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Amanda. What?

Please.

Let's row about it.

No, don't let's.

No.

Amanda, it's not very easy to carry on a conversation when you won't even look

at me.

Well, let's not carry it on then.

Yes, and up yours too, Joseph.

Now, another thing, this new WPC coming in on attachment, she's shown up yet?

Not yet, no, sir. Well, if and when she does condescend to put in an appearance,

would you ask her if she could spare the time to have a great work with him?

I do.

All right, now, look, listen to me.

I am a very rough and very nasty policeman.

On the other hand, my friend here is a very kind and gentle policeman.

And he usually exerts a restraining influence on me, but there are times

not even he can stop me getting very unpleasant indeed.

Now, do you understand that?

Oh, I do, yes.

So, well, right then, now it's down to you.

Either you tell us what we want to know, or believe me, you'll wish you'd never

been brought here.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Ah, um, Jeanette, is it?

Annette. Yeah, I thought you told us your name was Jennifer.

It is sometimes.

I think most of all I like Susan, Beth, though I feel that's much more mean.

What are you here for, Sergeant? In connection with inquiries regarding £200

taken from a man's wallet last night, ma 'am.

Look, I wouldn't waste his time too much if I were you, Annette.

He's a nice, gentle chap, but if he hands you over to his friend Sergeant

there, now, he can be a very nasty piece of work.

He can't be as nasty as I can, ma 'am.

What?

Oh.

He can't, definitely not. In fact, there's not much to choose between

them. Not when they really get angry.

Constable. Stay in this room.

She's not to be left on her own with them.

Keeps her figure well, you know, doesn't she?

Oh, I'm sorry. May I interrupt? No, no, no, no, no. Detective Inspector Forbes,

Mrs Scott, Mr Lever. They're here to make a complaint.

Their car was attacked in Farvingale Mews last night.

Their car?

Mine, actually.

You mean it was damaged when it was parked there?

We were sitting in it at the time, talking.

I see now. What exactly did they do?

Smash the windscreen with a metal pipe.

Is that all?

All?

Oh, did they attack you, Dr. Roberts? No, just ran off.

They? How many were they? Oh, sorry, just one.

We have a description? We couldn't see anything about them at all.

They had a black hood on.

Mrs. Scott, is it?

Well, so?

All right.

Twenty minutes late on your first day. What sort of start's that?

I'm extremely sorry, sir. I took the liberty of having my refreshment break

the way, so I could carry on when I got here without interruption.

Did you?

Where is it you're from, precisely?

Old Burley Street. Old Burley Street, yeah. Well, I'd like to make it plain to

you, I don't have to have you around here if I don't want you. Is that

understood? Yes, sir. Off you go. Report to Detective Inspector Forbes.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and constable.

You'll find things a bit different round here to old Burley Street where there's

not just a lot of pretty faces.

No.

I can tell that, sir.

So, neither of you has the faintest idea at all that it could possibly... I

don't know why you keep going on and on about it. I told you no. So what time

did you say it was? Half past eleven about. Perhaps a bit before. You didn't

report it last night. You waited until today.

We went back to Mr. Lever's flat, right? We were very upset.

We had a drink. We were talking about it.

Look, I really don't think our private life should come into this.

I haven't asked you anything about your private life, Mr Scott. Name Jonathan

Horton mean anything?

No. No.

Well, he's a man who lives at number 14, Farthingale Muse.

And he's phoned to say that he was looking through his first floor sitting

window just before 11 .30 last night and saw the attack on your car take place.

And he says he has a clear view of the person who did it and can give us a very

good description.

It's that ex -colonel sort of chap. He came out and asked... Did we want him to

phone the police? Oh, I think that was something that you forgot to mention

you were telling me about it earlier, didn't you? Look, I don't know what I

mentioned. I was far too upset by the whole thing, you know?

In any case, he couldn't possibly give you a description. We've told you. The

person had a hood over his head. Maybe he took the hood off you. Amanda, I'm

sorry, but if you're not going to say anything, I am.

Honey, don't think that's the end of it.

Your boss told you not to waste time.

Ah, you.

This is me, best of all.

Excuse me, if I give you Detective Inspector Forbes. Oh, sorry, love.

You're not Sir Robert Mark, by any chance, are you?

Could you tell me where I might find him, please?

Well, let's go round the building, have a look. No, I'm sorry to have to tell

you, love, there's no such fellow as Detective Inspector Forbes.

Oh, come on. Who shall I say?

WBC Ruth Whittaker.

Detective Sergeant Jake Barrett, 56, married, five lovely children.

Very expensive hairpiece.

Detective Sergeant Jimmy Benton, 26, unmarried, owned sports car.

One of the few really bright prospects on the force.

Prospects for what?

Ah.

The eye force.

Ah. Well, we could have spent quite a bit of time on that, couldn't we, Mrs

Scott? So when was your husband actually released from the scrubs, then?

The week before last.

On the Tuesday, I think. And so far he hasn't tried to get in touch with him,

not in any way. He doesn't know how.

He doesn't know she's in my family. We should be checking it.

We thought he did.

We should be checking it anyway, but what sort of previous record has he got?

Well, you know better than I do.

Robbery with violence.

GBH.

Yeah, and it's Michael Bernard Scott? Yes. Date of birth?

25th of June, 46, I think, or 47.

Last time you saw your husband, Mr Scott, was when?

I went to visit him about a month before he was due out.

I told him...

As far as I was concerned, we were finished.

I was going to start the steps for a divorce. You told him about you and Mr.

Lever? No, I didn't.

Not stupid, though, you know. I think I might have guessed it was someone.

But he seemed to take it quite well, you thought?

Yes, I think he'd been expecting it.

I hadn't been writing much in the last, well, year, I suppose.

He just said, yes, all right, Amanda, that's what you really want.

Yeah, he was a bit too quiet about it. Right, well, we'll get the eyewitness

report. And if it was your husband, Mrs Scott, would you be prepared to press

charges, Mr Levert, as the owner of the damaged car? Oh, yes.

I suppose.

Oh, can I be of any assistance to you, young lady?

WPC Ruth Whittaker, sir.

D .I. Forbes, sir.

Alas, no, I'm D .I. Croft.

Look, D .I. Forbes might be a wee while yet. How about coming to the canteen,

quick up a seat, please? No, thank you, sir.

I've already had my refreshment break.

Oh, Keely. Good.

Right, well, any time. Anything you want to know.

Thank you, sir.

They did mention your name to me at Old Burley Street.

Oh, good.

Fine. Well, cheers. Just now.

Who's the glamorous young creature, then?

Look at that WPC waiting over there. Oh, sorry, sir. I didn't notice anyone.

Hello. Yeah, all right. On your toes. You, this man, Jonathan something, 14

Farthingale Muse, says he wants to tell somebody about an incident he saw last

night involving someone frightening a couple in a parked car. So go see him.

Have a chat.

This is the man most likely responsible.

Came out of the... He'll call you back.

A man, most likely responsible, came out of Wormwood Scrubs a couple of weeks

ago, and it was his wife that was sitting in the car with another man. So,

on to CRO, get his life story, then let's have him in. Yeah, he's a GBH

merchant, robbery with violence. So, watch your step.

Yeah, and both of you, when you get back, go and put your names down for an

appointment. Get your eyes tested.

Oh, Mr Rathke's given you to me.

Harry, what am I supposed to do with you?

Anything at all would be valuable, ma 'am.

Oh, how's that?

My previous posting.

Well, it wasn't a very busy station and I didn't get much experience of anything

except... I didn't get much experience at all, ma 'am.

Except?

Well, I was going to say, except being chatted up and whistled at.

Oh, I see. And you're not used to that, of course.

No, ma 'am.

Yes, well, um... Ruth, isn't it?

Yes, well, I can't promise you won't be chatted up and whistled at here, but

you'll have to learn to live with it.

We're usually quite busy. I'm sure I can find enough for you to do.

Thank you, ma 'am.

And outside, Ruth, you can drop the man.

Yes, ma 'am. Thank you, ma 'am.

Oh, and Ruth, all they are, you know, men, is just little boys with money.

Yes, ma 'am.

Which do you prefer, Inspector, medium or dry?

Oh, medium, thank you, sir, and just a very small one.

And actually, I'm a sergeant, Mr. Horton, not an inspector.

Oh.

Ah, well, you still always have to be NCOs, don't they? Couldn't get on

them, eh?

Here, sit down. Oh, thank you, sir.

I was a lieutenant commander myself.

Oh, cheers, then, commander.

Cheers, sergeant.

Right, sir.

If you'd like to tell me your story, in your own words.

At 11 .30 last night, or thereabouts... Thank you, sir. I'm not going to take

down verbatim.

I'll just make a few notes of the main points as you go along.

Then afterwards, if you don't mind, we'll go back to the station and see if

can identify who you saw by looking through a few photos.

Oh, yes, Sergeant. Yes, of course, by all means. Well, then.

By the way, do you by any chance know Assistant Commissioner Shelduck? Oh,

Shelduck? Yes, I do, sir, and I'm very well. I often have a jar or two to go at

the end of a hard day. Teddy? His name's Richard. We were at school together.

Ah, well, then, no, sir, it can't be the same one.

The only assistant commissioner I know is definitely Teddy Sheldon.

I said commissioner, Sergeant, not commissioner.

Oh, I beg your pardon, sir.

All right, then, Mickey lad, we are still waiting. Half past eleven last

I've told you, we're at home watching a telly.

Arsenal. Horrible. Wicked.

Terrible. Yeah, now listen, I am not being funny. No, neither am I. Nothing

funny about Arsenal, mate. You know, they've got about as much idea of

as Injun Brackett ever carpentry. Don't push your luck, son. It's his team.

Oh, then God bless you. You certainly need it.

Farthingale Muse. You never heard of it, I suppose.

What is it? An aristocratic kitten? Right, who was with you?

Watching the film?

Well, a bird.

Friend Bimper Earl wouldn't have been watching it, would I? She's an Arsenal

supporter. Name?

Diana, Marjorie, something like that. Oh, and of course, where she is now, you

wouldn't know, would you? Yeah, of course I know where she is. She's back

play. She wasn't there when we lifted you. No, she went out to the shops to

called jets.

Have

you

been working since you came out of the scrubs?

No.

I haven't.

Yeah, and that's down to the government, that is. You know, me and them don't

see eye to eye about their present policies, not one bit, not at all. And I

you this, next time I shall not be voting for them. You didn't vote for

last time, you were in the next. So therefore I'm entirely blameless for the

present situation, right?

You didn't vote for them, did you? All right, all right, all right, never mind

all that. Now this girl, no, this bird, of course she spent all night at the

flat with you and she'll swear you never set foot outside it. I shall think so,

because I didn't. Could be a long day here for you, Mickey.

Don't I know it.

On the other hand, Mickey, we wouldn't like it said that we were always on the

backs of fellas who'd just come out of prison. Why not? You are. No, we're not.

We're going to prove it to you. Once you've made your statement, you can go

home.

Oh, yeah, I get it. Well, I've been here, you've been round the flat and

it up with stolen gear. Oh, come on, Mickey. You've got all bitter and

while you've been inside, haven't you?

You're as free as a bird. It's just a formality, a statement.

Yes, this is Larson.

Jake. Excuse me, please, sir.

Can you give Mickey Scott's picture a second look?

Yeah, Mickey seems to have an alibi.

Well, once I've got his statement, I'll check it out.

Ah.

Hmm.

Well, they are person -looking people about, aren't they?

It's paint.

Red paint from an aerosol can.

Sprayed in her face. Nice.

Badly damaged, this one? Yeah, some of it went in her eyes.

Hospital's irrigating them. So she'll probably start seeing a bit in a few

time. Farthingale Mews will be getting itself a reputation, sir.

Hmm. Property will not keep its value up. This sort of thing goes on. There

an incident there the night before, too.

Well, what sort of incident? A courting couple in a car. Somebody put a piece of

scaffold in the back of their windscreen.

Who? Same person?

Well, if it is and it isn't our first suspect, you might have had personal

reasons. I'm going to sound like your ordinary straightforward nutter. You

to organise some surveillance? It won't be worth a try, just for a night or two.

Right, now, what's beginning to look like a big jewellery swindle might even

lead to a few days' trip to the Far East.

Either of you two lads interested?

What part of the Far East?

Lower stuff.

I'll be no use to you, Gov. I can't speak the language.

Right, go to night school, learn it, improve yourself, because it's yours.

Right, next.

Lois Stott. Yes, the constable did give us your name. Thank you, sir.

How many nights of sisters did I get? Yes, sisters, you've been most helpful,

and we are very grateful to you.

Yes, Mr Horton, I...

Yeah, yeah, we'll send someone around to you just as soon as we can. Thank you,

sir. Goodbye.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Just a minute, laddie. Oh, promise my auntie

I'll buy a new pair of cycle clips. Ah, well, that was your friend, Mr. Horton.

Wants to tell someone what he saw last night.

Oh, really?

Oh, when, yeah.

Yeah, I went last time. When where?

Down at Horton's flat to take a statement.

Uh, sorry, I've fixed up to have a drink with Ruth at last time.

Ruth? Ruth who?

Ruth? Here now, you listen to me, sonny.

We've got a nice, unspoiled, fresh study PC here. Don't want any of your grovel

marks all over it. All right, all right, all right, just a minute.

Dissension in the station, disruption of comradeship.

Sounds to me as though what this girl really needs is protection. So, you'd

better keep well clear, right?

The Icroft.

Yeah.

You, Fenton.

Or... Yeah.

What she wanted to talk to me about was how she could get to know you. When?

That's it, then. You'll take care of that, yes?

Right. Oh, Maggie, the new addition, WPC Whitaker, no problem, sir? She's

settling in all right?

Yes, she's only been here five minutes.

Yeah, well, I presume you know why she's here.

Yes, well, there's usually only one reason why someone is transferred from

station to another at 24 hours' notice.

Yeah, you know any of the people at Old Burley Street? No, not really.

Well, Superintendent...

Old enough to be a father, certainly old enough to know better. He's been seeing

her outside of office hours.

Smart lunches, dinners, Chelsea, all that sort of rubbish.

So he's been told to knock it on ahead and smartish.

Two days later, they've been seen having dinner together somewhere in Hampstead.

So within the hour, I get a telephone call, she's being transferred here.

I mean, all I want to say on the subject is keep an eye on her, yes?

Yes, sir.

Oh, by the way, those attacks last night... Yeah, hang on a minute.

I'm going to leave it to you. Anything you think best, right?

Right. Sorry, go on.

He what? He coughed a lot.

The lady said she'd like to talk to you personally, ma 'am.

He's still here.

Are you still keeping him? Who?

Mickey, my husband.

Oh, have you seen him? Please don't play games.

I know as soon as we'd gone, you'd have been out there looking for him, straight

round to the flat. Look, Mrs Scott, why don't you sit down?

Yes, we have had him in for questioning. But you had to let him go.

Well, you see, Mrs Scott, if we don't have... That witness's description was

nothing like good enough. Look, I'm sorry, Mrs Scott, but if we don't have

enough to go on... I knew it wasn't him.

I don't remember you being quite as positive as that. He's not a vindictive

person at all.

Oh, I know you'd think he would be with the sort of record he's got.

But towards me and the children, he's never been anything other than kind and

gentle.

Shows you how deceptive appearances can be, doesn't it?

I'll abide him too, I suppose.

Huh? The bird?

Oh, come on.

You got a bird there at the flat with him, hadn't you?

Said they watched the telly all evening and then they went to bed.

And she'll swear he never set foot out of there till 8 o 'clock next morning.

Look, Mrs... I've been married to him for ten years. I'm quite used to the

birds. And he knows I'm not exactly a saint when he's inside, either.

Look.

The phone's been cut off at his flat.

Now, I don't want to go round there.

You look as though I were trying to make trouble.

Could you somehow get a message to him for me?

Message? What sort of message?

Well, I'd just like him to know it wasn't through me he got pulled in.

And I've some photographs of the children.

Recent ones in the school uniform, if you'd like to see them.

My God.

Mrs Scott, write to him. Look, all I'm saying is, could you somehow have

tell him I'll be in a pub called The Pheasant in Vine Street tonight, eight o

'clock.

If you'd like to see the pictures of the children in the school uniform.

Ten years, in and out of prison.

Birds, fellas, you've had...

Well, how would someone like you know?

Don't you say that pub was called?

And I'm not making any promises.

You're quite sure?

Quite sure, sir. Thank you, sir.

Sit down, please.

Um, what happened to your colleague?

The one who came to see me yesterday?

Oh, he's a bit tied up in another case at the moment, sir.

But he sends you his regards.

Thank you.

Well, I understand that you witnessed another incident last night, sir, just

outside here.

Not through the window, exactly like it was with the other one, no.

But I can only have missed it by a couple of seconds.

I was downstairs, just opening my front door for Tompkins, when this chap went

rushing past.

And then I saw the woman on the ground. Well, behind me, on.

Tompkins being the cat?

Yes. Nice animal.

I don't know where he is at the moment. Somewhere.

Tompkins? Tompkins?

Anyway.

Now, this is not a very brave thing to have to admit, I'm afraid, but I didn't

go and try and help the woman. In fact, I rushed back up here in order to phone

the police.

And I was just picking up the receiver when I looked out of the window and I

a policeman already there.

Foot patrol, who happened to be passing, I gather, purely by chance.

Well, naturally, I went down to him straight away to see if he required any

help, which, unfortunately, he did.

Unfortunately?

When someone's in trouble, you don't think about things like that at the

do you?

Well, it's like we owe you a new suit, sir.

I expect it'll dry clean all right.

and also quite a good pair of boots.

I'll take them with me. We'll get them sorted out.

Now, this man who dashed past you just as you opened the door for the cat, did

you get a clear view of him?

There's a street lamp on the wall over there, just, oh, two yards away, not

more. Now, I didn't have even a moment's hesitation.

It was the same man that I saw running away after the attack on the car.

Only that time, of course, I saw him through the window.

Right.

Well, I'm sorry to have to bother you again.

Well, what else can I say?

Oh, nothing else. Just the same again.

Ah.

Tall.

Well, fairly tall.

Slender. Almost thin.

Well -preserved fifties or so.

Dark hair.

Receding. Cut quite neatly.

Clean -shaven.

A bit of a slightly pointed chin.

Can't think of anything else, really.

What was he wearing?

I don't know. Um, well, a coat, I think.

Definitely not a hat.

And certainly nothing like anyone you showed me a picture of in your files.

Then suddenly brought his hand from behind his back and aimed the thing

at my face.

My first thought it was acid or something. It completely blinded me.

I thought, oh, my God, that's my face gone forever or something.

I don't remember much after that.

Question, can you describe what he looked like?

Answer, no, dear, I've no idea.

There was then a pause, and she then said, no, I didn't see his face, only

sort of eyes staring.

I think he'd got a mask on.

The ward sister then came in and said, in her opinion, she thought the patient

should be discouraged from talking any further, and I left the cubicle at 13

.05.

Hmm. Well, I did well.

However, go back and have another chat with him. See if you can remember some

more. After you've had time to think about it.

Jimmy, read out Horton's description, will you, Jake?

Check it with the one he gave you.

Tall, slender, almost thin.

Probably in his 50s. Mid to late 50s.

Dark hair, receding, cut short.

Hearted, clean -shaven, slightly pointed chin.

Dark eyes, dark hair, neatly brushed, no beard or moustache, as far as I could

tell. And Tompkins.

Tompkins?

Oh, yeah, his cat.

You interviewed his cat?

Oh, I've got his description.

What, is it on the wanted list? Is it a suspected cat? All right, enough!

Enough!

It's all, isn't it? What? Well, there's this bloke, goes around attacking

people, wearing a hood so you can't see his face, and then apparently,

immediately he's done it, he rips the hood off, runs away, so that anybody

seeing him will immediately be able to describe him.

Well, he probably can't run with the hood on.

Or he thinks he'll frighten anybody who sees him.

Sorry, just an idea.

How much do you have to drink at lunchtime?

I don't know.

Oh, yeah, look, I'm sorry. I meant to explain. I couldn't make it.

Nick, what?

Honestly, the deceit and corruption the police... All right, where do we go from

here? Well, why don't we just do nothing, wait and see what happens?

It's two minor incidents.

Well, all right, two nights in succession, but that could be sheer

I said it might be worth a night or two of surveillance. You said it might be.

He just nodded. I've just decided it is. Mr Houghton's most upset at the way the

area's declined. All right, I'll get a couple of the lads to take an extra turn

or two through there all night. I was thinking of something a bit more

enterprising. I'd be very willing to volunteer, ma 'am, if there's any

opportunity. Yes.

Well, Ruth... Hey, now, wait, wait a minute. I know I'm getting old and

and slow on the uptake, but are you suggesting... What have we got to lose?

mean, a woman, a partner in her own little life.

Now, look, are you really going to let this poor young... I didn't say that.

Now, I've got another job for her.

No, I was thinking of somebody a bit more sophisticated and glamorous

You know, the kind of woman that men can't seem to keep away from. Oh, yeah.

Like who?

Well, you lads game to give it a try?

Oh, sure.

Well, Ruth, thanks again, but another time, OK? Instead, though, do you happen

to know a pub called The Pheasant in Vine Street? Do you fancy an hour or two

there tonight?

Yes, ma 'am, I'm sure I'd enjoy it. It might be interesting, it might not. It

all depends, really, whether someone decides to go.

I'll fill you in with the details later, OK?

You know, I thought I was getting old.

I think you're losing your... You don't think I'm going to get any offers, do

you? All right, why don't you put your money where your mouth is? A quid a

punter, OK?

Yeah, all right, you're on.

Hey, no, wait a minute, though. How will I know?

I'm not going to be there.

Yeah, neither will they be, except around the corner.

I think I'd be dishonest about a thing like that.

50p each.

Oh, flattery.

Zulu to four. Nothing to report.

Thank you, Zulu.

Yeah, well, it's on.

Thanks.

Believe me.

Yeah, I do believe you.

It was this bloke.

He started blabbering to them about you just having come out.

He's frightened, aren't you?

He's frightened of me.

Well, what's that supposed to mean?

Educated sort of bloke, is he?

Well? Well.

Oh, I see. That's why I prefer him, is it? So you do prefer him?

Yeah.

What is he?

What's he do?

An accountant.

Come on.

Here, serve.

Do you want another?

Yeah, all right.

If you like.

Oh,

are

you gorgeous? All right.

Yes, thank you.

Stud you up, is he?

No. It's just that I'm a bit early, that's all.

I'll tell you what. I'll have a seat and get rid of my sister, all right?

Well, now, how's your daughter getting on?

Let's see. What is she?

26?

27 now?

45. Just a bit younger than you.

I'll tell you what.

Her feet never get any smaller, do they?

Zulu. Come in, please.

Yes, this is Cobra.

Cobra, could you keep clear, please?

Zulu, you there?

Is that you, 01?

It's not 01, this is 04.

Zulu. Cobra here, can you hear me, 01?

Oh, that'll help.

All right, all right. No problem.

How's Zulu?

Where do they make these things anyway, Japan?

Lewisham.

Oh, that's near Hull too, I suppose, isn't it? That direction.

Yeah, when are you going to Lewistop then?

I'm not.

I've already nicked the key there.

Zulu?

Zulu to port.

Nice and cheap.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I'm still waiting. Go on.

No, you stay looking at me.

Now, again, what were you doing? Why were you there? I've told you. I was

walking through on my way home. Why did you approach me?

Out of politeness, feeling you'll recognize me. You are going to be in big

trouble, Mr. Lever, if you don't do better. I've told you, a couple of hours

later, something else happened near there.

What?

Look, I can only go on saying it.

Amanda, Mrs. Scott, she'll confirm what time I got back to the flat.

Where had you been before you came up and spoke to me?

A walk.

To see a friend.

Who?

Name.

Jonathan Horton, 14, Farthingale News.

He said, look at her. Look at that policewoman down there pretending to be

tart.

We watched her from the window.

You went to see Mr Horton? What for?

I thought you said you didn't know him.

Now, we're going to be asking him anyway, Mr Lever, aren't we? So save us

Make it true. Look, all...

All I asked him was, would he think some more about the man he saw attacking us

at the car we were in?

Would he think over the description? Yeah, make it sound a bit more like

Scott. Amanda, she's terrified of him.

Oh,

you shouldn't have done, but they're lovely, thank you.

I can smell things quite a bit now.

Have you got anything more you can tell me today, please?

Have you remembered anything else?

No, no, no. No, just a tall man.

Please, will you ask them? They won't tell me.

If I'll ever be able to see them.

Yes, of course.

And do you want me to tell you what they say?

Yes.

A fractured skull and concussion, but she's regained consciousness and she'll

probably survive. But it's no thanks to us, is it?

17 -year -old girl, struck over the head with a shovel from behind, nearly

killed. It sounds worse where it will do, won't it?

When the press got hold of the fact that there was a police watch there only a

few hours earlier?

Yes, well, maybe whoever it was had... Now, this man, what's his name? The

geezer who lives in the museum. Has he phoned in with any information this

No, sir. They attack on the girls in the next street with one. He couldn't

possibly have seen it. I mean, not from where he lives.

Right, I want it cleared up. I want it cleared up smartish. Don't care what you

do, how you do it. Just do it, please.

Right.

I can't see any of my ideas have been all that brilliant, Santa.

I think I've got one, though.

Something's beginning... But what we need is something that's even more of a

temptation to an unpredictable wandering maniac, which it looks as though we've

got, right?

Now, my mind is going back to the beginning, to that first incident

the couple in the parked car.

Now, if Horton could spot you from his window... That was it?

That was all they said?

Then they let you go?

Yes.

Are they going to check with me you were in all night after you came back?

They might, which I was.

Give me any details, but I think something else happened later that

attacked or something.

I don't probably know what.

I even thought at one stage they were going to pin it on me.

Yes, well, they do.

Did they think it was funny you should be walking back through the same place?

Funny? No. Why should they think it funny?

Hang on.

Why were you walking back through there?

Because it's a shortcut.

Where from?

Donald doesn't live anywhere near there. Donald!

Kevin.

You said you were going to see Donald.

Well, did you?

Good God, Amanda, do you mind?

You're nearly as bad as the police.

You don't own me, you know.

I don't have to...

Explain everything to you.

No.

Some think so.

Look, let's just forget it, shall we?

Yes, all right.

In fact, there are quite a few things perhaps we should forget, shall we?

So, providing Horton agrees, you'll keep watch from the flat window with D .I.

Forbes and you'll be there at the entrance to that alley. Why do I have to

out in the cold? You said you didn't like Horton. You couldn't stand him. I

wouldn't want to embarrass you. And the car will be...

Right there. No lights on. Exactly where the one was that was attacked before.

And WPC Whittaker and I will be sitting in it. In great danger. Deliberately

setting ourselves up as bait.

Probably get the Queen's Police Medal for bribery.

Yeah. She'll be the one who earns it.

Woman Police Inspector.

Oh, well.

You have seen me before.

Actually, Mr. Morgan.

I don't recall it. Yes, well, it's not that important.

Doesn't greatly matter.

Well,

Inspector.

What can I do for you?

Well, now, Mr. Horton, we know that you're as concerned as we are about the

attacks on people around here recently at night, and we'd very much appreciate

your assistance.

Mine? Well, anyway, I guess... I take it that this is the window that you saw

the first attack from, the one on the couple in the car by someone with a

of pipe?

Yes, the car was down that side of the road, there.

It had a perfect view.

Mr. Horton, if we had a car parked down there tonight with two people that

appeared to be a courting couple in it, would you allow us to keep watching it

from up here?

Well, er... Oh, yes, of course, certainly, by all means.

But... Well, I may myself have to go out for a while this evening, but you're

welcome to make yourselves comfortable, watch television, do whatever... I

rather think we'll be sitting in the dark with the curtains drawn back.

Silly of me.

Yes, of course you will.

Well, thank you very much, Mr Horton.

I'll phone you later and arrange the final details.

And have you seen all you want to stare at, young lady? Or would you like to

search the premises too?

Sorry? I beg your pardon, sir?

Thank you again for your cooperation, sir.

So this is Scrooge.

Six foot five and 19 stone. And he says to me, he says, Now, come on, Mickey

lad. Don't let's have no bother, eh? I can't stand violence, son. Gives me

diarrhea up. That was for days.

So I said, you what? You think I'm going to give you violence? I'm not that

stupid, mate. And I'll tell you another.

Well, hello.

What a surprise.

May I join you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

She's Susie.

Melanie. How do you do?

Oh, yeah, this is Amanda. The wife?

Yeah.

The wife.

Oh, this'll be enough for me, dear.

Go get yourself another one.

All right, straight.

Are we making a big mistake?

Well, there's a couple in the car set up, Croft and Whitaker.

Well, I don't know what else we can do, sir.

I mean, Jimmy and I will be watching up at Horton's window. Jake will be at the

entrance to an alleyway. We'll have to wait and see. Yeah, well, I'm not so

talking about that aspect of it, am I?

Do you, Croft?

Oh, well, we all know he talks a lot, but I don't think he will.

Look, I don't want any of my team being gossiped about around the division.

So just to be on the safe side, let's put a different WPC on it, yeah?

Oh, Whittaker's a very young girl, sir. She's very keen on getting the

experience. Well, I thought she did all that at Old Burley Street.

I'm sure that wasn't her fault, and I'm sure she's learned from it, and I'm sure

she can look after herself.

I was quite pretty, too, at that age, but I learned to cope.

All you need is four hands.

I think we should risk it.

My money's on her.

G -Golf, Alpha -1, I have you in sight. Over.

G -Golf, Alpha -1, you're in sight. Over.

Oh, all right, have Capital Radio on instead, then.

I'm sorry we frightened your cat.

No, no, no, no, no. He's only always like that when we have strangers come.

dashes straight off and hides somewhere.

Tompkins, Tompkins!

Perhaps later he'll get over to Shyness and come out and introduce himself.

Meanwhile...

Can I help either of you a drink? No, thank you, Mr. Wharton. Thank you. Oh,

you are an abstemious pair.

Perhaps later, if you change your mind, you'll tell me.

I think I'll have one myself, if you won't think it very rude.

Oh, do please sit down.

Oh, you want the lights off and the curtains back? Please, Mr Horton, do

your drink first.

Sorry, I'm afraid I'm a bit... I'm really waiting for a phone call. I

would have come by now.

I'm sorry.

5300.

This is Mr Horton, yes.

Thank you, thank you for letting me know. I'll come straight away.

Forgive me. I'm sorry. I have to go out.

Do please me.

Mr. Horton, will you be out for long?

I don't know.

My wife's in St. Dominic's. It seems she's not very much longer. She does

these brief periods of consciousness, though.

When she has, they call me and tell me, and I go straight away.

Oh, I'm sorry. I really shouldn't burden you with my pleas.

Do forgive me. Mr. Horton, don't apologize, please. Just go.

Thank you.

Sometimes I just can't help it. I do have a very nasty, suspicious mind.

The car there, yes?

Yes.

Tom Kins.

Oh, hello.

Yes, is that St Dominic's?

Tom Kins? Yes, I wanted to make an inquiry about a patient of yours, how

It's a Mrs. Horton, 14, fathering girl, muse.

But I'm very sorry, I don't know what ward she's on.

Yes, right, I'll hang on.

Puss, puss, puss, puss.

Come on.

Oh, come on, you stupid.

You're very sensitive, you know, Kat.

Try putting some feeling into it, make it sound like you care.

What? Oh.

No, I'm not.

Oh,

I see.

Yeah, thank you.

We're sorry.

Mrs. Horton is not very well at all, I'm afraid.

Alpha One, loud and clear control.

Ah, well, might as well make ourselves comfortable, I suppose.

All we've got to do now is sit and wait.

You nervous?

No, sir.

Do you smoke?

No, thank you, sir.

Ah, no.

Well, it's a filthy habit, anyway.

It's, um, Ruth, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

So...

Are you enjoying the forest then, Ruth?

Yes, thank you, sir.

Very much so, sir.

Oh, good.

Could I ask your advice, please, sir? Oh, yes, yes, of course you can. Like I

told you, any time you want to know anything.

I was wondering, when would it be all right for me to start speaking up, sir?

Speaking up?

What about?

I had an idea, sir.

Only I thought... Well, it might sound a bit pushy if I... No, no, no, no, no.

Go on. An idea about what?

Well, the man who lives back there, sir.

Mr. Horton.

The man who got in touch with us both times to tell us he'd seen someone

away.

Each time he said it was dark. And the person he'd seen running.

So he could only have caught sight of them for a second or two, can't he?

Yet his description was very, very detailed.

What have you got?

Only crisps.

No, really? I never guessed it. What sort of crisps?

Prawn cocktail.

Prawn cocktail?

Yeah.

Oh, one of life's new experiences. Come on.

Oh, sorry.

You can ask a bit sooner.

If you don't go and do something about that animal... No, like you said, I'm

good with it. I know you're not very good. Go and try. Perhaps it likes the

taste of plum cocktail.

It's the smell.

Is that an order?

Yes.

Talkies. Yeah, one of those people that wants to make himself important, eh?

Hmm?

So we've no real idea at all, then, have we, who it is that... Hold on.

I keep very calm. Just sit still, keep very, very calm.

Shall I ask you something else, sir?

Yeah, yeah, of course you can. Do you like the fourth, sir?

Well... I've been in it long enough. I suppose I've just got used to it.

I mean, it has its good points and its bad points.

Like most things, I suppose.

Well, do you think the career structure for women in it is good, sir?

Please.

What I mean, sir, is if I was your daughter, Would you recommend me to go

it? I was talking it over with my fiancé last night, and he said I should start

asking people questions and finding out.

Like, well, would I have a chance of making Inspector while I was still young

with her?

Or would I have to wait until I was your age?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I hope that didn't sound rude, sir. Oh, deary me.

No. I think someone like you will get on very well.

Have you finally tried it?

Yeah, the cat was in the cupboard under the stairs where the meters are. So was

this, stuffed out of sight behind them.

Well, you know he got paint on his clothes when he went to help that

He brought his suit in.

Yeah, but he didn't show me this coat, did he? Didn't even mention it.

Alpha One, control to Alpha One. Leave your vehicle and come up to the flat,

please. They were not at all unkind to me, Ivy.

They said the best thing was to tell them everything.

They were sure it'd be better for me if I told them everything that there was to

tell.

And I think that they understood, you know, really, about you being ill so

and me being all those weeks on my own, how it all began to get me down.

I said how all I'd wanted, really, was to make things like they used to be

before.

This is a nice place.

It's a nice area to live.

I went too far, you see, though, didn't I?

Hitting that girl so hard with a shovel, that was quite much too... They

said they were very sorry to hear about you, Ivy.

And they couldn't promise, but they thought I might be able to come to the

funeral.

It's very good that you're not going to feel any more pain, Ivy. I am glad.

Oh, now, Mr. Horton.

If you'd just read this through, please.

What'll happen to him?

Well, I shouldn't think he'll see the inside of a courtroom for a start, not

until he's found fit to plead, if ever.

Anyway, Constable, D .I. Forbes tells me that, in her opinion, you've performed

quite satisfactorily, so how do you feel about moving on to another section so

you can broaden your experience still more?

Yes, sir, if I could. Fine. As from tomorrow, you'll be downstairs in B

Thank you, sir. You know what B section is, do you?

Traffic. Traffic, that's right. Yeah, it can get a bit hairy, but I'm sure a

sensible girl like you will handle it just fine.

Thank you, sir.

What an enthusiastic young thing.

Well, I don't remember being just like her.

I think I can.

Just?

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