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All yours.

LAUGHTER

On behalf of the force, a very happy and prosperous retirement, Ted.

Thank you.

Now Blackett's gone, Charles, how'd you like to step into his shoes?

Me?!

Chief Super?

It's a punishment posting, isn't it?

Stepping stone.

I want you Territorial Commander West. The politics is right for it.

Fast track to Assistant Chief Constable in five...

Excuse me, sir.

Think about it, Charles.

You're wasted on the streets.

MURMURING

SCREAMING

What the...?

YELLING AND POUNDING

All right, all right.

Give me the keys.

If the boss moves up, it could do us all some good.

Think you'll rise on his coat-tails?

Might.

No way. Wycliffe won't play office politics

with the deadheads upstairs.

He's a total, 100%, hands-on copper. Always will be.

They've lost a prisoner off the moor, sir.

Boss says upstairs in five minutes. Right.

Tenner on it.

What?

Charlie's moving up.

RADIO: 'News just in on Radio Cornwall.'

'The police advise the public to look out for an escaped prisoner.'

RADIO JINGLE

'John Bonetti, was being transferred to a London jail.'

'Bonetti, sentenced to life

'for killing his wife and her lover, is armed.'

'Prison authorities refuse to say how he obtained the weapon.'

'The police should be contacted if he is sighted. More details later.'

WIND HOWLING

No, no. Thank you. Bye.

Several calls already, sir.

Someone spotted him in Bude. Another in Mevagissey.

Must have sprouted wings.

We'll stay put at HQ. No point chasing shadows.

I could do with a night in me own bed.

What was that? Nothing.

What have we got on the escaped man?

John Bonetti. Double murder.

Crime of passion. Found some Romeo in bed with his wife.

How?

Multiple stab wounds.

Outdid the Three Musketeers, I hear.

OK, Dixie. Let's draw the files on Bonetti.

Any known associates. Addresses.

Yes, sir.

We nick him, put him away.

And some slack security firm lets him slip away.

That's one way to put it.

Did Bonetti have many visitors?

His mother, lawyers, occasional friend.

And for a year, Jane Hardy.

Who's she? A prison visitor, volunteer.

She's been good with Bonetti. Calmed him down.

This is the metal detector, Superintendent.

Step through, Rogerson.

ALARM BEEPS

Every visitor has to pass through here.

Any metal triggers the alarm.

So how did he get the gun in here?

We don't know yet.

Why was he being transferred?

We thought he was in on a drugs racket here.

Amphetamines have been circulating. How would he get those?

Visitors are a crafty lot.

They palm stuff with a cigarette, pass it mouth to mouth.

You need eyes in the back of your head.

But a visitor couldn't get a gun in?

No way. I don't know how that was done.

I know he's an animal.

The sooner he's back in the box, the better.

LAUGHS

You must've got to know him well... over the year you've been visiting.

He wasn't easy to get close to.

But he'd begun to open up. Talk about his feelings.

He's very angry.

A lot of things about his childhood were coming up.

You're aware why he was in prison?

He killed his wife and her lover in a fit of rage?

No one's irredeemable.

You can't lock him up and throw away the key.

I saw my role as helping to rehabilitate him.

Well, he's out now. With a gun.

Yes.

Do you know how he got the weapon?

No.

Did he ever discuss a plan to escape?

Never. He expressed regret for the crime he committed.

And accepted that he had to be punished.

He may try to contact you, Miss Hardy.

You can reach us on this number.

Of course.

I obviously completely misjudged him.

It's Leeds pottery, this, is it?

Yes.

It's slip-moulded. Very fragile.

Right.

I suggest you take extra care...

while Bonetti's still at large.

I will. Thank you.

Check her background. Husband, boyfriends.

Struck me as a bit of a soft touch.

Lord save us from the do-gooders.

When did you last see your son, Mrs Bonetti?

Couple of months ago. In prison.

I went in for his birthday.

He's a-dog's a-brother. No good.

Leave it, Tony.

Santo cielo, diglielo che noi abbiamo niente a che fare con lui.

Ignore him.

Look. My son is a nasty piece of work.

He nearly ruined the business, after what he did. It was in the papers!

Terrible.

Do you know where he might be? Girlfriends?

Try the massage parlour. That's his kind of woman.

I can't help you. It's more than my life's worth, even if I am his mum.

He doesn't care who he hurts. Never has.

Broke my heart.

Here.

Thank you. Please!

We know nothing! We don't want to.

You catch him, I say, hallelujah.

How much...?

It's on the house. We are good to police here.

No, I'll pay, if you don't mind.

You made it.

Yeah. Thanks to you.

The police did come round.

But you weren't followed?

No.

Keep it together, Jane. You've been brilliant.

I can't stop shaking.

Did you get the passport?

Yes. It's all arranged.

It's gonna be OK.

Don't worry.

I've got some business to sort out.

What business?

My money.

I told you. We don't need any.

I know. But...

Just trust me, hmm?

Please?

I've risked everything, John.

Everything.

Yeah, I know.

I want...

I love you.

Basque. Spanish job.

Nine millimetre.

It's absolutely realistic.

Yes. But feel the weight.

It's a replica. Made from glazed ceramic.

From the mould of a real gun.

A beautiful finish. Completely authentic to the eye.

It can't trigger the metal detector.

Yep. Non-metallic. That's a work of art.

This replica of a gun was used by Bonetti to effect his escape.

Did you make it?

I suggest you tell us, Miss Hardy.

Before we find out by other means.

Yes, I did make it.

And I smuggled it into prison.

Assisting a prisoner to escape is a very serious offence.

I understand.

Why did you do it?

Surely you were aware that Bonetti is a cold and ruthless killer.

You don't know him.

Nobody does.

He's never had a chance.

And being caged up was destroying him.

And I...

I couldn't watch that happen.

So you'd formed an emotional bond with Bonetti?

You probably think it's incredibly naive, but...

..I wasn't looking for that. I just wanted to help him.

Help him open up.

And slowly...

despite myself...

as he talked...

I found myself falling in love with him.

Have you been in contact with Bonetti since he escaped? No.

So you just helped him to escape, this man you love.

Now you might not see him again, is that right?

He'll reach me at the right time.

Where's the gun?

I told you, I took it into the prison to him.

No, no. Not the replica.

The real one. That you used for a mould. Where is it?

I don't know.

How did you get the gun?

John arranged it. It came in a padded envelope.

You had the gun?

Where is it now?!

I left it somewhere.

What do you mean, 'left it'?

With food and clothes, for John to pick up...

Where?

An old tin mine outside Trevadlock. There's a ruined smelting chimney.

Doug? Doug! It's Wycliffe.

It looks like Bonetti may have picked up a gun. Yes.

At Trevadlock. There's an old tin mine. A smelting chimney.

You'd better get there. Now, if you can.

I see. I see. OK, I'll hang on.

He had to have the gun. Why?

His life was being threatened.

That's why he had to get out.

Somebody was threatening him?

It was from his past. He owed a lot of money to someone on the outside.

And they threatened to have him killed if he didn't come up with it.

Who threatened him?

He wouldn't tell me.

But I could see he was terrified.

I know you think I've been stupid.

But I couldn't keep going into that prison every week...

watching him fall apart.

I had to help him.

I had to.

Jane Hardy, I'm arresting you on suspicion

of assisting in John Bonetti's escape from custody. Understand?

Superintendent Wycliffe has cautioned you.

It's just in here, sir.

Find the gun?

No, sir. But he's been here. All this food and stuff...

Right. Keep looking then.

What sort of gun was it, sir?

A 9mm Basque. A man-stopper.

I'd check your life insurance, Dixie.

Bonetti running around with one of these - someone's going to get hurt.

Seven more sightings, sir. But as yet - nothing.

Ah, sir...

Jane Hardy's bailed, sir. Lucy's keeping tabs.

What's her background?

37. Degree in psychology from Exeter University.

Bit of previous. Cannabis possession in 78.

In with a set of alternativos.

You know, pothead and cashmere feminists.

Sir...? Yes, Potter.

I checked the Bonetti murder papers.

Got some names of old associates.

The thing is - the case was fronted by DCI Turner...

Ah!

Isn't that your old boss?

DCI Turner felt it wasn't a 'crime passionnel' but was drugs related.

Go on.

The man Bonetti caught with his wife was an informant.

He and the DCI were close to the drugs ring when Bonetti killed him.

Bonetti was in with this ring?

No proof, but highly likely.

Is Jack Turner still in Plymouth?

No. He hung his hat up a couple of years ago.

Well. That's good work, Potter.

Ah... It's very good, Potter.

Well, you must be scratching for work now.

No, sir, I was -

I've got just the job - with your eye for detail.

This padded envelope

is from Jane Hardy's cottage. The gun was sent to her in this.

It has an electronic bar-coded price label and a batch number, see?

Yeah.

Check all the Southwest stationers.

What, visit them all, sir?

No, Potter. Let your fingers do the walking before wasting shoe leather.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir (!)

Good morning!

Are you following me?

For your own protection.

What's this about? I'm sorry. You are...?

George Warne. Detective Inspector Lane.

Can I ask what's in this crate?

Pots. Pots?

Look if you like. Thank you.

It's the truth!

I fly these regularly to the Scilly Isles. What's the problem?

I'm not sure there is one - yet.

They're just pots.

Whatever this is, Inspector, I run a straight business here.

I'm sorry, George. It's my fault.

Clients are waiting for these in the Scilly Isles.

They have to get there.

I do appreciate that, madam.

Half of our force is out looking for an incredibly dangerous man.

Inconvenient for all of us. But that's how it is.

It really went sweetly.

Is it all here? Yes.

You had yours out of it?

Yes, son. Thanks.

Been in our cold storage for three years.

A cool million, huh?

John... television said you've got a gun.

No, I ditched it, Mum. Don't worry.

When are you going?

Well, a couple of days.

Got a bit of unfinished business.

Be careful, son. Please.

Sure.

I'll send you a postcard, huh?

Better be going.

Father'll be having kittens out there.

Thanks for everything, Mum.

You've been a diamond.

Yes!

I couldn't believe Bonetti did those murders.

He had the charm of a time-share salesman.

What was the drugs connection?

A pill-pushing gang - whizz, amphetamines.

I think Bonetti was holding the money. A lot, in cash.

Is this dealings money off the street?

Yeah. The amphetamine habit costs a fortune.

They were pushing them all over the Southwest.

Names? A few. Nothing good enough to act on.

He killed our informant. Then his wife to make it look kosher.

Even had the cheek to claim on her insurance. But I had him.

Any idea where he'd go to ground? Who might harbour him?

No, but he'll crawl out of the woodwork as soon as he's ready.

Or he might wing it to the Continent. Right...

Who sprung Bonetti off the moor? Do we know?

All we've got so far is this young woman, a prison visitor...

who claims she did it for love.

Love?! Bonetti!

Bonetti would love a woman like a weasel loves a rabbit.

Right. Well, thanks for that, Jack. Pleasure.

I hear you're in line for Divisional Commander.

Who told you that?

Oh, rumour squad. Not true, then?

I'm pondering.

There's a tide in the affairs of men, Charlie.

They only offer it once.

I know.

This is the replica gun used in the escape.

The ident number was transferred by the mould.

Took some teasing out...

but we came up with it.

Thanks.

The gun was registered to Ian Rigby. He reported it stolen.

He's in the Bonetti murder papers.

Suspicion of drug involvement. Nothing proven.

Could be the link, sir.

Rigby gives the real gun to Jane Hardy. She copies it for Bonetti.

Sir, Bonetti's stuck in prison, and only he knows where the money is.

If he threatened to talk,

they couldn't shut him up without losing their money.

So they had to spring him. Yeah.

Do we have an address for Ian Rigby?

Acaster Cottage, Kilverton. Get a warrant, sir?

Yes, yes. Right. Thanks, Harry.

Well done, Potter.

Yes...

Any joy with that envelope, yet?

Not yet, sir. No.

What are we waiting for, eh?

Always get the rubb' job.

That's the job, son.

Hours of boring plod, punctuated by moments of sheer bloody terror.

And I know which I prefer.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

John! Where are you?

No, don't come here.

Yeah.

You fly tomorrow.

I love you.

The security camera is always on.

Videoing customers at the checkouts.

With a timecode display.

The bar code on each item registers on the till roll. And is also timed.

We keep all tapes and till rolls for three weeks.

So if this is on your till rolls,

we can get a timed match from the tapes.

Correct.

A video image of who bought this?

Oh, yes. Magic!

Not quite.

This way.

All yours.

WHIMPERS

We'll go round the back.

One minute.

Now!

Sir!

Sir. Hm?

Ian Rigby?

That's my guess, yeah.

He's not going to tell us much, is he?

Nope.

Get Franks, full forensic team.

Everyone away from the scene, please.

'The dead man was Ian Rigby.'

'Escaped prisoner John Bonetti, police warn, is still at large.'

'We must stress that Bonetti is armed and extremely dangerous.'

'Members of the public, if they think they have seen this man...

must not approach him.'

'Ring us on 01209 717250.'

'The striations on this bullet are quite narrow.'

The weapon was probably a Basque 9mm. Ah-ha.

Within a range of about six feet.

Time of death?

Couple of days ago.

Two rounds, slam in the heart.

It's a good grouping.

Taking shape, sir, isn't it?

Rigby helps Bonetti to escape, using the Hardy woman.

As soon as he's out, Bonetti kills him. Why?

It's a double-cross.

There's big money floating around.

If Bonetti takes out Rigby, there's one less to divvy up with.

Could be.

The Hardy woman's the key, though.

Either Bonetti did charm her and use her

or she was in on Rigby's murder.

Let's pull her in again.

Before Bonetti gets to her - or she does a disappearing act.

Why didn't I join traffic!

500cc Norton throbbing between my legs. The smell of leather.

And the wind in your Brylcreem?

Winging a Ford Sierra down the A30, blues and twos going.

No, I became a detective (!)

Glorified bloody flour grader.

Hey, don't knock it.

We could grab the glory here.

Whoever bought this, sent the gun to Jane Hardy.

A pound to a peanut it was Rigby.

Obvious. And he's dead!

Complete waste of time.

Listen. Foot soldiers spend their lives wading through dross.

Make sure you enjoy it, son.

Did you know a man named Rigby?

No.

Was it him gave you the gun?

The one you copied, the Basque.

I don't know who sent it!

John arranged it.

Well...

Ian Rigby is now dead.

SNIFFS

We believe he was killed by John Bonetti...

with the gun you left for him at the Trevadlock tin mine.

Jane...

You're implicated in a murder enquiry.

You must tell us everything you know. Everything!

I've been a fool.

I really love him.

I didn't know he was going to kill anyone - that's the truth.

You've seen him, haven't you?

Since he escaped.

He's not roaming around, is he?

He's holed up somewhere.

Where?

I don't...

Jane...

Bonetti's used you.

You fell in love.

I know how it is.

But this man is not worth your tears.

He's ruthless.

You've got to tell us where he is. You've got to. Please!

Before somebody else gets killed.

Oh, God...

When you talked to him in prison, did he mention...

anywhere...anybody?

Friend in the area?

Jane?

Think, Miss Hardy. Think! Anything.

He talked about, er...

..his mum and dad a lot.

They have a caravan outside Newquay.

He said he used to go there during the holidays.

That's all I know! I'm sorry.

Oh, ma'am. Message. Who from?

Bloke. Simon somebody... Oh, thanks.

Lucy!

Get TFU. Jane Hardy's given us a possible safe house for Bonetti.

When she's let go, you follow her. Stay on her back.

Can we get full surveillance?

I'll try. Meantime, you're on your own.

Wycliffe speaking. I want a tactical firearms unit. Full works.

Caravan site near Newquay. Bonetti, the escaped prisoner.

Police!

Don't move!

Hands behind your back! Do it!

Now! Now!

Blue One for Blue Leader.

Blue One. Received. Out.

We've got Bonetti. Excellent.

There's just one problem. What's that?

He's already dead. Shot.

Sarge? Mm-hm.

Double-check this.

7 - 6 - 5...

..8 - 9 - 0 - 7...

..4 - 3 - 2 - 1.

Bingo. Full line. Oh, yes!

What date?

Third of the month.

Now all we need to do is find the matching tape.

Oh, no!

It's all right. They're marked. Nice one!

He was shot through the chest at close range.

Some time last night. Early hours to dawn. Small calibre weapon.

9mm Basque? Something like that.

Not my field. Tell you more after we've had him on the slab.

No sign of the gun?

No. There's a cushion, used to silence the shot.

These were under the bed, sir. Two £50 notes, used.

It was obviously all very carefully laid.

Somebody got Bonetti out of prison to kill him.

That's right.

To get their hands on the money only he had the key to.

And then silence him permanently. Yeah.

The question is, who?

Oh...

Three no trump.

Show me.

That's him. He bought the envelope to send the gun to Jane Hardy.

Well, it certainly isn't Ian Rigby.

I've seen him before.

Oof! Let's go.

BOTH LAUGHING

Police! Stay where you are!

Your flight's cancelled, Mr Warne.

So Warne was behind the whole thing? So it would appear.

Dixie and I'll take him, shall we?

Yes, yes. I want you with me, Lucy.

Wrap Warne up by six and crack a few beers, eh? Job done.

What do we do the Hardy woman on, sir? Just aiding the escapee?

Let's find out.

You sent the real gun to Jane Hardy, didn't you?

We have you on video tape buying the envelope.

No comment.

You were in with Rigby and Bonetti dealing drugs.

Jane Hardy's already told us.

No comment.

You helped Bonetti to escape.

He gave you back the real gun and you killed Rigby. Is that it?

No comment.

And then you killed Bonetti. Double-crossed him as well.

MOUTHS

Could you speak up, Mr Warne? For the tape.

MOUTHS AGAIN

Are you sure you don't want a solicitor present?

Yes, I am.

How long have you and George Warne been having a relationship, Jane?

We met a couple of years ago.

Ah, I see.

And then he persuaded me to help him and Rigby get Bonetti out of prison.

I became a prison visitor.

Bonetti was convinced that I was in love with him.

He thought that he was using me.

I only did it for George.

So you were in love with George Warne?

Very.

He said he wanted to give up drug dealing once and for all.

We'd get Bonetti out of prison...

..divide up the money and then...

..make a fresh start, go somewhere.

He didn't tell me he was going to kill anyone.

So...so Warne lied to you.

Yeah.

You said you left the gun, the real gun,

at the tin mine for Bonetti to collect.

That's what you said.

It was a lie, wasn't it?

Yes.

I gave the gun back to George after I'd made the replica.

That was what we'd planned.

And then Warne used the gun to kill Bonetti and Rigby.

Yes.

I didn't know he was going to do that.

Not kill them, I swear.

People do foolish things, Miss Hardy.

Take enormous risks.

Tell any lie. And all in the name of love.

Yes.

They get confused.

Upset.

Until the difference between the truth and lying...

doesn't seem to matter any more.

But it does matter, Miss Hardy.

You're a very good liar, aren't you?

In fact, this is a lie. No...

Yes.

You convinced Warne you were in love with him, just like you did Bonetti.

You planned it. The whole thing.

No.

You planned to spring Bonetti for the money.

Then had Warne kill Bonetti and Rigby. Isn't that the truth?

You can't prove any of that.

All I did was smuggle in a replica gun.

That's all.

Mr Warne is up the corridor, right this minute.

He'll go down for murder, Miss Hardy.

And he'll take you with him.

I need the loo.

Interview suspended at 17:52.

I can give you names.

All Warne's international contacts.

A lot goes via Spain.

Drug dealers all over the Southwest.

And the London end.

That'd be very co-operative of you.

You can have it all, but only if you drop me out of the murder charge

You admit it, then?

You planned the whole thing?

I admit nothing.

Then I'm sorry, Miss Hardy.

I don't do deals.

Not with killers.

Are you going to take the job, sir?

Divisional Commander?

I don't think so, Doug.

Someone should be here to stay on your back and keep you honest.

Might as well be me.

Good night.

BOTH: Good night.

I told you he wasn't interested in promotion.

He likes delving into the dark side. You can't do that flying a desk.

I owe you a tenner. Nah. Just buy me a lot of drink.

Another time.

Eh?

I'm meeting someone.

Oh. Simon, is it?

Do I know him?

No!