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Time is moving on.

Oh, yeah?

Jack?
Hm.

I'm trying to concentrate.
Using semaphore won't speed
things up.

Look, I'm supposed to be in Mullett's
office in a minute.

And so is she.

PHONE RINGS

Don't bother. I'll answer it.

Frost.

Guv? DS Marsh.

My car's packed up.

And what is your estimated time of
arrival?

I'm on the bus.

About 20 minutes.

20 min...?!

Why her, hm?

Of all the people, why is Mullett
having her transferred here?

Hm? Answer me that.

You got any fags?
Leave it out, Lewis.

Don't get gobby, mate.
Or what, Palmer?

You going to talk me to death?
Calm it down, Johnny boy.

HORN BLAST

You're too slow, Johno. (LAUGHS)

You think that was clever, do you?
Yeah. It was a laugh.

You've got to start the day with a
laugh, babes.

Otherwise you end up like miserable
old sods. Like this lot.

Save me a fag, mate.
Get off.

What bag you got there, love?
Get your hands off me!

Police! Enough!

Hey! Are you deaf? I said...

Get off.
Ow!

Come on. Get off my bus.

Come on. Get off my bus.

Look what you did.

This is my brother's coat.

Get off the bus.
Are you going to make me?

I'll get you for this.
What's your name?

Get off.

A fat lot of good you were.

I don't want you at Denton.
It's best you should know that.

It wasn't my choice, either.
As long as we understand each other.

Oh, perfectly. You cross me again
and I'll boot your rear

right back to where it came from.

In which case, I'll have to bring
charges against you again...guv.

What are you doing here?

What is he doing here?

I can't believe it.

The murdering man is driving the bus.

Who the hell let him out?

You're not supposed to be here.

What happened to you this morning,
Sergeant Marsh,

is but a token of the harassment and
fear gangs of youths have inflicted

on innocent bystanders over recent
months.

For the next four weeks,

I'm instigating Operation
Self-Containment.

Zero tolerance on the streets of
Denton.

Operation Round-Up you should have
called it.

With a bit of branding with permanent
dye.

That wouldn't have gone amiss,
either.

And someone's stealing credit cards,
which is another priority.

Although we don't have any leads
yet.

George and I are doing the rounds
of known offenders, sir.

Denton and Operation
Self-Containment will lead the way

with due care and diligence.

So, I'd like to welcome you,
Sergeant Marsh,

and we all look forward to working
with you.

Thank you, sir.

I had no choice, Jack.

She's an experienced officer
and we need someone.

Besides, she's leaving in a month's
time to go into the private sector.

What, a cushy security job?

Eh? In a modern office, with loads of
holidays and bags of money?

Cor, why would anybody want to do
that? Can't she go now?

Just live with it, Jack. And work
with her.

Let bygones be bygones.

Right, I want you to clear George's
desk,

while he and I do all the legwork.

I think I'm of more use to
Mr Mullett out of the office.

Except you're working for me now
and I want this desk cleared.

You can go on scoring points all day
long. It's not going to help.

Look, just do your job and keep this
zipped.

You're never going to forget it,
are you? No, I'm not!

I was suspended from duty because you
blabbed about the case

that I was working on.
15 years ago!

And you jeopardised more than the
case.

You cut corners. You didn't follow
procedure.

I got the results.

You risked an officer's life to get
your result.

You take shortcuts.
You screw it up for everyone.

Well, not for me.
I'm not having your muddy paws

messing up my career, thank you.

George and I are going to be out of
the office all day.

Don't you start.

The quicker we do this job,
the sooner she does us all a favour

and clears off to where the grass is
greener.

What's going on?

Your mum said she saw Harrison...
driving a bus.

A bus? He's in prison.

She's definite.

Hello, Mum.

Sarah says that you think you saw
Harrison.

Andy, I got such a shock. It was
him. There was no mistake.

All right. Don't go upsetting
yourself.

Look, you can stay here for a bit.

I don't want you being on your own
tonight.

I'll have a sniff around
and see what I can find out.

But it can't have been him, Mum.
Honest. They'd have told us.

DIALS NUMBER

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Tony, I'm just on my way to work.

I've told you.
There's no point phoning me no more.

I want to talk.

Where are you now?
I've got an extra shift.

You didn't need overtime
when I bought your gear.

It's over, Tony.

Grow up.

And I want my keys back.

I can't discuss employees with
anyone.

The bloke's a convicted killer.
Do you not know what he did?

He destroyed the lives of two
families.

Mark Harrison came to us with a clean
record three months ago.

I know what happened.

He didn't hide anything and I need
drivers.

So you let him loose behind the
wheel of your bloody bus?

Mr Heal, please leave the depot
before I call security.

I know you must be upset
but it's out of my hands.

That's not right.

It's not.

Oh, am I still on tonight?

Do you want to be?
Yeah. I need the extra.

Then you're on tonight.
Great.

Are you watching?

Oh, for heaven's sake.

I keep telling you. Why don't you get
a new pair of glasses?

No, not yet. Go on.

Oh, George. It's been a long day.

I've got a takeaway curry sitting in
the microwave with my name on it.

Can't you just fill it up?

You fill it up halfway, you get
better economy.

Half the weight of a full tank

in a car makes for better fuel
consumption.

Now?
No. Not yet.

I don't know. What with you and
Mullett...

Oh, come on.
That's it, that's good enough, yes.

You could take the seats out.
That'd make it lighter.

And you could always walk.

You have no idea how to deal with
people.

WOMAN: What? People like you?

I don't need you telling me how to
behave.

You're abrasive, you're insulting.

You don't give a damn about anyone
else's feelings. Get in the car!

So bloody embarrassing sometimes!

That's your answer to everything,
is it?

Run away, have a sulk.
Keep away from me. I'm walking.

You're not. You're coming with me.

I'm going to sort this out once and
for all. I said, leave me.

Shut up! Get in the car!
Hey, hey, hey.

Come on, calm down, you two.
You're causing a scene.

Mind your own business.
Who asked you to poke your nose in?

Just think about it for a minute,
will you?

If you carry on like this,
the cashier will call the police

and that is when it gets complicated.
All right?

It's always you that misunderstands
things. That is so unfair.

Will you, please, miss...
Will you calm down, please,

or I will call the police.

Go on, buzz off, the pair of you.

Jack.
What?

I thought you were watching the car.

I've left the keys in the ignition.
That's how cars get nicked.

Then you ought to be more careful,
then, shouldn't you?

TV ON LOW

You can't hear that, can you?
Hello, love. What?

I might be going a bit deaf but at
least I haven't got water

on the brain, like some.
Next Olympic gold medallist, me.

You'd better be, the amount of time
you spend at that swimming pool.

I think it's the girls you're in
training for, never mind the gold
medal.

You're right. I have to beat them off
left, right and centre.

You wish.
Yeah, I wish.

What is it, Gran?

Harrison got out on appeal a year
ago.

They overturned his conviction.

And they never told us?

I phoned the solicitor's.

They said the court didn't have to.

What, he just walks back into
everyone's life?

Yeah. I suppose.

I don't know. That's not right,
is it?

What about Bob Trusham? Did he know?

No.

I phoned him. He can't believe it,
either.

I think it's knocked him for six.

I hate to think what it's going to
do to your mum.

I'm going, Mum, Dad. See you later.

Look, um...

I have to go as well.

We won't let this rest, I promise
you.

Yeah. Yeah, I understand.

Oi, Johno.
Where'd you nick that?

Longridge Road, outside a pub.
It's neat, innit?

Come on, you plank, we'll go for
a burn, have some fun.

No, I can't.
Come on.

No... I've got swimming practice.

You lead a boring existence, man.

It's time you stopped playing Nemo
and joined the sharks.

TYRES SCREECH

Hey, hang on.

ENGINE REVS

Mind the step there, love.

There you go.

Night, then.

That's it, Mark.

Let's get going.

TYRES SCREECH
Hang on!

Mark, there must be an accident.

Argh!

Don't, you bastard!

Get off him!

She saw me. Get her out.

Argh!
Get the money! Get the money!

Argh!

CAR STARTS UP

CAMERA CLICKS

What do we know so far, then, George?

Marsh took the call from uniform
first thing this morning.

Blimey, she's keen, isn't she?

Yes, she was in the office, as
instructed.

Yes, yes, all right, all right.

Anyway, the bus's tachometer stopped
at 11:24.

And they only found it missing this
morning?

It's the last bus of the evening
around here, Jack.

The crew take it back to the depot,
clock off, go home.

Night security don't know the
schedules.

What have we got?
Not a lot.

Wheel spin mark.

SOCOs found these. A woman's watch.

We haven't identified it yet.

And this silver pendant.

Looks like they came off in the
struggle. Where'd you find them?

6, 7, and 8. There's an inscription
on the pendant,

but it's too mangled to make
anything out.

SOCOs think the car drove over it.

All right. Let's see what the labs
come up with, then.

Anything else?

Yeah. There's a couple of scrapes
in the Tarmac over there

and some shards of glass.

There's also a light filament
mixed up in the glass.

Maybe it's headlamp glass.

Could be a road rage attack after a
collision.

There's no sign of damage
to the front of the bus,

so SOCOs can't see any connection,
no.

Oh, right.

Well, keep tabs on what Forensics
come up with, will you?

Who's that?
That's the bus company manager.

He's a bit shocked.

We need to talk to him again.

Blood splattered on the windscreen
there.

It looks like there was a struggle.

There are a couple of shirt buttons
here and here

and a woman's shoe.

Well, there was more than one bloke
involved.

If they took the conductress as
well...

Why take them at all?

If we knew that we'd have solved the
case, Miss Marple.

I don't think the driver would have
done a runner

with the night's takings.

It'd hardly have been a king's
ransom, would it?

The driver's name is Mark Harrison.

The conductress is Jessica Green.
Both single.

Well, they didn't have return
tickets, did they?

We don't know much about Harrison
yet.

Except he had some trouble on a bus
yesterday morning with some kids.

I wonder if that's the same lot that
thumped you.

Yeah, could be. They did threaten to
get even with the driver.

They'd be interested in any change
there was.

You go back to the nick
and trawl through

juvenile records,
see what you can find.

George and I will go down to the
depot, see what we can dig up.

I still haven't got wheels, guv.

Oh, gawd blimey.
Here you go, take my car, will you?

When you get to the nick, find
Sergeant Brady

and tell him to give you a pool car.

Say I said so.
Right.

Be lucky to get a bicycle with this
year's budget.

Yeah. If you did, it wouldn't have
any wheels.

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

I've organised you a car.
Great, thanks.

There's been a lot of incidents over
the last few months involving gangs

of kids, but I thought this might
interest you.

Four cars were reported stolen last
night, probably joyriders.

Two lads were seen dumping that one
early hours of this morning.

Right.

Get a truck down there.
I want it brought into Forensics.

Tell Inspector Frost where I've
gone, will you?

Yeah.

Ernie?
Yeah?

I reckon if you dive deep enough into
the gene pool,

you'll find her and Jack are related.

You're wrong there, sarge.
Chalk and cheese, those two.

They hate each other.
There's history between them.

What do you mean?
It was before Jack got here.

He was chasing a knife assault.
He didn't wait for back-up.

Him and a young copper cornered
the bloke

and the PC got himself wounded.

Was it bad?

Lost three fingers.

Marsh was on Jack's team.
She accused him

of dereliction of duty,
among other things.

Said he not only ignored procedure,
but put officers' lives at risk.

Internal inquiry cleared him,
but it put the brakes on his career.

So, he ended up here. (LAUGHS)

Did they always work together?

No.

Most buses don't have conductors
these days, do they?

Late night ones do.

It's a way to pick up some extra
hours and I think she wanted to keep

out of the way of the ex-boyfriend
for a while.

Is that this Tony Woods bloke you
mentioned, is it?

Yeah.

Was he ever violent towards her, do
you know?

He had a temper, let rip
occasionally,

though Jessie wouldn't stand for
that.

So she wasn't really bothered by him,
then?

She can stand up for herself.

You have to when you work on a bus
these days, I tell you.

These are her keys. I'll be taking
them, just to let you know.

Of course.
Her car's still in the yard.

George, anything? There's nothing
much in Harrison's locker.

No keys or coat.

Right.

OK.

Er...

What?

We had a spot of bother in the
office yesterday.

Who with? Tony Woods?
No.

Oh. Who?

Well, er...

Well, come on.

I can understand
why the bloke got upset

and might have a grudge against
Mark Harrison.

You will be sharing this information
with me

at some time today, will you?

You're sorting out another car, are
you?

As soon as I can, yeah.
You've reported it to the police?

Yeah, I have.

Get on to the insurance.
I will.

Today. We need two cars.
I could use yours for a few days.

I can drop you off at work
but I need the car for the shopping.

We can shop at the weekend.
I need -

I'll do the bloody car as soon as I
can, all right?

(SIGHS)

Sorry. I'll speak to them.

I was just thinking about getting
home.

It's all right, Mum. You stay with us
for a couple of days.

Everything's fine, I promise.

It looks like we're going to have to
have a word with this Heal bloke.

And the ex-boyfriend.

Yeah.
There's nothing here, Jack.

No. Do you know what I don't
understand?

There's no handbag or purse,

either in her locker, this car or in
the bus.

Unless they tossed it. Make sure
they search the area, will you?

And, in the meantime...

..to Miss Green's.

Whoa!

It's birthday cake!

(TUTS)

Has this place been turned over
or is she naturally untidy?

There's no forced entry.

Blimey, some hefty bills here.

If retail therapy was
on the National Health,

it really would be bankrupt.

I tell you another thing.
There's no photographs here.

No happy holiday snaps, no pictures
of Mum and Dad, or the cat or dog.

No clothes, either.

No?

No sign of any suitcase.
No.

And she didn't take it to work
if she was planning a trip.

MOBILE RINGS

I'll check her bathroom.

Frost.

Oh. Right. Yep, OK.

Right.

No, no, no. You stay there.
Wait for me and George.

All right. Ta-da.

That was Miss Super-Efficient Marsh.

Says she's found something.

Not her conscience,
in case you were wondering.

Jack.
Mm?

Sharps bin in the bathroom.

Ah.

Drugs or medication?

Better check with her GP.
See if she was registered.

Did you find the bathroom,
Mr Charlie?

Oh. Yes. Thanks, Mrs Atkins.

I'll be on my way now.

All right, what have you got?

That was stolen last night from
outside

the King's Head pub on Longridge
Road.

Owner - a Michael Davies.

A couple of kids were seen dumping
it.

Partial description fits the boys on
the bus.

Oh, right. Any evidence?

No, not yet.

OK.

Right, well, I'll tell you what I've
got.

The conductress had a bolshy
boyfriend.

But the driver - Mark Harrison -

now, he used to be a lorry driver.

Five years ago, the lorry
that he was driving

went out of control,
mounted the pavement,

and killed four people.

Three adults and a baby.

And he was allowed behind the wheel
of a bus?

The law said that it had made a
mistake,

and so they said he was innocent.

Do we have the names of the
families?

Yes, we have.

Linda Heal.

She lost her husband,
her daughter and her granddaughter.

And Robert Trusham, his wife was
killed.

Would they know he was out?

No, not necessarily.

They don't bother to tell us, do
they, so why should they tell them?

Anyway, here's a coincidence.

There was a bloke called Heal,

who had a hissy fit in the bus depot
yesterday.

Yeah, we traced him.

Well done, George.

I tell you what, you go to Heal's
place and check that out.

George and I will go down and check
out the Harrison place. All right?

There's nothing in the bedroom,
Jack.

His bed's unmade.

Fridge has a few packets of TV
dinners.

Home from home, then.

Some porn here, look.

Well, single bloke over 21.

No harm in a bit of home
entertainment, is there?

Trouble is, we still don't know
who the target was.

Jessica Green or Harrison.

Or why either of them was taken.

Jealousy, anger, revenge.

An assault gone wrong.

I don't know. Search me.

Your husband went down to the bus
depot yesterday.

That was my fault.
No. Don't be silly, Mum.

When I saw Harrison,
it was just like at the trial.

He didn't bat an eyelid.

It's not right, is it? It's not
right.

Can you tell me where your husband
was last night?

Andy? He was at adult education
classes.

He's studying at Denton Tech.

What time did he get home?
Late, because of the car.

What, it broke down?
No, it was stolen.

I thought you were here because of
the car.

DOOR OPENS
It's me. Anyone home?

I'm proper star...

Bob.

Have the police been round to see
you yet?

No. You?

No. But they will.

What do you think?

I think he should burn in hell.

Thanks for not saying anything.

I want their names.

Those boys ain't at my school.
Yeah, but they're around.

And you know them.

You tell me their names or I go back

in the house and talk to your
mother.

I don't know where they live,
I only know their first names.

Please, don't leave me.

Please! Don't leave me here!

Please!

Please, I need...

Oh, my God! It's Charlie...
whatshisname.

Come on in. Kids! Surprise!
Charlie the Clown's here.

It's Charlie the Chuckling Clown.

Don't look so bloody miserable, then.
I'm paying good money for this.

Kids!

Kids, look who's here.

Come on.

Come on. Come on in.

Hee, hee, hee!
CHEERING

Where's the birthday boy?

Girl.
Oh, girl!

Harrison always maintained
that his steering went

when he hit those people.

So that's why his appeal was
successful.

Well, the technical expert for the
prosecution

was found to have got it wrong

on a similar case.

And the bus company couldn't turn
him down for employment. Exactly.

Not unless they wanted
the Human Rights brigade

snapping at their heels.

I don't know where we are at the
moment,

whether it's a jealous boyfriend or
angry family.

Still wide open.

Forensics?

Oh, yes.

Bad news, I'm afraid.

That damaged pendant that we found
was a medic alert.

The search team have found
Jessica Green's handbag.

It was about a mile
from where she was attacked.

But inside they found her insulin
kit.

Which means that if she doesn't get
two injections a day,

she goes into a coma and dies.

Right.

I'll get the media onto it.

Daily briefings from now on, Jack.

Yes, sir.

(SIGHS)

Ah, Jack. Just the man.

You owe a fiver for the canteen's
monthly lottery fund.

What, already?
Overdue by three weeks.

Oh. Is that all?

Well...

Hang about.

I've lost my wallet.
Oh, come on, Jack.

No, seriously, I have.

I've lost it. Blimey!

No, it's not here. I must have
dropped it somewhere else.

You don't get it out often enough
to drop it, Jack.

Yeah.

Oh, no.

Oh, blimey, I bet it's been nicked.

What?

At the petrol station - that couple
having a row.

It was a set-up.
She bumped into me, didn't she?

I've been robbed.

That was the time you told me to be
careful, was it?

Phone the bank, cancel the cards.

Right.

How many cards you got?
A few.

And my warrant card.

FLUSHES TOILET

Argh!

It's all right, it's all right.

What is going on?
I dunno.

Honest, she just did her nut.

All right, love. There, there.
Let's get you downstairs.

You must have done something.
I didn't do anything.

I've got to go, Trish, please.
I've got to go.

All right, love, all right.
I'll take you.

No, I'll drive. You stay here with
the kids.

No, you're in no fit state.
I'll call you a cab.

What happened, sweetheart? Tell me.
Come on, now.

If I find out you've done anything
to her,

my Barry'll sort you out proper.

Come on.

Argh!

No, no. Let me, please...

Drive!
I'm sorry.

Look, I can explain.

Please.

No, I do not have the numbers
because they have been stolen.

No, I haven't got the statements
either because I'm not at home.

I've just told you.
I haven't got the bloody numbers!

Oh, God!

I've got Christian names for those
boys on the bus.

You haven't got the numbers of my
credit cards on you by any chance?

Why?
Oh, it's all right, never mind.

Andy Heal's son, John,

was at the bus stop with those boys
who threatened the driver.

Harrison was my driver on the bus.

Yeah?

Are you trying to say that you think
Heal's son

may have something to do with the
attack?

No, it's doubtful. His parents never
discussed the case with him.

He was nowhere near the trial
and he was only 11 at the time.

He probably had no idea
what Harrison looked like.

Anyway, he was at a training session
every night at the pool.

Why don't you double-check

he was having a training session at
the pool that night?

In the meantime, I'm going to have a
word with this Trusham bloke,

whose wife was killed with the Heal
family.

Er, guv. Just one more thing.

Andy Heal's car was stolen last
night while he was in class.

Before the bus was nailed?

It was one of the files that
Sergeant Brady

gave me on stolen vehicles.

And you didn't spot it?

I missed it. I made a mistake.

Well, we're all allowed to make one
of those at some time.

Aren't we?

Don't worry, I'll check it.

I can do that.
No.

I want you to sit in
your nice new car

that Sergeant Brady gave you

and I want you to stake out
Tony Woods's place...

..for as long as it takes.

What?

Bugger off.

Go on, or I'll clock you one.

Lads! I'm sorry.

Hey...

TRAIN RATTLES BY

Do you know Bob Trusham?

Only through the trial.

Not socialising or anything?

Well, I see him around.

Doesn't it strike you as odd

that the very same night your car was
stolen,

a crime was committed
against someone who hurt your family?

It was an added aggravation I didn't
need. Have you found it yet? No.

We haven't found Harrison or Jessica
Green, either.

Listen, Inspector, the system let me
and my family down.

Harrison is guilty of murder,
as far as I'm concerned.

We've had enough tragedy. I wouldn't
do anything to make matters worse.

You didn't get back
till gone one o'clock in the morning.

That gave you ample time.
You also have a motive.

You can check and double-check
as much as you like.

I was in class, then I searched for
my car,

then I thumbed a lift home.

I didn't want to phone my wife and
wake her up.

I am sorry to hear about the girl,
though.

All right, thank you.

Missus!

Hang on. I can explain everything.

The police were round my house
looking for you.

They clocked you on the bus
mouthing off to the driver.

Are you playing Judas and grassing
us up?

I'm warning you, aren't I?

I gave them false names.

You owe me, Lewis. You remember that.

Keep your head down.

We subcontract to the gas companies.
It's hard graft.

He's a good worker, Bob Trusham.

Does he ever talk about his wife?

He never got over the accident.

Fills his spare time with volunteer
work.

Oh, yeah? Who's that for?

The kids' clubs. He coaches the
under-16s.

Gives the lads something to do,
keeps them off the street.

I was the luckiest bloke in the
world when she married me.

She straightened me out.

You needed straightening out, did
you?

I did time 12 years ago.

Oh, yeah? For what?

I got mixed up with the wrong crowd.
Petty theft and dud cheques,
mostly.

I'd have remembered.
It wasn't here.

Oh.

When I got out, that's when I met
Maggie.

She breathed new life into me, she
did.

You have strong feelings about
Harrison, though.

I hate him.

Maggie was 26 when he killed her.

And the others -
a young mum and a baby.

The bastard should have rotted in
the nick.

Have you hurt him?

No. I learned my lesson.

I try and stop the kids getting into
the same trouble

I did when I was their age.

Where were you last night?

Football training with the kids'
second team till about 10,

and then the pub for a couple of
hours.

I'm not good on my own.

The pub's got a sports' channel
I watch there.

And then bed, alone.

That's very difficult to prove.

Unless evidence tells us otherwise.

PHONE RINGS

All right. Go on.

And I want you down Denton nick
tonight to make a statement.

Don't make me have to come and find
you.

Frost.

Right. What have we got, George?

Over here.

Police surgeon's on his way.

Who the hell is that?
That's Charlie the Chuckling Clown.

He ain't got much to laugh at now,
has he?

Who would kill a clown?

I don't know. Punch and Judy, maybe.

This isn't a matter for levity,
Jack. No. All right.

They're doing a post-mortem now,
so I'll know a bit more later on.

Press and television are
highlighting

Jessica Green's medical condition.

We can only hope the kidnapper
didn't know she was diabetic

and that this nudges his conscience.

Well, if he did know, that means

he had serious intent
to cause her harm.

Yes.

Jack, erm...

Your wallet was found in the street
and handed in.

Empty. Apart from its warrant card.

Ah.
Thankfully.

Count yourself extremely lucky,
Jack.

Sir.

As for your lost credit cards...

This is Mr Brock from your bank.

Inspector.
Oh. How do you do?

We're keen to work closely with
Denton CID on this case.

All right. What do you have in mind?

The best way to catch the card
thieves

is to have one of your cards active.

What they do is, they phone
a charity, offer a small donation.

If that's accepted,
they know the card is still valid.

That way, we keep tabs on them.
And hopefully apprehend them.

Let's nab 'em before my name's all
over Denton as a big spender.

I'd never live that down.

We've authorised a temporary card
for you.

My people should have already given
you a new PIN.

Ah, yes, they have.

There it is, look. 5199.

That's Lofty Parker.

You know him?
Yeah.

Lofty's an old lag.

Just petty stuff.

In and out of the nick all his life.

What was the cause of death?

Fractured skull.

He may have fallen or he may have
been hit.

It's a bit difficult to tell at the
moment.

But a blunt force trauma like this

could be the result of being in a
fight.

There's bruising to his face.

No.

No, Lofty was harmless.

He wouldn't be involved in violence.
No, someone's cracked him one.

There was evidence of an old head
injury from a few years back.

That wouldn't have helped.

I'll let you know when I finish my
tests. Yeah, all right.

What did he have on him
when they brought him in?

Mobile phone, house keys, a ring
and suitcase full of clown's tricks.

Let's hope he raised a smile for
someone before this happened.

Mr Woods.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Are you having a relationship
with Jessica Green?

Yes.
When did you last see her?

About three days ago. I'm a rep.
I was away.

I had no idea this had happened.
I didn't.

I was going to take her out.
We always go out when I get back.

We were going out regular.
We were going to get married.

Put the case back on the bed, please.

Put the case back on the bed.

Well, Mr Woods.

Either you took these from Jessica
Green's flat,

or you're a cross dresser
trying to fit into a size 10.

Hey!

Hey!

The bus was cleaned
before the last run of the night

but we found a sliver of rubber on
the floor.

We think it might be from
one of the attackers' shoes.

Trainers, most likely.

We found it very near to some stress
marks on the floor,

which indicate torsion on the
rubber.

You mean as if in a struggle?

That is a possibility.

Now, these blood splatters
are definitely Harrison's.

We know that from his medical
and prison records

and...

..it's the same blood we found in
this car.

Are you trying to tell me that this
car was used in the kidnap?

I don't know, but the lab confirms
that the fibres

we found in it have Harrison's blood
on them.

Time is running out for this girl,

so I'm splitting up the team.

DC Harris and his lot will be doing
the legwork on Lofty Parker's death.

DC Simpson here and her team will be

double-checking everything on
Jessica Green

and Harrison and those kids. Right?

George.

There's now a definite connection
between this car,

stolen by kids, and Mark Harrison,

but there's no other forensic
evidence.

They could have used plastic sheeting
or even those black bin liners.

Right, so what else have we got?

Sex.
How much?

What time are you free?
LAUGHTER

Jessica Green was sleeping
with Mark Harrison.

These photos were found at Tony
Woods' flat,

along with her clothes
and various other bits and pieces.

Tony says he bought Jessica a
digital camera,

but there's no sign of it.

It's not at Jessica's or Mark
Harrison's flat.

Was Woods er...part of a threesome?

Not as far as we know.

Well, she seems to be bed hopping
casually enough.

If she was sleeping around,
there could be

others who might want to hurt her.

These girls don't help themselves,
do they?

Marsh is right.
If Jessica Green is promiscuous,

this could throw the investigation
wide open.

No, it doesn't.
This girl is a victim.

She's ill, she needs medical
treatment and we're all she's got.

My main concern is finding out
who might be the prime suspect

and it's Woods.

Woods had the key to her flat.

He took all the clothes he'd bought
her.

He's jealous and he has a temper.

Is there any way you can place him
in that stolen car?

No, sir,
but he did have plenty of time

to get back from his trip and do it.

And there's no forensic evidence,

other than Harrison's blood on those
fibres?

No. The photos are all I've got.

But it does give him a motive.

Now, look, I can't get a solicitor
down here for another few hours,

so I need your permission to
interview him now.

On what grounds?

What gr...

Well, it's a matter of urgency

to avoid any further risk to the
victims, especially Jessica Green.

I agree.

If he is involved,
you believe he had an accomplice?

He must have done.

He couldn't have got both of them off
the bus on his own.

Right.

Right, thank you.

Take the photos.
Jack, erm...that interview.

Don't overstep the mark.

Canteen gossip at the bus depot
says you hassled her a lot.

And that she dumped you a few weeks
ago.

Not true.

Must have really hurt
when she started seeing Harrison.

That was ages ago,
that was all over and done with.

That was before me and her got
together.

How would you know that?

Were you following her?

Maybe you've got a violent temper
and she was scared of you.

Who took these pictures, Tony?
Was that you?

Me?
Mm. Yeah. You.

Do you like getting involved in the
threesome, little bit of hanky-panky?

No.

You got the pictures.
I wouldn't.

That's not my thing.

Oh.

Maybe it was hers.

Maybe it was her suggestion
and that's why you hurt her.

No, that's all wrong. You're...

You shut up.

Someone took these pictures.

You bought her the camera. Where is
it?

Are there pictures of you two
together?

Is that what the problem is?

I'm not into that kind of stuff.

You knew she was sleeping with
someone else.

Oh, come on, Tony.

Admit it.

Hm?

You saw the photographs
and you threw a wobbly.

You got someone to help you
and you took her somewhere.

Hm? That's what you did.

I didn't hurt her. I wouldn't.

I love her.

Where did you take her, hm?

And there was someone else involved,
wasn't there? Hm?

Where is she?
I don't know! Honest.

I didn't do anything.

I never knew she took pictures with
other blokes.

I loved her.

I only found that stuff when I went
to her flat.

Where's the camera?
I don't know!

If we find the camera,
there may be a picture in it

of the bloke who's got her!

I don't know.

Honest.

Look, you've got to find her.
Please.

Find her. For me.

No, it's not him, not in a month of
Sundays.

You can't be sure that wasn't an
act.

You bang him up for a couple more
hours and do all the paperwork.

We're missing something, George.

What about Woods?
Hm?

Woods? He's all mouth and no
trousers.

Wimp of the first order.

Marsh is down there now sucking her
thumb,

trying to work out whether it was all
an act.

I tell you what, have you got Jessica
Green's work timetables there?

There you go.

Right. Look at this.

See - overtime, overtime, extra
shifts.

More overtime.
She'd need the overtime

to pay for those shopping bills.

I'm surprised she could find enough
time to spend the money.

Yeah.

Look, look, look. They're ad hoc
extra shifts.

As and when she could get them.

Nothing regular, see? No set dates.

Here, here.

Days off, weekends.

And three late-night runs.

Each night, different driver.

She may have been bonking
Mark Harrison

when she had the time and the energy,

but only her supervisor would have
known

exactly what bus she was on that
night.

And?
Oh, I let him walk.

So, Harrison must have been the
target all along.

Yes.

Yeah, this was planned -
the route, the time and the place.

Talk about being unlucky in love.

She was on the wrong bus with the
wrong bloke at the wrong time.

You know, I accepted this transfer
because,

after this case, I'm getting out
while I still have a life.

Better pay, better hours
and no more drowning in paperwork.

Oh, yeah? Good for you.

And before I become one of those
coppers who can't sleep

because somewhere along the line
I might have missed something.

Like me, you mean?
Exactly like you.

Coppers lose sleep because they care.

You can't win them all.
Not every case.

I can try.

Yeah.

Why don't we ever talk about Auntie
Joan and the baby, or Granddad?

I don't know, son. You just don't.

If you go on about it, it just hurts
more and more.

Best just to deal with it and put it
behind you.

But if you don't talk about it -
Just drop it, there's a good lad.

So if something's difficult we don't
say anything?

Why don't anyone do anything
about bastards like Harrison?

Because it doesn't get us anywhere.

But it helps. It has to.

What's wrong with him? John, don't
speak to your father like that.

This family's dysfunctional.
You know that?

You should have done something.

What did you say to him?
Nothing.

You must have said something.
I didn't say a word!

What's going on?
Not now, Mum.

What's all the shouting -
Mum, not now, please.

Stop it, the two of you.
Here of all places.

I just hope no-one in this family's

been stupid enough to do anything
about Harrison.

We are not those sort of people.

This is not what this family is
about.

Jack? Statement.

A Mrs Helen Campbell.

She thinks she killed Lofty Parker.

Oooh, well, there's a result.

Parker's last two gigs -

a Mrs Joan Atkins
and a Mrs Trish Monroe.

Monroe?
Mm-hm.

Barry Monroe's wife.

The car salesman?

There's a wheeler and dealer
if ever I've heard of one.

So you were at Mrs Monroe's
children's party?

Yes.

That's where I saw...
Mr Parker, is it?

Mm-hm.

Did he attack you?

No, he frightened me.

He tried to grab me.

I think.

I struggled.

I don't remember very much.

And then I went into town and...

For some reason he was there again.

And I don't understand why.

I panicked.

We found traces of Parker's make-up
on your clothing.

I think I hit him at the house.

Did you confront him in the alley?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

Inspector, Mrs Campbell came here
voluntarily.

I've spoken to her family GP.

She suffers from a rare condition
called coulrophobia.

You what?
It's the fear of clowns.

I beg your pardon.
Coulrophobia.

It invokes panic attacks.

Temporary amnesia, sweating, nausea,

even terror in some cases.

Mrs Campbell's condition is well
documented.

Not round here it isn't.

Maybe my Mullett phobia is a medical
condition.

If she did clobber Lofty in that
alleyway,

she's still responsible for his
death, Jack.

Yeah, I know, but I think she's just
a scared housewife, George.

Let her sort herself out

and then we'll talk to her again if
needs be.

Meanwhile, give her a caution
and send her off home.

I don't think she's going to do a
runner.

We found a list at Lofty's flat

of all the kids' parties he'd done
recently.

Right.

And this is all his swag, is it?

Mm-hm.

Most of the women who hired Parker

only realised their pieces were
missing

days, even weeks, later.

They thought they'd simply lost
their jewellery.

This one ring was found in his
pocket.

Mm-hm.

And does this bring us any closer
to finding who rolled him?

The kids' party before Mrs Monroe's
was Mrs Atkins'.

When we interviewed her,

she realised she was missing two
rings.

She inherited them from her mother.

Luckily, she had them photographed
for insurance purposes.

Mm-hm.

What about this other woman -
Mrs Monroe?

She said she isn't missing anything.

Not missing anything?

That's odd.

Why would Parker
change his mode of operation?

I don't know.

Unless Mrs Campbell interrupted him.

Parker was upstairs, Jack,
there's no question about that.

What would happen if...

..Mrs Monroe found out that Parker

had lifted some of her stuff...

and she told her husband

and he went after the thief?

What about that?

I told you, nothing was stolen.

We want you to be doubly sure,
Mrs Monroe.

Then if anybody tries to flog
anything on the street,

we can eliminate any possible theft
from you.

Do you think Mrs Campbell
was involved in Mr Parker's death?

The clown? Is that his name?

Yes. Even a clown has a mother and
father.

She was hyped up over something.

Yeah. Maybe.

But it was probably an accident.

What was?
His death.

Who told you how he died?

This is a very nice picture.

Very nice ring you're wearing in it.

In fact, it's very similar to this
one.

May I?

Look at that. Isn't it nice?

We found that ring on the dead man.

Jack.
Mm?

Mrs Atkins' ring.

Mrs Monroe, would you mind telling me

how another woman's piece of stolen
jewellery

ended up in your jewellery box?

Of course, she phoned her husband,

once she knew that Parker had
cherry-picked her jewellery.

He went after him, found him,

gave him a push, and he fell,

and, well, Bob's your uncle.

Any CCTV?

No, it was too far down the alley.

And then he took the jewellery back
to his wife,

not realising that Parker had stolen
it from someone else earlier.

Yeah. Exactly.

Of course, she didn't realise that...

amongst it all was Mrs Atkins' ring.

A deliberate killing, do you think?

Oh, no, no, no.

He couldn't have known
that Lofty Parker

had an old head injury, could he?

By law, he's still responsible for
the death.

Yes, I know.

Jack? Excuse me, sir.

They've found the girl.
Oh, right.

MONITOR BEEPS

She's in a hypoglycaemic coma.

Is she going to pull through?

I'd give her less than a 50-50
chance.

Is there any sign of violence?

There's some bruising,
restraint marks

on her wrists and cuts to her feet.

Two fingernails were torn on her
right hand,

as if she'd been scratching
something.

Is there any sign of sexual assault?

No.

Well, that's one small mercy anyway.

Have you got the clothes that she was
wearing?

Did she escape or was she released?

Well, only she can answer that.

Maybe she was the primary target
after all.

And Harrison was just trying to
protect her.

Making up for past sins, do you mean?

Being responsible for causing injury
stays with some people.

Does it really?
Mm.

Got a key here.

Too small for a front door key.

Yeah.

I don't know what that is. Bag it up
anyway.

We're not going to get any forensics
off her,

not now the hospital
has cleaned her up. No.

We'll have to see if we can get
something off these.

Man's jacket.

No need to guess who this belonged
to.

It's pretty scuffed.

Bit of dried blood there.

It's got some grease and oil on it.

I tell you what, we'd better not make
a pig's ear of this,

so better send it straight down to
the lab.

Wait a minute.

What's this? Oh.

What does that say?

It looks like a manufacturer's name
tag.

San...

Santola.

Jacket must have been made in South
America.

Not according to this label.
It says, "Made in China."

There's a surprise.

Anyway, it's something to go on.

Let me have another look at that
little key we had a minute ago.

PHONE RINGS

(Sorry.)

Frost.

Yes?

Right.

Right, OK, thank you.

Forensic.

Get back down the nick,
get hold of those photos.

I'll meet you there.

Inspector, that broken glass and
bulb filament - it's industrial.

We found fragments of three halogen
bulbs.

It's a floodlight.

A floodlight?

Like that one, you mean?

Yes, exactly.

Garages, building sites, road
maintenance -

they'd all use them in one form or
another.

But you'd need mains power for one of
these, wouldn't you?

Not if you have a power pack you
don't.

There's something bugging me
about those photos. Where are they?

There. What?

I'll show you in a minute.

If I'm right...

Yes. Yes.

This bloke's trying to hide his face.
That is not Harrison.

How can you be sure?
Look.

He's got a wedding ring on and he
hasn't.

If it's not Harrison,
it's not Tony Woods...

..then who is it?

This is the padlock from her locker,
right?

Yeah.
This is her key.

I bet you they don't fit.

No. I thought not.

Someone needed to break into her
locker and search it before we did.

Him.
Him.

We had an affair.

It was just a bit of fun.

I broke into her locker,
changed the lock.

I needed to see if there were any
more photos.

And were there?

I found her camera.
Yeah, there were other pictures.

He's deleted them.

Poor Jess. I had no idea
she was a diabetic.

Yeah, well, the secrets we keep. Eh?

My wife...

I told her I was working late.

I had nothing to do with what
happened to Jess. Nothing, I swear.

Whether you did or you didn't,
I won't be able to save your job.

Whether you can save your marriage,
that's up to you.

Go on.

Marsh, get a couple of bodies
to go down to Andy Heal's workplace.

See if any of his workshop
floodlights are broken or missing.

Already done. Gas company too.

None of their crews reported
any of theirs missing or broken.

Patrol car's spotted half a dozen
hooded kids

heading for the Midvale shopping
centre.

Descriptions match your boys on the
bus.

They're probably blitzing the place.

All right. Tell uniform to hold off
till we get there.

I've got two of them here.

They're rummaging about in a sports
bag.

I've got two white males.

Good. Carry on.

One of them's a boy from the bus.

All exits are covered.

They might have hammers or knives in
the bags.

Right. We don't want anybody getting
hurt.

Come on. Let's go and nab 'em.

Guv, wait for back-up.

MUSIC STARTS UP

# I saw the little kids
# I ain't telling no fibs

# It's a sorry sight
# To see their plight

# The parents are crying
# The children are dying

# So make their lives better
# Make this a red letter

# Day
# Hey, don't go away

# Make it real
# That's not a big deal

# A few coins in the fountain
# That's not a big mountain

# Show you got some heart
# And make sure you part

# With a cash donation
# We're a caring nation

All right. OK. There you go, then.

A tenner? Cheers, mate.

That's all right.
You're welcome, son.

And by the way...you're nicked.

All right, come on. Come and get
these two.

Go on. Take 'em away, will you?

Ah, Jack, how is everything?

Well, I'll let you know in a moment,
sir.

George, when you're ready.

The lads are being a bit
tight-lipped,

but Lewis there admits to threatening

Mark Harrison on the bus that
morning.

And it's fibres from his jacket,
the one with Harrison's blood on it,

that were found in the stolen car?
Yeah.

Then they are involved.
Ah. Well, no, not quite.

They admit to stealing a car from a
pub car park,

taking it on a "joyride", then
trashing the car.

So, I can't see how it can be them.

Well, what about the blood?

Well, there was a scuffle on the bus
that morning

and some of Harrison's blood
ended up on Lewis's jacket.

So, we're no closer to finding
Harrison.

If I get the same story from the
other lad, no.

Other than car theft, can we charge
them

with obtaining money by false
pretences?

No, this is genuine. They were
collecting money

for the children's hospice.

Which, incidentally...

A contribution would be helpful, sir.

Oh, yes.

Oh, even I managed 20, sir.

Thank you.

Keep me informed, Jack.
Yes, sir.

Ah, Trigg, just the man.

Make sure this gets back to the
school, will you?

Do a whip-round the station first.

No coins, only notes.

I'm busy. Make yourself unbusy for
10 minutes.

Nothing like doing a bit of good
for those in need.

Heavenly rewards and all that.

I'll probably have to borrow a
tenner to get in the place at all.

That's all right.
As long as you don't borrow off me.

Chance'd be a fine thing.
That's true.

Hey, don't forget Mr Mullett.

And no matter what he says,
he has not made a donation.

He's suffering from false memory
syndrome.

Sad case. Go on. Off you go.

All right.

Right, George.

Well, it's the same story.

Except for one thing.

What? They gave John Heal
a lift that night.

John Heal lied about those boys'
names.

Yeah. He also said that he was at
swimming practice that night.

Maybe he wasn't.
No, I double-checked. He was there.

From 7:30 till just after 11.

He can't have got from the pool

to the site of the bus attack by
11:24.

And he can't be in two places at
once.

Either he was at swim practice,
seen by witnesses, or he wasn't.

If those boys said they dropped Heal
about half a mile

from his dad's night college at about
seven.

Supposing he had a spare set of car
keys.

That would mean that his dad's car
theft...isn't.

And he would have had help.

Father and son taking the law
into their own hands.

Yes.

Harrison was the target.

And he would have needed somewhere
familiar

to hide both Harrison
and Jessica Green.

Forensic said the clothes
had been kept somewhere damp

and had grease on them.

Pump house at a swimming pool.

George, anything?

Not that we can see, no.

No-one can get down here without a
pass key, let alone hide anyone.

It's only me and the engineer
that have got a key.

Engineer? Wouldn't be a gas engineer,
by any chance, would it?

No, the filtration system.
Oh, right.

And you're certain that John Heal
was training here last Tuesday night.

Your lady sergeant asked me twice,
right. Yes.

Every night, absolutely.
I'd swear to it.

All right, all right.

Well, George.

Hang on.
Hm?

It did break down last Tuesday
night.

You what?

Yeah, for an hour.

We cleared the pool at nine o'clock.

For an hour.

Up!

I was here. I told you.

Yeah, you got a lift in.

You arrived early and you left early.

You hung about long enough to get
noticed and then you scarpered.

One thing you didn't notice
was they closed the pool that night.

And there's another thing you didn't
notice.

See that little bit out of that shoe
there?

I've got that little bit.

And that proves that you were on that
bus that night.

Come on. Talk to me, son.

I want to talk to my dad.

Oh. So it was you and your dad
who attacked Harrison, was it?

You've got to be joking. Dad?
No, I didn't think it was.

Jack?
Yeah.

We've just had a call.

Marsh got uniform to check out the
football club.

They use half a dozen
battery-powered lamps for their
juniors

and one of them is broken.

Thank you, Sergeant.

So, it was you and Trusham, was it?

We didn't know about the girl.

She wasn't supposed to be on the
bus.

It was Harrison.
Just wanted to teach him a lesson.

Well, a lot of lessons have been
learnt here today, haven't they?

Show me where you took them.

She was in there
and Harrison over there.

What is this place?

It's a disused junction station,
part of an old storage facility.

We've been rerouting the gas mains
across Denton for two years now.

Well? Evidence that somebody's been
in there.

Empty water bottle but nothing else.

Trusham must have stripped him.
He's not here.

Where the bloody hell is he?

I dunno, honest. This is where we
brought them, right here.

Bob said he was going to let the
girl go. He promised.

Even before we learnt she was sick.

He promised we'd get some insulin
for her.

Go on. Take him away.

He must have thought the boy wouldn't
hold out and he's moved them.

Oh, my God, no. No.

Help me.

Please, no. Sweet Jesus.

Don't kill me. Don't kill me!

You have to pay for what you did.

No, please. No!

I didn't mean to hurt those people.

I didn't mean to. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Do you remember that metal name tag
that we found on Jessica Green?

Santola?

I did some research and I found there
were two companies with that name.

One was an earth-moving company.

The other one was a lift blanket
supplier

that went out of business two years
ago.

What is a lift blanket?

Things they hook up to protect the
inside of lifts.

Right.

Bear that in mind. Meanwhile...

Erm... Let's just get back to this.

What's that there?

That's the old Denton Equity
Insurance building.

It's in the middle of a brownfield
site.

We shut down a gas main there
a few months ago.

The whole site's due for
redevelopment.

Let's have a look at that.

How did you kill them? Tell me.

The steering failed. I swear.

Argh!

OK, OK!

I tried to use my mobile.

I couldn't get a signal. It cut off.

You took your eyes off the road?!

(SOBS) Yes.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, I didn't see them.
I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry. (SOBS)

That's not enough.

Argh!

SIRENS

Round the back!

I'm surprised you found this place.

I was helped by a dying girl.

Have you killed him?

I've got his confession on tape.

It's called justice, Mr Frost.

It's called murder if you've killed
him.

Right, George, take him away.

No sign of Harrison down there.

No, nor here.

All right.

FAINT GRUNTING
Ssh, ssh.

George, hold it a minute.

GROANING

He's up there. He's up there!

Thank God he's still alive.

It's too far down.

I tell you what. If I can get on
that one, I can get to him.

It's OK. Police. Don't move.

Right.

Oh.

All right.

Jack?

I don't think this is a good idea.

Mark? It's all right, Mark.

Now, listen to me. Can you move?

I can't, I can't.

It's my leg.

All right. Take it easy.
I'm going to come down to you.

All right? I won't be a minute.

God. Bloody hell.

How far down is it?
10 floors.

It's a long way down.

Want to get the lift?

Ah! Don't use the lift!

(LAUGHS)

It's all right, Mark.

We'll have you out of here.

That one doesn't work.

You'll be all right now.

Thank you.

(CHUCKLES)

No.

George, no!

Argh!

He'll go to prison, won't he?

Well, I've recommended bail
but the rest is not up to me.

If I hadn't said anything,
none of this would have happened.

No, no. You can't blame yourself.

Trusham's been planning this for
weeks.

He just manipulated John to help him.

Mum.

There ought to be a system in place
where victims' families are told

when people like Harrison are
released.

At least the girl survived.

That's some sort of justice,
I suppose.

Jack, your bank, they've caught up
with the credit card thieves.

£7,500-worth.

Oh, well. Small change after what
we've been through.

Yes.

By the way, how did they get
your PIN number?

Ah. Well, you see,

I've got so many of the damn things
that I...

You wrote them down
and kept them in your wallet.

That's what I like to see.
Order out of chaos.

You should never have gone into that
lift shaft.

You get results, Jack,
but nothing's worth dying for.

It's what we do.

Anyway, I had good back-up.

Thank you.

Yeah, well.

I'm sorry about Harrison.

Oh, well.

We did our best.

As you say, you can't win 'em all.

Anyway, I would just like to wish you
luck in your new job.

Annie.

You still bend the rules, Jack.

And one of these days...

..it will be your undoing.

Yes?

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