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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.

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!

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?

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?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

It's Maisie.

Oh, God. Jaime.

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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

I was supposed to be seeing her
Thursday,

taking her into town.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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?

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.

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!

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?

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.

Shipton Abbott Police Station.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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 dawn here I can
stand on to take my weight.

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 liked 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.

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.

You can ask!

What would you say?

Er...

is that who I think it is?

Hello, Uncle Jaime.

Oh... Oh...

I've had a lively 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.

Now, how about you changing
your life

over at your own desk?

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.

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.

Then, where is she now?

You made it, then?

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.

Leave 'em be.

This has been a long time coming.

What difference will ten minutes make?

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.

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.

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!

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".