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Robust.

Full -bodied.

You might even say lusty, with a tantalising hint of a softer, seductive

quality. What are you all about?

You, mon amour, you.

Good God, it's half past eight.

She'll be here. Don't worry.

It's just that she comes from a good family and they move in this sort of

circles. Well, it's not considered polite to arrive on time. In which case,

you'll be too polite to complain about food that'll be burnt to a frazzle.

Whereabouts you meet this young lady, Steve?

Carran. I mean, Carran.

Well, a fellow's got to get lucky sometimes.

I think I'm going to need this.

And I'm in the right for being all virtuous.

Forbes residence?

Ah, terrific.

Yeah, yeah, she's here.

It's for you.

Who is he? Your governor. What does he want?

He wants to invite you out.

To a murder.

Call received this end at 20 hundred hours from Mr. Higgins.

She's being knocked about. She's told this Higgins during a struggle with her

husband. She's zapped him over the head with a bottle and thinks she may have

killed him.

Now, this Higgins has gone next door to see what he could do, but in his

opinion, the man was dead. That's when he phoned us.

I got Phillips off the double. He's just phoned back to confirm.

I need an investigating officer. There is a woman involved.

Slater's done a disappearing act.

I'm sorry, Maggie. Leaves you number one in the frame.

Address?

That's the intersection of Tennyson and Shelley.

Oh, it's corner.

There before you.

Seems fairly straightforward.

Life bachelor gets his comeuppance, but have a shifty round before you wither

in. If I get a chance, I'll join you over there. You want transport?

No, I'll borrow a broomstick.

I've, uh, got to go.

All right, then.

Oh, now I feel properly dressed without my truncheon.

I'll drive it. Hang about, Sergeant.

I'll drive it. No, no, no, no, no. It's going to be a long night. I don't want

you turning up at the scene of a murder inquiry.

I'll get my coat.

Seeing as you're driving.

Has anyone got any idea where D .I. Cleveland might be located?

What do you have to do to get a verbal response around you?

Yeah.

Okay.

Ah, good evening, Maggie, Jay. It's all right, come in. Dining room's this way.

Sound like a head -biter.

Oh, I'm okay.

What's on the menu?

Body through here. Can you... Shut up.

Where's Mr. Cameron? In there.

How is she?

Dr. Gabriel said it, but she's coherent.

Who's the doctor? Rennie.

Don't know him. He's gone. He's one of those, you know him, a bit finicky.

There's lots of glass. You will be careful. Right.

Check.

Thank you.

Bye, John.

Has the body been moved?

I understand the neighbour, Mr Higgins, turned the body over to Phil for a

pulse. He told her to try mouth to mouth. He decided the body was dead,

the doctor reached the same conclusion? He certified death.

Did he examine Mrs Campbell?

Yes, she's been beaten up quite badly. Also bruising around the throat as

someone had attempted to strangle her. Finger marks were quite livid. Did she

say anything?

Only that during the struggle, she struck her husband with a bottle.

How many times?

That's the perplexing thing. Are you perplexed? Well, that was the doctor's

turn, actually. You see, he pointed out that there was obviously more than one

blow. There had to be several blows, sufficient to shatter the skull and the

bottle. Then there's the position of the body, face down here, when the first

blow was allegedly struck here.

Then you've got the concentration of glass fragments in this area. And

what, in your opinion?

Well, there are only observations, but in my view, they combine to throw some

doubt on Mrs Campbell's story. I'm assuming that Mr Campbell was struck

over here. Isn't it possible that he stumbled, what, one, two, three paces

fell? Well, yeah.

And he does.

to the glass fragment, well, when the bottle shattered, the fetus would

naturally scatter, wouldn't they?

You're telling me I've been presumptuous. No, but I think I'd rather

the psychologist to report.

I don't have any conclusions.

Mrs Campbell's injuries, have they been photographed? While the doctor was

present. All right, well done. Now, I want negative that can be enlarged for

every glass fragment on this floor. Oh, John, do it now before the undertaken

men turn up and start jumping.

Yeah, I know.

I've got a home to go to as well.

Hmm, looks fantastic.

What is it? Game pie.

Oh. I'm tempted... I'm tempted to ask what an incredibly attractive girl like

you is doing with someone like him.

Oh.

I enjoy his company.

He stimulates me. Does that answer your question?

I think I must have mistook your person all this while.

Noreen, she's trying to wind me up.

Oh, I'm sorry. Steve, look at the table.

See what you mean about stimulating?

He certainly keeps you on your toes, doesn't he?

Yeah, John, that'll do fine.

Pete, when John and Sina Crimes are finished, I need all this broken china

collected. Right. And reassembled.

Reassembled? Yeah, I want to glue it back together again.

Well, that boy's a go spare.

It's a temporary foot. Oh, and remains of the bottle in a separate cardboard

box. No smudge print. Right.

Until I put it out, I'm going to have a word. Oh, is anyone else in the house? A

boy, the son.

How old?

Ten, eleven. He's upstairs.

Anyone with him?

WPC Evans.

You want to... Yes, I want him questioned. Options open, all right? You

Social workers in there.

Fraser? The same.

How'd she get here? Broomstick.

Must be catching.

Crystal Geyser? No, child on the premises, radioed in.

He's on the ball. Thank you.

Look, Miss Fraser with you, Jean Downey with me. Oh, thank you.

Oh, well, Miss Fraser's very fond of you.

That's what allows me.

Ah, Inspector.

Miss Fraser.

Mrs Elaine Campbell.

Detective Inspector Forbes.

Mrs. Campbell, I believe the doctor has treated you.

Superficially. Sorry? First aid, no more.

Apart from the bruising, Mrs. Campbell, did you defend any other injuries?

Sure.

Mrs. Campbell will need to be x -rayed. I suspect she had at least one cracked

rib. The doctor administered a sedative? He gave her an injection, yes.

Well, now, Mrs Campbell, naturally, there are a lot of questions to be

And it will be better if you could tell us what happened while the events are

still clear in your mind. Do you feel up to it? I suggest that you interrogate

Mrs. Campbell after she's been seen by an impartial medical practitioner and

after she's been allowed to sleep off the effects of the drug. And I suggest,

Miss Fraser, that you allow Mrs. Campbell to answer for herself. Now, I'm

interrogating. I'm conducting an inquiry. If Mrs. Campbell wishes and

remain silent, it is her prerogative. But I'd rather she reach that decision

unprompted by you. In the absence of a lawyer, I... Mrs. Campbell has not been

charged as yet.

I stand corrected.

Now, Mrs Campbell.

I've got nothing to hide.

I have to caution you.

I think that's my cue to withdraw.

I take it you're here to deal with the Sandler boys? That is my principal task,

yes. Have any relatives, close friends?

Unfortunately, no. Mr Campbell was an orphan. Mrs Campbell's only surviving

relatives are elderly and in poor health.

Yes, well, Sergeant Barrett's waiting to question the boy. I'd be grateful if

you'd accompany him. My presence without a parent or guardian is required by

law. I'm well aware of that, Miss Fraser, and Sergeant Barrett's knowledge

the law is well established. I will not tolerate police bully tactics,

Inspector.

He asked Sergeant Barrett to leave his thumbscrews downstairs.

Miss Fraser.

How are you feeling?

Do you want something? A cup of tea?

Oh, yeah, I'd like that. Some tea.

Pete? Right if I make a pot?

Yeah, sure.

Hello, Jean.

Miss Fraser, Welfare, WPC Evans.

DI4, which requires a female presence downstairs.

Hello.

What's your name?

His name's Duncan.

Duncan? Well, Duncan Campbell?

Can't get more Scottish than that, can you?

But your middle name's Amish.

Ian?

Alistair?

Jockstrap?

No?

With a name like Campbell, you're bound to end up in the soup.

Do you mind if I perch?

Been to wars, have you?

I've just been working with a Scotsman.

Name of Croft. He is a funny thing.

He told me you lot put salt in your porridge.

Wasn't a bleeped out, was I?

No, it's true. He was fond of his oats.

Cut that, did you?

What on?

A piece of glass.

Recently?

Are you a policeman?

That's right.

You've come to take my dad away.

So?

So that's what all this was laid on for, wasn't it?

Get the family round the table, discuss the pros and cons. I think it sounds

like the student union and the next item on the agenda.

It has to be discussed.

Why?

I think it's called common courtesy.

Oh, my sacred aunt.

I beg your pardon?

Look, um, I have a family, and I'm sure they're just as concerned about me as

you all appear to be about Steve.

But when I informed them that I was leaving home, they agreed quite readily.

You see, they recognise the need.

The need for what, may I ask?

To cut the apron strings, leave the nest, stand on my own two feet.

Your family helped support you?

Financially, yes.

So you're not exactly independent, are you? No, not entirely.

But I'm learning.

What do you think?

Your life?

He was going to do me in, I know he was.

You could see it in his face, he wanted to throttle me. That's when you struck

him? I just grabbed the nearest thing to hand.

The vodka bottle?

I'd have used anything.

The bottle was on the sideboard?

I remember his face all twisted.

And his eyes.

It was awful.

He actually had his hand at your throat when you struck him.

Yeah, he must have done.

It was all going red.

I could feel my eyes bulging. I couldn't breathe.

He only used one hand?

I don't know. I think so. And you reached behind him for the bottle?

Yeah, I must have done, yeah.

How many times did you strike your husband, Mrs Campbell? Can you remember?

Oh, no.

Not really, no.

But it was several times.

I don't know. It's all blurred.

When did you stop hitting him? Can you remember that?

No, not clearly, no. Was it when the bottle broke?

Must have been.

Did you examine your husband after he fell?

No, I just rushed straight out the house.

To Mr Higgins? Yeah. Why Mr Higgins? Is he a friend?

No, but he's got a telephone.

What's going to happen to me?

We'll get you to a hospital.

After that?

You'll be asked to make a formal statement.

You'll lay charges against me? Yes.

And put me away? You'll be reminded we'll arrange legal aid.

Oh, God!

Yes, well, no doubt your lawyer will make application for bail.

Bail? There'll be a trial, I'll get convicted.

The law is not inhuman, Mrs Campbell.

It's quite obviously self -defending, whatever chance of an acquittal. I can't

believe this is happening to me.

I can't. It's like a nightmare. I can't believe it.

There.

A cup of cheers.

Sorry.

My dad's not a bad man.

Isn't he?

Not really.

What time did you come to bed?

Half past six.

And what time does your dad get home?

Do you know?

At seven.

He always comes home at seven.

Unless he's in prison.

Oh, I think we've abandoned him.

Do I need anything? Just some personal toilet gear. And some clean underwear.

Yes, that'll help you sort out a few things.

Did you get dragged away from a party?

Uh, our family get -together.

You look ever so nice.

Thank you.

My dad doesn't like going to prison.

He hates it.

Has he been to prison a lot of times, huh?

Yes. Why was that?

I think he steals things.

Oh.

Did your father and mother have a lot of rows?

Do you have my father, yes.

Do you ever hit your mother?

Sometimes. Do you know why?

I don't think he liked my mum very much.

Did he ever hit you?

Sometimes.

When you'd been naughty?

Sometimes.

Did he ever hit you when you hadn't been naughty?

Why was that?

I don't think he liked me very much.

What would he do?

He takes his belt off to me.

Do that often?

When was the last time?

Tonight.

Can I see where he hid you?

I have to insist, Duncan.

I want the lady to see it.

You won't tell, will you? You won't tell.

No.

I won't tell.

His family.

They're on your visiting list?

Yes. Yes, they are.

You do a great job.

That is both unjust and unnecessary, Sergeant.

Yeah.

So is that.

Where's Maggie?

Upstairs, bedroom.

Just keeping an eye on Mrs Campbell.

It's a funny atmosphere in this house, isn't it?

Funny?

There's nothing funny about that sadistic bastard.

He deserved everything he got.

She mentioned a boy.

The state he's in.

What do you want, Beth?

Go take a look.

Your son has been beaten bloody, Mrs Campbell, but you don't say a word.

Why's that?

I didn't like to.

Oh, no, thanks, Wynne. No, honestly.

You didn't touch the game pie I left for you. I didn't really feel like it.

You attend the post -mortem?

Tea or coffee?

Oh, tea, yeah.

Look, don't bother. It's all right. Stay where you are. You look all in. It's a

long night.

Oh.

Toast?

No, thanks, Dad.

No, thanks.

So, uh, how'd the dinner go?

Fine.

Once more, we're feeling.

Well, seeing as the whole object was for you to meet Karen, get to know her.

Without you, it was a bit like, uh... What?

Oh, a bit like Tarzan without Jane.

You lost me.

Yeah, I could have lost him happily, too.

Who?

Tarzan Turnbull.

Dumped in his chest and swinging from the light bulb.

Do you know, if we'd have had a fish tank, he would have dived into it for

effect. Mike?

Oh, Steve.

He was shivvying them along a bit, that's all.

He made me look a real Charlie.

Didn't need a lot of help, though, did he? Oh, thank you.

You're jealous.

Do you know, it's a fat lot of support you get round here.

Excuse me.

Is he serious?

It's adolescence, dear.

Their blood gets overheated and it affects their glands.

He thinks he's in love. Absolute rubbish.

He needs a cold bath.

I don't know why I bother cooking for you. Sorry, we are just not very hungry.

What's she like, then?

Karen? She's a nice girl.

Bright as a button.

Good -looking, too.

I thought she might have been a bit horsey -like. You know, coming from

She's intelligent, articulate, very progressive, and full of self

with a very bright future ahead of her, I shouldn't wonder.

Mean what?

Meaning, I suspect she'll have him, but she'll not keep him long.

She's very spirited, and she'll take advantage of any man who lacks

The experience of knowing when to give a loose rein or when to check her in.

I can understand Steve being attracted to her, but I fancy she'll throw him the

moment she has a mind to.

What do I do, then? Give him my blessing?

Yeah, let him find out the hard way. Let him suffer a few knocks.

Fine. Making him choose between you and her. I'll only confuse him more than he

is already.

He'll have to simmer for a bit.

I'm not up for solving domestic problems, not now.

Oh, I've got too much on my plate.

Keep thinking about that kid.

Stop brooding about it.

It's over. Done. The man's dead.

The pastor brought him, yeah?

Oh, Campbell? Yeah.

No? Why? You were there when they opened him up. No doubt about cause of death,

was there? Oh, none.

A compound fracture of the cranium resulting in severe damage to the brain

cortex... He had his head bashed in. The report will only contain a lot more of

that sort of jar. Then what's your problem?

When a layman's turns, he was struck several times from above and behind.

So? He was allegedly strangling Mrs Campbell at the time.

You mean you've got doubts?

I don't think it's possible.

All right, sit.

How tall was this Campbell?

That's a bit early. Twist my arm.

5 '11"? 5 '11". She was a bit shorter, right?

You're tempting to strangle me.

Means, motive, finally the opportunity.

Right, Ann? Right.

All right, all right. If you're going to be clever, come closer.

How close?

That's close enough.

How's that?

Looks awkward.

Feels unnatural.

Well, I don't know.

I think you'd better have another word with Mrs. Campbell. Right.

Well, soon as you had it out.

Morning. Morning.

I hear you had a busy night.

How are you?

I was out nicking villains, me dear.

What's this woman like, this man -killer?

Why do you want to know?

One of the lads tells me that underneath, underneath the bruises, that

really rather tasty.

Who said that?

Who told you that? Who was it that told you that? Steady on, ma 'am. It's known

as taking an interest in the opposite sex.

Not a capital offence, is it? Mrs. Campbell was undergoing a medical

examination. She was not taking part in a live peep show.

I don't know what you're getting over. We are talking about a woman who was

beaten viciously by a man.

You should get abreast of the times, me dear.

Study some of the reports.

Some women get to like it.

Glare all you like. It's a fact.

What you lot call foreplay.

Slap and tickle with the emphasis on the slap.

They end up craving for it.

You see, it arouses some primeval urge to be dominated.

Good morning, Gov. Good, Jack. Mum's in one of her moods. It's a long night.

Yes, I understand.

Um, I thought I'd go busy myself.

I want to give Chalker a pull.

Yeah, something specific, but I've had a whisper.

I want to give him a shake, see what drops off.

OK, sure.

Oh, by the way, Jack, you've got the Elphick file?

Elphick? Who's he?

He's on Remar, Brixton.

Robbery with violence.

Why would I have it?

Only asking. It's gone missing. It's coming off the trial. We're going to

it.

Search me.

Sorry, a little tunnel.

Oh, Mr Higgins.

Good morning. This is CID, 7 Downs.

Yes, well, apart from thanking you for going to be sitting to Mrs Campbell last

night, I wondered, would it be convenient for you to call in?

Yes, that's right. Well, we would need a statement.

Is that possible?

Thank you very much, Mr Higgins.

Bye -bye.

Jake?

He's downstairs, Mrs Campbell.

Are you busy?

Well, I've got the neighbour, Mr Akins, coming in.

Making us meet to deal with him.

CRO report on Campbell. Path report.

Carson, I'll be downstairs.

Interesting? Very.

He got home at seven. I could see the mood he was in. He started on me as soon

as he got in the door.

Do you mean physically he started to hit you?

No, it was all verbal to begin with. Then he got violent?

Eventually, yeah.

Seven o 'clock was his usual time?

Yeah. He never buried?

No. See, he finished work at 5 .30 and then he'd cycle back.

Where from?

He was a capstan lathe operator at Froggatt's, the engineering work.

Was he only home, took him an hour and a half?

No, he stopped off for a drink. Any particular pub?

Yeah, the Red Line, it's about... Was your husband a heavy drinker, Mrs

Campbell?

Never been into a pub with him. But there was always drink in the house?

There was a bottle in the house, yeah.

Vodka? Or whiskey.

Was it a vodka bottle you reached for last night?

Yes.

Had he been drinking out of that bottle?

Some out of it, yeah. Last night, haven't you been drinking vodka out of

bottle last night? How much can you remember?

No, not really.

Mrs Campbell, I know this is difficult for you, but we really must have a more

explicit account of what took place last night.

I've told you all I know. No, I don't think you have.

What do you want? I want you to sit here and I want you to try to recall as many

details as you can. I want you to get a much clearer picture in your mind. Do

you think you can do that? Oh, I've tried.

You must have the facts, Mrs. Gamble. But I've told you everything.

Think about it.

Now, do you like some coffee? No.

You sure? Yes, I'm sure. I don't want any bloody coffee, I'm sure.

Any show?

Not yet. Let them go.

Yeah.

All right, leave a message. Join us in the office.

Mr. Akins turns up. Give us a nod, will you? Okay.

She's lying.

About what?

She claims her husband had been drinking. Path report contradicts that

Blood alcohol level 83 milligrams over 100 milliliters. Urine test 108 mg.

That's equivalent to what, a pint of lager?

About that. Stomach contents. Last meal ingested approximately two hours before

death. Undigested particles of bread, cheese and onions. Yeah, which proves

what?

There were dinner plates on that table, used. Bits and pieces on the carpet.

Something like stew, Lancaster hot pot.

So she and the boy have had an evening meal together.

Easily checked. Where's Duncan now?

St Thomas'. All right, get on to the ward sister.

Ask her to have a word with the boy. Want to know what he had for supper last

night and when.

Then get on to Abbott, see if he lifted any prints off that bottle.

You know what I'm thinking. I know what you're thinking, Cub.

Violence runs in families, like father, like son.

But you're wrong.

Not packing.

Not an idea.

Mrs. Campbell, there's still quite a few details that are not quite clear in my

mind. Now, what we'd like to do to help us and to help you is to stage a

reconstruction. Would you be agreeable to that?

Reconstruction? If you could show us exactly what happened.

You mean physically? And could help clear out some of the discrepancies. How

your ribs? Oh, they're still very painful. The doctors looked at the x

There's nothing fractured, but they are badly bruised.

Where would this reconstruction take place? Well, we could do it here, in

room.

Naturally, we'd only ask you to walk through, just to go through the motions.

Is there a catch?

You looking to catch me out? Well, there's nothing underhand, if that's

you're thinking.

We have to assume that everything you've told us to date is the truth as you

remember it. Now, a reconstruction demonstrated by you could only help lend

support to your account.

She happy?

Let's see how she copes on the night.

No such thing as a mundane question of murder inquiry, sister.

Yeah, thank you. You've been a great help.

Is it?

Thank you and goodbye.

Well? Added supper at six.

Fish fingers.

What does red play about, then? Red's due on the plates and carpets confirmed.

As what?

Beef stew. I wanted you writing. What for? A recipe book.

Ah, the prodigal sergeant. I thought more like the galloping bloody gourmet.

Look, what am I supposed to do with these?

Jake, organise a team, get them over to Campbell's workplace, engineering firm,

Froggatt's. Want statements from Foreman Chartrand, anyone who knew him, either

at work or socially.

Now, somewhere between Byron Road and Froggatt's is a pub, Red Lion.

Get someone to have a word with the public, and you know what we're after.

all down habits. But I would like the team back here relatively sober. Oh, I

see. Just warn them. Do you contact Abbott? He's waiting for him.

Right. Speak to him? Not yet.

Could prove interesting.

If he hasn't found Mrs. Campbell's prints on that bottle, what then? Then

start looking for a third person.

What's that about it?

Is that right, Pete?

It's the best I can do.

Now, you know what a tolerant sort of bloke I am?

Doesn't mean to tell you it only requires one of you to interview the

of the Red Lion.

But have a bevy by all means.

And if you get back here woozy -woozy, I'll have you breathalyzed and run you

in. You got it?

Yes, sir.

There you go.

Mr. Akins?

Thanks, George.

I'm sorry I'm late.

What, my widower?

I've got this gummy leg.

Oh, that's all right, Mr. Akins.

I have difficulty with me trouser legs.

Um, take a seat, sir.

Are you going to be handling my particulars, then? That's right.

Well, it was a young lady I dealt with on the phone.

I'm afraid she's not in the office at the moment, sir. Sorry about that.

I had the bath and everything.

No, it wasn't there. Where, then?

Uh, that's where the pool... Yeah.

I think that's where it was originally.

Good. Um, chairs?

I got moved around, yeah.

Right, so long as you're happy, okay? Now, it's seven o 'clock and your

comes through the door. Mr. Abbott has agreed to be your husband, all right,

bud? Now, where were you at this moment, Mrs. Campbell?

Um, well, I think I was sat down. Where?

Uh, well, I think it must have been at the table.

Right, your son, Duncan, is upstairs in bed and you've just eaten, correct?

That is correct, yeah. Your husband comes home. What's the first thing he

He goes for me. Is that when the wrath starts? Yeah. Well, how do you react to

this? Well, do you stand up? Yes. Why?

Well, I was scared. Why were you scared this time? You've had a rash before,

haven't you?

Well, I could see the mood he'd been in. He was drinking.

Never could tell how it would take him. I mean... Oh, one time he'd be

amicable.

What do you mean, sexual?

He'd want to make love, yeah.

He'd make a barter, sexually.

Didn't matter whether you felt like it or not.

Wasn't wise to say no.

And then, you know, another time, he'd treat me like he couldn't stand the

of me.

He'd fly into a rage for no reason at all.

Take his paddy out on me or the kid.

It was like he was two different people.

That's the first thing he did verbally? Yes. What did he do physically?

He heads for the sideboard. Did you get a drink? Yes.

Glasses are in the sideboard.

What was the argument about? Can you remember, Mrs Campbell?

It was going on about me and Duncan.

About how sick and tired he was of us.

How we were constantly dragging him down.

What do you mean by that?

Oh, like a millstone round his neck.

Called me a useless bitch.

Except his language was riper than that.

And, uh... And then he said he was going to go up dead and thought out the kid.

Why? What had Duncan done? Oh, nothing.

Didn't need an excuse.

He, uh, he just said he was going to work up an appetite.

You trying to stop him?

Yes.

I went upstairs after him.

And I tried to grab hold of his belt, but he'd give me a backhander and knock

down the stairs.

And that's when I did this.

When the mood took him, he was the right animal.

I don't know how she put up with him, evil little bastard.

Yeah, I've seen the boy.

According to our gum, he was mild -mannered. Mild -mannered? Oh, never.

Who are we talking about?

Campbell. Ronald Campbell. Well, Ron Campbell's dead.

Now, I want you to try and remember exactly what happened.

Now, he's throttling you and you're beginning to lose consciousness. You

behind you for the bottle and you swing it.

Now, stay where you are, Mrs Campbell.

I want to put a theory to the test. Pick up.

Mr Campbell, how tall is your son?

How tall? I don't know. Well, come on, you must have some idea. I mean, is he

this high? More? Less?

I'm... Call it four foot six feet up in the chair.

Now you're going to have to lose some height, yeah?

Let's go.

Right, now swing the bottle.

That's more like it, yeah?

You see, Mr Campbell, all the forensic evidence points to the blows being

delivered from above.

And behind.

Is that what happened, Mrs. Campbell?

What are you saying?

I'm suggesting that it was your son that wielded that bottle, standing on a

chair like that.

All right, Pete, you can get down. But, well, would you like to revise your

account now, Mrs. Campbell?

Oh, no.

Mrs. Campbell. Gee.

Oh, no.

I wasn't describing Ron Campbell.

No. Ron might have spent a lot of time inside, but he's no villain.

More of a victim. I mean, he's been in and out of institutions, borstel, jails,

all his life.

They often thought it was as if, well, when things got too much for him on the

outside, he'd do something deliberate like get himself put away.

I wasn't talking about Ron.

I was talking about the other one, the paramour.

The paramour?

Len, Leonard, the lover boy.

Mrs. Campbell. Leonard, he called her.

Well, she's been having a thing with him for years.

Regular manager, toi.

Surname? Oh, Price.

Workplace? Leave off.

We know where he lives.

Well, look, son, I've a thought. I'm looking on 70. I can't afford to get too

deeply involved.

It's all right if you're young and fit, but how am I supposed to protect myself

if he wants to come after me, eh? Look, he won't unless you tell him.

I do understand, so don't worry. We'll get him.

We've got ways and means.

The address?

Maysfield Road, number nine.

Eight minute.

Look, Mum.

I'm sorry about this morning. I was spitting a bit, you know. A bit out of

sorts, me too.

All forgiven? No, nothing to forgive.

Well, all forgotten then? Oh, I didn't say that.

Don't you ever come off beauty?

You know, sometimes I ask myself the same question.

Would you like something?

No, nothing, thank you.

Sorry, well, I'm a bit tired.

I'm having a drink. Care to join me?

Yes, yes, why not?

You're worried about Steve.

Worried, no.

Concerned, yes.

About his future?

About what he sees in his future.

Have you thought about yours?

Or mine?

Now, that probably sounds a bit unfair, but, well, you know me. I'd rather

things were brought out into the open and given an airing than left to

No offence.

Oh, no, you're right. I didn't think. I'm sorry.

Don't apologise, love. I'm the one in the wrong.

Wrong? I don't understand.

Well, apart from a general misconception as to how you lived, conducted your

life, I had no idea the sort of demands your job made on you.

I played guilty. I was ignorant of the facts.

Anyway, what I'm getting around to saying is, I think you'd be better off

your own.

Without me, that is.

So I've decided to go back to Herne Bay.

No, don't say anything. Just hear me out.

I can't abide sentimentality.

It's a sign your brain's softening.

I just think it's time you were mistress in your own... No, I shouldn't have put

it like that, should I?

But you know what I mean.

The last thing you need is some old dragon like me running your home.

I suppose I'm just naturally bossy.

Anyway, I've made up my mind.

What about Dad?

Oh, I'm not speaking for George. He's old enough to make his own mind up.

But you have discussed it with him.

He does look to me for guidance on occasions.

This has got to name him. I think he's ready for the final push.

God? Not now, Jack.

I apologise for putting you through that ordeal yesterday, but you've had time

to think and you must realise that it was necessary.

You see, Mrs Campbell, your account of what happened conflicts with just about

every piece of evidence that we've gathered.

Now, we have the injuries to the head, the death wound, both the angle of

attack...

And the remnants of glass and the position of the glass fragments on the

helped to convince us that you could not possibly have delivered those blows.

So who did?

Now, forensic evidence has established that while you prepared and served a

for two people, neither your husband, on your own evidence, nor your son ate

that particular meal. So who did?

We have your husband's prison records.

Psychiatrists report sworn statements from workmates and colleagues, all of

describing a rather shy person with dormant dreamer, a bit fey, no record of

violence and non -drinker.

You said that your husband came home drunk and went upstairs and beat for his

son, Duncan, correct?

That's not possible, is it, Mrs. Campbell?

Now, when your husband's body was taken away and examined, he was found to be

wearing a lightweight belt that could not possibly have caused the lacerations

on your son's back.

They were made by the buckle of a much heavier belt. Now, who was wearing that

belt when you tried to grab hold of it and were thrown down the stairs? Are you

prepared to name the person responsible, Mrs. Campbell?

I must impress upon you, Mrs. Campbell, that you could be facing some very

serious charges.

We know that you're shielding a man. Now, when that man is caught, and he

be, you have my word for it, that he will be facing a charge of murder, and

will be standing in that dock alongside him as an accessory.

Now, you can no longer plead self -defense, but you can begin to defend

by telling me the truth.

You mean you've changed?

Ah, well, you didn't know me when I was in Edinburgh, did you?

No.

I've had to come to terms, adapt, and not only physically.

I missed London until I got back, and then I found that the London that I'd

missed... Hadn't been there for a long time.

It had been changing, and I hadn't noticed it.

Or else I was too polite.

You saying you want to go back?

I'm saying I can't wait.

Now, what am I?

A cripple, banged up in a battersea flat.

I'm not even capable of getting outside without help.

And if I was, I'd be petrified. Oh, come on.

No, I mean it.

I'll tell you something.

I haven't been out to collect my old age pension since I've been up here.

And what are you, a policeman, going to say to me, an OAP?

That the streets of London are safe?

That I'm an old dodderer who's heard so much and read so much about violent

crime that I'm prepared to believe that it's a nightmare world for old people

out there and it's not true?

That I'm imagining it?

No.

When is my shepherd?

I shan't go sure.

She'll look after me.

Oh, she'll boss me about a bit, of course, but I can live with that.

You may think of it as the Costa Geriatrica.

You're entitled.

Me?

I think of it as home.

And I can't wait to get back.

She named him.

What are you waiting for?

I've got a feeling he might try resisting arrest.

Jake, want him back here in one piece.

Well, naturally.

You want to go along?

No. No, thanks.

Slag Campbell, officer. He's been carried out.

Won't forgive myself for that. Shall we go?

Miss Fraser?

Sergeant?

Why didn't you tell me Dad was dead?

Didn't like to.

I can't get the images out of my mind of a woman being thrown downstairs and

lying there while her ten -year -old son is beaten like a dog.

Then putting food in front of the man who did it. And then she calls her

The husband, a mild man of man who comes home and dares to raise his voice in

protest. The lover takes the bottle and staves his head in.

And then beats the woman until she agrees to take the blame.

Elaine Campbell, me.

Name. Sex.

Mother.

Be empathy.

Maggie? Yes?

Do you know that man?

Yes. Who is it?

That's my father.

Resist, you bastard.

Resist.

You all right, guv?

Something in me eye.

Man up, Price.

He demanded to see you, guv. What for? I want to make a complaint.

He wants to make a complaint. Against who? Him.

Bastard. Why?

He claims he was done over.

What, he? He claims he's sustained three broken ribs.

How? Heavy tackle.

Bastard! Well, let's have a look at your mitt.

It's all right. You see anything?

We're going a fair lick. I said, do you see anything?

No. Was he out of order? No. Did he come quietly?

No. All right, then. Call a doctor.

Hang him up. Number four. Oh, number four had a bunch of winos in it. Not

sanitary. They haven't got round to mopping up the floor yet.

They will. In time. Go on. Wheel him up.

Jake.

Seem to recall that in your boxing days you always saved the left for the

knockout. Have the doctor take a look at it.

And we've got him.

Like you'd follow through, yeah?

Will do.

And thank you.

Any complaint?

No.

Can you operate one of these?

No.

All complaints?

Must be in writing.

What's going to happen to him?

He'll be taken into care.

Is that it?

Is that his future?

It's really not as grim as you make it out to be, Sergeant. We place hundreds

children in care successfully.

They survive.

The majority grow up to become decent law -abiding adults.

Any chance of him being fostered?

We'll have to await the outcome of the trial before we can even think of post

-appearance. Is Price Duncan's father?

Oh, very definitely.

The husband, Campbell, was serving a two -year prison sentence during which time

Duncan was conceived and born. So when Duncan was telling me that his dad

a bad man, but his father didn't like him, you understood?

Yes. You might have told me.

I would have, given the opportunity.

That old chestnut. Sorry?

Forget it.

Leonard Pryde.

Who wanted to know?

Detective Inspector Forbes.

Can I ask for your credentials?

I understood you were in pain.

I am.

See, in a massacre, there's no skin off my nose.

Hang about.

Wait a minute.

Are you threatening me?

If you don't want to talk, you can go back to your cell.

Look, I don't know what I'm doing here. Is that a question or a statement?

Are you in charge of this case? I think it would be wise to make a statement.

She's trying to implicate me. I think it would be wise to make a statement

regarding... I was there, all right? I was there. So what?

According to Mrs Campbell... I was there.

Are you listening? I'm telling you, I was there.

She got hysterical. She hit him. He went down.

Bump.

What's she trying to say?

That I'd done it?

Eh? Is that what she's saying?

In a word.

She's lying.

In her teeth.

No one's sticking this on me. No one.

I don't care what she said. It's all bollocks. If you want an alternative

you look elsewhere.

Leave me out. I want nothing to do with it. And where's my brief?

What is now? Oh, wouldn't you like to know? You will be charged with a

Ah, you're out of your mind. ...and will have evidence.

Ah, go pork yourself!

Why are you doing this to me?

You know I'm innocent.

I mean, what do you think you were on?

Dragging me off the street, putting the boot in? That'll look good in the press,

won't it?

He came home drunk. He started laying into her. She picks up a bottle and

him. Now, she must have told you that. Oh, she did? Well... Well, we didn't

believe her. Are you calling me a liar?

Don't think you're well, Mr Pryor. The doctor's on his way.

What did she say, then?

All right, let's have your story.

Where's your evidence?

We found Mrs.

Campbell's fingerprints on this, but then we were meant to, weren't we?

Now, we believe that you wiped this clean, then you handed it to Mrs.

like this, leaving one perfect fingerprint inside the

bottle.

Now, where's your evidence?

The remains of the original bottle are in safekeeping.

Get an ambulance.

We're just off. I want to say goodbye.

Thank you, Miss Fraser, for all your cooperation.

Not at all. One does what one can.

Not always easy, but we do try. We do our best in certain things.

And while you're doing your best in the circumstances, is it anyone's fault to

ask Duncan what he wants to do? Mrs Forbes, please.

What is it you want to do, Duncan?

I want to do what everyone does.

What's that?

I want to go home.

You've got to be very grown up now.

Come along.

Please, Inspector, don't make things more difficult than they are.

Sometimes I think... Don't say it.