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[metal detector beeping]

[ominous orchestral music]

[breath hissing]

[dirt crunches]

[explosive beeping]

[explosion booms]

[Officer] An occasion such as this

is always one of conflicting emotions

as we celebrate the safe return of our comrades

and the honours that they have gained in the field.

We also remember the injured and the fallen.

Shining up the old silver, looking good, looking sexy.

[Officer] Ladies and gentlemen,

The Royal Ordinance Fusiliers.

[fireworks crackling]

[Soldier] Jared, buddy, see the enemy!

Lighthouse, 500 metres.

Rapid fire!

[fireworks booming]

Move!

Here you are, boss.

Have some rounds.

-Take that! -This one's for Elane!

Charge!

[soldiers shouting]

[soldiers laughing]

-Watch out! -Man down!

Wanna go home.

Let me go home.

Let me go home.

[soldiers cheer]

I feel so broke up,

I wanna go home.

[ominous orchestral music]

[door creaks]

Hope he hasn't decided to stay.

Two tours of Afghan?

Not likely.

Come here.

[ominous orchestral music]

[enticing jazz orchestra music]

[phone rings]

Morning.

No, no, they can be awkward buggers.

Listen, call Joe.

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

[keys rattle]

-You did eat? -Aye.

-How much? -Pound.

That's what we used to get, Joe.

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

[door bell rings]

Go then, go to your other woman.

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

Well, I hope I'm the rock.

-Hi, Vera. -Celine.

Mum, mum, the tooth-fairy forgot to take the tooth.

She'll come back for it, pet.

I wouldn't worry about it.

She was gonna find out sooner or later.

Breakfast?

[engine roars]

It's an army death,

you would have thought military police

would handle it themselves.

Boy soldiers playing at policeman.

Fine at banging up couple of drunk squatters

on a Saturday night.

They don't explain deaths.

Out of their league.

[brakes screech]

[ominous orchestral music]

[Joe] Isn't it their case though

if it happens on military property?

Under the law you're right,

but what happens in reality

is we both do what we're good at.

We do the investigating

and they do the marching and the saluting.

[radio chattering]

[brakes screech]

Excuse me, sir.

-Captain Shepherd, SIB. -Vera Stanhope.

Chief Inspector, ma'am,

-DS Ashworth. -Joe.

Most people would call me Shep.

and this is Lieutenant Colonel Chapel,

CO of the regiment.

Detective, Chief Inspector,

welcome to Otterford.

Suicide of course is bad for morale.

Still, we're grateful to you for your assistance.

That's hoping we resolve this as soon as possible.

If you need anything, please ask.

In the meantime,

I'll leave you in Captain Shepherd's capable hands.

Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel.

And as soon as we've established

that the unexplained death is a suicide,

you'll be the first to know.

Right, Shep.

Staff Sergeant James Deverson,

everyone called him Dev.

RLC, military cross, he was EOD.

Sorry ma'am, bomb disposal.

Two tours to Afghanistan and Iraq before that.

-Recently returned. -Military cross?

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

Aye, gotta go down to the palace for it.

[Shep] He was down there only last week.

So where is it?

He would've been wearing it last night.

Anyone come across this medal?

[Forensics] No, not yet, ma'am.

-Family? -Married, two kids.

[Joe] We they --

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

Weapon?

It's a Browning nine-mill,

standard army issue.

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

His?

We don't carry weapons outside of theatre.

He had to have checked it out to the armoury.

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

Well that might be something on that.

Have someone bag it up.

Who discovered him?

New minted Sergeant out of Catterick.

Supposed to move in with his wife and baby this morning.

What, he was shipping out again?

He was hanging up his boots.

15 years, his last night on barracks.

[Vera] Nice little lass.

The wife?

I'm afraid I'm not long in Otterford.

Sorry, didn't hear me alarm.

Well, you have to wake up in your own bed

to hear the alarm, Billy.

Better suit up.

Right.

Thoughts.

He's an armaments officer.

They know how to get access to all the equipment.

It looks like suicide.

After making it alive

through a couple of tours to Afghanistan?

Afghan affects people in different ways, ma'am.

You see it here when the come back.

Leaves its mark.

[ominous orchestral music]

[door creaks]

[car brakes screeching]

Well?

Looks like a squatter.

Aye, it's a bit grim isn't it?

Billy's got something for you downstairs.

It smells in here.

Get forensics to check for traces of vomit.

No, it's too low.

Look, if I'm gonna shoot myself,

firstly I'm tense so I'm sitting up straight,

second, I want my wrist behind the shot

because of the recoils so hold it lower,

shoot upwards.

Now look at him.

Exit wound is too low, its the base of the skull.

But, if he was asleep,

head back, mouth half open like he was found,

And someone else shot him through the mouth.

[Joe] You think he was murdered?

It's too like a suicide to be a suicide.

[ominous orchestral music]

State of shock.

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

Where's Shep?

Getting the rest of the Sandancers together.

-The what? -Dev's bomb team,

Sandancer must've been their call sign.

Must've been a sheer's lad, eh?

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

Right.

We'll get the statements first, then the gun.

Get Shep to take you to the armoury.

Be like a kid in a sweety shop.

Ma'am.

[ominous orchestral music]

Morning, thanks for coming.

This is Detective Chief Inspector Stanhope

of the Northumberland and City CID.

-Ma'am. -Captain.

I expect some of you have heard

that Staff Sergeant Deverson died early this morning.

Initially his death was thought to be a suicide,

but we now have reason to believe he was murdered.

So which of you were with Staff Sergeant Deverson

after the meal last night?

Come on, show of hands.

[intense orchestral music]

So after the fireworks at the Collinwood Memorial?

Back to camp.

What time?

I thought you like real men, ma'am?

He's a bit boy band is he not?

Answer Sergeant Ashworths question, Corporal Grafton.

I don't know what time.

Why don't you check the front gate?

[Joe] So you'd been drinking since the meal?

What makes you think we only began then?

And what happened after?

-We all came home. -Together?

-I don't remember. -No, after the fireworks.

Yeah, I remember heading over to the fireworks.

So how did you get home after?

Did Dev and Vince take you back?

[ominous orchestral music]

[Grafton] We all signed in,

then said our goodbyes.

[Joe] What about Budgie?

He could hardly stand.

Poor bastard.

Where'd you wake up this morning, Budgie?

The block, in me own bed.

[Joe] You can't remember getting there?

[car door slams]

Always makes me feel that little bit calmer.

I read once its the positive ions

generated by the pounding of the waves

but I think it's the wind.

Blows the cobwebs out of your head.

I don't know what to think.

First the chaplain came saying he shot himself

and then you say ...

You weren't with your husband last night?

But I thought it was a celebration dinner

to welcome the lads home?

An army thing, not for wives.

So where were you?

Home, you can ask my mum.

You don't think that I had anything --

Ah, no.

I have to ask, pet.

You don't like it at the barracks much do you?

It's just with him being away on tour so much,

we felt

it would be better if I stayed with my mum

and it's better for the kids

not to be surrounded by all the barracks.

But this time he was home for good.

I've longed for that for years,

and now ...

And there weren't any problems?

With anyone in the regiment or his team I mean?

No, not that I know of, why?

What about in Afghanistan?

He didn't like to talk about out there

and I didn't want to know.

Letters?

Well, it's emails now

but he was never much for writing.

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

there's not much time for family.

[phone rings]

Joe.

Right, I'm on my way.

[engine roars]

[ominous orchestral music]

Browning nine-mill is standard army issue

since the second world war,

but they've been decommissioning them in batches.

So the one that killed Deverson

should have been done eight months ago.

So someone took it instead.

Mmhm, here.

What am I looking at?

The officer that signed it out.

James Deverson?

Now, he would've known

that it was gonna be decommissioned.

So it must've got lost in the bureaucracy.

-[phone rings] -Excuse me.

What about forensics?

Prints on the gun?

Yeah, only Deverson's.

So the killer knew he had the gun.

Knew not to leave prints on it, obviously.

Silencer.

Not army issue.

not according to the armourers officer.

Homemade or modified, expertly done.

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

Mmhm.

What about the team?

Corporal Vincent Grafton,

he's not giving anything away.

Lance Corporal O'Connor claims that he drunk so much

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

Oh, that's fortuitous.

Shep checked with the front gate log.

He signed in with Dev at 10 past midnight.

As for the others, didn't hear or see anything.

-You get prints and swabs? -Mmhm.

Ma'am.

Lieutenant Colonel Chapel.

[Vera sighs]

He's right, we have nothing.

Nothing from his men, nothing from the wife.

The only prints on the gun

that he appropriated from the armoury are his.

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

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

It's not a theory, it's a fact.

You did tell him I'm a pathologist and a homoeopath.

Besides, what's he gonna threaten you with?

You're outside his baily-wig, aren't you?

Outside everyone's.

But he can still make things difficult.

Here.

What's that?

Little present, front tooth.

Most of it at least.

Found it in the back of the victim's head.

Now, if you're gonna do it yourself,

you wouldn't shoot yourself through half closed teeth.

So what are you saying?

Deverson conks on the bed

still in his full formal gear from the meal.

Middle of the night, gets up, vomits,

comes downstairs for a glass of water,

sits in the chair to stop the world spinning.

Forensics did confirm

there were traces of vomit in the bedroom.

Yeah but Deverson didn't vomit.

Had half a keg of beer in his stomach when we opened him up.

Had to mop the place clean after.

And here's me thinking

you've been partying in the morgue again.

So there was someone else in the house with him.

[phone ringing]

[door hinges creak]

Put that down, Kenny.

This is an incident room, not a greasy spoon.

Ladies and gentleman, we have a visitor.

Captain Shepherd from Her Majesty's Royal Military Police

is gonna assist us in our investigations.

Now, Staff Sergeant James Deverson,

known to everyone as Dev.

Recently awarded the military cross.

Speaking of which, any sign yet?

No, nothing in the scene of crime report.

Now the killer wanted us to believe

he'd committed suicide.

Why?

Make him look like a coward.

Well personally, I think it takes some courage,

-but the common view, -[drills grinding]

of which you are the proud possessor, Kenny,

is that it is a cowardly act, yes.

-Now, what is that?! -[drills grinding]

That's the high speed broadband upgrades.

We're crying out for 'em, ma'am.

Well, I'm sure it's gonna assist greatly

with all your tweeting, Kenny,

but would someone tell him to shut up?

Now then,

he was killed with a handgun

that Deverson himself signed out of the garrison armoury.

So who would want him dead?

Wife, Laura.

Motive?

Him never being around.

So why kill him when he finally comes back?

Playing away from home as well as working.

He was clutching her photo when he died.

No, she seemed genuinely distraught.

Plus her mother confirmed she was at home that night.

What about members of his team?

Vince Grafton.

He's infantry escort.

Dev's body guard when he was the defusing.

Lance Corporal Kevin O'Connor, fusilier.

Point man to the team.

Nickname, Budgie.

Both of them had a skin full that night.

Grafton claims they came back around midnight,

said their goodbyes,

he went back to his block.

Budgie doesn't remember a thing.

Well, the traces of vomit

tell us there was someone in the house with him that night.

Did you get forensics to crosscheck with their samples.

Aye, they said they'd try their best boss,

but apparently there's a variety of DNAs in vomit.

Depends on what you put in.

Thanks for that.

Did either of you get any sense that

any of them held any grudges against him?

All of the soldiers I spoke to yesterday

seemed to respect him, look up to him even.

Vince, I don't know whether it's just soldiers code,

keep it in the family sort of thing, but Vince did say

that Dev could be a mean bastard sometimes.

Meaning?

He clammed up after that. Said he meant nothing by it.

They were all under stress out there.

You check Deverson's military record?

Yeah, it's exemplary.

Does it say what he got the military cross for?

Heroism under enemy fire.

His team were lured into a trap

and his second in command, Oliver Barton, triggered an IED.

It was pressure released, he was blown up.

Dev had to defend his team from the Taliban,

extract his comrades body and his men

without further casualties.

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

CO at Otterford.

Brave man.

Did any of the team mentioned this Oliver Barton?

No.

Do you know him, Shep?

No, I'm only in the post a few months.

Alright, Kenny,

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

Shep, I want background on this Oliver Barton.

I want the log book from the front gate,

CCTV tapes from the night before last,

I want a list of everyone who went in

or came out of the barracks.

Joe, was there any mention of next of kin for this Barton?

Yeah there is.

Alright, I want someone to go talk to them.

-I'll go, ma'am. -Good.

Where are they?

The Cadvar Estates.

He's the estate manager there.

-What, the Cadvar? -Yeah.

Do you know it?

Years back.

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

Sorry, pet.

-Ma'am. -Oh, thanks.

Kenny, Deverson's laptop.

Emails.

See if there was anything going on in Afghanistan,

bullying, that sort of thing.

And see if he was carrying on like you suggest.

Eh, password?

Now that's what the detective part

of Detective Constable means, Kenny.

Significant dates, kids names, anything at all.

Come on, we've got work to do.

[engine buzzing]

Keith and Diana Barton.

He's a former Sergeant Major

in the Royal Ordinance Fusiliers.

He retired from the regiment 15 years ago.

Now he runs shooting parties on the estate.

So how is it you know this place again?

Was it a couple of balls here when you were a lass?

[chuckling] My dad.

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

Must be this Barton.

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

he'd call me dad,

hope he'd come and take the eggs and the young

if there were any.

Why did he want to get rid of them?

Birds of prey pick off the chicks

they breed for the shoot.

Old bugger made me turn a blind eye.

[dogs barking]

Up you get, up!

Good girls.

-Mr. Barton. -A moment.

Ranking in the woods before tomorrow's shoot,

stop the birds straying.

DCI Vera Stanhope.

Stanhope.

-Anything to -- -Daughter.

Ah, so the poacher's girl's a gamekeeper.

Better watch what I say.

Actually, we're here to talk about Oliver, your son.

Have you got a minute?

[Keith] The day he got his tapes at Otterford.

[Joe] Thank you Mrs. Barton, you shouldn't have.

[Diana] It's Diana, please, it's nothing.

You served with the Royal Ordinance Fusiliers too,

eh Mr. Barton?

Out of Otterford?

I did my time.

He's being modest.

Rose to Sergeant Major didn't you, sir?

Thanks.

And you still retain links with the regiment?

Cut off my leg and you'd see

Royal Ordinance Fusiliers written right through me.

So you would have been at the dinner

the night before last?

Oh, we wouldn't miss it.

It was our chance to, you know, remember Ollie.

Oh, you've sacrificed more than most.

Yes.

Yes, we have.

Did you come straight home after?

We went to Dominic's for a nightcap.

Why?

Dominic?

Lieutenant Colonel Chapel.

I was his Platoon Sergeant on his first tour.

He was fresh out of sanders.

I thought you wanted to talk about Ollie?

I'm afraid I have to tell you that yesterday,

the body of your son's immediate superior, James Deverson,

was found at the barracks.

Well, as I said, I am, we are close to Dominic.

He called me yesterday.

Deverson was Ollie's colleague after all.

Yeah, which is why I want to talk to you

about Ollie's death.

It's a needless bloody waste.

Keith, please.

He did stand on an IED didn't he, Mr. Barton?

and then Deverson extracted his body and the team.

That's what they gave him the MC for wasn't it?

You don't think that is what happened?

How can we know what happened?

Now Deverson's dead too.

What more can we tell you?

We weren't there were we?

No, I understand that.

And I'm sorry to have brought that all back to you.

It's not like it ever goes away.

I'll see you out.

Thanks.

So it's a big shoot?

Two days.

-Your guns? -Estate's.

Don't worry, they're all registered and licenced.

Just giving them the once over before tomorrow.

It must be big business, these shoots.

Well, it helps maintain the place,

keep some of us employed.

This one's private for His Lordship and his friends.

I better get those dogs out there

so there's still some birds to shoot at.

Make sure there's still enough game for them

to all feel like the last of the great white hunters.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

-Bye. -Thanks, Mr. Barton.

So how come you know so much about the army?

I used to love everything to do with the army

when I was a kid.

It seemed like a way out.

Oh, why didn't you choose that as a career?

Celine.

Imagine her letting me go to Afghanistan

six months at a time.

Their loss.

Now get Shep to check their alibis with Chapel.

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

[tyres rattling]

Is the Provo about?

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

Great.

[ominous orchestral music]

Laura 2000, Dev's email.

He married Laura in 2000.

Hey, you're not just a pretty face then, Kenny.

What does it tell us?

Well, that's the problem.

Mainly spam, fishing scams.

He didn't seem to use it much though.

Or the emails, that is.

Hey, don't think I can get all lads mad

just cause Holly is no longer here.

Is there nothing to his wife even?

EOD, boss.

Explosive ordinance?

No, no, everyone's divorced.

It's an army joke Shep told us.

Oh, telling each other jokes now are we?

Just because he's not emailing his misses,

doesn't mean they're getting a divorce.

It's not like he's emailing anybody else.

Well maybe he didn't have high speed broadband.

You better check,

See if there's any sign of divorce proceedings.

Solicitors, banks, that sort of thing.

Boss,

turns out there were traces of blood in that vomit,

from an ulcer.

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

[intense orchestral music]

Budgie!

You need to put that beer down, Budgie.

Come with me.

[intense orchestral music]

Do you understand why you're here, Kevin?

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

Okay.

Budgie.

How do you come by a name like that?

Dev said I was like a canary down a mine

when my mouse started tweeting.

-Your what? -Mouse.

Metal detector.

Oh, so you went out in front did you?

Looking for IEDs?

So why didn't he call you canary?

Because I'm a Fusilier.

They named the budgies because of our dress hat.

Typical British army, Dev said,

always messing up on equipment.

They sent me a budgie instead of a canary.

Have an ulcer, Budgie?

You told me Sergeant here

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

but we found formate with traces of blood,

your blood, at Dev's house.

So do you remember going back to Dev's?

What were you doing there?

I asked, Budgie, what you were doing there.

I want to confess to the murder of

Staff Sergeant James Deverson, ma'am.

After the dinner we went out on the piss,

drinking all day,

been like that since Afghan.

Need to knock myself out.

But after them fireworks, my legs went from under me.

And then what?

And then Dev took me home.

His home?

Gave me some tabs to help me sleep.

He had trouble in all himself like that.

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

And the next thing I know,

I'm coming to and I'm staring at Dev

and he's shot through the head

and I know it's me that's done it.

But it looked like suicide.

You knew he had a gun.

Some lines like to bring mementos back from Afghan.

His gun was army issue, Budgie.

I mean they have kit, their own kit.

What about the silencer?

What do you want from me?!

I did it!

I shot him!

I took his gone and I shot him.

You don't think I'm capable?

And then I made it look like suicide,

just like you said,

and then I scampered on to big block.

Dev rated you.

You did two tours together.

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

Sometimes I messed up.

That why you killed him?

We wouldn't have all got through without Dev.

But you didn't all get through, did you Budgie?

Ollie didn't make it.

Now, we're just trying to understand why you killed him.

I mean, you talk like he was a second father to you.

Was it because he was leaving the army?

Leaving you?

You take his medal, his military cross?

-No. -Not even as a memento?

No, I didn't mind his leaving, okay?

What about Ollie?

What about Ollie's death?

Did you blame Dev for that?

No.

No, that was my fault.

It was me that got him killed.

[metal detector beeping]

[IED beeping]

[explosion booms]

Ollie!

Ollie!

Dev was a hero.

Got us and Ollie's body out of there.

Ollie!

I didn't spot them other IEDs.

I told them that the bathroom was clear.

[intense orchestral music]

Ma'am, Chapel's confirmed,

the Bartons were with him till about 1:45 AM.

All right Kenny, has Billy confirmed time of death?

Between 1:00 and 2:00 AM, ma'am.

And I checked CCTV,

the Barton's car left barracks at 1:48 AM.

What about Chapel himself?

He's the commanding officer, ma'am.

Well, no one's above suspicion, Shep.

But I thought we had our man anyway?

Found at the crime scene, Valium, 10 grade.

There was enough Valium in the vomit to knock out a horse,

and as you know, Dev was long dead before Dawn.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking whatever Budgie's done,

or thinks he's done,

he didn't do this.

This didn't happen in some drunken brawl.

-This was a clinical job. -[phone rings]

You can take that,

I'm going to discharge him.

Ashworth.

Ma'am, it's Keith Barton downstairs.

I asked him to pop by with Ollie's laptop,

just in case there was anything on it, you know?

Bullying, troubles, like you said.

Now that's what I like to see,

a bit of initiative.

Tell him I'll be downstairs in a sec.

-[door creaks] -[drills rattling]

The enemy are on us!

Go on Budgie, get in there and help him,

he's one of ours!

Took Ollie out.

I don't know what happened, boss.

Cleared them, I cleared the IEDs, I'm telling you!

Come on Budgie, man up!

Can't move, Ollie's out there, man!

Ollie's out there!

Let go of me.

Please, please, please.

[drills rattling]

It's not gunfire, Budgie.

No.

It's just drilling.

Is it loud noises?

I know.

Like drilling.

Bring it all back for you.

Is it?

The fireworks?

Is that what happened that night, Budgie?

The fireworks.

You didn't want to be on your own or maybe,

maybe Dev thought you shouldn't be on your own.

So he took you back to his place instead.

But some time in the night you woke up

and that's when you saw him, didn't you Budgie?

And you thought you'd done it.

Budgie, he'd been dead for hours.

[door crashes]

Get down, Budgie!

Get down, now!

Easy.

Okay, Budgie.

Okay.

But I saw myself do it.

You didn't kill him, Budgie.

I can still see him lying there in the sand.

His limbs like a jigsaw I can't put back together.

Who?

You mean Dev?

Or Ollie?

The dead don't leave you.

[office chattering]

What are you looking at?

Go get me a large drink and a psychiatrist.

At last, the cry for help.

I'll make you a wee cup of tea.

I know it would've been Dev's Last Will and Testament

that we get absolutely hammered in his memory.

Okay.

-To Dev. -To Dev.

Sandancer legend.

Don't they give these lads any kind of help

after all they've been through?

There are counsellors available

but soldiers have to know they have a problem

to consult them.

And if they do,

it's still seen as a sign of weakness by some.

I'll make some calls tonight.

Thanks for the lift.

You don't wanna overdo the exercise.

Joking, I still got 10k to run when I get home.

What, are you being punished for something?

Ironman Challenge.

Cannot let the RMPs down.

Show the grunts what us monkeys can do.

That's what they call us.

[pub chattering]

Where's Budgie?

Off with the pods.

Sent him a text,

told him where we were.

[ominous orchestral music]

[phone rings]

[keys crash]

Joe.

Just to let you know,

Ollie's emails have been cleaned out.

His folders, his trashcan, everything.

And it wasn't done two months ago before he died,

it was done today.

Mum or Dad?

Well, his Dad he seemed fine about bringing it in.

Let's pay him another visit tomorrow

and Laura Deverson.

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

-Night. -Right, goodnight.

[phone beeps]

[ominous orchestral music]

[pedestrians chattering]

Where we going lads?

Right, I'll see you losers later.

Where you off?

Grafton, where you off to?

[intense orchestral music]

[binders slam]

[ominous orchestral music]

[door lock clicks]

[door creaks]

[dissonant music rings]

[intense orchestral music]

[feet pattering]

How does it compare?

Different angle than the first.

Awkward.

Enter jaw here, exited scull here.

Might also have been awake when it happened.

Gun?

Silencer.

It's just like the other one.

It's not army though, not British army anyway.

Russian, maybe.

Little memento from Afghanistan.

Isn't that what he said?

Oh well, see what there are in the way of prints.

-Note? -No.

So what are we saying?

-Same killer? -Or a copycat.

Apart from the angle of shot,

but crouching down could explain that.

Any sign of a break in?

None I can see.

[door squeaks]

Who found him?

Vincent Grafton.

Thought maybe I better check on him.

Was the door locked or unlocked?

Open.

Why did you think you needed to check on him?

I thought maybe he bugged out or --

Oh what? Killed himself?

He was a soldier and a good soldier,

he wouldn't have done that.

I was just checking he wasn't ill or something.

What did you do last night?

I was out drinking to Dev.

After?

Came back here, went to bed.

Ma'am.

Why was he in uniform?

We would've gone down.

Must've had still last minute stag.

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

Right, and the CO wishes to speak to you, ma'am.

Is it okay?

Thanks.

This latest death is terrible

for the barracks,

for the regiment,

as well as being a tragedy in itself.

And I can't help but think that it might've been prevented.

If you had not gone around chasing phantom murderers,

then perhaps Corporal O'Connor

might not have taken his life in the same way.

We believe somebody killed these men and might kill more,

and I might be able to get to the heart of the matter

if you and your men showed a little more cooperation.

I am sorry.

I don't understand Chief Inspector.

Hasn't Captain Shepherd been of assistance?

Captain Shepherd's been a great help.

No, I believe that's something happened in Afghanistan,

something that links the deaths of these two soldiers,

but nobody's prepared to talk about it.

And what do you suppose that something is.

Oliver Barton.

I've written a full report.

I've seen it in Deverson's file.

Then you will know what occurred.

I spoke to Keith Barton

and he was reluctant to endorse the official version

so I did a little bit of reading up

on military procedure last night

and I discovered it was Deverson's job

to ensure that the incident site is safe.

Chief Inspector,

I do not believe that you have the authority --

Did Deverson follow procedure?

Maybe not to the letter, but --

So he could be seen to be responsible.

Barton was Deverson's number two.

Now, even if he technically should not have been the one

to secure the ground,

he had the skill set to do so.

So it is only in the letter of the law

that Keith Barton and his family might have a case.

What sort of a case?

They were pursuing the matter?

I cannot speak for them.

On the night that James Deverson was killed,

you invited the Bartons back to your house for drinks

to talk about Ollie?

Amongst other things.

They wanted you to push for an inquiry.

And you told them no.

What time they leave?

As I told Captain Shepherd, approximately 1:45 AM.

Shep, you stay here, take statements.

Dev's team, what's left of them.

Anyone who saw Budgie last night.

And guns.

You've got to find all these personal arsenals

before anyone else gets hurt.

[engine roars]

[intense orchestral music]

[door knocks]

[door creaks]

Are Keith or Diana home?

No, Dad's with the shoot

and Mom's with the cash and carry.

Can I help?

[Vera] Peas in a pod.

[Barton] Terrible twins,

Mum was used to call me and Ollie.

And you were the Royal Ordinance Fusiliers too?

Medical Corp but I'm based Otterford.

Still completing my training at Newcastle City hospital.

But then you're gonna Afghanistan will you?

If I'm needed.

It's sad to say, but theatre box is one of the best places

to learn new theatre skills.

What was it you wanted?

Could we have a look at Ollie's room?

See if we can get some idea?

I mean, he still had a room here?

Yeah.

But why?

Well, we're looking at your brother's death

and trying to find out

exactly what happened in Afghanistan.

[feet thumping]

We're very differently, me and Oll.

Bury myself in some science books

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

radio circuit board.

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

He'd risen up through the ranks,

he wanted his sons to be able to go further than him.

That's perfectly natural.

But Ollie knew what he wanted.

He didn't want to be ordering men to do things,

be in there,

getting his hands dirty,

doing them himself.

He signed up as a private after school.

Ollie had just been selected

for his final training to become an ATO.

So he'd have then being qualified to do Dev's job.

Deverson insisted that he'd only go back out

if Ollie was his number two.

-Or what? -He'd quit.

But Ollie could have said no, right?

Dev would've made sure

that was him finished in ordinance disposal.

Deverson must've thought highly of him all the same.

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

What do you think happened in Hellmont, Alex?

Your parents think that Ollie's death

might have been preventable, Alex.

They think there might be grounds for an inquiry.

So why don't you tell us what you think happened out there

and maybe we can help?

Deverson diffused an IED.

They did the controlled explosion,

but then he sent Ollie in to give the all clear.

That's Deverson's job as officer in charge

to give the all clear.

But how would Deverson know there were more IEDs?

Well he'd been up to the incident site.

He'd have seen the lay of the land.

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

You think he wanted Ollie killed?

I'm not saying that.

And now that Deverson's dead, we'll never know.

Were you here the night Deverson was killed?

Anyone vouch for you?

Yeah.

No.

My parents were here earlier in the evening

before the dinner.

What about last night?

I was on duty at the hospital.

And your parents, where were they?

They were up at the main house.

There was a dinner for the first day of the shoot.

Ollie's laptop that your father brought into us yesterday,

the emails had been wiped.

Know anything about that, Alex?

You've got to help us here.

It was nothing to do with Afghanistan,

it was just girlfriend stuff.

Private, that's all.

He's dead.

Is he not entitled to his dignity?

[engine hums]

No, that's great.

Thanks, Kenny.

Counsel house confirmed the Bartons were there last night.

Alex Barton?

The hospital says he was on night shift.

-Laura Deverson? -At home.

Anything from divorce proceedings?

Kenny says no sign.

And the good news?

The prints on the gun, Vincent Grafton.

You might be interested in this then.

I did a search of the lines looking for illegal firearms.

Well, where did you come across a collection like this?

You'd be surprised what 28 dollars will get you.

A suit can badger a sand gun.

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

I have.

They said he left them down the keyside around midnight,

but look at this.

From the log book at the front gate.

Right then Vince, I think you better come with us.

-You arresting me? -Can do if you like?

Unless you've got licences for your little arsenal?

[intense orchestral music]

So you're out on the lash on Dean Street last night?

Had a few babies.

Well, you signed back in at 11:30 PM.

Did you get back at 11:30?

If that's what it says.

Oh, only the name before yours gets back at 12:20 AM.

[intense orchestral music]

Your colleague said they left you down at the keyside.

You with anyone?

Maybe I got lucky.

Hmm, a woman?

She have a name?

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

I like them

lots,

just don't wanna get too close to them.

They mess you up when you're a soldier.

Like Ollie?

I don't know you're talking about.

He had girlfriend problems, didn't he?

Yeah, he had some problems with his bird before the,

before the last tour.

So?

It's pretty common in our line.

What's her name, Ollie's girlfriend?

She have one?

I'm sure she did but I didn't know her, did I?

Listen Vince, Budgie was killed

with a weapon you smuggled back from Afghanistan.

Your prints are all over it

so I suggest you start telling us --

So what if Budgie was shot with my gun?

Doesn't mean I did it.

He knew I had them guns.

Lots of the guys did.

Where were you last night?

I was with someone, wasn't I?

You stop off at a hotel or a BNB?

I was down in the front, didn't get back til dawn.

My mate Kez was on stag at the front gate that morning,

ask him.

[chair thumps]

Kenny, I'm gonna check something.

Watch her back, will you?

Yeah, sure.

What happened in Afghanistan the day Oliver Barton died?

Listen Vince,

I'm not interested in the rights or wrongs

of what goes on out there,

but I believe that the death of Budgie and of Deverson

have something to do with it.

Dev changed the last tour.

He was still the best at his job and all,

you could put your house on him to get you through.

Outside, he didn't join in.

No banter.

Distant.

Especially with Ollie.

Do you blame Deverson for Ollie's death?

Or did you blame Budgie?

[intense orchestral music]

The century admits he entered the wrong time in the log.

Said it was well after dawn when he got back.

Yeah, can we trust that?

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

Get Shep to check the CCTV.

You still think he did it?

Where are you off to?

Evening shift will be starting.

You can knock off when you've done that.

[ominous orchestral music]

[brakes screech]

[ominous orchestral music]

[birds chirping]

Stupid.

[phone ringing]

Have you got a moment?

Yup, yup.

Right, Budgie's death,

forget about Deverson's for the minute.

What did the forensics tell us?

Yeah, angle of shot suggests he was awake.

Right.

[Billy] Teeth weren't broken or burned like Dev's.

Right, what else?

Which means this mouse was open for the gun.

Yeah, sorry.

No sign of a struggle either.

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

I'd have said he took his own life.

Here's me feeling so smug.

Because Deverson's death

looked too like a suicide to be a suicide,

I've only gone and assumed Budgie's was the same

because it looks so much like Devs.

Budgie wanted us to arrest him to save him from himself.

Thanks, Billy.

[phone beeps]

[intense orchestral music]

So let's proceed on the assumption that

Budgie's death was not murder,

though that doesn't rule out a connection.

All these lads were members of the same unit,

close colleagues of Oliver Barton,

whose death, they all witnessed.

Ma'am, computer forensics have recovered

Oliver Barton's deleted emails.

We might have our connection.

[brakes screech]

I'll see you in a minute.

What, you're not coming?

No, you go and charm her first.

I'm sorry that he killed himself,

but I didn't know him that well.

Dev didn't talk much about the others?

He said he had a private self and a soldier self.

He thought he could switch one off and the other on.

And when he was on tour?

No demands from us on his private self

so he could be all soldier.

[intense orchestral music]

It must be difficult

being away from each other for such a long period of time.

Him not writing much.

You go into his email account?

He did still care about you, Laura.

He was holding this picture when he died.

So much of my married life, I've been alone.

While Jim was off saving the world,

I was stuck in his house and his barracks,

playing father and mother to his kids.

And the funny thing is,

I don't even understand what we're doing there.

Afghanistan, it's their country.

They want to live like that.

Killing and murdering, maiming.

So why do we have to go and sort it out for them?

Why does my husband have to go and sort it out for them?

You did get close to Ollie Barton, didn't you?

Yeah, he knew what it was like for me.

And then it became something else.

Now, why didn't you tell us this before Laura?

Because it wasn't like that for me at least.

Well, you can't understand how trapped,

how penned in on every side I was, I am.

I still am.

Between children and the army and Dev and

expectation.

And when Dev found out, what did he do?

He went around to Ollie's and threatened him,

threatened to kill him.

He had a gun,

he kept a gun in the house and they got into a fight.

The RMPs had to come and sort it out.

They said they were putting him on a warning.

It's not in the file.

He was their star turn, clearing mines, saving lives,

winning medals.

But then again, maybe Jim just sorted it himself.

Like he sorted it for all the wives

to have nothing to do with me after,

like he sorted it for Ollie.

You think he knowingly put Ollie's life in danger?

I don't know what to think.

I just know that Jim insisted Ollie went on that tour.

Hm. [chuckles]

The little red hatchback,

that's your car, is it pet?

Yeah.

Only I was talking to your neighbour, Mrs. Preston.

She's very observant.

She said your car was gone until the early hours

the night your husband was killed.

I went out, yeah.

Now that's different than what you told us before.

I was with Alex.

Alex Barton, Ollie's brother?

He found out about me and Ollie from Ollie's emails and

he wanted to ask me if the family could use them as evidence

for an inquiry into Ollie's death.

Evidence that your husband had a motive to harm Ollie.

And what did you tell them?

How could I look my kids in the eye?

Turning against their father?

I couldn't do that.

I couldn't do what they were asking me.

They?

Alex and Ollie's parents were there for a bit

and then they went to dinner.

And you stayed with Alex?

We were just drinking wine and remembering Ollie

and I drank too much so Alex drove me home.

-In his car? -In mine.

-What time was that? -Midnight, just after.

Then what?

He got a cab and went home.

[ominous orchestral music]

So?

Why would Alex clear his brother's emails

when he wanted Laura to go public with them?

Because she said no?

Because Dev was dead.

It only embarrasses her.

What and he didn't want to embarrass her?

Deverson put Ollie in danger in Afghanistan,

getting him back for sleeping with his misses.

Ollie dies.

His soldiers support his story because --

Because Ollie had broken trust.

It's code of honour.

Or maybe they don't all agree.

Vince Grafton thinks Dev could be a mean bastard.

Maybe he thinks that Dev would put him in danger.

Then Vince Khan hack it when Dev gets his military cross

knowing what's gone on.

Or maybe he's paying them back for endangering them

with their private squabbles.

Thinks women are trouble, doesn't he?

[waves whooshing]

You showed Laura this photo?

[Joe] Mmhm.

Did you tell her where we found it?

[Joe] Yeah.

How'd she take it?

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

Deverson was a estranged from his wife.

She'd had an affair with one of his mates.

Yet the night he dies,

he falls asleep clutching her picture?

He still loves her.

Or maybe the killer put it there.

And where does the killer get it?

The wall?

Not the sort of picture you put on a wall, Joe.

You can leave that.

Not the same without something to dunk anyway.

[door pounding]

[door pounding]

Ma'am.

[Diana] Come on.

Chief Inspector.

No one in?

No, Alex is up at the hospital

and Keith's away with the shoot.

He won't be back till after dark.

Alex said you called yesterday as well.

Well, we're still trying to piece together

exactly what happened to your son in Afghanistan.

Does that mean that might be an inquiry after all?

Oh, well it's not for me to decide, pet.

But if we could uncover further evidence.

Can we talk?

It's very beautiful here, isn't it?

Is it?

Yeah, I suppose it is.

I suppose I should count myself lucky

to live in such a place,

but I don't feel lucky.

I feel like I've given my whole life

in the service of this country.

First, trailing after Keith with the boys

while he's posted to Germany and Ireland

and God knows where.

And then when we finally come home and make a home,

a real home,

my own little boy ...

You know when I hear some boy's won a medal,

I think about his wife and his mother.

I think of all the tears that have been shed

in the winning of that medal.

Were you upset that Laura Deverson

wouldn't allow you to use her affair with your son

as evidence to push for an inquiry?

No, I wasn't.

I don't condone her actions,

but I just thought it was unfair to ask her.

She's a soldier's wife.

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

And I expect she's suffered greatly.

But your husband and Alex?

Keith wanted to go ahead and make it public anyway and,

Alex, I don't know.

By the time I saw him the next day, James Deverson was dead.

Did your husband discuss an inquiry with Dominic Chapel

at his house After the dinner?

-Yeah, they talked, yeah. -And?

And Dominic said he couldn't help us.

Mrs. Barton,

Diana,

I don't suppose you have a hair brush of Ollie's

or a lock of hair?

For DNA.

No, I'm afraid I didn't keep a lock of hair.

Anything at all that might have traces.

His army kit, perhaps.

No, I washed and mended his uniform.

I'm sorry, pet.

What about his teeth?

Excuse me?

His baby teeth.

Do you still have them?

[intense orchestral music]

Thanks, Mrs. Barton.

Right, I'm taking you straight to the lab.

Get them to crosscheck those teeth

with the blood on the original of this.

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

Where you going?

Shep.

See if Laura Deverson's story's true

about Dev threatening Ollie with a gun.

And if so, why any report of it

has been removed from the file.

The keeping of soldiers records is not my responsibility,

Chief Inspector.

Captain Shepherd has found

you made special pleadings to her predecessor

not to have the charge of a fray added to Dev's records.

It was a personal conflict, out of character,

no reflection on his soldiery.

Plus, it would have reflected badly

on the regiment

and there'd be no chance of him winning any honours,

let alone the military cross after that.

I did not think it was relevant to your investigation.

It is not for you to decide what is

or is not relevant to my investigation.

Now, is there anything else you have withheld?

Chief Inspector, you are meant to be investigating

the death of these two men.

Instead you seem intent on questioning

military operation and procedure,

which lie beyond the range

of your jurisdiction or competence.

You're in no position to question my competence.

Captain Shepherd,

I must ask you to resume charge of this investigation.

As I should have insisted from the outset.

Now, if you don't mind.

I'm afraid I cannot comply with this request, sir.

It is not a request, Captain.

Sir, you have no procedural authority over RMP.

No, but you do have authority over this investigation.

Under the Provost Marshall's ruling of 2009

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

the civilian police will take the lead.

Sir.

[intense orchestral music]

Hey Shep,

I hope that hasn't ruined your chances of promotion.

Well, likes the ID we're independent of the powers that be.

At least that's the theory.

We've got our match.

Two different blood traces on the photo,

Dev's and Ollie Barton's.

And I confirmed with Laura that she gave the photo

to Ollie before he went to Afghanistan.

Ollie had it on him when he died.

That's the motive.

Revenge for the death of Oliver Barton in Hellmont.

Now, the killer planted the photo on Deverson

as a sign to thinking

that since Laura's his wife,

no one but them's going to see it as such.

Who had access to Ollie's personal effects?

They would've been returned to his family.

Let's pay a little visit to the hospital.

[ominous orchestral music]

We talked about Ollie mainly and family.

Around midnight, I drove her in her car back to her place.

And then I got a cab home.

So you left your house with Laura Deverson at midnight,

arrived at her house at 1:00 AM.

What time you get home, Alex?

Around 2:30?

Take a detour?

Stop by the barracks, settle an old score?

No.

What then?

I was waiting for the cab.

What'd you do while you were waiting?

-Talked. -Talked?

-Where? -Laura's car.

What about.

Ollie.

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

-Nothing else? -It's difficult.

It's complicated.

That be holding a torch for big brother's girlfriend.

No?

It wasn't to protect on his privacy you wiped his emails.

It was the cover their affair and your tracks.

I don't have to say anything do I

without a lawyer present?

Haven't arrested you yet.

Would you prefer that?

-Joe? -Okay.

Okay.

It's because I could see the whole thing

had caused her so much pain.

And after that night,

after hearing her side,

I thought my dad should just give up looking for an inquiry.

It was your dad pushing for the inquiry, was it?

And me.

But I was doing it for him.

After that night, I thought it just prolongs the pain.

I told him before he left for the dinner

and then when I heard that Deverson was dead,

well it just seemed cruel to drag her all through it again.

What about the photo of Laura?

What photo?

The one with Ollie's things from Afghanistan.

Never seen it.

Well, it would have been sent to his next of kin.

I'm not his next of kin.

I don't care how long it takes,

I want every little detail, Joe.

And don't take any slapper from him.

You're gonna be alright on your own?

[intense orchestral music]

[phone rings]

Kenny says that the cab company confirmed

that a passenger was picked up

outside Laura Deverson's at 1:30 AM

and that they dropped off at the Cadvar Estate

around 2:30 AM,

so that there's no way that he had time to take a detour

around the Otterford barracks at that time.

And Shep's checked,

there's no record of Alex Barton

entering or leaving the camp afoot that night?

No, none.

What about Chapel?

There's still no sign.

Well, give him a calling again.

I don't care if he's invading France.

If he's not with her in five minutes,

I'm gonna have him arrested for obstruction.

Chief Inspector?

Which way was the hunt headed, Mrs. Barton?

Out to Cadvar Woods, why?

Thanks, pet.

What's going on?

Mum?

[gravel grinding]

I was in a meeting with military officials,

Captain Shepherd.

What was it that couldn't wait?

The night that Deverson was murdered,

you invited the Barton's back to your house

after the dinner here at the hall?

More like Keith insisted.

He wanted to talk about his son.

And how far is your house?

20 minutes by foot, five minutes by car.

You drove?

You took them in your car?

Could you show us?

[ominous orchestral music]

[gravel grinding]

[brakes screech]

[gunfire pops]

You said they stayed until 1:45?

Yes.

Did they walk back from your house to the car park?

Diana was tired.

She was wearing heels.

Keith decided to go back for the car.

Would they pass by this way?

It's one way that could have come.

-[gunfire pops] -[dogs marking]

Is this the most direct way?

[Vera panting]

Keith Barton?

Mr. Barton?

How long was he gone?

Hard to say, 20 minutes?

Was it not more like half an hour or 40 minutes?

And that's why they were so late leaving?

You and Barton go back a long way, don't you?

He was Platoon Sergeant on your first tour, wasn't he?

I've committed no crime, Sergeant.

I was asked what time they left

and I have told you accurately.

[ominous orchestral music]

[Vera panting]

[phone rings]

Gibbet, where we hang the vermin.

Scares others off.

I know it's frowned on,

but nature doesn't operate by man's laws.

Your father would have understood that.

Put the gun down, Keith.

I'd have done anything for them, my boys.

Same as in the army.

The only way a unit survives is by standing together,

whatever it takes.

[Alex] Dad?

Now, it's all changed.

All hearts and minds.

Ollie and I disagreed on that.

He thought you could reason with the enemy,

make them see you're right.

Then he gave his heart to a woman

and look what he husband did.

He insisted on Ollie going on that second tour

so he could fix him.

So I fixed him.

Natural law.

Dad?!

Keith.

Don't, don't!

You think I'm gonna sit there and watch

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

Dad!

So you took it did you, Keith?

Dad, please.

You took his military cross?

I looked for it,

but I expect even he was ashamed to keep it.

It is not your fault Ollie died.

Please don't do this.

[gunfire booms]

They say it's just a flesh wound.

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

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

[melancholy choral music]

May God give you his comfort and his peace,

his light and his joy

in this world and the next.

And the blessing of God Almighty,

the father, the son and the Holy Spirit

be among you and remain with you always.

Amen.

[Mourners] Amen.

[melancholy choral music]

Vince.

Look, I know it doesn't compare,

what we do,

but what we are fighting for,

both of us in our own way,

it's for more than just our mates.

And though it's not always pretty,

we're both good at what we do.

So you let him off the weapons charge?

On condition he has his little mementos decommissioned.

So Shep, what's next to you?

Oh you know, 15k run,

see what's on my desk.

Glutton for punishment, you.

Still, if you're ever looking for something,

when you're done with your marching and your saluting,

or if your senior officers stand in your way,

you look us up.

[ominous orchestral music]

[engine roars]

[birds cawing]

Hey, the garden is transformed.

Had to be done.

That shrub got so overgrown,

kept banging on the window.

Kept thinking it was Heath Cliff coming to take me away.

So where's this stuff you want moving?

No bother job today, pet.

That was just a ploy to get you over here.

-Ta-da! -Look at that.

Lunch.

Return the compliment.

Well, that's lovely boss, but salad?

Yeah, I know.

End of the world.

Come on,

I'm feeling all d-mob happy.

As if I've made it through basic training.

That's it.

Come here.

[children shouting]

[Boy] Where is he?

[children chattering]

[dramatic orchestral music]

Come on, Jimmy.

[Children] Pow, pow, pow.

[intense orchestral music]