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Alan.

It's Anne.

Anne Carter. Go and get an ambulance.

Hurry!

Has she regained consciousness at all?

No. Coma since she came in yesterday.

Blow to the head? Or what?

There are numerous contusions. Her head took quite a beating out there.

But around her neck there are pressure marks of finger and thumb.

You mean strangulation? Your police surgeon thinks

she may have been attacked before she ended up in the water.

However, she probably never felt a thing.

We found a small puncture mark in her right arm.

Her blood tests showed a high concentration of a narcotic drug.

Heroin overdose.

Was she a habitual user? Apparently not.

There are no other needle marks.

Doctor. Oh. Excuse me.

So she was either experimenting with heroin,

got high as a kite and went surfing at midnight,

or somebody administered the drug against her will,

and then dumped her in the water.

Mm-hm.

You stay here, Potter. If she comes round, I want to know immediately.

WHOOPING

Become very cosmopolitan, this surfing lark, hasn't it?

You get all types and tribes at it these days, Doug.

Everything from solicitors to dog on a string squatters.

Sir. This is Sgt Rinnick. He's on attachment with us on this one.

Pleasure to be working with you, Superintendent, and you, ma'am.

Have you come up with anything? Yes. Anne Carter.

She was found washed up over there Sunday morning.

And her car was spotted midnight the night before nearby.

Volkswagen Beetle, sir. Do we have the vehicle?

No, sir. It's disappeared. Gone with the wind.

Dixon's doing the rounds on that one, sir.

Anne Carter ever come to your attention locally? Yes, ma'am.

She was in a protest group called Surfers For A Cleaner Sea.

Always pulling stunts against the sewage in the water.

Looks all right to me. Yeah. Maybe.

100 yards out it's like oxtail soup.

Need your head read swimming in that.

Not a local. She lived and worked at a hotel. Part-time waitress.

Beach Hotel, sir. Rest of her time she was out there, surf nut,

looking for a wave. OK.

Go and visit the hotel, Doug. We'll take a look around. Sir.

Is she Wycliffe's personal assistant?

No. She's a DI. I know, sir.

But is she a sort of free and easy style? No.

She's not free and she's never easy.

And you'd do me a big favour if you remembered that, Sergeant.

Sorry, but you'll still need permission from the ward sister.

I spoke to...

I'll go back down and do it now.

Anne Carter's brother, he says.

Oh, yeah? Seen him somewhere before.

Where?

I can't remember. Great detective you are, then.

Right. Drink, gentlemen?

Well, I wouldn't mind a beer... No, thank you very much.

Cream tea would go down well.

Eduardo - two creams here.

I thought Anne had just had some sort of surfing accident.

We're not sure if it was an accident, Mr Treen.

Her car is missing.

It's rotten luck. Yeah, you could say that.

No. I meant she was going on holiday next week.

Australia. Had the flight booked. Are you sure?

Showed me her plane tickets.

Surfing on Bondi Beach. Full of it, she was.

One endless summer for some folk! Did she plan to travel alone?

As far as I know. Any regular boyfriends?

A queue down the street. But not one in particular?

Well, there's one fella she went with, Jake Marberry. He's a shaper.

PHONE RINGS What's a shaper?

Oh, makes surfboards. Handcrafts them.

He's got a workshop and surf-gear shop the other side of the bay.

Rum bunch of characters over there, they are.

Excuse me, gentlemen. I'll just get that. Thank you.

Lovely.

Lucy, it's Doug here.

I've got a name for you. Jake Marberry.

BARKING

Shut up, Gabriel. Down!

We're looking for a Volkswagen.

On the road or for parts?

A stolen Volkswagen, Mr Pendower. I might have known.

Registration number GPS 303.

I've no memory for numbers.

Do you mind if we look around?

Got a warrant?

No, but I can get one.

ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

ROCK MUSIC POUNDS OUT Hi.

Jake Marberry? Yeah.

Best in the West.

It's all hand-shaped. Foam-centred.

Fibre glass outer shell.

Feel that finish. Police. Detective Inspector Lane.

Ooh! Is there a problem?

We're making inquiries about Anne Carter.

You know Ms Carter? Sure.

She used to work up here.

You know she's been involved in an incident?

Yeah. You want the truth? She had it coming.

Two-foot slop or 20-foot sea, Anne was out there.

You think what happened to her was accidental?

Suicidal, more like.

I've seen her paddle out miles beyond the breaking point.

Day time. Night. The waves jacking up and slamming down so hard,

even the best surfer in the world couldn't make it.

MUSIC OFF

You were involved with her, weren't you?

Well, I...

Who gave you my name?

A... Mr Treen from the...

Treen! Trying to drop me in it, is he?

MUSIC ON

Why would he want to do that, Mr Marberry?

Treen's not fond of surfers.

Especially not Surfers For A Cleaner Sea.

You run this organisation, don't you?

Yep. There's a big problem with the astrovirus.

Gets in the water from the outflow pipes.

Day-trippers out there for a few minutes are all right.

But surfers are out there for hours.

That's when you pick up the virus.

What do you do? Protest?

Yeah. We have a go at the waterboard, council.

Kick up a stink.

Any possibility what happened to Anne might be connected to that?

Could be.

Surfers aren't exactly popular round here with some people.

Did she have any habits you're aware of?

Excuse me?

Some people smoke, some drink,

some have more exotic ways of unwinding.

Inspector, you're way out of my depth.

I know nothing about what happened to Anne last night

or her exotic habits.

I just want to see her pull out of this thing.

Excuse me.

Changing room inside.

Anne worked here in the shop till a couple of months ago.

I understand she and Mr Marberry were very close.

Not close. They had a sort of thing.

Anne wasn't into Jake. Excuse me.

Not her type at all. Too full of himself.

Is that why she left? Did she and Jake Marberry have a row? No.

It was...

..personal reasons.

How is Anne? She's not well.

What kind of personal reasons?

That's for her to say, Superintendent.

I can't help you, I'm afraid.

I don't know anything about who attacked her. It wasn't me.

I didn't suggest it was, Mr Corliston.

Excuse me. I must see to this customer.

Found it round the back, sir.

And this. It's her car, all right. He's been stripping it down.

Zeb's a local scallywag.

Chop his hands off, he'd steal with his teeth.

Where is he? He's over there, sir.

OK.

One of your regulars, then? Capital A aggravation family.

He's a slippery customer, all right. He's on the skids for this.

I never touched the woman. Never saw her.

Her car just come my way. Oh, yeah? How's that, then?

One of my boys spotted it down by the beach.

Abandoned, it was. Really? Door was hanging open.

So I wired it across, fetched it up here for scrap.

Them surfers just dump their old cars. Happens all the time.

Looking for a good citizen's award? No!

Zeb Pendower, I'm arresting you on suspicion of theft of a car

belonging to one Anne Carter. You don't have to say anything...

Save your breath. I know it backwards.

We found this in a brazier over there, sir.

Is this yours, Mr Pendower?

It was in the car when I found it. That's all I know.

The bag belonged to Anne Carter? Yes.

Plus the remains of an airline ticket

and a wallet for travellers' cheques inside. The cheques are missing.

What if Pendower stumbles across Anne Carter late night on the beach.

He tries his arm with her, and everything gets out of hand.

She was high on heroin. An overdose. How's that?

Does Zeb Pendower know anything about drugs?

Not that we know of. But according to Sgt Rinnick,

robbery with violence was Zeb's speciality in the younger days.

Me and Doug will do the interview with Pendower. Check Marberry.

And the chap we met in the shop up there.

Corliston? John Corliston.

Lucy, are you still friendly with that journalist?

What's his name? Simon? Why?

I just wondered if you'd seen this.

They've got the whole Anne Carter story,

including the heroin injection the boss wanted kept under wraps.

How did they get all this? People will be asking, won't they?

Has Wycliffe seen this? No.

I don't think so. Not yet. I'd better talk to him.

I'd have a word with your friend Simon first

and find out where he got the bloody story from.

Obviously, it wasn't you, was it?

Doug...! That's what I mean - it wasn't you.

So, there's no point in casting a shadow over yourself with the boss.

Is there?

OK. I'll see you later.

ANGRY VOICES

She's in here. I've got to see her. Can I help you, sir?

DC Potter.

Oh... sorry.

And you are...?

I'm a friend.

I'm just a friend.

I'm sorry.

Is she showing any spark?

No. I don't think so.

Good. You can go back to sleep again, then. Hmm?

Had you been drinking the night you stole Anne Carter's car? No!

On some other sort of substance, then, Zeb?

Eh? Listen, I don't do drugs, if that's what you're asking.

I'd thrash my boys if they touched the stuff.

Show us your arms, would you?

What? Please, Mr Pendower.

See?

Clean. Both.

Wanna see my backside an' all?

That won't be necessary, Zeb.

This bag which you tried to burn, these were in it. So?

Air ticket. Wallet for travellers' cheques.

Except, the cheques have been removed.

Not by me, they wasn't. That's how I found them.

I just slung the bag in the brazier.

Nothing else in it? No money, if that's what you mean.

A syringe. White powder.

This Jackanory story time or what?

I took a car I reckoned was dumped. That's all I done.

The rest of the stuff you're asking,

I don't know diddly about none of it.

I'm a reporter. I get a story and I go to print with it.

We've had this out before, Simon. Look, it's nothing to do with you.

Where did you get this information from?

Heroin injections. Times. Places. Everything's in here.

Come on. I can't reveal my sources.

Look, I did some sniffing around at the hospital.

And elsewhere. What is the problem?

The problem is we don't want the world to know all this.

I see. Don't confuse the public with the facts. Is that the idea?

There are key clues, information we always keep under wraps.

Things only the offender can know.

OK. Look, I do understand.

But I worked my backside off to get that story.

Luce, there's nothing for you to worry about.

Your boss knows you're not biddable. That's not the point.

I promised you I would never hassle you for information,

and I haven't. Have I?

No.

Well, then trust me.

Look, the stuff I got came from elsewhere.

Have you heard about this Surfers For A Cleaner Sea thing?

Did you know Anne Carter was involved? We know all that.

Look, I did a story down here.

Well, it was like Jaws, the movie.

There were really heavy feelings

about the surfers giving the place a bad name.

Treen, the hotelier who Anne Carter worked for -

he's a big wheel in the Hotel Owners Association.

Is he, now? Yes.

A treasure hunter found it, sir, washed ashore.

If you would, Ted.

And he hit the jackpot.

It's been very carefully constructed,

but the buffeting it took has taken its toll.

And Bob's your uncle.

Heroin? A kilo to a penny, sir.

And there's a couple of other titbits.

The leg rope's got a name written on it.

Anne Carter, bearing the logo Best In The West.

That's shaped by Marberry.

Smart way to smuggle drugs ashore.

But if that was why she was attacked, why abandon the surfboard

full of heroin? Maybe her attacker didn't know the drugs were there.

When Zeb stole her car he disturbed whoever was dumping her body.

They panicked and scarpered.

Maybe.

The drugs squad's given Anne Carter's place a look -

it's clean. But they did find this.

A list of Anne's traveller's cheques numbers.

Get them circulated.

Sir, there's been a development.

Found anything? Nothing out of the ordinary, sir.

Mr Treen, the owner, sir.

One of my waiters, Eduardo, God bless him, has suddenly remembered

he took a call for Anne Carter the night she disappeared

from a man arranging to meet her down by the beach.

Who was the call from? That he can't remember.

He just took a message, which Anne picked up.

But we've a last-number dial-recall facility on the bookings' phone.

It gives the time, date of the last 50 calls made,

and the number of the caller.

So if the call came via this system it'll be in there.

We've checked most of the numbers. Nothing yet. Maybe it's a dead end.

It's just the last few.

No.

Here's one.

That's gotta be the number of whoever called Anne that night.

You're sure? The others tie up with bookings. I'll double-check.

You've been extremely helpful. Thank you. Thank you.

Right. OK.

Yeah. Thanks for getting back so quickly on that. Cheers.

Got a trace on the number you picked up at the Beach Hotel.

Whoever phoned Anne Carter did it from a public call box. Oh, great!

We've got the location. Check it out, Lucy.

Yeah. What's the word from the hospital?

Ms Carter's still on the critical list. Hasn't regained consciousness.

The doctors don't sound too hopeful.

All right, everybody. Listen up.

The white powder found yesterday in the surfboard

is confirmed as heroin. Two kilos.

So it appears or it's been made to appear

that Anne Carter is involved in major drug running.

Which puts Jake Marberry on the Special Potential list.

We know he's tied in with this Carter woman.

And we know that he made the surfboard.

Now...

Drugs have already sworn out a warrant to turn over his workshop

at one o'clock.

We'll be giving backup.

This information is of course confidential.

Which brings me to the next item.

The press.

Now, you'll be aware that significant evidence in this inquiry

has been published in the press.

Evidence I specifically insisted should be withheld.

Let me just make this clear.

I will not tolerate a leaky team. Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

All right. Anything else?

Yeah. Zeb Pendower's been pushed out on bail, sir.

If he fails to sign in, you chase him up. Right, sir.

Right.

Let's keep the job watertight from now on.

It isn't just an assault we're looking at, or an attempted murder.

This involves drug-runners... and we will have them.

So, Doug, Andy, Frank -

you give backup to Drugs on the Marberry raid. OK?

That's it.

You're chasing rainbows, man. We'll see.

Come on, fellas. I've got a business to run here.

But if you're a bit more serious about things,

there's better stuff in the van, which I'd be happy to dig out.

Mr Corliston, isn't it?

Yeah.

You work down here as well?

Jake has me running all over the place flogging stuff.

I wonder, you didn't phone Anne Carter

the night before she was found from the call box?

No. I don't think so.

You couldn't be a bit more definite about that, could you?

No. MAN: Hey, Johnny!

I don't remember making a call. No. Throw us the ball over!

A touch of the old turnip greens. Cannabis.

No joy next door so far, sir.

This the evil weed, then? We'll pull them for possession.

After that Forensics can take this place apart. OK?

I'm a bit worried about her, Doctor.

Thanks.

Problems? Yeah.

She's struggling.

Chance she might come out of it, but who knows?

They found the bloke who attacked her? Not yet.

The Gazette said she was into drug smuggling. Today's Gazette?

Yeah.

You don't want to believe everything you read in the papers... Avril.

You're improving, Mr Detective.

A large quantity of heroin was found in a surfboard

you admit making for Anne Carter.

You're real jokers.

You find a pinch of cannabis in my workshop

and suddenly I'm a heroin smuggler.

Heroin destroys people's lives, Mr Marberry.

It kills the kids who get hooked into it.

I don't regard it as a matter for jokes. Ahem.

Do sermons as well, Superintendent?

Where were you last Saturday night?

The night Anne Carter was attacked.

I can't remember.

Did you make a phone call to Ms Carter arranging to meet her later?

No.

Anne Carter is alive, but only just.

If she dies, there's a distinct possibility

we'll be investigating a murder.

You'd be wise to cooperate before that happens.

Was there some sort of argument between you and her about the drugs?

A struggle, maybe?

You didn't mean to hurt her, but you panicked.

You injected her with heroin

and dumped her body and the surfboard in the sea.

Is that how it went?

You guys are hallucinating.

I know nothing about any heroin, or any of this.

OK. Thanks. Truro, ma'am. Two days ago. Nice little turn up.

Right.

Sir, some of Anne Carter's travellers' cheques have shown up,

cashed at an exchange bureau in Truro.

Who by? Not sure on that yet, sir.

All right. Doug, chase it up. Sir.

Marberry a complete blank, then? Yeah.

He's been charged with possessing the cannabis.

Anything happening with Treen up at the hotel?

He confirmed Anne Carter was involved in the surf protests.

Organised by Marberry.

Yeah. It's possible Treen and her had some sort of bust-up over it,

but nothing definite.

Sir, could I have a word? Afternoon, sir. Ma'am.

It'll wait.

Them's the cheques. They're in Australian dollars. $1,500,

which came to £670, less commission.

You paid out £670, then?

Who presented the traveller's cheques?

They're signed by Ms Anne Carter.

We have a slight problem, Mrs Nankervis.

At the time the cheques were cashed Anne Carter was in a hospital bed

in a deep coma. Can you explain that to me?

Dunno.

Odd, isn't it? Come on, love.

Perhaps you can solve this little mystery for us.

I shouldn't have really done it.

It was a man. But he had her passport.

And they were all signed.

He said she was sick. I'm on commission so I changed 'em.

Can you describe the man? Yes.

He was big - well, on the middling side of big.

And he had dark, sort of light-dark hair.

PHONE RINGS Excuse me.

Could have been Zeb Pendower cashed these.

Could have nicked the cheques and the passport from her handbag.

Could have been anybody, the description she's given us.

Lumbered you with the night shift, Sarge?

I need the overtime. Is that what I have to wear?

Good night.

You off? Yeah.

You celebrating? It's my birthday.

The party's on Tuesday, but the girls gave me a cake.

Do you want to come to the nurses' station?

You can have a nibble.

Right. Marberry's bank account has come up trumps, sir.

The account shows that he posted a payment of £670 cash

into a cash point deposit-box two days ago.

The exact amount of travellers' cheques cashed down in Truro.

That's conclusive, sir.

Perhaps.

Marberry must have attacked the Carter woman,

stolen the cheques and her passport.

He was bailed last night? Yes, sir.

Get the cashier from Truro up to the station.

Organise a line-up of Marberry lookalikes.

Doug, you'd better pull Jake Marberry back in again. Sir.

The duty inspector's organising an ID parade for tomorrow morning.

Sir, John Corliston would like a word with you about Anne Carter.

Mr Corliston, this way, please.

Go ahead.

Well, er...

Superintendent, when Anne worked with me up at the shop...

..she and I had a relationship.

We were lovers.

And... then she finished with me.

That's when she stopped working at the shop?

Yeah.

I got very depressed.

I take these tablets.

Go on. I know it sounds ridiculous...

..but... I think I've lost my memory.

Blotted it out.

I think it was me who attacked Anne Carter.

This man claims he lost all memory

of the fact he attacked Anne Carter four days ago.

It's quite possible. Think of the brain as a computer.

A virus in there, a short circuit,

one emotional surge,

and you can lose megabytes of memory.

Sometimes lost forever. Sometimes retrievable.

So you're saying he could have done it four days ago

then blocked it out of his mind completely?

Motivated forgetfulness. It's a type of amnesia.

It's particularly associated with things we find difficult

or we don't want to remember.

I'm like that when a tax inspector calls.

But this man claims he can now recall what happened.

His memory loss was only temporary. It's perfectly possible.

Subsequent infilling of memory can occur.

It all starts coming back piece by piece.

Cyril. Yeah.

I'd like you to sit in on an interview with him.

Would you do that?

I'd be fascinated. It's not my field.

But I'm familiar with the literature on forensic amnesia.

Tell me, does the man's account of what happened fit the facts?

Yes. But anyone could have done that.

The story's been in the tabloids in meticulous detail all week. Ah.

The sergeant will take you through the identity parade.

Just try to relax

and try to remember the man who cashed the traveller's cheques.

You say you made a phone call, Mr Corliston,

arranged to meet Anne Carter at the beach,

and there was an argument. What was it about?

I can't really remember, word for word.

She said she'd been involved with drugs.

I was horrified.

She laughed at me.

She had a syringe. Said she'd never tried the stuff before.

Offered it to me, taunting me! Did you take up the offer?

No. I told her she was crazy.

I grabbed her, then I just lost control. I was so angry with her.

So angry!

And what was that anger about? Drugs?

Yes. I was in love with Anne.

And she loved me, I think.

We had something really good together and I screwed it up.

How was that?

I had a fling with another woman.

Her friend.

She couldn't stand it.

She felt I'd betrayed her.

Us.

She walked out.

So you felt responsible for the split-up between you?

Yeah.

I got very down.

Depressed.

You felt guilty about it? It was my fault.

I kept trying to see Anne to talk about it, but she wouldn't.

Why did she see you that night?

I'd heard she was leaving the country.

She'd bought a plane ticket.

I begged her to see me before she went.

The next day after attacking Anne,

you say you have no memory of these events.

No. I swear to you I would have come forward then.

I couldn't remember a thing about it.

But the memory started to return?

Yeah. Flashes kept coming into my mind.

I thought at first I was just imagining it all.

The horror of it, you know.

It was like I was haunted.

My head was bursting with it.

But then the picture got clearer and clearer

till one morning I realised.

Did you discuss with anyone the events of that night? Read about it?

Only what was in the papers.

Traveller's cheques, Mr Corliston.

Sorry? Did Anne Carter show you any traveller's cheques?

No.

I don't think so. Why?

It's no matter.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to harm her.

I love her.

It's all my fault.

Just a thought... The phone call and message you received

that night Anne Carter was attacked. Yes.

The name of the caller, was it a name like Jack?

Or Jim?

Could it have been a Jake?

John?

I don't know. Maybe John.

Maybe Jake.

I'm sorry, my English not too good.

Better than my Spanish.

So, what do we think?

John Corliston?

In a depressed state he could have got himself

emotionally aroused that night when he met her.

Made an unpremeditated attack

on someone he felt very passionate about.

That pattern could create psychogenic memory loss.

What he said about his relationship with Anne - did that strike you?

Yes, it did. He said

he felt the bust-up was his fault.

Maybe because of all this stuff that's got into the papers

he's convinced himself he did it.

Because of the guilt he feels

about their relationship turning out the way it has.

That's a whole other can of worms.

If a man has a weak or suggestible personality,

allied to some personal guilt,

it's a classic scenario for a false confession.

How did the line-up go?

Not well. The woman couldn't pick Marberry out.

Maybe she didn't want to pick him out.

Eh? Maybe she wants to steer clear of trouble.

I still think it's Zeb Pendower, ma'am.

He could have sent one of his boys down there.

Why would he put the money in Jake Marberry's bank account?

To put us off the scent, ma'am.

Zeb is capable.

I hear Marberry's in the clear.

Yes, sir. Seemingly.

What about Corliston? How did that go?

Everything he told us fits.

Except the travellers' cheques.

He's no knowledge of that.

So we await developments, sir?

That's about the size of it.

TAPE: 'So angry. So angry!'

'And what was that anger about? Drugs?'

'Yes. I was in love with Anne.

'And she loved me, I think.

'We had something really good together and I screwed it up.'

WINDS TAPE FORWARD

'So, you felt responsible for the split-up between you?'

'Yeah.

I got very down and depressed.'

'You felt guilty about it?' 'It was my fault.'

Do you reckon he did it, sir?

I don't know.

Listen, get hold of Potter up at the hospital.

I want to speak to whoever's in control

of the intensive care unit tonight. Right, sir.

Cheers. Cheers.

It is Zeb Pendower, Doug. I'd put my pension on it.

No. I know him of old.

Let's take him somewhere noisy, have a quiet word?

Wycliffe doesn't work that way. Everything by the book, mate.

Time was, you and me'd cuff and duff a bloke like Pendower.

You remember.

An hour together in a cell and he'd be showing you his birth mark.

Days are gone, Frank.

More's the pity.

Maybe.

Anne, my name is Superintendent Charles Wycliffe.

I'm a police officer.

We are trying to find out what happened to you.

So I'm going to play you a tape recording of myself

talking to a friend of yours, John Corliston.

I'm playing the tape now.

'She laughed at me.

'She had a syringe. Said she'd never tried the stuff before.

'Offered it to me. Taunting me.'

'Did you take up the offer?' 'No.

'I told her she was crazy. I grabbed at it, then I lost control.

'I was so angry with her! So angry!'

Is this true, Anne?

Is this what happened?

'I was in love with Anne.

'She loved me, I think.

'We had something really good together and I screwed it up.'

'How was that?'

'I had a fling with another woman.

'A friend.

'She couldn't stand it.

'She felt I'd betrayed her.'

John says he didn't mean to harm you.

He's very upset.

He says he loved you.

You loved him.

Anne, is this right?

You loved him?

Now, I'm holding your hand.

If you can hear me...

..you squeeze my hand.

Can you hear me?

Sorry I'm late.

It took a bit longer than I thought.

Success? No.

She didn't respond.

It's not surprising, really.

Anyway, what's this all about, Lucy?

Well, I found myself in a bit of a...

..difficult situation, sir.

These press leaks.

I'm personally involved with a reporter.

Simon, isn't it?

I was aware.

You been discussing the case with him?

No. Absolutely not. We have an agreement. I never talk shop.

Whoever you choose to have a relationship with is your business.

But did you ever take your case papers home with you?

Your notes?

Yeah. But Simon...

He wouldn't go through my papers.

You know the man. I don't.

He is a reporter. They'll do anything for a story.

Oh, hell!

OK, I'll talk to him.

I just can't think that he'd...

I'm sorry.

I was hoping you'd come to me, Lucy.

It's best this way.

If Simon has been taking a look at your notes,

it's a serious matter for both of you.

"Brackets one relates to the powers of constables

"on the premises of..." 'She had a syringe.

'She said she'd never tried it. She offered it to me, taunting me.'

"Statutory undertakers."

"Undertakers."

'Then I just lost control. I was so angry with her. So angry!'

You've screwed up a major inquiry.

A man's confession may have been influenced

by what you wrote in that rag of yours.

Oh, come on! You went through my papers.

No! How did you get the story?

Don't give me that crap about "protecting your sources"!

I can't tell you.

But it wasn't from you, right?

Simon, you may have committed a serious offence. What?

Try perverting justice, for starters.

OK. I'm gonna tell you where I got the information from.

But you didn't hear it from me.

OK?

Ian, she's moving.

Ms Carter.

Anne.

I'm a police officer.

Where's John?

I heard John. Yes. That's right.

You're all right.

Thank you.

Good night last night, Doug? Er... yeah.

This Corliston chap and his confession,

and that stuff about not coming forward cos he'd lost his memory.

Maybe he was setting the scene

so he could plead he wasn't in control of what he was doing.

Balance of the mind disturbed, sort of thing.

Yeah, that's possible. PHONE RINGS

He may have been deceiving himself, not us.

Wycliffe speaking.

Yes, Potter.

Has she?

Ah-ha.

Yep.

Right.

OK, Potter.

Well done.

No. You stay at the hospital.

Yeah. Bye.

Anne Carter has regained consciousness.

Eduardo. Si.

Mr Treen around?

No.

Treen, he's out in his fishing boat.

Does he know we're onto him? I'm not sure.

He has a radio. He could have been tipped off by now. Let's go.

I spoke to Simon. He told me who gave him the information.

How were the drugs brought in?

Treen picked them up

in his fishing boat

from a Spanish trawler off the coast.

Eduardo's brother's boat.

Treen sailed to about a mile...

..offshore.

I paddled out, too.

I'd swap surfboards and run the stuff back into the beach.

What happened that night?

I told them I wanted out.

They wouldn't let me. I knew too much.

I said I'd leave the country, and they said no.

Then they agreed, if I'd do one last run.

Bringing in the heroin.

Mm.

When I came ashore they were waiting for me

by the car.

They grabbed me and tried to strangle me.

Eduardo injected some stuff into me.

I don't remember anything else.

There he is.

'This is the police.

'Return to port.

'Turn your boat around and return to port.

'Return to port.

'Turn your boat around and return to port.

'Anne Carter has recovered. Turn your boat around

'and return to port.

'She's told us everything. Turn back now, Mr Treen,

'or we'll drag you back.'

Hiya. Have you finished up here now?

Just about, yeah. Thanks for everything.

Especially the cake. A pleasure. Here.

See you later maybe.

I set up the phone call, cashed the cheques in Truro.

I put the money in Jake Marberry's bank account.

It gave you a prime suspect to look at.

Why Marberry?

Cos he's a jumped-up little troublemaker.

He wanted to get rid of the polluters. I'm with him, Mr Treen.

Sorry. My head's so messed up.

I thought it was all true.

Everything I'd said. It was all in there.

Like a film playing over and over.

It's OK. We understand.

Sorry.

Sad case, that one.

He's not the first to make a false confession. He won't be the last.

Sir. There's some people waiting to talk to you at headquarters.

What about, sir?

A close relationship with the press. Look, sir.

All right, so a journo bought me a few beers now and again.

I expect those few free drinks

may turn out to be the most expensive one's you've ever had!

What's this? Going to a party? Yeah.

Someone's birthday. Not that nurse?

Yeah. How do you do it, Potter?

I don't know, Sarge. Must be my bedside manner, eh?

Oh. Sorry.

You look smart, Pots.

Thanks.

Ta.

How's things with Simon?

Simon and I have split up.

I'm sorry.

Oh, it's OK.

I think you should have gone straight to Wycliffe

about the press leak, you know.

He was waiting for me. He knew everything.

Sorry. Gave you a bit of a bum steer there.

Just looking out for me, weren't you, Doug? Someone's got to.

Thanks.

I appreciate it.

I'm just gonna check the boys.

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