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That driver threw my six-year-old son

30 feet down the road, and then he drove on.

I'm Frances. I'm George.

He wanted to stay a bit longer,

it'd be fine by me.

What are you playing at?

I just like taking risks.

How big?

I'm not even insured!

George!

Where's Vi?

She's not feeling very well, she said, "Better not waste the ticket".

Sorry, over 21s only.

You are a darling, but I actually turn next 50 birthday.

The young lady, sir.

She is uh, 21.

Have a good evening.

So the most I ever made was 30 quid,

so, I mean that man must be making an absolute killing.

We can't have them refusing to serve you drinks.

These do's are unbearable.

The only way to get through them is pissed.

How old are you?

Twenty-two next birthday.

She literally has the best of everything.

And she is never grateful for it.

It's not Vi's fault your mother wasn't there for you.

It's not just about my mum. Vi has got talent.

She has had opportunities.

If I had had what she'd had, I wouldn't be so depressed, I would be...

bloody celebrating.

You know if truth be told,

I think she is a little envious of you.

Bollocks.

Why wouldn't she be?

You're younger than she is,

wilder that she is...

freer that she is.

Free to do what?

Whatever you want.

Free to be happy.

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.

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.

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 Martie was in Poland, so Phil had to stay in school.

I don't think he minded much.

They had Easter eggs.

Joy wouldn't let him normally...

But I... 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...

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 even admit it's damaged,

he just keeps taking painkillers.

You know how men are.

Yeah.

I do understand why you are doing this...

Thanks.

And if it was my sister, I'd be doing the same.

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

There's no one who fucks 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's going to be the same.

It's the job.

You walk through a door and you never know

what's going to 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 changed your mind.

I... I thought that's, uh...

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 he'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.

Ah, yeah, quite far.

But we have got 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 are right. I...

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

Hurrah, 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? Yeah.

Please. Please have some.

It fell out of your towel.

Sorry... bit tricky to knock on cloth.

Where did you go with him?

You and George. Yesterday.

Oh.

He, uh, 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.

It's a weever fish! Darling, what's happened?

What's happ... What's happened here?

It's a weever fish!

You all right? Show me.

Oh, darling, that looks so sore. PHIL There.

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

No, no. Weever fish have anaphylactic shock 'cause

their poison is really dangerous.

You need to... you need to get it out Phil. It'll stop soon.

It's a sting, not a stab wound.

No. No. It's... 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. Stop it now, please.

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 apologizing to him.

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

that 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.

This is absurd.

Just get the glasses.

Island weather.

We are having tea back at the house.

Now then...

Dad...

I am 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 is 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 while we are away.

I, uh...

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 better get back.

What will my wife say?

That was awful.

Joy and George. They are a pair of monsters.

Your poor sister. I have 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... 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... for safety.

I can write, I can still take you

onto the mainland for your jobs.

And it might be fun.

Oh, that's the most wonderful news, thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, fun game. Can we all play?

George, Lena and Frances

are going to spend the whole summer on the island.

Marvelous. 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 are going to 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.

Oh, for God's sake, what is it you think

that she really is going to 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

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

And as for this book she says... Where's this going?

She's been here for two minutes

and you're asking her to move in.

To my house.

Look... Vi is happy about it.

I am 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, uh, you staying on the island?

Yeah, I'm, uh... I'm staying with a friend,

she is visiting her 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, uh,

my niece's birthday. She is turning five.

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

Can 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... I want to talk about Martie sometimes.

Yeah. But I can't, 'cause 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 favorite 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 enquires made at the time.

Thing is, I don't want anyone here

thinking I'm doubting Geraghty's investigation.

Sir? Sir?

Uh, some of us are going to the pub if you want to join us?

I, uh... I need to finish up here.

Uh... 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.

Good work.

Cheers. See you later.

No, no. I don't believe you.

You are lying?

All three of you? 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. Oh, my God, you really are...

I hate you. I hate you.

But you are my hero.

So your murderer...

handgun or a 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, a doctor's letter

and maybe 12 weeks for the license...

So she'd have to plan ahead.

And 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.

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.

Okay.

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.

It's new forensic evidence.

I'm working. I'm at work.

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

You're such a tool, O'Brien.

You might as well have sold tickets, you tosser.

Oi! Nicky. Nicky. Come on.

Get off me. Coming for me at work!

Trying to impress your new boss? You gutless brown nose...

Nicky. Get off him! Come here.

Ow!

Get off me!

You dropped your hat!

Get in there! I'm coming aren't I? Stop bending my arm.

Vacancy for a new gardener. If anyone's interested.

Mrs. Geraghty?

I'm, uh, Nigel Strangeways.

The new DI.

You're not a cook, are you?

Billy neither.

He'd a way of, um,

butchering an onion you couldn't learn if you tried.

They miss him... at the station.

You can tell.

I was 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, uh, pushing it if I did the same at his lodge?

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

Bill would have loved you.

You...

...drop his name wherever you like.

You know...

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

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

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

Connections. Relationships. Something, you know.

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

There is a photograph on the side.

And there he is stood next to Geraghty,

the man who led the investigation.

"This town runs on relationships," 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 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!

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 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.

Oh, let's talk about that. No, we're done here.

We still have... I said we're done!

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 going to bugger up your research?

No. I'm worried my parking's going to 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.

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

I just...

Aren't you going to answer that?

Lena.

Lena, look at me.

I'm sorry okay. I am sorry you fucked your brother-in-law.

Okay?

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 realize 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.

Okay?

Come on.

Let's go and get a coffee.

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. But I wanted to see you!

I'd have got off the ferry.

Gosh, if I'd... If I'd only realized.

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 going to have to go. Actually, I'm just in the middle of something.

But I could come back down. We could meet...

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."

Mosquito.

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 canceled. 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.

So... 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 tomorrow.

You must come.

I didn't pack for parties.

Wear what you wore to Phil's school.

That suited you.

Poor Mum.

This is Frances. She's beavering away in the summer house.

The perfect place to plan a murder.

I'm a very experienced sailor.

I could take you out and show you myself.

In my yacht?

I've handled bigger.

You know you're supposed to register informers?

Get out!

She doesn't want you.

It's not how she looks at you.

How does she look at me?

Like lunch.