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[Dramatic music plays]

- [Speaking indistinctly on P.A. system]

[Mobile phone chimes]

- Get off my bus now, or I'll report you.

[Car door closes]

You're fake, both of you.

Lyle.

[Mobile phone chimes] [Door opens, closes]

Got to go. It's work. It can't wait.

[Beep]

[Sea gulls calling]

[Sail billowing]

[Gasps]

[Theme music plays]

[Police radio chatter]

[Indistinct conversations]

Morning, ma'am.

- Malcolm's in a foul mood. - Oh, nothing new there, then.

- Our victim's male, looks to be in his 40s.

A lighthouse technician, Amy Watson,

saw him on the boat and called it in.

I've left a message for Missing Persons.

- Morning, Jac. - Morning, ma'am.

- Have we got a name for our sailor yet?

- No I.D. was found on the victim or the boat.

But there was a registration number on its radio.

I'll run it through the U.K. Ship Register.

- Great. How about the Coastguard?

- Any distress signals? - No, nothing.

[Indistinct conversations in distance]

[Sea gulls calling]

[Dramatic music plays]

- That boat could have come in from anywhere.

Right. Come on.

Let's check the tide,

see what we can narrow it down from.

Ah, and another police officer

tramples all over the crime scene.

I just prefer it

if people didn't stomp all over the evidence.

I'm funny like that.

- I'm never known you to be funny, Malcolm.

So, what can you tell us?

- You're not a schoolteacher, Stanhope?

I'll know an awful lot more once I get him back to the lab.

What time of death?

It doesn't look like he died this morning.

- Rigor mortis is absent, so the best I could offer you

is sometime in the last two or three days.

So Friday or Saturday.

Any clue as to how he died?

- At the risk of repeating myself, D.C.I. Stanhope ...

- Yeah, well, something happened here.

- Yes, the injury on his cheekbone

was sustained shortly before he died.

There is minor swelling, but not the colour change

I'd expect from an older bruise.

Move.

There's a nastier head injury back here.

- Assaulted? - Too early to tell.

He could have injured himself on the boat.

- Aw, come on, Malcolm, give us something to go on.

- Right. Well, you see

this lividity pattern on the side of his face?

This tells me that he was lying on something very specific

for several hours after he died.

And that pattern doesn't match anything else in the vicinity.

- Are you saying he's been moved?

- Or whatever it was, was washed overboard.

Alright, thanks, Malcolm.

As quick as you can on this one,

cos if he has been dead a couple of days,

there will be someone at home needs to know about this.

- Don't forget to trample on more evidence on the way out.

- Ma'am? - Oh, tell me you've got a name.

- Frank Channing. Missing Persons got back to us.

- He lived in Tritlington. - Oh, so he's local.

- Yeah. I checked the electoral register, as well,

- and got his next of kin. - Great work, Jac.

Now, when you get back to the station,

make a start on the timeline.

I want to know where he was last week,

what he was doing, and who he met.

- Ma'am. - So, who is the next of kin?

- Looks like his wife, Julia Channing.

[Sighs]

I hate this bit.

Right. Wish me luck.

- Dad? [Vehicle door opens]

I'm very sorry, Mrs. Channing.

[Whimpers]

What am I gonna tell Lyle?

Uh, our son.

Just turned 18.

They were tight.

More mates than father and son.

Well, at least, they used to be.

I can tell him what's happened if you want.

- Mrs. Channing, when did you last see your husband?

- She's already said this to Missing Persons.

Don't you lot speak to each other?

- Friday, he came back for lunch just before 1:00.

And ... And then he left almost straightaway.

Said it couldn't wait.

So, what was the emergency?

- I don't know. He ... He didn't say.

What was his job?

- Principal licencing officer, Northumberland and City Council.

Why didn't you report him missing on Friday?

Why wait until Sunday?

- He messaged me Friday, said he was going sailing.

He said he'd be back Sunday.

Sunday.

And where would he have launched from?

It varied on the tide.

And then he'd just moor up wherever the fancy took him.

Okay, love.

Um, now, can you let me

have your husband's car registration number?

- What's that got to do with anything?

- Well, presumably it'll be parked

wherever he set sail, love.

Oh, yes. Right. Sorry.

[Papers rustling]

Thanks, love.

Was it usual for your husband to go sailing all weekend?

Aye. Weekend, night sailing.

He ... He just liked the solitude of being out on his boat.

- Hmm. And he'd normally be back by Sunday?

He'd arranged to meet Lyle.

Him and Frank are doing up a ... an old boat.

Working on this together at Oxley Sailing Club.

- And is that where your husband kept his own boat?

Aye. He was a member.

It was practically his second home.

- Oh. - It's alright.

Well, that's it for now, love.

Thanks for your time, Mrs. Channing,

Mr. Allen.

If told your missus on a Friday you'd be back Sunday,

she'd want to know chapter and verse

about what you were doing, where you were, wouldn't she?

- Or she'd be ringing you up to complain.

So what's the next step, ma'am?

- Now, Frank was a licencing officer

with the Northumberland and City Council.

Some sort of emergency there on Friday.

So meet me there. Let's see what they can tell us.

[Mobile phone beeps]

- We've only just heard about Frank.

- Couldn't this have waited? - Ah, no, pet, it can't.

- How long had Frank been in the council?

- Since university. But in licencing, five years.

He's practically part of the furniture.

We know, on Friday afternoon,

he was dealing with an urgent work matter.

- Oh, no, no, no, no. That's incorrect.

Frank wasn't at work.

He'd taken the afternoon off to go sailing.

- Well, is it possible he changed his mind

and decided to work instead?

- Frank was dedicated to the council and its values,

but he had a good work-life balance.

Where's his office?

- His desk is, uh ... it's over there.

- I'll check it out. - No, I'd prefer it

if it went through the proper channels.

I need to inform our legal department,

chief exec's office.

- We're not looking for state secrets, love.

We're just trying to ascertain what sort of person Frank was.

He was popular with everyone.

- So no problems with disgruntled licensees

or friction with counsellors?

No, nothing like that.

- Did he ever talk about his home life?

Frank was professional.

He kept his private life out of the office.

- Do you have permission to do that?

- Detective Sergeant Aiden Healy,

Northumberland and City Police.

- Oh. - Did you work with Frank?

Ever since I left college.

I'm Leonie Becker.

How did he die? Bosses didn't tell us much.

- It's too early to say, but we believe that he may have

been handling some kind of emergency on Friday.

- Anything major's flagged up on the staff intranet.

[Computer keys clacking]

It doesn't look like anything came in.

We don't have major emergencies as such.

You might get a nasty phone call

if someone's lost their licence, but that's it.

[Sighs] Okay.

- Day to day, what did his job entail?

- The usual management responsibilities,

staff appraisals, inspection regimes.

I can send you a copy of his job description.

That'd be helpful. Thanks.

- Right. Well, that's everything.

- I'm surprised he wasn't running his own department,

having worked so many years at the council.

- Well, we both went for this job, head of licencing.

Ah, but you got it.

- They liked the work I'd done in procurement.

They wanted a fresh face, fresh ideas.

Being overlooked, though,

that must have been a bitter pill to swallow.

- Well, if it was, he never showed it.

- Now, I'm going to need access to Frank's computer

and any other devices he might have used.

- Well, I'll have to refer up. We handle sensitive data here.

- Oh, well, while you're doing that,

I'll refer up to the magistrate, come back with a warrant,

maybe get access to everyone's computer.

I'll see what I can do.

Anything useful in that diary?

Cos talking to her was like

wading through red tape and treacle.

Endless meetings.

He had one on the Friday morning.

- Nothing in the afternoon. - Oh, cos he knew he'd be away.

- You know, maybe Frank was seeing someone on the quiet.

- Right. That's what I'm thinking.

- It's just that his colleague Leonie Becker,

she said there was no emergency on Friday.

- They all seem to think he was off on his boat.

So let's get over to that sailing club

and find out if anyone saw him and if he was alone.

Be off, then.

- Frank was one of the good ones.

The family must be in bits.

- Oh, that's a bit of an understatement.

- Yeah. Pulled up footage you asked for.

So, we arrives at 14:40.

And he left at...

16:30.

- So, the members need some sort of code

- to access the boats? - Key fob.

How much does the CCTV cover?

- Everything around the main gate here.

It's not bad, considering we're a small club.

- Well, I'll need to see all the footage

- covering the last month. - Aye. No problem.

- Can anyone get near the boats without a fob?

- Not by car. But you could walk in here.

- Hmm. Can you show me where Frank kept his boat?

Yeah.

It was just here.

[Indistinct conversations]

- And you don't have a camera covering this area?

- No. But sailors are a close-knit community.

They'd have gone to help Frank if he was in trouble.

- Yeah, only if they could actually see

what was happening.

[Birds chirping]

How long does it take to hitch a boat?

Varies.

Experienced sailors, around 30 to 35 minutes.

- Well, Frank was here knocking on 2 hours.

So, he hitches his boat to his car,

- who drives off at 4:30. - Mm-hmm.

Other than Amble and Alnwick,

where else could he have set sail from?

- Anywhere with a proper launch ramp,

or that's shallow enough to drive in.

- Aye. And the tide wasn't right to launch from here?

- Not on Friday, not at that time.

- Well, he wouldn't have sailed far.

He had plans for Sunday afternoon.

He was doing up an old boat here with his son, Lyle.

- Hmm. - Is that it?

- -Yeah. No one saw him

coming or leaving, Friday.

- And is the son a regular face down here at the club?

He is.

But what, love?

Nothing.

- No, come on. You were going to say something.

- He's a teenage lad. Do I need to say any more?

Aye, you do, pet.

I don't know.

He's gone into himself lately.

You look at him in the wrong way and you get a mouthful.

Ma'am, they found Frank's car.

[Dramatic music plays]

- We have to stop meeting like this, D.C.I. Stanhope.

- Yes, say that again. - Right.

Well, we found droplets of blood in the car.

Samples are on the way to the lab.

Right.

Is there any evidence to suggest he was assaulted at this site?

- None whatsoever. We found no blood on the ground,

and there's no trace evidence of an assault.

One more thing ... come and have a look at the boot.

Recognise that?

You've got to be kidding me.

That's the same pattern Frank had on the side of his face.

Correct.

So he was killed

and then dumped in the boot of his car.

Which means we still don't have a crime scene.

Yeah.

And that could be anywhere.

Now, we've seen footage of his car

leaving the sailing club,

but we've got no idea who's driving it.

Could be Frank or his killer

or anyone in between, come to that.

- Did SOCOS find anything at the sailing club?

- They're going down there this morning.

- They've not been yet? What are they waiting for?

- They've got major staffing issues,

but the site has been cordoned off.

- Jac, where are we on the timeline?

- Frank might have had an early-morning inspection, ma'am.

His car pinged the ANPR.

Then, we see him arrive in Manson Road at 7:33 a.m.

- Now, his boss gave us a copy of his job description.

He didn't do inspections anymore,

so we must have been there for some other reason.

- He returns to his car at 9:15 a.m.

Mark and I questioned shop owners.

- No, one saw him. - Yeah, we also checked out

a nearby bus station, and our footage shows

someone who could be Frank waiting for a bus.

This time, wearing a cap.

- Yeah, that's him. But where's that bag?

Didn't find that in his car. Hasn't been found anywhere else.

Maybe that's what the killer was after.

- Ma'am, Frank bought a laptop a month ago.

- Did he? We need to find them both.

But why would he be at the bus station

- when he's got his own motor? - Picking somebody up?

- On his own when he returned to his car.

Let's get the internal CCTV

from all the buses from, say, 7:30 to 9:15.

- That's going to take some time to get through.

- Yeah, well, they better get started then.

On it, ma'am.

- Now, by all accounts, Frank was a popular fella.

Someone killed him, dumped him in his boat.

Let's look at Friday.

He lies to his missus about some emergency at work,

then tells her he's going to be off for the weekend.

- Now, what does that sound like? - Problems at home.

- So let's take a look at the Channings' marriage.

And run a check on the son

and Glynn Allen, the lad's granddad.

Now, Kenny, phone records.

- Well, the urgent text that Frank received at 13:17

was from an unregistered device in Acklington.

But Frank's own phone pings off the same tower

about 20 minutes later.

So looks like he's driven straight there.

- And we know he's at the sailing club by 14:40.

So he dealt with that emergency pretty quickly.

- Well, and at 15:15, he calls a Callum Terry.

The call only lasts about 20 seconds.

So it could have been a butt-dial.

- Could have been a what? - A butt-dial.

You know, when you sit on your phone

- and accidentally call someone. - Ooh.

Do that a lot, do you, Kenny, talk out your backside?

I learnt from the best, ma'am.

[Laughs]

- [Clears throat] - Yeah, well, we need to

- track down this Callum Terry. - [Clears throat]

- Top priority ... the CCTV from the bus company.

- So, Mr. Channing suffered a head injury.

I already know that.

Was it from an assault or what, accident?

- Well, it could have been either.

- Is that what killed him? - No, it isn't.

He would have suffered a mild concussion,

been back on his feet within a couple of days.

- So, what? - Cause of death was

- blunt-force trauma to the ribs. - Caused by?

- Well, it's the kind of injury you see a lot in car crashes

or people falling from significant heights ...

out of windows, for example.

Obviously, we can rule both those things out.

- No, I'm not ruling anything out.

- Good for you. - So you think

he was hit with something or kicked?

- Well, I'd be minded to opt for the kick,

judging by the shape of the bruising you see here.

Now, the blunt-force trauma will have caused a haemopneumothorax.

- Hmm? - No?

Hmm. Disappointing, D.C.I. Stanhope.

His lungs collapsed,

and he would have died shortly afterwards.

- And those injuries to his wrist and fingers?

They're historic injuries.

- Oh, sailing-related?

- Hard to tell without more context.

Right. Thanks, Malcolm.

Oh, nearly forgot.

There.

Animal, vegetable, or mineral?

It's a beaten bap, my treat.

I know it's not much of a leaving present, but...

Oh, news travels fast.

- So, when were you thinking of telling us?

- Um... - Or were you just

- going to disappear? - No.

Well, I've been invited to join a wonderful institute

in Copenhagen who are doing

the most remarkable work in the field of palynology,

which is the study of grains and pollens...

- Yeah, well, I've got to crack on, love.

- ...and resuscication of ...

- Malcolm? - Yeah?

Good luck, love.

Well, it's been fun.

[Sighs] Sort of.

[Door closes]

[Sighs]

What?

- SOCOS have found blood on Lyle's boat.

Oh.

If that is our victim's blood,

not looking good for his soon, is it?

- Do you want me to bring him in?

Aye.

[Mobile phone dialling]

- I'd like this fleece, so... - Just let me pass.

- D.S. Healy. - What do you mean, I can't?

This is my boat! Move out the way!

- What are the chances of that being Frank's son?

- Move out my way! Move! - Hey! Hey!

- D.C.I. Stanhope. I'm in charge here.

I'm very sorry about your dad, love.

But you do not shout at my officers.

- I just want to work on my boat. - Well, you can't.

That's my dad's fleece.

- Yeah, well, thanks for confirming that.

Now I need you to go with my officer.

- You think I killed my own dad? - This way, please.

Right.

- Now, do you want your mum or a duty solicitor to be with you?

- It's your right. - Look, ask your questions

- so I can go out with it. - Oi, show some respect.

[Door closes]

[Sighs]

- Tell me what you can remember about Friday.

- All day? - No. Lunchtime onwards.

- [Sighs] I went to college,

came home for lunch. Didn't have money for canteen.

- You see your dad? - Aye.

- You talk to him? - Not really.

He and my mum was sitting, holding hands

- like they were on a date. - And why did that bother you?

- A little bit too old for that, aren't they?

- I hear you and your dad weren't as close as you used to be.

- We had different ideas about things.

Like?

- Well, he let people walk all over him.

That's not being a man.

Anyone in particular?

[Scoffs] Take your pick.

- So, where did you go after you had lunch at home?

- Uh... - Answer me, love.

I went back to college.

- Well, that'll be easy enough to check out, ma'am.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Door lock buzzes]

- It's not enough he's lost his dad.

Now you're treating him like a suspect.

- I'm sorry, love, but until I find out

who killed your husband, I'm ruling nobody out.

Now, then, we're working on a theory

that Frank was assaulted at the sailing club.

- Lyle couldn't have done it there or anywhere else.

And the next time you want to talk to my son,

you come through me first.

- Uh, I need to ask you about Frank's laptop.

- What laptop? - The one he bought recently.

Well, if you don't know about it,

I'm afraid we're going to have to formally search your home.

- Do it now if you want. We've nothing to hide.

- Anything else? - Aye.

We found Frank's car and trailer at the side of the River Kern.

Has he launched from there before?

- Don't know. You're the detective.

Right. Are we done here? I'm going 'round Jim's.

- I'm taking you home, son. - See you later.

Do you fancy a brew?

- There you go. - Thanks.

- Sorry, before. - Aw.

[Inhales deeply]

Lyle's a good kid.

It's only recently he's become, like, difficult.

- Lyle accused his dad of being weak.

Says that's why they drifted apart.

- Does that ring true? - Frank wasn't weak.

But he was diplomatic.

Lyle sees the world in black and white.

Has anything significant

happened in the family over the past few weeks?

I don't know what you mean.

- Are there any particular issues at home I should know about?

[Sighs]

And I thought you were being genuine.

That, I was. I am.

Cos I want to find your husband's killer.

And that means uncomfortable questions.

- We're just a bog-standard married couple.

So, did your husband often

spend weekends away from the house?

- I've got a funeral to plan, so you have to excuse me.

- Does the name Callum Terry mean anything to you?

Your husband called him on Friday.

- It's his best mate. They talked all the time.

[Sighs]

Frank and I were married 20 years.

We'd learnt to give each other space,

and we trusted each other.

That's what real love is.

[Engine shuts off]

None of this feels real.

We couldn't believe it when Julia phoned.

Right.

- I believe you are both friends of the family.

- Yeah, yeah. In fact, we're ... we're Lyle's godparents.

Cal and Frank were friends all the way back from uni.

- Mr. Terry, Frank's phone record

shows that he called you at 3:15 on Friday.

- Aye, just confirming a night out.

But I was at work so I couldn't stay on long.

- Where do you work? - In the hospital.

We both do.

I'm a nurse manager, A&E.

Surgeon, orthopaedics.

- Friday was the last time me and Frank spoke.

- Uh... - And how did he seem?

- Um, same as usual. Said he was going sailing.

- Now, over the last couple of weeks,

did he mention any problems at work or at home?

- Uh, he ... he never said anything to me.

- He mainly talked about, um, sailing, Lyle.

- Mm-hmm.

- Lying is not going to help anyone.

- We're not lying. - He moved out.

- Oonagh. - What?

They're going to find out anyway, aren't they?

And like she said, how is any of this helping Frank?

It was a couple of weeks ago.

Why did he move out?

- Things have become stale between him and Julia.

- Well, Lyle says they were holding hands on Friday,

so maybe things were on the mend.

I got the opposite impression.

Where did he go?

- We just assumed that he had booked into a hotel or a B&B.

- He didn't tell his best mate where he was going?

- It was Frank all over. You know, he's a great bloke,

but he kept his private life private.

- Right. Come on. Where are we up to?

- Oh, Jason sends the footage from the sailing club,

- but some of it is missing. - Missing?

Yeah, it's odd.

- Well, get a warrant for the hard drive.

I want to see that footage by the end of the day.

We need to get hold of the deceased's medical records.

Malcolm's flagged up some unexplained historic injuries.

- Ma'am, Frank, was renting a locker for years

from Brigant Security. Maybe the laptop's up there.

In lockup?

Well, that's a long shot, but check it out, Mark.

- Ma'am. - Kenny, what have you got?

Well, over the last month,

Frank talked to an Alison Ayad 14 times.

- Well, they don't sound like butt-dials.

- Far from it. These are long conversations.

And she's from Acklington.

- Not a million miles from where he was on Friday.

- When I talked to her social housing provider,

they told me that she shares the tenancy

with her husband, Nitesh Ayad.

He was the bus driver involved in that crash

three years back.

- A care worker was killed at Fourbends.

Kylie Summerlea.

Well, Nitesh Ayad got six years for it,

but he was released two weeks ago on licence.

And who do you think was the witness for the prosecution?

- Frank Channing? - Yeah.

- So Frank's evidence helped put that driver in gaol.

Three years later, old Frankie Boy

is having long, cosy chats with the driver's missus?

And now he's dead?

Maybe Frank's the reason she stayed put.

I mean, she must have come in for some stick

after her husband was banged up.

- She probably didn't want to move the kids.

D.C.I. Stanhope, D.S. Healy.

- Nitesh, it's the police! Thank you so much for coming.

- Do you want to take my statement here

or down to the station?

- We're here about Frank Channing.

We know.

I was beginning to think he was all mouth,

but he's come good.

- I think we're at cross-purposes, love.

We're investigating Mr. Channing's death.

That's it. It's over.

[Sighs]

He's dead.

- I'm sorry. Why did you think we were here?

- It doesn't matter now. - Well, let me decide that.

The last few years can't have been easy

for you, love, after the crash.

That wasn't my fault.

- You fell asleep at the wheel, Mr. Ayad.

- So would anyone if they'd been working my hours.

I just wanted to be vindicated.

- That's why Mr. Channing was helping us,

to prove that Throughbus

is still putting people's lives at risk.

- They're totally bent. - In what way?

- Making drivers work illegal hours.

- They covered it up then, they're covering it up now.

- Have you got proof of that? - None.

Because after the crash, they stopped,

went by the book.

But now they've started up again.

How do you know that?

Carmen,

another driver that used to work with Tesh,

she came to see me.

She was upset because she'd had a near-miss.

- So, what made you reach out to Frank, of all people?

- I felt he should help put things right.

He was at the trial, standing up for the council,

saying they didn't put a foot wrong

and it was all Tesh's fault.

But it wasn't true.

- Do you have this Carmen's details?

- She's been working with Frank, gathering evidence.

She's got cold feet now, but you never know.

[Paper rustling] She might still help.

Thanks, love.

Now, did either of you see Frank on Friday?

Maybe in the afternoon?

- No. We were doing a weekly shop in Morpeth.

In Morpeth?

- They won't serve as 'round here.

[Door opens, closes]

- Do we believe that Frank was turning whistleblower?

What would be in it for him?

Well, clear his conscience?

Because if it turns out Throughbus is dodgy,

it was Frank who let them slip through the net.

Now, at the time of the fatal crash,

Frank's job included overseeing inspections,

which means he must have signed off

on all the ones relating to Throughbus.

Jac, dig out the transcripts and witness statements

from that public enquiry.

And let's take a look at Frank's inspection reports,

cos if he was following up on what this fellow says,

maybe that's where he started.

- Tech didn't find anything about Throughbus

on Frank's work computer.

- Well, maybe he was looking at them off the books.

- Without running it past his boss first.

Hmm.

- He might have had a good reason, ma'am.

- [Sighs] - What am I looking at?

These initials, "S.R."

Frank met up with his union rep, Sue Roncel,

several times in the past few weeks.

- Did he? - C.I.D.

- So, was his work life difficult?

Well, that's a different story to the one given us by his boss.

- The rep's based over in Blyth. - Take a run over there, Jac.

Have a chat. See what she can tell us.

- Ma'am. [Mobile phone beeps]

Yeah? I'm on my way.

Julius at the mortuary.

- Ma'am, you need to take a look at this.

What?

- [Clicks tongue] - [Chuckles]

[Door opens, closes]

[Sniffles]

Never gets any easier.

My mum died when I was 10.

- It's tough going. - Aye. But I have my dad.

- Uh, before you go, could you just clear something up for me,

pet? See, you didn't mention

that your husband had moved out of the marital home.

Who told you that?

Oh, don't tell me. Oonagh.

- Look, I just need to know where he was living, pet.

And why would he tell me?

The grieving widow knew nothing about her husband.

The marriage was going down the toilet.

- Alright. - It's the truth, Dad.

But it's embarrassing.

Frank was the only man I ever wanted to be with.

- Oh, give her a moment. I need a word anyway.

Um, as part of our investigation,

we've been looking into your background.

- Well, so you'll know I used to be a naughty boy.

- If that's what you call ABH and fleecing your customers.

- I've been straight since Lyle was born.

I'd never do anything that would hurt him.

Is that right?

Look, I wasn't the best dad,

and when Lyle came along,

I wanted to do right by him and me daughter.

Ah, commendable.

So you wouldn't have been best pleased

when you found out Frank was leaving your daughter.

- He did right by her in the end.

He was coming back to her. That's all that matters.

He loved her, and he loved his son.

Hang on, hang on.

So did the pair of them

still work on the lad's boat together,

even though Frank was living elsewhere?

As far as I know.

- Do you think Lyle knew where his dad was living?

- No one knows what the lad's thinking these days.

You'll have to ask him yourself.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Birds chirping]

[Waves crashing]

- You weren't at the morgue with your mum and granddad.

- Yeah, well, it's not exactly a nice day out, is it?

- And you didn't go back to college

on Friday afternoon like you told us.

Look, lying is not going to do anyone any good, is it, love?

- I came down here on Friday afternoon.

I couldn't face college.

- What, after seeing your mum and dad together again?

Just to sit.

Did you see your dad here?

Yeah. And he saw me.

It was about half 2:00,

and he waved to me from the boat.

Actually pretended he wasn't there.

Ran to the Black Horse in town, had a couple jars.

- Yeah, well, my officers will check that.

- Do you know when I'm gonna get my dad's fleece jacket back?

- When Forensics are finished with it.

[Sighing]

You know, Lyle, you and your dad,

I think, you'd have worked things out.

- You know what I thought of him.

- Ah, but you still turned up here on Sunday, didn't you,

to work on the boat, expecting your dad to turn up?

And I reckon he would have, love, if he'd been able.

- Uh, the ... the fleece ...

he was wearing it the last time we worked on the boat.

You never said why you were looking for me.

- Well, I was hoping you could tell me

where your dad was staying when he left home.

At Cal and Oonagh's.

- Ah, no, they said they didn't know.

Well, of course it is.

He was at their flat in Bedlington.

Thanks, love.

[Soft, dramatic music plays]

Aiden?

Now, we're doing our best to find your friend's killer.

All you're doing is withholding vital information.

- Well, what difference does it make

whether he was here or ... or in a hotel?

- Because this is a murder enquiry.

I've a good mind to arrest you and your missus

for wasting police time.

- No, Oonagh doesn't know he was here.

- Oh, I thought Frank was her friend, as well.

- This flat is supposed to be a holiday let.

- And? - I didn't tell her

Frank was staying here. It ... It was only temporary.

[Birds chirping]

Oh, well, it's a nice view.

So, two weeks here, what's that, A grand?

Something like that.

- I can see that would put a hole in your pocket.

But why keep it from her?

I mean, I don't suppose

you get many bookings this time of the year.

- We agreed we'd never let it out for free to friends or family.

But Frank would have done the same for me.

You won't tell Oonagh about this, will you?

- You're in no position to be making deals, pet.

[Sighs]

[Soft, dramatic music plays]

- I'm going to ask you something again,

and I want the truth.

Did Frank mention any problems at work?

Yes or no?

Aye.

He said his boss wanted him gone,

- but he wouldn't say why. - There's no laptop.

- I told you that. - Well, you're hardly

a reliable witness, are you, love?

And next time you lie to me,

you're going to be getting a taste of my hospitality.

[Door opens, closes]

So, Frank's boss wanted him gone.

It looks like all roads lead back to the council

- and that bus company. - I don't get it.

If Frank starts poking around,

just go with something dodgy about the bus company,

why would Belinda be bothered?

I mean, does it make her look bad?

- Ah, always a possibility. [Mobile phone rings]

Or maybe there's another connexion

between her and Throughbus.

Jac?

- Ma'am, I've spoken to Sue Roncel, Frank's union rep.

She says Leonie Becker filed a formal complaint against Frank,

accused him of unfair treatment in the workplace.

Apparently, he singled her out, and when she challenged him,

he blew up at her in the office.

And what was the outcome?

Frank was about to get sacked.

[Beep]

We're onto something.

You failed to mention Frank was being forced out.

- He was dead. Why sully his name?

- It could have been relevant to our investigation.

Popular with everyone, you told us.

So, why was he being chucked out after one row?

- He was undermining junior staff.

- In what way? - I can't divulge

confidential information, but I can tell you

that Leon was...affected.

- Well, I need to hear that from her.

Where is she?

Court for a licencing case.

And another thing.

Did you know Frank was looking into that Throughbus crash

- from three years back? - No. Why?

- He believed he'd found evidence that that crash

wasn't entirely the driver's fault.

Well, why didn't he tell me?

Why, indeed.

- His silence could have cost lives ...

passengers, drivers.

Well, I'll have to advise the chief exec,

institute an emergency inspection,

inform Health and Safety Commission.

Have you got access to this information?

- Well, we're still dotting the I's, as it were.

- Well, as soon as you know anything, you let me know.

I'll do everything I can to help.

- Aiden. - Ma'am?

- Get over to the court and find Leonie Becker.

I want chapter and verse on that row she had with Frank.

She put in a complaint. It must have been

- one hell of a row. - Okay.

- And chase up those inspection reports

for Throughbus.

There's something not right here.

- It's all detailed in the report.

- You made a complaint against Frank.

- That's right. And he deserved it

because he was nitpicking my work,

micromanaging me.

We used to get on really well,

and then things suddenly changed.

I challenged Frank about it,

and he blew up at me in front of the whole office.

I was getting upset, and my boyfriend got worked up.

- How worked up? - Not enough to harm Frank,

if that's what you're thinking.

Jason said I should make a formal complaint,

- and I thought he was right. - Jason...

- Hewley. Works at the sailing club.

Thank you.

[Dramatic music plays]

[Door unlocks]

Do you recognise this, Jason?

It's from a couple of weeks ago.

See, there's Frank arriving, and now he's leaving.

That's peculiar, isn't it, D.S. Healy?

There's some footage missing from the CCTV.

- How do you explain that? - Happens sometimes.

System cuts out, reboots itself.

- Oh, I see. But luckily for us ...

- We've got access to the sailing club's hard drive.

- Hmm. They're like elephants. They never forget.

See, here's the missing footage.

[Dramatic music plays]

Oh.

- I just wanted him to back off with Leonie.

- And you let your fists do the talking.

Dress rehearsal for Friday, was it?

- I never saw Frank on Friday, I swear.

- When you kicked seven bells out of the fella?

- No! - Now, on Friday,

Frank turned up at 14:40, and you disappeared.

You were missing for nearly 2 hours.

- Means, motive, opportunity. - I wasn't there.

I was...in a meeting.

Okay.

So, where was the meeting?

- That's a simple enough question, love.

A client's property.

- Well, that narrows it down. - Business premises?

- Not exactly. - The house?

- I've had enough of this. Take him back to the cell.

Their car.

What were you doing

having a meeting with a client in their car?

Name and address of this client?

She's married.

[Gasps] Oh, now we get it.

- I'll lose everything ... my job, Leonie.

- You're going to have to tell us, love,

or risk facing a murder charge.

Leonie's boss.

Belinda Rayford?

You were seeing Belinda Rayford?

Since when?

Christmas.

Last Friday, we met outside the club,

drove to a lay-by.

- Leonie's complained to H.R. about Frank ...

she told my officer here that it was you

who egged her on to make that complaint.

- Aye. She wanted to let it go,

but what about all those women he might do it to?

- Yeah, well, that's a fine sentiment, love.

Now, during this meeting in the back of Belinda's car,

did she happen to suggest that the likes of Frank Channing

shouldn't be working at the council?

- Did she? - Answer the question.

- No. - You sure?

- Yeah, but the way she said it ...

his behaviour was affecting other people.

Jason, love, she played you.

- You're wrong. She cares about me.

And she wants to do right by Leonie.

- She was stoking the fire. Nothing to do with Leonie.

Belinda had her own reasons to get rid of Frank Channing.

And you helped her.

- Checking Belinda's alibi. Her and Jason, though.

- Yeah, well, takes all sorts. - Her office said

that she's a welcome brunch for European dignitaries.

Some kind of twinning event.

- Well, let's gate-crash the party.

[Dramatic music plays]

- Can I get a quick photo? - Oh, yeah.

[Gasps] [Camera shutter clicking]

Well, now,

I've just had a long chat with Jason Hewley.

Ohh.

Bit close to home, isn't it?

We're two consenting adults.

Now I'm single, I'm just having fun.

- Well, he thinks you're married.

- Well, we all need to get out claws, don't we?

- No one's getting hurt. - Does that include Leonie?

The way I see it,

Frank's snooping around into the bus company,

and for some reason, you want him gone.

- [Chuckles] You're way off base, Inspector.

- Am I? - Yes.

His behaviour fell below the standards

we expect in this organisation.

Leonie is no pushover.

I reckon she was handling the row just fine.

- Mm. So you wind Jason up,

send him off to find Frank to wallop him.

Now, he's a big lad. Doesn't know his own strength.

Oops, he's killed him.

[Chuckling] Ridiculous.

- Now, you weren't to blame for those inspections.

They came under Frank's remit. You told me that yourself.

So, what did Frank have on you?

Hmm?

Was he blackmailing you about something?

- I've answered your questions, Inspector.

So if there's nothing else, I have guests to attend to.

- There's a connexion between Belinda Rayford and Throughbus.

- Are we any closer to finding it? - Nothing so far, ma'am.

- We've been going through all the footage

of the bus station and the buses.

- Yeah, well, keep looking, all of you,

because this woman is in it up to her neck.

[Telephone rings]

Mark, where are you?

- Frank's storage unit. The place is a right mess.

He's still got his parents' old furniture here.

- Yeah, well, I'm not looking for a three-piece suite, love.

- Did you find that bag? - Yes, ma'am. It was on a desk.

- And? - Well, his laptop was inside.

- Good work, Mark. - I've had a quick look,

but he's got everything encrypted.

I'm going to get it sent over at Tech.

- Yeah, well, keep me informed. [Beep]

Mark's found the laptop. Now, as soon as we get it,

I want everyone going through those files.

Ma'am, Frank did get a bus!

He boarded the L80 for Alnwick on Friday.

Alright, that's him.

Getting thrown off.

- What's that driver's name? - Carmen Harris.

- Carmen? - She was the one helping Nitesh.

[Indistinct conversations]

- See you, Carmen. - Bye.

[Indistinct conversations]

An investigation around here.

[Indistinct conversations]

- Fancy a cuppa? - Oh.

- I know this is hard for you. - Do you?

From where I'm sitting,

I'm the only one who loses my job.

Not you or Nitesh.

Frank lost his life, pet.

- Principles don't put food on the table.

- What were you and Frank arguing about on Friday?

- You kicked him off your bus. - He was filming me.

- Wasn't that part of his investigation into Throughbus?

[Indistinct conversations in distance]

A few weeks back,

I nodded off behind the wheel.

It's happened to all the drivers.

It's only luck there's not been another crash.

- So you went to see Nitesh's missus.

- Aye. Then, Frank got in touch.

I did everything I could to help him.

In what way?

- These are my tachographs. - Tachographs?

- They recall driver information ...

how long we've been driving, speed, distance.

Why have you got two?

[Sighs]

So we can work illegal hours, double shifts.

Get paid, but once you've done it, they've got you.

- So, you gave those to Frank? - Yeah.

He downloaded all the original data.

When he checked it against the timesheets

- given by the bus company ... - They'd altered the hours?

- It was a whitewash, and Frank were going to expose them.

- Why did you back out of the investigation?

Because Frank wanted time

to persuade other drivers to join us.

He was on a mission. They wanted none of it.

Started making life difficult for me.

Told Frank I were backing out.

Tesh was angry with me and Frank.

He's been getting it in the neck from his neighbours.

They're upset about he were released

after only serving half his sentence.

[Dramatic music plays]

[Screams]

Are you alright?

- That sort of personal stuff didn't seem to register

with Frank. He had tunnel vision

about the investigation.

Said he was going to present his findings to Health and Safety.

- At the council? - No, he were going to the top.

Straight to the Health and Safety Commission,

which would take time, and Tesh wasn't happy.

- Just for the record, where were you

between the hours of 4:00 and 6:00 p.m. on Friday?

L114 to Bamburgh Castle.

- Feel free to chat. - Yeah, I will, love.

- Someone's bricked Ayad's house. - Anyone hurt?

- Alison's in a state, and Nitesh has gone after Belinda.

- [Slams countertop] - [Gasps]

- You're a killer! - Hey!

- What did you think you were going to achieve

- threatening Belinda Rayford? - Justice.

- Why target her? - She's in charge.

She's always in the papers,

shaking hands with VIPs, living it up.

- And you end up almost lamming a security guard.

It's not looking good for you, Nitesh.

- You can't pin Frank's death on me.

- Your alibi doesn't check out. Only Alison went shopping.

- Look, I get it. You thought Frank

- was dragging his heels. - Do you blame me?

My girls are crying themselves to sleep every night,

and he's talking about due process

and that we need more drivers to come forward.

- So did you try to persuade Frank

- to speed up his investigation? - No.

- I decided to do things my way. - And what did that involve?

Tracking him down at the sailing club?

- He was alive when he left mine.

- So, you did meet Frank on Friday?

What?

Yeah.

- I messaged him. - The mystery text.

Why did you message him?

Because I was at the police.

Kylie's, the woman I killed,

her family were harassing my daughters.

I wanted them to stop.

- And how were you going to get him to do that?

- Don't know. Start by asking them.

Frank texted back.

Told me to hang fire, that he'd come over.

But I was already at Kylie's house.

I walked up the path, ready to have it out and...

And what?

- And I thought, "What's the point?

Nobody bloody listens."

- [Sighs] - Frank arrived.

We sat in his car. He calmed me down.

Then, he made sure I got home okay.

He said the next couple of weeks

were going to be a roller coaster.

[Inhales deeply] And now he's dead.

How am I going to protect my daughters?

[Sobs]

What is it we're missing?

Now, Frank was a by-the-book kind of fella.

I reckon he'd have told Belinda what he was doing.

- Because back then, he had no reason to not trust her.

But why was she so worried?

Like she said, inspections came under Frank's remit.

- Well, she'd end up looking bad.

- Or it was something else he discovered.

Mark, did Tech come back with anything we can use

from Frank's laptop ... e-mails and such?

- Aye, but they're pretty generic stuff,

like the issue we discussed today.

- Ah, see, she's not daft, that one.

[Sighs]

- How long have Throughbus had the council contract?

- Uh, by the looks of it, four years.

- And she's been head of licencing for three.

Which she boasted about having a senior position in procurement

before she was promoted to Licences,

which means she'd have seen all the bids that came in

and would have had a hand

in awarding that contract to Throughbus.

What do we know about them ... major shareholders, directors?

- Tabbock Holdings owns a 52% stake;

and Streever Finance, a 40% holding.

- Well, let's start with the first one,

Tabbock Holdings. Who's the top dog there?

- William Patrick Sandown, managing director.

- Streever Finance is a Wilbur Morgan.

- Right, now we need to find a connexion

between Belinda Rayford and either of those companies.

- And check the society pages. - What?

- Well, why not? She likes hobnobbing with VIPs.

I bet she's got a shed load of ball gowns.

Now, come on!

- Ma'am, there's no connexion between Belinda Rayford

or any of the companies mentioned.

[Sighs]

- Try Belinda Morgan. - What?

- Or Belinda Sandown. Do you remember

when we confronted her about carrying on with Jason?

Said she was single.

- No, she said she was single now.

- There's still nothing listed with companies' house.

- Oh, there's got to be something.

- Ma'am, the electoral register from four years ago

shows William Patrick Sandown living with his wife,

Belinda Evelyn Sandown in Newcastle.

- We need to find out which contract she approved

and how many of those were given to companies

owned by William Patrick Sandown.

- He got a sneak preview of his competitors' bids,

undercuts them, and then splits the cash

- with his missus. - Unmitigated fraud.

And I think that's what Frank uncovered.

Nitesh Ayad will be going back to prison.

He's breached the terms of his probation.

- There are no winners in a situation like this.

- You including yourself in that?

He's the victim here.

Now, we've read Frank's report.

It seems that Throughbus were altering the tachographs,

slashing wages, piling on the hours.

Drivers were sleeping at the depot,

taking speed to stay awake.

I mean, how did you feel

when he presented you with this evidence?

- He never showed me any evidence of wrongdoing.

- No? Well, how about

when he found out you used to be married

to William Patrick Sandown,

managing director of Tabbock Holdings,

who have lucrative shares in Throughbus?

- You brought me in here to discuss

Frank Channing's death, not my marriage status.

- But you were a senior officer in the department

who awarded those contracts.

Did you declare a conflict of interest?

You can't ask me about this.

I didn't kill Frank.

Check my alibi.

I was with Jason.

- You got nothing on me. - Ah, but you had motive, love.

Frank was about to blow up your cosy arrangement

- with your ex. - Cosy?

- While you were swanning around in your designer heels,

- families were grieving. - I got nothing out of this.

- Happily, you're the one. - He left me.

It's Will and his new family that are living the high life.

He left me with nothing.

- Oh, well, I'll shed no tears for you, pet.

Did you pass on details of rival tenders to your husband?

It's a simple yes or no, pet.

Yes, I did.

Then, the bastard left me.

That was it.

- I wanted nothing to do with it. - Ah, well, it was

a bit late for that. Frank was already onto you.

- He wouldn't give me time to fix things.

- Or get rid of him, do you mean?

And when your ploy to give him the sack didn't work,

you roped in the Hulk to put the frighteners on him.

- Jealous, are you? - Come on, love.

- You can sneer all you like about Jason,

but at least I've got a man who'll do anything for me.

Makes me feel attractive.

But then you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

- If you hadn't helped your husband win that contract,

maybe Kylie Summerlea would still be alive.

And maybe her daughters would still have a mum.

But they don't, because people like you

care more about holidays and fast cars

than they do about anything else.

Now, just for the record, we will be passing Frank's files

onto Health and Safety and the Council

and to the CPS.

Interview terminated.

[Click, beep]

Kenny, have we checked Belinda Rayford's alibi?

- Oh, yeah, but you're not going to like it.

ANPR got a hit on a vehicle registered in her name

on the way to Alnwick, 1500 hours.

- [Sighs] Well, if she's not our killer,

where does that leave us? What about

the Channings' alibis? Have they all been verified?

- I'm ... I'm still going through it all, ma'am.

- We're getting nowhere here fast, Kenny.

- Ma'am, I've got a detailed report

of Frank's work computer.

Now, apparently, he copied a few files

off the system and deleted a few.

- Well, first thing in the morning,

get over to Leonie Becker. See if she can shed some light.

Ma'am.

[Dramatic music plays]

Leonie?

- How you doing? - Great.

Apart from finding out

my boyfriend was sleeping with my boss.

I pulled the files you wanted.

Most of these are records of standard licence applications.

We keep those for a couple of years.

- So, what happens now? Who's taking over?

- They've asked me to step up temporarily.

Is that good news?

- I mean, I couldn't do a worse job, could I?

Well, good luck.

- I don't know if it's worth me mentioning.

These came in

around about the time Frank started acting weird.

- Did they? - He told me not to worry

about them and that he'd deal with it.

[Dramatic music plays]

[Paper rustling]

[Mobile phone rings]

- Aiden. - I've got a printout

of all the files that Frank deleted.

You'll never guess who's on one of them.

Oh.

- Look, I had nothing to do with whatever Frank was up to.

- The council issued you with a closure order

on the 10th of last month,

and soon after that, it conveniently disappeared.

So did you threaten Frank, tell him to make it go away?

- It's alright, mate! This is nothing.

I've got a living to make, you know?

- Yeah, and I've got to find Frank's killer.

- Well, you're looking in the wrong place.

[Police radio chatter]

I might have asked him for a favour.

- A favour? Well, it's a big bloody favour.

- I never threatened him. - Well, I find that

hard to believe because he'd have taken some persuading.

- Frank made the right choice to do right by his family.

- I didn't force him. - You told my officers

you were in Hexham on Friday afternoon.

I was.

- So, how come your mobile phone signal

puts your miles away, near Cal and Oonagh's flat,

where Frank was staying?

Granddad! Granddad!

- He's helping us with our enquiries, Lyle.

- Mum's on one of her meltdowns. - We need to speak to her ...

Hang on, hang on.

How did you know where to look for Frank?

- It was me. I told my mum where he was staying.

- Why? - She was upset, missed my dad.

I didn't know what else to do. Please, can we go?

- That's a hell of a black eye, Lyle.

Do your mum often have these meltdowns?

Now and again.

- Oh, so, what's triggered this one?

Something stupid.

Okay, Oonagh came 'round with flowers,

then, when she left, Mum started running

about how she's rubbing her face in it.

What you mean by that?

An affair?

Julia.

Well?

I had no designs on Frank.

- Why would she think that you were Frank

- were in a relationship? - Because she's insecure.

And Frank and I ... we came from very similar backgrounds.

- We were on the same wavelength. - Julia can be paranoid.

- Yeah. - No, it was Lyle who told us.

I wasn't sleeping with Frank.

Look, I would never do anything to hurt Lyle.

Well, someone did.

- He turned up at the scrapyard with a black eye?

- Said it happened down to the college.

- That was probably a lie. - What do you mean by that?

- Don't do this. - This is about Lyle now.

- Look, one of you better start talking,

or you're both down the nick.

It was one time.

Um, it was 18 months, maybe two years ago.

Frank presented with an unexplained

serious wrist fracture, and we ... I patched him up.

Why unexplained?

- Well, he refused to tell us what had happened.

Anyway, we agreed, didn't we,

that we'd never do anything like that again,

for Frank's sake and for our careers?

- Well, who do you think hurt him?

Isn't it obvious?

Now, about time.

Sit here like a plum, waiting.

- I just had to check a couple of things, Mr. Allen.

I won't keep you here much longer.

Uh, commencing interview with Glynn Allen.

Now, I don't need to remind you, you're still under caution.

- Where's my grandson? - Oh, don't worry. He's safe.

Now, then, Friday, you went to find Frank.

- Now, Julia was worried about him.

I wanted to make sure everything was okay,

and he wasn't there. So I went back to the ...

to the yard. W-What do you mean, uh, safe?

- Well, that's some shiner he's got.

- And you think I did it? - Did you?

- I never laid a hand on my grandson.

- You've got form. Maybe you were punishing him

for keeping Frank's secrets, upsetting your daughter.

Someone assaulted him, the same as

- someone assaulted Frank. - I never touched Frank.

- His friends reckon you're perfectly capable of it.

- They would, looking down their noses at anyone not like them.

- Okay, if it wasn't you, who do you think

might have wanted to hurt him? I mean, two members

- from the same family. - It's my fault Frank's dead.

Okay?

- Do you care to elaborate on that?

- I-I didn't know what to do.

Uh, I should have got help.

Aye, love, you should have.

But then it was too late.

S-She's a good person, deep down, I-I promise you.

Who's a good person?

Uh, uh, Julia.

- Hold on. - She's just insecure.

Needs to be in control, you know?

- So, what happens when Julia's not in control?

Hmm?

Does she have one of those meltdowns?

She's not a monster.

It all started with her just shouting at him,

a little bit of name-calling, nothing serious.

And it ... it just got worse.

If Frank was late back from work or made a mass

or said something, she didn't like it...

she beat him.

Sometimes really badly.

But ... But she was always sorry.

I-I told her it weren't right,

and then she'd start getting upset

and crying like she did when she was little.

- That's to stop you being angry with her.

- I thought one day Frank could stand up for himself

and everything would get sorted.

Well, maybe he did, on Friday.

Mr. Allen...

do you think your daughter killed Frank?

Now, can you tell me about Friday, pet?

Frank was leaving me.

- Must have come as a terrible shock for you.

[Exhales shakily]

I thought he just needed a bit of time,

but he only came home to pick up his things.

Did he say why?

- We barely had a chance to talk.

What with Lyle coming home and...

Frank getting that message.

20 years of marriage

and he can't be bothered explaining why.

- Mm-hmm.

Was it the beatings you gave him...

that made up his mind?

- I...don't know who's been spreading lies.

- Your dad's told us the truth, love.

- He promised. - So, Friday,

uh, you want answers, Frank's left the house.

What happened next?

Dad went to the flat.

- So did you clobber Lyle as well

to get the address out of him?

He wasn't there.

So I called the office, and a colleague told me

he'd taken the afternoon off to go sailing.

- So you went to the sailing club?

He was by his boat.

He looked so happy...

and he didn't have a care in the world.

I called him all the names under the sun,

and I shoved him.

He fell, hit his head.

I went to help, but he wouldn't let me near him.

So is that why you kicked him?

- What? - You kicked him.

- I ... I didn't.

He ... He didn't want anything from me,

not even help.

- Well, that must've been hard to take.

- [Exhales shakily] It was typical.

I should have got out years ago.

[Crying]

- Those tears won't wash with me, pet.

Look...

I didn't kill Frank.

- So, you're saying you just left him there...

with a head injury?

- I knew he was going to get looked after.

Now then, Cal and Oonagh Terry.

Right. Listen to this.

Friday, Julia's just told us

she did go down to the sailing club

to try and persuade her husband not to divorce her.

They get into a row, she pushes him,

and he falls and bangs his head,

and she just leaves him there.

- Now Frank's injured. We know that he calls Cal.

- Who's a nurse. - And his best mate.

- Now, what would you do if your best mate called you

- in a desperate situation? - I'd go over there.

Of course you would.

Now, if that is what happened,

why didn't Cal tell us he saw Frank?

Get your coat.

We need to talk to Cal, love. Where is he?

- He's out walking, clearing his head.

Why? What's going on?

- Now, we believe Frank planned to go sailing on Friday,

but he injured his head and he rang Cal, as you know,

just after 3:00.

Now, what would Cal's response have been?

- He would have triaged him over the phone

and got down there.

Where is he, love?

- Cal would never hurt Frank, ever.

- If Cal went down to the sailing club

to help Frank, he needs to tell us what happened.

- Yeah. There might be a simple explanation.

- He loved Frank. - Look, I need to speak

to your husband, love. Now, where is he?

- Um, maybe try him down at the hospital later.

He's been working double shifts, sleeping in the on call room.

- And how long has he been doing that?

The last couple of weeks.

Mrs. Terry...

Frank's injury on Friday was concussion.

And yet when we asked Cal how Frank was,

he said he was fine.

"Just confirming a night out," he said.

- You must have misunderstood. Why would he lie?

- Because if he went down to see Frank,

he was probably the last person to see him alive.

- That's why he lied. - No, because he loved him!

- He did. - I'm sorry, love.

No, he did!

- Put out an all-units for Cal Terry.

Cover the hospital, the flat, anywhere he might have gone.

[Car door slams, engine starts]

[Crying]

- A uniform posted at the flat. No sign of him.

Nothing on the ANPR either.

Ma'am, hospital's clear.

Boss, I think we've got him.

The woman at the lighthouse just reported seeing a man

acting strangely on the seawall.

Matches Cal's description.

Right. Kenny, alert uniform,

but tell 'em not to approach until I get there.

Yes, ma'am.

[Brakes squeal]

[Indistinct conversation]

- Where is he? - He's around there.

Right. Thanks, love.

Wait here.

[Waves crashing]

Do you want to talk to me, Cal?

I'm not a killer,

no matter what you might think.

[Voice breaking] I loved Frank.

For more than 25 years.

- Well, I reckon he thought a lot of you, too,

because after Julia assaulted him,

he rang the one person he knew he could trust.

- [Sniffles] I was on shift,

but, uh, I dropped everything

and went straight to the sailing club.

- And how was he? - A bit woozy.

I told him I should take him to the hospital,

but insisted he was fine, so, uh, I stayed with him.

We were just talking, and...

then he told me their marriage was over.

And what was your reaction?

Relief.

You know what she did to him?

She's evil.

Those two weeks we had together when we were in the flat...

it was like old times.

Laughing... It was just easy, you know?

And then one night after all these years...

I finally kissed him.

Frank just stared at me, s-shocked.

I thought I'd ruined everything.

And then he kissed me back.

I've never felt so completely at home.

Then last Friday at sailing club...

...he's acting like

it'd all been a big mistake...

like it had never happened.

Mm.

Frank said he'd have to find somewhere new to live,

but, uh...

I didn't get it.

We had the flat.

I ... I told him I was ready to leave Oonagh,

but...

but he was talking about him and Lyle.

I didn't feature in his plans.

- You thought he'd left Julia for you.

[Sniffles]

I felt like such a fool.

The betrayal, it was unbearable.

He could tell I was upset,

and a-as I was about to walk away

he put his hand on my shoulder, but I didn't want his pity.

So I turned around and I ... I caught him in the face

with my elbow, and he went down.

It was an accident.

He swore at me...

and he said, "You're as bad as Julia."

I mean, how could he compare me to her?

[Sniffles]

And I felt this...rage.

Before he could even get up...

I kicked him.

Just the once...but so hard.

Now could I do that?

And then what?

I told him I was so sorry.

I tried to help him up, but he ...

he didn't want me anywhere near him.

He said he didn't even know who I was anymore.

So I ... I went off just... just to calm down, you know?

Then I realised I had blood on me.

U-Uh...

Frank's blood.

So I rushed back to him, and...

there was no pulse.

Frank...

I didn't know what to do.

But what you did do...

was dump his body into the boot of his car

and drive off.

- I loved him. I didn't mean to kill him.

Then stop romanticise, pet.

You kicked him so hard

his lungs were punctured and collapsed.

Now, you could have got help,

but, no, you were too busy covering your tracks.

You even texting Julia from Frank's phone,

making us think he was alive and going off sailing.

- I felt detached, like it was happening to someone else.

I ... I sat in the car for hours.

- Yeah, waiting for it to get dark

so you could dispose of your best friend's body.

You hauled him onto his boat

and pushed him out on the tide,

hoping his death couldn't be traced back to you.

Ah, save it, love.

You robbed a son of his father.

And you're right.

What Julia did, it was...unforgivable.

But here's the thing, love.

You're the one who killed him.

Callum Terry,

I'm arresting you for the murder of Frank Channing.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence...

Poor old Frank, eh?

Where does that leave his son?

- Uh, it's gonna be tough on Lyle

and he's going to come to realise

his dad wasn't weak at all.

Eh, come on. I'll drop you home.

Maybe you can get in some quality time with your band.

Ah, uh, wait here.

- Relax. I'm not coming to arrest you.

How he doing?

- [Exhales sharply] I didn't say much.

Well, this is Frank's fleece.

It was on Lyle's boat.

The lad's been waiting for it.

Look after him.

Have a present for you.