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Look, sir, I'm not exactly thrilled with
the idea that there's some groper out

there using my name to get his jollies.

Excuse me, madam. Detective Inspector
Frost Denton, CID.

I wonder if I might have a word.

Detective Sergeant Terence Reed. A
shambolic career that has all the

of being a complete washout.

This isn't just a job for me, Mr Frost.

No, nor me.

So don't bring my career down with
yours, you get me?

You could be the Queen's personal
surgeon for all I care, Dr Rettnick.

team.

I will be in theatre with you today.

I asked Mullet for some advice because a
surgical colleague of mine, Helena

Gibson, didn't turn up for lunch on
Sunday. We tried to save him. We did

everything we could. But you said you
couldn't!

You should tell my boss!

Did anyone like her?

Well, I can think of.

If the killer finds out that the body
hasn't been destroyed, he'll do a runner

and we'll never catch him.

But if we keep this as a missing person
inquiry, we've still got a chance to

draw him out.

We are concerned for the well -being of
Dr. Gibson.

You would never hear.

Understand?

Detective Inspector Forrest? Yes, how
can I help?

I think you're my dad.

You must be very busy.

Yes, yes, we are at the moment.

How's your B &B? Is that right? It's
fine.

I'm not that comfortable just turning up
on your doorstep and telling you,

though.

No, it rather unsettled me.

Anne, I think you ought to know that
when I was on secondment, to Essex all

those years ago.

Well, my marriage wasn't all that
wonderful.

Mr Frost, I know you and my mum didn't
have the great romance, but she said

that you treated her well, that you were
kind.

That's often enough, you know.

Yeah, I suppose it is.

I'm not asking for anything.

No, I know you're not.

Mum... Only told me she thought you were
my father because she knew she was

dying.

I'd never have had any hope of finding
out otherwise.

Took me ages to pluck up the courage to
come and see you.

Anne, look, I don't want to shirk my
responsibilities in any way,

but I think, well, for both our sakes,
we've got to be

sure. I know.

But my mum did think it was you.

And I don't know how she can be wrong,
can you?

Excuse me, madam.

Security have asked me to question you
about some goods you haven't paid for.

What?

I'm sorry?

Detective Inspector Frost, Denton CID.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to search
you.

You can't do that. I haven't done
anything.

Then you'll have to come down to the
station to be strip -searched and

interviewed. Now, which is it to be?

You're keeping me busy, Inspector.

Yes. Well, I don't want you forgetting
how to carve the Sunday roast, do I?

Have you got any news over my dead Dr.
Gibson?

He wasn't sexually assaulted.

All right, what killed him?

A blow to the head.

I see.

And a sort of weapon?

How does blunt instrument sound?

Pretty predictable.

Probably something like a rough -edged
rock.

Some traces of dirt in the wound, which
would indicate she was killed outside.

Do we know the time of death yet?

Roughly. I'd say that was a struggle.

Oh, yeah?

Rigor mortis still isn't a good gauge,
but it speeds up after violent exertion.

As far as I can tell, she'd be dead 24,
maybe 30 hours.

What's that, then?

A saddy moment?

Yes, well, that would make sense,
wouldn't it?

No, there's nothing obvious.

Locked drawer over there.

I see.

Mrs. Royden, isn't it?

That's right.

I'm Detective Inspector Frost.

How do you do? Nice to do.

Dr.

Gibson's schedule, you know, operating
times, ward rounds, time she came in,

time she left, that sort of thing.

Do you think you could get it for me?
Yes.

Thank you.

I understand that she wasn't in on
Friday.

No. Is that usual?

No.

But if she wasn't scheduled for an
operation, she's sometimes caught up

paperwork at home.

Have you got a key for this drawer? No,
only Dr Gibson has this.

If you've got the knack... You don't
need one.

Now, is there any reason why she would
have that locked up?

No. She was at a symposium last week.
She may have picked it up there.

I'm going over to see Jameson, the
hospital manager.

I want you to go over to the mortuary
area. Check out those waste disposal

will you? All right. Now, look, I found
this. She was using that as a page mark,

if, you know, if that's what it was.

Well, it's Dr Retnick's resignation.

Exactly. He's one of our surgical team.

Yeah, I know, but last time I spoke to
him, he said he was very happy to be

here. Word has it she got on everyone's
wick.

Stuffed up a dozen people's careers.

No personal life to talk of.

Well, they say that not enough sex makes
you irritable.

Or so I'm told.

Question you yet, have they?

I was told Inspector Frost wanted to
meet me here. Maybe she's run off with a

secret lover, never to be seen again.

Well, it'd certainly make life a lot
easier around here, wouldn't it?

I can't make the connection.

Oh, come on, Jameson. She fought your
cock to the nail.

Now you don't have anyone to stand up to
you.

I'm not going to discuss hospital
business with you.

And with the inquiry into the post
-operative death, to which we now add

Ingram boy, it's all rather convenient.

What's the word I'm looking for?

Escape goat?

You don't look exactly heartbroken.

Me? Oh, God, no. That dumb woman's got
my career prospect good and proper.

Oh, no. Good riddance.

That's what I say.

If you ask me, you should interrogate
Retnick.

Are you suggesting there are suspicious
circumstances surrounding her

disappearance? No, I didn't mean that.

I don't know what I meant.

He's a Serb. Did you know that?

Oh, I see.

You know, picking on the underdog always
tends to get up my nose. I don't know

why. Maybe the words bullying and
prejudice spring to mind.

Anyway, you were the one that employed
him. She employed him.

It's her recommendation.

He'd been working as a surgeon in an
international aid agency.

Well, you mean saving lives rather than
taking them.

Tell me, do female surgeons join foreign
doctors on your list of dislikes? There

were very few occasions when Helena and
I needed to meet, even here at the

hospital. And we didn't socialise.

Look, I'm sorry, Inspector, I simply
don't know where she is or why she's

missing.

Excuse me.

What about this internal investigation
into post -operative deaths?

How do you know about that?

That's my job. I listen at keyholes.

Denton General is below average in
national clinical indicators.

What?

Hospital death league tables.

Oh, I see.

Hardly the lottery you'd want to win, is
it?

Obviously, we don't want people thinking
her absence from the internal

investigation in any way connected.

Conspiracy theories are always flavour
of the month.

And I need that information to help me
with my investigation.

I'm going to pick up some extra shifts.

Night work.

Aren't my days long enough already?

Lawrence Dale Brewer.

What, Larry the Barrel? That's him.

Got out four years ago.

We did him for impersonating a customs
and excise officer.

I think he's the one impersonating you.

No, he's too fat.

No, I spoke to the screw who worked his
wing.

It seems Larry didn't fake to HMP Grubb.

Shed his weight.

Well, I'll be blown.

Hey, keep this under your hat. We can
flog this idea to Weight Watchers.

Oh, Larry the Barrel.

Best bet we've got so far, Jack.

Oi, just a minute.

What are you up to?

Oh, someone turning over corner shops.

I'll give as much of it off to you as I
can.

All right, thanks, George.

I've said all I'm going to say.

Mr. Brendan, this is more than just a
couple of kids wrecking the place for a

laugh.

There's at least another five shops in
Denton who've had the same treatment.

And half a dozen more on the edge of
town.

Then go and speak to them.

Tell them.

Keep quiet, Jennifer.

It's been getting worse.

This is the third time. Only this time
they hit him. I said that's enough.

You don't know anything about it.

I know that they hurt you.

To my way of thinking, Mr. Brendan, this
sounds like a protection racket.

You pay them or they pay you a visit.

Does the name Robbie Jensen mean
anything?

Oh.

This

is

her.

D .S. Reid's military record.

Right, thank you.

Ernie, about 18 years ago, I was working
on a fraud job in

Essex. It was a shipping company.

Don't remember that one. Yes, you do.
Horizon Containers, they were called.

I need my notes on that job.

I need to know where I was and when.

Well, it won't have been archived into
the computer. It'll be buried.

This is personal.

Personal? Yeah.

Now listen, Jack, I think I'm going to
need your help with these corner shops

being turned over.

What, some kids nicking sweets?

No, no, it's a bit more than that.

About a dozen shops in the past couple
of weeks.

There's nothing stolen.

Some assault.

No one saying anything?

Sounds like a protection racket to me.

Exactly, that's what I thought.

But I can't pin it down.

One name has come up, though. A partial
identification.

Robbie Jensen.

We just can't find him.

No, I don't know the name.

He's a sometime doorman on the clubs.

What, got some form, has he?

Well, he likes to use his fists.

I was investigating illegal rave parties
when I was at Edmund Street.

We thought they were shifting a fair bit
of ecstasy.

Did you get him?

No, he didn't have the brains to
organise it.

There was somebody using him.

Yeah, we thought the bloke behind it all
was Tim Hamilton.

He was organising everything out at
abandoned warehouses.

He lives out of that posh estate in the
north end of town.

Solicitor's son.

Arrogant little sod.

Oh, what, bored at boarding school, so
goes out to get up to mischief?

Yeah, something like that.

University.

We had to drop the case.

His father climbed all over us.

Really?

You got his address?

Yeah.

I think a polite inquiry might not go
amiss.

You got time? Come on, we'll make time.

Ah, no, no, no. Not you, Reed.

If you've already had a run -in with
this Hamilton, I don't need you to

him.

I can do that myself.

Yeah, all right, Dove, but keep your
hands in your pockets.

You'll be tempted to clock him, won't
you?

What, me? Never.

Yes. Detective Sergeant Coulan, Denton
CID.

Detective Inspector Frost.

I wonder if you can help us, sir. We're
trying to trace the whereabouts of a Mr

Robbie Gentleman.

So? Well, do you know where he is? I've
never heard of him.

Oh, now, come on. Don't let's get off on
the wrong foot, son. I know that you

know him because he's done a few things
for you in the past. Well, he's an

errand boy. He lives on a council estate
somewhere.

They like to think they're part of the
action.

Well, like rave parties?

Look, we've been through this months
ago. I don't know where he is, so just

chill out, yeah? All right, thank you.

Thank you for your cooperation, Mr.
Hamilton.

Shall I, indeed.

Well, let's see if you can find this
lug, Robbie Jensen.

It's probably hiding in a dark hole
somewhere.

Damn unloaded.

Hey, we've got another shipment in.

Yeah?

Okay.

If you want this thing done right, I'm
going to have to dial it in here.

Oh, right. Oh, thank you.

Where you going, you kids?

Yeah, two.

My mother took them away a couple of
years ago.

She's remarried.

I mean, I'll see him when I can.

They're great kids.

Not easy, though, I suppose.

Well, I don't blame her.

Kind of being very pleasant being with a
bloke who's in a mess, huh, was it?

I went over the edge.

It was scary.

Mm -hm.

I get scared witless sometimes in this
job.

Why, there's no such thing as heroes,
Gus.

I was often said.

No, you just get frightened enough or
angry enough to... Too much to be done.

I just had to face this idiot with a
gun.

Oh, I'd had plenty of this and, well, my
marriage was on the rocks, so...

I thought, well, we've got nothing to
lose.

Not quite the same as what you did,
though.

Now, Regifar.

Fear is fear, Governor.

No matter what.

Yeah, I know, but I suppose what I'm
saying, there are different kinds of

aren't there?

I mean, I've just...

Well, I've just had something quite
scary happen to me.

Someone, well, told me something.

About something that I might have been
responsible for 20 -odd years ago.

Now, that sent a chill down my spine.

Do you know what I mean?

Yeah.

Do you know the most frightening thing
anyone's said to me?

Yes.

Well... Can I give you a lift?

No, thanks, Gov. No, I'm going to check
out a couple of pubs.

See if I can find the bloke who sold me
those stuffed bags.

Yeah, all right.

Thanks, Mr Frost.

We were on patrol when we saw a couple
of kids running out of the public

When they saw us, they dropped this.

It's D .S. Reeves, I'm afraid.

They stripped his wallet, chucked away
the wine cart.

Medics say it's touch and go. Oh,
thanks.

Can you hear me? You'll be all right.

You're all right, son.

You're going to be all right. Hang on in
there.

Don't you give up on me, son. Don't you
give up.

Naturally, we hope that he overcomes the
injuries sustained in this assault.

But it appears that D .S. Reid had a
drug habit that he'd managed to keep

hidden.

Now, this will throw the public and the
media spotlight onto us all. And Miss

Redmond here will have her hands full
with the press.

Another rotten apple?

Another crooked copper?

That's how the press will present this
whole shameful affair.

An officer with a drug problem sneaking
into a public toilet to feed his habit.

Bringing disgrace on the service.

Excuse me, sir.

May I?

I've just come from the hospital where D
.S. Reid is on the critical list.

Now, before we condemn a long -serving
officer, I do think we ought to give him

the benefit of the doubt, don't you? I'm
dealing with facts.

I think not, Miss Redmond.

These are the facts.

Twenty years ago in the Falklands, Terry
Reid went up a mountainside with a

bayonet on the end of his rifle because
other young men like himself were being

cut down by machine gun fire.

And because he did the business, they
gave him a military medal for

courage above and beyond.

His background is irrelevant to this
matter, Inspector. Not at all.

I think it's very relevant, sir.

Does anyone in this room who thinks they
know anything about courage had better

think again?

Yes, Reed's got problems. He's got very
big problems.

But knowing those problems...

I'm trying to shape his life.

I mean, that's courage.

That's enough, Inspector.

No, it's not enough, sir.

And before anyone in this room kicks a
man while he's down, I want to assure

that D .S. Reid was not, and I repeat,
not, doing anything illegal

yesterday, and I will stake my career on
that.

And let me just say this.

I think it's disgraceful the way you're
treating a real bloody hero who's got on

with his life and never quit.

Hear, hear.

In my office.

I won't be challenged in such a manner
by you or anyone else. And I will not

stand by while a senior officer condemns
a fellow officer without substantial

proof. Look, Reid was assaulted and
robbed whilst paying for drugs.

His wallet wasn't missing, just
everything in it. Yes, and so was his

medal. Addicts sell anything to feed
their habits. Oh, don't give me that.

Reid would never sell that medal. It's
the only thing that holds him together.

That's enough.

A damn good officer's reputation has
been maligned in front of his

That's not what the doctors say.

He's on methadone and... You're
presuming to judge him guilty before

has seen the facts. If you had listened
to his records and not what you think

has happened, you don't know what he was
doing. That's enough.

I know he was working on a case. Enough!

I expect an apology from you, Inspector.

In writing.

Yes.

And just for the record, sir, when I
establish exactly what happened to D .S.

Reid, I'm sure that you will be prepared
to offer the same unequivocal apology

to him.

That's all, Inspector.

Anything I can do to help, let me know,
Jack.

Thanks, George. There is.

Look, get sniffing around. See if you
can find Reed's medal.

We find that and we'll find the bloke
who did him over.

I'll start with the pawnbrokers.

All right, yeah.

And tell them I want it done by the book
and let us know.

I'll personally guarantee they won't be
out of pocket.

In the meantime, we'll get on with what
we have to do.

There's been a fair bit of rain in the
past few days, so there's not much to go

on.

Now, we do know that she was at work on
Saturday.

She also got a house in the centre of
town.

Doubtful she had time to go when you
were up.

Well, maybe.

But see here, Jack.

The tyres are clean, but there's specks
of mud trapped in here.

Red clay.

Now, there's a band of soil with a top
seam of clay running through it in two

areas round here.

The local farmers call it Denton Red.

I've marked the areas for you. Can you
tell how recently the car was in this

area? Definitely in the last couple of
days.

And that's not all.

Down, thank you.

There's a smear of the same stuff
inside.

Almost like a scuff mark.

And there's another one just like it on
the back carpet as well.

Yeah, but what made it?

That I can't tell you.

And I thought all you blokes practiced
the black arts.

Only when there's a full moon.

How's Terry Reid doing?

It's too soon to tell. I'm sorry.

Is Reid your man?

Yes, yes, he is.

He's not my patient, but I'll make sure
they keep you up to date.

All right, thank you.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, yes, I do.

There are a lot of doctors here.

All right.

They work all hours.

Yes.

They want canteen food and takeaways.

All right, don't worry about that. It's
like home from home for me.

Coffee? Yes, please.

Now, we've established that Dr Gibson
went missing on Saturday.

Could you tell me where you were?

I was at a surgical procedures lecture.

Any witnesses?

About 60.

I was on the platform as a panel member
to answer questions from 9 to 5.

I did the main lecture, got back to the
hospital that evening.

and attended to an emergency admission,
and that will all be documented.

Earlier, you said you liked Dr Gibson.

Yes.

You seem to be the only one.

I first met her in Kosovo in a camp that
treated both sides of the conflict. She

was a volunteer surgeon for two months.

Generous and brave, eh?

Dedicated.

Nothing was allowed to stand between her
and her work.

I have to get back to my patients.

Yes, of course. Thank you.

Oh, one more thing, Dr Retnick.

Why did you resign?

Resign?

Yes, I found your letter of resignation
in Dr Gibson's desk.

Oh, yes, yes, of course. I forgot.

She refused to accept it.

I wanted to move to a smaller hospital,
better career move.

She took me out of it.

She must have had a lot of faith in you.

Yes, I suppose she did.

Afternoon, Jack. Oh, afternoon.

I'm not so sure that I want to see you.

Don't shoot me. I'm just the messenger.

Oh, good tidings, I hope.

Eighteen years and five months ago, to
be precise, for the Essex job.

I found it.

Those are the dates you were seconded.

And those are the dates you claim for
expenses.

And those are your...

Personal note.

I didn't realise I was there so long.

Time flies when you're having fun.

There are times when I wish that you
weren't so thorough.

Nothing untowards, I hope, Jack. No, no.

Well, I suppose it could be quite good.

Anyway, thanks.

I appreciate this. That's OK.

Oh, hello, George. Hello, mate. Thanks.

Jack, any news on Reid?

Oh. critical, but he's stable.

George, about this hospital thing, I
can't work it out.

Everyone who was associated with that
Dr. Gibson has got an alibi for

I mean, even she was in the wards taking
patients' notes an hour before the

waste truck arrived.

So what's your point?

Well, whoever killed her, I had to wrap
her in plastic, put her in a plastic

bag, get the bag into a wheelie bin, get
the wheelie bin from wherever it was,

right across the hospital, where the
waste is picked up, all in under an

It couldn't be done.

Anyway, have a look at this.

Colby's company brochure. Look at the
small print on the back. List of company

directors. One happens to be the
hospital manager's wife.

Jameson.

Conflict of interest, maybe.

Yeah, very big maybe.

Especially when there's a lucrative
waste contract on offer.

Yes?

James Ingram, sir.

Yeah, well?

He's a paramedic. He works at the
hospital all the time.

Is he?

Well, well, well.

Who better to wheel a body into a
mortuary than a paramedic?

That's what I thought too, sir.

Oh, did you?

Yes, sir.

Mr Mullet told me as you're short
-handed I was to attach myself to you.

Oh. And that gives you the go -ahead to
start thinking, doesn't it?

I've already started making inquiries
about... Ingram's off -duty activity,

I'll get on to his background first
thing tomorrow.

No, no, no, pretty, no.

You will get on to it tonight and give
me the information first thing tomorrow.

Good idea, sir.

I was only going to study tonight
anyway.

Yeah, well, what you don't know you
won't miss, will you?

Goodbye.

Are you learning?

Is your friend badly hurt?

Uh, yes.

I'm sorry.

Well, he's tough, though. You know, that
helps.

Oh.

Oh. I thought you should have done this.

Why not?

When was the last time you ever had a
picnic?

Anyway, it's my birthday.

Oh, it isn't, is it?

Anne, I'm sorry.

You weren't to know.

How are you? Not the different taste.

Right.

Not a spaghetti term, is it? Not quite
as messy.

Oh.

Here,

hang on.

Nan, I... I just wanted you to know
that, you know, your mother and I had a

great relationship.

Yeah, she was a lot of fun.

I just wish that she'd told me about
you.

Mum was always independent, wasn't she?

I don't know.

Maybe she didn't want to share me.

Yeah.

Never thought of that.

Women don't always want men cluttering
up their lives, do they?

No, I suppose not.

Vice versa, too.

You wouldn't be cluttering up my life.

I just want you to know that.

They want us to sell their cheap
cigarettes instead of our regular stock.

And these cigarettes will either be
stolen or illegally brought into the

country. My husband doesn't want to
break the law.

But this man... Is it Robbie Jensen?

This man, he's going to hurt us.

Don't tell my husband I came here.

Mrs. Brendan.

I have a colleague, a police officer,
who's been seriously assaulted.

I think that from what you've been
telling us here, that it's possibly the

people. So if you could give us a name,
please.

I'm sorry.

Read.

He was sniffing out someone selling
illegal fags in pubs. Tell me there's

connection.

Get the lid off this, will you?

My head ain't as good as it used to be.

All right.

Oh, blackberry and apple.

My daughter brings it in for me, and the
nurses keep it in there. Oh, yeah.

There you go.

That's not bad, is it?

Is your mate in there, is it?

Yes, yeah, that's right.

Look, if they stick him in the end
bed...

He's a goner.

It's where they've all been dying.

Bed five.

Yeah. At the op.

Into intensive care.

Woof. Stone dead.

Bed five?

Yeah.

Well, if they shift him in there, I'll
get them to give you a call, cos he'll

a goner. Sure as eggs is eggs.

Yeah, well, you do that. Thank you.

Hey!

You want to watch the sell -by date on
these things?

Oh, it's a load of rubbish. You buy them
cheaper this way and keep them in the

fridge. They last longer.

Look, I don't think she was killed on
Saturday.

Don't confound plan, Inspector.

That means extra work.

You're here to cause me grief, I can
tell.

No, no, no. Listen.

Just listen.

Supposing, just supposing she was killed
earlier.

And the killer discovers that the
hospital incinerator is broken down.

So he's caught short. No quick way to
dispose of the body.

So he stores the body in the cold room
in the mortuary. Right?

Now, what would happen?

Ambient temperature dictates the rate of
decay to slow down decomposition.

Exactly.

All right, Inspector, I'll start another
post -mortem right away.

You blamed Dr Gibson for your son's
death.

She killed him, just like the others.

The others?

Oh, come on.

For God's sake, I mean, you dug that out
yet?

There's an inquiry going on.

Five post -operative deaths in as many
months.

Something went wrong with my son's
operation.

Of course she killed him, one way or
another.

A ward nurse said that you visited your
son late Thursday night.

Yeah. Did you see Dr Gibson?

Look, I saw her in the corridor, right?

I asked her if anything had gone wrong
during the operation.

She assured me Michael would be fine.

Pharmacist said he saw a blue Vauxhall
Cavalier parked in one of his fields.

Looked really competitive.

So what?

Dr. Gibson's car was seen in that area.

All right, cool.

Come on.

Admit it, Ingram.

You were there.

Look, I went out there on Friday.

The day your son died?

You wouldn't understand.

Who told you you saw me?

The farmer couldn't have.

Oh, the bloke who runs the hospital, was
it?

James. Ah, yeah, that's him.

Yeah, he drove past.

Maybe he saw me.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

I haven't done anything wrong.

Sir!

Yes, what is it?

Sir!

That doesn't look very nice, does it, Mr
Ingram?

Are you sure there isn't something that
you want to tell us?

Jim!

It's blood.

I hit a fox when I was driving out
there.

Its back was broken. I had to finish it
off.

I didn't tell you because I didn't want
to upset you.

You didn't think about upsetting me the
day my Michael died. Just going off to

fly your bloody pigeons.

Leaving me here alone.

Just leaving me.

Sorry, love, I...

I had to get out of the house. I had to
do something.

But you didn't do anything for me.

Mr Ingram, I'm afraid I'm going to have
to ask you to come down to the station

to answer a few more questions.

Prentice, get a woman constable out to
the house and bag those jeans up as

All right, look, you can talk to me as
much as you like, but please leave

my wife alone.

She's not coping.

Michael was her only child.

If you've got kids, you'll know what I
mean.

A result, Jack?

James Ingram had to bring him in until
he checked out some bloodstains he'd

found. Did you?

Uniform dug out Robbie Jensen.

Ah, like a rat in a hole.

Oh, well done, uniform.

Thank you.

Bad timing, Jack.

Super wants to see you as soon as you
come in, both of you.

And this bloke wants you to phone him.

Oh, who's he?

No idea. Wouldn't say, except it's
important.

Well, it always is, isn't it, eh?

Well, come on, Georgie Porgie, let's go
and see the headmaster.

Inspector Frost, this is Tim Hamilton's
father.

He has a complaint.

Oh, complaint.

I'm very sorry to hear that, sir. How
can I help?

You and this other officer have been
harassing my son.

No, no, no, no.

Actually, we were asking for some
information.

Well, you're going to stop making any
association between my son and a

who works in nightclubs.

The family went through enough of this
last time.

Well, he's not the most well -mannered
boy I've ever come across, is he, sir?

Mind you, they usually say that that
comes from the parents.

You may think you have the right to
insult me and my family, you and your

vindictive colleague here.

Gestapo tactics are still in the police
training manual, I see. Mr Hamilton, I

will not have inappropriate accusations
made.

You should know better than that. If I
catch you near my son again without just

cause, you and this department will feel
the full weight of the law.

Excuse me, sir, but is that what
happened to Detective Sergeant Reid?

Reid? Oh, yes, I remember him.

Persistent to the point of being
vindictive.

Yes, and he was moved from his own
division a week after that.

Point taken, I think.

Well, sir, if we have to question your
son again, let's make

sure we've got just cause.

Eh, Mr Hamilton?

Sir?

Come on, George.

Well, I'd like to thank you, Mr Ridley,
for getting in touch with the station.

Now, I'm rather hoping that you've got
something I want.

Maybe I have.

Your blokes were putting a word about
nothing in the papers, I see.

Well, no, we didn't want to scare anyone
off.

If I have got this particular piece of
merchandise, you'll take it away.

Evidence, whatever.

I'm out of pocket.

Well, you would have heard that I'm
willing to stand good for it.

Which is why I phoned.

Thought it was dodgy.

Don't see many of these.

No, they don't give many away.

We have security camera tapes of a
highly incriminating nature.

We're also re -interviewing all of the
shopkeepers.

We also have a very critically ill
police officer.

I want to make a phone call.

Of course you do.

It's your right.

The public phone's a bit dicky at the
moment.

However... Constable. Yes, sir.

This gentleman needs to make a phone
call. He can use the office down there

the left. And make sure he has his
privacy.

All right, sir. This way, please.

You haven't got anything with him on
security tape.

He doesn't know that. And there's
nothing wrong with a public phone.

That's something close to the wind,
isn't it? Look, I said that I have some

tapes of an incriminating nature, which
I have.

Of the kids who pawned Reed's metal.

That's not Jensen. We haven't made any
connection between Jensen and whoever

clobbered Reed.

We will.

Anyway, George, what do you want?

Are you buying?

Oh, yeah.

Well, in that case, thank you very much.
It's all right, all right. It's only a

soft drink. It's not magnum champagne.

So what do I do now?

What do you mean, buy some time? They're
trying to stiff me with working over a

copper.

How will it do?

Hamilton is the sort of bloke who gets
his kicks by running tough street kids

illegal cigarette rackets. The cost of
mounting a raid is substantial.

Well, I think that Hamilton has pegged
Jensen out to dry.

Look, Jensen has told me the time and
the place where Hamilton is expecting

next drop -off. A gentle statement is
not enough.

Hamilton's father, he's a force to be
reckoned with.

Well, it's all I've got.

I'm sorry it's all I've got.

But if I can nab Hamilton, I'm sure
it'll tie in with the lads that

Reed. Well, you haven't got them yet,
have you?

Well, no, we've identified them.

We're looking for them.

So... Reed didn't pawn his medal?

No.

The kids who worked him over did.

All right.

You'd better have your raid.

Thank you.

More filth on the farm yard, eh? And a
good afternoon to you too.

Tell me, what does it take to join this
private club of yours?

A willingness to commit crime?

No, intelligence and a willingness to
apply it.

You've got no right.

Wrong. Look, I run a legitimate trading
business.

What, a smart lad like you at his last
year at university?

It's called entrepreneurship.

It's called thieving.

Buildings are clear, sir.

All right.

Nothing illegal in Bartok, Inspector.

I'm not having you lot stick an assault
on my Paulie and Jeff.

They've done nothing.

Tell him.

Tell him what you told me.

All right, that'll do, that'll do. You
never brought any money into this house.

What do you do with it, eh?

OK, son, tell me what happened.

He'd already done him.

What other bloke?

This other fella ran out and we saw him.
Some bloke in a short coat and hat.

He just nicked his wallet.

So, if the boys didn't clobber Reed, And
it's fairly certain they didn't.

That just leaves Larry Brewer.

No, I don't think it was him.

It's not his style.

Mind you, people do change, though.

There you are. Oh,

yes, here I am.

Seems I can't hide anywhere in this
place, can I?

Newport Morton and Dr. Gepson.

Oh.

It seems our Dr Gibson didn't die on
Saturday morning. She died on Thursday

night.

That's a day and a half earlier than we
thought.

Clever clogs, aren't they, forensic
pathologists?

Who says they're one step up from
watching sugar dissolve in tea?

Put the team rechecking all the
statements, will you? I'll get on to it

sir. No, you won't. You will do that
tomorrow morning.

You'll go home to your wife and that
would -be child of yours. Go on.

Right, sir.

You know, the killer must have brought
her car and her body back to Denton

General Thursday night.

That's when he discovers that the
incinerator has broken down.

He forges her signature on the medical
charts Saturday morning to

make us think that she was alive and
still at work.

It's an alibi in reverse.

But who killed her Thursday night?

I don't know.

Well, one thing is certain.

It wasn't James Ingram.

His son didn't die till Friday morning.

Just had a call from somebody called
Rolo.

Said to tell you they serve a good pint
at the Fiddler's Inn.

No, let's call it a day.

Come on.

Can always tell a copper, can't you,
Inspector Frost?

Especially the bent ones.

They have that certain look.

And then there's all the freebies, isn't
there?

Free beer, free sarnies and... Well, who
knows what else?

Larry Brewer.

Took me a long time to remember you.

I know you remember me.

Oh, my God.

All right, just Inspector Frost.

Well, don't.

You tried to kill a police officer.

I never laid a hand on him.

Cottoned onto me in the pub and followed
me out.

He's still in a coma.

I thought I could hide from him in the
cars. What did you hit him with?

Nothing, Mr Frost, I swear.

One minute he had his hands on me, the
next he was down.

Is that when you put the boot in?

Look, I haven't harmed anyone.

I pretended to be you, fair enough, but
it was a meal ticket and a bit of fun.

It was a harmless con.

That's all.

No, not harmless, Larry.

As far as I'm concerned, you assaulted
and left a badly injured man who still

might die.

Con your way out of that one.

Oh.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Nelson.

Must have nodded off.

That was a quick five minutes, wasn't
it?

Inspector, you've been here all night.

Oh.

Oh, thank you very much. I'm off duty
now.

Oh, this is better than a blood
transfusion, this.

Thank you for, you know, letting me
sleep.

Don't tell anyone.

Don't make yourself scared.

Shift changes get busy.

Yeah, yeah, OK.

And, well, thanks again.

Oh, excuse me, can you tell me where I
can leave it?

Just put it in the kitchen, second on
the right. Thank you.

It was just an unconscious act.

Part of a normal routine.

She just pulled the plug out and then...
then put it back a couple of minutes

later. My God.

And five people have died.

No one could have known.

No one.

I think this might conclude the internal
investigation into post -operative

mortalities.

The ventilator alarm on bed five was
faulty. The ECG alarm only came on when

patient's heart stopped.

Yes, you're going to cost the trust a
fortune. If you didn't skimp on

in the first place, James, and gave us
enough money for appropriate

this would never have happened.

Thank you, Inspector.

You've saved lives.

I forgot to add my congratulations and
thanks, Inspector.

She has to be in the right place at the
right time, as opposed to our Dr Gibson.

Oh, I was meaning to have a word with
you today, anyway.

You don't seriously think I killed her?

I should be impounding your car today.

And I should be taking samples from the
tyres, which I believe will put your car

in the vicinity of where she was
murdered.

Quite close to where you live.

She was killed near my house?

Too close for comfort, eh, Mr Jameson?

Look, she came out to the house. She
wanted me to reassess the budget cuts to

her department.

She'd do... She'd have done anything to
keep that unit fully operational.

So she was blackmailing you.

She was going to tell the hospital trust
about your wife's association with

Colby's and that Colby's had just been
approved a very lucrative contract.

By you, the hospital manager.

I didn't kill her.

God, what a terrible mess.

She left the house at about 8 .30 last
Thursday night.

After I'd agreed to her demands.

And she left, Inspector, because our
dinner guests had arrived.

A dozen people can vouch for me and my
wife on Thursday night.

I drove into the office late on Friday
morning, and I never saw Helena Gibson

again.

I may be guilty of vested interest,
Inspector, but not murder.

See, you don't need to use brute force.

A little humiliation works wonders. Oh,
please leave him alone.

Please. He's done us no harm.

Where would we be without commercial
enterprise, Mr. Brundon?

Welcome to our organisation.

And I think this is it.

to serve your meal, sir, but it gives me
great pleasure to tell you that I have

a warrant for your son's arrest.

Okay, George, let's go. I also have a
warrant to search these premises and

anything that I feel might be relevant,
such as computers and files, etc.

It's all right, Kim. I'll talk to these
people after.

I have witness statements.

I also have a wholesaler who swapped a
whole load of plastic dust for a

surprisingly large amount of contraband
cigarettes.

I also have a lorry containing the
aforementioned contraband cigarettes.

I have a friend of your son sitting out
there who has traded in his get -out -of

-jail free card. Your manner alone is
sufficient for me to lodge a complaint

the highest level. Well, I dare say. But
your son Timmy has been a very naughty

little tyke and has to face some rather
unpleasant medicine.

You really are impoverable. Yes.

And they say there's no satisfaction in
one's work.

You had the check.

I know that.

They told me my son was in that bed in
intensive care.

And why he died.

Yes, I'm sorry.

If you hadn't found out why those people
had died, they wouldn't have released

his body till who knows when.

We can bury him now.

Thank you for that.

Is there anything I can do? I mean, do
you want a lift?

No, my wife's here.

Just a moment, Sergeant.

Now, I don't want you feeling lonely in
this cold, melly old cell, so I brought

you something to keep you company.

Hmm.

You know about this fraud case in Essex
that I was on all those years ago?

Well, I've been looking at my notes.

That took some doing, Jack, with your
scribble.

Yeah.

Well, the thing is that I was back here
that month when I was working on that

case.

She says her birthday is this week.

Who are you talking about?

There's a young girl who says I'm her
father.

Oh, blimey, they must be serious. She
can't be after your money.

No, she isn't. Thank you, Trigg.

The thing is that, um... Well, I'm
rather warm to the idea.

You... Well,

what are you going to do about it, Jack?

If I don't say anything, she won't know.

And she'll have a father and I'll have a
very nice daughter.

Listen, then.

DNA.

A DNA test will give you proof.

No.

They've got the proof.

What?

Saliva test.

Off a serviette that we had on our
picnic.

I haven't got the courage to open it.

That's your call, Jack.

Yeah.

Thank you, Trig.

Prentice, you're late again.

Sorry, Mr Frost.

I was up all night. The baby's due
today.

Look, why don't you just take the rest
of the day off? Oh, thanks, darling.

Because I'd never get to the hospital on
my vacancy.

Oh, well, you'll have to learn to pedal
harder, won't you?

Look, just a minute.

I've got to go to the hospital to see DS
Reid. I'll get a patrol car to drop me

off.

Go on. There's my keys.

When the call comes, use my car.

Put your bike in the rear.

Thanks, sir. Which means, when all this
is over, you can cycle back.

He's going to be fine.

He regained consciousness early this
morning.

Oh, great. Thank you. Thank you very
much for all your help. Not at all.

He's got a strong will.

When some waiter was pulling him
through.

Well, I always knew he wasn't a quitter.

He'll need care for some time to come.
Yes, of course, I understand.

Oh, by the way, Jemison has resigned as
hospital manager, so some good has come

of all this.

Any word on Helena Gibson's murder?

No, not yet, I'm afraid.

Excuse me, will it be all right for me
to go in?

Yes, OK, just for a minute.

Thank you.

All right?

I see you've caught up with your beauty
sleep, then.

Aye, Governor.

I've got a shocking headache.

I'm not surprised.

You'll be pleased to know that we've got
Larry Brewer.

He'll do some serious time for what he
did to you.

He didn't touch me, Gav.

You what?

No, I sussed him in the pub.

He did a runner.

I collared him in the toilets.

The floor was swimming in water.

And I slipped and crapped my head on the
sink.

Well, that was his story.

He was telling the truth.

For once.

Anyway,

we still got a result.

You catch the killer?

No, not yet.

Well,

I'd better go.

You get some rest.

I'm going to slide off to the pub and
get a liquid lunch.

And before you ask, I won't have one for
you.

I'll have a double.

Hope I'm not too late, sir.

Good timekeeping is a knack, and it's
one I hope you will soon acquire.

Come on.

Wait, wait, wait. Watch what you're
doing.

My upholstery, though. I didn't clean
last year.

Sorry about that, scuff, sir.

I'll come off with a better cleaner.

Sir, are you all right?

Get in touch with the station. Get D .S.
Toolan down here and a couple of squad

cars. I want them now!

Ah,

Dr. Retnick.

You thought you were safe.

No body, no crime.

But you see, I've got her body.

I got it before it went into the
incinerator.

I have to go back to my patient.

You put her in the cold room.

Because you knew the hospital
incinerator had broken down.

You sneaked her car back here Friday
night, then forged her signature on

Saturday. It's a perfect alibi.

I know it all.

An idiot.

She did.

But she wanted you to sign it.

Am I right?

You don't understand what it's like
where I come from.

People like her, they watch every move
you make.

Everything would have ended for me.

She was questioning my qualifications.

Thought I was responsible for all those
deaths.

I heard her talking to Jameson.

She was going to tell him all about me.

She never told Jameson.

She gave you the benefit of the doubt.

They won't keep it on. No.

You know what? He followed her. He
followed her out to Jameson's.

Anyway, he laid her somewhere and then
he killed her.

He put his bike on the back seat of the
car.

See, that's what those scuff marks were.

I wouldn't... Oh, I know.

How's your wife and that baby of yours?

Oh, God! I forgot!

Got high hopes for that lad.

I've got a little birthday present for
you.

At least I'll have had the pleasure of
sharing one birthday with you.

No, no, don't.

You'll open it later.

I'm sorry, it's not you.

Yeah, well, me too.

You would have been a daughter I could
have been proud of.

You will keep in touch, won't you?

I really like that.

And, uh, you'll let me know if there's
anything I can do to help you find them.

You know.

Anyway, uh, I'll have to say goodbye.

You'd have been the perfect choice.