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[Beeping]

[Exhales sharply]

[Rapid beeping]

CHAPELL: An
occasion such as this

is always one of
conflicting emotions,

as we celebrate the safe
return of our comrades

and the honors that they
have gained in the field.

We also remember the
injured and the fallen.

Dev. Shine up the old silver.

Looking good, looking sexy.

CHAPELL: Ladies and gentlemen...

- Let's get down there.
- The Royal Ordnance Fusiliers.

MAN: Has anybody
seen the enemy?!

Light House! 500 meters!

Rapid fire!

[Imitates explosion]

[Grunts]

Move!

Here you are, boss.
Have some rum.

- Take that, Terry Taliban!
- This one's for Ollie!

Charge!

- Aaaah!
- Aaaah!

[Laughs]

- Budgie!
- Man down!

- Man down!
- Man down!

Ah!

♪ Want to go home ♪

♪ Ahhh ♪

♪ Let me go home ♪

♪ Let me go home ♪

- Yeah! Yeah!
- Yeah! Yeah!

♪ I feel so broke up ♪

♪ I want to go home ♪

Hope he hasn't decided to stay.

Two tours of Afghan? Not likely.

Come here.

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[Cellphone rings]

Morning.

No.

No. They can be awkward buggers.

Listen, call Joe.

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

- You did it?
- Aye.

- How much?
- Pound.

That's what we used to get, Joe.

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

[Doorbell rings]

Go, then.

Go to your other woman.

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

Mm.

Well, I hope I'm the rock.

- Hi, Vera.
- Celine.

JESSIE: Mum! Mum!

The tooth fairy forgot
to take the tooth.

She'll come back for it, pet.

Well, I wouldn't worry about it.

She was going to
find out sooner or later.

Breakfast?

[Engine turns over]

It's an army death.

You would have
thought military police

would handle it themselves.

Boy soldiers
playing at policemen.

Fine at banging up a
couple of drunk squaddies

on a Saturday night.

But unexplained deaths...
Out of their league.

JOE: Isn't it their
case, though,

if it happens on
military property?

VERA: Ah, letter of
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.

Excuse me, sir.

Captain Shepherd, SIB.

- Vera Stanhope.
- Chief inspector, ma'am.

- D.S. Ashworth.
- Joe.

Most people call me Shep.

And this is Lieutenant
Colonel Chapell,

C.O. of the regiment.

Detective Chief Inspector,
welcome to Otterford.

Suicide, of course,
is bad for morale.

So we're grateful to
you for your assistance.

Let's hope we can resolve
this as soon as possible.

If you need
anything, please ask.

In the meantime, I 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.

SHEPHERD: 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.

VERA: Military Cross?

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

Aye, you got to go
down to the palace for it.

SHEPHERD: He was
down there only last week.

So where is it?

He would have been
wearing it last night.

Anyone come across this medal?

MAN: No, not yet, ma'am.

Family?

- Married. Two kids.
- JOE: Were they...

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

- Weapon?
- JOE: It's a Browning, 9-mil.

Standard army issue.

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

His?

SHEPHERD: We don't carry
weapons outside of theater.

He had to have checked
it out of the armory.

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

Well, there might
be something on that.

Have someone bag it up.

Who discovered him?

New-minted sergeant
out of Catterick.

Was supposed to move in with
his wife and baby this morning.

VERA: What, he was...

shipping out again?

SHEPHERD: He was
hanging up his boots.

15 years. His last
night on barracks.

VERA: Mm. Nice-looking 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. [Sighs]

Thoughts?

He's an armaments officer.

They know how to get
access to all the equipment.

It looks like suicide.

What?

After making it alive through a
couple of tours to Afghanistan?

SHEPHERD: Afghan affects
people in different ways, ma'am.

You see it here
when they come back.

Leaves its mark.

Ma'am.

- Looks like a squat.
- Aye, it's a bit grim, innit?

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 meself...

Firstly, I'm tense, so
I'm sitting up straight.

Second, I want my wrist behind
the shot because of the recoil.

So I hold it lower,
shoot upwards.

Now, look at him.

Exit wound is too low.

It's 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.

State of shock.

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

Where's Shep?

Getting the rest of the
Sandancers together.

- The what?
- Dev's bomb team.

Sandancer must have
been their call sign.

Must have been
a Shields lad, eh?

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

Right.

Get the statements
first, then the gun.

Get Shep to take
you to the armory.

Eh, you'll be like a
kid in a sweetie shop.

[Vehicle door closes]

SHEPHERD: Ma'am.

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.

So, after the fireworks at
the Collingwood Memorial?

Back to camp.

What time?

I thought you liked
real men, ma'am.

He's a bit boy band, is he not?

Answer Sergeant Ashworth's
question, Corporal Grafton.

I don't know what time.

Why don't you
check with front gate?

JOE: So you'd been
drinking since the meal?

And 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?

VINCE: We all signed
in, then said our goodbyes.

JOE: What about Budgie?

He could hardly stand.

Poor bastard.

Where did you wake
up this morning, Budgie?

The block. Me own bed.

You can't remember
getting there?

VERA: Always makes
me feel that little bit calmer.

I read once it's
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's 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.

Oh, an army thing.

Not for wives.

- So where were you?
- Home. You can ask my mum.

You don't think
that I had any...

No. But 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 it all at 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...

I didn't want to know.

- Letters?
- Well, it's e-mails now.

But he was never
much for writing.

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

there's not much
time for family.

[Cellphone rings]

Joe?

Right. I'm on my way.

Browning 9-mil is
standard army issue

since the Second World War,

but they've been
decommissioning them in batches.

The one that killed Deverson

should've been done
eight months ago.

- So someone took it instead?
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

- What am I looking at?
- The officer that signed it out.

James Deverson?

He would have known that it
was gonna be decommissioned.

So it must have got
lost in the bureaucracy.

- [Cellphone rings]
- Oh! 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 armaments officer.

Homemade or
modified. Expertly done.

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

Mm-hmm.

What about the team?

Corporal Vincent Grafton...
He's not giving anything away.

Lance Corporal O'Connor
claims that he drank so much

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

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?
- Mm-hmm.

Ma'am?

[Sighs] Lieutenant
Colonel Chapell.

[Sighs]

He's right.

We've nothing.

Nothing from his men.
Nothing from the wife.

The only prints on the gun

they appropriated
from the armory are his.

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

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

BILLY: It's not a
theory. It's a fact.

You did tell him I'm a
pathologist, not a homeopath?

Besides, what's he
gonna threaten you with?

You're outside his
bailiwick, aren't you?

Outside everyone's.

Yeah, but he can still
make things difficult.

BILLY: 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 going
to 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
gut when we opened him up.

Had to mop the
place clean after.

And here's me thinking

you'd been partying
in the morgue again.

So there was someone
else in the house with him.

Put that down, Kenny.

This is an incident
room, not a greasy spoon.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a visitor.

Captain Shepherd from Her
Majesty's Royal Military Police

is going to 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.

Oh.

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.

[Drilling]

But the common view...

Of which you are the
proud possessor, Kenny...

Is that it is a
cowardly act, yes.

Now, what is that?!

That's the high-speed
broadband upgrades

were crying out for, ma'am.

Well, I'm sure it's
going to assist greatly

with all your tweeting, Kenny,

but would someone
tell 'em to shut up?

Now, then...

He was killed with a handgun

that Deverson himself signed
out of the garrison armory.

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.

VERA: Mm...

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,
his infantry escort.

Dev's bodyguard
when he was defusing.

Lance Corporal Kevin O'Connor.

Fusilier. Point man to the team.

Nickname... Budgie.

Now, both of them
had a skinful that night.

Grafton claims they came
back around midnight,

said their goodbyes, he
went back to his block.

Budgie doesn't remember a thing.

But the traces of vomit tell us

there was someone in the
house with him that night.

You get forensics to
cross-check 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.

Oh. Thanks for that.

Did either of you get any sense

that any of them held
any grudges against him?

All the soldiers I
spoke to yesterday

seemed to respect
him, look up to him, even.

Vince... I don't know
whether it's his soldier's 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?

Mm. Heroism under enemy fire.

His team were lured into a trap.

His second in command,
Oliver Barton, triggered an IED.

It was pressure-release.
He was blown up.

Dev had to defend his
team from the Taliban,

extract his comrade's
body and his men

without further casualties.

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

C.O. at Otterford.

Brave man.

Did any of the team
mention this Oliver Barton?

No.

- Did you know him, Shep?
- SHEPHERD: Ah, no.

I'm only in the
post a few months.

Right, Kenny.

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

Shep, I want background
on this Oliver Barton.

I want the logbook
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, is there any mention
of next of kin for this Barton?

Yeah, there is.

I want someone
to go talk to them.

- OFFICER: I'll go, ma'am.
- Good. Where are they?

The Cadvar Estate.

He's the estate manager there.

- What, the Cadvar?
- Yeah.

- Do you know it?
- Mm.

Years back.

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

Sorry, pet.

- OFFICER: Ma'am.
- Oh.

Thanks.

Kenny, Deverson's laptop.

E-mails.

See if there was anything
going on in Afghanistan.

Bullying, that sort of thing.

And see if he was carrying
on, like you suggest.

Uh, 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.

JOE: Keith and Diana Barton.

He's a former sergeant major
in the Royal Ordnance 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 coming to balls
here when you were a lass?

[Laughs] Me dad.

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

Must be this Barton.

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

he'd call me dad.

Up 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.

[Dog barks]

Up you get. Up. Good girls.

Mr. Barton?

A moment.

Blanking in the woods
before tomorrow's shoot.

Stop the birds straying.

D.C.I. Vera Stanhope.

Stanhope?

- Anything to...
- Aye. 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?

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
Ordnance Fusiliers, too,

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
Ordnance 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.

Well, 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 Chapell.

I was his platoon
sergeant on his first tour.

He was fresh out of Sandhurst.

Thought you wanted
to talk about Ollie.

I'm afraid to 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 M.C. 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 it all back to you.

It's not like it ever goes away.

I'll see you out.

Thanks.

- So the big shoot?
- Two days.

Mm.

- Your guns?
- The estate's.

Don't worry. They're all
registered and licensed.

Just giving them the
once-over before tomorrow.

JOE: They must be big
business, these shoots.

It helps maintain the place,
keeps some of us employed.

This one's private, for
his lordship and his friends.

I'd better get
those dogs up 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.

Seemed like a way out.

Why didn't you choose
that as a career?

Celine.

Imagine her letting
me go to Afghanistan

six months at a time.

Hmm! Their loss.

Now, get Shep to check
their alibis with Chapell.

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

Is the provo about?

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

Right.

Laura2000. Dev's e-mail.

He married Laura in 2000.

Eh, you're not just a pretty
face, then, Kenny, mm?

What does it tell us?

KENNY: Well, that's the problem.

It's mainly spam,
phishing scams.

He didn't seem to
use it much, though.

Only the e-mails, that is.

Eh, don't think you
can get all lads' mag

just 'cause Holly's
no longer here.

Is there nothing
to his wife, even?

No, EOD, boss.

- "Explosive ordnance"?
- 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
e-mailing his missus

doesn't mean they're
getting a divorce.

It's not like he's
e-mailing anybody else.

Maybe he doesn't have
high-speed broadband.

Well, you'd better check,

see if there's any sign
of divorce proceedings.

Solicitors, banks.
That sort of thing.

JOE: Boss?

Turns out there were
traces of blood in that vomit.

From an ulcer.

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

Budgie!

You need to put that beer
down, Budgie, and come with me.

[Beeps]

VERA: Do you understand
why you're here, Kevin?

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

Okay.

Budgie.

How did you come
by a name like that?

Dev said I was like a
canary down a mine.

If my Val started tweeting.

- Your what?
- Vallon.

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.

Nicknamed the Budgies
because of our dress hat.

"Typical British
Army," Dev said.

"Always messing up on equipment.

They send me a budgie
instead of a canary."

[Laughs]

[Chuckles]

Have an ulcer, Budgie?

Only you told my sergeant here

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

But we found vomit
with traces of blood...

Your blood... at Dev's house.

So do you remember
going back to Dev's?

Well, 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 out at them fireworks,
the 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 and
all himself like that.

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

Then the next thing
I know, I'm come 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 lads 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?! Right, I did it!

I shot him! I took his
gun, and I shot him!

What, you don't
think I'm capable?

Hmm?

And then I made
it look like suicide,

just like you said, and then I
scarpered back to me block.

Dev rated you.

You did two tours together.

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

Hmm?

'Cause 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.

No, 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 OI killed.

[Beeping]

[Rapid beeping]

Ollie!

OI!

Dev was the hero.

He got us and Ollie's
body out of there.

OI!

I didn't spot them other IEDs.

I told him that
the path was clear.

Ma'am, Chapell's confirmed

the Bartons were with
him till about 1:45 a.m.

Right. Kenny, has Billy
confirmed time of death?

Between 1:00 and
2:00 a.m., ma'am.

And I checked CCTV.

The Bartons' car left
barracks at 1:48 a.m.

What about Chapell 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 grain.

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.
- [Telephone 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.

- [Drilling]
- Now, that's what I like to see.

Bit of initiative.

Tell him I'll be
downstairs in a sec.

No, there's hundreds
of 'em, boss!

Budgie!

Come on, boss, we can't get
him! He's out there! He's dead!

He's one of ours! Come on, lads!

I don't know what
happened, boss.

I cleared them! I
cleared the IEDs!

I'm telling you!

Come on, Budgie, man up!

We can't move.

Ollie's out there,
man! Ollie's out there!

Let go of me! Please, please!

- Please, Budgie. Please.
- [Drilling continues]

[Whimpering]

It's not gunfire, Budgie.

No.

It's just drilling.

Is it loud noises...
You know, like drilling...

Bring it all back for you?

Is it?

Your 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.

Mm?

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.

Mm?

Budgie, he'd been
dead for hours.

[Crying]

Stand down, Budgie! Stand down!

Joe!

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.

What are you looking at?

Go and get me a large
drink and a psychiatrist.

At last. The cry for help.

I'll make you a wee
cup of tea, ma'am.

I know that it would've been
Dev's last will and testament

that we get absolutely
hammered in his memory.

Okay. To Dev.

- To Dev!
- To Dev!

Sandancer legend.

Don't they give these
lads any kind of help,

after all they've been through?

There are counselors available,

but soldiers have to
know they've got 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 want to
overdo the exercise.

I've still got 10K to
run when I get home.

What, are you being
punished for something?

Iron-man challenge.

Well, cannot let the RMPs down.

Show the grunts what
us monkeys can do.

- [Laughs]
- That's what they call us!

[Indistinct talking, shouting]

- Where's Budgie?
- Off with the birds.

I sent him a text, told
him where we were.

- [Door opens]
- [Cellphone ringing]

Joe?

Just to let you know,

Ollie's e-mails have
been cleaned out...

His folders, his
trash can, everything.

And it wasn't done two
months ago before Ollie died.

- It was done today.
- Oh?

Mum or dad?

Well, his dad seemed
fine about bringing it in.

Well, let's pay them
another visit tomorrow.

And Laura Deverson.

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

- Night.
- All right. Night.

[Indistinct talking, shouting]

Where are we going, lads?

[Indistinct talking]

Right. See you losers later.

Where are you off?

Oi, Grafton, where
are you off to?!

[Laughs]

How does it compare?

Different angle than the first.

Upward. Entered jaw
here. Exited skull 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.

A 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.

BILLY: Apart from
the angle of shot.

But crouching down
could explain that.

- Any sign of a break-in?
- JOE: None I can see.

[Creaking]

Hmm.

- Who found him?
- Vincent Grafton.

Thought maybe I'd
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'd bugged out or...

Or 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?

VINCE: We were a guard down.

Must have had to
do last-minute stag.

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

Right.

And the C.O. wishes
to speak to you, ma'am.

Uh, is it okay, if...

Thanks.

This latest death is terrible...

For the barracks,
for the regiment,

as well as being
a tragedy in itself.

Yet I can't help but think

that it might have
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'm sorry,

I don't understand,
Chief Inspector.

Hasn't Captain Shepherd
been of assistance?

Oh, Captain Shepherd's
been a great help.

Now, I believe that 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.

Oh, I've seen it. It's
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.

- Did you talk about Ollie?
- Amongst other things.

They wanted you to
push for an inquiry.

And you told them no.

What time did they leave?

As I told Captain Shepherd,
approximately 1:45 a.m.

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.

Uh, are Keith or Diana home?

No.

Dad's with the shoot, and
Mum's at the cash-and-carry.

Can I help?

- [Door closes]
- VERA: Peas in a pod.

Terrible twins, Mum always
used to call me and Ollie.

And you're with the Royal
Ordnance Fusiliers too?

Medical corps, but
I'm based at Otterford.

Still completing my training
at Newcastle City Hospital.

Ah. What, then you'll go
to Afghanistan, will you?

If I'm needed.

It's sad to say,
but theater of ops

is one of the best places
to learn new theater 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
into your brother's death

and trying to find out exactly
what happened in Afghanistan.

We were very
different, me and OI.

I'd bury myself in
some science books,

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

or circuit board.

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

He'd risen up through the ranks,

so 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 been
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 have made
sure that was him finished

in ordnance disposal.

Deverson must have thought
highly of him, all the same.

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

What do you think
happened in Helmand, Alex?

Look, your parents
think that Ollie's death

might've 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 defused 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?

He'd been up to
the incident site.

He'd seen the lie of the land.

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

You think he
wanted Ollie killed?

Well, 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.

Uh...

Uh, 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 in to us yesterday...

The e-mails 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?

JOE: Uh-huh. All right.

No, that's great. Thanks, Kenny.

Cadvar House confirmed the
Bartons were there last night.

Alex Barton?

The hospital says
he was on night shift.

- Laura Deverson?
- At home.

[Sighs]

Anything on 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 do you come
across a collection like this?

You'd be surprised
what $20 will get you

at a suq in Basra or Sangin.

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

Uh-huh.

They said he left them down
the quayside around midnight.

But look at this.

From the logbook
at the front gate.

VERA: Mm.

Right, then, Vince.

I think you'd better
come with us.

You arresting me?

Can do, if you like,

unless you've got licenses
for your little arsenal.

So you were out on the lash
on Dean Street last night?

Had a few bevvies.

Only you signed
back in at 11:30 p.m.

Did you get back at 11:30?

If that's what it says.

Oh, only the name before yours

gets back at 12:20 a.m.

Your colleagues said they
left you down at the quayside.

You with anyone?

Maybe I got lucky.

Mm? A woman?

She have a name?

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

I like them.

Lots.

Just don't want to
get too close to them.

They mess you up
when you're a soldier.

Like Ollie?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Well, 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. Loads of the guys did.

- Where were you last night?
- I was with someone, wasn't I?

You stop off at
a hotel or a B&B?

I was down the front.
Didn't get back till dawn.

My mate Kez was on stag
at front gate that morning.

Ask him.

Kenny, I've got to
check something.

- Watch our back, will you?
- Yeah, sure.

What happened in Afghanistan
the day Oliver Barton died?

[Door closes]

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 do you blame Budgie?

The sentry admits he entered
the wrong time on the log.

Said it was well after
dawn when he got back.

Yeah, can we trust that?

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

Get Shep to check the CCTV.

- You still think he did it?
- Aye.

- Where are you off to?
- Evening shift will be starting.

You can knock off
when you've done that.

Stupid.

[Beeps]

[Cellphone rings]

VERA: Have you got a moment?

Uh, yeah, yep.

Right, Budgie's death...

Forget about Deverson's
for the minute...

What do the forensics tell us?

Yeah, angle of shot
suggests he was awake.

Right.

Teeth weren't broken
or burned like Dev's.

Right. What else?

Which means his mouth
was open for the gun.

Um, yeah, sorry.

Uh, no sign of
a struggle either.

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

I'd have said he
took his own life.

[Sighs]

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 looked
so much like Dev's.

Budgie wanted us to arrest him.

To save him from himself.

Thanks, Billy.

[Sighs]

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 e-mails.

We might have our connection.

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.

JOE: It must be difficult
being away from each other

for such a long period of time,

him not writing much.

You got into his e-mail account?

He did still care
about you, Laura.

He, uh...

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, in his barracks,

being 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.

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 'round to Ollie's
and threatened him.

He 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.

Hmm.

[Chuckles]

Oh, the, um...

The little red hatchback.

That's your car, is it, pet?

Yeah.

Only I was talking to your
neighbor... 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'd found out about me
and Ollie from Ollie's e-mails,

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.

So?

Why would Alex clear
his brother's e-mails

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?

[Sighs]

Deverson puts Ollie in
danger in Afghanistan,

getting him back for
sleeping with his missus.

Ollie dies.

His soldiers support
his story because...

Because Ollie had broken
trust. It's a code of honor.

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 can't hack it when
Dev gets his Military Cross,

knowing what's gone on.

Or maybe he's paying them back

for endangering him with
their private squabbles.

Thinks women are
trouble, doesn't he?

You showed Laura this photo?

Mm-hmm.

Did you tell her
where we found it?

Yeah.

How did she take it?

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

Deverson was
estranged from his wife.

She's 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'd put on a wall, Joe.

You can leave that.

Not the same without
something to dunk anyway.

[Dogs barking]

Ma'am!

DIANA: Come on!

Chief Inspector.

No one in.

No, Alex is up at the hospital,
and Keith's away with a 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 there
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?

JOE: It's very
beautiful here, innit?

DIANA: 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...

You know, a real home...

my...

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...

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

And I expect she's
suffered greatly.

But your husband and Alex?

Oh, well, Keith wanted to go
ahead and make it public anyway.

And Alex, I don't know.

And by the time I
saw him the next day,

James Deverson was dead.

Did your husband
discuss an inquiry

with Dominic Chapell at
his house after the dinner?

- Yeah, they talked, yeah.
- Yeah. And?

And Dominic said
he couldn't help us.

Mrs. Barton... Diana...

I don't suppose you
have a hairbrush of Ollie's,

or a lock of hair?

For DNA.

No, I'm afraid...

I'm afraid I didn't
keep a lock of hair.

Well, 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?

DIANA: Excuse me?

His baby teeth. Do
you still have them?

Thank you.

Thanks, Mrs. Barton.

Right. I'm taking
them straight to the lab.

Get them to
cross-check those teeth

with the blood on
the original of this.

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

- Where are 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's 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
affray added to Dev's record.

It was a personal
conflict, out of character,

no reflection on his soldiering.

Plus, it would have reflected
badly on the regiment.

And there'd be no chance
of him winning any honors,

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
Marshal's ruling of 2009,

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

the civilian police
will take the lead.

Sir.

Hey, Shep, I hope that hasn't

ruined your chances
of promotion.

Well, like CID,

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 Helmand.

Now, the killer

planted the photo on
Deverson as a sign,

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 have been
returned to his family.

Let's pay a little
visit to the hospital.

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 a.m.

What time did you
get home, Alex?

Around 2:30.

Took a detour?

Stop by the barracks,
settle an old score?

- No.
- What, then?

I was waiting for the cab.

What did you do
while you were waiting?

Talked.

Talked?

Where?

Laura's car.

What about?

Ollie.

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

Nothing else?

Well, it's difficult.

It's complicated.

Aye, it would be,
holding a torch

for big brother's girlfriend.

No.

It wasn't to protect Ollie's
privacy you wiped his e-mails.

It was to cover their
affair and your tracks.

I don't have to say anything, do
I? Don't have a lawyer present.

Haven't arrested you
yet. Would you prefer that?

- Joe?
- Okay.

Okay.

It's because...

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 prolonged the pain.

I told him before
he left for the dinner.

And then when I heard
that Deverson was dead,

it just seemed cruel to
drag Laura through it again.

What about the photo of Laura?

What photo?

The one with Ollie's
things from Afghanistan.

I've never seen it.

It would have been
sent to his next of kin.

ALEX: I'm not his next of kin.

VERA: I don't care
how long it takes...

I want every little detail, Joe.

And don't take
any slaver from him.

You gonna be all
right on your own?

[Cellphone rings]

Kenny says that the
cab company confirmed

that a passenger was picked
up outside Laura Deverson's

at 1:30 a.m.

and that they dropped off

around the Cadvar
Estate around 2:30 a.m.

So there is no way they
had time to take a detour

around the Otterford
barracks in that time.

And Shep's checked there's
no record of Alex Barton

entering or leaving the
camp by foot that night?

No, none.

- What about Chapell?
- There's still no sign.

Well, get her to call him 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?

Oh, it's at Cadvar Woods. Why?

Thanks, pet.

ALEX: What's going on?

- Mum?
- [Engine turns over]

[Vehicle departs]

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 Bartons
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?

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

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.

And would they pass by this way?

It's one way they
could have come.

- [Gunshot]
- [Dogs barking]

[Man shouts indistinctly]

[Gunshot]

Is this the most direct way?

[Breathing heavily]

[Gunshot]

Keith Barton!

[Gunshot]

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.

[Ringing]

[Cellphone rings]

KEITH: Gibbet.

Where we hang the vermin.

Scares others off.

[Ringing continues]

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 her 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!

Do you think I'm gonna
sit there and watch

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

Dad!

Oh, 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.

Stop!

[Gunshot]

[Groans]

They say it's just
a flesh wound.

[Sighs]

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

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

[Woman vocalizing]

[Bell tolling]

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.

- Amen.
- Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Vince.

Look, I know it doesn't
compare, what we do.

But what we're 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?

Yeah, on condition he has his
little mementos decommissioned.

So, Shep, what's next for you?

Oh, you know, 15K run,
see what's on my desk.

Glutton for punishment, you!

[Chuckles]

Still, if you're ever
looking for something,

you know, when you're done

with your marching
and your saluting...

Or if your senior officers
stand in your way...

You look us up, hmm?

[Engine turns over]

[Door closes]

Hey, your garden is transformed.

VERA: Yeah, well,
had to be done.

That shrub got so overgrown,

kept banging on the window.

Kept thinking it was Heathcliff
coming to take me away.

So where's this stuff
you want moving?

Ah. No bob-a-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.

Eh, come on.

I'm feeling all demob happy,

as if I've made it
through basic training.

Eh. That's it.

Come here.

[Children shouting indistinctly]

Where is he?

- Come on!
- Come on!

Where are you, Jimmy?

Give up!

Come out, come
out, wherever you are!

- Come on, Jimmy!
- Come on, Jimmy!

Jimmy! Jimmy!

Bang, bang, bang!

Bang, bang!

Bang, bang, bang!

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Bang, bang!

Bang, bang, bang!

Bang, bang!

Bang!

Bang, bang, bang!

Bang, bang!

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