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(CAR DOORS SLAM)

(DOG BARKS)

JACK: It's Berland.

Right on time.

That's his van.
(BARKING)

With the star attraction,
by the sounds of it.

How long shall we give 'em?

Let them start.

10 minutes.
Right.

Right, George, give 'em 10.

(DOGS BARK EXCITEDLY)

OK, George. Get ready.

Wait for my signal, all right?

Yeah, well, he's won four fights.
One more, he's a grand champion.

Neil!
Coming!

How much are you betting on him, Dad?
I dunno.

Sorry. If I miss getting a bet on
cos Neil's made us late,

you'll be paying me back
after you've paid that student loan.

Let's go!

(ENGINE FALTERS)

You couldn't give us a push,
could you, lads?

All right, never mind,
I'll just call the AA.

It's your lucky day, mate.
Oh, right, cheers.

(CHANTING AND SINGING)

Come on, shift yourselves, you...!

(BEEPS HORN)

Put it in gear.

What are you doing up there?
Now, you idiot!

Come here!
Oof!

Argh!

Stay down.
Appreciated. OK, George, let's go.

(DOGS SNARL AND BARK)

(SHOUTING AND CHEERING)

(TYRES SCREECH)

With me, Steve!

Go, go, quickly! Now!

OK, come on.

OFFICER: Out you go!
MAN: I didn't do nothing!

All right, all right! George.
Yeah?

Where's Berland?
I don't know. He's not here.

Here you go, Neil.
Oh, there's no need, Mr Berland.

No, no, you're all right. It's the
sport that counts, but you know,

it's nice to spice it up a bit.

Thanks.

(LAUGHS)

(DOGS BARK)
Berland couldn't have got out.

This was the van he was in earlier
this morning. It had to be him.

Guv!
What?

Well, boys, they say it's better to
be born lucky than to be born rich.

What are we gonna do?

Well, I don't know about you
but I'm going home for a pint.

We can always take him in, Jack.

Bring him in tomorrow.

(SQUEALING TYRES)

Cheers, boys.
Cheers.

You brought us luck, Neil.
If it wasn't for you being late...

Yeah, good on you, mate.
Mmm.

I've lost my grand champion, though.

Well, can't you get him back?

Do you ever think
my son's a bit of an idiot?

'Officer, I know nothing about dog
fighting. Why are dogs in the van?'

'Oh, I seem to be here
with a collar and lead.'

What about the police, though?

Well, Inspector Frost
will probably make a visit.

But he knows nobody's gonna finger
me.

Don't worry about your mum and dad,
Neil.

Nobody knows where you were.
So, what about a pizza, right?

I've got to go.
All right.

I'll give you a call tomorrow.
Yeah.

'Night, Neil.

'Night.
(CLEARS THROAT) 'Nighty-night.

(DOOR SHUTS)
So, who knew?

What?

The place was clean. Who knew?

Dad, Brian knows better than that.
Yeah, well, I hope so.

Funny that's the first name
comes into your head, too.

I think we'll have to have a word
with him.

Well, I don't even talk to him now.
Hmm.

There's a lot of people who trust me
banged up in Denton nick right now.

I've lost face.
If it's about some snotty-nosed kid,

we'll have to teach him a lesson,
right?

Yeah, OK.

It's not Sean's fault.

Don't interfere, Sally.

It's none of your business.

(BRAKES SCREECH)

(DISTANT TALKING)

(MUTED CONVERSATION)

She's all right now.

Quieten down! Come on!

Another one!
Thanks, Jack!

Get out!

Jack, £5,670.56.

709 euros.

Oh, very cosmopolitan.

Perhaps he ought to have a national
team, eh? Fun for all the family.

All right, lock the money up.
It's gonna be a long night...for you.

All right, out the way. Chop, chop.
Let the dog see the rabbit.

(BRAKES SCREECH)

(DOGS BARKING AND YELPING)

There's a good girl.

Good morning.

So, what's the score, Jack?

Well, I got 23 prosecutions, maybe.

Every one of the punters, you know,
stumbled on the fight by chance.

Nobody's ever been to a dog fight
before.

Nobody organised it,
nobody refereed it,

and certainly
nobody owns any of the dogs.

Well, my score's a kennel full of
healthy dogs that know one thing

fighting and killing.

They can never be trusted
with people.

Brian, you'd better go.

I don't want the blame
if you're late for school.

See you later, Mrs Moorhead.

All that work
and they walk away with £100 fines.

Well, some of them have got form,
so I hope we can do better than that.

But we missed Berland.

I was hoping for a custodial sentence
by now, but...

..that's gone.

I'm sorry.
Me too.

Or maybe I shouldn't be.

I have to wait a long time for those
resources from the police, Jack.

If you hadn't wanted Berland
for other reasons...

Well, I can't get him for money
laundering, I can't get him for...

(LOWERS HIS VOICE)
..for drugs.

He keeps his nose clean in Denton.

He's like a disease. He's infectious.

Well, if you can't find
any other way to get him,

Berland will organise more fights.

People like him really believe
animals tearing each other to pieces

is like going to a Premiership
match, only better.

So...

..our interests coincide.

Graham, Helen,
we'd better put these dogs down now.

Yeah, I'll be with you.

You don't think the police
will want to talk to us?

Neil, my dad can handle the police.

Mum and Dad would go berserk.
So what?

There he is.

It had to be him.

What do you mean?

He came to a dog fight with us
two months ago.

Same place. He walked out.

Now he volunteers at the RSPCA. There
was an RSPCA woman there yesterday.

Come on. Brian's a pillock, but
he's not gonna risk saying anything.

Look, my dad said someone did.

Who else? P-shoo!

Do you own this transit van, LX54NFD?

Ownership's not disputed.

Well, it was used to transport dogs
to a dog fight yesterday afternoon.

You know perfectly well my client
owns a van and car hire business.

Well, I would like all the paperwork
regarding the hire of this van

that you were seen driving
yesterday morning, Mr Berland.

And you've been found guilty
on two previous occasions

of crimes regarding dog fighting.

And this van was used
to transport dogs to a dog fight

that you claim
you knew nothing about.

And yet you arrived on the location

just after the first fight
had started.

Why were you there, then, Mr Berland?

My client was trying to circumvent
the football traffic,

a short cut,
on his way to buy some pizzas.

There must have been a glitch
in the sat nav, right?

Quattro stagioni's my favourite.

What's yours?

What's all this, then, George?

Morning, Jack. A mugging
down in the underpass last night.

Oh.
Very nasty.

The woman's gonna be all right,
but she's in hospital.

Right.
He could have killed her.

We got some tyre tracks.
A mountain bike of some sort.

If the bike's local,
we might get a break here.

We also found the woman's bag
just dumped outside there.

Right.
It's with forensic now.

Very good.
But after all that,

the cash was still there.

Go on!

Nobody local with this sort of form,
is there?

Nothing as violent as that, Jack,
no.

I don't know why
people still use places like this.

I mean, they're not safe, are they?

I've been here before.

Yeah, too many times.

No, no, I don't mean like that.
I mean...

I mean, exactly this place.

It was a long time ago.

A woman got mugged,

and she was badly hurt.

Yeah.

Yeah!

(APPLAUSE)

Mate, he's not gonna admit it.
Yeah, so what? He needs a smacking.

How's it going, Brian?
What's your problem, Sean?

You, er, broken up any dog fights
lately?

Yeah!
(CROWD GROANS)

(SNARLING)

So, when you get fed up
with football,

you get a few mates around,
a crate of beer,

and you watch a dog fight.

There'll be another day.

I don't like Berland
living on our patch either.

We know he's heavily involved
in drugs.

But there's no evidence
he's up to anything in Denton...

..or the county.

There's a limit to how much time
we can devote to him.

Well, he's trouble.

Sooner or later,
he's gonna be our trouble.

The Met have got him down
for three murders.

He may not have pulled the trigger,
but he signed the cheques.

He has an irritating
and clever solicitor.

Mr Salmond has submitted
a file of harassment complaints.

More won't help.

Hi, mate. What have you been doing?
Homework.

You're weird, mate.

Anybody would think you liked it.
I do. That's how weird I am.

All right, boys?

All right, Dad. See ya.
Bye, darling. See you later.

So I followed Brian after school.

Now who's weird?

He's at the RSPCA.

So?

I thought we'd go and see him.

Are you still here?

I'm off in a minute.

I won't be that long.
I can give you a lift home.

It's OK, Mrs Moorhead.
I'm heading to the library.

Oh.
(LAUGHS)

You know, most vets would struggle
with this after years at college.

I'd be struggling now.

It's good to know a bit
about what the vets are doing.

Mmm.

Well, I've got a few muggings
or attempted muggings

in that area
over the last two years.

Nothing violent in the underpass.
Nothing using a bicycle.

No, it was a lot longer
than two years.

Anyway, I'm not trying
to find a connection.

It's just nagging me, you know.

It's the same crime
in the same place, and a bike.

The handbag we found
with money still in it.

Hmm. When you say a long time...?

Yeah, it must be, I don't know,
20 years or more.

That's a long time between muggings.

I know. It's just annoying me that
my brain isn't working as it used to.

Whereas yours is still
like a well-oiled machine.

But if you can't remember, well...

What? I...
You know,

CAN'T is not a word
in Mr Trigg's vocabulary, Inspector.

No, but the thing is, Jennifer,

if you want to get the best service
out of him, you have to wind him up.

You'd get an even better one

if you gave me more information
than muggings and 20 years.

Well, now we've got Jenny here,

she is going to download the entire
contents of your brain cell

onto a floppy disk.

Then we can access anything
at any time at all.

Computerisation is just a tool,
Jack, that's all.

It only works if the right person's
using it.

That means not me?
No, I didn't say that.

Did I say that?

All right. Let's see who comes up
with it first.

It's not a game.
I'm up to 1992.

You've got enough to do, Jenny.

If Inspector Frost wants information
because he can't remember himself,

I will endeavour to find it for him.

All right, come on, off you go.
Chop, chop.

How's the RSPCA cow, Brian?

Hmm? Have you had a good old chat
with her?

You're nuts.

My dad's not pleased.

Good. That's made my day.
(LAUGHS)

No shit?

You shouldn't have done it.
I haven't got the guts.

But whoever did, I'd shake his hand.

Get off!

I didn't do anything!
Hit him, Neil.

Hit him!

No, get off! Get off me!

(DISTANT SHOUTING)

Get off! Ahh!

Get off!

Leave him!

Come on, Brian, just say it!

Come on, just admit it! Come on!
I haven't done anything!

I haven't done anything! Please!

(KNIFE THUDS)

Hey!

Leave him! Leave him alone!

Brian, are you all right? Brian...

Oh, my God. Oh!

(SIGHS)

I knew he wouldn't make it.

If I'd been quicker... I thought
I was stopping a fight, that's all.

(SOBS)

(WOMAN CRIES)

I've got two children,
not much younger than Brian.

Same school.

I offered him a lift.
Why didn't he take it?

He just wanted to go to the library,
that's all.

Did you know either of the boys
who attacked him?

No. I don't think so.

Would you recognise them?

Yes.
Mm.

When did it happen?
A couple of hours ago.

It's hard to get the story out of
him. He was upstairs when I got in.

Was he in a fight?

It's not about a fight.
Listen to me, Gerry!

It's on the radio.
A boy was stabbed and he's dead.

I wanted to teach him a lesson.

If he'd just taken it...
I know. It got out of hand.

That's what happens when you have
a knife. What were you thinking?

But he pissed on us, Dad! Didn't he?

I won't let you go down
for this, son, all right?

No. No, we've got
to deal with this properly.

Oh, my God,
the police are gonna come.

Yes, well, maybe they will
and maybe they won't.

But if they do, you weren't there,
Sean, right?

He can't say that!
(Shut up, Sally.)

He didn't mean to do it.

We've got to tell the truth.

I think we should call the police.

Look, Sally, some little shit
is dead and he shouldn't be, right?

What matters is that our son walks
away without ruining his life.

He wasn't there. That's what he
says, that's what Neil says.

It's a mistake.

A mistake for Sean.

It's what friends are for, son,
yeah?

You'll find there's no shortage of
people to swear you were elsewhere.

George, what have you got?

Ah.

Kitchen knife.

You can get one of these
pretty well anywhere.

Any fingerprints?

Well, the first glance from
forensics says it's clean.

But they hope to do better
down the lab, prints or DNA.

Any more witnesses?

Yes, sighting of two youths
running across the bypass.

But that was about 10 minutes
after Mrs Moorhead got here.

It's all very vague, Jack.

What about the camera
outside the RSPCA building?

Ah. Pointing the wrong way.
Right.

But why? Why? Who were they?

It could have been a random attack.

Or they could have been
waiting for him.

Well, Christine says
that she would recognise them.

Also, they were familiar to her.

Now, if that's the case,

it means that Brian Shanklin
probably knew his attackers.

I didn't know Sean had a knife.

Have you said anything
to your mum and dad yet, Neil?

No, they're not back.
OK, here's what you do.

Go upstairs, get out of the clothes,
give them to me, get in the bath.

You wash yourself to within an inch
of your life, you understand?

You and Sean were at my garage,
cleaning cars.

That's the story, and I've
got witnesses to corroborate it.

Why did he have to take a knife?
I don't know, Neil.

Don't know.

But neither you nor Sean
are going down for this.

Clothes, bath.

Neil.

Get on with it.

What about the woman?

What woman?

The RSPCA inspector.

She saw us.

I've just been to see
Brian Shanklin's parents.

Oh, yeah? Seems like a boy
who was never in any trouble.

There's no hint of gangs
or drugs or violence.

Yeah, well, parents
don't know everything, sir.

I reckon
those boys were waiting for him.

It frightens me, Jack.
I won't pretend it doesn't.

Sometimes you're fortunate not
to have children or grandchildren.

Well, there's always an upside
to every downside, so they say.

Yes, well, carry on.

We've got it!
Well, don't give it to me.

No... No, the underpass.

Yeah, you see it was 1989.
Just a minute, just a minute.

First things first.
Who got there first, Jenny or Trigg?

I was working on that year a couple
of weeks ago. So it was scanned in.

There wasn't much in it, was there,
Mr Trigg?

A woman was attacked
in the same underpass

on 21st May, 1989.

Her handbag was taken, recovered
with the money still in it.

We assumed the attacker
just dropped it.

He used a bike as well.

Very similar.

Oh, yeah, I remember.

We thought it was a mugging,
but we got it wrong.

Well, I got it wrong.
The motive wasn't theft.

It was a violent attack on a woman.

And his name was...

Joseph David Formby.
Yes!

We pulled him in for another attack
two years later.

Three. 1992.
Yes. She was lucky to be alive.

But not before he'd attacked
and killed another woman in Croydon.

Yes, but we got him in the end.

What do you mean,
you got him in the end?

That's no consolation
to a dead woman.

Anyway, what happened to Formby?

Died in Wormwood Scrubs
four years ago.

A coincidence.
A coincidence!

Coincidences make me uncomfortable.

Not as uncomfortable

as remembering a mistake
that cost a woman her life.

Anyway, thanks. So that's Jennifer 1,
Trigg nil.

But a very close result.

Sweetheart.

Something's happened.
This is quite difficult, Neil.

It's about Brian Shanklin.

Yeah, I know.

He's dead.

Why didn't you say anything?

Not much to say, is there?

Somebody stabbed him, Neil.
Yeah, I know.

Well, the school is closed
for lessons tomorrow.

But there's counsellors.

I don't know if you want to be
with your friends or stay here.

There's no point talking about it,
is there?

You might need to. People deal
with grief in different ways.

I didn't have much to do with him,
so I'll just stay at home.

Er, what about your dinner?

Is that shock or just 'So what'?

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Is Sean going in?

Why don't you give him a text?

I've been talking to Dad and...
we both think

there's something to be said
for being with your friends.

Sean can do what he likes.

Well, if you want to talk...

I'm sure we won't get much sleep.

(MOBILE RINGS)

What do you want?

Are you all right?

Say something, Neil.

How about...

'Don't worry about a thing, every
little thing is gonna be all right'?

'Your dad was probably
into Bob Marley.'

Look, if I could go back and make
it not happen, I'd do anything.

If I could change anything,

I'd like to arrange for you
to be dead instead of Brian.

If only.

(ENDS CALL)

Gerry, can we please talk?
No.

We can't just lie our way
out of this.

It's more important than that.
Not another word.

Ah, Jack!
Ah, George.

Listen, I don't want the attack in
the underpass to be forgotten

in the middle of all of this.

The uniforms are still on it.
Yeah, OK.

I think I've got something.

A friend of Brian's, a Paul Timms.
You need to speak to him.

All right.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Have you got your black trousers?
They're not in the dirty washing.

Neil. It's not a big deal.
I'm just trying to do your washing.

Neil!
They're around.

How do I know where?

Maybe trousers aren't the only thing
I've got on my mind.

Do you clock that smell?

Exactly the same smell
as my old school. Ha!

I don't know what it is, George,
but when we were at school,

we managed
without our mates getting knifed.

Sean, I don't think
your dad is right.

But I can't make him listen
on my own.

He said someone threatened him?

I don't know if it was a threat
exactly.

Brian had fallen out
with two of his mates.

He never said why, really.

Then suddenly,
they got quite nasty with him.

And this was yesterday?

I saw them having a go at him
when we were playing cricket.

Just verbal, nothing much.

Nothing heavy.

But I know he was worried.

He said
it was to do with dog fighting.

Dog fighting?

Is that a normal topic of
conversation at this school?

No.
I didn't know what he was on about.

It just sounded weird to me.

Oh. What are the names
of these two mates?

I need to know their names, Paul.

Who were they?

Neil Viner and Sean Berland.

All right, thank you very much, Paul.
You may go now.

That is who I think it is?
Yes.

Gerry Berland's son.

No, you can't do this! You can't
take my son! It's a mistake!

Mrs Viner, I'm taking him to Denton
Police Station

to help with inquiries
into the death of Brian Shanklin.

How can Neil help you? He doesn't
know anything about it. He can't!

I'm sorry, Mrs Viner.

Don't worry, Sean, we'll be there
as soon as I get hold of Dad.

Get off the bloody phone, Gerry,
and answer me.

They've taken Sean away.

What's happening? They're talking
about Brian Shanklin

as if Neil's got something to do
with it!

When Gerry gets my message,
he'll have them home.

It's a mistake, a terrible...

It's a mistake.
Yes. Yes, it is. Come on.

When did Brian come and work for you
as a volunteer?

Two months ago, nearly three.

He turned up in reception one day
to ask if he could help,

just cleaning out kennels, whatever.

I should speak to his parents.

I can't imagine how they...

No. I can.

That's what makes it so unbearable.

It would be better
if you didn't talk to anyone.

I mean, now there's a witness.

It's best you don't get
emotionally involved.

I am emotionally involved.
I was there.

Christine, if you're going to
identify these killers,

it's going to be
a long and difficult journey.

What matters most
is your objectivity in court.

I don't feel very objective.

(SIGHS)
I know.

Neither do I.

Thank you. All right, George.

Mrs Moorhead.
Sergeant.

I want you to look at the glass.

Soon, in a minute,
you'll see a group of young men.

Now, if you recognise any of them,
please point them out.

I don't want you to feel that you're
under pressure to identify them.

If you're unsure, just say so.

And if none of the people
resemble those that you saw,

that's also fine. OK?

All right, lights.

You recognise one of them?

Two. They're both there.

How sure are you

the two lads you recognise
are the ones that attacked Brian?

On a scale of one to 10...

..10.

Thank you.

All right, George.

From the moment we spoke to Neil
about Brian,

there's been something wrong.

I don't know how he was supposed to
react, but the way he did wasn't...

..wasn't right.

It's not just a mistake, is it?

If my husband says it's a mistake,
it is. Haven't you got that yet?

What are you talking about?

The truth,

as decided by Gerry.

They were there.

Neil and Sean.

What happened?
It doesn't matter what happened.

I've lived in Gerry's world
for a long time.

And now we're all in it, Carolyn.

And we do what he says.

Yes, that's everything.

That's what happened.
That's what I saw.

Right, thank you.

Er, have you seen either of these
lads before?

I mean, before you saw them
attacking Brian Shanklin?

They do seem familiar.
I could have seen them.

I don't know them,
if that's what you mean.

Well, they both went
to Brian's school,

which is the same school
your children go to.

I know what you're suggesting,
but...

I'm not confused about maybe
seeing them at the school.

Those were the boys
who killed Brian Shanklin.

All right. Good. Thank you.

Um...

Well, you'll have to know eventually,
so you might as well know now.

The first youth that you identified
was Sean Berland.

Gerry Berland's son.

So...what are you saying?

Well, I'm partly guessing, of course,
but um...

from what I learnt from the school,

it seems
that Brian went to a dog fight

with Sean and the other lads some
months ago when they were friends.

But Brian was so disgusted
by what he saw

that he ended the friendship.

And came to me to volunteer.

Mm-hm.

Now, it seems
that either Sean or his father

thought that Brian
was the one who tipped us off.

No. No, surely not.

(SIGHS)

What have I done?

No, no. It's not what you've done.
You didn't know any of this at all.

I'm part of it...

my actions.

We...we did the right thing but...

you're telling me because of that,
Brian is dead.

No. Look, you can't think like that.

It's under control, Tom.
What?

My solicitor's in there.
He knows what he's doing.

Neil didn't have anything to do with
it. He doesn't need a solicitor.

It won't cost you, Tom.

What do you mean, cost me?

Look, it's all sorted, all right?

In the meantime, do what any good
solicitor will tell you

and just say nothing.
Just go home, Tom.

I'll call round
and see you and Carolyn later.

You have my client's statement.

It records everything he did
yesterday afternoon in detail.

It tells you exactly where he was.

It also gives the names
of people who saw him

and can vouch for him.
Mm.

They all knew his father,
Gerry Berland, right?

As he was cleaning vans
at his father's garage,

that shouldn't come as a surprise.

(CHUCKLES)

Half these people have criminal
records as long as your arm!

Mr Berland is a man who believes
in giving people a second chance.

Anything wrong with that?

There's a lot wrong
with this statement.

The speed it was produced,
for a start.

I can say the same
about the speed

at which you put my clients
in front of an identity parade.

I will be saying it, too.

I don't believe any of that.

And do you know why?

Because I have a witness
who saw you and Neil

at the same place
where Brain Shanklin was stabbed.

Cos that's where you were, Sean.
Weren't you?

Got anything to say?

Mr Viner is shaking his head.

What about the argument you and Sean
had with Brian at the school?

I didn't have any argument.

Did you speak to Brian Shanklin?

Why would I? He wasn't a mate.

Did you hear Sean threaten him?

No.

Ever been to a dog fight?

Inspector, we've established where
both my clients were yesterday.

If you need clarification
they will assist,

but if you're proposing
a fishing expedition,

I would advise them
to only answer questions

that directly relate
to why you brought them here.

What I propose, Mr Salmond,

is an investigation
into the murder of Brian Shanklin

in which your two clients
were at the scene of the crime.

Now, I need answers
to all the questions I ask,

no matter how long it takes.

(HISSING)

(DOG BARKS)

Lovely day, Mrs Moorhead.

Mine's not been great.

But then you'd know all about that,
wouldn't you?

What do you want, Mr Berland?

Oh, we've got a lot more than
animals on our minds, haven't we?

Why did it happen?

Why did what happen?

You know Brian Shanklin is dead.
I don't think you'd be here

unless you knew something
about who killed him.

I know absolutely nothing
about Brian Shanklin.

All I know is,
it's got nothing to do with my son.

You think I'm happy about what this
means for your son and his friend?

I'm not, Mr Berland.

Save it for your cats
and your canaries.

This isn't something
we can argue about.

Look, Neil and Sean are innocent.
You shouldn't be here.

What good does it do,
you banging up my son?

Unless it's for revenge on me.

What do you think I am?

I've always admired the way animals
fight to protect their young,

whatever it takes.

(PHONE RINGS)

Frost.

Christine.

What?

When?

No, no, no. You stay there.
I'm coming over.

No. It's all right.
No, I'm on my way.

(CRASH)

How long, Mr Frost?
I don't know. Just wait.

It's your money.
Not if I can help it.

Good evening, sir.

Ah, is Gerry still here?
Who shall I say?

Never mind. I'll find him myself.

You can't just barge in, sir.
Can't I? You just watch me.

Inspector Frost.

Always a pleasure.
Mi casa, su casa.

I am so sorry, Mr Berland.
All right, Della. Just piss off.

Now, either your solicitor is not
earning enough, Mr Berland,

or you don't listen to what he says.

Ha! You know what I love about you?

I never understand
a word you're saying.

If you so much as say hello
to Christine Moorhead,

or even look at her,
I will arrest you.

Sorry. That was...
that was stupid. But...

..as a parent, you can imag...
Of course...you're not.

Right. Right. But...

I just wanted to speak to her parent
to parent, you know what I'm saying?

Intimidation was never in my mind.
She made a mistake.

I'm interested to know why you should
think that Mrs Moorhead is a witness.

It's not a secret, is it?

No.

If she was a witness, the only people
who would know that...

..would have been
at the scene of the crime.

Mm?

You told me
I'd be attacked in court.

You didn't tell me
I'd be threatened.

Bullies don't impress me much,
but on top of everything...

Well, he won't go near you again.

Are there any other witnesses?

No.

I wish it wasn't just me...
for all sorts of reasons.

Still...

Look, we'll keep a close eye on you.

We'll have patrol cars
going past your house,

beat officers as well.

Berland will know that.

Oh, and there'll be me too.
That'll put him off.

Thanks, Jack.

All right.

Have you eaten?

No.

Do you fancy an Indian?

Yeah, sure.

Oh, good.

I'll just get my coat.

Thanks.

Good morning, Marek.

That difficulty with the RSPCA woman
I told you about,

it's just not working out.

She's not getting the message.
OK.

You may have to lean on her
a bit harder, OK?

That's not a problem.
Good man.

He's arranged a solicitor for Neil,
can you believe that?

Not a word to me.
I can't talk to my son.

Yet Gerry Berland has got his
solicitor in there with him.

Perhaps it's best.
Why?

I don't believe this has anything
to do with Neil.

I can't find Neil's clothes.

I know what he was wearing
when he went out yesterday.

I know what trousers he had on.
They are not in the house.

I know what shirt.
I have looked everywhere.

You want to talk about washing?

I am talking about the fact
that every piece of clothing

our son was wearing yesterday
has disappeared.

You don't need to ask me
why I do it, Jack.

You know why already.
Do I?

Fluffy bunnies.

I work for the RSPCA

because I'm a woman
who simply adores fluffy bunnies.

No, sorry. Don't do sarcasm.

I don't confuse animals with people.

Animals fight and kill to survive.

They're not vicious or perverted
or cruel

for fun, or because
they're too lazy to care.

So they need protection?

Well, aren't you out there
because if you weren't,

people would be even more unpleasant
than they are?

Mm. Yeah, well, there is that.

Also, to give people directions
when they get lost.

Once upon a time.

We know that how we treat animals
is part of how we treat each other.

Truth or dare.
What do you mean?

Why are you a policeman?

And don't tell me you couldn't
think of anything else to do.

No, it was because of the uniform.

But I looked so scruffy in it,
they put me in CID.

Why?

I don't know why.

It's just ever since I was about 14,
it was something I wanted.

I had no theories why it mattered.
I just...

believed that it did.

And did it?
Well, on a good day.

I seem to have spent most of my life

with the worst things
that people do to each other.

I shouldn't be surprised by it,
but I still am.

Exactly.

Well, that means it still matters.

Yeah.

Well, it's...just part of the job,
that's all.

But it is something to do with truth,

you know,
when bad things happen to people.

That's the least that they deserve.

Sometimes it's...it's all there is.

You're laughing at me.

No. No. It's just when
you said that, you looked,

I don't know...younger.

Now you are laughing at me!
No!

Anyway, look, it's um...

You know, it's getting late,
isn't it?

I think we er... I'll get the bill.

I didn't realise the time.
Why don't I get this?

No, no, no. Excuse me.

Well, next time I pay.

I'll just get my coat.
All right.

The boys attacked Brian Shanklin
because of you...

you and dog fighting?

Oh, come on, Tom. You stopped
wiping Neil's arse a long time ago.

He's a clever lad.
It's his business what he does.

You made Neil lie to the police

and came here to tell us that
after your son knifes another boy,

Neil has to keep lying
to the police? We all do?

That's exactly right.
If Sean was carrying a knife,

then Neil was the boy
who pushed Brian Shanklin onto it.

That's what happened.

Well, I'm not taking it.

Neil has to tell the truth.
There's no choice.

Damn it. Good-looking lad like Neil
going into prison.

(TUTS)

What about his place at Oxford?
That's gone, isn't it?

You understand what I'm saying,
don't you?

Oh, I get the threat.

Good.

Cos you need to.

Morning.

Keep the change.

Ah!

Just the man I want to see.

Can I give you these, sir?
What do I want with these?

These are taxi receipts, sir.

Apparently somebody stuck a knife
in a couple of my tyres last night,

not to mention
the brick through the kitchen window.

That's terrible, Jack.

Do you know who?
Have you caught anyone?

No. No, a neighbour of mine

saw someone running down
the back alley of his house.

Couldn't get a description.

Anyway, uniform are on the case.

Obviously somebody
that I upset some time ago.

You know, there's a long list.

Well, you seem to be taking it
very nonchalantly, Jack.

If there's anything
I can do to help...

Yes, there is actually, sir.

You could pay these taxi receipts.

Thanks very much, sir.

Jack.
Sir?

I assume none of these taxis
were of a personal nature.

Nothing I ever do is
of a personal nature, sir.

Oh, by the way,
I'll let you have the bill

for the kitchen window
and the four new tyres later.

Are you sure
you want to go to school today?

I mean, there's no pressure on you.

It's fine if you do, but if
you just wanted to stay at home...

I don't know. I think we'd both
like to see our friends for a bit.

Yeah, but I don't want to get
into all the counselling stuff.

Well, see how it goes today.

You could finish this afternoon,
go to your dad's a day early.

Have you spoken to him about Brian?

He'd already heard something
on the news.

He didn't believe it could be
our school. Well, nobody can.

No.

But I'll phone him.

I'm sure he'll be able
to get over and pick you up.

Are you gonna be all right?

Oh, yeah. I'll be fine.

I've still got to talk to the police
again.

Best thing if I go into work,
really.

Not give myself time to think.

I'll be fine, guys, really.

I'm sure you will.

What's that supposed to mean?

The mysterious Inspector Frost.
Oh!

What's mysterious about Jack?

Nothing.

Your parents are here.

Do I have to?
You don't have to, no.

Morning.
Inspector Frost?

Mm?
Have you seen Mr Trigg yet?

No. And unless he's matched Gerry
Berland up with 12 armed robberies,

tell him he's missed me,
or will have done in half an hour.

It's about what happened
at your house. He told me about it.

Why, does he know
some cheap glaziers?

Well, he's concerned.

He remembered something very similar
happening before.

(SIGHS)
All right. Come on.

Whose is that?
Mr Trigg's.

All right. I'll drink it on the way.
Thank you.

Oh. Er... Um...

16 years ago there was a spate
of attacks on our cars.

I know because I was a serving
officer at the time.

I had my tyres shredded
and a key run along both sides.

It was only six months old, and all.

Yeah, I remember.
Mine was done at the same time.

Mm. That brick
through your kitchen window...

Jenny, give me the cards, please.

Ta.

I put her onto this first thing.

Half an hour and she had the lot.
Well, you did give me the dates.

Oh, yes. I suppose I did.
Remember?

(GIGGLING)
Oi, oi, oi, oi, you two!

I know we've got two people of
exceptional talent in this office...

..but what is the relationship

between punctured tyres
and kitchen windows 16 years ago?

It's like the underpass, a crime
that happened a long time ago,

a crime that was never solved.
Well, not for a long time.

A crime that has happened exactly
the same way now as it did then.

Yeah, well?

A lot of coppers had their tyres done
back then.

But only one had a brick
through their kitchen window.

That was you, Jack.

You never liked
too many coincidences.

I think we've got too many here.

He'll be home soon.

But for how long?

It'll be over.

I promise.

She saw them, Gerry.

I don't think
she's as sure as all that.

I think she'll come to that
conclusion herself.

Jack, it's me.

Everything's fine. Well, not really.
Um...

If you want that meal, come round.

I know you're busy.
I'm supposed to be, but...

Anyway, give me a ring
when you get this message.

Inspector Frost?

Yes?

What's going to happen?

You've seen him?
Yes.

He will be charged.

Then...will he come home?
I don't know.

It's up to the court to decide
whether they'll grant bail or not.

Are you going to oppose bail?

I don't know if you think lying
is the best way to deal with this,

or you're too stupid to realise
that you'll make matters worse.

Because you will.

I just couldn't believe it
when the kids phoned me last night.

They must be in a state of shock.

Well, we all are.

They've been in to school today,

but I think
getting away's going to be best.

So, if you could take them out
a bit...

Why didn't I think of that?
Oh, all right. You know what I mean!

(SIGHS)

You all right?

Er, not exactly, Allen.

That was a stupid question,
wasn't it? Sorry.

I just haven't...
I haven't got my head round this.

Have I got this right?

You knew the boys who did this?

No, I didn't know them but
I recognised them in the line-up.

You... Oh, my...

Well, I bet that wasn't easy.

It wasn't.
Hi, guys.

Hi, Dad.
You have a good time.

Don't worry about me.
See you later.

You sure, Mum?
I'm fine. Talk to you later. Bye.

Seatbelts!

That was very good timing, Jack.

Oh, was that Sophie and um...
Joshua.

Joshua. And their father.

Oh, well, it'll give them something
all to talk about.

All right.

I don't know what
you're so worried about, Sophie.

It doesn't look like
she's going to be on her own.

I think that was Inspector Frost.
That's what I meant.

Um, what's this all about?

Well, he's not just a policeman.

Mum's always going on about him.

Oh, gossip!

Right, Sophie, you will tell all.

The kids were due to go to Allen
on Friday anyway.

Didn't seem much point
sending them in to school,

not with what's going on.

How old are they?

Josh is just 16.

Sophie's 14.

They didn't really know Brian but...

you just don't know how something
like this is affecting them.

Where does he live?

Your ex, I mean?

Surrey. Just round the M25.

Grim, isn't it?

The ex.

It's not where any of us
think we'll end up.

But it's been a long time.

Over 10 years. It's OK.

Eventually ran out of things
to argue about.

And the kids?

Oh, sorry. For a man who spends
his life asking questions,

I choose the wrong ones sometimes.

No. Um...

They're fine, most of the time.

You come to terms with the fact

that the life you're asking them
to live isn't the one they want.

Excuse me.
Oh, sorry.

I don't like what we did to them.

I've forgiven Allen most things
but...

Oh...not such a bad question
after all.

Right.

Hope you like salad.

Oh, yes, fine. That's nice.
Great. Yeah.

Um, so...what don't you eat?

Well, anything that's green
or does you good, basically.

Especially salad.

Yeah, well, I've never found
a takeaway that...

does a...good salad.

So, what happened to your car?

Somebody thought
that I didn't need tyres.

Drunks probably.

Anyway, they got away pretty quick.

No, I'm like everybody else.
You know?

Some things aren't as high in police
priorities as you'd like.

Well, that's not exactly reassuring.

But some things are.

You are.

My mum and dad died
a very long time ago now.

They were Denton born and bred.

Well, a bit like me.

I think the furthest they ever went
in their life

was a day trip to Bournemouth.

You never wanted to leave?

No. Well, you know, sometimes.

I always used to think
that no matter how far you go,

you always meet the same people.
Hm.

Yeah, my mum died
a long time ago too.

She was living with us
when Allen and I got married.

She was in the early stages
of Alzheimer's.

It wasn't bad then, but...

..when we knew Josh was on the way,
we put her in a home.

But I look back sometimes

and wonder if Josh was more
an excuse than a reason.

I don't believe that.

I've nothing but admiration for
people dealing with stuff like that.

Well, if you have to do it...you do.

My wife died at home.

You looked after her?

It wasn't the real thing.

That's a terrible thing to say.
No.

Things started to go wrong
before she became ill.

I was going to leave.

The only reason I didn't
is because she was dying.

You stayed.

You didn't have to.

Anyway, look,
that was a great meal!

But I must go, because I'm on duty.

Yeah, me too.

Right. I've got a patrol car keeping
an eye on the house and clinic.

You've got my telephone number
should you need me.

Right.
Right.

So, well, thank you once again.

OK.
Um... Well...

We...we just seem to be getting
into deep water, I don't know why.

Don't you?

Oh, right, I...
(CLEARS THROAT)

Yeah, well... Thanks. Right.

Now, we need a charge
on the Brian Shanklin murder.

I'm going to have to let those boys
go if there isn't one.

All right. I'll charge them tomorrow.

Mrs Moorhead is obviously a reliable
witness, but alibis are extensive.

Any chance of a confession?

No. Afraid not.

Look, when we get into court,

I'm not so sure that Sean Berland
will stand up to cross-examination.

He's very shaky.

But the other one, of course,
he's as cool as a cucumber.

Someone must have seen something.

Yeah, but the thing is,
Berland has put the word about

that if anyone says anything,
they'll regret it.

So there's nothing.

(SIGHS)

I don't think that Neil's parents
want to go along with it at all.

They know the truth,
but they're frightened of Berland.

He's sailed very close to the wind,

showing us he knows Mrs Moorhead
is our only witness.

But listening to rumours isn't
a crime. That's all he'll admit to.

We just can't get near him.

Under different circumstances,

I'd let Mrs Moorhead think about
giving her evidence anonymously.

Too late now.

Yeah, well,
she's going to need extra protection.

Berland hasn't been idle.
Neither has his solicitor.

Mr Salmond has a complaint
with the chief constable...

you and Mrs Moorhead.

Saying what?

It paints you as an officer
with an obsessive grudge,

and her as an animal-rights lunatic

who cares more about animals
than people.

Ah, but no judge is going to listen
to that, is he?

Take a jury
that doesn't want to believe

that two boys like their sons and
grandsons killed another boy,

like their sons and grandsons.

Witnesses swear
the boys were cleaning vans.

Tearful parents swear
their boys are little angels.

Confuse the truth with an alleged
grudge - what have you got?

Recipe for a jury
that can't make up its mind.

(UNZIPPING)

(CAT MEOWS)

(CAT MEOWS)

Agh!

No! Please stop!

All right, go on. Take him away.

(LAUGHTER)

What's up with you lot?
Moggy.

Come on. Just get on with it.

Yes, here we are.
Philip Richard Headen. 42.

Injuries to face and head consistent
with blows from a blunt instrument.

Paint flecks suggest tyre lever
or crowbar. Fairly new.

Skull fractured in two places.

There and underneath.

Death resulted from haemorrhaging
of blood and cerebral oedema.

Any evidence of the attacker,

you know, blood or tissue?

There was blood under the
fingernails, not the victim's.

So all you have to do
is find out who it belongs to.

Oh, and there was hair
on the clothing.

Human and otherwise.

Otherwise?
What do you mean by otherwise?

Felis silvestris catus.

What's that mean when it's at home?
A cat.

Don't go berserk, you know?
We're just making a point.

Give it an hour.
It'll be empty by then.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello, Jack.
No, I'm still here.

Yeah, just about to finish
and go home.

You too. See you soon.

(SIGHS)

So there's nothing missing
from upstairs?

Doesn't look like it, does it?
No, no.

Just the TV and the hi-fi
from down here.

First glance, kids, I reckon.

Was there any money in the house?

Just a few quid in the kitchen
drawer.

What time did you say the CID
boys were gonna get here?

I don't think they'll be able
to get out tonight, sir.

Oh, really?
Well, you can tell them

to get off their arses
and get down here

or my solicitor will be waking up
Superintendent Mullett

first thing tomorrow morning.

The next time I see him on the golf
course, I might mention you as well.

Sir.

(TV)

(DOG BARKS)

Hey. Hey, hey.

Oh, come on.
What's the matter with you?

You're keeping everyone awake. Shh.

Have some biscuits.
There's a good boy.

Good boy. Go on. Shh.

Now you sleep tight, OK?
See you tomorrow.

(BARKS)

Ah, Georgie.

I didn't know you worked without the
organ grinder winding the handle.

Come on in here.

My favourite girls. Come on, then.

There you go.

No, don't fight.

(BARKING)

Oh my God!

(FIRE ALARM)

(BARKING)

Come on.

Sally, out you come.

Here you go.

Come on, then.

Come on. Budge. Here you go.

(PHONE RINGS)

Frost.

Jack, there's a report of a fire
at the RSPCA centre.

I'm on my way there now.

(BARKING)

(COUGHING)

Come here, then. Out.
There's a good boy. Out. Go on.

(COUGHS)

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