The Long Call

..in your name.

Keep him safe with you always.

Er... Come here.

Don't you dare take this off.

OK?

Yeah.

Gaby!

You know I'm dairy free.

So, it's Simon nicking my cheese, is it?

Guess so.

Simon!

He's not in. Conveniently for you.

Thought he had the day off. Went out first thing.

Here you go, maid.

Got to be in early. Art project.

Give you a lift to the bus if you like.

I'll walk.

Dunno what time I'll be back.

Ben!

Can you come give me a hand, please?

I'll do it. No, you won't, you've got exams.

Shit! I'm late. Seriously, Mum, I'll do it later.

No girl of mine's gonna feel responsible for other people's mess.

Ben!

I got another message from Dad, on Facebook.

Wants to meet up.

Yeah?

Right. Yeah, I can be there, yeah, 20 minutes.

Do not let your heart be troubled.

You believe in God.

Believe also in me.

My Father's house has many rooms.

And if it were not so, would I have told you

that I am going there to prepare a room for you?

If I go, prepare a place for you,

I will come back and bring you to me,

that you may also be where I am.

You know the worldly aren't supposed to mourn with us.

You made your choice when you left us, Matthew.

I think he would've wanted me here.

I know. About your secret visits to the hospice.

I'm sure you thought you were so clever, keeping it from me.

Is that why you took him home to die?

Your father deserved some peace for his final days.

God knows you've given neither of us that.

Matthew. Come on, Brother Dennis, we mustn't be late.

'Sorry to disturb you, sir. We have found a body at Crow Point.'

Yeah. Who's on scene?

Dog walker found him. It was called in as a possible drowning.

Bit of a cold day for swimming. Ah. He's fully clothed.

They thought the blood might have been a propeller injury.

Are we sure it isn't? Yeah.

I wouldn't have called you otherwise.

I know you had the morning off. Funeral, was it?

Anyone close? My father's.

All right? How did anyone think this was an accident?

He was face down when she found him.

Plod turned him over.

Any ID? No wallet, no phone.

This was in his pocket, though.

I'll get over now with Jen.

Are you the owner of the property? Tenant.

Caroline's at work.

Are either of you married, or have a male partner?

Caz has a boyfriend, Ed.

She works with him. What's this about?

A man was found dead this morning, at Crow Point.

We believe he had a connection to this address.

Simon?

Who's Simon?

Our lodger, Simon Walton.

Have you got a photo?

It's him, isn't it?

Did he kill himself?

What makes you say that?

Just... wouldn't surprise me. He was kind of a loner.

He came here for a job, cheffing in a hotel I think,

but he lost it.

Caroline's a social worker, she offered him a bed,

sorted him out a volunteering thing at the cafe at the Woodyard.

The Woodyard? The community centre.

I'm artist in residence there.

Caz's dad is on the board of trustees.

Right.

Can we have a look at his bedroom?

Thanks.

It's a bit sparse, innit?

Any personal papers, files?

I dunno. Don't think so.

What about previous addresses,

when he was born, do you know any of that?

His birthday is Christmas Eve,

and he said he was 40 last year.

That's all I know.

Right, Alfie, I'm gonna say that'll probably be enough.

I think so, yeah.

Hey! All right, cheers, Alfie. I'll leave you to it.

Jen, this is Jonathan.

Hi. Hi.

Er... how was the funeral?

Er... we're here to ask you about something, actually.

Simon Walton volunteered here?

In the cafe, yeah.

"Volunteered"? Yeah.

Shall we... Yeah.

Simon Walton, 40 years old,

ID confirmed by his housemate Gaby Chadwell.

Lived a quiet life, no run-ins with us

or anyone else that we know of yet.

Arrived in Ilfracombe six months ago for a job at the Atlantic hotel.

I spoke to the manager. Apparently, he worked there a week

and then just stopped turning up.

Any idea why he left the job?

No. Apparently, he was a good chef.

So, he comes to a town where he knows no-one,

for a new job, and quits after a week.

Any friends he'd made here?

No-one, apart from the two women that he was living with.

They got him a job, volunteering at the Woodyard.

He went there, pub, home, that's it.

We're checking CCTV of the bus route.

He had a phone but we can't find it,

it seems likely the killer took it.

The attack itself, anything from forensics?

Confirmed that he died at the scene, single stab wound to the chest,

no DNA as yet.

Oh, there was a partial footprint about ten metres from the body.

Size five, as yet unidentified.

A dog-walker's? No.

And below the tideline, so made within a few hours of the murder.

6:00pm last night, finishes work at the Woodyard, heads home.

Gaby Chadwell says she hears him leaving the house this morning,

maybe 6:00am.

Apparently goes of his own volition to Crow Point.

Yeah, the housemate said he'd never mentioned going there before.

By 8:00am, he's dead.

No witnesses, no forensics,

no motive.

We might have a motive. I went through the PNC again.

Simon Walton doesn't have a criminal record.

Simon Walden does. Same date of birth.

The housemates got his name wrong?

He never had any post, they just went by what he told them.

They must've heard it wrong.

So, Simon Walden.

Was involved in a traffic collision in Bristol four years ago.

A child was killed. Walden was drunk.

Bloody hell. Right.

OK, I want everything you can dig up on the child's parents.

Press, interviews, where they are now.

Let's find out if we're dealing with a revenge killing.

Tea'll be in half an hour. Pie and chips.

You'll spoil your tea! Think what your mother'd say.

Not around to say it, is she? Wouldn't be so sure.

I'm doing her peas too, love, don't you worry!

Heard about this murder, then? Poor sod at Crow Point?

Oh, yeah. They're saying he worked in the centre.

In the caff. You know him? Seen him around.

Right, guys, I'm off. Sir!

NHS records list a wife as next of kin.

Ex, presumably. I've left her a couple of voicemails.

And also spoke to the team who investigated the RTC.

Walden got four years, out in two.

The child's father was cautioned for assaulting him

a month after his release.

Assaulting Walden? Punched him in a supermarket.

Fair enough, really.

Family are still living in Bristol. Right.

Let's be on their doorstep at 8:00am.

You know, today, they brought my dad in Dennis's car?

They won't sully themselves with a worldly funeral director.

Dennis is the preacher guy?

The Church Elder.

Sure we did the right thing, moving back?

You had time with your dad. That's what matters.

This place isn't just theirs, Matthew. It's yours, too.

Has the last six months not told you anything?

You don't belong anywhere else.

We'll toast him now.

Oh, I... I've got an early start.

Oh, just drink the bloody whisky.

Cheers.

Working late, sir?

Had you had much contact with Simon Walden recently? No.

What about your wife?

Neither of us wanted to see or speak to that man ever again.

Can you tell us where you were yesterday morning?

Really?

A serious crime's been committed.

A serious crime WAS committed.

He killed our daughter.

Rich, who is it? It's... no-one.

I was with a client yesterday morning.

My wife was at a toddler group.

Now please just fuck off before you upset my wife.

I realise how hard this must be. No, you don't!

You don't.

How old was the child? Ten.

He never mentioned an accident?

You sorted out his volunteering job at the Woodyard?