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Going to put my bet on.
Alright. Don't be long.

Am I ever long? It's a bet.
Catch up with you in the park.

Will I get the coffees?
Darl, I'll get them, as usual. OK?

Yvonne?

Yvonne!

It's OK.

She died from
a single slash to the throat.

She probably aspirated blood,

but the cause of death would most
likely be exsanguination and shock.

Attacked from behind?

Very good, Detective.
You noticed the patterning.

Right-handed.
Cutting left to right - thus.

Very sharp knife.
Straight blade. No serration.

Defence wounds?
No, no. This was very sudden.

She wouldn't even had time to scream.

The larynx was
immediately compromised.

Her bag's still here, untouched.
Wasn't robbery.

It's OK.

How's her husband?
Agitated, but holding it together.

Too well?
Maybe.

I mean, he leaves his wife
for 10 minutes to have a punt,

then he finds her dead.

You 'd expect him to be more upset.

Mmm. Let's leave
our options open, shall we?

Does he have any theories
on who'd want to kill her?

No clue. They come here
three mornings a week.

A regular thing
with their grandchild.

What about the body -
any apparent motives?

No robbery. No sexual assault.
The baby was unharmed.

So we're thinking, what -
it was random, maybe a thrill kill?

I've organised some uniforms
to canvass the surrounding buildings.

Good.

If they came here regularly,
maybe she was a target. Not random.

You and Matt stay with him
and wait till he settles down.

Talk to him again.
Sarge.

Dad.

Dad! Dad, what's happened?

Where's Chloe? Is Chloe alright?
Where's Chloe?!

No, no, no. The baby's fine, love.
The baby's fine.

Listen to me. Listen to me!
What?

It's Mum. She's gone.

She's gone.

It's alright, baby.

Reba, I got your message.
I've still got deliveries to do.

What's going on?

I'll get Chloe inside.

Dad, I'll take her.
You 're in shock. You need to...

I'll do it.
What's happened?

Detective Ryan. And you are?
This is my husband, Alex. Um...

Alex, it's Mum.
She was attacked in the park.

She's... she's dead, Alex.
She was killed.

What?!

How? Wh...
Let's just take this inside, shall we?

It's OK. Come on.

30 years we've been married.

30 years.

Had breakfast
just a couple of hours ago.

Who would do something like this?

God!

Chloe's down.

Do you want some more tea, Kevin?
I've still got some, for God's sake.

Stop fussing, will you?
Just sit down.

Mr Steele, when you feel up to it,

we need you to answer
some more questions.

Can't you give him some time?
He just found his wife's body.

I've seen bodies before.
This is hardly the same.

Ask your questions.
I don't shirk my responsibilities.

Mr Steele, can you
think of any reason

why your wife might have
been a target for a killer?

A target?

Wasn't this just some senseless attack?

We think it's possible that this person
chose your mother as their victim.

No. No, no. I don't believe it.

Who'd want to hurt Yvonne?

Maybe someone
who wanted to hurt you.

You 'd certainly present a more difficult
proposition in terms of an attack.

Yeah, well, can't think of anyone
who'd want to have a go at me either.

What about the guy at the pub?
He was just a loudmouth.

What happened?
Nothing.

He was using foul language
in front of me and Mum.

Dad told him to shut up.
But he wouldn't leave it alone.

Thought he was a tough guy.
It was nothing.

He took a swing at me.
He regretted it.

Can you identify this man?
No.

You just make sure
you catch the bastard that killed her.

We'll do everything we can, sir.

If it were up to me I'd put a...
put him down like a dog.

He doesn't have to ID her or?

No, it can wait.
He identified her at the scene.

We'll make her belongings available as
soon as Forensics are done with them.

OK.

We're sorry for your loss.

This... this guy at the pub.
He made threats afterwards.

The barman can probably
give you a name.

He goes there a fair bit, I think.
Got a description?

Big. Tatts.

How old is your father-in-law?

56, I think.
And he took this guy on?

Wiped the floor with him.
He must be a tough nut.

Mate, you don't know the half of it.

Let go of me, ya bastards!
Shut up!

Screw you!
No, thanks.

You 're the one who's screwed, mate.

We've got you on Assault Police
whatever happens.

We'll add it to your file.
Shane Coughlin Jeffries.

Two charges of assault, one of
affray, two DUIs, suspended licence.

Have fun.

Shane, why did you
start throwing punches?

I didn't know you were cops.
Look, I owe some people some money.

I thought they'd sent you around
to remind me.

Crap! You knew we were cops.
I'll say it louder. We're Homicide.

I never murdered anybody.

OK, you had a fight in a pub three
weeks ago. Do you remember that?

Yeah. A guy king-hit me.
So? He walked away.

He didn't king-hit you.
He taught you a lesson.

Humiliated you. Decided
to do something about that, did you?

What, you saying I... I killed
that aggro guy in the pub?

You tell us.

No. He's the maniac.

If you want to talk
about a vicious temper...

He's lucky I didn't
call the cops on him.

What happened?

I was minding my own business,
and he gets into my face.

Grandstanding in front of his family.

That's not their version of events.

OK, how about this?
Afterwards, you wanted payback.

You knew you couldn't take him,
so you killed his wife instead.

I don't hurt women.

No? Where were you this morning
between nine and eleven o'clock?

We know you weren't at work.
We checked.

What's so funny?

No, no, I wasn't at work.

I was with my probation officer.
Want to check that?

Shane Jeffries's alibi
has been confirmed.

He was with his probation officer
when Yvonne Steele was murdered.

We've still got him on Assault Police.

Pass it onto Division.
They can charge him on summons.

He blindsided me.

What about Kevin Steele?

Any possibility this is an elaborate plan
on his part to get rid of his wife?

No indication, but maybe.

Nothing from the buildings
around the park?

No. The TAB checks out as well.
And guess what - his horse came in.

Oh.

We've got witnesses who put him
in the deli buying the coffees.

He still could have done it.
Time of death can't be that precise.

And he's wound up tight.

What about these two?
Any static there?

Doesn't seem to be a lot of love lost
between Steele and his son-in-law.

I checked with the neighbours.

The general consensus is that Alex
and Kevin hate each other's guts

but Alex is far too scared
to stand up to Kevin.

So what are you thinking, Sarge?
Maybe it was a random attack?

I'm not thinking anything. Open mind.

Jennifer, check the database
for any similar MOs.

Not just Victoria. Interstate as well.

Yes, Sarge.

So, this won't take long, will it?

No.

What is this?

Just some belongings.
Dropping them back to a family.

Stolen stuff?
No. It's, um, from a murder victim.

Hey. Don't be long.

I won't be.

The doctor said
you 're not supposed to drink!

You 're not supposed
to touch my stuff!

Piss off!

Get off it, you little bastard!
- Leave me alone, Kevin!

You 're no good.
You 're a bloody blouse. Piss-weak!

The doctor said
you 're not supposed to drink!

Dad!

I told you not to touch...
Dad!

Hey, come on!

Matt!
Go back to the car.

Please, please, please!
I told you! I told you!

That's enough. This stops now
or I'll arrest you both.

Look at him.

That's about as close as you 'll come
to shedding blood for your country.

What is the matter with you?

Why do you have to measure
everything against the army?

I'm sick of hearing about it.
Alex, just leave it. Shh!

Worse things
to measure yourself against.

That wasn't a war! That wasn't
anything to do with your country.

You went back for the money,
that's all. You hypocrite.

Is this done now?

Is it?

I'm done. I don't know about him.

Look at him.

He's a lazy little coward, like half
the other young idiots out there.

I'm going back to the shop.
You can deal with him.

Yeah, that's right. Yeah, piss off!

Go back to your flowers.

It's broken.

Broken.

Your mother's things.

Jewellery, watch, handbag.

Her clothes will take a bit longer.
Thank you.

Um, I'm so sorry.
Don't worry about it.

Do you want us
to send someone around?

No. I know how to deal with him.

Bastard.

It's OK, Dad. We'll get
a new frame for it tomorrow.

Hey, we'll fix it.

Some things you can't fix.

His name
was Brodie Bowers.

This was sudden, vicious.
The same MO.

Right-handed, from behind.
Straight knife.

He was on his way home from school
when he was murdered.

The neighbours found him down
the street, 100m from his own house.

Just a kid.
Yeah. 14 years old.

When did it happen?

12 days ago. Albury Wodonga,
but just across the border.

So the investigation
fell to the NSW cops.

Have you spoken to them?

They've got nowhere.
They're thinking maybe gang retribution.

What, this kid was in a gang?!

So they're looking at mistaken identity
as a possibility.

Yeah, it's a convenient one.
Have you contacted the family?

No, not yet. Family named Bowers.
I'll get onto them now.

No. Drive up there.
Speak to them personally.

There's obviously a connection
between the two murders.

OK.

So, who's coming for a drive?

Overnighter, Sarge?
Incidentals allowance?

It's early. Two of you driving.
You can be up and back in a day.

So who's coming with me?

* I've been drinking muddy water

* And it tastes like turpentine

* Crows are crying all around me

* In a sky where the sun
refuse to shine. *

Mr Bowers.
Detective Mapplethorpe.

And this is Detective Ryan.
Come in.

What happened to you?

Argument with a door.

Thanks for agreeing to speak to us.

I know this must be
very upsetting for you.

I don't know what I can tell you.
Police are getting nowhere with it.

Can I get you anything else? Something
to eat? You 've come a long way.

No, we're fine, thank you.
How's your wife coping?

I didn't tell her you were coming.

Can we get your take
on what happened, Mr Bowers?

I have absolutely no idea.

There are no witnesses.
No reasons I can think of.

I mean, I've lived here all my life.

I run a small printing business
in town. I don't have money.

I get on with people.

What about your son?
Was he in any kind of trouble?

No. No.

Brodie was a great kid.
Popular, a good boy.

His death killed his grandfather too,
my dad.

Him and Brodie got on really well.

Dad had a massive heart attack
a couple days later.

We're very sorry for your loss.

I don't know
what else I can tell you.

I was hoping there was
something you 'd tell me.

We're sharing the information
with the police up here.

There was a similar murder
in Melbourne.

Yesterday, a middle-aged woman.

Similar how?

Same method of attack.

Just like what happened to your son.

She had her throat cut?

And you think they're connected?

We don't know.
That's what we're trying to find out.

The woman's name was Yvonne Steele.
Does that name mean anything to you?

Steele?

Yes, it does sound familiar.
How exactly?

I don't know, but I'm sure
I've heard it somewhere before.

Just a second.

My father was in the military
most of his life.

He served in the first Gulf War,
then went back as a private contractor.

One of the men he served with
was named Steele. Kevin Steele.

There's my father there.

And the man standing at this end
is Kevin Steele.

What's this about?
You found something?

It's about the photograph
you had up here.

You know the one? Of you in Iraq.

I was gonna get it reframed.
It's in my bag.

Thank you.

I... I don't understand.

Where did you get this?
It belonged to Tom Bowers.

That's him there, right?
Yeah. So?

12 days ago, Tom Bower's grandson,
Brodie, was murdered.

What?

He was killed in exactly the same way
your wife was killed, Mr Steele.

Tom Bowers is dead too.

They think the shock of losing
his grandson was too much for him.

He had a heart attack.

We believe this photograph
is the connection.

It was taken in the Gulf, right?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Now someone's targeting the relatives
of everyone in that photograph.

First Tom Bowers's grandson,
then your wife.

Who are the other two blokes
in the photo?

The one next to me is my brother.
He was killed over there.

I wasn't aware we lost
any soldiers in the Gulf War.

It was after. Civilian work.

They were helping
to put the country back together.

Who's the other bloke?
Scott.

Scott Hurley.

He wouldn't have had
anything to do with this.

Maybe he did or maybe he has people
he cares about who are in danger too.

Either way we need to talk to him.

Where can we get in touch with him?
Don't know.

Dad!
Said I don't know.

Look, he, uh... he moves around a bit.
Does the grey nomad thing.

If I don't know where he is,

this person that's doing this, they won't
be able to find him either, will they?

Well, it's his family who's in danger.

Do they move around too?
I don't think he's got any family.

You don't think?
When was the last time you saw him?

Oh, long time.

What about the reunion, Dad?
He must have said something then.

Yeah. He might have.
I can't remember.

I was pissed most of the night.
What reunion?

It's a get-together
they have every year.

Remembering fallen comrades.

So when was the last one?

Oh, about a month ago. About.

So how do you contact Hurley
about the reunion

if you don't know where he is?

He calls me when it's coming up.

Did something happen over there,
Mr Steele, in the Gulf?

There was a war.
How did your brother die?

Could that have something to do
with what's happening now?

He was killed
trying to help those bastards

rebuild their stinking country.

It was pointless
and it was senseless.

And that's all I got to say about it.

Mr Steele...
No, no, no. I'm done.

And whatever you 're thinking happened,
you 're wrong.

You got it?

I'm sorry.

Reba, do you know
how your uncle was killed?

My uncle?

Uh, I think he was shot. Yeah.

Dad doesn't talk about it much.

Dad has post-traumatic stress disorder.

Is he on medication?
Anti-depressants.

Reba, your dad and Scott Hurley
are the only ones who can tell us

why this killer is doing this.

You think we're in danger?

We can organise for protection
for you and your family,

but the point is, I think
your father knows where Hurley is.

Maybe you can talk to him,
just see what you can find out.

Well, I'll try,
but I can't promise anything.

We need your help, Reba.
Before someone else gets killed.

You know, I'm beginning to think
that our Scott Hurley

doesn't even have a driver's licence.

Not one that I can trace, anyway.
- Same with electoral rolls.

Well, maybe you should have
another run on Kevin Steele.

Forget it. Anything on his brother?

Oh, nothing that helps.
I dug up his obituary.

It says that Arthur Steele died in action.
No details.

Died in action?

These guys weren't in the armed
forces, they were paid mercenaries.

How much would they earn,
these mercenaries?

Thinking of applying, Simon?

No, but I could see why people would.

Quickly earn a lot of money,
set yourself up for life.

Yeah, assuming you don't come home
in a box like Arthur Steele.

My old man didn't get big bucks for
going to Vietnam. He drew army pay.

But there was some honour
in what he did.

When was the last time you saw
a mercenary marching on Anzac Day?

Progress?

Oh, no. Lots of dead ends, Sarge.

Right, we split resources. Duncan
and Jennifer stay on Scott Hurley.

Try Defence Force pensions.
Sarge.

And if he's doing
the grey nomad thing,

he may have tried to hire
or purchase a vehicle to suit.

Oh, good thought. So caravans,
campervans, that sort of thing.

That's assuming Steele's not lying.
Which he is.

I've already spoken to the guy that
used to be their commanding officer.

By the sounds of things, their tour
of duty was pretty uneventful, Sarge.

This relates to the period
when they went back there.

Yeah, when they were no longer
part of the military operation.

In what capacity were they there?
Private contractors.

Doing what?
Security.

That's a pretty generic term,
Mr Roach.

Uh, it's Major.
I'd prefer it if you used the rank.

You still in the military?

No, no, but it adds credibility
to my line of work.

Your credibility isn't at issue here,
Mr Roach.

So let's call a spade a spade.

You supply mercenaries.
That's pretty much it, isn't it?

Well, I supply
highly-qualified personnel

to perform dangerous protective
duties in areas of high risk.

Yes, they're usually ex-army
and they're paid.

You call that mercenary,
well, I'm afraid that's your problem.

I call it security.

And tell me,
you employed Scott Hurley,

Tom Bowers
and Kevin and Arthur Steele.

Yes, that's right.

Some time ago.

For how long?
Oh, little under a year.

Doing what?

Providing protection to work gangs
rebuilding oil pipelines.

Arthur Steele was killed
over there, wasn't he?

Yes. That's right, unfortunately.

Can you explain to us
the circumstances around his death?

Well, I need to consult my records.

And in any case I don't believe

that I'm obliged to divulge
that sort of information to you.

In which case we'd be obliged
to subpoena the information.

Fine.

I'll consult my lawyer.

Good morning.

Look, whatever this is about,

I fail to see what it has to do
with me or my company.

Two people have been murdered,
Mr Roach,

and we think there is a connection
between those murders

and something that happened
in Iraq 15 years ago.

Really?

I find that hard to believe, Detective.
15 years is a long time.

Well, we're pretty sure we're
on the right track and we will find out.

Good. I wish you all the very best.

Parasite.

Any luck with Hurley?

Cross-referencing
Defence Force personnel files.

Two licences in that age group.
We've got it down to just a few.

Great.

But none of them bought nomadic
vehicles in the last three years.

Maybe he bought a camel.
- Detectives.

I've got a very agitated
gentleman asking for you.

Look, he's off his head.
I don't know what he's gonna do.

Reba tried to talk to him last night,
but he wouldn't listen to her.

Why don't you come here,
have a seat and just take it slowly?

I tried to reason with him.

He shut himself in his room,
locked the door.

He was... he was on the phone
to someone but he wouldn't say who.

Scott Hurley, maybe.

That's what me and Reba think, yeah.

Then this morning,
he drove up the road to buy a paper

and he didn't come back.

You think he and Hurley
may have teamed up?

Maybe. Kevin's started acting
like he's back in Iraq.

He told Reba
he was "gonna handle it".

Which means Kevin must have an idea
who the killer is.

Or where he's gonna be next.

OK, thanks, Alex.

You go home. Look after your wife.
OK.

We'll find your father-in-law
and Scott Hurley. Don't worry.

You better make it fast.
I found this in the bathroom.

He's tipped all his pills in the toilet.

I checked his room.
All his guns are gone.

I don't know why you need a lawyer,
Mr Roach.

You 're not being charged
with anything.

We've just subpoenaed
some information.

Major Roach is entitled to legal
representation in any circumstances.

No worries. Whatever makes
the Major feel comfortable.

I got your message, Stanley.

Ruined my lunch.
Sorry.

An ex-mercenary
running around with a gun.

Are you certain?
Unfortunately, yes.

Maybe two of them.

Do we have a medical assessment?

On Kevin Steele we do.
He's got PTSD.

Question is, when did he stop
taking his medication?

Arthur Steele was shot.
Who's this?

By an unknown sniper. Probably militia.

They were operating a fairly vicious
guerrilla campaign at the time

against the Allied personnel,
both military and civilian.

And what else happened?
Nothing.

I was in Iraq at the time.

I stood the men down
and put on a new crew.

Oh, come on.

You expect us to believe
that you pulled them all out

because one guy got shot?

Major Roach has told you
everything he can.

He's told us nothing
that we didn't know already.

Companies like yours, Mr Roach,

they like to operate
in the shadows, right?

I don't understand what you mean.

OK. Well, maybe you 'll understand this.

If I have to charge you
with withholding information

and obstructing a police investigation,

this will end up in court
and in the media.

Something tells me
you wouldn't enjoy that very much.

Am I right?

There was an incident.
What kind of incident?

My company accepts no responsibility
for what happened.

These people signed contracts
and we have certain indemnity.

Just answer the question.
Alright!

A vehicle approached the workforce.

The driver was instructed to stop.

He didn't.

So the men made a perfectly
legitimate tactical decision.

Meaning what?
They opened fire on the vehicle?

Yeah.

With automatic weapons.

Unfortunately,
there was a family onboard.

Parents, three children.

They were all killed?
I believe so.

You believe so?!
Well, I wasn't there at the time.

And when I got to the site it was all over.

Was there an investigation?
Or was it just buried?

Frankly, Detective, I don't appreciate

you making judgments about something
you couldn't possibly understand.

We're going to need details.

Dates, places, names of victims.
Everything that may be relevant.

Everything I have about the incident
is on that.

He believed they were all killed.
He believed bloody wrong.

Look at this.
What have you got?

There was a survivor
taken to hospital.

A little kid. No follow-up,
no reparation. Nothing.

10 years old. He'd be, what, 25 now?

Hammurabi's Law? An eye for an eye.

Revenge killings all the way
from Iraq 15 years on.

We need to find out who was killed
in that incident over there

and the name of the survivor.

Isn't that information on the disk?

No, everything but. There's a time
and a place for the shooting.

There were four dead, one injured.

No names.
Typical.

Maybe Roach is holding out on us.

No, he's not holding out.
He just doesn't care.

How would the survivor
find them in the first place?

Where did Kevin and his mates
hold their last reunion?

Reba Crawford would know that.

The reunion. All of them together.

That has to be
where the survivor saw them.

Kevin Steele's
put this together too.

And he knows
where the killer's gonna hit next.

Thank you for coming in,
Mrs Stayner.

No problem.

I remember the gentlemen,
three of them.

It was just over a month ago.

They had quite a party.

Drunk?
That's an understatement.

Their bar bill was huge.

And all three of them
stayed at the hotel?

Yes. Not that they could have
gone anywhere else.

They could barely
make it to their rooms.

But it's weird.
What?

I looked up their registration details
like you asked

and they weren't on the computer.

You said Bowers, Steele and Hurley?
Right.

I'm sorry. I couldn't find them.

What about
their actual registration cards?

They were gone too.

Mrs Stayner,
the night they stayed there,

did anything unusual happen?

Well, actually,
there was some unpleasantness.

Um, Mr Steele, I think it was,

he took a set
against one of our staff.

In what way?

He refused to be served by him.
What was the problem?

Steele was the problem.
The man is a racist! Pure and simple.

A racist. So you mean one of
your staff members is a foreigner.

Amir. He's from
the Middle East originally.

Iraq?

I'm not sure.

Is he still working at the hotel?
Oh, yeah.

But, um, he asked for some time off.

But I haven't seen him
for a couple of weeks.

What's Amir's full name?

Um, Amir Sohana.

And do you have
a current photograph of Amir?

We did take staff photos
last Christmas.

But, well, we gave them away
to everyone.

What about an address?

Oh, I couldn't tell you
off the top of my head.

Does he drive a car?

Not a car. He rides a scooter.

Look, I could call the hotel

and get his address from
our personnel files, if you like.

Hey, check this out.

One, two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Jen. The missing registration cards.

Oh.
With home addresses.

Matt. We're at Amir Sohana's place.

We've found Scott Hurley's address
for you.

The address on the registration card
checks out.

Matt and Simon are there now.

Any sign of him?
No. They're busy searching the place.

Shouldn't be too long.
It's a caravan.

Is he doing the grey nomad thing?

I doubt it. It's a permanent site.
Kevin Steele lied to us.

Is that our man?
Ah, yes. Amir Sohana.

According to Immigration,
he came here as a refugee.

Been here nine years,
six of them in Melbourne.

It all fits, Sarge.

His mother, father and two older sisters
were killed in Iraq.

He was 10 at the time.
OK.

Start chasing up friends
and associates.

The Iraqi community here
are closely knit.

So...

Matt.

Sarge. We got something.
Yep?

An empty box of ammo, a cleaning rag
and some gun oil, for starters.

Come on, Mattie!

Plus Hurley does have family - a mum.

We found some invoices
from a retirement home.

So you think she could be
Amir Sohana's next target.

Yes. We're on our way there now.

Yeah. Have you got an address?

OK.

Jennifer and Duncan are on their way.
I'll organise Uniforms as a backup.

Yeah, OK. Great. Thanks.

Her unit's down this way.

The backup's coming.
Good. Sooner the better.

It's lovely here.

Peaceful.
Mmm. Yeah.

And how long
have you been here, Mrs Hurley?

Why don't I make you a cup of tea?

I tell you what,
why don't I make you one?

I'll put the jug on.

I'll go and meet the uniforms.
Keep her inside.

She's not gonna make
a run for it, is she?

Oi! Amir!

Stop right there!

Stay down, Amir Sohana!

You 're under arrest.

Drop it. Drop it!

Don't be stupid, Mr Steele.

I'm a police officer.

You 're a collaborator.
Drop the gun!

Drop it. This one's ours.

Sarge! Uniforms found
Matt's gun in the bushes

behind Daphne Hurley's unit.

And this. It could be Amir Sohana's.
There's blood on it.

Get it tested.

No-one saw anything?
No.

I was only bloody 50m away.

Someone had to look after
the mother, Simon.

Where are that damn dog squad?
Sergeant, keep searching the grounds.

I don't think
there's much point, Sarge.

These old fellas said
they saw three guys

get into a grey
twin-cab four-wheel drive.

He said they were
dragging a fourth guy

who looked like
he might've been hurt.

That's Kevin Steele's car.
We've gotta find him.

Already got a KALOF out.
Get on the radio updates now.

*...the smell of napalm
in the morning... *

* Said at Fire Base Green

* We'll lay Charlie clean

* Tonight we go... *

Don't stop, you little prick. Dig!

Dig!

Scott, keep a lookout.

I can watch the prisoners.
Prisoners?

That's an order!

We're not in Iraq!

Make it wider.

Who are these men?
They're police, like me.

Has something happened?
And where's Phil?

Phil?
My husband. Where is he?

He's... he's not here.

And... and... and what's your name?

I'm Jennifer, Mrs Hurley.

And I need to know if you have any idea

where your son would go with friends
if he wanted to get away.

My son?

Scott.
Oh, Scott. He's a good boy.

He looks after me.
I'm sure he does.

Phil too, before he died.

I saw him.
Scott?

No. Phil.

Your mate's sick, Scott.

He's off his medication.
Shut up.

You need to help him.
You 're supposed to be mates.

Look at him.

Dig, you raghead bastard.

This is your mother's place, right?

I saw the bills at your caravan
for the pavers.

Is he talking? Don't talk!
They'll find us.

Hey! I said shut up!

You kill us, they'll find us.
It doesn't matter how deep he digs.

You think so?

You know how many bodies
there are out there under the sand?

Do you?

He's right, Kev.
It's gone too far, mate.

We can't do this.

People are dead.

My brother's dead.

They hide in their stinking, putrid villages
and they sit on their hoarded munitions

and then they break them out and kill us!

And you want to walk away?
Let them get away with it?

Hey!

Bastard. Dig!

He shot Amir's family out in the desert.

It was Kevin who pulled the trigger,
wasn't it?

Dig!

You can stop this nightmare.
For both of you.

Here we are, Daphne.
Ooh, thank you.

That's very nice.

Oh, it's a jumper.

For Phil. He feels the cold.

That's a shame.

Thin blood. Scott's the same.
I knitted one for him as well.

He's a good boy.
He's selling the house for me.

The house?
Whose house?

You have a house still?
Oh, no, dear.

Scott said it's too isolated for me.

Not like here.
Lots of people, it's lovely.

No, where I lived before, I thought I'd...

Daphne, where is this place
where you used to live?

Do you remember the address?

Um...

No.
I can't remember, dear.

Simon, find out
Daphne Hurley's old address.

That's enough.

You took away from me
so I took away from you.

You killed my brother. Now I kill you.

What do we do out here?
Kneel? Is that the go?

It's OK. You 'll get your revenge.
They'll find us.

He's right, Kev.
No!

No. He killed them.

He killed Yvonne, he killed
Tom's grandson, he killed Arthur.

No, Kev. Arthur died in Iraq!
It's all getting away from us, mate.

Who'll pull the trigger this time?
One each?

Shut up!
Bugger this! Enough talk!

No, Kev, it's not gonna work.
I'm sorry, mate. Put it down.

Come on.

You gutless bastard.
Don't, Kev.

Traitor!

Clear.

Call an ambulance.

For God's sake,
call a fricking ambulance!

Get on the ground now!
Hands behind your back!

Put your hands up!
Get on the ground!

Sorry.
- Mattie!

OK, great. Jen. Sarge.

Are you alright?
Yeah.

Come on.

He didn't know what he was doing.

I know.

What will happen to them?
Those men.

They'll be charged with
attempted murder, threats to kill,

serious assault, abduction.

And I'm charged with murder.

Two counts. You killed two people.

They killed four. My family.

That was in your country.
It was a war zone.

Murder is murder.

We were going to my uncle's wedding.

My father, he...

...he had managed
to get petrol for the trip.

My mother and my two sisters
were singing.

We were happy.

And then gunshots.

And then the windows
and the windscreens just exploded and...

...there was blood everywhere.

No screams.
Nothing. It was all too fast.

Just the sound of my sister moaning.

They ran over
and they pulled the doors open and...

...and she fell out onto the road.

And then they stood there
looking down at her, the three of them.

I'll never forget their faces.

Watching her while she died.

And what about the people you killed?
Did you watch them die?

It wasn't their pain I was interested in.

15 years.

I never forgot.

And here I am in my new life...

...and there they are.

Eating and drinking and...

...and laughing, yeah.

Remembering good times, huh?

Comrades.

As soon as I saw their faces,

I knew who they were...

...and what I had to do.

So, how's Detective Ryan?

He's still at the hospital.

He's having a scan
to make sure he's OK.

Hmm.

I'm gonna write him up
for a commendation.

Well deserved.
He did good work today.

I'm just glad he got through, actually.

We all are.

The victims don't always
end up in the morgue, do they?

No, they don't.

Goodnight.