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It was you! You've got nothing!

Where's Frances? Gone.

Why?

Because she wasn't
who she said she was.

To us.

Can you call
me when she wakes up?

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!

Somebody did this!

One of you did this!

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.

Please, no!

Arundel House.

Bodiam House.

Pevensey House.

Pevensey. That's you.

Pocket money. MAN: Dover House.

George!

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.

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.

He, uh...

He hit here

and bounced onto the bonnet.

Onto the roof

and then onto the road.

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.

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.

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?

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

You mad freaking bitch!

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?

No! No!

Just go.

Just... Just go.

Just get out. You're
making things worse.

Off me.

Frances! Stop!

Stop! Frances!

Stop!

Stop!

No!

Stop, stop.

Stop! Stop!

Please stop!

You're okay. You're okay.

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.

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.

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?

Come on.

Come on.

Be with you in a minute.

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.

Violet?

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. 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."

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.

Help me
clear up this mess.

Marta!

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?

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.

Okay, we can
talk about that.

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

You mentioned a crime book.

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...

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.

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?

I put them
in a gin and tonic.

What, all of them?

What time is this?

3:00. Maybe 4:00.

What happened then?

Nothing.

Until he went into his
office after supper.

Right.

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?

Hello?

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.

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.

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.

Sorry.

Sorry. It's all
right, sweetheart.

It's going to be all right.

Hello.

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.

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.

Ah.

Frances?

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.

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.

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...

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.

When you thought I
had all the answers...

Why were you looking?

Someone got shot.

Someone important?

Not to me.

They were to
someone who could be.

I don't really know
how to do that.

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.

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.