"Pixie!" "Pixie, come here, girl!" "I don't mind driving back if you want another glass." "GET UP!" "GET UP!" "DAD!" "Ready?" "Eve." "Oh, right." "Everything all right?" "Yes, fine." "Thanks." "OK." "Er..." "let's go." "So this left hand was found by a dog in the woods and the DNA is a match to this unidentified body that was found a year ago." "In Barton Woods, about a mile away from where the hand was found." "What was the condition of the body?" "Stripped and minus head and hands." "What did the original investigation come up with?" "They tried to link it to a spate of gangland killings where the victims' IDs were similarly obscured." "Tried but failed?" "Putrefaction was advanced, and with no head or hands..." "So what do we know about this blob?" "We know he's male, we know he's late teens, early twenties, and that he was interred approximately two years ago." "Where's the head and the other hand?" "A search didn't reveal anything, but I did find a separate strand of animal DNA..." "Apart from the dog's?" "Yeah. ..which turned out to be fox's and, as foxes have a territorial range of about two kilometres..." "The head and the other hand could be anywhere within a 2km radius of the picnic site." "That's a huge area." "Mm." "What chopped off the head and hands, then?" "I don't know yet, but I took an X-ray of the left hand, and the opaque areas reveal small fragments embedded in the tissue." "And what are they from?" "It'll take a couple of hours." "OK." "Let's go through the Missing Persons reports again." "But the previous investigation..." "Someone might've started pining for him." "Thank you very much." "Thanks." "Let's go, Spence." "Thanks." "Thank you." "Bye." "Thanks." "It's just the way I am." "OK!" "I'd feel a bit stupid if I never actually went to see the place." "Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on." "You're going the wrong way." "It's, er...this way." "Go on, then, lead the way." "OK." "All right." "Were you in the Boy Scouts?" "No, the Boys' Brigade, actually." "Boys' Brigade..." "I don't how you work out which tree is which." "They all look the bloody same to me." "There it is." "The remains of the corpse were found in this shallow grave here." "Right." "It's not a bad spot, it's reasonably remote." "You could carry a body here from the car park if you used a wheelbarrow." "So the killer probably works or lives in the area." "Why do you say that?" "Most deposition sites are located somewhere a killer knows well." "That's classic." "That is so classic." "What?" "That comfort zone theory is just classic armchair profiling." "Don't you think the murderers have cottoned on to that one by now?" "Are you trying to put Grace out of a job?" "I'd go to Aberdeen or Skegness." "He didn't dump it." "He buried it and dismembered it." "Think about that." "OK." "How can you fine people for littering, eh?" "Anything else in the area?" "Yeah, there was one serious assault 14 months before the body was found - a Gerry Samuels was attacked and knocked unconscious." "Was that a robbery?" "No, he still had his wallet." "Local police found him near his car after an anonymous call." "From the attacker?" "Well, they assume so, but he was never caught." "What time was it?" "Er, it was at...one o'clock." "Unmotivated attack in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere." "That's beyond bad luck." "Well, not that remote." "Hi." "Hi." "I haven't got anything for you yet." "Oh, no, no, it's OK." "Oh, dear!" "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about Boyd." "Boyd?" "Mm." "Is there anything I should know about?" "I don't know what you mean." "Anything to do with the boy that he might be looking for?" "What boy would it be if he were?" "It would be his son." "I see." "OK, I'll let you...get on." "Hi." "Gerry Samuels?" "Gerry Samuels!" "They're Polish, mate." "They won't understand." "You looking for me?" "I'm Detective Superintendent Boyd, this is DI Jordan." "Oi, Tomek, I told you, I need you shifting that stuff now - pronto!" "You going to pay attention to me, or d'you want to go to the station?" "Sorry, mate, is something wrong?" "Yeah, we're doing a follow-up on your attack." "On what?" "Barton Woods." "You were found unconscious in the car park." "That was years ago." "We're looking into an incident that may be related." "What do you remember?" "Nothing." "I was heading for the car, then bang!" "All the lights went out." "Next thing, I woke up in hospital." "You didn't see your attacker?" "No, otherwise I'd have hunted the bastard down myself." "What were you doing there at that time of night?" "I was looking at a couple of plots that were for sale." "Build something for me and the missus." "I'd stopped in the car park for a piss." "Are we done?" "Cos I've got the Warsaw Muppet Show to keep on the road." "Yeah, thank you." "Cheers." "Oi, Tomek, are you deaf as well as daft?" "Over there!" "He's instructive AND motivational." "I like that in a person(!" ")" "Here." "Oh, thanks, Stella." "Did you know the articulation of the human hand is more complex than anything comparable in any other animal and, without it, homo sapiens would have taken a lot longer, possibly thousands of years, to achieve the dominance that they have?" "No, I didn't know." "Yeah, because, well, it can make a fist or it can wave hello or..." "Thread a needle?" "Exactly." "Or it can wield a knife." "Now, elemental analysis has shown two distinct types of metal fragment embedded in this hand." "Now, if you look over here at the first set of fragments..." "These are from a low-grade alloy composite such as you'd find in a watch strap." "Damaged when the hand was chopped off?" "Yeah." "And "chopped" is the operative word, because there's no evidence of serration or hacking." "The head and the hands were all severed with single cuts." "Single cuts?" "Mm." "So it's not a hand saw or a power tool?" "No." "And you wouldn't get that kind of leverage with a knife, no matter how sharp." "No." "An axe or a machete?" "Possibly." "Look at the second set of fragments." "Completely different." "Yeah." "Processed, highly tempered steel." "I'd put my money on a sword... ..and a big one." "Steady, steady." "Steady, good boy." "Steady." "Good boy." "Steady." "Steady." "Good boy." "Damage to the neck vertebrae and left shoulder indicate that the cut was delivered from in front and above." "If you want to kneel down, Stella." "..and from left to right." "That's right to left." "Yeah, but we do it from behind." "To achieve this angle, the victim must have been on their knees, the assailant standing, as is this relationship." "Yeah." "An early inflammatory response suggests that the victim's heart was still pumping white blood cells to the bone ends, which suggests that the hands..." "Thank you. ..could have been cut off while he was still alive." "You're assuming one assailant." "There could be two, one..." "Ah, but... looking at soil samples that I discovered under the victim's fingernails, amongst other things contained eggs from the horse parasite Oxyuris equi, which is a worm that inhabits the horse's anal region." "The eggs pass through to the faeces." "If I can borrow you again, Stella..." "And back in your position." "OK." "Now, it is the horse that provides the necessary velocity, so..." "Galloping." "Yeah." "If you watch this..." "Hands go up to defend themselves, and then the head comes off." "All in one blow." "I've done a further search of the area for missing persons, based on the victim's age, within a two-mile radius of where he was found." "There's a training college, a boarding school and an Army barracks." "The Royal Military Police have records of a number of soldiers that went AWOL from Glenwood Barracks." "I'm on it." "This supports your theory of a military-style execution from a horse." "Yeah." "There are other key elements to consider." "There's the psychology of the person who disposed of the body." "There's still the motive." "Why would anyone want to kill this man in such an extravagant way?" "What does how the body is disposed of tell us?" "Well, it gives us a mixed profile." "Oh, I hate those." "Yes, I know." "They can be very revealing." "Go on." "OK, so the victim was decapitated..." "And the burial was rushed, right?" "And that tells us..." "I'll tell you what that tells us." "I've just spoken..." "Hang on." "The person was capable of being calm and of panicking." "So what?" "I've..." "Just a minute." "It also tells us that he had an ability to organise under pressure." "Right." "Go on." "Right, I've just checked with the barracks." "Three people went absent without leave." "Two have turned up since." "The only one that fits is Francis Duggan." "When did he go missing?" "April 2006." "OK, that does fit." "Why didn't the original investigation know about him?" "His family didn't report it." "Well, he went AWOL." "They kept it quiet." "How old is he?" "Er, 22. 22." "At the time." "At the time." "So he was the right age, right time, right-ish place." "OK." "And I organise under pressure, you know?" "Does it make me a killer?" ""No" is the answer to the question you didn't ask." "Here we go." "What are they defending?" "Hi." "Detective Superintendent Boyd." "We did call in." "Thank you, sir." "Just follow the road round to the car park." "Thank you very much." "I'm preparing for the Queen's birthday parade, so I'd appreciate it if we could keep this brief." "We're following up on the disappearance of one of your soldiers." "Troopers." "Right, troopers." "Right." "Yes." "Trooper Francis Duggan." "I only knew Duggan briefly." "He served under my predecessor, Lieutenant Colonel John Garret." "Garret." "OK." "Do you have any idea why Francis Duggan would've gone absent without leave?" "The Guards set standards against which every other regiment measure themselves." "Duggan obviously couldn't cope with what was asked of him." "What do you mean?" "One tour of Iraq finished him." "He jumped before he was pushed." "Right." "Could I have a list of the troopers who were serving with Francis Duggan at the time of his disappearance?" "Sorry?" "You want access to my personnel records?" "Yes." "And Dr Lockhart would like to investigate your armoury, if that's possible." "Do you see that, Superintendent?" "Flag at half mast?" "We lost two men in Iraq yesterday." "Trooper Overton, will you show these gentlemen the personnel files?" "You follow me, Miss Lockhart." "I'm really sorry." "I didn't realise it was an inconvenient time." "Christopher..." "Hello." "So..." "So, er...yeah." "The year we're concerned with is 2006, and we are going to need a full inventory and a schedule of release for all swords issued on all occasions during that year." "Very well." "Our quartermaster will give you his fullest co-operation." "Thank you." "How many men were in Duggan's troop?" "Ten to fifteen, but only Corporal Lomax is still serving." "We're only talking two years ago." "Have you got Lomax's file?" "Yes." "The others bought themselves out or just finished their contracts." "So, after Afghanistan and Iraq, they've had enough?" "Some, yeah." "They joined the Army but didn't like having to fight?" "Some had better offers." "They've become mercenaries, or...?" "Well, we don't really use that word." "I'm sorry." "I mean, I can't wait to see action." "Got my first posting in a couple of weeks." "That's Lomax." "Oh, well, good luck." "Robert Lomax." "Thank you." "So what's he doing?" "Oh, he's drilling the crows." "The what?" "The new recruits." "It said in his file that he was in a reconnaissance unit." "What is that?" "It's four or five guys in a Land Rover." "So one of them's driving and the others are what?" "You've got an inspection coming up!" "This is our man?" "Try and look like Guards instead of a bunch of lassies at a gymkhana!" "He got his Military Cross in Iraq." "He pulled his squad clear of a roadside bomb." "Sit deep!" "A hero." "Corporal Lomax!" "Ah!" "Detective Superintendent Boyd, and this is..." "DI Jordan." "You want to know about Francis Duggan." "How did you know that?" "Well, as soon as you step onto these barracks, I get to hear about it." "Oh, right." "OK." "Well, you served in Iraq with Francis Duggan, yeah?" "Yes." "Was he in the reconnaissance unit that Overton here was telling me about?" "Was he in that with you?" "Yes." "What kind of a person was he?" "Well, there's not much to say." "Duggan was quiet, kept to himself." "But you must have spent a lot of time together." "Didn't you talk about family?" "Girlfriends?" "Not really." "As I said, he was very..." "Quiet." "So when he returned from Iraq, six months later he went AWOL." "Now, how was he before that disappearance?" "Do you remember?" "Well, no-one was surprised that he went off." "Army life never really suited him." "What do you mean?" "Well, it's like a lot of these lads." "First serious contact, a taste of what it's like..." "Overton was also telling me - he's a mine of information - that you saved some men's lives after they were hit by a roadside bomb." "Was Francis Duggan one of the men you saved?" "Yes." "His nerves went after that." "Right." "Understandable." "Who were the other guys with him?" "If you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to these boys." "Got an inspection due." "I understand." "Corporal Lomax!" "Er, Mr Lomax!" "Corporal?" "Sorry." "Why have you stayed on?" "What?" "Why have you stayed on when all the people that you started with, they've left?" "Well, all I ever wanted was to be a soldier." "I've just signed on again for a ten-year term." "Congratulations." "So, Mr Overton..." "Heels down!" "..who else was in the reconnaissance unit with Corporal Lomax?" "I don't really know." "It was a bit before my time, sir." "INAUDIBLE" "Ah, Boyd." "This is Martin Duggan, Francis Duggan's father." "Right." "Hi." "Come on in and take a seat." "Is someone going to tell me what this is all about?" "No." "First, when was the last time you or your wife saw Francis?" "My wife died 12 years ago." "So you brought Francis up on your own?" "When was the last time YOU saw him?" "I don't know." "A good while." "Can you give me a rough estimate?" "He was about 16, so...seven years ago." "So you haven't seen him since he joined the Army?" "The Army?" "You didn't know he joined the Army?" "No." "You don't seem very concerned that you haven't heard from him." "Mr Duggan, we're not here to make judgments on your relationship with your son." "We just need to find him." "Well, I can't help you." "I'm sorry." "Can you tell us something about him?" "What sort of a boy was he?" "Quiet." "He was a quiet lad." "That's great." "You're really fleshing him out for me now(!" ") Interests?" "This is your son!" "You don't know the first thing about him!" "I knew enough." "Knew it was time for him to go." "Because?" "Please don't say it was because he was gay." "Please say it was something other than that." "Don't tell me how to feel about my own son." "Whatever he's mixed up in, it's his life." "Yeah, thank you for getting back to me." "Yeah, I need to know if Francis Duggan underwent any surgery so I can compare it with my unidentified body." "Oh, you have?" ".." "Yeah, hang on." "Yeah." "That's brilliant." "OK." "Upper humerus, right-hand side." "Yeah?" ".." "Displaced, pinned and plated." "Yes." "Are we talking quality, chrome and titanium job here, or MoD bargain basement?" "Ooh!" "Ow!" "..Oh, yes." "Yeah, carry on." "And acromioclavicular joint." "Wired into place, yeah." "No, that's brilliant." "Thank you very, very much. .." "Yes, yes." "Goodbye, thanks." "He goes into the Army to prove himself to his father, the man he hates." "He didn't necessarily hate his father." "He most likely loved him, which is why he joined the Army." "Going into the Army if you're gay is like walking under a truck." "No ID." "What?" "Our body has no ID." "I got hold of Francis Duggan's medical report, and he was wounded..." "In a roadside bomb." "Exactly." "And he had a permanent pin and plate put into his arm, and our body has no such pin and plate." "Oh, no." "Oh, yes." "Are you absolutely sure?" "Are you doubting my expertise?" "No, not for a second." "Heaven forbid that I should..." "So Francis Duggan is still missing?" "Yes." "The junior officer killed in a roadside bomb was Lieutenant James Malham." "Lomax!" "Malham!" "Malham?" "Colonel Douglas Malham's son." "The inquiry found him guilty of gross dereliction of duty." "They didn't mention that when we talked to Lomax and Malham." "Maybe we should go back." "Have you got the names of the others in the crew?" "Still waiting for the names to come through." "Only the death was recorded." "So he's still missing... ..we don't have a clue who's on the slab..." "..and we've got Gerry Samuels." "Seriously assaulted 14 months ago near where the body was found." "We just need to run through things one more time, if that's OK, Mr Samuels." "I've got a site visit this..." "Working backwards, police find you after an anonymous tip-off, unconscious, but you hadn't been robbed and your car was untouched." "Correct?" "Yeah." "And you stopped for a pee on your way back from... where?" "Visiting a couple of plots I was looking to buy." "Now, there's the bit I don't understand." "Why not?" "Well, plots of land, they cost money, and you were broke." "I had a few financial problems." "Who doesn't?" "Well, the bank was foreclosing on your business, your house was mortgaged to the hilt and your car... was about to be repossessed." "Was this a regular thing?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Perhaps it's your wife I should speak to." "You've got to understand the bigger picture here, Gerry." "I'm investigating a brutal murder." "And I'm co-operating with you." "I know you can't afford a divorce." "You bastard!" "You'd been there before, hadn't you?" "Yeah." "The man who attacked you?" "I'd seen him there a few times." "So what happened?" "I don't know." "When it came to getting it together, he just... freaked, started calling me a filthy pervert, and then he punched me, and that's all I remember." "That's him." "It's took me ages to find you." "It was your neighbour." "She said you was in hospital." "Cathy's been really nice." "When did you move out the old man's?" "A couple of years ago." "Soon as I could." "Why didn't you call me?" "Suze, I did." "Suze, I did." "A few times." "Every time I called you, like, he wouldn't let me speak to you." "I was worried sick." "I didn't know what had happened to you." "I even came round to see you once." "He said you'd moved out, wouldn't give me your address." "Honestly, we ended up having a fight over it." "I've been" "I'm really glad you came." "So am I." "Well, look, as soon as you're better, I'm going to help get you home and look after you, yeah?" "Francis..." "And listen, I've learnt how to cook." "Don't laugh." "I've learnt how to cook, I swear." "So I'll be able to spoil you rotten." "When do these lot think you'll be able to go?" "I'm not sure." "Francis... ..I've got leukaemia." "But he's physically capable." "He can ride a horse, use a sword, couldn't he?" "Yes." "Yes." "Francis Duggan could do all those things." "Yeah." "All I'm saying, it's an instinct thing, right?" "He's not a killer, he's a follower." "He attacked..." "Gerry Samuels." "Gerry Samuels." "I know, but that's about his sexuality." "It's his anger at his own sexuality, following..." "He's under that pressure all the time." "I've got the other two names." "It doesn't stop him..." "Andy Tyrrel and Mark Bennet." "Tyrrel." "Tyrrel left the regiment two years ago." "Doing what?" "I'm checking." "What about Bennet?" "Left six months earlier, walked out on his wife and kid." "She hasn't seen him since." "So where is he now?" "I'm working on it, but I just spoke to her on the phone and she has no idea where he is." "Ah." "Well, you'd better bring her in to see me." "OK." "Grace, this is Nicola, Mark Bennet's wife." "And this is Robbie." "Hello." "How are you?" "Going to shake hands?" "Good boy." "You stay with Stella while I have a little word with your mum." "Stella's got some nice crayons." "OK?" "So be good and Mummy'll be back in a minute, all right?" "See you in a bit." "Good boy." "He'll be fine." "Would you like to come in?" "Ta." "Thanks." "He's very cute." "It must've been hard, bringing him up on your own." "No, not really." "We make a good team." "Good." "And how about when his dad was at home?" "I've not seen Mark for a couple of years." "That was my next question." "Look, I loved Mark, but he wasn't much of a dad." "Especially since Iraq." "Did he find it very difficult to adjust?" "Impossible." "None of them found it easy, but Mark just... "Them"?" "Who do you mean?" "His friends from his troop." "Oh." "So they were very close?" "Yeah, they were more like family." "Yeah, before Iraq, our house was like the base of the base." "I'd cook for them all, but they'd make me feel like one of the boys." "Yeah, they were good times." "And since Iraq, it's been hard to get the good times back." "No." "Mark thought that... leaving the Army would save him, but he just went into freefall." "And by the end, he was getting pissed in the morning to kill the hangover from the night before." "That must have been grim, with a child about." "Yeah." "Yeah, it was." "So what was the final straw?" "He kept complaining that he was broke, and yet I found an envelope filled with cash in his jacket." "I didn't confront him." "I just waited for him to go out and I followed him." "Hi, Mark." "Who's your friend?" "Sweetheart..." "Oh, don't tell me." "It's not what it looks like." "It's not." "How could you?" "How could you?" "!" "Mrs Bennet, it's not..." "Shut up!" "I'm skint, trying to feed your son, and you're swanning around with some slag!" "Oh, shit!" "I'm sorry." "Shahla is a friend from Iraq." "If you don't believe me, ask Rob." "Oh, he won't lie for you, not any more." "In fact, he'll be glad I found out." "What?" "Forget it." "When did you speak to Rob?" "You've been doing more than just speaking to him, haven't you?" "I knew there was someone, but..." "Christ!" "I'll see you at home." "No, you won't." "That was the last time I saw him." "You've had no contact with him since?" "What, no birthday cards for the boy?" "At Christmas?" "No." "What about his friends?" "Have you had any contact with them?" "No, I think he decided to start again - wipe the slate." "If you don't mind me saying, you don't seem too sad about it." "Like I said, me and Robbie, it works." "This woman you saw with Mark - had you ever seen her before?" "No, never." "I think she was foreign or something." "Could you be a little bit more specific?" "She looked Arab." "And you've no idea where Mark might have gone?" "No." "And if you find him, tell him that me and Robbie are fine on our own." "Do you think Mark Bennet could be our victim?" "He disappeared at the right time." "Nicola Bennet didn't seem very concerned about him, though." "She was more worried about leaving the boy with you." "Really?" "He didn't say much." "But I did get him to drink." "Excellent." "Let's get it to Eve, see what it can give us." "This is just unbelievable!" "I'm a police officer." "Detective Superintendent Boyd." "Superintendent Boyd." "Colonel Malham." "Yeah, I'd like to ask you a few questions, if I may." "I'm afraid you're too late." "The Royal Military Police have initiated their own inquiry." "Good." "I'm pleased for them, but in the meantime..." "We have a lockdown in place until the RMP have concluded their business." "A lockdown to keep people out." "That's a novel idea." "Are you suggesting that the investigation will be less than rigorous?" "No, not at all." "The senior officer who's conducting this inquiry - what's his name?" "His name?" "Yeah." "What's he called?" "What does he answer to when he's shouted at?" "I can't talk to you." "No, of course, the lockdown." "The Huguenots, when they were under siege, they ate whatever they could get their hands on - rats, leather, human flesh." "And you know what the Royalists did?" "No idea." "They waited." "Why didn't you tell me your son was with Francis Duggan when they were attacked?" "Lomax!" "My son was killed whilst serving his country." "Good day to you, Superintendent." "Good day to you." "You two were great." "Thanks." "Very helpful indeed(!" ")" "What the bloody hell are you playing at, Lomax?" "Sir?" "The brasses are dirty, the blacking's a disgrace." "If these men were to parade like this, they'd be a laughing stock." "Responsibility, commitment, leadership." "That's what's required of you, Lomax." "Do you remember?" "I want you to apologise for failing them." "Sir!" "Not to me." "To them." "'The winner of this year's Churchill Cup for Best Turned Out Recruit goes to Trooper Lomax.'" "Thank you, sir." "Well done, Lomax." "There's no way I should've come fourth." "All right, Rob?" "Duggan reckons you didn't deserve to come first." "I didn't say that." "Attention!" "I just want to remind everyone that it's official." "You're looking at the best of the best." "The Hardcore Crew!" "ALL:" "Yeah!" "Iraq, here we come!" "This is a metal fragment I found in the victim's hand." "The sword maker's metallurgy tests confirm it's from a 150-year-old blade." "How many of those were in the armoury?" "Of the swords I tested in the armoury, none of them yielded anything, except for this one." "Now, as you'd expect to see from a murder weapon - I don't know if you can - it's been reshaped and re-sharpened, so I took some metal fragments from this sword and it tested positive to being a 150-year-old blade." "Is this our murder weapon?" "No." "Because even though it's the same age, it's been reshaped and re-sharpened." "The metal fragments in this sword are markedly different to the ones in the hand," " as you can see there." " So how does this help us?" "Because each sword is unique in its metallurgical composition." "This is fantastic, but Malham would've got rid of the sword..." "No." "Because if it was 150 years old, its historical significance..." "Also, if you go some way towards matching up the fragments, you go some way towards identifying the killer." "But he's initiated a lockdown, so whatever sword he uses, we can't get in to the barracks, so it could be anywhere by now." "That really was... interesting, but not remotely helpful." "Right." "Thank you, too(!" ") I do what I can." "What have you got?" "I've tracked down one of the troopers from the Land Rover unit, Andy Tyrrel." "Iraq, here we come!" "CHEERING" "Works for APX Solutions." "What are they?" "A private security company." "Run by Lieutenant Colonel John Garret." "Well done, Lomax." "Thank you, sir." "He was the commanding officer in Iraq when James Malham was killed." "I've met his father, you know." "Right, well, he retired early after his tour in Iraq and established APX Solutions." "They have over 3,000 security personnel in Iraq." "He's got his own private army." "And in Afghanistan and Nigeria." "Yeah, they've got a contract to train and augment part of the new Iraqi police force." "Have they, now?" "Must be worth a fortune." "Get me a file on him, will you?" "OK, yeah." "Where is Grace?" "Andy Tyrrel's in the Operations Room." "It's about his connection with Francis Duggan." "Good soldier." "Well, they all are in the Guards, aren't they?" "Are you planning a coup, Mr Garret?" "One of our services is maritime security." "Right, so what do you protect?" "Oil platforms?" "It's supertankers that are the star prize." "Hello." "Andy Tyrrel." "Hi." "So how do you steal something the size of a supertanker?" "Kill the crew, swap the transponder signal with a fishing boat." "And they sail away with a hundred million dollars of untraceable cargo." "That's not bad, is it?" "We access satellite coverage over known hotspots and then monitor our clients' vessels 24/7." "And what if there's a problem?" "Do you subcontract local military?" "Plus we have a team on board." "Oh!" "It's impressive." "Yeah, for a company that's...what?" "Two years old?" "Thank you." "I'll be in my office if you need to speak to me afterwards." "I'll leave you with Andy." "Thanks." ""Andy"?" "That's a little more informal than the regiment." "Well, I got sick of being barked at." "Here you get rewarded for showing initiative rather than getting a bollocking." "What about Mark Bennet and Francis Duggan?" "Why didn't they sign up for this?" "Mark was a good lad, you know, but he liked the drink." "We lost touch." "And Fran Duggan should've been given a medical discharge." "Everyone knew he'd eventually do a runner." "How come?" "You know, a lot of lads sign up cos of all the ceremony and tradition." "But he still buys into all that "honour and duty" crap that the regiment feeds you." "He'll never leave." "And the guy that was killed in Iraq, James Malham." "What can you tell me about him?" "Shouldn't have been out there, really." "Didn't have a clue." "Ordered us into a no-go zone, nearly got us all killed." "Duggan would've died as well if Lomax hadn't got to him." "How was Duggan affected by that?" "Fran was the youngest in the regiment, you know?" "He was just a kid." "His head went after we got hit." "Do you keep in touch with him?" "The whole place was just a sick joke, in total meltdown." "2nd Lieutenant Malham was a young officer on his first deployment." "He was caught up in the moment - a chase after suspected insurgents." "It's easy to make a mistake." "What's your opinion of his father?" "Col Malham devotes every second to the regiment." "He's done an excellent job." "That's not what we're asking you." "The soldiers in the Land Rover testified that his son ignored orders and got himself killed." "How did Colonel Malham feel about that?" "Losing his son was devastating." "His marriage ended soon after." "Now all he has is the regiment." "But you turned your back on all that." "Yes, the British Army moves very slowly." "It's also under-funded and poorly prepared for all the tasks it's asked to carry out." "So you set up APX Solutions to show them how it's done." "Yeah." "And thanks to you, we don't see as many British soldiers being killed because you keep the official body count down." "The politicians don't get as much flak." "I mean, you almost turn war into a decent event." "Well, the entire security situation worldwide has changed." "In order to be effective, you need highly trained professionals." "And you pick the best." "Yes, I certainly do." "So with two parents and the boy's DNA, I could be 99.999 - basically, a lot of nines - per cent certain." "Does Robbie Bennet's DNA give us a match to the blob or not?" "It strongly suggests that the dead body is Mark Bennet." "Hi, Mark." "Who's your friend?" "So we have our victim." "Probably." "I thought this was an exact science." "It is an exact science." "Just go through the connections, then." "He was a Guardsman, as was Francis Duggan." "Duggan and Bennet were both in the Land Rover on the day Colonel Malham's son was killed." "They both testified at the inquiry." "Duggan went missing about the same time as Bennet disappeared." "So Duggan could be another victim." "Or the killer." "Nicola Bennet told you that the day that her husband disappeared, he was with a foreign woman." "Arab." "She looked Arab." "An Arab." "Yeah." "So where were they?" "In the shopping precinct." "Bye." "Bye." "So this is where Nicola Bennet said she saw them." "I'm skint, trying to feed your son, and you're swanning around with some slag!" "Not an obvious place for a date." "CCTV." "Two years on?" "You'll be lucky." "I found these fibres under the fingernails of Mark Bennet's hand." "The cortex has spindle-shaped cells, and you'll see the multiserrate ladders in its medulla." "So...sheep hair." "Wool." "Right." "And it's coloured with scarlet acid milling dye." "So where do they come from, these bits of stuff?" "From the mess kit of the Guards regiment." "It's made of doeskin, which is a type of woollen weave." "I got in touch with the MoD fabric supplier." "Same dye, same fibres." "So they'd have had to wear this, er, outfit to the regimental dinner." "Mm." "The night Mark Bennet disappeared, this is the last reported sighting by his wife, Nicola." "That's got to hurt!" "Charming(!" ")" "Can you just zoom in on that other woman, please, Spence?" "Nicola Bennet mentioned a foreign- looking woman who was with them." "Foreign-looking?" "She looks foreign to you, does she?" "You spend your life looking at CCTV and it's all the same, isn't it?" "So Bennet hits Nicola." "The time code reads 25th March 2006 at 19.37, which is the same night as the regimental dinner." "Which was two hours later." "So Bennet slaps his wife and then goes straight to the barracks." "Where he came into contact with one of our soldiers." "I've got to talk to Malham." "We can't get access." "MoD said all requests have to be made in writing, which I've done, but..." "OK." "OK." "You commanded these men in a war zone." "You handed command over to Malham." "It's hardly surprising he's stonewalling." "You're investigating one of his troopers for murder." "What is this?" "A secret society?" "You're part of the old boys' network." "You and Malham are made of the same stuff." "He'll listen to you." "You're exaggerating my influence." "It's a lot more than I have." "Sir, Colonel Malham's in his office." "Thank you." "If I can have a moment alone, I might be able to convince him to co-operate." "Right." "..And hopefully the police can get what they want." "I know it's a bugger at this time of year, Douglas." "All right, Colonel?" "Would you mind if I said hello to a few of the old faces?" "No, no, of course." "Be my guest." "Come in." "I'll do this alone, all right?" "OK." "Do you mind if I join you?" "Not at all, no." "Why didn't you tell me about your son?" "My son has nothing to do with your investigation." "Because telling me about him meant telling me about his mistake." "No." "No, no, no, no." "Then what?" "Enlighten me, please." "I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't." "But silence and denial are not... they're not much of a refuge, are they?" "Superintendent, the inquiry was a whitewash." "What if there's a connection between Iraq and Mark Bennet's murder?" "How could there be?" "The men in your son's troop, when they came home, they were placed under your command." "Yes, because I was placed in charge of ceremonial duties." "So when they were giving evidence at the inquiry, it must have been unbelievably difficult." "This is just part of, er... ..Mark Bennet's statement at the inquiry." "He says..." ""2nd Lieutenant Malham repeatedly ignored the no-go zone and our warnings."" "Now Bennet is dead and one of the other witnesses, Francis Duggan, has gone missing, and then there's Rob Lomax, who saved Duggan's life but not your son's." "How does that make you feel?" "Do you have a son, Superintendent?" "Hmm?" "Why do you ask?" "I expected to see James command the regiment, to take the Queen's salute." "Instead, I could have buried him in a shoe box, there was so little left of him." "And not defending your son... ..makes you feel like a bad father." "But ignoring the inquiry's findings makes you a very bad soldier." "My son was a hero." "I don't need to justify his actions to you." "Was there anything else?" "Jupiter was my horse." "Wonderful temperament." "You must miss this." "There's some aspects, but you move beyond where you were." "Time to move on." "I sense that with you, Inspector." "Really?" "You have to keep your potential in check because of where you are." "Perhaps." "If you ever think about leaving the police force, you should give me a call." "I had to make a choice." "I could reach Duggan." "When I tried to go back for Malham, the petrol tank went up." "Please, Rob!" "Please!" "Lomax!" "I'll come back for you, sir." "PLEASE!" "Lomax!" "Lomax!" "There was nothing I could do." "I didn't tell you about James Malham because I don't want to have to think about that day." "I don't understand why you're still here." "Why?" "Well, here you're confronted by the father all the time, and he's obviously devastated." "This regiment's my home." "Now, the night that Mark Bennet disappeared, he visited the barracks." "Was that to see you?" "No." "And he was last seen with a Middle Eastern woman." "Do you know her?" "No." "That's my son." "Two years old." "Gonna be a star." "We call him Robbie, after his godfather here." "I'm not having much luck here, am I?" "And what about Francis Duggan?" "I haven't seen him since he went AWOL." "Some of these kids are just 18, 19 years of age." "How do you come to terms with sending them out to get killed?" "Do you just mark them down as acceptable losses?" "I took young soldiers out to Iraq and was then told to make them act as policemen." "It was a bloody crime." "The face of every young boy I lost is burned into my memory, so no, no soldier's death is acceptable to me." "Luke?" "'Luke?" "'" "You don't have to talk to me." "OK?" "'I just want you to know that I..." "I..." "'I didn't mean for any of that to happen.'" "I went there..." "Well, I went there to tell you that I'm here if you need help..." "..and that I'm sorry, son." "OK?" "OK." "OK." "You sure it was her?" "The guys who handle immigration claims tipped us off." "She's re-entered the country." "I thought all this was sorted." "Aye, well, it's not." "She starts on Duggan..." "You've no idea where he could be?" "I told you, I haven't seen him." "Remember Mickey Forrester, the radio operator?" "He reckons he saw Duggan round the precinct." "Oh, Mickey!" "Here you are, son." "OK?" "Be lucky." "So what are you going to do?" "No." "WE are going to find him before Shahla or the police do." "Right?" "Hey, Fran, you've got to get out of here." "Get your shit together and get as far away from here as you can." "What, is this too public for you?" "You think if I wanted to harm you, I'd waste time talking?" "Yeah, well, I don't want anything to do with you." "We're still a team." "Was that supposed to be funny?" "Listen." "Here." "I don't want your money." "You need it." "The police are looking for you, everyone's shitting themselves." "Look, here." "NOTES RUSTLE" "Why?" "Shahla's back." "She wants answers." "Now, go!" "It's OK." "Isma?" "SHE SPEAKS ARABIC" "If we're talking about means, motive and opportunity," "Duggan, Lomax and Tyrrel have got the means." "They're trained to kill." "They also all had the opportunity, cos they were all at the regimental dinner." "As was Colonel Malham." "Yeah." "For motive, I guess this guy, Grace, is at the top of your list." "Yes." "Bennet denouncing his son would've been very provocative." "But isn't Lomax a more likely target for Malham?" "He saved Duggan over his son, didn't he?" "Not necessarily, because it's the flashpoint." "Bennet's insults would have ignited the whole trauma of Malham losing his son." "So it's the words that did it." "Looking into Duggan's background, something strange turned up." "An active bank account in the name of Susan Carlyle." "Who's she?" "Duggan's sister." "Carlyle is their late mother's maiden name." "She changed her name when she left home." "She's in a cancer hospice." "One big happy bunch, these Duggans, aren't they?" "Hello, Francis." "Shahla!" "You have to help me." "Look, this isn't a good time, OK?" "I'm late." "I've just..." "I've come from halfway around the world, and you are late?" "I'm sorry." "I can't find Mark, and you're the only one I trust." "I can't help you!" "I've got my own problems right now, Shahla!" "You're not a coward." "Francis, I know you're not a coward." "OK, don't do anything silly, and I'll meet you here in two hours." "How stupid do you think I am?" "Well, you're saying you trust me." "You give me your word." "Yes!" "Say it!" "Shahla, I give you my word, OK?" "Don't move!" "Yeah. .." "Yeah." "What?" "Hold it." "He's there!" "Who?" "The man fitting Duggan's description who's been visiting Susan Carlyle." "He's just arrived?" "Yeah." "..Thank you very much." "I might need to go away for a bit." "How long?" "I dunno." "What's wrong?" "HE SOBS Just everything's a bit screwed up and if I don't go, people are going to start getting hurt." "I just thought when I found you, everything was gonna be all right again." "Tell me what's wrong, please." "Listen, listen." "I promise I'm going to come back and see you as soon as I can, OK?" "I promise." "Make it soon, Fran." "Promise." "I love you, OK?" "I love you, too." "Francis Duggan?" "Down, Boyd, down!" "DI Jordan." "I need an ambulance to Trenton Hospice, ASAP." "Man down." "Repeat, man down." "Francis was scared." "He just said something terrible had happened and people were gonna get hurt." "Mark Bennet and Francis Duggan served with you in Iraq." "Who might have wanted them dead?" "I don't know." "Who or what is worth more than the lives of two soldiers?" "I can't help you." "I know about the money from Rob Lomax." "Don't worry about your little boy." "Social Services will take care of him." "What?" "!" "I don't need a shoulder to cry on." "I was thinking of a friendly chat." "Or a confession?" "What was your opinion on Col Malham?" "His son's death hit him very hard." "Well, he's feeding off his anger and his grief." "I think he's suffering from survivor's guilt." "That would give him a propensity to suicide." "That's fantastic." "What did you do to Mark?" "Everyone's gone." "It's just me now." "You're scaring me." "It's Lomax I should be speaking to." "I suppose so." "A man you hate." "I've told you what happened." "Get him out!" "He's a disgrace!" "Cos you can't think for yourself, can you, Lomax?" "You were there!" "You can speak out." "I'll do all I can." "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd"