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- You asshole, Archie.
That really hurt.
What have you got
in that bloody toy gun?
- It's a normal cartridge.
It shouldn't do that and it ain't no toy.
It's made of stone.
It's hollow, like an old drainpipe or a chimney.
I wonder what's down there.
- Probably just a sewer.
Come and have a look at this, Archie.
Well?
- It's a trap door.
- We going to open it?
- Well, we've come this far.
- Bloody hell, mate.
I ain't going down there.
Anyway, it's too dark.
- As it happens, I brought a torch.
- What'd you bring that for?
- I thought it might be dark in the woods.
- You're crazy.
You're even more crazy if you're thinking
of going down there.
- Ah where's your sense of adventure?
- You'd better take this then.
Might be a bear down there.
- Ha ha, very funny.
Shit!
- What you done?
- Nothing.
Just be careful of the bottom of the ladder
when you come down.
- I told you, I ain't coming down there.
- It's a great big room full of stuff.
Come and have a look.
We better get out of here.
- Anything?
- Not much of any help at all in identifying him.
He's garbled on about a friend
and some sort of hideout in the woods
but that's about all.
- He looks a bit old for hide-and-seek games.
Well, all we can do is something to turn up
from missing persons.
- Can you take over here for awhile?
- Uh, why?
- He's really agitated and mumbling about his friend
so I thought I might take a look
at the site of the accident just in case
there's another boy injured or in need of help there.
- Well, the place was still swarming
with accident investigators questioning witnesses,
measuring skid marks when I left.
But if it makes you feel better, go ahead.
- Thanks, Sarge.
- The body of the female police officer was discovered
in the early hours after a search
after she failed to report back to her station.
The police say suicide--
- Good morning.
- Good morning, Linda.
- Or revealed how the officer died.
The police are also still trying to trace
what they believe may be
a missing teenage boy. - Oh, I hate that.
- Bloody bastards.
I bet they had something to do
with that poor police girl being killed.
- In the critical condition.
- What you saying, Ethel?
- As to whether the two incidents
are connected. - That poor police girl
what was killed, I bet they had
something to with it. - We'll report more news
when we have it.
Now, here's Joan with the weather.
- Sergeant Unwin, have they found anything?
- No, sir.
- And the undergrowth's making a ground search
nigh on impossible.
- Look, something's here, sir.
- Well done, a spent shotgun cartridge.
Probably used by someone shooting vermin
and nothing whatsoever to do with the murder
seeings as Bates was strangled with wire
that was obviously so violent
nearly severed her head clear off.
So no, no gun was involved.
Oh, sorry, Unwin, I understand you were the last officer
to see her alive.
- She was on my team.
- Hmm, well seeing as you're being transferred
to plain clothes detectives division tomorrow,
you might be instrumental in finding her murderer.
Who you working with?
- Detective Inspector Huntley.
- The new girl.
Well, if you encounter any difficulties,
pop by my office.
Door's always open to colleagues.
- I'll get forensics to take a look
at the cartridge case, sir.
- Yeah, you can do, but I think it's a waste of time.
I'm calling off this search.
We've moved too far from where the body was discovered.
This is getting us nowhere.
- Watch should be able to.
- No, thank you.
- What?
No progress at all?
Surely you must've been able to get somewhere.
I've got a murdered policewoman
and now a forensic officer who's apparently disappeared
not to mention a missing youth
and anther who's in a coma because of a traffic accident.
What the hell is going on here?
- I've got every single available officer
back out combing the woods, but it's a massive area
and it's the weekend.
I can't keep the whole thing cordoned off.
- Sorry to disturb you, ma'am,
but there's been a development and I think Inspector Reed
should take the call.
- Put it through.
He can take it here in my office.
And what about this presumed missing friend?
- You'd think the parents would've come forward by now.
Think they'd notice their child's missing.
- I think most parents have given up
trying to keep track of their kids
by the time they're teenagers, Huntley, but, uh,
you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?
Reed.
Where?
Okay.
Search team have found another body.
They're pretty certain it's the forensics officer.
But it was found in undergrowth way over the other side
of the forest from where WPC Bates was found.
- Cause of death?
- Likely to have been a stabbing.
- That's right Detective Inspector,
she was stabbed through the heart.
Probably died instantly.
Oh, and there was something else.
- What's that?
- The matter most certainly knew what he or she was doing.
- Premeditated?
- Possibly, but whoever did this was in control
and very clever.
- Professional hit not a crime of passion.
- Well, he was certainly somebody with training.
You see the knife wound entry was in exactly the right place
to pierce the heart with the knife.
But the knife remained in the body and was only removed
after the remains were hidden.
- Meaning?
- Well, no trail of blood to indicate
where the murder actually took place.
Could've been anywhere in the woods really,
but most certainly not where the victim was found.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I am.
I was training her up to take over my job.
You just make sure you get the bastard
who did this and quick.
- We'll do our best.
Well, Detective Sergeant, find out anything
that can help us catch the murderer?
- Well, I reckon we gotta be dealing with a serial killer
who's targeting policewomen.
Could be someone must closer than we think, ma'am.
- You can call me governor, boss,
anything you like except ma'am.
- And now over to our reporter Jeff Jacobs
who is on the scene.
Jeff, can you tell us any more about what appears
to be a double murder of two female police officers?
- Not very much I'm afraid.
The police are giving out very little information
at present, but they have said
that they will make a statement to the media
probably sometime this afternoon.
- Jack, Jack. - Well that was Jeff Jacobs
reporting on what appears to be the scene
of an extremely violent - Do you want more tea?
double murder in Shafton Forest
near the village
of Lower Pendlesham. - Oh, Jack!
- What's wrong?
Are you okay.
- Losing his marbles if you ask me.
- That's his latest school photo.
Would you like me to look for some more?
- No, this'll be fine for now.
Is there any other information you can give us
about where he could've gone?
- We just don't know officer.
- Okay, shall we start with when you first discovered
he was missing?
- When he didn't come down for breakfast yesterday morning.
- And you didn't think to report him missing earlier?
- He said he was going out with his friend Vince
and that he might be late home so not to wait up.
He's a teenager.
These days they do their own thing.
- And when Archie left, did he give any indication
as to where he and Vince were going
or if anyone else was involved?
- I'm sorry, I've got to ask, is there any friction
between you, an argument that could've caused him
to run away?
- Certainly not.
- Archie is a good boy.
He wouldn't harm a soul.
- We'll see ourselves out.
Call us immediately if you hear from Archie.
- But we've already searched the forest.
- I've got the police and crime commissioners
breathing down my neck demanding answers
so search it again.
- Well, I'm guessing DI Huntley and her team
have come up with nothing.
- They're busy gathering relevant information.
- Well, maybe her new sergeant can help you.
- How do you mean?
- Well, what I can gather he's the last officer
to see both of the victims alive.
- We'll never find it in there.
- We best get Dad.
- Dad, Dad, did you see the thing in the woods?
- What you talking about?
- It kicked our football back.
- It was like funny man.
- Well, you better go and take a look.
You hear some strange stories these days.
Nobody's safe.
- There's nothing there.
You're all exaggerating or dreaming.
- Then how did our football come back out?
- Sorry folks, you're gonna have to leave the area.
We're bringing up a police cordon round the forest
and there's about to be a major search here,
so can you return to your car please?
- Are you looking for the funny man?
- Funny man?
- Uh, I'm sorry, Officer, they thought they saw someone
in the trees.
They have a vivid imagination.
- He kicked our football back.
- He has a mouth there made of dust.
- We're very sorry for the inconvenience, guys.
- Not even allowed to go for a picnic in the park?
Bloody Gestapo.
- Thank you, sir.
Wanna go take a look?
Just in case the kids actually did see something.
- We better check it out.
- Come on.
What do we have?
- Yeah, a couple of kids claim they saw something
in the woods so we're taking a look.
Probably a wild goose chase but you never know, out.
- Wasting our time, mate.
- Yep.
- There's nothing here.
Kids were imagining things.
- No, ja!
- You need to see this.
Intestines have been cut away and laid out
like some sort of ritual murder.
I think we may have a new Ripper on our hands.
- Apart from the heat signatures
of the odd deer and vermin
there is definitely nothing alive down there.
- Well, we interrupt our story to go live now
to Lower Pendlesham where a police spokesman
is about to give a press conference.
- We have so far recovered four bodies from the woods
all of them serving police officers from various spectrums
of the force. - Here, this in the paper.
- And all of them--
- They write must been a massacre in the woods.
- Can you give us more details of these murder victims
and how they were actually killed?
- Hope they dump off some more of them foreign tourists.
- Have you made or are close to making
any arrests? - Ethel, I think
you mean terrorists.
- Is there any connection between the murders
and the missing teenager?
- I'm sorry, we're gonna have to leave it there
as I can't reveal any more at this moment.
This is an ongoing investigation.
- Can you just confirm the rumor
- Jack, are you all right? - that as the perpetrator
seems able to slip through your net,
this is not the work of a gang,
but a trained lone hit man or insurgent
who has local knowledge of Shafton Forest?
- Any comments on that?
- The reporter could be right.
I reckon we're dealing with a loner type, an anarchist,
hermit who thinks themselves a resistance fighter.
- Maybe this guy isn't even living rough in the forest.
Maybe he lives nearby
with enough local knowledge
to give us the slip.
Might be somebody working on the land
and living amongst the farming community.
- I agree with that comment.
It's gotta be someone with local knowledge.
- Okay, here's the plan.
We're gonna seal off all roads around Shafton Forest
and question any motorists who go through regularly
on if they've seen anything suspicious
that could help us with our inquiries.
At the same time, we're gonna visit all rural properties
and ask the inhabitants along the same lines.
DS Unwin will allocate you all your various assignments
and please be careful.
We're after a cop killer.
- So he has no allergies that you're aware of
or anything like that?
Okay.
We--
- Any new developments, Doctor?
- He came round briefly earlier,
but we're trying to keep him in a sedated state.
- Did he say anything?
- Nothing coherent or sensible.
He sort of sat up in a panic and had to be restrained.
Kept screaming something like, "Get it away from me,"
over and over again.
- I've been showing these police officers
our priest hole.
- Yeah, very interesting.
- They're here because of the goings on in the forest.
Wondered if we'd seen or heard anything
unusual or suspicious.
- No.
Sorry, can't help you.
We've not seen or heard nothing.
- I really think we ought to tell them
especially how serious it is with these murders.
- Tell us what?
I have to warn you if you're in any way aiding or abetting
a criminal in a case of this nature,
the consequences for you will be very dire.
- Have you been giving someone food or shelter?
Or has anybody stolen an animal from you
perhaps to kill and eat?
- Oh no, nothing like that.
- Fuel, large drum of petrol.
- What about it?
- Well, I'm allowed to keep diesel, petrol, oil
for tractors and machines in proper tanks for safety.
- And we keep a few drums at the back of the barn
for our own use which is against regulations.
- We're not gonna grass my mate up at the petrol station
who supplies me.
- So what are you saying?
- One of the drums went missing last night.
- Stolen?
- Had to be.
- Can you show us where it was taken from?
- Aye.
There and one's missing.
- Unlikely to be connected to our main case.
- Yeah, well, thanks very much for your assistance.
We won't be reporting this,
but you should stick to the rules in future.
And please if you see anything else suspicious,
let us know.
- Of course.
- What do you make of that?
- Someone probably saw him unloading and decided
to help themselves.
Could be one of the neighbors.
Let's check the next house.
- Can I ask you
to step from the vehicle please, sir?
Take the cab in please.
- What's the problem?
- I'll only take a minute.
Can I see it?
Every day?
Seen anything unusual?
We should--
- Get down on the ground, get down.
- The Home Secretary visited the scene this afternoon
and had this to say.
- I promise you that we will make sure
that we bring the perpetrators of these cowardly
and despicable attacks to face justice.
- Home Secretary, can you tell us
if it's known who was responsible?
- I've just won at Bingo.
- Get, get out of the way, Ethel, please.
- There are several insurgent groups--
- Ethel, get out of the bloody way!
- Oh, all right, all right.
You're not still watching this rubbish.
You'll get square eyes, you will, watching 24-hour news
on the loop.
Besides, I wanna see my soap, find out what's happening
to the latest murder in the Chiplin.
- No, no, no, no, don't change the channel!
- No! - I've gotta watch this.
Ethel, Ethel, Ethel.
Get her away, get her away!
- Give someone else a turn.
- I've got a twist to that minister
who was talking on the television.
- Yeah Jack, listen, Ethel's right.
You need to share the television.
- No, no, no, no, you've got, you don't understand.
I-I need to talk to the police.
I-- - You've got to have him
put away.
He's getting violent.
- Listen, listen. - Jack, Jack.
- You're not taking this seriously.
I've got to talk to the police.
I've got to warn them because he's back, he's back.
- All right, all right.
And it's my fault.
Oh God, it's my fault. - Okay, just...
- So, not a sophisticated device.
- Not at all.
Basically, it's a large Molotov cocktail
made by igniting a canister of fuel.
- Obviously there's no clues to who made it.
- Unless there's anything else,
we need to get back to the farm, question the farmer again
about the missing fuel.
- The technology for this kind of device
has been around for decades, at least since World War II.
Insurgents, rebels, resistance fighters
have been using this kind of incendiary type bomb
for a century or more.
- Basically anyone could've made it.
- To be honest, there's probably instructions for it
on the internet.
Anyone with a grudge and bit of common sense
could put this together.
Teenage kids more than capable.
- So maybe we should a bit of pressure
on the doctors to get some more information
out of that teenage kid in the hospital.
- Let's get back to the farm.
- I'll look after that for you then.
Bit of old-fashioned police pressure might not go amiss.
- Hello.
Anybody there?
- Mrs. Roberts.
- Let me.
And go.
Leave me alone.
- This is the police.
Throw the gun out and come out
with both hands fully visible.
- Should I call for armed response units?
- Okay.
What's happened?
- Don't let it get me.
Help me.
- Okay. - Please help me.
- Okay, whatever it was it's gone now, you're safe.
- You don't know.
It might come back.
- We're calling for backup.
- Okay, I'll get on it.
- No, no.
- What is it that scared you so much?
- It was, it was like a man.
- Okay. - But he wasn't a man.
He was a dead man.
- Okay.
- He was horrible, hideous.
It was, it was floating,
moving less.
And it exposed both.
And it didn't have a face,
just a skull with eyes in deep sockets.
Oh my God.
- Okay, okay.
Where's your husband.
It's all right.
Let's get you into the house.
Come on.
Come on, up.
- Calvary's on its way.
- It's okay.
The husband.
Come on.
Come on, let's get you safe, come on, come on.
It's okay.
We will.
- Fuck!
- See, there's nothing out here to be afraid of.
- Oh, fuck!
- Are you all right, then, huh?
What's going on?
Everything all right?
- If you could just give me a few minutes with him
and then put him back under.
- The best chance for the boy is for us to keep him
in a state of sedated unconsciousness
and slowly bring him back.
It's a tried and tested technique.
- I understand that, Doctor,
but this kid could save lives
and there's been a lot of deaths already
and anything he can tell me about what happened to him
in the woods could prevent more deaths.
- The risk to my patient of attempting to revive him
too early or too quickly is too great.
And anyway, how can you be sure he has any information
that might be of use to you?
I'm not prepared to change our medical procedure.
- Well, this is a new one.
What do you make of it?
- You mean did she create a fantasy story
to hide the fact she murdered her husband?
- Well Unwin, you've gotta admit her story
is a little bit farfetched.
- Well, she was pretty distraught when we found her.
- Well, she would be, wouldn't she according to her story.
Well, let's just recap shall we?
A zombie came out of the woods presumably to steal
more petrol so it could make another bomb.
Her husband disturbed it so it attacked him.
She heard his screams so she ran out
carrying their shotgun because she thought
it would be a wild animal.
She shoots the thing which doesn't stop it
so then she thinks it's gonna attack her.
So she cleverly runs away and hides in the barn
which worked because it didn't find her.
And then you two turn up.
- Okay, it takes a bit of believing,
but whatever it was, it certainly terrified her.
- Come on, Huntley, you must've heard a few tall stories
when someone's trying to cover up a murder
even in your short time in the job.
You don't think that it's too much of a coincidence
that this creature buzzed off just as you two detectives
turned up thereby stopping her
from disposing of her murdered husband's body properly.
- Have you seen the body, sir?
- No.
- But I hear it's pretty horrific.
- Yeah, his neck wasn't just broken.
His head was almost torn off.
- Yeah, and he was a big guy.
I really don't think a woman like her could've done that.
- Well, maybe she had an accomplice
which is often the case in a murder.
A boyfriend perhaps which is why
they wanted rid of the old man in the first place.
- Then why make up such an unbelievable story?
Why not blame it on a wolf or a large cat
or an escaped animal?
Surely that's more plausible.
- Oh, what, so you think that she really did see a zombie?
- Maybe she saw a man in a skeletal mask, body armor,
we don't know.
- Thank you, Unwin, yeah, you mean like a budget Batman
that's turned bad.
Listen, I'm not buying any of it, okay?
I want her under guard in the hospital
until we work out whether she's committed an offense or not.
Maybe then we can release her probably
straight to a psychiatric hospital.
- Have you forgotten that what we're dealing with
appears to be a mass murderer cum terrorist
who seems to be able to disappear into the woods
without a trace?
This is not an isolated domestic incident.
- So you think that someone or something
really did come back to get more petrol.
- I'm not ruling it out.
- Okay, and this person or thing,
you think is foolish enough
to actually try it again.
- Possibly.
- In that case, I think we should keep
the whole place under guard.
- I agree.
- Good.
Carry on.
- Could be a potential trap for the murderer.
- So what do you make of all this business?
- What you mean?
- Well, it's unlikely that whoever tried to steal the fuel
is gonna come back for another go.
Now, if we're meant to be some sort of trap,
I think we're wasting our time.
- Well, could be we're some sort of bait or something.
- Not seriously trying to tell me
you believe all that rubbish
about a bloke in a gorilla suit, are you?
- Ah, it might be a real gorilla loose in the woods
that escaped from the zoo or something.
- That's funny.
Mind you I don't like the look
of this fog that's developing.
- Did you hear that?
- Yes.
Jesus.
- You scared the shit out of us.
- Sorry if we startled you boys.
Just taking Kaiser for a sniff around.
Looking for anything suspicious.
- And why is it you dog squad people
only ever use German Shepherds?
- 'Cause they're the best for the job.
What's up, boy?
What's up?
Kaiser!
Come back, Kaiser!
No!
Kaiser, no!
Oh.
- What the fuck was that?
- Someone call the air ambulance.
- The dog just ran into the fog
and attacked something.
- Could you describe the assailant?
- No, I mean we didn't get a clear look.
- Yeah, we better get forensics down here again.
Piece of material from an army uniform?
- An old one.
- What you thinking?
- Military fanatic?
Could be a deserter trained in guerrilla tactics.
Should call the army.
DI Huntley.
Thank you, we're on our way.
Let's go.
- What's that?
- The kid, Vince, he's conscious.
- And talking?
- Seems so.
I am sorry to hear the boy died.
- We were told he'd regained consciousness.
- He came around, briefly.
- Did he say anything when he came out of his coma?
- Anything about his accident or what happened
that might actually be of use to us?
- Well, I'm not sure if this is of much help
but he did mutter something although he was
in a state of delirium.
- What, what did he say?
- Well, I can't be sure of the exact words
but it seems that he and his missing friend
were in the woods shooting rabbits
with his friend's shotgun when they discovered
a secret underground chamber filled with military equipment.
Oh, there's something else.
- What?
- There was something in that underground chamber
that obviously terrified the boy so much
that it caused him to run and that's what led
to the road accident.
- Yeah, I'm sorry, honey, but you know how big this case is.
There's just something about it doesn't add up.
Yeah, I know I missed dinner last night as well
but I can't just knock off, especially with the new boss
as my partner.
Don't be ridiculous.
And no, I'm not even sure if she likes men
if you know what I mean.
Go, gotta go.
Ah, so how'd it go in there?
- Archie owned a shotgun.
- Huh, so the boy Vince was probably telling the truth
about everything else he said in his rambling.
- Seems so.
Any developments here?
- Uh, army denies all knowledge of any soldiers
AWOL or deserting.
- Well, at least we have an idea
of what we might be looking for now.
- There was another thing which I thought
was a bit too much for coincidence.
- Go on.
- One of the murder investigation team
took a call earlier from an old geezer in a care home.
He said it was essential he speak to someone
in authority because he knew who was responsible
for the attacks.
- Why haven't we followed this up already?
- Well, it seems that although the old guy
managed to get to the phone, the people looking after him
were adamant he'd gone senile.
- Okay, so why are you telling me now
if this is just some crazy old guy
who watches too much TV.
- Because in his call he mentioned
about a so-called underground operational base
in Shafton Forest.
And he talked about it before the boy Vince
got out with that information.
So there's absolutely no way the old boy
could've heard about it from anyone involved in the case.
- Let's go talk to him.
How far is it?
- Few miles away.
- Let's go then, Sergeant.
Oh and by the way, I do like men.
Just haven't met a real one yet.
♪ Wrap it up put it in
♪ Never take it out
♪ Wrap it up put it in
♪ Never take it out
♪ Wrap it up put it in
♪ Never take it out
♪ Your hands against my hips
♪ My lips against your lips
♪ You take me to a paradise
♪ My waterfalls are bliss
♪ And I can it rain all night
♪ 'Cause tonight
- What was that? ♪ No rules apply
♪ I don't care who you been with ♪
- Oh my God.
- Carl, what's wrong?
♪ So for the next three hours
♪ Nothing else matters
♪ We can make time stand still
♪ Stand still
♪ I wanna box this
- You mustn't get Jack too excited or worked up.
Must they, Jack?
- We just wanna pick his brains a little bit.
- Well, that should be easy.
I haven't got much brains left to pick.
- Can you tell us about these operational bases?
- Yeah, OBs.
In 1940, hundreds of these places
were built underground and they remained operational
until they were abandoned when the Auxiliaries
were stood down in 1944.
Now, most of the people never knew anything about 'em.
And those who did know something about 'em
well, most of 'em are dead now.
- What were they built for, what were these Auxiliary units?
- The OBs were our last line of defense.
- Ah, so we're talking World War II.
- Yep.
After Dunkirk, remains of our little army came back
and uh, we knew that Hitler was going to invade us any day.
So Winston Churchill decided that he would create
a resistance group made up of the most able
and dedicated of the Home Guard.
- Dad's Army.
- That's right.
- Old men and young boys willing to fight
the invading Germans with pitchforks and blunderbusses.
- It was like that in the beginning.
But the Auxiliaries were something different.
- And you were one of the Auxiliaries.
- Yes, I was.
And we were so secret that this is actually
the very first time I've ever talked about it
in all that time.
- I think Jack's getting tired now.
Maybe you could come back tomorrow.
- I'm sorry, this is rather urgent.
- No, no, no, it's all right, love, it's all right.
Now listen, I think you better go make us a cup of tea
because what I'm gonna say here now might contravene
the Official Secrets Act
and I don't want to get you into trouble.
Well, not that way anyway.
Now, where was I?
Yes.
Those of us who volunteered and were selected
were taught how to kill the Germans
in the most horrible ways.
- So you were to fight on
after the supposedly imminent invasion.
- To the last man.
They gave us the best weapons available.
They gave us plenty of explosive.
They taught us how to survive, how to improvise,
and how to conduct guerrilla warfare.
- Using the underground OBs as boltholes.
- Yes.
They gave us 14 days of rations
'cause that was just about as long as we were expected
to survive after the balloon went up.
- I'm sorry, balloon went up?
- After the Germans invaded.
- Except the RAF defeated the Germans in the air
and without air cover, the Nazis would never
adventure across the Channel from France.
- You're right, the Battle of Britain.
Course all this must sound like ancient history to you.
- Thanks, Jack, this has been very helpful.
- No, now wait, there's something else you gotta learn.
- Don't upset yourself, Jack.
You told us a lot.
- The first task of the Auxiliaries
was to eliminant anyone who knew anything about us,
local policemen, town mayor, local dignitaries.
- You mean murder your own people.
- Yes.
Anyone who might have any knowledge of our whereabouts
and who could give it away under torture
or interrogation was to be eliminated.
Something went wrong.
There was an accident.
It's one of those things that happen in war.
The signal for the invasion was to be the ringing
of the church bells.
They'd been silent since Dunkirk.
I was walking home and the bells of the local church rang
and I was the only person on duty.
So I went straight to the OB.
There was no one there expect Bob Pearce.
Now, Bob Pearce was our commanding officer.
He'd helped to set the whole thing up.
I mean, he knew the whereabouts of every bunker in the area.
So we opened our secret orders and the first on the list
of the people to be killed was Bob Pearce.
I shot him in the bunker.
And then I climbed up to do the rest on the list.
And it was only when I got outside that I realized
that I couldn't hear the bells ringing anymore.
There had been no invasion.
It was just a couple of kids
who broke into the bloody church to ring the bells
for a lark.
- It was an accident of war a long time ago.
- I went back down into the OB, I smashed the radio,
I sealed the hatch, and as the months passed,
chances of invasion diminished,
and then we were all called up.
- What relevance do you think this has to our case?
- I think Bob Pearce has come back to kill Nazis.
No, no, no, I know it sounds ridiculous,
but please listen to me.
Bob swore to me once that no matter what,
even if he was killed, he would find a way to come back
and kill Germans.
- So why kill police officers?
- Oh, that's, that's easy.
I mean, you think about the police officers in those days.
All they had were those tall helmets.
They were armed with a watch, a whistle,
and a truncheon.
Now, these days you're all wearing stab jackets,
you're carrying automatic weapons,
and you're all dressed in black.
Have you ever seen pictures of the Waffen-SS?
- Okay, so why now after what must be 75 years?
- I think somebody found and opened the hatch.
- It's gonna be okay, Jack.
We know what we're looking for now in the forest.
Thank you.
- I, if you're going after Bob,
you'll take me with you, won't you?
- I'm not sure that's gonna be possible.
- You'll never find it.
That place was designed to be concealed from the enemy.
I can take you exactly to the place.
- Thank you, Jack.
We'll let you know if we need you.
- All right.
Thank you.
- Well, if we tell any of this to anyone on the force,
they'll think we've lost our marbles.
- Maybe not.
- How so?
- Well, from what the old boy told us,
maybe we should be looking for a nut
who is using this OB underground base.
- DI Huntley.
There's been another murder.
- How lovely of you to join us.
I should fill you in on what's happening, shall I?
- I'd rather hear it from forensics, thank you.
- A fairly straightforward crime, Detective Inspector.
A young man in the front of a car with his throat cut
and, again, probably died instantly.
- And the shoe, tell them about the shoe.
- I will get to that.
Please don't try and tell me my job.
- Shoe?
- Well, we're convinced there was another occupant
in the car,
most probably a woman as we found a handbag
in the passenger side foot well and a discarded shoe.
- I'll send a couple of officers over to scour the woods
to see if they can find another dead body.
- Or missing person.
- Do we have identities?
- Well, we've got the man's details from the contents
of his pocket.
We haven't as yet opened the handbag
as we're checking the blood spattered on the side of it,
most probably from the murder vic.
- Could the missing woman have carried out the murder?
- Theoretically possible except for two factors.
You see the victim was undoubtedly attacked
from above and behind.
If you take a look at the roof of the vehicle,
somebody, and quite possibly the murderer,
has gained access from outside after ripping a hole
in the canvas hood.
- That's a German car.
- Uh, does that have any bearing whatsoever on this matter?
- It might do.
- Huntley, I've communicated
to the Assistant Chief Commissioner
and she has agreed with me that it's time
to bring in the army so that we can do
a thorough search of this forest
so that we can catch this sicko, okay?
Good.
Carry on.
- Looks like it's time for some more drastic measures.
- I'm not being funny now.
But we're not gonna scale up the operation now
for one lunatic hiding in the forest.
- I got up early this morning because I thought
there was gonna be at least double this amount of men.
What is this?
- All right.
Assistant Chief Commissioner Dale
was expecting more men, sir.
- I'm sorry I don't have the manpower to spare more troops
for an operation of this nature.
And Grant here is a very experienced officer
at rooting out terrorist.
All our men have been operationally trained
for this type of mission.
- Sir.
- All right, boys, we're going into Shafton Forest.
Obviously the ground that we're dealing with
is thick and uneven woodland.
Advance with caution.
Situation enemy forces,
we're dealing with one lone insurgent.
He's responsible for a lot of casualties
so he seems like he's gonna be trained.
Situation friendly forces,
we're gonna be joined by our friends in the police force.
Hopefully they won't get in the way.
Our mission, find, apprehend, or neutralize the insurgent.
All right, boys?
- Sir.
- Happy?
- Sir. - Let's go.
- What on Earth?
What exactly are you playing at, Detective Inspector,
bringing this elderly gentleman here?
- This is Jack.
He's a member of the Auxiliary Group.
He worked from an underground base here
back in 1940.
He's gonna show us where that base is
and who's hiding there.
- All right, look, this is ridiculous.
What makes you think someone's gonna use
a redundant old wartime base?
What are the chances this guy can remember that far back?
Forest doesn't even look the same.
- How long were you based here?
- Few months now, but I remember it
like it was yesterday.
- So why were you here?
- When the German Army swept over this area,
our job was to kill, delay, harass
with all possible means.
Our second function was to use our radios
to inform what was left of the British Army
of the situation.
- Can you give me information about what somebody
trying to emulate your resistance group
might have done that we haven't released to the media?
- Yes, ma'am, I think I can.
It would surprise me if you have not come across
some disemboweled bodies
with their entrails decoratively spread.
- What was the point of that?
- To intimidate the enemy.
There's nothing quite like seeing your mate's guts
spread out like a plate of spaghetti
for making you pause to think.
- Anything's worth a try.
- Thank you, ma'am.
- You fit to talk?
- But you're not gonna believe me.
The military police spoke to me just now
and they think I knocked my brains out.
- That's okay.
Most of our colleagues feel the same about us
and we haven't been hit on the head.
- Or choked half to death.
But I know what I saw and I know what I felt
and that thing was cold and dead.
- Well, this is our friend Jack.
He thinks he has some answers.
He wants to ask you a few simple questions.
- Okay.
- Hello, darling.
Now, this thing you saw, was it wearing
a military uniform?
- Wasn't paying much attention to what it was wearing.
Even thinking about it makes me shudder
and it happened so fast.
But uh, maybe it did have or at least some remnants
of Cargi, but it was decayed and like a body dug up
and its eyes were just--
- Why do you think it stopped attacking you,
let you go?
- If this lump on my head is letting me go,
then I don't know what you mean.
But it did look at me and seemed surprised, curious,
as if I was from another planet.
It started to study my uniform.
Uh, it was disgusting.
It smelled putrid.
- It's confused because she's black.
- Excuse me.
- Oh, no, no, no, no offense intended, darling.
Now, I'm sorry, but look at it
from his perspective, all right.
I mean, he knows that the Nazis are the most racist people
on the planet.
You are clearly of Afro-Caribbean descent.
There is no way that they would've allowed her
in their army.
He's confused.
- Okay, this is all getting very weird.
- Stormtroopers here, too.
Here, tell that officer up ahead to slow down
and keep his eyes peeled.
- All right, we've thrown a police cordon
round the entire forest.
Now nothing can get out.
We'll have the murdering bastard this time.
- Listen, before you do anything,
let me talk to Bob because I don't think
you're gonna be able to stop him by physical means.
- Do you really give any credence to this old man's fantasy?
Because I think your career's pretty much blown if you do.
- Jack, do you really believe that this Bob Pearce
is carrying out these murders from beyond the grave?
- Yes, ma'am, I do believe that.
Bob Pearce was a patriot.
He died for his country and I believe he thinks
that the Germans have landed and are invading.
And if I am right, you're gonna find a few surprises
that he's set for us up ahead.
- This man has confessed to murdering his superior officer.
Shouldn't you be talking to the CPS about a prosecution
instead of indulging him in this stupidity?
- Excuse me.
- With me, boys.
This way.
It's not far.
- All right, take it slow.
- Boys, keep left.
Hold back.
- Mother me.
- She's alive!
Get back!
- Why?
- God, no, get me down!
Get me down!
- Booby trap.
Get down!
- Grenades, take cover.
- Oh, God!
No, no!
Get me down.
- I don't know much about it,
but I don't think you can delay a grenade that long
before it explodes.
- All right, everyone stay where you are.
- Get me down!
- They might be ancient and obviously pretty much dud
but they're still dangerously volatile.
Someone help this lady.
- Oh, fuck her, get me down!
- Go and get the bomb disposal team and medics.
- Chief, ah!
- And take your time.
God knows what other booby traps are in these woods.
- Ah, oh yeah.
Oh, oh.
- I don't think they're gonna get anything
out of her for a couple of hours.
Poor kid.
- Shouldn't we wait for the others, sir?
- No, waste of time.
This is the area we should be searching.
Clear evidence somebody's been living here.
Quiet, quiet!
And whoever it is is still around.
You should've been more vigilant.
You two, take this idiot back to the field hospital,
get me another one, get back here as soon as possible.
You two with me.
- Oh!
- Tell 'em to stop.
- What's wrong?
- We're here.
- Captain.
Halt your men.
- What's the problem?
- You see that rotting trunk there?
- Yeah.
- That is a chimney.
Now, if I remember correctly, just over behind those bushes
was the escape hatch.
- Escape hatch.
Meadows, go and check out that escape hatch.
- Yeah, this is the place.
- What do you mean this is the place?
Jack, there's nothing here.
- You're standing on top of it.
- Yeah, there's something here.
- Captain, I found it but the ground slipped
and covered everything up.
This is the only way out.
- All right, how do we open it?
- Oh right then.
Only thing I ever nicked from the army was this.
Now, now.
Now, as I remember, the catch ,
the catch was over this way.
Ah, there you are.
Come on now, Bob.
There are no Germans here.
They're all British.
There was no invasion.
Those bells, ah, they were a mistake.
The RAF beat the Germans in the sky
and then Hitler bought London.
He went and invaded Russia instead.
And then all, all the decent people in the bloody world
come to our side.
The Empire, the Commonwealth, the Dominions,
even the Yanks got in.
Late as usual, but by God.
Anyway,
Bob, the only thing that remains now
is something between you and me and let's do this
man to man, face to face, the way we would
back in 1940.
Come on out now, old friend, please.
Come on out.
- Go!
- No, it's all right, it's all right.
It's Bob.
Bob, I'm... I want you to know
how sorry I am.
Those bells, it wasn't the invasion.
It was a couple of kids that broke into the church
for a lark.
And then you, you saw the orders
for me to kill you
and the others.
Bob.
I'm, I'm, I'm so sorry, mate.
I'm truly sorry.
I beg you, forgive me.
- You all right?
Jack.
Just breathe.
- All right, what's up?
You okay, sir?
- We need you back to a safe distance
so we can get down there and sort this out.
According to records, there's enough unstable TNT down there
to blow up the whole of Shafton Forest.
- I don't know how the hell
you're gonna write this one up, gov.