All language subtitles for A Touch of Frost Season 10 Episode 03 - Held in Trust 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

Come on, kids.

Daddy's ready.

John, she's never been to a football
match before. She might be scared by all

the noise.

Well, she's going to love it.

Bobby, get a move on.

There, that's one of my best trisets.

Come on, you pair.

And remember, you only cheer when Denton
scores, get it?

I'm not stupid.

Anyway, you always favour another score.

They will.

Come on.

Now you hold your daddy's hand.

Mum, stop fussing. You can get lost in a
crowd.

And if it gets too cold, daddy will
bring you home.

No, he won't. Will he, dad?

No, he won't.

Denton will lose this and he'll get
relegated, so there's no time for baby

today, you. Right, come on.

Denton! Denton!

Denton! Denton! Denton! Denton!

Denton!

What were you doing in there?

Half time already.

I've got my handsy stuck in my shoe.

It's so stupid tight it won't make me
wear it. You're alright now.

Jack, as you well know, the Police
Promotions Board is meeting here this

Oh, yes, I know, sir. So I'll keep
George Toon's bagpipe practice down to

acceptable level.

Sergeant Toon plays the bagpipe.

He does.

Humour aside, Jack...

Jack.

I feel I must urge you once again to
apply to the promotions board for the

of chief inspector that is now
available.

Oh, yes, we had a chat about that last
week, didn't we, sir?

Yeah, and the week before that.

A decision is now needed.

I don't think I've got the puff for it.

What? I'd get constipated.

Across the chest.

It's the uniform, sir. It'd be too, you
know, restrictive.

And then there's all that paperwork.

Oh, Jack, you wouldn't be a paper
pusher.

You'd be chief inspector operations.

You've got the service and experience
necessary.

You'd be running all the serious crime
ops.

Oh, CID is where I belong.

Well, uh... After a year, you could take
a sideways step and come back to CID as

Detective Chief Inspector, if that's
what you want.

Yeah, well, there is.

It's always that, isn't there, sir?

You apply and you're in the door.

You'll have their decision in days.
Less.

Well, yeah, I... Yes, I ought to give it
more thought then, shouldn't I, sir?

And you'll give me your answer as soon
as possible?

Yes, yes, exactly. Well, if not sooner,
sir. Yeah.

Thank you.

Excellent!

All right, George.

Hello. What's all this?

Somebody's been thieving from the
graveyard, haven't they? A secret

Really? Go on, you dark horse.

Not for me.

Not for you.

Me?

Oh.

Bomb squad search these, have they?

Who is it from?

From my lover, M .H.

Who's M .H.? How am I supposed to know?

Well, I don't.

Yeah, must be a mistake.

Unless, of course, it's my birthday, is
it?

I saw Mullet bending your ear.

An in -house promotion would make him
look a starter.

It wouldn't do your pension any harm,
either.

Look, I've avoided promotion for a long
time, and promotion has avoided me.

Report.

Yeah, all right, go on, then.

One of our DCs dealt with a missing boy,
a ten -year -old, Bobby Farmer.

He's still missing.

Who handled it?

DC Slater.

I see.

What do you think?

Has the boy done a bunk, or is it more
serious? Oh, we're not sure.

Slater thinks you should speak to the
parents.

John and Emma Palmer.

All right. Make that our first port of
call. Anything else?

There was also a hit and run last night.

Give that a traffic.

No, can't.

Pathologist thinks it's a suspicious
death.

Anyway.

Terry Reid is dealing with it.

What? Read?

Well, the body was found on his patch.

Ah, wait a minute.

The deceased, Peter Johnson, who lived,
or rather lived, on my patch. So this

one's mine. Where is he?

Down the mortuary.

Oh, George, come on, don't be funny. It
doesn't become you. I meant read.

Down the mortuary.

Oh, right, OK.

Well, we'll go down there after we've
had a chat to these parents.

Oh, sir.

Jack, I've just been advised about this
missing boy.

Yes, yeah, we're on to it. I think it's
a runaway.

Well, if it's not, let me know if you
need any support units.

Yes, right, will do.

And, Jack, don't forget our previous
conversation.

No, no, sir, don't worry.

Yeah, you know, filed under urgent.

Thousands of people in the stands and
they don't see a ten -year -old boy

his seat?

Well, that's usually the case.

Is there anywhere that Bobby might be
hiding for any reason? No, he's not in

trouble. I mean, we've never had to
raise a hand to him. We barely have to

our voice. He plays sometimes on Denton
Heath, but he would never stay away like

this. He'd tell the other officers
everything.

We'd never let him out of our sight.

Well, you can't watch them every minute.
Don't blame yourself.

Well, of course I blame myself.

He's my son and I'm responsible.

I'm afraid we'll have to take his
computer away with us for investigation.

The kids are vulnerable when they go on
the internet.

There are chat rooms.

Yes, there are adults that masquerade as
kids.

They get information, form friendships.

It's just a precaution so that we can,
you know, eliminate it.

It's my hit and run.

Oh, blimey, you could have me on the
slab doing something like that. Nice to

you too, Reed.

Who's Dr Simpkins?

On holiday.

You're D .I. Frost, are you? Yes.

I'm a locum, Amanda Chase.

Oh, that's how you do.

This is a bloke, Johnson, who was
knocked off his perch. Where's he?

there. Ah, right, OK.

I see you've got a few extra customers
lined up by the looks of things.

Two more trees closed for repairs and
various bodies are off sick.

Look a bit more than sick to me.

Inspector, I don't know how you usually
interact with Dr Simpkins, but I'm

afraid I don't have time for bantering
or inappropriate remarks like that.

No, no, no, of course not.

The time of death was late last night,
about midnight.

Aye, midnight.

A post -mortem scar.

It's one of yours, is it? No, he was
carrying a donor card. The hospital

his kidneys and his corneas. Oh, so he
was alive when he was found?

Er, no.

But he was a rare blood type, which
means there's less chance of organ

when they get a match.

I see.

OK. So, what's dodgy?

Well, the hospital missed this fracture.

Laceration wounds to the skull.

Ragged strands of skin and the tissue
and blood vessels are deeply impacted.

Well, couldn't the vehicle have done
that?

No, there are splinters of bone embedded
in the brain.

I think he may have been bludgeoned.

And his blood alcohol was over the
limit.

Well, any chance he might have been in a
drunken brawl and got clobbered?

With something like a beer bottle?

Yeah, perhaps.

So he could have walked to where he was
found and then...

Staggered in front of a car?

It is a possibility, but given the
extent of his injuries, I'd say he was

probably dragged by the car.

I see.

Well, thank you very much for your help.

We've got his address, haven't we? Yeah,
and his house keys, one of his personal

effects. Well, I was going to have a
snoop round then.

Oh, Inspector, there was, um, an odd
thing.

He was wearing an elastic band around
his wrist.

Back row to nowhere, as far as I can
see.

Is this where they found the body?

Yeah.

Did traffic say anything about broken
glass?

Nothing in the report.

It was most likely fragments, anyway.

An impact like that would have left some
of them.

You would have thought so, wouldn't you?

I mean, what was he doing right out
here, walking in the middle of nowhere?

I mean, nothing's ever straightforward,
is it?

I had an elastic band once.

Is that the best you could do? Most
people have a cat or a dog.

A therapist said I should wear it.

What was it, a fashion accessory or
what?

I was trying to give up these.

Every time you felt like one, you
snapped the elastic band.

It's a simple psychological reminder not
to do something.

Oh, really?

Well, it certainly worked for you,
didn't it?

And what sort of sins do you think he
was trying to give up?

Well, if it was drinking, it didn't
work.

That's true.

The post -mortem report reckoned he had
more tar on his lungs than was on this

road. Only leaves gambling and sex.

Yeah, well, he was on Social Security.

Hardly gives you the playboy lifestyle,
does it?

Sex, then?

Well, you wouldn't want to give that up,
would you?

Well, no.

Well, no, you aren't.

The land is locked.

There's nothing in it.

Let's see what we've got in here, then,
shall we?

Blimey. I wish my place was as tidy as
this.

Have a look upstairs, will you?

Yeah.

This room obviously belongs to an old
lady.

Probably his mother, looking at the
pictures around the place.

And this is his room.

Hospital corners.

Almost boxed bedding.

What do you reckon? Old soldier? Nurse?

Hmm. Or an ex -con.

Yeah.

I'll tell you what, we'll get this
computer down to forensics. Meanwhile, I

you to go and have a word with the nosy
neighbour.

I'll stay here and have a look round,
and then I'll go downstairs, all right?

All right.

This bloke is exact in everything he
does.

Have you got anything?

Yeah, he moved in with his mother last
year. She died about six months ago.

The neighbour thinks he might have been
in the Merchant Navy before that.

Ah, I see.

Look at this.

Big tins at the back, small tins at the
front.

Peas on the left, beans on the right.

What's the matter with this bloke?

Did he eat by numbers?

Did they say what time he left last
night?

He drove off just after six.

But she says when she woke up this
morning, his van was parked the wrong

round.

Apparently, he always parked it facing
the street, not the way it's facing now.

He's pretty exact about everything else,
that's for sure.

Well, it looks like he got back late,
left the van, then went out again.

But why would he park the van the wrong
way round?

I don't know.

These obsessive creatures are supposed
to make life easier for poor, overworked

coppers. All right, cheers.

Guff. Hmm?

They found a boy's body.

Oh, my goodness.

The stench of death is unmistakable,
Inspector.

Even out here.

Well, what have we got?

A boy about ten years old.

The injury is inside of his face. It's
from one of the machines.

I'd say he's been dead for about 24
hours.

Maybe less.

Can you give me a hand here, please?

Just lift his arm for me.

Let's save what we can for the
pathologist.

See if the lad's carrying any clues.

When can we see him?

Probably tomorrow.

There are still a few things that
we've... we've got to check.

DC Marsden is a family liaison officer.

She'll be available for you 24 hours a
day.

Their doctor is on the way over.

You just be a fool.

coming in and you lot are playing silly
buggers. Not quite, Jack.

Oh, look.

There's a card.

Well,

to Jack, you lift me up where I belong
with all my love, M .H.

I'll deliver somebody up where they
belong.

Who delivered it? A messenger.

A messenger.

Your powers of deduction never cease to
amaze me.

Well, use your deductive powers and find
out who sent it.

Go on.

All right.

Oi!

What am I supposed to do with these?

Girlfriend, is it, Gav?

Mind your own business.

What, she sent you those flowers and
all?

It would appear so.

What, so you've got a girlfriend, then?
No, I have not.

Yeah, well, I mean, someone's got the
odds for you, haven't they? Look, was

there something you wanted, was there?

Oh, yeah.

Look, there's something funny about that
hit and run.

Someone ought to tell you about your
sense of humour.

Yeah, well, when we went through
Johnson's stuff, we found a ticket for

denting game.

Oh, is that the same game where the
Palmer boy went missing?

Yeah.

But the ticket wasn't used.

So he never turned up.

And his van keys weren't in his pocket
and there were no keys visible when we

went into the house.

I mean, where are they?

Well, we know that he went somewhere.

He came back home, parked his van, went
out again and got himself killed.

I don't like these magical mystery
tours.

No, I'll check with local taxes, see if
anyone picked him up.

Yeah, right. Oh, and see if you can get
that van opened, will you? Yeah, right.

Inspector Carpenter?

Yes, it's Superintendent Mullet here.

Yes, fine, thank you.

I've just been going through the list of
candidates for the Promotions Board,

the CI Ops opening in particular, and I
see that you haven't put your name

forward.

Well, I'd be more than happy to lend you
my support, should you choose to do so.

Yes.

Well, I'd like to thank you for pushing
this lad to the front of the queue.

The least we could do.

These fractures are old injuries.

Systematic physical abuse over the last
couple of years.

They were beating it.

Someone was.

God, I don't believe it.

A little girl is a picture of hell.

Well, the injuries could have been
excused and hidden by blaming childhood

accidents.

So what killed him?

His body was weakened by violence and it
finally gave out on him.

This love beating was just too much.

So he was beaten to death?

Probably.

But he also had tuberculosis.

TB?

I'm still waiting for results from the
blood test, but I'll tell you this,

Inspector.

He was alive when he was left on that
landfill site.

That's not us.

That's not Bobby.

That's not Bobby.

That's another boy.

Oh, thank God.

Thank God.

All right, quiet, everybody. Come on,
let's have your attention up here.

Don't start making any plans for your
personal life for a while because we

got a missing child, also got a murdered
child, and a suspicious hit -and -run

death. George.

This dead child hasn't been reported
missing, but he was beaten to death.

The victim of the hit -and -run, 54
-year -old Peter Johnson, was supposed

at the same football match as Bobby
Palmer, but he never made it.

Some of this might be connected.

D .S. Reid and I will be covering that
angle.

Now, time is against us, so get back to
basics, all right? It's trace, interview

and eliminate.

Move on.

Well, come on, I'm not issuing
invitations for this one. Chop, chop.

Terry, listen, I want you to go and grub
around the National Health Service

psychologist, because if that elastic
band that our hit -and -run bloke was

wearing has anything to do with therapy,
I'd like to know what it is. All right.

Oh, I've had the van taken down to
forensics.

Good.

A minute.

Tell me, what's all this about?

They use it for delivering stuff to the
refreshment stalls.

Well, come on, it won't open itself,
will it?

Is this kept locked during the game, is
it?

No.

We leave it open as an additional escape
route in case of emergencies.

So this whole place is unattended, yes?
That's right.

All right. Thank you. Good morning.

So, what could have happened?

Someone could have come up to the kid
and said, your sister is sick, or

whatever, and your dad has sent me to
come and collect you.

Yes.

Down the steps, through the open gate,
then out. What?

Two minutes?

Yes. Nice kid, friendly face, concerned
for his sister.

Why wouldn't he go somewhere with
someone?

My bet is it's still someone he's met or
known before.

Yeah, we can't dismiss the fact that he
might have done a bunk.

I'll tell you what. See if you can find
any closed -circuit television tapes of

that delivery area.

If Peter Johnson was an NHS patient,
he'd have come through here.

We think he might have been treated for
a compulsive disorder.

They've all got compulsive disorders.

Compulsive, obsessive, neurotic,
downright dangerous.

Some of them literally bay at the moon.

The ones with hair on the back of their
hands and a wet nose who can't pull over

and move along to a secure unit.

Beyond that, I can't help you.

Yeah, well, Johnson was a victim of a
vicious assault and a hit -and -run.

He was killed?

Yeah. But we think he might be linked to
a missing child.

Whether he is or isn't dead or alive, he
has patient confidentiality.

Oh, come on, Doctor, give us a break
here.

I've got to check this bloke out.

I could always get a court order for
your files.

Be my guest.

Someone should have thought this matter.

Tape shows the bonnet of a white van,
almost out of view, parked in the

restricted area.

A transit.

Johnson's van, maybe. No, no, it's a
small van.

Looks a bit like an escort.

And we can't see the number.

Nobody saw anything of a van being
parked there, I suppose.

No.

And there's no record of any deliveries,
either.

At the time that second half -whistle
was blown, it was gone.

This doesn't look good, Jack.

Any thoughts?

I think if the worst has happened to
that little boy, we ought to cast aside

pretense of civilization and bring back
the death penalty.

Now, we've checked with the regular
delivery company and they said that they

didn't have any vehicles on the road
that night as all their vans were under

lock and key, George.

So, it's a bogus van, which means if the
boy's been snatched, it's been planned.

DS Toulon is going to carry on with the
search on Denton Heath. The rest of you

are on searching for warehouses, lock
-ups, industrial estates, that sort of

thing. And let's not forget this
unidentified dead child.

Wilson.

Forensic found elements of dried paint
in the tread of the boys' trainers.

It's the kind used for painting lines on
the road, so we're checking with the

council to see where they've been
working.

Slater. The label on the boys' shirt's
unusual.

It might have been bought on a market
stall.

We're checking street traders.

All right, come on, then.

Let's get some legwork done.

Jack.

George, take over, will you? Sort out
the assignments.

Anyway, the magistrates issued you a
warrant for Duncan's medical records.

I'll take care of that.

I sent Reid down to forensics. Let's
hope one of them sheds some light.

Jack! Um... A moment.

Close the door, would you, Jack?

Jack, I thought you might like to know
that D .I. Alan Carpenter is going

the Promotions Board.

He's up for Chief Inspector Ops.

What, Carpenter of Edmund Street, Nick?

Oh, do me a favour.

He couldn't organise a prayer meeting in
the Vatican.

I mean, Ops is just not his thing.

Well, I was rather surprised myself, but
he's putting forward an extremely

strong case, Jack.

What, for organising the office lotto
once a week?

No, no, Jack, he's not that bad.

No, the trouble is, there's no
opposition.

Experienced senior officers in this
division are, well, they're thin on the

ground.

So they're just going to hand it to him
on a plate, then, are they?

The timing of major decisions in our
lives is not always of our own choosing.

An application by you would, well, I can
almost guarantee it, be favourably

reviewed.

Alan's late coming back from soccer
practice.

It is. He'll be fine.

Come on.

Don't start panicking.

This boy's only a year younger than our
Alan.

Sheila, hi, it's Liz.

Hi. Is our Alan still there?

No, it's OK. I was just checking
everything was all right.

No, that's OK.

You still bring him home later, then?

Right. Lovely.

See you later.

Bye.

Running late.

What we have here, Sergeant, is a very
clean and tidy person.

Yeah, I know.

I saw how he stacked his toilet rolls.

The back of the van has been cleaned
with a high -pressure spray and

There's barely any dust in there, never
mind anything else.

But? There's blood.

Whose blood?

Don't know that yet.

It's at the lab.

There's still traces of a blood splash
pattern.

Droplets of blood travel through the
air.

Perhaps when someone was punched.

Or bludgeoned. Maybe.

Yeah, that's it.

Johnson's skull was caved in.

Yeah, we need all the help we can get on
this.

What about Johnson's computer?

Bingo.

Johnson was a paedophile?

From where?

Hampshire. These are the files I
inherited.

Peter Johnson, 54.

suffering from a compulsive obsessive
disorder.

Everything in its place, predictable,
reliable, helpless.

You think it was a victim?

You don't have sympathy for people like
that, do you?

Paedophilia cannot be cured.

Jonathan was a paedophile for 30 years,
caught once.

Once?

Isn't there a treatment centre for
people like this?

Is that your joke of the day, Inspector?

Who would fund a treatment centre?

The NHS? The Home Office?

I don't think so.

So what do they do?

End up queuing outside your door, then,
do they?

There's a couple of hundred thousand men
in this country who have been convicted

of sex crimes against children, and
that's possibly less than 10 % of the

crime rate.

We don't have a cure for any of them.

Oh, right, Doctor, right.

Just tell me this. Do you think that
Johnson was capable of killing a child?

Not unless he panicked people who killed
children of psychopaths.

How am I supposed to identify these
people? They don't have the brand of the

beast marked on their forehead, do they?

Key words to identify your killer.

Depravity.

Degradation.

Control.

He's a hunter -predator.

Smart, violent, lethal.

This elastic band that he had round his
wrist, that was to help him to

deny any sexual urges that he had for
children, is that right?

Yes.

Johnson gets sent down.

for three years for sexual offences.

He's back on the streets within two.

I don't write the rules.

But you don't help, though, do you?

I mean, there you are. There's a couple
of sessions with a shrink.

He skips the area of his registration.

And the only thing that stands between
him and innocent kids is an elastic

bloody band.

The reality is, Inspector, he was still
wearing it when he died.

That's a good indication he was keeping
to the straight and narrow.

Well, I've got my own way of keeping
them on the straight and narrow.

Johnson was on a sex offender's register
in Hampshire, and he's been in Denton

for almost a year.

We weren't even warned that he had a
parent living here.

Yes, and what would we have done if we'd
known?

We can't make sex offender's names known
to the public.

Last time a force released a name on
their own patch, they were sued.

These people shouldn't have rights. They
molest children.

The law says they serve their time and
they shouldn't be the subject of

intimidation. Oh, the law, the law.

At least it would have given us time to
advise headteachers that there was a

paedophile in the area. Yeah, and they'd
feel obliged to warn their staff. Half

an hour later, a parent hears about it.
Before you know what's happened, the

evening news has it on its front page.

Well, at least we'd know where the
bastard was. He'd be less of a threat.

and he'd be hounded out again in no
time. No wonder these people go to

You're not defending these people, are
you? No, but the situation is a mess and

it comes back to us. Who do you tell?
Who don't you tell?

Sooner or later, it comes back to our
front door.

The thing is, it's just got complicated.

More than it is already.

Johnson had a ticket for the Denton
game.

There's blood in the back of his van. We
don't know whose yet.

And there is one other possibility.

Someone found out he was a paedophile
and took the law into their own hands.

Don't. He'll be all right.

He'll come home.

I'm not giving up hope.

It's just I have to understand why.

Why this has happened.

Why my child?

Special delivery.

Detective Inspector Frost.

Where's the card?

Hi, George.

Dear Jack, don't work too hard. Save
some energy for me.

Oh, my love. Don't tell me.

M -H.

Champagne, white wine, red wine.

Yeah, all right, all right. Come on.
You're like pigs in a trough. You're

you. Go on, sort.

Yeah, well, whoever she is, she's got
good taste. Well improved, that is.

Good taste is good taste in everything.
Thank you, George.

Just put this hamper somewhere safe.
Make sure that office door is always

locked. More sticky fingers around this
nick than there are in a toffee factory.

And I know exactly what's in there.

Right, now, read. I tell you what, you
go and get the car ready.

I'll be back in a tick.

M -H?

No, it means nothing to me.

Moira.

Moira Moine.

Andy Mo... Michelle.

When have you ever known anyone called
Michelle? Of course I did.

Michelle the stripper, the one that had
the boob job.

Oh, yeah.

No, M -H, she was Michelle Cooper.

Oh, come on, Trigg.

Do a bit of sifting.

Brady can hardly find his way to the
back door, never mind a mystery admirer.

And I'll tell you what.

Look, there's a tin of very nice pate
for your toast.

I don't like this foreign stuff.

I'm a Marmite man myself.

And when are you going before the
promotions board, eh?

Oh, yeah.

You can imagine me, can you, being
grilled by a couple of assistant chief

constables and a divisional
superintendent.

They'd have me sussed straight away,
wouldn't they?

Well, this place would be a lot better
with someone who knows what really

matters. And I'm not the only one who
thinks that, you know.

Yeah.

All right.

I'll see what I can find.

You get yourself in front of that
promotions board and be on your best

behaviour.

Oh blimey, he even folded his shop in
there.

Here we go.

The last papers on the night he was
killed.

But look at this.

He used the same route.

He'd go from here down to fresh food
only for his groceries.

Then he'd go on from there.

He's a newsagent. He bags these
newspapers.

And then every third day, you take the
van, top it up with petrol, same amount,

from this garage.

What goes out one way comes back
another.

Goes round in a big circle, clockwise,
habit.

Why these shops?

Why this petrol station?

Obsessive -compulsive.

Hmm.

And what else?

He chose this route to get his veggies
and his petrol.

A journey he did every day.

I wonder why.

All right.

Let's carry on.

See what else interested him.

Right, anyone remember him?

Him and his van.

Said he parked it on the street after he
got his petrol.

Usually came back after an hour or so.

Where did he go?

I mean, there are no shops around here,
are there? No schools, no pizza.

What was he up to?

Is South Street around here somewhere?

Uh, yeah, it runs at the back of this
block behind us.

All right.

All right. Come on, then.

Let's go.

Ah, been a while, Mr. Frost.

Hmm.

Now am I, uh, glad in trouble, I hope.

Don't know yet, Jimmy.

Don't know.

Any weird and wonderful ones?

What about him?

Name's Johnson.

No. No, he's not one of mine.

Sit him around, though.

Yeah, well... Sit him outside a couple
of times, waiting for one of the blokes

to toss his ear.

Really? Show me where he sleeps, then,
will you? Right.

Who is he?

Hands on Caldwell.

He's a creepy sort of bloke. He won't
turn your back on him.

But that might well be me, mate.

This is it.

Well, he's around, is he?

No, I've seen him for a couple of
nights.

I always tell them they go back and they
sleep rough when they've a mind.

I keep their beds for a few days.

Anything different about this bloke?

Apart from making your skin crawl,
nothing.

Charcoal.

Go bloody hell.

I don't want any of them in here.

Right, listen, if he comes back, I don't
want you scaring him off. Do you

understand what I'm saying, Jimmy? I
want to talk to him. I don't want him

a runner.

I understand, Mr Frost.

Tell you what, check with the other
divisions and see if they've got

this Caldwell character.

And make sure Holburn makes a positive
ID.

Yeah, I'll get a couple of people out
there.

Did you notice something in there?

What's that?

Johnson and Caldwell.

Both make their beds the same.

I bet they did time together.

Oh, George, any info on that dead lad?

No, we're still waiting for the
toxicology report.

What about the Palmer boy?

Well, we checked with his friend. None
of them were at the match.

Only his father and sister.

Meanwhile, I've got a dead pedophile who
had a ticket, and a character called

Caldwell that we know nothing about.

Now, there'd have to be someone bobbing
you to get him off those stands.

And the only person we know of so far is
his father.

Yes, but do we really think that he
murdered his own boy, then used his

as a shield, just to take our eye off
the ball?

No, somehow I don't think so.

No, nor me.

We ran the usual checks on the family,
though. Yeah, go on. What happened?

Well, a few years ago, the schoolgirl
reported that the man pulled his car up

her bus stop and offered her a lift to
school.

Now, it was all very innocent, but it
was logged.

The driver was John Palmer.

Oh. What was his excuse?

Well, his wife was a teacher at Denton
Senior, and he thought the girl would be

safer with him than standing alone.

It's all above board.

Hmm. Well, it might be worth a visit to
the Palmer's though, eh?

Jack.

Hmm?

Earlier.

You know what you said about bringing
back the death penalty? Well, you don't

really believe that, do you?

I'll tell you what I do believe, though,
George, that life should mean life.

It's only fair.

Who's taking it worse, husband or wife?

She's going through it.

He's holding everything in best he can.

But he's the one that's going to need
help.

He's going to crack wide open any day
now.

You suspect him?

Strangers murder between six and ten
children a year.

Families kill about 100.

Mrs Palmer, you did very well tonight.
Those television cameras can be very

daunting.

My husband's not coping.

Fathers and sons, they do seem to have
something special between them, don't

they?

Mrs Palmer...

I'm going to do everything I can to find
your son.

But I've got to ask you some questions,
and some of them are not very pleasant.

Two years ago, your husband gave a lift
to a schoolgirl.

Yes, I was a teacher at Denton Senior
School. He was concerned for the girl.

What kind of people are you?

You think my husband has got something
to do with Bobby's disappearance?

He was supposed to help us.

Emma.

Is there anything, anything at all out
of the ordinary that's happened?

A man from social services came to the
house.

He said there'd been a report, an
anonymous report, that my son was

being abused at our house.

Abused by?

What was the name of this man from
social services?

I can't remember.

I did check his identification. He was
from Denton Social Services.

And what happened then?

He interviewed me and then Bobby.

My husband was at work.

He said he was satisfied that it had
been a hoax call.

We never told my husband.

been true.

It was a horrible accusation.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, excuse me.

Frost.

I'll be there right away.

That wasn't about Bobby. I'm sorry.

Thank you for being so honest, Mrs.
Palmer.

I'll do everything I can to find your
son.

I promise.

Bobby Palmer is a trusting... He's a
terrible little... He's a terrible for

going through, God only knows.

Come on, Alan. Bad, yeah?

I'm just finishing up this stuff for
tomorrow.

We are conducting a search of... You're
terrible.

I swear I'm not letting our kids go
anywhere without one of us with them.

Right, come on, you. You've not finished
your homework now. It's too late.

Need some help?

Yeah, ma 'am.

We'll give it half an hour, OK?

No moans and groans when I try and get
you up in the morning, then.

He's in the interview room.

You sure it's Caldwell? Yeah,
surveillance team picked him up. The

hostel confirmed it was him. He came in
no fuss.

All right.

Mr Mullet's still here.

I think you should see him first, Gough.

And, um, it doesn't sound like good
news.

The Met had Caldwell in custody.

To all intents and purposes, he's a
child molester.

Was he on the sex offenders register?

No. No, he was overheard in a pub
talking about the fantasies he had about

children. He was reported and picked up.
And?

Released four days ago.

Now, that's in our time frame.

Yes, but it gets worse.

The Met had him interviewed by a
psychiatrist who considered him

dangerous and advised against his
release.

Are you telling me that they released a
man who they considered dangerous to

children back on the streets?

You know as well as I do that we can
only get a conviction on what can be

proved, not on how dangerous we think
someone is.

All right.

Well, we'll blame this little boy's
vicious murder on some arsehole of a

politician who thinks that a child's
life is less important than some

creature's ruddy rights.

Perhaps there you are.

Has Caldwell asked for a brief? No.

He says he'll only talk to us if there's
no brief and no recording.

He's done this before.

Yeah, so if we do charge him, anything
he says can be denied. Is there any

evidence on him? No, and the prints on
that child porn mag were too smudged.

right.

Sergeant Toulon, apologies for it being
so late, but I've got the toxicology

report back on that unidentified child.

I was arrested in London for thoughts I
expressed, not for anything I've done.

You hurt children.

No, I don't.

I love children.

It's because I have done nothing wrong.

You've got form for violence.

So it depends.

Where were you on Wednesday night?

Drinking with friends.

Rough friends, I admit.

Itinerants. You question them, some
might remember, most won't.

Either way, it would create sufficient
reasonable doubt in the minds of a jury.

You're a paedophile.

I want you off the streets. I can have
you sectioned.

The thing is, Inspector, you can't
section someone for being a paedophile.

Just because my object of desire is
different from yours.

You may as well section homosexuals,
shoe fetishes.

Might even be train spotters, no?

Paedophilia is not a mental illness.

An expression of violent intent will do
me, then. I've said nothing to you.

Section 136 of the Mental Health Act
stipulates that I... Oh, don't quote

chapter 21st at me! ...stipulates that I
be seen as soon as possible by a social

worker and a psychiatrist no later than
48 hours after detention. They must then

reach agreement whether I am to be
detained or not.

Don't hide behind all that crap!

I'm not hiding. I'm here.

Oh, you know your way around the
statutes, don't you? Yes, I do.

I have to.

Didn't always look like this.

Years ago, I used to run a successful
business.

Before I was persecuted.

I shall make sure that you get a
psychiatrist and a social worker here on

In Denton?

I don't think so.

And if I were not interviewed within the
stipulated time, I would sue the police

and social services, as others are
doing, on an almost daily basis.

I have rights, Inspector.

Do you know Peter Johnson?

No. What, you never met him?

Not that I'm aware.

The hostel warden says he's seen you
together.

He's mistaken.

We found child pornography in your
bedside locker at the halfway house.

I have no knowledge of that.

It was probably planted by someone at
the hostel.

You don't have absolute proof.

It is mine.

You have children.

Girls or boys?

Both.

Leave it.

Now, if there was someone like me who
was not as loving towards children as I

am, do you know what they might do to
your children?

We're going to put you away, Caldwell.

Who would someone like that prefer?

Your son?

Your daughter?

No, don't!

He gets hurt, we get done. That's what
he wants.

He stays the night until we can check
his alibi.

I'll stay for breakfast, if I might.

But no longer, Inspector.

If I find that you're implicated in any
harm to any child,

I will hunt you down personally.

And I don't care how long it takes.

I'd say we're looking for an
impoverished family.

And TB often surfaces when there's drug
or alcohol abuse.

That child was definitely infected, and
my guess is that other members of his

family would be too.

So just how do I pinpoint them?

That child was treated with isoniazid,
which is a course of treatment lasting

several months for adults.

It's not given to children.

But someone gave it to this boy instead
of having him treated.

Why?

Well, perhaps because then it would be
officially recorded on a medical file.

And maybe somebody didn't want that.

So let's say there's an adult involved
and we're sick.

There'd be a record of that somewhere.

A little, probably.

Denton's pharmacology department runs a
24 -hour shift.

Well, that's where I'll be for the rest
of the night.

Thank you, Doctor.

Anything? No, nothing.

What's the worst scenario?

Paedophiles are predatory. They often
work together.

Johnson and this Caldwell character.

Yeah.

We can't find Johnson's van keys
anywhere.

What would happen if, um...

They used a smaller van to snatch the
kid that was easier to disguise.

And then they transferred the kid to
Johnson's van.

Johnson gets cold feet, gets violent.

The other man cracks his skull and dumps
him.

Then takes the van back to Johnson's
place and parks it. The wrong way round.

Yes. But he can't get into the house to
put the keys back.

So he chucks them.

Yes, yes.

I mean, who's going to start looking for
him after a road accident victim's been

found? How badly injured was Johnson?

Bad enough to look as though he'd been
dragged.

Someone drove the van.

Someone else clobbered Johnson and
pushed him into the road.

So that means that there was a third man
involved.

And he could have been the one that
sweet -talked Robbie Palmer away from

football match.

Well, how did we find him?

Well, there was an unsounded allegation
against Bobby Palmer's father.

Social services thought that he might be
abusing his son.

We'd better check it out.

I know it makes your stomach churn,
doesn't it?

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

Don't be late, Jack.

Will you?

No, sir.

Better tell George Tulan he's doing the
briefing tomorrow morning.

I won't be there.

We had Corbyn in here last night.

Did we hold him? No, he walked after his
greasy egg. No. His plate went to the

kitchen and his knife and fork went to
forensics.

Do what? The governor wants you to give
the briefing this morning.

Where is he?

So... We've examined your career in
detail, but we want to find out about

real man.

Sir?

Who's lurking inside there?

Well, me.

I'm lurking.

I mean, I always have done. Yes, but
what about the other you?

Well, I haven't got a split personality,
if that's what you mean.

No, no, no, of course not. I meant
hobbies, interests, pastimes.

Well, I do get a certain satisfaction
from nicking villains.

But there's more, is there not?

And no man is an island, Inspector?

Well... There must be something. Your
colleague from Edmund Street, the eye

carpenter. He's a steam train
enthusiast.

Frost, you must do something other than
work.

Of course.

Train spotting.

You're a train spotter?

Hmm?

It's the trains.

You see, that's what I missed.

It's the trains.

Of course, sorry. Sorry, excuse me, sir.

And, um, sir, it's... And, of course, ma
'am. Excuse me, I've just realised

something.

Mary, wave. Wave to Daddy.

Come on, get her to wave, Liz. I'm late.

Bye -bye, Daddy.

Bye -bye.

Right, I'd better get going.

Are you home early tonight?

Martin? What?

Oh, no, I shouldn't be too late.

Have fun.

Bye, Mum.

Forty -odd years ago.

You should have a railway line running
through here somewhere.

Come on.

Steam train enthusiasts tried to revive
the track about ten years ago, but they

couldn't raise the money. Johnson had
steam train sites on his computer.

And Caldwell threw it back in our face,
didn't he? There'll be a resting train

spotted soon.

He knew what he was doing.

There it is, Terry. Call in the search
team.

Cut us over here!

Right.

Green.

Bag this up, will ya? I'm gonna get some
prints up there.

Gonna talk now.

All right, call him in.

Tell him we found Bobby Palmer.

This is what they did to this child.

Thank you.

If we had found him earlier, could we
have saved him? No.

He had no chance of survival.

Forensics found fibres under his
fingernails.

So he struggled with his attacker, then?
Yes.

And there were paint flecks mixed on the
fibres. Forensic identified them as

paint used for spraying cars.

Old engine oil as well.

That's good.

It narrows it down a bit.

I want to match Johnson's DNA with
anything that you find on the boy.

Um... What?

There's been an administrative problem.

The mortuary has released Johnson's body
by mistake.

The coroner wouldn't have allowed that.
It's a suspicious death. Yes, I know

that. But apparently there's been some
sort of log jam up at the mortuary for

days, and a relative of a man named John
Stunn ordered the funeral

parlour to take his body away.

They got the names confused?

Yes, exactly.

So not only do we not have any physical
evidence, but some poor sod's cremated a

paedophile instead of his own loving
relative.

Crumpet?

Well, that's that, then.

All the evidence has gone up in smoke.

However, I'm hoping that the blood that
we found in the back of Johnson's van is

his. That means that we will get the DNA
that we need.

Yeah, well, let's hope.

What about this first dead child?

Yes, well, George Toulon has tracked
down a family that needed medication for

TB.

He's keeping them under surveillance.

He reckons they're a bit iffy, but...
Anyway, that's where I'm off to now.

Oh, um... Jack.

Huh?

About the, uh, promotions board.

Oh.

Oh, my God, yeah.

Sorry. I ran out on that one, didn't I?

But I think I've got a valid excuse
under the circumstances, haven't I?

Yeah.

Well, the thing is, they're going to
give it to you.

Kind of what?

They'll make an official announcement at
the end of the month, but they've

suggested that we get hold of the usual
write -ups and photographs for the false

magazine. Photographs? I can't afford to
have photographs taken. I've got three

murders to solve. Now, no arguments,
Jack. It's part and parcel of the

promotion. And I suggest you get
yourself smartened up.

I've told the ply you'll be down there
for a uniform fitting.

So, may I be the first to congratulate
you?

Chief Inspector Frost.

Yes.

Thank you. Thank you, sir.

Now, speed up on those investigations,
will you?

Looks as though they'll be your last.

Anything?

The Stephens family. She's in the house
with two young kids.

Phil Stephens, the husband. He left an
hour ago on his own.

They've only lived here a few weeks. And
there's been no sign of any more than

two kids since we've been tracking them.

Hmm. But they're claiming benefit for
four kids, hmm? That's right, sir.

Hang on, hang on. Let somebody know.

There.

That's Stephens.

Look at that.

That older boy.

Doesn't look like he knows where he is.

I wouldn't mind betting that that boy's
never been inside that house before.

All right, come on, let's do a house
call.

George, you and Wilson, cover the back.

Any of your children been treated for
TB?

No, just me and Cheryl.

We took the pills that day, you said we
should.

Who is this boy?

Hmm? Don't know.

We don't know. Read the papers, you
watch the telly, don't you?

He was the young lad who was found dead
on a waste -filled site.

You didn't even look.

We don't know nothing about him.

He was never here.

Why would he be here?

What? I never asked you if he'd been
here.

What's the names of your children? Don't
be stupid.

I want you to tell me the names of your
children plus their birthdays.

Because I've got them all here.

From the Child Benefit Office. What's
his name? The oldest.

What?

What's his name, the one that you
brought in just now?

Michael.

When's his birthday?

He never remembers.

It's the 17th of May, 1997. Look, you
can't just come in here and mess us

We've done nothing wrong.

Is that your name, is it, Michael?

Tell him, then. Hmm?

Michael. Is your name... All right,
that's enough. Quiet.

Tell me when your birthday is.

Will you tell me when your birthday is?
Can you do that? We've already told you!

Shut up!

All right.

Come on, you come with me.

All right, you haven't done anything
wrong. You're not in trouble.

I want you to go with that nice lady
over there.

You don't say nothing.

Nothing. All right, leave him alone.

It wasn't me what took the lad away.

It wasn't me.

Silly bitch.

I'm not going down for that.

Caution her.

Get child protection here, will you?

Come on.

How did you get him, sir?

Well, when in doubt, take out your
shopping list.

Now, these injuries were sustained over
a two -year period, and now he was with

you during this time.

I never laid a hand on him.

You beat him and killed him.

Not me.

Not you.

But someone was continually beating him.

I wonder why he didn't run away.

I don't know.

Maybe he loved me.

Hmm.

Why didn't he run away?

I kept him in.

He never went out.

Never. Unless one of us was with him.

But you dumped his body.

Your Phil is next door blaming you for
everything.

He says you're the brains behind it all.

And looking at him, that's not difficult
to believe.

But you were the one hurting those kids,
weren't you?

Did you?

Did you hurt them?

Did you hit them until they were
terrified of you?

Maybe you hit this little kid and he
became sick

and you panicked and he died.

When we all got

sick...

We tried to fix him.

Look, I thought we were dead.

Phil shook him and slapped him a bit,
but he didn't come round.

I didn't know what else to do.

Phil dumped him.

He was the one who weighed it in the
kids.

He used to go off his head.

How do I know that?

He hates kids.

Even our own.

He scares the hell out of me, never mind
the kids.

That's not enough.

Look, you talk to our own kids.

You tell them they're safe from him.

They'll tell you who did the beating.

All right.

What was this kid's name?

His real name?

I don't know.

All right, bang him up.

Oh, benefit fraud.

People are passing off runaway kids as
their own.

Then they're passing the kids from one
family to another.

Of course, the thing is that if they'd
taken the kid to hospital when he got

then their fraud might have been
discovered.

Oh, my God.

These people are heartless.

Don't worry, they'll roll over.

We'll get some of them that are
involved.

Not enough, unfortunately.

What about the Palmers, Jack?

What about their boy?

Well, they've got to go through the
torture of the mortuary again.

But there's no mistake this time.

Put that out.

You've got me to calm your nerves.

Have you been on to social services
about checking out Palmer?

Yeah, got people there now.

Where are we going?

We're off to find Johnson's DNA so we
can link him to the murder.

I don't see how without a body.

Well, there are bits of him around.

I mean, they whipped out his kidneys.

Someone must have them somewhere.

You won't give her consent?

The doctor says there's a risk of
infection.

All right.

I could have done with your help in
there. I'm trying to pin down a child's

murderer. I'm sorry.

She's been through too much as it is.

A kidney transplant is a painful
procedure.

Yes, yes, I'm sure.

Anyway, thank you for your help.

I thought the donor's corneas were used.

I can get DNA from his corneas.

Taking a swab from a cornea transplant
is going to hurt.

All right, let's ask.

Hello,

Alice. It's Dr. Stewart.

This is Alice Thompson.

She's 18 years old.

Alice, this is Detective Inspector
Frost.

He's the one who needs your help. Hello,
Alice.

Hi.

I'm not allowed to tell you anything
about your donor.

But someone hurt a little boy, and I'm
trying to find out who it is.

So this is about getting the DNA.

That's right.

Did... The person who helped me, did
they do something to the little boy?

I don't know.

That's why I need your help.

I don't think I could bear to look
through the eyes of someone who'd hurt

somebody else.

You mustn't think like that.

Your eyes reflect what you see, reflect
what you feel.

There's no other way of doing this, and
I know that you've been through an awful

lot.

And I'll understand perfectly if you say
no.

I think I need to know as well.

Thank you.

Have you two seen Jack?

No, I haven't seen him, no. No, I mean,
have you seen him? Out here. He's only

gone and done it. And there's a
photographer waiting with Molly in the

conference room.

Wonderful. Yes.

I never thought I'd live to see the day.

Yes, yes. All right, George. It isn't
silent and sealed yet.

Then I'm going to have these mug shots
done.

And that doesn't mean to say that you
lot can't find something sensible to do.

Thank you.

Congratulations, Jack.

Sir.

You're one of us now.

I was difficult. You just wait. Thank
you, George.

That's what I need. Thank you.

Have you got a moment, sir?

Oh, leave it out, Trigg. I haven't been
elevated to the aristocracy just yet.

Jack, this unknown personage who's been
spoiling you, I think they've made some

headway. Yeah, good man. Who is it?

This individual has been described as
tall, blonde, wears tight leather

trousers, and likes a lot of flashy
jewellery.

Oh, come on, who is she?

It's a he.

You what?

He's the one that's been sending you all
the gifts.

My honey, M .H.

Phyllis Morgan always used to call her
son Barry, my honey.

I remember.

You arrested him for soliciting an
assault a couple of years ago. That's

He's probably done his time and he's out
by now.

Where are you going?

I'm going to find my honey.

Dennis, I didn't know.

You're the one who put him away.

All right, darling.

See you next week.

Ta -da.

He deserved prison, and that's the
truth.

He didn't deserve to die in there.

Well, what happened?

Got himself into a knife fight.

Well, who did you use, eh, to send the
stuff to me?

One of Barry's friends.

We knew your lot wouldn't take long to
work out a bloke was doing the buying.

Sooner or later, I wanted you to squirm.

Well, you wasted your money then, didn't
you?

Play to the birth of ego.

That's what he told me before he died.

He'll cringe if he thinks one of us
fancies him.

I don't care what people are.

It's how they behave.

He always said you were a queer, Aether.

Your son was a rent boy who slashed a
man with a knife.

It's not my feelings you've got to worry
about. It's yours.

It's about time you admitted it. I did
what he told me to do.

He was my son.

He was a violent little swine.

But he was my boy.

You're going to charge me?

For what?

Wasting your own money?

For having a laugh at me?

You ain't the first.

You won't be the last.

Not in my noddy suit yet.

Right. Come on, then.

Where are we in the Bobby Palmer case?

The DNA from Johnson's cornea
transplants back, and so is the DNA from

Caldwell's knife and fork.

Right. And?

Johnson did not take part in the assault
on the Palmer boy. However, Caldwell

did.

Right. We got the bastard.

Yeah, and so did another man.

Well, maybe Johnson was trying to
protect the boy after all.

We've got to find Caldwell.

Yeah, well, he's not been at the hostel
since we lifted him.

Well, that's no surprise, is it?

This third man.

It could be the father.

Oh, I don't see it.

It just doesn't feel right. And I was
wrong about him before.

Well, he was interviewed for attempting
to talk a schoolgirl into his car.

And social services accused him of
abuse.

Yes, but he was genuine when he saw his
son's body. He didn't fake that. I know

it.

Jack, we've already had one case of kids
being sold for profit.

Yeah, maybe Palmer's been selling his
son to the perverted.

He was the only one we know about at
that football match that a boy might

trusted. I mean, Palmer could have just
handed him over.

We've got to bring him in for
questioning, Jack.

I'll finish him.

All right, George, I tell you what.

Double -check the allegations, and if
they're kosher, we'll bring him in.

You can't think I'm involved.

My baby is dead.

Emma, for God's sake. I don't know. I
don't know.

They said that you've been abusing him.

They came here to the house and said
that you've been hurting him. No, Emma,

please, no. That's not true.

You can't say that. That's not right.
You've got to believe me. I can't.

My son was taken from me.

They took him from me and they killed
him when I was supposed to be looking

after him.

My son.

My boy.

You think I killed my own son?

I've already told the officers that were
here earlier. There is no record of

anyone named Palmer being questioned by
anyone from this office.

Mrs Palmer is a very sensible woman.

She checked the man's identity.

Well, there is nothing, I'm afraid.

And there were certainly no allegations
of abuse against anyone in the Palmer

family.

Then we've got someone out there posing
as a child welfare officer.

They get to the kids by frightening the
parents.

Yeah, he threatens them with a court
order if the parent doesn't let him see

child there and then.

Once he's seen the child, he's halfway
to building a relationship.

All right, if it wasn't someone that
worked here, maybe someone he knew.

What about someone who's left the social
services in the last couple of years?

If you saw our workload, you'd be
surprised anyone stayed.

Think! I've already got one child killer
out there.

Three years ago, we were taken to an
industrial tribunal by one of our

caseworkers. He was claiming unfair
dismissal. Oh, yeah? What was his name?

Martin Drew.

He moved. I don't know where he lives
now.

So, go on. What happened?

Well, he became too involved in a
paedophile case.

Drew claimed that he was attempting to
understand the psychological profile of

the offender.

Yeah, look, we need the address of a
Martin Drew.

You say involved?

What do you mean?

Obsessed?

Yes. If you like.

He resigned before it went to tribunal.

Didn't anyone become suspicious?

Social services have enough bad press.

We didn't want any adverse publicity.

Well, you're not doing yourself any
favours now, are you?

All right.

What was this sex offender's name?

Peter Johnson.

There's only one Martin Drew in the
Denton area. George is on his way there

Right.

Right. So let's think about it.

Drew meets Johnson when he's in prison.

And then he spots Johnson when he comes
back to hide in Denton. But meanwhile,

Drew has made another dangerous friend.

Caldwell.

Does your husband work in the garage
business?

What? No, no, no, he's a sales
representative.

He is restoring an old car.

Where? He has a lock -up on the
industrial estate.

All right, George.

Mrs Drew, this is Detective Inspector
Frost.

How do you do? He's in charge of the
investigation.

What investigation?

The murdered boy, Bobby Palmer.

Something happened to my son.

I don't believe that either of your
children are in any danger.

Is your husband at work?

Yes, he's away today and tonight.

I found this, and there's about a dozen
tapes in here as well.

All right, well, let's connect it up.

Please tell me what's going on. Drew had
a lock -up, apparently. He's spray

-painting an old car. I don't understand
any of this.

We have reason to believe... There's a
video of the school here.

I know that's my daughter. Martin filmed
us.

Hang on.

All right, go on, run it on.

Hey, Daddy.

Bye -bye.

Right, I'd better get going.

He's filmed over another school.

He's been out videotaping kids.

Hang on.

Who's that?

Do you know who that is?

No.

That looks like St Agnes' school to me.

No, it's not. It's Canyon Road Primary
School.

I can tell. Look, it's got the chimney
in the background.

That's less than ten minutes from here.

It took to date a couple of days ago,
sir.

That kid could be the next target.

Come on.

All right.

I need to stay here, George. I want you
to have a... Tell everybody, make sure

they know what they're looking for.

Come on,

stay here.

Are you all right? Can I help?

My little boy, I don't see him.

He usually waits by the playground.

His rucksack was over there.

All right, all right.

All right, stay here. Slater!

Can you hear me, classmate lady?

Stay here, if you're on.

John! I think they've got the poor way.
Right.

They've got to be stuck in this traffic.

Right.

All right.

All right, George, let's turn this way.
Right.

Check the vehicle, George.

Right.

All right, all right, son.

All right. Come on. I'm a policeman.
It's all right. It's all right. You've

to me. Good boy. Good boy. Take him with
you. All right, got it. Come on, you.

Come on out, you.

Come on.

Ah, such a shame.

What? What?

You're a very tender child.

I was very close to teaching you about
real love.

Haven't you ever thought how it must
feel?

We found everything in the lock -up.

They spray -painted the escort van as
they needed it.

Martin Drew confessed.

They tried to pull Johnson into things,
and they killed him.

Well, Caldwell did, at least.

When Johnson tried to save the boy from
being hurt.

Johnson wasn't exactly a strong bloke,
but he thumped Drew, which gave him a

bloody nose.

It was Drew's blood we found in the van.

How did you know it was that van?

What? A playground maintenance van.

Well, it wasn't a council van.

Denton Council look after playgrounds.

Have we told the Palmers here?

Yeah.

The Drewsburgers' investigation set the
rot in. The Palmers were splitting up.

Well, fear and doubt like that creep
into a marriage. It doesn't stand much

chance, does it?

I'm going out for a while.

They're precious, aren't they? I can
smell them, they're so fragrant.

They're beautiful, thank you.

And your doctor told me that you'll be
able to see them soon.

Yeah, yeah, not long now. Dressing's
coming off in a couple of days.

I thought that you might like to know
that the person who donated their

for your transplant...

Well, at the end of the day, they tried
to save a little boy's life.

Thank you.

Yeah, I was worried about that.

You shouldn't be. You just concentrate
on getting better soon.

And the truth is, without your help,
another little boy

might have got hurt.

So, thank you very much.

Will you visit me again?

Later. I'd like to see you.

Of course I will.

It appears that no one saw anything.

All the officers involved seemed to
think that Caldwell was either resisting

arrest or fell when he was pulled from
the van. You seem to have their total

support, Jack.

Yes, thank you.

Caldwell's pressing charges, of course.

There'll be an inquiry.

You'll be suspended until a conclusion
is reached, and you'll have to give

evidence. Yes, I know that.

Right.

I'm sure this whole matter, you know,
can be swept under the carpet.

Caldwell wants to make a deal.

He'll drop these...

trumped -up charges of assault against
you for, um... well, for certain

considerations.

No, I don't think so.

You're... you're admitting the assault?

Yes.

I've never lied on the witness stand,
and I have no intention of starting now,

not for scum like Caldwell.

Jack! You're throwing it all away!

Your whole damn career is in jeopardy
here. Your promotion?

It's right there after all these years.

For God's sake.

Jack.

I know.

I didn't think that my career as a
copper was going to end like this

All right.

From now, you're on indefinite
suspension.

Clear your desk.

Sure.

Jack?

I'm sorry, Jack.

No, there's no need to be.

Truth is, he deserved a thumping.

I just happen to be the bloke lucky
enough to do it.

Fickle finger of fate.

Right, well, that's it then. I'm off.

I want you to thank the team for me.
They did a cracking good job. I'm very

proud of them.

Thank everyone for what they said to Mr
Mullet.

Well, now you can smoke to your heart's
content.

Make sure you irritate the hell out of
Mr Mullet before you go back to Edmund

Street.

Yeah, I'll do that, Gaff.

Goodbye, George.

Jack, I... Oh, no, George, no.

I can't afford to let the troops see me
pretending I've got something in my eye.

Now, can I, will I leave?

You look after yourself.

You think this is Last Night at Denton
Prompt?

I'll be back.