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Oh, um, the name Scott, Mr and Mrs Scott, do you remember?

Oh, yes, of course.

Come in.

OK.

You've brought the money?

Oh, we have, yes. Not now, later.

This way.

You feeling any better today?

No, still the arm and the shoulder.

Can't move them.

Been that way for years. You can't do anything about it.

No. Or else I can't be bothered to try.

Don't worry.

Mr Armour will soon make you well.

It's been quite a pleasant day today, hasn't it?

Yes.

The wind seems to have dropped.

Well, if you wouldn't mind waiting in there for a moment. Not at all.

I'll just go and tell my husband that you're here.

Fine.

The money. You made a copy of the serial numbers?

Yes.

Jake.

Flowers? Yes, sir. Stolen. The third complaint this week. This time it's the

florists. Must have broken in late last night. And only flowers were nicked.

There was £15 in the petty cash float, but they left that.

That's amazing.

Yes, sir. And they left all the expensive pot plants.

Just took the everyday blooms, like these.

Watch it!

Yeah, well, these were the only few left.

Just took the lots.

Dahlia's, Gladio, lifestyle... Well...

I must say, it's a pleasure to see you both again.

Thank you.

So, how are things?

No better.

No better, eh?

Now, that's a shame.

Shall we take your jacket off, Mr Scott?

Right.

Thank you.

And your shirt, please.

Before we start... Oh, yes.

The money.

Oh. Please.

Excuse me.

£250, wasn't it? Yes.

Half an hour and the rest when he comes back for a check -up. That's right, yes.

I thought so.

Oh, well, could I have a receipt for that, please?

A receipt? Please.

I'm sorry, but we don't provide receipts.

But my husband's coming here to be cured.

He's come here to be helped. Yes.

And you're charging his money for that. I'm sorry, but Mr Armour doesn't charge

for his services.

Well, then what's that?

A donation.

If you remember, I suggested that you might like to donate something in return

for my help.

Oh, yes, yes.

All right, then. Let's have a look at you, Mr. Scott.

Theodore Armour. Yes.

You mean that's his real name? Apparently.

250 pounds.

He calls it a donation.

And he suggested to you, did he, that this exact amount should be donated?

Oh, yes.

In return for medical help? That's right.

Is this man qualified to practice medicine? No.

Well, has he ever been? There's no record of it.

And did he represent himself to you as someone who was registered as a medical

practitioner? No.

Well, what about to other people? No, he just told them exactly the same as Jake

and myself, that he can cure most illnesses.

By faith? Yes. No medicines, no pills? Nothing like that.

Just faith.

You say all of this is going on at the back of a shop? Yes.

What sort of shop? Theatrical costumiers, carnival novelties, creepy.

Is it some sort of front?

Well, it seems genuine enough.

All right, tell me about your complainant.

Yes, well, over the last seven months, she's paid him, er, sorry, donated

something in the region of £900 for his version of medical help.

And she's still unwell, I take it?

Well, no, strangely enough, she reckons that he's cured her.

Well, I mean, she was still all right the last time we spoke to her, and that

was, what, ten days ago?

Why's she bringing a complaint?

Her nephew talked her into it.

Not a good witness.

No.

All right, he's taken money off you. Pull him in, see what he's got to say.

Well, the treatment hasn't quite finished yet.

Jake's got to go back for a check -up. We'll know what to do then.

You've worked out a charge.

Well, no, not exactly. It could be tricky. I thought the medical act might

it. Willfully and falsely pretending to be a physician. Something like that.

No? You said yourself he didn't do that.

Well, there must be something.

Fraud? False pretenses?

What about criminal deception?

A bit tenuous.

Well, I'll think of something.

I must.

My mum always believed in them, you know.

In who?

Faith Healers.

What, did she ever pay them any money?

Oh, I don't know.

Well, was she ever cured by them?

I don't know that either.

She used to, uh, she used to collect herbs and things, remedies.

Well, I know, I was never sick as a child.

Which has nothing whatsoever to do with it.

No, I know.

Well, if you have trouble with the medical act, try, uh, vagrancy frauds

uh, fraudulent mediums, I guess. There should be more room to maneuver there.

Anyway, get on to the solicitor's branch. Yeah. They should have something

cover it, yeah? Right.

Oh! A thought.

Inland Revenue might just be interested in your Mr. Armour.

Oh, I can't see them helping us. No, but the object of the excise is to put a

stop to his racket, right?

Right. Right. We're talking about large sums of money, cash in hand. Can't see

Armour declaring it, can you?

Turnstile House might just be interested.

Right, I'll give him a ring in the morning.

Oh, yes, and, uh... What?

I shall cut to him. Eh?

Well, Armour and his wife can convince him of performing a service and service

is subject to VAT.

Sneaky.

All set to impress someone?

Oh,

they're evidence.

I see.

Is something wrong with your arm?

No, only for having to keep it still.

It's rheumatoid arthritis.

What? Not a primary version. More everyday, common one.

Well, that's what you've got.

That's what I was pretending to have.

Oh, yeah.

Who would want to deal flowers?

I don't know. Do I?

I mean, I've had three separate complaints in the last four days.

Have you?

A street trader. Only walked 20 yards to buy a paper. When he got back, half his

stall had been cleared. Of course, nobody saw him. Shame.

Then a war memorial.

Stripped bare. Mostly red roses.

And now this.

Florist shop in Union Street.

I've always reckoned if you go around pretending to have some kind of illness,

you'll end up getting it. I'm never ill.

It's just like when you phone up at work and say you've got flu just because you

want a few days off. You can jinx yourself.

You can lumber yourself with a real dose of flu.

I've just said, I'm never ill.

The idea, Phillips.

Um, where's this?

Yeah, yeah, I know the building.

It's window box displays have been a landmark for years. People go out of

way to look at them.

Yeah, I know. Look, um, how many flowers were taken?

The whole lot.

All right, all right. Look, tell the commissioner I'll meet him there.

Um, well, let's say 20 minutes.

Okay, bye -bye.

So, what exactly did he do to your arm?

Do to it?

What did he do?

Press it? Squeeze it?

Thump it? What?

Just did that?

Just that?

Yeah. 250 quid worth.

I'd have bust him there and then if it hadn't been for Inspector Forbes.

She wants to wait.

Yeah. I mean, it's all right for me.

Never had a day's illness in me life.

Some of them other people. Peter can't help being ill.

Go to someone like that, fall for that mysterious air and stuff, and they pay

the man good money.

Probably their life's saving someone.

King's evil.

What? The practice of curing bodily infirmities without the intervention of

medicine can be traced back to long before Christian times. Do you know

No. It's sort of a form of mental suggestion.

Ah. And the king's evil is a form of tuberculosis supposedly cured by the

touch. That's why they called it that, the king's evil.

All died out round about the beginning of the 18th century. Ah, glad.

Yeah, well, I thought you'd be interested.

Oh, I am, sir.

Good. I'll see you tomorrow.

Are you Roger?

Not really.

You've come in too many speeches this morning. Speeches?

Yeah. First flower power from Phillips, then pot of history from the old man.

Mr Theodore Armour.

When do we bring him in?

Next time round.

Good. I've got no time for charlatans.

I've always believed in you.

Believed in what you can do.

You know that, don't you?

Yes.

And I always will.

So what's worrying you?

I don't know. A feeling.

A feeling that something's wrong.

Just a feeling, that's all.

Now, what could possibly be wrong?

I said I don't know.

That couple.

Scots. What about them?

I don't think you should see them anymore.

But we have to see them. We don't have to.

We can pretend to be out when they call next time. Why should we want to do a

thing like that?

I don't know.

After all, I've helped the man, haven't I?

Exactly. You've helped him, so now we can forget all about them. We can't just

forget all about them now, can we?

Mr and Mrs Scott have been kind enough to present us with a donation.

The least we can do is make sure the poor man receives all the help I can

him.

And then there's our good name to consider.

Because word does get round, you know.

That's what I'm worried about.

People saying the wrong things.

Prejudiced people who'll always refuse to believe in your gift.

And you think Mr and Mrs Scott are prejudiced people?

Like I said, I don't know.

I'm just not sure.

But you're sure about me?

Oh, yes.

Then that's all that matters, isn't it?

Yes.

Who wants the car?

Not me.

I don't mind.

Gravy? Please. Why not?

It's a little thin.

There it comes.

Shall I light the candles?

Oh, yeah.

Good idea. Oh, yes, and there's some flowers in the other room, isn't there?

I'll fetch them.

Starving, do you know that? You're always starving.

Please.

Oh, yes, nice.

Oh, it's you working on a Sunday that makes me hungry. Do you think I like

working on a Sunday? Excuse me.

Oh, no.

Are you in? I'm not sure yet.

What about you? You had a busy day?

No. I flipped.

Flipped? It's Carlton Barrett.

What did he do?

I don't know. He wouldn't say.

Are the arms all right now, then?

Yeah, it seems they're gone.

It was just after a free meal.

No, it wasn't. There was a definite pain.

Right down there.

Shoulder, tips of the fingers.

Must be all in the mind.

Yeah. It still hurts.

It doesn't affect your appetite, does it?

Nothing affects that.

I mean, in olden days, they were all happy.

Even in so -called civilised societies.

At what?

Oh, putting ideas into your head.

Telling you you were going to be well and telling you you weren't. They knew

to do it.

Who's they?

Druids and witch doctors. People like that.

Nothing much has changed then.

What? Well, even your local GP can do that. That's what he's there for. Oh,

that's different. Of course it's not.

Your local doctor can prescribe a fairly harmless tablet and you'd feel better

simply because he had prescribed it, not because of what was in it.

The one that's dishing out the treatment has the power, not the one that's

receiving it.

That's right.

So this miracle worker of yours, when's your next appointment with her?

Tomorrow. Yeah, after we've talked to the witness.

Does it matter if I have a job?

Don't think so, no.

Husband works.

Oh, yes.

We need her evidence.

What about ours?

I don't think Mr Russell has a great deal of confidence in you.

No? Why should he? I mean, that little woman, a good solicitor... Could say we

were instrumental in provoking an arrest.

Yes.

Does Mrs McAvoy have a garden?

What, in this place?

Shouldn't think so.

Oh, hello.

Mrs. Armour?

This way, please.

Just a moment.

Something wrong?

No.

You, um, you brought the rest of the money?

Oh, yes. Yes, we have.

Well, if you wouldn't mind just waiting in here as usual.

OK.

Not more bloody flowers.

Yes, sir.

I just don't understand it. I'm beginning to build up a whole pile of

complaints. Look.

Well... Well, uh... Is there anything going on round here?

Well, like what, sir?

Carnival? Festival? Bar? Something like that? Nothing like that.

Managed to get some time off from work, then, Mr Scott?

Yeah, well, I talked to my boss.

He was very understanding.

I'm glad.

And the arm.

The shoulder.

Better. Much better. Fine.

And you talked to my wife about the... Oh, we did, yes. Good.

Shall I just remove your jacket?

Yes. Thank you.

I've always thought this was such an interesting room.

Thank you.

But you've travelled a lot, haven't you, abroad?

Yes, and worked there.

Whereabouts, exactly?

China and Japan.

Most of Africa.

Is that where you learned to be a doctor?

Sorry. But I'm not a doctor. Oh, no. Is that where you learn to heal people,

then? No.

I've always been able to help people. Thank you, Mr Scott.

As a matter of fact, his name is Ballard. Detective Sergeant Ballard.

both police officers.

Mrs Joan McAvoy. Yes.

You know?

I do, yes.

She came to me for help.

On three separate occasions?

Something like that, yes.

You're not sure?

I can't be accurate, no.

But if it's that important to you, my wife would know.

She keeps records, does she? Of the business, yes. Business?

The shop.

And what about your illegal medical activities?

My what?

Does she keep written accounts of those? I have already explained.

Your wife insists you, doesn't she?

I mean, she's always there when you arrange to help someone. She is there

because she happens to be my wife.

Because she happens to be loyal and understanding.

She's there, Mr. Armour, because she makes the appointments and she takes the

money. Am I right? No.

The first time that Mrs. McAvoy visited you was on the 27th of October last year

when she paid you the sum of £325.

On the 6th of February this year, she paid you a further £300.

Her final payment was on the 14th of June this year, another £300.

Would you agree with that? I certainly wouldn't agree with your use of the word

payment. Oh, come on, Mr Armand.

We're talking about that sums of money asked for by you or by your wife in

return for your particular brand of medicine. I'm afraid you're mistaken.

What was wrong with her?

I'm sorry?

Mrs McAvoy. What was wrong with her? Why did she come to you?

She was suffering from migraine.

And all the accompanying characteristic symptoms.

Thickness, exhaustion, liftlessness.

Sounds like a very professional diagnosis.

It isn't.

Everybody knows about migraine.

I didn't.

How many other people have you helped?

Several. In this area?

No, one or two locally.

If I'm as big a fraud as you're making me out to be, I'm surprised you haven't

heard from any of them.

I expect we will, when we think the time is right.

Don't let McAvoy get in touch with you.

How? How did she know that she could come to you for help?

Did you advertise?

Of course not.

Then how was it arranged?

I'm not sure.

I didn't ask.

I suppose the word was passed on. Didn't you bother to ask? Why should I?

I've nothing to hide.

If I had, then surely I wouldn't have entertained your colleague in the first

place. Now would I?

Mr. Armour.

We've still got a few inquiries to make.

I'm sure you won't mind hanging around a little while longer. If I tried to

explain that I need to get home, that I have important things to do... Then we

might have to insist that you stay. May I telephone my wife?

You may.

You have a headache?

No.

Oh, I thought you had.

I had a son.

Severely handicapped. He's been that way since birth.

Could you have helped him?

No.

But I've no doubt I could have helped you overcome your own sense of outrage.

And perhaps guilt.

You're a complainant.

I suggest you find her.

This woman, she made a written statement?

Yes. But in a case like this, the court's going to prefer direct evidence,

written evidence.

Yeah.

I suppose in your line, you must have seen your fair share of fakes.

Yeah, I have.

But I prefer that kind of art fraud to any of the others. In fact, I can even

respect a hard -working fake.

They fooled me a couple of times.

Fake medicine is different.

Yeah.

Supposing he's genuine.

Who? This man of yours.

How can I be genuine? You can't cure somebody by faith.

Who says so?

What do you mean, who says so? The law?

No. Who then? Medical science says so.

Oh.

Well, supposing he got up in court and cured the magistrate of gout or

something. Don't be stupid.

This man, is he...

Is he motivated by religion?

No. What about power?

I shouldn't have thought so.

It can't be just money. Otherwise he'd be making a fortune in some fashionable

resort somewhere.

Yeah.

Therefore he must believe in himself.

And fakes don't usually do that.

Do they?

Do you have a garden?

Yes. Where?

Have you?

No, I haven't got a garden.

Hello, Mrs. McAvoy.

So what do you want?

Well, we were wondering... Would you... Yeah? Would you open the door for

me? Oh, uh... There?

Yeah.

Do you have a garden?

A what?

A garden. Surely you know what a garden is. I do.

I haven't got one, I'm afraid. No use for one.

Why have I not?

Because I live in a flat.

Oh, I see.

Well, what about your parents?

Parents? They're still alive, are they? Yes.

Do they have a garden?

Well, they have a bit of a yard. A bit of a yard? Yes.

What do they grow in this bit of a yard?

Well, a few vegetables, you know, not many.

A few plants.

Oh.

Something of its head in your favour, I suppose.

Well, I'm not a great... I like them.

Really?

We've been trying to contact you during the past week or so. I've been busy.

I can see that.

Would you like a drink?

No, thanks. I would.

Oh.

So, what about a carpet of flowers?

Mrs McAvoy?

Yes? Where do you get these?

Get them?

Yeah. You buy them?

No.

People shouldn't have to buy flowers.

God provides us with flowers, doesn't he?

About the only thing he does give us.

Is your husband at work?

No. Then could I have a word with him? I doubt it.

He died a week ago.

Sorry to hear that.

I'm not.

It's about a complaint you made to us.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, we're now ready to take action against the man responsible for

you. Mr Armour? Yeah, so if... How is he? Oh, he's fine.

Anyway, if you could... I've decided to change my mind, that's all.

You've what?

I've decided to forget about it all.

Live and let live, that's what I say.

What do you say?

She's round a bend.

More flowers in her hallway than there is in a Chelsea flower show.

Stolen flowers.

She's also on the bottle.

And she won't give evidence. Did you say why?

Yeah, just not interested anymore.

And her husband died a week ago.

Even that doesn't bother her.

Bill?

Let the man go.

Let him go?

Get rid of him.

I think Mrs. McAvoy could be suffering from some kind of reaction.

Because of what? Because of what the faith healer did to her.

No.

I'm waiting to have the time of my life.

But I face it, we've lost one.

Phillips has gained one.

Oh.

What happened?

Nothing very much. And they let you come home?

Yes. Well, have you got to go back again?

No.

Then what did they do to you?

Nothing. What could they do?

I don't know.

How much do you like this place?

I like it.

And the area?

It's all right, for the time being.

Hi. Hi.

She's not in a very good mood.

Oh.

Because of me?

Eh? Is she in a bad mood because of me?

I don't think so, no.

Why?

Trouble at work.

Is that all?

Well, apparently.

You'd think the whole world was stacked against her.

I know the feeling.

Eh?

She lost her case.

Before it even started.

That's when it seems the whole world is stacked against you.

Oh?

Yeah.

Oh, I've kept you. Oh.

Bit of extra paperwork.

Wanted to make sure I had everything sewn up for the night. Tidy desk and all

that.

Lucky you.

Yeah.

You'll have a nice, easy day of it tomorrow.

For the next few days, I should think.

Steve?

Now, before you start trying to pick a fight with me as well, I've stoked the

boiler, I've had my supper and I've washed up.

Has it changed?

Yeah, I'm sure it does. So if someone wants me to help keep the peace, I'll be

in my room.

So what do I do?

You've let him go. I had to.

Forget it.

Tomorrow's another day for crime.

There are people out there right now, all set to give you something new to

about in the morning.

Yeah. All right, so, technically speaking, he's been taking money under

pretenses, but at least he's been attempting to cure people in the

harm them.

How do we know that?

Know it.

Yes.

How do we know that you can't be harmed by that sort of belief?

I mean, the people that go to him, they've got to be impressionable to

with. I mean, supposing he told them that they could...

Walk on water or flower.

Why would he want to do that? I'm just suggesting that it could be possible.

Which makes it a moral issue, nothing more than that.

Isn't that the reason why you don't have a case against the man?

Yes? It's Mrs Skeffington.

Who? Mary Gettington.

Oh, yes.

Come in.

You've brought the money, have you? I have, yes. And you'll both be coming

tomorrow night?

Yes, that's right.

Nothing to be afraid of, you know.

No.

A good jig out with D .S. Rawlinson, just for an hour or two.

Fine. Prison breach. Some do -gooder decided to harbour what we like to call

awful prisoner.

Yeah. Anyway, the do -gooder still thinks he's done good. He's agitating,

shouting his mouth off, so we're going to do it.

Yes. And this do -gooder's a bit of a talker, so is Rawlinson, but Jake's a

good listener, so I reckon between the pair of them, they'll help the do

to hang himself, yeah?

Yeah. Now then, what's happening about these...

Stolen flowers.

I'm going to go with Philip, see if I can get the woman... Oh, come on, Philip

can go on his own, surely.

Or you could take a WPC with him. I'd like to go.

Stolen flowers?

Haven't you got anything better to do? No, I want to talk to Mrs. McAvoy.

Oh, you don't want to.

I suppose some people do worry about stolen flowers. I expect I wouldn't

if I had it and someone came along.

Maggie, we let the man go.

Yes. There was nothing there for us.

No.

Good morning, Mrs. McAvoy.

I've already told your friend I've changed my mind.

Well, that's up to you, of course.

Exactly. So what do you want this time?

It's about some flowers.

Flowers?

Would you mind closing the door?

These flowers, Mrs. McAvoy. What about them?

What about them?

Would you want them back or something? We'll take them. There's plenty more

where those came from.

Ma 'am.

Yes? Well, this is crazy.

I know.

Gov?

We wrapped up that do -gooder.

Yeah. You know what?

Man's been making politics out of harbouring known criminals.

What about money?

Oh, that too, but politics first.

Had civil rights written all over him. I've seen it all before.

Anyway, what I'm getting at is the original arresting officer. Yeah.

He's from back trouble.

What? Always has. Used to work in Manchester.

He was telling me they had a so -called faith healer up there.

I mean, this man never went to him, but other people did.

Anyway, this faith healer.

Apparently caused so much trouble he became a menace.

A real -life danger to society.

But our fellas couldn't touch him.

So instead of that, they gave him a bad time.

Arrested him, let him pack up and move on.

Seems he was always on the move anyway.

Name?

Theodore Armour.

There can't be two of them guff, can there?

Would anyone like some tea?

Or some coffee?

Not for me, thank you. Would you mind a coffee?

Right.

I reckon I need it.

Milk and sugar.

Oh, please.

How many sugars?

Um, one, please.

You've got to admit it, the man has got something.

Well, all those kind of weirdos do, don't they?

And they managed somehow to transmit it from one person to the next. It's all

done with the mind, the personality, the eyes, everything.

That's what they say, yeah.

I mean, I got some of it, didn't I?

My arm played up.

What about your arm?

Right down there, but starting up here.

250 quid's worth of auto -suggestion.

He, uh, apparently treated some kids up there, Gav.

Kids? They haven't been quite the same since.

Bad thoughts?

Bad dreams.

One was now in a special school.

The, uh... The information you've got on this man, Armour, like since he's been

down here, any children involved?

Not that I know of, no.

The thing is, my husband suffered from various allergies.

They always had done, you name it, he was allergic to it.

Save fever in the spring.

And in the summer and in the autumn.

Something else in the winter.

And do you know, in a way, he almost enjoyed being allergic. Do you know what

that means?

Oh, he had his inhalers and his pills and his sprays and his tablets that were

like the crown jewels to him.

Nobody else's only stood a chance, only his.

He and his various allergies took priority over everything.

Would anyone like a drink?

Oh, no, thanks. Not for me. Because I would.

No? No.

No.

You know, when I was a child, when I was young,

we had this amazing garden.

My father's garden. It was mostly flowers because he loved flowers.

And in the morning,

Or sometimes, of a summer evening, he would pick some of the flowers and he

would reach down and hand them to me and I would take them into the house and

give them to my mother.

And she would set them in vases.

That house was full of the smell of flowers.

Where was this?

What? Where did you spend your childhood?

Oh, in Sussex. I was born and brought up in Sussex.

So Armistead Armour, the faith healer, did me a favour. Why?

Never mind why.

Would you be very kind to put another one in there for me?

Of course. Thank you.

Mrs. McAvoy, you paid for that favour, didn't you?

What?

Something like 900 pounds, wasn't it?

Is that right?

Yes.

Thank you.

Mrs. McAvoy... Anyway, because of his damned allergies, my husband never

he never smoked... and he hardly ever considered sex.

Well, that didn't worry me too much. But what did worry me was that in 30 years

of marriage, we never, well, we never had a trip to the country or to the

seaside. We never had a cat or a dog, not even a bird in a cage.

Never had any strawberries for tea.

They've had no shellfish.

And no flowers.

And the whole house had to be scrubbed and cleaned and dusted every single day.

We always had to live in a godforsaken place like this. A blade of grass for

miles. And 30 years of living like that. Can you... 30 years of

living without never being able to bring one...

Voluntary flower into the house.

What did he die of, Mrs. McAvoy?

What do you think? Hay fever.

Well, that's not the fatal disease.

Oh, it is if you give up taking the prescribed treatment. You have a couple

bad attacks, your heart packs up.

Anyway, for the kind of release.

Yes, I'm sure it was. Well, not for him, for me.

Why did your husband stop taking the prescribed treatment?

Because he didn't think he needed it anymore.

Why not?

Because he was told he didn't need it anymore. By who?

By someone.

By Mr. Armour?

Yes.

Tell me.

Well,

they went to see Mr. Armour one day, didn't they? Went with me.

And Mr.

Armour held out those hands of his, you know, and he pressed them hard into my

husband's chest.

And then he raised that disturbing voice of his in the way that he does. He

raised his voice and he demanded that the pain should leave my husband's body,

should leave it.

There and then should leave it forever.

And my husband believed it.

So I suppose that if I wanted to, I could say that Mr Armour more or less

my husband, couldn't I?

Do you want to say that?

No. I have already told you that man did me a favour.

I've got to leave here. I'm going to sell this place and I'm going to buy a

small house with a garden and grow some flowers.

About the flowers that are here in your home, Mrs McAvoy.

Did you steal those flowers from any of the following premises? I didn't steal

them.

I collected them, if you like. I picked them.

Well, they weren't exactly growing wild.

No.

There is also the question of trespass and breaking and entering.

But in the circumstances... Circumstances?

Yes. Your husband's death, your state of mind because of that, it's more than

possible that a court will be more than sympathetic and lenient towards you.

On the other hand...

I should think that my superiors were to consider it reasonable.

What are you trying to say to me?

I'm trying to say that perhaps we could come to some kind of arrangement.

Would you speak to us?

Er, Tony Thiessen.

Missy McAvoy.

She's coming in tomorrow to make another statement.

Oh, good. She's also changed her mind about not giving it to us.

Well done.

Now, do you tell her or do I?

We'd better break, aren't we? Go on.

Mr Armour is known in Manchester.

Up there, his front was an occult bookshop.

Before that, Carlisle, a health food shop.

So where's the big break?

Well, that's where he made his big mistake.

Carlisle? Manchester.

Seems he used the fluence on some kids.

Children? Sick.

They are now.

Anyway, let's up there and start the ball rolling. We're getting statements

some of Armour's dissatisfied customers.

And our sister's branching. Very hopeful we'll find a charge that'll stick.

Ah, great.

So, like I say, well done.

Well, someone has to stick their neck out and do something about the frauds

the charlatans.

Quite. I must remember to buy you some flowers.

Thank you.

What time is it?

About eight.

Oh, that'll be the Skeffingtons.

You okay?

Me?

Yeah, I'm fine. I just... I've got a bit of a headache.

Been a long day.

Oh.

With my help, Jamie, we're going to take this pain from you.

We are going to lift this pain away from you.

We are going to force this pain out, Jamie.

Now. Now!

Now!