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Get off my bus. Now!

Or I'll report you.

Pathetic, both of you.

Lyle!

Gotta go, it's work. It can't wait.

Morning, Ma'am.

Malcolm's in a foul mood.

Oh, nothing new there, then.

The victim's male,
looks to be in his 40s.

A lighthouse technician.

Amy Watson saw him on the boat
and called it in.

I've left a message
with Missing Persons.

- Morning, Jac.
- Morning, Ma'am.

Have we got a name for our sailor yet?

No ID was found on the victim
or the boat,

but there was a registration number
on its radio.

I'll run it through
the UK Ship Register.

Great. How about the coastguard?
Any distress signals?

No, nothing.

That boat could've come in
from anywhere.

Right, come on.

Let's check the tides,
see if we can narrow it down. Ma'am.

Ah. And another police officer
tramples all over the crime scene.

I'd just prefer it if people
didn't stomp all over the evidence.

I'm funny like that

I've never known you to be funny,
Malcolm.

So, what can you tell us?

You know the score, DCI Stanhope.

I'll know an awful lot more
once I get him back to the lab.

What time of death?

It doesn't look like
he died this morning.

Rigor mortis is absent,
so the best I can offer you

is some time
in the last two or three days.

So Friday or Saturday.

Any clue as to how he died?

At the risk of repeating myself,
DCI Stanhope...

Yeah, well, something happened here.

Yes, the injury on his cheekbone was
sustained shortly before he died.

There is minor swelling,

but not the colour change I'd expect
from an older bruise.

Move.

There's a nastier head injury back here.

Assaulted?

Too early to tell. He could've
injured himself on the boat.

Ah, come on, Malcolm,
give us something to go on.

Right, well...

See this lividity pattern
on the side of his face?

This tells me that he was
lying on something very specific

for several hours after he died,

and that pattern doesn't match
anything in the vicinity.

Are you saying he's been moved?

Or whatever it was was washed overboard.

Right, thanks, Malcolm.

As quick as you can on this one

cos if he has been dead
a couple of days,

could be someone at home
needs to know about it.

Don't forget to trample
on more evidence on the way out!

- Ma'am?
- Oh, tell me you've got a name.

Frank Channing.
Missing Persons got back to us.

- He lived in Tritlington.
- Oh, so he's local.

Yeah, I checked
the electoral register as well

and got his next of kin.

Great work, Jac. Now,
when you get back to the station,

make a start on the timeline.

I want to know where he was last week,

what he was doing, and who he met.

Ma'am.

So, who is the next of kin?

Looks like his wife, Julia Channing.

I hate this bit.

Right. Wish me luck.

Dad!

I'm very sorry, Mrs Channing.

What am I gonna tell Lyle?

Er... our, our son.

Just turned 18.

They were tight...

More mates than father and son.

Well, at least they used to be.

I can tell him what's happened,
if you want.

Mrs Channing,
when did you last see your husband?

She's already said this
to Missing Persons.

Don't you lot speak to each other?

The Friday.

He came back for lunch
just before one, and...

and then he left almost straightaway.

Said it couldn't wait.

So what was the emergency?

I don't know. He, he didn't say...

What was his job?

Principal licensing officer,
Northumberland And City Council.

Why didn't you report him missing
on Friday? Why wait until Sunday?

He messaged me Friday.

Said he was going sailing.

He said he'd be back Sunday.

Sunday.

And where would he have launched from?

It varied on the tide.

And then he'd just moor up
wherever the fancy took him.

OK, love.

Erm, now, can you let me have your
husband's car registration number?

What's that got to do with anything?

Well, presumably, it'll be parked
wherever he set sail, love.

Oh, yes, right. Sorry.

Thanks, love.

Was it usual for your husband
to go sailing all weekend?

Aye. Weekend, night sailing.

He, he just liked the solitude
of being out on his boat.

And he'd normally be back by Sunday?

He'd arranged to meet Lyle.

Him and Frank are doing up a...
an old boat.

Working on it together
at Hauxley Sailing Club.

And is that where
your husband kept his own boat?

Aye. He was a member.

It was practically his second home.

Oh...

It's all right.

Well, that's it for now, love.

Thanks for your time, Mrs Channing.

Mr Allen.

If you told your missus on a Friday
you'd be back Sunday,

she'd want to know chapter and verse
about what you were doing,

where you were, wouldn't she?

She'd be ringing you up to complain.

'So, what's the next step, Ma'am?'

'Now, Frank was a licensing officer,

'with the Northumberland City Council.'

Some sort of emergency there
on Friday, so meet me there.

'Let's see what they can tell us.'

We've only just heard about Frank.
Couldn't this have waited?

Er, no, pet, it can't.

How long had Frank been at the council?

Since university,
but in licensing... five years?

He was practically
part of the furniture.

We know on Friday afternoon,

he was dealing
with an urgent work matter...

Oh, no, no, no. That's incorrect.

Frank wasn't at work. He'd taken
the afternoon off to go sailing.

Well, is it possible
he'd changed his mind

and decided to work instead?

Frank was dedicated to the council
and its values,

but he had a good work-life balance.

Where's his office?

His desk is, er... It's over there.

I'll check it out...

Oh, no. I'd prefer it if
we went through the proper channels.

I need to inform our legal
department, chief exec's office...

We're not looking for state secrets,
love.

We're just trying to ascertain
what sort of person Frank was.

He was popular with everyone.

So, no problems
with disgruntled licensees,

or friction with councillors?

No, nothing like that.

Did he ever talk about his home life?

Frank was professional.

He kept
his private life out of the office.

D'you have permission to do that?

Detective Sergeant Aiden Healey,
Northumberland and City Police.

- Oh.
- Did you work with Frank?

Ever since I left college.

I'm Leonie. Becker.

How did he die?

- Bosses didn't tell us much.
- It's too early to say.

But we believe that he may have been
handling some kind of emergency

on Friday?

Anything major's flagged up
on the staff intranet.

It doesn't look like anything came in.

We don't have major emergencies as such.

You might get a nasty phone call
if someone's lost their licence,

but that's it.

OK.

Day to day, what did his job entail?

The usual management responsibilities.

Staff appraisals, inspection regimes.

I can send you a copy
of his job description.

That'd be helpful, thanks.

Right, well, if that's everything...

I'm surprised he wasn't
running his own department,

having worked so many years
at the council.

We both went for this job,
head of licensing.

Oh, but you got it?

They liked the work I'd done
in procurement.

They wanted a fresh face, fresh ideas.

Being overlooked, though,

that must've been a bitter pill
to swallow.

Well, if it was, he never showed it.

Now, I'm gonna need access
to Frank's computer

and any other devices he might've used.

Well, I'll have to refer up.
We handle sensitive data here.

Oh, well, while you're doing that,

I'll refer up to the magistrate,
come back with a warrant.

Maybe get access to everyone's computer?

I'll see what I can do.

Anything useful in that diary?

Cos talking to her was like wading
through red tape and treacle.

Endless meetings.

He had one on the Friday morning,
but nothing in the afternoon.

Oh, cos he knew he'd be away.

You know, maybe Frank
was seeing someone on the quiet.

Aye, that's what I'm thinking.

It's just that his colleague said
there was no emergency on Friday.

They all seem to think
he was off on his boat.

So let's get over to that sailing club

and find out if anyone saw him,
and if he was alone.

Frank was one of the good ones.
The family must be in bits.

Mm. That's a bit of an understatement.

Yeah. Pulled that footage you asked for.

So, he arrives at 14:40...

And he left at...

..16:30.

So, do members need some
sort of code to access their boats?

- Key fob.
- How much does the CCTV cover?

Everything around the main gate here.

It's not bad,
considering we're a small club.

Well, I'll need to see all
the footage covering the last month.

Aye, no problem.

Can anyone get near the boats
without a fob?

Not by car, but you could walk in, yeah.

Can you show me
where Frank kept his boat?

Yeah.

It was just here.

And you don't have a camera
covering this area?

No.

But sailors are a close-knit community.

They'd have gone to help Frank
if he was in trouble.

Yeah, only if they could
actually see what was happening.

How long does it take to hitch a boat?

Varies. Experienced sailors,
around 30 to 35 minutes.

Well, Frank was here
knocking on two hours.

So, he hitches his boat to his car
and drives off at 4:30.

Other than Amble and Alnwick,

where else could he have set sail from?

Anywhere with a proper launch ramp,

or that's shallow enough to drive in.

Aye. And the tide wasn't right
to launch from here?

Not on Friday, not at that time.

Well, he wouldn't have sailed far.

He had plans for Sunday afternoon.

He was doing up an old boat here
with his son, Lyle.

Mm.

- Is that it?
- Yeah.

No-one saw him coming or leaving Friday.

And is the son a regular face
down here at the club?

He is...

But what, love?

Nothing.

No, come on.
You were gonna say something.

He's a teenage lad.
Do I need to say any more?

Aye, you do, pet.

I dunno.

He's gone into himself lately.

You look at him in the wrong way,
and you'll get a mouthful.

Ma'am? They've found Frank's car.

We have to stop meeting like this,
DCI Stanhope.

Yeah, say that again.

Right, well, we found
droplets of blood in the car.

- Samples are on the way to the lab.
- Right.

Is there any evidence to suggest
he was assaulted at this site?

None whatsoever.
We found no blood on the ground,

and there's no trace evidence
of an assault.

One more thing,
come and have a look at the boot.

Recognise that?

You've got to be kidding me.

That's the same pattern
Frank had on the side of his face.

Correct.

So he was killed and then dumped
in the boot of his car.

Which means
we still don't have a crime scene.

And that could be anywhere.

Now we've seen footage of his car,
leaving the sailing club,

but we've got no idea who's driving it.

Could be Frank or his killer.

Or anyone in between, come to that.

Did SOCOs find anything at
the sailing club?

They're going down there this morning.

They've not been yet?!
What are they waiting for?!

They've got major staffing issues,
but the site's been cordoned off.

Jac, where are we on the timeline?

Frank might've had
an early morning inspection, Ma'am.

His car pinged the ANPR,

then we see him arrive
in Menton Road at 7:33AM.

His boss gave us a copy
of his job description.

He didn't do inspections any more,

so he must've been there
for some other reason.

He returns to his car at 9:15AM.

Mark and I questioned shop owners,
no-one saw him.

Er, yeah. We also checked out
a nearby bus station.

Now footage shows someone who
could be Frank waiting for a bus.

This time, wearing a cap.

Yeah, that's him.

But where's that bag?
Didn't find that in his car,

hasn't been found anywhere else.

Maybe that's what the killer was after.

Ma'am, Frank bought a laptop
a month ago.

Did he? We need to find them both.

But why would he be at the bus station

- when he's got his own motor?
- Picking somebody up?

On his own when he returned to his car.

Let's get the internal CCTV
from all the buses.

From say 7:30 to 9:15.

That's gonna take some time
to get through.

Yeah. Well, they better get started,
then!

On it, Ma'am.

Now, by all accounts,
Frank was a popular fella.

Someone killed him,
dumped him in his boot.

Let's look at Friday.
He lies to his missus

about some emergency at work.

Then tells her he's gonna be off,
for the weekend.

Now what does that sound like?

Problems at home.

So let's take a look at
the Channings' marriage.

And run a check on the son
and Glynn Allen, the lad's grandad.

Now, Kenny, phone records?

Er, well, the "urgent text" that,
er, Frank received at 13:17

was from an unregistered device
in Acklington.

But Frank's own phone pings off
the same tower

about 20 minutes later.

So looks like he's driven
straight there.

And we know he's at the sailing club
by 14:40,

so he dealt with that emergency
pretty quickly.

Well, and at 15:15, he
calls a "Callum Terry".

But the call only lasted about
20 seconds, so...

could've been a butt dial.

- Could've been a what?
- A butt dial.

When you sit on your phone,
and accidentally call someone.

Oh...

Do that a lot, do you, Kenny,
talk out your backside?

I learnt from the best, Ma'am.

Well, we need to track down
this Callum Terry.

Top priority, the CCTV from
the, er, bus company.

So, Mr Channing suffered a head injury.

I already know that.

Is it from an assault or what? Accident?

Well, it could've been either.

- Is that what killed him?
- No, it isn't.

He would've suffered a mild concussion.

Been back on his feet
within a couple of days.

So, what?

Er, cause of death
was blunt force trauma to the ribs.

Caused by?

Well, it's the kind of injury
you see a lot in car crashes,

or people falling
from significant heights,

out of windows, for example.

Obviously we can rule
both those things out.

- I'm not ruling anything out.
- Good for you.

So you think he was hit
with something...

or kicked?

Well, I'd be minded to opt for the kick,

judging by the shape of the bruising.

You see here.

Now, the blunt force trauma
would've caused

- a hemopneumothorax.
- Hm?

No? Oh, disappointing, DCI Stanhope.

His lungs collapsed and he
would've died shortly afterwards.

And those injuries to his wrists
and fingers...

They're historic injuries.

What, sailing-related?

Er, hard to tell without more context.

Right. Thanks, Malcolm.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

Here you are.

Animal, vegetable or mineral?

It's a bacon bap. My treat.

I know it's not much
of a leaving present, but...

Oh, news travels fast.

So when where you thinking
of telling us?

Erm...

Or were you just gonna disappear?

No. Well, I've been invited to join
a wonderful institute in Copenhagen,

who are doing the most remarkable
work in the field of paleology,

which is the study of grains
and pollens in forensics...

Well, I've gotta crack on, love.
You know how it is.

- But, Malcolm...
- Yeah.

Good luck, love.

Well, it's been fun.

Sort of.

What?

SOCOs have found blood on Lyle's boat.

If that is our victim's blood...

..not looking good for his son, is it?

- D'you want me to bring him in?
- Aye.

And bag this fleece up.

- Look, just let me past!
- DS Healy.

What do you mean I can't go through?
It's my boat!

Look, move out the way!

What are the chance of that being
Frank's son?

Hey, calm yourself down.

DCI Stanhope, I'm in charge here.

I'm very sorry about your dad, love,

but you DO NOT shout at my officers.

- I just wanna work on me boat.
- Well, you can't!

That's me dad's fleece.

Yeah, well,
thanks for confirming that, pet.

Now, I need you to go with my officer.

- You think I killed my own dad?
- This way, please.

Now, do you want your mam
or a duty solicitor to be with you?

It's your right.

Ask your questions
so I can get out of 'ere.

Oi, show some respect.

Tell me what you can remember
about Friday.

- What, all day?
- No, lunchtime onwards.

I went to college. Came home for lunch,

- didn't have money for canteen.
- Did you see your dad?

Aye.

- Did you talk to him?
- Not really.

Him and my mum were sitting
holding hands

- like they were on a date.
- And why did that bother you?

Well, they're a bit too old
for all that, aren't they?

I hear you and your dad
weren't as close as you used to be.

We had different ideas about things.

Like?

He let people walk all over him.
That's not being a man.

Anyone in particular?

Take your pick.

So where'd you go
after you had lunch at home?

- Answer me, love!
- I went back to college.

Well, that'll be easy enough
to check out, Ma'am.

It's not enough he's lost his dad,

now you're treating him like a suspect.

I'm sorry, love, but until
I find out who killed your husband,

I'm ruling nobody out.

Now then, we're working on a theory
that Frank was assaulted

- at the sailing club.
- Lyle couldn't have done it,

there or anywhere else.

And the next time you want to talk
to my son,

you come through me first.

Ah. I need to ask you about
Frank's laptop.

- What laptop?
- The one he bought recently.

Well, if you don't know about it...

..I'm afraid we're gonna have to
formally search your home.

Do it now, if you want.
We've nothing to hide.

Anything else?

Aye, we found Frank's car
and trailer at the side

of the River Kern.
Has he launched from there before?

Dunno. You're the detective.

Right, are we done 'ere?
I'm going round Jayden's.

- I'm taking you home, son.
- See you later.

Do you fancy a brew?

There you go. Thanks, love.

- Sorry for before.
- Nah.

Lyle's a good kid.

It's only recently he's become...
difficult.

Lyle accused his dad of being weak.

Says that's why they drifted apart.

- Does that ring true?
- Frank wasn't weak.

But he was diplomatic.

Lyle sees the world in black and white.

Has anything...

significant happened in the family
over the past few weeks?

I don't know what you mean.

Are there any particular issues
at home I should know about?

And I thought you were being genuine.

I was. I am, cos I want to find
your husband's killer.

And that means uncomfortable questions.

We were just
a bog-standard married couple.

So did your husband often spend
weekends away from the house?

I've got a funeral to plan,
so you'll have to excuse me.

Does the name Callum Terry
mean anything to you?

Your husband called him on Friday.

It's his best mate.
They talked all the time.

Frank and I were married 20 years.

We'd learned to give each other space.

And we trusted each other.

That's what real love is.

None of this feels real.

We couldn't believe it
when Julia phoned.

No.

I believe you're both friends
of the family.

Yeah. In fact, we're Lyle's godparents.

Cal and Frank were friends
all the way back from uni.

Mr Terry, Frank's phone records
show us that he called you

- at 3:15 on Friday.
- Aye.

Confirming a night out.

I-I was at work,
so I couldn't stay on long.

- Where d'you work?
- In the hospital.

We both do. I'm a nurse manager, A&E.

Surgeon. Orthopaedics.

Friday was the last time
me and Frank spoke.

- And how did he seem?
- Erm...

same as usual.
Said he was going sailing.

Over the last couple of weeks,
did he mention any problems at work

or at home?

Er, he-he never said anything to me.

He mainly talked about, erm...
sailing... Lyle.

Lying's not gonna help anyone.

- We're not lying...
- He'd moved out.

- Oonagh!
- What?

They're gonna find out anyway,
aren't they? And like she said,

how is any of this helping Frank?

- It was a couple of weeks ago.
- Why did he move out?

Things had become stale between him
and Julia.

Lyle says they were holding hands
on Friday,

so maybe things were on the mend?

I got the opposite impression.

Where'd he go?

We just assumed that he'd booked
into a hotel or a B&B.

He didn't tell his best mate
where he was going?

That was Frank all over.

He was a great bloke, but he kept
his private life... private.

Right. Come on. Where are we up to?

Jason's sent through the footage
from the sailing club,

but, er, some of it's missing.

- Missing?
- Yeah, it's odd.

Well, get a warrant for the hard drive.

I wanna see that footage
by the end of the day.

And we need to get hold
of the deceased's medical records.

Malcolm's flagged up some
unexplained historic injuries.

Ma'am, Frank was renting a lock-up
for years from Brigant Security.

Maybe the laptop's up there.

In a lock-up?

Now that's a long shot,

- but check it out, Mark.
- Ma'am.

- Kenny, what've you got?
- Well, over the last month,

Frank talked to an "Alison Ayad"
14 times.

Well, they don't sound like butt dials.

Far from it.
These are long conversations.

And she's from Acklington.

Not a million miles
from where he was on Friday.

When I talked to
her social housing provider,

they told me that she shares
the tenancy with her husband,

Nitesh Ayad.

He was the bus driver involved in
that crash about three years back.

Care worker was killed, had four bairns.

Kylie Summerley.

Well, Nitesh Ayad got six years for it,

but he was released two weeks ago
on licence.

And who do you think was the witness
for the prosecution?

- Frank Channing?!
- Yeah.

So, Frank's evidence helped
put that driver in jail.

Three years later,
old Franky boy's having long,

cosy chats with the driver's missus.

And now he's dead.

Maybe Frank's the reason she stayed put.

I mean,
she must've come in for some stick

after her husband was banged up.

She probably
didn't want to uproot the kids.

DCI Stanhope, DS Healey.

Tesh! It's the police!

Thank you so much for coming.

D'you wanna take my statement here,
or down at the station?

- We're here about Frank Channing.
- We know.

I was beginning to think
he was all mouth...

but he's come good.

I think we're at crossed purposes, love.

We're investigating Mr Channing's death.

That's it. It's over!

He's dead.

I'm sorry,
why did you think we were here?

- It doesn't matter now.
- Well, let me decide that.

Last few years can't have been easy
for you, love.

- After the crash...
- That wasn't my fault...

You fell asleep at the wheel, Mr Ayad.

So would anyone,
if they'd been working my hours!

I just wanted to be vindicated.

That's why Mr Channing was helping us.

To prove that Through-Bus are still
putting people's lives at risk.

- They're totally bent.
- In what way?

Making drivers work illegal hours.

They covered it up then,
they're covering it up now.

- Have you got proof of that?
- No.

Because after the crash
they stopped. Went by the book.

But now they've started up again.

How d'you know that?

"Carmen".

Another driver
that used to work with Tesh.

She came to see me,

she was upset
because she'd had a near miss.

So what made you reach out to Frank,
of all people?

I felt he should help put things right.

He was at the trial,
standing up for the council.

Saying they didn't put a foot wrong
and it was all Tesh's fault.

It wasn't true.

D'you have this Carmen's details?

She'd been working with Frank,
gathering evidence.

She's got cold feet now, but...

..you never know...

- she might still help.
- Thanks, love.

Now, did either of you see Frank
on Friday?

Maybe in the afternoon?

No, we were...
doing a weekly shop in Morpeth.

- In Morpeth?
- They won't serve us round here.

Do we believe that?

Frank was turning whistleblower?

What would be in it for him?

Clear his conscience?

Cos if it turns out
Through-Bus is dodgy,

it was Frank
who let 'em slip through the net.

Now, at the time of the fatal crash,

Frank's job included
overseeing inspections,

which means he must've signed off
on all the ones

relating to Through-Bus.

Jac, dig out the transcripts
and witness statements

from that public inquiry.

And let's take a look
at Frank's inspection reports.

Cos if he was following up
on what this fella says,

maybe that's where he started.

Tech didn't find anything
about Through-Bus

on Frank's work computer.

Well, maybe he was looking at them,
off the books.

Without running it past his boss first?

Mmm.

He might have had a good reason, Ma'am.

JAC SIGHS What am I looking at?

These initials, "SR".

Frank met up with his union rep,
Sue Ronsel,

several times in the past few weeks.

Did he?

- PHONE RINGS
- HEALEY: 'Hello, CID.'

So, was his work life difficult?

Well, that's a different story
to the one given us by his boss.

The rep's based over in Blyth.

Take a run over there, Jac, have a chat.

- See what she can tell us.
- Ma'am.

Yeah. I'm on me way.

Julia's at the mortuary.

Ma'am, you need to take a look at this.

What?

It never gets any easier.

My mam died when I was ten.

That's tough going.

Aye. But I had my dad.

Before you go, could you just
clear something up for me, pet?

You see, you didn't mention
that your husband

had moved out of the marital home.

Who told you that?

Oh, don't tell me, Oonagh.

Look, I just need to know
where he was living, pet.

Why would he tell me?

The grieving widow
knew nothing about her husband.

Her marriage was going down the toilet.

- All right, love...
- It's the truth, Dad.

It's embarrassing!

Frank was the only man
I ever wanted to be with.

Now give her a moment.
I need a word anyway.

As part of our investigation,

we've been looking into your background.

Oh. So you'll know,
I used to be a naughty boy...

If that's what you call ABH
and fleecing your customers.

I've been straight since Lyle was born.

I'd never do anything that'd hurt him.

Is that right?

Look, I wasn't the best dad.

And when Lyle came along,

I wanted to do right by him
and my daughter.

Ah, commendable. So,
you wouldn't've been best pleased

when you found out Frank
was leaving your daughter.

He did right by her in the end.
He was coming back to her.

That's all that matters.
He loved her and he loved his son.

Now, hang on, hang on.

So, did the pair of them still work
on the lad's boat together,

even though Frank was living elsewhere?

As far as I know.

D'you think Lyle knew
where his dad was living?

No-one knows
what the lad's thinking these days.

You'll have to ask him yourself.

You weren't at the morgue
with your mam and grandad.

Yeah, well, it's not exactly
a nice day out, is it?

And you didn't go back to college
on Friday afternoon,

like you told us.

Look, lying's not gonna do anyone
any good is it, love?

I came down here on Friday
afternoon. I couldn't face college.

What, after seeing your mam and dad
together again?

Just to sit.

Did you see your dad here?

Yeah, and he saw me.

It was about... half two.
He waved at me from the boat.

I just pretended he wasn't there.

Then I went to the Black Horse,
in town. Had a couple of jars.

Ah, well, my officers will check that.

Here, d'you know when I'm gonna get
my dad's fleece jacket back?

Aye, when forensics have finished
with it.

You know, Lyle, you and your dad,

I think you'd have worked things out.

You know what I thought of him.

Aye, but you still turned up here,
on Sunday,

didn't you, to work on the boat?

Expecting your dad to turn up.

And I reckon he would've, love,
if he'd been able.

Er... The fleece...

..he was wearing it
last time he worked on the boat.

You never said
why were you looking for me.

Ah, well, I was hoping you could
tell me where your dad was staying

when he left home.

Cal and Oonagh's.

Ah, no. They said they didn't know.

Course they did.
He was at their flat. In Bedlington.

Thanks, love.

VERA'S KEYPAD BEEPS

- PHONE RINGS
- Aiden...

While we're doing our best
to find your friend's killer,

all you're doing
is withholding vital information.

Well, what difference does it make,
whether he was here or...

- or in a hotel?
- Cos this is a murder inquiry.

I've a good mind to arrest you and
your missus for wasting police time!

- No. Oonagh doesn't know he was here.
- Oh?

I thought Frank was her friend as well.

This flat is supposed to be
a holiday let.

And?

I didn't tell her
Frank was staying here.

It was... It was only temporary.

Ah, well, it's a nice view...

so two weeks here, what's that, a grand?

Something like that...

Aye, I can see
that'd put a hole in your pocket.

But why keep it from her?

I mean, don't suppose you'd get
many bookings this time of the year.

We agreed we'd never let it out
for free to friends or family.

But Frank would've done the same for me.

You won't tell Oonagh about this,
will you?

You're in no position
to be making deals, pet.

I'm gonna ask you something again,

and I want the truth.

Did Frank mention
any problems at work? Yes or no?

Aye.

He said his boss wanted him gone.
But he wouldn't say why.

- There's no laptop.
- I told you that.

Well, you're hardly a reliable
witness, are you, love?

And next time you lie to me,

you're gonna be getting a taste
of my hospitality.

So, Frank's boss wanted him gone.

It looks like all roads lead back
to the council and that bus company.

What I don't get is
if Frank starts poking around,

discovers something dodgy
about the bus company,

why would Belinda be bothered?

I mean, does it make her look bad?

Oh... Ooh, it's a possibility.

Or maybe there's another connection
between her and Through-Bus.

Jac...

Ma'am, I've spoken to Sue Ronsel,
Frank's union rep.

She says Leonie Becker filed
a formal complaint against Frank,

accused him of
"unfair treatment in the workplace".

Apparently he singled her out,

and when she challenged him,
he blew up in the office.

And what was the outcome?

Frank was about to get sacked.

We're onto something.

You failed to mention
Frank was being forced out.

He was dead, why sully his name?

It could've been relevant
to our investigation!

"Popular with everyone", you told us.

So, why was he being chucked out,
after one row?

- He was undermining junior staff.
- In what way?

I can't divulge
confidential information.

But I can tell you,
that Leonie was... affected.

Well, I need to hear that from her.

Where is she?

Court. For a licensing case.

And another thing,
did you know Frank was looking into

that Through-Bus crash
from three years back?

No. Why?

He believed he'd found evidence

that that crash wasn't entirely
the driver's fault.

Well...

why didn't he tell me?

Why indeed?

His silence could've cost lives.
Passengers, drivers...

Well, I'll have to advise
the Chief Exec,

institute an emergency inspection.

Inform the Health and Safety Commission.

Have you got access to this information?

Well, we're still dotting the I's,
as it were.

Well, as soon as you know anything,
you let me know.

I'll do everything I can to help.

- Aiden?
- 'Ma'am.'

Get over to the court
and find Leonie Becker.

I want chapter and verse
on that row she had with Frank.

If she put in a complaint,

- it must've been one helluva row.
- 'OK.'

And chase up the inspection reports
for Through-Bus.

There's something's not right here.

It's all detailed in the report.

You made a complaint against Frank.

That's right. And he deserved it.

Cos he was nitpicking my work.
Micro-managing me.

We used to get on really well.
And then things suddenly changed.

I challenged Frank about it,

and he blew up at me
in front of the whole office.

I was getting upset.
And my boyfriend got worked up...

How worked up?

Not enough to harm Frank,
if that's what you're thinking.

Jason said I should make
a formal complaint,

- and I thought, he's right.
- Jason...?

- Hewley. Works at the sailing club.
- Thank you.

D'you recognise this, Jason?
It's from a couple of weeks ago.

See, there's Frank arriving
and now he's leaving.

That's peculiar, isn't it, DS Healey?

There's some footage missing
from the CCTV.

How d'you explain that?

Happens sometimes,
the system cuts out, reboots itself.

Oh, I see. Erm, but luckily for us...

We got access
to the sailing club's hard drive.

They're like elephants,
they never forget.

See, here's the missing footage.

Oof!

I just wanted him to back off
with Leonie.

And you let your fists do the talking.

Dress rehearsal for Friday, was it...

I never saw Frank on Friday, I swear!

..when you kicked
seven bells out of the fella?

- No!
- Now, on Friday,

Frank turned up at 14:40.

And you disappeared.

You were missing for nearly two hours.

Means, motive, opportunity...

I wasn't there. I was...

- ..in a meeting.
- OK.

So, where was the meeting?

That's a simple enough question, love.

- Client's property.
- Well, that narrows it down!

Business premises?

- Not exactly.
- Their house?

I've had enough of this,
take him back to the cell.

Their car!

What were you doing having a meeting
with a client, in their car?

Name and address of this client.

She's married.

Oh, now we get it.

I'll lose everything. My job. Leonie.

You're gonna have to tell us, love.
Or risk facing a murder charge.

Leonie's boss.

Belinda Rayford?

You were seeing Belinda Rayford?

Since when?

Christmas.

Last Friday, we met outside the club,

drove to a lay-by.

Leonie's complaint to HR about Frank,

she told my officer here,

that is was you who egged her on
to make that complaint.

Aye. She wanted to let it go,

but what about all the other women
he might do it to?

Yeah, well, that's a fine sentiment,
love.

Now, during this meeting
in the back of Belinda's car,

did she happen to suggest
that the likes of Frank Channing

shouldn't be working at the council?

Did she? Answer the question.

- No.
- Are you sure?

Yeah, but the way she said it,

his behaviour
was affecting other people...

- Jason, love. She played you.
- You're wrong. She cares about me

- and she wants to do right by Leonie.
- She was stoking the fire.

Nothing to do with Leonie.

Belinda had her own reasons
to get rid of Frank Channing.

And you helped her!

We're checking Belinda's alibi.

Her and Jason, though...

Nah, well, takes all sorts.

Her office said that
she's at a welcome brunch

for European dignitaries,
some kind of twinning event.

Well, let's gatecrash the party.

Can I get a quick photo?

- Oh, yes.
- Lovely, thank you.

Well, I've just had a long chat
with Jason Hewley.

Hmm.

Bit close to home, isn't it?

We're two consenting adults.

Now I'm single, I'm just having fun.

Well, he thinks you're married.

Well, we all need a get-out clause,
don't we?

No-one's getting hurt.

Does that include Leonie?

The way I see it, Frank's snooping
around into the bus company,

and for some reason, you want him gone.

- You're way off base, Inspector.
- Am I?

Yes. His behaviour
fell below the standards

- we expect in this organisation.
- Leonie's no pushover.

I reckon she was handling the row
just fine.

Hmm, so you wind Jason up,

send him off to find Frank
to wallop him,

now, he's a big lad,
doesn't know his own strength,

and, oops, he's killed him.

Ridiculous.

Now, you weren't to blame
for those inspections,

they come under Frank's remit.
You told me that yourself.

So, what did Frank have on you?

Hmm?

Was he blackmailing you about something?

I've answered your questions, Inspector,

so, if there's nothing else,
I have guests to attend to.

There's a connection between
Belinda Rayford and Through-Bus.

- Are we any closer to finding it?
- Nothing so far, Ma'am.

We've been going through footage
from the bus station and the buses.

Yeah, well, keep looking, all of you!

Because this woman is in it,
up to her neck!

Mark! Where are you?

Er, Frank's storage unit.
The place is a right mess.

He's still got his parents'
old furniture here.

I'm not after a three-piece suite, love.

'Did you find that bag?'

- Ah, yes, Ma'am. It was on a desk.
- 'And?'

Er, well, his laptop was inside.

Good work, Mark.

I've had a quick look,
but he's got everything encrypted.

I'm gonna get it send over to Tech.

Yeah, well, keep me informed.

Mark's found the laptop.

Now, as soon as we get it,

I want everyone
going through those files.

Ma'am, Frank did get a bus!

He boarded the L80 to Alnwick on Friday.

All right, that's him. Being thrown off.

- What's that driver's name?
- Carmen Harris.

Carmen...

She was the one helping Nitesh.

- See you, Carmen.
- Bye.

There's an investigation going on.

- Fancy a cuppa?
- Oh!

- I know this is hard for yer...
- Do you?

From where I'm sitting,
I'm the only one who loses my job.

- Not you or Nitesh.
- Well, Frank lost his life, pet.

Principles don't put food on the table.

What were you and Frank
arguing about on Friday?

- You kicked him off your bus.
- He was filming me.

But wasn't that part of his
investigation into Through-Bus?

A few weeks back,
I nodded off behind the wheel.

It's happened to other drivers.

It's only luck
there's not been another crash.

- So, you went to see Nitesh's missus?
- Aye.

Then Frank got in touch.

I did everything I could to help him.

In what way?

- These are my tachographs.
- Tachographs?

They record driver information.

How long we've been driving,
speed, distance.

Why've you got two?

So we can work illegal hours,
double shifts.

We get paid,

but once you've done it,
they've got yer.

- So you gave those to Frank?
- Yeah.

He downloaded all the original data.

When he checked it
against the time sheets

given by the bus company...

- They'd altered the hours?
- It was a whitewash.

And Frank were gonna expose them.

Why did you back out
of the investigation?

Cos...

Frank wanted time to persuade
other drivers to join us.

He was on a mission.

They wanted none of it

and started making
life difficult for me.

Told Frank I were backing out.

Tesh was angry with me and Frank.

He's been getting it in the neck
from his neighbours.

They were upset that he was released

after only serving only
half his sentence.

Are you all right?

That sort of personal stuff
didn't seem to register with Frank.

He had tunnel vision
about the investigation.

Said he was gonna "present
his findings", to Health and Safety.

At the council?

No, he were going to the top,

straight to the
Health and Safety Commission.

Which would take time, and...

..Tesh wasn't happy.

Just for the record,

where were you, between the hours
of four and 6pm on Friday?

L114 to Bamburgh Castle.
Feel free to check.

Yeah, I will, love.

- Someone bricked the Ayads' house.
- Anyone hurt?

Alison's in a state,
and Nitesh has gone after Belinda.

You're a killer!

Hey!

What did you think
you were going to achieve,

- threatening Belinda Rayford?
- Justice.

- Why target her?
- She's in charge.

She's always in the papers,

shaking hands with VIPs, living it up.

Yeah, and you end up almost
lamping a security guard?

It's not looking good for you, Nitesh.

You can't pin Frank's death on me.

Your alibi doesn't check out.
Only Alison went shopping.

Look, I get it. You thought Frank
was dragging his heels...

D'you blame me? My girls are crying
themselves to sleep every night,

and he's talking about "due process"

and that we need more drivers
to come forward?

So, did you try to persuade Frank
to speed up his investigation?

Nah. I decided to do things my way.

And what did that involve?

Tracking him down at the sailing club?

He was alive when he left mine!

- So, you did meet Frank on Friday.
- What?

Yeah... I messaged him.

The mystery text.

Why'd you message him?

Cos I was at her place, Kylie's.

The woman I killed.

Her family were harassing my daughters.

I wanted them to stop!

And how were you gonna get 'em
to do that?

Don't know. Start by asking them.

Frank texted back. Told me to hang fire,

that he'd come over.

But I was already at Kylie's house.

I walked up the path,
ready to have it out and...

And what?

And I thought, "What's the point?

"Nobody bloody listens."

Frank arrived. We sat in his car,
he calmed me down,

and he made sure I got home OK.

He said the next couple of weeks
were gonna be a rollercoaster.

And now he's dead.

How am I gonna protect my daughters?

What is it we're missing?

Frank was a by-the-book kinda fella.

I reckon he'd have told Belinda
what he was doing.

Cos back then,
he had no reason to not trust her.

But why was she so worried?

Like she said, inspections came
under Frank's remit.

Well, she'd end up looking bad.

Or it was something else he discovered.

Mark, did Tech come back
with anything we can use

from Frank's laptop? Emails and such.

Aye, but they're pretty generic.

Stuff like,
"The issue we discussed today".

Ah, see, she's not daft, that one.

How long have Through-Bus
had the council contract?

Er, by the looks of it, four years.

And she's been head of licensing
for three.

Well, she boasted about having
a senior position in procurement,

before she was promoted to licensing.

Which means she'd have seen
all the bits that came in

and would've had a hand in awarding
that contract to Through-Bus!

What do we know about them?

Major shareholders, directors?

Er, Tabuk Holdings owns a 52% stake,

and Strieber Finance, a 40% holding.

Right, well let's start with
the first one, Tabuk Holdings.

Who's the top dog there?

A William Patrick Sandown.
Managing director.

Strieber Finance is a Wilbur Morgan.

Right, now, we need to find a connection

between Belinda Rayford
and either of those companies.

- And check the society pages.
- What?

Well, why not?
She likes hobnobbing with VIPs.

I bet she's got a shedload
of ballgowns. Now, come on!

Ma'am. There's no connection
between Belinda Rayford

or any of the companies mentioned.

- Try Belinda Morgan.
- What?

Or Belinda Sandown.

D'you remember when we confronted
her about carrying on with Jason?

- Said she was single.
- No, she said she was single "now".

There's still nothing listed
with Companies House.

Oh, there's got to be something.

Er, Ma'am! The electoral register
from four years ago,

shows William Patrick Sandown
living with his wife,

Belinda Evelyn Sandown, in Newcastle.

We need to find out
which contracts she approved,

and how many of those were given

to companies owned
by William Patrick Sandown.

He got a sneak preview
of his competitors' bids,

undercuts them, and then
splits the cash with his missus.

Unmitigated fraud.

And I think that's what Frank uncovered.

Nitesh Ayad
will be going back to prison.

He's breached the terms
of his probation.

There are no winners
in a situation like this.

Are you including yourself in that?
He's the victim here.

Now, we've read Frank's report.

It seems, that Through-Bus
were ordering the tachographs.

Slashing wages, piling on the hours.

Drivers were sleeping at the depot,
taking speed to stay awake.

I mean, how did you feel when he
presented you with this evidence?

He never showed me
any evidence of wrongdoing.

No?

Well, how about when he found out

you used to be married
to William Patrick Sandown,

Managing Director of Tabuk Holdings,

who have lucrative shares
in Through-Bus?

You brought me in here
to discuss Frank Channing's death...

- ..not my marriage status.
- Hmm.

But you were a senior officer
in the department

who awarded those contracts.

Did you declare a conflict of interest?

You can't ask me about this.

I didn't kill Frank. Check my alibi.

I was with Jason.

- You've got nothing on me.
- Ah, but you had motive, love!

Frank was about to blow up your cosy
arrangement with your ex...

Cosy?

While you were swanning around
in your designer heels,

families were grieving.

- I got nothing out of this!
- Pull the other one.

He left me!

It's Will and his new family
that are living the high life.

He left me with nothing!

Oh, well, I'll shed no tears
for you, pet.

Did you pass on details
of rival tenders to your husband?

It's a simple yes or no, pet.

Yes, I did.

Then the bastard left me.

And that was it.

I wanted nothing to do with it.

Ah, well, it's a bit late for that,
Frank was already on to you.

He wouldn't give me time to fix things.

What, get rid of him, d'you mean?

And when your ploy
to give him the sack didn't work,

you roped in The Hulk
to put the frighteners on him.

- Jealous, are you?
- Come on, love.

You can sneer all you like about Jason.

But at least I've got a man
who'll do anything for me...

..makes me feel attractive.

But then, you wouldn't know
anything about that, would you?

If you hadn't helped your husband
win that contract,

maybe Kylie Summerley
would still be alive.

And maybe her daughters
would still have a mam.

But they don't,

because people like you care
more about holidays and fast cars

than they do about anything else.

Now, just for the record,

we will be passing Frank's files
on to Health and Safety,

the council... and the CPS.

Interview terminated.

Kenny. Have we checked
Belinda Rayford's alibi?

Er, yeah, but you're not gonna like it.

ANPR got a hit on a vehicle
registered in her name,

on the way to Alnwick at 13:00 hours.

Well, if she's not our killer,
where does that leave us?

What about the Channings' alibis,
have they all been verified?

I'm-I'm still going through it all,
Ma'am.

We're getting nowhere fast here, Kenny.

Ma'am. I've got a detailed report
on Frank's work computer.

Now, apparently he'd copied
a few files off the system,

- and deleted a few.
- Well, first thing in the morning,

get over to Leonie Becker.

- See if she can shed some light.
- Ma'am.

- Leonie? How you doing?
- Great.

Apart from finding out my boyfriend
was sleeping with my boss.

I've pulled the files you wanted.

Most of these are records
of standard licence applications.

We keep those for a couple of years.

So, what happens now? Who's taking over?

They've asked me to step up,
temporarily.

Is that good news?

I mean, I couldn't do a worse job,
could I?

Well, good luck.

I don't know
if it's worth me mentioning...

These came in at around about the time

- Frank started acting weird.
- Did they?

He told me not to worry about them,
and that he'd deal with it.

BEEP

Aiden.

I've got the printout
of all the files that Frank deleted.

You'll never guess
who's on one of them...

Who?

Look, I had nothing to do
with whatever Frank was up to.

The council issued you
with a closure order,

on the tenth of last month,

and soon after that
it conveniently disappeared.

So, did you threaten Frank?
Tell him to make it go away?

It's all right, mate, this is nothing.

I've got a living to make.

Yeah, and I've gotta find
Frank's killer.

Well, you're looking in the wrong place.

I might've asked him for a favour.

A favour,
well, it's a big bloody favour.

- I never threatened him.
- I find that hard to believe.

- Cos he'd have taken some persuading.
- Frank made the right choice.

To do right by his family.
I didn't force him.

You told my officers you were
in Hexham on Friday afternoon.

I was.

So, how come your mobile phone
signal puts you miles away,

near Cal and Oonagh's flat,
where Frank was staying.

Grandad? Grandad?

No. He's helping us
with our enquiries, Lyle.

Mum's having one of her meltdowns.

We need to speak to him about your dad.

Hang on. Hang on...

How did you know
where to look for Frank?

It was me. Yeah, I told me mam
where he was staying...

Why?

She was upset, missing my dad.
I didn't know what else to do.

But please can we go?

That's one hell of a black eye, Lyle.

Does your mam often have
these meltdowns?

Now and again.

Ah, so, what's triggered this one?

Something stupid.

OK, Oonagh came round with flowers.

And when she'd left, Mam started ranting

about how she's rubbing her face in it.

What did she mean by that?

An affair?

Oh, Julia...

Well?

I had no designs on Frank.

Why would she think that you
and Frank were in a relationship?

Because she's insecure.

You know, Frank and I, we came
from very similar backgrounds,

we were on the same wavelength.

- Julia can be paranoid.
- Yeah.

No, it was Lyle who told us.

I wasn't sleeping with Frank.

Look, I would never do anything
to hurt Lyle.

Well, someone did.

He turned up at the scrapyard
with a black eye.

Said it happened down at college.

That was probably a lie.

What do you mean by that?

- Don't do this...
- This is about Lyle, now.

Look, one of you better start talking,

or you're both down the nick.

It was one time, erm,

it was 18 months, maybe two years ago,

Frank presented with an
unexplained serious wrist fracture.

And we, I patched him up.

Why unexplained?

Well, he refused to tell us
what had happened.

Anyway, we agreed, didn't we?

That we'd never do
anything like that again.

For Frank's sake, and for our careers.

Well, who do you think hurt him?

Isn't it obvious?

Ah, about time.

I'm sitting here like a plum, waiting.

Oh, just had to check
a couple of things, Mr Allen.

I won't keep you here much longer.

Er, commencing interview
with Glynn Allen.

Now, I don't need to remind you,
you're still under caution.

- Where's my grandson?
- Oh, don't worry, he's safe.

Now, then, Friday,
you went to find Frank.

No, Julia was worried about him.

I went to make sure everything was OK,

and he wasn't there.

So, I went back to the, to the yard.

What d'you mean, "safe"?

Well, that's some shiner he's got.

- And you think I did it?
- Did you?

I'd never lay a hand on my grandson.

Well, you've got form.

Maybe you were punishing him
for keeping Frank's secrets,

upsetting your daughter?
Someone assaulted him.

The same as someone assaulted Frank!

I never touched Frank.

His friends reckon
you're perfectly capable of it.

They would. Looking down their noses
at anyone not like them.

OK, if it wasn't you, who do you think

might've wanted to hurt him?

I mean, two members
from the same family.

It's my fault Frank's dead, OK!

Would you care to elaborate on that?

I-I didn't know what to do.

- I should've got help.
- Aye, love, you should've.

But then it was too late.

She-She-She's a good person,
deep down. I promise you.

Who's a good person?

- Julia.
- Hold on...

She's just insecure,
needs to be in control, you know.

So, what happens
when Julia's not in control? Hmm?

Does she have one of those meltdowns?

She's not a monster.

It all started
with her just shouting at him.

A little bit of name calling.
Nothing serious...

It-It just got worse.

If Frank was late back from work,
or made a mess,

or said something she didn't like...

..she'd beat him...

..sometimes really badly.

But-But she was always sorry,

and I told her it weren't right.

Then she'd start getting upset
and crying, and...

Like she did when she was little.

It's to stop you being angry with her.

I thought one day
Frank'd stand up for himself,

and everything'd get sorted.

Well, maybe he did... on Friday.

Mr Allen...

..do you think your daughter
killed Frank?

Ah, can you tell me about Friday, pet?

Frank was leaving me.

Must've come
as a terrible shock for you.

I thought he just needed a bit of time.

But he only came home
to pick up his things.

Did he say why?

We barely had a chance to talk,

what with Lyle coming home
and Frank getting that message.

Twenty years of marriage,

and he can't be bothered explaining why.

Mm-hm.

Was it the beatings you gave him
that made up his mind?

I don't know
who's been spreading lies...

Your dad's told us the truth, love.

He promised.

So, Friday, er, you want answers,
Frank's left the house,

what happened next?

Dad went to the flat.

So, did you clobber Lyle as well
to get the address out of him?

Aye... He wasn't there.

So I called the office

and a colleague told me
he'd taken the afternoon off,

to go sailing.

So, you went to the sailing club.

He was by his boat.

He looked so happy...

..and he didn't have a care
in the world.

I called him all the names
under the sun, and I shoved him.

He fell, hit his head.

I went to help,
but he wouldn't let me near him.

- So, is that why you kicked him?
- What?

You kicked him!

I didn't.

He didn't want anything from me.
Not even help.

Well, that must've been hard to take.

Nah. It was typical.

I should've got out years ago.

Those tears won't wash with me, pet.

Look...

..I didn't kill Frank.

So, you're saying
you just left him there...

..with a head injury?

I knew he was gonna get looked after.

Now, then, Cal and Oonagh Terry...

Right, listen to this, Friday,

Julia's just told us,
she did go down to the sailing club

to try and persuade her husband
not to divorce her.

They get into a row, she pushes him

and he falls and bangs his head.

And she just leaves him there...

Frank's injured,
we know that he calls Cal...

- Who's a nurse.
- And his best mate.

Now, what would you do,
if your best friend called you,

- in a desperate situation?
- I'd go over there.

Of course you would.
Now, if that is what happened,

why didn't Cal tell us he saw Frank?

Get your coat.

We need to talk to Cal, love,
where is he?

He's out walking, clearing his head.
What... What's going on?

Now, we believe Frank planned
to go sailing on Friday,

but he injured his head.

And he rang Cal, as you know,
just after three.

Now, what would Cal's response
have been?

He would've triaged him
over the phone and got down there.

Where is he, love?

Cal would never hurt Frank. Ever.

If Cal went out to the sailing club
to help Frank,

he needs to tell us what happened.

- There might be a simple explanation.
- He loved Frank.

Look, I need to speak
to your husband, love.

Now, where is he?

Maybe try him
down at the hospital later.

He's been working double shifts.
Sleeping in the on-call room.

And how long's he been doing that?

Last couple of weeks.

Mrs Terry...

..Frank's injury on Friday
was concussion,

and yet when we asked Cal
how Frank was, he said he was fine.

"Just confirming a night out", he said.

You must have misunderstood.
Why would he lie?

Cos if he went down to see Frank,

he was probably the last person
to see him alive.

- That's why he lied.
- No, because he loved him. He did.

I-I'm sorry, love.

No, he did!

Put out on all units for Cal Terry.

Cover the hospital, the flat,
anywhere he might've gone.

A uniform posted at the flat,
no sign of him.

Nothing on ANPR either.

Ma'am. Hospital's clear.

Boss, I think we've got him.

The women at the lighthouse
just reported seeing a man

acting strangely on the sea wall.
Matches Cal's description.

Right. Kenny, alert uniform,

but tell 'em not to approach
until I get there.

Yes, Ma'am.

- Where is he?
- He's around there!

Right, thanks, love.

Wait here.

Do you wanna talk to me, Cal?

I'm not a killer.

No matter what you might think.

I loved Frank...

..for more than 25 years.

Well, I reckon
he thought a lot of you, too.

Cos after Julia assaulted him,

he rang the one person
he knew he could trust.

I was on shift, but, er,

I dropped everything and
went straight to the sailing club.

And how was he?

A bit woozy.

I told him I should
take him to the hospital,

but he insisted he was fine, so, I...

I stayed with him
and we were just talking and...

..and he told me the marriage was over.

And what was your reaction?

Relief.

You know what she did to him.

She's evil.

Those two weeks we had together,
when we were in the flat,

it was like old times...

laughing, it was just easy, you know.

And then one night,
after all these years...

..I finally kissed him.

Frank just stared at me, shocked.

I thought I'd ruined everything.

And then he kissed me back.

I've never felt so completely at home.

Last Friday at the sailing club...

..he's acting like
it'd all been a big mistake.

Like it had never happened.

Hmph.

Frank said he'd have to find
somewhere new to live, but I...

I didn't get it.

We had the flat.

I-I-I told him
I was ready to leave Oonagh, but...

..but he was talking about him and Lyle.

I didn't feature in his plans.

You thought he'd left Julia for you?

I felt like such a fool.

The betrayal, it was unbearable.

He could tell I was upset,

and as I was about to walk away,
he put his hand on me shoulder,

but I didn't want his pity.

So, I turned round and...

I-I caught him in the face
with my elbow.

And he went down, and...

It was an accident.

He swore at me,

and he said, "You're as bad as Julia".

I mean, how could he compare me to her?!

And I felt this rage.

Before he could even get up...

..I kicked him.

Just the once. But so hard.

How could I do that?

And then what?

I told him I was so sorry,
I tried to help him up,

but he... he didn't want me
anywhere near him.

He said he didn't even know
who I was anymore.

So, I went off, just...
just to calm down, you know.

Then I realised, I had blood on me.

Er... Frank's blood.

So, I rushed back to him and...

and... there was no pulse.

Poor Frank.

I didn't know what to do.

But what you did do

was dump his body
into the boot of his car

and drive off.

I loved him. I didn't mean to kill him.

Then stop romanticising, pet.

You kicked him so hard,

his lungs were punctured and collapsed.

Now, you could've got help.

But, no, you were too busy
covering your tracks.

You even texted Julia
from Frank's phone,

making her think he was alive
and going off sailing.

I felt detached,

like it was happening
to someone else, I..

I sat in the car for hours.

Yeah, waiting for it to get dark,

so you could dispose
of your best friend's body.

You hauled him onto his boat
and pushed him out on the tide,

hoping his death
couldn't be traced back to you.

Ah, save it, love.

You robbed a son of his father.

And you were right, what Julia did,
it was unforgivable...

..but here's the thing, love...

..you're the one who killed him.

Callum Terry,

I'm arresting you for the murder
of Frank Channing.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court...

Poor old Frank, eh.

Where does that leave his son?

Aye, it's going to be tough on Lyle.

And he's going to come to realise
his dad wasn't weak at all.

Hey, come on. I'll drop you home.

Maybe you can get in some
quality time with your bairn.

Ah, wait here.

Relax, I'm not coming to arrest you.

How's he doing?

Ah. Doesn't say much.

Well, this is Frank's fleece,
it was on Lyle's boat.

The lad's been waiting for it.

Look after him.

A present for you.

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