All language subtitles for S04_E4__Fun_times_for_swingers

Here we go again, boys.

Oh, thanks for
a smashing time.

One from me,

and one from my friend.

Thank you.

Always good to do
business with you.

Did you have a nice
time then, darling?

Yeah, yeah.

It was wonderful.

My pleasure.

Good evening, Constable.

My room been
done out, has it?

Favorite soap been
placed in the shower?

Mini-bar well stocked up?

Belgian chocolates placed
on the pillow, are they?

'Evening, Guv.

Welcome back.

Is there any
food in the fridge?

Well, yeah, our food,
with our names on it.

Nothing sort of, general?

No, Guv sorry.

Just put it down here.

I'll put the kettle on.

(Phone ringing)

Yeah...

Oh, yeah, hi, how are you?

Me?

Just got back
from London yeah.

Doesn't matter who with?

That's right.

New number?

Well you'd better give
it to me, haven't you.

There you are.

Got it.

Okay, well two weeks then.

Look forward to that.

Yes.

yes.

Honestly.

Yeah.

That's right.

Ok, well, two weeks then.

Listen, darling, I'm gonna
have to phone you back,

there's someone
at the door, okay?

Right, yeah, I'll
phone you back soon,

yeah, right,
ok lots of love, bye.

No!

No!

No!

Dear, oh dear, oh dear,

why do they do it?

Making a mess
on the pavement.

Not much of a mess,
as it happens.

Yeah, but why not
just a handful of pills

and a nice cozy
bottle of Scotch, eh?

Well, who was she?

Florence Dora Allott,

age forty-eight, divorced.

Recently suspended
from her job

as a clerical assistant

in the accounts
department at County Hall.

Suspended?

Yeah, pending
an investigation

into
misappropriation of funds.

Oh well, at least
we've got a motive.

All nice and neat.

Anything unusual?

You don't think she
was pushed or thrown?

Only unusual feature was
the fact that she was naked.

And the way she fell.

Apparently, with her
arms outstretched.

Maybe she was trying to fly.

Poor soul.

She did a strip.

Sex in it somewhere.

A man.

Well, I hope she had
her fun out of him first.

It's only ever
short-term, though,

that kind of fun, isn't it?

Sex?

Do you have a problem with
short term fun, Sergeant?

I don't.

All right, where do we go?

To the sister now?

Aye, but do the cricket
club on the way, sir?

Mr. Mullett
says it's urgent.

It's urgent?

The cricket club?

I had a look around
before I went to bed.

About midnight.

Everything seemed fine.

I was away
all day yesterday,

watching England deliver
the coup de grace at Lords.

You see it?

No, I didn't.

So what we're looking
at is a forced entry,

in the early hours
of the morning?

It didn't take
much force, Sir.

Your security system
needs an overhaul.

I know.

It's on the agenda for our
next committee meeting.

All right,
so, nothing is missing.

Just all this
stuff smashed, eh?

That's about it.

It's only cheap
crockery, really.

I almost didn't want to
bother you, but...

But what?

Oh, for God's
sake, Clifford,

tell him about
the other times!

Here Colin,
down in one.

Come on son.

Good boy.

Well done.

Good boy.

How's he doing?

Well, he took it for
his Dad, didn't you,

didn't you Colin.

Good boy.

All right Katie?

He doesn't seem
to be much worse.

He is worse.

I see him every day,

you're not around enough.

He's bad.

Okay, okay, okay.

Why don't we just
go for it, hey, hey?

Why don't we just
do it right away, yeah?

No.

Why don't you go and get
the flight tickets, yes?

It will give you
something to do, it will
give you a bit of a lift.

And get your mum organized
to look after Katie, okay.

We can't, not yet.

Yes, we can, we can.

We can.

Trust me.

Trust me.

Do you hear that, Colin?

You are gonna
go to Texas,

to get better, yeah.

Hey.

Listen, I'm late,

I'm gonna have
to go, all right.

I'll see you later, okay.

Bye.

You gonna to
make the weekend?

No, Joy, I can't.

It's nights
all the way mostly.

You'll kill
yourself, working.

No way.

How are you feeling?

You didn't actually
see her do it, did you?

Harvey, will you not
come here, please.

I just wanted to
pass on a little worry.

Tell them I've
got the message.

No, no, no.

I'm not any
sort of go-between.

Harvey, please...

See you tonight then?

This Bank Holiday shindig.

Yeah, I suppose so.

But we don't speak, okay?

Okay.

It was just some
extra gear, that's all.

Pads, bats...

Suddenly they disappeared.

And a set of score cards.

Well, I don't know what
else we can do, sir.

Apart from advising
you on your security.

Oh, have you got your keys?

I suppose it's too much to
expect a big forensic job?

Finger printing, etcetera?

Yes, it is too much to
expect, Mrs. Hastings.

It's depressing, vandalism.

A sort of class envy.

We never met it in Oxford.

I keep my keys with me
all the time, Inspector.

Did you have them
with you yesterday?

I always have them with me.

Ah I see.

And your keys,
Mrs. Hastings.

I?

I, have a key to
hallowed ground?

Key holders must be players

and, or committee members.

Douglas Housman,

Bob Bowker

and Norman Mullett
that is, of course,

Superintendent Mullett,
of your division.

Yes, of course, Sir.

Miss Barbara Dutton?

Sister of
Mrs. Florence Allott?

My twin sister.

We found that
in her handbag.

I've never seen him before.

He couldn't have
been her boyfriend.

Florence didn't
know any men.

We're not attractive to men.

Well, maybe he
thought Florence was.

No.

That's why her
marriage didn't last.

I told her it wouldn't,

she'd be back,

asking me to take her in.

And she was.

And how did that work out?

She was miserable

but we'd have
got over it, in time.

She just had to accept
that that's how it was.

Being together.

Her and me.

There was no need...

I'm sorry,
Miss Dutton, but I...

I'm afraid I must ask you.

Did you know anything about

the bit of bother
your sister was in?

What bother?

Your saying you didn't know

your sister was
suspended from her work?

No, no I didn't!

She went out of here
same time every morning.

she came home
same time every night.

Well it appears

that your sister
was being investigated

because,

well, not to mince words,

Iifting two thousand
pounds out of the till.

I don't believe it!

What did she do with it?

That's what they'd like
to know at County Hall.

Never.

She was my sister.

I knew her.

Like nobody else.

Oh, well, I mean...

Would you wear, you know,

things like this?

Shoes like that?

Ahhhh...

Rubbish!

Sergeant!

Rubbish!

Rubbish!

Rubbish!

Rubbish!

Rubbish!

Now her sister said
she never went out,

except to visit a friend in
Loughborough once a month.

When we found the friend,

she said that she hadn't
seen her for a year.

Got to be the fella.

Excuse, Guv.

Mr. Mullett would
like a word with you.

Is he still playing
with a straight bat?

Sorry?

Never mind, yes, okay.

When I've finished my lunch.

Thank you.

This business at the
cricket club, Jack.

Any leads at all?

No, not yet.

I thought it might be a bit
of malice on the inside.

Oh you do?

Interesting, all right.

I thought I might have a
word with Sandy Longford.

I'm having a drink
with him tonight.

Yeah, he's very hot
on sport is Sandy.

Yes, yes...

No, no, no, no
I wouldn't advise that, no.

I don't think
we want to alert

the press to,
em, well, anything.

Oh, no, right.

I understand, of course.

Mum's the word, eh.

This Mr. Hastings,
your new captain,

he's not been here
very long, has he?

No, no, came
from Oxford last year.

We were very
lucky to get him.

Mind you I think

Denton's been a bit of
a culture shock for him.

Even more so for his wife.

Still, decent people.

I want you to
look upon this

as a public
relations job, Jack.

Good evening, Miss Fanshawe.

Good evening, Mr. Law.

You're looking particularly
beautiful this evening.

Yeah...,

there was something about

an ex-player
with a grievance,

streaking in the
match with Birmingham,

few weeks back.

Streaker?

Got a name?

Eh, Bowker, I think.

Bob Bowker.

Bob Bowker.

He's a committee member.

What's he doing streaking?

Well I can't
work that one out.

That her thing then is it,

Mrs. Hastings,
this charity thing?

She's the treasurer,

Iocal branch.

She'll be pleased with this,

it's gone like a bomb.

Yeah, well
come on, let's move.

This music's loud enough
to do my eardrums in.

Oh no, no, no I can't,

I've got to wait
for Gordon Banks

to sign my
souvenir program.

You what?

You're not...

Thank goodness for that!

Your not telling me
an old cynic like you

waiting to have
his program signed

by his hero?

It's for the boy.

Oh yeah, I know.

That's what they all say.

Look at the
state of this one.

Oh.

Anne-Marie?

It's all I need.

The end of a
perfect bloody day!

Are you trying
to show me up?

Leave her, Cyril.

She was having a
good time, that's all.

No, our taxi's waiting.

We'll drop her back.

This won't be in the paper.

Shouldn't think so.

Do you like your
program signed?

I'll do it.

Two drinks here.

No, it's all right.

Not for me thanks, no, no.

Doesn't further his
bid for respectability,

that sort of thing.

That was his wife, was it?

Yeah.

Wasn't she a beauty
queen, or something.

Ex Miss Denton:

he was one of the judges.

All a bit iffy
in those days,

his property deals,

football interests.

Now he's going for an OBE
on the charity circuit.

Just a minute.

(Unintelligible).

Yeah ok, come on.

Who's that then?

Who?

Him.

The one dancing with the
girl in the green dress

with the twinkles in it?

Don't know.

I know her, though.

Jane Fanshawe, solicitor,

Fanshawe and Winters.

Now she has got an OBE.

Services to the
Girl Guide Movement,

we did a feature.

Your the font of all
knowledge, aren't you Sandy.

Nearly makes it
worthwhile me knowing you.

I'm sure I know him.

So, weather wise after
last night's showers

it looks as though
we're in for a

Iong, hot day in Denton.

Sobering up?

Who brought me home?

Yvonne and that over dressed
poser, she goes with.

Did you go out
again afterwards?

Your car was in
front of the garage.

Where would you be going?

I don't know Cyril.

Maybe I was
just running away.

You don't go
anywhere without me,

I've told you.

I've got a message for
you, Jack, from upstairs.

Hang about, I'm trying
to clear up that suicide

I've got a lead on the
bloke in the photograph.

Sorry.

Cricket club was
done again last night.

You're out there,
fast, the Boss says.

Well, he would, wouldn't he?

Anything taken this time?

Load of silver
trophies, cups and that.

Oh, em, Mr. Mullett's
name was on one of them.

How do you see
Mullett in his day,

at the wicket, Sergeant?

Bit of a Botham?

Bit of a Gooch?

Or just a bit of a prat?

You mean cricket, sir?

They're only
names to me, sir.

Yeah, I suppose
they would be.

I don't go much on sport.

No.

Not in England.

Highland games,
now that's different.

That's real man's stuff.

Oh yeah, done a bit
of that, have you?

Tossing the caber?

Putting the haggis?

No, sir, not recently.

No, well,
you'd need the Highlands
for that wouldn't you?

Not only that, sir.

You've got to be fit.

You've got to keep at it,

the practice,

the body-building.

Not much point
at our age, eh?

With the batteries
running down?

What do you mean
the batteries running?

Your batteries maybe...

Alpha Bravo 36 from Control.

36 receiving.

Suspicious death reported
at 42 Grandison Street,

repeat, 42 Grandison Street.

36 will respond.

All right sergeant,
come on let's do a Uie.

Yes, sir.

Well?

His landlord arrived home
from holiday this morning,

saw blood coming from under
the first floor door, sir.

Must have taken the
glow out of his sun tan.

Are you alright?

Yeah.

Okay.

Do we know him?

No.

His name's Damien Law.

There's a lot of blood, sir.

What's that smell?

Scent?

I say he stumbled.

An accident.

Smells like murder to me.

Bloody murder.

Well, I don't know,
it's funny, it's...

It's like a
hotel room, isn't it?

Very impersonal.

Nothing here
to say who he was.

He kept himself fit.

You don't often see
such a good muscle tone.

All right so,
when did it happen?

Between one and three
this morning, I'd say.

After sex and a massage.

Not necessarily
in that order.

A massage?

The scent is
oil of sandalwood.

He'd been rubbed with it.

All over.

That's what it was.

Well, it certainly
wasn't theft.

He had over three hundred
quid in his jacket pocket.

But nothing else,

no credit cards,

check book,

no photos.

As though he was
just passing through.

I wonder if
he saw her do it?

We shall never know.

Well, well, well, well.

Thank you God for
this little gift.

What?

It's a telephone number.

Probably local
Chinese restaurant.

Anyway I think...

Ah, Sergeant, well,
what have you got?

Not a lot, sir.

Confirmation he had a
girlfriend, maybe two.

And there were rows,
sometimes, late at night.

Well, what do
you think, Doc?

Could a woman have done it?

Certainly.

A hefty push.

Of course,

it could've been
over active foreplay.

Well if you ask me,

that is where poor little
plain Florence Allott

spent her ill-gotten gains.

Looks like it.

Yeah, she had a
couple of grand's worth

of fun out of him,

and then topped herself
when she was rumbled.

Or when he ditched her.

What I can't
understand though,

is what did he
get out of it,

apart from her picking
up the bills, I mean.

I mean you know young,
good looking fella like that

with a good body,

want younger
flesh, wouldn't he?

What would he find
in a middle aged woman?

If I knew the
answer to that, sir,

I'd still be married.

Why what
happened to you, then?

Oh, I thought that sort
of thing was all over.

I had settled
for companionship.

Well and she hadn't?

She went off with a
professional darts player.

Yeah.

Dart?

All right.

Look, there's no need
for you to hang about.

I'll deal with
Miss Fanshawe.

You get off to
the cricket club.

Make a start, all right?

So, you first met him in
a bookshop, Miss Fanshawe?

When was this?

Jane?

Must have been four,
five months ago.

Four...

Ah, that's the dress that
you wore last night.

Did you wash it before you
went to work this morning?

Do you usually
wash your things

after you've
just used them?

Usually.

I'm afraid they'll still
have to go to the lab,

Miss Fanshawe.

Can you tell me what
Mr. Law did for a living?

He was, he was a salesman.

Office equipment, I think.

Where?

Do you know what company?

We didn't talk
about that kind of thing.

What did you talk about?

We didn't talk
very much at all.

And can you tell me
where this came in?

The sandlewood oil?

We always had
a massage first.

It was one of
our little rituals.

We could never wait to
get our hands on each other.

You'll need this,

a list of the missing items.

Thank you, darling.

I see we've been fobbed off

with an inferior officer.

Make sure you complain.

Right.

Hello, there.

Detective Sergeant Prentice.

Did Damien ever stay here?

Overnight, say?

No.

Why not?

I have curious Neighbors.

And a reputation to keep up.

I'm unmarried.

There's the church.

Oh, yes,

and the Girl Guide movement.

I remember.

Did you ever
row with Damien?

You know shout
at each other?

Well, we had lovers' tiffs.

I see.

Did he ever
give you any gifts?

Well, no, not often.

I was better placed.

Not even a photo?

He didn't give you a photo?

Have you got a
photograph of him?

No, he didn't like it.

I don't have one.

There's nothing,

there's nothing left.

Were you the only
woman in his life?

Well of course I was!

What do you think I am,

some kind of tart?

No, I was thinking
more about him.

How dare you!

I'll need to talk to
you again, Miss Fanshawe.

Make yourself
available, won't you?

You didn't say anything
about Florence Allott, Guv.

No, I'm saving
her 'till later.

You hang on here
'til the doctor comes.

She's lying,

what do you think?

She's definitely
holding something back.

Yeah, I know.

Oh, that phone number you
asked me to check, Guv.

Yes?

It's new, change of address.

Subscriber is
Mr. Bruce Martin,

1 1 Culshaw Avenue.

Oh, all right, thank you.

Oh, eh, just a minute.

Eh, you know that stuff
on the washing line

the, you know,

the black underwear stuff.

You see a woman like
that, wearing that.

Girl Guide?

She probably wears
it under her uniform.

Now, could we talk about
the key holders again?

You mentioned a Mr. Bowker.

You been having trouble
with him, have you?

Have you been
listening to gossip?

Why are we talking
about club members?

Instead of the
local riff raff?

They've been
building up to this,

a full scale break in.

No, no, no, no, Sir.

Not a break in.

Oh yes, your
pavilion was entered

and a window was smashed.

But from the inside,

and made to look
like a break in.

Are you sure?

No sir, I'm not sure.

I'm positive.

All right, what's
happening then?

Where's the information?

Pouring in is it?

A deluge?

Nothing, Guv.

I've never seen
anything like it.

All right.

Well his landlord said he
kept himself to himself.

Lived there three months.

Went away a lot,

short visits.

Very quiet.

Oh, and no account anywhere,

no bank,

no building society,

no credit company.

Nothing.

Oh, there was a guy taking
pictures at the Ball.

We're going
through his stuff now.

Yeah, very camera shy,
was our Damien.

You can bet
your bottom dollar

there's a wife and
kid in it somewhere.

Only two Damien Law's
in the whole area,

one's eight, and
the other's six months.

All right.

His clothes,
in the wardrobe,

they're all nearly new.

We might get a lead

if we find out
where he bought them.

Not that he probably
bought them himself.

He was living off women?

A Gigolo type?

I could leave home
for a bit of that.

Do me, and all.

Yeah, I mean it's totally
anonymous, no baggage,

nothing but good
times and presents.

Women throwing
themselves at you,

Yes, yes, yes,
older women, older women...

Older women
can be real goers.

Yes, so I've heard.

Well listen, I'm going over

to see this
Mr. Bruce Martin.

Not that he's ever heard
of our Damien, I'm sure...

You're thinking
what I'm thinking?

Damien Law's
not his real name.

Who the bloody hell
are we looking for then?

Look, anyone
reports a missing person,

I wanna know.

All right,
come on, carry on.

What sort of women
would you say

Florence Allott and
Jane Fanshawe were?

Middle aged, fussy, plain.

Yeah.

But they both had
this, vibrant, secret
life didn't they.

That somehow Damien
was able to tap into.

Both had a need, and
somehow he satisfied it.

It's funny that,

because it's usually the
men that have the need.

I don't believe in
'need' in sexual matters.

Really?

What do you believe
in then, Sergeant?

I believe in desires,

that can and should
be kept under control.

Really?

Your missis didn't believe
in that, though, did she?

She gave in to temptation.

She'll regret it.

And you sir?

You lost your wife.

Yes.

Then I had a relationship.

And I let that go.

I sometimes wonder why now.

Was that the postman?

Yeah.

Now shush, I'm going
to ring your dad.

Hello Ron,

it's Joy, is he there?

No he isn't, he
hasn't shown up today.

He hasn't rung either.

Maybe he's slept in.

No wonder,
working all hours.

It's a bloody nuisance,
having no phone there.

I need him.

Will you get on with it!

Listen, when
he does show up,

tell him the tickets have
come for Texas, will you?

Yeah, will do.

Do it!

This man who was murdered
had our telephone number?

Yes, it was jotted down

in the front
of his notebook.

You know,
the way that you do.

I can't think why.

I don't know anyone who
lives in Grandison Street.

No?

Does the name Damien Law
mean anything to you?

Nothing.

And this is a new
telephone number here,

isn't it Mrs. Martin?

Yes.

We moved here
about 3 weeks ago.

It's more convenient
for my husband

since he had his stroke.

Yes, and the young man?

That's our son, Tim.

He doesn't live here.

He's got a flat
of his own in town.

I see.

Sergeant, just go and
have a few words with
the young man, will you?

Yes, sir.

Please be careful.

My husband's easily upset.

He understands more
than he can express.

Don't worry,
he'll be all right.

Are you sure you've
got nothing to tell me,

Mrs. Martin?

Of course I'm sure.

What could I possibly
want to tell you?

And you have absolutely no
connection with Damien Law?

I've never even heard
of him until today.

And where were
you last night?

Here, of course,

with my husband.

I'm rarely anywhere else.

Anyway, what did
you think of the boy?

Kosher, is he?

Oh aye, dead straight.

Didn't know a thing.

Yeah, unlike
his mother, Rosalie.

She knows something?

Oh, yeah, sticks out a mile.

Yeah, she's one of
them, I'm afraid.

One of Damien Law's harem.

The black underwear brigade.

It's getting her
to admit it, though,

that's the problem.

He was sort of

servicing them, wasn't he?

I wonder how many?

And where he got
the bloody energy?

I don't really know, sir,

and I cannot
say that I care.

Well, I don't care,

I don't care, I was
just wondering that's all.

Here, anyone
can pay for sex.

Come on anyone can.

But I mean
that's rather tacky.

But with a woman like that

it wouldn't be
tacky, would it?

It depends what
you mean by tacky'.

If she's cheating
on her husband

that's exactly
what I call tacky!

Yes, yes, all right,
all right, Sergeant,

come on, let's
get back to work.

Now what was the
name of the bloke

who was organizing the Ball?

Cyril Pearce.

Well let's go and have a
word with him, shall we?

Afternoon.

Mr. Pearce, isn't it?

I think I might've seen him
once before, that's all.

With Jane.

I didn't really
speak to him.

The thing is,
when he was with Jane,

she like to keep
him all to herself.

Do you know
Miss Fanshawe well?

Not well.

I'm not really on the
Methodist Girl Guide scene.

No, I didn't think
you would be, sir.

Or Mrs. Pearce,
your good lady.

Have you any idea

what time Mr. Law
and Miss Fanshawe left?

Way before I did.

About twelve fifteen, say?

Twelve fifteen.

Oh, good afternoon,
Mrs. Pearce.

Inspector Frost,
Anne-Marie,

and Sergeant Prentice.

They're investigating the
murder that was on TV.

Oh God, yeah, Damien
something wasn't it?

Jane's fella.

I saw him.

We didn't know him, though.

I understand that
you got a lift home?

Yeah, with
Yvonne and Harvey.

And you stayed
on, Mr. Pearce?

'Till when?

'Till about half past one.

'Till everything
had been cleared up.

I see.

And then you were
at home Mrs. Pearce

when your husband came back?

Yeah.

And neither of you went
out again for anything?

Not 'till I went
out for my run,

about eight O' clock.

Apart from that
we've been in.

We work from here.

This is my office, now,

Anne-Marie gives me a hand.

Yes that is the
coming thing sir,

working from home,

using computers and so on.

Yes.

This friend
of yours, Yvonne.

She was waving at
someone before she left.

Who was that?

Would that have been Mr Law?

I don't know.

I would like this Yvonne's
full name, sir, if I may.

Yvonne Newbiggin.

We'll give you
all the details.

Address file, darling.

You won't get her
for a day or so.

She said she was
taking Harvey away,

for an orgy.

Bye now.

Harvey.

Would you like one of
your colleagues to sit in,

Miss Fanshawe?

You are entitled
to a solicitor.

I know what I'm entitled to.

I can deal with it.

I'm afraid I've got
some bad news for you.

Some news that might bring
you a little more pain.

What is it?

Damien Law had
other lady friends

besides yourself.

Oh, no.

No, you're quite wrong.

He saw other women
occasionally, for,

for business reasons.

Selling office equipment?

Yes that kind of thing.

No.

I assure you.

And I assure you that
Damien Law was not employed

by any company
selling office equipment

in the country.

Well, when I said
'office equipment',

maybe I got that wrong.

Maybe it was
something else,

medical supplies.

Yes, or maybe dog food,

or maybe garden gnomes!

No, he lied to you.

He wouldn't.

No?

Then did he tell you
about Florence Allott?

The poor woman who jumped

off the top
of the car park,

opposite his flat?

Well, no not specifically.

He did confess that
there was someone,

before me.

And after?

Rosalie Martin, for example?

No.

Oh yes.

Before he died,

Rosalie Martin became
one of his favorites.

He was giving her exactly
what he gave to you.

Massage and all!

No!

No, that's not true.

It's not true!

She told you, didn't she?

She told you about me

making that scene
in the restaurant?

When I saw them together?

But she meant
nothing to him.

Nothing!

She went after him.

Well, she's a slut, that
one, Damien told me.

He loved me.

Only me!

Can I help you, Madam?

I'd like to report
a missing person.

Well, he might not
be missing officially,

but I can't find him.

It's my husband.

This restaurant, Jane.

I can call you
Jane, can't I?

Where you saw them?

What was the name of it?

It was the Golden Hind,
Forest Road.

And you made a big scene?

So the manager would
probably remember?

Yeah, I expect so.

Check that for us will
you, Prentice, please?

Sir.

Had you been following him?

Well, no, not
as a regular thing.

I was going to
call in at the flat

and I saw them
leaving together.

So I went after them.

So you made a scene?

Well I wonder if you made
a scene after the ball?

No, you're quite
wrong, Inspector.

Maybe you wanted
him to promise

that he'd belong to
you and nobody else.

And maybe when
he didn't agree,

there was an argument.

And you started shouting.

Maybe he wanted
to calm you down

and there was a struggle

and you pushed him and he
fell through the glass door

and you stood
and watched him bleed.

No!

No, there was no fight.

He was beautiful
the other night,

so tender, and gentle.

Like a god.

I knew in his soul

he couldn't
love anybody else.

Love?

Come on, we're not
talking about love?

We're talking about
rolling about in bed!

You think you
can't love someone

who makes every nerve
in your body tremble

and come alive?

Someone who can rebuild the
world just by touching you?

Someone who...

Yes, yes, all right,
I get the picture.

She could've done it,

Rosalie Martin.

She was jealous.

Denton police station.

I'd like to speak to
Inspector Frost, please.

Putting you through.

I'm sorry there's no
reply to that extension.

Thank you.

Any message.

No, there's no message.

Anyone here?

It's Prue.

Okay if I come in,

I'm rather pushed for time.

Anne-Marie?

It's Prue.

Anne-Marie?

Hi.

I've brought the accounts.

Guv.

Harvey Wade!

Where is he, for
God's sake, Constable!

He's right up...

I've been all over
the bloody hospital.

Ward Six they told me.

Sorry, that's where
he was, until she,
the lady, came along.

She had him out of there
before we could turn around.

What lady?

I didn't catch her
name, Guv, bedroom 2.

Wait a moment.

Sorry, haven't
got time, police.

Sale of tickets,

bar sales,

sale of
souvenir programs,

sponsors'
contributions

and donations
over and above.

Now, if I could have
Cyril's expenditure,

we might thrill ourselves

with a rough
idea of the profit.

It's all there.

Great success,
wasn't it, the Ball?

Considering Denton's isn't
exactly Ball orientated.

I hope Cyril
thought so too.

Yeah, yeah, he did.

Pity about the man
who died afterwards.

Did you know him?

No, well, not really.

Nor did we.

It's terrible.

I don't seem to
have the invoice

for the souvenir programs.

Well, It should be there.

I put it on file,

it came in a week ago.

No, look.

Oh, well.

I'll find it for you
and send you a copy.

Could you?

And send it over,
soon as possible.

Then I can pay Cyril.

We do seem to have made a
rather healthy gain, though,

even allowing for that.

I told the constable
all I know,

I was set upon
by two assailants.

Why should two assailants

want to 'set upon' you, Sir?

I can't imagine.

Could they have
been after my car?

No.

Now, you be gentle
with him, Inspector.

What about Mr. Newbiggin,
if there is one?

Jealous husband?

My husband's in
Dubai at the moment.

He's there a
lot of the time.

We have an understanding.

I keep Yvonne
company in his absence.

Now why is it
that I want to

connect all of this
to Damien Law?

You waved at him the
other night, didn't you?

Not me.

I mean, I'd seen
him with that woman

the one who
dresses herself up

Iike the Queen Mother,

but I'd never spoken to him.

Same here.

I'd really like to
help you, Inspector.

You know what sir.

I get this feeling that
I've met you before.

You haven't
passed through my hands,

as it were, have you?

People are always
saying that to him.

It's his job.

Harv's an actor.

Just a little
television these days.

And some
promotion, modeling.

Yes,

yeah, of course.

It's that commercial.

The one about piles.

Carpets, actually.

'I'll tell you how
I made my pile.

Yes, yes, yeah,
that's the one, yeah.

Well, I'll leave
you, Mr. Wade,

to get over your upset.

I do hope that
you will be able

to remember a few things.

I do tend to come
down rather heavily

on people who are
holding things back.

How'd you get on
with Rosalie Martin?

Not at home, Sir.

She's here, as a
matter of fact.

What she's here?

Yes.

Mr. Martin had another
stroke this morning,

he's in Intensive Care.

I could maybe try
and have a word...

No, no, no, leave her.

Come back to her later.

Let's go and bowl
a few googlies instead.

Oh, Mullett's flexing
his muscle now is he?

That's not helpful, sir.

It wasn't meant to be.

You're here about the
break ins at the club.

Well, I don't know where
I was when they happened,

but I didn't do them.

Mr. Bowker, we only came
to ask you about your keys.

Bastards.

Used to get a good
game down there, once.

Your keys, Sir.

They're in the post.

In the post?

I believe I ceased to be
a club member last night.

Voted out, by the committee,

in my absence.

Yes, well I think you
made your views known

with your demonstration.

The bare arse
stuff, you mean?

Well, I was tanked up.

I suppose I regret it now.

Why don't you just
tell the committee?

Because I won't grovel.

They owe me expenses.

And my missus
for the catering.

But they changed
the rules now,

we don't pay until
the end of the season.

Even if you're
skint like me.

Well, that's their idea,

they're trying to
weed out my sort.

Well, what do you want now?

Search the house
or something?

No, that
won't be necessary.

But we'll be back.

Suit yourself.

Do you want my advice?

No, but I suppose
we're going to get it.

Take a look at Hastings.

Work out how he set me up.

And you can tell
the rest of them,

any more hassle
and I'll go public.

Really, I don't know
if it's me or the heat.

But I can't seem to focus.

What did he mean,
Hastings 'set him up'?

Did you see his
sweet peas, sir?

Beautiful.

That's it for me,
when I retire.

Sweet Peas and Dahlias.

Oh, great.

You thought about what
you might do yourself

when you retire?

No, have you thought about

what you might contribute

to either of these cases

that we are supposed
to be working on?

Sorry sir,

I'm just like yourself.

Can't seem to focus.

I think maybe
it's just our age.

What do you mean 'our age'.

Your age, maybe.

There's plenty of
life left in me.

Plenty of active
life before I retire!

Retirement's just
a state of mind.

You can think yourself
being old and past it

if your not careful.

Turn right here.

Yes sir.

Sorry.

Well that's it.

Bowker's out for my money.

So what's
Mullett been doing.

In and out all
day, I suppose?

Well, there's been a
certain presence, yes.

Do you reckon that I might
make it to the canteen?

Hello what's this?

This.

Ah, it's a missing person.

Really?

Do you know what?

That could just be our
stiff with half a face.

What?

Where's the
original photograph?

It's here.

Let's have a look.

Here.

All right.

Do you know Jack,
you could be right.

No, not could
be, I am right.

But his wife says he's
called Frankie Barton.

Well, Frankie Barton
or Damien Law.

It's our man.

Hello, darling.

Oh God, what's this, now?

What are you
doing to yourself?

Prue Hastings came over.

We did the accounts.

Yeah?

She seemed pleased.

We're all pleased
now, aren't we?

It's going all
right, in general,

isn't it Anne-Marie?

Listen, I mean, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I'm not
more of a man for you,

You deserve better,

but I'll get it together,

I will,

I will.

I thought he was
moonlighting in a bar,

after he'd done his
shift at the pizza place.

And all the time he was
off with other women.

But he was doing it
for you and Colin.

Do you know if he
made very much money?

He was always very
good to me and the kids.

He said he was stashing
away a lot, for the future.

You don't know
where it is, do you?

It's just that we're
going to need it.

No.

But we'll do some checks

and see if he's put any
money away in his own name.

I think, he said he was
expecting something big.

Money.

He said we were
gonna be all right.

You never suspected
anything did you?

I mean, he never
changed towards you?

No, he was
always very loving.

He used to say
there was always that,

even when there
was nothing else.

I wonder if he
told them that.

The others.

Damien Law, the man
who wore Armani suits

and had silk
sheets on his bed.

So was he a gigolo?

You what?

I said, was he a gigolo?

Or some kind of
professional male tart?

I mean, women
were paying him?

Oh yeah, hundreds of pounds.

What am I doing here?

Oh, shut up George,

you haven't got
the wherewithal.

Oh, thank You.

No, no, I'm serious.

I mean we can't all be
irresistible to women.

It takes much more than a
good body and good looks,

doesn't it?

You know, you've got to
have some sort of courage

to do it, you know,
like confidence,

you got to have,
if you think about it,

because, what
you've got to do is,

you've got to be
able to deliver, right?

Time after time.

Whatever it is
that they ask,

so you put
yourself in as you...

Well, thank you for sharing

your observations
with us, Jack.

Okay, all right,
let's keep it together.

Now can I ask if anything
else has come to light?

Yeah.

We've found a
bank account, Sir.

Well, safety deposit box,

In the name of
Frankie Barton

at the Midland
on Mill Road.

And we're backing
Mrs. Barton's application

to have it opened.

Good, anything else?

Sergeant.

Have you got anything
on the pizza outfit?

Oh, everybody
said ask the manager.

But he doesn't come
back until tomorrow.

Right.

I wanna know anything
and everything about

what went on at or
near the Denton Royal

on the night of
Bank Holiday Monday.

Got it.

Go.

Would you mind, Jack?

What's that?

Oh, of course, sir.

Thank you.

Now Bob Bowker
claims to have

returned the keys to the
cricket club, I believe?

No sign of them yet.

Well, maybe I could arrange
a search of the Royal Mail

sorting office for
you, if you like?

No, no, no, that
won't be necessary.

In any case,

at the committee
meeting last night,

the motion to
change the locks

and generally overhaul
the security system

went through unopposed.

So the old keys will
be rendered useless

in a few days.

You'll be glad to hear.

Oh, yes, Sir.

I'm very glad to hear that.

Then no more
incidents, let's hope.

Though, of course,

it's still important
to nail the blighter

who's been causing
all the trouble.

Oh, yeah.

You were saying, Sir?

It's difficult to know
what got him mad the most.

Finding the stuff in there

or realizing he
hadn't locked the boot

in the first place.

So what was his excuse?

He said he was preoccupied
with the committee meeting.

Mr. Mullett is
downstairs now

having his
fingerprints taken

so that they
can be eliminated.

And he wants
Bowkers done too.

Forget it, we're not
taking Bowkers prints.

They've got the
stuff back now.

Do you reckon the joker
was aiming for Mr. Mullett?

No, No.

I reckon he was aiming
for any stuffed shirt

who was stupid enough

to leave the boot
of his car open.

Come on, let's get going.

See you lot later.

This Damien,
Frankie business,

there's something I'm
not quite happy with.

You know that
Ball at the Royal,

the organizer,

Cyril Pearce,
has he got form?

Well not form, no,

but he was looked
at, few years back.

When that
building syndicate

went down for tax evasion.

He was cleared, but...

Note for you, Jack.

Yeah.

Oh this weather,
terribly hot.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Those stairs
really get to my back.

Oh, really.

Right on my hips,
down my spine.

Oi! Oi! Oi!

I thought you said
you had a note for me?

Oh, sorry, yeah,
it's on your desk.

Probably nothing.

Blue BMW double-parked
outside Denton Royal,

Monday night,
causing a disturbance.

Sayer moved it on,

got two fingers
for his trouble.

Did he get the
licence number?

No, sorry.

Pity.

All right, go on.

Blue BMW,

well, better keep
the old eyes peeled, eh?

That's us, eh?

The 'old eyes'?

Yes, but what was he like?

Frankie?

I'm telling you,
he practically

had no personality.

Well, did any
of his friends

come to see him
in here, like women?

No...

There was a guy he
used to have a laugh with.

We all had a laugh with him.

You know a funny guy.

Doesn't come in here, now.

A guy he used to
have a laugh with?

Well, they might even have
gone out for the odd pint.

Does this
guy have a name, Sir?

No, but he looked
just like the guy

that does that
advert for carpeting.

You know, 'My Pile'.

No, Stay.

You amaze me, Inspector.

You really do.

Jane Fanshawe's paramour

and that waiter
at the pizza place

were one and
the same person?

I can't believe it.

You knew him.

You talked to him,
often, at the restaurant.

Did I?

I do go on a bit, you know,

to anyone who'll listen.

The old
performing instinct.

I'd completely forgotten.

I haven't been
there for yonks.

Yeah, but you did go
there, regularly?

I had rather a thin time.

Middle of last year.

Pizzas, hamburgers,
there very good,

wholesome,
cheap food, you know,

with a side salad.

And you're
trying to tell me

that you didn't recognize
Miss Fanshawe's partner

at the ball the other night

as the same man who
used to serve you

with this cheap,
wholesome food.

We'd only been introduced.

We never had
a conversation.

I see.

So this 'thin time'

is over for you now is it?

Isn't this TV work
paying well is it?

I'm sorry,
Champagne, Inspector?

Oh, no,
not for me, sir, no.

Wouldn't mind a
cup of coffee though,

if there's one going.

I'll put the kettle on.

Would you mind?

No not at all.

Thank you so much.

'Love you always,
Margaruite'.

So, you've put off
the trip to Texas?

Cancelled it.

Cancelled?

It was getting late,
anyway, for Colin.

The whole
thing was more so

Frankie felt he
was doing something.

Well, the
application's been granted

on the
safety deposit box,

so we should fix up a time

for you to come in.

Yeah, I'll talk to Mum.

We'll be all right.

Yeah.

The charity people will give
us a hand if necessary.

They've helped before.

Charity?

The Backbone Trust,
for spinal injuries.

They're nice people,

they do a good job.

But it's still a
charity, isn't it?

The stupid little bugger!

Why'd he have to
get himself killed!

What are we looking
so pleased about?

Do we have lift-off,
by any chance?

No, we do not
have lift off,

but we do have
a little chink.

Anyone here know anything
about a place called Perks?

It's a bar, isn't it?

In a basement,
near the market.

And Escort
Agency, so called.

Oh, yeah,
sampled it then, have you?

You get the cards in the
back of taxis, sometimes.

Back of taxis?

Come on then, who runs it?

Barry Curzon runs
that place, Perks.

Ah, you've been there
as well, have you?

All right, all right.

No seriously, any bother?

No.

Well, he did have bother,
years ago, didn't he?

On the street.

Went down for
immoral earnings.

Been quiet since.

Did he, now
that's interesting.

Mr. Curzon?

Yeah?

Detective Inspector
Frost Denton C. I.D.,

can I have a word?

Men?

Male escorts?

For women?

Yes.

No, no, no, no, no.

London, West End, maybe.

Round here?

No, no.

There'd be no call for it.

The whole idea's mad.

Women don't pay for sex.

They get paid for it.

Excuse me.

Asthma.

And I didn't
know the dead guy.

I think you did.

What was your car doing

outside the Denton Royal
around midnight,

Bank Holiday Monday?

My car?

Two of my officers
moved you on.

Yeah?

Don't remember.

I think you do, Barry.

No I don't, Jack.

Mr. Frost, to you.

'Fun Times for Swingers'.

I wonder if it was a
swinger who did it?

When I was in
the force in Dundee,

we had disciplinary
safeguards to

prevent paperwork
getting to this level.

Jack.

Get on with it.

These keys, of
Bowker's, Jack.

No sign of them yet.

well, maybe it was a
Second Class Stamp, Sir?

Possibly,

more likely he is lying.

Not be trusted.

Anyway,

the patrol personnel
should be alerted.

I've already done that.

Thanks.

Oh, by the way,

I've been cleared
of all suspicion,

I expect you heard?

Yes, I heard, Sir.

Very good.

Big relief.

Ah Jack, I hear you think

Frankie Barton
and Harvey Wade

were on the same dodge?

Is that right?

Escorts?

Yes, I'd swear to it.

Curzon's cleared
them off the records

but they were both there,

and others, probably.

Why'd he get
topped, then, Jack?

Why was he attacked?

Well, whoever did it,

I don't think
meant to kill him,

but probably there
was a fight, you know.

Pushed him a bit hard.

And that was it.

Harvey Wade
got the treatment,

but without the fight.

Yeah, but why?

Well, why does any pimp
duff up any employee?

Welching?

Not handing
over all the dosh?

Well, there you are.

Now what I reckon
is, Damien, Frankie,

whatever you want
to call him, right,

got some contacts that
would go with him

whether he worked
for Curzon or not.

Bit like these women

who follow
hairdressers about, right.

So, what does he do?

There he is, he is
strapped for cash,

got a sick kid,

so he thinks
I know what I'll do,

I'll do a bit
of moonlighting.

So, Curzon sits outside
the Denton Royal,

on Monday night,

watching
Frankie coming out,

to give him a fright?

Yeah, that's what I reckon.

Why would he
warn him like that

if he was gonna
do him over later?

I don't know yet.

Well, all set
for tomorrow, Guv.

Midland Bank
with Joy Barton

and Frankie's
safety deposit box.

Oh, right,

thank you, Constable.

Jane?

Just a minute.

Sir?

What are you
doing this evening?

Good evening.

Good evening.

It's Miss Brent, isn't it?

I'd more or less given
up this sort of thing.

But, well, for a
friend of Marguerite.

How is Marguerite?

Oh, she's fine.

And you're so lovely.

Lucky me.

I called the
Perks Agency first.

Yes, well.

We parted company.

Shall we do the sordid
part straight away,

since you're a first timer?

If you'd care to
give me the money now,

I'll deal with
all the expenses.

We'll negotiate
extras later,

If there are any.

Oh, sorry about these,

Slings and arrows of
outrageous fortune.

I had an accident.

I think they're
kind of interesting.

Really?

Now, I want you to relax.

I sense we're going to have
a truly wonderful time.

A conference, is it,

that brings you to town?

Not so much a conference,

more a con, really.

I need to talk
to you, Harvey.

Give the lady
her money back.

I was just putting
some letters and papers
in the letter box.

Funny, I didn't
see any of that.

Hold on, all
you've got to do

is open the door
and have a look.

Your name?

Just open the door!

Your name, Sir?

Bowker,
Bob Bowker, leave off!

Off we go, Mr. Bowker.

Look, don't be ridiculous.

Back to the station.

You don't need no handcuffs,

this is ridiculous.

I drank sometimes,

in the Perks bar.

It's good for business.

Advertising people use it.

And then one night,

Barry Curzon said
he'd had a request

from a couple of
women for escorts.

Dinner and dancing.

He thought they were joking
at first, but they weren't.

If he supplied
girls, why not men?

He said if I had a friend,

I was looking at
a nice little deal.

And the friend was
Frankie the pizza waiter,

Damien, as he became.

Poor old boy,

I could see
he had potential.

I knew he needed the money.

He took a bit of
talking round but...

Then we were off.

Never looked back, until...

Until he had his face
rearranged for good.

Believe me,

I was on my way to
tell you everything.

When they got to me.

Barry Curzon's mob?

Threatened to do
the same thing to you?

Not directly, no.

They just said,

not to open my mouth.

What did you
take that to mean?

Well, Frankie'd
started to do business

on his own account.

Stupid.

Stupid and greedy.

I admit I helped him
out once or twice,

foursomes,

not entirely
my style, but...

It's all right,
Harvey, all right,

just keep to the point.

What?

Oh yes.

Barry cornered
him in the club.

There was a showdown.

He said he'd kill him.

He'd kill him,

if he didn't stay
exclusively on the books.

I was there
when he said that.

And he wouldn't want
you repeating that to us.

But you should've done,

Harvey, shouldn't you?

All right, come on,

I want you to
give me a list

of all of
Damien's contacts.

I don't know
them all, but...

Any of them
give him trouble?

Yes.

Jane.

Jane Fanshawe,

she became
obsessed with him,

started following him about.

And that unfortunate woman

who killed herself, too.

Florence Allott,

Any chance of
police protection?

Sorry Harvey, we
haven't got the manpower.

Are you sure about this?

Urgent call, Guv,

cricket club.

All right, I'm coming.

Sayer and Morris were on
their way in with Bowker

when Mrs. Hastings
called us.

She had seen the flames.

Mr. Hastings?

It's funny isn't it?

Our friend always seems
to strike when he's away.

Ah, Mrs. Hastings,

just a moment.

I understand that
you saw nothing

before you saw the flames,

is that right?

No, I can't be on
the lookout all the time.

No, of course you can't.

It's a campaign, isn't it?

It's just going
to go on and on.

No, not if
we've caught him.

Anything else?

Oh, yes, Sir, like he
said, we found these.

Behind the front door.

Bowker's keys and a letter.

Oh, what's it say?

Oh dear, oh dear,

he had it in for

certain named
members, didn't he?

It goes on, claims he's
innocent, of course?

And who are we
to say he isn't?

How long do they reckon

it took the
flames to get going?

The boys reckon
eight, nine minutes.

Yeah.

Mr. Pearce in, Mrs. Pearce?

No, he's out for his run.

I thought he might be.

Do you mind if
we have a chat?

Your name appears on
a list I've been given,

Anne-Marie,

a list of women

who were seen regularly
by the late Damien Law.

Yeah, okay,

I knew him.

I had sex with him.

But I didn't kill him.

You went out together?

No, no, he came here,

when Cyril was away.

Cyril can't, you see.

Damien could.

You paid him?

That's right.

A hundred and
fifty quid a time.

I wouldn't mind a little
number like that myself.

I don't think
you should have

any 'hopes' in that
direction, do you?

No, quite.

The Ball that you were
at the other evening,

Damien Law was there
with Jane Fanshawe.

Is that why you got drunk?

I do get drunk.

I drink.

I've got the
problem, all right?

I knew the score with him.

He was just a
cool little operator

you could have a laugh and
a bonk with, that's all.

And your car?

What about it?

Well, where you left it,

the other night.

It seems to me that when
you came home from the Ball

you sobered up and
tried to go out again.

But you failed.

Because when your husband

tried to get his car out
of the garage, he couldn't,

because yours was
blocking the drive.

now where were you going?

Anywhere, out of here.

Are you sure that's all
you've got to tell me?

Yes.

All right, thank you.

I'll see myself out.

Listen,

Cyril gets to know
about me and Damien,

he'll kill me.

Ah, there you are.

Yes listen, we're shelving
Bowker, temporarily.

Anything new on Curzon yet?

That's him with his
lawyer, just arriving, Sir?

There are two
women to see you, Sir.

One of them's
that Mrs. Newbiggin,

the other will
not give her name.

Two women eh,
that's interesting.

Do you reckon
I might be able to

do a career switch
then, Prentice?

You know, make it in
the escort business?

I don't think so, Sir.

Surely you're past all that?

I'll have you know

that Harvey Wade
is older than me.

Oh, yes.

But he's suave.

Suave?

What's suave?

All that suave is,

is just getting
the right clothes

and looking in the mirror.

Harvey phoned.

I thought we'd
better slip in

and get things cleared up.

Blimey, open a
window will, you.

'Slip in' and get
things cleared up?

You've been
withholding information.

Well, not really.

Oh yes, really!

I'd have been
coming for you.

We don't know
anything about the murder.

I mean, last
time we saw him,

Damien, socially, well,

it'd be that weekend.

When that woman threw
herself off the car park.

Shopping in London, we were.

Can you tell me what
your name is, Madam?

Addie,

Addie Parsons.

Now, how did all this start?

Well, that was me,

about a year ago.

My husband was
off to Dubai again.

And I do need to
have a good time,

regularly.

And Addie was at a
loose end so, well,

I saw these cards in a taxi

and phoned up Barry Curzon.

And he got you
a couple of blokes,

just like that?

I told him I'd report him

to the Equal Opportunities
Commission if he didn't.

Don't.

Damien's dead, remember.

He was a little darling,

he was, really.

She got too involved.

A bit intense, like.

She couldn't see him
the way I see Harvey,

you know as a regular.

Her husband's not
so understanding.

Understanding?

She really liked him,

Damien.

It's 1:45 a.m. on Tuesday.

I just thought
you'd like to know

that one of your employees,

Mr. Damien Law,

has set up in
business on his own.

He's using your clientele

and making a lot of money.

You might want to do
something about it...

Doesn't that let Miss
Fanshawe off the hook, too?

She'd hardly be
asking my client to

'do something about it'

if she'd just done
something about it herself.

Ah, well, well, look
what we've got here.

Another one of
your old friends.

Why don't you
go and say hello to
each other, socially.

Well, I expect we'll be
detaining you then will we,

Mr. Curzon?

No, no, Jack, we're not.

My client has
co-operated fully

and will continue to do so.

Good morning.

Why?

A copper-bottomed alibi.

I don't believe it.

I'll show you the statement
after I've been through it.

You'll love it.

Yeah, I bet I will.

Just had a complaint
about Jane Fanshawe,
Jack, this minute.

From a Mrs. Rosalie Martin.

Oh yeah, all right.

Jack, hear this tape first.

All right, okay, thank you.

My God.

He did say he had
a bit put by, but.

What's this?

Come on out, or
I'll come and get you!

You're gonna tell me what
the copper was doing here!

Get out of there, now!

I couldn't tell you
while Bruce was alive.

Why do I want you to
know I'm not a slut?

I do know.

Why don't you tell
me how it started.

It started with a woman
in the hairdresser's.

Laughing.

Such a human
kind of laugh.

Warm, amazed at herself.

It made me wonder
how long it was

since I'd laughed like that.

She said she'd
been out with a man

she'd hired for the night.

So you went to Perks?

And met Damien.

How often did you see him?

Every three or four weeks.

And you'd go out together?

Sometimes.

Sometimes I'd
cook him a meal

and take it to
him in his room.

And then you'd...

Go to bed?

Yes, always.

I needed to.

My husband was
a passionate man.

It goes on being
important, doesn't it?

Sex.

Longer than you think.

This case has given some of
my colleagues a big laugh.

Well, the younger ones.

As if it all stops
when you're forty.

Couldn't possibly
get excited.

You know,
for days beforehand,

I was like a girl,

planning what I'd wear,

the dress, the
underwear, the perfume.

And he was always so
attentive, so lighthearted.

It didn't seem like
a betrayal, somehow.

It seemed like a gift

that I brought
home and shared.

And Miss Fanshawe?

She wanted him
all to herself.

Now she never
leaves me alone.

She phones, all hours.

She sits out there in
her car, screams at me.

I don't want
my son to know.

We'll do our
best, Mrs. Martin.

The tea is ready.

Oh, there's some
cake in there as well,

do try some Inspector,

it's homemade.

Oh, thank you.

Frost's coming for you
Cyril, he's got your number.

For what?

You know, you bastard,
that scam with the Charity.

Does he know I hit him?

Who?

You hit Damien?

He was coming on
to me for thousands.

He tried again
it at the ball.

So I went round,
afterwards, to sort him out.

It was an accident.

Now, get dressed,
we're going.

You killed him?

You killed Damien?

Shut up!

He was everything to me.

Please Anne-Marie.

You're coming with me.

Can't you hear,
you useless sod.

He was everything to me!

All right, come on,
what have we got?

Four invoices, Guv.

These two relate to
the souvenir programs

for the charity ball.

This one's from the
printer to Cyril Pearce,

and this one's from Pearce
to the charity committee.

There's a big mark up.

And what about the others?

Same thing, Guv.

From an event Pearce
organized last year.

They came up in the
stuff we dug out on him.

Yeah, a different charity.

This one's the
Backbone Trust.

Frankie and Joy Barton
had a connection with it

because of their
little boy, Colin.

All right, come on
then, Constable.

Why would Frankie Barton

have all this stuff
in his security box?

Blackmail documents?

Frankie could've
stumbled on a racket.

We know he was
seeing Pearce's wife,

and in her own home,

where the office is.

She could've
said something,

and he followed it up.

Yeah, we know that
she hates her old man.

Well done, Constable.

All right, let's
check with the charity.

Get on to the
treasurer, will you.

Come on then, get moving!

Chop, chop.

(Phone ringing)

Hello, Prue Hastings.

Oh, hello, Sergeant...

That's not very
convenient, I'm afraid.

Well, of course,

if I must.

I understand.

shall we say ten minutes?

That's a bit over the
top, isn't it, Guv'nor,

bringing her in on it?

I want Pearce nailed.

Mrs. Hastings, would you
mind waiting here,

just for a
couple of minutes?

You'd better
call for back up?

Take a look out
there first, go on.

Where's your husband?

Has he gone?

Damien...

Damien...

Yes.

Didn't tell him.

Tell him what?

Didn't tell
him about us.

He was a good man.

Yes.

Cyril killed him.

It's all right, yes, I know.

I know, go on, go on.

You're gonna be all right.

You're gonna be all right.

Ssh.

Karl, get the medics down to
Anne-Marie will you, please.

Yes sir.

Thank you.

Is Anne-Marie all right?

Yes, well, she's going
to be, yes thank you.

Are these the Accounts?

Yes.

All right, I'll take them.

That's all right,
I get them.

Oh Prentice, look
after those, will you?

Also, go with
the ambulance,

make sure Anne-Marie's
gonna be all right.

Mrs. Hastings, I wonder if
you could do me a favor?

A favor?

Could you give me a lift?

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

It's just that
on the way over

we heard that there had been

another incident
at the cricket club.

Could I have your keys?

I told you, Inspector,

I, a mere mortal,

would never be given
keys to hallowed ground.

Please.

Thank you.

What's going on?

We've changed all the locks.

Where are the old ones?

In the skip, round the back.

Hold it, hold it!

Let's have it back.

I always said it
was an inside job.

I hope you'll say

I behaved like a
good citizen Inspector,

and helped you
with your enquiries.

If I hadn't, I'd have been
making my escape too.

Don't like Denton very much,

do you, Mrs. Hastings?

Would anyone
choose to live here?

Well they do say the first
six years are the worst.

Leave a note did you,

saying the fire
was the last straw?

Something like that.

Hoping he'd follow.

Knowing that he
probably wouldn't.

You can't separate people
from their passions.

I'm no longer
one of Clifford's.

I don't believe it.

And this is Curzon's alibi?

Have you shown this
to Hornrim Harry, yet?

No, I think you've earned
that privilege, Jack.

Oh yeah?

I think I have.

Where've you been.

You can't take a tea break.

Not with all those files
to clear up in my office.

I have not got
time to do that, sir.

I am starting
all the leave

that is owing
to me tomorrow.

You what?

Oh yes, sir.

I am taking the
ill-health pension.

Stress.

Stress?

Yes, sir, it's a
very good deal,

you should think about
taking it yourself, Sir,

it could lengthen your life.

So, it's Pearce.

Yep.

What about the other man
who was gunning for Barton,

Curzon, was it, the pimp?

That's right,
Barry Curzon, the pimp.

Well apparently,
DCI Peters was correct,

he's got a cast iron alibi.

Well, get on with it.

Well it appears at the
time Barton was killed,

Barry Curzon was
giving what he calls

a floor show
with some girls

at the house of
one, Rupert Duffy.

That would be
Councilor Duffy, Sir.

Councilor Duffy?

Oh, isn't Councilor Duffy

a member of you
cricket club committee?

He was also with Councilor
March and a James Nevin.

They all support
Curzon's alibi.

Funny that, isn't it, Sir?

The way that it's all tied
up with the cricket club?

Well,

well done, Jack.

Thank you, Sir.

Inspector.

Mrs. Martin?

Are you all right?

Oh, yes,
it's nothing, sorry.

I was going to leave this
for you, at the desk.

What's that a bribe?

It's just,

I made you a cake.

The sort you like.

You were so kind to me.

I think I might have
embarrassed you,

some of the things I said.

No, no, not at all.

Well, I was grateful.

Anyway, it gave me
something to do, baking

I feel a bit lost,
at the moment.

Yes, I know what it's like.

Do you?

Yes well, I lost my wife,

not too long ago.

I'm sorry.

It's terrible, isn't it,

the emptiness.

After a happy marriage.

I didn't say
mine was happy.

I was just wondering if,

you might like to come out

for a drink
with me, sometime?

I might,

I just need a bit of time.

Oh, thanks for the cake.