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Lift the bell, sir.

Permission to suggest a game, sir.

We are playing a game, Dexter.

One we can play with you, sir.

What did you have in mind?

Get the door, Dexter!

Please!

Dexter!

Please!

You hide in here, Belen, and we'll spring clean your rugby.

What's up?

He's visiting Bells on Peter's website.

Get him nicked. No.

I'm doing academic research on my behalf.

And if I have time, baby boy, it's yours.

Hey, Lucas, you've got family.

Likewise, after supper he took the cup, and when he had given thanks to thee, he

gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of this.

For this is my blood of the new covenant, which is shed for you.

Go near with faith.

Receive the body of our Lord Jesus Christ, which he gave for you, and his

which he shed for you.

Sunday. I'm sorry, sir. Do I find you at prayer?

I'm not stirring on a Sunday for anything less than murder.

Well, I've got a vicar who's a bit cross. Will that do?

You're all right as me.

You're dead.

Yeah, I was, but... I've come back, baby.

Were you aware, sir, that it's against the law to shoot game on a Sunday?

Yeah. Time to go to the pub now.

OK, where's this stoppy vicar? Behind you.

Are you the fellow in charge?

Around here. It's debatable.

One doesn't expect levity from a policeman where firearms are concerned.

I want to show you something.

13 separate incidents.

13 separate complaints.

And what's been done about it? Sweet Felicity Arkwright.

Last week, at the very point of communion, just because the man's a

star... Have you actually spoken to Mr.

Mackay about this?

Maguire. Richie Maguire.

No. Can't get anywhere near the wretched man. That's why I called you.

Bow down before the midnight addiction.

Absolutely.

Well, I used the word absolutely in a purely private sense, meaning I've no

what you're talking about.

Airplane. The dead.

The addiction.

Same breath.

The iconography of my youth.

Richie, Esme, Franco, Mac.

Fucking tongue, sir.

Members of the band.

Little stars.

Huge stars.

I can't believe you.

You're taking the mickey on? Mm -hmm.

I'm not.

I've always wanted to see someone do that in real life.

Joe, this is Esme Ford.

Oh, my God.

Where do you fit into all this, Joe?

Are you Richard Stewart? Oh, no, no, no, no. I'm staff.

I'm the butler.

Bone, get on the floor to Franco.

Joe, ten minutes, then bring champagne.

Just think till we're clear enough.

More staff?

We're just one big happy family, isn't we?

Ten minutes.

That's a great deal of time to explain what's been happening to me for the last

35 years.

You reckon you can climb over them?

Not with you laughing at me, sir.

I know you're a fan.

You've let the paparazzi in. I won't get my autograph.

Rock and roll.

Who are you?

I can't see that from here.

Can I let you in? Are you pressed?

Worse than that. Police.

Not too sure who let us in. A guy on a scooter, possibly with a remote.

We've come to see Mr.

Maguire. May I hold that for you? No.

I'm afraid he's very busy.

So are we.

But a complaint has been made relating to firearms.

And the word firearms obliges us to be here on our day off.

Take this to Mr. Ritchie and tell him the police would like to speak to him.

if, okay?

Would it be convenient for him?

Look, I don't suppose you've ever heard of Esme Ford?

Get here, man, now.

There's some really weird shit going on.

Hey.

I got a bit of news for you, baby.

Hey, man.

I don't know who the hell you are, but I believe you need a drink.

This is Inspector Lewis. I'm Sergeant Hathaway.

Not many people say cool when we arrive uninvited in their front room.

Well, it's not every day the beautiful Esme Ford comes back from the dead.

Yeah. I'm sorry, but this is amazing. Esme Ford.

God, I used to have your picture on my wall.

I bet I know which one it was. It was when I was wearing a top hat.

Yeah. And no bra.

Yeah.

But it was your voice.

Ah, well, they couldn't take a picture of my voice.

Uh, first instance, sir, we have to address an alleged misuse of firearms on

your property.

Ah, yeah.

That bloody vicar.

Well, I tell you why he's just seriously pissed off. Because I refused to buy

him a new prong for his pretty little shot. So why don't you take a pile of

these and tell him to buy two of them.

And leave me alone so that I can shoot my pigeons.

The law says you can't shoot game on a Sunday, sir.

Well, the law also says that pigeons ain't game.

They're vermin.

And I can kill them round the clock.

God hates pigeons.

Tell him.

Do you know where I got married?

Yeah, for the pictures in the paper.

Nice looking girl.

Where is she?

She ain't here.

Oh.

That's all right then.

The axe man cometh.

Hello, Franco.

What key?

Come on, we used to do this. And quicker than this.

That's not a note.

Everything's a note.

Shaking about somewhere between F sharp and G.

Yeah, but what key?

Switch the throttle on that and we'll settle for G.

The bitch with the pitch.

I preferred the dits to the pits, but I never complained. No, you didn't. No,

you didn't.

Every interview you ever gave, you always labelled me something.

Oh, that's because I never got the shag off you, did I?

Heart with no heart, there's that sheen.

Everything's the band, Franco, but some things, you know?

Girls got to keep a little mystery.

You did that all right.

But then for me to fake children and death just for tax purposes, that really

would be too romantic for words.

I needed a break.

35 years, yeah.

Yeah, that would constitute a break.

Now you want back in.

They're reforming the band.

Look at me, Franco.

I'm old. I'm nearly as old as you, and you're seriously bloody old.

Look, I'm calm.

I'm clean.

I can still sing.

I just cannot do it again before it's too late.

Why not?

Why not?

How about this?

Your discretion would be appreciated.

Which particular aspect of the... The Esme not being dead aspect.

Excuse me? Why, what have you done, you naughty boy?

Vernon Popp.

Unto progressive rock, the godfather.

Slimmer than Marlon Brando, and with better hair. I'm sorry, sir, but do you

have a reservation?

About this place? Deep and long -standing, but somehow one keeps coming

doesn't one?

Bags are in the car.

They were huge.

Everything about them was huge.

Concerts went on for hours.

Richie on the drums and vocals, harmonising with Esme.

Little brother Mac on the bass.

They fought like hell on stage. Real fisticuffs sometimes.

Then Mac went off his rocker.

Brain fried with acid.

Esme flew off to Grenada and drowned herself.

Never did find a body. Now we know why.

But she left a terrible letter apologising for everything, begging

forgive her.

They were lovers.

Who knows?

Kept us guessing.

There was certainly a fantastic chemistry between the two of them on

Mind you, she was pretty fantastic chemistry all on her own, especially in

top half.

Couldn't make the London, you know.

Pigeon may be vermin man, but Richie's still disturbing the peace.

There's a shotgun in an umbrella stand which does not constitute locked and

fixed steel cabinet.

Recreational drugs everywhere.

Why would I want to nick them?

Give me an excuse to come back.

Someone's going to look after your postal life, sir.

It's not the prettiest corpse.

Young man, Caucasian, 15 or 16.

Just about every bone in his body smashed.

Where was he killed?

Not here.

No, his neck.

Tire marks.

On the body, not on the ground around it.

Where are you going?

Home. Half a lake and salt sucker.

Yeah, only woman who can sing a chord.

Paul, how do you say that, man?

Old times, man.

You! Old times.

Hey, there's Kitten.

Hey, honey.

When did you get here?

Come on through, babes.

That's my baby daughter, Kitten.

You'll love her. She's studying music at Oxford.

Music, music.

Real music.

Shock, horror, I've actually written you an essay.

Good heavens, you've written me an essay.

Well, there's a more generously funded faculty I would send for champagne.

As it is, I shall invite you to put the kettle on.

What's that you're listening to, Dr. Williams?

Uh, Great Gates of Kiev, Mussorgsky by way of ELP.

Ah.

Well, that's Keith Anderson on his wall board.

Oh, that's not the sainted Keith.

That's the session man.

Tribute man?

Mm -hmm. Again.

They're excellent.

Well, they ain't the real thing.

Now, let's hear what you've got to say about Bach, J .S.

Yes. Madam, but here in England, it is 10 o 'clock in the morning.

Enter.

John, the man.

We are fast approaching the cocktail hour, madam, and here I am, trouserless,

waiting for you to connect me to your head of marketing.

I'm afraid this is a non -smoking sweet, sir. That is precisely why there is no

ashtray.

Now look what you've done.

The silly Californian tart has hung up on me.

Sit down.

Sit.

I would greatly value your opinion on something.

Look, this has to stop. I've dealt with you.

That was last week.

Are you following me?

Pete.

Answer me, you bloody creep.

Well, that's not very polite.

You have teeth?

We have records and we have a match.

Name is Lucas Emerson.

Died on Saturday night, but don't ask me exactly when.

Exactly when?

Earlier rather than later.

What is that?

Looks like paint. It is paint.

From a car.

Not unless they started painting cars with hammer, right?

Anything from the tyres?

Tyres are standard on about 104 different cars, so that narrows it down

Look at those pacings.

What sort of parent allows their kid to do that?

You're going to wish you'd never asked that.

We're in place of putting an orphanage. It's not an orphanage.

Redcrest Sanctuary is a unique environment in which the dispositions of

can really come of purpose and self -respect, says on the website.

An orphanage has a website?

At what point did you actually acknowledge that Lucas was missing?

I prefer not to comment.

That's very annoying of you, Mr Bell. Why are you saying that?

Well, it's a litigious age, Inspector.

I feel I should have... Yeah, I feel you should have as well.

But it appears you didn't.

Look, everything that happens here, good and bad, belongs to me.

If you've got Lucas and he's been naughty, that's my fault.

Oh, we've got Lucas, Mr Bell.

Now all we need is his next of kin.

Lucas had a grandmother, Maureen Little.

Dad unknown, mother died a junkie, granny disappeared off the radar, but as

happens, granny actually works for a software giant in Slough.

She's never been told she's got a grandson. It's dysfunction junction.

Why did that bloke, Bell, have to be so shifty of him?

The boy who he was directly responsible for went missing and then was found

grotesquely murdered. Doesn't look great on a TV, does it?

The effort of not telling us something was making him sweat.

Hammerite. Sir?

Get Hobson on the phone.

Someone's been scrubbing there.

It's been helpful if you called me in earlier.

I haven't made a connection earlier. Well, I can't be held accountable for

professional deficiencies.

Who's out there?

I want forensics all over that with their little hankies.

Hobson, you're taking forever, man.

It's blood, isn't it? Is it human?

I bet you 50 quid is Lucas's.

It's offering an endurant, Doctor. Bedrock of a happy marriage.

This is where he was killed.

He was climbing up there.

The vehicle ran the gate, knocked him off.

He hit the floor.

The car drove over him again and again to make absolutely sure that he was

The murderer got out, put the body in the car, drove across town and dumped

Why?

What do you want here, Lucas?

What have these old rockers got to do with a boy like you?

We may need to speak to your security people, Mr. McGuire. Run through the

footage. We don't have security. There's no cameras there.

With respect, sir, I counted 15 on the drive.

Empty boxes.

Insurance people put them up.

To your knowledge, sir, was there any disturbance outside the gates of the

estate on Saturday?

Oh, jeez, man.

I mean, the gates are there.

And I'm here.

That's a mile and a half between us.

So, to my knowledge, no.

We'd like to look in your garage, please, sir.

You know what?

I like her, man. I just don't understand why you got to here.

That's all I wanted, man.

Richie has nothing to hide from you, pig.

Then he probably won't object to us admiring his collection of classic

will he, sir?

What did you say your name was again, man?

Louis.

I'm Sebastian Lewis, don't you think?

Found me tricky?

Tricky.

Will my wife folks in and all this when she gets back from New York?

Man, we'll know tricky.

Hey.

Oh, Felipe.

It's cool, man. It's cool.

Now.

Sorry, come.

These gentlemen, okay?

To touch the cars.

Okay to touch.

Cool.

She sent her husband.

Not speaking English.

But he policies the cars.

And does whatever else needs to be done around here.

So you're boots, guys.

Don't have murder weapon for poor Lucas.

Felipe, are any of these vehicles damaged?

I think it's Zeta.

Patron sent to finding things on the back of the sofa. I think it's Zeta. It

I always do.

How fascinating.

Does it work?

Sooner or later.

May I ask you something?

Do you have any idea what's bothering Mr. Maguire?

Apart from having his house searched by the police.

I think... A bit disappointed with your daughter.

She's not particularly pleased to see me.

And Richie always wants everybody to love everybody all the time.

She's cold, sir.

Very. Didn't you know that?

Last year, he made a whole album of songs dedicated to her.

Just him and the piano.

Did it in a week.

First work he'd done for 30 years. Just poured out of him.

I don't remember that.

Recorded, not released.

Somebody who won't own up.

Wiped the tapes.

All those songs are lost.

Richie issued a rather intemperate press release saying that he was going to

find the culprit and kill him.

Would you mind telling me where you were last night?

I was with Bone.

We were screwing.

I wanted to prove to him that he was not forgotten.

Before Richie, you see, there was Bone.

That's how I joined the band.

The sex was never outstanding, as you can imagine, but it was obligatory.

And Richie knew about that?

I don't know. I expect so. Ask him.

So you were with Bone all night?

No, he fell asleep about midnight.

Then I went next door and screwed Frankel.

And that was? To prove to him that he wasn't forgotten either.

Have you ever come across a Luca Thamerton?

Whoever he is, I did not screw him.

Or, if I did, I was not aware of it at the time.

Anything else?

Oh, the cheerful promiscuity of your generation, sir. It quite takes one's

breath away.

Believe this?

One quick question, sir.

The cubby box on your Land Rover.

Uh -huh.

What about it? It contained approximately £20 ,000 in cash, sir.

Oh, yeah.

You seem unsurprised.

Pleasantly surprised. I wonder what I've done with it.

You know that thing when you put a sandwich down and you can't find it?

And you know you haven't finished the bastard.

Excellent.

Oh, there you are.

Yes, ma 'am, you. Thank you.

Warrant.

Needless to say...

So in my experience with you, the needless needs announcing through a loud

hailer.

This must be handled with extreme delicacy.

If the press get it, the chief constable is going to make my life very

disagreeable. And if my life is disagreeable, your life is going to be

screaming hell. What am I saying here, Hathaway?

You're saying it's preferable not to alert the press, ma 'am. Your job is to

shout that in the inspector's ear whenever he seems to be about to do

rash.

Richie Maguire contributes half a million pounds each year to an

which will very probably look after you, Lewis, in your declining years. Now,

that does not protect him from our scrutiny, but it does afford him a

professional courtesy.

So the blood is a match?

Yes, ma 'am.

Well, just remember that this matching blood was found outside Mr Maguire's

front gate, therefore not technically on his property.

The body of this Lucas Emerton was found on the other side of town.

Geography, Lewis, it is a factor. Eh, well...

Does Lucas fit into all this?

He doesn't fit.

Right off to Slough.

Who's off to Slough? You are. Oh, goody.

Grill Granny.

Find out if Lucas contacted her.

I'm going for a wander in the university park.

Richie tells me that's the place to find his little brother.

He's still here?

Not as such.

Things that don't fit all my day.

Is it true you once set fire to your brother Richie when he was unconscious?

Did I?

Bloody brilliant.

You don't remember?

No. I don't remember nothing.

Look.

It's directions.

I've been working in this place six years, man, and I can't remember how to

here.

I wake up in the morning, and there's a pile of dirty clothes on the floor,

and I think, what's that all about, man?

Who's are those?

There's a note in the bog that says, you're a gardener, you

loser.

You still play the bass, man?

I play bass.

Hi, I'm looking for Maureen Little. And you'll be representing which company?

What is that company?

I don't know.

Maureen Little, anyone?

Maureen don't work here no more.

She dissed me.

Why's that?

You don't show for work.

Two days running.

No doctor, no.

Get dismissed.

What about this guy? He's looking for Maureen too.

His name's Lucas Emerton.

Can't park your car there, sir.

That's why you're wrong.

How was Mac?

Damaged.

Severely damaged.

Broke what's left of my heart.

Tell me about Granny.

Well, it turns out that she did indeed work for the mighty J .C .N .B. until

last month when she was sacked for consecutive non -attendance.

So where is she now?

Oh, we don't keep records on me, Neal.

God's sake, they must have got her from somewhere. Well, a nice lady remembers

her house in Abingdon, so I proceed in an orderly fashion to Abingdon, but no,

Granny, that's yours.

Yeah, Lewis.

Say that again?

You're looking for me?

Samantha Wheeler.

Vernon Ox.

I say, is that a sword stick?

One never knows, Dr. Wheeler, when one might be called upon to prevent a

wrongdoing. How splendid.

Well, let's get this kettle on, shall we?

I can think of nothing more agreeable.

Unless it's... A bit of martinis at the Rando.

Seems like a nice place.

Tell me why I have the pleasure of meeting you after years, it must be, of

corresponding by check.

This commission's rather special.

It concerns the addiction.

Again? Seems a bit odd.

I mean, I gave you my all for Beth Dove.

Specifically, Esme Ford.

Aren't you better placed? I just managed the product, Dr. Wheeler.

I thought at the time that it might be...

Prudent not to acquaint myself too intimately with the ingredients.

People are dying.

Going to prison.

My private life is quite exciting enough without all of that.

Anthony's life is extremely well documented.

Your eye for the telling detail, Doctor, renders your sleeve notes quite

invaluable.

Here's something you must take away and listen to.

very carefully, in private.

Sleeve rolled up in a tube round the bicep.

Puncture mark.

Syringe on the deck. Heroin in the pocket. What do you call that?

Call it highly suspect.

So do I.

There weren't any other needle marks.

This man no longer had the habit.

Besides, God's sake, you're hiding a bug to shoot at. What might you do first?

Lock the door. Right. Bit of privacy.

He was murdered, just like Lucas Hamilton was murdered.

Right, let's get agricultural.

That guy came here once.

Certain member of the royal family in his arm.

Bone looked him straight in the eye.

Today's cock, Michael.

Tomorrow's feather duster.

Jack, I went pipe ball screen for the lemon. I never came back.

No.

It didn't do to play the big star when the bone was around.

Made enemy.

Are you kidding?

who ever met him hated him.

I bloody hated him when he was my best friend.

I need air.

You need air.

As a general rule... Mr.

Bond, there is so much going on in London, London, London.

Where? Whereabouts, Hernandez?

Do we know what he was doing in Soho?

He is

selling things.

Memory things of the band.

Photo, autograph.

Little things.

Bone was a nice man, you know. It's a pretty incendiary statement.

Well, everyone else is wrong.

He was kind.

I want to talk to you about your mum.

She's in New York.

Actually, you want to ask me what I think about Edna Ford?

Well, she's a threat.

That's pretty clear.

She comes back into your father's life, everything goes wrong, people get

killed.

What would your mum say?

About Bone.

Three cheers.

That had me.

No idea.

You're not writing that down?

No, it's off the record.

Did you know that Bone had £20 ,000 in cash stashed under the passenger seat of

his Land Rover?

I'm kidding.

He was flogging memorabilia.

That really cheered me up.

What did he do that was so kind?

He baked me a cake.

Can I go now?

Don't.

It's a matter later.

My pride and joy.

All the crap comes out of the house and the farm, down the soil pipes, and this

sweet little baby chops it all up.

Liquidize it.

Pushes her back into Mother Earth.

I love this thing, man.

I could watch it for hours.

If I was still dropping acid, I probably would.

One night to drink.

A lot.

But otherwise, he was clean, man.

He's been clean for years.

I know.

What God took in his arm may or may not be heroin. We'll find out.

But it was designed to kill him.

I think Bone went to that bar because someone said he'd meet him there.

He had a few shandies. Went for a pee.

While he was standing there,

Bit unsteady, maybe.

The guy jumped him, stuck the needle in his arm, and he bundled him into the

cubicle, wrapped the band around his arm, and left him there to die.

Did you kill Bo?

Explain to me why I would do that.

Because he supervised the recording of your solo album, and he copped it up.

Wiped the tape.

I had my idea as to what I was responsible for.

wasn't born.

But if it had been, I wouldn't have killed him for it.

What sort of man do you think I am?

I don't know, Mr. McGuire.

It bothers me.

Hey! You!

You little bastard!

Still making people welcome down the farm?

Fifteen minutes I've been waiting.

And now you come.

Sandwich -less.

What happened to the other boy? The pretty one?

I'm a police officer.

Oh.

You didn't happen to pass a pretty boy a bearing a club sandwich?

May I come in, Mr. Ox?

I know you.

Yeah, darling.

You do.

You're not forgiven, Richie.

For what you did.

What was it I did, Mac?

I can't remember.

You are not forgiven.

You managed the band throughout its entire career?

Yes. And now you? And now I what?

What did you do now for her to make a living?

We've just established that I managed the third best -selling group in the

history of British rock.

It would be a pretty poor show if I was now obliged to make a living.

What do you want?

I want to know what went wrong between the brothers Maguire.

Mac wrote a song called Counterculture Blues.

Surprised? Well, it's credited to Ritchie. Indeed it is.

Unfortunately for the luckless Mac, at the time of composition, he was out of

his tiny mind on mandis, mandrax, the relaxant du jour, popping them like

smarties. Curious situation.

He didn't even know he'd written the song.

Ritchie did.

Copped it and put his name to it. Royalty.

Forfeited. Throughout the universe in perpetuity.

Millions, my dear.

Millions. The anthem of a generation.

Gone like smoke through the keyhole.

Wind -out addiction over at the park. Digitally remastered. Sleeve notes by

Wheeler. Who's he?

She is the internationally acknowledged expert on 14th century secular

polyphony. But she has a dirty little secret.

She's crazy about the band.

She knows every damn last detail about everything they ever did.

Sad for one of her standing, but jolly useful.

It's the only thing about you that is sharp.

I don't know what I'm doing here.

Where's Kitten?

Kitten here remembers.

She's at a university, man.

A student.

A university student, man.

I think I'm in tune now.

Let's play, huh?

The bit where you tell me the truth.

If you lie to me now, you'll regret it.

Have I lied to you?

You've been highly selective with what you say and don't say.

You give the impression you just materialize here.

What should I have said?

That you were delivered to the farm gates by Vernon Ox.

Materializing was good showbiz.

People were impressed.

Thirty -five years ago, the band was enthralled to me.

I was the enchantment that held us together, made us stars.

Think of that girl in the top hat, Lewis.

And look at what I am now.

If I'm going to do any enchanting these days, I'll need all the magic I can get.

Now, Vernon may be a sad, fat old lech, but he's not got a bit of fairy dust up

his sleeve.

If it looked like the band was going to...

Get back on its feet that everybody was going to be in the vibe.

Then I'd trundle Vernon out of the wings.

That was the plan.

I saw you play in Newcastle City Hall.

I might have met my wife.

Is that a trick question?

Did we play Newcastle?

You did.

Are we good?

Better than good.

We could be again.

if one of you is a murderer.

If you want to talk to me, you're going to have to wait.

I'm

Constance Fresh.

You know that. It's written on the door.

That poor girl.

She was close to Dr. Wheeler.

We're all of us close to our undergraduates here.

Music is an intimate discipline.

Quite. If you don't mind me saying, I think Kitten ought to be allowed to

home.

Surely she could be interviewed there rather than have to sit in a room next

door to where her tutor was asphyxiated.

No, I agree with you.

Would you escort this young lady back to her room?

I'll be along to talk to you shortly.

Can I borrow you a minute?

all right dr willie's computer is as she left it neither of us can touch it but

could you tell just by looking at the screen what it is she might have been

listening to is it rock no

it doesn't fit the sound of an amplified band that would be all over the place

i'd say she was listening to a single instrument guitar no something

more Constrained.

Somebody constraining themselves to within a particular range of an

capability, say, sticking to within a couple of octaves.

That would also tick the bell.

Doctor, we don't have any unusual visitors recently.

Apart from Vernon Ox.

We had a business

arrangement.

But until yesterday, I'd never actually met the lady.

Threatful.

Threatful.

Forgive me, sir, can anybody confirm that you spent the whole of yesterday

afternoon here in the hotel?

Two people.

The barman and the beauteous bellhop. But I don't know either of their names,

alas. And you came looking for Dr. Wheeler to offer another job?

Yes.

Are you going to tell me what?

Do I have to?

On the whole, sir, yeah, you do.

Can you keep a secret?

Possibly.

Maybe. Couldn't promise.

I wanted her to prepare some materials on Esme Ford.

For God's sake, tell me you've heard of Esme Ford.

I know the person you mean.

And you may be astonished to learn that she isn't dead.

My understanding was she committed suicide.

Pizza theatre.

I stage -managed the whole bloody thing.

Esme didn't die in the Caribbean.

She wrote the famous letter dictated by me on the balcony of her hotel room

overlooking the bay at St. George.

She got into a private aeroplane and she flew to Venezuela with me.

Now she's poised to spring again, panther -like, onto the world of rock

roll and devour it.

And those who survived are set to make a great deal of money.

Some of them.

Those who remained faithful.

May I ask you, sir, have you recently come into contact with a person widely

known as The Bone?

God, is he still going?

No, sir. He too has been murdered.

Who did this?

That's what we're trying to establish, ma 'am.

The death of... I'm not talking about death. I'm talking about the press.

The Chief Constable is endeavouring to present rural Oxfordshire as a haven of

respectability and safety, and this, Lewis, is not what is required.

What was that?

I didn't speak, ma 'am. You didn't.

And I heard you not doing it.

Who is that Rich has got his arms round?

Unknown family friend.

I think it's an unknown friend of the family, ma 'am.

Out, both of you.

I want frolicking bloody bar lambs on the front page of my newspaper.

See to it.

Ma 'am.

I made a considerable effort just now not to show how angry I am. Yes, sir, it

shows.

Three dead bodies, she gets a gusset and a bind about PR.

Our rulers live in a different country.

Why are we keeping Esme in the rats? What's to be going from that?

It's time to think.

It's place to work.

The press has a spasm because some old techie who worked for the band 30 years

ago spies on the bog.

Imagine what will happen when they find out about Esme.

Right.

Samantha Wheeler, closet aficionado of the band, garroted with a length of

Lucas, Bone, and Samantha, what's the connection?

The band.

I think it is, but how?

Followering bloody Barland.

You got a minute, Peter?

Actually, no, I haven't.

I gather you're reading classics.

He'll appreciate the concept of the rhetorical question.

Yeah, let's go to your place.

Do you play, or do you just collect this stuff?

Okay, I have a lecture to go to, actually. No, you've been to a lecture

you've just got back.

Let's not get off on the wrong foot with you telling me things that aren't true.

You're blackmailing Kit McGuire. Tell me about that.

Who?

She won't tell me what it is you've got on her.

I think she's frightened of you. Okay, I want a lawyer.

I'm sure you do, but I forgot to bring one.

All of this stuff is paid for by Kitten.

She's lying.

Is she?

I haven't told you what she said yet.

You're a policeman, and you're not actually allowed in college premises

the permission of the master or his appointed representative. And you are

Woodrow.

I want you to know that I know, and I want you to know that I'm going to have

you.

Doctor has found this in a wheelie bin down the road from the faculty.

They're good boys.

Very thorough.

What's on it? Frisian skin, which is what one might expect.

But there's also a very small quantity of leather.

One doesn't play the lute wearing gloves.

With garrottings, one must expect gloves. The garrotter doesn't want to

their hands on a murder weapon.

I have three killings, Doctor, and they're all connected.

Yeah, I think they are. And I'll tell you something else about your murderer.

or she is very fastidious.

Kill the first one with a car, second one with a needle, and strangle the

whilst wearing dinky little gloves.

Doesn't like the contact.

Well, it doesn't shy away from the brutal deed.

It doesn't like the touch.

Well, the killer silences Lucas.

That's not enough.

The phone has to be got rid of, too.

And the killer thinks, blimey, there's someone else I have to keep quiet.

And there was.

Samantha Wheeler.

What's the secret here, Laura?

I've been trying to imagine three more utterly different people. How did they

all know they're so threatening?

And who else knows?

There's a rat.

Yeah.

Someone's been in contact with the press.

And we must assume they still are.

Where's Esme?

Were you aware, sir, that at the time I'd before joined the band, that she was

Bone's lover?

Were you aware that the Bone had two false teeth right at the front?

That's because when I found out in 1969, I punched him in the mouth.

We didn't discuss the matter further. Not necessary.

Anything else while we're gazing into each other's eyes?

Just before he disappeared, Esme Ford wrote you a letter.

You don't say.

Do you still have it?

Spider, spider, spider, spider.

Don't touch it. It ran across my hand. It was ginormous.

Tarantula? No, it was in the box.

There's nothing more.

It is migale.

Spider, like this. It can eat birds.

God almighty.

Felipe, he will catch. Is this okay?

Precisely what is going on here?

Caroline.

Baby.

How was New York?

You've been to New York, haven't you, Richie?

It was like that.

Who's this?

This is the police.

Police? This is my wife.

It's all go since I've been away.

When did you arrive back, Mum?

I don't know. Does it matter?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Which flight am I need to check?

I never went to New York.

I was staying at the Randolph, where, as you discover when you check, I was

obliged to keep an even lower profile than I'd planned because that cretin ox

was there holding court.

Go on.

I wanted to give Richie the necessary space.

I can always tell when he's building up to an affair.

I never know who, but I always know when.

And I just prefer not to be around when it's actually happening.

He never lasts long.

He's like a dog, really.

He needs exercising.

Now, oh dear.

You've gone all po -faced.

Tolerance of infidelity isn't that shocking, is it?

Why tell him you'd gone all the way to New York?

To make him feel safe.

That way it might be over even quicker.

Why did you decide that now was the right time to come back?

The idea of reforming the band, Richie flailing up and down the motorway in

stupid truck for the next five years, that...

I really don't want. No, the Ford woman will have to go.

I can get you more.

Yeah.

Oh, Felipe.

Is there anybody through there?

Anybody there?

Okay, fine.

Whereabouts is the spider?

The... Owen?

How big?

Oh, Jesus.

I doubt I'm taking the custody on you, do I?

Hope it's not indigenous to Oxfordshire. Chief Constable wouldn't like that.

I want to love this particular creature. Come some Venezuela.

I'll get someone to interview it other than me.

Arachnophobe, Hathaway. Card -carrying, sir.

So was Joel Ray. But who knew that?

Yet another thing we need to find out.

Any news from the shop?

Nice email from Reverend Armstrong, hoping that whatever's going on down

will pay to all the banging on a Sunday morning. Oh, and Kitten is being

blackmailed. What?

Fellow student, Peter Woodrow.

Blackmailed about what?

Well, she's not saying, but she's obviously paying up with money from her

godfather. Bone.

Selling the family silver to bail her out.

What is that?

Sculpture? You know nothing about life in the country, do you? It's a

masquerader. It stinks. What does it do?

You don't want to know.

So, what about this student?

Peter Woodrow. I felt his collar and he squealed for mummy. Very distasteful

piece of work. Even the sound of his voice makes him look like a dry flap.

Idiot!

I just

turned

the power back on, by the way.

This is your one chance to be treated leniently.

I know nothing about the spider.

This is Ratman. No, this is my superior officer, Inspector Lewis.

Hello, Peter.

Let's talk about this kitten business, come. Oh, for God's sake.

She just wasn't coming over with the cash quickly enough, was she?

So you decided to put the fright net on her. Who's that rager?

It's not a rager.

that Kitten didn't send the bone round to you with a bloody great hammer.

Now, listen, it's in your best interest to tell me politely what you did.

I can't hear you, Peter.

Kitten took me to the farm one night.

She'd had some mushrooms, OK? She had some mushrooms.

I didn't. I wanted to stay straight, make sure she would be OK.

She took me to the studio.

Richie... had been recording these songs.

He didn't think she knew.

She knew.

She was so stoned.

She wiped the master. The whole album was gone.

Straight away, she wanted to wake Richard and tell him.

And I admired her for that.

You're a hell of a guy.

But I persuaded her not to.

You saw a business opportunity.

What I saw, okay, was Richie go bloody postal the next morning.

Yeah?

Terrifying.

Hey, I've done what you asked.

Told you what happened.

You're in school, Peter.

You can't put your hand up for nicking sweets and expect a pat on the back for

owning up.

So off goes Lucas to Slough.

In search of his gran.

But, unfortunately, she doesn't work for JCNB anymore.

Dead end.

But there's a cleaner who remembers Gran's address.

So, Lucas calls around. What does he see?

Declan?

I don't know the answer to this, but you're going to have to help me.

Find someone else.

Did Lucas describe this other person at all?

He opened the door a millimetre, tells Lucas he's got the wrong place, no woman

here. But he's lying.

Lucas isn't stupid.

He thinks, this man's hiding my grandmother.

So what does he do?

What would you do?

Say sorry and leave, and then I'd take him out in a minute. He'd have to have

her be in. Or follow him, thinking, You're keeping Granny somewhere else.

Is that what Lucas was going to do?

We're going to nail the guy who killed your friend.

Okay.

I give you my word.

You know what I'm doing?

Trying to think like more.

Does that mean we're going to the pub?

Lucas.

Bone?

Samantha. Richie.

Could he have killed Lucas?

Yes. Lucas might have been Richie's son.

Why would he have killed him?

Don't know.

Could he have killed Bone?

Yes.

Why would he?

Every reason not to.

I don't know very much whether he'd have killed Samantha because he was still

under quarantine without helping the farm.

I say still in the frame.

Me too.

Franco.

Could he have killed Lucas? Yes.

Why?

Don't know.

Bone, yeah?

Why? He hates Bone.

Franco hates everybody.

Felipe.

Mr. Up for grabs.

I suspect he was making too much money out of people that want them dead.

Joe. You think she might have sent the spider to herself?

It occurred to me, yeah.

Let's come back to here.

Max. Now, this is the man carrying around the most appalling secret.

But I don't know what it is.

Unfortunately, I don't think he does either.

Kitten. More secrets.

Who was that?

That was Vernon.

Vernon's gone.

Better not have done.

I've yet to have the pleasure.

This is not an aid to my digestion.

The quicker you answer our questions, the sooner we leave.

What has Matt got to hide?

One really doesn't know.

What are the halcyon days of rock and roll excess?

They're all at it like scissors on heat.

Except some of us did our scissoring elsewhere to maintain our authority.

Always?

There was the one.

Franco? A bit pruney -looking nowadays, isn't he?

And so bitter.

He was such a pretty boy.

Delicious.

Oh, come, come, come.

You can exchange silent looks of disapproval to your heart's content. I

care less.

The addiction is mine. I put the band together.

I named it. I bought the clothes.

I bought the deals.

The band was my creation, and it remains mine.

I'm the Baron, and it's my monster.

At my touch, it shall live again, and do my bidding.

Et blood, et cetera.

If anyone doesn't like the idea, they'd be advised to stand well aside.

Because I'm coming through.

See that?

To me, it does not sound like face -meltingly awesome blues -based prog

Sounds more like status quo whinging about the biscuits in the old people's

homes.

You're getting this.

Gee, for God's sake, go and get Franco back.

This is it. Tonight.

If this is as good as it gets, well, we all go our separate ways. Finish.

Solo career, here I come.

Caroline would have me halfway back to Venezuela by now if she hadn't asked me

to stay.

If we told you you could leave now, where would you go?

Lancaster. That's a very definite and rather unexpected answer.

I had the best time in Lancaster.

University. I read sociology.

There was a bar on the campus that I was picked up by Boone.

What year was that?

Sixty -five.

Lifetime ago.

Where's Kitten?

She's in her room. She's safe.

Good.

I want her to be safe.

Why, Mac? Why does kitten matter to you so much?

Because she's my daughter.

I mean, to allow oneself to be impregnated by Mac McGuire could be

as youthful indiscretion.

To keep the child.

That speaks of a... deep... rooted confidence, I now

cannot recognize in myself at all.

Father's junkie, that's okay.

Swap him for his big brother.

Raise the child with him instead. It'll work out.

Does she know?

All this truth in circulation.

I should probably find out.

Best if I let her know myself, I think.

Poor Mac.

He never cared about counterculture blues.

But Richie relieving him of his baby, that was hard to take.

That's what...

I tipped him over the edge.

And Richie knows it.

That's why he's so crippled with guilt.

Any idea who sent that spider to Joe Ray's?

I did.

I thought she was having an affair with Richie.

Dr. Frisch, she said yes. To what?

Email I sent her asking whether the pattern on Samantha Wheeler's computer

have been made by an unaccompanied female voice.

Well, that is interesting.

Lancaster University.

Ha! Sir?

Look it up on that doodah of yours now. I bet you 50 qu... Who's that?

He should have come in.

Complexion for the connection.

Might never get out.

I don't like people up for being black.

An idea, mate.

Funny man, yeah?

I have no sense of humour.

Everybody knows that.

These trainers for me?

Thank you, Declan.

Lucas and some secret shit.

Some of this he's had since he was a baby, yeah?

Came with him, as it were.

Didn't know what it meant, but he hung on to it just in case.

He'd have made a good policeman.

It's not your fault that he's dead, Declan.

It's really important that you understand that.

Helped me more than anybody else.

Anybody.

I've just seen Esme Ford talking to the custody sergeant. Correct, ma 'am. I

asked Uniform to bring her in for questioning.

In my world, not hers.

Nobody told me she was not dead.

No, ma 'am, it's all been a bit confusing.

The good news is we've apprehended the man that was in contact with the press.

Chauffeur, ma 'am.

Esme Ford returning from the dead is quite a big story, Hathaway.

Yes, ma 'am, and so far we've been successful in keeping it from the media.

New notes.

What do you mean, new notes?

What am I looking at? Show me. The Isle of Wight Festival, ma 'am.

1968, backing singers.

These girls.

Why am I looking at two Esme Fords?

Exactly what I intend to ask her, ma 'am.

Maybe sometime soon, do you think, that you'll condescend to interview your

detainee?

Before the duties list are lodged with a formal complaint?

One moment, Mum.

All she's done since I got her in is make one phone call with a Randolph.

Who'd she speak to?

If it is Esme's voice on that disc, I want to hear it.

By whatever means.

The hotel switchboard cannot divulge that information.

They'll find they bloody well can if I go round there.

Not necessary.

I know who it was.

Oh, God.

I get so worried when you do this inscrutable thing.

I don't know why she made the call.

So what are you actually going to do, Lewis, now?

Now, Mum, I'm going to think.

You're going to think?

Yeah, Mum.

As a means of solving crime, it can prove useful.

Sorry, I forgot my... You carry on.

Well, he just handed it over. Well, he might have done. Had he been there?

Let's hear it.

I said, baby, why'd you have to go and leave me that way?

Hard times, oh, baby. These are hard times.

Hard times.

Hallelujah.

That's not Edmy Ford.

Tell me about...

Life on campus back in 65. I'm curious.

For the tape, please.

For the tape, I'm not disposed to talk about life on campus.

Oh, I'm not surprised.

Because in 1965, there was no campus.

They were still building it.

Until 66, the only hall of residence was the old Waring and Gillows Furniture

Factory.

For the tape...

Miss Ford is exchanging an anxious look with a solicitor.

But you yourself never went to Lancaster, did you?

Because you were a new note.

Stop there a minute. No, let's not.

The new notes were an all -girl backing group led by Esme Ford, then an

undergraduate at Lancaster.

But also in the outfit was her little sister, Maureen. I'm afraid I must

that we stop. You're going to have a whole bonanza of insisting when I've

finished.

Look.

You are.

Right there.

I needed a magnifying glass to pick you out, Maureen.

But take it from me, that is you.

Right next to Esme.

I just listened to that demo that you made for Vernon.

And I heard the same thing that Samantha Wheeler heard when she listened to it.

The voice of someone working very hard to sound like Esme Ford.

Now, for the first time, I really am insulted. Dr.

Wheeler told Vernon, she said, either you're being conned, Mr. Ox, or you're

trying to con me.

Say something. Which was not at all what Vernon wanted to hear.

So he went round and he silenced her.

Just as he silenced the bone.

Because the bone had also sucked you, hadn't he?

He kissed you, he touched you.

You just didn't feel like your sister.

Eh, Maureen?

Isn't that right?

But the person who really worried you was Franco, dear.

You had to phone Vernon and tell him that you'd really blundered there. Why

hadn't he warned you?

And that's before we've even started on the subject of Lucas.

Now, just listen to me, will you, Lewis?

I haven't the faintest bloody idea what you're talking about.

The notion of Vernon going round slaughtering people is just so

stupid, as big as belief.

Yes, we had a business plan, and yes, it was a little bit deceitful,

but Christ's sakes, what have I ever had in my life?

A daughter.

She died.

She was a junkie.

She left me, she lived in the streets, and she died.

She died in childbirth.

To give birth in a shop doorway.

The child was taken into care.

Lucas was your grandson, Maureen.

Came looking for you to tell you.

And Vernon killed him, too.

Will you turn ahead at 10 .15?

Don't say it.

I won't, Martin.

But he's a bloody genius.

Go to the farm, then.

The whole world, my dears.

You think the addiction was once a phenomenon.

This time round, we're going to take the entire planet and put it in our pocket.

Whose pocket, Vernon?

Ours. For we shall all be wearing the same coat.

Won't you get a bit sweaty in that?

Who's we? The band.

And its deserving dependents.

Those whom we love.

You are a funny bastard, Vernon.

One strives to please.

Let's walk.

Walk? Yeah, you remember walking, Vernon.

That's how ordinary people move around the surface of the earth.

What's the matter with you, Hathaway? You're driving like a little old woman.

Time was you to call over a broken glass to exchange a few fluids with me.

Those of yesteryear, darling.

Where have they gone? Yeah, yeah, whatever.

Lifetime in the closet for me, man.

It's required a bit of stamina.

The truth is I've given up on sex.

No, the truth is sex has given up on me.

The hydraulic's a shot.

That's alcohol.

Jill.

My dear.

What red did you use?

Which makes me a non -functioning queer.

Your girl.

She got it seriously wrong trying to shag me.

See, Esme tried it once.

The second fancies were memorable. She would not have forgotten.

I could have blown the whistle on you, and I didn't.

I was... Oh, what was I, Bernie? What's the word?

Intrigued?

What are we drinking, Phil?

Impotent?

Don't be convivial, Vern, but this is shit.

I thought you were this big -time connoisseur.

You were the one.

You know, when twittering girls tell each other, he's the one.

You were the one.

That's why I kept you secret all these years.

And now, this.

Such a waste.

The rather odd note in the Armagnac is preludin. Do you remember that?

Preludin. It's what would -be priapics used to take before Viagra. I thought it

might be rather nostalgic for you, with the added bonus that you might actually

die with a hard -on.

Yes. The downside of preludin is that it does tend to make one feel rather

wobbly.

Now that is shit.

Vernon Ox, where is he?

Stay in the house.

Oh, fuck!

God, Joey, he has something awful.

Frankie was pouring into the machine. He's incredibly drunk, and he can't get

out.

Jimmy.

You're in prison for the rest of your life, Fox.

But before you do, you're going to buy me a new bloody suit.

Is that necessary?

You lost the right to have an opinion about anything the moment you drove your

car over that boy.

No.

Easy, baby.

Gun on the deck.

Hands in the air.

Sorry if you got some of that.

But it had to be done.

Right.

That's enough.

It means dead.

Yeah.

It's been dead a long time, Richie.

Would

you

see this gift to Richie McGuire?

Give it to my sister.

She... She sent it to me the night she killed herself.

How's the food?

The food?

You live in the... You

live in the... In the college.

Yeah, I do.

So how's the food?

It's okay, thanks.

How...

How's things with you?

Mustn't grumble.

Yes, I am.

I'm a simple soul, chaps. Try not to blind me with science.

Verna Knox was grooming Maureen Little to become like her sister Esme, to walk

like her and talk like her.

She seemed very alike, but not quite.

Before he could get the whole con rolling, he had to get the endorsement

or two people he thought were essential.

Samantha Wheeler.

But she's not a rat.

Vernon couldn't have her walking around saying it was a fake.

And Bone wasn't buying it either.

What about the first murder?

The boy, Lucas?

Well, Lucas didn't fit in with the plot at all.

The whole scam is predicated on the fact that Maureen's life was empty. To have

Vernon take control of it might have been a bad thing, but at least it was

something, giving her life some purpose and reason.

Not as much as finding out she had a real grandchild.

Well, whatever.

Ox was peddling by way of a fantasy.

I couldn't start to compare with that.

I just had to go.

Still, I was happy I got a glimpse of the rock and roll life.

It's educational.

I know what it feels like to be Britney Spears.

Will it stop you dressing like her on your days off?

Probably not.

It's another thing I shall need counselling for.

I spent all afternoon in a lake of crap with knives in it, saving your presence,

Doctor. I haven't even begun on the matter of compensation.

Would you settle out of court for a pint?

What do you think I am?

Thirsty? Two pints.

Done.

Do you agree?

Oh, pull yourself together, Lewis.

You're only young once, and that was a long time ago.

I'll buy you a drink. You can bang on about how perfect everything was in your

day.

And I say, buy you a drink.

I should point out that I don't actually have any cash.