Original subtitles

It was you!You've got nothing!

Where's Frances? Gone.

Why?

Because she wasn't who she said she was.

To us.

Nigel: Can you call me when she wakes up?

Violet: I think something's wrong with George.

Why are you here?

To question George about the death of a child

in a hit-and-run.

This didn't just happen!

[Hisses through teeth] Somebody did this!

One of you did this!

[BELL TOLLING]

Are you afraid?

Don't be silly.

They're the ones that should be scared.

You could thrash every single one of them if you wanted to.

[KIDS CHATTERING]

KID: Please, no!

MAN: Arundel House.

Bodiam House.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Pevensey House.

Pevensey. That's you.

Pocket money.MAN: Dover House.

George!

[ROARS]

[SOBS]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOOR OPENS]

What happened yesterday?

You know what happened yesterday.

I know what happened after they pulled you out of the sea.

I'm talking about before.

I tried to kill George.

I thought you knew that.

I thought that's why you were asking.

Kill George, how?

On the yacht.

I was going to let the boom take him overboard

and watch him drown.

If he didn't tell you, why are you here?

What stopped you?

He worked out who I was.

He had a photo of Martie on his phone.

He showed me.

After that I couldn't... Couldn't get close.

That's why you walked into the sea?

What about today?

How do you feel today?

It's over.

[SNIFFLES] Not for you, of course.

You want justice. Right?

Due process.

I just wanted him dead.

What happens now?

George Rattery is dead.

He took a nap in his office.

Didn't wake up.

They found him this morning.

Oh.

Oh.

[GULLS CAWING]

[METAL CLACKING]

FORENSIC OFFICER: He, uh...

He hit here

and bounced onto the bonnet.

Onto the roof

and then onto the road.

NIGEL: What about the prints and DNA we sent?

We got her prints all over the passenger side door,

window, vanity mirror.

What about the driver's side?

It's been cleaned.

But whoever did it forgot to adjust the seat.

It's positioned for someone around the six-foot mark.

Well, she could have done that.

Got something else on the passenger side, too.

Yeah?Blood on the dashboard.

I'll get it checked,

but I'll bet you a pound to a penny it's your girl's.

She wasn't driving. He was.

All right. Thanks.

I spoke to the nurse.

She thinks they're gonna discharge you tomorrow.

What about the car?

It'll be gone by then.

We have testimony that George was driving.

And the forensics back that up.

Can I see it?

The car didn't kill him, the driver did.

The car's just a thing.

The last thing.

The last thing that touched him.

Sometimes he's very close to me.

Certain places.

Certain moments.

Certain things.

He's actually there.

It's like I live in two worlds at once.

Mine, where he's still here.

And I can feel him.

And yours, where he isn't.

NIGEL: I don't suppose you get to choose

where you put yourself in that.

Which world did wanting to kill George belong to?

I don't know.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Uh, Lena, is it?

Hi.Nicky the gardener.

Yeah.

I thought you were supposed to be locked up.

No. Not... Not yet.

My solicitor got the case adjourned, um,

for reports into my background.

So how... How are you doing?

[LENA LAUGHING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Where's your room?I've got somewhere better.

[YELLS]

[WHOOPING]

[NICKY BREATHING HEAVILY]

NIGEL: Twelve minutes after Martie Cairnes was knocked down and killed,

a call was made

from your brother's mobile to this number.

Is that yours?

George and I spoke all the time.

Yes. But on this particular occasion,

do you happen to remember what he wanted?

A favor, maybe.

A key to a construction site.

I'm not answering any more questions without a solicitor.

You knew, didn't you?

I'm not answering these questions.

You knew exactly...I'm not answering

because you are not asking the right questions.

Ask why a man who never knew a day's weakness in his life

would go to sleep one night and never wake up.

Ask where he's gone.

Ask me what I do now.

A woman lost her son.

Did you just choose not to think about it?

Every man is some woman's son.

George might as well have been mine.

But men like George don't count anymore, do they?

They're too successful.

Too privileged.

Wrong side of history.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

NIGEL: I'm gonna need you to stay on the island

and stay contactable.

Just until things settle down.

George threw my phone in the sea.

I don't have a purse, either.

Okay, well,

we can contact your bank from the station.

Before the station, there's something I'd like to do.

My friend Saima from school.

That woman would laminate anything.

Is Martie here?

No.

But I wanted to see all this,

so that's good.

Your husband used to sail, didn't he?

Frances Lane. I looked you up.

That must have been hard,

such a public death.

"Hero yachtsman loses lifesaving transatlantic rival."

I was still pregnant.

The press couldn't get enough of it.

Have you ever lost anyone?

Not that mattered to me.

There aren't that many people that do.

Your niece?

Yeah.

And her mum, my sister, Kate.

That's it?

It must be strange,

living life just for yourself.

You must wonder what you're for.

Public service.

[SCOFFS]

After I've given my statement,

I like to go and collect my things

from the house.

Well, we can send someone round to do that.

No.

I'd like to go myself.

What if he isn't there, either?

Then at least I'll have a change of clothes.

Okay. We'll get someone to drop you off.

Your purse,

the one you said you don't have anymore,

was it in your rucksack?

I read the witness statements,

said you walked into the sea with a rucksack on your back.

When the Coastguard pulled you out,

you didn't have it on anymore.

Yeah. I wanted it to weigh me down.

But it got too heavy too quickly.

I panicked, so I let it go.

Maybe tell the bank that you left your purse on the beach.

Fewer questions.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Marta? I've made an appointment with the undertaker...

Ah.

That's better.

Where's Vi?

I don't know what else you've had in your mouth.

Yes, you do.

[GLASS BREAKING]

[LAUGHS]

You mad freaking bitch!

[LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY]

Get out.

Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out!

Get her out of my sight and get her out of this house.

It's not even your house. It's her house now.

She can do what she bloody wants.

Maybe she'll throw you out.

Maybe it'll just be me and her

and you can go fuck yourself!

The two of you here raising George's son?

I don't think so.

He's my son, too.

And you have never in your life known how to look after him.

Leave her alone!

Oh, sisterly loyalty from you?

God almighty.

I am not leaving George's legacy

in the hands of a hysteric and a slut.

And I will not yield you this house.

Fucking bitch.And I will not let you have Phil.

All you do is damage. I hate you, do you know that?

[GUTTURAL SCREAM] No! No!

Just go.

Just... Just go.

Just get out. You're making things worse.

...off me.

[SIGHS]

[SOBS]

[FRANCES EXCLAIMS]Frances! Stop!

Stop! Frances!

FRANCES: Stop!

Stop! [CRIES]

No!

[SOBS]Stop, stop.

Stop! Stop!

Please stop!

[SOBBING]

You're okay. You're okay.

[DOOR OPENS]

Oh, hello, darling.

How can I help?

I need to speak to Detective Strangeways.

Can I say what it's about?

I killed my dad.

I'll just get someone.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

MARTA: Mrs. Violet?

You want to eat?

No.

I'm fine. Thank you.

I made garlic soup.

It's good for your health.

Good for everything.

[GRUNTS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

My laptop's missing.

There was a house search,

they might have picked it up then.

There's a photo on it.

I'll find out what happened to it.

Just grab what you need.

We'll pick you up a phone and get you set up in a hotel.

Okay?

[SOBS]

Come on.

Come on.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Be with you in a minute.

JOY: You made this happen, didn't you?

You stirred this up.

Look at you.

You're barely even a person.

You're just a husk.

I don't know why I didn't see it before.

I hope he haunts you for the rest of your days.

But he won't.

The dead never come back.

They're gone.

They are so completely gone.

[DOOR SLAMS]

Violet?

[SIGHS]

Oh, God.

Look at the place.

What were you thinking?

Are you even listening to me?

Yes, I'm listening.

This isn't gonna work.

What do you mean?This. You.

Well, it's just... It's just furniture, Joy.

Furniture?

There's a house to keep,

there's a business to run,

there's a child to raise.

You could barely cope when George was alive.

What are you gonna do now he's gone?

Learn.Learn how?

Oh. [SCOFFS] Look at you!

I mean, you're like a child with a box of matches.

You'd burn the house down if you were left alone.

Well, I know what George would say if he were here.

Same thing he said when Phil was born.

"Step in, will you, Joy?

"Just for a while,

"just while she gets herself together."

[SIGHS]

I'll call the lawyer in the morning.

We'll sort something out.

No. No, no. You don't need to do that. I'll be fine.

No, Violet, you won't.

You really, really won't.

[SIGHS] Help me clear up this mess.

Marta!

[WHIRRING]

This is DI Strangeways.

I will be conducting the interview.

If we could all state our name for the record, please.

Corinne West, Deepwood Solicitors.

Keith Whelan, Social Services.

Acting Appropriate Adult.

Phillip Rattery.

As it's not usual for a DI to be present at an interview like this,

I need to clarify for the record that I'm here at your request, Phil,

and with the agreement of your solicitor.

Ms. West and Mr. Whelan. Is that correct?

ALL: Yes.

So, Phil,

tell me about your dad.

I killed him.

Yesterday.

Well, I didn't kill him yesterday.

I killed him the day before, but he died yesterday.

And was that your intention?

To kill your dad?

Yes. He was being shitty to my mom.

In what way shitty?

Telling lies. Having sex with other people.

Having sex with her sister.

Is that even legal?

I used to think about killing my dad.

I wouldn't have known how, though.

How did you do it?

Painkillers.

I like to steal stuff.

I stole the knife because I wanted to stab him.

But after I did some research for Frances' crime book,

I thought that, um, poison might be easier,

so I stole some of his tramadol.

NIGEL: Okay, we can talk about that.

Before we do, tell me more about you and Frances.

You mentioned a crime book.

PHIL: Well, Frances was gonna be my summer tutor

and I thought I could use that time by helping her research.

It's written from the perspective of the murderer.

You've just got to think ahead.

You've always got to have a plan.

Wha...[KNOCK AT DOOR]

For the purposes of the tape,

PCSO Asha James entered the room and handed me a note.

Uh, I'd like to take a break there.

And interview paused at 18:03.

[CLICKS]

NIGEL: What a waste of time.

Overdose of tramadol, though.

It's what the kid was saying.

It's what anybody who'd been in the house would be saying.

There's tramadol in every bloody drawer.

"Whether intentional or accidental

"is impossible to infer

"given the deceased's blood alcohol levels

"and reports that he routinely exceeded the prescribed dose."

Well, they're certainly sitting on the fence.

What makes you so sure that the kid's not telling the truth?

What...

What is Rattery's prescribed dose?

PHIL: I put them in a gin and tonic.

NIGEL: What, all of them?

What time is this?

PHIL: 3:00. Maybe 4:00.

What happened then?

Nothing.

Until he went into his office after supper.

Right.

[BUTTON CLICKS]

Phil, did you kill your dad?

You know, before making a false confession,

you should have checked how much tramadol

someone can take without just collapsing.

Did you kill your dad?

Phil?

I need you to speak up for the tape, please.

No.

Why did you tell us that you did?

So you wouldn't believe Aunty Joy about mom.

Phil, I don't think you need to worry about your mom, okay?

Someone'll take you home after we've done the paperwork, all right?

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

[SOBBING]

The police just called.

Phil's at the station.

They're bringing him home now.

Well, that does rather prove my point.

Oh, what...I think you'd be happier somewhere else, Joy.

I think we'd be happier,

me and Phil,

if you didn't live here anymore.

But I...It's my house.

You will be happier.

[BELL TOLLING]

[SOBBING]

[EXHALES]

Frances was here earlier.

I hid.

I just...

I always hide when things are difficult.

I hid from you and George.

If I'd known about Frances' little boy, I...

I might have hidden from that, too, but I...

I hope not.

I'm so sorry.

[SOBS]

I'm so sorry.

I should have stopped him.

I should have stopped you.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to move it.

George bought it. I've always hated it.

I don't know what I'm gonna do on my own.

[GRUNTS]

Sorry.

Sorry.It's all right, sweetheart.

It's going to be all right.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Hello.

SAIMA: Uh, this is Saima Majani.

Um, we met at Frances Cairnes' flat.

Yeah, hi.

I'm sorry to be calling so early in the morning,

but Frances just called me and basically,

she's asked me to go to the flat

to check and see if Martie was there.

She wasn't making any sense, but she was so distressed,

and I'm really worried.

[SIGHS] Okay, um...

What number did she call you from?

Can you text it to this phone?

I didn't recognize it. It's not her number

but it's on my phone. I can send it to you.

Okay. Yeah, text it to me. Okay. All right.

Okay, I'll do it now.Try not to worry. Okay, bye. Bye.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Ah.[CELL PHONE CHIMES]

[LINE RINGING]

Frances?

[BIRDS HONKING]

Is he here?

He isn't anywhere anymore.

I was thinking about how beautiful it'll be out there now,

with the sun coming up.

And the wind.

If you could sail anywhere right now,

where would you go?

I can't sail at all.

If someone else was taking you.

If I was taking you.

Phil talked to me yesterday.

He mentioned you two sailing together.

It seemed to make him very happy.

Is he all right?

He told us he'd murdered his father.

We didn't believe him.

So come on.

If you could sail anywhere?

I don't know.

You?

Back.

But I'd settle for out there.

[BEEPS]

[ENGINE STARTS]

FRANCES: Look at it.

That's why I kept bringing Martie back here.

You know, half that island runs a rust bucket car

so they can keep a boat on the water.

That's how good it feels.

What if we'd never come?

What if we'd been a minute later?

What if I'd never learned to sail... What if?

You can unpick a whole life that way.

I'm sorry

that you've lost Martie.

That you can't feel him anymore.

I think it's just he doesn't want to be near me anymore.

Because of what you've done?

I got your bloods from the hospital.

Couldn't see how you'd get him to take it

without taking it yourself.

That's what was in the rucksack.

That's why you wanted to get rid of it.

I put it in the brandy.

In a hip flask.

I knew he'd take more when he got home. He always did.

I checked the dosages online.

NIGEL: What did you think was gonna happen afterwards?

I thought things would be different.

I thought I'd feel different.

You know,

the first time I met you,

I couldn't... [SIGHS]

I couldn't figure out what was keeping you on your feet.

I thought, "She's got all the answers I need."

I wish I'd thought a bit harder.

Was it always gonna be tramadol?

Phil's gonna need help making sense of this, you know?

They all are.

I was gonna drown him.

And make it look like an accident.

But when you found out who I was...

I'm sorry.

But I don't think that's gonna help Phil understand anything.

That thing you said about

Martie not wanting to be near you,

I don't think that's how it works with your parents.

In fact, I know it's not.

[GROANS]

When you thought I had all the answers...

Why were you looking?

Someone got shot.

[RECORDER CLICKS AND BEEPS]

Someone important?

Not to me.

[SIGHS] They were to someone who could be.

I don't really know how to do that.

[LAUGHS]

That's not really a skill you acquire.

That's a decision you take.

Seriously.

If you're not gonna risk

having people in your life that you can't bear to lose,

what's the point?

I'm not the one you should be feeling sorry for.

I have had so much love in my life.

So much love.

[GRUNTS]

FRANCES: [SHOUTING] Swim!

Please!

You don't have to say anything.

I've got three months off work.

Really?

That's what I asked for.

Perhaps I should have asked for six.

What would you like to do?

I don't know.

Sleep, maybe.

I seem to be tired all the time at the moment.

That sounds like grief.

[SHUDDERS]