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Oh, God!

(SIGHS)

I don't believe it.

Are you all right, Jack?

No, not really.

I can't even manage breakfast
these days.

We're all under pressure,
trying to achieve targets.

It's difficult when you haven't got
enough policemen.

I think I can help you there.
Oh, yeah?

We've been sent a new
university fast-track DC.

Oh! How fast is that?

The commissioner says he's special.
Special at what?

He got a first at Oxford, Jack.

Yes, and he's a bit of a computer
whizz-kid, by all accounts.

His grandfather was
General Sir Arthur Phipps-Tranter.

DOOR OPENS

You are either a tailor's dummy
or you're Speedy Phipps-Tranter.

And you are sitting in my chair.

Sorry. Erm...

It's just Tranter, sir.

Very wise. Got a first name?
Jasper, sir.

Really?

Well, JASPER...
what did you do before you came here?

Apart from school, I mean.

Computers, electronic surveillance -

I've always been keen on electrics.

Electrics? Have you?
Oh, and where are you staying?

The section house for the time
being.

No, you don't want to stay there.
It's like boarding school.

I've got a spare room in my house.
You're welcome to it.

The rent is very reasonable.

Are you sure, sir?
Yes, quite sure.

There may be one or two little jobs
that you might have to do,

but you'll be snug as a bug in a rug.

That's very decent of you, sir.
Thank you. Not at all.

Did you study electronics
at university?

No, sir. Geography, actually.
Really?

Well, that's very handy.
You'll be able to find your way

to the canteen and get me
a bacon and egg sandwich.

Chop, chop.

PHONE RINGS

Frost.

All right, Denis?
See you tomorrow, yeah?

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello? How are you?

No, it's Liz's birthday,

so I won't be back in the office
till the morning.

(LAUGHS)
Yeah, I'll look forward to it.

Bye.

Well, what's up, doc?
Has he been on the bottle, has he?

First time I've heard that...

for the last three minutes, Frost.

Mm.

Empty.

No watch, no keys, no rings,
no mobile. Nothing.

Why would they put back
an empty wallet?

I don't do wallets, Inspector.

No. So they took everything
except what he was wearing, did they?

What was the cause of death?

These lacerations probably occurred
after he was tipped in the truck.

Yeah. Or when he was dumped here.

Hence the lack of blood flow.
Exactly.

I'd say death occurred
in the last 12 hours and I'd guess

from the obstruction in his throat

that he probably choked on
his own vomit.

Better than choking on
someone else's vomit, I suppose.

GIRLS: # Today is Mummy's birthday

# Happy, happy birthday

# We're here to bless her birthday

# And many more to come #

Hooray!
Ah!

Oh, thanks for the cake, Heather.

Where have you been hiding? Did you
go away for the summer?

Only Calais for a day. If you think
I'm jealous of somebody going to
South Africa, you'd be right.

Somebody's gotta do it. I want
all the gossip and dirty details.

Anyway, happy birthday, Liz.

Happy birthday, Mum.

Happy birthday.

And here's to the two of you. How
you both made it to university, God
only knows.

You two enjoy yourselves at uni.

Have fun, work hard
and make the most of it.

We'll have a ball.

Cheers.

Come on, in you go.

He choked on his own vomit.

The stomach contained a lot of beer
and the remains of a curry.

What sort of curry?

Have a look, if you like.

Oh, do you mind?

Erm, what are those bruises.

Contusions.

What caused them?

Can't really say.

They're identical.
Happened before death, though.

Do we know who he is yet?

I thought you might throw some light
on to that.

Dental records
should show up something.

Not everyone's got a gold
front tooth and a top denture.

There is one other thing.
What's that?

When I undressed him.

His underpants were on
the wrong way round.

You what?
Back-to-front.

Mm. Could be a bit awkward
after a curry.

LAUGHTER

Good night, gentlemen.

We're going to a club.
Do you want to join us? It's early.

I think I'll pass.
I've had enough for one night.

Shame. Still, if you get lonely in
the night, give these people a call.

Oh, come on!
They're very reliable and discreet.

(LAUGHS)

Door's open.

200, right?
Uh-huh.

Do you always work in the dark?

Oh, no!

Heather...

Oh, my God!

No.

Why are you doing this?
I need the money.

Are you on drugs?
No, of course not.

What do you need the money for?

To go to university.

Don't be ridiculous.

I don't have a rich father
like Sarah.

Does she know about this?

No.

Don't worry.
Anyway, what do you mean by this?

I thought this was just
going out for dinner.

That's what the agency said.

So how come you end up half naked
in my bed?

How come you phoned
an escort agency?

I don't know.

I've never done this before.

Oh, sure. What were you going to do?

talk about your wife all night?
I don't think so.

It's got nothing to do with
Elizabeth and me.

Why do all men cheat?

What now?

Nothing.

This is our secret, right?

I'll get my bag and go.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, can I help you?

I've come to report
a missing person.

How long as this person
been missing?

He's been gone about a week.

Name, please.
Dianne Hawkins.

No, HIS name.

Joseph.

Joe Hawkins. It's my husband.

Stop the car, here.

What's wrong, sir?
Nothing's wrong. Don't call me sir.

Just guv will do.

Yeah, erm...
I want to go to the bank.

I'll wait for you.

No, don't worry. Be all right.

It's no trouble...guv.

Oh, all right. OK.

Why don't you go and get us
something for dinner tonight, then?

Anything in particular?
Er, is the microwave working?

It is now.
Good, let's go for Indian.

Again?
Yeah, again. You choose.

Erm, what about Goan?

Goan. Very good.
GO AN' get us an Indian.

Thank you. Ta-ra.

DISCO MUSIC

And this is the aerobics area.

And this is the gym.

Ah, very nice.

That looks a bit gruesome.

I wouldn't have to do that, would I?
Nothing you don't want to.

What are you looking to achieve?

Mm? Well, you know,
try and get a bit fitter.

Lose a couple of pounds.
Good idea.

If you do decide to join, I'll
devise a personal programme for you.

Oh, right. Thank you very much.

I hope that's compulsory.

No, you have to pay extra for that.

Ooh.

And daytime contact number?

Denton police station.

Are you a copper?
Detective inspector.

Very impressed.
When do you want to start?

Erm, what about tomorrow evening?

I've got a one-to-one
from seven to eight, then I'm off.

Well, I can't make it
before eight o'clock.

All right. I'll stay on
especially for you, Inspector.

Oh, you don't have to do that.

I get commission if I sign you up.

Ah. And there was me thinking
it was my charm that won you over.

Why are you really doing this?

Well, I thought it might be
rather nice

to hear the sound of heavy breathing
once again.

I'll see you tomorrow night,
Julie Brown.

I'm home!

Hello?

LIZ: We're in here.

Hi.

Heather's just told us.

She's not going to university.

What?

Why not?

Dad can't afford it.
He's still not working.

Well...
I'm not blaming you, Stephen.

I know it's his own fault.

What about the student loan?

I don't want to leave university
owing thousands of pounds.

How will I ever pay that off?

What does everybody else do?

You'll be sharing with me.
That'll help, surely.

You've GOT to come.

I've got to do what's right for me.

Anyway, there's always next year.

Look on the bright side.
With you gone, I can come round here

and cheer your parents up.
Can't I, Uncle Stephen? (SNIFFS)

I'm going to open a bottle of wine.

Liz, will you give me a hand?

We can't let her give up like this.

Don't you feel any responsibility?
No.

Her father stole from the company.
He's lucky not to be in prison.

That wasn't Heather's fault.

He hasn't been able to cope
since Janet died.

What do you want me to do?

I think we should try to help.

She'll share with Sarah
and you'll be paying the rent,

so why don't you lend her the money?

And she'll pay you back
when she can afford to.

Another twelve grand?

What makes you think
she'd take a loan from us?

You're her hero.

(SCOFFS) Oh, go on.

I'm sure she'd rather do that

than hang around here for a year,
wouldn't you?

Oh, Joe, what have they done to you?

Who got his face like that?

We don't know but...

we think he was mugged.

Where did you find him?

The glass recycling plant.

I'm sorry to have to ask you this,
Mrs Hawkins, but...

..do you recognise this wallet?

I gave that to him last Christmas.

You're certain?
Positive.

Is Sarah joining us?
No.

Who then?
It's a surprise.

Ah, here she is.

Not too disappointed, I hope.

What have I let myself in for?
It was Heather's idea.

I wanted to thank you for your help
with the fees. This is my treat.

It really isn't necessary.

If I'd suggested it, would you have
come? Probably not.

Right, well, my job's done.
I've delivered him as promised.

You two have a good lunch
and I'll see you later. Bye. Bye.

Thanks, Liz.

I don't think
this is a very good idea.

Why not? It's just lunch.

If that's all you want.

All I want is to write you a cheque
and leave.

12,000.

No more escort agency for you, mm?

Or me. Let's put
that particular nightmare behind us.

Now, er...

who do I make this out to?
The college?

No, me, please.

Right.

Thank you, Stephen.

Where are you going?
We haven't even eaten.

I've, er...lost my appetite.

Well, then, let's forget lunch.

You've just given me a large cheque.

Why don't I...book us a room
and thank you properly?

What?

You know you fancy me.

Weren't you at all worried
when your husband didn't come home?

No, he often doesn't...

didn't come home.
I see.

How often is "often"?

That would be what? Once a week?
Once a month?

He worked nights some weeks.

He liked to go out drinking.

Sometimes we didn't see each other
for days.

Oh, right. How come?

We have separate rooms.

Sometimes he comes home late
and I'm already asleep.

And when I get up early to go to
work, he's still asleep.

The last time you saw your husband,
was he on nights then?

No. He told me he was going out
with his mates after work

to celebrate a win on the horses.

Oh. Was it a big win?

He said 9,000,
but it could have been more.

Have you any idea how much money
he might have had on him that night?

I'd say at least 1,000.

£1,000?

but there's still 8,000 in cash
in his bedside table.

That's a lot of cash
to be lying about.

Where did your husband work?

Up at Minsall's.
The chocolate factory?

Didn't you think of phoning
to ask his mates where he was?

No way. He'd be furious.

He'd accuse me
of checking up on him.

There would have been hell to pay.

Why? Was he a violent man?

Depends what you call violent.

Well, I mean did he ever hit you?

Sometimes.

But he did love me.

He'd always bring me chocolates.

We kept telling him
to stop flashing his money about.

Where was this?
At the pub.

Then in the club.
Which club was it?

Rodeo Dreams.
That's the strip club, isn't it?

It's not a strip club,
it's an adult bar.

A bit of a laugh. Lap-dancing,
pole-dancing. No touching.

How was Joe behaving during all this?

Showing off a bit.

Tucking his money into
a few G-strings. Just having a lark.

Bit pissed like the rest of us.

Did anyone join you during all this?

I don't think so. We had a good
drink and then went off for a curry.

So there was just the five of you.

Yeah. Us two, Davie Caldwell and
Nobby. They work in Despatch.

So you went for an Indian.
Then what?

We went home.
Me and Nobby got a cab.

So did me and David.

What happened to Joe?

He wanted to walk home.
He left the restaurant with you?

Yeah, not before buying everyone
a round of drinks.

So all in all, half of Denton
saw Joe flashing his money about.

(SIGHS) Oh, right. Thanks.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, my God.
Something gone down the wrong way?

Mm-mm.

Do you know her?
Yeah, we've met.

Very attractive.
Got a younger sister?

Never you mind.

Ah, Julie, I was going to call you.
I waited specially for you.

Mm, yeah, I know.
I'm sorry, but something came up.

And I couldn't find my gym shoes.

That's pathetic, Jack.
If you don't want to do it, fine,

but don't waste my time.
No, I do, honestly.

Just give me another chance, please.

I must be mad.
I'll call you. I will, I promise.

When?
When? Erm...

As soon as I've got all my gear.

Well, don't wait too long.

And you shouldn't be eating
all that fat.

You should have
what your son's having.

What are you smirking at?

Have you heard from Sarah?
Did she get there OK?

Yes...but Heather hasn't turned up.

Perhaps I should call Frank.

I mean, he is her father.

Pity he doesn't behave like it.

Will he be worried?

(SNORTS) If he's sober.

Did she say anything at lunch?

No, I...I gave her the cheque
and she was as pleased as punch.

JET AEROPLANE ENGINE

OK, girls - passports, please.

(SPEAKS IN POLISH)

Give me your passports.
Nie.

I pay £10,000. I keep.

OK. Passports or police.

You want police?
Give me your passports.

Where's Renata?

Right, let's get out of here.
I've lost one.

You what? There's only five of 'em.

Yeah, well...
I don't have them all on a lead.

What happens if she gets picked up
with a dodgy passport?

They can't trace that back to you.
Well, you better be right.

I'll see you later.
What about my money?

Don't be a silly girl. Not here.

There's cameras all over the place.

Ladies, if you'd like to follow me.

I'll see you back at the office.
You bring those passports.

Now, the dead man.

We know that Hawkins was still alive
when he left the Golden Turban

around midnight to walk home.

Now, Tranter...what news on minicabs
in the local area?

Yes, guv, and no-one remembers
picking him up.

It's about 1.5 miles half from the
restaurant to the Hawkins' bungalow.

And there are 26
possible collection points.

That is assuming
he went straight home.

Let's assume he did make for home.
That would take what?

An hour? 45 minutes?

So theoretically, time of attack was
between midnight and one o'clock.

Right. And the only signs of physical
assault are two bruises on his chest,

which would indicate that
he was being held down.

He was a big man.
He'd take a lot of holding down.

Probably more than one person.

Either that
or a team of weight-lifters.

(CHUCKLING)

Why would muggers
bother to hide the body?

Good question, Vicky. Anyone?
One more, sir.

Why would they empty his wallet
and then put it back in his pocket?

Why indeed? Can anyone answer that?

No. All right. Well, come on.

I want you all out there
on the knocker.

Someone somewhere
must have seen or heard something.

I mean, a bloke that size must have
broken an awful lot of bottles.

Guv?
Mm?

Shall I go to Rodeo Dreams?
ALL: Ooooh!

No, you are not old enough.

Shall I go, guv?
No, you won't. None of you will.

Sit down. Now, come on.
Get out there knocking.

On doors, I mean. And make it snappy.

DOG BARKS

Frank!

You look terrible.
What do you want?

Is Heather here?

I haven't seen my darling daughter
for months. Got a flat in town.

Oh.

Well, where?
I don't know.

She doesn't tell me anything.
What's this about?

She's supposed to be at university
with Sarah.

Since when? I thought she'd given up
on all that. Got herself a job.

I can't help her, can I?

Fortunately,
Stephen's given her the money.

He's what?

Who the hell does he think he is?
I'M her father.

Then why don't you behave like it?
Stop blaming Stephen for everything.

Who else's fault is it?

They were your fingers in the till.

Thank you.
Ah, Jack. Jack!

Good.

Uniform have pulled in a woman

pickpocket at the shopping
centre who doesn't speak English.

There's something I need you
to have a look at.

What?
Her passport.

Just give me a minute. I've got
to try and sort out an interpreter.

Where's she from?
Poland, I think.

Got something for me, Vicky?

Mm, that's a very nice picture.

Normally they're rubbish...
Miss Crighton-Smith.

(SPEAKS IN POLISH)

Oh, yeah?

Says here you were born in Sevenoaks.
What was your address?

(SPEAKS IN POLISH)

Oh, right. Do you pluck your
eyebrows?

Er...why do you want to know, sir?

Because I need a pair of tweezers.

OK. Thank you.

Any joy?

Just about to find out.

Look at that. Eh?

How did she get through Immigration
with this?

Where did you get this from, love?

Woolworths?
(REPLIES IN POLISH)

Where?
Warsaw.

Warsaw. I was right. Polish.

I'm gonna be with Trigg.

This passport number's on
a circulated list.

It's one of a number reported stolen

from a hotel in Benidorm
ten days ago.

Right. Any of the others turned up?

No.
All right.

Better let Immigration know
that we've got this one.

PHONE RINGS
Will do. Trigg.

Yeah. A-a-a-ah.
Mm?

Er, yeah. Who's speaking, please?
It's for you.

All right, who is it?
Julie Brown.

(No, tell her I'm not here.
I'm not here.)

I'm afraid he's not here
at the moment. Any message?

Tell him that that's the last time
I cancel anything for him.

I mean, who does he think

"he's messing about?

Just tell him not to bother!"

Thank you.

# DANNII MINOGUE:
Put The Needle On It

INDISTINCT EXCHANGE

(POLISH ACCENT) You ask for me?

Yes, er... Would you sit down?

I'm not allowed to.
You want me to dance?

No, I want you to talk.

It's fine. I've spoken to him.
You're allowed to sit down.

Come and sit down.

Last Thursday...

Do you remember dancing for this man?

I dance for many men.

Yes, but you'd probably remember him
because he had a gold tooth.

Oh, yes, I remember.

He smiled a lot. I danced for him
and his friends. Very generous.

Is no wrong, no?
No. Do you remember when they left?

It was only about 10 or 11.

Now, this is very important.

Did this man come back later
on his own?

No.
You're sure?

I didn't leave until four

and I would have known
if he come back.

How would you have known?

He would have asked about me,
of course.

Yes. Yes, of course.

All right. Thank you very much.

You want me to dance now?

Erm...erm...

Er, maybe next time, yes? Thank you.

Oh, I see.
Yes, thank you.

(CLEARS THROAT)

By the way, where do you come from?

Ruislip. Erm...
And before that, Warsaw.

Hm. You're a proper Pole-dancer,
then.

# Sexy

# Everything about
you's so sexy... #

Where the hell have you been?
Have you got my money?

Not here. Upstairs in the office.

# You're really hitting my spot... #

This isn't what we agreed.

You lost one.
You're lucky to get anything.

Look, these girls pay you and Hirst
ten grand each, is that right?

It's none of your business.

I'm the one who could go down
for five years if we get caught.

Give me the passports, take the
money and come and have a drink.

I haven't got them.
Where are they?

They're safe.

Heather...

don't be stupid. Stop playing games.
Who's playing games?

You don't want to get involved

that you don't know about, trust me.

Trust the man who persuaded me to go
on the game for my 18th birthday.

I don't think so.

I'll give you the passports when you
give me a little bit of the action.

# DJ SAMMY: Heaven

Yes, yes, bruv. Can I help you?

What?
What can I do for you?

Turn that bloody noise off
for a start.

Can't do it. Policy from HQ.

(GROANS) Have you got any plimsolls?

What did you say?
Plimsolls!

We got Nike, Reebok, Adidas,
Puma, Asics...

All the makes, but I don't think
I've ever heard of plimsolls.

No, they're gym shoes.
Gym shoes, for the gym.

Who for? You?

Yes, for me.
OK, cool, man, yeah?

Take a seat. I got just the thing.

You see these?
These are called Shocks.

Shocks, bruv. They're the business.
State of the art. Top of the range.

You're a ladies' man, you get me?
Here, try 'em on.

# Baby, you're all that I want

# When you're lying here
in my arms... #

How does that feel? It sort of
welds around the foot, right?

That's the gel.

We call that tersionic.
Ters... Do you?

Well, I feel a bit taller.

These'll do. I'll take 'em.

Good choice.
How much are they? 130.

How much?!

£130. But they're the best ones.

No wonder they're called Shocks!

Look, how much are those
with the bubble on the side? 84.

84?! What about these here?
99. They're cross-trainers.

Well, so am I! Look, just...

Just get me the cheapest.

# There's a lot that I can say

# But just hold me now

# Cos our love will light the way...

Thank you. How much are these?
30.

Ah, that's more like it. They're
unique. Why do you say that?

Cos you're the only person that's
ever bought a pair.

Hello, what are you up to?

Collating the door-to-doors.
How was the lap dancing?

POLE-dancing.
PHONE RINGS

DC Tranter.

Really?

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Were they gorgeous?

Who?

Those pole dancers.
Did they get all their kit off?

Haven't you got something to tell me?
What?

Who was on the phone?

Forensics. They found traces of
toothpaste on Joe Hawkins' dentures.

So what about those...

Well, why didn't you say so?

Right, come on, get your coat.

Did Joseph have any...enemies?

Not that I was aware of.

Any gambling debts?

He might have, but he never told me.

Don't you think it was just
a mugging? It happens all the time.

Well, this was rather different.

You see, there were no signs
of an attack.

And they didn't leave him
where they robbed him.

They dumped him in a bottle bank.

What does it matter?
I beg your pardon?

Look... I know he's dead...

but he was a real beast.

A bully.

I wish I could say
I'm sorry he's dead, but I'm not.

It's all right, Mrs Hawkins.

Is there anything else
that you want to tell us?

There's nothing more to tell,
so if you've finished, Inspector...

Yeah, I wonder if I could use
your bathroom.

It's through there.
Thank you.

FLUSHES TOILET

Hm.

Who's the country and western fan?

He was. I can't stand it.

Ah.

Who is this Colin Bayliss?
Does he come from Tennessee, does he?

He's a sleep therapist.
That's a hypnotherapy tape

I play to help me sleep.

Ah, I see. I have trouble
getting off myself. Does it work?

Yeah, it does.

Oh, good.

Well, we'll -
These are nice. (SNIFFS)

Anyway, we'd better be off.
Thank you very much. Come on.

So...back to the station?

No, no. YOU go back to the station.

We're going to 42a, Carlton Street.

Why?

Why? Because that's where
our sleep therapist lives.

How do you know?
I wasn't looking at the song titles.

Nor should you have been.

ELECTRIC DOORBELL

Mr Bayliss?
Yes?

I'm Detective Inspector Frost.
Denton CID.

This is DC Tranter.

I thought you did sleep therapy.

I do. But I also sell hearing aids.

Ah. What happened to your eye?
Dissatisfied customer, was it?

What can I do for you, Inspector?

Did you know Mr Joe Hawkins?

Yes. I tried to treat him
for a snoring disorder.

Do you know he's dead?

I heard. It's terrible.

How did you hear?
Mrs Hawkins told me.

Did she? When did she tell you that?

My wife and I bumped into her
in the supermarket.

When was the last time you saw him?

I dunno.

Months ago.

All right, thanks very much.

Is that all?
Have you got something to tell us?

No.

All right. We'll be in touch
if we want to see you again.

Good day.

Have a nice evening. Bye.

(SIGHS) Mr Everett again.

Still no word from Heather?

Not since I've been in.
PHONE RINGS

Dream Dates Escorts.

No, I'm afraid she isn't.

Who is it?
(It's for Heather.)

Put them through.
I'm just putting you through.

Hi, can I help?
I was hoping to book

one of your girls. Heather.
Heather's not available right now.

Can I suggest
one of our other escorts?

No, It's Heather I want,
for lunchtime today

at the Denton Grange. 'Is she booked
with somebody else?'

No, she's just not available at the
moment.

"I'm sure we've got someone else

Give me your email and I'll send
you some photos."

I'll give you my mobile.
See if you can track her down.

I'll do my best, Mr...?

Mr Stephen. Call me if she turns up.
We'll make another appointment.

Thanks very much. Bye-bye.

Afternoon.
Someone just called for you.

Do you want a lunch at the Denton?

No, I don't. I'm sick of it.

More to life than meeting strangers
in hotel rooms to make you money.

This guy asked especially for you.
It's your Mr Stephen.

Did he leave a number?

Yes.

Call him back
and tell him I'll be there.

I will.

Where are the passports?
Where's my cut?

There is no cut. No deal.

This is the last one
I'm doing for you, Edward.

See you after lunch.

And I want my money.

Terry? Yeah, we've got a problem.

Ah, there you are.
Get this over to the lab.

Tell them I want the results
first thing at the latest.

It's Hawkins' toothpaste.

Right.

Even if it does match the toothpaste

that doesn't make it conclusive,
does it?

It's conclusive enough
to frighten her with, though.

It proves that he cleaned his teeth
before he died.

And I bet he didn't do that
in the bog of the Golden Turban

after he had his vindaloo.

There's something going on between
that Dianne Hawkins and Svengali.

Do you think so?
Mm.

Mind you, there's only one way
to be sure.

Hm. Got a nice little job for you.

Where have you been?

(GRUNTS)

Nice trainers.

Yeah. They're made for walking,
not rowing. How much further?

Only another 500 metres.
How much?

Come on! You're doing well.

Oh, no...what are you doing?
Paying you back for standing me up.

Ow!

You're doing better than I expected.

Do you check your blood pressure
regularly?

Can I answer that
when I can breathe properly? (PANTS)

Sorry. Er, do you want one?

No, thanks. Sarah called this
morning.

How is she?

Still no sign of Heather.
I think we should call the police.

Look, we're not her parents!

Er, just give her a few days.

You know what kids are.

TV: "..an understanding
of this unpredictable river

to ensure ships
could come and go in safety.

This is their story."

PHONE

(MOUTH FULL) Frost.

Bayliss has just shown up.

What do you want me to do?

Well, stay,
and see what happens next.

Guv? "Ye-es?"

What happens if he doesn't come out?

I mean, if it's an all-nighter?

Do you want me to send over
your monogrammed pyjamas?

Yeah. Just stay there.

Good night.

(CHUCKLES)

Morning.
Morning, Jack. You're an early bird.

Something on?
Couldn't sleep.

Oh, Jack -
forensics just delivered this.

Right. Thanks very much.
Is DC Tranter in? Yeah, he's in.

DC Cook? DI Frost.

I want you to go and pick up
Hawkins and Bayliss for me.

Thank you.

"Sleeping policeman -
please report to Mullett's office."

Ugh!

He was drunk when he came home,
shouting abuse,

accusing Colin and me of all sorts.

He punched Colin in the face
and stormed out the house.

That was the last time I saw him.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

I don't know.

When you told me
Joe had been killed,

I didn't want you
to find out about Colin. Why not?

You might have thought
he had something to do with it.

So why are you having
a change of heart now, then?

Because you went to see Colin.

Well, you saw the state of him.

He was only trying to protect me.

How long was your husband
in the house?

Five minutes. Less.

So your husband left immediately
after the assault on Mr Bayliss?

Yes.

He didn't clean his teeth
before he left, did he?

What?

No.

Why?

It's just that forensics
have found traces of toothpaste

under his dentures,

which means that he cleaned his teeth
after his meal.

Sorry. I don't follow you.

The residue of toothpaste
that they found under his dentures

is identical to the toothpaste
that I removed

from your bathroom
the last time I was there.

Well...

perhaps he did clean them, then.

Perhaps he did?
Just now you said he didn't.

Well...well, I don't know. I mean...

I mean, he might have done.

So he had the presence of mind
to clean his teeth,

but not to take his £8,000 with him!

I'm sorry. I can't go on with this.

Perhaps now you'd like to tell us
what really happened.

He came back drunk,

saw me and Colin together.

We were only talking.

He punched Colin in the face,
and threw him out the house.

I knew he'd come back for me,

so I locked myself in my bedroom.

I was terrified.

I heard Colin's car drive off.

Joe tried my door.

I thought he was going
to break it down.

He was swearing,
and shouting, and...

I just sat on the bed,

terrified.

Waiting.

Then it went quiet,

and about...ten minutes later

I heard him snoring.

Go on. Then what?

I called Colin on his mobile.

I wanted him to come and get me.

I packed a bag,
and waited for Colin.

He looked dreadful.

And then what did you do?

We were about to go when I
thought...

"I'm entitled to that money
for everything I've put up with.

It's not like I'd be stealing."

Colin wanted to leave,

but I wouldn't go
until I'd got the money.

Bastard was just lying there, stark
naked,

snoring his head off.

As I leaned across him

to get the money from the drawer...

he opened his eyes for a second,

and then started throwing up.

He grabbed hold of me.

Colin pulled me out the way,

and jumped on top of him.

I was kneeling on him, trying to
hold him down,

because he was thrashing about.

Sick all over the place.

Horrible.

I grabbed a pillow

and put it over his face,
but only for a second or two.

And he stopped moving.

I pulled the pillow away,

and he wasn't breathing.

You'd smothered him.

I didn't mean to.

What were you trying to do?

Staunch the flow?
What would you have done?

Called the police, or an ambulance.

We just panicked.

Colin went to get the car
while I got him dressed.

It wasn't easy.

And in your panic,

that's how he got his underpants on
back to front?

How did you and Colin
get him from the bed to the car?

How do you mean?

Well, you're only little, aren't you,
the pair of you?

And he's...well, he was,
quite a big man.

We got him on the television stand,

and sort of pushed him.

We got him into the back of the car,

and then drove around for a while,

trying to think what we could do.

I thought we could make it look
like he was mugged.

So you took off his watch,

emptied his wallet,

and then put it back in his pocket.

No mugger would have done that.

How would we know?

Why did you put him
in the bottle bank?

We thought that was the sort
of thing a mugger might do.

They're not exactly hardened
criminals, are they?

I mean, that Hawkins was a drunk
and a bully, by all accounts.

If they get themselves
a decent brief,

they could get off on a technicality.

You know, did they choke him,
or did he choke himself?

The worst they could expect
was disposing of a dead body.

Well, just write your report, Jack,

and we'll let the CPS decide
what to do.

All right, sir.
Now, on a very different note,

I had dinner last night
with the chief constable.

He's very keen
that our senior officers

attend a weekend initiative
and leadership course.

Well, with due respect, sir,

considering all that I've been
through and at this stage in my
career,

do you really think I would benefit
from spending a weekend under canvas

with a candle and a piece of string?

KNOCK AT DOOR
Yes?

Excuse me, sir.
We've just had a report in.

The body of a young woman's
been found at the Denton Grange.

All right. Thank you.

You'd better go, Jack.

George?

Er, bag, purse, address book,

keys...

It looks like her name
was Heather Wills.

Any sign of a motive?

Well, her clothes
are all neatly folded,

but her bag had been tipped out
on to the bed.

There's cash in her wallet -
it doesn't look like robbery.

I see. Was she on the game, do you
reckon?

Could be. There's a card
in her wallet with the name

'Dream Dates Escort Agency' on it.

Any sign of sexual activity, doc?

Can't be absolutely certain.
You'll have to wait for pathology.

I've just been at recep-

Yeah, OK, go on. What is it?

The room was booked in the name
of a Stephen Richford.

Erm... According to reception,

he booked in
at twelve noon yesterday

and paid his bill by credit card
at three o'clock.

All right. Well, go and pick up
this Mr Richford,

and we'll have a little chat.

Off you go.

George, have you got her address?

Yeah.

Got those keys, have you?
Yeah.

Dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

Someone's been looking for something.

Better get forensics on to this.

Here, George, have a look at this.

Certainly was a pretty girl.

Who's that? Father, do you reckon?
Yeah, probably.

There is a Mr Frank Wills
under 'Dad' in her address book.

I'd better go
and break the bad news.

Hello, sorry to bother you.
Is Mr Richford in?

Well, who are you?

DC Tranter, DC Cook, Denton Police.

(SIGHS) You'd better come in.

We'd like to speak to Mr Stephen
Richford, please. Who is it?

Mr Richford?
Yes?

Denton Police. What can I do for
you?

We're making enquiries about a
Heather Wills.

Do you know her, sir?
Yes, of course.

We've been looking for her.
Have you found her?

We'd like you to come down to the
station, sir. Well, what's going on?

Is Heather all right?
Elizabeth, don't worry.

I'll go with them and find out.
I'll come with you! No!

There's no need for that.

I'll call you
when I've got some news.

Shall I follow you in the car?

No. Come with us, sir.

DI Frost enters the room at 14.40.

Carry on.

When was the last time
you saw Heather Wills, Mr Richford?

Yesterday, for lunch.

And where was that?
At the Denton Grange.

Did you eat in the restaurant,
or have it sent up to your room?

Excuse me? You did book a room.
You checked in just before twelve,

and checked out again after three.

What if I did?
What's it got to do with you?

Heather Wills is dead.

What?

And it appears you were
the last person to see her alive.

I-I don't understand. How...?

She was found half-naked and
strangled in your room this morning.

What was she doing there?

I don't know.
You must do.

OK.

I arranged to meet her at the hotel

because she had some money of mine.

Explain.

I lent her some money
to help pay for university.

Why would you do that?

She's a family friend.
She needed help.

How much did you lend her?

£12,000. The thing is she didn't
turn up at the start of term.

We were worried
something had happened to her.

Not to mention the twelve grand.

We were all worried!

If you knew she was missing,
how did you manage to track her down?

Through Dream Dates.
That's where she worked.

I thought she was a student?

So did I, until last week.
I don't follow you.

I-I was staying overnight
at Denton Grange.

Business.

I'd had a few drinks,
and I called Dream Dates.

To cut a long story short,
Heather turned up.

Must have been a bit of a shock.

Yes, it bloody was - for both of us.

Was this before or after

you gave her the money
to further her education?

Before.

The reason I saw her yesterday
was to find out what she was up to,

why she hadn't gone to university.

She said she wanted more money,
or she'd tell my daughter.

She was blackmailing you?

Yes.

So you strangled her.

No! I refused to give her any money.

I wanted mine back.
We had a row, and I stormed out.

When I left that room,
Heather was alive.

Did you have sex with her?

She was my daughter's best friend,

They grew up together.
Is that a yes or a no?

You let him go?
Pro tem, yes.

Well, he did have a point.

I mean, why would he book
a hotel room in his own name,

pay for it with his own credit card,

and then leave a dead girl
on the bed?

Anyway, don't worry.
I told him not to go anywhere.

You did what?
We're still waiting for the results

of forensics and pathology.

He did give us a DNA swab, though,
before he left.

Well, I still think
you had enough to hold him.

He had a big motive.
Who else could have done it?

I don't know yet.

Is Heather Wills
one of your escorts? Yes.

And sometimes she works in the bar.

Did you send her to the Denton
Grange yesterday?

Yeah. She was booked for lunch.

Who booked her?
I'll have a look.

Here it is. Er, Stephen. Mr Stephen.
Did he pay by credit card?

No, he would have paid cash. That's
normal. What's this all about?

Heather Wills is dead, sir.

What?

Do you know Mr Richford?
Erm, no, I don't think so.

What about this Mr Stephen?

We think he's the same man.
Stephen Richford.

She was found in his hotel room.

Have you arrested him?
No.

Why not?

Thanks very much for your help.

(BEEP) "This is Hirst Photographics.
Please leave a message." (BEEP)

"Terry, if you're there, pick up.
It's urgent."

Where's the fire, Eddie?
What's so urgent?

Heather's dead. Murdered.

What?
I've had the police here.

They think they know who did it.

Who? The punter she was with
at her hotel yesterday.

Well, have they got him?
No, they let him go.

Why?

Well, why did they come and see you?

To check who booked her.
Well, that's all right, then.

What about the passports?
That's what I'm worried about.

Well, don't let it worry you.

I mean, even if they do find them,

Heather can't tell them
anything now, can she?

Stephen! Stephen!

Stephen!

Stephen!
What are you doing?

Stephen!

Where is he?

The police station. He's not.
Has Heather turned up?

Heather's dead.

What?
I've just been to identify her body.

She was found half-naked in a hotel
bedroom booked by your husband.

What hotel room?
What are you talking about?

Stephen murdered her.

I'm calling the police station.
You're bloody drunk.

How could you say such terrible

things about Stephen and your own
daughter? Why would I lie?

You ring them. They'll tell you.
They haven't even arrested him.

No, they bloody let him go. And when
I find him, I'm going to kill him.

Get out!

PHONE RINGS

Tranter.

Er...who's speaking?

Just a moment.
I'll see if I can find him.

Guv.
Hmm?

It's Richford.

He sounds a bit pissed.

Oh, right. Stay on the phone.

Frost.

The DNA swab...

I lied.

I did have sex with Heather.

Did you?

Why didn't you tell me before?

I was too ashamed.

I'm sorry.

That's all right. Don't say any more.

Where are you?

(WEEPS)

(SNIFFS)

MOBILE RINGS

Yes, who is it?

TURNS PHONE OFF

CAR ENGINE RUNNING

OK. I'll do it.

Well, George?
It's Richford, Jack.

It looks like suicide.

The driver's seat's in recline.
Half a bottle of whisky

and an empty packet of Nembutal
on the passenger seat, but no note.

He obviously couldn't bear the shame

and disgrace that he brought upon
himself and his family.

Maybe. I bet a pound to a penny this
is Heather's lock up.

Well, I'll check.

You don't think it was suicide?

No.

Not if he didn't kill her.

If Richford knew where she lived,

why did he bother
to get in touch with a dating agency

and arrange to meet her
in his hotel room?

It would've been a lot easier
to have killed her in her own flat.

We're talking about this incident.
Look at the evidence before you.

You've had a bit of luck in this
case, seeing how you let him go...

It's a very tidy result - murder,

then suicide.

Hmm.

Luck, is it?

I hope his family are going to think
the same thing when I break the news.

Oh, Stephen.

What have you done?

(SOBS)

Why would they
turn over Heather's flat?

What were they looking for?

They? Just Richford's prints were
in the flat and hotel room.

I know, but they weren't over her
handbag, were they? Or the contents.

The bag had been tipped out
on to the bed, though.

Well, she could've done that.

Why didn't she put
all the stuff back, then?

If, say, it wasn't Richford,
who else could it have been?

A thief would've taken the cash
and the jewellery.

Hello.

What's this?

And what is THIS?

How the hell did you miss these?
I don't know.

It's very well done, though.
Sod the craftsmanship.

You missed 'em.

How come SOCO missed these, too?

At least now we know
what they were looking for, Jack.

Well, get that down to Forensics.

Meanwhile, George,
you take these down to Trigg.

I bet you a pound to a penny
these are on the stolen list.

And have a chat with that Polish girl
you brought in the other day.

Meanwhile, Sherlock, you get
that shower from SOCO on the phone.

I want a word.

Ask her if she knows that girl.

(TRANSLATES INTO POLISH)

(REPLIES IN POLISH)

She says it's the girl
that brought them into England.

(SPEAKS POLISH)
There was a man with her.

What man?

(TRANSLATES INTO POLISH)

(REPLIES IN POLISH)

The man they paid money to
for their passports.

Well, we have a link
with Heather and the passports.

Now, the thing is... Oh...

Was Stephen Richford involved?

Do you think
he could be in on it with her?

He could be the guy
Renata gave the money to

in Poland.
According to his wife,

he hasn't been out the country
for months.

So there must be somebody else.
There IS somebody else.

That's the person
she let into her hotel room.

And that's the person who killed her.

No, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Let's just go through
this suicide again, shall we?

Well, Richford's prints
were all over the car.

Except for the tape
on the driver's window

and the hose
coming from the exhaust.

Yes, but why would that be?

Because Richford didn't wear gloves,
did he?

All right.
Let's go through what happened.

Richford drives into the garage.

He connects the hosepipe
to the exhaust.

He takes the other end of the hose
and he puts it through the window.

He winds up the passenger window
as far as it will go

and then he tapes up the gap.

Right?

He goes round to
the drive...the driver's side.

He gets in.

He takes the pills and washes them
down with half a bottle of Scotch.

Switches on the engine...

..and waits to die.

Ooh...

There was somebody else involved.

And he wore gloves.

That's why there are no prints
on the tape...

He tore the tape with his teeth.

Get that checked for DNA.

And I bet you
that they won't match Richford's.

Right.

If we can prove
Richford was murdered,

there's bound to be a connection
with Heather's murder.

My money's on
the escort agency guy -

D'arblay.
Frank Wills - the girl's father.

He hated Richford.

And if he thought Richford had slept
with his daughter, well...

Forged passports?
What have they got to do with me?

Well, they were found
in your dead employee's handbag.

Thought you might be able
to shed some light.

How?
Have you been abroad recently?

No, too busy.
Did you send Heather to Poland?

Why would I do that?

Well, we have a young woman in
custody

who identified Heather as the person
who brought her and four other young

Polish girls into the country on
forged passports.

We also know
there was a man involved.

What, and you think that man was me?

Well, you don't blame me
for wondering, do you?

I mean, you run this escort agency.

You run a strip joint.

You employ foreign girls.
I mean, what else do you do?

Like a punt, do you?

So?
Mm.

Are all these greyhounds yours?

Not that it's any of your business,
but yes.

Everything is my business.

I'm conducting a murder inquiry.

Look, I'm sorry. I've got nothing to
hide. What do you want to know?

Where were you the afternoon Heather
went to the Denton Grange?

I was here, working in the office.

Oh, were you? That's
funny. Your booker said

that you didn't get back to the
office until gone four o'clock.

So, I had lunch and went shopping.

Anybody see you?
Have you got any receipts?

What are you saying? I don't have to
answer any more of these questions.

No. No, you don't.

Not here, you don't.

But we could ask you to come down
to the station, and if you do,

I could inform the Immigration
and the Inland Revenue people

to come and have a look round
your office.

Have a look at this, guv.

Hmm?

Mm.

You seem to own a lot of properties.

It's all legit and I've been
very lucky with my greyhounds.

You never told me that Heather Wills
was a tenant of yours.

I didn't think it was important.

She pays an awful lot of rent
for a 20-year-old.

Unless, of course, she's
supplementing her income in some way.

I wouldn't know.

What about this?

Hirst International.

Hirst Photographics.

Hirst Travel.

Who is this Hirst?

He's a good tenant.
Pays his rent on time.

Does some of our printing.

You're getting the hang of
this interrogation lark, aren't you?

Did you see his face?

You shook him up.

Thank you, guv.

Mr Mullett tells me the Chief
Constable has high hopes for you.

You could go far.

I don't know about that.
Don't you?

Oh, well...

Oh...it's locked.

You see,

the danger is, for most of us,

not that we aim too high and miss it,

but we aim too low

and we reach it.

Go on. Look in there.

Well, that's you stymied for a start.

Look away a second, guv.

This is illegal.

So is burglary.
Just get on with it, will you?

Hello. What have we got here?

Mmm.

(TUTS)

Guv.
Mm?

Look at this.

Dream Dates Escorts.

She's nice.

Yeah. You want to see her
in the flesh.

That's the Polish girl from Ruislip.

What?

We'd better get hold of
this Mr Hirst.

Shall I bag this lot up, guv?

What do you mean, bag this lot up?

We're not supposed to be here,
are we?

Mind you, I wouldn't mind getting
hold of a floppy copy of that lot.

Or whatever you call it...

Come on. Let's go.

I want a watch put on this place.

A stakeout of his flat.

You don't need a floppy copy, guv.

It's all on here.

Good boy. Turn that off.

MELLOW MUSIC

# Leaving today

# Still longing... #
Look,

will you stop jiggling about
and just come over here?

I have done nothing wrong.

No, you haven't done anything wrong.

I'm not here about your P45,
or your National Insurance.

I'm an English girl now. I have
English husband. British passport.

Yeah and congratulations...
Look, have you ever seen her before?

I know this girl
when I first came here.

She worked behind the bar.

The owner was her boyfriend.
Oh.

Did he get you into the country?

Sure.

Am I not in trouble?
No, you're not in trouble.

How did you get into England?

I pay £10,000
to another English man.

He took a photograph
and give me a passport

and a ticket the next day.

That's a lot of money, isn't it?

Yes, but I borrowed it
and pay back big interest to Poland.

How did you find out
about this place?

Other girls in Poland tell me
it's good place to go.

Why did you leave Dream Dates Agency?

This pays better.

And I have a chance
to meet richer men

with big hearts

and deep pockets...

I married one.

I dance for you now?

# ..And my way, yeah, yeah-h-h-h #

Why didn't you say
Heather was your girlfriend?

It was a fling, ages ago.

Is that how she got on the game?

I didn't know she was on the game.

You know who that is, don't you?

Yes. You know I do.
She dances in my bar.

Do you know where Terry Hirst is?
No. Why should I?

You do know Stephen Richford is dead
though, don't you?

No.

Yeah. He was found dead in his car in
a lock-up garage near Heather's flat.

A flat you own.

Well, that's it, then, he obviously
killed Heather, then topped himself.

Except he was murdered.

And whoever killed him
killed Heather.

Now do you remember where you were

on the afternoon
that Heather was murdered?

I'm not saying a thing
until my lawyer gets here.

My client admits involvement
with the passports and bringing
the Polish girls into the country.

But I've got
nothing to do with murder.

How did Hirst get hold of
the passports?

He'd steal them to order. He'd go to
say...Benidorm, steal the passports

from a group of English girls

who are off their faces, take the
passports to Poland

and stick the Polish girls' photos
over the originals.

So it would look like Heather was
bringing in

a group of English girls from a
package holiday. Yeah.

We kept it small and low-key.

That way we didn't attract the
attention of the big organisations.

But Heather found out how much
we were making and she got greedy.

She wouldn't hand over the passports
unless she got a bigger cut.

I met Terry that lunchtime and he

said he'd have it out with Heather
after her date with a punter.

Did you tell him where she was?
No comment.

It's OK. Erm...I may have done.

May have done?

All right. I did.

That's conspiracy to murder.

Unless, of course, you help me out.

So, Richford has sex with Heather.
Mm.

She wants more money.

And they argue, so he leaves.

The room is paid for
for 24 hours

and she's in no hurry
to get back to the agency.

When there's a knock on the door.

She thinks Richford's come back,
but it's not, it's Hirst.

That's right. And he says he's come
to do a deal about the passports,

so she lets him in.
She refuses to hand them over.

And he strangles her.
But why would Hirst kill Richford?

Because Hirst thinks

that Stephen Richford is the only one
in the frame for Heather's murder,

but we let him go.

So, to stop us digging any further,

he gets in touch with Richford.

No, but, Jack,
they didn't know each other.

It's not rocket science
to get a phone number.

No and it'll be
in Heather's address book, won't it?

So Hirst entices Richford up
to Heather's flat on some pretext,

like trying to prove his innocence,
or whatever.

There he spikes Richford's drinks,

making sure that Richford's left
his fingerprints in Heather's flat.

Hirst takes Richford, puts him in his
car, puts the car in the lock-up,

puts the pipe from the exhaust
into the car and Bob's your uncle.

It makes it look like
Richford has murdered Heather

and then committed suicide.

Where's Hirst now?
He's on his way back from Calais.

He's bringing some more in?!
Yes. He's doing this one himself.

Should be back this afternoon.
KNOCKING

Come!

DS Toolan enters the room at 16:10.

Yes, George, what is it?

The labs confirm the DNA on Hirst's
cigarette

is the same as on the tape
on Richford's car.

Thank you, George.

All right. Come on, Mr D'arblay.

How's he doing it?

Weekend trip in a people carrier
for fags and booze.

Where does he take them?

He usually drops the girls off
at the multi-storey on North Street

then brings the fags and booze
to the Rodeo.

What do the girls do?

Not our problem. He's got the money,
he collects the passports.

Chances are
we'll never see them again.

Unless they're tasty,
then we might pick out one or two.

Hello, Eddie.

What the hell are you doing?

Put that thing away.

The police were waiting for me
in the car park.

Well, don't look at me.
Why would I do that?

Because you're a greedy bastard.
You want to keep bringing more in.

I ain't heard you complaining about
the money. It wasn't me, Terry.

It must've been Heather. She knew
when you were making another run.

Why did she tell the law? Because
we wouldn't pay her more money.

You know what state she was in.

Anyway, I thought you got the
passports back off her at the hotel.

She wouldn't give them to me.

And they weren't in her bag
or at her flat.

You killed her, didn't you?

Did I?
Are you mad?

They know we have a connection.
All right.

How much money have you got
in the safe?

£200,000.

Go and get it
and bring it back here tonight.

And then what?
Then we split it -

you do what you want,
I'm out of here.

Oh, great (!) So how do I know
you're not going to kill me?

You don't.

But if you don't turn up tonight,
I will.

All right. All right.

Not here.

Not here.

Don't worry. I'll be listening and
watching everything you do and say.

There'll always be someone
within ten feet of you.

And when you give him the money,
you place a bet with my bookie.

And then what?
Then we nick him.

What happens if he pulls a gun?

Tranter, make sure you fix him up
one of those vests.

And where do you want my team, sir?

I'd prefer
that we didn't have them at all.

Jack, we know he's got a gun. I
can't risk anything happening to the
public.

I know. I know.
But I want them all in civvies.

Understood?

Right, I want one placed
in that balcony over there.

One above here with the hare driver.

And one with the bookies, but no-one
is to take a shot without my say-so.

No-one.
Is that all right with you, sir?

Yes. You take your instructions
from Inspector Frost.

Thank you.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Remember, nobody moves
till D'arblay hands over the bag.

COMMENTATOR: They're loading up
for the first race this evening.

In trap two...

They're loaded up. The starter's
given the all-clear signal.

The hare is on the move.

They're running. Four just leading,
with two and six on the outside.

Four, three, two and six...
(CHEERS)

..is now second,
following the leader.

Two is now second...

Are you winning?
Terry...

Look, where's your money?
It's in here.

Where do you wanna go?

I've already cut it.
Your share's in the bag.

(SCREAMS)

D'arblay's down. He's down.
Nobody shoot!

Nobody shoot!

D'arblay's down. Nobody shoot.
Get back!

Out of my way! Get out the way!

And round the final two bends...

Move!

Don't shoot him. We have him.

Then six. One, two and then six.

One, three, two... Six is in third.

One, two and six.
Three's number one.

Move!

All right. Don't shoot him.
Don't shoot him.

Don't shoot...

Don't shoot.

George!

Right. Come on. Cuff him.

OK.

How's D'arblay?

Nasty bullet hole in his coat
but he's got the name of my tailor.

Do you want to cuff him?
No, no. You cuff him.

I've left mine in my car.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(PANTS)

I...

I don't suppose you'd fancy a meal
one night, would you?

If I can walk.

Just dinner.

How do I know I can trust you?

I'm a policeman.

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