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[ Indistinct conversation ]

-Sam: Let's see what you've got. Man: All in.

I'll be having that, thank you very much.

Sam: What?

How do you do that every time? You're cheating.

If you don't know how to lose, then you shouldn't play.

I swear you're making the rules up.

-All good? -Yeah. Almost there, I reckon.

Alright, I'd better take a leak before we start.

Bad loser?

Maisie okay?

Yeah. Watching the sun come up.

Let's get the nets in.

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Maisie?!

Maisie!

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-Billy! Sam! -Sam: What?! What?!

-Maisie. -What's going on?

-She's gone.

What?

Maisie!

All: Maisie! Maisie! Maisie!

Mayday, mayday. This is the Tom Crocker.

Come in.

-Maisie! Maisie! -Maisie!

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[ "Just as the Tide Was Flowing" plays ]

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-♪ One morning in the month of June ♪

♪ Down by a rolling river ♪

♪ There a weary traveller chanced to stray ♪

♪ And he beheld his lover ♪

♪ Her cheeks were red, her eyes were brown ♪

♪ Her hair in ringlets hanging down ♪

♪ She'd a lovely face without a frown ♪

♪ Just as the tide was flowing ♪

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[ Horn honks ] Man: Watch out!

[ Tyres screech ]

[ Car door closes ]

What's going on? Eh?

-She's gone, mate. -What do you mean, she's gone?

We came up from below, and she was gone.

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I-I'm not even sure what a home visit is.

They visit your home?

Yes, but to what end? [ Telephone rings ]

Shipton Abbott Police Station.

See if you're weird or not.

If you've got any funny habits.

Body parts in the fridge.

Margo: People chained up in the cellar.

Well, no, it's a boat. We haven't got a cellar.

You've thought about it, then?

It'll have an engine room. You could use that.

Right, I have a feeling you're not being entirely serious.

That was the harbour master.

One of the fishing boats has reported a body lost at sea.

Which boat?

The Tom Crocker.

Esther: Margo?

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Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

It's Maisie.

[ Gasps ]

Oh, God. [ Indistinct conversation ]

-Thank you for your time. -Cheers.

Thank you.

Maisie Morgan, a 65-year-old woman,

was reported missing from the Tom Crocker

fishing vessel at 5:53 a.m.

The RNLI are liaising with the coastguard and our marine unit.

They'll go back and search the area again,

but they don't hold out much hope.

It's very much a body search.

But even that is nigh on impossible.

They were towing nets for over an hour,

so the area they have to cover is huge.

Yes, according to the harbour master,

everyone thinks it was suicide.

Yeah. Well, she was dying,

and the lifeboat crew said her sons found a note.

Right.

Uh, the, er, boat's been cordoned off, sir.

Thank you, Kelby.

Margo: Yeah. Take care.

-Yeah, yeah. -Yeah, yeah.

Margo, everything alright?

That's my ex-husband, Jaime.

He works on the Tom Crocker sometimes.

But, er, not today?

No. But Maisie Morgan was his sister.

He's gone to call her daughter.

So she has three sons and a daughter?

Yeah, step-sons.

She married Sam Morgan 20 years ago.

Her daughter, Jenny, is from a previous marriage.

Margo, if you want to take some time --

I'm fine.

Hmm.

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Humphrey: Right.

Gentlemen. I'm Detective Inspector Goodman.

This is DS Williams.

What do you need from us?

Well, you'll need to give formal statements, of course.

But, uh, for now, if one of you

could just talk me through what happened.

You might need to see that.

Thank you.

We got out just before dawn.

Shot the nets about 4 mile out.

Humphrey: And you were all on deck?

Adam: Till the nets were out.

And Maisie said she'd keep watch while we had a tea break.

So we went down into the cabin, played some cards.

Time we came back up to get the nets in, she was gone.

Found her scarf and shoes down by the bow.

That note was tucked inside one of her shoes.

Is there no other way off the boat?

I mean, no life rafts or anything?

We've got a life raft on the back, but it's sealed.

-And it's still there? -Yeah.

We were a fair way out.

I mean, if she's not on that boat, then...

there's only one place she can be.

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Humphrey: Okay.

I understand she was unwell?

The doctors didn't reckon she had long left.

What was she doing on a dawn fishing trip?

I-I can imagine it's quite hard work.

Maisie loved the sea.

She grew up on it. She wasn't here to work.

She just asked if she could come out with us, one last time.

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We should have known.

And which of you was the last one to see her?

I saw her.

When I came up to check the wheelhouse.

I came up on deck after that, but I didn't see her.

I didn't go near the bow.

I just went to the toilet

and then joined the boys at the stern.

Alright.

We'll need to take a look around the boat, if that's alright.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, er, maybe you should go home, be with your families.

We'll be in touch, okay?

Thank you.

Come on.

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Did they send you?

Yeah.

Kelby: I always wanted to be a fisherman.

Why didn't you?

I'm not really a morning person.

-Mm. -Yeah.

I got a summer job on one of the boats.

[ Chuckles ] It was a 4:30 call.

But every time I got there, the boat had already left.

I got sacked on the third day.

I got there at quarter past 8:00,

which is early for me, but they were in France by then.

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This very much says it all.

Yes. Yes, it does.

Though I wonder why she tied her scarf to the rail

and left her shoes like this.

It's a little, um, odd, don't you think?

And if you were going to jump off a boat,

why would you do so at the most inconvenient place?

The bow is much higher. She would have to climb up here.

And, yet, at the side...

she could have pretty much just, uh, stepped off.

So you don't think it's suicide?

Everything points to that, but let's cover all bases, shall we?

Check for prints...

and/or extraneous fibres and the like,

particularly in, uh, these areas.

Let's see if we can confirm the boat's movements.

I think the harbour has CCTV.

-Anything else? -We should talk to her doctor.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Excellent.

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Jenny. Uncle Jaime.

I've got some bad news.

The Sarge said you knew the lady.

She's my sister-in-law.

At least she was.

She was Jaime's -- my ex-husband's sister.

I'm sorry.

Is that why you -- why you rushed out when you did?

Not exactly.

Truth is...

I thought it could have been Jaime.

He's a fisherman, right?

On and off.

Maisie's late husband owned the Tom Crocker

and half-a-dozen others.

It's funny to think, you being married to a fisherman.

-Why? -Er, I-I don't know.

How long were you married?

Too long.

We got married a bit young, I suppose.

Both of us had a lot of growing up to do.

Not that anyone could have told us at the time, of course.

But you're stupid when you're young, aren't you?

Yeah.

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Oh, it's just awful.

The Morgan family are Shipton Abbott.

Poor woman. They're saying she jumped off the boat.

She was very poorly, by all accounts,

and she lost her husband not that long ago.

-How awful. -And that's not all.

She fell out with her daughter, Jenny,

just after she and Sam were married.

I don't think they've spoken since.

That broke Maisie's heart.

What on earth could be so bad you can't talk to your own mum?

I'm not entirely sure.

I know Maisie tried to see her several times,

but Jenny always refused.

Er, I know you said give the mourners a free mug of tea,

but now they're asking for doughnuts.

We had a delivery this morning.

Yeah, but do I charge for them or not?

Cheeky blighters.

Just lay them on the table. They can help themselves.

You get on. Me and Zoe can cope. You don't want to be late.

-Are you sure? -Positive.

But be back by 3:00. I've got a date tonight.

Another one?

I wasn't aware you were keeping count.

He's picking me up at 7:00,

so be back by 3:00 so I can get ready.

You need four hours?

There's no point in even trying to explain it to you.

Just wait until you're my age. All will become clear.

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[ Camera shutter clicks ]

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Just passing on my way back to work.

-Thought I'd call in. -Right, er, come in.

Yeah, go through there.

Okay.

All the boats have a VMS tracking system,

which records its position every two hours,

and that confirms they left at 4:30 a.m.,

went out about 5 miles, and dropped their nets.

They then towed them for another 3 miles.

Then the movement was a bit erratic.

It looks like they were searching

for a good few hours before heading back.

Thank you. What about forensics?

Er, it seems the boat was cleaned yesterday,

before it went out, so they're hopeful

they've got some decent samples.

We've also visited the family home

and taken DNA swabs for identification.

Hi, everyone.

Ah, Martha. Oh, home visit.

Er, we should leave now.

Right.

Um, Esther, let me know of any developments.

Will do.

-Good luck. -Thanks.

How did Jenny take it?

Well, you know Jenny. She don't say much.

Just thanks for letting her know.

Will she come?

Said she would.

Shame she couldn't have made the effort when her mum was alive.

That was never gonna happen, was it?

No, no.

How are the boys?

Well, you know them.

They'll be worrying about themselves.

[ Both laugh ]

What about you?

I'm okay.

It's not like it came out of the blue, is it?

She's been ill for a while now.

I'm sorry. I should have called in or summat.

Not your place, is it?

Not anymore.

No.

She always liked you, you know.

I liked her, too.

And it doesn't matter if she'd been ill for a while.

It doesn't mean you'll grieve any less.

She was your sister. You're bound to miss her.

I'll miss her nagging.

[ Both laugh ]

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I was supposed to be seeing her Thursday, taking her into town.

So, I'm the only one with the balls to ask the question, then?

Did she change the will or not?

Is that all you're bothered about?

-What? And you're not? -There's a time and a place.

We haven't even found her body yet.

What's up, golden boy?

Not gonna get your own way for once?

-I don't need this. -Look at him.

Straight out the door to phone the lawyers.

-You mean you haven't already? -He can't, can he?

-You're the eldest. -Really?

I thought that didn't mean anything anymore.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door slams ]

So, I know it's been quite a journey, but we're almost there.

Once we're finished here today,

you'll have your final panel meeting next week.

After that, it all goes to a senior manager for a decision.

So, you own the boat outright?

Yes.

And the toilets? They're chemical?

That's my job, once a week.

Sometimes twice if, er...

W-Well, hardly ever.

I mean, once a week is fine, to, uh, you know...

Yeah. And the heating?

Oh, there's a wood burner.

Um, that does the heating and the hot water,

and there's a few blowers if it gets a bit too nippy.

The wood burner -- do you know when that was last serviced?

Last year, just before we moved in,

I gave it a once-over and a good old scrub.

Serviced professionally.

Oh. No.

Okay, it might be a good idea.

Make sure the ventilation is working properly.

Might also be a good idea to fit a carbon monoxide alarm.

Yes, we'll do that straightaway. Won't we?

Oh, yes, quicker than you can say "rat up a drainpipe."

Not that we've got any rats -- or drainpipes, for that matter.

Just a duck.

A duck?

-Selwyn. -Er, he's not our duck as such.

He just visits. He lives...around.

We're not trying to catch you out.

You have a lovely home.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

And can I just confirm, you're not married,

but in a long-term relationship?

Yes. Does it matter, though, that we're not married?

Absolutely not.

In fact, we have single foster parents.

But we do need to be certain that a child is being placed

in a stable and loving environment.

Oh, well, it's definitely that.

I'm sure.

And, um, the boat's not a problem?

I can't see why it would be.

Although, it might limit the age of children

we ask you to take in.

Toddlers might be a problem, for example,

and you don't have a garden as such.

No, but we live out in the open.

There's so much space.

There is, and that's great.

It's just harder to leave smaller children

to play safely on their own when you don't have a secure garden.

We've got the house.

House?

Anne: You said what?

Um, that we sometimes live in the house,

with all its walls

and central heating and proper toilets

and a garden that children could play in

and that the boat was more recreational.

So, when you're living in my house, where am I, exactly?

Ah.

Ah?

Um...

Are there any words you could use to answer the question?

We sort of said that we take it in turns,

that if we're in the house, you...

I what?

Stay on the boat.

Oh, Mum, please don't be angry.

It's just, if we said you were in the house, too,

we'd have to go back to the start,

get you checked, re-answer all the questions

about how Humphrey and I live together,

and we'll only be in the house if we're fostering,

so it could just be days.

Or weeks.

Could be like a holiday.

Holiday?

And we'll have to swap quite soon

so that Hannah can come and see us in situ.

How soon is soon?

Thought I'd start packing at the weekend.

I'm going home to shower, while I still have one.

Then I will start layering on an inordinate amount of makeup,

which will hopefully mask the horror and disbelief

of being evicted from my own home by my only child.

Good idea.

We'll talk about it later?

Yes, we will.

She didn't look very happy.

What did you do?

Stole her house.

Ah. That'll do it.

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I've got the fingerprints report back.

Headlines?

Maisie Morgan's prints were on the bow of the ship

where the scarf and shoes were found

and also at the port and starboard sides.

The boys -- pretty much everywhere.

-It's all in there. -Ah, thank you.

Nothing on the scarf or shoes.

We've confirmed they belong to her,

but nothing else of note.

Right.

I also spoke to her consultant,

who thought she had a matter of a few months left,

possibly weeks.

Was she still on treatment?

Um, just pain relief.

So... [ Clears throat ]

...one thing he did say was that the last time

he saw her, she was fixated on getting her will changed

and asked if there were any medical reasons

she couldn't do that.

Margo: I heard about this.

When Sam Sr. died, he left Maisie everything in his will,

on the understanding that when she went,

the fishing business went to his boys.

Only Adam, the eldest, is insisting

that it's family tradition that it goes to the eldest son.

-And is it? -Yeah, as it turns out.

As the eldest, Sam Sr. inherited from his father,

the same as four generations before him.

The trouble is, Maisie didn't remember him

ever saying that's what he wanted to happen.

So the step-sons were at odds about this?

Of course they were.

Billy and Young Sam always thought they'd get a share,

because that's what Maisie told them.

Yet, if she'd asked her consultant's advice

about changing it,

then that would suggest she'd sided with the elder brother.

I suppose it does.

To be fair, they're not the first family

to argue over a will.

And I can't see how it changes anything.

No, it doesn't.

But the question is, did she get a chance

to change the will before she took her own life?

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Where are my shoes?

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No. No, I'm still in 100%.

You heard what happened, yeah?

Well, then you know the money's coming.

Just -- just wait for me.

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Humphrey: Okay, let's see.

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♪ Well, I am a sailor stout and bold

♪ Long time I have ploughed the ocean ♪

♪ To fight for my king and country, too ♪

♪ For honour and promotion ♪

♪ I said, "Brother sailors, I will bid you adieu ♪

♪ I will go no more to the seas with you ♪

♪ I will travel the country through and through ♪

♪ And still be a ramblin' sailor" ♪

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-Is everything alright, sir? -Ah, Esther. Yes.

Yes, I-I think I found something in --

in those reports you gave me.

I, um... have done something with them.

Ah, yes, thank you.

Look at this.

The forensic report showing Maisie Morgan's fingerprints

on the handrail at the bow of the boat.

It's like Leonardo DiCaprio in "The Titanic."

Now, it's clear, from the position of the prints taken,

that she was standing like so.

But we already knew that.

Er, yes, we did, yes.

But then, somehow, from this position,

she's supposed to have jumped off.

And if she did,

as the bow is a little higher than anywhere else,

she would have had to climb up to get over.

-So? -So, where are the fingerprints

showing the hand position changing?

Er...there aren't any.

Exactly!

Now, the fact of her standing stationary

at the bow of the boat is indisputable.

But as for her climbing over the bow of the boat

and then jumping off, well, how could she,

without moving her hand to any other part of the rail?

So, then I checked the other fingerprints to try

and make some sense of it.

[ Breathes deeply ]

I need to disembark.

-Sorry. -Thank you, yes, thank you.

Now, as you said,

there were fingerprints found on both sides of the boat.

The prints on the handrail on this side,

the port side, make absolute sense.

I checked with the harbour master,

and the boat was moored port side to the jetty,

facing out to sea, so the position of these prints

are almost certainly where she boarded the boat that morning.

Okay.

Then I checked her other fingerprints,

on the starboard side, the opposite side

to where she boarded the boat.

And the prints there clearly show her there, too.

So, why wouldn't she be?

No reason at all.

Except the fingerprints clearly show her hands facing inwards,

towards the boat.

How can that be?

Maybe that's where she jumped from,

sort of lowered herself down.

Yes, but then why tie your scarf

and leave your shoes with the note at the bow?

But either way, we know she jumped, right?

Do we? Shouldn't we at the very least ask the question?

Could something else have happened on that boat?

And were the scarf and the shoes left

where they were by someone with the sole purpose

of making it look like she jumped from that boat?

And whoever that someone was just happened

to have a suicide note on them at the time?

Okay, then let's concentrate on the note.

Is it genuine? Could it be a forgery?

I'll get samples of her writing to run a match.

Yes. And as they were the only other people on the boat,

let's talk to those sons again.

Right.

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Margo!

You said something earlier, that when she said she wanted

to come out on the boat one last time,

you should have known what she intended to do.

What did you mean by that?

It's obvious, isn't it?

I'd still like to hear your thoughts.

All I meant was,

she must have been planning to do what she did.

To end her own life?

Yeah.

So the note we found, in reality,

well, it could have been written at any time, couldn't it?

-Weeks ago, even. -I suppose.

Can we ask about your relationship with your step-mum?

My relationship?

Well, you and your brothers.

Not much to tell, really. She was our step-mum.

That can mean different things to different people.

She was married to my dad. He loved her.

She looked after him.

We respected her for that.

I don't know what else you want me to say.

And the issues surrounding her will?

She said she was leaving it in four equal parts --

me, Adam, Sam, and Jenny, her daughter.

Adam went ballistic.

He said the business should be passed down to the eldest son,

like it always had been.

What were your thoughts on that?

Well, we just thought Pops was ringing in the changes,

that it was fairer for the four of them

to share it between them.

Yeah, just because it happened that way before

doesn't mean it always has to be that way, does it?

But Adam didn't agree?

Er, no, he went into one. Truth is, he bullied her.

Kept on at her about how she was going against family tradition,

against what Dad wanted.

So she changed her mind.

Well, he just wouldn't leave it alone.

Then, last week, she agreed to go talk to the lawyers

about changing it.

Think he just wore her down.

How did you feel about that?

How do you think?

Look, I don't know if I want to be in the family business,

if I'm honest, but Billy said he'd buy me out.

I was gonna start my own business,

doing boat trips for the tourists.

And now that can't happen?

-Depends, dunnit? -On what?

Whether she actually changed the will or not,

before she jumped off the boat.

And if she didn't?

Then Adam won't have got his own way, for once.

What about Maisie's daughter, Jenny?

Where does she stand in all this?

Er, no idea. I ain't seen her for years.

Her and Maisie fell out, big-time.

About?

Think you'd better ask her that.

I think she still talks to Uncle Jaime, but no one else.

-Not even her mum? -Especially not her mum.

Not exactly happy families, is it?

Well, one thing is clear.

Maisie Morgan may well have been dying,

but because of her decision to change the will,

all three step-sons had a vested interest in when that happened.

-And the daughter. -Indeed.

Humphrey: It's a little late tonight.

Let's see if we can talk to her tomorrow?

[ Telephone rings ]

[ Groans ]

Shipton Abbott Police Station.

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Motty? How do I look?

-Amazing. -Oh.

Do you know where he's taking you?

He said dinner, then maybe a stroll along the front.

Ooh! Maybe I could pick out a suitable shop doorway,

somewhere to sleep when I'm homeless.

Alright, I'll call Hannah and tell her

there's been a change of plan.

Don't be silly.

I've had time to think about it, and it's...a wonderful idea.

-Really? -Yes.

Loath as I am to admit it,

I find the idea of staying on the boat strangely romantic.

I can just see Richard and I sitting on deck,

sipping champagne, watching the world go by.

You don't think things are going too fast, do you, Mum?

With Richard. I know you like him and that's lovely...

I sense a "but."

It all seems to have happened so quickly.

I mean, how well do you really know him?

You mean he could hardly find me attractive,

or be enamoured enough

to actually develop any feelings for me,

hideous old crone that I am?

-[ Doorbell rings ] -I didn't say that.

Maybe I should change my name to Old Mother Wheaton.

No, I've tried a couple of times already

and no one's called me back.

I'd rather hold, if that's okay.

Do you ever wonder what would have happened

if we'd have stuck it out?

I still think of it as a lucky escape.

That argument when you walked out was over nothing.

[ Chuckles ] Nothing to you.

I had a night out with the boys.

-You lied to me. -That was hardly a lie.

You said you were sleeping on the boat

'cause you were going out at 4:00 the next morning.

-Which was true. -Then someone saw you

in the Attic Rooms.

That dozy mate of yours with the funny arm.

Up on the table, dancing for a group of girls.

I was only dancing. Didn't do nothing with 'em.

-Never said you did. -What then?

I can't abide a liar.

It was only a little white lie

'cause I knew you'd get all mazed about it.

Wasn't the first time you lied to me, was it, Jaime?

Oh, fair enough.

Just trying to stop you getting the hump.

We could have worked through it. Other people do.

-I'm not other people. -Oh, ain't that the truth.

Well, if you hate me so much, why'd you come?

You sounded a bit [sighs] sad on the phone.

I was laying it on a bit, make sure you came.

Yeah, thought so.

How many times have I asked you out for a drink

and a chat in the past 20 years?

-Stopped counting. -You always said no.

I couldn't see the point of it.

We were good together, Margo.

You know we were.

Maybe...

if it had happened differently.

If I hadn't got pregnant...

...if we'd waited, grown up a bit...

...who knows?

Who knows?

Though there was a point when I knew

I should never have married you.

When was that, then?

When I realised how slow you were to get the drinks in.

[ Laughs ]

[ Sighs ]

-Hi, Margo. -Hi, Anne.

Richard: Hello.

Thank you.

Well, I don't know about you, but I'm famished.

I haven't heard that in a while. "Famished."

I think youngsters invent new words

so some of the old ones get nudged out.

Not so much words, more a list of abbreviations.

-LOL. FOMO. -You're very well versed.

Well, Martha has a young girl who helps out at the café.

She's teaching me her language,

though I'm not entirely sure when I'll need t.

You know, I think that's one of my favourite things about you.

-Oh? -You don't act your age.

I'm assuming that's meant as a compliment.

Very much so.

Then let's agree to grow old disgracefully.

-[ Chuckles ] -Hundred.

-Excuse me? -Per cent.

-Oh, touché. -[ Chuckles ]

-So, how was your day? -Boring. Until now.

-What about you? -I did a shift at the café,

making tea for a roomful of fishermen,

been made homeless, then lectured by my daughter.

-A full day, then. -Mm-hmm.

Did you say homeless?

Apparently I'm now house sharing with Martha and Humphrey.

-And the lecture? -Oh, that was about you.

Oh.

She worries you may be a conman,

stringing me along for my vast fortune.

I might. Do you have a vast fortune?

-Sadly not. -Oh.

In that case I'll pay for dinner.

I'll get some menus.

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I've made up some cardboard boxes,

so we can gradually start emptying cupboards.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to see if I can get on and off the boat

-without moving my hands. -Have you lost your mind?

It's perfectly safe, Martha. There's a ridge down here

I can stand on to take my weight.

See? Look. Whoa!

Aah! Humphrey!

My daughters got the ball rolling.

They coerced me into signing up for the dating app.

I agreed on the strict understanding

I would meet with three women, no more,

and if Cupid didn't rear his mischievous little head,

they would leave me to my dotage in peace.

One did nothing but cry and talk about her ex-husband.

The other had so much work done on her face

she looked like a Picasso painting.

[ Chuckling ] Oh, dear.

Then came you.

So you're basically you're saying

I'm the best of a bad bunch.

-Pretty much. -Smooth talking and honest.

Now, that's a very rare combination.

What about you? How was your dating experience?

Not unlike yours, really, except you're only the second.

-And how was the first? -He taught Shakespeare

to sixth-formers and collected stamps.

I was so bored I actually think I nodded off at one point.

I mean, thank heavens for sunglasses.

[ Laughs ]

He messaged me for days afterwards.

I tried to ignore him, or "ghost" him, as Zoe says,

but in the end I had to tell him the truth.

Which was? That my Aunt Judith was terribly ill

and I was moving to Mexico to look after her.

I hope he was suitably understanding.

He left me a message saying,

"Ah, cruel fate, how swiftly joy and sorrow alternate."

I checked his profile at the weekend.

He's dating Cheryl from Aberdeen.

-Good for him. -And for her, I hope.

And as the saying goes, sometimes the journey

teaches you a lot about your destination.

What were you thinking of?

It's the case I'm working on.

You see, everything points to Maisie Morgan

taking her own life,

but something just doesn't feel right.

So you thought you'd try it for yourself to see?

Yes.

Wasn't the brightest thing I've done.

No. Although it could have been worse.

How?

You could have done it during the home visit.

Yes, indeed.

I think that went alright in the end, don't you think?

-After you stole Mum's house. -How did she take that?

Strangely well.

Though I daresay we'll pay for it somewhere down the line.

[ Chuckling ] Yeah.

The marriage thing threw me a bit, though.

I mean, why bring it up if it isn't a thing?

She made it pretty clear that it wasn't an issue.

I know, I'm just worrying about everything.

We're so close. Don't worry. Come here.

-Are you dry? -Yeah, I'm dry.

-Dry-ish. -[ Chuckling ] Humphrey.

It'll be alright.

-[ Grunts ] -You knew, didn't you?

-You and her. -Get off him!

You knew. I spoke to the lawyer.

She didn't change her will, but you knew that, didn't you?

Didn't you? You know how I know?

Because she made an appointment to do it on Thursday,

the day she arranged to take her into town.

She asked you to take her to the lawyer, didn't she?

-What did you do? -[ Panting ]

-[ Laughs ] -Any, er --

Any point in my asking to come back to yours?

-Old time's sake. -[ Both laugh ]

You can ask.

-What would you say? -Er...

Is that who I think it is?

Hello, Uncle Jaime.

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Anne: Oh.

♪♪

I've had a lovely evening. Thank you.

Me, too.

I...could ask you in for coffee.

Yes, you could.

Though I'm not sure I'm quite ready for coffee.

I understand.

Brandy, perhaps?

Here you go.

-Cheers. -Thanks.

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-Is he...? -No.

No, he's not. Very much not.

Any news from the marine unit?

Oh, er, they ran out of light yesterday,

but were going back out this morning.

Oh, Maisie's daughter Jenny turned up last night.

-She's staying at Kitty Jay's. -We should talk to her.

Not sure what she can tell you.

She hasn't spoken to her mum for I don't know how long.

Even so, it feels like Maisie's daughter

is the last piece of the jigsaw.

I just need to stop off somewhere along the way.

Oy!

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Sorry.

Your mum had changed over the years, you know.

She wasn't the same woman.

That supposed to make me feel better?

Not supposed to make you do anything.

Look, I made a promise, and I'm here.

That's what matters, isn't it?

-Yeah. -Jenny?

-Yes. -Sorry,

I'm Detective Inspector Goodman.

-This is DS Williams. -I'll leave you to it.

-Er, Jaime? -That's right.

Yes, I work with Margo.

Oh, good to see you.

You still on for our date?

Mulland Cove, 4:00?

-I'll be there. -Later.

Oh, he used to take me crabbing there when I was little.

Yeah, sitting on a rock with a line and a bag of bacon bits.

-Walk down memory lane? -Yeah, he's soppy like that.

We're sorry for your loss.

Can I ask about your relationship with your mum?

I didn't have one.

Which I assume you already know,

or you wouldn't be asking the question.

Can I ask why that was?

Mum had an affair.

-Left home when I was 15. -So you stayed with your dad?

Not at first, no.

I went to live with her and her new bloke.

Worst time of my life. The boys were horrible.

Oh, they could do no wrong.

Tried to tell her I was miserable,

but she told me I had to just get on with it.

Dad got a cottage up the coast a bit, but...

he was a mess. He was useless on his own.

He loved her, so much.

Yeah, he just couldn't get over it.

Anyway,

me and Mum had a row one night

about something the boys had done.

She took their side, and I ran away.

Went to live with my dad.

And you haven't seen her since?

[ Sighs ]

I tried to make it work, but like I said, Dad was a mess.

He started drinking. [ Sighs ]

I was only 16 by then. I didn't know what to do.

I begged her to come and help me with him,

but she wouldn't.

Said I'd made my bed, I had to lay in it.

And one night he collapsed.

I phoned Mum, but she didn't wanna know.

It was Sam Jr.'s 18th birthday.

She was at his party.

Told me to phone an ambulance.

Dad was dead before he got to the hospital.

-I'm sorry. -Oh, she came to the funeral.

Yeah, she tried to say she was sorry,

you know, she didn't know things were that bad.

We argued, again, and, er...

I told her the next time I'd see her was at her funeral.

Yeah. Haven't seen her or spoken to her from that day to this.

Uncle Jaime says I'm my mother's daughter,

that we're both as stubborn as each other.

Maybe he's right.

Er, were you aware there's some friction in the family

regarding her will?

[ Chuckles ] Couldn't give a toss.

I don't want anything from her.

Uncle Jaime says they're planning

a memorial service for her,

so I'm here, like I promised.

Then it's done.

-Thank you for your time. -Okay. Bye.

-Take care. -Thanks.

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[ Esther sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

Kelby: So if I'd have been a fisherman,

you being married to a fisherman,

we'd still be working together.

That's weird, innit?

[ Exhales sharply ]

Our whole lives changed because you broke up with someone

and my alarm clock didn't go off, but here we are.

What are you saying, Kelby?

That your life keeps changing,

and I'm not sure there's much we can do about it.

Margo: That's very true.

Now, how about you changing your life over at your own desk?

[ Door closes ]

Oh, sir, er, the handwriting samples matched up,

so the note was written by Mrs. Morgan.

Mm-hmm.

And the harbour master's CCTV footage came through.

I, er, e-mailed you the file.

Oh, thanks, Kelby.

How was Jenny? Did you see her?

Oh, it was quite sad, really.

Sounds like she had a rough time.

-You see Jaime? -Just for a minute.

Mm-hmm.

You two getting reacquainted?

-No. -Sure?

'Cause a little birdy told me

you were having a drink with him last night.

Oh, strictly work.

Work?

The Inspector asked me to do background checks

on Maisie's family.

Mm, right.

Mm, right.

Anything?

Er, nothing new. All four got on the boat

and left the morning at the time they said.

Mm-hmm.

[ Scoffs ]

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That is odd.

♪♪

-You got something? -Look.

This is the four-man lifeboat crew returning.

-Okay. -Can you see it?

The lifeboat's four-man crew.

Right.

Then look.

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-There's five of them. -Yes. Yes, there is.

Until they reach Jaime.

-Four again. -Of course!

It's the only thing we didn't consider.

We spent all this time debating

whether she jumped from that boat or was pushed.

What if it was neither?

Remember the fingerprints we found on the starboard side?

Prints that showed her on the outside of the boat looking in.

-Mm. -We also found those prints

on the port side, but that's okay,

because we know she boarded the boat from that side.

But look.

When the boat came back into the harbour...

It was facing the other way.

So the reason Maisie Morgan's fingerprints

were facing the wrong way,

is she was getting off the boat after it came back in?

Precisely.

Maisie Morgan asked her step-sons

to go out on the fishing boat one last time.

Why? Because she intended to take her own life?

Or did she have a different plan entirely?

She waited for the moment,

when she was sure all the boys were below deck.

Then...

Maisie?!

...knowing that when her step-sons saw the scarf

and her shoes alongside a suicide note,

they'd be convinced she'd taken her own life.

So, thinking that she was in the water,

the one thing they didn't do is search the boat.

She hid.

Adam: Billy! Sam!

Humphrey: Yes. And for her plan to work,

she had a spare RNLI uniform in the storage box with her.

When she climbed off the boat, she left her fingerprints,

facing the wrong way, on the starboard side.

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-What's going on then? -She's gone, mate.

-What do you mean, she's gone? -She's gone.

-We came up and she was gone. -How far out were you?

-Four mile out. -Four mile.

So Jaime Martins knew all along?

It's the only way she could have left the quayside unseen.

♪♪

Anyone see you?

I don't think so.

♪♪

Jenny? It's Uncle Jaime. I've got some bad news.

Maisie Morgan remembered the promise her daughter

made her the last time she saw her.

I told her the next time I'd see her was at her funeral.

So Maisie Morgan faked her own death,

so she could see her daughter?

Yes.

Yes, I believe she did.

Then where is she now?

♪♪

-Jaime: You made it, then? -[ Gasps ]

♪♪

It was the only way we could get you here.

I'm dying, sweetheart.

So was Dad.

Where were you then?

I was just trying so hard to build a new life.

-And I was part of the old one? -No.

What then?

Go on.

What do you want from me?

To say goodbye.

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Leave 'em be.

This has been a long time coming.

What difference will 10 minutes make?

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[ Crying ]

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[ Sniffles ]

[ Breathes deeply ]

[ Moonrakers' "Grimsby Fisher Lads" plays ]

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Do we know what happened with the will?

Never got changed. They'll all get an equal share.

Jenny's told them she doesn't want anything.

So they're now squabbling about what to do with that.

Sooner or later they'll realise money isn't everything.

♪ Every trip has its tale ♪

♪ And the Grimsby boys shudder ♪

You do realise we should charge

Margo's ex-husband with wasting police time.

♪ And the swell of the ocean closes down on the deck ♪

Maybe you should run that past Margo first.

♪ And we hope we are blessed ♪

♪♪

-Ooh. -Margo, take a seat.

-Ah. -[ Both chuckle ]

Well, this is nice.

Humphrey: Well, we felt we had to pay our respects,

but, er, the wake is something I'm happy to avoid.

I'm surprised you didn't stay, though, Margo,

for another little drink or two with Jaime.

No chance.

There was me comforting him, and he was lying to me again.

Brought it all back to me.

[ Seth Lakeman's "Lady of the Sea [Hear Her Calling]" plays ]

♪ All those people, they gathered 'round ♪

-Aw, yes. -Me, too.

-Alright? -Yes.

♪ All young maidens, they came to town ♪

So...

how are things with Richard?

We had a lovely time, thank you.

He didn't try to murder me,

and I checked my purse after he left.

I'm sorry.

It's just you spent most of your life worrying about me,

thought I should do the same for you.

I've also spent most of my life supporting you.

♪ I can hear her calling ♪

♪ I can hear her calling ♪

♪ Back to me ♪

♪ And when the news returned to the town ♪

♪ Well, every maid sat on the pier ♪

♪ With lovers lost and fathers never found ♪

♪ For now that mermaid's dressed in tears ♪

♪ Her lonely heart is setting free ♪

♪ As all our prayers ♪

♪ They went sailing out to sea ♪

♪ I can hear her calling ♪

♪ I can hear her calling ♪

-Hey. -Hey.

Don't think Mum's very pleased with me.

Oh?

She doesn't think I'm supportive enough about Richard.

And is she right?

Maybe.

Humphrey: Well, you'd better make up soon.

We are going to need her.

Martha: What for?

Well, there's the whole, um, house/boat swap, of course,

and she'll need to give you away.

What Hannah said about us not being married got me thinking.

Why aren't we?

I mean we both want to, don't we?

We talk about it often enough. So what's stopping us?

Don't know. We just haven't got 'round to it, I guess.

Exactly.

So I've booked this.

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A service for the log burner?

This.

Our wedding.

If that's okay, of course. I mean, if you still want to.

Of course I want to marry you. But when?

Don't worry, I-I-I've given us plenty of time.

Well, a few weeks.

-Weeks? -Yes!

[ Both laugh ]

-I love you. -I love you.

Everyone, we're getting married!

[ Cheers and applause ]

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