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You all right, Jack?

No, not really.

Can't even manage breakfast these days.

Well, we're all under savage pressure
trying to achieve targets.

Yeah, it's difficult when you haven't
got enough policemen.

I think I can help you there. All right.

We've been sent a new university fast
-track DC.

Oh, how fast is that? Well, the
commissioner thinks it's quite a bit

Special at what?

You got a first at Oxford, Jack.

Yes, indeed. Bit of a computer whizzkid,
by all accounts.

His grandfather was General Sir Arthur
Phipps Tranter.

You are either a tailor's dummy or
you're Speedy Phipps Tranter.

And you are sitting in my chair.

Sorry.

Just Tranter, sir. I've dropped the
fifth.

Very wise.

You got first name?

Jasper, sir.

Really?

Well, Jasper, what did you do before you
came here? Apart from school, I mean.

Computers, electronic surveillance. I've
always been keen on electrics.

Electrics? Have you?

Where are you staying?

The section house for the time being.

No, no, you don't want to stay there.

It's like boarding school.

I've got a spare room in my house.
You're welcome to it. The rent is very

reasonable. Are you sure, sir?

Yes, quite sure.

There may be one or two little jobs that
you might have to do, but you'll be

snug as a bug in a rug.

That's very decent of you, sir. Thank
you. Not at all.

Did you study electronics at university?

No, sir.

Geography, actually.

Really?

Well, that's very handy, because you'll
be able to find your way to the canteen

and get me a bacon and egg sandwich.

Chop -chop.

Mmm, broth.

No, it's bloody 30, so I'll be back in
the office till the morning.

Yeah, I'll look forward to it.

Bye.

Well, what's up, Doc?

Has he been on the bottle, has he?

It's the last time I've had that.

For the last three minutes, Ross.

Empty.

No watch, no keys, no rings, no mobile,
nothing.

Why would they put back an empty wallet?

They don't do wallets, Inspector.

No. So they took everything except what
he was wearing, did they?

It was a cause of death.

Well, he didn't die of these
lacerations. They probably occurred

tipped in the truck.

Yeah. Or when he was dumped here, hence
the lack of blood flow. Exactly.

I'd say death occurred in the last 12
hours. And I'd guess from the

in his throat that he probably choked in
his own vomit.

Better than choking on someone else's
vomit, I suppose.

Today is Mummy's birthday.

Happy, happy birthday.

We're here to bless her birthday and
many more to come.

Hooray!

Thanks for the cake, Heather. Now, where
have you been hiding yourself?

Did you go away for the summer?

I only went to Calais for a day. If you
think I sound jealous if somebody went

to South Africa, you'd be right.

Somebody's got to do it. I want all the
gossip and dirty details.

Anyway, happy birthday, Liz. Happy
birthday, Mum.

Happy birthday.

And here's to the two of you.

How you both made it to university.

God only knows. You two enjoy yourselves
at uni.

Have fun, work hard, and make... the
most of it. We'll have a ball.

Cheers.

Come on.

He choked on his own vomit.

The stomach contained a large quantity
of beer and the remains were curry.

What sort of curry?

You're the expert.

Have a look if you like.

Oh, do you mind?

Um, what are those bruises?

What caused them?

Can't really say.

They're identical.

Happened before death, though.

Do we know who he is yet?

Thought you might throw some light onto
that.

Dental records should show up something.

Not everyone's got a gold front tooth
and a top denture.

There is one other thing.

Oh, yeah, what's that?

When I undressed him, his underpants
were on the wrong way round.

You what?

Back to front.

Ooh. Could be a bit awkward after a
curry.

Good night, gentlemen.

We're going on to a club. Do you want to
join us? It's still early. I think I'll

pass. I've had enough of one night.
Shame.

Still, if you get lonely in the night,
give these people a call.

They're very reliable and discreet.

Doors open

200

right

Do you always work in the dark?

Oh no.

Pepper.

No.

Why are you doing this?

I need the money.

Are you on drugs?

No, of course not.

What do you need the money for?

To go to university.

Don't be ridiculous.

I don't have a rich father like Sarah.

Does she know about this?

No.

Don't worry.

Anyway, what do you mean by this? I
thought we were going out for dinner.

That's what the agent said.

So how come you end up half naked in my
bed?

How come you phoned an escort agency?

I don't know.

I've never done this before.

Oh, sure.

And what were you going to do? Sit
around sipping champagne, talking about

wife all night?

I don't think so.

It's got nothing to do with Elizabeth
and me.

Why do all men cheat?

What now?

Nothing.

This is our secret, right?

I'll get my bag and go.

Hello, can I help you?

I've come to report a missing person.

Right. How long has this person been
missing?

He's been gone about a week.

Name, please.

Diane Hawkins.

No, his name.

Joseph.

Joe Hawkins. It's my husband.

What's wrong, sir? Nothing's wrong.
Don't call me sir.

Just gub will do.

Yeah, um, I'll go to the bank.

I'll wait for you.

No, don't worry. You'll be all right.

There's no trouble, gub.

All right.

Okay.

Um, why don't you go and get us
something for dinner tonight, then?

Anything in particular?

Uh, there's a microwave working. Now?

Good. Well, let's go for Indian.

Get? Yeah, go. You choose.

Um, what about going?

Going, very good. Go and get us an
Indian.

Right, thank you. Ta -ra.

And this is the aerobics area.

And this is the gym.

Oh, very nice.

I mean, that looks a bit gruesome.

I wouldn't have to do that, would I? No,
no, no, you don't have to do anything

you don't want to do.

What are you looking to achieve, hmm?

Well, you know, try and get a bit
hitter.

Lose a couple of pounds.

Good idea.

If you do decide to join, I'll devise a
personal programme for you.

Oh, right. Thank you very much.

I hope that's compulsory.

No, you have to pay extra for that.

And daytime contact number.

Denton Police Station.

Are you a copper?

Detective Inspector.

Very impressed.

When do you want to start?

Um, what about tomorrow evening?

I've got a one -to -one from seven to
late and then I'm off.

Oh. Well, I can't make it before eight o
'clock.

All right.

I'll stay on especially for you,
Inspector.

Oh. You don't have to do that. I get
commission if I sign you up.

Oh.

And there was me thinking it was my
charm that had won you over.

Why are you really doing this?

Well, I thought it might be rather nice
to hear the sound of heavy breathing

once again.

I'll see you tomorrow night, Julie
Brown.

Heather's just told us.

He's not going to university.

What?

Why not?

Dad can't afford it. He's still not
working.

Well... I'm not blaming you, Stephen. I
know it's his own fault.

But what about the student loan?

I don't... want to leave university
owing thousands of pounds. How will I

pay that off?

What does everybody else do?

You'll be sharing with me. That'll help,
surely.

You've got to come.

You've got to do what's right for me.

Anyway, there's always next year.

Look on the bright side. With you gone,
I can come round here and cheer your

parents up.

Can't I, Uncle Stephen?

I'm going to open a bottle of wine.

Liz, give me a hand.

We can't let him give up like this.
Don't you feel any responsibility?

No. Her father was caught stealing from
the company, lucky not to be in prison.

That wasn't Heather's fault.

He hasn't been able to cope since Janet
died.

What do you want me to do?

I think we should try to help.

She'll be sharing with Sarah, and you're
paying the rent anyway, so why don't

you? Lend her the money and she'll pay
you back when she can afford to. Another

12 grand?

What makes you think she'd take a loan
from us anyway?

You're her hero.

Oh, go on.

I'm sure she'd rather do that than hang
around here for a year, wouldn't you?

Joel, what have they done to you?

Who got in a place like that?

I don't know, but I think he was mugged.

Where did you find them?

At the glass recycling plant.

I'm sorry to have to ask you this, Mrs.
Hawkins, but do you recognize this

wallet?

I gave that to him last time.

You did?

Point it.

Sarah joining us? No.

Who, then?

Surprise!

Ah, it's you.

Not too disappointed, I hope.

What have I let myself in for?

It was Heather's idea.

I wanted to thank you personally for
your help with the fees.

This is my treat.

It really isn't necessary.

If I'd suggested it, would you have
come?

Probably not.

Right, well, my job's done. I've
delivered him as promised.

You two have a good lunch, and I'll see
you later.

Bye. Bye. Thanks, Liz.

I don't think this is a very good idea.

Why not?

It's just lunch.

If that's all you want.

All I want to do is write you a check
and leave.

Twelve thousand.

No more escort agency for you.

Or me.

Let's put that particular nightmare
behind us.

Now, uh...

Who do I make this out to, the college?

No, me, please.

Right.

Thank you, Stephen.

Where are you going? We haven't even
eaten.

I've lost my appetite.

Well, then let's forget lunch.

You've just given me a large check.

Why don't I book us a room and thank you
properly?

What?

You know you fancy me.

Weren't you at all worried when your
husband didn't come home?

No, he often doesn't... didn't come
home.

I see.

How often is often? That would be, what,
once a week, once a month?

He worked nights and weeks.

He liked to go out drinking.

Sometimes we didn't see each other for
days.

Oh, really? How come?

We have separate rooms.

Sometimes he comes home late and I'm
already asleep.

And when I get up early to go to work,
he's still asleep.

Last time you saw your husband, was he
on nights then?

No.

He told me he was going out with his
mates after work to celebrate a win on

horses. Was it a big win?

He said £9 ,000, but it could have been
more.

Have you any idea how much money he
might have had on him that night?

I'd say at least £1 ,000.

£1 ,000?

I don't know for sure, but there's still
£8 ,000 in cash on his bedside table.

That's a lot of cash to be lying about.

Where did your husband work?

Up at Menzel's. The chocolate factory.

Didn't you think of phoning there, you
know, to ask his mates where he might

have been?

No way.

He'd be furious.

He'd accuse me of checking up on him.

There would have been hell to pay.

Why was he a violent man?

Depends what you call violent.

Well, I mean, did he ever hit you?

But he did love me.

He'd always bring me chocolates.

You keep telling me you've got
Blacksley's money about.

Where was this?

At the pub, then in the club.

Which club was that?

Rodeo Dreams.

That's the strip club, isn't it? It's
not a strip club, it's an adult bar.

Bit of a laugh. Laugh dancing. Hold on.

No touching or anything.

Help! How was Joe behaving during all
this?

Going off a bit.

Tucking his money into his huge e
-spring.

Just having a laugh.

A bit pissed like the rest of us.

Did anyone join you during all this?

I don't think so.

We had a good drink and then went off
for a curry.

So there was just the five of you?

Yeah, us two, David Caldwell and Nobby.
They worked in dispatch.

So you went for an Indian, then what?

We went home.

Me and Nobby got a cab.

So did me and David.

What happened to Joe?

He wanted to walk home.

He did leave the restaurant with you?

Yes, not before buying everyone a round
of drinks.

So all in all, half a denton saw Joe
flashing his money about.

All right, thanks.

Something gone down the wrong way?

Do you know her?

Yeah, we've met.

Very attractive.

She's got a young sister.

Never you mind.

Ah, Julie, I was going to call you. I
waited especially for you.

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, but something
came up.

And I couldn't find my gym shoes.

That's pathetic, Jack.

If you don't want to do it, fine, but
don't waste my time. No, I do, honestly.

Just give me another chance, please.

I must have been mad.

I'll call you, I will, I promise. When?

When?

Well, you know, as soon as I've got all
my money back, yeah.

Well, don't wait too long.

And you shouldn't be eating all that
fat.

You should have what your son's having.

What are you smirking at?

heard from Sarah.

Did she get that okay?

Yeah.

But Heather hasn't turned up.

Perhaps I should call Frank.

I mean, he is her father.

Pity he doesn't behave like it.

Well, he'd be worried.

Is he sober?

Did she say anything at lunch?

No, I gave her the check and she was as
pleased as punch.

Girls, passports, please.

Give me your passports.

I pay £10 ,000.

I keep.

Okay, passports or police?

You want police?

Give me your passports.

Where's Renata?

Right, let's get out of here.

I've lost one.

You've what?

There's only five of them. No, I don't
have them all on my lead.

What happens if she gets picked up with
a dodgy passport?

I can't trace that back to you.

Well, you'd better be right.

I'll see you later.

Yeah, but I've got my money.

Don't be a silly girl. Not here.

There's cameras all over the place.

Ladies, if you'd like to follow me, I'll
see you back at the office and you

bring those passports.

We know that Hawkins was still alive
when he left the Golden Turban around

midnight to walk home.

Now, Tranter, what news on the minicabs
in the local area?

Yes, Gav, and no -one remembers picking
him up. It's about a mile and a half

from the restaurant to the Hawkins
bungalow, and there are 26 possible

collection points.

That is assuming that he went straight
home.

Well, let's assume he did make for home.
That would take, what, an hour? 45

minutes?

So, theoretically, time of attack was
between midnight and one o 'clock.

Right. And the only signs of physical
assault are two bruises on his chest,

which would indicate that he was being
held down.

He was quite a big man. He'd take a lot
of holding down. We're probably looking

for more than one person.

Yeah, either that or a team of
weightlifters.

Why would muggers go to the bother of
hiding the body?

Good question, Vicky.

Anyone? One more, sir.

And why would they empty his wallet and
then put it back in his pocket?

Why, indeed.

Can anyone answer that?

No? All right.

Well, come on, I want you all out there
on the knocker.

Someone, somewhere, must have seen or
heard something.

I mean, a bloke that size must have
broken an awful lot of bottles.

Gov? Hmm?

Shall I go to Rodeo Dreams?

No,

you are not old enough.

Shall I go then? No, you won't. None of
you will. Sit down.

Now, come on, get out there knocking.

On doors, I mean.

And make it snappy.

What do you want?

Is Heather here?

I haven't seen my darling daughter for
months.

She's got herself a flat in town
somewhere.

Oh. Well, where?

I don't know. She doesn't tell me
anything.

What's this about?

She's supposed to be at university with
Sarah.

Since when? I thought she'd given up on
all that.

Got herself a job.

Well, I can't help her, can I?

Fortunately, Stephen's given her the
money.

What?

Who the hell does he think he is? I'm
her father.

Why don't you behave like it and stop
blaming Stephen for everything? Who

fault is it?

They were your fingers in the till.

Thank you. Ah, Jack. Jack?

Good.

Uniformers just pulled in a woman
pickpocket down at the shopping centre

doesn't speak English.

Now, there's something I need you to
have a look at for me.

What's that?

Her passport.

Now, just give me one minute. I've got
to try and sort out an interpreter.

Where's she from?

Poland, I think.

Something for me, Vicky?

Hmm. It's a very nice picture.

Normally they're rubbish.

Miss Crichton -Smith.

I don't say anything.

Hmm.

It says here you were born in Sevenoaks.
What was your address?

I don't understand a word you're saying.

Oh, right.

Do you pluck your eyebrows?

Yeah. Why do you want a knife, sir?

Because I need a pair of tweezers.

OK. Thank you.

Any joy?

Just about to find out.

Look at that.

How did she get through immigration with
this?

Where'd you get this from, love?

Woolworths? In Warsaw.

Where?

Warsaw.

Warsaw. That was right. Polish.

I'm going to be with Trig.

It's passport number.

on a circulated list.

It's one of a number reported stolen
from a hotel in Benidorm ten days ago.

Any of the others turned up?

No. All right.

Better let immigration know that we've
got this one. I will do.

Treg?

Yeah?

Yeah, who's speaking, please?

It's for you.

All right, who is it? Julie Brown.

I'm afraid he's not here at the moment.
Any message?

Tell him that that's the last time I
cancel anything for him.

I mean, who does he think he's messing
about with? You know, I've got my own

life to live, so just tell him not to
bother.

Thank you.

You asked for me?

Yes.

I'm going to sit down.

I'm not allowed to.

You want me to dance?

No, I want you to talk.

It's all right. I've spoken to him.
You're allowed to sit down. Come and sit

down.

Last Thursday, do you remember dancing
for this man?

I dance for many men.

Yes, I know, but you probably remember
him because he had a gold tooth.

Oh, yes, I remember.

He smiled a lot. I dance for him and his
friends.

Very generous.

It's not wrong, no?

No, no, no, no. Do you remember what
time they left?

It was early, about 10 .11.

Now, this is very important. Think
carefully.

Did this man come back later on his own?

No. You're sure?

I didn't leave Andy before, and I would
have known if he'd come back.

How would you have known?

He would have asked about me, of course.

Yes, yes, of course.

All right.

Thank you very much.

You want me to dance now?

Maybe next time, yes? Thank you.

Oh, I see.

Yeah, thank you.

come from rightly and before that the
word so you're a proper pole

dancer

Where the hell have you been?

Have you got my money?

Not here.

Upstairs in the office.

This isn't what we agreed.

You lost one.

You're lucky to get anything.

Look, these girls pay you and her ten
grand each. Is that right?

It's none of your business.

I'm the one who could go down for five
years if we get caught.

Give me the passports, take the money
and come and have a drink.

I haven't got them.

Where are they?

They're safe.

Heather, don't be stupid.

Stop playing games. Who's playing games?

You don't want to get involved with
things that you don't know about.

Trust me.

Trust the man who persuaded me to go on
the game for my 18th birthday.

I don't think so.

I'll give you the passport when you give
me a little bit of the action.

Yes, yes, I can help you.

What can I do for you?

Turn that bloody noise off for a start.

Can't do it without policy from HQ.

You're going to need plimsolls.

What did you say?

Plimsolls.

We've got night, Reebok, Adidas, Puma,
Atix, all the mates, but I don't think

I've ever heard of, um, plimsolls.

They're gym shoes.

Gym shoes for the gym.

Who for? You?

Yes, for me.

All right, just call, man, yeah?

Take a seat. I've got just the thing.

Have you seen these?

These are called shocks.

Shocks, pal.

They're the business. State of the art.
Top of the range.

A real lady, man. You see what I'm
getting?

Here, try them on.

How's that feel?

Sort of welds around the foot, right?

That's the gel. We call that tercyonic.

Tercyonic, do you?

Well, being a bit taller.

Diesel gel, I'll take them.

Good choice.

How much are they? One foot. How much?

£130, but they're the best ones.

So what do they call shots?

Look, how much are those there with a
bubble on the side?

£84. £80.

What about these here? £99. They're
cross -trained. Well, so am I. Look,

get me the cheapest.

Thank you. How much are these?

30. Ah, that's more like it. They're
unique.

Unique? Why do you say that?

Because you're the only person that's
ever bought a pair.

Anyway, what are you up to?

Relating the door to doors. How is the
lap dancing?

Pole dancing.

Do you see Prancer?

Really?

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Were they gorgeous?

Who? Those pole dancers.

Did they get all their kit off?

Haven't you got something to tell me?

What?

Who was on the phone?

Forensics. They found traces of
toothpaste on Joe Hawkins' dentures. So

about those... Well, why didn't you say
so?

Right. Come on, get to go.

Did, er, Joseph have any...

Enemies? Not that I was aware of.

Any gambling debts?

He might have, but he never told me.

Don't you think it was just a mugging?
It happens all the time.

Well, this was rather different.

You see, there were no signs of an
attack.

And they didn't just leave him where
they robbed him.

They went to the trouble of dumping him
in a bottle bank. What does it matter?

I beg your pardon? Look, I know he's
dead, but he was a real beast.

A bully.

I wish I could say I'm sorry he's dead,
but I'm not.

It's all right, Mrs Hawkins.

Is there anything else you want to tell
us?

There's nothing more to tell.

So have you finished, Inspector?

Yeah, um, I wonder if I could use your
bathroom.

It's through there.

Thank you.

Hi.

Who's the country and western fan?

He was. I can't stand it.

Oh. Who's this Colin Bayliss? Has he
come from Tennessee, does he?

He's a sleep therapist.

That's the hypnotherapy tape I play to
help me sleep.

Ah, I see. I have trouble getting off
and stuff. Does it work?

Yeah, it does.

Oh, yeah.

Well, we'll... These are nice.

Anyway, we'd better be off. Thank you
very much. Go on.

So, back to the station?

No, no. You go back to the station.

We're going to 42A Carlton Street.

Why? Why? Because that's where our sleep
therapist lives.

How do you know?

I wasn't looking at the song title.

Nor should you have been.

Mr. Bayliss?

Yes?

I'm Detective Inspector Frost, Denton
CID. This is D .C. Tranter.

I thought you did sleep therapy.

I do, but I also sell hearing aids.

Oh. I remember your eyelid. Dissatisfied
customer, was it?

What can I do for you, Inspector?

Did you know Mr. Joe Hawkins?

Yes. I once tried to treat him for a
snoring disorder.

Do you know he's dead?

I heard.

He's terrible.

How did you hear?

Mrs Hawkins told me.

Did she? When did she tell you that?

My wife and I bumped into her in the
supermarket.

When was the last time you saw Mr
Hawkins?

I don't know.

Months ago.

All right, thanks very much.

Is that all?

Why, have you got something else to tell
us?

No.

All right.

We'll be in touch if we want to see you
again.

Have a nice evening.

Bye.

Mr Everett again.

Still no word from Heather?

I've been in.

Dream dates escorts.

No, I'm afraid she isn't. Who is it?

Heather. Put him through.

I'm just putting you through.

Hi, can I help? I was hoping to book one
of your girls, Heather.

I'm afraid Heather's not available at
the moment. Can I suggest one of our

escorts?

No, not really. It's Heather I want.

For lunchtime today at the Denton Grade.

Is she booked out with somebody else?

No, she's just not available at the
moment.

Look, I'm sure we've got someone else
you'd like. Why don't you give me your

email and I'll send you some photos?

I'll give you my mobile number. See if
you can track her down.

I'll do my best, Mr... Mr Stephen.

Anyway, call me if she turns up.

We'll make another appointment.

Thanks very much. Bye -bye.

Afternoon.

Someone just called for you.

Do you want to do a lunch at the Denton?

No, I don't. I'm sick of it.

It's got to mean more to life than
meeting strangers in hotel rooms to make

money.

This guy asked especially for you. It's
your Mr. Stephen.

Did he leave a number?

Yes.

Call him back and tell him I'll be
there.

I will.

Now, where are the passports?

Where's my cut? There is no cut.

No deal.

This is the last one I'm doing for you,
Edward.

I'll see you after lunch.

And I want my money.

Terry, we've got a problem.

Get this over to the lab. Tell them I
want the results first, seeing at the

latest. It's Hawkins' toothpaste.

Right.

But even if it does match the toothpaste
on the dentures, that doesn't make it

conclusive, does it?

No, it's conclusive enough to frighten
her with, though. It proves that he

cleaned his teeth before he died.

And I bet he didn't do that in the bog
of the Golden Turban after he had his

vindaloo.

There's something going on between that
Diane Hawkins and Sven Garley. You think

so? Hmm.

Mind you, there's only one way to be
sure.

Hmm.

Got a nice little job for you.

Where have you been?

Nice trainers.

Yeah. They're made for walking.

Not rowing.

How much, pal? Only another 500 metres.

How much? Come on. You're doing well.

Oh, no. What are you doing?

Bearing you back for standing me up.

You're doing better than I expected.

Do you take your blood pressure
regularly?

Can I... Can I answer that when I can
breathe properly?

Sorry, do you want one?

No, thanks.

Sarah called this morning.

How is she?

Still no sign of Heather.

I think we should call the police. Look,
we're not her parents.

Just give her a few days.

You know what kids are.

The knowledge and understanding of this
unpredictable river to ensure ships can

come and go in safety.

This is their story.

What's the problem?

Bailiff has just shown up.

What do you want me to do?

Go on, stay and see what happens next.

Gov? Yes?

What happens if he doesn't come out? I
mean, if it's an all -nighter?

What do you want me to do, send over
your monogrammed pyjamas?

No. Just stay there.

Good night.

Morning.

Morning, Jack. You're an early bird.
Something on?

Couldn't sleep.

Oh, Jack, break it just a little bit.

Oh, right.

DC canter in. Yeah, he's in.

D .C. Cook.

D .I. Frost.

I want you to go and pick up Hawkins and
Bailey for me.

Thank you.

Oh, God! He

was

drunk when he came home.

shouting abuse, accusing Colin and me of
all sorts.

He punched Colin in the face and stormed
out the house.

That was the last time I saw him.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

I don't know.

When you told me Joe had been killed, I
didn't want you to find out about Colin.

Why not?

You might have thought he had something
to do with it.

So why do you ever change your heart
now?

Because he went to see Colin.

Well, you saw the state of him. He was
only trying to protect me.

How long was your husband in the house?

Five minutes less.

So, your husband left immediately after
the assault on Mr Bates?

Yes.

He didn't clean his teeth before he
left, did he?

What? No.

Why?

It's just that forensics have found
traces of toothpaste under his dentures,

which means that he cleaned his teeth
after his meal.

Sorry, I don't follow you.

The residue of toothpaste that they
found under his dentures is identical to

toothpaste.

that I removed from your bathroom the
last time I was there.

Well, perhaps he did clean them then.

Oh, perhaps he did. Just now you said he
didn't.

Well, I don't know. I mean, he might
have done.

So he had the presence of mind, did he,
to clean his teeth, but not the presence

of mind to take his £8 ,000 with him.

Oh, Gloria, I can't go on with it.

Perhaps now you'd like to tell us what
really happened.

He came back drunk.

So me and Colin together, we were only
talking.

He punched me. Colin in the face and
threw him out the house.

I knew he'd come back for me, so I
locked myself in my bedroom.

I was terrified.

I heard Colin's car drive off.

Joe tried my door.

I thought he was going to break it down.
He was swearing and shouting.

I just sat on the bed, terrified,

waiting.

Then it went quiet and about ten minutes
later I heard

them snoring.

I called Colin on his mobile.

I wanted him to come and get me.

I packed a bag and waited for Colin.

He looked dreadful.

And then what did you do?

We were about to go when I thought...

I'm entitled to that money for
everything I've put up with.

It's not like I'd be stealing.

Colin wanted to leave, but I wouldn't go
until I got the money.

Baradar was just lying there, dark
naked, with an oar in his head off.

As I leaned across him, to get the money
from the drawer.

He opened his eyes for a second and then
started throwing up.

He grabbed hold of me.

Colin pulled me out of the way and
jumped on top of him.

I was kneeling on him.

trying to hold him down because he was
thrashing about, sick all over the

It was horrible.

I grabbed a pillow and put it over his
face, but only for a second or two.

And he stopped moving.

I pulled the pillow away and he wasn't
breathing.

You'd smothered him.

I didn't mean to.

What were you trying to do?

Staunch the flow?

What would you have done?

Called the police?

Or an ambulance?

We panicked.

Colin went to get the car while I got
undressed.

It wasn't easy.

And in your panic, that's how he got his
underpants on back to front.

How did you and Colin get him from the
bed to the car?

How do you mean?

Well, you're only little, aren't you,
the pair of you?

And he's, well, he was quite a big man.

We got him on the television stand and
sort of pushed him.

We got him into the back of the car and
then...

drove around for a while, trying to
think what we could do.

I thought we could make it look like he
was mugged.

So he took off his watch, emptied his
wallet, and then put it back in his

pocket.

No mugger would have done that.

How would we know?

Why did you put him in the bottle bank?

I thought that was the sort of thing a
mugger might do.

They're not exactly hardened criminals,
though, are they?

I mean, that Hawkins was a drunk and a
bully, by all accounts.

If they get themselves a decent brief,
they could get off on a technicality.

You know, did they choke him or did he
choke himself?

The worst they could expect was
disposing of a dead body.

Well, just write your report, Jack, and
we'll let the CPS decide what to do.

All right, sir. Now, on a very different
note...

I had dinner last night with the Chief
Constable. He's very keen that some of

our senior officers should attend a
weekend initiative and leadership

Well, with due respect, sir, considering
all that I've been through and at this

stage in my career, do you really think
I would benefit from spending a weekend

under canvas with a candle and a piece
of string?

Yes.

Excuse me, sir. I thought Inspector
Frost should know. We've just had a

in. Body of a young woman's been found
at the Denton Grange.

All right, thank you.

You'd better go, Jack, sir.

George?

Bag.

Purse, address book, keys.

It looks like her name was Heather
Wills.

Any sign of a motive?

Well, her clothes were all neatly
folded, but a bag had been tipped out

bed. There's cash in her wallet. It
doesn't look like robbery, no.

I see.

Is she on the game, do you reckon?

Yeah, could be.

There's a card in her wallet with the
name Dream Dates Escort Agency on it.

Any sign of sexual activity, Doc?

I can't be absolutely certain.

You'll have to wait for pathology.

I've just been at... Yeah, OK, go on.
What is it?

The room was booked in the name of a
Stephen Richford.

According to reception, he booked in at
12 noon yesterday and paid his bill by

credit card at about three o 'clock.

All right.

Well, go and pick up this Mr Richford
and we'll have a little chat.

Off you go.

George.

We've got her address.

Yeah.

Got those keys, have you?

Yeah.

Dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

Someone's been looking for something.

Better get forensics onto this.

Hey, George, have a look at this.

Certainly was a pretty girl.

Who's that, Father, do you reckon?

Yeah, probably.

There is a Mr Frank Wills under Dad in
her address book.

I'd better go and break the bad news.

Sorry to bother you.

Is Mr.

Richford in?

Who are you?

DC Tranter, DC Cook, Denton Police.

You'd better come in.

Would you like to speak to Mr. Stephen
Richford, please?

Who is this?

Mr. Richford?

Yes. Denton Police.

What can I do for you?

We're making inquiries about a Heather
Wills.

Do you know her, sir? Yes, of course.

We've been looking for her. Have you
found her?

We'd like you to come down to the
station, sir.

What's going on?

Is Heather all right? Elizabeth, don't
worry. I'll go with them and find out.

I'll come with you. No.

There's no need for that.

I'll call you when I've got some news.

Shall I follow you in the car?

No. Come with us, sir.

G .I. Frost entered the room at 14 .40.

Carry on.

When was the last time you saw Heddle
Wills, Mr. Richford?

Yesterday for lunch.

And where was that?

The Denton Grange.

Did you eat in the restaurant or did you
have it sent up to your room?

Excuse me? You did book a room. You
checked in just before 12 and then you

checked out again after 3.

What if I do? What's it got to do with
you?

Heather Wills is dead.

What?

And it appears you were the last person
to see her alive.

I don't understand. How?

She was found half naked and strangled
in your room this morning.

What was she doing there?

I don't know.

You must do.

OK. I arranged to meet her at the hotel
because she had some money of mine.

Explain.

I lent her some money to help pay for
university.

Why would you do that?

She's a family friend. She needed help.

How much did you lend her?

£12 ,000. But the thing is, she didn't
turn up at the beginning of term. We

worried something had happened to her.

Not to mention the £12 ,000.

We were all worried.

If you knew she was missing, how did you
manage to track her down?

Through dream dates.

That's where she worked.

Oh, she was a deuce.

So did I until last week.

Don't fool you.

I was staying overnight at Denton
Grange.

Business.

I'd had a few drinks and I called dream
dates.

To cut a long story short, Heather
turned up.

Must have been a bit of a shock.

Yes, it bloody was for both of us.

Was this before or after you gave her
the money to further her education?

Before.

The reason I saw her yesterday was to
find out what she was up to.

Why she hadn't gone to university.

She said she wanted more money or she
told my daughter.

She was blackmailing you.

So you strangled her.

No!

I refused to give her any money. I
wanted mine back. We had a row and I

out.

When I left that room, Heather was
alive.

Did you have sex with her?

She was my daughter's best friend, for
God's sake. They grew up together.

Is that a yes or a no?

You let him go?

Pro tem, yes.

Well, he did have a point.

I mean, why would he book a hotel room
in his own name, pay for it with his own

credit card, and then leave a dead girl
on the bed?

Anyway, don't worry.

I told him not to go anywhere.

You did what?

Well, we're still waiting for the
results of forensics and pathology.

He did give us a DNA swab, though,
before he left.

Well, I still think you had enough to
hold him.

He couldn't have had a bigger motive.
Who else could have done it? I don't

yet.

Is Heather Wills one of your escorts?

Yes, and sometimes she works downstairs
in the bar.

Did you send her to the Denton Grange
yesterday?

Yeah, she was booked for lunch.

Who booked her?

I'll have a look.

Here it is. Stephen.

Did he pay by credit card?

No, he would have paid cash, but that's
perfectly normal.

What's this all about?

Heather Wills is dead, sir.

What? Do you know Mr. Richford?

Um, no, I don't think so.

What about this Mr. Stephen?

We think he's the same man, Stephen
Richford. She was found in his hotel

Have you arrested him?

No. Why not?

Thanks very much for your help.

leave a message.

Terry, if you're there, pick up. It's
urgent.

Where's the fire, Eddie? What's so
urgent?

Heather's dead.

Murdered. What?

I've had the police here.

They think they never did it.

Who? The punter she was with at the
hotel yesterday.

Well, have they got him?

No, they let him go.

Why? They didn't say.

Well, why did they come and see you?

To check.

Well, that's all right, then.

What about the passports? That's what
I'm worried about.

Well, don't let it worry you.

I mean, even if they do find them, Eva
can't tell them anything now, can she?

Stephen!

Stephen!

Stephen!

Stephen! Stephen! Stephen!

Where is he? He's at the police desk.
No, he's not.

Has Heather turned up? Heather's...

I've just been to identify her body.

She was found half naked in a hotel
bedroom, a room that was booked by your

husband. What hotel room? What are you
talking about?

Stephen murdered her.

I'm going to the police station, you
bloody drunk.

How could you say such terrible things
about Stephen and your own daughter? Who

of it are I?

Go on, you ring them. They'll tell you
if you don't believe me.

They haven't even arrested him. No,
they've bloody let him go.

And when I find him, I'm going to kill
him.

Tranter.

Who's speaking?

Just a moment, I'll see if I can find
him.

Gav? Hmm?

It's Richford.

He sounds a bit pissed.

Oh, right.

Stay on the phone.

Frost.

DNA swab.

I lied.

I did have sex with Heather.

Did you?

Why didn't you tell me before?

I could have said.

I'm sorry.

That's all right. Don't say any more.

Where are you?

Yes, it was it.

Well, George, what? Yeah, it's rich for
Jack.

It looks like suicide.

The driver's seat's in recline.

Half a bottle of whiskey and an empty
packet of Nembutal on the passenger's

seat, but no note.

Yes, he obviously couldn't bear the
shame and disgrace that he'd brought

himself and his family.

Hmm, maybe.

Spent a pound for a penny, literally
spent as a lock -up.

Well, I'll check.

You don't think it was suicide?

No.

Not if he didn't kill her.

If Richford knew where she lived, why
did he bother to get in touch with a

dating agency and arrange to meet her in
his hotel room?

Would have been a lot easier to have
killed her in her own flat.

Look, we're talking about this incident,
Jack. Now, look at the evidence before

you. I must say, I think we've had a bit
of luck in this case, seeing how you

let him go.

That's a very tidy result.

Murder, then suicide.

Lucky, isn't it?

I hope his family are going to think the
same thing when I break the news.

Why would they turn over Heather's flat?

What were they looking for?

They? Just Richford's prints were all
over the flat in the hotel room. Yes, I

know, but they weren't over her handbag,
were they? All the contents.

But the bag had been tipped out onto the
bed, though.

She could have done that.

Oh, why didn't she put all the stuff
back then, eh?

Let's say it wasn't Richford. Who else
could it have been?

The thief would have taken the cash and
the jewellery.

I don't know.

What's this?

And what is this?

How the hell did you miss these?

I don't know.

Very well done, though. Sod the
craftsmanship. You missed them.

How come Socko missed these, too?

At least now we know what they were
looking for, Jack.

That's all right. We'll get that down to
forensics. Meanwhile, George, you take

these down to tree.

I bet you a pound to a penny. These are
on the stolen list.

And have a chat with that Polish girl
you brought in the other day. And

meanwhile, Sherlock, you get that shower
from Socko on the phone. I want a word.

Ask her if she knows that girl.

She says it's the girl that brought them
into England.

There was a man with her.

What man?

The man they paid money to for their
passports.

Well, we have a link with Heather and
the passports.

Now, the thing is...

Was Stephen Richford involved?

Do you think he could be in on it with
her?

He could be the guy Renata gave the
money to in Poland.

No, according to his wife, he hasn't
been out of the country for months.

So there must be somebody else.

There is somebody else.

And that's the person she let into her
hotel room. And that's the person who

killed her.

No, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Let's just go through this suicide
again, shall we?

Well, Richford's prints were all over
the car.

Except for the tape on the driver's
window and the hose coming from the

Yes, but why would that be? Because
Richford didn't wear gloves, did he?

All right, let's go through what
happened.

Richford drives into the garage. He
connects the hose pipe to the exhaust.

He takes the other end of the hose pipe
and he puts it through the passenger

window. He winds up the passenger window
as far as it will go and then...

He takes up the gap, right?

He goes round to the driver's side.

He gets in.

He takes the pills and washes them down
with half a bottle of scotch.

Switches on the engine and waits to die.

There was somebody else involved.

And he wore gloves.

That's why there are no prints on the
tape.

He tore the tape with his teeth.

Get that checked for DNA.

And I bet you that they won't match
Richford's. Right. And if we can prove

Richford was murdered, then there's
bound to be a connection with Heather's

murder.

My money's on the escort agency guy,
Darbley. Frank Wills.

Garth's father. He hated Richford.

And if he thought Richard had slept with
his daughter, well... Forged passports.

So what have they got to do with me?

Well, they were found in your dead
employee's handbag.

I thought you might be able to shed some
light.

How? Have you been abroad recently?

No, too busy.

Did you send Heather to Poland?

Why would I do that?

Well, we have a young woman in custody
who has identified Heather as the person

who brought her and four other young
Polish girls into the country on forged

passports. We also know there was a man
involved.

God, and you think that man was me?

Well, you don't blame me for wondering,
do you?

I mean, you run this escort agency, you
run a strip joint, you employ foreign

girls. I mean, what else do you do?

You're like a punt, do you?

So?

Are all these crayons yours?

Not that it's any of your business, but
yes.

Everything is my business. I'm
conducting a murder inquiry.

Look, I'm sorry, I've got nothing to
hide.

What do you want to know?

Where were you the afternoon Heather
went to the Denton Grange?

I was here, working in the office.

Oh, were you?

That's funny, because your, um,
booker...

said that you didn't get back to the
office until gone four o 'clock.

So I had London and went shopping.

Anybody see you? Have you got any
receipts?

What are you saying?

Look, I don't have to answer any more of
these questions.

No, no, no, you don't.

Not here, you don't.

But we could ask you to come down to the
station, and if you do, I could inform

the immigration and the inland revenue
people to come and have a look round

office.

Have a look at this, Gav.

You seem to own a lot of property.

It's all legit.

And I've been very lucky with my
greyhounds.

You never told me that Heather Wills was
a tenant of yours?

Didn't think it was important.

She pays an awful lot of rent for a 20
-year -old.

Unless, of course, she's supplementing
her income in some way.

I wouldn't know.

What about this?

Hearst International, Hearst
Photographics, Hearst Travel.

Who is this Hearst?

He's a good tenant, pays his rent on
time, does some of our printing.

You're getting the hang of this
interrogation laugh, aren't you?

You see his face?

You shook him up.

Thank you, Gav.

Mr Mullet tells me the Chief Constable
has high hopes for you.

You could go far.

I don't know about that.

Don't you?

Oh, well.

It's locked.

You see, the danger is, for most of us,
not that we aim too high and miss it,

but we aim too low and we...

Go on, look in there.

Well, that's you stymied for a start.

Look away a second, Gav.

This is illegal.

So is burglary. Just get on with it,
will you?

Hello? What have you got here?

Gov? Look at this.

Dream date escorts.

She's nice.

Yeah, you ought to see her in the flesh.

That's the Polish girl from Rice Slip.

What?

We'd better get a hold of this Mr.
Hurst.

Shall I bag this lot up, Gov?

Bag this lot up? We're not supposed to
be here, are we?

Mind you, I wouldn't mind getting hold
of a floppy copy of that lot.

You know, whatever you call it.

Come on, let's go.

I want a watch put on this place.

A stakeout in his flat.

You don't need a floppy copy cup.

It's all on here.

Good boy. Turn that off.

Look, will you stop jiggling about and
just come over here?

I have done nothing wrong.

No, you haven't done anything wrong. I'm
not here about your P45 or your

national insurance.

I'm an English girl.

I have English husband.

British passport?

Congratulations. Look, have you ever
seen her before?

I noticed her when I first came here.

She worked behind the bar.

The owner was her boyfriend.

Did he get you into the country?

Sure.

I'm not in trouble.

No, you're not in trouble.

But how did you get into England?

I paid £10 ,000 to another English man.

He took a photograph and gave me a
passport and a ticket the next day.

Well, that's a lot of money, isn't it?
Yes, but I borrowed it and paid back big

interest to Poland.

How did you find out about this place?

Other guys in Poland tell me it's a good
place to go.

Why did you leave Dream Dates Agency?

This way it's better.

And I have a chance to meet richer men
with big hearts and deep pockets.

I married one.

I dance for you now.

Why didn't you tell us that Heather was
your girlfriend?

It was a fling, ages ago.

Is that how she got on the game? I
didn't know she was on the game.

You know who that is, though, don't you?

Yes, you know I do. She danced in my
bar.

Do you know where Terry Hurst is now?

No. Why should I?

You do know Stephen Richford is dead,
though, don't you?

No. Yeah.

He was found dead in his car in a lock
-up garage near Heather's flat.

A flat you own.

Well, that's it, then. He obviously
killed Heather and then topped himself.

Except he was murdered.

And whoever killed him killed Heather.

Now, do you remember where you were on
the afternoon that Heather was murdered?

I'm not saying a thing until my lawyer
gets here.

My client admits involvement with the
passports and bringing the Polish girls

into the country.

But I've got nothing to do with murder.

How did Hurst get a hold of the
passports?

He'd steal them to order.

He'd go to, say, Benidorm.

steal the passports of a group of
English girls, rot their faces, take the

passports to Poland and stick the Polish
girls' photos over the originals.

So it would look like that Heather was
bringing in a group of English girls

a package holiday.

Yeah.

We kept it small and low -key.

That way we didn't attract the attention
of the big organisations.

The trouble was, Heather found out how
much we were making and, well, she got

greedy. She wouldn't hand over the last
lot of passports unless she got a bigger

cut. I met Terry that lunchtime and he
said he was going to have it out with

Heather after her date with the punter.

Did you tell him where she was?

No comment.

It's OK.

I may have done, though.

May have done?

All right, I did.

That's conspiracy to murder.

Unless, of course, you helped me out.

So, Richford has sex with Heather.

She wants more money, and they argue, so
he leaves.

The room is paid for for 24 hours, and
she's in no hurry to get back to the

agency. Well, there's a knock on the
door. She thinks Richford's come back,

it's not. It's Hurst. That's right, and
he says he's come to do a deal about the

passports, so she lets him in. She
refuses to hand them over, and he

her. But why would Hurst kill Richford?

Because Hearst thinks that Stephen
Richford is the only one in the frame

Heather's murder. But we let him go.

So to stop us digging any further, he
gets in touch with Richford. No, but

they didn't know each other.

It's not rocket science to get a phone
number.

No, and it'll be in Heather's address
book, won't it?

So Hurst entices Richford up to
Heather's flat on some pretext, like,

trying to prove his innocence or
whatever.

There he spikes Richford's drinks,
making sure that Richford has left his

fingerprints in Heather's flat.

Hurst then takes Richford, puts him in
his car, puts the car in the lock -up,

puts the pipe from the exhaust into the
car, and bobs your uncle.

It makes it look like Richford has
murdered Heather and then committed

Where's Hurst now?

He's on his way back from Calais.

He's bringing some more in?

Yes, he's doing this one himself.

He should be back this afternoon.

Tom!

Yes, the room at 1610.

Yes, George, what is it?

The lab's confirmed.

The DNA on her cigarette end is the same
as on the tape on Rachel's car.

Thank you, George.

All right, come on, Mr Darbley.

How's he doing it?

Weekend trip in a people carrier for
fags and booze.

Where does he take them?

Well, he usually drops the girls off at
the multi -story on North Street and

then brings the fags and booze to the
Rodeo.

So what do the girls do?

Not a problem.

He's got the money, collects the
passports, chances are we'll never see

again. Unless they're tasty, then we
might pick out one or two.

Hello, Eddie.

What the hell are you doing?

Put that thing away.

The police were waiting for me in the
car park.

Well, don't look at me. Why would I do
that?

Because you're a greedy bastard.

Me? Come on, Terry.

You're the one that wants to keep
bringing more in. Well, I ain't heard

complaining about the money. It wasn't
me, Terry.

It must have been Heather. She knew when
you were making another run.

Why did she tell the Lord?

Because we wouldn't pay her more money.
You know what state she was in.

Anyway, I thought you got the passports
back off her at the hotel.

She wouldn't give them to me.

And they weren't in a bag or at a flat.

You killed her, didn't you?

Did I?

Are you mad?

They already know we have a connection.
All right.

How much money have you got in the safe?

200 ,000.

Go and get it.

Bring it back here tonight.

And then what?

Then we split it. You do what you want.
I'm out of here.

Oh, great. So how do I know you're not
going to kill me?

You don't.

But if you don't turn up tonight, I
will.

All right.

All right.

Not here.

Not here.

Don't worry.

I'll be listening and watching to
everything that you do and say.

There'll always be someone within ten
feet of you.

And don't forget that when you give him
the money, you come and place a bet with

my bookie. And then what?

Then we nick him.

And what happens if he pulls a gun
again?

Tranter, make sure you fix him up one of
those vests.

And where do you want my team, sir?

I'd prefer that we didn't have them at
all.

Jack, we know he's got a gun.

I can't risk anything happening to any
member of the public. I know, I know, I

know. But I want them all in civvies.

Understood?

Right, I want one placed in that balcony
over there.

One above here with the hair driver.

One down there with the bookies. But no
one is to take a shot without my face,

sir. Understand? No one.

Is that all right with you, sir?

Yes, you take our instructions from
Inspector Frost.

Thank you.

is probably hung over the bank.

They're loaded up. The start has given
the all -clear signal.

He's on the move.

Running and four just leading with two
and six on the outside.

I've already cut it. Little shares in
the bag.

Garbage down.

Garbage down. Nobody shoot.

Nobody shoot.

Don't shoot him. Don't shoot him.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot. Don't shoot.
Don't shoot. Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot. Don't shoot.
Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

Do you want to cut him off your life?
No, no, no, you cut him.

I've left mine in my car.

Oh.

I... I don't suppose you'd fancy a meal
one night, would you?

If I can walk.

Just dinner.

How do I know I can trust you?

I'm a policeman.