MAN: Amber Two Zero Alpha, contact wait, out.
Come on!
Contact!
(GUNFIRE)
Enemy! Middle distance!
Danny, get up! Danny!
Ferris! Ferris!
Move it, come on!
(WINCES)
Foxtrot one zero nine three five. Ferris.
Breathing and circulation normal, but dropping away.
(SHOUTS) Come on, what are you waiting for?
Blakefield, let the doctors do their job, come on.
His girlfriend's having a baby.
- Out, everyone! - Sergeant Mac?
- What happened? Croft? - He got hit's what happened.
- You've got to save him. - There's nothing I can do.
- Lieutenant Lockford. - Cat?
I brought you this.
- What's that for? Paying me off? - Are you OK?
I just want to know the truth.
- Cat, I can't. - You can!
No, stop it! Please, stop it! Look, I want to tell you the truth, but I can't.
(SCREAMS)
# Testator silens
# Costestes e spiritu
# Silentium. #
- Dr Cunningham. - Yes?
- DI Harte. Michael Thomas case. - Yes. I remember.
You do know he did it again? Exactly the same.
- I know, I read about it. - How does that make you feel?
Because as far as I'm concerned,
we had him until you changed your mind on time of death.
- OK, I did not change my mind. - It swung the whole case.
As I explained at the time...
"Time of death is notoriously difficult."
- Yes, and there is a window... - Michael Thomas murdered that woman
and, when he was wrongly acquitted,
he raped and murdered another woman in exactly the same way.
Do you think that that has not occurred to me?
I am deeply sorry about it, but...
Are you going to tell that to the woman's parents, or shall I?
Michael Thomas should never have been acquitted.
I'm late, I have to go.
There's going to be a police review. You know that?
Thanks.
Third one this year.
There's a bridge upstream.
Apparently some poet jumped off it 1 00 years ago. Seems to attract them.
The Samaritans put a phone on it.
The last one was a prostitute, drug taker.
Took an overdose and went for a swim. What do you think?
Any idea how long she's been in there?
Hard to be precise, but she looks fairly recent.
No bloating, no skin slippage...
no wrinkling on the hands.
It's not the way I'd want to go - drowning.
What do you make of this?
Michael Thomas.
I heard. Yes, I had the delight of bumping into DI Harte this morning.
- There's going to be a police review. - Yes, I was told all about it.
She's blaming me for changing my mind about time of death.
Harte claims that you altered your position in court.
I didn't alter my position in court. I was asked by the defence brief
whether time of death could be extended by a couple of hours either way.
And you said yes?
Given the circumstances in which she was found,
the atmospheric conditions, her clothes,
of course I said yes. What would you have said?
Exactly the same, I'm sure. I'm not doubting you, Harry.
Anyway,
the defence found a new alibi.
And there was reasonable doubt, so...
...Thomas was acquitted. And everybody thought he probably was guilty,
but that's the British justice system, for better or for worse.
And now the police are looking for a scapegoat. That's all this is about.
Well, we'd better make sure it's not you.
The last thing we need is you being referred to the Home Office.
Hmm.
What does "hmm" mean?
The lungs aren't heavy or waterlogged and there was no foam in the airways.
Drowning doesn't always leave obvious signs, but we'll check
for tiny organisms from the river water that could have been inhaled.
Meaning?
Normally, when someone falls into water, they try and breathe.
Whether they want to or not, their lungs pull in water.
Sometimes we can find these river organisms in the liver
or bone marrow, but I think it's unlikely here.
So you are thinking she was already dead and then dumped in the river?
It's possible.
Dr Alexander.
What do you make of that?
Let's get the head open.
(BONE SAW BUZZES)
Intracranial bleeding.
- Caused how? - It's subdural.
She may have been thrown or fell against something hard.
Before she went in the river?
I would think so. It's possible that the cold of the water
stopped her heart as she went in.
It's known as dry drowning.
That would explain why we found so little water in the lungs.
We'll search along the river path and see if we can find any traces of an attack.
There are no other injuries to suggest a struggle.
What about the barcode?
Home-made, I would say.
- By her or someone else? - I don't know,
but, given the scarring, I'd say it was done in the last year.
Any evidence of alcohol or drugs?
- I've taken samples. - They've gone to toxicology.
Any recent sexual activity?
No obvious indication of semen present, but we'll do further tests.
We have something of an overtime issue.
We're talking about a potential murder enquiry.
I'll see what I can do,
but my DI is going to need persuading to break the bank on this one.
But I thought you dealt with these types of cases on an equal footing?
- Of course we do, but some cases are... - We know she's given birth.
Given the woman's age, I'd say the child has to be under five years old.
I'll check and see if we've received any calls from childminders
or baby-sitters waiting for Mum to come home.
She could also have taken the child with her.
Another sweep of the river?
You mentioned that the bridge was a known hotspot for suicides.
It won't be the first time
that a young woman has decided to end it all for herself and her child.
(MUEZZIN CALLS)
RADIO: Objective clarified, amber two zero alpha proceed when ready. Confirm. Out.
Amber two zero alpha. Roger.
OK, as per the brief, we're going to move to compound orange, secure the location.
- Blakefield, Ryland, Axel, with me. - Sir.
- Sergeant Mac? - Boss?
- Move out. - Prepare to move.
- Blakefield? - Yes, sir?
Let's move.
I'm going to have a quick look through there, is that all right?
Stand back. I'm not interested in your carpet.
(HUBBUB OF VOICES)
All right, let's start wrapping it up at Carpet World.
Thank you for cooperating.
All clear, boss.
- Moving round. - Coming through.
- (WOMEN CHATTER) - Nice and slow.
Come on. That's it. That's it, just walk through.
Ryland. Axel.
- Blakefield. - Moving through.
- (CYCLE BELL) - Down! Down!
Switched on?
Boss.
MAN: Give me back my orange!
- In position, ready. - Moving out.
(EXPLOSION)
Alpha two zero alpha contact. Out.
Ready, Ferris?
- Always ready, boss. - Go, go.
Get up, Danny! Ferris!
Coming through, boss. Coming through!
Danny!
- Danny! - Stop shooting me, boss!
- It's blue on blue! - Danny, get up! Get up!
Stop shooting at me! Blue on blue!
- What are you doing, boss? - Danny!
Boss!
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Blakefield, what the hell are you doing?
- He was shooting at me, Sarge. - It's all right, Sergeant.
With all due respect, sir, it is not all right.
Right, listen up. That was an absolute pile of bollocks.
We are back here tonight at 1 800 hours.
- It's our last night off, Sarge. - And now it's not.
- Come on, Sarge, he was shooting at me. - Blakefield. Go!
You heard the sergeant. Go shower and change. Back at 1 800.
On the double!
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
You want to report it?
- No. - If there's an issue with Blakefield,
- I need to know about it. - There is not an issue, OK?
I'll speak to Major Rutherford.
I think you should, sir.
For the good of the platoon.
- Do you want to help me with this case? - Not particularly, no.
Young woman, found in the river, though probably didn't drown.
Subdural haemorrhage,
- though no signs of a struggle. - Not particularly, no.
I was thinking perhaps you could help me calculate time of death.
Oh, good, it's there. Just checking I hadn't actually laughed my head off.
You're not really worried, are you?
- No, I don't think so. - How did it go last night?
- It was OK. - What happened last night?
Harry went on a blind date.
There's a joke in there somewhere.
It wasn't exactly a blind date. It was a friend of a friend of a friend.
- Did you tell her? - No. Not exactly.
Tell her what?
Harry always gets nervous about telling them he's a pathologist.
It's a mood killer. The champagne is bubbling, the lights are low,
and suddenly I hear myself burbling about posthumous rectal temperatures.
- (PHONE RINGS) - Speak of the devil.
Hello, Charlotte.
Yeah,
yeah, that might be possible.
Lieutenant Lockford.
- Stephen. - Sir.
Why was stop, stop, stop called?
Stupid, really. After all that training,
one of my lads decided to run out in front of me.
- It just got a bit heated. - And who was that?
- Blakefield. - Blakefield?
Isn't he being lined up to be an NCO?
I know.
But no-one got hurt or lost control.
To make sure we are 1 00% ready,
we are going to repeat the exercise again later on this evening.
I'm sure it'll all be fine.
Better go and tell the missus I'll be late for tea, eh?
How is Claire? We've not seen her in the mess recently.
She's fine, sir, thanks for asking.
- And you, Stephen, are you all right? - I'm good, sir, yeah.
I just can't wait to get back out there.
We've been given a tough job.
Thank you, sir.
- What was that all about? - Didn't you see he was shooting at me?
- What did you say to him? - Nothing.
He was shouting at me,
- thought I was Danny! - Bollocks.
He did, all right?
Yeah, right, you are just pissed off cos Lockford's shagging Cats.
He ain't shagging her. Cats is still recovering after Danny's death.
Nah, Crofty said he was always going to see her.
Yeah, I heard that. Lockford was giving her a right good shafting.
Oh!
(SHOUTING)
You want some?
Get up! Up there now.
You got a problem, soldier?
- You got a problem? - No, Sergeant.
You? Have you got a problem, soldier?
- No problem, Sarge. - Anyone?
ALL: No, Sarge.
If you evertouch an officer again,
an officer like Lieutenant Lockford, you'll be joining Crofty
out on civvy street selling the Big Issue, right?
- Right? - Yes, Sergeant.
I know it's hard.
It's the British Army, man, that's how it's supposed to be.
It's not going to be as hard as it is out there.
That's where the fight is, not in here.
But I will say this. I am not going to lose any more of you.
Is that understood?
ALL: Sarge.
You're going to make me choke up in a minute, Sarge.
You aren't half a cheeky bastard. Aren't you? A proper cheeky bastard!
- (WHISTLES CHEERILY) - A second date, is it?
I thought you said there was no sign of an attack on this girl?
Stop changing the subject.
I just thought you might be interested
- in this bruise on her arm. - What?
It's on both arms.
Please! Stop it, please!
They weren't there earlier. She's been in the water at least 1 2 hours.
Some marks and bruising take time to appear.
I know.
I want to tell you the truth, but I can't.
(PANTS)
Amber two zero alpha. Contact out!
(DISTORTED SOUNDS)
(BUZZER)
Catherine!
(PHONE RINGS)
Hi, it's Cats. I can't get to the phone, please leave a message.
Catherine, it's Martin. I was a bit worried about you last night.
Look, I'm outside your place now.
I'm going to grab a coffee and I'll come back later.
- Yes, Andy. - Over to me.
Andy, Andy, pass!
Come on!
(EXPLOSIONS, GUNFIRE)
(BOYS GIGGLE)
Claire?
I'm sorry, Stephen. I did something bad.
I accessed your mobile phone account.
You really should think about changing your password. Anybody could get in.
- What have you done? - Who's Cats?
I saw the number and the times that you called...
- You rang her? - She didn't answer.
Just her voice mail.
She sounds very young, Stephen.
Look, I really don't mind what's been happening.
I really don't mind what's been happening. I've been married to you for seven years.
- Loved you for longer. - What do you think you're doing,
- spying on me? - I thought we were saving for a house.
- Why are you doing this? - You took L2,000
out of the bank yesterday.
That's my money. Money I earn.
Money I risk my life for. I think I have a right to spend it how I wish!
I thought we agreed. No more shouting.
Just be nice.
I'll be gone soon enough.
Four more days and counting.
Yeah, I know you'll soon be gone, Stephen.
I'm just not sure I'm going to be here when you get back.
Stephen!
(PANTS)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Please talk to me. I'm sorry.
(MACHINE GUNFIRE)
(DISTORTED VOICES)
Stephen, please just open the door and talk to me, please.
(EXPLOSION, MACHINE GUNFIRE)
(DISTORTED FRANTIC SHOUTING)
Mark?
Look who it is.
You seen Blakefield?
Nah. You were kicked out, Croft.
- Mark? - You shouldn't be on the base.
What's going on?
I've just got to talk to him, that's all.
- How'd you get in? - You got that money you owe me?
I told you, next payday.
- Post-dated cheque will be all right. - Croft. Leave him alone.
- Y'all right? - Yeah.
- Listen. Have you spoken to Cats? - No. What's happened?
Can I have a beer, please? Thanks.
Thanks.
Harry?
- Charlotte, how are you doing? - I'm good. Thank you.
What are you having? What was it, a white...?
- Dry. - Dry white wine. Thank you.
So how are you? You found it?
Yeah, well, considering I'm the one that suggested it.
Did you? Yes, you did! Sorry, I'm a bit...grrr.
I've had a very, very bad day at work, as you can see.
Really, why? What happened, did...
someone die on you?
- No, no, not exactly. - Why is that funny?
You said you were a doctor, right?
I am, no, you are right, but specifically I'm a pathologist.
That's why I laughed. I'm a forensic pathologist,
- so all the time, I'm cutting up corpses. - Oh, like dead people?
Exactly.
Thanks.
I'm sorry for my reaction, that was really childish, I'm very squeamish.
No, it's completely understandable.
It's why I often don't mention it at first. A bit weird.
It's not like I didn't know you were a doctor,
and I did Google you after we had dinner.
- Did you? I didn't feel a thing. - (LAUGHS)
I found a Dr Harry Cunningham
giving a lecture and then I kind of lost interest.
- Right. - I'm sorry!
So is that what you've been doing today, cutting up dead bodies?
Yep, twice today.
Then how can you have a bad day, though?
I mean, it's not like if the knife slips there's a problem.
No. No, you're right. It was...
- You don't want to know. - No, no. Look, I feel bad.
I do, I'd like to know.
A while ago I did a case, high-profile case, which involved
the murder of a young woman, and I had to give quite crucial evidence in court,
and I was forced to admit that the period of time
in which the woman died could have been quite large.
And the guy got off, because the police couldn't pin him down
for the whole of that time, so the police are now very angry with me
and they want to put me in front of a kind of tribunal thing.
Is it always that inexact, your work?
It can be, yeah. Yes. My two colleagues, for example,
are both brilliant, but we all disagree all the time. It's just how it is.
So it was the police's fault?
Mmm...
no.
I think maybe they could have got a bit more evidence together in the first place,
but, no, I suppose they did what they could.
The terrible thing is that...
-...he did it again. - Killed someone?
Yeah.
That's... That's just awful.
This isn't...
the Michael Thomas case, is it?
I really can't tell you, I'd have to kill you, then kill myself. You, I'd miss.
- (PHONE RINGS) - Sorry...
Sorry, I have to...
- Leo. - Harry, hi.
There's been a call, a body at Hillston Barracks.
Isn't Nikki on call tonight?
She was, but she can't do it.
- I can, but I've got this... - It's fine, I'll do it.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, it's fine.
- Text me the directions. - That's great.
OK, thanks.
- I'm really sorry. - You have to work?
- I do. I've got to do my thing. - Can we do this again?
- I'd really like that. - OK.
- I'll call you...I will. - OK.
- Sorry, bye. - No, no, really, go.
Dr Cunningham, forensic pathologist.
Just pull round to the right, just behind that truck, please.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Good evening. Are you Mrs Claire Lockford?
No... No, no, no!
(CLAIRE SOBS)
Dr Harry Cunningham. I'm the pathologist.
DI Harte.
Major Rutherford, Dr Harry Cunningham.
- I'll show you what we've got. - OK.
Lieutenant Stephen Lockford. 31 years of age.
Found inside the Land Rover after 6.00pm by three of his men.
Close contact gunshot wound...
Exit wound, top of the head...
Shot through the roof of the mouth.
- There you go. - Thank you.
This is my fault.
Stephen, he was...very ill, I shouldn't have shouted at him.
- How was he ill? - Couldn't you see?
Or did he just save all that up for when he got home?
Stephen was a brilliant officer.
Jason was always saying how much the men looked up to him and respected him.
Yeah, he was a great officer.
He was a great officer.
Till that first tour of Helmand, then when he came home, it were just like...
- I want to go there. - No...
The base is in lockdown, Claire.
We'll just have to wait.
- Come on, just sit down. - (SIGHS)
Why was the body taken out of the vehicle?
They were meant to be doing a training exercise.
Lieutenant Lockford didn't show.
The men sent ahead found him and acted on instinct.
- You think he would have been dead? - The moment the gun was fired.
Maybe the soldiers didn't know that.
Maybe they looked inside and instinctively opened the door
- to try to help him. - That's correct.
- The gun was found there? - Yes.
- So as the body was pulled out... - The gun fell to the ground.
- That's the story. - What make is it?
- Makarov. - What's that, Russian?
According to the major. Smuggled out of Afghanistan.
The Afghan army and police force use them, apparently.
That's a souvenir?
The regiment were out there 1 2 months ago.
- They're about to go back again. - No bullet?
Still searching.
Major, when can I speak with the men who found the body?
They're all confined to barracks, standing by.
Is there any indication how long the base will be in lockdown?
Let me speak with the men and find out what they saw, and then,
- all being well, you can lift it. - Thank you.
Can I just say, Lieutenant Lockford was one of our finest officers.
I spoke to him this afternoon.
He seemed in good spirits.
Well, until I know otherwise, Major, I'm going to treat this as a suspicious death.
It looks like a suicide and it may well be a suicide - but for the moment...
You have a job to do, I understand. Of course.
- And you need to do yourjob, Doctor. - Yep. All working together.
When can you finish the postmortem?
I'll start tomorrow.
I only mention it because if this is a murder...
all my potential suspects are flying off for Queen and country
at the end of the week.
Major - was Lieutenant Lockford married?
Yes. Her name's Claire.
I accused him of having an affair.
Stephen?
I shouted at him.
The last thing he was thinking was that I didn't love him.
- No. - Yeah.
I accused him of lying and cheating and...
You loved him,
- Claire, and he loved you. - (DOORBELL RINGS)
Who is that?! I don't want to see anybody.
Just tell them to go away.
MAJOR RUTHERFORD: Joanne, is Claire here...?
- It's Major Rutherford. - Oh... Hello.
Hello, Claire. I've brought with me Detective Inspector Harte.
- Yeah, I want to speak to him. - It's a her, actually...
- And the pathologist. - Mrs Lockford. Deepest condolences.
Thank you. Thank you for coming to see me.
Come on in.
Thank you, Major.
When he came back from Helmand, he said he didn't like the way I did his washing.
The way it smelled, the way it was ironed...
So he wanted me to buy a cement mixer...
...because out in Helmand that's what he'd used, a cement mixer.
Put in the water, soap...Iet it spin around for 20 minutes, hang it out to dry.
It'd worked perfectly well out there, so that's what he wanted meto get.
When did he get back from Afghanistan?
1 8 months ago.
You said that when he left this evening,
he was...
- in something of an emotional state. - Yeah.
- Was that unusual? - Well, not...
Not in the last six months. He, er...
must have somehow held it all together when he got to the base.
Is there a possibility that he was suffering from post-traumatic stress?
I mean, for example, had he been showing signs of short-term memory loss
or, er...hypervigilance -
I mean, um...
irrational fears? Er...
Had he been drinking more?
Yeah, he...
I tried to tell myself that it was the drink that was doing it.
Well, you know better than me that Afghanistan
is a traumatic place to be. Um...
And PTSD - if that's what it was -
can build up over a period of time, but very often there...
was a single original trigger event. Do you know of anything like that?
- He lost a man. - Danny Ferris.
They ran into an ambush.
They were two days away from coming home.
He was haunted by it.
It wasn't just because he... he was wounded himself, he...
...he'd, um...
...wake up every night in...
...cold sweats,
shouting out and saying his name.
I wasn't able to help him, I...
I didn't tell anybody.
You weren't to blame, Claire.
- Sorry... - OK.
Can I...?
Can I ask you, um...
...where did he shoot himself?
Was it in the head?
Yeah. He, um...
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
...he'd often say that he wanted to, er...turn his brain off.
Turn his brain off - get rid of the pictures and the noises.
Did he keep a gun in the house?
Yeah...
Before he moved into his own room, he...
...he used to keep it under the pillow.
(SIGHS)
You know a lot about PTSD.
Well, I'm a doctor, and I read The Lancet and that kind of stuff.
And?
You want to know more about it? Sorry, I thought you were being polite.
Well, it's estimated that three to four per cent
of the armed forces suffer from PTSD - or have suffered from it.
That doesn't sound very much.
Less than America, but it's still thousands of people.
- Lockford wasn't even diagnosed. - No.
So, it's looking like a suicide.
Subject to the postmortem - as always.
Do me a favour... Let someone else do time of death.
- Hey. - Hey!
- Kids in bed? - Darren is, but Gemma's on the computer.
So?
So...
Yeah, they asked us a lot of questions.
They wanted to know where we were, where he was, stuff like that.
How do you feel?
How do I feel?
- We lost a good man. - Mm.
How much did you know?
About his condition?
I knew some. Not all.
And have you ever felt like that?
No.
- You promise me? - Yes.
I really don't want you to go.
We're going to be fine.
Yeah? Zip that...
We're going to be fine. OK?
Have you still got that cross I bought you?
It's just that...Claire said that Stephen had lost all his faith.
Soon as I get on the plane...
on it goes. Promise.
Yeah?
I don't want to mess about with God, man.
Come here.
I love you, Jason... So much.
- Dr Cunningham! - Yeah?
The police are denying that they're to blame.
What are you talking about?
The Michael Thomas case...?
- If they're not to blame, who is? - No comment.
- Are youto blame, Dr Cunningham? - No comment...
I know what the headline says, but if you read the whole article, then...
He shouldn't have been speaking to the reporter in the first place, I agree.
Yeah, I will speak to him as soon as he arrives.
- OK, thank you. - Do you really think he said all this?
No, it's just typical tabloid rubbish.
Some reporter trying to cash in on the Michael Thomas case.
You've read it, then?
- You have been misquoted, yes? - Of course I have.
What were you doing having a drink with a reporter?
I didn't know she was a reporter.
- Ah, the blind date! - Yes. I cannot believe she has done this.
You've spoken to...Charlotte Jenkins?
I've left a few thoughts on her voice mail, yeah.
So, the fact that we disagree all the time...
I just said it was part of the job that we have different opinions.
- Oh, I disagree. - What?
I think we do disagree.
Anyway, I'm very sorry, I should have been much more careful.
Yes. You should have been.
I don't mind you and me sharing an honest opinion between ourselves -
- but to go to the press... - I didn't go to the press.
"Pathologist Blames Cops In Thomas Case"?!
You blamed me.
No, I don't blame you, and I didn't say it.
He didn't know who the woman was.
Well, that didn't stop him blabbing his big mouth off.
I spoke in abstractions about pathologists,
the police and a judicial service
which I'm sure youwill agree we all find very frustrating from time to time.
She was the one who made the connection with Michael Thomas.
Did she specifically ask you about the case?
Yes - I told her at once I couldn't talk about it and left soon afterwards.
If you're looking for press help before the police review...
You seriously think that this is going to help me(?)
- We found the bullet. - From the gun at the scene?
- Mm-hm. - Good.
- When are you starting the PM? - Er, half an hour.
- I'm going to Hillston Barracks. - Are you not going to watch the PM?
I think I can trust you to get it right this time.
- All ready when you are. - Unbelievable, isn't it?
What - a journalist meets someone
who has the inside track on a great story and then sells it?
- That is unbelievable, how could she(?) - Are we ready?
Yes, we're ready.
Dr Alexander.
We think - hope -
this might be the woman's jacket found upstream from her body. Looks like blood.
Well, we found bruising on her arms,
suggesting that someone was pretty rough with her.
This blood could belong to that person.
If I send this away, it could take weeks to come back.
- Do you think you might have some time? - I'll see what I can do.
I'll show you where else we think we found some blood.
Did you find any ID in the jacket?
Yeah, a set of keys, a bus ticket and L2,000 in cash.
- L2,000? - If she was a prostitute...
What was she doing for L2,000?
Did you find any alcohol or drugs in her system?
No alcohol, but there was evidence that she'd taken a type of alpha-blocker.
L2,000... It's possible someone was trying to rob her,
and she fell or jumped in the river trying to escape.
Hang on - but we know she died from an internal wound in her head
and that was caused before she hit the water.
Here you go...
So... What do you think,
she was attacked here
and killed -
her jacket came off in the struggle...
She ended up in the water - floated downstream to where we found her?
Well, if this isthe attacker's blood,
then it certainly wasn't very well thought through...
There's evidence everywhere.
Any news on the possibility of a child?
Not yet.
If this is her jacket, then the bus ticket has told us where she got on.
We're doing a door-to-door in that area.
What does she want to see us again for?
DI Harte needs to clarify what happened when you found the body.
- I told her yesterday what happened. - The police need to put it together.
It's a formality.
I heard they were treating the boss's death as suspicious.
That's normal procedure, but they now know it was suicide.
Do they know why?
Well, according to his wife,
the boss was suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.
They think it started after our last tour when Danny got killed.
That's why he was shouting Danny's name at me.
Well, whatever happened over the last couple of days,
that was one of the breaking points.
- I didn't know what was going on... - It's not yourfault...
Hey! You weren't to know. It wasn't your fault, OK?
What if the coppers ask about the PTSD, Sarge?
- Then you tell 'em the truth. - I had no idea he was.
Then tell 'em that. No-one knew what the boss was really going through.
Obviously his wife did, because that's where he took it.
Didn't you see it, Sarge?
Look. We were all affected by Danny's death. The boss was no different.
You know, we all got to talk about it and deal with it in our own way.
I assumed the boss was doing the same.
Post-traumatic stress, it's like a sniper, man.
It'll creep up on you. And just when you think you're safe...
Come on. Let's go.
Just tell me again what happened when you found the body.
I thought we'd done all that.
We were due to repeat the assault exercise at 1 800 hours.
Come on! Get down.
We assembled outside the armoury at 1 745.
We waited for the boss, but he didn't show up.
What were you doing before you assembled?
We had downtime, so I went for a run.
Alone?
Yeah.
OK. So you assembled outside the armoury. Then what?
Myself, Axel and Ryland were sent ahead to sort out comms and talk to the DS.
Who sent you ahead?
Sergeant McDermott.
And when you got to the Afghan village...
that's when you saw the Land Rover?
Yeah, about five minutes later.
Guys, wait here for the Sarge...
I thought Isaw blood on the windscreen.
Boss!
Get over here! Move it!
Boss...?
- Get the Sarge! - What's happened?
What does it bloody well look like?!
Mark, he's dead... Mark, he's dead!
Mark, listen, mate... Mark, what are you doing? He's dead!
Get off me! Go get the Sarge!
I can save him...
Come on, boss!
Stand back...
Stand back!
Reid, get the OC!
Lieutenant Lockford was a fine officer.
He looked out for us and that, and...
...he wasn't too poncey or up his own arse.
I must admit, the last couple of months, the boss...wasn't himself.
DI HARTE: In what way?
- Well...we had conversations. - About?
Well, he used to get these headaches.
I thought he just had a hangover, but...
Did you ever suspect that he might be suffering from PTSD?
No.
I did suggest he talk to someone,
get help...
Did he? Get help?
The truth is, I don't know what officer would say he was having problems.
I don't think I would have done in his position.
Helmand was pretty full on, yeah.
But we hadn't lost anyone up until that point.
I still don't know how it happened, but...
one minute we were approaching the suspect poppy fields...
BLAKEFIELD: Croft was on point.
The boss had given us the brief, we knew what to do.
He had Private Ferris as his signaller.
I was tucked in behind Croft.
I reckon we must have walked into something,
cos the insurgents weren't really prepared.
They just saw us and it all kicked off.
Contact!
We all got in the dirt...
(SHOUTING)
Amber Two Zero Alpha! Contact made.
At 1 330 en route to target location.
Contact made at 1 330 en route to target location!
It was Lockford who decided to have a go at 'em.
Croft, Blakefield! To me.
Sergeant Mac, I will take two section right flanking.
- Lay down fire support on my shout. - Sir!
Ryland, Cooper on the right - you two, me and Ferris. Ready, Ferris?
Always ready, boss!
- Ready, Ferris? - Always ready, boss.
Now!
Go! Go!
(GUNFIRE)
(SHOUTING)
You go first, we'll provide cover.
And then we were ambushed.
They were up on the ridge and to the left of us...
And then Danny got shot.
I didn't see it happen.
Man down! Man down!
- I heard Blakefield shout... - Ryland, to me!
You knew we had to get them out ofthere.
BLAKEFIELD: We were caught in the open.
Contact!
Danny!
Get up, Danny!
Ferris! Ferris...!
Me and the lieutenant dragged him out.
Boss! You and me get Danny. Let's move!
Contact!
Pull back! Pull back...
We did what we could for him on the ground,
but we had to get him back to the FOB.
ON RADIO: Amber Zero Two Alpha. Casualty coming in, priority four.
Gunshot wounds to the legs, arm and severe neck wound.
Vital stats, non-responsive...
We got him to the hospital tent.
One zero nine three, Private Ferris...
(URGENT SHOUTING)
Airway blocked, breathing and circulation...
- Come on, what are you waiting for? - Blakefield, let the doctor do his job!
Come on, get round there.
- You've been hit, sir. - Shrapnel, I'm fine. Sort Ferris.
- What happened? Croft...? - He got hit, that's what happened.
- Sergeant Mac. - Yes, sir!
Get his Osprey off. We've got to save him!
Get that body armour off! Everyone. Move it!
Get a line in... Get a line in!
Let the doctor do his job. Come on, Croft!
You're doing well, Ferris. Keep in there.
We're going to get you home.
I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do.
We've got to get him home!
He got shot, sir. It's a war, it's what happens.
We were all...
We were all really gutted.
Did you find anything interesting?
Oh, a bunch of stuff. Bags, wallets, keys, a load of mobile phones.
When the police come down here,
the prostitutes and dealers tend to throw their pay-as-you-gos over the side.
We'll check to see if there's anything relevant.
(MOBILE RINGS)
Stern...
(MOBILE RINGS)
- Hello? - Hello?
Is this Cats?
Er... Can you hold on for a minute?
Who are you? And how do you know my husband?
My husband has been found dead,
and I would like to know whatyou've been doing with him.
What have you been doing with him?!
You know when you get that feeling when something feels all wrong?
Yeah...I do.
- You'd better call Harte. - What, now?
Yep. We're going to make her day.
- Is that what you want me to tell her? - (LAUGHS)
No, just tell her it now does look like a murder.
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