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Not good news.

- Why are there carrot crunchers
stomping all over my scene?

- There's another footprint.

It's the best yet.

- Cast it, check it with the other.

- Shouldn't we get
the body to Pathology?

- Where's the fire, Dawkins?

She's not going anywhere.

Nothing leaves the
scene until Lynley seen it.

- Helen.

It's me.

- Inspector!

- I was just going to say, well,

I know you need time, but I really

would like to talk to you.

- Inspector Lynley?

- I'm out in Suffolk at the moment

but I'm on my mobile
so if you want to talk,

and I hope you do, give me a call.

- Paula, good to see you again.

What've we got?

- Bits and pieces.

They dragged you up here
because they thought this was the

same as the Tottenham case?

- Yeah, could be.

- They're not even
barking up the wrong tree,

they're in the wrong forest.

It's a shotgun and she's blonde.

But the way the body has been moved,

it doesn't feel the same to me.

You got here very quickly.

- I was up when the call came through.

- Burning the candle at both ends?

- Something like that.

- Oye, Windy Miller!

Can I have everyone off
the crime scene please?

- Okay, love, that's me on my way.

- What did he call me?

Not that way, this way,
back the way we've come.

- Come on, constable.

- He was the first on the scene.

Garrett, one of Suffolk's finest.

Probably parked his
bicycle around the corner.

- Constable?

- Sir?

- See anything unusual this morning?

- This whole thing's
unusual for round here, sir.

- We've got traces of blood in the

grass leading from the house up to here.

We've also a few boot-prints in

some spilled sand up by the house.

They're fresh, size 10.

- Can we tell if the wearer
was carrying anything?

- Well the prints are
deeper than we'd expect,

so I'd say there's a good chance yeah.

And she weighs nine stone?

Thereabouts.

- Of course if she was
carried from the house,

then there might be
some fibers on her clothes.

- So I put the egg in my
mouth and I just suck?

- Sorry, Paula.

You're more than welcome
back in London any time.

- Oh, thank you.

You've no idea how much I
miss digging bullet fragments

out of crack-house walls.

There's another blast from the past.

I heard about the shooting.

Is she alright now?

Yes, she's fine.

Hello, Barbara, how are you?

- Hello Paula.

Sir.

Havers.

- I'm fine, thanks.

You?

- One minute I'm giving a nice gentle

lecture on the limited uses
of Vacuum Metal Deposition,

the next I'm watching sheep-worriers

contaminate my crime scene.

- Same as ever then.

Solving murders would be an awful

lot easier if you took the
police out of the equation.

Let me know when we're ready

to move into the house will you?

Havers.

Havers.

- Sorry.

- The victim is Samantha Walthew,

born Samantha Morgan.

Age 34, married to James Walthew,

who is on his way up
from London as we speak.

He's a property developer,

she was an interior designer.

They bought this place six months ago

to turn it into a fancy hotel.

- When was the body found?

Just before seven o'clock this morning.

She was shot in the kitchen,

and then her body was dumped out there.

The murder weapon was a shotgun

but they haven't recovered it yet.

- Who found the body?

- A poacher, by the name of Bob Harris.

- A what?

- A poacher, Havers.

- That still goes on, does it?

- I'm afraid so, Havers, yes.

These are pheasant breeding grounds,

the shooting season starts soon.

So there's some rich pickings to be had.

- Charming.

The killer didn't try
to conceal the body?

- No.

Either he or she was
disturbed while moving it,

or didn't care whether
it was found or not.

- And the poacher?

- That's where we're going now.

You fighting fit?

Now that it's official,

do you feel comfortable being back?

I'm fine.

- I'm sure you're fine.

You got shot.

It's a big deal.

- Big enough to get compensation.

- Really?

You didn't tell me you'd applied.

- Well, I didn't know I had.

They had me filling out so many forms.

But I got the letter yesterday

and apparently it's coming through.

- Good for you.

Can I ask...

Sorry, it's none of my business.

- 10 grand.

- 10,000 pounds.

That's fantastic.

What are you going to spend it on?

- I haven't given it much thought.

I'll probably put it into savings.

- Not what I call the
most exciting option.

I mean, it's a windfall.

It's free money, Havers,

you should splash out on yourself.

- Maybe a cruise.

- Yup.

Bingo, ballroom dancing
with people twice your age?

- Maybe.

It's my money.

Sorry, yes.

Look, if you want a financial advisor,

I can put you in touch with one.

There are some very good
ways to invest, you know.

- Of course I know who she was.

Doing up the old priory so
smart London-types can spend

the weekend gawping at locals,

kidding themselves they're
getting back to nature.

- What time was this, Mr Harris?

- Seven, thereabouts.

- What were you doing there?

Walking him.

There a law against that?

There's a law against
trespassing on private property.

- There's a public footpath.

- Half a mile from where
the body was found.

- I got lost.

I told this to the young
lad took my statement.

Now you're going over it again with us.

Seem to be.

Are you a poacher, Mr Harris?

- No.

What do you do for a living?

- This and that.

- You can be more specific.

- I sign on.

I do odd jobs.

You can check with the social
if you nothing better to do.

- Do you own a shotgun?

- Yes, I do.

And it's licensed.

I've nothing to hide.

- Good.

Then I'll get someone to take
it away and we can examine it.

- I'd better get it back.

- Did you ever meet Samantha Walthew?

- No.

No interest in meeting her.

I know the sort already.

London-type, weren't she?

Thinks the countryside is
some quaint tourist attraction.

They come up here, before
you know it the local boozer's

become a non-smoking wine bar.

- Where were you last night?

- Queen's Head till closing.

I come home, watched some
rubbish on telly, went to bed.

- Can anyone corroborate that?

- He can.

Got anyone that speaks dog?

- I'm investigating
a murder, Mr. Harris,

I don't appreciate sarcasm.

- I don't appreciate being
called names like poacher.

And I don't like having my
private life poked around in.

- We may need to talk to you again.

Are you going to be in the
area for the next few days?

- No, I'm going to New
York tomorrow, on business.

- Straight inside.

- Mr Walthew?

I'm Detective Inspector Lynley.

This is Detective Sergeant Havers.

We'd like to offer our condolences.

- Thank you.

- However, we do have questions to ask.

- This was going to be the restaurant,

she had big plans for it.

She said it was going to be

the best restaurant in East Anglia.

Did she suffer?

- No, I'm sure it was very quick, sir.

Do you know of anyone who
might have had a reason...

- She was my wife.

I thought she was part of my future.

Everything is uncertain you know that.

You really know anything.

But I thought she would be there.

- I understand that your
wife grew up in the area.

- Yes, she did.

She lived here until, until
she went to university.

That's where we met.

- Did she maintain any ties here?

- No, no, she didn't.

Her parents emigrated to
Australia when Sam left for uni.

And yet you bought this house?

- As a business concern, yes.

- But it wasn't just a
coincidence it was here?

- It didn't hurt that Sam knew the area,

but it wasn't, it wasn't a major factor.

Are you going to find who did this?

- We are obviously pursuing
all avenues of enquiry.

Where were you last night?

- Am I an "avenue of enquiry"?

- I'm sorry but I do need
to ask these questions.

- I worked late at my office.

I must've got home about 10.

I think I went to bed around midnight.

You were alone at home?

- Yes.

Did you talk to your wife last night?

- We speak.

We spoke several times a day.

Yes, she called me last night.

- Around what time?

- 10:30, quarter to 11.

- How did she seem, sir?

- Stressed.

That wasn't unusual for Sam.

A project like this,

and she was managing it on her own.

Throws up all kinds of problems with

builders and decorators and so on.

She was camping out here
to stay on top of everything.

- And that's what she
was stressed about?

- Yes.

I think so.

She,

she'd been quite
distant the last few days.

Distant?

Why?

- I have no idea.

Just something in her voice.

To be honest I knew best not to ask.

Sam would talk when
she was ready to talk.

I learned that early on.

But, if something was
bothering her you'd be able

to tell from her demeanor.

But you'd never know what it was

until she was ready to tell you.

She was

preoccupied with something
more than work, I think.

- Thank you, sir.

- Ah, Inspector!

We've just received something
rather curious via e-mail.

It was sent anonymously
to the local station.

It seems to have been
taken in the grounds.

Can you trace the sender?

- It was sent from an
Internet cafe at the town.

Uniform are there checking to see

if anyone remembers anything,

or if the sender was caught on CCTV.

- But you can get the date and time the

image was taken from
the file attachment.

- 3:07 yesterday afternoon.

Now if we found either
the camera it was taken with

or the computer it
was originally saved on,

we could match them up conclusively.

Can I keep this?

- Of course.

- Circulate copies, let's
find out who that man is.

I see you've met my new geek.

- Tech specialist.

- It's okay, Simon.

Some of my best friends are geeks.

- Can we do the walk-through, Paula?

- Family snaps, by the look of it.

- This room is a gold mine.

Tell me something, where
was the husband last night?

He says he was in London.

- Okay, good.

Why?

- Without getting lurid,

there's a wealth of DNA on these sheets.

And even if there wasn't,
someone left the toilet seat

up in the bathroom.

Your victim was having
an affair, Inspector.

- Either that or the husband
was lying and he was here.

- Well we're still lifting prints,

we'll let you know if we get a match.

In the meantime...

- Dog hairs?

- Very good.

Dog hairs.

Not enough for there to
have been a dog in here,

but enough to have come from the clothes

of someone who owns one
recently in contact with one.

- We're looking for a dog
owner in the countryside?

- Okay, so Samantha Walthew and

her mystery man finish doing
their business on the bed.

What happens next?

Do we know what happened to him?

- Not yet.

Samantha's footprints
are all through here.

She's dodging these
stepladders and the various bits

and pieces strewn about.

There's no electricity on this floor,

not even working lights.

So it would have been dark.

- Any other footprints?

- Lots.

Builders have been coming in and out.

Hers are easy because she's barefoot.

We're trying to match
prints with all the workmen

but it's a mess.

- Doors? Windows?

- Nothing's been forced or broken.

- So then she comes into the kitchen,

which is also dark.

- And she moves across to here.

There was a three-quarter
moon last night,

waning, if anyone cares, so
there would have been light

coming through this
window, just enough to see by.

- This whole area here
is peppered with shots,

so presumably the shooter
was at this sort of angle.

And what, two, three meters away?

- We found a broken
glass tumbler in the sink.

We're lifting prints from
the glass fragments.

I'd be very surprised
if they weren't hers.

- So she's facing the window
and gets shot in the back

and glass falls into the sink.

Why not just leave her here?

Why bother to take her outside if

you're not going to conceal the body?

What, will take her outside
in order to clean up in here.

- I just need some fresh air sir.

- You've been in the wars.

I overheard the message
you left for Helen this morning.

- Yeah, we're not
together at the moment.

- You don't want to talk about it.

- She was in a car accident.

We lost our baby.

- I heard.

I'm sorry.

- She's having a
hard time coping with it

and, she thinks she needs
some time on her own.

- Maybe she's right.

- It's just temporary.

I'm just giving her some space.

- And you?

How are you coping?

- With the separation?

- With the loss.

It was your baby too.

- I cope.

- Sir, we've identified the
man in the photograph.

His name is Philip Turner
and he used to own the priory.

All right, yeah.

I'll pass it on, thanks.

We're going to contact the
Morgans, Samantha's parents,

and tell them what happened.

Oh, and the photo by the bedside,

it's Kate Morgan, Samantha's sister.

She's three years younger.

- So where is she?

- Well, we're trying to trace her.

Don't you think it's
odd that James Walthew

never mentioned her sister?

- Well, perhaps they were estranged.

- Yeah, but you'd still want her

to know though, wouldn't you?

Pull!

- Bismark!

It's alright, he's harmless.

Aren't you, Bismarck?

Come here, boy.

Nice car.

- Philip Turner?

Yeah.

- I'm Detective Inspector Lynley.

This is Detective Sergeant Havers.

- I don't suppose this
could wait until later could it?

- No, I'm afraid not.

I understand you used
to own Grant Priory.

- Yeah, yeah, the place had been in my

family for three hundred-odd years.

And you recently sold it.

- I'm bankrupt, Inspector.

The trustees sold the house
to pay off some of my debts.

- What kind of debts?

- Gambling debts.

I'm in recovery.

- And the Walthews
bought this house at auction?

- That's right.

Not the most popular outcome

as far as some of the
locals were concerned.

Lot of people worried
about the gentrification of the

countryside around here.

I think they thought that
the gems in Samantha

were going to turn the place
into some kind of theme park.

- How well did you know Samantha?

- We knew each other growing up.

There was a group of
us, village kids, you know.

We were inseparable for a time.

- Are the others still around?

- Oh, yeah, Amanda Gibson lives here.

She was Sam's best friend back then.

David and Liz Hughes
run the Queen's Head.

- She never stayed in touch with anyone?

- Sam always used to say that the

best thing about a place like this

was seeing it disappear
in the rear-view mirror.

- And yet she did come back.

And you became close again?

We saw each other around the place.

- Sir!

- Mr. Turner, are you going to make

me waste my forensics team's time

matching the hairs from this dog to

those in Samantha's bedroom?

- We'd been seeing each other for a

few weeks, whenever she came up.

It's an affair Inspector,

you're supposed to lie about it.

- Not during a murder
investigation you're not.

- Is there a better time?

The woman you're
sleeping with is found dead.

- You saw her last night?

- I did, I went round there about 11.

She was very much alive when I left.

- Which was when?

- Just before one.

- And you saw her yesterday afternoon?

- Not that I recall, no.

- Why did you leave last night?

Why didn't you stay?

- I never stayed.

Not my choice.

Sam didn't believe sex with
someone constituted infidelity,

if you can understand that.

She drew a line
between sex and intimacy.

She'd sleep with you,

but didn't want to wake up next to you.

Pull!

- Did her husband know about the affair?

- I don't think so.

I'm gonna have someone come

and take a formal statement from you.

- And, we have to take your
gun for forensic examination.

- Look, I realize I must be a suspect.

But I think there was
someone else there last night.

That must be the most
predictable thing I could say.

- I'm listening.

- Well I didn't see anyone,

but when I left, getting into
my car, I heard something.

In the undergrowth, I don't think

that it could have been an animal.

- Whereabouts?

- Off to my right, in the grounds.

- But you didn't see anyone?

- No.

- Okay.

Mr. Turner.

Did you love her?

- No.

This is my world, Inspector.

In the last year, I've lost everything

and I realized I never
really had anything to lose.

Strange feeling.

To spend your life
desperately clinging onto

things that you don't really want.

Probably I should be up a
mountain somewhere, chanting,

but I'm not, I'm here.

36 fairly pointless years on Earth.

I aspire to nothing in my future

and I may not even be
halfway through my life.

I didn't love her, no.

But I will miss her.

Sorry.

- We'll talk again, I'm sure.

Okay, so we get sent this photograph

of Samantha Walthew
and Phillip Turner arguing

and yet he denies he even
saw her yesterday afternoon.

He does admit though
to having an affair with her

and claims that he was with her last

night leaving her around one o'clock.

Now we're pretty sure that she was

killed within an hour of that, right?

So he must be the last
person to see her alive.

- Did you believe him when he said

that he didn't love her?

- The speech?

Nihilism in a Barbour and green wellies?

Did you buy it?

- No, not really.

- But according to him,
he had a bad feeling

about the Walthews buying Priory.

I suppose that's something
we should look into.

We must track down the missing sister.

So Turner said he thought he
saw someone standing over here.

- If there was, then,

well, that person would have seen

Turner leave and Samantha come

into the kitchen and go to the sink.

- James Walthew?

We can't corroborate his alibi.

He may have known about the affair,

despite what Turner said.

- Either that, or Turner is

deliberately pointing
us in the wrong direction.

A prowler in the undergrowth

that's a bit convenient, isn't it?

- He did say it sounded predictable.

A double-bluff?

- He's a gambler.

He's very calm with us.

Maybe he just showed us his poker face.

- It's quiet, isn't it?

- Yeah, peaceful.

- I wonder how Samantha
felt moving back here.

I prefer London.

Knowing that there's people around.

Sir, is Paula's team still here?

- No, they've gone for the day.

- There's someone inside.

I'll go down!

- Havers!

Havers, he's up here!

Did you get a look at him?

- No.

- What's this?

M-O-K-I-T-A.

It's not in the dictionary.

- I don't think it's an English word.

- It's probably not English.

Well, do an Internet search or whatever.

You might turn up something.

Yeah okay, let me know yeah?

Bye.

- First the photograph and now this.

I think someone's trying to
tell us something, Havers.

Well, I mean, it's
not just stock market.

There's art, for instance, property.

Not that you'd get much
for 10,000 pounds, but...

When you get back to London,
you really should look into it.

You don't want to leave your money

sitting there in a building society.

Okay, well, what would
you recommend, sir?

- Wines, Havers.

Certain wines increase
enormously in value,

and if you store them
right you get a great return

on your investment.

- Sir, I think if I was going to spend

10,000 pound on
booze, I'd want to drink it.

Typical Verger.

Always where you're not wanted.

Sit down, Bob.

- What, me?

What about him?

He's vermin, just like his dad.

- Calm down!

- Excuse me.

Give me that, give me that!

- Come on then! Come on!

Havers, outside.

Outside, outside!

- What the hell's going on?

- You David Hughes?

Aye.

- I'm Detective Inspector Lynley.

I need to talk to you in a minute

but first I want to clear this up.

Where's Liz?

- Outside with that little spunce.

What's going on here then?

- Don't look at me!

- Poaching, trespassing, now brawling.

If I was brawling, you'd be talking

to that one in the hospital.

- You are just one badly-chosen word

away from spending
the night in the cells.

- What's your name?

- He's Billy Verger.

Why are you protecting him for?

- Because nobody else will.

Yeah, well quite right too.

- Right you two, inside.

- This is my pub.

- Our pub.

- I'll get to you.

Let me talk to this one on his own.

- I want her to stay.

- He's a good lad aren't you Billy?

- He's far from that.

- Please, sir, both of you, go inside.

- Well?

- I'm fine.

- I didn't ask you how you were.

- I'm not saying anything.

It was nothing.

- It's between me and him.

It's nothing to do with
what you're here for.

- I'm investigating a murder, Mr Harris.

If one of my suspects...
Don't look so surprised.

If one of my suspects

causes an affray right under my nose,

I'm going to make it my business.

Is that understood?

- They just had a few too many sir.

I'll take care of it for you.

- Our paths had better not
cross paths again, Mr Harris.

I'll leave it in your hands, Constable.

Havers.

- Wait here.

- Do I need to worry about this?

- It's a no sir.

We're not getting very far.

- What's his name?

- Verger, Billy Verger.

- Alright, can I leave you to it?

- Yeah.

- Quick as you can I
need you back in there.

- Okay.

- Everything alright Inspector?

Sorry you got dragged into that.

- It's all been taken
care of now, Mr Hughes.

I understand that Samantha
was a friend of yours.

- A very long time ago, yeah.

We were an item, actually.

It sort of petered out, you know,

when she went off to university.

These long-distance things don't

stand much of a chance, do they?

- But presumably you were re-acquainted

when she and her husband
bought the Grant Priory.

I saw her around the place
but we didn't really talk.

- Is that a bit strange?

If you were so close before?

- You didn't know Sam Inspector.

Never known anyone who could slam

the door on the past like she could.

- This Sam, is it?

- Yeah, I was just saying,

she were like a shark, weren't she?

You know, you have to keep

moving forward or else they'll die.

- Yeah, she was that.

All that time away, not a
letter, not a card, nothing.

- Well except to Manda, Amanda Gibson.

I think they had some
contact because of James.

- James Walthew?

- James and Amanda's family were

friends before they were born.

It was through Amanda knowing Sam

that James met her at university.

- Is Billy all right?

- Here's hoping.

- What were Bob Harris and
Billy Verger fighting about?

- Well, they don't like Billy.

- Who doesn't?

- This place, the village.

- Well do you blame them?

Like father, like son, that's why.

- What does that mean?

- Just a figure of speech.

- No, no, it was quite specific.

- Well, it's Ron Verger, Inspector.

He was the scourge of
this place once upon a time

and Billy looks to be
following in his footsteps.

- Well that's not fair.

No he's cut from
different cloth that one.

He's a clever lad.

- Where's Ron Verger now?

- As far away from
here as possible, I hope.

Upped and left, walked out on Billy

and his mum what, 15 years ago?

- About that.

- Last I heard, he was up north,

and that's not nearly far enough.

- Let's get back to the hotel.

Tomorrow I want to
look up this Ron Verger,

find out where on Earth he's gone to.

- Sir?

- I'll wait in the car.

- Billy.

Was the fight in there about your dad?

Do you want to talk about him?

- No.

- How old were you when he left?

10, 11?

- Nine.

You never heard from him?

My dad's not around any more.

- Do you wanna form a support group?

- Ron, wasn't it?

He sounds like quite a character.

- In a horror film, yeah.

- That bad?

- I don't want to talk to you.

- Then why were you waiting for us?

I think you do want
to talk to us, Billy.

Billy!

It's down here somewhere.

Right.

Here we are.

- Sorry.

- Thanks.

- You coped really well today.

- Thanks.

Not very grand, is it?

- I know you've come into money Havers

but we can't always stay at the Ritz.

- That's very funny, sir.

- Oh, have a good night.

- Good night, sir.

- Oh good, there you are.

Here we are.

Mokita, that which everybody knows,

but nobody speaks of.

Apparently it originates
from a tribe in New Guinea.

So what is it that everybody knows?

- Well I've got news
on Samantha's sister,

Kate Morgan, sir.

- Oh, good, where is she?

- Here.

- Here?

- Buried in the village churchyard.

The coroner's report
lists it as suicide.

She took an overdose in 1989.

- And nobody thought to mention this?

- Well, that's not all.

The coroner's report also mentions

broken fingernails and
a bruise to the cheek

that might be consistent with an assault

or some kind of fight.

This happened about three months

before Samantha went off to university

and the parents emigrated to Australia.

- Good work, Havers.

Now we need to find out
more about Ron Verger.

Oh, we've listed 31 Ron
Vergers living in the UK,

we're checking them all.

- Excellent.

I want to talk again with James Walthew.

When's Samantha's post-mortem?

- They're doing it this morning.

- Arrange for him to come
in and identify the body.

We'll ask him about Kate then.

- That's...

Yes that's her.

Samantha.

- All right, thank you.

- Can I get you a glass
of water or something sir?

- I'm fine, thank you.

There's something I think
I should tell you, Inspector.

My wife,

she was having an affair.

- Yes, we know.

- I found these two weeks ago.

I was going to ask Sam about them.

I suppose you'd call them love letters.

They're from David Hughes,
the landlord at the Queen's Head.

- Why didn't you mention these before?

- The first one is dated
a couple of months ago.

Just a few weeks after
we bought the priory.

- Mr. Walthew, would you say that

your marriage was a happy one?

- I loved my wife and she loved me.

But sometimes,

Sam found it necessary to,

satisfy her needs elsewhere.

It's not easy to live like that.

Sam was able to make the
distinction between love and sex,

so I learned to do the same.

I suppose David Hughes
must have got back

in touch at the right time.

Actually, sir, to our knowledge,

she wasn't having an
affair with David Hughes.

- Then who?

- Philip Turner.

- Another notch on Turner's bedpost.

I'm not sure that's how
she'd want to be remembered.

Did he kill her?

- Do you think it a possibility?

- I really don't know.

- Another thing you failed to
mention when we last spoke

was Samantha's sister, Kate Morgan.

- Kate was never spoken about.

She killed herself.

The memory was terribly painful for Sam.

She kept it locked up.

She talked to me about
it once, when we first met,

but she never spoke about it again.

I must say, I really don't
see how that's relevant now.

- Why did she commit suicide?

- I'm afraid I have no idea.

- Did you have any other
questions you wanted to ask me?

- No.

Thank you.

- Well, if you'll excuse me,

I have funeral arrangements to make.

- He seems very tolerant of his wife's

infidelities isn't he?

- I suppose that's how
much he loved her.

Alright, they've got something for us

back at the station.

- I'll see you there.

I'm going to talk to David
Hughes about these.

- Okay.

- When she went away to
university, I was devastated.

Eighteen-years-old, you're gutted

when any relationship breaks down but,

but this was more than that.

- Why?

Well it just was.

You know the idea that your perfect

match is out there somewhere?

Well, that was Sam, as
far as I was concerned.

- Sam?

Not your wife?

When Sam left, I tried to push her

out of my head and move on.

Married Liz.

And I do love Liz.

We were happy all that time.

Until Sam came back.

But she didn't come back
for you though, did she?

- No.

- So did you feel that was some sort

of sign that you should be together?

- What, like fate, you mean?

No, I'm not into any of that.

It's just that Sam was
the only one of us that had

the guts to get out of this place.

Did you envy her for that?

- It made her irresistible.

The people I know are
the people I grew up with.

Out there in the world,
you can choose your friends.

In a place like this Inspector,

you're stuck with who evers about.

- What did you hope to
achieve writing these letters?

- I just wanted her to know how I felt.

I wanted to know if she could feel

the same way about me.

Instead, you found she wanted

someone more like Philip Turner.

- You know, I saw them together.

I drove past them on the road late one

night on my way back from Snooker.

And they were kissing.

- Did that make you angry?

- I was disappointed.

I mean, why would she go out with him?

You've met him.

He tramples on
everything, he doesn't care.

Born into all that wealth
and what does he do?

He squanders it.

How could she be so stupid?

- Do you have an alibi for
the night that Samantha died?

- I was with Liz all night

and I don't want her to know about this.

She won't understand.

- I'm not going to keep
your secrets for you.

She'll find out soon enough.

- I love my wife, Inspector.

And this is my life now.

And I've just got to get
on with it the best I can.

- Have you heard?

We can prove Bob Harris's shotgun

was fired in the last few days

and it matches cartridges
found at the edge of the estate.

- Right, I think we'll have to
pay Mr. Harris another visit.

- Oh.

Ron Verger.

- When did he disappear?

- About 15 years ago.

We don't have an exact date.

But Susan Verger
started claiming benefits

as a single mother in August 1989.

- That's three months after
Kate committed suicide.

We need to clarify where he went.

- What about David Hughes?

- He's obsessed with Samantha.

Says his wife doesn't knows about it.

And there's no love lost
between him and Philip Turner,

who I think knows
more than he's telling us.

- Are either of you two armed?

Because I want to shoot somebody.

What's happened?

That useless yokel plod who was

stomping about the crime scene?

- Garrett?

- I've just had a call from the lab.

Our size 10 suspect?

- Oh, no.

- That is the boot print of a man

who's been in the police
force for God knows how long

and still hasn't grasped
crime scene protocol!

- He was first there, wasn't he?

- Yeah, Bob Harris called him
when he discovered the body.

- I don't believe it!

Havers, have someone find Garrett

and tell him to report
to us immediately.

- Yes sir.

- Have you spoken to Helen?

- I'm just worried
about Havers, that's all.

- Mr. Harris.

- Make yourselves at home.

- We have some interesting
news concerning your gun.

- Solved the Kennedy
assassination have ya?

- We've had some forensic
tests done on your gun.

We've found some unhardened
residue on the barrel,

indicating it had been
fired in the last few days.

- The miracles of modern science!

What you trying to prove?

- YOu're saying it hasn't

been fired in the last few days?

- I shot some rabbits playing
havoc in our vegetable patch.

- So where are they?

- We ate 'em.

- We?

- Me and him.

- The cartridge that
killed Samantha Walthew

will match whatever
gun it was fired from.

You know that, don't you?

- Not my gun.

We've found some cartridges
elsewhere on the priory estate

that do match your gun.

Now you said yesterday
that you're not a poacher.

Is that right?

- You two've got me down
as a proper villain don't ya?

- You're hardly look like
a pillar of the community.

- Is that how you do your
detective work, Inspector?

Judge a man on his appearance?

I might not a conventional
sort of a bloke.

I eat alone, I drink alone.

That doesn't mean
I'll decide to sneaking

around in the middle of
the night, killing some girl.

- Do you resent people
with conventional lives?

- I chose this life.

How I feel about people in
the village is my business.

When you do find the
cartridge that killed her,

you can come back and
try to match it to my gun.

But if the killer had any kind of sense

he'll make damn sure you don't find it.

- This is a picture of you not

seeing Samantha on Tuesday afternoon.

- Where did this come from?

- What were you arguing about?

- I honestly don't remember.

It was two days ago.

Must have been something
trivial then or I'd recall.

- Do you have any idea
who took the photograph?

- How should I know?

- Would you describe yourself,

Mr. Turner, as a possessive man?

- I wouldn't say so, no.

- You're having an affair
with a beautiful woman.

She won't let you stay the night,

she won't leave her husband for you.

- I never asked her to.

And what?

I killed Samantha because I
couldn't have her for myself?

- It's happened before.

- What makes you think I wanted her?

I told you I aspire to nothing.

- Some would say that Samantha Walthew

was something to aspire to.

- Who else in the village
knew about you two?

- I don't think anyone else knew.

- Tell me about Ron Verger.

Did you know him?

- Yeah, I did.

Not personally.

I knew who he was.

What he was.

Ron Verger's ancient history.

- Where did he go?

- I don't know.

Abroad, I heard.

- We understood he went north.

What about his son?

- Billy?

He's trouble, that's as
much as I know about him.

- What kind of trouble?

- Vandalism, burglary, arson.

The usual stuff, he's
not a master criminal.

- He hasn't got a record.

- Well that doesn't mean
he's not a criminal does it?

Just that he doesn't get caught.

- Ron Verger disappeared around

the same time that Kate
Morgan committed suicide.

- Am I supposed to see a connection?

Is there one?

- You're the detective.

- Why did you lie to us
about not seeing Samantha

on the afternoon of her death?

- I told you I didn't lie, I forgot.

- Now is that a lie?

That you forgot?

- Is there a point to these questions?

Because it just feels
like you're trying to

provoke me into a confession.

- We're trying to establish
who killed Samantha Walthew.

- Well I don't know the answer to that.

- I'm tired of this.

I suggest, Mr. Turner,
instead of aspiring to nothing,

you decide to tell us the truth

and help us eliminate
you from our enquiries.

Let's see the photograph again.

- Do you know exactly
where it was taken?

- No.

We should find out though.

There's something here we're missing.

- Sir, who's she?

I don't know, that's
James Walthew, isn't it?

- Yeah, it might be Amanda Gibson.

- Amanda Gibson?

I'm Detective Inspector Lynley,

this is Detective Sergeant Havers.

Mr. Walthew.

- These were her favourite.

- I can't believe it's happened though,

just, why would anyone do this?

- Would you like me to leave?

- No, actually, we do have questions

for the both of you.

- Don't you think James has answered

enough questions for one day?

- It's okay, Manda.

We're old friends, Inspector.

Amanda is protective of me.

- We're interested in why Samantha's

sister, Kate, committed suicide.

- Well, I'm sorry, I don't know that.

- We thought that Miss Gibson,

knowing Samantha at the time, might.

The coroner's report suggests

that there were signs of an assault,

that she'd been in a fight.

- I wouldn't know about that.

- Surely you would.

You were her sister's best friend.

Kate committed suicide
after an incident of some kind.

You must tell us everything
you know, Miss Gibson.

- Amanda?

- Kate was raped.

A 15-year-old girl and he raped her.

- My God.

Who raped her?

- Ron Verger.

- Billy's dad.

- She was walking home
one night from a friend's house.

It must have been 10
or 11 o'clock at night.

And he jumped out at her on the side

of the road and dragged her into

the woods on the edge of the priory.

- And she said it was Ron Verger?

She saw him?

- Yes.

Kate didn't want
anybody to know about it,

she was embarrassed, ashamed.

She wanted to keep quiet,

but Samantha wasn't about to let it lie.

She was absolutely determined

to persuade Kate to go to the

police to make a statement.

Two days later, Kate killed herself.

Sam always said she blamed
Ron Verger for it but I think

she secretly blamed herself.

She felt if she hadn't pushed Kate

quite so hard to go to the police,

maybe Kate would still be alive.

- Why couldn't she tell me?

- James...
- She was my wife.

- She didn't want you to know how

responsible she felt.

I'm sorry.

And were the police ever informed?

- Yes.

Sam and I told the
police after Kate's death.

But Ron Verger denied everything

and, without Kate,
there was no evidence.

So nothing happened.

- How soon after this did
Ron Verger leave the area?

- A few days.

Perhaps less.

- Did anyone else know
that this had happened?

- I imagine Samantha told David Hughes.

They were seeing each other at the

time and she was so upset by it.

And then Samantha left.

- I think everything about this place

reminded her of what had happened.

Her parents were destroyed by it.

They didn't know the full story, but

their daughter committing suicide,

they emigrated to Australia.

Sam stayed over here
and went to university.

I think she wanted a clean slate.

That's why she never told you.

She wanted to forget about it.

They're going to bury
Sam just over there.

This was our favourite
place, the three of us.

We used to play here when we were kids.

- What was Samantha like?

- She was just like
the rest of us I suppose.

Curious.

Excitable.

She was very protective of Kate.

When we were at primary school,

Kate had bunches in her hair

and the boys used to like
to pull them to tease her.

Sam was always straight
in there, fists flying.

Fearless if she thought
Kate was being hurt.

- And when Kate died?

- She was lonely.

They were always
inseparable as children.

I think when Kate passed on, Sam was...

The way she threw herself into

university, and then her career,

the affairs she had.

I mean, I'm not a psychologist,

but it seems to me they
were all in some way

a way to escape the loneliness.

Everything she did, everything

she devoted her life to, was in

some way, a replacement for Kate.

And now they're together again.

They'll be together again.

I believe that.

- Well, that's some comfort.

- No, Sergeant Havers.

I really don't think there's
any comfort to be had here.

- Constable!

That's a nice motor, sir.

She's a Bristol, ain't she?

- You're a size 10 shoe, aren't you?

- That's right sir, yeah,
how did you know?

- We've wasted precious
resources attempting to

identifying a boot print
that we thought was a

vital part of a murder enquiry,

until we discovered it belonged to you!

- Well I was the
first on the scene, sir.

Bob Harris called me.

If I stepped on anything I'm sorry.

- So you... So you damn well should be!

Well yes, but please be
careful of your tone, sir.

- "My tone"?

- I don't look in the
mirror and see a failure.

I see a man who has worked hard

to gain the respect and
trust of the community.

Now I realize you outrank me,

but I think I'm owed some
respect nonetheless, sir.

Sergeant.

- Hello.

- I'm very sorry if I've
caused you any trouble.

Lord knows everyone around here's more

than keen that you two find whoever

did this to that poor woman.

If that's all, I'll get out of
your road and be on my way.

- Ron Verger.

What can you tell us about him?

- Ron Verger?

That's a while ago.

What about him?

- I understand from Amanda
Gibson that he raped Kate Morgan.

- Well, supposedly he did, yeah.

But young Kate, God rest her soul,

she went and did that silly thing

before we could get her
to press charges I'm afraid.

- But Ron Verger disappeared anyway.

- Yeah, he did, yeah.

He walked out on his wife and his kid.

Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say.

- Did you question him
at the time Constable?

- Unofficially, I had a
quiet word, ma'am, yes.

I told him to go.

Did I do the wrong thing?

I'll put it this way, He
raped and caused the death

of a 15 year old girl
and got away with it.

Would you have been able to tip

your hat to him in the street?

That's a terrible story,
what happened to Kate.

So it's no surprise they're all

glad to see the back of Ron Verger.

And no luck yet trying to trace him.

You know, I think Billy knows more

than he's choosing to tell us.

- Good view of the priory.

When was this taken?

Few weeks ago.

How well did you know Samantha?

- Not that well.

What are the lines for?

- It's the Divine Proportion, Havers.

Excuse me?

- There's a theory that our

notion of beauty is all based around

the presence of certain shapes.

A perfectly beautiful face, for example,

you'd have the eyes, mouth,

cheekbones all arranged in a sort of

patchwork of rectangles.

How well does Samantha score on that?

- Not bad.

Someone knows their stuff.

- Clearly it isn't me.

- It's not just faces, though, is it?

You've used the same
composition in a lot of these?

Most people don't spot it.

- I believe the same maths governs

sunflower petals and the like.

- And fir cones.

What do you do as an encore?

- I investigate murders.

And how's that working out for you?

- Are you sending us photographs, Billy?

- Now why would I do that?

- You tell me.

When did you last see your father?

- When I was nine
years old, so not recently.

- And after that it was just
you and your mum, yeah?

- Until the cancer.

Now it's just me.

- She never told you where he went?

- She never knew.

If she did, she never told me.

Just took off, apparently.

Letters, birthday cards?

- No.

What about when your mum was ill?

- Nothing.

- Where were you on Tuesday night?

- Here.

- All night?

Yeah.

- Can you prove that?

- No.

Do you think you're the first cops

that've tried to intimidate me?

You haven't even told me
my dad was a rapist yet.

You're not even trying.

- How do you feel about that?

- Obviously, I'm incredibly
proud of the old man.

- We just want the truth, Billy.

- Really?

That's not what brought
you here though, is it?

- Meaning?

- Meaning someone gets killed

and the whole village starts

pointing the finger in my direction.

What a coincidence.

The same kind of coincidence

has my dad disappear into thin air

a few days after some girl gets raped.

- Well if you don't believe that story

then tell us what happened.

- No one wants to know what I think.

- Mokita?

- What's that?

- Look, if you know
anything that's relevant

to our investigation and
you withhold information...

- It's an obstruction of justice.

And we wouldn't want to
obstruct justice would we?

- Do you want to know what I think?

- I'm on the edge of my seat.

- I think you're
leaving us a little trail

of breadcrumbs to follow because you're

just not brave enough
to tell us what you know.

- That's very deep.

- Is it?

There's a picture of the
murder victim on your wall.

You've got the camera's set up

to photograph the
house she used to live in.

We've recently received a
photograph anonymously,

with the victim apparently
arguing with a man.

Then someone breaks
in to her house and paints

a word on the wall, a
word that seems to suggest

the burglar has some
information on this case.

I think there's something
you're not telling us Billy.

I haven't got the patience
for your childish games.

- Is that the time?

I really must be getting on.

- We'll be talking again,
I'm sure you know that.

- You can trust us, Billy.

What's the rush all of a sudden?

Let me show you.

Something's troubled
me about this picture

since the first time I saw it,

and I haven't been able
to put my finger on what

until I saw Billy's
photographs in there.

It's actually a cleverly
taken photograph

because it's in the Divine Proportion.

- Okay, you're going to have to

take me through this slowly, sir.

- All right.

About 700 years ago,
there was an Italian chap

named Leonardo Fibonacci.

Now he came up with a sequence

of numbers that appears to
define perfection in nature.

- So, that's the most
pleasing shape to the eye?

- Exactly!

Well, in theory.

You see, if I draw a line
here and make a square here,

what's left is the same ratio

as that with which we started.

So I draw another square there,

and another, and so on and so on.

Okay, I get it.

So what?

- Well, then we draw a line connecting

the corners of the
squares like this until

it becomes a spiral.

- Yeah.

The center of the spiral is what Billy

is trying to leading us to.

This, not this, not Samantha
and Turner arguing,

but this, a fir tree.

We need to know what
Billy's trying to tell us.

- Let's go and talk to him again.

- Come on out Billy.

- I think you're too late.

Yeah, ambulance.

If this really is a suicide attempt,

it's a very public one.

- I'd like to go with him sir.

When he comes round, he might talk.

- Dawkins!

Good, come inside,

there's a computer
inside I need you to see.

- No, you see, the thing's passworded.

I've got some software back

at the office that should
be able to bypass it, but...

- Try Fibonacci.

- Right, F-I-B-O...
- N-A-C-C-I.

No.

- Mokita.

Try mokita.

- M-O-K-I-T-A.

Right, bingo.

It's just photographs by the look of it.

Loads of them.

Go through all of them.

- What for?

- Not entirely sure yet,
but, anything unusual.

If you do spot anything,
I'll be on my mobile okay.

- Okey-doke.

- This is what Billy wants us to see.

But why?

Why this tree?

- There are no other
coniferous trees around.

- Huh?

You're absolutely right, Paula.

So why is it here?

Why has he brought us here?

Can you pour these over here please?

You'll notice how the roots

have grown up right through him.

- Why wasn't the body discovered before?

There must've been gun dogs ran all over

this area for years.

- We found a layer of what I think

is gonna turn out to be ash.

Someone built a bonfire over the grave.

- Ash masks the scent of the body.

- Hopefully, he can be
identified from dental records.

Can you tell how he died?

His neck's broken.

By the look of it, he
could've been hanged.

- How long before we
can confirm all that?

- We've got to preserve evidence

that's in the grave around him,

so it's gonna take us the best part

of a day to get him out.

After that, depending on
pathology, another few hours

to confirm ID and cause of death.

- Lynley.

- It's Dawkins, sir.

I've got something you need to see.

- Welcome back to
the land of the living.

- Wasn't the idea.

- Billy.

Billy I just had a call.

They found the body under the tree.

Who is it, Billy?

Is it your dad, Billy?

- So most of it is arty Photoshop stuff

and I was ready to write it all off,

until I found this folder.

- Keep going.

That's Samantha in the kitchen.

When were they taken?

12 minutes past one, two days ago.

- That's moments before she was shot.

Can you enhance it?

- I'll give it a go.

- I was nine years old.

And someone came to
the house looking for Dad.

He wouldn't let me go with him.

He took his coat.

We'd been collecting fir cones

and I'd put one in his pocket.

And then I followed him into the woods.

I was scared.

I heard voices.

People coming near.

And I hid.

I thought I'd get into trouble.

I saw him.

- Who did you see, Billy?

Billy, who did you see?

- Dad.

I saw Dad.

With people.

With people shouting.

She told me not to tell anyone.

- Who said that?

- She said I imagined it.

She said that he'd gone away.

She said that it was a bad dream.

- Who said that, Billy?

- Liz.

- Liz?

Liz Hughes?

- She said,

not to tell anyone about the dream.

And I haven't said a word.

Until now.

- Who have you told, Billy?

- Samantha.

I told Samantha.

- Yeah, it's Ron Verger.

Liz Hughes told him
to forget all about it.

- Do you believe him?

Right, go and talk to Liz Hughes.

Find out what she really knows.

- Something's coming through.

- I'll call you back.

There's someone there.

- It's the killer.

Billy's caught the killer on camera.

You must be able to
enhance this, Dawkins.

- It's gonna be tricky.

- Mrs. Hughes.

I've come to talk to
you about Billy Verger.

Oh, what about him?

- Well, I'm afraid to say
he's taken an overdose.

- Oh, no.

Well, is he?

- He's going to be okay

but I need to ask you a few questions.

You see, Billy's been talking
about the death of his dad.

And we've found the remains
of a body up at the Priory.

Havers.

I'm at the pub.

- Who's there with you?

I want you to get out of there

as quickly and as quietly as you can.

- I don't understand, sir.

Well, how did he?

He's here.

- Havers?

Hav, Barbara!

Call the Armed Response
Unit, get them to the

Queen's Head as quickly as possible.

- You've been on the wrong
end of one of these recently.

So you'll know not to do anything silly.

- Pat, what are you doing?

- Why don't you come
over and join everyone, Liz.

Unless anyone needs a drink?

No?

Go on.

And you.

- They know about you.

- He's a clever man,
your boss, isn't he?

Put the phone down, please.

- Pat, what's going on?

- I'm afraid the game's
up, ladies and gentlemen.

Our old friend Ron Verger appears

to have risen from
the grave, so to speak.

- Then it's over.

Well, we'll see about that.

- No, it's over.

What are you gonna achieve
by locking us up in here?

Just doing my job.

Your job?

- Protecting the people of this village.

- No, Pat.

Not any more.

- What's this, a mutiny?

It's sense!

- Oh sense, is it?

Was it sense to come to
me, you two, in the middle

of the night, demanding justice?

Hmm?

Now let's not forget who started this.

You should have seen them.

The blood-lust they had for Verger

for what he did to that little girl.

Wasn't much sense going
on that night, was there?

Hey?

And now he hangs his head.

They all hang their heads, look at them.

But not that night.

Not the night they all stood by

and watched me string him up.

There were no complaints that night, no.

- So it was you, you killed him.

No, we all killed him.

I put the noose around his neck.

I hauled him up.

But they were there.

They all complied.

And I stand by what we did.

There's no way this
uniform was gonna make

a difference to that man's fate.

Not after what that
poor girl did to herself.

He'd still be walking around today,

with how many more ruined
lives in his wake, hmm?

- You know what?

I've heard every argument
there is for vigilantism

and none of them hold any water.

And even if it did,

it wouldn't excuse you of
killing Samantha Walthew.

- Samantha?

- They don't know?

- Right little fox in the
hen house, aren't you?

She'd found out what happened.

That Billy Verger told her.

Turned out he saw the whole thing.

Nine-year-old kid hiding in the bushes,

watching his dad receiving justice.

She knows about Billy, don't you, Liz?

She even feels sorry for him.

- Nobody should have to see that.

- He tried to kill himself.

- Only tried?

Shame.

- You killed Sam?

- He knew.

- She was going to go to the police.

She was gonna tell them.

You were going to talk to her.

- Did I say that?

Or did I say I'd take care of it?

Grown man come to
me to sort out his mess.

- You killed her!

- To protect you all!

- What? From Sam?

From my best friend?

A woman who'd spent 15
years of her life grieving for her

dead sister and you murder her?

- She wasn't going to listen to reason.

- Why should she?

He'd already tried talking to her!

- She didn't know about it at the time.

Why would she condone what we did?

Why should anyone?

We were just teenagers!

I've lived with the image
of him hanging there,

dead, for half my life and
I regret it every single day.

But we did it for
Kate, to finish things!

Not for Samantha to die!

- Oh, really?

So who's all nice and cozy
with the bereaved husband, eh?

Didn't take you very long, did it?

- Get your hands off me!

You're as guilty as he is.

- You think I wanted her dead?

I told him to talk to her,

persuade her not to say anything.

Not this.

- The footprints.

- Hmm?

- Your footprint
contaminated the crime scene.

But you did it deliberately,

so that we would eliminate you.

- You're not just a
pretty face, are you?

- That's why you left the body there.

You knew the only person
to find it would be Bob Harris

because he was poaching the area.

You knew he'd find the
body and call you first.

And I turn up with my big size 10's.

Good ole reliable Bob Harris hey?

Oh, here come the cavalry.

Inspector Lynley?

- There's a policeman
in there, very likely armed

and he's taken some
hostages, including my sergeant.

- Is he armed?

- She. No.

- Sir?

Stay in position.

- That's your way out.

- I don't think so.

- Come on, Havers, pick up.

Where are you going?

- This is over.

What the hell were we thinking?

This is over now.

- Not yet it's not.

- Sit down!

Do you know what's happening out there?

- I can imagine.

- There will be a tactical firearms team

preparing to come in here.

- Not if they're sensible, they're not.

- Constable, you know
what you're up against!

- Trust me, ma'am.

They're not taking any of us alive.

Now I'd sit down if I were you!

- No!

I'm serious, Philip.

- So am I.

Get down!

- Let me answer it.

- No!

- If I answer it, you can
negotiate your way out of here.

- They want me, they
come in and they get me.

And that goes for all of us.

- Have you've lost your mind?

- I'll ignore that!

- None of us want this!

- You ought to be careful
what you wish for, boy!

- He's still alive.

- Amanda, put some
pressure on the wound,

try and stem the bleeding.

- Yes.

- Let them go, keep me.

- Don't be stupid!

- I've got to go in.

- Absolutely not, we
have shots fired now.

- I'm the ranking officer.

- Not once guns are involved you're not.

If anyone goes in, it's us.

- Sergeant Havers?

I wasn't there the night this happened.

I don't know anything about it.

- You knew about it after, Liz.

Billy told you.

You're an accessory after the fact.

- What could I do?

- This whole village knew.

A man disappears in
the middle of the night.

A man like that?

This whole place knew
what had happened to him,

but no one asked.

No one said.

And do you know why?

Because they were relieved.

That man was a disease,
he was a blight on this place.

Was it my idea to go down this road?

Hmm?

No.

You two,

you come to me and ask for help.

So I helped you.

I helped you find justice

and protect this community
from people like Ron Verger.

And when Samantha decided she was

too weak to stomach the vengeance

taken in her dead sister's
name, I protected you again!

- Constable.

Constable!

You have to give yourself up.

- Oh, really?

And are you going to
make me, Sergeant Havers?

Are you so very brave looking down

the barrel of a gun all of a sudden?

And here's me thinking you
were scared half to death.

And all the while, it's the excitement

that's making your voice
quake like a little girl.

I'd keep quiet if I were you.

You might have got lucky before,

but trust me, if I shoot you,
you won't be lucky twice.

This is gratitude?

You want to walk away?

You want to hold up your hands

and tell them what you did was wrong?

Well it wasn't wrong!

And I won't let you do that!

We're shoulder-to-shoulder here.

- Get in there!

Help her!

- Go, go!

Stay down!

- Easy, easy, it's okay.

Come on let's go.

Shh it's okay.

- And we now commit
her body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust.

In sure and certain
hope that the resurrection

to eternal life through
our Lord Jesus Christ who

will transform our frail bodies

that they may be conformed
to His glorious body,

who died, was buried,
and rose again for us.

To Him be glory forever.

Amen.

- I'm not sure how such a small village

recovers from something like this.

- Maybe it doesn't.

- I feel terrible you had to
go through all that again.

- It wasn't your fault, sir.

- You know, all these months,

you never talked to
me about the shooting.

How you felt about it.

You didn't have to throw yourself

on Garrett to prove
that you're not afraid.

I know you can do the job, Barbara.

- I woke up in the hospital
and I didn't remember it.

And then it slowly came back to me

and I realized that it happened.

That I'd actually been shot.

And all I could think about was

what if it had been an inch to the left,

or an inch higher.

- You were lucky.

- Yes, I was.

But Samantha wasn't.

Well I'm here and she's not.

You know, for a while I thought,

"There's been a mistake,
"I'm not meant to be here."

And then in the pub when Garrett

put that gun in my face
I thought, "This is it."

And then I decided, I don't
know why, I just thought,

"I'm not going to accept that."

I was angry.

So angry.

- You certainly were.

- And I was frightened.

But, you know, something's shifted.

- Yeah.

You seem different.

- Do I?

- Definitely.

You seem stronger.

- Yeah, I am.

- So have you booked your cruise yet?

- Yeah, somehow bingo and ballroom

dancing doesn't seem exciting.

- Well I'm not going
to stand in your way

if you've decided to be
sensible with the money.

- And if I haven't?

- You have decided what you're going

to spend it on haven't you?

- You'll have to wait and see.