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That shack's stealing all our business.

No wonder people prefer Scott's shack.

He understands the value of my catch.

Good fish, proper fish, Welsh fish.

I know.

I'd happily go back to fish and chips, but... I hope everything was to your

satisfaction. No, the food was flavourless. The gap between the idea

execution is exactly what you'd expect from an adult wearing Crocs.

These are pro -kitchenware.

Standard issue in the Rupert's kitchen.

Anyway, my food was designed for people with a palate.

This is why we're dead, Joe.

We need to go back to old -fashioned pub grub. Would you tell Leonardo da Vinci,

don't bother doing the Mona Lisa, just stick to crayons?

Yeah, if he was crap at painting, yeah. I am re -educating people's taste, not

pandering to the TikTokers.

We'll outlast our flash in the pan out there.

Technically, I was right.

See you soon. See you, Ben.

I was going to do us a barbecue tonight.

I've gone right off the idea now.

It takes more than this to bum you off a burger.

Right, cause of death, probably smoke inhalation.

Some areas of the body are burned, but the site's so dirty, we all know Morton,

he's on a slab.

When the fire started, why didn't he just leave?

Two scambian chips, please, love.

That wasn't appropriate.

What have we got?

Victim with Scott Winstanley, seafood chef.

Opened the shack here about six months ago. Bit of a star on social media.

I knew I recognised this place. It keeps popping up on my Instagram.

You're on Insta? Yeah, I'll follow if you like.

Or not.

Boundaries.

Any idea how it started?

Fire investigation team are on their way. Fire was discovered by local

Gareth Merwin just after 2am. Got Chowdhury interviewing the locals.

What's wrong with you?

Seagulls, ma 'am.

I hate them.

Got attacked in Temby last year. Took my churros right out of my hand.

Oh, watch out, there's one behind you.

Not funny, ma 'am.

I've asked around about Winstanny. Apparently he grew up in Cornwall in a

called Porth Curnow. A bit of a surfer type, but then fell into drug addiction

before teaching himself to cook. There we are then.

Ex -junkie, relapses, leaves a hob on.

Nice and easy, Malawan. Good job, too, cos you got that big zoom after.

Right. Wait, what?

Health and safety thing.

Sandra put it in the diary. Oh, Sandra.

Right, a dory, sir.

On it.

See if you can dig up any CCTV and keep taking statements from the locals. I'm

off to consult our consultant.

John Chappell?

How is he?

Complicated.

I'm sure we can resolve this, funny.

You told me you wouldn't be in.

Yeah, I needed to see you.

I'm not sleeping properly.

Alan's of his food.

We both are.

He can always intuit my inner pain.

Oh,

John, love.

It's over.

Mum! Pissing Emma?

Oh, hiya, love. Just bringing John's stuff back.

Oh.

I am turning your room into a home gym.

Well,

not as if you're going to be moving back in, is it?

Imagine that.

Detested suspect is still living with her mother.

Oh, no.

Really did it, Chloe.

Right.

Ta -da!

An intimate connection. A union of two souls reduced to the

contents of a distressed idea.

Good to see you're over the break -up, then.

Essential massage oil.

You've come to kick me while I'm down, have you? No, I've come to cheer you up.

I'm one day.

Oh, lucky for them.

At least I don't have to feel anymore.

Oh, don't be all emotional, John Chappell. I need your help.

Hipster Food Chef opens trendy sea food shack in Old Fishing Village. Last

night, the place burns down with him inside.

So you thought you'd come and use me?

Is that a trait in all the Malawian women, is it? Or is there just a sign on

forehead that says, Loser, please abuse.

Joe and Karen, half -brother and sister that run the local pub, they're Dodge.

Neither of them heard the fire last night, even though it was on their

Also, it was put out by local fisherman Gareth Merwin, who was just hanging

round at 2am.

I've got to admit, it's interesting jubble.

No, I'll have to be here. Alan's already been abandoned once.

He's feeling it all again through this.

He's completely distraught.

Yeah, yeah, he's in a terrible state.

Well, maybe all this moping about's made you lose your edge anyway.

Oh, please, spare me the amateur reverse psychology.

All right, then, I'll be off.

Oh, I'll do the file.

Yeah.

Yeah, I agree.

Yeah. Mm.

You looking at lunch?

No, just on the socials for Scott Winstanley's food shack. No hint as to

he'd relapsed. So far, all I've found is that his food was crap that day.

Sorry the scran wasn't hashtag bangtastic today.

Going to find a new supplier with super fresh vibes.

Obviously, Sadie's gone, but if someone has to die...

What's with the box, sir? Old case reviews. You need to sign off. Turns out

.I. Coffee had them in his boot for six months.

Typical. Great to have a fresh pair of hands to sort these out. Yeah, these

might have to wait. I was going to head down to Aberton and do a bit of digging

into the locals.

Why? I just don't think he relapsed, sir. There was no drugs found at the

His feed is all health and clean living.

Shall I tell you what my chief super used to say to me?

You don't clean the windows if you're going to knock the house down.

Mum?

Thought you'd want to hear this. I've looked into the food shack. Local

received a string of complaints from the owners of the ship pub and guest house

trying to get it shut down.

Maybe Karen and Joe just wanted him out the way enough they burnt it down.

We don't even know it was Arson. No, we do. Just heard back from the fire

investigation team. There was evidence of an accelerant.

Oh.

Oh.

Good hunch, Malawa. Look at you. Detective Inspector.

Smashing it. Uh,

Mum. Oh, sorry.

No. Sorry, I'm listening.

It's not right, Mum.

A seaside pub not selling fish.

Kitchen's Joe's domain.

Shame. Yeah. See you later, Gareth.

D .I. Malawan, Midwilth Police.

The smell.

Yeah, he spends his day gutting fish. You have to sort of breathe through your

mouth when you speak to Gareth.

Right, can I have a word with you and your brother? God, it's like the smell

still in my eyes. I'll grab him in just one second. Let me just bring this

coffee over to our new guest. Is that an extra hot latte macchiato?

Yeah, I had to Google it.

You'll never guess who we've got today.

I think I might.

You go and get your brother and I'll take that over.

Okay, if you're sure.

One extra hot Poncichino.

Well, I thought you weren't interested in the case.

I'm not.

I wanted to be near the sea.

I've found it a source of great solace in times of despair.

What happened to Alan Needs Me?

It scratched me.

Well, the fish stick, in fact.

Must be something in the air, telling people to reject John Chappell.

Can I make a...

What even is that?

Blackberry -infused duck liver with a pin smear.

Inedible.

So, have you come to torpedo my solitude or are you following up on a new lead?

Bit of both. The pub tried to have the food shack shut down with the council.

I told you I am not here to investigate.

I've come to commune with the sea.

I'm very fortunate, actually. The best sea view room has recently become

available. It's got a lovely...

Very interesting job.

Possibly.

Brilliant. Great job.

I called the council.

You what?

I had to try something. He was running us out of business.

Your bad cooking is what's running us out of business. People will come round.

What part of fine dining don't you understand?

Did you know Raymond Blanc here blew 300 quid on a thermometer?

It's a smart probe.

It messages my watch when the meat is done.

Now your watch can tell you no one's ordering. At least I got ideas.

I don't spend my days behind the bar knocking back Cabernet Sauvignon and

reading Jilly Cooper a bit. You badmouth Jilly Cooper and I'll knock you on your

arse. I think we're getting off topic here, guys.

Look, a celebrity guest. My food's attracted here.

Sorry to interject.

I hate to be rude.

There was somebody supposed to be in my room who moved.

Is it Tina?

Yeah. Marty Arce, eco -warrior. Yeah. She asked to move to room three.

Don't know why.

Your room is much nicer.

Damn it, my probe's overheating.

It sounds painful.

Hey.

Hiya, Karen. Two more, please.

What was all that?

That was me unlocking a fresh lead in this case.

The room I'm in is easily the best in the guesthouse.

Uninterrupted sea view, the only one with a bath, and yet Tina insisted on

moving to the box room around the corner.

Why? Going by your face, you already know, so do you just want to get to the

point? Room three.

Directly overlook Scott Shack.

The perfect place to observe him.

If you have an unhealthy interest.

We should talk to her. If anyone saw anything on the night, it's most likely

be her.

Remarkable, isn't it?

Even when I'm not trying to investigate, I cannot help but unlock a mystery in

this case.

That's a big old smug smile for someone who's apparently heartbroken. You're

loving it.

No.

merely trying my stomach best to distract the heart from its inner

Yeah.

Where can I find this, Tina?

She usually hangs around Pendry Bay.

Well, she would do when she wasn't following Scott around like a puppy.

I don't know what else she is.

A beautiful place.

Yeah.

Yeah, my dad used to bring me here when I was a kid.

Oh?

I don't want to blow my cover at the pub, all right? So I'll get her talking

you come over once I've warmed her up, all right?

Yeah.

Oh, majestic view.

You look like the actor, the Caesar guy.

No offence.

No offence?

I was just saying.

Majestic view.

The ocean.

How much she knows.

Are you going to keep talking?

It's incredibly annoying.

So, um, your accent's not from around here.

Where are you from?

Not that it's any of your business, but Kent.

I'm here studying the seals. I'm an ecologist.

Don't they have seals in Kent?

Yeah, of course they do. But Abbot and I are special. It's a new breeding

colony.

Okay, bye.

Excuse me, Tina?

D .I. Malowan, Mid Wales Police.

No, thank you. No, what? No, I'm the police. You have to speak to me. It's

of a thing.

Fine.

What?

I'm looking into the death of Scott Winstanley. We now know someone

set fire to his food truck.

I would have thought that was obvious.

You were seen following Scott around, taking a keen interest in him.

And? Really none of your business.

Really is.

I feel like I'm at the till and something's not scanning.

Fine. I took an interest in Scott because he talked a lot about

Now, can we just get to the point? You want to know whether I talked to Shaq. I

didn't. Well, how do I know? Don't interrupt me.

I'm an ecologist. The idea that I would commit arson... It's like, think of the

emissions. Now, if I were investigating it, and I would be doing a better job

than this, I'd be looking into Gareth Merwin.

The local fisherman? Why?

Scott got rid of Gareth as his supplier the day he died.

Wake up. It's a bit fishy.

That's supposed to be a joke.

Oh, I don't do jokes.

Now, thank you for your time. That will be all.

Rude. Yes, she reminds me of Scylla.

Black? No, the man -eating sea monster, Scylla Black. You'd expect the police to

have some passing knowledge of Greek mythology, honestly.

It's annoying.

Tina's right. I should have spotted that about the supplier.

Did you buy her story?

Well, she's definitely lying about something. She ain't from Kent.

How do you know that?

Well, erotic horrors. West country. Far southwest, I'd say.

I know the accent intimately.

I was a serious regular in the original pole art, yes.

My first job, actually.

I made a bit of a splash with my young and roguish Tristan Penvenel.

Anyway, same plan as before.

I'll get him talking, warm him up. Warm him up like you did Tina?

Well, that would be different.

I mean, he'll talk to me one -to -one as a fellow man of the sea. Exactly how

are you a man of the sea?

I own a boat. A narrow boat that you keep parked in stains on Thames. The

correct nautical term, you landlubber, is moor.

Anyway, water is water.

If the wind kicks it... Anyway, we haven't got time for this. Oh.

What a beauty, eh?

Wooden, chafing pieces all the way round the hole.

What's she draw, if I may ask? About four foot, four foot six?

You're that John Chappell, aren't you?

You know your boats, mate?

Well, what can I say?

Fellow man of the sea, you know.

May I?

Come on, oh.

Thank you very much. Oh, God.

I mean, she's seen some action, this one, hasn't she? She's been in the

50 years, every bit of it. Even the kit and tools go back generations.

Ahoy, me hearty!

Sorry, I don't know why I did that. Uh, D .I. Janie Mlaurin, Treabach CID.

May I come aboard?

Woman on a working boat's bad luck?

Yeah. Murder investigation.

Trump's fisherman juju.

John Sherpool.

You're a fisherman now? I dread that you'd fallen on hard times.

I suppose you're here about Scott.

You discovered the fire last night?

What were you doing up so late?

Same reason I'm always up at that hour. Same as my father and his father before

that. Weak bladder.

It's when we fish.

No nine -to -five job, you know, this life on the sea.

Scott sacked you as his supplier yesterday.

Why was that?

He wasn't happy with the cod I sold him.

Cod's not the best this time of year. I can't go out deep sea like the bigger

boats.

It's not worth the fuel.

You know what it used to be, this business, you know.

All right, Captain Birdseye.

You must have been angry.

Big customer and all that.

I'm a Merwin.

I'll survive.

I'll have to.

Seems people care more about seals than they do fishermen.

Yeah, well, they are cuter, in all fairness.

Yeah.

Right, well, I'd better get going.

It's, er... No, we don't have to do that. Oh!

It's happening.

Yeah, you... OK. Ta -ta -ta -ta -ta.

Charles Caesar does not like being lied to.

Come again, please.

Do you think we could get that switched off? It's a bit embarrassing with my

face up there. It's not really my finest work.

I think he's bloody good.

And so are you.

I think you look handsome.

That's the first time I've seen you crack a smile.

Well, maybe I've been feeling a bit sorry for myself.

Fears of the heart, you know?

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Well, isn't he your husband?

Oh, yeah.

Sorry for your loss.

A town line on your ring finger?

You've recently taken your wedding band off and you keep the photo up there so

it's not divorce.

He's not dead.

He's in Malta. He's coming home next month.

I'll just clean the urinals.

Ah.

Any food ordered?

Nope. No one is gagging for a fennel souffle.

Mr Trouble?

I don't want a juice cleanse.

Sorry.

Why did I let him do it?

Well, Dad, he left it to us 50 -50.

Well, his 50, no offence, is dying on its arse. The thing with Joe is, if you

try and make him do something, he just doubles down, so you've just got to let

him cock it up and learn the lesson.

Well, can't you overrule his menu?

He'll come round soon.

We're not completely in the red yet, so... Do you still want me to turn that

off? Oh, please, yeah.

Well, here's a good one. Yeah.

Leave it on if you like.

Couple of winning.

All right.

Baxter! Janie, you on your way to mine?

Not yet.

Good. Don't. I've pulled.

Pulled? I thought you had jujitsu.

Yeah, it got spicy.

You're OK to stay at your mam's, aren't you?

Yeah. Cheers, mate.

Cheers.

Three generations of my family in that photo.

There used to be ten boats out of Abitone. Ten!

And every one came home with a hull full of fish.

Hence the depleted fish stocks.

At least now the local ecosystem can find some kind of equilibrium.

What about my ecosystem?

I can barely afford to put food on the table.

I don't get Gareth.

You're the last fisherman in the village, yet Scott still dropped you as

supplier. It seems a bit rash.

Well, you know, that's the world these days, you know.

Everything's disposable.

You know, if I was a dolphin, there'd be some do -gooders raising money, but I'm

not. I'm Gareth Merwin, the last of my kind.

You fish yourself, John. I own for you, John.

Excuse me.

I was just saving you from Gareth.

Oh. I can't stand his endless fishing talk.

He does seem to have a one -track mind, yeah.

That's why I like having you around. Someone interesting.

Add a bit of sparkle to the place.

What about the charming Tina?

Is she not sparkle?

No, she's a weird one. She's been here for a whole week and she hasn't let me

clean her room.

Maybe she's less weird around her seals?

Seals?

Are you OK?

Oh, yeah, a bit.

Off there.

Yeah, I think I might head up.

Oh, that's a shame.

Well, I thought you might join me for a nightcap.

See where the evening takes us.

Better not, no.

Early start and all that.

Another time.

Hmm.

She did not come on to you.

Gave me a bit of a jolt, too.

Is it so surprising, though?

Romance novels.

Bored. Charismatic stranger.

Drifts into pool. Is that you, is it?

Dangerous liaison.

I've experienced it before, you know.

People hypnotised by celebrity.

You? Dangerous? You hide in here because your cat scratched you.

Anyway, I thought you were supposed to be heartbroken.

One barmaid chats you up and you're like a kid at Christmas.

I am heartbroken.

Very much so.

Sorry I'm not sobbing constantly and flagellating myself around the clock.

Tina has to be our prime suspect.

Why? Because you think she's putting on an accent?

No. She lied to us about more than just where she's from.

I spotted something last night.

This photograph here was taken in Abitonai 30 years ago.

What am I looking at here?

Apart from this man's amazing mullet.

I remember a sign here, look.

Beware, seals breeding.

There's been a colony here for years. Teela said it was new.

Why is she really here?

She won't let anybody in her room.

Not even to clean it, nothing.

So what are you hiding up there?

Well, I can't get a search warrant based on a seal photo and a hunch from

Poldark, so nothing doing.

Did you manage to dig up anything else?

Yes, there was something.

Karen. The barmaid that definitely fancies you? No, no, her nails are a bit

shonky.

She's well turned out.

Appearances are important to her.

Yet, she takes terrible care of them.

Why, Chapel?

Because you've gone mad, Chapel. No, the person we should be focusing on is

Gareth. Rubbish.

If he bumped off everybody and stopped buying his fish, he'd have killed half

the village by now.

Morning, ma 'am. You didn't sleep here last night, did you?

Sleep there?

Don't be mad, Chowdhury.

You big mad head.

Why are you calling?

We've had a witness come forward in the Abitone case.

Said they saw Scott Winspanley in a massive argument the day he was killed.

Who was?

You told him to leave town or I'll make you leave.

I had enough. He was killing the business.

My husband's coming home soon and I didn't want us to be homeless.

But Scott wouldn't leave.

So you killed him?

No. I did what I always do when I have a big row with someone. I had a large

glass of red and I bitched about him on Facebook.

OK.

Well, we're not done here.

I mean, we are done, but we are not done done.

Bye, John.

Bye.

Did you see that, Eve?

Bye, John.

She was just saying bye.

Are you incapable of reading nuance? That was more than just a bye.

I've got to go.

That's Baxter with the PM report.

You stay here and try to avoid Karen having full -blown sex with you. Ah.

Gary!

Oh, you were out in that last night. I saw the forecast.

Strong winds, rough seas, rain later, north -east Lundy.

It's all in a night's work, isn't it? Indeed.

Calm seas do not a good sailor make, I know from experience.

You've been caught out at sea in a storm, have you, John?

Well, four, six, seven, gusting to eight, just outside Windsor. Tried to

through, but had to take shelter in a nearby coat brasserie.

All right?

All right.

You were right to play Scott. He didn't relapse. There were no drink or drugs in

his system. Hmm.

So how come he couldn't escape the fire?

Oh, I can answer that.

Hard to see at the scene, whatever the state he was in.

But he'd had a heavy blow to the back of the head.

Enough to kill him?

No. Cause of death is smoke inhalation. He was alive when the fire started.

But out cold?

Anything on what he was hit with?

Something big and heavy.

Oh, one other interesting thing.

Forensics. Turns up a footprint from the shack.

Looks like a crock.

Can't wait this lunch. We're really busy.

If you're going to lie, make it believable.

Got a new order for you.

Your footprint was found at the decapod.

What are you doing here?

Just come to see where the culinary magic happens.

Don't worry about him. Were you in the decapod the day Scott was killed?

All right, fine. I went to see him. But I wanted out.

I went to make Scott an offer to take over the kitchen here.

He said no.

Sounds like your meat's ready.

What happens if people will come round?

Well, they clearly haven't.

I went to see Scott because people knew him. You know, people liked him.

Because he was... He was just better than me.

You said you slept through the fire that night Scott died.

Only I'm looking at your heart rate monitor here.

It says at 2am, your heart rate went from 58 to 84.

You were awake.

OK.

I woke up.

I saw the fire. But look, I didn't know there was someone inside.

You were just happy to watch it burn, were you?

I figured if his business was gone, he'd be more likely to accept my offer.

I was so desperate to make this work.

I... He died because of me.

Ego is a terrible thing, mate.

Do you want to know something I've learned in my game?

If you have a resistant audience, just give them what they want.

Karen, you might want to talk to him. He's in a bit of a state.

I think he's probably ready to change the menu about now.

Oh, great.

About the menu, not him being in a state.

Thanks,

John.

Right, you stay here.

Cover me.

Cover you? You're not The Rock.

What are you doing?

Searching Tina's room.

See what she's really up to in there.

Wait, what?

No, we haven't got a warrant. It can't be a part of this.

Suit yourself.

Look out.

What's going on?

Fastidiously tidy. Sign of an ordered mind.

Sir, one of the pictures has been taken down.

Has he hung something else up? This isn't an art gallery. Hurry up. The

thing.

I said, aha.

Aha.

You're a scientist, Tina. You work in theories.

I'd like to put a theory to you. Well, be quick.

We've looked into your background.

You're not from Kent.

You're from... Porth Curnow in Cornwall.

Fifteen years ago, your brother, Danny, drowned while swimming off a beach

there. Your parents blamed the lifeguard, said he was high while on

lifeguard was Scott Torrance.

He might have changed his name, but that is Scotland Stanley.

Yeah.

You came here to get revenge on the man you held responsible for your brother's

death.

Well, obviously.

It's not that obvious, actually. I took a lot of police work, so... Yes, I came

here to find him and kill him. Yeah, don't interrupt me. What? I found Scott,

spoke to him, but he turned his life around.

Punished himself for his mistakes.

So you just left him alone?

Yeah.

Scientifically speaking, what else could I do?

I came here to fix the problem. The problem no longer existed.

So I left it. And you used seal watching as a cover.

What a waste of a question.

Have you even prepared for this?

Yeah. The question you should be asking me is, can I prove that I spoke to Scott

about this? And the answer is yes. I recorded our conversations.

Yeah, I was going to ask that, actually. No, the real question to me is, why are

you so badly prepared?

No comment.

I'll tell you why.

You're stretched thin.

You're struggling.

And it's bleeding into your word, babe.

Shut up!

If you and Scott had made up, then why were you still in Abitoli?

I really like the community.

I feel like everyone here is really warmed to me.

Don't think they have.

The whole village just makes me feel chilled.

Now, if that's everything, interview terminated. I do the interview

act, lady.

Interview terminated at 2 .48.

I prefer

the star of India, but my mate, he's very persuasive, and you think he'll

probably go, ooh, Malawan, glad I caught you.

How's the case going?

Very... Very, very good.

And that box of case reviews?

All in hand, sir.

Of course it is. Amazing.

I'll be working for you one day.

I won't, because I'm retiring as soon as I can, but you know what I mean.

Sir, say if someone hypothetically was struggling with the increased workload,

what would your advice be?

I always tackle the working day like, well, like I eat a curry.

Kick off with the pom -poms, of course. And then you alternate.

Rice, main, non -main.

Rice. Maine.

Narn. Bit of chutney.

Maine. Before you know it, you're finishing off the pomperdoms, ordering

cobra. Make sense?

Perfect sense.

You wouldn't be on your way for a curry, would you, sir? Ah, good work,

detective. Ooh, I got something else for you. There's a van on Port Aran

Harbour. No tax, no MOT.

Untaxed cars.

Why are you giving me that, sir? Why, why?

Because it belongs to Gareth Merwin, the fisherman from Abitonai.

Just feels a bit odd. His van parked five miles away from where he lived.

yes. Got you. Thank you, sir. Yes, I will investigate that.

He's very interested.

Don't do that!

I'm sorry you invited me here.

Now, this van poses quite an onerous question.

Look at the tyres.

There's a fresh coat of tyre shine on them.

The whole of the outside of this vehicle is immaculate.

Gareth has recently had this van cleaned.

To get rid of the evidence from the murder.

What, you think he drove up to Scott Shack, chucked a Molotov cocktail at it

sped off? I think there's going to be another murder if a certain national

treasure doesn't get to the point.

Gareth wanted this van cleaned because it bears the family name.

Merwin and Sons, a source of great pride.

It's what the outside world sees.

But... Have a look on the inside.

What? It's just like the inside of my car.

Exactly. A mess. No order, no care.

A horror show.

Never giving you a lift again.

How does this help us with the case?

This is a man who cares deeply about outward appearances.

But he'll explain.

A parking ticket on a windscreen. Nope.

Swansea Fish Market.

This case is like the sea itself.

Seemingly calm on the surface, but a plethora of secrets beneath.

Dark depths.

Hidden troughs.

Presumably, you're here to unveil who killed Scott because you've been working

with the police, which was glaringly obvious. Can we just, like, wrap it up?

You are really rude.

But she has got a point, so... Missouri, you are absolutely right. I have been

assisting the police in their investigations.

So allow me to be more direct, if I may, Inspector.

Someone here was having an affair with Scott Wynne Stanley.

Weren't you, Karen?

Of course not.

I didn't like him. I wanted him gone.

Granted, you did argue with Scott and ask him to leave town.

You told us it was about the food shack ruining your takings.

Yeah. No, no, no, no, no.

You wanted the kitchen. And Joe's terrible, ill -conceived nouveau cuisine

fail. Aye.

Actually, fair enough.

You said it yourself. He needed to fail for you to get your way.

So why ask Scott to leave?

Because you couldn't have your old flame in town with your husband about to come

home.

You're a romantic soul, Karen.

That's what drew you to Scott.

A mysterious newcomer.

It's what made you proposition me.

I didn't proposition you. As if I told you.

I was surprised myself.

But believe me, I'm pretty sure you did.

But romance met pragmatism when you realised your husband was about to come

and Scott had no intention of leaving.

You had to make him leave.

If he didn't have the shack, he didn't have a reason to stay.

So you set it on fire.

This is just guesswork.

Trade not.

The accelerant used on the fire was lighter fluid. Not only effective at

starting fires, it's also pretty handy at removing nail varnish.

Karen.

You didn't.

You crept out of the pub at night.

Doused the deck apart with lighter fluid.

Whoosh.

I don't know. He was in there.

No. No, you didn't.

Only one person did.

The person who'd previously tried to kill got.

Needlessly theatrical.

One more word out of you, Greta Turdberg, and I will have you arrested

obstruction.

So who else tried to kill Scott?

The fish supplier that he'd just sacked.

So you hang on a minute.

It's not easy making a living as a fisherman nowadays.

Especially when you can't catch fish.

As a man of the sea myself, I could tell that the nets on your boat are

completely shot.

How'd you catch a fish without a net?

He didn't.

We found a car park ticket for Swansea Fish Market in your van.

Oh, so a fisherman goes to a fish market. Why is this news?

Because you weren't selling fish, you were buying it.

You put it on your boat, steamed round here, as if it had just been pulled from

the sea.

But Scott found out.

Bad batch that day, who knows.

That's why he apologised to his customers, that's why.

He sacked you.

You waited for him to close up, and then you paid him a visit.

You told him to reconsider, and he said no.

Your reputation stood to be ruined, along with your only source of income.

You can't prove anything.

I saw you struggling.

To find the right spanner when we boarded your boat.

Had one of your tools gone missing?

DNA matches Scots.

We got a warrant to search your house. It was hidden, but not well enough.

Like all the tools on your boat, it went back generations.

Merwin fisherman to Merwin fisherman.

You couldn't throw it away.

I didn't kill him, though.

You even said yourself.

It was Karen.

If Karen hadn't burned the shack, it'd have been fine.

If you hadn't attacked him, it'd have been fine.

It's a tragedy of misunderstanding.

Proper balls up.

Fast as you can, please. I just saw a seagull.

Two perps. I didn't see that coming.

I tell you what, Malala, a lot of people can't act the extra paperwork when they

step up to DI, but you, you're smashing it.

Appreciate that, sir.

Where's the other one?

Choppy waters ahead, Gareth.

Hope you sail through, mate.

Thank you.

I know now's not really the time, but I loved you in Poldark.

Oh, thank you.

What a mess.

Dead because of a fling with a barmaid and a bloke obsessed with some old

fisherman. There's more than that to Gareth.

He built up this fiction and put himself at the centre.

Sort of like you with Mam.

What's that supposed to mean?

Come off it.

All this moping. I'm sorry, I don't buy you and Mam as some great romance.

You're completely incompatible.

Why am I heartbroken?

Are you?

You seemed a lot less fussed about it the more we got into the case.

And you couldn't wipe the smile off your face when you thought Karen was trying

to jump your bones.

Distractions may have temporarily blunted grief's claws, granted.

Rubbish. You loved solving the case just like you loved being heartbroken for

the same reason.

What, Mrs Freud, is that?

You're a drama queen.

What? Not in a bad way.

Just... who you are, why you're an actor.

You're not going to like this, but I'm just going to say it anyway.

When you were really heartbroken, you shut the world out.

It was too painful.

You barely spoke about Ellen.

That was real.

But with Mam, you hardly shut up about her.

Do you realise how insulting that is?

I'm such a self -pitying narcissist that I projected a mere fling into a serious

relationship to satisfy some absence of creative outlet.

Yeah.

Drama queen.

Right. I'm not sure I'm quite ready to take life advice from somebody who's

clearly sleeping in their office.

Oh.

How did you know? Same clothes as yesterday.

Faint whiff of Febreze. No, all right. I'm not having a go.

You know, I just thought if you're really desperate, then... Oh, maybe you

can... You know, it's my spare room for a while, I don't know.

Oh, really?

John Chappell, that's very sweet of you.

But I'm fine. I found a flat.

Vax has been pretty unsubtly sending me right -move links, and one of them's all

right. I went to see it this morning.

Oh, thank God for that.

Thank you very much.

No, I mean, thank God you found somewhere.

I was actually worried.

Oh. Worried about me sharing your roof?

I wouldn't stay at yours even if I did need somewhere.

Good. State of your car. I'd probably have to hire a round -the -clock

Or they'd probably leave the minute they heard your grief jazz.

I can appreciate good music. I just draw the line out of a glockenspiel.

Glockenspiel, then.

Glockenspiel.

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