##
Paramedic: 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. -Clarkie: Wouldn't you?
Some bugger's trying to chuck you off a cliff?
-[ Paramedic sighs ] -Is he gonna make it?
I don't know.
Gaz: 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.
Jenn: You alright?
[ Sighs ] 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?
##
[ Samuel Sim's "The Bay" plays ]
# Love #
# Gone #
# Move on #
# Love #
# Gone #
# Love #
# Gone #
# Mo-o-ve on #
Kettle's just boiled. Want tea?
Jenn: 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...
[ Clicks tongue ] 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!
[ Door closes ]
Jenn: 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?
[ Sighs ] 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...
[ Stammers ]
Just...forget about it.
[ Jenn sighs ]
##
Gaz: DI Manning?
Yep.
##
[ Indistinct radio chatter ]
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.
Jenn: 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.
-[ Chris groans ] -Anne: Mum?
Where's that folder?
Maddie: Have you seen my PE kit?
No. Not my job.
Thanks, Mum. Brilliant. Really helpful.
Conor: 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.
Erin: 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.
Anne: Alright, I'll do it.
Problem solved.
[ Sighs ] Good thing I'm here, isn't it?
Alright, I'm out of here.
Chris, don't forget about the bins.
Chris: 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. [ Chuckles ] Get to work!
[ Door closes ]
##
[ Indistinct chatter ]
Karen: The ACC.
A meeting without coffee.
In other words, a bollocking.
Pearson: 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 --
-Pearson: Listen, Tony. -[ Sighs ]
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. [ Chuckles ]
I-I, erm...
I sorted that, er, paperwork for Hannah's, er, therapist.
Oh, great. We'll follow up on that.
Manning: 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.
Jenn: 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. [ Bell rings ]
[ All chattering indistinctly ]
Thanks, Chris.
Manning: 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? -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. -Manning: 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?
[ Dogs barking in distance ]
##
[ Knocks on door ]
Steve: 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.
Steve: 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?
Steve: 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.
Steve: 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.
-[ Steve groans, struggles ] -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... -Steve: Get off me!
...something which you'll later rely on in court!
Steve: Get off!
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
-Do you understand? -Steve: Get off!
-Jenn: Do you understand? -Steve: Yes!
So, whoever did this to Cal,
was it them wh--
-Did they kill our Hannah? -Karen: 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.
-[ Craig sighs ] -Karen: 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. [ Inhales shakily ]
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.
Jenn: 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.
[ Knock on door ]
[ Door opens ]
Boss, I talked to forensics.
Steve's trainers are not a match
for the tracks found at the crime scene.
[ Manning sighs ]
Let him go.
Look, I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice.
Oh, is that right?
Jenn: 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.
Dr. Yong: 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.
Protesters: Save our Bay!
Save our Bay!
Stop dumping shit in the Bay!
This shit's not stopping!
[ Protesters chanting "Save our 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.
Protester: Talking of big turds...
Phil Bainbridge, Environment Agency.
DI Manning.
Protester: 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.
[ Chanting continues ]
Male protester: Do your job properly!
[ Door opens ]
-Dr. Nurbhai? -Yes, hi. Come in.
Karen: We understand you were treating Hannah Dawson?
Dr. Nurbhai: 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...
[ Inhales deeply ]
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?
Bainbridge: Er, not well.
We have a high turnover of research students.
I didn't have any day-to-day contact with her.
Please.
Clarkie: 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.
Karen: 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.
##
Julie: Is it Cal? Is there any news?
Jenn: Oh, I'm afraid not. He's still in Intensive Care.
Is -- Is Craig in?
Julie: Yeah, why?
Just need to have a quick word with him.
Julie: Yeah, sure. Come on.
Jenn: 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.
-Jenn: Hiya, Craig. -Alright?
Jenn: 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?
Jenn: 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.
Jenn: Mm. And the night Hannah went missing,
you said you were here, you were home?
That's right.
Jenn: All night?
Yeah, yeah, we ordered a takeaway
when I got back from work.
-Jenn: What did you get? -Craig: 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 --
[ Door opens ]
Julie: We're just in here, love.
-What's going on? -I'm just talking to Craig.
-Craig? -It's alright, mate.
Hassan: Erin. [ Child crying nearby ]
Kid's been sick in aisle two.
Get the mop and bucket.
[ Sighs ]
Cameron: [ Laughs ] Go on then, let's see it!
[ Laughing ] Oh, my God, look at you!
[ Both laugh ]
-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!
##
[ Mobile rings ]
-Lou: Hi, Jenn? -Jenn: Lou.
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.
Jenn: 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. [ Chuckles, breathes shakily ]
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?
[ Voice breaking ] Somebody's killed her.
Somebody murdered her.
My little girl. [ Sobs ]
Maddie: Poppy, do you wanna go into town?
-Poppy: I can't, my mum's -- -Maddie: 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!
Maddie: 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!
[ Chuckling ] 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.
Jenn: These flowers are beautiful.
Oh, nothing to do with me.
It was Frances who had the green fingers.
[ Chuckles ]
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.
[ Inhales deeply ]
Loved anything to do with nature.
[ Voice breaking ] She got that from her nan.
[ Inhales deeply, clears throat ]
-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.
[ Breathes heavily ]
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.
-Woman: No, no, it's just -- -Honestly, it's fine.
Go on.
Thank you, love.
Everything okay?
Yeah. Yeah, good.
Jenn: 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...
[ Exhales deeply ] Well...
it was touch and go.
You saved her life.
Yeah.
And what good did that do?
[ Sobbing ] She's gone now, anyway.
Christ. [ Clears throat, sniffles ]
-Sorry. -Jenn: It's okay.
Why do you think she did that?
[ Sighs ]
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. [ Chuckles ]
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.
Jenn: 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.
Jenn: 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 -- -Jenn: 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...
[ Voice breaking ] 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. [ Chuckles ]
He's a good lad, is Craig.
Better than that Steve, anyway.
They were well shot of him.
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Manning: 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.
[ Chuckles ]
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.
-Sinead: Oh, Jenn. Kaz. -Hi.
Er, we spoke to Hannah's therapist.
Oh, good. Yes, I'll...
-See ya. -Sinead: 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--
Sinead: I told you.
Sharon's drinks thing?
Oh, God, yeah.
Yeah, erm... have a good one.
-[ Chuckles ] -I will.
[ Clears throat ]
Karen: Hannah's therapist said she didn't trust him --
Craig. She didn't feel safe.
Jenn: Yeah, I tried to talk to him about it,
but Julie got upset.
Clarkie: 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.
Clarkie: 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.
Conor: Oh, I love Newcastle, me.
I mean, there's all these gigs and club nights.
-Cameron: 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!
[ Chuckles ] 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?
[ Radio beeps, static ]
Dad?
You alright, son?
[ Sighs ] 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.
Steve: 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.
Chris: 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 --
Jenn: 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.
[ Laughing ]
Alright, well, you're obviously very busy.
I'll leave you to it.
Yeah, well, I did say I'd be working late.
[ Mobile clicks, clatters ]
[ Sighs ]
##
Steve: 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!
[ Steve groaning, shouting ]
Dad! Dad!
Craig: Have you had enough?
-Fucking say it, then! -Steve: I've had enough!
-You've had enough? -Steve: Yeah.
Craig: 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?!
##
[ Breathing heavily ]
##
[ Beeping, whirring ]
[ Chuckles ] Great minds.
Manning: 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.
[ Manning laughs ]
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?
# Love #
# Gone #
# Move on #
# Love #
# Gone #