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So is this really what you do to relax, then, dear?

Joan! Well, doesn't it remind you too much of work?

How do you mean? All those bodies you dig up.

I've never dug up a body in my life, Joan. Oh, come on, not even one.

No, not even one, I swear.

I felt like burying certain people, though, now and again.

Oh, yes? Who?

No one you'd know.

Well, I'm not stopping. I just brought you these.

Oh, cheers, Joan.

It's very good of you.

Waited on hand and foot, eh?

Hiya, Golden.

This is Joan.

I'm Maisie's housekeeper.

She often talks about you. Oh, does she really?

Says you've got organisational abilities second to none.

Oh, well, somebody has to take her in hand.

The question is, who's going to help her take this lot in hand?

I'm making progress, aren't I?

Got a fungal infection.

Oh, dear.

Pythophora infestans.

Devil to eradicate.

Good luck.

Keep them.

Oh, what a kind man, dear.

Oh my God.

Not tonight, George, please.

You're joking.

Bit

of

a mess, eh? We've been home five minutes later.

Is Mrs Dacre OK?

Not good, apparently. She's been held a lot of fumes.

He's gone to the hospital with her.

What has happened?

Some kind of petrol bomb, I reckon.

Hello?

You disgusting, perverted little... Who is this?

Get lost, you dirty -minded little... No, I said get lost!

the torrent of filth like that and then tell me you're sorry.

No, I'm going to hang up now, right, and if you ring me back once more...

I

wish I... She's in a bad way.

She's a chronic asthma addict.

Well, that smoke hasn't done her any good.

I hate to hassle you with a load of questions now, but have you got any idea

could have done this?

I've got more than an idea.

I know.

Who?

A bloke by the name of Jimmy Murphy.

Who's Jimmy Murphy?

I had him sent down for armed robbery years ago.

He was released from Wandsworth a couple of months back.

He ate my guts.

He must have put away loads of villains for stretches like that.

What makes him so special?

When he was sentenced, he told the court he'd do for me when he got out.

Well, that's not so unusual either, is it?

Maisie, believe me, it was him.

Why are you so sure?

Because I bumped into him in the street a couple of weeks ago.

His face.

Never thought he'd do anything like this, though.

Where does he live?

You're a detective.

You'll have to find that out.

Just get him charged.

Get him back inside again, fast.

Because if anything happens to Sylvia as a result of this, I'll do the same for

him.

Made me feel sick.

What did?

Helen had a dirty phone call last night.

It's not funny, Mickley.

What did he say?

To identify injury, he rang back to apologise.

Did you do 1471?

Yeah, I got the number.

Right. Well, you can check that out.

Because creeps who arrest women shouldn't be allowed to get away with

Daisy, Violet Gordon -Digg has arrested me. He's in the flying squad.

Thanks, sir. Anything useful?

Well, nothing to explain why he was so convinced that it was Murphy.

He had an accomplice in the post office, John.

Who was that?

A bloke called Kevin Holder. He was released from prison recently, too.

It's all a bit murky, but there was a rumour that Gordon verbaled Murphy.

Claimed he made a confession at the time of his arrest.

Was it accepted in court?

Yes. This was before tape recorders.

Was Murphy guilty?

Sure, but today he'd probably walk free.

telling me that Gordon was bent, are you?

For himself, never of it.

For the job.

Ma, I've got Murphy's address from the probation service.

Good.

Let's see what he's got to say for himself then, shall we?

Sorry to bother you.

D .I. Rain, D .C. Kipriano, Bessemer Street.

Is Mr. Murphy in?

Yeah. What is it?

Just a quiet word.

Jimmy. Please.

What do you want?

Could you tell us where you were last night, Mr Murphy?

Yeah.

I went out for a drink.

What's all this about?

We're investigating an incident which took place in Muircroft Road yesterday

evening. What kind of incident?

Suspected arson attack.

Arson? And why are you talking to me about it?

We understand that you know the owner of the house.

A retired police officer. Mr Gordon Dacre.

Dacre?

It's nothing to do with Jimmy.

Say, you went for a drink. Which pub did you go to?

I don't remember.

A few.

With your mates?

What mates?

What mates am I supposed to have after nine years?

I just wondered.

That's all I do at night.

That's all.

Anything.

Then you can do to be out there again.

You didn't wander anywhere near Muircroft Road, did you?

No. Who told you to come for him?

Dacre.

Bastard.

Hasn't he already done enough to us?

He nicked you for armed robbery, Jimmy.

Yeah. Well, it was one thing for Dacre to wreck my life. He didn't have to

hers as well.

What do you mean?

It doesn't matter.

Just leave us alone, will you?

If someone had a go at Dacre, it wasn't me.

All right, then. Yeah, go. Thank you.

Thought you'd be at the hospital with Sylvia.

I would be if there was anything I could do for her.

Besides, I needed you.

She understands.

Gordon, Jack Freeman told me a bit about the Murphy case.

I did nothing that wasn't justified.

He was guilty.

You know the old woman that ran the post office had a heart attack and died not

long after the raid?

Would it have been right to let Murphy get away with it?

So how exactly did you nick him?

I had information that Murphy had been involved.

He admitted it, for God's sake, and the courts accepted it, Maisie.

What about the bloke who did the job with him, Kevin Older?

Older wasn't responsible for what happened last night. We need to consider

possibilities, Gordon.

You can't just presume someone's guilty and get them banged up.

I thought you were on my side.

I am.

But we have to have some evidence.

You're wasting your time.

Why are you so sure?

There's something you're not telling me, Gordon.

I've told you all you need to know, Maisie.

Excuse me.

Not much of a life. Beds for the night and spends her day in Cardboard City.

Seen told hasn't done as well as Murphy since his release.

The broker who runs the hostel says he hasn't seen him for weeks.

Living on the street?

Probably. So where next?

We'll ask some of the residents who live here, see if they know him.

Murphy's wife was pregnant at the time you nicked her husband, wasn't she?

She lost the baby. They blame you.

You've no right to go pestering Sylvia. State she's in. She volunteered at

Gordon. But what she didn't know was exactly why Murphy's missus lost the

What happened, Gordon?

I had information that Murphy was responsible.

So I went to see him.

He wouldn't admit it, so I threatened to nick his wife if he didn't come across.

Knowing she was heavily pregnant?

Yes, and it worked.

Murphy fingered Holder.

I went to Holder's and found the sawn -offs they'd used in his loft, wrapped

plastic bags.

I dusted the bags, and up comes Holder's and Murphy's prints.

Didn't need a lot else, did I?

So all you needed was a confession from Murphy to tie things up nicely.

That's who right it was.

He pleaded guilty at the trial, did he?

Of course not.

Said he'd been verbaled up.

That's par for the course, isn't it?

Give him the chance, they all say that.

Trouble was, after he was arrested, Murphy's wife got ill.

Very depressed.

Lost the baby just before the trial.

Now, that really would be a reason for him to hate you.

But if he wanted revenge on me, there was no need to hurt Sylvia, was there?

I wish you'd told us all this before, Gordon.

Who grassed up Murphy?

That's not relevant.

Just go and arrest him.

So it was Murphy.

Maybe Murphy did do it, but we still haven't got enough evidence.

And our only other suspect, Holder, probably weren't even in London at the

Which leaves us where?

Which leaves us, Mallory, still trying to find the perpetrator of a very nasty

crime.

Helen, I found out where your perfect phone call was made from.

Where? Payphone in Bengal Street.

Just round the corner from me.

Do you want to make this official?

Not yet.

It might not happen again.

Well, listen, in case it does, at least connect this

to the phone, will you?

Let him talk for a couple of minutes, then very calmly tell him you taped him.

You'll frighten the life out of him.

Hello? Hi, Sonia.

No, I'm fine. I thought it was someone else.

Of course I'm coming.

I'll pick my ticket up tomorrow.

Yeah? Yeah, OK.

OK, bye -bye.

Bye.

Hello?

Now, listen, you.

No, no, I'm not going to tell you what I'm wearing, and I am not going to take

any of your filth.

Do you hear me?

Oh, oh, right. So what's this?

Another apology?

What do you mean you don't like to frighten me?

Why pin me and come out with all this abuse again?

What problem?

No, look, look, just begin at the beginning, will you?

This wouldn't have happened if you'd done your job properly.

We are doing our job properly.

All you have to do is pick Murphy up, lean on him a little bit.

We've been to his flat.

Did you pick him up?

No, he wasn't at home.

His wife said that he went out late last night. He hasn't come back.

Surprise, surprise.

We'll find him.

How? Can I put an advert in the evening paper?

If Murphy did do this, I promise you I'll nick him for it. You can't make

promise, Maisie, because the truth is you lot are fighting with one arm tied

behind your back these days.

No, Gordon.

The truth is, I'm doing my bloody best for you.

And not just because it's my job, but, believe it or not, because I actually

like you.

Yes?

Thank you, George.

I'm on my way.

They picked Murphy up a few minutes ago outside his flat.

You'd better not let him slip through your hands this time, Maisie.

Stop mucking me about, Jimmy.

Where did you get to last night?

I told you. I went for a walk.

All night?

No. It was with me in the evening.

At home?

Yeah. We went to bed around midnight.

He got up around two.

Two in the morning and you went out? I didn't look at the clock.

Look, what time was the attack on Dacre's house?

Sally, we're asking the questions.

I bet it was before two, wasn't it?

Mum?

Yes, Helen.

We found some cans of petrol and glass bottles in Mr Murphy's garage.

I bet suppose they made me an art in it.

What were they for, then?

Petals for me bike.

I don't know about the bottles.

Garage is full of junk.

Look, Sally.

I understand you're trying to cover up for him.

It's the truth.

I know how you both must feel about Dacre.

Losing your baby. No, you don't.

You haven't got a clue.

I didn't attack his house last night or try and sort it the night before.

You check me fingerprints, check me clothes.

You do any tests you like.

Oh, I ate the bastard's guts. If he got run over tomorrow, I'd be happy.

But I didn't do it.

Have you got that?

The trouble is, I don't know whether Murphy's telling the truth or not.

There's no forensic. There's nothing on his clothing. We found petrol and some

bottles in his garage, but that doesn't prove anything.

We don't know if petrol was used in the first attack.

We haven't heard back from the lab yet.

Yeah, that's frustrating, I know.

Anyway, I've got you the information you requested.

The man who grasped Murphy was a bloke called Roy Wilkes.

He was up to some pretty serious charges himself.

And Gordon said that he would try and get him a light sentence in return for

information.

That was a promise that he was unable to deliver.

And Wilkes went down for a very long time.

You'd better get on to him, then.

Seems he's out of Nick now as well.

Thank you, sir.

You heard the man. Go find Wilkes.

He's out seeing this type of woman every night.

And your mother doesn't know?

No. He leaves us running the shop while he's... Look, I'm sorry about that.

So you keep saying that. Doesn't it excuse it? Oh, no. I just keep thinking

about it.

My dad and this other woman.

He's sick.

Sick. I hate women. I hate them.

I think it's your dad you hate.

Weird bloke.

Bloke? I bet he's no more than 16.

Young as that.

Don't forget I've got one at home.

They all try and sound older than they really are.

I've got to certainly account for his ignorance of female anatomy.

What's that about female anatomy?

Another 16 year old.

I'm looking for Roy Wilkes.

You don't mean Richard, do you? No, I was named Roy.

He'll have a job.

He died a few months ago.

Oh.

Richard still lives there.

Works up at the factory.

Shall I give him a message?

No, that won't be necessary. Thank you.

G .I. Ryan?

Mum? Hi, it's George.

Roy Wilkes is dead.

Terrific. Well, at least that's one we don't have to waste time on.

Thanks, George.

I've got this school trip at Easter.

I don't want to go.

Why not?

Dad won't be there when I come back.

Are you sure you're being rational about this?

How long did this call for?

Ages. So, the first call's made from here.

Second from another phone box there.

Both locations no more than a few hundred yards from your flat.

Exactly. Scary.

I think the boy's the one that's scared.

And he works evenings in his mum and dad's shop? Yeah.

There are loads of shops in our area, Sarge.

What's this?

Helen's heavy breather.

Where are you up to with that? I'm pretty sure he lives near me.

Make it official, Helen.

If he rings again, we'll pick him up, just like that.

We think he's a kid, Gav. Plus, he's in some kind of trouble.

He'll be in trouble if I get hold of him.

Mum, that was the warden at the hostel Kevin Holder used to stay at. He's just

turned up.

Right, Mallory, let's go.

Sorry?

Holder. He's the other bloke in the Dacre case.

What I'm telling you is that that bed was my bed and still is my bed.

I expect you to make it available to me at all times until I give you leave to

do otherwise.

So you can get back in there and tell the new incumbent to go and stuff

Kevin Holder?

What of it?

We'd like to talk to you about two serious incidents.

What incidents?

I think it's best if we talk down the station, don't you?

I'm not going anywhere.

Calm down, mate.

Hi, I'm Chal.

Gordon Dacre.

Remember him?

Dacre? Of course I remember him.

You think I'd ever forget that bastard.

Were you anywhere near Muircroft Road last night or the night before?

Someone had a go at him, have they?

That's the best news I heard all year.

Yeah, I was there.

Of course I was there.

Come on.

Arrest me.

We don't want to arrest you, Kevin.

We just want to talk to you, mate.

Changed your mind at all?

So you don't enjoy any young male stuff at all?

Okay, thanks.

Busy tonight?

At the shop?

Yeah, fairly.

Shall you run it on your own, or get anyone to help you?

Are you looking for a job?

No, no, I was just wondering if you've got any family to help.

No.

Do you think we should start one?

Not just yet.

It was me!

Are you deaf?

I'm telling you, it was me.

Get off, you. Hey, this is an expensive jacket.

Well, we've finally got a confession.

He'd confess to being Jack the Ripper if you asked him.

Hi,

Lisa. Oh, hi.

Helen. You come for your ticket?

Yes, thanks.

Contact starts at 7 .30 sharp.

Are you all going?

Of course we are. Three -line whip.

I take your poor singing.

You bet I am.

Grace Murray's had him up at the church rehearsing all hour the last few weeks.

I keep telling her, don't flatter him. He already thinks he's God's gift. I

should have been there half an hour ago. Bye, sweetheart.

See you, Ellen.

Bye. Oh, thank goodness you're here, son.

Top Leaf have stacked themselves with you. Shop looks half empty.

Hi, Brian.

Anything else?

No, thanks.

I'll see you at the concert.

Bye.

I just don't believe it's sad.

I know that family.

We've been going to the same church for years. I mean, the idea of Paul being

unfaithful... Yeah?

...was inconceivable.

Well, it happens, Ellen.

How well do you know the song?

Not that well.

It just always seemed normal.

But you didn't... Cheers.

You didn't get a phone call last night after we saw you at the shop.

That doesn't prove anything.

Try and find out if he's going on a school trip at Easter.

Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose I should.

Well, the results of the fire service investigation at Jacob's house, the

accelerant wasn't petrol.

What was it?

Amyl acetate.

What's that when it's at home?

No, it's not the kind of solvent you keep in the house. Well, not in large

enough quantities to start a fire, anyway.

So how would someone get hold of it?

Well, not that easily.

It's used in the manufacture of cosmetics.

That's what they make at Gordon Dacre's factory.

OK, then, Tony, tell them I'll let them through.

All right, cheers.

Is Gordon Dacre around?

Er, no.

D .I. Raine, Bessemer Street.

And you are?

Richard. Gordon's gone to the hospital. He had a phone call about his wife.

Is she OK?

I think she's taken a turn for the worse.

That's all we need.

Maybe you can help us.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, what can I do for you?

We're looking to see if the liquid used to start the fire in his house could

have been obtained from the factory.

Uh -huh.

Do you know anyone who may harbour a grudge against him?

I don't think so.

How about ex -employers?

Has Gordon caught anyone nicking anything?

Well, yeah, loads of stuff goes walking out of here, but have those people been

sacked? Maybe prosecuted?

Yeah. Any names?

You'd be best talking to personnel. Shall I take you over there?

You go, George.

I'll go down the other side.

They're transferring her to intensive care.

She's reacted badly to the treatment.

Gordon, we may have a new lead.

The chemical that was used to start the fire, it could have come from your

factory. What?

Can you think of anyone there who might have a grudge against you? I've told you

it was responsible. This has got nothing to do with anyone at the factory.

I think it could be.

Well, you're wrong.

I'm sick to death of all this pussy -footing around.

If you want evidence against Murphy, I'll get it for you.

I'm golden.

It's time somebody sorted this out.

CID? Mallory?

I think we might have a problem.

I want you to get round to Murphy's place.

Got anything?

Yes. There's more than a dozen people been fired for stealing as a result of

Gordon's vigilance over the past few years.

That doesn't surprise me.

Tracking them all down's another matter. It could take days.

I'm not sure we've got days.

Sylvia's really ill.

Gordon's in a right state.

He could do anything.

Like what?

Take the law into his own hands?

He might.

I've sent Mallory round to Murphy's and someone else round to Gordon's, but I'm

worried, George.

Excuse me?

Sorry, Mum.

Do you think Mr Dacre's likely to come back here later?

Sorry, I don't really know about his shifts.

Ask Wilkinson.

Richard. The lad that works with Gordon over at the security porter cabin.

Cheers. Richard Wilkinson.

Yes.

Not Wilkes.

No.

OK, thank you.

What's up?

Well, when I went to find Roy Wilkes and the neighbour told me he was dead, she

also said... He had a son that worked up here.

Why didn't you tell me this before, George?

He's meant to be until ten, but the bloke on the gate reckons he's gone

You got his address, I take it?

Yeah. Good.

Come on.

Listen.

Hi. Hiya.

Come and join us. Thank you.

Hello. Hello.

Nice. Fine.

Where are the kids?

Over there.

Brian tried to cry off, but I wouldn't let him.

Didn't he want to come?

He was working all hours to make money to pay for his trip.

But I told him his dad expected him to be here.

A school trip?

Mm -hmm.

It's about to start.

One, two, three, four.

I feel like praising him.

Hang on.

Come in a minute.

Go on.

Called it a bad time, have we?

Naturally, I'm proud to receive the commendation.

But to be honest, I didn't really think about the danger.

Just did my job.

And at the end of the day, that's what we're here for.

I'm telling you, I felt sick.

I've been feeling awful all day.

You won't get into trouble without prescribing off work a few hours early.

No, we just want to ask you a few questions.

How long have you known Gordon Laker?

A few months, that's all.

And you get on OK, do you?

Yeah, very well.

You were telling me earlier how he often likes to talk about his time in the

police.

Yeah, he does. He's a real laugh.

Bet you were a bit upset when you found out about his ass being attacked.

Yeah. That's the last thing if you're not up to a mate, eh?

Yeah.

What is this?

What's your full name, Richard?

Richard Anthony Wilkinson.

You're quite sure about that?

What do you mean?

What's your dad's name?

Why do you want to know that?

Just answer the question.

What was his name?

Wasn't Roy by any chance, was it?

Yes. Roy Wilkes, not Wilkinson?

Yes.

Tell us about your dad, Richard.

You're the heart of my contentment Hope for all

I do

going to be taking a short interval now during which time raffle tickets will be

sold. So please be generous and with luck this concert will raise enough

to buy a new sound system as well as new central heating. Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

I'm not sure Brian's enjoying it so much.

He looks fine to me.

I think he's got a problem.

What problem?

Maybe we can talk about it after the concert.

Another time, Helen. I've got to take Grace home after. Her car's broken down.

This is important, Paul.

What's important?

What's going on between you and Grace?

Nothing's going on.

Got told my daddy could get him off for seven, three years.

He ended up inside for eight.

So you wanted your revenge?

After he died, I got a temporary job working at that factory.

I didn't know who Dacre was for a while.

Then I found out.

I had to work on security so I could watch him.

I just kept dreaming of how I was going to get back at him.

He used to talk all the time about criminals, he didn't know.

I kept wondering if he'd talk about my dad.

No, he never did.

He just wanted to go on about what he thought were his successes.

But he never mentioned the people he's damaged.

And you thought that gave you an excuse to vandalise his greenhouse and put a

firebomb through his door?

Risking his wife's life.

I just wanted to get at him.

I never meant to hurt her.

I'll see you later.

Paul, you and I have to talk.

Brian's been making it seem so awkward.

What? To me.

You're serious? Yes.

I'll kill him. Don't you think you should get your own act sorted out

What are you talking about?

He's doing it to get attention.

He's upset because he says you're having an affair with Grace.

Mind your own business.

Whatever relationship you're having with Grace, Brian knows about it.

So, one, I suggest you get your life sorted out.

Two, I suggest you thought up Brian.

Because he's in danger of getting himself into real trouble.

Game booked in, will you?

Yes, ma 'am.

Could have nicked him 24 hours ago if I had mentioned about Wilkes having a son.

We've worked at the factory.

It didn't seem that important.

Police work is like a marriage, George.

It's all about communication.

In fact, if we were a couple, I'd be demanding counselling now.

Please, Mum.

Anything but that.

Let's give Murphy the good news, eh?

Jimmy?

Yeah?

DC Mallory's back from Australia.

Yeah, what do you want?

I have to warn you that we think Gordon Dacre may be looking for you.

And where is he?

We don't know.

I suggest you go inside and stay there till we've located him.

Please, the matter's in good hands.

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

You haven't learned, have you?

Get off me, Dick!

All those years inside, and you'll know why.

I wasn't to be messed with then, and I'm not to be messed with now.

You...

through that door any second. And when they are, you're going to tell them the

truth. You don't know what you're all about!

You nearly killed my missus. Do you know that?

I didn't! You know that?

No,

no, no, no, no, no.

Golden, leave him!

What? What, he's just about to go?

Tell him!

Tell him you nearly killed my missus! I didn't! I didn't! He's telling the

truth, Golden. Let him go!

He's lying!

Gordon, let him go.

Stand back.

Tell them.

He's got nothing to tell, Gordon. It wasn't him.

It was Richard.

Richard? Richard Wilkinson.

What? Roy Wilt's son.

He did it because you promised his dad a lighter sentence and you didn't

deliver.

I tried.

I know.

Please, let him go.

You swear it's true?

On my life.

You

stupid,

stubborn, pig -headed old bastard.

There you go.

I came to say something.

You've said that before.

Yeah, I know, but I mean it this time.

Has your dad spoken to you?

Yeah. He told me he wasn't having anything.

Do you believe him?

Yeah. He told me he'd been pretty stupid, but not as stupid as me.

Yeah, he's right.

Have you got any idea how lucky you are?

If I'd done anything officially... If anything like this happens again, ever

again, there'll be no let -off. Do you understand?

Yeah. Yeah.

Thanks. Just you behave yourself from now on.

You all right?

Yeah. I don't think he'll do it again.

What a naughty boy.

I've just phoned to Jimmy Murphy again.

He says he doesn't want any charges brought.

Why not?

He's got nothing to do with charity, I can promise you. He's still got the

But when I reminded him what a miserable experience going back to court would

be, he realised he couldn't face it.

Thanks, Maisie.

I'm afraid we won't be able to keep Richard Wilkes out of court, though.

I suppose not.

You're not feeling sorry for him, are you?

He nearly killed your Sylvia.

I know.

But I do.

How is she?

On the mend.

Well, you'd better get off and see her then, wouldn't you?

Are you sure?

Go on.

You're not getting off scot -free, you know.

You can help me sort out my allotment.

We'll call the community service, shall we?