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-(music playing)
-(background chatter)

I'm so glad you could come.

This is how it's
done though, look.

(glass smashes)

Hello.

(indistinct chatter)

(background chatter)

I like what you're wearing.

-Thank you.
-It's nice.

I had three...

(sinister music)

(flames crackling)

What you doing here?

I told you, it's over.

Go home, Maddie.

(glass clinks)

Hey, hey.

Don't do anything stupid.

Stop.

-(dramatic music)
-(others gasps)

GIRL: Maddie.

Stop. You're crazy. Stop!

Stop, Maddie.

Get off.

(ominous music)

Oh.

Whatever you think
this is, yeah...

it ain't love.

(ominous music crescendo)

(theme music)

(dramatic music)

(seagulls crying)

(grass rustling)

(panting)

(watch beeps)

Hello?

(ominous music)

Oh, my God.

(struggling)

Help!

(struggling)

Help!

Help!

Someone!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

-Oh, come on.
-(phone beeps)

-(phone beeps)
-For God's sake.

(high tempo music)

(wind chime clinking)

(birds twittering)

(knocking on door)

Hello?

(knocking on door)

Anyone home?

(chair rattles)

(panting)

(plant pot smashes)

Oh, sugar.

(to himself) Where's the phone?

Come on.

(keys jangling)

(door squeaks)

-Hello?
-Oh, God.

No, it's alright, it's alright.

I'm a police officer.

Honestly. Seriously.

What are you doing in my house?

Look, I... I just needed
to get to a phone.

-There's been an emergency.
-Well, how did you get in here?

Sorry, the... the
window was open, I...

look, I... I don't
have ID, but...

honestly, I'm a police officer.
You can look it up online.

Three Counties Police
website, Thomas Lynley.

Well, what's happened?

Someone's drowned on the Broads.

I need to call for help.

Please.

Okay. Err...

I'm Donna, Donna Rathmell.

(sighs)

Here, you can use this.

Thanks.

(phone ringing)

You know the area. I
may need your help.

(dramatic music)

Oh...

You know him?

Err...

Alex Kerne, his...

his parents own The
Stracey Arms, the hotel.

God, what happened?

I think he must've capsized.

Got dragged under
by the tow-back.

Where's his kayak? Sorry.

(seagulls crying)

(water struggling)

(struggling)

The thing's full of water.

Do you know where he
would've launched from?

Erm, upstream.

There's a... there's
a landing spot.

Can you show me?

Yeah.

Thanks.

(ominous music)

Do you mind? Sorry.

(geese honking)

OFFICER: Just down here.

Inspector?

SGT ATHILL: Miss Rathmell?

We just got the call.

DONNA: This is Sergeant Athill.

(sighs)

Are you the one
that found the body?

Thomas Lynley, Major
Investigations Team.

What, you just
happened to be here?

I was out on a run.

This is our local GP, Dr Bessey.

It's Alex Kerne.

Jesus.

(poignant music)

Listen, I think we need
to cordon off this area.

Yeah, but... but it's an
accident, wouldn't you say?

I'm treating it as
a suspicious death.

What?

I can confirm he's dead.

Tow-back's made a
mess of him, poor lad.

He has cuts to
the face and neck.

Can we get them out of here?

-Seriously. Hey.
-Hey.

Hey, get the hell
away from here.

You put that damn phone away.

Come on, come on. Let's go.

I don't get any
phone signal here.

Yeah, there isn't any.
Not beside the river.

I need to get through
to my sergeant.

You can use my
radio. But look, I...

I know his family, okay?

I need to inform his parents.

(sinister music)

How long have you
known him, Alex?

All his life.

Everyone knows everybody.

He and my son, Craig,
were at school together.

And Craig works for his parents.

DI LYNLEY: I'm so sorry.

(high tempo music)

(building materials clanking)

(workers shouting)

-Tammy?
-(door closes)

Are, err, Mr and Mrs Kerne here?

Yeah. They're in the back.

A delivery. I'll
just go get 'em.

CRAIG: Dad?

-Hey.
-CRAIG: Hey.

-Craig.
-What you doing here?

Down by the river,
there's been an accident.

CRAIG: What kind of accident?

What's going on?

Erm...

listen, erm... I'll...

I'll tell you all about
it later, bud, okay?

(tense music)

Alright?

Steve-o. Everything alright?

I, err, I need to,
err, speak to you both.

-Who's your friend?
-SGT ATHILL: DI Lynley.

What's going on?

Let's go somewhere
private, can we?

Yeah.

What?

(mournful music)

No.

-No.
-(clattering)

No. (breaks down crying)

(workmen chatting)

SGT HAVERS: Thought this was
supposed to be your day off?

It didn't quite
work out like that.

What you smirking at?

Lycra.

Right, where we heading?

Sedgeford first, I
need to get my car.

There're some
clothes in the boot.

And then I'll show you where
the body was discovered.

(wolf whistles)

DI LYNLEY: Oh, please.

(car engine starts)

-(sinister music)
-(car door closes)

(gulls crying)

Okay, we need to
seal off the cordon

and retrace his steps
along the bank. Alright?

-Right you are.
-Yes, Sir.

That's where I found the body,

just floating in the water.

And what's this?

It's some kind of monument.

Is there any reason to suppose
it wasn't just an accident?

Yeah. Here.

Take those. Let me show you.

CSI: Yeah, yeah... start here.

(mysterious music)

This is where he launched from.

Okay.

And here...

Now, this was his.

It's bone dry.

It's unused.

He went into the water
without wearing it.

And that's the sum
total of your reasoning?

-It's a bit of a stretch.
-No, look.

There's two sets of prints,

and then one of them,
here, stops abruptly.

Look, can you see?

And then those,
those are drag marks.

Also, the plug in his kayak

had been removed.

What?

He went into the water in a boat

that was basically a death trap.

(ominous music)

Sir?

A tooth.

I reckon that's human.

Residue emanating from
the nose and mouth,

classic sign of drowning.

The body looks like it's
been battered by the rocks.

What about the tooth we found?

There's one missing here.

It could've been
a fall, I guess,

or a blow from something.

You noticed something?

This injury here
doesn't fit the pattern.

And there's a couple
of others like it.

They look older.

I don't think they've
come from the accident.

I'll need to take a closer look.

DELLA: The police are
sending a car for us

in half an hour.

Where's Keira? We
can't leave her.

She's upstairs.
Tammy's with her.

I wish things had
been different.

I keep replaying the
last thing he said to me.

Don't.

Don't think about it.

Honestly.

He...

he didn't mean any of it.

(sobbing)

Come on.

(Keira sobbing)

Did...

did Craig's dad
say what happened?

Accident on the water.

That's all they know.

He loved that place.

He spent his life on the water.

Hey.

Hey, come here.

(girls sobbing)

I'm sorry.

I should be comforting you.

It's fine.

-(gasps)
-(mysterious music)

You don't think...

I mean...

What?

What you showed me,

that stuff she said
to him those messages.

No. Don't... don't even say it.

I need to see her.

I need to ask her, face to face.

DI LYNLEY: I'm so sorry.

We need a formal identification.

It's alright.

I need to see him.

I need to see my baby.

(suspenseful music)

(both crying)

(sombre music)

(bicycle clattering)

(mysterious music)

(birds singing)

(bell ringing)

(footsteps approaching)

Oh, God...

Keira. Sweetheart,
I am so sorry.

I just heard the news.

(dramatic music)

Oh, God, you poor thing.
Your parents, I...

-I can't imagine.
-Who told you?

Erm, one of the
builders saw the police

down in the village.

I... I want to
speak to Madelaine.

Oh, actually, she's
not here right now.

I can wait. Can I... can I wait?

It's really important
that I speak to her.

Mm-hmm. But you...
your mum and dad,

they probably need
you back home.

No, they're not there.

They're with the police.

Anyway, it's probably
best that you go.

(foreboding music)

I'm sure whatever you have
to tell her, it can...

it can wait.

(sighs)

(footsteps crunching on gravel)

We're thinking of you.

(disquieting music)

That was Keira and Tammy.

I told them you weren't here.

She was in a state, but...

even so...

I don't want you
mixing with them.

Take your medicine.

(door closes)

(chair scrapes)

DI LYNLEY: I'm
sorry to tell you,

but we're treating the
death as suspicious.

-What?
-Erm...

erm... I don't understand.

I thought it was an accident.

Well, there are certain
things that just don't add up.

Like what?

SGT HAVERS: Well, we
think there might've been

someone else there with him.

And we just need to ask some
more questions about Alex.

Was he in college or school?

-He left school after his GCSEs.
-(tense music)

He worked every
summer at the hotel.

He, erm, was starting
his own business.

DELLA: Yeah.

It was Outward Bound.

He was teaching kayaking.

So, he was pretty experienced?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Do you have any idea
who might've been

with him this morning?

Erm...

he may have been
teaching a lesson.

I'm not sure.

And did he always
wear a life jacket

when he was on the water?

-Yeah, of course.
-Always.

He was very safety conscious.

(dark music)

Well, not the first
time someone's drowned

in the river there.

Yeah, there's some sort of
monument on the riverbank.

Look, clearly the kayak
was tampered with.

(sighs)

Also, he was experienced,
he was an instructor.

I think someone was with him

in the moments before he died,

a kayaking lesson.

Why haven't they come forward?

Why haven't they contacted us?

Look. (sighs)

There's a set of prints
that stops abruptly.

-And then there are drag marks.
-(dramatic music)

Maybe Alex was
knocked unconscious,

dragged along, then
dumped in the water.

Millions cut in our budget,

this whole department
is drowning.

I've got criminal gangs
running trafficking routes,

I've got an increase in
violent street crime.

Some kid drowns in a river,

known to be a dangerous spot.

I understand.

But I promise the press
will have a field day

if we don't investigate

and it turns out a
crime was committed.

Alright.

Thank you, Sir.

We should check out
the other death.

-What?
-You said there was a monument.

The place is clearly dangerous.

Yeah, no, good idea.
Can you look into it?

Mm-hmm.

It would've been easier
if we had his phone.

We trawled the
riverbank, no sign of it.

I've been through his laptop.

He had an online booking
system for lessons.

-And?
-You were right.

Someone booked in
for that morning.

The name given was Adams.

I've been trying to track them.

Oh, and I've been through
his social media accounts.

He's obviously something
of a Romeo. Check this out.

SGT HAVERS: "You are
everything to me."

God, I hate teenagers.

Presumably you were one once.

-SGT HAVERS: Mm.
-(chuckles)

Message here from his admirer,

dated a month ago.

He was threatened.

(suspenseful music)

-(birds singing)
-(wind chime clinking)

(doorbell chimes)

Oh. Thanks.

Err, this one is the
Hill Fort, up by Warham.

Warham Camp, it's called.

DI LYNLEY: Who's the girl?

DONNA: Friend of a neighbour.

And that one is the flint
pits, an iron age mine.

It's a local farmer.

Well, it's a beautiful area.

DONNA: Yeah.

Now I can see why
people are drawn to it.

But you're not from around here?

London, Finchley.

But...

I needed somewhere to
escape to after my divorce,

so...

Do you make your living
from photography?

Lord no. I wish I did.

I teach three days a week
at the local college,

art and photography.

(DC Lynley chuckles)

(mysterious music)

Did you ever teach Alex Kerne?

Err, only for a week or two.

He barely even
started the course.

Erm, come through.

Dropped out of school.

Do you mind if I
ask you about Alex?

Err, sure. But...

I dunno how much help I can be.

Well, you live
closest to the river.

It's possible you might've
seen or heard something.

You didn't see
anything or anyone

by the river this morning?

Err, well now you
mention it, I...

yeah, I guess I do
remember hearing

raised voices when
I was on my out.

Any idea who that was?

Okay.

Who did Alex hang out with?

Err, he had a girlfriend,
Maddie, Madelaine.

I guess you'd call theirs
a up and down relationship.

-What does that mean?
-Just a bit volatile.

Erm, she's just a bit troubled.

And would anyone
going to the river,

do they need access
across your land?

It's not my land. I mean...

everything beyond the
garden gate's actually...

owned by developers.

It's just sold.

I mean, you know
about the Larwoods?

-No, tell me.
-(dark music)

Local family,
property developers.

And they invested
money in the hotel,

gonna turn it into
some sort of...

flash spa and golf course.

Okay.

Madelaine's their daughter.

Right.

Larwood?

Yeah, it's a big land deal.

Yes, I read about it
in the trade press.

400 acres, spa, golf course.

Yes. Apparently it's going
to revitalise the area.

The Larwoods are worth a
great deal, several million.

Well, that's the gossip.

Going to renovate
the hotel next year,

turn it into a private club,
install a first-class chef.

Well...

Right, food is ready.

You really made all this, Tommy?

Back at Oxford, you
couldn't boil an egg.

(chuckles)

Well, people change,
learn new skills.

Right. Are you sure that
there's not a wrapper out there

in the bin somewhere?

(chuckles)

Now who's the detective?

How long are you
renting the place for?

(dramatic music)

Oh, I, err, I only
signed up for a year.

Gonna buy somewhere?

(chairs scrape)

Why?

You keen to sell me something?

No.

Just wondering if you're
putting down roots here.

(glasses clink)

(chuckles)

(keyboard clacking)

(suspenseful music)

(background chatter)

Follow me, guys.

Okay, step into my office.

Okay, carbon fibre.

You can see where
it's been dented.

I found DNA on the paddle,

ran a test and it
matches the victim's.

Well, he was missing a tooth.

Do you reckon maybe he was
struck with the paddle blade?

Well, we found splinters
in the victim's mouth

which match it, so that
supports that conclusion, yeah.

Someone attacked him.

Yeah.

Died from drowning, no question.

Lungs were heavy
and hyperinflated.

The missing tooth
suggests he was hit first,

likely knocked unconscious.

Oh, and also...

...there's DNA from
one other person

found under the
victim's fingernails.

What, really?

Yeah. See if you
can get a match.

Run it through the database.

Yeah, okay.

And then there's
these, unusual pattern.

Hard to tell, but I reckon
they're a month old.

And one of them
has been sutured.

-What?
-(high tempo music)

He was seen by a doctor.

DI LYNLEY: Interesting.

Everyone keeps calling.

(sighs) No one
knows what to say.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna drive down
and see my mother.

I need to tell her face to face.

It feels... weird,

the way it happened in
exactly the same place.

Yeah, I know.

(eerie music)

I know, I know, I keep
thinking about it.

Why don't you open
some of them cards?

(footsteps receding)

(envelope tearing)

(bottle top clinking)

(suspenseful music)

(door squeaks open)

(sighs)

(tin clatters loudly)

(door squeaks open)

Nope. Nothing.

No hospital admissions
for Alex Kerne.

She said one of the
wounds was sutured.

Well, I dunno, maybe the
local doctor dealt with him.

Okay.

Then why didn't he
say anything to us?

(keys rattle)

(dark music)

(car rumbles)

(tense music)

(door opens)

-Hi.
-(door closes)

Can I help you with something?

We need to see Dr Bessey.

Surgery's just
closing for today.

It's not a medical appointment.

-We're here on police business.
-(door creaks open)

...okay then.

-Ah, Dr Bessey.
-Inspector.

Can we beg a moment
of your time?

We're just leaving.

Bye, Mrs Larwood.

-Bye.
-Larwood?

You're the local developer here?
-Yeah.

Inspector Lynley,
Sergeant Havers.

And who's this?

Err, this is my
daughter, Madelaine.

Ah, I'm so sorry for your loss.

I'm sorry, what are
you talking about?

Alex Kerne.

We'd like to talk to you
about him, Madelaine.

Oh no, no, no, you've
been misinformed.

He is nothing to do
with us. Bye-bye.

(mysterious music)

-DR BESSEY: Please.
-(door opens)

(surgery door closes)

What a lovely little
place you have here.

Hmm. Been my home for
40 years. (chuckles)

How can I help you?

Can we ask you about Alex Kerne?

Of course, yes.

Had he been seen
by you recently?

Err, seen?

Emergency medical appointment.

He was a patient
here, certainly.

How about in the last month?

You're asking me to open up
his private medical files.

I'm not sure I can do that.

Oh, we're enquiring about
something quite specific.

An attack.

I'm not quite sure I follow you.

There were a number of
scars on Alex's body.

Well, he was caught by
the current, so, err...

No, no, not that.

Our pathologist says that
these occurred a month ago.

DI LYNLEY: The skin was split.

But the wounds had
been treated, sutured,

by a medical professional.

SGT HAVERS: It's likely he
would've come to you, Doctor.

-(unnerving music)
-(anxious breathing)

We can get a warrant,

seize his medical records.

DR BESSEY: No.

No, that, err, that
won't be necessary.

Yes, he came to me.
He'd been attacked.

He didn't see who
his assailant was.

Did you report it to the police?

Alex had been the victim
of two separate attacks.

The second one killed him.

He was struck in the
face with a paddle,

and, given the absence
of defensive injuries,

it's most likely
he was unconscious

when he went in the water.

The earlier attack
may have been linked.

Same perpetrator perhaps.

But you didn't say anything.

Why?

Why did you fail to
mention it to us?

I know people.

People with influence.

You can't come in here and
interrogate me in this way.

Well, we know people
too, as it happens.

His dad's an earl,

if you wanna play that game.

(dramatic music)

I never would've
mentioned it if I knew

you were gonna keep
banging on about it.

Sorry, my Lord.

(clanging)

(jack hammer pulsating)

-(background chatter)
-(keys rattling)

Hey, how's it going?

How, erm, how far have you got?

Oh, we're still just
collating evidence.

You might have some
information we need, actually.

Sure. Yeah, yeah. Happy to help.

How can I be of service?

Alex dated Madelaine Larwood.

Who told you that?

What's your perspective on
her? What type of kid is she?

We know their
relationship was volatile.

Well, I... I can't really
comment on that, so...

We know someone was sending him

threatening messages online.

Does that sound like
the kind of thing

Madelaine would do or...?

Did he have other lovers?

-You don't understand.
-Understand?

Okay, fine, well...

explain it to us.

This is a special community.

You know, it's friends
and neighbours, right?

Crime rate's low.

See, my job is to keep
things ticking over, not...

lock someone up every time
there's an altercation.

So, you know.

You know he was attacked
about a month ago?

Yeah.

Why wasn't it reported?

Alex, erm...

he refused to say
who was responsible.

It was probably just two
kids having a quarrel.

Why on earth didn't you tell us?

(sighs)

You think a small community

can just make up its own rules?

This isn't the Wild West.

-(jack hammering)
-(background workmen chatter)

You'll have to excuse
me. I'm needed elsewhere.

(suspicious dark music)

What the hell is happening
with this village?

(door bangs)

(chair scrapes)

(dark music)

(bottle top clinks)

(crow cawing)

SGT HAVERS: That's the
information we needed,

two kids having a quarrel.

DI LYNLEY: He never said
it was Madelaine Larwood.

Let's speak to her friends
before we talk to her.

Hmm.

Hang on, is that
Keira? Alex's sister.

(car rumbling)

(birds singing)

-(car doors close)
-(phone pings)

SGT HAVERS: Keira?

I'm DI Lynley.

I'm Sergeant Havers.

Can we come sit
with you for a bit?

DI LYNLEY: Just for a chat.

You know, don't you, that...

we think Alex's
death was suspicious?

(poignant music)

This wasn't the first
time he was attacked.

Someone hurt him before?

I warned him.

Alex?

I told him, she's weird.

She does weird stuff.

She, Madelaine?

KEIRA: They started
seeing each other.

SGT HAVERS: Mm-hmm.

I don't think he was...
as serious as she was.

(dog barks distantly)

He used to go over there
when her parents were out.

Hmm.

And she sort of... sort
of fixated on... Alex.

You know, she would
get jealous if...

if he so much as looked
at another person.

You think he was
interested in someone else?

He kept disappearing.

She, she couldn't
get a hold of him.

-(teens chatting)
-(fire crackling)

KEIRA: We had this party.

She turned up.

You know I fancy you, right?

-KEIRA: She went bat shit crazy.
-(bottles clinking)

(suspenseful music)

-Cut herself.
-(teens gasping)

In front of everyone.

Get off.

She wanted his attention.

She was sending him
threatening messages online.

Are you certain
they were from her?

A week later, he
comes staggering home

with blood all over him.

He'd been attacked...

on the farm track.

Right.

And what happened next?

Steve Athill came to see us.

We were asked not
to talk about it.

We?

Me, my mum and dad, everyone.

Hang on, you... you're
saying you were all told

to stay silent?

We all knew Madelaine
had done it.

Yeah, we, we were warned
not to cause a fuss.

And everyone just
went along with it?

KEIRA: You don't
understand this place.

The Larwoods could literally

chuck us all off
the land right now,

if that's what they wanted.

Everyone is beholden to them.

They invested hundreds of
thousands in the hotel.

You know, they... they
own a massive chunk of it.

Steve's son, Craig,

he's been promised a promotion

as soon as the new place opens.

Everyone needs
the Larwood money,

we can't afford for
them to pull out.

(pulsating music)

SGT HAVERS: Keira?

Keira, look at me.

Do you think Madelaine
did this to Alex?

(sighs) I don't know.

(engine rumbling)

Hi, can I help
you? Hugh Larwood.

(car door closes)

DI Lynley.

Actually, it's your
daughter we've come to see.

She's not very well.

Not a good time.

I'm afraid we're in
a position to insist.

(tense music)

Alright, follow me.

This way.

(boot closes)

(door squeaks open)

BETH: Lynley, do
I know that name?

Err, my family
live at Howenstow.

(dove cooing)

BETH: Oh, of course. (chuckles)

Your father's the
Earl of Asherton.

You know him?

BETH: Fakenham.

He's always at the meet.

-Yeah.
-Good breeder.

He's got a fine set of stables.

So, how long have
you lived here?

Oh, I was born here.

This place has always
been home to me.

We made our money
in property abroad.

And you decided to invest
it in the local economy?

Hmm.

You're major shareholders
in the hotel. Is that right?

We're partners with
the Kerne family.

We're investigating the
death of Alex Kerne.

Sorry, I...

I... I thought it
was an accident.

I mean, that's what
people are saying.

Your daughter, Madelaine,

was involved with Alex?

I don't know where
you'd get that from.

Madelaine threatened Alex.

He also had multiple
wounds from an attack.

Now hang on.

When did she first
start seeing him?

Yeah, we... we didn't
think it was a good idea.

I mean, he was a nice
enough lad, but...

since we were connected
in... in business...

and she fell for
him pretty badly.

Actually, she became...
rather unhappy.

She kept going out,
trying to find him.

-And he was...
-(sinister music)

Well, he was, he was just
young, I suppose, and...

didn't want a
long-term relationship.

He saw other girls?

Yeah, we, err, we assumed.

So, Madelaine got
jealous, hence the threat.

Threat is a strong
word, Inspector.

We found messages
on social media.

No other way of saying it.

(mug scraping)

I think it's time we
spoke to Madelaine.

Right.

(poignant music)

Maddie?

(door clatters)

-(clattering, banging)
-Madelaine?

-(high tempo music)
-Err, I can't... Madelaine?

Can you do something?

Madelaine! (crashing)

Maddie. Madelaine.

She's gone.

Hugh.

Hugh!

(car rumbling)

DISPATCHER: Control
to DS Havers?

DS Havers.

DISPATCHER: We've put
out a description.

Not a lot of
officers in the area.

(sighs) Okay.

Urgh.

I keep thinking about
her online stuff.

-Yeah, me too.
-Right?

"I don't wanna
live without you."

Okay, so where would you go?

I reckon I know.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

(water rippling)

(grass rustling)

(gulls crying)

Madelaine?

(suspenseful music)

Hi.

I'm Sergeant Havers, police.

Barbara Havers. Can
I come talk to you?

Why are you here?

We're looking for you, actually.

Just to check you're okay.

What, you think I did this?

You think I'm the one.
I... I didn't hurt him.

I didn't kill him, I loved him.

SGT HAVERS: Okay.

I just wanna talk, yeah?

Are you alright?

They were gonna send me away,

to a boarding school.

They didn't want
me mixing with him.

He was the only thing in
my life that made me happy.

And now I've lost him.

(poignant music)

Come on.

(clock ticking)

-Beth?
-Hugh?

They've found her. The
police have got her.

I'm just going over
to the station.

You need to talk to them.

You need to tell
them everything.

They won't charge her. They
don't have any evidence.

Everything will soon
blow over, you'll see.

Just don't get involved.

Alright?

(high tempo music)

I just saw Maddie
with those detectives.

I reckon they've arrested her.

What for?

(background chatter)

This is DS Havers and DI Lynley

interviewing Madelaine Larwood

in the presence of her
father, Hugh Larwood,

and the family's
solicitor, James Woolston.

Okay, so, Madelaine,
you've been cautioned.

Do you understand
what that means?

I need you to say
it out loud, please,

for the purpose
of the recording.

-Yes.
-SGT HAVERS: Okay.

So, we need to talk about Alex.

I know that it upsets you,

but you need to tell
us everything...

...from the beginning.

When did you start seeing him?

Madelaine?

(tense music)

About four months ago.

Before the summer
there was a party

on the waste ground,

near the river.

We all go there regularly.

That's when we first,
err, got together.

And you had pretty strong
feelings for him, right?

What made you do
that to yourself?

Was that because of Alex?

You thought he was
being unfaithful?

Yes?

What made you suspicious of him?

Sometimes I couldn't get
a hold of him for hours.

It was like he just disappeared.

Hmm, there must've
been something else,

something to make you
suspect him, right?

What was it?

They had a special place.

They?

A place where they would meet.

What place?

The old woods.

I saw pictures of him.

(tense music continues)

Go on.

On his phone.

Naked in the woods.

She doesn't have an alibi,
for either incident.

I dunno.

-Doesn't feel right.
-No?

If she was guilty,
she'd at least

try and cover her tracks.

Yeah. We don't have
enough to detain her.

Tony, you got something for us?

Dr James Bessey received
an official reprimand

from the GMC for
undocumented prescriptions.

He has a history of handing out
drugs without keeping records.

That explains why he
didn't want the law

-poking their noses in.
-Mm.

Oh, and a message
from tech support.

-Yeah?
-Alex's phone.

We got a signal.
It was only brief.

But someone's likely
turned it on and off again.

You're kidding?

Suppose it's too
much to hope someone

managed to locate it?

Like I said, it was brief.

(mysterious music)

-(workmen chatting)
-(equipment clattering)

-(scaffold pole clanks)
-(suspenseful music)

(leaves rustling in breeze)

(birds squawking)

(door slams)

(dramatic music)

(treacherous music)

(pole clanking)

(breathing shakily)

-Argh. (smashing glass)
-(Ben grunting)

Argh. Argh.

-(pots, glass smashing)
-Argh.

Argh!

(clanging, smashing)

Ben. What are you doing?

No. No. Stop. Please.

(both grunt, struggle)

-(smashing)
-(gate clangs)

-(Ben screams)
-(pot smashes)

-He's gone mad.
-(smashing)

-Call the police.
-(smashing continues)

(suspenseful music)

-Alright.
-(pot shatters)

-(Ben screams)
-Stop.

Ben, stop right there.

Don't move!

You hear me?

(Ben whimpers)

You're not gonna shoot me.

Well, let's find out.

(suspenseful music continues)

DISPATCHER: Attention all units.

Armed man threatening
residents at Dereham Manor.

Suspect believed to
be Benjamin Kerne.

Approach with caution.

We're on our way. We're
just at the crossroads.

Don't do anything stupid, Ben.

Please.

(engine roaring)

(panting)

-She did it.
-Ben.

Your daughter.

Your sick daughter
killed my son.

You don't know
what you're saying.

You're upset. Now,
put that thing down.

God, no.

Beth, keep out of the way.

Last warning.

(high tempo music)

Jesus, he's got a gun.

(tyres squeal)

Hey.

Mr Larwood, put the weapon down.

Not till he throws
down that thing.

Hugh, please.

There are armed
officers on their way,

so, I suggest you both
put down your weapons.

Everyone's in on it.

That crazy girl...

threatened Alex and then he
comes home beaten to a pulp.

And no one dared to speak out.

Ben, please. Hugh...

Yeah, yeah, some
spoiled little rich kid

who always gets what she wants.

And when she doesn't...

...oh, she goes off the rails.

You...

We've sold ourselves.

All of us.

(poignant music)

This whole community.

(pole clatters on the ground)

Mr Larwood?

Put the gun down.
(pole clatters)

We're here now, we
can take care of it.

Here, here, here. I know.

(crying)

(dramatic music)

I want him arrested and charged.

-He threatened us...
-You threatened him too.

It wasn't loaded.

And anyway, I was
protecting my property,

as is my right to do.

I need you to
surrender your weapon.

What?

And I need to see
your gun licence, too.

Look, you were involved
in a violent altercation.

I need to take that as evidence.

(treacherous music)

Fine.

Hey.

Look.

What? What is it?

What have you seen?

I'm not certain.

(gun clicks)

(car door closes)

(boot thumps shut)

(crow caws)

(brakes hiss loudly)

DRIVER: Where do you
want to go, love?

-Norwich.
-DRIVER: Hop in.

Thanks.

(dramatic music)

This could certainly
be the weapon

used to attack Alex Kerne.

The historic attack, I mean.

See the shape of the butt?

Identical.

Madelaine could've
taken it and used it.

Could have.

Well, everyone in
the community's

convinced it was her.

Sorry, but it's
still not conclusive.

(phone pings)

Whatever happened to
going with your gut?

(suspenseful music)

Mm. Station, we've
got a visitor.

-Thanks, Maia.
-MAIA: You're welcome.

You don't have any evidence
linking her to the crime.

-SGT HAVERS: Wrong...
-(door closes)

...actually.

The attack from a month ago,

it was done with
the butt of a rifle.

Same rifle your husband owns.

You can't prove she was
the one who used it.

No, but we know she
had access to it.

It wasn't her.

What?

The attack on the boy
down by the farm track.

You know who did it.

-Mrs Larwood?
-He ju... he lost his temper.

Who?

My husband.

You're saying your husband
attacked Alex Kerne?

You don't know what
he was like, that boy.

The way...

the way he drew people in,

the way he...

he played on their emotions.

Alex came to our house,

we were out at a... at
a friend's for dinner,

and the host was ill,

and then the party
was abandoned,

and we got home
unexpectedly... early.

And?

We found Alex in bed
with our daughter.

Maddie... (becoming upset)

Sorry.

(sobbing)

She was just so
obviously fragile...

and she always has been.

And Alex was smiling...

(treacherous music)

Unrepentant, like he was...

like he was proud...

like he was challenging us.

No... no shame for
what he had done.

Do you think your husband
wanted to kill him?

No, God, no, no,
of course no, he...

he just wanted to warn him off.

He didn't want him
seeing her again.

So, he followed him
home, the same night.

Alex was cycling along
the farm track, and...

I tried to stop him, you know,

I knew what he was
gonna do and he...

he jumped out and attacked him.

And you saw it?

No, he... he said

the boy had been dealt with

and I put two and two together.

And Alex was warned
to stay silent

in case you withdrew
your investment

in his family's hotel?

No one but Alex knew
it was my husband.

Everyone...

everyone else assumed...

That Madelaine was responsible.

And you let them
all go on believing

it was your daughter.

You do realise you're
implicating your husband

in a violent crime?

He will be arrested.

Oh, he had nothing to
do with Alex's death.

He was in Snowdon.

It was a shooting weekend.

(background office chatter)

-Checks out.
-Really?

Mm, Hugh Larwood was in
Snowdon the whole weekend.

Balls.

Hugh beat him on the road, sure,

but he didn't attack
him down by the river.

-He's not our killer.
-Alright, okay.

So, well, we arrest him
for the first assault.

Yeah. And what about
the police sergeant

and the doctor?

Yeah, it's possible misconduct,

perverting the
course of justice.

Right.

(suspenseful music)

Someone was with him.

The online booking.
Someone was there.

Mm.

Who is Adams?

(camera beeping)

SGT HAVERS: Okay, a
report from the lab.

-Took them a while, but...
-What?

Foreign DNA under
Alex's fingernails.

Lab got a match.

-Tammy Goodrum.
-Mm-hmm.

That's the girl who
works at the hotel.

Right little
scrapper, our Tammy.

Got in a serious
fight when she was 16.

Maybe she fought with Alex?

Right, (sighs)
Let's bring her in.

(knock on the door)

Call from the hotel.

Apparently one of their
staff's gone missing.

-(mysterious music)
-Don't tell me...

Tammy Goodrum.

She took cash, too.

-Right, we need to find her.
-(keys jangle)

Can you put out a description?

Already have.

DI LYNLEY: Good man.

(trucks rumbling)

(people chattering)

(tense music)

CHEF: What can I get you?

Two coffees, please.

Hey.

Get off. Get off!
Leave me alone.

Leave me alone. Get off.

-(knocking on the door)
-Keira?

-(keyboard tapping)
-(door squeaks open)

They've found Tammy.

Police picked her up.

Said she had cash on her.

Jeez.

Hmm.

Do you know why she took it?

Where she was going?

No.

None, sorry.

What you looking at?

(suspenseful music)

A photo online.

Some... somebody posted a
picture of what happened.

DELLA: Oh, God. Keira, no.

(gasps)

What the hell? Who took that?

It don't matter.

What matters is
what he's wearing.

Surely you recognise it?

Yeah.

(quietly) Yeah.

Well, Tammy... there's
an awful lot of people

who were quite
worried about you.

I just needed to get away.

Okay, then what
was the money for?

I'm pregnant.

(poignant music)

-Ah.
-TAMMY: I'm going to Norwich.

There is a place where they
can deal with it, a clinic.

He said he'd pay but...

...now I'm on my own.

He?

The father.

Alex?

We didn't want
Maddie finding out.

Did anyone else know?

What about your family?

They're down in Thetford.

The Kernes took me in.

Tammy...

one of the possible motives

for Alex's murder was jealousy.

He was seeing other girls.

Did you have a fight with
him just before he died?

You think I killed him.

-You think it was me?!
-(tense music)

-(knocking on the door)
-(door opens)

Sir?

Just...

-Yeah?
-Mother of the victim.

Urgent, she says.

(door closes)

-It isn't his.
-What?

This fleece, in the
photo isn't his.

Perhaps he borrowed it?

(scoffs)

There's something wrong,
it doesn't make any sense.

Why would he go out in
someone else's outfit?

Please, I...

I need you to find out

where this fleece comes from.

Okay. Well, there's
a batch code.

-(knock on the door)
-We might be able to find out

where it was purchased.

I'll get the details sent over.

-Tony, what is it?
-(door closes)

You were asking
about that phone?

-Alex's?
-Mm-hmm.

We got a signal, again.

Only brief.

Someone's turned it
on just long enough.

(office phone rings distantly)

(high tempo music)

DI LYNLEY: Well, well.

(trees rustling)

(birds singing)

(wind chime tinkles)

(door opens)

So...

how's it going?

Are you close to an answer?

The deeper we delve, the
more complex it gets.

-Want a drink?
-DI LYNLEY: No, no, thanks.

Official business.

Yeah.

I need to see the phone.

(tense music)

What phone?

You know the one
I'm talking about.

My guess, you found
it on the riverbank.

(grass rustling)

We were monitoring.

We traced the signal to
a mast near this cottage.

Not easy, 'cause, as you say,

the signal's intermittent.

I can come back with a
warrant if I have to.

(phone pings)

You knew him?

I told you I knew him.

You knew his phone passcode.

That suggests you were close.

He was a subject. A,
err, a model who...

asked me to take some
shots with his phone

so he could keep
them as a memento.

And you didn't mention it.

Alright.

I was embarrassed.

I didn't wanna be involved.

(mysterious music)

So, you turned on the phone

to delete the messages
you had from him.

Then you remembered
the photographs.

So you turned it on again.

If he was your model, where's
the finished pictures?

(sighs)

I paid for his time,
like a professional.

Did you have an affair
with him as well?

You seriously think
that I would...

Spare me, please.

I'm beginning to get a
picture of who he was.

He was seeing multiple
girls in the village,

he made one of them pregnant,

what's to say he wasn't
with you as well?

Well? Was he?

I haven't...

been with anyone.

(sighs)

Not since my divorce.

He...

He had a slick routine.

He knew how to make
people fall for him.

I'm a college lecturer.

I'm someone in a
position of authority.

I... couldn't risk
it coming out.

And I should've told
you and I'm sorry.

You obstructed a
murder investigation.

You perverted the
course of justice.

I'm gonna need you to
come down to the station

for an interview...

tomorrow.

(sighs)

(door unlatches)

Oh...

Hey, Tony. What you got for me?

The fleece. Batch
number on the label.

Those clothes were very old.

More than 20 years.

(mysterious music)

Night.

-(mouse clicking)
-(keyboard tapping)

(grass rustling)

(seagulls crying)

(doorbell rings)

(knocking on the door)

(sighs)

Morning.

Good morning.

I'll leave you to it.

Let me show you something?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

That fleece that Alex
Kerne was wearing.

-What?
-Okay.

His mother said it wasn't his.

I got Bekele to trace
the batch number.

That thing is 20 years old.

Why was he wearing
an old outfit?

Right, okay.

And then why was she in
such a panic about it?

Why did she ask us
to look into it?

And then you asked about
that death in the past,

the monument?

I looked up the old
coroner's report,

I should've done it sooner,

but that stuff with
Madelaine... Anyway, look.

(sinister music)

That's the corpse wearing
the exact same clothes.

Jesus.

Jamie Parsons.

18 years old,
exactly the same age.

-Where was this taken?
-Lowenstall.

Died the exact same place.

Wearing the same garment.

Maybe these two
deaths are connected.

Yeah.

(computer pings)

(treacherous music)

TONY: Jamie Parsons,
a local kid.

Drowned in the
river late at night.

Says here he was drunk.

Right. Why would Alex Kerne
be wearing his clothes?

You're missing the point, Sir.

Well, why don't you explain
it to me then, Sergeant,

in that patronising
tone of voice?

Before Alex Kerne even
went into the water, right?

Yes.

Someone knocked him out,

ripped off his life vest,

put the old red fleece on him

and then pushed him
in the river to drown.

It's like... it's
like the murder,

the location, the clothes,

it's all kind of
like a rest aging.

Well, thank you for...

clearing that up, Barbara.

What about family?

Did Jamie Parsons have any?

Err, mum died years ago.

The dad didn't live with them.

But he had form.

-Really?
-Yeah. Aggravated burglary.

And spent some time
in prison as well.

(suspenseful music)

Oh, God.

What is it?

Jamie Parsons had a best friend.

(bell dings)

Hey.

What's going on?
What's happened?

Is there somewhere we can talk?

(sinister music)

Yeah.

DI LYNLEY: We need to
ask about Jamie Parsons.

I realise this might
be hard, but...

can you tell us what you
remember about his death?

It was an accident.

It was tragic. It
was nobody's fault.

It's just...(sighs)

We used to go down to
the riverbank as kids,

and go party.

And Jamie was my
friend, he was my...

my best friend in school.

We were 18.

We got drunk and
smoked some weed.

And I left him there...

...end of the night...

alone.

(dramatic music)

Maybe I shouldn't have.

But, erm, as I was leaving,

I saw him slip and
fall on the bank,

but I was too far gone
to do anything to help.

And that's the last
time I saw him.

He drowned?

Yeah.

Yeah, and they found his body
washed up on the riverbank

the next morning.

Exact same spot
that Alex was found?

Yeah.

The red fleece
Alex was wearing...

...we think it was Jamie's.

Sorry, what...?

You already knew?

I've been getting messages.

What messages?

Err...

Look, I didn't
understand them at first.

-(dark music)
-But...

that night I left him there,

we'd been playing cards
down by the river,

those are his.

The remnants of
what was left behind

the night he died,
they're his possessions.

Someone's been mailing
them back to me,

to remind me.

Why the hell didn't you tell us?

I... I don't know.

I just thought it
was a cruel trick.

Someone making mischief.

But then when Della
showed me the photograph

of what Alex was
wearing when he died...

And that's when you realised...

...it's all connected.

Yeah.

(birds twittering)

Somebody blames him.

When Jamie Parsons died,

Ben Kerne was the
last one to see him.

Uh-huh.

Someone thinks he abandoned him.

Left him there to die.

(sinister music)

(grass rustling)

(water lapping)

Sir?

Inquest into Jamie
Parsons's death.

His father, Dave, was present,
made a bunch of accusations,

accused Ben Kerne
of being culpable.

DI LYNLEY: And where is he now?

Released into the care of
the probation services.

But no one has any
trace of him after that.

He came back to
where it happened.

We need to find him.

(grass rustling)

I seen you before.

(birds crying)

Ah, I... I work at
the building site.

You okay?

Look a bit... down.

Just, erm, just
waiting for someone.

He asked me to meet him here.

Look, would you mind
leaving me alone?

(suspenseful music building)

Is this the fella?

(car engine revving)

DI LYNLEY: Okay. So,
we go door to door.

Check if anyone's seen him.

Get Athill to meet us.

I... I...

I don't understand.

It's my son, Jamie.

I, I'm supposed to
be meeting him here.

He's dead.

(sinister music)

Died years ago.

They built that for him.

-Della?
-Yes?

-This guy...
-What?

Have you seen him?

It's Dave Parsons,
Jamie Parsons' dad.

I never met him.

He went to prison when
Jamie was just a little kid.

What's happening?

It's Dave Parsons, he's here.

We think he's the
one who killed Alex.

-God.
-He's come back to hurt us.

(high tempo music)
Where's Keira?

Keira?

Where is she? Keira?

Does anyone know
her laptop password?

Oh...

(keyboard tapping)

Oh, my God, that's
Jamie, that is.

It's a chat room.

She's been talking to
someone pretending to be him.

Those messages were from you?

Jamie's mum died when...

I was inside.

(sinister music)

I always thought I'd
get back with her.

It's what kept me going
when I was in prison, the...

the thought of it, but...

sadly, it never happened.

Now these feelings of grief,

they stirred up
in me and then...

I saw your father.

Err, what, what do
you mean? Where?

In the newspaper.

Massive investment
in his business.

Big relaunch.

Perfect family, perfect life.

In exactly the same spot...

...where my son was killed.

Didn't seem fair.

(car engine roaring)

Jamie was good
mates with your dad.

I don't think my dad
ever mentioned him.

No, well, he wouldn't.
Too painful, I guess.

What do you mean?

(wings fluttering, birds cawing)

GROUP: Keira. Keira. Keira.

Keira!

(dramatic music)

Jamie drowned.

Your dad could've saved him.

Your dad...

...is responsible
for my son's death.

(knife blade clinks)

(whimpers) Oh, my God.

You're the one that killed Alex.

Oh! (screaming)

(struggling)

Keira. Keira, no.

Ben. Oh, I've been
waiting to see you.

Please, please don't touch
her, don't hurt her, please.

Oh, I like the way that sounds.

Say it some more, I
like it when you beg me.

She's not involved in this.

I want you to remember,

remember exactly
what happened here.

Oh, I do, I do, I
remember, please. Please.

Before you start celebrating...

...building your
fancy new hotel,

I wanna remind you on whose
remains it was built on.

DELLA: Dave, don't, please...

Please, let her go.

Please, you...

you don't know the whole story.

You don't know everything.

Ah, no, you're bullshitting me.

Jamie and I, we were together.

We had a fling...

when I was with Ben.

-It was just one summer...
-Oh, so what?

Alex, he wasn't Ben's son.

He was Jamie's.

(dramatic music)

He was your grandson, Dave.

What?

-No.
-Yeah.

DAVE: Oh... please, God.

For God's sake, no.

(Keira whimpers)

Don't say that.

For God's sake that...

that can't be true.

(Keira crying)

Dave Parsons, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the
murder of Alex Kerne.

(panting)

(dramatic crescendo)

DI LYNLEY: What happened, Dave?

You want to tell us.

I know you wanna tell us.

You waived your
right to a solicitor.

The drain plug,

the life jacket.

I mean, you were barely
even trying to hide

what you were doing.

(sinister music)

I waited.

I watched his son... Alex.

Watched him every day, kayaking.

It was easy.

Made an arrangement to see him,

made an appointment.

Knocked him out with a paddle.

Stripped the life vest off him.

Put him in the fleece.

Put him in the boat and
pushed him out onto the water.

It was easy.

I didn't know,

I didn't... realise...

(dramatic music)

He... He looked like Jamie.

I... I didn't, didn't see it.

He admits it, killing Alex.

(sighs)

And if we hadn't got
there when we did,

he might've killed Keira, too.

He says what happened to
Jamie was no accident.

He says you left him
there deliberately.

Turned your back on him.

(sighs)

Della and Jamie had
a fling that summer.

And you knew.

Yeah.

Yeah, and I was angry.

And I walked away from him.

But I didn't know he would
die there, how could I?

Della was pregnant by Jamie.

I did the decent thing,
and I stood by her.

Did Alex know? Did you tell him?

Yeah.

But I should've
told him years ago.

I left it too late.

After that, he didn't
stop going on about it.

The last thing he said
to me was in anger.

He called me weak.

(scoffs) Those were the
last words I remember

hearing from him.

(background office chatter)

Erm... good result.

Well done, both of you.

(chuckles)

Christ, did he
really just say that?

Through gritted teeth but, yeah,

I think you heard him right.

Maybe we should
ask him back here,

get him to repeat it.

You alright?

Yeah.

No, it's just that...

that family.

(poignant music)

They let so much time go by.

Too many secrets.

Too many regrets.

You're a bleeding heart.

I never realised.

Mum, it's me.

Is Dad around?

(theme music plays)