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Can I have a sweet?

You've got to wait till we get there.

But I'm hungry.

Just go that way.

You keep changing it.

Go on. Just go that way

and then I'll give you a sweet.

Sam?

Sam?!

Hey, Sam.

You still want a sweet?

So, it sounds like you had a bit of a shock.

That's why your mum called me, okay?

Do you think you could tell me what you saw?

They won't say.

Alright, it's okay.

Now, you know you're not in any trouble. Alright?

It just sometimes helps to... to talk about things. Hmm?

It was an angel.

She had wings.

Angels fly, you idiot.

Maybe she fell.

Maybe the angel was sleeping.

Can you remember where you saw her?

Willow Hole. In the woods.

Can't you give them something?

Uh, yeah, you... you wanna...?

So, the best medicine is rest.

Keep their routines.

If you notice any changes to their behaviour,

give me a call, day or night.

Erm, and we'll see how they get on.

Counselling is something we can look at, if you...

I'll let you try and convince Gary of that.

Can we go out now?

Yeah, only in the garden.

- Come on. - Okay.

Don't go any further.

Your dad's on his way home.

He'll only get 'em filthy again

the minute he steps on the pitch.

But Gary...

It's all about appearances.

You know, we don't know what they saw.

I think it might be Sally Palmer.

What makes you say that?

I had a dream about her.

She was stood at the bus stop, crying.

I... I asked her what was wrong,

but she wouldn't say.

I looked down the road,

and when I turned back, she'd gone.

We have dreams for a reason.

- Miss Yates? - That's me.

- Thanks for coming. - I am DC Hodges.

Er, we need to talk to your boys about what they saw.

It might be better if you just spoke to us.

And you are?

Dr Hunter from the village surgery.

We need them to show us what they found.

No, er... no, they're not going back to the woods.

I know where they're talking about.

I'll take them.

Thank you.

You wanna follow me?

DC HODGES: You got any kids of your own?

No.

They all get a bit silly when they go back to school.

It's probably just a deer carcass or something.

Right, this is it.

Path bears round to the left, and that's Willow Hole.

- Aren't you coming with us? - No.

Within four minutes of death,

the human body starts to decompose.

The beginning of a transformation

that continues long after the heart has stopped.

As putrefaction causes the body's own bacteria

to destroy itself,

nutrients are released,

becoming a feast for a multitude of other organisms.

In this way, death, far from being the end,

is in fact a new beginning.

The past not so much forgotten as hidden,

as scattered patterns and successions

that death imparts now become essential clues

to understanding the final moments of life.

Hello?

Sally?

It's David.

Sally?

It's David.

How long since you last saw Miss Palmer?

Er...

Roughly will suffice.

A couple of weeks ago there was a...

a barbecue at the Black Lamb, a pub in the village.

And she was with you?

No. But we spoke.

And after not seeing her since then,

you just decide to come here today?

Yeah, no, I was nearby.

I-I just took your officers to Farnham Woods.

Yeah, I know.

- Did you not try calling her? - No.

What's your relationship?

Er... friends, I suppose.

Did she have any family?

No children, erm...

No family locally that I know of.

Hmm.

Any other boyfriends?

I wasn't her boyfriend.

Honestly, I...

I don't know her that well.

Just well enough to let yourself into her house.

Okay, well...

that will do for now.

How can I get hold of you?

Manham Village Surgery.

Okay.

Alright, thank you.

Sorry I'm late.

I'm not aware that it's a crime.

Yet.

Is it?

Janice, you're a wonder.

I may have to cancel your sabbatical.

And by the way, David, I took care of your 12:30.

Suspected appendicitis,

but I sent her off to A&E... - Sorry.

- ...as a precaution. - Thank you.

David, you look as if you've seen a ghost.

Not me, erm...

Sam and-and Neil Yates

thought they'd found an angel

in Farnham Woods.

I, erm, I think it was a dead body.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

Well, how are they, the boys?

Shocked.

Taking it in.

I'll check on them tomorrow.

My god.

Have they got any idea who?

Well...

Linda was worried about Sally Palmer. I...

dropped in to her house.

Something's not-not right, erm...

There was a smashed mug on the floor, a...

half-written letter to Linda.

We'll see. I...

Awful. Not in Manham.

I'll, er, leave the notes in your office.

I'll put that phone call in.

By the way, David,

if you are dropping in on those boys again,

tread carefully.

I've known Linda and Gary longer than you.

Gary's calmed down a bit, but still.

I'm just doing my job.

All the same, it's you I'm worried about.

I'll be fine.

I got your message.

Tomorrow 4pm for George Mason.

David.

You know where I am.

Thanks.

Nice.

I think this actually fits very good to your picture, right?

Yeah, it's good.

Miss Jenny, Miss Jenny!

Neil?

Neil?

Neil, can you hear me?

Neil?

They've had the bloody bitterns' eggs.

No.

The bastards cut through three bloody fences.

I need you to hold the fort

and chase up those funding applications, would you?

What are you gonna do?

Less you know about that, the better.

The Wi-Fi's down again. Will you take a look at that?

Dan, get that loaded up, eh?

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah.

Hi.

Thank you for coming so quickly.

Of course.

So, this is Neil.

He fainted.

Hello again.

How you doing?

I'm fine. I'm okay.

Yeah?

Did something happen?

Was-was something said, or...?

Like I told Miss Krause, I'm alright.

Good. Can I check your pulse?

Thank you.

So, how did Norwich get on last week?

I'm Ipswich.

Oh, sorry. Ipswich.

They got turned over by QPR.

Neil's a top player.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

What position?

Thinking... striker?

Midfield.

It's the strikers that get all the goals,

but midfield's the most important position.

Right.

I think you're match fit, young man.

You're gonna be alright.

Erm, are the parents on the way?

- His father. - Okay.

Do you just wanna wait here for a couple of minutes?

We're gonna have a quick chat outside, okay?

Good lad.

We're keeping an extra eye out.

Good. And how's, er, how's little Sam?

He's okay.

- Yeah. - Yeah?

But this must be shocking for everyone.

I'm a relative stranger in Manham.

It's only my second term.

Where's Neil?

Er, he's in here.

They never should've been in school today.

Come on, boy. We're off.

Sam, you alright?

Taking 'em fishing.

Okay.

Goodbye.

Actually a really good idea.

Yeah, fishing.

Is that medical advice if the head asks?

Yeah. I don't see why not.

I was, erm... hoping for a word.

Okay.

- Come in. - Thank you.

Nice place.

It's a lovely village, Manham.

Bit of a change from London.

Yeah, yeah.

So, I, erm, did a spot of research after our chat.

You've got quite the CV, Dr Hunter.

Very impressive.

Let's see. Er, after your medical degree,

you switched to a PhD in forensic anthropology,

followed by a stint

at the University of Tennessee Body Farm.

Quite the high flyer.

"The Role of Entomology in Time-Since-Death Analysis."

"The Chemistry of Human Decomposition."

Yeah.

I wrote those.

And yet here you are out here,

pretending to be a country doctor.

I can't help wonder why you didn't mention it.

There's, erm...

lots of other forensic anthropologists.

I can give you numbers.

Yes, but you're here now.

We checked phone records.

Sally Palmer didn't text

or make outgoing calls since the barbecue.

Without confirmation, I'm stuck.

- DNA? - A week to process.

- Fingerprints? - No skin left.

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