All language subtitles for S04E09 - Dance of the Scorpions

[theme music]

[dramatic music]

2, 3, 4--

MAN (ON PA): Come on, everybody--

[interposing voices]

[grunting]

[applause]

[chatter]

[applause]

Thank you.

Thank you.

And ladies and gentlemen, I will now

ask Mr. Durno to present the check

for the proceeds of the race and of course

his own generous donation.

[applause]

When I came here today and saw this beautiful village,

I thought, the air, the view, the people--

they're so special.

[chatter]

If you please, my love.

Thank you.

Helen.

Oh, thanks.

Cheers.

Hi.

Where did you find him?

LUCY: He wasn't lost.

I didn't think he would be.

Remember, he's on holiday for midnight.

Ah.

Well, have a nice time in Paris.

We'll try.

I'm proud to be welcomed into your community.

And this donation is, quite frankly, the least I can do.

[applause]

Right.

Petty cash, personnel files, main office key--

now, you're acting DCI from now on.

And the only advice I've got is--

HELEN: Oh.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Thank you.

--act in good faith and stand by your decisions.

I'm looking forward to this.

I think your friend is trying to attract your attention.

Bye.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

[distant applause]

Good day?

Lovely, thank you.

[clock ticking]

[suspenseful music]

[heartbeat]

MAN: Those keys are no good.

[interposing voices]

(DISTORTED) Open it.

[interposing voices]

[gunfire]

[heavy breathing]

[birds singing]

[heartbeat]

We're on holiday, Charlie.

[explosion]

[police radio chatter]

Looks like this has knackered your trip to Paris, right?

[click]

Nobody's been playing "Happy Families," Charles.

This is as savage as I've seen.

It's a nice car, though.

So he was being forced into the boot

and decided to have a go, did he?

That took some guts.

Or folly, a man of his age.

[sneezes]

I'm sorry to be boring, Charles.

But I don't want to pick up your lurgy.

Now, if you could just let the dog see the rabbit.

[police radio chatter]

[click]

There's more.

[clicking]

This is butchery.

[click]

You heard the shots?

Yes.

Didn't you think to ring in?

There's guns going off every night around here.

Bloody poachers, barking dogs-- it's like living

in the middle of a safari.

Can you pinpoint the time?

Half past 2 or 3.

Bloody hell.

My, oh my.

Be sure your sins will find you out.

Pardon?

Nothing, son-- just thoughts.

Magic, eh?

All that innocence.

At least the place hasn't been vandalized.

Give it time.

LUCY: Good morning.

Right.

Oh.

Look, I'm sorry, Lucy.

That's all right.

If I'd known I only had six hours as a DCI,

I wouldn't have spent them in bed.

DOUG: How was it for you?

What?

Well, being a DCI-- what was it like?

We're manned up, just.

I'm using DS Findlay as my backup.

He's been around the block a few times.

Not just a block.

STEVENS: Good morning.

Before you go--

STEVENS: Good Lord.

--put the word out.

Anyone local who's getting into armed robbery,

anyone who is coming from outside,

and anything at all on illicit shotguns, fences, gun dealers.

Get them worried.

STEVENS: Good morning. - Sir.

WYCLIFFE: Morning.

The Building Society are doing some work for us, have

already put up 25,000 reward.

Oh, that's very good.

But it could give us a lot of red herrings,

with every crank in Cornwall trying to get into the frame.

DOUG: Excuse me, sir.

I thought you were on annual leave.

I am.

But this is an exceptional crime.

I would like to discuss further resources with you now,

sir, in case we don't get another break.

The budget is at 250k.

Tailor your needs to that for the moment.

[sighs] All right.

So what have we got?

Well, it looks as if the killer planned

to rob the Building Society, bungled it,

and then deliberately shot them both.

Could it be a contract killing?

I know everyone thinks this is Sleepy Hollow.

But Building Society manager, drugs, money laundering--

Yes.

As I understand it, sir, the Dysons

were entirely respectable and due to retire shortly.

In fact, Mr. Dyson's considerable courage probably

cost them both their lives.

As long as we don't discount possibilities.

I'll do my best, sir.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I must get on.

We don't want to end up looking like country hicks.

You Dougie?

Get on with it.

Down there.

Watch you don't break your neck.

[foreboding music]

[screams]

Shit!

[laughs]

You ever do that to me again, Banjo,

and I'll have your liver out.

All right?

Just trying to be a bit creative.

Where is your sense of the dramatic?

OK.

Shotguns-- and I want something good.

Want to [inaudible] boss?

Yeah.

Why not?

You've got a bit of cuddling meat on you, eh, ma'am?

Just being a character, ma'am.

There's not a sexist bone in my body.

No, of course not.

Mine neither.

Which is why I'm putting you under me

as backup in outside inquiries.

Pleasure, boss.

You want coffee?

No, thanks.

I only drink tea.

You'll be using the gym teacher's room.

Oh, so you think I need a bit of exercise and plenty

of discipline.

Lucy.

Back in a couple of hours. LUCY: OK, sir.

I'll be on the mobile.

Oh, and it's a good thing you're getting fed now,

'cause there won't be much time for that later.

Got no chance of getting across that.

20 quid says I'll have her in the broom cupboard by the time

the charge sheet's made out.

Good morning.

(ANGRILY) I took special leave from school

because of the dates of this exhibition.

Don't you realize how difficult that is for a head teacher?

This is a very serious case.

Aren't they all?

You want me to walk away from it-- just go on holiday?

For once, yes.

This is the first holiday on our own since I don't know when.

You need it.

I need it.

I can't.

[groans] Of course, I realize you

are the only person on the force capable of detecting anything.

What is all this, Helen? It's not like you.

Yeah.

Well, maybe it's about time.

I have always supported you in your work,

ever since the kids were small and they thought Santa Claus

was a man in a blue uniform sleeping

off night duty on the sofa.

And now when you come full of hell

and misery, moaning on about Stevens and bloody [inaudible]

and the CPS.

And I have to find it interesting.

And you know, Charlie, I find it boring--

boring as hell!

Will you calm down?

I will not calm down! I am angry.

I am incensed.

(SHOUTING) Well, what am I supposed to do-- leave the job?

Oh no!

I'm not going to make that decision for you

and have it thrown in my face if things don't work out.

No.

But I am certainly going to Paris on my own.

The body's been formally identified

to me as Thomas Dyson.

Outward signs show massive injury

to neck and head, which have only four marks of shotgun

wound at close range.

I will now proceed with cutting the clothing

in order to examine the body in more detail.

Now, Mr. Dyson is wearing a loose fitting--

oh, very nice quality--

dressing gown and plain blue pajamas.

Oh, well, well.

If you want to know the time, ask a cadaver.

I must say, Paddy, you really have fired

us up on the charity front.

Don't sell yourself short, Ronald.

That was merely an [inaudible].

Drink?

Scotch, please.

Terrible thing that about Tommy Dyson and his wife.

Ice, water?

No thanks.

Did you know him?

No.

Oh, he was a smashing fellow, staunch Rotarian,

heart of gold.

He was a quiet sort of chap.

But it didn't do to push him.

He was a great one for fairness was Tom.

And we can't afford to lose that kind.

Oh, they were probably there on Saturday at the race.

They lived nearby.

And then they were shot that night.

No, it doesn't bear thinking about.

They should bring back hanging.

Country's going soft.

Gone, Ronald.

Gone.

Now, Mr. Dyson was shot while resisting the attacker.

He clearly grabbed at the gun, because two fingers

of his left hand were missing.

Now, pathology shows that Mrs. Dyson

suffered from chronic angina and could have died at any time.

And with the trauma of being bound and gagged alone

would have been enough to finish her.

I have to say, everyone, that in all my time

in the meat business, this particular crime

makes me extremely sad.

A nice, ordinary couple slaughtered for daring

to stand up to a criminal.

[phone ringing]

Now, for those of you who haven't worked for me before,

I expect only the best--

nothing less.

Now, this is going to be a hard slog.

Painstaking attention to detail is vital.

Remember, I am the senior investigating officer.

You have a problem, you come to me.

But rank isn't going to solve this crime.

Every one of you is a vital cog in the investigation.

All right.

Thank you.

Well done, Charles.

Just the right amount of carrot and stick.

Yes, sir.

Everything under control, Lucy?

Yes. Thank you, sir.

The watch is going to be a major foot slog.

That particular range was manufactured for sale

exclusively through catalogs.

Serial numbers?

No, batch numbers.

Well, get them started on it now.

Holders of shotgun certificates.

All of them?

It's a standard inquiry.

Is that necessary?

Yes, sir.

It is necessary.

It's no good getting prickly, Charles.

We've no suspect or forensic results.

Yet, you're going to interrogate every innocent member

of the community holding a legitimate shotgun certificate?

Yes.

Well, anyone with half an eye can

see the killing was done by a villain who

had an illegal weapon anyway.

Which may have been stolen from a legitimate source.

You have a prejudice against gun owners?

No, no, no.

I just hate guns.

I can think of no positive reason for owning one.

There's no use starting a personal crusade, Charles.

They're a feature of rural life.

And as for all that stuff about innocent members

of the community--

I mean, the village drunk can apply for a license.

There's machinery to deal [knock at door] with that.

Sir, can you spare half an hour?

Just a minute.

Yes, we can object--

yes, if we have evidence.

But these days, we leave it to computers

to tell us what to do. - Well, but if--

And if the killer gun does turn out

to have come from a source which could have been prevented,

it will become a serious embarrassment to the chief.

Ah, fresh air.

Perfect for all those outdoor, healthy country pursuits--

badger biting, cockfighting, bare-knuckle boxing.

Hey, came from the ground.

I'm only putting it back.

Never remind the jokes.

Let's have it.

I'm here as a favor to you, remember?

What do you feed him on-- raw meat?

He's starting to irritate me.

Sort him out.

BANJO: He's a bundle of laughs heading for a wobbler.

It's classic.

Look.

I am under pressure, which means so are you.

So you'd better have something good.

Otherwise you are right in it.

OK?

What's the going rate for a sign off?

Depends on what the gun was used for

and who it's going to take us to.

Look, mate.

I've got my health to think about.

It's me doing the dance of the scorpions, remember?

I'll point you in the right direction.

It's up to you to make the pieces fit, so.

Sorry.

I didn't know about the car park.

- How's that for a result? - Are you a total nutter?

You're arrested, Formby.

What?

Unlawful possession of a firearm.

- What is-- get off me. - Come on.

Get off me, you snail.

You're not lifting me.

[thwack]

Kersey!

You double-crossing, sheep-dropping git!

Kersey--

DOUG: I still don't think it was necessary to lock him up, sir.

I mean we could have let him dump the gun somewhere for us

to find, couldn't we?

If it turns out to be the murder weapon, search his house

and charge him with all that you can on that shotgun.

Oh, we'll go for a five-day, my man.

He'll be of more use to us on the outside, you know.

Listen, Doug.

Mr. Formby's going nowhere.

He's sitting on something.

And it's not just his bony backside.

I see we got our name in lights, sir.

Bloody Stevens.

Oh, sorry. I should have knocked.

Come in, sir.

Plenty to go around.

No, thanks.

I need an independent team for a house search.

OK. I'll sort it.

Thank you.

[coughs]

Thank you.

We can't have you going sick, can we?

[coughs] You don't think I'd rather be going to Paris?

HELEN: Yes.

But you're not.

Could you cancel?

Transfer the tickets?

In a word, no.

I don't need all this, Helen.

I really don't.

I've got Stevens poisoning every well on this inquiry,

wetting himself in case I disturb the shotgun lobby.

[coughs] Forget about police work if it

gets in the way of his career.

I mean, for a moment there this afternoon,

I nearly smacked him right in the nose.

But you didn't, did you?

Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep.

(ON TELEVISION) This was a particularly

vicious and unpleasant crime.

The kind we are not used to in this area.

Oh, wake up and smell the flares.

WYCLIFFE (ON TELEVISION): --anyone

out there who has any kind of information to come forward.

It's awful, isn't it?

(ON TELEVISION) The perpetrator of this crime

must be caught and punished.

There are some terrible people in the world.

Are you sure you're going to be all right on your own?

So what's new?

Helen, please.

Don't forget to feed David's fish--

twice a day.

All right.

[opera music]

Any [inaudible] from the lovely Mrs. Formby?

No, we've drawn a blank, sir, apart from these.

I mean, they're right nice.

She's got a nice, tidy body actually.

I wondered when you'd stop skulking around outside.

What did you think I was going to do-- rape you?

How are you doing, Hazel?

Terrific.

You keeping him in this time?

Do you want me to?

Hmm.

There's no way he's done those killings though.

I wish he had.

I could get me hands on that 25 grand reward

and get out of this stinking pit.

But he was here--

drunk.

Puked all over the stairs.

Like I say, life's been good.

What about the gun?

So he could make a quick 50 out of you.

He hates the police, you know.

Brags about how he has you all running in circles.

If you want to keep him in a bit longer,

there's some paperwork on the bar from a [inaudible]

[MUSIC - EURYTHMICS, "SWEET DREAMS"]

(SINGING) Sweet dreams are made of this.

Camping equipment?

I didn't know he was into dib-- dib--

dib.

You better have these back.

I see why you stick with him.

Or is it a flattering angle?

Who says it's him?

Well, it's definitely you.

I recognize the smile.

(SINGING) --want to abuse you.

Some of them--

You thought any interesting bits of the ice maiden lately?

I reckon she's got the holds for old Charlie Wycliffe.

Is that what you reckon?

You haven't, have you?

Have your 20 quid handy.

What's going on?

A normal break, sir.

We're just getting the statements up-to-date.

You know my march.

Complete your statements in the field.

You're not paid to sit on your back sides.

Stevens asked if you'd speak.

He's querying the holding charge on Formby.

You do surprise me.

All go house to house in the system now.

LUCY: Do you know what turned up in that nice area, and a kick

and spit from the Dyson's house?

An escort agency.

- Prostitution? - No.

It appears legit.

But I put a trace on the owner, a Rubina Winter,

previously from Leeds actually.

As you can see there's a marker on a nonpayment

of fine for running a disorder house six years ago.

Have they sent the gun off to Huntington for full ballistics?

Yeah.

But in their opinion, it's so badly damaged, it

couldn't be fired anyway.

So it's not the murder weapon.

Which means we have nothing to connect Formby.

Keep Stevens off me, for the time being.

Will you?

Anywhere in particular I should say you are?

Out.

Hi.

Well, well, well.

The man they couldn't hang.

Hello, Rubina.

I knew it wouldn't take you long to find me.

You're looking good.

You always were a diplomat.

Well, we're none of us getting any younger.

Hmm.

What are you doing in Cornwall?

The same as you--

trying to get away from it all, soak some clean fresh air up

me nostrils.

But it doesn't look as if we can, does it?

Anyway, come along in.

You've got a cold, haven't you, poor love?

What have you got?

Gear from that ram-raid in Penmarthen.

I can really bleed Formby now, before Charlie

does it with a sledge hammer.

Right.

Mr. Truvarick here has identified

everything in the van.

I need a full statement, top and tailed, OK?

Sir, this way [inaudible].

Have you ever heard of Paddy Durno?

At [inaudible]?

Yeah.

He's been based down in Plymouth

for the last couple of years.

Yeah, i know.

Came up on the computer.

He's a gun dealer now.

Supposed to have gone straight, isn't he?

Mm.

Straight as Quasimodo's coat hanger.

RUBINA: What did you expect me to call it--

Slap and Tickle Limited?

Mm.

I'm impressed.

Is everything on computer?

Internet, Charlie.

I've got a website.

It brings me every customer and contact I need.

I run an up market, legitimate business.

Credit cards only.

I've come up in the world since Leeds eh?

I would've thought with the money you earn,

you could afford to retire.

Well, like you, I need a reason for getting

out of bed in the morning.

Once that's gone, you must as well be in your box.

True.

Do you remember that team I put in for robbery?

I remember you sitting in the corner of my flat basking

in your headlines.

And I thought to myself, I'm going to get

those brown eyes into bed.

Maybe you should have tried harder.

You're a booger, you.

I never know whether you're kidding or not.

You always were a detective, first and last.

That's why I'm here.

You think the killer could be one of my punters?

Or someone who provided the gun, yes.

Well, the girls go to them.

I don't see them.

Anyway, they're mostly businessmen types these days.

But you want a name, don't you?

Yeah.

A leopard doesn't change his spots.

WORKER: Yeah, [inaudible]?

Yeah?

WORKER: Can you get a signal on your mobile from up there?

Yes, it's OK.

Why?

WORKER: I think we'd better give the police a call.

This is the only punter who's got anything to do

with guns, as far as I know.

It's got a price, Charlie.

Oh, go on then.

Thank you.

Sir, look, I don't want to look as if I'm

sticking my nose in, sir.

But the trainer--

Made in Taiwan, everybody and their uncle's got them.

Yes.

But I couldn't help noticing the lasers.

What about them?

Well, my little sister, no matter

how much I try and show her, she always ties them the wrong way.

And if you look at this one, it's

been tied diagonally with a kind of quadruple reverse not.

Well done.

Well done.

Uh, Lucy, push forensic for a quick result,

especially for any bloodstains on the clothing.

And I should see what tune Formby is singing now.

Yeah, um, I want to run a name by him.

Lucy and I were talking about a particular gun dealer.

Patrick Durno?

We've got all the tents, Banjo.

And that receipt is in your name and was found in your house.

For the record, Mr. Formby has just eaten a photocopy

of the referred to receipt.

I am now showing him the original dated 7th

of November 1997.

Mr. Formby is indicating he wishes

the tape to be switched off.

So this interview is suspended for 10 minutes

to let him compose himself and have refreshments.

Time of break 19:53.

I'll kill the cow.

If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have nothing.

OK.

You must have found out by now the gun was useless

and nothing to do with the toppings.

I'll take the handling on the tents.

So let's get the deal done, and I can get on with my life.

You're going nowhere, Formby.

What?

With some daft tents?

Or was it the smack I gave you?

I don't think you're receiving me, Formby.

You're not getting bail.

We're investigating a double murder.

And I believe you know something.

Murder, me?

Bat away all you like, mate.

You're on a sticky wick yet.

Where'd you get that gun?

I don't have to tell you nothing.

Do you know a dealer called Durno?

Yeah, heard of him.

I intend visiting Mr. Durno.

Maybe we should talk about you.

You can't do that.

WYCLIFFE: Oh yes, I can.

Please.

You got to help me on this one.

You shouldn't have tried to run us around the table, Banjo.

Patrick Durno, 45, 6 feet plus, very fit.

Took over a gun shop in Plymouth three years ago.

Recently moved into a large house just outside the city

and is heavily into throwing parties

for wealthy local businessmen, solicitors, et cetera.

[clicking]

During the early '80s, he was well known in South London

as a fixer and enforcer and well flagged as an associate

of many target criminals.

He's still known to travel to Ireland, Liverpool,

Newcastle, Glasgow, and Spain.

Now, unfortunately for us, he has

no form except as a juvenile setting

fire to a Greyhound kennels.

How does a man like that become

a legitimate registered fire arms dealer?

Connections maybe?

Obviously.

Pull.

Pull.

Mr. Durno.

Pull.

I called you earlier.

Pull.

Mr. Wycliffe.

Pleasure to meet you.

DI Kersey.

DI?

Best rank in the job, eh?

Come in.

Come in.

Let's make you comfortable.

[classical music]

Sarah, would you fix some drinks for these gentlemen, please?

Yes, of course.

Not for me, thank you.

PATRICK DURNO: Mr. Kersey?

Yeah, fresh orange would be nice.

Sarah, look after Mr. Kersey.

I'll talk to Mr. Wycliffe down here.

How can I help?

CHARLIE WYCLIFFE: We're investigating a double murder.

PATRICK DURNO: Ah, Tommy Dyson and his wife-- very, very sad.

CHARLIE WYCLIFFE: You knew of him?

Not personally.

But his reputation went before him-- like us all, eh?

Yes.

A shotgun was used.

So we're checking all possible sources.

So have you always been a policeman?

No, no.

I used to be in the army.

Really?

Mm.

My dad was in the army.

DOUG: Really?

We lived all over the world.

Were you ever in Hong Kong?

No, no.

Ireland, you know, Falklands.

That must have been exciting.

Sometimes, yeah.

I know you have done some checking on me

and some of the things said might have been not flattering.

But I'm straight.

I like this community.

And I like to think I've redressed

the balance for anything I might have done in the past.

All this is earnt.

And if I can help, I will.

Good.

And if you ever need an easement

on any travel or anything, just give us a call.

I've got a lot of connections.

Sit down, Charles.

The Deputy Superintendent Wycliffe.

Yes, we know.

I'd like to know who I'm talking to, sir.

I'm Chief Superintendent Jeffries.

Special branch or MI6?

This is an operational colleague representing

NSIS and Customs and Excise.

Now, suffice to say, he outranks you.

So I suggest you sit and listen to what he have to say.

You spoke to a man called Patrick Durno today.

Yes.

Why?

He came within the scope of my investigation.

How did you know I spoke to him?

Has he complained?

Have you got him under surveillance?

That's really none of your business, Superintendent.

But I need to know.

The crime intelligence on this man stinks to high heaven.

And if there is another inquiry going on which overlaps mine,

I need to know about it.

Durno is eliminated from your inquiry.

I'm sorry?

Now, just a minute.

If Durno is being tolerated, and there's

something happening on my patch, then I

should know what's happening.

That's an order.

Who from, sir?

Me.

Now look, I don't care what cloak

and dagger outfit you're from.

Don't threaten me.

Or you might find this provincial superintendent

is going to go public.

Now, I don't know what area of responsibility you've got.

But mine is clear.

I have a duty to investigate and to bring

to justice a double murderer.

And I'll tread any path and tread on any toes

until I've done it.

Your passion is laudable.

Your judgment is somewhat lacking.

Never let it be said we didn't ask nicely.

Thank you, Charles.

You've had your instructions.

Sir.

[screams]

[playing piano]

[phone ringing]

[slams door]

[beep]

MAN (ON PHONE): Hello.

Hotel Du Louvre.

Mrs. Wycliffe, please, room 301.

MAN (ON PHONE): [speaking french]

[phone ringing]

I'm sorry, Monsieur.

Madame does not answer.

Could you tell her her husband rang?

MAN (ON PHONE): Certainly, Monsieur.

[click]

Thank you.

[beep]

REPORTER (ON RADIO): --a local building

society manager and his wife were gunned down at their home

early on Sunday morning.

Despite a number of clues left by the murderer,

police seems to be no nearer making an arrest.

[BRAKES SCREECHING, TIRES SQUEALING]

[horn honking]

--every effort was being made.

Detective Superintendent Wycliffe,

who is heading the investigation,

was not available for comment.

Morning.

[chatter]

Is everybody here?

We are now several days into this inquiry.

So let's [inaudible].

Cyril.

Oh.

Well, I am just here to make the wait up.

The photographs show it all.

Time of death around 3:00 AM.

Cause of death-- well, it wouldn't take

a blind man on a galloping horse to tell you that--

trauma and severe loss of blood from shotgun wounds

to the heads of both victims.

The rest is academic.

All right.

Thank you.

Lucy, forensic?

Clothing found in the mine shaft--

gunpowder residues and blood groupings

appear to match the victims.

Forensics say they're confident the murderer was

wearing the clothes at the time of the crime.

And the unusual knot on the trainer may be very helpful.

Good.

And the pieces of shotgun?

Probably the weapon used.

But identification is going to be very difficult.

All the marks have been ground off it.

What about the other gun inquiries?

That's an eye-opener, sir.

It might have been easier to check out houses

that don't have shotguns.

And hardly any were kept secure.

We found them under beds, behind sofas, et cetera, et cetera.

On the guns reported stolen?

Well, nationwide the numbers are alarming,

but nothing within a 10-mile radius of the murder.

Well, keep at it.

FINDLAY: Sir.

What about the watch?

Other news there.

Catalog agents have been identified

with several purchases recorded in our area.

One agent in particular, a Sandra Lilly,

looks as if she's given the same address as Hazel Formby.

Has she now?

I want every scrap of DNA off that watch.

Yes, sir.

Now, what about Durno?

- Nothing further. - Oh god.

That was a big waste of time.

The bloke that stabbed Formby is a monster from the deep.

Even Vaudeville won't take him.

No one's saying a word.

New home office policy apparently-- all prisoners

are now being fitted with zips.

Sorry, am I interrupting?

Just a briefing.

But we'll pick it up.

If they're trying to get to Formby,

then Hazel might be next on the list.

So Doug?

Yeah.

Keep clear of her for the time being.

Take Findlay and keep an eye on their house.

Sir.

All right.

Focus on the actions as discussed.

Let's take the inquiry up a gear.

Come on.

Are you feeling all right, Charles?

I'll get by.

Well, all I can say is, can you stay that color?

It's exactly what I need for my bathroom.

Is it me, or does the boss look a bit

frayed around the old gills?

He'll be all right.

Well, at least I know where you are

with him, at the old school.

Though I must say, I do think--

If anyone tries to undermine him, or even thinks about it,

they'll have to take on me and a whole lot more.

Do you understand?

Hey.

I'm on your team.

I hope.

So do I.

WOMAN (ON PHONE): Hello.

Hotel Du Louvre.

Mrs. Wycliffe, please.

WOMAN (ON PHONE): Oui, Monsieur.

[speaking french]

[phone ringing]

Hello.

CHARLIE WYCLIFFE (ON PHONE): Hello.

It's me.

Hello.

I've been trying to get you for two days.

I've been busy.

Look, I've been thinking.

You were right.

I was wrong.

There must be something the matter with this line.

I just wanted to say it.

That's all.

OK.

Accepted.

Look, love.

Uh, I have to go.

I'm sorry.

I'll ring you later, OK?

OK.

All right.

Bye.

OK, Doug.

I'm coming.

Car.

Could it be the lovely Hazel is frying somebody

else's bacon in Banjo's pan?

Oh god.

I wouldn't like to be inside your head.

PNC check, please.

You've come to protect him, have you?

Moral support.

He'd have needed roller skates to get away 15 years ago.

But he still comes back when he wants something.

So you're interested in Patrick Durno, are you?

Yes.

Could you help us?

Possibly.

Sarah.

Hello again.

As you probably know, Sarah and Mr. Durno

have become very close.

Sarah and I have discussed it.

And she is quite happy to tell you everything she knows,

provided it goes no further than these four walls.

What do you want to know?

CHARLIE WYCLIFFE: Whatever you want to tell us.

Well, he's nice.

He's very nice.

He took me to Bermuda.

Not like some of them--

they want receipts.

He has great parties.

I love swimming.

He lets me use his pool almost whenever I want.

Who'd come to the parties?

Everybody.

He knows everybody.

(WHISPERING) This is ridiculous.

Look at his form.

He was released when?

Two years ago to a hostel in Plymouth.

Psycho like this and we weren't informed.

Mm.

Some 24-year-old graduate probably assessed

him as totally rehabilitated.

And you have no further information

about these Dutch visitors?

No.

He mainly had business meetings with them.

And I'm not around for those.

Thanks for your help.

OK.

See you, Rubi.

Bye, love.

You make sure that girl's looked after.

What?

Nothing.

Yeah.

Parsons is a loner, ruthless and calculating.

He targets isolated high class properties.

His last connection, he tied the old lady with tape

so tight it went through to the bone.

He's got to be a contender.

Hazel ought to know better.

When weren't we told he'd moved into the area?

Blip in the system.

(WHISPERING) Blip in the bloody system.

CHARLIE WYCLIFFE: Right.

Let's keep a close eye on it.

FINDLAY (ON RADIO): You got anything yet?

No, no.

It's all quiet.

Uh, hang on.

Hang on.

Car coming.

Oh yes.

Come to Daddy.

We've got a green Nissan.

It's got a doggy door.

(ANGRILY) Where have you been.

I've been waiting an hour.

[laughs]

Off, off, off to you.

You knew what Durno would do to me.

But no.

You Storm in.

Now I'm on Group 43, and everyone thinks I'm a nance.

How did you know it was Durno?

Slag us off all you like, Banjo.

But it was you that started this ball rolling.

If you'd be straight with us in the first place,

you wouldn't be in here. Now, where'd you get the gun?

I just wanted to make a few bob off you.

And I botched it. That's all.

So get off my back.

Did you get it from Durno?

No.

I borrowed it.

We'd better get this on tape.

I told you.

I'm not going on tape.

Just listen, will you?

I got a pal.

He'd got it stashed.

He's had it for ages.

He got it because someone was going to blow his legs off.

He wrecked it sawing the barrels.

The gun's useless.

Is this pal called Harry Parsons?

Harry's sound as a pound.

I'd trust him with my life.

Well, that's good.

Would you trust him with your wife?

What?

Do you trust him with Hazel?

Sorry about the quality, Banjo.

But I'm sure you recognize the smiles.

[chatter, jazz music]

What do you want?

I need a word about someone.

Then let's come inside.

Your dinners OK?

Thank you.

About who?

Banjo Formby.

Who the hell is he?

One of the locals.

He's on remand.

Only he nicked a shooter of mine.

It's knackered.

I forgot I had it.

And?

Well, I thought as I got it from you, you should know.

He might get talkative.

Are you serious?

I don't believe this.

I've just had some copper named Wycliffe snooping around here.

And all because of some towel rag I don't even know.

And it's all down to you.

No, no, no, pal.

You've got it all wrong, mate.

I'm only marking your card.

He has been warned.

Has he really?

Yes.

And what about this topping the other night?

That's a pretty sloppy piece of work.

Didn't even have enough balls to go

for the building society money.

Paddy?

Oh, sorry.

You're busy.

Just give us a couple minutes, darling.

OK.

[smack] Get your eyes off.

That's mine.

It was down to you, wasn't it?

There can be no comebacks on you, Paddy.

I use you to run a few errands for me,

and you think you can do what you like, infecting this place,

ruining my plans.

Well, you are dangerous, and you're stupid.

I never want to see you ever again.

Otherwise, whenever you sign up with the Plymouth Sound 11,

you'll end up nodding in the bottom of a drudge.

Do you understand?

Go, go, go.

[sirens]

Armed police.

Put your hands in the air.

Do it now!

Do you know why we're here, Hazel?

I can guess.

Oh!

[police radio chatter]

I'm only 33.

But I feel like an old woman.

Have you any idea of what it's like lying in bed,

knowing he's out chasing young tarts and bringing god

knows what into the house?

He treats me like dirt.

Harry made me feel wanted again.

He made me laugh.

He had someone in prison teach Banjo a lesson

for the way he'd been to me.

If Harry Parsons cares that much for you,

home come he did that?

Look, Hazel.

We've had you under observation.

You think Harry killed those people?

We're not sure yet.

[sighs] I am.

I never even dreamed it could be him

until I read about that watch.

Yeah.

We know about the catalogue.

Look.

It's just fiddle money.

You're not going to tell the social, are you?

What about the watch?

Well, I bought it for him.

Then the other night I noticed he wasn't wearing it.

So I asked him, and he just flared up.

He gave you that for your trouble?

I pick them, don't I?

Hey.

Does Banjo know about me and Harry?

[sighs] That's another I need to look forward to.

I need a full statement, Hazel.

Yeah?

What about the reward? Listen.

I might have loved Harry a but, but it certainly

wasn't 25 grand's worth.

DOUG: Oh.

Look at that.

[inaudible]

You are full of surprises, Doug.

You know, I can't use the pool today.

Why is that?

He's got people working in there.

Doing what?

Don't know.

They were in there last week as well, repairs or something.

Mm.

Look, um, I don't know quite how to put this.

But it's very, very important that you

know what you're getting yourself into, you know that?

I've made my notes and what you told me into a statement.

Now, you don't have to sign it.

So I might be a witness.

Well, possibly.

But it's very, very unlikely.

I mean, personally, I would not want you to that involved.

Hey, listen.

You couldn't do me a favor, could you?

Well, if I can.

Could you check that pool out for me?

OK.

[clanging]

OFFICER: Sir.

I want to leave you in no doubt

as to how I'm going to deal with you, Parsons.

You terrify me.

You will be detained in this station prior to interview.

You'll be making enemy.

The interview will take place as soon as possible but not

until I'm satisfied all the necessary inquiries have

been completed.

You won't hear the one that gets you.

[gasps]

[screams]

Now, what are you searching for, my lovely?

[police radio chatter]

PATRICK DURNO: Bad enough having to cope

with that poor girl's death without all this nonsense.

CHARLIE WYCLIFFE: I'm sure you're upset.

Well, of course I am. OK.

I know what she was.

But she was special.

She lit up every room she walked into.

I was sick to the back teeth of telling her

about messing around with those crosscurrents.

Look.

You can take it for granted, I'll deal with all the

necessary.

I'll pass that on.

I'll need a detailed statement as

to the last time you saw her.

Of course.

Look, there's no need to take a sledgehammer

to crack a nut with me.

I've told you.

I can help.

We can work on things together.

After all, I know a lot of people

who can make life easier.

We're all brothers.

I was taught a long time ago to be cautious.

Yes.

Well, the strongest trees bend with the wind.

Look.

There's no need to be so rigid.

I don't intend to continue this line of conversation.

You might say something you'll regret.

Heard from the shop?

Yes, sir.

Nothing.

You've been to my shop?

With a warrant.

If you want to complain, Mr. Durno, I'm

sure you know the procedure.

Well, you best stick to catching poachers, Mister.

Because if you want to make this persona, that's fine by me.

You don't have to go through this, you know, Doug.

Yeah, I do.

Otherwise, I might as well pack it in.

You're paid for other people's grief, not your own.

So what you are going to do is go into my office,

where nestling in the top drawer of my desk

is a bottle of vodka.

Now, pour yourself a large one and have a good think.

I do what I have to do.

You sign the paperwork.

And nobody is the wiser.

Go on.

Go on.

Knots identical in every respect.

And each set of laces has a smaller

knot below the plastic end to prevent

slippage through the eyelets.

Good.

And the evidence from the lockup?

Cutters were used.

Damage to the cutting edge matches

striation marks to the telephone wires at the Dyson's house.

Good.

And the stock, the gun barrel?

Positive physical fit with the shotgun

found in the mine shaft.

And the watch?

I'm sorry.

We've been unable to come up with anything--

no DNA, hair, or nothing.

[phone ringing]

Excuse me.

[sighs]

Still, it's looking good.

Is it?

The trainers are the only positive link so far.

Parsons isn't going to say anything.

I mean, it's just possible-- just possible, mind you--

that Formby did the murders.

Sir, come on.

He had access to that garage.

Yeah.

And how do we know Formby and Parsons weren't in it together?

They were sharing the same woman.

And then of course, there's the Durno connection.

Mr. Wycliffe-- phone. It's Dr. Franks.

Oh, Charles.

[door slams]

She was murdered.

(ANGRILY) If it hadn't been for you and that awful one

licking his lips over her, she'd still be alive today.

[crying] I thought you were genuine.

But you're not, are you?

You're just like all the others.

You're full of shit!

Go on.

Get out of here before I [inaudible]

[slams door]

[church bells ringing]

You were told to leave Durno alone!

The water in her lungs was chlorinated

properly from a swimming pool.

All you have is association.

You've no proof Durno was involved.

Durno is now implicated in three murders.

And he's probably supplying half the criminals

in West Cornwall with firearms.

And you're asking me to walk away from it?

No.

I'm ordering you!

I might not agree, Charles.

But that's the way it's got to be played.

Understood? - Oh.

Yes, sir, very clearly.

[phones ringing]

[slams door]

Lucy, I want you to take over the Parsons' case.

Interview him and prepare the case papers.

All right?

As I'll ever be.

Doug.

Don't assume the guilt. She was in Durno's clutches

long before we ever knew she existed.

(ANGRILY) You're forgetting, aren't you?

It was us who encouraged her!

Don't beat me up with it, Doug.

Let's do something about it.

Can you use this?

It's been known.

Scan for cell net.

Police frequency?

He's either being watched or protected.

Let's find out which it is.

My pleasure.

You can supply 50?

50 now, and another 50 when you want them.

And the [inaudible]?

Bang!

[laughs]

OFFICER: He's displaying the weapons and explosives.

I suggest you strike now.

Stand by.

Sir?

No.

Let it run.

MALE VOICES (ON RADIO): Tell Martin I've sold three units.

And I'm going down to pub, tell him.

My table's coming in about 3 o'clock.

Target intends using a drogue with a boat.

What's a drogue, sir?

You tow it behind a boat under water.

[phone ringing]

Doug?

DOUG (ON PHONE): He's moving out a shipment of guns

and explosives by first light.

How?

He's dragging a drogue behind his powerboat, probably

dumped at sea at a fixed point.

But his house is bugged.

He's got spooks crawling all over him,

and they're holding back.

Are you sure? DOUG (ON PHONE): Yeah.

They're letting him run.

OK.

It's a definite off, boss.

Unit commander, total radio silence.

It's like shooting fish in a barrel.

Sir.

Who's in that launch?

Is that Wycliffe?

What the hell does he think he's doing?

We can't do anything about it.

We can't show out.

[suspenseful music]

Nice day for it.

This is the police.

Switch off your engine.

OFFICER (ON RADIO): He's pulled a weapon.

What action, sir?

Hold.

OFFICER (ON RADIO): He's going to fire.

Oh, shit.

I've got a clear shot.

Take him!

[gunshot]

[screams]

[explosion]

We have now effectively wrecked a national operation.

Three years' covert surveillance of arms

trading to European right wing groups down the drain!

Not to mention the death of Durno.

I didn't shoot him.

If you expect me to shed a tear for Durno, sir, forget it.

As for the rest, the authorities chose to keep me in the dark.

They can hardly blame me if I was

forced to switch a light on.

You do know we're going to be thrown to the wolves.

I could lose my job over this.

Join the club, sir.

You are now acting Detective Chief Inspector.

Enjoy it, because it's the best it'll ever be.

Three weeks annual leave.

I've authorized it.

Where am I going to go then, eh?

As far away from here as possible

if you've got any sense.

Right.

Where are you off to?

I'll grab a couple of days in Paris.

And then we'll see.

Ask her to call me, will you?

It's her husband.

Yeah.

It's important, tell her.

As soon as she can, yes.

Thank you.

Pull!

I'm sorry about the guppies.

But they're dead now.

Just like me.

It's official.

I heard it on the news.

What I want you to do is sit and squirm, because by the time

I finish with you, the fear will be

running down your trouser leg.

Get down.

Get down.

Now you know what it's like when someone invades your home,

don't you?

Not very sociable, is it?

And you really ought to have a word with your widow about that

now.

Very vulnerable out here, plenty of undesirables plotting up.

You see, what it is, Mr. Wycliffe, up until two

weeks ago, you had a good life.

And me, I had an even better one.

I liked it here.

The people are nice and friendly.

I never made a fuss, never bothered anyone,

just built up a tidy little business.

Providing guns to killers and terrorists.

And so did government. So don't give me that crap.

All you had to do was to make one social call.

That's all-- just one.

And then we could have all been accommodated,

all lived happily ever after.

But oh no, you had to go and spoil it, didn't you?

Anyway, discussion over.

On your knees.

You're going to kill me.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm going to execute you.

You haven't thought this through.

Oh, don't speak.

Don't even pray.

Just enjoy your trip.

[phone rings]

[screams]

[gunshot]

[theme music]