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- By that tree. Just under the surface.
- Go on, then.

Okay.

What's your first name,
Detective Superintendent?

Peter.

Peter.

Well, Peter, I'm very
sorry it has to be this way.

(COCKS GUN)

Coroner has given
a verdict of suicide.

Why was Frankie
doing a foreigner?

Experienced forensics
are thin on the ground.

Are they?

- No, she got called out.
- When was this?

- Last week.
- She didn't say anything.

- Did she need to?
- No, I guess not.

- So where did it happen?
- Probationary Service hostel.

The coroner recorded
a verdict of suicide.

And why are we interested in it?

Because Frankie thinks
the verdict is unsafe.

Oh, does she now?

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Morning. Morning.
- How are you?

Oh, this is cosy,
isn't it? Yeah?

- You're in a good mood.
- It's all about positivity, Grace.

- Oh, is it?
- I think I'll take the white one.

- You're not an irrational man.
- Well, I like to think I'm not.

- You don't lack logic.
- Is that an observation or a question?

- So if a problem exists...
- If.

- It exists for a reason.
- If.

The police were
satisfied it was a suicide

because the gun was
found in the guy's hand,

and the coroner took their word
for it. Too quickly for my mind.

I mean, we were rushed out of there
before the FDRs were even checked properly.

Having been dragged
out in the middle of the

night, you can imagine
I was bloody furious.

- You go get them, girl.
- Was he knocking boots?

Knocking what? Oh,
yeah. No, enough.

Anyway, this is the .38 Special
discovered in the victim's hand.

One shot was
fired at close range,

and the lab have just confirmed
that the bullet recovered

is a match for two
unsolved fatal shootings.

Unsolved?

One in 1977 and one
in 1983. That's my news.

Wow.

- Can I have a look at the gun?
- Yeah, the serial number's been erased.

- Fingerprints?
- No, and I've yet to check for DNA.

Why didn't the lab do that?

Because the police didn't
request it. It was down as a suicide.

They made a match on the
bullets quick enough, didn't they?

- Anomalies in the system.
- Right.

Congratulations,
Frankie. Our next case.

- Thanks, people.
- Great.

- No, no, no, wait a second.
- What happened to Mr Positive? Hmm?

You accept a problem exists.

- What do you want me to say?
- This isn't about what I want.

- Look...
- Elsbeth.

I know your name. I know who you
are. You know, I sign the cheques.

What I'm trying to
say in the most...

polite way is that...

- I don't think this is gonna work.
- What did you expect, Peter?

A quick fix and then
back to the fray? You

came here because
you identified a problem.

Did you come to
please someone else?

- Listen...
- That's what you're paying me to do.

- Are you getting annoyed with me, then?
- No, I'm getting real with you.

Well, just so long as
I know the difference.

"Stuff as dreams are
made on, and our little life

"Is rounded with a sleep."

"Such stuff as dreams are made on,
and our little life is rounded in a sleep."

- Hi.
- Right.

Bernard Leahy was a dope dealer

who got in over his head and
owed lots of money all across the city.

Malcolm Cornwall was a bookmaker
suspected of money laundering.

Both were shot in the street, close
range, single bullet to the head.

Leahy in Islington,
Cornwall in Soho.

Filed as unsolved murders, but remain at
statistics as possible contract killings.

Except Tim Denby
is our odd man out.

(GUN FIRING)

Twenty-two years in the
army, rank of staff sergeant.

He served with distinction in
the Falklands, Gulf and Kosovo.

He joined the Probationary
Service in 1999.

He was popular, unmarried,
without debt or political attachment.

- Quite a saint.
- So who would have it in for a saint?

A sinner.

Saints and sinners have a sort of
symbiosis. They do need each other.

Yeah, think about it.

Now, what about a Serb or
an Arab with an axe to grind?

- Unlikely.
- Why?

- He was an engineer.
- No, but it's possible, isn't it?

I mean, this man travelled all over the
world. Maybe he wasn't so squeaky clean.

Maybe he fooled people,
maybe he had enemies.

You know, I mean,
what about an ex-con

who had it in for him because
he'd revoked his licence?

I want you to think,
if you don't mind,

you know, beyond the zone of
perfection that surrounds this man.

- Or maybe he shot himself.
- Or, as Mel says, quite justifiably,

maybe he just shot himself.

- So we should eliminate that first, right?
- I think that would be prudent.

- Okay.
- Yeah. Is that all right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah.

Great. Thanks very
much. Thank you.

Has he been toking?

(CHUCKLING) Perhaps you
should investigate that first.

I don't ask my clients to lie on
the couch and slag off their parents.

Have I got off to a bad start?

Cynicism can be a sign
that someone is unable

to express their
feelings constructively.

- Why aren't you taking this seriously?
- I am.

Go on, Peter. Say
what you want to say.

When I wake up in the morning,
you know, my first thought isn't about

how I can constructively
express my feelings that day...

- What is it about?
- I don't know, erm...

Have I got a clean shirt? Is there
any milk for the tea? Is the milk off?

Why does it take so long for the
hot water to come out of the tap?

Try to remember where I parked the
car the night before. No, I'm just kidding.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Erm...

Why's there so much dog
shit everywhere? You know...

Why have people stopped looking out for
each other? I mean, how come we're a nation

that's gone so far up its own arse,
you can't move for the crap everywhere.

Do you wake up
miserable every morning?

Oi! Don't even think about it!

- Police!
- What?

- This is my car, all right?
- What's the matter?

I don't want any attitude
from you, you traffic warden.

You've got 10 minutes left.

- Well, what are you...
- It's my shopping list.

Don't forget the butter,
then. Have a nice day.

SPENCER: Have you ever been
to a probationary hostel before?

- MEL: No, actually, I haven't.
- It's like a human zoo.

- You don't believe in rehabilitation?
- Nope. All my experience goes against it.

Okay, so if Tim Denby didn't shoot
himself and one of the residents did,

what could be a possible motive?

A row over tea bags, a dispute over
which TV channel they're watching,

a scuffle over telephone
cards. Motive to them

isn't like motive to
me and you, you know.

You know what? That
is so blinkered, Spence.

It's past 11:00, they should
be in now. It's not blinkered.

Okay, second floor,

some bedsits and bathrooms.
Ground floor, TV room,

laundry room, communal kitchen,
some bedrooms, including scene of crime.

Okay.

Well, his head was turned
that way towards the window.

Was that because of the
momentum of the impact?

Or because of the position he
was in when the slug hit him?

You mean was he asleep
and someone snuck up on him?

Well...

Looks pretty obvious to me.

(GUN FIRING)

Or he was laying on
the bed, gun in his hand,

thought his last thoughts and...

- What's the name of the guy who found him?
- Don Keech.

What was he in prison for?

I killed the man who
interfered with my sister.

Interfered?

In her private parts.

- You didn't shoot him, did you?
- No, I didn't shoot him.

Have you ever handled a gun?

I strangled him after we got drunk
together and I put him at his ease.

I told him I knew
what he'd done.

Then when he was dead, and I
saw I'd killed him, I was horrified.

- Did you shoot Tim Denby?
- No.

- Have you ever shot anyone?
- No.

So we won't find firearms
discharge residue on your clothes?

- What?
- It's the stuff that fires the bullet.

I don't know.

We're gonna need
your clothes, Don.

- Okay.
- After the interview.

- FRANKIE: What are you thinking?
- The wound's at a funny angle.

GRACE: Is that a technical term?

It's a funny angle to hold the
gun if you're gonna shoot yourself.

If you're gonna shoot yourself,
why make yourself uncomfortable?

Do you know what I mean?

- Any signs of a struggle?
- No.

No wounds on the hands, which is
the usual sign of defence against attack.

So he either knew his attacker, was
taken by surprise or didn't see the threat.

Or he was lying on the bed, taking
40 winks before the 11:00 curfew

- and knew nothing about it.
- Mmm.

Forty winks that
would last an eternity.

- That's a bit profound, Boyd.
- Very melancholic.

- I'm just expressing my inner thoughts.
- Oh, well, it's good to share.

He could be our hit man. Has that
occurred to you? From '77 and '83?

Someone put a
contract out on him?

Hmm. Why not just shoot
him? Why feign a suicide?

Yeah, and why use the same
gun traceable to previous murders?

Makes it look like
he had a bad case of

conscience and he just
topped himself. You know?

Or he really did have a bad case of
conscience and he topped himself,

but then that brings
us back to this.

No note, no warning signs,
no history of depression.

- Where did he get the gun?
- He was in the army.

Yeah, but this particular
M10 wasn't army issue.

Okay, he lived in a
house full of ex-cons.

- True.
- True.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Well, it's very hard to read
anything from the wound itself

because the gun was
shot at such close range.

So it was self-inflicted or
inflicted by another person?

Yeah, because the
powder burn around the

wound in exactly the
same in both instances.

- Suicide.
- Or not.

That's the question.

What happened
the night Tim died?

I was in my room
and I heard a bang.

What sort of bang?

- A gun bang.
- What time?

- About 11:00.
- Were you in bed?

- No, I was doing my Tai Chi.
- Is that part of your anger management?

Mental training for
a disciplined mind.

So you heard a gunshot.
What did you do then?

DON: I went out into the corridor...
SPENCER: Did you see anybody?

No.

SPENCER: Were
any of the others up?

No, they were asleep or scared.

What happened when
you went into Tim's room?

I checked his pulse.

So you presumed
he'd shot himself?

- Yeah.
- SPENCER: Then what?

Then I went to use the
phone box to phone the police.

And I met Sam
coming in and, well...

Sam's a bit better at dealing with those
things than me so he dealt with everything.

- What is it, Don?
- Sam?

What's wrong?

- Sam, Sam, er, Jacobs.
- Sam Jacobs.

Where can we find him?

(PLAYING FLAMENCO GUITAR)

Yes?

- Sam Jacobs?
- That's me.

- DS Silver.
- DI Jordan.

Where'd you learn
to play like that?

Did a bit of classical in my early teens,
then gave it up to join a blues band.

That didn't work out.

I headed off to Marrakesh

but found Granada and Flamenco.

- You teach it now, is that right?
- Not for a while.

Yes, part-time at
Met City University.

- I took my MA there.
- What about the rest of the week?

Private lessons.
Occasional studio sessions.

You called the police
the night Tim Denby died.

Yes. He was a good man.

- If he was depressed, he hid it well.
- Where were you earlier that night?

At home, with my family.
I got back here for curfew.

- 11:00.
- That's right.

You made the call
at nine minutes past.

Why the delay?

Don was having what
looked like a panic attack.

They're going to blame us.

I can't go back to
prison. I can't go back!

Don.

- Listen to me. I need you to calm down.
- I can't go back to prison!

Do you believe Don's
story that Tim shot himself?

Have you met Don?

- Yes.
- He's a compulsive truth-teller.

Doesn't it seem odd that
nobody else heard the shot?

Prison teaches most
men to see nothing.

Hear nothing.

What did it teach you?

(DRUMMING ON TABLE)

- Practise, practise, practise.
- Nothing else works.

- It's yours, man.
- Property is theft.

- Thanks.
- I’ll get another one.

See you later, mate.

Yeah, that's her name.
There's some others, too.

Oh, my God, Sam.

- What are you doing here?
- I live here remember?

- Curtains are twitching.
- They haven't stopped.

You told us tomorrow.
We'd have been there for you.

- How did you get home?
- Bus.

I wanted coming home to
be as ordinary as possible.

It is you, isn't it?

Hi, Dad!

Hello, baby.

I thought you only went
out for a pint of milk.

It was a long queue.

(CHIMING)

Mum put in some serious
chanting for your early release.

Well, it worked.

(PHONE RINGING)

It'll be the college. One of my
students is having problems.

This is the deal. Act
normal or I go back.

Okay, you can stay.

Hi.

Oh, that's okay. Sorry about
earlier on. Yeah, go ahead.

- I can't believe you're here.
- Me, too.

- How's the piano going?
- Oh, you know.

- Practise, practise, practise.
- It's the only thing that works.

- Is that it now, hmm? All over?
- I can't stay here overnight for a while.

- Yeah, mum said. A hostel or something?
- Just a couple of months.

- Less if you behave yourself.
- Maybe.

Anger is not a negative
emotion, Peter. It's a primal urge.

- That's a comfort.
- Survival of the species.

We live in a competitive world,
and aggression plays its natural part.

Without it there'd be
no sport, no business...

No police force.

Yes.

The problem is in how
anger is perceived by others.

The way it's portrayed, the body
language, the tone and pitch of voice.

- What if I'm just being assertive?
- Are you?

- Well, that's what I perceive it as being.
- Assertiveness offers choice.

Do you?

Anger is a secondary response.
It's triggered by something else.

By an object, a person,
time of day, alcohol,

the feeling that your
expectations aren't being met.

"Why do I have to
do everything myself?"

Then there's an escalation
followed by a crisis.

The shouting, the accusing,
the cursing, the hitting out.

It then plateaus and we
become aware of ourselves,

the dry mouth, the sweating,
the high pulse, the sore hand.

- Then it tips into post-crisis depression.
- Mmm-hmm.

Feelings of hopelessness and melancholia,
the need to make amends, to apologise.

Does any of this sound familiar?

- I... I'm an angry man.
- But not incurable.

(PRAYING IN HEBREW)

- Why do we still do this?
- What? Bring in the Sabbath?

- Yeah.
- Tradition.

- It's very hard to let go.
- It's habitual, not tradition.

Well, it's a good habitual.

You're a Buddhist, Mum. How does
that fit in with your Jewish habitual?

So I'm a Jewish Buddhist.

They aren't mutually exclusive. You
can be two things at the same time.

How? If you play two
instruments, one always dominates.

Dad?

I...

Sam?

- Rabbi Solomon?
- Good to see you.

- Rebecca telephoned.
- She's not here.

I know.

- Forgive me, Rabbi, I...
- Reg, call me Reg. I'm semi-retired now.

Are you gonna
ask me in, perhaps?

(FOLK-ROCK MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO)

(FRANKIE SINGING ALONG TO MUSIC)

What's his name?

Why does it always have
to be a man? Why can't

I just be in a good
mood, enjoying my job?

Oh, him.

Yeah, well, at least he
doesn't say too much.

And his feet don't smell either.

Talking of smelly feet.

Hi. What? Has he
moved in? Not all of him.

(GRACE LAUGHING)

Right.

Now, this is the result of
some of my own tests for FDR,

which I've compared to those
which we took at the scene of crime.

Don't worry too much
about the blood on the bed.

It's just red dye to
represent where he bled.

- Okay.
- Now, the points that I've plotted

show the distribution of firearms
discharge residue from the gun,

and where it ended up on the
bed and on Tim Denby's head.

This pattern here, for example, is
a very near match to the original.

Now, can you just hold
that a second? Thanks.

Sure.

If you line up the axis
of entry and exit wounds

with the chip in the headboard

and the hole in the skirting
board where the bullet lodged,

you'll see that the
position of the gun barrel

in relation to Tim
Denby's head is here.

- He did not shoot himself.
- Unless he was a contortionist.

- Well, he's made of rubber.
- Well, there's more. Over here.

Now, the bullets that killed the
three victims were homemade.

Can you see at the edges
here where it's been clipped?

GRACE: Yeah. BOYD: Mmm-hmm.

Compared to the manufactured
bullet shot by the same gun.

So this is his signature.

Now, Boyd, the DNA
tests on the gun, I'm...

Yeah, you're still
waiting for the results.

Yeah, and I haven't
even started on

- the tests and stuff from Bosco House.
- No, it's okay.

I understand. You've been busy.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello. Mum, hi.

I can't... I can't really
talk at the moment.

Okay, well, just turn that switch to
the right to the six o'clock position.

Well, is the red light still on?
You've turned it too far, Mum.

Okay, listen, stay calm. I'll pop
over after work. All right. Bye.

- Sorry about that.
- That's okay. It's fine.

- Rebecca shouldn't have called you.
- But she did.

I mean, I haven't been
to synagogue in 30 years.

We missed you.

- Seems you didn't need us.
- I thought everyone needed God.

I thought I was
supposed to be the Rabbi.

- Oh. Sorry. I've just...
- Lost your sense of humour, perhaps?

- It's prison.
- I understand.

It takes time to
readjust. Be patient.

- It'll come.
- Will it?

Rebecca thinks that you're
making too big a demand of yourself.

What do you think?

I went to see the man I
maimed, Steven Walsh.

Steven.

What are you doing here?

- Get back!
- I need to speak to you, Steven.

I'm calling the police. You're
not supposed to be here.

I can get you
locked up, you know?

I took that risk because I wanted
you to hear me say that I'm sorry.

Look at me! You're a madman.

- I'm truly, truly sorry.
- I'm calling the police now.

You wanted his forgiveness?

- No.
- Then what?

You've atoned for what you've
done. Prison. A price paid.

And you tried to make your
peace with Steven. Be content.

ELSBETH: Describe a
situation that makes you angry.

- Well, er...
- Do you get angry at home?

- With myself?
- No, with family.

- I live on my own.
- What about with friends?

No. I think I'm
considered to be quite an

even-tempered guy, you
know, outside my work.

But you're not at work?

I'm not perceived as
being such, you know.

- Describe a situation.
- Erm...

Well, for instance, erm...

This feels... This
feels really phoney.

This situation, me talking to you
like this, it's very false, you know?

It's real to me.

- For instance?
- For instance.

Well, we're discussing a case.

There seems to be no relationship
between any of the victims...

- That we know of at the moment.
- Except they were shot with the same gun.

- Which tells us?
- Most likely contract killings.

Why most likely? Come on.
Why can't you be more certain?

Because nothing ever can be.

And then they
might go off the point,

or they don't offer anything, and
then they're reluctant to follow my lead.

- How does that make you feel?
- Ah. Frustrated, of course.

- What do you do?
- I get pissed off.

Where does it say that in the manual?
Have confidence, make a decision.

- Is that reasonable?
- Yeah. I think so, yeah.

- Why?
- Because I'm always in the driver's seat.

It would be great, just for
once, if they could, you know,

pick up and run with
something. It'd be terrific.

- Okay, well, the earlier killings?
- Which ones?

- Leahy and Cornwall.
- Specificity, Spence.

Tricky word, easy
thing to do, okay?

Do you have too high
an expectation of them?

No! No, no. They're a good team.

And what other ones are we talking
about? I mean, if these are hits,

is it the tip of the iceberg? Are
we looking to profile one hit man,

or are we looking to profile
more than one hit man?

Perhaps you don't communicate
your high expectations.

When you get frustrated,
how do you react?

I pace about. I raise
my voice, you know.

- Stamp your foot and say I want it now.
- Yeah.

That's what toddlers do.

Oh.

When you recognise the trigger,
I want you to stop. Take time out.

When your mother told you
to count to 10, she was right.

Sometimes thinking of someone
you love or a calming phrase can help.

- I wandered lonely as a cloud.
- Humour's good, too.

This could be something,
it could be nothing.

But as you know, interpreting DNA profiles
from a multi-occupancy house is not easy.

It's like rebuilding a
potato from vegetable soup.

Exactly.

But I did get two
very strong samples.

Nothing to suggest
guilt. It's just that

they were in Tim Denby's
room at some point.

Also this sweatshirt has very faint
traces of FDR on the right-hand sleeve,

which is a match, but that could be from
contact with the deceased or the killer.

- Or he could have shot the gun himself.
- Yeah, possibly, but not conclusive.

I mean, nothing a good defence
brief wouldn't kick into touch.

- The sweatshirt belongs to?
- Don Keech.

BOYD: Don Keech?

- And the two DNA profiles?
- Both on the register.

FRANKIE: Samuel Jacobs

and Mark Andrews.

Have you ever been to Bosco House,
the Probationary Service hostel in Ealing?

- Yes, I went there to visit a friend.
- Who?

- Sam Jacobs. We were in the nick together.
- Uh-huh. Did he know you were a rapist?

I don't want to discuss that.

No.

Thank you.

BOYD: When you went to visit Sam Jacobs,
which way did you enter the building?

- The front door. How else?
- Did you sign in?

- Yes.
- Who signed you in?

- I don't know, someone.
- How long were you there for?

- Half an hour.
- Not long to visit a friend.

- It was coming up to curfew.
- Why not get there earlier?

- He was at home.
- Okay, so why not visit him there?

Cellmates don't make
good housemates.

Which rooms did you
go into in Bosco House?

I don't know. The TV
room, kitchen, toilet.

- Tim's room?
- Who's Tim?

When I came through the front
door, I saw Don by the phone.

What sort of emotional
state was he in?

Tim. I think he shot himself.

- He's dead, isn't he?
- Yes.

Did you go into the room
where Tim was shot?

No.

Can you explain then why your
DNA was found in that room?

Yes. I stayed in it for a few
nights. It's the room for new arrivals.

Sorry, why was Tim in it?

If the room isn't occupied,
the duty manager uses it.

Why didn't you go into
the room that night?

Wasn't your instinct to see if there
was anything you could do for Tim?

My instinct was to vomit.

I'd not seen a man with a
bullet through his head before.

Your DNA was discovered in the
room where Tim Denby was shot.

- I've never heard of him.
- He was the deputy manager of Bosco House.

That was the house you
went in through the front door,

but you couldn't remember
which room you went into.

- Did you ever meet him?
- I don't think so.

Did you ever go into that room?
The room where Tim Denby was shot?

I don't know which room you
mean. I told you I was in some rooms.

Okay, I've got a lot of patience.
That's the great thing about me.

- Let's make a list.
- Well, I was in Sam's room.

MEL: Who's Mark Andrews?

Mark and I shared a cell
together before he was released.

- When was that?
- About a year ago.

Did you strike up a
friendship with him?

When you're locked up in a cell for most
of the day, you find ways of accommodating

one another's strengths
and weaknesses.

So, why did he come to see you?

Lonely.

The night he came to
see you, were you still

staying in the room
where Tim was shot?

- Yes.
- BOYD: See!

How long did he stay?

SAM: Not long. It was curfew
and the conversation had dried up.

- What are you doing here?
- Easy. I'm on your side.

Tell Phil I haven't
changed my mind.

- This your room?
- Yes.

- How was it in prison, Don?
- I didn't like it.

Oh, that's tough because you
were there a long time, weren't you?

- People say the best years of my life.
- What do you say?

I don't know. Maybe
better will come.

Since I've learnt to
address my offending

behaviour, many things
have changed in my life.

- I learnt a lot in prison.
- Yeah, I expect you did.

DON: I learnt to be respectful of other
people, of their views and their property.

- I took the course in substance abuse...
- Oh, you'd taken drugs, had you?

No, never. But now I
know why I shouldn't.

I did the sex crime course,
too, and I'm not a nonce.

I just have the
capacity to learn.

I did several courses
in anger management.

Really?

What... What sort of...?

You know, the anger that
comes from inside you?

Yeah.

It's to do with disappointment.

- We expect too much of people.
- Uh-huh.

When they fail, we're angry.

Yeah, and how do you control that,
how can... How do you control that anger?

Various ways. Not every
way suits every one subject.

I found what works for
me is the Tai Chi method.

What's that, Tai Chi method?

- Breathing?
- It's very calming.

- It's Chi energy. You can feel it.
- What's with the arms?

It's the Chi energy.

- It's better if I stand up, it's...
- Yeah, go ahead, sure, yeah.

Oh, the shoes come
off as well, do they?

What, is that so you can
feel your feet on the ground?

Get that sort of rooting
feeling like a tree?

Yeah. Chi.

Yeah, Chi.

Okay, knees bent.

What's that tattoo there?

It's truth.

- Truth in Chinese, yeah?
- Yeah.

That's wicked.

So the powder from the gun
was on this arm, wasn't it, Don?

- It can't be.
- What? Because you cleaned it off?

- Or thought you had, yeah?
- No.

Keep that breathing going.

That's good. Now I
can feel the force, I can

feel energy. Yeah,
that Chi. That's good.

Were you angry with Tim?

- What about?
- Well, he didn't like you much, did he?

Yeah, keep breathing now. Thought
you were a waste of humanity, didn't he?

Murdering little shitbag who shouldn't be
allowed to live among decent people. Yeah.

He threatened to send you back to
prison, didn't he? Keep breathing, come on.

(DON EXHALING)

Is that what he was
gonna do? Hmm?

He said to me, well, not to
me, you know, personally,

and I'm quoting a little loosely
when I say this, but that you were,

"A sick, brainless
little cretin."

Come on, that's good. Keep breathing.
Keep calm now, Don. Keep calm.

And it was just a waste of money
that they were spending on you

because you were just hanging
around waiting for your next victim.

- Is that why you killed him?
- No, I liked Mr Denby.

He was a good bloke, you
know, he looked out for me.

Why did you shoot him?

- I didn't.
- Come on, keep breathing.

- He shot himself.
- Oh, did he?

- Yeah, he did it.
- Breathe! Come on, keep the force going.

There you go, that energy. Calm, that's
what it's meant to do, isn't it? Calm.

You're gonna send me
back to prison, aren't you?

So you didn't shoot him?

- No, I didn't.
- No?

Are you sure you
didn't shoot him?

- No!
- Are you sure? Okay.

- Do you want to go back to prison?
- No, I don't want to go back to prison.

What if we sent you back to prison?
See, you're calming down now.

Your hands have stopped shaking.
That's good. Calm, calm, calm.

You do that. I'll be back
in a minute. All right? Bye.

- He's on a mission.
- Mmm.

Hi. I'm Detective
Superintendent Boyd, Mr Jacobs.

I'd like to ask you a
question, and I want you

to think very carefully
before you answer me.

On the night that
Tim Denby was shot,

did you at any time see Don
Keech with a gun in his hand?

SAM: Did you do it, Don?

No, I didn't. He shot
himself, didn't he?

Don.

Don. Point the gun down
before you shoot one of us.

- Well?
- I'm going through a mental picture.

SAM: Wipe the gun so it's
not covered in your prints,

and put it into Tim's right hand,
and be very careful not to touch it.

Use the cloth.

I'll call the police and
tell them he shot himself.

Then wash your hands.

No, I didn't see
him with the gun.

That took you a very long
time to remember, Mr Jacobs.

You're not holding anything back, are
you? I mean, protecting someone or...

Don told me Tim had shot
himself. I looked into the room.

I saw the bullet wound, blood.

I had to recall if at any
time I actually saw the gun.

And did you?

Yes, I saw it in Tim's hand when I
showed the police where he was.

But if Don found the body, why
didn't he show the police where it was?

He was in no fit state.

I should imagine that a
man of your background

found it very difficult
to adjust to prison life.

Yes.

You haven't been coerced,
have you, Mr Jacobs,

by anybody of a less sensitive disposition
than yourself to act out of character?

- I'm not sure what you mean.
- Are you lying?

No.

You do have a history
of acting out of character.

- Once.
- A pretty big once.

I mean, you beat a man
so badly he nearly died.

Baby.

- What is it?
- I'm fine. Just leave me alone a minute.

- Rebecca, what is it?
- No!

Tell me.

Steven came over.

- He wanted to borrow something.
- Steven? Steven who?

We were just talking, he came
up behind me and kissed my...

What?

Sam?

- Do you take milk?
- Yeah.

- You take sugar?
- No.

Stop it! Please, stop!

- Let them go.
- All three?

Yeah, all three. We've got
no grounds to detain them.

- But we're not just giving up on them.
- Did I say that?

- Have you got a plan?
- What's with you, Spence?

I gave you a clear
instruction, let them go.

I understand the instruction, sir. What
you haven't made clear are your intentions.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on,
and our little life is rounded in a sleep.

We are such stuff...

- So now you recognise the triggers?
- Yes.

And you're able to stop and redress
your feelings to avoid the escalation?

Boyd.

Not now, Grace. I'm have
a post-crisis depression.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on,
and our little life is rounded in a sleep.

We are such stuff as
dreams are made of...

- In the main.
- You're not sure?

God damn it, Spence!

It's hard work, staying
calm, you know.

- It makes me feel, er, self-conscious.
- That's a good feeling.

It means you're
becoming more self-aware.

You'll be more able to deal with
situations if they arise unexpectedly.

Being conscious...

of how our mind and body react
to our inner thoughts and feelings

is what will enable us to express
ourselves more effectively.

Let you get what you
want without the anger.

Save that for when
it's appropriate

to protect yourself or those
close to you or when it's justified.

When is it justified?

When it's not a demand
to get what you want.

Angry people tend to make demands. They
want fairness, appreciation, acceptance,

a willingness to see things
and do things their way.

If these demands aren't met, the
disappointment becomes anger.

- What about demanding justice?
- Fine.

If it's a reasonable
possibility.

As a concept, it's vast.

Intangible.

If you start thinking
the world is against you

because you can't achieve
justice single-handedly,

it’ll lead to feelings of
inadequacy, frustration and anger.

Do all roads lead there, then?

It just seems that way at the
moment because you're focused on it.

- No man is an island, Peter.
- What do you mean by that?

Try not to have the feeling that
the whole world is on your shoulders,

that it'll fall apart if it wasn't for
you. The sun will rise tomorrow.

- Unless the bomb goes off.
- It'll rise all the same.

We won't know about it, so
it's irrelevant, isn't it, really?

How often would you say
you had negative thoughts?

- Well, I'm not sure.
- Every day, every hour?

Sometimes that frequently.

- Every day?
- Every hour.

You chose some lines of Shakespeare
for your calming mechanism.

- The Tempest.
- Very appropriate. Why those lines?

I don't know. I just
remember them from school.

They put things in
perspective for me, you know.

We're only here for a short
time and then we disappear.

Like the stars in the morning,
and then the sun rises again.

Life goes on. It's a
very positive thought.

Peter, are you all right?

Would you prefer it if we
ended the session there?

My son went missing
seven years ago.

He just disappeared.

That must be very
difficult for you.

It is.

Peter, I think this
is still very raw.

- Will it stop?
- Will what stop?

When I think of him...

Peter...

(SNIFFING)

What you're feeling is grief.

Powerlessness.

You have no answers.

You can talk it
through with me or not.

You may wish to find
your own way to deal with it,

but you will need
to deal with it.

Okay.

Okay.

- See you tonight, Dad.
- Bye, baby.

Don't stop in the
house all day, okay?

- Go out and get some excitement.
- Okay, bossy boots.

- Promise?
- Yes.

In another five minutes, it'll
take us half an hour longer.

I thought Buddhists
were supposed to be calm.

Only in the movies.

- Sam.
- Rabbi.

What is this? No word in 30 years
and suddenly twice in one week.

Shall we walk?

Whatever happened
to small talk, Sam?

Something happened
to you while in prison?

Since.

- You're feeling threatened?
- Yes.

Sam.

How does freedom taste?

- Cold.
- Shall we?

SAM: Drop me here.

- Go for a fag, Mark.
- I don't smoke, sir.

It's a euphemism
for piss off, love.

You're in good shape, handsome.

Hair could do with a bit of a trim.
That style went out in the '60s.

There's a point
to this, I take it.

What happened to
a bit of chit-chat first?

- I'd like to get home.
- What's the rush?

Little wifey expecting?
Knickers off, ready and waiting.

- Something like that.
- Yeah.

I've got a little job for you.

- I've retired, Phil.
- Oh.

- No more guitar lessons.
- I've retired.

Ah.

We go back, Sam.

PHIL: Found God, have
you? SAM: What if I had?

- Have you grown a fanny as well?
- Call it my conscience, then.

It's a tad too late
for that, n'est-ce pas?

I've said all there is to say.

And I say the grass will
grow through your teeth

before you retire
from my employment.

Maybe your little bitch and
the offspring would like to

discuss it first.

Thanks for the lift.

- Then you must go to the police.
- I can't.

I don't understand what
you want from me, Sam.

Trust.

- Blind trust?
- Yes.

I'm to be the
hostage to fortune?

- Oh, I'm asking too much of you.
- I don't know. You haven't asked yet.

Can it ever be
justified to take a life?

Wait a minute. What are
we talking about here?

Euthanasia, self-defence, protection
of the innocent, what? Tell me what?

(GAGGING)

(GASPING)

RECORDED VOICE: You are in
danger. You have the gun that I want.

Raise your hand if
you understand me.