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I must ask the jury to leave the courtroom,

while we examine the admissibility of this evidence.

As soon as you're ready, Mr Owens.

Detective Sup-

(TUTS) Detective Superintendent Wycliffe,

did you examine Acting Sergeant Noble's pocket book

prior to interviewing my client?

To the best of my knowledge, I would have.

Would you please give this to the superintendent?

Thank you.

And turn to the entry for 11th November.

Did you sign it?

Take your time.

Be sure to get it right.

Take it from, "As we were en route to the police station."

(READS) On the way to the police station,

Tully seemed high and talkative -

What do you suppose he meant by "high"? Drugs? Alcohol? Emotion?

I don't know, sir.

No, you're not an expert, and you weren't there. Carry on.

(READS) Bragging almost,

he said, "Fat boy, is he squashed?" And began laughing.

"Anybody crosses us that's what they get - a body bag."

I reminded him he was under caution.

He said, "Stuff you."

I said, "Do you mean you pushed him under the bus intentionally?"

He replied, "What do you think?"

I continued, and said, "Did you intend to kill him?"

Tully laughed inanely.

Inanely?

An eloquent man, your Acting Sergeant Noble.

(READS) I said I would record the interview when we got to the station

and he would be asked to sign it.

To which Tully put his face up to mine and said,

"I only sign death warrants, pal." I don't believe -

Damning words, would you say?

Yes. The truth is, your acting sergeant

employed the oldest and dirtiest trick in the book.

A car conversation! A verbal!

A...stitch up!

My officer acted correctly in recording what was said. Um...

I'm in tune with all this, Mr Armstrong.

I'm obliged, my lord.

He killed my son! What's all this talking about?

He killed him! Quiet.

I recognise this is traumatic,

but if there are any further outbursts,

I will have you removed.

Mr Owens...

your client stands indicted for murder.

If he continues to offend the dignity of this court,

I'll put him down for the remainder of this trial.

Do you understand?

Clearly, m'lord.

He apologises to the court, m'lord.

All right, I will change tack.

You are cognisant of the rules of PACE -

The Police and Criminal Evidence Act?

A working, practical knowledge, yes.

What do you understand of the rules pertaining to pocket book entries,

in particular, 'car conversations'?

"Come into the garden", said the spider to the fly.

Anything a suspect says should be recorded in a note book immediately,

or as soon as practicable afterwards.

That person should have an opportunity to sign it.

On this occasion, did my client?

No.

Go on.

If he declines,

this fact and the reason for declining should be entered.

He should be invited to sign that,

followed by the signature of the officer.

Ten out of ten, Superintendent.

Are those notes signed by Noble?

No.

PACE goes further in relation to conversations

between suspect and officer before arrival at the station?

Yes.

You covered comments volunteered by a suspect

being put into the officer's book,

but what about questions asked at that time?

At this stage, questions should only be asked

to clear up ambiguities and prevent loss, damage or injury.

Anything else?

No. And why is that?

Because any other kind of questioning can be considered...an interview.

Where should such interviews take place?

At a designated custody centre...

..under caution, in the presence of a solicitor...

..and on tape.

Noble asked two questions in the police car, did he not? Yes.

Would you remind us, please?

(READS) Are you saying you pushed him under the bus intentionally?

(READS) Did you intend to kill him?

And do either of those clear up ambiguity, prevent harm,

damage or loss?

It's a question of interpretation.

Your officer was conducting an interview, was he not?

If so, it was in contravention of the codes of practice of PACE,

specifically Section 78 of that act, making the replies inadmissible.

Possibly, but that is for the court to decide,

not a detective trying to get to the truth. Ah, yes, the truth.

I think we have heard enough, Superintendent.

We are all aware of your practical, but unlawful position.

No more questions, m'lord.

Mr Armstrong?

Given the situation, my lord,

regrettably, I have no submission to make.

Thank you.

Thank you, Superintendent. Please remain in court.

Mr Owens?

Thank you, m'lord.

From the lips of the superintendent himself...

he has told us the law.

I have no argument that he conducted a taped interview with my client.

I have no criticism of that.

I submit, however, that the jury should not hear

the content of that conversation

because it is based on alleged admissions made to Noble

in the police car en route to the station.

Oh, great. The buck stops with me, eh?

Have you just worked that one out?

The evidence is tainted beyond redemption.

There is no case to answer,

and I would ask you

to dismiss the charge against my client.

(MURMURS OF DISBELIEF)

Thank you.

15 minutes' adjournment and the jury back, please.

Excuse me.

Er...two teas, love, please.

So, you must accept what I say in this matter.

Defence counsel have introduced a point of law

concerning admissibility of evidence.

Without hearing that evidence, you cannot make a reasoned decision.

I, therefore, have no alternative...

but to discharge the accused.

Yes! You can't do that!

This is not justice! He's a murderer. He killed my son!

Where's the justice in that, tell me?

Where's the justice in that?

No more like that, please, Crimmens.

Ah.

Not so glum, Wycliffe. It's only a blood sport.

What's it to be, Hillary? Italian or Thai?

We did our best, Charlie.

It wasn't good enough. We had to disclose the car conversation.

It was the nail in our coffin.

Maybe, but it would have been nice if Armstrong had fought,

instead of sitting on his hands.

You realise I must submit a report to your chief constable?

I'm not proud of what happened.

But those papers sat in your office for four months,

yet neither you nor your staff spotted the flaws.

Do what you must, Mr Crimmens.

Our son's killer walks free, and you're asking how we feel?!

So, you feel the justice system let you down?

Excuse me. Excuse me a moment.

Superintendent Wycliffe, a few words, please,

about why this case dramatically collapsed?

No comment, except to say that we are bound by law

and have to accept the judgement.

Is it true this case was thrown out

because of police neglect and fabrication?

Is there going to be an inquiry?

I believe an inquiry is to be instituted,

but I can't elucidate on that.

This case is being called a travesty of justice.

What do you say about that? I don't intend to walk down these paths.

I will, however, say that I feel very sorry for the victim's family.

They are uppermost in my mind at the moment.

So, if you'll excuse me. Will you resign over this?

Just a minute, you!

Mr Black, what can I say?

Nothing, cos you've got no right.

My boy was only 14 years old.

You promised me. You gave me your word.

Yes, I did. I'm sorry. And you wonder why people hate you?

I hope you suffer like us with a rat in your head.

But I tell you one thing, if I ever get my chance with him,

you'll know all about justice.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Mrs Patterson?

Yeah? Detective Inspector Lane.

Would it be possible to have a chat?

Are you decent?

Er...message, sir.

Boiler Tinnion popped his clogs.

Oh, dear.

It was a heart attack. They reckon he had two.

It was the second one that killed him.

Boiler would have appreciated it.

Yes, he would. Good copper.

Ta. Went as he lived, apparently, bang!

Flat out on the snooker table, going for the black.

When's the funeral? Wednesday.

Some retirement, eh?

Six months.

Doesn't bear thinking about, does it? No.

I was thinking of calling on his widow, on behalf of the boys.

Yeah, good idea.

If there's anything she needs... OK.

There's going to be an investigation into today's fiasco.

Pin the tail on the copper if you can't find a donkey, eh?

Come on, a good bollocking all round, yes

but there's no way that merits an inquiry.

You know that, I know that, but when the judge shouts -

Stevens jumps on the shovel.

Who's the IO?

Chief Superintendent Crow, no less.

"Trust me, I'm one of the boys" Crow?

He couldn't worry a soft peach! He's a wily old fox.

So, make sure Noble's card is well and truly marked. Will do.

(JAZZ MELODY)

REPORTER ON TV: 'Superintendent Wycliffe, a few words, please,

about why this case dramatically collapsed?'

'No comment, except to say that we are bound by law

and have to accept the judgement.'

'This case is being called a travesty of justice...'

Hello, son.

He'll be signing autographs next.

Successful.

'I will, however, say that I feel very sorry for the victim's family.

They are uppermost in my mind at the moment.

So, if you'll excuse me.' 'Will you resign over this?'

Ta-da! David! How many are there?

There's 12 plump, gorgeous rainbows.

12?

Could you not have put some back?

It's a trout farm, Mum. You have to take 'em away.

Oh...

Oh, David, it's cruel.

And they're not cleaned.

Oh, no. Ah, Mum!

No, no, you slaughtered them. You do the dirty work.

And don't take all night about it. I need to get on with the supper.

Well? What do you think?

You look...fab.

But it is not me you should be asking.

Mum, everyone's wearing these.

In one of his moods, is he?

I thought the piano-playing was a bad sign.

There are times when he's best left alone. Where are you going?

Gringo's. Ah...

Mum, I'll be fine.

I haven't let you down yet, have I?

No. But be careful. You know I worry.

(SNIFFS)

Do I recognise that perfume?

Bye.

(PIANO PLAYING CONTINUES)

Spare change?

Have you got any spare change, sir?

Spare change, sir?

Bless you, sir.

Oi, Cyril. Jump in. (HORNS BLARE)

You shouldn't be walking the streets. Hospital lecture.

Nice, little fee and I'll rack up some overnights.

Snout well and truly in the trough, eh?

Do you fancy some breakfast?

I thought that was bad for you? Of course it is.

Too many of those give you cancer of the brain.

Terrific.

When I first started this job, after my first full post mortem,

this old soak plonked a big greasy fry-up down

and told me it was the supreme test.

You know the hardest bit?

The liver and kidneys.

Don't you ever get sick of them? Oh, most of the time.

This is all just a front,

a finish so everybody else is comfortable and confident.

That's what I'm paid for, so I look to my pension, and I do it.

Erm...my speech notes.

You're high on presentation values. I'm not going for the job, Charles.

I've already got that sewn up.

(READS) Always expect the expected, but be ready for the unexpected.

Remember each and every cadaver demands respect and dignity.

(CHUCKLES)

Pathology is the meat and potatoes of modern medicine.

It sets us above the animals.

You heard about Tully walking?

Oh, yes, but he'll come again, Charles, they always do.

Internal inquiry?

Well, they can't put you in the family way.

It used to be if you didn't get complaints, you weren't working.

Now...they put more energy into nailing a police officer

than they do a...serial killer.

Progress.

Oh! Morning, Mr Wycliffe.

Sorry, I'm Trudie.

How do you do? I've been allocated to you as a PA on a temporary basis.

There must be some mistake.

No. I'm with the command block, working under Mr Stevens.

There's quite a bit in the overnight bag,

but most of it is strategy meetings and staff appraisals.

No major crime, and there's your appraisal with Mr Stevens tomorrow.

There, in the diary.

The press office called about the Tully case.

I said you'd leave it to them for any statements. Coffee, sir?

No. No, thank you.

There is one thing you can do for me.

Find me the main Criminal Injuries Compensation File.

Go back two years.

I'm looking for a...Kathleen Knox. Pleasure, sir.

Chief Superintendent Crow, sir? That's me, lad.

Acting Sergeant Noble. You wanted to see me?

Ah, the author of Grimm's Fairy Tales?

It's all right, son. I'm not here to hang you.

That's someone else's job.

Sorry, Chief Superintendent Crow is here.

Could he see you when he's finished with Noble?

It's not convenient, I'm afraid.

The file you asked for, sir. I've marked the appropriate page.

Thank you.

Who's that? It's my new PA. Stevens feels I should be organised.

Right.

Talking of which,

Mr Stevens has asked me to look into this.

A man called Stringer,

doing life for raping and murdering a 12-year-old girl in Lincoln.

What's the relevance to us?

Crime Pattern Analysis threw up his profile.

He's a lorry driver.

Mr Stevens thinks there might be some tie-up with our Patterson case.

Does he, now? Well, there are similarities between the two cases.

I know it was 11 years ago,

but weren't you the investigating officer?

It's a waste of time.

Olivia Patterson's stepfather did it, and he's dead, so forget it.

I can't. Can't? I'm under orders from Mr Stevens...

..and I've arranged for us to interview Stringer in prison.

Right, let the dog see the rabbit.

Now, you know the drill, son.

There's your notification form.

Read it, say whatever you want and you'll get a copy. Happy?

Not the word that springs to mind, sir.

Problem, son?

Mmm. You've got me down as PC Noble, but I'm acting detective sergeant.

Oh. A technicality, son. Belt and braces.

Sir?

Sir?

Hi. Trudie said where you were.

Crow's been looking for you. Has he?

Yeah. I don't trust him. Smiles too much.

Perhaps we should have poached them.

They're fine.

And why am I not convinced by that, Dad?

Well, they're not like river fish, are they?

What can you expect, when all they're fed is sweet corn?

Where are you going, David? For a pizza.

Mum, Dad...

I'd like to introduce you to Andy.

Hi. Hello.

We're going bowling.

Don't worry, I'll look after her.

I've no doubt.

I won't be home late, Mum.

OK, love. Enjoy yourself.

(Stop looking at me like that.)

Cheers. Bye.

Did you know about this?

I thought there might be somebody.

He's got to be 20 at least. Charlie!

How long has she been going out, looking like that?

That's asking for trouble. Don't use your interview technique on me.

But she's only 16. (CAR SPEEDS AWAY)

What's she doing, going round with someone his age?

Hopefully enjoying herself!

But she's just a kid! No, she's not.

We've got to let them go, Charlie.

Seems the only time I ever get to see 'em these days

is from the back and looking away.

I know. But that's the way it is.

Not pleasant, getting old, is it?

You're not old, Charlie.

Fancy an early night?

Are you responsible for this?

No. Mr Stevens thought it was a good idea in case the press heard.

So, without consulting me, the Patterson family have been informed?

Yes, I'm afraid they have. Sorry.

Which way do you want to play this? It's your show, Lucy.

We can only draw a blank, sir. We've got nothing to lose.

Only our credibility.

Come on, let's get on with it.

Look, I know you're a lorry driver. Are you saying you're not?

When you were arrested last year for this offence,

you were driving a white Volvo articulated lorry. Correct?

A similar vehicle was seen on the hard shoulder

of the main arterial road into Truro 11 years ago.

A young girl, Olivia Patterson, was found raped and murdered

under a pile of salt and sand behind that lay-by.

I had that interview under control.

Have you read the file?

Only your DPP report. I'm waiting for the rest.

You interviewed him without reading statements or family background?

OK. Tell me why you're so convinced?

He fits the profile and I've got a feeling about him.

I'd be failing in my duty if I didn't follow it up.

His DNA's on file - it could match. And if it doesn't?

Are you going to tell the Pattersons we've got it wrong again?!

Yes, you're right. It's Astroturf.

There was only one kind of grass Boiler was interested in

and it certainly wasn't in the garden.

(DOOR CLOSES) Come in, Doug.

Magnolia, stripped pine -

every room the same.

If it didn't have to be done, Boiler wouldn't do it.

He said to throw him on the tip when he went,

but my family have always been buried in that graveyard.

Yes, he was a funny fellow...

..but I loved him.

You know, I've got a box room full of trousers, jackets and shoes.

He would never get rid of anything unless it had a hole in it.

Nothing wasted.

But I sometimes wonder whether he wasted his life.

Try not to upset yourself, Ivy. He was a good chap.

Yes, but do you realise, six months, that's all I had him?

The job, the lads, had him 30 years.

Wouldn't you have thought,

that God would have given me more than the blink of an eye?

I haven't got an answer to that one, I'm afraid.

I'll say one thing, though.

When he left the police, he never looked backwards.

And you know what? He was a different person.

He turned back into a human being.

Don't get me wrong,

but all he thought about before was catching villains.

Me and the kids might never have existed.

When he first became a detective, he used to interrogate us.

Job can do that.

I'm not bitter

because I know other people had better lives because of it.

And it gave us security...

I suppose.

Mr Wycliffe said anything you need...

Can you bring him back?

No, Doug, nothing personal.

I don't need anything from the police except to be left alone.

No, there is one thing, and it's important - it was to him.

Promise me there'll be no uniforms at the funeral.

OK, Ivy. I promise.

How did the lecture go? I made a couple throw up.

The rest were quite calm. Pretty disappointing.

Always expect the expected, Cyril.

Let's see, '86, '86, '86...

Mattinson, Murch, Norman, Olley.

Ah, Patterson, Margaret. Patterson, Livvy. Who needs a computer?

11 years... See how steady my hand was then.

11 years? Where's it gone, eh? Best not to dwell, Charles.

I'm on my second menopausal re-entry.

Ah, what a lovely girl.

So sad.

Blood type AO-positive, was hers.

It tied in with the stepfather.

Unfortunately. Nothing earth shattering.

What does this mean?

Oh, that's er... That's my own little code.

Don't you remember? We did a swab from the trousers.

Thought it might be vaginal fluid.

That drew a blank as well. Nothing conclusive.

Yes, perhaps, but perhaps not.

It's a long shot, but check whether the sample was refrigerated.

DNA's advanced tenfold since then.

So, what's all this in aid of?

Stevens. I've got him on my back.

Hmm, I wondered what the hump was. Yeah, well...

He's gonna find out I'm not laid out, ready for gutting. Not yet.

I resent being given a fait accompli by a junior officer.

She was only passing on MY orders.

Lane is an excellent officer,

clearly earmarked for accelerated promotion.

Into some obscure department?

Plodding along in CID won't enhance her chances.

Write her up in line with her development indicators.

I thought this appraisal was to assess my performance, not Lane's.

Exactly. Shall we get on?

You never made the... Strategic Command Course?

I haven't been recommended.

Ever told why?

I never had that luxury. Well, I'm going to tell you.

Staff appraisal is about honesty.

You're so busy leading from the front,

looking at personal satisfaction,

that you don't notice the needs of those you supervise.

That Kersey business was a typical example.

The force could have been saved much embarrassment

if you'd been dispassionate.

He should have been dismissed. The record speaks for itself, sir.

I suggest you don't mention your prejudice outside this office.

This force, the public,

deserves the best, and that is what I intend to provide.

Well, at least we agree on some things.

What you, and several others entrenched in myth, fail to realise

is that the roles are changing.

Detective superintendents can no longer be lone rangers.

In the cold light of day, you really haven't moved on.

One murder is much like another.

Not to the victims.

Nine out of ten are iffy domestics gone wrong. Domestic!

The luxury of an open budget is going.

Murders will, if possible, be handled by lower ranks.

It's no good shaking your head. The job is changing.

You are now a manager just as I'm an enabler.

There's a lot to be said for tried and trusted ways.

Adapt, Charles, or go under.

Well, you can tell them upstairs, I'm staying till I'm 60!

I'm not changing my style, and my judgement's not an issue.

If we ignore the Patterson case and Monday's debacle.

I wondered if that would come up.

The chief thinks it may harm public relations.

Some you win, some you lose when you're in the line of fire!

Maybe this Tully case is telling us all something.

After all, staff appraisal is also a tool for management enlightenment.

Clear out the cobwebs, indicate the cracks.

If, at the end, we know where we stand, it's done its job.

Anything you wish to bring to my attention?

Yes, sir.

This PA that's been foisted on me,

I don't need her, I don't want her.

Sorry, it's not up for discussion.

Policy.

You understand?

Is that it then, sir?

Yes. I'll write something up and see you later to sign it.

(PHONE RINGS)

Stevens. "It's DI Kersey, sir."

Is Mr Wycliffe still with you? No. What is it?

"Ah, it's OK, I'll get him."

If it's a CID matter, tell me.

A possible body's been reported in a graveyard.

Isn't that where bodies go?

"Sir?"

So, it's a murder? I couldn't say. We're following up the report.

"The boss likes to be kept informed." I'll turn out.

"Put everyone on stand-by in case it's a major incident."

Right. OK, sir.

What is it, sir? A baby's body.

In a vault over here.

Looks as if it's been disturbed.

Have you examined it? No. Forensics are on their way.

Kersey will brief you.

DCC Stevens to control, Superintendent Wycliffe has arrived,

but I will be retaining overall command of the incident.

What have we got?

Social Services received a call from a distressed female.

She said she'd buried her baby in a graveyard.

We tracked it here.

Woman traced? She's a total head-banger. She's at hospital.

We've got a policewoman there, sir. Right, have you had a look?

There's definitely been an attempt

to bury something behind the grave stone.

It looks like it's in a plastic bag.

And he's set up a major incident? Yeah.

Sir? You're in the picture?

Yes. I suggest we examine the scene more closely, sir. Of course.

It always pays to play safe, sir.

A major incident means a large contingent of staff,

and one must think of the overtime.

If you don't mind, sir,

I'll leave you to do the debrief and have the carcass destroyed.

What's so funny?

Nothing, sir. Good, because we have unfinished business.

My office, pocket book and all ongoing inquiries, one hour!

Doug, job for you.

What about DNA? We can do Stringer's,

but the girl's blood may have deteriorated.

It would help to have material from her mother or father.

Is that a problem? It's awkward. The Pattersons aren't pro police.

They blame us for the stepfather killing himself.

Without it, I'm snookered.

Hi. I'm DI Kersey.

Do you want me? Charlie thought you might need help.

Any chance of this being in the deep freeze?

Same case? What is it?

It's a section of the stepfather's trousers.

There's a stain on it.

The way DNA was then, the lab could do nothing.

He thought something might be done now.

I'll say this for your boss, he's an optimist.

Even if we've got it, there's no guarantee it won't have degraded.

Leave it with me. Give me your number.

This is my mobile.

It's not good enough.

Oh, yes, you make the right noises...

but you're not ready yet.

Mr Crow was right in removing your acting rank.

Cos if he hadn't...I would.

So I'm being made a scapegoat, am I? No, I don't operate that way.

As acting detective sergeant, your job is to supervise others,

but from your work, you seem incapable of supervising yourself.

Therefore, I'm recommending your return to uniform duties.

Uniform? Sir -

Uniform. Yes, but not for Monday's court case, Noble.

For this.

Criminal injuries compensation form for a Mrs Knox.

Do you remember it? Ah, sir. I can explain that.

Let me remind you, a 73-year-old woman, beaten and robbed -

It was a cracking case, sir. Richards got five years.

She had to write to me!

The victim, who you should be helping to get compensation,

and she's had to wait two years for you to submit her claim form.

Sir, the original form got misplaced.

The copy only arrived last week.

You can check with admin.

In that case, how do you how explain that this was attached to the copy?

Don't compound anything.

This is the original memo attached to the original form by staple.

You never dealt with it, did you?

Now, just think yourself fortunate I'm not putting you on paper.

All right, on your way.

Now, then. I wanted to ask you something.

Ask away, love.

Mum's been giving me this... woman to woman talk.

I know what you're thinking, but it's not like that.

I wouldn't do anything to hurt you or Mum. You know that.

I wouldn't.

I understand what you see at work.

Everything's bad, so it's got to rub off.

But the world is actually full of nice people, you know?

So, trust me, eh?

So, what's this favour?

It's about Andy. It's OK, he's just a friend.

How old is he? Oh, Dad! Don't spoil it.

He wanted to speak to you for advice.

He's in his final year at college and he fancied joining the police.

He wants to know if you can help him prepare for his interview?

Yes, why not. Oh, thanks, Dad.

It's for you. Lucy.

Thank you.

Hello?

Are you all right?

No, not really.

So?

You've got my undivided attention.

You were right. I was wrong.

About what? Stringer.

Oh?

I had a call from the lab tonight.

That piece of trouser material had been retained. Good. And?

Well, they've done a quick analysis.

It was vaginal fluid from the murdered girl. DNA's conclusive.

So, it was the stepfather after all.

I've also read the file.

I see what you mean now.

The family knew all along, didn't they? Yes, I think they did.

They lost a daughter and then the stepfather,

so you can't blame them for not admitting it.

I'm sorry. I still think Stevens had a point.

He's a Deputy Chief Constable. He sings from a different hymn sheet.

Maybe I'm cynical, but if it had been Stringer,

who do you think would have been claiming the glory?

I can't believe he's that devious.

No?

Now it's failed, ask yourself whose door it's lying at.

It's yours and mine.

So, think carefully about it, Lucy.

You are swimming towards shark-infested waters.

Now then, the Patterson family have to be told.

(SIGHS)

Yeah.

What are we waiting for, eh? Come on, let's do it.

Mrs Patterson, if I could explain -

You can shut up, cos you've done enough damage.

Have you any idea what it's like to cry and cry till you're empty?

Every day...

I look at her and wonder...

Don't tell me you can explain cos you can't explain nothing.

Now you start the nightmare again. How can you be so cruel?

We were wrong to build up your hopes and for that, I'm sorry.

Are you? I wonder.

I can't begin to understand how you feel.

No. But as far as I am concerned, the case is closed.

And a murderer is still free?

I have to be honest, and I think you know what I mean

without going over difficult ground again.

You think it was him, don't you?

I believe the man responsible is dead. Get out.

Please just go and leave me to my private misery

before I say or do something I'll regret.

A man of his time, who stood for all that is good.

Our colleague, affectionately known as Boiler,

will be missed, yes,

will be mourned, yes.

But we are joyful that he enriched all our lives.

Oh, Lord...

we commend the soul of Bradley Paul Tinnion

to your safekeeping.

In the sure and certain hope

of the resurrection to eternal life.

ALL: Amen.

(YELLS)

Come on.

(SCREECH OF TYRES) Look out!

I wonder if we could have a quick word in private, Charles.

Sure.

There's a couple of things.

That Tully complaint...

Crow is anxious to speak to you formally,

so we shouldn't be seen to be dragging our heels.

Public perception, you know.

Strictly between you and I,

the Chief is prepared to settle out of court.

2K would probably see the hooligan right.

Crow knows where to find me. Good.

Right, well, I know this isn't the ideal venue,

but I've written your appraisal up.

These are my observations.

(READS) Superintendent Wycliffe represents the backbone

of the police service.

His administration is solid and he is an example to others.

Settled in his present role,

he harbours no ambitions for advancement.

I have spoken to him about his leadership style

and recommend that to keep abreast of current trends,

he should attend a carousel course at the police college.

He has no desire to retire until age debars him.

I make no recommendations as to any career move in the near future.

Fair?

You should be an illusionist, sir.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS) Excuse me, sir.

Wycliffe.

Yeah.

Yeah, where?

I see.

Right. No, no, all right, leave it with me. Yeah.

Bye.

Serious? Yeah.

Our friend Tully is in intensive care with severe head injuries.

It seems he was mown down by Mr Black 20 minutes ago.

Is he in custody?

Yes. He's admitting it. Most co-operative.

That's a relief. Oh, don't worry, sir.

I'll grade it as a domestic gone iffy.

Tell the chief it's probably saved him 2K.

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