All language subtitles for Inspector Lynley 4x01 In Devine Proportion

Got good news.

Why are there carrot-crunchers
stomping all over my scene?

Another footprint. The best yet.
Cast it. Check it with the other.

Shouldn't we get the body
to Pathology?

Where's the fire, Dawkins?
She's going nowhere.

Nothing leaves the scene
until Lynley sees it.

Helen, uh, it's me, erm... Inspector!

I was just going to say, well...

I know you need time, but I really
would like to talk to you.

Inspector Lynley? I'm out
in Suffolk at the moment

but I'm on my mobile
so if you want to talk,

and I hope you do, give me a call.

Paula, good to see you again,
what've we got?

Bits and pieces.
They dragged you here

because they thought this was the
same as the Tottenham case? Yeah.

They're not even barking up
the wrong tree,

they're in the wrong forest.

It's a shotgun and she's blonde.

But the way the body has been moved,
it doesn't feel the same.

You got here very quickly.
I was up when the call came through.

Burning the candle at both ends?
Something like that. Windy Miller!

Can I have everyone OFF
the crime scene?

OK, love, that's me on my way.

What did he call me? Not that way,
this way, back the way we've come.

Come on, constable.

He was the first on the scene.

Garrett. One of Suffolk's finest.

Probably parked his bicycle
round there.

Constable? Sir?
See anything unusual?

This whole thing's unusual
for round here, sir.

We've got traces of blood in the
grass leading from the house
up to here.

We've also a few boot-prints in
some spilled sand up by the house.

They're fresh, size ten. Can we tell
if the wearer was carrying anything?

The prints are deeper than we'd
expect, there's a good chance.

And she weighs...nine stone?

Thereabouts. If she was carried
from the house, there might be
some fibres on her clothes.

So I put the egg in my mouth...

and I just suck?

Sorry, Paula.

You're welcome back in London.

Thank you.

You've no idea how much I
miss digging bullet fragments
out of crack-house walls.

There's another blast from the past.

I heard about the shooting.
Is she OK?

Yes, she's...she's fine.

Hello, Barbara. How are you?
Hi, Paula. Sir.

Havers. I'm fine, thanks. You?

One minute I'm giving a nice gentle
lecture on the limited uses
of Vacuum Metal Deposition,

the next I'm watching sheep-worriers
contaminate my crime scene.
Same as ever then.

Solving murders would be an awful
lot easier without the police.

Let me know when we're ready
to move into the house.

Havers.

Havers. Sorry.

The victim is Samantha Walthew,
born Samantha Morgan.

Age 34,
married to James Walthew, who is on
his way up from London as we speak.

He's a property developer,
she was an interior designer.

They bought this place six months ago
to turn it into a hotel.

When was the body found? Er, just
before seven o'clock this morning.

Shot in the kitchen,
her body was dumped out there.

The murder weapon was a shotgun
but they haven't recovered it yet.

Who found the body?

A poacher, by the name of Bob Harris.

A what? A poacher, Havers.

That still goes on, does it?
I'm afraid so, Havers, yes.

These are pheasant breeding grounds,
the shooting season starts soon.
Rich pickings. Charming.

The killer didn't try to conceal
the body? No. Either he or she
was disturbed while moving it,

or didn't care if it was found.
The poacher?

That's where we're going now.

You fighting fit?

Now that it's official, do you
feel comfortable being back?

I'm fine. I'm sure you're fine.

You got shot.

It's a big deal.

Big enough to get compensation.

Really? You didn't tell me you'd
applied. Well, I didn't know I had.

They had me filling
out so many forms.

But I got the letter yesterday
and apparently it's coming through.
Good for you. Can I ask how...?

Sorry, it's none of my business.

Ten grand. £10,000!

That's fantastic.
What are you going to spend it on?

I haven't given it much thought.

I'll probably put it into savings.

Not what I call the most exciting
option. I mean, it's a windfall.

It's free money, Havers,
you should splash out on yourself.

Erm, maybe a cruise.

Yeah. Bingo, ballroom dancing
with people twice your age?

Maybe.

It's my money.

Sorry, yes.

Look, if you want a financial
advisor, I can put you
in touch with one.

There are some very good ways
to invest, you know.

Course I know who she was.

Doing up the old priory
so smart London-types can spend
the weekend gawping at locals,

kidding themselves they're
getting back to nature.
What time was this, Mr Harris?

Seven. Thereabouts. What were you
doing there? Walking him.
There a law against that?

There's a law against trespassing.

There's a public footpath.

Half a mile from where
the body was found.

I got lost. I told this
to the young lad took my statement.

Now you're going over it again with
us. Seem to be. Are you a poacher,
Mr Harris?

No. What do you do for a living?

This and that.

You can be more specific.

I sign on. I do odd jobs.

You can check with the social.
Do you own a shotgun?

Yes, I do. And it's licensed.

I've nothing to hide. Good.

Then I'll get someone to examine it.

I'd better get it back.

Did you ever meet Samantha Walthew?
No.

No interest in meeting her.

I know the sort already.
London-type, weren't she?

Thinks the countryside is
some quaint tourist attraction.

They come up here, before you
know it the local boozer's
become a non-smoking wine bar.

Where were you last night?

Queen's Head till closing.

I come home, watched telly, went
to bed.

Can anyone corroborate that? He can.

If you've got anyone speaks dog.

I'm investigating a murder, Mr
Harris, I don't appreciate sarcasm.

I don't appreciate being called
names like "poacher" or having
my private life poked around in.

We may need to talk to you again.
Are you going to be in the area
for the next few days?

No, I'm going to New York
tomorrow, on business.

Mr Walthew?

I'm Detective Inspector Lynley.
This is Detective Sergeant Havers.

We'd like to offer our condolences.

Thank you.

However, we do have questions to ask.

This was going to be the restaurant,
she had big plans for it.

She said it was going to be
the best restaurant in East Anglia.

Did she suffer?

No. I'm sure it was very quick, sir.

Er, do you know of anyone
who might have had a reason...?

She was my wife.

I thought she was part of my future.

Everything is uncertain.
You never really know anything.
But I thought she would be there.

I understand that your wife grew up
in the area. Yes, she did.

She lived here until...

Until she went to university.

That's where we met.

Did she maintain any ties here?

No. No, she didn't.

Her parents emigrated to Australia
when Sam left for uni.

And yet you bought this house?

As a business concern, yes.

But it wasn't just a coincidence
it was here? It didn't hurt that Sam
knew the area, but it wasn't...

wasn't a major factor.

Are you going to find who did this?

We are obviously pursuing
all avenues of enquiry.

Where were you last night?

Am I an "avenue of enquiry"?

I'm sorry but I do need
to ask these questions.

I, er...I worked late. At my office.

I must've got home about ten.

I went to bed around midnight.

You were alone at home? Yes.

Did you talk to your wife last night?
We speak...

We spoke...several times a day.

Yes, she called me last night.
What time?

Ten thirty, quarter to eleven.

How did she seem, sir? Stressed.

That wasn't unusual for Sam.

A project like this,
and she was managing it on her own,

throws up all kinds of problems with
builders and decorators and so on.

She was camping out here
to stay on top of everything.

And that's what she
was stressed about?

Yes. I think so. She...

..she'd been quite distant...

the last few days.
-Distant?

Why?
-I have no idea.

But, er, if something was
bothering her you'd be able
to tell from her demeanour

but you'd never know what it was
until she was ready to tell you.

She was...

preoccupied with something more
than work, I think.

Thank you, sir.

Ah, Inspector! We've just received
something rather curious via e-mail.

Sent anonymously to the local
station. It seems to have been
taken in the grounds.

Can you trace the sender? It was
sent from an Internet cafe
at the town.

Uniform are there checking to see
if anyone remembers anything,
or if the sender was caught on CCTV.

You can get the date and time the
image was taken from the file
attachment. 3.07 yesterday afternoon.

Now if we found either the
camera it was taken with or the
computer it was originally saved on,

we could match them up
conclusively.

Can I keep this? Of course.

Circulate copies,
let's find out who that man is.
I see you've met my new geek.

Tech specialist. It's OK, Simon.
Some of my best friends are geeks.

Can we do the walk-through, Paula?

Family snaps, by the look of it.

This room is a gold mine.

Where was the husband last night?

He says he was in London. OK, good.

Why? Without getting lurid, there
is a wealth of DNA on these sheets.

And someone left the toilet seat
up in the bathroom.

Your victim was having
an affair, Inspector.

Either that or the husband was lying
and he WAS here.

We're still lifting prints,
we'll let you know of any match.
In the meantime...

Dog hairs? Very good. Dog hairs.

Not enough for there
to have been a dog in here,

enough to have come from the clothes
of an owner or someone recently
in contact with one.

We're looking for a dog owner
in the countryside?

OK. So Samantha Walthew and
her mystery man finish doing
their business on the bed.

What happens next?

Do we know what happened to him?

Not yet.

Samantha's footprints
are all through here,

she's dodging these stepladders
and the various bits and pieces
strewn about.

There's no electricity on this
floor, not even lights.
It would have been dark.

Any other footprints? Lots.
Builders have been coming in and
out.

Hers are easy
because she's barefoot.

We're trying to match prints
with the workmen but it's a mess.

Doors? Windows?
Nothing's been forced or broken.

So then she comes into the kitchen,
which is also dark.

Mmm. And she moves across to here.

There was a three-quarter moon
last night, waning, if anyone cares,

so there would have been light
coming through here,
enough to see by.

This whole area here is
peppered with shot, so presumably
the shooter was at this sort of angle

and...what? Two, three metres away?

We found a broken glass
tumbler in the sink.

We're lifting prints from the
fragments. I'd be surprised
if they weren't hers.

So she's facing the window
and gets shot in the back.

Why not just leave her here?

Why bother to take her outside if
you're not going to conceal the body?

You've been in the wars.

I overheard the message you
left for Helen this morning.

Yeah,
we're not together at the moment.

You don't want to talk about it.

She was in a car accident.

We lost our baby. I heard. I'm sorry.

She's, erm...

she's having a hard time coping with
it and, erm, thinks she needs some
time on her own. Maybe she's right.

It's temporary.

I'm just giving her some space.

And you?

How are you coping?

With the separation? With the loss.

It was your baby too.

I cope.

Sir, er, we've identified
the man in the photograph.

His name is Philip Turner
and he used to own the priory.

All right, yeah.
I'll pass it on, thanks.

We're going to contact the
Morgans, Samantha's parents,
and tell them what happened.

Oh, and the photo by the bedside,
it's Kate Morgan, Samantha's sister.

She's three years younger.
So where is she?

Well, we're trying to trace her.

Er, don't you think it's
odd that James Walthew
never mentioned her sister?

Well, perhaps they were estranged.

Yeah, but...you'd still want her
to know though, wouldn't you?

Pull!

He's harmless, aren't you, Bismarck?
Come here, boy.

Nice car.
-Philip Turner?

Yeah.
I'm Detective Inspector Lynley.
This is Detective Sergeant Havers.

I don't suppose this could wait
until later? No, I'm afraid not.

I understand you used to own
Grant Priory.

Yeah, yeah, the place had been in my
family for three hundred-odd years.

And you recently sold it.

I'm bankrupt, Inspector.

The trustees sold the house
to pay off some of my debts.
What kind of debts?

Gambling debts.

I'm in recovery.
And the Walthews bought this house
at auction? That's right.

Not the most popular outcome
as far as some of the
locals were concerned.

Lot of people worried about
the gentrification of the
countryside around here.

I think they thought that the
Walthews were going to turn it
into a theme park.

How well did you know Samantha?

We knew each other growing up.

There was a group of us,
village kids, you know.

We were inseparable for a time.
Are the others still around?

Oh, yeah. Amanda Gibson lives here.

She was Sam's best friend then.

David and Liz Hughes
run the Queen's Head.

She never stayed
in touch with anyone?

Sam always used to say that the
best thing about a place like this

was seeing it disappear
in the rear-view mirror.

And yet she did come back.

And you became close again?

We saw each other around the place.
Sir!

Mr Turner, are you going to make
me waste my forensics team's time

matching the hairs from this dog to
those in Samantha's bedroom?

We'd been seeing each other for a
few weeks, whenever she came up.

It's an affair.
You're supposed to lie about it.

Not during a murder investigation.

You saw her last night? I did.
I went round there about eleven.
She was very much alive when I left.

Which was when? Just before one.
And you saw her yesterday afternoon?

Not that I recall, no.

Why didn't you stay last night?

I never stayed.

Not my choice.

Sam didn't believe sex with someone
constituted infidelity,
if you can understand that.

She drew a line between sex and
intimacy. She'd sleep with you,
but didn't want to wake up with you.

Pull!

Did her husband
know about the affair?

I don't think so.

I'll have someone
take a statement from you.

And, er, we have to take your
gun for forensic examination.

Look, I realise I must be a suspect.

But I think there was
someone else there last night.

That must be the most predictable
thing I could say. I'm listening.

I didn't see anyone.
But when I left, getting into
my car, I heard something.

In the undergrowth, I don't think
that it could have been an animal.
Whereabouts?

Off to my right, in the grounds.

But you didn't see anyone?

No.

OK.

Mr Turner. Did you love her?

No.

This is my world, Inspector.

In the last year,
I've lost everything

and I realise I never really
had anything to lose.

It's a strange feeling. To spend
your life desperately clinging onto
things that you don't really want.

Probably I should be up a
mountain somewhere, chanting,

but I'm not, I'm here.

Thirty-six fairly
pointless years on Earth,

I aspire to nothing in my future
and I may not even be
halfway through my life.

I didn't love her, no.

But I will miss her.

Sorry.

We'll talk again, I'm sure.

OK, so we get sent this photograph
of Samantha Walthew
and Phillip Turner arguing

and yet he denies he even saw her
yesterday afternoon.

He does admit though to
having an affair with her

and claims that he was with her last
night leaving her around one o'clock.

Now we're pretty sure that she was
killed within an hour of that, right?

So he MUST be the last person
to see her alive.

Did you believe him when he said
that he didn't love her? The speech?

Nihilism in a Barbour and
green wellies? Did you buy it?

No, not really.

So Turner said he thought he
saw someone standing over here.

If there was, then...

well, that person would have seen
Turner leave and Samantha come
into the kitchen and go to the sink.

James Walthew?
We can't corroborate his alibi.

He may have known about the affair,
despite what Turner said.

Either that, or Turner is
deliberately pointing us
in the wrong direction.

A prowler in the undergrowth
that's convenient, isn't it?

He did say it sounded predictable.

A double-bluff? He's a gambler.

Very calm with us.

Maybe he just showed us
his poker face.

It's quiet, isn't it?

Yeah, peaceful.

I wonder how Samantha felt
moving back here.

I prefer London,

knowing that there's people around.

Sir, is Paula's team still here?

No, no. They've gone for the day.

There's someone inside.

I'll go down.

Havers!

Havers, he's up here!

Did you get a look at him?
-No.

What's this?

M-O-K-I-T-A...

It's not in the dictionary.
I don't think it's English.

It's probably not English.

Well, do an Internet search
or whatever.

First the photograph and now this.

I think someone's trying
to tell us something, Havers.

Well, I mean, it's not just
stock market.

There's art, for instance. Property.
Not that you'd get much
for £10,000, but...

When you get back to London,
you really should look into it.

You don't want to leave your money
sitting in a building society.

OK! Well,
what would YOU recommend, sir?

Wines, Havers. Certain wines
increase enormously in value,

you get a great return
on your investment.

Sir, I think if I was going to spend
£10,000 on booze,
I'd want to drink it.

Typical Verger. Always where you're
not wanted. Calm down, Bob.

What, me? What about him?
He's vermin, just like his dad.

Calm down! Give me that,
give me that!

Come on then! Come on!

Havers, outside.

What the hell's going on?

David Hughes?
Aye. I'm Detective Inspector Lynley.

I need to talk to you but I want
to clear this up. Where's Liz?
Outside with that little spunce.

What's going on here then?
Don't look at me!

Poaching,
trespassing, now brawling...

If I was brawling,
he'd be in hospital.

You are just one badly-chosen word
away from spending the night
in the cells.

What's your name? He's Billy Verger.

Why are you protecting him?
Nobody else will. Yeah.
Quite right too. You two, inside.

This is my pub.

OUR pub. I'll get to you.
Let me talk to this one on his own.

I want her to stay.

He's a good lad. He's far from that.

Please, sir, both of you, go inside.

Well? I'm fine.

I didn't ask you how you were.

I'm not saying anything.

It was nothing.

It's between me and him.
It's nothing to do with
what you're here for.

I'm investigating a murder,
Mr Harris. If one of my suspects...

Don't look so surprised.

..if one of my suspects
causes an affray right under my nose,
I'm going to make it my business.

Is that understood?
They've just had too many.

I'll take care of it for you.

Our paths had better not
cross paths again, Mr Harris.

I'll leave it in your hands,
Constable.

Everything all right?

Sorry you got dragged into that.

It's all been
taken care of now, Mr Hughes.

I understand that Samantha
was a friend of yours.

A very long time ago, yeah.

We were an item, actually.

It sort of petered out, you know,
when she went off to university.

These long-distance things don't
stand much of a chance, do they?

But presumably you were re-acquainted
when she and her husband bought
the Grant Priory.

I saw her around
but we didn't really talk.

Is that a bit strange?
If you were so close before?

You didn't know Sam.

Never known anyone who could slam
the door on the past like her.

This Sam, is it?

Yeah, I was just saying,
she were like a shark, weren't she?

How they have to keep
moving forward else they'll die.

Yeah, she was that.

All that time away, not a letter,
not a card, nothing.

Except to Manda. Amanda Gibson.

I think they had some contact
because of James. James Walthew?

Mmm. James and Amanda's family were
friends before they were born.

It was through Amanda knowing Sam
that James met her at university.

Is Billy all right? Here's hoping.

Um, what were, er, Bob Harris
and Billy Verger fighting about?

Well, they don't like Billy.

Who doesn't? This place, the village.

D'you blame them?
Like father, like son, that's why.

What does that mean?

Just a figure of speech.
No, no. It was quite specific.

Well, it's Ron Verger, Inspector.

He was the scourge of this place.
Billy looks to be following him.

That's not fair, he's cut
from different cloth that one.

He's a clever lad.
Where's Ron Verger now?

As far away from here
as possible, I hope.

Upped and left, walked out on Billy
and his mum what, 15 years ago?

About that.

Last I heard, he was up north,
and that's not nearly far enough.

Let's get back to the hotel.

Tomorrow I want to look up
Ron Verger, find out where he is.

Sir?

I'll wait in the car.

Billy.

Was the fight in there
about your dad?

Do you want to talk about him? No.

How old were you when he left?

Ten? Eleven? Nine.

You never heard from him?

My dad's not around any more.

D'you wanna form a support group?

Ron, wasn't it?

He sounds like quite a character.

In a horror film, yeah.

That bad?

I don't want to talk to you.

Then why wait for us?

I think you do want
to talk to us, Billy.

Billy!

It's down here somewhere.

Right.

Here we are.

Sorry.

You coped really well today.

Thanks.

Not very grand, is it?

I know you've come into money

but we can't always stay at the Ritz.
That's very funny, sir.

Oh...

Have a good night.

Good night, sir.

Oh, good. There you are.

Here we are. "Mokita -
that which everybody knows,
but nobody speaks of."

Apparently it originates
from a tribe in New Guinea.

What is it that everybody knows?

I've got news on Samantha's sister,
Kate Morgan, sir.

Oh, good. Where is she? Here. Here?

Erm,
buried in the village churchyard.

The coroner's report
lists it as suicide.

She took an overdose in 1989.
And nobody thought to mention this?

Well, that's not all.

The coroner's report also mentions
broken fingernails and a bruise
to the cheek

that might be consistent with
an assault or fight.

This happened about three months
before Samantha went off
to university

and the parents emigrated
to Australia.

Good work, Havers.

We need to find out
more about Ron Verger.

We've listed 31 Ron Vergers
living in the UK,
we're checking them all.

Excellent.

I want to talk again
with James Walthew.
When's Samantha's post-mortem?

Erm, they're doing it this morning.

Arrange for him to come in
and identify the body.

We'll ask him about Kate then.

That's...

Yes. That's her. Samantha.

All right, thank you.

Can I get you a glass
of water or something?

I'm fine, thank you.

There's something I think
I should tell you, Inspector.

My wife...

she was having an affair.

Yes, we know.

I found these two weeks ago.

I was going to ask Sam about them.

I suppose you'd call
them love letters.

From David Hughes, the landlord
at the Queen's Head.

Why didn't you mention these before?

The first one is dated
a couple of months ago.

Just a few weeks after
we bought the priory.

Mr Walthew, would you say that
your marriage was a happy one?

I loved my wife and she loved me.

But sometimes...

Sam found it necessary to...
satisfy her needs elsewhere.

It's not easy to live like that.

Sam was able to make the
distinction between love and sex,

so I learned to do the same.

David Hughes must have got back
in touch at the right time.

Actually, sir, to our knowledge,

she wasn't having an affair
with David Hughes.

Then who?

Philip Turner.

Another notch on Turner's bedpost.

I'm not sure that's how she'd want
to be remembered. Did he kill her?

Do you think it a possibility?

I really don't know.

Another thing you failed to mention
when we last spoke
was Samantha's sister, Kate Morgan.

Kate was never spoken about.

She...she killed herself.

The memory was terribly painful
for Sam. She kept it locked up.

She talked to me about it once,
when we first met,
but she never spoke about it again.

I really don't see
how that's relevant now.

Why did she commit suicide?

I'm afraid I have no idea.

Did you have any other questions
for me?

No. Thank you.

If you'll excuse me,
I have funeral arrangements to make.

When she went away to university,
I was devastated.

Eighteen-years-old, you're gutted
when any relationship breaks down,

but this was more than that.

Why?

Just was.

You know the idea that your perfect
match is out there somewhere?

Well, that was Sam, as
far as I was concerned.

Sam?

Not your wife?

When Sam left, I tried to push her
out of my head and move on.

Married Liz. And I do love Liz.

We were happy all that time.

Until Sam came back.

But she didn't come back
for you though, did she?

No.

So did you feel that was some sort
of sign that you should be together?

What, like fate, you mean?

No, I'm not into any of that.

It's just that Sam
was the only one of us that had
the guts to get out of this place.

Did you envy her for that?

It made her irresistible.

The people I know are
the people I grew up with.

Out in the world,
you can choose your friends.

In a place like this, you're stuck
with whoever's about.

What did you hope to achieve
writing these letters?

I just...I just wanted her to know
how I felt.

I wanted to know if she could feel
the same way about me.

Instead, you found she wanted
someone more like Philip Turner.

You know, I saw them together.

Drove past them on the road late one
night on my way back from snooker.

And they were kissing.
Did that make you angry?

I was disappointed.

I mean, why would she go out
with him? You've met him.

He tramples on everything,
he doesn't care.

Born into all that wealth and
what does he do? He squanders it.

How could she be so stupid?

Do you have an alibi
for the night that Samantha died?

I was with Liz all night and I
don't want her to know about this.
She wouldn't understand.

I'm not going to keep your secrets
for you. She'll find out soon enough.

I love my wife, Inspector.

This is my life now.

And I've just got to get on
with it the best I can.

Have you heard?

We can prove Bob Harris's shotgun
was fired in the last few days

and it matches cartridges
found at the estate.

Right, I think we'll have to
pay Mr Harris another visit.

Oh...

Ron Verger.

When did he disappear?
Er, about 15 years ago.

We don't have an exact date.

But Susan Verger
started claiming benefits
as a single mother in August 1989.

That's three months after
Kate committed suicide.

We need to clarify where he went.

What about David Hughes?

He's obsessed with Samantha.
Says his wife knows nothing about it.

And there's no love lost between
him and Philip Turner, who I think
knows more than he's telling us.

Are either of you two armed?

I want to shoot somebody.
What's happened?

That useless yokel plod who was
stomping about the crime scene?

Garrett?
I've just had a call from the lab.

Our size ten suspect? Oh, no...

That is the bootprint of a man
who's been in the police force
for God knows how long

and still hasn't grasped
crime scene protocol!

He was first there, was he?
Bob Harris called him
when he discovered the body.

I don't believe it!

Havers, have someone find Garrett
and tell him to report to us
immediately.

Have you spoken to Helen?

I'm worried about Havers, that's all.

DOG BARKS

Mr Harris. Make yourselves at home.

We have interesting news
concerning your gun.

Solved the Kennedy assassination?

We've had some forensic tests
done on your gun.

We've found some unhardened residue
on the barrel,

indicating it had been fired
in the last few days.

The miracles of science!
What you trying to prove?

It HASN'T been fired
in the last few days?

I shot some rabbits playing havoc
in my vegetable patch.

So where are they?

We ate 'em. We?

Me and him.

The cartridge that killed
Samantha Walthew will match
whatever gun it was fired from.

You know that, don't you? Not my gun.

We've found some cartridges
elsewhere on the priory estate
that DO match your gun.

Now you said yesterday that
you're NOT a poacher. Is that right?

You two've got me down as a villain!

You're hardly a pillar
of the community.

Is that how you do your
detective work, Inspector?

Judge a man on his appearances?
I'm not a conventional sort
of a bloke.

Doesn't mean I'll decide to sneak
around in the middle of the night,
killing some girl.

Do you resent people with
conventional lives?

I chose this life.

And how I feel about people
in the village is my business.

This is a picture of you not
seeing Samantha on Tuesday afternoon.

Where did this come from?

What were you arguing about?

I honestly don't remember.
It was two days ago.

Must have been something trivial
or I'd recall.

Any idea who took
the photograph?

How should I know?

Would you describe yourself,
Mr Turner, as a possessive man?

I wouldn't say so, no.

You're having an affair
with a beautiful woman.

She won't let you stay,
she won't leave her husband...

I never asked her to.

And what? I killed Samantha because
I couldn't have her for myself?

It's happened before.

What makes you think I wanted her?

I told you I aspire to nothing.

Some would say that Samantha Walthew
was something to aspire to.

Who else knew about you two?

I don't think anyone else knew.

Tell me about Ron Verger.
Did you know him?

Yeah, I did.

Not personally,

I knew who he was.

What he was.

Ron Verger's ancient history.

Where did he go?
I don't know. Abroad, I heard.

We understood he went north.

What about his son? Billy?

He's trouble.
That's as much as I know about him.

What kind of trouble?

Vandalism, burglary, arson.

The usual stuff.
He's not a master criminal.

He hasn't got a record.

Doesn't mean he's not a criminal.

Just that he doesn't get caught.

Ron Verger disappeared around
the same time that Kate Morgan
committed suicide.

Am I supposed to see a connection?

Is there one? You're the detective.

Why did you lie to us
about not seeing Samantha
on the afternoon of her death?

I told you. I didn't lie, I forgot.

Is THAT a lie? That you forgot?
Is there a point to this?

You're provoking me
into a confession.

We're trying to establish who killed
Samantha Walthew. I don't know.

I'm getting tired of this.

I suggest, Mr Turner,
instead of aspiring to nothing,

you decide to tell us the truth
and help us eliminate you
from our enquiries.

Let's see the photograph again.

Do you know exactly
where it was taken?

No. We should find out though.

There's something here we're missing.

Sir, who's she?

I don't know.
That's James Walthew, isn't it?

Yeah. It might be Amanda Gibson.

Amanda Gibson?

I'm Detective Inspector Lynley,
this is Detective Sergeant Havers.
Mr Walthew.

These were her favourite.

Would you like me to leave?
No. We do have questions
for the both of you.

James has answered enough questions.

It's OK, Manda.

We're old friends, Inspector.
Amanda is protective of me.

We're interested in why Samantha's
sister, Kate, committed suicide.

Well, erm, sorry,
I don't know that.

We thought that Miss Gibson, knowing
Samantha at the time, might...

The coroner's report suggests
that there were signs of an assault,
that she'd been in a fight.

I wouldn't know about that.

Surely you would.

You were her sister's best friend.

Kate committed suicide after
an incident of some kind.

You must tell us everything
you know, Miss Gibson.

Manda?

Kate was raped.

A 15-year-old girl
and he raped her.

Oh, God...

Who raped her? Ron Verger.

Billy's dad.

She was walking home one night
from a friend's house,

it must have been ten
or eleven o'clock at night.

And he jumped out at her on the side
of the road and dragged her into
the woods on the edge of the priory.

She said it was Ron Verger?
She saw him?

Yes.

Kate didn't want anybody to know
about it, she was embarrassed,
ashamed.

She wanted to keep quiet,

but Samantha wasn't about
to let it lie.

She was absolutely determined
to persuade Kate to go to the
police to make a statement.

Two days later, Kate killed herself.

Sam always said she blamed
Ron Verger for it but I think
she secretly blamed herself.

She felt if she hadn't pushed Kate
quite so hard to go to the police,
maybe Kate would still be alive.

Why couldn't she tell me? James...

She was my wife.

She didn't want you to know how...

responsible she felt.

I'm sorry.

And were the police ever informed?

Yes.

Sam and I told the police
after Kate's death.

But Ron Verger denied everything
and, without Kate,
there was no evidence.

So nothing happened.

How soon after this did
Ron Verger leave the area?

Erm...a few days.

Perhaps less. Did anyone else
know that this had happened?

I imagine Samantha told
David Hughes.

They were seeing each other at the
time and she was so upset by it.

And then Samantha left.

I think everything about this place
reminded her of what had happened.
Her parents were destroyed by it.

They didn't know the full story, but
their daughter committing suicide...
They emigrated to Australia.

Sam stayed over here
and went to university.

I think she wanted a clean slate.

That's why she never told you.
She wanted to forget about it.

They're going to bury Sam
just over there.

This was our favourite place,

the three of us.

We used to play here
when we were kids.

What was Samantha like?

She was just like the rest of us
I suppose.

Curious...

Excitable...

She was very protective of Kate.

When we were at primary school,
Kate had bunches in her hair

and the boys used to like
to pull them to tease her.

Sam was always straight
in there, fists flying.

Fearless if she thought
Kate was being hurt.

And when Kate died?

She was lonely.

They were always inseparable
as children.

I think when Kate passed on,
Sam was...

The way she threw herself into
university, and then her career...

..the affairs she had.

I mean, I'm not a psychologist,
but it seems to me they
were all in some way...

a way to escape the loneliness.

Everything she did, everything
she devoted her life to, was in
some way, a replacement for Kate.

And now they're together again.

I believe that.

Well, that's some comfort.

No, Sergeant Havers.
I really don't think there's
any comfort to be had here.

Constable!

Nice motor, sir.
She's a Bristol, ain't she?

You're a size ten shoe, aren't you?
That's right, how did you know?

We've wasted resources
identifying a bootprint

that we thought was a vital part
of a murder enquiry, until we
discovered it belonged to you!

I was the first on the scene, sir.

Bob Harris called me.

If I stepped on anything I'm sorry.
So you...

So you damn well should be!

Please be careful
over your tone, sir.

"My tone"?

I don't look in the mirror
and see a failure,

I see a man who has worked hard
to gain the respect and trust
of the community.

Now I realise you outrank me,
but I think I'm owed some
respect nonetheless, sir.

Sergeant. Hello.

I'm very sorry
if I've caused you any trouble.

Everyone here's more
than keen that you two find whoever
did this to that poor woman.

If that's all, I'll get out
of your road and be on my way.

Ron Verger.

What can you tell us about him?

Ron Verger?

That's a while ago.

What about him?
I understand from Amanda Gibson
that he raped Kate Morgan.

Well, supposedly he did, yeah.

But Kate, God rest her soul,
went and did that silly thing
before we could press charges.

Verger disappeared anyway.

Yeah, he did, yeah. He walked
out on his wife and his kid.

Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say.

Did you question him at the time?

Unofficially, I had a quiet word,
ma'am, yes.

I told him to go.

Did I do the wrong thing?

He raped and caused the death
of a fifteen-year-old-girl
and got away with it.

Would you have been able to tip
your hat to him in the street?

That's a terrible story,
what happened to Kate.

So it's no surprise they're all
glad to see the back of Ron Verger.

And no luck yet trying to trace him.

You know, I think Billy knows more
than he's choosing to tell us.

Good view of the priory.

When was this taken? Few weeks ago.

How well did you know Samantha?

Not that well.

What are the lines for?
It's the Divine Proportion, Havers.
Excuse me?

There's a theory that our
notion of beauty is all based around
the presence of certain shapes.

A perfectly beautiful face, for
example, you'd have the eyes, mouth,

cheekbones all arranged in a sort of
patchwork of rectangles.

How well does Samantha score on that?

Not bad.

Someone knows their stuff.
Clearly it isn't me.

It's not just faces, though, is it?

You've used the same composition
in a lot of these?

Most people don't spot it.

I believe the same maths governs
sunflower petals and the like.

And fir cones.

What do you do as an encore?

I investigate murders.

And how's that working out for you?

Are you sending us photographs,
Billy?

Now why would I do that?

You tell me.

When did you last see your father?

When I was nine years old,
so not recently.

And after that it was just you
and your mum, yeah?

Until the cancer.

Now it's just me. Did she
never tell you where he went?

She never knew.

If she did, she never told me.

Just took off, apparently.

Letters? Birthday cards? No.

What about when your mum was ill?

Nothing.
Where were you on Tuesday night?

Here.

All night? Yeah.

Can you prove that? No.

D'you think you're the first cops
that've tried to intimidate me?

You haven't even told me
my dad was a rapist yet.
You're not even trying.

How do you feel about that?

Obviously,
I'm incredibly proud of the old man.

We just want the truth, Billy.
Really?

That's not what brought
you here though, is it?

Meaning?

Meaning someone gets killed
and the whole village starts
pointing the finger in my direction.

What a coincidence.

The same kind of coincidence
has my dad disappear into thin air a
few days after some girl gets raped.

If you don't believe it,
then tell us what happened.
No-one wants to know what I think.

Mokita?

What's that?

If you know anything relevant
to our investigation
and you withhold information...

It's an obstruction of justice.
And we wouldn't want
to obstruct justice.

Want to know what I think?

I'm on the edge of my seat.

You're leaving us a trail
of breadcrumbs to follow

because you're just not brave enough
to tell us what you know.

That's very deep. Is it?

A picture of the murder victim's
on your wall.

The camera's set up
to photograph the house
she used to live in.

We've recently received a photograph,
anonymously, with the victim
apparently arguing with a man.

Then someone breaks in
to her house and paints
a word on the wall,

a word that seems to suggest
the burglar has some information
on this case.

I think there's something
you're not telling us.

I haven't got the patience
for your childish games.

Is that the time?

I really must be getting on.

We'll be talking again.

You can trust us, Billy.

What's the rush all of a sudden?

Let me show you.

Something's troubled me about this
since the first time I saw it,

and I haven't been able
to put my finger on what until
I saw Billy's photographs in there.

It's actually a cleverly taken
photograph because it's in
the Divine Proportion.

OK, you're going to have to
take me through this slowly, sir.

All right. About 700 years ago,
there was an Italian chap
named Leonardo Fibonacci.

Now he came up with a sequence
of numbers that appears to define
perfection in nature.

So, erm, that's the most
pleasing shape to the eye?

Exactly! Well, in theory.

You see, if I draw a line here

and make a square here,
what's left is the same ratio
as that with which we started.

So I draw another square there,

and another, and so on and so on.
OK, I get it. So what?

Well, then we draw a line connecting
the corners of the squares until
it becomes a spiral. Yeah...

The centre of the spiral is
what Billy is leading us to.

This, not this, not Samantha
and Turner arguing, but this,
a fir tree.

We need to know what Billy's
trying to tell us.

Let's go and talk to him again.

I think you're too late.

Yeah, ambulance.

If this really is a suicide attempt,
it's a very public one.

I'd like to go with him.
When he comes round, he might talk.

Dawkins! Good. Come inside, there's
a computer inside I need you to see.

No, you see, the thing's passworded.

I've got some software back
at the office that should be
able to bypass it, but...

Try Fibonacci.

Right, F-I-B-O...

N-A-C-C-I.

No.

Mokita.

Try mokita.

M-O-K-I...

T-A.

Right, bingo.

It's just photographs,
by the look of it. Loads of them.

Go through all of them, yeah?
What for?

Not entirely sure yet, but, er,
anything unusual.

If you spot anything, I'll be
on my mobile. Okey-doke.

This is what Billy wants us to see.

But why? Why this tree?

There are no other
coniferous trees around. Uh?

You're absolutely right, Paula.

So why is it here?

Why has he brought us here?

You'll notice how the roots
have grown up right through him.

Why wasn't the body
discovered before?

Gun dogs ran all over
this area for years.

We found a layer of what I think
will turn out to be ash.

Someone built a bonfire
over the grave.

Ash masks the scent of the body.

Hopefully, he can be identified
from dental records.

Could you tell how he died?
His neck's broken.

By the look of it,
he could've been hanged.

How long before we
can confirm all that?

We've got to preserve evidence
in the grave,

so it'll take us the best part
of a day to get him out.

After that, depending on
pathology, another few hours
to confirm ID and cause of death.

MOBILE RINGS
Lynley.

'It's Dawkins, sir.'

I've got something you need to see.

Welcome back to
the land of the living.

Wasn't the idea.

Billy.

They found the body under the tree.

Who is it, Billy?

Is it your dad, Billy?

So most of it is arty Photoshop
stuff and I was ready to write it
all off, until I found this folder.

That's Samantha in the kitchen.

When were they taken? Twelve
minutes past one, two days ago.

That's moments before she was shot.

Can you enhance it?
I'll give it a go.

I was nine years old.

And someone came to the house
looking for Dad.

He wouldn't let me go with him.

He took his coat.

We'd been collecting fir cones
and I'd put one in his pocket.

And then I followed him
into the woods.

I was scared.

Voices...

People coming near...

I hid,
thought I'd get into trouble...

I saw him...

Who did you see, Billy?

Billy, who did you see?

Dad...

I saw Dad...

With people...

With people shouting...

She told me not to tell anyone.

Who said that?
She said I imagined it.

She said that he'd gone away.

She said that it was a bad dream.

Who said that, Billy?

Liz... Liz?

Liz Hughes?

She said...

Not to tell anyone
about the dream...

And I haven't said a word.

Until now.

Who have you told, Billy?

Samantha...

I told Samantha.

Yeah, it's Ron Verger.

Liz Hughes told him
to forget all about it.

Do you believe him?

Right, go and talk
to Liz Hughes.

Find out what she knows.
Something's coming through.

I'll call you back.

There's someone there.

It's the killer.

Billy's caught the killer on camera.

You must be able to enhance this,
Dawkins.

It's gonna be tricky.

I've come to talk to you
about Billy Verger.
Oh, what about him?

Well, I'm afraid to say
he's taken an overdose.

Oh, no...

Well, is he...?
He's going to be OK. But I need
to ask you a few questions.

You see, Billy's been talking
about the death of his dad.

And we've found the remains
of a body up at the Priory.

MOBILE RINGS
Havers.

I'm at the pub.

Who's there with you?

I want you to get out of there
as quickly and as quietly as you can.

I don't understand, sir.

Well, how did he...?

He's here.

Havers?

Hav...Barbara? Call the Armed
Response Unit, get them to the
Queen's Head as quickly as possible.

You've been on the wrong end
of one of these recently,

so you'll know not
to do anything silly.

Pat, what are you doing?

Why don't you come over
and join everyone, Liz?

Unless anyone needs a drink?

No? Come on.

And you.

They know about you.

He's a clever man,
your boss, isn't he?

Put the phone down, please.

Pat, what's going on?

The game's up, ladies and gentlemen.

Our old friend Ron Verger appears
to have risen from the grave,
so to speak.

Then it's over. Well, we'll see
about that. No, it's OVER.

What will you achieve
by locking us up? Just doing my job.

Your job? Protecting this village.

No, Pat. Not any more.

What's this, a mutiny?

It's sense.

It's sense, is it? Was it sense to
come to me, you two, in the middle
of the night, demanding justice?

Let's not forget who started this.

You should have seen them,

the blood-lust they had for Verger
for what he did to that girl.

Wasn't much sense going on
that night, was there? Eh?

And now he hangs his head.

They all hang their heads.

Not the night you all stood by
and watched me string him up.

So it was you. You killed him.

No.

We all killed him.

I put the noose around his neck.
I hauled him up.

But they were there,

they all complied.

And I stand by what we did.

This uniform would make
no difference to that man's fate.

Not after what that poor girl
did to herself.

He'd still be walking around today,

with how many more
ruined lives in his wake? Hmm?

You know what? I've heard every
argument there is for vigilantism
and none of them hold any water.

And even if it did,
it wouldn't excuse you of killing
Samantha Walthew.

Samantha?

They don't know?

Right little fox in the
hen house, aren't you?

She'd found out what happened.

That Billy Verger told her.

Turns out he saw the whole thing,

nine-year-old kid hiding
in the bushes, watching his dad
receiving justice.

She knows about Billy,
don't you, Liz?

She even feels sorry for him.
Nobody should have to see that.

He tried to kill himself.
Only tried? Shame.

you killed Sam? He knew.

She was going to go to the police.

She was going to tell them.

You were going to talk to her.
Did I say that?

Or did I say I'd take care of it?

Grown man come to me to sort out
his mess. You killed her!

To protect you all!

What? From Sam? From my best friend?

A woman who'd spent fifteen years
of her life grieving for her
dead sister and you murder her?

She wasn't going to listen to reason.

She didn't know about it
at the time. Why would she condone
what we did? Why should anyone?

We were just teenagers.

I've lived with the image
of him hanging there, dead,
for half my life.

I regret it every day.
We did it for Kate, to finish
things. Not for Samantha to die!

Oh, really? Who's all nice and cosy
with the bereaved husband, eh?

Didn't take you very long, did it?

Get your hands off!
You're as guilty as him.

You think I wanted her dead?
I told him to persuade her
not to say anything. Not this.

The footprints.

Hmm? Your footprint
contaminated the crime scene.

But you did it deliberately,
so that we would eliminate you.

Not just a pretty face, are you?
That's why you left the body there.

You knew the only person
to find it would be Bob Harris
because he was poaching the area.

You knew he'd find the body
and call you first.

And I turn up with my big size tens.

Oh, here come the cavalry.

Inspector Lynley?

There's a policeman in there,
likely armed. He's taken hostages,
including my sergeant.

Is he armed? She. No.

Sir? Stay in position.

That's your way out.
I don't think so.

Come on. Come on, Havers. Pick up.

Where are you going?

This is over.

What the hell were we thinking?
This is over.

Not yet it's not. Sit down!

Do you know what's happening
out there? I can imagine.

A firearms team will be
preparing to come in here.

Not if they're sensible.
You know what you're up against!

Trust me, ma'am.
They're not taking any of us alive.

I'd sit down if I were you! No!

I'm serious, Philip.

So am I.

SCREAMS
Get down!

MOBILE RINGS

Let me answer it. No!

If I answer, you can negotiate
a way out of here.

They want me, they come in
and get me. That goes for all of us.

You've lost your mind.
I'll ignore that!

None of us want this. You want to
be careful what you wish for, boy.

He's still alive. Amanda,
put some pressure on the wound,
try and stem the bleeding. Yes.

Let them go, keep me.
Don't be stupid!

I've got to go in. No.
We have shots fired now.

I'm the ranking officer. Not once
guns are involved you're not.
If anyone goes in, it's us.

Sergeant Havers? I wasn't there
the night this happened.
I don't know anything about it.

You knew about it after, Liz.

Billy told you.

You're an accessory after the fact.
What could I do?

This whole village knew.

A man disappears in the middle
of the night, a man like that?

This whole place knew what had
happened to him, but no-one asked.

No-one said.

And do you know why?

Because they were relieved.

That man was a disease,
he was a blight on this place.

Was it my idea to go down this road,
mmm?

No.

You two,
you come to me and ask for help.

So I helped you.

I helped you find justice

and protect this community
from people like Ron Verger.

And when Samantha decided she was
too weak to stomach the vengeance
taken in her dead sister's name,

I protected you again!

Constable...Constable!

You have to give yourself up.

Oh, really?

And are you going to make me,
Sergeant Havers?

Are you so very brave looking down
the barrel of a gun all of a sudden?

I'd keep quiet if I were you.

You might have got lucky before,
but if I shoot you, you won't
be lucky twice.

This is gratitude?

You want to walk away? You want
to hold up your hands and tell
them what you did was wrong?

HE SHOUTS
It wasn't wrong!

And I won't let you do that!

We're shoulder-to-shoulder here.

BLAM!

Get in there. Help her!

Go, go, go!

Stay down!

Easy, easy. It's OK!

Come on.

It's OK.

Shh...it's OK.

And we now commit her body
to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.

In sure and certain hope that
the resurrection to eternal life

through our Lord Jesus Christ who
will transform our frail bodies

that they may be conformed
to His glorious body,

who died, was buried,
and rose again for us.

To Him be glory forever.

Amen.

I'm not sure how such a small village
recovers from something like this.

Maybe it doesn't.

I feel terrible you had to
go through all that again.
It wasn't your fault, sir.

You know, all these months, you never
talked to me about the shooting.

How you felt about it.

You didn't have to throw yourself
on Garrett to prove
that you're not afraid.

I know you can do the job, Barbara.

I woke up in the hospital
and I didn't remember it.

And then it slowly came back to me
and I realised that it happened.

That I'd actually been shot

and all I could think about is what
if it had been an inch to the left,
or an inch higher... You were lucky.

Yes, I was.

But Samantha wasn't.

I'm here and she's not.

You know, for a while I thought,
"There's been a mistake,
I'm not meant to be here."

And then in the pub when Garrett
put that gun in my face I thought,

"This is it."

And then I decided,

I don't know why, I just thought,
"I'm not going to accept that."

I was angry. So angry.
You certainly were.

And I was frightened.

But, you know, something's shifted.

Yeah. You seem different.

Do I? Definitely. You seem stronger.

Yeah. I am.

So have you booked your cruise yet?

Yeah, somehow bingo and ballroom
dancing doesn't seem exciting.

I'm not going to stand in your way
if you've decided to be sensible
with the money.

And if I haven't?

You HAVE decided what you're
going to spend it on! What?

You'll have to wait and see.

Subtitles by Chris Boyd
BBC Broadcast 2005