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Well, we seem to be
getting into deep water.

- I don't know why.
- Don't you?

No.

Leave him!

SEAN: What about the
woman? GERRY: What woman?

The RSPCA Inspector. She saw us.

Some little shit is dead
and he shouldn't be, right?

What matters now is that our son walks
away from this without ruining his life.

TRIGG: A crime that
happened a long time ago.

A crime that has happened exactly
the same way now as it did then.

(Meows)

I've always admired the way animals
fight to protect their young.

(Alarm bell)

JACK: George.

George! Come here!

Yeah?

I suppose there is no
doubt that it was arson?

The Chief Fire
Officer thinks so, yes.

But we need Forensics, Jack.

They should be able to get into the
reception now. That's where the fire started.

Right.

(Horn)

I suppose you'll want a statement.

Well, you have been conscious for at least
ten minutes, so we ought to get started.

No jokes.

Laughing is what hurts.

Hey, come on.

Come on now. You're doing so well.

Unless they're charged, we're
going to have to release them.

Mrs Moorhead is lucky to be alive.

I don't know how she feels now
about being the only witness we have.

(Retches)

Ah.

Hello. It's Sophie,
isn't it, and Joshua?

I'm Inspector Frost, Jack Frost.

Is she all right, Mr Frost?

Well, yes, she's going to be fine.

Erm, you guys go and see
Mum. I'll catch you up.

- Yes, she's right down the corridor on the left.
- Thank you.

- Allen Moorhead.
- Oh, how do you do?

I gave the kids an edited version
of what happened. Is she all right?

Yeah. She's going to be fine,

but the line between that and what
might have been was pretty close.

Was this fire an accident?

Erm...

No, we don't think it was.

I gather you're a friend, as well. Christine
won't think that's any of my business,

but we've got two children,
whose safety makes it my business.

Yes. Of course.

Well, Christine will fill
you in with the details.

I'm afraid that I must be off.

- Nice to have met you.
- And you.

Bye-bye.

So, if you'd just like to
check through all the details,

make sure it's all correct
and sign at the bottom, please.

What do you want, Mr Salmond?

Don't worry, Inspector. Not you.

My car has been stolen. Last night.

Really?

Well, quite a lot
happened last night, then.

Something I should know about?

You judge.

There was a fire
at the RSPCA Centre.

The Fire Brigade
tell us it was arson.

So, if Mr Berland hasn't been
in touch with you, he will be.

Is that an accusation, Inspector?

Mrs Moorhead was in the clinic,
last night, when it was firebombed.

Now, they called him the Cat Killer.

Not because he killed cats, no, no.

No, because he used cats at least
twice to get his victims to stop.

Yes, yes, I know all that, Trigg.

Yes, I'm just cranking up my motor.
It's a long time ago, you know, 20 years.

- 22.
- What?

It's here. Look.

JACK: Daniel Ruckman.

Where's Daniel Ruckman now?

Well, it was another two
years before he was caught.

He'd killed two more women by then, though,
but that's all I've got on the computer.

Daniel Ruckman. Died 21
st April 2003. Broadmoor.

Transferred from Leeds in '98.

Ten years to work out
he was barking mad.

Well, it looks like
you were right, Trigg.

We've got two crimes that are the same
as something that happened years ago.

- Three. TRIGG: What?

If Mr Trigg is right about the attack on
your car and the smashed kitchen window.

Hm.

All right. Get me everything you
can on the underpass, the Cat Killer

and the attacks on officers' cars.

All right?

Oh.

And see if there's anything about
something being written on a windscreen.

Like what?

Like a death threat.

George! There was a kitten
where Philip Headen was killed.

- Where is it?
- I don't know, Jack.

Well, find it!

Gerry Berland has been
trying to reach you.

No charges against his son or the
other boy. They're due for release.

- He wants to know why you're not on it.
- That's not all he wants me on.

- I don't want him on my back.
- All right.

- Anything on the car, Greg?
- No. And I don't have high hopes.

- I hope Berland is paying us a lot of money.
- Greg's problem not mine.

But he is a problem. Certainly doesn't do
much for the reputation of this practice.

Since when has that been
any concern of yours?

Well...

I hope it soon will be, Alice.

Neil! Call over tomorrow.

A party.

The RSPCA.

Berland has an alibi?

His house was burgled.

And he made such a fuss that
no-one from CID was turned out.

So his alibi is Georgie Toolan.

Be careful about making
it too personal, Jack.

That's a weapon his
lawyer will use against us.

Why would I want
to make it personal?

(Car drives off)

Hello.

(Dials number)

Hi, Maxine. Christine Moorhead.

Emergency!

Let's say my hair "needs some
attention". Can you come to the house?

Oh, great. Oh, you're an angel.

Thanks. See you then. Bye.

He's had someone following my
kids, Jack, photographing them.

Berland is not going to get
away with this, Christine.

He is not, I promise you.

I made a decision. Nobody would intimidate me
out of telling the truth about Brian's murder.

But it's not me I'm
afraid for, Jack.

Not now.

All right, Marek?

She shut up, right?

Ah, she shut up, all right. It's a surprise,
though, she hasn't been shut up for good.

You remember the brief? Yeah?

A small fire. After
the place was empty.

- The job is done.
- Yeah.

I think you've been sampling too
much of the merchandise, my old son.

You should take a
holiday, Marek. Eh?

Poland. See the family.

By the way...

Here's a wee bonus for you.
It's one of the Taliban's best.

Knock yourself out.

So, George, we've found Mr Salmond's
pride and joy, then, have we?

Yeah. Someone tried burning it out
by the Fernside shopping centre.

They weren't very good at it.

But it's not your
average nicked car.

Huh?

The keys...

were still in the ignition.

And this.

50 grams of cocaine
found in the boot.

(Whistles)

The car also matches the
description of a hit-and-run

that's put a four-year-old
girl in hospital.

She's in a coma.

That's it. That's the car.

Are you sure?

It was only a moment, but
I can still see it now.

You know who did it?

This car was reported stolen the night
or the morning before the accident.

Now, we have this car.

If there are any traces of the
bike on it, we know it's the one.

It's not just about finding the car.

It's about what was in it.

I'd just bought some coke - quite
a lot - and it was in the boot.

Oh.

- You... left it in your car?
- I was out of my tree.

- Alice, I don't even remember getting home.
- Do I want to hear this?

- If they think the drugs are to do with me...
- Why would they?

Criminals steal cars. They...

...use them for crimes.

Well, I would have to prove that I was at
home, that night, and that I never went out.

You expect me to lie for you.

I'm not saying they
could prove anything,

but, surely, it's better for all
of us, if they don't even try.

The question of what I would
be doing with that much coke...

A mugging. A murder.

And a bike rider who's
into ancient history.

Your ancient history, Jack.

And now a death threat?

Words on a windscreen.

It doesn't put us in a position
to make a link, does it?

Well, if we hadn't lost
the evidence, of course.

I was in no position to do a forensic
examination, last night, was I?

Anyway, whoever is doing this knows
a lot about you, you specifically.

And now a man is dead.

What about the RSPCA? Is there any
way this could be linked to Berland?

No. No.

Berland is too
clever to threaten me.

Trigg is right. If the death threat does connect,
it will be with the mountain-bike attacks.

Jenny and I are trying to find a link
between the original attacks 20 years ago.

Yeah, but there was no
link, then, was there?

They both gave you a hard time.

There was a lot of criticism of CID.

The criminals went on
to commit similar crimes.

To kill.

There was a feeling
things were missed.

I'm not saying it's true.

Maybe it was.

I mean, it wasn't Denton
CID's finest hour, was it?

Or mine, either, come to that.

The attacks on officers' cars was never
solved. Not in the same league, but...

Still a failure.

Someone's rubbing your nose in it,
Jack. That's the nearest I can get.

No.

It goes deeper than that.

- We're investigating a murder.
- I know we are, Jack.

And, until it's proved otherwise...

...l'm taking it that
this death threat is real.

The cat is about five months old.

Anything distinctive?

No.

If we had an Abyssinian, a Persian or a Russian
Blue, you could start with a list of breeders.

This is all moggy.

I couldn't guess how many of these
are born round Denton in a week.

Dumped. Drowned. Thrown out of cars.

And, occasionally,
given a loving home.

(Clicks teeth)

Would it have been bought?

Probably not.

Oh, but this was.

Most cats don't even get a collar.

A big pet shop would sell
dozens of dog leads in a week.

They wouldn't sell one
of these in a month.

- Could I...
- Oh.

...take it like that?

Thank you.

I thought you were going
to get your hair done.

(Mouths)

No barrier. No CCTV.

Easy enough to steal
a car from here.

Especially if you leave
the keys in the ignition.

Hello. Here he is.

Ah, Inspector.

Hello.

Not bad, eh? Living above the shop.

Yeah, well, only during
the week, you know.

So, good news? Found the car, then?

What's the damage?

(Music pounds from car stereo)

(Switches off engine)

I thought you didn't want
anything to do with Sean any more.

If Sean and I didn't do anything,
we should be behaving like we didn't.

- According to Mr Berland.
- You do everything he says?

Why not? You do.

What time did you arrive home?

Er, just before nine.

With my girlfriend.

Alice Parmenter.

- She can vouch for that, can she?
- Yeah.

I don't mean to come the
heavy-handed solicitor,

particularly when you
found my car so quickly,

- but why am I being interrogated?
- A timeframe, Mr Salmond.

Right.

Well, like I said, we
got back just before nine.

I didn't leave again the next morning
till ten, when I saw the car was gone.

So the car could have been stolen
that night or the next morning?

Well, I guess.

Did you know that there was nearly
L2,000 worth of cocaine in the boot?

Er, no.

No, I...

So it was stolen for a crime, then?

I guess.

But they dumped the car with the drugs in it?
That's a little... That's a little odd, isn't it?

Well, the car was also
involved in an accident.

A serious hit-and-run that put
a little girl in Denton hospital.

She's in a coma.

Her mother and father are praying
that she'll come out of it.

So, what I need from you, Mr Salmond, is
evidence that your car was really stolen.

All right, everybody?

Get some drinking in there.

Sean?

What are you doing up here?

Come on. It's like
a wake down there.

A wake?

Yeah, that's cool, Dad.

Oh, son, come on, come on.

Put it behind you. Come
on. Put it behind you.

You don't need to think about
this stuff again. It's all right.

Come downstairs.

There's hardly anybody here.

What did you expect?

Mates to rally round.

It's what people do
when there's trouble.

You're confusing
"people" with "us", Gerry.

Most people don't have a
party when a boy gets killed.

Oh!

Aloo gobi.

Or "gobby", as some people say.

Bombay aloo.

Well, you can't have enough potatoes, if
you're having Indian, that's what I always say.

Prawn Madras

and...

ch... icken Madras.

Ah, now for the rice.

Lovely.

What's the matter?
Don't you like Indian?

We don't usually have it in quite
such large amounts, Mr Frost.

Right. Well, look,
call me Jack, please.

- Is that your real name?
- No, my real name is...

William, but don't tell your
mother, because she'll be using it.

Wow!

Right. Let's dish up, shall we?

Right. Yeah. OK.

Could you go and get Josh for me?

Yeah. Yeah.

Thanks.

He's, er, upstairs.

Upstairs? Right.

Follow the noise.

- (Football crowd chanting)
- OK.

What's going on now, Mum?

Nothing. I... I...

I've been working with Inspector
Frost. He's been very kind to me.

I see.

This is all part of a community
policing scheme, is it?

(Giggles)

...the goalkeeper throws it out...

Oh.

Dinner's ready.

- Mr Frost.
- Hm?

You know the fire at Mum's work?

Yeah.

Well... she says it was an accident.

I don't believe her.

(Switches off game)

Look, you won't get on very well with
us if you don't tell us the truth.

Well... with me, anyway.

Would you like me to
get on well with you?

Mum will want you to.

(Music pounds from car stereo)

Ah.

Well, at least we know who has
been following Christine's kids.

Petrol.

Tar.

Sugar.

How do you set fire to
the RSPCA Clinic, eh?

That's as close as you're gonna get to
the forensic analysis of what did it.

Yeah.

Who was he?

Well, he rented the
room as Josef Malkovich.

The landlord thought he heard him
speak in Polish on the telephone.

His name in the driving
licence is Marek Lisowski.

Lisowski?

Look at this. Cause
of death do you reckon?

This bloke worked for Berland.

So, do we bring Berland in?

No.

No, no. Not yet.

I don't want him to
know about Lisowski.

Not until we know more.

Now, you didn't investigate
Mr Berland's burglary, did you?

Mm-hm?

When I turned up, it was all
he could do to stop laughing.

Yeah, well, I know, but, you see, you
didn't interview the neighbours, did you?

There was no forensic.

No dogs.

(Camera whirs)

Very often, it's not for a while after the burglary
that people realise what, in fact, has been taken.

If you'd like to look at this list
that your husband gave Sergeant Toolan.

There's nothing else,
Inspector. I wasn't even here.

- Gerry...
- I'm sure he's filled you in.

What's the meaning of searching my
house? I mean, where's your warrant?

We're investigating a burglary, sir.

You asked for CID involvement
and, well, here we are.

We don't need a search warrant to
investigate a crime scene, do we?

- Just going upstairs, guvnor.
- Yeah. Good. Carry on.

But they didn't go
upstairs, did they?

Ah, but you don't know.
You can't be too sure.

I wouldn't want you to feel that
we weren't taking this seriously.

Yeah. Right. Well, I
mean, it's no big deal.

I was... I was a bit upset
on the night, that's all.

It was actually Sally I
was... worried about, you know.

Being in the house on her own.

Right, love?

Well, she seems to be holding up.

Listen, Inspector Frost, I
appreciate what you're doing.

But they were in and out in minutes.
I doubt you'll find any clues.

Well, the way we handle these things,
sir, is that it sends out a message.

To the villains.

That we're serious.

Guvnor! Upstairs.

Excuse me, sir.

They were in the drawer. The dog got
them as soon as he walked in the room.

It's probably Ecstasy.

Tut tut tut.

Oh, dear. Drugs.

Ecstasy.

You do realise that these are a Class
A prohibited substance, don't you?

Oh, well, of course you do.

Are they Sean's?

Or are they yours, Mr Berland?

My client is not prepared
to answer any questions now.

He'll give a statement later, at which
point, he will answer your questions.

I hope it won't be necessary
to take him into custody.

Even a successful prosecution
will generate no more than a fine.

Think about it, Sean.

All of it, I mean.

Think hard.

Stupid toerag! I ought to beat the living shit
out of you. There are more intelligent dogs.

Get in the car.

Gerry...

Listen, I'm...

I'm getting a bit uneasy.

About what?

- What happened to Christine Moorhead.
- That's got something to do with me?

- I didn't say that.
- Then what are you saying?

I'm going to find it very difficult to represent
you, if the truth becomes... too unpalatable.

Look, you are involved in a lot of things that
people might find unpalatable, including Frost.

Now you just remember that.

Ah, George,

What have you got on Salmond's car?

We've got footage of it on
the bypass before the accident.

Yeah?

- There's no doubt how erratic the driving is.
- Oh. Good.

We're trying to work
backwards from there.

Any news on the girl?

Still the same.

Do you think it was him?

I know he's lying.

- Jack.
- Hello.

I've had a chance to look at
Lisowski. He was a regular heroin user.

He injected shortly before he died.

What? An overdose?

He wouldn't have thought so.

What do you mean?

This wasn't just any heroin. This stuff was
so pure that a normal dose would kill anyone.

Now, I don't know
where Lisowski got it,

but if dealers are selling this in Denton,
you'd be picking bodies up off the streets.

- Could it have been bad luck?
- No.

Well, it's possible it was bad luck
or incompetence, but it's unlikely.

I'd say this stuff
was designed to kill.

Right. Your mother says I'm not allowed to
kill you. I don't normally follow her advice.

I'm gonna give you a break, this
time. Listen up. Here's the scoop.

There are a lot of things that are difficult in
this world, but you just have to deal with them.

There's two types of people. Right?
There's scum and there's us. Scum do drugs.

- Nobody in my family...
- You sell the bloody stuff!

That's because it's my
business, Sean. Right?

Nobody questions me about that.

If I see any sign of this again, you're gonna
be carrying the bruises for a month. Right?

It's for your own good, son.

Yeah?

Sean?

Come on.

Let's talk about
something else. Yeah?

What about the two of us going on
holiday? What about going to the States?

- Yeah, all right.
- Yeah, all right?

Yeah. All right. Come on.

That's it.

It was the last three
months from the Met.

It was a man they wanted in
connection with two suspicious deaths.

They were both drug dealers.

The man was foreign.

Hold on. I'm getting there!

Oh, Jenny, come on. Can't you come
and give him a hand, crank him up?

I only do ancient history. Sorry.

Pity.

- Try two months, then, Trigg.
- Yes. I've got it.

Yeah.

A body found in Tottenham.

A body found in
Chiswick, by the river.

Same heroin.

And a description of the man
wanted in connection with.

Right. Let me see that.

Yes.

You see, according to this
description, this could be Lisowski.

I'm off to the Met.

Jack?

Ah, well.

- It's been a long time.
- Yeah.

- Do you want to come up?
- Er, no.

I want some information that
you may not want to tell me,

for all sorts of reasons that you
are going to say are "operational".

So I think it's better if
we were off the premises.

We didn't have a name,
but that's the man.

He was a fixer for Berland.

Then he disappeared.

We had a witness who
thought he might be Polish.

So we wondered whether,
maybe, he had gone back home.

And he was only in Denton.

Yeah, well, he was off our radar.

You ought to be looking at the range
you're getting on that radar of yours.

Yes.

Well, we still can't get enough
evidence to put Berland away and...

Well...

He's making it very
hard for us to track him.

So, it's all
needs-to-know stuff, is it?

He's no joke. You know that.

I've got a dead body that I
think Berland is responsible for.

I've got a friend who
is lucky to be alive.

I've got a dead boy, who wouldn't be
dead, if Berland didn't live in Denton.

Now I intend to make my problems
his problems and bang him up.

He should be inside already,
considering the Met's resources.

That's what you left
us for, wasn't it?

The bright lights?

We have had the chance to put
Berland away for a couple of years,

but there is no point doing that if
you leave his infrastructure intact.

Oh, his infrastructure.

That's a word you never
learnt at Denton nick.

I would be grateful for anything
you've got on Berland, anything at all.

You wouldn't have had the job that you've
got if I hadn't given you the thumbs-up.

You don't think they took your word
about how good you were, did you?

No. They picked up the phone
and spoke to your guvnor.

Jack, I'm not in a position to give you
any information which we're still active on.

(Sighs)

But you will, though.

Won't you, Sam?

Look, I know Frost.

He thinks I was driving the
car, he thinks I hit the girl

and he thinks the drugs have
got something to do with me.

- He's right about that.
- He's not right about the rest.

Greg, I have given you an alibi. What else do
you want? You're a solicitor, for God's sakes.

If there's nothing the police
can prove, then there's no case.

Sorry. Sorry. It's just...

I'm wound up about Gerry Berland,
too. He is playing a dangerous game.

- We shouldn't be involved.
- We're not.

Whatever he's doing, we don't want to know.
You're his solicitor, not his bloody priest.

You're right.

You're right. Sorry.

You'll be fine. Don't worry.

Right.

You know, sooner or later, you're
gonna have to tell him about us.

I'm not entirely sure there's an
"us" to tell him about, Dafydd.

Well, that side of things doesn't
matter much, anyway, but...

We did have a chat about
a partnership for me.

I haven't forgotten.

Good.

Some things are easy to forget, Alice, but
some things do just keep popping up again.

(Monitor beeping)

We don't sell many. Mostly, it's people with real
pedigrees who buy them and only certain kinds.

Siamese. Burmese.

- Did you sell this one?
- I'm sure I did.

And not very long ago, either.

A week or ten days.

- Do you remember who bought it?
- Very well. A woman.

Was there anything distinctive?

She had a fantastic mountain bike
outside. I'd give my eyeteeth for it.

Oh.

Now, you say when it feels right.
It doesn't matter how long it takes.

OK. Well, I have a
picture in my mind.

It's not as clear as I thought.

But I can see the hair
and the face shape.

- Can we start with that?
- Mm.

All right, George? How did you get on
with the photofit? Anything worthwhile?

(Sighs) I don't know.

What do you mean?

Well, we've got a likeness.
We've got a very good likeness.

If it's right, that is.

Well, is it someone we know?

Like I say...

if it's right.

(Car door slams)

All right, George.
You get round the back.

(Buzzer)

The back door was open.

Oh. Right.

Well?

It doesn't look as though
there's anybody here.

There's a mountain bike in the yard.

I'd say it's the one
the pet-shop woman saw.

All right. You check upstairs.

Jack.

Hello.

You'd better come up here.
You'll need to see this.

JACK: Eric Edwin.

Jenny is Eric's daughter.

The last time I was here,
she was eight years old.

Cuttings. Files.

It's all about you.

And the photographs of you...

have all been defaced.

(Mobile rings)

GEORGE: Hello.

Yeah.

Yeah. Thank you.

Jack, they've found her.

If we move any closer,
she says she'll jump.

The only person she'll
talk to is you, sir.

Pity about my vertigo, innit?

I knew there was something.

I mean, I didn't
recognise you, but...

You were always familiar.

When I was a kid, I
loved the sound of sirens.

I thought it was Dad
going to catch robbers.

Dad and you.

Yeah. That was a long time ago.

I never meant to kill
the man in the lane.

He wasn't meant to die.

No, I know.

But you did the tyres and
the window, didn't you?

That doesn't matter,

but the woman in
the underpass, Jenny.

You could have killed her, too.

It was just to show you.

Show me what, love?

I didn't know what to do when
the job at Denton came up.

It wasn't an accident.

Dad sent me.

Mum's gone now.

Six months ago.

She was never the
same after he died.

I knew I had to find a
way to make you remember,

like he remembered all the bad
things you did to people you hurt.

Dad knew.

I made a mess of a lot of things.

I admit that.

He didn't deserve what you did.

Jenny, your father and I were
good friends for a long time.

I remember that.

I made a mistake, because
he was a good friend.

I ignored things that I
shouldn't have ignored.

Being a policeman was his
life and you took it all away.

He wanted to find a
way to pay you back.

Jenny, you were
only eight years old.

You didn't understand
what was going on.

You didn't understand that
what he was doing was wrong.

I understand what you did.

He was planting evidence on people.

Liar!

Whether they were innocent
or guilty, that was wrong.

It's not true!

And some of those
people were innocent.

He trusted you!

Jenny...

there are people you can talk to.

There are people who can help.

You don't have to jump.

That's it.

Very good.

That's good.

Stay where you are, George!

I don't need to jump.

But you will.

One way or another.

And if...

If I don't jump, you
will shoot me. Yeah?

I don't like heights,
you know, Jenny.

I get very frightened of heights.

In fact, I'm terrified of heights.

Stay, George.

Now!

(Gunshot)

Get an ambulance. Quickly!

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

(Siren)

Poor devil.

He spent his last years
following everything that I did.

What for?

Evidence.

He was hoping that he'd discover something
that would get me kicked out of the force.

Like he was kicked out.

I mean, look, he's
got it all here, look.

Newspaper cuttings.

Letters. He's got
hundreds of letters.

Look at 'em all.

Look, there's one here. The
Chief Constable's Office.

The Police Complaints Commission.

MPs.

The Home Office.

What about Jenny?

The bullet broke her
thigh bone. It'll mend.

You know, I used to come
home, sometimes, with Eric.

Here. To have a meal.

I'd read her a bedtime story.

She was always laughing.

She was so happy.

Why did you do this to her?

As soon as school's over, I'm gonna get a
cheap flight somewhere hot and sit it out.

I'll be starting at Oxford in
September. You'll be going off to Hull.

Well, depending on the results.

- Are you expecting a disaster?
- Hm.

I'm not you.

- Mrs Moorhead could have died.
- Well, she didn't.

So, she's a lot better off
than Brian Shanklin right...

- I never meant...
- Does it matter?

You did it. But you got a break.

Take it. People are afraid of
you, you can do what you like.

- Even murder.
- I just...

- I can't get Brian out of my head.
- I can.

I need to talk. And
Dad won't talk about it.

What I need is never
to see this place again.

And you either.

Jack, I think I've got
something on the hit-and-run.

A postman. He saw the car about two
miles from where it hit the girl.

Does it give us anything new?

It was stationary. But the car door was open and someone was leaning out
- a man.

- Postman thinks he was throwing up.
- Right.

The man had his head out the driver's door,
that's why the postman couldn't see him.

There's no description
- dark clothes, possibly a suit.

Not your average joyrider, then.

He also thinks there was someone
else in the car, possibly a woman.

But again, there's no description.

Ms Parmenter reckons that she spent
the night with Gregory Salmond.

- There's no alibi if they were both in the car.
- Hm.

Hello. What is this?

What does that look like to you?

- Sick.
- Exactly.

And if that belonged to Gregory
Salmond, we've got him bang to rights.

Scoop it up, George.

(Footsteps)

SALLY: Sean?
- (Knocking)

Sean, open the door.

Hi, guys. You left
these at my place.

I don't know how you'll do
your school work without them.

Sorry.

Had to be in Reading.
Thought I'd drop them off.

Thanks, Allen.

- Coming in, Dad?
- No, no. I'm late.

- See you, Dad.
- Bye.

Can we have a drink sometime, Jack?

"Jack" all right?

No big deal. Just, you know, kids,
and you're going to be around now.

- Yeah, all right, whenever you like.
- I'll give you a bell.

I can't believe Allen had the nerve.

How dare he do that?

Oh, I guess he had a point.

The least he could have
done is speak to me.

I'd have told him what I
thought about it, as well.

That's probably why he didn't.

He's on his third partner.

If I mentioned wanting to vet
one of them he'd go berserk.

And now he wants to interrogate you
because we've been out a couple of times.

- He seemed nice enough.
- Yes.

He can be.

Anyway, I had a very nice evening. I hope
I did all right. With the kids, I mean.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, you did.

Though, I have to say,
I was a bit preoccupied.

You didn't tell me
someone tried to shoot you.

I did hear about it.

You... don't want to talk about it?

It's just that it's
all rather complicated.

And I just wanted to get
some fresh air tonight.

And I got it. Thank you.

(Mobile rings)

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Frost.

- This better be worth my while.
- Were you busy, Jack?

- Yes.
- Come and look at this.

The evening before
the hit-and-run.

Gregory Salmond had an
unlikely acquaintance.

Berland's fixer, Marek Lisowski.

Almost worth it.

(She sighs)

They er...

They took a DNA swab from Greg.

Giving him an alibi doesn't seem
such a good idea now, does it?

I don't recall you
having a better one.

You know, I'm wondering if you might
have to own up to lying for him now.

What does that mean?

Well, when it comes to the crunch, you
might just have to admit that you lied.

Because you love your man, but you
can't keep on when there's a child...

You bastard.

Frost knows Greg asked you for an
alibi, it's like an admission of guilt.

Case closed.

According to Darwin, it's what a
billion years of life is all about.

Survival of the bastards.

- Jack.
- Mm?

It wasn't Salmond
puking out the car.

It's not his DNA.

Oh!

So, we got a car that was burnt out on a piece
of waste ground behind the shopping centre,

which you need a car
to get to or from.

Or a bus. Or a train.

Ferndale Station, it's
just over the road.

All right, try the station and the
buses. Take a picture of Salmond with you.

But you...

I know that we don't think that he was
there, but he's not telling the truth about...

Look, just bring him in!

JACK: First, 50 grams of
cocaine in the boot of your car,

given to you by one Marek Lisowski.

Who was employed by Gerry Berland.

Lisowski was murdered.

You were the last
person to see him alive.

Second, we have a witness
who saw a couple in a car

that hit a four-year-old
girl and put her in a coma.

There is no alibi if Ms
Parmenter was with you.

She wasn't. We were at home.

Oh. All right.

Let's start with the cocaine.

It was... It was for friends. It's for personal
use. I wasn't making any money out of it.

Oh, right. You're just
being Mr Helpful, then?

Look, the way drugs are treated puts
the trade into the hands of criminals.

- Ordinary people just want a recreational drug.
- Really?

Oh, well, don't worry about all the dead
bodies from here to South America, then!

- It's the law that needs changing.
- Oh, is it?

We'll have to see what we can do.

All right, come on. What
else did you do that night?

I'd been drinking, I wanted to try
some of the stuff, so I went to a pub.

I had a couple of shorts,
a bottle of wine, and...

and then I went to the loo
and I did a couple of lines.

Stone me! You were lethal
and then you drove home!

I know I got back safely.

It's just where I woke
up the next morning.

That's a funny way of
looking at it, isn't it?

I blacked out. I don't remember getting home
or getting to bed, but I know that I did.

The next morning the car was just gone.
I was not driving that car that morning.

Where was Ms Parmenter?

She wasn't there. She...

She's been lying to try and help me.

Well, Mr Salmond...

apart from the possibility of jail, I
don't think you'll practise law ever again.

This is Inspector Frost
terminating the interview.

Right, that's it. Go on, off you go.

I said off! Go on, out!

Right, you got the cocaine
from Gerry Berland, right?

Come on, if I testify against Gerry,
I won't be practising anything again.

I don't want you to testify.

I want something off
the record, anything.

And if you help me get what
I need, I could help you.

Forget ethics. Think of survival.

It's a farm in Hertfordshire.

Organic vegetables, and they
import from all over the world.

You know, French beans and avocados
from Kenya, that kind of stuff.

- Oh, and it's Berland's business?
- It's a holding company.

Berland doesn't appear to own it and
there's nothing connecting him to it.

Well, what's his involvement?

I'm pretty sure it's his money.

- Why?
- It's where he trains his dogs.

Ah. Right.

So, what about this deal?

Well, if this leads anywhere, I'm sure the CPS
will look sympathetically on the cocaine charges.

- Of course, there's no real evidence, is there?
- I mean about the girl. The accident.

Oh, yeah.

Well, according to the DNA evidence, it's
most probable that you weren't involved.

- I'll keep you informed.
- What?

You lied to me. You
implied that you...

You never once asked how she was.

Did you know that?

- Ah, Jack. Good.
- Hm?

On the hit-and-run, we found a taxi driver
at Denton Station who dropped a couple off.

- Guess where.
- George, I'm in no mood to play games.

Salmond's office. And from the description
of the woman, it could be Alice Parmenter.

All right, Greg - Mr Salmond - did ask
me to say I spent the night with him.

I did it without thinking.

But I wasn't there.

That's not quite true, is it?

Hm?

You were there.

Cos you went to see Mr
Salmond with Mr Mansell-Smith,

because dear old Greg,
he supplies the drugs

that the police
stupidly make illegal.

You've got a key, haven't you?

- Yes.
- Yes.

So, do you know what I think?

I think that you let yourself
into Mr Salmond's flat,

where you found him
unconscious on his bed.

You got what you wanted.

Whether he brought the drugs from the car or
they were already there doesn't really matter.

But then you both stayed the night.

Because next morning, Mr Mansell-Smith
decided he wanted to go for a drive.

Mr Salmond, he thought
that his car had been stolen

because he had left his keys
in the ignition, but he didn't.

You knew where they were.

You were covering
yourself all of the time.

I can place you and Mr
Mansell-Smith on a train.

And in a taxi that dropped you
both off here the next morning.

And when I have taken a swab, I will
have the DNA of Mr Mansell-Smith,

who threw up outside
Mr Salmond's car

minutes before it knocked down
Caitlin Callary and drove away.

And that's just the
beginning, Ms Parmenter.

You were in the car.

You were the passenger.

No.

Dafydd... Dafydd had just been sick.

So I took over.

I was driving.

Will she go to prison?

I don't know, Mr Callary.

They were drunk, drugged
up to their eyeballs.

How does this woman not
go to prison? Both of them?

Well, I hope we can prove something
about the drugs and the drinking.

We have some forensic evidence,

but it's not as conclusive as
catching the driver at the scene.

They're both lawyers.

Well, the CPS will be pushing
for a custodial sentence, but...

...I can't promise.

We talked about America, yeah?

Sure, why not?

Yeah. Well, we can look on the
Internet and everything, but...

Take a month, six weeks, start in
New York, go all the way across, eh?

Route 66.

" You go through St Louis

" Joplin, Missouri

" Oklahoma City
looks oh so pretty...

Just follow the
song. How about that?

Cool.

Here, take these with you.

He'll be all right
when he's out there.

No, he won't. Can't you see that?

He's like you, is he?

I hope he isn't.

I hope he finds a way of turning
his back on everything you stand for.

It's a good location, easy access
to the motorway and the big cities.

It's isolated, surrounded
by Forestry Commission land,

so not very many neighbours.

- A good location for money-laundering.
- Yeah, and for drug-running.

So, what do you think, Sam? Eh?
Looks like infrastructure to me.

- Have you talked to Lea Valley?
- As far as they're concerned, it's a farm.

Never had any cause for concern, except
traffic. You know, big lorries going in and out.

- Sounds very promising.
- Well, we can't go steaming in.

We've got to know when
the next delivery arrives.

We have got some intelligence.

Yeah? Come on, I've shown
you mine. You show me yours.

There is a delivery due, a big one. Monday
or Tuesday says the word of the street.

And the same word on the street
says that it's Berland's firm.

What we don't know
is where it's going.

Well, I could have a ruddy
good guess. Couldn't you?

Yeah, but...

It would just be a
guess, wouldn't it?

No, we'll set up an
operation with Lea Valley.

Put his place under observation,
wait and see. But er... thanks, Jack.

Thanks, Jack? Oi, just a minute!

What do you take me for?

If you're going in after
Gerry Berland, so am I.

This is a Met operation, Jack.

Well, to make it official, Mr Mullet
would like you to join him for luncheon.

- Mullet? Come on, Jack. You're not serious?
- Oh, yes, I am.

Unfortunately, I can't join
you. I have a prior engagement.

But I'll catch up with you later.
Mr Mullet remembers you very well.

Ah, pleasure to see you again erm...

- Sam.
- Sam, Sam. Of course!

Let's go this way, go to the canteen,
shall we? A bite to eat. How's everything?

I love my children.

And whatever Christine says,
I need to know what's going on.

She hasn't been out with
anyone, not in a long time.

I am what you see, Mr Moorhead.

My CV wouldn't impress you very much, not
unless you were looking for a policeman.

Though, if you listened to my superintendent,
he would have doubts about that.

I'm not asking questions.
That's none of my business.

I just want to be able to say
hello when I turn up at the house.

I'm only ever there to collect
the kids, but the kids know.

And they know there's more than...

- Well, you know.
- Well, they're ahead of me.

Jack, they always are.

- But they're good kids, Mr Moorhead.
- Despite us.

And it's Allen. I'm sorry if you
thought this was the Inquisition.

- It's just we will be bumping into each other.
- No, I know.

Well, I er...

- Do you want another?
- No, I don't drink.

And there's a limit to the amount of
orange juice and lemonade a man can take.

Well... Anyway, look,
I'm sorry. I must go.

- Good to have met you.
- And you, mate.

Sir?

Whisky. Large one.

Sean?

Sean?

Dinner.

I'm having a beer.

Sean?

Sean! No, Sean!

No!

(Shouting)

- How?
- He hanged himself.

I can't tell you how many years

I've been watching terrible
things happen to people's children.

And they always blame themselves.

And too many times they're right to.

Well...

It doesn't change the
job today, does it?

Not for us, anyway.

(She sobs)

Help me, Sally.

Please, help me.

How can I?

I can't help myself.

I didn't know what he was feeling.

I didn't know any of it.

No, you didn't.

You couldn't.

Because you did it.

You did it, you did it, you
did it, you did it! You did it!

JACK: Come on, then!

(Shouting)

We've got at least two who will
identify Berland, so we're away.

We're into the network
now, here and Holland.

And we're into the money, too.

Criminal assets on a serious scale.

We've got him.

He's still on my patch.

Then, you bring him in, Jack.

You bring him in.

It'll be a pleasure.

There's nothing left for us.

I don't want to see
you, speak to you, ever.

We let it happen too, Tom.

I need to speak to the police.

About Brian.

It's what Sean wanted.

What he wanted all along.

- It's still not your fault.
- Shut up.

It's all our fault. For God's
sake, let it be our fault.

I heard about what happened, Gerry.

And I'm sorry.

Very sorry.

I never even thought
about Brian's mum and dad.

You know that?

He... He was everything.

He was everything.

It's just over. It's all over.

It's all over.

Time to go, Jack.

It's still another boy.

A dead boy, but a
boy just like Joshua.

And none of it had to happen.

No. But mostly that's how it is.

Yeah.

- And what about that woman?
- Hm?

The one who tried to kill you.

- Oh.
- You still haven't told me what happened.

You made it sound as if
it happened every day.

You left out, well,
almost everything.

Almost.

Will it always be like that?

A lot of the time.

As long as I know.

You... You shouldn't drive tonight.

Well, I was hoping
I wouldn't have to.

Ah, good morning.

Lovely morning.

Ah, good morning, George.

How do you fancy a cup of
coffee and a nice sticky bun?

It's only three days old, so
eat it while it's fresh... ish.

Oh.

It's a nice surprise.

Mm.

Tell me, George, have you...

Yeah?

...ever been a best man?

Oh, a long time ago.

Don't tell me someone's
asked you to be a best man?

Who'd be daft enough to do that?

(Birdsong)

MAN: Then I take the
ring and give it to you.

You put it on
Christine's ring finger.

You continue to hold it.

And then, William, you say,
"With this ring I thee wed."

With this ring I thee wed.

"With my body I thee worship."

With my body I thee worship.

"And with all my worldly
goods I thee endow."

And with all my worldly
goods I thee endow.

I say a prayer. Then I say, "Those whom God
hath joined together, let no man put asunder."

If you want to kiss... well, that
is the usual procedure, of course.

Well, we should make sure that's OK.

William?

"William"...I'll "William" you.

Thank you.

(Toots horn)

Yeah... Fancy a curry, Jack?

You ought to get home early and
work on your best man speech.

I'm assuming there's nothing
embarrassing about me in it.

Oh, I've got a long memory.

Come on, curry.

I'll keep you company.

That's what the best man does.

Yeah, all right.

(Cheering)

Thank you, George.

If you ever hoped to make Inspector,
you've just blown your last chance.

Thank you.

All right?

Thank you.

Oh, and I get to
sit with Mr Mullett.

It gets even better.

I hope that was a surprise, Jack.

Well, yes, it certainly was.

And you know how I like surprises.

Now, before we get on
with the festivities,

I think I should say a few words.

(Groaning)

It may surprise some of you to know

that Inspector Frost and I
have not always seen eye to eye.

Yes.

It would be an exaggeration to say that
he and I have been close over the years

but, I will say this,

however hard he tries to get
away, I'll always find him.

(Laughter)

Of course, I would never have made
a detective of his calibre myself.

And over time he has taught
me the value of instinct.

Gut feelings.

I've even developed
gut feelings of my own.

So much so that it is extremely rare that I
don't know when Inspector Frost is up to something

- that I shouldn't know about.
- (Laughter)

Um, Jack has...

dedicated his life to what he does.

And whatever our disagreements,

nobody does it better.

Nobody does it with more
honesty or commitment.

And perhaps, Jack, I haven't
always recognised that.

So let's raise our glasses
to Jack, our colleague,

and our friend.

To Jack.

ALL: Jack.
- Jack Frost.

You're dead.

(Applause)

CHRISTINE: I'm about
to go to bed, Allen.

You do know what tomorrow is?

I saw the light. I was passing.

- What do you mean, passing?
- Passing!

Ssh, the kids are asleep.

I don't want you to do this.

What are you talking about?

Frost.

Marrying him.

You've only known him months.

It's a bad idea.

I don't think it's right for you.

Or for Josh and Sophie.

It's what I feel, Christine.

What you feel?

(Sighs)

You walked out of my life
because of what you felt!

You left me with two small
children because of what you felt!

Never mind what they felt.

It was a mistake.

And I knew it was a
mistake before I went.

I've been on my own
most of the kids' lives.

I'd given up the idea
there'd ever be anybody.

What are you trying
to do to me, Allen?

I never loved any of the others.

You've been drinking.

Oh, Allen. You're an alcoholic.

You don't drink, ever.

I can make it up to you.

We can start again. It's never too
late. We've got the kids. It can work.

You still think I'm your
bloody property, don't you?

Just get out of my house!

Don't tell me what to do.

This was my house once! Remember?

- Don't you touch me!
- Dad, what are you doing?

It's all right. It's all right.

He's just going.

- Are you all right, Mum?
- Yeah, it's fine. Fine, fine.

(Organ plays in the background)

Right.

Thank you.

How are you feeling?

How do I feel?

I'm not sure.

I feel um...

I feel happy.

Yeah, that's what it is.

I feel happy.

- You look gorgeous, Mum.
- So do you.

- Mum, you look great.
- Oh. You look fantastic.

(Church bells)

- OK?
- See you in there. Yep.

" Baroque music

(Organ plays softly)

(Bells ringing)

- There we are, Jack.
- Thank you.

- And George.
- (Roar of engine)

(Continuous horn)

(Siren)

Jack!

Oh.

Oh, I seem to make a habit of
making a mess of important things.

I should have told you, shouldn't I?

What have they said?

What, apart from "You're taking a
trolley. When can we have it back?"

- Jack, please!
- I'm all right. I'm all right. I just, you know...

I'm just a bit battered
and bruised, that's all.

- I saw George.
- Oh. Oh, yeah.

He's taken a trolley
as well, hasn't he?

Yeah, he's got a broken arm.

Mr Mullett's all right. He'll
just need a new suit, that's all.

How's Allen?

I'm sorry, love.

Right, we're going to get you
down to X-ray now, Mr Frost.

Make sure there's nothing going on
we don't know about. Are you ready?

Yes, thank you, Doctor.
I'll be all right, love.

I'll be all right. (Moans)

Just concussion kicking in.

NURSE: Excuse me! Doctor!
- Coming through!

Excuse me.

Got him.

- This way. We have an IV...
- Get the door!

Go, go, go!

(Door slams)

Are you going to operate?

No, that's not an option.

There must be something...

His heart was stopped too long.

The truth is, it's... just a
machine that's keeping him alive now.

And you've got to switch it off.

We have no other choice.

Mrs Toolan wanted you to be there.

Now we see through a glass darkly;

then shall we see face to face:

Now I know in part;

but then shall I know
even as I am known.

And now abideth faith,

hope, and love, these three;

- and the greatest of these...
- (Monitor beeps)

...is love.

Goodbye, George.

(Sighs)

It's hard to see a way
back from all of this.

I know.

But we will.

I've already made my vows, Jack.

I made them at the rehearsal.

For better for worse.

I meant it.

Denton Police Station has
always been a refuge...

...as well as a job, for me.

Stopped me thinking
about anything else.

I don't think I feel that any more.

And I often thought that I'd left it too
late to be anything other than a policeman.

Now I don't think that.

George had a life that... wasn't
just about being a policeman.

In fact, I think it
was most of his life.

And I know that sometimes he felt
sorry for me because I hadn't.

I know I hadn't had what he had.

But now...

we've got a life to live.

And we've got an
awful lot to cram in.

Come on, let's go.