01x03 - Warped

[bunniefuu]

[Birds singing]

♪♪

[Brakes squeak]

[Camera shutters clicking]

♪ Laying out the ghost to rest ♪

♪ Freein' up my mind

♪ Take your pain and sorrow

♪ And leave it all behind

♪ From the moment you fall

♪ I control it all

[Electric guitar solo]

♪ I control it all

♪ I control it all

♪ From the moment you fall

♪ I control it all

[Electric guitar solo]

[Music stops]

- Nathan, can you hear me?
- Yeah.

It's the same note as before.

Listen, you've come through
all the hurt.

- Mm-hmm.
- Finally, you're at peace.

- Okay?
- Yep.

We want to hear that joy, Nathan...

breaking free of the shackles, yeah?

I can't do that.

- I need some air.
- Huh?

I'll go.

- What?
- Nathan!

Wait.

- I can't do it.
- Nathan.

I can't do it.

It's taken courage to come back.

No. I-I can feel hands around my throat.

I know the pressure you're under.

No, no. I'm not speaking in metaphors.

Matt is trying to k*ll me.

Your brother's dead, Nathan.

Matty's here, and he wants me dead.

Yeah.

He's on the cusp
of a full-blown meltdown.

He's agreed to give us a cut
of the album profits,

so that can't happen.

I'm gonna see if I can root out
some of the ambient-sound stuff

that we didn't use on the last album.

Have you seen that old field recorder?

You're gonna recycle
Dirty Shamen material?

Bit desperate, isn't it?

Not as desperate as flogging
off your possessions.

There's been interest

in a few bits and bobs
from the collection.

They're going up for auction tomorrow.

- Are we in trouble?
- It's a cash-flow issue.

The album will get made.

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Help yourself.

Oh, hi, Grace.

Nathan's coming off a lot of heavy meds.

He's trying to manage
things through his diet.

You're his nutritionist
as well as his manager now?

Switching out the antipsychotics
for hemp smoothies?

What could possibly go wrong?

- Hi, Dad.
- Grace...

- I want you to leave.
- Mm.

I want you to stop
selling off my property.

Grace.

Grace!

[Footsteps departing]

Sorry. Can I, uh, just have
your signature, please?

No one is signing anything.

What are you doing?

[Scoffs]

You know how much this meant to Mum!

- Grace.
- You're a thief and a liar,

and I don't know how you sleep at night!

Put all of this back inside the studio.

Otherwise, you'll be
dealing with the police.

Let's discuss this calmly.

Now tell me exactly what else
you've sold behind my back!

Grace, I don't need this!

♪♪

[Birds cawing]

[Thunder rumbles]

[Rain falling]

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[Static crackles]

[Electricity buzzes, static crackles]

[Switch clicks, electricity buzzes]

Testing, testing.



This is "Nocturnal Sounds,"

Dirty Shamen, take 1.

There you are.

- [Chuckling] Oh, my God.
- You're pathetic.

Can't leave you on your own
for more than two seconds.

Thought you could do with some company.

- Jesus! Your company?
- Yeah, right. Now piss off.

You're a deadweight.

Who'd love you?

You make me want to puke my guts up!

[Groans]

[Gurgling, gasping]

Stop! I can't breathe!

[Gurgling, water splashing]

No! Mnh!

[Gasping, gurgling]

[Water splashing]

♪♪

What have I just heard?

Aah!

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[Static crackling]

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[Engine revving]

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This era of Indian political upheaval

coincided with events

on the other side of the world...

the w*r of Austrian Succession,

between 1740 and 1748,

and then the Seven Years' w*r,

between 1756 and 1763.

It involved Great Britain,
France, Spain,

and the Netherlands.

[Cellphone rings]
With the European powers

on different sides,

their colonies, companies,

and allies across the globe...

Hey, Shazia.

Morning, Boss. Something's come in.

We're going to
a recording studio in Cornwall.

♪ As I lose my self-control

♪ And I pray you won't say
Amazing, right?

- ♪ Maybe, 'cause to...
- [Speaking indistinctly]

♪ ...down in my soul

♪ I'm in love with yo...

[Music stops]

Not your bag?

The lead singer, Matty,
Nathan's brother,

was found drowned in the river

when they were recording
their last album at Towan

like seven years ago.

Nathan had a breakdown,

so he's been out of the picture
for years.

So the fact he's back here is massive.

I think the fact that a man was
m*rder*d here a few hours ago

is probably a little bit more massive.

Fair.

What I don't get is why we're involved.

Towan's is heritage-listed,

and the victim had an important
memorabilia collection,

some of which is now missing.

So, what are we looking at...

like, professional burglary gone wrong?

My bet?

It's all been shipped
out of the country by now.

♪ I'm in love with you

♪ I'm in love with yo-o-o-u
[Men shouting indistinctly]

♪ I'm in love with you
[Camera shutters clicking]

♪ I'm in love, I'm in love,
I'm in love ♪

[Instrumental break]

♪ I'm in love, I'm in love,
I'm in love ♪

Nathan Frayne in the flesh.

[Breathing heavily]

What are you going to do
to protect this area?

This is not a safe place
for my client to be right now.

- There are paparazzi everywhere.
- Yes.

They're in the field.

- There's a drone out the back.
- [Speaks indistinctly]

If you don't do something
about it, I will.

[Man shouting indistinctly in distance]

- [Speaks indistinctly]
- Go on, mate. Let's go.

Let's get you inside.
[Shouting continues]

Can you go after them
and get their statements?

- Yes, sir.
- [Shouting continues]

D.I. Palmer, Heritage Crime.
This is D.C. Malik.

- Hi.
- Grace Filton.

You're the daughter of the victim?

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Would you mind telling us
what happened last night?

I'm guessing Dad...

heard something,

interrupted a burglar.

Some stuff was taken from the studio.

Could you show us where?

[Shouting continues]

[Camera shutters clicking]

Do you know what's missing?

Seems they took some
of the most valuable pieces.

The auctioneers took
a full inventory yesterday,

so you can check.

If the auctioneers were here yesterday,

why didn't they take stuff with them?

Um... I stopped them.

D.C. Malik, would you take a statement

off Miss Filton, please?

Yeah.

[Police radio chatter]

Cheers.

[Chatter continues]

[Radio beeps]

[Door closes]

♪♪

All right if I take a look?

Yeah. We're nearly done here.

♪♪

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[Camera shutter clicks]

[Inhales deeply]

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Exhales sharply]

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[Breathes deeply]

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If I'd just let the auction go ahead,

none of this would have ever happened.

I called him a liar and a thief.

They were literally
the last words I said to him.

Did you know why your dad was
auctioning off the collection?

He was trying to keep this place afloat.

The fact is recording studios
are pretty much redundant.

What with people recording
in their bedrooms and all that?

Dad fought to get Towan made
into a listed building

because he thought
it'd be this great draw.

- But it's a curse.
- How come?

Because we're saddled with an estate

that costs a fortune
and can't pay for itself.

It's a money pit.

How did you stop your dad
from going ahead with the sale?

It wasn't his collection.

It was Mum's.

She died 10 years ago.

- I'm sorry.
- Mm.

Did you argue with your dad?

I had a go at him,
but he'd never engage with me.

Why is that?

- Because I'm a pain in the a*s.
- [Scoffs]

I'm sure my parents think
the same about me,

but, then again,
they're all over me like a rash.

I have...

had...

no...

value to him.

Every relationship
my father had was transactional.

In this industry, everyone
is exploiting somebody else.

Apart from the artists.

They always seem
to be bottom of the heap.

Believe me, some of them are the worst.

Hmm.

♪♪

Boss...

Grace stopped the auction
because, apparently,

the collection didn't belong
to Charlie Filton.

- What?
- I just saw

a solicitor's letter on the table...

something about the misappropriation

of trust assets.

- So, this place is a trust?
- Mm.

I wonder who the trustees are. Thanks.

I think there might be a bit of a hole

in the professional-robbery theory, too.

The auction was well publicized.

Anyone with half a brain

would have expected the
collection to be moved off site

the night before.

Which is exactly what
would have happened

- without Grace's intervention.
- Yeah.

The fact the collection was still here

was just pure chance.

♪♪

- Excuse me. D.I. Palmer.
- This is D.C. Malik.

We've not been introduced.

We're looking for the studio manager.

Jack Brooks.

I'm the nearest thing you'll get.

I've had a look around the place.

I didn't see any CCTV.

That's because there isn't any.

Seems a bit odd.

Studio kit alone
must be worth a fortune.

Clients value their privacy.

What happens at Towan stays at Towan.

♪♪

[Camera shutter clicking]

♪♪

And you've never had
any trouble here before?

No unwanted visitors?

We're pretty tucked away.

Press seem to have got wind
of the situation, though.

Been a couple of them knocking
about since Nathan arrived.

I reckon his label leaked he was here.

Free publicity for the album.

And it's one road in,
one road out, right?

Thank you for your time.

♪♪

How 'bout you check out
the CCTV situation

in the surrounding area

and I'll dig in to this trustees issue?

On it, Boss.

[Gulls crying]

♪♪

Okay.

Well...

I appreciate your help. Yep.

- Who was that?
- Grace's solicitor.

[Sighs]

It looks like Filton was strong-armed

into making it into a trust
by his then-wife.

Why?

I'd say wife realized husband
was feckless git

and didn't want him
to piss it all up the wall.

And Grace was one of the trustees?

- And Charlie was the other.
- Mm.

So if one trustee starts
spending some of the assets

without the other one knowing,

then that is fraud.

So, there was a CCTV camera
outside the front gate.

I've reviewed 12 hours of the footage

before and after Filton's m*rder.

Didn't take long
because only two vehicles appear

in all that time.

Ellison's Auction van arriving.

Two hours later, a Jeep arrives,

registered to Grace Filton.

The auction van leaves
half an hour after that,

so we know Grace was in situ
when the m*rder happened,

and we know she had beef with her dad.

But Grace went to Towan
to stop the auction,

and she succeeded, so what's her motive?

- Hmm.
- We know the auctioneers leave

with an empty van,

and we know from the CCTV footage

that neither Grace nor any of the others

leave the property post-m*rder.

And according to their statements,

none of them heard or saw anything.

And none of them can corroborate

the other person's alibis
'cause they're all staying

in separate accommodations.

Mm.

[Sighs]

One road in, one road out.

So how did the thief or m*rder*r

get Filton's memorabilia
off the property?

♪♪

♪♪

- Blimey! This is nice!
- Yeah!

Wow. After you, Madam.

♪♪

Feels a cut above
the usual gaffs they put us in.

♪♪

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That's not bad. Nice bit of impasto.

I think somebody's been inspired
by our old friend Turner.

Looks like an antique frame, too.

Who booked this place?

- Me.
- Is it within our budget?

- What budget?
- This is the police.

There's a whole bloody
department dedicated to budgets.

[Sighs]

I can try and find somewhere else.

Or I could pay the extra.

No. No, no, no. No, no.

Let's concentrate on the job in hand.

[Mid-tempo ambient music plays]

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhh

♪ Shhhhh

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhh

[Owl hoots]

Ah. Dirty Shamen?

Glad you're giving them another shot.

- Listen to this.
- [Music stops]

Oh, hang on a minute.

There you go.

[Music resumes]

[Screeching] What do you think that is?

Someone screaming.

It's a barn owl.

And then, if I fast-forward
a little bit further,

what sounds like maracas
is actually a corn crake.

Um, and then a little bit further on...

it's coming up now...

[Screeching] What do you think that is?

Otters.

[Music stops]

Dirty Shamen seemed
to have had quite a thing

for nocturnal field recordings.

Somehow you've made me like it less.

Oh.

Charlie Filton's postmortem results.

Time of death estimated
between 2:00 and 3:00 a.m.

Well, that fits in
with Filton's broken watch.

- Cause of death...
- severe blunt force trauma

to the left of the skull,

suggesting our k*ller was right-handed.

Bruising consistent
with the microphone base

found next to the victim's body.

The pathologist has identified
bruising on Filton's torso

that she's estimated
to be a few days old.

Injuries are consistent
with a closed-fist punch.

Says whoever inflicted the injury

might have been wearing
a ring with a proud fitting.

♪♪

Look at this.

♪♪

That might do it.

♪♪

Huh.

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Do me a favor, Malik.

Take another look at
her statement, would you?

Yeah. Sure.

♪♪

Yeah, yeah. Okay. Okay, bye. Yeah.

Can I have a word, Miss Wilder?

The label's flying us out to L.A.

We need to leave shortly.

You're gonna have to put
those flights on hold.

♪♪

Why?

Because you're a potential
suspect in a m*rder inquiry.

♪♪

[Birds cawing]

What were you and Mr. Filton
fighting about?

Charlie was putting
unnecessary pressure on Nathan.

I pushed back.

You did a little bit more
than push back, didn't you?

♪♪

[Cellphone vibrating]

[Vibrating stops]

[Door opens]

Hi.

- You're with police, right?
- Uh, yeah.

[Chuckles]

I'm sorry about Charlie.

I'm D.C. Malik.
I'm assisting D.I. Palmer.

You can call me "Shazia."

I know it's probably not the right time,

but I'd just like to say

I'm such a big fan [Chuckles]

of your music.

Come with me.

As soon as I suggested
stopping the recording,

Charlie got nasty.

He threatened to sue me.

Did you have a contract
with Charlie Filton?

So how could he sue you?

You could have walked away from
this and taken Nathan with you.

He wouldn't let us leave.

Really?

Was he holding you hostage?

- In a manner of speaking, yes.
- How?

I need to show you something.

I was jumping on and off of calls

with Nathan's label in L.A. all night

when Charlie was k*lled.

I was very concerned
about Nathan's mental health.

I wanted the label to pay Filton
the full fee so we could leave.

I'm good at multitasking,

but carrying out a m*rder
on a conference call?

A stretch,

even for me.

Why didn't you mention this
in your statement?

I didn't want to implicate Nathan.

Or, to put it another way,

you were trying to cover for him.

♪♪

Okay. So...

every night, after I finish recording,

I take my guitars
and I lay them out just so.

Okay. [Chuckles]

I've done the same thing
since the beginning.

Like a ritual or something?

A ritual. Exactly. Yes.

The thing is, when
I come back here the next day,

everything's been moved around.

What exactly are you saying?

Matty's messing with me.

Matty, your dead brother?

I'm not sure how that
connects to Filton's m*rder.

I think Matty k*lled Charlie.

♪♪

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I just had a mad chat
with Nathan Frayne.

You know how they say,
"Never meet your heroes"?

- That bad, eh?
- Yeah.

He's not in a state
to record a voice note,

let alone an album.

He's so gorgeous.

It's so sad.

Storm claimed that they were...

being held hostage,
but she didn't elaborate.

But I was wondering whether
Filton had some kind of hold

over her...

or Nathan or both of them.

Like what?

What exactly were the circumstances

around Matty Frayne's death?

He went for a midnight dip
in this river,

was off his face on drink and drugs,

and drowned.

[Water splashing]

We're waiting at the next station!

It's along the river, apparently.

♪♪

What?

How did they get Filton's
collection out of the grounds?

[Scoffs] Really?

♪♪

This is the house.

♪♪

It's a possibility, right?

Okay. Come on, then.

♪♪

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Boss!

What?

Look what I found.

♪♪

Yes!

Well, someone could have used it

to take the collection
out of here, right?

Give me a hand.

You're not taking the boat in the river?

Yeah. Why not?

I'm pretty sure
I need to do a risk assessment

- for something like this.
- Nah, don't worry.

I've got an ICC sailing qualification,

and I was butterfly champion
at county level.

- Well, you can swim it, then.
- Ah. Very good.

Get in.

[Grunts]

- You all right?
- Yep.

[Muttering]

Wait, wait. Where'd you go?

- Boss?
- Yep?

- I think I've got something.
- Pass me that oar.

♪♪

- Where are you going?
- I'm gonna get it.

♪♪

[Duck quacking]

♪♪

[Quacking continues]

♪♪

What is it?

♪♪

[Birds cawing]

[Radio beeps, police radio chatter]

Why would someone go to the trouble

of stealing all this stuff,

k*lling a man in the process,

only to go and dump it in the river?

It's clearly not about financial gain.

Then what is it?

'Cause it just feels like
mindless vandalism.

Let's get hold of the auction inventory

and check this stuff off.

Mm.

[Drone buzzing]

Bloody drone.

I think we're getting papped.

[Buzzing continues]

♪♪

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Looks like everything's
a part of the auction lot,

apart from that.

Looks ancient...
more your era than mine.

What is it?

A reel-to-reel field recorder.

Maybe the theft of Filton's memorabilia

was a distraction...

a cover.

♪♪

We've checked all the other
items recovered from the river

against the inventory,

and they're all part
of your father's collection,

aside from this.

Do you know anything about it?

Yeah. It was used for Dirty Shamen.

Matty wanted to record with it.

Matty Frayne?

♪♪

[Bird cawing]

Decaf cappuccino, please.

- Pot of Earl Grey.
- No problem.

- And some rice.
- Sure.

Uncooked. Uh, bowlful.

Mm-hmm.

Cute. Righty-o.

Hopefully, that will dry these out.

According to the manufacturer,

the reel-to-reel tape
inside the recorder

was discontinued eight years ago.

So whatever's on this tape
will be historic.

Matty could be
the last person who used it.

We need to hear what's on it.

The recorder's knackered.

Technical term. Could buy a new one.

It's a vintage piece of kit, Malik.

Respectfully, Boss,
we've got the Internet,

so someone will be flogging one,
guaranteed.

Right.

Ah.

- Here we are.
- Thank you.

- Your rice.
- Thank you so much.

All right. Here we go.

[Indistinct conversations]

Now... we wait.

Or we can look at
the Matty Frayne files.

I got them sent over
this morning from the archive.

Nice one, Malik.

Day before Matty died,

witnesses saw the Frayne Brothers engage

in a physical altercation,

which explains the injuries
and extensive bruising

found at the postmortem

that were inconsistent with drowning.

Explained or explained away?

Who are the witnesses?

Charlie Filton, Grace Filton,
Storm Wilder, and Jack Brooks.

That's the exact same crew

who were present
at Charlie Filton's m*rder.

That can't be a coincidence.

All of the witnesses claim

they have no knowledge of Matty
going to the river that night.

Could think of no reason
why he would have done so.

Well, that's not true.

Sorry?

The nocturnal field recordings.

They'd all have known
that Matty went out at night

and recorded stuff.

♪♪

What's up?

Three days before Matty
died, someone called the police,

accusing him of an as*ault.

Inquiries failed to identify the caller.

- What kind of as*ault?
- It doesn't say.

But I think I need to speak to Grace.

Right.

♪♪

Yesterday afternoon,

you were speaking
about the music industry

and how exploitative it is.

Hardly an exclusive.

You said the artists can be
some of the worst offenders.

You remember that?

I know you were just a child
when Matty Frayne died.

I was 15.

I certainly didn't feel
like a child. [Chuckles]

A lot of the time I felt
like the only adult in the room.

We've just come across information

which might put
a different slant on things.

Matty may have been involved
in an as*ault

just prior to his death.

The fight he had with Nathan?

No. That was only reported
after his death.

This was... something different.

♪♪

Did Matty... do anything to you?

He was vile to me.

He was vile to everyone.

He loved messing
with people's heads and...

gaslighting them.

Did you report Matty to the police?

I lost my mum when I was 12 years old.

Dad barely acknowledged my existence.

The upside of that is
I toughened up quick.

Matty wouldn't have dared
do anything to me.

One last thing.

The statement you gave
to the police seven years ago...

♪♪

It was a lie.

Dad told me to tell the police

that I'd witnessed a fight
between Matty and Nathan

the day before he drowned.

If it happened...

I never saw it.

♪♪

- Hmm.
- So, when Matty Frayne died,

they all lied to the police.

His death wasn't an accident, was it?

What do you reckon, Boss?

m*rder...

or, at best, manslaughter.

And a massive cover-up.

Well, we know you lied to us.

I don't understand why you're
digging this stuff up now.

Mr. Filton's m*rder
and the theft of his collection

might relate back to events that
took place here seven years ago.

Fine. Come back with evidence

and you can speak to my client
with a lawyer present.

Was there a cover-up
the night Matty died?

What I'm trying to work out is

whether you're trying to protect Nathan

or yourself

or, I'm guessing,

a little bit of both.

I can't do this anymore.

I can't do this anymore.

Nathan, you don't need to do this.

No.

I need to tell the truth.

I don't need you
to hold my hand anymore.

Okay?

Okay.

It was pretty much
like every other night.

We were...

all hanging out together in the house...

[Electric guitar playing]

...drinking too much,

playing, writing music.

Aha! Like, if I bend that note,

then slide down a whole step...

Then hammer on,

add in some pitch harmonics...

[Playing continues]

...that squeal you get, man.

Next time I wake up, Matty's not there.

Charlie said he'd gone
to collect field audio.

There you are.

My God, you're pathetic.

Can't leave you on your own
for more than two seconds.

Thought you could do with some company.

Jesus! Your company? Yeah, right.

Now piss off. You're dead weight.

- Get off!
- No wonder the label

are thinking of replacing you.

Everyone knows that I'm carrying you...

the rest of the band,
the management, the label.

You're dragging me down, Nathan!

♪♪

- [Grunts]
- [Groans]

He was, like, superaggressive
from the start,

accusing me of being dead weight,

saying how he'd been
in talks with the label

about replacing me.

What was the lead-up to the argument?

There was never a lead-up.

He'd just snap.

Was that a regular thing?

Yeah.

And then, afterwards,
he'd just deny it ever happened.

[Grunting]

[Grunts] Stop!

[Grunts]

♪♪

[Breathing heavily]

[Grunts]

[Thud]

[Grunting]

Stop! Aah!

[Grunting continues]

[Blows landing]

They said, "Somehow, during the fight,

you must have ended up in the river."

What do you mean, "Must have"?

I have no memory after that.

Not until they woke me up.

♪♪

Nathan. Nathan.

Hey! You need to wake up, Nathan!

Something bad's happened.

[Echoing] Matty's dead.

Charlie said...

it would be best
to wait till the morning,

then report him missing.

Look more convincing
if the police found him.

We left Matty in that river for hours.

Why did you wait until now
to destroy the tape?

[Sniffles] What tape?

The tape Matty was recording that night.

I didn't. What does it matter?

It would just be a load
of nature sounds.

We believe Matty may
have recorded his own m*rder.

- Mur... I didn't m*rder him.
- It was an accident.

I wouldn't k*ll my own brother.

The river did that for you,
and it's all on tape.

Charlie discovered the recordings.

That's why he had to die, too.

I didn't k*ll Charlie.

Why would I?

- No.
- Could you stand up, please?

Nathan Frayne, I'm arresting you

on the suspicion
of the m*rder of Charles Filton

and for the m*rder of Matthew Frayne.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention when questioned

something which you later
rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

♪♪

[Police radio chatter]

All right?

[Car door closes]

♪♪

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- You all right, Boss?
- I don't know.

Why k*ll Charlie after all these years?

Charlie knew what had happened.

If anything, he protected Nathan.

Maybe the pressure? He's not well.

We need to listen to those tapes.

When's the field recorder due?

Estimated delivery time
is 8:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Oh, it's bloody t*rture.

[Dog barking in distance]

♪♪

Hmm.

Something old.

Something new.

♪♪

♪♪

[Cellphone rings]

D.I. Palmer.

Yes. Who is this, please?

Right.

It's been a pleasure.

[Chuckles] Yes. I most certainly will.

Who was that?

Your mum.

What? Why is she calling you?

Because she hasn't heard
from you in over a week.

My head's been on the job, Boss.

I've been up to my neck in it.

What did she say?

Once I'd assured her
that you hadn't joined a cult,

she was lovely.

By the end of the call,
she'd invited me for dinner.

She'd never check
on my brother like this.

Nice to know that she cares,
though, right?

Wish she'd care just a little less.

We all want
the Goldilocks scenario, Malik.

Sometimes we just have to make
peace with what we've got.

I'll call her.

♪♪

[Gulls crying]

♪♪

♪♪

[Brakes squeak]

♪♪

[Doorbell rings]

♪♪

Moment of truth.

All righty.

There.

All right. Cross everything.

[Rhythmic rasping, croaking]

- Birds or something?
- Yeah.

[Animal screeches]

There you are.

Oh, my God, you're pathetic.

Can't leave you on your own
for more than two seconds.

Thought you could do with some company.

- Jesus! Your company?
- Yeah, right. Now piss off.

Nathan and Matty.

- You're dead weight.
- No!

No wonder the label
are thinking of replacing you.

Everyone knows that I'm carrying you...

the rest of the band,
the management, the label.

You're dragging me down, Nathan!

[Grunting]

- What are you doing?!
- Aah!

[Speaking indistinctly]

There's someone else there, right?

Yeah.

[Speaking indistinctly]

Get her off him!

He's out cold.

Oh. You feel sorry
for poor little Nathan?

Nathan couldn't have k*lled
Matty if he was unconscious.

- He's innocent.
- Let's keep listening.

♪♪

[Grunting]

Ow!

- [Blows landing]
- Stop!

- [Grunting continues]
- Stop! Matt!

No! No!

[Grunts]

The first physical
altercation of the evening

was between the two brothers.

And then in this instance,

you dragged Matty away from Nathan.

Is that correct?

He was left unconscious,

and a few moments later,
we hear this exchange.

Why did you do that?! He's out cold!

Oh, you feel sorry
for poor little Nathan?

One day you'll get what's coming to you.

Jesus Christ. I literally cannot bear

to listen to your whiny little voice.

- [Water splashes]
- You say you love me.

Next day, you beat the crap out of me.

Can you confirm

that you were having a romantic
relationship with Matty Frayne,

albeit an a*usive one?

[Sniffs]

Do you love me?

I've reported you to the police.

It was you, not Grace,

that made the anonymous call
about the as*ault, wasn't it?

Gonna tell the whole world

what a pathetic little worm you are.

- Yeah, right.
- Shut up.

- No!
- Shut your mouth!

No, no! No, don't do this!

You said you loved me!

Love you?

Who'd love you?

You make me want to puke my guts up!

[Grunts] I loved you!

- [Water splashing]
- Stop! I can't breathe!

You're drowning me!

No, stop!

He's drowning me!

[Gasping]

- [Gurgling]
- Shh.

[Gurgling continues, water splashing]

I think you somehow managed

to get an unconscious Nathan
back to the house

and then you persuaded everyone else

Nathan had k*lled his brother.

You didn't even figure in the picture.

Well...

that is until Charlie started listening

to the old field recorder.

[Water splashing]

Oh, stop! Stop it!

- [Breathing heavily]
- [Gurgling]

♪♪

What have I just heard?

[Grunts]

♪♪

[Grunts]

It must have been
a difficult moment for you.

All those years,
the evidence had been sitting

right there in the studio all along.

What I don't get is

how you made such a hash

of getting rid of the evidence.

♪♪

[Camera shutters clicking]

[Drone buzzing]
It was the paparazzi, wasn't it?

All those drones.

Suddenly Towan
wasn't so secluded anymore.

There was a possibility
that someone was watching you

at all times.

For the last seven years,

Nathan has been tortured
by what he supposedly did.

Do you understand that?

That's what Matty does...

even from beyond the grave...

♪♪

...ruins people's lives.

♪♪

[Gulls crying]

♪♪

[Indistinct conversations]

It's pretty clever,
what Jack pulled off,

persuading everyone to cover for Nathan

when really they were covering for him.

In a messy,
Machiavellian sort of way, yeah.

Talking of which, I owe you
for my fancy hotel booking.

What's the damage?

- Big fat zero.
- You what?

The frame on that tribute Turner

dated back to the 17th century.

The lap joints on the back gave it away.

It's worth a small fortune.
They were very grateful.

Genius. Nice one, Boss.

[Conversations continue]

And all that stuff with my mum...

I do appreciate what I've got.

I don't want you to think I'm,
like, some sort of spoiled brat.

Not spoiled, Malik.

Just really ungrateful.

[Chuckles]

But nothing that buying me
a bag of fish and chips

- won't sort out.
- [Chuckles]

No, seriously. It's... It's your show.

Yeah.

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Laying out the ghost to rest ♪

♪ Freein' up my mind

♪ Take your pain and sorrow

♪ And leave it all behind

♪ From the moment you fall

♪ I control it all

[Electric guitar solo]

♪ I control it all

♪ I control it all

♪ From the moment you fall

♪ I control it all

[Electric guitar solo]