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I thought I'd meet Tracy.

Oh, yes,

Right.

I'm not sure
about next week.

I should think it
would be all right,

but I'm not sure.

You phone me
then, will you?

Oh sorry.

I thought I'd just
get rid of some of
this lousy paperwork

and next minute
it's half of six.

Have I messed you up?

No, no, I'm fine.

You're sure.

Don't worry about it.

Everything okay.

Yes, it's been a good day
actually, very peaceful.

Paperwork, I love it.

Right.

I was going to
do some sheets and
towels and stuff

but the machine
isn't working.

Oh, that's right.

I meant to phone
the bloke yesterday.

Thanks for reminding me.

I'll do it tomorrow.

Anyway, I did a couple
of things by hand..

There's no need
for you to do that.

I'm here.

I might as well
make myself useful.

Thank you.

I've left everything
ready for you

and any problems
same as usual

and if you
light that thing

it's another
50 p you owe me.

Good night, see
you in the morning.

See you in the morning.

Which is the most
recent would you say?

This one.

It's from the school.

You know, the photograph
they do every year.

This one makes
her looks nice,

you know her
hair and everything.

She's got really
nice hair but.

Yeah, thanks.

All right Mrs. Uphill,

we've got all
we need thank you.

We'll start things rolling

and you stay
by your phone.

So as soon as we find her,

we'll let you know.

And, of course, if
she does come back here,

you let us
know, won't you?

We'll see ourselves
out all right.

Morning.

Morning sir.

Duty sergeant
about is he?

Just having his
breakfast sir.

Have him come up and
see me, will you?

Ah, Sergeant
Wells, come in.

Nothing on the
girl I suppose.

No, sir.

It's been 16 hours.

It's too long,
far too long.

Well, it's 16
hours of darkness.

We need the daylight.

Is Detective
Inspector Frost

in the briefing room?

No, sir, he hasn't
arrived yet.

He does know there's
a briefing, does he?

I imagine so, yes, sir.

What do you mean
you imagine so?

Either he does
or he doesn't.

Yes, sir, he has
been informed.

It might be something
to do with his wife sir.

Yes.

Thank you.

Sergeant,

your responsibility
is to me,

not to good old
Jack Frost hum?

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry,
I'm really sorry.

Traffic was all
over the place.

She all right?

Yes, woke up
twice, that's all.

All right.

Thanks I'll
give you a call.

Prescriptions.

Prescriptions.

Morning, ladies
and gentleman.

Please sit down.

Good to see such
a full turnout.

Someone open the
window, would you?

I won't keep you long.

We're not short of help,

for which I thank
all concerned,

but what we are
short of is daylight.

We've got woodlands,

Iakes,

a canal,

gravel pit,

derelict houses,

building sites,
you name it.

1,001 places where a
child could be concealed.

So we need to
be methodical,

not hap hazard,

which is why I've put

Detective Chief
Inspector Alan

in charge of
the operation.

And as he's in charge,

I shall now shut up
and let him take over.

Right.

Time is against us
so I'll be brief.

Mrs. Palmer, good
morning Mrs. Palmer.

Stanton Police
about your car.

You'll be glad to
hear we found it.

On a new estate.

No, no damage at all.

Joy riders I should think.

Anyway, if you'd like..

no, no, just you.

No need for
your husband..

Any time you like

and if you could bring
a set of spare keys.

Be with you in
a minute sir.

No trouble at
all Mrs. Palmer.

That's right.

Any time it's convenient.

Thank you.

Sorry about that sir,

what can I do for you?

Sergeant, I'm Barnard,

Detective Constable
Clive Barnard.

I have to report
to superintendent
Mullet at 9:00.

Right, D.C. Barnard,

the chief
constable's nephew.

That's right sergeant,

Chief Constable's nephew.

Lieutenant Mullett's
tied up at the minute.

I'll tell you
when he's free.

Nice suit he's got on.

Very stylish.

Made to measure
aren't they?

What's Mullett doing
here this time of day?

There was a briefing
on a missing kid.

You were phoned
about it last night.

This is cold.

He wants to see you Jack.

As soon as I've
had a decent cuppa.

As soon as you
come in he said.

Yeah, well, I haven't
come in yet then have I?

I've been reading
your file.

Most impressive.

I see you're studying law.

Couldn't do better.

Certainly didn't
me no harm.

If I can help you in any
way, lend you any books,

they're all here
as you can see.

Thank you sir.

I'd appreciate that.

Good.

I'm looking forward to
working under Mr. Alan.

I've heard very good
things about him.

Yes.

Well, there's been
a slight change
of plan I'm afraid.

Chief Inspector
Alan is in charge

of our missing
girl inquiry.

Well, you wouldn't know
about it of course.

Came in last night.

As you can imagine,

he's up to his
eyes at the moment,

so as a purely
temporary arrangement

I do stress it
is temporary,

I'm putting you with
Detective Inspector Frost.

Now, I know
you'll find him

a very
experienced officer.

Not as punctilious
as Chief Inspector
Alan perhaps,

but as I say,

very experienced
in his own way

and I might say
that your uncle

has a very high
opinion of him.

Very high indeed.

He being our local
hero so to speak.

Do you see much of him,

do you,

your uncle?

Keep your hands
off my sandwich,

thank you very much.

Sorry about briefing.

You know what's
going on do ya?

George filled me in.

It's not good.

Should have
found her by now.

Go and have a word with
the mother will you?

Here's the report
from last night.

And Jack,

when you've seen her,

put it in writing okay.

Paperwork,

I'm up to here with it.

In writing.

Your stomach still
tightening up is it?

Oh bastard is.

Well, take my tip,

avoid fatty foods.

How are things at home?

Not good.

Take some leave.

Go on, why don't you?

What do I do Jim?

Just sit there and
stare at her all day.

I do enough of
that as it is.

The truth is,

I can't handle it.

As long as I know
she's alright.

Hello.

Who are you?

D.C. Barnard.

I was told to report to
Detective Inspector Frost.

Why?

To work with him.

Well, you can start
by answering that
phone then can't you.

Go on.

Detective Inspector
Frost's office,

DC Barnard speaking.

Yes, sir.

Yes, he is.

Right sir,

right.

He wants to see you
straight away he said.

Sorry.

A word of advice son.

Well, two words.

One, never
tell Mr. Mullett

that I'm in the office.

And two,

never wear a suit

that you
wouldn't be happy

Ietting a drunk
be sick over.

Come in.

You wanted to see me sir?

You weren't
at the briefing.

Why was that?

No, I was unavoidably
detained sir.

Ah.

I see.

My car wouldn't start.

I have yet another
complaint from HQ.

Oh really sir.

What's it about this time?

Yet again,
you're late with the
monthly crime figures.

Funny enough,
I was working on
those last night.

Get them sent over
straight away.

I would sir, but
unfortunately,

I've left them at
the kitchen table.

Have it done
this morning.

Ah, yes.

Well, this morning I
thought you'd prefer me

to try and help find
this little girl whose..

Don't push it
too far Jack.

Chief Constable's
blue-eyed boy or not.

Just don't push
it too far.

No, sir.

What's your name son?

Clive.

Clive is it?

Right.

Well, you drive Clive.

So she'd go to the
club next to St. Mark's.

She goes every week.

They play games
and things.

You know,
ping pong and stuff.

And afterwards
I always meet

and we go for hamburger.

Sometimes we go
to the pictures.

Depends on what's
on, you know.

Half past three you say?

Sorry.

You told the
officers last night

that you meet at
half past three.

Yeah, I mean
that's usual.

But this week
something happened,

I was late.

I went everywhere
I could think of.

I phoned all her
friends and everything.

What about her father?

He doesn't even
know I had her.

Oh, so you brought her
up on your own then?

Just have to go on
with it, don't you?

Anyway, she's mine.

I love her.

So it's not really
Mrs. Uphill,

that's just for the
neighbors, like the ring?

Just easier that's all.

Well, then Linda,

if we can just have
a quick look round.

Just a quick look
round her room,

that sort of thing.

We won't make a
mess, I promise.

All right, Linda Love?

Here.

You know, I could swear,

that we've met somewhere?

No.

We have,

I just can't place it.

Come on, don't
hang about,

we haven't got all day.

Where would you
like me to start?

Why don't you take a
look in the kid's room,

only don't let me catch
you playing with her toys.

That's a good boy.

Guv.

You can't really believe
she's here surely.

I can believe
anything Constable

and one day so will you

if you last that long.

There's nothing there.

Bathroom?

Nothing.

Have much trouble getting
that off, did you?

When did we first start
using the word condom?

When did we what?

Well in my day it was
contraceptive, a johnny,

buy me and stop one.

Suddenly, it's a condom.

Funny, isn't it?

What are you doing?

Just a few more
questions Linda Love.

You think she's
dead, don't you?

You think I killed her.

Sit down Linda
Love, please.

My God, you
do, don't you?

You think I killed her.

The truth is,no I don't.

But these things
have to be done.

You see, the
thing is Linda,

people do kill their kids.

Nice, people, loving
people with beautiful kids

and they kill them.

Sorry.

That's alright.

Why were you late?

I mean you said you
were late meeting her.

I was just late.

Wonder why she didn't
come back here?

I mean you
would have thought

she would have
come back here,

unless you had a
row or something.

Was that what
it was, Linda?

Had you had a row?

No.

There was someone here.

Someone, what someone?

Just someone.

A friend, you
mean a friend?

Yes.

Girlfriend?

No, not a girlfriend.

Oh, you had a man here.

There's no crime in that.

What was his
name, this man?

I don't know.

How many
are there Linda,

men whose names
you don't know?

Some, not many.

Regulars?

If you like.

And he's your Sunday man

which is why you want
her out of the house

and why you tell
her not to come back

until you go fetch her.

But this week
something happened.

He was late.

Usually, he's
here at 2:00

and gone within the hour

so I got plenty of time.

But yesterday's
train was late

or canceled or something.

His name's Farum,

Fanum, something
like that.

He's a teacher
over at Granford.

I'm not a slag, you know,

whatever you're thinking.

I am not a slag.

Is there anyone who
can stay with you,

a relative or someone?

No, thank you.

I've remembered
where it was.

You're the checkout
at a supermarket

where I do my shopping.

Part-time.

That's all they
could give me.

So she's on
the game then?

A semi-pro I think
you call her.

A rose by any other.

You don't approve.

Well, I don't believe
in paying for it.

No, I mean her.

Bringing up a kid in an
atmosphere like that.

Wonderful.

Well, there's a lot
like her nowadays,

even in a place like this

I could name you
a couple a dozen

and not just the
likes of her either.

I mean respectable,
middle class ladies

getting the
little extras in life.

Times are hard
Clive, my son.

Try and be a bit
more charitable.

You sell what you
got available.

Tell you what though,

she's nicked
my bloody fags.

Should have turned
right there by the way.

Didn't I say.

How do you live
with the knowledge

that your kid
might be dead?

I mean how do you live?

I don't know
son, you just do.

I'd give her a wide
berth by the way.

Get within four feet

she'll eat
your wing mirror.

Who's that?

That is old Annie.

Annie Stefanopolous,

Annie the cat lady.

She goes everywhere on
that old bike of hers

Iooking after stray cats.

She feeds them,
nurses them.

Takes them
down to the vets

and has their
what's it's chopped off.

I hear they put you
with old Jack then.

How you making out?

Yeah, he's okay.

You can say goodbye
to your sex life.

I can tell you that much.

DI Frost has a reputation
for keeping long hours.

PW Wallace,
DC Barnard, Clive.

Hi.

Chief Constable's
his uncle.

She's not saying she's
in any pain, right?

Do you want me there
when the doctor comes?

I can be.

I mean, of
course, I can be.

Well, I don't know.

It won't be early.

We got this
missing girl thing.

You're a
sweetheart, thanks.

Oh, and there should
be a brown manila file

on the kitchen table.

Be a love and put
it on the stairs

where I won't
miss it, will you?

And you will let me know
if anything happens?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Thanks, bye.

Oh shit, washing machine.

Sergeant Johnson
says to tell you

they've checked
the local weirdoes

and the only one
they can't lay their
hands on so far

is Michael Hoskins.

Sick Mick Who'd want
to lay hands on him?

Well apparently,
he hasn't been
home all night.

His mom will be pleased.

Give her a chance to
change the sheets.

What is this?

Beef.

Talk about rare,
it's still moving.

(knock on door)

Come.

Bit of luck
with the bloke guv.

Barry James Farnhan,

Iives at Lefington,

teaches English
at Granford High.

Thanks.

Mr. Farnhan, sorry
to trouble you sir.

We're from Denton CID.

Detective Inspector
Frost, DC Barnard.

Just a quick word
if that's all right sir.

Might I see your
identification?

Absolutely, sir.

Quite right sir.

Constable, show the
gentleman your nice
new wallet card.

What's it all about?

Can't be my car.
I don't drive one.

Oh no, just a few
questions sir.

Why couldn't you wait
until I got home.

Because we were told
that you were here

and because the
nature of our inquiry

means that we
can't waste time

pissing about
with niceties.

Alright sir?

Thank you sir.

You know a woman called
Linda Uphill, Mr. Farnhan?

1 7 Celston Avenue, Denton.

No.

Well, we
understand you have

a business
arrangement with her.

I'm sorry, you
must be mistaken.

She says that
you were with her

yesterday afternoon.

Now in view of
what you're saying,

she must be lying.

So if you come
back with us

I'm sure we can
get it sorted out.

Off we go then.

All right.

Yes, I do know her.

What's happened to her?

Why should anything
have happened to her?

Well, women in
her position.

Women in her position,

very nicely put
Mr. Farnhan.

It's not her,
it's her daughter.

Tracy.

You know her then?

No, but Linda
talks about her.

She's very proud of her.

And she's very
worried about her sir.

You see, the kid's
gone missing.

Now you left
Mrs. Uphill at half three,

is that right sir?

Yes, usually it's
earlier, but..

You didn't see
the child at all?

No, no why should I?

Linda is always
very careful

to keep her family life
quite separate from --

You left the house

and you went
straight to the station?

No, I --

I had to visit my aunt.

I go there every Sunday
for tea after I've..

She lives in the senior
citizens bungalows

on the southern
housing estate.

Your Sundays are one
long round of pleasure

aren't' they sir?

First, a spot of
naughties at Chez Linda,

then tea with your auntie.

No wonder your skin's
in such good condition.

The address.

Now look,

you won't go
round worrying her.

She's an old lady and
her heart's not too good.

I specialize in old
ladies with weak hearts.

Have no fear.

How they doing?

Keep up to
scratch are they?

Yes, they're rather
good this year.

Must have a good
teacher then.

I try.

Worth money in the bank,

a good teacher.

It's getting a bit dark.

Yeah, all right,
call them off.

Okay, Sergeant,
knock it off.

It's a perforated ulcer.

He'll be away
at least a month.

So it's over to you.

I'll look after
the PR side,

press,

TV boys and so on.

Now you're in charge,

I don't expect you

to be doing house
searches yourself.

I want you here
controlling the operation.

Filling in the
bloody forms.

Completing the
necessary paperwork

and make sure they go
easy on the overtime.

With that blasted
helicopter and so on

I'm bursting the
budget as it is.

I'll try not to let them
take advantage of me, sir.

Advantage is only taken

when it's allowed
to be taken.

You can tell them that

I shall personally be
checking the figures.

Yes, sir.

Now how's young
Barnard shaping up?

He'll do.

Don't teach him
too many shortcuts.

All right, let's
have some attention.

Thank you.

That's enough of
the old moody..

if you think you're
going to get it any easier

you're mistaken.

Give us a kiss sir..

Hey.

Sorry Guv.

Okay, fill me in.

What sightings do we have?

Fifteen.

But only one of them
sounds promising.

It's a bloke in a car.

He's pretty certain

he saw her walking
away from St. Mark's

with a man and a woman.

Now the woman was
wearing a white fur coat,

a bit flashy.

That's what
made him notice.

(unintelligible)

It doesn't
open till seven.

Alright, I'll do that.

What about sick Mick

No guv.

We'll try the
public library.

It's nice and
warm in there.

He's trying to
educate himself.

That's two quid
you owe me.

Hey no, come on,
a pound we said.

A pound for the game,

a pound for
the information.

All right.

I'll tell you
what I'll do.

Double or nothing,
heads or tails.

Tails.

Sorry about that son.

No point in frightening
the poor little darlings

by going in mob handed.

Where to?

Oh Yes, we go too...

Oh damn, that
stupid washing machine.

108 Randlee Road.

What's at 108
Randlee Road.

A 14-year old by the name
of Mary Louise Harding.

Tracy's got a thing
about her apparently.

Thinks she's
the bees knees.

And according to top
spin Charlie back there,

Mary Louise's mom
has got a white fur coat.

That poor woman,

my heart bleeds for her.

If anything
happened to Mary Louise

I think I'd kill myself.

You will excuse me
getting on, won't you?

It's all area
finals on Friday.

Haven't seen you
come dancing, have I?

Similar, very similar.

Stop looking so
dreary darling.

That's a good girl.

Well the lord knows
I don't get much pleasure

since her father took
to the continent.

He's in heavy
vehicles, you know.

Seldom where
he should be,

which is
why I'm partnered

by my second
cousin Leslie.

Ha.

Keep in mind I'll
wash your mouth out

Oh that reminds me,
no chance of a cuppa?

But of course.

Tea or coffee.

Oh coffee, we
go down a treat.

That's a good
girl Mary Louise.

Thank you.

Use the Bolivian
and the cups,

not those dreadful mugs.

And it was
Leslie you were with

all yesterday
afternoon was it?

That's right, practicing
over at Bishop Stordford.

On second thought
I think I prefer tea.

That's all right.

You stay, I'll tell her.

You borrowed your
mother's coat, didn't you?

How'd you know?

By the look on your face.

So.

So, why didn't you tell us

that you seen
Tracy last night?

Why do you think?

Because your
mother would give you

stick over the coat.

Well done.

Now you listen
to me my girl.

There's a little kid out
there who could be dead.

So loosen your lip

and you tell me
what happened now.

She's always
hanging round me,

Iike a little
sister or something.

I mean it gets
on my nerves.

I had a date
with this bloke.

He's older than me.

A quite bit
older actually.

So that's why I
borrowed the rotten coat

and some of her
under clothes as well

if you must know.

Anyway, we were
walking past the church.

She's standing
there, Tracy is.

She wants to know
where we're going.

So I say to her,
none of yours.

We look around and
she's following us.

Well, he got really short

and he started
blaming me,

but what could I do?

She's always doing that,
following me around.

Anyway, finally we
managed to get rid of her.

I didn't see her anymore.

Whereabouts was this?

Near the old woods.

Well, now we
know, don't we.

Done that,

done that,

wash mash,
washing machine.

Remind me to ring him

first thing
in the morning.

Oh, this is it.

Get on to HQ and
find out what percentage

the crime figures are up.

Sort out last
month's return,

add whatever
they tell you

and bung it in
for this month.

It's all right.

I'll sign it.

I'm the one
carrying the can.

They only shove it
onto their bloody
computer anyway.

When you've done that
pick me up in the canteen.

You won the
George Cross then?

I mean I knew someone
from this division had.

Well, how often does a
copper win the George --

It's all right son.

No need to get
embarrassed.

You're not the only one
who can't believe it.

It's me for a start.

You got shot didn't you?

Twice.

Once in the chest,

which was very nasty

and once in the head.

Luckily, it went straight
through my brain

so it didn't
do any damage.

Oh yes, I'm famous now.

Every time I get
mentioned in the paper,

Iike local detective
solves up court case.

They put a little footnote
in about my medal.

Why do you think your
uncle loves me so much?

I did most of my
courting in these woods.

I lost my cherry here
come to think about it.

Under a crabapple tree

with the vague assistance

of a young lady
called Bell Parkinson.

We used her mac,

her being in the
Salvation Army.

Where does this lead?

To the quarry.

Well at first light
I want it searched.

Get it organized
for me Arthur.

Come on son,
bring it with you.

Oh Arthur.

Yes, Jack.

Get a WPC to meet me
at Mrs. Uphill's will you.

I sewed her name
in, for school

It didn't stay
on five minutes.

I wish I had something
better to tell you
Linda Love, but --

I know.

I know.

Here I've got your fags.

Look, I think it
might be a good idea

if I ask the WPC here to
stay the night with you.

No.

I've been alone
since I was 15.

I'll be all right,
I promise you.

Alright.

You just,

you just have to believe
the best, don't you?

George told
us to tell you

he's checked out
Mary Louise's boyfriend,

Philip Carey.

He's her mother's
ex-dancing partner

would you believe?

I would, I would.

He was sweating,

but George is pretty
sure he's in the clear.

He was back with mamma

ten minutes after
dropping off Mary Louise.

All right, thanks.

No good you said.

No, no, it's been bad.

She's been
saying something

about someone
called Billy.

Yeah, that's me,
Billy, Bill, William.

She was always insisted

on calling me
by my right name.

Something about a holiday.

Yeah.

We were supposed to be
going to see her sister.

She lives in America,

a place called Johnstown.

I'll make you a cup
of tea before I go.

Thank you.

Jack, I don't think
it's going to be long.

There you go.

Thanks.

You wouldn't fancy a
cup of coffee I suppose?

I don't think your
landlady would approve.

No.

I don't have a landlady.

Morning guv.

What time do
you call this?

Quarter to eight.

Overslept did we.

Well, no, but we didn't
finish till late.

We're not finished till
it's finished Constable,

besides I get lonely.

Taste that.

I think the milk's off.

I had a fag last night,

only one but I'm not
pleased with myself.

Now what's this, check
auntie, what's that mean?

Farnhan, he said
he was with his aunt.

Right.

Okay here you are.

You take the car and
go be nice to auntie.

Then I want you to come
and meet me in the woods.

Now there's an
offer, right?

Did you bring your boots?

No, of course, you didn't.

See if you can get
hold of some, come on.

Well, I can't
see us covering in
less than two days,

but which time even if
she just did wander off,

she'll be in
bird's eye country.

Old Annies place there,
did you check that out?

Yes, yesterday.

There's nothing there
but her bloody cats.

She must have been out
collecting more of them.

What a dump.

I was told this
is a VIP suite.

Morning gents.

Anything for me?

Sorry Stanley,
I'm not allowed

to talk to members
of the press.

Strict instructions from
Oberleutnant Mullett.

See you got
the divers out.

Can't put anything
past him can you?

He's got the
eye of an eagle.

Well, now I've taken
the trouble to come,

I hope she's in there.

I see the Green party's

been having a
picnic again.

They found the same
(unintelligible) trolley

at Mulliger Airport
last year.

Makes you wonder,
doesn't it gents.

I'm off.

George, keep in touch.

Okay guv.

Spot on son.

You must be psychic.

Don't get out.

You'll get your
nice suit all dirty.

Seen auntie.

He was there when
he says he was.

He's so good
to me she said.

He never misses a week

and he's always starving
when he gets here.

Cross him off, you reckon.

Yeah, I reckon.

Ah, never much of
a contender anyway.

Off we go.

Where to?

Oh, back to the ranch.

Hang on.

Let's go have a
word with Annie.

Why you ask?

How many more times Annie

because she's
gone missing.

No.

You didn't see her, right.

Fine, that's all
we need to now.

Why for you not stop

and then come
here all the time.

Why you say children
are so special?

It's special for
to come to my house

and calling me name.

It's special for
to throw stones,

for to hurt
God's creatures.

Were any of the
others here on Sunday?

Children and a simple
yes or no will do.

I don't want a
bloody lecture.

Not children.

Give me pound.

Give her a pound son.

What for?

Cat meat.

She's as nutty
as a fruit cake

and the state
of that kitchen.

It's covered in
rotten cat hair.

I keep telling you
about that suit.

We've got
Micky Hoskins guv.

You were quite right.

He was in the library

under unusual interests.

Anyway, we had a chat.

You're going to love this.

He says he couldn't have
been molesting the girl

there in Denton on
Sunday afternoon

because he was
molesting a girl

at the Century
Cinema over at Lexton.

I phoned the local
police and it checks.

They got a complaint
logged at half of five.

(unintelligible)

.. Jack,
telephone, urgent.

All right, thanks.

Just what we
bloody well need.

All right.

Let's have a look
at the rest of it.

Don't stand there gawking.

You're supposed to be
looking for a little kid.

Come on officer.

Hey, come on now.

Get on with it.

The doctor's
on his way sir.

The doctor.

Oh yes,

we're not supposed to
presume death are we.

Arthur, get his
chest uncovered

in case our medical genius

wants to use
the stethoscope.

Who's in charge here?

Ah, Jack.

I might have guessed.

Hello.

How did you find a body
on a day like this?

Might have picked a day
the sun was shining.

Let's have a look.

You called me a bit
late I'm afraid.

An hour earlier
I could have saved him.

I know, I tried to give
him the kiss of life,

but he stuck his
fingers up my nose.

All right,
come on then doc,

time of death.

Well, your guess
is as good as mine.

Years, 10, 20,
perhaps even longer.

You need to show it
to the forensic boys.

Half an arm and
a rusty chain,

they'll love it.

I must leave you.

I'll let you
have my report.

Report, what report?

You haven't done anything.

You want the pathologist.

It looks like rain.

Anyway he's paid
more than I am.

Bye.

Bye.

Jack.

Yes.

Were there any
plane crashes

in this area
during the war?

I have no idea, why?

Well, it looks to
me the sort of box

they used for confidential
dispatches, you know,

chained to the
courier's wrist.

I wonder if he
might have been

thrown out of a plane
blowing up or something.

Could be worth checking.

Why not?

I have nothing else to do.

Hello.

Hello.

Mrs. Uphill.

Yes.

If you want to see
your daughter again,

get 2,000 pounds
in used notes

and wait by your
phone for instructions.

One word to the
police and she's dead.

Nothing spectacular
I'm afraid.

Everything rottable
had rotted.

All we're left with
is the metal objects.

The zipper from
his trousers,

a couple of buttons

and here's what's
left of his watch,

wristwatch,
cheap pallet movement.

Nothing of
particular interest.

A few coins.

Dated when?

The latest is this two
shilling piece, 1961.

Well, bang goes
your theory Clive.

I'm sorry.

Constable had an idea

that he might have been
killed during the war.

Oh, I see.

What about these?

Two small desk keys.

Don't know what
this larger one is,

presumably a house key,

but no number I'm afraid.

Only
it's in surprisingly good
condition as you can see.

But no car key.

None found anyway.

And what are these?

The remains of tacks
from his shoes.

I see, right.

Well, you've given
us our starters.

Now what about
the main course?

What?

The box.

Oh, the box.

Yes, well we managed
to get it open.

And?

Absolutely empty.

Mr. Garwood said he'd be
with you in just a moment.

There is a no smoking
sign actually, sorry.

Mrs. Uphill,
do come through.

You must be worried sick.

I'm so sorry.

I need some money.

Yes, yes of course.

2,000 pounds.

But Linda, your account
has nothing like that.

I want 2,000 pounds
Ronald and I want it now

and I don't want
you to ask why

and I don't want anyone

other than you and
me to know about it.

But I'm only the
assistant manager Linda.

I can't.

I want that money Ronald
and unless I get it

I'll just speak to that
fiancee that you've had

for the past ten years

and I shall tell her how

you spend your
Thursday dinner times

because I'm
at my wits end.

I mean it Ronald.

I really mean it.

God knows what
time I'll get off.

Apart from everything else

I still have to help him
falsify his crime return.

Maybe we should
give it a miss.

Just come by when you can.

I'll give you a ring.

No need, just come in.

See you later.

Good morning Jack.

Morning.

So what's he doing
with an empty steel box

handcuffed to his wrist?

Well, maybe
what was in it

had already
been delivered.

Then why have it still
chained to his wrist

and why lock it up again.

No son, this one has
got complications.

But don't you
worry about it.

You sit there eating your
donut nice and slowly

so you don't get an ulcer.

Meanwhile,
I'll go and play

Mr. Plod the policeman.

Jack.

She's a nice
girl WPC Wallace.

She's bright too.

Don't mess her about son.

Heard about my
skeleton have you?

Yeah.

You get all
the cushy ones.

Hello.

Did you get it?

Yes.

But you haven't
involved the police?

No.

Because if you have.

I swear it, please.

You'll get your
instructions later today.

Is she all right?

Tell me she's
all right please.

Later today.

Hello, Mr. Powell,
how are you?

Oh, it's Mrs.,
do forgive me.

Mrs. Fisher.

Yes, of course,
Mrs. Fisher.

And how is Mrs. Powell?

Not very good I'm afraid.

In fact,
she's deteriorated
a great deal since you,

I'm waiting for her now,

she's having her
weekly (unintelligible).

Have they told
you anything?

No, only that
they're taking her in.

Why do they bother?

For God's sake, she's
riddled with this stuff.

I mean why do they bother.

I can't stand
around here all day.

I just can't.

I mean what do
they expect.

It's not what they want
Jack, it's what you want.

Mr. Frost, telephone.

At least in my game
there's always an excuse.

He's cleaned up very
nicely I must say.

Oh yes, his mother
would be proud of him.

Have a look at this.

Now this was not broke
or chewed off by animals.

It was deliberately
hacked off

with something like an ax.

Before or after death?

I can only surmise,

but I'd hazard it
shortly after death

before serious
decomposition took place.

I guess that the
arm was severed

in order to
remove the chain.

Yeah, but it was
still on the arm.

Only suppose that whoever
chopped it

chopped too high up

and wouldn't be able
to slide the wristband

over the severed end.

The victim was probably
fleshy, a little fat.

Try dragging your
wristwatch up your arm.

You'll find it gets
stuck half way.

Yeah, but why
cut off the arm

to remove a locked
and empty box.

You're the
detective, not I,

which is why I'm
surprised you haven't

commented on the best bit.

Good God.

And this is the
perpetrator,

a pistol bullet.

We found it inside the
skull with all the dirt.

Anything else I shall
of course advise you.

How's Chief Inspector
Alan by the way?

I was very sorry to
hear of his illness.

Not half as sorry as I am.

Denton Police.

I'd like to speak to
the officer in charge

of looking for
the missing girl,
Tracy Uphill?

That would be Detective
Inspector Frost sir?

He's not here
at the moment.

If you'll hang on.

Just tell him her
mother withdrew
a large sum of..

Mr. Hudson would like
to see you Mr. Garwood.

All they could say was
his age between 35 and 40.

Height 5'9", 5'1 0".

Extensive dental work.

That might give
us something.

And his left leg
had been broken

about five years
before he died.

Anything they
could tell you

about the security box?

It was very strong

obviously specially
made for the job.

Sort of thing
security firms

used to cart large
sums of money about.

They managed to get the
maker's name off the lock

which was
Smith and Curtis.

They used to specialize in

safes and strong
boxes and so on.

Went out of
business in 1969.

Anyway, I've got records

of all the
missing persons

between 1955 and '61,

but that might
take a bit of time.

So I've had a word
with the local press

to see if they could
come up with something.

Alternatively,
I could always stick
him back in the ground

and dig him up when
things get a bit slack.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

You haven't told anyone?

No.

You know the cricket
ground on the old..

Yes.

There's a telephone box

just past the crossroads.

At 8:00 put the money in
your bag and walk there.

Wait by the phone box

until I call with
further instructions.

You're right Tracy Love.

What am I doing messing
about with old bones

when you're God
knows where.

And what am I going
to tell your mom?

We're doing our best.

That'll really
perk her up.

I've got to tell
her something,

that's for sure.

(knock on door)

Don't give me
anymore of that stuff.

Just burn it.

What did you make
of that phone call?

What phone call?

There's a note on your
desk here somewhere.

What did it
say, this note?

There you go.

Caller wanted
to talk to you

about the missing girl.

Wouldn't leave his name.

Just said,
tell him her mother

withdrew a large sum.

Then he rang off.

Why didn't you tell
me this before?

It's been
sitting around here

for God knows how long.

If you cleaned up that
mess once in a while

you might be able
to find something.

You have paper
not the a kid.

He's quite
right, of course.

Hello.

Yes.

Yes, he's here.

Your friend,
Sandy Longford.

Yes.

Hey, get away from her!

Hey!

So, I go to the
files as requested

and what I turn up,

thank you very much

is the best story
I've had in years,

which I have
incidentally already

sold to the dailies.

Of course, you and I were
still in short pants.

1961, let me see,

Kennedy elected,

first man in space,

Berlin wall went up.

Yeah Scotland did the
double (unintelligible)

Ieft the city
(unintelligible) cup final

Come on Sandy,
let's have it.

Felton was a cashier

working for the
eastern counties bank

on the old I Street.

26th of January 1961 when
he left Denton by car,

driven by Junior
Clark Ronald Garwood.

Destination..

seven miles away

to deliver 40,000
pounds locked in a case,

chained to Felton's wrist.

Car never arrived.

Found on a side road

well away from the route
he should have taken.

Guard is found
unconscious.

So badly beaten
about the head

he still has no memory
of what happened.

Felton and the 40,000
were never seen again.

Any next of kin?

His wife remarried a
yank, no other family.

Now you said this what's
his name, Garwood,

still has no memory.

He's back at the bank,
assistant manager.

Spoke to him only
a half an hour ago.

As you can imagine,
he was quite surprised.

I tried to get a statement
from the bank manager,

but he wasn't
having any.

So looks as though
I owe you a favor.

You know, I have
a bloody good mind

to buy you a curry.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, he is.

I've got to go home.

Tomorrow Linda Love.

You can go home tomorrow.

No, I got to go now.

I said I'd be there
when he phones again.

That was the bargain.

She might even
be there waiting.

She's waiting.

They found her bag.

And?

Empty.

The 2,000 you mean?

Well everything.

The bastard.

Why the hell
didn't she tell us?

Because she was
afraid, that's why

Stupid more like it.

Well, not everyone's
got your brain power
have they Constable?

It's a pity you
leave it in neutral
most of the time.

I thought you ought
to know someone
just phoned for her.

He wouldn't
leave his name.

What did he want?

He wanted to know if
you were keeping her in.

And you said, yes.

Yes.

Get yourself another
body and you go and
sit outside her house.

Thank you.

What are we after?

Kidnapper my ass.

What sort
of kidnapper nicks
a woman's small change

and her front door keys?

I'll tell you the sort.

A nasty little
toe rag who knows the
place will be empty.

So not content
with the 2,000.

He's going to pop in there

and get whatever
else is going.

The cheaper they are,
the greedier they are

and greed, my son,

is the biggest
mistake of the lot.

Now you let him
get in there

and you catch him
on the way out

when he's got
his hands full.

And when you've got him
you give me a shout here.

I'll be here in
Churchill Ward.

Now don't ask
any questions.

What did he say to you?

Oh, I see.

Perhaps I should
have done the same.

I'm afraid he caught
me unaware, which is,

of course, what they
try to do, these people.

And I suppose we
shall have the police

asking all those
stupid questions again.

God only knows
what use it is.

And quite
frankly the last..

Yes, I will.

I'm sorry..

Yeah.

Good night.

Smoke, drink, you
name it, I abused it.

Get away.

And then one morning

I woke up and
I said to myself,

Howard,
what are you doing?

What are you what?

What are you doing?

I mean in terms
of my body.

There we go.

Got him.

In the nick.

I'm sorry to hear
your wife's so ill.

They told me downstairs.

I didn't know.

No reason why you should.

Come on, let's go.

And it was when I
was leaving the house

that the
officers arrested me.

What happened
to Mrs. Uphill

was an accident.

I didn't mean her no harm.

I just saw it as a way of
making easy money, okay.

Okay.

If you just like to
sign that for me there,

there and there please.

Time is 23:45.

The interview
with Darin Brennand

is concluded.

Thank you.

I don't know about the

I didn't mean
her no harm bit.

I've been glancing
through your form.

You not being a local,

I haven't had
the pleasure

of your previous
acquaintance

or acquaintance
with your previous

perhaps
I should have said.

But doing women no harm

doesn't seem to
form a major part
of your philosophy.

They wind me up.

I know what you mean sir,
I know what you mean.

Women were only
put on this earth

so us big macho
men can give them

a right hand
now and again.

What else?

Make sure that
scum bag Brennand

gets a decent night's kick

'cause I'm going
to throw the bloody
book at him tomorrow.

First thing
tomorrow morning,

get on to that bank and
make an appointment

to see this Garwood bloke.

Right guv.

Where you going?

Home.

Have you done those
crime returns yet?

Well, no.

Well, get on
with them then.

I'm sorry son,

I'm feeling a
bit low tonight.

Come on, bobos time

you look half dead.

Tell him to pick me up
outside the hospital,

in 20 minutes.

Good morning.

Oh, hi.

Everything all right.

No change.

They told me
you were here.

You want to
know the truth.

Couldn't stand being in
that house on my own.

Are you involved in
this skeleton thing?

Oh yeah, up to here.

I mean just finding
him like that

after all this time.

Well, can't keep
anything hidden.

Not forever.

Just you remember that.

I know Mr. Powell.

Funny enough I saw
him here only yesterday.

Powell, oh,

the bloke that was the
bank manager, right.

I nursed his
wife for a while

till she went completely.

(unintelligible)

He's the only one
she'll let near her.

24 hours a day, how he
manages, I have no idea.

Patience of a saint.

Oh, sorry.

Where are you Gerald.

Stay there darling.

I'm just
bringing your tea.

Morning guv.

Is it?

I phoned the bank.

Garwood isn't in today.

Where is he?

They don't know.

Right, thanks very much.

He's usually
out of the house

half eight on the dot.

What about last night?

Well, they
were out till 12,

but they noticed all his
lights were still on.

Yeah, they still are.

So he's not at work.

He's not
answering the phone.

Car's still in the drive.

He hasn't taken
the paper in.

So looks like I'm going
to have to shove you

and your brand new suit
through the window.

Thank you.

Waste not, want not.

Don't drip blood over the
man's nice clean floor.

There's a good boy.

Guv?

In here.

Looks like he's
been turned over.

Yes.

Him and me both.

Well, he was shot at a
distance of a few feet.

Bullet's lodged in
the skull somewhere.

I'll fish it out for you
when I do the autopsy.

He'd fallen back, hit
his head on the table.

Not that he'd felt it.

He was dead before
he hit the floor.

Some people have
all the luck.

Rough time?

Speculation again,

but I'd say between
8 and 10 last night.

I'll be more precise
after the postmortem.

Quite a busy period
for you inspector.

Yes.

So far this week I'm
averaging a body a day.

How you feeling?

Better now.

Sorry.

To your credit,

you still got some decent
revulsion left in you.

Couple years from now

you'll be flicking
your butts in the socket

Iike the rest of us.

Well, what do you reckon?

Someone carrying a gun.

This is heavy stuff son.

Garwood was the
assistant bank manager.

Chances are he could be

holding the
keys to the vault.

Good thought Clive.

Thanks.

Get on to the bank.

Oh, and while you're on,

ask them if they had
a robbery last night.

And if they had,

why the hell didn't
they bother to tell us?

You sure you'll
be all right?

You're sure you don't
want me to come in?

No, I'll be all right.

If he didn't take her,

where is she?

Well, the long
and short of it is

this one gets
it the day after

we dig up his long,
lost friend.

This could be
a coincidence,

but from where
I'm leaning,

it looks like
we've got ourselves

two sides of the
infernal triangle.

What's your next step?

Same as always.

Go out and ask a
lot of silly questions

in the hope that we might

get a few not
so silly answers.

What about the girl?

Oh Tracy, yes, we mustn't
forget little Tracy.

Well, so far she's
been seen in London,

Cornwall and Dover.

She's been seen on a
lorry heading up the M1.

And a cafe in Leeds,

with two Pakistanis
and a China man.

Outside a
cinema in Bromley

with a bloke and
a crash helmet.

Everywhere except
here in Denton.

I'll extend the
search area tomorrow,

but if we don't
get a break soon

it's not looking good.

Yes.

I've got to go to
this damn civic lunch.

Yes, I don't want to
spoil your appetite

by you sitting
there worrying.

In a couple weeks time,

Detective Inspector
Alan will be back,

which means the
girl will be

miraculously found
alive and well.

The skeleton will
walk into the NIC,

bringing with it the
missing 40, 000 pounds

and brandishing a
signed confession

to the murder of Garwood.

Rain will stop.

Poverty will vanish

and peace will break
out all over the world.

In the meantime,
yours truly

will attempt to stick his
finger up the dike as per.

Have a nice lunch sir.

There's not
much of a place

for a retired
bank manager.

Don't mention Garwood
until I'm ready, right.

Right.

I've been expecting you,

ever since I read about it
in the paper this morning.

Poor Felton 'course
everyone was convinced

that he's absconded
with the money.

Even myself I'm afraid.

How well do you
remember the day of the
robbery, Mr. Powell?

I remember it
very clearly.

It could help if you
would tell us about it.

Yes.

I'm so sorry.

Just after I returned
home from the bank

I was telephoned by
Stephen Harrington,

manager of our
Exley branch.

He wanted to know if
we could help him out

with a large cash transfer
the following day.

The 40,000?

Apart from yourself
and the manager at...

Exley.

Exley, who else knew
about the transfer?

Only Felton and Garwood.

The two clocks who would
be making the delivery.

How many sets of keys

were there to
the security box?

Two.

I had one set

and Harrington at
Exley the other.

I personally checked
the money into the box,

secured the chain
to Felton's wrist,

told them to wait in
my office until 12:30

and then left for
my appointment.

What appointment.

A funeral, Mrs. Kingsley.

One of our largest
private accounts

and a dear
personal friend.

There was no
way I could miss

paying my last respects.

I returned
from the funeral

a little after 2:00.

Telephoned Harrington,

who told me that the
money had not arrived.

I immediately
informed the police

and the car and young
Garwood were found

in a lane just off
the main Denton road.

The police
asked me to check

that I still had the
keys to the security box.

I opened the
safe in my office

where I put them and
they were not there.

Did Felton have a
key to your safe sir?

Yes.

Yes, he did.

Young Garwood can confirm
all this, of course.

Presumably, you will
be speaking to him?

I thought Mr. Garwood had
no memory of that day.

Only as I understand it

from the time he was
struck on the head.

He can most certainly

corroborate events
prior to that.

I doubt it sir.

Last night someone put a
bullet through his brain

just like they did
poor old Mr. Felton.

Gerald, where are you?

It's all right my darling.

I'm coming.

Please.

Please.

Where did you go?

You went away.

You know I don't
like you going away.

Well, you were
asleep my darling.

Come on now.

Why are those men here?

They've come to see
how you are my darling.

You must go now she
gets very nervous.

It isn't her fault
you understand.

Now why don't we
read you a book.

Way to end up hey guv.

In a room, like a
flipping museum.

All those photographs.

I suppose it must
have been their son.

Pride and joy by
the look of it.

What?

Pride and joy, the son.

Yes.

I suppose so.

You're dead aren't
you Tracy Love.

There's always hope.

Yeah, there's always hope.

So either Felton was
working on his own

and he was turned
over afterwards

or he was working
with an accomplice

and they fell out.

So we have a motive,

and the opportunity.

Well, apart from
Harrington over at Exley

who died four years ago,

three people knew

that money was
leaving the bank.

Now Felton and
Garwood are dead.

So that leaves
old man Powell.

If he did end up
with the 40,000,

judging by the
way he lives,

he hasn't done
much with it.

Not unless he needed
it for something else.

Frost.

Yes.

How you finding
things here?

Fine, thanks.

Any problems?

No, sir.

Thanks.

Good.

That was the jolly
ballistic boys.

Have we got those
fags I gave you?

No.

Don't lie to me,
give me one.

They say that the
bullet that killed
Garwood last night

was fired from
the same gun

that killed Felton
30 years ago.

They suggest it
might be significant.

You mean they were both
killed by the same person?

No, by the same gun.

What did you
give me this for?

Charlie,
what have we got..

No, I'll do that sir.

Yes, sir.

Right away sir.

I sat there,

all night I sat there,

trying to feel something.

She was my wife
and she was dying

and I couldn't feel
anything for her.

Things started to
go wrong for us

God knows how
many years ago.

When we found out
she couldn't have kids,

I don't know,
she just changed.

We changed.

She suddenly became
all house proud.

Everything had to be
clean and neat and tidy.

You take one look at me.

With my job.

I'm a street copper,

that's where I belong.

But that wasn't good
enough for her now.

She wanted me to
go for promotion,

to be ambitious,

to make
something of myself.

She wanted something
to be proud of you see,

and what poor
Carol got was me.

She came to despise
me in the end.

I know she did.

I used to
dread going home

to see that look
of disappointment
in her face.

So I stopped going home.

You know,
I'd use any excuse.

Anyway I uh..

I met someone else.

When don't you?

I made up my
mind to leave her

and the very day I plucked
up courage to tell her

the doctor phoned
me at the station.

She got cancer.

18 months to live.

She always had trouble
with her stomach, nerves.

Anyway, she
wanted to know.

She hoped she could cope.

She went to pieces.

She clung to me for the
first time in years.

Her whole body shaking.

You will look
after me Billy.

You will look
after me Billy.

You'll look after
me, won't you.

I said, of course,
I'll look after you.

Of course, I'll stay
and take care of you.

I went out and
got so drunk.

I was still drunk when
the call came through

about this nutter
with a gun.

And before they
could stop me

I was moving in on him.

You know what
I was thinking.

All I was thinking was

go on you bugger, shot me

'cause I don't give a damn

one way or the other.

And for this act of
outstanding heroism

I got a medal.

I think that was the
happiest day of her life,

you know.

She was standing next to
me at Buckingham Palace.

At last I'd
done something

to make her proud of me.

And I wasn't even
there when she died.

She'd of liked that.

You even let me
down on that Billy.

Can't trust you
to do anything.

I've got a copy of
the medical reports

on the caretaker,
Albert Burrow.

Remember guv.

He went missing shortly
after the robbery.

The doctor says that

although Burrow
broke his leg

some 19 months previous

there's no reason
why this interfered

with the efficient
performance
of his caretaker..

(not listening)

Look, I've got a couple
of things to do.

You stay and have a cup
of tea or something.

I'll be back
here in an hour.

What time was this?

Be about seven,

just before I phoned you.

Tell me about the son.

It's hearsay mind,

but straight out of
the deep blue sea
by all accounts.

Went to the RAF,

Ieft in something
of a hurry.

Bit of a scandal about
a mess bill or something.

Started a vintage
car business,

that went down the pan.

Started something
else, ditto.

Before he knew it,

he's got more creditors
than this has got bones.

So 40,000 pounds

might have got him out
of a lot of trouble.

Might have done.

Trouble is the
robbery was in 1961

and he threw himself
under a train in 1957.

Sorry Jack.

Not your day, is it?

No.

Not my day at all.

Wait here till I need you.

The editor told me

that he'd spoken
to Mr. Garwood

and the bank manager
who refused to give
him an interview.

At the time,

I thought he meant
the present bank
manager, Mr. Hudson.

But now,
of course, I realize

he meant you Mr. Powell.

That means that you knew

that Felton's body
had been found

before Garwood
had been murdered,

but you told me the
first you knew of it

was when you read about
it in the morning paper.

That is after
Garwood's death.

You lied Mr. Powell.

You lied 'cause
you killed him,

didn't you?

Let me speak to your wife.

No, my wife knows
nothing of this.

I want to talk to her.

Have you still
got the gun sir?

Yes.

I think that you
ought to give it to me,

don't you?

What happens now?

I must ask you
to come with me.

No,

I can't allow that.

I've already got one
medal Mr. Powell.

I don't need another.

Alright.

Alright.

It's because the
box was empty.

That's how you
know, isn't it?

Something like that, yes.

I knew you'd see.

I knew as soon
as you found him.

My son, had so
many grandiose ideas

he thought he
was so clever,

but the scum that he mixed
with are far cleverer.

They took him
for thousands.

In order to get
himself out of trouble

he misappropriated
some 25,000 pounds

of his client's money.

That's a lot of
money in those days.

A fortune.

He came to me

not for the first time

begging for help.

How could I refuse him?

My son, the light of
his mother's life.

For sometime
I've been handling
the financial affairs

of an old lady called
Mrs. Kingsley.

It was close on a
quarter million pounds

Iying untouched in
her deposit account.

She trusted me implicitly.

Getting the 25,000
pounds was not difficult.

No, it wasn't too
honest either was it.

He would have
gone to prison.

I couldn't allow it.

His mother idolized him.

To this day,

she has no idea how
much pain he caused.

So you fiddled the
old lady's books.

I had every intention
of paying it back,

every last penny.

A month later
he wanted more.

This time I said no.

He begged, but
I remained firm.

This time he'd have
to find his own way

out of the mess he'd
made of his life.

He went to London,

wrote me a note

and killed himself.

His mother....

His mother was left
completely broken.

And you were
left to account

for the 25,000
pounds you'd stolen.

As long as the
old lady was alive

I had breathing space.

For two years
I lived on my nerves,

repaying what
money I could,

terrified that
my wife would..

then in quick succession
I received two body blows.

Felton, my chief clock
found out about money,

began blackmailing me,

threatening
to tell my wife

whose health
was already..

Then the news
I'd been dreading.

The old lady died.

Only a matter of time
before my deception
was uncovered.

And then out of the
blue apparent salvation.

I was asked to
transfer the money
to the Exley branch.

When I informed Felton

that he was to
act as courier.

He immediately saw
it as a way for me

to payback
the stolen money

and for him to
pocket the rest.

We would
arrange for a fake
robbery to take place.

I would slip away
from the funeral

and set up an
obstruction in the road.

When young Garwood
stopped the car

Felton would knock
him unconscious.

When he came round,

Felton would tell of
a masked man with a gun

accost them both.

Meantime, I would
return to the funeral,

throwing away the
open and empty box

for the police
to find later.

And the money?

The 40,000.

Money was in
the last place

that anyone would
think of looking for it.

It never left my office.

The box was empty
the whole time.

The police would be
looking for an armed man

with a sack full of
money and find neither

because they were
non-existent.

Now that is clever.

But something went wrong.

Something went wrong.

He's alright.

He's alright.

The windshield,

shoot the
bloody windshield

The keys,

unlock the bloody case.

I changed into
my dark suit

before going
to the funeral.

In doing so,

I'd placed the keys on
top of my filing cabinet.

They were still there.

You stupid,
bloody old fool.

There was only one
thing left for me.

To make it appear that the
robbery had taken place

and that Felton
was involved.

I took my keys
before I left

to make it appear that
Felton had taken them.

On my way home,

I threw them away

when it was
completely dark.

I took him to the
woods and I buried him.

It was only then
I realized what I'd done

throwing away the keys

before putting the
money back in the box.

How could I explain it if
the body were found

and the box cut open,

and revealed to be empty.

I went back with
a spade and an ax.

I severed his arm.

The flesh was swollen.

The chain wouldn't move.

I dug another hole.

When I returned home

I scrubbed my
hands till they bled.

At a pinch I might
just understand

how you came
to kill Felton,

but killing Garwood.

I knew you would
question Garwood

and if there
was the chance,

just the
slightest chance

that he would..

See,

I love my wife
very much inspector

and she needs me you see.

I'm the only
one she trusts.

She depends on
me entirely.

Without me she
couldn't exist

and if I were to
be taken from her,

I didn't want
to kill Garwood,

but it was his..

(gunshot)

You all right.

(gunshot)

(Police radio)

Mr. and Mrs.
Gerald Powell,

shot her,
then shot himself.

Sort of one sided
suicide pact.

The newspapers are
going to love it.

What's happening?

Is the pathologist
having it?

No, straight
to the morgue.

I mean I have to
inform the next of kin.

There is no next of kin.

And old Jack got
a thump on the head

so I'd stay out of his
way when he gets back.

You all right guv.

Yeah, I'm all right.

Broke the door
down, did you?

Yeah.

I thought you
were in trouble.

That was a bit
daft wasn't it.

You could have got your
bloody head blown off.

I must have been
(unintelligible)
the poor old sod.

No.

He just loved her.

Not today, thank you.

HQ to DI Frost, are
you reading me please

Yes, what is it.

Don't tell me
you found someone else

with a bullet in his bump.

No, Jack, we
found the girl.

She's all right Linda.

She's all right.

She was just left
outside Casualty.

Sedated and wrapped
in a blanket.

There's no evidence
of any kind of assault.

Apart from the bang on
the head, she's fine.

I'll see if I can get them

to get you a cup
of tea, all right.

Mr. Frost.

You all right guv.

Seem to spend
half my rotten life
in this hospital.

Let's get out of here,

go and get some decent
petro fumes down our
lungs for God's sake.

What's this?

It's just a blanket

and the clothes
she was wearing.

No, this, cat's hair.

You're covered in it.

Guv, where are they?

What?

The cats.

Annie.

What happened Annie?

Children, they come here.

They torment me.

Throw stones,

break windows,

call me witch.

Last Sunday she come,

the girl.

She see me and call
me filthy names.

Where do children
learn such words?

I find it best
to say nothing.

They get bored.

They go away.

But this one.

She kept on and on,

and then she throw stones.

My kitten was outside,

my lovely white kitten.

She hits it.

It cry with pain,

and suddenly
I am so angry,

angry for all those years

and I'm taking up a stone

and I'm throwing
it and she fall.

And when I see what I
have done I'm frightened.

I hide her and
stop the blood

and give her medicine
for to sleep.

But I know she need doctor

and I take
her to hospital.

I know she tell you.

I know you come.

I know I must be punished.

Guv.

If I am not here,

who cares for them?

Who look after them?

Of course, the
irony of it all is

that if the girl's mother

had been 20
minutes earlier,

that body would probably
remained in those woods

for another 30 years.

Was the first thing
that struck me sir

was the irony of it all.

I remember saying
to DC Barnard

as they carted Powell and
his wife off to the morgue

how ironic, I said.

If you excuse me sir,

I have some
paperwork to clear up.

I was really very sorry

to hear about your wife.

If there's
anything I can do.

Thank you.

Oh, and you
better get on to the
social services people.

What for sir?

A mother lets her young
daughter run the streets

when she uses the
home for prostitution.

Come on now Jack.

But that means
they might take the
kid away from her.

That's for them to decide.

But she loves that kid.

It's called care
and protection.

Well, I suppose
someone's got to pay

for that bloody
helicopter, haven't they?

Sir.

And you will let me

have your reports
in writing, won't you?

Take the car and I'll
see you in the morning.

All right guv.

9:00 tomorrow,

pick me up half eight.

Guv.

Go on.