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Take them over there, right?

Right?

That's just all right.

OK, panic over.

He's here.

Good morning.

Morning, Jack. Morning, George. What have we got?

Mass grave.

How many?

Three. So far, anyway.

Three? It's hardly a mass grave, then, is it? How many do you want?

Who's that one over there, look, with the funny boots?

American. Yeah? Witness?

Oh. Hang about. Hold on.

Oh, look at that. Dead on time.

Thank you very much.

What will it go?

Three, did you say?

Yes.

HRH being informed?

No, not yet, no.

Well, he's going to be ecstatic, isn't he, eh? Three more stiffs.

Imagine what that's going to do to this month's crime figures.

Ah, Dr Mackenzie.

Well, well, well, what do we have here?

Three bodies, male Caucasian, late 20s, early 30s.

No immediately obvious distinguishing features or causes of death.

No immediately obvious clothes either. What's that they're covered in? Some

of shrouding, by the look of it.

Buried in a circle.

Yes. Well, more of a triangle, really.

Yeah. I thought it'd be easier ways.

What brought them up here, do you think?

Morris dancing.

Silly. Haven't got any bells.

Well, how long do you think?

Two, maybe three weeks.

Less than a month, whatever.

For instance, you'll be able to pinpoint things more accurately.

Right.

Enjoying that?

Certainly. Best meal of the day, this.

Told you.

How did we find them?

There's a gentleman over there, a Mr Fellows, dialed 999 at 2 .13.

Out walking his dog, apparently.

Well, he'll pass through in the morning.

Each to his own, I suppose.

He's hardly likely to be a murderer, though, is he? Who said anything about

murder? All right, clever clogs.

Just because you've been up since 6 o 'clock this morning.

4 .30, actually.

Go on,

look at this place.

It's been years since I've been here.

Detective Inspector?

Yes? Dr.

Walker. Miriam Walker.

From the university.

You found some graves, I'm told.

Really? Well, not you personally, your men.

Three, according to your patrolman.

Don't worry, it's all right. I'm not paparazzi.

Do I look paparazzi?

Well, worse, if you must know.

Anthropologist. Really?

I'd never have guessed.

Well, I was just inquiring whether they happen to be buried in an unusual

pattern.

What? The body.

Should they have been?

That's what I'm asking.

Why? It's pre -Christian.

The whole site, the entire valley.

Patterns are extremely important, didn't you know?

No, I didn't know.

Now, due east, the rising sun, most potent symbol of all.

Due west, the standing stones, from which Denton gets its name.

And in between, pagan finds.

Hundreds of them.

Often unbelievably gruesome.

Well, that's fascinating. Very fascinating, Doctor, um... Walker.

Walker.

You see, we're only talking about a couple of weeks here, not the Dark Ages.

Exactly, Inspector. So am I.

Unfortunately, satanic ritual is alive and thriving.

The trick is knowing how to recognize its patterns.

going into a standing hill.

Ready? One, two, three, four, five, and up.

Good work.

Excellent. Another half -notch resistance for you, Lucy. I know you can

Good. Push, push, push.

Good work.

Excellent.

Something that can be done. I mean, they can't just go round destroying people's

lives for no good reason.

But I suspect this is more of a matter for the CAB.

Have you tried them, the Citizens Advice Bureau?

Excuse me.

Jack!

He'd like a word.

Must be one lucky day.

Margaret!

Levertsky. Levertsky. Inspector Frost. Yeah. Gosh. Long time no see. Yeah.

How's Nathan?

Nathan? Dead. Three years. Heart.

Oh, really?

Dead heart. Well, dear.

Who'd have thought that, eh?

Yes. So, was he... Inside? No, no. Oh, good.

He was harmless.

Something to be grateful for.

I hope Sergeant Brady isn't trying to chat you up. Actually, it was about

It's my nephew.

What do you mean? It's not true?

Of course not.

What, he's not gay?

No, he is. Everybody knows he's gay.

But he wouldn't do anything like this. Never in a million years.

He's not sick.

He's not involved in anything like that.

Jack. The gentleman in question has apparently attempted suicide.

Oh, really?

Is he all right now?

Well, this time, somebody's got to stop them printing these lies.

God, look, listen to this. A group of perverts is believed to have targeted

local youth clubs with a view to peddling their own particular brand of

Can't promise this.

Who?

Did you get my message?

Oh, yes, sir. It shan't be a tick.

Can we settle for now?

Langley Hill.

What have you got?

Three bodies.

Yes, I do understand that, but what's the explanation?

The logic behind the obvious.

Naked bodies.

No immediately obvious cause of death.

No persons reported missing.

Men, relatively young.

A gay connection, perhaps.

You know how quickly work gets around, Jack. We're going to need to come up

some answers.

And fast.

This has nothing to do with next week's division or meeting, I presume?

Certainly not.

Well, a degree of urgency wouldn't go on this, but not at the expense of sound

police work.

Sir, may I remind you that SOCO are still on site.

Forensic won't even give us a preliminary report till first thing

morning. So what am I supposed to do?

Hold a briefing and tell everybody that I come up with some half -baked theory

about gay sacrifices?

Oh, don't be ridiculous. You know perfectly well what I mean. Do I?

Sacrifices?

It's a joke.

Oh.

As a matter of fact, someone rang in earlier suggesting that we take a look

the possibility of, well, a similar link.

It wasn't an American, by any chance, was it?

Or one of our friends from Fleet Street, because you know how much I love the

press.

Quite.

So, do we?

What?

I think there's a link.

Well, that's up to you, Jack.

You're running the show.

Thank you, sir.

Come on!

Come on, folks!

Keep going!

Excellent! Excellent!

Excellent, Clark. Well done.

So I shall see you all next week, I hope.

They've arrived. The photographs.

The special messenger.

Lovely.

Thank you.

For the evening news?

Yes. So, no chance of a peak?

Happily not.

Not until I've weeded out the bad ones.

Bad ones? What bad ones? Aha.

You like to know.

Try me. Go on.

Patience, patience.

You won't forget why I asked, though.

It's important.

No.

No, of course not.

It's not very nice, is it?

No.

If we were to find out who did this, can I count on you to press charges?

No.

Sorry.

Only makes things worse.

All right, well, it's your call.

Yeah.

What's going on here, then?

Surveying.

For what?

New headquarters.

Callum Communications.

Whole area.

Well, does that include the boys' club, then?

Money talk, doesn't it?

Hi. Road Memorial, C. James Cullen.

What brings you up here?

Do you know, I was just going to say the same to you.

I was going to say, what's the editor of the local rag doing right up here?

Me? Simple.

A piece for the evening news.

Urban regeneration.

Benton forges a new identity.

Care of Callum Communications, is it?

Beggars can't be choosers.

Besides, got to keep the new proprietor sweet.

Do what?

Yeah, a couple of months. Almost three.

We're going to have new offices, new print works, a lot.

We won't know ourselves.

Is it cut and dried, then, is it?

Near enough.

One or two teething problems, nothing important.

What, like the boys' club?

They were offered a place on an industrial estate and turned it down.

Their own fault, really.

Is that why you put the frighteners on?

It's a tough world, Jack.

Besides, not my idea, as it happens.

Well, whose was it, then?

All right.

Don't tell me you're new proprietors.

Oh.

Very persuasive, is he?

Where's he come from, anyway? What's his name? Callum.

London. Oh, yeah? What was he, born into the business, was he?

Got printer's ink running through his veins.

It's all changed, hasn't it?

Entrepreneur. Mainly top shelf to begin with, I believe. Oh, what, girly mags?

Yeah, and the rest.

But now he's kosher, is he? Oh, very.

Global interests, ethical investments, awards, you name it.

Oh, well, bully for him.

You do know that the lad tried to commit suicide, don't you?

He didn't name any names.

Oh, come on.

You didn't have to, did you? People aren't... Stupid. We simply brought the

situation to the public's attention.

Oh, part of your civic duties, was it? Why not?

Well, telling porkies.

That would have to be up to a court to decide, wouldn't it?

Things change, Jack.

New ideas, new directions.

Can't afford to keep still, any of us.

Gucci handbags next, then, is it?

You never know.

He who pays the piper.

That's one way of looking at it.

Is there another?

Certainly.

He who pays my mortgage gets my vote.

Grace, we're going to move to the paper right away.

Should have the column up and running before the end of the week.

What was the strap we came up with?

Fitness is fun. Yes, good.

Excellent. Which reminds me, better warn Michelle I'll be back late.

She knows.

Oh, good.

Well, an early supper tonight, and then come along and watch me perform.

Of course.

Good.

A mysterious trinity.

Apparent cause of death in each case is asphyxiation. No signs of confusion, no

evidence of any violent struggle, no injection of poisonous substances.

Ages ranging from, what, 25 to 33.

Reasonable physical condition by and large.

What did you mean?

One right hand missing.

Also a section of forearm.

Probably a badger or a fox, maybe a domestic dog.

Some evidence of manual labour, one or two cavities, nothing spectacular.

Approximate date of death ranging from 18 to 21 days.

Oh, yes, and the only physical marking is a small tattoo.

Here.

All right.

Thank you.

What about this?

Some kind of muslin, I guess.

Forensic would be of more help.

Then what's this?

The remains of a cat buried with them.

Cat?

All right, everybody, pay attention. Come on, settle down.

All right, George, thank you.

OK, bodies, three.

Discovered early this morning in the Langley Hill area, following a call from

Mr William Fellows, apparently out walking his dog.

There's no obvious IDs, no clothing, one faint tattoo.

Cause of death assumed to be asphyxiation.

Assumed?

Assumed. Yes.

Well, at the moment, it's early days, and I don't want to rule anything out

until I've had a good look at things.

Now, also buried alongside the bodies was a cat.

Yes, all right, very amusing, but... If I were you, I would keep that

information under your hat because we don't really want the bunny huggers

involved any earlier than we have to, do we? No. Good. So... Any questions?

No. Good.

Right. Now, DS Nichols, he will be liaising with forensics regarding a

match. George Toulon will handle the press.

Now, I, um... Ahem.

I know that I don't have to remind any of you about the importance of the

divisional meeting next week.

Because that's going to give us a chance to clear up a few loose ends.

And, oh, I didn't know you were there, sir.

Carry on.

Thank you very much, sir.

All right, you heard what he said. Come along, carry on. Chop, chop.

Jack. A word in your ear.

Satanic ritual.

Just a thought.

Well, it's possible.

Oh, yes, yes, yes. Well, you know, it is possible.

Anything's possible.

You know, satanic, masonic.

It's all mumbo -jumbo to me, of course. Of course, ours is not to reason why, is

it, sir?

Ladies and gentlemen, in the few months during which my company has had the

pleasure to have its temporary headquarters here in Denton, I've come

appreciate what a unique and vibrant community that many of you here

And today, well, I want to share with you a vision.

It's not simply of my organisation's future.

but of the future of this entire area, its sustained growth and its continued

prosperity.

Thank you.

Nice to meet you.

Planning

department?

No. I didn't think I'd seen you before.

Michelle.

What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

You promised.

Richard. Hello.

I've been trying to phone.

Well, I've been very busy.

Is there something the matter?

No.

Whitehall have been trying to get hold of you.

The African project.

They said they'd call you at the office.

Right, right.

Well, why not at home?

Something to do with a secure line, apparently.

I said I'd pass on the message, but you didn't answer.

Sorry.

Thank you so much for coming along.

Thank you.

Councillor, how lovely to see you. Would you excuse us? Thank you so much.

Tom. Sorry.

She wants you home.

Michelle, no, no.

No business, I'm afraid. I've got to get back to the office.

Whitehall.

Oh.

No contact.

They'll arrange a car in Paris.

Next week.

Hello?

Oh, Cleo!

What are you doing? You're frightening me like that.

Christine, darling.

Long time.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Well, he is frightfully rich, which helps, of course.

I know.

Yes, he is.

Good.

Do you?

Yeah.

What?

You after these?

Yes. Oh, good.

And these.

Oh.

Impressive -looking gay, isn't he?

Who?

James George Callum. He's worth 170 million, according to him.

I don't think much of his dress says so, but... Look at his partner. She's

pretty.

Jealous, are we, sir?

What, me? Jealous? No.

I'm angry, more like.

I mean, what right has a jumped -up little nobody like him got to go round

ruining other people's lives, eh?

Maybe because that's the way it's always been, sir. What?

Those with money buying their way to the top and then telling everyone else what

to do.

Oh. PC Bennett. Is that what you got your GCFE for, was philosophy?

Didn't see philosophy there. Oh, pity.

What with your brains and my... WPC Collins, houseboat fire.

Tell her to call the fire brigade.

Done ages ago. They found a body.

The boat's this way, sir.

The body's on board.

Just the one?

Yes, sir. Oh, well, that's a relief.

All right, is that... Yep.

Morning.

Not many spots, is it?

Yes, sir. Don't think about it.

Don't get on with the neighbours. You're just up anchor and you're right.

Unless, of course, you're dead.

That probably doesn't matter anyway.

Sock off?

On the way, sir.

All right.

Any idea of the identity?

I'm just checking that out now.

OK.

There's something over there. Go on, let's check it out. Mind where you put

feet?

Found it.

Go on, answer it.

Hello?

No, I'm afraid she's not.

PC Collins, Denton Police. Can I ask you who...

Isn't that strange?

As soon as you mentioned the word police, they hung up.

Now, why do you think that is?

Withheld.

Well? Male or female?

Male.

Art for?

Rose. Rosemary.

Come on. Let's go and find someone to chat to.

Satanism is one thing.

Proving it is quite a different matter.

Facts. Cold facts.

That's all we're permitted to deal in, I'm afraid. Okay. Three bodies.

Fact. Three.

One of is not the most important number in pre -Christian belief.

Fact, Samhain, less than a month ago, the most potent pagan festival of all,

old year dying, parting, rebirth.

Fact, it's not rocket science.

Was anything found with the bodies?

Such as? An offering of some sort, jewelry, food, coins.

I'm afraid I can't discuss specifics.

Sorry. Right, right.

Now, I've had a word with your Inspector Frost, but he doesn't seem to want to

do anything.

Thinks I'm making it all up, I suppose.

Just have a word with the papers, see if they can get something going.

Anyway, in the meanwhile, perhaps I can leave these with you.

They're symbols.

Satanic. Black magic.

Pagan.

Just in case any turn up in your inquiries.

Of course. Thank you. Yes, sir. I'll keep an eye out. I promise.

Excuse me, sir.

Wait. Just a minute.

Get me Inspector Frost.

Is that the lady we're talking about?

That's the one.

Right. How well did you know her?

Not at all.

All she cared about was herself and money.

Not your type, then, eh?

No.

I'm not saying I'm glad she's, you know... Dead.

Yeah. But having said that, you won't find me in the queue for counselling.

When was the last time you saw her?

Last night.

What time?

11 .15, 11 .20.

A taxi dropped her off.

Is she alone?

For a change.

Oi.

Oi, I haven't finished with you yet.

Hey, listen, was she in the habit of bringing people back, do you know?

Depends.

Attractive woman, if you like that sort of thing. Fitness teacher.

Yeah.

Any idea how it started?

The fire? Yeah. Who knows?

Dangerous things, boats, especially if you don't know what you're doing.

And she didn't. She's an amateur.

Same thing happened last year around Easter time.

Too much to drink, knocked over the paraffin, whoosh, and expected everybody

come running.

And you did?

And a fat lot of thanks we got on all.

Same thing happened last night, only worse.

Much worse.

I never really liked that woman, but she didn't deserve to go like that.

No one does.

All right.

You're not thinking of sailing this thing to the south of France, are you?

Because I may want to further chat with you.

All right. Go on.

Rosemary Anne Morrow.

White female, 32, no previous record.

Full stop.

Excuse me, ma 'am. Oh, sorry, I thought you'd have finished. Almost.

Is there a problem?

No, just something I wanted to show you.

Okay, give me a couple of minutes.

Initial examination reveals particles of soot in the trachea consistent with

theory of death by smoke inhalation, together with attendant toxins

with domestic fire. Full stop.

contusion and fracture of sick vertebrae consistent contact with hard objects

no further significant points of remark

You're late.

I've been doing you a favour.

Sorting out your desk. My desk doesn't need sorting out. No? You tell that to

Mullet.

Look at that. What do you think of that?

What's the betting that's another one of our friend Calloway? You didn't have to

buy it.

I didn't buy it, did I? You know me. I just found it in the vest. Oh, yeah.

That's what they all say, isn't it, eh?

Okay,

so what have you got for me?

Yeah, isn't that your friend from uni?

Theo Watkins, yeah.

A professor now?

Oh, well, he'd have thought it.

Um, is this part of your coursework?

Yes, the clinical application of fixatives.

It's amazing stuff.

Take, for example, a section of blackened trachea. Severe particulate

discoloration. Probably caused by involuntary soot in...

Yeah, forensic.

Langley Hill bodies.

Ah. Right, at last.

There's nothing particularly exciting.

Hmm? I don't know what you're looking for.

Here you are. Look, what's this?

Cotton sheeting of Balkan origin.

No known UK retail outlets.

Balkan? Former Yugoslavia, round there. Yes, yes, I know. I know all that,

but... Well, maybe that's what they are.

What do you mean, Balkan?

You know,

in a shallow grave, miles from the road, in mid -October.

Has the report on Rosemary Morrow gone off yet?

No.

Let's assume that you're right, that the sheets that covered them were balkan.

It could be Serbia, Croatia, Bulgaria, any number of places. All right, all

right. Look, for argument's sake, let's say they were Balkan.

So what have we got?

We've got the sheets that were Balkan.

We've got no dental matches. We've got a tattoo and three bodies that were

buried in a triangle.

But the cat. Don't forget the cat.

All right.

Now, why were they dead in the first place, sir?

Vendetta.

Isn't that what they're into?

Yeah, but, I mean, there's no sign of a struggle, no poison, nothing.

Oh, yeah.

Here they come.

Who? The Patels.

Charming couple.

Of the dodgy DVD Patels? No, the dodgy everything Patels.

Yeah, if there's a local connection.

I bet you a pound of penny they'll have heard about it.

It's not exactly Balkan, is it, Patel? Have you got a better idea?

No.

Right,

that reminds me.

I'll just... Happy mullet.

If you answer it, I'm not here.

Hello? Hello, it's George Tudor.

Oh, right, just a second, it's for you.

No, no, it's Amanda Chase.

Oh, right.

Yes, hello.

The corpse on the barge?

Yes, I've taken a closer look at the trachea.

So what you're saying is, what you initially thought was carbon or

turns out to be nothing of the sort.

All right, OK, no problem.

As long as you're certain.

Yeah, goodbye.

I'm going to have to leave you to sort things out here.

Trouble? Yeah, Rosemary Morrow.

Wasn't the fire that killed her.

She was dead before the fire started.

Mad? Well, it's every possibility.

Just my luck, eh?

Sorry, just locking up.

Already? Bit early, isn't it?

If you call David, it's hard to close early.

Not a reporter, are you?

No.

I'm a policeman.

Well, you probably know already, then.

I'm Rosemary Morrow.

Yeah.

Can't get my head around it. I think this time yesterday.

No.

It's never easy.

She was special.

Very special.

Oh, yeah.

Is she a friend?

When did you last see her?

Yesterday, lunchtime, after a class.

Took in some photographs.

The evening news, she was getting her own column.

Oh, right.

The evening news?

Yeah.

Is James Callum a member here, by any chance?

Come on, I can easily find out. No, no, he isn't. You know who I mean, though,

don't you?

Of course.

Mr Money can buy everything.

Oh, is that what they call him, do they?

Not to his face.

Um, would, uh, James Callum have been a friend of hers, do you think?

Well, it depends on what you mean.

They saw each other from time to time, but not for me to tell her what to do.

Her life, well, was.

Hmm.

Where were you last night between 11 o 'clock and midnight?

I was at home.

You can check.

Don't worry, I will.

You know, it's always the same. You give the inspector one piece of information,

he wants more, always more.

Who do you think we are, Superman?

All right, all right, I'll try, but I can't guarantee.

It's impossible to be everywhere, you understand.

I mean, we've got a business to run, a family to bring up.

What's this?

The address.

Here they've been having a spot of bother.

No, what's all the bother?

Who knows? Not me. Crossed my heart and swear to die.

All we know is a lot of people coming and going, and, well, a lot of people

aren't happy about it. What's their names? No idea.

Foreigners, you know, not local.

Immigrants all over the place these days. Totally snowed under.

Uh, Mr. Frost usually makes it 60.

No, Mr. Frost usually claims for 60. Mr. Frost usually gives you 40.

Sorry, sir. The flyover. New roadworks.

Better report in over there and get one of these, just in case they don't know

who we are.

It's not as though any of them can read, of course.

Very smart for temporary offices, wouldn't you say?

Well, what do you expect?

At corner?

Just because they publish rubbish doesn't mean they have to live in it.

Beijing insists we should go higher.

How much?

Double.

They would. They're not picking up the bill.

Okay, so ceiling's at what?

Three -five.

Three. Three?

You sure?

Positive.

What's your problem?

The report insists it's worth at least four.

It's provided the medical's clear.

That's standard.

Oh, like it's standard for the medical profession to always be whiter than

white?

It's up to you.

Yes, hello.

Who?

No.

Not now.

Would you stop that?

What?

It's a habit.

I'm fully aware of that.

Sorry. How long have you known me?

Far too long, it would seem.

A ballpoint.

It's not the end of the world. I'm sure Tracy agrees. Don't you, Tracy?

I wouldn't count on it.

So.

Three.

Yes.

Oh, um... There's a policeman downstairs.

And Inspector Frost.

Perhaps you should go down and annoy him instead.

Inspector Frost?

Yes.

Michael Khan.

James Callum's PA.

How do you do?

D .C. Bennett, my PA.

I'm afraid Mr Callum's rather tied up at the moment, but if there's anything

perhaps I could do to help. Yes, of course.

Personal assistant?

Yes. No secrets?

None whatsoever.

Well, perhaps you'd be good enough to untie him and give him this.

Though not necessarily in that order.

Rosemary, yes.

Yes, of course I knew her.

A lovely girl.

Lovely.

Was.

Truly awful.

I can hardly believe it.

Any of it.

How long had you known her?

Three, four months.

Well, less than six.

Certainly. When did you last see her?

Yesterday. She came in to discuss the column.

Michael was here.

Weren't you, Michael?

Yes.

Then later?

We had no lift -up together before going on to a presentation for the council.

The new headquarters.

All right.

Did she, um... Did she seem worried or upset at all?

No. Just normal?

Yeah.

Oh.

What time did you leave the, um... presentation?

Um, 10 .15, 10 .30.

And then you went back to her phone?

No.

I returned here to wait for a call.

I arranged for a car to take her home.

Um, look, I'm assuming that none of this will, uh... Well, get into the papers.

Oh, souls of discretion, Bennett and I.

Good.

Getting back to this, uh, phone call. Why did you have to come back here?

All right.

Secure line.

Recording facilities.

Oh, it was that important.

I see.

And what time did it come through?

It didn't.

Oh, so it was a false alarm.

So you left.

And what time would that be?

12 .15, thereabouts.

And you drove straight home?

Yeah. And that would take, what, about an hour?

Probably. Hmm.

All right.

Well, thank you very much.

I'm sure that your wife will be able to... Pardon.

Oh,

sorry.

Partner.

You see, apparently Miss Morrow was murdered between the hours 11pm and

midnight. And that's exactly the same time that you said that you were here

waiting for the call that never came.

Yeah.

Murdered.

You didn't say anything about her being murdered.

No, didn't I?

Oh, I am sorry. How remiss of me.

Must have slipped my mind.

Oh, yes, it's murder.

It's a murder inquiry.

Not very pleasant.

Oh, and of course, we won't be able to keep that out of the newspapers.

Good day.

You think I don't know what's going on?

You'd better think again.

Well, is he telling the truth?

Hard to say, sir.

Well, what's your gut reaction?

Probably. Ah, right.

I didn't realise it was a murder inquiry, sir.

Well, it isn't.

Not strictly speaking.

We'd better check out his alibi.

Can't go around working on hunches, can we? What would the world be coming to?

This is all PR stuff, this, isn't it? Not at all.

Most of it.

I'll get better information down at the local library.

Look at this town today, you couldn't.

Look, I want facts, not flannel. What's the matter with everyone? I want

something I can get my teeth into.

Oh, that'll do.

Thanks. More info on your Diesel Bob character.

He's got form, you know.

Oh, has he?

Where's Ernie?

Gone half an hour ago.

Have you any idea what time it is, Jack? Yes.

Tell him I need to see him first thing in the morning and tell him it's urgent.

Uh -huh.

Well, I think it's time to make another call on our boating fraternity.

Where's Collins?

She was there last night, wasn't she?

At the presentation.

Yes.

You know perfectly well she was.

Standing at the back.

Very discreet.

That, see?

Must be a bad photo.

She didn't suffer too much.

And when have you cared about something like that?

I'm not a total bitch.

Just partial.

Never mind.

Paris next week.

I'm up to that balcony overlooking the park.

That was near York.

Was it?

It was.

Anyway, you remember.

That's the main thing.

There was someone on the towpath.

Yes. Other than Miss Morrow, I mean.

Yes.

And this was when? A few minutes before she returned.

Is it a man?

Probably.

What do you mean, probably? Aren't you certain?

It was dark. How am I supposed to know? There was a figure passing the porthole.

Wearing what?

Track suit and trainers. We get a lot of them.

What, joggers?

Yes. Well, why didn't you tell me this before?

Because you didn't ask me.

Come on.

Is that right that Miss Morrow was trying to get you removed from your

Yes. Why was that then?

She said it was an eye sore.

It's not very nice, is it, to say that you were an eye sore?

It's all thoughts.

Yeah.

Is that right that you were a bit of a peeping Tom?

That was all lies.

Filthy lice.

That's not what I heard.

I was never charged, was I?

Doesn't mean to say that you're not guilty, though, does it?

Which reminds me, do you remember what you said after Miss

Morrow's death?

You said that you wouldn't be the first in the queue for counselling.

What did you mean by that?

What I said.

Now, you know this person that you said that you saw on the towpath just before

the fire?

Are you sure it wasn't you?

No, it wasn't.

Did you see Jack? No, sorry.

James Callum.

James George.

Certainly nothing on him here.

No criminal record or anything.

Of course, I could always get on to the Met and see what they can dig up.

Yeah, all right, why not?

Any particular area?

No, whatever.

He's a big fish, you know, friends in Whitehall, that sort of thing. I don't

want to be accused of wading in without doing my homework.

Oh, way up, there he is.

Hey! Here, what have you done? Done your backing?

Well, if it wasn't sex, what was it?

Ah, don't tell me I know what it was. That was the Patels that got you to help

unload the van, didn't they?

How do you know?

Because they used to catch me on that one till I showed them me old war wound.

Well, any joy?

No, there's nothing definite yet, just one possible address. I've arranged to

have it checked out.

What's the big attraction up here, then?

Mullet can't stand heights.

All right, so what have we got?

Young, attractive, keep -fit instructor died following a fire on her houseboat.

But pathologist report indicates that she was probably dead before the fire

started. So either she died of natural causes and the boat just happened to get

on fire sometime later, or she was murdered and then the boat was set on

Possibly.

Well, supposing she was murdered?

We'd have some sort of physical evidence, wouldn't we? Well, what about

She fell backwards, caught her neck.

Yeah. Or someone who knew exactly what they were doing, a professional, the man

Diesel Bob saw just before the fire started.

Who's Diesel Bob?

He's the neighbouring boat owner.

Yeah, could be.

Why go to all that trouble?

Was it drugs?

Could it be porn?

Is that why she was involved with Callum?

You're still convinced Callum's behind this, aren't you?

No, I'm not convinced.

But I am veering that way.

Why? I don't know.

Maybe he was just bored with her.

Maybe she was blackmailing him.

Last person to see her alive.

Apart from the driver who dropped her off.

Yeah, I know, but we've eliminated him.

Made great headlines, though, wouldn't it?

Town saviour.

Charged with murder.

42, that must be.

This mark on the back of the neck, could it have been made by something other

than a fork?

Possibly. Hard to know what, though.

Well, something metal, like a hammer.

But if someone attacked her with, say, a ligature...

Could they have killed her and not left any other marks?

Possible but not probable.

For a start, they'd have to be extremely strong.

A male?

Almost certainly.

And secondly, to kill with such precision as to leave no contusions

require phenomenal luck or a remarkably precise knowledge of human anatomy.

Such as yourself?

Well, yes.

But you wouldn't have the strength?

Well, no.

Always trouble with women and kids.

But if that's the only worry on your plate, you're a lucky man.

Yes, exactly.

So, no other problems?

No, none.

Happy. Have neighbours?

Workmates?

No.

I must have been misinformed.

Oh, yes.

Why not?

On their way here?

Yes. Men, now.

Their friends dead.

They think it's my husband's fault.

He found job for them, and now they're all dead.

What do we do?

We're just little people.

Please, will you help us?

Well, I'm sorry to have bothered you, gentlemen.

No problem.

Anytime. Excuse me, sir. Can I have a word?

Romanians? Yes.

Illegals? No, they're all part of the EU now, sir.

Oh, yeah, of course.

But do come in.

It's only us. We're not going to bite you.

What about the householder?

Thomas Kowalski. He's Polish.

Works as a gang master for the local farms.

Tough old world.

You should have got a casualty for this, George. I'm not qualified for this kind

of stuff.

Now he tells me.

I thought you were the designated first aider. I am, but it doesn't cover major

trauma.

How long was he in the Marines for?

Two years.

Left under something of a cloud.

Haunting the colonel's wife, maybe.

Mind you, you used to get a medal for that sort of thing, didn't you?

All right.

Heard about the punch -up? Yeah, they were lucky.

Yeah, very.

Hard you could have been worse.

We could have been there.

Exactly.

Anyway, right. The Callum Group currently consists of 39 companies, 33

have registered offshore.

Most investigated at some stage or other by the Serious Crime Squad or Customs

and Excise.

No charges ever brought.

Oh, surprise, surprise.

Most of its start -up cash seems to have come from video rental and soft porn.

Titles such as... There should be a list here somewhere.

I like that one.

Oh, there we go. Oh, that one's even better.

Although strenuous efforts have been made in recent years to diversify into

mainstream investments.

Strenuous efforts?

That's a good one.

Callum himself, numerous female partners, an actress, a model, two

another model. Yes, and a fitness instructor, so come on.

And one that found dead in circumstances that gave rise to further

investigation, Hilary Mather.

No detrimental evidence presented at coroner's inquiry.

Paul from Multistory Car Park.

Suicide suspected.

I wonder if she had a small mark on the back of her neck.

Come in, Inspector.

Thank you.

Just right here, man.

Thank you.

Dr. Walker for you, sir.

Dr.

Walker, how lovely to hear from you. How can I help?

You didn't say anything about a cat.

The sacrificial offering, it says so right in the paper.

The body of a cat is reported to have been found at the murder scene.

Well, that's somewhat jumping the gun. A murder has yet to be established.

All the same, a cat.

Don't you understand?

It's the classic satanic offering. It's what they do, what they've always done.

Oh, for heaven's sake, what are you Brits going to get real?

Where's Frost?

He's conducting a few more inquiries, sir. Still?

And these inquiries, they'd be in connection with our Langley Hill bodies,

suppose? I'll have no idea, I'm afraid, sir.

He lost his mobile phone, didn't he?

Yes, sir. But we issued him with another one.

Yes, sir.

He left it on his desk.

Julie Beersweet.

The lead's by the door.

It's very good of you to spare me some of your time.

So how can I help you, Inspector?

I was wondering if there was anything that you could tell me about this young

woman.

Rosemary Morrow.

Hmm. You knew her?

I knew of her.

She was one of James's friends, not mine.

One of his conquests, would you like to call them?

Drink.

No, thank you.

But you never met her.

Not to talk to, no.

But you recognised her.

On the paper.

She's dead.

What do you want me to do?

Cry.

Last Tuesday night, your husband... Sorry, your partner was out.

Yes, on the kind of presentation and lots of other things too, probably.

What time did he get back?

Half twelve, something like that.

Are you sure?

Positive.

I went to bed early. I was angry.

Why, because you felt that he might be seeing another woman?

Not felt.

Knew.

How old would you say I am, Inspector?

I don't know. What?

Twenty -four, twenty -five?

Thirty.

What does that give me?

I'll tell you what that gives me.

Six, maybe seven more years before this part disintegrates.

It gives me six, maybe seven more years to ensure my future.

Do you think I'd risk throwing it all away just because some passing fancy

catches his eye?

I was angry, sure.

But you know what they say.

Half a meal's better than no meal at all.

Conquest come, conquest go.

But me, I stay.

Understood?

Perfectly.

Have you got one of your cards?

Not a bad place though, is it?

Mind you, with all that money...

I thought they'd have a more impressive guard dog.

No, no, it's some sort of family symbol. Nothing to do with black magic,

whatever.

Romanian, yeah.

I'm on my way to check out the farm now.

Yeah.

OK, will do.

Oh, Jack, Jack!

Don't leave it too long, will you?

You've got the odd message waiting for you here.

Thank you.

Right. So, permission has been granted, then, eh?

Good morning.

He doesn't wait much time, does he, your Mr Callum?

No.

You're not surprised, are you?

No.

You paid a call on him, I'm told.

Yeah.

He didn't take too kindly to whatever you had to tell him.

It's a free world.

He's asked you to warn me off, hasn't he? I didn't suggest meeting here for

scenery.

He doesn't know I'm talking to you if it happens.

Well, as it happens, I've just spoken to his partner, so he's probably going to

be even more upset.

He's asked me to dig around about you, see what I can come up with.

What, me?

I'm not newsworthy, am I?

Oh, you'd be surprised.

He wants to break you, Jack.

His words, not mine.

Well, you'll have a bloody hard time trying, won't you?

Oh, maybe.

How about cohabiting with a known prostitute?

In what?

That was years ago.

And anyway, it wasn't a crime.

For a serving police officer.

It's still not a crime.

OK, then.

Well, what about planting evidence to affect an arrest?

Prove it.

There's a witness. He's inside.

Hello, witness.

Oh, come on. He'll be laughed out of court.

Who said anything about court?

Mud sticks, Jack.

He won't just stop at articles. He'll go the whole hog.

Yeah, well, ex -Marines don't scare me.

I have Marines for breakfast, me.

This is serious, Jack. It's not a joke.

I know.

I don't like it any more than you do.

No.

But don't tell me it's your job.

It's never happened to social conscience, eh?

You know?

Nation shall speak peace, once a nation.

Well, that went out with the wooden tops and listen with mother.

I didn't have to tip you off.

I could just as easily have let things ride.

I've got him rattled, haven't I?

Eh?

That's what all this is about, isn't it?

Well, a bit more pressure there, a few more questions here.

You never know what I might turn up.

Do you know what they say?

The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

What's that, Langley Hill?

Carbon monoxide poisoning.

Heating system blocked.

Oh. Isn't that a chance, the poor sobs? Not even a cat.

Buried in a triangle to try and make it look ritualistic. Would you believe

that?

I don't know.

They come over here and they're even exploited by their own kind.

Oh, well, there's three more off the murder list.

You never know.

Might even make Mullet almost human.

Garth? Hello. Any luck?

Maybe. All right, come on, don't keep us in suspenders.

The security system at Callanopolis was out of order on the night of the murder.

Fixed the following morning.

Ah, there you are. How very convenient.

So that means there's no actual proof that he went back there after the

presentation? None.

What about night security?

Patrol will check until 1 .15, nothing to report.

1 .15?

At that time, our Mr Callum said that he was safely tucked up in bed.

So that gives us opportunity.

He claims that he went back to his office to wait for a call.

Which never came. Exactly.

So that gives him ample opportunity to drive in his car down to the canal and

commit murder.

He has the physical ability.

He was an ex -Marine, so he would know how to kill someone fairly efficiently.

All we need now is motive and bingo.

We're home and dry.

Do you know what?

I think I'm beginning to enjoy myself.

Make me a cup of tea, George. Two sugars.

Pleasure.

Now, I've also...

Burgled? Yeah, last night.

What'd they get?

Well, what do you reckon?

Half -eaten jar of pickled onions and a pair of old socks, if I know, Jack.

What about your collection of Royal Orbison 45?

Right.

No, thank you very much. No, I understand perfectly.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Ah,

did you get that Fleet Street number?

Thank you.

Dangerous thing tipping off the pressure.

Yeah. Could easily explode in your face.

surprised. Get him, Inspector Frost.

Do you remember?

Oh, hello again. Yes, yes, of course. Hello.

Look, Inspector, as you can see, I'm rather busy right now. Do you remember

assistant, Mr. Khan?

I'm sure he'll be able to answer any questions you might have.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I... I don't think you understand, sir.

It's you that I want to talk to. Me?

Mm -hmm.

You mean now?

What, here?

Either that or at the station.

And if I refuse?

Then I would have to arrest you.

You'd be making it very serious.

James George Callum, I hereby arrest you. Now, you do not have to say

but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something

which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be used in

All right, lads, take him away, please.

Okay, a couple more, a couple more.

Call Howard.

Are you completely stark -staring, man?

Well, most probably, sir, yeah.

You realise the consequences, I hope?

Arresting a man like Callum. Oh, I've got a shrewd idea, sir, yes. Well,

couldn't you have waited?

Given us a bit of warning, perhaps? Oh, look, it's a murder inquiry, sir, not an

invitation to dinner.

Speed is of the essence.

Yes, that so is delicacy.

One slip.

One false move and this whole inquiry, well, this entire station could be

in it well and truly.

Well, thank you very much for your touching vote of confidence, sir.

Now, you've cross -checked all your evidence, I presume?

Yeah, most of it. Paperwork all in order? Just about. What time does this

team arrive? Well, it should be here within the hour. Doesn't give you a very

long end, does it? No, sir, it doesn't. Oh, by the way, sir, I managed to get

hold of a copy of her book she's just had published.

Whose? Miriam Walker.

She was just trying to drum up some publicity.

Good job we didn't fall for it, eh, sir?

Sir. 11 .31, D .I. Frost entered the room.

I'd just like to...

clear up a few inconsistencies.

But first, was it you or one of your known associates that broke into my

last night?

And secondly, why did you choose to mislead us about your whereabouts

last Tuesday night?

Because you did, didn't you?

You said that you drove from the presentation to your office where you

waiting for a mysterious phone call that never materialized, and then you drove

straight home.

So you can see why we're a little bit curious, can't you?

Never mind.

It's always Michelle.

I can go and recheck with her.

Why not?

Be my guest.

This is not going to be easy, Jack.

He knows exactly how to handle things.

Listen, can you hold the fort here for an hour or so? An hour? Yeah, I want him

out of the way for as long as possible. Yeah, but with that lockdown there, and

his lawyers arriving any minute, Jack, please, you've got to be joking. No,

got to speak to her.

He's part of it.

You're cutting things a bit fine, Jack. You can say that again.

You scared?

Me? No.

I'm glad someone isn't.

Phone. Oh.

Thank you.

Yes, can I help you?

Howard Gelman and James Kirkwood. You seem to see James Callum.

Right. Well, if you'd be good enough to sign in, then follow the constable here.

We wouldn't want you getting lost, now, would we?

Far be it from me to lecture you on the law, but surely it must be clear, even

to the least agile of mind, that my client should not have been interviewed

asked to incriminate himself without us being present.

I'm sure that you're aware this is a clear breach of the Police and Criminal

Evidence Act.

Unless the Crown Prosecution Service have authorised my client to be charged

with these serious and unsubstantiated charges, then I suggest you release Mr

Cullum immediately.

Mr Cullum, will you express your charges, sir?

My client most certainly will.

Wrongful arrest, police harassment, mental cruelty, take a tick.

It's for Miss Kennedy's seminary.

Wonderful. Lovely to be home. I never want to leave it again.

Happy birthday, my darling. Happy birthday. Happy birthday. Many, many,

many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many,

many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many,

many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many,

many,

many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many,

It's not nice for a young lady to parade herself before a keeping audience.

Oh, that naughty

man from Delhi.

By his manner, we could tell he...

Close. Very close.

Save July.

Yes.

We were so much in love when we first met.

A perfect couple.

I could hardly breathe when he walked into the room. He was so beautiful.

We went everywhere together.

Paris, Berlin.

Vegas.

And now...

If I so much as looked for another woman, he wanted to kill her.

What was I supposed to do?

Well, we should have simply smiled and walked away, but you never do, do you?

No, you turn a blind eye.

Pretend that everything will get better somehow.

Someday.

Could have turned him in.

No, I loved him.

In the beginning, yeah.

Oh, you don't understand it, do you? The sort of love we had.

Makes you feel uncomfortable, probably.

Doesn't fit into any neat little box.

Much easier just to label it perversion or depravity and be done with it.

It's still a part of life.

You say you loved him, yet you shot him.

I knew what he would have said in court. He would have destroyed everything.

Destroyed me.

That was the only way in the end.

You planned to kill him.

Why are you telling me all this?

Well, four walls.

No witnesses.

The perfect confessional.

And it sold.

everything, doesn't it?

Well, there's no more millstone around my neck, no more murderer around yours.

Besides, I'm a hero.

I saved your life.

It didn't count when you were arresting me, of course.

It wasn't exactly part of the scenario.

Almost did for us both.

Thank heaven for good lawyers.

And Michelle?

Michelle?

Well, she never existed, did she?

Well, not really.

Only in make -believe.

No, my only crime, well, if it is a crime, is to employ an army friend who

turned out to be a psychopath.

Chance in a million.

Wouldn't you say?

You know, I thought that you and your newspapers...

Only told lies about people who stood in your way.

I didn't realize that you wrote lies about people like yourself.

Well, why not?

Look, the public doesn't want truth and fair play.

Scandal and disaster, the viler the better.

I only give them what they want.

Supply and demand.

Simple.

Well, if you'll forgive me, life goes on, as they say.

Well, in a moment. It's been a fatality.

I can't tell you.

Excuse me one second.

Let me just finish by saying my organisation will be issuing a full

Thank you very much.

James Callum.

You wanted to know more about why he was chucked out of the Marines?

Well, the word from the Met is it was for... How did you know?

Just call it intuition.

Are you all right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

I just heard.

I came straight over.

Not very nice.

No. His assistant, huh?

Yeah.

No, the other side.

There he goes, look.

He plays golf with the chief constable.

He's probably even a personal friend of royalty.

And that's for his lawyer as well, you can imagine.

I had no option but

to let him go, Jack, believe me.

No, I know, neither did I.

But he has forgotten one or two little things.

Hmm? Well, coroner's inquiry, they'll tear him apart, won't they?

Limb from limb.

Who? Well, the press. Who else?

And even if they don't, they will after they receive a copy of this.

No witnesses.

The perfect confessional.

Sent anonymously, of course.