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All right. All right.

Hello? Yeah, all right, Ted.

Yeah, all right. I'll be there in two ticks. Yeah. Bye.

She ain't back. And look, she left the tender.

Ben Tresize?

My name's Walker. My wife uses her own name.

Detective Inspector Lane.

Thanks for coming.

I just need a few details.

Erm... When did your wife leave?

First thing in the morning yesterday.

OK.

And when did she say she'd be back?

Well, she didn't actually tell me she was leaving.

Well, Paula would take the yacht out

the way most people go for an early morning horse ride.

Have you contacted the coastguard?

Yeah. There's been no sightings of the Lone Voyager

and their... radar hasn't picked anything up.

But conditions have been good.

Would you like a cup of tea or something?

Thank you.

Did Paula have her passport with her?

Erm, no. Money? Credit cards?

Not a bean.

But she didn't take the tender,

so she must have expected to return to Penwell Harbour.

Hmm.

Well, if anyone can handle a yacht, I expect Paula Tresize can.

Yeah, quite.

Thanks.

Take a seat. Thank you.

I remember the excitement when she sailed solo around the world.

I was still at college at the time. Were you two married then?

No, we met soon after.

What has she been doing since then? Oh, plenty.

She's just licensed out her name for a new line of sportswear.

And she owns a vegetarian restaurant in St Ives.

Paula never had a problem finding backers

for her multifarious enterprises.

I'm ten years younger than she is. Since you were wondering.

Was I?

Oi. You.

What?

I want a word with you. What's your problem?

Thanks for dropping me in it.

My custody record was correct. I just wrote what happened.

Like hell! You lied through your teeth.

Well, you would say that.

I did nothing wrong, and you know it.

Facts are facts. My record's clean.

What about yours? I can't believe I'm hearing this!

I'm off. And not just for the day. I'm taking early retirement.

They can stuff themselves.

The only one being stuffed round here is me.

Paula leaves the running of the farm to me.

I leave the sailing to her.

You're looking at a landlubber

who married a round-the-world yachtswoman.

I can see you do a good job.

She inherited it from her father.

I'd been hired by him to look after his horses. That's how we met.

It was a tough time. Why?

He died of Alzheimer's disease.

They do say it can be worse for the family than the sufferer.

For Paula to suddenly realise

that the man she most respected in her life

just didn't know her any more was unbearable.

He had to have literally everything done for him.

And then his mind went completely.

But we did what we could.

OK. Well, try not to worry.

We'll circulate Paula as a missing person and...

let's just hope.

All right.

Erm... Thank you.

It's my job.

She can't have got far. Why, cos she didn't take the tender?

Not just that. The Lone Voyager's rudder was damaged.

I meant to fix it. Never got round to it.

How did it get damaged? Somebody had been at it.

Vandalism? Sure enough.

She's the type that has no trouble making enemies.

Did Paula suspect anybody?

She never said.

But she was trying to buy some land a couple of miles inland.

Wanted to make a nature reserve or some daft thing.

Would mean shutting down the local China Clay Drying Plant.

Hmm. That would put a few men out of work, wouldn't it?

Stirred up some strong feelings all right.

Not that that would bother Paula, how headstrong she is.

Where is this plant? Just north of Dratton.

Do you know the China Clay Drying Plant?

Yeah. Owned by the Davis Brothers.

Pair of roughnecks, currently up for GBH.

Some bother with New Age travellers or something.

Did the husband mention anything suspicious?

No. He doesn't actually seem that worried.

He... erm... runs the stud farm.

Leaves the sailing and wheeling and dealing to Paula.

He's, erm... He's quite a charmer.

Right up your street then, eh?

Well, if you've got the time, stay in touch with him.

See what develops.

OK. If you ask me,

she's done a disappearing act to get back in the limelight.

Where's he off to?

Erm... to see Stevens, I think.

I want this despatched immediately. Do you have a moment, sir?

Charles! How are you keeping? I was hoping for a word.

I gather we have a missing celebrity.

You mean Paula Tresize?

We've had the London press onto us. Any developments?

Not yet. I wanted to talk to you about... er... the Kersey case.

I've had a progress report from Supt Le Page.

It looks as if disciplinary charges will be in order.

That could result in his dismissal from the force.

"Oppressive questioning of a suspect."

"Failure to maintain proper records of an interview.

"Failure to provide necessary support to a vulnerable person

"who subsequently committed suicide in his cell.'

If DI Kersey is guilty of any of these charges,

then he should be dismissed.

But none of them can be proved, except one single transgression

that he interviewed a suspect and didn't write up his notes.

OK, Charles. Turn off the flashing light and pull over.

The investigation's ongoing.

I don't expect a full report for some days yet.

Now, about Paula Tresize. What are you doing about finding her?

What would you suggest I do, sir?

You could start by making it look like

we're taking a positive interest.

Yeah. Once I've got something to go on, I'll do that, sir.

No news yet. Oh, God.

It's not a sign of anything.

What is it with him? Does he get a sadistic pleasure

out of keeping me hanging on like this, eh?

Doug.

Le Page hasn't finished the investigation yet.

I know it's asking a lot, but you've got to learn to be patient.

You know these things can take weeks.

Mm. You know Derek Cannon's getting out, don't you?

Stevens wants rid of me too. I'm not his kind of copper.

I'm not his kind of person, full stop.

He's feeling that leg a bit.

All right. Whoa. Whoa.

Leg's all right.

He's all right. Put him in the stable, we'll look on him after.

Hello. Hi.

Any news? No, I'm afraid not.

Do you know anything about some land your wife was trying to buy?

Oh? Why?

Apparently, there was some bad feeling.

We had some hate mail, but surely... Do you still have that?

Yeah. Erm...

The lease held on the land by the China Clay Drying Plant has run out.

Paula wanted to clear the site

and create an otter sanctuary there.

These are nasty. Mm-hm.

Did Paula report this?

No. When you're in the public eye,

that sort of garbage is the price you have to pay.

Do you mind if I take these?

No. There is another letter.

It's in the kitchen. Shall I go and get it?

Thanks.

Mmm. Smells good.

It's Cornish fish soup. Erm...

would you like a taste?

Careful. It's hot.

Mmm, delicious.

You're the first person to taste it.

I'm honoured.

My own variation of a classic recipe.

Which is? Cornish fish soup with lemongrass.

Lemongrass isn't Cornish.

Artistic licence.

Stay for lunch.

I'm afraid I can't.

All right. I must give you the recipe.

Thanks.

"The next time you go sailing, I hope you become fish food."

It's two different handwritings. Two Davis brothers.

Well, there's no proof they damaged the yacht.

Do we have any samples of their handwriting?

Yeah, we've got two written statements

from when they assaulted that New Age traveller.

He got a broken arm and 11 stitches to the head.

The Davises claim they were provoked.

Not a scratch on them, of course.

Let's pay them a visit.

Get those off to the handwriting expert.

And run a check on the prints. Desk-bound, am I?

Our two novices still need an eye kept on them.

I don't know.

They transfer Dixon and Potter to Plymouth

and give us a couple of k...

Well, here they'll be set a good example, won't they?

Sir.

Detective Superintendent Wycliffe.

This is Detective Inspector Lane.

Oh, yeah. What do you lot want now?

Pete Davis?

I'm Ken. Pete's in the dryer.

OK.

Them squatters been whining again?

We're here about Paula Tresize.

That cow.

Pete Davis?

Something I can do for you, my love?

Detective Inspector Lane.

I'm here about Paula Tresize.

Liquid china clay comes down here

from the china clay pit, about three miles away up on the moor.

By gravity. Nothing else, no pumps.

Our great-grandfather put in the pipes that bring it here.

He built them chimneys, the workshops, the lot.

His generation took pride in their work.

Now Paula Tresize wants to tear it all down. And what for?

So that bloomin' otters can frolic here.

When we was lads, there was 400 of us working here,

seven days a week, day and night.

Now we're down to 40, fighting tooth and nail

just to keep the place going.

This is Pete.

Either of you been to Penwell Harbour recently?

What, with our buckets and spades? Or was that Newquay?

Somebody vandalised Paula Tresize's yacht.

Oh, yeah? Poor little Paula (!)

Now, that's criminal damage.

And since she's now missing in it,

it could well prove to be something much more serious.

And there's been hate mail. Upset her, did it?

No, it didn't bother her at all, actually.

It bothers me, though.

Making threats, death threats,

is another very serious offence.

Where were you both last Wednesday?

Here. All day.

SIREN

What do we have, Cyril? A woman.

I'd say late 30s to mid-40s.

Does she look like Paula Tresize to you?

A little difficult to tell, with that amount of damage.

Hair looks right.

Shot at close range with both barrels of a shotgun.

Here? No. Up there.

We found a shoe that appears to be the victim's.

Looks as though she held up her hands

to shield herself as she was shot.

And then she was pushed over the cliff?

Or fell.

And it appears the assailant came down and concealed the body.

Any footprints, tyre marks?

Oh, nothing. Well, it's been raining cats and dogs.

And elephants, probably, by the way things are all churned up here.

The er... dumper trucks.

Murder weapon? Nothing so far.

Any identification? No.

OK.

Once she's in the morgue, I'll try and get her identified.

Is this pit in regular use?

No. It's been out of use for over six months.

Only opened it up again this week.

So whoever put that body there didn't expect it to be found.

Do the Davis brothers come here often?

Can't keep them away. Always after a chat and a moan with the lads.

They must have known this pit was going to be reopened.

Not really. Head office only decided at the weekend.

OK, thanks for that.

So neither of you saw anything or heard anything?

Times is 'ard, but we still got to get home to kip.

Either of you own a shotgun?

We got licences. Where do you store your guns?

In the end cupboard there.

You keep those in here?

It's crawling with fat, juicy pheasants round here.

That should be kept locked.

We'll take them in. Let Forensic have a look at them.

You won't be leaving the area, will you?

As if us could afford a holiday.

We hated the old cow but we didn't do her in.

Who?

Paula Tresize.

Who said anything about the dead woman being Paula Tresize?

So why are you suspecting us, then?

Should I suspect you?

You won't catch us shedding no tears for her,

but that ain't the same as murder.

I did hear something. Which night was this?

Ooh. Middle of the week, maybe two or three nights ago.

I remember it cos she was out of it. No, I weren't.

You're always out of it when you get your giro.

Um, what did you hear?

It sounded like a gunshot. Really late. From over there.

From the direction of the clay pit?

What time was this? About two in the morning.

Did you see anyone? Nah, I was kipped in the van.

But I heard a motor coming up the lane, sounded...

It was a lorry.

What?

Exactly the same kind of lorry those Davis animals drive.

Drop it! They're checking out a murder here.

I suppose they ain't threatening to murder us the whole time!

Making false statements to the police is a very serious offence.

Jumped a totally harmless guy collecting firewood

and put him into hospital, they did.

It sounded like a diesel. Four-wheel drive. Maybe a Range Rover.

I'm afraid I should warn you, she's quite damaged.

Until this moment, I never believed that Paula might be dead and...

It's OK. It's OK.

Are you ready?

Yeah.

No. It's not Paula.

Thank you, Ben.

I think I know who that was.

She looked like Paula's doctor.

Her name's Joanna Harris, General Practitioner.

She was originally from Wales.

45 years of age and unmarried.

Dr Harris insisted on a view of the river.

Is this her furniture? No, these flats come furnished.

What happened to Dr Harris' personal belongings?

Shipped out last weekend. Where to?

Canada. She was just about to emigrate there.

I dropped her deposit back round two days ago, but she weren't here.

The place was freezing. She must already have been...

Funny, it felt ominous.

Did she get many visitors?

No.

Boyfriends? None that I ever saw.

A couple of months ago, I popped round in the afternoon

to unblock the sink.

She had the chain on the door and wouldn't let me in.

She was wearing a dressing gown.

Goodness (!)

Perhaps she just felt under the weather?

She looked right caught out to me.

And I could hear someone using the shower.

Perhaps she'd left the shower running.

After she shut the door on me,

I heard her say to someone, "He's gone".

Did you hear another voice?

As I was driving away, I noticed a Range Rover at the end of the lane.

Can you remember the colour?

Dark green, I think.

Paula Tresize owns a dark green Range Rover.

I've found it!

It's a nice piece. Gold embossed.

Looks like it's been kept in perfect working order up till now.

Mm, agreed. I'd hazard a guess

that it dates from between 1890 and 1900.

Well, Doug, go and see if the serial number was ever logged with us.

I'll give it a go, but these old weapons

are handed down through the family, they never get registered.

Oh, yeah, and Joanna Harris shipped her belongings to Canada,

so... get someone to chase up all the shipping firms.

Right. I'll put the two kids onto it.

Would you like to guess as to the time of the murder?

I knew you'd ask that, Charles.

No, thank you. No, this has been a great help. Yeah. Bye.

Any joy, Sally? Not yet, sir.

No, sir. The shotgun, sir.

The serial number was never logged.

But I've just been on the phone to an antique gun dealer in Plymouth.

There were only five of these ever manufactured,

and he knew one person who had one.

Paula Tresize's father.

Could Paula Tresize be capable of murder?

Yeah. It's definitely Paula's. She kept it after her father died.

I didn't even notice it was missing. But then again, I never used it.

Paula used it? Yeah. Whenever she'd had a hard day,

she'd like nothing better than to go outside and blast away.

Just at clay pigeons, I hope.

Well, yeah. I... I didn't mean...

Where does she keep the ammunition?

In the drawer there.

There's two missing.

Paula must've started a new box. We'll take these in.

Ben, it's possible that Paula's gun was used to kill Joanna Harris.

No, that's not possible. Paula would never have done that.

Were Paula and Joanna Harris close?

Close? What do you mean, close?

Were they especially friendly?

They had a perfectly normal doctor-patient relationship.

Yes. Detective Constable Fincham, South West Constabulary.

I'm running a check on a Dr Joanna Harris

who recently shipped her belongings to Canada.

You recall the name?

Yeah. Yeah, that's right. Penwell, Cornwall.

I see. Sir?

Yeah.

Such a tragedy.

How often did Paula Tresize visit Dr Harris?

No more than usual. Twice in the last six months.

When was the last time?

Oh, three weeks ago.

No, that's wrong.

Paula Tresize didn't come here, Joanna went out to her.

Was that an emergency call-out?

No, we don't put those in this book. So, why did she...?

If one of the doctors arranges to pay a home visit to a patient,

it usually means they have something serious to discuss.

Any idea what? Certainly not.

But do you have Paula Tresize's files are here?

No, they would be kept in Joanna's surgery.

Was Joanna seeing anyone?

I never saw her with anybody,

but once or twice I heard her on the phone,

arranging to meet somebody at her flat.

Whoever it was, they certainly seemed to raise her spirits.

She'd be walking on air for the rest of the day.

Did you catch a name? Who she was speaking to?

No.

Was it a man or woman?

Well, one assumes it was a man, doesn't one?

But I never actually heard the voice at the other end.

PHONE RINGS

Surgery.

Yes, just a moment. It's for you.

Oh, thank you.

Er, we've got something interesting here.

We got a hold of the shipping company Joanna Harris was using.

So, where are her things?

Don't ask. Could be en route to Rotterdam by now.

But she wasn't shipping her gear to Canada.

She was shipping it to New Zealand.

I see.

OK. Thanks, Doug. Good work.

Did you know Joanna Harris was moving abroad?

Yes, to Canada.

What's this?

It's a database for doctors, linked to the internet.

Joanna was always using it to double-check every diagnosis.

The senior doctors in the practice didn't really approve.

That's funny.

Paula Tresize's file is here, but all her case notes are missing.

The handwriting expert came back. He's confirmed it was the Davis boys

behind the hate mail to Paula Tresize.

Mm-hm. The Davises may connect to Paula,

but it's Joanna Harris that's the murder victim.

And we don't have any tangible link between them and her, do we?

No. Joanna, she is er...

..single, lonely.

She's telling everyone she's emigrating to Canada

when in fact she's going to New Zealand.

So how does she connect to Paula?

Rich, successful local celebrity, married to somebody half her age.

Why would somebody murder a doctor?

Don't shoot the messenger.

I'm sorry?

The divers who found it didn't look inside.

So we've got a police diving team standing by to do a proper search.

OK? Yeah.

You don't have to come out with us, you know.

No. I want to do this.

There's nobody on board, but I found this deck shoe.

What are the chances of finding a body?

Unlikely. The current from here goes straight into the Irish Sea.

I'm sorry, Ben.

Joanna Harris visited Paula three weeks ago at your house.

Why'd she do that?

It was in the appointments book at Dr Harris' surgery.

I have no idea.

If you're running Ben home... I know. Ask him about Dr Harris.

And her relationship with Paula. Yeah.

You remind me of Paula. A battler in a man's world.

Yeah, well... I do tend to put work first.

That's what attracted me to her.

Her determination, her self-motivation.

Marriage to her has been a roller coaster.

Did you know... Joanna Harris well?

No. Hardly at all.

When was the last time you spoke to her?

She called me about a month ago. Said she was concerned about Paula.

About her health? About her mental health.

She was worried that Paula was on the verge of some kind of breakdown.

She'd been working round the clock.

Trying to buy the land for the otter sanctuary

had turned into a major headache.

She was becoming a little strained.

Even, erm... irrational.

In what way?

Well, she would flare up over nothing.

Which wasn't like her.

Lucy...

..you've been such a help to me throughout all of this,

I was wondering, would it be... CHUCKLES SOFTLY

..permissible for you and I to have dinner together?

That sounds very formal.

Well, because of your position, I don't know how else to put it.

Ben...

What about Paula?

I just need a shoulder to lean on, Lucy, that's all.

That would be very nice.

Perhaps... when this is all over.

All right.

Thank you.

I just heard from the salvage team.

It looks like the yacht was deliberately scuttled.

Sir, um...

I think I should tell you.

I think Ben just asked me to have dinner with him.

Think you're in too deep? No, no.

I just find that kind of behaviour very disturbing.

You know, so soon after Paula's disappearance.

What's all this?

It's the print-out of the all enquiries

Joanna Harris made to the Medifile database.

Got anything?

On the morning before she visited Paula Tresize,

she made an enquiry about Alzheimer's disease.

Paula Tresize's father died from Alzheimer's disease.

PHONE RINGING DC Miller.

Right. Thanks.

Joanna Harris' belongings have arrived, sir.

Good work. All of you.

I hear Paula Tresize's yacht turned up.

But no body.

Looks like she murdered her GP

and then sailed away, intending to end it all.

Did you want to talk to me about DI Kersey, sir?

You've er... seen the campaign in the local press?

Yes.

I've asked Supt Le Page

to conclude her investigation as soon as possible.

When I forward the report to the Police Complaints Authority,

I intend to recommend disciplinary charges.

Kersey's a good copper.

He deserves better than that.

Even if Kersey was an exemplary police officer,

it wouldn't make the slightest difference.

This is about how the police service is perceived.

So we could end up sacrificing a good man just to clean up our image?

A suspect died while in the custody of my force.

The buck stops here, Charles.

I think it now stops with DI Kersey, doesn't it, sir?

Sergeant Cannon's story conflicts with Doug Kersey's.

Only one of them could be telling the truth.

Or neither.

As you know, we got rid of Sergeant Cannon.

I want to suspend DI Kersey from duty

while the charges are considered. With respect, sir,

the charges against Kersey do not warrant suspension.

Hasn't he been put through enough?

What DI Kersey is going through is irrelevant.

QUIETLY: Doug! What are you doing? What?

The boss is in with Stevens a long time, isn't he?

Come on.

Sir, you order this? Yes, Max. Thank you.

That's great.

Well, at least she had some fond memories of Cornwall.

Look at this.

This is Ben's recipe for Cornish fish soup with lemongrass.

It's a little charm number he pulls.

He told me this recipe was unique.

So unique he'd already given it to Joanna Harris.

He probably even cooked it for her.

Well, it appears Ben's not all he seems.

There was nothing on him at CRO,

so I got onto Plymouth, where he grew up.

Got a file here, it says, "He had a tough childhood.

"He was born in Devonport. Single mother was an alcoholic.

"He was dumped in children's homes from the age of nine.

"He ran off and was listed as an absconder more than once

"with the local..."

Can we have a quick word, Doug?

Yes, sir.

There's more. I'm expecting a telephone call, OK?

OK.

I've always tried to play it fair,

play it straight, by the book -

my book, sometimes, I know - but one little oversight,

and I have been done up like a kipper.

Never, ever prejudge a verdict, Doug.

Who needs to prejudge? It's blood they're after, isn't it?

It can go either way.

You have to pull yourself together. Hang on in there.

Hang on to what, though?

The thing is, Doug, the press have got Stevens rattled.

DOUGH CHUCKLES

He wanted to suspend you for the duration.

I got him to change his mind,

I told him you were doing a first class job, and you are.

And that you're needed round here. Now show him I was right.

I appreciate that, thanks.

Thank you.

Right.

That call just came through, Doug. Yeah?

While in his teens, Ben shacked up with a rich foster mother.

Her relatives kicked up a stink

over a bequest she subsequently left him.

Their relationship had already been considered questionable.

Where did this come from?

Came out at the inquest. Into her death.

What?

She apparently drowned while on holiday with Ben in Corfu.

They'd gone for a romantic little midnight dip together.

No witnesses.

Tell us about when Paula's father had Alzheimer's.

Well, you can't imagine how difficult it was for her.

She couldn't communicate with him.

And she had to spoon-feed him like a baby, three times a day.

I see.

Was Paula ever suicidal?

No. Never.

Yet she behaved like somebody who intended to end it all.

Sailing away like that.

She may even have scuttled the boat herself.

Why would she want to kill herself?

What if she believed she, too, had Alzheimer's?

Why would she think that?

Perhaps somebody gave her the wrong information.

We've just been to see Paula's solicitor, Ben.

He told us that before Paula disappeared,

she signed all her assets over to you?

Yeah. Well, Paula was worried that she'd over-reached herself,

and this was her way of protecting her assets from her creditors.

Rubbish.

Paula's business interests were booming.

You see, if Paula did believe she had Alzheimer's,

that would've been the logical thing to have done.

Sign everything over to you

before she became too ill to manage her own affairs.

Well, you've lost me completely.

All right.

CLEARS THROAT

Dr Harris appears to have been a...

..lonely and an insecure woman.

What if she came under the influence of a strong-willed person?

Say a man she was having an affair with. Someone...

..forceful and... charming.

Like yourself, Ben.

Me?! Mm.

Someone she believed she was going to start a new life with.

In New Zealand.

SIGHS

As if I'd settle down with Joanna.

How dare you.

My wife might be dead

and you've come here to accuse me of having an affair.

How dare you. Get out!

You too, Lucy. Get out.

Detective Inspector Lane to you.

Whatever!

CLEARS THROAT

I presume Paula was a strong swimmer.

Don't answer that.

Can we just check something? Certainly.

That orange thing, you know,

that windcheater Paula was wearing in the photo...

ALL SHOUTING

What do you think you're doing?!

Hey! What do you think you're doing?!

We want them off of here once and for all!

There are legal ways of doing that.

Yeah, if you've got all the time in the world.

Better that than ending up in jail! Who'd run your business then?

And we just put up with them squatting here?

Until this is legally resolved, yes!

You've got to learn to be tolerant.

Whose side is he on, eh? Come on.

Excuse me! Excuse me. Where did you get this from?

Get off of me. Tell her!

I ain't telling them nothing.

She got it from her.

Paula Tresize.

The nights were the worst.

This stranger that my father had become

would rant and rave

in the darkness for hours.

How could I face that?

So you took the yacht out, then you scuttled her.

But I wasn't ready to...

So I swam ashore and tagged along with the travellers.

Most of them are running away from something, too.

I just want to be left in peace.

I don't want anybody I know to watch me lose my mind,

or try to stop me when it's time to...

You don't have Alzheimer's, Paula.

But I get clumsy, I forget things.

That was your imagination.

You really mean I... I...

I don't? Definitely not.

Joanna Harris lied to you.

Dr Harris didn't tell me, Ben did. Ben did?

Well, Dr Harris was with him. She was very nervous.

Well, she knew she was throwing her career away.

KNOCK ON DOOR

We got Ben Walker, sir.

Oi! Doug!

All right.

We I him up trying to board the Plymouth-Roscoff ferry.

SIGHS

Your husband's under arrest, Paula.

For the murder of Joanna Harris.

She's been murdered?! By Ben?!

No!

Did Ben often use your Range Rover?

You don't have to answer that.

Did you know he was seeing Joanna Harris?

What are you getting at?

Ben persuaded Joanna Harris to lie to you about having Alzheimer's.

He knew that it would have an effect on you.

Why on earth would Ben do that?

He wanted your money. That's not true.

It cannot be true.

Of course it isn't true.

After you sailed away,

somebody drove Joanna Harris up to the China Clay pit

and killed her, using your father's shotgun.

So you think that's why Ben did...

No.

You're absolutely wrong. This is absurd.

Did Ben ever use the gun?

Yes. I gave it to him.

I don't like guns. So what?

He only used them to shoot clay pigeons.

We have a very strong case against your husband, Paula.

No way. Now, you listen to me.

Unless you stop this nonsense immediately,

and withdraw this ridiculous charge against Ben,

I shall go straight to your superiors, do you understand?

I don't think you clearly appreciate who you are dealing with here.

Now, don't worry.

I'll get you a lawyer. The best there is.

You'll need it.

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