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Does he like horses, then?

Gerald, for goodness' sake!

What?

I'm just asking, does he like horses?

You're unbelievable!

I can't believe you're behaving like this!

Where have you been all day?

We're on holiday.

- Gerald, ugh...

You've been with him, haven't you!

Oh, how many more times?

There is no

You know you've been with him!

Stop lying to me!

- I'm not lying!

- Yes, you are, you're always lying to me about him.

- I'm not lying.

- Yes, you are, stop lying to me, you lying bitch!

- Thank you.

- He won't be successful, longterm.

- Thank you very much indeed. - Okay.

- Complete disaster.

- I hope you're not pointing the finger at me.

I told both you and the Crown Prosecution Service

that there was not enough concrete evidence

for a conviction.

There you are, you see?

Targets again.

- Unlucky, Mr Frost.

- Another brilliant waste of taxpayers' money.

No hard feelings, eh?

- Don't push your luck, Flannagan.

There you go, thanks.

- Guv. - Guv.

Everything all right?

- How much notice were you planning on giving me?

- The newspaper.

It's no good hiding it, I saw it.

- Oh, that.

I haven't definitely decided to move yet, sir.

Don't you like my cooking?

- You only use the microwave.

- We do, yeah, but I'd like to,

to get on with someone else.

- Your no-women-in-the-house policy.

- There is no such policy.

- There is for me.

- No, sir, it's been changed.

- Oh, well, we can change that again.

So you won't have time to bring anyone back, will you?

- I don't like this.

- But if we get caught...

- They won't notice.

Hurry up, hurry up!

Ah, Presley, here!

If I wanted to get--

Uh, answer that, will you?

- You're worse at this - CID.

- than I am.

- Come on, Presley, get off that phone.

I've got a report to write.

- I hope that's not an estate agent you're onto.

Is that Flannagan?

Is that who I think it is?

Inspector Frost!

- No! No! No!

- Someone's gonna kill me.

You lied about me in court.

- I'm sorry, it's nothing personal.

Listen.

Aaaahh!

I'm at the farm.

- If this is a wind-up...

- It's not, Mr Frost, please...

- All right, I'm on my way.

- It says keep it closed at all times.

Are you sure we don't need back

- No, no.

Our greatest weapon lies right here,

one inch beneath my nose.

- Moustache, cheeky sod.

Right, Flannagan, come on.

I hope you're not wasting my time.

Oi, Flannagan, are you in there?

Yeah, go on.

He's not dangerous.

Flannagan, now come on.

Come on, Flannagan, where are you?

- Guv, do you...

- Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh.

- A sort of hissing sound. - Exactly.

Bugger's only taking a bath,

would you believe it?

Oi, Flannagan.

Come on, come out of there.

I'm arresting you for wasting police time.

Come on, come out!

You don't want me to come in and get you, do you?

All right, go in there and get him.

- Yeah.

Well, you're the one that's been to boarding school.

All right, never mind.

Come on, we'll both do it.

Go in and drag him out.

Ready? After three.

Three, two, one, go!

Gordon Bennett!

Well...

- Aagh! Get out!

- It's stuck!

It's stuck, I can't move it!

- What did you close it for, you silly sod?

Hello, George?

George, get someone down here will you?

To Flannagan's farm;

there's a crocodile on the loose.

A crocodile, and I'm not joking!

Make it quick, will you?

- Why doesn't he have a Doberman,

like every other villain?

- Get off! Get out of it!

Right.

Now let's go and look for that toerag Flannagan.

Huh.

You know what?

I think we're too late.

Well, we'd better get the paper suits down here anyway.

- Must be a stock room.

- Either that or it's the crocodile's cafe.

Oi, Elvis.

Here.

There's a broom there.

Sweep this off, will you?

Let's find out what's underneath.

Ah...

- God's truth!

Dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

- I've got one in the car.

Anyway, hang on.

- Carpet python.

Californian king snake.

Oh, monocled cobra.

Phew!

Oh, do you know what this is?

Look, I didn't do biology

and, whatever it is, I don't like it.

- It's a black mamba.

- Oh, they come in other colors, then, do they?

What I don't understand is,

what sort of bloke is it that wants to keep

some of the most lethal snakes in the world as pets?

- The same sort of bloke who keeps pit bulls

and Rottweilers.

- Hm...

- It's a macho thing.

- I know, but you can't take a snake for a walk, can you?

- You wouldn't want to break into

someone's house where they're kept, either.

- That's true.

Oh, what's going on here, then?

- They'll be for an unlicensed vivisection lab.

Or a private collector.

I'm surprised they haven't moved these out straightaway.

They're not gonna survive in here for long.

Where's its mum, do you think?

- Probably shot, to get to the babies.

Or drugged and sold for meat.

These smugglers don't care.

I mean, these cost nothing,

and as long as a few survive, it doesn't matter.

But for every three that do get through,

at least 30 will have died en route.

Guv, I think I've found Flannagan!

- We've got a hand, bit of a foot, leg.

Not long been parted from the torso.

I'd take a guess the rest is in the pond,

or in the crocodile.

- Well, we'd better get the divers

down here then, hadn't we?

- You sure there's only one crocodile, Jack?

- Yeah, of course.

- Unbelievable.

- 24 hours ago,

Flannagan was making us look shabby in court,

and now he's dead?

- Well, serves him right.

Should've seen the state of some of those animals.

- Let's not get this out of proportion, Jack.

We're only talking about some monkeys and a few reptiles.

- Animal smuggling is not worth

taking up my officers' time.

It's not our job.

Just concentrate on the body.

- Yep, yep, right, oven...

Frost.

Oh, hello, love.

No, no, no, that's all right.

No, I'm not going anywhere.

Right, I'll see you when you get here.

Yeah, okay, bye.

You know, if I never see

this bloody caravan again...

- Adam, bring those bags in.

Why's the house in darkness?

I told you to leave a light on!

- I did, in the bedroom.

I'm sorry.

The bulb must have gone.

- Right, um...

I didn't make any starters,

but help yourself to salad.

- That's perfect, Jack.

- Good.

So, chicken with all the trimmings, as promised.

So it's er, 20 minutes a pound,

plus another 20...

That means your dinner

is just about ready to be served, madam.

Oh, help yourself to a glass of wine.

I don't believe it!

Frost.

- Yes, you have.

What do you want?

- Um, we've got an unidentified body.

It's a bit complicated.

- No, sir.

I think it really does need a senior officer.

We're over at 12 Queensbury Drive.

- All right, I'm on my way.

Julie, love, I'm terribly sorry.

An emergency has cropped up.

I've got to have a look at a dead body.

- Oh, each to his own.

Can't someone else do it?

- No, they can't, unfortunately.

I'm the senior officer.

I tell you what,

look, you help yourself to some salad

and I'll bring us back a nice takeaway, all right?

- We can have that cold tomorrow.

You can stay and watch the television, all right?

I won't be long.

- Make sure you're not, Jack.

I need an early night.

- So do I, Julie, so do I.

- Up here, Guv.

Mr and Mrs Harris and their son

came home from holiday

and found him on their bed, sir.

- Family claim they've never seen him before.

Huh!

Any ID?

- Just the wristwatch he's wearing.

There's no wallet, nothing.

- No sign of a struggle either.

- And no sign of a break-in.

- There's no bites on this one, Frost.

Looks like a coronary.

His nose is recently broken.

- Recent enough to suggest some sort of a struggle?

- A possibility.

- Gerald, you need help.

I didn't give him a key.

- Keep your voice down.

- You still haven't told me

where you buggered off to from the campsite.

- Okay then, well, I met my lover back here

and we spent the afternoon at it like rabbits,

until he keeled over on me

and I just left him, dead, in our bed,

so you'd find him when we got home.

Will that do?

- Yeah, that'll do for a start.

- I'm Detective Inspector Frost.

- Sorry, Inspector, I was being sarcastic.

- Nice black eye you've got there.

- I walked into a door.

Interesting sort of tent.

- We were in a caravan.

- Oh, well, that would account for it then, wouldn't it?

Now, there are one or two things

that you could help me with here.

Is your son about?

- Are you all sure

that you didn't give anyone a key?

- Positive.

- Yes, I'm sure.

- Only, you see, there is no sign of a break-in.

Unless, of course,

somebody left a window open.

- I checked, they were all locked.

- All right.

Anybody lost any keys recently?

- No.

- How many sets of keys are there to the house?

- Mine, Christine's, Adam's,

there's a spare set at my office.

- That's four.

Maybe you can give us a call tomorrow

to confirm that they're still there.

How are Forensics getting on, then, George?

- No, they've hardly started.

Mr Harris, do you have friends or family

you could stay with tonight?

- Well, the house is a crime scene.

- You expect us to find somewhere else to stay

at this time of night?

- I'm sorry, sir.

- There's always your caravan, isn't there?

Oi up, Lad.

Come on, then, George, let's go.

Oh, Julie, all right, love?

Sorry.

Sorry, I'm late,

but it just went on longer than I thought.

But I did manage...

"Good night, Jack.

"When you've got to go, you've got to go.

"PS: I ate the KitKat in the fridge

"and put a blanket over the chicken."

Oh, well, that's it then, eh?

All right, all right, no need to creep.

- Sorry, guv.

Where's Julie?

Is she...

- No, she's not.

She's gone.

- No point wasting this pizza, then, is there?

May I?

♫ I like the way you move

- And half star!

And easy walk.

Another easy walk.

And to the right, easy walk.

And half star.

And easy walk.

Another easy walk.

I'm sorry.

- And half star.

And easy walk.

And to the right and easy walk.

And squat.

And lunge, one, two.

- Congratulations, Inspector.

This is a first for me.

The human remains are over there.

And this is Dr Goodwin,

Senior Vet from London Zoo.

Not alive, is it?

- Of course.

- Not after the whacking great dose

of phencyclidine cocktail I've given him.

Got a few minutes before he starts coming round.

- Then we'd better make it snappy.

- Dr Goodwin pumped out some body parts.

We've got the X-rays.

The rest is from the bottom of the pond.

It's not your man Flannagan,

unless, of course, he was oriental.

I must warn you, it's a bit gruesome.

When I recovered what was left of the organs,

I found this lodged in his heart.

- There's nothing like being doubly sure, is there?

I also found this.

I think it's a notebook.

I don't read Chinese.

- No, neither do I.

Anyway, thanks, Doc.

We'd better get a warrant out for Flannagan.

- Just going to, use the toilet.

- Someone from work

has seen the house wrapped in police ribbon

and it's gone round the office.

What am I supposed to tell them?

- Well you tell them we got back from holiday

and we found a stranger dead in our bed.

- Stranger!

- Right, I'm going out.

- Well, not to meet my lover, obviously.

He's dead, right?

- I don't know what to think.

- Well, try this.

If you don't get help for this insane jealousy,

and if you ever lay a hand on me again,

Adam and I will be gone.

For good.

- Get back here!

- Guv, would it be all right

if I brought a friend home tonight?

- I thought we'd discussed this.

- You discussed it, I didn't.

- Yeah, well, you know how I feel about it.

- In that case,

I am going to have to give you my notice.

- No, sir.

- Um, I don't know, sir.

- Well, if you think I'm walking the streets of Denton,

while you have your evil way with WPC Harmison,

you've got another thing coming.

And that reminds me...

I think that all of this is too close to home.

- With all due respect, sir,

I don't think that's any of your business.

- Oh...

How long are you gonna be?

- You don't know!

- I tell you what, I'll set up some sort of signal.

- I'll put one of your LP covers in the window,

and if it's still there when you come back,

you'll know I'm busy.

- Well, you um...

you honk the horn twice

to let me know you're there

and you go round the block a couple of times.

Then, when you come back,

if it's not in the window, all clear.

You can come in.

- I'm not a bloody student!

- I'd do the same for you and Julie Brown

if it ever comes up.

- Oh, all right.

Okay, thank you very much.

Very, very funny.

Now, then, listen.

Sadly, the body that was found

inside the crocodile was not that of Flannagan,

but was that of a Chinaman.

Also amongst the remains was this,

written in Chinese.

It is, in fact, a notebook and not a menu.

- Actually, Guv, we think he might be Vietnamese.

The translation's on its way.

- Oh, right, thank you.

That means Flannagan is not only our chief witness,

but he's our prime suspect.

- Yeah, but there's no trace of him yet.

- Well, there must be something.

What about prints down at the farm?

- Plenty, but no match.

- There must be something.

I mean, he was beaten, eaten, and shot!

- Forensics are still on it, Guv.

- All right, okay.

All right, what's next?

- The body in the bed, Jack.

- The post mortem revealed that he'd been dead

for about 24 hours.

He died from a heart attack,

possibly before, during, or after

sexual intercourse had taken place.

- So, in fact it could be Mrs Harris.

- It's her bed.

- And Mr Harris's.

- Forensics will confirm

if the DNA in the bed was hers.

- Well, whoever it was,

why didn't they call an ambulance?

- And the man had a broken nose.

- Mrs Harris had a black eye.

- She'd hardly leave a dead lover in her own bed.

- I dunno, stranger things have happened.

- Forensics did find traces of what turns out to be

modeling clay under his fingernails.

- So...

Who is he

Sculptor?

- Modeling clay comes mostly from Stoke.

The main suppliers are faxing me through lists

of everyone they sell to in the Denton area.

- Good, well done, George.

All right, come on then.

Let's get on the case.

Chop chop!

Who else is there that buys clay

- Well, schools...

- Art colleges.

- Art shops.

- Right, okay, tell you what,

you get the troops to go out there

with a photograph of the deceased, all right?

- Jack.

- Someone to see you at the front desk.

- Miss Brown.

- Right, I'm on my...

All right, go on, you two.

Yes, you do, good, thank you.

It's not that.

It's just that there's, well,

too much of that in there.

Anyway, I thought you'd blown me out.

- I was in the middle of an aerobics routine.

Don't tell me my ladies embarrassed you.

- No, they--

- I didn't slink.

- I looked for you.

You'd slunk, all right, gone.

- No, nothing.

- Nice one, Jack.

- Pretty girl.

What did you say her name was?

- I didn't.

- I'm sure I've seen her before.

- No, I don't think so.

Not unless you're doing extra-marital press-ups,

down at the local gym.

- Ho-ho, I should be so lucky!

- Hm, that's true.

Her name is Julie Brown, if you must know.

Everyone else seems to.

Detective Frost, let me in!

Please, you gotta let me in.

- You've got a bloody nerve, Flannagan!

- Just let me in.

I want you to take me in, for protection.

- I could do better than that.

I'm thinking of arresting you

for murder and attempted murder.

Will that do?

Now, then, Kevin,

why should I keep you in protective custody?

- If you don't, they'll kill me.

- You see, we found pieces

of your oriental friend at the farm.

We also found some pieces of him

inside one of your crocodiles.

I thought he'd been shot.

- Oh, yes, he had.

And you're my star witness.

You see, we recorded your telephone conversation.

So unless you tell me who shot him...

I'm going to have to let you go.

- No, don't do that.

- All right.

Start at the beginning.

Why were those animals in your cellar?

- They were Lahn Loc's.

- No, that was his name.

He's Vietnamese.

All I did was rent him the space.

- Don't know.

He just paid me to feed them and keep them safe.

- All right.

You, switch that off.

You, stay here.

Interview stops at 1300.

DI Frost and DC Presley are leaving the room.

- Go in.

- We didn't actually record the shot, did we?

- Course we didn't.

He doesn't know that though, does he?

You don't get those sort of animals

into this country without proper organization.

- I think his partners found out

that him and the Chinaman

were doing a bit of moonlighting,

so they came down to get their pound of flesh.

He's obviously scared.

- Yeah.

Interview resumes 1304.

We think your partners found out

you and Lahn Loc were doing a bit on the side.

Who are they?

- I can't, they'll kill me.

- Well, that's a chance I'm prepared to take.

All right, Mr Flannagan, this is the way out.

- Wait a minute.

What about if I put my hand up

for trading in certain endangered species?

- All you'll get is a fine.

Do we look stupid?

- Okay, what if I cop for handling stolen goods?

- What if you stop pissing us about

and I bang you up in a prison cell for 24 hours

until you tell me who shot the Chinaman?

Excuse me, do you recognize this man?

- Hold up.

- Yes, he's the art teacher from Eastbank Academy.

He doesn't look very well.

- No, he's not.

- No, but the office will have it.

He orders the materials

and we send the invoice to the school.

- It's Patrick Bartley, the art teacher.

What's the matter with him?

- He's dead.

- Oh, I guess just before the uh...

half-term break.

This is terrible, what happened?

Or in a relationship?

- Uh...

As far as I know, he was single.

How did he die?

- We're not sure yet.

You were saying?

- He was working here part time,

as an art teacher,

to supplement his income as a sculptor.

- Yeah, yes, come with me.

Why is it artists never live in basements?

Francis Bacon did.

I'm sure a couple more workouts

down the gym with Julie Brown

will give you more puff, Guv.

- Thank you.

- It's no good, it's padlocked.

- Right, DC Presley,

watch and learn.

Bet they didn't teach you that at Cambridge.

- Not Michelangelo,

but our man was certainly talented.

Wonder who she is.

- Oh, that must be her, look.

- We got those from Patrick Bartley's studio.

There's also a half-finished sculpture of her.

Don't happen to know who she is, do you?

- Yes.

This is Miss Haymarsh, the music teacher.

But I've never seen her quite like this before.

- Yes, she should be, in the music room.

- Bravo.

- Thank you.

- Miss Haymarsh.

- The Head said we might have a word.

I'm PC Harmison.

This is Inspector Frost and DC Presley.

Denton CID.

- No, no, no, no.

On the contrary.

- Thank you.

Saima, well done.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- Bad news, I'm afraid.

Your colleague Patrick Bartley is dead.

- Oh, my God.

How

- As a colleague.

What happened?

- Surely a bit better than that.

We found these in his studio...

along with a half-finished sculpture.

- I sat for him on several occasions.

I see nothing wrong with that.

- No, no, absolutely.

We're just trying to get a picture of the man.

When did you last see him?

- That's what we're trying to find out.

- You must have some idea.

- Did you ever meet any of his family or friends?

- No, as I said, we're...

were simply colleagues.

He promised me a bronze cast of the finished work.

I was flattered to be asked.

- Who knows, now he's dead, he might be famous.

Were you having an affair with him?

- No.

You've so got the wrong idea.

For a start, he's not my type.

And secondly, I wouldn't do it on my own doorstep.

- Quite right.

Don't you agree, Presley

- Oi, Adam!

What's going on?

- You're not gonna believe this, man.

When we got back off the half-term break,

we found a dead bloke

lying in Mum and Dad's bed, stark naked.

!

Who was it?

- No-one knows.

- He didn't break in.

Must have had a key.

Where's my key, Malcolm?

- No, no, no, no way, mate.

You know I left it on your bedside table.

- It wasn't there.

I'm right in it, Mal.

- Mine's the only key that's missing.

- I don't know.

It's all gone mad.

I lied to the police and my parents.

I told them I had my key.

- Listen.

We came back here.

We went upstairs and we stayed in bed till it got dark.

It was brilliant.

We did everything.

But before we left,

I put the key in your room, man.

I swear!

- Well, it wasn't there and I need it back.

- Come in.

Ah, you are in.

Only, I've got to see a man about a croc.

- I don't just do paperwork and civic lunches, Jack.

Anyway, how can I help you?

- You could get to the point, sir,

only I'm rather pushed for time at the moment.

- I've just had a call

from the Wildlife Crime Unit at the Yard.

After your finds at Flannagan's place,

they tell me they were

already investigating Flannagan

and that man called...

the Vietnamese.

- Well, no, I'm not traipsing

all the way up to London.

Can't they send someone down here?

- Apparently, they're even more short-staffed than we are.

- That I can't believe.

- Right, well, just send young Presley, then.

- No, I can't, he's busy.

He's got a body in a bed and a body in a croc.

- Jack, get him to go.

- All right.

- We're talking transnational crime here.

Triads.

The Big Circle Boys.

Yakuza, Vietnamese gangs.

Look, the illegal trade in arms

is 450 billion dollars a year.

The illicit trade in drugs worldwide

is some 350 billion dollars.

The global income for trafficking

rare and endangered animals

runs a close third.

- I'd say big enough to kill for, wouldn't you?

Here, take this with you.

Do they trade on the internet?

- You bet.

Look on page 4.

There was a gorilla advertised on the net.

They only wanted four-and-a-half grand for it,

just to get rid of it.

We rescued it from a shed in North London.

- Bastards.

- Ah, this is officer Harvey from HM Customs.

DC Presley, Denton CID.

- Well, we've been keeping a close eye

on a possible network smuggling and dealing.

We have a list of suspects

and they're all from your area.

- Flannagan,

Lahn Loc, the murdered Vietnamese...

- Colin Edwards, Kenneth Shaw...

- Nope.

- He owns a chain of garden centres.

- Correct.

Edwards is a haulage contractor

who works for Shaw.

- And Flannagan supplies them

with domestic pets.

And you saw what else he had.

We'd like you to let him go.

We believe he'll lead us further up the chain.

- No way,

I don't think my governor will allow that.

Flannagan's not only a prime witness

to a murder, he's our prime suspect.

- Your Superintendent Mullett doesn't think so.

- No, no, no.

He's in custody for his own protection.

Look, he'll tell us sooner or later

who got rid of Lahn Loc.

- They gave me some other names, Guv.

Colin Edwards and a Kenneth Shaw.

Of Shawcuts

He's got more money than Roman Abramovich.

You can forget about him.

- Yeah, but there's a connection.

WCU and Customs have been tracking

various shipments of theirs

en route to this country.

- Shawcuts imports tons of furniture

from the Far East each year,

so this may well be a way into the country

for endangered animals.

- If we released Flannagan...

- He'd be a dead man.

- Not if we got him under surveillance.

I promised the Yard we'd help out.

- And I suppose Customs

and the Wildlife Crime Unit

are gonna pay for the overtime, are they?

- That's not your concern, Jack.

- Oh, right, fine.

I take it I'll be using

the one

All right, go on.

You let him go.

Looks like you're in for some overtime.

Do you want to keep the room on?

Or shall I put it up on the noticeboard?

Oh...

I was just gonna call you.

We've been looking for you.

We found Lahn Loc, but you weren't around.

- I was in court.

When I got back here,

the place was swarming with police.

Why was that?

- I didn't stick around to find out.

I've been at me mum's for a couple of days.

- Don't lie.

You were at the police station.

- All right, they pulled me in.

Apparently, they've been watching

Lahn Loc for some time.

They followed him back here

and found all the animals and...

bits of him.

What was all that about?

- I told them all I did was rent him the cellar

and that I hardly ever saw him.

That's all.

- Good.

We're still in business, then.

- Deadly.

We want you to take over

Lahn's contacts and suppliers.

Oh, I don't know.

- Lot of money in it for you, Kevin.

You've lost us all our stock.

About 150,000 pounds worth.

Have you got that much to pay us back?

- No, I don't.

- Don't worry about that.

Or the police.

We'll get you out of the country

till things calm down.

- No.

No choice.

Unless you want to join Lahn Loc.

You were on your way somewhere anyway,

weren't you?

Give me your passport.

Get your stuff together and come to the centre.

We'll take it from there.

You're gonna be one of the team now.

- All right, thanks a lot.

- Don't think so.

That's why I brought these, just in case.

- It's in the car park.

- Give me the keys, I'll get it back to the farm.

- No, you're gonna be leaving from here

in the next hour, it's all sorted.

You're going to go to Antwerp to meet up

with the Vietnamese.

They know you're coming.

He was family.

- Not since they found out he was ripping them off.

You'll need some cash.

Mr Edwards...

Erm, I need to tell my mum something.

- Oh, that's fair enough.

Look, send her a postcard,

say you're doing a little bit of business.

Just whatever you want.

Frost.

- Yeah, he's completely disappeared, Guv.

This place is massive.

His vehicle's still here.

- He must still be in there.

There's his Land Rover.

- I'll tell you what we'll do.

I'll go in and have a look round,

see if there's anything relevant to your case.

You go and have a word with Shaw.

Don't you want to?

- No, we don't want to go in team-handed

and put the wind up him yet, do we?

- Oh, there you are.

What did Shaw have to say?

- Nothing.

Well, he's abroad.

Probably buying more of this stuff.

Supposedly coming back tomorrow.

- Tell you what, you check out the animals.

Not that they would be stupid enough

to sell anything dodgy here.

And I'll uh, see if I can find out about Flannagan.

- Are you looking for anything special, sir?

- Erm, yes, Kevin Flannagan, is he still here?

- I'm Detective Inspector Frost, Denton CID.

- He's not, Inspector.

He made a delivery a couple of hours ago.

- Oh, I see.

That's funny,

his Land Rover is still in the car park.

- Well, perhaps he's still in the store.

- Ah.

Do you only deal in domestic animals?

- Of course.

- Mm.

What about these...

What about this over here, then?

This parrot?

- The orange-winged Amazon.

Yeah, well, as I said,

er, this macaw, eh?

This is a cut above a budgie.

This is a little bit better than

your average domestic bird, isn't it, eh?

Where did you get them from?

- Breeders, they're all bred in this country.

They've all got to be licensed, you see?

- Does Kevin Flannagan breed

these exotic birds?

- No, he's a rabbits and rodents man.

Anything else I can do for you, Inspector?

- No, they're not considered to be domestic pets.

- Hardly, Inspector, although we do have

the odd inquiry for a python.

Well, perhaps you could give me

a list of your suppliers.

And their licenses, of course.

- I'm not sure I've got them all here in the office.

- Oh, well, never mind.

There's no rush.

Tomorrow will do.

- I'm busting.

You want a cup of tea or something?

- No, I'm fine, ta.

- I won't be a minute.

Are they kosher?

- Well, I don't know.

I'm not an ornithologist, am I?

You'd better get your mates

from the Wildlife Crime Unit down here.

I wouldn't trust the licenses, though.

How much was that macaw selling for?

- 2,000, the label said.

- 2,000, hm.

Now, if that had been a hyacinth macaw,

it would have been worth 20,000

or 50,000 if you had a pair.

'Cause there's only 300 or so left in the world.

- I read the literature that was on your desk.

I live here.

- Well, she's on her way and you'll ...

you know, embarrass her.

- I wouldn't want to be an embarrassment.

Anyway, what are you having?

Apart from WPC Harmison, I mean.

- I thought we had a deal.

- All right, all right.

11 o'clock, and don't forget,

Saturday I have the house to meself.

- Absolutely, you and Julie.

Don't forget about the record cover.

Hoot twice, go round the block.

- Right, go round the block.

Oh, bubbles!

- Now, the reason you're here is because

you're all in Mr Bartley's senior art class.

Or were.

- All in good time.

- What we want to know is,

did any of you notice anything unusual

about Mr Bartley's behavior recently?

Apart from Miss Haymarsh.

Miss Haymarsh?

- Music teacher.

She's bloody gorgeous, sir.

- He had loads of women.

- Some of them were married as well.

He told you that, did he?

- Yeah.

He said housewives loved posing for him.

- Hm.

- He's died.

The odd joint is no big deal.

- Mr Bartley died of a heart attack.

- In bed.

- Your mum's!

- Our art teacher put himself about a bit.

Lucky man.

Tasty music teacher, bored housewives.

Long school holidays.

Why did I join the police?

- 'Cause you can't draw.

- Mrs Harris, where were you on the day

you rowed with your husband

and left the caravan site?

How did you know?

- It was my fault.

I overheard you the night

that Patrick Bartley was found

dead in your bed.

Was that his name?

No.

Am I a suspect?

Oh, it's just routine.

As a matter of interest, where did you go?

- My husband thinks I'm having an affair.

Are you?

- No.

On holiday, he started accusing me again.

After two days, I'd had enough, so I walked out.

I got the bus into Shoreham,

I had fish and chips, couple of glasses of wine.

And then I slept through King Kong.

And then I went back to the caravan.

- And was your husband there when you got back?

- Yes, unfortunately.

- He took Adam fishing.

- Patrick Bartley was an art teacher.

Not at Adam's school.

No, they have Mr Russell.

Excuse me.

- Oh, sorry, sir.

Late night.

- I know.

Where's your key?

Hello, Malcolm.

- I forgot, I gave it to Malcolm.

- Hello, Malcolm.

We met at Eastbank.

Why did he give you his key?

- Well, I was gonna put some music samples

on his keyboard.

- So you've still got the key.

- Oh, sorry, Mrs Harris, I can't find it.

- All right, okay.

Well, when you do find it,

perhaps you'll give me a call at the station, will you?

All right, thank you.

Oh, Adam...

by the way, where did you go with your dad

that day your mum went off?

- I went sea fishing.

- No, he didn't come.

It was too rough.

- Search me.

- All right, okay.

Thanks very much.

- Yeah, I reckon so.

Anyway, it's easy enough to check up on.

But where did the husband go

and why were those two boys lying?

- I've just come back from Adam's house.

The police are round there.

They want to know where the key is.

I put it back in his room.

- I took it.

- I had to.

Let me explain before you start going mad.

- If you wanted to shag Mr Bartley,

why didn't you do it at your place?

Or at the studio.

- Calm down, Malcolm!

I was trying to protect us, you!

- He found out about us.

He threatened to tell the headmaster

unless I went with him.

You'd have been expelled.

I'd have lost my job.

When we'd been there.

- He thought Adam's place was yours.

He was jealous of you.

So he wanted to get his revenge

by doing it in your house.

- Sick bastard.

How did he die of a heart attack?

- He just did.

- Stop it!

I didn't even take my clothes off.

You have to trust me.

Here's what you do.

Take the key to the police station

and tell them you found it at home.

It's all gonna be fine.

I promise.

- Yeah, I thought that we could

take a run out into the country

and then tonight I would cook you

that meal I promised.

Mm?

Good, right, I'll pick you up in about, what?

Say, 20 minutes?

Yeah, ta-ta.

- Nice flowers, Guv.

I like the pulli too.

New?

I thought you were supposed to be on duty?

Flannagan's body's just been found

at a service station on the motorway.

- I'm off duty.

- He's been shot through the head.

- The inconsiderate sod.

- Not yet.

- Not yet.

I told him not to release Flannagan,

but would he bloody listen?

No, he wouldn't!

And now my prime witness is dead!

Eh?

- I don't care!

I'm not going.

- I'd guess at least 24 hours.

- He was shot in this van,

there's no doubt about that.

See here?

See this?

That's the exit wound.

- Well, the bullet must be

still in the van somewhere, then.

- No, there's nothing yet, Jack, no.

- What was Flannagan doing in the back

of a fruit and veg van?

- Possibly.

How did he get here?

- Well, according to the driver who found him,

he certainly wasn't in here

when he left the van on Friday.

Right. - Thanks very much, Doc.

Why would anybody leave a van here?

I mean, it's in the middle of nowhere.

- He met his girlfriend here.

Then went back to her place.

Apparently, he was playing away.

- I think I've found your bullet, sir.

Here it is.

- Well done.

All you've got to do now is find the gun

and the bloke who pulled the trigger

and I can keep my lunch appointment.

All right, where's the footage of the veg lorry?

- That camera's not working, sorry.

- So am I!

We could have had a picture of our murderer.

All right, go on.

What have you got?

- This one is all the vehicles

coming off the motorway and it covers Friday.

- All right, go on.

Let's see it.

Hi, it's Julie.

I'm sorry I'm not in at the moment.

Please leave a message.

- Hello, love, it's Jack.

I'm sorry, I won't be able to make

our lunch today, it's work.

I hope I haven't spoiled your day.

I hope to see you soon.

All right, bye.

Just a second, what was that?

Stop it, go back, go back.

That lorry, there.

Bring it forward.

What's the name on this lorry?

- Shawcuts.

- Shawcuts!

Well, you'd better give your mates

down at Customs a bell.

- Well, it's Saturday.

She might be off duty today.

- So should I be.

- How much of your stock

comes from the Far East, Mr Shaw?

- Well, it's roughly about 80%.

The rest comes from Africa.

- And do you take delivery

on a monthly, weekly basis?

- Well, whenever the ships arrive.

Why all this sudden interest from Customs?

We haven't done something irregular, have we?

- How does the merchandise

get from the docks to the garden centre?

You haven't answered my question.

- No.

Do you know Colin Edwards?

- Of course, he's our haulage contractor.

Yes.

What is all this?

- No.

He delivers to your store, rabbits and rodents.

Well, you'd be better off

speaking to Mr Prior, our pets manager.

- I have.

The thing is, Mr Flannagan...

is dead.

- Oh.

What's that got to do with me?

- Well, the CCTV footage shows

one of your trucks at the scene

round about the same time.

- Oh.

Well, you'd better speak to Mr Edwards, then.

- We intend to.

- That man is seriously cold.

Took the Flannagan news

without batting an eyelid.

- This place is a perfect cover.

He's involved.

- Yeah, but look at the size of it.

Why would he bother to do anything

that was dodgy?

- This is nothing compared to

what he could be making from animals.

They traffic for profit, pure and simple.

Elephants, rhinos, gorillas, tigers.

They're worth just as much dead as alive.

- Well, they don't kill for the bush meat

to feed some poor starving tribe.

It's for the ivory, the rhino horn,

the jewelery, the aphrodisiacs.

Every single inch of a tiger is used,

from its whiskers to its penis.

All the creatures that are shot,

snared, trapped, poisoned,

just so somebody can wear them.

Or stand umbrellas in their legs.

- All right, that's enough, I get the picture.

- Oh! Erm, Harris's alibi looks sound.

He dropped the boy off, got some petrol.

Copy of the receipt.

And went back to the caravan.

The farmer reckons he never left again.

- Good.

Have you got the key, Malcolm?

Erm, yeah, can you give it to him for me?

- Why don't you give it to me yourself, Malcolm?

What's the rush?

Do you know what having an affair means?

- I'm not stupid.

'Cause I think that your art teacher

is having an affair

with your music teacher, Carol Haymarsh.

- They weren't having an affair.

Mm

- Because she loves me.

How old are you, Malcolm?

- 16 next week.

Malcolm?

- No.

I took her.

- You do know that she was breaking the law?

- I'm not a child!

- In the eyes of the law, you are until next week.

Now, you know what I'm gonna do.

I'll get your parents down here

and you're gonna sign a statement

of what you've just told us.

In the meantime,

I think you and I ought to go and see Miss.

- Head,

flank,

chest.

Head,

flank,

chest.

Oh.

Okay, take a ten-minute break, everyone!

Inspector.

- Miss Haymarsh.

Is there no end to your talents?

May I see that?

It's a sabre, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- Mm, thank you.

Right, George, en garde!

Ha-ha!

- Zorro lives.

- Er, Inspector...

- Ah, here.

Malcolm tells us that you and he had sex

in the Harrises' house.

- Oh.

- What I want to know is...

was Patrick Bartley there too?

- No.

What are you suggesting?

- Well, you tell me.

You see, apart from the Harrises',

there was three sets of DNA in that bed.

- I took Bartley there the following day.

He was blackmailing me.

- He found out I was having an affair

with one of the boys in his class.

- Malcolm.

- Yes.

Bartley made me pose nude for him

in return for keeping quiet.

- He followed us to the house,

thinking it was Malcolm's house.

The next day, he said

unless I took him back there,

he'd tell Malcolm's parents.

He was really enjoying

the hold he had over the situation.

- So you went to the house.

- I refused to get undressed

and tried to talk him out of it.

He wouldn't have it.

He went mad.

I was scared.

- Would have.

- See, what I don't understand is...

unless he tied you up,

there is no way that he could have

got undressed and kept you in the room.

- He threatened me.

So I went along with it and got undressed.

- No.

Only until I elbowed him in the face.

He got off me and went into convulsions.

- I didn't give a damn about that sick bastard.

So I got dressed and ran.

- Yeah, but not before you had taken his ID.

Why was that?

- I don't know, I panicked.

I was furious.

I didn't know he was dead.

Honestly.

I'm not a criminal.

- Yeah, well...

Malcolm is only 15.

- I'm only 24.

- It's against the law.

Malcolm's parents entrusted their son

into the care of this school.

You abused that trust.

- It didn't feel like that.

Ask Malcolm.

We love each other.

Is that such a terrible thing?

What'll happen to me?

- Whatever the law decides.

Go on, go and get your coat.

Frost.

- I'm at the CITES and Customs Office

with Miss Desai.

She'd like a word, sir.

- You tell him, it's your intelligence.

- Right.

Hello, Inspector.

I thought you should know,

the Tribute has docked in Antwerp.

- It's a freighter

with a consignment on board for Shawcuts.

- They're offloading the Shawcuts container in Antwerp.

- Our information is

that they've been taking on various livestock

with their furniture shipments

ever since Singapore.

They've put in at Sumatra,

Sri Lanka, Mombassa en route.

I mean, who knows what else

is in that container?

- Yeah, well, the crew must be bent

because there's no way that those animals

could survive that journey in a container.

- Yeah, well, they're bound to be.

Money's no object.

- Well, my priority is to get Edwards.

What are you doing?

- One of my men has just left for Antwerp.

We think Edwards will make the pickup himself.

- Right, Presley, you get down to Shawcuts

and pick up Prior.

Miss Desai, perhaps you'd like to join us

when we interview him.

- This is your name in Vietnamese.

Prior.

Pardon?

- This is Lahn Loc's diary.

Who's Lahn Loc?

- The man Flannagan swore you shot.

- Flannagan's a liar, then.

- We've got it on tape.

Live from the farm.

- I didn't shoot anyone.

- Flannagan's dead.

Of course, you knew that, didn't you?

- Listen, I didn't know anything about this.

I wasn't...

- No comment.

- The last time Flannagan was seen alive

was at Shawcuts Garden Centre.

His Land Rover is still there in the car park.

I've got CCTV footage of a Shawcuts truck

arriving at the same place

where Flannagan's body was found.

Don't you think that's a coincidence?

- The bullet matches

the one found in Mr Lahn Loc.

Another coincidence?

- My client had nothing to do with the killing.

- Flannagan said you were there.

- But Flannagan's dead, you said.

- Yes, he is.

But we have got his signed statement.

- My client will admit to dealing in the animals

but not to murder.

- I'm listening.

- Lahn Loc's people in Asia captured the animals.

Edwards organizes the shipment.

My job was to find out

who was interested in buying what.

- When people know you're dealing this stuff,

they find you and tell you.

Who are these people?

- Cosmetics...

Medical research still needed animals.

That was Edwards' province and the other stuff.

- Ivory, bush meat, stuffed tiger cubs,

shahtoosh shawls, whatever's available.

We never found any of this stuff

at Flannagan's.

- You wouldn't.

Edwards kept that side to himself.

- Oh, so, when you found out

that Lahn Loc and Flannagan

were doing a bit of

freelance business on the side...

that's when you decided to kill them.

- That was Edwards.

I'm just a salesman.

I want a deal.

- The Far East connections.

- For starters.

The ivory, the bush meat--

- I don't know, he has another partner.

- I didn't say that.

- Letting Flannagan go was a calculated risk.

I take full responsibility.

- Sorry to interrupt, it's on its way.

- Oh, good.

- The Shawcuts container.

This is Officer Desai

of Her Majesty's Revenue And Customs.

CITES group.

That's the Convention of International Trades

on Endangered Species, sir.

This is Superintendent Mullet.

- Hello.

- Please, come in.

Right, so, what's the latest?

Our counterparts in Antwerp took the bribe

the Vietnamese offered, as arranged.

The truck has cleared Customs

and has left the docks

and we have an officer with it

under surveillance as we speak.

- Oh, it's a bit of a black hole.

If they clear Customs over there,

they can drive through any port here

without having to go through immigration,

Passport Control or X-ray scans.

- The beauty of the EU, sir.

Oh, by the way, is this ivory?

- It was a gift, Jack.

- Not from the elephant.

- Okay, ETA 10 minutes.

- All right.

You all know what to do?

Keep out of sight.

Armed police! Don't move!

Step away from the door!

- Look at me! Look at me!

- I'm looking, I'm looking!

- I'm arresting you for the murder

of Lahn Loc and Kevin Flannagan.

- I don't know what you're talking about!

- Your partner, Mr Prior, tells us different.

- And I'm going to do you for the animals.

- The ones you've got on board.

- We saw them being transferred

from the container in Belgium.

- All right, all right,

I was just doing Prior a favor,

bringing them in, that's all.

It's no big deal.

Do you want me to pay the fine now?

- Yes, I do!

But that's after I find your gun

and do you for murder.

- We found the bullet that killed Flannagan.

It comes out of the same gun

that killed Lahn Loc.

- I don't own a gun.

- Jack!

- We'll...

Yeah?

- It's empty, it's just furniture.

You're joking!

- No.

- This is a panel.

This is a panel, it'll come away.

All right, get it off.

Come on, Elvis, give her a hand.

- They've let it die.

Nearly everything in here is...

rare or illegal,

or both.

- Dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

I mean, what is a dead tiger doing

in the back of a lorry here in Denton?

I mean, who's got the right?

We can still manufacture drugs

for people to stick in their arms,

but we can't manufacture

any more of these, can we?

Eh?

Guv...

Oh, well done, Harmison.

I don't suppose you'd like to

put your hand in there

and get the gun for me, would you?

- All right, just a minute.

Edwards, we found the gun.

What I want to know is

why didn't you throw it in the Channel?

- My insurance.

- Hold on, just a minute, lads.

What do you mean?

- Like the clingfilm.

- But your fingerprints

will be underneath the clingfilm.

- Not mine, they won't.

- I'd like to do a deal.

What do you think I am,

a croupier or something?

Everybody wants a deal!

All right, go on.

- Go on.

- You'll find Prior's fingerprints

under that clingfilm.

He killed Lahn Loc.

It's his gun.

But then you covered them up

with clingfilm and shot Flannagan.

- It wasn't my idea to kill Lahn Loc or Flannagan.

Are you receiving me? Over.

- Roger, Guv, we're all set.

- Okay, well, when the gate opens,

I want you to follow me through.

I'm gonna drive straight up to the house.

You remain just the other side of the gate

till I call you, all right?

- Understood, over.

Who is it?

- Detective Inspector Frost, Denton CID.

I want to see Mr Shaw.

- Very well.

- Thank you.

Mrs Shaw

Hello.

My husband's in the summerhouse.

Oh, right, thank you.

- Oh, hello.

- No.

I hope you've got a licence for this lot.

- Oh, yes, of course.

And you.

- I hear you're playing havoc at one of my centres.

You know, someone's going to have to

compensate me for that.

- No doubt your solicitor is on the case,

even as we speak.

- You'd better believe it.

I mean, you've arrested my transport contractor,

one of my managers...

What are they charged with?

- Murder.

And Customs want them

for importing animals illegally.

- Oh, dear, how awful.

Now, Inspector...

Do you know what this is?

- It's a hyacinth macaw.

- You know your birds.

- Just a bit.

- Yeah, some.

- Come with me.

I want to show you something

very few people have seen.

Come on.

Nervous?

- No, no, I'm all right.

Good boy, good boy.

- Hello, Kismet, hello, hello.

Tell him, Brian, she's perfectly safe.

- She's all right, she's a pussy cat.

- You haven't got her brother lying on the floor

of your outhouse, have you?

- Now, this is how they get outside.

Through here.

When that's open,

they can come and go just as they please.

As long as they're not contained in there.

Right, Kismet?

Good Lord! Where did you get that from?

- Well, various other collectors.

The other two are Himalayan.

All licensed.

- Yeah, like your guns.

Amazing.

I don't know, you've got

a house full of hunting rifles

and a garden full of wild animals.

Fish and barrel

are the words that spring to mind.

- I'm a collector.

What's bothering you, Inspector?

- Keep animals in captivity.

Give you a buzz, does it?

- I do it because I can.

That's what gives me a buzz.

- Now, you're fishing, Inspector.

What is it you want, Frost?

I mean, you can't really believe

I've got anything to do with this...

smuggling, shootings...

I mean, look at it, man.

Why would I?

- You did.

In my office, when you told me

that one of my suppliers

had been found dead in a car park.

- Come on through.

There you go.

There's nobody here, is there?

- Well, it's just a habit.

Well, no, actually it's a rule.

- Prior is giving you up.

Ah...

- Customs have been following your boats

halfway round the world.

- Well, look...

What if I pay the fine,

I promise never to do it again...

No.

Prior is going to testify

that you ordered the killings.

That makes it conspiracy to murder.

- I wish you hadn't said that.

Still...

at least when I have my day in court...

you won't be there.

- Oh, God!

- All right!

Go on, get back!

Go on!

Go on!

Go on!

Get out of it! Get back!

Go on!

Go on, good job.

Take him with you, will you?

Ah, Trigg.

Have you got a pound on you?

- Oh, yeah, erm...

- Listen, erm...

do you remember Teddy Rappaport?

- Teddy Rappaport.

Yes, I do.

He was a councilor.

I put him down for embezzlement.

What about him?

- Well, he had a wife and daughter.

- His daughter's name was Julie.

- She married a Frank Brown.

It was in all the papers.

Suicide, councillor's daughter...

- Yes, all right, come on.

Get on with it.

- Do you think she knows you put her dad away?

- No, I don't think she does.

There you are, how's that?

- Both in the same place at the same time.

- Yes, I know, I'm sorry.

Sorry, that's all my fault.

Anyway, listen,

I've got something I want to tell you.

- Before you do, I've got something to tell you.

- No, no, let me get mine out of the way.

- Me first.

- All right, go on, then, you first.

- I've not been entirely honest with you, Jack.

I didn't tell you I was married.

- Oh, well...

- Well, I hadn't seen Frank since our separation

a couple of years ago.

Well, the thing is, when you and I

were supposed to go out last weekend

and we didn't,

I went out with some friends and I...

I bumped into Frank.

And, the point is...

I think there's still some hope for us.

Me and Frank, and...

I don't want to lead you on.

I'm sorry.

Now, your turn?

- No, it's all right.

Doesn't really matter now.

Well, I just want to wish you all the best.

I don't believe it.