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Control room?

I see.

What sort of accident?

How bad?

Okay. Yeah.

He's here.

I'll bring it down.

Trig, look at this, look.

96 quid. I never use the phone.

Do you think that someone could be tapping into my line? They do that with

electricity, you know.

Yeah, that's a point.

The bloke next door's draining the national grid with his Christmas lights.

Do you think I could nick some of his power?

Hey, you got your Christmas lights up then, Jack?

I might change the kitchen bulb from a 60 to 100 watt, that's about it.

What are you doing over Christmas, then?

Right.

My sister -in -law in Canada always invites me over, but I never go.

Why not?

Because he knows that if he asks, I'll never go.

Oh, Jack, have you read that report on the burglary at Kimmington?

Oh, yeah, that's right. Doris wants me to take a look. He reckons there's a

pattern. Honestly, the time detectives take finding patterns, it's a wonder

don't take up knitting.

Well?

Hmm? What?

Oh. Hmm.

I wouldn't bother with a vet, sir.

This cat has been shot. Not another one. Yeah.

You're new. Are you comfortable?

Yes, sir.

Well, get a transfer.

I won't say that we've exactly been forgotten by HQ, but the Red Cross still

drops food parcels by parachute.

Well, I'm just here on attachment, sir.

Ah, well, very sensible.

If you go in there, you'll find Sergeant Brady at the front desk.

You can't miss him. He's the one with the dead cat.

Hello?

Oh,

Mrs. Cockcroft. I'm her neighbour.

She's out.

I'm Detective Inspector Frost, Denton CID.

I'm looking for my sergeant. He came about the burglary.

It was the fish that upset him most.

Tracy told me that.

He smashed the tank.

Killed all his fish.

Yes.

Sorry, do you know if my sergeant... Oh, your sergeant wasn't here.

He took her, Mrs. Cockcroft, in his car.

Mr. Cockcroft, there's been an accident at the power station.

He's dead.

All right, what happened?

He was up there.

He skived off for a fag.

It was as if a rail gave way.

He might have survived the fall, but not the hundred tonnes of coal that landed

on top of him.

A dad of the Cockroft would be that worried about a burglary.

It's a tough break, Sammy.

A tough one.

So, how's it going?

You all set for Christmas?

Going away?

Mm, Marbella.

Oh,

I'm sorry, I... I thought I've assumed you two... It's directly business with

us, Mr. David.

I am the brave and the beautiful.

What is it you do, Dick?

Have you got it?

And a proper new year.

Tim Fott, Detective Constable, Regional Crime Squad.

One shot, close range.

Time?

Doctor's estimates between nine and midnight.

Found this morning by a Mrs. Hardy about eight o 'clock. She's walking her dog.

Looks as if he was standing by the lake eating a burger.

Any sign of another vehicle?

No, nothing yet.

There is something you should see, though.

Close

to

1 ,000 pounds.

Well, he wasn't mugged then, was he?

All right, here comes the paperwork.

The I'm Mark Newcombe, Jack Frost.

What happened?

Well, so far, all we know is he's been shot.

Thanks for getting things started, Jack.

Much appreciated.

Getting started?

Tim's one of mine.

Besides, we know the people who did it.

I can't just walk away from the scene of crime without my senior officer.

It's already done.

Superintendent Mullet has agreed you hand the case over to me.

Well, there's a large sum of money in your DC's car.

I doubt it was his Christmas bonus.

We've got a problem. Couldn't it wait?

No. It seems I've been kicked off my investigation by Detective

Finlay on your orders. Look, this tragic murder is clearly related to the

regional crime squad's investigation.

They have months of information and surveillance.

All the evidence for some quick arrests.

That means they've got all the answers before anyone's asked the questions. I

can't have my CID officers duplicating the work of others.

Well, it's not a decision you should have made without telling me, sir.

I'm sorry, Jack. It's Finlay's case, and that's the end of it.

Sir, is that the Chief Constable?

He's the guest of honour.

Ah, sir!

Hi. Hello, Jack. Long time.

Yes, nice to see you again, sir.

Is that your thought of do?

Not mine, really.

No, no, no, I'm just a gatecrasher, so I've just popped in to see Mr Mullet.

We've got a problem, but a serious one for the force, but Mr Mullet is sorting

it out.

Well, it's not really a problem.

It's about D .P.

Fox's murder, sir. Mr...

Well, Mr Mullet is concerned, quite rightly too, so the investigation is

run by the regional crime squad.

Thank you, that's very nice of you. Thank you very much.

There may be a very good reason why D .C. Fox had £1 ,000 in cash in the glove

compartment of the car, but it's not going to look very good for the press,

it, when they find out that the inquiry is being held by his own governor?

And all his old mates.

I didn't know.

You're quite right, Mullet.

We must be seen to be beyond reproach in these matters.

Put Jack back in.

I'll leave you to talk to Finlay.

If he's got a problem with it, you tell him it was my decision.

Have a good Christmas, Jack. Thank you. And you, sir. Very good. Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, lunch of his son.

Excuse me.

Just before you go into lunch, I wonder if you'd mind making that phone call to

Finlay. Yes, sir.

No, no. You could do it now, sir, because I know all these lunches have

drag on.

Everyone knows smoking's banned on site.

I mean, that's a dangerous spot.

I mean, the safety rails are as rusty as hell.

Andy was breaking the rules, so he wouldn't reckon on compensation.

That's hardly what the cop cars are really worried about now.

Yeah, but if they take their cars away and hit the bosses with a bad publicity,

they could score a lot of money.

Yeah, I wouldn't even say.

I've got to go.

Listen, I ought to pay my respects.

Can you drop in?

Give Mrs Cockcroft my condolences.

If I go round, she'll only feel she's got to ask me in, and she can do without

the fuss.

Still keeping up apparently, Dad.

Why don't you say you can't be bothered?

Try looking where you're bloody well going.

I'm Detective Inspector Frost, Denton CID.

Got an appointment with your governor. Where is he?

In there.

Oh. Perhaps you'd be kind enough to show me.

And it's mind where you're bloody well going, sir.

All right?

Now, it's not about keeping information back, but it is about what Detective

Inspector Frost needs to know and what he doesn't.

We already know who shot Tim Fox, and we're going to make sure they all go

for it for so long they'll be lucky to come out on Zimmer frames.

But we've got to make sure Denton CID don't frighten up our villains before we

get a chance to move in.

There's a lot of Tim's work in this, and he wouldn't thank us if we let a bunch

of plods screw it up.

Oh, and one more thing.

You barsters will all retire without being half the detective Jack Frost is.

Just remember that.

So whatever he wants, you haven't got the answer.

Even if it's only the weight of the bog.

You're still sending them me.

Okay?

Oh.

Let's just call it a backhanded compliment, Jack.

I very rarely get compliments from senior officers, backhanded or

Still, beggars can't be choosers.

Right.

Let's get to it.

Right, we're changing.

No, we're going that carousel.

Of course we're changing.

I want to call in at the cock cross later.

What for?

For our condolences.

You've got everything else gross lined up.

Tracy won't think it's gross.

Eh?

There's nothing women go for like a bit of compassion.

You know, a shoulder to cry on.

You still fancy it, don't you?

Yeah, right.

You know, Sammy, it's a well -known fact that when women experience death, I

mean of those close to them, they have a deep -seated need to screw.

Call it an affirmation of life and all that.

You're the one who fancied Tracy.

Oh, I see.

So you don't want my cast off, is that what you're saying?

You rewrite it if you're ready.

She chucked you when her old man told you to steer clear or else. And that

little pillock of a mate who follows you around.

Yeah, I think those were his precise words.

Oi, I don't follow anyone.

Basically, it's about stolen cars.

Top -of -the -line stuff.

Mercs, Jags, BMW, Lexus.

It's thieving on a grand scale.

In a year, they'll shift maybe 1 ,000 motors.

What's this place, then? Is this where you give them a service and an MOT and

send them back to the owners? What?

These cars have been cloned with the identities of other vehicles that we

next. After they're stolen, they'll be shipped out of Europe.

For the moment, it's mainly West Africa, South Africa.

It's like drugs.

No point closing down the dealer if the network stays intact. We need vehicles

that can be followed through the distribution chain to the other end by

in Cape Town, Lagos, wherever.

So you plant your own?

We use satellite tracking system.

Oh, yes.

Have we reached the limit of what you intend to let me know yet, sir?

Jack.

After 18 months, we're close to a result.

When we go in, it will be with other auto theft squads in Europe and Africa.

I meant it when I said that Tim wouldn't want your murder investigation to blow

all our work apart.

Now, these are foot soldiers, mostly.

Drivers, thieves, forgers, heavies.

Body shops will do work on the site.

Car salesmen will pass on the names and addresses of their customers.

Freight companies will provide forged manifests.

Over here.

Now, here we have Dick Rycroft, Miriam Madikani.

He's English, she's South African.

They run the British end.

And they're the ones who are responsible for Tim's death.

Pull them now. In 12 hours, the whole network will vanish.

So you reckon he was shot by this mob?

I don't reckon.

I know.

Why? He was a cop. It was on their backs.

You're here to do the spade work.

Get it right.

We need those murder charges to stick.

Well, call me old -fashioned if you like, but I've never been too

with deciding who did what before I've seen the evidence.

What about this £1 ,000 that was found in DC Fox's car?

No one throws accusations of corruption at my unit.

Tim Fox was not on the take.

Never. Under any circumstances.

All right.

Spade work is dirty business.

I'll see if I can dig up some evidence, but I can't guarantee that you will like

it.

Single shot.

Five when the victim was close.

Facing the killer.

38 calibre.

Entered the pericardial cavity directly, resulting in the cardiovascular failure

that was the cause of death.

We found the bullet.

Any sign of a struggle?

No bruising, no defence wounds.

From the angle of entry, he hadn't even turned away.

Not to me to draw any conclusions about his state of mind, but very close.

Facing the assailant, as I said, and fairly relaxed.

Really? What makes you say that?

Relaxed enough to be eating.

The remains of a burger, meat, bun, lettuce, mayonnaise, were in his mouth

well as his stomach.

Perhaps it was someone that he knew.

Certainly not someone he expected to kill him.

Mrs. Fox?

Yes. I'm Detective Inspector Frost.

I phoned on. Oh, yeah, please, come in.

Don't I know you?

We met, didn't we? Hmm? When I was tumbling at Denton. Ah, of course.

Please, sit down.

Thank you. I, um, I'm sorry about the mess.

I was...

Just doing the tree when Mr Finlay came round.

Tim bought it from the garden centre only yesterday afternoon.

I can't finish it.

I still believe he's going to walk through that door.

I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you some questions.

Are you on your own?

I'd rather be, Mr Frost.

People keep saying they'll come round, but...

When did you last see Tim?

He bought the tree about two.

He didn't stop. He had to get back to work.

Did he tell you where he was going, who he was seeing?

No.

He talked to you very much about his work?

About the car.

He never really said much, you know. He used to like to forget about it at home.

I see.

At home, if he came back late, what did that mean?

Anything.

Ten, twelve, one.

I'd go to bed and he'd turn up whenever.

So he could stay out all night?

Not often, but now and then.

You see, I didn't worry.

It goes with the job.

When we found Tim, there was a sum of money.

Do you know if he'd been drawing out his savings from a building society or a

bank?

He had Christmas shopping to do.

This was £1 ,000 in cash.

Well, of course you'll come in.

I mean, the busier it is, the less time... It's good of your dad to think

I'll put the kettle on.

Tracey?

It's Ray English and... Sam.

Hi.

Ray, Sam.

Thanks, Miss Scott.

Hiya.

Oh, you know, Alan.

Hello. An account.

Oh, we just thought, you know, if there's anything we could do.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, they certainly left you a mess.

I tell you, they should be locked up for this.

Let's give you a hand with that.

That's all right, Ray.

Oh, so?

Dustpan.

Oh, well.

No, honestly, you don't need to. Let them.

It's good to see a manager getting his hands dirty.

We'll give your mum a hand.

This is bloody stupid.

It's just a game, Zoe.

Just a game.

What about these tyre marks, then?

It's a mountain bike of some kind.

The tracks start back there in the bushes.

Clear in places, even though the ground's really hard.

Nothing in the way of footprints, but we've got enough information to get an

on the make of tyre.

Oh, good.

Well, where do they go?

There are more tracks by the fence near the car park to Daly's supermarket.

There's no immediate connection to the murder.

Have you followed them?

One of the soccos did, with a dog handler.

Oh. Well, there you are.

The walk will do you good.

Yeah, but sir, if Hederal Crime Squad know we did it... No, just remember, as

someone once said, we may be lacking in the sophisticated techniques of

detection, but we more than make up for it with the rigour and dedication of our

spadework. Go on, off you go.

By using various filters to compare and separate information...

in the light of surveillance material, witness statements and forensic.

Complex and conflicting data can be simplified analytically by using these

filters to single out individuals.

We call these centre of the universe charts.

Yeah, yeah. We can organise more efficiently and save time and money.

Extraordinary, Constable.

What is all this? Cartoon time, is it? Constable Kavanagh is here to explain

HQ's latest software, Jack.

Well, we haven't got time for all that. Right, listen up, everybody.

I asked people to arrange for CID officers to have time free for this.

well, unfortunately, D .C. Fox's killer didn't get that memo, sir.

All right, now.

Daily supermarket.

What we're looking for is sightings of a mountain bike.

Right? So I want you to talk to the staff, to shoppers.

To anyone. Then I want you to move on to local house to house.

Sergeant Dorridge is already there. He'll fill you in with the details, OK?

So come on, let's go. Chop, chop.

Well,

maybe now is not such a good time, Constable.

If you... There's some work in the collator's office. Ask for Trigg.

He's in.

He'll... I'll find him, sir.

It's good. Yes.

What

time

did Tim leave the warehouse?

Around one.

He said he had some Christmas shopping to do.

Let me see.

What time did he get back?

I saw him at three.

He was down at the workshop.

We're planting cards.

That's what I know. I've had the guided tour.

The only name I can find in Tim's diary is a Peter Davidson.

Someone he was supposed to be meeting the day he died.

Mean anything to you?

I'm not exactly sure.

What do you mean, you're not exactly sure you know the name, or you're not

exactly sure that you intend to tell me?

I'd have to clear it with Detective Superintendent Finlay.

Look, I'm trying to put together the last few hours of a copper's life here.

It's about informants, sir.

The governor wants them protected.

Yeah, well, Tim Fox could have done with some protection, couldn't he?

All right, listen up, everybody.

From now on, this desk is part of my investigation, all right?

That means nothing in it or on it is to be touched. So that goes for this

computer. All right?

We've finished playing games, have we, Detective Inspector Newcombe?

We could do with a drink, Jack.

All right.

Peter Davidson.

None of your mobs seem to know who I'm talking about.

Not very good liars, are they?

Davidson's a car salesman who's giving Rycroft the goods on his customers.

Where they live, what they bought for 30 grand, that kind of thing.

Tim made the first contact.

The plan was for us to use Davidson to plant information about cars we wanted

the gang to nick.

Was Tim Fox meeting Davidson the day he was killed?

Well, he was at the showroom where Davidson worked. It was a customer do.

As far as Davidson was concerned, Tim was a car dealer. That's all he knew.

That's all you think he knew.

Well, I can't guarantee he didn't smell something.

Didn't tip off Rycroft or Maticani.

I can't risk you pulling him in before we make our move.

Any particular Christmas you've got in mind for that, sir?

Look, I've talked to the SAPS in Cape Town. They're liaising with Brussels and

Amsterdam. We go in tomorrow.

Do you mind if I join you?

You're very welcome.

And when it comes to the interrogation about Tim's murder, I'm sure you won't

mind if I join you. There'll be no rank pulled.

No, I'm sorry.

The course my inquiry is taking, I can't risk you being party to the questions

that I shall be asking.

For God's sake. I saw Helen Fox yesterday.

Is that really necessary?

Look at this.

This is a Building Society account opened by Tim Fox a month before he was

killed.

Two large entries in cash.

£1 ,000 a time.

Now, I don't know who Fox was meeting in that park, but £1 ,000 in cash found in

his car?

That could be a third instalment.

What do you think?

That's Dick Rycroft, the big guy.

Fraud, protection, vice.

Five years in Brixton for GBH.

Known to carry a gun and to use it.

Now, Maddy Carney's just moving over behind the container.

South African police had her for a bullion raid in Durban.

They got the gang, but she walked out of court.

They said the money walked with her.

You do know I'm going to have to question them before you, don't you?

I know Tim Fox's killers are down there.

I'm Detective Superintendent Finlay. And this is Detective Inspector Frost.

Luck of the draw.

He gets to go first.

Good. Keep it coming.

Excellent.

Words in from Cape Town, Lagos and Düsseldorf so far.

Full house.

I've got something.

What is it?

Shooters.

Where?

Try something.

39mm, 38mm, short barrel.

38mm recently fired.

Doesn't look like we're going to leave you much to do after all, Jack.

So, what?

DC Fox, Regional Crime Squad.

Yeah, I'm very happy for him.

He was shot and killed last Tuesday night whilst investigating your car

business, Mr. Rycroft.

Hey, whoa.

Now, I don't know what Larry Finley thinks he'll achieve with rubbish like

but you tell him from me exactly where he can stick it.

Are we waiting for a solicitor, Miss Maticani?

I decide what I say and what I don't.

You know, it always amazes me what people pay solicitors just to be told to

there and keep their mouths shut.

It's not about money.

When I need a lawyer, I won't require legal aid.

Ah, right.

Same with shoes, you know.

Look after your feet and they'll last you a lifetime.

They say that you should always buy the most expensive shoes you can afford.

It's a bit like lawyers.

If you can afford an expensive lawyer, the chances are that he comes out of the

same lodge as the judge.

Look at these shoes.

These shoes have been the most uncomfortable shoes I've ever bought.

Bought them last year in a sale.

False economy.

Did you shoot and kill D .C. Fox last Tuesday night?

A simple yes or no will do. Further questions will be asked when we get the

results of the ballistics on the revolver.

This is crazy.

I haven't shot anyone.

I'd call that solicitor now, if I were you.

Not with a murder charge hanging over you. Don't wait too long.

Because all the best ones will be on their Christmas jollies.

All done, Jack?

What do you mean, all done?

I mean, I've got a lot of questions to ask those two, and I've got a lot of

people waiting for the answers. Well, they'll just have to wait. You've got

gun. What the hell else do you need to know?

I need to know where that £1 ,000 came from.

In the meantime, none of your squad can talk to the suspect.

Well, I don't know if that's going to apply to myself or D .I. Newcomb.

The Chief Constable wants this done right.

Corruption leaves a nasty taste, doesn't it?

You never know where it starts.

or where it stops.

Oh, yes, very nice.

I like the instruments.

Seating's nice. A bit like a flight deck on a jumbo.

Oh, I doubt the upholstery on a jumbo would come anywhere near this.

I notice you haven't got a price tag. I suppose if you've got to ask the price,

that means you can't afford it, right?

Style and status don't come cheaply, sir.

Are you looking for one of these?

Or am I just wasting your time and making the place look untidy?

It is Mr Peter Davidson, isn't it?

Yes. Yes, it is. Were you recommended?

No, no. It's just that I recognise you from the regional crime squad's

surveillance photographs.

So where did DC Tim Fox, the man you knew as Jim Thomas, come into all this?

He was selling second -hand cars of quality.

He had the names of a lot of buyers and sellers.

I thought I could up the money from Dick Rycroft and split it with him.

Easy catch.

And if a few cars disappeared, I mean, people got the insurance, no -one was

really hurt.

No.

D .C. Tim Fox was shot.

And he's dead.

Now, did you talk about him to this Rycroft or this Miss Maticani?

No. I never mentioned him to either of them.

Believe me, I didn't know he was a policeman.

I didn't talk to anyone.

I didn't know.

All right, come on.

Come on, sir. Yes, what is it?

I'm telling the truth.

Please. All right.

I just had a call from Forensic.

They've got the ballistics on the Smith & Wesson.

It is the gun that killed Tim Fox.

If Rycroft or Maticani didn't pull the trigger, they know who did.

Mrs. Fox.

Sorry to bother you again.

No, that's all right.

I know what you've got to do.

Um, this is Dennis, a friend of Tim's.

Inspector Frost is investigating.

I was just taking Dennis to catch a train.

Oh, well, if there's a problem, I can come back later.

I can walk.

I'd rather walk.

You knew about this account?

Oh, yeah.

Hume did about a month ago.

I was doing some more temping. We were trying to save up for a holiday, but he

put in £65, that's all. This is over £2 ,000.

Both of these amounts were paid in on different occasions. This one last week

Manchester, and that one the end of November in Birmingham.

Are you saying Tim's done something?

No, I'm just trying to fit the pieces together, that's all.

Do you know if your husband was in Manchester or Birmingham on these dates?

Oh, yeah.

If they're back a day.

They were.

It's football.

He's followed Swindon since he was a boy. He got to as many matches as he

He'd always meet up with an old friend called Dennis. You saw him just now.

They've known each other since they were at school.

Now, on the last two Swindon away matches, Manchester and Birmingham, on

occasions, Timothy Fox visited a Wessex Building Society branch and deposited a

considerable amount of money. Were you with him?

So you have no idea about any money paid in in either Birmingham or Manchester?

He could have done a Manchester, I suppose, but not Birmingham.

Anyone know?

He wasn't there.

Huh?

The night before, Tim rang. Said he didn't want to go to the match.

Could we meet up just to talk?

Talk? What about?

Him and Helen. He, uh...

He thought that she was seeing another man.

We'd been suspicious for a while and, uh... He didn't know what to do.

What's the name of this man?

No name.

He knew he was in the job.

What?

There's another copper.

It seems that your husband didn't go to a football match in Birmingham end of

November. He did. He was with Dennis.

No. He was with Dennis in Swindon.

But someone else was in Birmingham paying money into the New Building

account.

I don't understand.

Well, your husband met Dennis to ask his advice because there were problems

between you both.

You were involved with another man.

A policeman.

Now, who was it?

It was Mark.

Mark Newcombe.

Detective Inspector Newcombe?

I'm not making any excuses.

I started it as much as he did, but whatever went wrong between Tim and me,

wanted to get back to how we were.

So I told Mark we had to finish it.

That was when I realised I'd never known him at all.

You see, we'd have fun and... I knew he was in deeper than I was.

You changed your mind.

Yeah, but Mark wouldn't leave me alone.

I kept on seeing him, sleeping with him, trying to let him down gently.

And when I told him that I still loved my husband, he went off the deep end.

Said he'd destroy our marriage, he'd screw up Kim's career.

It started hitting me.

And you didn't tell your husband about it?

Mark was obsessed.

I believe he was capable of doing the things he said.

Like what?

Tim's career?

Go on.

The Building Society accounts.

The books went missing.

Mark must have taken them when he was here.

So you think that Detective Inspector Newcombe put £2 ,000 of his own money

Tim's account?

He told me. Last week.

Well, why would he do that?

He said he was going to fit Tim up for taking bribes. He had a grass, a car

thief, who'd swear he'd gave Tim the money for information.

Whatever I said, he wouldn't listen.

He'd convinced himself the reason I wouldn't leave my husband was I was just

scared. Scared of Tim.

He kept on saying the same thing over and over.

If Tim didn't let me go, he'd get me thrown out of the force.

Even put in prison.

And he was doing it, Mr Frost. He'd paid him the money.

I realised he wouldn't take no for an answer.

He was out of control. He was dangerous, like some kind of stalker.

Wasn't it about time you told your husband?

Yeah, I did.

The night he was killed.

I needn't have worried about him and me.

He understood.

I knew how hurt he was.

He understood.

He understood I still loved him, too.

He's angry for Mark.

You know, I've never seen him like that.

Did he go and see him?

I don't know.

He went back to work.

I didn't think he'd take Mark on. I thought he'd go straight to Mr. Finley

get him suspended.

And the night that he didn't come back home?

A couple of sleeping pills.

I was in such a state, I went to bed and I didn't wake up till eight.

So since your husband's death, you haven't said any of this to anybody in

regional crime squad?

Mr Finley's already decided who the killers are.

Did you think there might be another explanation?

Yes, of course I did.

I thought it could have been because of Tim's work, and I also thought it could

have been Mark Newcombe.

I'm not proud of being a coward.

I believed if Mark could kill Tim, he could do the same to me.

No time, no see. How's things?

Same as ever.

How's your kid?

Is he finished university now? It didn't suit him.

First time I've seen you at a police car service.

He's found faith.

Hoping to get something for Father Christmas.

Can I have a word, sir?

and Mrs. Fox were.

Well, these things happen.

Yes, well, the reason she kept quiet was because she was afraid of him.

Also, she thought he might be the one that killed her husband.

But you've got solid evidence against the Carthys. The gun was found in their

office. Yes, but only after a raid where Detective Inspector Newcombe was

present.

I mean, it has to be Newcombe.

He's the one that put the money into D .P. Fox's account.

Why?

Yes, well, if this is true, we are dealing with a vicious and obsessive

Yes.

Well, obviously, I can't wait.

Right, thank you very much, sir.

Oh, by the way, if I do have to arrest Newcombe, I'm going to have Finny down

making like a ton of bricks. If you could just, you know, find him, sir,

the way, it'd be very helpful.

I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.

Lisa's really only a few hours late home.

She's, what, 16?

Not just that she's late. The point is, she said she was spending the day at her

friend's. We phoned Jane's parents. Lisa hasn't been there.

She left home at ten this morning. We don't know where she is.

She was supposed to be singing with the choir at church tonight. She's just

disappeared. Has she got a boyfriend?

No, I'm very serious. My daughter is missing. If there wasn't reason for

concern, we wouldn't be here. Something's happened to her. You've got

her.

Jack? Yeah?

What are you doing here?

Oh, just doing a couple of things, you know, just nagging me.

Sure. Come in, we'll have a drink.

Do you want water in that?

Yes, same again.

Yeah, Christmas is always a problem after a divorce.

Sona's got a bloke now.

It wasn't for the kids, I got away.

Oh, yeah?

Here you go.

Hmm? Cheers.

Alright, cheers.

They asked me, but they don't really want me there.

I guess you know what I mean. Yeah, it's a long time since anyone asked me

around for Christmas dinner and dinner.

You must have been quite good.

That is like a shooting.

Years ago.

More social thing, really.

I never found anything social about guns, I must say.

So, no real breakthrough?

Why didn't you tell me about you and Helen Fox?

What she said.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Come on.

Come on, Mark. You know that we don't do it like that.

We met at the regional crime school doing Denton.

I fancied her and we ended up having a drink.

Then I... Bumped into her again, only it wasn't an accident.

Her husband didn't know.

I wanted her to leave him.

Well, she wanted to, but she was frightened of what he'd do.

He could be violent with her.

And when he found out, it was you?

I don't know if he did.

I wanted to take her out of it, but she knew him. She said he'd calm down and

he'd accept it in the end.

She was trying to protect me, too.

So what you're saying is that Helen Fox was going to leave her husband to live

with you and he was going to send her to you with his blessing?

She thought she could handle him.

Point is, could she handle you?

Because, you see, Helen Fox, the man that she was frightened of was you.

She'd broken off your affair, but...

You wouldn't have it.

You pestered her. You followed her and you threatened her. And you said that if

she didn't leave her husband, you would get a graft. What are you trying to put

on me?

Murder.

Someone should do you so hard.

Those car thieves never killed D .C. Fox.

It was self -defence.

He would have killed her.

Oh.

Suddenly Tim started being reasonable.

He said if things weren't working out, basically he wouldn't try and stop her

leaving. He wanted to go for a drink and talk about it.

Money, what they do about the house.

Helen went with him.

He drove her into Oak Park and then he started shouting at her, hitting her,

trying to beat it out of her who I was.

In the end...

She told him.

That's when he produced the gun.

She was fighting for her life.

The gun went off.

Could have been her, it easily is.

She ran.

She got home.

She called me.

And you said, don't worry, because I've got a couple of car thieves that I can

fit up quite nicely.

All right.

Come on, get your coat.

They're all going to spend Christmas in a cell.

Well, you might think about telling the truth.

That is the truth, Jack.

Helen Fox wasn't in Oak Park that night.

And the gun used to kill D .C. Fox was the one that you planted on the car

thieves.

all looking for a drink, you've got the wrong pub.

I was told that your governor was in the office.

He had a few phone calls to make.

Probably about you, sir.

Thank you.

Mark didn't kill anyone.

If you were any kind of detective, you'd know that.

I didn't say he did.

She got him in a cell, for God's sake.

Larry, you run a cowboy outfit.

And if one of your cowboys is finally cut loose, I will find out about him.

You know what Mr. Mallard always says, don't you?

He says there's no such thing as bad coppers, only bad senior officers.

You've got a strange way of asking for my cooperation, Inspector.

Yes, well, I'm not asking anymore, sir.

You want to be more careful where you park.

It comes to something when Denton isn't safe for its own coppers.

I know kids who can trash a car better than you lot.

Allegations against police officers seems to be your speciality, sir.

Leave it, Simon.

I hope you're not thinking of moving this vehicle.

Because if you get done for drink driving, you'll be out of the pool so

your feet won't touch the ground.

Have a nice evening.

Take your jacket off.

Okay.

Still getting into trouble, Jack?

Well, you know me. I change the habit of a lifetime.

Eh?

Well, well.

What a surprise.

I'll stand there in the theatre.

I think we'll be able to save it without amputators.

Oh, hi.

Thank you.

It was... They'd done up my car, smashed the windscreen and dumped a load of

rubbish on the body. I was just trying to clear it away so I could drive off.

I see.

And where were the police?

They were on hand.

Immediately.

I thought that you were in Scotland.

I was.

Nearly two years.

But it was a mistake.

Not the first one.

Anyway, I came back to Denton in the summer.

Doesn't sound as though it was the last one, either.

Oh, I'm quite glad to be back.

Well, there's no doubt in it. I don't think it needs stitches.

You up to date with your Auntie Petna?

Look, come on, Shirley, what do you think?

I was going to ring you.

But I wasn't sure.

You should have done. Why not?

Drop your trousers. Bend over.

You... You are joking.

Do I look as if I'm joking?

Now that I've got a syringe in my hand, could you do me a favour?

I think

she's lying about her age. She can't be more than 16.

She's made sure she had nothing to identify her. She doesn't want anybody

know who she is.

And I've got a feeling she might do a runner.

I can't believe a young girl can come in here.

And give birth just like that without anybody knowing anything about it.

She must have family.

Where was she living?

Everything says she's living at home.

She was hardly carrying any weight. I wouldn't have known she was pregnant

to look.

Oh, well.

If she was living at home and no one knew anything about it, she must have

putting on a bloody good performance.

All it takes is enough fear.

Yeah.

I'll get on to uniform.

We can check out missing persons.

We had no choice, Lisa.

They've been looking for you. They were very worried about you. You must realise

that. Do they know?

They won't react the way you think. My father will. When they realise what

you've been through, I'm sure all they'll want to do is get you both

home.

I thought when I was strong enough, I'd just leave when no -one was around.

I thought I could leave him here.

He'd be looked after.

No one would ever know who I was.

I did know what you were thinking.

She was expecting you, but she's still very frightened and upset.

The sooner you let her know there's nothing for her to worry about, the

The first one you left.

Jack. If I don't see you... No, no, no, no.

King's arms are king's arms, OK?

You go in and sleep.

I don't know what to say.

Then you'd better find something.

Well, thank you for finding her, Inspector.

If I haven't got much to say, it's because... I'm still taking it in.

You hear it about other people's daughters, but your own... I'm still too

shocked.

I'm shocked too, Mr Harper.

So far all I've heard is how it affects you.

I can't begin to understand what your daughter must have felt like when she

found out she was pregnant.

Nine months with no one to speak to.

No one at home that she could turn to for help.

My God, you're lucky she's alive.

If you want to do something for leisure, Mr Harper, for Christmas...

You better start now.

Ding -dong merrily, Mr. Rycroft.

There.

Just think of all the money you're saving on that holiday in Marbella.

Oh, no charge for Christmas dinner here, sir.

That's not to say there won't be any charges.

Room service.

Sorry, it's not quite Barbados.

Thank you, Inspector.

Oh, and if you're thinking of using the food as evidence of police brutality,

just remember I'm eating it as well.

Happy Christmas.

And Barbados had not been cancelled.

Just for food.

I won't be eating.

Please yourself.

Kids will think I've forgotten them.

I think you've got more to worry about than wondering what your

kids are doing, Mark.

Can't explain that to them.

Here you are.

Just about to get a signal. You've got two minutes. I'm outside the door. All

right.

Hello?

Jamie?

Yeah.

I'm sorry I couldn't... I'm working.

Yeah, a big good job.

Very big good.

Now, quick, go and get your sister.

But first, you tell me what you've got for Christmas, eh?

What's that?

It's chestnut stuffing.

Do you only bake beans?

Oh, Jack, chefs worked hard at this.

Yeah, I can see that.

Oh, come on, give me some baked beans. I won't tell if you don't.

Good girl.

Thank you.

All right, what are you doing in?

Sergeant Ray, you couldn't fill the rock, though.

I volunteered for a shift.

Didn't you learn anything as a cadet?

Never, ever volunteer for anything.

Come on, come and sit down.

I was just looking at the update on the murder of Detective Constable Fox.

Yeah, well, he's speaking at CID.

I am attached to CID, sir.

Well...

Everyone says there aren't enough detectives.

I want to be useful.

See, eventually I want to get into the CID, sir.

You want to be a detective?

God, dear.

Take my advice.

You stick to your flowcharts and your filters.

I didn't join to sit behind a desk, sir.

If you've got a desk, hang on to it.

Once you get the smell of what human beings do to each other in your

you'll never get rid of it.

Oh, hello, Jack. Hello. Good Christmas.

The bad news, the Indian was closed Christmas Day. The good news, the

was open Boxing Day. I'm still trying to recover from what passed as turkey in

the canteen, but apart from that, I have plenty of clean socks.

Oh, well, that's good news for all of us. Oh, Jack.

Yes. Bloody cats.

Oh, yeah, what cats?

The dead.

Oh, those cats.

Three killed over the holidays, another shot last night, along with several now

headless garden gnomes.

Yeah. And I've had RSPCA in this morning.

Oh, they do gnomes now, do they?

Look, listen, I'm investigating a murder.

I've got a police officer in a cell, international car thieves either side,

got the regional crime squad trying to fit me up as a Millennium Street, and

want me to solve the mystery of the headless gnomes.

Don't hold your breath.

Constable, do you have a cat?

No, sir.

Then you've got something in common with these people. Though they did have cats

until fairly recently.

See what your software can make of the information in there, will you? Thank

you. Good morning.

Ah, the news on that mountain bike. Yes.

The tracks did go into the park and out the same way, but forensics still can't

say it was the same day Tim Fox was killed.

What about Newcombe's bike?

Well, it's an exact match for the tyre tracks in the park, but there's no

forensic. Newcombe's bike's brand new. Never even been out on the street.

Well, it's a bit of a coincidence, though, isn't it?

We'll talk to him about that later.

Anyway, I'm off. I've got a few things to do.

Have a good time, sir.

£2 .40.

That's very good.

Thanks a lot.

Oh, hello, Mr. Frost. Good Christmas.

I see. The difficult questions first, is it?

I'd like to have some hash, please.

Got any left?

How would you like it, Dad?

Oh, you know, I don't mind. Let it come.

Fill it!

Now! Fill it!

Now!

No, don't.

What do you want?

Hit the alarm now.

Move and I'll shoot.