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Thank you.

Who's there?

Show yourself, come on!

Squad will move to the left in file.

Left turn.

Double time. On the spot.

Quick. March.

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right. Get those bloody knees up.

want to see bruises on your chins.

Where's Matheson?

The lost sergeant. One of these bugs sergeant. Where I find him is in the

Right. On me.

Five mile run.

By the right.

Quick. March.

Left, right, left, right. Come on, you Jesse's. Run.

I hate these things.

Take a seat.

Your annual appraisal.

Your notice of marching low in judgment.

It's Matheson.

Who said you could stop running? Move!

War.

How can that be a four?

That's my opinion.

I've been getting results.

Come on, Robbie, more through luck than judgement.

This is going to kill my promotion chances.

There'll be other reports.

Aye.

Next year.

And then what?

It's up to you, isn't it?

Buck.

Oh, lover, too.

Must have failed his M .O .T.

I'd appreciate it if you'd get your noses out of my business.

All right, stop what you're doing.

Young boys died at Shotston Army Barracks. It seems like suicide.

The army wants us to take a look.

I thought the army ran its own show.

Current climate. We want it all out in the open.

Ah, publicity exercise.

We treat it like any other investigation.

We've got to move on, sir. This is a police investigation.

There's no reason to come up here other than to jump.

Unless he was pushed.

He never proved that with forensics.

Broken neck, consistent with the fall.

No other suspicious signs in the body. Looks like he jumped or fell.

What about the angle of the body?

Could he have come off the top backwards or forwards?

He may have twisted in the air, sir. You can't really tell.

Let's get people talking and see if we can put a human face to this guy.

I'm sure you're all aware of the delicate nature of this incident.

The kind of thing the press would go to town on.

We're not here for a whitewash, Major Wishaw.

We expect full cooperation plus access to everyone in the camp.

You'll find we have nothing to hide.

Looks like the young lad killed himself.

That'll be for us to decide.

I'd like to think we can organise this affair without resorting to petty point

scoring. Let me remind you, Major, it was your superior... We're just here.

jobs, Major, will be gone before you know it.

Thank you, Inspector.

I'll have one of our men escort you. The camp is an omniscient site.

Several areas are out of bounds.

He was in the mess about five o 'clock.

Sat with Private Fowler.

I never saw him after that.

And this morning?

I didn't notice.

I'm on automatic pilot in the mornings.

How well did you know him?

The two of you close?

Not really.

No closer than anyone else.

Did you ever go for a beer?

Socialise outside of this place?

No.

Matheson, he kind of kept to himself.

This is his bunk and this is his locker.

Has anything been touched?

No. He was totally up for you guys.

News bed hasn't been slept in.

He wasn't in it this morning, no.

Jackie.

Tharn may have already informed his parents.

All right, I suppose.

Obsessed with training.

A bit boring.

Boring.

Straight -laced. Not a lot of laughs.

So you weren't his girlfriend, then?

Did he have one?

Yeah. With Susie.

Susie?

His beloved assault rifle.

We just sat down together.

And, um... He just left after we'd finished eating.

Did he tell you where he was going?

No, he just said he was going to write some letters.

Who to?

Probably his mum.

He wrote home all the time.

Was he homesick?

Maybe he missed his mum.

And you never saw him again?

No.

Would you say he suffered from depression?

I wouldn't know.

You'd have to ask Sergeant Ken about that.

Nobody seems to have seen Matheson after he left the mess at about 6pm

yesterday. Do you have any idea where he might have gone?

His time was his own after 1600.

I never saw the laddie all night.

You have a punishment system here for the trainees.

We need to have discipline.

And was Matheson on the receiving end of that?

Look, let's get one thing clear.

I have a job to do.

which is to turn a bunch of adolescents into fighters.

Now, that has to involve discipline.

You can't do it any other way.

Well, nobody's blaming you, Sergeant.

A lot of the kids never make it.

They're just no made of the right stuff.

Matheson was one of them.

They see the glamorous TV adverts and they come here looking for the good

And what do they expect?

Ibiza?

Exactly.

What they don't advertise is...

A soldier has to be a special kind of animal.

Because at some point, he'll be faced with killing another

human being.

That's what I have to make them.

And it's no bloody picnic.

So you reckon Matheson couldn't handle the pressure?

Sometimes the pressure drives them over the edge.

It's a shame, but it harms.

Nothing we can do about it.

Well, thanks for your honesty, Sergeant.

Well, no here to suck up to the army.

That's better than getting their backs up.

And that's what I do, is it?

Well, you're not exactly known for your restraint.

So, young boy, in over his head, can't handle the pressure, cracks up, takes

own life.

You don't sound convinced.

I never like it when things are this easy.

One thing that struck me, his laces.

What about them?

The boys' boot laces?

He took them out and cleaned them.

And does that know what they teach them here?

Well, boots, maybe, but cleaning laces? A bit anal, don't you think?

Oh, maybe, but that's the way they're trained to be.

So he's saying it's suicide, then?

No, not yet.

You and Jackie go and talk to his parents.

You can imagine the state they're in.

Yeah, well, just a few questions. We'll be quick.

I'd give them a bit more time, you know. You won't get any sense out of them

now. Can I ask who you are exactly?

Army counsellor.

I'm a trained psychologist. It's my job to offer family support in times like

these. So when would be a good time to speak to them?

I'd try again tomorrow.

Bullet entered from the front. Single shot as far as I can see.

Powder residue?

None. The bullet came from a distance.

Doesn't sound very burglary or breaking.

Brill cream.

Best suit.

Looks like he was getting ready for a night out.

He was facing the window when he was shot.

Seems likely.

Directly opposite a multi -storey car park.

Is he watching out for somebody?

Taxi, maybe.

Sir?

Through here?

Ex -army?

Short was probably fired from this position, sir.

Single shot from this distance.

Right between the eyes.

Professional. Come on, try it, maybe.

The cleaner gave Jackie the address of a drinking buddy.

Retired army major, Jock Spence.

Go with her. Have a word with him.

So what did he mark you down on?

Would you believe poor judgment?

I mean, who's here to judge anybody?

Think he's been unfair?

The man's a dinosaur.

He just doesn't understand the way I get results.

No joy with Docherty's army records.

Confidential, secure sites.

So how do we get at them?

There's a number we can try.

All right, get me a name. Somebody high up.

Oh, he did have a taxi booked to take him to an ex -army club.

According to them.

He was supposed to meet Jock Spence.

Dead?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

What can you tell us about him?

Well, this is all a bit of a shock.

I mean, how did he... You knew him well.

Of course. We met up every week for a pint.

Why are the police involved?

The death is suspicious.

I'm not sure how much I'm allowed to say.

Allowed? Many things are considered confidential.

You understand?

You've retired from the army.

Five years.

So you won't be bound by any army restrictions.

It's not as simple as that.

I'd have to check.

Make some phone calls.

Ballistics confirm that the bullet was shot from the distance, consistent with

the scene.

The killer was a crack shot. Knew what he was doing.

Professional? Possibly.

Let's just say well -trained. And the gun?

Rifle. SA -80. Standard army issue.

I've been advised not to say anything.

By who?

A high -ranking officer.

Name? Can't say.

You realise you're deliberately obstructing our inquiries, don't you?

Which is an offence.

I'm aware of that, yes.

But I'm acting under orders.

You're not even in the army.

OK, Mr Spence.

You've just earned yourself a wee trip.

We have two deaths.

One a possible suicide, the other a professional hit.

Both victims from the army.

Doherty was shot with a standard -issue army rifle.

Now, I've tried to get hold of his records. The army refused to hand them

Shutting down on us.

Maybe the deaths are unconnected.

Well, that's possible, but it would have to be a hell of a coincidence.

What about this retired major you brought in?

Major James Joke Bain. You think he knows something?

Yeah, I'm certain of it.

So how do we get him to talk?

I think I saw a way in.

If my judgement's to be trusted, that is.

Right, Jackie, get over to Matheson's parents.

See if they've ever heard of Doherty.

Take the Major to the interview room.

Jackie. A minute.

I suppose you've heard about Robbie.

Yeah, he mentioned something.

And I suppose you think I'm being unfair.

Well, you have to call it like you see it.

Exactly.

Do you think you're being unfair?

No. No, I think I made an honest judgment.

Well, then.

Well, you know I always try to be fair.

Yeah, of course.

Right.

So you knew Mr. Daugherty well.

No comment.

He meant for a drink every week.

I knew him, yes.

Worked with him?

No comment.

Which means we can assume that you're dead.

Your assumption.

Were you afraid of Jock?

Afraid? I can see it in your eyes.

Something got you scared.

Maybe we can help.

I'm not afraid of anything.

Let me show you something.

Clean hit.

Your friend was taken out by a professional.

I wouldn't want this guy coming after me.

We worked together.

Me and Jimmy.

I was his commanding officer, training new recruits.

Jimmy was... well...

He was a hard man.

Used to drive the trainees to their limits.

I never realised half of what was going on until it was too late.

That's the reason we were both offered retirement.

The powers were afraid of the adverse publicity.

So maybe an ex -trainee's been the grudge?

Maybe.

But it could be any one of hundreds.

Where was it you and Jimmy worked?

Shotston Training Camp.

So you reckon Spence thought he was next for the bullet?

Yeah, there was just something about him that I went for.

Just a guess, then.

More luck than judgement.

He was found dead in his room this morning by the cleaner.

How did it happen?

We think he was professionally killed.

You, er, you don't seem surprised.

That did happen sometime.

I'm just surprised it took so long.

He was a hard, ruthless man.

Didn't he go out of his way to be liked?

Gave the trainees a hard time.

Putting it mildly.

He thought if he could break somebody, they wouldn't make it as a soldier.

And he broke plenty.

How do you know this?

He trained me.

Tried to break me.

I came through.

Jimmy made me what I am today.

He's a pal of yours.

Jimmy never had any pals.

And what about enemies?

Just about everyone he ever trained.

Inspector Ross?

I was just wondering what was happening with Marston.

What do you think?

Well, I mean, what he decided, is it a suicide?

Do you get any reason to think anything different?

No.

It just doesn't make any sense.

We don't understand it.

We always wanted you to be a soldier, ever since you was wee.

What we want to know is what you lot are going to do about our boy.

Show them the letters.

Did Alan ever mention feeling depressed?

Just look at the letters.

There's more than 30 in there.

Which one's that?

He was running a race.

And he won.

I was always winning races.

He came top at most things.

We thought he reckoned he'd pass out as the top trainee.

That's what we don't understand.

You can see for yourself.

Yeah.

According to these, he was having the time of his life.

Just finished a three -day training exercise in the Hebrides.

Hellish weather, but loved every minute of it.

He doesn't sound like a depressive.

Maybe just put on a brave face for Mammy and Daddy.

Maybe he's telling the truth.

We need to get a clearer picture of this lad.

7am sharp, we're back at the barracks.

Look,

Robbie.

Tried calling him, there was no answer.

Oh, I'm no surprise.

Morning, sir.

Yeah, I hope you don't mind me starting without you.

Just get on with it.

Private Lombard here has confirmed that Matheson did well in the races.

You never mentioned that the last time.

You never asked me about it last time.

You described him as an obsessive.

He was.

You said he'd no friends.

He didn't.

Some night last night, some of my mates smuggled in a couple of crates.

Mates.

Well, I can't say what goes on in the mail barracks.

Yeah, according to your statement, he said he was in ten.

That's right.

What did you mean by that?

Just, um, a bit of a loner.

Never really knew what was going on with him.

Well, he wrote more than 30 letters to his parents, telling them how much he

enjoying his time here.

He was a good soldier.

Was there anything in particular bothering him?

Well, if there was, he didn't say.

You told us Matheson couldn't cut it.

That was my opinion.

And yet he was winning these races and coming out on top most of the time.

That's just not true.

He's been exaggerating.

You must keep some kind of a record here of trainees' progress.

We do, but confidential for obvious reasons.

So where's the harm in letting us see Matheson's report?

Strict army policy, I'm sorry.

You mean you're shutting down on us?

We have nothing to hide.

If you've nothing to hide, sir, then you won't mind me moving in for a few days.

as an observer.

What exactly would that achieve?

Well, the motive for the suicide is under question now. Without a motive, we

can't sign off on this.

Like I say, we have nothing to hide.

They'll put on a front.

You'll get to see nothing.

Might get a chance to work on some of the trainees.

Listen, you don't have to go proving yourself because of one bad report.

What's going on here? Do you mean are we trying to find out what it is?

I did some digging.

I came across some records of official complaints against Doherty.

These are newspaper articles from around the time he retired.

None of the claims came to anything, but I found the name of four trainees

amongst the articles.

One of them's dead.

One's away on active duty.

He's been away for six months, which leaves two unaccounted for.

Ex -private Tommy Rowan and Sharon McDermott.

Very good.

Concrete leads.

Better than some half -assed stab in the dark.

I still think it'd be a good idea to get someone on the inside, boy.

On the inside?

Robbie wants to play a soldier.

Actually, Robbie wants to catch a killer, which he thought was part of the

description.

You do what you want.

Is that Sharon McDermott?

Hi, this is DC Fraser, Strathclyde Police.

I'm just wondering, are you the Sharon McDermott that used to be an army

trainee?

Someone's a bit phone -shy.

Do we have a clue?

Just what's on the electoral register.

What can we expect to find here, Ross?

I expect to find out why one of your top recruits decided to kill himself.

I could save you a lot of bother. The letters he wrote were full of bullshit.

Well, he seemed to have all the answers to everything.

So why would he lie?

Why would the letters lie?

Now, listen up, smart -arse.

Don't fanny about, because I can see right through you.

I don't like what I see.

See if I can rely on your cooperation, then.

You can sleep here.

This was Matheson's bunk.

We like to keep things ship -shape here.

I'll get one of the trainees to show you how.

Oh,

you bummy.

That's what you wear to your dance class.

I hope you remembered your hair gel.

Oh, just check.

Her name's Sharon McDermott.

McDermott? Ring the bell.

Well, the papers ran a story about her. She was complaining about Mr Doherty.

Oh, that's right.

We got a lot of that.

Kids fail the training, blame anything but themselves.

The papers were always keen to encourage them.

So there was nothing behind the complaint?

The usual thing.

It's not fair.

I was ill -treated, etc.

The army has its own system for dealing with complaints.

Yet they never seem to want to use it.

No money in it, you see.

Do you remember what Sharon looked like?

Like a thousand other trainees, I'd imagine.

How would I remember that?

Kent said someone would show me how you do these beds.

How about you?

So, um, what are you doing here?

I just, uh, wanted to find out what sort of things Matheson had to deal with.

The coin test.

You should be able to bounce the coin off the bed.

Oh, yes.

Okay.

How's that?

Tighter?

Stand by, son.

Might take your eye out.

Are you still using rubber sheets?

That's the joke, Fowler.

Nothing, Salton.

Nothing?

You get what they do to folks that laugh at nothing, Fowler?

No, Salton.

Now, lock them up, Fowler! Yes, Salton. Sorry, Salton.

Listen, it was my fault I made him laugh.

Next time you feel like laughing, you just remember that.

Yes, Sergeant.

Go on, you clean up.

He's a barrel of laughs.

Found the other ex -trainee, Tommy Rowan. Lives in London, been there for

months. I got the Met to check his alibi.

Stands up.

Sian McDermott, she wasn't at home.

We're not even sure if she lives there.

You talked to the Major?

Yeah, he remembers, Sharon.

I got the feeling he was being evasive.

Maybe he's more involved with Doherty than he's letting on.

Yeah, well, if that's the case, it could be a potential target.

See, I can understand the likes of McDermott having a grievance, but why

till now for revenge?

Maybe she's just finally cracked.

Well, try her again anyway.

Sir?

What's happening with Robbie?

Who the hell would I know?

I'll just keep chasing you, Sean.

What do yous all do with your time off?

Is this an exclusive vow of silence, or can anyone join in?

On your feet!

Five -mile run!

What are you doing?

Five -mile run.

This doesn't apply to you.

Applied to Matheson.

applies to me.

Right. Not wit!

And I'm timing you!

Not you, Fowler.

Oh, I'll work with you.

Tell us what happened to you when you were a trainee.

Nothing happened to me.

That's not what you told the press.

I was young and stupid.

Wiser now.

So Doherty never ill -treated you?

No more than anybody else.

Why did you run away?

Because I knew what you wanted, and I didn't want to talk about it.

How did you know what we wanted?

I read about Doherty in the paper.

I knew you'd come after me.

Sharon, did the army ever train you to use a firearm?

I never shot Doherty, if that's what you mean. But you know how to use a rifle.

Haven't touched one in five years.

So is this the sort of run that Matheson used to win?

Come on, folks, you can talk to me.

The kid's way back.

Why would I want to talk to you?

Oh, why not?

What is it you're scared of?

You and those shorts.

Timed on the last man in.

Unacceptable. Eh?

Another five miles.

Thanks a lot.

You want to get them another five miles?

What did we get from McDermott? Did you fill in there?

She's not saying much. We think she's scared. Of what?

I think she's avoiding what went on when she was a trainee.

We'll see about that.

Come on.

All right, Sharon.

Tell us about Doherty.

Nothing to tell.

We know there is, so let's hear it.

If you already know, why do you need me to tell you?

Don't piss me around!

Now, we can have this done and dusted in ten minutes, or we can do it the hard

way. What are you going to do?

Beat me up?

Is that what Doherty did?

You should be in the army.

They're all bullies like you.

Like Doherty? At least he knew he was a bully.

That went well.

Give me a search warrant for her place.

And check up on Spence.

All out.

Time to the last man in.

Better.

Get yourself some proper kit, boy.

You look a bloody disgrace.

Lombard, get your arse down and I won't shoot it.

Come on, shift yourself.

Shift yourself.

There's no more of the country.

No, soldier.

Wake up.

You can't.

That's right.

You were in charge of Allen.

Sorry about what happened.

Golden action. I could have lived with that.

But suicide.

I did everything I could for him.

Then what about us?

What are you going to do for us?

Tell us what really happened. The truth.

It's in the hands of the Polish man.

What did you do to him? What did you do to him?

Tell me!

Tell me! That's enough.

Hey, you'll pay for what you did.

The lot of you.

You hear me? You'll pay for this.

We'll have to report this, Sergeant. No, just leave it.

is entitled.

You don't often see a hit woman.

Well, male or female, the bullet still goes at the same speed.

I mean, she is army trained.

Who was the boss saying to you earlier?

Not quite sure that I know.

Was that about Robbie?

I think he's worried that we might think he's being unfair.

And is he?

Not on purpose, no.

Just doesn't like change.

Do you think he's trying to keep Robbie where he is?

Yeah, maybe.

But I wouldn't like to be the one to tell him.

Let's take a wee look around.

I think there's something over there.

Stuart, get down!

What is it?

I'm not sure.

Somebody's been here.

I thought you two were keeping an eye on him.

Look, it happened in a flash, sir. There was nothing we could do.

Same as before?

Definitely. Single shot, right between the eyes.

What's with the gun?

Still fully loaded. Must have been for protection.

He was expecting it.

Right, Terry?

You know, I'm getting sick of talking to myself.

I think you lot know much more than you'll let on.

I told you everything I know.

You told me nothing.

I shouldn't even be talking to you. Why?

Because I can't tell you not to.

You got a spare cigarette, mate?

Let a can go with Matheson.

Kent's not exactly keen on smart arses.

He was full of himself.

I thought he was the bee's knees.

Got right up Kent's nose.

It's a punishment.

It's solitary.

No one's supposed to know.

What about Wishaw?

If he does, he's turned a blind eye.

Where is it?

Clearing in the woods.

You spend much time there?

Some.

What about Matheson?

You seem to rub Cain up the wrong way.

Could that have fed his depression?

Well, he'd try it.

It was like a time, a day.

You start imagining stupid stuff.

You start seeing things.

It drives you mad.

Mad enough to want to kill yourself?

Crossed my mind a couple of times.

Aye, everything's very neat and tidy.

Some of that army training must have rubbed off.

How long was Sharon McDermott actually in the army? About two years.

Well, if she is in possession of a firearm, she's not going to be dumb

leave it here.

Exactly.

You want to explain these to us, Sharon?

I don't want to see them.

Who are the men in the photos?

Doherty?

Spence? Were these taken when you were a trainee?

I don't want him looking at them.

Tell me about the photographs.

Why did you keep them?

I didn't keep them.

No, I don't understand.

It never happened.

But that's you in the photograph.

Nothing.

She's in some kind of denial. It's like she's refusing to face it.

Job for a shrink.

No. I think we should send her home. Let her calm down.

She could be the killer.

Well, we can't keep her. We're running out of time.

We could have someone watch her.

Do it.

Anyone know where Greg is?

You're the detective.

Where's Greg Fowler?

I don't have to discuss it with you. How I deal with the trainees is my

business. And my business is the law. Where is he?

The law.

Do you think there's time for the law on the front line when you're forced to be

killing to survive?

He's in the cage, isn't he?

What's the cage?

You put him in the cage because he was talking to me.

I've no idea what you're talking about.

Maybe I should get my team up for a look then.

The cage is just part of the toughening up process.

And you'd last about five minutes.

Fine.

I'm volunteering to take his place, no comebacks. It was me that encouraged

Matheson did time in the cage, and I want to know what it does to you.

Go on. Your boyfriend wanted to take your place.

Robbie, don't be stupid.

That's okay.

Enjoy yourself.

Any news from the front?

Not a peep out of Private Ross?

Don't think he'll do anything stupid.

Cos all this.

What like?

Don't know.

You know how stubborn he can be.

Well, they're both as stubborn as each other.

Someone should back down.

Before this gets out of hand.

I think we're police friends at last, Lerner.

I saw him speaking to Collins.

Did he mention it?

No, Sergeant.

Oh, aye.

I think Collins could do with a lesson in loyalty.

Don't you think this thing between Robbie and you has gone far enough?

That's up to him.

Have you considered you might have graded him low because you want to keep

here?

Why would I want to do that?

To keep the team together.

Not on purpose, just... Do you think I don't know what I'm doing?

No, that's not what I meant. Between you and me,

I'm just going to go no further.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

OK?

Yeah, you're the boss.

Spent.

Docker tape.

A third man.

Detail's not great, but... That tattoo, can you enhance it?

Come on.

Come on.

What a twisted bastard thought that up.

Somebody's been watching too many war films, eh?

Let me see when I started.

What's the longest you've been in?

Three days.

Three days?

Man, that would kill me.

Get used to it.

But, Matheson, did he get used to it?

Oh, he was an expert.

He used to brag about how the cage would never break him. Well, something did.

Something took him to the top of that building.

Something took him over the edge.

And I think you know where that was.

I wish I did.

Something about Kent, right?

We honestly don't know.

You have your suspicions.

Greg, wait up.

I thought you could maybe do with some company.

Can't have been easy having to face all that again.

Like you'd know.

Sharon, it's okay to talk about it.

Nothing can happen to you now.

Can't it?

You think all this just goes away?

It never leaves you.

Everywhere you turn, it's still there.

They're still there.

They're dead now.

They can't touch you.

You really have no idea.

Yeah, well, I'm trying to understand.

No. You're trying to get me to talk.

To confess to killing them.

I didn't kill them.

Do you know who did?

We've identified Doherty and Spence in one of the pictures.

But there was someone else.

Another man.

I'm going for a bath.

You can do what you like.

It's cheque number 400160.

Just wanted to know if it was paid out to anyone.

Sure about that?

OK, thanks.

Major Jock Spence wrote a cheque for £2 ,000 to Sharon McDermott.

She was blackmailing him.

Be good with the picture. Probably doing the same thing to Doherty.

Maybe she didn't kill them.

You don't put a bullet in your cash source.

Let Jackie know.

As your instructing sergeant, I expect one thing above everything else.

Do you know what that is, Collins?

Loyalty, sergeant. Loyalty.

Do you know what it means, Collins?

Yes, sergeant. Aye, you see. I'm not so sure you do.

Everybody else here understands.

Right? Yes, sergeant.

You can go today.

Sergeant.

Do you want to be next?

He was only talking to him, Sergeant.

Want to take me on?

Do you?

Right.

Lombard, you're first.

You're on me your orders.

Have you forgotten what to do?

Here's a wee reminder.

Sergeant Kent!

What the hell is this?

This is the army.

Dismissed.

Fowler!

With me.

Are you still here?

Well, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

We know about the blackmail, Sharon.

We have proof that Spence paid you money.

I just wanted them to pay for what they did.

And keep it out of the courts, look, I understand.

But why wait till now?

First, it was like a bad dream.

Like it never happened.

I didn't have to think about it.

Then he found the pictures.

Who found the pictures?

Alan Matheson.

He wanted me to go public with it all.

Expose the regime at Shotsden.

But I couldn't go through the humiliation again.

Started out as beatings.

That was the culture.

I could handle that.

But then the bastards just wouldn't stop.

Did you kill them, Sharon?

No.

But I'm glad they're dead.

I wish they were all dead.

The other man, who is he?

When I tried to blackmail him, he came and found me.

Said if he ever heard from me again, he'd kill me.

Then Alan Matheson died.

I won't testify to any of this.

Who is he, Sean?

Where's Kent, Tick and Greg?

Come on, guys.

Any one of you can be next.

Well?

I sent him on a survival trek.

What's that?

There's a flag hidden somewhere in the woods.

You have to find it and bring it back.

I can't get hold of Robbie.

Well, he needs to know that Sergeant Kent probably killed Matheson.

Get on the phone to Wishaw right now and tell him to let us in or I will drag

the entire bloody force out of here.

Greg?

Fowler!

What the hell's going on? Just tell me where to find Inspector Ross.

Where would they normally go in these tracks?

Could be any number of places.

Show us.

Greg. I'm killing him.

What the hell's going on?

I have to kill him.

Why? Because he made me kill the others.

Greg, give me your rifle.

You killed Matheson.

No!

Kent said it wasn't an exercise.

Matheson was to be given a fright.

Why give him a fright?

Kent said that he'd raped a young female trainee.

I was happy to give you that bath that I scared.

They're all using blanks.

But then he fell.

After Matheson fell, I called Kent.

Told him what had happened.

He told me to stay there.

What are you going to say to yourself?

Just as will. Because you are going to be court -martialed for here.

I can't say he turned me in.

See, I pushed Matheson. He just kept on and on.

His death was my fault.

My responsibility.

And I knew no one would ever believe my word over his.

He said he made you kill the other.

Think about it.

You killed him!

Or...

There might be a way out of this for you.

He told me about Dockery and Spence.

He was worried that they might speak up about something that had happened here a

while ago.

He made me take them out.

Drop the weapon, Fowler!

Drop the weapon or I will kill you!

You made him do this.

You can see it's lost it. Drop the bloody weapon!

You're not meant to kill me!

Killing him would have suited you just fine.

So what happens now? I don't know.

Look, I won't make a fuss about anything you want.

Try nothing.

You keep your head down and your mouth shut till I say different, okay?

I don't understand.

It's your word against Kent's, and I want that bastard nailed.

Have you seen Kent?

No.

Robbie!

Sergeant Kent!

We're arresting you for the murders of Alan Matheson, Jim Doherty and Jock

Spence.

You're not obliged to say anything, but anything you do say will be noted and

may be used as evidence.

Do you understand the charge?

Look, Sharon, this was their idea.

They've asked for you.

The least you can do is give them a couple of minutes, yeah?

You saw him.

You saw him try to kill me.

You were the one who fired the bullet, Sergeant.

In self -defence.

To shut him up.

Why would I need to shut him up?

Stop him from turning you in.

I haven't killed anybody.

Fowler's obviously cracked up.

What are you arresting him for?

Tell us about Sharon McDermott.

What about her?

You threatened to kill her.

This is just ridiculous.

She'd be dead by now if she didn't have the photos.

You haven't got one shred of evidence for any of this.

Now, I've told you.

Fowler's the killer.

I'm saying nothing else.

Could Fowler be the killer?

Robbie? Sorry?

You're telling me everything here.

Sharon McDermott.

That's the key.

I was taken when he was five.

His first uniform.

Mrs Matheson, I'm really sorry about your loss, but... They took him from us,

Sharon.

Alan's not here to fight.

But you are.

You once wanted to be a soldier.

Now's your chance.

Jackie.

Need your help.

We have to get Sharon McDermott to testify.

Oh, it's fine. She's already agreed.

Yeah? How did you persuade her?

I just rekindled a fight in the spirit.

Sharon McDermott's agreed to testify against you.

Her word against mine?

Plus some pretty graphic photos of Doherty spent.

And of course you, Sergeant Kent.

That's a very distinctive tattoo you have there.

I'll speak to you yourself.

You haven't told them the real story yet.

You turned Fowler into a killer.

That's my job.

Not when it's for personal gain.

How comes it into survival in the end?

Are you prepared to admit that you forced Fowler into killing Doherty and

Spence?

I'm proud of what I've made him.

He'll need the equalities to survive.

You're proud?

Taking a kid off the streets and forcing him to do your dirty work?

You sad, deluded bully.

I'm confessing to everything.

The rapes and the murders.

But you didn't kill them.

I say I did.

Now, charge me!

He realized the game was up, confessed to everything.

Good work.

Yeah.

Something wrong?

No? Nothing.

That was wrong.

How about your judgement?

Your appraisal form.

Fill it in yourself.

Whatever score you think.

Well, leave it as it is, boss.

So when does he leave? A couple of minutes.

Where is he now?

This time tomorrow, he'll be serving his country in Iraq.

Greg. I know.

Time to go, son.

Greg Fowler.

I'm with you for the murders of Jim Doherty and Jock Spence.

You're not obliged to say anything.

Anything you do say will be noted and may be used as evidence.

Do you understand the charge?

Good luck.

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