Inspector Lewis

I'd love to tell you...

that it gets better.

But it doesn't.

- 30 years in and I... - He's started already?

What?

You will always feel afraid. You should always feel afraid.

Well, they haven't heard it before.

My point is that surgery is violent.

And the day that stops frightening you, is the day you should give up the job.

Rizwan?

Oh.

Um... I'm coming, sweetie. It's all right.

I've got you.

It's all right, darling. There we are. OK.

Yes. There, there.

All right, sweet.

I've got you, darling.

Am I courageous, because I'm willing to open her skull,

or am I reckless?

It all depends on the outcome. So, here endeth the lesson.

Knife, please.

What are they doing?

Oi, hippies! Get a job!

- Shh! They're students. - (Laughs)

Leave them alone.

- I hate my job. - No, you don't.

You hate your boss.

Come on.

- Thanks, Chris. - Chris, can you please pick up?

Still in the queue at X-ray. I'll get there as soon as I can.

Well, hurry up, please .

Sorry, Les, mate. Fag break's cancelled.

- What? - Sorry.

- (Tuts) Oh. - Just for now. We'll be back.

We will be back.

Oh, Riz. Where the hell are you?

- Sergeant Maddox? - Oh, you're a star.

- Shall I liaise with the fire service? - He wants to do it himself.

Course he does. You know his last sergeant only lasted a fortnight?

Yeah. I might be going the same way myself.

He won't let me handle a break-in at a swimming pool on my own.

Good luck.

We're always after your stories on the same topics .

So if you've anything to say about ...

I might have a go at the canoe today, get it ready for Jack's half term.

- Good at swimming, is he? - It's gonna float.

- Mm-hm? - It is!

Well, good luck to her and all who sail in her.

- Some of us have got jobs to go to. - Hmm.

- I'll see you tonight. - Try and enjoy your work.

Will do.

Right, then.

My husband came up here last summer for a stag do.

Never shot a gun in his life and then comes home with this pheasant.

I can't even eat a fish with it's head on!

He gets it out and I was, like, "I can't pluck that!"

So it's a private shooting ground. I got it.

Er... yeah, so they do game shooting and rough shooting, clay pigeon.

Though it did use to be a farm until it was sold in March 2009

to Alastair Stoke and Thomas Marston.

I've reported graffiti, slashed tyres, vandalised fences,

but my lodge has to be burnt to the ground before you take it seriously.

- I know you're stretched. I'm Tom Marston. - DI Hathaway, Oxford Police.

So you think this fire is part of a wider pattern?

See what comes up.

Oh!

That's my business partner, Alastair Stoke.

I get stuff like that in the mail every day.

- Any idea who's behind this? - The animal rights brigade.

They don't see us selling shoots as entertainment.

- Yeah, but anyone specific? - The university lot are particularly vocal.

But it's Oxford, isn't it?

No shortage of people who like an ill-informed rant.

- Juno! - Look, I've told you before!

Keep it under control or put it on a lead.

Is that your attempt to say thank you? It needs some work.

The wood could've come down If she hadn't woken me.

This is Mrs Fernsby. She rents a cottage from us.

Oh, really? We rent it, do we?

- Come on. - (Dog barks)

We're gonna need you to give a statement.

- We should've evicted her when we bought it. - Mrs Fernsby?

Juno, heel!

These threatening images, did you hang on to them?

No. Alastair may have done. He finds them funny.

Easy to find these things funny when this is only a side line.

Oh, dear.

- What regiment? - Medical Corps.

That's Tom there at the back. I was attached to his unit.

There we are.

It was one a month for the last six months.

I hardly look at them now.

Mr Marston thinks whoever's sending these also burned down the lodge.

Oh, Tom gets very excited.

It's a commercial hunting ground. You must budget for some opposition.

- You're insured, then? - We'll be fine.

- It's a fine line, isn't it? - What?

Someone takes a drill to a stranger's head, you arrest them.

I do it, I get paid.

I put his name through the system . Nothing .

- How are you getting along with the website? - Not too bad .

I've tracked the animal-rights group to the university.

The girl who runs it is outside the Radcliffe Camera. Jessica Tallison.

- I'll meet you there . - I'm happy to do it on my own. I'm already here.

Don't worry, I'm ten minutes away . I'll see you in a minute .

Right. Cheers.

- Simon. - It says I'm on annual leave.

To be clear, I'm not on leave.

That sounds... frustrating.

Mr Stoke, I can't work like this.

No...don't suppose you can.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Mum.

Hello, sir, do you want to stop animal exportation?

Er... second cow on the left.

- Talk about the animals, sir? - No, I'm all right, thanks.

- Jessica Tallison? - I'm filming you.

- This is an attempt to disrupt a peaceful protest. - Tell me about Clayborne Farm.

We've done nothing illegal. We just monitor their shoots.

Were you aware there was an arson attack there?

No. Come on, what is this? Pick an activist, any activist?

- Yeah. It's pretty embarrassing. - Do you know who runs it?

It could be anyone. Hasn't he got something better to do?

Seriously, a non-violent protest and a fire at a hunting lodge?

That's his priority.

I didn't say the fire was at the hunting lodge.

One-year contract, flexible hours... You can't dismiss that out of hand.

Yes, I can. That's the whole point of retirement.

Besides, I'd be treading on people's toes.

If by "people" you mean James, then he's the one asking for this.

We're desperate for experienced manpower.

- Really? - He's already driven himself into the ground.

And as of an hour ago, he's got his first murder.

I don't know.

Listen, what are your plans for this afternoon?

After this? I'm going to the hardware store. I need some waterproof glue.

Exciting. Alternatively,

you could figure out why a neurosurgeon has a bullet in his head.

Oh, sir? They're not gonna let us near him.

Dodgy heart. He collapsed on the phone to the operator.

- Has anyone spoken to him at all? - He said he heard the shot.

- But that's all we've got. - We've taken his guns?

They're on their way to Ballistics. This is the key to his gun cabinet.

- Good. Full search of the entire area. - It's over 400 acres.

But, yeah, OK.

Oh, sir. CS Innocent's trying to get hold of you.

Here he is! What happened to you on Friday?

I tried to make last orders, but work got in the way.

It'll do that if you let it.

- He was looking forward to a catch-up. - How is he?

Man of leisure. Seems to be in his element.

Let's have a look, then.

"DI Hathaway". Congratulations!

Knew you'd be back.

- Once a copper, always a copper. - Yes, well...

Right.

From the hypostasis, he's not been dead much more than two hours.

The bullet's entered the skull here, but it's not exited,

so it was travelling at a low velocity by the time it hit.

Sniper at long range possibly?

Any chance of the post-mortem results this afternoon? I need the bullet intact.

- If possible. - I give alI my DI's three strikes.

- Try not to use them all up at once. - Message received.

Sir?

Uniform have spoken to the old lady from that cottage. She was watching TV all morning.

How close were you before you could see me?

When? Just then?

- Yeah. - Erm... a few metres?

It can't be a long-distance shot, then. No line of sight.

It was my husband's farm.

I tried to keep it going on my own, but things were difficult.

Then my daughter came home from work, saying Alastair was looking for some land.

- You were out hunting this morning. - Oh, I get it.

"The old lady must've had an accident."

Well, not this old lady.

If I shoot someone, I guarantee it'll be on purpose.

Gran?

Alastair's dead. They reckon it was a shooting accident.

Well, that's just one theory.

- God. - It's Chris, isn't it?

Uh... yeah. Chris Fernsby. Sorry, I've been on nights.

- You work at the hospital, right? - Yeah. It's nothing regular.

- Mum just gets me a few shifts. - And what time did you get in this morning?

- Nine-ish. - What was Alastair's relationship like with Tom?

He wasn't very enamoured of him this morning.

- I thought you didn't see anything? - I only saw them for a second,

out of the living-room window.

Would you mind showing me?

Alastair kept jabbing his finger at him and then Tom stormed off.

- What time was this? - Around 10:00.

I was just putting my gun away before my programme started.

We'll need any firearms for testing, actually.

Thanks.

Is this really necessary?

Morning, Detective Inspector.

So, what have we got?

I thought you had lots of plans for your retirement.

- I did. I do. - Are you not enjoying it?

Course I am. I'm just taking a bit of a break.

You're taking a break from your retirement?