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[metal detector beeping]

[ominous orchestral music]

[breath hissing]

[dirt crunches]

[explosive beeping]

[explosion booms]

[Officer] An occasion
such as this

is always one of conflicting
emotions

as we celebrate the safe
return of our comrades

and the honours that they
have gained in the field.

We also remember the
injured and the fallen.

Shining up the old silver,
looking good, looking sexy.

[Officer] Ladies and gentlemen,

The Royal Ordinance Fusiliers.

[fireworks crackling]

[Soldier] Jared, buddy,
see the enemy!

Lighthouse, 500 metres.

Rapid fire!

[fireworks booming]

Move!

Here you are, boss.

Have some rounds.

-Take that!
-This one's for Elane!

Charge!

[soldiers shouting]

[soldiers laughing]

-Watch out!
-Man down!

Wanna go home.

Let me go home.

Let me go home.

[soldiers cheer]

I feel so broke up,

I wanna go home.

[ominous orchestral music]

[door creaks]

Hope he hasn't decided to stay.

Two tours of Afghan?

Not likely.

Come here.

[ominous orchestral music]

[enticing jazz orchestra music]

[phone rings]

Morning.

No, no, they can be
awkward buggers.

Listen, call Joe.

Tell him I'll pick
him up on the way.

[keys rattle]

-You did eat?
-Aye.

-How much?
-Pound.

That's what we used to get, Joe.

Yeah well, inflation hasn't
hit the fairy world yet.

[door bell rings]

Go then, go to your other woman.

Babe, I'm between a rock
and a hard place.

Well, I hope I'm the rock.

-Hi, Vera.
-Celine.

Mum, mum, the tooth-fairy
forgot to take the tooth.

She'll come back for it, pet.

I wouldn't worry about it.

She was gonna find out
sooner or later.

Breakfast?

[engine roars]

It's an army death,

you would have thought
military police

would handle it themselves.

Boy soldiers playing
at policeman.

Fine at banging up
couple of drunk squatters

on a Saturday night.

They don't explain deaths.

Out of their league.

[brakes screech]

[ominous orchestral music]

[Joe] Isn't it their case though

if it happens on military
property?

Under the law you're right,

but what happens in reality

is we both do what
we're good at.

We do the investigating

and they do the marching
and the saluting.

[radio chattering]

[brakes screech]

Excuse me, sir.

-Captain Shepherd, SIB.
-Vera Stanhope.

Chief Inspector, ma'am,

-DS Ashworth.
-Joe.

Most people would call me Shep.

and this is Lieutenant
Colonel Chapel,

CO of the regiment.

Detective, Chief Inspector,

welcome to Otterford.

Suicide of course
is bad for morale.

Still, we're grateful to
you for your assistance.

That's hoping we resolve
this as soon as possible.

If you need anything,
please ask.

In the meantime,

I'll leave you in Captain
Shepherd's capable hands.

Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel.

And as soon as we've established

that the unexplained
death is a suicide,

you'll be the first to know.

Right, Shep.

Staff Sergeant James Deverson,

everyone called him Dev.

RLC, military cross, he was EOD.

Sorry ma'am, bomb disposal.

Two tours to Afghanistan
and Iraq before that.

-Recently returned.
-Military cross?

That's a big deal, isn't it?

Aye, gotta go down to
the palace for it.

[Shep] He was down there
only last week.

So where is it?

He would've been wearing
it last night.

Anyone come across this medal?

[Forensics] No, not yet, ma'am.

-Family?
-Married, two kids.

[Joe] We they --

No, they live off with
the wife's mother.

Weapon?

It's a Browning nine-mill,

standard army issue.

It's got a silencer on it so
he didn't want to be heard.

His?

We don't carry weapons
outside of theatre.

He had to have checked
it out to the armoury.

-No note?
-None we found, ma'am.

Well that might be
something on that.

Have someone bag it up.

Who discovered him?

New minted Sergeant
out of Catterick.

Supposed to move in with his
wife and baby this morning.

What, he was shipping out again?

He was hanging up his boots.

15 years, his last
night on barracks.

[Vera] Nice little lass.

The wife?

I'm afraid I'm not
long in Otterford.

Sorry, didn't hear me alarm.

Well, you have to wake
up in your own bed

to hear the alarm, Billy.

Better suit up.

Right.

Thoughts.

He's an armaments officer.

They know how to get access
to all the equipment.

It looks like suicide.

After making it alive

through a couple of tours
to Afghanistan?

Afghan affects people in
different ways, ma'am.

You see it here when
the come back.

Leaves its mark.

[ominous orchestral music]

[door creaks]

[car brakes screeching]

Well?

Looks like a squatter.

Aye, it's a bit grim isn't it?

Billy's got something
for you downstairs.

It smells in here.

Get forensics to check
for traces of vomit.

No, it's too low.

Look, if I'm gonna shoot myself,

firstly I'm tense so
I'm sitting up straight,

second, I want my wrist
behind the shot

because of the recoils
so hold it lower,

shoot upwards.

Now look at him.

Exit wound is too low,
its the base of the skull.

But, if he was asleep,

head back, mouth half
open like he was found,

And someone else shot
him through the mouth.

[Joe] You think he was murdered?

It's too like a suicide
to be a suicide.

[ominous orchestral music]

State of shock.

I said I'll drive
her home in a bit.

Where's Shep?

Getting the rest of the
Sandancers together.

-The what?
-Dev's bomb team,

Sandancer must've been
their call sign.

Must've been a sheer's lad, eh?

She said she'll meet us
up the mess up the way.

Right.

We'll get the statements
first, then the gun.

Get Shep to take you
to the armoury.

Be like a kid in a sweety shop.

Ma'am.

[ominous orchestral music]

Morning, thanks for coming.

This is Detective Chief
Inspector Stanhope

of the Northumberland
and City CID.

-Ma'am.
-Captain.

I expect some of you have heard

that Staff Sergeant Deverson
died early this morning.

Initially his death was
thought to be a suicide,

but we now have reason to
believe he was murdered.

So which of you were with
Staff Sergeant Deverson

after the meal last night?

Come on, show of hands.

[intense orchestral music]

So after the fireworks at
the Collinwood Memorial?

Back to camp.

What time?

I thought you like
real men, ma'am?

He's a bit boy band is he not?

Answer Sergeant Ashworths
question, Corporal Grafton.

I don't know what time.

Why don't you check
the front gate?

[Joe] So you'd been
drinking since the meal?

What makes you think
we only began then?

And what happened after?

-We all came home.
-Together?

-I don't remember.
-No, after the fireworks.

Yeah, I remember heading
over to the fireworks.

So how did you get home after?

Did Dev and Vince take you back?

[ominous orchestral music]

[Grafton] We all signed in,

then said our goodbyes.

[Joe] What about Budgie?

He could hardly stand.

Poor bastard.

Where'd you wake up this
morning, Budgie?

The block, in me own bed.

[Joe] You can't remember
getting there?

[car door slams]

Always makes me feel
that little bit calmer.

I read once its the
positive ions

generated by the pounding
of the waves

but I think it's the wind.

Blows the cobwebs
out of your head.

I don't know what to think.

First the chaplain came
saying he shot himself

and then you say ...

You weren't with your
husband last night?

But I thought it was a
celebration dinner

to welcome the lads home?

An army thing, not for wives.

So where were you?

Home, you can ask my mum.

You don't think that
I had anything --

Ah, no.

I have to ask, pet.

You don't like it at the
barracks much do you?

It's just with him being
away on tour so much,

we felt

it would be better if
I stayed with my mum

and it's better for the kids

not to be surrounded
by all the barracks.

But this time he was
home for good.

I've longed for that for years,

and now ...

And there weren't any problems?

With anyone in the regiment
or his team I mean?

No, not that I know of, why?

What about in Afghanistan?

He didn't like to talk
about out there

and I didn't want to know.

Letters?

Well, it's emails now

but he was never
much for writing.

When he had his soldier
hat on, which was 24-7,

there's not much
time for family.

[phone rings]

Joe.

Right, I'm on my way.

[engine roars]

[ominous orchestral music]

Browning nine-mill is
standard army issue

since the second world war,

but they've been
decommissioning them in batches.

So the one that killed Deverson

should have been done
eight months ago.

So someone took it instead.

Mmhm, here.

What am I looking at?

The officer that signed it out.

James Deverson?

Now, he would've known

that it was gonna be
decommissioned.

So it must've got lost
in the bureaucracy.

-[phone rings]
-Excuse me.

What about forensics?

Prints on the gun?

Yeah, only Deverson's.

So the killer knew
he had the gun.

Knew not to leave prints
on it, obviously.

Silencer.

Not army issue.

not according to the
armourers officer.

Homemade or modified,
expertly done.

But something an ATO like
Deverson would know how to make?

Mmhm.

What about the team?

Corporal Vincent Grafton,

he's not giving anything away.

Lance Corporal O'Connor
claims that he drunk so much

that he blacked out and
can't remember a thing.

Oh, that's fortuitous.

Shep checked with the
front gate log.

He signed in with Dev
at 10 past midnight.

As for the others, didn't
hear or see anything.

-You get prints and swabs?
-Mmhm.

Ma'am.

Lieutenant Colonel Chapel.

[Vera sighs]

He's right, we have nothing.

Nothing from his men,
nothing from the wife.

The only prints on the gun

that he appropriated
from the armoury are his.

He seems very keen for us
to believe it's suicide.

There's a lot riding
on Billy's theory.

It's not a theory, it's a fact.

You did tell him I'm a
pathologist and a homoeopath.

Besides, what's he
gonna threaten you with?

You're outside his baily-wig,
aren't you?

Outside everyone's.

But he can still make
things difficult.

Here.

What's that?

Little present, front tooth.

Most of it at least.

Found it in the back
of the victim's head.

Now, if you're gonna
do it yourself,

you wouldn't shoot yourself
through half closed teeth.

So what are you saying?

Deverson conks on the bed

still in his full formal
gear from the meal.

Middle of the night,
gets up, vomits,

comes downstairs for
a glass of water,

sits in the chair to
stop the world spinning.

Forensics did confirm

there were traces of
vomit in the bedroom.

Yeah but Deverson didn't vomit.

Had half a keg of beer in his
stomach when we opened him up.

Had to mop the place
clean after.

And here's me thinking

you've been partying
in the morgue again.

So there was someone else
in the house with him.

[phone ringing]

[door hinges creak]

Put that down, Kenny.

This is an incident
room, not a greasy spoon.

Ladies and gentleman,
we have a visitor.

Captain Shepherd from Her
Majesty's Royal Military Police

is gonna assist us in
our investigations.

Now, Staff Sergeant
James Deverson,

known to everyone as Dev.

Recently awarded the
military cross.

Speaking of which, any sign yet?

No, nothing in the scene
of crime report.

Now the killer wanted
us to believe

he'd committed suicide.

Why?

Make him look like a coward.

Well personally, I think
it takes some courage,

-but the common view,
-[drills grinding]

of which you are the
proud possessor, Kenny,

is that it is a cowardly
act, yes.

-Now, what is that?!
-[drills grinding]

That's the high speed
broadband upgrades.

We're crying out for 'em, ma'am.

Well, I'm sure it's
gonna assist greatly

with all your tweeting, Kenny,

but would someone tell
him to shut up?

Now then,

he was killed with a handgun

that Deverson himself signed
out of the garrison armoury.

So who would want him dead?

Wife, Laura.

Motive?

Him never being around.

So why kill him when
he finally comes back?

Playing away from home
as well as working.

He was clutching her
photo when he died.

No, she seemed genuinely
distraught.

Plus her mother confirmed
she was at home that night.

What about members of his team?

Vince Grafton.

He's infantry escort.

Dev's body guard when
he was the defusing.

Lance Corporal Kevin
O'Connor, fusilier.

Point man to the team.

Nickname, Budgie.

Both of them had a skin
full that night.

Grafton claims they came
back around midnight,

said their goodbyes,

he went back to his block.

Budgie doesn't remember a thing.

Well, the traces of vomit

tell us there was someone in
the house with him that night.

Did you get forensics to
crosscheck with their samples.

Aye, they said they'd
try their best boss,

but apparently there's a
variety of DNAs in vomit.

Depends on what you put in.

Thanks for that.

Did either of you
get any sense that

any of them held any
grudges against him?

All of the soldiers
I spoke to yesterday

seemed to respect him,
look up to him even.

Vince, I don't know whether
it's just soldiers code,

keep it in the family sort
of thing, but Vince did say

that Dev could be a
mean bastard sometimes.

Meaning?

He clammed up after that.
Said he meant nothing by it.

They were all under
stress out there.

You check Deverson's
military record?

Yeah, it's exemplary.

Does it say what he got
the military cross for?

Heroism under enemy fire.

His team were lured into a trap

and his second in command,
Oliver Barton, triggered an IED.

It was pressure released,
he was blown up.

Dev had to defend his
team from the Taliban,

extract his comrades
body and his men

without further casualties.

There's a full report here
from Lieutenant Colonel Chapel,

CO at Otterford.

Brave man.

Did any of the team
mentioned this Oliver Barton?

No.

Do you know him, Shep?

No, I'm only in the
post a few months.

Alright, Kenny,

I want checks on Vince Grafton
and this Budgie O'Connor.

Shep, I want background
on this Oliver Barton.

I want the log book
from the front gate,

CCTV tapes from the
night before last,

I want a list of everyone
who went in

or came out of the barracks.

Joe, was there any mention of
next of kin for this Barton?

Yeah there is.

Alright, I want someone
to go talk to them.

-I'll go, ma'am.
-Good.

Where are they?

The Cadvar Estates.

He's the estate manager there.

-What, the Cadvar?
-Yeah.

Do you know it?

Years back.

I'll tell you what,
we'll take this one, Joe.

Sorry, pet.

-Ma'am.
-Oh, thanks.

Kenny, Deverson's laptop.

Emails.

See if there was anything
going on in Afghanistan,

bullying, that sort of thing.

And see if he was carrying
on like you suggest.

Eh, password?

Now that's what the
detective part

of Detective Constable
means, Kenny.

Significant dates, kids
names, anything at all.

Come on, we've got work to do.

[engine buzzing]

Keith and Diana Barton.

He's a former Sergeant Major

in the Royal Ordinance
Fusiliers.

He retired from the regiment
15 years ago.

Now he runs shooting
parties on the estate.

So how is it you know
this place again?

Was it a couple of balls
here when you were a lass?

[chuckling] My dad.

He had a bit of a racket
going with a shoot manager.

Must be this Barton.

Whenever he spotted a
peregrine's or a goshawk's nest

he'd call me dad,

hope he'd come and take
the eggs and the young

if there were any.

Why did he want to
get rid of them?

Birds of prey pick
off the chicks

they breed for the shoot.

Old bugger made me
turn a blind eye.

[dogs barking]

Up you get, up!

Good girls.

-Mr. Barton.
-A moment.

Ranking in the woods
before tomorrow's shoot,

stop the birds straying.

DCI Vera Stanhope.

Stanhope.

-Anything to --
-Daughter.

Ah, so the poacher's
girl's a gamekeeper.

Better watch what I say.

Actually, we're here to
talk about Oliver, your son.

Have you got a minute?

[Keith] The day he got
his tapes at Otterford.

[Joe] Thank you Mrs.
Barton, you shouldn't have.

[Diana] It's Diana, please,
it's nothing.

You served with the Royal
Ordinance Fusiliers too,

eh Mr. Barton?

Out of Otterford?

I did my time.

He's being modest.

Rose to Sergeant Major
didn't you, sir?

Thanks.

And you still retain
links with the regiment?

Cut off my leg and you'd see

Royal Ordinance Fusiliers
written right through me.

So you would have
been at the dinner

the night before last?

Oh, we wouldn't miss it.

It was our chance to,
you know, remember Ollie.

Oh, you've sacrificed
more than most.

Yes.

Yes, we have.

Did you come straight
home after?

We went to Dominic's
for a nightcap.

Why?

Dominic?

Lieutenant Colonel Chapel.

I was his Platoon Sergeant
on his first tour.

He was fresh out of sanders.

I thought you wanted
to talk about Ollie?

I'm afraid I have to
tell you that yesterday,

the body of your son's immediate
superior, James Deverson,

was found at the barracks.

Well, as I said, I am,
we are close to Dominic.

He called me yesterday.

Deverson was Ollie's
colleague after all.

Yeah, which is why I
want to talk to you

about Ollie's death.

It's a needless bloody waste.

Keith, please.

He did stand on an IED
didn't he, Mr. Barton?

and then Deverson extracted
his body and the team.

That's what they gave
him the MC for wasn't it?

You don't think that
is what happened?

How can we know what happened?

Now Deverson's dead too.

What more can we tell you?

We weren't there were we?

No, I understand that.

And I'm sorry to have
brought that all back to you.

It's not like it ever goes away.

I'll see you out.

Thanks.

So it's a big shoot?

Two days.

-Your guns?
-Estate's.

Don't worry, they're all
registered and licenced.

Just giving them the once
over before tomorrow.

It must be big business,
these shoots.

Well, it helps maintain
the place,

keep some of us employed.

This one's private for His
Lordship and his friends.

I better get those
dogs out there

so there's still some
birds to shoot at.

Make sure there's still
enough game for them

to all feel like the last
of the great white hunters.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

-Bye.
-Thanks, Mr. Barton.

So how come you know
so much about the army?

I used to love everything
to do with the army

when I was a kid.

It seemed like a way out.

Oh, why didn't you
choose that as a career?

Celine.

Imagine her letting
me go to Afghanistan

six months at a time.

Their loss.

Now get Shep to check
their alibis with Chapel.

And Laura Deverson told us
the dinner wasn't for wives.

[tyres rattling]

Is the Provo about?

Yeah, he's around, I'll
give him a ring.

Great.

[ominous orchestral music]

Laura 2000, Dev's email.

He married Laura in 2000.

Hey, you're not just a
pretty face then, Kenny.

What does it tell us?

Well, that's the problem.

Mainly spam, fishing scams.

He didn't seem to use
it much though.

Or the emails, that is.

Hey, don't think I can
get all lads mad

just cause Holly is
no longer here.

Is there nothing
to his wife even?

EOD, boss.

Explosive ordinance?

No, no, everyone's divorced.

It's an army joke Shep told us.

Oh, telling each other
jokes now are we?

Just because he's not
emailing his misses,

doesn't mean they're
getting a divorce.

It's not like he's emailing
anybody else.

Well maybe he didn't have
high speed broadband.

You better check,

See if there's any sign
of divorce proceedings.

Solicitors, banks,
that sort of thing.

Boss,

turns out there were traces
of blood in that vomit,

from an ulcer.

-They've got a match?
-Uh-huh.

[intense orchestral music]

Budgie!

You need to put that
beer down, Budgie.

Come with me.

[intense orchestral music]

Do you understand why
you're here, Kevin?

-Kevin, do you understand?
-Don't call me that.

Okay.

Budgie.

How do you come by
a name like that?

Dev said I was like
a canary down a mine

when my mouse started tweeting.

-Your what?
-Mouse.

Metal detector.

Oh, so you went out
in front did you?

Looking for IEDs?

So why didn't he
call you canary?

Because I'm a Fusilier.

They named the budgies
because of our dress hat.

Typical British army, Dev said,

always messing up on equipment.

They sent me a budgie
instead of a canary.

Have an ulcer, Budgie?

You told me Sergeant here

you couldn't remember what
happened the night before last,

but we found formate
with traces of blood,

your blood, at Dev's house.

So do you remember going
back to Dev's?

What were you doing there?

I asked, Budgie, what
you were doing there.

I want to confess
to the murder of

Staff Sergeant James
Deverson, ma'am.

After the dinner we went
out on the piss,

drinking all day,

been like that since Afghan.

Need to knock myself out.

But after them fireworks,
my legs went from under me.

And then what?

And then Dev took me home.

His home?

Gave me some tabs
to help me sleep.

He had trouble in all
himself like that.

Said for me to take the bed,
said he didn't use anymore.

And the next thing I know,

I'm coming to and
I'm staring at Dev

and he's shot through the head

and I know it's me
that's done it.

But it looked like suicide.

You knew he had a gun.

Some lines like to bring
mementos back from Afghan.

His gun was army issue, Budgie.

I mean they have kit,
their own kit.

What about the silencer?

What do you want from me?!

I did it!

I shot him!

I took his gone and I shot him.

You don't think I'm capable?

And then I made it
look like suicide,

just like you said,

and then I scampered
on to big block.

Dev rated you.

You did two tours together.

But he could be hard on
you Budgie, couldn't he?

Sometimes I messed up.

That why you killed him?

We wouldn't have all
got through without Dev.

But you didn't all get
through, did you Budgie?

Ollie didn't make it.

Now, we're just trying to
understand why you killed him.

I mean, you talk like he
was a second father to you.

Was it because he was
leaving the army?

Leaving you?

You take his medal,
his military cross?

-No.
-Not even as a memento?

No, I didn't mind
his leaving, okay?

What about Ollie?

What about Ollie's death?

Did you blame Dev for that?

No.

No, that was my fault.

It was me that got him killed.

[metal detector beeping]

[IED beeping]

[explosion booms]

Ollie!

Ollie!

Dev was a hero.

Got us and Ollie's
body out of there.

Ollie!

I didn't spot them other IEDs.

I told them that the
bathroom was clear.

[intense orchestral music]

Ma'am, Chapel's confirmed,

the Bartons were with
him till about 1:45 AM.

All right Kenny, has Billy
confirmed time of death?

Between 1:00 and 2:00 AM, ma'am.

And I checked CCTV,

the Barton's car left
barracks at 1:48 AM.

What about Chapel himself?

He's the commanding
officer, ma'am.

Well, no one's above
suspicion, Shep.

But I thought we had
our man anyway?

Found at the crime
scene, Valium, 10 grade.

There was enough Valium in the
vomit to knock out a horse,

and as you know, Dev was
long dead before Dawn.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking whatever
Budgie's done,

or thinks he's done,

he didn't do this.

This didn't happen in
some drunken brawl.

-This was a clinical job.
-[phone rings]

You can take that,

I'm going to discharge him.

Ashworth.

Ma'am, it's Keith
Barton downstairs.

I asked him to pop by
with Ollie's laptop,

just in case there was
anything on it, you know?

Bullying, troubles,
like you said.

Now that's what I like to see,

a bit of initiative.

Tell him I'll be downstairs
in a sec.

-[door creaks]
-[drills rattling]

The enemy are on us!

Go on Budgie, get in
there and help him,

he's one of ours!

Took Ollie out.

I don't know what
happened, boss.

Cleared them, I cleared
the IEDs, I'm telling you!

Come on Budgie, man up!

Can't move, Ollie's
out there, man!

Ollie's out there!

Let go of me.

Please, please, please.

[drills rattling]

It's not gunfire, Budgie.

No.

It's just drilling.

Is it loud noises?

I know.

Like drilling.

Bring it all back for you.

Is it?

The fireworks?

Is that what happened
that night, Budgie?

The fireworks.

You didn't want to be
on your own or maybe,

maybe Dev thought you
shouldn't be on your own.

So he took you back to
his place instead.

But some time in the
night you woke up

and that's when you saw
him, didn't you Budgie?

And you thought you'd done it.

Budgie, he'd been
dead for hours.

[door crashes]

Get down, Budgie!

Get down, now!

Easy.

Okay, Budgie.

Okay.

But I saw myself do it.

You didn't kill him, Budgie.

I can still see him
lying there in the sand.

His limbs like a jigsaw I
can't put back together.

Who?

You mean Dev?

Or Ollie?

The dead don't leave you.

[office chattering]

What are you looking at?

Go get me a large drink
and a psychiatrist.

At last, the cry for help.

I'll make you a wee cup of tea.

I know it would've been
Dev's Last Will and Testament

that we get absolutely
hammered in his memory.

Okay.

-To Dev.
-To Dev.

Sandancer legend.

Don't they give these
lads any kind of help

after all they've been through?

There are counsellors available

but soldiers have to
know they have a problem

to consult them.

And if they do,

it's still seen as a
sign of weakness by some.

I'll make some calls tonight.

Thanks for the lift.

You don't wanna overdo
the exercise.

Joking, I still got 10k
to run when I get home.

What, are you being
punished for something?

Ironman Challenge.

Cannot let the RMPs down.

Show the grunts what
us monkeys can do.

That's what they call us.

[pub chattering]

Where's Budgie?

Off with the pods.

Sent him a text,

told him where we were.

[ominous orchestral music]

[phone rings]

[keys crash]

Joe.

Just to let you know,

Ollie's emails have
been cleaned out.

His folders, his trashcan,
everything.

And it wasn't done two
months ago before he died,

it was done today.

Mum or Dad?

Well, his Dad he seemed
fine about bringing it in.

Let's pay him another
visit tomorrow

and Laura Deverson.

Now Joe, go and get yourself
home to Celine and the kids.

-Night.
-Right, goodnight.

[phone beeps]

[ominous orchestral music]

[pedestrians chattering]

Where we going lads?

Right, I'll see you
losers later.

Where you off?

Grafton, where you off to?

[intense orchestral music]

[binders slam]

[ominous orchestral music]

[door lock clicks]

[door creaks]

[dissonant music rings]

[intense orchestral music]

[feet pattering]

How does it compare?

Different angle than the first.

Awkward.

Enter jaw here, exited
scull here.

Might also have been
awake when it happened.

Gun?

Silencer.

It's just like the other one.

It's not army though,
not British army anyway.

Russian, maybe.

Little memento from Afghanistan.

Isn't that what he said?

Oh well, see what there
are in the way of prints.

-Note?
-No.

So what are we saying?

-Same killer?
-Or a copycat.

Apart from the angle of shot,

but crouching down
could explain that.

Any sign of a break in?

None I can see.

[door squeaks]

Who found him?

Vincent Grafton.

Thought maybe I better
check on him.

Was the door locked or unlocked?

Open.

Why did you think you
needed to check on him?

I thought maybe he
bugged out or --

Oh what? Killed himself?

He was a soldier and
a good soldier,

he wouldn't have done that.

I was just checking he
wasn't ill or something.

What did you do last night?

I was out drinking to Dev.

After?

Came back here, went to bed.

Ma'am.

Why was he in uniform?

We would've gone down.

Must've had still
last minute stag.

Well, we'll need the log book
from the front gate, Shep.

Right, and the CO wishes
to speak to you, ma'am.

Is it okay?

Thanks.

This latest death is terrible

for the barracks,

for the regiment,

as well as being a
tragedy in itself.

And I can't help but think that
it might've been prevented.

If you had not gone around
chasing phantom murderers,

then perhaps Corporal O'Connor

might not have taken his
life in the same way.

We believe somebody killed
these men and might kill more,

and I might be able to get
to the heart of the matter

if you and your men showed
a little more cooperation.

I am sorry.

I don't understand
Chief Inspector.

Hasn't Captain Shepherd
been of assistance?

Captain Shepherd's
been a great help.

No, I believe that's something
happened in Afghanistan,

something that links the
deaths of these two soldiers,

but nobody's prepared
to talk about it.

And what do you suppose
that something is.

Oliver Barton.

I've written a full report.

I've seen it in Deverson's file.

Then you will know
what occurred.

I spoke to Keith Barton

and he was reluctant to
endorse the official version

so I did a little
bit of reading up

on military procedure last night

and I discovered it
was Deverson's job

to ensure that the incident
site is safe.

Chief Inspector,

I do not believe that
you have the authority --

Did Deverson follow procedure?

Maybe not to the letter, but --

So he could be seen
to be responsible.

Barton was Deverson's
number two.

Now, even if he technically
should not have been the one

to secure the ground,

he had the skill set to do so.

So it is only in the
letter of the law

that Keith Barton and his
family might have a case.

What sort of a case?

They were pursuing the matter?

I cannot speak for them.

On the night that James
Deverson was killed,

you invited the Bartons back
to your house for drinks

to talk about Ollie?

Amongst other things.

They wanted you to push
for an inquiry.

And you told them no.

What time they leave?

As I told Captain Shepherd,
approximately 1:45 AM.

Shep, you stay here,
take statements.

Dev's team, what's left of them.

Anyone who saw Budgie
last night.

And guns.

You've got to find all
these personal arsenals

before anyone else gets hurt.

[engine roars]

[intense orchestral music]

[door knocks]

[door creaks]

Are Keith or Diana home?

No, Dad's with the shoot

and Mom's with the
cash and carry.

Can I help?

[Vera] Peas in a pod.

[Barton] Terrible twins,

Mum was used to call
me and Ollie.

And you were the Royal
Ordinance Fusiliers too?

Medical Corp but I'm
based Otterford.

Still completing my training
at Newcastle City hospital.

But then you're gonna
Afghanistan will you?

If I'm needed.

It's sad to say, but theatre
box is one of the best places

to learn new theatre skills.

What was it you wanted?

Could we have a look
at Ollie's room?

See if we can get some idea?

I mean, he still
had a room here?

Yeah.

But why?

Well, we're looking at
your brother's death

and trying to find out

exactly what happened
in Afghanistan.

[feet thumping]

We're very differently,
me and Oll.

Bury myself in some
science books

and he'd be in the back
of an old computer or

radio circuit board.

Dad wanted us to go to uni
and then to officer training.

He'd risen up through the ranks,

he wanted his sons to be
able to go further than him.

That's perfectly natural.

But Ollie knew what he wanted.

He didn't want to be
ordering men to do things,

be in there,

getting his hands dirty,

doing them himself.

He signed up as a private
after school.

Ollie had just been selected

for his final training
to become an ATO.

So he'd have then being
qualified to do Dev's job.

Deverson insisted that
he'd only go back out

if Ollie was his number two.

-Or what?
-He'd quit.

But Ollie could have
said no, right?

Dev would've made sure

that was him finished
in ordinance disposal.

Deverson must've thought
highly of him all the same.

You have to trust the man
you're out there with.

What do you think happened
in Hellmont, Alex?

Your parents think
that Ollie's death

might have been preventable,
Alex.

They think there might be
grounds for an inquiry.

So why don't you tell us what
you think happened out there

and maybe we can help?

Deverson diffused an IED.

They did the controlled
explosion,

but then he sent Ollie
in to give the all clear.

That's Deverson's job
as officer in charge

to give the all clear.

But how would Deverson
know there were more IEDs?

Well he'd been up to
the incident site.

He'd have seen the
lay of the land.

If there are any more ground
signs of devices, he'd know.

You think he wanted
Ollie killed?

I'm not saying that.

And now that Deverson's
dead, we'll never know.

Were you here the night
Deverson was killed?

Anyone vouch for you?

Yeah.

No.

My parents were here
earlier in the evening

before the dinner.

What about last night?

I was on duty at the hospital.

And your parents,
where were they?

They were up at the main house.

There was a dinner for the
first day of the shoot.

Ollie's laptop that your father
brought into us yesterday,

the emails had been wiped.

Know anything about that, Alex?

You've got to help us here.

It was nothing to do
with Afghanistan,

it was just girlfriend stuff.

Private, that's all.

He's dead.

Is he not entitled
to his dignity?

[engine hums]

No, that's great.

Thanks, Kenny.

Counsel house confirmed the
Bartons were there last night.

Alex Barton?

The hospital says he
was on night shift.

-Laura Deverson?
-At home.

Anything from divorce
proceedings?

Kenny says no sign.

And the good news?

The prints on the gun,
Vincent Grafton.

You might be interested
in this then.

I did a search of the lines
looking for illegal firearms.

Well, where did you come
across a collection like this?

You'd be surprised what
28 dollars will get you.

A suit can badger a sand gun.

Did you talk to the other
who were with him last night?

I have.

They said he left them down
the keyside around midnight,

but look at this.

From the log book
at the front gate.

Right then Vince, I think
you better come with us.

-You arresting me?
-Can do if you like?

Unless you've got licences
for your little arsenal?

[intense orchestral music]

So you're out on the lash
on Dean Street last night?

Had a few babies.

Well, you signed back
in at 11:30 PM.

Did you get back at 11:30?

If that's what it says.

Oh, only the name before
yours gets back at 12:20 AM.

[intense orchestral music]

Your colleague said they
left you down at the keyside.

You with anyone?

Maybe I got lucky.

Hmm, a woman?

She have a name?

You don't think much of
women, do you Corporal?

I like them

lots,

just don't wanna get
too close to them.

They mess you up when
you're a soldier.

Like Ollie?

I don't know you're
talking about.

He had girlfriend problems,
didn't he?

Yeah, he had some problems
with his bird before the,

before the last tour.

So?

It's pretty common in our line.

What's her name, Ollie's
girlfriend?

She have one?

I'm sure she did but I
didn't know her, did I?

Listen Vince, Budgie was killed

with a weapon you smuggled
back from Afghanistan.

Your prints are all over it

so I suggest you start
telling us --

So what if Budgie was
shot with my gun?

Doesn't mean I did it.

He knew I had them guns.

Lots of the guys did.

Where were you last night?

I was with someone, wasn't I?

You stop off at a
hotel or a BNB?

I was down in the front,
didn't get back til dawn.

My mate Kez was on stag at
the front gate that morning,

ask him.

[chair thumps]

Kenny, I'm gonna
check something.

Watch her back, will you?

Yeah, sure.

What happened in Afghanistan
the day Oliver Barton died?

Listen Vince,

I'm not interested in
the rights or wrongs

of what goes on out there,

but I believe that the death
of Budgie and of Deverson

have something to do with it.

Dev changed the last tour.

He was still the best
at his job and all,

you could put your house
on him to get you through.

Outside, he didn't join in.

No banter.

Distant.

Especially with Ollie.

Do you blame Deverson
for Ollie's death?

Or did you blame Budgie?

[intense orchestral music]

The century admits he entered
the wrong time in the log.

Said it was well after
dawn when he got back.

Yeah, can we trust that?

These lads were rather go to
jail than tell us the truth.

Get Shep to check the CCTV.

You still think he did it?

Where are you off to?

Evening shift will be starting.

You can knock off when
you've done that.

[ominous orchestral music]

[brakes screech]

[ominous orchestral music]

[birds chirping]

Stupid.

[phone ringing]

Have you got a moment?

Yup, yup.

Right, Budgie's death,

forget about Deverson's
for the minute.

What did the forensics tell us?

Yeah, angle of shot suggests
he was awake.

Right.

[Billy] Teeth weren't
broken or burned like Dev's.

Right, what else?

Which means this mouse
was open for the gun.

Yeah, sorry.

No sign of a struggle either.

Yeah, if it wasn't for
the other death,

I'd have said he took
his own life.

Here's me feeling so smug.

Because Deverson's death

looked too like a suicide
to be a suicide,

I've only gone and assumed
Budgie's was the same

because it looks so
much like Devs.

Budgie wanted us to arrest
him to save him from himself.

Thanks, Billy.

[phone beeps]

[intense orchestral music]

So let's proceed on
the assumption that

Budgie's death was not murder,

though that doesn't rule
out a connection.

All these lads were
members of the same unit,

close colleagues
of Oliver Barton,

whose death, they all witnessed.

Ma'am, computer forensics
have recovered

Oliver Barton's deleted emails.

We might have our connection.

[brakes screech]

I'll see you in a minute.

What, you're not coming?

No, you go and charm her first.

I'm sorry that he
killed himself,

but I didn't know him that well.

Dev didn't talk much
about the others?

He said he had a private
self and a soldier self.

He thought he could switch
one off and the other on.

And when he was on tour?

No demands from us
on his private self

so he could be all soldier.

[intense orchestral music]

It must be difficult

being away from each other for
such a long period of time.

Him not writing much.

You go into his email account?

He did still care
about you, Laura.

He was holding this picture
when he died.

So much of my married
life, I've been alone.

While Jim was off
saving the world,

I was stuck in his house
and his barracks,

playing father and
mother to his kids.

And the funny thing is,

I don't even understand
what we're doing there.

Afghanistan, it's their country.

They want to live like that.

Killing and murdering, maiming.

So why do we have to go
and sort it out for them?

Why does my husband have to
go and sort it out for them?

You did get close to
Ollie Barton, didn't you?

Yeah, he knew what
it was like for me.

And then it became
something else.

Now, why didn't you tell
us this before Laura?

Because it wasn't like
that for me at least.

Well, you can't understand
how trapped,

how penned in on every
side I was, I am.

I still am.

Between children and
the army and Dev and

expectation.

And when Dev found out,
what did he do?

He went around to Ollie's
and threatened him,

threatened to kill him.

He had a gun,

he kept a gun in the house
and they got into a fight.

The RMPs had to come
and sort it out.

They said they were
putting him on a warning.

It's not in the file.

He was their star turn,
clearing mines, saving lives,

winning medals.

But then again, maybe Jim
just sorted it himself.

Like he sorted it
for all the wives

to have nothing to
do with me after,

like he sorted it for Ollie.

You think he knowingly put
Ollie's life in danger?

I don't know what to think.

I just know that Jim insisted
Ollie went on that tour.

Hm. [chuckles]

The little red hatchback,

that's your car, is it pet?

Yeah.

Only I was talking to your
neighbour, Mrs. Preston.

She's very observant.

She said your car was
gone until the early hours

the night your husband
was killed.

I went out, yeah.

Now that's different than
what you told us before.

I was with Alex.

Alex Barton, Ollie's brother?

He found out about me and
Ollie from Ollie's emails and

he wanted to ask me if the
family could use them as
evidence

for an inquiry into
Ollie's death.

Evidence that your husband
had a motive to harm Ollie.

And what did you tell them?

How could I look my
kids in the eye?

Turning against their father?

I couldn't do that.

I couldn't do what they
were asking me.

They?

Alex and Ollie's parents
were there for a bit

and then they went to dinner.

And you stayed with Alex?

We were just drinking
wine and remembering Ollie

and I drank too much
so Alex drove me home.

-In his car?
-In mine.

-What time was that?
-Midnight, just after.

Then what?

He got a cab and went home.

[ominous orchestral music]

So?

Why would Alex clear
his brother's emails

when he wanted Laura
to go public with them?

Because she said no?

Because Dev was dead.

It only embarrasses her.

What and he didn't want
to embarrass her?

Deverson put Ollie in
danger in Afghanistan,

getting him back for
sleeping with his misses.

Ollie dies.

His soldiers support
his story because --

Because Ollie had broken trust.

It's code of honour.

Or maybe they don't all agree.

Vince Grafton thinks Dev
could be a mean bastard.

Maybe he thinks that Dev
would put him in danger.

Then Vince Khan hack it when
Dev gets his military cross

knowing what's gone on.

Or maybe he's paying them
back for endangering them

with their private squabbles.

Thinks women are trouble,
doesn't he?

[waves whooshing]

You showed Laura this photo?

[Joe] Mmhm.

Did you tell her where
we found it?

[Joe] Yeah.

How'd she take it?

She was surprised, given
everything that's gone on.

Deverson was a estranged
from his wife.

She'd had an affair with
one of his mates.

Yet the night he dies,

he falls asleep clutching
her picture?

He still loves her.

Or maybe the killer
put it there.

And where does the
killer get it?

The wall?

Not the sort of picture
you put on a wall, Joe.

You can leave that.

Not the same without
something to dunk anyway.

[door pounding]

[door pounding]

Ma'am.

[Diana] Come on.

Chief Inspector.

No one in?

No, Alex is up at the hospital

and Keith's away with the shoot.

He won't be back
till after dark.

Alex said you called
yesterday as well.

Well, we're still trying
to piece together

exactly what happened to
your son in Afghanistan.

Does that mean that might
be an inquiry after all?

Oh, well it's not for
me to decide, pet.

But if we could uncover
further evidence.

Can we talk?

It's very beautiful
here, isn't it?

Is it?

Yeah, I suppose it is.

I suppose I should
count myself lucky

to live in such a place,

but I don't feel lucky.

I feel like I've given
my whole life

in the service of this country.

First, trailing after
Keith with the boys

while he's posted to
Germany and Ireland

and God knows where.

And then when we finally
come home and make a home,

a real home,

my own little boy ...

You know when I hear
some boy's won a medal,

I think about his wife
and his mother.

I think of all the tears
that have been shed

in the winning of that medal.

Were you upset that
Laura Deverson

wouldn't allow you to use
her affair with your son

as evidence to push
for an inquiry?

No, I wasn't.

I don't condone her actions,

but I just thought it
was unfair to ask her.

She's a soldier's wife.

And the lover of another
soldier, apparently, my son.

And I expect she's
suffered greatly.

But your husband and Alex?

Keith wanted to go ahead and
make it public anyway and,

Alex, I don't know.

By the time I saw him the next
day, James Deverson was dead.

Did your husband discuss an
inquiry with Dominic Chapel

at his house After the dinner?

-Yeah, they talked, yeah.
-And?

And Dominic said he
couldn't help us.

Mrs. Barton,

Diana,

I don't suppose you have
a hair brush of Ollie's

or a lock of hair?

For DNA.

No, I'm afraid I didn't
keep a lock of hair.

Anything at all that
might have traces.

His army kit, perhaps.

No, I washed and mended
his uniform.

I'm sorry, pet.

What about his teeth?

Excuse me?

His baby teeth.

Do you still have them?

[intense orchestral music]

Thanks, Mrs. Barton.

Right, I'm taking you
straight to the lab.

Get them to crosscheck
those teeth

with the blood on the
original of this.

Stand over them while
they do it if you have to.

Where you going?

Shep.

See if Laura Deverson's
story's true

about Dev threatening
Ollie with a gun.

And if so, why any report of it

has been removed from the file.

The keeping of soldiers records
is not my responsibility,

Chief Inspector.

Captain Shepherd has found

you made special pleadings
to her predecessor

not to have the charge of a
fray added to Dev's records.

It was a personal
conflict, out of character,

no reflection on his soldiery.

Plus, it would have
reflected badly

on the regiment

and there'd be no chance
of him winning any honours,

let alone the military
cross after that.

I did not think it was
relevant to your investigation.

It is not for you
to decide what is

or is not relevant to
my investigation.

Now, is there anything
else you have withheld?

Chief Inspector, you are
meant to be investigating

the death of these two men.

Instead you seem intent
on questioning

military operation
and procedure,

which lie beyond the range

of your jurisdiction
or competence.

You're in no position to
question my competence.

Captain Shepherd,

I must ask you to resume
charge of this investigation.

As I should have insisted
from the outset.

Now, if you don't mind.

I'm afraid I cannot comply
with this request, sir.

It is not a request, Captain.

Sir, you have no procedural
authority over RMP.

No, but you do have authority
over this investigation.

Under the Provost
Marshall's ruling of 2009

in all serious crime relating
to the military in the UK,

the civilian police
will take the lead.

Sir.

[intense orchestral music]

Hey Shep,

I hope that hasn't ruined
your chances of promotion.

Well, likes the ID we're
independent of the powers that
be.

At least that's the theory.

We've got our match.

Two different blood
traces on the photo,

Dev's and Ollie Barton's.

And I confirmed with Laura
that she gave the photo

to Ollie before he went
to Afghanistan.

Ollie had it on him
when he died.

That's the motive.

Revenge for the death of
Oliver Barton in Hellmont.

Now, the killer planted
the photo on Deverson

as a sign to thinking

that since Laura's his wife,

no one but them's going
to see it as such.

Who had access to
Ollie's personal effects?

They would've been returned
to his family.

Let's pay a little visit
to the hospital.

[ominous orchestral music]

We talked about Ollie
mainly and family.

Around midnight, I drove her
in her car back to her place.

And then I got a cab home.

So you left your house with
Laura Deverson at midnight,

arrived at her house at 1:00 AM.

What time you get home, Alex?

Around 2:30?

Take a detour?

Stop by the barracks,
settle an old score?

No.

What then?

I was waiting for the cab.

What'd you do while
you were waiting?

-Talked.
-Talked?

-Where?
-Laura's car.

What about.

Ollie.

Hey, that's a lot of
talking about Ollie.

-Nothing else?
-It's difficult.

It's complicated.

That be holding a torch for
big brother's girlfriend.

No?

It wasn't to protect on his
privacy you wiped his emails.

It was the cover their
affair and your tracks.

I don't have to say
anything do I

without a lawyer present?

Haven't arrested you yet.

Would you prefer that?

-Joe?
-Okay.

Okay.

It's because I could
see the whole thing

had caused her so much pain.

And after that night,

after hearing her side,

I thought my dad should just
give up looking for an inquiry.

It was your dad pushing
for the inquiry, was it?

And me.

But I was doing it for him.

After that night, I thought
it just prolongs the pain.

I told him before he
left for the dinner

and then when I heard
that Deverson was dead,

well it just seemed cruel to
drag her all through it again.

What about the photo of Laura?

What photo?

The one with Ollie's
things from Afghanistan.

Never seen it.

Well, it would have been
sent to his next of kin.

I'm not his next of kin.

I don't care how long it takes,

I want every little detail, Joe.

And don't take any
slapper from him.

You're gonna be alright
on your own?

[intense orchestral music]

[phone rings]

Kenny says that the cab
company confirmed

that a passenger was picked up

outside Laura Deverson's
at 1:30 AM

and that they dropped
off at the Cadvar Estate

around 2:30 AM,

so that there's no way that
he had time to take a detour

around the Otterford
barracks at that time.

And Shep's checked,

there's no record of Alex Barton

entering or leaving the
camp afoot that night?

No, none.

What about Chapel?

There's still no sign.

Well, give him a calling again.

I don't care if he's
invading France.

If he's not with her
in five minutes,

I'm gonna have him
arrested for obstruction.

Chief Inspector?

Which way was the hunt
headed, Mrs. Barton?

Out to Cadvar Woods, why?

Thanks, pet.

What's going on?

Mum?

[gravel grinding]

I was in a meeting with
military officials,

Captain Shepherd.

What was it that couldn't wait?

The night that Deverson
was murdered,

you invited the Barton's
back to your house

after the dinner
here at the hall?

More like Keith insisted.

He wanted to talk about his son.

And how far is your house?

20 minutes by foot,
five minutes by car.

You drove?

You took them in your car?

Could you show us?

[ominous orchestral music]

[gravel grinding]

[brakes screech]

[gunfire pops]

You said they stayed until 1:45?

Yes.

Did they walk back from
your house to the car park?

Diana was tired.

She was wearing heels.

Keith decided to go
back for the car.

Would they pass by this way?

It's one way that
could have come.

-[gunfire pops]
-[dogs marking]

Is this the most direct way?

[Vera panting]

Keith Barton?

Mr. Barton?

How long was he gone?

Hard to say, 20 minutes?

Was it not more like half
an hour or 40 minutes?

And that's why they were
so late leaving?

You and Barton go back
a long way, don't you?

He was Platoon Sergeant on
your first tour, wasn't he?

I've committed no
crime, Sergeant.

I was asked what time they left

and I have told you accurately.

[ominous orchestral music]

[Vera panting]

[phone rings]

Gibbet, where we
hang the vermin.

Scares others off.

I know it's frowned on,

but nature doesn't operate
by man's laws.

Your father would have
understood that.

Put the gun down, Keith.

I'd have done anything
for them, my boys.

Same as in the army.

The only way a unit survives
is by standing together,

whatever it takes.

[Alex] Dad?

Now, it's all changed.

All hearts and minds.

Ollie and I disagreed on that.

He thought you could
reason with the enemy,

make them see you're right.

Then he gave his
heart to a woman

and look what he husband did.

He insisted on Ollie
going on that second tour

so he could fix him.

So I fixed him.

Natural law.

Dad?!

Keith.

Don't, don't!

You think I'm gonna
sit there and watch

while the murderer of my son
is awarded a medal for bravery.

Dad!

So you took it did you, Keith?

Dad, please.

You took his military cross?

I looked for it,

but I expect even he
was ashamed to keep it.

It is not your fault Ollie died.

Please don't do this.

[gunfire booms]

They say it's just
a flesh wound.

Like you said, takes guts
to go through with it.

It'll take more than guts
to live with what he's done.

[melancholy choral music]

May God give you his
comfort and his peace,

his light and his joy

in this world and the next.

And the blessing
of God Almighty,

the father, the son
and the Holy Spirit

be among you and remain
with you always.

Amen.

[Mourners] Amen.

[melancholy choral music]

Vince.

Look, I know it doesn't compare,

what we do,

but what we are fighting for,

both of us in our own way,

it's for more than
just our mates.

And though it's not
always pretty,

we're both good at what we do.

So you let him off
the weapons charge?

On condition he has his little
mementos decommissioned.

So Shep, what's next to you?

Oh you know, 15k run,

see what's on my desk.

Glutton for punishment, you.

Still, if you're ever
looking for something,

when you're done with your
marching and your saluting,

or if your senior officers
stand in your way,

you look us up.

[ominous orchestral music]

[engine roars]

[birds cawing]

Hey, the garden is transformed.

Had to be done.

That shrub got so overgrown,

kept banging on the window.

Kept thinking it was Heath
Cliff coming to take me away.

So where's this stuff
you want moving?

No bother job today, pet.

That was just a ploy
to get you over here.

-Ta-da!
-Look at that.

Lunch.

Return the compliment.

Well, that's lovely
boss, but salad?

Yeah, I know.

End of the world.

Come on,

I'm feeling all d-mob happy.

As if I've made it through
basic training.

That's it.

Come here.

[children shouting]

[Boy] Where is he?

[children chattering]

[dramatic orchestral music]

Come on, Jimmy.

[Children] Pow, pow, pow.

[intense orchestral music]