All language subtitles for The Bay - 05x02

Okay, Cal.

You just take it easy, we've got you.

Okay, guys. Just down here.

Okay. That's it.

Okay, we need to secure the airway,

and we need to get further
access before we load him.

Boss.

Oh, no, Jenn, we got this.

You didn't need to come out
at this time of night.

It's not like I was getting
any sleep, anyway.

- So, what do you reckon?
- It's obvious, innit?

That he's killed her
and then tried to top himself.

I wouldn't be so sure of that.

- Why'd you say that?
- Nature of the injuries.

Most of them would've
been sustained in the fall,

- but not everything.
- Foul play?

Well, he hardly punched himself
in the face.

Plus, he's got defence wounds
on his hands.

- He put up a fight.
- Wouldn't you?

Some bugger's trying
to chuck you off a cliff?

Is he gonna make it?

I don't know.

Boss?

Alright, Gaz?

Yeah, but there's a limit
to what we can do in this light.

Yeah, secure the site.

Fingertip search
first thing in the morning.

Let's hope the rain holds off.

Oh, bloody hell!

They didn't hang about. Clarkie...

You, with me.

You alright?

The ACC didn't want us to go public

with the search for Cal O'Neill.

I had to talk him round.

And now this.

What if this was on me?

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Kettle's just boiled. Want tea?

You didn't have to wait up for me.

I didn't.

I couldn't sleep.

- Do you want a cup or not?
- Yeah, go on then.

It's very common, insomnia...

people who are grieving.

It's hard to switch off,
even when you're exhausted.

I see it all the time at work.

You're not at work now, Jenn.

I'm not one of your cases.

No, I'm just saying,
I know a thing or two about...

Anyway, I'm not grieving.

I did my grieving a long time ago...

when your Dad got sick.

What?

No, it's just...

I remember when he got his diagnosis,

talking to Sheila from the shop.
Do you remember Sheila?

Dementia, I told her, and she was like,

"Oh, the long goodbye."

And I thought, "You bitch.
What a thing to say."

But she was right.

I've had years of saying goodbye,

years of losing him,
little by little, bit by bit.

It was almost a relief
when he finally went.

Like a weight off.

Bloody hell, Mum.

What?

That's my dad you're talking about.

You didn't seem that bothered
about him when he was alive.

What?

He never saw you. You were never there.

That's not fair.
I was busy, I was working, I...

Yeah, you had other priorities.

Thanks for the tea.

You haven't even touched it!

Does no one in this house sleep?

Sorry?

What are you doing?

School got hit
with an Ofsted inspection.

Head's going off on sick, so...

down to me.

- Shit.
- Yeah.

Are you okay?

It's just Mum.

Look, are you gonna be long?

Only I've gotta be back
at work in a few hours.

I just need to get this done, alright?

And then... then I can...

I'd sleep on the sofa,
only Conor's there, so...

Alright.

It's fine.

- I just need a few hours kip...
- Jenn...

Just... forget about it.

DI Manning?

Yep.

Signs of a struggle.

How many?

These are Cal O'Neill's prints.

His work boots.

I'd say at least one, maybe two others.

These look like trainers.

It looks like they overpowered him.

There's drag marks
all the way to the cliff edge.

They didn't exactly try
and cover their tracks.

No, they're not very forensically aware.

It doesn't look like a professional job.

If it was a professional job,
they would've finished him off.

How is he?

He... He's in Intensive Care.

It's touch and go.

Can't you just refuse?

What, and tell them to sling their hook?

No, this is Ofsted we're talking about.

- They don't take "no" for an answer.
- Morning.

Mum?

Where's that folder?

Have you seen my PE kit?

No. Not my job.

Thanks, Mum. Brilliant. Really helpful.

Can you keep the noise down?

I hardly got any sleep last night!

- Oh piss off, you!
- Mads!

Hey, not in front of your Gran.

Don't mind me.
I've heard far worse in my time.

Here, love! Let me give you a hand.

"Not my job." Honestly.

Er, where's my top? My work top?

- In the wash.
- You what?

- It was minging.
- Right, well I needed it!

Hassan's already been on my back.

Well, maybe you should take a leaf

out of Conor's book then, eh,
think about your future.

- Seriously, can we keep the noise down?
- Piss off!

Mads, I'm gonna have to...
stay late, alright?

So, you're okay to get
yourself home from school?

- Yeah, course I am.
- It's okay, I can pick her up.

No, you'll be working, won't you?

I don't need picking up.

Alright, I'll do it.

Problem solved.

Good thing I'm here, isn't it?

Alright, I'm out of here.

Chris, don't forget about the bins.

Alright! Fucking hell!

Oi!

You're not the only one
who's busy, you know.

Oh... Mum?

Mum?

You said you'd give me
a hand picking up stuff for uni.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry. Can we do it after work?

Won't the shops be closed by then?

- Sorry.
- No, no worries.

It's fine.

Honestly. It's... It's no big deal.

It is a big deal. It's a massive deal.

Right. Yeah, and... and
we'll get it done another time.

- Okay?
- Are you sure?

Yeah, course.

Right, come on. Get to work!

The ACC.

A meeting without coffee.

In other words, a bollocking.

It's a question of optics, Tony.

This is what I was worried about.

You pushed for the search
for Cal O'Neill

to be made public
and he... he turns up...

beaten half to death.

Doesn't look good, does it?

With all due respect, sir,
you did sign off on that.

All due respect, Tony, I know.
That's why I'm here.

Press is already sniffing around,

any excuse to have a pop at us...

Yeah, I know that...

Listen, Tony.

If this comes back
to bite us on the arse,

if, God forbid, he dies, Cal O'Neill...

and it turns out that public appeal

had anything to do with it...

it won't be my head on the block.

Alright?

I've, er, taken up enough of your time.

I know you're very busy.

Tony.

Sir.

Are you okay?

Er, yeah, yeah. I'm good.

I-I, erm...

I sorted that, er, paperwork
for Hannah's, er, therapist.

Oh, great. We'll follow up on that.

I spoke to someone
at the Environment Agency

where Hannah did her...
her work placement.

Me and Clarkie'll
give them a visit later,

and a pacesetter meeting in ten.

Boss.

Susan's taken medical leave,

so I'm gonna be taking the lead on this.

If you've got any questions,
suggestions, or bright ideas,

you know where I am. Yeah?

Yeah. Good luck with that.

Thanks, Chris.

Cal O’Neill remains

in a critical condition in hospital.

He hasn't regained consciousness.

Karen?

Cal grew up in the care system.

We haven't been
able to trace any family,

just drawn a complete blank,
and his workmates don't know

anything about his background.

They say he was a bit of a loner.

Okay, so our priority remains

the investigation
into Hannah Dawson's murder.

But we have to consider the possibility

that the assault
on Cal O'Neill is linked.

So, who attacked Cal and why?

Could it be the same person
or persons who killed Hannah?

But we can't rule out the possibility

that this was a revenge attack.

The public appeal went out at 6:00.

Cal O'Neill's body was found at 9:30.

Could someone have tracked him down

as a result of that public appeal?

- Lou?
- Yeah.

The search team found these
prints in the mud at the scene.

It looks like there were two assailants,

at least one of them wearing trainers.

The team's lifted casts,

and we're gonna compare it
to the database,

see if we can match
the trainers... size, make.

They also recovered a phone,
but it was badly damaged.

Lab's working on it now.

Cal's car's been given
a full forensic lift

to Prescott Recovery.

CSM's overlooking the forensic strategy.

- He'll keep us posted.
- Okay. Thanks, Lou.

Jenn, Karen, I'm gonna need you
to talk to Hannah's family.

Their movements last night
will have to be accounted for.

And given Hannah's dad's history
of threatening behaviour...

well, he's top of the list.

Where was he last night?

Could he have taken the law
into his own hands?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Coming.

What is it?

Can I come in?

I'm a bit busy right now.

It won't take long.

You've got the place looking lovely.

Look, I'm up against the clock here.

My shift starts at 12:00.

Do you mind if I keep going?

No, carry on. Anything I can do to help?

Think I can manage to wash
my own pants and socks, thanks.

Yeah, fair enough.

- I get enough of that at home.
- So, what is it?

Erm...

it hasn't been made public
yet, but I wanted you to know.

Know what?

We found Cal O'Neill.

Oh, yeah?

He's erm, he's in the hospital.

He'd been assaulted.

He's in critical condition.

They don't know if he's gonna make it.

Steve.

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

I don't give a fuck
about Cal O'Neill, alright?

Maybe he got what was coming to him.

- Could you just stop a minute?
- Why?

Because I'm trying to talk to you.

Where were you last night?

Why?

I was at work, alright?

What time?

- You accusing me of something?
- No.

Then can you get out the way?
I've got stuff to do.

Steven Dawson,

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of attempted murder.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention

- when questioned...
- Get off me!

...something which you'll
later rely on in court!

- Get off!
- Anything you do say

may be given in evidence.

- Do you understand?
- Get off!

- Do you understand?
- Yes!

So, whoever did this to Cal,

was it them wh...

- Did they kill our Hannah?
- We don't know.

We haven't been able
to establish a direct link.

Well, I mean, it's hardly
a fucking coincidence, is it?

Dad.

It's Okay.

Obviously, we'll keep you informed,

soon as we know anything,

and if there's any change
in Cal's condition.

And while I'm here,
can I just ask something else?

Can I confirm your whereabouts
last night, all of you?

Just for the record.

Why do you keep asking us?!

I'm sorry, I know it's annoying,
but it is just routine,

and I have to ask
these questions, Julie.

No, it's alright. Erm...

We were here all night.
The house was chocka.

Yeah, half the neighbours
were in, paying their respects.

You were here, too?

We all were!

Well, apart from our Bradley.

And where was he?

He went out.

He was on his late shift.

At the power station.

Jenn, I said to find out
where Steve was last night,

- not to arrest him.
- What was I supposed to do?

Just stand there
while he disposed of evidence?

I made a judgement call.

Okay.

Er, Lou, how are you getting on?

The taxi company confirms
Steve was working last night.

They're gonna get back to me
with details

from the tracker on the cab,

but I've done an ANPR search, and...

well, see for yourself.

Wait. Go back.

That's Bradley.

I told you, I was working.

What was your Bradley doing with you?

I gave him a lift to work.
Power station.

I thought you didn't have much
to do with them, your family.

Things have changed, haven't they?

He called me. I am his dad.

This was taken
just after 6:30 last night,

not long after the appeal
for information on Cal O'Neill

was on the news.

You were driving Bradley round
for at least an hour and a half.

That's not just a lift to work.

Were you looking for someone?

Because this morning, when
I came to tell you about Cal,

you didn't seem very surprised.

You certainly didn't seem upset.

I don't know him, do I?

I've just lost my daughter.

My head's all over the fucking shop.

Steve, I'll ask you again.

When you and Bradley
were out last night,

were you looking for somebody?

I wanted to do something, alright?

We both did.

Instead of just sitting
on our fucking...

But we didn't find him, okay?
It was stupid.

We jacked it in, and I dropped
Bradley off at work.

You can check.

And this morning.
The mud on your trainers?

What?

I went for a run. Try and clear my head.

Jesus Christ, it's...

What is this?

The power station confirms
Bradley clocked on at 8:00.

His dad dropped him off, like he said.

Boss, I talked to forensics.

Steve's trainers are not a match

for the tracks found at the crime scene.

Let him go.

Look, I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice.

Oh, is that right?

I have a job to do.
I'm sure you understand that.

Can I go now?

- Doctor. How's he doing?
- Are you family?

Er, no. Police.

He's got signs of internal bleeding,

kidney trauma, multiple broken bones,

and blunt-force injuries to the head.

What's the prognosis?

It's a waiting game.
We're doing everything we can.

Okay.

Erm, look...

I know you're busy.
Can I just ask one thing?

Now that he's stable, his injuries...

could you give me an idea
of when he sustained them?

Even if it's just a rough estimate?

Cal O'Neill was attacked
the same night as Hannah.

Some time around midnight,

long before the public appeal went out.

I'll let the ACC know.

Er, Jenn, Karen...

talk to Hannah's therapist.
Clarkie, you're with me.

Save our Bay!

Save our Bay!

Stop dumping shit in the Bay!

This shit's not stopping!

Stop polluting the Bay!

Stop polluting the Bay!

There's shit in the Bay, you know?

Actual shit.

I took my granddaughter
out there for a paddle,

had a big turd come floating by.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Talking of big turds...

Phil Bainbridge, Environment Agency.

DI Manning.

You oughta be ashamed of yourself, you!

Can you do something about them?

They're not breaking any laws.

Yeah, but they're doing my head in!

And it's not fair on the staff.

Mr. Bainbridge, we're here
to talk about Hannah Dawson.

- Nothing else.
- Yeah, yeah. Of course.

Do your job properly!

- Dr. Nurbhai?
- Yes, hi. Come in.

We understand
you were treating Hannah Dawson?

Yes, that's right.

We know it's difficult.

There are issues of confidentiality,

but we do have the paperwork.

No, no, it's er...

I want to help.

It's just...

losing a patient like this, it's...

How long had you been treating Hannah?

Erm, since 2018, on and off.

And what exactly
were you treating her for?

Anxiety and depression.

She'd tried to take her own life. Er...

It was her grandfather who found her.

Tommy?

They were very close.

She was back from university.

She'd struggled in her first year.

A lot of students do,

away from home for the first time.

And her grandma died,

her parents split up.

I think everything
just got on top of her

and she couldn't cope.

How well did you know her, Hannah?

Er, not well.

We have a high turnover
of research students.

I didn't have any day-to-day
contact with her.

Please.

When did you last see her?

Er, Thursday.

She worked here
on Wednesdays and Thursdays.

Had you noticed anything
different about her recently?

That last day, she did seem a bit...

- off.
- Off how?

Just preoccupied, distracted.

I remember she left in a hurry.

She left without saying goodbye,
which wasn't like her.

I thought you said
you didn't know her that well.

Well, I didn't.

But she was always very polite.

Very helpful. I liked her.

She was a good looking girl.

That's not what I'm...

I'm a married man.

Where did she sit?
Which computer did she use?

No, no, she always
brought her own laptop.

She didn't use the office computers.

Was Hannah on any medication?

She was prescribed Sertraline by her GP.

You said you were treating her
on and off.

Why was that?

The initial sessions,
after the suicide attempt,

were on the NHS.

They were limited to eight.

But eight isn't enough
in some cases, i-in many cases.

Including Hannah's?

She came back, after a break,
after lockdown.

She came back as a private client.

That can't have been cheap.

For a student.

She... She said
she'd come into some money.

She paid in cash.

Why did she come back?
Had something happened?

Hannah's mental health suffered
again after her mum remarried.

She didn't approve of the relationship.

She didn't approve of him, the new man.

Craig.

Did he do something?

There was no suggestion of anything...

illegal.

So I didn't feel obliged
to contact the police.

But...

Hannah's mental health
was so bound up with her mum,

and her mum's relationships,

after what happened with her dad.

So, with Craig...

I don't know.

There was something wrong there,
something off.

How do you mean?

Hannah, she...

well, she didn't feel safe.

Is it Cal? Is there any news?

Oh, I'm afraid not.
He's still in Intensive Care.

Is... Is Craig in?

Yeah, why?

Just need to have a quick word with him.

Yeah, sure. Come on.

How are you getting on?

I'm just trying to put one foot in
front of the other, to be honest.

Craig, love?

Will you come down? It's the police.

- Hiya, Craig.
- Alright?

We're just going back
through everything,

dotting the I's, crossing the T's.

- It won't take long.
- Alright.

How you bearing up?

Yeah, I'm... I'm alright, thanks.

Were you close? You and Hannah?

Yeah, they were really close.

If I could just hear from Craig,
please, Julie.

Just to get his version of events.

"Version of events"?

Sorry, just his side of the story.

Excuse me?

Okay. Full disclosure,
cards on the table.

My partner has a daughter
from a previous relationship,

and when we first got together...

well, it was difficult.

I mean, we're best buds now,
thick as thieves,

but it wasn't always easy.

To be honest,
it was a nightmare at first.

She hated my guts.

What about you and Hannah?

Yeah, we got on well. We got on good.

I mean, we weren't close close,
but, you know,

when you live under
the same roof as someone...

And how long was that for?

Er, a few months.

Hannah moved out. She went back to uni.

Mm. And the night Hannah went missing,

you said you were here, you were home?

That's right.

All night?

Yeah, yeah, we ordered a takeaway

when I got back from work.

- What did you get?
- Indian. From the Sultan.

Lovely. And did you pick it up or...?

No, er, we had...
it was a Deliveroo thing.

Look, what is all this?
I mean, do you...

do you want to know what we had?

Because it was chicken korma,
prawn balti,

pilau rice, chips, and some poppadoms.

Did you get all that?

I know it sounds daft,

but we have to ask these questions.

My boss is a stickler for detail.

What, exactly, are you getting at here?

I'm not getting at anything,
Julie. I'm just...

We're just in here, love.

- What's going on?
- I'm just talking to Craig.

- Craig?
- It's alright, mate.

Erin.

Kid's been sick in aisle two.

Get the mop and bucket.

Go on then, let's see it!

Oh, my God, look at you!

- Shut up!
- No! It's cute.

Oh, I want to keep this one.

It's something to remember you by.

Oh, wait! Here, erm, just hold this.

I'm just gonna do one on my own
for my student card.

- Yeah. Yeah, Okay.
- Give me a second!

- Hi, Jenn?
- Lou.

Yeah. Now, I followed up
on Hannah's medication,

talked to the GP and the pharmacist.

The thing is,

she hasn't been picking them up.

Not for the last few months.

Hi.

Sorry, if you've got any more questions,

can you make it quick?

Got a cousin coming round any minute,

I haven't seen him in years.

My house is a mess.

I haven't had a chance
to do anything since...

- Do you mind?
- No, no, of course. Sorry.

Do you know why
Hannah stopped taking her meds?

What meds?

Her doctor prescribed Sertraline,

but she stopped picking it up.

No.

No...

she didn't tell me that.

She didn't talk to me about...

And you know, it's funny.

Actually, it's not funny.
It's fucking awful.

I was on that.

Sertraline.

I had terrible side effects.

The doctor shifted me
over to Citalopram.

She never stood a chance,
our Hannah, did she?

No... Don't beat yourself up, Julie.

It is not your fault.

Had Hannah's behaviour changed recently?

Was she more erratic, say?

Erratic?

Yeah, had she got in
with any new people?

What do you mean, "new people"?

I'm just trying to understand
why she stopped taking her meds

and how that might have...

Do you think this was her fault?

No! No, of course not.

Do you think she
brought this on herself?

No, no, no, no!
I'm just trying to understand...

What's there to understand?

Somebody's killed her.

Somebody murdered her.

My little girl.

Poppy, do you wanna go into town?

- I can't, my mum's...
- Oh, come on.

We could go down the arcade.

Sorry, honestly, I can't.

Come on, the one time Chris
isn't driving me home,

the one time I have a bit of freedom...

Maddie!

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hiya!

I told you, I don't need walking home.

Give over!

I'm here for you,
even if nobody else is.

I don't need anyone to be here for me.

Chance of a bit of quality time
with Grandma!

Come on.

Mr. Campbell?

- Tommy, please.
- Tommy.

I thought you'd retired.

Yeah, er, I just help Craig out
from time to time,

Keep my hand in.

- Can I have a word?
- Yeah.

These flowers are beautiful.

Oh, nothing to do with me.

It was Frances
who had the green fingers.

My wife, my late wife.

I've tried to keep it the way
she liked it, but...

Hannah used to help.

She loves anything to do with nature.

Loved anything to do with nature.

She got that from her nan.

- Sorry.
- No.

How long since Frances?

Eight years in August.

We were supposed to be on holiday.

Lanzarote.

We had it booked and everything.

Then she took a turn.

They brought her in, did tests.

Three weeks later, she was gone.

- I'm sorry.
- I know.

Er, I mean, thank you.

What can you do?

You spend your life with
somebody, and then, suddenly...

Knocks you sideways.

Even though we knew.

I mean... I mean,
they told us what to expect.

But how do you prepare yourself
for something like that?

That'll be £10.59, please.

Thank you.

Oh, dear.

Oh dear, oh dear. Erm...

I'll just put this back, then.

No, it's Okay. It's fine. Go on.

- No, no, it's just...
- Honestly, it's fine.

Go on.

Thank you, love.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah, good.

I wanted to talk to you about Hannah.

Only, her therapist said
that it was you who found her

when she tried to take her own life.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

It was here.

She was back from university
for the summer holidays.

She'd taken her gran's pills.

It was my fault, I...

I should've got rid of them, but...

when Frances went,

I couldn't bring myself
to get rid of anything.

I wanted to keep everything as it was,

everything that reminded me of her.

There were all these pills in
the medicine cabinet upstairs.

Hannah helped herself.

She nearly emptied it.

By the time I got home, she was...

Well...

it was touch and go.

You saved her life.

Yeah.

And what good did that do?

She's gone now, anyway.

Christ.

- Sorry.
- It's okay.

Why do you think she did that?

She had a hard time
after her mum and dad split up.

She had a lot on her shoulders,
'cause Julie... well...

Julie couldn't cope,
so Hannah had to step up.

She used to get our Bradley
out to school,

not that he wanted to go.

He always hated school.

She'd make him his packed lunch.

I tried to help,
but I'm no good at that stuff.

And then, losing her nan...

going off to university, the big smoke.

Yeah, her therapist said
she'd struggled in her first year.

My boy's headed to uni soon.
I'm dreading the thought of it.

Hannah was the first one in our
family to go to university.

Part of you's so proud.

The rest of the you's worried sick.

It all just got too much for her.

But she got better. It didn't beat her.

She turned her life around.

But she was still
in therapy. She went back.

Yeah.

Why do you think that was?

They only gave her a few sessions.

But it's not a quick fix,
something like that.

After a while, she needed more help.

Did you talk to her about it?

A bit, but... I mean...

that wasn't really my area.

We looked into those sessions.

£70 an hour, that's a lot for a student.

I helped her out.

She didn't want me to, but I insisted.

It's not like Julie
could do it on a cleaner's wage.

and like I say,

I help Craig out, cash in hand,

and on top of the pension,
I could just about...

I know I'm meant to declare it,

- to the tax man...
- No.

We're just looking into
what happened to Hannah.

I would've done anything for our Hannah.

'Cause when her own mum were little,

I was never there,

I was always working.

So, when Hannah came along,

I made more of an effort.

If we could swap, me and her,

if I could take her place,

and she could be here...

I'd do it in a heartbeat.

Did Hannah ever talk to you about Craig?

About Craig? No. How'd you mean?

Well, it can't have been easy,
a new man in her mum's life.

Oh, no, no, no.

He's a good lad, is Craig.

Better than that Steve, anyway.

They were well shot of him.

Hey, you.

What are you, er...

You forgot these, you wally.

Oh, God, yeah.

Yeah, I haven't been called
a wally since 1978.

I find that very hard to believe.

I was gonna drop them
off at the desk, but, well...

just wanted to see you.

You okay?

I'm good, yeah.

You don't look good.

Oh, thanks, love. No, I'm... I'm fine.

Just busy.

- Oh, Jenn. Kaz.
- Hi.

Er, we spoke to Hannah's therapist.

Oh, good. Yes, I'll...

- See ya.
- Okay.

I can see you're really busy,

so I will love you and leave you.

I'll try not to wake you when I get in,

but I'll warn you,
I may very well be wankered.

Wh...

I told you.

Sharon's drinks thing?

Oh, God, yeah.

Yeah, erm... have a good one.

I will.

Hannah's therapist
said she didn't trust him...

Craig. She didn't feel safe.

Yeah, I tried to talk to him about it,

but Julie got upset.

I'm not surprised.

And I asked Tommy, the grandad,

and I don't know, he got shifty.

- Shifty, how?
- He changed the subject.

He was happy
to talk about anything else,

but when I asked him
about Craig, he clammed up.

But Craig Ashworth's got an alibi

for the night of the murder...
he was at home all night.

- We've only got his word for that.
- And Julie's.

Yeah, but she's
not gonna stand by her man

if she thinks he's killed
her daughter, is she?

No offence, Clarkie...
you haven't even met the family.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

- I'm just saying.
- Well, don't.

Look, Jenn, what's your point?

We don't know what's going on
in that relationship.

Julie's got mental health issues
of her own.

She's on antidepressants.

Okay, Lou, double-check Craig Ashworth's

whereabouts that night, just in case.

Boss.

Oh, I love Newcastle, me.

I mean, there's all
these gigs and club nights.

- Cheers, thank you.
- It's not like round here.

- Hm.
- What?

Can you stop banging on about
university for five minutes?

- I'm not.
- Yes, you are, Conor.

It's all I bloody hear from you.

It's university, university,
uni-fucking-versity!

Yeah, and it's you
that decided not to go.

I didn't decide, Conor.
I can't afford it.

So, get a loan.
Look, it's the same as me.

You know what, forget it, I...

shouldn't have said anything.

I'll, erm... see you tomorrow, yeah?

Dad?

You alright, son?

Can I crash at yours for a bit?

Yeah, course you can.

I mean, not much room, but...

What is it?

Police were at Mum's.

Yeah, well, they're
all over us, aren't they?

They had me in earlier,
asking questions.

Yeah, but they were talking to Craig.

Hey, I'm sorry.
It's gonna be a late one again.

No, it's alright, love.
I'm still at work myself.

I mean, God knows
what time I'll be home.

It's this bloody Ofsted thing.

Did Mum pick up Maddie okay?
Did you check they have keys?

Shit. No. No, I-I don't...

it's been... it's been
full on here so...

It's okay. I'll text her.

Look, Jenn, she'll be fine.

She said so herself, she don't...

she doesn't need picking up.

Alright, well,
you're obviously very busy.

I'll leave you to it.

Yeah, well, I did say
I'd be working late.

Hey!

What did the police want with you?

What?

What did the police want with you?

What's it got to do with you, Steve?

She's my daughter, that's what!

- Do you know what? Fuck this.
- If you touched her...

- You what?
- I'm warning you.

If you laid one hand on her...

Fuck off.

If you touched one hair on her... Hey!

I'm talking to you!

Dad! Dad!

Have you had enough?

- Fucking say it, then!
- I've had enough!

- You've had enough?
- Yeah.

Yeah, you've had enough.

Craig!

Steve, I've told you before!

You fucking stay away from this house!

It's my house!

- Don't you dare.
- More mine than his, anyway.

Just fuck off, will ya?!

Great minds.

Oh, I know I shouldn't.

I know I should have
a bit of fruit or something,

but the thing about fruit is,
you can always get a dodgy one.

I have never had a dodgy Crunchie.

You know where you are with a Crunchie.

Hey, don't work too late, Jenn.

Ha, you can talk.

No, I'm headed home soon.

I'm just gonna finish the FLO report.

Why don't you leave that,
do it in the morning?

Boss?

Craig Ashworth's alibi for Sunday night,

the night of Hannah's murder?

He was supposed to have been
at home all evening,

but I ran an ANPR check and...

Where's this?

Heading south out of Lancaster.

On the way to Glasson Dock?