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Can you hear me?

Yes, ma 'am.

Stand by.

Okay, go!

Those security grills. I don't think
I'll bother. Right, which is your

The newsagent.

I don't think this lot are going to ram
-raid you for yesterday's newspapers and

a packet of sweets.

I don't think that's funny.

Well, it's the best I can do at eight o
'clock in the morning.

Right, tell me what happened.

Oh, Carol, this is covered in pig.

Oh, you're a quite defective brat.

Who gave you that? Your brother.

Good luck partying.

They say the sun's going to shine.

I'm going to be late. No, we're saying
it a second time.

It's only my second day.

What are you doing?

Don't!

Oi!

Hear that?

It's fine.

OK.

You should really be able to lift it
higher by now.

You see what's happening?

You must... Straighten this part of your
back. That's it.

Keep your chin down.

There.

Now, feel the line of your energy.

Pelvis.

Up to your heart.

To the head.

There. Think how elegantly you can
stand.

If only.

And be relaxed.

I must look really foolish.

You look wonderful.

Oh, sorry.

That's your beauty sleep, did you?

Need to ask?

This is DCI Peters.

All right.

He's from London.

Oh. I haven't trained him yet.

There's been another drive -in. Zoot
suit. Men's fashion shop on the parade.

Oh, yeah, I know. They're just for nice
gear.

Would you excuse me, sir, while I take
him away and attach some electrodes to

his head?

I'll be in two ten, if you need me.
Thank you.

What's wrong?

Why does Mallet hate me so much?

What?

What?

Hello, Vicky.

Who is it?

It's Boris.

I wanted to catch you before you left.

I'm instituting a patient information
group.

Later, okay? Just informal. Next time,
please not.

Vicky, Mr Newman called.

He said, could you meet him a few
minutes earlier?

Thanks, Helen, that's fine.

But he said not to ring him.

Vicky, I would like us to talk.

Sure, Boris.

Third thing tomorrow.

See you after lunch Gwen. See you later.

Mr. Mayerbridge?

Mr.

Mayerbridge?

I'm sorry.

What is it, Gwen?

There was someone in the church.

I thought you were just coming in, but
you weren't.

Well, see if you can find our visitor.

Yeah, sure.

Can I move this stuff, Guv? That was
Sergeant Pearson's. He had a two -tier

system.

Unsolved and unsolvable.

Neil White?

In a row, then.

Kim Sook?

Kim Sue, as you said.

Some old dear wanted us to charge him
for peeing in her garden.

Look, why don't you just put that over
there on the filing cabinet and let WPT

Brent sort it out? Then you'd have a
nice clean desk, wouldn't you?

Ah, Johnny.

Have you met Detective Sergeant Nash?

He's from London.

We met yesterday.

Oh, you certainly made an impression on
Johnson.

Doesn't normally get that excited.

I went to London once.

Had to go and meet the Queen.

She's not smaller than I thought she'd
be, but then again, size isn't

everything, as we both know.

Frost!

Where?

100 % dead.

Not the best way to start your first
week, is it?

Good morning, sir.

Were you the first one here?

With PC Lambert.

The emergency call was made from the
telephone box over there. What call?

A woman called emergency services at 12
.27.

Said she'd just seen a man assaulting a
woman.

Assault is not the word I would have
chosen.

Then she hung up. No name or anything.

I reckon she was probably scared.

Yes, she probably was, Sims.

Why don't you go and get those kids out
of that phone box?

John?

That's right. You work out when the
engine was switched off. I'll see if

left a suicide note.

Do we know who she was?

I'm running a check on the vehicle, sir.

What about this?

Haven't touched it, sir.

She was a pretty woman.

Yes.

A sweet tooth, by the looks of it.

Sir, the car's registered to Victoria
Imelda Phillips, 16B Crayford Road.

What did you say her name was again?

Victoria Imelda Phillips.

Yes, looks about it.

The duty officer been informed? Yes,
sir. Who is it, George Toulon?

Well, get the scientific boys down here,
will you, and get a few more coppers to

keep back the sight, please.

Where does that lead to?

Well, I don't know. Why don't you go and
have a look?

Right.

Gov.

Right, Gov.

But not now, eh?

Get her keys. They're in the car.

It's a question of resources.

I have already authorised an increase in
manpower for the parade, King Street

and Hadley Gardens.

But however alarming these ram raids may
be, we must bear in mind that Denton is

not being targeted specifically.

That's what you told us after the first
two incidents.

This is the work of a highly organised
gang working throughout the country.

It's unlikely that they'll strike here
again.

Someone's going to get hurt, I can tell
you that.

Ram raiding is a crime one normally
associates with the more deprived areas

the country.

In Denton, I believe we should regard
this new phenomenon as a symptom of our

general moral latitude.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's not be too
preoccupied with this issue.

I can confirm that a team under DCI
Peters is working exclusively on this

Now, the vehicle used in last night's
robbery has already been recovered.

So I hope to have some heartening news
for you next time you meet.

Was he one of her patients?

I hadn't spoken to him before.

Here we are. Mr Newman.

Mr Ivanovich.

I'm Detective Inspector Frost.

This is Detective Sergeant Nash.

You don't look like the police.

Well, when you get to CID, they let you
wear your own clothes.

Well, none of the practitioners are
under contract with the centre.

It is, you know, a facility they use.

Vicky ran her own affairs.

But there was a reception book for
appointments for the patients.

It's confidential.

But, yes, of course, you must see it.
Did you leave the building at all this

morning? I was here all morning. I had
three patients.

All right, OK, fine.

I knew that something was wrong.

I see these things coming.

I wanted to discuss it with Vicky,
but...

She was anxious to get away.

Well, to meet Mr. Newman?

I have no idea.

Yeah, come.

Oh, is that for me?

Hey, what you asked for?

Chamomile. Oh, right, yes, thank you.

Thanks very much.

Just how I like it.

Sorry, you... You said you knew
something was wrong.

Yeah, but I didn't know what.

She was imbalanced. I just could feel
it.

What, mentally?

No. No, against her line.

You know?

No.

At our healing center, we do not treat
the symptoms of any illness.

We investigate the whole being. It is,
you know, holistic approach.

I consider it is not possible to treat
someone unless you are feeling well in

yourself.

With Vicky, it was lost.

Really?

I can tell you are sceptical.

No, it's just that I find it very
difficult to accept health advice from a

smoker.

Yeah, I'm sorry to smoke. I haven't had
a cigarette for years.

It's a filthy habit. I'm sorry. I'm very
sorry.

What was your relationship with Vicky?

There was no relationship.

You can ask anyone who worked here.

No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. What
I meant was, was she a friend or did she

just work here?

I would like Vicky to have considered me
her friend.

Did she discuss her problems with you?

If she had done that, she might still be
alive.

All right.

Thank you.

That's a lovely girl, that Helen, Gough.
Oh, yeah? When are you booking in?

No, it's a free assessment.

It won't be body then.

In your case, it's the receptionist that
should do it.

Ah, what's your good news, Sims? Not a
thing, Dove.

Spoken to all the locals?

No one saw anything before we turned up.

What, an old sports car?

Aren't there any spotty ten -year -olds
living round here?

They'd all have been in school, wouldn't
they, sir? Yeah, all right, cleverly.

Here, Sims.

Yes, sir? Find a bin for that, will you?
Yes, sir. Right, all working now, is

it? Yeah.

Here,

have you got any change on you?

It's all right, don't look so worried.

Look, what I want you to do is, when
you've given those to Forensic...

Take a photograph of Vicky to all the
local shopkeepers. See if you can find

what she was doing here.

Also see if anyone's heard of our Mr
Newman.

He said Lambert's been along there
already. Yeah, I know, and he didn't

anything, did he?

One of the golden rules of detection is
if you don't find something, keep

looking.

Good afternoon.

Can I help you?

Detective Sergeant Nash, Denton CID.

This is the murder?

You recognise this girl?

Take a closer look, it's not a great
photo.

Well, there's a man with a long face.

Nobody recognise her? No.

Well, you'll be sorry to hear that we
haven't found the knife.

We found a bit of an air rifle and a
rusky old radiator, which I'm having

in our office.

Go on, go and get a cup of tea.

Cheer up, get me a cup too. Two sugars.

I've got an address for a pen.

Manchester. Oh, well, let some other
plod break the bad news, eh?

And a message from Mr Mullet. Oh,
lovely.

Left me something in his will, is he? He
wants to see you as soon as you get in.

Right. I'll let you know when that is.

This is a nasty one, Jack.

Yes, I know.

Terrible. Any ideas?

No. Nice young girl in bed by ten.

Supposed to be meeting a man at 12 .30.
Apart from that, I've got no idea.

I'm going to go down and take a look at
her in a minute.

Well, you do pick them, Jack.

I wish I didn't.

All right, come on, listen up. Let's
have your attention, please.

Right.

Vicky Imelda Phillips is our VIP.

No form, no friends.

Nice, quiet young woman, according to
her landlord, a certain Mr Bannister.

And no jokes, please, about leaning on
the witness.

Now, Vicky was a self -employed
physiotherapist.

Thank you. And have a discreet word with
Detective Sergeant Nash here if you

don't know what one of those is.

Ball breakers.

Yes, all right. Thank you very much. I'm
glad you mentioned that because Mr.

Toulon here has got some information
which might shed a bit of light on that,

George.

Well, Mrs. Phillips saw a number of her
patients at the Lotus Healing Centre on

Cottam Road.

Now, the only thing we have on the
establishment are two complaints from

year alleging...

Some of the therapists were using it as
a knocking shop.

Both complaints came from the same
patient, a man who thought he was being

overcharged.

All right, all right, come on, pack it
in.

I can't imagine there's anything in it,
but as you take the statements from her

patients, find out which part of their
body she was working on.

All right, come on, let's get going,
come on.

Jack!

Good afternoon, sir.

I was wondering whether or not you'd
found somewhere to live.

No, not yet, sir. I haven't had time to
look for anything.

But you must.

Make time.

Oh, has somebody been complaining? No,
no, no.

Sure.

I'm sure everyone at the section house
would be sorry to see you go.

Very friendly bunch, sir.

Are they? Oh, yes.

Oh, good.

Who needs a mortgage?

Yes.

Well, that was all, really, Jack.

Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Eighteen wounds in her neck, shoulders
and upper back.

The knife had a single sharpened edge,
very sharp, approximately six inches in

length, one inch wide.

Two principal veins were punctured and
both lungs.

The attacker was right -handed.

Oh, well, that eliminates a lot of
people, doesn't it?

He's not squeamish, this one, is he?

I'm from London.

Cause of death was most likely heart
failure.

There's no indication that she reached
out, tried to stand up or defend herself

in any way.

No lacerations on her hands,
fingernails, perfect.

There is something here which might be
of interest.

What is it?

Oh, he's so young, isn't he? It's a
diaphragm.

A contraceptive device.

Oh, right.

Now, of course, it's all condoms
nowadays, isn't it? I can see what it is

Is there anything else in there we
should know about?

Spermicidal jelly.

Excuse me. Alan.

Well, there's no sign of intercourse
having taken place recently.

Excuse me, sir.

I see, all right. OK, well, thank you.

The killer would get very bloody,
wouldn't I, standing above?

Well, it depends.

Which it wouldn't exactly.

Gosh, it wasn't an artery.

All right, come on, what's your bright
idea?

Well, a six -inch blade, and that's big.

You'd have to bring it down from up here
to get it in so deep.

Well, you'd see the knife broad
daylight.

Telephone caller said she saw a woman
being assaulted.

If you witness somebody being stabbed in
the neck, you don't say assaulted, I

don't think.

I mean, you said so yourself.

Conclusion?

Either the caller saw something that
happened before the stabbing, something

completely unrelated.

Doubtful. Right.

Or she saw Vicky being struck before the
knife came out.

Well, there's no evidence of any former
blows.

Of course the caller saw more. That's
why she didn't stay on the line.

And I also know that because she hasn't
come forward, we ain't going to find

her. Well, with respect, sir, I don't
see how you can know that.

Hello, Bill.

Hello, Jack.

Something come back for me on this
Phillips murder?

From the emergency services.

It's the call from the car park. Oh,
right.

Mr Nash, your wife called.

Twice. Nothing urgent, I believe.

Also something from forensic.

No,

nothing yet.

No? No.

Could be in that big brown envelope
marked urgent for the attention of G .I.

Frost.

That's it.

A bit young to be married, aren't you?

How old were you? I asked first.

Twenty -four.

Same as me.

All right, let's drop it then.

We know your location, love.

What is your name?

Not all the kids would have been at
school that morning. Can you give me

name, please?

the bones out that way.

Good grief, look what they've managed to
get out of Vicky's organiser.

Addresses. Client and personal. Personal
finance.

Schedule. Oh, Harold.

What?

Er, I don't know. Hang on.

My wife wants to know if I'm coming
home, Gough.

Mayor Bridge.

M -E -Y.

Leave Riverside Gardens.

Very nice, too.

Jonathan Adam Mayor Bridge.

Oh, at last.

Go on. Tell me he's out on bail for
murder.

ABH. Go on, sounds promising.

One year suspended for two years.

Yeah, go on.

Drunk and disorderly. Drunk driving.
That was both ten years ago. Nothing

Gov, I really have to go.

Yeah, all right. One more. Come on, one
for the road.

Lemon, L Lemon, as in gin and tonic.

Terrence, 41, Eastie Chambers.

Left.

You know, I've never met anyone who
drives so much like me.

It's uncanny.

I wouldn't have imagined you living down
here, Gough.

Well, I'm not crummy enough.

No, but I mean... Well, don't live down
here.

Oh, you mean we're still working? Yeah,
not exactly.

Pull in just over there, will you?

lives here, then?

Jonathan Mayerbridge.

Actual bodily harm, drunken disorderly.

Riverside Gardens.

Hmm.

He's working late?

Doesn't look like a haven for criminals.

Oh, I don't know. A lot of unreturned
library books down here, I bet.

Oh, well.

Take me home, Frank.

Evening, sir. Constable.

What's that?

More rules?

Titching, cleaning, Rota.

What's my name doing up there?

Can you not do alternate Wednesdays?

No, I certainly can't. You can always
substitute.

Here it is, substitution.

As long as you let the house committee
know by the first of each month.

I don't believe this.

Oh, what's that?

Well, someone keeps nicking me food.

They don't, do they?

Let's have a look.

Well, they haven't touched mine, look.

Well, you're a D .I., aren't you?

Bring it up at the next house meeting.

I will.

I need that to go with me milk and all.

Oh, God. Some people.

Oh, dear.

Are you going to be this early every
night?

I thought you might put up some shelves
before you retire.

I do.

I want to retire.

Get away from all this.

Oh, no.

I saw it on the news.

Every half hour.

Watching television is the only thing
they do in this place.

Inspector Floss. It's got to manage for
you.

Oh, don't care. At least they're
married.

Hello.

Hello, darling.

Thank you.

Right, yeah.

See you then.

What's wrong?

Yeah, he said get a good night's sleep.
He's not so bad, is he? Mm -mm.

He, er, he wants me to pick him up in
the morning. What time?

It's bloody thirty!

Is Mr Jonathan Myerbridge at home?

It is Millie, isn't it?

Yeah. Oh, word, how you've grown.

Don't remember me, do you?

Yeah, I do.

Ah. So, still keeping out of trouble?

I suppose you must be, otherwise I would
have heard about it.

Millie was one of... How do you do?

Millie. Millie, there's no need to leave
us. It's perfectly all right.

Jonathan Maybridge.

Detective Sergeant Nash.

Inspector Frost.

Barnabas!

You're running.

He that hasteth with his feet thinneth.

Yes, I'm very familiar with Millie's
unfortunate past.

There are no secrets in that house.

She looks after your children?

Yes, I have three children.

Actually, it's not Millie of Comeabout,
sir.

A young woman was murdered in Denton
yesterday.

Yes, I heard.

A local woman?

Vicky Phillips.

Oh, good God.

I know her. She's a nurse, a
physiotherapist.

Your name and address were found in her
organiser.

Well, yes.

Yes, you would. She treated me after a
fall.

Can I ask you when was the last time you
saw her?

Well, it was winter. It must have been a
year ago. I can find out the date if

necessary.

Only your name and address were found in
her electronic diary that she bought

just six weeks ago.

We found the receipt.

Well, I was curious.

Now, why would she enter those details?

Maybe she thought you were going to fall
over again.

Well, I can only suppose that Miss
Phillips perhaps thought she might see

again one day in the future.

And you had no further contact with the
young woman?

No, none whatsoever.

How many times have you met Vicky
Phillips altogether?

Oh, well, on a dozen occasions no more.

Time enough to get to know someone.

You say that you were friends?

Not friends, no.

No, well, friendly.

Yes, I suppose so.

Did she know you were married?

Well, you know, I've no idea.

And I can't really see that it's
relevant.

Where were you between 12 .15 and 12 .30
yesterday?

I was at the new Union Hall on Eden
Road, where I hold a lunchtime scripture

meeting every Tuesday.

Who else attended this meeting?

Three members of our church.

The butcher up at Holy Grove?

Yes, Mr. Sykes was there. He didn't
leave his shop until 20 past 12.

Well, I can't say exactly what time he
arrived.

I usually prepare my notes in the office
there until we begin at half past.

And who saw you before that?

Gwen Holland, our church secretary.

And the third person?

Betty Gunner, who is blind.

He's lying, but he's very good at it.

I wonder if I could get a search warrant
on suspicion.

Well, maybe not. Listen, what I want you
to do is dig out anything you can find

on Jonathan Mayerbridge. Go right back
to his birth certificate.

I know he's been up before the bench a
couple of times, so get in touch with

Brent, see if there are any press
reports.

What's the story on the living?

Millie Atkinson.

Her mother died and she was taken into
care.

Got caught nicking cigarettes from the
local shop, set her bedroom on fire,

broke the arm of a social worker.

Had to tell the poor woman I couldn't
charge a 12 -year -old.

Jesus, she's looking after his kids.

Yeah.

God, blimey, look at that.

I should have been in the magistrate's
court four and a half minutes ago.

You reckon you can make it?

Don't even know where it is gone.

Bang goes for more taxpayers' money.

She was the one, wasn't she?

I knew her.

Jonathan. I knew her.

It's all gone.

Then there's nothing more I need to
know.

Haven't you got any notes?

No, I don't need any. It's all in here.
Regina versus Smith.

I'll only be ten minutes.

Yeah,

sorry about that. It was the wrong case.

Regina versus Patel.

Hello.

Here's a friend of ours.

That's the butcher up at Holly Grove.

Who's the other bloke?

It's Edward Gull, solicitor.

Member of the Police Community Forum and
General Knowall.

I have found the love of God and a good
woman.

Not another drop will touch my lips.

He was a drinker.

Yeah. I was sliding into an abyss. God
showed me how far a man can fall before

he became my saviour.

She liked the look of his face.

Yeah, I bet she did.

She changed his life.

How did they manage to get into a
national newspaper, then?

Her maiden name was Corley.

No.

Call his water biscuit.

Oh, so she had money.

Very interesting. Thank you, Jane.

Jack, yes.

Mr Mullet would like to see you.

All right, I shall hurtle down there as
soon as I've had my coffee. I've checked

out the financial data from Vicky's
organiser.

There have been ten payments to her
deposit account in the last year. Each

£400 in cash, paid in at different
banks.

Different banks. That is not
uninteresting. For you, sir.

Right, thanks, yes.

Frost.

All right, hold on.

Frank, chamomile tea, lady.

What else did they want to know?

Oh, that was all.

I made it perfectly clear that I no
longer had any association with the

But you must keep nothing from me,
Jonathan.

Oh, I've told you everything.

Very well.

I would say, then, that everything now
depends on Ruth.

Why is that?

Because I can think what you dare not.

If you can't even imagine that Ruth
might have murdered this woman, then you

must be more in love with your wife than
I thought possible.

That's a horrendous idea.

And I pray that you give it no more
thought.

I know that you're innocent, Jonathan.

And I will do everything in my power to
protect you.

We must walk through this fire together.

I saw a light under the door.

I was about to go in when I heard him
talking.

I thought there must be someone with
him.

What was he saying?

It was all in Polish.

Then he started shouting.

I was worried, so I watched him through
the door.

He was bent over in a chair, as if he
was asleep.

Then he took all the letters away and
closed the cabinet.

What happened to him?

I burned him.

What did they say?

They were just letters.

How are you? I'm fine.

I don't know these people.

One, if you did put a match to letters
that were addressed to Vicky, you've

destroyed valuable evidence.

That's a criminal offence, and I can put
you in prison for that.

And two, I don't believe you.

Those letters meant something to Vicky.
They obviously meant something to you,

the way that you were behaving last
night.

You can't protect her, Boris. She's
dead.

Who was it?

The lover?

The lovers?

What was it?

Look, did he sign himself Mr.

Newman? Did he use his real name?

Where did they meet?

You... knew that she was seeing another
man and you couldn't bear it because you

were in love with her.

You tried to dissuade her. That's what
you were doing in the car park,

pretending to start your motor scooter.

Helen saw you from the window.

You know what?

If I had feelings for someone, I could
never destroy anything so precious to

them.

wrote these love... It's perfectly all
right. My wife knows everything.

You wrote these love letters to Miss
Phillips.

Yet when I spoke to you earlier, you
said that you hadn't seen her for a

Well, perhaps a few months.

Whenever it was, it was ended perfectly
amicably.

We were doing wrong. People were being
hurt.

Miss Phillips understood that, and she
was very sensible about it.

So it wasn't you that she arranged to
meet yesterday?

No.

Mr Newman.

Is that what you call yourself?

Sometimes? I don't know a Mr Newman, and
I've no idea what she was doing

yesterday.

When we found Vicky, she was wearing a
gold chain round her neck.

Now, we understand that gold chain was a
gift.

Yes, I did give her a chain.

A long time ago.

You gave her the chain two months ago.

In this letter.

It's not dated, but it's postmarked even
earlier.

Less than a month.

Can you explain that?

Not easily.

That's all right.

I don't mind complicated explanations.

I'm used to them.

From tomorrow, I shall be in York for
two days at a writer's seminar. If you

have any further questions, I'd
appreciate it if you addressed them to

solicitor, Edward Gulland Maitland, who
is also the minister at our church.

I know him.

Was Mr Maybridge at the new Union Hall
between 12 and 12 .30 on Tuesday?

Yes. And how can you be sure?

I saw him. Where?

Through the door.

It's glass.

Oh, right.

Hello, Millie.

I'm collecting the kids.

That's all right. I'll walk a little way
with you.

It was funny, us meeting like that,
wasn't it?

You were waiting for me.

No, I didn't mean just now. I meant
yesterday.

Mr Frost, things here are going really
well. I don't want nothing to spoil it.

But Mr Maybridge knows all about you.

I mean, now that everything's out in the
open, there's nothing left to be afraid

of, is there?

Do you know why I came round the house
yesterday?

Vicky Phillips.

Mr. Maybridge brought me into his study
just after you left yesterday.

I was all in tears because I thought
that you'd told him something new.

Millie, really, as if I would.

I don't know. I wasn't thinking.

They were both in there, him and his
wife.

And he told me that him and Vicky had
been secret friends for a couple of

Yeah.

And that I would hear all sorts of lies.

Not from me, love. Not from me.

How did his wife react to this
revelation?

She's always the same. She don't get
upset.

How did you get to meet the Mayor
Bridges?

I was outfit shoplifting and one of the
solicitors was a friend of theirs, Mr

Gull. He was good to me. He got me this
job.

Do you live in, do you? Yeah.

I've got my own bathroom.

Oh, that's nice.

This is Mr Gull.

Do you see him anymore?

Yeah, he often comes to the house.

Gets on really well with Jonathan.

I see.

How does he get on with Mrs Maybridge?
With Ruth?

Well, they're friendly.

It's Jonathan he comes to see, though.

What does he come to see him about?

I don't know.

They're writing some religious book
together. All right.

Mr Sykes?

Miss Holland, Jonathan Mayerbridge,
Billy Atkinson all told us exactly what

told them to say.

The truth.

That's what I would expect of any one of
my clients.

Yes, of course.

Does help to massage it a bit, though,
doesn't it?

What are you thinking of in particular?

Gwen Holland.

She told us that she saw Jonathan
Mayerbridge through a pebbled glass door

.30.

Perhaps you told her to say that he was
in the office from 12 o 'clock.

I'm certain that she told you the truth.

Of course.

She's terrified of you, though, isn't
she?

Nonsense.

You know you should be very careful when
you make allegations that you can't

substantiate.

Are you going to bring charges against
my client?

Which one?

Jonathan Mayerbridge.

Oh, I don't know. It's early days.

Things will reveal themselves.

Well, let's hope that they do.

You represented Jonathan Mayerbridge
when he was accused of actual bodily

didn't you?

Jonathan apprehended a youth who was
running from the scene of a crime.

A woman in her 80s had been beaten
unconscious, her teeth broken.

Jonathan took hold of the youth who
struggled and accidentally gave himself

small bruise on the cheek.

But we all know how fallible the law is.

Goodbye, Inspector.

Goodbye.

You look absolutely knackered, if you
don't mind me saying so.

I was stuck in a car on West Gardens
till four this morning. Go on. Got a tip

-off. How about you? Me?

Four o 'clock this morning, I was in
bed.

Vicky Phillips?

Right, how far have we got with our case
then, Frank?

Nowhere. There you are. That's a fair
assessment.

The prime suspect is a religious author
from Riverside Gardens with a conviction

for ABH.

However, he got it by protecting an old
-age pension.

So, public enemy number one turns out to
be the local hero. So, no, we are not

doing brilliantly at all. Oh, dear.

My great -grandfather built the house.

He actually laid the brick.

We were taught self -reliance from an
early age.

You and your husband are not employed.

What a strange thing to say.

Of course we are. I work for various
charities, and Jonathan is an author.

Do you ever join your husband on any of
his book beaners?

He prefers to go alone.

Why do you ask?

Well, it's just that he's managed to
keep Vicky Phillips a secret from you

over a year. I wonder what else he
managed to conceal.

Have you ever read any of Jonathan's
books?

No. I'm sure they're too specialised for
me.

Not at all. They're written for the
common man.

Jonathan has an integrity that is absent
in most of the people we'll meet

nowadays. He has a great moral strength.

Is that why he can have an affair with a
nurse?

I can't deny that I feel an immense
relief now that she's gone.

Someone's answered your prayers then,
have they?

I believe that everything turns out for
the best in the long run.

Do you?

Getting stabbed in a car park is hardly
the best thing that could have happened

to Vicky, is it?

Who are we to say?

So, when did you go out then, Millie, on
Tuesday morning?

Er, twelve.

We went up to the playground just behind
the carpet warehouse place.

You and who else?

Me and Mrs Maybridge.

We were there until the quarter to one.

And who told you about the murder?

It was on the news.

Two o 'clock.

It didn't go out in the bulletin until
four.

Can't you radio?

And what time did Mr Maybridge leave for
the church?

Couldn't say.

Well, he always tells you when he leaves
the house.

It's a bit odd he didn't tell you, isn't
it?

He doesn't always tell me.

He said he told you.

Well, I didn't hear nothing.

Might have had my radio on.

OK.

It's Mayor Bridge, but I haven't got any
evidence.

Mayor Bridge was in the new Union Hall
when the murder was committed.

That's how I'm led to understand. Where
did you get that from, Mr Gull?

You may or may not know that Edward
Gull, apart from being a solicitor and a

minister of religion, is also an
outspoken member of the Police Community

Dear, oh dear, oh dear, what a busy man.

If Gull chooses to bring a complaint,
it'll stick, and you'll be off the case.

And what, may I ask, has Mr Gull got to
complain about? You've been parking your

car outside the Mayorbridge house at
night. Yes, dedication to my job.

What I'd really like to do is to give
his house a good going over, but I'd

a search warrant for that.

You'll need something very substantial
before a warrant is authorised.

Gull also said that you'd be making
slanderous statements about his clients.

Look, Gull is fixing Mayor Bridge's
alibi. Can you prove that?

Be careful, Jack.

Edward Gull could make trouble.

Just because Gull has appeared on Radio
4's fault for the day doesn't mean to

say we've got to take any notice of him.

What about the call from emergency
services?

Well, forensic are trying to clean up
the recording. As soon as we get a

recognisable voice, we could put out an
appeal on television.

I think it would be very useful if you
could do that for us, sir.

You know, appeal to the mystery caller
to come forward.

Yeah, that's a pretty good idea.

Appeal for witness.

Right, now, change of subject.

Have you heard about our ram raiders?

I'm sure I haven't, but what have they
done now?

Landwix was broken into last night.

Landwix? Old Landwix?

What did they get away with? Half a ton
of ladies' corsets? The security guard

tackled the gang. He's now in intensive
care.

Catching this ram -raided gang is our
top priority.

I've been called in to see County this
afternoon.

So, as there are no new leads on the
Phillips case, I want you to help DCI

Peters full -time.

Do you understand me?

Exactly. It's exactly like the others.

Japanese four -wheeled four -villains.

Where are they now?

It takes just 50 seconds and all you've
got left are coat hands.

The vehicle used in this raid belongs to
Dave Smethurst. He claims it was

nicked. He's got two previous
convictions for handling stolen goods.

Had to return the vehicle to him. Big
Dave?

I thought he was in the clear.

We've had information that Smethurst was
away from his home on each night that a

raid took place.

I want him watched.

24 hours.

Mind the carpet.

It comes a bit loose as you turn the
corner. You could always look from

downstairs, love.

Well, you can see much more from up
here.

Number 42.

Curtains are drawn, can you see?

Big Dave's there now, is he?

Sleeping.

Hall light switches on at 9pm. At 11 he
leaves the house and he gets back at

3am. What's that, every night, is it?

Most nights. I've written it all down.

Does anyone visit the house?

No, never.

At least not while you're watching.

Well, that's all the time, love.

I mean, we've these break -ins every
week and I feel vulnerable on my own.

Of course.

Oh, I see you like music.

Oh!

It's my daughter's room.

We don't get on. She's always round to
boyfriends.

Are you going to read me my

right?

Just a couple of things, sir. You were
down for the kitchen yesterday and I

couldn't help noticing. It wasn't done.

Right. It didn't matter too much because
we can always reschedule.

And the other thing?

We've, um, got a mouse there.

Well, I'm not feeding it. It's been seen
outside your door. And we were

wondering whether you were keeping food
in your room.

As it happens, I do keep biscuits in my
room because they wouldn't last five

minutes in here.

Security.

That's what you want to put your mind
to.

Anyway, I'd love to stay and talk, but
I've got to be in church in ten minutes.

We are not to be brought into the
kingdom of God by sheer terror.

Those who describe the horrors that
await the unbeliever do a disservice to

all.

For what use is a convert who has not
willingly embraced Jesus Christ?

who has not asked forgiveness of God.

If we have a duty, it is to reveal to
the unbeliever what they are forgoing,

wonder of God's love which is there for
every man, woman and child.

Finally, let us not forget the love we
must give one another.

Today we extend our love to the young
woman in our community whose life was

short so brutally, Victoria Phillips.

beautiful young woman in the prime of
life why God

chose her

That wasn't very nice.

Oh.

Is that what we came here for?

I think we put the wind up them.

Well, it's hardly worth the eye of the
time.

Listen, Gov, would you like to meet my
wife?

Not now, eh? I've had enough excitement
for one day.

Go if you, by the way.

What would you ask?

Because it's a friendly thing to do.
Because I work with you.

Well, pretty bad, actually. She says she
can't wait to get out of this place.

Oh, well, that's the Denton detail, that
is.

The first six years are the same for
everyone.

Look at that, a Mr Free pizza.

It's expired.

Well, then, don't smile.

Bloody right I won't.

So are we off this murder, then, or
what?

No, not at all.

We're the elite, Frank. We can do two
jobs at once.

I bet Carol was delighted when she
discovered that you were going to spend

time in the bedroom with me than with
her. Yeah, she was beside herself.

Yeah, well, she'll have to be, cos
there's no -one else.

At least I hope.

I bet this will turn out to be a
complete and utter waste of time. Why

you tell Mullet that? Because this is
Mullet's brainwave.

Well, at least it is until nothing
happens and the whole thing will be my

idea.

Hello. I see the neighbours are up.

Now, what's he doing?

Oh, dear.

I must give up this filthy habit.

Oh, that feels empty.

Perhaps I'm hungry.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I definitely look
hungry.

I think I'll go off and make myself some
haute cuisine.

You know, steak pie, chips and mushy
peas.

Good night.

Knock, knock.

Oh, I can hardly see a thing.

Yeah, let me... Oh!

Thank you, Frank.

Very nice.

Lovely.

Well, I'll be downstairs.

If you need anything.

Right.

Thank you, Frank.

What the hell are we doing here?

Gypsy cream.

You know, it strikes me as odd that no
one around here remembers her, an

attractive young woman like that.

I couldn't say.

Why, because you've been told not to?

You look very pally with Edward Gull.

He's my solicitor.

What was so important that you had to
bend his ear on the courthouse steps, I

wonder?

That's my own business.

I don't know this part of Denton at all,
you know.

We abide by the law in Holygrove. Oh,
yeah?

I'm looking for somewhere to live.

Do you think I'd like it round here?

I really couldn't say.

Did you see Jonathan Mayerbridge at any
time here in Holygrove on Tuesday?

I did not.

Did you leave the shop?

At any time, a Tuesday morning.

Only afterwards.

When I came back from church.

I went to my home for a few minutes.

Oh, yes. Where's that? Upstairs?

No, I don't use my room here.

I have a house opposite.

You went to call Jonathan Mayerbridge.

What? Did I?

I really cannot remember who I called.

Oh, no.

That's Jonathan Mayer. One minute, 20
seconds. I've checked.

I cannot recall.

Oh, well. Must push on.

No rest for the wicked.

I'll tell you one thing.

I'll have half a pound of them sausages.

How did you get in here?

Miss Phillips' keys.

I see you've tidied the place up,
changed the sheets.

I said that Jonathan could use these
rooms.

I never saw the young woman come in
here.

See no evil, hear no evil, eh?

Who were you phoning just now from your
place?

Was it Edward Gull to ask him what you
should do?

Mr Maybridge is here with his solicitor.
Oh, wonderful.

Is the jungle room empty? It's free. All
right, put him in there. I'll be with

you in a minute. Right.

Frank, give Mr Sykes a five -minute
break so he can stretch his legs and

in the main interview room, will you?

Mr Maybridge feels there have been
misunderstandings in the three

conducted with him.

My client has prepared a statement...

which describes in detail his
relationship with Miss Phillips.

I trust this will end the needless
intrusion into his private affairs.

In detail?

Not much for two years of being in love,
is it?

It wasn't love.

Well, £400 a month is a bit steep for
someone you didn't love.

I see that your client hasn't informed
you.

Well, this is the £400 a month in used
notes paid into the young woman's bank

account every month.

Mr. Bearbridge, was Vicky blackmailing
you? No.

I simply wanted to reward her.

And did your wife know about this, large
yet?

My wife has no knowledge of this.

Inspector, I think it would be
propitious for my client and I to

matter further before helping you with
your inquiries.

Fine. We have no reason to keep you here
any longer.

But just before you do run away, can you
tell me why you closed that account

last month?

Because the relationship had come to an
end.

Oh, I see.

So Vicky was bonking someone else on
Tuesday. She didn't waste much time.

right, it couldn't have been love.

Mr Mayerbridge, you and Vicky used to
meet regularly in a room above Mr Sykes'

shop. Can you tell me the last time you
arranged to meet her there?

It must have been some time ago.

It's a direct question. Give me a date.

My client doesn't remember.

Does he decide everything for you?

Oh, Mr. Gull, would you like to join us
next door? We're going to interview Mr.

Sykes. I'll send someone from my office.

Mr. Gull has left.

Yes, I'm sorry. He had to go.

I don't want anyone else.

Well, we don't need anyone else.

Would you like a cup of tea?

He's left me.

Man that is in honour and understandeth
not is like the beast that perish.

What's that, the Bible?

Or Shakespeare?

I see you've cut your fingers.

There they were.

Together all those days.

Directly above my head.

Taking me for a poor fool.

How did you find out?

I heard her laughing.

At me, I expect.

I saw her leave.

Then a few minutes later, Jonathan left.

I went upstairs.

All those months he was reduced to this.

I thought of killing him at first.

I couldn't get the idea out of my mind.
I thought he should be punished for what

he'd done.

Yes.

She was to blame, wasn't she?

You knew what time she arrived.

You knew she was arrived on a Tuesday.

So you waited for her car.

Who?

Vicky.

Vicki Phillips?

Is that how it happened?

You just popped out of your shop for a
couple of minutes?

Just to drop more blood on your apron?

You've been into the room, haven't you?

You can still smell her perfume.

Morning, Jack.

Well, morning.

Are we close to getting a statement from
Sykes?

No. He's still rambling and confused.

Forensic haven't been able to turn up
any matching blood.

None of his knives match the murder
weapon.

We've got nothing on him.

We've got to let him go.

But he was able to describe the injuries
in considerable detail.

Well, so were half a dozen of our so
-called newspapers.

For which one of our number will receive
a nice little backhander.

Sounds worse than it did before. Is she
saying she's been assaulted or she's

being assaulted?

Well, the lab said it's being.

Yeah, well, I don't know.

What with all that racket, someone must
have seen her making that call.

How do you know Mr.

Mayerbridge was in the New Union Hall at
12 o 'clock, Miss Hollins, if you

didn't get there till quarter past or
later?

Because he always is.

He's very particular about things,
timekeeping.

What about the man behind the door?

You said there was someone else in the
church. You saw about what? Half past

twelve. I didn't find out.

Oh, I see.

All right.

And was Mr Sykes with you then? No, he
arrived at exactly half past.

I see.

No, please. Thank you.

G.

G Holland. What's the G stand for?

Gwendolyn. Gwendolyn.

Very attractive name, Gwendolyn.

What exactly do you do here, Gwendolyn?

I give people mortgage advice.

Mortgages? Do you really?

I used to have one of those.

Mortgage. I used to have a house.

You know, three -peat suite, two -bed.

Suitcase above the wardrobe.

All went up in flames.

It's all right. No one was hurt.

I live in an institution now, along with
all the other inmates.

Much to my super's insistence, he said
that he wouldn't let me sleep in the

cells anymore because it was lowering
the tone.

Anyway, you made a statement to my
detective sergeant about the meeting

in the new Union Hall on Tuesday.

Do you want to amend that statement?

Do I need to?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

It's just that we put off submitting
these things in case someone remembers

something or someone gets confused.

We are human, you know.

I saw Jonathan Mayerbridge at 12 .15
exactly.

Maybe you weren't there at all.

Your manager said that you rushed out of
here on Tuesday.

Why, were you late?

No.

I left my bag behind. I had to come and
pick it up, that's all.

And how late did that make you?

Sorry, I couldn't help noticing that...
Do you never wear a watch?

No.

My last one got broken. I just never
replaced it.

Only there's no clock in the new Union
Hall.

So how would you know it was exactly 12
.15 when you supposedly saw Jonathan

Mayerbridge?

You like Jonathan, don't you?

Yes.

Well, he's a very good -looking man.

He's a very good man.

Yes, everybody says so.

So, what's the truth about him and
Vicky?

They were madly in love.

Then you were the alibi, should anyone
ask,

when he was supposedly up at the new
Union Hall preparing

his notes.

He confided in me.

What about Edward Gull? Did he know?

He must have.

He knows everything, doesn't he, Gwen?

Yeah.

And what about you?

Are you madly in love with Jonathan
Mayerbridge?

Someone's going to see you like that.
Put the curtain rails up then.

What time are you back?

Dawn.

Good evening and welcome to 3D.

You can go out, you know. We don't have
a baby.

I've noticed that. I'm not likely to
have one either.

Anyway, who would want to raise a family
when it's done?

Uh -oh.

Here comes the lecture.

We've been here seven days. Ah, no.

I scratch them on the bedroom walls.

Look, I thought coming out to the sticks
to live would be a load of fun. They

have a few trees to look at. You'd be in
before 11 every night. But it ain't

going to be like that, is it?

If I'm going to be on my own, I'd rather
be in London.

I tell you, Denton, Frank... I haven't
got time to argue with you!

Exactly.

Don't bother waiting up.

There she goes.

Bloody hell, Mrs C, you're going to give
me a heart attack.

Where is she?

There's a new one.

There's always a new one with him. He
likes novelty.

Sometimes they leave the curtains open.

Why don't you get a television like
everyone else?

I like this.

Real life.

You...

Always work in twos, do you, on these
jobs?

Oh, yes, yes, yeah, that's right, yes,
always.

Well,

I'll leave you to it. Yeah, thanks.

Oh, you know where I am? Yes. If you
need me. Yeah, OK, thanks.

Don't you ever leave me alone with her
again. What's up?

Don't you trust yourself?

We don't need a warrant.

Oh, no.

Rubbish, Frank.

It's in the public domain.

Right, here we are.

What are you doing, Gav?

The call is to self -knowledge, which is
a painful process we naturally shrink

from.

Oh, yes. It is the prophecies of Isaiah,
throbbing with expectancy.

The works of a great writer, eh?

Now, whatever you do, don't get excited.

Six -inch narrow blade.

I think they lost the last one, Garth.

This is a very special moment, Frank.

Hallelujah.

For what we are about to receive, may
the Lord make us truly thankful.

Matthew, elbows.

On the 19th of this month, you purchased
a kitchen knife from Abbott's in

Knighton Lane.

Yes. One of our knives was missing. I
replaced it.

Did you ever find out what happened to
this missing knife?

Well, at first I thought it must have
been accidentally thrown out with the

rubbish.

Then what did you think?

I thought Millie may have taken it.

She's still unable to ask for everything
she wants.

And what would she want with one of your
knives?

I have no idea.

Do you know what I keep asking myself?

Keep asking.

How would you notice that a kitchen
knife was missing?

You don't cook.

If you're going to continue, I would
like my solicitor to be present.

You've got a call, will you?

This interview is suspended at 14 .02.

That's interesting, Frank.

Jonathan?

Jonathan?

Mr. Gull?

Are you not working today?

I'm unwell.

What do you want?

I've got some bad news, I'm afraid.

A member of your church has just killed
himself.

That was a nasty moment just now, wasn't
it?

You thought I was talking about
Jonathan.

Sticking your neck out a bit, aren't
you?

You and your good reputation.

Is he worth it, is he?

I've been watching you and Mayor Bridge.

I think that you're unnaturally fond of
him.

He was falling in love with Vicky,
wasn't he? You couldn't bear that.

You were jealous. That's about the truth
of it, isn't it?

You oaf.

You can't get anywhere with this case,
and rather than admit that, you want it

taken away from you. Well, I'll be most
happy to oblige.

You'd better get dressed.

Jonathan Mayerbridge is in custody.

He wants to see you.

I did not murder Vicky Phillips.

But I did see her at Hollygrove.

She had begged to see me again. She
wrote letters, which I destroyed. She

telephoned me.

And I agreed to see her once more.

You agreed a time?

It was to be before the scripture
meeting.

I parked.

some distance from holly grove i didn't
want sight mr sykes to see me or

my car and when i arrived her car was
the only one there

what time was this it was about 20

past 12.

i was going to be late for the meeting
but i wanted to deal with this there and

then i wanted to get it over with

I don't know exactly what time I saw the
body.

I panicked and I ran.

I wish to see Mr. Frost.

Well, if you'd like to wait, someone
will help you as soon as possible.

Now!

Did you murder Vicky Phillips?

Say yes, if you mean yes.

Otherwise, say you did not.

Do you wish to make a statement?

She deserved it. You don't have to say
anything more.

But you do want to say more, don't you,
Ruth?

Hadn't she been a thorn in your side?

Everything would have been perfect if
she just wasn't there.

Yes.

I'd like to request some time alone with
my client.

Ruining people's lives.

What did you do with the knife?

I disposed of it.

Whereabouts?

Your clothes would have been covered in
blood. Where did you dispose of them?

I think I... You were in the playing
field with Millie between 12 .15 and 1 o

'clock.

Of course.

My client wishes to retract her
statement.

Do you wish to retract your statement?

No.

Now go and check her story with Millie,
will you? Right, Carl.

Would you purge yourself to protect
them?

I don't know what that means.

Would you tell a lie to protect Mr and
Mrs Mayerbridge?

I still don't know what you mean.

You said you were with Ruth Mayerbridge
when the murder was committed.

I didn't know what you were going to ask
me.

Yeah, I was with her. I know the times
exactly.

I get the time checks off my radio.

Please leave me alone.

Ruth Mayerbridge.

I'm not going to charge you with wasting
my time.

You came in here out of desperation to
defend your husband, who I also am not

going to charge. Sit down.

But if you'd all helped with this
investigation at the outset, your

Sykes, would still be alive.

Of course, it could still be her.

Who's that?

Ruth Mayerbridge.

Oh.

I'm... Her only alibi is the living,
right? Who'd say anything, wouldn't she?

Keep everything sweet.

I mean, I've seen someone do a fake
confession like that before. It's

It's like they're trying to take the
blame.

What is fake?

She did it for love.

I don't see how you can know that, Cuff.

Experience.

The balloon's up.

Let's go.

Come on, come on!

Alright, come on. Let's go, don't lose
him.

Have a good time, shall we?

On the ground!

Now! Get down!

No!

Don't you f***ing move.

We could have done with some firearms
out there. All right, don't gloat.

Could have been very different. Anyway,
Mullet's not going to make you a D .I.

on the strength of recovering three
lawnmowers and a shed full of Victorian

garden furniture. He's not our Ram
Raider, is he? Excuse me? He had 40

that f***ing shed.

Well, that's 40 crimes solved in one
night. That's quite a clear -up rate.

Computer's going to notice us next
month, Jack.

True. Are you fine?

You've seen me drinking before.

In the park.

This is where I want to be.

I love Vicky.

More than you love me?

More than your children?

Different, different, different.

She doesn't pity me.

Will you please go and lie down?

On my bed or your bed?

How dare you say such a thing?

It's not even dark.

You think I killed her, don't you?

Whatever happened, I would forgive you.

Now, listen to this.

This is news from Forensics.

Where's the woman?

It's county radio.

Well? It was being broadcast when the
woman called in.

Gov, it's her radio.

We're a... a couple of fools, aren't we,
Millie?

Are we?

Oh, yes.

It was Mr. Gull, wasn't it?

He was the one who told you to say that
you were with Ruth up in the playground.

He gave you the perfect alibi.

Yeah?

And after you'd done it, you telephoned
the police from the car

park.

You switched your radio on so that we
wouldn't be able to hear your voice

properly.

Why did you do it, Millie?

Was it because you fancied him?

It wasn't that.

Jonathan was going to leave.

He was going to shack up with her.

How do you know that?

Because I listen.

Stupid car.

She thought she could take him away from
us.

He's family.

She wanted to buy a flat with him.

I used to talk about it on the phone.

And you thought you'd have to find
somewhere new.

But it's good she's gone.

Jonathan doesn't know that yet.

No.

I expect he'll come to realise it.

In time.

Is that what you were wearing?

The knife's in there as well.

What?

I'll take care of everything.

Matthew's birthday.

I'll just leave it here.

A bit crowded, isn't it, son?

I suppose you've just dumped all this on
here, have you?

No. I'm turning over a new leaf.

I'm shoving all mine in my drawers.

Seventeen.

Millie will be the same age as Mayor
Bridge when she gets up.

But she'll still be just a kid.

You know, she asked me if I could get
her a cell to herself.

I said they only give those to people
who've been very, very bad.

I hope they look after her.

Who's that guy?

I thought you should be the first to
know.

You're having a baby.

I'm going to leave the force.

Bit quick, isn't it?

Yeah, well, it's not going to work.

If I stay, I'm going to lose my wife.

Oh, well, you don't want to do that.

No.

You know, she misses her family and
stuff.

Yeah.

I got a good future, son.

Not without her, Ivan, Gav.

I would never have given it up.

Well, with respect, sir, you and I are
very different.

Yes.

Yeah, I expect you're right.

So, er... I'll tell Mr Mallet in the
morning.

You've got the makings of a very good
copper.

Do you want a lift?

No.

I've got my expenses to do.

I'll see you in the morning, then.

Yes.

Eight o 'clock.

On the dock.