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and, of course, his own generous
donation.

When I came here today and saw this
beautiful village, I thought, the air,

view, the people, they're so special.

He wasn't lost.

I didn't think he would be.

Remember, he's on holiday from midnight.

Oh, well, have a nice time in Paris.

We all try.

I'm proud to be welcomed into your
community.

And this donation is, quite frankly, the
least I can do.

Right. Petty cash.

First mail files.

Main office key.

Now... You're acting DCI from now on.

The only advice I've got is... Sorry.

Thank you.

Make some good faith and stand by your
decisions.

I'm looking forward to this.

I think your parents are trying to
attract your attention.

All right.

Good day.

Lovely. Thank you.

No peace and no good. There's a problem.
I've got to be safe.

Oh, God.

We're on holiday Charlie

Looks

like this is knackered you took to

Paris

Nobody's been playing happy families,
Charles.

This is as savage as I've seen.

It's a nice car, though.

So he was being fortunate of the boot
and was ready to have a go, did he?

That took some guts.

Or folly. A man of his age.

I'm sorry to be boring, Charles.

But I don't want to pick up your lurgy.
Now, if you could just let the dog see

the rabbit.

That's more.

This is butchery.

You heard the shots?

Yes. Didn't you think to ring in?

Some of this gun's going off every night
round here.

Bloody poachers, barking dogs. It's like
living in the middle of a safari.

Can you pinpoint the time?

Half past two, three.

Bloody hell.

My, oh, my.

Be sure your sins will find you out.

Pardon? Nothing, son.

Just thoughts.

Magic, eh?

All that innocence.

At least the place hasn't been
vandalised.

Given time.

Good morning.

Morning.

Oh, I'm sorry, Lucy.

It's all right.

If I'd known I only had six hours of
DCI, I wouldn't have spent them in bed.

How was it for you?

What?

What being a DCI? What was it like?

We're manned up.

Just. I'm using DS Finlay as my backup.
He's been round the block a few times.

Not just a block.

Good morning.

Before you go, put the word out.

Anyone local who's getting into armed
robbery, anyone who's coming from

and anything at all on illicit shotguns,
fences, gun dealers.

Get them worried.

Good morning.

Morning.

The Boomer Society, Dyson, Workforce,
already put up 25 ,000 reward.

That's very good.

But it could give us a lot of red
herrings.

With every crank and cornwall trying to
get into the frame.

Excuse me, sir.

I thought you were on annual leave.

I am, but this is an exceptional crime.

I'd like to discuss further resources
with you now, sir, in case we don't get

another break.

The budget is at 250k.

Tailor your needs to that for the
moment.

All right.

So, what have you got?

Well...

It looks as if the killer planned to rob
the Billing Society, bungled it, and

then deliberately shot them both.

Could it be a contract killing?

I know everyone thinks this is a sleepy
hollow, but a building society manager,

drugs, money laundering... Yes, as I
understand it, sir, the Dysons were

entirely respectable and due to retire
shortly. In fact, Mr Dyson's

courage probably cost them both their
lives. As long as we don't risk our

possibilities.

I'll do my best, sir. Now, if you'll
excuse me, I must get on.

We don't want to end up looking like
country hicks.

You, Dougie.

Get on with it. Down there.

Watch your dad break your neck.

Do that to me again, Badger, and I'll
have your liver out, all right? You just

try to be a bit creative. Where's your
sense of the dramatic?

Okay.

Shotguns. And I want something good.

Can I take my exciting, boss?

Yeah, why not?

Get a bit of cuddling me from you, eh,
ma 'am?

Just being a character, ma 'am?

Not a sexy phone in my body.

No, of course not.

Mine neither.

Which is why I'm putting you under me,
as backup in outside inquiries.

Pleasure, boss.

Some coffee?

No, thanks. Only drink tea.

We'll be using the gym teacher's room.

So you think I need a bit of exercise
and plenty of discipline?

You see?

Back in a couple of hours.

OK, sir. I'll be on the mobile.

Oh, and it's a good thing you're getting
fed now, because there won't be much

time for that later.

Got no chance of getting across that.

20 quid says I'll have her in the broom
cupboard by the time the charge sheet's

made out.

Want it?

I took special leave from school because
of the dates of this exhibition.

Don't you realise how difficult that is
for a headteacher?

This is a very serious case.

Aren't they all?

You want me to walk away from it? Just
go on holiday? For once, yes.

This is the first holiday on our own
since... I don't know when.

You need it. I need it.

I can't.

Of course, I realise. You are the only
person on the horse keeping up with the

texting and everything.

What is all this, Helen? It's all like
you. Yeah, well, maybe it's about time.

I have always supported you in your
work.

I think the kids were small and they
thought Santa Claus was a man in a blue

uniform sleeping off night duty on the
sofa.

And now when he comes home, full of hell
and misery, moaning on about Stevenson,

bloody pigs and the CPS.

I have to find it interesting. And you
know, Charlie, I find it boring.

Boring as hell.

You calm down.

I will not calm down. I am angry. I am
upset. Well, what am I supposed to do?

Leave the job? Oh, no.

I'm not going to make that decision for
you. And I'll be thrown in my face if

things don't work out. No.

But I'm certainly going to Paris on my
own.

Bobby's been formally identified to me
as Thomas Dyson.

Outward sign show. Massive injury.

to neck and head, which have all the
hallmarks of a shotgun window at close

range.

I will now proceed with cutting the
clothing in order to examine the body in

more detail.

Now, Mr. Dyson is wearing a loose
fitting.

Oh, very nice quality.

A dressing gown and plain blue pyjamas.

Oh, well, well.

You want to know the time?

Ask a cadaver.

I must say, Paddy, you really have fired
us up on the charity front. Don't show

yourself short, Ronald. I was merely an
artist, sir.

Drink?

Scotch beat.

Terrible thing, that, about Tommy Dyson
and his wife.

Um, ice water? No, thanks.

Did you know him?

No. He was a smashing fellow.

Staunch Rotarian.

Heart of gold.

He was a quiet sort of chap, but it
didn't do to push him.

He's a great one for fairness, was Tom.

We can't afford to lose that kind.

They were probably there on Saturday at
the race. They lived nearby.

Then they were shot that night.

It doesn't bear thinking about.

They should bring back hanging.

Country's going soft.

Gone, Ronald.

Gone.

Mr. Dyson was shot while resisting the
attacker.

He clearly grabbed the gun because two
fingers of his left hand were missing.

Pathology shows that Mrs. Dyson suffered
from chronic angina and could have died

at any time.

And with the trauma of being bound and
gagged alone, it would have been enough

to finish her.

I have to say, everyone, that in all my
time in the meat business, this

particular crime makes me extremely sad.

Nice ordinary couple Slaughtered for
daring to stand up to a criminal

Now for those of you who haven't worked
for me before I expect

only the best nothing less Now this is
going to be a hard

slog paint taking attention to detail is
vital remember I am the

senior investigating officer. You have a
problem, you come to me.

But Rank isn't going to solve this
crime.

Every one of you is a vital cog in the
investigation.

All right, thank you.

Well done, Charles.

Just the right amount of carrot and
stick.

Everything under control, Lucy?

Yes, sir.

It's a standard inquiry.

Is that necessary?

Yes, sir, it is necessary.

It's no good getting prickly, Charles.

We've no suspect or forensic results,
yet you're going to interrogate every

innocent member of the community holding
a legitimate shotgun certificate?

Yes. Well, anyone with half an eye could
see the killing was done by a villain

who'd have an illegal weapon anyway.

Which may have been stolen from a
legitimate source.

You have a prejudice against gun owners.
No, no, no, I just hate guns. I can

think of no positive reason for owning
one. There's no use starting a personal

crusade, Charles.

They're a feature of rural life.

That's for all that stuff about innocent
members of the community. I mean, the

village drunk can apply for a licence.

There's machinery to bring him with
that. Sir, he's spent half an hour. Just

minute.

Yes, we can object. Yes, if we have
evidence. But these days, we leave it to

computers to tell us what to do. Well,
but if the killer gun does turn out to

have come from a source which could have
been prevented,

it would become a serious embarrassment
to the chief.

Ah, fresh air.

Perfect for all those outdoor, healthy
country pursuits.

Badger baiting.

Cockfighting.

Bare -knuckle boxing.

Hey! Game from the ground. I'm only
putting it back.

Never mind the jokes.

Let's have it.

I'm here as a favour to you, remember?

Where do you feed him, on raw meat?

He's starting to irritate me. Sort him
out.

He's a bundle of laughs heading for a
wobbler's classic.

Look, I am under pressure, which means
so are you, so you'd better have

something good, otherwise you're right
in it.

Okay.

What's the going rate for a sawn -off?

Depends on what the gun was used for and
who it's going to take us to.

Look, mate, I've got my health to think
about.

It's me doing the dance of the
scorpions, remember?

I'll point you in the right direction.
It's up to you to make the pieces fit.

So?

Sorry, I didn't know about the car park.

How's that for a result? Are you a total
nutter?

You're arrested, Colby. What?

Get off me! Get off me, you snail!
You're not lifting me!

I still don't think it was necessary to
lock him up

for that.

I mean, we could have let him dump the
gun somewhere for us to find, didn't we?

Turns out to be the murder weapon.

Search his house.

I'd charge him with all that you can on
that shotgun.

We'll go for a five -day remand. He'd be
of more use to us on the outside, you

know. Listen, Doug, Mr. Formby's going
nowhere.

He's sitting on something, and it's not
just his bony backside.

So we've got our name in lights, sir.

Buddy Stevens.

Sorry, should have knocked.

I need an independent team for a house
search.

OK, I'll sort it.

Thank you.

Can't have you going sick, can we?

You don't think I'd rather be going to
Paris?

Yes, but you're not.

Could you cancel?

Transfer the ticket.

In a word, no.

I don't need all this, Helen.

I really don't. I've got Stevens
poisoning every well on this inquiry.

Wetting himself in case I disturb the
shotgun lobby.

Forget about police work if it gets in
the way of his career.

I mean, for a moment there this
afternoon, I nearly smacked him right in

nose.

But you didn't, did you?

Now, if you don't mind.

This was a particularly vicious and
unpleasant crime.

The kind you're not used to in this
area.

Oh, wake up. Smell the flat. Anyone out
there who needs any kind of information

should come forward. Awful, isn't it?
The perpetrator of this crime must be

caught and punished.

There's some terrible people in the
world.

Are you sure you're going to be all
right on your own? So what's new?

Oh, please.

Don't forget to feed David fish.

Twice a day.

Any agra from the lovely Mrs. Thornby?
No, gone to blank, sir.

Apart from these.

I think the right line. She's got a nice
tidy body, actually.

I wondered when you'd stop skulking
around outside.

What, you think I was going to do rape
you?

How you doing, Hazel?

Perfect.

You keeping him in this time?

Do you want me to?

There's no way he's done those fillings,
though.

You see, I can get my hands on that 25
grand reward and get out of this

pit.

But he was here, drunk, puked all over
the stairs.

Like I say, life's been good.

What about the gun?

Thought we could make a quick 50 out of
you.

He hates the police, you know.

Brags about Ali as you're all running in
circles.

If you want to keep him in a bit longer,
there's some paperwork on the bar from

the sale room in Newquay.

Camping equipment?

I didn't know you was into dib -dib.

Dib?

You'd better have these back.

See why you stick with them.

Or is it a flattering angle?

He says it's him.

It was definitely you.

I recognise the smile.

Who thought any interesting bits of the
Ice Maiden lately?

Wrench has got the arts for old Charlie
Whitcliffe.

Is that what you reckon?

You haven't, have you?

I'll be 20 quid handy.

What's going on?

A normal break, sir. We're just getting
the statements up to date.

You're on the march. Complete your
statements in the field.

You're not paid to sit on your
backsides.

Stephen's asked for you to speak. He's
querying the holding charge on Thornby.

You do surprise me. All the house -to
-house in the system now.

Do you know what comes up in that nice
area?

Have a kick in a fit from a diving
plant?

Any escort agency?

Not for shooting.

It appears legit, but I've got a trace
on the owner.

A Rubina Winter.

Previously from Leeds, actually.

As you can see, there's a marker on a
non -payment of fine for running a

disorderly house six years ago.

Have they sent the gun off to hunt it in
for full ballistics?

Yeah, but in their opinion, it's so
badly damaged it couldn't be fired

so it's not the murder weapon. Which
means we have nothing to connect Formby.

Keep her Stevens off me for the time
being, will you?

Anywhere in particular, I should say you
are.

Out.

Well, well, well.

The man they couldn't hang.

Hello, Rubina.

I knew it wouldn't take you long to find
me.

You're looking good.

You always were a diplomat.

Well, when none of us are getting any
younger.

What are you doing in Cornwall?

Same as you.

Trying to get away from it all.

Suck some clean, fresh air up me
nostrils.

But it doesn't look as if we can, does
it?

Anyway, come along in.

You've got a cold, haven't you, poor
love?

What have you got?

Gear from that ram raid in Penmarthen.

I can really bleed for me now.

Before Charlie does it with a
sledgehammer. Right.

Mr Trevarek here has identified
everything in the van. I need a full

top and tail, OK?

You ever heard of Paddy Darno?

Ex -London villain, yeah.

He's been based down in Plymouth for the
last couple of years.

Yeah, I know.

Came up on the computer.

He's a gun dealer now.

Supposed to have gone straight, hasn't
he?

Straight as Quasimodo's coat hanger.

What do you expect me to call it? Slap
and tickle limited?

I'm impressed.

Is everything on computer?

Internet, Charlie.

I've got a website.

It brings me every customer and contact
I need.

I run an op market, legitimate business.
Credit cards only.

I've come up in the world since Leeds,
eh?

I thought with the money you earned you
could afford to retire.

Well, like you.

I need a reason for getting out of bed
in the morning.

Once that's gone, you might as well be
in your box. True.

Do you remember that team I put in for
robbery?

I remember you sitting in the corner of
my flat, basking in your headlines, and

I thought to myself, I'm going to get
those brown eyes into bed.

Maybe you should have tried harder.

You're a bugger, you. You never know
whether you're kidding or not.

You always were a detective, first and
last.

That's why I'm here.

You think the killer could be one of my
punters?

Or someone who provided the gun, yes.

Well, the girls go to them. I don't see
them.

Anyway, they're mostly businessman types
these days.

But you want a name, don't you?

Yeah.

A leopard doesn't change its spots.

Yeah, Knight?

Yeah? Can you get a signal on your
mobile from there?

Yes, it's okay.

Why? I think we'd better give the police
a call.

This is the only punter who's got
anything to do with guns as far as I

Got a price, Charlie.

Sir, look, I don't want to look as if
I'm sticking my nose in, sir, but the

trainer... Made in Taiwan.

Everybody and their uncles got them.

Yes, but I couldn't have noticed in the
laces.

What about them?

Well, my little sister, no matter how
much I try and show her, she always ties

them her own way.

If you look at this one, it's been tied
diagonally with a kind of quadruple

reverse knot.

Well done.

Well done.

Lucy, push forensic for a quick result.

Especially for any bloodstains on the
clothing.

I should see what two of the four be
singing there. Yeah, um, I want to run a

name by them. Lucy and I were talking
about a particular gun dealer. Patrick

Durlow.

We've got all the tents, Banjo, and that
receipt is in your name and was found

in your house.

For the record, Mr. Formby has just
eaten a photocopy of the referred -to

receipt.

I am now showing him the original, dated
7th of November, 1997.

Mr. Formby is indicating he wishes the
tape to be switched off, so this

interview is suspended for ten minutes
to let him compose himself and have

refreshments.

Time of break, 1953.

I'll kill the cow. If it weren't for me,
she wouldn't have nothing.

OK, you must have found out by now the
gun was useless and nothing to do with

the toppings.

I'll take the handling on the tents.
Let's get the deal done. I can get on

my life.

You're going nowhere, Formby.

What, with some daft tents?

Or is it the smack I gave you?

I don't think you're receiving me,
Formby.

You're not getting bail.

We're investigating a double murder, and
I believe you know something. Murder?

Me? Bad away all you like me. You're on
a sticky wicket.

Where'd you get that gun?

I don't have to tell you nothing.

Do you know a dealer called Darno?

You heard of him?

I intend visiting Mr. Darno.

Maybe we should talk about you.

You can't do that.

Oh, yes, I can.

Please.

You've got to help me on this one.

You shouldn't have tried to run us
around the table, Banjo.

Patrick Durno.

45, six feet plus, very fit.

Took over a gun shop in Plymouth three
years ago.

Recently moved into a large house just
outside the city.

And is heavily into throwing parties for
wealthy local businessmen, solicitors,

etc.

During the early 80s, he was well known
in South London as a fixer and enforcer,

and well flagged as an associate of many
target criminals.

Still known to travel to Ireland,
Liverpool, New Paltrow, Glasgow, and

Now, unfortunately for us, he has no
form.

Except with a juvenile sitting by the
greyhound kennel.

Why does a man like that become a
legitimate registered firearm dealer?

Connections, maybe?

Obviously.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull. Pulled you earlier.

Pull.

Mr. Whitley, pleasure to meet you.

D .I. Kiersey.

D .I.?

Best rank in the job, eh?

Come in, come in. Let's make you
comfortable.

Sarah, would you pick some drinks for
these gentlemen, please?

Yeah, of course. Not for me, thank you.
Mr. Kersey?

Uh, yeah, fresh wines would be nice.

Sarah, look after Mr. Kersey. I'll talk
to Mr. Wickliffe down here.

How can I help?

We're investigating a double murder.

Tommy Dyson is, what, very, very sad.

You knew them?

Not personally, but his reputation went
before him, like us all, eh?

A shotgun was used, so we're checking
all possible sources.

So, have you always been a policeman?

No, no, I used to be in the army.

Really? My dad was in the army.

Really? We lived all over the world.

Were you ever in Hong Kong?

No, no, Ireland, you know, Falklands.

That must have been exciting.

Sometimes, yeah.

I know you've done some checking on me,
and some of the things said won't have

been that flattering, but I'm strained.

I like this community, and I like to
think I've redressed the balance for

anything I might have done in the past.

All this is earned.

And if I can help, I will.

Good.

And if you ever need any easement on any
travel or anything, just give us a

call. I've got a lot of connections.

Sit down, Charles.

Is that your superintendent, Wycliffe?

Yes, we know.

I'd like to know who I'm talking to,
sir.

I'm Chief Superintendent Jeffreys.

Special branch or MI6?

This is an operational colleague
representing Ensys and Customs and

Suffice to say, he outranks you, so I
suggest you sit and listen to what we

to say.

You spoke to a man called Patrick Durno
today?

Yes.

Why?

He came within the scope of my
investigation.

How did you know I spoke to him? Has he
complained?

Have you got him under surveillance?

That's really none of your business,
Superintendent.

But I need to know.

The crime intelligence on this man
stinks to high heaven.

And if there is another inquiry going on
which overlaps mine, I need to know

about it.

Durno is eliminated from your inquiry.

I'm sorry?

Now, just a minute.

If Durno is being tolerated and there's
something happening on my patch, then I

should know what's happening.

That's an order.

Who from, sir?

Me.

Now look, I don't care what cloak and
dagger outfit you're from.

Don't threaten me, or you might find
this provincial superintendent is going

go public.

Now I don't know what area of
responsibility you've got, but mine is

I have a duty to investigate and to
bring to justice a double murderer, and

tread any path and tread on any toes
until I've done it.

Your passion is laudable. Your judgment
is somewhat lacking.

Never let it be said we didn't ask
nicely.

Thank you, Charles. You've had your
instructions.

Mrs. Whitcliffe, please. Room 301.

I'm sorry, monsieur. Madame does not
answer.

Could you tell her her husband rang?

Certainly, monsieur.

Thank you.

The local building society manager and
his wife were gunned down at their home

early on Sunday morning.

Despite a number of clues left by the
murderer, police seem to be no near a

making of records.

Every effort was being made.

Detective Superintendent Wycliffe, who
is heading the investigation, was not

available for comment.

Morning.

Everybody here?

And now...

Several days into this inquiry.

So let's consolidate.

Cyril.

Oh, well, I am just here to make the
weight up. The photographs show it all.

Time of death around 3 a .m.

Cause of death, well, it wouldn't take a
blind man on a galloping horse to tell

you that.

Trauma and severe loss of blood from
shotgun wounds to the heads of both

victims. The rest is academic.

All right, thank you.

Latest forensic?

Clothing found in the mine shaft.

Gunpowder residues and blood groupings
appear to match the victims.

Forensics say they're confident the
murderer was wearing the clothes at the

of the crime.

And the unusual knot on the trainer may
be very helpful.

And the pieces of shotgun?

Probably the weapon used, but
identification is going to be very

the marks have been ground off it.

What about the other gun inquiries?

It's an eye -opener, sir. It might have
been easier to check out houses that

don't have shotguns.

And hardly any were kept secure. We
found them under beds.

Behind sofas, et cetera, et cetera.

Are the guns reported stolen?

Nationwide, the numbers are alarming,
but nothing within a ten -mile radius of

the murder.

Well, keep at it.

Sir. What about the watch?

Better news, though.

Catalogue agents have been identified
with several purchases recorded in our

area. One agent in particular, Athandra
Lilly, looks as if she's given the same

address as Hazel Formbiss.

I see now.

I want every scrap of DNA off that
watch. Yes, sir.

Now, what about Durnall?

Nothing further. Oh, God, that was a
bloody waste of time.

No good stamp for me, the monster from
the deep.

Even Bodmer won't take him.

No one saying a word.

The Home Office policy, apparently.

All prisoners are now being fitted with
zips.

Sorry, am I interrupting?

Just a briefing, but we'll pick it up.

If they're trying to get to Formby,
then...

Hazel might be next on the list, so,
Doug, keep clear of her for the time

Take Finlay and keep an eye on that
house.

All right.

Focus on the actions as discussed.

Let's take the inquiry up a gear. Come
on.

Are you feeling all right, Charles?

Well,

all I can say is, can you stay that
colour?

It's exactly what I need for my
bathroom.

Is it me or is the boss looking a bit
afraid around the old girls?

He'll be all right.

Well, at least you know where you are
with him. What are you, old school?

I must say, I do think he's... If anyone
tries to undermine him, or even thinks

about it, they'll have to take on me.

And a whole lot more.

Do you want to have fun? Hey, I'm on
your team.

I hope.

Mrs. Whitliffe, please.

Hello.

Hello, it's me.

Hello.

I've been trying to get you for two
days.

I've been busy.

Look, I've been thinking...

There must be something the matter with
this line. I just wanted to say it,

that's all.

Okay.

Accepted.

Um, look, I've, uh... I have to go.

I'm sorry, I'll ring you later, okay?

Okay.

All right, bye.

Okay, look, I'm coming.

Could it be the lovely hazels frying
somebody else's bacon in Banjo's pan?

Oh, God, I'd like to be inside your
head.

PNC check, please.

You've come to protect him, have you?

Moral support.

He'd have needed Rollers to get away 15
years ago.

But he still comes back when he wants
something.

So, you're interested in Patrick Durno,
are you?

Yes. Could you help us?

Possibly.

Sarah?

Hello again.

As you probably know, Sarah and Mr.
Durno have become very close.

Sarah and I have discussed it, and she's
quite happy to tell you everything she

knows, provided it goes no further than
these four walls.

What do you want to know?

Whatever you want to tell us.

Well, he's nice.

He's very nice.

He took me to Bermuda.

Not like some of them.

They want receipts.

He has great parties.

I love swimming.

He lets me use his pool almost whenever
I want.

Who'd come to the parties?

Everybody.

He knows everybody.

Before? Was released when?

Two years ago to a hostel in Plymouth.

Psycho like this and we weren't
informed.

Some 25 -year -old graduate probably
assessed him as totally rehabilitated.

There's no further information about
these Dutch visitors?

No, he mainly had business meetings with
them and I'm not around for those.

Well, thanks for your help.

Okay. See you, Ruby. Bye, love.

You make sure that girl's looked after.

What?

Nothing?

Yeah.

Parsons is a loner, ruthless and
calculating.

He targets isolated, high -class
properties.

His last conviction, he tied the old
lady with tape so tight it went through

the bone.

He's got to be a contender.

He's a lot of no better.

Why weren't we told he'd moved into the
area?

Flipping the system.

Right. Let's keep a close eye on it.

You got anything yet?

No, no. It's all quiet.

Uh, hang on.

Hang on. Car coming.

Green Nissan.

It's got a dodgy door.

Where have you been? I've been waiting
an hour.

Off, off, off. To you.

You knew what Durno would do to me. But
no, you storm in. Now I'm on Route 43

and everyone thinks I'm a nonce.

How do you know it was Durno?

Slag us up all you like, Banjo.

But it was you who started this ball
rolling.

If you'd been straight with us in the
first place, you wouldn't be in here.

where did you get the gun? I just wanted
to make a few bob off you, and I

botched it, that's all. So get off my
back!

Did you get it from Turner?

No. I borrowed it.

You'd better get this on tape.

I told you, it's not going on tape.

Listen, will you? I got a pal.

He got it stashed. He's had it for ages.

He got it because someone was going to
blow his legs off.

Erect it so in the barrel the gun's
useless.

Is this pal called Harry Parsons?

Harry's sound is a pounder. Trust him
with my life.

Well, that's good.

Would you trust him with your wife?

What?

You'd trust him with Hazel.

Sorry about the quality, Banjo, but I'm
sure you recognise the smiles.

I need a word about someone.

I think that's come inside.

You ready to go?

About

who?

Lando Thornberry.

Who the hell's he? One of the locals.

He's on remand.

Only, he nicked a shooter of mine.

It's knackered. I forgot I had it.

And?

Well, I thought, as I got it from you,
you should know.

You might get talkative.

Are you serious?

I don't believe this.

I've just heard some copper named
Wickliffe snooping round here, and all

of some toe rag I don't even know.

And it's all down to you. No, no, no,
Paddy, you've got it all wrong, mate.

I'm only marking your card.

He has been warned.

Has he really? Yes.

And what about this top -in the other
night?

It was a pretty sloppy piece of work.

Didn't even have enough balls to go over
the building society money.

Paddy? Oh, sorry you're busy.

Just give us a couple of minutes,
darling.

Get your eyes off. That's mine.

It was down to you, wasn't it?

There can be no comebacks from you.

Paddy! Why, you are... a few errands for
me, and you think you can do what you

like, infecting this place, ruining my
plans, or you're dangerous and you're

stupid. I never want to see you ever
again.

Otherwise, I'll have you sign up with
the Plymouth Sound 11, and you'll end up

not in the bottom of a dredge. Do you
understand?

Go, go, go!

Oh, police!

Put your hands in the air!

Do it now!

You know what we're doing?

Who, Jack?

I'm only 33, but I feel like an old
woman. Have you any idea what it's like

lying in bed, knowing he's out chasing
young tarts and bringing God knows what

into the house? He treats me like dirt.

Harry made me feel wanted again. He made
me laugh.

He had someone in prison teach Banjo a
lesson for the way he'd been to me.

If Harry Parsons cares that much for
you, how come he did that?

Look, Hazel, we've had you under
observation.

You think Harry killed those people?

I'm not sure yet.

I am.

I never even dreamed it could be him
until I read about the watch.

Yeah, we know about the catalogue.

But it's just fiddle money. You're not
going to tell the social, are you? What

about the watch?

Well, I bought it for him.

Then the other night I noticed he wasn't
wearing it, so I asked him and he just

flared up.

Gave you that for your trouble?

I pick them, don't I?

Does Banjo know about me and Harry?

That's another hiding to look forward
to.

I need a full statement, Hazel.

Yeah, what about the reward?

Listen, I might have loved Harry a bit,
but it's only what 25 grand's worth.

Matt.

Matt.

Oh, for the surprises, Doug.

Anyway, I can't use the pool today.

Why's that?

He's got people working in there.

Doing what?

Don't know.

They're in there last week as well,
repairs or something.

Look, I don't know quite how to put
this, but it's very, very important that

know what you're getting yourself into,
you know that?

I've made my notes and what you told me
into a statement.

Right, now, you don't have to sign it.
So I might be a witness?

Well, possibly, but it's very, very
unlikely.

I mean, personally, I would not want you
to get that involved.

Hey, listen, you couldn't do me a favor,
could you?

What? If I can?

Could you check that pillow for me?

Okay.

I want to leave you in no doubt as to
how I'm going to deal with you, Parsons.

You're terrifying me.

You will be detained in this station for
our interview.

You've been making enemies.

The interview will take place as soon as
possible. But not until I'm satisfied

all the necessary inquiries have been
completed.

You won't hear the one that gets you.

you've searched for, my lovely.

Bad enough having to cope with that poor
girl's death without all this nonsense.

I'm sure you're upset.

Of course I am.

Okay, I know what she wants, but she was
special. She lit up every room she

walked into.

And I was sick to the back teeth of
telling her about messing around with

cross -currents.

Look, you can take it for granted I'll
deal with all the necessary.

I'll pass that on.

I'll need a detailed statement as to the
last time you saw her. Of course.

Look.

There's no need to take a sledgehammer
to crack a nut with me.

I've told you, I can help.

We can work on things together.

After all, I know a lot of people who
can make life easier.

We're all brothers.

I was taught a long time ago to be
cautious.

Yes.

Well, the strongest trees bend with the
wind.

Look, there's no need to be so rigid.

I don't intend to continue this line of
conversation.

You might say something you'd regret.

Head for the shop?

Yes, sir.

Nothing.

You've been to my shop?

With a warrant.

You want to complain, Mr Durner? I'm
sure you know the procedure.

Well, you best stick to catching
poachers, mister, because if you want to

this personal, that's fine by me.

You don't have to go through with this,
you know, Doug.

Yeah, I do.

Otherwise I might as well pack it in.

Your paper after people's grief, not
your own.

So what you're going to do is go into my
office where nestling in the top drawer

of my desk is a bottle of vodka.

Now pour yourself a large one and have a
good think.

I do what I have to do, you sign the
paperwork, and nobody's a wiser.

Go on.

Go on.

Not... Identical in every respect. And
each set of lasers has a smaller notch

below the plastic end to prevent
slipping through the eyelet.

Any evidence from the lock -up?

Cutter is well used.

Damage to the cutting edge matches
striation marks of the telephone wires

Dyson's house.

And the stock, the gun barrel?

Positive physical fit with the shotgun
found in the mine shaft.

And the watch?

I'm sorry we've been unable to come up
with anything. No DNA, hair, nothing.

Excuse me.

Still, it's looking good.

Is it?

The trainers are the only positive link
so far.

Parsons isn't going to say anything.

I mean, it's just possible, just
possible, mind you, that Formby did the

murders. So, come on. Get access to that
garage?

Yes. How do we know Formby and Parsons
weren't in it together? They were

the same woman.

And then, of course, there's the Durnall
connection.

Mr Wycliffe, phone. It's Dr Franks.

Charles.

She was murdered.

If it hadn't been for you and that other
one licking his lips over her, she'd

still be alive today.

I thought you were genuine, but you're
not, are you? You're just like all the

others. You're full of shit!

Don't get out of here before I call a
nurse, will you?

You were told to leave Durno alone.

The water in her lungs was chlorinated
probably from a swimming pool. All you

have is association.

You've no proof Durno was involved.

Durno is now implicated in three
murders.

And he's probably supplying half the
criminals in West Cornwall with

and you're asking me to walk away from
it? No!

I'm ordering you!

I might not agree, Charles, but that's
the way it's got to be played.

Understood? Oh, yes, sir, very clearly.

Listen.

I want you to take over the Parsons
case. Interview him.

And prepare the case papers.

All right?

As I'll ever be.

Doug.

Don't assume the guilt.

She was in Durnow's clutches long before
we ever knew she existed. You're

forgetting, aren't you? It was us who
had... Don't bring me up with it,

Do something about it.

Can you use this?

Big note.

Scan the cell, mate.

Police frequency?

It's either being watched or protected.
Let's find out which it is.

My pleasure.

You can supply 50.

50 now, another 50 when you want them.

And a syntax.

Bang!

He's displaying the weapons and
explosives.

I suggest you strike now.

Stand by.

Sir?

No.

Let it run.

Intends using a drogue with the boat.

What's a drogue, sir?

You tow it behind a boat underwater.

Done. He's moving out of shipment of
guns and explosives by first line.

Oh. He's dragging a drogue behind his
powerboat, probably dumped at sea at a

fixed point.

But his house is bugged. He's got spooks
crawling all over him. And they're

holding back.

You sure?

Yeah.

Okay.

They're definitely off, boss.

Unit Commander.

Total radio silence.

It's like shooting fish in a barrel.

Sir?

Who's in that lodge?

Is that Wycliffe?

What the hell does he think he's doing?

Can't do anything about it. We can't
show out.

Nice day for it.

Hold.

Oh,

shit. I've got a clear shot.

Take him.

We have now effectively wrecked a
national operation.

Three years' covert surveillance of arms
trading to European right -wing groups

down the drain!

Not to mention the death of Durno.

I didn't shoot him.

If you expect me to shed a tear for
Durno, sir, forget it.

As for the rest, the authorities chose
to keep me in the dark.

They can hardly blame me if I was forced
to switch a light on.

You do know we're going to be thrown to
the wolves.

I could lose my job over this.

Join the club, sir.

You are now acting Detective Chief
Inspector.

Enjoy it, because it's the best it'll
ever be.

Where am I going to go, then?

As far away from here as possible, if
you've got any sense.

Where are you off to?

I'll grab a couple of days in Paris.

And then we'll see.

Ask her to call me, will you?

It's her husband.

Yeah. It's important, tell her.

As soon as she can, yes.

Thank you.

Paul!

I'm sorry about the guppies, but they're
dead now.

Just like me.

It's official. I heard the other news.

All I want you to do is sit and squirm,
because by the time I finish with you,

the fear will be running down your
trouser legs.

Get down.

Get down.

Now, you know what it's like when
someone invades your home, don't you?

Not very sociable, is it?

And you really ought to have a word with
your widow about that. Oh, very

vulnerable out here. Plenty of
undesirables flossing up.

You see what it is, Mr. Whitcliffe? Up
until two weeks ago, You had a good

and me, I had an even better one.

I liked it here. The people are nice and
friendly.

I never made a fuss, never bothered
anyone.

Just built up a tidy little business.
Providing guns to killers and

I've had a government, so don't give me
that crap.

All you had to do was to make one social
call. That's all, just one.

And then we could have all been
accommodated, all lived happily ever

oh no, you had to go and spoil it,
didn't you?

Anyway, discussion over.

On your knees.

Kill me.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm going to execute you.

You haven't thought this through.

Oh, don't speak.

Don't even pray.

Just enjoy your trip.