Original subtitles

I'd love to tell you that it gets better.

But it doesn't.

- 30 years in and I... - He's started already?

What?

You will always feel afraid. You should always feel afraid.

Well, they haven't heard it before.

My point is that surgery is violent.

And the day that stops frightening you,

is the day you should quit.

Part 1 and 2

(CARE ALARM GOING OFF)

Rizwan?

Oh.

Um... I'm coming, sweetie. It's all right.

I've got you.

It's all right, darling. There we are. OK.

Yes. There, there.

All right, sweet.

I've got you, darling.

Am I courageous, because I'm willing to open her skull,

or am I reckless?

It all depends on the outcome. So, here endeth the lesson.

Knife, please.

What are they doing?

- Oi, hippies! Get a job! - Shh! They're students.

Leave them alone.

- I hate my job. - No, you don't.

You hate your boss. Come on.

- Thanks, Chris. - ON WALKIE TALKIE: 'Can you pick up?'

Still in the queue at X-ray. I'll get there ASAP.

'Well, hurry up please.'

Sorry, Les. Fag break's cancelled.

- What? - Sorry.

- Oh. - Just for now. We'll be back.

We will be back. (IMITATES ENGINE REVVING)

Oh, Riz. Where the hell are you?

- Sergeant Maddox? - Oh, you're a star.

- Shall I liaise with the fire service? - He wants to do it himself.

Course he does. You know his last sergeant only lasted a fortnight?

Yeah. I might be going the same way myself.

He won't let me handle a break-in at a swimming pool on my own.

Good luck.

I might have a go at the canoe today, get it ready for Jack's half term.

- Good at swimming, is he? - It's going to float.

It is!

Well, good luck to her and all who sail in her.

- Some of us have got jobs to go to. - Hmm.

- I'll see you tonight. - Try and enjoy your work.

Will do.

Right, then.

My husband came up here last summer for a stag do.

Never shot a gun in his life and then comes home with this pheasant.

I can't even eat a fish with its head on!

And I was like, "I can't pluck that" -

So it's a private shooting ground. I got it.

Er, yeah, so they do game shooting and rough shooting, clay pigeon.

Though it did use to be a farm until it was sold in March 2009

to Alastair Stoke and Thomas Marston.

I've reported graffiti, slashed tyres, vandalised fences,

but my lodge has to be burnt to the ground before you take it seriously.

- Sorry. I'm Tom Marston. - DI Hathaway, Oxford Police.

So you think this fire is part of a wider pattern?

Put claybornefarm. Org in there. See what comes up.

Hang on a second, it's redirecting to hunted.org.uk.

Oh!

That's my partner, Alastair Stoke.

I get stuff like that in the mail every day.

- Any idea who's behind this? - Animal Rights.

They don't see shoots as entertainment.

- Yeah, but anyone specific? - The university lot are most vocal.

But it's Oxford, isn't it?

No shortage of people who like an ill-informed rant.

- Juno! - Look, I've told you before!

Keep it under control or put it on a lead.

Is that your attempt to say "Thank you"? It needs work.

- The wood could've come down if she'd not woken me. - This is Mrs Fernsby.

- She rents a cottage from us. - Oh, really? We rent it, do we?

Come on.

We'll need you to give a statement.

- We should've evicted her when we bought it. - Mrs Fernsby?

Juno, heel!

Did you hang onto these threatening images?

No. Alastair may have done. He finds them funny.

Easy to find these things funny when this is only a sideline.

Oh, dear.

- What regiment? - Medical Corps.

That's Tom at the back. I was attached to his unit.

There we are.

It was one a month for the last six months.

- I hardly look at them now. - Mr Marston thinks

- these people burned down the lodge. - Oh, Tom gets very excited.

It's a commercial hunting ground. You must budget for some opposition.

- You're insured, then? - We'll be fine.

- It's a fine line, isn't it? - What?

Someone takes a drill to a stranger's head, you arrest them.

I do it, I get paid.

'I looked for his name. Nothing.'

- How are you getting on with the website? - 'Not too bad.'

I've tracked down the animal-rights group here.

The girl who runs it is outside the Radcliffe Camera. Jessica Tallison.

- 'I'll meet you there.' - I'm happy to do it on my own.

- I'm already here. - 'I'm ten minutes away.'

'I'll see you in a minute.'

Right. Cheers.

- Simon. - It says I'm on annual leave.

To be clear, I'm not on leave.

- That sounds... frustrating. - Mr Stoke, I can't work like this.

No... don't suppose you can.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

Oh, hello, Mum.

Er, second cow on the left.

- Talk about the animals, sir? - No, I'm all right, thanks.

- Jessica Tallison? - I'm filming you.

This is an attempt to disrupt a peaceful protest.

- Tell me about Clayborne Farm. - We just monitor their shoots.

Were you aware of an arson attack there?

No. Come on, what is this? Pick an activist, any activist?

We're interested in hunted.org.uk. Are you familiar with it?

- Yeah. It's pretty embarrassing. - Do you know who runs it?

It could be anyone. Hasn't he got something better to do?

Seriously, a non-violent protest and a fire at a hunting lodge?

That's his priority.

I didn't say the fire was at the hunting lodge.

(GUNSHOT)

(BARKING)

One-year contract, flexible hours... You can't dismiss that out of hand.

Yes, I can. That's the whole point of retirement.

Besides, I'd be treading on people's toes.

If by "people" you mean James, then he's the one asking for this.

We're desperate for experienced manpower.

- Really? - He's driven himself into the ground.

And as of an hour ago, he's got his first murder.

- I don't know. - Listen, what are your plans for this afternoon?

After this? I'm going to the hardware store.

I need some waterproof glue.

Exciting. Alternatively,

you could figure out why a surgeon has a bullet in his head.

Oh, sir? They're not going to let us near him.

Dodgy heart. He collapsed on the phone to the operator.

- Has anyone spoken to him at all? - He said he heard the shot.

- But that's all we've got. - We've taken his guns?

They're on their way to ballistics. This key is to his gun cabinet.

- Good. Full search of the area. - It's over 400 acres.

But yeah, OK.

Oh, sir. CS Innocent's trying to get hold of you.

Here he is! What happened to you on Friday?

I tried to make last orders, but work got in the way.

It'll do that if you let it.

- He was looking forward to a catch-up. - How is he?

Man of leisure. Seems to be in his element.

Let's have a look, then.

"DI Hathaway". Congratulations!

- Knew you'd be back. Once a copper, always a copper. - Yes, well...

Right. From the hypostasis,

he's not been dead more than two hours.

The bullet's entered here, but it's not exited,

so it was travelling at a low velocity by the time it hit.

Sniper at long range possibly?

Any chance of the results this afternoon?

I need the bullet intact.

- If possible. - I give all my DIs three strikes.

- Try not to use them all up at once. - Message received.

Sir?

Uniform have spoken to the old lady from that cottage.

- She was watching TV all morning. - How close were you

- before you could see me? - When? Just then?

- Yeah. - Erm, a few metres?

It can't be a long-distance shot, then. No line of sight.

It was my husband's farm.

I tried to keep it going on my own, but things were difficult.

Then my daughter said Alastair was looking for some land.

- You were out hunting this morning. - Oh, I get it.

"The old lady must've had an accident."

Well, not this old lady.

If I shoot someone, I guarantee it'll be on purpose.

- Gran? - Alastair's dead. They reckon it was a shooting accident.

Well, that's just one theory.

- God. - It's Chris, isn't it?

Uh, yeah. Chris Fernsby. Sorry, I've been on nights.

- You work at the hospital, right? - Yeah. It's nothing regular.

- Mum just gets me a few shifts. - And what time did you get in?

- Nine-ish. - What was Alastair's relationship like with Tom?

He wasn't very enamoured of him this morning.

- I thought you didn't see anything? - I only saw them for a second,

- out of the living-room window. - Would you mind showing me?

Alastair kept jabbing his finger at him and then Tom stormed off.

- What time was this? - Around ten.

I was just putting my gun away before my programme started.

We'll need any firearms for testing.

- Thanks. - Is this really necessary?

Morning, Detective Inspector.

So, what have we got?

I thought you had lots of plans for your retirement.

- I did. I do. - Are you not enjoying it?

Course I am. I'm just taking a bit of a break.

You're taking a break from your retirement?

Yeah, that's the one.

Anyway, I remember the transition from Sergeant to Inspector.

It's not easy. I'm glad you could ask for my help.

- I wasn't aware I had. - Oh? Jean Innocent made out -

- I've been asking for more manpower. - But not asking for me?

Well, you're retired.

Right. OK. Well, it's your investigation.

So I'll just help out where I can, eh?

- You'll be all right with that, are you? - Yeah. Yeah, don't worry.

We should go for a pint later.

You can bore me with tales of your travelling.

I wasn't really travelling. I went for a walk.

- To Spain? - Long walk.

Sergeant Maddox, this is DI Lewis. Will you bring him up to speed?

- Sorry? - He's joining the investigation.

Just helping out with the legwork.

The family-liaison officer's been in touch

and the victim's wife's asked them to leave.

Want me to have a word with her? Or whatever's most useful.

- I await your instructions. - That'd be great. Thank you.

Right, then, er... Can I give you a hand with those?

Mmm. There's more inside.

Have you worked with DI Hathaway before?

Oh, once or twice. I was his DI.

So any teething problems now are probably my fault. Bad parenting.

- James, I'm going to do my best - - He hasn't told you, has he?

Sorry? Who?

"Once a copper", eh?

Crosscheck these against his certificate, OK?

- Thomas Marston. - Will do.

DI Lewis.

Simon Eastwood. I'm a friend of Erica's.

She's this way. I... I can't get her to stop.

Erica?

Erica?

(SWITCHES OFF THE POWER)

- Sorry. - No, please, don't apologise.

- How long were you married? - 18 months.

Things OK?

Alastair was receiving threats from an animal-rights organisation.

- Did he ever talk to you about that? - What? No. You think they...?

We must consider all possibilities.

So I'm afraid I do need to ask you where you were

- between 9:30 and 11:00 this morning. - Is this actually happening?

She was with me. I had the day off, so I came over here.

I don't feel well.

Probably best to leave her a minute.

Look, someone's bound to tell you this.

Alastair wasn't my friend.

We had a disagreement and he's been destroying my career ever since.

- What happened? - The night shift from hell.

Constant referrals from A&E.

Then this teenage kid, Nabeel, started to deteriorate,

- so I phoned Alastair. - And he refused to help?

No, no, he agreed to come in. And I was so relieved,

Until I was standing next to him and smelt alcohol on his breath.

- What? He operated after a drink? - Mmm. I tried to stop him,

but he'd already decided he was going to be this kid's saviour.

Then he made a mistake. He wrecked him.

- Wrecked? - It's brain-surgeon speak for

"quality of life utterly ruined".

"Unable to walk, think or communicate."

I blew the whistle, but he got some mate to lie for him.

Swore Alastair hadn't touched a drop all day.

So it came down to his word against mine,

and they believed him.

Don't be such a diva! He's been brought in to assist everyone.

He's with you first cos you've got a dead brain surgeon on your hands.

- How's that going, by the way? - It was a close-range shot,

but the bullet didn't leave the skull.

Let's see what the lab says, but bullets aren't always consistent.

If it's consistency you want, I refer you to Exhibit A.

Feared extinct, back in its natural habitat.

- A little respect for the elderly. - Not likely. What's all this?

The summary of Stoke's negligence hearing last month.

One of his juniors claims he left a young lad disabled

after he operated under the influence.

- And he was still working? - They said there was no case to answer,

but we've got a whole stack of angry letters from the parents.

Can we get this in full, unredacted?

Already on it. I've also got something else.

I've got this.

"For years of loyal service. Al."

It was with his solicitor. The wife's the main beneficiary,

but Alastair had left that for his theatre nurse, Lorraine Fernsby,

- along with fifty grand. - The Fernsbys sold him the farm.

There was also a message from Dr Hobson.

I didn't understand it, but she said your dinner was in the canoe.

- I suggest you buy some flowers on the way home. - Yeah. Thanks.

- James? - Ma'am?

Did you delegate those college issues?

- The break-in at Rougemont Pool? - No, I dealt with them myself.

James.

She's good. Hang onto this one, OK?

- Is there a specific reaction you're expecting to see? - Oh, Riz...

No, they're here to see how we respond.

We're not accusing you, Mr Nooran.

But we need to know where you were between 9:30 and 11:00.

- Here. Giving Nabeel his breakfast. - What? Both of you?

Yes.

What happened to your son?

He'd been on this protest. Live animal exports.

The tailgate of a lorry came down on him.

They removed a blood clot from his brain,

but he bled again and that's when Mr Stoke decided to play God.

You think he'd been drinking before he operated?

Why would anybody make that up?

Did Nabeel ever mention a website called hunted.org.uk?

He wasn't actually into all of that. He was there to impress a girl.

One of Ayesha's students was the head of the society.

- I think I've come across her. - Blue hair, big mouth?

- She's round here all the time now. - She's a friend of mine.

And she helps look after your son.

What else did you do this morning?

- What do you mean? - You said you gave Nabeel breakfast,

but we need to account for the whole time.

Come with me.

My son is doubly incontinent. He has no swallowing reflex

and he takes food through a tube in his stomach.

Every millilitre of fluid has to be recorded on a chart.

If I start to get him ready by 9:00, I'm relieved if we're done by 11:00.

I'm sorry. I didn't realise.

She was just letting off steam. Don't let it get to you.

I'm not. Do you mind if I skip that pint?

- I've still got a bit to do. - Can I give you a piece of advice?

- Yeah, if I can ignore it. - Don't push yourself so hard.

Let Maddox help you. And make sure you get some sleep.

- That's three pieces of advice. - OK. Prioritise the sleep thing.

'Possiamo avere il conto?'

'Voglio lamentarmi del servizio.'

Chapter eight already?

I thought we were learning Italian together.

Funny, and I thought you'd be at home.

So we've both had a day of surprises.

Voglio lamentarmi del servizio, Roberto.

You wish to complain about my level of service?

Fifty grand?

I had no idea.

I used to get at him about nurses' pay, but I never expected this.

(BOTH MEN TALK AT ONCE)

- How long did you work together? - Over 20 years.

People always ask me how I put up with him for so long,

but you just had to know how to handle him.

Were you involved in the negligence hearing?

Not in the operation, no.

But I do voluntary support work for the boy's parents,

- so I see the impact. - How did they react to his going back to surgery?

Oh, come on, they're angry, but not like that.

- (BREAKING GLASS) - Sorry!

What about his colleagues? Was he welcomed back?

By most of them, yeah. I gave him what for about Simon, though.

- Simon Eastwood? - Mmm.

I don't know what went on in that operation, but right or wrong,

juniors must allowed to voice concerns.

- You can't take it out on them. - Did you argue with him about that?

I argued with Alastair about everything.

- He called me his "work wife". - But his real wife works here.

She did, but she quit last year.

You don't need a nurse's salary

if you've bagged yourself a brain surgeon.

Sorry. I'm being unkind.

He'd been widowed for a long time. I'm glad he found someone.

- Even if she made him look foolish. - You mean the age difference?

No,

I mean the fact she was having an affair with Simon.

(SOBS)

Ah, brain food!

Laura usually does a fry-up on a Saturday,

- but I didn't like to ask her this morning. - Trouble in paradise?

Nah, she's all right.

Maybe a bit put out, but that's probably fair enough.

Are you all right?

It all goes back to that negligence hearing, doesn't it?

- I'd want to know about that website. - That's what I'm saying.

The website was started two weeks after Nabeel's accident.

- It all goes back to the operation. - The parents using animal rights

- as a cover for revenge? Don't buy it. - No, I'm...

Anyway, look, I've booked to see Ayesha Nooran this morning.

- She's holding something back. - Maybe.

We also need to know a lot more about that farm.

Maddox reckons Tom Marston's got money problems.

- Yeah, I'm onto it. - She's on to it.

- You should take her with you. - But he's our most important witness.

Exactly. Good experience. How do you think you learned?

Point taken.

- Are you thinking of eating that? - Yeah, in my own time.

I bet you missed all this when you were travelling.

Or walking. Whatever it was. What was it?

- I walked to Santiago de Compostela. - Ah, the cathedral.

My old neighbour went on a pilgrimage there.

It wasn't a pilgrimage.

- OK, let's leave it there for today. - ALL: Thank you.

"Create all the happiness you are able to create.

Remove all the misery you are able to remove."

- A fellow Bentham fan? - I wouldn't go that far.

I shall miss teaching him when I have to give all this up.

But one of us has to stay at home full time now.

I'm sorry if I offended you or your husband yesterday.

He's not my husband. Well, technically.

We were divorcing when Nabeel had his accident,

and we simply can't afford to live separately.

- What about compensation? - You have to find the surgeon guilty for that.

Right.

But you didn't come here to show me sympathy, so what is it?

No. I felt, yesterday, that there was more that you wanted to say.

Oh, goodness, am I that transparent?

I just wanted to scream at Rizwan because, rather than helping me,

he spends all day in the garage with that bloody car.

- You've been taking care of your son by yourself? - Pretty much.

And that's where he was yesterday morning, in the garage?

Did you actually have eyes on him between 9:30 and 11:00?

LEWIS: 'Did she go as far as accusing him?'

No, but she's withdrawn her alibi

and it turns out he works with computers.

'Someone's giving our tech team the run-around.'

Oh, did you get a chance to have a look at that email from Maddox?

- No, not yet. - 'She's done great work on Tom Marston's finances.'

They're chaotic. The only thing he's never missed a payment on

is the life-insurance premium for Alastair.

Right. I'll meet you at the farm. I'm leaving now.

Are you OK?

You've done the right thing.

- Mr Marston. How are you feeling? - Angry that nobody listened to me

- and scared I'll be next. - I mean your health.

We've been keen to speak to you.

These people have moved from vandalism to arson to murder.

- We can't be sure it's linked to the website. - No? I can.

I'm a 100% certain.

(PHONE RINGS)

Sorry.

Yeah?

All this vandalism must be bad for business.

When were you last able to pay yourself a salary?

You clearly know the answer to that already.

Show me any small business that isn't suffering.

I'm surprised you decided to increase the insurance for both partners.

It was Alastair's idea. I've had major surgery recently.

- It made him think. - Sir?

- Can it wait? - No.

- Yes? - Who's actually in charge here?

- He is. - He's wasting his time.

He could do better than to accuse me.

Nobody's accusing you.

I'm arresting you for the murder of Alastair Stoke.

What? Hold on a minute! Look, OK, I'll co-operate.

- What evidence have you got? - The bullet came from your rifle.

It can't be, that's rubbish. I had it with me all the time.

This is rubbish.

Nobody's disputing the concept of ballistic evidence,

- just the accuracy of yours. - The ballistics aren't wrong.

Your rifle was used to kill Alastair Stoke,

- a man you'd been seen arguing with - - Who saw us arguing? Gillian Fernsby?

- The woman is a fantasist. - By your own admission,

the rifle was never out of your sight.

The fingerprints were yours. How do you explain that?

I can't explain it. Your evidence is wrong.

Or, I don't know, someone's setting me up.

The evidence isn't wrong. So what was it about? Money?

I mean, you'd rather work seven days a week than hire a gamekeeper...

- Hang on, being poor is not a crime. - I'm not saying it is,

but all the time there's this life-insurance policy.

So, what was the plan? To create a campaign of intimidation

and blame it all on that? The website, was that you?

- The fire? - No. None of those things.

Look, I've no family, I've never been married. Alastair...

Alastair's the closest thing I ever had to a friend. I didn't kill him.

His spray. He needs his spray.

- OK? - No, we've got to stop this and get him some medical attention.

- This interview is terminated. - Custody Nurse, please!

- It'll be all right. - Thank you.

Erica?

Erica? I just wanted to say how sorry I am.

And now you've said it. Excuse me.

- The nurse is taking care of him. - How is he? Is he responding OK?

They're taking him back to check him over. I'm going with him.

- I wouldn't do that. - Can you see what he's doing here?

If you get in the ambulance with him, you hand his defence team

an argument on a plate. They'll say you harassed him.

- He's my responsibility. I'm going. - No. He's right.

You've got your man. Your job now is to make sure it stands up in court.

Go home.

See you in the morning.

(LEWIS SIGHS)

What?

Well, he's not a stupid man.

If he killed for the insurance, surely he wouldn't use his own rifle?

We've got the wrong man.

It's not him.

(SIRENS)

(HELICOPTERS)

- Anything? - No, not yet.

Hospital CCTV picked him up stealing that three hours ago.

- The engine's cold. - Why wasn't he in handcuffs?

Cos they didn't think it was appropriate and I wasn't there.

He's not going to get far on foot. Not in that state.

That's assuming it was a state and not an act.

Somebody should get the Fernsbys out of that cottage.

- Thank you. - Ah.

We don't know what he's got hidden out there.

I promised Laura this job was mainly paperwork.

- Any news? - No.

I've left two officers at the flat.

He's going to be out there, where he has the advantage.

400 acres that he knows and we don't.

- GILLY: Is this necessary? - It's for your own protection.

Give me my own bloody guns back, and I'll protect myself.

You know the land here, any idea where he might be hiding?

- The woods, perhaps? - Yeah, but anywhere specific?

I don't know, animal shelters or gullies?

- Not around here. - They've found something.

Right. Change of plan. Stay here, please.

The dog's picked up on something. The camera's in.

Sir!

James.

- Oh, God. - OK, we've got drag marks here.

Can we clear the area, please?

Must've gone straight through him and then been dislodged

when he was dragged.

Get that off to the lab, please, straight away.

Sir?

Ballistics have come back with a match, but I don't understand it.

- No, that's not right. - They reckon it's 100%.

What?

The bullets are a match to the one that shot Alastair Stoke

and the one that shot Tom Marston, fired from the same rifle.

Tom's rifle?

The one we've had in police custody for the last 48 hours?

Not exactly the Sunday we'd planned?

I don't know - you, me, James, a hole in the ground.

It's what weekends were made for.

Oh, that's just lovely!

Thank you, that's... Oh!

Nabeel, darling, look.

Jess has brought you a beautiful birthday card.

Isn't it a beautiful birthday card?

Ah, that's great, look.

There's a scar from a recent cardiac procedure.

I can't get to them properly, but we've got scrapes and contusions along his back,

from where he was dragged.

- What's that on the side of his face? - Tiny pieces of thorn.

So he was shot here and he falls into the thorns. Then he was dragged down in there.

But why are his clothes pulled up?

If you're dragging someone headfirst, they'd stay down.

HOBSON: To get to the exit wound on his chest. It's been disturbed for some reason.

Come on, if you want a lift.

Sir? They've run the comparisons again - both bullets are definitely a match for Tom's rifle.

No, that can't be right. Where is his rifle now?

In the evidence room at the police station.

- I followed procedure. - OK.

No, seriously, sir, I did.

I logged it out for Ballistics on Friday. I logged it back in again yesterday.

I'm not doubting you. We just need to see it.

It's Tom. It must be.

They've been here since the crack of dawn looking for him.

Hey, is that right? Is it Tom Marston?

- Were you here earlier this morning? - It's nothing to do with me, mate.

We just need to know who's been on the land.

Well, Chris stayed at mine last night. I put him to bed about half one.

I was hammered.

Are you not gonna tell us what's going on, then?

When I have a vague idea myself.

It's here.

So, it was Ballistics screwed up and not us. Thank God for that.

- I'll get onto the lab. - No, we need to go there in person.

James, you might want to read this before you go.

Thomas Marston was a witness in Nabeel's negligence case.

Swore he was with Alastair all day, and neither of them touched a drop.

It was his evidence kept Alastair in the job.

We must find out where Nabeel's parents were this morning and pressure their alibi for Friday.

(Grunts)

Agh! (Drops spanner)

Gun clear!

We've repeated the entire process. The results are the same.

I'm not questioning your expertise here.

Anybody who says they're not questioning my expertise is doing precisely that.

(Gunshot)

The barrel of every rifle leaves a set of unique marks on the bullets it fires, like a fingerprint.

- OK? - Yeah.

So this is the bullet from your crime scene this morning.

And I've just fired a bullet out of that rifle to see what the rifling marks look like.

Follow me.

Firing it into gelatine means we can keep it intact and have a good look at it.

Pete, give us two secs.

Now, the marks on our test bullet...

...match the marks on your crime scene bullet.

So we know that rifle shot your dead guy.

Not necessarily.

I think you'll find it does.

Anybody could make a signature bullet like that, just like you did.

If they had access to that rifle, they could create bullets that always matched to it, right?

(Scoffs) In theory.

"In theory" would it be possible to fire that bullet a second time, from a different weapon,

and make it look like it had been fired by that one?

I suppose so, yeah.

As long as the second gun had a smooth barrel... like a shotgun...

so it didn't leave any more marks.

Then, of course, they'd have to be a similar size.

And the bullet would behave rather differently, mind.

In what way?

Well, it'd travel a hell of a lot more slowly.

MADDOX: But you'd need access to a place like this, to make the marked bullet?

It doesn't have to be high tech.

They used to stand over a big tank of water and fire the bullets into that.

But you can hardly go down your local pool and ask the lifeguard if you can open fire!

No, but you can break in.

When was that intruder reported at Rougemont Pool?

If he's making allegations...

Tom Marston was murdered this morning.

That's a shame. Would you like a cup of tea before you go?

- Just hang on... - What?

- Do you want them to pretend to be sorry? - Of course not.

He and his mate destroyed their family.

Under the circumstances, I need to know your whereabouts from last night to this morning.

- Same as before, we were here. - Actually in this house together?

- Yes! - Not in the garage?

Garage, house, what's the difference?

And you?

I slept at college and then I came here for breakfast at 9:30.

My colleagues spoke to you, I think, about a website...

She can barely organise a spreadsheet!

But you worked with computers, I believe?

I've had enough.

If you think I've done something, arrest me.

No. I didn't think so.

(Alarm bleeps)

It's Nabeel's seizure alarm.

I'll get it, shall I?

Come on, Jess.

It's all right, Nabeel, it's Mummy.

It's Jess.

Jess, would you mind?

Lodge it.

OK, darling, just...

That's it, sweetie.

There we are, there we are.

- Hey. - That's better.

Move your arm out.

That's it.

That's lovely.

There we go.

There we are, sweetie.

(Phone rings)

There we are, there we are.

All right, Maddox? You're where?

Right, I'll meet you there.

While you're on, can you do me a favour?

Call around the nursing agencies,

find out if any of them have sent a carer round to the Noorans in the last 24 hours.

Possibly with the initials TD.

Yeah.

(Whir of power tools from garage)

♪ There came the concrete words from a poem

♪ He spoke to me, and now, so you know him

♪ And me too

♪ You look so pretty under this cool country light...

- Everybody happy? - Yeah.

- All good. - Knife, please.

They forced the door.

Nothing was taken, so everyone just assumed it was skinny-dipping students.

Sometimes I wish I'd gone to university.

How long ago was this break-in?

Wednesday before last. It was something Maddox said that made me think of it.

There you go, then. You'll miss her when she's gone.

Gone where?

She's requested a transfer. Innocent told me.

Really? Why?

This is the one.

There's something in one of the tiles.

I really think it is.

He was framed.

They must have had firearms experience.

Did the Noorans have weapons licences?

No.

Gillian Fernsby has a whole arsenal.

Yeah, but you'd have to be a decent swimmer.

Your elders can swim!

Although we usually have the sense to turn up fully equipped with a costume.

This wasn't high on my to-do list today.

Did you do any swimming in your Spanish "not-a-pilgrimage"?

Are you gonna give up on this at any point?

I'm still expecting my postcard, that's all.

Right, Sergeant Maddox. Um... you finish up here and go with him.

Yeah.

And?

"Thank you for all your hard work, Sergeant"?

Yeah, because you used to say, "Well done," whenever I completed a task.

Yeah, I think I did, in the early days.

(Mock offended) And then you just stopped!

Well, I'm only trying to help.

No need to get your knickers in a twist.

Why go to all the trouble to frame Tom and then kill him with one of the same bullets?

It doesn't make any sense, it ruins the plan.

Maybe his death wasn't part of the original plan, it's why they were interested in the exit wound.

Meaning?

Perhaps the killer wanted to reassure themselves

the bullet had gone right through Tom's body

and there was at least a sporting chance that it would never be found.

They must still be worrying about the bullet in the tile, though.

They've got to weigh it up: the risk of leaving it in the pool

versus the risk of being caught trying to get it out.

That's what we need to change, then, the balance of risk.

Mum.

This is what happens if you don't keep foxes down.

I can't keep foxes down without a gun.

I can let you have your air rifle back.

(Scoffs)

Are you ready to confirm that it was Tom Marston up there?

It was.

I was wanting a word with Gilly on her own, if that's OK?

- Mum? - Yeah, go on.

I'll be in in a minute.

Thanks.

Why didn't you tell us about the culvert?

When we were looking for Tom Marston,

I asked you specifically if there was anything like that on the property.

GILLY: That thing was so overgrown, I'd completely forgotten about it.

LEWIS: You didn't remember?

And when I asked you about places to hide on the land, that didn't jog your memory?

GILLY: No, no, it didn't.

Sorry, I need to go.

Will you find somebody else, please?

They've installed a motion sensor at the pool

that'll set an alarm off in the porter's office if it's triggered.

It could work - if I was the killer, I'd want that bullet out before they exposed the tile.

Sir!

- They've taken down the animal rights website! - When?

Literally just this second.

What do you reckon? Mission accomplished?

That depends if the site and the murders are linked.

- There must still be a way of tracing it. - Maddox can find that out.

We need to go and talk to the Noorans again.

Turns out their alibi was a lie.

Here.

- Thanks. - What on earth do you need it for?

So you initial this every time you give Nabeel his medicines, is that correct?

Yes.

But between 11:00 last night and 9:00 this morning,

the initials read "TD".

Tracey Daley, an agency nurse,

says she looked after your son while you were both out of the house.

You blame Alastair Stoke for what happened during your son's operation

and Tom Marston for the fact that he wasn't struck off.

They're both dead, you're lying about your whereabouts.

- Surely you can understand... - It's not about understanding,

- it's about a right to privacy. - Riz...

I won't be harassed!

Tell them.

Rizwan.

Tell them where we were - or I will.

I'll be with my son if you need me.

You take him to all these hospital appointments...

...and they think they're being encouraging.

I was in his room last week and I came across this coursework essay -

about quality-of-life debates.

It was so mature... so well-argued.

It was like...

...he was telling us what he would want.

And so this morning...

Ayesha found this lawyer in the Netherlands.

He agreed to meet us at Gatwick before his flight back.

We drove up last night.

And at 7:00 this morning,

we were sitting in front of a stranger at the airport...

...asking him...

...how we could let our son die.

At least it's something we can check.

It only gives them an alibi for Tom's murder. It doesn't let them off the hook for Alastair.

But it's all about Alastair, what happened in that operating theatre.

- They think he's escaped justice. - Oh, it can't be them.

Well, maybe you just don't want it to be them.

I don't know.

This job can be bleak sometimes.

Do you want me to do this Erica Stoke trip by myself?

No, you're all right. In for a penny...

They've targeted my husband and now his business partner.

- Should I be worried? - There's no reason to think so.

But we need to know where you were between 6:30 and 7:00 this morning.

In bed.

- Can anyone verify that? - You mean, was anyone in bed with me?

(Clattering)

- Is there somebody else in the house? - Stay there, please.

Ah, hello, boys!

I was just having a little tidy up.

It's not what it looks like. I threw most of it.

It's not her fault.

I misread things.

- I'm an idiot. - You need to go home.

Sure you're all right?

Bit embarrassed.

There's no nice way of asking this, but are you having an affair with Simon Eastwood?

(Sighs) This again.

No, I am not having an affair with Simon Eastwood.

We were engaged and that's all the hospital rumour mill needs.

I'm thinking of starting one myself, about the scrub nurse who inherited 50 grand.

- What do you mean? - She's great with the families, they love her.

But she was a backseat surgeon in theatre,

then she encouraged Simon when he made those stupid allegations.

I take it you don't believe them?

I don't think Simon was being malicious. He was just wrong.

Alastair hadn't been drinking - but even if he had, Simon was too afraid to make the cut.

He admitted it himself.

What was Alastair supposed to do?

Say, "Sorry, I've had a glass of wine," and let the boy bleed out on the table?

- Take this one home, will you? - Yes, sir.

What are the events in the modern pentathlon?

If we're doing pub quizzes, we're doing them in the pub or I'm going home.

It involves both shooting and swimming, though, doesn't it?

Why?

Erica was runner up in the Oxford Ladies' Championship three years ago.

(Footsteps on stairs)

If you're not gonna finish that, I want my patio back.

It'll be seaworthy soon. I have a plan!

Really? I didn't think you told me your plans these days.

Come on, Laura.

- The hours will get better. - I don't have a problem with the hours, Robbie.

If running around in a bulletproof vest makes you happy, go for it.

Hiya. Said I'd bring this back.

Oh, thanks. I think we can trust her with an air rifle.

- Would you mind giving it to her? - No, that's fine.

- Night. - Thanks.

Sorry, they're doing repairs.

Seriously, I owe you.

(Chuckles) Don't push it.

You rescued a melted hard drive for me, you didn't split the atom.

(Email alert)

Alex, really appreciate it, but I've got to go.

Sir?

- Sir? - Yes?

It's the raw material from the hunted.org.uk website.

You tried to burn it last night, my sergeant saw you.

We managed to retrieve some data so we know what's on it.

Lorraine, this is a murder inquiry.

I haven't killed anyone.

I just wanted to make life difficult for them.

OK.

The whole point of selling the farm was so my mother could keep on living there,

but Tom bullied her from the day he took over.

- So you set up the website? - Mm.

How did you make the server so difficult to trace?

- It's hard to explain. - Well, I wish you would.

We have a whole team working on it.

Was it something to do with dynamic IP assignment?

Of course it wasn't.

Mum...

If you use a proxy server abroad, IP lookups are useless anyway.

- What about the arson attack at the lodge? - That wasn't Chris either.

He didn't even know you were planning it.

She didn't plan it - she just did it.

He only helped with the computer bit - a few hours on his laptop, that's all he did.

Why?

I've still got half the money they gave me for the farm.

If Christopher got a mortgage, we could buy some of it back.

It's completely delusional.

LEWIS: When did you become aware of all this?

Yesterday afternoon.

I borrowed Chris's laptop and the images were on it.

I made him come straight home from work and take it down.

So you tried to dispose of the evidence?

This one stupid thing could destroy him.

He's applying for medical school next year.

- No, I'm not. - Let's not do this now.

No, let's!

You always decide what to do, don't you?

It was you that decided Gran was selling the farm.

- You won't even let me talk about running it. - We need to continue this under caution.

This has nothing to do with what happened to Alastair and Tom.

He was asleep on my settee when Tom was killed and she was at A&E.

Show him, Mum.

She managed to burn herself when she was setting the fire.

I let it go for a couple of days, but I couldn't stand the pain.

- I got back just as you were looking for Tom. - We'll need statements from all of you.

I've a clinic in ten minutes. They can't replace me. Chris has got a shift.

Well, you'll both be given a time to report to the station. And you, you're coming with us.

If you've phoned in sick, you might as well come to his appointment with him.

I promised I'd do this for him, and I'm doing it.

For what?

So he can drive his girlfriend to the cinema,

take his mates to the beach?

It's no use to him!

Rizwan...

it'll never be of any use to him!

Even if what Gillian says checks out, that only gives Chris a pretty flimsy alibi, doesn't it?

I mean, his mum's already lied for him once.

Meticulous planning, that's what it is.

Hardly. She set herself on fire!

No, not that. I mean, the preparation

getting hold of Tom's gun, making the signature bullets.

What sort of person is capable of planning that?

Hiya.

Hello.

Happy 18th for yesterday, sweetheart.

I got you a present but I left it at home.

It's been a bit... well...

- Are you OK? - Yeah. Fine.

It's just um...

I saw you arriving and wanted you to know that we're running a bit late.

I'll leave you with Chris.

Hello again, mate!

- You all right? - Yeah.

Come on, then, let's go.

No, I know, but it does feel like I'm giving up.

Oh, Tone, let me give you a call back.

Yeah, you too.

Just popping out for a sandwich, if you fancy anything else?

I'm fine, actually, thank you.

- Is Gillian Fernsby cooperating? - Yeah, pretty much.

We're letting her out on bail.

Did you manage to get in contact with that Dutch lawyer?

He told them he couldn't help them.

I might call in on them later.

- Oh, do you want me to come with you? - No, no, you're all right. It's not police business.

This was in last night's paper.

They offer help with respite care.

I hope they don't think I'm interfering.

That's not interfering. That's lovely.

Well.

RADIO: Last week, we talked about the book trade

and how it's faring in the new world of e-readers, online retailers,

and the boom in self-publishing.

Today, on the One O'clock Programme, we're going to continue that discussion,

but from the point of view of readers.

How are our habits changing?

Sir.

He's down there.

Laura reckons he's been dead about an hour and a half.

- Anything taken? - Not as far as we know.

Ayesha thinks he must have disturbed an intruder,

but that's all we've been able to get.

Flecks of grey paint.

Until this morning, he was a suspect in a double murder enquiry. This isn't a random break-in.

Urine-soaked trousers. Dry carpet.

So he's been moved?

Laura never mentioned that.

Mrs Nooran?

What happened?

You told me you'd been at the hospital.

Do you know what time you got back?

Yes... so midday.

You didn't call us till quarter to one.

I was with... Nabeel for a while and um...

I didn't...

I didn't find him straightaway.

You said you couldn't be sure where Rizwan was when...

- No, no, Riz is not a murderer! - Ayesha, Ayesha, listen.

Listen, I know you've got to get Nabeel settled with his carer, OK?

But, honestly, the best thing to do is just to get through these questions, OK?

- Then we're done, you can have some space. - OK.

Did Rizwan mention any plans for today?

Was he planning on meeting anyone?

No. He was here.

Had he been doing some work in the garage?

Yes.

It's open.

If I hadn't taken this job, we wouldn't be spending all this quality time together.

You'd be talking to a much less attractive DI.

Do you want the benefit of my professional opinion or not?

I want the benefit of all your opinions.

Well, I don't think you do, Robbie.

Cause of death - cerebral hypoxia.

But on closer examination of the neck,

the furrow from whatever's been used is angled upwards.

If I was to strangle you...

a not inconceivable prospect these days...

...I'd pull the ligature together like this, and it stays horizontal, see?

- Yeah. - Whereas with hanging,

the body hangs from the bottom of the noose, and the furrow slopes upwards.

- (Clears throat) ~ Sir.

And add to that, he's been moved.

- Are you sure? - No, I'm certain.

From the way the lividity's shifted,

I'd say he was hanging maybe half an hour before they moved him onto his back.

Homicidal hangings do occur.

But they're rare.

I think you're looking at a suicide dressed up as a murder.

If it was suicide, there's no real reason to link it to the other two deaths.

No, they're definitely linked. Look.

What is it?

Paint analysis from the door frame at the pool.

It's been repainted several times - first grey, then white, then a different shade of grey again.

It's an exact match for the colour sequence from the paint chips on the Noorans' back door.

So the tool that was used to break into the pool was the same as the one at the Noorans'?

It's a safe bet, I'd say.

And if we assume the same person was using the tool both times,

then to find out who fired Tom Marston's gun into the pool,

all we need to do is find out who faked the break-in at the Noorans'.

She found the body, so either she's part of it, or she's the key to finding out who is.

What? Makes sense, doesn't it?

Yeah, it makes perfect sense.

You remind me of someone I used to work for.

The phone company are sending a list of recent calls, I'm just going to chase them up.

No, I need you in there. She trusts you, I was hoping you could lead.

- Do you mind sitting this one out? - Not at all.

- Good luck. - Yeah.

We'd like to go back to the beginning, if that's all right?

But this time, we need you to tell us what actually happened.

I don't understand.

Rizwan did this to himself.

No, no.

When somebody hangs themselves... their bladders give way.

There was a mark on a beam in the garage with a stain underneath.

He was obviously under a lot of pressure.

You both were.

What happened?

Well, um...

I was supposed to do most of the caring and um... he was supposed to go to work.

That was the agreement that we had.

When you got home, you found him hanging in the garage.

Yes.

We'd just got out the life insurance and he must have known that it wouldn't pay out for suicide.

How can I let him abandon us like...

He's a big guy, though.

I'd have had trouble moving him by myself.

You had help, didn't you?

Ayesha, this is... this is really important.

We believe the person that helped you

was involved in the murders of Thomas Marston and Alastair Stoke.

Who was it?

You said I could have a solicitor. I'd like one now, please.

It must be someone close to Ayesha, you know, someone she trusted.

Well, the obvious choice is Jessica Tallison,

but if whoever helped Ayesha was involved in both murders, it's not her,

she was with me when Alastair Stoke was killed.

And Ayesha and Rizwan didn't kill Tom Marston

because they were with their Dutch lawyer the morning he was killed.

- They're all in it together, all three of them? - Sir?

Ayesha Nooran's call list has come through.

There's one at 12:03. It's an Oxford number.

(Ringing tone)

Department of Neurosurgery.

Who am I talking to, please?

You're through to the main desk in Neurosurgery. Can I help you?

James? What's this about a silent alarm at Rougemont Pool? They say it's been triggered.

- Hello? - Find out who they were speaking to.

Hi, this is DS Maddox, I'm from Oxford Police.

Around midday.

I need to know who she was put through to.

Really?

Come on, Lorraine. Out you get.

Alastair made the same speech to all his new students:

"Surgery is controlled brutality.

And the day that stops frightening you is the day you should stop doing this job."

The problem was, he didn't believe it any more. That's what made him dangerous.

You thought he was reckless and that's why you killed him?

I'm a nurse.

I have a duty to protect my patients.

And you framed Thomas Marston - why?

Because he'd given evidence in support of Alastair?

He lied.

It was his fault Alastair was still operating.

And then when Tom came in for his cardio procedure, there were his keys in the locker.

But you went to such lengths to incriminate him - you succeeded. What went wrong?

I got scared.

Alastair was lying there.

I had this shotgun.

I'd planned to throw it in the river, but I couldn't move.

And then I remembered this culvert that I used to play in when I was little.

I didn't think anyone knew about it but me,

but then when we were driving back from A&E with Mum, I saw Tom coming out of the woods.

He'd found the gun.

- LEWIS: He worked out how he'd been framed? - No.

But he would.

So I asked to have a look at it.

And you turned the gun on him.

It was very quick, very humane.

There's nothing humane about what you did.

LEWIS: Tell us about Rizwan. You helped move him.

It was your idea, wasn't it?

Yes.

Ayesha rang me at the hospital when she got back from our clinic appointment.

I've always looked after that family.

(Snorts)

You've seen Nabeel.

Was I supposed to let that happen again?

So you based your entire little... crusade, or whatever it is,

on an event you hadn't even witnessed?

A year ago, I wouldn't have believed it.

But something changed in him.

He thought he was invincible and he started taking risks.

Why was he still regarded as one of the best in his field?

(Scoffs) Erica would say that.

What's it got to do with Erica?

She was the one who let him feel like he was God.

She had no idea how to handle him.

Oh, but you did?

You'd worked together for years - you were his "work wife".

But then along came Erica and he didn't need you any more.

He was reckless. I saw it in operation after operation.

Why were his outcomes usually so good?

Why does he have an office wall covered in thank you cards from grateful patients?

Your colleagues have a nickname for you, do you know that?

Yes.

The Backseat Surgeon.

I have a duty.

I only ever do what's right for my patients.

And which one of your patients asked you to play God?

She won't let it go.

She insists he was dangerous.

The man had one complaint in 30 years.

How many would a copper get in that time?

Are you comparing what we do to brain surgery?

Nah... police work's much more complicated than that.

Come on, you've just solved your first murder as a DI. We're going out to celebrate.

I can't.

Yes, you can. Maddox can help you with all that.

- That's assuming she's sticking around? - She is.

There you go. Fetch your coat.

Or if you prefer, show us the photographs from your gap year at the cathedral.

I didn't go to the cathedral.

I got to the village, well, the last village but one,

and then um... I turned around and I came back.

You walked right across Spain to see a church and didn't go in?

Yeah.

Quick pint at The Black Horse?

I think we can do better than that.

But I thought you'd given up on the canoe?

Nah, I never give up.

Just found alternate means of production.

- You paid someone to make it, didn't you? - Why not? I'm earning again.

Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that, actually.

Oh, yeah?

Well, it's been horrific working with you, obviously.

Obviously.

But, if it gets you out of the house in your old age,

then I could possibly put up with you for a little longer.

Ah, that's good of you, James.

That's really good of you.

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