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MUSIC That's

Shaq stealing all our business.

No wonder people prefer Scott Shaq.

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 and execution is exactly what you'd expect from

an adult wearing crocs.

These are pro kitchenware.

Standard issue in the Ruberther'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 an 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 flesh and the pan out there.

Technically, I was right.

Too soon. Too soon.

MUSIC MUSIC

I was going to do us a barbecue tonight.

I've gone right off the idea now.

It takes more than this to bum me 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 the slab.

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

Two scambi and chips, please, love.

That wasn't appropriate.

What've we got?

Victim was Scott Winstanley, sea food 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 Instagram?

Yeah. I'll follow you, Phil.

Or not. Boundaries soon.

Any idea how it started?

Fire Investigation Team are on their way.

Fire was discovered by local fisherman Gareth Mewin just after 2am, got chowdry

interviewing the locals.

What's wrong with you?

Seagulls, man. I hate them.

I got attacked in Tenby last year.

Took my churros right out to my hand.

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

Funny, man. I've asked around about Winstanley.

Apparently he grew up in Cornwall in a place called Porth Colonel.

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 horrible one.

Nice and easy, Mil Owen.

Good job too, cos you got that big zoom after.

Right. Wait, what?

Health and safety thing.

Sandra put in her diary.

Oh, Sandra? Right, Adorey, 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?

Er, 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 office food.

We both are.

You see, you can always intuit my inner pain.

Oh, John Love.

It's over.

Mum! Put in him, huh?

Oh, hiya, Love.

Just bringing John's stuff back.

Oh, Sargeas. We're going to draw him a queen.

Oh, mad, have you paid for stuff tea, Vanan?

Yes. Money's stuff for Gede.

I am turning your room into a home gym.

I'm going to get you a new bed.

Hey, man, have you paid for the ton?

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

Er, much of that.

Detective Inspector's delivered with the mother.

Ah, ah, ah!

Hey, Mum.

Oh, sorry. Oh,

really, did it, Lovey?

Mm-hmm. Right.

Ta-da!

An intimate connection.

A union of two souls reduced to the contents of a distressed idea

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

Oh. Sensual massage oil.

Eww! You come to kick me while I'm down, have you?

No, I've come to cheer you up.

Someone's dead. Oh, lucky for them.

They say they don't have the feel anymore.

Don't be all emotion, John Chapel.

I need your help.

Hipster Food Chef opens trendy seafood shack in Old Fishing Village.

Last night, the place burns down with him inside.

Well, so you thought you'd come and use me?

You had a trait in all the Malawan women, is it?

Or is there just a sign on my forehead that says, Loser, please abuse?

Joe and Karen, half-brother and sister that run the local pub, they dodge.

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

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

round at 2 a.m.

Gotta admit, it's...

Interesting, Chapel. No.

Well, I have to be here, Alan.

He'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 leave the file.

Yeah. Yeah,

I agree.

Yeah. Mmm. Mmm.

You looking at lunch?

No, just all the socials for Scott Winston, Lee's food shack.

No hint as to why he'd relapsed.

So far, all I found is that his food was crap that day.

Sorry this grand 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 boxer?

Old case reviews, you need to sign off.

Turns out, the 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 Abertawni 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 scene.

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, I thought you'd want to hear this.

I've looked into the food shack.

Local council 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 he 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. Buffy!

Mum. Oh, sorry.

No. Sorry, I'm listening.

It's not right, man.

A seaside pub not selling fish.

Kitchen's Joe's domain.

Shame. Yeah. See you later, Gareth.

Ugh. Dear Malawa and midwills police.

Oh. Smell. Yeah, he spends his day gutting fish.

You have to sort of breathe free your mouth when you speak to Gareth.

Right. Um, can I have a word with you and your brother?

God, it's like the smell is 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 staying.

I think I might.

Um, you go and get your brother and I'll take that over.

Ah, OK. If you're sure.

Oh. One

extra hot Ponsicino.

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

I'm not. I wanted to be near the sea.

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

What happened to Alan needs me.

Scratch me? Mm.

Well, they've missed me.

In fact, must be something in the air telling people to reject John Chapel.

Can I, Nick, uh, what even is that?

A blackberry infused duck liver with a pints smear.

Oh. I know, in Eddaport.

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

lead? Bit or 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 rooms recently become available.

It's got a lovely...

Very interesting job.

Possible. Brilliant. Great chat.

I called the council.

You what? I said try something.

He was running us up for business.

Your bad cooking is what's running us out of business.

People will come round.

What part of fine dining done 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 meet is done.

Oh, great. Now, your watch can tell you know when's ordering.

At least I got ideas.

I don't spend my days behind the bar knocking back Habernay Savignon reading

Jilly Cooper of it.

You bad mouth, Jilly Cooper.

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 asked Eco Warrior.

She asked to move to room three.

Don't know why.

Your room's much nicer.

Damn it. My probe's overheated.

Yeah, sounds painful.

Hey. I can't do 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.

I'm interrupted to leave you, the only one with a bath, and yet Tina insisted

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 overlooks Scott Shagg.

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 to 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 this.

No. I merely try my stoic best to distract the heart from

its inner turmoil.

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'm not one of her she is.

The beautiful place.

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

Oh? Hmm.

I don't want to blow my cover at the parlor, right?

So I'll get her talking, and you come over once I've warmed her up, all right?

Come. 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 he knows.

The depth. Are you going to keep talking?

It's incredibly annoying.

So, um, you're accents, not from around here.

Um, 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 Abitoneye's special, it's a new breeding colony.

OK, bye.

Excuse me, Tina.

DI Malawan, mid Wales police.

No, thank you.

No, what? No, I'm the police.

You have to speak to me.

It's kind of a thing.

Yeah, fine. What?

I'm looking into the death of Scott Wynne Stanley.

We now know someone deliberately set fire to his food truck.

Why would have thought that was obvious?

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

And? Really, none of your business.

Really is?

Police, you're... Feel like I'm at the tail and something's not scanning.

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

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 was 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.

Is that supposed to be a joke?

Oh, I don't do jokes.

Now, thank you for your time.

That'll be all.

Rude. Yeah, it reminds me of Sela.

Black? No, the man-eating sea monster, Sela Black.

You'd expect the police to have sub-passing knowledge of Greek mythology, honestly.

It's annoying. Tina's right.

I should have spotted that about the supplier.

You buy a story?

Well, she's definitely lying about something.

She ain't from Kent.

How'd you know that?

Well, a rotic horror of the West Country, far south-west, I'd say.

I know the accent intimately.

I was a series regular in the original film, Polar, yes.

My first job, actually.

I made a bit of a splash with my young and rogue-ish Tristan Penvendl.

Yes, anyway. Same plan as before.

I'll get him talking.

Warm him up.

Warm him up like you did Tina.

This would be different.

I mean, he would 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 tents.

The correct nautical term you land lover is moor.

Anyway, water is water.

If the wind kicks it, I know I'm not in good time for this.

All right?

Oh, what a beauty, eh?

God. Wooden, chafing pieces all the way around the whole.

What's she draw if I may ask?

About four foot, four foot six?

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

You know your boat's make?

Well, what can I say?

Fellow man of the sea, you know?

May I? I'm honoured.

Well, thank you very much.

Oh, God.

She's seen some action this one, hasn't she?

No, she's been in the family 50 years every bit of it.

Even the kit and tools go back generations.

Ahoy, me hearties!

Sorry, I don't know why I did that.

Uh, do I, Janey Mlaw, entree a bar CID?

May I come aboard?

Woman on a working boat's bad luck.

Yeah. Murder investigation, Trump's fisherman, Juju.

John Chapel. 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, and 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?

Yeah, all right, Captain Birds Eye.

You must have been angry, a big customer and all that.

Ah, I'm a mervin.

I'll survive. I'll have to.

Seems people care more about seals than they do fishermen.

Oh, yeah, well, they are cuter in all fairness, sir.

Yeah. Right, well, I better get going.

It's, uh, Mr.

Chancellor, you want to...

No, we don't have to do that at all.

Is that men?

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

CHILD CHATTER Charles Caesar does not like being lied.

Ah, come again, please.

Do you think we could get that switched off?

It's a bit embarrassing, my face up there, you know?

It's not really my finest work.

I think you're bloody good.

And so are you.

I think you look handsome.

Ha-ha-ha, I thought...

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

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

Yeah, fair to the heart, you know?

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Oh, you're husband.

Oh, yeah. Sorry for your loss.

The 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 just cleaned the urinals.

Ah. Any food orders?

Nope. No one is gagging for a fennel souffle.

Mr. Trouble? Er, and I want a juice cleanse.

Sorry. Why

did I let him do it?

Well, Dad, he left it to us.

50-50. Well, it's 50.

No offence. He's dying on his arse.

Being with Joe is, if you try and make him do something, he just doubles down,

so you 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?

Ah, please, yeah.

Well, he's a good one.

Yeah. Leave it on if you like.

Couple of minutes.

I don't know.

Backstab! Janey,

you on your way to mine?

Not yet. Good.

Don't. I've pulled.

Pulled? I thought you had...

Jiu-jitsu. Yeah, go spicy.

You're okay to stay at your mum's, aren't you?

Er... Yeah. Yeah.

Cheers, mate.

Cheers. Three generations of my family

in that photo.

There used to be ten boats out of Abitone.

Ten. And everyone came home with a hull full of fish.

Hmm. 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 it, Gareth.

The last fisherman in the village, Scott still dropped you as his supplier.

It seems a bit rash.

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

Everything's disposable.

If I was a dolphin, there'd be some do -gooders raising money, but I'm not.

I'm Gareth Mervyn, the last of my kind.

You fish yourself, John.

I'm on for you, John.

Excuse me.

What? What's the matter?

Not really. I was just saving you from Gareth.

Oh. Can't stand his endless fishing talk.

Does he have a one-track mind?

That's why, like having you around, someone interesting had 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 us seals?

The seals?

Of course, Chapel, yeah.

You OK? Oh, yeah, but, Tina, off there, yeah, I think I

might head up.

Oh, that's a shame.

I thought you weren't joining me for a nightcap.

See where the evening takes us.

Better not, you know,

early start and all that.

Another time.

Hmm. Right.

Smashin' it.

She did not come on to you.

Gave me a bit of a jolt, too.

Is it so surprising, though?

Hmm. Romance novels, Bored, Charismatic Stranger, Drift into

Ports. Is that you, is it?

Dangerously is on.

I've experienced it before, you know.

People hypnotised by celebrity.

You, dangerous. You hide in here because you can't.

That scratched you.

Anyway, I thought you were supposed to be heartbroken.

One bar made chat 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, though.

This photograph here was taken in Abbotonai 30 years ago.

What are we looking at here?

Apart from this man's amazing mullet.

I don't have the sign here, look.

But where? Seals breeding.

There's been a colony here for years.

Tina 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's she hiding up there?

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

Poll Dax and nothing doing.

Did you manage to dig up anything else?

Yes, there was something.

Karen. The bar made the definitely fancies you.

No, no, her nails are a bit shonky.

She's well turned out.

Appearances are important to her.

Yeah, 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 who stopped buying his fish, he could have the

village buy now.

CHILD RINGS Chowdhury?

Morning, ma'am.

You didn't sleep here last night, did you?

Sleep, they? Don't be mad, Chowdhury.

You big mad head.

Why are you calling?

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

Said they saw Scott Winstanley 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.

Sick. Bye,

John. Bye.

Do you see that, is it?

Hi, John. She was just saying bye.

Are you incapable of reading new ones?

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.

Ha ha.

Gareth! Oh, you out in that last night.

I saw the forecast.

Strong winds, rough seas, rain later, northeast Lundy.

Ah, it's all in the night's work, innit?

Indeed. Calm seas, do not a good sailor, mate.

Can't open them 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 battle through, but had to take shelter in a nearby coat-brassery.

Yeah. MUSIC

You were right about Scott.

He didn't relapse.

There were no drink or drugs in his system.

So how come he couldn't escape the fire?

Oh, I can answer that.

Hard to see at the scene while the state 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 this wait this lunch?

We're really busy.

If you're gonna 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 happened to people will come round.

Well, they clearly are, aren't they?

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.

Okay. 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.

Ah, Joe.

He goes 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, uh, in a bit of a state.

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

Oh, great. About the menu, not him being in a state.

Thanks, Joe.

Right, you stay here.

Cover me. Cover you?

You're not the rock.

What are you doing?

I'm 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 part of this.

Suit yourself. Look out.

What's going on?

A sturdiously 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 chapel thing.

Aha. Aha.

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.

Do you think it's a good idea to take a look at the picture?

No. I think it's a good idea to take a look at the picture.

I think it's a good idea.

We've looked into your background.

You're not from Kent.

You're from Port Curno in Cornwall.

15 years ago, your brother, Danny, drowned while

swimming off a beach there.

Your parents blamed the lifeguard.

Said he was high while on duty.

The lifeguard was Scott Torrance.

He might have changed his name, but that is Scott Winstanley.

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.

It took a lot of police work.

Yes, I came here to find him and kill him.

Yeah. Don't interrupt me.

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 a 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 that?

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

Scott about this?

Yes, and the answer is yes.

I recorded our conversations.

Yeah, I was going to ask that, actually, so...

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 work, babe.

Shut up! If you and Scott had made up, then why were you still in Abatonai?

I really like the community.

I feel like everyone here is really warm to me.

Don't think they have.

The whole village just makes me feel chilled.

Now, if that's everything...

Interview, terminate... I do the interview terminated at...

Lady! Interview terminated at 2.48.

Well, don't be my villain, chill.

But I'll have to do it again.

I guess it's a friend of mine.

I prefer to start him in India, but my mate, he's very persuasive, and you think

he'll probably go, oh, my low one.

Glad I caught you.

How was the case going?

Very, very, very good.

And that box of case reviews?

All in hand, sir.

Of course it is.

Amazing. I'd be working for you one day.

I won't, cos 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 pampadoms, of course, and then you

alternate. Rice, main, naan, main.

Rice, main, naan.

Bit of chutney, main.

Before you know it, you're finishing off the pampadoms, ordering another cobra.

Make sense? Perfect sense.

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

Ah, good work, detective.

I've got something else for you.

There's a van on Port Arran Harbour.

No tax, no MOT.

Untaxed cars. Why are you giving me that so why, why?

Because it belongs to Gareth Mewan, the fisherman from Abertonne.

Yeah. Just feels a bit odd.

His van parked five miles away from where he lives.

Right, yes. Got you.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, I will investigate that.

Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Very interesting. Don't do that!

Sorry, but you invited me here.

Now, his van poses quite a number of questions.

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 Scotch, shagged, chucked a Molotov cocktail at it

and 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.

Mowin and Sons, a source of great pride.

It's what the outside world sees, but...

..never 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.

Does he explain...

..the parking ticket on a windscreen?

Swansea fish market.

This coast is like the sea itself.

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

Dark depths, hidden troughs...

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...

Sorry, 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.

Won't you, Karen?

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 new valkyrie to 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 were 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

home, 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.

Prade 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.

I did.

You crept out of the pub at night.

Doused the deck apart with lighter fluid.

And whoosh.

I didn't know he was in there.

No, no, you didn't.

Only one person did.

The person who'd previously tried to kill Scott.

Needlessly theatrical. One more word out of you, Greta Turdberg, and I will have you

arrested for obstruction.

So who else tried to kill Scott?

The fish supplier that he just sacked.

The fish supplier that he 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 with 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 went from 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. And one of your tools got missing.

DNA matches, Scott.

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 shirt, 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.

As fast as you can, please.

I just saw a seagull.

Two perps! I didn't see that coming.

I tell you what, my lad, 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.

Help me sail through, mate.

Thank you. I know now is not really the time, but I loved you in Paul

Dock. Oh. Thank you.

What a mess.

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

There was more than that to Gareth.

He'd 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 Karim was trying

to jump your bones.

All right, 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 gonna like this, but I'm just gonna 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've 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, withered for breeze.

I'm not having a go.

I just thought if you're really desperate, then...

Or maybe you can...

At least there's my spare room for a while.

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, at that moment, 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 cleaner.

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

I can appreciate good music.

I just draw the line and have a glockenspiel.

Gluckenspiel? Gluckenspiel?

Gluckenspiel? Gluckenspiel?