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

there using my name to get his jollies.

Excuse me, madam. Detective Inspector Frost Denton, CID.

I wonder if I might have a word.

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

of being a complete washout.

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?

You could be the Queen's personal surgeon for all I care, Dr Rettnick.

team.

I will be in theatre with you today.

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

Gibson, didn't turn up for lunch on Sunday. We tried to save him. We did

everything we could. But you said you couldn't!

You should tell my boss!

Did anyone like her?

Well, I can think of.

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

and we'll never catch him.

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

draw him out.

We are concerned for the well -being of Dr. Gibson.

You would never hear.

Understand?

Detective Inspector Forrest? Yes, how can I help?

I think you're my dad.

You must be very busy.

Yes, yes, we are at the moment.

How's your B &B? Is that right? It's fine.

I'm not that comfortable just turning up on your doorstep and telling you,

though.

No, it rather unsettled me.

Anne, I think you ought to know that when I was on secondment, to Essex all

those years ago.

Well, my marriage wasn't all that wonderful.

Mr Frost, I know you and my mum didn't have the great romance, but she said

that you treated her well, that you were kind.

That's often enough, you know.

Yeah, I suppose it is.

I'm not asking for anything.

No, I know you're not.

Mum... Only told me she thought you were my father because she knew she was

dying.

I'd never have had any hope of finding out otherwise.

Took me ages to pluck up the courage to come and see you.

Anne, look, I don't want to shirk my responsibilities in any way,

but I think, well, for both our sakes, we've got to be

sure. I know.

But my mum did think it was you.

And I don't know how she can be wrong, can you?

Excuse me, madam.

Security have asked me to question you about some goods you haven't paid for.

What?

I'm sorry?

Detective Inspector Frost, Denton CID.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to search you.

You can't do that. I haven't done anything.

Then you'll have to come down to the station to be strip -searched and

interviewed. Now, which is it to be?

You're keeping me busy, Inspector.

Yes. Well, I don't want you forgetting how to carve the Sunday roast, do I?

Have you got any news over my dead Dr. Gibson?

He wasn't sexually assaulted.

All right, what killed him?

A blow to the head.

I see.

And a sort of weapon?

How does blunt instrument sound?

Pretty predictable.

Probably something like a rough -edged rock.

Some traces of dirt in the wound, which would indicate she was killed outside.

Do we know the time of death yet?

Roughly. I'd say that was a struggle.

Oh, yeah?

Rigor mortis still isn't a good gauge, but it speeds up after violent exertion.

As far as I can tell, she'd be dead 24, maybe 30 hours.

What's that, then?

A saddy moment?

Yes, well, that would make sense, wouldn't it?

No, there's nothing obvious.

Locked drawer over there.

I see.

Mrs. Royden, isn't it?

That's right.

I'm Detective Inspector Frost.

How do you do? Nice to do.

Dr.

Gibson's schedule, you know, operating times, ward rounds, time she came in,

time she left, that sort of thing.

Do you think you could get it for me? Yes.

Thank you.

I understand that she wasn't in on Friday.

No. Is that usual?

No.

But if she wasn't scheduled for an operation, she's sometimes caught up

paperwork at home.

Have you got a key for this drawer? No, only Dr Gibson has this.

If you've got the knack... You don't need one.

Now, is there any reason why she would have that locked up?

No. She was at a symposium last week. She may have picked it up there.

I'm going over to see Jameson, the hospital manager.

I want you to go over to the mortuary area. Check out those waste disposal

will you? All right. Now, look, I found this. She was using that as a page mark,

if, you know, if that's what it was.

Well, it's Dr Retnick's resignation.

Exactly. He's one of our surgical team.

Yeah, I know, but last time I spoke to him, he said he was very happy to be

here. Word has it she got on everyone's wick.

Stuffed up a dozen people's careers.

No personal life to talk of.

Well, they say that not enough sex makes you irritable.

Or so I'm told.

Question you yet, have they?

I was told Inspector Frost wanted to meet me here. Maybe she's run off with a

secret lover, never to be seen again.

Well, it'd certainly make life a lot easier around here, wouldn't it?

I can't make the connection.

Oh, come on, Jameson. She fought your cock to the nail.

Now you don't have anyone to stand up to you.

I'm not going to discuss hospital business with you.

And with the inquiry into the post -operative death, to which we now add

Ingram boy, it's all rather convenient.

What's the word I'm looking for?

Escape goat?

You don't look exactly heartbroken.

Me? Oh, God, no. That dumb woman's got my career prospect good and proper.

Oh, no. Good riddance.

That's what I say.

If you ask me, you should interrogate Retnick.

Are you suggesting there are suspicious circumstances surrounding her

disappearance? No, I didn't mean that.

I don't know what I meant.

He's a Serb. Did you know that?

Oh, I see.

You know, picking on the underdog always tends to get up my nose. I don't know

why. Maybe the words bullying and prejudice spring to mind.

Anyway, you were the one that employed him. She employed him.

It's her recommendation.

He'd been working as a surgeon in an international aid agency.

Well, you mean saving lives rather than taking them.

Tell me, do female surgeons join foreign doctors on your list of dislikes? There

were very few occasions when Helena and I needed to meet, even here at the

hospital. And we didn't socialise.

Look, I'm sorry, Inspector, I simply don't know where she is or why she's

missing.

Excuse me.

What about this internal investigation into post -operative deaths?

How do you know about that?

That's my job. I listen at keyholes.

Denton General is below average in national clinical indicators.

What?

Hospital death league tables.

Oh, I see.

Hardly the lottery you'd want to win, is it?

Obviously, we don't want people thinking her absence from the internal

investigation in any way connected.

Conspiracy theories are always flavour of the month.

And I need that information to help me with my investigation.

I'm going to pick up some extra shifts.

Night work.

Aren't my days long enough already?

Lawrence Dale Brewer.

What, Larry the Barrel? That's him.

Got out four years ago.

We did him for impersonating a customs and excise officer.

I think he's the one impersonating you.

No, he's too fat.

No, I spoke to the screw who worked his wing.

It seems Larry didn't fake to HMP Grubb.

Shed his weight.

Well, I'll be blown.

Hey, keep this under your hat. We can flog this idea to Weight Watchers.

Oh, Larry the Barrel.

Best bet we've got so far, Jack.

Oi, just a minute.

What are you up to?

Oh, someone turning over corner shops.

I'll give as much of it off to you as I can.

All right, thanks, George.

I've said all I'm going to say.

Mr. Brendan, this is more than just a couple of kids wrecking the place for a

laugh.

There's at least another five shops in Denton who've had the same treatment.

And half a dozen more on the edge of town.

Then go and speak to them.

Tell them.

Keep quiet, Jennifer.

It's been getting worse.

This is the third time. Only this time they hit him. I said that's enough.

You don't know anything about it.

I know that they hurt you.

To my way of thinking, Mr. Brendan, this sounds like a protection racket.

You pay them or they pay you a visit.

Does the name Robbie Jensen mean anything?

Oh.

This

is

her.

D .S. Reid's military record.

Right, thank you.

Ernie, about 18 years ago, I was working on a fraud job in

Essex. It was a shipping company.

Don't remember that one. Yes, you do. Horizon Containers, they were called.

I need my notes on that job.

I need to know where I was and when.

Well, it won't have been archived into the computer. It'll be buried.

This is personal.

Personal? Yeah.

Now listen, Jack, I think I'm going to need your help with these corner shops

being turned over.

What, some kids nicking sweets?

No, no, it's a bit more than that.

About a dozen shops in the past couple of weeks.

There's nothing stolen.

Some assault.

No one saying anything?

Sounds like a protection racket to me.

Exactly, that's what I thought.

But I can't pin it down.

One name has come up, though. A partial identification.

Robbie Jensen.

We just can't find him.

No, I don't know the name.

He's a sometime doorman on the clubs.

What, got some form, has he?

Well, he likes to use his fists.

I was investigating illegal rave parties when I was at Edmund Street.

We thought they were shifting a fair bit of ecstasy.

Did you get him?

No, he didn't have the brains to organise it.

There was somebody using him.

Yeah, we thought the bloke behind it all was Tim Hamilton.

He was organising everything out at abandoned warehouses.

He lives out of that posh estate in the north end of town.

Solicitor's son.

Arrogant little sod.

Oh, what, bored at boarding school, so goes out to get up to mischief?

Yeah, something like that.

University.

We had to drop the case.

His father climbed all over us.

Really?

You got his address?

Yeah.

I think a polite inquiry might not go amiss.

You got time? Come on, we'll make time.

Ah, no, no, no. Not you, Reed.

If you've already had a run -in with this Hamilton, I don't need you to

him.

I can do that myself.

Yeah, all right, Dove, but keep your hands in your pockets.

You'll be tempted to clock him, won't you?

What, me? Never.

Yes. Detective Sergeant Coulan, Denton CID.

Detective Inspector Frost.

I wonder if you can help us, sir. We're trying to trace the whereabouts of a Mr

Robbie Gentleman.

So? Well, do you know where he is? I've never heard of him.

Oh, now, come on. Don't let's get off on the wrong foot, son. I know that you

know him because he's done a few things for you in the past. Well, he's an

errand boy. He lives on a council estate somewhere.

They like to think they're part of the action.

Well, like rave parties?

Look, we've been through this months ago. I don't know where he is, so just

chill out, yeah? All right, thank you.

Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Hamilton.

Shall I, indeed.

Well, let's see if you can find this lug, Robbie Jensen.

It's probably hiding in a dark hole somewhere.

Damn unloaded.

Hey, we've got another shipment in.

Yeah?

Okay.

If you want this thing done right, I'm going to have to dial it in here.

Oh, right. Oh, thank you.

Where you going, you kids?

Yeah, two.

My mother took them away a couple of years ago.

She's remarried.

I mean, I'll see him when I can.

They're great kids.

Not easy, though, I suppose.

Well, I don't blame her.

Kind of being very pleasant being with a bloke who's in a mess, huh, was it?

I went over the edge.

It was scary.

Mm -hm.

I get scared witless sometimes in this job.

Why, there's no such thing as heroes, Gus.

I was often said.

No, you just get frightened enough or angry enough to... Too much to be done.

I just had to face this idiot with a gun.

Oh, I'd had plenty of this and, well, my marriage was on the rocks, so...

I thought, well, we've got nothing to lose.

Not quite the same as what you did, though.

Now, Regifar.

Fear is fear, Governor.

No matter what.

Yeah, I know, but I suppose what I'm saying, there are different kinds of

aren't there?

I mean, I've just...

Well, I've just had something quite scary happen to me.

Someone, well, told me something.

About something that I might have been responsible for 20 -odd years ago.

Now, that sent a chill down my spine.

Do you know what I mean?

Yeah.

Do you know the most frightening thing anyone's said to me?

Yes.

Well... Can I give you a lift?

No, thanks, Gov. No, I'm going to check out a couple of pubs.

See if I can find the bloke who sold me those stuffed bags.

Yeah, all right.

Thanks, Mr Frost.

We were on patrol when we saw a couple of kids running out of the public

When they saw us, they dropped this.

It's D .S. Reeves, I'm afraid.

They stripped his wallet, chucked away the wine cart.

Medics say it's touch and go. Oh, thanks.

Can you hear me? You'll be all right.

You're all right, son.

You're going to be all right. Hang on in there.

Don't you give up on me, son. Don't you give up.

Naturally, we hope that he overcomes the injuries sustained in this assault.

But it appears that D .S. Reid had a drug habit that he'd managed to keep

hidden.

Now, this will throw the public and the media spotlight onto us all. And Miss

Redmond here will have her hands full with the press.

Another rotten apple?

Another crooked copper?

That's how the press will present this whole shameful affair.

An officer with a drug problem sneaking into a public toilet to feed his habit.

Bringing disgrace on the service.

Excuse me, sir.

May I?

I've just come from the hospital where D .S. Reid is on the critical list.

Now, before we condemn a long -serving officer, I do think we ought to give him

the benefit of the doubt, don't you? I'm dealing with facts.

I think not, Miss Redmond.

These are the facts.

Twenty years ago in the Falklands, Terry Reid went up a mountainside with a

bayonet on the end of his rifle because other young men like himself were being

cut down by machine gun fire.

And because he did the business, they gave him a military medal for

courage above and beyond.

His background is irrelevant to this matter, Inspector. Not at all.

I think it's very relevant, sir.

Does anyone in this room who thinks they know anything about courage had better

think again?

Yes, Reed's got problems. He's got very big problems.

But knowing those problems...

I'm trying to shape his life.

I mean, that's courage.

That's enough, Inspector.

No, it's not enough, sir.

And before anyone in this room kicks a man while he's down, I want to assure

that D .S. Reid was not, and I repeat, not, doing anything illegal

yesterday, and I will stake my career on that.

And let me just say this.

I think it's disgraceful the way you're treating a real bloody hero who's got on

with his life and never quit.

Hear, hear.

In my office.

I won't be challenged in such a manner by you or anyone else. And I will not

stand by while a senior officer condemns a fellow officer without substantial

proof. Look, Reid was assaulted and robbed whilst paying for drugs.

His wallet wasn't missing, just everything in it. Yes, and so was his

medal. Addicts sell anything to feed their habits. Oh, don't give me that.

Reid would never sell that medal. It's the only thing that holds him together.

That's enough.

A damn good officer's reputation has been maligned in front of his

That's not what the doctors say.

He's on methadone and... You're presuming to judge him guilty before

has seen the facts. If you had listened to his records and not what you think

has happened, you don't know what he was doing. That's enough.

I know he was working on a case. Enough!

I expect an apology from you, Inspector.

In writing.

Yes.

And just for the record, sir, when I establish exactly what happened to D .S.

Reid, I'm sure that you will be prepared to offer the same unequivocal apology

to him.

That's all, Inspector.

Anything I can do to help, let me know, Jack.

Thanks, George. There is.

Look, get sniffing around. See if you can find Reed's medal.

We find that and we'll find the bloke who did him over.

I'll start with the pawnbrokers.

All right, yeah.

And tell them I want it done by the book and let us know.

I'll personally guarantee they won't be out of pocket.

In the meantime, we'll get on with what we have to do.

There's been a fair bit of rain in the past few days, so there's not much to go

on.

Now, we do know that she was at work on Saturday.

She also got a house in the centre of town.

Doubtful she had time to go when you were up.

Well, maybe.

But see here, Jack.

The tyres are clean, but there's specks of mud trapped in here.

Red clay.

Now, there's a band of soil with a top seam of clay running through it in two

areas round here.

The local farmers call it Denton Red.

I've marked the areas for you. Can you tell how recently the car was in this

area? Definitely in the last couple of days.

And that's not all.

Down, thank you.

There's a smear of the same stuff inside.

Almost like a scuff mark.

And there's another one just like it on the back carpet as well.

Yeah, but what made it?

That I can't tell you.

And I thought all you blokes practiced the black arts.

Only when there's a full moon.

How's Terry Reid doing?

It's too soon to tell. I'm sorry.

Is Reid your man?

Yes, yes, he is.

He's not my patient, but I'll make sure they keep you up to date.

All right, thank you.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, yes, I do.

There are a lot of doctors here.

All right.

They work all hours.

Yes.

They want canteen food and takeaways.

All right, don't worry about that. It's like home from home for me.

Coffee? Yes, please.

Now, we've established that Dr Gibson went missing on Saturday.

Could you tell me where you were?

I was at a surgical procedures lecture.

Any witnesses?

About 60.

I was on the platform as a panel member to answer questions from 9 to 5.

I did the main lecture, got back to the hospital that evening.

and attended to an emergency admission, and that will all be documented.

Earlier, you said you liked Dr Gibson.

Yes.

You seem to be the only one.

I first met her in Kosovo in a camp that treated both sides of the conflict. She

was a volunteer surgeon for two months.

Generous and brave, eh?

Dedicated.

Nothing was allowed to stand between her and her work.

I have to get back to my patients.

Yes, of course. Thank you.

Oh, one more thing, Dr Retnick.

Why did you resign?

Resign?

Yes, I found your letter of resignation in Dr Gibson's desk.

Oh, yes, yes, of course. I forgot.

She refused to accept it.

I wanted to move to a smaller hospital, better career move.

She took me out of it.

She must have had a lot of faith in you.

Yes, I suppose she did.

Afternoon, Jack. Oh, afternoon.

I'm not so sure that I want to see you.

Don't shoot me. I'm just the messenger.

Oh, good tidings, I hope.

Eighteen years and five months ago, to be precise, for the Essex job.

I found it.

Those are the dates you were seconded.

And those are the dates you claim for expenses.

And those are your...

Personal note.

I didn't realise I was there so long.

Time flies when you're having fun.

There are times when I wish that you weren't so thorough.

Nothing untowards, I hope, Jack. No, no.

Well, I suppose it could be quite good.

Anyway, thanks.

I appreciate this. That's OK.

Oh, hello, George. Hello, mate. Thanks.

Jack, any news on Reid?

Oh. critical, but he's stable.

George, about this hospital thing, I can't work it out.

Everyone who was associated with that Dr. Gibson has got an alibi for

I mean, even she was in the wards taking patients' notes an hour before the

waste truck arrived.

So what's your point?

Well, whoever killed her, I had to wrap her in plastic, put her in a plastic

bag, get the bag into a wheelie bin, get the wheelie bin from wherever it was,

right across the hospital, where the waste is picked up, all in under an

It couldn't be done.

Anyway, have a look at this.

Colby's company brochure. Look at the small print on the back. List of company

directors. One happens to be the hospital manager's wife.

Jameson.

Conflict of interest, maybe.

Yeah, very big maybe.

Especially when there's a lucrative waste contract on offer.

Yes?

James Ingram, sir.

Yeah, well?

He's a paramedic. He works at the hospital all the time.

Is he?

Well, well, well.

Who better to wheel a body into a mortuary than a paramedic?

That's what I thought too, sir.

Oh, did you?

Yes, sir.

Mr Mullet told me as you're short -handed I was to attach myself to you.

Oh. And that gives you the go -ahead to start thinking, doesn't it?

I've already started making inquiries about... Ingram's off -duty activity,

I'll get on to his background first thing tomorrow.

No, no, no, pretty, no.

You will get on to it tonight and give me the information first thing tomorrow.

Good idea, sir.

I was only going to study tonight anyway.

Yeah, well, what you don't know you won't miss, will you?

Goodbye.

Are you learning?

Is your friend badly hurt?

Uh, yes.

I'm sorry.

Well, he's tough, though. You know, that helps.

Oh.

Oh. I thought you should have done this.

Why not?

When was the last time you ever had a picnic?

Anyway, it's my birthday.

Oh, it isn't, is it?

Anne, I'm sorry.

You weren't to know.

How are you? Not the different taste.

Right.

Not a spaghetti term, is it? Not quite as messy.

Oh.

Here,

hang on.

Nan, I... I just wanted you to know that, you know, your mother and I had a

great relationship.

Yeah, she was a lot of fun.

I just wish that she'd told me about you.

Mum was always independent, wasn't she?

I don't know.

Maybe she didn't want to share me.

Yeah.

Never thought of that.

Women don't always want men cluttering up their lives, do they?

No, I suppose not.

Vice versa, too.

You wouldn't be cluttering up my life.

I just want you to know that.

They want us to sell their cheap cigarettes instead of our regular stock.

And these cigarettes will either be stolen or illegally brought into the

country. My husband doesn't want to break the law.

But this man... Is it Robbie Jensen?

This man, he's going to hurt us.

Don't tell my husband I came here.

Mrs. Brendan.

I have a colleague, a police officer, who's been seriously assaulted.

I think that from what you've been telling us here, that it's possibly the

people. So if you could give us a name, please.

I'm sorry.

Read.

He was sniffing out someone selling illegal fags in pubs. Tell me there's

connection.

Get the lid off this, will you?

My head ain't as good as it used to be.

All right.

Oh, blackberry and apple.

My daughter brings it in for me, and the nurses keep it in there. Oh, yeah.

There you go.

That's not bad, is it?

Is your mate in there, is it?

Yes, yeah, that's right.

Look, if they stick him in the end bed...

He's a goner.

It's where they've all been dying.

Bed five.

Yeah. At the op.

Into intensive care.

Woof. Stone dead.

Bed five?

Yeah.

Well, if they shift him in there, I'll get them to give you a call, cos he'll

a goner. Sure as eggs is eggs.

Yeah, well, you do that. Thank you.

Hey!

You want to watch the sell -by date on these things?

Oh, it's a load of rubbish. You buy them cheaper this way and keep them in the

fridge. They last longer.

Look, I don't think she was killed on Saturday.

Don't confound plan, Inspector.

That means extra work.

You're here to cause me grief, I can tell.

No, no, no. Listen.

Just listen.

Supposing, just supposing she was killed earlier.

And the killer discovers that the hospital incinerator is broken down.

So he's caught short. No quick way to dispose of the body.

So he stores the body in the cold room in the mortuary. Right?

Now, what would happen?

Ambient temperature dictates the rate of decay to slow down decomposition.

Exactly.

All right, Inspector, I'll start another post -mortem right away.

You blamed Dr Gibson for your son's death.

She killed him, just like the others.

The others?

Oh, come on.

For God's sake, I mean, you dug that out yet?

There's an inquiry going on.

Five post -operative deaths in as many months.

Something went wrong with my son's operation.

Of course she killed him, one way or another.

A ward nurse said that you visited your son late Thursday night.

Yeah. Did you see Dr Gibson?

Look, I saw her in the corridor, right?

I asked her if anything had gone wrong during the operation.

She assured me Michael would be fine.

Pharmacist said he saw a blue Vauxhall Cavalier parked in one of his fields.

Looked really competitive.

So what?

Dr. Gibson's car was seen in that area.

All right, cool.

Come on.

Admit it, Ingram.

You were there.

Look, I went out there on Friday.

The day your son died?

You wouldn't understand.

Who told you you saw me?

The farmer couldn't have.

Oh, the bloke who runs the hospital, was it?

James. Ah, yeah, that's him.

Yeah, he drove past.

Maybe he saw me.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

I haven't done anything wrong.

Sir!

Yes, what is it?

Sir!

That doesn't look very nice, does it, Mr Ingram?

Are you sure there isn't something that you want to tell us?

Jim!

It's blood.

I hit a fox when I was driving out there.

Its back was broken. I had to finish it off.

I didn't tell you because I didn't want to upset you.

You didn't think about upsetting me the day my Michael died. Just going off to

fly your bloody pigeons.

Leaving me here alone.

Just leaving me.

Sorry, love, I...

I had to get out of the house. I had to do something.

But you didn't do anything for me.

Mr Ingram, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to come down to the station

to answer a few more questions.

Prentice, get a woman constable out to the house and bag those jeans up as

All right, look, you can talk to me as much as you like, but please leave

my wife alone.

She's not coping.

Michael was her only child.

If you've got kids, you'll know what I mean.

A result, Jack?

James Ingram had to bring him in until he checked out some bloodstains he'd

found. Did you?

Uniform dug out Robbie Jensen.

Ah, like a rat in a hole.

Oh, well done, uniform.

Thank you.

Bad timing, Jack.

Super wants to see you as soon as you come in, both of you.

And this bloke wants you to phone him.

Oh, who's he?

No idea. Wouldn't say, except it's important.

Well, it always is, isn't it, eh?

Well, come on, Georgie Porgie, let's go and see the headmaster.

Inspector Frost, this is Tim Hamilton's father.

He has a complaint.

Oh, complaint.

I'm very sorry to hear that, sir. How can I help?

You and this other officer have been harassing my son.

No, no, no, no.

Actually, we were asking for some information.

Well, you're going to stop making any association between my son and a

who works in nightclubs.

The family went through enough of this last time.

Well, he's not the most well -mannered boy I've ever come across, is he, sir?

Mind you, they usually say that that comes from the parents.

You may think you have the right to insult me and my family, you and your

vindictive colleague here.

Gestapo tactics are still in the police training manual, I see. Mr Hamilton, I

will not have inappropriate accusations made.

You should know better than that. If I catch you near my son again without just

cause, you and this department will feel the full weight of the law.

Excuse me, sir, but is that what happened to Detective Sergeant Reid?

Reid? Oh, yes, I remember him.

Persistent to the point of being vindictive.

Yes, and he was moved from his own division a week after that.

Point taken, I think.

Well, sir, if we have to question your son again, let's make

sure we've got just cause.

Eh, Mr Hamilton?

Sir?

Come on, George.

Well, I'd like to thank you, Mr Ridley, for getting in touch with the station.

Now, I'm rather hoping that you've got something I want.

Maybe I have.

Your blokes were putting a word about nothing in the papers, I see.

Well, no, we didn't want to scare anyone off.

If I have got this particular piece of merchandise, you'll take it away.

Evidence, whatever.

I'm out of pocket.

Well, you would have heard that I'm willing to stand good for it.

Which is why I phoned.

Thought it was dodgy.

Don't see many of these.

No, they don't give many away.

We have security camera tapes of a highly incriminating nature.

We're also re -interviewing all of the shopkeepers.

We also have a very critically ill police officer.

I want to make a phone call.

Of course you do.

It's your right.

The public phone's a bit dicky at the moment.

However... Constable. Yes, sir.

This gentleman needs to make a phone call. He can use the office down there

the left. And make sure he has his privacy.

All right, sir. This way, please.

You haven't got anything with him on security tape.

He doesn't know that. And there's nothing wrong with a public phone.

That's something close to the wind, isn't it? Look, I said that I have some

tapes of an incriminating nature, which I have.

Of the kids who pawned Reed's metal.

That's not Jensen. We haven't made any connection between Jensen and whoever

clobbered Reed.

We will.

Anyway, George, what do you want?

Are you buying?

Oh, yeah.

Well, in that case, thank you very much. It's all right, all right. It's only a

soft drink. It's not magnum champagne.

So what do I do now?

What do you mean, buy some time? They're trying to stiff me with working over a

copper.

How will it do?

Hamilton is the sort of bloke who gets his kicks by running tough street kids

illegal cigarette rackets. The cost of mounting a raid is substantial.

Well, I think that Hamilton has pegged Jensen out to dry.

Look, Jensen has told me the time and the place where Hamilton is expecting

next drop -off. A gentle statement is not enough.

Hamilton's father, he's a force to be reckoned with.

Well, it's all I've got.

I'm sorry it's all I've got.

But if I can nab Hamilton, I'm sure it'll tie in with the lads that

Reed. Well, you haven't got them yet, have you?

Well, no, we've identified them.

We're looking for them.

So... Reed didn't pawn his medal?

No.

The kids who worked him over did.

All right.

You'd better have your raid.

Thank you.

More filth on the farm yard, eh? And a good afternoon to you too.

Tell me, what does it take to join this private club of yours?

A willingness to commit crime?

No, intelligence and a willingness to apply it.

You've got no right.

Wrong. Look, I run a legitimate trading business.

What, a smart lad like you at his last year at university?

It's called entrepreneurship.

It's called thieving.

Buildings are clear, sir.

All right.

Nothing illegal in Bartok, Inspector.

I'm not having you lot stick an assault on my Paulie and Jeff.

They've done nothing.

Tell him.

Tell him what you told me.

All right, that'll do, that'll do. You never brought any money into this house.

What do you do with it, eh?

OK, son, tell me what happened.

He'd already done him.

What other bloke?

This other fella ran out and we saw him. Some bloke in a short coat and hat.

He just nicked his wallet.

So, if the boys didn't clobber Reed, And it's fairly certain they didn't.

That just leaves Larry Brewer.

No, I don't think it was him.

It's not his style.

Mind you, people do change, though.

There you are. Oh,

yes, here I am.

Seems I can't hide anywhere in this place, can I?

Newport Morton and Dr. Gepson.

Oh.

It seems our Dr Gibson didn't die on Saturday morning. She died on Thursday

night.

That's a day and a half earlier than we thought.

Clever clogs, aren't they, forensic pathologists?

Who says they're one step up from watching sugar dissolve in tea?

Put the team rechecking all the statements, will you? I'll get on to it

sir. No, you won't. You will do that tomorrow morning.

You'll go home to your wife and that would -be child of yours. Go on.

Right, sir.

You know, the killer must have brought her car and her body back to Denton

General Thursday night.

That's when he discovers that the incinerator has broken down.

He forges her signature on the medical charts Saturday morning to

make us think that she was alive and still at work.

It's an alibi in reverse.

But who killed her Thursday night?

I don't know.

Well, one thing is certain.

It wasn't James Ingram.

His son didn't die till Friday morning.

Just had a call from somebody called Rolo.

Said to tell you they serve a good pint at the Fiddler's Inn.

No, let's call it a day.

Come on.

Can always tell a copper, can't you, Inspector Frost?

Especially the bent ones.

They have that certain look.

And then there's all the freebies, isn't there?

Free beer, free sarnies and... Well, who knows what else?

Larry Brewer.

Took me a long time to remember you.

I know you remember me.

Oh, my God.

All right, just Inspector Frost.

Well, don't.

You tried to kill a police officer.

I never laid a hand on him.

Cottoned onto me in the pub and followed me out.

He's still in a coma.

I thought I could hide from him in the cars. What did you hit him with?

Nothing, Mr Frost, I swear.

One minute he had his hands on me, the next he was down.

Is that when you put the boot in?

Look, I haven't harmed anyone.

I pretended to be you, fair enough, but it was a meal ticket and a bit of fun.

It was a harmless con.

That's all.

No, not harmless, Larry.

As far as I'm concerned, you assaulted and left a badly injured man who still

might die.

Con your way out of that one.

Oh.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Nelson.

Must have nodded off.

That was a quick five minutes, wasn't it?

Inspector, you've been here all night.

Oh.

Oh, thank you very much. I'm off duty now.

Oh, this is better than a blood transfusion, this.

Thank you for, you know, letting me sleep.

Don't tell anyone.

Don't make yourself scared.

Shift changes get busy.

Yeah, yeah, OK.

And, well, thanks again.

Oh, excuse me, can you tell me where I can leave it?

Just put it in the kitchen, second on the right. Thank you.

It was just an unconscious act.

Part of a normal routine.

She just pulled the plug out and then... then put it back a couple of minutes

later. My God.

And five people have died.

No one could have known.

No one.

I think this might conclude the internal investigation into post -operative

mortalities.

The ventilator alarm on bed five was faulty. The ECG alarm only came on when

patient's heart stopped.

Yes, you're going to cost the trust a fortune. If you didn't skimp on

in the first place, James, and gave us enough money for appropriate

this would never have happened.

Thank you, Inspector.

You've saved lives.

I forgot to add my congratulations and thanks, Inspector.

She has to be in the right place at the right time, as opposed to our Dr Gibson.

Oh, I was meaning to have a word with you today, anyway.

You don't seriously think I killed her?

I should be impounding your car today.

And I should be taking samples from the tyres, which I believe will put your car

in the vicinity of where she was murdered.

Quite close to where you live.

She was killed near my house?

Too close for comfort, eh, Mr Jameson?

Look, she came out to the house. She wanted me to reassess the budget cuts to

her department.

She'd do... She'd have done anything to keep that unit fully operational.

So she was blackmailing you.

She was going to tell the hospital trust about your wife's association with

Colby's and that Colby's had just been approved a very lucrative contract.

By you, the hospital manager.

I didn't kill her.

God, what a terrible mess.

She left the house at about 8 .30 last Thursday night.

After I'd agreed to her demands.

And she left, Inspector, because our dinner guests had arrived.

A dozen people can vouch for me and my wife on Thursday night.

I drove into the office late on Friday morning, and I never saw Helena Gibson

again.

I may be guilty of vested interest, Inspector, but not murder.

See, you don't need to use brute force.

A little humiliation works wonders. Oh, please leave him alone.

Please. He's done us no harm.

Where would we be without commercial enterprise, Mr. Brundon?

Welcome to our organisation.

And I think this is it.

to serve your meal, sir, but it gives me great pleasure to tell you that I have

a warrant for your son's arrest.

Okay, George, let's go. I also have a warrant to search these premises and

anything that I feel might be relevant, such as computers and files, etc.

It's all right, Kim. I'll talk to these people after.

I have witness statements.

I also have a wholesaler who swapped a whole load of plastic dust for a

surprisingly large amount of contraband cigarettes.

I also have a lorry containing the aforementioned contraband cigarettes.

I have a friend of your son sitting out there who has traded in his get -out -of

-jail free card. Your manner alone is sufficient for me to lodge a complaint

the highest level. Well, I dare say. But your son Timmy has been a very naughty

little tyke and has to face some rather unpleasant medicine.

You really are impoverable. Yes.

And they say there's no satisfaction in one's work.

You had the check.

I know that.

They told me my son was in that bed in intensive care.

And why he died.

Yes, I'm sorry.

If you hadn't found out why those people had died, they wouldn't have released

his body till who knows when.

We can bury him now.

Thank you for that.

Is there anything I can do? I mean, do you want a lift?

No, my wife's here.

Just a moment, Sergeant.

Now, I don't want you feeling lonely in this cold, melly old cell, so I brought

you something to keep you company.

Hmm.

You know about this fraud case in Essex that I was on all those years ago?

Well, I've been looking at my notes.

That took some doing, Jack, with your scribble.

Yeah.

Well, the thing is that I was back here that month when I was working on that

case.

She says her birthday is this week.

Who are you talking about?

There's a young girl who says I'm her father.

Oh, blimey, they must be serious. She can't be after your money.

No, she isn't. Thank you, Trigg.

The thing is that, um... Well, I'm rather warm to the idea.

You... Well,

what are you going to do about it, Jack?

If I don't say anything, she won't know.

And she'll have a father and I'll have a very nice daughter.

Listen, then.

DNA.

A DNA test will give you proof.

No.

They've got the proof.

What?

Saliva test.

Off a serviette that we had on our picnic.

I haven't got the courage to open it.

That's your call, Jack.

Yeah.

Thank you, Trig.

Prentice, you're late again.

Sorry, Mr Frost.

I was up all night. The baby's due today.

Look, why don't you just take the rest of the day off? Oh, thanks, darling.

Because I'd never get to the hospital on my vacancy.

Oh, well, you'll have to learn to pedal harder, won't you?

Look, just a minute.

I've got to go to the hospital to see DS Reid. I'll get a patrol car to drop me

off.

Go on. There's my keys.

When the call comes, use my car.

Put your bike in the rear.

Thanks, sir. Which means, when all this is over, you can cycle back.

He's going to be fine.

He regained consciousness early this morning.

Oh, great. Thank you. Thank you very much for all your help. Not at all.

He's got a strong will.

When some waiter was pulling him through.

Well, I always knew he wasn't a quitter.

He'll need care for some time to come. Yes, of course, I understand.

Oh, by the way, Jemison has resigned as hospital manager, so some good has come

of all this.

Any word on Helena Gibson's murder?

No, not yet, I'm afraid.

Excuse me, will it be all right for me to go in?

Yes, OK, just for a minute.

Thank you.

All right?

I see you've caught up with your beauty sleep, then.

Aye, Governor.

I've got a shocking headache.

I'm not surprised.

You'll be pleased to know that we've got Larry Brewer.

He'll do some serious time for what he did to you.

He didn't touch me, Gav.

You what?

No, I sussed him in the pub.

He did a runner.

I collared him in the toilets.

The floor was swimming in water.

And I slipped and crapped my head on the sink.

Well, that was his story.

He was telling the truth.

For once.

Anyway,

we still got a result.

You catch the killer?

No, not yet.

Well,

I'd better go.

You get some rest.

I'm going to slide off to the pub and get a liquid lunch.

And before you ask, I won't have one for you.

I'll have a double.

Hope I'm not too late, sir.

Good timekeeping is a knack, and it's one I hope you will soon acquire.

Come on.

Wait, wait, wait. Watch what you're doing.

My upholstery, though. I didn't clean last year.

Sorry about that, scuff, sir.

I'll come off with a better cleaner.

Sir, are you all right?

Get in touch with the station. Get D .S. Toolan down here and a couple of squad

cars. I want them now!

Ah,

Dr. Retnick.

You thought you were safe.

No body, no crime.

But you see, I've got her body.

I got it before it went into the incinerator.

I have to go back to my patient.

You put her in the cold room.

Because you knew the hospital incinerator had broken down.

You sneaked her car back here Friday night, then forged her signature on

Saturday. It's a perfect alibi.

I know it all.

An idiot.

She did.

But she wanted you to sign it.

Am I right?

You don't understand what it's like where I come from.

People like her, they watch every move you make.

Everything would have ended for me.

She was questioning my qualifications.

Thought I was responsible for all those deaths.

I heard her talking to Jameson.

She was going to tell him all about me.

She never told Jameson.

She gave you the benefit of the doubt.

They won't keep it on. No.

You know what? He followed her. He followed her out to Jameson's.

Anyway, he laid her somewhere and then he killed her.

He put his bike on the back seat of the car.

See, that's what those scuff marks were.

I wouldn't... Oh, I know.

How's your wife and that baby of yours?

Oh, God! I forgot!

Got high hopes for that lad.

I've got a little birthday present for you.

At least I'll have had the pleasure of sharing one birthday with you.

No, no, don't.

You'll open it later.

I'm sorry, it's not you.

Yeah, well, me too.

You would have been a daughter I could have been proud of.

You will keep in touch, won't you?

I really like that.

And, uh, you'll let me know if there's anything I can do to help you find them.

You know.

Anyway, uh, I'll have to say goodbye.

You'd have been the perfect choice.