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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.