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Here we go again, boys.

Thanks for a smashing time.

One for me.

And one for my friends.

It's good to do business with you.

Look, did you have a nice time then,
darling?

Yeah.

Yeah. It was wonderful.

Good evening, Constable.

My rum been done out, has it?

Favourite soap been placed in the
shower.

Mini bar all stocked up.

Elgin chocolates placed on the pillow,
have they?

Evening, Gov.

Welcome back.

Any food in the crib?

Well, yeah.

Our food.

With our neighbours on it.

Nothing sort of general.

Norcom, sorry.

Just me down here.

Oh, yeah, hi.

How are you?

Uh, me, uh, just got back from London,
yeah.

Doesn't matter who we've.

That's right.

You know, Bill, hmm?

Well, you better give it to me, haven't
you? There we are.

Got it.

Okay, well, two weeks then.

I look forward to that.

Yes.

Yes.

Honestly.

Yeah.

That's right.

Okay, well, two weeks then.

Listen, darling, I'm going to have to
phone you back. There's someone at the

door, okay?

Right, yeah, I'll phone you back soon.
Yeah, right.

Okay, lots of love. Bye.

No.

Dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

Why do they do it?

Making a mess on the pavement.

Not much of a mess as it happened.

Yeah, but why not just a handful of
pills and a nice cosy bottle of scotch,

Well, who was she?

Florence Dora Allett, age 48, divorced.

Recently suspended from a job as a
clerical assistant in the accounts

department, County Hall.

Suspended? Yeah.

Pending an investigation into
misappropriation of funds.

Ah, well, at least we got a motive.

Nice and neat.

Anything unusual? You don't think she
was pushed or thrown?

Any unusual feature was the fact that
she was naked.

And the way she fell.

Apparently with her arms up and rest.

Maybe she was trying to fly.

Poor soul.

Sex in it somewhere.

Man.

Well, I hope she had her fun out of him
first.

It's only ever short -term, though, that
kind of fun, isn't it?

Sex.

Do you have a problem with short -term
fun, Sergeant?

I don't.

Right, where do we go? To the sister
now?

Aye, but do the cricket club on the way,
sir. Mr Mullet says it's urgent.

It's urgent? The cricket club?

Huh?

I had to look around before I went to
bed, about midnight.

Everything seemed fine.

I was away all day yesterday, watching
England deliver the Coat of Gras at

Lord's. You see it?

No, I didn't.

Sir, what we're looking at is a forced
entry in the early hours of the morning.

Oh, it doesn't take much force, sir.

Your security system needs an overhaul.
I know, it's on the agenda for our next

committee.

So...

Nothing is missing.

Just all this stuff smashed, eh?

That's about it.

It's only cheap crockery, really.

I almost didn't want to bother you,
but... About what?

Oh, for God's sake, Clifford.

Tell him about the other times.

Down in one.

Go on, son.

Good boy.

Well done.

Good boy.

How's he doing?

Well, he took it for his dad, didn't he?

Didn't he call?

Good boy.

All right, Kate.

Don't seem to be much worse.

He is worse.

I see him every day. You're not around
enough.

He's better.

Okay, okay, okay.

Why don't we just go for it, eh?

Eh?

Why don't we just do it right away?

Yeah? No. Why don't you go and get the
flight tickets, yeah? It'll give you

something to do. It'll give you a bit of
a lift. And get your mum organised to

look after Katie, OK? We can't. Yes, we
can. We can.

We can.

Trust me.

You hear that, Cole?

You are going to go to Texas to get
better.

Listen, I'm late. I'm going to have to
go.

All right?

I'll see you later. Bye.

Are you going to make the weekend?

No, Joy, I can't.

It's nights all the way, honestly.

Can you stop working?

You didn't actually see how to do it,
did you? Harvey, will you not come here,

please? Pass on a little worry. Well,
tell him I got the message. No, no.

No.

I'm not any sort of go -between.

Harvey, please.

See you tonight, then, Mr.

Bank Holiday Shindig.

Yeah.

I suppose.

I don't think.

Thanks.

Yes?

Well, I don't know what else we can do,
sir, apart from advising you on your

security. Oh, have you got your keys?

I suppose it's too much to expect a big
forensic job, fingerprinting, etc.

Yes, it is too much to expect, Mrs
Hastings.

Depressing vandalism, a sort of class
envy.

We never met it in Oxford.

Lewis, I keep my keys with me all the
time, Inspector.

Did you have them with you yesterday?

I always have them with me.

Oh, I see.

And your keys, Mrs Hastings?

Aye. I have a key to hallowed ground.

Keyholders must be players and or
committee members.

Douglas Housman, Bob Bowker and Norman
Mullet.

That is, of course, Superintendent
Mullet of your division.

Yes, of course.

Barbara Dutton,

sister of Mrs Florence Allard.

My twin sister.

He found that in her handbag. I've never
seen him before.

He couldn't have been a boyfriend.

Florence didn't know any men.

We're not attractive to men. Well, maybe
he thought Florence was.

No.

That's why our marriage didn't last.

I told her it wouldn't.

She'd be back, asking me to take her in.

And she was.

And how did that work out?

She was miserable.

But we'd have got over it in time.

She just had to accept that that's how
it was.

Being together.

Her and me.

There was no need.

I'm sorry,

Miss Dutton, but I... I'm afraid I must
ask you.

Did you know anything about the bit of
bother that your sister was in?

What bother?

You're saying you didn't know your
sister was suspended from her work?

No.

No, I didn't.

She went out of here same time every
morning.

She came home same time every night.

Well, it appears that your sister was
being investigated because, well, not to

mince words.

Rifting 2 ,000 pounds out of the till.

I don't believe it.

What did she do with it?

That's what they'd like to know at
County Hall.

Never.

She was my sister.

I knew her.

Like nobody else.

Oh, well, I mean... Would you wear, you
know, things like this?

Shoes.

No,

her

sister said that she never went out.

Except to visit a friend in Nuffborough
once a month.

When we found the friend, she said that
she hadn't seen her for a year.

Got to be the fellow.

Here we go.

Mr Muller, they'd like the word with
you.

Is he still playing with a straight bat?

Sorry?

Oh, never mind. Yes, OK.

When I finish my lunch. Thank you.

This business at the cricket club, Jack,

any leads at all?

No, not yet.

I thought it might be a bit of malice,
you know, on the inside.

Oh, you did?

I thought I might have a word with Sandy
Longford. I'm having a drink with him

tonight. You know, he's very hot on
sport, he's Sandy.

Yes, yes, no, no, no, I wouldn't advise
that, no.

I don't think we want to alert the press
to, um,

well, to anything.

Oh, no, right, I understand, of course.

Mum's the word, eh?

Is Mr Hastings your new captain?

He's, uh, not been here very long, has
he?

No, no, he came from Oxford last year.
We were very lucky to get him.

Mind you, I think Denton's been a bit of
a culture shock for him, even more so

for his wife.

Still, um,

decent people.

I want you to look upon this as a public
relations job.

Good evening, Miss Banshaw.

Good evening, Mr. Law. You're looking
particularly beautiful this evening.

Yeah.

There was something about an ex -player
with a grievance.

Streaker in the match with Birmingham a
few weeks back.

Streaker?

Got a name?

Um,

Bowker, I think.

Not Bowker.

Not Bowker.

He's a committee member.

Doing streaking.

Well, I can't work that one, have I?

Not a thing, then, is it?

This is Hastings.

This is charity.

He's the treasurer.

Local branch.

She'll be pleased with this. Gone like a
bomb.

Yeah, well, come on, let's move.

Music's loud enough to do my eardrums
in.

Oh, no, no, no, I can't. I've got to
wait for Gordon Banks to sign my

programme. You what? You're not... Thank
goodness for that.

You're telling me an old cynic like you,
waiting to have his programme signed by

his hero.

It's for the boy.

Oh, yeah, I know. That's what they all
say.

Look at the state of this.

Anne -Marie, that's all I need.

You're trying to show me off. Leave her,
Feral.

You're having a good time, that's all.

Look, our taxi's waiting. We'll drop her
back.

This won't be in the paper.

Ah, shouldn't think so.

Would you like your programme signed?

I'll do it.

Two drinks here. No, it's all right, not
for me, thanks.

Doesn't further his bid for
respectability, that sort of thing.

It was his wife, was it?

Yeah. She's a beauty queen, isn't it?

Ex -Miss Denton.

He was one of the judges.

All a bit iffy in those days.

Property deals, football interests.

Now he's going for an OBE on the charity
circuit.

Just a minute.

One dancing with the girl in the green
dress with the twinkles on her.

No, no, no.

No, her, though.

Jane Fanshawe.

Solicitor. Fanshawe and Winters.

She has put on Opie.

Services to the Girl Guide movement.

Get a feature.

You're the font of all knowledge, aren't
you, children?

And it makes it worthwhile, we know him.

So, otherwise, after...

So bring up.

Who brought me home?

Who's that she goes with?

You go out again afterwards.

Your car was in front of the garage.

Where would you be going?

I don't know, Cyril.

Maybe I was just running away. You don't
go anywhere without me, I told you!

I've got a message for you, Jack, from
upstairs.

Oh, hang on. I'm trying to clear up that
suicide.

I've got a lead on the bloke in the
photograph.

Sorry.

Cricket club was done again last night?

You were out there plaster bosses.

Well he would, wouldn't he?

Anything taken us, Tom?

Lureless bill of trombies, cups and
that.

Oh, um, Mr Mullet's name was on one of
them.

How do you see Mullet in his day?

Behind the wicket, Sergeant?

Bit of a Botham?

Bit of a Gooch? Or just a bit of a
Pratt?

What do you mean cricket, sir?

They're only names to me, sir.

Oh, yeah, well, I suppose it would be.

I don't go much in sport.

No. Well, not in England.

Ireland games, now, that's different.

That's real man stuff.

Oh, yeah.

Done a bit of that, have you?

Crossing the caber.

Putting the haggis.

No, sir, not recently.

No, you'd need the Highlands for that,
wouldn't you?

Yeah, it's not only that, sir.

You've got to be fit.

You've got to keep at it.

The practice.

Bodybuilding.

Not much point at our age, eh?

With the batteries running down.

What do you mean the battery's running?
Your battery may be running...

42 Granderson Street.

Repeat, 42 Granderson Street.

3 -6, the response.

All right, Sergeant, come on, let's do a
Yui.

Well?

The landlord arrived home from holiday
this morning.

I saw blood coming from under the first
floor door, sir.

Must have taken the glow out of his
suntan.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Do we know him?

No.

His name's Damien Law.

There's a lot of blood, sir.

What's that smell?

I'd be stumbling.

An accident.

Smells like murder to me.

Bloody murder.

Well, I don't know, it's funny.

It's like a hotel room, isn't it? Very
impersonal.

Nothing here to say who he was.

I kept myself fit.

You don't often see it as a good muscle
tone.

All right, so, when did it happen?

Between one and three this morning, I'd
say.

After sex and a massage.

Not necessarily in that order.

Massage? The scent is oil of sandalwood.
He'd been rubbed with it all over.

Oh, that's what it was.

Well, it certainly wasn't theft.

He had over 300 quid in his jacket
pocket, but nothing else.

No credit cards, checkbook, no photos.

As though he was just passing through.

I wonder if he saw her do it.

But we shall never know.

Well, well, well, well.

Thank you, God, for this little gift.

What?

It's a telephone number.

Probably local Chinese restaurant.

Anyway, I think... Ah, Sergeant, well,
what have you got?

Not a lot, sir.

Confirmation, he had a girlfriend, maybe
two, and there were rows sometimes late

at night.

Well, what do you think, Doc?

Could a woman have done it?

Certainly.

Hefty push.

Of course, could have been overactive
foreplay.

Well, if you ask me, that is where poor
little plain Florence Allot spent her

ill -gotten game.

That looked like it. Well, Alan.

Yeah, he had a couple of grand's worth
of fun out of him and then topped

when she was rumbling.

Well, when he ditched her.

What I can't understand, though, is what
did he get out of it?

Apart from her picking up the bills, I
mean.

I mean, you know, a young, good -looking
fellow like that with a good body, he'd

want younger flesh, wouldn't he?

What would he find in a middle -aged
woman?

If I knew the answer to that, sir, I'd
still be married.

Why, what happened to you, then?

Oh, I thought that sort of thing was all
over.

I had settled for companionship.

What, and she hadn't?

She went off with a professional darts
player.

Right.

Look, there's no need for you to hang
about. I'll deal with Miss Banshaw. You

get off to the cricket club.

Make a start, all right?

So you first met him in a bookshop, Miss
Fanshawe.

When was this?

Jane?

Oh, it must have been four, five months
ago.

Four of... Oh, that's the dress that you
wore last night.

Did you wash it before you went to work
this morning?

Do you usually wash your things after
you've just used them?

Usually.

I'm afraid they'll still have to go to
the lab, Miss Fenton.

Can you tell me what Mr Lord did for a
living?

He was a... He was a salesman.

Office equipment, I think.

Where?

Do you know what company?

We didn't talk about that kind of thing.

What did you talk about?

We didn't talk very much at all.

Can you tell me where this came in?

The sandalwood oil?

We... We always had a massage first.

It was one of our little rituals.

We could never wait to get our hands on
each other.

You'll need this, a list of the missing
items.

Thank you, darling.

I see we've been fobbed off with an
inferior officer.

Make sure you complain.

Right. Hello there.

Detective Sergeant Prentice.

Did he ever give you any gifts?

Well, no, not often.

I was better placed.

Not even a photo.

He didn't give you a photo.

Have you got a photograph of him?

No.

No, he didn't like it.

I don't have one.

There's nothing.

There's nothing left.

Were you the only woman in his life?

Well, of course I was.

What do you think I am, some kind of
tart? No, I was thinking more about him.

How dare you!

I'll need to talk to you again, Miss
Fanshawe.

Make yourself available, won't you?

He didn't say anything about Florence
Alaskoff.

No, I'm saving her till later.

You hang on here till the doctor comes.

She's lying.

What do you think?

She's definitely holding something back.

Yeah, I know.

Oh, that phone number you asked me to
check off?

Yes. It's new.

Change of the dress.

Drive with Mr. Bruce Martin, 11th
Plutter Avenue.

Oh, all right, thank you.

Now, could we talk about the key holders
again? You mentioned Mr.

Boker.

You've been having trouble with him,
have you?

Have you been listening to gossip?

Why are we talking about club members
instead of the local riffraff?

I've been building up to this.

A full -scale break -in. No, no, no,
sir. Not a break -in.

Oh, yes.

Your pavilion was entered and the window
was smashed.

But from the inside, I'm made to look
like a break -in.

You're sure?

No, sir.

I'm not sure.

I'm positive.

All right. What's happening, then?

Where's the information pouring in, is
it? A deluge? Nothing, Gav.

I've never seen anything like it.

Cheers, Gav.

Yeah.

Well, his landlord said he kept himself
to himself.

Lived there three months.

Went away a lot. Short visits.

Very quiet.

Oh, and no account anywhere.

No bank, no building society, no credit
company.

Nothing. Well, there was a guy taking
pictures at the ball.

We're going through his stuff now.

Yeah.

Very camera shy was our Damien.

Yeah. You can bet your bottom dollar
there's a wife and a kid in it

There's two Damien Laws in the whole
area.

One's eight and the other's six months.

His clothes that were in the wardrobe,
they're all nearly new.

We might get a lead if we find out where
he bought them.

Not that he probably bought them
himself.

He was living off women.

A gigolo type.

Oh, I could weep on for a bit of that.
Oh, it do we not. Oh, yeah, I mean, it's

totally enough. No baggage.

Nothing but good times and presents.
Women throwing themselves at you. Yes,

yes. Older women, older women. Older
women can be real goers. Yes, I've

Well, listen, I'm going over to see this
Mr. Bruce Martin.

Not that he's ever heard of our Damien,
I'm sure.

You're thinking what I'm thinking.

Damien Law is not his real name.

Bloody hell, are we looking for, then?

Does anyone report to a missing person?
I want to know.

All right, come on, carry on.

Yeah. Hello, Ron. It's Joy. Is he there?

Oh, no, he isn't. He hasn't shown up
today. He hasn't rung either.

Maybe he's slept in.

No wonder working all hours.

So bloody Newton's having no phone
there. I need him.

Will you get on with it?

Listen, when he does show up, send him
the ticket to come for Texas, will you?

Yeah, yeah, will do.

This man who was murdered had our
telephone number?

Yes, it was jotted down in the front of
his notebook.

You know the way that you do.

I can't think why.

I don't know anyone who lives in
Granitam Street.

No?

Does the name Damien Law mean nothing to
you?

Nothing.

Oh.

And this is a new telephone number here,
isn't it, Mrs Martin?

Yes.

We moved here about three weeks ago.

It's more convenient for my husband
since he... Had his stroke.

Yes. And the young man?

That's our son, Tim.

He doesn't live here. He's got a flat of
his own in town.

I see.

Sergeant, just go and have a few words
with the young man, will you?

Yes, sir. Please, be careful.

My husband's easily upset. He
understands more than he can express.

Don't worry.

He'll be all right.

Are you sure you've got nothing to tell
me, Mrs. Martin?

Of course I'm sure.

What could I possibly want to tell you?

And you have absolutely no connection
with Damien Law?

I've never even heard of him until
today.

And where were you last night?

Here, of course.

With my husband.

I'm rarely anywhere else.

Anyway, what do you think of the boy?

Kosher, is he?

Oh, dead straight. Didn't know a thing.

Yeah.

Unlike his mother, Rosalie.

She knew something?

Oh, yeah. Sticks out a mile.

Yeah, she's one of them, I'm afraid.

One of Damien Law's harem.

The Black Underwear Brigade.

It's getting her to admit it, though,
that's a problem.

He was sort of... servicing them, wasn't
he?

I wonder how many.

Well, where have you got the bloody
energy?

I don't really know, son. I cannot say
that I care.

Well, I don't care.

Not as I care, I was just wondering,
that's all.

You know, anyone can pay for sex. I
mean, anyone can.

But, I mean,

that's rather tacky.

But with a woman like that,

it wouldn't be tacky, would it?

It depends what you mean by tacky. If
she is cheating on her husband, that's

exactly what I call tacky. Yes, yes. All
right, all right, Sergeant. Come on,

let's get back to work.

Now, what was the name of the bloke who
was organizing the ball?

Cyril Pierce.

All right, well, let's go and have a
word with him, shall we?

Mr. Pearce, is he?

I think I might have seen him once
before, that's all.

With Jane.

I didn't really speak to him.

The thing is, when he was with Jane, she
liked to keep him all to herself.

Do you know Miss Fanshawe well?

Not well.

I'm not really on the Methodist girl
guide, Stephen.

No, I didn't think you would be, sir.

Oh, Mrs.

Pearce, your good lady.

Have you any idea what time Mr. Law and
Miss Fanshawe left?

Way before I did.

About 12 .15, say?

12 .15.

Oh, good afternoon, Mrs. Pearce.

Inspector Frost, Anne -Marie and
Sergeant Prentiff.

They're investigating the murder that
was on TV.

Oh, God, yeah.

Damien was coming, wasn't it?

Jane's fella.

I saw him.

We didn't know him, though.

I understand that you got a lift home.

Yeah. With Yvonne and Harvey.

And you stayed on, Mr. Pierce?

Till when?

Till about half past one.

Till everything had been cleared up.

I see.

And then you were at home, Mrs.

Pierce, when your husband came back?

Yeah.

And neither of you went out again for
anything?

Not until I went out for my run about
eight o 'clock.

Apart from that, we've been in.

This friend of yours, Yvonne, she was
waving at someone before she left. Who

that? Would that have been Mr. Law?

I don't know.

I would like this Yvonne's full name,
sir, for me.

Yvonne Newbigin.

We'll give you all the details.

Address file, darling?

You won't get her for a day or so.

She said she was taking Harvey away.

For an orgy.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news for
you.

Some news that might bring you a little
more pain.

What is it?

Damien Law had other lady friends
besides yourself.

Oh, no.

No, you're quite wrong.

But he saw other women occasionally for
business reasons.

Selling office equipment?

Yes, that kind of thing.

No. I assure you. And I assure you.

That Damien Law was not employed by any
company selling office equipment in the

country. Well, when I said office
equipment, maybe I got that wrong. Maybe

was something else.

Medical supply. Yes, or maybe dog food
or maybe garden gnomes. No, he lied to

you.

He wouldn't.

No?

Then did he tell you about Florence
Allott?

The poor woman who jumped off the top of
the car park opposite his flat?

Well, no, not specifically.

He did confess that there was someone
before me. And after.

Rosalie Martin, for example?

No.

Oh, yes.

Before he died, Rosalie Martin became
one of his favourites.

He was giving her exactly what he gave
to you.

Massage and all.

No.

No, that's not true.

It's not true.

She told you, didn't she?

She told you about me making that scene
in the restaurant when I saw them

together. But she meant nothing to him.

Nothing.

She went after him.

Oh, she loved that one Damien told me.

He loved me.

Only me.

I'd like to report a missing person.

He might not be missing officially, but
I can't find him.

It's my husband.

This restaurant, Jane.

I can call you Jane, can't I?

Where you saw them.

What was the name of it?

The Golden Hind.

Forest Road.

And you made a big scene, so the manager
would probably remember.

I expect so.

Check that for us, will you please?

So... Had you been following him?

Well, no, not as a regular thing.

I was going to call in at the flat and I
saw them leaving together, so I went

after them.

So you made a scene.

Well, I wonder if you made a scene after
the ball.

No. You're quite wrong, Inspector.

Maybe you wanted him to promise that
he'd belong to you and nobody else.

Maybe when he didn't agree, there was an
argument and you started shouting.

Maybe he wanted to calm you down and
there was a struggle and you pushed him

he fell through the glass door and you
stood and watched him bleed.

No.

He was beautiful the other night.

So tender and gentle.

Like a god.

I knew in his soul he couldn't love
anybody else.

Love? Come on, we're not talking about
love.

We're talking about rolling about in
bed.

You think you can't love someone who
makes every nerve in your body tremble

come alive?

Someone who can rebuild the world just
by touching you?

Someone who... It's all right, I get the
picture.

She could have done it.

Rosalie Martin, she was jealous.

I'd like to speak to Inspector Frost,
please.

Sorry,

there's no reply from that extension.

Thank you.

Any message? No.

There's no message.

I'm rather pushed for time.

I've been all over that bloody hospital.

Ward 6, they told me. That's where he
was until the lady came along. She had

out of there.

What lady?

I didn't catch your name. Go to the
bedroom to him.

Wait a moment.

Sorry, I haven't got time. Police.

Sale of souvenir programmes, sponsored
contributions,

donations over and above.

Great success, wasn't it?

The ball.

Considering Denton isn't exact. I'm ball
-orientated.

I hope Cyril thought so too.

Yeah.

Yeah, he did.

Pity about the man who died afterwards.

Did you know him?

No.

Well, not really.

Nor did we.

Oh, God.

Don't you seem to have the invoice for
the souvenir program?

Well,

it should be there.

I put it on file. It came in a week ago.

No, look.

Oh, well.

I'll find it for you and send you a
copy.

Could you? And send it over as soon as
possible and then I can pay Cyril.

You do seem to have made rather a
healthy gain, though.

Even allowing for that.

I told the constable all I know.

I was set upon by two assailants.

Now, why should two assailants want to
set upon you, sir?

I can't imagine.

Could they have been after my car?

No. Now, you be gentle with him,
Inspector.

What about Mr Newbigin, if there is one?
No. Jealous husband?

My husband's in Dubai at the moment.

He's there a lot of the time.

We have an understanding.

I keep Yvonne company in his absence.

Now, why is it that I want to connect
all this to Damien Law?

You waved at him the other night, didn't
you?

Not me.

I mean, I'd seen him with that woman.

The one who dresses herself up like the
Queen Mother.

But I'd never spoken to him.

Same here. I'd really like to help you,
Inspector.

Well, I shall.

I get this feeling that I've met you
before.

People are always saying that to him.

It's his job.

Harv's an actor.

Well, just a little television these
days.

And some promotion modelling.

Oh, yeah, of course.

It's that, um, that commercial.

The one about piles.

Carpets, actually.

I'll tell you how I made my pile.

Well,

I'll, um,

I'll leave you, Mr. Wade, to give over
your upset.

I do hope that you will be able to
remember a few things.

I do tend to come down rather heavily on
people who are holding things back.

How did you get on with Rosalie Martin?

Not at home, sir.

She's here, as a matter of fact.

Oh, she's here?

Yes. Mr Martin had another stroke this
morning. He's in intensive care.

I could maybe try and have her work. No,
no, no, leave her.

I'll come back to her later.

Let's go and bowl a few googly's
instead.

Oh, Mullet's flexing his muscle now,
isn't he?

That's not helpful, sir.

Well, he wasn't meant to be.

You'll hear about the break -ins at the
club.

Well, I don't know where I was when they
happened, but I didn't do them.

Mr. Bowker, we only came to ask about
your keys.

Bastards.

Used to get a good game down there once.

Your keys, sir.

They're in the post.

In the post?

I believe I ceased to become a club
member last night, voted out by the

committee in my absence.

Yes, well, I think you made your views
known with your demonstration.

Oh, dear, bear -ass stuff, you mean.

Well, I was tanked up.

I suppose I'll regret it now.

Why don't you just tell the committee?

Because I won't grovel.

They owe me expenses.

And my missus for the catering.

But they changed the rules now.

We don't pay until the end of the
season.

Even if you're skint, like me.

Well, that's their idea.

They're trying to weed out my thought.

Well, what do you want now? Search the
house or something?

No, that won't be necessary.

But we'll be back.

Suit yourself.

Do you want my advice?

No. Well, I suppose we're going to get
it.

Take a look at Hastings.

Work out how he set me up.

And you can tell the rest of them, any
more hassle, and I go public.

Really, I don't know whether it's me or
the heat, but I can't seem to... focus.

What do you mean, Hastings, set him up?

Did you see his sweet piece, sir?

Beautiful.

That's it for me when I retire.

Sweet peas and dahlias.

Oh,

great.

You thought about what you might do
yourself when you retire?

No, have you thought about what you
might contribute to either of these

that we are supposed to be working on?

Sorry, sir.

I'm just like yourself.

Can't seem to focus.

I think maybe it's just our age.

What do you mean our age?

Your age, maybe.

There's plenty of life left in me.
Plenty of active life before I retire.

Retirement's just a state of mind.

You can think of yourself being old and
past it if you're not careful.

Turn right here.

Well, that's it.

Barker's out for my money.

So, what's Mullet been doing?

In and out all day, I suppose?

There has been a certain presence, yes.

Do you reckon that I might make it to
the canteen?

Hello, what's this?

Yes. Oh, it's a living person.

Is it?

You know what?

That could just be stiff with half a
face.

What?

Where's the original photograph?

It's here.

Let's have a look.

No.

Really?

Do you know, Jack, you could be right.

No, not could be, I am right.

And his wife that is called Frankie
Barton. Well, Frankie Barton or Damien

it's our man.

Hello, darling.

Oh, God, what's this now? What are you
doing to yourself?

Prue Hastings came over, and we did the
account.

Yeah?

She seemed pleased.

We're all pleased now, aren't we?

It's going all right in general, isn't
it, Anne -Marie?

Listen, I mean, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I'm not more of a man for you.

You deserve better.

But I'll get it together.

I will.

I will.

I thought it was moonlighting in a bar.

After he'd done his shift at the pizza
place.

All the time he was off with other
women.

But he was doing it for you and Colin.

Do you know if he made very much money?

He was always very good to me and the
kids.

He said he was stashing away a lot for
the future.

You don't know where it is, do you?

It's just we're going to need it.

No.

But we'll do some checks and see if he's
put any money away in his own name.

I think he... I think he said he was
expecting something big.

Money.

He said we were going to be all right.

You never suspected anything, did you?

I mean, you never changed towards you.

No.

He was always very loving.

He used to say that there was always
that, even when there was nothing else.

I wonder if he told them that.

The others.

Damien Law.

A man who wore Romani suits and had silk
sheets on his bed. Was he a gigolo?

Frankie Barton. You what?

I said, was he a gigolo?

Or some kind of professional male type?
I mean, women were paying him?

Oh, yeah, hundreds of pounds. What am I
doing here? Oh, shut up, George. You

haven't got the wherewithal. Oh, thank
you.

No, no, I'm serious.

I mean, we can't all be irresistible to
women.

I mean, it takes much more than just a
good body and good looks, doesn't it?

You know, you've got to have some sort
of courage to do it.

Like, confidence you've got to have, if
you think about it, because what you've

got to do is you've got to be able to
deliver.

Time after time, whatever it is that
they ask.

So, you put yourself in... Well,

thank you for sharing your observations
with us, Jack.

All right, let's keep it together.

Now, can I ask if anything else has come
to light?

Yeah, we found a bank account, sir.

A wealth safety deposit box in the name
of Frankie Barton at the Midland on Mill

Road.

and we're back in Mr Barton's
application to have it opened.

Good.

Anything else?

Sergeant, have you got anything on the
pizza outfit? Oh, everybody said ask the

manager, but it doesn't come back till
tomorrow. Right.

I want to know anything and everything
about what went on at or near the Denton

Royal on the night of bank holiday
Monday.

Got it?

Go.

Would you mind? What's that?

Oh! Go, sir.

Thank you.

Now, Bob Bowker claims to have returned
the keys to critics. I believe there's

no sign of them yet.

Well, maybe I could arrange a search of
the Royal Mail Sorting Office for you,

if you're right.

No, no, no, that won't be necessary.

In any case, at the committee meeting
last night, the motion to change the

and generally overhaul the security
system went through unopposed.

So, the old keys will be rendered
useless in a few days. You'll be glad to

Oh, yes, sir. I'm very glad to hear
that.

Then, no more incidents, let's hope.

Of course, it's still important to know
the blighter who's been causing all the

trouble.

You were saying, sir?

It's difficult to know what got him mad
the most. Finding the stuff in there or

realising he hadn't locked the boot in
the fur.

So what was his excuse?

He said he was preoccupied with the
committee meeting.

Mr Mullet is downstairs now having his
fingerprints taken so they can be

eliminated.

And he wants Bowker's done too.

Forget it, we're not taking Bowker's
prints. They've got the stuff back now.

Do you reckon this yorker was aiming for
Mr Mullet? No, no, no. I reckon he was

aiming for any stuck jerk who was stupid
enough to leave the book of his car

open.

Go on, let's get going.

See you all later.

Yeah, this Damien, Frankie business.

Something that I'm not quite happy with.

You know that ball at the Royal, the
organiser, Cyril Pearce? Has he got

Well, not Paul, no, but he was looked at
a few years back when that building

syndicate went down for tax evasion.

He was cleared, but... A note for you,
Jack. Yeah? Oh, this weather, terribly

hot. Yeah, tell me about it. Those
stairs really get to my back. Oh,

Yeah, I'm going to hit down the spine.
Do that. Oi, oi, oi. I thought you said

you had a note for me.

Oh, sorry, yeah, but on your death,
probably nothing.

Blue BMW, double parked outside Denton
Royal Monday night, causing a

disturbance. Say I moved him on, got two
fingers for his trouble.

Did he get the licence number?

No, sorry.

Oh, pity.

All right, go on.

Blue BMW.

Well, better keep the old eyes peeled,
eh?

That's us, eh?

The old eyes.

Yes, but what was he like? Oh, Frankie!

Well, I'm telling you, he practically
had no personality.

Well, did any of his friends come to see
him in here, like women?

No. There was a guy he used to have a
laugh with.

We all had a laugh with him.

You know, funny guy.

Doesn't come in here now.

A guy he used to have a laugh with.

Well, they might even have gone out for
the odd pint.

Does this guy have a name, sir?

No, but you look just like the guy that
does that advert for carpeting.

You know.

My pile.

No, stay.

Jane Fanshaw's Paramore and that waiter
at the pizza place, one and the same

person. I can't believe it.

You knew him.

You talked to him often at the
restaurant.

Did I?

Well, I do go on a bit, you know.

Do anyone who will listen.

The old performing instinct.

I'd completely forgotten. I haven't been
there for yonks.

No, but you did go there regularly.

I had rather a thin time.

Middle of last year.

Pizzas, hamburgers, they're very good,
wholesome, cheap food, you know, with a

side salad.

So, it's thin time.

It's over for you, knows it, sir.

What's this TV work?

Paying well, is it?

Mm -hmm.

Oh, sorry, champagne, Inspector?

Oh, no, not for me, sir.

Wouldn't mind a cup of coffee, though,
if this one goes?

I'll put the kettle on.

Would you mind?

No, not at all.

Thank you so much.

Marguerite.

You've put off the trip to Texas.

It was getting late anyway for Colin.

The old thing was more so Frankie felt
he was doing something.

Well, the application's been granted on
the safety deposit box.

So we should fix up a time for you to
come in.

Yeah. I'll talk to Mum.

We'll be all right.

Yeah.

Charity people will give us a hand if
necessary. They've helped us before.

Charity? The Backbone Trust.

The spinal injuries.

Oh, they're nice people.

They do a good job.

But it's still a charity, isn't it?

pleased about.

Do we have liftoff by any time? No, we
do not have liftoff, but we do have a

little chink.

Anyone here know anything about a place
called Perks?

It's a bar, isn't it, in a basement near
the market?

Andesco agency, so -called.

Oh, yeah.

Sampled it then, have you?

You get the cards in the back of taxis.

Back of taxis?

Come on, then.

Who runs it?

Barry Curzer runs that place, Perks.

Oh, you've been there as well, have you?

All right, all right.

No, seriously, any bother?

No. No, he did have bother years ago,
didn't he? On the street.

Went down for immoral earnings.

Been quiet since.

Did he? Now that's interesting.

Mr Curzon?

Executive Inspector Brock, Denton CID.

Men.

Male, um,

escorts.

Four women.

Yes.

No, no, no, no, no.

London. West End?

Maybe. Round here?

No.

No, no. There'll be no call for it.

The whole idea's mad.

Women don't pay for sex.

They get paid for it.

Excuse me.

Asthma.

And I didn't know the dead guy.

I think you did.

What was your car doing outside the
Denton Royal around midnight, Bank

Monday? My car.

Two of my officers moved you on.

Yeah?

Don't remember.

I think you do, Barry.

No, I don't, Jack.

Mr. Frost.

Fun time for swingers.

I wonder if it was a swinger who did it.

When I was in the force in Dundee, we
had disciplinary safeguards to prevent

paperwork getting to this level.

Jack! Get on with it.

These keys are Balkans, Jack.

No sign of them yet.

Well, maybe it was a second -class
stunt.

What's it then?

More likely he's lying, not to be
trusted.

Anyway, patrol personnel should be
alerted.

I've already done that.

Oh,

by the way, I've been cleared of all
suspicion.

I expect you heard. Yes, I heard, sir.

Very good.

Big relief.

He reckons that they were both doing the
same thing.

Ah, Jack.

I hear you think Frankie Barton and
Harvey Wade were on the same dodge. Is

right? Escorts?

Yes, I swear to it.

Curtains cleared them up the records,
but they were both there. And others,

probably. Why did he get topped, then,
Jack? Well, why was he attacked?

Well, whoever did it, I don't think
meant to kill him, but probably there

fight, you know.

Pushed him a bit hard, and that was it.

Harvey Wade got the treatment, but
without the fight.

Yeah, but why?

Well, why does any pib duff up any
employee?

Oh.

Welshing? Not handing over all the dosh?
Well, there you are.

Now, what I reckon is Damien, Frankie,
whatever you want to call him, right,

got some contacts that would go with
him, whether he worked for Curzon or

A bit like these women who follow
hairdressers about, right?

So, what does he do? There he is. He's
strapped for cash, got a sick kid, so he

thinks, I know what I'll do. I'll do a
bit of moonlighting.

So Curzon sits outside the Denton Royal
on Monday night, watching Frankie coming

out to give him a fright?

Yeah, that's what I reckon.

Why would you warn him like that if he's
going to do him over later?

I don't know yet.

Well, all set for tomorrow, God?

Hmm?

The Midland Bank with Joe Barton and
Frankie's safety deposit box.

Oh, right.

Thank you, Constance.

Jane, just a minute.

What are you doing this evening?

Good evening.

Good evening.

It's Brent, isn't it?

I'd more or less given up this sort of
thing, but, well, for a friend of

Marguerite. How is Marguerite?

Oh, she's fine.

And you're so lovely.

Lucky me.

I, um, I called the Perks Agency first.

Yes, well, we parted company.

Shall we do the sordid part straight
away since your first time?

If you go to... Give me the money now.
I'll deal with all the expenses.

We'll negotiate extras later.

If there are any.

Oh, sorry about these.

Slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.

I had an accident.

I think they're kind of interesting.

Really?

Now, I want you to relax.

I sense we're going to have a truly
wonderful time.

A conference, is it?

Brings you to town?

Not so much a conference, more a con,
really.

I need to talk to you, Harvey.

No, I'm just putting some letters and
papers in the letterbox. Funny, I didn't

see any of that. No, hold on. All you've
got to do is open the door and have a

look. Your name? Look, just open the
door.

Name, sir?

Mr. Bowker. Bob Bowker, leave off. Off
we go, Mr.

Bowker. Look, don't be ridiculous.

Hey? You don't need a bed. I

drank sometimes.

in the Perks Bar.

It's good for business.

Advertising people use it.

And then one night Barry Curzon said
he'd had a request from a couple of

for escorts, dinner and dancing.

He thought they were joking at first,
but they weren't.

If he supplied girls, why not men?

He said, if I had a friend...

I was looking at a nice little deal.

And the friend was Frankie the pizza
waiter, yeah?

Damien, as he became you.

Poor old boy.

I could see he had potential.

I knew he needed the money.

He took a bit of talking round, but...
Then we were off.

Never looked back until... Until he had
his face rearranged for good?

Believe me, I was on my way to tell you
everything.

When they got to me.

Barry Curzon's mob.

And threatened to do the same thing to
you?

Not directly, no. They just said... not
to open my mouth.

What did you take that to mean?

Oh.

I think he'd started to do business on
his own account.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Greedy.

I admit I helped him out once or twice.

Foursomes.

Not entirely my style, but... It's all
right, Harvey, all right. Look, just

to the point.

Barry cornered him.

In the club.

It was a showdown.

He said he'd kill him.

If he didn't stay exclusively on the
books.

I was there when you said it.

I only wouldn't want you repeating that
to us.

But you should have done Harvey,
shouldn't you?

All right, come on.

I want you to... Give me a list of all
of Damien's contacts.

I don't know them all.

Did any of them give him trouble?

Yes.

Jane Fanshaw.

She became obsessed with him.

Started following him about.

And that unfortunate woman killed us up
to.

Where's Florence Allard?

Any chance of police protection.

Sorry, Harvey, we haven't got the
manpower.

Are you sure about this?

Legend called Goff. Hmm?

Cricket club.

Say, when Morris was on the way back
with Boca, when Mrs Hastings called up,

had seen the flames.

Mr Hastings?

It's funny, isn't it? Our friend always
seems to strike when he's away.

Mrs Hastings, just a moment.

I understand that you saw nothing before
you saw the flames. Is that right?

Well, I can't be on the lookout all the
time. No, of course you can't.

The campaign, isn't it? It's just going
to go on and on.

No, not as if we've caught him.

Anything else?

Oh, yes, sir. Like he said, we found
these behind the front door.

And a letter.

What's it tell you?

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

He had it in for certain named members.

Your name appears on a list I've been
given, Anne -Marie.

A list of women who were seen regularly
by the late Damien Law.

Yeah, okay.

I knew him.

I had sex with him.

I didn't kill him.

You went out together?

No, no, he came here.

When Cyril was away.

Cyril can't, you see.

Damien could.

You, uh, you paid him?

That's right.

150 quid a time.

I wouldn't mind a little number like
that myself.

I don't think you should have any hopes
in that direction, do you?

No, quite.

The ball that you were at the other
evening, Damien Law was there with Jane

Fanshaw. Is that why you got drunk?

I do get drunk. I drink. I've got the
problem, all right?

And your car?

What about it? Well, you left it the
other night.

It seems to me that when you came home
from the ball, you sobered up and tried

to go out again.

But you failed.

Because when your husband tried to get
his car out of the garage, he couldn't

because yours was blocking the drive.
Now, where were you going?

Anywhere out of here.

Are you sure that's all you've got to
tell me?

Yes.

All right.

Thank you.

I'll see myself out.

Bligdon.

Cyril gets to know about me and Damien.

He'll kill me.

Yes, listen, we're shelving Bowker
temporarily.

Anything new on Curzon yet?

That's him and his lawyer just arriving,
sir.

There are two women to see you, sir.

One of them's that Mrs Newbiggins. The
other will not give her name.

Two women, eh? That's interesting.

Do you reckon I might be able to do a
career switch then, Prentice? You know,

make it in the escort business?

I don't think so, sir.

Surely you're past all that.

I'll have you know that Harvey Wade is
older than me.

Oh, yes, but he's suave.

Harvey phoned.

I thought we'd better slip in and get
things cleared up.

Slip in and get things cleared up.

You've been withholding information.

But we don't know anything about the
murder.

I mean, the last time we saw him,
Damien, socially, well,

it'll be that weekend when that woman
threw herself off the car park.

Shopping in London, we were.

Can you tell me what your name is,
madam?

Addy. Addy Parson.

Now, how did all this start?

Well, that was me, about a year ago.

My husband was off to Dubai again.

And I do need to have a good time.

Regularly.

And Addy was at a loose end, so... Well,
I saw these cards in a taxi.

And phoned up Barry Curling.

And he got you a couple of blokes, just
like that?

I told him I'd report him to the Equal
Opportunities Commission if he didn't.

Don't.

Damien's dead, remember?

He was a little darling.

Doesn't that let Miss Fanshawe off the
hook, too?

She'd hardly be asking my client to do
something about it if she'd just done

something about it herself.

Well, well, look what we've got here.

It's another one of your old friends.

How long are you going to say hello to
each other socially?

Well, I expect we'll be detaining you
then, will we, Mr Curzon? No, no, Jack,

we're not.

My client has co -operated fully and
will continue to do so.

Good morning.

Why?

Copper -bottomed alibi.

I don't believe it. I'll show you the
statement after I've been through it.

You'll love it. Yeah, I bet I will.

Just had a complaint about Jane
Fanshawe, Jack, this minute from a Mrs.

Martin. Oh, Jack, I hear this tape
first.

All right. Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I couldn't tell you while Bruce was
alive.

Why do I want you to know I'm not a
slut?

I do know.

Why don't you tell me how it started?

It started with a woman in the
hairdressers.

Laughing.

Such a human kind of laugh.

Warm.

Amazed at herself.

Made me wonder how long it was since I'd
laughed like that.

She told me she'd been out with a man
she'd hired for the night.

So, you went to Perks.

And met Damien.

How often did you see him?

Every three, four weeks.

And you'd go out together?

Sometimes. Sometimes I'd cook him a meal
and take it to him in his room.

And then you'd...

Go to bed?

Yes, always.

I needed to.

My husband was a passionate man.

Goes on being important, doesn't it?

Sex.

Longer than you think.

This case has given some of my
colleagues a big laugh.

Well, the younger ones.

It's as though it all stops when you're
40.

He couldn't possibly get excited.

You know,

the days beforehand, I was like a girl,

planning what I'd wear, the dress,
underwear, perfume.

And he was always so attentive, so light
-hearted.

It didn't seem like a betrayal somehow.
It seemed like a gift that I had brought

home and shared.

And Miss Fanshawe?

She wanted her more to herself.

Now she never leaves me alone.

She phones all hours. She sits out there
in her car and screams at me.

I don't want my son to know.

We'll do our best, Mr Martin.

The tea is ready.

Oh.

There's some cake in there as well.

Do try some.

It's homemade.

Oh.

It was coming for you, Cyril. He's got
your number. He was. Do you know, you

bastard, that scam with the charity?

Does he know I hit him?

Who? He hit him.

He was coming on to me for thousands. He
tried it again at the ball. I went

round afterwards to sort him out. It was
an accident.

Now get dressed. We're going.

Shut up!

He was everything to me.

Please.

Anne -Marie, you're coming with me.

Can't you hear, you useless sword?

He was everything to me!

All right, come on then, what have we
got?

Four invoices, Gov.

These two relate to the souvenir
programme for the charity ball.

This one's from the printer to Cyril
Pease.

And this one's from Pierce to the
charity committee.

It's a big mark -up.

And what about all the others?

Same thing, Gov.

From an event Pierce organized last
year.

It came up in the stuff we dug out on
it.

Yeah, a different charity.

This one's the Backbone Trust.

Frankie and Joy Barton had a connection
with it because of their little boy,

Colin.

All right, come on then, Constable.

Why would Frankie Barton have all this
stuff in his security box?

Blackmail documents.

Frankie could have stumbled on a racket.

We know he was seeing Piers' wife.

Hmm.

And in their own home.

Where the office is.

She could have said something and he
followed it up.

Yeah. We know that she hates her old
man.

Hmm.

Well done, Constable.

All right, let's check with the charity.

Get on to the treasurer, will you?

Oh, come on, then.

Get moving. Chop, chop.

Hello? Brew Hastings?

Oh, hello, Sergeant.

That's not very convenient, I'm afraid.

Well, of course.

If I must, I understand.

Shall we say ten minutes?

That's a bit over the top, isn't it,
Governor?

Bring him hob in on it.

Oh, Pierce nailed.

Mrs Hastings, would you mind waiting
here just for a couple of minutes?

You better call for backup.

Take a look out there first, go on.

Where's your husband?

Is he gone?

Hmm?

Damien. Hmm?

Damien. Yes.

Then tell him.

Tell him what? Then tell him about us.

He's a good man.

Yes.

Tell him.

Yes, I know.

I know. Go on.

Go on.

Carl, get the medics down to Anne
-Marie, will you, please? Yes, sir.

Is Anne -Marie all right?

Yes. Well, she's going to be, yes, thank
you.

Are these the accounts?

Yes.

Right, I'll take them. It's all right,
I'll get them.

Oh, Prentice.

Look after those, will you?

Also, go with the ambulance. Make sure
Anne -Marie's going to be all right,

Mrs Hastings, I wonder if you could do
me a favour.

Favour? Could you give me a lift?

Yes, of course. Thank you.

It's just that on the way over, we heard
there'd been another incident at the

cricket club.

May I have your keys?

I told you, Inspector.

I, a mere mortal, would never be given
keys to hallowed ground.

Please.

Thank you.

We've changed all the locks.

Where are the old ones? In the skip,
round the back.

Hold it, hold it.

Send me back.

I always said it was an inside job.

I hope you say I behaved like a good
citizen, Inspector, and helped with your

inquiries. If I hadn't, I'd have been
making my escape, too.

Don't like Denton very much, do you, Mrs
Hastings?

Would anyone choose to live here?

Well, they do say the first six years
are the worst.

Leave a note, did you?

Saying that the fire was the last straw.

Something like that.

Hoping he'd follow.

Knowing that he probably wouldn't.

You can't separate people from their
passions.

I'm no longer one of Clifford.

I don't believe it.

And this is Curzon's alibi.

Here, have you shown this to warm rim
Harry yet? No, no, um... Oh, you've had

that privilege, Jack.

Oh.

Oh, I think I have.

You can't take a tea break.

Not with all those files to clear up in
my office. I have not got time to do

that, sir.

I am starting all the leave that is
owing to me tomorrow.

You what?

Oh, yes, sir.

I'm taking the ill health pension.

Stress.

Stress? Yes, sir.

Very good deal.

You should think of it taking it
yourself, sir.

Oh, it could lengthen your life.

Yep.

What about the other man who was gunning
for Barton?

Curzon, was it?

That's right.

Barry Curzon, the pimp.

Well, apparently DCI Peters was correct.
He's got a cast -iron alibi.

Well, get on with it.

Well, it appears that the time that
Barton was killed, Barry Curzon was

what he calls a floor show with some
girls.

at the house of one Rupert Duffy.

That would be Councillor Duffy, sir.

Councillor Duffy?

Yes.

Oh, isn't Councillor Duffy a member of
your cricket club committee?

He was also with Councillor March and a
James Nevin.

They all support Curzon's alibi.

Funny that, is it, sir?

The way that it's all tied up with the
cricket club.

Well, well done, Jack.

Thank you, sir.

Mrs. Martin.

Are you all right?

Oh, yeah.

Nothing, sorry.

I was going to leave this for you at the
desk.

Oh.

What's that, a bribe?

It's just... I've made you a cake.

With what you like.

You were so kind to me.

I think I might have embarrassed you
some of the things I said.

No.

No, no, no, not at all.

Well, I was grateful.

Anyway,

gave me something to do.

Baking.

I feel a bit lost at the moment.

Yes, I know what it's like.

Do you?

Yes, well, I lost my wife not too long
ago.

I'm sorry.

It's terrible, isn't it?

The emptiness.

After a happy marriage.

I was just wondering if, you know,

if you might like to come out for a
drink with me sometime.

I might.

I just need a bit of time.