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It's five and twenty past.

Adkins, am I in the habit of being late for a sitting?

No, my lord.

And is it not customly for the judge to be the last to arrive?

Yes, my lord.

I was merely wanting to point out that you're

meeting Miss Sarah from the train at Malibu.

And an early start might well... Think I get the point, Adkins.

Very well.

Let battle commence.

Thanks again for coming down for the weekend.

It was very sweet of you.

I'm sure there must have been hundreds of things you'd rather have done.

Oh, don't be silly, Sarah.

Besides, if I'm to be matron of honor at your wedding next

Saturday, the very least I could do was meet the groom.

And you know, it's simply years since I last saw the judge.

Idiot!

Sorry about that.

That's okay.

Listen, this business and wedding with the boys went up long.

You sure I can't give you a lift to London?

No, it's okay.

I've got to get this train.

Dad is meeting me at the other end and giving

me lunch before I go to the sailor's carriage.

Okay, what you buying?

Linen and things.

Linen?

Bed Linen.

Ah.

Mustache, Harriet or Mrs. Train.

Okay, bye.

See you next Friday.

See you Friday.

Weddings.

London return, please.

First class.

Could you make that first class?

I don't think there's any need to detain you, my lord.

If perhaps I could have a very brief and informal statement.

No, you may not.

Make pardon, my lord?

You may not have a statement until the chief's superintendent's spikings gets here.

And personally takes charge of this case.

Sorry, sir, I don't quite follow.

Then let me spell it out for you, Inspector Wilson.

And as I get spikings here, I'm bloody fast.

I'll find the chief const...

Spikings.

It seems a long time since Malaya, sir.

Yes.

A lot of water under the bridge.

Out of one jungle into another.

Yes, sir.

Yes.

You saved my life, then, spikings.

Yes?

Yes, you did.

I need to ask one more thing of you.

Find my daughter's killer.

Sir, well, I wish you a weekend with the judge in his door.

That was fine.

I just wish I hadn't agreed to be met in a Vona.

You want some?

No thanks, sir.

I had breakfast at the normal time.

Hey, we get that coffee over here.

I wish you wouldn't do that.

The service here, it's like low to no.

I'd like my coffee with this me.

Do you do me a favor?

What?

I want you to write down something for me.

What do you want me to write?

Four adjectives describing your ideal vacation.

What's wrong?

Just do it.

Why?

Come on, we're just doin'.

Four adjectives describing your ideal vacation.

Hey, those beans get here from Columbia yet.

Coffee, perfect for?

How you doin'?

I've done.

Now what?

Let me see.

No.

Come on, will ya?

Let me see what you wrote.

No, I won't.

You gotta let me see.

Come on, let me see what you wrote.

I don't trust you.

Let me see.

What's the purpose of this?

Well, I busted a shrink once.

He told me that these four adjectives tell you how a person really feels about sex.

Make peace.

You're disgusting.

Me, I didn't write those words.

No calls to this office for the next 15 minutes.

Right.

If everybody is sitting comfortably, I'll begin.

Earlier today, a young woman was raped.

During the course of the rape, there was a struggle.

And the young woman suffered multiple stab wounds, from which she has since died.

The preliminary medical examination puts the time of death at approximately 1,120.

The incident occurred in a first-class

compartment of the train from Banbury to Malvern.

And the time of death indicates that the attack took

place somewhere between Bister and High Wickham.

The assailant could have left the train at any point during the journey.

Or, if he had the courage, who'd have waited till he got to Malvern.

A train worker opened the door, and the body of the young woman fell onto

the platform in front of her father, who was waiting for the train.

He's an old friend of mine as it happens, Solional Hackett.

Two hours ago, I received a telephone call from the home secretary.

Solional insists that this department handle the bulk of the investigation.

There are no witnesses, no fingerprints, and no other

information, until the nortopsies have been carried out.

Coroner's inquest is going on at the moment.

But the bloody hell is going on!

Put me through to the Chief Constable, would you, please?

Solional Hackett.

Thank you.

Oh, hello, Douglas.

Yes, yes, thank you.

Yes, it is my great loss, my most bitter tragedy.

Douglas, I want to ask a great favor of you, and as a father of daughters

yourself, I'm sure you understand why I'm asking you.

I'm okay, really.

Look, if you don't want to get involved in this case, I understand.

What do you mean?

Well, if we're going to get involved in this,

you've got to forget that you're new, Sarah Hackett.

You've got to think like a cop, not like a woman, Dempsey.

I think it's time you and me had a swift chat, don't you?

Ten minutes, okay?

Make it five.

Don't look a friend.

You've got to stand back and forget that you was your friend.

Can you do it?

Yeah.

Tell the person.

Coronavirus.

Sounds nobody but panic.

My gings.

He did what?

Why?

Should I have a word with him?

I can't say I'd blame him, but it doesn't make it any easier.

Okay.

Trouble?

His lordship was bent with cheap constables here, who's

got on to the Coronavirus, who's put up on the autopsy.

What?

The old man doesn't want to got that anymore.

We must just hope that the forensic rice can get the

info we need from the carriage and from her clothes.

God knows we've got a little enough else to go on.

Get on to them, will you?

See what they're doing.

You remember anything?

When you dropped her off at the station?

No, I just drove up.

She got out of the car.

I offered to drive her to town, but she said she had to meet her father,

and I drove off.

Do you know what she told me over breakfast this morning?

She said that the biggest worry was her

wedding night, because she was still a virgin.

I try and remember, when you dropped off at the station, would you see anybody here?

Run it back in your mind, visualize it.

Don't see.

Don't give me that police cadet, crap.

Round face.

Sort of chubby.

It's close, not quite right.

Stosh.

He had a thickness stosh.

Chas, call the editor of the standard, ask him to hold

the final edition front page until we get a photo to him.

He's 3.15 now.

He'll hold it all four, but he won't like it.

Tell him if he runs it before we get the stuff to him,

I'll push that photo fit where a photo fit doesn't fit.

Lasses.

He wore squared glasses.

That's him.

He's near as done with that's him.

Right Chas, get 200 copies of that run off of the double.

We've got a face.

God knows who, but we've got a face.

Look at the state.

Have you been driving the car like that?

I'm all right, don't you start.

One of these days you're going to kill someone, driving like that.

If your father was alive, he'd not something to you.

Of a man they would like to interview in connection

with a murder that took place to hurt you.

I thought, what are you doing?

Leave it.

Leave it, leave it, leave it.

It's nothing to do with me.

That picture, that picture was a view.

Sarah Hackett, the daughter of Salino Hackett, the high court judge.

Who's today rich?

Not contently.

Supposedly as if you bloody won't kill someone.

And the judge's daughter too?

He knows you.

He employed your father for years.

You're not ready to do it.

I've always known you're not ready to do it.

Shut up!

Just shut up when you and didn't do it.

Mum?

Mum?

Mum?

Finally, we leave you with the artist's impression we showed you earlier.

The man released her anxious to introduce

the connection of a murder of Sarah Hackett.

Harriet, my dear, come in.

Sir, not late.

I'm sorry.

I don't don't say anything.

It's too soon to say anything.

This is Lieutenant Dempsey.

He's on loan to us from New York.

We work together.

How do you do, Lieutenant?

Evening, Judge.

Are you involved in this?

Gordon Spikings is our senior officer.

I thought you knew.

Never had no idea.

And you're American, eh?

Sure am.

But haven't.

There

was any chance of...

The autopsy, Judge.

We need your permission.

No autopsy.

I went alone.

I don't want anyone else near my daughter.

Judge, you don't seem to realize you're tying our hands here.

Don't tell me what I realized, Lieutenant.

I've spent a lifetime with criminals.

Judged them, defended them, prosecuted them.

My daughter's been raped.

She put up a fight and she's been stabbed to death

with the weapon that was intended to make her submit.

Must be witnesses?

Spikles?

Overclothes?

Somewhere in that...

Revotive change events.

It's your job to find him.

But you'll find him without putting any more knives to my daughter.

Sir Lionel, when I, erm, dropped Sarah off this

morning, there was a man going into the station.

He may not even have got him to the same train.

But at present, it's all we have to go on.

Do you recognize him, sir?

We think he's a local man.

No, I'm afraid I didn't.

Okay, can I, can I keep this?

Yes, of course.

I think we ought to be going.

You want to talk, sir, Lionel, you know where we are.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Bye, Judge.

Just, uh, luck.

Same minutes to not be off time as some Charlie goes by with no license.

Evening, Judge.

Goodbye, Judge.

When you know a high court judge personally, then it's possible,

just possible, to address him as sir, whoever he is.

When you don't know him from Adam, it's more usual to address him as my lord.

My lord, my hair, you brits in your protocol, you know.

Sometimes your insensitive behavior makes working with you unbearable.

Oh, yeah, well, let me tell you something, sister.

Never mind.

Never mind.

Who is it?

Who does he think he's anyway?

My lord should know how much information you can get off a corpse.

She's her father.

That's who he is.

She was getting married next Saturday.

She was going to London to buy bed linen.

And she was my best friend.

For God's sake, why can't you understand that you stupid bastard?

Evening, Sarge, taken through, Colin.

For your time, that one will.

I trust you've got nothing on tonight.

As it happens, I have Sarge.

Could I make a quick call?

Why, is it a long job?

Well, he's a bit on the cusp.

A bit iffy, if you're not.

I mean, we might have to get the dog in for a blood test.

And you've got something lined up, right?

Yeah.

I'm all set with that bird from the guest showrooms.

By the time I get through here, I should have called off.

Where's matey come from?

He's local.

He's got a school with my older brother.

He's a bit, um... you know.

Chairs, the names and addresses of all those people on the train.

How many have we got so far?

Two hundred and fourteen, sir.

And how many have been cleared?

No, they've spread around all over the home counties, but they're a response so

far, particularly from the TV has been terrific.

Trouble is, we're not known how complete the passenger

list is until we get the figures from British Rail.

And even they won't be totally accurate.

Why is that?

Well, if some of the passengers bought tickets from the travel agent,

British Rail won't know until the agent sends in their monster return.

Oh, no, thanks, Scott.

And a proportion of the passengers may have season tickets.

No way to tell them whether they travel to or not.

British Rail have got a record of all season ticket holders?

Yeah, but most of those season ticket holders travel in the rush hour,

two and from work.

There'd be thousands of them.

Get them.

What, all of them?

All of them.

You could just sign there for me.

Thank you, sir.

And that there is your blood sample, which you're

quite at liberty to have analysed privately.

However, if you could just also sign this one for me.

Thank you.

Now, I'm afraid we're going to have to keep your car in the car park tonight,

but you can come back for it in the morning.

Why is that?

Because you're still over the legal limits, sir.

That's why.

But these officers can run your home.

Oh, no, that's all right.

I'll get the bus.

It says you'll get the bus, sir.

Give us a break.

I'll get the bus.

Your evening of unadulterated lust is quite blown away, Constable.

So be a good chap and drive Mr. Bates home.

Okay.

Okay, so you're convinced the guy was a lot?

I'm not convinced about anything.

It's not beyond the ban as a possibility that he was no stranger to Sarah.

Sarah was a local girl.

Good evening.

Can I help?

Good evening.

Detective Sergeant made peace.

We're working on this morning's murder case.

Oh, yes, Sarah Hackett.

We're expecting a foot of it sometime this evening of a suspect.

I got him right here.

He's not exactly a suspect.

He's the only positive idea we have of somebody who is on the railway station.

We don't know for sure if he was on that train.

This is my partner Lieutenant Dempsey from New York.

I use the term loosely.

Yes, well, I can't say it means any bills.

It's funny how these things make everybody look like a criminal.

Now I see why you're English like you tea so much.

Purely medicinal, you understand, Lieutenant?

To keep the cold away.

Yeah, in summer.

Well, it's quite common in this part of the country to get these sudden snaps of frost.

Even in summer.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

We're off.

Constable, let me introduce you.

This is Detective Sergeant Lake Peace, and this is Lieutenant Dempsey.

They're from SI10.

Come on, Dempsey.

The time we got ourselves to the railway station.

Sir, do that.

That Constable is the only long shop we've got to go on.

Why, do you know him?

I don't know, it's the moustache.

What do you think of him?

I was thinking.

It's Bates.

Bates, who's Bates?

We pulled him tonight at a drink drive charge.

We've just taken him home.

You took him home.

What are you running the cab service here?

It's usual practice, Lieutenant.

You think that may be him?

It could be, but Bates doesn't have a moustache.

Sir, this car's still here, then?

Yes, sir.

Can we take a look?

Sure.

Make this.

Take a look at this.

Sara's.

Bates.

She did?

No.

I don't think she's here at a choice.

Check upstairs.

I'll call an ambulance.

Dempsey!

What the hell was that?

I think it was a moustache.

You've been here all night, sir.

Rists.

Names and addresses.

Categorized by post-cold age sex profession.

Big brother is watching you, Chas.

But no John Bates.

John Bates?

That's made pieces full of it.

You'll have an accident.

Nothing to do with detection work.

That's why we need the lists of Bates's, aren't they?

Oh, he might not be.

That's why.

Well, it seems pretty certain.

They found Sara Hackett's wallet in his car.

I don't think there's much doubt about it.

Now, and all these names and addresses put into our system free.

I'll take forever, yeah?

Yeah, alphabetically.

Yeah, starting with A.

Now, I'm going to get a shave and pop across the

road to the cafe for some necessary cholesterol.

Do not disturb.

So what now, brains?

Don't ask me.

I don't know the difference between the number four

burst and the number eleven iron at the moment.

How the hell did Bates give us the slip?

I'll find him.

That's the judge finds him first.

You really think Sir Lionel's after him?

After him.

He's going to nail him to the wall.

Well, I'd say the tax payer thousands.

I don't think a Deuce and Lionel's career is much good.

Well, they didn't going to do Bates's career in a

good either, especially if he ain't the right guy.

Come on, do me a favor.

Do me a favor.

Give me one fact that Ty's Bates in as Sara Hackett's killer.

Concrete evidence.

Exactly.

Well, we need some proof.

And I know how to get it.

Oh.

Or a topsy.

Dempsey, that's been squashed.

What was the name of that doctor you busted two weeks ago?

Dr. Robertson, he's on bail.

But I don't understand.

I know.

This is what we're going to do.

You and me, I knew a junkie doctor friend.

Gonna pay a little visit to the morgue.

Hi.

He sure is.

What do you want?

Oh, Dempsey, this is crazy.

Look at him.

He's flying.

Oh, he's about to land.

Doc, you're alone when we interrupt you during surgery.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, have you got a warrant?

I don't know.

Let me look.

Have I got a warrant?

This is new.

But I search this place.

How much junk you think I'll find?

We're going to need coffee, black.

Lots of it.

Doc's going to eat cold turkey for a day, and then we're going to make a deal.

I'm going to phone my lawyer.

Try again.

Good evening.

This is my partner Lieutenant Dempsey.

We've come to carry out the formal identification of James Desmond, hit and run.

I believe he came in this afternoon.

Oh, this is Mr. Robertson, his next-door neighbour.

That's in there.

Suppose that's what happened.

No, she's been filed.

Right there, Mr. Robertson.

I warned you.

There's not a great deal left of him.

You see?

You have to ask yourself, you know, why they hide these people.

Broad's just can't handle this stuff.

Listen, will you mind taking her outside for a little fresh air?

I'd appreciate it.

Now I'll finish up with him.

Thanks.

Okay, Miss.

You just hang on to me.

Okay, Doc, that's fine.

Now what's the door?

You do your job.

Make it quick.

Oh,

how do you like it so far, Doc?

I think I want to go home.

Yeah, no, I feel.

First we got to check out those specimens.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Where the hell do you think I can get the

specimen that's tested at this time of night?

Doc, listen, if we can get in and out of a morgue,

get into a hospital lab or to be a piece of cake.

Oh, wow.

What happens if we get caught?

I'll arrest you for breaking an entering.

I don't like it.

You want to leave?

No.

Yes.

So far, so good.

So far, so good.

I need my head examined.

Well, you've got two results here which may be of some significance.

Now the first is that the smear I took from the victim

proved that either the victim or the rapist had syphilis.

You can't tell where.

No, no.

All that we can tell is that the disease is present.

Sarah was a virgin.

So Bates has got a dose.

What's the second result?

Well, the second result is a little more specific than the first.

The hematology that we did on the blood shows that there was a raised level of HCT.

Said that in English.

Human curio gonadotropin.

It happens sometimes in males in their early 20s.

Now the blood taken from beneath Sarah Hackett's

fingernails came from someone suffering from that disease.

Bates is nearly 40.

If any of this comes out in court, I'll deny it, okay?

I got it.

Right, everyone.

Drop whatever you're doing and pay attention.

Jazz, we have what might be described as a change of direction.

Have you put all those names on disk yet?

Yes, sir.

Right.

The bloke we're looking for is in his early 20s.

He's got H-C-G.

That's a rare form of cancer.

He's also got a dose.

So here's what we do.

I've got a cross check.

Where's the cross reference?

Real with cichlids?

Don't say it.

Get on to the station master.

Yeah.

You've got a Fortin, William Fortin on your stand.

Really clinic near Marley going.

Harry, get on to the clinic.

Find out when he was last there.

What was that?

Yesterday.

And what time was the appointment?

Where does he work?

Would you believe Chalfont Hill?

He thought he was doing yesterday.

That was terrific.

Yeah, thanks.

He was on the same train.

He also got a record.

And the presiding judge was Hackett.

There is someone up there.

I saw a curtain move.

You sure?

Mm-hmm.

Try the bell again.

Sure.

Get to get that feeling in our wallet.

Oh, sure.

I'll call an ambulance.

Lucky she's a lady.

Where's our beloved leader?

It's not here.

We've gone off down to Solano Hackett's house in Chalfont Hill.

What for?

Solano's housekeeper phoned and reported that she's just

discovered that one of the judge's shotguns is missing.

Sit on the chair.

No.

Sit on the chair or I'll shoot you for a darker shot.

We'll start again, shall we?

Spiking!

I think you recognize the prisoner in the dark.

I think that's far enough, Solano.

Stay where you are, Spikings.

You can't take the law into your own hands like this.

The law has gone soft, Spikings.

You know it.

And I know it.

It must be done.

Is it?

Solano, we've got Sarah's killer.

He's admitted everything.

This man is innocent.

Believe me.

Mates, did you kill Sarah Hackett?

No, sir.

Sorry about this, sir.

But I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you in.

Oh, you've been a good friend to me, Spikings, over all these years.

Somehow I went off the rails and...

There's nothing a good brief can put right, sir.

I reckon I'll put you out to grass, obviously, without him.

It doesn't matter what happens to me now.

Nothing I'll bring Sarah back.

What's the pity?

Yes, sir.

Come on, sir.

Come on, you two, don't sit there all day.

We've got a murder, two bank jobs, a jewel heist, and a gangland war at the office.

And it's still only Monday.

The man is subhuman.

Actually, he's very upset.

Now, just a minute, sir.

Yeah.

Dempsey and I are going to bed.

Yeah?

Separately.

This is something I said.