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Time is moving on.

I am.

Jack. Hmm?

I'm trying to concentrate.

And using semaphore won't speed things up.

Look, I'm supposed to be in Mullet's office in a minute, and so is she.

Don't bother. I'll answer it.

Frost.

Gov? Yes, Marsh.

My car's packed up.

And what is your estimated time of arrival?

I'm on the bus.

About 20 minutes.

20 minutes?

Why her, hmm?

Why her? Of all the people, why is Mullet having her transferred here?

Hmm? Answer me that.

Hey, you've got a fax mug.

Oh, leave it out, Lewis. Don't get gobby, mate.

Zero what, Palmer?

You're going to talk me to death.

Calm it down, Johnny boy.

You're too slow, Jono.

You think that was clever, do you? Yeah. It was a laugh.

You've got to start the day with a laugh, babes. Otherwise you'll end up

miserable old sods. Like this, though.

Get me a bag, mate.

Get your hands off me! Police!

Enough!

Get off!

Get off my bus.

Come on. Get off my bus.

Look what you did.

This ain't the warden we caught, mate. It's my father. Get off the bus.

Are you going to make me?

I'll get you for this.

Get off.

A fat lot of good you were.

I don't want you at Denton. It's best you should know that from the start. It

wasn't my choice either. Yeah, well, as long as we understand each other. Oh,

perfectly. You cross me again and I'll boot your rear right back to where it

came from. In which case, I'll have to bring charges against you again.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

I can't believe a modern man has driven a bus.

I'll let him out.

You're not supposed to be here.

What happened to you this morning, Sergeant Marsh, is but a token of the

harassment and fear.

Gangs of youth have inflicted on innocent bystanders over recent months.

For the next four weeks, I'm instigating Operation Self -Containment.

Zero tolerance on the streets of Denton.

Operation Roundup, you should have called it.

With a bit of branding with permanent dye. That wouldn't have gone amiss

And someone stealing credit cards, which is another priority.

Although we don't have any leads yet.

George and I are doing the rounds of known offenders, sir.

Denton and Operation Self -Containment will lead the way with due care and

diligence.

So, I'd like to welcome you, Sergeant Marsh, and we all look forward to

with you.

Thank you, sir.

I had no choice, Jack.

She's an experienced officer and we need someone.

Besides, she's leaving in a month, trying to go into the private sector.

What, a cushy security job?

Eh? In a modern office? With loads of holidays and bags of money?

God, why would anybody want to do that?

Can't she go now?

Just live with it, Jack.

And work with her.

Let bygones be bygones.

Right, I want you to clear George's desk while he and I do all the legwork.

I think I'm more used to Mr Mullet out of the office.

Except you're working for me now, and I want this desk cleared.

You know, you can go on scoring points all day long. It's not going to help.

Look, just do your job, will you, and keep this zipped. God, you're never

to forget it, are you? No, I'm not.

I was suspended from duty because you blabbed about the case that I was

on. Fifteen years ago!

And you jeopardised more than the case. You were cutting corners. You didn't

follow procedure. I got the result. Yes, you risked an officer's life to get

your result.

You take shortcuts.

You screw it up for everyone. Well, not for me. I'm not having your muddy paws

messing up my career, thank you.

George and I are going to be out of the office all day.

Don't you start.

The quicker we do this job, the sooner she does us all a favour and clears off

to where the grass is greener.

What's going on?

Your mum said she saw Harrison driving a bus.

A bus?

He's in prison?

She's definite.

Hello, Mum.

Sarah said that you think you saw Harrison.

Andy, I got such a shock. It was him. There was no mistake. All right, don't

upsetting yourself.

You can stay here for a bit.

I don't want you being on your own tonight.

Well, I'll have a sniff around and see what I can find out, but I can't have

been her mum, honest, and have told us.

Tony, I'm just on my way to work.

Look, I've told you, there's no point phoning me no more.

I want to talk.

Where are you now? I've got an extra shift.

Well, you didn't need overtime when I brought you here.

It's over, Tony.

Grow up.

And I want my keys back.

I can't discuss employees with anyone.

The bloke's a convicted killer. I mean, do you not know what he did? He

destroyed the lives of two families.

Mark Harrison came to us with a clean record three months ago. I know what

happened. He didn't try and hide anything, and I need driving.

What, so you let him loose behind the wheelie, a bloody boss?

Mr. Hill, please leave the depot before I call security.

I know you must be upset, but it's out of my hands.

Oh, that's not right.

It's not.

Am I still on tonight?

You want to be?

Yeah, I need the extra.

You're on tonight.

Great.

Are you watching?

Oh, for heaven's sake.

I keep telling you, why don't you get a new pair of glasses?

No, not yet.

Go on.

Oh, George, it's been a long day.

And I've got a takeaway curry sitting in the microwave with my name on it. Can't

you just fill it up?

You fill it up halfway, you get better economy.

Half the weight of a full tank in a car makes for better fuel consumption.

Now? No, not yet.

I don't know, what with you and Mullet.

Oh, come on, that's it. That's good enough.

You could always take the seats out. That'd make it lighter.

And you could always walk.

You have no idea how to deal with people.

What? People like you?

I don't need you telling me how to behave.

You're abrasive. You're insulting. You don't give a damn about anyone else's

feelings. Get in the car.

It's so bloody embarrassing sometimes.

That's your answer to everything, isn't it?

Run away. Have a go. Keep away from me.

I'm walking.

You're not. You're coming with me. I'm going to sort this out once and for all.

I said leave me.

Shut up! Get in the car! Hey, hey, hey, come on. Calm down, you two. You're

causing a scene.

Mind your own business.

Who asked you to poke your nose in? Just think about it for a minute, will you?

If you carry on like this, the cashier will call the police, and that is when

gets complicated, all right?

It's always you that misunderstands things.

Now, will you please, miss?

Will you calm down, please? Or I will call the police.

Go on, buzz off, the pair of you.

Jack? What?

I thought you were watching the car.

I've left the keys in the ignition.

That's how cars get next.

And you ought to be more careful then, shouldn't you?

You can't hear that, can you?

Hello, love. What?

I might be going a bit deaf, but at least I haven't got water on the brain

some. Next Olympic gold medalist, me?

Better be. The amount of time you spend at that swimming pool.

I think it's the girls you're in training for, never mind the gold medal.

Yeah, you're right. I'll have to beat them off left, right and centre.

You wish.

Yeah, I wish.

What is it, Gwen?

Harrison got out on appeal a year ago.

They overturned his conviction.

And they never told us?

I phoned the solicitors.

They said the court didn't have to.

What?

He just walked back into everyone's life?

Yeah.

I suppose.

I don't know. I mean, that's not right, is it?

What about Bob Trusham? Did he know?

No.

I phoned him.

He can't believe it either.

I mean, I think it's knocked him for six.

Well, I hate to think what it's going to do to your mum.

I'm going, Mum, Dad.

See you later.

Have a go as well.

We won't let this rest, I promise you.

Yeah.

Yeah, I understand.

Wait, do you know?

Hey, where do you need that?

Along this road, outside the pub.

It's neat, isn't it?

Come on, you plank. Get in. We'll go for a bit of a burn, yeah? Have some fun.

Nah, I can't. Come on.

Nah, I've got swim practice.

You leave the boring existence.

It's time you stopped playing Nemo and joined the Sharks.

There you go.

Night then.

Let's get going.

Music! She saw me! Get around!

Get the money!

Get the money!

What do we know so far, then, George?

Well, Marsh took the call from Uniform first thing this morning. Blimey, she's

keen, isn't she? Yeah, she was in the office.

As instructed.

Yes, yes, all right, all right.

Anyway, the bus is Takami to stop till 11 .24.

And they only found it missing this morning.

Well, it's the last bus of the evening round here, Jack.

The crew take it back to the depot, clock off, go home.

Night security don't know the schedules.

What have we got?

Not a lot.

We'll spend marks, but... Sokko found these.

A woman's watch.

We haven't identified it yet.

And this silver pendant.

Looks like they came off in the struggle.

Where'd you find them? Just over there. Six, seven and eight.

There's some sort of inscription on the pendant, but it's too mangled to make

anything out.

Sokko think the car drove over it. All right.

Let's see what the lab's come up with then.

Anything else?

Yeah. There's a couple of scrapes in the tarmac over there and some shards of

glass.

There's also a light filament mixed up in the glass.

Well, maybe it's headlamp glass.

You know, it could be a road rage attack after a collision.

There's no sign of damage to the front of the bus, so Sokos can't see any

connection, no.

Well,

keep tabs on what forensics come up with, will you?

Who's that?

That's the bus company manager.

He's a bit shot.

We need to talk to him again.

Blood splattered on the wingspring there.

It looked like it was a struggle.

There were a couple of shirt buttons here and here, and a woman's shoe.

Well, there's more than one bloke was involved if they took the conductress as

well. Why take them at all?

Well, if we knew that, we would have solved the case, Miss Marples.

Well, I don't think the driver would have done a runner with a night's

It hardly would have been a king's ransom, would it?

The driver's name is Mark Harrison.

The conductress is Jessica Green.

Both single.

Well, they didn't have return tickets, did they?

Well, you don't know much about Harrison yet.

Except he had some trouble on a bus yesterday morning with some kids.

I wonder if that's the same lot that thumped you.

Yeah, could be.

They did threaten to get even with the driver.

And they'd be interested in any change there was.

I tell you what, you go back to the nick and trawl through juvenile records.

See what you can find. George and I'll go down to their depot, see what we can

dig up.

Well, I still haven't got wheels, Dove.

Oh, go blimey. Here you go. Look, take my car with you. And when you get to the

nick, find Sergeant Brady and tell him to give you a pool car. Say I said so.

Right.

Be lucky to get a bicycle with this year's budget.

Yeah. If you did, it wouldn't have any wheels.

I've organised your car.

Great, thanks.

There's been a run of incidents over the last few months involving gangs of

kids. But I thought this might interest you.

Four cars were reported stolen last night. Probably joyriders.

Two lads were seen dumping that one earlier this morning.

Right.

Get a truck down there.

I want it brought into forensics.

Tell Inspector Frost where I've gone, will you?

Yeah.

Yeah?

I reckon if you dive deep enough into the dune pool, you'll find her and Jack

are related.

Oh, you're wrong there, Sarge.

Chalk and cheese, those two. They hate each other.

There's history between them. What do you mean?

Oh, it's before Jack got here.

He was chasing a knife assault.

He didn't wait for backup.

Him and a young copper cornered the bloke, and the PC got himself wounded.

Was it bad?

Oh, lost three fingers.

Mars was on Jack's team.

She accused him of dereliction of duty, among other things. Said he not only

ignored procedure, but put officers' lives at risk.

Internal inquiry cleared him, but it put the brakes on his career.

So, he ended up here.

Did they always work together?

No.

Most buses don't have conductors these days, do they?

Late night ones do.

It's a way to pick up some extra hours, then, I think.

I think she wanted to keep out of the way of the ex -boyfriend for a while.

Was that this Tony Woods bloke you mentioned, was it?

Yeah.

Was he ever violent towards her, do you know?

He had a temper. Let rip occasionally.

Jessie wouldn't stand for that.

So she, um...

I wasn't really bothered by him, then.

She could stand up for herself.

I mean, you have to when you're working the bus these days.

These are her keys.

I'll be taking them, just to let you know, all right? Of course. Her car's

in the yard.

George, anything?

There's nothing much in the Harrison's locker.

No keys or coat.

Right.

Right.

Er... What?

We had a spot of bother in the office yesterday.

Who, with Tony Woods?

No.

Oh.

Who?

Well, uh... Well, come on.

Well, I can understand why the bloke got upset and, you know, might have a

grudge against Mark Harrison.

You will be sharing this information with me at some time today, will you?

You're sorting out another car today, are you? As soon as I can, yes.

You've reported it to the police?

Yeah, I have.

Get on to the insurance.

I will.

Yeah, but today we need two cars.

Well, I can use your car for a few days. I can drop you off at work and pick you

up, but I need the car for the shopping. Well, we can do the shopping at the

weekend. Yeah, but I need... I'll do the bloody car as soon as I can, all right?

I'll speak to them.

I was just thinking about getting home.

It's all right, Mum.

You stay with us for a couple of days.

Everything's fine, I promise.

Well, it looks like we're going to have to have a word with this heel bloke, by

the sounds of things. And the ex -boyfriend.

Yeah. There's nothing here, Jack.

No. Do you know what I don't understand?

There's no handbag or purse either in her locker, this car, or in the bus.

Plus, of course, they tossed it.

Make sure they search the area, will you?

In the meantime... For Miss Greens.

This place been turned over or is she naturally untidy?

There's no false entry.

Blimey, some hefty bills here.

Tell you what, if retail therapy was on the National Health, it really would be

bankrupt.

I'll tell you another thing. There's no photographs here.

No happy holiday snaps. No pictures of Mum and Dad or the cat, the dog. No

either.

No?

No sign of any suitcase?

No.

And she didn't take it to work if she was planning a trip.

I'll check her bathroom.

Frost.

Oh, right. Yeah, okay.

Right. No, no, no, no. You stay there. Wait for me and George.

Yeah, all right. That was Miss Super Efficient Marsh.

Says she's found something.

Not her conscience, in case you're wondering.

Jack. Hmm?

Sharpspin. In the bathroom.

Ah.

Drugs or medication.

Better check with her GP. See if she was registered.

Did you find the bathroom, Mr. Charlie?

Yes. Thanks, Mrs. Atkins.

I'll be on my way now.

All right, what have you got?

That was stolen last night from outside the Kingshead pub on Longridge Road.

Owner are Michael Davies. A couple of kids were seen dumping it.

Partial description fits the boys on the bus.

Oh, right.

Any evidence?

No, not yet.

OK. Right, well, I'll tell you what I got.

The conductress had a bolshie boyfriend.

But the driver, Mark Harrison, now, he used to be a lorry driver, and five

ago, the lorry that he was driving went out of control, mounted the pavement,

and killed four people.

Three adults and a baby.

And he was allowed behind the wheel of a bus?

Yeah, well, the law said that it made a mistake, and so they said he was

innocent. Do we have the names of the families?

Yes, we have.

Linda Heal.

She lost her husband, her daughter and her granddaughter.

And Robert Trusham. His wife was killed.

Would they know he was out?

Oh, no, not necessarily. I mean, they don't bother to tell us, do they? So why

should they tell them?

But anyway, here's a coincidence.

There was a bloke called Heal.

You had a hithy fit in the bus depot yesterday.

Yeah, we traced him.

Well done, George.

I tell you what, look, you go to Heald's place and check that out, and George

and I will go down and check out the Harrison place.

All right?

There's nothing in the bedroom, Jack.

It's better than me.

Fridge has a few packets of TV dinners.

Well, it's home from home, then, isn't it?

Some porn here, look.

Well, a single blow over 21.

No harm in a bit of home entertainment, is there?

Trouble is, we still don't know who the target was.

Jessica Green or Alison.

Or why either of them was taken.

Jealousy, anger, revenge.

An assault gone wrong.

I don't know. Search me.

Your husband went down to the bath depot yesterday.

That was my fault. No, don't be silly. When I saw Harrison, it was just like at

the trial.

He didn't bat an eyelid.

It's not right, is it? It's not right.

Can you tell me where your husband was last night?

Andy. He was at adult education classes.

He's studying at Denton Tech.

What time did he get home?

Late because of the car.

What, it broke down?

No, it was stolen.

That's why I thought you were here at first, because of the car.

It's me.

Anyone home? I'm proper stuck.

The police been round to see you yet?

No. You?

No.

But they will.

What do you think?

I think he should burn in hell.

Thanks for not saying anything.

I want their names.

Well, those boys ain't at my school.

Yeah, but they're around.

And you know them.

You tell me their names, or I go back in the house and talk to your mother.

I don't know where they live. I only know their first names.

It's Charlie the Chuckling Clown.

Well, don't look so bloody miserable then. I'm paying good money for this.

Harrison always maintained that his steering went when he hit those people.

So that's why his appeal was successful.

Well, the technical expert for the prosecution was found to have got it

on a similar case.

And the bus company couldn't turn him down for employment.

Yeah, exactly.

Not unless they wanted the Human Rights Brigade snapping at their heels.

Well, I don't know where we are at the moment, whether or not it's a jealous

boyfriend or...

Angry family.

You know, it's still wide open.

Forensics? Oh, yes.

Bad news, I'm afraid.

That damaged pendant that we found was a medic alert.

Now, the search team have found Jessica Green's handbag. It was about a mile

from where she was attacked.

But inside they found her insulin kit, which means that if she doesn't get two

injections a day... She goes into a coma and dies.

Right. I'll get the media on to it.

Daily briefings from now on, Jack.

Yes, sir.

Ah,

Jack, just the man.

You owe the fiver for the canteen's monthly lottery fund.

What, already?

Overdue by three weeks.

Oh, is that all?

Well... Hang about.

You've lost my wallet.

Oh, come on, Jack.

No, no, seriously, I have.

I've lost it.

Blimey.

No, it's not here. I must have dropped it somewhere else.

Oh, you don't get it out often enough to drop it, Jack.

Oh,

no.

Oh, blimey. I bet it's been nicked.

What?

At the petrol station, that couple having a row.

Well, it was a set -up. She bumped into me, didn't she?

I've been robbed.

Oh, that was just about the time you told me to be careful, was it?

Phone the bank, cancel the cards.

Right. How many cards you got? Well, a few.

And my warrant card.

It's all right. It's all right.

What is going on?

I don't know.

Honest, she just did a knot.

All right, love. All right. There, there. Come in. Let's get you

I didn't do anything.

I've got to go, Trish. Please, I've got to go. All right, love. All right.

I'll take you.

No, I'll drive.

You stay here with the kids. No, you're in no fit state. I'll call you again.

Come on now.

If I find out you've done anything to her, my belly will sort you out proper.

Come on.

No. Let me, please.

I'm sorry.

Please.

No, I do not have the numbers because they have been stolen.

No, look, I haven't got the statements either because I'm not at home.

Look, I've just told you, I haven't got the bloody numbers.

Oh, God.

I've got Christian names for those boys on the bus.

You haven't got the numbers of my credit cards on you by any chance, have you?

Why? Oh, it's all right, never mind.

Heal's son, John, was at the bus stop with those boys who threatened the

Harrison was my driver on the bus.

Yeah.

Are you trying to say that you think that Heal's son may have something to do

with the attack?

No, it's doubtful.

His parents never discussed the case with him.

He was nowhere near the trial.

He was only 11 at the time.

He probably had no idea what Harrison looked like.

Anyway, he was at a training session every night at the pool.

Well, look, why don't you just go and double -check that he was having a

training session at the pool that night?

In the meantime, I'm going to have a word with this Trusham bloke whose wife

killed with the Heal family.

Uh, Gus, just one more thing.

Andy Heal's car was stolen last night while he was in Clark.

Well, before the bus was nailed.

Well, it was one of the files that Sergeant Brady gave me on stolen

And you didn't spot it? No, I missed it.

I made a mistake.

Well, we're all allowed to make one of those at some time.

Aren't we?

Don't worry, I'll check it.

Well, no, I can do that.

No, I want you to sit in your nice new car that Sergeant Brady gave you, and

I want you to stake out Tony Woods' place for as long as it

takes.

Go on, or I'll pluck you one.

Lads, I'm sorry.

Hey!

Do you know Bob Trussell?

Only through the trail.

Not socialising, are you?

Well, I see I'm around.

Does this strike you as odd?

That the very same night your car was stolen, a crime was committed against

someone who hurt your family.

Well, it was an added aggravation I didn't need. Have you found it yet? No.

I haven't found Harrison or Jessica Green either. Listen, Inspector, the

let me and my family down. Harrison is guilty of murder as far as I'm

But we've had enough tragedy in our lives. I wouldn't be anything to make

matters worse.

You didn't get back till gone one o 'clock in the morning. That gave you

time. You also have a motive.

You can check and double -check as much as you like. I was in class till late,

then I searched for my car, then I thumbed the lift home.

I didn't want to phone my wife and wake her up.

I'm sorry to hear about the girl, though.

All right, thank you.

We're listening to police all round my house looking for you.

They clocked you on the bus, my friend, up to the driver.

Are you playing Judas and Grice and I stopped you? I'm warning you, aren't I?

I gave them false names.

You're wrong me, Lewis, you'll remember that.

Keep your head down.

I was the luckiest bloke in the world when she married me.

She straightened me out.

You needed straightening out, did you?

I did time 12 years ago.

Oh, yeah? What?

I got mixed up with the wrong crowd.

Petty theft and dud checks, mostly.

I'd have remembered.

It wasn't here.

When I got out, that's when I met Maggie.

She breathed new life into me, she did.

You have strong feelings about Harrison, then.

I hate him.

Maggie was 26 when he killed her and the others, a young mum and a baby.

The bastard should have righted him the neck.

Have you heard him?

No.

I learn my lesson. I try and stop the kids getting into the same sort of

I did when I was their age.

And where were you last night?

Football training with a kid's second team till about ten.

And then the pub for a couple of hours.

I'm not good on my own, so the pub's got a sports channel I watch there.

And then, um, bed alone.

That's very difficult to prove.

Unless evidence tells us otherwise.

All right, go on.

And I want you down Denton, Nick, tonight to make a statement.

Don't make me have to come and find you.

Ross.

What have we got, George?

Over here.

Police surgeon's on his way.

Who the hell is that?

That's Charlie the Chuckling Clown.

Well, he ain't got much to laugh at now, has he?

Who would kill a clown?

Oh, I don't know.

Punch and Judy, maybe?

This isn't a matter for levity, Jack.

No, well... Now, they're doing a post -mortem now, so I'll know a bit more

on.

Now, press and television are highlighting Jessica Green's medical

We can only hope that the kidnapper didn't know she was diabetic and that

nudges his conscience.

Well, if he did know, that means he had serious intent to cause her harm.

Yes.

Jack, your wallet was found in the street and handed in.

Empty. Apart from its warrant card.

Thankfully.

Count yourself extremely lucky, Jack.

Sir?

That's your lost credit cards.

This is Mr Brock from your bank.

Inspector. Oh, what did you do?

We're keen to work closely with Denton CID on this case.

All right, well, what do you have in mind?

Well, the best way to catch the card thieves is to have one of your cards

active.

What they do is they phone a charity, offer a small donation. If that's

accepted, then they know the card is still valid.

That way we keep tabs on them. And hopefully we can apprehend them.

All right, well, let's nab them before my name's all over Denton as a big

spender. I'll never live that down. We've authorised a temporary card for

Inspector, and my people should have already given you a new pen.

Ah, yes, yes, they have.

There it is. Look, 5199.

That's Lofty Parker.

You know him?

Yeah. Lofty's an old lag.

Just petty stuff.

In and out of the nick all his life.

What was the cause of death?

Fractured skull.

He may have fallen or he may have been hit.

It's a bit difficult to tell at the moment.

But a blunt force trauma like this could be the result of being in a fight.

The bruising to his face.

No.

No, Lofty was harmless.

He wouldn't be involved in violence.

No, someone's cracked him one.

Well, there was evidence of an old head injury from a few years back. That

wouldn't have helped.

I'll let you know when I finish my test.

All right.

What did he have on him when they brought him in?

A mobile phone, house keys, a ring and a suitcase full of clown tricks.

Well, let's hope he raised a smile for someone before this happened.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Are you having a relationship with Jessica Green? Yes.

When did you last see her?

About three days ago. I'm a rep. I was away for a couple of days. I had no idea

this had happened. I didn't.

I was going to take her out tonight, but always go out when I get back.

We were going out regular. We were going to get married.

Put the case back on the bed, please.

Put the case back on the bed.

Either you cook these from Jessica Green's flat, or you're a cross -dresser

trying to fit into a size 10.

The bath was clean before the last run of the night, but we found a sliver of

rubber on the floor.

We think it might be from one of the attacker's shoes.

Trainers, most likely.

We found it very near some stress marks on the floor which indicate torsion on

the rubber.

What you mean as if in a struggle?

That is a possibility.

Now, these blood splatters are definitely Harriton.

We know that from his medical and prison records.

And it's the same blood we found in this car.

Are you trying to tell me that this car was used in the kidnap?

I don't know. But the lab confirms that the fibers we found in it have

Harrison's blood on them.

Time is running out for this girl, so I'm splitting up the team.

D .C. Harrison, his lot, will be doing the legwork on Lofty Parker's death.

D .C. Simpson here and her team will be double -checking everything on Jessica

Green and Harrison and those kids.

Right, George?

There's now a definite connection between this car stolen by kids and Mark

Harrison. But there's no other forensic evidence.

No, they could have used, you know, plastic sheeting or even those black bin

liners. Right, so what else have we got?

Sex.

Jessica Green was sleeping with Mark Harrison.

These photos were found at Tony Wood's flat, along with her clothes and various

other bits and pieces.

Tony says he bought Jessica a digital camera, but there's no sign of it.

No, it's not at Jessica's or Mark Harrison's flat.

Was, um, was Woods, uh, part of a threesome?

Not as far as we know.

Well, she seems to be bed -hopping casually enough.

If she was sleeping around, then there could be plenty of others who might want

to hurt her.

These girls don't help themselves, do they?

Yeah, Sergeant Marsh is right. If Jessica Green is promiscuous, this could

the investigation wide open. No, it doesn't.

This girl is a victim.

She's ill, she needs medical treatment, and we're all she's got.

Now, my main concern is finding out who might be the prime suspect, and it's

Woods.

Woods had the key to her flat.

He took all the clothes he bought her.

He's jealous and he has a temper.

Is there any way you can place him in that stolen car?

No, sir, but he did have plenty of time to get back from his trip and do it.

And there's no forensic evidence other than Harrison's blood on those fibers?

No. The photos are all I've got.

But it does give him a motive.

Now, look here, I can't get a solicitor down here for another few hours, so I

need your permission to interview him now.

On what grounds?

Well, it's a matter of urgency.

To avoid any further risk to the victims, especially Jessica Green.

I agree.

But if he is involved, do you believe he had an accomplice?

Well, yeah, he must have done.

I mean, he couldn't have got both of them off the bus on his own.

Right.

Right, thank you.

Take the photos.

Jack, that interview.

Don't overstep the mark.

Canteen gossip at the bus depot says you hassled her a lot.

And that she dumped you a few weeks ago.

Not true.

Must have really hurt when she started seeing Harrison.

That was ages ago. That was all I've been done with.

That was before me and her got together.

How would you know that?

Were you following her?

Maybe you got a violent temper and she was scared of you.

Who took these pictures, Tony? Was that you?

Me? Yeah, you.

Do you like getting involved in the threesome, a little bit hanky -panky?

You got the pictures.

I wouldn't.

That's not my thing.

Oh.

Maybe it was hers.

Maybe it was her suggestion, and that's why you hurt her. No, that's all wrong.

You shut up.

Someone took these pictures. You bought her the camera. Where is it?

Are there pictures of you two together?

Is that what the problem is? I'm not into that kind of stuff.

You knew she was sleeping with someone else.

Oh, come on, Tony.

Mickey.

Hmm?

You saw the photographs.

And you threw a wobbly.

You got someone to help you and you took her somewhere.

That's what you did. I didn't hurt her. I wouldn't.

I love her.

Where did you take her?

And there was someone else involved.

Where is she? I don't know, Alice.

I didn't do anything.

I never used to take pictures with other blokes.

I loved her.

I only found that stuff when I went to her flat.

Where's the camera? I don't know. If we find the camera, there may be a picture

in it of the bloke's daughter. I don't know, Alice.

Look, you've got to find her.

Please.

Find her.

For me.

No, it's not him. Not in a month of Sundays. You can't be sure that wasn't

act. All right, then you bang him up for a couple more hours and do all the

paperwork.

We're missing something, George.

What about Woods?

Woods? Oh, he's all mouth and no trousers.

Wimp of the First Order.

Marsh is down there now, sucking her thumb, trying to work out whether it was

all an act.

I'll tell you what.

Have you got Jessica Green's work timetables there?

Look at this.

See, overtime, overtime, extra shifts, more overtime, which she'd need the

overtime to pay for those shopping bills, wouldn't she? I'm surprised she

find enough time to spend the money.

Yeah.

Look, look, look, look. The ad hoc extra shifts.

You know, as and when she could get them.

Nothing regular, see? Look, no set dates.

Look here, here.

Days off, weekends.

And three late -night runs of each night, different driver.

She may have been bonking Mark Harrison when she had the time and the energy,

but only her supervisor would have known exactly what bus she was on that

night. And?

Oh, I let him walk.

So, Harrison must have been the target all along.

Yes.

Yeah, this was planned.

The route, the time and the place.

I mean, talk about being unlucky in love.

She was on the wrong bus with the wrong bloke at the wrong time.

You know, I accepted this transfer because after this case, I'm getting out

while I still have a life.

Better pay, better hours, and no more drowning in paperwork.

Oh, yeah, good for you.

And before I become one of those coppers who can't sleep because somewhere along

the line, I might have missed something.

Like me, you mean?

Exactly like you.

Coppers lose sleep because they care.

You can't win them all.

Not every case.

I can try.

Why don't we ever talk about Aunty Joan and her baby or Gwenda?

I don't know, son, you just don't.

If you go on, I better do.

I know, it just hurts more and more. Best just to deal with it and put it

you. Yeah, but if you don't talk about it... Drop it, Tom. Woody, there's a

lad. What?

So if something's difficult, we don't say anything?

Why don't anyone do anything about bastards like Harrison?

Because it doesn't get us anywhere.

But it helps your action.

What's wrong with him?

John, don't speak to your father like that.

His bloody family is dysfunctional, you know that.

You should have done something.

What did you say to him? Nothing. Well, you must have said something. I didn't

say a word.

What's going on? Not now, Mum.

Not now. What's all the shouting? Mum, not now, please.

Stop with the two of you. Here of all places.

I just hope no one in this family has been stupid enough to do anything about

Harrison. We are not those sort of people. This is not what this family is

about.

Oh. Jack, yeah?

Statement.

Mrs. Helen Campbell.

She thinks she killed Lofty Parker.

Ooh, well, there's a result.

And Parker's last two gigs are Mrs.

Joan Atkins and Mrs.

Trish Munro.

Munro? Mm -hmm. Barry Munro's wife.

Oh, the car salesman? Oh, there's a wheeler and dealer if ever I've heard of

one.

So you were at Mrs.

Munro's children's party?

Yes.

That's where I saw Mr. Parker, didn't you? Mm -hmm.

Did he attack you?

No, he frightened me.

Well, he tried to grab me.

I think... I struggled.

I don't remember very much.

And then I went into town and...

And for some reason he was there again.

And I don't understand why.

I panic.

You found traces of Parker's make -up on your clothing.

I think I hit him at the house.

Did you confront him in the alley?

What do you mean you don't know?

Inspector, Mrs Campbell came here voluntarily.

I've spoken to her family GP.

She suffers from a rare condition called coulrophobia.

You are?

It's the fear of clowns.

I beg your pardon?

Coulrophobia. It invokes panic attacks, temporary amnesia, sweating, nausea,

even terror in some cases.

Mrs Campbell's condition is well documented.

Well, not round here, it isn't.

Maybe my mullet phobia is a medical condition for you.

Well, if she did clobber left in that alleyway, she's still responsible for

death, Jack.

Yeah, I know, but I think she's just a scared housewife, George.

I mean, let her sort herself out, and then we'll talk to her again if needs

Meanwhile, give her a caution and send her off home.

I don't think she's going to do a runner.

We found a list at Loftus Flat of all the kids' parties he'd done recently.

Right.

And this is all his swag, is it?

Mm -hm.

Most of the women who hired Parker only realised their pieces were missing days,

even weeks later.

They thought they'd simply lost their jewellery.

This one ring was found in his pocket.

Mm -hmm.

And does this bring us any closer to finding who rolled him?

Well, the kids' party before Mrs. Monroe's was Mrs. Atkins.

And when we interviewed her, she realized she was missing two rings.

She inherited them from her mother.

Luckily enough, she had them photographed for insurance purposes.

Mm -hmm.

And what about this other woman? What's her name? Mrs. Monroe?

She said she isn't missing anything.

You're missing anything?

That's odd.

Why would Parker change his mode of operation?

I don't know.

Unless Mrs.

Campbell interrupted him.

Because Parker was upstairs, Jack. There is no question about that.

What would happen if...

Mrs. Monroe found out that Parker had lifted some of

her stuff and she told her husband and he went after

the thief.

What about that?

I told you nothing was stolen.

We want you to be doubly sure, Mrs. Monroe.

Then if anybody tries to flog anything on the street, we can eliminate any

possible theft from you.

Do you think Mrs. Campbell was involved in Mr. Parker's death?

The clown. Is that his name?

Yes.

Even a clown has a mother and father.

Well, she was hyped up over something.

Yes. Well, maybe.

But it was probably an accident.

What was?

His death.

Who told you how he died?

This is a very nice picture.

Very nice ring you're wearing in it.

In fact, it's very similar to this one.

Sit nice.

We found that ring on the dead man.

Jack. Hmm?

Mrs. Atkins' ring.

Mrs. Monroe, would you mind telling me how another woman's piece of stolen

jewelry ended up in your jewelry box?

Oh, she phoned her husband.

Once she knew that Parker had cherry -picked her jewellery and he went after

him, found him, gave him a push and he fell and, well, Bob's your uncle.

Any CCTV?

No, it was too far down the alley.

And then he took the jewellery back to his wife, not realising that Parker had

stolen it from someone else, had he?

Yeah, exactly.

And of course...

She didn't realise that amongst it all was Mrs Atkins' ring.

A deliberate killing, do you think?

Oh, no, no, no. I mean, he couldn't have known that Lofty Parker had an old head

injury, could he?

Well, by law, he's still responsible for the death.

Yes, I know.

Jack. Yes. Excuse me, sir. I found the girl.

Oh, right.

She's in a hypoglycemic coma.

Is she going to pull through?

Give her less than a 50 -50 chance.

Is there any sign of violence?

Some bruising.

There are straight marks on her wrist and cut to her feet.

Two fingernails were torn on her right hand.

Has she been scratching something?

Is there any sign of sexual assault?

No.

Well, that's one small mercy anyway.

Have you got the clothes that she was wearing?

Did she escape or was she released?

Well, only she can answer that.

Maybe she was the primary target after all. And Harrison was just trying to

protect her.

Making up for past sins, do you mean?

Well, being responsible for causing injury stays with some people.

Does it really?

Got a key here.

Too small for a front door key.

Yeah.

No, I don't know what that is. Just bag it up, anyway.

Well, we're not going to get any forensics off her.

Not now the hospital has cleaned her up.

We'll have to see if we can get something off these.

Oh, man's jacket.

No need to guess who this belonged to.

Pretty scuffed.

A bit of dried blood there.

It's got some grease and oil on it.

I tell you what, we better not make a peak zero of this, so better send it

straight down to the lab. Wait a minute.

What does that say?

It looks like a manufacturer's name tag.

Santola. This jacket must have been made in South America.

No, no, not according to this label, is it? It said made in China. Oh, that's a

surprise.

Anyway, it's something to go on.

Let me have another look at that little key we had a minute ago.

Here you go.

Frog.

Yes?

Right.

Right, OK, thank you.

Forensic. Tell you what, get back down there, Nick. Get hold of those photos.

I'll meet you there.

Inspector, that broken glass and bulb filament, it's industrial.

We found fragments of three halogen bulbs.

It's a floodlight.

A floodlight?

What do you mean, like that one you mean?

Yes, exactly.

Garages, building sites, road maintenance, they'd all use them in one

another.

Yeah, but you'd need Maine's power for one of these things, wouldn't you?

Not if you bow back, you don't.

There's something bugging me about those photos. Where are they? There. What?

Here. I'll show you in a minute.

If I'm right.

Yes. Yes.

This boat's trying to hide his face.

That is not Harrison.

Well, how can you be sure?

Well, look.

he's got a wedding ring on and he hasn't.

Well, if it's not Harrington, it's not Tony Woods, then who is it?

This is the padlock from her locker, right? Yeah.

This is her key.

I bet you they don't fit.

No, I thought not.

Someone needed to break into her locker and search it before we did.

Him. Him.

We had an affair.

It was just a bit of fun.

I broke into her locker, changed the lock.

I needed to see if there were any more photos.

Were there?

I found a camera. There were other pictures.

He's deleted them.

Poor Jess, I had no idea she was a diabetic.

Yeah, well, the secrets we keep, eh?

My wife, she... I told her I was working late.

I had nothing, absolutely nothing to do with what happened to Jess. Nothing, I

swear.

Well, whether you did or you didn't, I won't be able to save your job.

Whether you could save your marriage.

It's up to you.

Go on.

All right, Mars.

Get a couple of bodies to go down to Andy Heal's workplace.

See if any of his workshop floodlights are either broken or missing. Already

done. Gas company two.

None of their crews have reported any of theirs missing or broken. Patrol cars

just spotted half a dozen hooded kids heading for the Midvale shopping centre.

Descriptions match your boys on the bus.

Oh, they're probably blitzing the place.

All right. Tell Uniform to hold off till we get there.

I've got two of them here.

They're rummaging about in a sports bag.

I've got two white males.

One of them's a boy from the bus.

All exits are covered.

They might have hammers or knives in the bags.

Right.

We don't want anybody getting hurt.

Come on, let's go and nab them.

Gov, wait for backup.

Yeah,

all right.

Okay, there you go then.

A tenner?

Cheers, mate. That's right. You're welcome, son.

And by the way, you're nicked.

All right, come on. Hey, come and get these two. Go on.

Take them away, will you?

Hi, Jack. How is everything?

Well, I'll let you know in a moment, sir.

George, when you're ready.

Well, the lads are being a bit tight -lipped, but Lewis there admits to

threatening Mark Harrison on the bus that morning.

And it's fibres from his jacket, the one with Harrison's blood on it, that were

found in the stolen car. Yeah. Well, then they are involved.

Ah, well, no, not quite, you see. They admit to stealing a car from a pub car

park, taking it on a joyride, then trashing the car. So I can't see how it

be them. Well, what about the blood?

Well, there was a scuffle on the bus that morning and some of Harrison's

ended up on Lewis's jacket.

So, we are no closer finding Harrison.

Well, if I get the same story from the other lad, no.

Other than car theft, can we charge them with obtaining money by false

pretenses? Well, yes. No, no, this is genuine, sir. They were collecting money

for the children's hospice.

Which, incidentally, contribution would be helpful, sir.

Oh.

Even I manage 20, sir.

Thank you.

Keep me informed, then, Jack. Yes, sir.

Ah, shrieks. Just the man. Make sure this gets back to the school, will you?

do a whip round the station first.

No coins, only notes.

I'm busy.

Well, make yourself unbusy for ten minutes.

Nothing like doing a bit of good for those in need.

Heavenly rewards and all that.

Oh, yeah.

I'll probably have to borrow a tenner to get in the place at all. Oh, that's all

right, as long as you don't borrow off me. Chance of their finding.

That's true. Hey, don't forget Mr Mullet. And no matter what he says, he

made a donation.

He's suffering from false memory syndrome.

Sad case. Go on, off you go.

All right.

Right, George.

Well, it's the same story, except for one thing.

They gave John Heal a lift that night.

John Heal lied about those boys' names.

Yes. He also said that he was at swimming practice that night.

Maybe he wasn't. No, I've double -checked. He was there. From 7 .30 till

after 11.

He can't have got from the pool to the side of the bathtub by 11 .24.

And he can't be in two places at once.

Either he was at swim practice, seen by witnesses, or he wasn't.

Yeah, now, those boys said they dropped heel about half a mile from his dad's

night college at about seven.

Now, supposing he had a spare set of car keys, that would mean that his dad's

car theft isn't.

And he would have had help.

Father and son taking the law into their own hands. Yes.

Harrison was the target.

And he would have needed somewhere familiar to hide both Harrison and

Green. Forensics said the clothes had been kept somewhere damp and had grease

them.

Pump house at a swimming pool.

George, anything?

Another week of fever.

How do you expect to never get down here without a party? That won't hide

anyone. It's only me and the engineer that have got a key, so... Engineer?

Wouldn't be a gas engineer by any chance, would he? No, the filtration

And you're certain that John here was training here last Tuesday night?

Your lady sergeant asked me twice, all right? Yes, every night, absolutely. I

swear to it.

All right.

Well, George, hang on.

Hmm? It did break down last Tuesday night.

You what?

Yeah, for an hour.

I cleared the pool at nine o 'clock.

For an hour.

I was here, I told you.

No, you got a lift in.

You arrived early and you left early. You hung about long enough to get

and then you scarpered.

But one thing you didn't notice was they closed the pool that night.

And there's another thing you didn't notice.

See that little bit out of that shoe there?

I've got that little bit.

And that proves that you were on that bus that night.

Come on, talk to me, son.

I want to talk to me dad.

Oh.

So it was you and your dad who attacked Harrison, was it? You've got to be

joking, Dad.

I didn't think it was. Yeah, we just had a call.

Marsh got uniformed to check out the football club.

They use half a dozen battery -powered lamps for their juniors, and one of them

is broken.

Thank you, Sergeant.

So it was you and Trasham, was it?

We didn't know about the girl.

She wasn't supposed to be on the bus.

It was Harrison.

Just wanted to teach him a lesson.

Well, a lot of lessons have been learned here today, haven't they?

Show me where you took them.

She was in there, and Harrison over there.

What is this place?

It's a disused junction station, part of an old storage facility.

We've been rerouting the gas mains across Denton for two years now.

Well, evidence that somebody's been in there.

Empty water bottle, but nothing else.

Trussell must have stripped him. He's not here.

Well, where the bloody hell is he? I don't know, honest.

This is where we brought them, right here.

Bob said he was going to let the girl go.

He promised.

Even before we learnt she was sick, he was really worried about her. He

me we'd get some insulin for her.

Go on, take him away.

Must have thought that the boy wouldn't hold out. He's moved them.

Oh, my God, no.

No.

Please, Jesus.

Don't kill me.

Don't kill me.

You have to pay for what you did.

No, please, God, no!

I didn't mean to hurt those people.

I didn't mean to! I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry!

Remember that metal name tag that we found on Jessica Green?

Santola. Well, I did some research and I found there were two companies with

that name. One was an earth -moving company and the other one was a lift

supplier that went out of business two years ago.

I mean, what is a lift blanket?

They're things they hook up to protect me inside of lifts.

Right. Well, we'll bear that in mind. Meanwhile, um, now let's just get back

this.

What's that there?

That's the old Denton Equity Insurance building.

That's in the middle of a brownfield site.

We shut down a gas main there a few months ago because the whole site's due

redevelopment.

Let's have a look at that.

How did you kill him? Tell me.

The steering failed.

I swear... I'm okay.

I'm okay.

I tried to use my mobile.

I couldn't get a signal. It cut off. You took your rifle!

Yes. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

That's not enough.

I'm surprised you found this place.

I was helped by a dying girl.

Have you killed him?

I've got his confession on tape.

It's called justice, Mr Frost.

It's called murder if you've killed him.

All right, George, go on, take him away.

No sign of Harrison down there.

No, not here.

All right.

George, hold it a minute.

He's up there.

He's up there.

Thank God he's still alive.

It's too far down.

I'll tell you what.

If I can get on that one, I can get you in.

It's okay, police.

Don't move.

All right.

Jack.

I don't think this is a good idea.

It's all right, Mark.

Now, listen to me. Can you move?

I can't. I can't.

It's my leg.

All right, take it easy. Take it easy. I'm going to come down to you. All

It won't be a minute.

Oh, fucking hell.

How far down is it?

Ten floors.

It's a long way down. I want to get a lift.

That one doesn't work.

Are you all right now?

Yeah.

go to prison, won't he?

Well, I've recommended bail, but the rest is not up to me.

I hadn't said anything in the beginning. None of this would have happened.

No, no, no. You can't blame yourself.

Trosham's been planning this for weeks.

He just manipulated John to help him.

Well...

They're

all... There ought to be a system in place where victims' families are told

people like Harrison are released.

Well, at least the girl survived.

Yeah, well, that's some sort of justice, I suppose.

Jack, you're back.

They've caught up with the credit card thieves.

Seven and a half thousand pounds, huh? Oh, well, small change after what we've

been through.

Yes.

By the way, how did they get your PIN number?

Ah. Well, you see, I've cut so many of the damn things that I... You wrote them

down.

And kept them in your wallet.

That's what I like to see.

All throughout a chaos.

You should never have gone into that lift shaft.

You get results, Jack, but nothing's worth dying for.

That's what we do.

Anyway, I had good backup.

Thank you.

Yeah, well... I'm sorry about Harrison.

Yeah, well, we did our best.

And as you say,

you can't win them all.

Anyway, I would just like to wish you luck in your new job.

Annie.

You still bend the rules, Jack.

And one of these days, it will be your undoing.

Yes?