All language subtitles for A Touch of Frost Season 11 Episode 01 - Another Life 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

I'm here today to advise you on the
outcome of our internal investigation

whether you will be reinstated.

You've been on suspension now for seven
months.

And 11 days, yes.

Ultimately, it is my decision whether to
reinstate you or not.

You understand that, Frost?

Yes, I do, sir.

Anton Caldwell raped and murdered
children.

But your professional integrity was
severely compromised when you assaulted

Yes, sir, I know that.

I want it known loud and clear that I
will not tolerate any officer, any

officer, no matter how damned clever
they are or how fine a service record

have, to assault a suspect.

Am I getting through to you?

Loud and clear, sir.

The internal investigation concluded
that your actions cannot be condoned.

Those actions were in response to
extreme provocation from a suspect

arrest whilst uttering obscene
descriptions of the crimes he had

against children.

It is my decision that you are
reinstated as detective inspector.

Yes, sir.

Thank you very much, sir.

As far as I'm concerned, Caldwell was a
blight on the face of the earth and your

career. He's gone to where he belongs.

Well, let's just say his murder in
prison saved your neck.

and sundry scum of Stenson who'll be
wanting my undivided attention.

Where's my monthly meeting, Jack?

You've got to join us so I can bring
them up to speed.

No, no, sir, no, it's all right. If
you've got enough to do, you won't want

getting in your way, will you? No, no,
no, not at all. What better way to

welcome you back than to include you in
the briefing?

Yes, what better way indeed, sir?

Pity about the rain. Yeah.

Now, the lollipop campaign has been a
great success.

Lollipop campaign? By getting doorman at
the various clubs to hand out lollipops

at closing time, young people are
verbally less abusive and less likely to

instigate physical violence.

Where's Lawson?

Duty to the ID, sir. I'm sure you'll all
be interested... I'll bet she's done

all the graphs.

I'll leave a copy of these statistics on
the table here so that you can all

peruse them at your leisure.

These statistics are proof positive that
passive prevention is a vital key in

diverting the latent energy of potential
troublemakers.

I can't tell you how pleased we are to
see you back.

Mullet's been like a mother hen.

Sticking his beak in every five minutes.

Not so much about missing me. More to do
with getting mullet off your back, is

it? Something like that, Jack. Better
bring me up to speed, then.

Sergeant Toulon, the monthly report went
on my desk this morning.

Oh, I'll get that sorted, sir.

Paperwork gone to hell in a hang car,
has it, sir, since I've been away? Quite

the opposite, in fact.

DS Toulon's been quite prompt.

Oh, it's mine.

No, no, I think it's me, Jack.

Nobody knows you're back yet.

Dear Stooler.

I was thinking of giving these to the
constables to take to the schools for

Crime Awareness Week.

Welcome back, Jack.

Thank you, sir.

Hello, Lawson.

Oh, go!

Good to see you again. And you.

So, what have we got?

Swimming without a licence, was he?

Yeah. A bloke from a narrowboat said he
found him. Said he saw him standing on a

bridge. Then he saw him again later,
about half a mile up the canal.

Alone, was he?

Yeah. Didn't see anyone else with him.

Here we go.

Dead man's watch.

Stopped just before half nine.

Very nice. Expensive watch, that.

Any chance he was suicide?

Well, doesn't make a lot of sense if it
was suicide.

Even less if it was attempted robbery.

Oh, yeah?

Why's that?

Well, apart from his watch and the
wedding ring, we've got an envelope with

,000 quid and 50s.

Oh, yeah.

Well, and you wasn't popping it out for
a bag of the bags in the newspaper, was

you?

Go on.

What else?

Well, we've got a remote key fob for a
Ford vehicle and another unidentified

key. A small waterlogged notebook.

Well, yeah. No ID?

No, Gav. Wallet's missing.

Sounds like a mugging that's gone wrong
to me.

Where is his car, then?

No sign of it, Gav. Looks like he walked
here.

Well, with 6 ,000 quid on him, you'd
have thought he could afford a taxi.

I place his age at about early 40s.

His hands indicate that he's a white
-collar worker.

He's a non -smoker.

And so far, there's no sign of any drug
or alcohol abuse.

Oh, so he died of boredom, then, did he?

Not quite.

Dr Mackenzie wouldn't have noticed
anything untoward. The body was cold,

would have sealed the wounds.

And the water would have washed away any
bloodstains.

Wounds?

Well, it's nothing obvious to me.

Just here.

Good Lord.

Two stab wounds to the heart.

Very neat and tidy, isn't it?

The cuts are so close together, there's
very little change of angle.

So it wasn't a frenzied attack?

No, I'd say they were caused by a short,
sharp, fast thrush.

Someone got close, then maybe panicked?

Yeah.

Like an amateur.

Amateur burglar going wrong.

Possibly, yeah.

Any idea what kind of knife?

Very short, sharp blade. Something like
a modelling knife or a kitchen knife,

perhaps.

Well, he was first seen on this bridge.

It was pouring with rain.

I don't reckon he would have walked very
far.

So he must have parked his car nearby.

Let's go and have a look, shall we?
Yeah.

Haha! Try.

Pull.

Not that one.

Pull.

This is it.

Alright, what have we got here?

First aid kit there.

Torch.

Snap. Snap book.

Pair of ladies sunglasses.

You've got your kids books in the back
here.

Well, this bloke was married, all right.

If there's anything else.

No, no, no service book.

Try that other key in the lock, will
you?

No,

different car.

All right, let's have a look in the boot
then.

Hey, look at that.

Nothing.

This bloke wasn't very helpful, was he?

Nope. All right.

Let forensic get their hands on this.

You check out this number plate, will
you? Oh!

Oh! Gov? Oh, Christ! What is it?

I threw this bloody lolly back on my
tooth.

Oh, God! You really shouldn't be let
out, should you? No!

You're going to pull it out. You are
going to pull it out. I'm not going to

anything out.

Gov, I'm not going to touch it.

Let's have a look, shall we?

Mm -hmm. Mm -hmm.

It's the little vices that cause us the
most pain.

I'm forever parking in the wrong place.

Toffee lollipops are a bit like parking
tickets.

Stick like hell and a bugger to get off
sometimes.

Your tooth has broken.

The filling has come out, and the sticky
toffee is holding on to a shattered

piece of tooth which has exposed the
nerve.

Oh, no.

So, we can't get an injection into you
until that lollipop comes out.

So,

it's going to hurt.

Are we ready, then?

Oh, no.

I know the cost of those parking tickets
always makes my eyes water.

Hello,

Reggie. Two pork chops, thank you.

You look bloody marvellous.

Thank you, Reggie.

Subtle as ever.

Give me £2 .10, please.

See you tonight, then.

Of course.

No, I think it's better if we do it like
this.

Have you told her yet? No.

Have you told him yet?

Tonight, then?

Yes. We'll tell them tonight.

You see, the thing is, if you haven't
eaten all day, that Novocaine can make

feel sick as a dog.

No?

Right.

Well, you don't think I'd pay for that?

Well, we can't let it go to waste, Jack.
And I'd miss my lunch.

Don't you tell Mullet there was a
lollipop that did this. There's no way

to live it down.

Of course not.

That is it.

Look at these pain killers from the
dentist.

You know, the heavy -duty ones.

Not good, none of them. Empty stomach,
that.

Look, you've already said that once.
Anybody got any good news?

Forensics have dried out the dead man's
notebook.

Not really a lot in it, just these
numbers.

J121 -0464, J216 -1173.

Two beginning with G.

That could be anything, isn't it?

Deposit box numbers, map references,
lotto numbers for some people.

We even tried working them out as
telephone numbers, but without any luck.

Well, I'd better be getting on, Jack.

Yeah, me too. I'm going to check out
that car number plate before we go home.

Which is approaching fairly rapidly.

Thanks. See you in the morning.

Thank you.

So what do you say?

I'll just come here.

The competition's at the end of the
week. I know, Dolores, and I'm sorry,

but Shelley and I just feel connected.

I bet you bloody do.

How long have you two been going out
there?

You think he'd rather hobble around the
dance floor with a poison dwarf like

you? Personal invective is unacceptable.

Dolores deserves better than this, and
so do I. You're my partner. We've

practised for months.

Over the past few weeks...

Shelley and I have had a few private
sessions at our own.

Not on the dance floor, I presume.

Men? Watch your mouth, Belmont.

Just because you're a fancy lawyer
doesn't mean you can't lose a few teeth.

I won't be threatened.

This is bloody unfair, this is.

Dolores dances like a dream.

I'll pardon you, Dolores.

We can beat them any day of the week.
Thank you, Reg.

I'll deal with it.

You couldn't dance your way round a pork
chop, Muldane. Clear off.

It's none of your business.

Reg. You go downstairs.

Off you go.

It's all right. Honestly, go on.

Morrison, you're breaking every rule of
etiquette. What you've done is

appalling.

Please, reconsider, won't you?

Come on now, we've done it together for
months.

It's a tango. I know, couldn't it?

That's what I'm thinking, Morrison.

There's always next year, Dolores.

You're part of somebody else.

I'm so sorry, my dear.

Modo winkies, modo winkaries.

You win some, you lose some.

Oh, Oscar, you are a fool.

Perhaps we should partner each other.

That would show them.

Perhaps we should.

Thank you, Oscar.

You're very kind.

Right, so the car's registered to a
company called CombiMed.

It's a box number and a street number.

Hang on, hang on.

Here it is.

The right number.

Combi... what?

CombiMed.

I thought it was a pharmaceutical
company or something.

Not here, it's not.

Oh, well.

It's got most boxes.

Right, who's the bloke who rents this?

No idea.

He does come in and check the box, does
he?

No, and there's never been anything
delivered either.

Did he pay for the box by check? No, he
pays cash.

A year in advance.

Not anymore, he doesn't.

Who was this bloke?

Ah.

Did you get a hot water bottle on that?

Oh, yeah, I'm going to look great,
aren't I, walking around the station

hot water bottle strapped to me, eh?

When you get to bed, I meant.

Yes, all right. Well, until that time
comes, who is this bloke who is a ghost?

More ways than one.

He must have been dodgy. He didn't want
to be found, that's for sure.

And his fingerprints weren't on file.
And why have a dummy address with a

company name that never had any mail
delivered to it?

Because Mr No -Name was up to no good.

What I do not know yet.

George, what have you got?

Well, forensics say they've got two
partial footprints for us which don't

the dead man's. All right, OK. Well, we
go down to forensics later.

Anything else?

Pathology reckon there were traces of
antifungicide in the dead man's wounds.

Oh.

Could that have been on the blade?

Probably, yes.

Do they know what the antifungicide was?

No, we don't know yet, no.

It seems fairly common, so it's far too
early to isolate. Thank you.

Right, good news. I've backtracked the
sales history of that car.

Oh. Has the mystery been resolved?

Well, before it was registered to the
CombiMed company two years ago, it was

sold to a Jenny Burrows from North
Denton.

Right, George, you stay here. You and I
will go and have a word with this lady.

And you can do all the talking, because
you're good with ladies.

Right, go.

Probably a good idea you gave your jaw a
rest anyway.

Good dog.

My little girls have gone down, sorry.

Mrs. Burrows, we're making inquiries
about a Ford car that you sold two years

ago. Yes.

Mrs. Burrows?

Excuse me.

Is that your husband?

Eddie, yes.

I'm sorry, I've got some very bad news.

I don't know why he'd be at the canal.
It doesn't make any sense.

He was due back from a business trip.

He's a... a pharmaceutical rep.

Travels a few days a week.

And who's that for?

Um... Tri -State Pharmaceutical.

Mrs Burrows, have you any idea why your
husband might have had a...

substantial amount of cash on him.

Well, um... I don't know. He, um...

He always gave me my housekeeping in
cash.

Um... Said that it was better to spend
what you had and not what you borrow on

credit card.

Try those other keys in that car, will
you?

No, too much doubt, Paul.

I don't know. No credit card debt.

Buys his wife's car and then registers
it in a non -existent company's name.

More smoke and mirrors, if you ask me.

Poor woman.

Yeah, I know. The deeper we dig, the
worse it will get.

Aha.

He used to work for us, yes.

He left two years ago.

You, uh, know a company called CombiMed?

It seems that Burroughs ran an agency
business selling pharmaceutical

including yours.

An outside agency? Yeah.

I reckon that's fine, sir.

Why? Well, no pharmaceutical company
would allow an outside agency access to

product. You've had to announce you're
giving your product to the opposition.

I haven't heard from Burroughs since he
left.

Let's see.

You haven't got a painkiller around the
place, have you?

Now, the reason his watch broke so
easily is because it's a fake.

Piece of old tat.

You can buy them at the market any day
of the week.

All right, so our man liked a bit of
flesh, then.

What about those footprints, Duncan?

The heavy rain just about washed
everything away.

What, so didn't you get anything?

Now, your dead fellow stood on some semi
-firm ground.

Ah, so you have got something.

Here, on the bridge where the dead man
was seen, a nice full print.

About a size nine, I'd say.

And? There's another.

A partial.

Slightly prolapsed heel and a nice
distinctive rubber sole.

About a size seven.

I don't know if this is enough.

We found that size seven again,
downstream, where your dead man went

canal.

Any joy?

Well, Burroughs was definitely some kind
of a con man. Even his watch was a

fake. Well, that doesn't surprise me.

He used to tell his wife he was going
off to work every morning to his fake

company. Even his ex -boss hasn't seen
him for the last couple of years.

And loads of lolly in his pocket.

Bit of a lad, then.

Right, I'll get started on his bank
account.

OK, good girl.

Ah, Jack. Here you are.

How did you get on at that address?

Oh, all right.

We've ID'd our floater.

Was it an Edward Burroughs?

Yeah, that's right. Jenny Burroughs, his
husband.

How the hell did you know that?

Well, we've just picked up some kids who
use this credit card. And one of them

is carrying a modelling knife.

The murder weapon?

Oh, we don't know yet.

Have their parents been informed?

No, not yet.

But a social worker and duty brief will
sit in on the interviews.

Come on, Dawson, down to the dungeons.

Doris. I thought I'd catch you.

I thought I'd give you a lift down to
the hall.

A lift?

To the hall?

Besides, I've got a prezzie for you.

For your tea.

I knew you didn't have time to get to
the shop, so I cut this for you.

Thank you, Ritchie. That's very
considerate of you.

I hope you don't mind me saying this,
Dolores.

But I don't think Oscar Belmont deserves
you to dance with on me.

All right, Virgil.

Just this one.

Where's the car?

Good night, Mrs Burnley. See you
tomorrow.

Bye -bye, Dolores.

You do know how serious this is, don't
you, Daryl? Look, I just want to get out

of here. I've had enough of this. I want
to go home now.

Yeah, well, don't we all? And we can't,
can we, because of you?

Because you were using a stolen credit
card that was found in your pocket. Now,

how did it get there? Wasn't the tooth
fairy that left it, was it?

Yeah, well, I found it in the street.

Just because I'm black, innit?

Black? We's all black inside, bro.

Solidarity, respect, that's what it's
all about.

No, it's because you're black and good
-looking.

You what?

Your quote.

The witness said the person who used the
credit card was a good -looking black

teenager who looked about 19 years old.

Yeah, yeah, well, I'm not that black.

Was it, then?

You like to use gangsta talk, do you?

Yeah, well, I'm only 16, yeah, but I
look after myself, you get me? I mean, I

the moves and I keep it together, you
know what I'm saying?

So how many teenagers...

Keeping it together, wearing a similar
clothes to you, using a stolen credit

card. Do you know?

Eh?

The local authority is obliged to take
you into care when we charge you. Of

course, if they don't have the room, you
get to stay with us.

The man who owned this credit card was
murdered.

With a knife very similar to this that
was found on you.

We're waiting for the laboratory report
to show us if you did it.

No, no, no, I didn't kill no one. No,
you're smoking the wrong stuff, man.

stuff does shit to your brains, man.

What did you do with his mobile phone?

We sold it on.

We got it on. We didn't kill no one.
None of us did. We just took it from the

car.

Don't lie to me, Daryl.

I saw the car. It was locked when I got
there.

You killed him.

No, I never, man.

One of you attacked him and one of you
stabbed him.

I've got footprints from the scene of
the crime. I know what happened.

No, no, you got it wrong. We broke the
window and we saw the briefcase at the

bottom of the seat. And the phone was
ringing. That's how we know it was

We took it. We never killed no one. I
saw the car. It was locked. It was by

canal. We wasn't at the canal.

We bust into the car in a multi -story.
That's what we got. We smashed the

window. It was a smash and grab.

That's what we did. That's all we did. I
swear to you, honest, man.

What sort of car was it?

Well, the key fits.

The attendant said Boris paid on the dot
every month in cash for two parking

spaces. So, what do we think happened?

He drives here in the Renault, forgets
his briefcase which is under the seat...

Which fits in with what the kids said
about where they found it.

So Boris was obviously in a hurry,
probably for his meeting at the canal.

He swaps the Renault for the Ford... And
finishes up in the Denton Canal.

Come on, George, let's get this car
impounded.

You know the governor will want answers
by the morning.

Dolores, have you heard?

That Morrison hasn't pitched up.

He's left her in the lurch.

And I bet she's got Oscar back under her
thumb.

Well, have the boys done a bunk room?

The boys?

Yes.

Yes, it would seem so.

My guess is he's too embarrassed to show
his face here.

I doubt it.

You lent him money, did you?

Of course I didn't. Of course you did.
We all did.

Then Martin's taken what he wanted, see?

As if you would know.

Oh.

I know, all right.

I think Morrison's caused us all enough
distress, don't you?

And there's more to come, by the sound
of it, Oscar.

You do see what a predicament this
places me in. Oh, I do. And she's your

partner.

Oh, she was, until Len Morrison stabbed
us both in the back.

Totus Anctus, Dolores.

Oscar, do stop talking in ancient
Italian. No one understands it. Maybe

someone's proud.

I was simply saying, in my own way, it's
a world apart.

The championship's at stake.

One must rise above one's personal
prejudice at a time of great challenge.

Oh, one must.

But you'll be sorry, Oscar.

I don't understand.

You'll lose.

You, Reggie, are my last hope to win
this competition.

Are you up to it, do you think?

The car was broken into the day after
Burroughs was found murdered.

Reported by the parking attendant.

I checked with the evidence room.

All uniform found in the car was an
empty briefcase and some magazines.

What about that cash we found?

Oh, general circulation notes. There's
nothing dodgy there.

So, he was attacked and stabbed by
someone he went to meet.

I want his mobile phone.

The kids wouldn't tell us anything. Too
scared of Daryl.

George, you get on to him.

We get that phone, and we will find the
secrets that it will undoubtedly reveal.

And in the meantime, I think that I've
solved the mystery of those numbers.

Come on, then. Let's go.

What numbers do we all need to remember?

Bank account numbers, password numbers.

And we've discounted those so far.

The numbers I'm particularly hopeless at
are anniversaries and birthdays.

Yeah, me too.

Now, if we look at these numbers and we
put a full stop between some of them,

starting with the last two, which would
give us the year, then J1210464 would

become J1210464.

and J2161173 would become J2, the 16th

of the 11th of 1973, and so on through
the numbers.

That is pretty good, Gav.

No, that is not pretty good, Lawson.

That is deductive intuition. That is
inspired.

That's what that is.

So what do these initial numbers stand
for?

What the hell do I know? I'm not a
fairground fortune teller.

All we've got to do is to find people
with these initials who knew Burroughs.

You don't ask one of these, you don't
you?

Jack. Hmm?

We've found another body. Or what's left
of it.

Sure. It's like an elephant's graveyard
here. What's it all about?

Well, we can't meet the European Union's
strict codes of disposal.

The council shipped used fridges over to
Germany where they've got the proper

facilities. Yeah, well, of course, they
would have, wouldn't they?

Right, Doc, what have we got here?

A dismembered corpse, Inspector.

Not the sort of thing you want to find
in your fridge when you come home from

your holidays, is it, Doc?

It's a man.

A few things were found wrapped in
plastic shopping bags.

So he didn't die of food poisoning then,
did he?

What's apparent, Inspector, is that he
wasn't killed here.

Now, this will interest you.

His body was virtually blood -free.

He didn't have any clothes on, I
suppose, that was identified?

No. No, no, I don't know.

Not much here for you, Inspector.

God knows one of the three of you.

Waste of taxpayers' money, if you ask
me.

Well, we don't want to waste the
taxpayers' money, do we? George, you

Lawson, you come with me.

Where are you off to, Jack? We're going
to have some breakfast.

Would you like a bit of crispy bread?

No, thank you. I cannot eat any hard
stuff at the moment.

I'll chew it first for you, if you like.

You are beyond redemption. Do you know
that?

Look after that, will you?

Sir.

I've just heard about the body in the
fridge.

That's two bodies, then.

No, sir, it's only one.

That's one in the canal, and now this
one.

Are they related?

Well, I'd rather...

For God's sake, Jack, this is no time
for levity. I mean, are the murders

connected? How the hell do I know?

It'd be a great help if you could give
me a few more officers to do the

I hope that's not a crude expression of
humour reflecting the state in which the

body was found.

Oh, legwork.

Yes.

The media will plague me.

All right, I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Jack! I have to say, we didn't have this
intensity of violent crime when you

were away.

I hope you're not holding me personally
responsible for that.

Pathology's ready, Hugo.

Any more grief and I shall be ready for
her.

Thank you.

Safe from having to send it to?

The toxicology test on the man in the
canal.

Yes.

Oh.

He was a drug user then, was he?

He was taking antidepressants.

Oh, well, the way things are going since
I've been back at work, I'll have to be

heading that way myself.

Oh, and by the way, that anti -fungicide
found in the wound?

It's a very common type.

Household cleaner, plant sprays,
decorative paste, that kind of thing.

Well, that narrows it down quite a lot
then, doesn't it, eh?

Is this my jigsaw, ma 'am?

For God's sake, Inspector, this is a
dismembered human being.

Yeah, well, he didn't die of shortness
of breath, did he?

Well, I haven't completed my examination
yet, but a blow to the head probably

killed him.

And looking at the condition of his
skin, I'd say he was probably hit whilst

taking a bath.

Which would allow the killer to let the
blood just drain away.

Yes. He was cut with something like a
large kitchen knife, and the bone soared

through with what I think was an
electric cutter.

Oh, well.

Come on.

We'll get started at our end.

Would that it were that simple,
Inspector.

Huh. Never is, is he?

All right.

Come on, then. What else?

His feet.

You what?

This man had two left feet.

Eddie was never on antidepressants.

I would have known that.

You didn't know he had another car?

No.

Well, why wouldn't you have?

We don't know.

Your late husband's life does seem a bit
of a mystery.

Mrs. Burrows, I wonder if you could tell
me if any of these letters

and numbers mean anything to you.

G2, 16 -11 -73.

That's my birthday.

Eddie always called me Jay.

Any of the others?

Do any of the others mean anything?

Um... G2, that's Terry's birthday.

Jerry? Gerald, our son.

There'll be five in June.

And... S is Susie, my daughter.

C is three.

Does that help? Yes. Yes, it does. Thank
you very much.

Mrs Burrows, I wonder if you could let
me have your husband's mobile phone

number.

Oh.

We've got two cars.

Two sets of initials and two sets of
birthday dates. Now, we know who J2 is

G2. What we need is J1 and G1.

This bloke was leading a double life.

Tell you what, go to the bank and see if
there's any other burrows with an

account locally.

It is getting a bit late in the day for
the banks, isn't it?

Hmm? What's the matter? You got a date
or something? It's my partner, Tessa.

She... A little girl has got a school
concert on. I thought I'd be there.

Oh, come on. So you've got yourself an
instant family then, have you? Of course

I have, really.

So how is it? Is it, you know, what, OK?

It's good. It's good, yeah. All right.

Right, well, bank managers are a bit
like detective inspectors. They don't

paid for overtime, so they don't want to
do it.

All right, you can do it tomorrow. Get
the team on it. Oh, thanks.

What are you going to do?

Me? Well, sewer rats come out at night,
and there's one particular rat I want to

get a hold of before he goes down his
hole.

Look at you.

You're like an old granny waiting for
your pension, you are.

Come here. Here, look.

Why do you think my name is going to
talk about this?

reason you're on the top of my list,

another

high score coming up for chief, do

you remember

named Daryl.

I just told you a phone.

Don't love him.

Oh, let me jog your memory.

Hmm, very young lad, you know, likes to
nick things from cars.

Got an identity problem.

Likes to speak gangster. Hello, it's
ringing.

Do you remember him now?

Richie? You see, the man who owned this
phone was murdered.

Now, that could make you an accessory to
the fact.

So you'd better think of a nicer answer
on your way to my Nick. Go on, take him

away.

Not bad, eh, Dolores?

Got Belmont on the ropes, or anything?

I don't think so, Reggie.

With a bit more practice, yeah.

You're so bloody heavy. Carry your own
weight. It's you. It's your frame.

Are you listening to me? Don't walk away
while I'm talking to you. You did very

well. Thank you.

You've fallen beautifully.

Well, of course.

Reggie.

We can beat them on all the other
dances, but it's the tango we have to

concentrate on. Do you understand?

It's you.

Reggie.

You have to take us there.

You have to think it, Reggie, and feel
it.

But this is where it is. You have to
move from here.

Sinister and passionate, Reggie.

Can you do that?

I can.

Good.

Because that's how we'll win.

Can I?

Can I see you home?

No, thank you.

Not tonight, anyway.

Too soon, Reggie.

A bit too soon, Reggie.

So, we've got Edward Burroughs' phone.
Yes, sir, which had a call on it from

someone called Jay.

That's J -A -Y.

And whoever that was, they phoned
Burroughs the day after he was killed.

And the dismembered body found in the
fridge has been identified by

fingerprints? Yes, that's providing that
the hands do belong to the other body

parts, yes.

He had form. His name was Leonard
Morrison.

Apparently he was a bit of a con man,
especially with the ladies.

Have we checked for anyone else at his
house?

We don't actually have his current
address yet, sir, so that's a priority.

And we're still looking for the body
that belonged to the other left foot.

Well, get a move on, will you, Jack?
I've had the press calling me non -stop.

Having a demented killer on the loose is
doing us no good at all.

Yeah, that's true.

Not much fun for the victims either, is
it?

Yes?

Ah, hello.

I'm Detective Inspector Frost, Denton
CID. This is Detective Sergeant Lawson.

Is your name Jay, by any chance?

Yes. Quiet, Bowler.

Is it Mrs Burrows?

Yes.

Eddie.

Yes.

I phoned him.

He'd just left on a business trip.

He travels two or three days a week.

And he has a company called CombiMed,
doesn't he? A pharmaceutical company.

Yes.

Mrs Burrows, do any of these letters and
numbers mean anything to you?

This one particularly, 21st of the 4th,
64.

Yes, it's my birthday.

I see.

And this one, the 19th of the 2nd, 93?

My son, Jerry.

Jerry?

And any of the others, do they mean
anything?

And your name, it isn't just an initial,
is it? It's spelt J -A -Y. Yes.

Can we contact anyone for you? No, thank
you.

What about your son?

I haven't told him yet.

I'll do that after school. That's soon
enough.

I'll make some tea, shall I?

Yes.

Mrs Burrows, is there anywhere in the
house that your husband used to use as

office?

Look at this.

This is similar to the other woman.

£2 ,000 a month paid in, I suppose, for
basics from a direct

debit.

£2 ,000.

A few nights.

Yeah, he's a bigamist, all right, this
bloke. I mean, just thinking about it

makes me tired.

Why two cars, though?

Well, I suppose that you can't afford to
leave something from one family in the

wrong car.

What if one of the wives had found out
about the other?

Well, it is a motive for murder, I
suppose.

Inspector, do you mind?

I just need a minute. No, no, of course
not. All right.

Right, I want you to watch her face. I'm
going to watch Jenny Burroughs' face.

See if they make any sign of recognising
each other. Right.

Listen, when I knock on the door, you
tip the wink to George.

Gotcha.

Are you sure you don't want to sit down
for a minute? No, let's get this over

with.

Well, she recognised you, I'm sure of
it. I'll trust your woman's instinct,

then, Dawson. Trust my copper's
instinct, it's more than I hope.

George. Yes? Did you get the second Mrs
Burrows home all right? Yes, I did, but

I don't think she had any idea about
that other woman. I think the first Mrs

Burrows did.

All right.

I tell you what, let's check the two
wives' accounts.

You know, see if they've got anything
else in common.

Apart from their hubby, I mean. Jack, I
got these.

From forensic antidepressants. And when
those kids ransacked the briefcase, the

lid flew open and they rolled under the
seat of the car.

Oh, OK. Then tell you what, all right,
we'll chase that up later. Well, then.

In the meantime, Mr Mullet is getting
his knickers in a twist about our

dismembered corpse, the late Len
Morrison.

Now, come on, any progress?

Excuse me, sir. We've tracked down an
address for Len Morrison.

Ah, thank you very much.

There you are, you see, George?

Ask and you shall receive.

Some of us have got it and, you know,
some of us haven't.

And some of us have someone to do the
fetching and carrying.

You want me to go down and check out
Morrison's place?

No, no, no, no, no. I want you to get
your snout stuck into those two wives'

accounts, all right? Lawson and I'll do
that. All right, come on, Lawson, you

ain't got time for that.

Come on, we've got your car, you're
driving. Must be from all that thinking.

Some of us have got to do it, though,
haven't we?

Bit of a trophy round this.

He was a soft shoe shuffler.

Not bad at it by the looks of things.

Well, he's got a little dozen women
here.

From different dance places around the
country, looks like.

I'll tell you what.

Some of his lady friends weren't shy
about giving him money.

He was doing very well for a low -life
con man.

It's in here you'll be wanting to look.

That's blood.

Everywhere.

The killer thought he'd cleaned up.

But the victim was murdered and
butchered in this bath.

And there's something else.

There's no fridge.

But there was an electric saw with nasty
bits on the blade.

Bit of DIY dissection, then, was it?

Gov, look at this one.

Stated a couple of months ago.

Well, that proves that Morrison has been
around at least that long.

Well, I only know of one dance hall in
Denton.

Well, there she is. I can't see.

Well, I don't know which one she is.

Ask her if she can recognize me.

It's the one in the lilac skirt and the
light top there.

Her name is Dolores Del Monte.

Dolores Del Monte?

Sounds like she ought to be in
Hollywood, not a dance hall in Denton.

Or as part of an exotic group, Alan.

Yeah. Well, I'll tell you what, you're
going to have a nose round.

I'm going to go and have a tango with
our Miss Glamour Puss.

I can't believe it.

Len Morrison had a police record. He
conned vulnerable women.

Do I look vulnerable to you, Inspector?

Oh, no, of course not, but he was your
dance partner.

And?

A vicious murder has happened to someone
who is very close to you.

I've just heard.

I'm here if you need me, Dolores.

And you are?

Oscar Belmont, barrister at law.

And I am Detective Inspector Frost,
policeman at large.

This is a private interview.

If Miss Del Monte requires legal advice,
I'm sure a solicitor will be made

available for her.

Thank you.

I'd like to put a policeman outside your
house.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

This is no run -of -the -mill killing.

This was a particularly vicious murder
by a very disturbed person who was full

of hatred.

Well, why would Burroughs want to get
his prescription from a chemist miles

where he lived? I don't know, Gov. Why?

I don't know.

It's a question.

It's a question that has to be answered.

Thank you.

No, I can't tell you why this man had
his prescription filled here.

You see, this Ed Burroughs, he lived
right on the other side of Denton, so it

just doesn't make much sense, does it?

No, I'm afraid it doesn't.

But your computer would have the name of
the doctor who prescribed them,

wouldn't it?

Yes, yes, yes, it would.

Would you mind?

No, he's not listed at all.

No Edward Burroughs and no doctor's
name.

Maybe one of the locums made a mess of
putting his details in the computer.

Well, you see, if you count the number
of antidepressants that are left and you

work out how many a day he was taking,
it means that he was in here not more

than three weeks ago.

Inspector, I fill 100 prescriptions a
day. How would I remember him?

No.

Perhaps if you just have one more look,
just in case it jogs your memory.

No. I don't recognize him.

Okay. All right. Thank you very much for
your time.

Pleasure, Inspector.

I'm sorry I couldn't be of any help.

My dear, I was as circumspect as I could
be.

I thought I should be here to comfort
you in your moment of need.

Only a moment, Oscar.

I might need a bit longer than that.

As you wish, my dear.

I'm only thinking of what's best for
you.

Yeah, that's right.

Gov, it's me.

I'm outside Del Monte's flat.

What were you doing there?

I thought I'd just keep an eye on Miss
Twinkle Toes.

Well, that's all very commendable, but
I've got this raging tooth I have.

Fair enough, Gov, but I thought you
might just like to know that Oscar

been in her flat for the last hour, and
Reggie Muldane has just gone in.

All right, Mr Belmont, thank you.
That'll do for now.

Good night, Inspector.

You're welcome.

Good night.

Hopefully.

Well, Mr. Belmont, the only bit of Latin
that I know is mince rea.

That is the state of mind to commit a
criminal offense.

And I shall chase down anyone who has it
ad infinitum. Do you understand?

Yes, I'm sure you do. Thank you. Good
night. See you, Milton.

Gov.

Lawyers, you know, they're not usually
inclined to brutal murder and

dismemberment.

Normally, they just bleed their clients
to death.

Anyway, I don't want any of those
dancing off into the sunset.

Ah. How do you get on with that chemist
and Burroughs antidepressants?

Oh, no, nothing.

No record at all.

If we do know, that's where he got the
prescription film.

Tell you what, find out the names of the
GPs who were anywhere near that

chemist. Right. Now, the good news is,
I've found something on the two Mrs

Burrows credit card bills.

Now, J Burrows, that's the first Mrs
Burrows, her credit card shows a regular

payment at a hairdressing salon, which
is in the same area where the second Mrs

Burrows lives, and on three or four
occasions.

Both women were in the same salon at the
same time.

Blimey, you don't think that these two
are in it together, do you? Well, they

say that a burden shared is a burden
halved. Yeah, they do say that, don't

I discovered what Eddie was doing about
six months ago.

I wanted to see who she was.

I used to sit there and watch her having
her hair done, listening to her.

Why torture yourself like that?

She was younger.

Prettier.

She was the competition.

I wanted to get as close to her as I
could.

Did you ever speak to her?

No, I kept well away.

I tried not to look at her that day at
the mortuary.

I felt so sorry for her.

She has a young family.

If you knew what your husband was up to,
why didn't you challenge him about it?

I didn't want to lose him.

If they had their life, we had ours.

When he was home, he was with me and our
son. It was wonderful.

Better to have something than nothing at
all.

Sir, this knife. We found it in the
conservatory.

All right, thank you.

I use it for pruning and grafting my
plants.

It keeps me busy while he's away.

I didn't kill my husband, Inspector.

Get this knife off to friends as soon as
you can, will you, please?

I'm going to go and see Jenny Burrows
again.

No, no, no, she's right.

She's young, we're kids.

Let her grieve.

Go on, off you go.

Frost.

Yes, George.

Who is this bloke? A Dr. Patrick Knight.

He's the only GP within a mile of that
chemist.

Does know we're coming, does he?

I mean, I don't want to sit for hours in
a waiting room full of bloody lead

swingers. He knows.

Oh, Benny.

When are they going to do that loop?

What? End of the week.

I had one once. You know, the first
thing they have to do, they have to sit

and then they stick a long wire brush
right down into the nose.

Do you mind, George?

Look, I'd rather get run over by a bus
than listen to your dented story.

Oh, Jack.

I'll have my surgery manager double
-check, but I'm absolutely certain we've

never had an Edward Burroughs registered
here.

Does this help, sir?

No.

I don't think I've seen him before.

Ah, you don't think so.

Now, is that a perhaps or a maybe? Would
you be careful with that, Inspector?

They are rather expensive.

Oh, OK.

Sorry.

Well, come on then, Doctor.

A perhaps or a maybe.

I think he was a sales rep for a
pharmaceutical company.

Well, he certainly wouldn't be a sales
rep for a veterinary company, now would

he?

Sorry. Do you remember the name of the
company?

No, sorry.

And you were here last Monday morning?

Yes, of course.

What time does the surgery open?

8 .30.

I start seeing patients at 9.

So you were here that morning?

No, I had a house call to make before I
came into surgery.

Mrs. Chalmers.

It will be in the receptionist's book.

I see. And what time was that?

It was a quick call, from about quarter
past nine to twenty -five to ten.

I was back in the surgery by ten.

I see.

All right.

Thank you very much.

Been very helpful. Sorry if we've
interrupted your surgery.

Glad to have helped.

If our Mr Burroughs visited our Dr
Knight as a failed rep,

he must have visited the chemist at the
same time. I would have thought so, yes.

Then how come our chemist says he
doesn't remember him at all?

I don't know. No, neither do I.

Yet.

Don't like to talk about personnel who
were, shall we say, let go.

Well, I need to talk about personnel who
were let go, who are now gone. We don't

like to admit that we've got it wrong.

Right.

Well, I seem to have got it wrong. Thank
you.

Because I don't really know enough about
this bloke.

Burrows is doing all right.

The main sail's dropped off.

We thought at first it might have been
family problems.

Well, I think you might have got that
right.

So a patient.

He was a pharmaceutical rep.

Over -the -counter mainline brand.

Nothing on prescription.

Does that mean that he wouldn't visit
GPs?

Oh, no. Burrows was purely a product
representative. He was strictly a

Small supermarket.

Would he have called in on a chemist
called Four Square on his room?

Yes.

Really?

Thank you, that.

is interesting.

Whatever's going on, it doesn't reflect
on the company, does it?

No, no, not at all.

Ooh.

Special reserve.

Don't do anything silly with them.

What do you mean, like trying to swallow
them?

Oh, Jack.

How's the tooth?

Ah, it's still there, isn't it?

What? It's still there.

It's progressing.

Someone gave me a painkiller that would
floor an elephant.

I've got to have root canal work at the
end of the week.

Root canal?

Oh, you don't want one of them.

I had one done once and it was all...
All right, thank you very much, Trigg.

George Cooley's already given me the
gory details.

Talking of which...

You know that chopped -up bloke in the
fridge?

Division had a similar case about a year
ago.

Oh, yeah? What, a mutilated body?

No, some bloke went missing, used to do
a bit of ballroom dancing.

His partner was a Rita Matthews, but she
had a fancy stage name.

Yeah, go on, which was?

Delamonte or something?

Not Dolores Delamonte.

Yeah, that's her.

She moved to Denton.

I was talking to a mate of mine in
Division Records.

Was she ever under investigation?

No. They found some blood in his flat,
but it was treated as suspicious.

They even thought she might be in
danger, which is why she moved here.

Don't tell me we've got a demented tango
dancer out there trying to kill off the

opposition.

Jack, ballroom dancing can be a hotbed
of jealousy.

I've had a dalliance or two myself at
the police social club.

It's not for the faint -hearted, I can
tell you.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Especially if you've got Mullet as a
dance partner.

Which I probably would, eh?

All right, thanks, King.

Oh,

come here.

Forensics, God. They found a label with
a number on it. It was stuck under that

fridge.

Sullivan, 796.

Sullivan, that's the auctioneer, isn't
it?

All right, go on. You go and check it
out. I've got a bad foot to see to. Ah,

yours. Just a minute. Now, listen.

Go and find out all you can about that
Dolores Del Monte, will you? OK.

Ah.

Hello?

This pruning knife you took from a dead
man's wife?

One of his wives, Mrs J Burroughs.

Whoever.

Toxicology can't give us a definite
match on that antifungal side.

Well, the wounds.

Could her knife be the murder weapon?

Well, knives like that make very similar
entry wounds. I'd need to be absolutely

certain before I could say yes to that.

Well, a definite would be helpful. I've
got two jealous wives out there.

Some joy, though.

The unknown owner of that left foot you
found with your dismembered victim was

preserved with formaldehyde.

No, he was embalmed.

Was he a body snatch or what?

I'd say there's a strong possibility
that that body came from a funeral

Oh, well.

Some poor sod had to hop his way through
the pearly gates, didn't he?

Sorry to keep you waiting, Reggie.

It's all right.

Something wrong?

The police came to the shop.

Took some stuff away.

That and tonight.

One thing after another, really.

Don't lose your nerve, Reggie.

Your attention span might be very short,
but I need it all when we dance.

I won't let you down, Dolores.

Not now.

And when we do, everything will be
different.

Delores is a wonderful person.

We love her to bits.

She does a great deal of charity work as
well. Did you know that?

She does.

She visits old -age homes, does a bit of
lippy and powder for the ladies. She's

an excellent beautician. I can quite see
how she looks glamorous on the dance

floor. And she's worked here for... For
a year.

She's freelance.

I wish I could get her full -time.

Does she have any references?

Of course, yes.

Mr Oscar Belmont introduced Dolores to
us.

Belmont? The barrister?

Yes. Mr Belmont's a valued client.

He likes his town to be just right.

Of course, one shudders when one thinks
how his family made their fortune.

But there we are.

Made his fortune how? Oh, God. You know,
creepy, creepy stuff.

Doing what?

His family run a chain of funeral
parlours.

Gov, two second -hand bridges.

One last year, one a couple of weeks
ago.

Found out where they were delivered.

Where are they? Where's the bloody
dance? I don't know, Carl.

Are you sure about Belmont? I double
-checked, Jack. If you're right about

friggies... Yeah, there were two
different... All right, all right.

Trish, Jack, where would they hold
regional dance championships?

I made you a cup of tea.

You danced like a wildebeest.

Like a cockroach.

You were not very good, Reggie.

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

I was nervous.

I'll be better next time, I promise.

I'm a little overwrought.

Good evening, Dolores.

Why don't you run us a nice hot bath?

That's it.

Right, okay, cool. Take a couple, go
round the back. Let's look.

Sorry to burst in on you like this, Miss
Del Monte, but I didn't want to miss

the last waltz.

How did you know?

Oscar Belmont didn't just get you a job
in the beauty salons, did he?

You also worked in the funeral parlours.

Well, even the dead should be
attractive.

Who wants to die ugly?

We traced two second -hand fridges.

A year ago, one was delivered to a man's
address outside Denton.

That man is still missing.

Ah, yes.

The most recent purchase, the one that
we found on the tip, was sent to Len

Morrison's flat.

Not a coincidence, I think.

No, not really.

We also learned of a woman who ordered a
new fridge for Reggie Muldane's flat

and organised the removal of the old
one.

Well, just in case I needed it.

These men were the key to my success.

But they weren't good enough dancers.

And Len Morrison abandoned me for
someone younger, more glamorous.

Lighter on her feet.

You cut off someone's foot in the
funeral parlour, didn't you?

Not much different from carving a roast,
really.

Besides, who was going to miss a foot or
two once they'd sealed the casket?

You've done this before.

But the first one, about a year ago.

And no one ever found him.

So what did you do with the right foot
of the victims that you cut off?

I put them in the bin.

I see what I did as a charitable act,
Inspector.

These men weren't going to make it in
the dance world without me. They weren't

good enough.

They certainly weren't nimble enough for
the quick step, were they?

Dance macabre, I would have thought.

So,

there's

no sign of the man she killed a year
ago.

No. It's been recycled by now.

Makes him environmentally friendly, I
suppose.

Well, congratulations, at least, Jack.
Looks as though you got to Maldane just

in time.

Yeah.

Otherwise, he would have been clobbered
in the bath, packaged up neatly inside a

fridge. She'll no doubt be sent us to a
psychiatric unit.

Yeah, I expect so.

Oh, the body in the canal.

Are his wives involved?

I don't know. I'm not sure yet.

But if they're not involved, I wonder
who gets to claim the body when it's

released. There you are, share and share
alike.

Can't have a double funeral, that's for
sure.

Ah, George, there you are. What have you
got? Well, I've been going through Dr

Knight's surgery diary.

These are the house calls he made.

One on the morning of the murder, and
this is Charles'. Oh, well.

Seems like he's got an alibi, then.

Well, I can't see anything dodgy in his
records, Jack.

Nothing to say that Edward Burroughs was
a patient?

No. All right, thank you.

Well, I think our Dr Knight is hiding
something.

Why would he lie about knowing
Burroughs?

Well, we can't go to his office to cast
a BDI, so I think I shall make a house

call. He'll be doing surgery, Jack.

Oh, no.

Would you ask my husband to phone me as
soon as he's finished with his next

patient?

Thank you.

Inspector, I'm not too certain just how
I might be of any help.

Your husband said that he'd met an
Edward Burroughs once or twice, in a

professional capacity.

Then why don't you speak to my husband?

Well, the thing is... The thing is...

I feel a bit guilty about taking up the
doctor's time, you know, when we're all

so busy. And I just thought that I'd
check with you in case the name was, you

know, familiar.

It isn't, no.

He was a pharmaceutical rep.

I'm not a doctor. I'd have no reason to
meet him.

No, I just thought that you might have
met him at one of the do's that they

have, you know.

Product launches, that sort of thing.

Tri -state pharmaceuticals.

Combi -made. Any of those ring a bell?
No.

Apparently our Mr Burrows was a bit of a
charmer.

Are you implying something?

No, no, no. I just thought that, you
know, if he'd been a bit of a flirt, you

would probably have remembered him at
one of the do's. I didn't go to any do.

I'm sorry I can't be of any help.

That's all right.

Thank you, Mrs Knight. I'm sorry if I've
got in the way.

It takes a professional to see where the
cracks are, to make sure they can

be covered so that no -one will notice.

I'll see myself out, Mrs Knight. Thank
you.

You've no right to harass a doctor's
wife.

She's not part of any investigation.

I wanted to get under their skin.

Her husband is involved in this
somewhere along the line. You've no

that whatsoever.

Oh, come on. He said that Burroughs had
visited his surgery. He lied. Perhaps he

made a mistake. Oh, leave it. I had him
on the phone as soon as you'd left his

house. Now, unless you have sufficient
grounds to question him, you'll do well

to remember he's a respected member of
the community.

History proves that all doctors aren't
angels of mercy. Jack, I am warning you,

we cannot afford to be sued for
harassment. I understand that. Remember,

only just back from suspension.

Oh, God. If you're a risk factor, I'll
pull you off the case.

Jack, Mullet was in a bit of a flap.

I know that. I'm still pulling the
feathers out of my hair.

He thinks I'm not doing things by the
book.

As is.

Yeah, exactly.

All I do know is that that Dr Knight
sends his kids to private schools and

house is, well, a knockout.

Most GPs do all right.

There was another call to the surgery on
the morning of the murder.

Oh, yeah? Which was?

His house call patient, Mrs Chalmers,
insisting that Dr Knight did not visit

that morning.

But according to the doctor's
receptionist, Mrs Chalmers is more than

forgetful. Which means she isn't exactly
going to be a star witness, is she?

No.

But it's a lead.

When in doubt, shout.

It scares the horses.

Bring in Dr Knight for questioning.

Okay, George.

Got anything?

Well, Magendi the chemist has a carthine
alibi.

He was at the pharmacy from early till
late. Right.

What about Dr.

Knight's clothes?

No, forensic. Couldn't find a thing. Not
that I suppose he would have worn the

same clothes.

No. Anyway, it was worth a try.

The shoes fit.

You won't.

Exact same size as those found at the
canal site.

But they have been resold in the last
couple of days.

Right, I'll tell you what.

Tell Dr. Knight that he can go, but
we're keeping his shoes for forensic

Jack, Jack, Jack, you've already done
that.

I know, I know, I know.

But he doesn't know, does he?

Hey, Albert.

Oh, yeah, I did these.

When? A few days ago, I think.

Right. What do you do with the waste?

We fill these, and then the council
takes them down the tip.

And we get through hundreds of shoes a
week.

Oh, well. Time for a bit of soul
-searching, then, isn't it?

All right.

This could take a year and a day.

It's all right, George. I mean, no
hurry.

Our pillar's footprints are in there
somewhere.

Don't forget, look for the muddy ones
first.

You got a minute, Inspector?

Yeah, sure.

Didn't just bring in a pair of shoes,
there was a jacket as well.

Only got it done yesterday.

Day before, maybe.

Ah, this is it.

A fleece.

They come in for the shoes, but this
wasn't ready.

Can you remember anything about the man
who brought this in?

It's a busy day.

I'm not sure it was a man.

It might have been a woman, yeah.

Yeah, it was a woman.

A woman?

Mrs. Chalmers, Dr. Knight said that he
was here last Monday morning.

No, he was not. I'm certain of that.

Well, what makes you so certain?

I've got my children, my grandchildren,
my friends, my tablets. I have to take

on Dr. Knight's visits.

Those are the important things to
remember.

He wasn't here, I'm telling you.

What?

Oh, it's nothing, I'm sorry. You got
yourself a toothache or something?

No, I'm all right. Of course you're not.
I can see that.

I've got just the thing. I've just the
thing for just about everything.

No, no, Mrs. Chalmers. Really, I'm all
right. It's just that I want to know

about last Monday morning.

This stuff I've got takes away the pain
so quickly.

It must be next door.

You just wait a minute. I'll be right
back.

No, Mrs.

Chalmers. Honestly, I'm all right.

Mrs. Chalmers, have you recently moved
house?

You seem to have got a lot of the
previous owner's mail.

It's here.

Now,

you put this on your finger and you rub
it on your gum. On your gum. You

understand? Yes, I understand.

You promise me? I promise you, yes.
Good.

Thank you.

Mrs.

Chalmers, how long have you lived in
this house?

About seven years.

My son bought this house for me.

Did I... I'll tell you about my son. He
runs a big office and he's very

responsible. You see, Mrs. Chalmers,
half a dozen of these letters are

to different people at this address.

I know.

And that's why I'm quite sure Dr. Knight
was not here when I called him because

he did not take his letters as he
usually does.

What do you mean these are his letters?

He's very kind to me, is Dr. Knight. And
he always takes the letters away from

me.

My colleague thinks that you've been
defrauding the NHS by adding non

patients to your practice.

You've been sending false medical
documents to the NHS, registering them

using an elderly lady's address.

Every week, you collect the mail on the
pretense of making a house call.

We believe that in due course, we will
find more elderly patients whose

addresses you have fraudulently used.

Well, that's not the half of it, though,
is it?

This afternoon, we brought in a
pharmacist for questioning.

His name was Rwanda Majendi.

Burroughs was blackmailing you two,
wasn't he?

That's why you killed him.

I didn't kill anybody.

You have to believe me. I couldn't do
that. You don't have to say anything.

No, that's true. You don't have to say
anything.

But this is murder we are talking about.
Not on the evidence you have here.

Fraud's one thing.

Murder's another.

The wounds on the dead man are
consistent with those made by a

scalpel.

Dear, Poulin has entered the interview
room at 1558.

We found the soles of his shoes.

They're the perfect match.

Well, that puts you on the bridge with
the dead man just before he was killed.

Two years ago, Burroughs discovered we
were dispensing cheaper drug

against NHS prescriptions.

Burroughs didn't know about the non
-existent patients.

So Burroughs realised that a local
doctor had to be implicated in order to

the pharmacist. Yes.

In case anyone questioned the efficacy
of the medication.

How much money were you making?

A hundred thousand a year.

A hundred thousand a... He demanded an
immediate payment of £50

,000.

And then 6 ,000 a month.

It was hardly worth the risk after that,
but we had to keep going.

So you went to meet him on Monday to pay
him off?

Yes.

But I didn't kill him.

I gave him the money and left.

I had a house call and I was running
late.

I left him just after nine.

I did the house call and I was back in
the surgery by ten.

I took the shoes in the next day when I
heard about his death on the news.

I was scared.

You were guilty.

Mrs Chalmers, your house call patient,
says you weren't there on the morning of

the murder.

I was.

I was there.

I can prove it.

Thank you very much, Mr Chalmers, for
coming in. Most helpful.

Thank you.

Mrs. Chalmers' son spoke to his mother
last Monday morning. Oh, there you are.

was just saying, Mrs.

Chalmers' son spoke to his mother last
Monday morning and she said that the

doctor was with her. He spoke to Dr.
Knight because he wanted to see how his

mother was getting on.

What time?

Just before half past nine. He was going
into a meeting.

So Knight was telling the truth. He's
got an alibi.

Burroughs died at 9 .27. We can't escape
that fact.

I sent the decorators home early.

Back to front?

Yes. Is my husband still in custody?

Oh, yes.

And for a very long time to come.

You know what? When I had a go at my
front room, the bloke in the DIY shop

me I ought to wear gloves. Do you know
why?

It's because of the anti -fungicide
that's in wallpaper paste.

What are you doing here?

These knives that are used for cutting
and trimming wallpaper always have a

residue of antifungicide on the blade.

You're not making any sense. I'd like
you to leave now, please.

By sheer coincidence, your decorator
told me that he mislaid his

knife about a week ago.

You knew all about the blackmail.

You followed your husband and you killed
the man who would ultimately destroy

you and all this.

You took his shoes in the next day
because you didn't want him to be

incriminated. No.

Oh, yeah?

Because when we questioned him, he
realised that it must have been you who

killed Burroughs.

He lied.

He tried to save you.

We believe we'll find enough forensic
evidence on your husband's fleece jacket

to prove that you were wearing it. But
you'll never be able to prove that I

killed Burroughs.

Oh, yes, I think we will.

What's one of the things that you ladies
can't bear to throw away?

A pair of very expensive all -weather
boots.

Favourites. By the looks of things.

We've got a partial print of these.

They're a size 7.

worn downhill, distinctively patterned
rubber sole.

We've also got Boris's bloodstains on
the fleece. I've also got this.

The other half of a dry -cleaning ticket
found in the pocket of one of your

coats.

You see, your husband had a full day's
appointment the day after the murder.

And that was the day that you took in
the shoes and the fleece into the shop.

I didn't. kill him.

I didn't mean to kill him.

I just wanted to scare him off.

I followed my husband.

Embarrassed, walked off.

I waited and then I went after him.

He just laughed at me.

I must I'm so angry.

I'm so angry.

He was trying to take this all away from
us, bit by bit.

He was getting greedy.

Yeah.

And that's one thing medicine can't
cure, isn't it?

No matter who you are.

So, they thought of him, guv? Yeah, they
filled in their bits of paper and,

well, both families are going to bury
him.

Right, time I was off then.

Yeah, right.

Well, it's been great working with you
again, Maureen.

Sorry to see you go.

Thanks, guv. You take care.

Get that tooth seen to, eh?

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Mrs.

Charmer's snake oil, eh?

Smells like it.

Ta -ra. Bye -bye.

Oh, sir. Excellent result.

Yes, everyone deserves a shot at
happiness, whoever they are.

Yes, Lawson.

Very good, officer.

I was referring to the case.

Oh. Just because someone is a highly
respected member of the community should

not blind us to their capacity to commit
a crime.

No, no, no, no, no, no, it didn't
quite... What's that

smell?

Oh, yes, it's diesel and petrol fumes.
Comes in when the door's open.

Oh, Jack, those lollipops.

The supplier has advised me that the
Cherry Fizz toffee balls had a

manufacturing problem.

The centre didn't stay hard, apparently.

Oh, really?

Is that right?

Just thought you ought to know. Went
like glue inside.

Just in case you thought of giving any
to your constables for the school's

awareness week.

Yes, well, I'll bury mine, sir.
Hopefully it's a timely warning.

In another life, maybe.