Vera (2011–…): Season 12, Episode 1 - Against the Tide - full transcript

TENSE MUSIC

MUFFLED ANNOUNCEMENT OVER TANNOY

PHONE BLEEPS

Get off my bus. Now!

Or I'll report you.

TENSE MUSIC

Pathetic - both of you.

Lyle!

PHONE VIBRATES

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

TENSE MUSIC



SEAGULLS CAW

Morning, Ma'am.

Malcolm's in a foul mood.

Oh, nothing new there, then.

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

A lighthouse technician.

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

I've left a message
with Missing Persons.

Morning, Jac. Morning, Ma'am.

Have we got a name
for our sailor yet?

No ID was found on the
victim or the boat,

but there was a registration
number on its radio.

I'll run it through the
UK Ship Register. Great.

How about the coastguard?
Any distress signals?



No, nothing.

That boat could've
come in from anywhere.

Right, come on.

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

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

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

I'm funny like that (!)

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

So, what can you tell us?

You know the score,
DCI Stanhope.

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

What time of death?

It doesn't look like
he died this morning.

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

is some time in the
last two or three days.

So Friday or Saturday.

Any clue as to how he died?

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

Yeah, well, something
happened here.

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

There is minor swelling,

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

Move.

There's a nastier
head injury back here.

Assaulted?

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

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

Right, well...

See this lividity pattern
on the side of his face?

This tells me that he was lying
on something very specific

for several hours after he died,

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

Are you saying he's been moved?

Or whatever it was
was washed overboard.

Right, thanks, Malcolm.

As quick as you can on this one

cos if he has been
dead a couple of days,

could be someone at home
needs to know about it.

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

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

Frank Channing. Missing
Persons got back to us.

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

Yeah, I checked the
electoral register as well

and got his next of kin.

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

make a start on the timeline.

I want to know where
he was last week,

what he was doing,
and who he met.

Ma'am.

So, who is the next of kin?

Looks like his wife,
Julia Channing.

SHE EXHALES I hate this bit.

Right. Wish me luck.

Dad!

I'm very sorry, Mrs Channing.

What am I gonna tell Lyle?

Er... our, our son.

Just turned 18.

They were tight...

More mates than father and son.

Well, at least they used to be.

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

Mrs Channing, when did
you last see your husband?

She's already said this
to Missing Persons.

Don't you lot speak
to each other?

The Friday.

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

and then he left
almost straightaway.

Said it couldn't wait.

So what was the emergency?

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

What was his job?

Principal licensing officer,
Northumberland And City Council.

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

He messaged me Friday.

Said he was going sailing.

He said he'd be back Sunday.

Sunday. And where would
he have launched from?

It varied on the tide.

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

OK, love.

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

What's that got to
do with anything?

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

Oh, yes, right. Sorry.

Thanks, love.

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

Aye. Weekend, night sailing.

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

And he'd normally
be back by Sunday?

He'd arranged to meet Lyle.

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

Working on it together
at Hauxley Sailing Club.

And is that where your
husband kept his own boat?

Aye. He was a member.

It was practically
his second home.

Oh...

WHISPERS: It's all right.

Well, that's it for now, love.

Thanks for your
time, Mrs Channing.

Mr Allen.

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

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

where you were, wouldn't she?

She'd be ringing
you up to complain.

ON PHONE: 'So, what's
the next step, Ma'am?'

ON PHONE: 'Now, Frank
was a licensing officer,

'with the Northumberland
City Council.'

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

ON PHONE: 'Let's see
what they can tell us.'

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

Er, no, pet, it can't.

How long had Frank
been at the council?

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

He was practically
part of the furniture.

We know on Friday afternoon,

he was dealing with an
urgent work matter...

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

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

Well, is it possible
he'd changed his mind

and decided to work instead?

Frank was dedicated to the
council and its values,

but he had a good
work-life balance.

Where's his office?

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

I'll check it out...

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

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

We're not looking for
state secrets, love.

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

He was popular with everyone.

So, no problems with
disgruntled licensees,

or friction with councillors?

No, nothing like that.

Did he ever talk
about his home life?

Frank was professional. He kept
his private life out of the office.

D'you have permission
to do that?

Detective Sergeant Aiden Healey
- Northumberland and City Police.

Oh. Did you work with Frank?

Ever since I left college.

I'm Leonie. Becker.

How did he die?

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

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

on Friday?

Anything major's flagged
up on the staff intranet.

It doesn't look like
anything came in.

We don't have major
emergencies as such.

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

but that's it.

HE EXHALES OK.

Day to day, what
did his job entail?

The usual management
responsibilities.

Staff appraisals,
inspection regimes.

I can send you a copy
of his job description.

That'd be helpful, thanks.

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

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

having worked so many
years at the council.

We both went for this
job - head of licensing.

Oh, but you got it?

They liked the work I'd
done in procurement.

They wanted a fresh
face, fresh ideas.

Being overlooked, though,

that must've been a
bitter pill to swallow.

Well, if it was,
he never showed it.

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

and any other devices
he might've used.

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

Oh, well, while
you're doing that,

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

Maybe get access to
everyone's computer?

I'll see what I can do.

Anything useful in that diary?

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

Endless meetings.

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

Oh, cos he knew he'd be away.

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

Aye, that's what I'm thinking.

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

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

So let's get over
to that sailing club

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

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

Mm. That's a bit of
an understatement.

Yeah. Pulled that
footage you asked for.

So, he arrives at 14:40...

And he left at...

..16:30.

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

Key fob. How much
does the CCTV cover?

Everything around
the main gate here.

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

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

Aye, no problem.

Can anyone get near the
boats without a fob?

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

Can you show me where
Frank kept his boat?

Yeah.

It was just here.

And you don't have a camera
covering this area? No.

But sailors are a
close-knit community.

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

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

How long does it
take to hitch a boat?

Varies. Experienced sailors
- around 30 to 35 minutes.

Well, Frank was here
knocking on two hours.

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

Other than Amble and Alnwick,

where else could he
have set sail from?

Anywhere with a
proper launch ramp,

or that's shallow
enough to drive in.

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

Not on Friday, not at that time.

Well, he wouldn't
have sailed far.

He had plans for
Sunday afternoon.

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

Mm.

Is that it? Yeah.

No-one saw him coming
or leaving Friday.

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

He is...

But what, love? PHONE RINGS

Nothing.

No, come on. You were
gonna say something.

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

Aye, you do, pet.

I dunno.

He's gone into himself lately.

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

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

We have to stop meeting
like this, DCI Stanhope.

Yeah, say that again.

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

Samples are on the
way to the lab. Right.

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

None whatsoever. We found
no blood on the ground,

and there's no trace
evidence of an assault.

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

Recognise that?

You've got to be kidding me.

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

Correct.

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

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

And that could be anywhere.

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

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

Could be Frank or his killer.

Or anyone in between,
come to that.

Did SOCOs find anything
at the sailing club?

They're going down
there this morning.

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

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

Jac, where are we
on the timeline?

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

His car pinged the ANPR,

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

His boss gave us a copy
of his job description.

He didn't do
inspections any more,

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

He returns to his car at 9:15AM.

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

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

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

This time, wearing a cap.

Yeah, that's him.

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

hasn't been found anywhere else.

Maybe that's what
the killer was after.

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

Did he? We need
to find them both.

But why would he be
at the bus station

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

On his own when he
returned to his car.

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

From say 7:30 to 9:15.

That's gonna take some
time to get through.

Yeah. Well, they better
get started, then!

JAC: On it, Ma'am.

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

Someone killed him,
dumped him in his boot.

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

some emergency at work. Then
tells her he's gonna be off

for the weekend. Now what
does that sound like?

Problems at home.

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

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

Now, Kenny, phone records?

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

was from an unregistered
device in Acklington.

But Frank's own phone
pings off the same tower

about 20 minutes later.

So looks like he's
driven straight there.

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

so he dealt with that
emergency pretty quickly.

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

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

could've been a butt dial.

Could've been a
what? A butt dial.

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

Oh...

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

I learnt from the best, Ma'am.

HE LAUGHS

Well, we need to track
down this Callum Terry.

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

So, Mr Channing
suffered a head injury.

I already know that.

Is it from an assault
or what? Accident?

Well, it could've been either.

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

He would've suffered
a mild concussion.

Been back on his feet within
a couple of days. So, what?

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

Caused by?

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

or people falling from
significant heights,

out of windows, for example.

Obviously we can rule
both those things out.

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

So you think he was
hit with something...

or kicked?

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

judging by the shape
of the bruising.

You see here.

Now, the blunt force
trauma would've caused

a hemopneumothorax. Hm?

No? Oh, disappointing,
DCI Stanhope.

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

And those injuries to
his wrists and fingers...

They're historic injuries.

What, sailing-related?

Er, hard to tell without
more context. Right.

Thanks, Malcolm.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

Here you are.

Animal, vegetable or mineral?

It's a bacon bap. My treat.

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

Oh, news travels fast.

So when where you thinking
of telling us? Erm...

Or were you just
gonna disappear?

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

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

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

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

But, Malcolm... Yeah.

Good luck, love.

Well, it's been fun.

Sort of.

What?

SOCOs have found
blood on Lyle's boat.

If that is our victim's blood...

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

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

And bag this fleece up.

Look, just let me
past! DS Healy.

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

Look, move out the way!

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

OFFICER: Hey, calm
yourself down.

DCI Stanhope, I'm
in charge here.

I'm very sorry about
your dad, love,

but you DO NOT shout
at my officers.

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

That's me dad's fleece.

Yeah, well, thanks for
confirming that, pet.

Now, I need you to
go with my officer.

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

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

It's your right.

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

Oi, show some respect.

Tell me what you can
remember about Friday.

What, all day? No,
lunchtime onwards.

I went to college.
Came home for lunch -

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

Aye.

Did you talk to
him? Not really.

Him and my mum were
sitting holding hands

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

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

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

We had different ideas
about things. Like?

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

Anyone in particular?

Take your pick.

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

Answer me, love! I
went back to college.

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

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

now you're treating
him like a suspect.

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

I'm ruling nobody out.

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

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

there or anywhere else.

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

you come through me first.

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

What laptop? The one
he bought recently.

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

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

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

Anything else?

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

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

Dunno. You're the detective.

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

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

Do you fancy a brew?

BARISTA: There you
go. Thanks, love.

Sorry for before. Nah.

Lyle's a good kid.

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

Lyle accused his
dad of being weak.

Says that's why
they drifted apart.

Does that ring true?
Frank wasn't weak.

But he was diplomatic.

Lyle sees the world
in black and white.

Has anything...

significant happened in the
family over the past few weeks?

I don't know what you mean.

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

And I thought you
were being genuine.

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

And that means
uncomfortable questions.

We were just a bog-standard
married couple.

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

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

Does the name Callum Terry
mean anything to you?

Your husband called
him on Friday.

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

Frank and I were
married 20 years.

We'd learned to give
each other space.

And we trusted each other.

That's what real love is.

None of this feels real.

We couldn't believe it
when Julia phoned. No.

I believe you're both
friends of the family.

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

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

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

at 3:15 on Friday. Aye.

Confirming a night out.

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

Where d'you work?
In the hospital.

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

Surgeon. Orthopaedics.

Friday was the last
time me and Frank spoke.

And how did he seem? Erm...

same as usual. Said
he was going sailing.

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

or at home?

Er, he-he never
said anything to me.

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

Lying's not gonna help anyone.

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

Oonagh! What?

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

how is any of this
helping Frank?

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

Things had become stale
between him and Julia.

Lyle says they were
holding hands on Friday,

so maybe things
were on the mend?

I got the opposite impression.

Where'd he go?

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

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

That was Frank all over.

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

Right. Come on.
Where are we up to?

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

but, er, some of it's missing.

Missing? Yeah, it's odd.

Well, get a warrant
for the hard drive.

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

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

Malcolm's flagged up some
unexplained historic injuries.

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

Maybe the laptop's up there.

In a lock-up?

Now that's a long shot, but
check it out, Mark. Ma'am.

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

Frank talked to an
"Alison Ayad" 14 times.

Well, they don't
sound like butt dials.

Far from it. These are
long conversations.

And she's from Acklington.

Not a million miles from
where he was on Friday.

When I talked to her
social housing provider,

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

Nitesh Ayad.

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

Care worker was killed,
had four bairns.

Kylie Summerley.

Well, Nitesh Ayad
got six years for it,

but he was released two
weeks ago on licence.

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

Frank Channing?! Yeah.

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

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

cosy chats with the
driver's missus.

And now he's dead.

Maybe Frank's the
reason she stayed put.

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

after her husband was banged up.

She probably didn't
want to uproot the kids.

DCI Stanhope, DS Healey.

Tesh! It's the police!

Thank you so much for coming.

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

We're here about Frank
Channing. We know.

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

but he's come good.

I think we're at
crossed purposes, love.

We're investigating
Mr Channing's death.

That's it. It's over!

He's dead.

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

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

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

That wasn't my fault...

You fell asleep at
the wheel, Mr Ayad.

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

I just wanted to be vindicated.

That's why Mr Channing
was helping us.

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

They're totally
bent. In what way?

Making drivers
work illegal hours.

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

Have you got
proof of that? No.

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

But now they've
started up again.

How d'you know that?

"Carmen".

Another driver that
used to work with Tesh.

She came to see me,

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

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

I felt he should help
put things right.

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

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

It wasn't true.

D'you have this
Carmen's details?

She'd been working with
Frank, gathering evidence.

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

PAPER RIPS ..you never know...

she might still
help. Thanks, love.

Now, did either of you see Frank
on Friday? Maybe in the afternoon?

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

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

VERA: Do we believe that? Frank
was turning whistleblower?

What would be in it for him?

Clear his conscience?

Cos if it turns out
Through-Bus is dodgy,

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

Now, at the time
of the fatal crash,

Frank's job included
overseeing inspections,

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

relating to Through-Bus.

Jac, dig out the transcripts
and witness statements

from that public inquiry.

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

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

maybe that's where he started.

Tech didn't find anything
about Through-Bus

on Frank's work computer.

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

HEALEY: Without running it
past his boss first? Mmm.

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

JAC SIGHS What am I looking at?

These initials, "SR".

Frank met up with his
union rep, Sue Ronsel,

several times in the
past few weeks. Did he?

PHONE RINGS HEALEY:
'Hello, CID.'

So, was his work life difficult?

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

The rep's based over in Blyth.

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

See what she can
tell us. Ma'am.

MOBILE RINGS, BEEPS

Yeah. I'm on me way.

Julia's at the mortuary.

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

SHE CLICKS TONGUE

It never gets any easier.

My mam died when I was ten.

That's tough going.

Aye. But I had my dad.

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

You see, you didn't
mention that your husband

had moved out of
the marital home.

Who told you that?

Oh, don't tell me, Oonagh.

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

Why would he tell me?

The grieving widow knew
nothing about her husband.

Her marriage was
going down the toilet.

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

It's embarrassing!

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

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

As part of our investigation,

we've been looking
into your background.

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

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

I've been straight
since Lyle was born.

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

Is that right?

Look, I wasn't the best dad.

And when Lyle came along,

I wanted to do right
by him and my daughter.

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

when you found out Frank
was leaving your daughter.

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

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

Now, hang on, hang on.

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

even though Frank
was living elsewhere?

As far as I know.

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

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

You'll have to ask him yourself.

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

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

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

like you told us.

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

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

What, after seeing your
mam and dad together again?

Just to sit.

Did you see your dad here?

Yeah, and he saw me.

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

I just pretended
he wasn't there.

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

Ah, well, my officers
will check that.

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

Aye, when forensics
have finished with it.

You know, Lyle,
you and your dad,

I think you'd have
worked things out.

You know what I thought of him.

Aye, but you still turned up
here, on Sunday, didn't you,

to work on the boat?

Expecting your dad to turn up.

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

Er... The fleece...

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

You never said why were
you looking for me.

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

when he left home.

Cal and Oonagh's.

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

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

Thanks, love.

VERA'S KEYPAD BEEPS

PHONE RINGS Aiden...

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

all you're doing is
withholding vital information.

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

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

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

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

I thought Frank was
her friend as well.

This flat is supposed to
be a holiday let. And?

I didn't tell her
Frank was staying here.

It was... It was only temporary.

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

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

Something like that...

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

But why keep it from her?

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

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

But Frank would've
done the same for me.

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

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

I'm gonna ask you something
again, and I want the truth.

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

Aye.

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

There's no laptop.
I told you that.

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

And next time you lie to me,

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

VERA: So, Frank's
boss wanted him gone.

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

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

discovers something dodgy
about the bus company,

why would Belinda be bothered?

I mean, does it
make her look bad?

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

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

Jac...

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

She says Leonie Becker filed a
formal complaint against Frank,

accused him of "unfair
treatment in the workplace".

Apparently he singled her out,

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

And what was the outcome?

Frank was about to get sacked.

BEEP We're onto something.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

You failed to mention
Frank was being forced out.

He was dead - why
sully his name?

It could've been relevant
to our investigation!

"Popular with
everyone", you told us.

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

He was undermining junior
staff. In what way?

I can't divulge
confidential information.

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

Well, I need to
hear that from her.

Where is she?

Court. For a licensing case.

And another thing, did you
know Frank was looking into

that Through-Bus crash
from three years back?

No. Why?

He believed he'd found evidence

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

Well...

why didn't he tell me?

Why indeed?

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

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

institute an
emergency inspection.

Inform the Health and
Safety Commission.

Have you got access
to this information?

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

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

I'll do everything
I can to help.

Aiden? 'Ma'am.'

Get over to the court
and find Leonie Becker.

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

If she put in a complaint,

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

And chase up the inspection
reports for Through-Bus.

There's something's
not right here.

MAN: It's all detailed
in the report.

You made a complaint
against Frank.

That's right. And
he deserved it.

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

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

I challenged Frank about it,

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

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

How worked up?

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

Jason said I should
make a formal complaint,

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

Hewley. Works at the
sailing club. Thank you.

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

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

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

There's some footage
missing from the CCTV.

How d'you explain that?

Happens sometimes, the system
cuts out, reboots itself.

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

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

They're like elephants
- they never forget.

See, here's the missing footage.

VERA: Oof!

I just wanted him to
back off with Leonie.

And you let your
fists do the talking.

Dress rehearsal for
Friday, was it...

I never saw Frank
on Friday, I swear!

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

No! Now, on Friday,
Frank turned up at 14:40.

And you disappeared.

You were missing for
nearly two hours.

Means, motive, opportunity...

I wasn't there. I was...

..in a meeting. OK.

So, where was the meeting?

That's a simple
enough question, love.

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

Business premises?

Not exactly. Their house?

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

Their car!

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

Name and address of this client.

She's married.

Oh, now we get it.

I'll lose everything.
My job. Leonie.

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

Leonie's boss.

Belinda Rayford?

You were seeing Belinda Rayford?

Since when?

Christmas.

Last Friday, we met
outside the club,

drove to a lay-by.

Leonie's complaint
to HR about Frank,

she told my officer here,

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

Aye. She wanted to let it go,

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

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

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

did she happen to suggest that
the likes of Frank Channing

shouldn't be working
at the council?

Did she? Answer the question.

No. Are you sure?

Yeah, but the way she said it,

his behaviour was
affecting other people...

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

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

Nothing to do with Leonie.

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

And you helped her!

We're checking Belinda's alibi.

Her and Jason, though...

Nah, well, takes all sorts.

Her office said that
she's at a welcome brunch

for European dignitaries,
some kind of twinning event.

Well, let's gatecrash the party.

INDECIPHERABLE CHATTER

Can I get a quick photo?

Oh, yes. Lovely, thank you.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

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

Hmm.

Bit close to home, isn't it?

We're two consenting adults.

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

Well, he thinks you're married.

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

No-one's getting hurt.

Does that include Leonie?

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

and for some reason,
you want him gone.

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

Yes. His behaviour fell
below the standards

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

I reckon she was handling
the row just fine.

Hmm, so you wind Jason up,

send him off to find
Frank to wallop him,

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

and, oops, he's killed him.

Ridiculous.

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

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

So, what did Frank have on you?

Hmm?

Was he blackmailing
you about something?

I've answered your
questions, Inspector,

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

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

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

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

Yeah, well, keep
looking, all of you!

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

MOBILE RINGS

Mark! Where are you?

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

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

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

VERA: 'Did you find that bag?'

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

Er, well, his laptop was inside.

Good work, Mark.

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

I'm gonna get it
send over to Tech.

Yeah, well, keep
me informed. BEEP

Mark's found the laptop.

Now, as soon as we get it,

I want everyone going
through those files.

Ma'am, Frank did get a bus!

He boarded the L80
to Alnwick on Friday.

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

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

Carmen...

She was the one helping Nitesh.

WOMAN: See you, Carmen. Bye.

HEALEY: There's an
investigation going on.

INDECIPHERABLE CHATTER

TOOLS CLATTER

FAINT DRILLING

Fancy a cuppa? Oh!

VERA: I know this is
hard for yer... Do you?

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

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

Principles don't put
food on the table.

What were you and Frank
arguing about on Friday?

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

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

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

It's happened to other drivers.

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

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

Then Frank got in touch.

I did everything I
could to help him.

In what way?

These are my
tachographs. Tachographs?

They record driver information.

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

Why've you got two?

So we can work illegal
hours, double shifts.

We get paid,

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

So you gave those
to Frank? Yeah.

He downloaded all
the original data.

When he checked it
against the time sheets

given by the bus company...

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

And Frank were
gonna expose them.

Why did you back out
of the investigation?

Cos...

Frank wanted time to persuade
other drivers to join us.

He was on a mission.

They wanted none of it

and started making
life difficult for me.

Told Frank I were backing out.

Tesh was angry
with me and Frank.

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

CARMEN: They were upset
that he was released

after only serving
only half his sentence.

GLASS SHATTERS, SCREAMS

Are you all right?

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

He had tunnel vision
about the investigation.

Said he was gonna
"present his findings",

to Health and Safety.
At the council?

No, he were going to the top -

straight to the Health
and Safety Commission.

Which would take time, and...

..Tesh wasn't happy.

VERA: Just for the record,

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

L114 to Bamburgh Castle.
Feel free to check.

Yeah, I will, love.

Someone bricked the
Ayads' house. Anyone hurt?

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

BANGS BRICK DOWN
You're a killer!

Hey! GRUNTING

THUD, GROANS

What did you think you
were going to achieve,

threatening Belinda
Rayford? Justice.

Why target her?
She's in charge.

She's always in the papers,

shaking hands with
VIPs, living it up.

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

It's not looking
good for you, Nitesh.

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

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

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

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

and he's talking
about "due process"

and that we need more
drivers to come forward?

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

Nah. I decided to
do things my way.

And what did that involve?

Tracking him down
at the sailing club?

He was alive when he left mine!

So, you did meet
Frank on Friday. What?

Yeah... I messaged him.

The mystery text.

Why'd you message him?

Cos I was at her place, Kylie's.

The woman I killed.

Her family were
harassing my daughters.

I wanted them to stop!

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

Don't know. Start
by asking them.

Frank texted back.
Told me to hang fire,

that he'd come over.

But I was already
at Kylie's house.

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

And what?

And I thought,
"What's the point?

"Nobody bloody
listens." VERA TUTS

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

and he made sure I got home OK.

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

And now he's dead.

How am I gonna
protect my daughters?

What is it we're missing?

Frank was a by-the-book
kinda fella.

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

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

But why was she so worried?

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

Well, she'd end up looking bad.

Or it was something
else he discovered.

Mark, did Tech come back
with anything we can use

from Frank's laptop?
Emails and such.

Aye, but they're pretty generic.

Stuff like, "The issue
we discussed today".

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

How long have Through-Bus
had the council contract?

Er, by the looks
of it, four years.

And she's been head of
licensing for three.

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

before she was
promoted to licensing.

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

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

What do we know about them?

Major shareholders, directors?

Er, Tabuk Holdings
owns a 52% stake,

and Strieber Finance,
a 40% holding.

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

Who's the top dog there?

A William Patrick Sandown.
Managing director.

Strieber Finance
is a Wilbur Morgan.

Right, now, we need
to find a connection

between Belinda Rayford and
either of those companies.

And check the
society pages. What?

Well, why not? She likes
hobnobbing with VIPs.

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

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

or any of the
companies mentioned.

SHE EXHALES DEEPLY

Try Belinda Morgan.
HEALEY: What?

Or Belinda Sandown.

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

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

There's still nothing
listed with Companies House.

Oh, there's got to be something.

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

shows William Patrick
Sandown living with his wife,

Belinda Evelyn
Sandown, in Newcastle.

We need to find out which
contracts she approved,

and how many of those were given

to companies owned by
William Patrick Sandown.

He got a sneak preview
of his competitors' bids,

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

Unmitigated fraud.

And I think that's
what Frank uncovered.

Nitesh Ayad will be
going back to prison.

He's breached the
terms of his probation.

There are no winners in
a situation like this.

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

Now, we've read Frank's report.

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

Slashing wages,
piling on the hours.

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

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

He never showed me any
evidence of wrongdoing.

No?

Well, how about
when he found out

you used to be married to
William Patrick Sandown,

Managing Director
of Tabuk Holdings,

who have lucrative
shares in Through-Bus?

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

..not my marriage status. Hmm.

But you were a senior
officer in the department

who awarded those contracts.

Did you declare a
conflict of interest?

You can't ask me about this.

I didn't kill Frank.
Check my alibi.

I was with Jason.

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

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

While you were swanning
around in your designer heels,

families were grieving.

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

He left me!

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

He left me with nothing!

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

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

It's a simple yes or no, pet.

Yes, I did.

Then the bastard left me.

And that was it.

I wanted nothing to do with it.

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

He wouldn't give me
time to fix things.

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

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

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

Jealous, are you?
Come on, love.

You can sneer all
you like about Jason.

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

..makes me feel attractive.

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

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

maybe Kylie Summerley
would still be alive.

And maybe her daughters
would still have a mam.

But they don't,

because people like you care
more about holidays and fast cars

than they do about
anything else.

Now, just for the record,

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

the council... and the CPS.

Interview terminated. BEEP

Kenny. Have we checked
Belinda Rayford's alibi?

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

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

on the way to Alnwick
at 13:00 hours.

VERA SIGHS

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

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

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

We're getting nowhere
fast here, Kenny.

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

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

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

get over to Leonie Becker.

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

Leonie? How you doing? Great.

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

I've pulled the
files you wanted.

Most of these are records of
standard licence applications.

We keep those for
a couple of years.

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

They've asked me to
step up - temporarily.

Is that good news?

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

Well, good luck.

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

These came in at
around about the time

Frank started acting
weird. Did they?

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

KEYPAD BEEPS, MOBILE RINGS

BEEP Aiden.

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

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

Who?

INDECIPHERABLE CHATTER

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

The council issued you
with a closure order,

on the tenth of last month,

and soon after that it
conveniently disappeared.

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

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

I've got a living to make.

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

Well, you're looking
in the wrong place.

I might've asked
him for a favour.

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

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

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

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

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

I was.

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

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

Grandad? Grandad?

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

Mum's having one
of her meltdowns.

HEALEY: We need to speak
to him about your dad.

Hang on. Hang on...

How did you know where
to look for Frank?

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

Why?

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

But please can we go?

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

Does your mam often
have these meltdowns?

Now and again.

Ah, so, what's
triggered this one?

Something stupid.

OK, Oonagh came
round with flowers.

And when she'd left,
Mam started ranting

about how she's
rubbing her face in it.

What did she mean by that?

An affair?

Oh, Julia...

Well?

I had no designs on Frank.

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

Because she's insecure.

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

we were on the same wavelength.

Julia can be paranoid. Yeah.

No, it was Lyle who told us.

I wasn't sleeping with Frank.

Look, I would never do
anything to hurt Lyle.

Well, someone did.

He turned up at the
scrapyard with a black eye.

Said it happened
down at college.

That was probably a lie.

What do you mean by that?

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

Look, one of you
better start talking,

or you're both down the nick.

It was one time, erm,

it was 18 months,
maybe two years ago,

Frank presented with an
unexplained serious wrist fracture.

And we, I patched him up.

Why unexplained?

Well, he refused to tell
us what had happened.

Anyway, we agreed, didn't we?

That we'd never do
anything like that again.

For Frank's sake,
and for our careers.

Well, who do you think hurt him?

Isn't it obvious?

Ah, about time.

I'm sitting here
like a plum, waiting.

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

I won't keep you here
much longer. BEEP

Er, commencing interview
with Glynn Allen.

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

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

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

No, Julia was worried about him.

I went to make sure
everything was OK,

and he wasn't there.

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

What d'you mean - "safe"?

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

And you think I
did it? Did you?

I'd never lay a
hand on my grandson.

Well, you've got form.

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

upsetting your daughter?

Someone assaulted him.

The same as someone
assaulted Frank!

I never touched Frank.

His friends reckon you're
perfectly capable of it.

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

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

might've wanted to hurt him?

I mean, two members
from the same family.

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

Would you care to
elaborate on that?

I-I didn't know what to do.

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

But then it was too late.

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

Who's a good person?

Julia. Hold on...

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

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

Does she have one
of those meltdowns?

She's not a monster.

It all started with her
just shouting at him.

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

It-It just got worse.

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

or said something
she didn't like...

..she'd beat him...

..sometimes really badly.

But-But she was always sorry,

and I told her it weren't right.

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

Like she did when
she was little.

It's to stop you
being angry with her.

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

and everything'd get sorted.

Well, maybe he did... on Friday.

Mr Allen...

..do you think your
daughter killed Frank?

Ah, can you tell me
about Friday, pet?

Frank was leaving me.

Must've come as a
terrible shock for you.

I thought he just
needed a bit of time.

But he only came home
to pick up his things.

Did he say why?

We barely had a chance to talk,

what with Lyle coming home and
Frank getting that message.

Twenty years of marriage,

and he can't be
bothered explaining why.

Mm-hm.

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

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

Your dad's told us
the truth, love.

He promised.

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

what happened next?

Dad went to the flat.

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

SHE WHISPERS: Aye...
He wasn't there.

So I called the office

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

to go sailing.

So, you went to
the sailing club.

He was by his boat.

He looked so happy...

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

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

He fell, hit his head.

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

So, is that why you
kicked him? What?

You kicked him!

I didn't.

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

Well, that must've
been hard to take.

Nah. It was typical.

I should've got out years ago.

SHE QUIETLY SOBS

Those tears won't
wash with me, pet.

Look...

..I didn't kill Frank.

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

..with a head injury?

I knew he was gonna
get looked after.

Now, then, Cal and
Oonagh Terry...

Right, listen to this, Friday,

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

to try and persuade her
husband not to divorce her.

They get into a
row, she pushes him

and he falls and bangs his head.

And she just leaves him there...

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

Who's a nurse.
And his best mate.

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

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

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

why didn't Cal tell
us he saw Frank?

Get your coat.

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

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

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

but he injured his head.

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

Now, what would Cal's
response have been?

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

Where is he, love?

Cal would never
hurt Frank. Ever.

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

he needs to tell
us what happened.

There might be a simple
explanation. He loved Frank.

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

Now, where is he?

Maybe try him down at
the hospital later.

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

And how long's he
been doing that?

Last couple of weeks.

Mrs Terry...

..Frank's injury on
Friday was concussion,

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

"Just confirming a
night out", he said.

You must have misunderstood.
Why would he lie?

Cos if he went
down to see Frank,

he was probably the last
person to see him alive.

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

I-I'm sorry, love.

No, he did!

Put out on all
units for Cal Terry.

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

SHE SOBS

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

Nothing on ANPR either.

Ma'am. Hospital's clear.

Boss, I think we've got him.

The women at the lighthouse
just reported seeing a man

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

Right. Kenny, alert uniform,

but tell 'em not to approach
until I get there. Yes, Ma'am.

INDECIPHERABLE CHATTER

Where is he? He's
around there!

Right, thanks, love.

Wait here.

OCEAN GENTLY RUMBLES

SEAGULLS SQUAWK

Do you wanna talk to me, Cal?

I'm not a killer.

No matter what you might think.

I loved Frank...

..for more than 25 years.

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

Cos after Julia assaulted him,

he rang the one person
he knew he could trust.

I was on shift, but, er,

I dropped everything and went
straight to the sailing club.

And how was he?

A bit woozy.

I told him I should take
him to the hospital,

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

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

..and he told me the
marriage was over.

And what was your reaction?

Relief.

You know what she did to him.

She's evil.

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

it was like old times...

laughing, it was
just easy, you know.

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

..I finally kissed him.

Frank just stared
at me, shocked.

I thought I'd ruined everything.

And then he kissed me back.

I've never felt so
completely at home.

Last Friday at the
sailing club...

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

Like it had never happened.

Hmph.

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

I didn't get it.

We had the flat.

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

..but he was talking
about him and Lyle.

I didn't feature in his plans.

You thought he'd
left Julia for you?

SNIFFS

I felt like such a fool.

The betrayal - it
was unbearable.

He could tell I was upset,

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

but I didn't want his pity.

So, I turned round and...

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

And he went down, and...

It was an accident.

He swore at me,

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

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

And I felt this rage.

Before he could even get up...

..I kicked him.

Just the once. But so hard.

How could I do that?

And then what?

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

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

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

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

Then I realised,
I had blood on me.

Er... Frank's blood.

So, I rushed back to him and...

and... there was no pulse.

Poor Frank.

I didn't know what to do.

But what you did do

was dump his body into
the boot of his car

and drive off.

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

Then stop romanticising, pet.

You kicked him so hard,

his lungs were
punctured and collapsed.

Now, you could've got help.

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

You even texted Julia
from Frank's phone,

making her think he was
alive and going off sailing.

I felt detached,

like it was happening
to someone else, I..

I sat in the car for hours.

Yeah, waiting for
it to get dark,

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

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

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

Ah, save it, love.

You robbed a son of his father.

HE SOBS

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

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

..you're the one who killed him.

HEALEY: Callum Terry,

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

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention
when questioned

something you later
rely on in court...

Poor old Frank, eh.

Where does that leave his son?

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

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

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

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

CALLUM: Ah, wait here.

Relax, I'm not
coming to arrest you.

How's he doing?

Ah. Doesn't say much.

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

The lad's been waiting for it.

Look after him.

A present for you.

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