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Sorry, I didn't realize anyone was there.

How long since your last... I'm going to kill someone.

I didn't hear that.

I haven't got a choice.

Killing's the only way.

I suppose crazy thoughts flashed through most of our minds at some point in our

lives.

We don't mean them.

And the sooner we put them out of our heads, the better. No choice.

I told you.

Pray for me, Father.

Salva, pray for me.

Be a goddess.

I... I don't think you mean that.

To take another's life is the gravest of morals.

Don't just leave the bloody thing there!

Hey, Kirsten. What's the good, lad?

You won't be doing any more damage to my malt whiskeys. That's true.

I'm on a limited offer myself.

You're fitter than I am.

That was never saying very much, Jack, even 15 years ago.

Inspector Frost, I thought I saw you.

Yes.

Rosalie Martin.

Rosalie Martin, of course.

My husband's buried here. I was just putting some new flowers on his grave.

So, Chief Superintendent Fairclough.

Ex -Chief Superintendent.

Hello.

I meant what I said.

Sorry? Getting in touch.

Oh.

I thought perhaps you'd like to come to dinner.

Um, well, that would be very nice. Why not?

Next Friday?

Uh, um, Friday.

Yes, thank you. That'd be very nice.

Right, bye.

Yes, thank you again. Bye. I might have got the wrong end of the stick, but I

thought you were shacked up with a certain kitty if I remember.

I'm only staying there, aren't I? Oh, pardon me. It's an easy mistake to make.

No, it's just that I met this, um, you know, this Rosalie Martins. I was

on a case and, um, you know, I met her and she came into the... stationed to

thank me, and she, you know, she brought in a cake.

It takes a lot for a woman to bake a cake these days.

A week late with Bristol Computers parked.

Don't look at me.

I'm not.

But I am looking at you to get down to Bristol, take Jerry Ryan out for a meal

and keep on the right side of him. I can't just drop everything. Monday. This

afternoon, James.

This isn't the time to put our best customers back up. Whatever you've got

the business comes first. Come on, Alec. I'll tell him you're on your way.

Well, Richard.

I'm sorry, I completely forgot.

Well, if another time... No, I can find half an hour. Come inside.

You're finished here, Sheridan.

And you won't just be out of a job.

I'm going to hit you so hard that pretty face will be marked for life.

A good holiday, Jack?

Good holiday?

I never want to see another jug of fangria for the rest of my life.

Mullet's been on the ball during my absence, hasn't he?

Memo on the amount of soap being used in the washrooms.

That's Hornrim Harry's delicate way of referring to the car, see?

Well, if there is a Mr Big smuggling it out, it ain't me.

So, stick there.

Oh, he'd never suspect you of nicking toast.

You're not taking the washroom, I hope, out of a superior officer, ex -Sergeant

Toulon. B .I .D.? Mm -hmm.

Can I take... Ah, it's a Rosalie Martin, Jack. Can you have your phone number?

Is that the Rosalie Martin? Yes, yes, yes.

Go on, isn't it your shout for the tea?

Hello?

Yes, it's me, yes.

Now, I'm sorry about that.

Yes, it was my fault. I forgot.

My number is... Nothing else you're saying, sir? Will you get the bloody

Look, I'm sorry, I just don't know what the... Why don't you change your mind

now, sweetheart?

He knows!

Well, of course he knows.

Jack!

E viva España!

Sangria!

Are you going to get this, Chinese?

I asked you to go half an hour ago.

You weren't watching that.

I'm on my way.

Are you going to tell me what's wrong?

There's nothing wrong.

You've hardly spoken since you came in.

You haven't heard a word I've said!

What do you want, a meal or an argument? I can't do both. Oh, we'll eat!

First...

Hello?

Get stuffed, sweetheart.

You know what I want. And you know what happens if I don't get it.

After the break, tonight's late movie is Gunfight at the O .K. Corral. Good

night.

I'm going to have an early night.

Yeah, OK, right then.

When I finish this, I'm going to start and watch the film, mate.

Right.

Just don't wake me up.

OK.

I never called.

The thing is, Kitty, I've... Well, I've got to go back to the flat tomorrow.

Sort things out, you know?

You know the rules.

You do what you like, when you like.

Just one request.

No.

Video the film.

You got time for coffee?

No, thanks. George Toulon's waiting.

I've got more than two cups.

Yeah, I know, but you know how it is.

You start doing that, the next thing you know, they'll want the odd weekend off.

All the cars in all the world, you had to bump into mine.

And that's the worst Peter Lorre impression I've ever heard.

Bogart.

I am Bogart.

If you need me, just whistle.

Oh, dear.

Probable cause of death.

Yeah, well, she's got a white foam in her mouth, so she drowned.

Rough guess as to the time. Couldn't have been all that long, could it?

Body hasn't blown up.

Rigor mortis wearing off, is it? Any chance of you getting on with your job,

Inspector, and leaving me to get on with mine?

Yeah, all right.

Noticed her hand.

Very expensive training and many years' experience leave me to hazard the

opinion that she has one attached to each arm.

Really?

Go on.

Carry on.

Oh, well, come on, Lord.

Just here, sir.

It's the same material as her dress.

This is probably where she jumped.

Well, photograph it, bag it, and see if forensic can make a match.

No doubt of that.

There won't be many of what she's wearing in Denton.

You couldn't afford one, sir, even on an inspector's salary.

Really?

I'll have you know that this jacket...

was handmade in Savile Row.

Not for me, I must admit, but it was handmade.

The car belongs to the Mrs. Jeanette Barr.

Date of birth is the 15th of the 4th, 64.

She's the right age.

Yeah.

She's got the right clothes to go with the right car and all that.

She wasn't attacked?

Doesn't look like it.

I wonder how poor she was, does it, sir?

No, it doesn't, but I'll soon find out.

Suicide.

Possibility. I'll tell you one thing.

She didn't come for a swim.

No towel.

Next to Ken.

Yeah, her husband.

Mr. James Barth.

Uniformer trying to get hold of him.

with a Mercedes.

Very nice suit.

To run out of washing up liquid.

Well, given the circumstances of Mickey Bar's death and the fact that Mr. Bar

seems to be missing, I think we've got no alternative.

Jack, Jack, Jack.

What? Uniform has spoken to the neighbours. He was here this morning.

have to do that.

Yeah.

You are not that kind of doing in my house.

We're police officers, Mr.

Barth. Denton CID.

We have been trying to contact you.

Where's my wife?

Can you think of any reason why your wife might have wanted to take her own

life?

Well, she wasn't beyond a crazy gesture. She took an overdose once.

After a row.

Wasn't enough to... No. Just to wait.

And the answer's no.

Look, it's probably not the way you do these things, but I need a drink.

Yeah, all right.

Thank

you,

George.

So, what time did you get in?

Midnight, half past.

I've been drinking.

Popped? Popped?

Popped.

I did a lot of walking around, trying to think.

What are you going to find out sometime?

Jeanette was seeing this bloke.

Hmm.

And you thought that she was with him?

We'll see.

When did you see her last?

Uh, yesterday morning, nine o 'clock.

I was off to work.

We didn't really speak.

She seemed, um, all right.

I mean, we weren't exactly asking after each other's health.

You were working all day on Saturday.

Yeah, we were going through a bit of a hectic period, all hands on deck.

So when you came home and found she wasn't there, weren't you worried that

something might be wrong?

No.

Why should it?

She couldn't stop telling me how happy she was about the new man in her life,

that she was going to leave me.

Why would I think that she was going to go out and kill us?

This man, do you know who he is?

Richard Sheridan. He's a designer doing some work for us.

And did she say that she would be staying the night with him?

No.

She must have been.

Maybe he dumped her.

I told you Jeanette was capable of some pretty daft stunts if she couldn't get

her own way.

She's hardly likely to go and jump off a bridge just to seek attention, though,

is she?

Look, it doesn't make any sense to me either. I've told you that.

There's not much more.

I don't know what she'd been doing, where she'd been.

The last few weeks, the only conversation's been a couple of

about Sheridan and money.

Doesn't seem important, no?

Right.

I assume you'll be staying at home.

If you intend leaving Denton, you will inform us, won't you?

You see, we've met before, Mr Barr.

I don't know how to tell you this.

But you'll recognise me eventually.

Better now.

I was one of the investigating officers ten years ago when your first wife,

Harriet, was killed.

So, anyway, there was a break -in at the bar's house. They lived at Shetley

then. Mm -hmm.

There was a vicious little sod by the name of Michael King.

Mm -hmm. There was a bit of a... Left here.

Mm -hmm.

Anyway, he was a bit of a panicker.

He thought the house was empty, but lo and behold, Missy Bar Number One comes

out of the bedroom. Mm -hmm. So she ends up with three broken ribs and a

ruptured spleen.

Did he go down for it? Yeah, well, he's still inside now.

His mother's still running a campaign to prove he was innocent.

Any doubts at the time? No, not really.

But you didn't like James Bath?

No, well, he didn't lose much sleep then.

He doesn't seem to be much different now, does he?

Did Mrs Barr show any signs of depression at all? No, she was never a

for that.

Jackie, come on.

Wait, Jackie.

Jackie, please listen to me.

I won't be interrupting again, Inspector.

Jackie, please.

Wasn't there another way? We don't investigate people's death by

sir. Now, did you see Mrs Barr yesterday?

No, no, I hadn't seen her.

Jackie, please.

Please listen. Before you go, Mrs Sheridan, could you tell me what time

husband was here last night? Look, apart from going out for half an hour for a

Chinese takeaway... But you don't expect me to lie for you as well?

I don't know how long he was out. At least two hours!

Jackie! Look, I was here!

Jackie!

Jackie, come on.

Surely you've got bloody pelvis. You were screwing Jeanette Burr. Why should

help you?

Jackie, now look, listen to me. It was a mistake.

Why did you do this?

Jeanette jumps in the river and my own brother thinks I must have pushed her.

I'm not saying that.

Look, we're all in shock, James.

Well, Inspector Frost isn't.

And he's looking at me like I must be guilty of something.

Nonsense.

No one is accusing you of anything. She killed herself.

That's what the police told you.

When I heard the news, I thought you were still in Bristol.

Will you shut up about Bristol?

I didn't go. I wasn't there.

She'd, um... She just told me that she was screwing that bastard

Sheridan.

Whatever happened, whatever made her... It's not your fault.

You should have told me about Sheridan straight away.

James, you are telling me everything now.

Father. I'm Alec Barr, James's brother. I'd hoped he wasn't involved.

When someone drowns, especially in a filthy river like that, you expect to

them grasping mud, weeds and so on, anything from the river.

Inadvertent action in the death throes.

Now, lack of it doesn't mean anything in itself, but she had been in the mud on

the riverbed.

Not even dirty fingernails.

Oh, really?

No question she drowned, but I noticed a particularly distinct smell from the

water in the lungs and stomach.

Forensic will give us the analysis, but it's a highly perfumed foam of some

kind. Bubble bath, bath oil, a great deal sweeter than river water.

I imagine she died in the bath.

Oh, my God, it only believed that your son died and rose to life.

Pray for our sister Jeanette, who has died in Christ.

Pray for her at the last day to share in the glory of the risen Christ, who

lives and reigns with you, the Holy Spirit, one God, forever and ever.

Amen.

Well,

you weren't exactly doing the housekeeping.

Gina had a row with the cleaner, told her to sod off.

So what if the bedroom's in a date?

What about all the new clothes that have been ripped up?

And the photograph you and your wife smashed?

I thought the cows had been out spending my money again, so I pulled them up.

And the mirror?

Was Mrs. Barr there while you were having this violence spree?

I didn't see her all day, I told you that.

Well, it's obvious your house hasn't been cleaned for a long period.

Weeks.

Our marriage was breaking up.

It does seem rather odd, though, doesn't it?

That the one room in the house that was cleaned very thoroughly, very recently,

was the en -suite bathroom.

She wasn't incapable of wiping the bath.

I see.

Well, a preliminary examination of a bottle of bubble bath found in there

matches the contents of your wife's stomach and lungs.

She was drowned.

But not in the river.

She drove there.

No, no.

Somebody drove her there.

She was dried and she was dressed and she was driven to the river.

The killer wanted to make it look like suicide, but the bruises left by his

hands, where he pushed her head under the water in the bath, are still

She died in her own house.

You were in that house yesterday, arguing violently.

All right, but I didn't go back.

Do you know what I think? I think that she threatened to tell your wife what

going on between you.

And you had to stop her doing that, at all costs.

Look, I didn't kill her.

I was at home when I said I was. If you just tell Jackie what's happening,

she'll tell you. Why?

Is her opinion of what time you got in last night somehow dependent about what

happens in here?

No, of course it is.

Yes? Jack, you've got a minute?

Yes?

What is it?

Jackie Sheridan's statement.

She's in the interview room by reception.

All right. Thank you.

Is this a true version of events?

It is.

Right. Well, I won't be pursuing the matter of wasting police time, but

would be a very different thing.

If I felt I could get him locked up for anything, I would.

And it would almost be worth risking a spell in Holloway for the satisfaction.

Almost.

But not quite.

All right, George.

Show Mrs Sheridan the way out, will you?

Jack. Yeah.

Strange one just been on the phone. A priest.

Oh, yeah?

What did he want to do? Issue me with my last rites, did he? A bloke walked into

a confession.

Told me he was going to kill someone.

Oh, really? What did he do? Told him not to. Gave him three Hail Marys.

He said he met you briefly at James Bar's today.

Father Sullivan's his name.

All right, you're free to go.

Well, I don't need any of this, then.

Just a minute, Mr Sheridan.

This case is far from over.

And if I were you and I wanted to prove that I wasn't in a lady's bedroom or

bathroom, I'd take all the help that I could get.

Do you think this man was James Barr?

I'm sorry, but I don't know.

I was trying to take in what he was saying, get him to talk.

I'd barely started and he'd gone.

But you can't say it wasn't James Barr.

No.

I can't say that either.

And even if I could, I don't think I'd...

Probably just all an appalling coincidence.

But you don't think so.

You see, in my job, coincidence is little pieces of evidence that you can't

explain.

And when you put them all together, you start to get an explanation.

So, did the voice sound familiar?

I keep going over it.

Sometimes it doesn't, sometimes it doesn't.

See, I'm fairly new to the parish. And anyway, putting a face to my fin isn't

the way you hear confession. It's not what you're thinking.

It's the way I'd be thinking.

Anyway, this man, our would -be killer, is he a regular? I mean, does he come in

once a week to confess to a murder or an armed robbery?

He meant what he said.

I suppose if you did know who he was...

That would present a greater problem, wouldn't it?

Because you wouldn't be able to tell me the secrecy of the confessional.

A bit like that film.

That one with, what's his name, Gregory Peck.

And I'm wasting your time.

No, no, no, Father, no, you're not.

But, I mean, you must get the odd nutter in here, mustn't you?

We always do. Every time we get a big murder, we have a queue right the way

around the block. They all want to confess.

I know something about the truth, Inspector.

I know what it sounds like.

And if I'm not wasting your time, you're wasting mine.

Yes, well, um... Look, do you think that you could write it down for me, what he

said?

Word for word.

Yeah, I'll try.

That's all right, is it? You're not under oath. You're not sworn to secrecy

anything like that.

Well, that oath can't justify a priest refusing to help in a murder inquiry.

If there is any connection between what happened in the confessional and

Jeanette Barr's death, then I should have been able to say something, to do

something to stop it.

You just concentrate on trying to remember what the man said.

The connection, if there is any.

You'll find it eventually.

Montgomery Clift.

Sorry, do what?

Montgomery Clift, not Gregory Peck.

Ah, yes.

Yeah, you're right.

Do you remember the title of the film?

I confess.

There's definitely someone in the garden.

It seems that a man stood here for some time, apparently watching the kitchen.

There's several very good prints that Sockhove took casts from.

What? I reckon these were done yesterday.

Well, there was very heavy rain on Friday night, so anything earlier

here. And just up here, sir, is where they think he came over.

There's a gate at the back, normally locked, and that satellite dish would

hidden him from the house.

Forensic affinity, sir. Aye.

James.

James.

Inspector Frost.

What now?

I'd like you to come down to the station, sir, so we can continue our

conversation about the night your wife died.

I'll have George Myers in there as soon as you arrive.

Oh, yeah? Who's that?

Our solicitor.

Oh. Oh, very good.

Come on, George.

Get Mr. Barr's shoes.

Thank you.

I

went

to the house in the afternoon. You know I did.

That's when I saw Sheridan.

Oh, you climbed over the fence in the afternoon. You could easily have done it

at night.

Well, I didn't.

We've got two sightings of a vehicle answering the description of your car

night, right place, right time. I wasn't there. I didn't go back again.

Why didn't you tell us that you saw Mr Sheridan?

Why did you wait for us to prove that it was you that was in the garden?

I thought it best not to be near the place.

Dumb. But once I'd said it, I thought that if I'd changed my story... Look, I

wasn't thinking.

My wife just died.

Well, I've been through the evidence at considerable length.

And I can find no satisfactory answer as to where you were or what you were

doing.

At the time that your wife was killed. If you're innocent, you don't need an

alibi.

Well, we'll let the jury make that decision.

Shall we?

Look, are you sure there's soap in the ladies?

Yes, I'm sure, sir.

Look, sir, we found tyre tracks that matched James Barr's car.

We also found footprints in the garden and some on the other side of the garden

gate that match a pair of shoes found in his house. Now, he said that he wasn't

anywhere near the house all day, so we showed otherwise.

Yes, there's extensive evidence, but nothing actually places James Barr at

scene of death.

It's circumstantial. It's very circumstantial. I can't see any jury

that out. The Bars are a powerful family, Jack. They'll be buying in some

expensive legal advice.

It wasn't helpful to break into the house or to take them out of the pub.

I shan't be using the conversation in the pub, will I?

If Bars lawyers can find any way to

question how this case has been handled, then they'll make something of it.

They'll also fight very hard for bail. They'll probably get it.

Well, that's a good idea.

Well, he's unstable.

We could keep an eye on him.

And harassment will help no one.

All right, go ahead, charge him.

Good. But it is the other matter, of course.

The death of Barr's first wife.

Yes, that had been on my mind, too.

I don't know much about it, but I get a letter every couple of months from the

mother of the man convicted of the murder.

It's Michael King, isn't it?

Yes, I get those, too.

Actually, my old governor, Charlie Fairclough, he got the best.

Elsie King dropped about a ton of manure on his front lawn.

She seems to have accused everyone in the county of corruption, even the chief

constable.

And now, the murdered woman's husband is to be charged with killing his second

wife.

Think about it, Jack.

Harriet Barr was killed by a burglar.

We had an excellent case.

And he was sent down.

Well, I hope you're right.

Otherwise, you've put the wrong man away.

For ten years.

Bob.

Set for tonight.

I don't think he's forgotten. It's just... Well, that overnight crime wait

something. Yes, yes.

No, uh, 8 .30. I'm looking forward to it. Good.

Bye. Bye. I'll see you then.

Yes, that's true.

Sometimes I walk round and round in here and suddenly I don't know what it is.

It's something, an idea of something scratching at the back of my mind.

And I can almost smell my way to the right file. Really? Oh, I thought that

mice. You can't smell that in a computer.

Oh, good.

Marvellous.

Well, I've got a rare treat for you.

The Shetley Archives.

Michael King, ten years ago.

Should smell like old camembert by now.

Oh, come on, where do we start?

It's all in date order.

After a fashion.

Here, here.

Oh,

I remember him.

Yeah.

Not only old files being reactivated, eh, Jack?

Go on, what do you mean?

I've been long past active for years. I'll put you down the same.

Look, if people in this... station, stuck their noses into their work, half

much as they stuck their noses into other people's business, Hornrim Harry's

success rate would be on the Richter scale.

Where is it? Here.

Here you are.

That lot.

Oh, Carl, you must be jokey.

And if you're not back in a fortnight, I'll send down a sniffer dog.

You're pissed.

Yeah, I just needed to... What you need is a way to persuade a court that you

didn't kill your bloody wife.

That's what we all need.

And Alec can't do it for you on his own.

Look, I'll get my head around it tomorrow.

It's not been easy for you.

Everything's easy for you.

It's not for us.

What do you think all this is going to do to Simon and Lucy?

You might not have produced your own children, but you could think about

James, we're all upset.

Fiona doesn't mean it. Yes, I do.

Fiona, we must stick together as a family.

That's what matters.

But try and imagine how James is feeling.

Don't you ever get sick of apologising for him.

Handbag doesn't give us much.

There's plenty of bills.

Clothes, mostly.

Hotel.

And there is a diary.

Any revelations?

No, she didn't write down much. A few initials.

Sometimes Sheridan.

Along with the initials of a hotel.

Sometimes it's the hotels.

B .A. for Bedford Arms. It's a place near Oxford.

Hotel bills from there.

Sheridan says that's where they went.

Far enough away not to be noticed, by the way.

Is that it?

Well, the hotel bills for a meal and a room.

The only odd thing is, it's dated ten days before the murder.

And Sheridan said he hadn't seen her for three weeks.

Right.

All right, get round there and get it sorted.

Farr's lawyers are going to use Sheridan to cast doubt on our evidence.

You tell him that his wife's not interested in how many times he was at

that he was at it. I want his story straight.

Oh, by the way, if I don't see you later, have a good evening.

Is that a pointed remark?

I don't know what you mean.

Good. Because if I get one more knowing bloody look from anyone in this station,

I'm going to recommend your transfer to uniform.

Charlie?

Jack Frost.

Fine. No, fine. How are you?

Listen, I've got to have a word with you.

Father, will you hear my confession?

I was just about to lock up. I've got to talk to someone.

Ah,

so what sort of things do you detect, Jack?

Stolen car?

Burglary? Well, you name it, I do it.

I don't guarantee to catch anyone, though.

Unfortunately, that's not too true, isn't it?

I beg your pardon? Well, we're told how hard the police work, but all we ever

hear is no resources.

Yeah, well... And when the people get caught, the judges always seem to be on

the side of the criminal. Why, even if you try to protect yourself, you're the

one who's most likely to end up in jail. We're not even safe in our own homes

now. No, that's true, especially if you consider rape or murder.

There you go. Even the police admit it.

Do you realise that most women are raped by people they know?

And most people are murdered by people they know.

So statistically, you're safer with a complete stranger.

Discipline and complaints.

Open up.

Now!

What are you doing to my guests, Jan? No one's drinking.

Well, they've all brought their cars. You should have warned them in advance

that I was a copper.

Then, of course, we might have been alone.

Would you get me some more orange juice?

Oh, yes, ma 'am.

Thank you.

Oh, dear.

This is no way to do it. I should have known better.

What?

Well, I wanted to see you on my own.

To talk?

Not about anything in particular, but without... Oh, I don't know.

Without feeling there were things about myself I couldn't say.

I lost my nerve and invited... It was like looking up the recipe for disaster

and doubling the quantities.

Well, then.

Well, um, next time, cut down on the invitations.

I wanted you to carve.

Well, yes, of course. Right.

What was that?

Oh, that's you getting me excited, that is.

Oh,

I believe this.

All right,

what's going on? I've got an urgent call.

Discipline and complaints walked in half an hour ago. I tried to get hold of Mr

Mullet.

That's what it's about. It's about the soap they've caught up with him at last.

Jack, they're in your office.

Inspector Frost, we've met once before. All right, cut the introductions.

What's this all about?

I'm Detective Superintendent Bailey. This is D .I. Moore.

We're investigating a number of matters relating to C .I .D. at the old Shetley

station during 1985 and 6.

One of the cases concerns the murder of Harriet Barr.

Strangely, the files are on your desk.

I've just charged James Barr with the murder of his second wife. I'm in the

middle of an investigation, all right? So, get out of my office.

This is my investigation.

Precisely the other way round.

You are suspended from duty, effective immediately.

You will surrender your warrant card.

You will leave this office and this station.

You will talk to no one and take nothing with you. You will make yourself

available for interviews as and when required.

Inspector,

I talked to James Barr last night. He came in for confession.

Oh, well, I hope he feels better.

Did he confess to the murders of both Mrs. Bars, or was it just the most

one? Still, I don't suppose he mentioned the first one, as he was absolved last

time round.

I'm trying to help.

I listen to him talk about his marriages, his job, his family, all

stuff.

He's not had it as easy as you think, and he's not a man with murder in his

heart. He's a killer.

Maybe twice.

Anyway, if he needs a character reference, I'll send his solicitors

you, shall I?

Here's the confession.

The man in the confessional, you wanted me to write it down?

Yeah. Oh, right.

Thank you.

Listening to James last night in the confessional, I know it wasn't his voice

heard. So he didn't drop round to tell you what he was going to do.

He's not as daft as we thought, is he?

Anyway, Father, I'm off the case.

I'm under investigation for falsifying evidence.

One confession too many, you might say.

You don't have to prove yourself, Sergeant, if you're working in here.

I've taken what I need, sir. Then he can bring it back.

It's an order, not a suggestion.

I'm sorry you've all been moved. This is now discipline and complaint.

Off limits to Denton CID.

Don't bother.

I've heard it all and I'm not impressed.

If Inspector Frost's clean, then the quicker we get on, the sooner he'll be

back. And as far as the investigation into the murder of Jeanette Farr is

concerned, it may be relevant to what we're looking at.

It's no longer a sensitive job. I'll be taking over.

Sergeant Toulon will be attached to D &C.

Hang on a minute, sir. Order. No suggestion.

Superintendent Bailey has cleared it with your chief.

There's no shortage of loose end to tie it.

Start with Sheridan.

Start out whether he saw her ten days before her death at the Bedford Arms. He

still says he didn't.

If there's a hole in this evidence, James Barr's lawyers might pull their

through. Yeah, I know, sir. Inspector Frost. He's off the case.

Remember it.

Place is in chaos.

They're shifting CID out, en masse.

What they're doing is setting up a station within a station.

No one's to go in there, including me.

Yeah, it's not very good for Denton's image, is it, sir? The image of the

station is not my chief concern right now.

What about you? What have you done about representation?

Someone from the Federation, maybe? A solicitor, perhaps?

No, that's not my style.

Jack, try and keep your style. Under control.

I don't always like the way you do things, but whatever our disagreements,

have the highest regard for your integrity.

And I shall be making that clear at the highest level.

Well, don't try too hard, will you? No!

Mr. Mullins, I'd like to make a start with Inspector Frost.

Superintendent? I'm concerned that Inspector Frost has no communication

officers here.

Are you telling me that when one of my senior officers is suspended, I can't

speak to him?

Makes it tidier.

Let me remind you, Superintendent, that this is my station.

I have a responsibility for the people who work here, and I intend to ensure

that Inspector Frost feels that he's being treated properly.

I expect your investigation to be conducted by the book.

You can rest assured.

I know that book.

Very well, indeed.

In the middle of a current murder investigation, you spent four hours

looking for files on Harriet Barr and Michael King, a case that was wound up

years ago.

Yes, well, when I've got something on my mind, I deal with it. Harriet Barr's

death was on my mind.

So, having found the files, you then went to see ex -Chief Superintendent

Fairclough. Yes.

Because I found a statement that contradicted evidence from a main

against Michael King.

Do you know why this piece of evidence didn't reach the courtroom?

No. Well, you say it wasn't in the file that was sent to the DPP.

But in another file, where it had apparently sat quite undisturbed for

ten years.

Yes. But when I entered your office, Stephen Mitchell's statement was on your

desk. Yes, I told you, I found it in an envelope that was hidden in the back of

the file.

I spoke to Mitchell this morning.

Yes, well, I would have done the same thing myself.

At Chief Superintendent Fairclough's suggestion.

What? Mr Mitchell remembers all this very well.

He remembers coming forward to make his statement.

He also remembers being told he wouldn't be required to give evidence.

When he queried this... He was told to forget he'd ever seen Michael King on

night of Harriet Barr's murder, unless he wanted to go down for a couple of

years too.

Who told him that?

Inspector Pearson.

Oh, come on!

There's a bandwagon rolling here, isn't there?

Let's get Michael King out of prison and do a couple of coppers at the same

time. All we know at the moment is we've got to ask James Barr some questions.

Also, there's some questions to be asked about unreliable evidence. Now, I don't

know why Inspector Pearson chucked out Mitchell's statement.

He may have a good reason to have done so, but I tell you this, you can accuse

Pearson of anything, because we buried him last week.

That's as may be, Inspector.

But if I was worried about a bit of iffy procedure that might be just about to

resurface as a miscarriage of justice, making sure it wasn't there wouldn't be

bad move.

But it was me that was opening up the case on James Barr's first wife.

When you found conflicting evidence, why not go straight to your senior officer?

I did.

And both Mr Mullet and I agreed that the death of Jeanette Barr raised doubts on

the earlier investigation.

I'm talking about the point at which you located this conflicting evidence.

Evidence you say you knew nothing about at the time.

Yes, that's right, and I still say... Either your DCI or the Chief

Superintendent.

Instead, you went to see your old governor.

Yes, I went to see what he remembered.

The detectives in Chief Superintendent Fairclough's firm were all very loyal to

him. How far do you take that loyalty, Inspector?

Charlie Fairclough was one of the best detectives this country's ever seen.

He put away more serious villains than you've had ladders in your type.

In the days where men were men and women did the typing and made the tea?

turn of phrase, Mum.

Well, try this turn of phrase, Inspector.

There's more than one dubious conviction down to your old governor.

I'd have liked to keep this investigation out of sight until I was

of them. But I'd been forced to move, just like you.

So, this case comes first.

But don't worry. You were around for some of the others.

And so was your friend, George Eyre.

The man who saw Michael King in Shetley at ten o 'clock.

You might be surprised just how often his evidence puts people away in Charlie

Fairclough's cases.

Totally overgrown.

Further up, we've got Italian telenoves, and it's built as a walk around Europe.

Charlie? I thought they'd have told you not to speak to me.

Superintendent Bailey's not going to be amused.

Yes, well, it's not the first time I've disobeyed an order to get to the truth.

And that's what you're going to tell me.

The bloody truth.

The King case is down to two conflicting sightings.

One from his mate, a thief.

The second from a thief who wasn't his mate.

Ah, there's a bigger smell.

I know what Michael King was. Can you remember a single thing that said, King

did not kill Harriet Barr? I mean, have you got James Barr confessing to it?

They've had a word with George Eyre at Strangeways.

The same George you couldn't place last time I mentioned him. It was his

evidence that sent Michael King down, and he's sticking to his story.

Why shouldn't he?

Charlie, that Miss Bailey is a clever detective.

She's had a word with George's missus. Oh, she thinks very highly of you.

She told her that you often slip her 50 quid, you know, just to help out.

You run a pension fund for all your old grasses.

George.

Give me some favours. Oh, yeah.

Charlie, you know something?

You were the one man who persuaded me that this job was worth doing.

And when the crap piles up, I remember what it's like to work with a real

copper.

I respected you too much then to smell a fit -up.

But I certainly smell one now.

Jack!

You know what's happened to the force.

Sorry, service.

The mullets have inherited the earth.

The villains are walking out of court with grins all over their faces, ready

sue any copper that breathed on them.

You don't get results without getting your hands dirty.

Now the rules say you're on a charge if you've got dirty fingernails.

Oh, I'd save your long speeches for your memoirs.

And what about the villains we can't touch?

The ones having lunch with their stockbrokers when there's a murder, an

robbery, or a ton of coke going through the docks.

I got a lot of those people sent down, Jack.

Our governor thanked us for it, remember?

The politicians thanked us for it.

And the good citizens slept easier in their beds.

So, some of the evidence wasn't kosher.

In that case, the copper who set it up shouldn't complain when he finds himself

on the slab.

I was doing what everybody wanted us to do, putting villains behind bars, and

don't tell me you never moved a bit of evidence when it might do some good. All

right.

All right, so I did bend the rules occasionally, but I never broke them and

threw all the bits away.

That Michael King, come on, he was hardly a crime boss, was he? He was a

Killer.

When he walked from that GBH, he made us look stupid.

He made you look stupid.

There was no need to fit him up for murder.

What are they going to do to me, Jack?

Stop inviting me to reunion dinners.

They might have to kick somebody out for the press or the do -gooders.

You'll do.

You know, there's never a day goes by when I gaze out the window and wonder

I'm going to do with what's left.

The job was everything, even with the family.

Now I'm just filling in time.

What have you got, Jack?

A medal in a drawer?

I should think hard before you hold your hand up to the sacrificial lamb.

You know where I live?

Always keep your door locked, George. People get mugged this way. Jack.

You know I'm not allowed to talk to you. I don't want to be landed in it.

Well, neither did you die, did I? But I am. Right up to my neck.

You didn't ask to work with him. No, but I'm bloody glad you are.

Oi, come on. What's green mean? Green, green.

Sheridan's adamant he wasn't at the hotel that day.

He was at home with the wife.

Very handy missus for alibis.

So how was Superintendent Bailey?

Well, I'd like to be able to say that she's every sort of cow under the sun,

unfortunately she's quite a big popper.

Mrs Sheridan gave quite a good performance as a woman scorned, and

only alibi.

She was dodgy once. You'd better check the hotel.

Oh, I have.

I've been on the phone.

Now, the manager clearly knew Mrs. Barr and Sheridan by sight.

The description of the man she was with that day is a bit hazy, but it wasn't

Sheridan.

Hmm.

What about the bill?

Right. I've got it here somewhere, I think.

Here we are.

It's for a meal.

A double room for the night. He thinks they left by six that evening.

Oh, well, thank you very much, George. Well done.

What? Well, so far, all you've given me is she could be having lunch with her

bloody bank manager.

Anyway, I'd rather see the real thing. This is a photocopy. Oh, I know, but

that's what was in her bag.

That's interesting.

James Barr.

What do you think of him?

Oh, I don't know.

Father Sullivan's a bit concerned, but... Oh.

Yeah.

This is dead as far as D .I. Moore is concerned, isn't it?

I think I'll keep it.

Jack, if I were you, I'd stay out of this.

Well, thank goodness you're not me, George.

We'll just take it easy, eh?

Yeah, I think I will.

I hope everything looks satisfactory, sir.

Very nice.

The waitress told me you were asking for some information about guests who've

stayed here.

I have to say, we're not in the habit of discussing our guests with all and

sundry. The Bedford Arms has a reputation as one of the best... Yes,

hotels I know who rent rooms by the afternoon have a reputation as a

shop.

I'm a policeman.

Sit down.

Perhaps we could, um...

Perhaps we could take a walk or... Yeah, all right.

If

someone

books a room for the night and checks out early, it's hardly my business.

There are emergencies.

Mr Ragdale, Jeanette Barr's been coming here over a period of months with a man

she was having an affair with.

They left at six o 'clock every evening. Now, what do you call that? A

predictable emergency?

If you already have the information you want, I really don't see the point of

this.

I spoke to your sergeant yesterday about Mrs. Barr's last visit here. With a

different man?

Yes.

Obviously, I was as shocked as anyone by news of Mrs. Barr's tragic death.

Yeah, I bet you were.

I bet she was a good tipper, wasn't she?

Did Mrs. Barr usually ask for a copy of the bill?

No.

But she did on this occasion.

Now, Mrs. Barr's only slightly less disorganized than I am. Why would she

copy of the bill when she's already got the original?

Mrs. Barr always settled the account herself, but on this occasion, the

gentleman did.

Cash.

She asked me to give her a copy of the bill when they left that afternoon.

Without the gentleman knowing.

Knowing.

Thank you, Mr. Ragdale.

The Lord be with you.

Almighty God bless you.

The Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit.

Go in peace to love and serve the Lord.

Hello. I've been looking at this confession you gave me. It doesn't say

much, does it?

Ever thought of getting advice on your mood swings, Inspector?

You what?

So, you're back on the case? No, no, I'm still suspended.

This bit's a bit interesting.

Salvami Fons Piatis.

Latin.

Yeah, Pierre Tantus. It's from the old funeral mass.

Save me, oh, source of pity, something like that.

I didn't think you did that anymore, though, did you?

Yeah, it must be somebody with a very long memory, or someone who spends a lot

of time listening to Verdi's Requiem.

No, it's not what you'd expect.

From James Barr?

No.

Tell me something further.

What makes you think that James Barr didn't do it?

You see, I can't speak to anyone. I can't speak to my officers or any of the

witnesses, and that includes James Farr.

But I know he talked to you the other night for a long time about all sorts of

things.

James knows nothing about the murder.

And he's genuinely appalled that the death of his first wife is being

investigated again.

I'd like to know what he said, exactly what he said. Look, you know I'm trying

to help.

It doesn't mean I can just go and repeat his confession.

I can get suspended too, you know.

The other day you were pouring out guilt after someone came in and asked

forgiveness because they were going to kill someone.

Well, maybe they went out and did just that.

I don't know.

Maybe you should have said something to stop them. I don't know.

Tell you what I do know.

James Barr is probably going to go to prison.

Now, if you have a reason why he shouldn't, you better decide whether

going to help me find the truth or not.

Hello, Father.

Hello, Father. This is where they park all the old priests, is it?

Yeah. Before I got the priest colors, I thought they'd just beam us straight up.

Rich has a job retiring us.

You lose your parents, you lose your family.

See, that happens here in the late 40s.

What celibacy really means.

Not sex, but... a woman that you love, that you're going to grow old with.

Kids.

Yes, well, you don't have a monopoly on that.

Father Clark.

Inspector Frost.

How do you do, Father?

You're the policeman who wants to know what people say in confession.

Well, I have to tell you, it's none of your business.

Are you a Catholic?

No.

They say that ignorance is no excuse in the eyes of the law.

It's no excuse in the eyes of the Lord, either.

Yes.

I gather that what Father Sullivan wants me to talk to you about is something

that was said to him in confession.

But it wasn't said to me in confession. Not that I've any idea what was said to

Father Sullivan.

But if we haven't too much idea of what we're talking about, well, there can't

be any sin in that.

We'd like some tea for the whiskey.

About James Barr, Father.

James was an altar boy when I could get hold of him. He always had something

infinitely more interesting to do.

His wife said that he was a bit, well, a bit obsessive about his religion.

You're saying, but not when he was a kid, though.

At 11, this world is infinitely more interesting than the next.

What about his brother?

Alec?

Yes, Alec.

He was the religious one, that's right. I put him in the choir.

I had to find something for him to do.

I felt uncomfortable with all his piety.

A boy of that age should be looking for mischief, not telling his rosary.

What you're saying was that James didn't want to know about the church, yet you

couldn't get Alec out of the place.

I mean, surely you got that the wrong way around.

I was booked in for senility, but it hasn't come through yet, Inspector.

But I do need more prompting.

Things are starting to get a little vague.

So how did they get on together, I mean, James and Alec? There were problems.

I think the bars were having financial difficulties.

It all hit Alec.

Very hard.

And his behaviour was difficult.

Very difficult.

What happened, Father?

I became very jealous of his brother.

It started with toys being broken, books torn up.

Then I believe James's pet was killed.

Then he set light to some clothes and gutted James's bedroom.

It was all very hard for the family.

How long did this go on for?

Well, Alec spent some time at a special school.

He came back a spotty adolescent, but still with too much piety and not enough

faith.

And healthily, more interested in girls than what his brother was up to.

Yeah, go on. Was there still something wrong?

He made a point of taking James's girlfriends off him.

But he grew out of it eventually.

He'd still sneak into confession if he felt he'd done something bad, thinking I

wouldn't know who it was.

And always insisting that I conduct the proceedings in Latin.

Thanks for coming, Charlie.

Yes, well, that doesn't mean there's anything to say.

Are you off to see Miss Bailey?

That's right.

I'm not going to say much to her either. Practically nothing, in fact.

No, you've just got to keep your mouth shut, that's all.

That's about the size of it.

You and Alec Barr.

You really believe he did it?

Twice, Charlie.

Twice.

This is where we found Jeanette Barr's body.

You used to return to the scene of the murder, remember?

I often do it.

You know, these investigations, they can drag on for months, years sometimes,

and you tend to lose sight of what it's all about, how it all started.

It started with a real man or woman, a body whose life has been beaten out of

it.

That's why we're here.

For that man.

Or that woman.

I know you've been talking to her, Priest Jack, but sermons are not your

If I don't get back on the case, Alec Barr is going to walk.

It's down to Bailey now.

She's not close enough.

We've got one final crack at him.

That's all.

And I need to take it.

So you want me to go and get you off the hook?

Tell Bailey it was all down to me.

Well, it was all down to you, Charlie.

That woman's body wouldn't have been down there if you hadn't screwed up the

first time around.

If you hadn't wanted to fit someone up instead of carrying out a proper

investigation.

You might not think that you owe Michael King anything for those ten years.

But you think about those two dead women.

This is unfinished business, Charlie.

Let me finish it.

I have to point out that you're entitled to legal representation.

Next time around, Superintendent.

You, stand over there.

As far as this session is concerned, I'm prepared to make a brief statement,

which you can consider on or off the record.

There's nothing off the record in any investigation of mine.

Well, that'll probably put very serious constraints on your career as a

detective.

I'm prepared to cooperate with your inquiry.

However, cooperation brings conditions.

I'm not here to make deals.

I can create enough confusion to have you running around in circles till

missed two promotions and I've gone to meet my maker.

Or to listen to threats.

If there was any error of judgment under my authority, I'd take full

responsibility.

The only officer I confided in fully is now dead.

My cooperation means you drop any possible charges against any detectives

may have worked for me, like Jack Frost.

Jack always played it straight.

I can't agree to that.

You'll have to find someone who can.

Oh, by the way, Superintendent, next time I expect someone of my own rank to

present. That's the correct procedure. I don't think retirement precludes that.

I'm sure I'll hear from you.

OK, Mr Fairclough, you have your deal.

We'll start taking your evidence at 0900 Alves tomorrow.

You know where to find us at FHQ.

You're a lucky man, Inspector.

Oh, is that what we say now to suspects when they're found innocent?

You're lucky.

I thought you'd have been relieved that my only crime was believing in Charlie

Fairclough.

But there again, I mean, what's one old copper who's taken the wrong road? Not

many brownie points in that, is there? Not like uncovering a network of

corruption.

It's only Fairclough's word.

And he was telling the truth.

And that's what it's all about, isn't it? Really, the truth.

That's where our loyalties are.

Not in clocking up convictions.

But there again, if the truth doesn't suit you, you can always do what Charlie

Fairclough did.

He invented it.

And no -one noticed.

You have to trust people that you work with.

Unless you have a very good reason not to.

I mean, there's no other way.

So I'm going to find the truth. That's what's going to get Michael King out of

jail and put away a murderer.

And not by what your opinion is of me.

Come on, get back to work.

It's not ladies' night at the Masonic Lodge.

Mr Mullet.

Superintendent.

Goodbye.

You're back, Inspector.

If you think you can just walk in here and talk to James... No, no, it's you I

wanted to chat to.

Thank you very much, Mrs Barr.

Yes, well, the thing is, I don't think that your brother killed his wife.

You've arrested Sheridan? No, no, Mr Sheridan is innocent. He's got an alibi.

Your brother would have had an alibi, too.

Had he gone to Bristol on your instructions?

Mr Sheridan wasn't the only recipient of Jeanette's favours, was he?

Having an affair with your sister -in -law isn't very nice.

But that's more in Father Sullivan's area than mine.

Your brother and your wife, they don't know, I presume.

Don't try and protest.

Got a witness from the hotel.

It's not what it seems.

No, well, it's not for me to judge, is it, sir?

I mean, we must face these things ourselves.

Mia culpa, as they used to say.

Anyway, can you tell me where you were the night your sister -in -law was

killed?

I was here.

My wife was at a charity dinner, my children were at a party.

Are you reduced to throwing accusations at anyone who's spent the evening alone?

No, not anyone, Mr Barr.

Shall I tell you what I've got?

Now, I don't know what happened the first time around with Harriet.

You got away with it.

You seem to be getting away with it the second time around.

But be that as it may, let's look at it another way, shall we?

We've got proof that you spent the afternoon in bed with your sister -in

Now suppose, just suppose that your brother found out. That would be a

powerful motive for him to want to kill her.

Now she was a big shareholder in the company. She was trying to screw money

of Barr Electronics. That's another reason why James would want to kill his

wife.

So you see, if I can't prove anything else,

And you won't budge. I'm afraid your brother James is looking at somewhere

between 10 to 15 years inside.

How do you think he will survive jail?

I mean, you, you've got through that special school, haven't you?

But they'll eat him alive.

My brother is innocent, Inspector.

And so am I.

All this... All this just shows how desperate you are.

You don't believe a jury would convict James, either.

If there's any more of this, I'll have to bring in my solicitor.

There will be more of this.

You know that.

Alec Barr.

This is Father Sullivan.

The thing is, I need to speak to you before I go to the police.

What do you mean?

What's all this about, Father?

I think you know that, Mr. Barr.

I know my family is under a great deal of pressure.

I'd have hoped even the modern church would give support and prayer.

Instead of which, you phone me with some bizarre threat.

I am not threatening you.

You said...

You had to talk to me before you talked to the police.

I don't know what nonsense you've dreamed up, but a priest... Mr. Barr, I

it was you who came into my confessional the day before James' wife was killed.

I know it was your voice. You said you were going to kill someone.

I'm quite prepared to testify to that if necessary.

But the best thing for you to do is to go to the police and tell them what

happened.

What sort of priest are you?

And what sort of brother are you?

Anything I've said is sacred.

It's a sacrament.

You bastard!

You are not going to destroy my family.

I wouldn't let that cow, Jeanette!

And I won't let you!

That's why I had to kill her!

All right, it's over, Mr. Barr.

I said it's over.

She didn't care about James.

About the family.

A money -drubbing tart.

He'd given her shares in the company in her name.

His shares.

Didn't tell me.

Our American partners were ready to buy them.

Strip our assets, junk us.

It was business trouble.

She was using that.

She wanted a million pounds to sell back the shares, and so what if she broke

us?

And the affair?

There was no affair.

Just that day, I met her in the hotel.

To try and persuade her to sell the shares for a more reasonable sum. I

she'd agreed to everything.

She was playing me.

I'd always had... She could look at you and make you feel...

It was blackmail.

That's why she did it.

In the end, I didn't have a choice.

So it was a question of business.

What about your brother's first wife?

That wasn't business, was it?

That was jealousy.

Because that was the one thing of your brothers that you couldn't make your

took it from him.

Well?

He's gone, sir.

All right, go on, keep going back.

and mysterious God. We commend to you Alec, your servant.

God, how the sins he has committed through human weakness.