All language subtitles for A Touch of Frost Season 06 Episode 01 - Appendix Man 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Cross. I didn't mean
to startle you.

We're only a wee bit too late this
morning.

We overslept.

Donald got a terrible migraine.

Nice sport, isn't it?

I was thinking of taking it up myself.

Slow and gentle.

Must get a lot of thinking done, do you?

Thinking, you want? Triathlon
University.

Competition, this is.

I saw a bloke catch a body in here once.

About a year ago, it was.

I don't know what it weighed, but it was
half a big one. Look, haven't you got

anything useful to do? You're
frightening the flaming fish.

Sorry, yeah.

Hi, Debs. Just off.

What's that? You and Amy and her?

Smell it, if it was.

Just a little something to brighten my
liver up.

How's the physio therapy?

I don't do physio. It's aromatherapy,
and you know that very well.

Fine, thank you, Meg. I'll see you
sometime.

Night, lads.

else you care to say to us?

No, sir. You've been most considerate.

What about you, Chief Constable?

Nothing, Chairman. I think the file
tells us everything we need to know.

Well, then, thank you, Superintendent
Manette. I have to say you answered all

our questions very lucidly.

We shall decide to recall you for the
final round.

You'll be hearing from us within the
next seven days.

Thank you.

Nicely done, Mayor Mullet. You realise
they were very pleased.

Glad to hear it, sir.

Competition's weak, too.

One word in the ear, though.

Denton's timesheets. I'm informed they
were late again last month. It is very

important to keep a tight ship in the
circumstances.

Remember, performance is the big
buzzword now.

Yes, I do know that, sir.

How's Jack Frost, by the way?

Awful, that young Barnard's death.

Must have been a real blow for Jack.

A lesser man would have resigned from
the force.

Colonel, a word in your ear.

D .S. Wallace, sir.

Ah, D .S. Wallace.

Welcome back.

Thank you, sir.

How was the college?

Course went very well, sir.

Ambition.

It's a very fine thing.

I'd like to renew office.

Yes, things have changed a good deal
since you were here last, for the

think. There's a modern, professional
attitude right through the station.

You heard about D .I. Frost?

Yes, sir.

Although I'm surprised you resigned.

Resigned?

Who told you that? No, no, no, no. The
fact is I granted him extended

compassionate leave.

The death of D .S. Barnard hit him
particularly hard.

Well, he always was an emotional
officer.

Me too, sir.

I was very close to him once.

What? Frost?

I met D .S. Barnard.

Really. Man, at the top, it's always the
last to know about these things.

Does that mean Inspector Frost is coming
back, sir?

Um, well, it's better assumed not.

When I... The fact is, Sergeant, his
leave has put me in a very awkward

position. Well, you knew him, you know
what I'm talking about.

Frankly, he left the place a perfect
tip.

Always was his way.

Well, it's no longer our way, Sergeant.

First job, I wanted to take over his
office, working to me.

Sort it all out. Just go through
everything.

Unfinished cases, untranscribed
interviews, notebooks, staff recharges,

timesheets, the lot.

Well, no witch hunt, mind, but, um...
Well, I need a very tight ship

in the next couple of weeks.

Oh, it's you. How did I guess?

No, not this one, not this time.

Yes, I know that's what we've done in
the past.

Up yours, too.

Close your eyes.

Hazel! Hello, George.

It's good to see you again.

Well, Mullet's given you Jack's old
office, I see.

Could do with a perfume spray.

He's asked me to go through his
paperwork.

Rather you than me.

Did you hear about Jack?

Yeah, Mullet said he's on compassionate
leave.

Crafty old devil.

No, Jack resigned.

But Mullet doesn't want to upset the
Chief Constable.

Jack always was his favourite copper.

Yeah, I remember.

What's he doing there?

Oh, wandering around Denton, dreaming
he's free at last.

Mr Frost.

Nice day.

Was it?

I meant yours.

No, not really, Brian.

No, not really.

Donald's doing Eggs Benedict tonight.

One of his specialities.

He should really be in a restaurant.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's all right, Brian.

All right, thanks.

Good evening, Norman.

Oh, good evening.

It's a coup for Denton, the Lydian
cortex.

Yes, yes, absolutely.

Well, well.

The bill goes classical.

I take it we're off duty for once.

You fail to recognise me without my
mortuary gown.

Derek Simpkins, your friendly
neighbourhood pathologist.

Yes, of course.

You know, Superintendent...

I never had you down for a lover of
serious music.

Ah, well, I'm not, really. It's my wife,
Elspeth. She belongs to a small music

club, you know.

Ah, there you are, Diana.

Remember Superintendent Mullet? Yes, of
course. Waiting

for my wife, yes.

How long wait, I'm afraid?

In that case, let's get seated.

I can't bear to have music interrupted.

You're not, sir, lad. This could take
ages.

Do you think Jack ever filed a single
thing in his life?

No, he thought the filing cabinet was
the same as the fridge.

Have you found anything on the Black
Farm murder?

Black Farm? Yeah, take a look at that.

It happened about eight years ago. A
rich farmer, Jonathan Dale, was murdered

just outside Denton.

A tea leaf called Branson went down for
it, died in prison last year.

Now, this new bloke says he pulled the
trigger.

One of Jack's? Oh, yeah.

Who finds it a nice night out?

Who wouldn't?

Suspicious death, Riverside Department.

Jordan's already down there.

Yeah. Well, off you go.

It's time for your first survey.

It's this room here.

Hey, Chris. What is it, then?

One dead male.

Probable suicide.

The girl from next door, Leonie Viner,
found him when she looked in to feed the

cat. That's her.

Did you put someone with her?

Yeah. A WPC.

Yeah, of course. Right.

Better show me, then.

Right.

Leonie called a doctor. Lives upstairs.

He said he'd been dead an hour, maybe
two.

Got an ident yet?

Yeah, she says he's the tenant.

Lester Bryce Jones.

He lived alone, except for a large bunch
of keys, some nice pictures, and his

cat.

Leonie feeds it sometimes.

She's very distressed. Her mother's not
home yet.

Are you said suicide?

He's been drinking, taking pills.

Could it have been sexual?

No idea, darling.

I'm a married man.

what's this

doctor

probably.

Oh,

well.

Get out your notebook, Diana.

I don't generally take it to concerts,
Doctor.

What's this do?

I don't know. There's a stethoscope in
there as well.

In here, I suppose.

There we are, sir.

What's this, then?

Our art collector.

And you left him hanging just for me.

Mr Lester Bryce Jones.

I presume a doctor looked at him
already.

Yes, sir. He said he was dead.

Brilliant. Can't be faulted, can he?

What of, though?

He thought hanging, sir.

We'll decide that at the post -mortem.

But I see why you need a pathologist.

Anything else the other way, please?

He seems to have taken drugs.

There are more in the bathroom.

These aren't drugs. These are medicines.

Come here, Diana, will you?

What's all this on his eyelids?

It's mascara, Doctor.

Darling, are you all right?

You should have called me.

You don't like me, do you?

Mrs. Viner, let me tell you, your
daughter's been brilliant. She called

doctor and the police. I know she's
brilliant, thank you.

Why did you go in there? To feed
Shangri. I thought he was out.

Anyway, what happened?

I saw him in the hall earlier. He seemed
fine.

Why did he do it?

Kill himself.

Oh, we don't know that he did, Mrs.
Viner.

What else, then?

Surely nobody would want to murder Les.

You knew him quite well, then.

We need a formal identification.

Oh, no, no, no. I didn't know him. Not
really.

He must have relatives somewhere.

Do you know where?

No, I don't know where. I don't know
anything about him. He'd only lived

year. Go away, please. I want to look
after my daughter.

No, I'm sorry.

We're going to have to talk to you again
tomorrow as a witness.

Will you be all right tonight? Of course
she will.

Now, please go.

Mr. Frost, Donald says enjoy.

In that case, I will, Brian. You should
really try muesli sometimes.

It's a lot better for the bowels.

Oh, I need a letter for you.

Oh, blow me.

Good news, is it?

Granny died and left you a massive
fortune.

Well, very nearly. About a year ago, I
burnt my house down because I wasn't

paying due care and attention, was I? So
half a lifetime, you know, went up in

smoke. Doesn't sound like very good news
to me.

No, but I was insured.

God knows how, because I can never
remember sensible things like that.

I'd like to advise you that the process
of refurbishment is complete and your

property will shortly be available for
reoccupation.

I'd say that calls for a can of beans.

So do I.

Let's have some fried bread.

I really wouldn't like to be your
stomach, Mr Frost.

Donald! Mr Frost wants some fried bread.

Why was the Black Palm murder file
removed from the records?

No idea, sir.

It must have been for fresh inquiries.

Well, who took it? Why wasn't it signed
for?

I can't imagine, sir.

This is a disciplinary matter.

I called a press conference on the Black
Farm murder in an hour's time.

Somehow, I assumed it was at the file
with me.

Find DS for us.

She's on a case, sir.

Dead male, Riverside Apartments,
possible murder.

Isn't it all on the computers?

This was eight years ago, Toulon, before
we had computers, if you remember.

Yes, I do remember, sir, yeah.

Sergeant...

I need that file at once.

Now, do I have to start an official
investigation?

Very well, sir.

You'd better come and see.

And what's that?

Ah, well, that must be one of Jack's
little jokes, sir.

At least it hasn't left the building.

You'd better look inside, sir.

I see.

Is that another of Jack's little jokes?

Well, he must have taken the stuff home
with him. Well, he's totally irregular.

Yes, it is, sir.

But I expect he meant to bring it back
when he returned from his compassionate

leave, sir.

Not the only one, is it?

And would Jack like to keep things in
his head?

Right. I want his head, and I want it on
the block.

Find him, bring him to me, and that
file.

Well, I'm not quite sure where he's
living, sir.

Then start a search for him.

Arrest him, if necessary.

Arrest him? Yes.

He's broken procedural rules.

He's impeding an urgent inquiry.

He's bringing the force into disrepute.
You heard me.

Arrest him!

Hello there. Hi.

There we are. All ready for inspection?

Yes, it's nice. Very, very nice.

You'll be pleased to have it back.

After all, home is always home.

Full of memories, family.

You never forget, do you?

No, I know what you mean.

We've restored most fixtures and
fittings and we're willing to pay a

sum for furniture replacement.

Oh, that's very good.

Shall we look around? Yeah, I wonder if
you'd mind... I'd like to look around on

my own.

Yeah, sure.

It's all yours.

Oh, thank you.

My pleasure.

Bye now. Bye.

Certainly has our laundry mark.

You can't tell who it belongs to.

One of the doctors.

Doctor? No.

More likely one of the porters.

Porters?

How much would he earn?

Working on hours?

Say, a thousand a month.

It's not a lot, is it?

If he wants a lot of anything, he don't
work for the NHS.

Anyway, these days it's nothing to do
with us.

It's a privatised service.

All to do with the internal market.

You'd best talk to the contractors.

They might be able to help you.

No, Joyce, sorry.

We never employed a Lester Bryce Jones.

Do you recognise him?

Don't think so.

Nice boy, that.

He isn't loud.

When you employ people, do you check
their drugs record?

If they'd been busted, we wouldn't have
hired them.

How would you know?

If they put it on a form.

Can I see a form?

You

are

joking. Look, all right.

You're going to be in big trouble.

Right. Good morning.

Thank you for coming.

Now, I've called this conference in view
of the recent press story about the

Black Farm murder.

It may seem that there's been a new
development and that we... Jail the

man.

There's no evidence of that, Mr
Longford. A man was tried and convicted

thorough investigation by a senior
officer.

Jack Frost.

Yes. So, this confession in Spain by Mr
Ferdy Giggs... You don't recognise it as

genuine? That is an uncorroborated
interview given by a foreign journalist

well, with someone that we don't know.
You don't know him?

But he was interviewed as a suspect at
the time, wasn't he? By Detective

Inspector Frost.

As far as we are aware, he was never
seriously considered as a suspect. He

claims he was at the scene of the crime.

Does he? He'd have to be if he did it.

What a police record show.

Mr. Giggs's statement will be looked
into and any necessary action taken.

Even reopening the whole inquiry?

Yes, if the evidence warrants it. So, if
you'll bear with me until the full

facts are available, I'll call another
conference then. Thank you very much.

Who's looking for him?

Well,

several things to make the day an
interesting one.

First, apart from being dead, he was
very healthy.

Sometimes. Could he have used a health
plan?

Two, he was gay.

There are certain, well, clear
indications.

This could explain why he used mascara
and faint face make -up.

Might have been an actor, of course.

Three, dental work wasn't done here.

Maybe America.

That's a long way to go to the dentist.

Four, he had a severe fracture of the
tibia, maybe ten years old, so he took

painkillers. Wasn't a drug, either.

A, disease or condition leading directly
to death, macular constriction. the

throat, otherwise asphyxiation by
hanging.

Is that definite now?

Yes. B, other disease or condition
leading to A, drug overdose,

painkillers, dextropropoxy, which may
have produced unconsciousness.

I see.

C, have I reported the case to the
coroner for further action? Yes, I have.

Which will presumably result in a
verdict of death by Mr. Dexter. Could it

been murder?

Well, if he was unconscious, he could
hardly have hanged himself.

Unless you were experimenting.

We'll leave those subtleties to the
coroner, shall we?

Evidence of identification, your
problem.

Diana will give you dental records and
fingerprints so you can check them with

your usual condolence.

I don't know anything about it,
Sergeant.

No, ma 'am.

But for these problems, they ought to
have seen your office.

Check.

Well, how are you?

Well, it's very nice of you to ask.

Since I gather you issued a warrant for
my arrest.

No, Jack, I just needed you back here in
a hurry.

Why don't you sit down?

Now, things are in a real... You do
realise you're still on the strength,

you?

Didn't you get my letter of resignation?

I did, of course. You handed it to me
yourself.

I've kept it here, under lock and key.

Now, I realise it was written in
emotional circumstances.

Yes, it was.

I just wanted to give you time to
reconsider.

Well, both of us time to reconsider.

That's very nice.

And there's me imagining that you were
over the moon.

Jack, I won't deny that life's been
quieter over the last month.

Well, until lately, anyhow.

But you're missed, Jack.

Sorely missed.

You do realise... I heard about your
application for promotion.

Really?

Mind you, it must be a bad time having a
senior officer retire.

Especially the Chief Constable's
darling.

That has got nothing to do with it. The
private ambition doesn't come into this

at all.

The point is that since you've left,
we've had two major problems at this

station, both of them connected with
you.

First, it was the timesheets. You
haven't called me back here to talk

timesheets, have you? These days, we
need to keep a very tight ship.

And now it's the Black Farm murder.

Well, you've seen the press reports.

Seems we can't settle it without you.

Well, that seems to be a very poor
reflection on the other officers,

Because when we looked for the file, it
wasn't there.

And even if it had been, I don't suppose
there'd been anything in it, would

there? Now, I want you to get back to
that case, and this time I want you to

things properly.

Everything in the notebook, everything
on the record sheet, expenses properly

kept, files stored on the computer.
Every problem I have in this station at

moment is down to you and your slipshod
ways.

Just remember, nobody's indispensable.

Well, all right, then, you probably are
indispensable.

No, I think I'd better hold on to it,
sir.

You never know, one of us might want to
reconsider.

Anyway, good luck, sir.

What?

With your promotion. You know, onward
and upward.

Good morning.

Nice to see you go. Thank you.

Yes? Well, come on, tell me. How was it?

Oh, you know, as well as could be
expected.

He said I could either be a D .I.

again... Or go to prison.

Oh, difficult choice, eh?

Yeah, you could... Well, what the hell
is going on here?

Eh? You turn your back for five minutes
and look what happens.

Well, you're lucky you stuffed him at
all.

Mullet said put it in the corridor.

Yeah, but who did this?

Look, they've completely ruined my
filing system.

Oh, thank God. Me.

Well, well.

WPC Hazel Wallace.

What are you doing here without your
clothes on?

I've been made up, Detective Sergeant.

Really? Good. Well done. If I'd known
that, I would have been back weeks ago.

Well, you're one reason I asked for some
time here.

Oh, really?

George, the Riverside Apartments case,
it looks like it might not be suicide.

Well, shouldn't I be told about it,
then?

Frost!

Yes, yes, yes, it is.

Yes, all right.

Hmm? Yes, she is.

Yeah, all right, thank you, Ernie.

That was Ernie Trigg.

He's got something for you downstairs,
and he says...

You're never going to believe this.

I've never seen... It's all right,
Ernie. Go on, just try us, will you?

Oh, right. Now, this death at Riverside
Apartments... It's just been confirmed

as a possible suspicion.

Oh, right.

Well, these are the fingerprints taken
at the crime scene by the soccos.

Most are the victims.

A man we think is called Lester Bryce
Jones.

Yeah, right. Now, get the lights, will
you?

But this one, FC -17, that's an unident.

Except, see, we've got a match.

Prints from our own files.

Identical, right?

Yes, well, yeah.

That's what it looks like, Ernie. Who's
all these?

Well, that's what you're not going to
believe.

Those prints are from an old case of
yours, Jack.

The Appendix Man.

Remember?

The Appendix Man?

Oh, don't be daft.

The Appendix Man died a year ago.

He was fished out of the river. He was
drowned, I know, because I was there.

So was I, Gough. And then because we
couldn't identify him, he was stuffed

the morgue for ten months. They don't do
that without good reason. I know that,

Jack, but... Come on, this is
ridiculous.

Are you trying to tell me that a bloke
who died a year ago hops out of his

coffin, hitches a lift down a riverside
apartment, commits a murder, then nips

back to the graveyard, probably stopping
off at the Red Lion for a pint?

Well, there it is, Jack.

Scientific fact.

He's called Lester Bright -Jones, we
think. But we've still not established

evidence of identity.

Check banks, social security, especially
hospitals.

And another thing, check gay clubs and
gyms. Moving to exercise.

In more ways than one, apparently.

It's all right, thank you, yes. I'm
back, but it's not all good news.

Hornrim Harry is still here.

All right, then. No, come on, let's pay
attention.

It appears that we've got two
unidentified.

One old one and one new one. Now, can
anyone tell me, do they remember him?

We all do, Garth. Yes, but you didn't,
though, did you? Well, that's the

appendix man, right?

Yes, well done, Jordan. The appendix
man. So called because one Saturday last

summer, when Denton Football Club was
playing its big match at home, he walked

out of Denton General in a hospital
gown, even though his appendix was about

burst.

A few hours later, he was fished out of
the river D .E .D.

We thought he might be a head case.

Yeah, well, we checked out everything.

Hospital records, dentistry,
fingerprints, they all came back zero.

Now, is that his stuff, don't they?
Yeah.

So, we had a man without a past, without
a present, and without a future.

Everything that we know about him is
here on this table.

Right, so, come and take a look,
everybody, especially the newcomers.

What have we got?

Hospital gown, hospital bracelet with a
number on it, and his clothes, all good

quality but worn.

And the driving licence. Oh, yes, and
the driving licence.

Now, this driving licence was found in
his jacket pocket, and it's in the name

of Colin Drysdale.

But Colin Drysdale is a local headmaster
who somehow allowed it to be nicked

by a tom.

All right?

So, there you have it, the appendix man.

Was he the criminal or the victim?

Neither. There wasn't a crime, only a
mystery.

He died from drowning.

If he hadn't, his appendix would have
killed him.

Now, he could have jumped or he could
have been pushed.

There wasn't a crime then, but there is
now.

Because his prints were found at the
Riverside Apartments crime scene.

Sorry again, sir.

Yes. But I understood you to say he died
a year ago.

Yes, he did.

But the prints at the scene were fresh.

Yes, they were.

Stand up. What's your name?

P .C. Martins, sir.

Martins. Well done.

Because that's your problem for today,
children.

We've got two unidentified. One died a
year ago, and the other one died a

of nights ago.

So, how did the phantom hand of dead
male one...

Turn up near the corpse of Dead Male 2.

Hmm?

What do you want, Mr Frost?

I'm not doing nothing. Well, I'm doing
this.

Yeah, so I see.

I wanted you to remember last time you
was doing nothing.

When was that, then?

It was about a year ago.

When you were living in the amusement
arcade.

You bought a stolen driving licence for
a tenner from a tom called Nicky Bulmer.

I think you were just doing one of your
good turns at the time.

You must think I've got a memory like a
hippopotamus. Look, I'm an uptight

citizen now.

Mr Blair's looking after me.

I'm on a new employment scheme for young
people, raising my consciousness.

That's very good, Darren. How high is it
now?

Pretty high.

I told you everything at the time. Now,
I definitely recall that.

You blag like a villain.

Mr Frost, that's a cliche.

You remember what I said. There was a
drugs bust. I dropped my licence on the

floor. That's what I said last time.

Isn't it?

Tell me something, Darren.

If there hadn't been a drugs bust, how
would you have got rid of that driver's

licence? Hmm?

I mean, you must have known someone
who'd take it, someone who'd move it on.

Come on, you can tell me, can't you?

Come on, you want Mr Blair to be proud
of you. All right, all right, look.

There's that arty club up on Felix
Street.

The cave club. The barman there sells
stuff like that right over the counter.

Well, that's 2 ,500, and the big oil is
for...

Excuse me a moment.

Can I help you at all?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. You can tell me about these
paintings.

Well, first thing I can tell you,
they're not paintings.

Prints.

Etchings, in fact.

Are they valuable?

Depends on your standards.

Possibly the lower hundredth.

Is there any way of tracing their, um...
Provenance?

Yeah. Not easy to say.

Paintings by leading artists are
generally catalogued.

Lesser work like this usually ends up
with a smaller collector.

Then they could have been nicked.

Well, in that case, wouldn't they be
known to the police?

If you do come across anything about
them...

Would you mind giving us a call?

That's my provenance.

Denton, CID.

Here.

Someone told me something about you.

Said if I needed to change my life, you
could help me out.

How can I help you out?

Well, this person said you might be able
to fit me up with new papers, driving

licence, that sort of thing.

I think you're fitting me up. Who said
that?

Well, I don't know who it was, because I
talk to a lot of people, you see,

because I'm a policeman.

You've got all the papers you want,
then, haven't you?

I've got some more here I'd like you to
have a look at.

Have you ever seen this bloke before?

Have you ever been in here?

Yeah, a while ago.

Never seen him in my life.

Hey, just a minute. I'm finished yet.

Come here.

So you wouldn't have sold him this
driving licence?

About a year ago. Look at the name.
Colin Drysdale.

No, I didn't. Now, don't you tell me,
Porky's, because I know that you bought

this driving licence off a young
tearaway called Darren Matthews. Don't

that you didn't try to sell it on.

Not to him, I didn't.

Right. Mr. Fry.

I thought you were a free man.

What? No idea you came here.

Donald's joining me later.

Get a cocktail.

Oh, um, yeah, I see what you're saying,
Brian. Not now, thanks very much. I've

got to dash, perhaps another time.

Excuse me.

We're making inquiries about a murder.

I wondered if you knew who he is. He
could have worked him one.

Yeah, of course he did.

Casualty Porter.

Well, who is he then?

That, that's Les.

What, Les for Lester? Lester Bryce
Jones?

Les for Lesley.

Lesley Jackson.

Lesley... Les... Lesley Jackson.

You could be in luck.

Listen, I've had a thought.

Maybe the appendix man was gay.

Leslie Jackson was.

Who?

Lester Bryce Jones was also Leslie
Jackson.

Let's see.

Leslie Peter Jackson, born 1960, Perth.
Check him out with the Scottish police.

Not a lot of use, George. This is Perth,
Western Australia.

Australian police, then.

There's an address here.

Infirmary Road.

Before he moved to the Riverside
Apartments. But I'm going to get PC

check it out. Good.

He went to the Captain Cook High School,
Perth, and then medical orderly at the

Les Patterson General Hospital.

Don't tell me. Don't tell me. He then
went on to the Edna Everidge State

University. No, he didn't.

What? Come on. Les Patterson's a
character invented by an actor?

Barry Humphries?

God.

Who's made all this stuff up? Ray
Tolove, yes.

There's probably not even Leslie
Jackson.

No, I wouldn't have thought so.

Come on, don't worry about it. It
happens to us all. I'll tell you what.

I'd like you to show me these Riverside
apartments.

Come on, let's go. Thanks, George.

It's all right.

The appendix man's finger proof for a
whiskey glass on this table.

I tell you what, you could make us both
a cup of coffee.

Garth, I thought you'd come to see a
crime scene.

Yes, but the golden rule in a crime
scene is always check the things that

people hadn't bothered with. Everything
was checked thoroughly.

Was it?

Good.

That means that someone's checked the St
Martin's School of Art.

They should have done, because this book
was borrowed four years ago. Mr

Mullet's going to have a hell of a fine
if someone doesn't return it soon. And

while you're at it...

See if you can find out the name of the
borrower. See if he did an art course

there in 94.

Also see if his name could possibly have
been Lionel Jacques.

All right? Now then, tell me something.

These paintings.

Any good, are they?

I'm a Sagat Bay man myself.

Seems its collector's staff is worth a
few thousand.

Really?

Well, it's not bad for a hospital porter
then, is it?

I suppose you've checked with the art
squad, have you? I haven't come up with

anything.

Now, is anything missing?

Because if it is murder, it helps to
have a motive.

Could be something missing. How do we
know?

Oh, yeah, well, there's the rub.

I tell you what, if it is murder, how
did the killer get in? Because you said

that the front door was locked.

Yes, but the veranda doors were open.

Oh, were they?

Oh, look, it's a cat flap, look.

Hey, come on pussy, come on in.

There you go.

What do you

think about all these other keys then,
pussy?

See?

They've been checked too. The Yale fit
the apartment.

These don't though, do they? No, Gav.

No.

You know what I think? I think that if
you can't find any of his paperwork or

his passport or anything like that, that
may mean that he's got a place

somewhere else, you know?

It's all right. It's all been cleared
up.

OK?

Now then, you... You came in with the
key.

So what did you see? Just take me
through. You were looking for the cat,

Yes. Actually, I liked it when he was
away. Feeding the cat gave me something

do.

Mm -hm.

Just tell me, what did you see before
you found poor Mr Bryce Jones?

I saw pills on the table.

Some on the floor.

Then the cat was yowling, and then I
saw... Yes, yes, of course.

Just think back.

When you first came in, was anything
missing?

The picture, you mean?

Yes, most probably.

So, um, you know, go on.

When I came home from school, the door
was open.

There was a painting on the easel there.

Then when I came for Shangri -La, it had
gone.

Do you know much about painting, Leonie?

Not a lot. I think it was a Hockney.

A Hockney?

Are you sure?

Well, it had to be, didn't it? It had a
swimming pool in it.

Right, thank you. Stay where you are.
We'll be right over.

Gav, that address in Infirmary Road,
someone's been using it. A man in a

hospital coat.

Really?

Thank you. Thank you very much, Leonie.

The neighbours say he comes quite often.

You know, pick up mail and stuff.

Look

at

this, Dub.

What? Address to Mr. Leslie Jackson.

Right. Call for backup.

I want this whole place searched.

Alpha Bravo one six to control.

Hazel!

Oh, thank you.

Mr. Cross, you might have said... You're
not one, are you?

One what?

Not a policeman.

The barman at the cave club told me...
Yes, only in the afternoons. And you

shouldn't listen to gossip, should you?

You don't seem so nice.

Yeah, well...

You're talking about that cave club.

It's a good place to meet people, yeah?

I should talk to her.

That's what it's for.

Come on.

Have you ever seen him, though?

No.

Never seen him before in my life.

Is he a friend of yours?

No, not really. I never knew him when he
was alive.

Now no -one seems to know him now that
he's dead.

Found drowned in a river about a year
ago.

Here.

What about this one? You ever seen him
there?

His name's Leslie Jackson.

Him, I'm not sure.

I think it just might have.

I'll go and ask Donald.

All right?

Yes. Yes, please do, Bron.

Yes?

I don't know if they're the nice man,
but definitely no. Well, all right.

you for trying, Brian.

Can I have another pot of tea? Of course
you can. Thank you.

Morning, Jack.

Well, morning, Harry.

I've had ten quid's worth on pump number
three. There you go. Here's all the

receipts for that. Just this.

Oh, and I want one of these.

A chicken duchesse with a light curry
sauce on wholemeal.

That's expired, I see.

Here, you couldn't let me have 20 or so
of those blank receipts, could you?

You'd be helping me out with a very
important case.

Yeah, of course I can, Jack.

You're a good man. And the song is on
the app.

Ah.

Cheers.

I've seen his bank manager.

Guess how much in his account.

25 ,000.

Oh, maybe I should be a hospital porter.

Maybe.

Anything from the St Martin's School of
Art?

Yes. He was known as Lionel Jacobs
there.

Enrolled autumn 1993 and then quit after
Christmas.

He took a course in... Basket weaving.

No, not at all.

Figure drawing.

Did quite well.

Said he came from Brisbane in Australia.

So that's Perth, now Brisbane.

I bet he came from Sydney.

Unless it was Melbourne.

What about Adelaide?

Anyone seen Jack Frost?

No. Well, Mr Pollock's getting a bit
rattled. He wants things tidied up

What's the news?

Well, he's got another interview in
wait, if they show fingers crossed, eh?

thanks very much.

Art Squad.

They need a detailed description on
those paintings.

But they do say there was a Hockney
among the pictures stolen from Black

They think Jack's lost the file, isn't
it?

Yeah, that's nice.

Oh, I feel better already.

That's because I'm giving you deep
healing along with the massage.

How many clients have you?

A lot of corporate ones, yes.

I've heard it changes people's lives.

We've helped a lot of people discover
themselves.

The trouble with me is I'm always so
busy.

Well, if you can't find a window, I can
always give you a 20 -minute massage at

your desk, assuming you've got a quiet
desk.

Would you like me to take your business
number?

Yes. Yeah, I would.

That's a very good idea.

There it is.

Oh, no, not here, too.

Morning, Gaynor.

Do you want to just go through and
undress? I'll be with you in a minute.

Um, I am busy, as you can see.

Yes, nice work, if you can get it.

I assume this is about the man across
the hall?

Lester Bryce Jones, yes. If that was his
real name. He seems to have been using

quite a lot of names recently.

Did he? I wouldn't know. I knew very
little about him.

That'll be £15, please.

Yes,

all right.

Your daughter, Leonie, has been very
helpful.

Yes, I know.

She's also very upset.

Isn't it time you left her alone?

She's a very clever girl.

Does she know a lot about modern art?

About art?

Not much. She's only 15.

So you would say that she wouldn't know
the difference between a hockey stick...

And a Hockney.

A Hockney?

She reckons that she saw a Hockney
painting in Lester Bryce's flat that

afternoon. Did she?

Only it isn't there now.

Yes, well, I'd say that's about as
likely as seeing the Royal Yacht

the Denton River, wouldn't you?

Leonie is smart.

I wouldn't trust her with your
investments.

Now, can you see your own way out?

Ah, sir.

Very glad to hear you've got another
interview, sir. I want to see you in my

office immediately. I'm just on the way
to... Whatever it is can wait. The Black

Farm murder can't. I've got the press
all over me. Now, have you found that

file? I'm still looking for it. And I
want your timesheet and your petrol

expenses and your report on the
Riverside murder. And what's all this

appendix man?

Morning, sir.

Ah, good morning.

Just bring your coffee. Yes, I think
I'll take it upstairs. Yes, please do.

thank you, Sir.

Well?

I'm sorry, Jack.

No way those prints are wrong.

Cross -checked in the old paper.

Yes, but hang on.

Not all of those prints are ours, are
they? The appendix bands came from the

pathology lab.

Because that's where they took him when
he came out of the river.

You know, Jack, it would help a lot if
you didn't lose all your files.

I don't know, though.

Here, have a sandwich.

Thanks for the tea.

Remember me?

All too well.

I thought you retired from the force.

Suddenly life seemed far more pleasant.

Oh, just for once, this isn't one of
yours.

Really? Who are you doing it for,
friend?

Life.

What is it, Inspector?

Ah, do you remember the appendix man?

How could I ever forget him?

Never identified him, did you? Which is
why he slept in the morgue for so long.

Yeah, well, he's not there now, is he?

No, he's not there now. He went to an
unmarked grave.

You signed the request to the coroner.
Yes, I know.

I've now got to dig him up.

Beg your pardon?

We're reopening the case.

Well, there never was a case.

The man had every right to leave
hospital if he wanted to, however

might have been.

As for his death, he drowned himself,
didn't he?

I would if I was in that kind of pain.

The truth is, John, it's all rather
embarrassing, but they've gone and lost

original... Pathology report.

So I thought I'd just pop in here, see
if you've got a copy in your files.

Now, Anna, will you see what you can do
for this impossible man?

Thank you.

Do you see Jordan?

Joanna Kenworthy at Anstey Galleries.

I thought you might be interested.

Someone just offered us a painting we
feel very doubtful about.

Oh, no, a woman.

There.

Everything you need?

All right.

Thank you.

There is just one thing.

Could you explain to me exactly what you
do when you perform a post -mortem?

I'm sure Dr Simpkins will be delighted
to show you. Do come through.

No, no, sorry, I didn't mean that.

How do you actually make out the report?

It's perfectly simple.

The doctor does the examination.

I make a detailed record.

I do a dental report, take fingerprints,
report on vital organs, cause of death.

Ah, you take fingerprints.

I wonder, would you mind taking mine?

What? No, you see, I'm trying to
understand the process.

I'm trying to see if anything could go
wrong.

Nothing could go wrong.

Well...

Do you live alone?

No.

Are you tired?

I have a brother.

Brother? I always wanted a brother.

Except my dad took one look at me and
thought my mother had suffered enough.

Yeah.

I'm looking at it.

Oh.

Oh, see, thank you. Now then.

So what you do is you fill out this
report, put it in a file like that,

you. And you send it over to us. Is that
how it works? Yes, one here, one to

you. I'm not sure I understand you. You
say you lost the file we sent you. Has

it kept a police record?

Well, if it arrived at my office, it
could have ended up anywhere.

Well, then I don't think you should take
ours.

Oh, all right.

Well, just make a copy of that, will
you, and send it over to my office.

Oh, really, Mr Frost.

Thank you.

What about you and Lee?

Hmm?

Oh, I put them on file.

You never know, it'll save you a job in
case I end up on one of your slabs.

Jack, I've been looking for you
everywhere.

I want to talk about the Black Farm
murder.

Oh, come on, Sandy, you're talking
about... What, eight years ago?

I'm talking now. I warn you, Jack,
you've got a real scandal on your hands.

Our feisty local MP is off to see the
Home Secretary.

Sandy... Ferdy Giggs is a small -time
crook with a big -time mouth who can say

anything because he's living in Spain.

Ferdy would admit to the slaughter of
the innocents if it meant he could get a

big fat cheque out of one of you lot. He
says Mrs Dale hired him to kill her

husband for the insurance.

The Black Farm murder was an art theft
that went wrong. 30 gigs wasn't even

there the night that Jonathan Dale was
murdered.

He was there for the funeral, though,
wasn't he?

Newspaper files, Jack.

That's 30 gigs, isn't it?

Mm -hmm.

That's Mrs Dale.

Yes, yes, yes.

So, you kept this file on the case?

Of course. It's how newspapers function.

You couldn't let me have a copy of that
file, could you? Over at my office, soon

as possible.

Paper cooperates with reinvestigation.

Or have you just lost your records?

My office, soon as possible. Thank you,
Sandy.

Possibly in her early 40s. Quite
intelligent and educated.

Sunglasses, wearing a big overcoat.

And what was the painting?

I recognised it at once. It was a
Hockney.

One of the California swimming pool
series.

No doubt you asked about its provenance.

Yes.

And that's when she said she didn't want
to sell it and walked out.

Hockney.

Wouldn't that be really valuable?

Yes, of course.

A small fortune.

Mrs Dale.

Detective Inspector Frost, Denton CID.

We met about eight years ago.

Yes, I remember.

When Jonathan was murdered.

I've been expecting you ever since I
read that story about Ferdy Giggs.

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

Ferdy Giggs maintains that you asked him
to do the killing so that you could

collect the insurance money on the
paintings. There was no insurance on the

paintings.

Jonathan never bothered.

worth a killing for, is it?

No.

Ferdy is a dealer.

He sold Jonathan a few paintings.

So Ferdy tipped off his friends that
there was something worth taking at the

house. But he wasn't there that night.

No.

We'd been away for the weekend and the
weather turned bad.

Jonathan was worried about his beast.

We came home on the second day night.

And there in the house... Were two men,
right?

Yes. One was Branson.

Who was the other?

We never found out, did we? No, because
he was wearing a balaclava over his

face.

But it couldn't have been Ferdy Giggs.
He was too tall. Exactly.

So, what about your husband's paintings?

One of them was quite valuable, wasn't
it?

Oh, you mean the David Hockney?

Yes.

Yes, his brother gave it to him. Said
he'd been given it by Hockney himself.

Jonathan never insured that either.

He went in the robbery and that was
that.

It was offered for sale yesterday at the
Anstey Gallery.

You found it there?

No. It was offered for sale by a woman.

Oh, and you thought it was me.

It wasn't.

Oh, well, I did wonder, but I don't
believe it was you.

Did you know a man called Leslie
Jackson, an Australian?

I didn't.

Should I have done?

No. Well, just a thought.

Well, thank you very much, Mrs Dale.

Does this mean I might get the paintings
back?

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I honestly don't know.

Something for me? Yeah. Miss Gray
brought this over from the path lab.

to be more careful with at this time.
Oh, thank you. Oh, and this stuff just

came over from the Denton Evening Echo.

And Jack... Yeah?

Mullet wants to see you, and he won't
take no for an answer. Good, because I

can't wait to see you.

I will.

I will.

Yes, I will, dear.

Yes, dear.

Well?

I thought you wanted to see me, sir.

You know I do, yes.

Now,

I'm

being interviewed for the post of
assistant chief constable on Wednesday.

Very good luck to you, sir.

No doubt some people in this station
will be pleased to see the back of me.

no.

In which case, I'd appreciate a good
deal more cooperation.

Everything in this station's fine,
except for three outstanding problems,

one of them to do with you.

You're not referring to my petrol
expenses, are you, sir?

Thank you very much. That's not what I
meant, no.

What about the Black Farm murder?

Yes, here's the file.

Sorry it's been so long.

They're just newspaper cuttings.

Yes, but we've nearly settled the case.

Ferdy Giggs was lying.

He was only after a Fleet Street
handout.

He never was at the scene of the crime.

We've also managed to trace a number of
the Black Farm paintings.

Trouble is, they were in the hands of
Lester Bryce Jones, the victim at the

Riverside Apartments.

But... He does seem to be linked with
the appendix man. So, one investigation

leads to another.

We should have this all cleared up in,
well, you know, no time at all.

By Wednesday?

Wednesday evening, yes,

probably Wednesday, yes.

Well, that's excellent.

Good. Thank you, sir.

There is one small thing that you could
help me with.

I need an exhumation order.

Who for?

Well, I don't know his name.

He's the appendix man.

Well, if you don't know his name, how do
you know you need an exhumation? Well,

I will know his name when I've taken his
fingerprints.

Right. I thought he'd been dead a year.

Yes, he has, but he's been in the
freezer in the morgue until a couple of

ago, so that should present no problem.

You do realise you're putting me under
the most absurd pressure.

Yes, I know, sir.

If you could do it before Wednesday, it
means that we could close all three

cases at once.

You know, just before your interview.

You know, this job would mean a great
deal to Elspeth,

my wife.

It means a great deal to everyone, sir.

I just hope you get a result, that's
all.

I really had to twist the coroner's arm.
Yes, I know. Very grateful.

By the way, did you pass on those
pension receipts? Yes, I did.

Why? No reason.

I just wondered if county was pleased,
that's all.

Will this take long?

No.

Not long, sir.

It's all right, Ernie. Come on, get on
with it. Hmm?

Oh, right.

Now, listen carefully.

This is the fingerprint of the appendix
man taken from our records.

No. And this is the fingerprint taken
from the glass from

Riverside Apartments. They're the same.

And this is the fingerprint taken off
the appendix man's dead body this

Different.

So whose are these others, then?

Well, it's not so much as who.

It's the why and how.

How did a stray set of prints get into
our system?

Someone wanted to disappear?

Maybe someone wanted him to disappear.

Someone didn't want us to find out who
he was.

Maybe he's got form.

Could you check him out?

Yeah, yeah, sure. Give me an hour or so.

It still won't tell us who did the
switch. Could someone hack into our

Only someone on the inside.

It's not a very nice thought, is it?

No, it isn't.

By the way, could you get a set of
prints off that file for me?

Yeah.

What is the matter with you?

Oh, I don't know. My stomach's given me
a chip this morning.

I think it must have been something I
ate.

Really?

All right.

Did the dead man speak then?

Yes, he did.

He said, tell that idle sod Jordan to
get down to the art gallery and find out

who really did offer that Hockney for
sale.

Here you go, sir.

Thank you.

Got a proper eye dent on Lester Bryce
Jones, alias Leslie Jackson.

Oh, what?

He was Leonard Jefford from Adelaide.
How many more names is he going to have?

South Australian police had him on file.

Oh, well, got form then. Oh, mine's
done.

He was part of the gay scene. He was
known around as a bit of an actor and

painter. Worked as a waiter and a
deckhand. And then, in 1993, he decided

come to the big smoke and seek his fame
and fortune.

And the poor sod ended up as a porter in
Denton General.

Don't knock it, George.

You had 25 grand in the bank and a
hockney in the cupboard.

Problem is, how did he get here there
from Black Farm?

All

right,

there you go.

Get those Black Farm files I sent you.

Yes, thank you, Sandy.

Horn -rimmed Harry was very grateful to
you.

What about you?

Change your mind about Ferdy Giggs? I
will never change my mind about Ferdy

Giggs. He tells porkies he always did
and he always will.

He said he did it so that Mrs Dale could
claim the insurance money.

The only problem is the pictures were
never insured. Mrs Dale got nothing.

Are you sure?

Of course I am.

So... Who did kill Jonathan Dale?

It's Branson, the man I put away.

There were two men, Jack.

You never found the other, the one that
got the pictures.

Well, it wasn't Ferdy.

We got the pictures back, well, most of
them anyway.

Oh, great.

Who then, if it wasn't Ferdy?

If you're very good, Sandy, you'll be
the first to know.

What's to do?

Ah, Jack.

Yes, that's me.

The appendix man.

Oh, yeah? What about him? No, I don't on
file. But I've got another match for

you, though.

You'll never guess where from.

Black Farm Murder.

How could you know that?

Because I asked myself a question early.

How could a painting that went missing
eight years ago end up in the apartment

of a hospital porter?

The only answer I could come up with...
It was the appendix man.

Just a minute. You know those other
prints, the stray ones?

I've got a match on them too.

Off the cover of that pathology file.

The one marked dead male one.

Sorry if I startled you, Mr Gray.

Just thought I'd drop by.

Thank you for letting me have that fire.

Don't lose it this time.

No, I won't.

Unfortunately, I seem to have made
another mistake.

Really?

Yes.

You see, one of our rules is that anyone
who is at the scene of a crime must

have their fingerprints on fire. That's
for elimination purposes, you

understand. But unfortunately, we don't
seem to have yours.

Mine?

Yes.

So I was wondering if you wouldn't mind
just popping down to the station.

You know, you've seen mine, I'd like to
see yours.

Is that really necessary?

Well, yes, I'm afraid it is.

You see, we found a set of unidentified
fingerprints on a drinking glass at

Riverside Apartments, and I was just
wondering if they could be yours.

Oh, yes.

I did pick up a glass.

Ah, well, that would be it then,
wouldn't it?

But unfortunately, those prints are
exactly the same as the appendix man's.

Do you see how that's possible?

Mix -up in your lab?

If there was a mix -up, I apologise for
court, but isn't it more likely the mix

-up was in your office?

Oh, yes.

It's very possible.

But you did know him, didn't you, Miss
Craig?

Who did I know?

The appendix man. What was his name?

Ian Preece.

Ian Preet.

Ian Preet.

Thank you.

I know you felt sorry for him once.

You shouldn't have.

He wasn't a nice man. He was a thief and
a blackmailer. I'm surprised that you

knew him then, Miss Gray. He knew my
brother.

David the solicitor.

And homosexual.

As with Ian Preet, who made a habit of
stealing from his boyfriends.

Not just small things.

Paintings, antiques.

If they complained, he threatened them
with blackmail. In the end, he'd taken

everything from David.

And then Preet, the attending man, ended
up here.

I substituted my fingerprint for his.

I knew if you identified Ian Priest, the
whole story would come out and David

would be ruined. I didn't know what to
do.

I didn't think it would matter.

But he was dead anyway.

I wasn't hurting anyone.

left your fingerprints at Riverside
Apartments.

I must ask you this.

Were you involved in any way in Ian
Preece's death?

Of course not.

His death was accidental drowning.

Yeah, well, I'm not so sure about that.
Well, I don't know, but I had no part in

it.

Did you recognize him?

No, I didn't.

Thank you, Miss Gray.

It's going to happen now.

You're going to charge me?

Oh, yes.

Go on, get your coat.

Bit of a mess, you know.

Yes, it's all the stuff from his
hideaway in Infirmary Road.

There's his passport.

He arrived in 1993.

He wasn't even in the country at the
time of the Black Farm murder.

Well, you surprised me. A photograph.

Isn't that the appendix man?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

And did you know his name was Ian
Priest?

Ah. So.

So.

He knew Leslie Jackson before he went
into hospital.

Oh.

Oh, God.

It all fits.

What does?

Ian Pree knows that he's very ill and
has got to go into hospital.

And he's worried in case the authorities
find out who he is and links him with

the Black Farm murder.

So, what does he do?

empties his pocket and goes in with a
stolen driver's licence.

So there he is, right?

Lying on the hospital bed with a burst
appendix when who comes rattling down

ward with his bedpans but Leslie
Jackson.

He killed him. No, no, no, no.

No.

No, I reckon he tries to help him.

Says he'll get him out of the hospital.

Find him a private doctor.

But of course, once a priest leaves the
hospital, he's finished.

He's too far gone.

Firstly, Jackson finds out about that.

And there's only one way to keep it
quiet.

You don't know that.

I know that I don't know that.

I guess it, though.

And then a year later, someone kills
Lester Bryce Jones.

One thing leads to another.

Yes.

I hope so.

Who then?

I'll just be a moment.

Laurie, I can't... Not you again.

I was just having a look at my astral
chart.

Trouble is, I can't remember what my
star sign is. Look, I've got a client.

That's all right. Go ahead. Don't mind
me.

I only came in looking for a painting.

Pamela, would you...

What painting?

A painting of a swimming pool by David
Hockney.

And what makes you think it's here?

Because you tried to sell it two days
ago at the Anstey Galleries.

The attendant identified you.

Do you want to know how?

By your tattoo.

Well, Mrs Viner, do you want me to get a
search warrant?

Or will you just show me where it is?

That painting we found in your shop,
Mrs. Viner, it was stolen in a robbery

about eight years ago.

That's nothing to do with me. I didn't
know.

Oh, that's a pity.

You should always ask about provenance.

Did you know that Leslie dealt in stolen
paintings? No!

Look, that day he came home with a hot
knee.

He wanted someone to help him sell it.

Oh, really?

And what time was this?

It was in the morning. I saw him in the
hall.

He asked you to help him sell the
painting.

What sort of help?

Oh, did I know any galleries or
collectors who might come to my studio?

Oh, and he gave it to you, did he? He
just gave it to you, no, just like that.

Yes, he did.

No, he didn't!

Because your daughter, Leonie, said that
she saw that painting in his apartment

at 4 .30 when she came home from school.

You left and came back again, didn't
you? Why would I?

Because you realised Leslie had
something worth a small fortune and you

your share.

Only what you didn't know was that he
couldn't get rid of that painting

it was hot stuff.

It came from a murder scene.

I didn't go back.

You had a key to the door. You had the
opportunity, the motive and the will. Do

you know what I think?

I think that you and Lester Bryce Jones
was running a nice little racket.

Clients at your studio could buy
paintings with no questions asked. And

and Leslie or Lester or whatever his
ruddy name was could split the proceeds.

Sorry, no way.

Oh, yes.

But this time he wasn't playing ball,
was he?

So I think that you went to have it out
with him.

When you knocked at the door and got no
answer, you used your key to let

yourself in.

When you went in, you found Leslie up to
some sort of deviant prick, probably

high on painkillers, but certainly not
in a position to argue.

I don't believe it.

And then you tightened the belt round
his neck, just to make sure.

Then you opened the doors to the patio.

So it looked as though someone came in
that way. You returned the key to your

apartment. Then you took the painting to
your studio.

Mrs. Viner, I believe that you are
responsible for the murder of Leslie

alias Lester Bryce Jones.

No, it wasn't like that. He was
unconscious.

Yes.

Do you see, Jordan has entered the room
with a note for D .I. Frost.

So he was dying and you offered him no
assistance.

I took the painting.

I was strapped for money. The studio
earned nothing. There were the only

fees. I... I'd helped him before. Not
that I liked him.

Fact is, he made my skin crawl, but the
money was useful.

But this time he was cutting me out, and
as soon as I saw that picture, I knew

what it was.

But it wasn't.

What do you mean?

It was a forgery.

The painting wasn't genuine.

A word in your ear.

I'm really sorry, sir.

Yes.

I think everyone will be really sorry.

Especially Mrs Mullet.

Especially Mrs Mullet.

Did they give you a reason?

Yes, they gave a reason.

There was another candidate that some of
the board preferred.

A woman super from Northumberland.

Very strong on management.

Oh, well, you can't blame yourself,
then.

No, I can't.

I can blame...

Who?

I don't know how you could do it to me,
Jack. You can't blame me. I did

everything that you asked. I cleared up
my three cases. I did my expenses.

Yes, that's what did it.

What?

It seems I foolishly failed to check
your paperwork.

You find those petful little feats
yourself, don't you?

Forge the signatures.

There's someone on the board that's very
quick to point out.

Yeah, well, I mean, I didn't think
that... No, you didn't, E. Joe.

Just get out of my office, Jane.

Go on, get out!

On your way?

Yes, yes, I am. I'm moving into my new
house.

Well, my old house, actually.

Got to start learning how to be a
domestic animal once again.

You should get yourself a cat.

Oh, me?

Yeah, well, I'll stand him.

Anyway, we shall miss you, Mr Frost.

Well, I miss you too, Brian.

You've been a great support.

And Donald, is he here? I never did get
to meet... I'll tell you a little

secret, Mr Frost.

There is no Donald.

It's all just me.

Donald left three months ago.

Goodbye, Brian.