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Lift the bell, sir.

Permission to suggest a game, sir.

We are playing a game, Dexter.

One we can play with you, sir.

What did you have in mind?

Get the door, Dexter!

Please!

Dexter!

Please!

You hide in here, Belen, and we'll
spring clean your rugby.

What's up?

He's visiting Bells on Peter's website.

Get him nicked. No.

I'm doing academic research on my
behalf.

And if I have time, baby boy, it's
yours.

Hey, Lucas, you've got family.

Likewise, after supper he took the cup,
and when he had given thanks to thee, he

gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of
this.

For this is my blood of the new
covenant, which is shed for you.

Go near with faith.

Receive the body of our Lord Jesus
Christ, which he gave for you, and his

which he shed for you.

Sunday. I'm sorry, sir. Do I find you at
prayer?

I'm not stirring on a Sunday for
anything less than murder.

Well, I've got a vicar who's a bit
cross. Will that do?

You're all right as me.

You're dead.

Yeah, I was, but... I've come back,
baby.

Were you aware, sir, that it's against
the law to shoot game on a Sunday?

Yeah. Time to go to the pub now.

OK, where's this stoppy vicar? Behind
you.

Are you the fellow in charge?

Around here. It's debatable.

One doesn't expect levity from a
policeman where firearms are concerned.

I want to show you something.

13 separate incidents.

13 separate complaints.

And what's been done about it? Sweet
Felicity Arkwright.

Last week, at the very point of
communion, just because the man's a

star... Have you actually spoken to Mr.

Mackay about this?

Maguire. Richie Maguire.

No. Can't get anywhere near the wretched
man. That's why I called you.

Bow down before the midnight addiction.

Absolutely.

Well, I used the word absolutely in a
purely private sense, meaning I've no

what you're talking about.

Airplane. The dead.

The addiction.

Same breath.

The iconography of my youth.

Richie, Esme, Franco, Mac.

Fucking tongue, sir.

Members of the band.

Little stars.

Huge stars.

I can't believe you.

You're taking the mickey on? Mm -hmm.

I'm not.

I've always wanted to see someone do
that in real life.

Joe, this is Esme Ford.

Oh, my God.

Where do you fit into all this, Joe?

Are you Richard Stewart? Oh, no, no, no,
no. I'm staff.

I'm the butler.

Bone, get on the floor to Franco.

Joe, ten minutes, then bring champagne.

Just think till we're clear enough.

More staff?

We're just one big happy family, isn't
we?

Ten minutes.

That's a great deal of time to explain
what's been happening to me for the last

35 years.

You reckon you can climb over them?

Not with you laughing at me, sir.

I know you're a fan.

You've let the paparazzi in. I won't get
my autograph.

Rock and roll.

Who are you?

I can't see that from here.

Can I let you in? Are you pressed?

Worse than that. Police.

Not too sure who let us in. A guy on a
scooter, possibly with a remote.

We've come to see Mr.

Maguire. May I hold that for you? No.

I'm afraid he's very busy.

So are we.

But a complaint has been made relating
to firearms.

And the word firearms obliges us to be
here on our day off.

Take this to Mr. Ritchie and tell him
the police would like to speak to him.

if, okay?

Would it be convenient for him?

Look, I don't suppose you've ever heard
of Esme Ford?

Get here, man, now.

There's some really weird shit going on.

Hey.

I got a bit of news for you, baby.

Hey, man.

I don't know who the hell you are, but I
believe you need a drink.

This is Inspector Lewis. I'm Sergeant
Hathaway.

Not many people say cool when we arrive
uninvited in their front room.

Well, it's not every day the beautiful
Esme Ford comes back from the dead.

Yeah. I'm sorry, but this is amazing.
Esme Ford.

God, I used to have your picture on my
wall.

I bet I know which one it was. It was
when I was wearing a top hat.

Yeah. And no bra.

Yeah.

But it was your voice.

Ah, well, they couldn't take a picture
of my voice.

Uh, first instance, sir, we have to
address an alleged misuse of firearms on

your property.

Ah, yeah.

That bloody vicar.

Well, I tell you why he's just seriously
pissed off. Because I refused to buy

him a new prong for his pretty little
shot. So why don't you take a pile of

these and tell him to buy two of them.

And leave me alone so that I can shoot
my pigeons.

The law says you can't shoot game on a
Sunday, sir.

Well, the law also says that pigeons
ain't game.

They're vermin.

And I can kill them round the clock.

God hates pigeons.

Tell him.

Do you know where I got married?

Yeah, for the pictures in the paper.

Nice looking girl.

Where is she?

She ain't here.

Oh.

That's all right then.

The axe man cometh.

Hello, Franco.

What key?

Come on, we used to do this. And quicker
than this.

That's not a note.

Everything's a note.

Shaking about somewhere between F sharp
and G.

Yeah, but what key?

Switch the throttle on that and we'll
settle for G.

The bitch with the pitch.

I preferred the dits to the pits, but I
never complained. No, you didn't. No,

you didn't.

Every interview you ever gave, you
always labelled me something.

Oh, that's because I never got the shag
off you, did I?

Heart with no heart, there's that sheen.

Everything's the band, Franco, but some
things, you know?

Girls got to keep a little mystery.

You did that all right.

But then for me to fake children and
death just for tax purposes, that really

would be too romantic for words.

I needed a break.

35 years, yeah.

Yeah, that would constitute a break.

Now you want back in.

They're reforming the band.

Look at me, Franco.

I'm old. I'm nearly as old as you, and
you're seriously bloody old.

Look, I'm calm.

I'm clean.

I can still sing.

I just cannot do it again before it's
too late.

Why not?

Why not?

How about this?

Your discretion would be appreciated.

Which particular aspect of the... The
Esme not being dead aspect.

Excuse me? Why, what have you done, you
naughty boy?

Vernon Popp.

Unto progressive rock, the godfather.

Slimmer than Marlon Brando, and with
better hair. I'm sorry, sir, but do you

have a reservation?

About this place? Deep and long
-standing, but somehow one keeps coming

doesn't one?

Bags are in the car.

They were huge.

Everything about them was huge.

Concerts went on for hours.

Richie on the drums and vocals,
harmonising with Esme.

Little brother Mac on the bass.

They fought like hell on stage. Real
fisticuffs sometimes.

Then Mac went off his rocker.

Brain fried with acid.

Esme flew off to Grenada and drowned
herself.

Never did find a body. Now we know why.

But she left a terrible letter
apologising for everything, begging

forgive her.

They were lovers.

Who knows?

Kept us guessing.

There was certainly a fantastic
chemistry between the two of them on

Mind you, she was pretty fantastic
chemistry all on her own, especially in

top half.

Couldn't make the London, you know.

Pigeon may be vermin man, but Richie's
still disturbing the peace.

There's a shotgun in an umbrella stand
which does not constitute locked and

fixed steel cabinet.

Recreational drugs everywhere.

Why would I want to nick them?

Give me an excuse to come back.

Someone's going to look after your
postal life, sir.

It's not the prettiest corpse.

Young man, Caucasian, 15 or 16.

Just about every bone in his body
smashed.

Where was he killed?

Not here.

No, his neck.

Tire marks.

On the body, not on the ground around
it.

Where are you going?

Home. Half a lake and salt sucker.

Yeah, only woman who can sing a chord.

Paul, how do you say that, man?

Old times, man.

You! Old times.

Hey, there's Kitten.

Hey, honey.

When did you get here?

Come on through, babes.

That's my baby daughter, Kitten.

You'll love her. She's studying music at
Oxford.

Music, music.

Real music.

Shock, horror, I've actually written you
an essay.

Good heavens, you've written me an
essay.

Well, there's a more generously funded
faculty I would send for champagne.

As it is, I shall invite you to put the
kettle on.

What's that you're listening to, Dr.
Williams?

Uh, Great Gates of Kiev, Mussorgsky by
way of ELP.

Ah.

Well, that's Keith Anderson on his wall
board.

Oh, that's not the sainted Keith.

That's the session man.

Tribute man?

Mm -hmm. Again.

They're excellent.

Well, they ain't the real thing.

Now, let's hear what you've got to say
about Bach, J .S.

Yes. Madam, but here in England, it is
10 o 'clock in the morning.

Enter.

John, the man.

We are fast approaching the cocktail
hour, madam, and here I am, trouserless,

waiting for you to connect me to your
head of marketing.

I'm afraid this is a non -smoking sweet,
sir. That is precisely why there is no

ashtray.

Now look what you've done.

The silly Californian tart has hung up
on me.

Sit down.

Sit.

I would greatly value your opinion on
something.

Look, this has to stop. I've dealt with
you.

That was last week.

Are you following me?

Pete.

Answer me, you bloody creep.

Well, that's not very polite.

You have teeth?

We have records and we have a match.

Name is Lucas Emerson.

Died on Saturday night, but don't ask me
exactly when.

Exactly when?

Earlier rather than later.

What is that?

Looks like paint. It is paint.

From a car.

Not unless they started painting cars
with hammer, right?

Anything from the tyres?

Tyres are standard on about 104
different cars, so that narrows it down

Look at those pacings.

What sort of parent allows their kid to
do that?

You're going to wish you'd never asked
that.

We're in place of putting an orphanage.
It's not an orphanage.

Redcrest Sanctuary is a unique
environment in which the dispositions of

can really come of purpose and self
-respect, says on the website.

An orphanage has a website?

At what point did you actually
acknowledge that Lucas was missing?

I prefer not to comment.

That's very annoying of you, Mr Bell.
Why are you saying that?

Well, it's a litigious age, Inspector.

I feel I should have... Yeah, I feel you
should have as well.

But it appears you didn't.

Look, everything that happens here, good
and bad, belongs to me.

If you've got Lucas and he's been
naughty, that's my fault.

Oh, we've got Lucas, Mr Bell.

Now all we need is his next of kin.

Lucas had a grandmother, Maureen Little.

Dad unknown, mother died a junkie,
granny disappeared off the radar, but as

happens, granny actually works for a
software giant in Slough.

She's never been told she's got a
grandson. It's dysfunction junction.

Why did that bloke, Bell, have to be so
shifty of him?

The boy who he was directly responsible
for went missing and then was found

grotesquely murdered. Doesn't look great
on a TV, does it?

The effort of not telling us something
was making him sweat.

Hammerite. Sir?

Get Hobson on the phone.

Someone's been scrubbing there.

It's been helpful if you called me in
earlier.

I haven't made a connection earlier.
Well, I can't be held accountable for

professional deficiencies.

Who's out there?

I want forensics all over that with
their little hankies.

Hobson, you're taking forever, man.

It's blood, isn't it? Is it human?

I bet you 50 quid is Lucas's.

It's offering an endurant, Doctor.
Bedrock of a happy marriage.

This is where he was killed.

He was climbing up there.

The vehicle ran the gate, knocked him
off.

He hit the floor.

The car drove over him again and again
to make absolutely sure that he was

The murderer got out, put the body in
the car, drove across town and dumped

Why?

What do you want here, Lucas?

What have these old rockers got to do
with a boy like you?

We may need to speak to your security
people, Mr. McGuire. Run through the

footage. We don't have security. There's
no cameras there.

With respect, sir, I counted 15 on the
drive.

Empty boxes.

Insurance people put them up.

To your knowledge, sir, was there any
disturbance outside the gates of the

estate on Saturday?

Oh, jeez, man.

I mean, the gates are there.

And I'm here.

That's a mile and a half between us.

So, to my knowledge, no.

We'd like to look in your garage,
please, sir.

You know what?

I like her, man. I just don't understand
why you got to here.

That's all I wanted, man.

Richie has nothing to hide from you,
pig.

Then he probably won't object to us
admiring his collection of classic

will he, sir?

What did you say your name was again,
man?

Louis.

I'm Sebastian Lewis, don't you think?

Found me tricky?

Tricky.

Will my wife folks in and all this when
she gets back from New York?

Man, we'll know tricky.

Hey.

Oh, Felipe.

It's cool, man. It's cool.

Now.

Sorry, come.

These gentlemen, okay?

To touch the cars.

Okay to touch.

Cool.

She sent her husband.

Not speaking English.

But he policies the cars.

And does whatever else needs to be done
around here.

So you're boots, guys.

Don't have murder weapon for poor Lucas.

Felipe, are any of these vehicles
damaged?

I think it's Zeta.

Patron sent to finding things on the
back of the sofa. I think it's Zeta. It

I always do.

How fascinating.

Does it work?

Sooner or later.

May I ask you something?

Do you have any idea what's bothering
Mr. Maguire?

Apart from having his house searched by
the police.

I think... A bit disappointed with your
daughter.

She's not particularly pleased to see
me.

And Richie always wants everybody to
love everybody all the time.

She's cold, sir.

Very. Didn't you know that?

Last year, he made a whole album of
songs dedicated to her.

Just him and the piano.

Did it in a week.

First work he'd done for 30 years. Just
poured out of him.

I don't remember that.

Recorded, not released.

Somebody who won't own up.

Wiped the tapes.

All those songs are lost.

Richie issued a rather intemperate press
release saying that he was going to

find the culprit and kill him.

Would you mind telling me where you were
last night?

I was with Bone.

We were screwing.

I wanted to prove to him that he was not
forgotten.

Before Richie, you see, there was Bone.

That's how I joined the band.

The sex was never outstanding, as you
can imagine, but it was obligatory.

And Richie knew about that?

I don't know. I expect so. Ask him.

So you were with Bone all night?

No, he fell asleep about midnight.

Then I went next door and screwed
Frankel.

And that was? To prove to him that he
wasn't forgotten either.

Have you ever come across a Luca
Thamerton?

Whoever he is, I did not screw him.

Or, if I did, I was not aware of it at
the time.

Anything else?

Oh, the cheerful promiscuity of your
generation, sir. It quite takes one's

breath away.

Believe this?

One quick question, sir.

The cubby box on your Land Rover.

Uh -huh.

What about it? It contained
approximately £20 ,000 in cash, sir.

Oh, yeah.

You seem unsurprised.

Pleasantly surprised. I wonder what I've
done with it.

You know that thing when you put a
sandwich down and you can't find it?

And you know you haven't finished the
bastard.

Excellent.

Oh, there you are.

Yes, ma 'am, you. Thank you.

Warrant.

Needless to say...

So in my experience with you, the
needless needs announcing through a loud

hailer.

This must be handled with extreme
delicacy.

If the press get it, the chief constable
is going to make my life very

disagreeable. And if my life is
disagreeable, your life is going to be

screaming hell. What am I saying here,
Hathaway?

You're saying it's preferable not to
alert the press, ma 'am. Your job is to

shout that in the inspector's ear
whenever he seems to be about to do

rash.

Richie Maguire contributes half a
million pounds each year to an

which will very probably look after you,
Lewis, in your declining years. Now,

that does not protect him from our
scrutiny, but it does afford him a

professional courtesy.

So the blood is a match?

Yes, ma 'am.

Well, just remember that this matching
blood was found outside Mr Maguire's

front gate, therefore not technically on
his property.

The body of this Lucas Emerton was found
on the other side of town.

Geography, Lewis, it is a factor. Eh,
well...

Does Lucas fit into all this?

He doesn't fit.

Right off to Slough.

Who's off to Slough? You are. Oh, goody.

Grill Granny.

Find out if Lucas contacted her.

I'm going for a wander in the university
park.

Richie tells me that's the place to find
his little brother.

He's still here?

Not as such.

Things that don't fit all my day.

Is it true you once set fire to your
brother Richie when he was unconscious?

Did I?

Bloody brilliant.

You don't remember?

No. I don't remember nothing.

Look.

It's directions.

I've been working in this place six
years, man, and I can't remember how to

here.

I wake up in the morning, and there's a
pile of dirty clothes on the floor,

and I think, what's that all about, man?

Who's are those?

There's a note in the bog that says,
you're a gardener, you

loser.

You still play the bass, man?

I play bass.

Hi, I'm looking for Maureen Little. And
you'll be representing which company?

What is that company?

I don't know.

Maureen Little, anyone?

Maureen don't work here no more.

She dissed me.

Why's that?

You don't show for work.

Two days running.

No doctor, no.

Get dismissed.

What about this guy? He's looking for
Maureen too.

His name's Lucas Emerton.

Can't park your car there, sir.

That's why you're wrong.

How was Mac?

Damaged.

Severely damaged.

Broke what's left of my heart.

Tell me about Granny.

Well, it turns out that she did indeed
work for the mighty J .C .N .B. until

last month when she was sacked for
consecutive non -attendance.

So where is she now?

Oh, we don't keep records on me, Neal.

God's sake, they must have got her from
somewhere. Well, a nice lady remembers

her house in Abingdon, so I proceed in
an orderly fashion to Abingdon, but no,

Granny, that's yours.

Yeah, Lewis.

Say that again?

You're looking for me?

Samantha Wheeler.

Vernon Ox.

I say, is that a sword stick?

One never knows, Dr. Wheeler, when one
might be called upon to prevent a

wrongdoing. How splendid.

Well, let's get this kettle on, shall
we?

I can think of nothing more agreeable.

Unless it's... A bit of martinis at the
Rando.

Seems like a nice place.

Tell me why I have the pleasure of
meeting you after years, it must be, of

corresponding by check.

This commission's rather special.

It concerns the addiction.

Again? Seems a bit odd.

I mean, I gave you my all for Beth Dove.

Specifically, Esme Ford.

Aren't you better placed? I just managed
the product, Dr. Wheeler.

I thought at the time that it might
be...

Prudent not to acquaint myself too
intimately with the ingredients.

People are dying.

Going to prison.

My private life is quite exciting enough
without all of that.

Anthony's life is extremely well
documented.

Your eye for the telling detail, Doctor,
renders your sleeve notes quite

invaluable.

Here's something you must take away and
listen to.

very carefully, in private.

Sleeve rolled up in a tube round the
bicep.

Puncture mark.

Syringe on the deck. Heroin in the
pocket. What do you call that?

Call it highly suspect.

So do I.

There weren't any other needle marks.

This man no longer had the habit.

Besides, God's sake, you're hiding a bug
to shoot at. What might you do first?

Lock the door. Right. Bit of privacy.

He was murdered, just like Lucas
Hamilton was murdered.

Right, let's get agricultural.

That guy came here once.

Certain member of the royal family in
his arm.

Bone looked him straight in the eye.

Today's cock, Michael.

Tomorrow's feather duster.

Jack, I went pipe ball screen for the
lemon. I never came back.

No.

It didn't do to play the big star when
the bone was around.

Made enemy.

Are you kidding?

who ever met him hated him.

I bloody hated him when he was my best
friend.

I need air.

You need air.

As a general rule... Mr.

Bond, there is so much going on in
London, London, London.

Where? Whereabouts, Hernandez?

Do we know what he was doing in Soho?

He is

selling things.

Memory things of the band.

Photo, autograph.

Little things.

Bone was a nice man, you know. It's a
pretty incendiary statement.

Well, everyone else is wrong.

He was kind.

I want to talk to you about your mum.

She's in New York.

Actually, you want to ask me what I
think about Edna Ford?

Well, she's a threat.

That's pretty clear.

She comes back into your father's life,
everything goes wrong, people get

killed.

What would your mum say?

About Bone.

Three cheers.

That had me.

No idea.

You're not writing that down?

No, it's off the record.

Did you know that Bone had £20 ,000 in
cash stashed under the passenger seat of

his Land Rover?

I'm kidding.

He was flogging memorabilia.

That really cheered me up.

What did he do that was so kind?

He baked me a cake.

Can I go now?

Don't.

It's a matter later.

My pride and joy.

All the crap comes out of the house and
the farm, down the soil pipes, and this

sweet little baby chops it all up.

Liquidize it.

Pushes her back into Mother Earth.

I love this thing, man.

I could watch it for hours.

If I was still dropping acid, I probably
would.

One night to drink.

A lot.

But otherwise, he was clean, man.

He's been clean for years.

I know.

What God took in his arm may or may not
be heroin. We'll find out.

But it was designed to kill him.

I think Bone went to that bar because
someone said he'd meet him there.

He had a few shandies. Went for a pee.

While he was standing there,

Bit unsteady, maybe.

The guy jumped him, stuck the needle in
his arm, and he bundled him into the

cubicle, wrapped the band around his
arm, and left him there to die.

Did you kill Bo?

Explain to me why I would do that.

Because he supervised the recording of
your solo album, and he copped it up.

Wiped the tape.

I had my idea as to what I was
responsible for.

wasn't born.

But if it had been, I wouldn't have
killed him for it.

What sort of man do you think I am?

I don't know, Mr. McGuire.

It bothers me.

Hey! You!

You little bastard!

Still making people welcome down the
farm?

Fifteen minutes I've been waiting.

And now you come.

Sandwich -less.

What happened to the other boy? The
pretty one?

I'm a police officer.

Oh.

You didn't happen to pass a pretty boy a
bearing a club sandwich?

May I come in, Mr. Ox?

I know you.

Yeah, darling.

You do.

You're not forgiven, Richie.

For what you did.

What was it I did, Mac?

I can't remember.

You are not forgiven.

You managed the band throughout its
entire career?

Yes. And now you? And now I what?

What did you do now for her to make a
living?

We've just established that I managed
the third best -selling group in the

history of British rock.

It would be a pretty poor show if I was
now obliged to make a living.

What do you want?

I want to know what went wrong between
the brothers Maguire.

Mac wrote a song called Counterculture
Blues.

Surprised? Well, it's credited to
Ritchie. Indeed it is.

Unfortunately for the luckless Mac, at
the time of composition, he was out of

his tiny mind on mandis, mandrax, the
relaxant du jour, popping them like

smarties. Curious situation.

He didn't even know he'd written the
song.

Ritchie did.

Copped it and put his name to it.
Royalty.

Forfeited. Throughout the universe in
perpetuity.

Millions, my dear.

Millions. The anthem of a generation.

Gone like smoke through the keyhole.

Wind -out addiction over at the park.
Digitally remastered. Sleeve notes by

Wheeler. Who's he?

She is the internationally acknowledged
expert on 14th century secular

polyphony. But she has a dirty little
secret.

She's crazy about the band.

She knows every damn last detail about
everything they ever did.

Sad for one of her standing, but jolly
useful.

It's the only thing about you that is
sharp.

I don't know what I'm doing here.

Where's Kitten?

Kitten here remembers.

She's at a university, man.

A student.

A university student, man.

I think I'm in tune now.

Let's play, huh?

The bit where you tell me the truth.

If you lie to me now, you'll regret it.

Have I lied to you?

You've been highly selective with what
you say and don't say.

You give the impression you just
materialize here.

What should I have said?

That you were delivered to the farm
gates by Vernon Ox.

Materializing was good showbiz.

People were impressed.

Thirty -five years ago, the band was
enthralled to me.

I was the enchantment that held us
together, made us stars.

Think of that girl in the top hat,
Lewis.

And look at what I am now.

If I'm going to do any enchanting these
days, I'll need all the magic I can get.

Now, Vernon may be a sad, fat old lech,
but he's not got a bit of fairy dust up

his sleeve.

If it looked like the band was going
to...

Get back on its feet that everybody was
going to be in the vibe.

Then I'd trundle Vernon out of the
wings.

That was the plan.

I saw you play in Newcastle City Hall.

I might have met my wife.

Is that a trick question?

Did we play Newcastle?

You did.

Are we good?

Better than good.

We could be again.

if one of you is a murderer.

If you want to talk to me, you're going
to have to wait.

I'm

Constance Fresh.

You know that. It's written on the door.

That poor girl.

She was close to Dr. Wheeler.

We're all of us close to our
undergraduates here.

Music is an intimate discipline.

Quite. If you don't mind me saying, I
think Kitten ought to be allowed to

home.

Surely she could be interviewed there
rather than have to sit in a room next

door to where her tutor was asphyxiated.

No, I agree with you.

Would you escort this young lady back to
her room?

I'll be along to talk to you shortly.

Can I borrow you a minute?

all right dr willie's computer is as she
left it neither of us can touch it but

could you tell just by looking at the
screen what it is she might have been

listening to is it rock no

it doesn't fit the sound of an amplified
band that would be all over the place

i'd say she was listening to a single
instrument guitar no something

more Constrained.

Somebody constraining themselves to
within a particular range of an

capability, say, sticking to within a
couple of octaves.

That would also tick the bell.

Doctor, we don't have any unusual
visitors recently.

Apart from Vernon Ox.

We had a business

arrangement.

But until yesterday, I'd never actually
met the lady.

Threatful.

Threatful.

Forgive me, sir, can anybody confirm
that you spent the whole of yesterday

afternoon here in the hotel?

Two people.

The barman and the beauteous bellhop.
But I don't know either of their names,

alas. And you came looking for Dr.
Wheeler to offer another job?

Yes.

Are you going to tell me what?

Do I have to?

On the whole, sir, yeah, you do.

Can you keep a secret?

Possibly.

Maybe. Couldn't promise.

I wanted her to prepare some materials
on Esme Ford.

For God's sake, tell me you've heard of
Esme Ford.

I know the person you mean.

And you may be astonished to learn that
she isn't dead.

My understanding was she committed
suicide.

Pizza theatre.

I stage -managed the whole bloody thing.

Esme didn't die in the Caribbean.

She wrote the famous letter dictated by
me on the balcony of her hotel room

overlooking the bay at St. George.

She got into a private aeroplane and she
flew to Venezuela with me.

Now she's poised to spring again,
panther -like, onto the world of rock

roll and devour it.

And those who survived are set to make a
great deal of money.

Some of them.

Those who remained faithful.

May I ask you, sir, have you recently
come into contact with a person widely

known as The Bone?

God, is he still going?

No, sir. He too has been murdered.

Who did this?

That's what we're trying to establish,
ma 'am.

The death of... I'm not talking about
death. I'm talking about the press.

The Chief Constable is endeavouring to
present rural Oxfordshire as a haven of

respectability and safety, and this,
Lewis, is not what is required.

What was that?

I didn't speak, ma 'am. You didn't.

And I heard you not doing it.

Who is that Rich has got his arms round?

Unknown family friend.

I think it's an unknown friend of the
family, ma 'am.

Out, both of you.

I want frolicking bloody bar lambs on
the front page of my newspaper.

See to it.

Ma 'am.

I made a considerable effort just now
not to show how angry I am. Yes, sir, it

shows.

Three dead bodies, she gets a gusset and
a bind about PR.

Our rulers live in a different country.

Why are we keeping Esme in the rats?
What's to be going from that?

It's time to think.

It's place to work.

The press has a spasm because some old
techie who worked for the band 30 years

ago spies on the bog.

Imagine what will happen when they find
out about Esme.

Right.

Samantha Wheeler, closet aficionado of
the band, garroted with a length of

Lucas, Bone, and Samantha, what's the
connection?

The band.

I think it is, but how?

Followering bloody Barland.

You got a minute, Peter?

Actually, no, I haven't.

I gather you're reading classics.

He'll appreciate the concept of the
rhetorical question.

Yeah, let's go to your place.

Do you play, or do you just collect this
stuff?

Okay, I have a lecture to go to,
actually. No, you've been to a lecture

you've just got back.

Let's not get off on the wrong foot with
you telling me things that aren't true.

You're blackmailing Kit McGuire. Tell me
about that.

Who?

She won't tell me what it is you've got
on her.

I think she's frightened of you. Okay, I
want a lawyer.

I'm sure you do, but I forgot to bring
one.

All of this stuff is paid for by Kitten.

She's lying.

Is she?

I haven't told you what she said yet.

You're a policeman, and you're not
actually allowed in college premises

the permission of the master or his
appointed representative. And you are

Woodrow.

I want you to know that I know, and I
want you to know that I'm going to have

you.

Doctor has found this in a wheelie bin
down the road from the faculty.

They're good boys.

Very thorough.

What's on it? Frisian skin, which is
what one might expect.

But there's also a very small quantity
of leather.

One doesn't play the lute wearing
gloves.

With garrottings, one must expect
gloves. The garrotter doesn't want to

their hands on a murder weapon.

I have three killings, Doctor, and
they're all connected.

Yeah, I think they are. And I'll tell
you something else about your murderer.

or she is very fastidious.

Kill the first one with a car, second
one with a needle, and strangle the

whilst wearing dinky little gloves.

Doesn't like the contact.

Well, it doesn't shy away from the
brutal deed.

It doesn't like the touch.

Well, the killer silences Lucas.

That's not enough.

The phone has to be got rid of, too.

And the killer thinks, blimey, there's
someone else I have to keep quiet.

And there was.

Samantha Wheeler.

What's the secret here, Laura?

I've been trying to imagine three more
utterly different people. How did they

all know they're so threatening?

And who else knows?

There's a rat.

Yeah.

Someone's been in contact with the
press.

And we must assume they still are.

Where's Esme?

Were you aware, sir, that at the time
I'd before joined the band, that she was

Bone's lover?

Were you aware that the Bone had two
false teeth right at the front?

That's because when I found out in 1969,
I punched him in the mouth.

We didn't discuss the matter further.
Not necessary.

Anything else while we're gazing into
each other's eyes?

Just before he disappeared, Esme Ford
wrote you a letter.

You don't say.

Do you still have it?

Spider, spider, spider, spider.

Don't touch it. It ran across my hand.
It was ginormous.

Tarantula? No, it was in the box.

There's nothing more.

It is migale.

Spider, like this. It can eat birds.

God almighty.

Felipe, he will catch. Is this okay?

Precisely what is going on here?

Caroline.

Baby.

How was New York?

You've been to New York, haven't you,
Richie?

It was like that.

Who's this?

This is the police.

Police? This is my wife.

It's all go since I've been away.

When did you arrive back, Mum?

I don't know. Does it matter?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Which flight am I need to check?

I never went to New York.

I was staying at the Randolph, where, as
you discover when you check, I was

obliged to keep an even lower profile
than I'd planned because that cretin ox

was there holding court.

Go on.

I wanted to give Richie the necessary
space.

I can always tell when he's building up
to an affair.

I never know who, but I always know
when.

And I just prefer not to be around when
it's actually happening.

He never lasts long.

He's like a dog, really.

He needs exercising.

Now, oh dear.

You've gone all po -faced.

Tolerance of infidelity isn't that
shocking, is it?

Why tell him you'd gone all the way to
New York?

To make him feel safe.

That way it might be over even quicker.

Why did you decide that now was the
right time to come back?

The idea of reforming the band, Richie
flailing up and down the motorway in

stupid truck for the next five years,
that...

I really don't want. No, the Ford woman
will have to go.

I can get you more.

Yeah.

Oh, Felipe.

Is there anybody through there?

Anybody there?

Okay, fine.

Whereabouts is the spider?

The... Owen?

How big?

Oh, Jesus.

I doubt I'm taking the custody on you,
do I?

Hope it's not indigenous to Oxfordshire.
Chief Constable wouldn't like that.

I want to love this particular creature.
Come some Venezuela.

I'll get someone to interview it other
than me.

Arachnophobe, Hathaway. Card -carrying,
sir.

So was Joel Ray. But who knew that?

Yet another thing we need to find out.

Any news from the shop?

Nice email from Reverend Armstrong,
hoping that whatever's going on down

will pay to all the banging on a Sunday
morning. Oh, and Kitten is being

blackmailed. What?

Fellow student, Peter Woodrow.

Blackmailed about what?

Well, she's not saying, but she's
obviously paying up with money from her

godfather. Bone.

Selling the family silver to bail her
out.

What is that?

Sculpture? You know nothing about life
in the country, do you? It's a

masquerader. It stinks. What does it do?

You don't want to know.

So, what about this student?

Peter Woodrow. I felt his collar and he
squealed for mummy. Very distasteful

piece of work. Even the sound of his
voice makes him look like a dry flap.

Idiot!

I just

turned

the power back on, by the way.

This is your one chance to be treated
leniently.

I know nothing about the spider.

This is Ratman. No, this is my superior
officer, Inspector Lewis.

Hello, Peter.

Let's talk about this kitten business,
come. Oh, for God's sake.

She just wasn't coming over with the
cash quickly enough, was she?

So you decided to put the fright net on
her. Who's that rager?

It's not a rager.

that Kitten didn't send the bone round
to you with a bloody great hammer.

Now, listen, it's in your best interest
to tell me politely what you did.

I can't hear you, Peter.

Kitten took me to the farm one night.

She'd had some mushrooms, OK? She had
some mushrooms.

I didn't. I wanted to stay straight,
make sure she would be OK.

She took me to the studio.

Richie... had been recording these
songs.

He didn't think she knew.

She knew.

She was so stoned.

She wiped the master. The whole album
was gone.

Straight away, she wanted to wake
Richard and tell him.

And I admired her for that.

You're a hell of a guy.

But I persuaded her not to.

You saw a business opportunity.

What I saw, okay, was Richie go bloody
postal the next morning.

Yeah?

Terrifying.

Hey, I've done what you asked.

Told you what happened.

You're in school, Peter.

You can't put your hand up for nicking
sweets and expect a pat on the back for

owning up.

So off goes Lucas to Slough.

In search of his gran.

But, unfortunately, she doesn't work for
JCNB anymore.

Dead end.

But there's a cleaner who remembers
Gran's address.

So, Lucas calls around. What does he
see?

Declan?

I don't know the answer to this, but
you're going to have to help me.

Find someone else.

Did Lucas describe this other person at
all?

He opened the door a millimetre, tells
Lucas he's got the wrong place, no woman

here. But he's lying.

Lucas isn't stupid.

He thinks, this man's hiding my
grandmother.

So what does he do?

What would you do?

Say sorry and leave, and then I'd take
him out in a minute. He'd have to have

her be in. Or follow him, thinking,
You're keeping Granny somewhere else.

Is that what Lucas was going to do?

We're going to nail the guy who killed
your friend.

Okay.

I give you my word.

You know what I'm doing?

Trying to think like more.

Does that mean we're going to the pub?

Lucas.

Bone?

Samantha. Richie.

Could he have killed Lucas?

Yes. Lucas might have been Richie's son.

Why would he have killed him?

Don't know.

Could he have killed Bone?

Yes.

Why would he?

Every reason not to.

I don't know very much whether he'd have
killed Samantha because he was still

under quarantine without helping the
farm.

I say still in the frame.

Me too.

Franco.

Could he have killed Lucas? Yes.

Why?

Don't know.

Bone, yeah?

Why? He hates Bone.

Franco hates everybody.

Felipe.

Mr. Up for grabs.

I suspect he was making too much money
out of people that want them dead.

Joe. You think she might have sent the
spider to herself?

It occurred to me, yeah.

Let's come back to here.

Max. Now, this is the man carrying
around the most appalling secret.

But I don't know what it is.

Unfortunately, I don't think he does
either.

Kitten. More secrets.

Who was that?

That was Vernon.

Vernon's gone.

Better not have done.

I've yet to have the pleasure.

This is not an aid to my digestion.

The quicker you answer our questions,
the sooner we leave.

What has Matt got to hide?

One really doesn't know.

What are the halcyon days of rock and
roll excess?

They're all at it like scissors on heat.

Except some of us did our scissoring
elsewhere to maintain our authority.

Always?

There was the one.

Franco? A bit pruney -looking nowadays,
isn't he?

And so bitter.

He was such a pretty boy.

Delicious.

Oh, come, come, come.

You can exchange silent looks of
disapproval to your heart's content. I

care less.

The addiction is mine. I put the band
together.

I named it. I bought the clothes.

I bought the deals.

The band was my creation, and it remains
mine.

I'm the Baron, and it's my monster.

At my touch, it shall live again, and do
my bidding.

Et blood, et cetera.

If anyone doesn't like the idea, they'd
be advised to stand well aside.

Because I'm coming through.

See that?

To me, it does not sound like face
-meltingly awesome blues -based prog

Sounds more like status quo whinging
about the biscuits in the old people's

homes.

You're getting this.

Gee, for God's sake, go and get Franco
back.

This is it. Tonight.

If this is as good as it gets, well, we
all go our separate ways. Finish.

Solo career, here I come.

Caroline would have me halfway back to
Venezuela by now if she hadn't asked me

to stay.

If we told you you could leave now,
where would you go?

Lancaster. That's a very definite and
rather unexpected answer.

I had the best time in Lancaster.

University. I read sociology.

There was a bar on the campus that I was
picked up by Boone.

What year was that?

Sixty -five.

Lifetime ago.

Where's Kitten?

She's in her room. She's safe.

Good.

I want her to be safe.

Why, Mac? Why does kitten matter to you
so much?

Because she's my daughter.

I mean, to allow oneself to be
impregnated by Mac McGuire could be

as youthful indiscretion.

To keep the child.

That speaks of a... deep... rooted
confidence, I now

cannot recognize in myself at all.

Father's junkie, that's okay.

Swap him for his big brother.

Raise the child with him instead. It'll
work out.

Does she know?

All this truth in circulation.

I should probably find out.

Best if I let her know myself, I think.

Poor Mac.

He never cared about counterculture
blues.

But Richie relieving him of his baby,
that was hard to take.

That's what...

I tipped him over the edge.

And Richie knows it.

That's why he's so crippled with guilt.

Any idea who sent that spider to Joe
Ray's?

I did.

I thought she was having an affair with
Richie.

Dr. Frisch, she said yes. To what?

Email I sent her asking whether the
pattern on Samantha Wheeler's computer

have been made by an unaccompanied
female voice.

Well, that is interesting.

Lancaster University.

Ha! Sir?

Look it up on that doodah of yours now.
I bet you 50 qu... Who's that?

He should have come in.

Complexion for the connection.

Might never get out.

I don't like people up for being black.

An idea, mate.

Funny man, yeah?

I have no sense of humour.

Everybody knows that.

These trainers for me?

Thank you, Declan.

Lucas and some secret shit.

Some of this he's had since he was a
baby, yeah?

Came with him, as it were.

Didn't know what it meant, but he hung
on to it just in case.

He'd have made a good policeman.

It's not your fault that he's dead,
Declan.

It's really important that you
understand that.

Helped me more than anybody else.

Anybody.

I've just seen Esme Ford talking to the
custody sergeant. Correct, ma 'am. I

asked Uniform to bring her in for
questioning.

In my world, not hers.

Nobody told me she was not dead.

No, ma 'am, it's all been a bit
confusing.

The good news is we've apprehended the
man that was in contact with the press.

Chauffeur, ma 'am.

Esme Ford returning from the dead is
quite a big story, Hathaway.

Yes, ma 'am, and so far we've been
successful in keeping it from the media.

New notes.

What do you mean, new notes?

What am I looking at? Show me. The Isle
of Wight Festival, ma 'am.

1968, backing singers.

These girls.

Why am I looking at two Esme Fords?

Exactly what I intend to ask her, ma
'am.

Maybe sometime soon, do you think, that
you'll condescend to interview your

detainee?

Before the duties list are lodged with a
formal complaint?

One moment, Mum.

All she's done since I got her in is
make one phone call with a Randolph.

Who'd she speak to?

If it is Esme's voice on that disc, I
want to hear it.

By whatever means.

The hotel switchboard cannot divulge
that information.

They'll find they bloody well can if I
go round there.

Not necessary.

I know who it was.

Oh, God.

I get so worried when you do this
inscrutable thing.

I don't know why she made the call.

So what are you actually going to do,
Lewis, now?

Now, Mum, I'm going to think.

You're going to think?

Yeah, Mum.

As a means of solving crime, it can
prove useful.

Sorry, I forgot my... You carry on.

Well, he just handed it over. Well, he
might have done. Had he been there?

Let's hear it.

I said, baby, why'd you have to go and
leave me that way?

Hard times, oh, baby. These are hard
times.

Hard times.

Hallelujah.

That's not Edmy Ford.

Tell me about...

Life on campus back in 65. I'm curious.

For the tape, please.

For the tape, I'm not disposed to talk
about life on campus.

Oh, I'm not surprised.

Because in 1965, there was no campus.

They were still building it.

Until 66, the only hall of residence was
the old Waring and Gillows Furniture

Factory.

For the tape...

Miss Ford is exchanging an anxious look
with a solicitor.

But you yourself never went to
Lancaster, did you?

Because you were a new note.

Stop there a minute. No, let's not.

The new notes were an all -girl backing
group led by Esme Ford, then an

undergraduate at Lancaster.

But also in the outfit was her little
sister, Maureen. I'm afraid I must

that we stop. You're going to have a
whole bonanza of insisting when I've

finished.

Look.

You are.

Right there.

I needed a magnifying glass to pick you
out, Maureen.

But take it from me, that is you.

Right next to Esme.

I just listened to that demo that you
made for Vernon.

And I heard the same thing that Samantha
Wheeler heard when she listened to it.

The voice of someone working very hard
to sound like Esme Ford.

Now, for the first time, I really am
insulted. Dr.

Wheeler told Vernon, she said, either
you're being conned, Mr. Ox, or you're

trying to con me.

Say something. Which was not at all what
Vernon wanted to hear.

So he went round and he silenced her.

Just as he silenced the bone.

Because the bone had also sucked you,
hadn't he?

He kissed you, he touched you.

You just didn't feel like your sister.

Eh, Maureen?

Isn't that right?

But the person who really worried you
was Franco, dear.

You had to phone Vernon and tell him
that you'd really blundered there. Why

hadn't he warned you?

And that's before we've even started on
the subject of Lucas.

Now, just listen to me, will you, Lewis?

I haven't the faintest bloody idea what
you're talking about.

The notion of Vernon going round
slaughtering people is just so

stupid, as big as belief.

Yes, we had a business plan, and yes, it
was a little bit deceitful,

but Christ's sakes, what have I ever had
in my life?

A daughter.

She died.

She was a junkie.

She left me, she lived in the streets,
and she died.

She died in childbirth.

To give birth in a shop doorway.

The child was taken into care.

Lucas was your grandson, Maureen.

Came looking for you to tell you.

And Vernon killed him, too.

Will you turn ahead at 10 .15?

Don't say it.

I won't, Martin.

But he's a bloody genius.

Go to the farm, then.

The whole world, my dears.

You think the addiction was once a
phenomenon.

This time round, we're going to take the
entire planet and put it in our pocket.

Whose pocket, Vernon?

Ours. For we shall all be wearing the
same coat.

Won't you get a bit sweaty in that?

Who's we? The band.

And its deserving dependents.

Those whom we love.

You are a funny bastard, Vernon.

One strives to please.

Let's walk.

Walk? Yeah, you remember walking,
Vernon.

That's how ordinary people move around
the surface of the earth.

What's the matter with you, Hathaway?
You're driving like a little old woman.

Time was you to call over a broken glass
to exchange a few fluids with me.

Those of yesteryear, darling.

Where have they gone? Yeah, yeah,
whatever.

Lifetime in the closet for me, man.

It's required a bit of stamina.

The truth is I've given up on sex.

No, the truth is sex has given up on me.

The hydraulic's a shot.

That's alcohol.

Jill.

My dear.

What red did you use?

Which makes me a non -functioning queer.

Your girl.

She got it seriously wrong trying to
shag me.

See, Esme tried it once.

The second fancies were memorable. She
would not have forgotten.

I could have blown the whistle on you,
and I didn't.

I was... Oh, what was I, Bernie? What's
the word?

Intrigued?

What are we drinking, Phil?

Impotent?

Don't be convivial, Vern, but this is
shit.

I thought you were this big -time
connoisseur.

You were the one.

You know, when twittering girls tell
each other, he's the one.

You were the one.

That's why I kept you secret all these
years.

And now, this.

Such a waste.

The rather odd note in the Armagnac is
preludin. Do you remember that?

Preludin. It's what would -be priapics
used to take before Viagra. I thought it

might be rather nostalgic for you, with
the added bonus that you might actually

die with a hard -on.

Yes. The downside of preludin is that it
does tend to make one feel rather

wobbly.

Now that is shit.

Vernon Ox, where is he?

Stay in the house.

Oh, fuck!

God, Joey, he has something awful.

Frankie was pouring into the machine.
He's incredibly drunk, and he can't get

out.

Jimmy.

You're in prison for the rest of your
life, Fox.

But before you do, you're going to buy
me a new bloody suit.

Is that necessary?

You lost the right to have an opinion
about anything the moment you drove your

car over that boy.

No.

Easy, baby.

Gun on the deck.

Hands in the air.

Sorry if you got some of that.

But it had to be done.

Right.

That's enough.

It means dead.

Yeah.

It's been dead a long time, Richie.

Would

you

see this gift to Richie McGuire?

Give it to my sister.

She... She sent it to me the night she
killed herself.

How's the food?

The food?

You live in the... You

live in the... In the college.

Yeah, I do.

So how's the food?

It's okay, thanks.

How...

How's things with you?

Mustn't grumble.

Yes, I am.

I'm a simple soul, chaps. Try not to
blind me with science.

Verna Knox was grooming Maureen Little
to become like her sister Esme, to walk

like her and talk like her.

She seemed very alike, but not quite.

Before he could get the whole con
rolling, he had to get the endorsement

or two people he thought were essential.

Samantha Wheeler.

But she's not a rat.

Vernon couldn't have her walking around
saying it was a fake.

And Bone wasn't buying it either.

What about the first murder?

The boy, Lucas?

Well, Lucas didn't fit in with the plot
at all.

The whole scam is predicated on the fact
that Maureen's life was empty. To have

Vernon take control of it might have
been a bad thing, but at least it was

something, giving her life some purpose
and reason.

Not as much as finding out she had a
real grandchild.

Well, whatever.

Ox was peddling by way of a fantasy.

I couldn't start to compare with that.

I just had to go.

Still, I was happy I got a glimpse of
the rock and roll life.

It's educational.

I know what it feels like to be Britney
Spears.

Will it stop you dressing like her on
your days off?

Probably not.

It's another thing I shall need
counselling for.

I spent all afternoon in a lake of crap
with knives in it, saving your presence,

Doctor. I haven't even begun on the
matter of compensation.

Would you settle out of court for a
pint?

What do you think I am?

Thirsty? Two pints.

Done.

Do you agree?

Oh, pull yourself together, Lewis.

You're only young once, and that was a
long time ago.

I'll buy you a drink. You can bang on
about how perfect everything was in your

day.

And I say, buy you a drink.

I should point out that I don't actually
have any cash.