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[GULLS CRY]

Wait for me on the steps, OK?

[RAPID BREATHING]

[MURMUR OF CONVERSATION]

[JOY] So what do you do, Frances?

I was a teacher, till recently.

[LENA] Frances gave it up to write a
novel. I'm helping her research it.

How can you afford it?
You don't look like money.

[GEORGE] Joy! Don't be so rude.

I apologise for my
sister, Frances.

But seriously, how
can you afford it?

I thought you were all having to
sell yourselves on street corners

just to keep the
classrooms in chalk.

Actually, I had a
bit of a windfall.

Nothing huge, but
enough to live on,

if I'm careful.

You should talk to Violet about
writing, she took poetry classes.

I wish I were a tree Your
shelter from the storm

I wish I were a harbour To
keep you safe from harm.

Did you write that, darling?
I think it's rather sweet.

Is it about me?

It's not finished.

The rhymes could certainly
do with some work.

[PHIL] Rhyming's childish.

She was using a half
rhyme, like TS Eliot.

And what is it that
you do, George?

Mr Rattery? Someone to see you.

Police.

Police? Phil, you silly
bugger, what have you done now?

Where's the loo? First on
the left, down the hall.

I shan't keep you long...

Nigel Strangeways, Vectis CID.

I just have a quick
question about Nicky Toland.

Nicky Toland? What about him?

Can you confirm he was working
here the night before last

between the hours
of midnight and 4am?

No, of course I fucking
can't, the silly cock.

George! He's a gardener.

What would he be
doing here at 4am?

I mean, God above, even by island
standards, he's a dumb fuck.

Is there anyone else, family or

staff, who could
verify his alibi?

At 4am? I sincerely
bloody hope not.

Thanks very much for your time.

Very young, isn't he?

[MURMUR OF CONVERSATION]

[APPROACHING CAR, CRASH]

[SHE GASPS]

[DISTANT CONVERSATION] OK.
Well, I agree with you.

No, he never mentioned his name.

Yeah, I would have called you
right away, obviously I would.

This is absolutely unacceptable.

It is completely
fucking unacceptable.

Yes.

Can I help you?

Erm... I... I didn't
know where everyone was.

Outside. Oh.

I do business with the boy's father.
Did business with the boy's father.

That's not what
you said yesterday.

I didn't know his
fucking name yesterday.

Stop stuffing your face and
go and put your uniform on.

[PHIL] But I'm suspended!

From school. Founder's
Day is extra-curricular.

Hey, Robbo... Move!

Yeah, I'm sorry. Yeah, not you.

Just my teenager
being a twat. Yeah.

Ah, Frances. Have a seat.

Thanks.

Were you up late working?

Sorry? Your book.

Oh, no, I just slept
in, I'm afraid.

Well, I hope we didn't disturb
you. Boys can be so loud.

Do you have children?
No. I, um...

Would you like some breakfast?
Yes, just some coffee, please.

We have an excursion planned.

Founder's Day at Philip's school.
Actually, we already have plans.

Well, they can wait.

Frances will be interested in
seeing how the other half lives,

educationally speaking.

That's so kind, but it
sounds like a family outing.

Nonsense. Never leave a house guest
alone. They might steal the silver.

Yes, you must come. You
must come, both of you.

It'll be so much
nicer if you're there.

[GEORGE] Of course they're
coming. It'll be fun.

Thanks for taking the
time to come and meet me.

It's fine, it's a
short drive from work.

So, I was at the inquest.
I was at the inquiry. I

heard everything
everyone had to say.

But the questions
they were asking.

They're not the ones
that I need answering.

Niamh, there's nothing I can tell
you, you haven't already heard.

What questions?

What kind of mood was she in?

How many coffees had she had?

What was the last thing she
said to you before you went in?

Could things have
been different?

Different how?

This is the number of a solicitor.
Oh, you've got to be fucking joking.

Look, she thinks we might
have a case against the police

as an employer for
gross negligence. No.

You tried to save her.

You had your hand over
the hole in her neck.

[PHONE RINGS] You
couldn't help her then,

but you can help her now.

Strangeways.

OK. Send me the
details. I've got to go.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

I look forward to seeing
you. Right. Excuse me.

We were assessing the cost
of his son's dented ego.

Or rather, I was.

Phil hung that man's
son, Reza Javid,

by his waistband from a
hook in the changing room.

It's the reason he's suspended.

Was it... a
retaliation? I doubt it.

I don't think there's
a hook in the world

that could hold Phil's
weight... I mean...

It's nice seeing you again.

Where's your chaperone?

Frances is parking the car.

I don't mind, you know.

Seems a good influence on you.

At least you're here.

We should make sure
we catch up later.

Don't drink too much.
You know how you get.

Phil! Phil!

I've just been chatting
with Reza Javid's dad.

He has an amusing idea how the two
of you can shake hands and make up.

Do take care.

How's your bathroom
coming along?

[WOMAN] Oh, let me tell
you, it's just fantastic...

[BOY] Come on, this
is going to be fun...

Reza's gonna smash
Rattery... Come on!

[CHEERING AND JEERING]

Come on, Phil!

[REZA] Change ends. My serve.

Come on, Phil. Keep your
head up. Head up. Head up.

[BOY] Get a life, Phil!

Don't listen to them, Phil.

Eye on the ball
now, Phil. Come on.

One point.

That was out.

Keep your eye on the ball, Phil.
You can do this. Come on, head up.

Head up.

Don't drop your head. And stop
feeling sorry for yourself.

Come on, Phil, Joy
could have got that one.

[JEERING] Phil, you have it.

Jesus Christ, Ben. Is
that really necessary?

I think he's made his point.

Well done, son! I'll
speak to you Monday.

[UNDER HIS BREATH]
Fucking prick.

Remember this feeling.

It's what you do
after that counts.

[SOBBING]

Phil, do you want a lift home?

I'm gonna get some air.

Phil...

And, um, in case it drips.

[SOBBING]

[PHIL] What are you
looking at? The yachts.

I've spent a lot
of time on boats.

We've got a yacht.

Have you? What sort?

No-one can sail it,
Dad just wanted one.

Huh.

So what was all that about?

Er...

It was, er, cos I got in
trouble. For bullying.

Dad thought we
should sort it out.

And were you?

It was just banter. People
thought it would be funny.

Cos he's little and... I'm big.

Ah.

Well, we should probably
be getting back.

Don't want your mum to worry.
Plus, I can't drive like your dad.

Although after yesterday, that's
maybe not such a bad thing.

Does he always drive that fast?

It's not his fault
that I got car sick.

I'm just not used
to the new car.

New?

Pretty new. He got
it after Easter.

What happened to the old car?
Dumped for being too slow?

Er, broke or something. Maybe Dad's
planning on mending it one day,

cos he knows loads about cars.
But this one's much better.

0-60 in less than four seconds.

Wow.

Your car's good too,
though. I mean, I wasn't...

Thank you. OK.

And thank you. For stopping.

I'm really glad we did.

Yeah. Me too.

I think it's amazing
you're writing a book.

I read a lot, and I mean
a lot, especially crime.

And, I mean, I've only
read Sherlock Holmes,

but I am definitely
going to read more.

A Study In Scarlet's my
favourite, it's all, like,

London and Baker Street,
someone has been poisoned,

which is kind of what you'd expect,
but then suddenly, you're jumping

back in time to, like, Utah with
a whole load of Mormons, it's mad.

Are they? I used to
like The Hardy Boys too,

but they're a bit childish
for me now. Me too.

Yeah, I prefer adult
books these days...

Sir. From the lab.

The glass in Nicky Toland's shoes
is a match for the pub window.

Sir, about his alibi...
Yeah, it didn't check out.

I could have covered
it, I was gonna do it.

Well, now you don't have to. Sir,
I'm not afraid of Nicky Toland.

No-one's saying you
are. But? There's a but.

Christ... What is it?

Look, I understand there's perhaps
a culture of mutuality here

that I'm not used to. But
we can't just be about

preserving relationships
and building networks.

Evidence. We got it
because we went after it.

Christ knows it's not like
we had to look very hard.

You want us to start
chasing evidence?

No, I'm not talking
about fitting people up.

I'm talking about being
on the front foot.

If all you do is sit back and
tick boxes then all you get is...

A load of ticked boxes?

Lazy, complacent, parochial policing
which isn't fit for purpose.

Maybe you should do something
about that, then. Sir.

[QUIETLY] Oh, fucking hell.

'You've confirmed a match
of some glass particles

'recovered from the
soles of some footwear.'

Yeah, I need you to check
the tops of the shoes.

We need to put our man at the scene
when the window actually broke.

Great. Thanks.

'Call-backs not followed up.
Footage from speed cameras missing.

'Exhibits sitting in
the store for days,

'and fucking everything
getting done'

the day after tomorrow.

I'm not even halfway
through the file yet.

[THERAPIST] So, you
had a panic attack,

a difficult encounter with
your dead colleague's sister.

And in response, you
came back to this case.

Again. Martie Cairnes.

I just told you I looked everywhere,
it definitely isn't here.

Right, so what you're telling me

is you don't have the original
footage from the speed cam

and the only copy
was signed out.

How is that possible?

OK, so who was it signed out to?

Maybe detailing your
predecessor's failings feels safer

than confronting the fallout
of an event over which you had,

and still feel you
have, no control.

Impotence isn't
easy to live with.

Or maybe my predecessor
was a shiftless arse

who should never have
made it off the beat.

Well. Perhaps both
things are true.

The day after Martie
Cairnes was killed,

you signed out some speed
cam footage. Where is it?

Probably in the file.
What did you want with it?

DI Geraghty wanted to
review the footage.

Did you get a signature from
him to say he'd received it?

No. No.

No, why would I?
It was the boss.

'Sometimes...' Christ Almighty!

'Not often, but sometimes,

'we stop the bad
thing from happening.

But mostly what we're there for is
to give people the answers they need

in order to be able
to live with it.

Who, when, how, why,
will they pay for it?

That's the job, and my predecessor
didn't even do half of it.

Frances Cairnes has lost her
son and he gave her nothing.

Are you scared I might
fail you in the same way?

Helping you find a way to
live with what happened,

isn't that what
you want from me?

What Shannon's family
are looking for from you?

How to keep putting one
foot in front of the other.

'Show me how you kill a dragon.'
[MARTIE] I could wait for the monster

and when the monster
comes, I could...

[LENA] Frances is telling it from
the point of view of the murderer.

JOY: Oh, how very modern.

And is the murderer also female?

Oh, dear, I think
you've lost a reader.

In real life, people die of
cancer. And traffic accidents.

[VIOLET] That's lovely fabric.
So how far have you got?

Is it ready to read?

Oh, I haven't
started writing yet.

Still... working things out.

I suppose the police are
all foreign, or northern.

It's virtually a crime to be English
these days, or speak properly.

That's hideous. You
know what I'd like?

I'd like it if Lena stayed.

Not just for my birthday on
Monday. A proper stay. A week.

[PHONE BUZZES] Maybe a month.

Yes. I think we'd all like
that. Wouldn't we? Hey.

No, I haven't opened it yet.

No, he hasn't called me back.

[LENA] 'I'm sorry about Joy.'

She's certainly a piece of work.

She bullies Vi.

She bullies everyone, really.

You know, if you wanted to stay
a bit longer, it'd be fine by me.

I don't. I'm just saying.

I can write anywhere.

And my murderer's getting more
and more like you by the day.

Really? Yeah.

You've got depths, Lena.

Layers.

Plus, I'm rubbish at
describing people when I write.

And there you are,
beautiful, interesting.

So I'm just gonna describe you.

I'm done in, I'm heading to bed.

Night. Night.

Shh.

Three months, Lena.

I didn't know what
you were doing.

I didn't know what
you were thinking...

How can you...?

By thinking about your sister.

Guilt isn't atonement
- it's self-indulgence.

You and me, Lena.

We made a big, grown-up mess and you
left me to manage it all on my own.

Shame on you.

[SMASHING]

What are you doing here?

Sorry?

Oh. Oh, my God, this
isn't yours, is it?

Shit! I'm so sorry. I...

Fuck. I'll pay for the window.
Whose did you think it was?

Oh, shit. Whose did
you think it was?

I-I-I-I don't know! Someone,
someone else's. A neighbour.

I just... I was walking for
ages and, I mean, this is...

This can't all be...
I mean, it's massive.

This can't all belong
to you. Can it?

What are you playing at?

If anyone asked, I was gonna
say I was doing research.

But

honestly? I.

I just like taking risks.

How big?

Of course, if you really liked
taking risks, I'd close my eyes.

If you really liked taking
risks, you'd let me drive.

[HE CHUCKLES]

All right.

Why do you keep
that old car anyway?

Belonged to my father.
Retirement project.

Retirement? From what?

Property.

Lucrative. What have you got
your wife for her birthday?

Why are we talking
about my wife?

Ignore it. Take the next
one. Speed cameras that way.

OK.

So what do you think
I should give my wife?

I don't know either of you well
enough to answer that question.

You watch us though.

I find you very intriguing.

Besides, I think both of you...

Both of you...?

Are you sure this is the right
way? It seems very narrow.

You'll be fine.

Wouldn't you bloody know it.

[HORN HONKING]

Where does this idiot
think he's going?

Just tuck into the left
and we'll be all right.

Go left, you fucking clown. Your
left, pull over to your left!

What's wrong with you?

Hey! [SHOUTING]
What's your problem?

[SOBBING]

Are you all right? Oh,
my God. Oh, my God.

How much is that car
worth? [HE LAUGHS]

I'm not even insured.

You did fine. You did fine.

You kept your nerve and that's
all that matters. You did fine.

Yeah.

Hey, come on, I'll drive.

I do understand why
you're doing this.

Thanks.

If it were my sister,
I'd be doing the same.

But I don't think it's gonna
give you what you're looking for.

There was no-one
who fucked up here,

nothing that could have
been done differently.

And a solicitor's going to tell
you they can try this or try that,

and why not? It's
not their money.

But at the end of it, I think
the answer is gonna be the same.

It's the job.

You walk through a door

and you never know what's gonna
be on the other side of it.

Shannon understood that.

We all do.

That's what you've got
to try and live with.

I thought you'd
changed your mind.

I thought that's, er...

I thought that's
why you were here.

No.

But they knew he'd
bought a firearm,

and there was intelligence
to suggest that he was...

Which was lodged as soon
as the officer who heard it

came in for duty.

By which time we'd...

Do you fancy a proper drink?

Yeah.

'So you've got a sister?'

Yeah. Kate.

And are you close?

Not physically. I mean,
she lives in Australia.

Oh, yeah, quite far.

'But we have our parents in
common though. Obviously.

'Yeah. He's a career criminal,
she's a religious nut.'

'Jesus. A psychologist would
have a field day with you.'

'Yeah, no, you're right.

'I, um, I'm a therapist's retirement
plan just waiting to happen.'

[FRANCES' VOICE ECHOES] 'Come
on, Martie, go. Kick. Kick.

'Keep your head up!
Kick, kick, kick!

'You're doing it. You're nearly
here. You're nearly here.

'You're nearly here. Ready...'

[SHE GASPS]

[VIOLET] What do you think
about when you're swimming?

Nothing.

I thought you might be
thinking about your story.

About what happens next.

I don't know what happens
next. I've run out of ideas.

Well, what do you
want to happen?

Someone needs to find proof of
what they think someone else did.

But I'm not sure they can.

You know, you should ask Phil
to help you if you're stuck.

He used to make up the
most wonderful stories

when he was little.

It's going to be a lovely birthday
having him home - and Lena.

Of course! I'm sorry.
Happy birthday.

Thank you.

I know I shouldn't be happy about
Phil being suspended, but...

I didn't get to see him
much last school holiday.

I was in hospital. Stress.

That must have been very
hard for all of you.

George was working the whole
time and Marta was in Poland,

so Phil had to stay in school.

I don't think he minded
much. But, well, I minded.

So George and Joy were home alone?
It's a big house for two people.

I don't think Joy was here
much. She has procedures.

We don't talk about... Shloop!

You do. You do get
used to things.

Forget how lucky you are.

You can get used to
being unlucky too.

We hardly even use the pool.

I keep saying it would be
good for George's shoulder.

Why, what's wrong with it? I
don't know. He fell or something.

He won't admit it's damaged,
just keeps taking painkillers.

You know how men are.

Yeah.

[THEY SING IN NORWEGIAN]

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Our mother was Norwegian.

You'd wake up on your birthday and
you'd hear her coming up the stairs,

singing, always with a cake.

Gonna blow it out? Er, yeah.

Please. Please have some.

It fell out of your towel.

Sorry, bit tricky
to knock on cloth.

Where'd you go with him?

You and George. Yesterday.

He, er... He took me for a
drive in his very fast car.

Don't worry, I'm too old for him.
He just wanted a new audience.

Don't laugh at him.

He likes winning.

Didn't know you were Norwegian.
That'll be useful for the book.

Vi and her bloody
birthday songs.

I never did know the words.

By the time it was just me and
mum, she'd stopped singing.

And the flat we lived in

had no stairs for her to come
up carrying a cake, so...

Those are Vi's
memories, not mine.

[PHIL] It's a weever fish!
[VIOLET] Darling, what's happened?

What's happened?

It's a weever fish!
You all right? Show me.

Darling, that looks so sore.

That's not a weever fish,
that's a jelly fish.

No. No. Weever fish
have anaphylactic shock

cos their poison is really
dangerous. You need to get it out.

Phil, it'll stop soon. It's
a sting, not a stab wound.

No. No. No, you look
into... I'll tell you what.

I'll tell you what gets
rid of it, pee on it.

You pee on jelly fish stings.

I'll do it for you if you want.

I hate you.

You're a...

If you don't want me to do
it, ask one of the girls.

You might enjoy it. Stop
it, George. Stop it.

Phil?

A crab. It was dead already.

They're about to
open the Champagne.

I think your mum
would like you there.

I'm not apologising to him.

And I meant to say,
Phil, that day at school,

the tennis match,

you were really brave. Most
people would have run away.

There wasn't anywhere to go.

It's your mum's birthday, Phil.

Be the bigger man.

[JOY] This is absurd.
Just get the glasses.

Island weather. We're having tea
back at the house. Now, then...

[PHIL] Dad.

I'm sorry. About before.

I didn't mean it. It just hurt.

You've got a secret.

You scared the life out of me.

I wish I knew what it was.

What are you talking about?

Phil.

I can't seem to do a thing
right with him, but you...

I'm a teacher. It's just
experience, I guess.

So, in your professional
experience, what do you suggest?

You think I don't care
what happens to him?

He's still my son.

He's got no friends,
no academic ability,

and as far as I can see,

no sporting or creative
talent to make up for it.

And he's... Well,
he's chubby, isn't he?

Oh, come on.

He could wear his mother's bras.

Probably does when we're away.

I, er...

I never took to him.

That's probably part of
the problem, isn't it?

He was gated last term for
copying another student's exam.

I told him, next time
don't get caught.

A little too unprincipled
for you? Maybe a bit.

Well, you're a teacher.

You have to pretend to believe
in fair play, don't you?

In the real world, if you're smart
enough to get away with something,

well

you probably deserve to.

What is he doing now?

I'd better get back.

What would my wife say?

Frances, I have your bag.

Thanks.

That was awful. I
can't wait to get home.

Yeah, I agree. Joy and George.
They're a pair of monsters.

Your poor sister.

I've never seen a woman
so in need of a friend.

I mean, obviously, I'd
stay if I could. But

that house... I... Yeah,
I know. I can see that.

But, Lena...

What if we could get
a place together?

Just you and me for the summer?

I mean, I've got no ties - I just
need to be near you for the book.

We could get a place that
is close enough to the house

that you could see your
sister whenever you want,

and yet far enough away for

well, for safety.

I can write, I can still take you
onto the mainland for your jobs.

And it might be fun.

That's the most wonderful
news, thank you! Thank you.

Thank you!

Fun game. Can we all play?

George!

Lena and Frances are going to spend
the whole summer on the island.

Marvellous. Where
did this spring from?

Everything suddenly fell into
place for my story today.

And, um, I just thought, you know,
this is such a beautiful place,

why not rent somewhere and, um,
spend the summer writing it here?

Why can that woman not clean without
knocking everything out of kilter?

What?

Frances and Lena are gonna rent
a flat here for the summer.

Really? Can you afford it?

She's got a point. Summer
rents are bloody scandalous.

I should know, I set most of
them. It's a waste of money.

Stay in your old room here.
You're forgetting Frances.

She can't be expected to write her
great work in the spare bedroom.

She could have the summerhouse.

Now, that is an idea.

No, I'm sorry. I can't... I
couldn't be indebted to you.

Nonsense... You can earn your
keep knocking Phil into shape.

We'll call you his summer
tutor. It's perfect all round!

Unless there's a particular reason
you don't want to move back in here?

You'll love the summer house.
Perfect place to write a book.

Peace, seclusion...
and, well, proximity.

Lena. Here for the whole summer.

Is that wise? You're the
one who suggested it.

And Frances? We don't know
the first thing about her.

We know she's a teacher. We
know she says she's a teacher.

For God's sake, what is it
you think, that she's really

gonna run off with the silver?

What educated woman would
choose to spend time

with a vacuous
sex toy like Lena?

Educated. So now she is a
teacher? But not a lesbian.

And no children? Pity.

I'd like to know what
she did with them

because she's certainly had
a caesarean, I saw the scar.

As for this book she's
writing... Where's this going?

She's been here for two minutes
and you're asking her to move in!

To my house.

Look, Vi's happy about
it. I'm happy about it.

Phil is happy about it.

Well, of course he is, he's
as cunt-struck as you are.

Wow. The things that
come out of your mouth.

If you don't like
it, take a holiday.

Treat yourself to
another procedure.

I'll pay for it.

Ms Cairnes.

How are you?

You, er... You
staying on the island?

Yeah, I'm staying with, erm, with
a friend, she's visiting family.

I'm just collecting some
things from the mainland.

They're new friends, new people.
They don't know... about Martie.

It's easier.

Have you got children?

Oh, no. It's, er,
my niece's birthday.

She's turning five.

I wasn't sure what five-year-olds
play with these days.

May I see? Yeah. Sure.

She's in Australia, so
it can't weigh much.

I did think about asking my
sister to get me something,

but I thought it
was a bit shabby.

I want to talk about
Martie sometimes.

But I can't, cos no-one knows.

That's my choice, but, um...

It's all right to
talk like this.

It's nice.

What's your niece's favourite
joke? I have no idea.

Oh, you have to ask
her. Five, loves jokes.

Especially ones about
the toilet. Yeah...

Oh!

Aren't you off today, sir?

Bunch of admin I
need to sort out.

Actually, Asha. Are you busy?

No.

Frances Cairnes had some questions
that I wasn't able to answer.

I've been through the file,
but what I really need

are the records of all the
enquiries made at the time.

Thing is, I don't
want anyone here

thinking I'm doubting
Geraghty's investigation.

[GEORGE, DISTANT] No, no. I
don't believe you. You're lying.

All three of you?! Fucking
outrageous. She didn't mind at all?

How the hell did you
get away with it?

Well, I've seen you
naked, that can't be it.

[HE LAUGHS]

Oh, my God. You're my
hero, you really are.

I hate you, I hate you,
but you are my hero...

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