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How many does that make?

We ignored the first two and recorded
the last three.

I better have another word with the DCI.

She sounds like a right nutter.

Do you really think Maggie's in danger?

Not bad. Not bad.

But I want to see more aggression.

Now, let's have another go.

And when you throw the hip, do it as if
you mean it.

Ready?

You're learning.

One more time?

No, I'm well satisfied.

Morning. Morning.

What have we got?

Suspicious death. Whose?

Mr Lionel Lodge.

Are they involved?

One of them is. Which one?

They're a bit cagey. We'll break them
down.

In time.

And natural causes?

Have to wait for the post -mortem report
to answer that.

Who knows?

Might have been a lovely way to go.

All right, Dave. All yours.

Oh, God, what stone did you fall out
from under? Go on, Chief. I chased this

right up my street. Yes, right up your
street.

Do me a favour.

It wouldn't be a principle. Why don't
you go and cover a war somewhere?

Do us a favour. Do us a favour. Get
lost. Give me a minute. One minute, will

you? A minute? You're a fast worker,
Snape. I need some coffee.

Attributable. Do you credit good?

Check we'll get it at the ready,
darling. All right.

Don't. You call yourself a German? I
work for my living, same as you.

Can we put these ladies into safe
custody? Oh, sure.

Can I lock some of them in your office?

Leave them off.

What's getting to you? I mean, what do
you think I'm running here, the Seven

Dials Elton?

I mean, how do you want them? Singles,
doubles, they're all banged up together.

OK, all right.

Yes.

Yes, Mother, I know that, but there
hasn't been much time, has there? When

you're finished, I want you in there.

Oh, Mike Turnbull's phone.

Not in a very good mood. You noted that.

Someone to see you?

I'm in a mood to raise pain.

Oh. Not wise to want? No, not wise.

How long has this... this sex parlour
been in existence?

Ask me another.

This bosomy blonde, madam, what do we
know about her?

Used to a turn -under named Irma La
Douche.

That was some years back.

Now calls herself Selina Desard.

What's she into?

Well, a quick cat around her gap. I've
been to where she's spent more time

reading Avalok Ellis.

Gadgets? There's a list, plus
photographs if you want to bone up.

There's a wheel, gallows, whipping post,
punishment table.

It's all the usual bondage stuff.

It's got one room done out. Jake. Sorry.

Are you telling me a man was carried out
there dead this morning?

Very. I don't want to know who he was,
what he was, and in particular what he

was doing in that fun factory. I wonder
who you know.

Mr Lionel Lodge.

As to what, we've only got his personal
effects to go on.

Seems he was a civil servant. White
order and all that.

Married? Wife named Lucinda, adrift and
outclothed, Earlsfield.

You know it?

There's a big cemetery there. Quiet
area?

Not a lot happening, no.

Anybody care to put me in the picture?

Yes, a Mr Lionel Lodge was found dead in
a bordello early hours this morning.

Natural causes?

Well, he was discovered bound and gagged
and upside down in a closet with a

silly grin on his face.

That's the one, isn't it?

I'll explain that to his widow.

With difficulty.

I want you to have a word with her.
What, the widow? No.

Felina de Sade.

I don't want to talk into the press.
Convince her it would be an unwired

She's your child.

Well, ten years ago, I might have stood
a chance.

Today? No way.

Outside business hours, she likes them
young and... wholesome.

Well, don't look at me. Well, I am
looking at you. Now, listen, what Selina

wants in terms of incentive, she can
have so long as I get an undertaking in

return. Understood?

Right, now, tell me more about this
Madame Selina de Sade.

How much of this you heard?

Well, only bits.

Listen, girl, I'm going up the wall
downstairs.

I mean, I suppose you know we've had an
influx of Toms.

I've personally processed eight.

You're boasting or complaining? Now, do
we take this seriously?

Well, let's put it this way.

Some of what was said made my back hair
stand on end.

All right. Thanks, Nick.

Listen, Governor, I'm sorry. We've got
an additional problem.

We've got a thief in the nick.

Isn't that what you said? No. That's
exactly what you said. I did not. What

actually said. What did you say? You
asked me if I knew Selina well.

Yeah, and you replied I knew her in a
professional capacity.

Right. Jake, this woman is a common
prostitute. She runs a brothel. Not when

knew her. Well, what would she do when
you knew her?

She was a performer.

A performer? Where did she perform?

On stage. What sort of stage?

Oh, you mean she was a stripper?

To her clothes off, yes. What, for
money?

With her, it was an art form.

Yeah, and her art was in the right
place.

Enough! Now, I mean it.

Well... Now, I may sound frantically
jokey to both of you, but somewhere out

there in Earlsfield is an overwrought
wife who is about to learn she's an

overnight widow.

Have you broken the news?

Well, me? No.

Apart from the fact I've had little or
no time, I assume that you would... You

would think too much, Sergeant.

I intend someone to tell Mrs.

Lucinda Lodge that we need her to
identify the body of a man that we

be her husband before the post -mortem
examination and then tell her that I

to see her.

Yes, ma 'am. Thank you.

Someone's got to be joking.

WPC hankies. Take a few.

You okay?

I'm fine, sir.

Apart from being poorer.

How much? Thirty pounds.

Now, Sergeant Bryant tells me you were
taking a shower when this took place.

been on a garage swoop. Stolen
batteries.

When we got back to the station,
naturally we wanted to clean up.

I was tiling my hair when I heard this
noise.

And when I looked, I saw my handbag on
the floor and his feet disappearing.

What time was this? Any idea?

Six minutes past nine.

That precise?

I'd taken my watch off before I went
into the shower.

Last thing I removed.

First thing I looked for after he'd
gone.

Now, you say he. You saw a pair of
shoes. They were definitely male?

Black leather.

Slip -ons.

Says eight or nine.

And that's all you spotted, the shoes?

It all happened so quickly, sir.

No.

No, he didn't take your watch. Any other
valuable? No, sir. Just the money.

Petty cash merchant.

Sorry that I can't be of more help, sir.

You've done well. Thank you.

Oh, Jake, grab that machine, would you?

Hey,

do you normally wear those shoes?

Normally, yes.

But you have got us.

I'll keep some dancing pumps for my
bottom drawer.

What for?

I do have a life outside these walls.

Hey, Jake, Jake, look. Tom, look at him.

Look, Jake.

He's Nick the O.

Took me ages to work that out.

Yes.

Well, try and cast your mind back.

To when?

A week, ten days ago, remember?

We're in the pub. Big event.

You call for a round.

What's this leading up to?

You opened your wallet to pay and you
said... Oh, I said I could have sworn I

had 25 quid in here, that's it.

How much do you reckon you had missing?

Two fives.

There is one about.

Keep it under you.

Don't wear a hat.

You should.

Cover that ball spot.

Oh, leave off.

Am I being singled out for special
treatment?

Would it worry you?

If I thought for one moment that
somebody was being vindictive, yes, it

worry me a hell of a lot.

Well, you've made it plain you don't
trust me. Not true.

What about the freighter episode?

You kept me in the dark for months.

Why? Don't tell me.

Don't let the right hand know what the
left hand's doing.

I thought we had a working relationship.

We do.

Yeah, not just colleagues, but friends.
We are. Well, then give me a hint.

Well, it's right here.

What's your firearms classification?

Failed. Exactly.

Don't like guns. Well, you're going to
have to learn to live with them, aren't

you?

D -11 wants to uprate your firearms
classification. This document says

tuition as from today. All right?

Time? Find it.

Workload? Delegate.

You serious?

Very.

Bill.

Look, I've got a woman coming in.

Until yesterday, she was a normal,
happily married, inverted commas,

suburban housewife.

And from tomorrow, she could be the
prime target of the gutter press.

How come?

Her husband, Mr Lionel Lodge, was found
dead in very peculiar circumstances.

Like? Well, when Jake found him, he was
hanging upside down in a wardrobe in a

house run by a kinky caperton named
Selina de Thard.

Go on.

This Mr Lodge, he worked for one of the
ministries.

Whitehall. He could be a very important
person. I mean, access to classified

material, I don't know, we'll have to go
through the usual channels.

Anyway, regardless of his position, can
you imagine what the popular press are

going to make of this?

Yeah, I can.

Well, I want to protect the widow.

I've got Rex Snaith sniffing around
downstairs.

Well, if you and Mr Lodge worked in
Whitehall, it's ten to one he signed the

Official Secrets Act.

Mr Lodge is dead.

Selina de Sade is very much alive and
she could be attracted to the bubble,

isn't she?

Well, you're going to have to convince
her otherwise, aren't you?

Might draw her attention to the
alternatives. Lean on her.

Snape? Lean on him, too.

Thank you.

Maggie, don't go.

I've got some problems, too.

Look, you're not going to be
obstructive, are you? Because if you

go right over your head, OK?

Inspector Paul, I'll call you back.

Um, Mr. Saad.

Would you, yes, come this way.

Here,

don't forget to keep your legs crossed.

You are.

Yes, Philip, I'm standing in for DI4.

Are you?

Well, I'm not exactly au fait with the
case.

Still at the fumbling stage, hmm?

Well, I have a dossier here. Dossier?

Very French.

Parlez -vous français?

Un peu, a little.

A little has been known to go a long
way.

What do I call you?

Well, strictly speaking, you have... I
can't call you that.

My first name is Peter. And the D .S.?
Detective Sergeant.

Not de Sade.

Well, Peter Phillips, D .S. standing in
for D .I.

Since you have a penchant for
abbreviations, I shall call you Pee

And you shall call me Selina.

Agree?

Relax.

I'm not going to eat you.

Not just water, would you? Just water.

to keep one eye over her shoulder.

Spell it out. What are you, a moron?

I'll spell it out. I'll tell you
precisely.

There'll come a day or then there
couldn't be a night. Yes, why not? Some

alley. And where I lay my hands on her
precious flesh.

You know what I need to do?

What does the voice go into details?

Graphically. Could be a hoax.

Could be.

You're worried?

Are you seriously worried?

The more I listen to that, the more
worried I become.

Anyway, be warned. Take precautions.

No dark alleys?

Not unless you've got one of the lads
with you.

Or a gun?

Or a gun.

Well, have we dealt with all your
problems now?

All but one.

I am talking of freedom, Pee -wee.

Freedom to live out your fantasies.

That's amazing.

I mean, that whole area of sexual
gratification, it grips me. I

Stay loose.

Tell me, um... How do you see yourself?

We have mirrored ceilings.

You could be accused of taking
advantage.

Of what?

Of people's aberrations. And you could
be accused of playing with words.

I'm a police officer.

Yes, and a very fine, upstanding one, if
I may say so. Look, ma 'am, you... No,

no, no, don't interrupt me, Pee -wee.

Look, these men who come to my
establishment quite freely, they come to

are burdened with guilt, weighed down,
shackled to some awful, archaic

concept of morality.

And you free them from these shackles? I
try, Pee -wee, I try.

Um, Mr.

Lodge was found, found and gagged.
hanging upside down in a... You're

the issue.

I am?

I talk of liberty, and you toss that
aside and start talking of... of

I mean, who grants this license?

The licensee? Look, I was simply trying
to point out... No, no, no, don't

interrogate me, Pee -wee.

I'll confess.

I'm licentious, and I don't give a damn.

I've no time for hypocrites.

Boundaries, limitations.

Who is it that sets these so -called
boundaries?

Parliament? Perverted politicians.

If I wish to raise the lid.

Are you a member of any political
organisation?

No, but I vote Conservative.

Do you mind if I smoke?

You do realise that's bad for your
health.

This WPC hanky, is she reliable?

I think so.

When she says black leather slip -ons,
male, size 8 or 9, it narrows the field.

It can't be a beat man with shoes like
that.

Nope. It could be one of ours.

Or a civilian worker or someone from
outside.

It's unlikely.

You think it's one of ours?

What are they saying upstairs?

They're making noises.

It is customary to call in an outside
agency.

Nope. You've informed CRB too. It's our
mess. We'll clear it up.

We're just getting over the stink from
the Slater episode, not having the...

Bill, you've got no choice.

When it comes to resigning, you don't
hold a monopoly, you know.

Point taken.

Anyway, I've got the glimmering of an
idea.

I'll, uh... I'll talk to you about it
later.

You ever heard of sensory overload?

Mm -hm. You know what it means?

It means you've got more problems you
can cope with. Right.

Don't worry.

You'll cope.

Selina, correct me if I'm wrong.

Willingly.

You see, I'd like to feel you're... Yes?

More human than you let on.

You make me sound like the bionic woman.

Apart from my credit cards and not a
scrap of plastic about my person.

Look, I wish you'd take me seriously.

I'd take you anywhere.

You're making this very difficult for
me.

No, you're making it difficult for
yourself.

In my experience, men invariably do.

Is Sergeant Phillips still engaged?

Have you not already married?

Yeah, he's been in there a long time.

PB, what is it you want?

I'm looking for a little cooperation.

You have to earn it. How?

Win my admiration.

Doing what?

Put it there.

What? Where?

Oh.

All right, Selina, put him down.

I could get very fond of this young man.
You just put his career in jeopardy.

Thank you, Sergeant. That'll be all,
Sergeant.

What do you intend to charge me with?

Running a disorderly house.

That's all?

It'll go to be going on with.

Now, as regards this Mr Lionel Lodge,
who was the last person to see him

The voice has obviously been fed through
something like a vocal disc.

A what?

It's a vocal disguiser. It's a trade
name for a voice synthesizer.

There's something there.

Recognizable? I'm not sure.

Jake?

Right, I'm making you personally
responsible for this.

Next time I play this tape, I want to
hear the original voice on it.

Tall order, sir. Pete.

Yeah, I'll do my best.

Jake, where are you off to?

Well, Maggie wants me to deliver the
first blast of the trumpet.

Balls of Jericho? No.

Against the monstrous regiment of women.

Downstairs? Downstairs. Look, I've got
an idea. It's a plan to trap our tea

leaf. Have a read through, see what you
think. I'll discuss it over a jar.

You be safe downstairs?

With this one?

Yeah.

Now then, ladies, I need some
information.

Ah. That's not very helpful now, is it?

Do you intend to talk to the press? The
press?

How about a simple yes or no?

Why should I talk to the press? Well,
not for amusement, obviously.

Certainly not. For money.

I could take offence. And I could start
reading the Riot Act. I don't know what

you mean.

Don't you?

You malign me.

Listen, if this story gets out, the
press will have a field day.

And that would affect your case? Not
particularly, no.

It would damage my faith in human
nature.

Ah, you're thinking of the widow, Mrs.
Lodge. I intend to protect her. From the

press? At all costs.

I can't afford to go away.

Look, Selina, I don't have a lot of
time. If you manage to convict me on the

charge of running a disorderly house, it
would mean a prison sentence.

If I find out that Mr. Lionel Lodge died
from anything other than natural

causes, I will up that charge to
manslaughter.

You're very direct.

Like I said.

Look, I think we're talking at cross
-purposes. No, are we? As for talking to

the press, the thought will never cross
my mind.

Heaven forbid.

It'd be tantamount to breaking a
confidence, wouldn't it?

None of my old clients would ever trust
me again.

No.

On the other hand, if you were to throw
the book at me, I might have no option,

if you see what I mean.

I'll, uh, see what I can do.

There are bound to be some mitigating
circumstances.

I think we understand each other.

Absolutely.

You don't leave a lot to the
imagination, do you?

That's all right.

It's no big fix.

And why so worried?

What am I doing here?

Before I answer that, I have to ask you
what you were doing there.

Where? Well, your governor. Sorry, your
madam.

What do you call her?

We call her Selina.

She refused to give us your proper name.

She's loyal.

It's a misplaced sense of loyalty, if
you don't mind me saying so.

Mrs. Drake.

The rest of the girls are anxious to get
home.

Didn't take a lot to persuade them.

After all, what's in her name?

Go away.

Please go away and leave me alone.

The phrase is not that simple, Mrs.
Drake.

We're investigating what's known as a
suspicious death.

You are a material witness.

Look, don't try and baffle me with
science. I've had your whoopers and your

tweeters up to here. I'm asking in
simple language, can you unscramble that

tape?

24 hours of joking!

Would you like to make a phone call?

Phone call?

You're entitled.

To what?

To make a call.

To whom?

There must be someone interested in your
whereabouts.

There's no one.

No one that would interest you.

No one.

I've never been in a situation like this
before.

I don't know what to do. I don't know
how to behave.

I've suddenly lost all control.

I'll never forgive myself.

You will.

In time.

This is ridiculous. I've told you I'm
guilty. And I've told you, Mrs Drake, we

haven't charged you. There is no charge.
As yet. Look, we're seeking

information. I know, I know you are, and
I'm not denying anything.

Look, whatever you decide, whatever you
accuse me of, I'll agree.

I mean, I'll plead guilty.

It's enough, isn't it?

I'll plead guilty.

He's a crafty bugger.

Wasn't too clever sneaking into the
WPC's restroom, was he?

That's hanging a fence.

Could mean he's getting desperate.

You hope he's going to slip up?

We've got a little something planned for
him, yeah.

You ask around?

Well, I made a few discreet inquiries
downstairs.

It's amazing these days how people don't
seem to miss a fiver, even a tenner.

Like you say, he's crafty.

He never takes it all, just part of it.

Any luck?

We're working on it.

All right.

All right, James?

Dave.

I don't get it. Think of what?

The lass from Dulwich Hill, Marjorie.
Marjorie Drake. She's... I don't know.

She's strange.

And when I got there... Where?

Selina's place.

She locked herself in a bathroom. Had to
force the door.

She's on the floor, curled up in a
corner, white as a sheet.

The man had died. You're breaking down
the door. She's probably entitled.

I always boast I can spot a tom a mile
off. This one, Marjorie.

Don't place her.

Any fool?

None. None at all. You checked? First
thing. Look, she's ready to snap.

I couldn't lean on her.

She's...

She's too nice, somehow.

Is she attractive?

She's not unattractive by no means.
She's not bra. She's different. There's

something about her, something
vulnerable.

You read my outline?

Your what?

I put an idea on paper. Have you read
it? Oh, no, not yet. Well, read it now

the pub. I'll join you over there if I
can. What? In the meantime, we leave

Marjorie roasting. We'll leave her more
roasting until we get a post -mortem

report, all right? Yes, go.

Oh, Dave, you processed the female this
morning, Marjorie Drake.

Do we have a home address?

Well, she wasn't carrying any personal
items, no handbag or anything.

She's consistently refused to give us
any details of our own or family.

Yeah, well, according to Jake, she's
from Dulwich. Tell him what I want.

Telephone number.

Yeah, all right. Give us a minute, I'll
kick it around, see what I can come up

with. So, according to the plan, Jake
wins with money. Yeah, which the

provides. Not.

I'll provide it.

Yeah. And then you let it be known. I'll
broadcast it. Yeah, I'm sure you will.

Well, how does it work? How do you
manage the win? Well, I'll wait till two

'clock. I'll go and see Joe.

Nothing. Correct.

Ask them at one o 'clock and at one
-thirty.

So I've got two winners, yeah?

That's Cheater. That's right.

Am I supposed to be in on this?

You will definitely be invited to the
celebrations.

Oh, will there be booze?

Will there be booze?

There'll be booze by the bucketful, old
son.

Oh. Mrs Lodge, I have come to see D .I.
Forbes.

Can I carry it? Detective Inspector
Forbes. He's a policewoman. Oh.

Mrs Lodge.

Yes? I couldn't help over -hearing. My
name's Frank. Frank Smith. I'm a

reporter. A journalist.

Is it possible for us to have a word?
Not now, Mr Snaith, if you don't mind.

WPC Hank, he'll escort you upstairs,
madam.

Thank you.

Mrs Lodge, I do apologise for having to
drag you through those formalities, and

I would like to extend my sympathy and
say if there was anything I could have

done to avoid adding to your misery, I
would have. Believe me.

Thank you.

Did you rehearse that speech?

Did I what?

sounded so natural and so false.

The last thing I need, Inspector, is
sympathy.

By the time the funeral's over, I shall
have received more of that than I can

bear.

You really shouldn't look quite so
shocked.

After all, I'm the bereaved widow who's
discovered suddenly and tragically after

all these years that she's been married
to a pervert.

Mrs Drake's telephone number. You could
have phoned that through.

I know, but I've got Mr Snaith
downstairs listening to every word now

It's safe, all right. Thanks, Dave.
Right.

Oh, by the way, Jake's going to be
having a small celebration sometime this

afternoon. Has his promotion come
through, then? No, he's had a double

When? Well, a couple of races haven't
been run yet.

Not sure.

Thank you, Jim. Thank you.

I've a feeling that I'll recover from
the shock of my husband's death rather

quicker than you, Inspector.

I don't doubt it.

I feel as though I should be comforting
you.

Yes, it's strange.

No, thanks.

You don't know me?

No, I don't know you.

I don't owe you anything, but I did go
out of my way to try and protect you.

From what?

From pain.

You're very noble.

Noble?

No, but I do spend...

Part of my working day reminded myself
that I'm a very small part of the human

race. If I didn't, I think I'd be in
danger.

Of what?

Of losing all faith in what I call human
nature.

Has anyone ever suggested to you that
you've been in your job too long?

Yes, many times.

You should think about it.

I do.

Yes.

Well, uh...

If you've got no further need of me.
Tell me about your husband.

I tell you what?

Anything.

That's very little to tell.

Was he a kind man?

He wasn't unkind.

Did he ever use physical violence on
you?

No.

Why? Is that some sort of criterion?

I'm just interested, that's all.

He never raised a hand or a voice in
anger throughout the entire time that I

knew him.

Did you know him? Well, I was married to
him for 17 years. No, you don't

understand my question. How well did you
know him?

You're attempting to lead me, Inspector.

Barren territory.

You had no children.

We couldn't afford children.

Oh, I've spoken to his superiors.

They were all agreed my husband lived in
a mental cul -de -sac.

He was an underachiever, a nobody.

I realised that shortly after we
married, and I despised him for it.

Why?

Because I'd mistaken him for somebody
else.

I had thought that I was marrying a man
with ambition, a man capable of carving

a career for himself and providing a
lifestyle for me.

You just sued him.

For what?

Deception. You're being flippant. Why
didn't you divorce him? None of your

business. Oh, dear.

Touched you on a raw spot.

Is that all?

As regards the inquest, will you be
attending?

Will the press be there? If the word
gets out, yes.

You weren't thinking of suppressing
evidence, Inspector, were you?

On what grounds?

Why, humanitarian, naturally.

No.

Then may I assume that this interview is
over?

You may.

I'm sure you've got a lot more questions
that you're simply burning to ask.

Lots. Like with Lionel Insured. Was he?
Heavily, I made sure of that. Are you

satisfied? No, but I trust you will be.

Oh, don't concern yourself about me. I
will try not to.

But spare a thought, won't you, for a
poor widow woman, all alone in the south

of France?

I'll, uh, see you at the inquest.

I think not.

Oh, change of mind? Change of plans.

I'm much too overwrought to attend an
inquest. All those questions.

All those skeletons in all those
cupboards.

No, I think I'll beg leave of absence on
humanitarian grounds.

I'll, uh, see you off the premises.

Oh, no need, Inspector. I hope not.

I've got a double up. Big party, all
right? Spread the word.

Jake, would you mind escorting Mr Lodge
downstairs?

Not at all.

I'm about to collect. What?

Winnings. Oh, what a coincidence.

So am I.

Good. Mrs Lodge.

All right, all right. Look, I know
you've got problems and I don't care.

just pull your finger out, will you? For
once, for me.

You're right.

Pete, do me a favour. Find me an
aspirin, would you? Sure. Some coffee?

Yes, please. Black? Blacker the better.

Look, go sit. I'll fetch.

Terrible way to live, despising someone.

Thou art most rich, being poor, most
choice forsaken, and most loved.

Despised. He was wrong.

What's happening? Not a lot.

Any luck?

No, not yet, sir.

We're about to celebrate.

How much we win?

178 quid. And how much we spend?

Quitting. Supermarket. Cut price.

Come and have a knees up.

I'll force myself. I'll get in the mood.

Better show Willie.

I've got an appointment at five.

I know. And I've got a headache.

Me too.

Right, ladies and gentlemen, praise
silence for that most coming -of

Sergeant Jake Barrett, who, having come
up with a delightful double, has

generously purchased the wherewithal for
a little libation.

Ladies and gentlemen, a toast.

Lex Lucy and Flum Crazy.

So, how much do you win, Jake?

Oh, not a lot.

Come on, your friends, how much?

I don't know, 160 -odd. Come on, have a
drink. There's plenty more where this

came from. Virginia, have a drink.

Post -mortem on Mr. Lodge, Governor.

You'd better grab one before Barrett
puts it all away.

Post -mortem report on Lionel Lodge.

Is it bad news?

We established that Marjorie Drake lost
first to see him alive, right?

We only have one person's word for that.

I want you to pass contents of that
report on to Mrs. Drake personally. All

right, folks,

that's it.

Celebration over. Come on, drink up.
Back to work, sir.

Well?

They paid off.

How much, miss?

Twenty.

You sure?

He's taken a tenner, a fiver and five
ones.

All right.

Have a show of your face out there.

Thanks.

Listen, everybody, can I have your
attention for just one moment?

I'm sorry. I know how you hate being
interrupted when you're working.

I'm making an appeal.

WPC Virginia Hankey.

Yes, that's the one. She's either lost
or had stolen some money, possibly from

outside. Now, as you all know, she's
safe enough to get married, so I had the

brilliant idea of having a whip round. I
wish I'd never thought of it now.

Anyway, if you could see a way clear to
making a small contribution.

Yeah, not too small, please. I mean, no
coins, eh? Do you want to kick off,

Jake? We know you're flush.

I'll slip her a cup.

Cheers.

I'll do one.

Right. Thank you.

Cheers.

All right.

Yeah, cool.

You'll see this through.

Naturally.

Jake, you owe me.

Oh, yeah.

Glad you reminded me.

That would be if you, Hank, lost £30,
right? How much did we collect?

Oh, yeah, £43.

Oh, I made a profit.

Easy come, easy go. We'll make up a
shortfall, pay for the whiskey.

Let's get started, shall we?

I think we've got the CID first.

I'm going to talk to you later.

All right.

Give me a minute and then we leave.

I've got to go.

Yeah. I don't envy you.

Good luck.

Let's get this over and done with.

The governor wants the word with you.

Come on. Pull yourself together.

On your feet.

Come on to your feet.

Listen,

governor, they'll tell you.

They'll tell me what?

They'll tell you the problems I've had.

Tell you.

Hmm?

Uh, well, I've begun out my brain.

Save it.

Warrant card. No.

Don't do this. Listen.

My wife took up with another fellow. I
don't want to know.

No, you've got to hear me out. You must.

I know I'm in shock, but I can explain,
honest.

I had this, uh...

Sort of nervous breakdown on account of
this financial crash, right?

Everything down a bloody drain.

Warrant card on the desk now.

She's got the kids, the house, the car,
the lot.

And he's living there with her, the
other geezer.

You'd think that would be enough,
wouldn't you? But no, every other day

another phone call, more cash, more
cash.

I'm sorry.

I mean it. I apologise to everyone from
the... It was wrong,

I know, but... I was under pressure.

On my life. I was going out of my brain.

You're suspended from duty.

As from now.

You will not enter this or any other
police station as from now. That clear?

I'm having a warrant sworn out.

After these two officers have escorted
you home, they'll conduct a search of

your premises.

Get him out of here.

Uh, Pete, stick him in the car, keep an
eye on him. What is it?

Uh... Something I have to do. Need a
minute, okay? Yeah, you say so. Come on.

Yeah.

I, uh, want to work with Mrs. Drake.

All right.

We've received the post -mortem report
on Mr. Lionel Lodge.

Yes.

Well, according to this, Mr. Lodge
suffered from angina.

Smoked too much, mean punishing his
liver.

Could have gone any time.

Anyway, official verdict, death from
natural causes.

Thought you'd like to know.

I'm sorry, but what does that mean
exactly?

Well, it means you're free to go.

I can go home.

That's it?

Thank you.

And your husband's coming to collect
you.

Well, you had to be informed sooner or
later.

Bastard, did you have to tell him? I
didn't tell him, Mrs Drake.

What am I going to say?

How can I... What?

Tell him why you did it?

Yes.

Why did you?

I've sat here all day asking myself that
question over and over.

And?

There didn't seem to be any other way.

My husband was made redundant nearly two
years ago.

He'd been with that company for nearly
12 years, worked his way up.

They say it's hardest for middle
management men to find another job.

He tried and tried to watch someone that
you love

dying inside.

A clever man having to clean windows,
mow lawns, anything to try and earn a

pounds. We are not spongers. We've
always paid our way.

Redundancy. What a word.

Doesn't seem to mean a great deal until
you have to live with it.

I, uh... I think I understand. Do you?

Every day, waking up with the same
thought.

I must be the first to collect the mail.
If it's another bill, I'll hide it. I

won't let him see it. Won't add to the
misery. God, those bills.

Everything, mounting up, mortgage, gas,
electricity, telephone.

What am I going to tell him?

What you just told me.

Six rounds, paired shot, sense of
direction, in your own time, commence

Where's Maggie now?

Firearm practice.

Is she on her own?

They got any sense?

Look, Jake, what... Yeah?

No, nothing.

You all right?

Yeah.

Look, I've got a B in me bonnet. I'll
check it out. Where will you be?

Look, in the pub.

Under the nearest table.

Yeah, look, you've unscrambled it.

No, no, don't send it. Look, do me a
favour. Play it back.

Yes, over the phone.

That's enough. Thank you. I'll get back
to you.

You all right?

What happened?

Someone tried to run you over. Oh.

Old mucker of yours.

Thought we'd seen the last of you.

I'm like the proverbial pussycat.

Nine lives.

He just wasted a couple.

You worried about me, go.

Let's say I'll be less worried after we
got you all tucked up.

For what?

Attempted murder.

Attempted murder?

Leave it out.

I spotted an old colleague, took my hand
off the wheel to wave, and the bloody

car went into a skid.

I don't bear malice. Don't you?

But I've got a brief who's about as
friendly as an adder.

He'll sue you for wrongful arrest.

Got your voice on tape, Jack. A lot of
threats.

Not my voice, Gov.

I think the experts know what they're
talking about. They're not talking about

me, I can assure you.

You ever heard of a voice print?

We got one.

I'll see you in court.

Don't bank on it.

What are you?

Some sort of animal?

Send him out.

Sometimes I think I must be crazy.

When they get round to weighing me off,
what'll it be worth?

Two years.

With full remission, I'll do one.

Open prison.

It'll be a rest cure.

They don't like policemen, do they? Ex
-policemen.

Watch your back.

How do you feel?

A few minor cuts, bruises, abrasions.
Nothing serious.

Did I thank you?

Profusely. Do you know, I can't remember
anything.

Are you sure you're all right?

I'll survive.

Good.

You all right?

Peter took most of the locks. I'm fine.

I got you one in. What are you going to
tell us? Tell you what?

How you got on at the yard?

They've asked me to form a special unit.

And award you the OBE.

What for?

Out of bugger's efforts.

Well, that just about sums it up, yeah.

Consensus up at the yard is we've done a
good job, like a very good job. Team

effort. They want us to continue, only
in a different area.

When they say a different area, what do
they mean?

They want the detection and the
conviction rate improved.

Now, to get that, they need evidence.

And for that evidence to be of any real
value, it's got to come from an

incorruptible source.

Such as?

Such as an officer with a record of
integrity and reliability.

Now, as they see it, the evidence is out
there. And when it comes to rooting

around for that evidence, there's no
substitute for the officer on the

Is it undercover?

Jake, you interested?

Well, I'm allergic to blue surge.

Pete?

Yeah. Help me insert.

Maggie?

I'm listening.

Okay. I'll get a round in, and we'll
talk.

What is it?

I drew 50 up this morning.

Well, what's missing?

Ten. Oh.

You've been robbed.

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