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Sorry, I didn't realize anyone was
there.

How long since your last... I'm going to
kill someone.

I didn't hear that.

I haven't got a choice.

Killing's the only way.

I suppose crazy thoughts flashed through
most of our minds at some point in our

lives.

We don't mean them.

And the sooner we put them out of our
heads, the better. No choice.

I told you.

Pray for me, Father.

Salva, pray for me.

Be a goddess.

I... I don't think you mean that.

To take another's life is the gravest of
morals.

Don't just leave the bloody thing there!

Hey, Kirsten. What's the good, lad?

You won't be doing any more damage to my
malt whiskeys. That's true.

I'm on a limited offer myself.

You're fitter than I am.

That was never saying very much, Jack,
even 15 years ago.

Inspector Frost, I thought I saw you.

Yes.

Rosalie Martin.

Rosalie Martin, of course.

My husband's buried here. I was just
putting some new flowers on his grave.

So, Chief Superintendent Fairclough.

Ex -Chief Superintendent.

Hello.

I meant what I said.

Sorry? Getting in touch.

Oh.

I thought perhaps you'd like to come to
dinner.

Um, well, that would be very nice. Why
not?

Next Friday?

Uh, um, Friday.

Yes, thank you. That'd be very nice.

Right, bye.

Yes, thank you again. Bye. I might have
got the wrong end of the stick, but I

thought you were shacked up with a
certain kitty if I remember.

I'm only staying there, aren't I? Oh,
pardon me. It's an easy mistake to make.

No, it's just that I met this, um, you
know, this Rosalie Martins. I was

on a case and, um, you know, I met her
and she came into the... stationed to

thank me, and she, you know, she brought
in a cake.

It takes a lot for a woman to bake a
cake these days.

A week late with Bristol Computers
parked.

Don't look at me.

I'm not.

But I am looking at you to get down to
Bristol, take Jerry Ryan out for a meal

and keep on the right side of him. I
can't just drop everything. Monday. This

afternoon, James.

This isn't the time to put our best
customers back up. Whatever you've got

the business comes first. Come on, Alec.
I'll tell him you're on your way.

Well, Richard.

I'm sorry, I completely forgot.

Well, if another time... No, I can find
half an hour. Come inside.

You're finished here, Sheridan.

And you won't just be out of a job.

I'm going to hit you so hard that pretty
face will be marked for life.

A good holiday, Jack?

Good holiday?

I never want to see another jug of
fangria for the rest of my life.

Mullet's been on the ball during my
absence, hasn't he?

Memo on the amount of soap being used in
the washrooms.

That's Hornrim Harry's delicate way of
referring to the car, see?

Well, if there is a Mr Big smuggling it
out, it ain't me.

So, stick there.

Oh, he'd never suspect you of nicking
toast.

You're not taking the washroom, I hope,
out of a superior officer, ex -Sergeant

Toulon. B .I .D.? Mm -hmm.

Can I take... Ah, it's a Rosalie Martin,
Jack. Can you have your phone number?

Is that the Rosalie Martin? Yes, yes,
yes.

Go on, isn't it your shout for the tea?

Hello?

Yes, it's me, yes.

Now, I'm sorry about that.

Yes, it was my fault. I forgot.

My number is... Nothing else you're
saying, sir? Will you get the bloody

Look, I'm sorry, I just don't know what
the... Why don't you change your mind

now, sweetheart?

He knows!

Well, of course he knows.

Jack!

E viva España!

Sangria!

Are you going to get this, Chinese?

I asked you to go half an hour ago.

You weren't watching that.

I'm on my way.

Are you going to tell me what's wrong?

There's nothing wrong.

You've hardly spoken since you came in.

You haven't heard a word I've said!

What do you want, a meal or an argument?
I can't do both. Oh, we'll eat!

First...

Hello?

Get stuffed, sweetheart.

You know what I want. And you know what
happens if I don't get it.

After the break, tonight's late movie is
Gunfight at the O .K. Corral. Good

night.

I'm going to have an early night.

Yeah, OK, right then.

When I finish this, I'm going to start
and watch the film, mate.

Right.

Just don't wake me up.

OK.

I never called.

The thing is, Kitty, I've... Well, I've
got to go back to the flat tomorrow.

Sort things out, you know?

You know the rules.

You do what you like, when you like.

Just one request.

No.

Video the film.

You got time for coffee?

No, thanks. George Toulon's waiting.

I've got more than two cups.

Yeah, I know, but you know how it is.

You start doing that, the next thing you
know, they'll want the odd weekend off.

All the cars in all the world, you had
to bump into mine.

And that's the worst Peter Lorre
impression I've ever heard.

Bogart.

I am Bogart.

If you need me, just whistle.

Oh, dear.

Probable cause of death.

Yeah, well, she's got a white foam in
her mouth, so she drowned.

Rough guess as to the time. Couldn't
have been all that long, could it?

Body hasn't blown up.

Rigor mortis wearing off, is it? Any
chance of you getting on with your job,

Inspector, and leaving me to get on with
mine?

Yeah, all right.

Noticed her hand.

Very expensive training and many years'
experience leave me to hazard the

opinion that she has one attached to
each arm.

Really?

Go on.

Carry on.

Oh, well, come on, Lord.

Just here, sir.

It's the same material as her dress.

This is probably where she jumped.

Well, photograph it, bag it, and see if
forensic can make a match.

No doubt of that.

There won't be many of what she's
wearing in Denton.

You couldn't afford one, sir, even on an
inspector's salary.

Really?

I'll have you know that this jacket...

was handmade in Savile Row.

Not for me, I must admit, but it was
handmade.

The car belongs to the Mrs. Jeanette
Barr.

Date of birth is the 15th of the 4th,
64.

She's the right age.

Yeah.

She's got the right clothes to go with
the right car and all that.

She wasn't attacked?

Doesn't look like it.

I wonder how poor she was, does it, sir?

No, it doesn't, but I'll soon find out.

Suicide.

Possibility. I'll tell you one thing.

She didn't come for a swim.

No towel.

Next to Ken.

Yeah, her husband.

Mr. James Barth.

Uniformer trying to get hold of him.

with a Mercedes.

Very nice suit.

To run out of washing up liquid.

Well, given the circumstances of Mickey
Bar's death and the fact that Mr. Bar

seems to be missing, I think we've got
no alternative.

Jack, Jack, Jack.

What? Uniform has spoken to the
neighbours. He was here this morning.

have to do that.

Yeah.

You are not that kind of doing in my
house.

We're police officers, Mr.

Barth. Denton CID.

We have been trying to contact you.

Where's my wife?

Can you think of any reason why your
wife might have wanted to take her own

life?

Well, she wasn't beyond a crazy gesture.
She took an overdose once.

After a row.

Wasn't enough to... No. Just to wait.

And the answer's no.

Look, it's probably not the way you do
these things, but I need a drink.

Yeah, all right.

Thank

you,

George.

So, what time did you get in?

Midnight, half past.

I've been drinking.

Popped? Popped?

Popped.

I did a lot of walking around, trying to
think.

What are you going to find out sometime?

Jeanette was seeing this bloke.

Hmm.

And you thought that she was with him?

We'll see.

When did you see her last?

Uh, yesterday morning, nine o 'clock.

I was off to work.

We didn't really speak.

She seemed, um, all right.

I mean, we weren't exactly asking after
each other's health.

You were working all day on Saturday.

Yeah, we were going through a bit of a
hectic period, all hands on deck.

So when you came home and found she
wasn't there, weren't you worried that

something might be wrong?

No.

Why should it?

She couldn't stop telling me how happy
she was about the new man in her life,

that she was going to leave me.

Why would I think that she was going to
go out and kill us?

This man, do you know who he is?

Richard Sheridan. He's a designer doing
some work for us.

And did she say that she would be
staying the night with him?

No.

She must have been.

Maybe he dumped her.

I told you Jeanette was capable of some
pretty daft stunts if she couldn't get

her own way.

She's hardly likely to go and jump off a
bridge just to seek attention, though,

is she?

Look, it doesn't make any sense to me
either. I've told you that.

There's not much more.

I don't know what she'd been doing,
where she'd been.

The last few weeks, the only
conversation's been a couple of

about Sheridan and money.

Doesn't seem important, no?

Right.

I assume you'll be staying at home.

If you intend leaving Denton, you will
inform us, won't you?

You see, we've met before, Mr Barr.

I don't know how to tell you this.

But you'll recognise me eventually.

Better now.

I was one of the investigating officers
ten years ago when your first wife,

Harriet, was killed.

So, anyway, there was a break -in at the
bar's house. They lived at Shetley

then. Mm -hmm.

There was a vicious little sod by the
name of Michael King.

Mm -hmm. There was a bit of a... Left
here.

Mm -hmm.

Anyway, he was a bit of a panicker.

He thought the house was empty, but lo
and behold, Missy Bar Number One comes

out of the bedroom. Mm -hmm. So she ends
up with three broken ribs and a

ruptured spleen.

Did he go down for it? Yeah, well, he's
still inside now.

His mother's still running a campaign to
prove he was innocent.

Any doubts at the time? No, not really.

But you didn't like James Bath?

No, well, he didn't lose much sleep
then.

He doesn't seem to be much different
now, does he?

Did Mrs Barr show any signs of
depression at all? No, she was never a

for that.

Jackie, come on.

Wait, Jackie.

Jackie, please listen to me.

I won't be interrupting again,
Inspector.

Jackie, please.

Wasn't there another way? We don't
investigate people's death by

sir. Now, did you see Mrs Barr
yesterday?

No, no, I hadn't seen her.

Jackie, please.

Please listen. Before you go, Mrs
Sheridan, could you tell me what time

husband was here last night? Look, apart
from going out for half an hour for a

Chinese takeaway... But you don't expect
me to lie for you as well?

I don't know how long he was out. At
least two hours!

Jackie! Look, I was here!

Jackie!

Jackie, come on.

Surely you've got bloody pelvis. You
were screwing Jeanette Burr. Why should

help you?

Jackie, now look, listen to me. It was a
mistake.

Why did you do this?

Jeanette jumps in the river and my own
brother thinks I must have pushed her.

I'm not saying that.

Look, we're all in shock, James.

Well, Inspector Frost isn't.

And he's looking at me like I must be
guilty of something.

Nonsense.

No one is accusing you of anything. She
killed herself.

That's what the police told you.

When I heard the news, I thought you
were still in Bristol.

Will you shut up about Bristol?

I didn't go. I wasn't there.

She'd, um... She just told me that she
was screwing that bastard

Sheridan.

Whatever happened, whatever made her...
It's not your fault.

You should have told me about Sheridan
straight away.

James, you are telling me everything
now.

Father. I'm Alec Barr, James's brother.
I'd hoped he wasn't involved.

When someone drowns, especially in a
filthy river like that, you expect to

them grasping mud, weeds and so on,
anything from the river.

Inadvertent action in the death throes.

Now, lack of it doesn't mean anything in
itself, but she had been in the mud on

the riverbed.

Not even dirty fingernails.

Oh, really?

No question she drowned, but I noticed a
particularly distinct smell from the

water in the lungs and stomach.

Forensic will give us the analysis, but
it's a highly perfumed foam of some

kind. Bubble bath, bath oil, a great
deal sweeter than river water.

I imagine she died in the bath.

Oh, my God, it only believed that your
son died and rose to life.

Pray for our sister Jeanette, who has
died in Christ.

Pray for her at the last day to share in
the glory of the risen Christ, who

lives and reigns with you, the Holy
Spirit, one God, forever and ever.

Amen.

Well,

you weren't exactly doing the
housekeeping.

Gina had a row with the cleaner, told
her to sod off.

So what if the bedroom's in a date?

What about all the new clothes that have
been ripped up?

And the photograph you and your wife
smashed?

I thought the cows had been out spending
my money again, so I pulled them up.

And the mirror?

Was Mrs. Barr there while you were
having this violence spree?

I didn't see her all day, I told you
that.

Well, it's obvious your house hasn't
been cleaned for a long period.

Weeks.

Our marriage was breaking up.

It does seem rather odd, though, doesn't
it?

That the one room in the house that was
cleaned very thoroughly, very recently,

was the en -suite bathroom.

She wasn't incapable of wiping the bath.

I see.

Well, a preliminary examination of a
bottle of bubble bath found in there

matches the contents of your wife's
stomach and lungs.

She was drowned.

But not in the river.

She drove there.

No, no.

Somebody drove her there.

She was dried and she was dressed and
she was driven to the river.

The killer wanted to make it look like
suicide, but the bruises left by his

hands, where he pushed her head under
the water in the bath, are still

She died in her own house.

You were in that house yesterday,
arguing violently.

All right, but I didn't go back.

Do you know what I think? I think that
she threatened to tell your wife what

going on between you.

And you had to stop her doing that, at
all costs.

Look, I didn't kill her.

I was at home when I said I was. If you
just tell Jackie what's happening,

she'll tell you. Why?

Is her opinion of what time you got in
last night somehow dependent about what

happens in here?

No, of course it is.

Yes? Jack, you've got a minute?

Yes?

What is it?

Jackie Sheridan's statement.

She's in the interview room by
reception.

All right. Thank you.

Is this a true version of events?

It is.

Right. Well, I won't be pursuing the
matter of wasting police time, but

would be a very different thing.

If I felt I could get him locked up for
anything, I would.

And it would almost be worth risking a
spell in Holloway for the satisfaction.

Almost.

But not quite.

All right, George.

Show Mrs Sheridan the way out, will you?

Jack. Yeah.

Strange one just been on the phone. A
priest.

Oh, yeah?

What did he want to do? Issue me with my
last rites, did he? A bloke walked into

a confession.

Told me he was going to kill someone.

Oh, really? What did he do? Told him not
to. Gave him three Hail Marys.

He said he met you briefly at James
Bar's today.

Father Sullivan's his name.

All right, you're free to go.

Well, I don't need any of this, then.

Just a minute, Mr Sheridan.

This case is far from over.

And if I were you and I wanted to prove
that I wasn't in a lady's bedroom or

bathroom, I'd take all the help that I
could get.

Do you think this man was James Barr?

I'm sorry, but I don't know.

I was trying to take in what he was
saying, get him to talk.

I'd barely started and he'd gone.

But you can't say it wasn't James Barr.

No.

I can't say that either.

And even if I could, I don't think
I'd...

Probably just all an appalling
coincidence.

But you don't think so.

You see, in my job, coincidence is
little pieces of evidence that you can't

explain.

And when you put them all together, you
start to get an explanation.

So, did the voice sound familiar?

I keep going over it.

Sometimes it doesn't, sometimes it
doesn't.

See, I'm fairly new to the parish. And
anyway, putting a face to my fin isn't

the way you hear confession. It's not
what you're thinking.

It's the way I'd be thinking.

Anyway, this man, our would -be killer,
is he a regular? I mean, does he come in

once a week to confess to a murder or an
armed robbery?

He meant what he said.

I suppose if you did know who he was...

That would present a greater problem,
wouldn't it?

Because you wouldn't be able to tell me
the secrecy of the confessional.

A bit like that film.

That one with, what's his name, Gregory
Peck.

And I'm wasting your time.

No, no, no, Father, no, you're not.

But, I mean, you must get the odd nutter
in here, mustn't you?

We always do. Every time we get a big
murder, we have a queue right the way

around the block. They all want to
confess.

I know something about the truth,
Inspector.

I know what it sounds like.

And if I'm not wasting your time, you're
wasting mine.

Yes, well, um... Look, do you think that
you could write it down for me, what he

said?

Word for word.

Yeah, I'll try.

That's all right, is it? You're not
under oath. You're not sworn to secrecy

anything like that.

Well, that oath can't justify a priest
refusing to help in a murder inquiry.

If there is any connection between what
happened in the confessional and

Jeanette Barr's death, then I should
have been able to say something, to do

something to stop it.

You just concentrate on trying to
remember what the man said.

The connection, if there is any.

You'll find it eventually.

Montgomery Clift.

Sorry, do what?

Montgomery Clift, not Gregory Peck.

Ah, yes.

Yeah, you're right.

Do you remember the title of the film?

I confess.

There's definitely someone in the
garden.

It seems that a man stood here for some
time, apparently watching the kitchen.

There's several very good prints that
Sockhove took casts from.

What? I reckon these were done
yesterday.

Well, there was very heavy rain on
Friday night, so anything earlier

here. And just up here, sir, is where
they think he came over.

There's a gate at the back, normally
locked, and that satellite dish would

hidden him from the house.

Forensic affinity, sir. Aye.

James.

James.

Inspector Frost.

What now?

I'd like you to come down to the
station, sir, so we can continue our

conversation about the night your wife
died.

I'll have George Myers in there as soon
as you arrive.

Oh, yeah? Who's that?

Our solicitor.

Oh. Oh, very good.

Come on, George.

Get Mr. Barr's shoes.

Thank you.

I

went

to the house in the afternoon. You know
I did.

That's when I saw Sheridan.

Oh, you climbed over the fence in the
afternoon. You could easily have done it

at night.

Well, I didn't.

We've got two sightings of a vehicle
answering the description of your car

night, right place, right time. I wasn't
there. I didn't go back again.

Why didn't you tell us that you saw Mr
Sheridan?

Why did you wait for us to prove that it
was you that was in the garden?

I thought it best not to be near the
place.

Dumb. But once I'd said it, I thought
that if I'd changed my story... Look, I

wasn't thinking.

My wife just died.

Well, I've been through the evidence at
considerable length.

And I can find no satisfactory answer as
to where you were or what you were

doing.

At the time that your wife was killed.
If you're innocent, you don't need an

alibi.

Well, we'll let the jury make that
decision.

Shall we?

Look, are you sure there's soap in the
ladies?

Yes, I'm sure, sir.

Look, sir, we found tyre tracks that
matched James Barr's car.

We also found footprints in the garden
and some on the other side of the garden

gate that match a pair of shoes found in
his house. Now, he said that he wasn't

anywhere near the house all day, so we
showed otherwise.

Yes, there's extensive evidence, but
nothing actually places James Barr at

scene of death.

It's circumstantial. It's very
circumstantial. I can't see any jury

that out. The Bars are a powerful
family, Jack. They'll be buying in some

expensive legal advice.

It wasn't helpful to break into the
house or to take them out of the pub.

I shan't be using the conversation in
the pub, will I?

If Bars lawyers can find any way to

question how this case has been handled,
then they'll make something of it.

They'll also fight very hard for bail.
They'll probably get it.

Well, that's a good idea.

Well, he's unstable.

We could keep an eye on him.

And harassment will help no one.

All right, go ahead, charge him.

Good. But it is the other matter, of
course.

The death of Barr's first wife.

Yes, that had been on my mind, too.

I don't know much about it, but I get a
letter every couple of months from the

mother of the man convicted of the
murder.

It's Michael King, isn't it?

Yes, I get those, too.

Actually, my old governor, Charlie
Fairclough, he got the best.

Elsie King dropped about a ton of manure
on his front lawn.

She seems to have accused everyone in
the county of corruption, even the chief

constable.

And now, the murdered woman's husband is
to be charged with killing his second

wife.

Think about it, Jack.

Harriet Barr was killed by a burglar.

We had an excellent case.

And he was sent down.

Well, I hope you're right.

Otherwise, you've put the wrong man
away.

For ten years.

Bob.

Set for tonight.

I don't think he's forgotten. It's
just... Well, that overnight crime wait

something. Yes, yes.

No, uh, 8 .30. I'm looking forward to
it. Good.

Bye. Bye. I'll see you then.

Yes, that's true.

Sometimes I walk round and round in here
and suddenly I don't know what it is.

It's something, an idea of something
scratching at the back of my mind.

And I can almost smell my way to the
right file. Really? Oh, I thought that

mice. You can't smell that in a
computer.

Oh, good.

Marvellous.

Well, I've got a rare treat for you.

The Shetley Archives.

Michael King, ten years ago.

Should smell like old camembert by now.

Oh, come on, where do we start?

It's all in date order.

After a fashion.

Here, here.

Oh,

I remember him.

Yeah.

Not only old files being reactivated,
eh, Jack?

Go on, what do you mean?

I've been long past active for years.
I'll put you down the same.

Look, if people in this... station,
stuck their noses into their work, half

much as they stuck their noses into
other people's business, Hornrim Harry's

success rate would be on the Richter
scale.

Where is it? Here.

Here you are.

That lot.

Oh, Carl, you must be jokey.

And if you're not back in a fortnight,
I'll send down a sniffer dog.

You're pissed.

Yeah, I just needed to... What you need
is a way to persuade a court that you

didn't kill your bloody wife.

That's what we all need.

And Alec can't do it for you on his own.

Look, I'll get my head around it
tomorrow.

It's not been easy for you.

Everything's easy for you.

It's not for us.

What do you think all this is going to
do to Simon and Lucy?

You might not have produced your own
children, but you could think about

James, we're all upset.

Fiona doesn't mean it. Yes, I do.

Fiona, we must stick together as a
family.

That's what matters.

But try and imagine how James is
feeling.

Don't you ever get sick of apologising
for him.

Handbag doesn't give us much.

There's plenty of bills.

Clothes, mostly.

Hotel.

And there is a diary.

Any revelations?

No, she didn't write down much. A few
initials.

Sometimes Sheridan.

Along with the initials of a hotel.

Sometimes it's the hotels.

B .A. for Bedford Arms. It's a place
near Oxford.

Hotel bills from there.

Sheridan says that's where they went.

Far enough away not to be noticed, by
the way.

Is that it?

Well, the hotel bills for a meal and a
room.

The only odd thing is, it's dated ten
days before the murder.

And Sheridan said he hadn't seen her for
three weeks.

Right.

All right, get round there and get it
sorted.

Farr's lawyers are going to use Sheridan
to cast doubt on our evidence.

You tell him that his wife's not
interested in how many times he was at

that he was at it. I want his story
straight.

Oh, by the way, if I don't see you
later, have a good evening.

Is that a pointed remark?

I don't know what you mean.

Good. Because if I get one more knowing
bloody look from anyone in this station,

I'm going to recommend your transfer to
uniform.

Charlie?

Jack Frost.

Fine. No, fine. How are you?

Listen, I've got to have a word with
you.

Father, will you hear my confession?

I was just about to lock up. I've got to
talk to someone.

Ah,

so what sort of things do you detect,
Jack?

Stolen car?

Burglary? Well, you name it, I do it.

I don't guarantee to catch anyone,
though.

Unfortunately, that's not too true,
isn't it?

I beg your pardon? Well, we're told how
hard the police work, but all we ever

hear is no resources.

Yeah, well... And when the people get
caught, the judges always seem to be on

the side of the criminal. Why, even if
you try to protect yourself, you're the

one who's most likely to end up in jail.
We're not even safe in our own homes

now. No, that's true, especially if you
consider rape or murder.

There you go. Even the police admit it.

Do you realise that most women are raped
by people they know?

And most people are murdered by people
they know.

So statistically, you're safer with a
complete stranger.

Discipline and complaints.

Open up.

Now!

What are you doing to my guests, Jan? No
one's drinking.

Well, they've all brought their cars.
You should have warned them in advance

that I was a copper.

Then, of course, we might have been
alone.

Would you get me some more orange juice?

Oh, yes, ma 'am.

Thank you.

Oh, dear.

This is no way to do it. I should have
known better.

What?

Well, I wanted to see you on my own.

To talk?

Not about anything in particular, but
without... Oh, I don't know.

Without feeling there were things about
myself I couldn't say.

I lost my nerve and invited... It was
like looking up the recipe for disaster

and doubling the quantities.

Well, then.

Well, um, next time, cut down on the
invitations.

I wanted you to carve.

Well, yes, of course. Right.

What was that?

Oh, that's you getting me excited, that
is.

Oh,

I believe this.

All right,

what's going on? I've got an urgent
call.

Discipline and complaints walked in half
an hour ago. I tried to get hold of Mr

Mullet.

That's what it's about. It's about the
soap they've caught up with him at last.

Jack, they're in your office.

Inspector Frost, we've met once before.
All right, cut the introductions.

What's this all about?

I'm Detective Superintendent Bailey.
This is D .I. Moore.

We're investigating a number of matters
relating to C .I .D. at the old Shetley

station during 1985 and 6.

One of the cases concerns the murder of
Harriet Barr.

Strangely, the files are on your desk.

I've just charged James Barr with the
murder of his second wife. I'm in the

middle of an investigation, all right?
So, get out of my office.

This is my investigation.

Precisely the other way round.

You are suspended from duty, effective
immediately.

You will surrender your warrant card.

You will leave this office and this
station.

You will talk to no one and take nothing
with you. You will make yourself

available for interviews as and when
required.

Inspector,

I talked to James Barr last night. He
came in for confession.

Oh, well, I hope he feels better.

Did he confess to the murders of both
Mrs. Bars, or was it just the most

one? Still, I don't suppose he mentioned
the first one, as he was absolved last

time round.

I'm trying to help.

I listen to him talk about his
marriages, his job, his family, all

stuff.

He's not had it as easy as you think,
and he's not a man with murder in his

heart. He's a killer.

Maybe twice.

Anyway, if he needs a character
reference, I'll send his solicitors

you, shall I?

Here's the confession.

The man in the confessional, you wanted
me to write it down?

Yeah. Oh, right.

Thank you.

Listening to James last night in the
confessional, I know it wasn't his voice

heard. So he didn't drop round to tell
you what he was going to do.

He's not as daft as we thought, is he?

Anyway, Father, I'm off the case.

I'm under investigation for falsifying
evidence.

One confession too many, you might say.

You don't have to prove yourself,
Sergeant, if you're working in here.

I've taken what I need, sir. Then he can
bring it back.

It's an order, not a suggestion.

I'm sorry you've all been moved. This is
now discipline and complaint.

Off limits to Denton CID.

Don't bother.

I've heard it all and I'm not impressed.

If Inspector Frost's clean, then the
quicker we get on, the sooner he'll be

back. And as far as the investigation
into the murder of Jeanette Farr is

concerned, it may be relevant to what
we're looking at.

It's no longer a sensitive job. I'll be
taking over.

Sergeant Toulon will be attached to D
&C.

Hang on a minute, sir. Order. No
suggestion.

Superintendent Bailey has cleared it
with your chief.

There's no shortage of loose end to tie
it.

Start with Sheridan.

Start out whether he saw her ten days
before her death at the Bedford Arms. He

still says he didn't.

If there's a hole in this evidence,
James Barr's lawyers might pull their

through. Yeah, I know, sir. Inspector
Frost. He's off the case.

Remember it.

Place is in chaos.

They're shifting CID out, en masse.

What they're doing is setting up a
station within a station.

No one's to go in there, including me.

Yeah, it's not very good for Denton's
image, is it, sir? The image of the

station is not my chief concern right
now.

What about you? What have you done about
representation?

Someone from the Federation, maybe? A
solicitor, perhaps?

No, that's not my style.

Jack, try and keep your style. Under
control.

I don't always like the way you do
things, but whatever our disagreements,

have the highest regard for your
integrity.

And I shall be making that clear at the
highest level.

Well, don't try too hard, will you? No!

Mr. Mullins, I'd like to make a start
with Inspector Frost.

Superintendent? I'm concerned that
Inspector Frost has no communication

officers here.

Are you telling me that when one of my
senior officers is suspended, I can't

speak to him?

Makes it tidier.

Let me remind you, Superintendent, that
this is my station.

I have a responsibility for the people
who work here, and I intend to ensure

that Inspector Frost feels that he's
being treated properly.

I expect your investigation to be
conducted by the book.

You can rest assured.

I know that book.

Very well, indeed.

In the middle of a current murder
investigation, you spent four hours

looking for files on Harriet Barr and
Michael King, a case that was wound up

years ago.

Yes, well, when I've got something on my
mind, I deal with it. Harriet Barr's

death was on my mind.

So, having found the files, you then
went to see ex -Chief Superintendent

Fairclough. Yes.

Because I found a statement that
contradicted evidence from a main

against Michael King.

Do you know why this piece of evidence
didn't reach the courtroom?

No. Well, you say it wasn't in the file
that was sent to the DPP.

But in another file, where it had
apparently sat quite undisturbed for

ten years.

Yes. But when I entered your office,
Stephen Mitchell's statement was on your

desk. Yes, I told you, I found it in an
envelope that was hidden in the back of

the file.

I spoke to Mitchell this morning.

Yes, well, I would have done the same
thing myself.

At Chief Superintendent Fairclough's
suggestion.

What? Mr Mitchell remembers all this
very well.

He remembers coming forward to make his
statement.

He also remembers being told he wouldn't
be required to give evidence.

When he queried this... He was told to
forget he'd ever seen Michael King on

night of Harriet Barr's murder, unless
he wanted to go down for a couple of

years too.

Who told him that?

Inspector Pearson.

Oh, come on!

There's a bandwagon rolling here, isn't
there?

Let's get Michael King out of prison and
do a couple of coppers at the same

time. All we know at the moment is we've
got to ask James Barr some questions.

Also, there's some questions to be asked
about unreliable evidence. Now, I don't

know why Inspector Pearson chucked out
Mitchell's statement.

He may have a good reason to have done
so, but I tell you this, you can accuse

Pearson of anything, because we buried
him last week.

That's as may be, Inspector.

But if I was worried about a bit of iffy
procedure that might be just about to

resurface as a miscarriage of justice,
making sure it wasn't there wouldn't be

bad move.

But it was me that was opening up the
case on James Barr's first wife.

When you found conflicting evidence, why
not go straight to your senior officer?

I did.

And both Mr Mullet and I agreed that the
death of Jeanette Barr raised doubts on

the earlier investigation.

I'm talking about the point at which you
located this conflicting evidence.

Evidence you say you knew nothing about
at the time.

Yes, that's right, and I still say...
Either your DCI or the Chief

Superintendent.

Instead, you went to see your old
governor.

Yes, I went to see what he remembered.

The detectives in Chief Superintendent
Fairclough's firm were all very loyal to

him. How far do you take that loyalty,
Inspector?

Charlie Fairclough was one of the best
detectives this country's ever seen.

He put away more serious villains than
you've had ladders in your type.

In the days where men were men and women
did the typing and made the tea?

turn of phrase, Mum.

Well, try this turn of phrase,
Inspector.

There's more than one dubious conviction
down to your old governor.

I'd have liked to keep this
investigation out of sight until I was

of them. But I'd been forced to move,
just like you.

So, this case comes first.

But don't worry. You were around for
some of the others.

And so was your friend, George Eyre.

The man who saw Michael King in Shetley
at ten o 'clock.

You might be surprised just how often
his evidence puts people away in Charlie

Fairclough's cases.

Totally overgrown.

Further up, we've got Italian telenoves,
and it's built as a walk around Europe.

Charlie? I thought they'd have told you
not to speak to me.

Superintendent Bailey's not going to be
amused.

Yes, well, it's not the first time I've
disobeyed an order to get to the truth.

And that's what you're going to tell me.

The bloody truth.

The King case is down to two conflicting
sightings.

One from his mate, a thief.

The second from a thief who wasn't his
mate.

Ah, there's a bigger smell.

I know what Michael King was. Can you
remember a single thing that said, King

did not kill Harriet Barr? I mean, have
you got James Barr confessing to it?

They've had a word with George Eyre at
Strangeways.

The same George you couldn't place last
time I mentioned him. It was his

evidence that sent Michael King down,
and he's sticking to his story.

Why shouldn't he?

Charlie, that Miss Bailey is a clever
detective.

She's had a word with George's missus.
Oh, she thinks very highly of you.

She told her that you often slip her 50
quid, you know, just to help out.

You run a pension fund for all your old
grasses.

George.

Give me some favours. Oh, yeah.

Charlie, you know something?

You were the one man who persuaded me
that this job was worth doing.

And when the crap piles up, I remember
what it's like to work with a real

copper.

I respected you too much then to smell a
fit -up.

But I certainly smell one now.

Jack!

You know what's happened to the force.

Sorry, service.

The mullets have inherited the earth.

The villains are walking out of court
with grins all over their faces, ready

sue any copper that breathed on them.

You don't get results without getting
your hands dirty.

Now the rules say you're on a charge if
you've got dirty fingernails.

Oh, I'd save your long speeches for your
memoirs.

And what about the villains we can't
touch?

The ones having lunch with their
stockbrokers when there's a murder, an

robbery, or a ton of coke going through
the docks.

I got a lot of those people sent down,
Jack.

Our governor thanked us for it,
remember?

The politicians thanked us for it.

And the good citizens slept easier in
their beds.

So, some of the evidence wasn't kosher.

In that case, the copper who set it up
shouldn't complain when he finds himself

on the slab.

I was doing what everybody wanted us to
do, putting villains behind bars, and

don't tell me you never moved a bit of
evidence when it might do some good. All

right.

All right, so I did bend the rules
occasionally, but I never broke them and

threw all the bits away.

That Michael King, come on, he was
hardly a crime boss, was he? He was a

Killer.

When he walked from that GBH, he made us
look stupid.

He made you look stupid.

There was no need to fit him up for
murder.

What are they going to do to me, Jack?

Stop inviting me to reunion dinners.

They might have to kick somebody out for
the press or the do -gooders.

You'll do.

You know, there's never a day goes by
when I gaze out the window and wonder

I'm going to do with what's left.

The job was everything, even with the
family.

Now I'm just filling in time.

What have you got, Jack?

A medal in a drawer?

I should think hard before you hold your
hand up to the sacrificial lamb.

You know where I live?

Always keep your door locked, George.
People get mugged this way. Jack.

You know I'm not allowed to talk to you.
I don't want to be landed in it.

Well, neither did you die, did I? But I
am. Right up to my neck.

You didn't ask to work with him. No, but
I'm bloody glad you are.

Oi, come on. What's green mean? Green,
green.

Sheridan's adamant he wasn't at the
hotel that day.

He was at home with the wife.

Very handy missus for alibis.

So how was Superintendent Bailey?

Well, I'd like to be able to say that
she's every sort of cow under the sun,

unfortunately she's quite a big popper.

Mrs Sheridan gave quite a good
performance as a woman scorned, and

only alibi.

She was dodgy once. You'd better check
the hotel.

Oh, I have.

I've been on the phone.

Now, the manager clearly knew Mrs. Barr
and Sheridan by sight.

The description of the man she was with
that day is a bit hazy, but it wasn't

Sheridan.

Hmm.

What about the bill?

Right. I've got it here somewhere, I
think.

Here we are.

It's for a meal.

A double room for the night. He thinks
they left by six that evening.

Oh, well, thank you very much, George.
Well done.

What? Well, so far, all you've given me
is she could be having lunch with her

bloody bank manager.

Anyway, I'd rather see the real thing.
This is a photocopy. Oh, I know, but

that's what was in her bag.

That's interesting.

James Barr.

What do you think of him?

Oh, I don't know.

Father Sullivan's a bit concerned,
but... Oh.

Yeah.

This is dead as far as D .I. Moore is
concerned, isn't it?

I think I'll keep it.

Jack, if I were you, I'd stay out of
this.

Well, thank goodness you're not me,
George.

We'll just take it easy, eh?

Yeah, I think I will.

I hope everything looks satisfactory,
sir.

Very nice.

The waitress told me you were asking for
some information about guests who've

stayed here.

I have to say, we're not in the habit of
discussing our guests with all and

sundry. The Bedford Arms has a
reputation as one of the best... Yes,

hotels I know who rent rooms by the
afternoon have a reputation as a

shop.

I'm a policeman.

Sit down.

Perhaps we could, um...

Perhaps we could take a walk or... Yeah,
all right.

If

someone

books a room for the night and checks
out early, it's hardly my business.

There are emergencies.

Mr Ragdale, Jeanette Barr's been coming
here over a period of months with a man

she was having an affair with.

They left at six o 'clock every evening.
Now, what do you call that? A

predictable emergency?

If you already have the information you
want, I really don't see the point of

this.

I spoke to your sergeant yesterday about
Mrs. Barr's last visit here. With a

different man?

Yes.

Obviously, I was as shocked as anyone by
news of Mrs. Barr's tragic death.

Yeah, I bet you were.

I bet she was a good tipper, wasn't she?

Did Mrs. Barr usually ask for a copy of
the bill?

No.

But she did on this occasion.

Now, Mrs. Barr's only slightly less
disorganized than I am. Why would she

copy of the bill when she's already got
the original?

Mrs. Barr always settled the account
herself, but on this occasion, the

gentleman did.

Cash.

She asked me to give her a copy of the
bill when they left that afternoon.

Without the gentleman knowing.

Knowing.

Thank you, Mr. Ragdale.

The Lord be with you.

Almighty God bless you.

The Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit.

Go in peace to love and serve the Lord.

Hello. I've been looking at this
confession you gave me. It doesn't say

much, does it?

Ever thought of getting advice on your
mood swings, Inspector?

You what?

So, you're back on the case? No, no, I'm
still suspended.

This bit's a bit interesting.

Salvami Fons Piatis.

Latin.

Yeah, Pierre Tantus. It's from the old
funeral mass.

Save me, oh, source of pity, something
like that.

I didn't think you did that anymore,
though, did you?

Yeah, it must be somebody with a very
long memory, or someone who spends a lot

of time listening to Verdi's Requiem.

No, it's not what you'd expect.

From James Barr?

No.

Tell me something further.

What makes you think that James Barr
didn't do it?

You see, I can't speak to anyone. I
can't speak to my officers or any of the

witnesses, and that includes James Farr.

But I know he talked to you the other
night for a long time about all sorts of

things.

James knows nothing about the murder.

And he's genuinely appalled that the
death of his first wife is being

investigated again.

I'd like to know what he said, exactly
what he said. Look, you know I'm trying

to help.

It doesn't mean I can just go and repeat
his confession.

I can get suspended too, you know.

The other day you were pouring out guilt
after someone came in and asked

forgiveness because they were going to
kill someone.

Well, maybe they went out and did just
that.

I don't know.

Maybe you should have said something to
stop them. I don't know.

Tell you what I do know.

James Barr is probably going to go to
prison.

Now, if you have a reason why he
shouldn't, you better decide whether

going to help me find the truth or not.

Hello, Father.

Hello, Father. This is where they park
all the old priests, is it?

Yeah. Before I got the priest colors, I
thought they'd just beam us straight up.

Rich has a job retiring us.

You lose your parents, you lose your
family.

See, that happens here in the late 40s.

What celibacy really means.

Not sex, but... a woman that you love,
that you're going to grow old with.

Kids.

Yes, well, you don't have a monopoly on
that.

Father Clark.

Inspector Frost.

How do you do, Father?

You're the policeman who wants to know
what people say in confession.

Well, I have to tell you, it's none of
your business.

Are you a Catholic?

No.

They say that ignorance is no excuse in
the eyes of the law.

It's no excuse in the eyes of the Lord,
either.

Yes.

I gather that what Father Sullivan wants
me to talk to you about is something

that was said to him in confession.

But it wasn't said to me in confession.
Not that I've any idea what was said to

Father Sullivan.

But if we haven't too much idea of what
we're talking about, well, there can't

be any sin in that.

We'd like some tea for the whiskey.

About James Barr, Father.

James was an altar boy when I could get
hold of him. He always had something

infinitely more interesting to do.

His wife said that he was a bit, well, a
bit obsessive about his religion.

You're saying, but not when he was a
kid, though.

At 11, this world is infinitely more
interesting than the next.

What about his brother?

Alec?

Yes, Alec.

He was the religious one, that's right.
I put him in the choir.

I had to find something for him to do.

I felt uncomfortable with all his piety.

A boy of that age should be looking for
mischief, not telling his rosary.

What you're saying was that James didn't
want to know about the church, yet you

couldn't get Alec out of the place.

I mean, surely you got that the wrong
way around.

I was booked in for senility, but it
hasn't come through yet, Inspector.

But I do need more prompting.

Things are starting to get a little
vague.

So how did they get on together, I mean,
James and Alec? There were problems.

I think the bars were having financial
difficulties.

It all hit Alec.

Very hard.

And his behaviour was difficult.

Very difficult.

What happened, Father?

I became very jealous of his brother.

It started with toys being broken, books
torn up.

Then I believe James's pet was killed.

Then he set light to some clothes and
gutted James's bedroom.

It was all very hard for the family.

How long did this go on for?

Well, Alec spent some time at a special
school.

He came back a spotty adolescent, but
still with too much piety and not enough

faith.

And healthily, more interested in girls
than what his brother was up to.

Yeah, go on. Was there still something
wrong?

He made a point of taking James's
girlfriends off him.

But he grew out of it eventually.

He'd still sneak into confession if he
felt he'd done something bad, thinking I

wouldn't know who it was.

And always insisting that I conduct the
proceedings in Latin.

Thanks for coming, Charlie.

Yes, well, that doesn't mean there's
anything to say.

Are you off to see Miss Bailey?

That's right.

I'm not going to say much to her either.
Practically nothing, in fact.

No, you've just got to keep your mouth
shut, that's all.

That's about the size of it.

You and Alec Barr.

You really believe he did it?

Twice, Charlie.

Twice.

This is where we found Jeanette Barr's
body.

You used to return to the scene of the
murder, remember?

I often do it.

You know, these investigations, they can
drag on for months, years sometimes,

and you tend to lose sight of what it's
all about, how it all started.

It started with a real man or woman, a
body whose life has been beaten out of

it.

That's why we're here.

For that man.

Or that woman.

I know you've been talking to her,
Priest Jack, but sermons are not your

If I don't get back on the case, Alec
Barr is going to walk.

It's down to Bailey now.

She's not close enough.

We've got one final crack at him.

That's all.

And I need to take it.

So you want me to go and get you off the
hook?

Tell Bailey it was all down to me.

Well, it was all down to you, Charlie.

That woman's body wouldn't have been
down there if you hadn't screwed up the

first time around.

If you hadn't wanted to fit someone up
instead of carrying out a proper

investigation.

You might not think that you owe Michael
King anything for those ten years.

But you think about those two dead
women.

This is unfinished business, Charlie.

Let me finish it.

I have to point out that you're entitled
to legal representation.

Next time around, Superintendent.

You, stand over there.

As far as this session is concerned, I'm
prepared to make a brief statement,

which you can consider on or off the
record.

There's nothing off the record in any
investigation of mine.

Well, that'll probably put very serious
constraints on your career as a

detective.

I'm prepared to cooperate with your
inquiry.

However, cooperation brings conditions.

I'm not here to make deals.

I can create enough confusion to have
you running around in circles till

missed two promotions and I've gone to
meet my maker.

Or to listen to threats.

If there was any error of judgment under
my authority, I'd take full

responsibility.

The only officer I confided in fully is
now dead.

My cooperation means you drop any
possible charges against any detectives

may have worked for me, like Jack Frost.

Jack always played it straight.

I can't agree to that.

You'll have to find someone who can.

Oh, by the way, Superintendent, next
time I expect someone of my own rank to

present. That's the correct procedure. I
don't think retirement precludes that.

I'm sure I'll hear from you.

OK, Mr Fairclough, you have your deal.

We'll start taking your evidence at 0900
Alves tomorrow.

You know where to find us at FHQ.

You're a lucky man, Inspector.

Oh, is that what we say now to suspects
when they're found innocent?

You're lucky.

I thought you'd have been relieved that
my only crime was believing in Charlie

Fairclough.

But there again, I mean, what's one old
copper who's taken the wrong road? Not

many brownie points in that, is there?
Not like uncovering a network of

corruption.

It's only Fairclough's word.

And he was telling the truth.

And that's what it's all about, isn't
it? Really, the truth.

That's where our loyalties are.

Not in clocking up convictions.

But there again, if the truth doesn't
suit you, you can always do what Charlie

Fairclough did.

He invented it.

And no -one noticed.

You have to trust people that you work
with.

Unless you have a very good reason not
to.

I mean, there's no other way.

So I'm going to find the truth. That's
what's going to get Michael King out of

jail and put away a murderer.

And not by what your opinion is of me.

Come on, get back to work.

It's not ladies' night at the Masonic
Lodge.

Mr Mullet.

Superintendent.

Goodbye.

You're back, Inspector.

If you think you can just walk in here
and talk to James... No, no, it's you I

wanted to chat to.

Thank you very much, Mrs Barr.

Yes, well, the thing is, I don't think
that your brother killed his wife.

You've arrested Sheridan? No, no, Mr
Sheridan is innocent. He's got an alibi.

Your brother would have had an alibi,
too.

Had he gone to Bristol on your
instructions?

Mr Sheridan wasn't the only recipient of
Jeanette's favours, was he?

Having an affair with your sister -in
-law isn't very nice.

But that's more in Father Sullivan's
area than mine.

Your brother and your wife, they don't
know, I presume.

Don't try and protest.

Got a witness from the hotel.

It's not what it seems.

No, well, it's not for me to judge, is
it, sir?

I mean, we must face these things
ourselves.

Mia culpa, as they used to say.

Anyway, can you tell me where you were
the night your sister -in -law was

killed?

I was here.

My wife was at a charity dinner, my
children were at a party.

Are you reduced to throwing accusations
at anyone who's spent the evening alone?

No, not anyone, Mr Barr.

Shall I tell you what I've got?

Now, I don't know what happened the
first time around with Harriet.

You got away with it.

You seem to be getting away with it the
second time around.

But be that as it may, let's look at it
another way, shall we?

We've got proof that you spent the
afternoon in bed with your sister -in

Now suppose, just suppose that your
brother found out. That would be a

powerful motive for him to want to kill
her.

Now she was a big shareholder in the
company. She was trying to screw money

of Barr Electronics. That's another
reason why James would want to kill his

wife.

So you see, if I can't prove anything
else,

And you won't budge. I'm afraid your
brother James is looking at somewhere

between 10 to 15 years inside.

How do you think he will survive jail?

I mean, you, you've got through that
special school, haven't you?

But they'll eat him alive.

My brother is innocent, Inspector.

And so am I.

All this... All this just shows how
desperate you are.

You don't believe a jury would convict
James, either.

If there's any more of this, I'll have
to bring in my solicitor.

There will be more of this.

You know that.

Alec Barr.

This is Father Sullivan.

The thing is, I need to speak to you
before I go to the police.

What do you mean?

What's all this about, Father?

I think you know that, Mr. Barr.

I know my family is under a great deal
of pressure.

I'd have hoped even the modern church
would give support and prayer.

Instead of which, you phone me with some
bizarre threat.

I am not threatening you.

You said...

You had to talk to me before you talked
to the police.

I don't know what nonsense you've
dreamed up, but a priest... Mr. Barr, I

it was you who came into my confessional
the day before James' wife was killed.

I know it was your voice. You said you
were going to kill someone.

I'm quite prepared to testify to that if
necessary.

But the best thing for you to do is to
go to the police and tell them what

happened.

What sort of priest are you?

And what sort of brother are you?

Anything I've said is sacred.

It's a sacrament.

You bastard!

You are not going to destroy my family.

I wouldn't let that cow, Jeanette!

And I won't let you!

That's why I had to kill her!

All right, it's over, Mr. Barr.

I said it's over.

She didn't care about James.

About the family.

A money -drubbing tart.

He'd given her shares in the company in
her name.

His shares.

Didn't tell me.

Our American partners were ready to buy
them.

Strip our assets, junk us.

It was business trouble.

She was using that.

She wanted a million pounds to sell back
the shares, and so what if she broke

us?

And the affair?

There was no affair.

Just that day, I met her in the hotel.

To try and persuade her to sell the
shares for a more reasonable sum. I

she'd agreed to everything.

She was playing me.

I'd always had... She could look at you
and make you feel...

It was blackmail.

That's why she did it.

In the end, I didn't have a choice.

So it was a question of business.

What about your brother's first wife?

That wasn't business, was it?

That was jealousy.

Because that was the one thing of your
brothers that you couldn't make your

took it from him.

Well?

He's gone, sir.

All right, go on, keep going back.

and mysterious God. We commend to you
Alec, your servant.

God, how the sins he has committed
through human weakness.