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Ten, fourteen and a half.

Oh, come on, Ritchie. I'm getting really fed up with you.

Maybe it's because I've just come from the hospital where there's a kid lying

a coma.

They've warned you, Jack.

Come on, Ritchie.

It's not like you to get sod all out of you.

I mean, usually you're full of it, especially when you're out there on the

street being Mr. Big.

Waiting for his solicitor.

I'm in my rights.

Your rights.

Your rights.

There's a young student with a good life ahead of him lying in Denton General

Hospital with a brain like a jelly baby because of you.

What about his rights?

to know his name, Richie, eh?

His name is Marty Hall.

That's it, then. Call it a day? Yes.

Let him sweat it out for the night.

He's asking to see his solicitor.

I know.

And a cup of tea.

I expect Mr. Warren is far too busy in court getting some other pusher on,

though, to worry about you.

As he is, of course.

Yes, of course. And then this.

The other officer.

A DS2.

Time's up, Richie.

Now, you and me are going to have a proper chat about where and when you

supplied drugs to Mum.

Who twitched it off?

Not there.

Then, according to my client, they tried every trick to extract a confession.

Mr Dern resisted. He's a strong -minded man.

Physical violence?

Mental. Then, even though I'm Mr Dern's regular solicitor, I met every

obstruction from this station when I tried to get a copy of the tape.

I'm just a local solicitor, Miss Cremant, and I try to cooperate with the

when I can.

And we appreciate that.

But if this got to a top London QC... I hear what you're saying, Mr Warrender.

Thank you for bringing it straight to me.

Oh, well, I never thought to see the great superintendent up here in the

of the week. Well, I'm taking a fortnight's leave, actually.

Sit down.

You know who I am?

Assistant Chief Constable, ma 'am.

Superintendent Mullet, taken from leave.

And I'm overseeing duties amongst other things.

You work with D .I. Frost?

Sometimes, ma 'am.

You were with him yesterday when he detained and interviewed a Mr Richard

Yes.

Happy with the interview?

Well, happy that we'd picked up a big pusher, yes, ma 'am.

Were you?

Are you aware his solicitor has made a formal complaint?

Want to know why?

I thought you might try talking to him, sir.

He won't say anything to me.

Can he?

I don't know.

But they're worth a try.

They're getting three or four of these drug ODs a week.

Yeah, thanks to our friend Richard Dern.

There's an old woman.

Girlfriend. Philly Williams.

Well, out of order, wasn't it?

Yes, it was, Mum.

Who switched it off?

A 20 -year -old boy had just been rushed to hospital in a coma.

D .I. Frost, wasn't it?

No, Mum.

It was me.

Well, if that's your idea of loyalty.

Don't know.

Look, silly, with your help, I can catch this man.

I really don't.

You've seen Marty.

You've seen what he's done to him.

I mean, this guy's wreaking havoc.

If we don't stop him, we'll have half the young people in Denton in here.

Look, his name is Richard Dern.

Is there anything that Marty has, like an address book, a diary, anything that

might help?

I'll see you.

Good.

Thank you.

Skin, eh? Yep.

We make it.

Artificial human skin.

That's what you buffins get up to in the science park.

Yeah, we supply it to hospitals for burns victims and so on.

Functions till the real stuff grows back.

Biogenetics.

Big business, is it?

Yeah, we'll be a quoted company soon.

Yeah.

Tricky one.

You can use this leaf to sharpen up your game, can't you?

It's the water.

Your usual G &T, Mr. Joyner, sir.

Oh, thank you, Sammy.

Improves the day.

Not playing?

Yes, it can be difficult for temporary members to get parted, sir. I'll ask

around if you like. No, never mind. I think I'll keep today amiss.

Well, the old war wound, sir.

Well, that sort of thing. Rugger, actually.

So what was your war then, sir? The Gulf?

No, no, no, no. The Falklands.

Last good one. Before the game went chemical.

Turned the army into a club of computer programmers.

Catering called me, sir. Sergeant.

Really? You had to be out of it.

Staying in denture long, sir?

Well, till I finish, uh... Hmm.

Servicing this client.

Such a speak, as it were.

Carefully, everything's there.

That's right, sir.

Yep, that's it. Right, let's get out of here.

Sign there, please.

You got that piece of paper with that number on it? Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

See, every cloud has a silver lining.

Hey, what the hell's going on?

Hang about. Where do you think you're going?

We've done enough.

Just stay off me, all right?

George, what's happened?

I've just seen Dirk. Yeah, released without charge.

What? He's briefed that he'd been threatened.

Demanded a copy of the interview tape, then went straight to the new ACC.

What? That didn't talk, Warren. Everyone knows he's bent.

She doesn't. Jackie did switch off that tape, and I let you. Now, that's called

misguided loyalty to a senior colleague.

She got you on a disciplinary? Oh, yeah. I'm on community duties.

I've got to go and talk to the Gay and Lesbian Liaison Committee.

She's getting at me through you.

Don't worry.

I'll go and have a word with her.

Jack, Jack, you haven't seen her yet. I know. She hasn't seen that kid lying in

Denton Hospital, has she?

Well, I'm telling you, she's not like... Morning.

Another of the same, then, sir. In a minute.

Just got to go and point the old weapon at the target.

Have you ever noticed how much more you pee the older you get?

And you pay more taxes to... You're telling me.

Hello, Teddy.

Amanda.

I didn't think you were coming in today.

I thought I might tempt you to a round.

He seems to have a small problem with his equipment.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Not so you'd ever notice.

Can I get you a drink?

In a minute, yeah.

I'll be back shortly.

Yes, fine.

Okay.

So what did the big lady say?

You're released without charge and they can't get you again on that offence.

Not while we're holding this.

I owe you one time.

You owe me a lot more than that.

Mutual then, isn't it?

Your problem is that kid still lying in Denton General in a coma.

Not my problem.

It will be if he dies.

It won't be so easy on you then.

Then I'll hold on to this then.

It's better if I... Insurance.

Every businessman needs it.

Drop me, will you, top of Benton Street by my car.

Read it out.

It's our new community pledge.

T is for tolerance.

E is for even -handedness. A is for awareness. M is for managerial

responsibility.

And?

T -E -A -M spells team.

Well, what's it about?

You should know.

Good management practice.

Running a caring, supportive, accountable police force.

Being a responsible senior officer.

Oh. Well, if I'm a responsible senior officer, how come you disciplined my

sergeant without consulting me? He's not your sergeant, Inspector.

Every officer is responsible for his or her actions.

However... If that's an admission that you were primarily responsible for that

mishandled interview... Because Warrender said so. Mr Warrender could

straight to the police complaints authority. Instead, he had the decency

to me. The decency? Warrender?

I've got enough evidence on his client. Maybe now, but you hadn't then, had you?

So you released him without charge?

Yes.

And you won't arrest Richard Dern again. I gave Mr Warrender my word.

Your word? You gave Warrender your word? Inspector, do you think in my first

month in this job I want an inquiry into police malpractice?

And don't you know what he could do to you in court?

You don't understand, do you, Inspector?

You're accountable, not just to me, to the community.

Standards of justice.

I think I know standards of... Look, Inspector, I don't like the way you

there, the way you talk to me.

Mr Mullet may be an easygoing man. I'm not. No, ma 'am.

You're a woman.

Are you trying to be amusing?

No.

I understand you offered your resignation a month or so ago. Why?

Different styles of policing.

I joined the force to help the community and catch criminals.

Not to read mission statements or to help bent solicitors.

Right.

Well, since you seem so unresponsive to ideals of community service, never mind

police rules, maybe you should offer it again.

Think it over, Inspector.

Let's just stay out of the sight line, shall we, Ritchie?

You might even stay off the street for a bit.

Don't worry, son.

I've always got you to protect me, all right?

Don't count on it. Oh, I do, Mr Warren.

Anyway, take care.

Looks like you owe me a drink after all, Ben.

I think the book.

Who are you?

Bill Dorridge, sir.

Just to say I've been moved in from Fifield to take up D .S. Toulon's

You've been moved in, have you? Who moved you in? The witch in the wardrobe?

The... The assistant chief constable, yes, sir. She seemed to like my file,

so... She liked your file, did she?

Why? What was in it?

Well, I worked in most sections.

Vice squad, drug squad, commercial fraud.

I liked that.

Did you?

Oh. Well, I'd like a cup of coffee.

Maybe you go and find me one.

Right.

Now, just a minute.

All right.

I'm sorry, what did you say your name was again?

Dorridge, sir. Dorridge.

All right. Tell me something, Dorridge.

Do you like your job?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Don't you?

No.

But today I don't.

Here.

Morning, Jack.

Good morning.

Tell me something.

Why is it when someone wants me to stay in this job, I want to tell them to

stuff it? And when they want to kick me out, I make up my mind to stay. Now, is

there an explanation?

You're perverse, Jack.

Yes, you're right. I'm perverse. I am perverse. How long is she going to stay

with us? At the ACC.

Just while Mullet's on leave.

She's reviewing practices, reforming her work and culture. Setting up focus

groups. Focus groups? To focus on what?

Well, asking the public, but they weren't from the police.

Oh, well.

What about, um, catching criminals? How about that one?

Ah, you see, Jack, that's, uh, that's 80s thinking. Oh, is it? Right.

Did you pop in here just to chat about 80s thinking, or was there something

else? No, you're wanted at Denton Golf Club.

Someone's been nicking cars.

What are you talking about, nicking cars? Haven't you heard of Traffic

They enjoy doing that sort of thing.

You haven't heard of those cars.

There you are, Jack. Now, this is an outrage.

Yes, I heard that you had your car stolen, sir. I am sorry. Yes, well, it

mine, no, but it was nearly stolen. It's my car, a maroon Mercedes.

Yes, this is Ben Pecksmith, a golfing partner of mine. I want you to offer him

every assistance. Yes, of course.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Would you excuse us just for a moment?

Could I have a word in your ear?

CID on car theft.

Hardly proper use of police time, is it?

Especially as now we've got the community pledge team.

You know, team, sir? T -E -A -M.

T is for tolerant. I don't know what you're talking about, Jack. I want you

investigate this on my authority.

It could easily have been my car.

He unlocked it. Ah, but he didn't take it, so why do you think that? It wasn't

good enough, or what do you think?

Luckily, I'd left Emily sprawling in the back seat.

Emily in the back? Did you really?

Elspeth's dog.

And the man's driven off with my keys.

Now, don't tell me that you left your keys in your jacket unattended, Mr

I can't say jacket.

If golfers can't trust each other, then who can? Well, that's true. Come on,

everybody, let's go inside.

If he left in Mr Pecksmith's car, sir, how did he get here?

His own, at least. He's a silver -eyed man.

Oh, did you know the car seat then, then?

No, no, not really.

And he didn't pay his bar bill, neither.

Must go.

Well, Ross is an excellent officer. He'll soon clear it up. Good. Well, I'd

better phone my daughter and get a lift back to the office.

Excuse me.

Looks like you've got somebody in mind already.

Oh, well, we all have someone in mind. Half pain, yeah.

Well?

Yes, a Mr. Joyner, sir. A temporary member.

He was staying locally, I'll gather.

Anybody know where?

Oh, some small hotel or other. He's a...

Financial advisor.

He travels around a lot.

He had excellent credentials. Belonged to several well -known clubs.

Handicapped certificate from the Royal Birkdale.

Only he didn't play this morning.

Now, he sat here in the bar for a time and then just before lunch he went into

the locker room.

And that's when he must have taken the keys.

Yeah.

Could you let me have a glass of water, please? Certainly, sir.

Now, did he take anything else?

Like what?

Well, I mean, if he took your keys out of your jacket, you might have taken

cheque book, your warrant card, your glasses. Don't be so absurd, Jack. No,

well, I mean, it's important, sir, isn't it?

He didn't take anything else. At least nobody's missed anything yet.

I mean, he was a decent sort of chap.

Ex -army, served in the Falklands. Oh, yeah.

Went down well with the ladies, too. You could say that.

Here, just a minute.

Did he pay his bar bill?

No, that does remain unpaid. Oh, sir. Welcome to the club.

Bloody girl, isn't there?

Usual Sammy, please.

Hello, sir. I can't tell you how inconvenient this is, Inspector.

Tell me, do you have a phone in your car?

Yes. Would you mind calling it for me?

Not answering.

Well, he wouldn't, would he?

Oh, you'd be surprised, sir.

You'd be surprised, yeah.

Keys of the Audi, sir.

Left them on the seat.

And this in the glove pocket.

Oh, well, well done. Thank you.

Ah, um, what's that, yeah?

This is a golfer's diary, sir. Belongs to a Simon Renfrew.

It comes from Masters Road, West Bridgeford.

Which is in?

Nottingham. Oh, you know what this means, don't you, sir?

Oh, well, yes, of course.

Oh, that car was stolen too, sir.

Exactly.

Yes.

Exactly.

And most probably from a golf club.

I reckon he makes a habit of this sort of thing. I bet he's got a chain of cars

out there somewhere.

And I think he's going to dump the car that he's got at the moment and pick up

another one quite soon. Well, Jack, what are you going to do about it? Well,

I'll tell you what I'll try and do, sir. I'll put out a description of the car.

I'll put out the registration number.

I'll go off to see this Simon Renfrew.

And I'll also have a word with the Nottingham Police.

That'll do very nicely.

I do hope so.

I've given you the oak suite on the first floor.

Thank you, Nicky.

It's very special. That includes automatic membership of sports centre,

club, gym and golf club.

Marvellous. And we can arrange riding, sailing or squab shooting, if you're

interested.

Splendid. I shall think about it, Nicky.

Tonight's dinner menu will be in your room.

Right.

Glad you could make it after all, Mr Pecksmith.

Thank you, Nicky.

Morning, Mr Pecksmith. Everything all right?

Splendid, thank you.

Chipper's excellent.

Tell Chef.

I will.

What's it going to be today, the gym?

Good God, no.

Golf. I thought I'd try a round of golf.

Very nice, Mr Pickford. Enjoy your day.

Listen.

According to this friend of mine at Brams Hill, instead of studying, she

most of her time in the local boutiques.

Imagine our assistant each constable in black undies. Black, red, purple.

Anything that seems to fit normal white.

In the end, they decided the only way to attract her attention was to hoist a

certain item of her new underwear to the top of the flagpole.

After that, she realised what she was there for and she got her head down for

bit of slotting. But, you know, what really galled the men was, she came out

of her course.

She came out on top.

There's a moral there somewhere, isn't there?

Pick a cross.

No, mate. Morning, sir.

There's a bit of a problem.

Oh, not the witch in the wardrobe again, is it? No, not Miss Cremant, sir, no.

The car theft you disappeared to yesterday and then handed on to Traffic

Division. Edwin, what about it? Your Mr Mullet wants you on the case till it's

sold. There's a CID matter. He thinks Joyner's a professional con man.

Just because he had the cheap price to steal Mullet's car, really.

It seems he took the Audi from a golf club near Nottingham.

Where he left another car taken from a golf club near Doncaster. Where he left

another car taken from a golf club near Leeds.

I'm making out likes, Mr. Joyner.

What do you mean, like him? Well, he borrows the owner's car, puts a few

on the clock, always leaves the keys.

Bit like an old -fashioned English gentleman.

Bit like me.

Didn't pay his bar bill.

I told you he was a bit like me.

Sir, Mr. Renfrew says nothing.

Yeah, alright, I'm coming.

Alright, no,

no, no.

You stay there.

Have your breakfast.

This is just traffic.

I'll handle it.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I was wondering if you're thinking of playing today.

I'm sorry?

It's the usual problem, I'm afraid. I came here for a pleasant golfing

but I completely forget to bring a partner along.

I see.

You know how it is.

I understand perfectly.

As a matter of fact, I'm in the same position myself.

Good.

So, would you like to play with me?

Yes, yes, of course, if you're free.

Well, I'd love to play with you.

Mr.

Pecksmith, is that right?

Yes, um, Ben Pecksmith.

Yes, I heard him talking to you in a restaurant.

Mareike Hochblum, nice meeting you. How do you do?

Now, your car, can you see it?

Yes, it's over out here.

Eight days have been without it.

It's a bloody pain when you spend your life on the road.

Right, so now, Mr Renfrew, I'd like you to take a close look at the car. Just

tell me if there's anything different about it, will you?

Well, this is the start.

Hmm?

Yeah.

Not bad.

Not bad.

You are good. You are very, very good.

Thank you, Marion. Here.

Now, tell me, Marietje, where's that from?

I'm Dutch.

Oh, what, Amsterdam?

Yes.

Have you been there? It's very, very beautiful.

Yes, I love it.

Concertgebouw, Reichsmuseum, excellent golf.

Yes, you must go again.

Well, I have every intention.

As a matter of fact, I think you're going this weekend.

Really?

He's put 3 ,000 miles on the bloody clock.

That's not bad for eight days, is it? No.

And he managed to fit in a few games of golf as well.

What about the glove compartment?

Not yours?

Definitely not.

Anything missing?

No.

Tell me something, Mr. Renfrew.

Your golf club.

Did you have a temporary member go missing about the same time that your

stolen? Yeah, this guy, Harry Plummer.

Listen, the police knew exactly who it was. They didn't seem to think it was

worth much of their time in that car.

Oh, dear.

Do you think you could manage another?

If you help me.

I don't think that should be a problem.

Right, we've got a joiner, a plumber.

Right, what's next, do you reckon, Todd?

Roofing contractor.

Could be a roofing... No, no, it's got to be a name.

It's got to be like carpenter, say.

Could be...

A glazier?

Oh, I don't know.

Why don't you go and check out all the hotels in and around Denton, see if he's

stayed in any of them.

And then when you're done, have a word with the army.

See if they can help.

Big deduction for a small -time thief.

Oh, yeah, well, you don't know our Mr Mullet, do you?

There could be bodies three foot deep all over Denton, and he'd still be

worrying about his car.

Anyway... Where's this bloke going to turn up next, you reckon?

Golf club?

Golf club. Very good.

Doesn't explain this, though, does it?

No. No.

Anything since this morning?

No. No telephone call? No, no.

Nothing wrong with the service, I hope.

No, no, no. It has been a lovely weekend, really.

Here you are.

Thanks. Well, talk soon.

Bye.

Mr

Pecksmith,

he moves fast.

Just driven up in his Range Rover with that Dutch girl.

Range Rover? I thought he drove a Mercedes.

Hang on.

What's that?

You've just bought a set of clubs.

What's wrong?

Oh, no.

I've got to find the police.

Mr Peck -Smith will be pleased.

Yeah, go on, wear it.

I bet it's got a golf course.

Yeah, all right, tell him I'll be there. Thank you, bye.

Guess what? They found Mr Peck -Smith's car at a country house hotel near

Crawley. Well, that's 60 miles away.

Means someone else can look for Mr Joyner. No, no, Mr Dorrie.

I'm going to look for Mr Joyner.

It's out of our division.

Ah, I know, I know.

But, you've got to think, what would my Mr Mullet say?

Right. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. You stay there and check out the hotels.

Mr Joyner must have stayed somewhere.

TTFN.

Oh, PC Clark.

Sir? I don't suppose you phoned the hospital about Marty Hall, have you? I

sir. Talked to the girlfriend.

Go on, yes, what's she saying?

No better.

Seems very cut up.

Not much more we can do, though, sir, is there?

I don't know.

I haven't forgotten Richard Dern.

Right, so, what's he taking this time?

A Porsche?

No, a Range Rover.

The owners had left it unlocked.

Elderly couple.

Apparently had a disabled sticker on the back.

Send out a description nationwide.

Make sure that's all Porsche as well, will you? Yes, sir. Will do. All right.

I see he's left you a bunch of keys.

I suppose he left his club, sir.

No? Right, haven't you checked?

No, I was told to wait and hang on for you, sir.

That's quite right.

Well, let's have a look.

What the hell?

Oh, my God, I don't believe it.

You know him?

Yeah.

Richie Dern, drug dealer.

All right now, son.

Sir, you say you know him, then?

Yeah.

Drug dealer from Denton. Well alleged.

Nobody's managed to nail him.

Somebody has now.

And this car thief?

Sometimes joiner, sometimes plumber. Now pecks me. Yeah.

Took the name of the bloke whose car he stole.

I'll get the description foot out.

I already have.

Oh, have you?

Inspector!

Just a minute, excuse me.

Get rid of that, will you?

He was struck in the back of the head, smashing the back of a skull and

fracturing the vertebrae. Probably with a bludgeon of some kind.

Can you be more specific?

Yeah, what about a golf club?

Possible.

Depends what iron you use.

Very good.

Play a bit of golf yourself, do you, Doc? I play a bit.

Inspector Frost from Denton.

He's identified our victim, drugs pusher.

He was killed elsewhere.

Probably in the undergrowth.

And then lifted into car boot.

Thoughtless place to put him.

Better than leaving him at a bus stop, isn't it?

From my point of view, I mean. Bit like putting him in an oven in this muggy

weather. Makes it a bit hard to estimate the time of death.

Yeah, I'm sure. Go on.

Try, though. Go on.

Yesterday.

Anything up to 24 hours.

Thank you.

That puts the murder in Denton.

How do you get that?

Well, I had him in custody up until mid -morning, and the car was nicked just

before lunch. That's 24 hours. I said anything after 24 hours. It could be 18

less. So we'd better leave it alone for a slap, don't we?

So, anyway, no phone calls. He arrived on Friday.

What time?

Shortly after six.

Was he alone?

He was when he arrived.

Ah.

But not when he left.

By then, he'd met Mitch Hugenbloom.

Miss who and who? Miss Hoogenbloom. A Dutch guest, down for the weekend too.

Oh. Do you think they knew each other? Not when they arrived.

I think they only met this morning, but, you know, weekend breaks.

Well, no.

No, I don't, actually.

Things happen in hotels.

That's why people come.

I'm quite affected myself, actually, but I'm known as Hoogenbloom.

I wouldn't say that.

Nicky.

I'll tell you what.

Could you get me a copy of her bill as well?

That was the Aspen suite.

Luckily, we had no problem there.

Oh, thank you.

Well, it's booked through Tulip Travel Rotterdam, was it? Yeah.

She did make some phone calls, huh? Yeah, she did.

Inspector, this murder, will the hotel have to close?

No, I shouldn't think so.

They'll just put an incident van out there on the grounds.

Anyway, you could use it as an advertising gimmick, couldn't you? You

advertise as a murder weekend.

Thank you, Dickie.

Making inquiries, Inspector?

No, not really.

Nothing important.

It is my investigation, remember?

Your crime scene, my criminal, my victim. It's bound to be a joint

investigation, isn't it? I'll leave those decisions to my chief constable.

Here. Did you find anything?

Yes.

What?

£5 ,000 in his jacket pocket.

Well, well, well, well, well.

That proves it wasn't a robbery, then.

We found something else as well.

Yours, I believe.

Maybe you can tell me how it got there.

Police interview tape, Mark Denson, TID.

Oh, yeah, I know.

Oi!

Mr.

Warrender.

Ross.

Do you mind? I'm being called to your minute.

I just wanted to tell you that one of your clients won't be paying up.

One of my clients?

Richard Dern.

Inspector, you were warned to stay right away from Mr. Dern.

Oh, no, I wouldn't, normally.

But now he's been murdered, unfortunately, our rule is to

I still don't understand why you're wasting your time talking to me about

Didn't I tell you? I thought you might be able to help the police with their

inquiries. I just like that bread.

And I can't anyway. Of course you can. You're a material witness.

You were one of the last people to see him alive. I know that.

Because I saw him getting into your car outside Denton Neck. I dropped him in

town. Oh, yeah? Whereabouts?

Benton Street.

Oh, Benton Street. All right, thank you.

After that, anything could have happened.

You know the kind of thing he was mixed up in? Oh, yeah? What was that?

Dealing in drugs, would it be?

I didn't say that.

No, I know you didn't, but that was my problem.

I knew the things that he was mixed up in, but you were always there to deny

I do the best I can for my clients.

Yeah, I know. They depend on you, don't they?

He was one of many. Yeah, I know.

So, you didn't give him the £5 ,000, then?

Why would I give him £5 ,000?

I don't know.

I do know you gave him this.

Get to the point, Inspector. I will.

Richie Durham is in custody, so all his possessions were logged.

The only way that he could get hold of £5 ,000 and this tape would be the time

between when you dropped him in town and when he died.

Where did you go after you dropped him?

Sir, I was due in court.

Inspector, I should advise you to be very careful. You already have a

reputation.

How's your Dutch, Dorrit?

As good as yours, I should think.

Ah, good. In that case, get on to the Rotterdam police.

See if they've got anything on a Marie G .K.

Hoogenbloem. What's that then, a tulip or a cigar?

No. It's a woman.

She's the one that did the flick with Tommy Joyner, or Pecksmith, whatever his

name is.

Find out if they can trace a Range Rover. He's probably changed the plates

now, but it still might have a disabled sticker in the back.

Anyway, here's some bump for you. Hotel bill, telephone calls, all that sort of

stuff.

So you think he's gone to Holland?

Well, yes, I do, wouldn't you?

Well, shouldn't you tell our colleagues at Crawley?

No, I shouldn't.

And talking about that, where's that autopsy report that they promised me?

No, there's been a problem with the time of death.

Well, tell them to get on to it. I want it here, now.

Here.

Jack, she wants you upstairs now.

I never thought I'd hear those words ever again.

Not another complaint from Mr Warrender, I trust, ma 'am?

He says you've been harassing him over the death of Richard Dern.

Murder inquiries are material witnesses to the last known whereabouts of the

victim, ma 'am.

He tells me you're treating him like a prime suspect.

Oh, no, we have a prime suspect.

In fact, we've established a nationwide search both here and on the continent.

But you have no business investigating this crime at all, do you, Inspector? It

happened in another authority.

Ah, yes.

That's true, the body was found in another authority, but the crime was

perpetrated here in Denton.

That's not what the Chief Constable of Crawley has just been telling me. Ah,

well, maybe the Chief Constable of Crawley hadn't got the advantage of

the autopsy report.

Hadn't he?

No.

What's that got to do with it?

Well, that means that the murder was 24 hours before they found the body, which

would put the crime...

Fairly and squarely here in Denton.

And you're sure of that, are you? Oh, yes, ma 'am. I was at the... I was at

scene. I was the one that found the body.

So I heard.

What were you doing there?

It was part of an ongoing inquiry, ma 'am, on the specific instructions of the

sub -divisional commander, Superintendent Mullet. I was in pursuit

suspect, Mr Joyner.

For what?

Car theft, deception, credit card...

Fraud and murder.

Quite a list, actually, Mark.

Also, I had interviewed the victim, Mr Ritchie Dern, who would still be alive,

had we not, you know, released him.

I'm very well aware of that.

Yes. The thing is, Mark, is the Chief Constable of Crawley aware of that?

Ah, how's about that, then?

What's that, Jack? Thank you very much. Have fun.

Yeah, joint investigation, we crawl in.

Guess who is the officer in charge?

Well done.

The incident room's ready and waiting.

Good.

Clyde, come on then. Pay attention, everybody. Listen up. All right, here we

Now, first of all, I want to introduce some of our friends from the drug squad.

They're here because of the nature of our victim, Richard Dern.

Right, off you go.

Richard was a drug dealer.

Alleged drug dealer, that is.

It was, in fact, we believe, the main pusher in Denton.

Except we never nailed him.

Richie was an escape artist.

Yeah, but he escaped once too often.

We had him enjoying our hospitality over Thursday night, didn't we, Sergeant?

That's right, Jack, he was.

Meaning he went to his pockets, logged his possessions, and did the forensic on

his clothes.

But he was clean.

Anything else, Sergeant?

Uh, yeah, he asked for a special meal, vegetarian, never touched meat or fish,

and we released him to solicitor about 11am.

Solicitor's our good friend, Mr Warrender.

So far, the last person to see him alive.

He dropped him in Benton Street by his car.

Do we know what his car was?

No, I kept changing it. Ask Warrender.

Oh, no, I can't. Warrender is off limits for the time being.

We want to know any of his known associates.

He had a sidekick, a kid called Luke.

Right, OK, let's get out on the street, see if we can find him.

We need to know where Richard Dern went afterwards.

The car, wasn't it, sir?

Yes, thank you very much. Very funny constable.

Talking about the car, it's this one.

R registered.

Mercedes Benz. Colour, red.

35 ,000 miles on the clock. One careful owner by the name of Ben Pecksmith.

He lives here in Denton and owns a company called Wonder Bio.

Now, what we want to know is, where was this car between 12 .30 when it was

nicked from Denton Golf Club on the Friday and 6 o 'clock when it turned up

the Mountabon Hotel in Sussex?

Isn't that near Crawley?

Yes. Yes, you're right, Sergeant.

That's about 60 miles away.

Now, I know it's a long way off, but we do need to know where Richard Dern was

killed. Now, it could have been here in Denton, could have been there in Sussex

at the Mountabon Hotel, or anywhere in between.

But my guess is, my gut feeling is that he was killed in or around Denton.

Right?

Now then, our prime suspect is this man, known as Tommy Joyner, or Plummer, or

Pecksmith.

Now, he's about 5 '10", aged between 45 and 50, smartly dressed, and has

what they call a military bearing.

This man collects cars.

Could be possible drug dealer.

The autopsy report will draw me, sir.

Puts Dan to death anywhere in between 2pm and 6pm. He could have been in

Or at the hotel.

Or anywhere in between.

All right, all right. Don't go shouting it about.

We don't want everyone to hear, do we?

So how did you get on with that... What's her name? Miss Bloominghug.

Hohenblom. Yeah, that goes well.

Well, it's interesting. What a damn police. They've got nothing on her.

But there's no such firm as Tulip Travel.

And the telephone number was an answering machine.

Well, did you leave a message?

No. Well, go on, Sergeant. She may be an accessory to murder.

Tell me, Mr. Peck, Smith, is this your car?

Yes, it's mine.

All right.

Do you keep a record of your mileage?

I do keep a rough check.

My accountant, you know. Yeah.

Would you take a look for me?

Yeah, it's done about a hundred or so.

He was kind enough to leave you a briefcase.

Check, see if anything's missing.

Some papers, credit cards, but I put a stop on those.

What about your telephone?

Is there any way of telling if it's been used or not? No, not on this one, only

by checking the bills.

Oh, with your permission, I'd like to do that. Can we take a look in the boot?

Isn't that where... Yes, well, don't worry. It isn't in there now.

Just tell me if there's anything different.

No, it's pretty much as I left it. Well, it's empty, isn't it?

Have we finished?

Did you know Richard Dern?

No, of course not. Why?

Well, we have to consider whether the body was in the boot before the car was

stolen. It's empty. Ridiculous. I had my golf clubs in there. I thought you said

it was empty.

Why don't you just ask Superintendent Mullet?

Don't worry, I will.

I'm afraid we're going to have to keep your car for a bit, as evident.

I don't want to see that damn thing ever again.

I can understand.

Can I give you a lift, anyway?

No, thanks. My stepdaughter should be waiting.

Hello, Philly.

How's Marty?

Come along, thank you.

You're usual, Mrs Seagate.

Oh, yes, please.

Did you know they found Ben Paxman's car with a body in the boot?

Hello.

Inspector Frost. Yes.

Very nice lipstick you've got there.

Oh, wow.

Thank you.

I got one exactly the same.

Came out of the glove compartment of the Audi that Mr Joyner was driving.

Shall we take that table over there?

Yeah, why not?

Mrs. Seagrove.

Amanda. Amanda.

I, um... I see what you're saying.

Yes.

I did go out with him a few times.

You never said.

No.

No, I didn't, did I?

That's because I have a husband who, um... takes a pretty...

Just a proving view of that kind of thing. I see.

In that case, I might be able to tell me his real name.

Well, tell your joiner. Well, it wasn't his real name.

That's the only name I ever knew.

Do you know where he stayed when he was in Denton?

Some small hotel. I don't know.

I never went there.

Well, what happened? Did you go back to your place then, did you? No, of course

we didn't.

We met in Fulford Wood.

And we went for a drive there, Mum.

Well, that's been pretty busy.

By the time he had that car, he'd put 3 ,000 miles on the clock.

Well, not with me, he didn't. Well, how many miles did he do with you?

Dr. Frost, um... We, uh... We never

went far out of Denver.

I know he told lies.

All that stuff about the Royal Burkdale, you know.

He didn't know where it was.

All that stuff about the Falklands, he... He wouldn't know a penguin if it

him.

I didn't mind.

All part of the family.

Have you seen him since?

No.

I'm not likely to, am I?

Not with you after him for murder, which I don't believe.

I don't believe for a minute.

Do you know where he is now?

No.

I have no idea where he is.

Bastard.

Your receipt, sir, and your change.

Double scotch pen.

Is it raining, sir?

Yes.

Check.

This joiner case, is it settled yet?

Because it's very disturbing for the club, you know. I meant to ask you about

that, sir.

Now, this Ben Pecksmith, when he got his golf clubs out of the car, did he take

them out of the boot, or was it from the back seat?

Oh, um... Well, um...

It's all right. Now, take your time, sir. You know, just... Yeah. Don't feel

pushed at all.

Well, he... Because you are a material witness. You know that, don't you?

Am I? Oh, yeah.

Right, well, he parked his car.

I was with Emily.

Then he removed his clubs.

From?

From... I'm sorry, Jack.

I just can't remember.

The drugs in question were intended solely for his own personal use.

Yet, according to the police witness, the quantity was considerable.

Despite all we read in the papers, hard drugs aren't all that easy to obtain.

Luke, my young client, liked to retain a small amount for his own personal use.

We've also heard that he was regularly seen outside the community college.

But what the police witness didn't say is that his brother is at the college on

a work experience scheme.

What could be more natural than, while waiting to meet him, he should chat to

his many friends?

Cheers.

Cheers, then.

Mr.

Winder! Mr. Winder!

Don't worry, Luke.

Phone him from the deck.

Oh, God.

Now we're talking.

Marika Hugenbloom.

Immigration have picked her up at Heathrow and they're bringing her over

Denton now.

Oh, good.

We've got Luke cooling his heels in custody now.

I'll tell you one good thing.

He told us that Richie Dern drove a Golf VR6.

Oh. I don't suppose anyone's found it, have they? I'll check the traffic.

Yeah, OK.

No, hang on.

Wait a minute.

I've got, er... Yeah, I've got his phone number somewhere.

It was given to me by that girl in the hospital. Yes, there it is. That's

Right, call that. Maybe it'll work this time.

And let it ring.

11 .46 a .m., Tuesday the 24th of October, interview with Mr. Luke Hands,

present D .I. Frost and D .S. Dorridge.

And then you tell me my rights, right?

Yes, you have a right to remain silent.

And then you let me contact my solicitor?

Yes, who's Mr. Warrender, correct?

Yeah. All in good time, Luke.

We're not here to charge you with anything.

Not yet.

We'd just like some answers to some questions.

That means I'm free to go, then?

Exactly. And I'm free to bring you back again.

Until I get some answers to a few things that I want to know.

Like what?

Well, like where were you last Friday morning at 11 .30? And please don't tell

me you were in Egypt, touring the pyramids.

Because I've got a witness who puts you in Bentwick Street with Richard Dern.

Who said that?

Mr. Warren, then?

Could be.

He was there as well, wasn't he?

Yeah, he was there for a bit.

Yeah, you were there for a bit.

What were you doing?

I saw Richie by his car, went over and we had a bit of a chat.

What else did you talk about with Ritchie?

Anything interesting?

Not really. About denting your nose.

Yeah. I see what you mean.

How long for?

A couple of minutes.

Was Mr. Warren still there?

No, he'd driven off, I think.

Then what?

Then Ritchie said he had to meet someone and he hotted off somewhere.

Any idea where he hotted off to?

No.

Your son told us about paper in Fulford Woods.

Jack.

Yes? What is it?

I thought you'd like to know.

A Range Rover matching the description passed through customs at Folkestone.

Excuse me, sir?

Yeah, well, go on.

They detained it, didn't they?

No, customs and excise decided to put a tail on it. Thought it might lead to

something interesting.

Yeah, what do you mean? Like a golf club?

Aye. And you've got a real storm brewing up in interview room one.

Marika Hugenblum.

All right, OK.

I'll see to it later, thanks. All right.

D .I. Frost entering the room.

Right, now then, Luke.

This chat you had with Ritchie, did he give you anything?

Like what?

Like crack, for example.

For your own consumption, of course.

No, he didn't.

Did you give him anything?

Like what?

Oh, I don't know.

£5 ,000?

Oh, come on, you're joking.

Where would I get £5 ,000?

I don't know. You tell me.

But when we found Ritchie's body, he had £5 ,000 in his pocket.

If any of your fingerprints are found on that money, we've got you banged to

rights. You know that, don't you?

Are you trying to fit me up?

I never saw £5 ,000 in my life.

Only two people saw Ritchie before he ended up in Fulford Woods.

Did you follow him to Fulford Woods? How?

Ten miles out of town, I don't drive.

And anyway, if you had five grand on him, I'd expect I'd have nicked it,

wouldn't I?

Only two people, Luke.

One was Mr Warrender, the other was you.

What's going on?

Go and find out what that is, will you?

Quite a bone -deer story to leave in the room.

You can't do that.

Oh, yes, I can, Luke.

Oh, if I can.

Now, we're going to have a nice little chat about you, Mr. Warrender, and

Ritchie Dern.

Done!

Okay, do that. Good. Yep.

Yep.

Well, that could have blood. Bag it.

This farmer who says he was ploughing that field all last week, he saw a red

Mercedes. He says it was parked here on Friday for about three quarters of an

hour. Okay, get a statement.

Thank you.

You are Miss Marjieke

Hoogenbloem? Marijke Hoogenbloem, yes. And who are you?

I'm Detective Inspector Frost.

I'm very pleased to meet you at last.

Well, I am not so delighted.

Perhaps you don't realize we are in Europe.

Oh, really? Is that where we are? And we share common laws and common rights, I

think. I've been picked up at the airport, driven here with a guard. You

right to do this.

I have every right. I need you here to answer some questions. I don't want to

answer any questions. I want to see a senior officer. I am a senior officer.

sit down, Miss Hogan -Bloom.

Now.

You stayed the night at the Mountabon Hotel last Friday.

Yes, but what business is that of yours?

The next day you left quite suddenly with a Mr. Joyner.

Mr.

Joyner, is that his name?

Yes, one of them. Didn't you know?

No. Why should I?

Did you know he was wanted by the police?

No. What for?

Well, the Range Rover that he took you to the Continent in was stolen.

He's a car thief and a con man. You could be his accomplice.

A con man, yes. That's exactly what he is.

I went all the way to Amsterdam with him. And what does he do when he gets

there?

He plays golf.

Well, what did you expect him to do?

Not that.

You were expecting something else.

Because you didn't think it was Mr. Joyner.

That you went on holiday with.

Yes, I made a bad mistake. That's why I had to come back.

You thought it was Mr. Ben Peck -Smith.

Yes. Can I go now? No, you can't, Miss Hugenbloom.

You're a key witness in a murder inquiry.

A body was found in the boot of a car that Mr. Joyner had been driving.

Who was he?

Richard Dern, a Denton drugs dealer. Anything to do with you?

Please, you don't need to think I... Do you know what I think?

I think that you work for the Dutch drug squad as an undercover officer. And I

think that you've got some sort of operation going down here following some

trail. And I think that you forgot to ask for the cooperation of the British

police, which is exactly...

the sort of thing that I would have done, only I wouldn't have made such a

dinner of it as you did.

Where is your superior officer?

He's probably on the golf course playing a game with his friend Ben Pecksmith.

Now, why are you following him?

He runs a big biomedical company in Denton, yes?

His fans come to Holland and Germany all the time.

They go around all the...

Medical companies, small laboratories.

Just the place to pick up hard work and bring them over here.

We had a tip -off.

He was going to meet someone from Holland we'd been watching at the

Hotel.

Only he couldn't turn up.

Because his car had been stolen.

So someone else arrived with his credit cards.

You're Mr.

Joyner. My Mr.

Joyner.

Well, he's backwards and forwards to Amsterdam. Why can't he be on this drugs

trafficking? Oh, God.

I was with him all weekend. He took me to the concert.

He took me to the museum.

He took me to some sexpot nightclub.

And the rest of the time, he played his bloody golf.

Well, well, well, well.

Would you like to go and meet the real Ben Pecksmith, Miss Hoogenbloom?

Now, I've got some new titles for you this week.

Have a look at these.

Should keep your regulars happy.

What about that?

Mr Thomas Joyner.

If you like.

Jonathan Glazier, Henry Plummer.

Yes, all that too.

What's your real name?

Me? Oh, I'm Alan Carpenter.

Well, how are you?

Well, not too bad, considering.

Bashed head, couple of cracked ribs, broken leg. I've seen worse things than

war. Except you were never in any war, were you, Mr Joyner?

Carpenter, no.

No, I suppose I wasn't one, really.

What were you, then?

Have a guess.

How about estate agent?

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

Sold classic cars.

You've been abroad for the last few days.

Amsterdam, wasn't it?

There and roundabouts. I was playing golf.

We understand that customs and excise have had their eye on you for quite some

time.

Pornographic videos.

Is that what keeps taking you to Amsterdam?

Why not?

Pays for the golf.

Drugs, too.

Do they pay for the golf?

No, I don't agree with drugs.

No, they do far too much harm.

You can call me old -fashioned if you like.

The body of a man was found in the boot of the stolen car you left at the

Mountabon Hotel.

I don't believe it.

How did... That's what we would like to know, Mr Carpenter.

1980, Carpenter.

Constable? Oh, ma 'am? Where is everybody?

Everybody? Meaning?

Inspector Frost, Sergeant Dorridge. Oh, Jack.

Hospital visit, I heard.

Hospital? Is he unwell?

No, ma 'am. He's visiting someone in hospital.

A relative?

Oh, no, ma 'am. I don't think Jack has any relatives.

This will be a suspect.

I see.

I just hope it's not another of his... Bloomers?

I give you my word.

I never met Richard Dern. I never heard of Richard Dern.

You drove around for a day with him in the boot of your car, didn't you? Well,

it wasn't your car, was it?

Yes. I know, it's awful, but I never looked in the boot, you see. I had my

in the back seat.

You stopped at Fulford Woods, didn't you?

The driver of a tractor saw the car parked.

Yes.

Well, you see, I had what... what you might call a romantic assignation.

Not with Amanda Seagrove, you didn't, because she was with me in the golf club

at the time.

No, um... Barbara Beattie.

Another lady I got on rather well with at the golf club.

Do you know, if I was wearing my hat, I'd take it off to you. How do you do

I don't know, really.

I suppose you could call it good old -fashioned charm.

Let me get this straight.

You're driving around in a stolen car.

You go to Fulford Woods to keep an assignation with a lady.

Well, I've made an arrangement.

You can hardly let a lady down.

How long did the assignation take?

Oh, the usual half an hour or so.

Did you see anything? Hear anything?

Not much.

Tractor in the field. A couple of cars stopped, but... I thought I heard a

ring. That would have been me. I thought you might have been daft enough to

answer it.

Well, after that, we went our separate ways. She went to her car and I went to

mine.

Well, his, that is.

Where did you go next?

The Montauban Country House Hotel.

You see, I'd found these credit cards.

Brochure for the hotel.

A few letters.

You certainly like your luxury, don't you, Mr Carpenter?

You certainly like my bananas.

So you didn't charge him?

No. One thing, he's not going anywhere. Not unless he hops off.

For another, I don't think he did it. He was at the scene of a crime.

He took a run out of the continent.

Yes, and then he turned the stolen car around and came straight back.

No.

I don't think Carpenter knew anything about Dern until we told him as well.

Well, there goes your prime suspect.

He's a professional liar.

Are you trying to tell me... Are you trying to tell me that he's taken me in?

No.

A carpenter's not only a picture of innocence, he's a total innocent. He

happens to be parked in Fulford Woods when somebody murdered us.

Richard Dunn. Yeah, background.

Well, why not?

Could be.

Let's go and check him out.

Check out that woman he told us about and all that.

Certainly. Barbara Batty. Beatty. Beatty, yeah.

The other golfing widow.

That's the one, yeah.

She's got a few questions to answer.

Take my tip.

Go when the husband's out.

No, not for that reason.

You'll get a better answer, won't you?

Two.

Mrs. Barbara Beattie? Yes?

Detective Sergeant Dorridge, Denton CID. Could I just have a word?

Oh, Mr. Packsmith, there's somebody here to see you.

Thank you. Inspector.

I hear it's congratulations all round.

Yes, why's that?

You caught him, didn't you? Who told you that, Mr. Malick? Yes, why shouldn't I

have? Our inquiries aren't over yet.

Mr.

Joyner asked me to return your credit cards.

Not much use now, are they? They've all been cancelled. Just a moment. There's

someone I'd like you to meet.

Nice meeting you.

Delighted to meet you.

That's a Dutch name, isn't it? We do a lot of business with Holland.

Yes, yes, I know.

I'm from the Rotterdam Drug Squad.

It's Advanced Biogenetics. To put it simply, what we do is make artificial

skin.

Properly supported with the right drugs, it can help burns, victims and others.

Radical new treatment.

Used all over the world.

Meaning you export medical products and drugs to foreign countries.

Exactly. Everywhere.

Including Holland.

Holland is a user of our treatment, yes.

Why should that concern you?

Rotterdam is a major trafficking center in illegal drugs. You know that.

And your company is sending medical treatments and drugs in and out all the

time.

Did you have any serious basis for that accusation? It is an accusation, isn't

it?

There was a major dealer in Denton.

We know he was acquiring his supplies in Rotterdam, but we don't know how they

were coming into this country.

No, but his name was Richard Dern.

Him again.

And as a result of Miss Hugenbloom's inquiries, we've established that a

of telephone calls to Ritchie Dern was made from these offices.

I can't monitor every call made by my staff.

No, but his body was found at the back of your car, though, wasn't it? Let me

remind you, I was at the golf club with you the day he died, and I was without

my car.

True. This is ridiculous.

I've never had dealings with Dern. It's just a terrible coincidence.

No, no, no, no, not really.

You were planning to go to the Mountebon Hotel that weekend.

It's to meet a business colleague from Eindhoven. I cancelled it.

Perhaps I might have the gentleman's name, Myrtle Paxman.

Of course, of course.

And, um, feel free to look over my premises, speak to my people.

Yes, I would like to do that.

Mr. Bennet.

Miss Williams, when I talked to you in the hospital, you

identified Ritchie Dern as the man who supplied the drug to Marty Hall.

Yes.

You also supplied his telephone, his mobile telephone number to me.

Yes, Marty had it. That's right.

But you both used it, didn't you? You and Marty Hall.

Where were you Friday afternoon?

I don't remember.

You have a car, haven't you? Yes.

Is it a green Clio?

Yes.

Because, you see, I have a witness who saw a green Clio at Fulford Woods.

Would that have been yours? Why would it be?

Because when your father's car was stolen at the golf club, he tried to

you at home and you weren't there.

Now, where were you, Philly?

Eh?

Were you at Fulford Woods with Ritchie Dern?

Why are you so sure I knew Richard Durst? Because you had his phone number.

used to call him from these offices.

Did you call him that morning and arrange to meet him in the afternoon?

Why would I?

Because he was the one that supplied the drugs and put your boyfriend in a coma.

Maybe you wanted to get back at him some way. No.

Then why did you call him then?

I wanted to score.

I wanted to score... Billy!

Just a minute.

Are you trying to tell me that seeing your boyfriend lying in the hospital in

coma, you still wanted drugs? That's right.

I need them all the time.

Are you trying to tell me that you went to Fulford Woods to buy drugs?

Didn't stop.

I didn't meet him.

Didn't stop? Why?

Because when I got there, I saw my stepfather's Merc parked near the road.

Let me get this clear in my head.

You're trying to tell me that you didn't see Richie Dern. Only his car.

Driving up when I was leaving, and then another car.

Blue, I think.

I'm working.

I have a brief to prepare.

What took me in?

Serves you right.

You said with this town business you'd stay out of town for a bit.

Why didn't you?

For God's sake, show a bit of sense.

I'm sorry about that, Miss Hergenblum.

But if you'd told us what you were doing, we could have sorted it out

Might have saved you a boring weekend.

What? Well, with Mr. Joyner.

It wasn't that boring.

You should come to Amsterdam one day.

It's a very lively city.

Oh, me?

No, no, I don't think so.

I suppose we'll never meet again?

Well, I don't know. I mean, we will be charging Mr. Joyner with car theft, and,

well, I expect we'll need you as a witness.

Maybe we could have a meal together.

Maybe.

Why not?

Yeah.

Bye.

Yeah.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

It means half a day for Al. Right, OK, Luke.

If you want to make a complaint against Eli Frost, I'll deal with it. We know

he's a corrupt officer.

But not now, in here.

You're just not getting it, are you? I'm getting it. You're right out of your

skull. You'd better get out of this courtroom before someone searches you.

Filthy bastard.

Do I have to get the usher to call the police?

Yeah, ask for Frost.

He knows what happened that day. He said either you or me followed Rich out to

Fulford Wood. Classic copper's trick, Luke. Oldest trick in the books.

Get smart.

I am.

That's what I like to see, Jack.

A nice bit of European cooperation.

They say we're all one now, don't they?

Clever girl.

Yeah, sure, I like it.

Sir?

That's... Yeah,

but she got it wrong, though, didn't she?

I mean, it wasn't Ben Pecksmith, was it, who was our friend Richie Dern? We

still haven't got his killer, though, have we?

No, we will, don't we?

Sir? Yeah?

We've got a man armed with a gun in Denton Court House.

Oh, my God.

Go and tell the witch in the wardrobe.

Tell her to send an armed backup.

I'm on my way over there now. Hey, Jack, hold on a minute. You've got to wear a

flag, Jack. You know that's a rule.

Yes, I know. And whilst I wait 15 minutes for you to get me one, someone's

shot.

It's in the courtroom.

Near the dock.

Is the court sitting? Not today.

Just Mr. Warrender. He came in to check the brief.

Warrender. Is that the gunman?

Should do.

He's been here often enough.

It's not Luke Hans, is it?

Shouldn't we wait for reinforcements? Yes, yes, I should, shouldn't I?

Tell me something. You can get to the dock from underneath, can't you? From

cells. Yes.

All right.

Come on, then.

before you killed someone. That's what you did, right?

Killed Ritchie?

Don't be absurd, Luke. I just got him out of custody.

I looked after him, Luke. I looked after both of them. Come on, you bastard! I

want to hear you say it!

All right.

Listen.

What are you doing to our friend, Mr. Warren?

God! Bastard!

No.

Just calm down.

Take it easy, just.

Calm down.

He's got a confession to make! Tell him! I didn't do anything!

You're crazy, Luke!

Listen to me, Luke.

Listen to me.

If you pull that trigger, it won't prove anything.

It'll only ensure that you get banged up for the rest of your life.

He killed Richie! I want to hear him say it!

Not the only cokehead round here, though, am I worried?

It was blackmailing you over your habit, right? Had you right where it hurt?

I'd just got him out of custody.

Yeah, and then he asked you for another favour.

Five grand. I saw you, man, on Benton Street.

You waited around, and when Ritchie waited off, you followed him to Fulford

Woods. Say it!

I followed him.

Say it!

I followed him, OK?

And then I killed him in Fulford Woods.

Killed him in Filson Woods.

All right. All right.

All right.

All right.

No, you got what you wanted.

Give me the gun.

I want to see you arrested.

All right.

Mr. Warrender.

I rest you on the suspicion of murder for Richard Dern.

Don't problem.

Read him his rights.

Morning, ma. What's happening?

There's a man with a gun in the courtroom, thrust in there without a

jacket. You don't surprise me.

Look, Warrantor, I'm arresting you on the suspicion of murder of Richard Durr.

But it may harm your defence if, when questioned, you fail to mention

that you come to rely on in court.

Anything that you do say may be used in evidence.

Thank you, Mr Frost. May I go now? No, you may not.

I've just told you you're under arrest.

This kid's a known drugs dealer.

Is he?

Is he really?

Mr. Hands has been charged with that offence on many occasions, but he's

been convicted, as you well know, Mr. Warrender. A totally unreliable witness.

Status may be, but I've got two very reliable witnesses who saw you at

Woods. I was in court that afternoon.

Yeah.

But you were in the bank the day before, withdrawing £5 ,000 from your account.

Don't be ridiculous.

I've checked with your bank.

It's part of my job.

You did go to the woods.

You did meet Richard Doan.

And you did strike him on the back of their head with a lump of wood.

Don't you see how absurd it is?

The money was found on the body.

If I'd killed him, I'd have taken it back again.

You would have if you could.

But you were in a hurry to hide that body because there were people running

about in the woods. That's when you saw the boot of the Merc unlocked.

In went the body, away went the Merc, and Richard Dern went on his holidays

£5 ,000 in his pocket. Isn't that right, Mr Warrender?

Yes, yes.

It's all over now.

It's all over. Good boy. Give me the gun.

It's all right.

You don't believe all that.

What I said was under duress.

Oh, but I do believe it, Mr. Warren.

Pure surmise, Inspector.

It wouldn't stand up in court for a minute.

And I will sue you for unlawful arrest.

Really?

You said that you were in the court that Friday afternoon.

Was he, Mr Usher?

No, Inspector.

Mr Warrender failed to appear for the defence that day.

The case had to be adjourned.

They won't stay, Frost.

Oh, I think it will, Mr Warrender.

Take him to the station.

I'll interview him myself.

Miss Cremond, you know very well this officer has been harassing me for days.

You're under arrest, Mr Warrender.

I've never known a senior officer behave in such a way. You interviewed a

suspect under duress. You didn't wear a flak jacket. Well, thank you very much

for your concern, ma 'am, but the gun was empty. I'm not concerned. I'm

reprimanding you.

Oh, really?

You couldn't... know it was empty, could you? No.

No, I didn't, ma 'am.

Well, we did get the killer.

You better hope so.

If the evidence doesn't stick, you won't just face a suit for unlawful arrest.

You'll be up before an official inquiry.

Well, ma 'am, if you'd like to check Warrender's fingerprints with forensic,

because they've got the dabs on the murder weapon and on the money.

Inspector, if Warrender was a suspect, why didn't you take his prints sooner?

Because I was just following your instructions, ma 'am.

Don't harass Mr.

Warrender. And when you check the prints and they match, which they will,

perhaps you'd be kind enough to charge Mr. Warrender.

Inspector, I can't find it easy to admit this.

But I have to say... I know what you're going to say, ma 'am. If you'll excuse

me, I could do with a bloody good cup of tea.