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Tarragon.

I´m reaching the end
of my tether with you lot.

We could have a lovely little
pond right here, you know.

Margaret wants to.

So now you know.

There´s your breakfast.

Prince Charles not the only one,
then.

Vicky.

I´m no gardener,

but surely you´ve given that one
too much.

You left this behind, H.,

when you went off
in such a hurry.

Hold it up, then.

Show a bit of pride.

You´ve filled out a bit.

It´s all this country living.

My champion marijuana grower.

Gone all straight and narrow.

Sir.

Sir, I´d like to ask you why you
went over my head yesterday

on the safe-house job.

Would you, DCI Harding?

Sir, you´ve always delegated
safe houses to me in the past.

And you´ve always whinged
about it.

Morning.

Ta.

I hope this hasn´t blown
the cover on the purslane.

Once they hear
we´ve got this going,

everyone´ll have it
on the menu.

So, who was that, then?

Henderson?

I...I used to work for her.

Been winning prizes?

Better get on if you want these
on the menu Saturday.

I´m sorry if I´ve given
the impression

that I dislike safe-house work,
sir,

and I´d like you to reconsider.

I´ve allocated another officer
to the job, Harding,

and that´s the end
of the matter.

So, where exactly
is this safe house, sir?

Wouldn´t be a safe house

if everybody knew where it was,
Crabbe.

Morning, Chef.

Morning, Gary.
I´m glad you´re early.

Listen, I´m going to be doing
a bit of outside catering

for the next couple of days,

so you´ll have to manage
without me for a bit.

I´ll be going back and forth.

Chief constable´s garden party,
is it, Chef?

Well, something like that, yes.

Now, you´re quite clear about
these starters, aren´t you?

Henderson will be coming shortly
with the asparagus

and don´t forget to tell him

we need more cucumber
for the gazpacho.

Right. Hey,
how´s that purslane coming on?

Oh, it´s superb.

You should see it
in the sunshine.

I´ve got a bit here.
I´ll show you.

On the menu for Saturday?

Oh, yes. I´ve nearly perfected
the herb dressing.

I thought I had it this morning.

I got up at 6:00.

No, no, it just needs
a rumor of tarragon and...

Right.
Well, I´m ready.

Recipe book?

The idea is that country air
will do her good.

They´ve had her
in some poky London terrace

for the last three months.

She´s got cabin fever
being cooped up so long.

Should stick
to the bridle paths.

Bridle paths
are probably full of 4x4s, sir.

May I ask what the name
of this witness actually is?

Sasha Wilkes.

- Sasha.
- Wilkes.

Wife to Colin Wilkes.

Ah. Yes.

Wouldn´t a nuclear bunker
be more appropriate, then?

She´s all we´ve got.

Wilkes has always covered
his tracks.

The problem is, the woman is
losing her zeal to testify.

The whole case collapses
without her.

Millions of pounds´ worth
of police work.

Well, surely a chat with
the divisional accountant

would get her onside in no time.

Has Wilkes made any specific
threats against his wife, sir?

He wants her dead, Crabbe.

DCI on a health kick, sir?

I´m sorry?

Mr. Harding, sir.
All this fruit and veg.

I don´t think DCI Harding
is expected, Constable.

Brownie points to you,
is it, sir?

What brownie points
were you thinking of?

High-profile job, sir.
Promotion material.

Look, I´m gonna be cooking
for our esteemed guest

in a little while.

Would you care
to have some yourself?

No, thank you.

Sir.

She´s here.

Mrs. Wilkes.

Sign there, would you, sir?

Safe delivery
of one sulky old cow.

DS Kenna, sir.

Nice to be out of the car.

You´re a real son of the soil,
aren´t you?

Don´t keep doing that!

Are you sure you should be
talking to me like that, H.?

I´m not interested
in working for you.

You´d rather work
for that nice Mr. Crabbe,

but what would
that nice Mr. Crabbe say

if he knew
you used to grow dope,

used to grow prize-winning
marijuana plants?

Mr. Crabbe the policeman.

It´s all in the past.

It was all in the past.

Panic bars in every room.

Silent operation.

Wired up to the local nick
and to Scotland Yard.

Just the three of us,
is it, then, sir?

Everything´s on
a need-to-know basis

with this operation, Crabbe.

Who´s in operational control,
sir?

Is it DCI Harding
or the inspector here?

You will be aware
that Mrs. Wilkes

is not in the most positive
frame of mind

right at the moment.

DI Crabbe has been brought in
to try and change that.

Sasha Wilkes won´t last
five minutes

against that bulldozer
of a Q.C. next week

if she´s down in the mouth.

Rather you than me.

I get the impression
DCI Harding was quite keen

to take this job, sir.

Can´t think why.
He´s never been keen before.

Still.

You´re the obvious man
for the job, Crabbe.

We´ve got a woman here
whose morale is low,

she´s turning against her
protectors, not eating properly.

Fill her full of that food
you´re always cooking

at that caf of yours.

Get her up to speed.

Simple as that, is it, sir?

Give you something to do
while the wife´s away.

It´s open.

DI Crabbe, Mrs. Wilkes.

Just thought you might like
something to eat.

Cordon bleu cooking
for the stroppy witness.

Whose idea was that?

Not mine.

Um, the tray?

Well, that´s an omelet,
of course,

and that is a purslane salad.

Now, purslane was first
introduced to this country

in the 16th century
from the East Indies.

But lately
it´s fallen out of favor.

Until now.

Until now.

Pass me that, will you?

Oh.

Back into the dustbin
of history.

DS Kenna still here?

He is, yes.

He leaves a trail of dandruff
wherever he goes, that man.

Like Hansel and Gretel.

Just thought I´d pop outside,
breath of fresh air.

Been upstairs, then?

I´ll let you have the location
this time tomorrow.

Mr. Wilkes would sooner
you just let us have it now.

He´s very keen to make contact
with his wife.

I´m sure he is.

Maybe we should just have
a little look for ourselves.

I´d rather you just stayed
out of sight.

Think we stick out
in the Home Counties, then?

If I let you have
the safe house now,

it´ll be bloody obvious
who told you about it.

Mr. Wilkes knows that.

This time tomorrow,
there´ll be someone else

sitting in the spotlight.

Some of the finest herbs
I´ve ever seen.

Just growing here, out the back.

Smell that rosemary.

What do you say to a herb pastry
with the steak and kidney?

-Of course.

What, straight out of
the ground?

That´s the money there.

That money is for the job.

It´s not to be touched
until then.

I know what you people are like
with money.

This is for you.

So there´s no temptation.

No cock-up.

Clear about everything?

I need a good clear shot.

Do your talking
right out in the open.

Like you said.

You can take the cover
off the seat now.

I know what you people are like
with hygiene.

No pastry for me, thanks.

Pie is not a pie without pastry.

Thank you.

There you are.
Help yourselves to veg.

Sit wherever you like.

I´ll sit in the TV room.

You can cook, then.

So I´m told.

You know, I eat this pie,

and I suddenly realize

all those coppers and lawyers
I´ve dealt with,

they aren´t corrupt
and incompetent after all.

But you volunteered
to give evidence.

Nobody forced you.

I was naive.

A lot of people
would call that courage.

A lot of people don´t know
their ass from their elbow.

Why this change of heart?

I should have read the small
print before I opened my mouth.

I grew up on institution food.

We were brought up in care,
me and my brother,

council places.

We had one foster placement.

My brother, Mickey,

he went missing on the day
we were due to go,

so they took me over
on my own instead.

It was just me and Mrs. Bailey,
the foster woman.

First thing she did,

she cooked me fish fingers,
chips, and beans.

It was the best meal
I´d ever eaten.

Fish fingers, chips, and beans.

The next day, Mickey turned up,
caused the usual chaos,

broke a big glass cabinet,
and got us sent back.

Did you ever see her again,
Mrs. Bailey?

Maybe you could cook
something like that.

Fish fingers, chips, and beans
a la Crabbe.

Last time I looked, there was
plenty of fish fingers

in the supermarket.

Yeah, but I can´t go
to the supermarket, can I?

I can´t go anywhere.

I have to spend my life
stuck in this room

with those morons.

It was supposed to be my husband
going to prison, not me.

Do you think he will?

What?

That is why we´re all here,
isn´t it?

To make sure Colin Wilkes
goes to prison.

It´ll be two weeks
on an African safari

by the time they´ve finished.

And there won´t be any safe
house for me then, will there?

I thought you couldn´t wait
to get shot of us.

Not half as much
as he wants shot of me.

Oh!

Spillage on table 4.

Can I have a cloth, please,
Henderson?

Ugh!

The idea is to get
this stuff here

-...over here...

...via here.

All right?

I know that.

Well, get on with it, then.

At the risk of you throwing this
into the bin...

What is that thing?

The old granary, you know,
where they kept the grain.

That´s what you call
a safe house.

Mm.

Built to keep the elements out.

And the vermin.

He killed my brother, you know.

He´s not charged with that.

No.

Mickey did a bit of dealing
for Colin.

He used to skim a bit
off the top for himself.

They didn´t let me in
on that little secret.

And then Colin heard
about Mickey grassing.

Your brother was informing
on Colin Wilkes?

Some deal the drug squad
pushed him into.

And Colin found out?

Everyone thought
Mickey died of an overdose.

He didn´t.

There was an autopsy.

The drugs,
the ones Colin had given him.

They were poisoned.

They had the stuff.

They even had a videotape
of the transaction,

until one of your colleagues
mislaid it.

Friends in all the right places,
Colin.

Are you suggesting
a police officer?

Do you know what he´s up for?

VAT fraud.

Not murder.

VAT fraud.

Well, it´s no consolation,

but Al Capone went to jail
for not paying taxes,

and everybody knew
what he´d done.

Kevin Costner.

I´m sorry?

"The Untouchables."
And Sean Connery.

They got Al Capone.

I get you three.

Bowls, bowls.

Gazpacho bowls.
Now please.

All right, all right.

Well, I shouldn´t have to be
chasing round the kitchen

after them.

Is everything all right?

Plongeur´s gone dreamy on me.

Here we are, here we are.

How´s it all going, then?

Oh, good, good.
Plenty in.

Coping.

Nicola´s keeping me on my toes.

Mind not on the job, Henderson?

-Night, Chef.
-Night, Gary.

And thanks for holding the fort.

Nah, I enjoyed it.

How´s that dressing
for the purslane coming?

Ooh, I shall have it tomorrow.

Pedigree tarragon.

Crabbe, what would you think
if...

What do you think of me?

I think
you´re a first-class grower

and a half-hearted washer-up.

Yeah, but what if you
heard things about me?

From someone else?

Things you didn´t know?

Henderson, it has been
a long and trying day.

Why don´t you just say
what´s bothering you?

Henderson.

That woman -- Vicky.

I don´t know her second name.

I said how I used to work
for her.

I mean, in Holland,
it´s legal anyway.

What is?

You been going round
putting old ladies to sleep?

I never did that.

What´s she been saying?

She hasn´t been saying anything.

Neither have you so far.

I used to grow grass for her.

Marijuana, I mean.

As soon as I found out
it was illegal, I stopped.

I never smoked any of it.

I never inhaled.

Mm-hmm.

Turned out I had a bit of
a knack for growing it.

That´s when I found that out.

Are you bothered?

Not still growing it, are you?

No way.

See, there was a bit of trouble,

and after that,
I sort of made my exit.

I haven´t sowed the seed since.

In that case,
no, I´m not bothered.

You´ll tell her you don´t care
about what´s in the past?

Tell her?
What do you mean, tell her?

She wants to meet you.

Well, I don´t want to meet her.

Better do like she says.

When am I supposed to see her?

2:30.
At my place.

All right.

Thanks, Crabbe.

Henderson,
what is your first name?

Leon.

L

Yep.

Leon Henderson.

Not a lot.

Juvenile shoplifting.

Traveling without a ticket.

Drug arrest in 1985.
Not charged.

Nothing since.

There´s the name
I´m interested in.

Vicky Reynolds.

Check on that one, too?

What are those letters
at the bottom of the screen for?

Last person to access the file
and the date they did it.

That was done two days ago.

Oh.
And DPH is...

DCI Harding, sir.

Right.

Vicky Reynolds?

Please, yes.

Bit more to get your teeth into.

Do those initials
just stay on the screen?

No, sir. DCI Harding must have
accessed this file, too.

Same time as he accessed
the other one.

Right.

Sir.

I ought to teach you
this signature.

Perhaps not.

Crabbe.

Managed to cheer her up at all?

Well, on a scale of 1 to 10,

she may have shifted
from 0 to 0.5, sir.

Very good.

DCI Harding, sir.

Yes, Crabbe?

Did he have a promotion
hanging on this job?

Harding could squeeze promotion
out of a public-house punch-up.

It´s just that
the officers at the safe house

had been told he was heading up
the team there.

I know he´s keen to do it

because the Wilkes case
is high profile.

The last thing we want
a safe house to be

is high profile, Crabbe.

If I´m going to be treading
on anyone´s toes,

I´d prefer to be kept informed,
that´s all.

I´ll bear that in mind.

Thank you, sir.

Gotcha.

Have you ever actually fired
that thing?

At anyone, I mean.

Good.

You can go in now.
I´ll look after her.

Must be the safest place
in England to smoke a joint.

Well, don´t look
so disapproving.

I´m a policeman.
It´s my job to be disapproving.

Where I grew up,
everyone used to smoke dope.

When I met Colin,
he thought it was outrageous.

To him, drugs were drugs.

Cannabis was the same as heroin.

Made me promise to give it up.

Then the vow no longer holds?

Never did.

We had a pact.

I gave up the occasional joint,

and he promised to stop
selling drugs.

Was it your brother
that told you

that Colin was dealing
the hard stuff?

Yeah.

And he told me it was Colin
he was getting his stuff off.

Sasha, look.

There are lots of people
like your Mickey, you know.

Vulnerable people.

You´ll really be doing something
for them

if you gave your evidence.

It´ll be the last thing I do,
though, won´t it?

Here, do you want some?

No, thanks.

Look, I won´t tell
Hansel and Gretel.

No, thank you.

Won´t do you any harm.

That´s debatable.

Just a puff.

You smoke this,

and I´ll stand up in court
and do the nation a favor.

Get stoned and see justice done.

All right,
I´ll make it easy for you.

You like your food.

I´ll do you
some very nice dope cakes.

I can make you
a lovely hash brownie.

Sasha.

What happened to "Mrs. Wilkes"?

I do beg your pardon.

Mrs. Wilkes.

Sasha.

Sasha.

Look, just smoke it.

I don´t want to.

Well, what about
the other thing?

What other thing?

The fish fingers.

You put your back out,
I´ll shoot you.

Vicky Anne Reynolds.

That´s me.

I´ve got a printout here
from the police computer

about your record.

Anything you´d like to add?

You know,
like blackmail, for instance?

I´m not here for blackmail.

Well, I´m glad to hear that,
because if it´s anything to do

with Henderson´s history
of illicit horticulture,

I already know about that,

and frankly, my dear,
I don´t give a hoot.

I´m here about you, not him.

Why didn´t you say so
in the first place

instead of frightening him
out of his wits?

Old score to settle.

Couldn´t resist it.

I´m just here
as a messenger girl.

Just here to smile
and look pretty.

At whose suggestion?
Derek Harding´s?

I´m a free spirit,
acting on impulse.

Because DCI Harding
was reading

your rather impressive C.V.
just in the last couple of days.

Perhaps I could have a look
at it

while you have a look at this.

I think your left side´s
your best, don´t you?

What´s this about?

Thank you.

That´s what he said you´d do.

Who?
Harding?

I hope we made a pretty picture.

Where are the bread crumbs?

I used them all last night.

I wish you´d said so.

I didn´t know you were looking
for them.

What are you making?

You´ve heard of the condemned
man´s last meal.

Well, I´m making my own.

Fish fingers, chips, and beans.

You can buy baked beans
in a tin.

Constable, this kitchen
really isn´t as big

as you would think it might be,

and I´d hate
for something extremely hot

to get spilt on you.

Do you know how to grate bread
to make bread crumbs?

Is it difficult?

No.

Not a man without vices, then?

Claret from Bordeaux.

Ever been to Bordeaux, Sasha?

Well, when I get fired,

which should be
just a couple of hours now,

I´m going to buy a ticket there

and I´m going to pull up a chair
at one of those pavement cafés

and I´m going to slurp
this stuff

until it´s coming
out of my ears.

Why are you getting fired?

Because I was allocated this job

over a man who thought
it would bring him promotion,

and in order to discredit me...

...he´s had photographs taken

which appear to show me
taking a bribe.

Were you taking a bribe?

No!

Well, you wouldn´t be the first.

Look...

This policeman that lost the
evidence against your husband,

do you know his name?

Harley?

No, Hardy.

Harding?

Yeah, Harding.

Is that the television?

-Bouncy castle.

Harlequin 15-footer.

Drawbridge, flags, rain cover.

No, no.
Stop, wait, wait.

Nobody has ordered anything.

Moving out.

Probably a surprise.

Oi, get it back in.
It´s not for here.

It´s for here.

My mistake.

Stay there.

Could you hop in while we lift?

So stupid.

Panic bar.

Granary now.
Now!

10 minutes.

Harding´s set you up, hasn´t he,
and told Colin where to find me.

We´ll just wait
for a couple of minutes

and then go and see
what´s happening.

It´s my husband.

I can smell him.

No.

It´s just the heavy mob
from the regional crime squad

a bit twitchy
about our unexpected visitor.

He´ll kill me.

Listen, any moment now,
they´re going to be people

knocking on that door
telling me...

...telling me I´ve made
a complete fool of myself.

Sasha!

She´s here.

Hold it!

Sasha?
Are you there?

Things need sorting out.

You´re in there, aren´t you?

I know when I´m near you, girl.

I´m here.

What about it?

Come on out.
Let´s talk.

There´s things
I´m going to change, Sasha.

It´s too late, Colin.

It´s never too late.
Didn´t you always say that?

That was before Mickey.

Can´t talk to you
through a door, Sasha,

and we need to talk, me and you.

Mickey.
Everything.

Who´s with you?

Just Stuart.

I´ve missed you, Sasha.

You´re my life.

You know that.

Maybe I should just talk to him.

No.

Maybe I owe him that.

I just...

No.

Don´t listen to people, Sasha.

She´s not coming out,
Mr. Wilkes.

That was your last chance.

You threw it away.

Gave you too many chances,
Sasha.

Gave you too many chances.

Get something to shove in there.

We better get going.

Get something to shove in there!

Leave it. Get going.
They´re here.

Armed police.
Throw down your weapon.

We´ve picked up
that Vicky Reynolds woman.

You´re off the hook there.

Oh, I´m off the hook, am I?

Oh, I´m not saying there won´t
be an inquiry into all this.

I´ll back you up.
You did the best you could.

I don´t suppose
you had any suspicions

about Harding and Colin Wilkes?

Have my suspicions
about everybody, Crabbe.

It would have been so useful

to know if there was
any possible threat

to Mrs. Wilkes´ safety.

No threat.

Harding was taken off the job
because you were better suited.

Oh, not because putting me
in his place

would force him
to show his hand.

Derek Harding mixed up
with the Wilkes mob, eh?

Well, well.

These herbs.

It´s enough to make a man weep.

Those pictures
would have made it look

as though you´d sold
the location of this place

to one of Colin´s people.

I think so, yes.

I´m just sorry it took me
so long to twig

it was your life that was
at stake and not my job.

Do you think it was Harding

who told Colin
about Mickey informing on him?

I don´t know.

How does it compare
with the great Mrs. Bailey?

Very well.

Thanks for looking after me.

Maybe next time
you could try the omelet.

You can buy baked beans in tins,
you know.

So I´m told.

Ta-da!

Look at that.

Look at those leaves.
Look at their color.

You´ve got something there.

You´ve done a really good job
there, Henderson.

I´m a very sought-after grower,
don´t you know?

That Vicky, she got you
into a bit of hot water,

did she, Crabbe?

Well, she held the saucepan,
but other people lit the fire.

You got it all sorted out, eh?

I did.

I´m sorry about all that.

It´s not your fault.

I don´t suppose anything
came out about...

Traveling without a ticket
in 1981?

No, nothing.

It´s a triumph.

Crabbe.

Just been over to make sure

Mrs. Wilkes is settled
into the new safe house.

And is she, sir?

Yeah.

She sent you these cakes.

Said to say "In case
you changed your mind."

No sign of Harding, of course.
Done a complete bunk.

I´m off to see
the chief constable right now.

Keep him abreast
of developments.

We´ve come out of this
very well.

Got shot of a bad apple

and Wilkes´ attack
on the safe house

firms up the case against him
very nicely.

I suppose it does so, yeah.

Chief constable´s
putting my name forward

for the liaison visit
to Barbados.

So, all´s well
that ends well, then.

Barbados, here I come.

Uh, sir.

Give my regards to the
chief constable, would you?

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