Wycliffe (1994–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - Total Loss - full transcript

[theme music]

[boat motor]

[fish and water sloshing]

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

[inaudible], skipper?

What's the matter, Don?

Ain't we got no quota for this cod there?

You know we haven't.

Fish are dead, are they?

Be a sin to toss them back.



Well, what are we waiting for, lads?

[music playing]

What ya doin'?

There's near around 3,000 pounds

worth of cod in that fish room.

Won't want to get caught again.

We won't throw it back neither.

We've not filled in the log yet.

There's, uh, still a quota for cod in 7F.

- Up to you. - Not these days, it ain't.

No.

[inaudible]

- Alrighty then, Sir. - Yes.

Yes.



The Chief Constable wants to discuss future strategy

in interests of reaching an agreement

on resources and expenditures.

DOUG KERSEY: Sounds fun.

[chuckle]

Yes.

Anyway, Doug, Lucy, you'll be in charge for a couple of days.

Right. DET.

WYCLIFFE: Anything major, you know where I am.

DOUG KERSEY: Yep.

Are those from the [inaudible] source?

Uh, yes, Sir.

You did good work on that, all of you.

Thanks.

[phone ringing]

By the way, uh, Doug?

DOUG KERSEY: Yeah?

[inaudible] getting a bit hot under

the collar about overtime.

You know what the final costs are?

Not off-hand, Sir.

No.

Then I could, uh, find out for you.

Good.

Gotta watch the overtime, you know,

especially when the costs begin to snowball.

Yeah.

Well, when we started that night club case, Sir, [inaudible]

pretty serious.

We couldn't have predicted that CPS were going

to reduce charges, could we?

I know, but we've got to be seen to balance the books.

Sir.

[exhale]

Perhaps we should be all signing up for crash courses

in accounting, is that right?

[boat motor]

[seagulls cawing]

MIKE TRIGG: Hello, Joe.

Can I have a word?

[inaudible]

Can you bring your log book, please?

Official, is it?

Yes.

[boat honking]

Morning, Don.

How's Martha?

Fine, thanks.

MIKE TRIGG: Thanks.

Have you completed your landing declaration yet?

I've got 'til tomorrow.

So you were in 7F?

Aye.

Take a look at this.

You were fishing in 7H, not 7F as you

recorded in your log book.

Is that correct?

Mr. Mawnam, I will want to interview you under caution.

But this photograph indicates that you've committed

an offense under EC regulations by making

false entries in your log book.

The matter will have to be passed

on to London who will decide whether or not to prosecute.

[chuckle]

Well, they will.

Joe, should I throw this one out?

Throw the whole bloody lot away.

[music playing]

Janie said she'd give us [inaudible] tonight.

You won't be late, will you?

No.

[inaudible]

He won't want to go to much expense now.

Poor Joe.

When will he come to court?

Oh, a couple months or more.

Well, I won't be sorry to see you take things a bit easier.

[chuckle]

You won't want me under your feet all day.

[boat motor]

[beep]

Keep her on course.

[beeping]

[old boat creaking]

[sawing]

JOE: [inaudible] coordinates that--

wh-- what the--

DOUG KERSEY: Lucy, would you have handled that night club

investigation any differently?

Nope.

So why was I given flak over it?

You weren't.

It's just politics.

[sigh]

I mean, the job comes first, doesn't it?

I mean, that's what we're doing here,

or have I missed something?

Times have changed, Doug--

costings, time tables.

Management [inaudible].

[phone ringing]

[music playing]

[beeping]

Yeah, well, what's that got to do with us?

Oh, I see.

OK.

Yeah, um-- yeah, we'll come down.

See you in a bit.

Bye.

There's a fishing boat gone down off [inaudible]..

There's one of the crew dead.

They want us to take a look.

PETER MARSH: Peter Marsh, Marine Accident Investigator.

I've taken a statement from the skipper,

Joe Mawnam, who owns the boat.

He says that he and his engineer, Don Collins--

he's the one that died--

were taking the vessel around the coast

to a local boat yard for minor repairs

when it flooded and sank, basically.

Coroner has been informed.

There'll be a post-mortem.

DOUG KERSEY: No one else on board?

OFFICER: No.

LUCY LANE: How did Don Collins die?

OFFICER: We don't know.

What we do know is he died in the life raft.

Joe must have been stuck out there for hours with Don.

He was very shocked.

LUCY LANE: So what's the problem?

Why'd you need us?

PETER MARSH: Well, I have to consider

the possibility that the vessel was deliberately scuttled.

It's possible the bilge pump broke down.

It's an old boat.

But why was she out in deep water?

She wasn't on the way to any local boat yard.

What does Mawnam say?

Only that he didn't know he was out in the open sea.

Why would he want to scuttle his own boat?

Fraud.

A trawler like that's probably insured for $150 grand.

In which case, we could be looking at manslaughter.

[seagulls cawing]

We'd, um, just like you to run through for us exactly

what happened this morning.

I lost a good friend.

[clanking]

Yes, um, we're very sorry about Mr. Collins' death.

Wouldn't you be better off at home?

JOE MAWNAM: Nope.

The two of you were just taking the boat

around for some repairs.

Is that right?

First I knew the engine room was flooding

was when the electrics were knocked out.

[sigh]

LUCY LANE: Why is that?

Don't take long for the water to reach the batteries.

[clanking]

So, uh-- so you couldn't use a radio?

[inaudible].

No, we just had to wait 'til the water hit the EPIRB.

EPIRB?

Electronic Positioning System--

automatically alerts the Coast Guard for our position.

So what did you do?

We jumped down in the life raft.

[clanking]

Wind was blowing it about and, uh, Don missed it--

And he went into the water?

Was he injured at all?

Don't know.

I had a hell of a job getting him into the raft.

His, uh-- his face was gray--

shock of the water.

Very freezing, it was.

It must have, uh--

it must have seized his heart.

He never spoke again.

He died before the lifeboat reached you?

LUCY LANE: What were you doing in those waters, Mr. Mawnam?

Hardly a direct route to the boat yard.

Didn't know we was.

[seagulls cawing]

We was testing the instruments.

Maybe they was wrong.

Mr. Mawnam?

I want to get this place cleared up for my son.

No use to me now.

Tour boat insured?

Aye.

And you'll be claiming?

Aye.

Do you have any financial problems, Mr. Mawnam?

No.

You sure about that?

Right.

We might need to come and talk to you again in the morning.

[seagulls cawing]

So what do you reckon?

$150,000 is a big fraud.

Big enough to justify, uh, staying the night, you think?

Well, we can't possibly go until we get

the results of the post-mortem.

[bell ringing]

[door closing]

[keys rustling]

[bell ringing]

Father?

JOE MAWNAM: Don's dead, Paul.

I heard.

[clock ticking]

How'd Martha take it?

JOE MAWNAM: I haven't seen her.

So who told her?

JOE MAWNAM: Don't know.

Police, I suppose.

You should have gone yourself.

I can't do it.

You've bloody well got to.

She'll want to know what happened-- if he suffered.

Only you know about that.

Father!

I've been set here for hours trying to walk out that door.

It's still up to you.

I can't do it, Paul.

I can't tell Martha.

I-- I've lost my guts.

All right.

All right.

Uh-- let's get out of here.

Let's go for a drink.

Then maybe we can walk up to Martha's together after that.

[clock ticking]

[bar chatter]

[chatter]

You've always wanted your own boat, right?

Yeah.

Right.

[laughter]

You never wanted to be nothing but a skipper.

That's right.

Well, your boat will be safe now.

[muffled chatter and laughter]

Evening, Paul.

I ain't drinking with you, Joe Mawnam.

It wasn't worth Don's life.

[mysterious music playing]

[chatter]

Oh, I don't know.

What is that?

They're 8.50.

- It's a cod. - Is it?

Yeah.

[inaudible], is it?

[chatter]

MIKE TRIGG: Hello. - Hi.

Mike Trigg, Fisheries Officer.

You're police?

Yeah, DI Kersey.

You're investigating the loss of Mawnam's trawler?

Yep.

Well, they won't help you, I'm afraid.

They've had it up to here with officials of any sort.

Well, there's not much support for Joe Mawnam

either, by the sound of it.

So I gather.

They're saying he shouldn't have taken Collins along if the plan

was to scuttle his boat.

Um, Mike Trigg, Fisheries Officer.

Detective Inspector Lane.

- How do you do? - Hello.

Do you know if Joe Mawnam had any financial problems?

Oh, yes.

Stupid bugger tried to falsify his log book a couple of days

ago so he could land a catch of cod.

Patrol plane spotted him.

We've no option but to the prosecute.

He could face a big fine.

Enough to sink his boat for?

It's his second offense.

The maximum is 50,000 pounds.

A bit steep, isn't it?

Even if he tried selling his boat,

he'd barely come out ahead.

Well, why couldn't he land his fish?

EC quota system.

He'd used up his quota for cod in the area he was fishing.

Well, they don't know what they're

going to get until they haul up the nets, by which time

the fish are dead, anyway.

So what's he supposed to do then?

- Officially? - Yeah.

Chunk it back.

What, throw away dead fish?

Yep.

That's madness, isn't it?

It's EC policy.

The government supports it.

I'm employed to enforce it.

Right.

Thank you.

[door closing]

I just heard the preliminary results of the PM.

The cause of death was heart failure.

Don Collins had heavy bruising, three broken ribs,

and a collapsed lung.

DOUG KERSEY: From when he went into the sea?

Unlikely, apparently, more consistent

with being hit with a heavy object or a fall of some

force against a sharp edge.

Well, he wouldn't get that jumping into a rubber dinghy.

No way.

And apparently the collapsed lung

could have contributed to the heart failure.

Mawnam never mentioned anything like that, did he?

No, he didn't.

Do you feel up to this, Mrs. Collins?

Are you sure you wouldn't like someone with you?

No. No.

Sorry, you go ahead, my lover.

My daughter will be over later.

OK.

Did you know that your husband was going

out with Mr. Mawnam yesterday?

Yes.

He said they were going to the boat yard.

Poor Joe.

He must feel terrible.

Did the two of them get on all right?

Well, they'd been together ever

since Joe got his first vessel.

We've had a good living from it, mostly, with no complaints.

LUCY LANE: Did they ever argue?

If only I'd stopped him working.

How do you mean?

MARTHA COLLINS: He was under the doctor for his heart.

He had pills and that.

But he wouldn't listen.

Why didn't he listen to me?

[seagulls cawing]

[sniffling]

You OK?

[sobbing]

Did Mr. Mawnam know that your husband had a bad heart?

Oh, Joe never expected Don to do anything heavy,

not that he could manage.

But Don liked to pull his weight.

Mrs. Collins, did Mr. Mawnam or your husband

ever discuss sinking the boat?

[clock ticking]

Your coffee has gotten cold. I'm sorry.

I'm talking too much.

[seagulls cawing]

[boat horn]

Has Joe Mawnam been to see you yet?

No.

I thought it was odd.

[gasp]

I'm sorry, my lover.

I still can't believe it.

It's all right.

Take your time.

Don did say that Joe suggested it--

sinking her.

But Don would never had let him.

Anyway, it was just fury-like about Mike Trigg with his maps,

and areas, and regulations.

Joe Mawnam suggested scuttling the boat?

It was only talk.

He still had Paul's boat to pay for, see.

- Paul? - His son.

Would Don have gone along with such a scheme

if Joe was serious?

Joe never means half he says.

Might Joe have offered Don money?

[sigh]

I c--can't answer that.

Might they have argued about it?

It was an accident--

an old boat.

Mrs. Collins, we don't have the full results

of the post-mortem yet, but your husband had three broken ribs,

possibly caused by a blow or a heavy fall.

Could your husband and Mr. Mawnam

have fought over whether to scuttle the boat?

Well, Joe wasn't serious about that.

It was just his way of going on.

He wouldn't harm Don now, would he?

Oy.

What would you have done if you was him?

Leave it, lad.

I know you were speaking to him.

If you all left us alone, we'd do no harm.

We know there's no sense in overfishing.

It's not right, hounding us on what we can and can't do.

It's all politics, Mate.

Isn't it, eh?

Me and you, we don't make it large, do we?

Well, I'm jacking it in.

DOUG KERSEY: Are you?

[sigh]

It's no life no more.

Skipper did a bit of blackfish, and look where he's ended up.

Blackfish?

What he got fined for the first time.

Is that fish he's supposed to chunk back in, is it?

Yeah.

Boats often comes in around midnight.

If there's fish there's no quota for,

it gets wheeled across the road, and no one's the wiser.

Given the regs, I suppose people

do it all the time, do they?

Well, it's not popular, Mate.

Notice the prices in the market.

Who buys it?

Merchants like [inaudible].

He pays cash, gets cheap fish.

Thank you.

[seagulls cawing]

[clock ticking]

[knock on door]

[boat horn]

MARTHA COLLINS: I've had the police here.

Yes.

You, uh-- you would have.

It wouldn't have hurt you to come.

Oh, Joe.

You and Don, all those years.

What happened?

He'd have been all right if he'd not gone in the sea.

Police lady said some terrible things.

She said he had broken ribs.

I'd never want to harm Don.

You did your best for him, didn't you

in the raft all those hours?

I know you did.

Oh, you're not to worry about money

and that because [inaudible] insurance, see.

We-- the money is as much for Don, for you.

You wouldn't quarrel with Don.

Not over money.

[exhale]

No.

Oh, Joe.

Do you reckon Collins was a willing partner

in scuttling her?

Well, his widow doesn't seem to think so.

And she tells me he had a heart condition.

Did Mawnam know that?

Oh, yeah.

Manslaughter has to be a possibility.

Or murder even.

We still don't know how Collins got his ribs broken, do we?

Maybe Mawnam was set on scuttling the boat,

and Collins tried to stop him.

Yeah, but why bring Collins in in the first place,

especially knowing he had a weak heart?

Hm.

JOE MAWNAM: Oh, more questions?

I've had a belly full from everyone.

Yes.

Well, uh, everyone seems to think you scuttled your vessel.

Did you scuttle her, Mr. Mawnam?

No.

But you have submitted a claim to your insurers, haven't you?

Yes, this morning.

And you understand that if you, uh, deliberately

sank your boat, the claim would be fraudulent?

Get out.

Have you been to see Martha Collins?

[sigh]

She doesn't understand what happened out there,

why Don's ribs were broken.

[exhale]

She must have trusted you to look after him,

knowing how bad his heart was.

He weren't even 60, no more than nine.

LUCY LANE: Yeah.

Well, she blames herself--

says she should have made him give up work.

Don never would.

Why go on the dole when there's fish in the sea?

I suppose it must've seemed easy when the two of you

talked it over.

All you had to do was wait for the rescue services

to pick you both up.

But it all went horribly wrong, didn't it?

I never dreamed Don could just--

just died like that.

It was--

You never meant it to turn out like this.

He was the finest man God ever put breath in.

How did Don Collins come to have

three broken ribs, Mr. Mawnam?

It was me who got him into the raft.

Did he fall?

DOUG KERSEY: Joe, we know that you're

under pressure from the bank to pay for your son's boat.

JOE MAWNAM: We're fisherman.

There's always been a fleet in Newland.

What else is Paul going to do? There's--

[panting]

--there's no life for him stuck in an office.

DOUG KERSEY: Yeah.

But with that other fine hanging over you, the only way out

was to capitalize on the insurance value

of your own boat, wasn't it?

Bloody bureaucrats and officials

interfering with all your--

all your rules and your regulations

telling me (ANGRILY) what to do! - OK.

All right.

All right.

Joe?

Joe?

Was Don meant to get a share of the insurance money,

so he could retire early?

[clock ticking]

[exhale]

[exhale]

Poor Martha, never really knowing what went on out there.

She told me you and Don discussed it, sinking the boat.

DOUG KERSEY: You know we're going to send in a diver

to take a look, you know?

Did Don know, Joe?

Did Don know that you planned to scuttle her?

[clock ticking]

I--I-- I--I-- I--

I don't want to do.

Can't-- can't work it out anymore.

Of course, the tragedy is it's all

been for nothing, hasn't it?

I mean, there's no insurance company in the world

that would pay out on a fraudulent claim,

not even to Don's widow.

Well, I had accident cover.

Ma-- Martha will still get that.

No, no.

No, not a penny--

not if you're convicted of fraud, no way.

[seagulls cawing]

[clock ticking]

We was going down to the boat yard.

First I knew was the electrics went.

[seagulls cawing]

Nothing we could do.

DET.

WYCLIFFE: Doug looks like he'd be happier on dry land.

Yeah.

Getting on all right, are you?

Yeah.

We'll see.

Slight difference in style, I guess.

Here we go.

LUCY LANE: Even if you find evidence of sabotage,

I don't think we'll ever know what

happened between Mawnam and Collins

before the boat went down.

You don't think Mawnam will tell us eventually?

If he does, there's no insurance payout,

his son loses his new boat, and Martha Collins gets nothing.

So you think he'll deny everything

in the hope of saving something from the wreck?

But if he doesn't confess, I think his guilt about Don

Collins will eat him alive.

There's no damage to the hull.

Engine controls and radio all switched off.

Pipes in the engine room have been cut.

Definitely cut?

Clean as a whistle.

There's no doubt it's sabotage.

There's no sign of anyone.

[seagull cawing]

We'll have to come back in the morning--

Hm.

if he's not done a runner or worse.

[seagull cawing]

You think I blew it, don't you?

Frankly, yes.

[chuckle]

You could see he was tormenting himself over Collins' death.

Ever else happened, he knows with Collins' heart condition,

he should never have taken him along.

Yeah.

But if he did it for the money, I

thought if he could see he had nothing to lose, he pr--

But he has!

And you went and told him the only way he could hope to hang

on to anything for Martha and for his son

is to fight conviction, just as I was beginning

to get him to open up. - Yeah.

Well, your sympathetic approach wasn't getting

very us very far, was it? He didn't budge an inch.

He was just about to.

Oh, really?

(ANGRILY) Oh, come on, Doug!

He didn't do this out of greed.

He's a man with his back against the wall

trying to save what he can!

And it's all gone wrong!

I just hope we haven't driven Mawnam too far.

Sir, what are you for?

Oh, just a half, please.

No, no.

No.

Thank you.

Take it out of there, would you?

WAITER: M-hm.

Death by bureaucracy, hm?

Aye.

Newland fishing fleet is struggling to survive,

and no one seems to take a damn bit of notice.

It'd be easy for a man like Mawnam, used to doing things

his own way, having the freedom of the sea.

I know how he feels.

Hm.

Thanks.

Of course, that's what's strange about this case.

However much Mawnam and Collins might resent the bureaucracy

around them, you'd think they'd stick together no matter what.

[exhale]

I don't know.

You think you're part of a team and then suddenly, pow.

Is that how you feel?

[exhale]

Oh.

Lucy says I buggered up the Mawnam interview.

Well, at least, I know we've lost him.

I see.

Just cool and frigid.

I don't do it by theories and textbooks.

I don't analyze every question I ask.

And I don't like to add up the overtime costs

as we go along either.

[chuckle]

Nor do I. That's just the way things are.

Well, maybe I'm just not cut out for it anymore.

[inaudible] that, Doug.

You and Lucy are very different.

[chuckle]

No, that's true.

That's why you're such an effective team.

Yeah.

Her eye for detail, your gut instinct.

You've had a lot of success.

Maybe that's the problem.

You've been too successful.

What?

Even the best operational teams

need to learn how to ride out the odd, rough patch.

It's a bit like marriage, really.

Yeah.

Well, I wouldn't know about that, would I?

No.

And neither would Lucy.

[music playing]

You won't find him.

He's gone to sea.

How?

With his son, Paul.

It's a neat tide.

Well, he wasn't going to come to much good sitting around here,

was he?

It's the funeral tomorrow afternoon.

[clock ticking]

LUCY LANE: You have a lot to do.

We'll come back here afterwards.

My daughter will help out with the food.

We'll have to borrow plates and that.

I've been thinking about what you said.

It was just talk between them, no more than that.

I'm afraid not, Mrs. Collins.

We now have evidence to show that the boat

was deliberately sunk.

I'm very sorry.

[sniff]

[seagulls cawing]

I've lost Don, and I'm not going

to think differently of Joe--

not now.

There'll be no money, I'm afraid--

not on a fraudulent claim.

My Don's dead.

I have to accept that.

But it needn't go any further.

I want to hang on to what I've got left, see--

the way things are.

[music playing]

Why chuck it?

JOE MAWNAM: We don't want no more trouble with blackfish.

PAUL: Don't kid yourself, Dad.

We're finished.

Makes no difference now either way.

Box it up, lads.

No!

Don't tell me Don's dead and it's--

it's all for nothing.

I'm not saying that.

But I'm not chucking away good money when I could

be starting at the [inaudible].

I've got crew to pay.

Get that fish boxed up.

[music playing]

[seagulls cawing]

[yawn]

DOUG KERSEY: I hate early mornings, don't you?

Eh?

It's just like when we were doing night duty.

[seagulls cawing]

Yeah.

Hi.

It's open.

Yeah.

Morning.

DOUG KERSEY: Morning.

Hello.

You're out early.

We try to show our faces as often as we can.

Does it make sense to you, what you're doing?

How do you mean?

Well, you know, throwing away a dead fish.

It's an ecological problem.

Precious stocks have to be protected somehow.

What would you do?

[seagulls cawing]

What'll happen to Joe?

Prison, most likely.

DOUG KERSEY: Yeah.

It's hardly surprising he couldn't

cope under the pressure of those crazy rules and regulations.

And if you think they're crazy, get your [inaudible]

to change them.

You must turn a blind eye to some things, though, don't you?

Well, I have a job to do, the same as you.

So what about all the blackfish?

We manage to stay pretty well on top of that.

[chuckle]

From what I've heard, it goes on every night.

They just wheel it across the road

to the fish merchant, Harriman.

Doug!

Harriman's, is it?

DOUG KERSEY: You're not telling me you didn't notice it

going under your nose, did you?

And the constabulary solve every crime

there is, I suppose?

Well, we managed to find out what's going on here.

So you have.

Thanks for the information.

[seagulls cawing]

And if you want a tip-off, that's Paul

Mawnam's trawler coming in.

LUCY LANE: How long was it before the rescue

services reached you?

About three hours.

And he never spoke to you in the raft?

The minute I close my eyes, I'm there.

It won't go away.

He never blamed you for what you'd done.

Take a look at these.

I'm showing Mr. Mawnam exhibits DM 1 to 3,

underwater photographs of a pipe in the engine

room of Mr. Mawnam's trawler.

A section of the pipe is now with our forensic team,

along with a hacksaw found by the diver.

I don't know what this is about.

That pipe was deliberately cut.

Mr. Collins died because he went into freezing cold water

with a bad heart.

How did Mr. Collins come to have three broken ribs, Mr. Mawnam?

I was trying to do my best.

No one else was going to help us.

Did he try to stop you cutting that pipe?

Is that what happened?

Nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

I-- I helped him.

I got him into the life raft.

There was nothing I could do.

All right, Mr. Mawnam.

Let's go back to the beginning.

Now, we've heard about the frustrations of the fleet

in Newland, the lunacy of throwing dead fish back

into the sea and so forth, fish from which you

might earn a decent living--

see a decent future for your son.

Aye.

Bastards squeezing the life out of us, hemming us in,

and hassling us, and fining us.

So you decided to ignore the regulations,

land whatever fish you caught--

blackfish you call it, don't you?

They send planes out to snoop after us.

Mike Trigg and his lad, this fellow [inaudible]

around the harbor.

You'd think we were some kind of enemy, not Cornish men.

So when he caught you again, you decided to try

and sort things out yourself--

um, sink your boat, claim the insurance?

The thing is, Mr. Mawnam, if Don hadn't died,

no one, uh-- no one in Newland, at least,

would have blamed you.

It may not even have been investigated.

But as things stand, there's been a tragedy.

LUCY LANE: And we've got to sort it out.

You know we have.

[paper rustling]

You think I don't know whose side

you're on with your photographs and questions?

There was no market for me to sell my boat,

and I can't decommission her.

But if Donald had to give up because of his heart,

would you have cared that there'd be no money for him?

No, you'd just sit up here in your offices

kidding me that you're sorry.

[chuckle]

But I'm saying nothing.

[cell gate closing]

Hey, Lucy?

Sometimes we don't succeed.

Maybe with a man like Mawnam, nobody could,

whatever the approach.

[phone ringing]

How'd you get on?

Just a fraud.

[phone ringing]

Couldn't get enough for manslaughter.

- Are we bailing him? - Yeah.

Andy and Ian are going to take them home and start closing

all the statements they need.

[phone ringing]

Doug--

Forget it.

[chuckle]

[men hollering]

Sticking your bloody nose in where it's not wanted!

Haven't you done enough?

I've told you i won't take further action.

Yeah.

Ain't you got nothing better to do?

Why don't you sod off and leave us alone, eh?

Yeah. sod off back to Brussels, you bastard!

[men hollering]

[seagulls cawing]

What's going on?

I never dreamt Paul Mawnam would be stupid enough

to land blackfish.

Today of all days.

[men hollering]

I took your advice, checked out Harriman's.

[men hollering]

Dad!

Don't, Dad!

[splattering]

Dad, no!

What are you doing?

You can't do that!

Listen to me.

It's gone, anyway.

Why should the bloody bank get it?

Stop him, damn you.

DOUG KERSEY: Joe?

That bastard's even done my son, now.

DOUG KERSEY: Paul won't be prosecuted.

Mike Trigg won't take any further action.

Oh, no?

That's not what all this is about, is it, eh?

You're going to blow us up now, are ya, just

to get even with Mike Trigg?

Eh, that's not how it is.

No?

So what is it about?

You tell me why Don's dead.

JOE MAWNAM: You know why.

There's no life here anymore.

We're-- we're all on a scrap heap.

Don't do this, Joe.

Turn the torch off, eh?

[seagulls cawing]

You think I want this boat that Don

paid for with his life?

Well, he never meant any harm.

Well, now, how else could I pay the fine?

I-- I thought it put everything straight.

Why couldn't you tell Martha that Don was dead?

I ain't never meant to harm him.

I never thought he was hurt so bad, or I'd have stopped it--

steamed back somehow or other.

So how come Don got hurt?

It was for him, too, see.

This way I took him along, make him

think it was just an accident.

Then he'd take some of the money.

Proud bugger he was.

Father!

Tell me!

He tried to stop me cutting the pipe, and I--

I pushed him, hit him.

I don't know, but he felt. I swear, Paul, I never realized

he was hurt so bad, or I'd--

and then it was too late.

She was-- he was sinking.

Give me the torch, Joe.

[seagulls cawing]

Come on.

[seagulls cawing]

Come on.

Come on.

I, uh-- I--I never knew anyone could die so quick.

[seagulls cawing]

[music playing]