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Try looking where you're bloody well going.

Mind where you're bloody well going, sir.

You're new, are you, Constable?

Yes, sir.

Oh. Get a transfer.

Tim Fox, Detective Constable, Regional Crime Squad.

One shot, close range.

This was a thousand pounds in cash.

Dick Rycroft, Miriam Madikani.

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

I'm police!

You're getting into trouble, Jack.

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

You were involved with another man.

A policeman.

What are you trying to put on me?

Murder.

Tough break.

Fill it, son. Fill it now!

Fill it!

Now! Do what he wants.

Have you got the motorbike? No sign of the rider.

What more do we know about the hostages?

Four bank cashiers and some old bloke who was in there already.

Manager was at lunch.

Any details on the weapon?

Small calibre, maybe a revolver.

Right. Time you made contact.

Leave it!

I told you, stay still!

I can't see them.

Yes, that's right, Superintendent. I'm one of the hostages. If they try to come

in here, I'll shoot.

Are you all right?

What are they saying?

Does he know you're a policeman?

Yes, that's right. I'm Frost. What are they saying?

What are your demands?

I want a car.

I want a car and I take you with me, right?

Yeah, I heard him. But what I want is for him to come out alone without the

and give himself up.

Excuse me.

The superintendent of police. He would like to talk to you. I think it's a good

idea.

Jack.

A few thousand pounds, that's all. We weren't going to hurt anybody.

Why don't you talk to them?

I'm sure something can be sorted out.

It's the only way I could get it.

That sort of money, I had to.

Really?

Why? Why was it so important?

Because I look like this.

Like a piece of lard.

That's my nickname.

Lardy.

I've tried everything.

Diets, pills, exercise.

But there's this new treatment.

It's guaranteed. I had to try.

It's bad enough with your friends.

You've got to keep making the jokes before they do. And you don't even think

about fancying a girl.

It's the biggest mistake of all.

But there's this clinic in London.

There's a chemical that destroys fat.

They said I'd lose half my weight in a month just like that.

How much does this treatment cost?

£3 ,000.

But I've seen photos of people.

It's changed their lives.

What's your name, son?

It's Keith.

Keith.

Look, I know what you're doing.

Talking, listening, I know.

But I've got to find a way out.

Well, there's no way out, Keith.

Because I know what's on the other side of those doors.

Police marksmen.

And you're an expert, are you?

Well, I do know what's out there.

Because, you see, I'm a copper.

I'm a detective inspector by the name of Jack Frost.

That will be the superintendent.

Would you like me to talk to them?

What will they do?

Well, they'll wait until you're ready to talk.

But if you go outside with us and that gun, they'll shoot you.

Straight through the inspector.

They're marksmen.

They'll miss me.

They won't miss you.

Come on, Keith.

Give it up.

Superintendent, I have the gun.

The lad's coming out.

After all that, it's a ruddy replica.

Arm police!

Arm police! Arm police! Keep looking at me. Do exactly as you're told and you

will not be harmed.

Walk forward slowly toward me. Do it now.

Keep looking at me.

Keep looking at me.

Let me see your hands.

Keep walking slowly toward me. Keep looking at me.

Face down.

Do it.

Keep looking toward me.

Keep looking at me.

Keep looking at me.

Spread everything you've got and don't move a muscle, fat boy.

Do you know Dr Frost?

Inspector Frost?

Sure.

I arranged to meet him here for lunch.

If he comes in, could you tell him?

Well, are you, uh... Are you all right?

Yes, no, I'm fine, sir. Fine, thank you.

It was only a replica, wasn't it?

Yes, well, you want to know that.

Well, I suppose Detective Superintendent Finlay's been beating your ear again,

has he?

Well, yes, Jack. He and I would both like to know what's happening with his

detective inspector, Newcombe. And I need details, Jack.

Well, I believe that Newcombe planted the gun that killed D .C. Fox on the car

thieves.

Now, he says that he got the gun from Mrs. Fox after it went off by

accident.

when she struggled with her husband.

Of course, she denies that.

And what have you got from Rycroft and Maticani? Oh, I think they're in the

clear. I don't believe that they're involved in the murder.

But on balance, I think that Rycroft and Maticani didn't even know DC Fox.

So it's no good Larry Finlay jumping up and down, saying he's got to interview

them about the car theft.

I mean, they've been talking to the man who tried to fit them up with murder.

I mean, what is a bunch of good lawyers going to do with that?

Yes?

Who?

Thank you.

Well, Jack, I think you'd better look at your evidence again.

Miss Madikani is in the interview room with her solicitor.

She wants to talk to you.

She wants to confess.

I'm acting on my solicitor's advice.

Right, well, I understand that you wish to make a statement regarding the death

of Detective Constable Fox.

No, I don't.

Then what the hell are we doing here?

My client wishes to make a voluntary statement concerning her involvement in

buying and transportation of cars.

She is prepared to admit... I'm not interested in car theft.

That's down to the regional crime squad.

I'm investigating the death of a police officer, as you well know.

I do note that the only questions that my client has been asked so far refer to

the death of a detective constable.

Since Miss Mardukani knows nothing about that, I hope you don't intend to stop

her making a statement about matters which do relate directly to her arrest.

Well, she can do what she likes.

As long as it doesn't involve wasting my time.

What's this?

He wants to make a statement. Mr Mullet's paid you.

Advice from your solicitor, is it, Rycroft?

I've changed solicitors, Mr Frost.

I've got the same one as Miriam.

It ain't cheap.

In fact, you could probably retire him what he charges for a week's work.

Get some of Finlay's mob over here, will you? And when they've taken statements

from our pair of high flyers, I want to sit them at the table and interview

them. about whether scams, fit -ups and fabricated evidence is standard

procedure in Larry Finlay's outfit.

What are you looking at?

Been my number two for six years. I mean, I was best man at his wedding.

What did you know about Mark and Helen?

I knew he was seeing a married woman, but he was happier than he'd been since

sped up with Sandra.

I just thought, well, good for him. None of my business.

I had no idea who it was.

All right.

Let's just take Tim Fox and Mark Newcombe, right?

Tim Fox and Mark Newcombe.

Tim Fox knows that his wife is...

You know, going over the side.

So he pleads with her to stay, but she's in love with this other man.

So Tim Fox, he is heavy, threatens her and he knocks her about a bit. So much

that she's frightened that he'll get really dangerous if she does leave him.

Which is right.

Because as soon as she does say that she's going to go, he tries to shoot

Mark Newcombe.

He's in love with Helen Fox.

They have an affair.

After a little while, she wants to jack it in.

The lover boy here, he can't accept that.

And so he stalks her and he threatens her.

But what he realises, he realises the only thing that's stopping him and Helen

from sailing away into the sunset is her husband, Tim.

Right. So what's he going to do? He fits Tim up.

If Tim Fox doesn't let Helen go, he will blackmail him into letting her do it.

It doesn't work.

So he kills him.

Hmm. Right.

So what have you got?

You've either got Tim Fox and Helen as babes in the wood and Mark Newcomb as

Wicked Witch, or you've got Mark Newcomb as Sir Lancelot riding to rescue the

Lady Helen from the Wicked Dragon, her old man.

Which one do you buy?

Well, until they stop sounding like fairy stories, I don't buy either of

Shirley, I'm so... Don't, don't. I just saw it on the news. You are all right.

Yes, yes, I'm fine, thank you. Now, I knew you wouldn't have had a

decent Christmas dinner over the holidays.

So here it is.

Turkey, chestnut stuffing, all the trimmings, and the Christmas pudding.

needs heating.

You haven't eaten, have you?

me straight away.

I don't know.

I mean, I would have been all right if I hadn't had Larry Fidley's Rogan Josh.

You needn't have pretended, Jack. I've given up walking out in high dungeon. No

one ever came to drag me back.

When we stopped seeing each other, I said a lot of things.

Don't seem to matter very much now.

No, most of them were true.

I didn't give you very much back, did I?

You gave what you gave. You never lied to me about that.

I pretended I wasn't asking anything of you, but I was. Whatever I said then, I

didn't really want to believe that the job came first.

Yes, well, the job came first.

I wonder how many things I've screwed up in my life.

To start with, my marriage and my wife's illness.

Oh, come on, Jack. I knew you then. You did everything you could do for her.

No, everything I had to.

Quite the same thing.

Do you know, we've got this young woman.

She's been attached to the CID, WPC. She's come to teach us about

computers.

And do you know what?

She only wants to be a detective.

That's a reasonable ambition in a police officer.

In a police officer, yeah, but... Not in a human being.

So you're going to tell her all the things you wished you'd done.

Instead of being a detective.

It's a very short conversation.

Inspector Frost wants to talk to you.

Has he spoken to Helen yet?

Has she said anything?

Upstairs, Inspector Newcombe. I only do the deliveries.

About this money in his building society account... I told you we needed to get

Tim into a corner to make him back off so Helen could leave him and get on with

her life.

Whose idea was that?

Was that yours or hers? It didn't happen like that. We were desperate to find a

way out.

Oh, yeah. I'll tell you how it happened, shall I?

You sat up after a harmless piece of adultery and you said, I've got an idea.

Let's fit up your husband, shall we? We could get him the theft. We might even

be able to get him put away. It wasn't going to go that far.

Oh, come on. This wasn't a way out.

This was revenge.

What about that money that was found in Tim Fox's car? That came from you,

didn't it? No.

Where did it come from? I don't know.

All right.

Let's agree on one thing.

Helen Fox was not going to leave her husband because she still loved him.

And she told you that.

She loved me. She couldn't stand him.

Mr. Pross, you've got to talk to Helen again.

Tell her it will be self -defence. I know when she understands that, she'll

you.

You just bought a mountain bike.

Yeah.

No Christmas present.

What's that got to do with anything?

I'm just about to show the interviewee some tyre traps.

Found in Oak Park, near the scene of D .C. Fox's murder.

You go there quite a lot, don't you? Once, with Superintendent Finlay.

Well, you see, these tyres, they're very similar to the tyres on the bike in

your garage. In fact, they're so similar, I would say they're exactly the

I wasn't there.

Is there any forensic to put my bike in that car?

Eh? You bought a bike a week before the murder.

We've got tyres that match yours at... the scene on the same day. It'll take

ten minutes to cycle from your flat to where these tyre tracks begin at Oak

Park. The file is getting fatter.

Look, this doesn't make any sense. And all you can say to me is I was on my

I didn't see anyone and I didn't speak to anyone. I was waiting for Helen and

when she came round it was after... After that.

Helen Fox said she didn't go out that day.

I don't believe you've been back to her.

She wouldn't lie if she knew you were trying to fit me up.

What about this point?

I bought two.

Oh, you bought two? Why was that? In case the first one got a puncture, was

It was a Christmas present. One was for me, the other one was for Helen.

Where is this second bike?

I... I gave it to him last week. It'll be at the house.

Jack, talk to her.

If she admits she shot Tim when he was trying to kill her, no -one will put her

away now. Make her understand that.

Please!

Hello.

Bit early for Twelfth Night, isn't it?

Oh, there's so much stuff.

I don't know, I suppose I'm looking for things to do.

Have you got a mountain bike?

It's a peculiar question.

Last time I had a bike, I was 13.

Well, Mark Newcombe said that he gave you one as a gift at Christmas, a twin

the one that he bought himself.

That's mad.

Oh, look at this.

Here's one for the connoisseurs.

Swindon Town v Charlton Athletic.

I would appreciate it, Mrs Fox, if you would come down to the station with me.

I've got a few questions that I want to ask you in a more formal way, just to

clear up any remaining confusion.

I'll get my coat.

Thank you.

I still think you should come, Dad.

What's the point?

Well, you knew him better than I did.

You used to go fishing with him?

I gave up fishing a long time ago.

Great.

Last week you sent me around to give your condolences to the cock cross.

Now it's all pointless.

Well, no -one expects you to go.

Well, I am now.

Well, that'll be Sam.

I don't know why you put up with that clown.

Or does he give you the illusion of having brains yourself?

He's got more about him than most of the losers round here.

Yeah, you'd want that for your funeral, wouldn't you?

You know, it's a good job you're not going, Dad.

The shock might be too much for some people.

I mean, a number of times they threw you outside this house.

Half of them probably think you're dead already.

The finishing touch.

Ready, Miss Orange?

Cool, Mr Pink.

I'll see if I can get us a cup of tea.

I prefer coffee. I don't think I could face the Denton canteen tea. Oh, well,

course. You used to work here.

Yeah, you know what to expect.

I think that something happens to your body if you stay here too long. I can't

get enough of the old canteen tea.

Could we have a cup of...

They think it was me. Hey, Sergeant, what do you think you're playing at?

you know I've got to interview Mrs. Potts? Sorry, Sergeant.

Get him back to the cell. Go on.

You've got to tell him you did it.

It's self -defense.

You killed him, you bastard. I don't understand.

Tell him! I told you to leave me alone. I love you. To leave us both alone, and

you murdered him. Come along.

You love me!

You just go in there, please, and just sit down over there. Thank you.

You did that on purpose.

I hope it wasn't too destructive.

There's no one in CID, sir.

Sergeant Brady said I'd do it. Oh, all right, come on, take a chair, sit down

there.

Interview with Mrs Helen Fox, those present, D .I. Frost and... Constable

Kavanagh.

At 11 .31 on the 30th of December, 1999.

All right, I've got two versions of your husband's death, yours and your

boyfriend's, Mr Newcombe.

What D .I. Newcombe said is that you and he were blackmailing Mr.

Fox into letting you leave him quietly, and if your husband, Tim, didn't agree,

he'd be thrown out of the police for corruption.

No. I wanted to protect my husband. I told you that.

Mr. Newcombe goes on to say you shot your husband in self -defence. Oh,

nonsense.

All right, we'll skip the planting of the gun during the police operation. Mr.

Newcombe admits that he did that, naturally.

But he claims it's a gun you gave him the night your husband was shot. I don't

know anything about a gun.

What about these his -and -her bikes?

There were no bikes.

Oh, yes, there were. There were two.

I've seen Mr Newcomb's receipt.

I wouldn't have accepted anything from him. We weren't even talking by then.

You know, stories come with big holes and little holes, Mrs Fox.

Now, Mark Newcomb's story's got many holes.

That's not surprising.

I'll tell you what is surprising, though. A story that has no holes at all

that's remembered perfectly.

People aren't like that.

Now, your story makes perfect sense from beginning to end.

You've told it several times.

You remembered it backwards.

You never change a single word.

I know where I was the night my husband was killed.

I know that I was afraid of Martin Newcombe.

Does that make me a liar?

I'll have to consider it.

If you did kill your husband that night, you didn't do it in self -defence.

You did it because you planned it. That's not true.

Oh, yeah.

Yes.

And when I pulled in D .I. Newcombe, oh, that's when he became expendable.

Because, you see, the finger points at him putting the money in the car.

Because he planted the cash in Tim's building society account.

But the night your husband was killed, you put that £1 ,000 in the car.

I never believed the police would go this far to protect each other.

I had an affair, yeah, but I loved my husband.

Mark murdered him.

Your husband's life was well insured, a lot of money.

Is that why you did it?

We were both insured for the same amount of money.

If anything happened to either of us, we wanted to know the other one would be

all right.

Or was it because he wasn't a very good copper?

I mean, he failed his sergeant's exam twice.

Now, that's not a very easy thing to do.

He wasn't very ambitious.

Why are you doing this to me?

Because it's my job, Mrs Fox.

All right.

You can go home now.

I'll arrange for someone to take you.

Don't bother.

Interview ended at 11 .33.

You know, Lord, the secrets of our heart.

Shut not your merciful ears to our prayer, but spare us, Lord most holy,

most mighty.

Most holy and merciful Savior, Thou most worthy judge eternal, Suffereth not at

our final hour For any pains of death to fall from thee.

Bless the Lord, my soul, Lord my God, Thou art very great, Thou art clothed

honor and majesty, Who covereth thyself with light as with a garment, Who

stretcheth out the heavens like a curtain, Who layeth the beams of his

in the water.

O give thanks unto the Lord, Call upon his name, Make known his deeds among the

people. Sing unto him. Sing psalms unto him.

Talk ye all of his wondrous words.

So the cold silence of disapproval, Constable.

You think she did it?

I don't know. Maybe Newcombe did.

I'm floundering, all right?

But what I am doing is turning up the heat.

To see if I can start a fire. It's an old CID technique.

There's no computer programme for it.

But listen.

She is not right.

And Newcombe is just a little bit righter. Not a lot, but just a bit.

All right, come on then. What do you think?

You've got no evidence against her and she knows it.

If she's guilty, she's not going to put her hands up just because you shout at

her. I didn't shout at her. Close enough.

All right.

Maybe I did.

Maybe I ought to lean on her a bit harder, bully her a bit more.

You see, what we deal with is unpleasant.

Sometimes you have to take hold of what is unpleasant inside you and use it.

Now, if you can't do that... I'm sure I could learn, sir.

I've met my fair share of unpleasant detectives.

Ah,

Mr Mullins. Thanks.

Going to the house. I don't know if you... Ray and I, we've got to get back

work.

Your family's not in Denton?

Hertfordshire. But they're up in Scotland now. My sister lives there.

You've seen them over the holidays?

I can stand all that.

Minced pie and long walks.

Longer arguments.

Babies throwing up.

Anne, car's going.

Coming, Sally.

I don't know if sometime over New Year, if you want a drink or maybe... Let's do

that.

I'll see you.

Yeah?

So, what was all that with Anne Moore?

We're going to have a drink.

See? What did I tell you?

That Sally Wainwright.

I could do her a favour.

The way she was looking at me across that coffin.

Positively indecent.

She thought we were a couple of prats.

Oh, Sammy, Sammy.

When are you going to learn?

She just doesn't appreciate a quality product when she sees it.

I'll just have to teach her a lesson, won't I?

So what do you reckon?

She's not interested, Ray.

They're all interested.

We're collecting for Mrs Cockcroft. It's not much, but people feel they want to

do something, so... Yeah, of course, sir.

That's very generous.

It's all I've got on me.

See you later.

Thanks again, Ray.

Is that all you've got to say?

Sorry?

Well, Sam's going out for a drink with Anne.

I just thought you might want to make it a foursome.

Gives us the option of swapping at half -time.

Ray, I don't want to go out with you.

You asked me once before, I said no before.

You don't want to keep an eye on Anne, though.

I mean, when wild man Goodwin gets her in the back of his car and that hormonal

overdrive just kicks in, it could take two responsible adults to tear them off

each other.

When did you turn into an adult?

Was that temper, Sally?

Always a good sign.

You know, you want to stop suppressing those feelings.

I know you love me. I don't even like you, Ray.

I like you even less after your performance at the funeral.

I mean, you couldn't see a dead man buried without your stupid joke.

I mean, if you can't grow up, at least you can behave with a bit of decency.

You're pathetic.

And your mates know better.

I've talked to Anne.

She won't be going for that drink.

You might as well pass the message on.

Mr Cockcroft always thought you were a nasty piece of work.

He was right.

I told you to leave him.

I said Sally didn't want to go out with you. Sally Wayne writes to nobody.

Last year she's dishing up pics, Will. And then she gets a badge that says

manager. Come on.

Suddenly she's better than anyone else.

She's a dumb bitch.

It wasn't Sally I was asking out.

They're mates.

And now you know Anne's a dumb bitch too.

I doubt she screws to your second date.

Think of the money I saved you.

Who the hell does she think she is?

Slugging me off right now.

Forget it.

I don't think so.

That's telly when one wants to take him down a peg or two.

Who, by you?

That'd make me laugh.

Don't exactly scare her, Sammy.

Well, maybe she should think again.

Don't take all night

What are you doing?

So where did you disappear to last night?

Nowhere.

Thought you might have had another try at persuading little Miss Moore.

You were right.

She's just another loser.

Who was in in this place?

The Sully's safe from the wrath of Sam, is she?

I wouldn't say that.

Oh, frightening.

You're an animal, Sammy.

I would like the body back. I know it's the sort of thing you'd probably dump or

put in an incinerator.

No, of course not. We'll get it back to you. All right.

Bye -bye.

What was all that?

I seem to have missed the memo saying we shouldn't give bodies back to the

nearest and dearest unless they make a special request.

It's her dog, sir. It got shot.

Oh, yeah? Where?

In her back garden, just outside Denton.

She works at the power station.

Is it tying in with Sergeant Brady's capturing?

Well, it's the same area.

Another random shooting at a pet.

Let's see, does that young lady have, you know, any ideas?

It just seems it's kids.

It doesn't sound like kids to me.

If they did, they didn't get the rifle from Father Christmas.

I tell you what, Susan Cavanaugh is making a file on all this on her

Tell her to shove the dog in. At least we'll have everything in a decent order.

You know what? Some people are still working with microchips and information

technology. Me?

No, I've skipped all that.

I'm on to the chaos theory.

Now, that's what I like to see, a man who knows how to enjoy himself.

What's the matter with you?

Mullet. Hmm?

He's only landed this computer woman on me.

And as you know, Jack, I've got my own system.

Yes, and so has PC Kavanaugh. Knows he's ten times quicker.

Hmm. Eh?

What's happening with Newcombe?

Oh.

I don't know. It's not easy.

It's easier for him than for Helen.

She used to work for you, didn't she? Oh, yeah, great job. Nothing was too

trouble. And she didn't throw my system out the window and bring in one you need

a degree to understand.

No, I know what you mean.

And she's still got her amnesty record into the computer HQ before any other

station in the division.

She was here during the gun amnesty?

Yeah. That's why Mullet sent her to work with me. I was running the amnesty, but

we had so much stuff in. All right.

Come on, come with me.

But what about my dinner?

Leave it, leave it. Oh, this is important.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

We had several 38s in.

What about this one?

Hmm?

No, it looks familiar.

Like a short barrel, 38.

I don't remember thinking one of them was.

Yeah, what about the list?

Well, we'd had over 50 weapons in.

Four of them were 38s.

Now, wait a minute.

There's only three.

Is this one?

No,

different serial numbers.

In fact, different makes.

Two Smith and Wessons.

It's not even the same specification.

I could have sworn there were four.

Helen Fox did this, didn't she? I mean, filled in the details and all the

records. From my notes.

If a gun went missing...

Would it be possible to wipe the details from the computer?

By Helen?

I don't believe it.

Oh, and about those dead cats and dogs. Yeah, well, never mind about that now.

I've got something else I want to ask you.

If information has been wiped from a computer, is there any way of getting it

back? Well, that depends exactly what backup was being used.

All right, this was six months ago, maybe more.

Was the information sent to HQ?

Well, of course it was. That was the whole idea.

But this is what went up to HQ.

Is there any way of getting back wiped information?

If there are other versions of the file, old backups. I mean, it's unlikely, but

there are programmes.

Right, well, there you are. You want to be a detective so you can forget all

about your moggies for a minute. I want you to find me something that isn't

there. There's almost no chance.

Oh, no.

There never is.

That's what makes the job such a pile of challenges.

Well, it's going to be a long haul, Miss Maticani, no matter how much you pay

your lawyers.

Are you a betting man, Mr. Frost? No, no.

Why? You couldn't afford to lose.

I'll send you a postcard from Barbados.

Oh, yeah.

Well, there you go.

All yours.

Remember I told my squad I didn't want your investigation screwing up this

operation? Well, yeah, something along those lines, sir.

Yeah, well, now there's every chance that Mattie Carney and Rycroft's

aren't worth the paper they're written on.

They'll be claiming they made them under duress when they were being set up for

murdering a copper with a gun planted on them by another copper.

Well, that won't get them far, will it?

Maybe, for the right lawyers.

Tainted evidence.

And it could taint everything else we come up with.

You could even end up being called as a witness for the defence.

Well, you always said it didn't smell right, didn't you?

Yeah. Well, now it stinks.

Thanks a bunch.

It wasn't me who decided that they'd killed Tim Fox.

I was only doing the spade work.

Like you asked me to.

So.

working on Millennium Night?

Well, no. We're on standby.

Oh, same here.

Yes, just in case the old Millennium Bug strikes and causes anarchy and chaos to

the streets of Denton, Superintendent Mullet and I will be there to save the

day.

Jack, if I'm like you, if I wasn't on standby, I'd be volunteering.

Oh, I know. So would I, breaking a habit of a lifetime.

Jack, if you could, you would move into Denton Police Station.

Ah, no.

See, I read about this trip to India.

Watch the Millennium Dawn.

25 ,000 pounds.

I was going to book it, but, you know, it was a bit late.

Well,

with all the usual provisos about you getting called away,

New Year's Eve, as you've missed out on the Taj Mahal,

How's about a tikka masala at the Golden Curry?

All right, you're on.

It's only about £24 ,995 cheaper.

But what about the dawning of a dentist?

Up yours, Inspector Frost.

That mountain bike that Helen Fox dumped.

It's the last piece.

It must be in a limited radius.

Well, come on, get out the maps and the wellies. Let's get the team moving.

Anybody think this was a holiday or something? Forensic wonder where they've

a suspicious traffic accident. Oh, well, you go and have it with your sergeant.

Go on your way back, get me a sandwich.

Chicken.

If you can't get chicken, get cheese.

If you can't get cheese, just go out and buy some. I want that mountain bike. Go

on. Oi, by the way.

Have you seen Susan Kavanagh? Not today, sir, no.

Oh, all right. If you do, tell her I owe her a drink. And she can have a splash

of lime in her lager.

Go on, off you go.

Car went out of control on Broad Street last night. Going down the hill.

Woman's in a coma.

Has she been drinking?

Apparently not. She was on a widow party.

It's an old car. It's not well maintained. And the brakes failed.

But this is what struck me as odd.

Scratches here and here on the chassis.

I think it's been tampered with.

It looks like something's been dragged across the cable recently.

Sharp teeth.

Hacksaw, possibly.

Now, the cut on this piece of cable is too clean to have happened naturally.

I don't think this was an accident.

No, she was.

Sally... Wainwright, Fairview Road.

I know her.

She came in to see me yesterday.

Somebody shot her dog.

Look what's been happening around Kimmington the last six months.

Person or persons unknown killing cats.

Nasty, vicious, random.

And several burglaries. Not a lot taken, but a lot of damage done.

Now, I reckon that's what it's all about.

Next, Sally Wainwright.

Her dog gets shot, a two -two bullet, same as the cat's.

Next morning she goes out, someone's fiddled with the brakes.

Car goes out of control, she ends up in hospital. She's in a coma.

Might even die.

And you think that was the intention?

Yes.

Sally Wainwright was targeted.

That means there must be a motive.

And I believe there was a motive for the rest, too.

The damaged furniture, the cats, a lot.

Oh, you're talking about a very warped mind, Jack.

Very warped.

Yes, sir. In my experience, there's only one place with more warp factors.

It's the Starship Enterprise.

Is that bastard complaining about the noise again?

Never called you about the bloody music, have they?

You bunch of losers!

Hello, it's just a routine call, sir.

Are you Mr. S. Goodwin, the holder of a license for a .22 rifle?

Come on.

Where's my gun, like?

It's here somewhere. I saw it.

What do you use the rifle for?

Rabbits. I've got an allotment.

No one knows why.

I've never seen them produce a vegetable off it.

Well, I would like to see the weapon.

I just need to establish that it matches the serial number I've got here.

And I may need to take it in for tests, just to eliminate it from the inquiries.

It's like I said, I keep the allotment in the shed.

That doesn't sound very secure.

It should be here in a secure cabinet.

I'd like to see it.

Now would be fine.

Sam will drive down, you follow, all right?

We're not going to do him just because he doesn't keep the rifle in the flat.

I mean, not with New Year's Eve and all that.

I'll be right behind you.

When you wipe a disc, the stuff's still actually on it, till more information's

dumped on top.

Well, I didn't even know you could retrieve it, but Susan used some program

other.

So this is the gun that killed Tim Fox.

Serial number's here, and it says it came with six rounds.

Well, the gun was in the station.

Helen Fox had access and opportunity.

Now we've got evidence that she wiped it off the records.

I trusted Helen.

Yeah, well, so did Mark Newcombe.

So did her husband.

They know what they're looking for.

What are they going to prove?

Stanley, you're a lot man.

Anyone can get hold of it.

The most they can do you for is being a careless git.

I didn't care about Sally's dog.

What are you talking about?

I thought I was going to take Sally down on a peg.

I was going to tell you, like with the cats and doing over the houses when

people pissed us off.

You stupid, ignorant moron.

Oh, it's Dan Meddy, thanks.

The door did have a lock. I'm going to throw it out.

A child could walk in there.

Clay, what the hell are you doing? I'm cleaning up your mess.

And if you don't want to join her, you better give me a hand to get rid of her.

Susan here?

No. She's into the idea, isn't she?

No.

Doesn't she realise that skiving is a privilege reserved for just inspectors?

She's not skiving.

She's still working on that other job you gave her.

What other job?

Dead cats and dogs.

Well, it was forensic on the bullet in the dead dog.

Then she mapped licences for two -two rifles, came up with a few dozen names

addresses, right area, and went off to check for the licence holders.

Where is this list?

It'll be on her laptop.

Well, get it printed fast.

If we don't stop her, she could be checking up on a murderer.

I'm at work now, so get your fat arse in gear and be here for 11.

You do what I bloody say, Samuel, or do you want to go the same way?

It's not your fault, Jack.

She's done exactly what I would have done if I were in her shoes.

She's gone out to prove that she could hack it.

And I was the one that wound her up to it.

What's this?

Susan's list.

Trouble is, there's too much information here.

Need to filter some of it out. We've got every crime where a pet's even been

mentioned, right down to a burglary where a fish tank got broken.

What's that?

Say that again.

A burglar smashed some bloke's fish tank.

I suppose the fish died, that's why it's on the list.

Cockcroft.

Hugh Cockcroft.

Yeah, that's right.

He had the accident at the power station.

It was a burglary, do you remember? Nothing much was taken.

Next thing we knew, he'd fallen into 100 tonnes of nutty flack and broken his

neck.

Maybe the link isn't pets.

A power station?

I want you to think back the last few days that your father was alive.

How do you mean?

Well, you work at the power station too, you know.

Was there anyone he had an upset with?

It doesn't matter how insignificant.

Why?

I think someone was behind it. No, look, it could be very important. It's just

that it could be that it wasn't an accident.

Now, don't think too much about it.

Anything you can remember?

Well, there was a security man, Jim Spence. He had a go at Dad for parking

car in the supervisor's place.

All right. Yeah, go on.

And there was Ray English and Sam Goodwin, I suppose. I mean, it wasn't...

go on.

Well, Ray was pestering me about going out with him.

Dad heard some remark.

Well, you know, just the way blokes talk about girls.

Dad told Ray to stay away from me.

I didn't want him doing things like that.

You know, it was embarrassing.

Sally Wainwright, did she know this English and Goodwin? Yeah, of course.

didn't like them.

Mr Frost, I think... Well, I know.

Sam asked me out the other day. I was going to, but... Yes, go on.

Sally said that they were trouble, drugs even, so I called it off.

But Sam got really angry.

Not with me, with Sally.

The things he said about her, but... I can't believe he wouldn't.

You can't park there. It's a good wind, isn't it? Can you move? I'm going out.

Going away, more like. Just a minute.

My name is Frost.

Detective Inspector Frost. That's what I want from you.

Where's Constable Kavanagh?

You can't just... I can just do anything I like. Anything at all.

I know all about Sally Wainwright. What I want to know is, where is Susan

Kavanagh? And I want to know now!

Open up, it's an emergency.

I'll need some identification.

I'm Detective Inspector Frost, Enton CID.

I've got some... Look, just open up, will you? Why don't I phone the station?

Look, why don't you... Oh, fuck.

Oh, come on, which one is he?

Down the end on the left. You better be right.

Down the fence!

Or I'll throw you down.

That's your mate.

Why couldn't it be?

That gives you a reason.

That wasn't the best way to go, Constable.

You pissed me off, you know that?

Police!

Give me that, please!

Are you all right?

Are you all right? He knows this place at the back of his hand.

He'll find a way out.

Give me your hand. Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go.

Give me your hand.

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go. I don't want to die.

I'm sorry, George.

Really sorry.

I tried to save him.

I just... I just couldn't hold on to him.

The WPC?

Is she all right? Yes.

You'd better tell me the rest of it.

Well, maybe now's not the time, eh, George?

You said there were burglaries.

You said Hugh Cockcroft's death might not be an accident.

Well, it's likely that Ray went up and loosened some railings. He knew that

Cockcroft went up there for a smoke.

I'm not saying that he intended to kill him.

The woman in the car?

She got a pull through.

Well, that's something.

Got to go on what Goodwin has told us.

It seems that he didn't know most of what Ray was doing.

He would say that, wouldn't he?

George.

George, these things have happened.

And it was Ray that did them.

It's no good trying to pretend that someone else put him up to it. I'm

pretending nothing.

My son's dead.

And that's the best thing to come out of this.

I'm asking for apology for you for not saving his life.

If I'd have been the one holding on to him, I'd have let him drop.

Didn't you ever get a sense that anything was wrong?

You mean I should have guessed my son was barking mad?

Until this happened, I was a policeman, not a bloody psychiatrist.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

Now I don't have a son at all.

Yeah, there was something wrong, wasn't there?

All the time.

I never realised when your legs packed up that you lost the use of your eyes as

well.

Because had you opened them a number of years ago, you wouldn't be sitting there

telling me that you're glad your son is dead.

Get out.

Still sorry I didn't save him.

By the way, we found your mountain bike where you dumped it.

Mark dumped it.

No jury is ever going to swallow that.

Do you know that when something is wiped from a computer, most people think that

that's it? You know, it's gone. Lost forever.

Well, that ain't necessarily so.

We've got a record of the gun you took.

We also know the precise time you attempted to wipe that record from the

computer.

I'm really alright, sir.

Thank you.

Good. I hope so, because come the new year, I'm going to learn how to capture

crooks by a computer.

And you're going to have to teach me all about your hardware.

Software. There you are. You see, I don't even know my hardware from my

software. Well, just think of it as like sex, sir.

Only the other way round.

Sex? I can't think that far back.

With computers, you put the software into the hardware.

Oh, I see. Yeah. Excuse me, sir.

Are you still all right for that drink tomorrow? You bet.

Great. Well, I've got to go. I'm on the desk. Right.

Excuse me.

Thank you, sir. Oh, not at all, no. Happy New Year.

You're teaching now, are you?

How to become a detective.

Might be.

Thank you very much, sir.

Jack, have another drink.

I'm on standby. Well, I'm on duty.

Oh, well, I can't refuse a senior officer, can I?

Oh, well, that could be the start of a very promising new millennium

Oh, well, you never know your luck, sir.

Yes, well, I think I do, Jack.

Oh,

no.

I think it's mine, Jack.

Yes, yes, you're right.

Superintendent Mullet wouldn't phone me until I was in the middle of the meal.

Hello?

Yes.

Yes, I see.

I'm on my way.

There's a problem in maternity.

It's going to be a difficult cesarean.

I've got to go.

I can't believe this. You've beaten me too.

Well, at least that won't stop.

Happy New Year, Jack.

And to you, Shirley.

If I don't, I'll get back.

I'll probably end up having a glass of cooking sherry with Superintendent

Mullet.

And then I'll join the first van load of millennium drunk.

Old land's on.

Oh, well.

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