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I'm assuming this is another
of your famous wind-ups, is it, love?

Dad, I can't help it I fell
asleep in the bath.

Oh, you what?

I don't know, I'm just a bit
knackered at the moment.

Look, I'm two minutes
from the house, OK?

And I wanna find the table laid
when I get back, right?

Sorry, Dad, my hair's, like,
sopping wet. Can't you do it?

All right. At least tell me you
put the plates in the oven?

I tried. It just kept switching to
grill.

Oh, we went through it!
I wrote it all down. Remember?

Sorry, Dad, you're just too easy!

Aye, all right.

About time, too. I'm starving.
Did you get that pickle?

Sorry, love. About time for what?

I just saw the car. I'll get those
plates out, piping hot.

I'm not back yet. Stella?

Stella, pick up.

Stella!

Stella!

Bad news?

No. Well, I wouldn't go that far.

Nah, no chance.

My dad used to smoke those.

Snap.

I got used to the smell.

Lucky you!

Is that your lad, is it?

No.

It's my uncle.

I'm sorry I was a bit late.
Fran had us up all night.

Ah, I was late myself.

Where was your car, anyway?

Oh, I had a little bit of
a... nightcap.

Oh, right.

Not that I have to go round
explaining myself to you.

No, not at all.

So, what did the GP say?

Oh... News of my death
has been greatly exaggerated.

You're OK? What, clean bill of
health? Complete waste of time.

Really?

Ah, that's fantastic news.

The things that go through your
head, you know.

Well, we should go out. Celebrate.

Aye. Why not?

Kenny.

What?

Hey, Joe, just give us five minutes,
will you, love?

Thanks.

Stuart?

I've only just heard. I came as quick
as I could.

I haven't changed that much, have I?

Vera?

Hey.

Christ.

Well, thanks very much.

You don't look too clever yourself.

Shouldn't you be in bed, or summat?

Nurse?

Oh, speak to yourself.

What do we call you these days?
Chief Inspector?

Superintendent?
Nah.

Just plain old Sergeant.

Here. Come here.

So...

how is she... your daughter?

Stella, is it?
She won't wake up.

Can't breathe without a tube.

Her heart keeps conking out.

"Is she a fighter?" they said.

Well, if she's anything like her
dad...

Finally got the consultant on his
own. You know what he said?

"Hope for the best, prepare for the
worst."

Trouble is, love, I can't seem to do
either.

So, last night...

You saw a vehicle, on your way home?

Make and model of the car, no idea.

It had fog lights on, you know?

And the house itself?

The lights were on when you left?

Aye. But the car was with me.

So, whoever did this might have
thought there was nobody home?

Hm? Arson attack? Nothing more?

Aye, looks like.

Anyone you suspect?

Any recent cases? Old grudges?

What does it matter now, anyway?

Sir, Stella's mother's down in
Reception.

My wife?

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.

I can't see her.

You go see her.

What?
Just talk to her. Keep her busy.

I just...

I just need a minute to get my head
in gear. Right?

Good lad!

Will you do something for me?

Go get her a coffee. She can't last
five minutes without a coffee.

White. Two sugars.

Here, I'll give you some change.
Don't be daft.

I just wanted to be there for her,
you know?

To protect her.

Well, of course you did, love, course
you did.

Now, will you sit down?

White, two sugars.

Yes?

Tea.
With Sugar?

Stuart?

Stuart!

An hour ago I was... trying to pack
the tent into the back of the car.

We'd been away, you see.

It was just a normal day.

Oh, well, you'll be wanting
to see your daughter?

The doctor will be here in a minute
to take you up.

Marianne?

We're here.

OK.
Who's that?

That's my husband.

Who...?

You and Stuart were separated?

Oh, yeah. Eight... Eight, nine years
back.

Why?

Marianne?

Sorry.

Who was he?

My first sergeant.

Vera Stanhope? Rachel Waite.
We met last summer at the National
Intelligence Conference.

What a day out that was.
I remember.

We had a mutual friend.

Er... DS Joe Ashworth.
Chief Superintendent Waite.

Two coffees, one flapjack,
a receipt and the change.

You'll find us in the car park.

Why?

Couldn't bear to outlive his
daughter, I suppose.

How long is it since you last saw
him?

We ran into each other over the
years, but we hadn't sat down
properly since...

his stag do, I think.

End of an era.

He got promoted.
Transferred to Fenwick or somewhere.

I thought I'd end up working for him.

So, "What happened?"

Marianne happened.

Ten years of marriage.
Not many of them happy.

His fault, goes without saying.

She moves out, taking the daughter
with her. Somewhat laboured divorce.

Marianne remarries, in haste
perhaps. I don't know the ins and
outs.

Stuart's having none of it. He
wouldn't let go.

The wife, the daughter.

I'll spare you the details.

Stuart... let himself go.

Various restraining orders on wife
and family. Psych assessments.

He was stripped of rank, demoted to
sergeant.

It was all I could do to keep him in
the force.

I had him tidying paperclips
in my office for a spell.

He kept breaking the photocopier.

Last heard of working emergency
calls in a comms centre in Wallsend.

Oh. He'd have loved that.

Not half. He called it The Gulag.

I'd heard he'd er... had some trouble.

Don't blame yourself.

Unless it drives you on, of course.

Oh, dear. Not a happy bunny.

Well, he's not cut out for
surveillance, is he?

There'll be an inquiry into his
death. The coroner will need your
statement.

Yeah, of course. And I'll get on
with the arson attack.

It's what he'd have wanted.
Is it?

You OK, ma'am?

Hey!
What's that?

Stuart Macken's effects,
from his pockets, you know.

Lottery ticket.

It's two years old.

Ever the optimist. Oh, look.

He was owed a free coffee.

Go on. He won't miss it.

The stubborn sod.

Don't.
OK.

Is that him? The second husband?
What's his name again?

Gower. Brian Gower.

She said they were camping last
night.

Was he in the tent with the wife and
bairns?

No, he says he was at home, working.
Didn't hear the phone ring. Why do
you ask?

Oh, when in doubt...

Start with the family.

Suspect was stood in the
driveway.

He lobbed three petrol bombs
in the kitchen window.

Forensics found methanol
and traces of sugar and washing-up
liquid.

Makes it sticky.
Three?

Nothing left to chance, I suppose.

Right.

Any luck with the tyres?

Nothing yet, I'm afraid.

So, what do we know about the
daughter?

Stella. 18 years old.

She was home for the weekend from
college. Year one of a science
degree, was it?

How did she get on with the old man?

We've got phone records here
for the father and daughter.

They were speaking twice a week
for the past couple of months.

And before then?

I'll have a word with the family.
No, I can do that.

I'll have a copy of this. Right.
Sure.

Petrol bomb through the policeman's
window.

He was targeted. Why?

Come on. Route one... any old collars?

Anyone recently released from prison?
Joe?

Ma'am, take a look at this. Kenny?

Right, er... The Ten Thousand March.

Five weeks back, on Tyneside.

Peaceful protest for the unemployed
and we ended up with this lot.

Now, the hard nuts were all blocked
in up near Monument for seven hours
straight.

Heavy-handed police tactics, blah,
blah, blah.

Yeah, thank you, Kenny.

Hang on. Is that Stuart Macken?

I thought they had him
answering phones all day.

He volunteered for overtime.
He made ten arrests in one
afternoon.

GBH, Section Five, you name it.

And that's not the best bit. Take a
look at this.

Someone in that crowd...

Petrol bomb.

There was no serious damage, but a
bit of a coincidence, don't you
think?

So, who lobbed it?
They don't know.

Or nobody's saying.

Ma'am? Macken's ten arrests...
nine of them are no longer in
custody.

Right, well, get them in.

I'm drawing up a timetable as we
speak.

Oh, someone give that girl a sticker.

I want alibis and whereabouts for
last night.

Call me when you've done.

So, tell us about the march.

Well, I was there to support my son.

My wife made a picnic.

Well, the next thing I knew,
there were coppers everywhere.

They've kettled off half of Grey
Street.

Well, we all went mad.

I said to the officer, "Do I look
like an anarchist to you?"

Where were you Sunday night?
Teaching art to the active retired.

Seven witnesses, if it's any help.

Sunday? Oh, easy. Quiz night.

You all right?

Through here, there's a box of
digi-tapes. They've all been melted
in the fire.

What's on them?

Nothing. There's no labels on them.

Dated.

Memories.

See what you can salvage.

Let's go meet our victim.

This bruise, what do you reckon?

Billy?

I thought he was strictly
postmortem.

I take the occasional stroll among
the living. Unsettling for all
concerned, I can assure you.

I asked him, God forgive me.

Still. By the look of her, I'll be
seeing her again downstairs shortly,
will I? Pity.

Anyone we know?
Francine. Trainee.

Russet hair, rather low forehead.

She's nine weeks late, you know.
Calling up, making these wild
allegations.

I don't know where these lasses get
off. 30 minutes in a Travelodge, I
barely grazed her.

I feel I could pick up some grubby
little bug just listening to you.

Try it, it might even do you some
good.

Bruise on her forehead.

Right.

Well, first thought was,
she got smoke in her lungs.

She fell... bang. But see this ridge
here?

She was struck hard in the face.
By what?

Your petrol bomb.

So, warm night, she stood at the open
window.

He saw her. I mean, whoever did this
must have known there was someone
in.

Well, so much for arson.

Attempted murder.

Oh, the relish in her voice.

Plus she's got her fingers burned.

See these marks here,
this is all heat damage, but...

this is an old injury.
How old?

Hard to say. Partially healed.
Minimum a month.

Well, she has been in the wars...
haven't you, pet?

The thing about Stuart, he had this
unshakable fantasy that nothing had
changed,

his wife and daughter
were due back any minute.

No, well, it can't have been easy.

It was just something we all learned
to live with.

And Stella stopping over at her
dad's, that was a regular thing,
was it?

She's 18 now. She can do what she
likes.

Funny, isn't it?

For years she was scared to death of
him.

Number of times I had to sit there,
holding her hand, singing her to
sleep.

With my voice.

But you knew she was stopping over
this weekend, right?

Yes.
No.

Well, I did.

These past couple of months,
she's had a bit more time for her
father.

I was glad, I encouraged it.

Up to a point.

Well, we knew if we tried keeping
them apart she'd only put him on a
pedestal.

Stella's a great one for revising
history, when the spirit moves her.

She's got a temper on her,
hasn't she, nowadays?

I wonder where that came from.

Oh, erm, daft question...

The burns on Stella's hands,
now, that was an old accident, was
it?

Oh. I know.

Chemistry practical gone wrong,
wasn't it? At college.

H2SO4 plus who knows what?

Can you get me a coffee?

I'd like to go back in there if
that's OK.

I gather you're an engineer,
Mr Gower.

That's right. I'm in hydraulics.

Oh, I've heard of that. Is that
sewage?

Not always.

Well, good for you, at your age.

Now, I couldn't help but notice from
Stella's phone records that she's not
been calling home.

Her first year at college?
Weren't you worried?

Oh, hit a bit of a rough patch.

Nothing terminal, so to speak.

So when did you last speak
to your stepdaughter?

We haven't seen much of each other
since Christmas.

Ah, well, it can't have been easy,

after all you've done for her,
to see her mooning over her real dad.

When you love someone, the point is
to focus on their happiness.

Oh, aye.

And is that what he did?
Her real dad?

Plainly you've never met the man.

Ma'am, I've been working through
Macken's charge sheet.

How's the timetable coming?
Pretty much to schedule, thanks.

Well, that's the main thing. Kenny!

Ma'am.

I want a search warrant in front
of the magistrate right away, please.

Who for?
Brian and Marianne Gower.

House. Car. Garage. Garden shed.
Looking for what?

Anything to link Brian Gower
to the manufacture of petrol bombs.

Anything to put him at the scene.

Ma'am.
Why is Gower a suspect?

Why?

Well, one... there's no love lost
between him and Macken.

Two... they're rivals for their
daughter's affection.

Three... she hasn't spoken to him
since Christmas.

And... oh, no alibi. All right?

Well, it's a bit circumstantial.

I mean, if we go in now,
isn't it going to look like we're
taking sides?

I'm sorry, pet.

I'm not with you.

Well, Macken's your old sergeant.

I was saying earlier, isn't it going
to look like we're siding against
the man who took his wife?

Honestly, love, I rue the day
you ever come out of your shell.

So, come on, who's with her?
Show of hands.

I'm just saying maybe we need
a little bit of evidence.

Hence the warrant.

But, seeing as you're
such a people person, and all,

perhaps you'd like to be the one to
tell them.

Thanks, Joe.

Thanks for the support.

I can always rely on you guys.

Hang on.

I'll come with you.

Oi! What's he doing with my laptop?
I need that!

We'll get it back to you as soon as
we can.

You just grab what you like,
and there's nothing I can do?

Have a look at this.

How old do you think Stella is in
these photos?

Erm... 13? 14?

And how old was she when her parents
divorced? Ten, right?

Three years before these pictures
were taken. Exactly.

Wait, so one minute Marianne's in
court trying to get Macken off her
back,

and the next minute...
They're at the beach together.

Hi.

How is she?

Well, they said they won't know how
much her mind has been affected
until she wakes up.

If she wakes up.

If.

So...

You know, I get accused of all sorts,

but I'm not here to judge anybody.
Hm?

That's not something I enjoy, the
intrusion.

If that's meant to make me feel
better...

This is somebody you were trying
to get away from, is it?

It's not what...
No.

It's all right.

Stuart, he'd er... He'd lost all his
visiting rights.

Obviously.

But Stella...

I used to dread her birthday coming
round, you know.

She'd wait till Brian, my husband,
was out of the house

and she'd get this look on her face.

And I knew it was coming.

Every year.

Her "special present" she called it.

A day out.

Just her, and me, and her dad.

One day by the sea.

It was our little secret.

Poor kid.

I felt so wretched, you know.
With all that was going on.

You just wanna give them a nice
childhood.

Besides, she's got enough of her dad
in her.

No pushover?

You're joking, aren't you?

I've never seen these before.

Stuart had them, did he?

No, no, he didn't.

So, where were these?

Aye.

He sent them to me.

Once in a while, out of the blue.

Stuart. Her real dad.

Had them couriered to me at work,
can you believe? On his wages!

And what did you think of that, Mr
Gower?

Same as I always thought whenever
he tipped his litter on our steps,

had us up half the night,
honking his horn,

spying on us from his bloody car.

That man.

Every outrage, every provocation...
he was the price I had to pay.

You never tell your wife about
these?

Why do I want to bother her with all
that?

Anyway, she always came back, didn't
she?

She always came back.

Mr Gower...
I did not burn down that man's
house!

OK?

Boxes all ticked? Can I please get
on with my life now?

Kids!

Hello?

Ma'am, Forensics sent this through.
They've trawled through Brian
Gower's laptop.

Yeah, go on.
Recent web history.

You can see he browsed that website
back in January.

Brian Gower was looking up
how to build a petrol bomb.

Looks like.
Now who's taking sides?

Hm?

So... next move?

We arrest Brian Gower?

OK.

Fine.

I'll do it.

And while I'm gone...
Uh-oh.

Here we go. What's this? More
timetables? Something like that. This
is for you.

Very formal.

Transfer request.

Hol.

Holly!

Right, come on,
anything from Macken's house, car?

Digi-tapes. There must be a camera
to go with them?

The car is still with Forensics.

Well, come on, let's go give 'em
a nudge.

OK. 5th April.

It's five weeks ago?

What's that noise?

Wind chimes. Jessie has some in her
bedroom. I always walk into it them.

What was Stuart up to, filming them?

Surveillance?

Give me the remote.

Now, let's get a good look at you.

I need a name. Get onto it, Joe.

I'm telling you, I never went near
this website.

Someone's made a mistake.

Who else had access to your laptop?

Colleagues at work.

Family, the kids.

Oh, Christ.

You can do this, you can do this.

Hello, Mr Gower!

Look, nobody's having a go at you.

Hm? Now, come on, you're a clever
man.

You can see why we've got you sat
here, can't you? Hm?

The address...

is vaguely familiar.

Hang on. We did some work for
the MOD a little while back.

We were looking at blast-resistant
casings.

I'm an engineer.

Not much about sewage here, Mr Gower.
Eh?

Now... have you ever seen this man
before?

No?

Something you said this morning.

You said Sergeant Macken had been
honking his horn and the bins thing.

He'd been watching you, had he?

All the time, everything we did.

It was after we got the restraining
order, you see.

Macken wasn't allowed within 100
metres,

so he found other ways to intimidate
us.

He'd just sit there with his video
camera.

He filmed you? Oh, he was a cracker
of an ex, that man.

Great loss. Very sad.

He's a bully, your friend.
I'm sorry, but it needs saying.

Ah, well, not when I knew him.

So, what are we gonna do with Gower?
Are we gonna charge him?

Oh, this...

That's not enough.

So this bloke on the digi-tape.

He was charged at the Ten Thousand
March on evidence gathered by Stuart
Macken.

I called him yesterday,
left a message with him to come in.

He never showed up.

As you can see from my hilarious
timetable.

Douglas Peter Cranham, age 31.

Of course, I could have told you
this earlier, if you didn't keep
pushing me out.

Well, don't look so stunned.

Just cos she's shown a bit of
initiative.

Dougie Cranham? I wondered about
him. Did you work with him?

Yeah, he was one of the gang.

Course, he was never the kind to
stop for a pint.

We all thought he was taking holy
orders.

Does he have a girlfriend?
You're joking, aren't you?

Course, he took it very hard when
he got laid off. Well, we all did.

When was that?

Last year. Dougie turned it
into World War Three.

He starts picketing head office,
out there, in his old uniform.

He should have kept his head down.
Six months later, I got my old job
back.

But not Dougie?
Nah, no chance.

He lost his house. He didn't like
that.

He was last heard of living in a
tent.

Ma'am. Building society confirms
they repossessed Cranham's house
in February,

after he defaulted on his mortgage.
Is he signing on?

No. He's got about �7 in his current
account.

Seven?
He withdrew �200 last Tuesday.

Where from?
Cash point in Warkworth.

Right, Hol, get onto Forensics.
Please.

Anything at all to connect Cranham
to the attack on Macken's house.

I'm going to meet Joe.

Ma'am?

Oh, plus we'll need an application
to extend Brian Gower's custody.

Either that or let him go.

OK. Ma'am, the letter I gave you?

Haven't read it, pet. Busy, busy,
busy.

Right, look. Look, watch this.

If it's still there tomorrow night,
I'll take a little peek.

But if it's gone...

Ma'am, I'm not going to change my
mind.

Hol...

there are some things we don't do
in anger.

Douglas Cranham. There. Number 9.

Mortgaged up to his neck. Daft sod.

Why not rent?
It's a foot on the ladder.

Yeah, well, why do people have to do
that?

It's the dream.
Mm.

I had a dream like that once.
I woke up screaming.

So, this Cranham...
loses his job, loses his house.

You think maybe it was him who threw
the petrol bomb at the demo?

It crossed my mind.

Macken suspects Cranham?

Even saw him do it.

Then what?

He launches his own investigation.

Surveillance. Video tapes. Tells
no-one at work.

Why should he? These are the same
pillocks who've got him picking up
phones for a living.

Cranham realises there's a copper
after him.

So what does he do? Follows Macken
home?

Chucks another petrol bomb,
this time straight through the
kitchen window.

Hm. It's possible.

Single man in his thirties, you just
don't buy into a street like this.

Hey, is that a neighbour?

Excuse me. Miss!

Can we ask you a few questions
about Douglas Cranham?

There you go.

How's the stracciatella?
Oh, try if you like.

No, you're all right, we've just had
lunch.

Postprandial snack. He eats like a
bird.

Well, he is a bit thin.

Steady on.

Lena Holgate?

That's right.

DCI Vera Stanhope.

DS Joe Ashworth.

We were hoping to have a word
with your young man.

My...?
Douglas Cranham?

Dougie? You lived together
at number 9 Rawlinson Close?

Your neighbours remembered you.
Nothing for you to worry about.

Oh. I've not seen Dougie for a few
weeks now.

He's working ever so hard up the
coast.

He can't come down as often as he'd
like.

We're saving up, you know.

For the baby?
That's right.

What sort of work? Oh. Same old crew.
At the power plant.

We checked out Dougie's phone
records. You spoke ten days ago?

Was it? Right.

I was just letting him know I was
OK.

And how did he seem?

Same as ever. You know.

He's no good on the phone, to be
honest.

So, where are you staying now?

I'm just with a friend right now on
the Wall, but we'll be moving back
soon, so...

Back?
Aye. To our old house.

As soon as the tenants move out.
There's no point me living there all
on my own,

when we could be saving good money
on the rent.

Well, that's what Dougie says,
anyway.

Hey!

What do you think?

Congratulations.

What's going on? Is he all right?

Well, there was a man...
whose daughter was hurt

and er..we think Dougie might know
them.

Oh, I don't think so.

Do you meet all of Dougie's friends?
No, no.

He er... He likes to keep things
separate, you see.

I don't mind. It's just how he is.

You've no idea where he stays
when he's working at the power
plant?

Love?

No, er... well, somewhere round
about Warkworth, I think.

Warkworth?

This cottage on the digi-tape.
Are we feeling lucky?

Put it in the scanner.
Get it over to the local police and
estate agents.

See if they can come up with a match.
And, Kenny,

a phone tap and surveillance on
Cranham's girlfriend, Lena Holgate,
in case he tries to call.

Oh, what are we to do about Brian
Gower? Who? Oh. Ah...

Send him home.

- Who drank my coffee?
- You did.

That's our cottage.

I know that woman.

Macken arrested her at the Ten
Thousand March. I interviewed her.

And how are they all doing, erm...?
Janice.

Janice.
Yes, good.

You know, keeps them happy,
stops me from going berserk.

Right, where was I?

Dougie Cranham.
Right.

Erm, so I went along to teach life
drawing in some church hall...

for the recently unemployed, God
help me...

and Dougie was one of my students.

He's such a life force.

You can imagine.
DC.

Is this one of his?

The ghost position.

What?

It's what they call it when you're
dancing with an imaginary partner.

So you took him in?

Yes, you know, once in a while,
he'd show up with that tent on his
back.

I'd give him a hot shower,
a meal, a bed for a change.

I expect you were glad of the
company?

Yes. As a matter of fact, I was.

Why? What's he got up to now?

Your arresting officer, Sergeant
Macken. Do you remember we talked
about him?

Yes, I was sorry to hear about him
and his daughter.

Stella.

I heard it on the telly. Is she all
right?

Well, Sergeant Macken appears
to have had Dougie under
surveillance.

So...
We'd like to talk to him.

Oh, God, you've just missed him.

End of last week, he went to Europe.
Barcelona.

Really?

Yeah, he's hitching.

He's such a free spirit, you know.

At the march, I gather some sort of
home-made petrol bomb was thrown.

Don't know. Don't ask me.
You went with Dougie?

Yes, well, that was the plan,
but we got separated.

It must have been a bit
of an adventure for you.

Yes, well, it all turned a bit sour
in the end, didn't it?

So, check the ports in the
morning.

See if Cranham got on a ferry.

I can't see him running out on his
fiancee.

Oh. You and your happy endings.

Will you come inside?

Oh, another time.

I'm dead on my feet. Hello, love.

As a favour.

Celine's made a bit of an effort,
I'm afraid.

Well, why didn't you say so earlier?

Yeah, right, and give you time
to drum up some excuse.

Come on.

Paella.

Very nice. We had it on our last
holiday, didn't we, Joe?

Mm-hm.
Oh, when was that?

Three years ago, was it?
Two. Two years last summer.

Now, that's the sound
of Joe kicking me under the table.

Off he goes, little...

Fran.

Little Fran.

Bless her little heart.

I'll do it.

Go on, then. I'm not stopping you.

You two got together at school.
Is that right? Aye. Childhood
sweethearts.

He was still growing out
of his clothes when I met him.

I expect you hear all about us, do
you?

Bits and pieces.

I tend to switch it off, if I'm
honest.

I know, I know. It's not you. It's
his voice.

I expect er... he tells you about me,
and all, does he?

Oh, no. He's much too loyal for
that.

But thank you. Seriously.

I'm so glad you could come.

Joe told us your news from the
doctor. And it's no fun celebrating
on your own, is it?

No. No, it isn't.

Still, I expect you're used
to doing stuff on your own, are you?

Love?
Well, it's just,

I know what it's like,
something hanging over you.

Nobody likes being brave. Sometimes
you've got no choice, though, have
you?

It's angina.
What is?

Chest pains. Dizzy spells. It's
angina.

I thought it was...
I know.

I know. I just didn't want
anyone making any fuss.

I mean, they've gone through it all.
It's all perfectly manageable
nowadays.

Cut out this, cut down on that.

I had an aunt once who had it.
I expect we all did.

Erm... I'm sorry, love.

I've just had a bloody awful week.

Thanks for the meal.
Oh, that was lovely.

Don't get up.

Night.

Come here, you.

Help!

Help! Please!

Please, hurry up!

Stella.

No pulse.

Rotate her.

Charge 360. All clear.

Shocking.

Oxygen away.

We're losing her.

What is so important?

You all right?

Now, did you erm...?

Did you see him?

Did you see anything at all?

I was...

I was asleep.

Don't speak to us, please. Would you
mind?

Security's checking the CCTV.
There's nothing yet.

Outside hospital?

Well, there's officers on every
exit.

Neighbourhood lot are working
doorsteps.

Oh, and so much for Barcelona.
Cranham doesn't even own a passport.

So he must have lied to Janice.

What's this?

I said coffee.
Yeah, well, those are super foods.

Go on, treat yourself.

Well, thanks very much. I'll save
them for later.

What you doing?

Taking your witness statement
for the coroner's report?

Piss off, you, back to your lovely
missus.

No wonder you keep pelting out kids,
the pair of you.

Anything to keep her away from the
cooking. Ooh! I'll be sure to pass
that on.

Come on, then. You and Macken.

Right, OK.

We were up in the cafe on the fourth
floor.

Marianne was waiting downstairs.

So Stuart sent the PC to fetch her.
Uh-huh.

What were you doing?
I was queuing for coffee.

White, two sugars.

I had my back turned, you see.

So, I mean... you knew each other
pretty well, you and Macken.

Not that it's any of my business.

We had our moments.

Did you ever...?

What?

What? Me and Stuart Macken?

Oh, come on. Use your eyes.

I was way out of his league, wasn't
I?

Aye, that's what I said.

What? This was a discussion, was it?

Dare I ask who with?

Yeah, well, you know, Kenny, made a
few calls.

Kenny!

A reliable source.

That's all he said.

So how come you lost touch?
I mean, you were such great mates.

I dunno. There were three of us.

Me, Stuart, and this other lad.

And then one day it was just myself.

Why didn't I see it coming?

Nah, don't beat yourself up.

You had your back turned.

Aye, I did. 20 years.

Too busy, too proud to pick up the
phone.

Something he said, before he died.

"All I ever did was try to protect
her."

Meaning Stella?

I thought it was just something,
you know, that people say.

I think he knew.

I think he suspected... it was Cranham
who torched his house and if that's
the case...

Why didn't he tell me?

Fire exit by Stella's ward. 1:30am.
It's the best they could get.

Cranham.

It has to be Douglas Cranham, ma'am.

Stuart cautioned him at the big
march.

So, no job, no house, pregnant
girlfriend.

And all this whets his radical edge.
Is that the line?

He was looking for a fight.

And we're thinking he's behind
the petrol bomb at the demo?

There are no witnesses yet, but it
adds up.

Yeah, OK. And last night at the
hospital?

Well, Stella was a witness to the
fire.

Cranham doesn't want her waking up.

Well, thank you for the update.
Very considerate.

Stuart never mentioned Cranham to
you?

No.

God, if only.

Why do you ask?

Silly, just erm... his phone records.

Stuart's?

Mm.
I called him?

Half a dozen times in the last
quarter, to and from your private
line.

OK.

So no wriggle room there, then?

Stuart and I, we never talked.

Three parts old-fashioned desire,
seven parts minibar.

Oh, Christ.

I'm sorry.
No, it's OK.

Now he's gone, I'd hate it somehow
if nobody ever knew.

You'll keep this out of sight,
as a favour?

Ma'am?

Please. Rachel.

Was he happy?

You tell me.

It was you.

Was it?

Kenny's reliable source?

Oh, that.

"Oh, that." Thanks, Billy.

One word from you, my whole crew
thinks me and him were at it like
rabbits.

I don't expect you to thank me.

Anyway, who cares?

No harm sending them haring off
in the wrong direction.

Oh, Billy, I wanted to ask,

those burns on Stella's hand?

Is there any chance they could have
been caused by spilling acid in an
experiment or...?

No. No. The damage was too general.

She was exposed to heat.

Heat?
Or fire.

No, no.

I'm in the way, aren't I?

Douglas Cranham is wanted by the
police

in connection with an incident
at Newcastle City Hospital late last
night.

Cranham... also wanted by police in
connection with an unrelated arson
attack...

is thought to have attacked
a teenage girl who was recovering
in hospital.

The victim's condition is described
as critical.

Oh, hi!

Lucky you caught me, as a matter of
fact.

I just nipped back for a shower.

I just wanted to reassure you.

We will find him, the man at the
hospital,

just in case you happen to see the
news or...

How is she?

Well... we lost her for a bit.

The doctor says she's
one hell of a fighter...

Well, her own dad
may have given up on her, but...

I heard someone say on the radio
the other day, what was it?

Better to live humbly for a cause
than to die nobly for one.

Stuart...

couldn't seem to manage either in
the end.

Democracy is not a spectator sport

I meant to say, that website you
made such a fuss about.

I got a colleague to chase up the
details. That's good.

I'd appreciate it, however, if you'd
let me field any further questions
that you may have.

How long has she had this?

Do you know, I couldn't say?

Is it all right if I borrow it?

Brian!

That was the hospital.

Hello, darling.

Where's my dad?

Welcome back, pet.

Where's my dad?

What?

Ma'am?
Joe?

How soon can you raise an army?

Stella Macken.

I was her form teacher a few years
ago.

Aye, her mam said how good
you've been to her over the years.

Pity you didn't see fit to mention
this the last time we spoke.

You never asked.
And she's even been up here to stay,
I gather.

Erm, yes, just once in a while
when her home life went up in smoke.

Her father and that fella...
what was his name?

Gower?

They were cracking heads every two
minutes.

This is where they met, isn't it,
right here in this cottage? Correct?

Er... who?

Stella and Dougie Cranham.

What difference does it make?

Tell her, Joe.

We've been working on the assumption

that Dougie Cranham had some sort
of grudge against Sergeant Macken.

Whereas now we have to ask ourselves
whether Cranham was targeting Stella
all along.

Why would he do that?

But the good news is the second
attack,

the attack at the hospital last
night, backfired.

You see, instead of killing Stella,
he shocked her back to life.

So, she's all right.
Oh, aye.

She's fine. Not quite up to visitors
yet, so don't go rushing over.

That is good news.
As you can imagine,

I'm wanting to speak to her myself.

Just tell us where he is.

Hm? One word, this whole circus will
go away.

I told you, he's on his way to
Europe.

Oh, Barcelona, right, I forgot.

Such broad horizons
for a man without a passport.

I didn't know that.

She just drove off.

Aye, middle of her shift.

Where is she going?

Er... if I knew that...

Look, she seemed pretty frantic.

I'm guessing either she's going for
a drive or...

Or she's meeting Cranham.

Dougie drew Stella's portrait, and
all.

Did you know that?

Did he?

Mm, very romantic.

No, it wasn't.

Well, it might have been in Stella's
head, but I didn't see any harm in
it.

She's 18. She's your ex-pupil.

All grown up, that one, trust me.

Besides, you know,
Dougie's not so easy to pin down.

Oh, did you not know, pet?

He's engaged to be married
to a woman in the city.

No.

I don't think so.

He's not the marrying type, is he?

OK, honey.

Not long now.

Does she know that you're
behind her? Eight years in
surveillance.

I'm the invisible man here.

Listen, just don't let her out of
your sight cos with any luck she'll
lead us right to him.

Oh, hang on. Where are you going to
now?

The march last month.

Stella was there with you and
Cranham.

Yes, that's right.

And you lot had us penned in like
cattle.

You and Cranham were cautioned,
and not Stella. Why?

Because her father, Sergeant Macken,
was there on duty,

and he saw his daughter,
saw her in the heat of battle.

So what did he do?

He went in and he fished her out.

Right.
Nice for some.

So he saw Cranham?

He saw Dougie Cranham with his
daughter.

Yes.

And that's why Stuart was watching
him.

Filming him to frighten him off his
daughter?

Ma'am?

Yeah. Just keep us in the loop.

Is this yours, is it?

No.

Is it Dougie's?

Aye. He must have dumped it.
Typical.

What's that smell?

Petrol?

This is where he brewed up
his little bombs, is it?

Hm? Like the one thrown at the march.

Like the one lobbed through
Sergeant Macken's window? Hm?

Who knows, maybe you helped him?
No.

That reminds me.

Joe, have you got that statement?
Yeah, it's all here.

�13.45. Five litres of methanol five
weeks ago.

So?

Methanol.

Delivered to your door. How come?

Look, I never hurt anybody.
I'm a teacher.

Well, you'll know all about
conspiracy, won't you?

Where's Dougie Cranham?

Ma'am, it's Lena.

I really hope he's worth it, pet.

She was heading north
up the coast road towards here,

but then she doubled back on herself
and now she's going into town.

Tsh! She must have rumbled Kenny on
her tail.

Well, he says not.

Well, tell him to keep following her.

Are you sure about that?

No. No, I'm not.

You better go and give him support.
I don't want him turning into Mr T.

Got a hanky?

Look at that.

Soot.

Here, bung it in the wash.
No. You hang onto it.

Well, what happened here?

Joe? Kenny.

Guess what.
Lena's come back to her old house.

I've only been here five minutes
myself.

How long's she been in there?

Ah hour at least, ma'am. Now, when
did Lena last speak to Dougie?

Spoke on the phone last Tuesday.
For two minutes?

Mm-hm. Why?

Do you think she's all right
in there?

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Ma'am? Ma'am!

It's him. It's Dougie. He's in there
with her.

Ma'am.

Police officer! Show yourself!

Police! Show yourself!

Dougie?

Dougie, I want you to stay where you
are. Stay where you are, Dougie, all
right?

I'll take it from here.

Lena?

Nobody's going to hurt you, pet.

Now, come on, up you get.

That's it. I've got you.

Come on. Up you get, pet. Stand up.

Where's our bed?

Where's our stuff? What have they
done with all our stuff?

Hey, you've got Dougie's jacket,
though, haven't you?

Eh? Now, who gave it you?

Ma'am.

There's bottles and pills all over
the bathroom.

Lena, wake up, love.

We need a paramedic now!

Wake up. Look at me.

Look at me, love.

Lena? Come on, pet.

I hadn't heard from him in such a
long time.

I kept ringing and ringing.

And then somebody picked up. But...

it wasn't my Dougie.

These burns.

I got 'em at college.

What? Acid burns?

Right.

See, now, a very clever friend of
mine told me

that burns like these
aren't caused by acid, but...

by heat.

Fire.

So you were helping your boyfriend,
Dougie, were you? Helping him to make
petrol bombs?

Me and Dougie weren't like that, you
know.

We were just friends.

Hm. Kindred spirits?

Right.

Like you and my dad.

Aye, we were a team.

He told me.

Did he?

You and him... and what's his name?

One who died.

That's Peter.

His name was Peter.

And your dad, he was very kind to me
after.

Dad was good like that.

So what have you done with him?

Where's Dougie?

So you and Dougie were making petrol
bombs?

It wasn't...

We weren't going out to hurt
anybody.

It was just something that we did.

So how did he die... Dougie?

Can you tell me that?

He wanted to try one out.

It was a stupid game we had in our
heads.

He had fuel on his arm.

He just went up.

He just went up like a flame.

And your hand?

He kept grabbing at it.

I didn't know what he was doing.

But he was getting me out, you
see...

in case the whole place went up.

So you called your dad.

He drove up.

And he did what any dad would. He
fixed it.

He took Dougie's body and...

He buried it.

Now, your old teacher... Janice, is
it? Oh, she can't have liked that.

Dad said to her she'd be in trouble.

Aye, for buying the methanol.
Right.

So we all agreed, if anybody asked,
we'd just say Dougie had gone away.

And er... did anybody ask?

This weird little voice on the end
of the phone.

Lena.

What did you tell her?

Just the idea, that there was
someone out there waiting for him
and not knowing.

You met her.

You told her Dougie was dead.

She said I was a liar,

how Dougie was away working up the
coast

and what a good man he was,

and how they were moving back
into their old house any day now.

Well, in the end, I just gave her
his old things...

phone, credit card, his old jacket.

She believed you then?

What she couldn't stand was that I
was making him out to be some bloke
she didn't even know.

Ah, well, you see, pet...

you killed him twice.

You killed the man she loved.

And the man she thought she knew.

Would you like to go in?

Is it going to be OK?

What's that?
Their baby?

Well, it's er... It's too early to
tell.

Hello.

You, rest. Come on.

She's not ready.

I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to do this.

Stella, have you ever seen these
before?

Your stepdad said
he looked these up for his work.

That's right.
What?

And you looked it up when?
8th January was it, Mr Gower?

If you say so.

Bri...
Shut up for once in your life.

Now, 8th January...

you hadn't even met Dougie Cranham,
had you?

No.

So, the manufacture of petrol bombs...

whose idea was it?

His or yours?

Stop this.

She's not well.

It was me.

It was me.

And the march?

That was me, and all.

Why?

I just get so sick of always being
so small...

and stuck in a corner somewhere.

Did you never just once in your life
want to get out there and... fight?

And there he was.

My dad.

The great guardian angel.

Wakey, wakey, rise and shine.

Oh, good morning, ma'am.
How are you, ma'am?

We er... We found this in Lena's
locker at work.

Manchester CID?

Yeah. Well... it's closer to home.

Oh, that's nice.

I see this is dated two weeks ago.

We were busy, so...

I'm so sorry.

I had so much I wanted to say to
you...

and now I'm here...

I feel like I'm letting you down.
Oh, love...

I don't know what I'm gonna do
without you.

You're smart.

You never stop.

You've an eagle eye for detail.

You don't have to say all of that.

You never did before.

No.

Erm... well, I hope you're gonna pop
in, if you're ever up this way?

Course I will. On the plus side,
there won't be such a...

queue in the ladies'!

I'm going to be all on my tod.

Hardly.

Well, erm...

You know, I don't think
she meant to hurt anyone.

Just... something in her head.

Who are we on about now?

Stella.
Oh.

What was it Stuart said?

"All I wanted was to protect her."

And I thought to myself,
"From what? From whom?"

Not Cranham, not her stepdad.

I think what he meant
was protect her from herself.

With good behaviour, she'll be out
inside a year.

Lena won't, poor kid.

Anyway, I thought I'd look in on
Stella when she's inside.

Police visit, she'll get lynched.

Ah, I won't make a fuss.
Just see how she's doing.

For her dad's sake.

Aye, course you will.

'Ey. Have a go at that, will you?

Go on.

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