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Good afternoon, Jack.

Good afternoon.

Ah, I remember these places.

Used to have squatters in
before they were evicted.

Got those bucket
and seat privies

down the bottom
of the garden.

Bum freezers we
used to call them.

All right,
where are we going?

Up here.

Anyway enough of
the history lesson.

So, tell me what you've
got, a body I understand.

Yeah, it's a dozer
by the looks of it.

Yeah, wasn't stuck
in the privies, was he?

Yeah, bout as bad,

in a coal bunker.

Round here, left.

All right, here?

Oh my god.

Well, he's dead all right.

Any idea who it
might have been?

No, he's probably some tramp
who crept in, got hypothermia.

Yes, he's been there months
by the looks of it, at least.

Was he like this
when he was found?

No, no, he was covered up.

The corrugated iron
was across the top.

Detective Sergeant
Maude, Denton CID.

You took your time.

That should keep
the beggar out.

I'm the GP.

This is Lily.

Lily Turner.

She's in a very
distressed state.

I'd rather you
didn't touch anything.

Who are you, by the way?

I live next door.

George Armitage.

Her husband's inside.

Eighteen months.

Stealing radio's from cars.

He stole mine.

Hello, Lily.

Do you wanna tell
me what happened?

Did someone hurt your baby?

Seems someone broke
in and woke the child.

Lily was watching
TV in the next room.

She tried to get
in here but couldn't.

He wedged a chair
under the door handle.

She hears him
moving around,

so she come running
next door to me.

I come round and
kicked the door open.

He'd gone.

How is the child.

Is there any
sexual interference?

No evidence of that,

the child's untouched.

There's no
evidence of anything.

Except I found this
hypodermic on the floor.

Any idea what's in it?

Not sure.

Clear water,

as far as I can tell.

I'd like to see Mr. Frost.

I think he's got my medals.

Jack.

Yeah.

Young lady to see you.

Sorry, me again.

I wondered if
you'd got them back?

Got them back?

Mrs. erm....

Hinkley.

Hinkley.

The medals, you remember.

A man came from the
water and stole them.

Came from the water, did he?

It's not so much the jewelry,

it's my husband's medals.

He was shot down
over Hamburg in the war.

Posthumous DFM.

Con artist came to your door

claiming he was
from the water board,

is that right?

Popped upstairs
to flush the loo.

When he'd left,
he'd taken everything.

Yes, listen love,

if I get any news

I'll be in touch
right away, I promise.

I knew you would, Mr. Frost.

Being a hero yourself.

All right, worst
things happen at sea.

Come on, what is it?

All right, let me guess.

Mr. Mullett has
not come through

with your
promotion to acting DI.

No, and he as
good as promised.

Well, he couldn't
swing it love, could he?

Not now DCI Peters
has come back.

All right, so what's
he got you working on?

It's a strange case.

We had another
incident last night.

That's four in two weeks.

It's a child abuser.

Sexual interference?

No, that's
what makes it strange.

He breaks into houses

where there are
young children

and he seems
not to do anything.

Except last night

we found a
hypodermic syringe.

Do you know any mad doctors?

Was there water
in the hypodermic?

Yeah.

He's not a doctor.

He just thinks
he ought to be?

Do you know who it is sir?

Well I sniff something.

You won't find it on
your database either.

You better see
me in the morning.

It's time you
met our Mr. Trigg,

he's in charge
of card indexing.

Ah, there you
are inspector.

Come in, have a look.

Right.

Nothing much to show
I suppose, is there?

That's where you're wrong.

What do you wanna know?

Well, usual things.

Was he murdered?

Very much so.

He died of a heavy
blow to the head

which smashed his skull.

I doubt that he
died in the bunker.

Probably killed elsewhere

and moved soon after.

Interested in food?

Well, no, not at the moment.

Pity.

We managed to salvage
his stomach contents.

All right.

Substantial meal.

He probably died within
an hour of eating it.

Salmon fish cake,
peas and chips.

Washed down with an
artificially flavored

carbonated liquid.

A what?

A fizzy drink.

Nothing on the body
to identify him.

He was wearing an
ordinary waterboard jacket

over ordinary clothes.

Pockets all empty.

He was a big man.

Not much chance of any
fingerprints, I suppose?

We might get something.

There are interesting
scraps of flesh.

And DNA.

And we're working
on it inspector.

I'll tell you what
the funny thing is...

I think I know him.

Shop?

Ah, morning Trigg,
how are you, alright?

Yes, hello Jack,
I'm all right.

Listen, I want you to find....

Here, aren't these
all supposed to be in
alphabetical order?

Wasn't that what
it was invented for?

Very funny.

Everything got mixed up
when they moved, didn't it?

Now they're saying
these files are redundant.

That's what
we'll all be soon.

Bloody computers.

You know, they've
got no heart have they?

No feeling for
personal information.

No instinct.

No, I know what you mean.

Anyway, listen,
I want your help.

Have you got anything
on an unlikely lad

called Sydney Snell?

Slimey Sid?

Used to call at houses

saying he was from
the Health Department

and the kids needed
to be vaccinated.

Yeah, that's the one.

Sydney was a troubled little
boy of thirty, Sergeant.

Bright lad in his way.

His uncle used to be a GP

and left him
his medical bag.

And for some
unknown reason,

he used to like
to stick needles

into plump little bottoms,

or fat little arms.

Yeah.

Did it eight or nine
times before we caught him.

He served three years.

They promised him
psychiatric help.

Why is he not computer listed?

Because, this was all of,

what, eight years ago?

No, it was about seven.

Anyway, he left Denton.

Too many parents
threatened to do him over

if he ever came back.

So when he left prison

he went up north somewhere.

So why tell me to
look for him then?

Because Sydney's only
friend was his mother.

And I thought he might
come back to live with mummy

now that it's
all been forgotten.

He'll be in here somewhere.

Under unusual interests.

Yes.

There you are Jack.

That's him.

Sydney Snell,

44 Parnell Terrace.

Well that's his
mother's address anyway.

Well, do you want to go
and have a look, Sergeant?

Mmmm.

Sydney's always
been a mummy's boy.

They reckon
he's never had sex,

so he's never grown up,

you know in that way.

It's called sublimation, sir.

Yeah, well whatever.

He liked to play
doctors and nurses.

Especially when there's a
childhood epidemic about.

He thinks he's saving them.

Ah, Jack.

Ah, yes.

Body in the coal bunker.

Yeah.

We've come up with an ident.

You'll never believe it.

Go on.

Lemmy Hoxton.

Lemmy Hoxton.

'Cor.

I've nicked Lemmy Hoxton.

Vicious bastard.

We've all nicked Lemmy Hoxton.

Oh yeah.

What's his wife's name?

Maggie.

Maggie.

What has she
been doing then?

I mean he's been
dead for three months

and she's not even
reported him missing.

Well, she probably
couldn't believe her luck.

You're right.

Anyway, she's got
some questions to answer.

Come on, let's go.

Shall I chase
up Sydney Snell
myself then, sir?

No, you can study
that file for now.

Look at that.

Lemmy's Toyota.

Hello, Maggie.

Mr. Frost.

Will this be
business or pleasure.

If you're looking for
Lemmy, he's not here.

I know that, he's dead.

Who says?

I did, but you knew
that didn't you?

No, I didn't.

When Lemmy died

he bequeathed me a
murder to investigate.

So, can we come in
and have a look round.

Thank you.

Searching me house.

You've no right.

Don't you want to know
what happened to him?

No.

Good, I'll tell you.

He's been dead
for three months.

Someone hit him on the head.

Oh dear.

See you're bearing up well

to the recent news

of your tragic loss.

Lemmy was a vicious sod.

Alive or dead.

I'm glad.

In fact I'm over the moon.

Oh yeah?

So when did you see him last?

Three months ago.

We had a barney
and he walked out.

Don't you find that strange.

That he just left his house,

Ieft his Toyota,

Ieft his change
of underwear.

What was this row about,

theological matters was it?

Bonking matters.

He was humping
another woman.

Jack.

Yes.

Just found these.

In the back bedroom.

Well don't look at me,

they'll be Lemmy's.

Well, more of his
ill gotten gains eh?

Anything else?

Yeah, his checkbook.

In the dressing table.

Lemmy left you
three months ago.

Did he leave you
plent for housekeeping?

No, he didn't
give a sod about me.

Oh, come on Maggie,

you know that's not true.

He cared about you.

Course he did.

Even when he was dead

he went on signing
checks for you.

Have you seen this.

It's his check book.

We talked to the bank.

Lemmy died
three months ago,

yet he signed one
of these last week.

Okay.

I did his signature.

I was alone and I was broke.

The jury's not
going to convict me
on that, are they?

Now come on, Maggie.

You wouldn't have done that

if he'd still been alive.

Because he'd have given
you a bloody good hiding!

Do you know what I reckon?

I reckon that you and
one of your boyfriends

hit him on the head
with something heavy.

You gotta be joking.

Give us a fag.

I'll tell you the truth.

Lemmy went out
to do a job that day.

One of his usual
house calls, was it?

When he didn't come back,

I thought he'd been nicked,
it happened so often.

Then he didn't come back.

And he didn't
come back again.

Well, you don't look a gift
horse in the mouth, do you?

After a bit I started
doing his checks.

Didn't you think
he might be dead?

I hoped so.

Why didn't you
call the police?

Because if I had,

his real wife might have got
his house and his cash flow.

I'm his commonlaw.

Give us me bag.

His credit card statement.

Lemmy never let that
card out of his sight.

If he'd pegged out
three months ago,

how come his spends
seven hundred quid

at a Supertek discount
warehouse a fortnight ago?

You're detectives,

you work it out.

'Cos I reckon
whoever killed him

might have taken
his wallet as well,

don't you?

Look at that, there Love.

Gas off, water off,

the only thing that's
missing is sod off.

You know, this used to
be a nice street once,

before they started
knocking it to pieces.

Anyway, that's where
Sydney Snell used to live,

there, number 44.

I came here about seven
years ago to arrest him.

I remember,

his mother
answered the door.

Sydney was in the kitchen,

he got a tea towel
around his shoulders.

She'd been cutting his hair.

Locks all over the floor.

When I told him the charges

his mother just said
'oh dear, Sydney,

I thought you'd always
been a good boy'.

She clobbered him
beside the earhole.

Outside the neighbors
were gathering.

Shouting abuse

and throwing things at
the car when we left.

Sydney didn't understand
what was going on.

He didn't think he'd
done anything wrong.

He loved kids, he said.

He just wanted to help them.

He got four years.

He was out in three.

What was that?

There's someone in there.

Come on, come on!

Open up!

Who is it?

It's the Avon Lady.

Come on Sydney,
I want a word with you.

I thought it
was you, Mr. Frost.

Hoped to never
see you again.

Yeah, I bet you did.

Well, come on.

Where's your mother?

Me mother died.

She was in
hospital for weeks.

They only told me
when she was dying.

She went before I got there.

I'm very sorry
to hear that, Sydney.

I'd still like to come in
and have a talk with you.

Come in.

No thank you.

I expect you'll say
what this is about.

Well, we were just
passing and I thought

I know where to
get a nice cup of tea

and a fancy cake.

When did your
mother die, Mr. Snell?

Two weeks ago.

So you've been in
Denton two weeks?

Are you staying here?

I can't, can I?

They're pulling this down.

Mother was the last tenant.

She told them she'd never go

while she was still alive.

So when she died,

before the funeral,

they told me,

they were going to
knock our house down.

Tomorrow,
everything gets cut off.

I'm going back,

to Newcastle.

Mr. Snell, about the
time you came to Denton

we started getting
complaints of children

being interfered
with in their cots.

I never hurt children.

That was ages ago.

I was caught,

and punished.

I learned my lesson.

They don't like child
molesters in prison.

I know.

I'm not too
keen on them either.

I got beaten up.

Where were you the night
before last, Mr. Snell?

Here.

I never go out.

I see.

What do you do to amuse
yourself then, Sydney?

I read the Bible.

I've taken my punishment,

and turned to the Lord.

And does the Lord know

what else you've got
in your drawer, Sydney?

It's quite innocent.

Yes, but you're
not are you, eh?

What's all this?

I think we should discuss
this somewhere else.

I haven't done anything.

You're not going to start
blaming me all over again?

I think you've been a
very naughty boy, again.

No, I haven't
done anything bad.

I learned my lesson.

My mother just died.

Children are my friends.

Right, come and sit down,

opposite me Sydney.

Come on, sit there.

I want you to promise me

that you'll never
be a bad boy again.

Go on I want you to
swear it, on the Bible.

Go on.

I swear on the Bible

I will never be
a bad boy again,

and I'll
return to Newcastle

first thing tomorrow.

Sir?

It's all right, and,

And?

You'll never come
back to Denton again.

I'll never, ever,

come back to Denton again.

Amen.

Amen.

Good boy.

I cannot
believe that, sir.

Mmm?

He practically confessed.

The evidence
was lying there.

We should have taken him in.

Oh, come on Sergeant.

You've seen him.

He's inadequate,

he's pathetic.

Look at him,

he's a
forty year old virgin.

His mother's just died.

I mean look around you

his world has collapsed.

Now I nicked
him once before

and he was sent to prison

and used as a punchbag.

Now that shouldn't
happen again.

Right.

I'm putting it on record

I completely disagree

with what you just did.

You have let loose
a child abuser

who is incapable of
controlling himself

and will probably
offend again.

My case was almost complete.

All that goes in my report.

All right, we'll get in
touch with Newcastle CID.

That way we'll
keep tabs on him.

It is not enough.

That man is a child abuser

and you heard him admit it.

Night fellas.

Thanks again.

No!!!!

No!!!!

Help me!

Help me!

Police!

Jack, you're
jacket's bleeping.

Hmmm?

I'll get it.

Alpha Bravo two four
to Control, come in.

Nasty one, Jack.

Two kids dead and a
mother gone missing.

Sergeant Toolan's
in there sir,

and Sergeant Maude.

All right.

Make yourself useful,

chat to the neighbors.

It'll save you a
job in the morning.

Yes, guv.

Well?

It's a tragic mess, Jack.

Two kids dead,

and the mother's
done a runner.

Oh, my god.

What was her
name, the mother?

Nancy Grover.

Age 21.

Nobody saw her leave,

but we think she's
wearing a red coat.

We are looking for her now.

Where's the father?

He's in there.

The medic's given
him a sedative,

said he needs
to go to hospital.

The fella's in deep shock.

I'll have a word with him.

Well, you can try Jack.

But with what
he's been given,

he'll soon be out cold.

Dr. McKenzie's on his way.

All right, In that case

I'd better take a look at
the kids then, hadn't I?

Dennis, age 3.

Linda age 1 1 months.

We think that's the pillow

used to smother them.

Dear, oh dear, oh dear.

Alright, alright.

No clues as to where the
mother might be, I suppose?

No not really Jack, no.

Horrible.

Has he had a cup of tea?

Good.

She did it.

Hmm?

She killed my kids.

Who's that Mr. Grover?

Your wife?

Sir.

He's heavily sedated, sir.

Said he got home around two

to find his wife gone

and his kids dead.

Sir?

All right, stay
with him, will you?

There's someone outside
who might be able to help.

Who's that?

The workmate
who drove him home.

The old bloke
across the road

saw his van stop outside.

So we gave him a call.

What's going on?

Who are you?

Phil Collard.

Mark's mate.

I drove him home tonight.

Or rather, two this morning.

We work together,
carpetfitters.

I see, well....

Mark?

Phil?

My babies.

They're dead, Phil.

Mr. Collard.

I'd like to talk to
you for a minute.

Inside.

Please.

Thank you.

Who's that, Sergeant?

It's the father,
Doctor Mackenzie.

He's in deep shock.

The babies are in
the small bedroom.

Could you check
for any injections?

Injections?

I understood it was a
possible asphyxiation.

Yeah, but if you find any
pinpricks from a hypodermic.

I'll look out for
anything unusual.

All right.

You said that you
were working tonight.

It's a funny time to be
fitting carpet, isn't it?

Got a rush job.

A nice little payer.

We were down the
pub this evening,

as per usual,

when Mark got a
call on his mobile.

Mr. Maltby,

from Bonley's
Department Store.

Hold on a second.

Who was that again?

Mr. Maltby,

from Bonley's
Department Store.

Could we do a
rush job for them.

Two hundred a piece.

We jumped at it.

I came with the van

around eight to pick him up.

Nancy had the hump,

sat there
complaining and sulking.

Kids screaming and shouting.

Why did she have the hump?

The usual thing.

She didn't like
being left on her own.

We got to Bonley's
about eight thirty.

Fitted the grippers
and underlay.

Carpet turned up about then.

So we, well worked
like the clappers

and got done around
quarter to two.

I drove Mark back here,

dropped him at the door

then I went home to bed.

Had she ever threatened
anything like this before?

She often said
she'd do herself in.

Any idea where
she might have gone?

I mean to
relatives or friends?

No, she didn't
have friends.

Relatives?

I haven't heard of any.

Now, Mr. Collard
just for the record,

is there anyone at Bonley's

that can confirm that
you were there tonight?

The night security guard.

I mean, what are
you suggesting then!

No, no, no.

It's just that we've got
to check everyone out.

The innocent and the guilty.

Okay, that'll be fine.

If you'd like to just wait
here for a minute would you?

Collier.

Go in there now
would you please

and check out
Mr. Collard's story

about Bonley's
Department Store.

Mr. Collard.

Got anything Sergeant?

Yeah, we've got a
neighbor here sir

who saw something.

Right.

Well, sir, can you
tell me what you saw?

I don't sleep you see.

Happens when you get older.

I heard someone
running down the street

round about one thirty,

that's what woke me up.

I couldn't get
back to sleep,

so I took the dog out.

Mark and his mate,

got home
round about two.

Right, thank you very much.

Very helpful, thank you.

Look after him
will you Sergeant?

Come this way, sir.

Right, Jack...

Not now, Sandy, please.

This bad.

You owe me, right?

We're looking for the
kids' mother, okay?

Has she killed them?

Like something
suddenly snapped?

Oh, come on Sandy...

You're not sure,

now don't say
you're baffled.

I'm not baffled,

and I'm never sure.

This is going to be
a big story, Jack.

Yeah, well you
know us at Denton,

we never seek publicity.

See you, Jack.

Mr. Mullett.

Mr. Mullett sir.

Could we have a
statement, please?

All I can say at
the present time,

is that we have
an excellent team.

My people will be doing
everything in their power.

Morning Bill.

Morning Jack.

He wants to see you.

Do you mean Mullett?

I always mean Mullett.

Morning, sir.

I saw you had your
photograph taken last night.

Sit down.

No it's all right...

You heard, I said sit down!

Now first you
better tell me

who you think
is responsible

for the death
of those kids?

Well at this stage

we think it's the mother.

Did you know the little boy

had been given
an injection

in his upper arm?

What?

I'm told it
happened after death.

Do you see what that means?

Sir?

What that means is
that whoever did it,

almost certainly
murdered him.

And the other child.

Now I've been given
a report by DS Maude

which I propose to
take very seriously.

Sydney Snell.

Yes, Sydney Snell.

The habitual child molester.

She was going to arrest him.

You let him loose
to return to Newcastle.

Look, I don't think
that Sydney Snell

had anything to do with this.

No, look at the links.

Snell breaks into
people's houses

and injects young children

out of some misguided
idea of helping them.

The Grover house
was broken into

and the little boy injected.

Sydney is pathological,

he's inadequate,

but he is not a killer.

How do you know that?

Supposing
something went wrong.

Supposing one of
the children woke
and made a noise

and he had to put a
pillow over their face.

Supposing the
mother came in

and he had to
murder her too.

All right where's the body?

I don't know,
but the point is

you're an
experienced policeman

and you let Snell go

and I want to know why!

'Cos I felt
bloody sorry for him.

I'd nicked him once before.

He didn't think he'd
done anything wrong.

They promised him
psychiatric help.

Instead they
sent him to jail

where he was beaten up.

Then he should have learnt
his lesson, shouldn't he?

And so should you.

But instead
of detaining him

you sent him packing.

Now what have you
got to say for yourself.

Not a lot.

You made a stupid,

unprofessional decision.

You know what could
happen now, don't you?

If a man you've
failed to arrest

proves to have
murdered two children,

that amounts to
neglect of duty.

Chief Constable will
set up an inquiry.

And this time I have no
intention of protecting you.

I wouldn't
expect you to, sir.

I ought to suspend
you straight away

but you know this
Snell character.

That's going to be useful.

So I'm bringing in DCI
Peters to run this case.

From now on you will
take your instructions

directly from him.

Sir.

I'm sorry sir,

I had to do it to
safeguard my position.

The evidence was clear.

I understand, Sergeant.

So long as you don't
think it's personal?

No, I didn't,

I thought it was a
very good career move.

Yeah well.

Yes, well.

Now we've got Inspector
Peters over both of us

and he's a very tidy man

and he'll want a
very tidy solution.

Yes, well.

Has anything come up?

Not much.

Two neighbors who
thought they heard

rowing from the bungalow

sometime earlier on.

What, the Grovers?

No, it couldn't
have been, sir.

I checked out Mark Grover

at Bonley's Department Store.

According to the
Night Security Guard,

the two
carpetfitters were there

from half past eight

'till almost
two this morning.

They had no way
of getting out

because the main
security door was locked.

Can anyone confirm that?

Yeah, I spoke to
the man who hired him.

A Mr. Maltby
from Bonley's Store.

He said he rang about
midnight to check progress

and spoke to Mark Grover
while he was there.

Yes, well,
all right Sergeant.

Come on then.

What else are in
Mr. Peter's plans?

Full scale search
for the mother.

And we're looking
for Sydney Snell.

I'm just on my
way to the mortuary

to speak to
the Pathologist.

All right.

I think I'll come with you.

Straight forward.

Children were
asphyxiated with a pillow

while they were sleeping.

They wouldn't
have cried out,

wouldn't have
heard anything.

The injection mark
on the boy's arm.

What do you make of that?

Nothing I can
make sense of.

It occurred to me that he
might have been sedated.

But there's no sign of that.

Could it have been water?

It could.

You'll want time of death.

At the moment somewhere
between 1 1 pm and midnight.

I could be more precise

if you can find
out what time

the children had
their last meal.

The father must know
when they were fed.

He's still in hospital
under sedation.

He's in deep shock.

Doctor won't let
us question him.

And you haven't
found the mother?

No.

If I may say so,

I do think you should
try and be quick about it.

Why say that?

Because quite often

the mother kills
herself soon afterwards.

That's if she's the
killer of the children,

we don't know that.

We do have another suspect.

Morning.

Morning, Mel.

Jack.

DCI Peters is having a team
briefing on the Grover case.

He wants you both
there in fifteen minutes.

Oh dear.

Oh, and Jack.

You got them back, Mr. Frost.

Well done.

I knew you would.

Ah, Mrs. Hinkley.

Yes, all right, Sergeant, yes.

Your medals.

Ah.

That's it.

Thank you.

Now then, do you see
anything that's yours.

'Course I do.

It's his DFM.

I never thought
I'd see it again.

Can I take it now?

I'm afraid not,
Mrs. Hinkley.

It's evidence, you see,

we've got to hang
onto it for a bit.

Oh, and the photos.

What a relief.

I'd hate to think of these

falling into the wrong hands.

Are these you Mrs. Hinkley.

My husband did all
his own developing.

You were pretty well
developed yourself,

by the looks of things.

(Knock on the door)

Yeah.

Jack.

The briefing's starting.

Jack?

Oh, yes.

You better take those
home, Mrs. Hinkley.

If you leave them here

we'll all get too excited.

I wasn't always old, you see.

Nancy Grover.

Twenty one.

The missing mother.

Address, 25 Creswell Street.

Nancy has a
history of depression.

She's been under treatment.

Social Services were involved

and on several occasions

she's threatened to
take her own life.

We think she's
wearing a red coat.

We started without
you, Inspector.

Yes, I see.

Sorry.

We also want to find this man.

Sydney Snell.

Consider him a suspect
as well as the mother.

We need to find them both.

Right, any questions?

Okay, get to it.

Yeah, yeah.

Police officers arriving now.

We should be
on the move soon.

Where is she?

Just inside the
tunnel there, see?

Any idea how
long it'll take?

No, I'm afraid not.

It's playing hell
with the timetable.

We've got trains backed up
all the way down the line.

Really?

That's tough.

Mr. Grover?

Remember me?

How are you today?

Not too well, are we?

She killed my babies.

Mr. Grover, there is
something I have to tell you.

We've found Nancy

and I'm afraid she's dead.

She killed herself.

She said she would.

She killed my babies.

I think you'd better go.

Mr. Grover,

Iast night you said

someone entered your house.

Now did you see anyone inside?

Leave me alone.

Please, just go.

Please, please.

Any idea who she is?

It's just someone that
we've been looking for.

That the train that hit her?

No, no.

The track workers saw
her on the line ahead

and stopped the train.

What time was the last
through train last night?

Well, there was the
12.05 then the 12.40

then that's it
until this morning.

Can you examine your trains?

They're all over
the place, but we'll try.

Now can you move her

and let us get back
to a normal service.

Could she have been
walking through the tunnel.

I'd say it was more likely
she jumped from the parapet

Ianded on the roof of a
train and got carried in.

Thank you.

Well, that's it then.

Well, she killed her kids,

walked up there and jumped.

Just a minute.

Now we've got witnesses

stating they heard
a row around midnight.

She must have been
pretty light of bloody foot

to get here
to be hit by the 1205

or the 1240 come to that.

Quite so, Inspector.

What's more,
this death isn't a suicide.

She was murdered.

Come again?

If she'd gone
under the wheels,

we might not have seen it
until the full post mortem.

But there are stab
wounds to her arms.

I presume where she
tried to defend herself.

Then again she'd been
stabbed in the chest.

Sharp knife.

Pointed.

It's possible that she
was murdered elsewhere.

Probably around midnight.

Then brought here.

Her other injuries
come from the train.

So if it's murder.

That brings us
back to Sydney Snell
again, doesn't it.

Sydney Snell is
not a frenzied killer.

If he'd done it he
wouldn't try to hide the crime

by bringing the body here,

he'd just panic and run away.

Look, why don't we go
back to Cresswell Street

and review the evidence?

I mean if he'd done it,

why isn't the house
full of blood stains?

I don't know.

Snell was diagnosed psychotic.

Nancy Grover was
supposed to be suicidal.

Look Jack, we both know why
you don't want it to be Snell.

Ah, there you are Hammond.

I presume before they
put all this bloody
polythene stuff down

all the carpets were
checked for blood stains?

Yes, of course, sir.

They're clean.

All right.

So that means if
anyone was stabbed to death

in any of these rooms,

you would have found evidence.

Yes, sir.

There you are, Jim.

Remember those old
questions they taught us.

Where abouts, and what with?

Could have happened outside.

Or somewhere else.

Yes, but where's the evidence?

Eh?

The evidence?

You know the courts are
in love with that stuff.

We'll find it.

Speaking of evidence.

We've found something quite
interesting in the kitchen.

It's the back door, sir.

Now the...,

apparently the neighbors
kids broke the panel.

And I'd say that
this plywood here

has been nailed
on fairly recently.

But as you can see
it's been forced.

Now probably the intruder
shoved his hand through

and turned the key.

It could have been
one of the family.

Oh Jack.

Well.

It shouldn't be
too hard to find out.

You see whoever did it

grazed his arm.

And we have blood stains,

and we're getting DNA

which can be
matched to a suspect.

If you should
happen to have one.

We have.

Sydney Snell.

I'm bringing him in.

That's three you owe me.

Never mind.

It's expenses.

Yeah.

I want to check a
rumor with you, Jack.

Nancy Grover did not jump
in front of that train,

she was pushed.

You know better than
to listen to rumors Sandy.

I wouldn't be a
news hound if I didn't.

Is it true?

This isn't a mother
in crisis after all.

It's a threefold murder

and the police
have a prime suspect.

Oh, do they?

Do they really,
Sandy, go on.

There's another
rumor going about.

About you.

I told you not
to listen to rumors.

This one says
you cocked it up.

You had the prime suspect

and you let him go again.

Who told you that?

Is it true?

Jack, this time
I'm not asking you

because I want to print it.

Someone will.

They could do
you a lot of damage.

You'd better
understand that.

I'm not leaning on you.

I'm talking as a friend.

I'm a good
policeman, Sandy.

Not one of the new kind.

I'm the old fashioned kind.

With feelings
and gut instincts.

All right, so I don't
play by the rule book

and I cut corners.

But my judgment is good.

We know that,

but is it this time?

The truth is, Sandy,

yesterday I made
a stupid decision.

Because I felt sorry
for someone at the time.

Well, I made it and
I've got to live with it.

None of us go on forever.

Maybe I'm losing it.

My job's changing too, Jack.

Getting dirtier all the time.

Everybody's fair
game these days.

Doesn't matter
what you did once,

or if you were the local hero.

It's what you
do now that counts.

Meaning what?

Meaning you better
get your finger out,

because your reputation
isn't going to protect you.

Call me if you need me.

I've got to go.

Yeah.

There you are.

I've been in
every pub in town.

I thought you were coming
over to see me tonight.

Ah, yes, well,

you know how it is?

You had enough of me then?

No, of course not, Kitty.

You've been very good to me.

'Course I have.

What is it then.

Well, I suppose
you'll read about it

in the papers tomorrow.

I was the one
that let the man go

who they think
murdered those kids.

Well you must have
had your reasons.

Oh yeah, I did.

They were bad reasons.

I arrested this bloke

about seven years ago.

Still have
nightmares about it.

The neighbors
screaming hatred,

banging on the
roof of the car.

I felt sorry for him

and it clouded my judgment.

I know he didn't
kill those kids,

but I should never
have let him go.

Look, Jack,

you're right.

You always were.

It's just you're exhausted.

What you need's a holiday.

No, what would
I do with a holiday?

If you're
determined to sit there

and be sorry for
yourself, I'm off.

Yeah, well.

All right, Kitty.

I think I'd just better
get this sorted, you know.

Well, you see you do then.

Because I don't
hang around forever.

Just you remember that.

Any sign of Snell, Sergeant?

No, sir, seems
to have vanished.

Well, he couldn't have
gone back to his old home,

they're pulling those
houses down today.

Come on, Sydney.

Morning George.

Mr. Frost!

Where did they find Sydney?

DS Maude brought him in.

You might say he was at home.

You know I didn't do it.

Do I?

Do I?

How did you cut your hand?

On the Bible?

Now listen, you promised me...

Jack, stay away from this.

He's my prisoner.

Don't you want me
in on the interview?

No, I don't.

Sit down please.

Interview with Mr. Snell.

Eleven-o-five am.

Those present, DCI Peters,

DS Maude.

I am detaining you in
connection with the deaths

of Nancy, Dennis
and Linda Grover.

You do not have
to say anything

but it may harm your
defense if you do not mention

when questioned
something which you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.

Do you understand?

Yes, I do, Mr. Peters.

Now Mr. Snell, your
left hand is bandaged.

Can you tell us how
you incurred that injury?

Was it when you went
to the Grover house

the night of the murder?

I don't know.

You've given a blood sample.

It matches blood stains
found on the back door.

There were plywood
fibres in the wound.

You illegally entered the
Grover house two nights ago,

didn't you?

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

I love children.

I could never harm them.

I only want to
make them better.

Only sometimes things
go wrong, don't they?

Sydney?

You've always tried to be
a good boy, haven't you?

Take a look at that.

Yes, what is it?

Snell's confession.

Confession?

Confession to what?

Burglary.

Child abuse.

The murder of Mrs. Grover

and her two children.

It all happened
in a haze, he says.

He doesn't know
what came over him.

Oh, bloody hell.

Don't you mean
congratulations?

No, I mean bloody hell.

I think I made a
very foolish decision.

He promised me on the Bible.

It wasn't just
foolish was it, Jack?

It was fatal.

Two children
who would be alive,

are now dead
because of your action.

The Chief Constable has
already asked for my report.

I shall have to
recommend an inquiry.

In the circumstances I ought
to suspend you straight away,

but, well, if you can settle
this Hoxton case quickly,

that'll be something
to say in your favor.

Listen, stay away from Snell.

He's in custody,
where he belongs.

He'll be sent for trail.

Yes, sir.

Jack,

I truly regret this.

So do I.

Ah Jack.

Yes.

Do you remember

someone tried to use
Lemmy Hoxton's credit card

at the Supertek
Discount Warehouse?

Yes.

Well, we've got an ident
from one of the assistants.

It looks like it was his
old friend Dougie Cooper.

Well, was it.

Well go and talk to
him then, will you?

DCI Peters won't like this.

Well we'd better
not tell him then, eh?

Oh Mr. Frost.

Shut up Sydney at sit down!

I wanna finish reading this.

What is it?

You're confession.

All done of
your own free will.

They said I'd go
down for a very long time.

So it would be best
if I was a good boy

and cooperated
with the police.

Yes, but good boys don't
cooperate with the police

by telling them
porkies, do they?

Look at this.

You say here you broke in

about one thirty
and committed murder.

But I know that
Mrs. Grover's body

was on the railway
about an hour earlier.

Maybe I got the time wrong.

Oh, maybe you
got the time wrong.

All right then.

Come on.

Where did you kill her?

Was it the children's bedroom.

Yes.

Yes.

Well you must
have been bloody clever

because you
stabbed her eleven times

and didn't leave
a single blood stain.

All right then.

What did you kill
her with, eh?

They found a knife.

In my medical bag.

Sydney, you promised
me you'd be a good boy.

You swore to me,

that you'd never
interfere with children again,

but you were in that house.

Your blood is on the door.

You didn't keep
your promise, did you?

No, Mr. Frost.

I didn't kill them.

I couldn't.

Why did you sign this?

Mr. Peters said it would
give me peace of mind.

Oh yeah.

And twenty five years of it.

With a bit of remission
for good behavior.

Come on,
what happened Sydney?

Sometimes God
talks to me, Mr. Frost.

Oh yeah?

What does he say?

Go out and kill a couple
of kids and their mother

just to spite that
silly old sod Frost,

who should have had you
banged up in the first place.

He told me

to look after children
while they were sleeping.

Maybe I could help.

But you can't can you?

You don't help,

you just inject them

so you can get a thrill.

I don't hurt them.

I saw that lady in the park.

With her children.

And I followed them home.

After you came
that day, I packed.

Then I remembered.

Those children and
I went to the house.

You broke in

and went to the kids' bedroom.

You can hear kids
when they're sleeping.

It was so quiet.

I should have known
something was wrong.

The boy had his
arm on the cover.

I pricked him.

Just a little injection.

They usually stir or moan.

He didn't.

When I touched his face

he didn't move.

I couldn't hear him breathing.

Neither of them was breathing.

They were dead.

I was in the room
with two dead children.

Did the mother come in

I didn't see the mother.

I didn't think anyone
else was in the house.

I just panicked and
I ran out into the street

and I stayed out all night.

I'm innocent, Mr. Frost.

You're not are you?

You're a pervert

who interferes
with children.

What would your mum say now?

I was a bad boy.

A very bad boy.

Why should I believe you now?

I don't know.

Neither do I.

I was told you
were off this case, sir.

Yes, yes, I am.

But I just thought that if

I were to follow you around

in the course
of your enquiries,

you might learn something.

Oh I see.

And am I looking for
something in particular, sir?

Well, it's always a good idea

to visit the scene
of the crime again

in case anything
has been missed.

For example,

how could a murder have been
committed in a room like this

without leaving
a single trace?

Also, where is the weapon?

You know, little
things like that.

Questions we used
to ask in the old days,

it was called
police work then.

Oh well, let's look
in the kitchen again.

All right.

What's that?

Mr. Grover's toolbox, guv.

He uses it for
his carpet fitting.

Oh yeah.

Everything's
already been checked
by forensic though, sir.

All the knives are clean.

Any of Mrs. Grover's friends
or relatives turned up yet?

No, sir.

All right.

Well, that's
about it, I suppose.

Finished?

Nancy Grover.

She was a patient of yours.

Yeah, I read
about it in the papers.

She was in here
only last Tuesday.

Yeah, could you tell me
what her problem was,

I mean what she
was suffering from?

I know it's supposed
to be confidential,

but, I mean, after all
your patient is dead

and so are both her children.

It's just that I'm working on
a very sensitive murder hunt.

I'll be just a
few seconds really.

Well, she came in
to discuss an abortion.

She was two months pregnant.

Well we couldn't
agree to a termination

because we're obliged

to take into account
a patient's mental state

and she'd been suffering
from depression recently.

Acute depression.

Would you that say
she was suicidal?

Listen, she was a young,
inexperienced mother.

Excuse me,
these are the pictures.

That's great thanks.

No relatives to help her,

no gift for making friends.

Her husband was at
work all day and went
to the pub at night.

She was left trapped
inside the house

with two
undisciplined children

and another one on the way.

Well, no wonder
she was depressed.

I'd be depressed.

As to whether she'd kill
herself, well, who could say?

I'm no expert.

Would you say that she
was a danger to others?

Like I said Inspector,

it's not my field.

Thank you.

Thanks doctor.

Dougie Cooper.

You're a known
associate of Lemmy Hoxton.

You did jobs with him

pretending to be
from the waterboard.

You used his credit card,

two months after his death.

Now, would you like to
tell us how you killed him?

I didn't, Mr. Toolan.

I didn't even
know he was dead.

This is a bit out of
your league, Dougie.

I mean this could be murder.

No, look.

Lemmy and I had
this scam going.

We'd find some house,

old folks,

a cottage in the country.

We'd put on
waterboard jackets.

I'd turn the water
off on the outside.

Lemmy would knock and say

there were problems
with the mains supply.

After he'd worked
on the taps for a bit,

I'd turn the water on again.

Lemmy could say he'd fixed it.

Then he'd ask to
check the upstairs as well.

Oh, and isn't it amazing

what people keep
in their bedroom drawers.

Look, Lemmy found this
place at Alderney Cross.

Isolated cottage.

Two women living alone.

A hydrant just up
the lane from the place.

I mean it was so sweet

we thought we'd have a
meal at a country pub first.

Oh, Salmon fish
cakes, chips and peas,

washed down
with a fizzy drink?

It was Sprite.

How did you know?

We never took alcohol
when we were working.

Oh, that's very
commendable, Dougie.

Anyway after the
meal I drove the van,

parked it in a side lane.

Lemmy put on the
waterboard jacket,

went up the
track to the house.

That's the last I saw of him.

He never come back.

I hung about
for an hour or so.

Then I drove home.

I reckoned he'd either
been nicked or struck gold

at this place
and done a runner.

So you decided to get even
by using his credit card?

Well you could
put it like that, yes.

But you said you
never saw him again,

so how could you
get his credit card

unless you attacked
him and killed him?

Well, that's easy, isn't it?

When he changed he
left his coat in the van.

It's still hanging
in my cupboard.

Mark?

How are you?

A lot better, aren't we?

It's good to see you, Phil.

They've made an arrest,

a nutter off the streets.

Oh, my god!

Listen mate,

come and stay with
me and Alice for a bit, eh.

Tell him nurse.

It's nice to have good
friends, isn't it Mr. Grover?

Sir, I was at that
interview, I was there.

Nobody forced
him to say anything.

All done by the book.

All I'm saying is

that people do make false
confessions don't they?

What did you say to him, eh?

Did you say, 'Sydney, come on.

Come and be a good boy?

Is that what you said?

What makes you assume

he's telling you
the truth and not us?

He's lied to you before.

We've got him in the house,

his blood stains
are on the back door.

What are you saying, he
just happened to break in

in the middle of
someone else's murder?

No, what I'm saying is that
you haven't got a motive,

you haven't got a weapon,

you haven't even got a time.

I mean you've got Nancy Grover

on the railway
track at about midnight

and you've got Sydney Snell

in the house at half past one.

Yeah, and all
you've got is a hunch

that Sydney's a nice boy

who wouldn't do
a thing like that.

Sorry sir, I mean just
look at the evidence.

Sydney is an
unstable personality.

You haven't even
got another suspect.

No?

What about the husband?

Sir, I checked out
Mark Grover in every way.

I went to the hospital,

got his clothes for forensic.

They're clean.

Went through his alibi.

His witnesses are rock solid.

Did you know that Nancy Grover

was after an abortion?

I don't see what that's
got to do with anything.

Well think about it.

Mark Grover loved kids.

Everybody said that.

They said all right,

he's got a bit
of a bad marriage,

but he loved
his children.

Go on, get your notebook out
and let's go through it again.

Go on.

Three witnesses have him at
Bonley's from eight 'till two.

We've got his mate,
Phil Collard,

Den Milton,
the night security man

and Mr. Maltby,

store manager of Bonley's.

He phoned the store, right?

U-hu.

Well I got Collier to
phone Bonley's last night.

Do you know what he got?

An answering machine.

So?

So, the stores phones

are switched off at night.

How did Mr. Maltby
talk to Mark Grover?

I don't know.

I suppose we
should go an ask him.

Precisely.

Mr. Maltby?

Would you mind not
entering this area.

It's still
closed to the public.

This is very
nice this, isn't it.

Very nice work.

Yes, well, you
get what you pay for.

Yeah, well,
not so in my business.

Can you tell me something.

Is this the carpet that
Mark Grover fitted?

Yes.

Why?

Why, sir?

No, it's very nice.

Very good.

Very expensive I should think.

Thirty pounds a meter.

Thirty pounds.

Really.

Anyway, you told my colleague

that you phoned him here

at around midnight.

Yes.

She's just there, ask her.

Yeah, well I wondered
how you did that, sir.

Because you see the
stores switchboard

closes down at six

and then it goes
onto answerphone.

That's why I expect my
workpeople to carry mobiles.

Ah, you called
him on his mobile.

That's what I thought.

That means that actually

he could be anywhere,

'cos a mobile is,

well it's mobile.

He told me he was here

and he was here when
I arrived an hour later.

Now, if you'll excuse
me, I have work to do.

You work long hours,
don't you, sir?

I like to supervise
people on jobs like this.

If you don't,

there's no saying what
standard of work you'll get.

Yes, I know.

I know the feeling.

So, some alibi, eh, Sergeant?

Yeah, well it
was also confirmed

by the night security
guard, Den Milton.

Oh, yeah, where was he?

In his cubicle
watching the TV monitor.

Oh.

Mr. Maltby?

Excuse me, sir.

Could you tell me,

would this TV camera
have been working

the night they
laid the carpet?

No, it's not been
connected up yet.

It's a new system.

What about that then?

You're very quiet.

What's your problem?

I was just wondering

why we're chasing after

a petty criminal
like Dougie Cooper

when we should be
arresting Mark Grover.

Grover, yes I know.

Yes, it might be Mark Grover

just look at the evidence.

Sydney Snell did break
into the Grover's house

and he did
inject those children.

Lovely country.

Yes, ideal.

Especially if
you didn't like Lemmy

and you wanted to lose him.

Suppose they had
a bust up, Dougie and Lemmy.

And Lemmy killed him.

In that case why
would Dougie bother

to move the body
up to the old cottage.

Why wouldn't he just

bury it round
here, somewhere?

Who did you say lives here?

The Miss Flemings.

Two sisters.

Never reported a
burglary though, we checked.

That's it.

The old school house.

Miss Fleming?

I'm Caroline Fleming.

Police.

Sorry to disturb you.

We're doing a check up
on doorstep con artists.

Oh, yes?

And what are those?

Well they're people
who come to the door

saying they're on
official business.

Like you, you mean?

We really are
police, Miss Fleming.

Do phone Denton Police
Station and check if you wish.

We'll wait here.

You look reliable.

You'd better come in.

We wondered if
you'd ever had a visitor

claiming to be
from the waterboard?

About a year ago,
when we moved in.

He turned the water on for us.

Do you mean he really
was from the waterboard?

That's what you
said wasn't it?

Yeah, we meant about three
months ago, Miss Fleming.

And this was the man.

He claims to be
from the waterboard.

And while he's in the house

he slips upstairs
and robs the bedrooms.

Dreadful.

Yes.

I've never seen him.

He certainly hasn't
been to the house.

What makes you
think he might have?

Well, he was on his way
here, the day he died.

Died?

Well, he was murdered.

How awful.

Could your sister
have seen him?

She may have done
when I was out.

She's at work at the moment.

Oh, Julie, you're back.

We've met.

You're a nurse
at the hospital.

Yes, and Caroline's sister.

They're police.

They want to know about a man

they thought
had come to the door.

Yes.

This is the man, Miss Fleming.

I've never seen him before.

About three months
ago, Miss Fleming.

Just after lunchtime.

Could you have been in?

Let's see.

No, I was on night
duties all that month.

So if he came there'd
have been no reply

and he'd have left again.

I'm sorry, we're
really not much help.

We're very quiet here,
we don't expect visitors.

Except a few friends
from the village.

How's Mr. Grover?

Oh, didn't you know.

He was discharged last night.

Oh, was he?

Do you know where he went?

Staying with friends.

Mr. Collard
came to collect him.

Oh, right.

Well thank you
very much Miss Fleming

and Miss Fleming.

Sorry to have disturbed you.

I tell you what,
that Miss Julie

could give me a blanket
bath any day of the week.

Well, I don't think
she'd be interested, sir.

Really, why not?

I think she'd be rather
more interested in me.

What now?

Hm, oh, Mark Grover's
been discharged.

Now I want to have a word
with that security guard,

what's his name?

Den Milton.

That's...

What makes you think
she'd be more interested

in giving you a
blanket bath, than me?

Den?

Could you come down?

Why?

I've only just come up.

Remember me, Mr. Milton?

You lot again?

So, when am I supposed
to get some sleep.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry,
we won't keep you a minute.

It's just that I wanted to
ask you a couple of questions

about what happened
at Bonley's store
the other night.

Better take them
in the lounge, Den.

It'll be quieter.

No.

It'll be warmer
in the kitchen.

I was wanting to
feed her in there.

Well, she can starve
another minute can't she.

Through here.

Oh, thank you.

Kids drive you
crazy, don't they?

Yes.

Do you want a cupper?

Oh, very nice, yes, thank you.

Now then, just
a couple of points

you can clear up
for me, Mr. Milton.

You said Mr. Grover arrived
at Bonley's about eight

and didn't leave 'till
half past one in the morning.

Correct.

All right.

And he couldn't have left
without your knowledge?

No.

The entrances are all
electronically controlled.

I'd have had to work the
switch to let him out.

I see.

So, anyway,
they were on the top floor.

So where were you?

In the security
cubicle by the entrance

watching the security cameras.

Ah, right.

Watching the
security cameras, eh?

Or else I was
doing my rounds.

I have to check every
floor at half hour intervals

and click a key
in the security locks.

They couldn't
get out of the place

while you were doing that?

No, not without
a master key.

And I had that.

Ah, right, right.

That's it Mr. Milton.

Fine, thank you.

Listen, don't
worry about the tea.

Thanks very much.

All right, come on Sergeant.

Is this the way out?

No, not that way, that's...

Well, well, well, well, well.

I spy with my
little eye something
beginning with nicked.

Isn't this the same carpet
they were putting down

at Bonley's, Sergeant?

It certainly
looks like it, sir.

It was a remnant.

It would only
have gone to waste.

I think you'd better sit down

and tell me all
about it, Mr. Milton.

Oh, Den!

Somebody must have taken
the wrong measurements.

There was a big
chunk left over.

And you thought
you'd take it?

Well, fifty, fifty.

Fifty, fifty?

All right, how
did it get here?

Who put it down?

They did.

They did.

So Grover and Collard

did leave the
building that night.

Not for long though.

A couple of hours.

You've been telling
us porkies, Mr. Milton.

If Bonley's knew,
I'd be for the high jump.

For the high jump!

I'm investigating
a murder here,

and you've made false
statements to the police.

Now I want to
know what happened?

Those two came in
the store about eight

and worked like the clappers.

I went up around eleven.

They were almost done.

They had the piece left over.

We made a deal.

They'd do my lounge,

and hang onto the rest.

So you did let
them out of the store.

What time was that?

About eleven.

They came back by
around one to finish off.

They tidied up and
left just before two.

All right, come on, Sergeant!

What are we doing here, sir?

Well...

Another one of your hunches?

You just keep your
eyes open and follow me.

What am I looking for?

You're looking for
a nice new piece of carpet

that came out of
Bonley's Department Store.

Now it wasn't at Grovers,

so where is it?

Are you sure
this is safe, sir?

Yeah, course it is.

(Sound of train)

Don't you ever, ever
do that to me again!

What have you got?

I've got a nice
new piece of carpet.

There, it was wasted on the
floor in there, wasn't it?

Right, nip back to the car,
get hold of Collier

and tell him to
come and collect it.

I want this
examined by forensic.

Every mark and
every single stain.

What made you think
it would be in there?

My nose, my nose.

I worked it out.

They had to carry the body
in something didn't they?

So when they dropped her
onto the roof of the train

they threw the
carpet on afterwards

hoping it would be carried
miles away from here,

but fortunately for us,

it dropped off
in the tunnel.

Well, I suppose
we'd better go

and have a talk
with Mark Grover.

Look, if you're press

would you kindly piss off!

No, we're from the
police, Mr. Collard.

Do you remember?

I want to speak to Mr. Grover.

Can't you leave
the poor sod alone.

He's completely shattered.

He was crazy about those kids.

We've got one or two
things down the station

that need to be identified

if we're going to
convict the killer

and I'm sure that
he would want that.

I'm sorry I can't help you.

He's gone for a walk.

Mr. Grover?

I never want to
come here again.

Stand there.

Do you know
what this is, Mark?

No.

Oh, I think you do.

This is your part
of the carpet

that was acquired from

Bonley's Department Store.

And do you see those marks?

They're blood stains.

They're the same group
as your dead wife, Nancy.

I've got to go!

All right, stop him!

Mr. Grover, you
have been cautioned

and you've heard your rights.

Now you know you don't
have to say anything.

No.

No.

But for the sake
of conversation,

I'll tell you how
I think it is, shall I?

On the night in question,

you had a row
with your wife.

She was very depressed.

You got fed up
with her and the kids.

Not the kids.

Oh yes, so you
lost your temper,

you picked up
your carpet knife

and you stabbed her with it.

The kids were screaming

so you've got to
shut them up too.

No!

I've never hurt my kids.

Now you've got blood all
over your nice new carpet

so you've got to
get rid of it,

so you chucked it on
the top of a train at
the railway tunnel,

where you dumped
Nancy's body onto the tracks

to make it look like suicide!

No, it wasn't like that!

Wasn't it?

What was it like then?

Come on, you tell me.

We'd been rowing.

That's what our life was.

It was one endless row.

She couldn't cope.

The kids got her down,

she didn't have any friends.

I was never there.

Said I was never there

because she wanted
money to go out and spend

and nobody earns that

sitting around
at home all day.

No.

Very true, Mr. Grover.

Well that night,

we got the rush
job at Bonley's,

and it all started again.

And then she said,

if you go out

and leave me alone again,

I'll kill myself.

Did you know
she was pregnant?

Yeah, she told me.

She said she
wanted an abortion.

And you didn't
want that, did you?

I said she couldn't
kill a child of mine.

You and Phil

were laying the
carpet in the lounge.

Phil went to make tea.

And then Nancy came in

and she was laughing at me.

Was she laughing
at you, was she?

And then she said,

there's no need to worry
about the kids any more, Mark.

They won't be a trouble now.

And then I went
into their bedroom.

And there they were.

She'd smothered
them with a pillow.

So I went back into the lounge

and she was laughing at me.

And I had the carpet
knife in my hand

and I...

The wife killed the children,

so he killed the wife?

Yes, that's it, sir.

And you've got a confession?

Well, I'm hoping to get two.

It was Collard, the workmate,

who figured out how
to conceal the crime.

He wrapped the
body in the carpet,

then they dumped the
body onto the rail track

to make it look like suicide.

And it was Collard who found
Grover some clean clothes

and burnt the others.

Why would he put
himself at risk like that?

Oh, I don't know.

They were at school together,

they were best mates.

Tragic case.

Do you know, I can't
help feeling sorry for him.

I know just
how you feel, sir.

By the way, Jack.

I think I owe you something.

Oh?

What's that, sir?

An apology?

No.

A holiday.

Ah.

Ah, sir?

Yes.

Have you got a minute?

Yes, I've got
several, Sergeant.

What is it?

Well there's been
something worrying me

about this Hoxton case.

So I thought it'd be worth
checking up on past tenants

who used to live at
the old farm cottages.

Take a look at that.

Yeah, well?

One of those sisters,

Miss J. Fleming.

Sorry to bother you
again, Miss Fleming,

it's just that we've got
one or two loose ends

that we need to tie up.

You didn't tell us

you used to live at
Woodside Farm Cottages.

No I didn't.

Why should I?

Well, do you remember
the man who never called?

Well that's where
we found his body.

It was in a coal bunker
next door to the cottage

where you used to live.

I don't see how we were
supposed to know that.

Look, I'm sorry,
I can't help you.

We'd still like
to come in anyway.

We have a witness

that said Mr. Hoxton

was on his way to this
cottage the day that he died.

Now we haven't been able

to trace Mr. Hoxton
to anywhere else

so with your permission

I'd like to have
a little look around.

Inspector, we told you

that man never came here.

Are you all right,
Miss Fleming,

you're shaking?

Can I get you something?

Yes, another brandy.

You have no
right to be up here!

Go back downstairs at once!

Is this the drawer he
took the jewelry from?

Don't be ridiculous,
it's all there, isn't it?

Ah, what's this?

Are these your passports?

Put them back!

Put them back!

Okay, calm down, will you.

That's enough, Julie!

I apologize for my sister.

You're not sisters, are you?

No.

These are passport's.

A Miss J. Fleming

and a Miss C. R. Adams.

We live together.

But it suits us to say we're
sisters rather than lovers.

They're good people
in this village,

but they're not
overly liberal.

We came here
for a quiet life,

so we play things
on their terms.

Did Lemmy Hoxton

threaten to blackmail you?

He just came here,

robbed us and left.

What, he robbed you and
you did nothing about it?

We didn't want anyone
to know what was taken.

You told me
nothing was taken.

That it's all here.

All this jewelry.

Lemmy would have
never gone from here

Ieaving all this stuff.

He didn't leave here, did he?

He never walked
back down that lane.

Caroline's very upset.

She doesn't know
what she's saying.

We're going to
have to explain.

It was my fault.

I never should
have let him in.

When I was tidying
up in the kitchen,

he slipped upstairs.

Julie was sleeping
in the small bedroom

because it was cooler.

She heard him go
into the bathroom

and then into the bedroom.

She went in

and there he was

Iooking in the drawer.

He'd found our
personal possessions.

Photographs,

passports.

I was in my nightdress.

I told him to
put everything back.

There were some
magazines too.

He had this

dirty grin on his face.

He said I know your sort.

What you need
is the real thing.

He went for me.

I struggled.

But he was very strong.

He tore at my nightdress

and forced me onto the bed.

He was going to rape me.

I screamed.

(Scream)

I could hear Julie screaming.

(Scream)

I ran upstairs

and into the bedroom.

And Julie was
lying on the bed.

I reached for the
nearest heavy object

and smashed it
down on his head.

I killed him.

Caroline suddenly appeared.

I was still struggling.

She was trying
to pull him off me.

She pulled at his shirt and,

he rolled off
me for a moment

and that's when
I grabbed the lamp

and I hit him with it.

He didn't yell,

he just groaned.

There was blood everywhere.

I killed him.

You should have
told the police.

Your friend
was being attacked.

He tried to rape her.

She was in fear of her life.

It was mutual self defense.

This may be hard for you
to understand Inspector,

but two years ago,

I fell in love for
the first time ever,

with Julie.

When I moved in with her

I left behind a husband,

and two children.

I changed my name.

I changed my life.

I knew that if we
reported this attack,

all of that would
have to come out.

So the longer the
body lay undiscovered,

the more you put it to
the back of your mind.

There isn't a day goes by

when I don't feel guilty
about what happened.

Julie took charge
of disposing the body.

After I killed him
I was like a zombie.

I just did what she said.

What will happen
to us now, Inspector?

Well, you'll be charged.

So get yourself
a good solicitor.

He should be
able to arrange bail.

And if he's half decent

you'll end up with
a suspended sentence.

Guess what?

Julie confessed.

So did Caroline.

Each protecting the other.

So, what do we do now?

We let them talk
to their solicitor,

then we re-interview them

and then they'll both
volunteer the truth.

Sergeant?

Sir?

Tell the duty solicitor he can
see his clients now, will you?

By the way, sir,
I thought you'd wanna know.

I've asked to go
back to Furnley Division.

Better career prospects.

So nothing came of
that promotion then?

Mr. Mullett says
he's tried all he can.

Yeah, I'm sure he
did in his own way.

Well, I'm sorry, Sergeant.

Good of you to say so.

No, no, I mean it.

You're all right.

Was it something I did?

Yes, the railway tunnel.

Oh.

No.

It wasn't anything you did.

Yeah, I know I'm a
rotten bastard to work for.

Well, not quite
what I was gonna say.

But I do really regret

putting in
that report about you.

I mean, I still think
you were way out of
line over Snell but,

if you hadn't have
gone with your instincts

the wrong man would have
gone to jail for murder.

The truth is Liz, it's nose.

Now you're a good policeman...

Policewoman, sir.

All right, you're
a good policewoman.

Thank you.

But it's important
to remember your nose.

Yes, sir.

I'll always
remember your nose.

Right.

Thank you.

So, what are you reading?

I said you needed a holiday.

Yeah, holiday.

Yeah, that's where
you get all the sunshine

and some other poor
bugger gets all the rain.

It hardly seems fair, does it?

Mind you, I've heard
that Benidorm's quite nice.

Benidorm?