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Please, ladies and gentlemen,

give my client some room.

Mr. Benson, what do
you think the verdict will be?

I have confidence in the jury.
They´re decent men and women.

They´ll see
that I´ve done nothing wrong.

What have you got to say
to the people you cheated?

I haven´t cheated anyone.

I´m devastated
that people have lost money

who invested with me,

and I shall do my best
to pay it back

as soon as this whole
futile business is over.

Mr. Benson, are you saying
this trial is futile?

My client has nothing further
to add!

I would not be standing here

with my business
and my health in ruins

if it weren´t for
the misguided enthusiasm

of certain senior policemen

who seem determined
to find a scapegoat

when there is no one to blame
except the market.

Ladies and gentlemen!
Ladies and gentlemen, please!

My client is not well.

He has no further comments
to make.

-Mr. Fisher!
-Mr. Fisher!

What is the police´s standpoint?

Is it true that the Barstock
Police are out to nail Benson

due to the collapse of
the Benevolent Fund?

I have no comment to make.
Kindly clear out of my way.

My car is waiting.
I have no statement to make!

-Goodbye!

Dauphinoise!

Two pies, table four.

One mousse, one caramel,
table two.

Table three are still waiting
for their moules marinières.

-The soufflé --
-No, no, no!

It´s two minutes.
It´s okay.

Two moules marinières.

Can I give you a hand
with that, Chef?

Yes, please.

You know, these lunchtimes
are getting ridiculous, Gary.

We must be doing
something right.

Well, yes, but I think we ought
to put a stop to it immediately.

-Ugh!

Pie in the Sky.
Can I help you?

-Hello, sir.

I have a job for you.

Syllabub for Prince Charming
on table five.

Fancy him, do you?

Not half as much
as he fancies himself.

Damn!

Duty calls, eh, Chef?

Yes. I´m sorry, Gary.
Can you manage by yourself?

Yeah. I´m sure we can
hold them off till teatime.

Thanks a lot. I´ll try and be
back by then at the latest.

Another bottle
of the zinfandel, madam?

That´d be nice.

Got your attention, though,
didn´t I?

Was everything okay?

The service was a little rushed.

I´m sorry.
We are rather busy.

Oh. Not too busy for a smile,
though, are we?

There.
That didn´t hurt, did it?

Coffee?

No.
Got to run.

Here.

Keep the change.

That´s an awful lot.
I don´t think that I can --

Well, next time I come in,

you can take special care
of me, okay?

I have no comment to make.
My car is waiting.

Look at that.

Simply appalling
the way the media

allows itself to be manipulated.

Shocking, sir.

Benson´s managed
to make it look

as if we invented this case
out of spite!

Mm.
It´s outrageous.

Why should we want to do
a thing like that?

Just because
he embezzled half a million

from the Police Benevolent Fund.

It´s ridiculous.

You´re very calm about this,
Crabbe.

Considering that money
was meant for

impoverished retiring officers.

Well, it´s long gone now, sir,
isn´t it?

Sitting in some
untraceable offshore account.

You could just wish the trustees
hadn´t been quite so trusting.

You know, I mean,
what was Benson offering?

28% return?

Margaret looked at the figures,
said they were ludicrous.

Yes, thank you, Crabbe.

It´s easy to be wise
with hindsight.

Ah. Mm.

Being a trustee is harder
than it looks, isn´t it, sir?

Yes. It is.

Anyway, we´ll just have to
wait now for a verdict.

Judge Harcourt has asked
that the jury

be placed in a hotel
while they deliberate.

We´re sending them
to the Middleton Luxor.

The Luxor?

Brilliant. That´ll concentrate
their minds wonderfully.

Under the supervision
of the Public Duties Squad.

You, Morton, and Guthrie
will stay with them

until they´ve reached
their verdict.

This is
a high-profile case, Crabbe.

The public expects Benson
to get exactly what he deserves.

Which is a fair trial, I trust.

We´re here to uphold justice,
Crabbe, not impose our own.

Glad to hear it, sir.

So why are you still here?

-Sir.
-Hello, Morton.

Welcome to the Mary Celeste.

Hello.

Got a room for me?
Name of Crabbe?

Uh, yeah.
I´ll be with you in a minute.

Yes, sir.

Yeah.

250 grand?

It´s a halls-adjoining semi,
for God´s sake,

not the Brighton Pavilion.

-Excuse me, sir.

You´re still
on jury service, sir.

Same rules apply.
No tape recorders --

-It´s a mobile phone, actually.
-Yeah, and no mobile phones.

Look, I´ve been
doing this trial for months.

Have you any idea
what it´s doing to my business?

Some idea, sir, yeah.

Uh, nothing down here
for Crabbe.

Who´s in charge here?

I am, madam.

Detective Inspector
Henry Crabbe.

Do you really expect us
to stay in this --

Come on, Anne.
We´re all in the same boat.

And I suppose that´s supposed to
make me feel better, is it?

Between you and me, I wouldn´t
quarantine my dog in here.

But it is taxpayers´ money,

and I just think we should,
well, show a bit more effort.

I´m sorry about that, Inspector.

We´re all a bit wound up
by the trial.

Mr. Dunfries is the foreman
of the jury.

-Hello.

You seem to be bearing up
rather well.

Oh, I´ve put up with
a lot worse than this

when I ran my own company.

Um, if you´ll just excuse me.

Sure.

Have you got rooms
for all these people?

Uh, for the jury, yes.

We have nothing
for anyone called Crabbe.

Is the bar open yet?

Ah, yeah.
It´s just through there.

Cheers.

Right?

Get this young man
to find me a room.

If he doesn´t, arrest him.

Yes, sir.

Now, while you´re all here,
you´re still officially on duty,

so I must ask you not to discuss
any aspect of the trial

with anyone outside the jury.

Not even us.

Excuse me.
Have the rooms got satellite TV?

I´m afraid I don´t know.

But I must remind you

to avoid watching any of the
media coverage of the case.

We already have to
sit through it all day.

Why can´t we find Benson
not guilty and go home?

- The man is obviously innocent.
- Come on, everyone.

It´s our duty to weigh up
all the evidence.

Mr. Foreman, I thought we agreed
no smoking during jury sessions.

This isn´t a jury session,
is it?

Uh, we have arranged
a conference room

for your sessions
from tomorrow onwards.

Until then, I must ask you
to stay inside the hotel.

The court will pay
for all your meals.

Does that include drinks
as well?

Mm.

Babysitting a bunch of jurors
with cabin fever.

Not exactly cutting-edge
policing, is it?

Oh, I don´t know.

We might stop them
killing each other.

That counts as crime prevention.

Yeah, well,
it´s not why I joined the force.

"Peeled baby prawns recline
on an emerald bed of chiffonade,

dipped in a delicately flavored
sauce mayonnaise."

Is that prawn cocktail?

Yes, sir.

Uh, w

Don´t know, sir.
Chef hasn´t opened the packet.

I mean, it´s all a waste of time
anyway, isn´t it?

I mean, Benson´s gonna walk.
It´s obvious.

What, ´cause he´ll swing
the jury?

No, because he´s connected.

Got mates where it matters.

Oh, here we go.

I think I´ll skip the starter.

We do have a special today, sir.

Shepherd´s pie.

Shepherd´s pie?

Oh. Back already.

Couldn´t keep away.

Have you booked?
I mean, we are full tonight.

Oh, come on, darling.

Who´s sitting there?

That table´s been reserved
for 9:00.

Perfect.
It´s only just gone 8:00.

Well, get your skates on.

If Benson´s so well connected,

how come he´s on trial
in the first place?

They´ve got to keep up
appearances, haven´t they?

And who are "they"?

Pfft. You tell me.
You´re the one in with the nobs.

Guthrie, at your last medical,

did the term "paranoid
delusions" come up at all?

Here, chuck this,
and don´t let Mellors see you.

Go on.

I enjoyed the floor show.

Oh! Don´t tell the manager --
He´ll charge you extra.

Actually, I was really impressed
with that shepherd´s pie.

It had a wonderful
old-fashioned flavor.

Oh, that´s minced roast lamb.
There´s nothing like it.

And there was something else.
Um...

Anchovy essence?

That is spot-on.

Have you ever tried putting
potato on the bottom

as well as on the top?

No.

I see -- So that the juices
flow into the mash.

And -- And...

Vernon! What´s this?

Um, it´s the suppliers.

They keep dumping
their returns on us.

Those suppliers deliver value
for money,

and you´re supposed to
be working to a budget!

I´m sorry, sir.

The public are not allowed
into the food-preparation area.

I wanted to
congratulate your chef

on the wonderful shepherd´s pie.

Shepherd´s pie?

I made it for the staff.

I must apologize, sir.

Shepherd´s pie is not
the sort of cuisine

clients expect
from a Luxor Hotel.

May I have a word please, Chef?

All the same, it was first rate.
Thanks.

How many times
do I have to tell you?!

This is a Luxor Hotel, not the
Andrew Vernon greasy spoon!

We serve haute cuisine
as laid down by head office!

Can we just drop it, Guthrie?

Typical, innit?

Use a shotgun for a robbery,
and you´re a villain.

Use a briefcase,
and you´re an entrepreneur.

What was all the shouting?

Just the manager.

Seems to prefer haute cuisine
to decent cooking.

Mm, I think you made the best
choice with the shepherd´s pie.

Think I´ll just have a coffee.

Sign here, please.

Uh, sign for what?

For the flowers.
One of your lot ordered them.

And he didn´t want them,
apparently.

Well, perhaps you should
take it up with him.

Uh, no, no, no.
I don´t think so.

There´s £65 worth here,

and I think
somebody should pay for it.

Excuse me, can I just see this?

"In dead earnest."

He was very offensive
about it too.

And I don´t have to put up
with that sort of attitude.

Do you know what I mean?

Room 301.

That´s one of our jurors.

Ernest Keane.

Mr. Keane.
Everything all right?

Great!

I´ve got a minibar
and everything.

All these different types
of nuts.

Fancy a drink?
Are you on duty?

You were going to tell us,
weren´t you?

I didn´t see the point.

I mean,
it´s obviously a mistake.

Mr. Keane, it´s a wreath
addressed to you.

It´s a stupid joke.

It doesn´t bother me, honest.

That´s not the point.

I won´t have to leave the jury,
will I?

I would have thought
you´d be glad to get away.

You must be joking.

I haven´t had
so much fun since...

Look, I´m out of work
at the moment.

Employers think if you´ve been
on benefit a few years,

your brains turn to porridge.

Mr. Keane --

But I´ve really worked on
this case, studied the evidence.

Damn sight better than that
stuck-up bunch of deadheads.

I think the guy´s innocent.

No, no, no.
You mustn´t discuss it.

Yeah, but that´s it!

This won´t make any difference.

Please don´t send me home now.

Can´t go back to watching telly
all day.

It´s like...

It´s like waiting to die,
you know?

We´re gonna have to
tell the judge, aren´t we?

And Fisher.

-Yeah, but he won´t blame us.
-Ha!

First, we have to
assess the damage.

Mr. Dunfries,
it´s Detective Inspector Crabbe.

Ah, sorry.
We´ll come later.

No, no, fine. Please.
I´m just sorting myself out.

-Just a quick word.
-Come in, please.

-Thank you.

Oh, please, by all means.

So, what´s the problem?

Someone has sent a wreath
to Ernest Keane.

Oh, my God.

I know.
Not exactly subtle.

So I suppose we´ll have to
talk to the rest of the jury.

They´re good people, Crabbe.

I don´t think
they´d let themselves

be leant upon by anybody.

Mm. Yes.

Have you noticed
any unusual behavior?

Nothing other
than the homicidal tendencies.

No, not really.

Yes, they do tend to be
quite a little temperamental.

Well, it´s nothing
I can´t handle.

I´ve chaired hairier meetings
than this.

Um, may I?

-Sorry.
-Thank you.

Oh, of course. You used to run
your own business.

Dunfries Security.

Yeah, I got rid of it
a few years ago.

Took early retirement.

No point in all that sweat

if you´re not gonna
reap the rewards.

Don´t touch that, sir.

Is that your family?

Yes, it is.

Somebody must have been in here.

While I was in the shower.

Oh, God.

Pour us another drink, darling.

I like the view
when you lean over.

I´m sorry, but the other guests
have arrived.

Well, they can wait, can´t they?

If you´d like to finish off,
you´re welcome to --

No, I would not like to
finish off.

I´m really sorry,

but I did say that the table
was booked for 9:00.

And I said get your skates on.

You´ve got great legs, but they
don´t move very fast, do they?

-No, I would not like the bill.

It´s just that --

That´s it!
I´d like to see the manager.

The owner isn´t here, sir.
Can I help?

Who´s this?
The assistant pot washer?

I think sir´s had
rather a lot to drink, Sally.

Sir hasn´t even started yet.

I gave this dizzy bint
a decent tip,

and I expect decent service.

I tell you what --
Forget about he bill.

It´s on the house, okay?

Fine. Okay.

But you haven´t heard
the last of this.

Good night, sir.

Safe journey.

You don´t even know
who I am, do you?

No, sir.

But I´m sure you´ll remember
in the morning.

Good night.

You okay?

A wreath?

Yes, sir.

And we´ve absolutely no idea

how many other jurors
may have been threatened.

Brilliant.

I know, sir.
I´m very sorry.

-Utterly brilliant.

Once we´ve pinned this
on Benson, he´ll be finished.

Well, we don´t actually know
it was Benson, sir.

Well, who else would it be,
his fairy godmother?

Well, whoever it was,
it was just so blatant.

Well, of course.
Benson wants a mistrial.

That´s why he´s hobbling about
on sticks.

He thinks if the case collapses

the CPS will lose its bottle
and drop all charges.

No, Crabbe.

No mistrial, and that´s final.

I rather think that´s a matter
for the judge, isn´t it, sir?

Yes, Crabbe, it is.

But if I have to go
to his Lordship

and tell him the trial has
collapsed after four months,

I´ll need more than excuses.

I´ll need Benson´s head
on a plate.

Well, if I could just have
a dozen extra officers.

Out of the question.
Cost a fortune.

But the jury
have to be protected.

And the best way of doing that
is to catch Benson red-handed.

Yes, but they may reach
a verdict by tomorrow.

I may not have the time.

Well, you´d better get
a move on, then, hadn´t you?

-Aah!

Oh, my God!
Stop it!

Help! Help!
Help me, somebody!

You´re gonna break
my bloody neck!

Let go of me!

For God´s sake,
you´re gonna kill him!

You´re under arrest!
You do not have to say anything!

But it may harm your defense

if you do not mention
when questioned

anything you may later rely on
in court!

-Ow!
-Oh, shut up, you idiot!

Oh! Deep breaths, darling.
Deep breaths.

You´re all right.

What the hell
do you think you´re doing?

Who asked you
to barge in here like this?

Us?
Who asked him?

I take it
you were expecting Mr. Wise?

We are consenting adults.
It is perfectly legal.

Well, that´s not the view
the court may take.

You are on active jury service.

It´s none of
the court´s damn business.

And besides,
nobody even knew about it

until you lot came storming in.

I may or may not have to
report this to the judge,

but I can assure you
that from now on

this will remain
strictly confidential.

Is everything all right?

Come on in.
We´re having an orgy.

What on earth´s going on?

Who´s responsible
for all of this?

Can we talk
outside the door please?

This is not the sort of behavior

we will tolerate
at a Luxor Hotel.

Thank you.

Um...

E-Enjoy the rest
of your evening.

I do remember asking you
to keep an eye on the rooms.

I don´t recall the bit
about the SAS.

It looked like a
life-threatening situation, sir.

Well, it probably felt like one
to them.

Never mind.

We can´t just sit around waiting
for whoever it is

to make the next move.

I thought we were after Benson.

He´s the only one
with a motive.

He´s the only one
with an obvious motive.

Anyway, he´s not gonna be
doing it himself, is he?

He´ll get someone else
to do it for him.

It might be somebody
on the inside.

Okay.
Go and get some sleep.

First thing tomorrow,
start trailing Benson.

Find out where he goes,
who he talks to, what he does.

Meantime,
I´ll talk to the staff,

and you can keep an eye
on the inmates.

Oh, typical.
I always get the crap jobs.

And just for that,
you can take the first watch,

and I´ll relieve you
at 4:00 a.m.

Meantime, excuse me if I go and
enjoy my view of the car park.

Good night.

Well, well, well.

Morning.

Ah, yeah.

This is your place, isn´t it?
You´re Crabbe.

That´s right, yes, Mister, um...

Sebastian.
Victor Sebastian.

You´ll remember the name
when you´ve heard it in court.

In court?

Your staff make a habit of this,
do they?

Ripping off the customers,

then throwing them out
halfway through a meal?

I-I´m sorry --
Can we start this again?

Oh, I see.
You´re suing us.

For personal injury, distress,
and damage to a John Smith suit.

Teach that
little slapper of yours

some respect for the punters.

I´m afraid I don´t know anything
about this.

Then you better speak
to your staff, mate.

Because unless I get an apology,

your tatty little caff
is finished.

And I mean
a deep and sincere apology.

If you get my drift.

Yep. Got that.

Morning, Chef.
Everything okay?

Well, not everything, Sally.

We need to talk.

Well, how are we today?

Ah, well...

Sorry.

Oh!

I told him
we didn´t have a table,

but he just sat down anyway.

Then he got drunk
and started shouting

that he´d given me a big tip
and I had to be nice to him.

-You can ask Gary.
-We don´t need to ask Gary.

I just wanted to hear your side
of the story, that´s all.

He kept making these remarks.
He was so disgusting.

And he had this ring
´round the collar of his shirt

from fake suntan cream.

You know the stuff?

Do you really think
he´s gonna sue us?

I don´t know.

"Degrading and humiliating
treatment."

Sounds like he´s gonna take us

to the European Court
of Human Rights.

So, what you gonna do?

Well, I´m not gonna do anything.
I rather hoped you might.

You want me to apologize?

No, no, not really.

Dealing with ugly customers
is part of the job.

But I-I think you could
sort him out yourself.

Okay, Mr. Crabbe.

For God´s sake, he had
some bad luck, that´s all.

He went bust.
He´s not the first.

Sir.

Ah, Constable.
All quiet?

No, no.
I´d be worried if it was, sir.

Well, as long
as they don´t start

throwing chairs at each other.

I checked the staff.
Nothing.

Ah, Morton.

Looking indecently smug
about something.

Would you care
to share it with us?

Oh, don´t be ridiculous!

There´s nothing wrong with them.

They´re cracked.
They´re a health hazard.

Yeah, well, try washing them.

Look, if an inspector comes
in here, we´ve both had it.

It´s hardly my fault if you
don´t know how to run a kitchen.

There are plenty of chefs
out there

who´d be glad of the chance.

Mr. Mellors?

I´m sorry, sir,
customers are not allowed

into the food-preparation area.

Actually, as I remember the law,

a customer can inspect
the kitchens at any time.

You want to inspect
the kitchens?

Not particularly, no.
But I do want a word.

I am extremely busy.

About the criminal associations
of a member of your staff.

How long have you known
Marcus Benson?

I´m sorry?

You were playing golf with him
this morning.

Mind you, it´s nice to see him

getting out and about
these days,

what with
his delicate condition.

Mark´s doctor told him
the fresh air would do him good.

He´s under a lot of stress
at the moment,

thanks to you people.

Mark?

It´s Marcus, isn´t it?
Marcus Benson?

All his friends call him Mark.

Ah.

And I suppose you discuss
business with him, don´t you?

We usually do.

And did you tell him you were
doing rather well lately,

what with having the jury
staying here?

Well, I did, uh...

We might have...

We chatted generally
about business.

You do understand

that discussing the jury´s
arrangements with the defendant

could be looked at
as contempt of court

or even conspiracy to pervert
the course of justice?

No.
Look, I had no idea.

Did Benson ask you to make

any communication
with the jury at all?

No. I just --

You just passed on information
about their protection.

No!

Well...

I mentioned that carry-on
the other night.

Seemed funny at the time.

Funny.

Constable, what is
the going rate

for conspiracy to pervert
the course of justice?

Hard to say, sir.

About two years inside?

Now, look, I had no idea there
was any hint of illegality.

I´ll break off
all contact with him?

I hadn´t spoken to him
for months anyhow.

Well, there might not be
any need for official action.

Yet.

Thank you.

I really am most...

You know, it was just a --

an indiscretion
on -- on my part.

That´s all.

By the way...

That chef of yours -- Vernon --
How long has he been here?

Uh, a month or two.

We took him on
when his restaurant went bust.

You know what I find
really criminal?

Taking a man
of Vernon´s obvious talents

and then using him
like a kitchen skivvy.

It´s such a waste.

Well, I suppose I may have been
a little heavy handed.

You know, I´d have thought that
a man of his obvious talents

would´ve been a tremendous asset
to any hotel.

It would reflect rather well
on the management, actually.

You know,
you´re absolutely right.

In fact, I´d been meaning
to review

our culinary policy anyhow.

Oh, good.

Well, I mean, you´ve got
lots of things to do.

Fences to mend.
That sort of thing.

We´ll let you get on with it.

Constable?

What, is that it?
I thought he was a perfect fit.

Well, you don´t really think
he had the bottle

for nobbling a jury, did you?

So we´ve been
wasting our time, then?

Oh, I don´t think so.

I suspect the cooking
will improve.

-Oh!

Ooh!

-Mmm!
-Shh, shh, shh!

I thought you´d learned
your lesson last night.

Oh, no, it takes more than that
to put me off.

Wait, wait.
Wait!

I wanted a shower.

Got to get dirty first.

Oh, stop.
Wait, wait. Wait.

-Oh! Oh!

Aah! Aah!

Aaaaaah!

Oh, God, it´s horrible.

Who could have done this?

And why pick on us?

I mean, we both think
the guy´s innocent.

Thought he was innocent.

You mustn´t discuss
the case with me.

It´s not blood, sir.
It´s just some sort of red dye.

Oh, well, that´s a big relief.

You said there was a note.

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

"Why not order reprints for your
family, friends, and pupils?"

Pupils?

I´m the, um, headmistress.
of -- of a girls´ school.

These are hardly
the sort of photographs

I´d like to be passed ´round
the dorm.

Ah.

It´s not what most people mean
by jury service.

Oh, shut up!

This is no time
for puerile jokes.

My career could be ruined.

Oh, give it a rest.
It´s you, you, you, isn´t it?

When my wife sees these,
she´ll take me to the cleaners.

Well, you should have
thought of that

before you started coming on
like Don Juan!

-You were flattered!
-I was bored!

You weren´t bored
the other night, you stuck-up --

All right, all right.

P.C. Morton will help you
get cleaned up.

Yeah, well, what about these?

How are you gonna
clean these up?!

A surveillance camera?

Mm.

Well, it´s that
or a giant woodworm.

Just talked to the lab, sir.

Said they´ll have the result
of the prints by noon tomorrow.

Well, I don´t expect
it´ll help much.

Someone this meticulous
doesn´t leave trails.

He knows what rooms they´re in.

He knows what they do
for a living.

Mm.

Marcus Benson is
a common or garden con man.

He can´t walk through walls.

This is somebody
much closer to hand.

Mellors?

No, it´s too bold.

It´s just not his style.

Do you think they´ll come back?

Oh, yes. Definitely.

Because the trial
isn´t over yet.

He´s got in again?

Look, is there anything
we can do to help?

Just make sure
the doors are locked.

We´ll be keeping an eye
on the rooms.

Well, I don´t think
there´s any call for that.

I mean, he´s already
had a go at me.

Yeah.

That´s lovely.
Is that your house?

Yeah.
My wife, she adores it.

She´s always wanted to live
in a house like that.

You should come ´round for a
drink when this is all over.

-Touch wood.
-You´ll be fine, sir.

Well, I know you´re looking out
for us, Inspector.

I just hope
somebody´s looking out for you.

Yeah. Good night.

Good night.
Thank you.

-Got you!

Don´t move!

Watch it, would you?
This is delicate!

Careful, sir,
he´s got a suspect package.

It´s all right, Guthrie.
Let him go.

What are you doing here
at this time of the night?

-I came to see you.

I don´t know
what you said to Mellors,

but I just wanted
to say thank you.

Look.

Treacle tart!

It´s not official Luxor cuisine.
But go on, try some.

Mmm.

It´s got a tang of, um --
lemon juice!

Yeah, just to give it
that special touch, you know?

Oh, it´s got --

All right, Guthrie.
Carry on.

It´s, um...

It´s got almond pastry in it,
hasn´t it?

Half and half.

And what have you done
with the breadcrumbs?

Yes, it´s home-baked whole meal.
It´s a little sideline of mine.

Do you know, all this wants

is a great big dollop
of crème fraîche.

You´re totally wasted here,
Chef.

I had my chance.
I blew it.

It came down to me versus
the accountants, and they won.

Accountants.

Yes, well, they can be
a little merciless.

Fire!

What´s going on?!

There´s a fire!
Leave the building!

-No, me false teeth!
-No, no, no!

There´s no time for that!
Go!

It´s Dunfries!
He´s not answering the door!

Kick it in!

Grab him!

Get out!

I really

I really can´t remember
that much.

I woke up, and there was
a man standing over me.

The next thing was a pillow
across my face.

I did struggle, and I --
Well, I must have passed out.

But I supposed the pillow
saved me from the fumes.

How do you think he got in?

Well, he must have been
hidden inside the whole time

and then started the fire
to cover his escape.

Yeah, what with that
and the water damage,

it washed away all the evidence.

I don´t suppose you could
give us a description?

Let me think.

Oh, yes -- He was wearing a red
carnation in his buttonhole

and carrying a copy
of The Times under his arm.

Listen, I´m really very sorry.

It was our responsibility
to protect you.

Come on.
You two guys saved my life.

If anyone´s responsible,
it´s Mark Benson.

Mark Benson?

We´ll be reaching
a verdict shortly.

And if Mark Benson thinks
he can nobble this jury,

he´s in for a nasty surprise.

So if -- Well, if we´ve finished
here, I´ve got a job to do.

If you´ll excuse me.

Do you fancy a spin, Morton?

Sir?

We´re not going
to see Marcus Benson, are we?

Just keep driving straight on.

He´ll just laugh in our faces.

Well, I don´t blame him.

You ever work
in the counterfeit squad?

Counterfeit? No.

See, the genius of a good fake
lies in the details.

His are all wrong.

-No, Dunfries´.

His suntan´s fake.
Comes out of a bottle.

His Rolex is fake.

You can tell by the second hand.

So you think Dunfries is working
for Marcus Benson?

Mark Benson.

His friends call him Mark,
apparently.

Now, then, we´ll be coming up to
Manor House Farm on the left.

Manor House Farm?
Who lives there?

According to the court records,
Eric Dunfries.

This is the home
of Mr. and Mrs. Gardener.

Oh.

Dunfries used to live here,
though.

Ah.

Oh, I see.

So they´ve just bought it
from him, have they?

No, not exactly.

It was
a building-society repossession

about two years ago.

What?

Well, how did he get
his jury summons, then?

They forward his mail.

100 Carriff Drive,
Barstock Lea Estate.

Let´s have a look, then.

Well, maybe he´s one of those
eccentric millionaires

that doesn´t like to flaunt it.

No one´s in.

No one´s been in
for a long time.

I don´t think Benson´s
paying him enough.

I don´t think Benson´s
paying him at all.

D.I. Crabbe.

What? Oh! God.

Uh, yeah, all right.
We´ll meet you there, then.

Yes.

Jury´s reached a verdict.

Judge is nearly ready
to go in, sir.

Clerk of the court
says we got two minutes.

What is all this, Crabbe?

We´re ready to deliver
our verdict.

They´re all waiting.

I just wanted a moment
so we could have a talk.

Talk

About how
a wealthy retired businessman

comes to be living
on the Barstock Lea Estate.

Who, me?

It´s just
a temporary arrangement.

Is that all?

It´s been temporary for a couple
of years now, hasn´t it?

I made some bad investments,
that´s all.

It´s just until
I get back on my feet.

Oh.

These bad investments --

They weren´t made through
Marcus Benson, by any chance?

Oh, come on, Crabbe.

Benson wouldn´t have let me stay
on the jury if he knew me.

Yes. If.

He didn´t even recognize you,
did he?

That must have added insult
to injury

after everything
he´s done to you.

Benson didn´t do anything to me.

Sir?

Mr. Dunfries,
I´ve just been to your house.

Oh, what did you think of it?

My wife, she´s very fond
of that house.

Mr. Dunfries,
you live in a council house.

Your wife doesn´t love it.
She isn´t even there.

Nor is your son.

Benson didn´t do anything to me.

-Mr. Dunfries --
-Really.

I did it to myself.

I had a lovely home, a family,
and I wanted more.

See, that´s how Mark Benson
does his work.

He exploits your greed.

When he´d got rid
of all of my savings,

they repossessed the house,

and they threw us
out in the street.

Jenny said that,
well, she wanted time to think.

She took Tom with her.

So you wanted revenge?

Getting jury service on this
trial was a chance in a billion.

Then I found myself
with that bunch of idiots.

He stood there
and he sold them

the same pack of lies
that he sold to me.

And they wanted to let him go!

And since you used to run
a security company,

you knew how to pick locks,
set hidden cameras, all that.

Well, I didn´t think
it would go that far.

I thought there´d be a mistrial.

And I thought the next jury
would at least have

two brain cells
that you could rub together.

And also that you lot might have
come up with a bit of,

well, reasonable evidence.

Sir?

Assistant Chief Constable Fisher
wants a word.

Thank you.

Will you tell him I´ll see him

as soon as I´ve spoken
to the judge?

I suppose you´re going to
arrest me now, are you?

I´m very sorry.

Constable?

Eric Dunfries, I´m arresting you

for attempting to pervert
the course of justice.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention
when questioned

anything that you may later
rely on in court.

Cheer up, Crabbe.

I´ve put up with
a lot worse things than this.

When I was in business.

You´ll, uh --
You´ll let them know, won´t you?

My family, I mean.

They´re due back at any time.

I told her, you see,
that it was just temporary.

Till I got back on my feet.

Oh, I´ve put up with a lot worse
things than this.

Crabbe. Crabbe!

What the hell is going on?

What´s all this
about a mistrial?

Turns out the jury foreman´s

an old victim of Benson´s
looking for revenge.

I´ve just informed his Lordship.

You might have
consulted me first.

Well, I´m sorry, sir,
but there wasn´t a lot of time,

and it seemed
the right thing to do.

Perhaps you´d like to come to
the press conference and explain

exactly why this trial
has collapsed after four months.

I was simply following
your orders, sir.

Besides, I don´t want to take
all the credit.

Credit?

What credit?

Well, the Benevolent Fund
has suffered

because of Benson´s actions.

This demonstrates
that the police are not prepared

to see him tried unfairly.

Now, if that doesn´t
reflect well on the force,

I don´t know what will.

Besides,
it´s what you said, sir --

Our job is to uphold justice,
not to impose our own.

Yes.

Yes, I suppose that was
rather well said.

It was.
It was.

Besides, we did get a result.

What sort of character is he,
this man you´ve arrested?

Well, quite sad, really.

More sinned against
than sinning.

Nonsense.
He´s quite obviously a menace.

A bitter, cynical man determined
to corrupt British justice

without any regard
to the safety of others.

Well, I suppose that´s another
way of looking at it, sir.

I´ll handle the press, Crabbe.

You´ve done enough damage
in one day.

Mr. Benson, could we have
a statement, please?

My client is deeply shocked
and saddened

that this case has collapsed

without giving him the chance
to clear his name.

Do you think the CPS
will now drop the charges?

If they have an ounce
of compassion, they will.

This trial has ruined my life.

What about my life, Mark?

What about all the lives
you´ve ruined,

all the people
who´ve lost their savings,

their homes, their families?

What about their lives?!

And you still don´t remember me,
do you?!

You still don´t remember me!

Mr. Benson, is that
one of your victims?

The man must be a lunatic.

I´ve never seen him before
in my life.

Please don´t push,
ladies and gentlemen.

My client is a sick man.

And he has his golfing handicap
to worry about.

Are you coming
to the station, sir?

No. You sort it out.
I´ve got an errand to run.

Gary.
Someone here you ought to meet.

Andrew Vernon, Gary Palmer.

Hi.
Nice to meet you.

Ba-dum!

Ah. Treacle tart.

Ah, but just you taste it.

Then lock him in the fridge
and keep him there

till he gives you the recipe.

I´ll get a knife.

Oh. Hello.

My usual table, I fancy.

Have you reserved?
Only we´re fully booked.

Fine.

You´ve had your chance.
I´ll see you in court.

Actually I´m glad you came in.

I wanted to give you this.

You´re suing me?

For sexual assault.

You wish.
I never touched you.

I´ve got 20 witnesses.

You can´t afford the publicity.

If it puts off creeps
like you, mate,

we could use the publicity.

Oh, yeah?
Solicitors cost money, darling.

And I don´t think you earn
many decent tips.

This one´s doing it for nothing.
She´s a regular.

In fact, you probably met her
the other night

when you stole her table.

Fine.

Tell you what -- Let´s just
forget the whole thing.

And I won´t be coming back and
neither will any of my friends.

Sounds like a reasonable offer.
I´ll think about it.

Mmm.
Very good.

-Mmm.

-Hunky-dory, Chef.

Good because I´ve had
enough of court cases

to last me for the duration.

Now come and have
some treacle tart.

Mmm!

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