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[water burbling]

[water gurgling]

[upbeat music]

[water burbling]

-[bird chirping]
-[water burbling]

[water gurgling]

-[screams]
-[water gurgling]

[upbeat music]

-No,
-[water gurgling]

-[water burbling]
-No

[water burbling]

[birds chirping]

[soft violin music]

Well, I tell you, I'm on my way.

Give me strength!

[door clanging]

This door's jammed.

It's a new system.

What?

You've got to swipe your
membership card.

We've got a lot of
thefts recently,

so it's for member's
own security.

[birds squawking]

Yeah, wild guess, drowning.

But I'll not be able
to say for sure

till I've seen her lungs.

This was caught in her costume.

Right, well, she's dressed
for the water.

Could it have been an accident?

That could, this couldn't,

bruising round the face,
chest and neck consistent

with being forcibly held or
pushed and broken fingernails.

Right hand index almost
ripped out.

She fought back.

She did, it's a beautiful spot.

And my guess is she was
washed down river.

She's got beached here
by the ebb tide

and she's not long dead.

Rigour mortis not
yet established,

there's no bloating or
decomposition, no animal
activity.

Nothing been nibbling.

Right, officers from here
to the Wilds of Wanney.

I want to know where
she went in-

They're already looking.

We couldn't get hold of you.

I didn't think you wouldn't
want us hanging around.

[phone ringing]

I get rid of mine

once they start thinking for
themselves, slippery slope.

It's Kenny, he's found a car

All right, I'll lead
the way then, shall I?

Sergeant Ashworth,
back pocket please.

What's that?

It's for Kenny, he'll know why.

[suspense music]

[car engine roaring]

Who's Kenny's little friend?

DC Whelan

Who?

You knew she was starting
today, we had a memo.

Well, what's she
doing with Kenny?

Well, I couldn't
get hold of you.

I had to put her somewhere.

Ma'am.

Boss.

It rained earlier,

but underneath the car
is absolutely bone-dry.

So it's been here for hours.

Tell me you've more than that.

Yes, ma'am, this way please.

[soft piano music]

-[birds chirping]
-[soft piano music]

-[water burbling]
-[soft piano music]

[birds chirping]

There's a towel.

The bank's muddy, so we
didn't want to get too close

in case there was any prints.

But DC Whelan here, climbed
down the rocks for a look.

Athletic.

It's hanging on a branch
like it was left deliberate

Plates?

Yeah, car was registered
to Jenny Lister,

2 Yale Terrace, Fairbeck.

Right, get it taped,
call Forensics.

Ma'am.

You're on guard till
they get here.

From Billy.

Oh, right, cheers.

No dog walkers, no twitchers,
and no bloody anglers.

-[water burbling]
-[soft piano music]

[car engine roaring]

What?

You're just always praying

it's not a kid answers
the door, aren't you

[door creaks]

Jenny Lister live here?

She's at work, I'm afraid.

Can I help, I'm her daughter?

We're from Northumbria
and City Police.

Best if we come inside, pet.

So you've found Mum's bag?

Bag?

She reported it, you said
you were with the police.

I'm Detective Inspector
Vera Stanhope.

This is Sergeant Joe
Ashworth, and you are?

Hannah.

Hannah, does this belong
to your mum?

That wasn't in the bag, she
was wearing it this morning.

I want you to sit down, pet

I'm afraid we found
a body by the river.

I am so sorry.

[sobbing]

She wouldn't drown,
she couldn't!

We think she was murdered

[crying]

Now Hannah, this is hard,
I know it's hard

but it's my job to find out
who did this to your mum.

I'm going have to ask
you some questions.

Is there someone you'd
like me to call

or someone you'd like
to be here with you?

Your dad?

Simon, I want Simon.

[sobbing]

I don't know what to say.

Simon, boyfriend, is it?

Simon, this is Detective
Inspector Vera Stanhope,

Northumbria and City Police.

[soft piano music]

[Hannah coughing]

Sorry.

I don't take sugar.

Just this once, pet.

How long will it take
Simon to get here?

Not long, if he can
get past his mother.

They're only at the
other end of the village

You'd have passed it coming in.

Big house by the river,
just him and her.

Like me and Mum.

No partner, your Mum?

Not for a long time.

What did she do?

Social worker, fostering
and adoption.

I don't understand how
someone could hurt her.

She was strong, she
swam all the time.

Keep her figure trim, keep fit?

She's not vain like
that, she just loves it.

It doesn't matter how
many questions you ask me.

This doesn't make any sense.

She was a good person,
she made a difference.

Nobody could want this.

[door opens]

Hannah, okay, I've got you.

[crying]

Its all right.

[sombre music]

Simon, will you stay with her?

Yeah, its all right,

-I've got you
-[sombre music]

[birds chirping]

[car engine revving]

So it's confirmed,
she was drowned?

Water in her lungs with
traces of pesticide,

its run-off from the fields
by the stretch of river

where the car was found.

So, either she liked
swimming in circles.

Or she'd only just got in.

Maybe someone followed her.

Anything else?

Muesli for breakfast,
same sort I have.

Apparently you can get
it with cranberries.

Oh, God, he pushes it, that one.

-[car screeching]
-[car engine roaring]

[soft violin music]

[car engine roaring]

What are we doing?

Big house by the river.

And a mother who doesn't
like her lad

visiting with the little
lass down the way.

Now why do we think
that might be?

[soft piano music]

[doorbell ringing]

I'm afraid I don't
buy at the door,

especially not religion.

Oh, that's my sergeant's
clobber.

Gives the wrong impression.

Not we're not the God
Squad, pet, we're police.

DCI Vera Stanhope,
DS Joe Ashworth.

Veronica Eliot.

Just met your lad, round
at the Lister place.

No messing about with
him, is there?

Straight to what's
required, no fuss.

Still, Hannah's gonna be
needing that now, isn't she?

Now her mother's been murdered.

Jenny?

Jenny Lister's dead?

Didn't Simon say?

He was in quite a rush,
I can see why now.

Good God.

Hey, I'm sorry.

Were you friends?

Different circles, we only
really knew each other

through the children.

Yeah, they seem very close.

Yes, I'm afraid I find the
whole thing rather unhealthy.

Far too wrapped up
in each other.

And what did Jenny think?

Typical social worker,

non-interventionism
is a way of life.

She certainly didn't do
much to discourage it.

Simon's away at university.

Come the holidays,

she lets them live in each
other's pockets down there.

I'm more old-fashioned,
poor Jenny.

Though I suppose one
shouldn't be surprised

that it came to violence, the
type she's had to deal with.

We were under the impression
she worked with children.

But surely you know,

She was the senior social worker
in the Elias Jones affair.

[crying]

[screaming]

-[door banging]
-Shut up!

Shut up making that noise!

Come on, leave her be.

Anniversary of her lad's death.

She shouldn't have bloody
killed him then shouldn't she?

Come on.

[crying]

[door shuts]

[phone ringing]

Morning.

Ah, Kenny, I'm touched,
happy birthday, Joe.

[laughing]

Is this the best you could do?

You had a fiver off Billy.

[all laughing]

We'll stand you a drink
after work, christen the mug.

Cheers.

Right, Jenny Lister,
41 years old.

Social worker, wild
swimming enthusiast.

Now according to Billy,

she was stunned by a blow to
the head, probably with a rock,

and then held under the
water until she drowned.

Elias Jones, six-years-old.

Drowned in his bath by his
mother two years ago this week.

Now Jenny Lister was the senior
social worker in the case.

And I wanna know if we're
looking at coincidence

or connection, Kenny.

Yeah, well, you'll all
remember this one.

Mattie Jones, Elias's mother.

She's in and out of
care all her life.

She was considered vulnerable,
but there was never any sign

that she was mistreating
her son.

She just seemed to be a bit dim.

Dim?

Oh, I know, pet, you'll
get used to him.

At the trial, her
defence claimed

that she'd been punished
that way herself

in one of a foster home.

Held under the bath water,

that she never intended
to kill Elias.

She had a boyfriend
who'd recently moved out.

The prosecution reckoned
that Mattie thought

that she got rid of the child,
the man would come back.

The jury agreed, DC Whelan?

Connie Masters, Mattie's
social worker.

Jenny Lister was her
supervisor at work.

After the trial, there
was an internal inquiry.

Jenny was completely exonerated.

Exemplary practise was
the phrase used.

Connie didn't come
out of it so well.

Significant failings were found
in her handling of the case.

The press hung her out to dry.

[phone ringing]

Will someone finish the story?

She lost her job, her
marriage broke up,

she miscarried during the trial.

And then she disappeared.

Not even the tabloids
could find her.

Well, can't have been
looking very hard.

That was community liaison
on the phone.

It turns out that Connie
Masters has been signing on

under her maiden name in
Blyth, they had her followed.

She's living in Barnard Bridge.

Half a mile away from
where Jenny was killed.

Right, Joe, with me.

Kenny, Jenny Lister reported
her bag stolen last week.

I want you to get on to
your friends in Central,

see if there's anything to it.

And the rest of you, I
wanna know everything

there is to know about her.

Likes, dislikes, politics,
hobbies, allergies, the lot.

[upbeat music]

[car engine roaring]

-[upbeat music]
-[car engine roaring]

This must be it.

Potter's Ground.

[door opens]

Connie Masters?

Who are you?

Northumbria and City CID.

We'd like a word.

Inside, Alice, you
stay out here.

Murdered?

Christ.

You didn't seem surprised,
police on your doorstep.

Were you expecting us?

Why should I be?

What, you think I killed her?

[laughing]

Bloody perfect, my ex
forwards my mail.

The usual, you know, bills,
bank statements, death threats.

I thought maybe that's
why you'd come,

'cause he was worried about us.

[Joe] Death threats,
because of Elias Jones?

Anniversaries stir things up.

That why you didn't want
the neighbours seeing us?

I changed my name, I
live here very quietly.

I give them no reason
to be curious about me.

So when did you last see Jenny?

First Thursday of last month.

I was in town, signing
my divorce papers.

I bumped into her outside
the prison.

She was with a colleague,
young, fresh-faced.

Reminded me of how I used to be.

And where were you
yesterday morning

between 8 and 10:30?

I have spent two years trying
to put myself back together

piece by little piece,

so that me and Alice can
have a life worth living.

Do you think I would
risk losing that?

Do you think I would
risk losing her?

I think I know how I would
feel having to carry the can

while the boss walks
away smelling of roses.

Jenny Lister was a
brilliant social worker.

She didn't get me the
sack, I did that on my own.

I've read the internal
investigation.

You claimed to have sent
emails, asking for help,

asking for a reduction
in your caseload.

Jenny said she never
received them.

She probably didn't.

The system was always crashing.

"Overwhelmed," that was
the word you used.

You were going under and
your boss never even noticed.

I should have asked
for help earlier.

I shouldn't have been so
desperate to impress her.

So no hard feelings?

Despite having lost your career,
your marriage and a baby.

[door creaks]

Hey, who's that?

Jemima, I'm having
a baby sister.

Are you, now?

Her father, you're
gonna help Daddy and Zoe

choose a name, aren't you?

Yesterday morning?

Between 8 and 10:30?

Here, then I dropped
Alice off at school.

And then I went into
town for a decent coffee.

My weekly treat.

It's the worst thing
I can imagine.

Feeling responsible for
the death of a child.

All that, and then her
ex having a bairn

with his new lass.

Hard not to be looking
for someone to blame.

So we calling her
a suspect then?

Not much of an alibi.

I mean, is there enough
reasonable suspicion?

I shouldn't have been so
desperate to impress her.

Now, who does that
tell us about, hm?

Connie or Jenny?

Now, the daughter, Hannah,
clear as a bell to me,

but Jenny, I just can't get
the measure of her at all.

Just this dazzling image
I can't see past.

Well, it's early days.

Maybe the others will
turn something up, eh?

[water burbling]

Bloody mad.

Wish I lived by the sea.

So where's home, then?

Only, I've known a few Whelans.

Mostly from around Scotwood.

Well, big family, we get about.

A Whelan in every nick
in the North, eh?

And a clown like you
in every station.

Look, how about I do my
job and you do yours,

and we judge each other on that?

[birds squawking]

Hello, I'm Detective
Constable Whelan,

Northumberland and City CID.

We were told you sometimes
swim with Jenny Lister?

Yeah, but she doesn't
do the daytime swims.

That's a perk of retirement.

You'll most likely
catch her at work.

Actually, there's some bad news.

We wondered if you could
help us with our inquiry.

What that's it?

That's what you've got for me?

Lovely?

That's what everyone said.

Her boss, her colleagues,
the people she swam with.

Well, someone didn't
think so, did they?

What about forensics?

Nothing, it rained after.

So any prints there were
got washed away.

Right, so we've got no suspect,

nothing to know about
the victim,

and any evidence was washed
away by the wrong sort of rain.

What about Connie Masters?

Checking her alibi.

Ma'am, I read Sergeant
Ashworth's notes

of your conversation
with Hannah.

You asked if her mother
swam to keep her figure,

and Hannah said she wasn't
vain like that.

Well that handbag Jenny
reported stolen.

Yes, anything to it?

It was snatched from
under a table

in a city bar, bog standard.

But in the contents she
listed collagen tablets.

They're skin supplements.

You know, younger-looking skin.

They're like 60 quid online
for a month's supply.

Well, it's a discrepancy,
isn't it?

Either she didn't care about
how she looked, or she did.

What, a woman's not allowed

to want to look attractive now?

No, she's right.

A little bit of personal
vanity, no harm in that.

But she didn't want
anyone to see it.

She hid it even from
her own daughter.

Come on, it doesn't even
rank as a white lie.

But it tells us something!

It tells us she was someone

who could conceal
things, well done.

What?

You're saying just 'cause
she didn't admit

she was spending money
on face pills,

she lied to an internal
investigation

about those emails from
Connie Masters?

I think this is the first time

we've been able to see
that she was human.

With her little vanities
and her little deceptions,

she's just like the rest of us.

And, yes, maybe even
human enough

to cover up a professional
failing

when her reputation was at risk.

What, human enough
for Connie Masters

to find a motive for murder?

Where are you going?

Down the nick,

see what Mattie Jones has to
say about her social worker.

If she's still with us.

Burst appendix, Karma.

[soft piano music]

[door creaks]

Who's she?

Visitor.

[door shuts]

Go easy, she only just made it.

Appendix, is it?

Does that hurt?

I were crying and everything.

They thought it was about Elias.

He were my little boy.

I know.

Are you a doctor?

No, pet, I'm police.

But I'm not here to make bother.

I just wanted to ask you
about Connie Masters.

Remember her?

What did you make of her?

All right.

Jenny said she's not a
social worker any more.

Jenny, Jenny Lister?

Hm.

Oh, when did she tell you that?

I don't remember.

One of her Thursdays.

She always comes Thursdays.

Why do you want to know
about Connie for?

I'm sorry, Jenny Lister, has
been visiting you in prison?

What, every Thursday?

No other bugger bothered.

It's 'cause of her book.

And what book would that be?

The one she's writing, about me.

If your Mum had been
working on a book,

she'd have told you
about it, surely?

Not necessarily.

More likely wait till it was
written and then, "Ta-da!

Look what I've done."

She was good at surprises.

Mum said there's no
terror in the world

like fathoms of dark
water underneath you.

Once you've beaten that,
nothing scares you.

Illegal to swim in reservoirs.

It's only trespass.

How did your Mum like to work?

Longhand, Computer?

Laptop, she used it
for everything.

That's why she was so pissed
off when her bag was stolen.

Her laptop was in
the stolen bag?

Yeah.

You don't look so canny, pet.

Are you eating?

Can't face food at the moment.

Now, what would your Mum
have to say about that?

I don't know.

I don't know what she'd say.

'Cause that's what dead means.

That they're not here
to say what they think.

That you never get to
talk to them again.

Not even for a moment, not
even for one single moment.

I'm sorry, it was
a stupid cliche.

I should know better,
I'm sorry, pet.

[sombre music]

She doesn't sleep,
she won't eat.

At night, she just
drinks and cries.

And there's nothing I can do.

Well, there's nothing
anyone can do at the moment.

Just stay with her,
drink with her,

try and see if you
can get her to eat.

And don't let yourself
go the same way.

Are those the same
clothes you were wearing

when you came round?

I haven't wanted to leave her.

Well, how about Sergeant
Ashworth runs Hannah home.

And I'll nip you back to pick
up some clean things, hm?

Go on, hop in, you'll only
be ten minutes behind her.

Joe, when you're done, go
and talk to Jenny's boss.

See if he knows anything about
this book she was writing.

And get Kenny back onto
the stolen handbag.

Her laptop was in it,
we need it found.

[dramatic music]

-[soft piano music]
-[birds chirping]

[indistinct chatter]

[Veronica] Simon, you're
supposed to be studying.

[Simon] Her mother is dead!

[Veronica] And failing your
exams won't help anyone.

[door slams]

Oh, I wasn't aware there
was anyone here.

I said I'd give Simon a
lift back to Hannah's.

How is she?

Oh, well, as well as can
be expected, you know.

Ready?

[door slams]

[rain pattering]

Simon will be a few
minutes behind.

Have you ever lost someone?

Not like you, sudden.

Your boss has, hasn't she?

She gets it, like Simon.

Yeah, I think she does.

I think she does.

[rain pattering]

[birds squawking]

So Jenny was working on a book?

It was still very much
in the early stages,

but I believe she'd had
interest from publishers.

What was it?

True crime sort of thing,
about Mattie Jones?

-God, no!
-[chuckles]

Jenny hated that kinda schlock.

It was a collection
of case studies.

A sort of popular guide
to social work.

The press are always
either demonising us

or demonising the clients.

You know, we're useless,
they're scum.

Jenny wanted to challenge that.

She would have succeeded too.

She was good at anything
she ever turned her hand to.

-Sorry, still hasn't sunk in.
-[sighs]

No, thank you, Mr Thompson.

You've been a real help.

Craig, please.

She was the best social
worker I ever knew.

Her team are in bits.

Anything we can do to
help, you just ask, yeah?

If Jenny was writing a book,

she'd have it backed
up somewhere.

Her home computer is no problem,

but I wouldn't get authorization

to start trawl through
her hard drive here.

Confidential information.

Not open to anyone outside
of social services.

I'll get on to it.

Thank you.

[door creaks]

[phone ringing]

[birds squawking]

So, Jenny Lister's
writing a book.

True-life case studies,
including Mattie's.

Show the world what social
workers are really up against.

Even with the names changed,

everyone's gonna know who's who.

So who doesn't want this
book to see the light of day?

I don't know, Mattie's
foster parents,

teachers, doctors, us.

Anyone who should have
seen it and didn't.

No, what?

Nothing.

What?

What you said to Simon.

Sit with her, drink with
her, make sure she eats.

That's my job description,
innit?

Well, if you're unhappy
in your work

[chuckles]

How old were you when
your Mum died?

What?

Where's this coming from?

No, Nothing, I'm
just interested.

Ten, here I'll show you.

What's that?

Me!

Ah, right.

Ten, tenth birthday.

Tall, wasn't I?

A tall girl.

No, not really, not for ten.

[sombre music]

How did you cope when
she was gone?

A social worker came
over, I remember.

Stood over there, told me to
be a good girl for me dad.

Suppose it was different
then, wasn't it?

A man taking on the
care of a child.

Thought he was a saint.

What about this boyfriend?

Simon?

No, Mattie Jones' fella.

Taking on her and the
bairn, what's his story?

Michael Morgan, he's older
than Mattie, well-educated.

Was studying to be an
osteopath at the time.

What's an educated man like him

doing with a scrappy
little waif like Mattie?

I don't know, he moved out
before Elias was killed.

According to the judge
in his summing up,

he was completely blameless.

There was no notion that
Mattie would hurt her son.

Well, the judge wasn't
writing a book, was he?

Jenny Lister was.

And I wonder what she had
to say about you, Mr Morgan.

Found him!

Michael Morgan, osteopath
and complementary therapist.

He has treatment rooms at
a place called The Willows.

Some sort of health
club, very la-di-da.

That was security from
the supermarket

where Connie Masters
said she parked that car.

They've CCTV footage
which backs up her story.

Plus we've got two positive IDs

from staff at the coffee
shop, rules her out.

Right, well, I'd better go
check out this health spa.

Ma'am, if you need someone
to drive you?

No!

No thanks, pet.

On this occasion I'll
be taking Joe.

Er, don't worry, you'll
get used to it, pet.

Kenny, bag, laptop!

Ma'am.

[soft piano music]

Look at this place,

Morgan must be doing all right
to be operating out of here.

Yes, all right, pull
your tongue in.

-Oh, come on.
-[sighs]

Oh, hello, Miss Stanhope.

Are you wanting to sign
in a guest today?

Actually, Yasmin, I'm here
in a professional capacity.

Michael Morgan, could
you direct us

to his treatment rooms, please?

The doctor said I needed
to lose weight.

Cheeky cow hadn't even
had me on the scales.

Well, I couldn't risk running
into one of you lot down

the municipal baths, could I?

So I picked somewhere I knew
none of you could afford.

All right?

Satisfied?

Ah, this is it.

Still, if you ever did want
to sign us in as a guest.

Don't push your luck.

[dramatic music]

Hello!

Michael Morgan?

Yes.

DCI Vera Stanhope,
DS Joe Ashworth.

We'd like to have a little word.

No whale music?

[chuckles]

Perhaps some of my clients
would like it,

but personally I find
that kind of set-dressing

rather degrading, gets
in the way of the work.

And what is the work?

Healing, you?

Sergeant Ashworth and
I have a few questions.

Like what is a man like you,

doing with a girl
like Mattie Jones?

Nothing good, I thought I
could make a difference.

A lifetime of neglect and I
thought I could put it right.

Arrogance, unforgivable
arrogance.

Well, according to
the trial judge,

you have nothing to
reproach yourself with.

Well, perhaps not on paper.

You see, the work I do now,

it's a way of looking,
of seeing.

There was nothing about Mattie

that made me think she could
ever hurt Elias, but she did.

I can't have been looking
hard enough, can I?

Did you know one of
Mattie's social workers

was writing a book?

Doesn't sound very ethical.

But the prospect doesn't worry
you, on a personal level?

Like you said,

according to the people
who supposedly count,

I have nothing to reproach
myself with.

My own conscience
is another matter.

Why did you move
out of Mattie's?

Elias's school were
raising concerns

about changes in his behaviour.

Mattie's social worker
thought that introducing

a new member into the family
had changed the dynamic.

That perhaps Elias was having
trouble sharing his life,

his mother, with someone new.

The last thing I wanted was
to make things difficult

for either of them,
so I moved out.

But you were still
seeing Mattie?

You were still an item?

I wanted things to be
easier for Elias.

I also wanted some
space for myself.

You see, people like Mattie,

who've never had enough
of anything,

when the full extent of their
need is finally revealed.

You realise you're looking
at a bottomless pit.

You see, there are
some emptinesses

that can never be filled.

Well, thank you very
much, Mr Morgan.

We'll be in touch, if we
have any further questions.

You hold a lot of tension here.

You'd sleep much better
if you could let it go.

[laughing]

He's lying.

Aye, but about what?

I don't know, but he is.

A way of seeing, he's all
about sniffing out weakness,

sniffing out vulnerability,
and then using it.

Price list, Michael Morgan?

You should definitely try him.

Special rates for members.

A lot of our ladies
swear by him.

Yeah, I bet they do.

50 quid for half an hour!

Don't tell me he's got
nothing to lose, door!

[door shuts]

[soft piano music]

Oh, what's this, decorating?

[soft piano music]

This place is a dead
end if you're young.

They hang around with
nothing to do.

They knew you were police.

suppose they got curious
about me, found me online.

Like I said, anniversaries
stir things up.

It is a crime, you
should report it.

For what?

You gonna send some boys round

to help me get it off
before the landlord sees?

Why are you here, anyway?

To talk about Michael Morgan.

What did you think of him?

I thought that he was unhealthy.

Unhealthy?

Manipulative, calculating,
he had power and he used it.

What, with Mattie?

She'd always kept
the place nice.

A bit messy, but nice.

Then Michael moved in and
suddenly there was no mess,

no toys, nothing.

I asked and she said, "Michael
doesn't like clutter."

Then the telly went,
she loved the telly.

That's how I remember
her and Elias,

on the settee together,
watching.

But Michael said that
it dulled the mind.

I was relieved when
Michael moved out.

I thought he was the reason why
Elias had become so anxious.

I'd have been anxious

if I'd had to live with a
man like Michael Morgan.

What did Jenny have
to say about it all?

She said that,

"I shouldn't forget that Mattie
was a very damaged person.

And that even with Morgan gone,

I should keep up my level
of involvement."

But I just had so
much on my plate.

And I was so sure that
Morgan was the problem.

Unhealthy, manipulative,
calculating.

What if Morgan knew about the
book, knew what was coming?

That was Connie's opinion,
not Jenny's.

And anyway how could he know?

Mattie, using her phone
calls from the prison

to try to impress him.

No, I mean, how could he know
it was gonna be so negative?

I think Connie's right.

I think he's got a sense of
what people are thinking.

About him, anyway,
the sly bastard.

This place, a living death.

Not even a pub, no wonder
the devil's making work.

We are partly to blame
though, aren't we?

What?

We shouldn't have
just turned up.

She was living incognito
for a reason.

It's a murder inquiry!

What else could we have done?

I don't know, called ahead?

Brought her in, thought
about it?

Are you telling me
how to do my job?

No, I'm just asking

if we could have done
things different.

Fine line, Sergeant,
very fine line.

[soft piano music]

Kenny, bag!

I'm on it.

Why's everyone so bloody quiet?

We're trawling through Jenny
Lister's home computer files

for where she might
have backed up her book.

Michael Morgan, any
mention of that man's name

and I wanna know about it.

[door slams]

God, she's like me Mum
the morning after.

Where do we hide if she
starts chucking stuff?

Look after yourself.

Remember the breathing
exercises.

Take care, I'll see
you next week, goodbye.

[suspense music]

[soft piano music]

[door knocks]

Hello, is your dad in?

Craig!

I'm sorry to disturb
you at home,

but there's something I
need to follow up with you.

Can't it wait?

[door slams]

I'm with my family.

Perhaps we can go
for a walk, then?

There was a wet suit,

hanging on the back
of your office door.

Yeah.

Hobby?

Yeah.

Wild swimming, like
Jenny Lister?

Uh-huh, didn't mention that
the last time we spoke.

Were you having a relationship
with her?

No.

So why the secrecy?

We weren't having
a relationship.

Not for want of trying
on my part.

That's why I took
up the swimming.

To have reason to be near her.

Outside of office hours, I mean.

Must have been difficult
for you.

It's hard to get over,

wanting someone and them
not wanting you.

I meant being married,
and having those feelings.

She always kept me
at arm's length.

And then one day
I just told her.

I told her that I loved her,
that I was in love with her.

She said that she was
already seeing someone.

"Somebody I shouldn't
be", that's what she said.

So maybe she did like
married men, just not me.

[soft piano music]

Seeing someone I shouldn't be.

What do we think to that?

Who do we think to that?

What if the boss
with the two kids

and the pregnant wife was lying?

What if he and Jenny were.

He wasn't lying.

Maybe she's turning gay.

She wouldn't have a
problem with that.

Maybe she was gay
and seeing a man.

I've seen this film once.

It's got to be a colleague,
it's classic.

110% of people who have
affairs do it at work.

Look at Kenny, getting
all twitchy,

seeing us all in a new
and exciting light.

-Very good.
-[all laughing]

Hey, could be anybody.

Could be her boss, could
be her brother-in-law,

could be her bank manager.

They're all taboo
in different ways.

But Jenny was a social worker.

And what's the biggest taboo

in the world of a social worker?

A client.

Or someone romantically
involved with a client.

What if it's not about
the book at all?

What if... Joe.

Connie Masters, call her,
get over there whatever.

Find out what sort of contact
Jenny Lister had with Morgan.

Good work with her boss.

So, I'm back in favour
now, am I?

Teacher's pet?

Oh, grow up.

All I did was ask a question.

It wasn't a question,
it was an accusation,

blaming me for what happened
to Connie Masters yesterday.

I'm not blaming anyone.

Are you and Celine
having problems?

This has nothing to do
with Celine, it's you!

Ever since we went to
see Michael Morgan.

I don't know what he's
done to get you so rattled?

Because he's a filthy
fake and he's lying!

He's lying to us
about something.

Ma'am.

What?

That stolen handbag's turned up.

No laptop, but they did
manage to pull some prints off

the leather, they ran it
through IDENT1 last night.

They got a match.

Connie Masters.

Some guy selling stolen phones.

When they raided his flat
and found loads of stuff.

They reckon he's a fence

for the town centre
pickpockets, Danny Shaw.

I know that face.

Why do I know that face?

So you're saying Jenny
Lister did meet Morgan?

Alice had pneumonia.

Jenny covered my home visits
while we were in hospital.

How have you been?

You know, you could ask for
police protection, you'd get it.

It's not a way to live.

So what are you gonna do?

Alice, Jemima's too
near the edge!

You know, the way you
are with Alice.

Happy with her, happy for her.

Not letting your
griefs touch her.

I don't know many people
who'd have that strength.

What have you got?

What's inside there?

Let me see.

Nice bag.

Pity the owner's been murdered.

Not by me.

Your prints are all over it.

I haven't killed anyone.

Two words, Michael Morgan.

I want a solicitor.

I think that's a very good idea.

See, I've got a dead body,

a stolen bag and
a missing laptop.

And every single stone I turn

points me back the same
way to Michael Morgan.

And from where I'm sitting,

you're looking very
much like an accessory.

I was taking stuff
from the club.

Thieving, Morgan
caught me at it.

He said he wouldn't
tell the management,

if I did him a favour.

Steal Jenny Lister's laptop?

Yeah, she was writing
something about him.

I don't know what, I didn't ask.

I took her bag, I gave
him the laptop.

I passed the rest of
the stuff on to a mate.

I swear to Christ, I didn't
know he was gonna hurt her.

[door slams]

[dramatic music]

Boss, Jenny Lister did
meet Michael Morgan,

maybe on several occasions.

Do we have enough
to bring him in?

We have now.

[dramatic music]

Thank you, Yasmin.

[dramatic music]

Mr Morgan?

[suspense music]

Aha, the fresh and
lovely DI Stanhope.

Blow to the back of the head
with that massage stone.

Fell to the floor.

Bruising on both knees.

Face pushed under the
water and held there.

Contusions where the
lip of that trough cut

into the abdomen.

Prints on the stone?

Gloves.

It's the same, though, isn't it?

Same method as Jenny Lister,
stunned then drowned.

Same, almost definitely
the same perpetrator.

Nicotine gum, gives a happy
tingle and unlike the patches,

doesn't play havoc with
the chest hair.

My new friend likes a full pelt.

Do you wanna know what I think?

I'm not sure, pelt?

Conjuring images, Billy.

Fantasies, Vera, perfectly
natural.

Breathe and they'll pass.

Oh, we're not looking
at some serial killer

with a signature.

This person only knows
one way of doing it.

It worked the first
time, so he did it again.

He?

Well, from the force
of the blow,

probably but not necessarily.

Could have been a strong woman.

And the advantage of
stunning someone.

You don't need so much strength
to hold them down after.

That's what I always
find anyway.

We've had the whole place
locked down there's nothing.

Nobody heard anything,
nobody saw anything.

These were hidden at
the back of a drawer

in Morgan's treatment rooms.

Danny Shaw confirmed
they were the items

that Morgan caught him stealing.

Must have kept them as security.

A phone's a phone,

see if you can reunite
the locket with its owner.

I already checked.

It was reported missing from
a locker by Veronica Eliot.

No-one gets in without
a swipe card.

Cheeky beggars even had
a go at the safe.

We've been really
careful since the thefts.

There's a safe?

Some items people don't want
to leave in the lockers.

I don't suppose Michael Morgan

ever put anything in
the safe, did he, pet?

[beeping]

You little beauty, come
to Auntie Vera.

Michael Morgan hears
about Jenny's book.

Probably from Mattie,
steals her laptop.

Sees what he's up against,

realises it's going to
cause serious damage

to his 50-quid-a-half-hour
business.

So what does he do?

Kills her.

Billy said same person almost
definitely killed both.

Tries to blackmail her.

You know, "If you print that,

I'll tell the world we
were sleeping together."

We're can't sure Morgan's

its the someone that Jenny
shouldn't have been seeing.

And look what she wrote,

exploitative, manipulative,
controlling.

Why have anything
to do with him?

What's the connection?

What's the connection
between Jenny Lister

and Michael Morgan?

Mattie Jones, both drowned.

The laptop, they both had
it in their possession.

Michael Morgan hid
it in the safe.

Because it's stolen property.

Wouldn't want to get
caught with it.

Or because it mattered,
it was important.

He can't be naive to think
that by hiding the laptop,

he'd done away with the book.

Exactly, I mean,

the book might have given
him a motive to murder Jenny,

but it didn't give anyone
a motive to murder him.

So it's not about the book.

It's about something else.

Something in there,
something in that laptop.

Then we'll go through
everything.

What are we looking for?

Something that'll make
sense of this.

Hey, where are you going?

Loose end.

[suspense music]

[car engine roaring]

[water burbling]

Lovely.

Do you garden?

I have a garden, but this...

You'd pay entry.

How can I help?

Where were you this
morning, Mrs Eliot?

Parish Council meeting.

All morning?

Yes.

Presumably that can be verified?

By the Vicar, his wife
and at least ten others.

What's this about?

I didn't think I'd see it again.

When I first met you,

you said Jenny Lister was
a typical social worker.

What did you mean by that?

Oh, I don't know.

I just don't like
the breed much.

You don't strike me

as someone who's had much
to do with the breed.

My youngest son was killed
when he was very small.

I was assigned to social
worker for a short time.

Greta, awful clothes,
no imagination.

What happened?

He was hit by a car.

We used to feed the ducks
at Thorsgill Reservoir.

Simon slipped, the water's
so dark there.

I got him out, but Roddy had
toddled off by that time.

It wasn't the driver's
fault or Simon's.

That's why I can't bear
what he's doing now.

Cleaving to Hannah in
her time of trouble.

Even if it means throwing
away his own prospects.

It's a misplaced
act of atonement

for something that was never
his fault in the first place.

How old was he, Roddy?

Two.

I didn't really function
after Roddy.

Not for a long while.

My husband died a
few years later.

Now it's just me and Simon.

Hard, must be.

Simon not really being here,
even when he is at home.

[chuckles]

Perhaps I'm just plain
old-fashioned jealous.

I have never in my
life been to anyone

what Hannah is to him.

You know, Hannah needs
people to hold her together

at the moment, and your
Simon's round there

doing it all on his own.

I'm afraid one's own tragedies

don't give one any particular
insight into anyone else's.

All the same.

[soft piano music]

Hannah, you're so far away.

I want to get back, I do.

-[doorbell ringing]
-I'll-

I'll get it.

Simon's inside.

I don't want to intrude.

I just wanted to tell you how
sorry I am about your mother.

It's very, very sad.

Life is sometimes
very, very sad.

Um, soup, when Roddy died,

I had awful trouble
eating, couldn't swallow.

I thought you might be able
to manage something light.

Simon's been cooking, Pasta.

There's plenty inside
if you're still hungry.

Thank you, no.

I might pop in tomorrow,
see how you're doing.

Look, with Roddy, it
made a difference

finding out exactly
how it had happened.

Otherwise you're just
endlessly lost

in the moment, aren't you?

Friends at Barnard Bridge

tell me the police have
been going back and forth,

questioning Elias Jones's
social worker.

Perhaps you'll have
closure soon, I hope so.

[footsteps fading]

[sombre music]

[door shuts]

Oh, how much more,
I can barely focus.

Here we go.

Thanks.

Four-bloody-am!

You're lucky I found
anywhere open.

This Christmas shopping.

Hannah, Simon, Lucy,
Gavin, Mattie.

Mattie, soap and "No
other bugger bothered."

That's what the prison
officer said

about Jenny visiting Mattie.

Get over to the prison,
women's wing.

Look at the visitors
log for Mattie Jones.

The officer I spoke to said

that Jenny visited every
Thursday for an hour,

never more, never less.

Said, she didn't want to mess
with Mattie's expectations.

Did Jenny ever have
anyone with her?

Rookies, students?

No, the prison officer
was dead clear about that.

Always an hour, always alone.

[dramatic music]

Lost something?

When I first met Connie Masters,

she talked about bumping
into Jenny Lister

by the prison on a Thursday.

Said she was with a colleague.

Yeah.

What colleague?

If she always turned up
at the prison on her own,

what colleague?

"Young", she said,
"young and fresh-faced."

Where's that list of
members at the Willows

the day Morgan was killed?

Here it is.

[suspense music]

Veronica Eliot she wasn't there.

She was at a Parish
Council meeting.

I checked her alibi myself.

Someone used her
membership card.

Seeing someone I shouldn't.

That "shouldn't" wasn't
professional, it was personal.

Emails, re-check Jenny
Lister's emails.

See if there's anything
from Simon, Simon Eliot.

[dramatic music]

Oh, bloody hell.

Hannah, it's all about
not losing Hannah.

[soft piano music]

I'm just gonna go
and get some milk.

Back before you wake up,

Okay.

Love you.

[suspense music]

Morgan has Jenny's laptop
stolen because he suspects

she's written something
detrimental about him.

Sees this little lot and
thinks to himself "Bingo!"

He's got all the leverage
he needs.

"Print that book and
I'll tell the world

what you were doing with
your daughter's boyfriend."

And she wouldn't want
that to get out.

You'd think, but despite
everything

she still had some integrity,

she still had some self-respect.

She wasn't proud of
what she'd done,

but she wasn't gonna let a man

like Michael Morgan
dictate to her.

She calls his bluff,
decides to come clean,

and to the person who
matters most, Hannah.

But she tells Simon
what she's planning

and he's a disaster
waiting to happen.

A lifetime of guilt over
his brother's death,

a mother lost in her own grief.

He's been starved for
love till he found Hannah.

He can't let Jenny
tell her, he can't!

So he kills her?

And then he kills Morgan,
because Morgan knows

and what happens if
he tells Hannah?

I'll bring him in.

Bring him in.

[dramatic music]

[phone ringing]

Connie Masters, Connie
Masters saw them together.

Simon and Jenny,

call Joe, tell him
to get over there,

get hold of Connie!

Tell him I'm on my
way, send backup!

I'm on it.

[dramatic music]

[rain pattering]

[groans]

Mum!

Mum?

[suspense music]

Connie?

Connie!

[suspense music]

[phone ringing]

No, they've both gone.

The house is unlocked,
there's blood on the ground.

There's tyre tracks headed west.

Get on to control.

Put out a call for urgent
obs on the car, then wait.

[Joe] What am I waiting for?

Me!

[dramatic music]

[car engine revving]

Do you like songs?

'Cause I could sing
us one if you like.

* Peter hammers with
one hammer *

* One hammer, one hammer *

* Peter hammers with one
hammer this fine day *

[car engine roaring]

Reservoir.

[phone ringing]

Ma'am, where are you?

They're heading for
Thorsgill Reservoir!

Thorsgill Reservoir, has to be.

[car engine revving]

* Peter's very tired
now, tired now, *

* Peter's very tired
now, this fine day *

[suspense music]

[car screeching]

[car engine revving]

I'm at the reservoir road.

I can't see them, I
can't see anything yet.

Just keep driving!

[water splattering]

[suspense music]

Are we here?

[car engine revving]

I'm here, I cannot see them yet.

[dramatic music]

Joe!

[suspense music]

[water splattering]

[sighs]

[sombre music]

[phone ringing]

[water splattering]

Oh, Joe.

[water burbling]

[groaning]

[sighs]

-[Connie coughing]
-[water burbling]

Alice, I couldn't see Alice.

Joe!

Joe, look!

[soft piano music]

You're all right, pet.

You're all right, Connie,
you're safe.

[soft music]

Did you get it?

What?

The milk.

Simon?

[doorbell]

[door banging]

Hello, pet, is Simon here?

They're all around, all
around the house.

All the windows and doors.

Simon, what's going on?

Better coming from you.

Then, Simon Eliot,

I'm arresting you for the
murder of Jenny Lister,

for the murder of Michael Morgan

and the attempted murder
of Connie Masters.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence,

if you do not mention,
when questioned,

something you later
rely on in court.

Anything you do, say
will be written down

and may be used in evidence.

Do you understand?

I need to hear you say it.

Yes.

-No!
-[crying]

Jenny was gonna tell you.

Then everything would
have been over.

Tell me what?

I didn't love her.

It was...I don't
know what it was.

You did right by Connie's
daughter.

You weren't expecting a
child to be there, were you?

No, at first, I thought that
they should be together.

No one left alone, no
one left to grieve.

Then I remembered what
it was like in that water

and I didn't want that for her.

I'm not mad, I knew
it was wrong.

It just didn't matter
as much as Hannah.

Nothing matters as
much as Hannah.

I love you.

-I love you
-Get him out.

Get him out!

Hannah, no!

-Come on
-Don't, please, no, Hannah!

[crying]

[sombre music]

You know, the question
you're asking yourself now.

Why your mam did what she did.

That's not the one that's
gonna matter to you in the end.

She was a good woman, hm?

She made a difference
and she loved you.

I want her back.

I just want her back.

I know, pet, I know.

-I know.
-[sombre music]

Come on, I'll give
you a lift home.

Look at you, you
can barely walk.

[bicycle clinking]

How did she take it, Hannah?

Well, she's broken now,
but she'll mend.

There's a girl whose mother
taught her how to live.

I can't see Veronica putting
herself back together, though.

You didn't tell us about
the conversation

you had with her.

About Simon's brother
at the reservoir.

Oh, just a loose end.

Just tying it up for
my own satisfaction.

You know, if you'd told
us that information,

maybe I could have put two
and two together quicker.

No one died, Joe.

And there's a girl still
got her Mum because of you.

It doesn't feel like that.

It feels like there's
a child drowning.

And I can't get there in time.

Yeah, I know.

I teach my kids everything
I know.

Everything that's
in me is theirs.

'Cause I want them to be bigger,

better and smarter than I am.

And I can take the sly looks
and the teacher's pet teasing,

'cause I wanna learn,
I wanna learn from you.

But you've got to
give us access.

"Tall girl", that's what
my mam used to call me.

"My big tall girl".

Is that what they do, then, lie?

Make you feel good, make
you feel special?

Yeah.

What, I wasn't tall, then?

Well, you're not tall
now, are you?

No, but I thought it
stopped me growing, like.

You know, the shock, losing her.

Listen, I'd better go in.

I phoned from the hospital,
she'll be worried.

Hey, Joe, I'm sorry I
forgot your birthday.

I'll remember next year.

[soft music]

[door slams]

[keys jingling]

[soft music]

[orchestral music]