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and, of course, his own generous donation.

When I came here today and saw this beautiful village, I thought, the air,

view, the people, they're so special.

He wasn't lost.

I didn't think he would be.

Remember, he's on holiday from midnight.

Oh, well, have a nice time in Paris.

We all try.

I'm proud to be welcomed into your community.

And this donation is, quite frankly, the least I can do.

Right. Petty cash.

First mail files.

Main office key.

Now... You're acting DCI from now on.

The only advice I've got is... Sorry.

Thank you.

Make some good faith and stand by your decisions.

I'm looking forward to this.

I think your parents are trying to attract your attention.

All right.

Good day.

Lovely. Thank you.

No peace and no good. There's a problem. I've got to be safe.

Oh, God.

We're on holiday Charlie

Looks

like this is knackered you took to

Paris

Nobody's been playing happy families, Charles.

This is as savage as I've seen.

It's a nice car, though.

So he was being fortunate of the boot and was ready to have a go, did he?

That took some guts.

Or folly. A man of his age.

I'm sorry to be boring, Charles.

But I don't want to pick up your lurgy. Now, if you could just let the dog see

the rabbit.

That's more.

This is butchery.

You heard the shots?

Yes. Didn't you think to ring in?

Some of this gun's going off every night round here.

Bloody poachers, barking dogs. It's like living in the middle of a safari.

Can you pinpoint the time?

Half past two, three.

Bloody hell.

My, oh, my.

Be sure your sins will find you out.

Pardon? Nothing, son.

Just thoughts.

Magic, eh?

All that innocence.

At least the place hasn't been vandalised.

Given time.

Good morning.

Morning.

Oh, I'm sorry, Lucy.

It's all right.

If I'd known I only had six hours of DCI, I wouldn't have spent them in bed.

How was it for you?

What?

What being a DCI? What was it like?

We're manned up.

Just. I'm using DS Finlay as my backup. He's been round the block a few times.

Not just a block.

Good morning.

Before you go, put the word out.

Anyone local who's getting into armed robbery, anyone who's coming from

and anything at all on illicit shotguns, fences, gun dealers.

Get them worried.

Good morning.

Morning.

The Boomer Society, Dyson, Workforce, already put up 25 ,000 reward.

That's very good.

But it could give us a lot of red herrings.

With every crank and cornwall trying to get into the frame.

Excuse me, sir.

I thought you were on annual leave.

I am, but this is an exceptional crime.

I'd like to discuss further resources with you now, sir, in case we don't get

another break.

The budget is at 250k.

Tailor your needs to that for the moment.

All right.

So, what have you got?

Well...

It looks as if the killer planned to rob the Billing Society, bungled it, and

then deliberately shot them both.

Could it be a contract killing?

I know everyone thinks this is a sleepy hollow, but a building society manager,

drugs, money laundering... Yes, as I understand it, sir, the Dysons were

entirely respectable and due to retire shortly. In fact, Mr Dyson's

courage probably cost them both their lives. As long as we don't risk our

possibilities.

I'll do my best, sir. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must get on.

We don't want to end up looking like country hicks.

You, Dougie.

Get on with it. Down there.

Watch your dad break your neck.

Do that to me again, Badger, and I'll have your liver out, all right? You just

try to be a bit creative. Where's your sense of the dramatic?

Okay.

Shotguns. And I want something good.

Can I take my exciting, boss?

Yeah, why not?

Get a bit of cuddling me from you, eh, ma 'am?

Just being a character, ma 'am?

Not a sexy phone in my body.

No, of course not.

Mine neither.

Which is why I'm putting you under me, as backup in outside inquiries.

Pleasure, boss.

Some coffee?

No, thanks. Only drink tea.

We'll be using the gym teacher's room.

So you think I need a bit of exercise and plenty of discipline?

You see?

Back in a couple of hours.

OK, sir. I'll be on the mobile.

Oh, and it's a good thing you're getting fed now, because there won't be much

time for that later.

Got no chance of getting across that.

20 quid says I'll have her in the broom cupboard by the time the charge sheet's

made out.

Want it?

I took special leave from school because of the dates of this exhibition.

Don't you realise how difficult that is for a headteacher?

This is a very serious case.

Aren't they all?

You want me to walk away from it? Just go on holiday? For once, yes.

This is the first holiday on our own since... I don't know when.

You need it. I need it.

I can't.

Of course, I realise. You are the only person on the horse keeping up with the

texting and everything.

What is all this, Helen? It's all like you. Yeah, well, maybe it's about time.

I have always supported you in your work.

I think the kids were small and they thought Santa Claus was a man in a blue

uniform sleeping off night duty on the sofa.

And now when he comes home, full of hell and misery, moaning on about Stevenson,

bloody pigs and the CPS.

I have to find it interesting. And you know, Charlie, I find it boring.

Boring as hell.

You calm down.

I will not calm down. I am angry. I am upset. Well, what am I supposed to do?

Leave the job? Oh, no.

I'm not going to make that decision for you. And I'll be thrown in my face if

things don't work out. No.

But I'm certainly going to Paris on my own.

Bobby's been formally identified to me as Thomas Dyson.

Outward sign show. Massive injury.

to neck and head, which have all the hallmarks of a shotgun window at close

range.

I will now proceed with cutting the clothing in order to examine the body in

more detail.

Now, Mr. Dyson is wearing a loose fitting.

Oh, very nice quality.

A dressing gown and plain blue pyjamas.

Oh, well, well.

You want to know the time?

Ask a cadaver.

I must say, Paddy, you really have fired us up on the charity front. Don't show

yourself short, Ronald. I was merely an artist, sir.

Drink?

Scotch beat.

Terrible thing, that, about Tommy Dyson and his wife.

Um, ice water? No, thanks.

Did you know him?

No. He was a smashing fellow.

Staunch Rotarian.

Heart of gold.

He was a quiet sort of chap, but it didn't do to push him.

He's a great one for fairness, was Tom.

We can't afford to lose that kind.

They were probably there on Saturday at the race. They lived nearby.

Then they were shot that night.

It doesn't bear thinking about.

They should bring back hanging.

Country's going soft.

Gone, Ronald.

Gone.

Mr. Dyson was shot while resisting the attacker.

He clearly grabbed the gun because two fingers of his left hand were missing.

Pathology shows that Mrs. Dyson suffered from chronic angina and could have died

at any time.

And with the trauma of being bound and gagged alone, it would have been enough

to finish her.

I have to say, everyone, that in all my time in the meat business, this

particular crime makes me extremely sad.

Nice ordinary couple Slaughtered for daring to stand up to a criminal

Now for those of you who haven't worked for me before I expect

only the best nothing less Now this is going to be a hard

slog paint taking attention to detail is vital remember I am the

senior investigating officer. You have a problem, you come to me.

But Rank isn't going to solve this crime.

Every one of you is a vital cog in the investigation.

All right, thank you.

Well done, Charles.

Just the right amount of carrot and stick.

Everything under control, Lucy?

Yes, sir.

It's a standard inquiry.

Is that necessary?

Yes, sir, it is necessary.

It's no good getting prickly, Charles.

We've no suspect or forensic results, yet you're going to interrogate every

innocent member of the community holding a legitimate shotgun certificate?

Yes. Well, anyone with half an eye could see the killing was done by a villain

who'd have an illegal weapon anyway.

Which may have been stolen from a legitimate source.

You have a prejudice against gun owners. No, no, no, I just hate guns. I can

think of no positive reason for owning one. There's no use starting a personal

crusade, Charles.

They're a feature of rural life.

That's for all that stuff about innocent members of the community. I mean, the

village drunk can apply for a licence.

There's machinery to bring him with that. Sir, he's spent half an hour. Just

minute.

Yes, we can object. Yes, if we have evidence. But these days, we leave it to

computers to tell us what to do. Well, but if the killer gun does turn out to

have come from a source which could have been prevented,

it would become a serious embarrassment to the chief.

Ah, fresh air.

Perfect for all those outdoor, healthy country pursuits.

Badger baiting.

Cockfighting.

Bare -knuckle boxing.

Hey! Game from the ground. I'm only putting it back.

Never mind the jokes.

Let's have it.

I'm here as a favour to you, remember?

Where do you feed him, on raw meat?

He's starting to irritate me. Sort him out.

He's a bundle of laughs heading for a wobbler's classic.

Look, I am under pressure, which means so are you, so you'd better have

something good, otherwise you're right in it.

Okay.

What's the going rate for a sawn -off?

Depends on what the gun was used for and who it's going to take us to.

Look, mate, I've got my health to think about.

It's me doing the dance of the scorpions, remember?

I'll point you in the right direction. It's up to you to make the pieces fit.

So?

Sorry, I didn't know about the car park.

How's that for a result? Are you a total nutter?

You're arrested, Colby. What?

Get off me! Get off me, you snail! You're not lifting me!

I still don't think it was necessary to lock him up

for that.

I mean, we could have let him dump the gun somewhere for us to find, didn't we?

Turns out to be the murder weapon.

Search his house.

I'd charge him with all that you can on that shotgun.

We'll go for a five -day remand. He'd be of more use to us on the outside, you

know. Listen, Doug, Mr. Formby's going nowhere.

He's sitting on something, and it's not just his bony backside.

So we've got our name in lights, sir.

Buddy Stevens.

Sorry, should have knocked.

I need an independent team for a house search.

OK, I'll sort it.

Thank you.

Can't have you going sick, can we?

You don't think I'd rather be going to Paris?

Yes, but you're not.

Could you cancel?

Transfer the ticket.

In a word, no.

I don't need all this, Helen.

I really don't. I've got Stevens poisoning every well on this inquiry.

Wetting himself in case I disturb the shotgun lobby.

Forget about police work if it gets in the way of his career.

I mean, for a moment there this afternoon, I nearly smacked him right in

nose.

But you didn't, did you?

Now, if you don't mind.

This was a particularly vicious and unpleasant crime.

The kind you're not used to in this area.

Oh, wake up. Smell the flat. Anyone out there who needs any kind of information

should come forward. Awful, isn't it? The perpetrator of this crime must be

caught and punished.

There's some terrible people in the world.

Are you sure you're going to be all right on your own? So what's new?

Oh, please.

Don't forget to feed David fish.

Twice a day.

Any agra from the lovely Mrs. Thornby? No, gone to blank, sir.

Apart from these.

I think the right line. She's got a nice tidy body, actually.

I wondered when you'd stop skulking around outside.

What, you think I was going to do rape you?

How you doing, Hazel?

Perfect.

You keeping him in this time?

Do you want me to?

There's no way he's done those fillings, though.

You see, I can get my hands on that 25 grand reward and get out of this

pit.

But he was here, drunk, puked all over the stairs.

Like I say, life's been good.

What about the gun?

Thought we could make a quick 50 out of you.

He hates the police, you know.

Brags about Ali as you're all running in circles.

If you want to keep him in a bit longer, there's some paperwork on the bar from

the sale room in Newquay.

Camping equipment?

I didn't know you was into dib -dib.

Dib?

You'd better have these back.

See why you stick with them.

Or is it a flattering angle?

He says it's him.

It was definitely you.

I recognise the smile.

Who thought any interesting bits of the Ice Maiden lately?

Wrench has got the arts for old Charlie Whitcliffe.

Is that what you reckon?

You haven't, have you?

I'll be 20 quid handy.

What's going on?

A normal break, sir. We're just getting the statements up to date.

You're on the march. Complete your statements in the field.

You're not paid to sit on your backsides.

Stephen's asked for you to speak. He's querying the holding charge on Thornby.

You do surprise me. All the house -to -house in the system now.

Do you know what comes up in that nice area?

Have a kick in a fit from a diving plant?

Any escort agency?

Not for shooting.

It appears legit, but I've got a trace on the owner.

A Rubina Winter.

Previously from Leeds, actually.

As you can see, there's a marker on a non -payment of fine for running a

disorderly house six years ago.

Have they sent the gun off to hunt it in for full ballistics?

Yeah, but in their opinion, it's so badly damaged it couldn't be fired

so it's not the murder weapon. Which means we have nothing to connect Formby.

Keep her Stevens off me for the time being, will you?

Anywhere in particular, I should say you are.

Out.

Well, well, well.

The man they couldn't hang.

Hello, Rubina.

I knew it wouldn't take you long to find me.

You're looking good.

You always were a diplomat.

Well, when none of us are getting any younger.

What are you doing in Cornwall?

Same as you.

Trying to get away from it all.

Suck some clean, fresh air up me nostrils.

But it doesn't look as if we can, does it?

Anyway, come along in.

You've got a cold, haven't you, poor love?

What have you got?

Gear from that ram raid in Penmarthen.

I can really bleed for me now.

Before Charlie does it with a sledgehammer. Right.

Mr Trevarek here has identified everything in the van. I need a full

top and tail, OK?

You ever heard of Paddy Darno?

Ex -London villain, yeah.

He's been based down in Plymouth for the last couple of years.

Yeah, I know.

Came up on the computer.

He's a gun dealer now.

Supposed to have gone straight, hasn't he?

Straight as Quasimodo's coat hanger.

What do you expect me to call it? Slap and tickle limited?

I'm impressed.

Is everything on computer?

Internet, Charlie.

I've got a website.

It brings me every customer and contact I need.

I run an op market, legitimate business. Credit cards only.

I've come up in the world since Leeds, eh?

I thought with the money you earned you could afford to retire.

Well, like you.

I need a reason for getting out of bed in the morning.

Once that's gone, you might as well be in your box. True.

Do you remember that team I put in for robbery?

I remember you sitting in the corner of my flat, basking in your headlines, and

I thought to myself, I'm going to get those brown eyes into bed.

Maybe you should have tried harder.

You're a bugger, you. You never know whether you're kidding or not.

You always were a detective, first and last.

That's why I'm here.

You think the killer could be one of my punters?

Or someone who provided the gun, yes.

Well, the girls go to them. I don't see them.

Anyway, they're mostly businessman types these days.

But you want a name, don't you?

Yeah.

A leopard doesn't change its spots.

Yeah, Knight?

Yeah? Can you get a signal on your mobile from there?

Yes, it's okay.

Why? I think we'd better give the police a call.

This is the only punter who's got anything to do with guns as far as I

Got a price, Charlie.

Sir, look, I don't want to look as if I'm sticking my nose in, sir, but the

trainer... Made in Taiwan.

Everybody and their uncles got them.

Yes, but I couldn't have noticed in the laces.

What about them?

Well, my little sister, no matter how much I try and show her, she always ties

them her own way.

If you look at this one, it's been tied diagonally with a kind of quadruple

reverse knot.

Well done.

Well done.

Lucy, push forensic for a quick result.

Especially for any bloodstains on the clothing.

I should see what two of the four be singing there. Yeah, um, I want to run a

name by them. Lucy and I were talking about a particular gun dealer. Patrick

Durlow.

We've got all the tents, Banjo, and that receipt is in your name and was found

in your house.

For the record, Mr. Formby has just eaten a photocopy of the referred -to

receipt.

I am now showing him the original, dated 7th of November, 1997.

Mr. Formby is indicating he wishes the tape to be switched off, so this

interview is suspended for ten minutes to let him compose himself and have

refreshments.

Time of break, 1953.

I'll kill the cow. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have nothing.

OK, you must have found out by now the gun was useless and nothing to do with

the toppings.

I'll take the handling on the tents. Let's get the deal done. I can get on

my life.

You're going nowhere, Formby.

What, with some daft tents?

Or is it the smack I gave you?

I don't think you're receiving me, Formby.

You're not getting bail.

We're investigating a double murder, and I believe you know something. Murder?

Me? Bad away all you like me. You're on a sticky wicket.

Where'd you get that gun?

I don't have to tell you nothing.

Do you know a dealer called Darno?

You heard of him?

I intend visiting Mr. Darno.

Maybe we should talk about you.

You can't do that.

Oh, yes, I can.

Please.

You've got to help me on this one.

You shouldn't have tried to run us around the table, Banjo.

Patrick Durno.

45, six feet plus, very fit.

Took over a gun shop in Plymouth three years ago.

Recently moved into a large house just outside the city.

And is heavily into throwing parties for wealthy local businessmen, solicitors,

etc.

During the early 80s, he was well known in South London as a fixer and enforcer,

and well flagged as an associate of many target criminals.

Still known to travel to Ireland, Liverpool, New Paltrow, Glasgow, and

Now, unfortunately for us, he has no form.

Except with a juvenile sitting by the greyhound kennel.

Why does a man like that become a legitimate registered firearm dealer?

Connections, maybe?

Obviously.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull. Pulled you earlier.

Pull.

Mr. Whitley, pleasure to meet you.

D .I. Kiersey.

D .I.?

Best rank in the job, eh?

Come in, come in. Let's make you comfortable.

Sarah, would you pick some drinks for these gentlemen, please?

Yeah, of course. Not for me, thank you. Mr. Kersey?

Uh, yeah, fresh wines would be nice.

Sarah, look after Mr. Kersey. I'll talk to Mr. Wickliffe down here.

How can I help?

We're investigating a double murder.

Tommy Dyson is, what, very, very sad.

You knew them?

Not personally, but his reputation went before him, like us all, eh?

A shotgun was used, so we're checking all possible sources.

So, have you always been a policeman?

No, no, I used to be in the army.

Really? My dad was in the army.

Really? We lived all over the world.

Were you ever in Hong Kong?

No, no, Ireland, you know, Falklands.

That must have been exciting.

Sometimes, yeah.

I know you've done some checking on me, and some of the things said won't have

been that flattering, but I'm strained.

I like this community, and I like to think I've redressed the balance for

anything I might have done in the past.

All this is earned.

And if I can help, I will.

Good.

And if you ever need any easement on any travel or anything, just give us a

call. I've got a lot of connections.

Sit down, Charles.

Is that your superintendent, Wycliffe?

Yes, we know.

I'd like to know who I'm talking to, sir.

I'm Chief Superintendent Jeffreys.

Special branch or MI6?

This is an operational colleague representing Ensys and Customs and

Suffice to say, he outranks you, so I suggest you sit and listen to what we

to say.

You spoke to a man called Patrick Durno today?

Yes.

Why?

He came within the scope of my investigation.

How did you know I spoke to him? Has he complained?

Have you got him under surveillance?

That's really none of your business, Superintendent.

But I need to know.

The crime intelligence on this man stinks to high heaven.

And if there is another inquiry going on which overlaps mine, I need to know

about it.

Durno is eliminated from your inquiry.

I'm sorry?

Now, just a minute.

If Durno is being tolerated and there's something happening on my patch, then I

should know what's happening.

That's an order.

Who from, sir?

Me.

Now look, I don't care what cloak and dagger outfit you're from.

Don't threaten me, or you might find this provincial superintendent is going

go public.

Now I don't know what area of responsibility you've got, but mine is

I have a duty to investigate and to bring to justice a double murderer, and

tread any path and tread on any toes until I've done it.

Your passion is laudable. Your judgment is somewhat lacking.

Never let it be said we didn't ask nicely.

Thank you, Charles. You've had your instructions.

Mrs. Whitcliffe, please. Room 301.

I'm sorry, monsieur. Madame does not answer.

Could you tell her her husband rang?

Certainly, monsieur.

Thank you.

The local building society manager and his wife were gunned down at their home

early on Sunday morning.

Despite a number of clues left by the murderer, police seem to be no near a

making of records.

Every effort was being made.

Detective Superintendent Wycliffe, who is heading the investigation, was not

available for comment.

Morning.

Everybody here?

And now...

Several days into this inquiry.

So let's consolidate.

Cyril.

Oh, well, I am just here to make the weight up. The photographs show it all.

Time of death around 3 a .m.

Cause of death, well, it wouldn't take a blind man on a galloping horse to tell

you that.

Trauma and severe loss of blood from shotgun wounds to the heads of both

victims. The rest is academic.

All right, thank you.

Latest forensic?

Clothing found in the mine shaft.

Gunpowder residues and blood groupings appear to match the victims.

Forensics say they're confident the murderer was wearing the clothes at the

of the crime.

And the unusual knot on the trainer may be very helpful.

And the pieces of shotgun?

Probably the weapon used, but identification is going to be very

the marks have been ground off it.

What about the other gun inquiries?

It's an eye -opener, sir. It might have been easier to check out houses that

don't have shotguns.

And hardly any were kept secure. We found them under beds.

Behind sofas, et cetera, et cetera.

Are the guns reported stolen?

Nationwide, the numbers are alarming, but nothing within a ten -mile radius of

the murder.

Well, keep at it.

Sir. What about the watch?

Better news, though.

Catalogue agents have been identified with several purchases recorded in our

area. One agent in particular, Athandra Lilly, looks as if she's given the same

address as Hazel Formbiss.

I see now.

I want every scrap of DNA off that watch. Yes, sir.

Now, what about Durnall?

Nothing further. Oh, God, that was a bloody waste of time.

No good stamp for me, the monster from the deep.

Even Bodmer won't take him.

No one saying a word.

The Home Office policy, apparently.

All prisoners are now being fitted with zips.

Sorry, am I interrupting?

Just a briefing, but we'll pick it up.

If they're trying to get to Formby, then...

Hazel might be next on the list, so, Doug, keep clear of her for the time

Take Finlay and keep an eye on that house.

All right.

Focus on the actions as discussed.

Let's take the inquiry up a gear. Come on.

Are you feeling all right, Charles?

Well,

all I can say is, can you stay that colour?

It's exactly what I need for my bathroom.

Is it me or is the boss looking a bit afraid around the old girls?

He'll be all right.

Well, at least you know where you are with him. What are you, old school?

I must say, I do think he's... If anyone tries to undermine him, or even thinks

about it, they'll have to take on me.

And a whole lot more.

Do you want to have fun? Hey, I'm on your team.

I hope.

Mrs. Whitliffe, please.

Hello.

Hello, it's me.

Hello.

I've been trying to get you for two days.

I've been busy.

Look, I've been thinking...

There must be something the matter with this line. I just wanted to say it,

that's all.

Okay.

Accepted.

Um, look, I've, uh... I have to go.

I'm sorry, I'll ring you later, okay?

Okay.

All right, bye.

Okay, look, I'm coming.

Could it be the lovely hazels frying somebody else's bacon in Banjo's pan?

Oh, God, I'd like to be inside your head.

PNC check, please.

You've come to protect him, have you?

Moral support.

He'd have needed Rollers to get away 15 years ago.

But he still comes back when he wants something.

So, you're interested in Patrick Durno, are you?

Yes. Could you help us?

Possibly.

Sarah?

Hello again.

As you probably know, Sarah and Mr. Durno have become very close.

Sarah and I have discussed it, and she's quite happy to tell you everything she

knows, provided it goes no further than these four walls.

What do you want to know?

Whatever you want to tell us.

Well, he's nice.

He's very nice.

He took me to Bermuda.

Not like some of them.

They want receipts.

He has great parties.

I love swimming.

He lets me use his pool almost whenever I want.

Who'd come to the parties?

Everybody.

He knows everybody.

Before? Was released when?

Two years ago to a hostel in Plymouth.

Psycho like this and we weren't informed.

Some 25 -year -old graduate probably assessed him as totally rehabilitated.

There's no further information about these Dutch visitors?

No, he mainly had business meetings with them and I'm not around for those.

Well, thanks for your help.

Okay. See you, Ruby. Bye, love.

You make sure that girl's looked after.

What?

Nothing?

Yeah.

Parsons is a loner, ruthless and calculating.

He targets isolated, high -class properties.

His last conviction, he tied the old lady with tape so tight it went through

the bone.

He's got to be a contender.

He's a lot of no better.

Why weren't we told he'd moved into the area?

Flipping the system.

Right. Let's keep a close eye on it.

You got anything yet?

No, no. It's all quiet.

Uh, hang on.

Hang on. Car coming.

Green Nissan.

It's got a dodgy door.

Where have you been? I've been waiting an hour.

Off, off, off. To you.

You knew what Durno would do to me. But no, you storm in. Now I'm on Route 43

and everyone thinks I'm a nonce.

How do you know it was Durno?

Slag us up all you like, Banjo.

But it was you who started this ball rolling.

If you'd been straight with us in the first place, you wouldn't be in here.

where did you get the gun? I just wanted to make a few bob off you, and I

botched it, that's all. So get off my back!

Did you get it from Turner?

No. I borrowed it.

You'd better get this on tape.

I told you, it's not going on tape.

Listen, will you? I got a pal.

He got it stashed. He's had it for ages.

He got it because someone was going to blow his legs off.

Erect it so in the barrel the gun's useless.

Is this pal called Harry Parsons?

Harry's sound is a pounder. Trust him with my life.

Well, that's good.

Would you trust him with your wife?

What?

You'd trust him with Hazel.

Sorry about the quality, Banjo, but I'm sure you recognise the smiles.

I need a word about someone.

I think that's come inside.

You ready to go?

About

who?

Lando Thornberry.

Who the hell's he? One of the locals.

He's on remand.

Only, he nicked a shooter of mine.

It's knackered. I forgot I had it.

And?

Well, I thought, as I got it from you, you should know.

You might get talkative.

Are you serious?

I don't believe this.

I've just heard some copper named Wickliffe snooping round here, and all

of some toe rag I don't even know.

And it's all down to you. No, no, no, Paddy, you've got it all wrong, mate.

I'm only marking your card.

He has been warned.

Has he really? Yes.

And what about this top -in the other night?

It was a pretty sloppy piece of work.

Didn't even have enough balls to go over the building society money.

Paddy? Oh, sorry you're busy.

Just give us a couple of minutes, darling.

Get your eyes off. That's mine.

It was down to you, wasn't it?

There can be no comebacks from you.

Paddy! Why, you are... a few errands for me, and you think you can do what you

like, infecting this place, ruining my plans, or you're dangerous and you're

stupid. I never want to see you ever again.

Otherwise, I'll have you sign up with the Plymouth Sound 11, and you'll end up

not in the bottom of a dredge. Do you understand?

Go, go, go!

Oh, police!

Put your hands in the air!

Do it now!

You know what we're doing?

Who, Jack?

I'm only 33, but I feel like an old woman. Have you any idea what it's like

lying in bed, knowing he's out chasing young tarts and bringing God knows what

into the house? He treats me like dirt.

Harry made me feel wanted again. He made me laugh.

He had someone in prison teach Banjo a lesson for the way he'd been to me.

If Harry Parsons cares that much for you, how come he did that?

Look, Hazel, we've had you under observation.

You think Harry killed those people?

I'm not sure yet.

I am.

I never even dreamed it could be him until I read about the watch.

Yeah, we know about the catalogue.

But it's just fiddle money. You're not going to tell the social, are you? What

about the watch?

Well, I bought it for him.

Then the other night I noticed he wasn't wearing it, so I asked him and he just

flared up.

Gave you that for your trouble?

I pick them, don't I?

Does Banjo know about me and Harry?

That's another hiding to look forward to.

I need a full statement, Hazel.

Yeah, what about the reward?

Listen, I might have loved Harry a bit, but it's only what 25 grand's worth.

Matt.

Matt.

Oh, for the surprises, Doug.

Anyway, I can't use the pool today.

Why's that?

He's got people working in there.

Doing what?

Don't know.

They're in there last week as well, repairs or something.

Look, I don't know quite how to put this, but it's very, very important that

know what you're getting yourself into, you know that?

I've made my notes and what you told me into a statement.

Right, now, you don't have to sign it. So I might be a witness?

Well, possibly, but it's very, very unlikely.

I mean, personally, I would not want you to get that involved.

Hey, listen, you couldn't do me a favor, could you?

What? If I can?

Could you check that pillow for me?

Okay.

I want to leave you in no doubt as to how I'm going to deal with you, Parsons.

You're terrifying me.

You will be detained in this station for our interview.

You've been making enemies.

The interview will take place as soon as possible. But not until I'm satisfied

all the necessary inquiries have been completed.

You won't hear the one that gets you.

you've searched for, my lovely.

Bad enough having to cope with that poor girl's death without all this nonsense.

I'm sure you're upset.

Of course I am.

Okay, I know what she wants, but she was special. She lit up every room she

walked into.

And I was sick to the back teeth of telling her about messing around with

cross -currents.

Look, you can take it for granted I'll deal with all the necessary.

I'll pass that on.

I'll need a detailed statement as to the last time you saw her. Of course.

Look.

There's no need to take a sledgehammer to crack a nut with me.

I've told you, I can help.

We can work on things together.

After all, I know a lot of people who can make life easier.

We're all brothers.

I was taught a long time ago to be cautious.

Yes.

Well, the strongest trees bend with the wind.

Look, there's no need to be so rigid.

I don't intend to continue this line of conversation.

You might say something you'd regret.

Head for the shop?

Yes, sir.

Nothing.

You've been to my shop?

With a warrant.

You want to complain, Mr Durner? I'm sure you know the procedure.

Well, you best stick to catching poachers, mister, because if you want to

this personal, that's fine by me.

You don't have to go through with this, you know, Doug.

Yeah, I do.

Otherwise I might as well pack it in.

Your paper after people's grief, not your own.

So what you're going to do is go into my office where nestling in the top drawer

of my desk is a bottle of vodka.

Now pour yourself a large one and have a good think.

I do what I have to do, you sign the paperwork, and nobody's a wiser.

Go on.

Go on.

Not... Identical in every respect. And each set of lasers has a smaller notch

below the plastic end to prevent slipping through the eyelet.

Any evidence from the lock -up?

Cutter is well used.

Damage to the cutting edge matches striation marks of the telephone wires

Dyson's house.

And the stock, the gun barrel?

Positive physical fit with the shotgun found in the mine shaft.

And the watch?

I'm sorry we've been unable to come up with anything. No DNA, hair, nothing.

Excuse me.

Still, it's looking good.

Is it?

The trainers are the only positive link so far.

Parsons isn't going to say anything.

I mean, it's just possible, just possible, mind you, that Formby did the

murders. So, come on. Get access to that garage?

Yes. How do we know Formby and Parsons weren't in it together? They were

the same woman.

And then, of course, there's the Durnall connection.

Mr Wycliffe, phone. It's Dr Franks.

Charles.

She was murdered.

If it hadn't been for you and that other one licking his lips over her, she'd

still be alive today.

I thought you were genuine, but you're not, are you? You're just like all the

others. You're full of shit!

Don't get out of here before I call a nurse, will you?

You were told to leave Durno alone.

The water in her lungs was chlorinated probably from a swimming pool. All you

have is association.

You've no proof Durno was involved.

Durno is now implicated in three murders.

And he's probably supplying half the criminals in West Cornwall with

and you're asking me to walk away from it? No!

I'm ordering you!

I might not agree, Charles, but that's the way it's got to be played.

Understood? Oh, yes, sir, very clearly.

Listen.

I want you to take over the Parsons case. Interview him.

And prepare the case papers.

All right?

As I'll ever be.

Doug.

Don't assume the guilt.

She was in Durnow's clutches long before we ever knew she existed. You're

forgetting, aren't you? It was us who had... Don't bring me up with it,

Do something about it.

Can you use this?

Big note.

Scan the cell, mate.

Police frequency?

It's either being watched or protected. Let's find out which it is.

My pleasure.

You can supply 50.

50 now, another 50 when you want them.

And a syntax.

Bang!

He's displaying the weapons and explosives.

I suggest you strike now.

Stand by.

Sir?

No.

Let it run.

Intends using a drogue with the boat.

What's a drogue, sir?

You tow it behind a boat underwater.

Done. He's moving out of shipment of guns and explosives by first line.

Oh. He's dragging a drogue behind his powerboat, probably dumped at sea at a

fixed point.

But his house is bugged. He's got spooks crawling all over him. And they're

holding back.

You sure?

Yeah.

Okay.

They're definitely off, boss.

Unit Commander.

Total radio silence.

It's like shooting fish in a barrel.

Sir?

Who's in that lodge?

Is that Wycliffe?

What the hell does he think he's doing?

Can't do anything about it. We can't show out.

Nice day for it.

Hold.

Oh,

shit. I've got a clear shot.

Take him.

We have now effectively wrecked a national operation.

Three years' covert surveillance of arms trading to European right -wing groups

down the drain!

Not to mention the death of Durno.

I didn't shoot him.

If you expect me to shed a tear for Durno, sir, forget it.

As for the rest, the authorities chose to keep me in the dark.

They can hardly blame me if I was forced to switch a light on.

You do know we're going to be thrown to the wolves.

I could lose my job over this.

Join the club, sir.

You are now acting Detective Chief Inspector.

Enjoy it, because it's the best it'll ever be.

Where am I going to go, then?

As far away from here as possible, if you've got any sense.

Where are you off to?

I'll grab a couple of days in Paris.

And then we'll see.

Ask her to call me, will you?

It's her husband.

Yeah. It's important, tell her.

As soon as she can, yes.

Thank you.

Paul!

I'm sorry about the guppies, but they're dead now.

Just like me.

It's official. I heard the other news.

All I want you to do is sit and squirm, because by the time I finish with you,

the fear will be running down your trouser legs.

Get down.

Get down.

Now, you know what it's like when someone invades your home, don't you?

Not very sociable, is it?

And you really ought to have a word with your widow about that. Oh, very

vulnerable out here. Plenty of undesirables flossing up.

You see what it is, Mr. Whitcliffe? Up until two weeks ago, You had a good

and me, I had an even better one.

I liked it here. The people are nice and friendly.

I never made a fuss, never bothered anyone.

Just built up a tidy little business. Providing guns to killers and

I've had a government, so don't give me that crap.

All you had to do was to make one social call. That's all, just one.

And then we could have all been accommodated, all lived happily ever

oh no, you had to go and spoil it, didn't you?

Anyway, discussion over.

On your knees.

Kill me.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm going to execute you.

You haven't thought this through.

Oh, don't speak.

Don't even pray.

Just enjoy your trip.