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You're late.

I'm here today to advise you

on the outcome
of our internal investigation.

And whether you will be reinstated.

You've been on suspension now for...

seven months.

And 11 days, yes, sir.

Ultimately it is my decision

whether to reinstate you or not.
You understand that, Frost?

Yes, I do, sir.

Anton Caldwell
raped and murdered children.

But your professional integrity
was severely compromised

when you assaulted him.

Yes, sir. I know that, sir.

I want it known loud and clear

that I will not tolerate
ANY officer,

no matter how damned clever
they are,

or how fine a service record
they have,

to assault a suspect.

Am I getting through to you?
Loud and clear, sir.

The internal investigation concluded

that your actions
cannot be condoned.

Those actions were in response
to extreme provocation

from a suspect resisting arrest

whilst uttering obscene descriptions
of the crimes

he had committed against children.

It is my decision that you are
reinstated as Detective Inspector.

Yes, sir. Thank you very much, sir.

As far as I'm concerned, Caldwell

was a blight
on the face of the earth.

And your career.

He's gone to where he belongs.

Well, let's just say his murder
in prison saved your neck.

Well, I suppose
I'd better be getting back

to the villains and sundry scum
of Denton

who'll be wanting
my undivided attention.

It's my monthly meeting, Jack.

You'd better join us
so I can bring you up to speed.

No, no, sir. No, it's all right.

You've got enough to do. You won't
want me getting in your way.

No, no, not at all. What better way
to welcome you back

than to include you in the briefing?

Yes, what better way indeed, sir (!)

Pity about the rain.
Yes...

Now, the Lollipop Campaign
has been a great success.

Lollipop Campaign?
By getting

doormen at various clubs to hand out
lollipops at closing time,

young people
are verbally less abusive

and less likely to instigate
physical violence.

Where's Lawson?
Duty CID sergeant.

I'm sure you'll be...

I bet she's done all the graft
since I've been away.

A fair bit.

I'll leave these statistics here

so that you can all peruse them
at your leisure.

These statistics are proof positive

that passive prevention is a vital
key in diverting the latent energy

of potential troublemakers.

I can't tell you how pleased we are
to see you back.

Mullett's been like a mother hen.

Sticking his beak in
every five minutes.

I see. Not so much about missing me.

More to do with getting Mullett
off your back, is it?

Something like that.
Bring me up to speed then.

Sergeant Toolan. The monthly reports
weren't on my desk this morning.

Oh, I'll get that sorted, sir.

Paperwork gone to hell in a handcart,
has it, sir,

since I've been away?
Quite the opposite.

DS Toolan's been...quite prompt.

MOBILE

Oh, that's mine.
No, no, I think it's me, Jack.

Nobody knows you're back yet.

DS Toolan...

I was thinking of giving these to the
constables to take to the schools

for crime awareness week.
Welcome back, Jack (!)

Thank you, sir.

Hello, Lawson.

Ah, guv, good to see you again.
And you.

So, what have we got?

Swimming without a licence, was he?

Yeah. A bloke from a narrow boat
said he found him.

Said he saw him
standing on a bridge.

He saw him again later
half a mile up the canal.

Alone, was he?

Yeah. He didn't see anyone with him.

Here we go. The dead man's watch.
Stopped just before half nine.

Very nice. Expensive watch, that.

Any chance it was suicide?

Well, it doesn't make a lot of sense
if it was suicide.

Even less
if it was attempted robbery.

Why's that?

Well, apart from his watch
and the wedding ring,

we've got an envelope
with 6,000 quid in 50s.

Blimey.

Certainly wasn't popping out

for a packet of fags and a newspaper,
was he?

Go on. What else?

Well, we've got a remote key fob
for a Ford vehicle.

And another unidentified car key.

And a small waterlogged notebook.

Is that it? No ID?

No, guv. The wallet's missing.

Sounds like a mugging
that's gone wrong to me.

Where's his car, then?

No sign of it, guv. Looks like he
walked here.

Well, with 6,000 quid on him you'd
have thought he could afford a taxi.

I'd place his age at about...

early 40s.

His hands indicate that he's
a white collar worker. A non-smoker.

So far no sign
of any drug or alcohol abuse.

Oh, so he died of boredom then,
did he?

Not quite.

Dr McKenzie wouldn't have noticed
anything untoward

as the body was cold

which would have sealed the wounds.
And the water washed away any blood.

Wounds?

Well, there's nothing obvious to me.

Just here.

Good lord!

Two stab wounds to the heart.

Very neat and tidy, isn't it?

The cuts are so close together,
there's very little change of angle.

So it wasn't a frenzied attack?

I'd say they were caused by
a short, sharp, fast thrust.

Someone got close
then maybe panicked?

Yeah. Like an amateur.

An amateur burglar going wrong.

Possibly, yeah.

Any idea what kind of knife?

A very short blade, something like a
modelling knife or a kitchen knife.

Well, he was first seen
on this bridge.

It was pouring with rain.

I don't reckon he would have walked
very far.

So he must have parked his car
nearby.

Let's go and have a look, shall we?
Yeah.

Aha.

Right. It's a Ford.

Not that one.

Volkswagen.

Ford.

Aha.

This is it.

Right, what have we got here?

Right, first aid kit there.

Torch.

Map book.

A pair of ladies sunglasses.

Kids books in the back here.

Yeah, this bloke was married,
all right.

Let's see if there's anything else.

No, nothing. No service book.

Try that other key in the lock.
Yeah.

No. Different car.

All right.
Let's have a look in the boot, then.

Huh. There you are, look at that.

Nothing.

This bloke wasn't very helpful,
was he?

No.
OK.

Let forensic get their hands on this.

You check out this number plate,
will you?

Oh! Ohh...
Guv? What is it?

I've got this bloody lolly
stuck on my tooth! Oh, God!

You shouldn't be let out.

Let's see.
No! You'll pull it out.

I'm not going to pull anything out.

Guv, I'm not going to touch it.

Let's have a look, shall we?

Oh...

Ahh...

Ah, yes.

It's the little vices
that cause us the most pain.

I'm for ever parking
in the wrong place.

(MUFFLED) Oh, are you?

Toffee lollipops
are a bit like parking tickets.

Are they?
Stick like hell,

and a bugger to get off sometimes.

Oh, yes, I suppose...

Your tooth has broken.

Oh, no...
The filling has come out.

And the sticky toffee is holding
on to a shattered piece of tooth

which has exposed the nerve.
Oh, no...

So, we can't get an injection
into you

until that lollipop comes out.

Oh...?

So, it's going to hurt.

Are we ready, then?

Oh, no...!

I know the cost of those parking
tickets always makes my eyes water.

Ohh!

Ahh...!

Pain...!

SHOP BELL

Hello, Reggie.

Two pork chops, thank you.

You look bloody marvellous.
Thank you, Reggie. Subtle as ever.

That'll be £2.10, please.

See you tonight, then?
Of course.

# ECSTASY TANGO

No, I think it's better
if we do it like this.

Have you told her yet?
No.

Have you told him yet?

Tonight, then?
Yes. We'll tell them tonight.

You see, the thing is,
if you haven't eaten all day

that Novocaine
can make you feel sick as a dog.

No? Right.

(MUFFLED)
Don't forget I paid for that.

Well, we can't let it go to waste.

And I've missed my lunch.

Here, don't you tell Mullett

it was a lollipop that did this.
I'll never live it down.

Course not.

Bad, is it?

I've got these painkillers
from the dentist.

You know, the heavy duty ones.

Not good on an empty stomach, that.

George, look, you've already said
that once. Anyone got any good news?

Forensics have dried out
the dead man's notebook.

Mind you, there's not really
a lot in it. Just these numbers.

J1210464.

J2161173 and there's...

Two beginning with G.
Yeah.

That could be anything, couldn't it?

Deposit box numbers, map references,
Lotto numbers

for some people.

Even tried working them out as
telephone numbers but with no luck.

Well, I'd better be getting on,
Jack.

Me too. I'm going to check out that
car number plate before we go home.

Which is approaching fairly rapidly.

Thanks. See you in the morning.
Thank you (!)

# BRAZIL

So what are you saying?
I just told you.

The competition's this week!
I know, Dolores. And I'm sorry.

But Shelley and I
just feel connected.

I bet you bloody do! Huh! How long
have you two been going at it?

Think he'd rather hobble around
the dance floor
with a poison dwarf like you?

Personal invective is unacceptable.
Dolores deserves better and so do I.

You're my partner.
We've practised for months.

Over the past few weeks,

Shelley and I have had
a few private sessions.

Not on the dance floor, I presume?

Len.
Watch your mouth, Belmont.

Even a fancy lawyer like you
can still lose a few teeth.

I won't be threatened.

This is unfair, this is.

Dolores dances like a dream.

I'll partner you, Dolores.

We can beat them
any day of the week.

Thank you, Reg. I'll deal with this.

You couldn't dance your way round
a pork chop, Muldane. Clear off.

It's none of your business.
Reg, go downstairs. Off you go.

It's all right, honestly. Go on.

Morrison, you're breaking every rule
of etiquette. You're appalling.

Please. Reconsider, won't you?

Come on now.
We've danced together for months.

And it's a tango.

We're so good at it.

That's what'll clinch it for us.

There's always next year, Dolores.

You'll find somebody else.

# JEAN

I'm so sorry, my dear.

Modo vincis, modo vinceris.

You win some, you lose some.

Oh, Oscar, you are a fool.

Perhaps we should partner
each other?

That would show them.

Perhaps we should.

Thank you, Oscar.

You're very kind.

Right, so the car's registered
to a company called...

CombiMed.

There's a box number
and a street number.

Hang on, hang on.

Here it is. It's the right number.

Combi what?
CombiMed.

I thought it was a pharmaceutical
company or something.

Not here, it's not.

Oh, well, it's got post boxes.

Nothing. Right.
Who's the bloke who rents this?

No idea.

Does he come in and check the box?

No, and there's never been anything
delivered either.

Did he pay for the box by cheque?
No, cash. A year in advance.

Not any more he doesn't.

Who was this bloke?

Ow!

You should get the hot water bottle
on that.

Oh, yeah, I'll look great, walking
round with a hot water bottle (!)

When you get to bed, I meant.

Yes, OK. Well, until that time comes,

who is this bloke
who is a ghost in more ways than one?

Must have been dodgy.
He sure didn't want to be found.

And his fingerprints weren't on file.

And why have a dummy address
with a company name

with no mail ever delivered?

Because Mr No Name was up to no good.

What, I do not know. Yet.

George,

what have you got?
PHONE

Forensics say they've got

two partial footprints
which don't match the dead man's.

We'll go down to forensics later.
Anything else?

Pathology reckon there were traces
of anti-fungicide in his wounds.

Oh.

Could that have been on the blade?
Probably, yes.

Do they know what anti-fungicide?

We don't know yet, no.
It seems fairly common

so it's far too early to isolate it.

Thank you.

Good news. I backtracked
the sales history of that car.

Has the mystery been resolved?

Well, before it was registered to
the CombiMed company two years ago,

it was sold to a Jenny Burrows
from North Denton.

Right, George, you stay here.

You and I will go and have a word
with this lady.

And you can do all the talking.

Cos you're good with ladies.

Right, guv.

Probably a good idea
you gave your jaw a rest, anyway.

DOG BARKS

Come on, Bowler. Good boy.

Good dog.

My little girl's just gone down,
sorry.

Mrs Burrows, we're making enquiries
about a Ford car

that you sold two years ago.

Yes?

Mrs Burrows.

Excuse me,

is that your husband?

Eddie? Yes.

I'm sorry.
I've got some very bad news.

RINGING TONE

MOBILE RINGING

CAR ALARM

I don't know why
he'd be at the canal.

It doesn't make any sense.

He was due back
from a business trip.

He's a...a pharmaceutical rep.

He travels a few days a week.

Who's that for?

Um...

TriState Pharmaceuticals.

Mrs Burrows, have you any idea why
your husband

might have had a substantial amount
of cash on him?

Well, um...

I don't know. He um...

He always gave me my housekeeping in
cash.

Um...

He said that is was better to spend
what you had

and not what you'd borrow on a
credit card.

Try those other keys in that car,
will you?

No. Too much to hope for.

I don't know. No credit card debts.

Buys his wife's car and then
registers it

in a no-existent company's name.

More smoke and mirrors, if you ask
me.

Poor woman.
Yeah, I know,

and the deeper we dig, the worse it
will get.

For her.

He used to work for us, yes.

He left two years ago.

Do you know a company
called CombiMed?

It seems that Burrows
ran an agency business

selling pharmaceutical products.

Including yours.

As an outside agency?
Yeah.

Frankly, that's quite impossible.
Why?

Well, no pharmaceutical company

would allow an outside agency
access to its products.

It'd be tantamount to giving
your product to the opposition.

I haven't heard from Burrows
since he left.

I see.

You haven't got a painkiller
round the place, have you?

The reason this watch broke
so easily is because it's a fake.

A piece of old tat.
You can buy them at the market

any day of the week.

So our man liked a bit of flash,
then.

What about those footprints, Duncan?

The rain about washed
everything away.

What, so didn't you get anything?

Now, your dead fellow

stood on some semi-firm ground.

Ah, so you have got something.

Here on the bridge

where the dead man was seen,

a nice full print.

About a size 9, I'd say.

And?
There's another.

A partial.

Slightly prolapsed heel.

And a nice distinctive rubber sole.

About a size 7.

I don't know if this is enough.
We found that size 7 again.

Downstream.

Where your dead man
went into the canal.

Guv...
Any joy?

Well, Burrows was definitely
some kind of a conman.

Even his watch was a fake.
Well, that doesn't surprise me.

He told his wife he was off to work
every morning to his fake company.

Even his ex-boss hasn't seen him

for the last couple of years.
And loads of lolly in his pocket.

Bit of a lad, then?

Right, I'll get started
on his bank accounts.

OK, good girl.

Ah, Jack. Here you are.
Yes.

How did you get on at that address?

All right. We've ID'd our floater.

Was it an Edward Burrows?

That's right. Jenny Burrows' hus...

How the hell did you know that?

Well, we've just picked up some kids
who used his credit card.

One was carrying a modelling knife.

The murder weapon?
Well, we don't know yet.

Have their parents been informed?
No, not yet.

But a social worker and duty brief
will sit in on the interviews.

Come on, Lawson, down to the
dungeons.

Dolores.

I thought I'd catch you.
Reg, what are you doing here?

I thought I'd give you a lift
to the hall.

You what?
A lift.

To the hall. Besides,
I've got a pressie for you.

For your tea.

I knew you hadn't had time
to get to the shops.

So I cut this for you.

Thank you, Reggie.
Very considerate of you.

I hope you don't mind me
saying this, Dolores.

Oscar Belmont doesn't deserve you.

To dance with, I mean.

I know.

All right, Reggie.

Just this once. Where's the car?

Goodnight, Mrs Burnley.
See you tomorrow.

Bye-bye, Dolores.

This is serious, Darryl.

I just want to get out of here. I
want to go home now.

Don't we all? But we can't, can we,
because of you.

Because you were using a stolen
credit card that was found

in your pocket. Now, how did it get
there?

It wasn't the tooth fairy that left
it, was it?

Yeah, well, I found it in the
street. It's cos I'm black, innit?

Black?
We's all black inside, bro.

Solidarity, respect, that's what
it's all about.

No, it's because you're black and
good looking.

You what? I'll quote.

The witness said, 'The person who
used the credit card

was a good-looking black teenager who
looked about 19 years old'.

Yeah, yeah, well, I'm not that
black.

What is it, then? You like to use
gangsta talk, do you?

Well, I'm only 16, yeah, but I look
after myself, you get me?

I do the moves and keep it together,
know what I'm sayin'?

So how many teenagers, 'keeping
it together,'

wearing similar clothes to you, using
a stolen credit card, do you know?

Eh?

The local authority is obliged to
take you into care

when we charge you.

Of course, if they don't have the
room, you get to stay with us.

The man who owned this credit card
was murdered.

With a knife very similar to this
that was found on you.

We're waiting for the laboratory
report to show us if you did it.

No, I didn't kill no-one. You smoke
the wrong stuff,

that stuff does shit to your brains.

What did you do
with his mobile phone?

We sold it on.

We didn't kill no-one.
We just took it from the car.

Don't lie to me, Darryl.

I saw the car was locked
when I got there. You killed him.

No, I never, man.
One of you attacked him,

and one of you stabbed him.

We've got footprints from the scene
of the crime.

I know what happened.

No, no, you got it wrong.

We broke the window
and saw the briefcase.

The phone was ringing. That's how
we know'd it was there. We took it.

I saw the car was locked.
It was by the canal.

We wasn't at the canal. We bust
into the car at the multi-storey.

We smashed a window. It was a smash
and grab. That's all we did.

I swear to you, honest, man.

What sort of car was it?

Well, the key fits.

The attendant says Burrows paid
on the dot every month

in cash for two parking spaces.

So, what do we think happened?

He drives here in the Renault.

Forgets his briefcase
which is under the seat.

Which fits in with what the kid said
about where they found it.

So Burrows was obviously in a hurry,

probably for his meeting
at the canal.

He swaps the Renault for the Ford.
And finishes up in the Denton Canal.

Come on, George.
Let's get this car impounded.

You know the guvnor'll want
answers by the morning.

# FLY ME TO THE MOON

Dolores,

have you heard?
Len Morrison hasn't pitched up.

He's left her in the lurch.

And I bet she's got Oscar
back under her thumb.

Lover boy's done a bunk then?

Dolores.

Yes. Yes, it would seem so.

My guess is he's too embarrassed
to show his face.

I doubt it.

You lend him money, did you?

Of course I didn't.
Of course you DID.

We all did. Len Morrison's taken
what he wanted, eh?

As if you would know.

(I know, all right.)

I think Morrison's caused us all
enough distress, don't you?

And there's more to come, by the
sound of it, Oscar.

You do see what a predicament this
places me in.

Oh, I do and she's your partner.

Or she was until Len Morrison
stabbed us both in the back.

Totus anctus, Dolores. Do stop
talking in ancient Italian.

It makes you sound like a prat.

I was simply saying in my own way,
it's a world of hurt.

The championship's at stake.

One must rise above
one's personal prejudice

at a time of great challenge.

Oh, one must (!)

But you'll be sorry, Oscar.

I don't understand.

You'll lose.

You, Reggie, are my last hope
to win this competition.

Are you up to it, do you think?

The car was broken into the day
after Burrows was found murdered.

Reported by the parking attendant.

I checked with the evidence room.

All uniform found in the car was
an empty briefcase and magazines.

What about that cash we found?

General circulation notes.
Nothing dodgy there.

Oh. So,

he was attacked and stabbed
by someone he went to meet.

I want his mobile phone.

The kids wouldn't tell us anything.
Too scared of Darryl.

George, you get on to him. We get
that phone

and we will find the secrets that it
will undoubtedly reveal.

And in the meantime,

I think I've solved the mystery
of those numbers.

Come on, then. Let's go.

What numbers do we all need
to remember?

Bank account numbers,

password numbers.
And we've discounted those so far.

The numbers I'm hopeless at
are anniversaries and birthdays.

Yeah, me and all.

Now, if we look at these numbers and
put a full stop between some of them

starting with the last two
which gives us the year.

Then J1210464 would become...

J1...

21...

04...

64.

And J2161173 would become...

J2...

the 16th of the 11th of 1973.

And so on through the numbers.

And that is pretty good, guv.
That is not 'pretty good', Lawson.

That is deductive intuition.

That is inspired.
That's what that is.

Well, so what do these initialled
numbers stand for?

Well, how the hell do I know? I'm
not a fairground fortune teller.

All we've got to do is to find people
with these initials who knew Burrows.

You don't half want it easy,
don't you?

Jack, we've found another body.

Or, what's left of it.

It's like an elephant's graveyard
here.

What's this all about?

We can't meet the European Union's
strict codes of disposal.

So councils ship used fridges
over to Germany

where they've got
the proper facilities.

Well, of course they would have,
wouldn't they (!)

Right, Doc, what have we got here?

A dismembered corpse, Inspector.

Not the sort of thing you want
to find in your fridge

when you come home
from your holidays, is it?

What is it, he or she?
It's a man.

Pieces were found wrapped
in plastic shopping bags.

So he didn't die of food poisoning
then?

What's apparent, Inspector,
is that he wasn't killed here.

This will interest you.

His body was virtually blood-free.

He didn't have any clothes on,
to help us identify him? No.

No, I thought not.

Not much here for you, Inspector.

God knows why there's three of you.

A waste of taxpayers' money,
if you ask me.

Well, we don't want to do that,
do we?

George, you stay here.
Lawson, you come with me.

Where are you off to, Jack?
We're going to have some breakfast.

Would you like
a bit of crispy bread?

No, thank you. I cannot eat
any hard stuff at the moment.

Ah...

I'll chew it first for you,
if you like.

You are beyond redemption,
do you know that?

Jack...

Look after that, will you?

Sir?

I've just heard about the body
in the fridge.

That's two bodies, then?

No, sir, it's only one.

That's one in the canal
and now this one.

Are they related?
What, like brothers, sir?

For God's sake, Jack,
this is no time for levity.

Are the murders connected?
How the hell do I know?

It'd be a great help
if you could give me

a few more officers
to do the legwork.

I hope that's not a crude expression
of humour

reflecting the state
in which the body was found?

Oh, legwork!

The media will plague me.

All right. I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Jack, we didn't have this intensity
of violent crime when you were away.

I hope you're not holding me
personally responsible for that.

Hm.

Pathologist's ready for you, guv.
Any more grief,

and I shall be ready for her.

Thank you.

Saves me having to send it to you.

The toxicology tests
on the man in the canal.

Thank you.
Oh! He was a drug user, then, was he?

He was taking anti-depressants.

Oh, well, the way things are going
since I've been back at work,

I could be heading that way myself.

And by the way, that anti-fungicide
found in the wound.

It's a very common type.

Household cleaner, plant sprays,

decorators' paste,
that kind of thing.

Well, that narrows it down
quite a lot, doesn't it, eh?

Huh!

Is this my jigsaw man?
For God's sake, Inspector!

This is a dismembered human being!

Yeah, well.

Didn't die of shortness of breath,
did he?

I haven't completed
my examination yet.

A blow to the head
probably killed him.

Looking at the condition
of his skin, he was probably hit

whilst taking a bath.

Which would allow the killer
to let the blood drain away.

Yes. He was cut with something
like a large kitchen knife,

and the bones sawed through with
what I think was an electric cutter.

Oh, well.

Come on.
We'll get started at our end.

Would that it were that simple,
Inspector.

Huh! It never is, is it?

All right. Come on, then, what else?

His feet.

You what?

This man had...two left feet.

Eddie was never
on anti-depressants.

I would have known that.

You didn't know he had another car.

No.

And why would he have?

We don't know. Your late husband's
life does seem a bit of a mystery.

Mrs Burrows,

I wonder if you could...

tell me if any of these...
letters and numbers

mean anything to you.

J2 16 11 73.

That's my birthday.

Eddie always called me Jay.

Any of the others?

Do any of the others mean anything?

Um...

G2. That's...Gerry's birthday.

Gerry?
Gerald, our son. Um...

He'll be five in June.

And...S is Susie, my daughter.

She's three.

Does that help?
Yes.

Yes, it does. It does.
Thank you very much.

Mrs Burrows, could you let me have
your husband's mobile phone number?

Well...

We've got two cars,

two sets of initials

and two sets of birthday dates.

We know who J2 is and G2.

What we need is J1 and G1.

This bloke was leading
a double life.

Tell you what, go to the bank.

See if there's any other Burrows
with an account locally.

Guv, it is getting late in the day
for the banks, isn't it?

Mm? You got a date, or something?

It's my partner, Tessa. Her little
girl has got a school concert on.

I said I'd be there.

All right, well, come on.

So you've got yourself
an instant family?

I suppose I have, really.
So, how is it? Is it um...

you know, what? OK?
It's good.

It's good, yeah.
All right. Well...

Right, well, um...

Bank managers are a bit like
detective inspectors.

They don't get paid for overtime,
so they don't want to do it.

Do it tomorrow. Get the team on it.

Oh, guv, thanks.
What are you going to do?

Me? Well,
sewer rats come out at night.

There's one rat I want to get hold of
before he goes down his hole.

GAME SOUND EFFECTS

Look here, you're like a granny
waiting for her pension you are!

Come here. 'Ere, look.

Why do you think my name is
on the top of that list?

Same reason
you're on the top of my list.

This is easy, this.

Another high score coming up,
Ritchie.

In your dreams.

No...

Oh.

Do you remember
a lad named Darryl...

..that has sold you a phone?

Don't know him.

Oh. Let me jog your memory.

Mm. Very young lad.
Likes to nick things from cars.

Got an identity problem.

Likes to speak gangsta...
Hello, it's ringing.

RINGING

Hm.

Thank you.

Do you remember him now,

Ritchie?

The man who owned this phone...

..was murdered.

Now, that could make you
an accessory to the fact.

So you'd better think of a nice
answer on your way to my nick.

Go on, take him away.

# Let's Face The Music And Dance

Not bad, Dolores.
Got Belmont on the ropes, I reckon.

You think so, Reggie?
With a bit more practise.

MUSIC STOPS

You're so bloody heavy. Carry your
own weight! It's you, your frame.

Are you listening to me? Don't walk
away while I'm talking!

You did very well.
Thank you.

You followed beautifully.

Well, of course.

Reggie, we can beat them
and all the other dancers,

but it's the tango we have
to concentrate on. Do you see?

Yes.

It's you, Reggie.

You have to take us there. You have
to think it, Reggie, and feel it.

But this is where it is.

You have to move from here.

Sinister...and passionate, Reggie.

Can you do that?

I reckon.

Good.

Because that's how we'll win.

Can I...

Can I see you home?

No. Thank you.

Not tonight, anyway.

Too soon, Reggie.

A bit too soon, don't you think?

So, we've got Edward Burrows' phone.
Yes, sir,

which had a call on it
from someone called Jay.

That's J-A-Y.
And whoever that was,

they phoned Burrows
the day after he was killed.

And the body found in the fridge

has been identified
by its fingerprints? Yes,

that's providing the hands belong
to the other body parts, yeah.

He had form.

His name was Leonard Morrison.

Seems he was a conman,
especially with the ladies.

Have we checked for anyone else
at his house?

We don't have his address yet, sir.
It's a priority.

We still need the body that belonged
to the other left foot.

Get a move on, will you, Jack?
The press have called me non-stop.

A demented killer on the loose
is no good at all.

That's true.

Not much fun for the victims, either,
is it?

DOORBELL RINGS

BARKS

Yes?
Ah, hello.

I'm Detective Inspector Frost.

Denton CID.

This is Detective Sergeant Lawson.
Is your name Jay,

by any chance?
Yes.

BARKING
Quiet, Bowler.

Is it er...Mrs Burrows?

Yes.

Eddie...

Yes.

I phoned him. He'd just left
on a business trip.

He travels two, three days a week.

And he has a company
called CombiMed, doesn't he,

a pharmaceutical company?
Yes.

Mrs Burrows.

Do any of these letters and numbers
mean anything to you?

This one particularly - 21 04 64.

Yes, it's my birthday.

I see.

And this one - 19 02 93?

My son, Gerry's.

Gerry.

And any of the others?
Do they mean anything?

No.

Thank you.

And your name.

It isn't just an initial, is it?
It's spelt J-A-Y. Yes.

Can we contact anyone for you?
No...thank you.

What about your son?

Don't tell him yet.

I-I'll do that...

after school.
That... That's soon enough.

I'll um... I'll make some tea,
shall I?

Yeah. That's a good idea.

Mrs Burrows.

Is there anywhere in the house
that your husband used as an office?

Look at this.
What?

Well, this is similar
to the other woman.

£2,000 a month.

Paid in, I suppose, for basics,
from a direct debit.

Two families. Two lives.

He was a bigamist, all right,
this bloke.

Blimey, just thinking about it
makes me tired.

Why two cars, though?

What?

I suppose you can't afford

to leave something from one family
in the wrong car.

What if one of the wives
had found out about the other?

Well, it is a motive for murder,
I suppose.

Inspector, do you mind?
I just need a minute.

No, no. Course not.
Are you all right?

Right. I want you to watch her face.
I'll watch Jenny Burrows' face.

See if they make any sign
of recognising each other.

Right. OK.

Listen, when I knock on the door,
you tip the wink to George.

Gotcha.
Go on.

Mrs Burrows.

Are you all right?

Are you sure you don't want
to sit down?

No. Let's get this over with.
OK.

Oh, just a minute.

Mrs Burrows, it's this way.

She recognised her, I'm sure of it.

I'll trust your woman's instinct,
then, Lawson.

My copper's instinct's
more reliable.

George.
Yeah?

Did you get the second Mrs Burrows
home all right?

I did, but I don't think she had
any idea about that other woman.

I think the first Mrs Burrows did.
All right.

I tell you what.

Let's check the two wives' accounts.

See if they've got anything else
in common.

Apart from their hubby, I mean.
Jack.

I got these...from Forensic.

Anti-depressants.

When the kids ransacked
the briefcase, the lid opened.

They rolled
under the seat of the car.

Oh, OK. Tell you what, all right,
we'll chase that up later.

Now, then. In the meantime, Mr Mullet
is getting his knickers in a twist

about our dismembered corpse.

The late Len Morrison.

Come on, any progress?
KNOCK AT DOOR

Excuse me, sir. We've tracked down
an address for Len Morrison.

Ah! Thank you very much.

There you are, you see, George.
Ask and you shall receive.

Some of us have got it
and some of us haven't.

Some of us have someone
to do the fetching and carrying.

You want me
to check out Morrison's place?

No, no. I want you to get your snout
stuck into the two wives' accounts.

Lawson and I'll do that. Come on,
Lawson. You ain't got time for that.

Come on. We've got your car.
You drive. My head aches.

Must be from all that thinking.

Some of us have got to do it,
though, haven't we?

Bit of a trophy room, this.

He was a soft-shoe shuffler.

Not bad at it,
by the looks of things.

He's got
at least a dozen women here,

from different dance places
round the country.

I tell you what.

Some of his lady friends weren't shy
about giving him money.

He was doing very well
for a low-life conman.

It's er... It's in here
you'll be wanting to look.

That's blood.

Everywhere.
The killer thought he'd cleaned up,

but the victim was murdered
and butchered in this bath.

And there's something else.

There's no fridge.

But there was an electric saw,

with nasty bits on the blade.

A bit of DIY dissection, then, is it?

Guv!

Look at this one.
It's dated a couple of months ago.

Yeah, well...

That proves that Morrison
has been around at least that long.

Well, I only know of one dance hall
in Denton.

# Remordimiento

Passion, Reggie!

Well, where she is I can't see.

I don't know which one she is.

Ask her if she can recognise her.

It's the one in the lilac skirt
and white top there.

Her name is Dolores Delmonte.

Dolores Delmonte?!

Sounds like she ought to be
in Hollywood,

not a dance hall in Denton.

Or as part of an exotic fruit salad!
Yeah.

I tell you what,
you go and have a nose round.

I'll go and have a tango
with our Miss Glamour Puss.

I can't believe it.

Len Morrison had a police record.

He conned vulnerable women.

Do I look vulnerable to you,
Inspector?

No, of course not,
but he was your dance partner.

And?

A vicious murder has happened
to someone who was very close to you.

I've just heard.
I'm here if you need me, Dolores.

And you are?
Oscar Belmont, barrister-at-law.

And I am Detective Inspector Frost,
policeman-at-large!

This is a private interview.

If Miss Delmonte requires
legal advice,

I'm sure a solicitor
will be made available for her.

Thank you.

I'd like to put a policeman
outside your house.

Oh, don't be ridiculous!

This is no run-of-the-mill killing.

This was a particularly vicious
murder by a very disturbed person,

who was full of hatred.

Well.

Why would Burrows want to get
his prescription

from a chemist
miles from where he lived?

I don't know, guv. Why?

I don't know. It's a question.

It's a question
that has to be answered.

Thank you.

I can't tell you WHY this man
had his prescription filled here.

This Ed Burrows, he lived
right on the other side of Denton.

It doesn't make much sense.

No, I'm afraid it doesn't.

Your computer would have the name
of the doctor who prescribed them.

Wouldn't it?

Yes, yes, it would.

Well, if you wouldn't mind.

No, he's not listed at all.

No Edward Burrows
and no doctor's name.

Maybe one of the locums made a mess
of putting his details on computer.

Well, you see, if you um...

count the number of anti-depressants
that are left,

and you work out
how many a day he was taking,

it means that he was in here
not more than three weeks ago.

Inspector, I fill 100 prescriptions
a day, how would I remember him?

OK. Perhaps if you just have one...
one more look,

just in case he jogs your memory.

I don't recognise him.

OK. All right.
Thank you very much for your time.

A pleasure, Inspector.
I'm sorry I couldn't be of any help.

There you are.

DOORBELL

Oh!

Oscar.
My dear,

I was as circumspect as I could be.

I thought I should be here to
comfort you in your moment of need.

Only a moment, Oscar?

I might need a bit longer than that.

As you wish, my dear.

Modo cogito quid prosit rebus tuis.

I'm only thinking
of what's best for you.

PHONE RINGS

(WINCES)

(GROANS)

Yes, hello.

Guv, it's me.

I'm outside Delmonte's flat.

What are you doing there?

I thought I'd keep an eye
on Miss Twinkle Toes.

That's all very commendable, but
I've got this raging tooth, I have.

Dentist says I've got to have
root canal work.

After a couple
of non-prescription brandies,

I should be blotto
for the rest of the night.

That's fair enough, guv,

but I thought you might like to know

that Oscar Belmont's been
in her flat for the last hour.

And Reggie Muldane...
has just gone in.

Right, Mr Belmont. Thank you.
That'll do for now.

Utinam, Inspector.

You what?

Utinam - hopefully.

Mr Belmont, the only bit of Latin
that I know is mens rea.

That is the state of mind
to commit a criminal offence.

And I shall chase down
anyone who has it ad infinitum.

Do you understand?
Yes, I'm sure you do.

Thank you. Good night. See him out.

Guv.
(SIGHS)

Lawyers, they're not usually inclined
to brutal murder and dismemberment.

Normally, they just bleed their
clients to death.

All right. Anyway, I don't want any
of those dancing off into the sunset.

Ah. How did you get on
with that chemist

and Burrows' anti-depressants
yesterday?

Oh, no. Nothing.

No record at all.

We do know that's where
he got the prescription filled.

Tell you what,
find out the names of the GPs

who are anywhere near that chemist's.
Right.

The good news is,
I've found something

on the two Mrs Burrows'
credit card bills.

Jay Burrows,
that's the first Mrs Burrows,

her card shows
a regular payment at a hair salon

in the same area
where the second Mrs Burrows lives.

On various occasions, they were
in the same salon at the same time.

Blimey, you don't think that these
two are in it together, do you?

They do say that a burden shared
is a burden halved.

They do say that, don't they?

I discovered what Eddie was doing
about six months ago.

I wanted to see who she was.

I used to sit there and watch her
having her hair done,

listening to her.

Why torture yourself like that?

She was younger.

Pretty.

She was the competition.

I wanted to get
as close to her as I could.

Did you ever speak to her?

No. I kept well away.

I tried not to look at her
that day at the mortuary.

I felt so sorry for her.

She has a young family.

If you knew what
your husband was up to...

why didn't you challenge him
about it?

I didn't want to lose him.

They had their life. We had ours.

When he was home, he was with me
and our son. It was wonderful.

Better to have something
than nothing at all.

Sir.

This knife.
We found it in the conservatory.

All right. Thank you.

I use it for pruning
and grafting my plants.

It keeps me busy while he's away.

I didn't kill my husband,
Inspector.

Get this knife off to Forensic
as soon as you can.

Want me to go and see Jenny Burrows
again?

No, no. She's right.

She's young, with kids.
Let her grieve.

Go on, off you go.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Frost.

Yes, George?

DRILLING

Who is this bloke?
A Dr Patrick Knight.

He's the only GP within a mile
of that chemist.

Does know we're coming, does he?

I don't want to sit for hours
in a waiting room

full of bloody lead swingers.
He knows.

Gordon Bennett!

When are they doing that root canal?
What?

End of the week.
Terrible thing to have.

I had one once.

First thing they have to do
is to dig out the filling.

Then they stick a long wire brush
down into the nerve.

Do you mind, George?
I'd rather get run over by a bus

than listen to your dentist stories!

Jack!
CAR HORN AND BRAKES

I'll have my surgery manager
double-check,

but I'm absolutely certain

we've never had an Edward Burrows
registered here.

Does this help, sir?

No.

I don't think I've seen him before.

Ah. You don't THINK so.

Now, is that a 'perhaps'
or a 'maybe'?

Be careful with that, Inspector.

They are rather expensive.

OK. Sorry.

Well, come on, then, Doctor.

A perhaps or a maybe?

I think he was a sales rep

for a pharmaceutical company.

He wouldn't be a sales rep
for a veterinary company, would he?

Sorry. Do you remember the name
of the company?

No, sorry.

And you were here last Monday
morning? Yes, of course.

What time does the surgery open?

8:30.

I start seeing patients at nine.

So you were here that morning?

No, I had a house call to make
before I came in to surgery.

A Mrs Chalmers. It will be
in the receptionist's book.

I see. And what time was that?

It was a quick call,

from about quarter past nine
to twenty-five to ten.

I was back in the surgery by ten.

I see.

All right. Thank you very much.

You've been very helpful. Sorry
if we've interrupted your surgery.

Glad to have helped.

If our Mr Burrows visited
our Dr Knight,

as a sales rep,

he must have visited the chemist

at the same time.
I would have thought so, yes.

How come our chemist says
he doesn't remember him at all?

I don't know.
No, neither do I...

..yet.

We er...don't like
to talk about personnel

who were...shall we say, 'let go'.

Well, I need to talk about personnel
who were let go, who are now gone.

We don't like to admit
that we got it wrong.

Right. Well...

I seem to have got it wrong.

Thank you.

I don't really know enough
about this bloke.

Burrows was doing all right,
then his sales dropped off.

I thought at first
it might have been family problems.

You might have got that right.
So we were patient.

He was a pharmaceutical rep.
Over the counter, main line brands.

Nothing on prescription.
So he wouldn't visit GPs?

Oh, no, Burrows was purely
a product representative.

He was strictly chemists,
small supermarkets.

Would he have called in
on a chemist's called Four Square

on his route?

Yes.
Really?

Thank you. That...is interesting.

Whatever's going on doesn't reflect
on the company, does it?

No, no, not...

Not at all.

(WINCES)

Special reserve.

Don't do anything silly with them.

What, like try to swallow them?

Ah, Jack.

How's the tooth?
(REPLIES INCOHERENTLY)

What?
(TALKS UNINTELLIGIBLY)

It's progressing.

Someone gave me a painkiller
that would floor an elephant.

I've got to have root canal work
at the end of the week.

Root canal?
You don't want one of them.

I had one done once,
and it was all -

All right. Thank you very much,
Trigg.

George Toolan's already given me
the gory details.

Talking of which, you know that
chopped-up bloke in the fridge?

Division had a similar case
about a year ago.

Oh, yeah? What, a mutilated body?

No. Some bloke went missing. Used
to do a bit of ballroom dancing.

His partner was a Rita Matthews.

She had a fancy stage name.

Yeah, go on. Which was?

Delamonte, or something.

Not Dolores Delmonte?

Yeah, that's her.

She moved to Denton.

I was talking to a mate of mine
in Division Records.

Was she ever under investigation?

No. They found
some blood in his flat but...

It was treated as suspicious.

They even thought
she might be in danger,

which is why she moved here.

Don't tell me we've got
a demented tango dancer out there,

trying to kill off the opposition.

Jack, ballroom dancing can be
a hotbed of jealousy.

I've had a dalliance or two myself
at the Police Social Club.

It's not for the faint-hearted,
I tell you.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Especially if you've got Mullet
as a dance partner,

which I probably would have.

All right, thanks, Trigg.

Guv! Forensics have found
a label with a number on it - Oh!

Come here.

Forensics. They've found a label
with a number on it,

stuck under that fridge.

Sullivan's - 796.

Sullivan's, that's the auctioneers.

Go on. You go and check it out.

I've got a bad foot to see to.

George, just the man. Listen.

Go and find out all you can about
that Dolores Delmonte, will you? OK.

Ah. (KNOCKS) Hello.

This pruning knife you took
from the dead man's wife.

ONE of his wives.

Mrs Jay Burrows.

Whoever.

Toxicology can't give us a definite
match on that anti-fungicide.

Oh!

Well, the wounds.

Could her knife be the murder weapon?

Well, knives like that
make very similar entry wounds.

I'd need to be certain
before I could say yes to that.

Well, a definite would be helpful.

I've got two jealous wives out there.

Some joy, though.
Mm?

The unknown owner of that left foot

you found
with your dismembered victim,

was preserved with formaldehyde.

He was embalmed?

Was he a body snatch, or what?

I'd say there's a strong possibility

that that body came
from a funeral parlour.

Oh, well.

Some poor sod had to hop his way
through the Pearly Gates, didn't he?

Sorry to keep you waiting, Reggie.

It's all right.
Is something wrong?

Police came to the shop.

Took some stuff away.

That and tonight.

One thing after another, really.

Don't lose your nerve, Reggie.

Your attention span
might be very short,

but I need it all when we dance.

I won't let you down, Dolores.

Not now.

I promise.

We're going to win, Reggie.

And when we do...

everything will be different.

Dolores is a wonderful person.

We love her to bits.

She does a great deal
of charity work. Did you know that?

No? Well, she does.

She visits old-age homes, does a bit
of lippy and powder for the ladies.

She's an excellent beautician.

I can see how she looks glamorous
on the dance floor.

And she's worked here for -
For a year.

She's freelance.
I wish I could get her full-time.

Did she have any references?

Of course, yeah.

A Mr Oscar Belmont introduced
Dolores to us.

Belmont? The barrister?

Yes. Mr Belmont's a valued client.

Likes his tan to be just right.

Of course,
one shudders when one thinks

how his family made their fortune.

But there we are.

Made his fortune? How?

Oh, God, you know.
Creepy, creepy stuff.

Doing what? His family run a chain
of funeral parlours.

# Bandstand Boogie

Guv. Two second-hand fridges.

One last year,
one a couple of weeks ago.

Found out where they were delivered.

# Somewhere In Time

COMPERE: Wonderful dancing!

Where are they?
Where's the bloody dance?

I don't know, guv.

Are you sure about Belmont?
I double-checked, Jack.

If them fridges -
They went to two separate addresses.

All right, all right.

Trigg. Jack.

Where would they hold
regional dance championships?

# Hernando's Hideaway

I've made you a cup of tea.

You danced like a wildebeest.

Like a cockroach.

You were not very good, Reggie.

I know, I'm sorry.

I was nervous.

I'll be better next time,
I promise.

I'm a little overwrought.

I can see that, Dolores.

Why don't you run us
a nice, hot bath?

Magic.

George. Take a couple.
Go round the back.

Rest and Lawson, you come with me.
POLICE SIREN

APPLAUSE

Police! Stay where you are!

Sorry to burst in on you like this,
Miss Delmonte,

but I didn't want to miss
the last waltz.

How did you know?

Oscar Belmont didn't just get you
a job in the beauty salons, did he?

You also worked
in the funeral parlours.

Even the dead should be attractive.

Who wants to die ugly?

We traced two second-hand fridges.

A year ago, one was delivered
to a man's address outside Denton.

That man is still missing.

Ah, yes.

The most recent purchase,
the one we found on the tip,

was sent to Len Morrison's flat.

Not a coincidence, I think.

No, not really.

We also learned of a woman
who ordered a new fridge

for Reggie Muldane's flat...

and organised
the removal of the old one.

That's just in case I needed it.

These men...

..were the key to my success.

But they weren't
good enough dancers.

And Len Morrison abandoned me
for someone...

..younger, more glamorous...

lighter on her feet.

You cut off someone's foot...

..in the funeral parlour...

didn't you?

Mm. Not much different
from carving a roast, really.

Who would miss a foot or two,
once they'd sealed the casket?

You've done this before.

Mm.

I did the first one...
about a year ago.

And no-one ever found him.

So...what did you do
with the right foot

of the victims that you cut off?

I put them in the bin.

I see what I did
as a charitable act, Inspector.

They wouldn't make it
in the dance world without me.

They weren't good enough.

They weren't nimble enough
for the quickstep.

Dance macabre, I would have thought.

Wouldn't you?

So, no sign of the man
she killed a year ago.

No, he's been recycled by now.

It makes him
environmentally friendly, I suppose.

Well, congratulations, at least,
Jack.

It looks as though you got
to Muldane just in time.

Yeah. Otherwise he would have been
clobbered in the bath

and packaged up neatly
inside a fridge.

She'll no doubt be sentenced
to a psychiatric unit.

Yeah, I expect so.

Oh, the body in the canal.

Are his wives involved?
I don't know. Not sure yet.

If they're not, who gets to claim
the body when it's released?

Mm-hm. There you are.

Share and share alike.

Can't have a double funeral,
that's for sure.

George, there you are.
What you got?

Well, I've been going through
Dr Knight's surgery diary.

These are the house calls he made.

Only one on the morning
of the murder.

A Mrs Chalmers.

Oh, well.

Seems like he's got an alibi, then.

Well, I can't see anything dodgy
in these records, Jack.

Nothing to say
Edward Burrows was a patient. No.

All right. Thank you.

Well, I think
our Dr Knight is hiding something.

Why would he lie
about knowing Burrows?

Well, we can't go to his office
to cast a beady eye.

So I think I shall make a house call.

He'll be doing surgery, Jack.

I know.

Ask my husband to call me as soon as
he's finished with his next patient.

Thank you.

Inspector.

I'm not too certain
just how I might be of any help.

Your husband said
that he'd met an Edward Burrows

once or twice,
in a professional capacity.

Then why not speak to my husband?

Well, the thing is...

The thing is, I feel a bit guilty
about taking up the doctor's time.

They're always so busy.

I just thought I'd check with you,

in case the name was familiar.

It isn't, no.

He was a pharmaceutical rep.

I'm not a doctor.
I'd have no reason to meet him.

No, I just thought
you might have met him

at one of the do's that they have,
you know.

Product launches, that sort of thing.

TriState Pharmaceuticals.

CombiMed. Any of those ring a bell?

No.

Oh.

Apparently, our Mr Burrows was
a bit of a charmer.

Are you implying something?

Mm? No, no. No.

I just thought that...

you know,
if he'd been a bit of a flirt,

you would probably have remembered
him.

At one of the do's.
I didn't go to any do's.

I'm sorry I can't be of any help.

That's all right.
Thank you, Mrs Knight.

I'm sorry if I've got in the way.

It takes a professional
to see where the cracks are.

To make sure they can be covered,
so that no-one will notice.

I'll see myself out, Mrs Knight.
Thank you.

You've no right to harass her.

She's not part of any investigation.
I wanted to get under their skin.

Her husband is involved in this
somewhere along the line.

You've no proof of that!
Oh, come on!

He said Burrows had visited
his surgery. He lied!

Perhaps he made a mistake.
Leave it out!

He phoned
as soon as you'd left his house.

Unless you have grounds
to question him,

remember he's
a respected member of the community.

History's proved that all doctors
aren't angels of mercy.

Jack, I warn you, we can't afford
to be sued for harassment!

I understand that!

Remember, you are only just back
from suspension.

Oh...God!

If you're a risk factor,
I'll pull you off the case!

(SLAMS DOOR)

Jack, Mullet was in a flap.

I know. I'm still pulling
the feathers out of my hair!

He thinks I'm not doing things
by the book.

As if.
Yeah, exactly.

All I do know is that that Dr Knight
sends his kids to private schools.

And his house...is knockout.

Most GPs do all right.

There was another call
to the surgery

on the morning of the murder.

Oh, yeah? Which was?

His house-call patient,
Mrs Chalmers,

insisting that Dr Knight
did NOT visit her that morning.

But according to the doctor's
receptionist,

Mrs Chalmers is more
than a bit forgetful.

Which means she isn't going to be
a star witness, is she?

No.

But it's a lead.

When in doubt, shout!

It scares the horses.

Bring in Dr Knight for questioning.

OK, George. Got anything?

Majendie the chemist,
has a cast-iron alibi.

He was at the pharmacy
from early till late.

Right.

What about er...Dr Knight's clothing?

No, Forensic couldn't find a thing.

Not that he would have worn
the same clothes.

Yeah. Anyway, it was worth a try.

But...

The shoes fit.
You what?

Exact same size as those found
at the canal site,

but they have been resoled
in the last couple of days.

Right. I tell you what.

Tell Dr Knight that he can go,

but we're keeping his shoes
for forensic tests.

Jack, Jack.
You've already done that.

I know. I know, I know,
but he doesn't know, does he?

Tell me, is this your handiwork?

Sure?

All right. Thank you.

Is that your work?

Oh, yeah. I did these.
When?

A few days ago, I think.

Right. What do you do with the waste?

We fill these. Then
the Council takes them down the tip.

We get through
hundreds of shoes a week.

Oh, well, time for a bit of
'sole-searching', then, innit?

All right?

This could take a year and a day!

It's all right, George.
I'm in no hurry.

Our killer's footprints are
in there somewhere.

Don't forget.
Look for the muddy ones first.

Have you got a minute, Inspector?
Yeah, sure.

Didn't just bring in
a pair of shoes.

There was a jacket, as well.

Only got it done yesterday,
or the day before, maybe.

Yeah. This is it.

A fleece. They come in for
the shoes, but this wasn't ready.

Can you remember anything
about the man who brought these in?

It was a busy day.

I'm not sure it was a man.

It might have been a woman.
Yeah. Yeah, it was a woman.

A woman?

Mrs Chalmers,

Dr Knight said that he was here
last Monday morning.

No, he was not. I'm certain of that.

What makes you so certain?

I've got my children,
my grandchildren, my friends,

my tablets I have to take
and Dr Knight's visits.

Those are the important things.
He wasn't here, I'm telling you.

Mm.

Ooh!
What?

Oh!

It's nothing. I'm sorry.
Got yourself a toothache?

I'm all right.
Course you're not. I can see that.

I've got just the thing.
I've just the thing for everything.

No, no, Mrs Chalmers.
Really, I'm all right.

It's just that I want to know
about last Monday morning.

This stuff I've got takes away
the pain so quickly.

It...must be next door.

You just wait a minute.
I'll be right back.

No, Mrs Chalmers.

Honestly, I'm all right.

Mrs Chalmers,
have you recently moved house?

Only you seem to have got a lot
of the previous owner's mail.

It's here!
Oh.

Now, you put this on your finger
and rub it on your gum.

On your gum.
Understand? I understand.

You promise me?
I promise you.

Good.
Thank you.

Mrs um...Chalmers,

how long have you lived
in this house?

About seven years.

My son bought this house for me.

Did I tell you about my son?

He runs a big office,
and he's very responsible.

You see, Mrs Chalmers,
half a dozen of these letters

are addressed to different people...

at this address.
I know.

That's why I'm sure Dr Knight
was not here when I called him.

He did not take his letters,
as he usually does.

You mean, these are his letters?
He's very kind to me.

And he always takes the letters
away for me.

Really.

My colleague thinks
you've been defrauding the NHS,

by adding non-existent patients
to your practice.

You've been sending
false medical documents to the NHS,

registering them by using
an elderly lady's address.

Every week, you collect the mail,

on the pretence
of making a house call.

We believe that in due course
we will find more elderly patients,

whose addresses
you have fraudulently used.

That's not the half of it, though,
is it?

Mm?

This afternoon, we brought in
a pharmacist for questioning.

His name was Ruhander Majendie.

Burrows was blackmailing you two,
wasn't he? Mm?

That's why you killed him.

I didn't kill anybody.
Oh.

You have to believe me.
I couldn't do that.

LAWYER: You don't have to say
anything.

No, that's true.
You don't have to say anything.

But this is murder
we are talking about.

Not on the evidence you have here.

Fraud's one thing. Murder's another.

The wounds on the dead man
are consistent

with those made...

by a scalpel.

DOOR OPENS

DS Toolan has entered
the interview room at 15:58.

We found the soles of his shoes.

They're a perfect match.

(TUTS)

Well...

that puts you on the bridge
with the dead man

just before he was killed.

Two years ago,

Burrows discovered we were
dispensing cheaper drug alternatives

against NHS prescriptions.

Burrows didn't know
about the non-existent patients.

So Burrows realised that
a local doctor had to be implicated

in order to cover the pharmacist.
Yes.

In case anyone questioned
the efficacy of the medication.

How much money were you making?

£100,000 a year.

£100,000 a...

He demanded an immediate payment
of £50,000...

and then £6,000 a month.

It was hardly worth the risk after
that, but we had to keep going.

So you went to meet him on Monday
to pay him off?

Yes.

But I didn't kill him.

I gave him the money and left.

I had a house call
and I was running late.

I left him just after nine.

I did the house call and I was back
in the surgery by ten.

I took the shoes in the next day

when I heard about his death
on the news.

I was scared.
You were guilty!

Mrs Chalmers says you weren't there
on the morning of the murder.

I was.

I was there.

I can prove it.

Thank you very much, Mr Chalmers,
for coming in.

Most helpful. Thank you.

Right, come on.

Mrs Chalmers' son spoke
to his mother last Monday -

Oh, there you are.
I was just saying,

Mrs Chalmers' son spoke to his mother
last Monday morning,

and she said
that the doctor was with her.

He spoke to Dr Knight. He wanted
to see how his mother was getting on.

What time?
Just before half past nine.

He was going into a meeting.
So Knight was telling the truth.

He's got an alibi.

Burrows died at 9:27.
We can't escape that fact.

Yes, can I help?

I sent the decorators home early.

Inspector Frost.
Yes.

Is my husband still in custody?
Oh, yes.

And for a very long time to come.

You know what? When I had a go
at my front room...

..the bloke in the DIY shop
told me I ought to wear gloves.

Do you know why?

It's because of the anti-fungicide
that's in wallpaper paste.

What are you doing here?

These knives that are used
for cutting and trimming wallpaper

always have a residue
of anti-fungicide on the blade.

You're not making any sense.
I'd like you to leave, please.

By sheer coincidence,

your decorator told me that he
mislaid his knife about a week ago.

You knew all about the blackmail.

You followed your husband

and you killed the man who would
ultimately destroy you and all this.

You took his shoes in the next day,

because you didn't want him
to be incriminated. No.

Oh, yes.

Cos when we questioned him,
he realised...

that it must have been you
who killed Burrows.

He lied...

to try and save you.

We'll find enough forensic evidence

on your husband's fleece jacket
to prove you were wearing it.

You'll never be able to prove
I killed Burrows.

Oh, yes, I think we will.

What's one of the things that
you ladies can't bear to throw away?

A pair of very expensive,
all-weather boots.

Favourites,

by the looks of things.

We've got a partial print of these.
They're a size seven.

Worn-down heels,
distinctively patterned soles.

We've also got Burrows's
blood stains on the fleece.

We've also got this.

The other half
of a dry-cleaning ticket,

found in the pocket
of one of your coats.

You see, your husband had
a full day's appointments

the day after the murder.

That was the day you took in
the shoes and the fleece...

into the shop.

I didn't kill him.

I didn't mean...

to kill him.

I just wanted to scare him off.

I followed my husband.

Then Burrows walked off.

I waited. Then I went after him.

He just laughed at me.

I was so angry.

I was so angry!

He was trying to take this
all away from us, bit by bit.

He was getting greedy.

Yeah.

And that's one thing
medicine can't cure, isn't it?

No matter who you are.

So... They sorted, then, guv?

Yes, they've filled in
their bits of paper and...

Both families are going
to bury him.

Right. Time I was off, then.

Yes, right. Well, it's been great
working with you again, Maureen.

Sorry to see you go.
Thanks, guv.

You take care and...

get that tooth seen to, eh?

Oh... Oh, yeah.

Mrs Chalmers' snake oil.

Mm. Smells like it.

Ta-ta.
Bye-bye.

Ah, Jack.
Ah, sir.

Excellent result.

Yes, everyone deserves a shot
at happiness, whoever they are.

Yes, er... Lawson.

Very good officer.

I was referring to the case.
Oh.

Just because someone is a respected
member of the community,

it should not blind us
to their capacity to commit crime.

No, no.

No, no, no. No.
Quite.

What's that...smell?

Oh, yes... It's um...

diesel and petrol fumes.
Comes in when the doors open.

Oh, Jack. Um...

Those lollipops.

The supplier has advised me
that the cherry fizz toffee balls

had a manufacturing problem.
The centre didn't stay hard,

apparently.

Oh, really?

Is that right?
Mm. Just thought you ought to know.

Went like glue inside.
Mm.

In case you thought of giving
any to your constables

for the Schools Awareness Week.

I'll bear it in mind, sir.
Hopefully, it's a timely warning.

Mm.

In another life, maybe.

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