Vera

What are you doing?

I'm using the power of coffee and tequila

to make George Clooney walk through that door.

Yeah... I think he's got other plans.

Maise, what was that?

The locals are invading.

Right.

I feel sick.

Lizzie!

Hello?

Hello?

Lizzie?

Lizzie! Lizzie!

Lizzie!

No, no, no, no. Lizzie?

Lizzie!

It was just a... weekend, you know? A girls' weekend.

Just the three of us, the middle of nowhere.

It was Lizzie's treat.

Hm. That's very generous.

It's how she was.

When did you arrive? Yesterday.

And you say you heard gunshots last night?

Yeah. Coming from across the field, I think.

What was going on, do you know? No. No.

Did she have any boyfriends at the moment?

But you were close?

She was me best friend.

Could I get a glass of water? Yeah, sure.

Don't mind my asking, but...

how could she afford all this on a physio's salary?

Ah, um, this weekend... it was a present.

From one of the patients she was helping for back pain.

Whiplash.

Very nice. Was that typical?

For Lizzie.

She was one of those people...

You just want to open up to her, you know?

Do you have a name for this patient?

Ah... Corinne... Somebody. Corinne?

We'll have it at work. Yeah. Thanks, though.

What will I do without her?

Billy?

There's a shotgun cartridge full in the chest.

No open coffin for you, pet.

Time of death? Half one to two am.

I might pare that down a bit back at the ranch.

What's this?

Well, it's a nice little bolt hole, this.

Thought I might scan the literature.

Hey!

Okay, so how are they doing with the house-to-house?

A young family in the house there think they heard gunshots.

Kid thought it was fireworks, dad thought it was a car backfiring.

Any idea when? 1:38 was the last one.

The dad was in bed, he saw the clock.

There's our time of death. They didn't see anything?

Not a chance. Look.

"All units individually designed to guarantee..."

"...the peaceful privacy of guests." They might want to rethink that.

This used to be wetlands, as far as the eye can see.

Sir?

I've a right to be here. I own these properties.

If there's a problem... DCI Stanhope.

Step over here, Mr. I'm fine where I am.

Just wait, love. Get back in the car.

Has somebody been hurt? Aye, a young woman.

This house?

And you are...?

Tim Hopkins. Is she Okay?

She was shot dead, sir.

Right.

So um... w-what happens now?

We'll need to take care of this, I have to let people know.

That's all in hand. Her friends were with her.

Her friends? And her husband?

Not married.

Oh, right.

I'm sorry.

It takes a minute. My wife just picked me up off the train.

There are reports that there were gunshots in these fields last night.

I'd hope not.

Local thugs, I expect, Saturday night.

I can't believe it'd run to all this.

Do you have a card?

Contact details?

Might need to talk to you later. Of course.

Thanks.

Joe. Come on, sir, this way.

Let's go.

Bloody lampers.

Sorry, who or what are lampers?

Oh, Kenny, kindly inform our guest from the city.

The folk that go about by the light of the moon.

Plus torches, headlamps, shooting nocturnal creatures. Pests.

What have badgers ever done to anyone?

They get TB, they pass it on to cattle.

Allegedly.

Now we're going to need a full search of that field.

See if we can get a ballistics match between the lamper's shotgun

and the weapon that killed our victim.

Ask in the village. Someone local's got to be organizing shooting sprees.

Ask in the farms, shops, local pubs.

And Kenny?

Pay for your own drinks.

Sir!

Robert Doran?

Aye, who wants him?

This is DCI Stanhope, I'm DC...

Look, I've got to be at the quayside in half an hour.

Very dapper.

Hot date?

An online thing.

Put her on ice, Mr. Doran.

Search warrant for the premises.

Excuse me, sir. Kenny?

Robert Doran, you do not have to say anything.

It may harm your defense if you do not mention, when questioned...

Come on, then, open up.

Robert Doran. He's got form.

He went down for...

GBH, eight years back. If you say so.

Listen, mind if I sit this one out?

Suit yourself.

So last night, early hours of this morning,

you were...?

Hm?

We have evidence puts you in the field up near that new development.

Evidence? Ah, I hoped you'd bring that up.

Cigarette butts were recovered from the field.

Now, thanks to your previous conviction...

Yeah, you've got my DNA. Right.

Imperial Rolled tobacco.

Ee, you have my sympathy.

Hard times if you're smoking those.

I could've been there any time.

I was there two weeks ago.

We've seized the shotgun held under license to your pal Jackson Fisher

smothered in your prints. Any chance of a coffee?

The gun you fired into some poor defenseless little beast...

'Aw.' ...we found that and all,

and with your tire prints all over the field, like figures of eight...

Okay. Thank you.

Is this a regular thing, this lamping?

You may not like it.

People don't complain.

They thank me. Oh.

And those weekenders down at Meadow Pond, up for a bit of fresh air?

I'm no bother to anybody.

Anybody with you last night?

I was on my own.

Ah, that's a pity.

Cos this young woman was also killed with a shotgun,

600 yards from the badger.

Do you know her?

How would I know her?

Sorry, what's my client being charged with?

Use of a weapon? Or... That's up to him.

There were other people with you last night.

Aye. Names.

Did you see anything, hear anything, while you were in that field?

A car, maybe. Right, color, make of vehicle.

Sorry, I dunno. Some mechanic you are!

If you saw - I didn't see it!

I might have heard a car.

Might have? Aye.

Driving up the lane.

So what? It could've been any one of the other guests.

Any tire prints we can't account for?

Too many. They use the lane as a cut-through down to the coast.

See my point? Some car? Could've been anyone.

Okay, ballistics.

Was Lizzie murdered with the same shotgun?

Different cartridges.

But it's feasible it could've been fired from the same gun.

Or Doran's got a second gun stashed away that we don't know about.

We'll get a report by lunchtime.

Ah! PC Mark Edwards.

Detective Constable.

Ah, well, welcome to CID.

So what's the word on Doran's two comrades-in-arms?

The two brothers.

Come on, Jim and Jackson Fisher. Right.

Confirmed Doran's story.

The brothers went shooting with him Saturday night. Okay.

But they left Doran in the field with the gun,

which I told them was against the terms of the license.

Doran then returned the gun to them a couple of hours later that night.

What time? Sorry?

What time did they leave him in the field with the gun? Oh. Um...

Uh... just shy of 1:30 Sunday morning.

So... ten minutes before our time of death.

Which is very convenient for the brothers.

No, they've got an alibi.

They stopped for petrol at 1:41, at Junction.

Good work, Detective Constable.

Ta, thanks very much.

So we have Robert Doran on his own, in the field, gun in hand.

It's him. He fits the profile,

he's got the form. But why?