Dad.
- Quick! Run, run! - Keep going!
- Kenny. - Ma'am.
- How many? - Er... only the one.
- Well, only one so far. - Right.
Head count a priority, mate, fast as we can.
This is DCI Stanhope. Ma'am, this is DS...
- I know who you are. - Great to meet you.
- How did you find Galway? - Oh, you know, green.
- So, who's in charge here? - Bloke in the white helmet.
No, I meant of the caravan park.
- Oh, we're tracking down the owner. - Right.
Well, fast as you can, then, mate. Top priority: blues.
I've already been shouted at by Forensics.
Soon as you can.
Ah, I was gonna introduce you.
- How was, er...? - Oh, you know.
Do we know the ID of the deceased?
Not yet. We're matching it to the guest list.
So... a holidaymaker?
Well, not for sure. It's about 20-80 residents to guests.
Right, good. Well done.
So all in hand, then?
Yeah, we're on fire, aren't we?
So to speak.
Er, the message she left was a bit muffled, so it's... Adrian what?
No, Aiden.
Right.
Aiden.
- I'm guessing this one's the body. - Yep. She had no chance.
- She? - Oh, they can tell, from what I gather.
And there was no-one in either of these?
No, he's on an early delivery, luckily. We've gone to pick him up.
- So, was there an explosion? - Yeah.
Water's heated by an LPG tank. Boom!
- They know what triggered that? - We do.
This one.
If you'd like to step through to the kitchen diner, madam.
Might not want to inhale.
Cannabis.
No wonder you're all so relaxed.
Have Fire confirmed this as the source? Given me a 'highly likely'.
They think a spark was carried from here to the others.
How much is this? Personal supply plus some for your mates?
Yeah, this level of wattage on the system says amateurs.
I mean, what moron would leave 500 watts by an LPG tank?
The kind of moron that wants to cause an explosion.
Just go for the tank direct, wouldn't you?
- Why would you wait for a burn-out? - Give you a chance to get out.
You're thinking deliberate?
No, I'm thinking... I don't know.
Bar a crack of lightning, could have been anything set it off.
Marcus.
I wouldn't just yet.
I know female. That's about it.
I got female.
- Age? - Over 20, best guess.
So, died before or during the fire?
Well, the body was found in bed. There's no sign she tried to escape.
There's no apparent blood stains, no obvious trauma wounds.
Unless they're on the other side, it looks like during the fire she was...
Can you get to the underside now?
- No, that's not possible. - Got you.
Leave you to it, then.
Right, treat as a major incident, suspicious until we find otherwise.
No more bodies on site, they reckon.
Canisters in every one.
Could have wiped out the whole place.
- Close shave. - Not for someone, it wasn't.
Not for someone.
Any intelligence on drug dealing?
Not on the radar as yet, but just been on the phone to Community.
CSOs were up here last night to support noise abatement.
Stag party gone wild.
- Did we bag this lot up? - I'll find out.
Do you want it processed for DNA?
- Yeah. Why not? - Oh, my. What on earth...?
- Who's that? Is that the owner? - Er, no.
Owner's en route from Netherfield.
That fella's just back from his shift to find himself homeless. He lived next door.
This tree was a memorial for my wife.
'Ey, I'm sorry, love.
This was our place. Look at it.
20 years up in smoke.
Ah, well, at least you're in one piece.
They kept me awake so I went into work early. I never do that.
What's this? The stag party?
I'd shouted at them, but...
If they hadn't...
- Is it their bonfire? Is that what it was? - We don't know, love.
- Do you know who they were? - Er...
I'd know 'em by sight if I saw a picture.
Yeah. Did you know the deceased?
- You what? - 'Ey, I'm sorry, love.
Your neighbor?
What? No.
No, no, there are no neighbors this side.
We found a body, a woman.
- Who? - Dunno.
I thought we'd just lost things.
Well, I'm sorry for the things you've lost, sir.
This way, sir, please.
Right, check with his company what time blokey here started his deliveries.
We're gonna need descriptions of the stags.
Is that him owns the park?
Yeah, he's been at Netherfield Hall. Jim Viner. Daughter's Claire.
- Netherfield? Is that that spa place? - Spa and golf, I think.
Right.
- Mr. Viner, DCI Vera Stanhope. - Did a guest die? Is that right?
Er, there has been a fatality, sir, yes.
But those two I don't even let.
They haven't had the upgrade.
- It's not Malcolm, is it? - No, he's been accounted for.
He was on an early shift.
Matching to the guest list, the person we couldn't place is Sally MacCarrol.
Oh, no, Sally's not a guest.
- She lives here. Do you want me to ring her? - Please, love.
- Have you asked Deena? - Who's Deena?
My sister. She'll know. Come on.
Deena!
Are you awake?
Where's her stuff?
Dad, what if she took herself off into a chalet?
She couldn't have. That was all talk.
Still voice-mail, I'm afraid.
Dad, Sally's not picking up either.
All done.
OK, let's not panic. They're probably just both down the Metro.
Is it possible either of them could have gone off somewhere together?
Last-minute sort of thing?
Actually, yeah, that's a good thought. Could be that.
So them being absent isn't really out of character?
No. I mean, they're both single. They both stop out sometimes.
This is them, if it helps.
- Oh. - That one's Deena.
- The one on the left. - Right. So she's what?
- Late 20s? - 34.
- Can I hang on to this, love? - Yeah.
How long have they been mates?
Er, well, since Sally came, so that's about eight months.
Do either of them work on Sundays?
Well, Sally might. She's a carer. I've the name somewhere.
But Deena doesn't. She...
She helps here sometimes with the changeovers,
but she doesn't have a... you know, a job job.
So she's unemployed?
Now, why do you think she might have moved into a chalet?
Well, she just talked about it.
Yeah, but she wanted a deluxe job, not to slum it up the hill.
Yeah, but it's possible she could have moved into an empty one.
Well, it's possible, yeah, but...
Try her again, Claire.
Have you got a stag party staying at the park?
- We're not on that circuit, thank God. - Only we had reports of one kicking off.
- Unless it were Ryan's lot. - No, they were going into town.
Who's Ryan?
Her fella. His stag was last night.
They're not gonna come here, are they?
He DJs on the side. He can get in anywhere.
- Well, have you spoken to him, love? - I've left messages.
He's probably sleeping it off.
Look, can I not just see this body and get it over and done with?
We'd rather deal with it via DNA, sir.
And I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to ask,
is there anything you can tell us that might help us with ID?
Well, what about her bracelet?
It... it's got a bird on it.
We got it for her 30th. She never takes it off.
Why didn't you ask about the cannabis?
Because I want to see if they tell me.
- Are you new to murder? - No.
Been on firearms, gun crime, drugs.
- Plenty of bodies. - Oh.
This it?
Yeah, that's a bird.
Do you want me to break it to the family?
No, I don't, not without DNA confirmation, not when there's another person missing.
These things may be ten a penny. She might have given it to her mate.
The day she died? That's a bit of a coincidence?
Aye. And so is moving into a chalet that gets burnt down.
Sorry.
They're going to cut out the wall there. That's the only way we can get her out.
Oh.
Hang on. That's the outside of the door.
Someone had locked her in.
First priority, the lass on the right here.
Sally MacCarrol, missing person.
Now, we've got teams scouring the nearby undergrowth,
so fingers crossed we don't find another body.
Now, the other first priority...
is the lass here, possible murder inquiry.
Now, this is Deena Viner,
thought to be the body found in the burnt-out chalet.
Cause of death as yet unknown.
Actually, Marcus just called. Blood's carboxylated indicating smoke inhalation.
So died in the fire.
He won't say until he's in the lungs, but yeah.
Right, so cause of death: smoke inhalation.
Cause of the fire: thought to be a burn-out from a lighting rig in the adjacent chalet,
being used as a cannabis factory.
I say factory, I mean cottage industry.
However, she was locked in.
Why and by whom?
Who had access to the keys?
Does that mean the burn-out was deliberate?
And who was growing the cannabis? And who knew?
- Where are we with the stags? - Groom is Ryan Synnott.
Ryan Synnott? That the daughter's bloke?
Yeah. Dad owns the Seven Sisters pub. Lives there, by Mileside Beach.
- That's not trouble, is it, Ken? - No.
Stag party are staying there, but they got a minibus up country early doors.
Any other background?
Other noise complaints, handled by the council.
And the owner of the caravan park, Jim,
was spoken to by Community about six months back.
Spoken to? What does that mean when it's at home?
It just says, 'Spoken to on Parkinthorpe Cliffs.'
No other info.
It's a site for al-fresco lovemaking.
Oh, trust you. Go there often, do you, Kenny?
Check it out. I'll be right.
Owner and daughter were out of town for the duration, weren't they?
Er, car doesn't budge from Netherfield Hall from Friday lunch until we pick 'em up.
Hotel's got him on the Wi-Fi in his room and the daughter's in the bar until two.
Doesn't matter. It's bound to be an insurance jobby.
Nine out of ten fires are all about money.
Now, you have a point.
Kenny, check the family, the money, the business.
- Hm? - Ma'am.
- What about CCTV? Anything? - Oh, yes.
Cameras in reception.
That's all we've got of her.
Pack of paracetamol, half empty.
This is, what, 12 hours before she died?
Looks happy enough, doesn't she?
Ma'am, the stags are on Hattington Sands.
Right. Come on, Sergeant.
We're going to the beach.
Come out!
- Come out! - Get out!
Come on!
There were about five of them. One of them I've seen about quite a bit.
Look, I don't want to tell tales, but his name's Ryan Synnott.
Goes out with Jim's daughter, I think.
Did you see Deena at all? Or Sally MacCarrol?
No.
No, I wouldn't have called the police if I'd seen Deena with them, cos I'm fond of her.
Is that why they burnt me down?
Huh. Cos I called you lot.
- Well, is Claire all right? - I think they're pretty shocked.
She tried ringing me. I just thought she were fussing.
Was it a regular?
Well, Claire's Aunt Deena is unaccounted for, as is her friend, a Sally MacCarrol.
Yeah, they were with us. We met them at the pub.
Well... So, can you say where you last saw them?
Yeah, it was at the park.
Um... We met them there after the Sisters.
Right. So it was definitely your lot, then, the bonfire.
We must have left it burning.
- I'm so sorry. Is it my fault? - That's what we're trying to find out.
How did you get that?
Brained myself showing off in the pool, ended up in A&E.
Look, if I left it to burn, if it's my fault...
- We're nice lads, not yobs. - How much had you been drinking?
Started downstairs at the Sisters about eight.
Then, after closing, moved on to the caravan park, so a lot.
Why not go to town? Wasn't that the plan?
We bumped into some lasses Ryan knew. It was one of their ideas.
Seemed better than some sweaty club.
Did you go up to the park for any other reason?
No, um...
Deena just kept nagging us so we just gave in.
How much had she been drinking?
To be honest, she can be pretty hyper, so...
It's hard to say. It wasn't anything mental, though.
The guy that got upset, he was just overreacting.
Deena went off somewhere.
Sally went to bed. I went home.
And the rest just took Ben to A&E.
So, you might have been the last person to see Sally or Deena alive.
No, um...
- Sally's not dead. - How do you know that?
Does this... Does this have to come out?
Excuse me.
- Claire, what are you doing? - Riley, move!
Claire. Claire, hey, wait!
- Claire... - Don't.
Uh-oh. She's beaten us to it.
Claire, wait.
Claire, are you all right? Look at me.
Sally's up there.
She's... She's fine.
It's Ryan.
I don't want to talk to him.
- And you are? - I'm Riley.
He's Ryan's brother.
Yeah?
We'll get you a car home, love.
Where are you heading?
Back to the park.
Meanwhile, holidaymakers in the park have suggested
the body of a woman was found
not long after the fire service brought the blaze under control.
Sally MacCarrol?
DCI Vera Stanhope. Can we have a little chat, love?
It's not Deena, is it?
Well, we're still awaiting DNA confirmation on the body.
But I checked in on her.
It said she was on Mileside Beach eight o'clock this morning.
Look it up.
Well, the person we found was dead before that.
I've got this app. I made her put it on in Ibiza in case we got separated.
Oh, look. She's here somewhere.
- She'll have come to find me. - Well, ring it.
Right.
Don't touch.
- Whose room is this? - Er, Ryan's.
And was Deena in here with you at any point?
No, we were in the bar.
How did this get here, then?
Pathology have got a confirm on the DNA. It's her.
Sorry, love.
Who else has access to the chalet keys?
All the staff plus me and Claire and Deena.
And Sally. She mucks in occasionally.
They're in a cabinet.
We'll have to take that away for examination.
- When did you arrive at the hotel? - We left here Friday morning.
It was a two-night thing. We're having the wedding there.
Claire gets a freebie.
A weekend for the bride and the mother of the bride.
My wife's not around, so... so I went.
- Where is your wife? - Died 2003.
I told Claire two nights was too much.
What happened?
Dad.
They've done the DNA.
It's her.
Right.
Are we sure it's not a mix-up? Because why she was up there...
I'm sorry, sir.
It's our belief that your sister has died.
Oh, Dad.
It's OK. I'm all right.
Right, get on to a magistrate. I want that pub thoroughly searched.
See if we can link anything more than the phone to Ryan.
- OK. - Oh, Bethany, have we checked the insurance?
Yeah, it's public liability only. He won't get back a penny.
- What are you doing, love? - I'm sorry. I know you're busy.
- But I need to know something. - Right. What's that?
Was it electrics? The fire?
No. Why do you ask?
Well, Ryan keeps his stuff in there.
My dad don't know but I let him.
What do you mean, exactly? Stuff?
He grows weed.
And if it set something off,
I don't want to cover for him.
Right. Thanks, love.
Motive. What have we got?
Ryan Synnott let it burn out to destroy it. Deena was collateral damage.
- You don't destroy a personal supply. - Maybe he panicked when the PC showed up.
What? To the crack squad at noise abatement? Nah.
I don't buy it. Anyway, why was she locked in?
- I dunno. You tell us. - Deena knew too much.
- About what? - About the pair of 'em, their affair.
- Well, who says she gave a damn? - Deena was her auntie.
That means nothing. Not her mam, is it?
However, one of the stags, Ben,
said she was gobbing off about people cheating on her.
- Now he tells us. Any other nuggets? - She gets shirty about it.
They lock her in to shut her up. Go and do the dirty, forget they've left the lights on.
- Oh, full of theories, aren't you? - Someone's got to be.
- Bethany, you can go and interview Ryan. - Yeah?
And get me the blood results on alcohol levels.
Mark, DNA on the key.
And you can get down to this hospice Sally claims to have worked at.
- Can I not come and interview her? - No, you cannot.
We need some background on the woman. Somebody's got to do it.
- Anything specific? - If we knew that, we wouldn't have to look.
- She doesn't like them cheeky. - I'll bear that in mind.
Oh, don't worry. First three years are the hardest.
Oh... Dad.
Just give me a minute.
Had you planned it, the lads coming back?
No. Sort of.
She knew the stags would be at the pub.
She wanted to have a pool party, like we did in Ibiza.
So you hadn't arranged it with the lads beforehand?
No.
She talked 'em into it.
We came back. A bit of skinny-dipping.
Then I lost track of her.
- I thought she'd crashed out. - Did you know she'd moved into a chalet?
Yeah.
- I think she wanted her own space. - Why's that?
Just to have it, I think.
I mean, Jim's a nice bloke, but...
...he hovered.
That's the word she used.
I don't think it was a big issue, though.
Hm.
So, you went skinny-dipping, she disappeared and then what?
You went back to the pub with Ryan. Is that right?
It was a one-off.
We haven't been seeing each other or anything.
Did Deena know what you were up to?
- Yeah. - What did she think about that?
She turned a blind eye.
She was hacked off with Jim and Claire for not taking her to the hotel.
How much had she been drinking?
She wasn't a big drinker.
I've got witnesses saying she was all over the shop.
- I don't think it was the booze. - Cannabis?
No, no. God, no.
She was feeling rough so I gave her some of my migraine tablets.
They're quite strong. That and a Night Nurse.
She was dead set on going out.
I think...
Maybe it reacted with something.
Did you know she'd already dosed herself up on paracetamol?
No.
No, I didn't.
Is that why she didn't wake up?
Who said she didn't wake up, love?
Good morning.
We spoke earlier. I'm here to see the warden.
DS Healy?
I understand Sally MacCarrol was an employee of yours.
Yes, that's right. For a while, yes.
- How long was she here for? - Well, now...
sadly we had to let her go about eight months ago.
She said she was NVQ qualified and she wasn't.
Right. So she was sacked?
No, um...
One of the patients she was caring for left her some money.
It wasn't a huge amount but...
the family seemed to think that something untoward had gone on.
It soured the atmosphere.
- So, what happened to the money? - I asked her to return it.
She refused. We parted company.
- Thank you. Thank you for your time. - OK.
There's no significant alcohol intake.
Right. So what was making her act up? Was it the medication?
Mm, it's not really psychotropic.
It's there, but at a low level.
- What about other recreational? - No, no trace.
Ah, come on, Marcus.
You're one of the few I can rely on to come up with the goods.
Oh, I've gone up the league, then.
Well, how's Joe getting on?
Oh, he doesn't want me checking up on him.
He's got Celine to do that.
Nah, he's moved on.
So, can I at least have confirmation, cause of death?
All right.
I knew the tanks were risky. I'm sorry. I thought I'd been careful.
Why was this in your room?
She just left it at the bar. I was just gonna pass it on.
But the app puts her phone on the beach at 8am.
I wouldn't know anything about that. I was surfing at the time.
Oh, so it just returned itself to your room, put itself back in the drawer?
I mean, I know they're clever, but teleportation?
Well, then, I'd have to say, 'No comment.'
I'll be with you in a jiffy, pet.
He's sorry. He said he was careful cos he knew it was risky.
Oh, so that's all right, then.
- Has he fessed up? - No, he's just given it 'no comment'.
Is he protecting someone?
Well, ask him about him and Sally. Maybe it runs deeper than a one-off.
Ma'am, there's a partial match for Sally on the key,
but also for other people who had access plus persons unknown, so...
So you're telling me nothing? Brilliant.
Ma'am, DS Healy on line one.
Who? Oh, what does he want?
Yes.
She's done a regular cash payment to both an S MacCarrol and an R Synnott.
Kenny, you were right. Fire, always money.
Plus, she wrote to the manager here a while back
saying to give Sally access to her bank account in the event of her death.
So was I right to send you down there or what?
Get it all back here.
You're welcome.
Was it for weed?
- No, I don't sell it. - So, why was she giving you money?
- We've seen her bank statements. - I didn't know that she was.
I don't find that plausible, Ryan.
- Are you protecting someone? - No.
- Are you protecting Sally? - No.
Why was she giving you money?
She was helping me out.
Only, in this letter she wrote to the bank
she asked for it to continue in the event of her death.
There was nothing in that. No, that was just her being daft.
Well, that's a big gesture. Only known her eight months.
That's just what she was like.
So, what was on her mind, do you think, when she wrote this?
In my last job...
a patient had left me some money and...
she knew it had helped me out so she was just copying that.
Oh.
Did she know you got the sack?
No.
- I felt ashamed. - Plus you were unqualified, of course.
Now, here's a thing.
Someone had locked Deena into her chalet.
What?
Mm. Yeah.
- No! - Yes.
- Who? - Well, you tell me, love.
Well, it wasn't me. Why would I do that?
Well, one reason might be so you could cop off with Ryan undisturbed.
- I wouldn't do that. - Or another reason might be
you locked her in to keep her safe,
stop her legging it to the pool while you were copping off.
- I still wouldn't do that. - Wouldn't you, love?
She was my mate.
The money Deena gets once a month, not from work, a trust fund?
A trust fund?
- Not millionaires, are they? - What, a lottery win?
DS Healy?
I knew you'd find something.
- Well done. - You got enough to charge either of them?
Well, that depends what Mark has for us from Forensics.
Well, they can't pretend it was an accident. That's one thing.
Traces of accelerant, probably petrol, found in front of the chalets.
OK, I'll get samples from all suspect vehicles.
- Right, and their clothes from the night. - Ma'am.
No, hang on, hang on.
Accelerant?
That means it wasn't a slow burn, as we thought.
I mean, the fire could only have been started
20 minutes before the fire brigade were called.
- So after six. - Right.
So who can we place at the park around six, hm?
- Apart from 500 holidaymakers. - Couldn't say for definite.
I mean, the time line from the stags has inconsistencies.
Have we got any witness at all who wasn't off their face?
Was there a designated driver?
Hello, love.
The boss is out. He's back at five.
Are you the driver of the stag do from Seven Sisters?
- Yeah. - Overnight booking, that correct?
So, where did you go after leaving the caravan park
and dropping them back at the pub?
Um, A&E.
The tall one hit himself on the pool.
- Did they all go? - Yeah, all of them.
No, no, not the one who was getting... You know.
- The one with the girl. - Do you know where they went?
Yeah, I dropped 'em off at the pub.
Did you see them again after that?
Yeah, yeah, in the window.
- The others woke 'em up to get back in. - And what time was that?
Well, I was back here for 6:45, so 6am-ish.
How were they as a group?
Compared to what I've seen? Small fry.
Bit of a spray, invoice for the damage. There's no harm done.
Yeah, it's...
Well, it's my insurance, in case the boss thinks it was my fault.
It's here somewhere.
There you go.
Come on, pool party!
- 10:30. Is that right? - Yeah.
Five minutes later, she was here.
- Go on, get out of my sight. I hate you! - Did you see who she was talking to?
No, I just wanted her to get down.
She starts crying. Normally, the groom's the one in tears.
And did she say what she was upset about?
Break-up with her boyfriend.
- I don't think it was serious. - How did we miss a boyfriend?
How did we miss a boyfriend, hm?
The family never mentioned one.
- Mates didn't mention one. - Driver could be wrong.
Why conceal it from your friends and family? She's a grown woman.
Grown woman? She was bouncing off the top of a limo.
She's 34, still living with her brother.
I mean, that's a bit...
...odd, isn't it?
Even these days.
Then there's that letter she wrote to the bank.
What do you want to do with Sally and Ryan? Release or keep for another 24 hours?
Well, we can't place them at the fire.
So get Kenny to release her and charge him for intent to supply cannabis.
- Have we checked Facebook? - The boffins are on it.
Password on everything thus far has been Effron, so with any luck.
Ask Sally MacCarrol if Deena has a boyfriend under wraps.
And get him to press Marcus for sexual activity.
Hear that? Don't think she meant it that way.
They found two tickets for the cinema on her phone, Friday week.
- Edwards has gone down there. - Right, well, anything to build a picture.
It doesn't give us the why, though, does it? I mean, why kill some girl out on the lash?
Listen, it's not easy getting into the head of a killer.
They don't think the way we do.
- That's the problem. - Actually...
You're gonna hear this, so I should probably tell you.
A couple of years back... I shot a dealer.
- Yeah, I know you did. - Oh, waiting to see if I'd tell you?
- You're getting the hang of it. - He had a gun.
I know, I read the report. Self-defense, proportionate force.
Not that we let the criminals get away with that, mind.
You coming or what?
Deena could have been lying, of course.
Or the limo driver could have got the wrong end of the stick.
Anyway, let's keep pushing with the accelerant, see what that gives us.
What?
The cinema ticket bloke recognized the photo.
Said she comes regular as clockwork, once a week, with her little brother.
With her little brother?
What happened to the boyfriend?
- Are you sure? - That's what he said.
He said they watch all the new releases the day they come out. Big fans.
And did Deena tell him it was her little brother
or was that just the ticket fella's assumption?
What she said. I double-checked.
Er, a list of Deena's text messages, ma'am.
Brace yourself. I believe they're what they call saucy.
Well, I don't know what it is you're reading, Kenny.
'Glad you liked it. There's more if you want it.'
Mind like a sewer.
'Glad you liked it.' What's it? A gift?
12th. Did she buy anything on the 12th?
There's an email showing a receipt from an online store.
Electrical goods, £344.
Well, get onto the store, see what costs £344.
Xbox or iPad.
One-nil to the overgrown schoolboy!
That cash transfer to R Synnott, how do we know that's Ryan?
- We don't. - We don't.
Riley's in there and there's a barman that said he'll be his responsible adult.
- Yeah, well, he'll do. - Yeah, the boffins have played a blinder.
2:30am she changes her Facebook status
on her laptop in the chalet.
'In a relationship with Riley Synnott.'
Ma'am!
Gets deleted off her mobile 0800 the next day.
I just thought, the statement Malcolm Raggert gave me,
where he describes a lad, 17-ish, on site at about 4am.
Right. Get Raggert in to do an ID.
- Ma'am. - Thanks, Ken.
So, do you want to tell us about Deena Viner?
We were just mates, really.
We'd see films and stuff.
It was just a laugh.
Why was she putting money into your bank account?
I was... I was giving her driving lessons.
17? You got a license?
No.
- Why didn't she pay cash? - I'm saving up to go traveling.
Driving lessons? Kept that quiet. It's first we've heard.
Yeah, well, she said not to tell her brother.
- Why? - I don't know.
She said she weren't allowed to drive.
- Why not? - I dunno. I didn't ask.
I just...
I just took the money.
Why did she tell people you were her little brother?
I don't know.
It was, um...
It was just a joke, you know. She's...
Oh, I can't describe it. She's...
She's funny, in a good way.
Tell us about Facebook.
I think she put a little message on there for you.
All of a sudden, puff, it's gone.
I deleted it.
What did you do with the phone?
I put it in Ryan's room to give to Claire.
Have a little look at this.
- Get out! Go on, get out of my sight! - Now, who's she shouting at?
I've asked all the others but none of them seem to know.
She invited me back with her.
Said she wanted to show me she'd got her own place.
I wasn't... I wasn't sure if she meant...
you know, but I had to put her straight.
All right? She's too old.
I was... I was just being nice.
I was... I was just helping her driving.
Do you recognize any of these lads?
Anything there?
- Go back. - OK.
That's the lad there.
- You sure? - Yeah.
- You at the stag do? - No.
No?
Only I've got a witness saying he saw you at the caravan park.
- So were you at the stag do at the bonfire? - Yeah... yeah.
I... Well...
No, I wasn't invited.
Um... I went up later to give her her phone back.
Oh, that's nice of you. What time was that?
About... About six-ish.
Six-ish? That's a bit early for a lad your age, isn't it?
I wanted to apologize.
And did you?
No. No, no.
I looked for her.
I knew she'd moved into this cabin up the hill.
When I knocked, it was just some old bloke.
What, Malcolm Raggert?
I don't know his name. He...
He just shouted at me and said he'd call you lot again.
There's... There's really nothing else to tell you.
He sees she's put it on Facebook. He freaks out.
He goes back to the caravan park. There's a massive confrontation.
Nicks her phone, torches the place.
What, kills her in anger cos of Facebook?
Humiliation, loss of face.
Oh, come on, he's a teenager. This stuff's life or death to 'em.
He'd have had to have gone all the way back to the caravan park,
found some chalet he's never clapped eyes on before, get the accelerant.
Too much planning for heat of the moment.
Well, it works if we can prove he's lying about the time.
Ma'am, Marcus wants you at the lab.
He has to show you something.
Ma'am, do you want to bring in Riley?
Look, I could stretch to heat of the moment if it was a knife or whatever.
But even with the time gap... Nah, leave him be.
Cause of death, please. And don't tell me hit by a bolt of lightning.
Well, I've ruled out that. That's as much as you're getting for now.
- Glad we made the trip. - However...
I found this metal plate in her skull.
The scar tissue covered it, so I missed it first time round.
- Have we got the GP records? - Pfff! What do you think?
I'll chase them.
So, when was that put there? Week ago? Month ago? What?
I'd say decades.
So, at some point, she sustained... a what?
A significant head injury.
That no-one has told us about.
Why?
Well, as bombshells go, I've had worse.
That's not the bombshell.
- There's no smoke in the lungs. - I thought the blood results -
I know, but she was sat before a bonfire, wasn't she?
Look, I said I'd not confirm until I was 100% sure.
What are you telling me?
Dead before the fire?
Dead before the fire.
Now, the fire didn't kill her but that doesn't mean the fire was unrelated.
And until we have cause of death, everything is back in play.
What's the intelligence on this brother? I remember workaholic. Anything else?
Well, he's not making much of a profit by the looks.
Wage bill's gone down to zero since... eight months back.
What? The park's fully booked.
Doesn't matter. He's not covering his overheads.
I might know why. I just got an ear-bashing from Licensing.
They wanted to know if booze was being sold during the fire.
Why do they want to know that?
They took away his alcohol permit eight months back.
- Rubbish! There's a bar there, brand-new. - Doesn't matter.
No longer allowed to sell, apparently.
Well, there's your profit margin.
License was revoked for underage drinking after noise issues.
They're on a final warning for closure.
Hang on. There's a receipt in Deena's file.
300 quid, booze at a cash and carry.
400 quid, swimming pool suppliers.
Let me have a look at that.
So, was he selling booze on the QT?
She's bailing the business out on the card.
Does that put him in the frame?
Not really, especially as he's 30 miles away from the scene.
He's got nothing to gain as there's no insurance.
He's right. Here.
Unless Deena was the insurance. Didn't you say she had a trust fund?
There's a lawyer in town. She's getting us the paperwork.
Still, your own sister. You'd have to be pretty desperate.
Ma'am? Er, sorry, there's an enquiry to Community
about the encounter with Jim on Parkinthorpe Cliffs.
It's a known suicide spot.
Oh, not just for lovers, then, Kenny?
Now, the family didn't disclose Deena's head injury.
Is that significant?
Here, I've found her neurologist.
Private practice paid for by the brother, Jim.
Good.
Let's go and see him, then.
- Deena Viner had a head injury. - Yes, a motorbike smash.
Ripped half of her skull. That's her, isn't it?
When was the smash?
I was an SHO, so it would have been late '90s.
Seen her probably once a year since.
Was she on the bike or hit by one?
That I wouldn't know. But just let me just check.
Would there have been any lasting damage?
There was some impairment, not life-changing,
but I would say definitely left her with delay.
- What, like learning difficulties? - No, not that extreme.
She might strike you as immature, perhaps.
It damaged the part of the brain that controls impulses.
- How do you mean? - Well, she might have gambled
or displayed inappropriate behavior but nothing immediately obvious.
Why, has she got herself into trouble?
Damages to the frontal lobes.
Ah, coma for three weeks.
Fell off the motorbike.
Is there anything else you can tell us that we can cross-reference?
I mean, presumably she was riding pillion?
Picked up by paramedics at a caravan park on the coast.
- Does that help? - Yeah, that sort of thing.
Driver also treated for a broken arm.
Her brother, Jim Viner.
I suppose, if he was her carer, could that give him motive to kill her?
Got too much, couldn't cope with the responsibility.
Well, Sally said he hovered. Does that fit?
It does if he became resentful.
He would have felt guilty at least.
Could that trust fund be compo for the bike accident?
Now, that is a good thought.
Well done that man.
Let's go and ask the family some difficult questions.
No, go on, you enjoy yourselves.
Only a murder scene.
Ah, shut up, they've paid for their holiday. They want their money's worth. I would.
Did you enjoy yours?
That wasn't a holiday. It was a funeral.
Auntie Vera.
I tell you, seeing your name in giant chrysanths is a bit depressing.
I'm sorry. Were you close?
No, not really.
She used to make me go spudding. That was my dad's idea of a holiday.
Oh, right.
Did you get coal for Christmas too?
Yeah, had to dig for that ourselves an' all.
- Get out! - No, Dad! - Hold on, is that them?
- Leave it, Dad. - Clear off, now!
Dad, leave it. Dad!
- No, stop! - You set foot in here again, I'll kill you!
Ooh.
Wedding's off.
What can you tell me about Deena's accident?
I were only four, so I don't know about it.
Did it not get talked about?
- I think everyone just wanted to move on. - How did it affect her?
My mum said a couple of times it changed her, made her an handful.
But they were just pleased she survived the coma.
Look, it's not a secret or anything, so why do you need to know?
We're just trying to build a picture.
She were just...
She were just Deena.
Tell me about the incident, when you lost your booze license.
That were my fault.
I put her on the bar. She got overexcited, couldn't handle it.
- How old were the drinkers? - 17, so not kids, just...
She preferred younger people, not in an odd way.
She just liked their company. Felt more herself, I think.
Get drunk with teenage lads, go skinny-dipping, whatever.
Anyway, one of the mums found out, thought it were inappropriate, complained.
How did your dad feel about it all?
Honestly?
It were all too much for him.
He tried to kill himself.
He thinks I don't know that.
But I do.
It just strikes me as odd you didn't mention it.
I just find people make assumptions, think she's barmy.
You don't think it impacted on the way she behaved?
Not really.
Is that what the medics think?
They only want to see problems, not how far she's come.
Hm.
Apart from the driving, she led a normal life.
She had mates.
She worked. She went on holidays.
She was just a lovely, sweet, kind person.
But wasn't it her behavior lost you your license?
- She'd just get carried away, that's all. - Well, that must have hurt financially.
No bar? Ooh!
It wasn't ideal, I'll give you that.
Did you ever use her cards or ask her to help you financially?
No, never.
I would never do that. Her money was her money.
Only there's a couple of recent transactions on her credit card.
400 quid, pool supplies.
500 pounds cash and carry.
- Hm? What do you think of that? - Right.
20 quid, 20 quid.
30 quid.
50 quid.
Her beer for her mates for her sodding pool party.
Dad, what's going on?
She reckons I've been dipping into Deena's trust fund for this.
Are you barking?
Dad would never touch her money. Never.
- Calm down. - No.
Is this what you lot do? Just pick on the relatives?
He's been asking me all-sorts.
DS Ashworth's just doing his job, love.
Well, it doesn't look like it.
He's bereaved!
My life's been completely blown apart.
And you lot just swan in and stamp all over us.
- That's enough, Claire. - The more you tell us, the easier it'll be.
Well, ask the lawyer. She'll tell you.
He couldn't touch her money, even if he wanted to.
Somehow, Jim gets wind of a party at the caravan park.
Sees Deena's brought yet more trouble.
Thinks it's the end anyway, so decides to cut his losses, do her in.
Kills her rather than himself, you mean?
Yeah, well, his suicide attempt and the business put on a final warning,
that does tally time-wise.
Must have been pretty desperate.
Yeah, well, didn't jump, though, did he?
Maybe he thought of another way.
But how did he get cross country?
His car doesn't budge from the hotel car park.
Have we checked vehicle flow?
Yeah, there's a Megane that stops on the embankment
on the dual carriageway down the hill.
We're doing resolutions on the plate, but...
What about her, the daughter?
Well, again the hotel says that she was on the dance floor till 2am.
Yeah, well, that doesn't mean anything. She could have had an accomplice at the scene.
- Let's get on to dad's phone. - Oh, it's just...
Look, I'm sorry. This is just how it is, love.
Two steps forward, one step back.
Find the bullet. Ballistics match it to the weapon.
- Fingerprint it and you're sorted. - Oh, well.
Who's DS Ashworth?
Joe?
Oh, he's... He's the old you.
'Ey, I'm sorry. Did I...
No, doesn't matter. Where is he now?
Oh, big promotion.
Nice house next to an 'outstanding'. Another girl on the way.
Oh, yeah? I'll stick with you, then.
Let's see what this solicitor has to say.
Oh, known the family a while, then?
I drew up the original agreements when the parents got elderly.
- The money's the money from their house. - Oh, right.
We thought it was compensation.
So, could Deena access the fund herself or did it go straight into her account?
The latter.
What if she wanted more?
She could consult with the trustees but we're a pretty tight-fisted lot.
- Who are the trustees? - Myself and a couple of family friends.
- And is Jim next of kin - - Malcolm and Lesley Raggert?
Is that Malcolm Raggert, who lives at the caravan park?
I believe it is, yes.
He moved there full time after his wife died.
- And when was that? - Eight, nine months ago.
How did she die?
Pneumonia? Septicaemia? One of the two.
One of those horrifying 'go into hospital, six weeks later, you're dead' things.
And are Jim and Malcolm still friends, as far as you know?
As far as I know. They definitely were when we drew this up.
Thanks, love.
Kenny, tell her. We picked up Malcolm Raggert at work the day of the fire.
Yep. Uniform found him there.
The first thing we did after we secured the scene.
Yeah, but did you check what time he got there?
No, we brought him in as a victim of crime.
Now, after I spoke to Raggert, I specifically asked you to double-check.
- Did you do that? - No, I... I went with you to the family.
Fiasco.
Pull up his statement.
Read it back to me.
'Blaring music. I remonstrated with partygoers.
I was awoken by a boy in a red jacket knocking on my door.
Left for work around 4:30.'
And what time did Riley say he was there, hm?
After six.
Find me Raggert.
Right, find him.
Excuse me.
You know I just want to check a little discrepancy on your statement.
You told us you left for an early delivery round at 4:30.
Only we've a witness reckons he saw you at the park nearer six.
- What witness? - That young lad you picked out for us.
The one you said you spoke to.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm so... I'm sorry.
I was confused. Yeah...
Nearer six is probably more likely, yeah.
Just borrowed this from your van.
Oh, look at that.
Hm.
Well, look at that.
It says here you clocked in to the depot at 7:50.
So, would that tally with what you're telling me now?
That you left for work later than what you said in your statement.
Yeah.
Well, like I said, you know, nearer six is probably more likely.
Yeah, well, that's that.
So, why do you think you made a mistake in your statement?
I were thrown.
You know, given the circumstances and everything.
Hm.
Ma'am. Malcolm clear it up for you?
Oh, yes. Lying through his teeth, of course.
He's coming in to go through his statement.
Right. This is, er... Jim's mobile.
He gets five messages on Malcolm's number between midnight and 4am.
None of them answered.
Also, he's not been paying his rent.
Been living here free for the last eight months.
Eight months? It's all hanging round this eight months, isn't it?
Deena goes and loses their license.
Jim goes to the edge.
Mr. Viner?
Sorry. Um... It's just we understand
Mr. Raggert made several calls to you.
I know, about the noise.
My phone was off.
If I'd have picked it up, I'd have come running.
Hm. Why was your phone off?
I needed a break.
- Why do you waive Mr. Raggert's rent? - He was struggling.
He wasn't really able to function.
You know, after his wife died. He had to take a delivery job.
Do you expect anything in return?
- No. No, I don't. - No?
- Are you sure? - What's this in aid of?
You don't think Malcolm did it, do you?
No.
- No, he's not a suspect at the moment. - He told me he was at work. - Why?
Do you think he should be a suspect?
I don't know.
- I couldn't say. - How close are you?
He gets tetchy with me occasionally, but...
we're mates.
What's my finances got to do with anything?
Well, I'm just trying to establish if you felt indebted to him in any way.
I don't.
No? Well, he supported you when your wife died.
- You were a trustee for his sister. - So?
So, did the pair of you hatch a plot to get the park out of trouble?
Hm? You do his dirty work while he was away.
That's ridiculous. Absolutely not.
Help out your oldest mate in his hour of need.
No, no way. Look, I don't even like the fella.
Honest to God, he's the last person I'd help out with anything.
That supposed to make me less suspicious, is it?
Only he told me you were on good terms.
So what's he done to get your back up, hm?
Parties.
Raving lunatics, thugs.
People copping off in the pool, drugs.
You know there were drugs there, don't you? I mean, it ruined everything.
Right, keeping it simple, Malcolm's in a rage about the noise.
Deena's the ringleader.
He can't sleep.
He gets woken up by Riley, loses his rag and boom, torchio.
Let's just see what they say rather than us guess.
- You do it yourself, you know. - Yeah, well, that is entirely different.
Mr. Synnott?
Could we have a word, love?
We've just got a couple more questions about Saturday night at the bonfire.
Where were you when Malcolm came out?
I was just having a chill-out by the fire. I was talking to Sal.
And...
Malcolm just starts freaking out.
- Starts saying he's gonna ring you lot. - Yeah, go on.
Well, Deena comes back from the pool.
We tell her he's threatening to call the cops.
And then she starts kicking off about Ryan cheating on Claire.
It wasn't like that. He's got the wrong end of the stick.
Oh, for crying out loud, Ry! Somebody's died.
Yeah, I know. She wasn't having a go at me.
She was just arsed at Malcolm.
He'd er... been a bit of a killjoy.
That's wishful thinking, mate.
She was banging on about people playing around,
said she wanted to have it out with him.
Thanks.
Right, let's push Raggert on whether or not he talked to Deena.
Er, this is Jade, the PCSO who was on patrol at Parkinthorpe Cliffs.
Oh, Jim Viner, the talking-to.
Just tell the DCI what you told me.
Are you sure it was the same man, love? It was a while back, eight months.
I remember it cos I was on my own.
It's only my second jumper.
Did he say he was going to jump?
He did seem very down.
He told me his wife had just died suddenly.
No, not his wife, his partner.
Did he say her name?
No.
Just that she was the love of his life and he wanted to be with her.
Did he happen to mention how she died, love?
- Er... - Was it pneumonia?
That's it, pneumonia.
That's good. That's very good.
So you were having an affair with Lesley Raggert.
I thought no-one knew.
It's not something I want people to know about.
Big thing to keep to yourself, though, isn't it?
I mean, not letting on, even after she died.
Nearly took you over the edge, didn't it?
It was the keeping up appearances.
I couldn't handle it.
I'd lost...
Well, she was like a second wife, in some ways.
Mm.
And you just kept it between the two of you. Is that right?
We both had other people who needed us.
We thought...
you know, maybe in the future, sometime.
But it turned out there wasn't one.
Do you think Malcolm knew?
- Well, Deena thought he did. - Yeah, but what do you think?
Well, he asked me to read at Lesley's funeral,
thanked me for being such a good friend.
He'd have had to have been off his rocker to do that if he knew.
I think Deena might have told him the night of the fire.
Right.
Do you think that's possible?
I suppose.
I suppose it's all my fault, then, really, isn't it?
- I can't recall anything. - Can't you?
Only we've a witness saying
she kicked off after you called the police, wanted to have it out.
So, did Deena come and talk to you?
- Maybe briefly. - And said what?
- I didn't listen. She was drunk. - Oh, you remember that.
Did she tell you your wife had been cheating on you with your old mate Jim?
She repeated a rumor, yeah.
Oh, a rumor.
It was something people had said before but I don't think it was true.
Yeah, well, even so, how did you feel when she said it?
Upset, obviously.
We were all friends. It's not nice when people cast aspersions.
You told me before you didn't like him.
That was because he let things slide.
That caravan park was our sanctuary.
When Lesley got ill, that was where she wanted to be.
- Anything on Raggert's van? - Just started on it.
- What's that in the corner? - What, that?
Yeah.
Is it petrol?
Yes, it is.
- But it's empty. - I want prints ASAP.
Right, then, Mr. Raggert...
If we find this was used to start the fire...
And we will find out. We can match it.
...it'll be much, and I mean much, better for you if you come clean.
I didn't know Deena had moved down there.
She was there two days. You didn't notice?
Not gonna torch my own stuff, am I?
You might, if you felt deceived, if something precious was ruined.
I wasn't deceived. I didn't want to live next-door to a drug den.
Oh, so is this you admitting to starting the fire?
I didn't say that.
It was by the kids' playground, for God's sake.
Oh, so you were being community-minded? Very nice.
So, why not complain to your old mate Jim?
Well, if he wasn't gonna fix my hot water,
he was hardly gonna deal with drug dealers, was he?
I'm sorry, love. I don't believe you.
You see, I think you were rattled by the rumor
and you started the fire to stop the rumor spreading.
Get back at your old mate and silence Deena for good.
All right!
Maybe I did start the fire.
I didn't know anyone was in there.
Somebody had to act.
I wanted to get rid of the drugs, not kill Deena.
OK.
So how, hm?
- How did you kill her? - Is that a trick question?
No, no. How did she die?
I don't understand.
I told you, I started the fire.
I just... I went mad for a moment.
The noise, the disrespect.
It just sent me over the edge.
Update ASAP.
Look, here.
He's just admitted to killing her, for the sake of the caravan park.
- Fantastic. - Hm.
The only thing is, he's insisting it was the fire that did it.
They can't link him to the key. They've tried.
They Quasared all round the cabinet again but still nothing.
The Megane that stopped for about 30 seconds on the A road,
it was too dark to see if a passenger got out, but we've finally tracked it backwards.
It came from Netherfield Hall, about 4am.
Jimbo.
That's Claire's car.
- Are you all right, love? - No. It's my dad. I can't get hold of him.
Look.
I'm scared he's going to kill himself.
Right, and ANPR. I want him found.
He's tried it before.
Yeah, thanks, Kenny. No, it's all right, love. We'll find him.
Now, just think. Is there anywhere else he might have gone?
- I don't know. - Well, have a little think.
Ma'am, major incident at Abbey Point. Fella's got himself up on the wall.
Dad!
Let me go! Get off!
- Hey, boss! - Come on.
Mr. Viner.
Jim, love, come on down. There's no need for this.
Come on, love. Come on. There's no need for this.
Hey, boss! Vera, get back!
No, Vera!
We can sort this out.
- I'm sorry. - No, come on, love.
No!
Look, we can sort anything out.
My dad used to come up here.
Nick the birds' eggs.
There's protected species nesting here.
Dad, please!
You hear that? That's your daughter.
If you do this, she's going to see everything and...
she doesn't deserve that, love.
Hm?
Lesley wouldn't want that.
- Dad! - Now, come on, love.
Hey, boss. Boss!
Here, help me out here, love, will you?
Give us a hand.
That's it, love.
Now, you come with me, love.
Come on, Jim. That's it.
- That's it, love. - Give us your hand.
Come on. That's it.
Steady.
That's it. Ma'am.
Come on.
And I thought my old lot were macho idiots.
We'll interview him first thing in the morning.
And get him a psych evaluation.
Get someone a psych evaluation.
I heard that.
They've tracked the Megane to an address in Jesmond.
- Kenny's heading there now. - Right, good.
And where's Marcus on cause of death?
He's struggling. Says it might be impossible, state the body's in.
Did the fire department put out the bonfire or was it the stags themselves?
It's Bethany. Wants to know if we're charging Malcolm with murder or manslaughter.
Murder! You don't set fire to a caravan park full of gas canisters and people
and then get surprised when someone gets hurt.
Those LPG heaters weren't sound, were they? Hadn't had the upgrade.
No.
Why?
Hot water.
Malcolm complained about hot water.
Now, Forensics bagged up that rubbish.
- Right? - Yeah.
- All the empties? - It's at the lab.
Ian.
What are we looking for?
This.
Look. 'Netherfield Hotel.'
Can I have the prints on this, love? Front of the queue.
Where's Ryan?
Upstairs.
Ryan, love.
Just want to ask you a couple of questions about your stag do.
Now, how much had you drunk?
- A lot. - Ah. A lot of champagne?
- No. - I think you had champagne.
No, we didn't. We didn't have any bubbly.
- Did the girls have champagne? - No, not that I'm aware of.
Did you see a bottle, though?
It's hard to say. I mean, I was...
That's all right, love.
I don't think you did have champagne.
But you told my DC here that you'd been careful.
But why had you been careful?
Well, I knew the electrics were dicey.
The heaters, the whole thing, it were just... It was a bad idea.
How do you mean, exactly, with the heaters?
They could leak gas. Used to get a headache when I went in there.
Did you share that information with anyone, love?
Yeah.
The blood results.
Carboxyhaemoglobin.
Now, could that be from exposure to a lower
level of carbon monoxide over a longer period,
rather than a quick fix from the bonfire?
Could be, but she'd have known about it.
She would have had headaches and flu-like symptoms...
Ah.
Hence the paracetamol. Has someone fessed up, then?
Oh, not yet, Marcus.
Not yet.
Mr. Raggert.
When Jim didn't return your calls, what did you do?
- Called Claire. - Did you speak to her?
Left a message.
Told her Ryan was on the loose with a lot of half-naked girls.
Fat lot of good that did.
None of them give a damn about my suffering.
Thanks.
Kenny.
The Megane driver was a guest at a wedding in Netherfield.
'She saw Claire trying to drink-drive.'
'Er, yeah, she offered her a lift home and dropped her on the A road.'
Thanks, Ken.
Netherfield Hotel.
Must have brought it back with me.
Only we sent this for forensic examination before you arrived back on the Sunday.
So... how did it get there?
I think you came back earlier that morning because you heard Ryan was there.
- Is that correct? - Yes.
But there was no-one there, so I just tidied up and I left.
- Did you see Deena? Or talk to her? - No.
- She were asleep in her chalet. - Why not tell us that?
Was that because you'd locked her in?
Only we've got your DNA on the key.
I use that key all the time.
- Did you lock her in? - Yes.
- Louder, please. - Yes!
But just because I were worried that she were off her face.
- I thought she would hurt herself. - Oh.
Is it my fault she didn't escape?
Oh, she was dead before the fire started, love.
Carbon monoxide.
- Water heaters. - That's awful.
- Mm. - Poor Deena.
If I'd have known, I'd have...
Oh, please don't tell my dad.
- He'll blame himself. - Well, ultimately, he'll blame you, love,
because we know Ryan warned you of the danger.
I forgot.
You were drunk, your fiancée cavorting behind your back.
Yet again Deena scuppers it all for you.
One weekend away and there's police and drugs, sex in the pool.
You thought it was game over, didn't you?
Well, yeah.
But it's a business.
I care but I wouldn't kill someone over it.
No, I meant game over for your dad.
You thought it would push him over the edge.
You thought it was a close thing last time, didn't you?
When she lost him his license.
Well, that's what you told my sergeant here.
I didn't switch anything on in the cabin.
Did you warn her of the danger?
No.
Did you wake her up while she was sleeping in the chalet?
Did you do anything at all to help her get out, even though you knew?
See, you could have saved her life.
Did you choose to do so?
I didn't.
No.
Was her behavior so bad she deserved to die?
Oh!
It wasn't a punishment.
I did it to help my dad.
Years he'd felt responsible for her.
Years she'd played up.
When I saw how they'd trashed the place, I'd just had enough.
The ingratitude, after all he'd done to put her first.
Mm, always put you second.
No, not just me.
My mum, when she were alive.
Deena's always been a burden.
Anyway...
I don't think she'd have suffered.
- It's painless, isn't it? - Not really.
It causes seizures in the brain. It would have been painful.
I were just scared for my dad.
Anyway, you got it all wrong, love.
Deena's behavior... Oh, your dad could cope with that.
No, that's not why he tried to kill himself eight months ago.
No, he was having a relationship with Lesley Raggert.
Years.
It was her dying that pushed him to the brink.
You killed your Auntie Deena for nothing, pet.
No.
Mm.
Oh, my God.
Come on.
Cornettos are on me.
Here you are, love.
Um, Aiden, you...
And we should notify someone about that lie on her CV.
- I've already emailed them. - Oh? Well done.
Not sure I want her looking after me in my dotage.
I'm not sure she'd want to look after you in your dotage.
Joke.
I'm sorry.
For mucking us about with Malcolm. It won't happen again.
Better not.
Oh, get over yourself.
You're new. It's normal to wade in with your size nines.
- They've all done it. - What, your DSes?
All bar none.
Anyway, you was having a bit of a tough time before you came to us, so...
I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.
Are you going to have to go and explain yourself?
You know, official walk off a cliff?
Oh, I expect there'll be some sort of refresher course.
I'll just send you.