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Can that short, scruffy man take off his hat?

Do you, er... Do you see the man, Mrs Stevenson?

Er... Take your time.

Well, it's not unlike number four.

But no, this isn't him.

The man who bothered me was better looking than him.

And he was dressed smarter.

Yes.

What's going on?

Well, thank you very much, sir. I needed that. You did fit the general

description, Jack. Yeah.

Not quite smart enough, by the sounds of it, though. One can't be too careful of

these things.

What do you mean? Touching up women or acquiring a better dress sense?

Look, sir, I'm not exactly thrilled with the idea that there's some groper out

there using my name to get his jollies. This is an indecent assault, Jack. Let's

not make light of it.

I'll ask Uniform to keep a particular eye on shopping centres and supermarkets

for anyone looking shifty and dressed like you. Yeah, all right. Thanks.

Oi, thank you very much, sir.

Hello?

Excuse me, madam.

Detective Inspector Frost Denton, CID.

I wonder if I might have a word.

You'll be back on the terrace in no time.

No, no, Dad.

But I must go on the football trials. I had a good chance.

Yeah, but once this operation's done, will you be 100 %?

A few months' training, you'll be playing again.

Better than ever.

Isn't that right, Mum?

First team, or I want to know why.

Dr Gibson's just arrived.

Yes, send him in.

Good morning, Dr. Gibson.

Redneck. So, you're doing the Ingram boy.

Right to incompetence this morning?

Yes, Doctor.

I haven't seen the angiocardiograph.

Usually it's not necessary for my... No one in my team is going into his chest

without excluding other intercardiac anomalies.

Make sure it's done.

I need to see Jameson after theatre.

Don't take no for an answer.

These are different, aren't they? Super Sammies?

Right, Maggie, give that teabag an extra squeeze. I want it nice and strong.

I've been through an ordeal today, I hope.

Anyway, this blighter, you know, he only uses a warrant card to chat up women of

a, you know, certain age.

And then he says...

My father taught me to play the piano like this, you know.

Doesn't sound like you, Jim. No, it doesn't. All right.

You can get these, and don't forget the sandwiches.

Well, I wouldn't mind him pretending to be me if he got lumbered with my gas

bill as well.

Well, if not... Oh, my God.

Did you get the plum and cheese and pickle as well?

Mm -hm.

And? Mm -hm.

Mine tastes like the plum has let the horse have a go on it first.

You should have tried the ham, Jack. Tastes like a dead rat.

Well, it tastes a bit musty.

Could be old cheddar.

What do you mean, old cheddar? It's not bad, though. It is old. Sorry to

interrupt, Jack.

Nasty one, by the sounds of it. Can't be much more nasty than that sandwich, can

it? What?

Doctor, I want to observe today.

I see.

May I ask why? I understood you were happy with my work.

It's just routine, Dr. Retnick. I want to see that my team is functioning well

together. Okay?

Sorry.

Please, I want to know. I don't understand. I'm not a junior doctor. You

be the Queen's personal surgeon for all I care, Dr. Retnick.

It's my team.

I will be in theatre with you today.

Well, according to the track manager, they began to get an intermittent fault

signal at the control box just after 11 o 'clock last night.

And it's taken them until now to discover it was a body? I don't know.

a check at midnight.

But there was nothing visible until someone came on shift to check the track

daylight.

No ID yet, I suppose?

No, no.

All right.

Pretty gruesome. She's spread over a fair bit of track.

Make sure you get all the bits in, don't you?

That's your problem.

I'm a police surgeon, not a mortgage board waiter.

Yes, yes, all right. Thank you.

So, we don't know whether she was a passenger who was pushed

or whether she jumped.

All right.

All right, get on.

You all right, son?

It's all right.

The first time is not the worst, I'm afraid.

You'll just have to learn to deal with it.

No shame in feeling like that.

All right, you?

Get him to the canteen, give him a strong cup of tea, will you?

Thanks.

So you reckon that she was hit

by the intercity?

Yes, it's a bit of a train, it's a different track.

The 2200 from London came through at 25 past 11.

It was running half an hour late.

When it went into the cleaning shed this morning, there were traces of blood and

stuff on the engine.

So she was in front of the train when she was hit. That means that she

have fallen from a passenger door, but she could have jumped from that bridge.

Tell me something, would the driver have noticed anything if he'd hit something

like a body?

it probably felt a slight impact but unless she was below the wheels probably

not he would have just carried her along the tracks all right come on all

right come on it's none of our business inside that wheel setting there is come

on

If no one's told you, this is a no -smoking area.

Do you do that at home, do you?

Good boy.

Come.

We haven't got him yet, but we are working on him.

Who? Hmm?

Oh, we don't know who.

If we did, we'd nick him.

Oh, yes. You mean the imposter? Mm -hmm. None other.

Mind you, there has been a bit of a nasty down at the railway yards this

morning.

Yes. Yes, I heard.

Detective Sergeant Terence Reid. A shambolic career that has all the

of being a complete washout.

Seems to have done a bit, though.

He's been seconded to us because D .S. Jarvis has had to take his accumulated

leave. Oh, yes, that's right. He's gone to Barbados.

Anyway, what's this got to do with me?

I'm assigning him to you, Jack.

Ah, now, with due respect, sir, I've got enough on my plate without wet -nursing

a no -hoper. Well, if he doesn't pull his weight, just tell me and I'll, um...

Well, I'll move him on.

Oh.

Oh, by the way, sir.

Anyone mention to you about the sandwiches in the canteen?

No.

Oh, well.

They will, sir.

They will.

Ah, treat.

File that, will you?

Oh, it's you.

Well, you can cut that out for a start.

Read, isn't it?

Yes, Garth. Well, you'll learn that I don't like to be messed about.

I also don't like to be interrupted when I'm thinking out loud, and I certainly

didn't give up smoking so I can suck in my deities' filthy air. Is that clear?

Crystal. Good.

Right, now go and find George Toulon and get his notes on the railway deck this

morning, and I will meet you in the car park. All right, goodbye.

And I don't want any idle chit -chat in there.

She's been sniping at me for days.

Sniping? Oh, well, you'd know all about that where you come from.

Oh, yes, she fits the role of assassin quite well.

Has she got something against me?

No. She treats everyone with contempt.

Okay. I've got some bleeding.

Can we lower blood pressure?

Um, no.

Good tractor.

I've got a significant hemorrhage here.

I can't help that.

Then, clamp.

No!

Move.

Swamp.

More.

Suction. Quickly!

All right, apply pressure here.

Here, come on.

Well, I don't know.

Something's not quite right, and I don't like mysteries.

What's that, then?

Well, she's been missing 24 hours, and no one's reported it.

And also, I can't find her handbag.

Another angle, Guv. What's that?

She was assaulted on another train, pushed off.

Lay injured on the tracks.

Then the intercity gave her a freebie ride.

A freebie ride?

Haven't you got any sense of decorum?

Not really, Governor.

If we had some more rolling stock, then we wouldn't have these problems.

Let's think about it for a second, this handbag.

Supposing she was struck by the train, like down there.

And we found what... Well, what was left of it was like beer.

Well, then her handbag could be locked anyway.

What, you mean another train might snag her, huh?

Oh, yeah, exactly.

That's a very... Oi! Oi! You two!

Try making him go it!

What's he saying?

Oh,

ignore him. Probably thinks we're trespassing.

At least, why not? You have to wear safety vests.

Drivers can't see everything all the time. Yes, all right, all right. I

appreciate that now, thank you. Yeah, well, next time, ask me first.

Yes, all right, thank you. I will.

Now, has there been another train to use this section of track as well?

Yes, a commuter train. It went into the sheds for cleaning and maintenance.

How long does it take to turn it around?

Well, they've only just started it. Oh, it's still there, then?

Of course it is.

Well, I would like to see it.

Ted Anderson's a full man.

I'll get him to meet you at the cleaning shed.

I'd like to thank you for, you know, what you did out there just now.

Mmm. Oh, my God.

This tea tastes worse than the diesel we get at the neck.

If you don't interfere with the instruments here, you should know that.

Automatic. When I've operated before, I've had no instrument in this.

Don't clamp with unexpected bleeding.

I would have thought an on -crushing clamp would have given you proximal

control. Think again, Doctor.

Clamping in a pool of blood can be ineffective and can damage adjacent

structures. There were no anatomical structures.

We could have damaged it.

Revisit your basic surgical technique, Doctor.

Compression, suction, suture.

This is one of the better articles.

You'll have to wear these.

Well, we'll have to get underneath.

Right. Have they finished working under there?

No, maintenance don't come in till after cleaning.

Are we going to be all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'll tell them you're under there.

Take care. You ask them to stop the steam clean as well.

Someone up here, but I can't get it.

Snagged on something.

I need some light up there.

What, where? Up there.

Go on.

Look at that.

Well done, Reid.

I love it when I'm right.

Woman on the railway track.

Obviously a terrible impact.

But we've determined she's been dead about eight hours.

Blonde, age?

33, size 14 dress. Name, Mrs. Sylvia Carter.

Ah, you've been reading the canteen tea bags again.

No, it's just that I found her handbag.

She was a fairly good -looking woman.

You know, money in the bank, decent envelope for her husband, nice house.

On the surface, I can't see any reason why she would want to kill herself.

That's why I wanted to talk to you, Inspector.

Her right hand was missing.

Well, you said it was a terrible impact.

Yes, but we found it.

It might not have been severed by the train.

Fairly crude amputation, though, so I'm not sure at this stage what did it.

Meaning? It was recovered 50 yards back from where she was struck by the train.

You mean behind the impact area?

Yes.

Now, that doesn't sound like suicide to me.

No, it doesn't.

Ah,

there you are, sir. Just the man I wanted to see.

Jack, it's about... I've had some anonymous complaints from the canteen.

Oh, yes?

Anyway, it's about the girl on the railway track, sir. Oh, no, he marches

stomach, Jack, and I like to think I play my part in keeping our troops

Yes, sir, but the truth is, I mean, those new sandwiches are bloody awful.

What happened to the bakery man's baguettes? Super Sammy's sandwich

far more cost -efficient.

Almost half, in fact.

It'll trim thousands of pounds. Yeah, well, that's not all that needs to be

trimmed. About the girl on the railway track.

Well, what about her?

Look, I don't think that she was killed by a train.

How else?

Well, I don't know, but I think that she could have been mutilated somewhere

else and then thrown onto the railway track to make it look like an accident.

Well, need I say, James, that as appalling as this is, until we have

substantial criminal nature, our resources are extremely limited.

What you're saying is down to me and Reed, is it? Yes.

How are you getting on with Reed?

All right, fine.

In fact, he saved my baker this morning.

And I don't mean in the canteen.

All right.

Oh, yeah, we found the dead woman's husband, Gav. Oh, good. Well done.

But don't tell me, I bet he's got an alibi tighter than Mullet's budget plan.

Yeah, solid.

One thing, she attended night school at the local education centre three times a

week. Was that last night?

I don't know yet, Gav.

All right.

You get over there and check that out. Oh, and remember to ask intelligent

questions. They are teachers.

Time and again, I or a member of my staff have to physically go down and get

patient's record because the computer's down again.

It's surgical time waited and it's putting people's lives at risk. We're

addressing that.

It's not good enough.

You're stripping my staff and my resources. Major surgery has been

favour of minor operations.

We do our best with what we have.

Minor operations that help you achieve waiting list standards.

Everyone's affected. I'm under pressure to reach my targets. You're manipulating

waiting lists.

It's unethical.

And the internal investigation into post -operative death is putting my team

under scrutiny. My team!

Look, I'm certain no portion of blame will be attached to you. I'm not going

allow you to undermine my unit's work any longer.

I've discovered something I think you might find very interesting.

You call me unethical?

This is blackmail.

It's going to look bad for the hospital, but especially you if this gets out.

If this comes this year, come out to the house. We'll talk you through. I'm sure

we can resolve this.

Where does she get on at the education centre? She was definitely there last

night.

Mm -hm.

What time did the class finish?

10 .30.

And was she there till the end of the class?

No, no, no. She always left by 10. She didn't like catching the last bus home.

Oh. Right.

Well, well done. You deserve a pint. And just to show you what a good governor I

am, I'm buying.

Oh, lend me a fiver. I'm a bit short.

I don't know.

Bright young woman, everything to live for.

Who'd want to hurt her?

Guess we've got some nutter out there, Gav.

Yeah, I know.

You'd have to be a psychopath to do that to someone, wouldn't you?

Hello, Jimmy.

Late shift.

Um, is everything all right?

Yeah, yeah, he's doing fine.

It's just that one of the theatre nurses said on the quiet there was a blip

during the op.

No one said anything to me.

He's absolutely fine.

Look, you can stay a bit if you like.

No, I can't.

I'm going to sleep.

Look, you'll be all right. You'll see.

Cheers.

Dr. Gibson, I heard there was a problem during my son's operation.

Oh, who told you that?

It was nothing serious.

There was little unexpected bleeding, but really it was nothing.

He came through with flying colours.

Are you sure he's all right? Yes, I did the operation myself.

Thank you.

No need, it's my job.

Good night, guys.

Ingram, bed five.

You've got ten.

Pardon?

Ten.

No, no, the beans count as one.

See?

It's people like you that make a mockery of the rules in this country.

Ah, yes, that may be so, madam, but you see, sometimes you do have to bend the

rules if... Sir?

Sir?

Look, hey, you might know after someone. Look, listen, sir, let's not have any

bother, sir.

Can I ask you to come to the security area?

Look, you... I'm Detective Inspector Frost, Denton's P .I .D.

Oh, I see.

I've heard word about you, sunshine.

I think so, too.

At least we're assured the supermarkets are taking our warning to heart.

Yes, my problem is I won't be able to shop anywhere until we get him.

Imitation might very well be the sincerest form of flattery, Jack, but we

have to find a way of stopping him.

Yes, well, apart from me walking around with a placard saying I am not the

groper, I can't see what I can do.

If he gains too much confidence, it could lead to something more unpleasant.

No, no, I don't think that's his game.

I mean, he's not forcing these women into anything, is he? He's talking them

into it. And then when he, you know, goes up a gear, they squeal and he does

runner.

Well, we'll just have to stay vigilant then, Jack.

Yep.

By the way, I haven't seen Reed this morning.

No, he, um, he's busy.

He's taking the train driver's statement.

Huh.

Who is it? Jack, I am trying to keep this on a person.

Oh, my... All right, thanks.

Oh, Criot, what happened?

One lady said he came in drunk, smashed the place up.

He's in there on his own. No one else involved, sir.

All right.

Good lad, Prentice.

Go down and find the landlady. Tell her everything will be fixed up.

Yes, sir. Leave the rest to me, then.

Well, well, well, well, well.

Well, well, well,

well, well. Well, well, well, well, well. Well,

well, well, well, well.

Well, well, well, well, well.

You may think that by knocking me out of the way of that train yesterday that it

entitles you to some sort of privileges.

No, Gus.

I'm sorry.

No.

We do not watch the clock. We do not get paid the extra.

But we do get to work on time.

Especially when the governor is out on the streets of Denton chasing a Dolly

Sheep clone of himself.

Now, if you're ready for a shift, we will continue to investigate the

death of Mrs Sylvia Carter.

Thank you.

What did she do? What?

We went into VTAC in ICU.

We tried to save him. We did everything we could. She killed my boy!

She killed my...

No, no, no, not there. Over there.

Right. Paul Hobday?

Yes? Detective Inspector Frost, Denton CID.

I believe that you worked with Mrs Sylvia Carter.

That's right, yes.

Yeah, from what your supervisor tells us, you two basically ran this side of

operation. Italian tomato bread and mozzarella.

She was in charge, yes.

And she got on well with everyone?

She was a star with Sylvia. Yeah, so everyone tells me.

Ooh, turkey with cranberry sauce and apple.

I tell you what, Mr Hobday, do you mind if I buy one of these? Only I missed my

breakfast this morning.

On the house.

Ah, well, that's very nice of you. Are you sure?

They're out of date.

They're going to be dumped anyway.

You didn't have any problems at home?

Sean. Oh, he's a laptop. He'd do anything for us.

Look, Inspector, I really don't know what to say.

None of us here can believe she's dead.

Did she have a locker here?

Right. Thank you, Mr. Hovdes.

Right. Now, we know that that's her front door key.

Now, let's see.

This must be the key.

Do you know that?

Well, there's nothing to get excited about in there, Guff.

All right, well, that's two down, one to go.

I'd really like to know what this key fits, though.

All right, Pinkley.

Mr Frost, it's been a while.

Yeah, well, I don't get to dine out very much these days.

Two cups of tea, please.

What about a sticky bun, really?

No, thanks.

I was wondering if you'd heard of anybody doing a number on me.

Put in your chain.

Bit of a chancer, wouldn't you say?

Mm -hmm. I don't know.

I haven't heard.

What about Rollo?

I'll ask him.

What? 190.

What, for a cuppa?

For a mug.

Pinkley makes tea that locks your kneecaps together.

Which wouldn't do you any harm at the moment, by the looks of things.

I'm sorry about that.

Yeah, well, with a bit of luck, we might be able to manage to keep it quiet.

So, you're on methadone.

I've also got a drink problem.

Really? I would never have noticed.

How long have you been on drug rehab?

Twelve years.

Haven't touched them since then.

I usually manage to control the drinking.

Sometimes I can't.

I'll take a few sick days to sort myself out.

At least you recognise that you've got a problem.

As opposed to this sandwich.

This isn't just a job for me, Mr Frost.

No, nor me.

So don't bring my career down with yours, you get me?

I saw the medal in your wallet.

Oh, right.

No, you don't get a military medal by playing on the swings in the park, do

I keep it handy because it helps me remember how lucky I am.

Some of my mates were.

Keeps a bit of dignity intact, you know.

Picks me through.

Where was it?

Auckland.

Who were you with?

Paris.

In those days, battle fatigue was for wimps.

Some of us just drank all the drowned.

All right, come on, let's get back to business.

Now, I don't believe that our Mrs Carter was on her way to the bus station.

I believe that she was coming back from somewhere else, wherever that was.

No, I don't think you have.

Now, look, let's look at the facts here.

Where was she between 10pm...

when she left the college, and 25 past 11, and she was hit by the train.

Now, if... Now, if someone knew that she took that

route across the railway track, it's an ideal place to commit a murder and make

it look like an accident, isn't it?

Mr Frost.

Oh, always a pleasure.

Oh, Rolo.

Oh, very nice, very kind.

Oh, this is my assistant, Terry Reid.

Pinkley says you've been having a spot of bother.

It's not round here, I hope.

No, it's the other side of Denton. Right, well, I haven't heard no -one

your man down or nothing, Mr Cross, but I'll keep my ear to the ground, rest

assured. You roll over, very kind. Oh, thank you.

Very kind.

Do I again?

Crosses. Well, Pinkley and Rolo. No, no, no, no.

No, there was a rumble outside a gay club about 15 years ago.

I happened to be passing, and there was Rollo, and he got a knife in the throat.

Well, I was lucky I managed to save him from bleeding to death.

Well, they were queer, that.

No, no, no. The other way round.

Pinkley and Rollo are an item.

They've been together for 20 years.

Well, Pinkley wasn't exactly overjoyed to see you.

No, well, he wouldn't be, would he?

He's jealous.

Funny old world, isn't it?

By the way, I always thought that cigarette packets contained a government

health warning.

Yours don't. I never noticed.

I bought them in a pub over the weekend.

Some bloke going around flogging them off cheap.

You bought them in a pub?

These are off the back of a lorry. Where are your brains?

You're trying to self -destruct your career, you are, aren't you?

Yeah, well, I'd had a few by then.

I didn't even think about it.

Well, you can think about it now.

Because you can spend your weekend doing a pub crawl.

And if you can do that without getting too pie -eyed, maybe you can find this

purveyor of illegal tobacco and nick him before someone else does.

Hello, Jack.

Heard your pervert friend had another good day?

Yeah.

It's all in here somewhere.

It's only a matter of time.

Yeah, well, they say perversion's all in the mind.

Listen, Ernie, Detective Sergeant Reid.

Now, I've seen his service record.

I'd like to have a look at his military background.

Oh, come on, Jack. Not without authorisation. You know that.

I want this done on the QT, so just keep it to yourself, will you?

There's no rush.

Good.

Monday will be fine.

Today's Friday.

I know what the days of the week are.

Oh, sorry it's been another year.

How was your weekend, Gav? Terrible.

The kitchen is a war zone.

My bedroom is a magnolia jungle.

And to top it all, the painter's built a gallon of white paint in the toilet.

Slept well, though.

The fumes, sort of, that.

Well, how was your weekend?

Well, I didn't find the bloke paddling the fags, but I will.

Good. Now, I found something very interesting in Sylvia Carter's

Have you had breakfast yet?

No, I haven't.

Straight ahead. Good. Neither have I.

I'll be killed for an egg. Come on.

Hey, this has been enough. Go on, get behind him. Go on.

Give it some, Welly.

Is this where we're supposed to be going? No, no, no, no. Just I thought it

might be interesting.

It's been stinking since yesterday morning.

Don't you lot wear a weekend?

We boned yesterday.

And this morning, that elf hasn't been consumed.

Oh, good morning, sir. Morning. Well, what's occurring?

The yard manager hasn't got any keys for this. Oh, dear.

It's a bit ripe, isn't it?

Are you the elf inspector?

This is disgusting, this is.

Quite right, madam.

She's right.

Well, come on, then.

Break the lock off. Let's have a look, see what's inside.

It's a refrigeration truck or something, isn't it?

Not anymore, it's not.

That's been defrosted in the last couple of days.

And I thought my fridge at home was bad enough.

Probably a supermarket with a weak supply of meat in there.

Oh, dear.

No pork chops today, girls.

Sir?

I'd keep quiet about this if I were you, especially in front of that lot.

This is hospital waste due for incineration.

Someone's made a cock -up.

What do you want us to do?

Stay upwind, is my advice.

What I want you to do is to get hold of the hospital, find out who the sloppy

lot was that didn't deliver this to the incinerator, and get it out of here.

Right, let's go and get ourselves an egg sandwich and find our way to Hedley

Street. Which is where?

Obviously at the railway shed.

Now, in her chequebook, she's got four stubs that are monthly payments of 200

quid. Well, they're not the mortgage, then? No, they're not the mortgage.

Turns out that she's been renting a flat from Stenwood Property Services.

Eh? No.

Why would she be wanting to rent a flat?

Yeah.

She was very tidy, Gus.

There's a double bed in there. It's made up. It's been used.

Nothing in the wardrobe. A couple of towels on the bed.

She was tidy, our Mrs Carter.

I think she needed somewhere that was quiet and unobtrusive for her goings

Stock quantities.

Bills were laid in.

Return stock.

Delivery schedules.

This explains a lot.

So she comes from the night school, across the railway track, in a paper

with a bit of anky -panky, back across the railway track, catches a bus and it

says, Hello darling, I'm home.

Well,

I'll buy you a curry and a pint if you're wrong, and I don't make a wager

that without due consideration.

Well... She must have been making a short cut from here somewhere.

Yes, Reid.

Yes, Superintendent.

Yeah, yeah, he's right here, yeah.

Yes, sir.

Yes, I'm quite close to... Quite close to closing

the Mrs Carter desk.

Yeah, I've got a suspect.

Yeah, well, it... Jack, he's an old friend, he's concerned, and he doesn't

any publicity for the hospital.

Yeah, all right, sir. I'll go on my way back.

What's his name?

Mr Bennett.

All right, thank you very much.

Bye.

Superintendent Mullet wants to do a favour for a consultant surgeon friend

his at Denton General.

I'd be missing some body parts.

That would be a coincidence, wouldn't it?

Listen, I'll tell you what I want you to do.

I want you to drop me off at the hospital, all right? Then go back to

Find out all you can about this hob day.

Then come and pick me up in, say, an hour's time.

That would show willingness, wouldn't it?

All right.

I can't offer you coffee. I'm operating in an hour. No good having a full

bladder.

And coffee's a diuretic.

Did you know that?

No, no, I didn't, actually. Thank you.

Oh, it's just a courtesy call, really, sir.

Mr Mullet asked me to pop round.

I expect it's about the clinical waste, is it? The body parts?

What are you talking about, body parts?

I asked Mullet for some advice because a surgical colleague of mine, Helena

Gibson, didn't turn up for lunch on Sunday.

Sunday lunch?

Well, I'm sorry, Dr...

Mr. Bennet.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

Well, she's not here.

She's not at home. Her car's in her parking space. Where is she?

She's not the type to go off on a whim.

I see. Well, I'll fill in a missing persons report.

I could have done that.

Mullet said you would look into it.

I see.

See, people don't realise just how complex cardiac surgery has become. It's

tremendously stressful on surgeons.

And she carried the whole thing on her shoulders.

I say yes, of course.

Was she under a lot of pressure?

Well, of course.

Not that that would get her much sympathy from anybody around here.

Really, was it? Well, she's particular for detail. She doesn't suffer fools

gladly, and I respect her.

Are you trying to tell me that she isn't liked?

Except me and my wife.

We quite like her.

Anyway, as I say, she's under a lot of pressure and I'm worried about her.

My secretary will give you the names of a surgical team. They might know

something. Right. If you could... No, if... God,

I hate hospitals.

She was here on Saturday morning.

You saw her?

No, no, I was at a seminar all day.

Oh, see?

Here's her signature subscribing medication for a patient.

Oh, yes.

All right, I see.

Have you noticed anything unusual about her in the last few days?

Her behaviour?

Anything she might have said?

She had a very heavy workload.

Resources are not what they should be.

No. But I like her. She gave me the opportunity to work here.

I see. All right. Well, thank you very much.

There was one thing.

Yes, what was that?

Perhaps I shouldn't mention this.

No, no, perhaps you should.

A man, Ingram, his son died.

He was violent here in the ward.

He blamed her for his death.

Ingram, you said.

Did he threaten her?

No, no, she wasn't here.

I think it was only because he was so upset with the death of his boy.

Understandable.

Yeah, I think it probably was.

I'm a clinical assistant. She's a consulting surgeon.

She's a jump higher through how many hoops.

An awful woman. She threw tantrums and instruments all the time.

A brilliant surgeon, then.

Did anyone like her?

Not that I can think of.

Who reported her missing?

Um... What's her name? Bennett.

Well... He's a bit of an old woman, is our Roger.

Still, you never know these days.

All this pressure.

Could she have had a breakdown?

You've got to be joking.

Well, could she have gone AWOL, something like Benidorm, whatever?

Oh, no, she never went away.

You can't play God when you're on your holidays, Inspector.

All right.

Thank you.

Sorry I'm late, love. Got caught in traffic.

All right.

How'd they explain the missing body part, sir?

I don't know. It was nothing like that.

Apparently some doctor's done a bunk.

Can't say I blame her working with that lot.

Oh, blimey.

Talk about the caring profession.

Go right.

Put him somewhere over here.

Here.

Wait here.

Excuse me, is this the incinerator? It will be when I've fixed it.

The kiln's too old.

You get the refractory breaking off. Takes days to cool it down.

When did this break down?

Friday. But don't blame me.

If they spent more on maintenance, it'd behave.

Every month it is now.

Can't go on, I tell you that.

What's the name of the company that picked up the waste?

That's Colby's, that is.

Colby's. Yeah, they're out on the industrial estate.

If you ask me, they should give them the contract permanent and shut this relic

down.

When did they do the pickup?

That was on Saturday. Saturday.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Colby's on the industrial estate.

Double quick five.

Coincidences like this I do not like.

Oh, we had a complete cock -up over the weekend.

Three trucks were out of action. Yes, he was a subcontractor. And they're the

ones who did the pick -up at Denton General. That's right. Those idiots made

total mess of things. They left a damn truck in the yard over the weekend.

Have you burnt the weight from Denton General yet?

The first one's just gone up now.

Well, shut it down!

What, now?

Yes, now!

I'm impounding all of it from... You can't expect a team of police officers

inspect every bag of... Well, clinical waste is the correct expression, I do

believe, sir. Besides, they haven't got the resources.

And there's absolutely no proof that Dr Gibson's been murdered. It's pure

speculation. No, but if she has been murdered, I can't think of a neater way

dispose of the body. Can you, sir?

Time is of the essence.

The press will have a field day.

We can't let the barbarians at the gates hear about this.

You've got to hold them off, sir.

They'll crudivise if they sniff this out.

They certainly will if they stand down wind long enough.

Look, sir, if I'm wrong, there's no harm done. I'm just an overzealous

policeman. What if you're right?

Well... There, you'd better get on with it.

All right. And I'll speak to county.

See if they can give us someone to handle the press.

All right.

Thank you, sir.

Perfect timing.

I'm dying for a cuppa.

Really do the honours, really.

Well, Mr Hobday, I found something out about our Mrs Sylvia Carter.

I don't think you can just barge in here. Oh, yes, I can.

Because I think she was murdered.

You what? Yes.

She may have been at college studying bookkeeping and management, but I think

she was doing a bit of Chinese on the side.

Know what I mean?

Shanghai accounting.

Juggling the books.

And another thing. This is a very nice sandwich.

Not like the mouldy old stuff you tried to give me the other day.

Or the stuff that you flog on to private caterers for a bit on the side.

I don't know what you're on about.

Oh, yes, you do.

What happened, eh?

You get greedy?

She catch you trying to take more than your fair share?

Or didn't she want to sleep with you any more?

Is that why you clobbered her?

You're making all this up.

We found the rums she used.

What rums?

You two had a bit going together, didn't you?

She couldn't have done all this juggling on her own.

What do you do, have an argument, do you?

You lose your egg.

What do you do, wallop her?

Then leave her on the railway track. No, no! Yes, yes, Mr Hobday!

I think that you murdered her. And I did not kill her.

I don't know anything about these rooms you mentioned.

All right, look.

I was in on it with her.

We sidelined all stock to private companies. It was her idea.

Get your coat.

All right.

All right.

I did fancy her.

But a couple of months ago, some bruiser had a go at me.

Taught me to stay clear of her.

Well, I kept it strictly business after that.

Oh, yeah?

Why would he do that?

Well, it wasn't because he didn't like the catering.

She was having an affair with him.

With who?

Come on, give it up, Anderson.

We don't want any more fucks, do we?

Couldn't do nothing.

I knew she was dead.

But I couldn't let on.

I wanted to break it off.

Half a dozen times.

But I just couldn't.

I panicked.

I didn't know what to do.

So you came to work as usual the day after you killed her.

It's pretty cold -blooded, isn't it?

Not much panic there.

I didn't kill her.

Come on, Anderson, we checked.

When she went to college, you told your wife you were working extra half -shift,

supposedly finishing at midnight, so no -one's the wiser.

She comes out of college, you meet her, you take a shortcut over the tracks to

the flat she had.

Yeah, yeah.

I'll admit that.

So, you knew she was dead, but you didn't kill her? Oh, come on, pull the

one. I couldn't say anything.

If my wife found out, she'd take the kids. I love my kids.

And my wife.

It's just a bit on the side, that's all.

Yeah.

P .C. Heaton has entered the room at 17 .21, yes?

We're back at the contents of his locker, sir.

Do you want us to go to his house now? Oh, God, no.

No, don't. Please.

When we found her hand, it had residual stains of a cleaning

agent on it.

The thought mechanic used to get grease off their hands.

You killed her, didn't you?

Yes, yes, you did.

Now, just tell us how it happened.

I... I thought we were safe.

We've gone that way dozens of times.

Short cut after a cosy bit of leg over.

But on this Wednesday night, the train was running half an hour late.

Never even heard it.

Not right away.

And then it came out of the dark and hit her.

They switched the point because it was running late.

We was on the wrong tracks.

What happened so fast? We were confused.

When it hit her... When it...

I was still holding her hand.

And I just ran and ran.

And then I saw... what I was holding.

And I just chucked it.

My wife will go spare.

She'll take the kids and everything when she finds out.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

All right, look after him, will you? Right, sir.

There was no forensic on Sylvia Carter's hand.

No, I know.

There could have been.

Even not to know that.

I believe a full statement has been taken regarding the death of that

unfortunate woman on the railway tracks.

Yes, sir.

Terrible accident.

Not only was this Anderson having an affair with another man's wife who died,

now he has to face her husband, as well as his own family.

Mind you, there is one good thing that's come out of all this, sir.

Super Sammy's soggy sarnies are no more.

I reckon that the canteen is even now restocking with the bakery man's

A superior class of sustenance, if I may say.

Just goes to show you, sir, taking a short cut doesn't always pay off.

Come.

Ah, excuse me, miss.

Are you the new catering supplier?

You know, come to save the troops?

Jack, this is Miss Redmond.

Nick Presley is an officer from county. You must be Detective Inspector Cross.

Yes. How... Ready when you are, Superintendent.

Jack, it's forensic.

They've got something to show us.

It was buried under a dozen waste -filled bags.

All right, come on, let's get it out of there.

Come on then, tip it, tip it.

All

right, well,

somebody open it.

I'm not here for the good of my health.

Oh, come on.

Well,

sir, unless I'm very much mistaken, this is our missing surgeon, Dr. Helena

Gibson. We can't keep this from the press.

Sir.

If the killer finds out that the body hasn't been destroyed, he'll do a

We'll never find him.

But if we keep this as a missing person inquiry, we've still got a chance to

draw him out.

I agree.

Thank you, sir.

It's good, aren't you, Gough?

It was almost toast.

Yeah, well, it's a start.

I'll tell you one thing.

I bet it's a long time before Superintendent Mullet has a home

Blow some of that my way, will you?

Thanks very much.

We are concerned for the well -being of Dr. Gibson and are seeking help from any

member of the public who might be able to assist in our inquiries.

Oh, my God. This brilliant doctor was a member of a fine team of surgeons at

Denton General.

We believe she was on duty on Saturday morning and concern was first raised

she failed to turn up for a private engagement yesterday. God, this is going

make a mess, I think.

It was never here.

You understand?

Don't say a word.

trust that she has not suffered any unfortunate mishap.

We are currently making vigorous efforts to determine that she has not been

involved in an accident elsewhere which might have left her unconscious and

perhaps unidentified in another region's hospital.

We are confident that with your, that is, the public's help, we will be able

put together a complete picture of Dr. Gibson's whereabouts from Saturday

morning. Good night, sir.

That's it.

You think of Inspector Frost?

Yes, how can I help?

It's about my mother.

Your mother?

I'm sorry I shouldn't have come here.

My mother was Pauline Shelley.

Pauline Shelley?

She died last year.

Oh, I'm sorry.

How can I help?

Well, from what Mum told me, I think you're my dad.