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ENGINE CUTS OUT

ENGINE RUNNING

Sir! It's the scrap metal man - Detective Inspector Kersey.

Hi.

You saw the boat go out yesterday?

Yeah. Harry Tremaine was at the wheel. I think Freddie was on board.

Harry Tremaine, 62. Freddie, his son, is 32. He's missing from home.

Still searching for the bodies.

Some sort of explosive was used. See?

MAN: 'Sea King to Coastguard.

'I've seen something on the starboard side.

'About 3 o'clock.

'We're investigating.

'Something washed up on the rock pool, it appears.'

Your husband's body was found an hour ago.

And Freddie? They're still looking.

The rip tide might have carried him out to sea.

Did Freddie usually sail with your husband? No!

But Alex had flu,

so Freddie took time off from the garage to lift the pots.

Alex? Alex Greaves, my husband's partner.

He had a share in the Green Bounty.

PHONE RINGS Mrs Tremaine,

we believe your husband's death may not have been accidental.

Had he been depressed? Any financial or personal worries?

I wouldn't know. He never gave much away.

Especially where money was concerned.

He was a close-fisted man.

PHONE STILL RINGING

I'd better get that. All right.

Grief-stricken (!) Took it without a twitch.

Sounds like he wasn't exactly the light of her life.

Harry owned the garage. Freddie was the manager - supposedly.

And you are? David Jones. Dogsbody.

Freddie spends most of his time banger racing,

pubbing and clubbing... when he's not working

his way through the female population of Truro.

Did Freddie tell you he was going out on the boat?

He never told me anything.

But I doubt he was there.

Why? Freddie's not exactly conscientious.

My job was to keep an eye on him, on the books.

Try and stop Freddie making a complete Horlicks of everything.

Go on.

There was a lot of money in the safe that night. I'd sold two cars.

But yesterday when I came in, the safe was empty.

Freddie took the money?

He's done it before. He has expensive habits - horses, cars...

How did Freddie get on with his father?

I think he hated him.

Oh, Freddie is always smiling and smarming, apple of his father's eye.

But he'd have piddled away

every penny his father invested in this place...

if he could've got away with it.

Oh, excuse me.

Interested?

Oh, you're with her. No, more like she's with me.

This yours? No. Belongs to Freddie Tremaine.

Freddie may not have been on the boat. There's money missing.

He likes to go on the odd bender.

But you said this is his car.

He'll have taken the convertible. Better pulling power, he says.

Have you reported this cash missing? I would've done. To his father.

He liked to keep things in the family.

'Sea King to Coastguard. We have a life jacket or sou'wester ahead.'

'The body could be anywhere in the area. We're moving back to refuel.'

All-ports warning on Freddie Tremaine. White male, 32.

I thought he went sky-high with Dad.

He may have been on the pea-green boat.

Or he may have taken some honey and plenty of money

to the land where the palm tree grows.

'The Owl and the Pussy-Cat.'

Pub, is it, sir?

I mean... It's a poem, actually.

He may be on the trot with a couple of thousand.

He's driving a white convertible.

It's all in there.

Been out and about, Doug?

The quarry. They blast with slurry explosive.

A Bill Clark there lives with Freddie's ex-wife.

He has form for petty theft.

Coffee? Follow up on that.

Lucy, get a warrant to seize Tremaine's will.

Give Mrs Tremaine a visit.

See if she's got any financial papers we can see. Sir.

Ooh! Dixon, when you've done that, check up on David Jones.

Who's he, sir? Works at the garage.

He told us Freddie took the money, but it might've been him. OK.

Yeah. Where have you been? I could have had a pizza delivered by now.

Listen, do me an all-ports warning on a Frederick Tremaine.

On suspicion of theft. And...

Possible murder? Yeah. ..and possible murder.

I'll be down at the harbour.

Think? I don't give a fish's tit what you think!

Just come up with it.

Da, it's a copper.

Alexander Greaves? Yeah.

And you would be? Forbes. Daniel Forbes.

I'll call you.

You're a very lucky man.

How's that? Off sick when the Green Bounty went up.

Yes, I was.

Not so lucky for your partner.

We've found his body. I heard.

We think the killing was deliberate. That right?

Who might have wanted to do that?

You accusing me?

Just making enquiries.

40 years, I fished with that man. He was a bigot and a bully.

But he was my partner. I'd never harm a hair of his head.

There you go. Thanks, Mum. OK.

How long have you and Freddie been divorced?

We're not. He still owes me. Oh.

I've had county court on to him, and I haven't seen a penny.

Not an amicable separation, then?

Ah, Mr Clark, is it?

Inspector Kersey.

You were up at the quarry earlier.

I'm interested in some explosive that seems to have gone walkabout.

Oh, yeah? You don't know anything about it?

No.

Have you ever been on Harry Tremaine's boat,

the Green Bounty? No.

Bill had nothing to do with that. We were away at the weekend.

I'll tell you who blew that boat up. It'd save me a lot of trouble.

It was an insurance job.

I've lived with Freddie, I've heard him talk about it.

"We could scupper the Green Bounty, claim off the insurers."

I bet you he's tried, and it's all gone wrong, as usual.

Blown up in his own face.

INDISTINCT COMMENTARY

What are we looking for? A white convertible.

'This is a great race.

'Everybody's giving 150% here!

'What a race!

'Bill's gonna take it!

'Number 65, Bill Forsett, wins!'

BRASS BAND PLAYS

'There's our winner, ladies and gentlemen, Bill Forsett!'

DRAMATIC MUSIC

All right, you got me.

Frederick Tremaine? That's me.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of theft.

Oh, yeah?

And the murder of your father Harry Tremaine.

What?

CHOIR SINGING

# And ever let there rise to thee

# Glad hymns of praise From land and sea. #

"Those who go down to the sea in ships

"and occupy their business in great waters

"see the works of the Lord and his wonders in the deep."

Harry Tremaine will be sorely missed

by his family and his friends here at Bethesda Chapel.

I would ask you all to stand in silence for one minute

in memory of a wonderful man.

Chalk him Fred T.

Smell it on his sweat. Guilty as sin.

Bloody terrified, more like. Or both.

I understand Harry was a lay preacher here. Yes, 26 years.

He was a fiery speaker. Mesmerising, sometimes.

Oh! Sorry, Mother, I...

You've met my son David? Yes, up at the garage.

I'd better get back. Thanks for coming.

Harry gave my son the job up there.

He was unemployed for two years after he finished university.

Harry was a very generous man, whatever they may say. He did care.

He made himself unpopular with some people. He wasn't an easy man.

People thought him intolerant.

But he was as hard on himself for his own sins as he was on others.

His own sins?

He was a good man.

And he'll be sorely missed.

Where were you the night before? I've told you, Truro.

Hotel? B&B? I slept in the car.

Save your stereo getting nicked?

I was drunk! Anybody see you there?

That night? Early morning?

Ever handled explosives? No.

You took the money for gambling debts? I didn't take it.

I just crashed out on a bender. I wasn't here!

Somebody else killed my father. Somebody else!

All right, take it easy.

Can I have another drink, please?

There will now be a short break in the interview. The time is 11.19.

Tea again, is it?

Look, erm...

I had run-ins with the old man, like anybody does.

But...

I couldn't kill him.

I couldn't. I swear to you.

Freddie was arrested yesterday evening. He's at Wand Street Station

What for? There's a number of enquiries.

Oh, Lord, no. Not Freddie.

How were things between him and his father?

Harry spoilt him one minute, and slighted him the next.

Freddie's always been difficult.

Do you have any financial papers for the business that I might see?

He keeps them in the spare bedroom.

I understand he and Mr Greaves own some property at the harbour.

That's right, the fish sheds.

They belonged to Harry's father, and his father before that.

There'd be 20 punts fishing then. It's all gone now. Time moves on.

Not for Harry.

They offered him tens of thousands. Gonna build a marina down there.

He wouldn't sell. He'd go to his grave before he'd see that.

The papers? Yes.

If you want to see Freddie, you can call the station. Oh...

Yes.

The explosive was a crude cocktail of phosphate compounds.

Not the quarry stuff, then. Clark's out of the frame. Maybe.

Tremaine left everything to his wife and Freddie.

Plus 20,000 to Bethesda Chapel.

And the harbour property?

He owned four buildings jointly with Alex Greaves.

The deeds say that on the decease of either of them,

control of the property reverts to the surviving partner.

Greaves can sell to whoever he wants?

Mm-hm. A property developer, a Daniel Forbes,

has put in a very substantial offer for the land.

We met Forbes yesterday... talking to Greaves.

Danny Forbes... Did you run that CRO check on him?

No form. But the Met Fraud Squad are looking at a few property deals.

One strange thing about Tremaine's bank statements...

he always used his local branch,

except once a month, he went to Truro and drew out £500 in cash.

Why strange? I don't know. Struck me as odd to go all that way.

Just a thought - maybe he was being blackmailed. What for?

Let's visit Danny Forbes, explore his property interests.

You search Freddie's flat.

Anything in particular? Everything in particular.

Which way to the flat? Right. Up the back.

You got him, then?

These Cornish wetbacks are living in the past. Sorry?

No forethought. Can't see the future.

They're sitting on a gold mine down there,

and they're out scrabbling after winkles and sprats.

But you plan ahead?

I'll do for that harbour what Maggie did for the Isle of Dogs.

Like what Hitler did for Coventry?

I already have outline planning for restaurants, a marina, yacht clubs.

The place is ripe for development.

And Harry stood in your way.

Did you ever meet him? No.

Life and soul of the bloody funeral.

Convenient he should die when he did. In such tragic circumstances.

Isn't it an ill wind?

Oh, I shall require a statement from both you and, er...

Mr Garner. George.

Maybe you could tell us now where you were Wednesday night?

Here. Tucked up in bed.

Ask the girls.

Come on, Doug.

Why go fishing, Mr Wycliffe,

when you've got the catch you want in the net?

Freddie. Harry's son. A very temperamental soul.

More mental than temper, I'd say.

Had dealings with him?

He's told you about our gambling sessions?

No. Enlighten me.

He latched on to me. Sad, really. The man's a loser.

He owed you money?

Some. We socialised a bit.

He tried to persuade Harry to sell up on my behalf.

I admit, I could make money out of Tremaine's demise.

But Freddie has had more out of this than I ever will.

You understand?

He's had revenge.

I don't want it. Take it away. I'll leave it just in case.

No. I said no. Nobody listens!

Don't touch.

Let's get a Home Office explosives bod down here.

I think we've hit the jackpot, boys.

Yeah, if you wouldn't mind, yeah. Ta. Bye.

Right. He's known to us. George Garner, Forbes's sidekick.

You saw the blue borstal spot on his cheek? Mm-hm.

He's got previous for aggravated burglary, robbery with, and GBH -

dispute over a greyhound.

He has the look.

He's just done a four-year stretch. Maybe he learned about bombs inside.

It'll get cold.

I couldn't. My stomach's still going up and down from that boat.

Result! We found various items in Freddie Tremaine's flat.

SOCO's first thoughts.

He reckons there's enough material there to make

a primitive explosive device.

Call Wand Street nick.

Set up an interview with Freddie. We'll have another go at him. Sir.

Fancy some chicken chow mein? Going begging?

Well, it's surplus to requirements.

What, the Lunch-back of Notre Dame's gone on a diet?

That's £3.75 you owe me.

Did your father give you money? How do you mean?

Cash? For gambling debts?

What are you talking about?

Apparently, your father went to Truro each month

and drew out £500 in cash.

It never came my way.

No idea what the money was for?

Might somebody know something about him that he wanted kept quiet?

You think I blackmailed him?

Freddie, I'm trying to help you. I'm not trying to trap you.

Were you very close to your father? Sometimes.

Tell me about that.

Well...

..when I was a kid... I hardly knew him.

I hardly saw him.

He was away weekends. He never took me.

Night-fishing, sleep in, days.

How did you feel about that?

I...

I missed him.

It upset you?

Yes.

I loved him.

You know?

Whatever people say, I loved him.

I believe you, Freddie. But he was hard on you too, wasn't he?

Yeah, he was strict.

I got leathered times enough off him.

But I played him up, see? Asked for it, provoking him.

You know how kids do.

Yeah.

Is that why you stole from the garage sometimes? To provoke him?

Well, sort of, I suppose.

A father's love is a very important thing, Freddie.

So, when you heard your father was dead,

it must have been upsetting for you.

Yes.

You're all right to go on with this?

Yes.

Perhaps you felt guilty.

Is that what you felt?

Could you say that for the tape, please?

I did, yes.

We all do things we regret.

Sometimes, some people draw us into things that we know are wrong.

Did anyone talk to you about killing your father? No!

Did Mr Forbes, the property dealer? You owed him money.

He sent me to persuade Dad to sell up.

Dad wouldn't have it. He hated Forbes.

What about Alexander Greaves, your father's partner?

Did he suggest the idea to you?

You talk to my mother about Alex Greaves, that's all I'm saying.

You see, today, we searched your flat and we found some things.

What things? Chemicals.

A timing device.

In the spare bedroom.

Do you know anything about that? No! No! What is this?

We found the means to make an explosive device in your flat.

No! You're lying!

I'm trying to help you.

You're trying to say I did it. You're all the same! You're lying!

Nobody listens! Nobody cares!

You never listen!

He's been banging about all night. We had the doc in.

He insists he wants to talk to you. Did he say what about?

Maybe he's gonna cough it.

OK.

It's 12.01.

Yes.

You've been asking to see me? You can have your solicitor present.

No.

All right, Sarge, wait outside. Are you sure, sir?

I'll remind you that you're under caution.

You don't have to say anything,

but what you say may be given in evidence.

I'm...

..I'm sorry about what happened - having a go at you.

I didn't mean to.

That's all right. It's a lot of pressure.

Is that it?

Yeah.

I just didn't want you to think...

I'm sorry.

That's all right, Freddie.

Freddie, you said something before

about Alex Greaves, your father's partner.

Do you remember? Yeah.

And your mother.

It's been going on for years. What? What's been going on?

Them two - at it.

Greaves and her, behind his back. They're all hypocrites.

Me - I'm supposed to be the black sheep.

You can't trust Freddie.

You want to know who killed my dad, ask Alex Greaves.

Ask her, all of 'em.

They're laughing now, aren't they? They're laughing!

Where is he? I dunno.

We had a meeting arranged.

He'll talk when he's good and ready.

You bring your father to Mr Forbes pronto!

Or I'm gonna be feeding you to the fishes.

LUCY: Taxi dropped Greaves off here about an hour ago, sir.

She's in there with him.

Yeah.

OK, sir.

Yeah, will do.

You still thinking of a move to London?

Might improve my prospects.

No, you'll never climb that greasy pole.

You're the wrong sex, love.

You reckon?

It's like watching the Magic Circle, the Met.

Stabbing each other in the back and ironing their Masonic aprons.

You've been out in the sticks too long.

For 18 years, eh?

No, I'm quite happy.

I reckon I've buried my heart on Bodmin Moor.

Buried your promotion prospects with it.

CAR APPROACHING

CAR HORN

Glad you could make it, Mr Greaves.

Not you, son.

I've been trying to see Freddie but they won't let me.

I heard you made a phone call. They put me off. I tried.

I don't think Freddie wants to see you.

He's very upset with you. Upset?

Amongst other things, he seems angry about you and Alexander Greaves.

I believe you and Mr Greaves are...

..close.

Sorry?

I've no wish to be indelicate. I just need to know the truth.

All right.

We have a... relationship.

That what you wanted?

Your husband wasn't aware of your relationship with his partner?

No.

But I doubt he would have cared.

I have to put this to you.

Did you or Mr Greaves play any part in your husband's death?

No!

Though I admit it, I shed no tears.

All Harry ever cared about was himself.

King of Kings and Lord of Lords!

He didn't worship God. He was God.

He walked this earth with a home-made halo.

Though he'd little cause.

Is it possible someone might have wanted to blackmail him?

What?

Mr Tremaine drew out £500 in cash in Truro

on the first day of every month.

Were you aware of that? £500?

You implied he wasn't as he seemed.

How long had he been doing this? A considerable number of years.

500...

While I was scrimping and saving...

..he sent them £6,000 a year! Sent who?

If you know anything that can help us,

that might help your son, we have to know.

No matter how hard it is for you. Who?

Who was he sending it to?

You're stretching my patience, Mr Greaves.

Who else is going to give you such a price?

For what? Three tin shacks in a muddy backwater?

Somebody might.

Don't mess me about, Mr Greaves.

Sign that letter of intent.

Sign it.

Superintendent, come in.

Lovely building.

Expensive to keep up, I should think.

Crippling. Endless jumble sales.

But you get donations?

Copper collections these days. People don't have it to give.

Oh. You'll miss Harry Tremaine's contribution.

Yes, he was a pillar of the church.

I meant his financial contribution.

What's this about, Superintendent?

I was hoping you could tell me.

We have information that Harry Tremaine gave you, personally,

£500 in cash each month.

Is it shown on the books?

No.

Was it for the chapel? Or something personal between you and him?

I came down here thirty years ago to teach.

I met Harry here at Bethesda.

We became involved.

And... I had to stop teaching.

Why was that?

I was pregnant with David.

So, Harry Tremaine was the father.

Harry paid the mortgage on my cottage.

He paid everything for David. His clothes, college...

And that's what the money was for? Every month, without fail.

Religiously.

Nobody knew, though I think his wife suspected.

Did David know that Harry was his father?

No.

I should have told him but Harry insisted we keep it from him.

And David still doesn't know who his father is?

I don't know! I don't know...

Um, tell me, what subject did he study at university?

Chemistry.

Is that Lucy? Wycliffe speaking.

Do it now and hurry up. Suspect may have been alerted.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

You all right, sir?

All right. Let's go.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Don't crowd him, Lucy! I can hardly keep up with him.

ENGINE REVS

Right, you two, stay put.

Get out of the car, David.

They thought I didn't know. But when I was a kid, I found letters.

OK, OK.

I kept thinking, "One day, they'll tell me.

"One day, Harry will take me in his arms and say it... 'Son'. "

But no. Never once!

Come on. No! Listen!

OK, I'm listening.

I told Harry I knew. I knew he was my father.

And he denied it, you know?

Denied me. He threatened me.

If I told anyone, he'd throw me out of the job, disown me completely.

And Freddie, that useless waste of space, got everything!

I was nobody!

Is that why you killed him?

It was me.

I made the bomb.

I blew him to pieces.

And I put all the chemicals in Freddie's flat in the garage. Easy.

I wanted them both to die.

Harry Tremaine deserved it.

He killed my father!

The father I wanted and never had.

Because he was too ashamed.

Ashamed of me.

There...

I've said it now.

David, just get...

SIR, THE BRAKES!

Stop! David, stop it! Stop it!

DAVID! TENSE MUSIC

Right, you're free to go, sir.

Is Mr Wycliffe here? No, but your mother is here.

Tell her to go away. I want Mr Wycliffe!

Wycliffe! WYCLIFFE!

'WYCLIFFE!'

'WYCLIFFE!'

SIRENS WAIL

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