You give up? Best of three.
OK, first to the quarry.
Louis?
Oh... The rooks have had a go, then. Yep.
Any ID? Yeah, driver's license.
Shane Thurgood. He's got a flat in the city center.
Well, someone get over there, then.
So if the birds were having a go at daybreak...
time of death?
Past peak of rigor mortis.
Chest split into clot and serum.
So less than 24, more than 12. Yeah.
Would I be clutching at straws
to say cause of death was shotgun wound to the sternum?
Biggish bullet to the liver, no exit wound.
Soft-nosed round, then, eh?
Whoo, get you! She told us.
Out here, my money's on a hunting rifle.
We're looking for a cartridge, yay big,
preferably with prints.
We'll do our best.
Wanna get a metal detector up here. That'd help.
What about the car?
Well, we're trying to shift it but the battery's gone.
What, left the lights on? Aye, maybe.
So it came after dark. Hm.
What you got?
Ah... nothing.
The herd have been through here.
Can't see bugger all.
There's tire tracks up the lane from the victim's car and the quad bikes.
Plus,
I found these house keys in the jean pocket.
The quad tracks - that's the kids, yes?
Yeah.
So the killer either traveled with the victim...
...or came on his own two feet.
Eurgh!
Oh, get over yourself, man!
It's animal feed.
Look, soya without the latte.
Yeah?
There's a bag of those pellets in the car boot.
Say he's poaching.
Well, poachers don't live in the city center.
He's got the feed.
He's luring them for an ambush.
All right, so say he's got a gun.
Someone uses it against him.
He's taken it from the scene, obviously.
Well, it's worth a punt.
See if he's got a gun license.
Not that that means anything.
And I want a thorough search of the surrounding area.
Does that include Cumbria,
or just the half of Northumberland we can see?
Cumbria? Never heard of it!
Did you see anyone on the way up here?
Farmer? Hikers?
I don't think so.
Take your time, there's no hurry.
It's a blur, really.
What did you do when you came across the body?
Rang Mam.
You didn't touch anything? No.
No way. Ah, good girl.
And you've been here ever since?
Yeah, till Mam got here.
Nearly had a heart attack when she rang.
So you called us and then came up here?
Yes, I was just down the road.
I do breakfasts on the estate.
Oh. The season must be in full swing.
Very much so.
Do you recognize him at all?
Well, he... lives in the village, doesn't he?
I know him. Shane Thurgood. He lives at his granddad's place.
Oh, right.
So he can give us next of kin.
No, granddad's passed. Shane came back to do the probate, I think.
How do you mean, came back? He lived here as a kid.
Well, up till college or whatever.
But I can't say we were on more than nodding terms.
Tire tracks here, at least.
Lights are on. Left in a hurry.
Right. Anything that can tell us about Thurgood's family.
Ma'am, you should see this.
The door's been forced.
Break-in? It's got to be connected.
He's out poaching... the killer finds him...
comes back here to cover the evidence.
Or find something, something they wanted.
Is it fur?
No, it's too long.
I think it's human hair.
Right, door-knocking round the parish.
House-to-house, pub, post office, if they've still got one.
All the usual standard questions.
Did they know him, what did he do, and when did you last see him?
At this stage, let's say "missing".
Village folk believe anything? Kenny's right, they'll all know.
Here we go - uses of hair.
Voodoo. Wig-making.
Crop protection. Acts as a repellent.
Explains a lot, Ken. Against deer.
They won't go near anything that smells of people.
So if hair repels them and fodder attracts,
confuse the beast, you've got him where you want him.
Right?
With me.
Here we go.
OK... Joseph Thurgood. Probate transfer.
Was Shane the only beneficiary?
We're trying to trace his next of kin.
I'm pretty sure it was just him.
Obviously, Joe's son and daughter-in-law predeceased him.
Shane's parents are dead?
Yes, collision on the A69.
He was nine, I think. Hm.
What was he like, granddad?
I think the polite term is "curmudgeon".
Certainly not your first choice to raise a bereaved child.
Did Shane have a partner?
If there was, they never came up.
So he was planning to live there alone?
Oh, no, he said he was going to sell it. He was pretty sure about that.
So did he instruct an agent?
He didn't need to.
Peyton's, the estate owners, offered the asking price plus 20 per cent.
No one else got a look in.
And you were negotiating the deal?
I was. He pulled out.
Why? No idea.
I presumed he couldn't bear to part with it.
Nobby No-Mates, as far as I can gather.
Well, you're not trying hard enough!
Beaky lot, round that way. Come on!
I'm telling you. There's not even crackpots with conspiracy theories.
Well, it's changed since my day.
Any death guaranteed someone saying it's witchcraft.
So if he's got no connections,
is it odd he wants to stay all of a sudden?
Do the place up, open a B&B, yoga courses.
That's why people move these days.
Biggest piece of bullet I can find. Disintegrated in all directions.
So without the cartridge, we're screwed on the ballistics front.
Pretty much. Well, at a wild guess?
High-powered .308 with a soft-nosed round?
Ooh, he's been talking to Shep and all, then.
From the damage I can tell you dum- dum bullet, so probably homemade.
They're banned, aren't they? Not against animals.
What about angle of entry, range and all that?
Close range, two or three feet. Not intending to miss.
Don't worry, first one's the worst.
Photo.
Where he died, I think it's his own land.
Have you got details of the probate?
Yeah, it's just here.
There.
Yeah, it comes with a few hundred acres of scrub.
Granddad's had it since the '50s.
If a deer comes on your land, that's poaching?
Ma'am, Kenny's inside the property in the town.
Will you put him through?
Kenny, what's the flat like?
Thurgood lives alone.
Not house proud.
What do the neighbors have to say about him?
'He's a loner, but not unfriendly.'
They recognized him at the newsagent, but first name only.
Did they tell you anything useful, like his job?
'He claimed to be some sort of novelist.'
What, as a hobby or published?
He had one published, apparently. But I've never heard of him.
Oh, well, rules out children's books, then, eh?
'Ha!'
Mark?
Bank account, credit cards, all recent transactions.
How was he supporting himself?
And maintaining two properties? Exactly.
Today?
How far's this from the murder site?
It's about a mile.
Still warm.
Probably torched last night.
No, I'd say the night before.
Busy place for the middle of nowhere.
Look at this.
More animal feed. Casting further afield.
And they shot out the tyres.
SOCO picked up at least six cartridge cases.
Champion, just need to find one now at the murder scene.
Cor, he really went to town on this, though, didn't he?
Hm. It wasn't a mistake, that's for sure.
Is that hiding something or just for the craic?
It's not much of a trophy, is it?
A clapped-out set of bull bars.
Shep, what have you got?
Well, number plate's local, registered to a Linus Campion.
According to the PNC, the vehicle was reported stolen.
When? This morning, first thing.
But I ran this Campion, he's got form for twocking.
Insurance job.
So when did we last have contact with this bloke?
He was brought in last year for poaching.
What was that you were saying about witchcraft?
Not for you, is it?
It's a scarecrow.
Morning. Don't tell me, pet.
Neighborhood Watch? Northumberland & City CID.
Sorry, I thought you were noise patrol.
Could you turn that down, love?
So which one of you is Linus Campion?
What have I done now?
Do you know Shane Thurgood? He's dead, isn't he?
Well, did you know Shane Thurgood?
Did when I was a kid. Why?
When did you last see him? No idea.
Seen him out and about on the fells a few times but he wasn't chatty.
What, not chatty with you or not chatty in general?
A bit of both.
Did you see him Tuesday night? No.
So what were you doing?
Watching Thor on Netflix. Have you seen it?
You selling any venison today? Try your luck end of season.
Those crows out front.
What do you shoot them with? A rifle.
I've got a license. Can I see it?
Chickens don't grow on trees.
Shut your noise, Hursty.
We don't want the nice lady thinking you're daft.
.308? Legal?
Do you keep it in a secure locker?
Most of the time. What's this about?
You called about your missing truck. Oh, yeah.
Well, we found it - burnt-out, up the fell with a stag in the back,
shot by a rifle just like yours.
That sounds like poachers, then.
That's what we thought.
When did you notice it was missing? You only called in this morning.
The truck was stolen, I reported it.
It's not that big a sin, is it?
Except your pick-up isn't insured, Mr. Campion.
Nor did it have an MOT, which is a very serious offence.
So we'll continue this conversation under caution in Newcastle. Come on.
Right, soft lad, a few misdemeanors.
Campion, on the other hand... Want a lever arch or box file?
The vet find anything in the stag?
No, same story. Not enough bullet intact.
And the casings around the truck don't match their rifles. Sorry.
We'll take Campion first.
Why report it stolen? I mean, no tax, no nothing.
You're just putting your hand up for a driving ban.
No comment.
It's not like you don't know your way around a charge sheet.
No comment.
Still, poaching... just a slap on the wrist these days, isn't it?
Does that mean you were worried about getting done for something worse?
A lot worse? Like what?
The murder of Shane Thurgood?
No comment.
Another "No comment".
Ma'am? Ballistics report.
Thank you, DC Shepherd.
What is it?
You've got a match to me, haven't you?
He hasn't got mental health issues, has he?
I don't want to end up in front of a tribunal.
Nah, he's just an eejit.
Hursty's admitted he and Campion were on the fells night of the murder.
And there's me just doing an email for the insurers.
They both had rifles. So let's take him back there, walk him through it.
Nice one, Shep.
Only came out for a couple of hinds.
There he is, dead as a yoyo.
We'd only gone and shot a bleeding stag.
I was gutted, tears in my eyes.
We're very moved.
Then what? Nicked off? Linus went ape at me.
And where was he? There, playing at keeping lookout.
Swears he hears a vehicle.
So we shove it in the back of the pick-up -
I mean, I shove it in, doing all the donkeywork as per.
You're not gonna leave it for the birds, are you?
Oh, no. So then what?
We load up the beast, all good.
And then, boom! It all kicks off.
What, shots? Right by my ear.
For all his talk, he's not much of a shot, that Barnes.
Barnes? Peyton's head gamekeeper.
Peyton?
Will Peyton, Lord of the manor.
At least, he acts like it. Peyton.
Didn't they bid on Shane's land? I'll check.
You didn't see Shane Thurgood? No.
Are you sure? Yes.
Not on the moor?
Not on the way back?
And when we see the pick-up getting torched, we split up,
made our way home separately.
Via the pub, obviously.
I'll send Edwards down the pub, shall I? Yeah, right.
Of course, Campion could've met Thurgood later.
Right. Coffee with milk. Thanks.
Ponce-a-ccino with gingerbread.
And an application for a restraining order for our Mr. Campion.
It wasn't processed?
Close call. We let him off with a stiff talking-to.
No wonder domestic violence goes under reported.
Who's his missus?
A Vanessa Barnes. Who?
That's Saskia and Louis's mam.
So they were your kids found Shane's body?
Aye.
Didn't mention it. Thought you knew.
And you're separated from their mam.
Divorced.
Married young. What were you, 17? 16.
Shotgun wedding.
Well, the marriage didn't go very well at all from what we can see.
There's still a bit in there. It sets the scanner off at airports.
Who shot you?
Allen Barnes. That's her dad.
What, the gamekeeper? Proper nutter.
Said he'd aim properly next time if I went near his daughter again.
Or my kids.
Sorry, Sass. I don't know what's happening to your dad.
Sass!
Not scared of Barnes, then.
Poacher's daughter.
Tough as old boots.
Ness?
I think the police are here.
I'll deal with it.
Northumberland & City Police.
Wait a moment, please.
Take more than a dum-dum to knock him out.
That one's not for shooting. That's for stalking, following the trail.
"The Emperor Hadrian".
What kind of a daft name's that to call an animal?
Couldn't agree more.
We call him Brian. Were you looking for me?
And you are? Clara Peyton.
DCI Vera Stanhope. DS Joe Ashworth.
Is this about poor Shane? Sorry, he's all over the village.
We'd like a word with your head keeper, Allen Barnes.
I'm afraid he's out on the moor with a client at the moment.
Dad's stalking, right? Mm-hm.
Sorry, you're Allen Barnes' daughter?
Yeah, well, one of them.
I've a sister, Ness. I think you've met her?
Aye, Sassi and Louis' mam?
So this is a family business, then?
I know. Old-fashioned but it works for us.
Look, I'm sorry, but my dad never takes his mobile with him, so...
Does he make an itinerary?
Our friend here doesn't really have a routine.
We've not seen hide nor hair of him for two months. He could be forever.
But I could take a number and give you a ring as soon as...
No, don't you trouble yourself, love.
Is there somewhere we can wait?
Of course. Follow me.
Down!
There.
How well did you know Shane Thurgood?
Now or in the past?
Both.
In the past...
...we were in the same class for ten years.
When Dad started training him, we - Training him?
For what? To shoot?
To stalk, yes. Hm.
Well, he became part of the furniture.
How do you mean?
Spent most of his time here.
I think that was avoiding his grandfather more than being with us.
So really you'd consider him to be a family friend?
As a teenager, yes.
But I wouldn't say we knew him now.
That's strange. Your sister said she hardly knew him.
Right.
Well, I suppose it's all relative.
Hello? Police. Here about Shane.
Of course. Mr. Peyton.
Awful, awful news. How can we help?
Did you know there was trouble on your land the night of the shooting?
What sort of trouble?
Some poachers had their truck burnt out near the crime scene.
Right. And Shane was mixed up in that, was he?
You know, I'm not sure Dad was even out that night.
We have a witness says he was.
Right. Well, I'm sure he can help, then.
Poachers are an occupational hazard. We don't take them too seriously.
So could you show us where your guns are kept?
Mind the step. Right.
Joe, get all those vehicles checked.
Allen's HQ.
Mark, I need you to run a few checks.
Guns are in the locker, obviously.
Could I have the key? No. There's only one, as per.
And Dad never lets it out of his sight, so...
That's blooding after your first kill.
It looks more brutal than it is.
But keeping up tradition, I see.
Sass? She's not afraid of anything.
And the lad?
Louis? Where's he?
He's not quite made it to the wall of fame.
When did you last see Shane Thurgood?
Eight or ten weeks ago.
We went to visit the farm. He was there.
And you didn't see him again? No.
I did most of the negotiation via email.
And you didn't meet during the sale?
No, Clara handled all the paperwork.
But you authorized an increased offer twice.
Well, no, we both did. I'm not the boss. Mm.
How did you feel when the sale fell through?
Well, to be honest, it was quite infuriating.
Not the old farm, obviously, it was the land we really wanted to secure.
This place is massive. Why d'you need the extra space?
Doesn't exactly enhance the surroundings, does it?
How long's it been like this?
Too long.
I don't like to speak ill of the dead,
but old Joe Thurgood was running a scrap fiddle.
All this tat should, by law, be properly disposed of.
The herd, in its wisdom, decided this was the preferred route.
If you're in the stalking business and this is the trail, you follow.
Wild beasts... contrary bunch.
What do the clients think of an eyesore like this?
They're polite. It doesn't scream bucolic, though, does it?
So we thank God we've got Emperor Hadrian to balance things out.
So there's no trophy for shooting the Emperor?
Lord, no. He's worth much more alive.
People from all over the world only see photos.
I've only seen him three times and I market the fellow.
So poachers shooting your stag would be more than an annoyance for you,
hm? They come across the Emperor...
could scupper your whole set-up.
Sassi said the rooks had got him.
How are the kids doing? She's a toughie.
Tougher than the lad, anyhow.
Did you ever see him out on the moor, Shane?
Occasionally.
In the distance.
So you didn't speak to him at all?
If I was out there, I was with a client.
You don't charge by the hour and then stop for small talk.
But you did know him when he was a lad, right?
For a while.
He came to me. I blooded him, toughened him up.
Into the family tradition, eh? I did my best.
It didn't do much good.
Upbringing like he had...
...meant he was in on himself, you know?
I mean, he was good-hearted. But his mind was messed up.
I feared for him in the town, I really did.
He did all right. Published author. Huh.
Was he any good, stalking?
Yes. He had an instinct for the animals.
Oh, so was he with the poachers you confronted?
Narrow it down for me. Tuesday night.
They were shot at and had their pick-up torched,
just a few miles from where Shane was killed.
I can't see Linus Campion pressing charges, can you?
No, but I might. Attempted murder.
I was just trying to scare them!
As for your question, no, Shane wasn't with them.
Shane was shot with a hunting rifle.
Something with a soft-nosed round, probably a .308.
Good. That means it's not my gun you're looking for.
Well, we'll just get that confirmed by Ballistics, if you don't mind.
Could you get Shep to come and pick up Mr. Barnes' rifles?
Be my guest.
Soft-noses are for clients.
You're not saying you shoot clean with an ordinary bullet, Mr. Barnes?
Only that'd be illegal, wouldn't it?
So was Shane part of the furniture or a neighbor from hell?
Even a neighbor from hell, you'd show an ounce of grief.
Louis is not playing happy families, is he?
OK, what do we know about him?
Tragedy strikes, age 11. Goes to live with his granddad.
Allen Barnes tries to take him under his wing.
He shows promise in the field.
Lays his head down at the Peyton Estate, thank you very much.
Then as soon as he's old enough, he drops it all for a life in the city.
Now does that suggest something happened here under Barnes's watch?
How did he manage for money?
Big charge debts on his plastic.
Living hand to mouth, then? For some time, as far as I can see.
So it's all going down the pan in Newcastle.
And then, stroke of luck, granddad pegs it.
Comes home, sells the farm, pays off his debts.
Needs to sell but changes his mind.
Why would you linger somewhere that you weren't happy as a kid?
Oh, Joe...
...put old ghosts to rest...
...forgive.
Oh... why can't we put anyone at the scene of the crime that night?
Why has no one come forward?
We've talked to all the locals. They say he kept himself to himself.
Not in the village, Kenny, in Newcastle.
You can't spend 20 years in the city and not meet someone along the way,
make some human contact.
And what's his novel all about, eh?
Don't tell me, loneliness.
Well, there's no reviews on Amazon.
But it's on its way from a second-hand place in Dunstable,
whatever that means.
Hm! Right, go home, Kenny.
You too, Joe. Go on.
Come on, give us another ten minutes.
It'll get us out of story time. There's devotion for you.
I wouldn't mind but we're still on The Philosopher's Stone.
Young man, head full of dreams.
Wants to be a novelist.
Has his first novel published - good.
And then what?
Kenny...
...were there other articles, short stories, in that flat in Newcastle?
Nothing, ma'am.
That must rankle, mustn't it?
Make you feel down?
You will go home tonight, won't you, get some kip?
Joe, I'm dead on my feet.
Good night, love. Good night.
Anything? There's no reply.
Nothing since the first text. What was she thinking?
She was thinking it was secured! And that's my fault, is it?
Come here! Police!
Take it easy, all right? Take it easy, relax.
Take it easy, OK?
We'll go down the stairs one step at a time.
Ma'am? You OK?
Well, I'm dying of thirst but apart from that...
Secure the flat.
You still here? Get him down to the station!
He's says he's got a key. What?
Try it.
What were you looking for in there?
He rang me. He wanted me to send up a reference book.
Rang you? When?
Tuesday morning. Call him, check.
How do you know Shane Thurgood?
He's my pot man. Well, was.
Sacked him. We're still mates, though.
Ask him! We can't do that.
I'm afraid he's dead.
Found his body up on the fells.
I've got a copy of it here somewhere. He signed it for me.
I'm guessing you can't cos you're on duty.
Ah, no, go on, love. He's driving.
What?
Thanks, Terry.
When did you last see him?
It was a while back.
But we emailed a bit.
What was the book he wanted you to send him?
Some Celtic folklore one.
Said he couldn't get what he needed on the internet.
Why didn't he pop into town and fetch it himself?
I got the impression he was trying to keep a low profile.
Owed various people various sums.
He owed me at least 500.
Anyone in particular?
Somebody called Don, I think.
Did he ever mention selling his granddad's place?
Yeah. When he died, it was like he'd won the lottery.
Not in a mean way, but I don't think they were close.
And did he say why he decided to pull out of the sale?
He said he'd fallen back in love with the place.
He was a bit of a romantic like that.
Poor guy.
So we've matched Barnes's bullet casing to the truck shooting.
Now there's a surprise.
Still nothing ballistics wise to link anyone to Thurgood's death.
In layman's terms we've got nowt.
Maybe you're right, it does lie in the city.
Did you check the camera footage from outside his street?
For when he was being done in 30 miles away?
Just check days before, days after.
No, I think Kenny's right.
The village - that's his world.
I read his novel.
Autobiography, more like.
It's all about out there, it's like...
...like it's got a hold on him.
And we're back to witchcraft.
Queen Mab, I Googled. Celtic folklore.
Now, she pops up again in Romeo and Juliet.
And this plot is a variation on that theme.
But I'm making it sound worse than it actually is.
So who was his Juliet?
Exactly. That's question number one.
Question two is: who is this Don who's chasing him for money?
It could be Donald Colley. At least,
he's paying the money to the agents for Thurgood's flat.
"Colley Press"? So Don's his publisher?
Who is it? Mr. Colley?
Northumberland & City Police.
I need to see some ID.
That's terrible news.
Bella?
Shane Thurgood's died.
That's a lot of effort wasted.
These are police.
He was shot in the chest.
Mab did well.
Folklorey stuff was going down a storm back then.
Thanks.
The story was interesting, a very powerful love story.
That was the crossover appeal.
There was a big marketing push about it being autobiographical.
I wouldn't make too much of that. He was always thin on the detail.
When was this?
When were the bombs in London? It was around then.
'05? '05.
We were keen to build momentum but he got sidetracked. It happens.
A bit of success, they lose incentive till the cash runs out.
A year or so ago he comes back,
pitched for a follow-up but wanted an advance.
So you paid his rent? Yes.
He did a bit of bar work on the side for living expenses but, yes,
the rent was our way of paying him and giving him somewhere to write.
What was the follow-up like? It never appeared.
He kept promising, but nothing.
Another personal book, he said,
though what exactly he meant by that...
Promises - he was big on those.
But you continued to pay? Well, yes...
It never reached a point where writing off the loss
outweighed potential earnings from a sequel.
That's frustrating for you.
Well, I wouldn't be in this business if I wasn't used to authors, but...
Yes, yes, yes, we were feeling very let down.
Well, nothing's been damaged.
Lucky for you lot.
We'll be holding on to the rifle you used on the truck.
Impressive kit you've got here.
What are you, ex-army? Military police.
Ever shot a man dead?
Me neither.
Now was he taking advantage of their good nature?
Or was he planning to deliver?
Not exactly a motive for murder, is it? A missed deadline?
Kenny, who else have they got on their book?
Ah, you've got it. Jealous rival claims he stole his story.
Yeah, you said nicked it off Shakespeare. Should I look him up?
Just him, by the look of it.
He's their big seller.
Was.
That place is a tip. They're not making any money.
Do a credit check, Companies House and what have you.
And let's have another look at our victim's bank statements.
I'm just leaving the estate now.
Thurgood spent a grand in the Apple store in the Eldon center.
Find out what he bought. Will do.
It's got to be a computer or a laptop, hasn't it?
Or seven iPhones.
But we didn't find anything at the farmhouse, did we?
Unless that's what they took.
Well, our bookish friends are being chased by the bailiffs.
Bunch of CCJs. They haven't paid themselves a salary for two years.
Hm! OK.
Joe, go stick your foot in the bailiffs' door. See how they like it.
Colley's? Yeah, I know 'em.
Sneaky so and so's.
She's a sly little madam, is missus.
Did you ever come across a Shane Thurgood?
Did he ever pay up for them or anything like that?
Don't recognize the name. Who is he?
He's one of their authors. He lives up by the fell, Hepbridge.
The village I know. It's where I gave her the notice of repossession.
She's been up there? Yep. I followed Mrs. Colley up.
Like a dog with a bone, me.
When was this? Tuesday.
Being broke isn't a crime.
I went round to check he was OK.
I admit I took the laptop to look at -
That's theft. But I wasn't stealing it.
You're not daft. You took it from the property without the owner knowing.
He wouldn't have minded.
I was helping him.
Get Shep to call round to Mrs. Colley.
Save you the trouble of returning it yourself.
So er... what's it like, his new work?
Sentimental.
And some magic beastie.
He said it was personal?
Possibly. There's not much to go on.
A few chapter notes, a few paras.
It was all a bit Lassie for my taste.
Oh, you do sound bitter.
I am.
We put all our faith in him.
So you admit to taking the laptop. Anything else?
Some notebooks.
Why'd you take those?
Did you think they'd be worth something posthumously?
If that's an innuendo I was involved in his death...
It's not an innuendo, love.
It's a direct question.
No, I didn't murder him, for heaven's sake.
Yes, we thought we might be able to make something from the notebooks.
They're all handwritten, of course.
Good luck with that.
I can't read a word of this. Can you? Give it here.
"I never...
I never hurt no man for no...
good season"?
"Steaming"?
"I never hurt any man for no good reason."
Oh. Easy.
Oh, is it? Well, there you go, then, Mr. DC Clever Dick.
Get that typed up and stick it on the computer, there's a love.
Don't go knocking it. It's a big development, this one.
Ma'am. What?
What am I looking at?
Footage outside the victim's flat in Tyneside.
When's this taken?
24 hours before the time of death.
Let me guess - Barnes? Nope.
His daughter. Ness?
Sass, stop!
There we go. Not so bad, is it? It's not funny!
Looking for your mam.
Yeah... she's somewhere.
You looking to be blooded, are you?
No chance I'm not interested. Good for you.
Louis reckons he saw the Emperor. Wow!
Stands up like an idiot in assembly, mouthing to the whole bloody school.
I saw him.
Why would the Emperor show his face to a hummel like you?
Shut up! I'm just saying what Dad said.
What's a hummel when it's at home?
It's a... It's a stag without any antlers.
That's a popular term of abuse round here, is it?
It's what they call me.
Here, wipe that muck off your face.
No school today?
Don't go to school. Oh?
Go to a center. Why, did you get chucked out?
Just sticking up for myself.
The bullies giving you grief, were they?
Yeah.
They said I'd be safer at the center.
And what's the center like?
What do you think?
That you'd rather be home here with your family.
I like it outside.
Me too, love.
Gonna join the business? No, thanks.
20 grand to hunt some knackered old stag?
He's not even that massive. And you've seen him, the Emperor?
So he claims.
Big imagination, this one.
You want me? Yeah, just to check a few things.
Nothing urgent.
So it was just a coincidence?
Am I not allowed to go to Newcastle now?
First you say you barely knew him, barely on nodding terms.
Then it comes to light he's practically one of the family!
You're on CCTV on his street 24 hours before he dies.
We're not jumping to conclusions.
You're not being straight with us.
Were you having an affair with him? No.
I'm happy being single, thanks.
Have you read his book? Couldn't get through it.
Is the girl in it based on you?
The daft one who whines a lot? No.
I just went to talk to him.
I called. He said he was at his flat.
Why was he there? I thought he was settled here.
Picking up some "resources".
So what was on your mind?
Tell him to back off Clara.
He was stalking her. Your sister?
Stalking's too strong a word.
That's just Ness being dramatic.
What was he doing? Trying to win me over.
Gifts, poems, that sort of thing.
Was he in with a chance? No. I'm married.
Are you the girl in his book?
Look, the book was sweet, but it doesn't mean it's based on anything.
So if I asked, nobody'd remember you two stepping out as teenagers?
Maybe we dated a bit, but at that age, you date everyone, don't you?
Did your dad put a stop to you and Shane
like he did your sister and Campion?
That's not all made up, is it, the book?
The tyrannical father, lovers torn apart. That's not fiction.
Are you the reason Shane pulled out of the sale of the farm?
Possibly.
And was that all in vain? Yes.
I don't believe you.
It's a nice story, pet, but come on!
On a couple of occasions, I probably responded more than I should have.
I was flattered.
Were you having an affair when he died?
No, I stopped it.
Which is why he was trying to get my attention,
which is why Ness intervened, telling him to back off.
Would poaching catch your attention? Get his own back?
No. He wouldn't hurt the herd.
He was a stalker, not a killer.
What do you think he was doing on the moor?
Genuinely? No idea.
Where were you Tuesday night?
We were hosting a supper party.
We will have to verify that.
I know.
Is there any way that can be done without Will finding out?
It's not our job to spare people's feelings, you know.
It's not our job to ruin marriages either.
Is there a way of asking that without...
No. No, there's not, I'm gonna have to ask.
Gives him a motive, doesn't it?
Absolutely.
He might know. Guys normally do.
Thank you.
We do appreciate your discretion.
Well, we don't want to frighten off the tourist trade.
Well, they're all intrigued. We're in the wrong business -
we should host one of those murder mystery weekends.
How is business?
Well... we survived the recession.
Learnt a few lessons.
Haven't we all? All hands on deck, eh?
Yep. Kids up chimneys.
Do you think Shane Thurgood was poaching?
Honestly - yes.
But I very much doubt Allen had anything to do with his death.
Oh, no, that's not what I'm asking.
I'm sorry. I just assumed...
Surely Barnes wouldn't kill a man just to save your business?
That's taking loyalty a bit too far. Exactly.
At the end of the day, Brian's just an attraction.
I often joke we'd be better off with a roller coaster.
Your nephew said he saw the Emperor.
Louis? Well...
I mean... pinch of salt there, don't you think?
Said he was getting on a bit. So what'll you do when he's gone?
Er... ask me another.
What was your relationship with Shane Thurgood?
We didn't have one.
Never even spoken? No.
Why not?
I think he was in love with my wife.
It put me off him.
Were those feelings mutual?
I never asked.
I hope not.
I really hope not.
Where were you Tuesday night when he died?
Tuesday night is curry night.
Ask any of the guests.
We were giving it our hostess with the mostest.
I want every guest questioned again, every second accounted for.
Did Peyton leave the meal for a significant time,
either to go to the cellar for something or out for a crafty smoke?
Anything that might suggest either he or wifey had a window of opportunity.
What have we got?
The pages from the notebook the victim was writing.
In that spidery script? Any good? It's about a bully.
Is there anything in it for us, anything to help?
Possibly. Look at the second page.
Page two.
"The King liked to dress up fine and charm the ladies when he could,
but the boy had smelt the blood on that man's clothes."
Blimey.
"He was sure some of it was his own."
A bit creepy.
Shane as a boy, with his granddad? What, holed up in that cottage?
Look at them.
I think you were right. He knew.
Is that for our benefit, do we think?
I'd say not.
OK. Let's just say it's not the husband in a jealous rage.
What have we got?
Well, there's Barnes.
If Shane was stalking the stag and seducing his daughter,
is that motive enough for him to kill him?
A warning that went wrong?
He did it to Campion, for laying hands on his other lass.
Aye, but that was domestic violence and therefore entirely justified.
But Shane wasn't like that, was he, by all accounts?
Wouldn't hurt an animal.
Where's Shep?
I'm here, I'm here.
Did you pick up that laptop from the Colley's
or are you waiting till they delete the hard drive?
I got sidetracked down the lab. There's new evidence.
The tire prints outside Shane's cottage match Colley's car.
That's your new evidence? Also match the head keeper's vehicle.
Half the village drive Land Rovers. You drive one yourself!
What were you doing at his place, Mr. Barnes?
Why lie?
Why say you only saw him on the moor once or twice?
What are you hiding from us?
I can see it must rankle, him coming back after all these years.
Pupil turned master.
Shane was good. A better tracker than I ever was.
But he wasn't a poacher. What?
His house - dirty great bag of human hair.
What did he want that for, if not to manipulate the herd?
Taking the Emperor off our land.
To get back at you? No. So you confronted him.
Actually... I asked him quite politely.
He said...
he'd got wind of a change of strategy.
Go on.
Peyton Estates. Might look like they're doing all right,
but the recession knocked it out of them.
We know that. You do?
I didn't. Did you know they were putting the Emperor up for bounty?
This bloke from a German bank offers 20K for him.
Will agreed, apparently.
Said they had to cash in before it was too late.
"Simple economics of return on an investment."
And they kept that from you?
Only one out of the loop, apparently.
So you're saying Thurgood wasn't hunting the Emperor,
he was trying to protect it. Aye.
I don't kill men, Mrs. Stanhope.
What about a man who was having an affair with your daughter?
They re-kindled it, did they? I thought they might.
Once again,
I can't see what's under my own nose, can I?
So Thurgood was murdered here, and less than a mile that way
you've got Allen Barnes shooting at Linus Campion.
And a mile that way,
you've got Peyton quietly contemplating his wife's infidelity.
And 21 diners say the Peytons had their hands full serving vindaloo.
We know that Barnes hasn't an alibi.
We know that Barnes has a temper.
And we know that Barnes is a shot.
And yet still... I think he's telling the truth.
So? So we're nowhere.
The middle of bloody nowhere.
Oh, where's the magic when you need it?
Where's the bloody phone line when you need it?
Who you trying to bloody call?
DC Bloody Shepherd, see if she's picked up that...
You what? That laptop...
Oh, f...
Come on! What?
We need to get back to the station. Get on to Social Services.
Oh, how can I be so bloody stupid?
Oh. You gave me a fright.
Congratulations. You're on YouTube. Really?
I could actually use a man about the house... for about 12 minutes a day.
You had one. You threw him out, remember? I know. I know that.
Not like that.
You're worse than Louis, you are.
You have to get a proper grip on it. Oh, really? Says who?
See? Nothing to it.
Oh, busy, busy, busy.
You know, we had a witness in here the other day.
Your dad, as it happens.
He wasn't very forthcoming. But he caved in in the end, so I let him go.
And there you were, the little welcoming party waiting outside.
I didn't think much of it at the time.
He didn't think much of you either, to be honest.
I'm sorry, love. Have I touched a nerve?
Proper little daddy's girl. No.
Only, I'd have thought, after what he did to your mam...
He wouldn't... Wouldn't... what?
Hit you? Well, that's good.
So your mam had it coming, did she? No.
That's enough. I'll stop this unless you formally charge her.
We understand. We didn't mean to cause any offence, did we, ma'am?
No, we do understand.
I mean, having an abusive man in the house will take its toll.
Being a daughter...
And being a daughter, you've seen him at his worst, haven't you?
No matter how much your mam tries to hide it.
So you know what the smart thing to do is, love?
Don't know what you're on about.
Cut him loose, cut him out, like a cancer!
Can I say that? Say what you like.
But there's another part of you, isn't there?
That says you're the only girl...
the only girl in the whole wide world who can save him. Hm?
And believe me, love, you wouldn't be the first to think that.
I think we've heard enough. Come on.
So you go out on your quad bikes, you and your brother Louis.
You found this dead man. You called us from the murder scene.
Mm? Yeah.
But there's no signal at the murder scene, or anywhere near it.
So how did you do that, make a call without a signal?
Sit down, love.
Mrs. Jackson, please.
I called. I know you did.
You called the emergency services. I heard it. Well done.
But where did you make the call from?
Home. Home?
So you went out on your bikes and saw the dead body and then you went home.
Now, don't be frightened, love.
Just tell me, how long was it before you made that call?
About an hour. An hour?
And what did you do in that hour, hm?
It was for my dad.
What was for your dad?
Sassi, I'm sorry, love, but I need to hear you say it.
What was for your dad?
He shot Shane Thurgood.
Come on, love, help us out here.
There. Under that tree. Good girl.
OK, under the tree.
What were you thinking of? Sweetheart?
We're gonna need to talk to your son. Where is he?
No. Both of them?
Can't say till I've spoken to him. But he hates his dad!
That's what you think. No.
Louis was always frightened of Linus. He wouldn't protect him.
I want you to bring him into the station, just so he can corroborate.
We've found the murder weapon, Mr. Campion.
No comment. Oh, crumbs.
The weapon you used to shoot and kill Shane Thurgood.
No. Nah, I'm not even listening to this.
We've got you in the fells, in your truck, poaching.
I was in the area, so what? Poaching - I already told you.
And an eyewitness who saw you pull the trigger.
What?
Hang on... Are we talking about Sass here?
Did she put you up to this? Why would you say that?
She came out with this crap the other day. I put her straight.
Yes, I bet you did.
She didn't see me. She wasn't the one who was up there, was she?
So who was? Nobody.
Who?
My son. Louis?
I took him up to blood him in.
You took that lad poaching?
Why didn't you mention any of this before?
He was hardly there.
He's having trouble at school. He's soft. I thought it might help.
First chance he gets, jumps out the truck and legs it into the night.
When was this? Around the time his granddad shot up the truck.
He's the one you should be after.
Where'd he run off to in the middle of the night, your son, hm? Any idea?
Into the hills, I dunno. Back to his mam, no doubt.
Did he take a weapon? Aye.
So what? He couldn't hit a barn door.
Has Ness Barnes brought her son in yet?
She called to say she'd looked everywhere, but couldn't find him.
Hello? Up here.
Has Louis turned up yet? No.
Sassi?
Now, Sassi, I need you to tell me the truth.
Are you absolutely certain you saw your dad kill Shane Thurgood?
You watched him pull that trigger?
Well...
...not... not me.
Louis? Yes.
Louis told you he saw your dad kill Shane?
He was in a state, to be honest.
He's always needed me to look after him.
So Louis told you what he saw.
And then he told you to hide the gun, as a secret, for your dad? Yeah.
Sassi...
Do you know where Louis is?
No... I don't know.
Louis!
Any sign of the lad? No. Nothing.
He's not at the murder site or Thurgood's scrap yard.
There's a lot of land to cover, and the temperature's dropping.
Excuse me! I'm sorry. It's just -
there is somewhere we used to go when we were small,
sort of scare each other half to death.
Where's that, love? At Auntie Clara's.
Peyton's.
Sassi, hop in.
So, your brother and the Emperor.
Do you think Shane Thurgood could have taken him to see it?
Do you think it's possible they were friends?
It's possible.
Shane was writing a new book. And?
Here, read. Second page.
"The King liked to dress up fine and charm the ladies when he could,
but the boy had smelt the blood on that man's clothes."
"He was sure some of it was his own."
Now you look at this.
Look here.
The blood on your dad's apron.
I thought he was writing the book about himself,
but I now think he was writing about somebody else.
My brother.
And...
My dad.
I need everyone away from the house.
This is my livelihood. Have you any idea what you're doing?
As I said, it's just a precautionary measure. Jesus.
May I suggest we all repair to the pavilion,
where my wife has prepared a small surprise?
Just get everyone out of here.
Saskia, could Louis have got in here without the grown-ups knowing?
Yeah, there's a back way, behind the old kitchen. Thanks, love.
Wait.
What you said before about the girl who thinks she can save her dad?
Yes, love. And did you?
Save him? No, love, I didn't,
because in the end, he didn't want saving.
They never do.
Ma'am? There's blood on the walls.
What the hell has he done?
Louis? Don't come any nearer!
Hey... I'm not tracking you here, I'm just...
It's just... Your family are all worried about you,
they just want to know you're safe.
You miss him, do you? Shane?
Don't come in! All right, love.
No, I'll just stay here, then, shall I?
I didn't mean it.
I know you didn't, lad.
Shane was the last person you wanted to hurt.
He was your friend, wasn't he?
He taught you how to track the deer.
More than that.
He showed you the Emperor. Yeah.
What was he like, hm?
Is he as big as they say?
Bigger.
Hard not to be believed...
...trusted.
They laughed at me.
What, at school?
Your family, your dad?
Everyone.
If just one person... just one person
had stood up and said, "I believe you...
...I believe in you..."
Can I come in, Louis? I just want to see you're OK.
He was writing a book about you, did you know that?
And him.
And any other kid who felt the way you did.
I know you didn't mean to shoot him.
You were after an animal, weren't you?
I just wanted people to believe me.
And there was Shane, up on the moor that night,
trying to lead the Emperor away to safety,
where no one could shoot him.
And there you were.
Now, what is the first rule of hunting, hm?
Never grab the man with a gun, right?
Did he try to disarm you, love... after you shot the stag?
He tried but...
...I fell back and it went off.
And I...
He...
He was my friend.
Not your fault, son.
It was an accident.
A tragedy.
They'll have to believe us now... won't they?
Yeah. They will.
What's it in aid of, this mystery tour, anyway?
We are tracking the Emperor.
You what? What's left of him.
Louis said he was up here somewhere.
How does it end, this book that Thurgood was writing? Do we know?
Well, the boy drives the beast over the border.
It's last seen in open country.
And then with one last shout from the boy...
the animal runs... it runs.
Really? Or did you just make that up?
What? Of course not.
Ask Edwards, he'll back me up.
There's your Emperor.
The fight in that thing.
How far are we from the murder scene?
About 12 miles.
12 miles it ran, after that boy shot it.
12 miles.
Soft jury, he'll get off. It's manslaughter.
He didn't mean to do it. I know.
So? So?
So nothing.
Come on.