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[soft music]

[Macken] I'm assuming
this is another

of your famous wind-ups,
is it, love?

[Stella] Dad, I can't help it.

I fell asleep in the bath.

[Macken] You what?

I don't know, I'm just a
bit knackered at the moment.

[Macken] Look, I'm two
minutes from the house, okay?

And I wanna find the table
laid when I get back, right?

Sorry, Dad, my hair's
like sopping wet.

Can't you do it?

[Macken] All right,
at least tell me

you put the plates in the oven.

I tried, it just kept
switching to grill.

[Macken] Oh, we went through it!

I wrote it all down, remember?

Sorry, Dad, you're
just too easy!

[laughing] Aye, all right.

About time, too, I'm starving.

Did you get that pickle?

Sorry, Love, about
time for what?

I just saw the car.

I'll get those plates
out, piping hot.

I'm not back yet, Stella?

Stella, pick up.

[upbeat music]

Stella!

Stella!

[sighing]

Bad news?

No, well, I wouldn't
go that far.

Nah, no chance.

My dad used to smoke those.

Snap, I got used to the smell.

Yeah, lucky you!

Is that your lad, is it?

No, it's my uncle.

I'm sorry I was a bit late.

Fran had us up all
night and I was-

I was late myself.

Where was your car, anyway?

Oh, I had a little
bit of a nightcap.

Oh, right.

Not that I have to go around
explaining myself to you.

No, not at all.

So, what did the GP say?

News of my death has
been greatly exaggerated.

You're okay?

What, clean bill of health?

Complete waste of time.

Really, that's fantastic news.

The things that go through
your head, you know.

Well, we should go
out, celebrate.

Aye, why not?

[phone ringing]

Kenny.

What?

[upbeat music]

Hey, Joe, just give us five
minutes, will you, love?

Thanks.

Stuart, I've only just heard.

I came as quick as I could.

I haven't changed
that much, have I?

Vera?

Hey.

Christ.

Well, thanks very much.

You don't look too
clever yourself.

Shouldn't you be in
bed, or summat?

Nurse?

Oh, speak to yourself.

What do we call you these days?

Chief Inspector, Superintendent?

Nah, just plain old Sergeant.

Here, come here.

[soft music]

So how is she, your
daughter, Stella, is it?

She won't wake up.

Can't breathe without a tube.

Her heart keeps conking out.

"Is she a fighter?" they said.

Well, if she's anything
like her dad.

Finally got the consultant
on his own.

You know what he said?

"Hope for the best,
prepare for the worst."

Trouble is, Love, I
can't seem to do either.

So, last night you saw a vehicle

on your way home?

Make and model of
the car, no idea.

It had fog lights on, you know?

And the house itself,

the lights were on
when you left?

Aye, but the car was with me.

So, whoever did this

might have thought there
was nobody home?

Arson attack, nothing more?

Aye, looks like.

Anyone you suspect?

Any recent cases, old grudges?

What does it matter now, anyway?

Sir, Stella's mother's
down in Reception.

My wife?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I can't see her.

You go see her.

What?

Just talk to her, keep her busy.

I just need a minute to
get my head in gear, right?

Good lad!

-[indistinct]
-[laughing]

Will you do something for me?

Go get her a coffee.

She can't last five
minutes without a coffee.

White, two sugars.

Here, I'll give you some change.

Don't be daft.

I just wanted to be
there for her, you know?

To protect her.

Well, of course you did,
Love, course you did.

Now, will you sit down?

White, two sugars.

Yes?

Tea.

Yes.

With Sugar?

Yes.

Stuart?

Stuart!

[ominous music]

An hour ago I was trying
to pack the tent

into the back of the car.

We'd been away, you see.

It was just a normal day.

Oh, well, you'll be wanting
to see your daughter?

The doctor will be here in
a minute to take you up.

Marianne?

We're here.

Okay.

Who's that?

That's my husband.

Who?

You and Stuart were separated?

Oh, yeah, eight,
nine years back.

Why?

Marianne?

Sorry.

Who was he?

My first sergeant.

Vera Stanhope, Rachel Waite.

We met last summer at the
National Intelligence
Conference.

What a day out that was.

I remember.

We had a mutual friend.

DS Joe Ashworth, Chief
Superintendent Waite.

Two coffees, one flapjack,
a receipt and the change.

You'll find us in the car park.

Why?

Couldn't bear to outlive
his daughter, I suppose.

How long is it since
you last saw him?

We ran into each other
over the years,

but we hadn't sat down properly
since his stag do, I think.

End of an era.

He got promoted, transferred
to Fenwick or somewhere.

I thought I'd end up
working for him, so-

So, what happened?

Marianne happened.

Ten years of marriage.

Not many of them happy.

His fault, goes without saying.

She moves out, taking
the daughter with her.

Somewhat laboured divorce.

Marianne remarries,
in haste perhaps.

I don't know the ins and outs.

Stuart's having none of it.

He wouldn't let go.

The wife, the daughter.

I'll spare you the details.

Stuart let himself go.

Various restraining
orders on wife and family.

Psych assessments.

He was stripped of rank,
demoted to sergeant.

It was all I could do to
keep him in the Force.

I had him tidying paperclips
in my office for a spell.

He kept breaking
the photocopier.

Last heard of working
emergency calls

in a comms centre in Wallsend.

He'd have loved that.

Not half, he called
it The Gulag.

I'd heard he'd had some trouble.

Don't blame yourself.

Unless it drives you
on, of course.

Oh, dear, not a happy bunny.

Well, he's not cut out
for surveillance, is he?

There'll be an inquiry
into his death.

The coroner will need
your statement.

Yeah, of course.

And I'll get on with
the arson attack.

It's what he'd have wanted.

Is it?

You okay, ma'am?

Hey!

What's that?

Stuart Macken's effects,
from his pockets, you know.

[soft music]

Lottery ticket.

It's two years old.

Ever the optimist.

Oh, look, he was owed
a free coffee.

Go on, he won't miss it.

The stubborn sod.

Don't.

Okay.

Is that him, the second husband?

What's his name again?

Gower, Brian Gower.

She said they were
camping last night.

Was he in the tent with
the wife and bairns?

No, he says he was
at home, working.

Didn't hear the phone ring.

Why do you ask?

Oh, when in doubt-

Start with the family.

Suspect was stood
in the driveway.

He lobbed three petrol bombs
through the kitchen window.

Forensics found methanol
on the floor

and traces of sugar and
washing-up liquid.

Makes it sticky.

Three?

Nothing left to chance,
I suppose.

Right, any luck with the tyres?

Nothing yet, I'm afraid.

So, what do we know
about the daughter?

Stella, 18 years old.

She was home for the
weekend from college.

Year one of a science
degree, was it?

How did she get on
with the old man?

We've got phone records here
for the father and daughter.

Seems they were speaking
to each other

once, twice a week, at least
for the past couple of months.

And before then?

I'll have a word
with the family.

No, I can do that.

I'll have a copy of this.

Sure.

Right, petrol bomb through
the policeman's window.

He was targeted, why?

Come on.

Route one, any old collars?

Anyone recently released
from prison, Joe?

Ma'am, take a look
at this, Kenny?

Right, The Ten Thousand March.

Five weeks back, on Tyneside.

Peaceful protest for
the unemployed

and we ended up with this lot.

Now, the hard nuts were all
blocked in up near Monument

for seven hours straight.

Heavy-handed police
tactics, blah, blah, blah.

Yeah, thank you, Kenny.

Hang on, is that Stuart Macken?

I thought they had him
answering phones all day.

Yeah, well, he volunteered
for overtime.

He made ten arrests
in one afternoon.

GBH, Section Five, you name it.

And that's not the best bit.

Take a look at this.

Someone in that crowd.

Petrol bomb.

There was no serious damage,

but it's a bit of a
coincidence, don't you think?

So, who lobbed it?

They don't know.

Or nobody's saying.

Ma'am, Macken's ten arrests,

nine of them are no
longer in custody.

Right, well, get them in.

I'm drawing up a timetable
as we speak.

Oh, someone give that
girl a sticker.

I want alibis and
whereabouts for last night.

Call me when you've done.

[soft music]

So, tell us about the march.

Well, I was there
to support my son.

My wife made a picnic.

Well, the next thing I knew,

there were coppers everywhere.

They've kettled off
half of Grey Street.

Well, we all went mad.

Well, I said to the officer,

"Do I look like an
anarchist to you?"

And where were you Sunday night?

Teaching art to the
active retired.

Seven witnesses,
if it's any help.

Sunday?

Oh, easy, quiz night.

You all right?

Through here, there's
a box of digi-tapes.

They've all been melted
in the fire.

What's on them?

Nothing, there's no
labels on them.

Dated, memories.

See what you can salvage.

Let's go meet our victim.

This bruise, what do you reckon?

Billy?

I thought he was strictly
postmortem.

I take the occasional
stroll among the living.

Unsettling for all
concerned, I can assure you.

I asked him, God forgive me.

Still, by the look of her,

I'll be seeing her again
downstairs shortly, will I?

Pity.

[phone ringing]

Anyone we know?

Francine, trainee.

Russet hair, rather
low forehead.

She's nine weeks late, you know.

Calling up, making these
wild allegations.

I don't know where these
lasses get off.

30 minutes in a Travelodge,
I barely grazed her.

I feel I could pick up
some grubby little bug

just listening to you.

Try it, it might even
do you some good.

Bruise on her forehead.

Right, well, first thought

was she got smoke in her lungs.

She fell bang.

But see this ridge here?

She was struck hard in the face.

By what?

Your petrol bomb.

So, warm night, she
stood at the open window,

looking out-

He saw her.

I mean, whoever did this

must have known there
was someone in.

Well, so much for arson,
attempted murder.

Oh, the relish in her voice.

Plus she's got her
fingers burned.

See these marks here,
this is all heat damage,

but this is an old injury.

How old?

It's hard to say,
partially healed.

Minimum a month.

Well, she has been in the
wars, haven't you, Pet?

The thing about Stuart,

he had this unshakable fantasy

that nothing had changed,

his wife and daughter
were due back any minute.

No, well, it can't
have been easy.

It was just something we
all learned to live with.

And Stella stopping
over at her dad's,

that was a regular
thing, was it?

She's 18 now, she can
do what she likes.

Funny, isn't it?

For years she was scared
to death of him.

Number of times I had to
sit there, holding her hand,

singing her to sleep.

With my voice.

But you knew she was stopping
over this weekend, right?

-Yes.
-No.

Well, I did.

These past couple of months,

she's had a bit more
time for her father.

I was glad, I encouraged it.

Up to a point.

Well, we knew if we
tried keeping them apart

she'd only put him
on a pedestal.

Stella's a great one
for revising history

when the spirit moves her.

She's got a red temper on
her, hasn't she, nowadays?

I wonder where that came from.

Oh, and daft question.

The burns on Stella's hands,

now, that was an old
accident, was it?

I know, Chemistry practical
gone wrong, wasn't it?

At college, H2SO4 plus
who knows what?

Can you get me a coffee?

I'd like to go back in
there if that's okay.

[soft music]

I gather you're an engineer,
Mr. Gower.

That's right, I'm in hydraulics.

I've heard of that,
is that sewage?

Not always.

Well, good for you, at your age.

Now, I couldn't help but notice
from Stella's phone records

that she's not been
calling home.

Her first year at college?

Weren't you worried?

Oh, hit a bit of a rough patch.

Nothing terminal, so to speak.

So when did you last speak
to your stepdaughter?

We haven't seen much of
each other since Christmas.

Ah, well, it can't
have been easy,

after all you've done for her,

to see her mooning
over her real dad.

When you love someone,

the point is to focus
on their happiness.

Oh, aye.

And is that what he did?

Her real dad?

Plainly, you've never
met the man.

[soft music]

Ma'am, I've been working
through Macken's charge sheet.

Oh, how's the timetable
coming along?

Pretty much to schedule, thanks.

Well, that's the main thing.

-Kenny!
-Ma'am.

I want a search warrant

in front of the magistrate
right away, please.

Who for?

Brian and Marianne Gower.

House, car, garage, garden shed.

Looking for what?

Anything to link Brian Gower

to the manufacture
of petrol bombs.

Anything to put him
at the scene.

Ma'am.

Why is Gower a suspect?

Why?

Well, one, there's no love
lost between him and Macken.

Two, they're rivals for
their daughter's affection.

Three, she hasn't spoken
to him since Christmas.

And oh, no alibi, all right?

Well, it's a bit circumstantial.

I mean, if we go in now,

isn't it gonna look
like we're taking sides?

I'm sorry, Pet, I'm
not with you.

Well, Macken's your
old sergeant.

I was saying earlier,
isn't it gonna look like

we're siding against the
man who took his wife?

Honestly, Love, I rue the day

you ever come out of your shell.

So, come on, who's with her?

Show of hands.

I'm just saying maybe we need
a little bit of evidence.

Hence the warrant.

But, seeing as you're such
a people person and all,

perhaps you'd like to
be the one to tell them.

Thanks, Joe, thanks
for the support.

I can always rely on you guys.

Hang on, I'll come with you.

[soft music]

Oi, what's he doing
with my laptop?

I need that!

We'll get it back to
you as soon as we can.

You just grab what you like

and there's nothing
I can do about it?

Hey, have a look at this.

[soft music]

How old do you think
Stella is in these photos?

13, 14?

And how old was she when
her parents divorced?

Ten, right?

So, three years before
these pictures were taken.

Exactly.

Wait, so one minute
Marianne's in court

trying to get Macken
off her back,

and the next minute-

They're at the beach together.

Hi.

How is she?

Well, they said they won't know

how much her mind has been
affected until she wakes up.

If she wakes up, if so.

You know, I get accused
of all sorts,

but I'm not here
to judge anybody.

That's not something I
enjoy, the intrusion.

If that's meant to make
me feel better.

This is somebody you were
trying to get away from, is it?

It's not what-

No, it's all right.

Stuart, he'd lost all his
visiting rights, obviously.

But Stella,

I used to dread her birthday
coming round, you know.

She'd wait till Brian, my
husband, was out of the house

and she'd get this
look on her face.

And I knew it was coming,
every year.

Her special present
she called it.

A day out.

Just her, and me, and her dad.

One day by the sea.

It was our little
secret, poor kid.

I felt so wretched, you know.

With all that was going on.

You just wanna give them
a nice childhood.

Besides, she's got
enough of her dad in her.

No pushover?

You're joking, aren't you?

I've never seen these before.

Stuart had them, did he?

No, no, he didn't.

So, where were these?

[soft music]

Aye, he sent them to me.

Once in a while, out of the
blue, Stuart, her real dad,

had them couriered to me
at work, can you believe?

On his wages!

And what did you think
of that, Mr. Gower?

Same as I always thought

whenever he tipped his
litter on our steps.

Had us up half the
night, honking his horn,

spying on us from
his bloody car.

That man, every outrage,
every provocation.

He was the price I had to pay.

You never tell your
wife about these?

And why do I want to
bother her with all that?

Anyway, she always came
back, didn't she?

She always came back.

Mr. Gower-

I did not burn down
that man's house, okay?

Boxes all ticked?

Can I please get on
with my life now?

Kids!

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Well, Ma'am, Forensics
sent this through.

They've trawled through
Brian Gower's laptop.

Yeah, go on.

Recent web history.

You can see he browsed that
website back in January.

Brian Gower, looking up
how to build a petrol bomb.

Looks like.

Now who's taking sides?

So, next move?

We arrest Brian Gower?

Okay.

Fine, I'll do it.

And while I'm gone-

Oh, here we go.

What's this, more timetables?

Something like that,
this is for you.

Very formal.

Transfer request.

Hol, Holly!

[soft music]

Right, come on, anything
from Macken's house?

Car, digi-tapes, there must
be a camera to go with them?

The car is still with Forensics.

Well, come on, let's
go give them a nudge.

[upbeat music]

Okay, 5th of April.

It's five weeks ago?

What's that noise?

Wind chimes, Jessie has
some in our bedroom.

I always walk into it them.

What was Stuart up
to, filming them?

Surveillance?

Give me the remote.

Let's get a good look at you.

I need a name.

Get onto it, Joe.

I'm telling you, I never
went near this website.

Someone's made a mistake.

Who else had access
to your laptop?

Colleagues at work,
family, the kids.

Oh, Christ, you can do
this, you can do this.

Hello, Mr. Gower!

Look, nobody's having
a go at you.

Now, come on, you're
a clever man.

You can see why we've got
you sat here, can't you?

The address is vaguely familiar.

Hang on, we did some work for
the MOD a little while back.

We were looking at
blast-resistant casings.

I'm an engineer.

Not much about sewage
here, Mr. Gower, eh?

Now have you ever seen
this man before?

No.

No?

Something you said this morning.

You said Sergeant Macken
had been honking his horn

and the bins thing.

And he'd been watching
you, had he?

All the time, everything we did.

It was after we got the
restraining order, you see.

Macken wasn't allowed
within 100 metres,

So he found other ways
to intimidate us.

He'd just sit there with
his video camera.

He filmed you?

Oh, he was a cracker
of an ex, that man.

Great loss, very sad.

[soft music]

He's a bully, your friend.

I'm sorry, but it needs saying.

Ah, well, not when I knew him.

So, what are we gonna
do with Gower?

Are we gonna charge him?

This, that's not enough.

So this bloke on the digi-tape.

He was charged at the
Ten Thousand March

on evidence gathered
by Stuart Macken.

I called him yesterday,

left a message with
him to come in.

He never showed up.

As you can see from my
hilarious timetable.

Douglas Peter Cranham, age 31.

Of course, I could have
told you this earlier,

if you didn't keep
pushing me out.

[soft music]

Well, don't look so stunned.

Just 'cause she's shown
a bit of initiative.

-[crowd shouting]
-[soft music]

[truck engine roaring]

Dougie Cranham, Christ,
I wondered about him.

Did you work with him then?

Yeah, he was one of the gang.

Of course, he was never the
kind to stop for a pint.

We all thought he was
taking holy orders.

Does he have a girlfriend?

You're joking, aren't you?

Of course, he took it very
hard when he got laid off.

Well, we all did.

When was that?

Last year.

Dougie turned it into
World War Three.

He starts picketing head office,

out there, in his old uniform.

He should have kept
his head down.

Six months later, I
got my old job back.

But not Dougie?

Nah, no chance.

He lost his house.

He didn't like that.

He was last heard of
living in a tent.

Ma'am, Building Society confirms

they repossessed Cranham's
house in February,

after he defaulted on
his mortgage payments.

Is he signing on at least?

No, he's got about £7
in his current account.

Seven?

Yeah, withdrew £200
last Tuesday.

Where from?

Cash point in Warkworth.

Right, Hol, get onto
Forensics, please.

Anything at all to
connect Cranham

to the attack on Macken's house.

I'm going to meet Joe.

Ma'am?

Oh, plus we'll need
an application

to extend Brian Gower's custody.

Either that or let him go.

Okay, ma'am, the letter
I gave you?

Haven't read it, Pet.

Busy, busy, busy.

Right, look, look, watch this.

If it's still there tomorrow
night, I'll take a little peek.

But if it's gone-

Ma'am, I'm not gonna
change my mind.

Hol, there are some things
you don't do in anger.

Douglas Cranham there, Number 9.

Mortgaged up to his
neck, daft sod.

Why not rent?

It's a foot on the ladder.

Yeah, well, why do people
have to do that?

It's the dream.

I had a dream like that once.

I woke up screaming.

So, this Cranham, loses
his job, loses his house.

You think maybe it was him

who threw the petrol
bomb at the demo?

It crossed my mind.

Macken suspects Cranham, even
saw him do it, then what?

He launches his own
investigation.

Surveillance, video tapes,
tells no-one at work.

I mean, why should he?

These are the same pillocks

who've got him picking
up phones for a living.

And Cranham realises
there's a copper after him.

So what does he do?

He follows Macken home?

Chucks another petrol bomb,

this time straight through
the kitchen window.

It's possible.

Single man in his thirties,

you just don't buy into
a street like this.

Hey, is that a neighbour?

[soft music]

Excuse me, miss!

Can we ask you a few questions
about Douglas Cranham?

There you go.

How's the stracciatella?

Oh, try if you like.

No, you're all right,
we've just had lunch.

Oh, postprandial snack.

Oh, he eats like a bird.

Well, he is a bit thin.

Steady on.

Lena Holgate?

That's right.

DCI Vera Stanhope,
DS Joe Ashworth.

We were hoping to have a
word with your young man.

My?

Douglas Cranham, Dougie?

You lived together at
Number 9 Rawlinson Close?

Your old neighbours
remembered you.

Nothing for you to
worry about, Pet.

Oh, I've not seen Dougie
for a few weeks now.

He's working ever so
hard up the coast.

He can't come down as
often as he'd like.

We're saving up, you know.

For the baby?

That's right.

What sort of work?

Same old crew, at
the power plant.

We checked out Dougie's
phone records.

You spoke ten days ago?

Was it, right.

I was just letting him
know I was okay.

And how did he seem?

Same as ever, you know,

he's no good on the
phone, to be honest.

So, where are you staying now?

I'm just with a friend
right now on the Wall,

but we'll be moving back soon.

Back?

Aye, to our old house as
soon as the tenants move out.

There's no point me living
there all on my own,

when we could be saving
good money on the rent.

Well, that's what Dougie
says, anyway.

Hey, what do you think?

Congratulations.

What's going on?

Is he all right?

Well, there was a man
whose daughter was hurt

and and we think Dougie
might know them.

I don't think so.

Do you meet all of
Dougie's friends?

No, no, he likes to keep
things separate, you see.

I don't mind, it's
just how he is.

And you've no idea
where he stays

when he's working at
the power plant?

Love?

No, well, somewhere around
about Warkworth, I think.

Warkworth?

This cottage on the digi-tape.

Are we feeling lucky?

Put it in the scanner,

get it over to the local
police and estate agents.

See if they can come
up with a match.

And, Kenny, I want a phone tap

and surveillance on Cranham's
girlfriend, Lena Holgate,

in case he tries to call.

What are we to do
about Brian Gower?

Who?

Send him home.

Who drank my coffee?

You did.

-[laughing]
-[soft music]

[Joe] That's our cottage.

I know that woman,
Macken arrested her

at the Ten Thousand
March, I interviewed her.

And how are they all doing?

Janice.

Yes, good, you know,
keeps them happy,

stops me from going berserk.

Right, where was I?

Dougie Cranham.

Right.

So I went along to teach life
drawing in some church hall

for the recently unemployed,
God help me,

and Dougie was one
of my students.

He's such a life force,
you can imagine.

DC, Is this one of his?

The ghost position.

What?

It's what they call it

when you're dancing with
an imaginary partner.

So you took him in?

Yes, you know, once in a while,

he'd show up with that
tent on his back.

I'd give him a hot shower,
a meal, a bed for a change.

I expect you were glad
of the company?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I was.

Why, what's he got up to now?

Your arresting officer,
Sergeant Macken.

Do you remember we
talked about him?

Yes, I was sorry to hear
about him and his daughter.

Stella.

I heard it on the telly.

Is she all right?

Well, Sergeant Macken

appears to have had
Dougie under surveillance.

So.

We'd like to talk to him.

Oh, God, you've just missed him.

End of last week, he went
to Europe, Barcelona.

Really?

Yeah, he's hitching.

He's such a free
spirit, you know.

At the march,

I gather some sort of home-made
petrol bomb was thrown?

Don't know, don't ask me.

You went with Dougie?

Yes, well, that was the
plan, but we got separated.

It must have been a bit
of an adventure for you.

Yes, well, it all turned a bit
sour in the end, didn't it?

So, check the ports
in the morning.

See if Cranham got on a ferry.

I can't see him running out
on his fiancee, can you?

Oh, you and your happy endings.

Will you come inside?

Oh, another time, I'm
dead on my feet.

Hello, Love.

As a favour.

Celine's made a bit of
an effort, I'm afraid.

Well, why didn't you
say so earlier?

Yeah, right, and give you
time to drum up some excuse.

[sighing]

Come on.

Paella, very nice.

We had it on our last
holiday, didn't we, Joe?

When was that?

Three years ago, was it?

Two, two years last summer.

Now, that's the sound of Joe
kicking me under the table.

Oh, off he goes, little-

Fran.

Little Fran, bless
her little heart.

I'll do it.

Go on, then, I'm
not stopping you.

You two got together at
school, is that right?

Aye, childhood sweethearts.

He was still growing out of
his clothes when I met him.

I expect you hear all
about us, do you?

Bits and pieces.

I tend to switch off,
if I'm honest.

I know, I know.

It's not you, it's his voice.

I expect he tells you
about me, and all, does he?

Oh, no, he's much too
loyal for that.

But thank you, seriously.

I'm so glad you could come.

Joe told us your news
from the doctor.

And it's no fun celebrating
on your own, is it?

No, no, it isn't.

Still, I expect

you're used to doing stuff
on your own, are you?

Love?

Well, it's just, I
know what it's like

to have something
hanging over you.

Nobody likes being brave.

Sometimes you've got no
choice, though, have you?

It's angina.

What is?

Chest pains, dizzy spells.

It's angina.

I thought it was-

I know, I know, I just didn't
want anyone making any fuss.

I mean, they've gone
through it all.

It's all perfectly manageable
nowadays.

Cut out this, cut down on that.

I had an aunt once who had it.

I expect we all did.

I'm sorry, Love, I've just
had a bloody awful week.

Thanks for the meal.

Oh, that was lovely.

Don't get up, good night.

Come here, you.

[soft music]

Help, help, please!

[phone ringing]

Please, hurry up!

Stella.

No pulse.

Rotate her, charge 360,
all clear, shocking.

Oxygen away, we're losing her.

[phone ringing]

What is so important?

[ominous music]

You all right?

Now, did you...

Did you see him?

Did you see anything at all?

I was...

I was asleep.

Don't speak to us, please.

Would you mind?

Security's checking the
CCTV, there's nothing yet.

Outside hospital?

Well, there's officers
on every exit.

Neighbourhood lot are
working the doorsteps.

And so much for Barcelona.

Turns out that Cranham
doesn't even own a passport.

So he must have lied to Janice.

What's this?

I said coffee.

Yeah, well, those
are super foods.

Go on, treat yourself.

Well, thanks very much.

I'll save them for later.

What are you doing?

Taking your witness statement
for the coroner's report?

Piss off, you, back to
your lovely missus.

No wonder you keep pelting
out kids, the pair of you.

Anything to keep her
away from the cooking.

Oh, I'll be sure
to pass that on.

Come on, then, you and Macken.

Right, okay.

We were up in the cafe
on the fourth floor.

Marianne was waiting downstairs.

So Stuart sent the
PC to fetch her.

What were you doing?

I was queuing for coffee.

White, two sugars.

I had my back turned, you see.

So, I mean, you knew each other
pretty well, you and Macken.

Not that it's any
of my business.

We had our moments.

Did you ever?

What?

What, me and Stuart Macken?

Oh, come on, use your eyes.

I was way out of his
league, wasn't I?

Aye, that's what I said.

What, this was a discussion,
was it?

Dare I ask who with?

Yeah, well, you know,
Kenny, made a few calls.

Kenny!

A reliable source.

That's all he said.

So how come you lost touch?

I mean, you were such
great mates and all.

I dunno.

There were three of us.

Me, Stuart, and this other lad.

And then one day it
was just myself.

Why didn't I see it coming?

Nah, don't beat yourself up.

You had your back turned.

Aye, I did, 20 years.

Too busy, too proud to
pick up the phone.

[soft music]

Something he said,
before he died.

"All I ever did was
try to protect her."

Meaning Stella?

I thought it was just something,
you know, that people say.

I think he knew.

I think he suspected it was
Cranham who torched his house

and if that's the case,
why didn't he tell me?

Fire exit by Stella's
ward, 1:30am.

It's the best they could get.

Cranham.

It has to be Douglas
Cranham, ma'am.

Stuart cautioned him
at the big march.

So, no job, no house,
pregnant girlfriend.

And all this whets
his radical edge.

Is that the line?

He was looking for a fight.

And we're thinking

he's behind the petrol
bomb at the demo?

There are no witnesses
yet, but it adds up.

Yeah, okay, and last
night at the hospital?

Well, Stella was a witness
to the fire.

Cranham doesn't want
her waking up.

Well, thank you for the
update, very considerate.

Stuart never mentioned
Cranham to you?

No, God, if only.

Why do you ask?

Silly, just his phone records.

Stuart's?

I called him?

Half a dozen times in
the last quarter,

to and from your private line.

Okay, so no wriggle
room there, then?

Stuart and I, we never talked.

Three parts old-fashioned
desire,

seven parts minibar, Christ.

I'm sorry.

No, it's okay.

Now he's gone, I'd hate it
somehow if nobody ever knew.

You'll keep this out
of sight, as a favour?

Ma'am?

Please, Rachel.

Was he happy?

[soft music]

You tell me.

It was you, was it?

Kenny's reliable source?

Oh, that.

Thanks, Billy, one
word from you,

my whole crew thinks me and
him were at it like rabbits.

It's all right.

I don't expect you to thank me.

Anyway, who cares?

There's no harm sending them

haring off in the
wrong direction.

Oh, Billy, I wanted to ask,
those burns on Stella's hand.

Is there any chance

they could have been
caused by spilling acid

in an experiment or-

No, no, the damage
was too general.

She was exposed to heat.

Heat?

Or fire.

No, no.

I'm in the way, aren't I?

[soft music]

[Reporter] Douglas Cranham
is wanted by the police

in connection with an incident
at Newcastle City Hospital

late last night.

Cranham who is also
wanted by police

in connection with an
unrelated arson attack,

is thought to have attacked
a teenage girl

who was recovering in hospital.

The victim's condition
is described as critical.

Oh, hi!

Lucky you caught me,
as a matter of fact.

I just nipped back for a shower.

I just wanted to reassure you.

We will find him, the
man at the hospital,

just in case you happen
to see the news or...

How is she?

Well, we lost her for a bit.

The doctor says she's
one hell of a fighter.

Well, her own dad may
have given up on her,

but I heard someone
say on the radio

the other day, what was it?

Better to live humbly for a
cause than to die nobly for one.

Stuart couldn't seem to
manage either in the end.

[soft music]

I meant to say, that website
you made such a fuss about.

I got a colleague to chase
up the details for you.

That's good.

I'd appreciate it, however,

if you'd let me field
any further questions

that you may have.

How long has she had this?

Do you know, I couldn't say?

Is it all right if I borrow it?

Brian, that was the hospital.

Hello, darling.

Where's my dad?

Welcome back, Pet.

Where's my dad?

What?

What?

[Joe] Ma'am?

Joe, how soon can
you raise an army?

Stella Macken.

I was her form teacher
a few years ago.

Aye, her mom said how
good you've been to her

over the years.

Pity you didn't see
fit to mention this

the last time we spoke.

You never asked.

And she's even been up
here to stay, I gather.

Yes, just once in a while

you know, when her home
life went up in smoke.

Her father and that
fella, what was his name?

Gower?

They were cracking
heads every two minutes.

This is where they
met, isn't it?

Right here in this
cottage, correct?

Who?

Stella and Dougie Cranham.

What difference does it make?

Tell her, Joe.

Well, we've been working
on the assumption

that Dougie Cranham
had some sort of grudge

against Sergeant Macken.

Whereas now we have
to ask ourselves

whether Cranham was
targeting Stella all along.

Why would he do that?

But the good news is
the second attack,

the attack at the hospital
last night, backfired.

You see, instead of
killing Stella,

he shocked her back to life.

So, she's all right.

Oh, aye, she's fine.

Not quite up to visitors yet,
so don't go rushing over.

That is good news.

As you can imagine, I'm
wanting to speak to her myself.

[soft music]

Just tell us where he is.

One word, this whole
circus will go away.

I told you, he's on
his way to Europe.

Oh, Barcelona, right, I forgot.

Such broad horizons for
a man without a passport.

I didn't know that.

[car engine roaring]

And she just drove off.

Aye, middle of her shift.

Where is she going?

[Kenny] If I knew that...

Look, she seemed pretty frantic.

I'm guessing either she's
going for a drive or-

Or she's meeting Cranham.

Dougie drew Stella'sportrait,
and all.

Did you know that?

Did he?

Very romantic.

No, it wasn't.

Well, it might have been
in Stella's head,

but I didn't see any harm in it.

She's 18.

She's your ex-pupil.

All grown up, that
one, trust me.

Besides, you know, Dougie's
not so easy to pin down.

Oh, did you not know, Pet?

He's engaged to be married
to a woman in the city.

No, I don't think so.

He's not the marrying
type, is he?

[soft music]

Okay, honey.

Not long now.

[Joe] Does she know
that you're behind her?

Eight years in surveillance.

I'm the invisible man here.

Listen, just don't let
her out of your sight

'cause with any luck she'll
lead us right to him.

Oh, hang on.

Where are you going to now?

The march last month.

Stella was there with
you and Cranham.

Yes, that's right.

And you lot had us penned
in like cattle.

But you and Cranham were
cautioned, and not Stella, why?

Because her father, Sergeant
Macken, was there on duty,

and he saw his daughter, saw
her in the heat of battle.

So what did he do?

He went in and he
fished her out.

Right.

Nice for some.

So he saw Cranham?

He saw Dougie Cranham
with his daughter.

Yes.

And that's why Stuart
was watching him.

Filming him to frighten
him off his daughter?

Ma'am?

Yeah, just keep us in the loop.

[ominous music]

Is this yours, is it?

No.

Is it Dougie's?

Aye, he must have dumped
it, that's typical.

What's that smell?

Petrol?

This is where he brewed up
his little bombs, is it?

Like the one thrown
at the march.

Like the one lobbed through
Sergeant Macken's window?

Who knows, maybe you helped him?

No.

That reminds me.

Joe, have you got
that statement?

Yeah, it's all here.

£13.45, five litres of
methanol five weeks ago.

So?

Methanol delivered to your door.

How come?

Look, I never hurt anybody,
I'm a teacher.

Well, you'll know all about
conspiracy then, won't you?

Where's Dougie Cranham?

Ma'am, it's Lena.

I really hope he's
worth it, Pet.

[soft music]

She was heading north up
the coast road towards here,

but then she doubled
back on herself

and now she's going into town.

She must have rumbled
Kenny on her tail.

Well, he says not.

Well, tell him to keep
following her.

Are you sure about that?

No, no, I'm not.

You better go and
give him support.

I don't want him turning
into Mr. T.

[soft music]

Got a hanky?

Look at that, soot.

Here, bung it in the wash.

No, you hang onto it.

Well, what happened here?

[car engine roaring]

Joe, Kenny, guess what.

Lena's come back
to her old house.

[car engine roaring]

I've only been here
five minutes myself.

How long's she been in there?

An hour at least, ma'am.

Now, when did Lena last
speak to Dougie?

Spoke on the phone last Tuesday.

For two minutes, right?

Why?

Do you think she's
all right in there?

[siren wailing]

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Ma'am, ma'am!

It's him, it's Dougie.

He's in there with her.

Ma'am.

[Police Man] Police
officer! Show yourself!

Police! Show yourself!

Dougie?

[Police Man] Dougie, I want
you to stay where you are.

Stay where you are,
Dougie, all right?

[Police Man] Upstairs is clear.

[Police Man] All right.

I'll take it from here.

Lena, nobody's going
to hurt you, Pet.

Now, come on, up you get.

That's it, I've got you.

Come on, up you get, Pet.

Stand up.

Where's our bed?

Where's our stuff?

What have they done
with all our stuff?

Hey, you've got Dougie's
jacket, though, haven't you?

Now, who gave it you?

Ma'am, ma'am.

There's bottles and pills
all over the bathroom.

Lena, wake up, Love.

We need a paramedic now!

Wake up, look at me.

Look at me, Love.

Lena, come on, Pet.

I hadn't heard from him
in such a long time.

I kept ringing and ringing.

And then somebody picked up.

But it wasn't my Dougie.

These burns.

I got them at college.

What, acid burns?

Right.

See, now, a very clever
friend of mine

told me that burns like
these aren't caused by acid,

but by heat, fire.

So you were helping your
boyfriend, Dougie, were you?

Helping him to make
the petrol bombs?

Me and Dougie weren't
like that, you know.

We were just friends.

Kindred spirits?

Right.

Like you and my dad.

Aye, we were a team.

He told me.

Did he?

You and him, and
what's his name?

The one who died.

That's Peter, his
name was Peter.

And your dad, he was
very kind to me after.

Dad was good like that.

So what have you done with him?

Where's Dougie?

[dogs barking]

So you and Dougie were
making petrol bombs?

It wasn't...

We weren't going out
to hurt anybody.

It was just something
that we did.

So how did he die, Dougie?

Can you tell me that?

He wanted to try one out.

It was a stupid game
we had in our heads.

He had fuel on his arm.

He just went up.

He just went up like a flame.

And your hand?

He kept grabbing at it.

I didn't know what he was doing.

But he was getting
me out, you see,

in case the whole place went up.

So you called your dad.

He drove up.

And he did what any
dad would, he fixed it.

He took Dougie's body and-

He buried it.

Now, your old teacher,
Janice, is it?

Oh, she can't have liked that.

Dad said to her she'd
be in that much trouble.

Aye, for buying the methanol.

Right, so we all agreed,
if anybody asked,

we'd just say Dougie
had gone away.

And did anybody ask?

This weird little voice on
the end of the phone, Lena.

What did you tell her?

Just the idea, that there
was someone out there

waiting for him and not knowing.

You met her.

You told her Dougie was dead.

She said I was a liar,
that Dougie was away

working up the coast and
what a good man he was,

and how they were moving back

into their old house
any day now.

Well, in the end, I just
gave her his old things.

Phone, credit card,
his old jacket.

She believed you then?

What she couldn't stand

was that I was making
him out to be some bloke

she didn't even know.

Ah, well, you see, Pet,
you killed him twice.

You killed the man she loved.

And the man she thought
she knew.

[soft music]

[Nurse] Would you like to go in?

Is it gonna be okay?

What's that?

Their baby?

Well, it's too early to tell.

Hello.

You, rest, come on.

She's not ready.

I'm sorry, I'm gonna
have to do this.

Stella, have you ever
seen these before?

Your stepdad said he looked
these up for his work.

That's right.

What?

And you looked it up when?

8th January was it, Mr. Gower?

If you say so.

Bri-

Shut up for once in your life.

Now, 8th of January

you hadn't even met
Dougie Cranham, had you?

No.

So, the manufacture
of petrol bombs,

whose idea was it?

His or yours?

Stop this, she's not well.

It was me, it was me.

And the march?

That was me, and all.

Why?

I just get so sick of
always being so small

and stuck in a corner somewhere.

Did you never just
once in your life

want to get out there and fight?

And there he was, my dad.

The great guardian angel.

[soft music]

Wakey, wakey, rise and shine.

Oh, good morning, ma'am.

How are you, ma'am?

We found this in Lena's
locker at work.

Manchester CID?

Yeah, well, it's closer to home.

Oh, that's nice.

I see this is dated
two weeks ago.

We were busy, so...

I'm so sorry.

I had so much I wanted
to say to you

and now I'm here, I feel
like I'm letting you down.

Oh, Love,

I don't know what I'm
gonna do without you.

You're smart, you never stop.

You've an eagle eye for detail.

You don't have to
say all of that.

You never did before.

No.

Well, I hope you're
gonna pop in,

if you're ever up this way.

Of course I will.

On the plus side,

there's not gonna be such
a queue in the ladies'!

I'm going to be all on my tod.

Hardly.

Well.

[soft music]

You know, I don't think
she meant to hurt anyone.

Just something in her head.

Who are we on about now?

Stella.

What was it Stuart said?

"All I wanted was
to protect her."

And I thought to myself,
from what, from whom?

I mean, not Cranham,
not her stepdad.

I think what he meant was
protect her from herself.

With good behaviour, she'll
be out inside a year.

Lena won't, poor kid.

Anyway, I thought I'd
look in on Stella

when she's inside.

A police visit, she'll
get lynched.

Ah, I won't make a fuss.

Just see how she's doing,
for her dad's sake.

Aye, course you will.

Hey, have a go at
that, will you?

Go on.

[soft music]