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So, your murderer.

Handgun or rifle?

Would a rifle be easier?

More accurate over distance.
Harder to hide in a handbag.

Either way, she'd be looking at
a police check, doctor's letter,

and maybe 12 weeks
for the licence.

So she'd have to plan ahead.

How long would it take to get good?

I mean... good enough.

If she put in the hours, I reckon
she'd get there in about six months.

Right.

Were you surprised to learn
that DS Dixon's family

are bringing a civil suit
against the police?

I knew they were thinking about it.

I didn't expect them
to go through with it.

How many times did you
and DS Dixon's sister meet?

- Twice. Once here, once in London.
- And she initiated the contact?

- Yes.
- But you followed up?

To tell her I thought
they were wasting their time.

Were you aware at any point

that Ms Dixon was recording
your conversations?

No.

And you said nothing to help
a civil suit against us?

There is nothing
that could help a civil suit.

The family don't have a case,
they're just... desperate.

How long were you
and Ms Dixon together?

Together? Hmm, er...

Ten minutes on the first occasion,
a few hours on the second.

Long time to sell her the idea, "You
have no case against the police".

Well, it's taking longer with you
and you're IN the fucking police.

Ok. Next time Ms Dixon
or anyone else in the family

tries to contact you, just be
a bit more careful, will you?

Sure.

Sir? Sir?
The lab just got back to us.

They found glass particles
in the top of Nicky Toland's shoes.

He was there
when the window shattered. Ok.

What would you like us to do?

Re-arrest him, re-interview him
and charge him.

Sounds like a plan.

- Remember, right to the back.
- Yeah, we've got it.

Yeah, and on the pavement,
not the grass.

Nicky?
Nicky.

We need to talk to you
at the station.

There's new forensic evidence.

I'm working. I'm at work.

Yeah, I know.
So let's not make this a thing, Ok?

You're such a tool, O'Brien.

You might as well have sold tickets,
you tosser.

- Oi!
- Nicky. Nicky, come on.

Get the fuck off me!
Coming for me at work,

trying to impress your new boss?
You fucking arse-lickers.

Nicky! Get off him.

- Come here!
- Ow!

Get off me! Get off!

Fucking useless...
You dropped your hat!

- Ugh, it's bleeding.
- Get in there!

Vacancy for a new gardener,
if anyone's interested.

A delegate?
At the conference? Why?

Fancied it. Fancied him.

Are you sacked?

I'm on a warning.

Self-righteous prick,
all he had to do was say no.

What?

You worried this is gonna
bugger up your research?

No. I'm worried my parking's
gonna run out,

that's all.

Do we have to go?

I mean, do we have to go now?

Why? What else do you...

Look, what else do you want to do?

I just... I don't want to go back...

..to that house.

I just...

Aren't you going
to fucking answer that?

Lena.

Lena, look at me.

I'm sorry, Ok? I'm sorry
you fucked your brother-in-law.

Ok? You clearly regret it.

But can't you see
that he's using it against you?

You drink too much, you act out,
you mess up at work.

You're so blinded by guilt
that you don't realise

that's exactly what he wants.
You, in pieces,

so messed up you can hardly think
straight, let alone stand up to him.

- How can you know that?
- Because I see him.

I see him clearly.

And I know what he is.

He makes you think you're
the worst version of yourself,

and that's what you have to fight.

I just feel like sometimes he...

I can't...

I can't hold onto myself
when I'm with him.

I don't know how to fight.

So surprise him.

Put a smile on your face.
Be nice to him. Be nice to Joy.

You be the one sucking up the
tension, not the one pumping it out.

You don't give him the satisfaction.

You don't let him decide
who you are.

Ok?

Come on.

- Let's go and get a coffee.
- Yeah.

Saima.

I tried to call you earlier.

'I saw you. You were on the pier.

'I wasn't even sure if it was you.
You know, with the... hair.'

- You're on the island?
- 'No, I'm back in London now.

I wanted to see you!
I'd have got off the ferry.

Gosh, if I'd...
if I'd only realised...

- And what were you doing here?
- 'Some of the kids...

'They've really been struggling with
what happened...

'to you, to Martie.

'So we got them to write messages.

'I went to where it happened
and I delivered them.'

Saima, I'm gonna have to go,

actually, I'm just in
the middle of something.

Yeah, but I could come back down...

Yeah. I'll call you.
I'll call you. I promise.

Saima...
it's good to hear your voice.

Franny...

Give Mummy a hug. Give me a hug.

I like what you've done
with the place.

That was your housekeeper.

Ah. The aptly-named Marta.

"Oh, Mr George,
your feet, the floor...

"Never mind, I do again."

Mosquitos.

And don't tell Violet.

She won't let us use
anything stronger than lavender oil.

What do you and Lena get up to?

Her job was cancelled.

She wasn't very happy.
I had to go pick her up.

I meant generally.

What do you two even talk about
when you're together?

Her job, mostly.

My sister finds the whole thing
very unlikely.

Well...

..that's because your sister
doesn't like Lena.

Well, to be fair,
she doesn't like anybody.

Except, well, maybe me. Sometimes.

How did you choose her?
Lena, I mean.

Why her specifically?

There must have been a reason.

Honestly?

She wasn't the first one I tried.

- Oh...
- But you can't tell her that.

We're having a drinks thing
later tonight.

- You must come.
- I didn't pack for parties.

Wear what you wore to Phil's school.

That suited you.

Poor Mum.

Don't take the oranges with you.
Put the oranges down.

- Well, go get some more.
- Come on, guys.

Come on. Chop-chop.

So he said, "Do you want
the good news or the bad news?"

Always get the bad news first,
right, Leo?

He said, "You see that £12 million
restoration project of yours?"

- "Yes." "We're shutting it down."
- Thanks.

Here you are.
"There's bats in the timbers."

So I said,
"Well, what's the good news?"

He says,
"They're Barbastelles, very rare."

I mean, you've got to love
this country, haven't you?

You can throw a family of ten out on
the street and no-one gives a shit,

but bats...

Listen, I promised my wife
I'd introduce you to her, so...

She wants to know
where you got that outfit.

If it cost more than five grand,
say you can't remember.

Violet. Er, this is my wife, Violet.
India, Leo.

- Nice to meet you.
- Pleasure.

My sister Joy and my sister-in-law
extraordinaire, Lena.

Oh, and Frances! Frances!

Er, this is our writer in residence,
Frances.

She's beavering away in the
summer house, aren't you, Frances?

Yeah.

How are you finding
the chardonnay shack?

Oh, it's the perfect place
to plan a murder.

And too far away from the house
for anyone to hear the screams.

Come on, Leo,
let's go and get a proper drink.

"Writer in residence."

Is that what they're calling it
these days?

White wine? Red wine?

No, thanks.

Excuse me.
The Crackenburys are very drunk.

- What?
- In the pool.

Excuse me. Come with me.

- Grown-up parties not your thing?
- Oh, er... No.

Dad just, he wants to do a deal
with the man with the tall wife.

It's 'cos I messed things up
with his last one.

You know, that stuff at school.

So... party with a purpose, huh?

It's Dad's way of impressing people.

You know, with the house, the pool.

Mum.

You know, Phil,
the thing about parties,

especially ones like this,

is that you just kind of need
to find something to do.

- Like what?
- Can you mix a gin and tonic?

Now, there's an idea! Three fingers
of gin, easy on the tonic.

Two fingers.

Crunch time, young man.

Are you gonna take a stand
for your fellow males,

or let yourself be pussy-whipped?

Come on! Off the fence!

Two fingers. 'Cos my mum'll be cross.

Lucky for you,
I've got really fat fingers though.

Speaking of gin... who fancies
a sun-downer on the yacht?

I do.

- Why don't you let me drive you?
- No, I'm good.

You didn't wear the dress.

So what do you think,
isn't it a beauty?

Yeah... It's pretty special.

So, um, if you're gonna be
my summer tutor,

maybe I should read your book,
the one you're writing.

There's nothing to read
at the moment. Still planning.

I was thinking, maybe
I could be, like, your researcher.

I've already started looking
at crime. I've got this list...

We should all be in the water,
swimming.

- Skinny dipping. I'm in.
- I once rescued a Chihuahua

from the bottom of a pool from
drowning. Tell them, Joy. It's true.

- Can I?
- Sorry?

Be your researcher?

Why not?

Sir, I looked at everything
you asked me to. It all checked out.

Except for someone who's down as
being visited for a stolen vehicle,

only I couldn't find a stolen
vehicle report for that address.

'What's the name?'

Rattery. George?

Mrs Geraghty?
I'm, er, Nigel Strangeways.

The new DI.

You're not a cook, are you?

Billy neither.

He'd a way of butchering an onion
you couldn't learn if you tried.

They miss him - at the station.

You can tell.

I'm just trying to learn
the island ways.

I'm told it's
all about relationships -

bedding in and all that.

The place runs on networks
right enough -

everyone connected to everyone else.
It drives you mad some days.

Still, means there's always
someone to catch you if you fall.

I thought I might
try my hand at golf.

Bill used to play, didn't he?

Freshwater.

Drop his name at the club,
they'll welcome you like family.

Would it be pushing it
if I did the same at his lodge?

Oh, you're a cheeky sod, aren't you?

Bill would have loved you.

Yes, you...
drop his name wherever you like.

You know.

I'll fetch the rest of the...
more food...

'So I go around to see her,
I don't know, introduce myself,

'curious I suppose...
I don't know what I'm looking for.

'Connections. Relationships.
Something, you know.'

I, at some point, break away
and then I see it. There it is.

There's a photograph on the side
and there he is,

stood next to Geraghty,
the man who led the investigation.

"This town runs on relationships."
Yeah, you're not joking...

The DVLA said Rattery
gets rid of his car

the week after Martie's death.
Is that a coincidence?

No, no, no, that is not a fucking
coincidence, that's something.

It's something.

Before we look at that, there's
something I need to tell you.

I'm taking a break.

A break?

For personal reasons.
A family illness.

It's all of a sudden, really.

I'm sorry. I understand
this will be difficult for you.

When? When are you stopping?

Oh, not until the end of the month.

Look, it's not what either of us
would have chosen,

but it does give us time
to consider your options.

Options?

You could also take a break and
wait until I'm able to come back.

Or you could carry on with someone
who works in the same way that I do.

I've already spoken to
couple of colleagues who...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm not starting this all over again

with someone new.
Stop trying to palm me off.

Is that how it feels?

What do you mean feels?
That is what you're doing.

You came to me for something
that, at present, I can't provide.

I'm hoping somebody else will
fill that gap. Because without...

..I'm anxious you might
paper over the cracks.

Cracks?

What cracks?

What fucking cracks?

It's an image, Nigel,
not a judgement.

- An expression of concern.
- Concern? Yeah.

You create a need,
create a dependency, and then what?

You just fuck off.

Do you know what I think?
I think you're a narcissist.

I think this is about you
trying to prove to us both

that you're indispensable.

- Well, let's talk about that, then.
- No, we're done here.

- We've still got plenty of...
- I said we're done.

'Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to Wight Link.

'Our next departure
to the Isle of Wight

'will be in exactly 20 minutes.'

Fuck.

Looking for Lena?

No, you.
I've got a proposition for you.

Oh, that sounds promising.
I've been thinking about Phil.

Well, I like to think
I'm as open minded as the next man,

but you do realise he's only 13.

Are you serious about
wanting to make changes for him?

Yes. I'm serious.

Ok.

Well, if I'm going to be his tutor,
I want to teach him something new,

something he's never tried before.

Preferably something you can't do.

- Knitting?
- Sailing.

That's a very expensive hobby
for a teacher.

But it's a cheap way to travel
when you're young.

Learn to crew, off you go.

Plus it's not like
your yacht's in daily use, right?

That's a very expensive boat.

I'm a very experienced sailor.

But I can see why you might not
take my word for it, so...

why don't I call the RYA and get
them to send my certificates over?

Or...

..I could take you out
and show you myself.

In my yacht?

I've handled bigger.

Show-off.

We could go today. This morning.

Now.

The harbour master's
a friend of mine.

I'll give him a call.

Convince him, you're away.

But not with you?

No. I'm working today.

- Get out there!
- You're kidding me.

'Asha, can I borrow you a second?
I need you to do something for me.

'Contact the ferry companies
and find out how often

'that car has been to and from
the island since Easter.'

I want to know where it was
when it was here.

And... could we
keep this between us?

Is this something
you shouldn't be doing, sir?

- You stalking an ex or something?
- What?

Well, I don't know, do I?

We're not always the good guys.

You keep asking for my help
and I don't know why.

I keep asking for your help
because I trust you.

And because you're right.

We're not always the good guys.

Is this about Martie Cairnes?

I'm about to speak to someone.
Come with me.

Sit down.

I'm already charged with criminal
damage and attempted arson,

- so what is it?
- It's not about the pub.

I just want to chat.

Can I smoke?

You'll be in court in a few hours.
Suppose you'll be looking for bail?

Silly thing to do,
assaulting your arresting officer.

That was the PCSO.

He got confused
in all the excitement.

Sure.

You could go with that. Or...

I could put in a good word for you,

ask the CPS not to go
so hard on you.

How long have you worked
for George Rattery?

A few years.

- Five maybe. Why?
- What's he drive at the moment?

How the fuck do I know?

I dunno.

I just thought it might be something
you'd noticed. Never mind.

Good luck
with the friendly fire defence.

Aston Martin DBS.

- New?
- Ish.

- What's this about?
- What about before the Aston?

Mercedes Saloon, C-Class. Silver.

What happened to it?

- I don't know, sold it, I guess.
- So it's not around any more?

Not unless he's got it
parked in his house.

What's this about?

Why are you asking me these
questions? Why ain't you asking him?

And what's she looking
so worried about?

Ah...

Gone off piste, has he?

Got you! I got you...

You know you're supposed
to register informers.

Or maybe I should tell Mr Rattery

just how interested
you are in him.

You're gonna tell Mr Rattery?

Seriously? The man who trashed
your alibi and then sacked you?

Don't be an idiot.
It was just a chat.

- Get out!
- We're done.

Get the fuck out now.
Get him out of here.

Oh, I touched a nerve!

- Do you want me to call someone?
- I'm fine. I'm fine. Asha, I'm fine.

I'm sorry. It's nothing.

Fuck. Sorry.

I need to see you.

- We don't have a session today.
- We never finished the last one.

Our next session
is the day after tomorrow.

I understand what you mean now
about cracks.

They're getting worse.

They're getting deeper
and I'm scared I'm gonna...

I'm scared.

See you inside.

I can see you,
and we can talk about this.

But not now. This isn't your time.

Kate? Kate?

Kate, can you hear me?

- It's really nice.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Hey, Phil.

I want to show you something else.
Lie down on the deck here.

Yeah. On your back.
Look up at the sail.

And don't move, Ok?

Remember, don't move!

Whoa!

Ok, lesson one.

The boat is dangerous. Ok?

Yeah.

That will have you unconscious
and overboard faster than you know.

See that behind you?
Those are moving parts.

A squall can come, a gust of wind,
suddenly we're broaching,

and one of us
is gonna end up in the water.

So, it's one hand on the boat, one
hand for you, and both eyes open,

all the time - always.

I don't like risks, not in life,
and definitely not at sea. Ok?

Right, now you have
an amazing push-button boat.

But if I'm gonna
really teach you how to sail,

we're gonna do it old school,
manually.

What does that mean?

It means...
that it's all up to us now.

Untie that.

- When did you learn to sail?
- Me? I was 16, 17?

I came down to the Isle of Wight
for Cowes Week. It was super busy.

I was desperate to sail, but
I didn't know anything about boats

so I had to beg people
to let me crew.

And then I met a boy
who also loved boats.

So that was kind of it.

You've got a head start on me,
though.

I mean, you've got your own boat.
It's pretty amazing.

Well, it's Dad's boat.

Yeah, well. You never know.

I think you'll make
a good sailor, Phil.

Well, I'd make
a good researcher too.

Because, like, I can find out

how to poison people
and stuff for your book.

Like arsenic, Botox,
atropine, cyanide.

I can do them all.

- Do you want to know the symptoms?
- Yeah.

Leo, it's a good deal.

I mean, it's great,
but it's really complicated.

You'll make it back
and then some, believe me.

Frances had quite
a hard time teaching me.

You know, you have to know about
things like physics and mechanics

and the weather and, well...

Yeah, I reckon you could learn
everything you need to know

- just from sailing.
- Fuck's sake, premium bonds, Leo?

What wasted lives we've all had
up till now.

Motherfucker!

George, it'll be cold,
I'll get Marta to...

Shame. I thought the party
came off very well.

Phil's been telling us
about his sailing trip.

Yes. It sounds like
he had an amazing time.

You should come.
After all, it's your boat.

That's right. So it is.

I mean, Frances is brilliant.
Like I was saying,

like, if she can teach me,
then she can teach you for sure.

Meaning?

She's good at explaining things
that you don't understand.

Oh! And just what is it
you think that I don't understand?

Can I come too? It sounds like fun.

Yes, and me! I'd love that.

Maybe we could all go?
Maybe tomorrow?

You could take the day off.

Vi's right.
You could do with a day off.

It was never gonna work,
small man, tall wife.

You were always gonna be
a threat to him.

- Fuck it. Why not?
- Thanks, Dad.

Hello?

I missed your call.
Did you want to tape me again?

- I wanted to explain.
- Yeah?

'The solicitor said we needed proof
mistakes had been made - testimony.'

You said you wouldn't help
and I would have left it there,

but then you came to London,
you found me. And...

- 'I'm sorry.'
- Oh, yeah?

'Cos that's not what you just said.

What you just said is it's my fault
for coming to London.

A provocation,
an irresistible impulse.

'Are you drunk?'

Was it the same irresistible
impulse that made us sleep together?

'We did, didn't we?'

I mean, I didn't imagine it,
that'd be weird.

Was it... Was it because
I look like my sister?

What? Why would you say that?
That's even fucking weirder.

'Maybe it was a way of you
getting close to her.'

I think...
that's what it was for me.

You were the last person with her.
Well, there was the two officers

that battered the door down
before we went in.

Are you gonna fuck them as well?

'Why would I want to get close
to Shannon now?'

I didn't even want to
when she was alive.

What? I'm supposed
to pretend I liked her?

What, now 'cos she's dead?

She was a decent enough copper, but
Christ, she was so fucking needy.

Always looking for approval,
wanting to be liked,

'putting her hand up to show
she was up for anything.

'Well, look where that got her.'

It's all right.
I've got you. I've got you.

- Ok, Phil, stand by to tack.
- Ready to tack!

Tacking!

Head down, Phil. Head down.

Careful.

Well done, Phil.

Well done, Phil. Go, Phil!

Good job, Phil!

Nice boat.

Is she available for private
charter, or do you just do groups?

I can do one-to-ones.

What did you have in mind?

Bit of a jaunt.

Maybe a nice, quiet
anchorage somewhere.

I'll check the weather.

George! Help Phil in, will you?
We're ready to eat.

There you go.

Well, what you lack in elegance, you
certainly make up for in stamina,

- I'll tell you that.
- Oh, well...

You been practicing?

Frances says
if I want to crew for her,

I have to be able to swim properly,
even with the life-jackets.

- 'Cos she doesn't like risks.
- Is that so? Here, go get warm.

Yeah.

- Yeah. Strangeways.
- 'Sir, are you Ok?'

Hi, Asha. Yeah, I'm fine.
What is it?

Right, I called the ferry companies
about that car.

There was a cluster of visits
a few weeks back.

I checked the traffic cameras to see
where the plates were picked up.

'I've put it all on a map for you,
do you want me to send it?

'It's pretty weird.'
Yeah, please send it through.

Are you sure you're Ok?

Asha, I'm fine.
Just send it through, yeah?

All right. Cheers. Bye.

Yes?

Morning. Erm, Nigel Strangeways,
Vectis CID.

- Well done, Phil.
- Thanks, Dad.

- Where's the lid?
- There you go.

Is everything all right?

Oh, yeah, I, erm... I've actually
left my bank card in a shop.

I just need to go get it
before they close.

Hey.

I met someone
called Mr Crowther today.

I understand you met him
a few weeks ago.

Told him you were from road safety.

I don't... understand.

I know what you're doing.

I know why you're here,
and it's got to stop.

You have to stop.

I don't want to go, Mum!

Look... we failed you.

And I am so sorry for that.

And I know you're trying to do
the job we didn't, but...

If you stay where you are,
if you stay in that man's house,

you're gonna jeopardise
any chance I have

of building a case against him.

What did you think
you were gonna do?

Find the evidence to convict him
and then hand him over to us?

- Yeah.
- And have you?

I know it was him.

I need you to get
out of that house today.

Now.

I know... I know we've given you
no reason to trust us...

..but...

..if he did it,
I will not let him walk away.

Trust me.

All right.

All right.

Ma'am. Wondered if I could
have a word.

So I started looking into it...

Wait, wait, wait.
You started looking into it when?

Two, three weeks ago.

You've been carrying out
an offline enquiry for three weeks

- without informing me?
- Ma'am, the point is

the mother of the child
who was killed...

I think she's identified the driver.

She found a witness - a lead.
And tracked him down from that.

A lead we didn't know about?

As I said, Ma'am, the original
investigation was, at best, flawed.

I think it was compromised.

The suspect was known
to DI Geraghty.

They played golf together.

You said there was some evidence
missing from the original file?

- Speed cam footage.
- Yeah.

Who signed it out?

I told him,

the boss wanted to review
the footage from the speed camera

and that's the last I saw of it.

Did you, at any point, have any
reason to suspect the investigation

- was being improperly run?
- No!

- Not at the time.
- And since?

I was sent to get a statement
from a man called George Rattery

about a stolen vehicle.
But by the time I...

got back, the boss told me not to
bother filing it. He said that...

the car had been found
and that it was a mistake.

I didn't think
anything of it until...

..DI Strangeways asked to see
footage from the speed camera.

Then I did.

Did DI Geraghty
know George Rattery?

Yeah, they were friends.

Look, if the boss did this...

then he did it without knowing
what he was getting himself into.

He put his foot down a rabbit hole
and he slipped.

I checked the weather forecast.

Perfect weather
for sailing tomorrow.

It goes off after that.

If you're still interested
in that one-to-one.

Tomorrow?

Yeah. If we leave early,
we can avoid stowaways.

How did the shop know to call you,
about your bank card?

They didn't. The bank did.

Oh.

Until tomorrow, then.

Till tomorrow.

I was wrong about her.
She doesn't want you.

Not that way.
It's not how she looks at you.

How does she look at me?

Like lunch.