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What exactly
is in that sandwich?

Don´t know, boss.

The wife buys it.

It´s sort of cheese spread
with prawns or something.

You want one?

No, thank you.

I thought you liked
your food.

Exactly, Pinkney,
I like my food.

Pass the binoculars,
Mike.

Thanks.

I don´t know, boss.

The wife buys it.

Oh, he´s all right.

He´s still got acne.
How can he be married?

We were all young once.
Even you, boss.

Yes, but I never resembled,
in any way, shape, or form,

Detective Constable
Dean Pinkney.

Now, that
I can believe.

Anything?

There´s some wild garlic
growing round here somewhere.

That nose!
It´s wasted in this job.

Not for much longer.

When´s the big day?

Seven weeks, three days,

and eight hours.

You know
what the worst thing

about being a policeman
is, Mike?

The worst thing
about being a policeman --

Tango Victor Golf.

Suspect vehicle just
pulled off the London Road!

Headlights.

Yeah, I can see them now.

Something´s wrong!

He´s getting away!

Let´s get after him!

Come on!

He´s sussed us, boss.

Dean-O, start the car.
Come on, let´s go!

No, no, you go ahead.
I´ll wait here.

Come on!

Boss, what are you
playing at?

Tell me what you think.

Chardonnay grape.

New World.

Australian, perhaps.

Not bad.
New Zealand, actually.

Cloudy Bay, ´92.

I thought it might
slip down rather well

with this excellent
prosciutto di Parma.

I prefer a red wine
with Parma ham, myself.

You´re everything
they say about you,

Inspector Crabbe.

What?

And all we need now
is some pepper.

I´ve done my research,
you see.

Always know your enemy.

Thank you.

Well, I´m glad
we´ve finally met,

because we´ve got a lot
in common, haven´t we?

Good food, fine wine,

we appreciate quality.

And you know as well
as I do

that you can´t learn that.

It´s instinctive.
It´s a gift.

I mean, you can learn
the price of things,

but the -- the value
will remain a mystery.

And you know something else
we´ve got in common?

We don´t
suffer fools gladly,

which must make life
very difficult for you,

because you´re

surrounded by them,
aren´t you?

I mean, how do you
tolerate them?

I deeply resent it,
you know,

having to skulk
in this rat hole

like some tin-pot
villain.

I love my country, Crabbe,
and you´re the one

who´s forcing me
to leave it.

You shouldn´t get upset
when you´re eating.

It´s very bad
for your digestion.

Yes, quite right.

I do apologize.

I won´t get anything like
the face value, of course.

I´ll be lucky to clear
3.5, 4 million.

That´s a lot of money.

Well, of course
it is,

and it´s a drop
in the ocean.

Either way,
it isn´t yours.

Have some prosciutto.

Have some wine.

Look...

nobody got bashed
on the head.

Nobody died, nobody suffered,
and nobody will.

Well, maybe there´ll be
an extra penny

on a couple of million
insurance policies.

So what?

It´s painless crap,
victimless.

Do you know
what the worst thing

about being
a policeman is?

The worst thing
about being a policeman --

For God´s sake,

man,
for once in your life,

do the sensible thing --
walk away.

Here, look.
Enjoy your retirement.

You deserve it.

Dudley Hooperman,
I´m arresting you

on suspicion
of theft.

You have the right
to remain silent,

but anything you do say

may be used in evidence
against you.

You´re a bit of
a disappointment, Crabbe.

Ah!

Damn, not that, Hooperman!

Oh, I´m sorry
I´m late, Henry.

The Drummonds are in a twist
about their VAT again.

How are you?

Awful.

Lunch today
was lamb chops Creole.

Being shot was
infinitely preferable.

The trouble
with butcher´s shops is,

they´re always freezing.

I´ve got your sandwiches
in here somewhere.

Did you phone
the solicitors?

I had to go through
six months´ accounts

in the back of a shop

with a cold store door
open half the time.

Margaret, did you
phone the solicitors?

Yes.

And?

We can exchange contracts
next week.

Fantastic.

Fantastic!

I had this sort of,
you know, wild notion

there might be
some smoked salmon in here.

I put lots in.
Can´t you find it?

It´s supposed to be
a sandwich,

not a treasure hunt.

Henry,
the restaurant business

is notoriously risky.

As an investment, it is
a complete nightmare.

You´re better off
putting the whole lot

on the favorite
at the Grand National.

Are you speaking
as my accountant or my wife?

Both.

Look...

this is the last straw.

I want to get out now

while I´ve still got
all my limbs

and enough life left
to do something else.

It would have to be cooking.

You make it sound perverted.

Oh, I´m sorry, Henry,
you know how I feel

about food -- it´s just fuel,
as far as I´m concerned.

I really don´t mind
what I eat,

as long as it
keeps me on my feet.

I´ve got to go --
I´ve got a client waiting.

Margaret...

the restaurant really
is a huge gamble.

I mean, if you´re really
dead set against it,

we´ll pull out.

No, no.

You´re determined
to go ahead with it.

So, okay,
let´s do it.

Just don´t expect me

to jump up and down
with excitement.

Bye, darling.

Bye, Margaret.

Thanks, Margaret.

Five minutes.

Five minutes what, sir?

I will only be
five minutes, Constable.

Of course.

Could you give us
a couple of minutes, please?

Give a shout
if you need anything.

Thanks.

Well, this is
a pleasant surprise, sir.

How´s the leg?

Well, it´s pretty good.

The bullet missed
just about

everything
of importance

and ended up
in the calf muscle,

which, as you can imagine,

is a bit of a challenge,
in my case.

Good, glad to hear
you´re on the mend.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, no need
for the "sir"

when it´s just
the two of us.

We should be able
to talk as friends,

despite the difference
in rank.

I hear you´ve put in
your resignation.

Yes.

May I ask why?

Well, just had enough,
that´s all.

Been a policeman
for 25 years.

That´s a quarter
of a century.

On top of which,
I´m really

not built
for dodging bullets.

I make far too big
a target.

I´m the youngest
Assistant Chief Constable

in the county,
you know.

A lot of pressure comes
with that particular territory.

You have to learn quickly,
think on your feet.

I´m talking about
social skills, Henry.

Really?

Yeah.

The promotion has given
me a new perspective.

The higher up the rung you are,
the clearer the view.

And what can you see?

I see two young men

who joined the force
at the same time.

Two young men
with identical ambitions,

keen as hell to be
bloody good coppers, Henry.

Yes, and now one of them
is Assistant Chief Constable

and the other is a mere
Detective Inspector.

That´s the bottom line, yeah?

Yes -- well,

obviously I never
got the hang of this job.

I always thought it was
about catching criminals.

I didn´t realize
the real work

was done on the golf course

or at the rugby club
or in the lodge.

Well, I´m too big
for golf,

I´m far too slow
for rugby,

and I only ever wear
an apron when I´m cooking.

I came here
to talk to you as a friend,

and all you do is trot out

the same sort of flippant,
insubordinate rubbish

that´s held you back
all these years.
Sorry, sir.

I think you ought to know,

there´s going to be
an internal inquiry

into the Hooperman fiasco.

I see.

I wonder if you do.

We had him
right there,

in the palm of our hand,
and still he got away.

Do you realize how much work
went into that operation?

Well, of course I do.

I did it.

My God, criminy!

Sir?

The Chief Constable is
on the car phone, sir.

Right.

You´re Inspector Crabbe,
aren´t you?

I´m afraid so, yes.

I´ve heard a lot
about you, sir.

Oh, dear.

You´re a bit
of a legend.

People still talk
about how you

put the Musgrave
brothers away.

I was a Detective Constable

in those days,
a mere cog in the wheel.

I´ve heard about
your cooking, too.

Apparently, your
steak-and-kidney pie

is addictive.

They say it should be
on the list

of banned substances.

Well, now, that´s
a rumor I won´t deny.

I must go.

Get well soon, sir.

Tell me, Constable,

how does a person
of your undoubted abilities

come to be driving
Freddy Fisher around?

Just good luck,
I suppose, sir.

I suppose Jean-Marie
is going back to France?

Jean-Marie´s real name
is Gerald,

and he´s scurried back
to Dunstable.

This is the third time
I´ve been here,

and I get more discouraged
every time.

I mean, look
at this place.

But it´s the location
that counts, Margaret.

I´ve checked out
the demography

and the topography,
I´ve sampled the competition.

I´ve even counted
how many posh cars

there are
in the station car park.

There´s no such thing
as a dead cert

in the restaurant business,
Margaret,

but this is about
as good as we´re going to get.

All right, if this is
such a good location,

what happened
to Gerald of Dunstable?

"Les fruits de mer
Jean-Marie --

a symphony of seafood
in a piquant Pernod sauce."

Need I say more?

Obviously people
around here

are familiar
with Crabbe´s Law.

"Avoid menus
that use musical terminology."

Avoid menus
altogether,

if you ask me.

Why, it´s much too small.

It´s completely
the wrong shape.

Everything is
in the wrong place.

But, but none
of that matters.

Because here we have
the pièce de résistance --

the jewel in the crown.

Looks remarkably
like an oven to me.

Oh, you don´t understand,
Margaret.

This thing has got
a personality,

a life of its own.

You´ve got to woo it,
charm it,

find out about
its little quirks.

Takes time and patience,
but once you win it over,

it´ll do anything
you want.

Well, I´m very happy
for both of you.

I´m also very happy we don´t
have to buy a new one.

I don´t think you realize

how short of cash
we´re going to be,

even with a bank loan.

We´re going to
have to lease equipment

wherever possible --
a freezer, for example,

food blenders,
coffee machine.

You see?
You´re taking an interest.

It´s only because I don´t
want us to go bankrupt.

I´m an accountant,
for heaven´s sake.

What would
my clients say?

Right, I´m going upstairs
to do some measuring.

Are you coming?

No, you go on.
I´ll come up in a minute.

Hello, Mike.
Come in, come in.

I saw your car outside.

Well, well.

Got potential,
has it, boss?

Oh, I hope so, yes.

How´s the leg been?

Oh, great,
terrific.

That´s good news.

Yeah -- come in,
come in, sit down.

You´re a long way
from the nick, aren´t you?

Yeah, we´ve been doing
door-to-door in Ilkworth.

No, you haven´t.

You´ve been catching up
on your paperwork.

What?
No, no --

Yes, you´ve got
correcting fluid

on your hands, you see.

You can keep no secrets
from me,

Mike Skinner.

So, what have you come
all the way out here for?

I thought you
ought to know --

they´re going ape
about Hooperman.

Oh, I know.

Freddy Fisher came
to see me in hospital.

Steam was coming
out of his ears.

He needs a scapegoat,
and I´m going to be it, right?

It was good of you
to come and warn me.

You don´t seem
very upset, boss.

I´ll be a free man soon.

Freddy Fisher
can´t touch me then.

This is my world now.

The bathroom´s microscopic,
Henry,

I don´t know how you´re
going to manage.

Oh, hello, Mike.

Hello, Mrs. Crabbe.

I was just saying
to Mike,

why doesn´t he come home
with us for supper?

No, no.

I promised Debs
I´ll be home for tea.

There´s something in the oven
I think you might like.

Don´t do this to me.

Leave the poor man
alone, Henry.

It´s a steak-and-kidney pie.

Oh, God.

Oh, yes.

Actually,
I haven´t tried

this variation for ages.

I had some rough Burgundy
left over, you see.

So I seared the steak

with a little beef drippings,
then added flour --

Honestly, I think you
prefer talking about it

to anything else.

This is the bit I like.

Oh, I think you´ve
cracked it this time.

This could be a 10.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

I´m a ruined man,
Mrs. Crabbe.

Totally corrupted.

How so, Mike?

Well, when I met
your husband,

I was a normal bloke

with normal habits.

I´m talking
about food, of course.

What else?

If it wasn´t fried,

it wasn´t worth eating.

And I was getting through
a bottle of ketchup a day.

My idea
of a culinary treat

was a night on the lager,
followed by two prawn vindaloos.

Not while we´re eating,
Mike, please.

Then he came along.

You know what I did
the other day?

I went in the shop,
and I bought

a bottle
of extra virgin olive oil.

It was terrible.

I couldn´t help myself.

Sad. Very sad.

Mmm!

It´s a winner.
One of the best.

Margaret,

you´re not eating.

Oh, I´m sorry, Henry.

Not very hungry.

I had a bar
of chocolate earlier.

There´s only one person
who´s completely immune

to my cooking, and that´s
the person I´m married to.

I´ve tried everything,
believe me.

I must be taste-blind
or something.

Oh, but I haven´t given up.
I´ll get you in the end.

Everyone has their price
and everyone has their dish.

Isn´t that right, Mike?

You said it, boss.

And one day, I´ll find yours,
and then we´ll see.

Damn it. Blast.

There´s something I´ve got to
tell you, Margaret.

It´s about Dudley Hooperman.

What about Dudley Hooperman?

He took my pepper mill.

What, the silver one
you carry around?

Yeah.

Margaret gave it to me
when we got married.

That´s...

That´s absolutely
outrageous!

He stole it?

Well, he´s a thief --
that´s what he does.

Thanks, boss,
that was great.

Well, it´s nice to cook

for somebody who
actually eats.

Don´t forget,
on the opening night,

there will be a meal
on the house.

I´ll hold you to that.

The restaurant,
what are you going to call it?

Pie in the Sky.

Back in the land of
the living, eh, boss?

If this is the land of
the living, Pinkney,

what are you doing here?

You going in with
the Heavy Mob?

I am being interviewed,
Pinkney, yes.

They had me
in for 10 minutes.

No sweat.

How very reassuring.

Where´s Mike Skinner?

Sick.

Flu or something.

Chief Inspector Hopkins
will see you now, sir.

Ah, thank you, Constable.

And after that,
Mr. Fisher wants a word.

Perfect.

If I might explain,
Inspector Crabbe,

you´re not here as an accused
officer at this stage,

but as a witness.

Our intention this afternoon
is to take down your statement

as accurately as possible.

And that means every detail.

Do you understand?

Yes, I understand, sir.

Two things struck me as odd.

First, the car hit
the airfield at high speed

and didn´t slow down.

Actually,
it accelerated.

Secondly, when it turned,

I noticed
the exhaust emission.

It was white vapor.

And what did you deduce

from these observations,
Inspector?

The speed of the car
suggested the driver

had no intention of stopping
on the airfield at all.

The white fumes suggested
that the engine was cold.

Now, we knew from information

that Hooperman was
coming up from London.

But that car
couldn´t have traveled

more than a couple of miles,

so it was unlikely
that he was in it.

That´s when it occurred to me

that the car
was probably a decoy,

last minute bit of insurance
in case anyone was watching.

And that´s when
you realized

that Hooperman was
already on the airfield.

No, that´s when I realized

that he might
be on the airfield.

So, you sent DS Skinner
and DC Pinkney

off in pursuit of the vehicle

and went off after Hooperman
all on your own?

Sort of.

He poured a glass of wine

and invited me
to taste it.

There was a bit of
prosciutto on the table.

He asked me to sit down.

I could see his briefcase
on the floor.

Prosciutto or di Parma
was it?

Just put "ham."

So you sat down and had
a glass of wine

with the man before arresting
him, did you?

Very friendly touch, that.

Very civilized.

Yeah, so civilized
he shot me in the leg.

Yes, I was reading
the surgeon´s report.

"The bullet entered
the gastrocknemius --"

Gastrocnemius.

"The calf muscle

"at a downward angle
of about 45 degrees,

"missing the tibia and causing
only minor bruising

to the peroneal nerve."

The surgeon said, "The bullet
caused minimal damage.

I couldn´t have placed it
better myself."

What are you suggesting,
I shot myself

having consulted
a textbook on anatomy

to minimize the injury?

Now, there´s a thought.

I´m withdrawing your
application to resign, Crabbe.

Why, sir?

You´re suspended from duty

for health reasons
until further notice.

You can hardly resign
while you´re suspended,

can you?

I don´t understand.

I played golf with the Chief
Constable yesterday.

He´s worried, Crabbe.
Very worried indeed.

There´s a crisis of confidence
in the police at the moment.

Unsafe convictions,
wrongful arrests,

allegations of misconduct,

and now
the Hooperman fiasco.

The press are having
a field day.

Well, think about it.

Hooperman walks away

and what happens?

The investigating officer
retires

and opens a restaurant.

How the bloody hell
do you think that looks?

So... your retirement
goes on hold, Inspector,

until the inquiry is over,

which may be some time

because this is going
to be a rigorous

and comprehensive inquiry,
believe you me.

Today was
just the overture.

Cambridge will
drive you home.

So, how come I get a lift

in the Assistant Chief
Constable´s car?

He asked me to assess
your state of mind

in the light of recent
developments.

My state of mind?

Ha ha ha ha ha!

So...
what shall I tell him, sir?

Tell him I´m over the moon.
Tell him I´m sick as a parrot.

Tell him anything you think
will annoy him the most.

Ah! Here we are.
Pull in just there, would you?

Here we are!

Sorrel!

It´s like spinach, only better!

Sweat some onions in butter.

Add sorrel, cook it down.

Then add water or stock season.

Toward the end, you stir in
a little cream

or the yolks of a couple
of eggs --

Sorrel soup.

Fisher was
the investigating officer

on the Musgrave
investigation, wasn´t he, sir?

I looked it up.

In fact, over the years,

he´s done pretty well
out of you, hasn´t he, sir?

Or...

cook the sorrel
down to a puree,

serve it with
soft-boiled eggs.

Maybe that´s why

he doesn´t want to
let you go.

Well, I´m going
whether he likes it

or not.

To hell with this thing.

Oh, damn!

Agh! Oh!

And there´s nothing Fisher
can do to stop me.

I´m assuming --
no, I´m praying --

it´s a mistake.

But there´s
a man out there

who wants to
deliver something.

Oh, they weren´t supposed
to deliver this till next week.

I´m sorry, Margaret.
I was going to tell you.

This is the last straw!

But...

I wasn´t planning on
having many.

A few white leghorns, maybe.

Some Welsummers.

Buff cochins, perhaps.

Unbelievable.

Those are the ones
with the feathery legs,

as if they´re wearing
little trousers.

They´re really
rather attractive.

But the main thing is

we´ll be able to use our
own eggs in the kitchen.

A hen house?!

Right!

If these chickens lay
as many eggs as you claim,

I estimate the cost
of production per egg

over the first 12 months
is £2, 67p.

Honestly, accountants.

And as for that hen house,

at that price, we ought
to live in it.

You think everything
can be reduced

to a column of figures,
don´t you?

I mean, how do you
put a price on

black plumage with
a greenish

Or the close relationship
that can develop

between bird and man,
eh, eh?

I thought chickens
were extremely stupid.

Look, after Detective
Constable Dean Pinkney,

it will be like
a Mensa conference.

Is everything
all right at work?

Fine. Fine.

What about this
inquiry business?

Oh, that´s just
some nonsense

drummed up
by Freddy Fisher

for the benefit of
the chief constable.

So, you´re not in any
sort of trouble then?

Certainly not, Margaret.

What an extraordinary
suggestion.

Don´t make them
like this anymore.

No, they don´t.

There you go.
Thanks.

Yes, we must face up
to the fact

that the police force
in a post-industrial society

must redefine the parameters
of its functions.

Serving the public in
the fullest sense of the word

requires constant
self-appraisal

of the most vigorous kind.

And after our service,

we must learn to interact
with our public.

Margaret!

I don´t think the television
survived the move!

And it´s the same with
the salad stuff.

Just get on a dog and bone
first thing,

and I´ll tell you what´s good.

Anything you don´t like
the look of, just send it back.

Oh, good.

Now, what about potatoes?

My raison d´être,
as it happens.

Ha ha ha.
Um, right.

Jersey Royals,

when in season,
of course.

Of course.

Maris Piper
for chips and roast,

although I like
Pentland Dell

for roast if possible.

No problem.

Ah.

and King Edwards
for mashing.

Like a bit of mashed,
do you?

Oh, it´s one of my
obsessions, I´m afraid.

You ever try Colcannon?

It´s mashed potatoes
and cabbage

with spring onions

and a little cream
and butter.

Eating in restaurants goes
against my principles,

but I´m getting to like
the sound of yours.

Ha ha.

Ready to give it all up?

Oh, hang on, I want
Margaret to see this.

Margaret!

Would you care to
join us, Mr. Henderson?

Wouldn´t want to
miss this.

Cheers.

Here you are.

Okay, right.

We have liftoff.

Ha ha!

Cheers!

Oh, come along, chaps.
Help yourselves.

Good luck.
To your health.

Cheers.
And cheers.

Definitely something
familiar about you.

Something in the eyes.

Yes.

That strange mixture

of complete stupidity
and naked ambition.

I think I´ll call you Fisher.

Henry?!
Are you there?!

Henry, the first of your
cooks is here!

Chefs, Margaret!
We call them chefs!

I can hear music.

Yes.

Elgar.
Yes.

Henry, it is coming from
the chicken shed!

I thought a little light
English pastoral

might help them settle in.

And then I worked
at the Grande

with a brigade of 60.

Michele relied very
heavily on me.

So, you´re what,
chef de partie

or a commis chef?

No, I did everything.

So, you could cook
a steak and kidney pie?

Steak and kidney pie?

That´s a joke, right?

Well, steak
and kidney pie?

Well, what we did
at my last place

was we used to make a big
batch of stew, you know,

enough to last a week.

Then we´d dollop it in
the individual pie dishes

and bosh it
into the microwave.

We popped a pastry
lid on, you know,

for the real pie effect.

You can buy the pastry
lids frozen, you know.

You feeling
all right, mate?

It was a total party!

I was there for
at least a month.

But the manager...

Complete prat!

Always on me!
So, I walked.

Lee,

you´ve had...

10 jobs

in six months.

Oh, I don´t know.
I might have missed a couple.

That´s Alexis Soyer,
isn´t it?

You know
about Soyer?

Oh, yeah, he was
a famous chef

at the Reform Club.

Set up soup kitchens
for the poor in his time off.

He went to the Crimea.
Invented the field kitchen.

He nursed
Florence Nightingale

when she got cholera.

I tried to make his
reform sauce once.

Made a right pig´s ear.

You worked at the Mill.

Yeah, my girlfriend
was waitressing there.

I talked my way
into the kitchen.

It was great for a bit,

but then the boss sold up,
and the new bloke,

well, you know, it was
not my scene.

He was always buying job-lots of
frozen duck à l´orange.

So, what would you say
if I asked you to cook me
a steak and kidney pie?

I´d say yeah.

You´d have to wait till
tomorrow because

I usually marinate the steak
overnight in Guinness.

Ox kidneys or veal?

Ox definitely.

We´ve met before,
haven´t we?

Steven Turner.

Oh!

Could only happen to me.

The crime rate trebled
around here

when you were
breaking and entering.

Not anymore.

I got a job in the kitchen
while I were inside.

I started cooking and thought,
"Hold up, I´m good at this."

That´s all I want to do now.

And your girlfriend
is a waitress.

Was a waitress.

Well, I better show you
the kitchen then,

hadn´t I?

I´m sorry I´m late.

I had to go to
the wine merchants.

Hope you didn´t go berserk?
Certainly not.

It will be the shortest
wine list in catering history.

Mike Skinner phoned.

Oh, what did he want?

He wants you to meet him

at the Copthorne Hotel
as soon as possible.

He said it was urgent.

Gin and tonic, please.

No ice, no slice.

There you are,
you old so-and-so.

It´s my shout.

What´s your poison?
Garcon!

So, how´s tricks, Henry,
me old mate?

Please don´t think
I´m being rude,

but who the hell are you?

Ha ha.
Is that the time?

I don´t think I can
wait for that drink.

Ha ha ha.

Best wishes from
Mr. Hooperman.

Hooperman!

Sorry.

I´m sorry.

I´m so sorry.

Excuse me, sir.

I´ll take the envelop
if you don´t mind, sir.

It´s all right.

No problem.

The bills are part
of a batch stolen

in the city last year.

Yes,
I´m sure they are.

You say you had a phone
call from DS Skinner.

My wife took the call.

DS Skinner was
with us all day,

and he didn´t make any calls.

Obviously, DS Skinner
didn´t make the call.

Who was it then?

Whoever was setting me up.

Crabbe, if you
haven´t already done so,

I´d advise you to
contact your solicitor.

In other words,

there´s a chance
we may not open at all.

How long it will be before
I know one way or the other

I can´t tell you.

So, if you two want to start
looking for work elsewhere,

it´s fine by me.

We´re not leaving yet.

We´ve only
just got here.

Oh, hello.

Hello, Debbie.
Is Mike in?

No, he isn´t.

Oh, do you know
where he is?

I´ve got to talk to him.

He´s at the golf club.

Some stag night.

Thanks, Debbie.

Tell him to get
his arse

back here,
will you, Inspector?

You shouldn´t have
come here, boss.

It´s a private party.

I got to talk to you!

Come on.

So...

what do you
want to talk about?

I need your help, Mike.

What can I do?

Look...

there´s a lot of
sympathy for you.

You´re a good copper,

but you never got
what you deserved.

So...

you went for the dosh,

had a bit of unofficial
compensation,

but it didn´t work.

They caught you at it,
boss.

You blew it.

End of story.

Still...

you got your bloody
pepper mill back.

When they picked me up,

they didn´t find
the pepper mill.

They weren´t looking for it.

All they were interested in were
those treasury bills.

The only people that know

I got the pepper mill back

were Hooperman and whoever
was working for him.

What´s that supposed
to mean?

It´s a classic case of denial.

If you´re saying what
I think you´re saying,

I bloody deny it,
all right.

No, I´m talking about myself.

I´ve known there was something
up with you a long time ago.

I just couldn´t face it,
that´s all.

I didn´t want to know.

That´s another reason I´m not
fit for this job anymore.

It was you, Mike.

It´s too late, boss.

It won´t wash.

You´re just going to have
to grin and bear it.

I´m afraid not, Mike.

I´m going to come after you.

And you know what I´m like --
once I start, I won´t stop.

You stopped
ages ago, boss.

Face it.

What was it like, Mike?

Coming to my house,
eating my food...

what did it feel like?

It didn´t spoil
your appetite,

did it?

Oh, there you are.

What´s going on?

Where´s Maltby
and Hopkins?

Packed up and gone.
The inquiry is closed.

I don´t understand.

Well, actually,
this Skinner business

changes things somewhat.

What Skinner business?

DS Skinner was killed
in a car crash

last night.

His car left the road
at high speed

and hit a tree.

He was drunk.

Poor Mike.

Not so poor, it transpired.

Cash and treasury bills
were found at his house.

He had various
deposit accounts.

All in, well over £50,000.

DCI Hopkins is convinced you
were conspiring with Skinner.

But I managed to persuade him
to leave you out of it.

I had to fight tooth and nail
for you, Crabbe.

Of course, these are
serious ramifications

concerning your
retirement situation.

Retirement?
What about my retirement?

Oh, it´s out of the question
at the moment, obviously.

Carry on with your plans,
open your...

cafe or whatever.

But, sir --
You´ll have to put it in
Margaret´s name, of course.

All I ask in return
is that you

find time for me
now and then.

Time for you?

When I need you.

And what if I can´t
find time for you?

There will be great
pressure on me

to reopen the inquiry.

The evidence
in your case is...

is very incriminating.

I´m not sure how long
I could resist that pressure.

You´re the winner in this,
Henry.

You get the best
of both worlds.

Pie in the Sky!

Cheers!

Do you know what
the worst thing

about being
a policeman is?

The worst thing about
being a policeman...

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