"Mystery!" "was made possible by contributions to your PBS station from..." "(thunder cracks)" "(ballroom music plays)" "(thunder rumbling)" "(woman screaming)" "(whimpers)" "(man and woman laughing)" "(erotic moaning)" "( water running )" "(water running)" "(gunshot)" "(dish clattering)" "DAWKINS:" "Got 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." "But shouldn't we get the body to pathology?" "Where's the fire, Dawkins?" "Nothing leaves the scene until Lynley's seen it." "Helen, uh, it's me, um..." "Inspector!" "I was just going to say, well..." "I-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." "(phone beeps off)" "Paula, good to see you again." "What have we got?" "Bits and pieces." "They dragged you up here 'cause 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?" "Okay, Love, that's me on my way." "What did he call me?" "Not that way, this way, back the way we've come." "Come on, Constable." "He was the first on the scene." "Garrett, one of Suffolk's finest." "Probably got his bicycle parked round the corner." "Constable?" "Sir?" "You see anything unusual this morning?" "Why, this whole thing's unusual for round here, sir." "We've got traces of blood in the grass leading from the house up to here." "We've also got a few boot prints in some spilled sand up by the house." "They're fresh, size ten." "LYNLEY:" "Can we tell if the wearer was carrying anything?" "MARSHALL:" "Well, the prints are slightly deeper than we'd expect, so I'd say there's a good chance." "Yeah." "LYNLEY:" "And she weighs..." "nine stone?" "MARSHALL:" "Thereabouts." "LYNLEY:" "Of course, if she was carried from the house, then there might be some fibers on her clothes." "So I put the egg in my mouth and I just suck?" "Sorry, Paula." "You know you're more than welcome back in London anytime." "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?" "Yes, she's... she's fine." "MARSHALL:" "Hello, Barbara." "How are you?" "Hi, Paula." "Sir." "LYNLEY:" "Havers." "Well, I'm fine." "Thanks." "You?" "Well, one minute I'm giving a nice, gentle lecture on the limited uses of vacuum metal deposition, atching a load of sheep-worriers contaminate w my crime scene." "Same as ever then." "Solving murders would be an awful lot easier if you took the police out of the equation." "LYNLEY:" "Let me know when we're ready to move into the house, will you, Paula?" "Havers." "Havers." "Sorry." "The victim is Samantha Walthew, born Samantha Morgan." "Age 34, married to James Walthew, who is on his way up from London as we speak." "He's a property developer." "She was an interior designer." "They bought this place about six months ago." "Wanted to turn it into a fancy hotel." "When was the body found?" "Uh... just before 7:00 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?" "Oh, I'm afraid so Havers, yes." "These are pheasant breeding grounds." "The shooting season starts soon, so there's some rich pickings to be had." "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." "LYNLEY:" "You fighting fit?" "Now it's official." "Do you feel comfortable being back?" "HAVERS:" "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, apparently, it's coming through." "Good for you." "Can I ask how...?" "Sorry." "It's none of my business." "Ten grand." "10,000 pounds?" "(chuckling):" "That's fantastic." "What are you going to spend it on?" "I haven't given it much thought." "I haven'it into savings.thought." "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." "Yeah." "Bingo." "Ballroom dancing with people twice your age." "Maybe." "It's my money." "LYNLEY:" "Sorry, yes." "Well, look, if you do want a financial advisor," "I can put you in touch with one." "There are some very good ways to invest you know." "Of course I know who she was." "Doing up the old priory so smart London-types can spend the weekend gawping at locals, kidding themselves they're getting back to nature." "What time was this, Mr. Harris?" "7:00, thereabouts." "What were you doing there?" "Walking him." "There a law against that?" "There's a law against trespassing on private property." "There's a public footpath." "Half a mile from where the body was found." "I got lost." "I told this to the young lad took my statement." "Now you're going over it again with us." "Seem to be." "Are you a poacher, Mr. Harris?" "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've 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." "I know the sort already." "London type, weren't she?" "Thinks the countryside is some quaint tourist attraction." "Come up here, before you know it, the local boozer's become a non-smoking wine bar." "Where were you last night?" "Queen's Head till closing." "I come home, watched some rubbish on the telly, to bed." "I come home, watched some rubbish on the telly,went" "Can anyone corroborate that?" "He can." "If you've got anyone speaks dog." "I'm investigating a murder, Mr. Harris." "I don't appreciate sarcasm." "being called names like "poacher."" "And I don't like having my private life poked around in." "We may need to talk to you again." "Are you going to be in the area for the next few days?" "No, I'm going to New York tomorrow on business." "LYNLEY:" "Mr. Walthew?" "This is Detective Sergea" "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." "HAVERS:" "Uh, do you know of anyone who might have had a reason...?" "She was my wife." "I thought she was part of my future." "Everything is uncertain." "You never really know anything." "But I thought she would be there." "I understand that your wife grew up in the area." "Yes, she did." "She lived here until... until she went to university." "That's where we met." "Did she maintain any ties here?" "No." "No, she didn't." "Her parents emigrated to Australia when Sam left for uni." "And yet, you bought this house." "As a business concern, yes." "But it wasn't just a coincidence; it washere." "It didn't hurt that Sam knew the area, but it wasn't..." "wasn't a major factor." "Are you going to find who did this?" "We'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, uh..." "I-I worked late at my office." "I must've got home about 10:00." "I think I went to bed around midnight." "You were alone at home?" "Yes." "LYNLEY:" "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?" "It would have been 10:30, quarter to 11:00." "How did she seem, sir?" "Stressed." "That wasn't unusual for Sam." "A project like this-- and she was managing it on her own-- throws up all kinds of problems with builders and decorators and so on." "She was camping out here to stay on top of everything." "And that's what she was stressed about?" "Yes, I think so." "Yes, I think so." "She'd been quite distant... the last few days." "HAVERS:" "Distant?" "Why?" "I have no idea, just... if something was bothering her, you'd be able to tell from her demeanor, but you'd never know what it was until she was ready to tell you." "She was... preoccupied with something more than work, I think." "Thank you, sir." "Ah, Inspector?" "We've just received something rather curious via E-mail." "It was sent anonymously to the local station, and it seems to have been taken on the grounds." "HAVERS:" "Can you trace the sender?" "No, it was sent from an Internet cafe up at the town." "Now, 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, can't you?" "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 them up conclusively." "LYNLEY:" "Can I keep this?" "Of course, sir." "Circulate copies." "Let's find out who that man is." "I see you've met my new geek." "It's, um, "Tech Specialist."" "It's okay, Simon, some of my best friends are geeks." "Can we do the walk-through, Paula?" "Family snaps by the look of it." "This room's a gold mine." "Tell me something-- where was the husband last night?" "LYNLEY:" "He says he was in London." "Okay, 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." "Well, either that or the husband was lying and he really was here." "Well, we're still 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 enoucome from the clothes of someone who owns one, or has recently come into contact with one." "We're looking for a dog owner in the countryside." "Okay." "So Samantha Walthew and her mystery man finish doing their business on the bed." "What happens next?" "Do we know what happened to him?" "Not yet." "Samantha's footprints are all through here." "She's dodging these stepladders and the various bits and pieces strewn about." "There's no electricity on this floor, not even working lights, so it would have been dark." "Any other footprints?" "Lots-- builders have been coming in and out." "Hers are easy because she's barefoot." "We're trying to lift prints and match them with all the workmen, but it's a bit of a mess." "Doors?" "Windows?" "Nothing's been forced or broken." "So then she comes into the kitchen, which is also dark?" "Mm, and she moves across to here." "There was a three-quarter moon last night-- waning, if anyone cares-- waning, have been some light coming through this window, just enough to see by." "LYNLEY:" "This whole area here is peppered th shot, so presumably the shooter was at... this sort of angle... and... what, two or three meters away?" "Mm." "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..." "Why..." "Why not just leave her here?" "Why bother to take her outside if you're not going to conceal the body?" "Oh, 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." "I'm sorry." "She's... um." "She's having a hard time coping with it, and, um, she thinks she needs some time on her own." "Maybe she's right." "I'm just giving her some space." "And you?" "How are you coping?" "(sighs)" "With the separation?" "WitWith the loss.on?" "It was your baby, too." "I cope." "(door closes)" "Sir?" "Uh, we've identified the man in the photograph." "His name's Philip Turner, and he used to own the priory." "All right, yeah." "I'll pass that on, thanks." "We're going to contact the Morgans," "Samantha's parents, and tell them what happened." "Oh, and the photo by the bedside, it's Kate Morgan, Samantha's sister." "She's three years younger." "So where is she?" "Well, we're trying to trace her." "Uh, don't you think it's odd that James Walthew never mentioned her sister?" "Well, perhaps they were estranged." "Yeah, but..." "you'd still want her to kugh, wouldn't you?" "(dog barking)" "MAN:" "Bismarck!" "It's all right;" "he's harmless." "Aren't you, Bismarck?" "Come here, boy." "Nice car." "Phillip Turner?" "Yeah." "I'm Detective Inspector Lynley." "This is Detective Sergeant Havers." "I don't suppose this could wait until later, could it?" "LYNLEY:" "No, I'm afraid not." "I understand you used to own Grant Priory." "Yeah, yeah, the place had been in my family for 300-odd years." "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, hmm?" "That's right." "Not the most popular outcome, as far as some of the locals were concerned." "Lot of people worried about the gentrification of the countryside around here." "I think they thought that James and Samantha were going to turn the place into some kind of theme park." "How well did you know Samantha?" "Well, we knew each other growing up." "There was a group of us, the village kids, you know." "We were inseparable for a time." "Are any of 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?" "Oh, we saw each other around the place." "Sir?" "Mr. Turner, are you going to make me waste my forensics team's time matching the hairs from this dog to the ones we found in Samantha bedroom?" "(sighs)" "We'd been seeing each other for a few weeks." "It's an affair, Inspector;" "you're supposed to lie about it." "Not during a murder investigation, you're not." "You saw her last night?" "I did." "I went round there about 11:00." "And 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, ake up next to you." "but she didn't want" "Pull!" "(gunshots;" "Bismarck barking)" "I don't think so." "I'm e come up and take a formal statement from you." "HAVERS:" "And, uh, we have to take your gun for forensic examination." "Look, I realize I must be a suspect... but I think there was someone else there last night." "That must be the most predictable thing I could say." "I'm listening." "I didn't see anyone, but when I left, getting into my car, I heard... something." "In the undergrowth." "I don't think that it could have been an animal." "Whereabouts?" "Off to my right, in the grounds." "But you didn't see anyone." "No." "Okay." "Mr. Turner?" "Did you love her?" "No." "This is my world, Inspector." "In the last year, I've lost everything, and I realize that..." "I never really had anything to lose." "It's a strange feeling." "To spend your life desperately clinging onto things that you don't really want." "Probably, I should be up a mountain somewhere, chanting." "But I'm not, I'm here." "Thirty-six fairly pointless years on Earth." "I aspire to nothing in my future, and I may not even be halfway through my life." "I didn't love her, no." "But I will miss her." "Sorry." "We'll talk again, I'm sure." "LYNLEY:" "Okay." "So we get sent this photograph of Samantha Walthew and Phillip Turner arguing, and yet he denies he even saw her yesterday afternoon." "He does admit, though, to having an affair with her and claims that he was with her last night, leaving her around 1:00." "Now we're pretty sure that she was killed within an hour of that, right?" "So he must be the last person to see her alive." "Did you believe him when he said that he didn't love her?" "(scoffs):" "The speech?" "Nihilism in a Barbour and green wellies?" "Did you buy it?" "No, not really." "So, Turner said he thought he saw someone standing over here." "If there was, then, well, that person would have seen Turner leave and Samantha come into the kitchen and go to the sink." "James Walthew?" "We can't corroborate his alibi." "He may have known about the affair" "Either that, or Turner is despitedeliberately pointing us in the wrong direction." "A prowler in the undergrowth?" "That's a bit convenient, isn't it?" "He did say it sounded predictable." "Double-bluff?" "He's a gambler." "Very calm with us." "Maybe he just showed us his poker face." "(bell tolling in the distance)" "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." "Hmm?" "(door creaking)" "(door slamming)" "(panting)" "Ah, here." "Good..." "Yeah." "Look." "I'll go down." "(panting)" "(clattering)" "(door slamming)" "Havers!" "Havers, up here!" "(running footsteps approach )" "(panting)" "Did you get a look at him?" "No." "(sighs)" "(panting)" "What's this?" "M-O-K-I-T-A." "It's not in the dictionary." "No, I don't think it's an English word." "Well, it's probably not English." "(sighs)" "Well, do an Internet search or whatever." "Bye." "(phone beeps off)" "First the photograph, now this." "I think someone's trying to tell us something, Havers." "LYNLEY:" "Well, I mean, it's not just the stock market." "There's art, for instance, property." "Not that you'd get much for 10,000 pounds, but when you get back to London, you really should look into it." "Don't want to leave your money just sitting there in a building society." "Okay, well, what wouldyourecommend, sir?" "Wines, Havers." "Certain wines increase enormously in value, and if you store them right, you get a great return on your investment." "Sir, I think if I was going to spend 10,000 pounds on booze," "I'd want to drink it." "HARRIS:" "Typical Verger-- always where you're not wanted." "Calm down, Bob." "Me?" "What about him?" "He's b like his da d." "No, you calm down." "Calm down." "Hey!" "Excuse me." "Give me that, give me that." "Come on then, come on." "Outside." "Come on, outside." "What the hell's going on?" "LYNLEY:" "You David Hughes?" "Aye." "I'm Detective Inspector Lynley." "I need to talk to you in a minute." "First I want to clear this up." "Where's Liz?" "Outside, with that little spunce." "What's going on here then?" "Well, don't look at me." "Poaching, trespassing, now brawling." "If I was brawling, she'd be talking to that one in hospital." "You know, you are 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." "Yeah, well, quite right, too." "Right." "You two, inside." "This is my pub." "Ourpub." "Well, I'll get to you." "Let me talk to this one on his own." "I want her to stay." "No, he's a good lad, aren't you, Billy?" "Oh, 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." "HARRIS:" "It's between me and him." "It's nothing to do with what you're here for." "I'm investigating a murder, Mr. Harris." "If one of my suspects..." "Don't look so surprised." "If one of my suspects causes an affray right under my nose," "I'm going to make it my business." "Is that understood?" "GARRETT:" "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 then, Constable." "Everything all right, Inspecto" "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." "Well, a very long time ago, yeah." "We were an item, actually." "Oh." "It sort of petered out, you know, when she went off to university." "These long-distance things don't stand much of a chance, do they?" "But you were presumably reacquainted when she and her husband bought the Grant Priory." "Well, I saw hehe place, but we didn't really talk." "Is that a bit strange if you were so close beforehand?" "Well, you didn't know Sam, Inspector." "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?" "Yeah, she was that." "All that time away-- not a letter, not a card, nothing." "Well, ex Amanda Gibson." "I think they had some sort of contact 'cause of James." "James Walthew?" "Mm." "James and Amanda's family were friends before they were born." "It was through Amanda knowing Sam" "It was through Amanda at university.wing Samet her" "Is Billy all right?" "Here's hoping." "Um, what were, uh, Bob Harris and Billy Verger fighting about?" "Well, they don't like Billy." "Well, they don't Who doesn't?" "like Billy." "Oh, this place, the village." "Well, do you blame them?" "Like father, like son, that's why." "What does that mean?" "Oh, it's just a figure of speech." "No, no, it was quite specific." "Well, it's-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." "Well, that's not fair." "No, he's cut from different cloth, that one." "He's 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?" "No." "How old were you when he left?" "Ten?" "Eleven?" "Nine." "You never heard from him?" "My dad's not around anymore." "Do yo 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?" "It's down here somewhere." "Right." "Here we are." "Sorry." "Thanks." "You coped really well today." "Thanks." "Not very grand, is it?" "Well, I know you've come into some money, Havers, but we can't all stay at the Ritz." "That's very funny, sir." "Oh." "Have a good night." "Yeah." "Good night, sir." "(panicked breathing )" "(beeping)" "(sighs heavily)" "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?" "Well, I've got some news uh, Samantha's sister, WellKate Morgan, sir.ewson," "Oh, good." "Where is she?" "Here." "Here?" "Mm, buried in the village churchyard." "The coroner's report lists it as suicide." "She took an overdose in 1989." "And nobody thought to mention this?" "Well, that's not all." "The coroner's report also mentions broken fingernails and a bruise to the cheek that might be consistent with an assault or some kind of fight." "This all happened about three months before Samantha went off to university and the parents emigrated to Australia." "Yeah." "Good work, Havers." "Now we need to find out more about Ron Verger?" "Oh, um, we've listed 31 Ron Vergers living in the U.K." "We're checking them all." "Excellent." "I want to talk again with James Walthew." "When's Samantha's postmortem?" "Um, well, 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." "u a glass of water All right, or something, sir?" "nk you." "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 says a h appy 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." "Phillip Turner." "(sighs)" "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." "Hmm." "Another thing you failed to mention when we last spoke was Samantha's sister, Kate Morgan." "Well, 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 it'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?" "nk you." "Did you have any other questions you wanted to ask me?" "." "Tha" "Well, 'll excuse me," "I have funeral arrangements to make." "When she went away to university, I was devastated." "18 years old, you're gutted when any relationship breaks down," "(chuckles) Just was." "You know the t 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 went and 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?" "(scoffs) No, I'm not into any of that." "It's just that Sam was the only one of us had the guts to get out of this place." "her had the guts to get for that?" "t of this place.u envy" "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." "(paper rustling)" "What did you hope to achieve writing these letters?" "I just, I just wanted her to know how I felt." "I wanted to know if she could feel the same way about me." "Instead, you found she wanted someone more like Philip Turner." "You know, I saw them together." "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 out with him?" "You've met him?" "He tramples on everything;" "he doesn't care." "Born into all that wealth, and what does he do?" "He squanders it." "(scoffs) How could she be so stupid?" "Do you have an alibi for the night that Samantha died?" "I was with Liz all night, and I don't want her to know about this." "She wouldn't understand." "I'm not going to keep your secrets for you." "She'll find out soon enough." "I love my wife, Inspector." "This is my life now." "And I've just got to get on with it the best I can." "Have you heard?" "Uh, 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?" "Uh, 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." "LYNLEY:" "What's happened?" "That useless yokel plod who was stomping about the crime scene?" "Garrett?" "I've just had a call from the lab." "Our size-ten suspect?" "Oh, no." "Thatis 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!" "irst there, wasn't he?" "Yeah, Bob Harris called him when he discovered the body." "I don't believe it." "Havers, have someone find Garrett and tell him to report to us immediately, will you?" "Certainly." "Have you spoken to Helen?" "I'm just worried about Havers, that's all." "(dog barking)" "Mr. Harris." "Make yourselves at home." "We have some interesting news concerning your gun." "Solved the Kennedy assassination, have you?" "We've had some forensic tests done on your gun." "And we've found some unhardened residue on the barrel indicating it's been fired in the last few days." "The miracles of modern science." "What ato prove?" "Are you saying it hasn't been fired in the last few days?" "I shot some rabbits that had been playing havoc in my vegetable patch." "So where are they?" "We ate them." "We?" "Me and him." "will match whatever gun it was fired" "You know that, don't you?" "Notmygun." "We've found some cartridges elsewhere on the ground at 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 appearances?" "I might not be a conventional sort of a bloke." "That doesn't mean I'm suddenly going to decide to go sneaking around in the middle of the 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." "This is the 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 then, or I'd recall." "Do you have any idea who took the photograph?" "How should I know?" "LYNLEY:" "Would you describe yourself, Mr. Turner, as a possessive man?" "I wouldn't say so, no." "Hmm." "You're 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." "TURNER:" "What makes you think I wanted her?" "I told you I aspire to nothing." "Well." "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's ancient history." "Where did he go?" "I don't know." "Abroad, I heard." "We understood he went north." "HAVERS:" "What about his son?" "Billy?" "He's trouble." "That's as much as I know about him." "What kind of troub?" "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?" "Because it just feels like you're trying to provoke me into a confession..." "We're trying to establish who killed Samantha Walthew." "Well, I don't know the answer to that." "(sighs) I'm tired of this." "I suggest," "Mr. Turner, instead of aspiring to nothing, you decide t us the truth and help us eliminate you from our enquiries." "LYNLEY:" "Let me 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." "Hmm." "Who's she?" "I don't know-- it's James Walthew, though, isn't it?" "Yeah." "It might be Amanda Gibson." "(door creaking)" "(chatting softly)" "(chuckles)" "Amanda Gibson?" "I'm Detective Inspector Lynley." "This is Detective Sergeant Havers." "thew." "This is Detective Sergeant Havers.l" "These were her favorites." "Would you like me to leave?" "No." "Actually we do have questions for the both of you." "Don't you think" "James has answered ay?" "It's okay, Manda." "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." "HAVERS:" "Yeah, um, we thought that Miss Gibson, knowing Samantha at the time, might have..." "The coroner's report suggests that there were signs of 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." "LYNLEY:" "You must tell us everything you know, Miss Gibson." "Manda?" "Kate was raped." "A 15-year-old girl, and he raped her." "My God." "HAVERS:" "Who raped her?" "Ron Verger." "Billy's dad." "She was walking home one night from a friend's house." "It must have been 10:00 or 11:00 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." "LYNLEY:" "And were the police ever informed?" "Yes." "Um, Sam and I told the police after Kate's death." "But Ron Verger denied everything, and without Kate, ence, so nothing happened.Kate,no evid" "How soon after this did Ron Verger leave the area?" "Um... a few days." "Perhaps less." "Did anyone else know that this had happened?" "I imagine Samantha told David Hughes." "Um, they were seeing each other at the time, and she was so upset by it." "LYNLEY:" "And then Samantha left?" "I think everything about this place reminded her of what had happened." "Her parents were destroyed by it." "They didn't know the full story, but their daughter committing suicide..." "They emigrated to Australia." "Sam stayed over here and went to university." "I think she wanted a clean slate." "That's why she never told you." "She wanted to forget about it." "They're going to bury Sam just over there." "This was our favorite place, the three of us." "We used to play here when we were kids." "What was Samantha like?" "Um..." "Well, 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, um, bunches in her hair, and the boys used to like to pull them to tease her, and..." "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," "The way she threw herself into... university, and then her career, the affairs she had." "I mean, I'm not a psychologist, but it seems to me n some way a..." "I mean, I'm not a psychologist, 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." "(sighs)" "I believe that." "No, Sergeant Havers." "I really don't think there's any comfort to be had here." "Constable!" "It's a nice motor, sir." "isn't she?" "e motor, sir.istol," "You're a size ten shoe, aren't you?" "That's right, sir, yeah." "How did you know?" "We've wasted precious resources attempting to identify a boot print that we thought was a vital part of a murder enquiry until we discovered it belonged to you!" "Well, I was the first on the scene, sir." "Bob Harris called me." "If I stepped on anything, I'm sorry." "So you..." "So you damn well should be." "Well, yes, but 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 has worked hard to gain the respect and trust of the community." "Now I realize 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 around here's more than keen that you two find out whoever did this to that poor woman." "Now, if that's all, I'll..." "I'll get out of ur road and be on my way." "Ron Verger." "What can you tell us about him?" "Ron Verger?" "Now, that's a while ago." "What about him?" "Well, I understand from Amanda Gibson that he raped Kate Morgan." "Well, supposedly he did, yeah." "But young Kate, God rest her soul-- she went and done that silly thing before we could get her to press charges," "I'm afraid." "But Ron Verger disappeared anyway." "Yeah, he did, yeah." "Walked out on his wife and his kid." "Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say." "Did you question him at the time, Constable?" "Unofficially, I had a quiet word, ma'am, yeah." "I told him to go." "Did I do the wrong thing?" "Or 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?" "HAVERS:" "That's a terrible story, what hap" "LYNLEY:" "It's no surprise they're all glad to see the back of Ron Verger." "And we've drawn a blank with trying to trace him." "You know, I think Billy knows more than he's choosing to tell us." "Good view of the priory." "LYNLEY:" "When was this taken?" "BILLY:" "Few weeks ago." "How well did you know Samantha?" "Not that well." "HAVERS:" "What are the lines for?" "It's the divine proportion, Havers." "Excuse me?" "Well, there's a theory that our notion of beauty is all based around the presence of certain shapes." "A perfectly beautiful face, for example-- you'd have the eyes, mouth, cheekbones, all arranged in a sort of patchwork of rectangles." "How well does" "Samantha score on that?" "Not bad." "Someone knows their stuff." "Clearly it isn't me." "It's not just faces, though, is it?" "You've used the same composition in a lot of these?" "BILLY:" "Most people don't spot it." "I believe the, um, same math governs, uh, sunflower petals and the like." "And fir cones." "Hmm." "What do you do as an encore?" "I investigate murders." "And how's that working out for you?" "Are you sending us photographs, Billy?" "Now why would I do that?" "You tell me." "When I was nind, so not recently." "And after that, it was just you and your mum, yeah?" "and your mum, yeah?" "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." "Well, if you don't believe that story, then you 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, would we?" "Do you want to know what I think?" "I'm on the edge of my seat." "I think you're leaving us a little trabread crumbs 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." "You've got the camera set up to photograph the house she used to live in." "We've recently received a photograph, anonymously, with the victim apparently arguing with a man." "Then someone breaks 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." "I really must b" "We'll be talking again." "I'm sure you know that." "You can trust us, Billy." "HAVERS:" "What's the rush all of a sudden?" "Let me show you." "Something has been troubling me about this picture since the first time I saw it, and I haven't been able to put my finger on what, until I saw Billy's photographs in there." "It's actually a very cleverly taken photograph, because it's in the divine proportion." "Okay, you're going to have to take me through this slowly, sir." "All right." "About 700 years ago, there was an Italian chap named Leonardo Fibonacci." "Now, he came up with a sequence of numbers that appears to define perfection in nature." "So, um, that's the most pleasing shape to the eye?" "Exactly-- well, in theory." "See, if I draw a line here and make a square, what's left is in the same ratio as that with which we started." "So I draw another square there, and another, and so on, and so on." "Okay, I get it." "So what?" "Well, then, we draw a line connecting the corners of the squares like this, until it becomes a spiral." "Yeah." "And the center of the spiral is what Billy is trying to lead us to-- this." "Not this, not Samantha and Turner arguing, but this, a fir tree." "(blaring rock music)" "We need to know what Billy is trying to tell us." "Let's go and talk to him again." "(up-tempo rock tune playing)" "(knocking)" "Call an ambulance, Havers." "(phi think you're too late." "HAVERS:" "Yeah, ambulance." "(siren wailing in distance)" "Mind the step here." "LYNLEY:" "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." "PARAMEDIC:" "That's it." "LYNLEY:" "Dawkins." "Good." "Come inside, there's a computer I need you to see." "DAWKINS:" "No, you see, the thing's passworded." "I've got some software back at the office that should be able to bypass it, but..." "Try Fibonacci." "Right." "(while typing):" "F-I-B-O..." "N-A-C-C-I." "N..." "No." "Mokita." "Try Mokita." "M-O-K-I..." "T-A." "T-A." "(computer beeps) Right, bingo." "It's just photographs by the look of it." "Loads of them." "Go through all of them, will you?" "What for?" "Not entirely sure yet, but, uh, anything unusual." "If you do spot anything, I'll be on my mobile, okay?" "Okeydoke." "So this is what Billy wants us to see." "But why?" "Why this tree?" "There are no other coniferous trees around." "Huh?" "You're absolutely right, Paula." "So why is it here?" "Why has he brought us here?" "MAN:" "Need more of these over here please." "MAN 2:" "Right, Sarge." "MARSHALL:" "You'll notice how the roots have grow up right through him." "Why wasn't the body discovered before?" "There must have been gun dogs running around this area for years." "We found a layer of what I think is going to turn out to be ash." "er the grave.built a" "Ash masks the scent of the body." "Hopefully, he can be identified from dental records." "Can you tell how did died?" "His neck is broken." "By the look of it, he could've been hanged." "How long before we can confirm all that?" "We've got to preserve any evidence that's in the grave around him, so it's going to take us the best part of a day to get him out." "After that, depending on pathology, another few hours to confirm ID and cause of death." "(phone rings)" "Lynley." "It's Dawkins, sir." "I've got something you need to see." "(device beeping)" "Welcome back to the land of the living." "Wasn't the idea." "They found the b" "Who is it, Billy?" "Is it your dad, Billy?" "So most of it's arty Photoshop stuff, until I found this folder." "That's Samantha in the kitchen." "When were they taken?" "12 minutes past 1:00, two days ago." "That's moments before she was shot." "Can you enhance it?" "I'll give it a go." "I was nine years old." "And someone... came to the house looking for Dad." "But he wouldn't let me go with him." "He took his coat." "We'd... we'd been collecting fir cones, and I'd put one in his pocket." "And then, I followed him into the woods." "I was scared." "I heard voices..." "people coming near, and I hid." "I thought I would get into trouble." "I saw him." "Who did you see, Billy?" "Billy, who did you see?" "Dad." "(sighs)" "I saw Dad with people, with people shouting." "She told me not to tell anyone." "Who said that?" "She said that I imagined it." "She said they 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." "Until now." "Who have you told, Billy?" "Samantha." "I told Samantha." "Yeah, it's Ron Verger." "Liz Hughes told him to forget all about it." "Do you believe him?" "All right, then go and talk to Liz Hughes." "Find out what she really knows." "DAWKINS:" "Something's coming through." "I'll call you back." "There's someone there." "It's the killer." "Billy's caught the killer on camera." "You must be able to enhance this, Dawkins." "It's going to be tricky." "Mrs. Hughes?" "Mm-hmm." "I've come to talk to you about Billy Verger." "LIZ:" "Oh, what about him?" "HAVERS:" "Well, I'm afraid to say he's taken an overdose." "Well, is he..." "He's going to be okay, but I need to ask you a few questions." "You see, Billy's be about the death of his dad." "And we found the remains of a body up at the priory." "(phone rings)" "Havers." "I'm at the pub." "Who's there with you?" "I want you to get out of there as quickly and as quietly as you can." "I don't understand, sir." "Well, how did he...?" "He's here." "Havers!" "Hav..." "Barbara!" "Call the Armed Response Unit." "Get them to the Queen's Head as quickly as possible." "(dialing)" "GARRETT:" "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 go over and join everyone, Liz?" "Unless anyone needs a drink?" "No?" "Come on." "And you." "They know about you." "He's a clever man, your boss, isn't he?" "Put the phone down, please." "Pat, what's going on?" "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." "Well, 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 anymore." "What's this, a mutiny?" "It's sense!" "Oh, it's sense, is it?" "demanding justice?" "Hmm?" "Now, let's not forget who started this." "(chuckles)" "Should have seen them, the blood-lust they had for Verger, for what he did to that little girl." "Wasn't much sense going on that night, was there?" "Eh?" "Now he hangs his head." "They all hang their heads-- look at them." "But not the night they all stood by and watched me string him up." "So it was you?" "You killed him?" "No." "We all killed him." "I put the noose around" "I hauled him up, but they were there." "They all complied." "And I stand by what we did." "There's no way this uniform was going to make a difference to that man's fate." "Not at that poor girl did to herself." "He'd still be walking around today, with how many more ruined lives in his wake?" "Hmm?" "You know what?" "I've heard every argument there is for vigilantism, and none of them hold any water." "And even if it did, it wouldn't excuse you of killing" "Samantha Walthew." "Samantha." "They don't know?" "Right little fox in the henhouse, aren't you?" "She'd found out what had happened." "That Billy Verger told her." "It turns out, he saw the whole thing." "Nine-year-old kid, hiding in the bushes, dad Nine-year-old kid, receive justice.shes,tching his" "She knows about Billy, don't you Liz?" "She even feels sorry for him." "Nobody should have to see that." "HAVERS:" "He tried to kill himself." "Only tried?" "Shame." "You killed Sam?" "He knew." "She was going to go to the police." "She was going to tell them." "You were going to talk to her." "Did I say that?" "Or did I say I'd take care of it?" "Grown man comes to me to sort out his mess." "You killed her." "To protect you all." "What?" "From Sam?" "From my best friend?" "A woman who'd spent 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?" "He'd already tried talking to her." "She didn't even know about it at the time; why should she condone what we did?" "Why should anyone?" "We were just teenagers." "I've lived with the image of at man hanging there, dead, for half my life and I regret it every single day, but we did it for Kate... to finish things, not for Samantha to die." "Oh, really?" "So who's all nice and cozy with the bereaved husband, eh?" "Didn't take you very long, did it, eh?" "You..." "Get your hands off me." "You're as guilty as he is!" "I told him to talk to her, persuade her not to say anything, not this." "HAVERS:" "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." "Mm-hmm." "You knew the only person to find it would be Bob Harris, 'cause he was poaching the area." "You knew that he would find the body and call you first." "And I turns up with my big size tens." "(sirens approaching)" "Oh, here come the cavalry." "(sirens continue)" "(tires screeching)" "Inspector Lynley?" "There's a police man in there, very likely armed, and he's taken some hostages including my sergeant." "Is he armed?" "She." "No." "Sir?" "Stay in position." "(dialing)" "(phone ringing)" "That's your way out." "I don't think so." "Come on." "Come on, Havers, pick up." "(phone continues ringing)" "GARRETT:" "Where are you going?" "This is over." "What the hell were we thinking of?" "This is over now." "Not yet, it's not." "Sit down!" "(phone continues ringing)" "Do you know what's happening out there?" "There will be a tactical firearms team preparing to come in here." "Not if they're sensible, they're not." "Constable, you know what you're up against?" "Trust me, ma'am: they're not taking any of us alive." "Oh, I'd sit down if I were you." "No!" "I'm serious, Philip." "So am I." "(Liz screaming )" "Get down!" "(screaming continuing)" "(sobbing )" "(gasping)" "(cell phone ringing)" "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." "None of us want this!" "You want to be careful what you wish for, boy!" "He's still alive!" "Amanda, um, t some pressure on the wound, try and stem the bleeding." "Yes." "Let them go, keep me." "Don't be stupid!" "I've got to go in." "Absolutely not, we have shots fired now." "I'm the ranking officer." "Not once guns are involved, you're not." "If anyone goes in, it's us." "LIZ:" "Sergeant Havers?" "(cell phone ringing)" "I weren't there the night this happened." "I don't know anything about it." "GARRETT:" "You knew about it after, Liz." "Billy told you." "You were an accessory after the fact." "But what could I do?" "GARRETT:" "This whole village knew." "A man disappears in the middle of the night, a man like that?" "GARRETT:" "This whole place knew what had happened to him, but no one asked," "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 ask for help." "So I helped you." "I helped you find justice and protect this community from people like Ron Verger." "And when Samantha decided she was too weak to stomach the vengeance" "Constable..." "Constable?" "You have to give yourself up." "Oh, really?" "And are you going to make me, Sergeant Havers?" "Are you so very brave looking down the barrel of a gun all of a sudden?" "Hmm?" "And here's me thinking you're 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." "You want to walk away, you want to hold your hands up and tell them that what you did was wrong?" "Well, it wasn't wrong!" "And I won't let you do that!" "We're shoulder-to-shoulder here." "(glass shatters;" "shotgun fires)" "(screaming)" "Ah!" "Get in" "Help her!" "Go!" "Go!" "(grunting)" "Stay down!" "(Havers shouting)" "Havers, easy, easy." "It's okay." "(grunting)" "(gasping)" "Come on, let's go." "(sobbing)" "Shh... it's okay." "(sobbing)" "PRIEST:" "And we not commit her body to the ground." "Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust." "Ensure in certain hope that the resurrection to eternal light through our Lord Jesus Christ who will transform our frail bodies that they may be conformed to His glorious body, who died, was buried, and rose again for us." "To Him be glory forever." "Amen." "ALL:" "Amen." "I'm not sure how such a small village recovers from something like this." "Maybe it doesn't." "I feel terrible you haugh all that again." "It wasn't fault, sir." "Well." "You know, all these months, you never talked to me about the shooting." "How you felt about it." "You know, you didn't have to throw yourself on Garrett 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 ack to me, and I realized that it happened," "I'd actually been shot." "And all I could think about was" ""What if it had been an inch to the left, or an inch higher?"" "Yeah, you were lucky." "Yeah." "I was." "But..." "Samantha wasn't, and, well," "I'm here and she's not, and..." "Yeah." "You know, for a while I thought," ""There's been a mistake," "I'm not meant to be here."" "And then in the pub when Garrett put that gun to my face," "I thought..." ""This is it."" "And then I decided-- I don't know why" "I just thought "I am not going to accept that."" "I was angry." "I was so angry." "You certainly were." "And I was frightened." "But you know..." "something's shifted." "Yeah." "Yeah, you seem different." "Do I?" "Definitely." "You seem stronger." "Yeah." "I am." "So have you booked your cruise yet?" "(both chuckling)" "Yeah, somehow bingo and ballroom dancing doesn't seem exciting." "Well, I'm certainly not going to 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." "Mystery!" "was made possible by contributions to your PBS stations from..." "We are PBS."