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I believe, and all the
evidence supports that belief,

that Suresh Hossein
murdered Raymond Cohen

and destroyed his body in
order to conceal his crime.

Detective Superintendent Grace,

do you know anything about a
shoe connected with this case?

A brown, crocodile-skin, slip-on
loafer with a gold chain? Size ten?

I do. On March
the 9th of last year,

did you take this shoe
to a so-called 'medium'

by the name of Harold Frame,

a man best described as
a dabbler in the dark arts?

Three years ago,

Mr Frame gave me
sufficient information

to put a name to
a murder suspect.

It led directly to his arrest
and subsequent conviction.

That is a fact. Three years ago?

So it would be fair to say that
you are a man of the occult?

A believer in the supernatural,
Detective Superintendent?

When I entered the witness box,

the first thing I
was asked to do

was to take the
Holy Bible in my hand

and swear by Almighty God.

In a court that accepts

a witness taking an oath
to a supernatural being,

it would be strange if I and
everybody else in this room

did not believe in
the supernatural.

A medium? After the last time?
Why? What were you thinking?

We knew Hossein had Cohen
murdered, but we didn't have a body.

We still don't. Your
voodoo man came up empty.

He came up with a pig farm.

Come on. It's obvious
what happened to Cohen.

That shoe had been
through forensics.

Signed out and
signed back in again.

They cannot lay

an exhibits contamination
charge against me.

They don't need to! You
let them discredit you!

Ghosts? Psychics?

That's not police
business, it's show business

and you brought it
into a court of law.

People make
allowances for you, Roy.

I have made allowances
for you more than once.

I suppose this is
probably not the best time

to ask about a
return to proper work.

You have proper work. Paperwork.

Just so's we're clear,

the Chief is thinking
of removing you

from operational
duty altogether.

You know what, if I'm
that much of a liability,

why doesn't he just
get rid of me now?

Because it's poor optics.

His words, not mine.

Promise by Illyus & Barrientos.

Marky-Mark! How's
Jersey? All good?

Erm, it's a bit of grit
in life's lube, mate.

Sorry, mate. I'm caught at
Jersey airport. Fogbound.

Some best man you are.
I get back, I'll call Robbo

and I'll come and meet you at
whatever boozer you've got to.

All right? Yeah.

Don't you worry, Mikey-boy.

We are gonna make
this a night to remember.

Come on, Michael.
Come on, Michael, let's go.

'Control room.'

This is Detective
Superintendent Grace.

I'm stuck in traffic on Fircroft
Road south of Crow borough.

Can you give me any
information? 'Major accident, sir.

'Road's going to be
blocked for a while,

'so you'd be best using
another route.' OK, thanks.

'You might have to wait a
while for removal yet, Phil.

'Brigade's still cutting the
last one out of the wreck.

'Looks to be a stag
do out on the lash.'

Looks a bloody mess, Dad!

Don't cuss, Davey.

'Cheers, mate, let me
know when you're done.'

Wait here. All right?
Stay in the truck.

Francine? Roy. I'm so sorry.

There was a traffic
accident. I, erm...

Too much? For a first

whatever we're calling this.
Sorry, I'm a bit out of practice.

Davey!

Davey-boy!

What did I say about
waiting in the truck?

Me time. That's
very important to me.

Ayia Napa, 2009.

That was my awakening.
My... epiphany.

Watching the sun come up
on the beach, I said to myself,

"There's got to be more to life
than Blockbusters, Hastings."

God. Listen to me
going on about myself.

Coffee and liqueurs and
you've hardly said a word.

No, it's, erm... It's
been fascinating...

Flatterer. So, go on.

What about you?

How long have you
been with the Police?

25 years, more or less.

I've got to say, and I hope you
won't take this the wrong way,

you don't look
like your profile.

No... It's an old photo.

A colleague signed
me up for the site.

It was their idea of a joke.

So, how come you're back
on the market? Divorced?

No. Really?

I'm on number three.

I find it hard to believe
you've never been married.

Best to be honest.

Always. No. Erm,
we're, separated.

Call Robbo.

'I'm sorry, Mark,

'it's not been possible to
connect you at this time.

'You have 14 unread messages
and seven missed calls.'

'Mark? If you're there, pick up.

'Please, call me as
soon as you get this.

'Christ. Mark, please,
I'm going out of my mind.

'If you get this, I'm at
Lewes Victoria A&E.

'Please, get here.'

Thank God! Is he with you?
Is Michael with you, Mark?

No. Why? I just
got in from Jersey.

Ash? What's going on?
There's been an accident

I don't know what happened, but

Pete, Robbo and Luke
are dead. WOMAN MOANS.

They're operating on Josh
now. So, where's Michael?

That's what I'm saying.
No-one knows where he is!

Detective Sergeant Branson.

Can I get your autograph?

It's not for me,
it's for the kids.

Bush telegraph said you'd
been in to see Alison Vosper.

So how did that go?

How's Ari? She sends her love.

Sammy? Remi? A year
older, a foot cheekier.

Yeah, they both
miss their Uncle Roy.

You didn't have to
disappear on me, man.

You know what this place
is like. Guilt by association.

Maybe, but... Hey, look,
I'm in big boy's pants, now.

I mean, I get to choose my
own friends and everything.

You don't need
to look out for me.

Gosh.

Talk about out of
sight, out of mind.

Surely, half the perps for these
will be dead and gone by now.

Yeah, but it's not just
about the collar, though, is it?

They all mean something to somebody.
Fathers. Sons. Mothers. Daughters.

Wives.

The not knowing. Always.

So what's this free brunch
going to cost me, then?

Well, bloke went out
on his stag last night,

never came home.

That's not even 24 hours.

He's probably just coming to,

bollock-naked on the
Fort William sleeper.

What are his mates
saying? Not much.

Three of them are room
temperature down the mortuary

and the fourth
one's on life support.

It's unlikely he's going
to make it. It's an RTA.

Their transit got
totalled on Fircroft Road.

- And the groom wasn't with them?
- Look

I know it's early
days, but... I dunno,

something about it feels off.

Go on, then. Who is he?

Michael Neward. He's
a local boy made good.

Property developer.
Real serious player.

Pelicano South Properties.

Pelicano South.

Warehouse development
on Shoreham Harbour.

About seven years ago.

32 flats. All sold off-plan.

He's worth a few bob, then?

Look, I know it's a live inquiry

and, well, these days, you're
more at home with the dead,

but, erm

I could do with a bit
of the old Grace magic.

That's if you can spare it.

Well, it would get you out
your office for a couple of hours.

Come on. For old times'?

So, think you know most of the
team. You remember Bella and Nick.

Roy. How you doing?

I'm good thanks. We miss you.

Aww. I bet you say that to all
the Detective Superintendents.

And this is the new girl
in school, DC Boutwood.

Emma Jane. EJ. Sir.

Roy. So where are we?

Anything off mobiles as
to their plans last night?

So driver's phone's a write-off.

I've passed it to John
Rye in Digital Forensics,

but he's not hopeful.
Rest of the victims,

it's just arrangements
for the rendezvous.

Which was where? The
Hispaniola. On the Front.

Six o'clock kick-off.

Now, I spoke to the bar-staff,
they were there about 45 minutes,

before pushing
off. Pub crawl, then.

What was the last
signal we have for him?

A mast on the A22.

All five pins remained together
from 6:30 till shortly before 9:00.

There's a pub at
each of these clusters.

Then at 8:45, Neward's
phone winks out.

Nothing since.

Switched it off? Or in
an area of no signal.

So we're talking a
radius of five miles,

probably 15 miles
north of Brighton.

Resources? You're looking at it.

I presume you've got a search
warrant for Neward's place?

It's all right for some.

You don't think he's had a
touch of the seconds? Would you?

Well, if he's not done
a runner, where is he?

I'll pass this on to
Digital Forensics.

See if we can get
a quick turnaround.

Police.

Detective Superintendent
Grace, DS Branson, Brighton CID.

Mr...? Warden. Mark.

What're you doing
here, Mr Warden?

I had a meeting in Jersey. A
development we're looking at.

Flight back was delayed.
How well do you know Michael?

Best mates. We went
to school together.

What was the
itinerary for last night?

Just a few drinks.

No plans to get him plastered
and stick him on a ferry to Dieppe?

No.

Any chance he could have
second thoughts about the wedding,

anywhere you can think
of he might be holed up?

No. Why would he?

Another woman?
No. No, not Michael.

No. He worships the
water that Ashley walks on.

Erm, his fiancee.

How is she? Terrible.

I've just left her at
the hospital with Zoe.

Josh's missus. One of
the other guys on the stag.

And Gill, Mike's mum.

She asked me to drop by here.
Just in case Michael had come home.

All well with the business, Mr
Warden, no problems there?

No. No, things are going great.

We've got developments all over.
Peacehaven. Newhaven. Hove.

I just... keep thinking

I could've been in that van.

I should've been.

Michael wouldn't do this to us,
not on purpose. Not to me. Or Ash.

Sure, but sometimes
after an accident,

people can become
disoriented. Confused.

Alcohol can make people
do some very irrational things.

Do you think that Michael...?

He's had long enough
to get sober by now.

His dad was a drinker. He
died when Michael was 11.

Took his own life.

I think that's why Michael
connected with Ash the way he did.

She lost her parents, too.

We'd like to speak with
Miss Haynes, is she still here?

She's in with Zoe. Josh's wife.

Bit of moral support.

I just want to know
what's happened to him.

God...

What am I going to
do? My Joshie's dead.

You don't live together,
you and Michael. No.

We stay at each other's,

but we want the wedding
to mean something.

It probably sounds old
fashioned. No, not at all.

Boys have got a new
development Seaford Bay way,

Beachland Heights,

we're gonna have one of those
when planning goes through.

How did you meet? Erm,
job interview at the company.

Receptionist. Eight months ago.

Where were you
before that? Toronto.

A real estate company. Part
of the Hunter Falls Group.

Have we met somewhere? I
swear you look familiar. No.

How did Mark Warden feel about
you and Michael becoming an item?

It didn't affect their business
relationship, or...? No.

Why would it? They're friends.

Look, I'm sorry, but
something's happened.

I know it has. People don't
just disappear without a word.

It doesn't make sense.

I just want him back.

Please, find him.

I can't lose him. I
can't. He's everything.

You don't know.

I don't know what, Miss Haynes?

When I met Michael, I
thought I was done with all the...

Things haven't always been
good. You know? For me.

I was, erm... in care.

My mum and dad,
there was an accident,

when I was three. A motorbike.

Yes, Mrs Neward
told me. I'm very sorry.

Please, find him.

God.

It's OK.

Hello. Hello. This is Davey.

Requesting an air strike
on the enemy's position.

Get to the chopper now!

'Hello? Hello? Can you hear
me! This is Michael Neward.

'I... Hello? Hello?'

All right, boy? Who was
that you were talking to?

Online. Right.

Pizza's in the oven. Don't
forget to wash your hands.

EJ and me covered off most
of the pubs in the search area.

Couple of sightings
of the stag party.

Seems they were
on a lager frenzy.

According to witnesses,
Michael, in particular, was hanging.

That would agree with toxicology
on the three who died at the scene.

Well in excess of the legal limit.
So all was well between them?

No rows? Nothing that could
cause Michael to go off on his own?

Bar staff said they
were all in good spirits.

So Digital Forensics
are still collating,

but according to
Michael Neward's laptop,

Pelicano South Properties
have another account,

it's in the Cayman Islands.

Maybe that's what Warden
was doing at Michael Neward's?

Picking up the laptop.

If they've some dodgy
offshore tax scam going on...

It's hard to say if that's
what it is at first glance.

But I'll know more once I
give it a proper go-through.

OK, database check,
all interested parties.

The partner, the fiancee, his
mother, the guys in the van.

Anything out of the ordinary. OK.
Thank you very much, everyone.

Excellent work.

Sorry. Old habits.
This is not my case.

I'm here on an advisory level.

No. You're here to
do what you do best.

Shanti Shanti? Maybe tomorrow.

I've got court
again first thing,

but I'll give you a
shout when I'm clear,

hook up at Bolney.

All that in the papers. About
the medium. Is that true?

He said it under oath.
So it's got to be. Right?

'I thought I saw
her in the Lanes.

'Older, obviously,

'but the same hair.

'I put my hand
on her shoulder, '

she turned round.

An eyebrow piercing.

Our Jen would
never've done that.

Poor girl must've
thought I was mad.

When someone dies,
there's a process that leads,

however painfully, to
some kind of closure.

But when someone we
love just suddenly disappears

without warning, or
reason, or explanation,

there is no end-point.
There's no...

No destination. No terminus.

There's no right or
wrong way to react.

We all have to
walk our own road,

but we just don't
have to do it alone.

So?

Roy?

There's a ghost in my house.

Sandy's back. In dreams.

Stress response?
Not that I'm aware of.

Well, that's the point.

Background level anxiety,
it's... It's cumulative.

If we don't deal with it
with our waking mind,

it finds a way to manifest.
Stress looks for weak spots.

How's work?

Yeah. Probably.
There's a big trial.

You know, I thought I'd...

When I stopped thinking
I'd seen her in the street,

I thought I'd

come to terms.
Made peace with it.

It doesn't work like that.

No.

Do you want to tell me about it?

The dream? Erm... Yeah.

Erm...

It's always that morning.

It's not even a dream,
really, I suppose.

It's more like a memory.

I'm watching the
two of us together.

And the part of
me that's watching

knows that when she
walks out of the door,

it'll be for the last time.
So I'm trying to warn myself,

"Don't let her go." But the
me in the dream can't hear.

Funny. What is?

Well, it's just occurred to
me, the ghost in the dream,

it's not Sandy, is it? It's me.

You get any further with
the Cayman Island account?

Yeah, last couple of years,

Pelicano South Properties
have salted away

north of £5.25 million.

If someone wanted to
disappear and make a new life,

that's not a bad start.

Joint signatories on the account?
Him and Mark Benedict Warden.

So if Michael wanted to
empty the pot and go solo,

he'd have been a bit
hard pressed, wouldn't he?

Unless they're
in on it together.

Of course, if one partner
dies before the other,

then only one
signature's required.

So Mark Warden would
need proof of decease.

And he's not gonna get that
from a missing person, is he?

Just remind me,
who's the owner, again?

Is it something he'd usually do?
Take the van without asking you?

No. Erm, it was out of
character. Robert's a good lad.

Was. My sister's in pieces.

Did Robert say anything
about his plans for that evening?

I think it was some sort of
stag for one of his mates.

But I couldn't say who.

Drink, I suppose
it'll be, won't it?

God, you'd think he'd seen enough
of what that can do working here.

What's the webbing for, Mr
Stourton? The tape? Interments.

Though there's a lot less
of that than there used to be.

These days, people tend to
favour cremations. For cost.

You keep a lot of
coffins on site? Yeah.

When was the last time
you did a stock take?

Come on, Michael, let's go.

What pub's this, then?
It's the Gravedigger's Arms.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa... No, no, no...

Come on! Wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait!

Whoa, whoa, whoa... Who-oa!

Whoa, whoa... No!

This is ridiculous. Come
on, get away, get away!

No! Come on! This is ridiculous!

No, no, no, no!
No! That's too far!

Guys?

Come on, listen to
me. I'm claustrophobic.

Oi, Mikey, have
a go on this, mate.

Lads?

Guys? Guys, what is this?

Boys, what are you doing?

Robbo?

What? Lads!

What if the water rises?

Another couple of hours
ain't going to kill him.

After what he did on
your stag, he deserves it.

Come on, guys!

OK, surely that's it, guys. Come
on! Let me out now, come on!

Hello?

OK. Yeah. Great.
You've had your fun.

Come on, you can let me out now.

'Guys?'

Hey, Mikey, this is what you get

for sticking me on a
train to Edinburgh, mate.

'Yeah. Great. You got
me back. Let me out now.'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, mate.

Shouldn't be more
than a couple of hours.

'A couple of hours? Lads,
come on.' Give it here!

'That's ridiculous.'

Guys? Robbo, hello?

Hello? No. No. Guys, come on!

Guys, you gotta let
me out of here, please.

Come on!

This is Michael Neward.
Can anybody hear me?

This is Michael Neward.

Please, can anybody hear me?

'Hello. Hello. This is Davey.

'Requesting an air strike
on the enemy's position.'

Hello? Can you hear me?
'Get to the chopper now!'

This is Michael
Neward. Hello? Hello?

'This is Michael Neward,
can you hear me?'

'Hello? Hello? Hello?'

Hello?

A missing coffin? He's sure?

How long could
someone survive like that?

Without air? Hours?
A day, maybe?

We'd have to assume
they left him air,

otherwise we're looking for a body.
This is quite some area to search.

I've got a group of volunteer
searchers coming down.

Let's talk to his business
partner again, Mark Warden.

I mean, a stag-night
pub crawl is one thing,

but you don't decide to take a
coffin on the spur of the moment.

Anything back from the
database search on him?

Nothing. Clean as. There's
no previous on any of them.

This is DS Branson's case.

I'm just helping out.

Unofficially. You've
got your own work.

Cold cases. My
clients are all long dead.

A day or two either way

isn't going to make
any difference to them.

But it could mean life or
death to Michael Neward.

Just make sure you
keep a low profile.

Drop a bollock on this,
the CC will have the pair.

Officially.

Hello?

Hello!

Hello, I'm in here!

Hello!

I'm in here.

No! No! No! No!

It was just a boys' night
out, that was all I knew.

And Mark Warden never let slip
what they had planned for Michael?

No. Not to me.

He didn't mention
a coffin? What?

Do you know Michael and Mark have
an account in the Cayman Islands?

No. A coffin? Jesus

Michael never talked to you
about an offshore tax shelter?

Tax...? What, you're
asking about money?

I thought this was
about finding Michael.

It is.

I just don't want to tie up
hundreds of police man-hours

only to find he's sunning
himself in the Caymans,

courtesy of the
British taxpayer.

Do you think I'd be going
out of my mind if I knew that?

People have been
known to lie, Miss Haynes.

Particularly when
money's involved.

You have to tell us
everything, Ashley, OK?

Even the stuff you could be
afraid might get him into trouble.

You know where to reach
us. Do you have a minute?

I'll, erm... I'll be in the car.

I know who you are now.

I thought I recognised you
from somewhere at the hospital.

You were in the papers.

This murder trial. Hossein?

It said your wife went
missing. Five years ago.

Six.

Look, I'm sorry.

How do you cope?
How do you face that?

A day at a time.
Look, I promise you,

I will do everything in my power
to find Michael and bring him home.

Mike doesn't like me smoking.
Always thinking of me. I'm sure.

You know, things go
wrong when you're young

and part of you thinks
you're not meant to be happy.

You don't deserve a normal
life like everybody else.

It's like... you did
something so bad

that that's it... forever.

Then I met Michael.

He just... got me.

What happened? Erm

with your wife?

This is not about me,
Miss Haynes. Ashley.

Please? I'd like to know.
It would... help me to know.

It was my 40th birthday.

She went out to work
and never came home.

No signs. No warning.
No note. Nothing.

Just thin air.

The hours turned into days,
weeks. A year became two.

And then one day you wake up

and you realise you've been
holding your breath for six years.

Believe me, I tried everything.

These, erm, psychics
the papers talked about.

Mediums, whatever they
are, is that who you went to?

Couldn't you talk to one
of them about Michael,

just put me in touch
with someone?

Please, I'm desperate.
I'd do anything to find him.

Robbo was going to book a
stripper-gram. That's about it.

But you didn't talk
about a coffin, no?

I think I'd have
remembered that.

Look, Mark, if
you're worried about

getting caught up in a
prank that went wrong,

it's best to tell us now, OK,

while there's still a chance
of finding Michael alive.

I don't know what
else I can tell you.

I can't put it any other way.

You and Michael have an
account in the Cayman Islands.

Guanera International
Enterprises.

Yes.

It's all legal. It's no secret.

Well, Miss Haynes didn't
know anything about it.

Equal shares? You and Michael.

No. He has the majority.

So Michael put up the money
at the start of the business?

Two-thirds of it.
Yeah. I put up the rest.

And there's no issue between
you about that imbalance?

He's my best mate. He
has been since we were kids.

And now you're
both very wealthy.

Meaning?

Meaning money can
come between brothers,

never mind friends.

Is that what you think?

I just find it hard to believe

that everybody was in on
this coffin prank, bar you,

his best man. You can
believe what you like.

But I'm telling you, that is
exactly the kind of idiot stunt

that Robbo would
pull off his own bat.

He has a sizeable life insurance,
I suppose. Who would that go to?

His mum, presumably.

But you get the
business, if he dies.

Pelicano South without
Michael is worth nothing.

He's the real...
business brains.

And you're the what?

What do you bring to
the Pelicano South table?

I'm the people person.

Always have been.

That's what I
bring to the table.

Well... an asset in property
development, I'm sure.

Thank you, we won't take
up any more of your time.

We dropped by to see you
last night. Nobody home.

No. I, erm... I went for
a spin. Clear my head.

Where did you go? Just around.

I was on autopilot.

Anyone vouch for you?
You didn't call anyone, or...?

No. My phone was here. On
charge. Thanks for your time.

Warden's definitely involved.

But none of that gets us a
foot closer to Michael Neward.

His bracelet might.

Where'd you get
that? Ashley Haynes.

And how's that gonna...? No.
Christ... The pendulum man?

Seriously? Harry
Frame? It's a resource.

Really? He didn't exactly come
through when Sandy went...

When Sandy went missing?

It's all right, you
can say the words.

And, no, you're
right, he didn't,

but that's the only
time he's come up short.

Vosper finds out you're
seeing Pratweazle,

she will hang us both.

Wait in the car.
If you're worried.

All right, Roy? Hello, Harry.

All so young to be called over.

Yeah, well, you gotta
go sometime, right?

You're a sceptic, Sergeant
Branson. It's good to be sceptical.

Too many frauds about.

"Is there a Mary in the
audience?" Please! So

you have a missing
person. Michael Neward.

We believe he's somewhere north
of Brighton. Crow borough Way.

Uckfield, maybe.
Old Mill Forest.

Uckfield?

Crow borough?

Old Mill Forest?

No, I'm not being shown
anything in this area, sorry.

Yeah, well, we're pretty
sure that he's there.

That's not what the
pendulum's telling me.

We need to look wider.

Lewes.

Brighton.

Blackrock.

Kemp Town.

Yes. Yeah, that's where
you'll find him, Kemp Town.

I don't think
that's right, Harry.

We were in Kemp Town
earlier with his business partner,

are you sure you're not
just picking up on that?

The pendulum never lies, Roy.

I don't get it, what
do you see in him?

Abigail Roth. Abigail Roth?

What, the girl that you found
in a crate at Gatwick, yeah,

that was bound for
Holland? I remember that.

Great bit of detective work.
Yeah, it was. Not mine, though.

You got to be kidding.

Listen, upstairs
don't care for anything

they can't put next
to a tick box. Wow.

So, where to now?

I thought I might head
over to Old Mill Forest,

see how the search is
getting on. There's no need.

I spoke to them earlier.
There's nothing to report.

They're on it, Roy.

You haven't eaten
all day. Come on.

Let's get something to eat.

Where? Best place in town.

'Hello?'

'This is Davey.'

Hello?

Hello?

Hello. 'I'm bored.
Do you wanna talk?'

Davey. Davey, this is Michael.

'I... I really need your help.

'Davey?

'Davey?'

Come on, you two.
Night-nights. Come on, go, go, go.

Yeah, say goodnight
to Uncle Roy.

Night, Uncle Roy.

Goodnight. Goodnight.
See you in a minute.

Teeth brushed. Ari, thank
you. That was delicious.

No, just plain home cooking.

So what's this I hear
about a date? She nice?

Hot yoga teacher. Bit racy for me.
Do you good. Bit of Downward Dog.

Take you out of yourself.

Sandy's not coming back.

Look, if this was a
case... I know. I know.

You'd be telling them
that they have to move on.

And you'd be right.

Mum! Sorry.

No, it's fine. Listen, I
better be going anyway.

Don't go without
saying goodbye. OK.

Yes. There was one survivor.

But dad told me
he died in hospital.

'Can I talk...? Can I
talk to your dad, Davey?'

He doesn't know
about this radio.

He'd be very mad at me if he
knew I'd taken it from the crash.

I think that he'd
be so proud of you.

Please, Davey, I really
need to talk to him.

I've got a headache. I
really need to get to bed now.

See you. Over and out.

No. No. Davey?

Davey?

Gill? Have you heard
something? Is there any news?

No.

'I didn't wake you, did I?'

I just keep thinking
every time the phone rings

that it's going to
be him, laughing,

explaining it's all
been some stupid joke.

Look, I think you
should cancel tomorrow.

If I cancel, it'd mean I'd
given up on him. I can't do that.

'Well, just have a
think about it, please?'

OK. Night, Gill.

We didn't crash the
van. It happened.

Call it a wedding present.

Well, then, you'd better
come here and kiss the bride!

'We believe Michael Neward
is the victim of a practical joke

'that has gone tragically wrong.

'We would ask anyone who may
have information as to his whereabouts

'to get in touch with us.'

'Due to marry this
afternoon, Michael Neward,

'a prominent local developer
with Pelicano South...'

Detective Superintendent
Grace? Kevin Spinella, the Argus.

Any update on
Michael Neward for us?

Do you think he's dead or alive?

Or are the spirits
silent on that one?

Watch the birdie?

The happiest day of your life.

I thought

perhaps he'd just turn up.

Did you see someone?
About the bracelet?

There's no news
as yet, I'm afraid.

CCTV from Warden's
flat. Anything?

Not yet.

One frame every ten seconds.

Takes a car eight seconds
to emerge from the car park

and clear the field of view.

Right, so we might
miss him altogether. Yep.

It's nearly two hours, love.

He's not coming. I know.

I know.

I keep thinking, what if he had
a row with Robbo and the boys,

they split up before
they went through with it?

It's possible, isn't
it? Yeah. Of course.

He's alive, I know he is.

You're all right. Show's over.

Grace.

'Reports coming in of a
body in Ashdown Forest.

'IC1. 20s.'

It's not him. Clothes are wrong.

There is no ID on
him. Whoever he was,

he took a savage beating
to the face and to the head.

How long's he been here?

Matter of hours,
according to the pathologist.

How was church? A
wedding without a groom,

it was like a funeral
without a body.

Mark Warden was there.

You don't like him.
I don't like liars.

Just in from Lewes.

Misper alert for a
young man, 28 years old.

Clothes we have here match
those he was last seen wearing.

Why would anyone hurt him
like that? He was harmless.

When did you last see him?
Lunch. I had a wreck to tow.

He didn't want to come with me.
Said he had important business.

Did he tell you what his
important business was?

What you need to know about
Davey is he wasn't quite right, y'know?

They call it
neuro-diverse these days.

He was going on about
some missing bloke.

Neward, is it? To be honest,
I didn't take much notice.

He'd get it into his
head that he was friends

with this or that
one off the telly.

And he said he'd been
talking to him on a walkie-talkie.

No walkie-talkie,

but we've got what
look to be directions.

Directions? Yeah.

Felt tip's bled through
from the page above.

Fircroft, that's the road.
N Crowbar? Two miles?

A telephone number? What's that?

Some sort of grid,
a cattle grid maybe?

Right, let's say Davey was somehow
in contact with Michael Neward.

Given where the body was found,

N Crowbar, that's North
Crow borough, right?

Nick just called.

CCTV from Mark Warden's flat.

This should only take a few
minutes. I know you're busy. No, no.

I, erm.

I found this on the stairs.

It wouldn't belong to
you, by any chance?

Tennis elbow. Thank you.

So, what can I...?

CCTV cameras picked up a
BMW X5 registered in your name

leaving the car park
late on Thursday.

Yes, I went for a
drive. I told you.

We've also got you
later coming into Brighton

from the direction of Lewes.

So you went for a drive in
Old Mill Forest, perhaps?

Yes, erm, we have outline
planning permission for 20 houses

on a site down there.

I'm writing up a report
on environmental factors.

Impact on the local
wildlife, nocturnal animals.

Fircroft Road outside Crow borough,
then over a double cattle grid.

Is that where you are?

Erm, possibly. I
mean, it sounds right.

Well, both those directions

and a partial mobile
number for Ashley Haynes

were discovered at the
home of a young man

found murdered
in Old Mill Forest.

Davey Marshbrook.

Seriously?

Is it difficult to find,
this land of yours?

Not if you know the turn-off.
You could show us, though. Yes?

Jesus.

Maybe Michael was never inside

the coffin in the first place.
Maybe it was someone else.

No. He was in there, all right.

I mean, you saw
Mark Warden's reaction

when we opened up that grave,
he was expecting to find a body.

You want to sweat him?
When we've lined up our ducks.

I know we didn't find anything
from the database search,

but can someone do a
deep dive on Mark Warden.

What am I looking for?
Anything out of the ordinary.

Credit rating, debts,
liquidity issues, associates.

You're thinking
money laundering?

I'm thinking anything
that smells off

and can give us leverage.

Yeah, well, at least we know
Mark Warden didn't kill Davey.

Given he was in church
with you at the time.

Yeah, but whatever EJ digs up,
it still doesn't answer the big one.

If Michael's not in the
box, then where is he?

He could be out there
right now. Watching us.

Maybe he knows about us?

That's all I can
think, that he knows.

Jesus Christ, there's
someone buzzing the flat.

What if it's him?

'Get a grip. Go
and see who it is.'

Hello? 'Package for Mr Warren.'

Just put it through
the letterbox.

'I need a signature.'
Jesus Christ.

Ash, I've got to go.
I've got a delivery.

EJ, anything back on Warden?
You said to flag anything odd.

Going through Mark's social media
looking for friends and associates

and she's not listed. She who?

Ashley. She's what?
Mid-to-late 20s?

About that. Why?

I can't find any online
history for her before last year.

No Facebook. No
Twitter. No Insta.

She's got no
internet profile at all.

Neither do I, to be
fair. You're not mid-20s.

Everyone my age
has got a past online.

She's been in Canada.

You know it's called the
World Wide Web, right?

I've gone back 25 years,
then five years either side.

There's no record
of an Ashley Haynes

being orphaned in a
bike crash in the UK.

She could've been
fostered. Adopted.

Any number of reasons why
she might have changed her name.

I'm just flagging it up, sir.

Your lucky day, mate?

I've been keeping an ear on
you and your little pal, Davey.

Not such a lucky day for him.

Trapped in a coffin

and the only person knows
you're alive is a clinical moron.

But you're safe now?

I reckon that's worth something.

Well, actually, a lot.

So, I need your
autograph, wee lad.

For starters.

Just give us a squiggle
of your best joined-up.

And no funny business, mind.

Aye, that wasn't so
hard, now, was it?

The next bit, you're
not gonna like so much.

See I'm gonna need some
of your bona-fides, Mikey.

Sorry about that.

Yeah? Hello? Who is this?

'This is Simple Simon, Mark.

'And you're going to
do exactly what I say,

'or your perfect little world
is going to turn to shit.'

'You have exactly one hour to
take the documents drawn up

'by you and Mike, giving
power of attorney to a lawyer in

'the Cayman Islands
called Julius Grobbe,

'out of the safe.

'Sign it, scan it,
e-mail it to him.

'Then, you call him

'and have him transfer £5,253,000
from your bank account there

'to the numbered account in
Panama I've already sent to him.

'I'll call you back at your
flat in exactly one hour.'

So I just got off the phone
to the real estate company

that Ashley Haynes claims
she worked for in Toronto.

They confirmed she
did work for them,

they're gonna send over
her records from HR. So

I've got Ashley Haynes on the
line. Trace already underway,

but Michael's just texted her.

Well, wherever he
is, he's back in range.

Have you tried calling him back?

Yes. And I've text him.

The line just rings and
then goes to voicemail.

Sent just over an hour
ago. I was in the shower.

I called as soon as I saw it.

Michael Neward, this is
Detective Sergeant Branson...

Can you tell anything from
the message? Where he is, or...

Not a lot, I'm afraid. In
one respect, it's good news.

Shows he's alive.

It's also bad news, because
he is clearly in trouble.

God.

'Well done, mate.'

Is that it? Are we done now?

'Go out onto your balcony
and look down at the street.'

'Come round to your
left and look down.'

I can't see you. 'You
should be able to see me.'

'Have you got
me? I can see you.'

The team found a couple
of things in your story

that didn't quite
add up. My story?

Well, we can't find any record for
the parents of an Ashley Haynes

being killed in a bike accident.

Of course you can't.

Haynes is the name
of my foster parents.

I took it when I was 12. I
was born Ashley Davies.

That's it? That's
what all this is about?

Not entirely.

One of my colleagues noticed
that you have no internet presence.

No social media footprint.

We can't find any trace
of you online. Anywhere.

Right. And so you leap to
the conclusion I'm... what?

You want to know why you
can't find me on the internet?

There was a man.

A client of the real estate
company in Canada. He started...

You understand
what a stalker is, right?

He hacked into my work
email, into my private email,

my social media accounts...

You spoke to the police, presumably.
They said they couldn't touch him.

He'd stayed just the
right side of the law.

The police couldn't help me.

The company I worked
for wouldn't help me.

In the end, all I could
do was disappear.

So I quit work without
notice, skipped out on my flat,

and paid some
gamer in a cyber cafe

$500 to remove every
trace of me online.

Branson?

The family name? I can
buy that. The stalker?

Possibly.

But the bracelet you gave
me. It wasn't Michael's.

It belonged to Mark Warden.

Really? Are you sure?

It was in the drawer on
Michael's side of the bed.

I thought it was his.
Mark recognised it.

I gave it back to him.

What're you saying?
You... think there's

something going on between
me and Mark? Is there?

He's... Mike's best friend.
How can you even...?

Is this what happened to you
when Sandy went missing?

Did the police think
you'd done something?

I trusted you.

But if that's what you think,
then you'd better take me in.

There's been a development.

Did he fall, or was he pushed?

Well, I can't see him jumping.

And with everything
else that's going on,

a fall seems unlikely.

Well, in that case, who pushed
him? Michael Neward? Maybe.

If I got out of a coffin
that my best friend

had left me to die in, I might
not be too happy about it.

Someone's been through
the drawers in here.

Turned the place over.

What the...?

"If you have the cops
check the fingerprint,"

"they'll confirm it
belongs to Michael."

"I don't suppose you really
want to go to the cops."

"I know what you did,"

"and unless you do exactly
what I tell you, so will they."

It wasn't suicide.

I think we'll be lucky to
find Michael Neward alive.

Ya canny beggar.

There's gratitude for you.

Here's something
for you to think about,

that five-million
the two of you have

salted away in
the Caymans there.

You can have it.

What's that, lassie?
I didn't quite catch it.

"I can..." what?
You can have it?

I can have it? Yeah.

All of it? Mate.
Really? I'm touched.

You see, there's
only one problem.

I already have the money.

Which sort of means that...
I don't need you any more.

Yeah.

This was in the scanner.

Some sort of legal instruction to
transfer funds to a Panama account.

Signed by Mark Warden. Yeah.

He sent a scan of
it to Julius Grobbe,

a lawyer in the Caymans.

That was the last
email. When was this?

About 20 minutes before
he went off his balcony. Bella.

Any news on a fix for
Michael's mobile signal?

Still waiting on the
provider, but, erm... What?

HR at the firm in Canada

sent across Ashley
Haynes's employment records.

They've included a
scan of her security pass.

Toronto Echo, three years ago.

Jackie Huron married
a real-estate developer

called Joe Kerwin. Five
months after the happy day.

I managed to track down
the real Ashley Haynes.

Only, she's married and goes
by Ashleigh McLaughlin now.

At the time, she was working
for Hunter Falls Group,

she was flat-sharing with
an English girl called

Jackie Huron.
Jacqueline, but, yeah.

She says while they
were flat sharing,

someone burgled the place.

Credit cards, ID,
passports. There's more.

Cheshire, five years ago,

Gail Griffin married a
wealthy property developer,

name of Richard Wonnash.

Three months after the wedding,
they're in Australia sky-diving

Richard Wonnash's
widow, Gail Griffin.

Police! Hello? Miss Haynes?

Check upstairs!

No.

We spooked her.

The questions we
put to her last night,

she must've realised it
would only be a matter of time.

I should've brought her in
there and then. You didn't know.

It's my job to know.

What, that Mark Warden was
going to take a dive off the top board?

Grace, we had other fish to fry.

Electronics receipt from a
place on Tottenham Court Road.

Frequency scanner.
Check out the date.

So her fiance disappears and
the next afternoon she goes

and buys a scanner
worth just over £1,000?

We saw her at the hospital
the day after the crash.

She couldn't be there and
in London at the same time.

And we were with her when
Mark Warden went off the balcony.

She had help.

Activity on Michael
Neward's phone last night,

signal came from
somewhere in Newhaven.

One mast covers the whole town.

What about her phone? Dead.

I've put out an all-ports and passed
her known aliases on to Interpol.

The late ferry from Newhaven
docked in Dieppe at four this morning.

It's already disembarked.

Car's loaded. One
last thing, then.

Leave it. After
what I've put up with,

a broken neck's too easy.
Let him die alone in the dark.

It's two seconds.

But since you decided to
throw Mark off the high board,

we're on a schedule.

He was a loose end. You
get Mike's finger back?

The pics you took of
Mark out in the forest?

No. You didn't. Those
are loose ends, Vic.

And now the cops are going
to be looking for two people.

We've got the money,
we've got the car.

So let's just go.

One thing I don't get, if
they wanted Michael dead,

why not leave him
in the ground to rot?

Why dig him up at all?

The money. It was
always about the money.

If the original plan
had been in play,

then Michael Neward
would have died

in a fatal accident
sometime after the wedding.

Ashley would've got his savings
and his share of the business.

Yeah, but the stag night
van wreck changed all that.

They needed a plan B. Of course.
The Cayman Islands account.

Which is why they dug him up.

They needed both signatures
to authorise the transfer.

So what about Mark Warden?
Where did he fit in to this plan?

Useful idiot? Fall guy?
Cheap thrill? I dunno.

Maybe all three.

She was using him.

Well, better inside
the tent than out.

They didn't take the ferry.

An hour ago, a black
Merc was rented in Hove

in the name of Jackie Huron,

paid for with a
Canadian credit card.

The same card was used to
book two tickets on the 1440 flight

out of Terminal
5 to the Caymans.

What happened, Roy?

She turned on the little girl lost
and melted your poor, lonely heart?

I'll find her. No.
You won't. I will.

Branson will. Not
you. You're done.

Ma'am... This was
never your case.

You were advising,
right? Unofficially.

You've got your own work.
I suggest you get back to it.

And Michael Neward?
Is none of your concern.

Ashley Haynes and her accomplice
will be picked up at the airport.

The rest will follow.
What if they don't crack?

I thought this was
about preservation of life.

What you thought,
what you think,

does not matter any
more. Keep the paper.

I'm sorry, man. This is
on me. It's not your fault.

Look, I appreciate what
you were trying to do,

but we both know I've been
on borrowed time for years.

If not today...

Why didn't they
just fly out last night?

If they suspected we were onto
them, why not hop on the first plane

and put as much blue sky
between them and us as possible?

They've got the money.

They've got access to it
from anywhere in the world.

That's what you went out
on a limb for? Yes, Ma'am...

And I'd do it again
in a heartbeat.

We should get underway.
When I've had a drink.

What's the matter
with you? A lousy 5.2?

Half a year of
our lives for that?

We should've had the lot. If
you hadn't gambled away the pot,

we wouldn't've needed
to be here in the first place.

We should've stuck to the plan.

You should've got him
out of the box, married him,

then we'd have the savings, too.

So he survives being buried alive
and drowns on his honeymoon?

No-one would've asked
questions about that at all.

We could've pushed it back.

How long? Months? Years?

I wasn't made to
play the little wife, Vic.

A girl can only have so many
headaches. Think I like it?

Sat on the bench while
you're at it... It's what we do.

It doesn't mean anything. You
always pay them back in the end.

But not this time.

Why wouldn't you
let me finish him off?

What's so special about
Mikey boy? Nothing.

Hey.

There's no need to be jealous.
It's you and me, babe. You and me.

Always has been. He's gone.
Forget him. So just cast off.

If you're going to give me
orders all the way to Barca,

you'd better be
getting your lengths in,

it's a long swim home.

That cop's here. What cop?

The one you've been playing.

Better.

You or me, babe.

Always has been.

Thank God!

Thank God. Please,
he was going to kill me.

Stay here.

Is he dead?

Who is he?

The man I told you about.

The one who was, erm,
stalking me in Canada.

Where's Michael? I don't know.

He said if I did what he told me,
Michael would be released. Stop.

All right? Just stop.

It's finished.

No more lies. We know.

Jackie Huron. Gail
Griffin. Was any of it true?

Some.

Which part? The parts you liked.

Mark's bracelet,
that was a nice touch.

You couldn't risk giving me
anything that belonged to Michael

just in case Harry
Frame came through.

Five million.

It's just sitting there,
we could start over.

How'd that work out
for your last partner?

Vic?

You've no idea.

He was going to kill you.
And me, sooner or later.

Steroids. So, what?
I should thank you?

You should. I'm offering
you a new start, Roy.

A new life.

What would you be
walking away from?

Your colleagues' contempt?
A wife that left you?

Come on...

Where is he?

Why'd she leave you? What?

You want Michael, you
tell me why she left you.

Did she have someone else?

No. No. Not from
what I could find.

But you're still looking for
her. I guess I always will be.

You think she's still alive.
I don't know. I hope so.

Wherever she is, I
hope she's happy.

Go on, that's the deal.

Erm...

OK.

Sandy left me because
I wasn't enough.

I let her down somehow.
I wasn't there enough.

I didn't... love her enough.

I just wasn't enough.

Now, where is Michael?

Gotcha.

Roy? Look, this is
not a good time, mate.

There's no sign of
Ashley, or her partner.

I've just handed her over
to uniform at Shoreham.

They're bringing her
in to Brighton. What?

Her partner's lying dead on a
yacht in the marina, The Conformite.

SOCOs on the way, uniform
is preserving the scene,

but you'd better get
some bodies over there.

Jesus. Where are you now?

Heading out to Newhaven.
The satnav in the rental

says they were heading to
Shoreham from some unnamed road

up by the Fort. I've got a set
of keys off her partner's body.

Number 81. I'm taking a look.

Vosper is not gonna
like it. Well, that's too bad.

Finding Michael Neward alive
is the only thing that matters now.

Michael?

Michael?

Michael? Michael?

This doesn't change anything.

It does for him.

Beachland Heights.

I suppose it sounds more
des-res than Newhaven.

Christ. What he's been through.

God knows how he survived.

Ashley gave him hope.

That's what he said.
"I had to stay alive."

"For her."