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GRUNTS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Let's see what
you've got. Calling.

I'll be having that,
thank you very much.

What?! How do you
do that every time?

You're cheating.

If you don't know how to
lose, then you shouldn't play.

I swear you're
making the rules up.

All good?

Almost there, I reckon.

Right, I'd better take
a leak before we start.

Bad loser?

Maisie OK?

Yeah. Watching the sun come up.

Let's get the nets in.

CLEARS THROAT

Maisie?

Maisie!

Billy! What?

Sam! It's Maisie.

What's going on? She's gone.

What? Maisie?

Maisie! Maisie! Maisie!

Maisie!

Mayday, mayday, this
is the Tom Crocker.

Come in.

Maisie! Take us back.

Maisie! Maisie!

HORN BLASTS Watch out!

What's going on? Eh?

She's gone, mate.

What do you mean, she's gone?

We came up from below,
and she was gone.

I-I'm not even sure
what a home visit is.

They visit your home...?

Yes, but to what end?

PHONE RINGS

Shipton Abbott Police Station?
See if you're weird or not?

If you've got funny habits.
Body parts in the fridge.

People chained up in a cellar.

Well, no, it's a boat -
we haven't got a cellar.

You've thought about it, then?

It'll have an engine
room. You could use that.

Right, I have a feeling
you're not being

entirely serious.

That was the harbour master.

One of the fishing boats has
reported a body lost at sea.

Which boat?

The Tom Crocker.

Margo?

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

It's Maisie.

Oh, God. Jaime.

BACKGROUND CHATTER

Thanks for your time. Cheers.

Maisie Morgan, a
65-year-old woman,

was reported missing

from the Tom Crocker
fishing vessel at 5:53am.

The RNLI are liaising

with the Coastguard
and our marine unit.

They'll go back and
search the area again,

but they don't
hold out much hope.

It's very much a body search.

But even that is
nigh on impossible.

They were towing nets
for over an hour,

so the area they have
to cover is huge.

Yes, according to the harbour
master, everyone thinks

it was suicide. Yeah.
Well, she was dying,

and the lifeboat crew said
her sons found a note.

Right.

The, er, boat's been
cordoned off, sir.

Thank you, Kelby.

Yeah. Take care. Yeah, and you.

Yeah, yeah.

Margo? Everything all right?

That's my ex-husband, Jaime.

He works on the Tom
Crocker sometimes.

But, er, not today? No.

But Maisie Morgan
was his sister.

He's gone to call her daughter.

So she has three
sons and a daughter?

Yeah, stepsons.

She married Sam
Morgan 20 years ago.

Her daughter, Jenny, is
from a previous marriage.

Margo, if you want
to take some time...

I'm fine.

Mm.

Right.

Gentlemen. I'm Detective
Inspector Goodman.

This is DS Williams.

What do you need from us?

Well, you'll need to give
formal statements, of course.

But, for now, if one of you
could just talk me through

what happened?

You might need to see that.

Thank you.

We got out just before dawn.

Shot the nets about
four mile out.

And you were all on deck?

Till the nets were out.

And Maisie said she'd keep watch

while we had a tea break,

so we went down into the
cabin, played some cards.

Time we came back up to get
the nets in, she was gone.

Found her scarf and
shoes down by the bow.

That note was tucked
inside one of her shoes.

Is there no other
way off the boat?

I mean, no life
rafts or anything?

We've got a life raft on
the back, but it's sealed.

And it's still there? Yeah.

We were a fair way out.

I mean, if she's not
on that boat, then

there's only one
place she can be.

HUMPHREY: OK.

I understand she was unwell?

The doctors didn't
reckon she had long left.

What was she doing on
a dawn fishing trip?

I-I... can imagine
it's quite hard work.

Maisie loved the sea.

She grew up on it.

She wasn't here to work.

She just asked if she
could come out with us,

one last time.

We should have known.

And which of you was
the last one to see her?

I saw her,

when I came up to
check the wheelhouse.

I came up on deck after
that, but I didn't see her.

I didn't go near the bow.
I just went to the toilet

and then joined the
boys at the stern.

All right.

We need to take a look around
the boat, if that's all right.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, er

maybe you should go home,
be with your families.

We'll be in touch.

OK? Thank you.

Come on.

Did they send you?

Yes.

I always wanted
to be a fisherman.

Why didn't you?

I'm not really a morning person.

Mm. Yeah.

I got a summer job
on one of the boats.

It was a 4:30 call.

Every time I got there,

the boat had already left.

I got sacked on the third day.

I got there at
quarter past eight,

which is early for me,

but they were in France by then.

This pretty much says it all.

Yes. Yes, it does.

Though I wonder

why she tied her
scarf to the rail

and left her shoes like this.

It's a little, um,
odd, don't you think?

And if you were going
to jump off a boat,

why would you do so at the
most inconvenient place?

The bow is much higher.

She would have to climb up here.

And yet, at the side

she could have
pretty much just, uh

stepped off.

So you don't think it's suicide?

Everything points to that,

but let's cover all
bases, shall we?

Check for prints

and/or extraneous
fibres and the like,

particularly in these areas.

Let's see if we can confirm
the boat's movements.

I think the harbour has CCTV.

Anything else?

We should talk to her doctor.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Excellent.

Jenny.

Uncle Jaime.

I've got some bad news.

The Sarge said
you knew the lady.

She's my sister-in-law.

At least, she was.

She was Jaime's

my ex-husband's sister.

I'm sorry.

Is that why you

why you rushed out when you did?

Not exactly.

Truth is.

SIGHING: I thought it
could have been Jaime.

He's a fisherman, right?

On and off.

Maisie's late husband
owned the Tom Crocker,

and half a dozen others.

It's funny to think...
you being married

to a fisherman. Why?

Er, I-I don't know.

How long were you married?

Too long.

SIGHS

We got married a bit
young, I suppose.

Both of us had a lot
of growing up to do.

Not that anyone
could have told us

at the time, of course.

But you're stupid when
you're young, aren't you?

Yeah.

Oh, it's just awful.

The Morgan family
ARE Shipton Abbott.

Poor woman.

They're saying she
jumped off the boat.

She was very poorly,
by all accounts,

and she lost her husband
not that long ago.

How awful.

And that's not all.

She fell out with
her daughter, Jenny,

just after she and
Sam were married.

I don't think
they've spoken since.

That broke Maisie's heart.

What on Earth could be so bad
you can't talk to your own mum?

I'm not entirely sure.

I know Maisie tried to
see her several times,

but Jenny always refused.

Er, I know you said give the
mourners a free mug of tea,

but now they're
asking for doughnuts.

Well, we had a
delivery this morning.

Yeah, but do I charge
for them or not?

Cheeky blighters!

Just lay them on the table.
They can help themselves.

You get on. Me and Zoe can cope.

You don't want to be late.

Are you sure? Positive.

But be back by 3:00 -
I've got a date tonight.

Another one?

I wasn't aware you
were keeping count!

He's picking me up at seven,

so be back by three,
so I can get ready.

You need four hours?!

There's no point in even
trying to explain it to you.

Just wait until you're my
age. All will become clear.

Just passing on my
way back to work.

Thought I'd call in.

Right, er, come in.

Yeah, go through there.

OK.

All the boats have a
VMS tracking system,

which records its position

every two hours,

and that confirms
they left at 4:30am,

went out about five miles
and dropped their nets.

They then towed them
for another three miles,

then the movement
was a bit erratic.

It looks like they
were searching

for a good few hours
before heading back.

Thank you. What about forensics?

Er, it seems the boat
was cleaned yesterday,

before it went out,
so they're hopeful

they've got some decent samples.

We've also visited
the family home

and taken DNA swabs
for identification.

Hi, everyone.

Ah, Martha.

Oh, home visit.

Er, we should leave now.

Right.

HUSHED: Esther, let me know

of any developments. Will do.

Good luck. Thanks!

How did Jenny take it?

Well, you know Jenny.
She don't say much.

Just thanks for
letting her know.

Will she come? Said she would.

Shame she couldn't
have made the effort

when her mum was alive.

That was never going
to happen, was it?

No, no.

How are the boys?

Well, you know them.

They'll be worrying
about themselves!

What about you?

I'm OK. Hmm.

It's not like it came
out of the blue, is it?

She's been ill for a while now.

I'm sorry.

I should have
called in or summat.

Not your place, is it?

Not any more.

No.

She always liked you, you know.

I liked her too.

And it doesn't matter if
she'd been ill for a while.

Doesn't mean you'll
grieve any less.

She was your sister.

You're bound to miss her.

I'll miss her nagging.

CHUCKLING

I was supposed to be
seeing her Thursday,

taking her into town.

SIGHS

So I'm the only one

with the balls to ask
the question, then?

Did she change the will or not?
Is that all you're bothered about?

What, and you're not?
There's a time and a place.

We haven't even
found her body yet.

What's up, golden boy?

Not going to get your
own way, for once?

I don't need this.

Look at him.

Straight out the door
to phone the lawyers.

You mean you haven't already?

He can't, can he?

You're the eldest. Really?

I thought that didn't
mean anything any more.

DOOR CLOSES

So, I know it's been
quite a journey,

but we're almost there.

Once we're finished
here today, you'll have

your final panel
meeting next week.

After that, it all goes
to a senior manager

for a decision.

CHUCKLES

So, you own the boat outright?

Yes.

And... the toilets?
They're chemical?

That's my job, once a week.

Sometimes twice if, er...

W-Well, hardly ever.

I mean, once a week
is fine, to, er,

you know?

Yeah. And the heating?

Oh, there's a wood burner.

Um, that does the heating
and the hot water,

and there's a few blowers
if it gets a bit too nippy.

The wood burner - do you know
when that was last serviced?

Last year, just
before we moved in,

I gave it a once-over

and a good old scrub.

Serviced professionally.

Oh.

No. OK, it might be a good idea.

Make sure the ventilation's
working properly.

Might also be a good idea to
fit a carbon monoxide alarm.

Yes, we'll do that
straight away.

Won't we?

Oh, yes, quicker
than you can say,

"Rat up a drainpipe."

Not that we've got any rats,

or a drainpipe, for that matter.

Just a duck.

A duck? Selwyn.

Er, he's not our duck, as such.

He just visits.

He lives

around.

We're not trying
to catch you out.

You have a lovely home.

Thank you. Thank you.

And can I just confirm,
you're not married,

but in a long-term
relationship? Yes.

CLEARS THROAT

Does it matter, though, that
we're not married? Absolutely not.

In fact, we have
single foster parents.

But we do need to be certain
that a child is being placed

in a stable and
loving environment.

Oh, well, it's definitely that.

I'm sure.

And, um, the boat's
not a problem?

I can't see why it would be.

Although... it might limit

the age of children
we ask you to take in.

Toddlers might be a
problem, for example,

and you don't have
a garden, as such.

No, but we live out in the open.

There's so much space.

There is, and that's
great. It's just harder

to leave smaller children
to play safely on their own

when you don't have
a secure garden.

We've got the house.

House?

You said what?

Um, that we sometimes live

in the house, with
all its walls,

and central heating,

and proper toilets,

and a garden that
children can play in,

and that the boat was
more recreational.

So, when you're
living in my house,

where am I, exactly?

Ah.

Ah?

Um...

Are there any words you could
use to answer the question?

We sort of said that
we take it in turns,

that if we're in
the house, you...

I... what?

Stay on the boat.

Oh, Mum, please don't be angry.

It's just... if we said
you were in the house too,

we'd have to go back to
the start, get you checked,

re-answer all the questions

about how Humphrey
and I live together.

And we'll only be in the
house if we're fostering,

so it could just be days.

Or weeks.

Could be like a holiday.

Holiday?

And we'll have to
swap quite soon

so that Hannah can come
and see us in sit...

How soon is soon?

Thought I'd start
packing at the weekend?

I'm going home to shower,
while I still have one.

Then I will start layering on

an inordinate amount of make-up,

which will hopefully mask
the horror and disbelief

of being evicted
from my own home

by my only child.

Good idea.

We'll talk about it later?

Yes, we will.

She didn't look very happy.

What did you do?

Stole her house.

Ah. That'll do it.

I've got the
fingerprints report back.

Headlines?

Maisie Morgan's prints
were on the bow of the ship

where the scarf and
shoes were found,

and also at the port
and starboard sides.

The boys' - pretty
much everywhere.

It's all in there.
Ah, thank you.

Nothing on the scarf or shoes.

We've confirmed
they belong to her,

but nothing else of note. Right.

I also spoke to her consultant,

who thought she had a
matter of a few months left,

possibly weeks.

Was she still on treatment?

Um, just pain relief.

Though... CLEARS THROAT

one thing he did say was that
the last time he saw her,

she was fixated on
getting her will changed,

and asked if there were
any medical reasons

she couldn't do that.

I heard about this.
When Sam Sr died,

he left Maisie
everything in his will,

on the understanding
that when she went,

the fishing business
went to his boys.

Only, Adam, the
eldest, is insisting

that it's family tradition
that it goes to the eldest son.

And is it?

Yeah, as it turns out.

As the eldest,

Sam Sr inherited
from his father,

the same as four
generations before him.

The trouble is, Maisie
don't remember him

ever saying that's what
he wanted to happen.

So the stepsons were
at odds about this?

Of course they were.

Billy and young Sam always
thought they'd get a share

cos that's what
Maisie told them.

Yet, if she'd asked
her consultant's advice

about changing it,
then that would suggest

she'd sided with
the elder brother.

I suppose it does.

To be fair,

they're not the first
family to argue over a will.

And I can't see how
it changes anything.

No, it doesn't.

But the question is,

did she get a chance
to change the will

before she took her own life?

SIGHS

Where are my shoes?

No. No, I'm still in, 100%.

You heard what happened, yeah?

Well, then, you know
the money's coming.

Just... just wait for me.

OK, let's see here...

Ah, yeah.

SIGHS

SEA SHANTY

SHANTY CONTINUES

Is everything all right, sir?

Ah, Esther. Yes.

Yes, I think I found something
in those reports you gave me.

I, um... have done
something with them.

Ah, yes, thank you.

Look... at this.

The forensic report showing
Maisie Morgan's fingerprints

on the handrail at
the bow of the boat.

It's like Leonardo
DiCaprio in the Titanic.

Yeah. Now, it's clear

from the position
of the prints taken

that she was standing like so.

But we already knew that.

Er, yes, we did, yes,

but then, somehow,
from this position,

she's supposed to
have jumped off.

And... if she did,

as the bow is a little
higher than anywhere else,

she would have had to
climb up to get over.

So?

So, where are the
fingerprints showing

the hand position changing?

Er, there aren't any.

Exactly!

Now, the fact of her
standing stationary

at the bow of the
boat is indisputable.

But as for her climbing
over the bow of the boat

and then jumping off

well, how could she,

without moving her hand to
any other part of the rail?

So then I checked the
other fingerprints

to try and make
some sense of it.

I...

I just...

I need to disembark.

Sorry. Thank you,
yes, thank you.

Yeah.

Now, as you said,

there were fingerprints found
on both sides of the boat.

The prints on the handrail
on this side, the port side,

make absolute sense.

I checked with the
harbour master,

and the boat was moored
port side to the jetty,

facing out to sea.

So the position of these
prints are almost certainly

where she boarded the
boat that morning.

OK.

Then I checked her
other fingerprints

on the starboard side,

the opposite side to where
she boarded the boat.

And the prints there
clearly show her there too.

So why wouldn't she be?

No reason at all.

Except

the fingerprints clearly show

her hands facing inwards,

towards the boat.
How can that be?

Maybe that's where
she jumped from,

sort of lowered herself down.

Yes, but then why tie your scarf

and leave your shoes
with the note at the bow?

But either way, we
know she jumped, right?

Do we?

Shouldn't we at the very
least ask the question?

Could something else have
happened on that boat?

And were the scarf and the
shoes left where they were

by someone with the sole purpose

of making it look like
she jumped from that boat?

And whoever that someone
was just happened to have

a suicide note on
them at the time?

OK, then, let's
concentrate on the note.

Is it genuine? Could
it be a forgery?

I'll get samples of her
writing to run a match.

Yes. And as they were

the only other
people on the boat,

let's talk to those sons again.

Right.

Margo!

HUMPHREY: You said
something earlier,

that when she said she wanted
to come out on the boat

one last time,

you should have known
what she intended to do.

Um, what did you mean by that?

It's obvious, isn't it?

I'd still like to
hear your thoughts.

All I meant was

she must have been planning
to do what she did.

To end her own life?

Yeah.

So, the note we
found, in reality,

well, it could have been written

at any time, couldn't
it? Weeks ago, even.

I suppose.

Can we ask about your
relationship with your step mum?

My relationship?

Well, you and your brothers'.

Not much to tell, really.

She was our step mum.

That can mean different
things to different people.

She was married to
my dad. He loved her.

She looked after him.

We respected her for that.

I don't know what else
you want me to say.

And the issues
surrounding her will?

She said she was leaving
it in four equal parts

me, Adam, Sam and
Jenny, her daughter.

Adam went ballistic.

He said the business should be
passed down to the eldest son,

like it always had been.

What were your thoughts on that?

Well, we just thought Pops
was ringing in the changes,

that it was fairer

for the four of them to
share it between them.

Yeah, just cos it
happened that way before

doesn't mean it always has
to be that way, does it?

But Adam didn't agree?

SIGHS

Er, no, he went into one.

Truth is, he bullied her.

Kept on at her about
how she was going

against family tradition,
against what Dad wanted.

So she changed her mind?

Well, he just wouldn't
leave it alone.

Then last week, she agreed
to go talk to the lawyers

about changing it.

Think he just wore her down.

How did you feel about that?

How do you think?

Look, I don't know if I want
to be in the family business,

if I'm honest, but

Billy said he'd buy me out.

I was going to start
my own business,

doing boat trips
for the tourists.

But now that can't happen?
Depends, doesn't it?

On what?

Whether she actually
changed the will or not

before she jumped off the boat.

And if she didn't?

Then, Adam won't have got
his own way, for once.

What about Maisie's
daughter, Jenny?

Where does she
stand in all this?

Er, no idea.

I ain't seen her for years.

Her and Maisie
fell out, big time.

About...?

Think you'd better ask her that.

I think she still
talks to Uncle Jaime,

but no-one else.
Not even her mum?

Especially not her mum.

Not exactly happy
families, is it?

One thing is clear.

Maisie Morgan may
well have been dying,

but because of her decision
to change the will,

all three stepsons
had a vested interest

in when that happened.

And the daughter. Indeed.

It's a little late tonight

let's see if we can
talk to her tomorrow.

PHONE RINGS

TUTS AND GROANS

Shipton Abbott Police Station.

SIGHS

Motty?

How do I look? Amazing.

Do you know where
he's taking you?

He said dinner, then maybe
a stroll along the front.

Ooh, maybe I could pick out
a suitable shop doorway,

somewhere to sleep
when I'm homeless.

All right.

I'll call Hannah and tell her
there's been a change of plan.

Don't be silly.

I've had time to think
about it, and it's

a wonderful idea.

Really? Yes.

Loath as I am to admit it,

I find the idea of
staying on the boat

strangely romantic.

I can just see Richard
and I sitting on deck,

sipping champagne,

watching the world go by.

You don't think things
are going too fast,

do you, Mum? With Richard?

I know you like him,
and that's lovely...

I sense a "but"?

It all seems to have
happened so quickly.

I mean, how well do
you really know him?

You mean, he could hardly
find me attractive,

or be enamoured enough

to actually develop
any feelings for me,

hideous old crone that I am?

DOORBELL I didn't say that.

Maybe I should change my
name to Old Mother Wheaton.

No, I've tried a couple
of times already,

and no-one's called me back.

I'd rather hold, if that's OK.

Do you ever wonder what
would have happened

if we'd have stuck it out?

I still think of it
as a lucky escape.

That argument, when you
walked out, was over nothing.

SCOFFS Nothing to you.

I had a night out with the boys!

You lied to me.

Ah, it was hardly a lie.

You said you were
sleeping on the boat

cos you were going out
at four the next morning.

Which was true.

Then someone saw you
in the Attic Rooms.

That dozy mate of yours
with the funny arm.

Up on the table, dancing
for a group of girls.

I was only dancing. Didn't
do nothing with 'em.

Never said you did. What, then?

I can't abide a liar.

It was only a little white lie

cos I knew you'd get
all mazed about it.

Wasn't the first time you
lied to me, was it, Jaime?

Ah, fair enough.

Just trying to stop
you getting the hump.

We could have worked
through it. Other people do.

I'm not other people.
Oh, ain't that the truth.

Well, if you hate me so
much, why'd you come?

You sounded a bit

sad on the phone.

I was laying it on a bit
- make sure you came.

Yeah, thought so. How many times

have I asked you out
for a drink and a chat

in the past 20 years?

Stopped counting.
You always said no.

I couldn't see the point in it.

We were good together, Margo.

You know we were.

Maybe

if it had happened differently.

If I hadn't got pregnant

if we'd waited, grown up a bit

who knows?

Who knows...

Though, there was a point

when I knew I should
never have married you.

When was that, then?

When I realised how slow you
were to get the drinks in.

CHUCKLES

Hi, Margo! Hi, Anne.

Hello.

Thank you.

Well, I don't know about
you, but I'm famished.

Oh, I haven't heard that
in a while - "famished".

I think youngsters
invent new words,

so some of the old
ones get nudged out.

Well, not so much words,
more a list of abbreviations.

LOL, FOMO...

You're very well-versed.

Well, Martha has a young girl
who helps out at the cafe.

She's teaching me her language,

though I'm not entirely
sure when I'll need it.

You know, I think

that's one of my favourite
things about you.

Oh?

You don't act your age.

I'm assuming that's
meant as a compliment.

Very much so.

Then, let's agree to
grow old disgracefully.

100! Excuse me?

Per cent.

Oh, touche.

So, how was your day?

Boring.

Until now.

What about you?

Oh, I did a shift at the cafe,

making tea for a
roomful of fishermen,

been made homeless, then
lectured by my daughter.

A full day, then. Mm-hm.

Did you say homeless?

Apparently, I'm
now house-sharing

with Martha and Humphrey.

And the lecture?

Oh, that was about you.

Oh.

She worries you may be a conman,

stringing me along
for my vast fortune.

I might. Do you
have a vast fortune?

Sadly not. Oh.

In that case, I'll
pay for dinner!

I'll get some menus.

I've made up some
cardboard boxes,

so we can gradually
start emptying cupboards.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to see if I can
get on and off the boat

without moving my hands.

Have you lost your mind?

Oh, it's perfectly safe, Martha.

There's a ridge down here I
can stand on to take my weight.

RATTLING Look. Oh!

Humphrey!

My daughters got
the ball rolling.

They coerced me into signing
up for the dating app.

I agreed, on the
strict understanding

I would meet with
three women, no more,

and if Cupid didn't rear
his mischievous little head,

they would leave me
to my dotage in peace.

One did nothing but cry and
talk about her ex-husband.

The other had so much
work done on her face,

she looked like a...
Picasso painting.

Oh, dear.

Then came you.

So, basically, you're saying
I'm the best of a bad bunch.

Pretty much.

Smooth-talking and honest

now, that's a very
rare combination.

What about you?

How was your dating experience?

Not unlike yours, really,
except you're only the second.

And how was the first?

He taught Shakespeare
to sixth-formers

and collected stamps.

I was so bored,

I actually think I
nodded off at one point.

I mean, thank heavens
for sunglasses.

CHUCKLING

He messaged me for
days afterwards.

I tried to ignore him, or
ghost him, as Zoe says,

but in the end, I had
to tell him a truth.

Which was?

That my Aunt Judith
was terribly ill

and I was moving to
Mexico to look after her.

I hope he was suitably
understanding.

He left me a message saying,

"Ah, cruel fate,"

"how swiftly joy and
sorrow alternate."

I checked his profile
at the weekend.

He's dating Cheryl
from Aberdeen.

Good for him. And
for her, I hope.

And as the saying goes,

sometimes the
journey teaches you

a lot about your destination.

What were you thinking of?

Oh, it's the case
I'm working on.

Y-You see, everything points

to Maisie Morgan
taking her own life,

but something just
doesn't feel right.

So you thought you'd try it

for yourself to see? Yes.

Wasn't the brightest
thing I've done.

No. Although it could
have been worse.

How?

You could have done it
during the home visit.

Yes, indeed.

I think that went all right
in the end, don't you think?

After you stole Mum's house.

How did she take
that? Strangely well.

Though, I dare say
we'll pay for it

somewhere down the line. Yeah.

The marriage thing...
threw me a bit, though.

I mean, why bring it
up if it isn't a thing?

She made it pretty clear
that it wasn't an issue.

I know, I'm just worrying
about everything.

We're so close.

Don't worry. Come here.

Are you dry?

Yeah, I'm dry.

Dryish.

Humphrey!

It'll be all right.

You knew, didn't
you? You and her.

Get off him! You knew!

I spoke to the lawyer.

She didn't change her will,
but you knew that, didn't you?

Didn't you?

You know how I know?

Because she made an appointment
to do it on Thursday

the day she arranged
to take her into town.

She asked you to take her
to the lawyer, didn't she?

What did you do?

Any, er... Any point in me
asking to come back to yours?

Old times' sake.

LAUGHS

You can ask!

What would you say?

Er

Is that who I think it is?

Hello, Uncle Jaime.

Oh... Oh...

I've had a lovely
evening. Thank you.

Me too.

I...

could ask you in for coffee.

Yes, you could.

Though I'm not sure I'm
quite ready for coffee.

I understand.

Brandy, perhaps?

Here you go.

Cheers. Thanks.

Is he...? No.

No, he's not. Very much not.

Any news from the marine unit?

Oh, er, they ran out
of light yesterday,

but were going back
out this morning.

Mm-hm.

Oh, Maisie's daughter,
Jenny, turned up last night.

She's staying at Kitty Jay's.

We should talk to her.

Well, not sure what
she can tell you.

She hasn't spoken to her mum
for I don't know how long.

Even so, it feels like
Maisie's daughter is

the last piece of the jigsaw.

I just need to stop off
somewhere... along the way.

Oi!

Sorry!

Your mother changed over
the years, you know.

She wasn't the same woman.

That supposed to
make me feel better?

Not supposed to make
you do anything.

Look, I made a
promise and I'm here.

That's what matters, isn't it?

Yeah. Jenny?

Yes.

Sorry.

I'm Detective Inspector
Goodman. This is DS Williams.

I'll leave you to it.

Er, Jaime? That's right.

Yes, I work with Margo.

Oh, good to see you.

You still on for our date?

Mulland Cove, four o'clock?

I'll be there. Later.

Oh, he used to take me crabbing
there, when I was little.

Yeah, sitting on
a rock with a line

and a bag of bacon bits!

Walk down memory lane?

Yeah, he's soppy like that.

We're sorry for your loss.

Can I ask

about your relationship
with your mum?

I didn't have one.

Which I assume you already know,

or you wouldn't be
asking the question.

Can I ask why that was?

Mum had an affair.

Left home when I was 15.

So you stayed with your
dad? Not at first, no.

I went to live with
her and her new bloke.

Worst time of my life.

The boys were horrible.
Oh, they could do no wrong.

Tried to tell her
I was miserable,

but she told me I had
to just get on with it.

Dad got a cottage up
the coast a bit, but

he was a mess.

He was useless on his own.

He loved her - so much.

Yeah, he just
couldn't get over it.

Anyway

me and Mum had a row one night

about something
the boys had done.

She took their side,

and I ran away.

Went to live with my dad.

And you haven't seen her since?

I tried to make it work,

but, like I said,
Dad was a mess.

He started drinking.

I was only 16 by then. I
didn't know what to do.

I begged her to come
and help me with him,

but she wouldn't.

Said I'd made my bed,
I had to lay in it.

And one night he collapsed.

I phoned Mum, but she
didn't want to know.

It was Sam Jr's 18th birthday.

She was at his party, so...

Told me to phone an ambulance.

Dad was dead before he
got to the hospital.

I'm sorry.

Oh, she came to the funeral.

Yeah, she tried to say
she was sorry, you know,

she didn't know
things were that bad.

We argued, again,

and, er.

I told her the next
time I'd see her

was at her funeral.

Yeah. Haven't seen her

or spoken to her from
that day to this.

Uncle Jaime says I'm
my mother's daughter,

that we're both as
stubborn as each other.

Ah, maybe he's right.

Uh, were you aware

there's some friction

in the family
regarding her will?

Huh!

Couldn't give a toss.

I don't want anything from her.

Uncle Jaime says
they're planning

a memorial service for her, so.

I'm here, like I promised.

Then it's done.

Thank you for your time.

OK. Bye. Take care.

Thanks.

So, if I'd have
been a fisherman,

you being married to a fisherman

we'd still be working together.

That's weird, innit?

Well, our whole
lives changed because

you broke up with someone

and my alarm clock
didn't go off,

but here we are.

What are you saying, Kelby?

That your life keeps changing,

and I'm not sure there's
much we can do about it.

That's very true. DOOR OPENS.

Now, how about you
changing your life

over at your own
desk? DOOR CLOSES.

Oh, sir, er,

the handwriting
samples matched up,

so the note was
written by Mrs Morgan.

Mm-hm.

And the harbour master's
CCTV footage came through.

I, er, emailed you the file.

Oh, thanks, Kelby.

How was Jenny?

Did you see her?

Oh, it was quite sad, really.

Sounds like she
had a rough time.

Mm. Did you see Jaime?

Just for a minute.

Mm-hm.

You two getting reacquainted?

No.

Sure?

Cos a little birdie told me

you were having a drink
with him last night.

Oh...

Strictly work.

Work?

The Inspector asked me
to do background checks

on Maisie's family.

Mm!

Right.

Mm, right.

Anything?

Er, nothing new.

All four got on the boat

and left the mooring
at the time they said.

Mm-hm.

Pff.

That is odd.

You got something? Look.

This is the four-man

lifeboat crew returning.

OK. Can you see it?

The lifeboat's four-man crew.

Right.

Then look.

There's five of them.

Yes. Yes, there is.

Until they reach Jaime.

Four again.

Of course!

It's the only thing
we didn't consider.

We spent all this time debating

whether she jumped from
that boat or was pushed.

What if it was neither?

Remember the fingerprints we
found on the starboard side?

Prints that showed her on the
outside of the boat looking in.

Mm. We also found those prints

on the port side, but that's OK,

because we know she
boarded the boat

from that side. But look...

When the boat came back
into the harbour...

It was facing the other way.

So, the reason Maisie
Morgan's fingerprints

were facing the wrong way

is she was getting off the boat

after it came back
in? Precisely.

Maisie Morgan asked her stepsons

to go out on the fishing
boat one last time.

Why?

Because she intended
to take her own life?

Or did she have a
different plan entirely?

She waited for the right moment,

when she was sure all the
boys were below deck. Then...

Maisie?

Knowing that when her
stepsons saw the scarf

and her shoes alongside
a suicide note,

they'd be convinced
she'd taken her own life.

So, thinking that
she was in the water,

the one thing they didn't do

was search the boat.

She hid.

ADAM: Billy! Sam!

Yes. And for her plan to work

she had a spare RNLI uniform

in the storage box with her.

When she climbed off the boat,

she left her fingerprints,

facing the wrong way,

on the starboard side.

What's going on, then?
She's gone, mate.

What do you mean,
she's gone? Gone.

We came up and she was gone.

How far out were you?

Four mile out. Four mile.

So, Jaime Martins
knew all along?

It's the only way

she could have left
the quayside unseen.

Anyone see you?

I don't think so.

Jenny? It's Uncle Jaime.

I've got some bad news.

Maisie Morgan
remembered the promise

her daughter made her the
last time she saw her.

I told her

the next time I'd see her

was at her funeral.

So Maisie Morgan
faked her own death,

so she could see her daughter?

Yes.

Yes, I believe she did.

BREATHES DEEPLY

Then, where is she now?

You made it, then? GASPS.

It was the only way
we could get you here.

I'm dying, sweetheart.

So was Dad.

Where were you then?

I was just trying so
hard to build a new life.

And I was part of the old one?

No! What, then?

Go on.

What do you want from me?

To say goodbye.

INAUDIBLE

Leave 'em be.

This has been a
long time coming.

What difference will
ten minutes make?

SNIFFS

Do we know what
happened with the will?

Never got changed.

So they'll all get
an equal share.

Jenny's told them she
doesn't want anything.

So they're now squabbling
about what to do with that.

Sooner or later, they'll
realise money isn't everything.

You do realise we should
charge Margo's ex-husband

with wasting police time.

Maybe you should run
that past Margo first.

Oh! Margo, take a seat.

Ah! Well... this is nice.

Well, we felt we had
to pay our respects,

but the wake is something
I'm happy to avoid.

I'm surprised you didn't
stay, though, Margo,

for another little
drink or two with Jaime.

No chance.

There was me comforting him,
and he was lying to me again.

Brought it all back to me.

SIGHS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

All right? Yes.

So, how are things with Richard?

We had a lovely time, thank you.

He didn't try to murder me,

and I checked my
purse after he left.

I'm sorry.

It's just... you spent

most of your life
worrying about me.

I thought I should
do the same for you.

I've also spent most of
my life supporting you.

Hi. Hi.

Don't think Mum's
very pleased with me.

Oh?

She doesn't think
I'm supportive enough

about Richard.

And is she right?

Maybe.

Well, you'd better make up soon.

We are going to need her.

What for?

Well, there's the whole, um,
house/boat swap, of course,

and she'll need
to give you away.

What Hannah said

about us not being
married, got me thinking.

Why aren't we?

I mean, we both
want to, don't we?

We talk about it often enough.

So what's stopping us?

I don't know.

We just haven't got
round to it, I guess.

Exactly.

So I've booked this.

LAUGHS

A service for the log burner?

This.

Our wedding.

If that's OK, of course.

I-I mean, if you still want to.

Of course I want to
marry you, but when?

Don't worry, I-I've
given us plenty of time.

Well, a few weeks.

Weeks?! Yes!

Ah!

I love you. I love you.

Uh, we're... we're
getting married!

LAUGHTER AND CHEERING

Who's there? Just had a report
come in, of a missing person.

A teacher at St Barnabas
School for boys.

Prison with priests.

This video was taken of
Father Michael a few nights

before he went missing. He looks
like he's gone stark raving mad.

This land can get
inside your head.

Is everything all right?
We've had a bit of a break-in.

You honestly think they
could get rid of one of us?

The Chief Super said
nothing was off the table.

You're not getting
cold feet, are you?

I said, all along,

"Beware the devil on the rocks".