The Inspector Lynley Mysteries (2001–2008): Season 4, Episode 1 - In Divine Proportion - full transcript

Not good news.

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

There's another footprint.

- It's the best one yet.
- Cast it, check it with the others.

- Shouldn't we get the body to pathology?
- Where's the fire? She's not going anywhere.

Nothing leaves the scene
until Lynley has seen it.

Helen... er, it's me.

Inspector.

I was just gonna 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 have we got?

Bits and pieces.

They dragged you up here cos they thought
this was the same as the Tottenham case.

Yeah, supposedly.

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's been moved,
it doesn't feel the same to me.

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

- Burning the candle at both ends?
- Something like that.

Oi, Windy Miller, can I have
everyone off the crime scene, please?

- 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.
Garratt, one of Suffolk's finest.

Probably got his bicycle
parked round the corner.

Constable,
did you see anything unusual this morning?

This whole thing is unusual for round here, sir.

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

up to here.

We've also got a few boot prints in some spilled
sand up by the house. They're fresh, size 10.

Can we tell if their wearer
was carrying anything?

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

And she weighs... nine stone?
- Thereabouts.

Of course, if she was carried,
then there might be some fibres on her clothes.

So I put the egg in my mouth and I just suck?

Sorry, Paula. You're more than welcome
back in London any time.

Oh, 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 all right now?

Yeah. She's... She's fine.

- Hello, Barbara, how are you?
- Hello, Paula. Sir.

- Havers.
- I'm fine. You?

Well, one minute I'm giving a nice, gentle lecture
on the limited uses of vacuum metal deposition,

the next I'm watching a toad of sheep-worriers
contaminate my crime scene.

- Same as ever.
- Solving murders would be easier

if you took the police out of the equation.

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

Havers.

Sorry.

The victim is Samantha Walthew,
born Samantha Morgan,

aged 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 about six months ago,
to turn it into a fancy hotel.

- When was the body found?
- Just before seven o'clock this morning.

She was shot in the kitchen
and then 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.

These are pheasant breeding grounds.
Shooting starts soon, so there's rich pickings.

Charming.

- The killer didn't try to conceal the body?
- No.

Either he or she was disturbed while moving it
or they didn't care whether it was found or not.

- And the poacher?
- That's where we're going now.

Are you fighting fit?

Now 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 a letter yesterday
and 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 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.

Um... maybe a cruise.

Yep. Bingo, ballroom dancing
with people twice your age.

Maybe. It's my money.

Sorry. Yes.

But if you do want a financial adviser,
I can put you in touch with one.

There's some very good ways to invest,
you know.

Course I know who she was.

Doing up the old Priory so small London types
can spend the weekend gawping at locals.

Kidding themselves
they're getting back to nature.

- What time was this, Mr Harris?
- 7:00, thereabouts.

- What were you doing?
- Walking him. ls 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 who 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 if you have nothing better to do.

- Do you own a shotgun?
- Yes, I do.

And it's licensed. I've nothing to hide.

Good. Then I'll get someone to take it away
and we can examine it.

I'd better get it back.

Did you ever meet Samantha Walthew?

No. No interest in meeting her.

Know the son already. London type, wasn't she?

Thinks the countryside
is some quaint tourist attraction.

Come up here,

before you know it, the local boozer
has become a non-smoking wine bar.

- Where were you last night?
- Queen's Head till closing.

I come home, watched some rubbish on telly,
went to bed.

- Can anyone corroborate that?
- He can.

If you've got anyone that speaks dog.

We're investigating a murder, Mr Harris.

- I don't appreciate sarcasm.
- I don't appreciate being called "poacher".

And I don't like
having my private life poked around in.

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

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

Straight inside, sir.

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.

Do you know of anyone
who might have had a reason...

It was my wife.
I thought she was pan 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... it wasn't a major factor.

Are you going to find who did this?

We're 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...

I worked late at my office.

I must have got home about 10:00.

I think I went to bed around midnight.

You were alone at home?

Yes.

Did you talk to your wife last night, sir?

We speak...

We spoke several times a day.

Yes, she called me last night.

About what time?

Between 10:30, quarter to 11.

How did she seem, sir?

Stressed.

It 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've no idea. Just...

something in her voice.

To be honest, I knew better than to ask.

Sam would talk when she was ready to talk,
I learned that early on.

But... 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 by email.

It was sent anonymously to the local station
and seems to have been taken in the grounds.

Can you trace the sender?

No, it was sent from an internet caff in the town.

Uniform are there, checking to see
if anyone remembers anything

or if the sender was caught on CCTV.

But 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 that it was originally saved on,
we could match 'em up conclusively.

- Can I keep this?
- Of course.

Circulate copies. Let's find out who that man is.

So you've met my new geek.

It's um... tech specialist.

It's OK, Simon,
some of my best friends are geeks.

Can we do the walk-through, Paula?

Thanks.

Family snaps by the look of it.

This room is a gold mine.

Tell me something,
where was the husband last night?

He says he was in London.

- OK. Good.
- Why?

Without getting lurid,
there's a wealth of DNA on these sheets.

And even if there wasn't,
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 sill lifting prints.
We'll let you know if we get a match.

In the meantime...

Dog hairs?

Very good. Dog hairs.

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

but enough to come from the clothes of someone
who owns one or recently came into contact.

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

OK. So Samantha Walthew and her mystery
man finished 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
working lights. So it would have been dark.

- Any other footprints?
- Lots.

Builders have been coming in and out.
Hers are easy, cos she's barefoot.

We're trying to lift prints and match them
with all the workmen, but it's a bit of a mess.

- Doors, windows?
- Nothing has been forced or broken.

So then she comes into the kitchen.
Which is also dark.

And she moves across to here.

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

So there would have been some light coming
through this window, just enough to see by.

This area here is peppered with shot.

So presumably the shooter
was at... this son of angle.

And, what, two or three metres away?

We found a broken glass tumbler in the sink.

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

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

And a glass falls into the sink.

Why not just leave her here?

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

Why bother to take her outside
if you're not gonna clear up in here?

I'm just going to get some fresh air, sir.

You've been in the wars.

I overheard the message
you left for Helen this morning.

Yeah, we're not together at the moment.

And you don't want to talk about it?

She was in a car accident.

We lost our baby.

I heard.

Sorry.

She's... She's having a hard time coping with it
and she thinks she needs some time on her own.

Maybe she's right.

This is 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.

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.

They're going to contact the Morgans,
Samantha's parents,

and tell them what happened.

And the photo by the bedside, it's Kate Morgan,
Samantha's sister. She's three years younger.

- So, where is she?
- We're trying to trace her.

Don't you think it's odd that James Walthew
never mentioned her sister?

Perhaps they were estranged.

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

MANI Pull.

Bismarck!

It's all right, he's harmless.
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, could it?

I'm afraid not.
I understand you used to own Grant Priory?

Yeah, yeah, the place
has been in my family for 300 odd years.

And you recently sold it?

I'm bankrupt, Inspector. The trustees sold off
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.

A lot of people worried about
the gentrification of the countryside around here.

They thought that James and Samantha
were gonna turn the place 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 back then.

David and Liz Hughes run the Queen's Head.

But she never stayed in touch with anyone?

Sam always used to say
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 forensic team's time

matching the hairs from this dog
to the ones we found in Samantha's bedroom?

We'd been seeing each other for a few weeks.

Whenever she came up.

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

- Not during a murder investigation, you're not.
- Is there a better time?

The woman you're sleeping with is found dead.

You saw her last night?

I did. I went round there about 11:00.

- She was very much alive when I left.
- Which was when?

- Just before 1:00.
- And you saw her yesterday afternoon?

Not that I recall, no.

Why did you leave last night?
Why didn't you stay?

I never stayed. Not my choice.

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

She drew a line between sex and intimacy.

She'd sleep with you,
but she didn't want to wake up next to you.

Did her husband know about the affair?

I don't think so.

I'm gonna have someone come up
and take a formal statement from you.

And 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.

It 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 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 that I never really had
anything to lose. It's a strange feeling.

You 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.

36 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 Philip Turner arguing.

And yet he denies
he even saw her yesterday afternoon.

He does admit, though,
to having an affair with her.

He 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 he didn't love her?

The speech?

Nihilism in a Barbour and green Wellies.
Did you buy it?

No, not really.

No. But according to him,
there's a lot of bad feeling locally

about the Walthews buying the Priory.

I suppose that's something we should look into.

We must track down the missing sister.

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.
It's a bit convenient, isn't it?

He did say it sounded predictable.

Double bluff?

He's a gambler. He was 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.

Here. Good.

No.

I'll go down!

Havers!

Havers, 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 an English word.

It's probably not English.

Well, do an internet search or whatever.

It might turn up something.

Yeah, OK, let me know, yeah.

Bye.

First the photograph. Now this.

I think someone is trying to tell us something,
Havers.

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

There's an, for instance.

Property. Not that you 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
just sitting there in a building society.

OK, what would you recommend, sir?

Wines, Havers.
Certain wines increase enormously in value.

If you store them right,
you get a great return on your investment.

Sir, I think if I was gonna spend
£10,000 on booze, I'd wanna drink it.

Typical Verger!

- Calm down, Bob.
- What, me? What about him?

- He's vermin, just like his dad.
- Calm down.

- Give me that.
- Come on, then, come on.

- Get him outside.
- Come on, outside!

- Get out!
- What the hell's going on?

- Are you David Hughes?
- Aye.

I'm Detective Inspector Lynley.
I need to talk to you, after I 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, that one would be in hospital.

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

What's your name?

- He's Billy Verger.
- What the hell are you protecting him for?

- Because nobody else will.
- Quite right, too.

- Right, 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, aren't you, Billy?

- 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 gonna make it my business, understood?

I think they've just had a few too many, sir.
I'll take care of it for you.

Our paths had better not cross again, Mr Harris.

I'll leave it in your hands, Constable.

Havers.

Wait here.

- Do I need to worry about this?
- I don't know, sir. I'm not getting very far.

- What's his name?
- Verger. Billy Verger.

- All right. Can I leave you to it?
- Yeah.

- As quick as you can. I need you back in there.
- OK.

Everything all right, Inspector?
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 son' of petered out.

You know, when she went off to university.

These long-distance things
don't stand much of a chance.

But you were presumably reacquainted when
she and her husband bought the Grant Priory?

Well, I saw her round the place,
but we didn't really talk.

Is that a bit strange
if you were so close beforehand?

You didn't know Sam, Inspector.

I've never known anyone who could slam
the door on the past like she could.

This Sam, is it?

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

You know, how they have to keep
moving forward, else they'll die.

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

Except Amanda. Amanda Gibson.
They had some sort of contact, cos 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.

What were Bob Harris
and Billy Verger fighting about?

Well, they don't like Billy.

- Who doesn't?
- This place. The village.

Do you blame 'em?
Like father, like son, that's why.

- What does that mean?
- It's just a figure of speech.

No, it was quite specific.

It's Ron Verger, Inspector. He was
the scourge of this place once upon a time.

- And Billy looks to be following in his footsteps.
- That's not fair.

He's out from different cloth, that one.
He is a clever lad.

- Where's Ron Verger now?
- 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 this Ron Verger.
Find out where on earth he's got to.

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, 11?
- Nine.

And you never heard from him?

My dad's not around any more.

Do you want to 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 were you waiting for us?

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

Billy.

Down here somewhere.

Here.

Sorry.

Thanks.

You coped really well today.

Thanks.

It's not very grand, is it?

I know you've come into some money,
but we can't all 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.

So what is it that everybody knows?

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

- Oh, good, where is she?
- Here.

Here?

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?

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 all happened about three months
before Samantha went off to university

and the parents emigrated to Australia.

Good work, Havers.

Now we need to find out more
about Ron Verger.

Oh, 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 is Samantha's postmortem?

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, sir?

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.

They're 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.

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.

I suppose David Hughes must have
got back in touch at just 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 must say,
I really don't see how that's relevant now.

- Why did she commit suicide, sir?
- I'm afraid I have no idea.

Did you have any other questions
you wanted to ask me?

No. Thank you.

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

He seems very tolerant of his wife's infidelities,
doesn't he?

I suppose that's how much he loved her.

Right, they've got something for us
back at the station.

I'll see you there.

- I'll go and talk to David Hughes about these.
- OK.

When she went away to university,
I was devastated.

18 years old, you're gutted
when any relationship breaks down, but...

this was more than that.

Why?

It 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, move on.

I 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, not into any of that.

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

Did you envy her for that?

Yeah. It made her irresistible.

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

Out there in the world,
you can choose your friends.

In a place like this, Inspector,
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.

I saw them together.

I 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.

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 won'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 that Bob Harris's
shotgun was fired in the last few days,

and it matches cartridges
found at the edge of the estate.

Right.

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

Oh.

Ron Verger.

- When did he disappear?
- 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 doesn't know about it.

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?
Because I want to shoot somebody.

- What's happened?
- That useless yokel plod,

- who was stomping about the crime scene.
- Garratt?

I've just had a call from the lab.

- Our size-10 suspect.
- Oh, no.

That is the boot print 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, wasn't he?

Yeah. Bob Harris called him
when he discovered the body.

I don't believe it.

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

Have you spoken to Helen?

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

- Mr Harris.
- Make yourselves at home.

We have some interesting news
concerning your gun.

Solved the Kennedy assassination, have you?

We've had forensic tests done on your gun.

And we found some unhardened residue
on the barrel,

indicating it had been fired in the last few days.

The miracles of modern science.
What are you trying to prove?

Are you saying it hasn't been fired?

I shot some rabbits who'd been playing havoc
in my vegetable patch.

- Where are they?
- We ate them.

- We?
- Me and him.

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

- You know that, don't you?
- It's not my gun.

We found some cartridges elsewhere on
the Grant Priory estate that do match your gun.

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

You two have got me down
as a proper villain, ain't you?

You hardly look like
a pillar of the community, do you?

Is that how you do your detective work,
Inspector? Judge a man on his appearance?

I might not be a conventional son of a bloke.
I eat alone and I drink alone.

That doesn't mean I'll go
sneaking around at night killing some girl.

Do you resent people
who lead conventional lives?

I chose this life. What I feel
about people in the village is my business.

When you do find the cartridge that killed her,
you can try and match it to my gun.

But if the killer had any sense,
he'll make damn sure you don't find it.

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.

It must have been something quite trivial
or I'd recall.

Do you have 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.
- Having an affair with a very beautiful woman,

she won't let you stay the night,
she won't leave her husband for you...

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

- Who else in the village 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 is 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.

Well, that doesn't mean he's not a criminal,
does it? 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.
- Now, is that a lie, that you forgot?

Is there a point to these questions?
You're trying to provoke a confession.

- We're trying to establish who killed Samantha.
- I don't know the answer.

I'm 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.

Can I 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, though, 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 favourites.

I can't believe it's happened. I just...

Why would anyone do this?

Would you like me to leave?

No. We do have questions for both of you.

Don't you think
James has answered enough questions?

It's OK, Amanda.

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

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

Well, I'm 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.

Amanda?

Kate was raped.

15-year-old girl and he raped her.

My G...

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 11 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.

And 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?

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 didn't...

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?

Hmm.

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 her career...

The affairs she had.

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.

They'll be 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.

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

- You're a size-10 shoe, aren't you?
- That's right, sir. How do you know?

We have wasted precious resources
identifying a boot print

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

Well, I was 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 every morning
and see a failure.

I see a man who's 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.
Lord knows everyone round here

is more than keen that you two find out
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.

Supposedly he did, yeah,
but young Kate, God rest her soul,

did that silly thing
before we could get her to press charges.

- But Ron Verger disappeared, anyway.
- Yeah, he did, yeah.

Walked out on his wife, his kid.
Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say.

Did you question him at the time?

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

I told him to go.

Did I do the wrong thing?

I'll put it this way. He raped and caused the
death of a 15-year-old girl and got away with it.

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

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

It's no surprise they were all glad
to see the back of Ron Verger.

And no luck yet trying to trace him.

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

Good view of the Priory.

When was this taken?

A 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 son of patchwork of rectangles.

How well does Samantha score on it?

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 is 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?

Till the cancer.

Now it's just me.

She never told 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.

Do you think you're the first cops
that have 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 that story,
tell us what happened.

No-one wants to know what I think.

Mokita.

What's that?

Look, if you know anything that's relevant to
our investigation, and you withhold information...

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

- Do you want to know what I think?
- I'm on the edge of my seat.

I think you're leaving us
a little trail of breadcrumbs to follow

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

- That's very deep.
- Is it?

There's a picture
of the murder victim on your wall.

Your camera is set up
to photograph the house she lived in.

We've recently received
a photograph - anonymously -

with the victim apparently arguing with a man.

Then someone breaks into her house,
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,
Billy.

And 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. I'm sure you know that.

You can trust us, Billy.

What's the rush all of a sudden?

Let me show you.

Something has been troubling me
about this picture

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

It's actually a very 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.

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

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

Exactly. Well, in theory.

See, if I draw a line here, make a square,

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?

Then we draw a line connecting the corners
of the squares like this until it become a spiral.

Yeah.

The centre of the spiral
is what Billy is trying to lead us to. 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.

Mind the step here.

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

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

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

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.

Bingo.

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

- Go through all of them, will you?
- What for?

I'm not entirely sure yet, but anything unusual.

If you do spot anything, I'll be on my mobile, OK?

Okey-doke.

This is what Billy wants us to see.

But why?

Why this tree?

There are no other coniferous trees around.

What?

You're absolutely right, Paula.

So why is it here?

Why has he brought us here?

A few more of these over here, please.

Righto, sarge.

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

Why wasn't the body discovered before?

There must have been gun dogs
running around here for years.

We found a layer of what I think is ash.

Someone built a bonfire over the grave.

Ash masks the scent of the body.

Hopefully he can be identified
from dental records.

- Can you tell how he died?
- His neck is broken.

By the look of it, he could have been hanged.

How long before we can confirm all that?

We have to preserve any evidence in the grave.
It'll take 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.

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.

Billy, I've just had a call.

They found the body under the tree.

Who is it, Billy?

Is it your dad, Billy?

Most of it is any Photoshop stuff.

And I was ready to write it all off,
until I found this folder.

Keep going.

That's Samantha in the kitchen.

When were they taken?

12 minutes past one, two days ago.

It'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.

They wouldn't let me go with him.

He took his coat.

We'd been collecting fir cones.

And I put one in his pocket.

And then I followed him into the woods.

I was scared.

I heard voices.

People coming near.

And I hid.

I thought I'd get into trouble.

I saw him.

Who did you see, Billy?

Billy, who did you see?

Garratt.

I saw Dad.

There was people.

There were people shouting.

She told me not to tell anyone.

Who said that?

She said I imagined it.

She said Dad had 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.

Till now.

Who have you told, Billy?

Samantha.

I told Samantha.

Yeah, it's Ron Verger.

But Liz Hughes told him to forget all about it.

Do you believe him?

Right, then, go and talk to Liz Hughes.
Find out what she really knows.

- Somethings 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.

Mrs Hughes.

I've come to talk to you about Billy Verger.

- Oh, what about him?
- I'm afraid to say he's taken an overdose.

Oh, no. Well, is he...

He's gonna be OK,
but I need to ask you a few questions.

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

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

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.

I hear you've been on
the wrong end of one of these quite recently.

So you'll know not to do anything silly.

Pat, what are you doing?

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

Unless anyone needs a drink.

No?

Go 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?

I'm afraid 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.
- We'll see about that.

No, it's over. What are you going to achieve
by locking us up in here?

- Just doing my job.
- Your job?

- Protecting the people of this village.
- No, Pat. Not any more.

What's this, a mutiny?

- It's sense!
- Oh, sense, is it?

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

Now, let's not forget who started this.

You should have seen them.

The bloodlust they had for Verger
for what he did to that little girl.

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

And now he hangs his head.

They all hang their heads, look at 'em.

But not that night.

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

There were no complaints that night, no.

So it was you, you killed him?

No, we all killed him.

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

But they were there, they all complied.

And I stand by what we did.

There was no way this uniform
was gonna make a difference to that man's fate.

Not after what that poor girl did to herself

He'd still be walking round 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 killing Samantha Walthew.

Samantha?

They don't know?

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

Shed found out what had happened.

That Billy Verger told her.

It turned 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...

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 son out his mess.
- You killed her.

- To protect you all!
- What? From Sam?

From my best friend?

A woman who spent 15 years of her life
grieving for her dead sister

and you murder her?

- She wasn't going to listen to reason.
- Why should she?

Why should she condone what we did?

Why should anyone? We were just teenagers.

I've lived with the image of that man
hanging there dead for half my life

and I've regretted it every day,
but we did it for Kate,

to finish things, not for Samantha to die!

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

- Didn't take you very long, did it, eh?
- You b... Get your hands off me!

You think that I wanted her dead?
I told him to talk to her.

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.

Yeah. You're not just a pretty face, are you?

That's why you left the body there.

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

And you knew that he would find the body
and call you first.

And I turns up with my big size-10s

Good old reliable Bob Harris, eh?

Here come the cavalry.

- Inspector Lynley.
- There's a policeman in there, very likely armed.

He's taken some 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 were we thinking?
This is over now.

- Not yet, it's not.
- Sit down.

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

There will be a tactical firearms team
preparing to come in here.

- Not if they're sensible.
- You know what you are 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.

Get down!

Let me answer it.

No!

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

They want me, they come in and they get me
and 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!
- Put some pressure on the wound.

Try and stem the bleeding!

- Let them go. Keep me.
- Don't be stupid!

- I've got to go in.
- Absolutely not. We have shots fired.

- I'm the ranking officer.
- Once guns are involved, you're not.

If anyone goes in, it's us.

Sergeant Havers, I weren't there
the night this happened.

I don't know anything about it.

You knew about it after, Liz. Billy told you.

You are an accessory after the fact.

- But 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?

Hmm?

No.

You two, you come to me and asked 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?

Are you going to make me, Sergeant Havers?

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

And here's me thinking you were scared
half to death, and all the while

it's excitement that's making your voice
quake like a little girl.

I'd keep quiet if I were you.

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

This is gratitude?

You want to walk away,
you want to hold your hands up

and tell them what you did was wrong?

Well, it wasn't wrong!

And I won't let you do that!

We 're shoulder to shoulder here.

- Get in there! Help her!
- Go! Go!

Stay down!

It's OK.

Come on. Let's go.

It's OK.

Shh, Shh, 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 of 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 for ever.

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've never talked to me about the shooting.

How you felt about it.

You didn't have to throw yourself at Garratt
to prove that you're not afraid.

I know you can do the job, Barbara.

Yeah, 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 had happened,
that I'd actually been shot.

And then all I could think about was...

...what if it had been
an inch to the left or an inch higher?

- You were lucky.
- Yeah.

I was.

But...

Samantha wasn't and...

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 in the pub,
when Garratt put that gun to my face,

I thought, "This is it."

And then I decided,

I don't know why, I just thought,
"I am not gonna accept that."

I was angry. I was so angry.

You certainly were.

And I was frightened.

But, you know, something shifted.

Yeah.

You seem different.

- Do I?
- Definitely.

You seem stronger.

Yeah, I am.

So, have you booked your cruise yet?

Somehow bingo and ballroom dancing
doesn't seem exciting.

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

And if I haven't?

You have decided
what you're going to spend it on, haven't you?

You'll have to wait and see.