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Take him back for me, will you?
Yeah, sure.

I want to catch Alex.

Are you away? Yeah,
the committee meets at eight.

I'll be back tomorrow. Are you OK?

Yes, fine.

Drive carefully.

I love you.

He's got some heat in his near
foreleg.

Nah, he was stepping out sweetly.

He's not feeling it. He could win
the Open with a decent jockey up.

Like you, you mean?

Yeah. I qualified him.

Alison's no blooming idea.

Couldn't kick a donkey home.

SMASHING GLASS

BANGING

Uh!

If you're watching...

If anyone saw her or...
or knows where she is...

CLICKING CAMERA SHUTTERS

Please, just call and tell us that
she's all right.

Whoever's holding my wife,

please, just call.

PHONE RINGS

Crocodile tears, ma'am?
Convinced me at the time.

What do you know about him?

Alex Keir, 45, runs a stable yard.

A spent drunk-driving charge a
couple of years back, apart from
that he's clean.

The wife?

Alison Keir, missing a couple
of days before the local boys
bought us in.

35. Otherwise unknown to us.

Oh, and her car's disappeared, too.

All right. Anything else?

Yeah, Potter's chasing up the
woman's medical background

to see if there's any psycho
problems.

That's worth a look. But it doesn't
strike me she's gone walkabout.

No, sir. I've got this nasty feeling

we're going to find her tied up
in a ditch somewhere.

Ever the optimist, Dixon.

Morning.
Morning.

Have you booked a ride?

No, no, it would be cruelty to
animals if I sat on a horse.

Detective Inspector Kersey. CID.

Penryn. Dave Penryn.

So, have you found her then?
Mrs Keir?

I take it you work here, do you,
Mr Penryn?

Yup. Dogsbody.

I'm officially the gardener,
but I ride out.

School the chasers. Get them
shipshape.

Race horses, are they?

Some are, some aren't.
This will never make anything.

Walking tin of dog food, he is.
Jumps like a crab.

So how long have you known
the Keirs?

Since they first came down here.

The governor bought the place off
my father.

Ran it into the ground.
Are they good people to work for?

There's worse jobs. Don't get too
close to his back end. He cow kicks.

Cheers.
Hold the doors, will you?

Who's the... Who's the young lady?

Diana.
Is that the Keirs' daughter?

You might think so,
the way she goes on.

She's just a stable hand. Mucking
out, that sort of thing.

Mrs Keir took her in a couple of
years back.

How do you mean took her in?

She's one of them female horse nuts.

She started hanging about the place,
working voluntarily.

Spun some sob story
about her parents being dead.

So in the end,
Alison gave her a job.

Do you know, are there any problems
between them that you're aware of?

Who?
Mr and Mrs Keir.

I wouldn't know.

They don't move in my circles,
do they?

However,

married couple, middle aged, no
kids.

It speaks for itself, doesn't it?

Why do they call it point-to-point
racing?

The circuit that the horses jump
around, from one point to another.
All amateur riders.

I see. So you spent that night
in a hotel?

Yes, I gave your local chaps
the details.

How long have you had the stables?

Been here about eight years.

We were up north.

Alison adores horses. She lives and
breathes for them.

(SOBS)

I'm sorry. I appreciate
this must be very difficult for you.

Um... How did your wife seem when
you left her?

She was fine. She was looking
forward to the Hunt Open.

She was going to ride our horse
Greek Warrior in the race.

Has she ever gone missing before?
No, never.

She's not wandered off for a few
days or...?

Friends, relatives, she might have
spent time with. Absolutely not.

She would have told me if she was
planning a trip.

She wouldn't just go off without
telling.

Oh, sorry. Is it all right if I work
down in the office now?

Yes, it's been checked.

I need a list of anyone, everyone
you can think of

who your wife might try and contact.

Yes, I'll do that.

Oh, God, superintendent, what's
happened to her?!

I don't know, Mr Keir.

She was so happy.
She was so happy here.

We'll do everything we can to find
her, Mr Keir. I promise you.

Help!

Help!

All right?
Anything down the stables?

Well, there's a chap, Penryn,
who's a stable hand.

He lives over in the cottage
at the back there.

He says he heard nothing that night.

He's definitely worth a closer look.
Yeah.

So what do you reckon then?
All signs it was a break-in.

Mrs Keir could have stumbled across
her intruder.

He's abducted her in her own car.
The burglar thought she knew him.

Yeah, it struck me that way, too.

Don't tell we're in agreement.

Don't worry, it won't last.

Him?

Hotel alibi. He could have got back
in the night and done it, but
no motive as yet.

He seems pretty cut up.
So it appears.

Oh, Christ!
What?

We stable hacks for people and hire
them out to other riders.

So there was money taken
the night Mrs Keir went missing?

Yup, about £80. They took the lot.

You live at the house, do you,
Diana?

No, Dave lives up here. I rent
a place over Dulverton way.

You're not from round these parts,
are you?

Pardon?
Your accent.

A touch of Yorkshire in there
somewhere?

I lived in the north for a bit,
yeah.

I thought so.

I'm from Leeds, myself.

Well, just outside, actually.

How well did you know Mrs Keir?

For the past two, three years.

She's been like a mother to me.

And Mr Keir? I don't have
much dealings with him.

Why's that?

I just don't.

Where were you on Tuesday night?

At home.

Ah, that's Alison. Mrs Keir with
Greek Warrior.

Beautiful horse.

Oh, yeah. He's super.

Jumps like a stag.

Alison's dream was to win the Hunt
Open race on him.

You know horses?

A little. I used to ride quite
a lot.

All right.

Thank you...Miss Byrne.

We may need to talk to you again.

Sure. Any time. I'm always here.

Just call if you want to book
a ride.

We've got some nice, gentle mares.
Oh, OK. Thanks.

Left, right, left, right...

What kind of a feel did you get down
at the stables?

Well, strange, but hardly surprising
under the circumstances.

Visit them again and try and dig a
bit deeper if you can, Lucy.

Maybe book that ride.
Oh, yeah, that'll be good.

It'll have to be in your own time
though.

The budget's tight.

Great. Thanks.

My brother-in-law's in the Terriers.

Army barmy, is he?
Nah.

It's more of a drinking club,
really. Boy scouts and booze.

Morning, sir.
Morning.

Our glorious dead.

Do you have a problem with that,
Potter?

No, sir, I was just -
Excuse me.

I'm looking for Superintendent
Wycliffe. Mr Keir, isn't it?

Yeah, is he here? I must see him.
This way.

Superintendent.

Mr Keir. Have you brought
the list of names? No.

This came this morning.
It's demanding money for Alison.

Yeah. Just put it down on the desk,
would you, please?

A maniac has kidnapped her.
They want money.

He's threatening to kill her.

Just take it easy.
Typewritten.

Good English, sir.

It's demanding £50,000 to be put in
a numbered bank account
within three days.

It's an odd place to want ransom
money lodged, isn't it?

Check the account with the bank.
Has anyone else touched that letter?

This, no, no, only me. I brought it
straight here.

The envelope, please.
Yeah, I've got that here.

Um, look. I can't get that sort of
money, no way can I get that money.

Let's not panic. Sit down, please.

Panic?! My wife's life is being
threatened, how would you feel?

Yes, yes. I understand.
Can the police put the money up?

I doubt we could do that. You said
you would do everything to help.

We are doing everything.

It's just that such things are not
in our hands, Mr Keir.

But I'll look into it.
I promise you.

God, he said he's going to kill her.
What can I do?

Please, you've just got to help me.

What are you doing?

Please, don't do this.

Let me go. I won't tell anyone it
was you.

Please.

Is he difficult to hold?
The Warrior?

Yeah, full of himself at the moment.

When's this big race?

The Hunt Open? It's next Saturday.

So who'll be riding Mrs Keir's
horse?

Well, Alison, I hope...
if she's back.

Dave Penryn will want the leg up
otherwise...

if Mr Keir decides to run the
Warrior.

Is there big money involved?
Only small race prizes.

And the betting?
The bookies are there, yeah.

Sometimes big money's laid on.
Dave likes a good gamble.

Oh, does he?
Mainly it's the kudos.

Big rivalry. The Open's the top race
of everybody's season.

I get it, so Dave wants to
ride so he can grab the glory.

Oh, yeah. He's always looking
for it.

A big opinion of himself, Dave has.

Did Alison ever talk to you about
her personal life?

Sometimes.

Do you think her and her husband
were happy with each other?

On and off.
Why's that?

Did she tell you something?

Diana.

Alison got jealous sometimes.

Oh, he played around a bit then,
did he, Mr Keir?

Well, he's not what he seems,
put it that way.

There's a woman, Mrs Tregelles,

Major Tregelles's wife.

She's on the hunt committee
with Mr Keir.

And Mr Keir and she have
a relationship, you mean?

Well, there's lots of gossip, you
know how it is.

The Tregelleses have a horse,
Paladin -

the only thing that will beat
Warrior in the Open.

So the Tregelleses and the Keirs
are big rivals?

Major Tregelles is.
He's the win-at-all-costs sort.

You must try to keep a grip
on yourself.

Yes.
It'll soon be over.

One way or the other.

Good morning.
Morning, Mrs Tregelles.

How's Paladin? He's fit
and ready to run his heart out.

You won't run Greek Warrior in the
Open.

No, though maybe I should.

Morning, Mrs Tregelles.

I must get on. Alex, I hope you get
some good news soon.

Yes, and thanks for everything.

This came.

So we do nothing?

Can you not raise the issue
with the chief constable?
I'd appreciate that.

Yes, I would.

Thank you.

Right, Doug.

Doug!

I'm sorry, sir. Any joy with the
money?

The wheels at HQ grind slowly.
Yes, Potter.

Forensic report on the ransom note
and the envelope.

No fingerprints or indentations.

The envelope was posted in Truro.

They're running checks on the
typewriter format,

it was electronic,
and a DNA check on the glue.

There was a lickable type of
envelope seal.

Ha! Well, keep me posted.
Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir.

Any thoughts, Doug?

Not worth wasting any breath over,
sir.

Supposing it was a burglary.
Yeah.

Someone abducts her, panics,

and then decides to go the whole hog
and sends a ransom note.

Yes, it's possible but the bank
account that he wants the money put
into was opened a year ago,

with a false ID,
under the name of Baker.

And the address given doesn't trace.

There's been some planning put
into this.

Yes, but it's very odd, though.

Any joy down at the stables?

I spoke to Diana Byrne,
the stable secretary.

She mentioned a Major
and Mrs Tregelles.

She gave the impression that
Alex Keir may have been playing
around with Mrs Tregelles.

It might be tittle-tattle.
We've got little else to go on.

There's also something about this
big race coming up.

The Tregelleses and the Keirs

both have horses
running against each other.

You're not suggesting that someone's
abducted Alison to stop her
riding a horse.

Who can say, sir? I do know passions
run deep in the horse world.

Have you got an address for these
Tregelles people?

Yes. You'd better get down there
with Doug. Have a chat with them.

Sir.

PHONE RINGS

How was the horse ride?

Oh, it was great. Now I know why
the Queen rides side-saddle.

Er, yes, yes. Put him on.

Mr Keir, Superintendent Wycliffe.

No, no, no.
Just keep the letter there.

Yeah, and don't let anybody else
touch it.

Now, remember,
Paladin rushes his fences,

so find your stride.

Go on.

Gregory, our son.

He'll ride Paladin in the Open.

About Mr Keir.

Oh, yes. Well, as I said,

we've been close friends for,
oh, five years or so.

When did you last see him?
Alex?

This morning, up at the stables.
And before that?

Oh, I think it was last Monday I was
up there.

Why was that?
Hunt business.

Is that the only basis
for your close relationship?

Who have you been talking to?
I'm sorry?

Some people around these parts have
little to do with their lives but
gossip, inspector.

Some of them have, in the past, seen
fit to repeat their innuendoes in my
husband's presence.

Mrs Tregelles, I can assure you -
Alex Keir and I are friends!

Good friends, nothing more,

despite his wife's ridiculous
accusations

and no doubt what you have heard
from other people's wagging tongues.

Too close in!

And get hold of him!

Loser.

Is that a Guard's tie, sir?

Yes.

I thought so. I was 2 Para, myself,
sir.

Ah! The Danglers, eh.

Falklands?

Yes, sir. My swan song.

A good few others, too.

Yes, sir.

Is this about the Keir woman?

Yes, we've been given to believe

that you and the Keirs have a bit of
a healthy rivalry.

Oh.
With the horses, sir.

Well, we both have animals running
in the Hunt Open race, yeah.

So best man wins sort of thing,
is it, sir?

No, it's best horse.
Ha, ha, ha...

No, if ours wins the Open race
he'll go to stud.

It'll put a bit of value on the
horse winnings. Oh, yes. Plenty.

No, we'll sell Paladin
on for breeding.

We've got an expensive bloodline.

Actually, it was Mr Keir I wanted to
talk to you about, sir.

I don't know the man.
I thought you and your wife -

My wife is better acquainted
with Mr Keir.

There's a mutual passion. They ride
with each other.

And that's all I know or want to
know about Alex Keir.

So I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Over here!

Useless!

When did this second letter arrive?

In this morning's post.

I phoned your office straightaway.

I'd like to go through with you
what the letter says.

It's obvious, isn't it?

This is a nightmare I'm going
through, can't you understand that?

Yes, I can, sir.

If it was my wife, I'd feel just as
you do, but -

He's going to kill her if we don't
get the money.

Yes.

I've spoken to my superiors
about that.

And?

We are...

unable to provide the ransom money.
I'm sorry.

Well, why?
You know I can't raise it.

The place is mortgaged to the hilt.

Do you hold any insurance cover
on Mrs Keir?

No, I mean, why do you ask?

Well, in the circumstances you might
have been able to negotiate for the
insurers to put the money up.

Oh, because she's going to die
anyway, is that what you mean?

Mr Keir...

can we talk about the letter,
please?

Now...

here, at the end of the letter,
it says...

"Don't ride the horse."

What does that mean to you?

Why would anyone demand that?

I don't know.

Is this about a race?

Who wouldn't want you to run
the horse?

Mr Keir, please. This may be the key
to what's happening here.

I've no idea. It's plain as day.

We're dealing with some sort of
maniac.

Perhaps. And you're still
standing here asking questions

when you could at least be out
searching for Alison!

Mr Keir,

Cornwall is a very big place. It's
not possible.

At the moment, we have no indication
at all

where your wife might be being held.

So we just sit and wait...until
she turns up dead, is that it?

It's a nasty business.

Are we looking at accidental death?

Possibly.

She stinks of booze.

Really?

Any idea when she died?

The dashboard clock has stopped
at 1.26am.

But the loss of heat from the body
doesn't seem to fit.

So she wasn't necessarily killed by
the crash?

Um...

What's happened?
It's all right. Let him go.

What's happened?
I'm sorry, Mr Keir.

I'm sorry, but apparently your wife's
been involved in some kind
of accident.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.
You said that you'd do EVERYTHING!

You did NOTHING!

If you'd have got the money
she would have been all right!

(SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY)

Why didn't you tell me, Simon?
The job just came up.

Look, the local reporter's ill.

Reporting dog shows and garden
parties is one thing.

I can't turn down the opportunity.
I can't do it.

This could seriously compromise
my situation.

No, it won't. I promise you,
it won't.

White, no sugar, ma'am.

Thank you.

Can we help you, sir?

No.

Flash customer.
Spot the designer labels, did you?

So that's Simon.

Ah, lovers' tiff, eh?

Yeah, the course of true love never
runs smooth, sarge.

How would you know, Potter?

Two things don't fit. No attempt
to wait for the ransom money.

"Don't ride the horse".

Why?

Well, what if Alison Keir staged
her own disappearance?

A development, sir. Forensics have
gone over Mrs Keir's car.

Apparently the accelerator cable has
been jammed wide open.

Full throttle. Deliberately.

She wasn't driving the car.
IT was driving HER.

They also found this.

An address of some sort
of holiday cottage.

Where did they find this?
On the back of the seat in the car.

Interesting little clue, eh?

Check it out, Andy.
Yes, ma'am.

It may be a clue.
It maybe a message.

A message?
Mmm.

Whoever's behind this is clouding
the issue right, left and centre.

It's something to do with them
stables. Let's turn 'em over.

All right, Doug. Get a warrant.

Come on. Now we're looking at murder,
let's dig.

Are you going to run him
in the Open, boss? Yes.

Are you sure he's fit, Mr Keir?
Oh, yes.

Well, what about the warning
in the ransom note?

We run.
It's what Alison would have wanted.

We'll do it. For her. We'll do it.

Nobody's going to stop me.

Can I ride?

Oh, no. I'll be riding him.

That's ridiculous.

No way.
I've ridden in the final before.

I have to do this.
You're in no state, boss.

It's Alison's horse. Nobody else
rides him, understand?

The Warrior needs strong handling.

Don't you do this to me!
I qualified him! It's my right!

Eight years I've mucked out
in this place.

And I still get treated like dirt!

It would be really great if you
could help us, sir.

I appreciate it's a tragic...

Yes, fine, yeah.
Just take what you want.

Paperwork, books, that sort of
thing. Is that OK? Yes, certainly.

Just take it, yeah.
OK, thanks.

Start over there.

Inspector?
Yeah.

I think there's something I should
tell you.

Fire away.

When Superintendent Wycliffe asked
me about life insurance cover

on my wife I told him
there was none.

Yeah.

Well, in conversation with my
solicitor, after I'd heard about
Alison being found,

he mentioned something to me which
I hadn't realised.

Apparently, our mortgages include a
mortgage protection scheme.

Yes, so what does that mean,
exactly, then?

It seems that on the demise of
either myself or my wife the
mortgage outstanding is cleared.

So how much is it worth to you,
then?

Well, probably upwards of something
like...

£200,000.

And you say you were unaware of this
benefit, yes?

Yes! I swear to you.

Alison handled that side of things.
I had no idea.

I had no idea at all.

It does put a different
complexion on things, sir.

Well, yes. I suppose it does, yes.

Will you excuse me, please?

Sir...

Take it.

Definitely not your straightforward
road crash, Charles.

Yeah, we were aware of that.

The deceased has abrasions
to both wrists,

consistent with being tied up,

glue fibres under the finger nails

and some interesting contusions
in the mouth area.

Interesting? They're consistent with
the introduction of a foreign object
into the mouth -

a gag or a weapon of some sort.

But more interesting yet,

we've had the vital organs
and fluid report back.

How's your toxicology?
Try me.

You know the old Cornish navy
tradition of the press gangs,

how they'd pay an innkeeper to put
knock-out drops in a drink?

In no time at all he'd be three
sheets to the wind

then the press gangs would whisk him
away to a life on the ocean wave.

Knock-out?
Chloral hydrate.

It's a highly soluble liquid -

odourless, matched with alcohol in
sufficient quantities

a lethal, little cocktail.

She was given that?

Brain swollen. Lungs congested.

According to the report,

she was swimming in the stuff.

Or should I say drowning?

So, she was dead
before the car crash?

Aye, if the tree hadn't got her, the
poison most certainly would have.

And the contusions to the dead
woman's mouth,

could they be caused by a bottle?

In other words,

could she have been force-fed
this mixture?

Hmm, it's possible.

It's a bizarre way to kill someone.

Keir's typewriter had a ribbon
cassette in it, like this one.

Now, if I pull that out

you can see each letter has been
punched out of the tape
by the keystroke.

It reads like a book.

What we have here...

is a photocopy of the ribbon in
Keir's machine.

I've blown it up two-fold,

cut it into line-length strips.

Clear as day.

The ransom notes were definitely
written on Mr Keir's typewriter.

Thank you.

"..fences to go...

There's a faller...

CHEERING

First, number 12, second,
number 7...

third, number 2.

First, number 12..."

Thank you.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen,
it's time..."

David, where the hell have you been?

Now, remember, hold Paladin up till
the last two furlongs.

Then, kick for home.

Is David Penryn here?

No, they took Greek Warrior
to the point-to-point.

I'm heading down there now.
You say, they?

Him and Mr Keir.
Point-to-point?

Yes. Would you get in
and show us how to get there?

OK.

What are we looking for, sir?

Watch out!

SCREECHING BRAKES

Are you all right?

Yeah.

"In the parade ring, the jockeys
are now mounting their horses...

for the final of this year's South
West Cornwall Hunt Open..."

Are we expecting trouble
in this race?

I'm not sure.

We need to talk to David Penryn,
though.

He's over there.

So are the Tregelleses.
Have you spoken to him?

No, but I wouldn't rule Major
Tregelles out.

There's obviously no love lost
between him and Alex Keir.

Somebody's been settling old scores,
but who or what...I don't know.

So, who last booked the cottage?

A family - Mr and Mrs Baker. They
took it for the whole of this month.

Baker, did you say?
Yes, they paid by cheque.

So did you see them down here much?
No, no.

Our company's based in Camborne.

They picked up the key themselves...
from here.

Not very good security, madam.

We find it quite a good system,
actually.

It saves me running all over
Cornwall on changeover days.

"The runners are on their way up
to the start...

for the final...

Greek Warrior, 4/1, second
favourite,

was an impressive winner last time
round in the qualifiers..."

Gregory Tregelles on Paladin

will be attempting to bring the
trophy home to his father's stables

for a third time."

Will you be much longer?

"They're under starter's orders.
They're off."

"As they start the second circuit.
Greek Warrior on the outside..."

Someone's been mixing their drinks.

It's got Keir's name in it.

Wasn't it blue fibres they found
underneath her fingernails at
the post mortem?

Yup.

"In the final turn towards home,
it's Paladin by two lengths..."

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Yeah.

"Greek Warrior now in the lead..."

Cheers, Lucy.

(WHISPERS)

Keir's coat?

What's he playing at?

Warrior!
Are you all right?

I'm fine, yeah.

"It's Paladin finishing strongly..."

Mr Keir!

Ivy Cottage, Mr Keir, is a holiday
let 40 miles north of Dulverton.

You booked it in the name of Baker,
didn't you?

I've never heard of the place.

No, your coat was found there.
I've told you I lost that coat.

It was stolen from my car.
Did you report it?

No, it was an old thing. What was
the point?

The police never find anything.
Well, we have now,

in the cellar
where your wife was held.

I'll put it to you again, Mr Keir.

Did you kidnap Alison Keir and keep
her in that cellar?

No!
Well, somebody did!

You typed the ransom letters on your
typewriter

and you posted them to yourself,
didn't you?

No, this is ridiculous.
You rigged the death of your wife

to make it look like a car crash,
didn't you?!

I loved Alison. I couldn't have
harmed her, not in a million years.

Somebody killed Alison and then they
tried to kill me in the race.

My stirrup leather had been cut
through. I'd do that myself,
is it what you think?!

I think we should stop here.

Take a break.

Interview suspended -

20:02.

What's happening, sir?
Get in the car, Doug. Let's go.

The car crash, Doug, why was Alison
Keir killed in that way?

I don't know, sir. It was a bit odd
though, wasn't it?

Remember, Alex Keir had a spent
conviction for drunk-driving
eight years ago?

Yeah. I got a collator
up north to look up his card.

Apparently, he and Alison Keir were
involved in a crash,

two people in the other car were
killed - Mr and Mrs Sykes.

Keir got off death by dangerous
driving

on the grounds that...
Yeah,

that he was too drunk to be
deliberately dangerous.

The usual loophole.
Yeah.

But there was a third passenger
in Mr and Mrs Sykes car,

their daughter, Angela. She survived.
And?

Well, she would have been 14
at the time.

22 now.

A young woman.

Go easy on him. He had a hard race
yesterday.

Angela!

Hey, what's going on?

Where's that track go?

Over to Dulverton.

There she is.

Angela Sykes.

You are Angela Sykes, aren't you?

My name is Diana Byrne.

Angela, we have your real passport.

My name is Diana Byrne.

You kidnapped Alison Keir,
didn't you?

Typed the letters,
stole Mr Keir's coat.

Where did you first get involved
with horses?

Diana?

I have a daughter.

She's nearly your age.

She was horse mad when
she was a kid.

Was it the same with you?

Yes.

You were very close to your parents.

How old were you?

14.

We ran off the road.

Go on.

And...

..my mother died in my arms.

And he, Keir,

he lied.

He stood in front of the jury
and he lied.

And they let him go.

Yes, I know.

Him and Alison,
they had their lives.

Everybody forgot about me.

I had nothing.

And that hurt.

I swore then,

I swore they wouldn't get away
with it.

And so you killed Alison Keir,
didn't you, Angela?

And then you tried
to kill her husband,

by cutting the stirrup straps,
that's right, isn't it?

Yes.

It was here, inside,

all the time.

It never went away.

I HATED them.

Greek Warrior.

I'm sorry?

You know, the Trojan horse.

Oh, yeah.

They took it in.

They didn't know.

Inside, just waiting
to destroy them,

like they did to me.

Alison deserved to die.

And he deserved to know what's it
like when the person you love

more than anything else in the
world...

..is taken away from you.

Looking at her, you just wouldn't
think she was capable.

Everybody's capable, Lucy.

That's rule number one.

Carrying round a grudge that deep
for eight years.

You see somebody that close killed in
front of your eyes you don't forget.

Believe me.
How's that, Doug?

Oh, I...

..I had a mate in the Paras,

Ian. He got totally...

..malleted in the Falkland Islands.
And he didn't stand a hope in hell.

And we just stood there...

watched him being butchered.

That's when I jacked in the army,
joined you lot.

But there's all the hullabaloo and
the band...

They didn't bang a triangle

for the boys that came back in boxes,
did they?

It's funny. It's 13 years ago...

..you still rage about it inside.

It's funny, isn't it?

Excuse me.
Simon.

Right, I'll see you back
at the base.

Simon.

OK, Doug. I'll be in the yard.

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