Seriously, Mick?
Morning, Mr Elkins.
Morning, Jason. Morning, Ollie.
A hot air balloon?
We love it.
I knew you would, you old tart!
Nice north-westerly coming in, then, boys.
You know me, I'm always lucky with the weather.
Come here.
Right. Got it.
There you go.
They know what they're doing.
I hope it's gonna take all the weight.
Cheers.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Thanks, Mick.
If I didn't know any better,
I'd have thought you lot had gone off me.
I'd like to be addressed as Captain.
Aye-aye, Captain!
Come up, then, Jackie.
Chocks away, chaps!
- It's beautiful. - Don't lean over the basket, OK?
Steady as she goes.
Look, that's Glastonbury over there.
Look, can you see that?
It's so quiet.
That is 2,350 feet.
- Cheers! - Cheers.
Thank you.
Bloody lovely.
What's happening?!
Mr Elkins?
Something's happened.
You're headed for the city!
You need to gain height now!
'Can you hear me?'
- What the...?! - Shut up!
Shit.
Can you hear me?
Fire the bloody burner. Gain height.
- There's too much weight! - 'Gain height. Gain height.'
I'm gonna die!
We're gonna die!
Don't look down. Don't look down.
Shit!
Jackie, Jackie, just hold on to the side.
Hold on!
Help!
Just brace!
Just brace. Brace!
Come on. Hurry!
Come on.
- You ok? - I'm fine.
I think we're fine.
Where's the other guy? Mr Marsh!
Mr Marsh?!
Where is he?
Oh, no!
Seriously?
With who?
What night?
What time?
I suppose so.
But your kit goes straight in the washing machine,
I'm not having it stinking out the basket all week.
Kitchen wipes and batteries.
I've gotta go. I've got a hot air balloon crash.
A hot... Never mind.
Boyfriend's got himself a five-a-side game.
- Wednesday nights. - Good for him, ma'am.
You haven't seen him play. Second touch is a tackle.
What's all this, then?
Crashed about 20 minutes ago.
Five people hired it from those Magnificent Men.
Took off from Clutton Hill,
about eight miles south-east of here,
around 8:30am,
floated around for an hour or so
and then... something went wrong.
Right. See if they've got any phone footage.
You said five people?
Five people went up, Sergeant Dodds,
but only four came down alive.
It seems he came out of the balloon basket
somewhere over those trees.
Thank you, Detective Constable Paciorkowski.
Have we identified the dead man?
Yes. His name is Frankie Marsh.
Aged 58.
Address, Flat 1B, number 5, Beckford Villas.
Now, apparently, it was all pretty chaotic
when they crash landed and...
- And they haven't been informed there's a fatality? - No, ma'am.
Ok.
Hi, I am DCI Lauren McDonald. Are you all OK?
We're alive.
I have to inform you
that the other person who was with you on your trip,
Frankie Marsh, he's dead.
Oh, God!
Oh, no!
What happened?
Well...
he fell.
He must have.
Can you describe exactly what happened?
In as much detail as you can.
I actually didn't see him fall.
Yeah. Me, neither.
No. It was chaos up there. It was terrifying.
Obviously, he fell.
I mean, you know, what else could have happened to him?
He jumped.
He jumped.
Sorry, but why didn't you mention this when I first asked?
Because I could have stopped him. But I just froze...
I'm sorry.
Frankie just left us.
Don't worry...
There you go.
You're accusing them with your eyes, Lauren.
He jumped? Really?
Prove he didn't and we have a murder inquiry.
Until then, we follow the protocols,
especially with a fatality.
Air Incident Investigation Agency needs to establish a cause
and file a full report for the Home Office.