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Are you afraid?

Don't be silly.

They're the ones that
should be scared.

You could thrash every single
one of them if you wanted to.

Arundel House!

Bodiam House!

Come on, let go of my
hand. You'll be OK.

Pevensey House!
Pevensey. That's you.

Pocket money. Dover House!

George!

SOBBING

Did you
get hold of his doctor?

No recent consultation. No
underlying health conditions.

OK. Tell control we've
got an unexplained death

and let the coroner's
office know.

What about the painkillers? His
wife said he had a bad shoulder.

Whiplash? She didn't know.

And guess what? They found his
Mercedes at Branstone Lodge.

Fucking timing. Yeah.

Thanks, Asha.

They're, er, ready to move him.

Before they can do that, we
need a formal identification.

Why are you here?

George's death was unexpected,
and at the moment, unexplained.

So there's certain procedures
we... That's not what I'm asking.

Is there somewhere else we can
have a chat? The kitchen maybe?

It's not his house to be giving
us orders. Why are you here?

To question George about the
death of a child in a hit-and-run.

And to search the house
for anything linking him

to the vehicle involved or the
place where that vehicle was left.

On what grounds?

I understand this
might be painful,

but still, we need
to search the house.

You have no right! I'm
sorry, I don't understand.

What child?

His name was Martie.

He was six years old and the
driver who hit him didn't stop.

We'll be as quick as we can. No.

Yes. Yes. You make it sound
like you think George did it.

There's, um

something else you should know.

You had a woman staying
here with you recently.

Frances?

She was Martie's mother.

We're gonna need that
identification now, please.

That is my husband,
George Rattery.

All right?

Here...

Let's find somewhere to sit
down and have a chat, shall we?

We were involved, I
wanted to finish it.

He picked me up from this
car show I was working at.

I drank too much.

We argued.

And then I fell
asleep in the car.

I woke up when my head hit
the dashboard. I didn't see.

I knew he'd hit something.

George said it was
nothing - a pothole.

And you believed him? Mostly.

At first.

Then I read about
that little boy.

I...

Some days I'd wake up and
think he was telling the truth.

Other days...

Some days I thought,
"What if...?"

Did you know about
Frances Cairnes?

Her name's Lane. Frances Lane.

But did you know that
she was the boy's mother?

George told me last night.

I was going to come
and talk to you.

I'll get someone at the
station to take your statement.

If you'd like a solicitor
present, then...

I don't need a solicitor.

The only person that can
contradict your story is dead.

Some people might
call that convenient.

It was George.

Did he ever let you drive? No!

Sit in the driver's
seat, even just for fun?

No. Good.

Hey, tell them I want prints and DNA
as well as the statement, please.

Sir, we've got everyone's
statements about yesterday

they're all saying
the same thing.

Rattery got home mid-afternoon
and never went out again.

Before that, he was out on his
yacht with Frances Cairnes.

What happened yesterday?

You know what
happened yesterday.

I know what happened after
they pulled you out of the sea.

I'm talking about before.

I tried to kill George.

I thought you knew that. I thought
that's why you were asking.

Kill George how?

On the yacht.

I was going to let the
boom take him overboard,

and watch him drown.

If he didn't tell
you, why are you here?

What stopped you?

He worked out who I was.

He had a photo of
Martie on his phone.

He showed me.

After that, I couldn't...
I didn't get close.

That's... why you
walked into the sea.

What about today?

How do you feel today?

It's over.

Not for you, of course.

You want justice,
right? Due process.

I just wanted him dead.

What happens now?

George Rattery is dead.

Took a nap in his
office. Didn't wake up.

They found him this morning.

Oh.

Oh.

She admitted she
wanted to kill him?

Wanted to. Planned to.
Never had a chance.

Do we have his phone? Yes, sir.

See if we can get in touch
with his service provider.

We need a list of all
calls since Easter.

Priority is yesterday and the
hours after Martie's death.

What else did we
get from the house?

Vehicle papers, no car keys,
and a lot of painkillers.

Did she know where
he dumped the car?

He put her in a taxi after
the incident. We followed up.

The story checks out.

Sir, are we treating this death as
suspicious now or just unexplained?

Procedure's the same either way.
Yeah, but what are we thinking?

We're thinking we need the
results of that postmortem.

Where have you been?

The police wanted
to speak to me.

About your fight with
George? Oh, I heard you.

And I wasn't the only one. Yes.
About my fight with George.

It's your fault, what
they're saying about him.

You're the one who brought her
here. You sound just like him.

Is that a threat?

"You're talking like George
and look what happened to him"?

Are you serious?

I should never have let
you through that door,

you needy little limpet looking
for something to suck onto.

God knows how he stayed
interested as long as he did.

I get bored just looking at you.
Then close your fucking eyes.

People don't just die! Yes,
they do! They die all the time.

My mum, Frances's little boy...
That's just what happens.

Not to George. Not to George.

This didn't just happen.

Somebody did this.

One of you did this!

He, er...

He hit here,

and bounced onto the bonnet

onto the roof,

and then

onto the road.

What about the prints
and DNA we sent you?

Got her prints all over the
passenger side door, window,

vanity mirror...

What about the driver's
side? It's been cleaned.

But whoever did it forgot
to adjust the seat.

It's positioned for someone
around the six-foot mark.

Well, she could have done that.

Got something else on
the passenger side too.

Yeah? Blood, on the dashboard.

I'll get it checked,

but I'll bet you a pound to
a penny it's your girl's.

She wasn't driving. He was.

All right, thanks.

I spoke to the nurse.

She thinks they're gonna
discharge you tomorrow.

I'm gonna need you to come in and
make a statement, if that's OK.

What about the car?
It'll be gone by then.

We have testimony that
George was driving.

And the forensics back it up.

Can I see it?

The car didn't kill
him, the driver did.

The car was just a
thing. The last thing.

The last thing that touched him.

Sometimes he's very close to me.

Certain places.

Certain moments.

Certain things.

He's actually there.

It's like I live in
two worlds at once.

Mine, where he's still here.

And yours, where he's gone.

I don't suppose you get to choose
where you put yourself in that.

Which world did wanting
to kill George belong to?

I don't know.

Lena, is it?

Hi. Nicky the gardener.

Yeah.

I thought you were
supposed to be locked up.

Nah. Not-Not yet.

My solicitor got the case adjourned
for reports into my background.

So, how you doing, eh?

I heard about
George. Did you now?

Came out of nowhere, didn't it?

You must not know
whether to laugh or cry.

Oh, come on... Come on, what?

He screwed us both.
Just in different ways.

Still

a big tree falling and all that,

ought to make a bit
of a fucking noise.

Yeah.

Where's your room? I've
got somewhere better.

12 minutes after Martie Cairnes
was knocked down and killed,

a call was made from your
brother's mobile to this number.

Is that yours?

George and I spoke all the time.

Yes, but on this
particular occasion,

do you happen to
remember what he wanted?

No.

A favour, maybe.

A key... to a construction site.

I'm not answering any more
questions without a solicitor.

You knew, didn't you? I'm not
answering these questions.

You knew exactly what he'd done.

I am not answering because you are
not asking the right questions.

Ask why a man who never knew
a day's weakness in his life

would go to sleep one
night and never wake up.

Ask where he's gone.
Ask me what I do now.

Ask the questions that
matter, or don't ask at all.

A woman lost her son.

Did you just choose
not to think about it?

Every man is some woman's son.

George might as
well have been mine.

But men like George don't
count any more, do they?

They're too successful.
Too privileged.

Wrong side of history.

Gonna need you to stay on the
island and stay contactable.

Just until things settle down.

George threw my
phone in the sea.

I don't have a purse either.

OK, well, we can contact
your bank from the station.

Before the station there's
something I'd like to do. Please.

My friend Saima, from school.

That woman would
laminate anything.

Is Martie here?

No.

But I wanted to see all
this, so that's good.

Your husband used
to sail, didn't he?

Frances Lane. I looked you up.

That must have been hard.

Such a public death.

It was a circus.

"Hero yachtsman loses life
saving trans-Atlantic rival."

I was still pregnant.

The press couldn't
get enough of it.

Have you ever lost anyone?

Not that mattered... to me.

There aren't that
many people that do.

Your niece? Yeah.

And her mum - my sister,
Kate. But that's it?

That must be strange.

Living life just for yourself.

You must wonder what you're for.

Public service.

After I've given my statement, I'd
like to go and collect my things.

From the house.

We can send someone
round to do that.

No.

I'd like to go myself.

What if he's not there either?

Then at least I'll have
a change of clothes.

OK. We'll get someone
to drop you off.

Your purse, the one you said
you don't have any more,

was it in your rucksack?

I read the witness statements,

said you walked into the sea
with a rucksack on your back.

When the coastguard pulled you out,
you didn't have it on any more.

Yeah. I wanted it
to weigh me down.

But it got too
heavy, too quickly.

I panicked, so I-I let it go.

Maybe tell the bank that you
left your purse on the beach.

Fewer questions.

Marta? I've made an appointment
with the undertaker. I...

That's better.

Where's Vi?

I don't know what else
you've had in your mouth.

Yes, you do.

You mad fucking bitch!

Get out. Get out. Get
out. Get out. Get out!

Get her out of my sight and
get her out of this house.

It's not even your house!
It's her house now.

She can do what she bloody wants.
Maybe she'll throw you out...

Maybe it'll just be me and her
and you can go fuck yourself!

The two of you, here, raising
George's son? I don't think so.

He's my son too.

And you've never in your life
known how to look after him.

Leave her the fuck alone!

Oh, sisterly loyalty,
from you? God almighty.

I am not leaving George's legacy in
the hands of a hysteric and a shut.

And I will not yield you this house,
and I will not let you have Phil.

All you do is damage. I
hate you, do you know that?

No, no, no!

Just go. Just go. Just get out.
You're making things worse.

Let go of me.

SHE SHRIEKS Frances! Stop!

Stop! Wait!

Stop!

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Hello, darling, how can I help?

I need to speak to
Detective Strangeways.

Can I say what it's about?

I killed my dad.

I'll just get someone.

Mrs Violet?

You want to eat?

No.

I'm fine, thank you.

I made garlic soup.

It's good for your health.
Good for everything.

My laptop's missing.

There was a house search, they
might have picked it up then.

There's a photo on it.

I'll find out what
happened to it.

Just grab what you need,
we'll pick you up a phone

and then we'll get you
set up in a hotel, OK?

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Be with
you in a minute.

O'Brien?

Have you come to offer
your condolences?

No.

You made this
happen, didn't you?

You stirred this up.

Look at you.

You're barely even a
person, you're just a husk.

I don't know why I
didn't see it before.

I hope he haunts you for
the rest of your days.

But he won't.

The dead never come back.

They're gone. They are
so completely gone.

Violet?

Oh, God.

Look at the place!
What were you thinking?

Are you even listening to
me? Yes, I'm listening.

This isn't gonna work.

What do you mean? This. You.

Well, it's just... It's
just furniture, Joy.

Furniture!

There's a house to keep,
there's a business to run,

there's a child to raise.

You could barely cope
when George was alive.

What are you gonna do
now he's gone? Learn.

Learn how? Look at you!

I mean, you're like a child
with a box of matches.

You'd burn the house down
if you were left alone.

Well, I know what George
would say if he were here.

Same thing he said
when Phil was born.

"Step in, will you, Joy?"

"Just for a while, just while
she gets herself together."

I'll call the lawyer in the
morning. We'll sort something out.

No. No. You do not need
to do that. I'll be fine.

No, Violet. You won't.
You really, really won't.

Help me
clear up this mess.

Marta!

This is DI Strangeways. I will
be conducting the interview.

If we could all state our
name for the record, please.

Corinne West,
Deepwood Solicitors.

Keith Whelan, Social Services,
Acting Appropriate Adult.

Phillip Rattery.

As it's not usual for a DI to be
present at an interview like this,

I need to clarify for the record
that I'm here at your request, Phil,

and with the agreement of
your solicitor, Ms West,

and Mr Whelan. Is
that correct? Yes.

So, Phil

tell me about your dad.

I killed him.

Yesterday.

Well, I didn't
kill him yesterday.

I killed him the day before,
but he died yesterday.

And was that your
intention, to kill your dad?

Yes. He was being
shitty to my mum.

In what way shitty?
Telling lies.

Having sex with other people.
Having sex with her sister.

Is that even legal?

I used to think
about killing my dad.

I wouldn't have
known how though.

How did you do it? Painkillers.

I like to steal stuff.

I stole the knife because
I wanted to stab him.

But, um... after I did some
research for Frances's crime book

I thought that, um,
poison might be easier.

So I stole some of his tramadol.

OK, we can talk about that.

Before we do, tell me more
about you and Frances.

You mentioned a crime book.

Well, Frances was gonna
be my summer tutor

and I thought I could use that
time by helping her research it.

It's written from the
prospective of the murderer.

You've got to think ahead.
You've always got to have a plan.

For the purposes of the tape,

PCSO Asha James has entered
the room and handed me a note.

Er, I'd like to take a break
there. Interview paused at 18:03.

'What a waste of fucking time.'

Overdose of tramadol, though.
It's what the kid was saying.

It's what anybody who'd been
in the house would be saying.

There's tramadol in
every bloody drawer.

"Whether intentional or
accidental is impossible to infer"

"given the deceased's
blood alcohol levels"

"and reports that he routinely
exceeded the prescribed dose."

Well, they're certainly
sitting on the fence.

What makes you so sure that the
kid's not telling the truth?

What... What is Rattery's
prescribed dose?

'I put them
in a gin and tonic.'

What, all of them?

What time was this? Three
o'clock. Maybe four.

What happened then?

Nothing. Until he went into
to his office after supper.

Right.

Phil, did you kill your dad?

You know, before making a false
confession, you should have checked

how much tramadol someone can
take without just collapsing.

Did you kill your dad?

Phil?

I need you to speak up
for the tape, please.

No.

Why did you tell us you did?

So, you wouldn't believe
Aunty Joy about mum.

Phil, I don't think you need
to worry about your mum, OK?

Someone'll take you home after
we've done the paperwork, all right?

Hello?

The police just called.

Phil's at the station.

They're bringing him home now.

Well, that does
rather prove my point.

I think you'd be happier
somewhere else, Joy.

I think we'd be
happier, me and Phil,

if you didn't live
here any more.

But I... It's my house.

You will be happier.

Frances was here earlier.

I hid.

I always hide when
things are difficult.

I hid from you and George.

If I'd known about
Frances's little boy, I.

I might have hidden
from that too. But I.

I hope not.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

I
should've stopped him.

I should've stopped you.

What are you doing? Well,
I'm trying to move it.

George bought it and
I've always hated it.

I don't know what I'm
gonna do on my own.

Mummy!

It's all right, sweetheart.
It's going to be all right.

Hello. 'Er, this
is Saima Majani.'

We met at Frances
Cairnes's flat.

Yeah, hi.

'I'm sorry to be calling
so early in the morning,

'but Frances just called
me and basically...'

She's asked me to go to the flat to
check and see if Martie was there.

'She wasn't making any sense,
but she was so distressed

'and I'm really worried.'

OK, um...

What number did
she call you from?

Can you text it to this
phone? 'I didn't recognise it.

'It's not her number, but it's on
my phone, I can send it to you.'

OK. Yeah, text it to me.
OK. All right. All right.

'OK, I'll do it now.'

'Hello?' Yeah, hi. Has
Frances left her room?

Well, not while we've been here.

Has she left the room?

You didn't see her
go, did you? No.

OK. Did you check to see whether
she was there in the first place?

Well, the light's on.

'That doesn't mean anything,
it could've been on all night.'

Ah, Jesus Christ.

Frances?

Is he here?

He isn't anywhere any more.

I was just thinking about
how beautiful it'll be

out there right now

with the sun coming up.

And the wind.

If you could sail anywhere
right now, where would you go?

I can't sail at all.

If someone else was taking you.

If was taking you.

Phil talked to me yesterday.

He mentioned you two
sailing together.

It seemed to make
him very happy.

Is he all right? He told us
he'd murdered his father.

We didn't believe him.

So, come on. If you
could sail anywhere?

I don't know. You? Back.

But I'd settle for out there.

Look at it. I love
it from the sea.

That's why I kept
bringing Martie back here.

You know, half that island
runs a rust bucket car

so they can keep a
boat on the water.

That's how good it feels.

What if we'd never come? What
if we'd been a minute later?

What if I'd never
learned to sail? What if?

You can unpick a
whole life that way.

I'm sorry... that
you've lost Martie.

That you can't
feel him any more.

I think it's just he doesn't
want to be near me any more.

Because of what you'd done?

I got your bloods
from the hospital.

Couldn't see how you'd get him to
take it without taking it yourself.

That's what was in the rucksack.

That's why you wanted
to get rid of it.

I put it in the
brandy. In a hip flask.

I knew he'd take more when
he got home. He always did.

I checked the dosages online.

What did you think was
gonna happen afterwards?

I thought things
would be different.

I thought I'd feel... different.

You know, the first
time I met you.

I couldn't...

I couldn't figure out what
was keeping you on your feet.

I thought, "She's got
all the answers I need."

I wish I'd thought a bit harder.

Was it always gonna be tramadol?

Phil's gonna need help making
sense of this, you know?

They all are.

I was gonna drown him and
make it look like an accident.

But when you found
out who I was...

I'm sorry.

But I don't think that's gonna
help Phil understand anything.

That thing you said, about.

Martie not wanting
to be near you.

I don't think that's how
it works with your parents.

In fact, I know it's not.

When you thought I
had all the answers

why were you looking?

Someone got shot.

Someone important?

Not to me.

They were to someone
who could be, though.

I just, er...

I don't really know
how to do that.

That's not a skill you acquire.

That's a decision you take.

Seriously.

If you're not gonna risk
having people in your life

that you can't bear to lose

what's the point?

I'm not the one you should
be feeling sorry for.

I have had so much
love in my life.

So much love.

Swim!

Swim!

You don't have to say anything.

I've got three months off work.

Really? That's what I asked for.

Perhaps I should
have asked for six.

What would you like to do?

I don't know.

Sleep, maybe.

I seem to be tired all
the time at the moment.

That sounds like grief.

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