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What do you want, sir?

Did a lady come in here?

No, and you're not.

Watch it, Tonto.

Who is he, Eric?

I don't know.

Look. And, Eric, why at the table?

It's a filth. I reckon he's done me a favour.

What's the name?

B .C. David Pair.

Give Martin and Pizza to one of each.

Tell them to dump him and I'll come visit him for a bit.

Who's the boy?

I don't know.

But he come here looking for you.

Still.

A lot of people come here looking for us, don't they?

I think you better change your car.

God, you stink of birds.

All right, come on through.

Look, I'll take it in.

Might do me some good.

Yeah.

Now, you went out to get a four -line statement producing one document, a bent

check from one bank in Piccadilly. You wind up in Ilford, half drowned in

whiskey, your funny hat and your motor car stuck in Golan Street. Why?

Maggie, while he's out scrambling his brain, you mind telling me why he was

on his own?

TDC Manley's off sick. I told him he was to help out in the office.

I'm listening.

I saw this woman I know, sir, getting out of a murk.

She's always around a lot, sir, very upmarket.

I don't know her name, but I thought I'd have a word. Well, you never know, but

she might come up with something.

I followed her into the Windsor Club, where I inquired of two flowerpot men

where she was.

And that's all I can remember, sir.

What made you think she had anything to offer?

Well, a year and a bit ago, she was being gone over for a bag by a couple of

yobs, and I stepped in.

She said, I know a bit up West Copper, I owe you one.

I thought maybe this was my chance to collect.

No particulars with the car?

No, ma 'am.

Now, you've been in this department as a temporary... Two months, sir.

Unwritten law in this office, you do not go into those places alone, in plain

clothes, you never know what you might catch.

Go home, sleeve it off, I want you back tomorrow morning, nine o 'clock.

First job, detailed statement of what happened. I'll do it now, sir. No, you

won't. Sir, I never drank, sir.

Power, not even as clumsy an idiot as you could have spilt an entire bottle

the front of his dress. Out.

Everything okay?

I won't be making cheap soup as quickly as I thought.

But you'll be available?

Any time.

Why not now?

The man's clever, ambitious, and very funny.

Comics I do not need.

Oh, I do.

Bloody salt.

Oh, I'll get some water.

Sir, it...

It's locked.

I've got the key.

That door was unlocked when your joker... That maniac's going to be

top hat tomorrow.

A TDC passed you there?

No, sir. He's gone home.

Wounded.

Well, look, don't ask me how, but I've managed to lock myself in. So get

downstairs, get a spare key and move it, would you?

Well, tell me, what is he all about?

He's only been here a dog. What's already more happened to him than a

vodka?

That club?

They look so sure of themselves they can smack a copper on their premises.

That's a nonsense.

If they panicked, they're hiding something.

If they didn't, they're very naughty. I'll get Bob Croft to check out the club

section. And you can take Bob Oakley up to C11.

You reckon he was woke? Right.

You okay, sir?

Good evening, ladies and

worms. And welcome to all you chronically ill who've managed it here

No doubt you're even more grateful than we are that you could make it.

Management tells me it was sheer hell out there in the lobby.

Wheelchairs smashing into crutches, leg irons clinking against life support

machines.

What a metal salad.

But you're here, and that's all that matters.

How many spastics?

You, sir. Are you a spastic?

You are spastic.

Yes, sir, you, sir.

Are you one dithering, I won't admit it, in case the neighbors run away spastic?

Good. Well done.

Two, three.

It's great coming out, yeah?

Yeah.

And do we have, do we have a multiple sclerotic in the audience here tonight?

You, lady.

What particular injustice has the good Lord laid on your life?

Why are you home early?

You hiding in the dark?

Answer. Proclaim your disease, lady. I'm M .F., a meth.

Sing with it. Enjoy hating it. Shut up, Dave.

Sing it. Dave! Shout it out.

It's your way of getting back at me.

Is that what you think?

No.

But don't make me laugh for what I am.

I know how you mean it, but don't.

Kitty, just as much as you hate self -pity.

Good.

What's this?

Trying to make something happen.

What does that mean?

It means just that. I want something to happen.

Now, my governor does not appreciate his officers being done over by very tiny

men, or anybody else, for that matter.

I told you. He come in, he had a bit of drink in him, and he went off with a

bird. He described you. And Quasimodo here. He had a cover himself.

Who booked him in?

Oh, um, Mr Green, I think. Some geezer. He a member?

Oh, yeah, yeah. He's not around, though. He's hit from a six.

Yeah, how many drinks?

It's difficult to say anything. Are you saying my officer was drunk? No, no, no,

I'm not saying... You told me drinking and procuring a woman on duty. I take it

you prefer to make a complaint of corruption.

Look, I might be saying... I might be saying this to you, but I'm not putting

nothing down on paper.

Mr Black, Mr White, Mr Green.

It's enough to send you a colour blank.

Cub, you'd better come up here.

Epsom Ascot Boats Club's Hotel Thilton Boxing.

What do you want for starters?

Clubs and hotels?

Thanks,

Daddy.

Right, now, you say she's a deferred coat brat, right?

So, her hairstyle could have changed and she'd have left the coat at the door.

Where did you get these?

Head down, never mind where. You don't talk about these books when you get out.

Does his wife know about this, Bloke? Just find the lady or you're going to be

in a lot of trouble.

Mastermind here can't see it.

But if anything happened down there... With Mr Black or Mr Green? It would have

been seen from here.

Otherwise, Harry, why have the iron?

Is that logical?

Is that a con?

Now, are you going to tell me, or am I going to lift you, Harold Stemp, who it

is who runs this pit?

Mr Dennis Connor.

Yeah, right.

His name is on the drinks license, but who sits there and organizes the

mutilation of young police officers? Oi!

Have you got a W for that? Oh, goody. He's going to complain. Listen to the

Who, Eric?

Mr. Connor.

And where can I contact Mr. Connor?

Adelaide. Do you have the address?

No. He's been gone three weeks.

Nothing's been opened here for a fortnight. Welcome aboard the Maori

Any joy?

No, ma 'am.

But I've seen more MPs in the House of Commons. Come on, you slackin'. I know

you wanted anything out from that Treya Rings gang, ma 'am. Here a minute. Ah.

Listen, I'm off down to the robbery squad office for half an hour. When

done, go up to the canteen and get yourself a cup of tea. Keep off the

I'll meet you up there.

I want to see Mr Russell.

Why? Personal.

Hey, sit down.

Well, come on, Jen, there's nobody here. You can tell me. God, I'm going to kill

him. He's disgusting.

What, the old man?

TDC. Pah!

He put that look -through plastic easy grip or whatever it is over the toilet

bowl under the seat.

You see?

And you sat... Yes, I sat!

I'm sorry.

I'll get someone to bail you out.

No joy?

No, Sarge.

Thanks. Here.

Give us a hand, then.

Well, I don't know where we can go.

Something happened, he was smacked somewhere, and the idiot did go in there

his own. Maggie?

Oh, I don't know. Since he came up with nothing in C11, I'd say put it down to

experience. He lives to fight another day. No, 28 days at the most. Then,

there's a vast improvement, he's back wearing a top hat. But this could come

back on us. Well, put it in your diary. You'll be covered, won't you? Pretty

sure, TDC.

Yeah, all right, all right, enough. It's done.

Look, you think back to when you were able, CID. You telling me you weren't

overkeen, that you never made mistakes?

That you weren't some gobble tarzan looking for an English jungle to

It's a team here, so you keep telling me. We don't want some high flyer

birds are for after lunch. Come on, he was on fleece work looking for a

potential informant. Give him that much.

10 by 6, my old member.

She wants us on the plot at 8 by 7.

What are we going to do till then?

Oi, wake up.

What about grub?

I don't say rather than pint. I'm fed up with trying to get my fishing tackle

down that trap hole.

Run me to West Hampstead.

Oh, of course, Sir David.

You can't go off the manor.

What do you want, your other ball chewed off?

It won't take long.

We'll be back.

What's it for?

I want to see a man.

It won't take long.

All right.

But I ain't with you.

My name is Swan.

Good night to the job.

Right, what was it again?

Malcolm Webster.

He's gone. Where?

I don't know who you are, son, but I'll give you some free advice. I don't talk

about good tippers.

You're not of this manner.

Seven dials. It's about the nicking of expensive car radios.

He's got a sofa.

Is he here?

I told you, he's gone a month ago.

The chauffeur comes round once a week to pick up the mail, that's all.

That's, er... John Henry McGilvan?

McGilvan, Gishmilvan, how should I know?

There's no forwarding address.

Yes? Hello, Miss Sloane.

I'm sorry, do I know you? Or is it Mrs Ogden?

I helped you out a couple of years ago in Small Street.

You said you owed me one.

I'm sorry, I didn't recognise you.

They have a way with older women.

Thank you.

No offence.

What are you now?

Sergeant? No, I'm working on the really big one.

Permanent Detective Constable.

Come in.

How did you get my name?

My superiors don't like their officers thumped over the head.

I take it that means something.

The Windsor Club?

Where on earth's that?

I followed you there two days ago.

Mr... Dave.

Acting Constable.

I've never been in any Windsor Club.

Southampton Mews, Gollum Street. It's manned by two unhealthy midgets.

Do your superiors know you're here?

Of course.

Don't you come in twos?

All right, look, I'll do a deal.

I think you're being very silly.

What superiors would allow you to make a deal?

You seem more shocked by that than being asked to make a deal.

Do it all the time, do you?

My inspector's name is Forbes.

Do you want her number?

In return?

Let's get this straight, Dave.

TDC power.

In return for you not questioning me about my alleged presence in a club I

know, I can offer you something.

Are you mad?

I don't like being thumped over the head. And I've offered you my

number. I think I'm diabolically sane.

I don't think you know what you're doing.

I think you know lots of things, Miss Sloan.

Now, all I want is a favour.

A little message that something's going to happen, preferably that you're not

involved in.

Villainy, not a hot dog or buying a radio.

I think you can help me, because despite appearances to the contrary, you're not

a clean lady.

You've been mentioned in dispatches.

Otherwise, my presence here would be an insult.

And I'd like to know, before Mr McGilvan comes back and finds you talking to the

filth...

That's seven dials.

Don't be stupid.

This is for you, not your superiors.

And they want you straight round.

Inspector, for you.

Thanks. D .I. Forbes.

D .I. Inchmore, West Edmonds. You got D .C. Power in your strength?

T .D .C. Power.

He's been on my turf. Why?

Making inquiries?

He spoke to the head porter at Nightingale Mansions.

A gentleman who tells us everything.

And he's a bit choked with your man's flesh manner.

Didn't he tip him enough?

Some are tasty, some are very rich, some over the side with high -class crumpet.

But they all want to be anonymous.

The man has to be very careful, so he only deals with me.

If you want something, love, bring me.

Don't send the kiddies.

You been sending power and manly on inquiries to West Hampstead?

No.

What time's it due on?

Six till two.

Now, the robbery squad want what?

You, back at the factory.

We've got two birds and a bloke for the rings.

It's not a bad squad.

Right, well, that'll take me to about ten tonight.

Look, I'll be back, and I want power standing here to attention.

I'll tell him.

I'm on, mate.

101 % bananas.

Where can I dump these? Wherever's available.

That idiot.

Power.

How much annual leave you got left?

Ten days, sir. Wrong. You've got seven. You're taking three days off. That takes

up Sunday. Monday, you are back in uniform.

I'll be informing the commander. You want to be a clown? You can be a clown

uniform, Bronson. Cop!

You'll be paying for my near -side front bumper to be shiny and dentless.

Yes, ma 'am.

Right, now that your partiality for the helmet has been rewarded, tell me what

the hell makes you bounce.

We've been told you were in West Hampstead last night. What for?

Not enough crime for you in the West End, or what?

What time?

6 .20, ma 'am. Who gave you permission?

I had an inquiry to finish, ma 'am. You didn't answer the question.

Nobody, ma 'am.

Look, you're bright, but I am not thick.

What's the complaint, ma 'am? Being flashed with a police friend. Now, what

inquiry?

Related car radio theft, ma 'am. Did you find him? No, ma 'am.

Is there anything you want to tell me?

No, ma 'am.

Tomorrow morning, I want you back here, all outstanding work cleared, and on

this desk by ten o 'clock without fail.

Yes, ma 'am.

Then you leave the building straight away afterwards.

On your way out, send in T .D .C. Manley.

I'll have to find him another buck.

Can I speak to David Power, please?

Hello?

Margaret Sloan. I have some news for you.

Where can we meet in the next hour?

Anywhere but the club.

Can you come here?

You'll find it can't wait.

Who was she?

I'll be back in time for lunch.

Love you.

But I've got to be at sell -offs by two.

That's the one. The old man lives next door. He brings the heavy stuff home in

his pocket.

The van's a decoy.

But before the guards can get out, you do the business.

All right, I'll see you.

I'm DI4.

You rang, remember?

This is WDC down to me. Come in.

Go through.

Thanks for being tactful.

Most people want to do everything for you. Except change places.

You're David's sister.

If only there was no mention of... Both love pity.

This happened to me five years ago. It's getting worse all the time. Look, I

don't mind him missing dinner, but I should have been at the clinic an hour

a half ago.

I don't understand. He never let me down.

If you'd have put him on something special, he'd have told me. Makes every

arrangement packed. Miss Power, he's on three days' leave.

Don't be bloody...

Stupid.

He's got ten days off in a month. We're going to Scotland.

I think we'd better go a bit slower.

Don't patronise.

All right.

This doesn't exist.

You're nobody special.

You're just the rather rude sister of a young cop who's about to be returned to

uniform.

PDC power was guilty of just one too many acts of individualism last night

er... He's on three days' leave.

Look, I'm here partly because of your panic on the phone and partly because

morning, once again, he failed to follow an instruction at ten o 'clock.

Why wasn't he with me at ten this morning? Have you got any idea?

Last night, was he mucking about, doing with Lenny Bruce?

No.

He was somewhere where he shouldn't have been.

Where?

Hampstead.

What?

Well, he did have a call.

It was after nine.

It made him elated. It takes a lot to do that. Down the office, we can't stop

him.

Dave's got one ambition, and that's to be a detective, and that's all.

And I love him.

You think it was a woman?

Well, when he's on the phone, if it's police work, he faces me.

Like he wants me to join in, to share it.

And this time he turned away?

Do you know what's happening?

No.

Look, have you got any idea what was said on that phone?

Er... He said... Any word about the club?

The lad has gone missing one half day.

And back there in that wide, wide flat is a sister with multiple sclerosis who

never smiled.

Nor would I. Right.

Nor would he leave her.

But what is work? I think that's what all this monkeying around is about.

Release from that room.

What, is your TDC?

Yes.

I've missed something.

Well, nobody above me is going to blame you. What about C -11?

There was nothing.

How can you be sure?

Remember, he tells us a load of fanny, right?

Were you with him all the time?

No.

But if I go back, I don't know what I'm looking for.

Cherchez la femme. Right. Now, if he doesn't show his head by six o 'clock,

tune that club up. Now, what about you?

Nightingale Mansion.

He made inquiries about car radios.

What's he up to now?

Can't be found.

Rightos, forget it. Anyone here with less than a grand in red is a peasant.

What did he ask for?

A resident, Mr Webster.

I told him he'd gone to Australia three weeks ago.

Anything else?

Well, I told your boy that the chauffeur comes round every now and again to

collect the mail. But that's all.

I took a look at Mr Webster's flat. It's as clean as a whistle. Nothing's been

moved. Can I look at it?

I'll guard the bay.

Right.

The winds are glad.

Give me Detective Inspector Croft.

Croft here.

You know Eric the Bold came up with a handle for the owner?

I think you can try the name Webster for size.

Only he's in Aussie land as well.

Must rush.

Right, the owner's name again is Webster. Now, before I ransack the

criminal records office, perhaps you could tell me everything you know about

name Webster.

Webster was much possessed by death. He saw the skull beneath the skin.

Webster Connor, Connor Webster.

His name is Mr Connors. Harry, you are a politician.

I just thought it might help Mr Croft winkle something out of the midgets.

People are doing too much without my permission.

Oh. Ah, good evening, Eric.

Customs and Excise will be popping in. Look at your spirit bottles.

Public Health to inspect the lavatories, sinks, kitchens. Now,

I've been discussing politics or the art of the possible with Harry there. Now,

is there any chance that maybe you know the name Webster?

Now, where have you been?

Why? Your visitor's book. It's rubbish.

We want you to come along. You can't help me out with a car, David. Yeah, the

one Mr.

Webster is in Adelaide. Are you in charge?

Mr. Conner's away and yeah, I'm in charge. Where's your display bar

Where's your gaming license?

I think we've got enough to be going on. I want to ring a brief.

At the nick you can.

Get a load, one call.

Something, something, anything.

Anything to stop that sister ringing me every five minutes yet? You think our

lady's name is probably Margaret Sloan. Kilburn, now.

You on to something? The boy is bright. He took your point.

I don't know. Power had seen a photograph, and I don't know, obviously

to keep the contents from us. He checked the CRO number, looked up the files in

the CRI.

It seems that our lady has been seen with two gentlemen, twice with James

Jimmy got out 20 years ago. And once with Malcolm Webster, who until a month

was living at Nightingale Mansions, where Power was last making inquiries.

Now, in Webster's file, there was this report of a damage -only car accident.

gives Webster's address, and that of his chauffeur, John Henry McGilvan.

Margaret Sloan declined an address, so we still don't know where she lives.

we do know that the chauffeur lives in Kilburn.

Mrs. Solomon, I need to know how much is missing.

Now you tell me that this is paste.

Inspector, I have an extremely wealthy international clientele. I work by word

of mouth.

That is a decoy. The van was a decoy.

My whole life is a decoy, but my overcoat is not. Please, Inspector, find

overcoat. Mr. Solomon deflates high -class goods at private venues. He has a

series of decoys, but he puts the real Tom in his coat and travels home

separately. To what value?

£1 ,370 ,000.

Not the insurance money. Mr. Solomon, the real value.

Retail?

£3 ,000 ,000.

They are rings and loose stones that can be hidden in a coat.

Rubbery squad meaningful?

Yes, they'll supply six, but it'll be our incident room. We'd better get on

it. Mr. Solomon, we've been talking to the security van driver.

Now, he thinks they knew the van was a decoy. He also has the feeling that he

was allowed to escape.

And that gave my assailants time to do their job on me. So what we're talking

about, Mr. Solomon, is information.

I want the address of every place you've used over the past 12 months, the name

of every client you've had during that period, also full details of your decoy

arrangements, yes?

Yes. If they knew about the coat.

Made for the job.

We'll need to know the name of the tailor.

He's a wonderful tailor. I met him during the war. But as a warrior...

Unknown. Can you get Mr. Solomon the car? Yes. Thank you very much.

Hey, is he cheap, Rick?

That chauffeur's dressed. Nobody in the place. Empty.

Neighbours reckon he was there yesterday. He lives alone.

You want a night job, Owen?

Okay, right.

Sir,

that file you want in Ogden. Yeah. It's gone from CRO. And there's something

else. Interpol have been asking for it. Why?

They've got an express message sent to all UK ports.

Ogden may be on a yacht. The Delmora may be heading for this country.

Come on, will these four men be suicide? All they know is Ogden's disappeared,

the yacht's gone, the message is something to do with terrorism.

Where's the general alert on tasty folk they want to watch? It's all very vague,

but... God, we'd better pedal out by. No, no, no, I'm not so sure.

Our joker, power turns up, all this begins to happen.

Jake, get back to Interpol.

Customs and exercise. See what you can find out about that boat and Ogden.

Right, sir.

It was thought.

There is our joker, by the way.

The Delmora's mortise and captain's dock. Touch and excise have been on for

normal check, and it's only in for 48 hours. Ogden on it?

Passengers, one male and Mr. Feddersen of La Rochelle and two ladies.

How old's this Feddersen bloke? They're going to phone back with complete

description. Sure. We've got to get a hold of the two geezers.

Good night.

Surprise, surprise.

The motor they left in the muse is not on the computer yet from Swansea.

Wouldn't be, would it? They'd ring it. I just got the police liaison officer out

of bed.

The vehicle's down to your friend Ogden.

No.

No, I don't believe it.

When I was aide to CID, my governor would have sold his old mum to get Jimmy

a box of matches, much less three million.

It's being stitched up, isn't it?

It's all too pat.

Do you want to come?

I'm still responsible for a PDP I can't find.

Right. Troops out, three cards, five minutes, yes?

Tell eight vision cutters, Nick. Right -o.

Mr. Patterson, customs.

What the hell are you doing back here, eh?

Don't believe it, do you, copper?

Well, tell me I look good?

What do you think, Inspector?

You're an old man.

Rich, maybe. You didn't need that.

Or is that just a taster?

With big enough stuff still to come, enough to winkle you off the continent,

And you are the registered owner of a vehicle SMW194S?

You believe that?

No.

No, I don't believe it.

But I'll use it.

You keep the car crap a mile away from me, will you? You asked me in about

recent possession.

Apparently from a robbery only five hours old.

I'll get a good brief, plead to receive in one ring, and do my bird like a good

little boy.

That is worth £210 ,000. Now, you're not going to get much change out of ten

years, are you? And at your age?

So to lessen the pain, I'm going to tell you about my wife.

Margaret Sloan.

When I was in this manor, I never had women inspectors.

Nice to see you.

Is she Mrs Ogden? More in a business sense now, though.

Doesn't show on your files.

I always found, Inspector, that in my line, it helps if nothing appears on

files. But a woman's lib. She runs the stuff here while you stay away.

We both agree she's gone too far this time.

Probably getting greedy.

Fitting me up.

And a terrible tasting car.

She's young.

Youngish. And you're old.

Sex? You get over it, copper.

As you must know.

But thieving off your own...

I sound forgivable.

So, what are you offering?

I can do four weeks' clothing, three years and an open neck. I'm a receiver.

Non -violent.

Home -loving man.

You can help him with that.

So what do you want?

The whereabouts of a young police officer.

Your wife offered him information.

She's not sleeping with the law as well.

Afraid for him, are you?

Yes.

She wouldn't do anything.

But the character Webber would.

Webster.

So, where can we collect your wife?

Hello?

Get down!

Get down!

Come on, grab it!

Get the cup!

All right!

With Margaret Sloane. Who? Margaret Ogden. Which one? The one you know.

Ah, piss off!

Are there other cases for one?

Who did you say again, love?

You heard.

They're all pissed off. Do you hear that?

Mr Connors.

I thought you were already in Australia.

Right, you bastard.

Where's my officer?

You heard that, Mr Webster?

What are you on about?

You see, normally, Eric...

The technique is to take you for questioning upstairs, so you get used to

sense of freedom. You know, not being in a cell, but obviously you like it down

here. You tire me.

Oh, come on. Manage as a drinker's a nightbird. Now, me, I'm tired.

I'm tired of missing out on things.

Here's you and me chatting about one -armed bandits while my colleagues

are zooming around arresting high flyers.

You don't believe me. Yeah, I was bored yesterday.

Farther unknown.

Now, you seek to mix up the name Connor and Webster, so let's try another one, a

neighbour of yours.

And I warn you, Eric, it's getting a wee bit heavier than public health

inspection. What?

Probably. What?

11 o 'clock last night.

I was in here, I guess.

Yeah, you never heard of conspiracy, huh?

Eric Ward, this is your life.

Seven years will be a prosecution witness.

You never give up, do you?

What for?

Fitting up Jimmy Ogden.

Or getting rid of a perfectly good police officer.

Jimmy Ogden?

Your neighbour.

I'll show you.

All I want from you is a detailed account of your movements over the last

weeks, minute by minute.

Do you hear me?

Now, where were you before you came into the Windsor Club last night, Eric?

Don't say nothing, Jimmy!

Don't say nothing!

All right, you stupid bastard! Stay back!

I said all right!

Try again.

Don't run away, Miss Sloan. Plenty of my colleagues around.

And don't go in there either.

Mr Webster's left it in a bit of a state.

Who?

May I have the key?

Down to the main road. Turn right, Squire.

All right. Let me suggest what happened.

If there's jewellery in there, you're part of a robbery.

If there's cash in there, then I suggest you really stitched your hubby up.

Left him with one ring to get caught with while you spend the early hours of

morning settling with another fence.

What is this money?

Mine, over the years.

Well, we'll have it counted, but how much would you say? I mean, what would

get for one and a third million? A quarter value.

Three hundred thousand?

This is my money.

Drawn where?

Accumulated.

I'm sorry, Margaret, it won't do.

Eric's been talking and your boyfriend has told us all about it.

I represent my husband's business interests in this country.

Bank statements... Now, what I can't work out is you managed to get your Arby

back here, you neatly stitched him up.

Why didn't you tell us he was in St Catherine's? I mean, that's what you

wasn't it? Us jumping over there to nail him? He was here for 48 hours.

Or were you busy doing something else?

With the copper?

My husband... He's downstairs.

Where were you, Mrs Ogden?

All day yesterday and this morning, up to an hour ago.

Where were you?

I don't want to phone anybody.

I've got nothing to hide.

What have you done with my brother?

I don't know your brother.

But you asked for him.

Is this the voice you heard on the phone?

Yes.

You know, you haven't got a cat in hell's chance of getting a jury to

voice evidence like that.

Even with her in a wheelchair and all the sympathy in the world.

She says that's the voice. You can prosecute without a body, yes, but

to have something to go with it.

Find the body and it might stick. Oh, Joker.