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The lads over there found it.

Just as well.

Not a couple of hours.

He'd been coming out of someone's tap.

They were very badly charred.

The killer deliberately tied his victims
with garden wire, doused them with

petrol, and... horrendous.

Nothing better to do, Inspector.

Such a beautiful horse. Why did you have
her put down?

The vet said she had to be destroyed.

Now let's crack on with these murders,
shall we?

And get that scruffy creature out of
here.

Three murders so far, Jack.

What's the connect?

I don't know.

I hope there isn't any more.

I think you've got a psychopath on the
loose.

Apparently Uniform picked up a few
floats last night and they've just

that one of them is Harris' gardener,
Mike Patterson.

I'm going to interview him now.

Look at this. Look.

This is his PIN number.

What, you've got a bad memory, have you?

Maybe I can refresh it for you.

Do you know what this is?

This is his credit card.

What did it do? Fall out of the sky into
your hole? I don't know what you're on

about. All that stuff that happened out
there, that wasn't me.

Sleeping with the lady of the house.

Right. She give you the cold shoulder,
you lost your temper. No!

Inspector. All right, all right.

Okay, okay.

Michael.

Why the card and the number?

She wouldn't pay me half the time.

So you had me go down and get the money
out myself like the old in the wall.

If I killed them, why would I hang
around?

Why wouldn't I clear out their account?

I wouldn't hurt them, I wouldn't.
Michael.

Tell me what happened.

I got the money out.

I went back.

And the house was just an inferno. I
couldn't believe it.

That's because you torched the building
and then you went into hiding. No.

You didn't go back to your flat. You did
a runner.

My girlfriend chucked me out. I had
nowhere to go.

Why did she chuck you out? Because he's
got a violent temper.

Come on. All right, all right. I know, I
know. I shouldn't exert undue emotional

pressure on your client.

Yes, all right, all right, carry on, go
on.

So you tell us, Michael.

She found out I was having it off with
Mrs Harris.

Oh.

So, what did you do? Did you do a number
on Mrs Harris, eh?

You know, did you say, poor me, let's go
away together?

Or did you say, give me the money or I
will tell the world what you get up to

with the hired help? No, I didn't know
where to go. I didn't know what to do.

Listen, I looked after Mr. Harry.

I helped him as much as I could.

Why, because you felt guilty?

Maybe, yeah.

But I was the one who called his dad.

And they had a hell of a row, a real
screamer. She blamed me for it, because

phoned him, like.

He hated her, he did.

You squeezed that number out of Harris,
and then you murdered them both.

Come on, it wasn't me!

Arnold Harris hated his daughter -in
-law, so he gets the hump, loses his

and then tries to make out that it's
something that it isn't.

Do we believe that, or should we believe
that? My money's on Patterson. Yeah, so

is mine.

Mind you, he has got a point, though,
hasn't he? I mean, if he did kill them,

why didn't he take all the money and
then do a bunk?

Unless he's boxing clever.

Yeah, that's true.

What did your Dr Harvey say?

We're looking for a psychopath?

Someone with a high IQ? Who can plan his
killings and carry them out?

Who's in control all the time? Is that
partisan?

No, of course he didn't.

Tell you what, get Lonergan to go down
the bank. Check his story, see if it

fits. Blimey, Jack, we can't let him go
unless we're 100%. I know, I know, but

we can't miss a trick on this one,
George.

And I am not taking Arnold Harris out of
the frame either.

And while you're down there, get me some
fresh milk.

Where's the bottle, Smaller?

Didn't come in.

Poor old sod.

Got any dust yet? End of the week. Yeah,
you owe me.

Oh, I know.

I'm skint and all, you know.

Enough for a pint, then.

You're a bloody chancer, you are. Half
twelve, yeah? Yeah.

You're letting him go?

He's not the killer.

Well, you can't be 100 % certain.

No, I can't be 100 % certain that I
won't be struck on the head by a meteor

three o 'clock this afternoon.

I have no cause to hold Michael
Patterson.

His alibi stands.

He has withdrawn money from the bank
before, mostly on paydays.

The public do have a right to certain
assurances, Inspector.

What about serial killers or about lumps
of rock falling on their heads?

I can only assure that most of them
won't be victims.

That's a very cavalier manner.

No, it's the truth.

All right, if you want to hold on to
Patterson and then face a grilling from

civil liberties group that cares to get
out of bed this morning, well, you know,

carry on.

Effective policing in the community is
every police officer's duty. Which we

have failed to do when an itinerant old
man gets savagely attacked.

We've let him down as well.

Well, you're senior investigating
officer, Jack.

Thank you, sir.

But if you're wrong... I know.

I'll get thrown to the lions.

If there's anything left of you to
throw.

It scares me to death watching him
leave, Jack.

He's not our man.

Trust me.

Well, it's a Reginald Malloy. The
Musicians' Union traces the dress and

mother to London.

In fact, a couple of Met Boys are
bringing her through to identify the

I've got to get there now.

All right, see you later.

Nick? Yes?

This is Dead Man's father, Arnold
Harris.

Oh, yeah, what about him? Well, his name
rang the old bell. All right, ding

-dong. Ding -dong, yeah.

Yes, I thought I knew.

What's he got for? No.

No, but he was a witness at an armed
robbery trial about 13 years ago, just

before you got here.

His face was all over the papers.

I knew I'd seen him before.

That's where one of our coppers got
killed, isn't it? Yeah, that's right.

Arnold Harris was in the bank at the
same time and made a positive ID of the

gunman. That's all I can tell you.

Hmm. Well, thank you, Chick. Something
to ponder on, eh?

Jack? Mm -hm? I'll see you let your
suspects go.

Ooh. Yes?

And anything else you can cross without
falling over.

Okay, all right, all right, all right.

Come on, Mr. Beloyed. Let's have a cup
of tea, love.

So you say you used to live in Denton?

13 odd years ago.

My record was just an ad.

I felt very uneasy when he said he was
coming back.

Why was that?

Because of what happened.

Which was what?

The bank robbery.

The bank robbery?

I was a witness.

It was very upsetting.

And after that man threatened me at the
trial, said he'd come and get me.

It frightened me.

I don't know how you managed to get it
that wet. Mine always ends up in the

bottom of the cup.

I was always very good at risk
assessment.

You spend so much time in here, Jack,
you could start your own TV cookery

programme. Very funny.

All right.

What's on your menu, Sergeant Brady?

Right. A deceased equine has caused
emotional trauma to the offspring of a

member of the public who's involved in
equestrian pursuits.

Dead horse causes grief to young lady in
jodhpurs.

It said offspring's parent, an enduring
emotional duress which threatens marital

unity and requires assistance of an
official nature.

Mummy and Daddy blame each other and
decide to call in the coppers? In a

yes. See?

Oh, Mullet and Bobcock will have you as
an inspector in no time at all.

No thanks, no overtime.

Jack, I'm sorry, it's a missing girl and
under the circumstances.

Yes, of course.

All right, come on, let's go.

And grab a handful of those sugar lumps
on your way out. Don't let anyone see

you. Sir?

We're off to see the GGs. You make
friends with the nags and you make

with the owners.

All right? Come on, stop, stop.

You're not coming like that, are you?
I'm only opening my little wardrobe. I'm

not decorating the ledge.

Come on, I ain't got all day.

I had to have a horse. You mainly
destroyed.

Why, Wyatt?

She broke her legs.

Look, I have a race meeting to get to.
My wife can tell you what you want, all

right?

Wait just a minute.

Uh, hey, excuse me.

Your daughter is missing. Not the first
time, Inspector.

It's not a boyfriend causing an upset,
it's something else.

The last time it was because I wouldn't
let her get her navel pierced.

For God's sake, her navel.

She still had it done, no matter what I
said.

I'm sorry, Inspector, I think we're
wasting your time.

My wife's in that stable.

Nice to see parental care in action,
isn't it?

Psychologists wonder why kids go off the
rails.

You idiot!

Don't you know not to step up
unexpectedly behind a horse?

No, I don't.

I'm all right, thank you very much.

You ought to put a notice on it.

Backside. If you hear about the
insurance, my husband's already left.

No, not actually.

Detective Inspector Frost from Denton
CID. And this is D .C. Donegan.

Lonegan. If you spook a horse as
powerful as this one, he'll kick you to

no matter who you are.

Oh, thank you.

Just give me a minute.

Those are sugar lumps.

There you are.

Good boy.

Had the client saw?

You didn't give it anything, did you?
No.

No, we were just being friendly.

Careful. Bite at one's kick.

She is talking about the horse, I
suppose.

Right, go on. You have a look round.

This way.

Thank you.

My husband's a trainer for other
people's racehorses. You also own for

So it was your racehorse that tried to
leave its visiting card on my head, was

it? He's a hunter.

I ride for pleasure.

I see.

But you wouldn't mind telling me what's
been happening here.

A couple of days ago, my husband
returned from France with half a dozen

he'd been racing over there.

A few days later, their stables were
broken into.

And the horse was injured?

No, Inspector. The horse was frightened
and kicked the back wall out of its

stall.

And broke its leg?

Yes. And so the vet shot it?

Yes. A horse my daughter cared a great
deal for.

And your daughter was very upset,
naturally.

Naturally.

So, well, one thing led to another.

Burglary, injured horse, and your
daughter ran off.

We've had a number of burglaries over
the past few months.

The tack room, some saddles taken, this
office, the TV stolen, the computer,

that sort of thing.

We're covered by insurance, thank
heavens.

It's been a tough year financially.

What else?

Nothing I can think of.

Inspector, I do have another
appointment.

Well, we have heard a lot about your
problems, haven't we?

I thought that it might not be a bad
idea if we had a little chat about your

daughter.

What is her name, for example?

Melanie Monckton likes the boys.

I think she's been given one of the
stable lads to come on as well.

Oh, yeah, sounds to me she's a bit
spoilt.

Not unlike her mother in that respect.

Well, her father seems to spend most of
his time trying to keep the company in

the black.

I mean, uh, out of debt.

Governor, you don't have to change the
English language on my account.

Oh, well, well, well.

Anyway, what about this dead nag?

The injured horse was destroyed by the
vet in the early hours of the morning

its carcass removed and cremated.

I see.

Any more news on Melanie?

Well, that's Stevie Nesbitt, the stable
lad. He reckons we should have a chat to

a jockey who rides regularly for her
father, a bloke called Paul Matthews.

I see. And where will we find him?

Thank you. Detective Inspector Frost.

Thank you.

Well done. Ah, there

you

are, Mr.

Matthews. No wonder you ride windows.
You're a hard man to catch up with.

No reporters in here. You should know
better than that.

Oh, come on. A few words for my punters,
especially my superintendent.

That's Sarah.

Oh, all right. Go on. I'll wait outside.
I'm not that keen on the job.

So, you've never dated Melanie Monckton,
then? The governor taught me. No

chance. I've had the occasional social
drink with her.

Must have been tempting to try your
hand, though, eh?

Listen, Inspector, I wouldn't mind
having a fling with Melanie.

You know, Melanie's right mind would say
no if it was an offer. But it wasn't,

so I didn't. Oh, all right.

I've no idea where she is.

She had an on -and -off boyfriend.

He's at an agricultural college
somewhere.

This horse that they put down, that was
one of Moncton's horses that was racing

at Le Cron, wasn't it? Yes, she was
called Starlight Runner, a nice lady.

That's a female horse, isn't it?

A female horse is a filly until she's
five.

And she's a mare.

She could also be called a mare if she's
been mated with a stallion,

irrespective of her age.

Much easier in the animal world, isn't
it?

She'd have won some serious money from
Moncton.

Accidents happen.

Some horses took over their own feet.
It's lucky that the Monctons were

then, isn't it? Nothing unusual in that,
Inspector.

All right?

I've got a ring.

Yeah, okay. All right, just a minute.
Oi, oi.

Is it worth the flutter with you on its
back or what? Not this way.

Try misdemeanor on the 430.

Sounds about right.

Your killer isn't a monster with two
heads, Jack.

He's the person sitting next to you on
the bus or train every morning.

Who is it that he hates so much other
than society?

His mother, his father, authority?

All of the above.

When he's finished killing, there'll be
a void in his life.

There's a strong possibility he'll then
kill himself.

You can't spend the rest of your life
washing cars, that's all I know.

And you're on the ladder to success, are
you? I've got plans.

No, I'm late, I've got to go.

You on for the game tonight?

Yeah, sure.

See you later.

See you later.

I don't pay you enough to have an
executive lunch hour. I'm sorry, Mr

met a mate down the pub. I work late.
Yeah. See you, too.

Here.

He doesn't take to most.

Pungent smells from the garden,
probably.

Yeah, that says a lot for me, then.

Oh, you didn't send me some flowers by
any chance, did you?

Um, no.

Someone sent me a gorgeous bunch of
flowers, and all the card said was,

for showing me the way.

Makes me feel like a regular Florence
Nightingale.

I tell you what, I could invite you out
for dinner, though, by way of saying

thank you.

All right.

That's if I'm not treading on anyone's
toes.

Oh, no.

The flowers were probably from a client.

It's easy to see why.

Well, I'll, um, phone you then, shall I?

Yes, do.

Good. Well, goodbye.

Bye.

Yes, you and me both.

Give yourself.

Yeah.

Jack?

Yeah? Reggie Malloy, the drowned
musician.

His mother's made a positive ID. I think
we've got a breakthrough.

These are not random killings.

Arnold Harris was a witness at the trial
of an armed robbery 13 years ago.

Irene Malloy, who is our dead musician's
mother, was also a witness at the

trial. Yes, I remember.

Charlie Lehman.

Real thug. Brutal as they come.

Well, was he paroled, perhaps?

Is he getting even with those who gave
evidence?

No, sir, no such luck.

Died from a heart attack in a prison
hospital a year ago.

Ah. Well, someone who served time with
him, then. A cellmate carrying out

revenge attacks.

Yeah, that's exactly how I thought, sir.

What about this missing girl?

Her car was found abandoned.

No connection between her family and the
Lehman trial.

A random abduction, then?

Possibly.

I don't believe it was an abduction.

You hope.

All right. Thank you, Jack. Just get on
with looking for layman's known

associates.

Sir.

Perhaps it's time to bring in a more
senior officer from another division.

More resources and experience.

Frost has my full support, sir.

Admirable loyalty.

But careers aren't made by backing
losers.

And sooner or later, Frost's luck will
run out.

You can't accuse me of that.

Melanie's been using my company card.

I've never even been in this hotel.

When I phoned, they said a young woman
and a man who sounds a lot like you had

booked the room.

Are you sleeping with her?

Are you? Ease off, Fiona.

I'm sleeping with you.

Or have you forgotten?

You better not be lying, Paul.

If Harry finds out we're involved, we'll
go ballistic.

But if you're messing about with our
daughter, we'll kill you.

All right, listen up, everybody. Come
on, fingers out.

Now, we've managed to trace three more
witnesses who were at Lehman's trial.

One is Tony Chalmers. He's a farmer.

And this is Evelyn Post, who,
appropriately enough, runs a village

And third... Who's the third, George?

Oh, the other is a Susan Tolbert.

She's a local woman.

Right. We've also managed to trace
Charlie Lehman's ex -common -law wife,

I'm going to be interviewing her in ten
minutes ago.

As far as Lehman's concerned,
background, connections, anything?

Yeah, everything is important. We
collate everything. Nothing is

Right? Well, come on, we don't serve
tea.

Hey, stop, stop, come on.

What are you going to be doing?

Well, it's Susan Talbot first, then I'm
off to see Chalmers.

He's the bloke that tackled Lehman in
the bank.

Where are you after seeing Lehman's ex?

Further information, then I'm going to
take a female colleague out for dinner.

That's very good of you, sir.

No, not you.

You stay where you are.

If I were you, I'd get yourself a pork
pie from the canteen and a road map.

Because you're going to take in the
glories of the British countryside.

I want you to interview Mrs Evelyn Post.

A lady of age, as we say.

All right, tread carefully, speak
softly, and don't dunk your biscuits.

Right, now.

Right.

And... Heel!

He's definitely improving.

I gave up on Charlie and his beatings a
lifetime ago.

Maybe longer.

He must have had some mates he brought
round the flat.

Mates he went drinking with. People he
did jobs with.

And there's someone he was thick with.

Talking to you doesn't mean I'm good.

You're in for theft, social security
fraud and dealing in Skag. Now you

help me and you help yourself.

You try making money any other way other
than going on the game and I got tired

of that. I'm in rehab. That's the best I
can do.

You didn't even bring me a packet of
fags, you tight arse.

Oh, yes, I did.

I bought you a carton at the front desk.

Enough for you and enough to trade with.

He had no mates.

He was strictly a loner. You check.

I bet even in the nick he spent most of
his time in solitary.

What about kids, you and Charlie?

Everything about Charlie brought pain.

When he went inside, I cheered for a
bloody week.

We never wrote, we never spoke again.
End of story.

Good riddance.

If I had any more to tell you, I would.

Sorry I couldn't give you more time,
Sergeant.

We've had a big stock clearance.

Now I've got to make sure all the new
lines are in.

Mrs Torblett, you're certain nothing
unusual has happened?

I'm positive.

But if I think of anything, I'll phone
you. Okay.

Thank you.

When Layman threatened us from the
witness box, it was quite unnerving.

But they were empty threats.

Nothing happened, of course.

My husband and I went on as normal.

And no one's made any unusual approaches
recently. No strangers about.

No, no, not around here.

We'd notice if anyone was out of place.

And Jenny does a small grocery run to
the old folk every week, so she'd have

heard.

We don't even get tourists down here.

Jenny's family, is she? The one in the
shop.

She's my eldest.

She's been a godsend since Norman died.

That's my husband.

Late last year.

Oh, David.

hadn't been for Jenny and young Colin, I
don't know what I would have done.

Colin's your son?

Oh, no.

He was a young lad who helped out around
the place.

A very willing pair of hands. He stayed
on for a couple of weeks after Norman's

death.

So you grappled with Charlie Lehman
after he shot the policeman in the bank?

Right enough. He hit me with the butt of
his shotgun.

Saw an F -12 bore.

I put one in the thing and it scared
everyone.

Blast that poor copper in the chest.

Had no time to reload when I had to go.
I wouldn't have tried otherwise.

An evil looking bag of them.

You made no mistake identifying him at
his trial?

Not a chance.

Before he was sentenced, he threatened
all the witnesses.

Didn't bother me none.

Glad I had a hand in putting him away.

An event like that can make a tight
stock of your life.

I'm sure you're right.

Your wife must have been a bit uneasy,
though.

She's strong, she is.

Tell you what, I wouldn't have got
through this year without her.

When our Timothy died, she... Well, I
went to pieces.

It was much tougher than me.

Timothy, that was your son?

Yeah.

Ten years old he was.

I'm sorry.

He was down in the lane on his bike.

Hit and run.

When was that, Mr. Chalmers?

Seven months ago.

She doesn't even talk about it.

Me, I can blub just at the thought of it
all.

A month after he died, Couldn't even
feed the beef.

Useless I was.

Lucky I had Alan here.

Is that a family member?

No, it's a casual labourer.

Been here a few weeks before Tim died
and... stuck with us for a while after,

then he left.

Can you describe him?

Well, this is very nice.

But really, it should have been my
treat.

I prefer it like this.

Remember

I

told you, secret admirers are not
unusual.

Lots of clients think they fall in love
with their therapist.

Comes with the territory.

No, sorry, I wasn't snooping. It was the
card that had fallen on the floor.

Of course you were snooping.

Yes, of course, I was snooping.

It's what you do.

I snoop too, into people's minds.

Well, this is a very nice surprise.

Life's too short to lack some
spontaneity.

There.

I was very thoughtful of you.

Oh, no, it was just a small way of
saying thank you for all the help you've

given me.

Less is more.

Oh, thank you.

So, widowed, divorced, obstinately
single?

Um, one.

You?

Two.

Recently?

No.

Me neither.

I'm it.

No parent, no offspring.

Just boring old work.

I remember me.

I don't even have a cat.

I've never even thought of owning one.

You do have a dog, though.

Oh,

yeah, well, it's just temporary.

Oh, the dinner beckons.

Would you like to come and help me?

Sorry about that. He's probably a bit
jumpy being on his own.

You can bring him in if you like. I
don't mind dog.

No, no, no, no, no, no. He'll be all
right.

He's probably seen a cat or something he
fancies chasing, but, you know, he's

getting a bit past it, so it's probably
just wishful thinking.

Every dog has his day.

Chilly?

No, thanks. I'm quite warm, actually.

Oh, that.

Yes, please. Thank you.

She'll come home when she's good and
ready.

Just like the last time.

And the time before.

For God's sake, she's never without that
damn cell phone.

I'm trying to remain calm.

I don't want to be calm.

I want to know where she is.

Fiona, she's a clever, bright girl.

She's not going to take any unnecessary
risks. She's not going to get involved

with strangers. She's going to be...
She's doing this despite me.

I know what she's up to.

Oh, don't look so startled.

She's your daughter as well.

Who's there?

I've written five books on psychology in
five years.

I have a thriving practice. There are
lectures, seminars, a dozen committees

on.

Who's got time for a personal life?

I have one once.

Seems a long time ago now.

I've promised myself I'm going to...

Slow down.

Thank you.

This here.

I'm still young enough to want some of
the simple pleasures in life.

Jack, I don't know whether you like your
women to be old -fashioned or not,

but would you be offended if I suggested
we go to bed?

Together, that is.

Well, don't go into the shop, Jack.

I don't make a habit of saying things
like that.

Well, the witnesses are safe.

If Lehman used someone in prison to do
the Revenge Act for him, he's had over a

year to do it. What about our fourth
witness, Mrs Talbot? No threats, nothing

untoward. Divorced.

Both parents died more than ten years
ago.

She has a brother, a Lionel Grange, who
lives and works locally.

Oh, well.

I don't know.

There is something in common with these
two other witnesses.

Oh, yeah, it was about time. What is it?

Both witnesses had hired help working
for them for a few months.

Mrs Post had a snapshot. It's a bit
fuzzy, but we made up an e -fit.

I had Chalmers in, and he helped me make
up this one.

That bloke worked for Chalmers for two
months earlier this year.

Wait a minute.

This could be the same man.

I mean, look at the eyes.

It's the eyes. You can change their
hair, grow a moustache, change their

but... Can't change the eyes.

These two have got something else in
common.

Both the witnesses had a bereavement.

One a son, another a husband.

Harris' son and daughter -in -law and
Mrs. Malloy's son.

Maybe it's not the witnesses the
killer's after.

No.

Maybe not.

Maybe it's the relatives.

The killer is making the witnesses
suffer in the worst possible way.

Blimey, Jack.

Susan Talbot's brother.

Get an area car over to his place right
away. I'll meet it there.

George, I want you and Ronnie to go and
double -check the prison.

See if there's been any male regular
visitors who saw layman. The killer is

outsider.

Oh, thank you for your backup.

Mr. Grange?

Yeah?

Your sister Susan Talbot?

Nothing wrong, is there? Not if I can
help it.

My sister was a witness, not me. Yes,
well, we're concerned about the

relatives.

We think that the killer may be
targeting them. Now, I can give you a

police officers in your yard, if you
like.

No, you're all right.

Thanks, Inspector, but I'm OK.

No one gets past my dog without me
knowing about it anyhow.

It's only me and my sister can get past
it. We're tearing them and else apart.

Yeah, all right. Well, I can't force
you, obviously.

Have you taken on any new staff recently
or struck up any new friendships?

I mean, anything unusual happened?

Nothing. I've had a lad working here a
couple of months. Billy Simpson.

Yeah.

Does he look like either of these two?

No, nothing like him.

All right, I'll have a chat with him
anyway while I'm here.

Hey, put that down!

Billy, stop playing silly bugger!

All right there, dog.

Good boy. Oi, you!

Sorry, didn't see him.

Didn't see him.

Who are you?

Do you live round here, do you?

Bradley Close.

Oh, right.

I want you to go out there and have a
nice chat to those two very nice police

officers. I haven't done nothing. Nobody
said that you had.

But in order to eliminate you from our
inquiries, we have to ask you a few nosy

questions. Now, go on, get going.

Oi.

Next time, check before you put a good
card down.

Is he in any bother?

Not unless you know something I don't.

Nah. Right, well, thanks for the
warning, Inspector.

If I do get any trouble, I'll always let
my dog loose.

Mind you, then you'll probably be
arresting me for assault.

Yeah, most probably.

You was nearly pinned, dog.

CCTV records beyond a couple of months
of the prison. And no regular visitors,

but Lehman wrote a letter a month.

Yeah, well, I bet that address has long
since been abandoned.

Oh, that reminds me, before I forget,
this Lionel Grange, he may feel safe

this vicious dog of his, but I'd feel
happier if an area car went and visited

his yard once in a while.

Look, I'm concerned that we're not
moving quickly enough on this missing

girl. HMI thinks there's a connection
with this.

Well, I think he's wrong.

All right, Harry Monckton is up to his
eyes in debt and, well, he still lives

high off the hog, but... Well, last
night, Paul Matthews, now he's a jockey

often rides for the Monktons... Yes, I
know Matthews. I've already talked to

him. Well, he was assaulted.

Hospitalised. Didn't make any official
complaint.

No idea of the assailant, sir? No, but
Matthews is saying that Harry Monckton

behind it.

Is he indeed?

Now, I wonder why he would be saying
that.

George, I tell you what. Go over to
Moncton's place, will you? Keep him

observation. OK. So, you think he could
be implicated in something else?

Well, let's look at it this way, sir.

There is a faint aroma of performing
fields.

What? It stinks.

Oh, there you are, Mr Matthews.

What do you do, fall off a horse?

Moncton had someone do this to me.

What, because you wouldn't ride one of
his necks? No, no, no, I don't think so.

It's probably got something to do with
the fact that you know about this dead

horse.

Moncton is up to his neck in debt.

There's been a series of petty
burglaries, followed by this rather

death. Of a fairly well -insured
racehorse. I had nothing to do with

Don't burst a stitch.

If you had nothing to do with it, you
must have your suspicion.

Like I do.

The night the horse died, I saw Moncton
drive out of the stables towing a horse

box.

Next morning...

The vet came and put the toilet runner
down.

Check his books. I can have a crook.

Yes, well, I'm well aware of that.

I checked out the paperwork on some of
these burglaries. They don't add up.

If you saw that horse box leaving the
yard that night, why didn't you say

something?

Come on.

I'm having an affair with his wife.

That's why Moncton did this to me.

I won't be able to ride for weeks now.

Oh, really?

Well, a good hiding halts a good riding.

It was a bit of a gallop towards the
end, but we finally got there, didn't

Oh, well, all right, Mr Matthews.

Don't get up. Find me a way out.

This is our third evening in a row,
Governor.

We're not even sure the Monctons are up
to anything.

The Monctons are up to something.

And thanks to forensic working officers,
there's no scientific evidence to help

us with the murders, is there?

Anyway, you haven't got anything else
better to do, have you? Hang on.

Why, George, where is he?

Moncton's been sitting in a village pub
for the past hour.

He's now gone down a lane towards a
smallholding.

There's some old railway wagons down
there, from what I can see.

George, you take a stroll in the
countryside and see if there's a good

nag in one of those wagons.

And mind where you step. I don't want
the countryside brought back into the

office.

Hang about, George. We're under
starter's orders.

Now, if there is a good -looking horse
that's better than your average donkey

and it answers to the name of Starlight
Runner, you do something like arrest

Harry Monckton.

We're off following his wife.

Out. Right, Donovan.

The going is good to firm. And if my
hunch is correct, it's odds on we're

to win the penalty shootout. Mixed
metaphor, sir.

I don't care whether it's mixed
liquorice or not, as long as we get a

We'll soon have you running, my darling.

Another name.

A whole new life.

I went to London with some friends.
They're leaving a car at the side of the

road. And you couldn't let us know.

It broke down. I couldn't find my phone.

Look, you're interested in horses and
the men who ride them.

That's your life.

I want my own.

I'm not coming home.

I want money, or I tell Dad everything.

I don't think so.

You've been using my company credit card
on hotels.

You never check those cards.

It's time to go up, Melanie.

I was having sex with Paul Matthews long
before you pranced interview.

And at far better hotels, I might add.

I had a friend teach him a lesson.

It was you who hurt him.

You!

Oh, sir, the hot nearly killed you.

She's got to be cleverer than that to
tap dance on my head.

They found an empty cash box and enough
porno videos to open a shop.

Oh, no wonder Grange didn't want any of
our men in his yard.

Well?

He died in three small hours.

Killer probably bludgeoned with a lump
of metal when chucked it. Oh, a lump of

metal. Are you sure about that?

Sarcasm, Frost.

The last refuge of wit. Yes, I know, but
I'm getting desperate.

And you stating the obvious doesn't
help, thank you, mystic Meg's personal

doctor.

Where was uniform when all this
happened? Oh, we had a patrol car go by,

they can't be everywhere, Jack.

Nobody heard the dog? Not a peep.

How did the killer get past the dog? No
idea.

The dog handler came out this morning,
got a noose around his neck and hauled

off to the kennels.

He wasn't drugged. He wasn't hurt.

I'm getting really irritated by all of
this, George.

The sister wasn't involved. I know that.

What are you up to?

Finding some quick answers.

Right.

You broke into the caravan last night
and murdered your boss.

That's not right. No one could get in
there.

Someone did.

What?

All right.

Open the cage.

Come on, open the cage!

All right, sling him in. I said sling
him in! You can't do that in there!

You can't do that!

Well, who else could it have been?

I'll just cut to the chase.

Look at it this way.

I've saved a day's questioning in the
interview room. All right, get him down

Nick.

You're cutting corners, Jack. You're
threatening witnesses and you're going

get yourself into trouble.

Don't try to tell me how to carry out an
investigation.

I need answers. I need them quickly.

And you're overstepping the mark.

You're going to blow yourself and this
investigation out of the water. Is that

what you want? Self -destruction isn't
in my game plan, George. And if you

like it, get yourself reassigned.

Jack!

I'm sorry.

It's just that this murder has got me
beat at every corner and I don't like

I want him caught and I want him put
away for the rest of his natural.

All right, all right. We know that
Simpson's involved.

Let's get him down the nick and
interview him.

By the book.

So, Billy Simpson is not the killer.

No, sir, no forensic on him at all.

But he's an accessory.

Yeah, well, I mean, Simpson admits that
he was out to rob grains, but killing

him was not part of the plan at all.

Anyway, he got so scared, he shrunk
himself under the table.

Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to
lift him this morning.

But you've insisted all along that the
killer got close to his victim weeks

prior to a killing.

Hmm.

But this time, the killer used Simpson.

You see, he made pals with Billy
Simpson, and then he couldn't help

that Simpson had befriended Granger's
dog.

And we're none the wiser what the killer
looks like, or even his real name.

Yes, and we're making a composite
picture of the E -fits, and with

help, we should have a face.

We do know that he was a part -time car
washer at Arnold Harris's garage, and

that his name is Terry Robertson. Ah,
then we've pinned him down.

Well, no, not quite, sir.

Well,

he hasn't turned up for work in the last
couple of days and there's no known

address.

So, we're none the closer to
establishing a connection between

killer.

And he might already be lining up his
next one.

False name, no fixed abode, no
identification.

Killer Thicks, Denton CID, no.

That's what I call a relegation result.

Wouldn't you, Frost?

I told you.

Charlie's life was his own.

Tessa, Charlie breathed some sort of
hatred into somebody.

Mr Frost, there's big areas of my life
that I can't remember, yeah?

You know, I see pictures.

memories like, but they have no names.

Some of the people have no faces.

You were all over the country, but for
seven years before the shooting, Charlie

was in and around Denton. There must
have been someone.

Yeah, I suppose.

We lived in squats.

Then we had a council house.

He did jobs.

He dragged us round from pillar to post.
And I couldn't leave him while he was

on the outside. He would have killed one
of us.

Us?

Mistakes happen.

I thought you said you didn't have any
kids.

Well, they whipped him into care.

I was outmured on anything I could get.
Down my throat or in my arm.

But where is he now?

I don't know.

I don't care.

It was as bad as his father. Like I
said, everything about Charlie caused

Now Geoffrey was no better.

Charlie Lehman's son, Geoffrey.

Taken into care when he was 11 years
old. Social services did a report on the

family. Thug of a father.

Drug addict for a mother.

We missed it, George.

Poor common -law wife.

The boy was taken into care under her
name, Geoffrey Meadows. Jack, everything

in here indicates that Lehman's son was
removed for his own good.

He can't be seeking revenge for his
father.

The father may have brutalised the son,
but when you're that age, I suppose any

attention is better than none. And who's
the greatest influence on a boy's life?

His father.

So, who?

It's the psychologist's assessment and
her recommendation to put in the boy in

care. All right.

This is Pam's report.

Terry, I think we're making good
progress.

See you next week.

Oh, come on, come on.

Pam, are you there?

If you are there, pick up the phone.

Hello, Jack.

Thank God.

Pam, listen, listen very carefully.

Have you had any young men as clients in
the last few weeks or months?

New clients?

A couple, yes.

All right, now listen. About 11 years
ago, you did a psychological evaluation

a disruptive family. Now, it was a
mother and a son. Their name was

Tessa Meadows.

Can you hang on a minute? I've just got
to let one of my clients out.

Goodbye, Terry.

Goodbye, Dr. Hartley.

Hello, Jack.

What's this got to do with any of my
current clients?

Now, you were instrumental in removing
the son from the family.

The mother's name was Meadows, but the
father's name was Charlie Layman.

Now, that never appeared in any of the
reports.

If you've had any new clients
recently... Jack, one of my young

left. Pam, Jeff Meadows is about five
foot ten. He's got short, dark brown

blue eyes, and he wears a cuff in his
ear. It's not a ring, it's a cuff.

But he uses the false name of Terry
Robertson.

There was another murder last night, and
I think that Charlie Layman's son has

broken cover.

I'll be with you as quick as I can.

Jack! Jack!

Neighbours reported her car roared out
of the driveway.

A man was driving.

We've got the make and index number,
Jack. We'll find her. What are we

here for?

Now, if she's still alive, we think that
she'll be within the Denton area.

I will act as search coordinator, Jack.
Yes.

Mobile and air patrols are already
searching for her car.

She's got two hours, if she's lucky.

You made them send me away when my dad
needed me.

He wrote to me every month.

You've no idea what you and the others
did to us.

He abused you, Jeffrey.

You needed care.

He wasn't a good father.

Not what he did to you and your mother.
I think you know that.

He was my father!

You're the last.

I promised him I would hurt them all
just like I was hurt.

There was no one else in my life.

But I've got no family who'll suffer.

My death won't achieve anything.

You're special.

What is the bonus?

You and the inspector.

I'll watch him suffer.

I don't mind you.

Hey, the cars are down there.

Maybe you'll beat the water.

Find a way out.

Hold on, what?

We've covered all the sections back
there. I'm heading towards the landfill

site. Yeah, all right. We'll keep in
contact.

Control to all units.

Dr. Hartley's car has been abandoned
near the North Denton landfill site.

Suspect is on foot, heading towards the
Denton bypass.

This is D .I. Frost.

I'm nearby.

Now keep uniform back. I don't want to
panic him.

Meadows, where is Jake?

Right there, mate!

Geoffrey.

Come on.

Geoffrey.

It's finished now.

Geoffrey, I can... I can help, I
guarantee it.

I'll do everything that I can to help.

Amen.

Meadows.

Meadows, listen to me.

Meadows, can you hear me?

Where is she?

Meadows, where is she?

Probably a bit too late.

Meadows has killed himself.

Did he say anything before he died?

No.

Turn him to wait.

Hang on, Jack.

Jack, check your maps.

Now, a few years ago, I was in charge of
an anti -terrorist exercise less than a

mile from where her car was abandoned.

It was an old auxiliary pumping house.

I'm sending a car for the water
engineer.

He'll bring up his maps of the system.

This way, sir.

All right.

What's happened?

They're just down here. Hmm? They're
just down here.

Yes.

Someone's flooded this section of pipes.

It's an old backup system.

I've shut the valves down.

All right.

Are there any inspection hatches to
these pipes?

Yes, there's one there.

There's another one here. All right, OK,
thank you. You come with me.

But after this second hatch, the water
goes deep underground.

If she's down there, she'll go with it.

Go and fetch a crowbar or something,
will you?

Where's the next one?

Right, you get this.

Get this open with it.

I got you!

I got you!

You took your time getting there.

Well, you're a difficult person to track
down.

You scared me to death.

I wasn't feeling that wonderful myself.

I've heard that you're going to be the
captain of the next Olympic swimming

team.

No, I thought I'd try for the... I
should have screamed louder event.

Well, listen, Dr Frost recommends some
spoiling once you get out of here.

Whining and dining.

My turn this time.

Jack, right at the end, I'd done
everything I could,

but I had nothing left.

I'd just let go.

I was ready to die.

Hey, hey, come on.

Come on, you've got to get out of here.

I want you to hear my talk.

I've done all that swatting for nothing,
you know.

Hmm?

Oh, well.

I think they're telling me to go. I
don't want to push my luck.

That'd make a change.

Now listen.

When you're ready, I'm going to come and
take you home.

I'm recommending we withhold your
budget.

Until my disciplinary and administrative
recommendations are instituted.

I'd say there are severe doubts as to
the overall efficiency here at Denton.

Now, just a moment, sir.

We've arrested a drug pusher for
peddling ecstasy to kids.

A woman for ABH. And her husband for
killing a horse for the insurance money.

And last, but not least...

We've tracked down the murderer of six
people.

Yes, an effective cohesion of resources
resulting in the reduction of

undesirable elements in society wishing
to commit offences.

Or to put it in my language, we nicked
the lot.

Not a bad result for any division.

And successfully conducted by an officer
holding the George Croft...

I think that looks fairly strong on
paper, don't you?

Sir?

All right.

You've got away with it this time.

But one day, the results won't match the
methods employed.

Tread carefully.

Both of you.

No, thank you.

I think you did a cracking good job,
sir.