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Vera
Season 4- Episode 04

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"Death of a Family Man"

Look at that.

Makes it harder to swim.

Mm. Make it harder to step off,
though, wouldn't it?

-Might not have gone in here.
-True.

Get onto the coastguard.
Get the tide times.

Better late than never.

Don't tell me you haven't
noticed.

I've not noticed.

Marcus Summer.
Apologies.

Sorry,
the signal was dire.

Kenny said it's suicide.

-Sorry, we...
-Well, it's not clear. Look.

-Suggests non-accidental.
-Well, it's what they do, isn't it?

Marcus, how long would you say?

At a glance, five, six days.

Scratch injuries.

Could be deliberate.
Could be from branches.

Well, the rowers hit the body

about an hour ago.
Could it be that?

Could be.
Sorry, I'll get up to speed.

And there's a bump on the back of
the head.

Was that pre- or post-mortem?

Pre.

Whacked it on the way down?

The fibula has snapped.
Suggests impact.

Could have jumped or he could have
fallen.

No ligature marks.
There's nothing on the wrists.

So nothing obvious saying suicide?

Other than the shoelaces, no.

There's nothing from Missing Persons.
Well, nothing that fits.

What, five days and nobody notices?

He's not homeless.

Or at least
he had money at some point.

His shirt, it's bespoke.
It says here...

-Cawley & Griffin.
-Could be cast-offs.

The jacket matches the trousers.
The shoes are pretty solid.

Well, that's all we've got to go on,

so let's see Cawley & Griffin.

You can start on the statements.

We just went out on the bike.

He's got no mates up here.
We're just...

She's not bothered.

It's just suicides, you know.
They put her in a bad mood.

Gold labels are my colleague,
but I do have this.

-Is it a list of clients?
-A list of pieces.

Do you have a photo of the shirt?

We have a torso shot,
but it is post-mortem.

Will you be all right with that?

If it will help.

OK.
So we're looking at a Modena in the
sky blue.

No monogram, is there?

So that's what?
A 44 chest and a 17 neck.

Let me...

OK. As an educated guess,
I'd say it was...

John Shearwood.

-Do you know him?
-Yes, if it was him.

A big family man, I think.

Ran his own business.

Exports, I think.

Certainly lorries
in there somewhere.

-Do you have an address?
-Yes.

I do. I do.

What's happened to him?

He was found in the river.

Good grief.

Can you send someone up to this
property near Steel Rigg?

Just say that we've found a body.

We need an ID. Yeah.
Keep it open.

This is the fella, is it?

Yeah, I'd say so.

Does he look suicidal to you?

-You never can tell, can you?
-No, you cannot.

A wedding ring.

Our body didn't have a wedding ring,
did it?

He's an older fella.

Isn't always their thing, is it?

Nice place,
if you like sheep, isn't it?

Some people like remote.

I couldn't stand it.

I'd end up...

..going mad.

Do you not like your own company?

Yeah.
Yeah, I do.

Just not on my own.

DCI Vera Stanhope.

-This is my Sergeant...
-DS Joe Ashworth.

I'm Luke Shearwood.
I'm his brother.

So presumably you know
why we're here?

Stella called me.
What's happened?

Well, we're just looking to identify
a body, at present.

It won't be him. He's in Dublin.

OK.

-Can we go in?
-Please.

Hi.
John Shearwood here.

Please leave a message
and I'll get back to you.

Right.
It's his voicemail.

It doesn't mean anything. He's just
busy.

So when did you last have contact?

Tuesday. Early evening.
He texted me saying he had landed.

What, five days?
Nothing since?

But...
I mean, that's normal.

He's rushed off his feet on these
trips.

-So when's he due back?
-Tomorrow.

Where was it found?
Where in the Tyne?

Near Dunston Staithes.

John owns a flat near the Staithes.

-In the development there.
-Right.

Can you give us the address?

I've got the keys somewhere.

Look, it...
It won't be him, I mean...

He'll probably be on a
golf course somewhere,

cursing my name for calling.

So, what happens next?

Well, we would ask for
someone close to John

to identify his effects.

It won't be him.

I mean, my husband would never come
back early without telling me.

Did he go to Dublin alone?

I suppose so.

You should ask the office.
Mark would know.

-And Mark is?
-His oldest mate.

He manages the day-to-day.

How...?

How did he end up in the water,
this person?

Well, that's what we're
trying to establish.

Presumably it was an accident. It's
not going to be deliberate, is it?

Well, we don't know.

We advise that people
don't come alone.

Is there another member
of the family tah could...

Our son.
But he's away this weekend.

And where is he?

Seeing a band.

-OK.
-I don't know which one.

Well, if you could give
us his phone number,

we'll try and track him down.

Right.

How long do they think
this...person...

Some time in the last few days.

I texted him this...morning. I...

I just thought he was too busy to
reply.

How was your husband in himself
recently?

Things were good,
I mean...

Better than they'd been for a while.

Now, we'll have someone drive you
down there.

But I would say take support.

I'll be OK.
It's the least I can do.

Right.

Sorry.
Sorry, excuse me!

I didn't want to ask in front of
Stella, but...

do you think it was...

Could he have gone in
the water on purpose?

Well, is that something John might do?

-I don't know.
-Well, without the postmortem...

I wouldn't want to say, love.

So, if it is him in the water,
the body didn't travel.

Must have got jammed in the timbers.

Get frogmen into the area where we
found him

and tell Kenny to
check out the company

and that whatshisname,
Mark Donovan fella.

Was the wife Swedish?
Danish, I think.

-What do you make of her?
-Well, she's a bit odd.

Could just be the shock.

-Maybe.
-What?

Well, it just didn't look like a
family lived there, that's all.

It's just a look.
Celine would love it.

"Scandi chic", she calls it.

Maybe I'm just behind the times.

So when did you last see your
boss?

It was Monday.

We had lunch. Rodolfo's.
A cheap Italian place.

You don't work afternoons, then?

Well, I do.

He went home to pack.

For this trip to Ireland?

Well, so I thought.

And what's he do out there?

He meets some Irish blokes
who do what we do, I think.

-Have you got a contact name?
-I don't, no.

To be honest,
I thought it was an excuse

for some sort of jolly.

A bit of work and a lot of golf,
eh?

He's done it before.
Still...

..his firm, his prerogative.

Probably be back in
tomorrow morning,

giving off about
his handicap.

Hi.
John Shearwood here.

Please leave a message
and I'll get back to you.

Yeah, John, it's Owen.
Call me when you can.

His head whacked against something.

With some force.
Knocked him out.

However, this suggests he's been in
a fight.

Any other defensive injuries?

Very few.

It wasn't a huge ruck,
let's put it that way.

So the attacker got lucky?

Well, he wouldn't have been steady
on his feet.

There was alcohol in the blood
and there were antidepressants.

Can you tell how long
he'd been taking them?

-No. But it wasn't a trivial dose.
-Get hold of the GP.

See if you can find out
when they were prescribed.

The wife never mentioned that,
did

Maybe she didn't know.

-You're sure it was a murder?
-I'd say so, from the nasty bit.

His stomach was full of algae from
the river, which means...

Which means he wasn't dead
when he went into the water.

He couldn't swim, because his legs
were broken from the fall.

And his shoelaces were tied
together.

Not a nice way to go.

Might not seem important to you.

It might not seem...

You'll be all right for a couple of
minutes?

-Are you in?
-Yeah. Been cleaned, though.

-Service comes in every Wednesday.
-Is this the cleaner?

-Cameras?
-Nothing.

Well, there's one in the underground
car park.

-Security?
-Him, but he only works days.

He says he saw him drive in
about six o'clock on Tuesday.

Tuesday?

That's about the time
he said he was landing in Dublin.

Right.

Just follow me.

Did you see him?

No.

And this is how you left it,
more or less?

Yes.

There's nothing really
telling us who he is.

-It's a crash pad.
-But the wife said he was living here,

in the week, though.
There'd be knick-knacks.

And the bin is empty.
What does that suggest?

That he hasn't been in
since she's been in.

What time do you come Wednesday,
love?

The shift starts at 7�m.

And how was it when you found it?

Very clean.

I thought he was at his other house.

No forced entry.

-OK. Prints on this, please.
-OK.

These two were next to the bed.

Just missed a call from an Owen.

Owen?
Do we know who that is?

-The phone is locked.
-Get Kenny onto it.

Changed the locks.

Didn't tell the missus, though,
so what does that suggest?

She told Uniform
she's not been in town for months.

Might explain the no wedding ring.

A neighbour heard his buzzer
around nine on Tuesday night.

-From what? Outside?
-Yeah.

John, I need you to get
the hoover over to the lab.

See what's in there.

And then spray for traces.

You're gonna have
to do all over.

The hoover is in the kitchen.

Do you clean outside, love?

No. I'm inside only.

Don't touch.

Bluestar and UV.

-All of this.
-Right.

Joe!

This has been cleaned and not by
her. Look at this.

Now Marcus says the scratches
could have been caused by branches.

-So what? He jumped from here?
-Possible.

Fell 40 feet to his death.

Except it's a short
stroll to the river.

Give me strength.

Check that against the sky-blue
Modena.

-Footprints have gone in the rain?
-Right.

How did he take it,
this Mark?

The wife had phoned
ahead and told him.

The first person she
called after we left?

Yeah,
he reckons Ireland was a...

cover story for a jolly.

Now I think he could have been
dragged through here.

And slipped into the river.

Might not even have heard a sound.

We've found him!

From the top, please.

6:05pm. Tuesday.

That's John Shearwood's car driving
in.

-When did he drive out?
-Monday before lunch.

So what was he doing between Monday
lunch and here, coming back Tuesday?

-Where did he sleep?
-I don't know.

Well, find out.

What I do have...

Tuesday 9:05pm.

Mark Donovan pays John a visit.

He definitely told me

he last saw Shearwood
lunchtime Monday.

He leaves about eight minutes later.

Eight minutes?

Is that enough time to get upstairs,
kill someone, clean up and dispose?

I can walk it through, but...

No, he was at the scene on the
night, plus he lied to Kenny.

I think that's grounds enough to
bring him in.

DCI Stanhope?

-Yeah?
-Owen Preece.

Owen?

-Revenue & Customs?
-Yeah. Don't worry.

You're not in trouble.

John Shearwood,
is he dead?

He was working for me.

As an informant.

So this is a booze scam, is it?

In the old days, they'd pick up in Calais
and distribute around the corner shops.

These days,
they barely bother with Calais.

You don't pay VAT till
it leaves the warehouse.

So, unless we see it leave...

-How long has he been at it?
-About nine months.

So, John just came to you, did he,
to shop his mate?

No. No.
We've been onto people

further up the supply
chain for about a year.

A network of bases in the southeast.

Mark's just a local cog,
really, so I approached John

-and asked if we could keep an eye.
--And he agreed? Just like that?

Yeah.

-I thought they were mates.
-So did he.

Been with him since the start,
he said.

And he gave him over?
Just like that to you lot.

So what does that say about John
Shearwood?

-Dobbing in a mate.
-Business before friendship?

He's got a family to support.

-Was he after a deal?
-Yeah. Yeah.

He wanted the firm to come out of
this with a clean sheet.

Did Mark know that John
had shopped him

or one of the blokes up the ladder?

Could have been a motive.
Could it?

Revenge?

Or to shut him up.

We're going to need a copy of this.
We're bringing him in on suspicion.

What are the chances of me holding
you off 12 hours?

-No chance.
-We've got an operation on-going.

-Yeah? So have we.
-Intelligence reports

this Mark is picking up
a consignment at 7am.

Noe. If we could catch
him doing a handover...

I'm not have a potential killer swanning about.

I reckon I could get him to give me
the names of the bigger fish.

If there's a criminal conspiracy,

I want each and every one of them
in here in my interview room.

-They're fraudsters.
-So?

They don't knock people off.

So where did you train in profiling?

Look, if this was dangerous, would
they have the likes of me running it?

He's in it over his head.

They've seen us sniffing about.
They're not going to go ahead now.

Sorry.

Could it be a good thing?

More grounds to hold him?
More time to build a case?

I mean,
if Mark's the killer,

he's gonna want to keep
his nose clean, isn't he?

So, if it's a no-show, bang,
there's your motive.

Led a murder investigation,
have you?

Nope.
Just worked my way up Customs.

Finding rabid dogs.

All right.

Our suspect, Mark Donovan,

will now be under surveillance
until 0700 tomorrow morning.

At which point, our colleagues from
HMRC and Tactical Support will take over

and execute Operation Long Run.

The suspect will then be arrested on
suspicion and handed over to us.

In the meantime,
get down to your local offie

and buy up that
cheeky wee red.

In the meantime, we continue to
follow our leads

and do everything we can

to cooperate with our
colleagues from the Revenue.

A list of our surveillance targets.
Nothing previous for violence.

Maybe none of them have been
turned over before.

Maybe not,
but I checked our logs.

All of them bar Mark were down
south on the days you're looking at.

Thanks.
Thank you.

Right, what do we know?

John Shearwood - businessman.

He's a family man,

splitting his time
between two addresses.

We've no intelligence linking him
to anything untoward.

Prior to his death,

he told friends and family
he was going to Dublin to work.

However...

blood traces have been found in the
flat.

And his last known movements

would suggest that
this is where he died.

We think sometime between
the last sighting,

which was Tuesday, early evening,

and Wednesday morning.

Now there is no sign of a forced entry,

which suggests that the
killer was someone he knew.

Did they turn up on spec?
Or was it planned?

Was there a tussle?

I mean, did the blow to the head on
the glass render him unconscious?

Or was he pushed
and he died from the fall?

Whichever it was, they tried
to make it look like suicide.

I think they dragged the body to the river,

where they were hoping it
would all disappear.

It didn't.

The neighbour heard the doorbell
ring around about 9 or 10pm-ish.

Most likely this Mark fella.
The time fits. Right?

-Was he let in?
-Well, that's what we need to find out.

The timeframe between
texting the wife...

7:50pm.

There was a sighting in the car
park, 6:05.

And the arrival of the cleaner in
the morning.

We need to check the movements on
the suspect, but also of family,

friends, associates.

Run an APC on the numberplates -
roads in and out of the flat.

Right. Kenny, did you manage to get
into John Shearwood's mobile?

Er... His recent call list was
deleted by himself.

-That interesting!
-Rebecca Shepherd.

What?
Covering his tracks?

Anything else?

-Decking.
-Why would anyone photograph that?

-To show off your decking.
-No, that's fine. Thank you.

Ma'am!

-The brother has ID'd.
-Right, Shep.

Get up there.
Get a statement from the wife.

No stone unturned.

What about the son, Billy,
has he been informed?

-Still no trace.
-Well, we need him found.

Well, he's the only member of his
family with any previous.

What?

Shoplifting.

Disorder.

Investigated for dangerous
driving.

July 2011.

Well, get that printed out for me.

I can't.
It's deleted.

He was a juvenile at the time.

Well, you're good on computers,
Kenny.

Undelete.

Thank you.

Family Liaison will
drive you back.

-Where's home?
-Bickley.

I'm going to stay with Stella for a
bit.

I forgot to ask you, love.

Where were you on Tuesday evening?

Is that when you think...?

I was up in Berwick, the most part
of Tuesday, through to Wednesday.

-Picking up from a seller.
-Right.

Anyone vouch for you?

I stayed in a hotel up there.

Right, well, we're going to
have to double-check that.

You understand, don't you, love?

Of course.

DC Shepherd.
Do you mind if I...

-No. Please come in.
-Thanks.

I'm sorry to bother you.
I just need to take a statement.

-Do you want a cup of tea?
-That would be lovely, thank you.

Actually, do you mind
if I just make a quick phone call?

Of course not.

Kenny, any DNA results on the
bloodstain?

Nothing yet.

We're being methodical.

Sorry.

But, you know,
if you've been in contact...

We need something to
track down Donovan's DNA.

-What have you got?
-Hang on.

Like Churchill's bunker in here.

The documentation he
gave to a warehouse.

Might have licked the envelope.

-Good.
-Ma'am!

Shep's on line one having a paddy.

Donovan's at Stella's now.

I thought you were
staying away from him.

We didn't know he was there,
did we?

-Did you, Mr. Surveillance?
-What does she do?

Tell her not to alert him.

-The best we can do.
-Fantastic.

We're dealing with a dead body here.

Not some scam over a load of dodgy
plonk.

Owen...

Was John aware of the extent of this
operation?

Well, not the details, no.

Just that we needed a window.

So this trip to Dublin

was just so Mark would
think the coast was clear?

Yeah.

So why tell that same lie to his
missus?

Why not tell her the truth?

Well, he'd split from
his wife, hadn't he?

-Is that what he told you?
-Yeah. He definitely implied a third party to me.

Well, why didn't we know that?

Cos the wife said it was all rosy.

Ma'am.

The plate confirmation of Stella's
car.

Drove into town about 2am, Tuesday.

-Is that her driving?
-Looks like it.

What, on the road,
the middle of the night?

As you do.

She told us she hadn't been into the
city for months.

Operation Long Run,
all units in place.

All units now in place.

Red One, Red Two and Red
Three are in position.

Eyes on the main entrance.

No sign of Donovan.

The other guy is approaching
the rendezvous point.

The rendezvous!

I hope they're all
wearing their carnations.

-I love a bit of TST, me.
-This isn't about knock-off booze.

It's about that Mark fella
and his best friend's missus.

We're checking his phone records.

I could be there asking her, instead
of sitting here on my backside.

Come on.
15 seconds max.

We get him in custody,
we've got bargaining power.

I doubt he'll even go through with
it.

With the police nosing about,
this is a waste of my time, Joe.

Hasn't shown up yet, boss.

There you are.
Told you.

No visual on Donovan.
Repeat, no visual on Donovan.

Why has it gone quiet?

Got him. Yeah, that's him.
Confirming visual on Mark Donovan.

The van.
Got him.

And he's here.
Can you confirm eye contact?

Roger, sir, confirming eye contact
of suspect Mark Donovan.

Got him. Donovan is here.
A green Transit.

-They're unloading now.
-Can we take them?

No. Wait.

He's stopped unloading.
I think he's clocked us, boss.

What is it?

Get out of here now.
Get out. Now!

He's clocked us. Repeat.
He's clocked us.

0-2, you take the blue van.
We'll take Mark.

Take the other van.
I'll go after Donovan.

Roger, boss.
Go. Go!

Where to?
Cut him off. Get in front of him!

He's getting away.
The bugger is getting away.

Follow him, Red Two.
Put your foot down.

Sorry, boss, he got round me.

Who have we got covering the gate?
Anyone?

Make sure
he doesn't get through the gate.

Where's the bloody uniforms?

Left, left, left!

Head him off down the front,
down the front.

-Well done, lads.
-They've got him.

-Well done.
-Good work, lads.

Got him.

You stupid sod.
You stupid sod!

It's a bit late for that, Mark.

Oh, he's going to be full of himself
now, isn't he, that Owen?

All yours.

-Who grassed me up?
-Who do you think?

I don't know. I genuinely don't.

John.

-Is this a wind-up?
-No.

Well, there's thanks for you!

All the work I put
into his business,

while he's swanning off!

He gave you a promotion
and a pay rise.

1.2%.

He's running two properties,
never mind the golf.

And he gives me 1.2%!

I'm one of his oldest mates.

The selfish bastard!

We've got you on CCTV Tuesday evening

in the car park at his place.

I just...

-wanted to talk to him.
-Well, you looked quite agitated.

One of the lads reckoned they'd seen
him...

late Tuesday afternoon.

I thought he was on a flight to
Dublin.

Yeah, so you were panicking.

I thought he might know.

He'd been off with me for a while.

You know, not looking me in the eye
and...

I was going to tell him.

What, hoping he'd turn a blind eye?

That's a bit risky.

I should never have started this.

I needed the money.

I'm fighting my ex for the kids.

OK. So you told him.

There was a fight.
He gets knocked out.

No.

No, not at all.

I buzzed a few times.
There was no reply.

Maybe he was dead by then.

And maybe he let you in.

He didn't.

Come on.

Would I have done any of this if I
knew I was in the frame for murder?

Is he your man?

Well, you know,
we're working on it.

Whenever you're ready.

-Any matches on the DNA?
-Yeah. Loads.

Everyone but the bloke
we've got in custody.

Most of the family, the cleaning
lady, you.

The only turn-up's a
blood spot in the bathroom

that doesn't
match anyone.

So, nothing putting Mark Donovan
inside the flat.

No. Sorry.

So, could...
Could I take him?

No, you can't!
We've only had him a couple of hours.

OK.
No worries.

I promised the lads Nando's,
anyway.

What was your relationship with his
missus?

Right.

Was it her who told you I'd done it?

-Why would she say that?
-She never cared for me.

Always took my ex's side.

For everything.

So why did you go to see her
yesterday?

To offer my condolences.

I know I was...
Ripping him off, yes.

But I thought we were still mates.

The APC.

Mark's car was seen at 9:45,
but it doesn't come up again.

The caff that he lives above is open
till 3am

and the owner reckons he saw him go
up to the flat and stay there.

Now his car is parked up on the CCTV
the whole night.

So, unless he sneaked out to get a
night bus...

So that leaves us with the wife driving
in the direction of town at 2�m.

-Anything else?
-A bloke at the Italian restaurant

reckons he saw John pick up
the car at 5:30 on Tuesday.

He must have driven
straight back to the flat.

Well,
why did he leave it there 24 hours?

It's like you say,
he was staying somewhere else.

The mum called the son seven times
between midnight and half two.

Have we tracked him down yet?

Yeah. I can get you real time on
where he is at this very moment.

There you go.

So the son is in Bickley.
Isn't that where the uncle lives?

Do we want extra bodies sent up?

No.

Where is anyone going to run to?

I presume he's inside.

Look, I'm so sorry.

I just didn't want him to be
questioned while he is so vulnerable.

No, that's all right, love.

We've had him here on a sort of
detox.

What's he been using?

Alcohol.

Also, skunk, you know,
the kind you get addicted to.

Psychotropic?

John and I, we've...

tried everything, we've spent
a small fortune on clinics.

I guess, sometimes, you have to...

distance yourself
for your own sanity.

Is it working?

-I should say so, yeah.
-That's good.

Luke sorted him out a bit.

Good.

Er, where were you driving, Tuesday,
middle of the night?

2am.

Just around. I couldn't sleep.

That's a long way to go for
insomnia.

Down the A668.

And your car is not back on the road
near your house

until 11 in the morning.
So...

where did you stay?

I stayed here.

She just came here to see Billy.

How do you know?
You was in Berwick.

I'm just going on what they told me.

Came here via the road into the
city, it's a strange route.

I think she stopped for petrol.

Well, that's good.
We can check that.

The middle of the night,
won't be too many customers.

And she called you at 2�m.
Several times.

I'd been and got myself some weed.

Where from, around here?

There's a pub in town.

She came up to take it off me.

It'll be all right.

Right,
we'll split them up

and work them till they slip up.

What about Mark Donovan?
Oh, out of the picture for now.

-Hand him back to Smuggins at the Revenue.
-When he gets back from his lunch.

Ma'am, triangulation maps.
Who, what, where, when.

6pm Tuesday to four the next
morning.

Yellow's Mum.
Billy's blue.

And this is where he says he bought
his drugs.

How far is this from the scene?

On the doorstep, ma'am.

Well, well, well.

And is Luke Shearwood with them?

No. The hotel in Berwick have him
there from Tuesday to early Wednesday.

Right.

But we've got mother and son in the
vicinity.

That'll do.

Now...
what else?

A kid with a history
of substance abuse.

Husband and wife possibly estranged.

A family man.
On antidepressants.

Living apart from the family.

The son's drug use split them apart.
I've seen it before.

Maybe something happened
to split them apart,

which resulted in the drug abuse.

Ma'am. Billy Shearwood's
deleted records.

Ah, well done, Kenny.

Dangerous driving.
We arrested him in 2011.

The CPS upgraded the charge
to manslaughter

in early 2012.

Who did he kill?

A little lad called Ethan Bailey.

Knocked him dead,

showing off in
Daddy's Merc.

The charges were dropped
two months later.

A smart-arse lawyer
by the look of it.

Billy in trouble again, is he?

-That's a shame.
-All right, all right, in you go.

He was doing over 40 in a 30 zone.

The kid died before he reached the
hospital.

Shep...

The shoplifting and the other
offences happened after the accident,

-right?
-A clean sheet before that.

The arresting officer
on one of those Class Bs

remembers him, though,

as being aggressive and a bit of a
wind-up.

Yeah. I've got that.

Stayed away from jail,
though, didn't he?

Well, looking at these,
the family spent a fortune

on lawyers and rehab.

Put 'em into debt.

Can we do an impairment test,

make sure he's fit to talk?

-If we must.
-Thank you.

Do you want to see the triangulation
maps?

That's on the mobile phones.

Look, I didn't go to the flat.

It's a coincidence,
then, is it,

you just passing on
the night he died?

-No.
-What about your son? Got him there, too.

He was in a pub, he was half a mile
down the river from the flat.

I mean, ask them, ask the pub.

He'd been in there most of the day.

He was on psychotropic drugs
less than 800 yards from the scene.

No.
He was just drinking.

I sat with him, then I took him back
to Luke's.

I mean, ask them.
Oh, we will.

Why has it taken you so long to tell
us all this?

Because he's been in trouble before.

And I know you jump to conclusions.

-Do we?
-Yes.

By "trouble", do you mean killing a
young boy?

He did not kill that boy.
I mean, you must have the file.

Is that what triggered the drug use?

Yes.

If it wasn't for that,
everything would still be normal.

What do you mean by "normal"?

John would have
been home full-time

and my family would
still be under one roof.

John blamed himself for it and so
did I.

We should never have let Billy
drive a car like that.

-So why did you?
-It was a one-off.

John asked Billy to pick him up from
work.

I see, showing off to the workforce,
having Billy the chauffeur.

Maybe. Yes.

He was an idiot for asking

and I was an idiot
for not stepping in.

-It was Billy who was speeding.
-No, he wasn't speeding.

Skid marks. How they calculate the
speed.

What I mean is he didn't
know the speed limit.

It's not clear on the road.

Still green on the Highway Code, was
he? Is that how you got him off?

He got off because
it was an accident

and because it's very
clear he has remorse.

He should never have been pursued.

The child was barely visible.

He just ran out into the road.

-So it's the child's fault?
-No.

Obviously not.
I obviously don't think that.

I just think it was an accident
waiting to happen.

Were you estranged from your
husband?

No.

You were living apart.

No.

It was just the commute was eating
into his day.

Only he told another witness
that you had split up.

He can't have done that,
because we hadn't.

He just threw himself into the
business and needed quiet to work.

You knew he was on antidepressants.

Why would he need antidepressants?

He... He was always happy,
always in a good mood.

She's on another planet, that woman.

Here, Joe, ring that pub, see if
Billy was there.

The GP reckons John has been on
the medication since 2012.

Right, so dating from
around the time the lad

started going off the rails.

Thanks.

Her whole life is topsy-turvy

and she's still trying to
sell me happy families.

Do you know?
I think she believes it.

John Shearwood's birthday party.

Found it on the son's phone.

They're all there, all the gang.

-When is this?
-June 2011.

A few weeks before the crash.

Are mother and son both in on it?

-Shared effort?
-OK

So what's the shared motive?

Well, you've got me there.

Not doing the dirty.

Not a bloke with a grudge.

And the son's in pieces, but the
family are pulling together for him.

So what am I missing?

Money?

The geeks have been looking at the
browser history on Shearwood's laptop.

He tried to borrow 15 grand
from an instant-loan website

-the day before he died.
-So desperate for instant cash.

-Why?
-Can only be the debt.

Thanks for that.

The pub reckons Billy
was there from four

until kicking out at
a quarter to three.

They remember because his mam
picked him up.

Yeah, but he could have gone back
to the flat after, couldn't he,

when he's off his rocker?

The petrol station have got him buying
fuel at half three in the morning.

-Headed off in the direction of Bickley.
-Kenny? Phone.

They'd have had to come
all the way back in.

-What is it?
-Do him in

and then all the way out.

In. Out.
Shake it all about.

It's not plausible, is it?

What'll I do?
I've got Custody on my back.

Well, unless they had
a helicopter come in,

killed him and flew out,
I've got nothing.

Ma'am,
there's a biddy on the phone says

she knows who killed
John Shearwood.

Well, that's good,
cos we don't.

-What? She see it on the telly?
-No.

I would have ignored this,

but she's mentioned
something about decking.

-We really appreciate you coming in, love.
-That's all right.

Joe?

So what sort of disturbance?

Every weekend.

Bang, bang, bang!
There's Malachi, f-ing and blinding,

shouting he's going to get a chainsaw
and chop his you know whats off.

-Malachi?
-I'm sorry? Who is Malachi?

His neighbour.
To the back. I'm opposite.

-And this is up in Laytham?
-Where?

-Where do you live, love?
-Lower Denham.

No,
I think we're at cross-purposes.

We're investigating the death of
John Shearwood.

I know.
The removal man.

Well, that's how he started, anyway.

A lovely fella.

-And he's your neighbour in Denham?
-Yes.

He fell out with Malachi
about the noise of the DIY.

I'm sorry, love. This is the fella
that we're talking about.

That's him.
Gemma's fiancee.

Just round this corner, I think.

Get Uniform to check
on the neighbour,

see if she's batty or not.

Look at this.

Is that him hanging
on the back wall?

Yeah, I think it could be.

-What did her work say?
-Not seen her since last week.

-What about next door?
-The same.

She leaves a key with them.

Well,
I think I've got reasonable ground

to suspect she's missing.

Hello?

Hello.

Well, well, well.

I think we've found the third party.

Well, he's certainly got his feet
under the table here.

A bank statement.

A joint account.
Check that out.

Well, this is all beginning
to make sense, isn't it?

This is where he's been
living during the week.

Nothing fresh.

It's how some people eat,
isn't it?

No wonder he's broke.
He's got three houses.

Yeah, can you run a check for us?

It's a Gemma Makins,
75, Wardale Drive.

Give us a call back, will you?
Thanks.

How do people have time for an
affair?

Affair?

This is a double life.

Yeah, I saw her about a week ago.

Did anything seem unusual?

Yeah. She smiled at me.

She's a miserable cow,
normally.

-So, she seemed happy?
-I don't really give her much thought.

You fell out with him, though,
didn't you? Over the noise.

So, right, went to the cops, did
they?

No. John Shearwood has been found
dead.

Christ.

Where were you Tuesday night, between
8pm and 7�m Wednesday morning?

I do replenishment
at the super store.

They'll have my every single
fart noted down for you.

-Well, that's good.
-How long has she lived here for?

A year max, I'd say.

And there was no-one else?
Just...

Her and Mr. Man At B&Q.
Yeah. Am I done?

Come on.
Stand by your beds!

Gemma Makins.
See what the lab can match to that.

Right. Her account's been emptied.

Everything has been transferred to
a joint account they had in Denham.

-When?
-Monday. Five-ish.

Is this before or after he was on
the fast-loans site?

About half an hour after.
Maybe he was ripping her off.

Any other activity on there?

Anything to suggest
where she might be?

Well, there was an
attempt to withdraw cash

two days before
John's body was found.

-In London.
-Who by?

I don't know.
Refused on security grounds.

Right. Check that out.
Anything else? Family? Friends?

Work says she only ever spoke about
John.

They know nothing about her life
before the last year or so.

OK.
Issue a public appeal.

We do that without speaking to the
family first?

Our victim's girlfriend has not
been seen since he was murdered?

What does that make her?

-A potential witness.
-A potential suspect.

-No.
-A potential second victim.

Yeah. What he said.
What's happened?

Nothing. We're just nipping out to
the Raj.

-That's nice.
-I think I might have to rain-check.

No way.
I could murder a curry.

-Who's in?
-I'm in.

Not me. I told you, I've got
parents' evening.

Have mercy, boss.
I'm wasting away here.

-I trust that includes delivery.
-Yeah, it does.

That smells gorgeous.

Yeah, so it should for 50 quid.

I make a lovely curry.

You should come to
ours again some time.

-It's a treat for the workers.
-I see.

-Cos of bloke in from the Revenue?
-Thanks.

Joe said you'd
got yourself an admirer.

I don't think I did say that,
Celine.

Why don't you show
her your website?

She wanted you to see it.

Right.

-Look at that.
-It's a memorial website.

I made a page for Margaret.

Dad said she didn't
have much family.

-So, I thought...
-Well, that's very thoughtful.

What did you say that for?

-Could I have a quick go on that?
-Yeah.

Thanks.

I just want to look somebody up.

Gemma Makins -
Ethan Bailey's mother.

We need to find her.

Right.
I want a full search,

looking for evidence of
where she might have gone.

Or anything to put her in contact
with any of...

-Her?
-No.

-What about him?
-No.

Yes.
Him I recognise,

hanging around outside,
a couple of hours back.

-Are you sure it was him?
-Yeah, a solemn-looking lad.

Ma'am!

Billy has been here since we left.

-Billy?
-OK. Thanks.

The DNA on the hairbrush

matches the bloodstain
in the bathroom.

-Have we missed a body?
-Well, not in the flat.

There'd have been more forensics.

Bring Billy back in.

Ma'am?

John,
I'm upgrading to a forensic sweep.

The guys from the CSI are on their
way over.

See if we can place Billy Shearwood
inside the house.

And if not him, who?
Who else has been there?

OK. OK. I'll phone you later.
I've got to go. Bye.

It's just so blatant,
she must have known.

Stella only sees what she wants to
see.

No, I'm talking about the girlfriend.
Did she not know who he was?

I doubt it's a coincidence.

It's extra motivation for the wife,
though, ins't it?

A call for you.

-Who is it?
-Owen.

-Owen?
-Something's turned up.

Yeah, you might want to get down
here.

What's happened to John?

-Are you Gemma?
-Where is he?

Look,
I've been everywhere else.

Please, just tell me where he is.

How far along is she,
do you reckon?

I'd say about 30 weeks.

Yeah?
What's that in old money?

Seven months-ish.

Imminent, then.

A ticking clock.

She say where she'd been?

Well, she told my lot she was waiting
for John in London at the hotel.

And he never turned up.

Says they were off
on the Eurostar

to visit a property they'd
bought on the Vendee.

Is this your fault?
Was he working for you?

Is that what he said?

He said he was
helping the police.

His business...

was caught up in a fraud.

We're not sure if it was linked to
his death...

Of course it was.

Why do you think that?

He was scared.

That's why he was moving me,

to keep me out of it.

A new life in France, eh?

We exchanged on Monday.

Very nice.

Can I ask you, love,

how long had you been together?

-Two years.
-How did you meet?

Was it before...

..or after young Ethan died?

After.

Could you take us through it?

I don't think you'd understand.

Come on.
Give us a go.

Look, I don't know how much you know
about what happened to Ethan,

but it wasn't my fault.

I thought it was at the time.
I'd been working late.

I was on nights and I'd crashed out
on the sofa.

I didn't hear him leave the house.

Did John... seek you out?

Or...

Yeah.

He... He wanted to apologise
for what Billy had done.

Look, I told him to go away, at
first.

But then he offered to...

help out with practicalities.

I was falling apart.

No job. No nothing.

I wanted to die.

John sort of...saved my life.

So you were friends?

And then your relationship
developed from there?

Yeah.

You knew he was still with his wife,
though.

He had to stay until he'd tied up
the money.

Is that what he told you?

It's the truth.

Look, it was over.

She was...
clinging on, I think.

We were his family now.

Yeah, but, presumably,

something had to change,
love, something had to give.

With the arrival of your bairn.

Exactly. That's why he told her.

Are you telling me Stella knew about
your relationship?

-He told her on Monday.
-Are you sure?

He told her after the house went
through.

So John tells Stella.
Stella goes ballistic.

Not necessarily.

Could have decided to put up with
it.

-You wouldn't, would you?
-Well, people do.

Some women will turn a
blind eye to anything,

so as not to be alone.

I mean, that's been Stella's story
all along, hasn't it?

Everything is rosy.
Nothing to see here.

I want you to give
the lady a lift home

and make sure someone
stays with her.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Now,

there were no calls from John
on Stella's mobile,

so, if he did tell her Monday,

it'd have to have been
over the landline, wouldn't it?

-What a coward.
-Fits, though. Doesn't it?

With him.

Not looking any of it in the eye.

I don't know what's worse,
lying to your family

or falling for the bloke
whose lad killed your son.

Oh, Joe.

There are some women

who are pen pals
with serial killers.

Billy!

Bill!

He's at his uncle's, apparently.
We've sent a team up.

Right, well,
if he's not at Bickley,

I want an all-ports warning.

Mrs. Shearwood, did you kill
your husband?

Why would I?

Why?

He was living with another woman
during the week.

No, he wasn't.

He was having a relationship
with Gemma Makins.

No, he was not.

Well, they met after Ethan died.

Gemma Makins?

The mother?

But we'd never even met her.
We've met her.

And she confirms that is the case.

I don't believe you.

I would have known if he was living
with someone during the week.

Oh, really? I thought it was usual
to have no contact?

That was because he was busy.

And she's pregnant.

That proves she's not with John.

I mean, John,
he hated the baby years.

Why do you think we stopped at one?

And they were planning to set up a
new life together in France.

Right.
Him playing daddy?

Him playing dad in the country,
in...

It's stupid!

Well, she didn't know.

That's for sure.

-Does that rule her out?
-Well, she'd need another motive.

And we're sure it
wasn't suicide?

Only the way things
were crumbling,

I could understand someone looking
for an exit.

Well, maybe...

Maybe he killed himself...

..and then cleaned the scene.

We're looking for Billy. Is he here?

I've not seen him
since we were taken in.

If I knew where he was I'd be with
him.

Yeah. Cheers.

Billy's not at his uncle's, either.

Well, keep 'em searching.

The French place is
still on the market.

Completion was
arranged for Monday,

but the money
never went through.

Looking at it,
I would say Gemma's cash

just filled a void in
their joint overdraft.

That's why he was trying
to get an instant loan,

-bridge the gap.
-French escape plan foiled.

Couldn't face the wife.

Or he had no intention of leaving
his missus in the first place.

In that video, he was happy.

At least, back then.

So maybe Stella's
telling the truth

when she says it
was on the up.

So, what? The French house
was never gonna happen?

Maybe. Maybe he was betraying Gemma.

By sticking with his wife.

I mean, Gemma is not a witness,
she's not a victim,

so what does that make her?

Right.

There's a lot of shouting.
I don't know what's going on.

All right, love, all right.

-Billy!
-Right, Gemma?

Billy! Billy!

Calm down!

Just relax and take a seat.

Sit down.

Did you know it was her?
Did you know it was her?

Billy, I'm sorry,
I know you're in shock.

But sit down.

You didn't know he was...

I knew he was selfish, but this?

How could he do this to Mum?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for everything.

Do you have to press charges?

We'll see.

He needs to cool down first.

John loved him.
I don't want him to...

We've all suffered enough.

We were supposed to be in France
now.

On our new terrace.

Having a sundowner.

Talking out by the pool.

Did John tell you,

the house purchase fell through,
love?

He'd have told me if there was a
problem.

On Monday afternoon,

a French bank tried to take the
funds out of your joint account.

But it was overdrawn.

What, by a hundred quid?

No.

It was more like thousands.

He'd have had a...
plan.

He wouldn't just leave me high and
dry.

We were practically married.

You don't seem to understand that.

Poor girl.

Yeah.

Why do women fall for these charming
types?

Over and over,
you see good woman with bad men.

Don't tar us all with the same
brush.

Talking of charming,
it's Kenny.

You all right?

The London hotel confirms
that Gemma was there.

-How is Billy?
-What about Billy?

Just waiting on the FME.

The solicitor is insisting
on another impairment test.

Of course he is.

Thanks, Kenny.

Get in.

Now, the accident,
her little boy killed,

it triggered everything, didn't it?

All this trouble, I think,
started with that.

Billy is on his way to pick up his
dad from work.

Young Ethan crossing the road to his
mates.

Billy doing 40,
he didn't stand a chance.

What was he doing here, Billy, do
you reckon?

-He must have got lost.
-A short cut?

Wait a minute.

So the lad runs out into the road.

Billy hits him.

He's scooped up into the ambulance.

Over there.

Now the skid marks...

..are going from left to right,
so he's travelling...

in that direction.

Get lost, coppers!

Just ignore 'em.

They're showing off to their mates.

Which way is the depot from here?

That way.

So speeding or not...

..he's travelling in the wrong
direction.

Come on.

They're letting you roam the
streets, then?

Yeah. Thank God.

Well, the more you give 'em,
the better it'll look to the jury.

I know, I...

I wasn't at it to hurt John.

I just needed the money. I...

As soon as I started,
I wanted to stop.

He'd done a lot for me.

Yeah, I wanted to ask you
about your divorce proceedings.

Why have you got that?

You see,
for a while,

we thought you might have been
having a relationship with Stella.

You what?

I get it. No love lost.

But John was your mate,
wasn't he?

Through thick and thin,
John stood by you.

Even paid your legal fees,
according to these papers.

He did, yeah,
he was good like that.

Yeah, now...

I thought he was a "selfish
bastard".

I said that when I was angry.

Because this...

that's going the extra mile,
isn't it?

So, when you went to see him Tuesday
to confess...

..to ask him to turn a blind eye
to your goings-on...

..was it because he's a good bloke?

Or was it because...

..you had something over him?

No.

Like I said, the more you tell us...

..the better it'll look.

Shep!

Have they done the tests?
Yeah, but he won't speak.

Still in shock.

Well, brace yourself, lad,
it's going to get a whole lot worse.

So, tell me,

who was driving the car
that hit Ethan Bailey?

The facts of the crash
have been investigated.

You don't have to answer that.

You weren't on your
way to the depot

to pick up your dad
when it happened. Were you?

You were on your way
back from the depot,

having already picked him up.

And, what's more,

Mark Donovan has just
confirmed he saw your dad

get into the driving seat.

He also told me
that he and your dad

were enjoying some
beers with the workers.

Party time!
Celebrating some award.

So was your dad in the car with you?

Was your father...

drunk-driving,

when he killed Ethan Bailey?

Dad had points for speeding.

I had a clean licence.

We thought Ethan was only injured.

I mean...

he could talk.

He could...
cry.

But he got worse in the ambulance.

There weren't any witnesses.

Dad left before anyone arrived.

I told the police I was driving the
car on my own.

Did your dad ask you to do that?

It was my own idea.

He went along with it, though,
didn't he?

I just didn't want him to get into
trouble.

And I bet it was a shock
when you heard Ethan had died

and you're faced with a manslaughter
charge.

Yeah.

We had no idea that would happen.

At least Dad said he had no idea.

I don't know what to believe.

Why did you go into town
the night your dad died?

Sometimes, I'm fine.

Sometimes, it boils over
and I want to kick his head in.

It ruined my life.

Everyone thinking I'd done
something.

Even by accident.

You could see them thinking...

So did it boil over that night?

If I'd killed my father, I'd tell
you.

I've nothing left to lose.

I don't believe you.

John would never let that happen.

I mean, no father would do that.

He loved us.

He would never sacrifice...

his own son.

Did you know about this?

No.

No, I didn't.

-We're offsky.
-Right.

Sorry if we got in your hair.

For what it's worth,
Mark gave us the names we wanted.

So no more bargain Grouse for me,
then?

-Do you know when the funeral might be?
-No.

Sad. I can't square it
with the guy I knew.

Did he really let his lad shoulder
all that?

Well, self-preservation,
that's the first instinct.

How do you know all that?

Have you been sniffing
around my incident room?

Kenny.

But even under pressure,
to lay all that on your kid?

Well, the damage was already done.
There was no going back on that.

Why did no-one know, at the time,
he was driving?

Well, the lad was going berserk,
he looked guilty.

A distraction.

Joe...

You said the bloke at
the Italian ID'd John

as having picked up his car,
right?

-Yeah.
-Well, will you double-check that?

Only, on the security footage,
at the flat,

we only see his car,
not his face.

OK.

I mean, why are we thinking this
happened on Tuesday night?

Why? Because that's the last-known
sighting.

But it's not a sighting of him,
is it?

It's a sighting of his car.

How do we know who was driving?

I mean, say, in this period...

..he's not missing.

But already dead.

Hang on.
A neighbour heard buzzing at nine.

Yeah, but he didn't answer,
did he?

And his last text was sent at 7:50,

which was his lie that he'd
just arrived in Dublin.

Yeah, well,
what if he never sent it?

What if the killer got
his phone and sent it?

-So who?
-Someone responsible.

Someone who knew Stella
needed reassurance.

And here's Billy thinking
he's got nothing left to lose.

He does, doesn't he?
He does.

Sorry it's late.

We just wanted to check a detail.

Yeah. Sure.

What time did you leave for Berwick
on Tuesday?

I don't know.

Well, you checked into
the hotel at 8:30pm.

A couple of hours drive, max.

So, yeah, maybe six-ish.

So not really "most" of Tuesday,
is it?

Did I say that?

Yeah, you did.

And we're guessing...

to put yourself as far from John's
flat as possible.

Stella mentioned that he was
off to Ireland to play golf.

Which was obviously a lie.

On his own for a week?
Yeah, right.

But she has her head in the sand, as
ever.

So you went to see
him Monday night,

to confront him about the affair?

No. No.
It's worse than that.

The car crash,
it wasn't...

Billy who killed Ethan.

-It was...
-John. Yes, we know.

How long have you known?

Not long.

The day before, I think.
I lost it with Billy.

He got himself a stash.

He was laughing and...

cross-eyed and legless.

I lost my temper with him.

I told him he should be ashamed of
himself.

He'd had everything
handed to him on a plate

and this is how he
repays his poor parents?

So that's how it all came out?

How did you react?

I couldn't believe it.

I knew John could be selfish,

but this was Billy.

I'm only his uncle,
but...

Take us through what happened
when you got there.

He'd been on the wine.

I think he'd had a boozy lunch at
Rodolfo's.

Even left his car there.

He was still drinking,
back at the flat.

Did he confess to the affair or
killing Ethan?

No.

He denied all of it.

I lost it then. I lost it.

Just the barefacedness of it.

Yeah, but how did he die?

I told him I was going to get
the whole thing out in the open.

He went ballistic.

He put his hands around my throat.

I honestly thought that he was...

I pushed him away.

He went for me again.

He hit his head on the glass.
He was OK. He was dazed.

I tried to help him up.

And then he swung for me.

And I...
pushed him.

You pushed him...

..over the balcony, hm?

Accidentally, I swear.

I thought no-one will believe this.

I panicked.
And...

You put his body into the river.

I nearly called you. I nearly did.

But, instead, you just carried on as
normal.

And the next day, off you went to
Berwick.

But not before picking up his car
from the restaurant.

And driving it back to his place,

so it would look
like he'd returned.

Have a look at this.

See the broken skin on the knuckles?

It suggests that he hit
someone.

Perhaps he hit you first.

-He did.
-You could have claimed self-defence.

If you'd just left the body and come
to us.

Left the scene intact.

That's how it happened.

I didn't think it would kill him.

-I swear.
-It didn't...

kill him.

He was still alive when he went into
the water.

I don't believe you.

But the shoelaces you tied
together...

..now that would have held him back.

Please...

Tell me that's not true.

Sorry, love.

I can't.

No.

I don't believe it.

Well done, Uniform.

See?
Not all the same.

Good lad.

A memento.

One each.

-For you. And for you.
-Thank you.

That's very kind.

Yeah, well, I suppose you did help
me out a little bit.

Well...

nudged me in the right direction,
anyway, so...

-Thanks very much.
-Well...

-High praise, indeed.
-Well.

Do you...

Do you fancy going out for a coffee?

-You what?
-Well, to celebrate.

-With coffee?
-OK. OK.

Coffee for me.

-Do you not drink?
-I'm in recovery.

-Are you?
-So how about it, then?

Saturday?

Bugger!

Joe's missus has invited me over for
lunch on Saturday.

OK.
Another time, then.

-Yeah. Maybe.
-Yeah. OK.

-Yeah. Thanks.
-OK?

-Yeah.
-Thanks.

-You're never coming round to ours, are you?
-No, I'm not.

I like being on my own,
don't I?

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