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- Got a clove of garlic,
Inspector?

Quite remarkable.

The embalming, I mean.

This is Lenin's tomb stuff.

- Morning, sir.

There's his car.

Name's Leon Fournier
according to his papers.

Looks like he's from Paris.

Seems to be French.

- They often are.

Evidently hasn't
been robbed then.

Where is he?

- Way down there, sir.

- Morning, doc.

Worth my trouble, is it?

- Never wasted, Andy.

Come on down.

- Have to climb down
that embankment, sir.

- Chuffin' heck.

- Started up there,
finished down here.

Not a very good idea.

Wrong with you Andy?

You're breathin' hard.

- You'd rather I did, than
I didn't, wouldn't ya?

Any road, it's not me
we're here for, it's him.

- Aye, well, he's dead.

We might still save you.

- Suspicious, do you reckon?

- Not necessarily.

The trouble with you is

you want everything
to be suspicious.

I mean, he coulda just been
leanin' over the parapet

to have a better
look at the view.

- Ivor Novello, you're back.

Have you got anythin'?

- That was traffic.

2:30 this mornin' they
got reports of two cars

haltin' on the hard shoulder.

Citroen up there and a
tarted up banger hot rod.

When the patrol arrived,
there was only the one.

- First light, one of the
PCs looked over the parapet

and found the monsieur.

Come on up, sir.

- You want me to climb
back up there?

- Hey, you went back
too early, Andy.

Ya wanna take a little
holiday, get your breath back.

South of France is very nice.

- Oh, aye.

- Hey, you, come here.

- What?

- It's one thing you
sleepin' in my spare bed

while you deal with
this daft divorce,

but take a look at that.

I'm not used to livin'
with mucky fellows.

I like my washin' up washed up.

- Sorry, I'll see to it later.

S'pose I'm still missin'
the woman's touch.

- You're lucky.

I haven't had a woman's
touch since,

when was it?

18 months last Barnaby.

But I still know how
to wash up a plate.

- Well, maybe you're lucky.

- She always said you'd
have to choose between

her and the force.

You made the right choice.

- Is this Ellie we're
talkin' about?

- Unless there's somethin'
you haven't told me?

Where's my goddaughter then?

- Rosie's with her
grandmother in Lincolnshire.

- Lincolnshire, that a
lovely woman, that was.

- Oh, which reminds me.

Postcard came for you
to the station.

- Blow me, Florrie.

Florrie Stockton.

- Has anyone heard of
Heathcliff, Mr. Rochester,

Catherine Earnshaw or Jane Eyre?

- Brontes.

- Pardon?

- Books by Brontes.

- Quite right, sir.

Books by the Bronte sisters.

Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights,

and the Tenant of Wildfell Hall.

There were three sisters:
Charlotte Bronte,

Emily Bronte, and --

- Anne Bronte.

- And they all lived at
the Haworth Parsonage

with their father.
- Patrick Bronte.

And together the Blonte,
the Brontes

and their brother --
- Branwell Bronte.

- Created their own
wonderful and quite fantastic

Yorkshire world.

First, we go to the churchyard

and then we go to the parsonage.

There are plenty of cafes if
you want tea and scones after,

but remember we have to
be back at the bus by 4:30

because we're going next
to Castle Howard.

- Waugh.

- War?

- Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead
Revisited.

- You know everything,
don't you?

This way.

- You really are
taking a holiday?

You all right, Andy?

- Yes.

I think I've left
everything neat and tidy.

You will remember
the washin' up?

- Yes, I will, Andy.

- So, just the one suspicious?

The death on the motorway.

- Oh, I'm sure Wieldy
can handle it.

- I've informed the ACC.

She said if owt serious came up,

you can get in touch with me.

I'll see you in a week.

And don't forget the washin' up.

- Bye, Andy.

Enjoy Florrie Stockton.

- Alright, everybody,
all together.

All together, here.

Now, this way.

This way.

Mr. Kawabata, Mr. Kawabata.

- Claude Leon Fournier,
40's, twice divorced,

art dealer, well off.

- Fits with the pictures
in the car.

We've got a hotel
for him in York,

not a bed and breakfast either.

He stayed at the Royal
Station Hotel.

- So what would make
him meet someone

with a beat up banger
on the motorway

in the middle of the night?

- I thought I better
warn ya both,

Fat Controller's off on
medical leave for a few days.

- Got back to work a bit early.

Now, there's dedication.

- Well, I gather there's
only one big inquiry.

Death on the motorway.

- Could be just an accident.

We report to you?

- Exactly like when he was off.

- Bet that's why the
Assistant Chief Constable

wants to see ya.

- Just checking your
file, Inspector.

Got you at fast track.

- That's right, ma'am.

- S'pose you know all
about Wetherton University?

- My wife, Ellie, used
to teach sociology there.

- Good, very good.

They've a famous
department of War Studies.

- They've a prof who appears
on TV every few weeks.

- Professor Barnaby Winkler.

He's publishing a book which
might upset a lot of people.

I'd like you to go
and talk to him.

He's been on about a
delicate political matter.

He needs some police advice,

probably a bit of very
discreet surveillance

but I'll let him explain.

- Ma'am.

I made it over
the phone this mornin'.

- My Lord, it can't be.

Andy Dalziel.

- Bless me.

Florrie Stockton.

- It's Florence, Andy, so
please don't forget it.

You got my card.

- Card, no, I just decided
to take a winter break.

- Go on.

Well, you know what
they say, in this life,

wishing can always make it so.

I'm so glad to see you.

- You stayin' here, are you?

On your own?

- Yes, I'm on my own.

And it's lovely.

- Good.

Oh, all right then.

- Yes, sir.

- Is that my key.
- Yes, sir.

- I'll sign in later.

- Not now.

I'm busy, what is it?

- Private matter.

- So, I'm needed again.
Would you two mind

waiting outside for
10 minutes or so?

- Did everyone enjoy
the parsonage?

Weren't they the most
amazing sisters?

Now, is everyone back on board

and we can sail on
to Castle Howard?

Where's Mr. Kawabata?

Hasn't he come back?

Is that where he wanted to go?

Top Withens?

- You know about the Stasi?

And the old Secret Security
Service in East Germany?

- Run by the legendary
Markus Wolf?

- Good.

The Stasi was always
the most thorough

of the security services,
the most learned,

the most academic.

- Academic?
- Sure.

They would rather hook
a graduate student

than an atom scientist.

A professor than a General?

- You're saying they hooked you?

- I'm a high profile figure.

I worked both sides
of the Iron Curtain.

Naturally.

Whatever I did will
be misunderstood.

The world has changed
completely since the Berlin Wall

fell 11 years ago.

- Shouldn't you be pleased?

11 years ago I might be
investigating you for spying.

Now, it's history.

- Yeah, maybe that's
what I am, history.

I did try to make a difference.

Now, I must ask for
a little protection.

- And naturally, we'll
do our best.

- Excuse me, sir.

Is everything alright?

Back now to
the great dracula mystery

in Whitby.

Bram Stoker's Count Dracula
once famously stalked

the town as a black dog,

and now an embalmed body
in a coffin has been found

washed ashore at this spot,

where according to legend
the vampire Count landed.

Detective Inspector
Larkin, what's going on?

- Funny thing, really.

Well, well.

It's you, Jacko.

Found
it, the coffin.

And when we opened it
up, there was the body of

an elderly man, very
well dressed.

- Maitre D', yeah, I was
just lookin' in your handbook

and it says here that
you expect guests to be

formally dressed for dinner.

I was wonderin' if that meant
frock coat, or anything.

Oh, in that case, I'm
dressed already.

You do me a table for 7:30?

This is different,
boss buying us a drink.

Actually, I've already
heard of Barnaby Winkler.

- Oh, aye?

- Those big political
demos in the 60s and 70s.

Vietnam war and so on.

Barney Winkler was always
the one with the mic

on the steps of Leeds Town Hall.

"Police are pigs, tools of the
military industrial complex."

- And where have I
heard that before?

- Did Ellie know him well?

- No, I don't think so.

But if she were here,
she'd soon remind us

that a left wing agitator
has the right to ask

for police protection.

As well as a new-ni has the
right to ask us to ensure

that her teaching isn't
interrupted by press harassment.

Can we get onto it
from tomorrow?

Provide him with some
sort of cover.

- Unless something comes
up on the motorway case.

- Why, what's happened
to him there?

- Nothing new.

He was a French art dealer,
plenty of money in his wallet.

Might just have fallen
by accident.

- Takin' a pee over
the wall, perhaps.

- The only thing we came up
with was a child's type watch

on the ground near his car.

Anyone could have dropped it.

- Ah, table for one
you said, sir.

- Hang on, the lady over there.

- Mrs. Stockton, sir?

- May I?

- I'd be delighted
if you did, Andy.

In fact, I might ask for a
bottle of Cru to celebrate.

Please, Tony.

- Of course, madam.

Sir.

- So, how long you stayin'?

- Here in Scarborough?

Fashion of the week.

There's a dentist here I fancy.

He has such a lovely grill.

- Go on, you've beautiful teeth.

Have more
canals than Venice.

What about you?

Still a sergeant, are you?

- Superintendent.

- Ew, haven't you done well.

And you with no education
to speak of.

- University of Life.

You've not done at all badly
yourself by the looks of it.

- I survive very nicely.

I've made provisions.

Still married?

- No, she ran off with
a milk marketing boy.

- Bolter, was she?

Good for her, I'm the same.

- So, what about you?

Married?

- It's a long story.

Maybe I'll tell you it,
one of these days.

- Cheers.

- Professor Winkler.

You know me?

- This was not a good idea.

The students come here,
they know me.

- No worry, it's not
like the old days.

Now I can fly here from
Leipzig on a cheap ticket.

It's a new world.

- Why did you come here, Falke?

- I came to take you to hell.

- What?

- My dear chap, you
haven't forgotten, surely,

after 10 years how we
wined and dined you,

answered your every wish?

You wanted to see the
beautiful cities,

Prague, Budapest.

We helped you.

If you needed information,
we give it.

If you wanted lovers,
we provided.

It's all here.

- What is that?

- The file we kept on you.

There we are.

Faust and Mephisto.

And what good times we had, yes?

Wonderful cities.

Grand hotels.

- I thought the fiies
were kept in Berlin.

- The end was total confusion.

No one ever knew what was
kept, what had been destroyed.

Now these files are appearing
everywhere.

Journalists buy them you know.

- What do you want?

- I hear you are going
to publish a book.

Some people are worried
by what's in it.

- So you have come
to take me to hell.

So, here's to you.

- You, too.

You know, if memory serves,
and it often doesn't

this time of the night,

you've been round the
park a few times yourself.

- Once, Andy, not anymore.

- Anyway, what could be
nicer than us sitting here

at the Scarborough recallin'
our misspent youth.

- And wondering how to
get a bit of pleasure

out of our misspent
middle age, eh?

Andy, to be honest my youth
wasn't misspent, at all.

- Apart from the
odd fatal error.

You, you mean?

Well, admit it, you'd
be a fatal error

in anyone's book.

- Nowt of the kind,
Willington's finest, me.

- Never mind, you weren't
my only mistake.

And I made the most of things

the way any sensible
woman would.

- Most of what?

- What do you think?

We live in a capitalist society.

I soon learned my assets
were worth a lot of money,

and you never let good
estate go cheap.

- What estate's that?

- You know what I'm
talking about.

What is there here
under the table

you're still interested in?

- You noticed?

- A woman's best investment.

It's done me some
very good turns.

- Me and all, I seem
to remember.

Ew, dear, Andy, we're
makin' a spectacle.

You did get my postcard,
didn't you?

- Course I did.

Are you married?

- I've had one or two.

- More like the low hundreds.

- I'm talking husbands, Andy.

Tied up with ring and purse.

I'm religious.

Had you forgotten that?

And I always liked
things tied up properly.

Now, well, I'm resting
between courses.

You know, I always liked the
old ones when I was younger,

then the young ones
when I got a bit older,

now I want it all.

Healthy flesh, plus
a lot of experience.

So you better watch out, lad.

I've been around.

Inspector Pascoe,
it's Professor Winkler.

Barney Winkler.

They gave me this number
at the station.

Can I see you tomorrow morning?

I'm in difficulties.

The stars move still, time runs,

the clock would strike.

I'm sure Ellie would understand.

- That was a lovely evening.

- And it's not done, is it?

Which room?

- I'm here.

- Oh, I'm on three.

Do you wanna come and
have a look at my minibar?

- I don't think so.

I've never been fond
of anything mini.

- Don't make your
mind up too fast.

You'll not get a better
offer tonight.

- I'm tired tonight, Andy.

I'm past all that
adolescent messing around.

Besides we neither of
us know what we want

from each other, do we?

Leave it to another night.

I knew
I shouldn't have had that

creme brulee.

- C'mon, don't be daft.

Are you alright?

- No, not really.

- Come on,

lean on me.

- Thanks.

- My goodness, Andy.

I thought you were having me on.

What is it?

- I got shot in the
line of duty.

That's why the doc's all
said to take a few days off.

- I'm not surprised.

That's serious.

You did have it properly
seen to?

- Course I did.

You don't think I'd do
me own surgery, do ya?

I was plugged into the
mains at Wethering General

for six weeks.

- You look like you ought
to be in a wheelchair.

- Rather be here with you.

- Gillespie.

If anyone
recognizes the jewelry,

or knows where it came from,
we'd like to hear from them.

- Come in.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

- Where would you like it?

- Oh, on the bed will be fine.

Thank you, lovely.

S'alright, Andy, you
can come out now.

- He had a seminar at 10.

These are his students.

If he were ill, he'd
have called his secretary

to have a note put on the door.

We have to get in.

There are videos in there
for the lecture at 12.

Oh, my.

Look, look, go and
tell those students

classes today are canceled.

And then call 9-9-9
something's happened to ...

- Funny, I've never
been here before.

I came here
a lot as a lad.

You know, Dracula came
ashore here in Whitby

disguised as a black dog.

Whitby has the best fish and
chips in the whole world.

We'll have some for lunch.

Best kippers and all.

There's the smokehouses
over there, see.

Can we go and
have a look at the Abbey?

Oh, no, the
steps are too steep.

Besides, there's an
old friend of mine

I'd like you to meet first.

Come on.

- I never said I recognize them.

I just said I once knew someone
who wore jewelry like that.

Andy, you daft thing,
you'd no business to ...

- Andy, a long time
since I came round here.

- It's been a long time
since anyone came round here.

- Don't knock it.

They put those big
moors there between

here and the rest of the
world for a very good reason.

I'm George Larkin.

- D.I. Larkin, my friend,
Florence Stockton.

- Good to meet you.

You're up here on holiday, too?

- Andy and I are
simply two ships

that happened to pass
in the night.

- A lot can happen at
sea, in the night.

Anyway, thanks for
the call, Andy.

This case is a real blinder.

Alright, Mrs. Stockton,
if you'd like to join me,

we'll go and have a look.

- At what?

Andy, what is this?

- Uh, c'mon.

- There we are.

Mr. Ionescu.

We don't know where he came from

but we can't help
admirin' the crafsmanship.

Know him, Mrs. Stockton?

- I've never seen him before
in my whole entire life.

- And what about the
name on the coffin then?

Mattu Ionescu, does
that mean anything?

- No, it doesn't.

Oh, Andy, Andy, darling,
do let's go.

- Ya can't help, at all?

- C'mon, Florence.

Just tell the Inspector
why you thought

you recognized the jewelry.

- It's Viennese, I think.

I lived in Vienna for a bit

but then I've lived
in lots of places.

Poor chap, what could
have happened to him?

- He just floated ashore
in his box, Mrs. Stockton.

- Just like that?

- Probably buried
at sea off a ship,

only they didn't weight
down the coffin properly.

- In that case, he could
have come from anywhere.

- Right.

But they
couldn't embalm him

like that on a ship.

- No, love, I doubt they shot
him in the back there either.

- Oh, my.

- Yeah, probably been dead
a coupla weeks already.

- Two bullets in the spine.

And that's me caught up in
an international inquiry

with no resources, no one
to take responsibility.

Won't you just take another
look, Mrs. Stockton?

- Please, please, just put
him away where I can't, can't,

.

- Doc.

- Peter.

How's the Super?

I gather he took my advice
to take a winter break.

Be sorry he missed this one.

- I'll call him.

- Who is he?

Professor Winkler?

- See this, Enigma machine.

Machine that won the war.

- Thank God, for that.

Not Winkler.

- That cheers you up, does it?

- We're supposed to be
givin' him police protection.

Do we know who he is?

- I'm sorry, doctors
don't diagnose names.

We're not trained for it.

On the other hand, I
can tell you somebody

took a very sharp knife and
stabbed him in the back twice.

According to Forensic, it
happened late last night,

round midnight.

- Right.

- Still no ident on the victim.

Accordin' to everyone we
talked to he's never been seen

in the place before.

- And what about Winkler?

Where's he?

- Hasn't been seen since
he left his room there

about 7:30 last night.

Car's not in the car park?

He has a flat in the
Leithy suburbs.

- Well, better get
out there, Novello.

Ask him to come in.

If he's not there,
call me right off.

He could be in some
sort of trouble.

- Why's that, sir?

- Well, he called me
last night, latish,

I wasn't there so he left a
message on the answerphone.

Something about the
clock striking.

Then for some reason
he mentioned Ellie.

- I'm afraid Professor
Winkler wouldn't like this.

He's really a very private man.

- I'm sorry but there
was a suspicious death

at the university last night

and we're concerned
for his welfare.

May I take a look?

- You don't think that --

- We don't know what's happened.

You're the landlady?
- Yeah.

- You live where?
- Upstairs.

I haven't spoken to him
since yesterday morning.

- Is he often away?

- Yes, he has contacts
everywhere.

Goes to London often,
abroad: Germany, Russia.

- Friends, girlfriends,
partners?

- He knew a lot of people.

Women.

There's a girl in Munich.

She stayed here once.

You looking for something
in particular?

- Diary, passport,
that kind of thing.

Anything that could help
us know where he's gone.

He burnt some papers last night.

Had a huge bonfire
in the garden.

- Bonfire in the garden?

Can I see?

- Clothes are German, mostly.

Except for his sports
jacket, that's British.

DAKS.

- Deutschmarks.

Wallet?

- No, not there.

- Well, no passport,
no identity papers?

Most Europeans carry those.

- Thought we're all Europeans.

No.

Nothin'.

Must've been taken.

- Well, unless he was
deliberately concealing his
identity.

Until someone came and
concealed it for him.

- Anyway, we've already
contacted Interpol.

- Thank you.

It's not bad, this place.

Even have Highland Park.

- That was completely horrible.

Can't tell you what a
dreadful shock it was.

Honestly, how could you?

- Alright, who is he?

- Don't know what you mean.

- C'mon, Florrie.

I always did like to
be told the truth.

- My name isn't Florrie.

It's Florence.

And I wish to heaven
above I'd never met you.

- What?

That's not very nice
when I've just bought you

an expensive Rum and Coke.

- Cheat, just like a policeman.

- Now, now, come on, love.

You know we've known each
other a very long time.

- On and off, mostly off.

- Alright, but who is he?

- Someone I knew once
when I was younger.

I lived in Vienna for a bit.

Looking for some excitement
and a bit of sachertorte

and I happened to
come across him.

Mattu.

- Mattu Ionescu?

Not a very Viennese name.

- Rumanian.

But he had to move to Vienna

because he was in the
music business.

- Sold pennywhistles, did he?

- No, he was a conductor
with the Vienna State Opera.

- Well, go on.

- Talking a very long time ago.

20 years, more.

There's been a lot of water
under the bridge since.

- He seems to have
ended up in it.

How did it happen?

- How do I know?

I thought he was dead
a coupla months ago.

- How'd ya know that?

- Somebody told me.

The solicitor.

- Just how well did
you know him?

- Not very well, I told you.

- Florrie.

- Alright then, quite well.

He was my first husband.

But, I'll tell you one thing,

I'm not letting this
spoil my holiday.

- Inspector Pascoe, I believe.

We haven't met.

Harold Denton, reader
in military history.

I used to hear a lot about
you once from our dear Ellie.

How is she?

- Well, I think.

- And now you're in
charge of this inquiry?

Forgive my interest.

I found the body.

Mysterious corpse lies
dead over Enigma machine

in office of famous professor.

Nearly classic, wouldn't
you say?

Worthy of Dorothy Sayers.

- Not exactly.

Mysterious corpse?

- A lot of people hang
around universities.

One notices many of them.

Other people note them, too.

Porters and so on.

But no one's ever seen
this man before.

- You've checked, have you?

- I inquired of my
colleagues and students, yes.

- So, you can't tell me
any connection between

the dead man and Professor
Winkler?

- No.

Admittedly, we work in
quite different fields.

My field is arms and the man.

Napoleonic history
to be precise.

He prefers the realm of
mists and subterfuges.

The Cold War and Intelligence.

You could say he specializes
in sinister mysteries.

- You opened his room
this morning?

Why?

- Ah, Barney had organized
a morning of tutorials

and failed to show.

The corridor was packed
with students.

In university terms, that
is a crisis, Inspector.

I called the porter
who entered with me.

In any case, Barney
insisted on keeping

teaching materials in there.

Things some of us need
for our lectures.

- So you took the opportunity.

Was there anything else of
any importance in there?

- Not so far as I know.

There's rarely anything
secret in a university office

apart from exam quizzes.

- And nothin' unusual?

- An unknown corpse lying
bleeding is fairly unusual,

I'd have thought.

- You don't know how the
room came to be searched?

- No.

No, how interesting.

We academics are such
messy beggars it must be

difficult to spot
the difference.

Oh, by the way, Inspector,
a couple of my students

thought they saw something
last night.

Interest you, at all?

- Yes, of course, Dr. Denton.

- They're still in
my room, just here.

You're quite welcome
to use it, by the way,

if you want to do interviews.

- Very kind of you.

- Not at all.

I can work in the library.

Here we are.

This is Alix.

This is Andy.

And I'll be in the library.

- Alix and Andy.

I saw you two before.

- That's right, yesterday.

We're Professor Winkler's
graduate students.

Doing his Cold War course.

- Dr. Denton thought
you'd want to know

what we saw last night
at the Maid Marion.

It's a student pub
down the road.

- The prof was there,
arrived about eight.

He had someone with him.

- You didn't know him.
- No.

But he was kind of academic.

- How long did they stay?

- An hour or so.

They seemed quite friendly.

- Except I thought Winkler
looked really worried.

- Then, they left before 10.

- Sorry to do this.

That's a photograph
of the dead man.

I'd like you to take
a look and tell me

if that's the man you saw.

- That's him.

Sure.

He had a black bag,
a computer bag,

with a file in it.

File?

- A file with a brown cover.

He took it out and they
looked at it together.

- Pascoe.

Ma'am.

- I wondered if every time I
call on your graduate skills

in discretion, it's
going to end in a death.

- I really hope not, ma'am.

- You were supposed to be
protecting Professor Winkler

from the press.

Now when they get here, they're
going to find a dead man

and a missing professor.

I think it's time to
bring in a heavyweight.

- Home Office?
- No.

Real heavyweight.

Superintendent Dalziel.

I've told ya, Andy.

I've not seen him
for over 20 years.

So, how come
he ended up in Whitby?

I don't know.

He never even liked Yorkshire.

In that case,
I don't know how you ever

got on with him at all.

He had many
excellent qualities.

He made a great deal of money.

And he liked to spend it.

- I can see why Yorkshire
didn't suit.

- Anyway, I never got
on with him, really.

And we were only together
18 months.

Then I got fed up with Vienna.

You can have too many cakes.

Even so, to see him
in a box like that,

done up like Liberace.

- I thought he looked
quite nicely,

apart from the fact of
bein' dead, that is.

Shot twice in the back.

- Whoever would do
a thing like that?

- Yes, I know, love,
people nowadays.

- It's not funny, Andy.

It's been the most awful shock.

I may not have seen him for
over a quarter of a century

but I'm still sensitive
enough to feel upset.

He may have had fat legs,
but he was a lovely lover.

Inspector Pascoe,
it's Professor Winkler.

Barney Winkler.

They gave me this number
at the station.

Can I see you tomorrow morning?

I'm in difficulties.

- Check that out.

Try and get a time.

See if we can trace
where he's calling from.

Maybe you can do some
sound separation.

I'm sure
Ellie will understand.

- What would Ellie understand?

- Well, maybe those words.

Quotation from somethin'.

And I half know it myself,

but Ellie was always
the big reader.

- You alright, sir?

- Yeah.

- You were gonna call
Fat Controller.

- Yeah, I'll try now.

- Night then, sir.

- Right.

Andy, I did say I don't
do this for nothing.

What do ya mean?

Don't tell me you found
yourself a little bit short?

- Not money, Andy.

I can see to that.

It's just I expect to be
looked after properly.

No taking for granted.

No more guided tours
of mortuaries.

- That was a one off, love.

I promise.

- It's just I expect
you to pay me due care

and attention.

I know we're in Yorkshire but
I'm used to getting my way.

- That's why I'm here.

- Any good at quotations,
Dr. Denton?

- I doubt it.

You can try me.

- Well, it's something
I heard the other night.

It's half familiar, but I
just can't quite place it.

The stars move still, time
runs, the clock will strike.

- Isn't it Marlowe?

Dr. Faustus?

- Christopher Marlowe.

- Yes, here we are.

Last scene.

When Faustus' 24 year
contract with Mephistopheles

comes to an end.

He's had all he wanted, all
the learning, all the pleasure.

Then he has to give up his soul.

He tries to use his magic
to stop all the clocks

before midnight.

"Halt the horses of the night."

That's where those lines come.

"The stars move still.

Time runs.

The clock will strike.

The Devil will come and
Faustus must be damned.

It strikes, it strikes.

Now body turn to air.

Then the fiends tear
him limb from limb.

Poor fellow.

Serious lesson to scholars.

Bradford
police today issued a picture

of the Japanese tourist whose
body was found two days ago

on Howarth Moors

The dead man, Mr. Tosio
Kawabata was on a bus tour

of Yorkshire visiting
Howarth to see the home --

- Bless me.

The police
are anxious to hear from

anyone who might have any
information which will help them

with their inquiries into this
apparently motiveless murder.

- Now, come on then, love.

Who is he?

- Andy, you do remember
what you promised me

in bed last night?

You said you'd take care
of my best interests.

My name isn't Oxfam, love,
and I don't do favors

for charity.

- This Japanese fella,
you knew him.

- What difference does
it make to you?

Do you really have to be
a policeman all the time?

- Now then, Florence, tell
me properly, who he was?

It's not my force,
it's West Riding.

- His name's Tosio Kawabata.

I met him on a cruise.

- Take a lot of cruises,
don't ya?

- Naturally.

You always meet such
nice people.

- Floating dating agencies,
don't we call 'em?

- Got a name, sir.

He's Jurgen Falke,
German citizen.

He was stayin' at a small
hotel near the railway station.

Deposited these in a hotel safe.

- Passport, plane ticket
from Leipzig.

- But his room was empty, even
though he hadn't checked out.

No bag, no possessions.

- Leipzig, not just Germany.

Right in the heart
of of the old DDR.

That supports a Stasi
connection.

- That phone call from Winkler.

Well, the Super's number's
not listed.

And he didn't get it
from the desk sergeant.

- Then how did he know
to call me there?

Did we find out where
the call came from?

- Not yet.

But we are workin' on it.

We're also lookin' at
the security tapes from

the University.

- Mebbe we should do a
full search on his flat.

- Or wait til the
Super gets back?

Did you raise him, sir?

- No, I didn't.

I'll try again.

- I met him on the way
to the Parthenon.

Japanese businessman,
very, very rich.

He'd made a lot of money
working with those things

that add up and subtract.

- Accountants.

Pocket calculators.

After he'd made his millions,

he bought a smart apartment
in Geneva.

- Where you saw him again.

I don't s'pose he took
care of your interests?

Oh, 'scuse me.

Oh, bloody hell.

Dalziel.

What?

Yeah.

Right, okay.

Useless these things.

I'm gonna have to go.

- Oh, you don't, do ya?

- When the trumpet sounds,
the honest man must respond.

- Was it something I said?

Did?

- Nowt of the kind.

I'd have stayed if
I could, my dear.

And I'll certainly
be back if I can.

- Thanks for that, Andy.

If you do want me over
the next few days,

I'm here one more week.

- And then?

- Booked another lovely cruise.

Mouth of the Amazon.

- So we start at 7:30, alright.

Before Winkler leaves
the university,

before he goes to the pub.

Look here, see?

That's Winkler.

Comes across from the
university buildin',

goes towards his car.

See what he's got with him?

Coat, bag.

- This one's his car.

- Well, keep going.

- I didn't stop it.

The recording cut out.

The camera stopped.

See, the timeline isn't running.

It's stuck at 7:31
and that's it.

The camera stopped
filming that day.

Is that what
you're looking for?

Get the AA to take a good look
at it afore that drives off.

That's it, sir.

It's his, alright.

Winkler's.

- Nobody in it, thank God.

Not even Commander Cousteau.

- Where the devil's he got to?

- Does this interest you at all?

A holdall of some sort.

Soaked.

It's disintegratin'.

- Aye, it will do.

- We've been jumped, sir.

- What?

- When I got to Winkler's
flat with a search team

it turned out we weren't
the first.

Some people came with
a warrant last night

sayin' they were us.

They searched the place
with a tooth comb.

- Weildy.

From the harbor?

They found Winkler's car, empty.

Look, there's no sign of a body.

Get the local police
to mount the search.

Okay, log everything
carefully and bring it in.

About time.

- Afternoon, Peter.

- Just the Superintendent.

He's back.

- I was waitin' there for
ya, and you never called.

Whistle and I'll come
to you, my son.

- I've been tryin' to reach
you for the last 18 hours.

- All alone again,
Mrs. Stockton?

- Yes, Tony.

A bit of peace and
quiet for a change.

I was wondering about
going on somewhere else.

I always find Edinburgh's nice.

- Not bad.

Not as nice as Yorkshire though.

Paper.

- Thanks.

Oh, bless me.

I remember
this place.

We solved a crime here.

Kind of a psychotic.

That's when
I got engaged to Ellie.

That's
the trouble, lad.

This whole place smells of her.

Thing like that can
cloud the judgment.

Andy, me judgment
isn't clouded.

- Afternoon, Inspector Pascoe.

Any fresh news of our
great Professor?

- Why should there
be, Dr. Denton?

- I saw something on
the TV news about a car

found at Whitby.

I wouldn't watch usually,
but this is all so exciting.

I always used to ask
Ellie about your cases.

Quite a fan.

- Go on then, Peter.

Give him your autograph.

- This is Dr. Harold Denton.

He found the body.

Superintendent Dalziel.

- I've heard much about
you, as well.

- Not good, I expect, especially
if it came from Ellie.

But there's something
you can tell me.

This place, the uh,

- The Department of History
and Social Sciences, yes.

- What time's it
locked at night?

- A key question, eh?

The porters lock it at 10.

- And then no one can get in.

- Members of faculty, yes.

They have their own keys.

- Oh, they can get in.

You could get in.

- Those issued with
master keys, yes.

- We need to, often.

Computer programs
that run overnight

and so forth.

Incidentally, Pascoe, I took
another look at Faustus.

He burned his books, of course.

And he did try to drown himself,

and so I gather did
our eminent prof.

- I'm sorry, beg your pardon?

Burned what?

- Just a little matter
Pascoe and I discussed.

And now I shall slip
to the library

and do my academic duty.

"Oh, what a world of
profit and delight,

"of power, of honor,
of omnipotence

"is promised to the
studious artisan."

- Good lord, why do I get
the feeling that man's

a total ponce?

- Probably because
he's a total ponce.

- Yes.

Where are you?

No, he's gone for a bit.

Where are you?

Well, you shouldn't.

It's all over the papers
he's disappeared.

What, are you sure?

I know it's the back
end of the moors.

Meet me later.

And whatever you do,
don't do anything at all

on your own.

- Nice photo, Peter.

Shouldn't be too hard to
spot him when he shows up.

- Why are you so
sure he's alive?

- I am?

I take it you've checked these?

I imagine we did.

What for?

- I just wonder if Winkler
took the master key with him

or left it in his desk.

Ooh, hey.

Enigma machine.

Now that was somethin'.

That's why we got all these
blasted computers today.

Right.

Let's all go through it then,

'cuz I should really
be on me hols.

- And it starts with a prof
who's got something to hide.

- We've all got something
to hide.

- But we're not all in Stasi
files under the code name

Faustus.

And we don't all have a
handler with the name Mephisto

who decided to come and
collect what he's owed.

- And that's why he
approached us and asked for

police protection, is
that what you reckon?

- That's what I reckon.

Falke arrived, they
drank in the pub,

then went back to
the University.

- And then?

They had a quarrel,

Winkler grabbed the knife,
which you've still not traced,

stabbed him from behind
and then did a runner.

- It seems the most
likely assumption.

- I've told you before
about assumin' things.

How'd they get in?

- Winkler had his
own master key.

- Which for some reason
he left behind on a ring

in the office.

- By then he was desperate.

He picked up Falke's
bag and rushed off.

- But you've no firm evidence
for any of it, have ya?

I mean, there's no weapon,
no proof that Winkler

went back that night
with this Falke.

- Because the CCTV
was tampered with.

- Meaning there's
an expert, Weildy.

- Alright, who?

- Ivor, come here.

What do ya think these are?

- Skeleton keys, sir.

- Correct.

I found them in Mr.
Falke's holdall.

You can take a bet that
if the Stasi made these

they could open any
door in the university.

Meaning what, Weildy?

- Falke could have got
into the place on his own.

- I'm not sure what
you're sayin', sir.

- All, I'm sayin'
is this inquiry

is workin' with one eye shut.

If Winkler didn't go
back that night,

he's not your killer.

Someone else is.

What I'm sayin' is you're
missing conflicting evidence,

not opening fresh
lines of inquiry.

- I'm glad of the vote
of confidence.

- Ah, well, it happens.

You get to close to the case.

You got personal emotions
involved.

- Sorry, sir.

Where did you say
you found these?

- In the black holdall.

- The one found in
Winkler's car?

- Yeah.

- But surely, sir, the
only way the holdall

could have got in the car
is if Winkler put it there

so the keys must have
found their way there

from Winkler's room.

Doesn't that make him more
of a suspect, not less?

- Very good, Ivor,

and for that you're
comin' with me.

There'll still be
more to this case.

And I want you to take
me to Winkler's flat.

Come on.

Like the seaside, did
he, Mrs. Hardy?

- No, not particularly.

- He said nowt to you
about goin' away?

- No.

When he goes away, it's
usually to conferences

or congresses.

Mostly abroad.

- I suppose all these
have been gone through

very carefully by the other lot,

the funny buggers?

- Sorry?

- The people who came
the other day, MI5.

- I didn't know.

- No, you wouldn't.

Was he a spy, Mrs. Hardy?

- How would I know?

I don't think so.

Far too decent.

- What do you reckon it
takes to make a man a spy?

- Anything, I suppose,
idealism, politics, money.

There must be hundreds
of reasons.

- So, he's lived alone then?

When I asked you about
what made a man a spy

you never said sex.

- He told me he got divorced
a good few years back.

Had no children.

Who is this then?

- He has a German girlfriend.

I believe her name's
Rula, lives in Munich.

She comes over to
see him sometimes.

He had a few other
women visitors.

Not lately.

A young man came once.

Red hair.

He dresses nicely.

- Found somethin'?

Bless me.

Do ya know what I need, a nerd.

- What?
- A nerd.

Isn't that what they're called?

Or is it a whiz?

Anyway, bet the station's
got one.

- You were asking for
the computer expert?

- That's right.

I want to know how many
foreigners have been

murdered in Yorkshire in
the last couple of months.

Can you access that?

- If we logged the data,
yes, of course.

There ya go.

- This man, Falke.

- What do ya want to know?

- History.

- Alright, now give us Kawabata.

History.

Give us the married to box.

Florence Leah Stockton.

- Do ya want to try anymore?

- Aye.

Give us a printout of all
married to Florence Stockton.

Or any name resembling.

There ya go,

it's printing now.

- Ya know, to lose one
husband is unfortunate.

To lose this many, is
just plain carelessness.

Thank you.

- Who's heard of Jane Eyre?

Mr. Rochester, Cathy Earnshaw,
Heathcliff, Agnes Grey?

Bronte characters.

- That's right.

They were all characters in
books by the world famous

Bronte sisters.

And they were all invented
here on these moors

at Howarth Parsonage which
is where we're going next.

But when we get there, may
I ask you to stick to me

very closely?

I know it's all very romantic
but people do sometimes

come to sticky ends
on these moors.

Mr. Kawabata, course I remember.

You won't mention it to the
other passengers, will you?

- On the word of a Yorkshireman.

- It ruined the entire
tour for all of us.

20 lovely Japanese tourists.

Most of them didn't
have a word of English.

You should have seen the police
trying to interview them.

It took all afternoon and it
turned out Kawabata wasn't

even with them at all.

- How do you mean?

- The rest came from Osaka
on an organized tour.

Mr. Kawabata just appeared
among them at Yorkminster.

He seemed to know his own mind

not like a proper
tourist at all.

And the other tourists
wouldn't speak to him.

They didn't regard
him as Japanese.

He'd lived too long in Europe.

- That's right, Switzerland.

So what was he like?

- Bit of a noisy know-it-all,
you know the type.

- Go on.

- He left the party and went
to the top of the moors.

Goodness knows why.

Maybe he was trying to
reach Top Withens.

It's said to be Wuthering
Heights.

It isn't, of course.

- Unsolved as far as I know.

Likely to stay that way.

No witnesses 'cept
a load of tourists

who've gone back to Japan.

- Round here, was it?

- Over here.

It all seemed so peaceful.

As if he'd sat down
to eat his picnic

and someone had sat
down too and stabbed him

for no good reason.

No known motive.

Nothing stolen that we know of.

No reason why here.

- That's Wuthering
Heights over there?

- So they say.

Never liked the place meself.

- Andy, you're back.

- I did say.

- You did.

Come and sit down.

Tony, let's have another of
those bottles of champagne.

- Yes, Mrs. Stockton.

- I'm really glad.

I've been thinking about you.

Hoping you'd turn up again soon.

- You see, you couldn't
keep me away.

- It's been a lovely holiday
on my own, but you know me,

always liked a nice
bit of company.

- Well, what about you?

Have you been and done
whatever it was you had

to go and do?

- I have that.

Which reminds me, I brought
some postcards

for you to look at.

- Oh, that's nice.

- Mattu Ionescu, he's
your first husband, right?

- Yes, that's Mattu.

What about him though?

- I suppose he left you
quite a decent estate.

- Well, that was the
trouble, Andy,

now you come to mention it.

He left me a lot,
but I just can't

get the money out of Russia.

It's been a big disappointmnt.

- Tosio Kawabata, your
second husband?

- Oh, I suppose.

It's a terrible likeness.

- He probably had
quite a bit, too.

- He was always a
very generous man.

Of course, we don't know
what he did with it.

- Leon Fournier, art
dealer from Paris.

Met him on a cruise
as well, did ya?

- Well, I did, yes.

- Which husband was he?

- Number three.

Why'd you want to know?

- It's just that they found
him dead under the motorway

near Tadcaster a few days back.

- I am sorry.

Tadcaster, what's that like?

I've never been there.

Oh, you have been busy.

- That's what I do.

- Is this the one, sir?

- Aye, thank you.

- Shall I pour it?

- Yes, please.

- Oh, Andy, it's so good
to see you again.

Are you coming up tonight?

- Thought you'd never ask.

- Sure?

I mean I thought there
in the dining room

you were acting a bit strangely.

- No, I was just thinking

it must be pretty risky

getting wed to you.

- I didn't know you were
even thinking of it.

- Oh, I'm not.

- I'm really glad you're back.

Do take your jacket off.

You do believe me, don't you?

- Believe what?

- That it's all a coincidence.

I mean, Mattu.

Didn't even die in Yorkshire.

He just fell off a ship when
it happened to be passing.

I've never even been
to Tadcaster and

well, when Tocio was
killed I was right here

in this hotel with you.

- Don't you find it odd
then, three men found dead

in Yorkshire in suspicious
circumstances

and they'd all been
married to you?

- They say bad luck comes
in threes, don't they?

Andy, when you suddenly
rushed off like that.

It wasn't to check
up on me, was it?

Yes.

Not now.

Let's talk another time.

- Where is he?

- Where's who?

- Husband number four, isn't it?

- I don't know what you mean.

- Barney Winkler.

- I don't know a Barney Winkler.

- This was in his bedroom.

That's you, right?

- Yes, it's me.

It's a while back,
though, isn't it?

- Another cruise?

- If you must know, I
met him at Rome Airport.

I always liked Barney.

He was clever.

Anyway, he's not dead, is he?

- You know what's
going on, Florrie.

You read the papers

and I'd like to find him.

- Can't it wait til morning?

- Morning, Inspector.

I was just wondering when
I'll get my office back.

- Oh, I can move out
today if you need it.

- No hurry, I'm quite
enjoying my little stint

of exile in the library.

I've been checking
the Faust story.

You know what happened to him.

He tried to get time to stop
and the sea to swallow him,

but the fiends grabbed
him in the end

and "all the students
clothed in mourning black

"did wait upon his
heavy funeral."

- Sounds grim.

- Right, or at least
that's Marlowe's version.

In Goethe's Faust, it's
all completely different.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

There he marries Helen
of Troy, lives to 100,

renounces his magic,
tricks the devil,

and floats off to heaven
surrounded by many beautiful
women.

Goethe really knew how
to treat an academic.

- I presume you're
trying to ask me if we've

managed to trace Professor
Winkler.

And the answer's no.

Have you heard anything?

Has he tried to make contact?

- No.

No, he hasn't.

Shrewd fellow, aren't
you, Pascoe?

Anyway, I'm going this
way, to the library.

- How many husbands
have you had, Florence?

- Five, that's official.

- You wouldn't have been
workin' for anybody, would ya?

Enrolling these husbands
in the cause?

- The only one who ever had
anything to do with all that

was Barney and no one
ever understood him.

I know nothing about politics.

The trouble with you is
you've got a suspicious mind.

- In my job, it helps.

Just put it down to jealousy.

You've led a colorful life,
Florence, I'll say that.

- For some reason,

men have always liked me a lot.

The rich ones, the clever ones,

there's something about
me they like.

- I can imagine.

- I've done quite nicely.

And they didn't do
that badly, either.

- This cottage, how'd
ya know it?

- We came up here,
once or twice.

Don't know who it belonged
to but Barney had a key.

It's called World's End.

- A P.C. found it this morning.

Thought you'd like to see
before it goes to Forensic.

I hear Mr. Dalziel's
gone off again.

- Has he?

Who says?

- Fenning.

There it is, down there,
just under the water.

- Professor Winkler, been
looking everywhere for you.

- Who are you?

- Thought you knew.

Superintendent Dalziel.

Time to come in from the cold.

- I should have known
you'd be here first.

- Did they tell ya?

I was at the scene
when it happened.

- How very clever.

- It's not clever at all.

Whoever it was driving that
car probably meant it for me.

- Well, who was it?

- At the time I thought
it was the funny buggers,

now, I'm not so sure.

Dirty world, sunshine.

There's your professor.

Skull fracture, but he'll live.

- And talk?

- Am I hearing the
voice of decent concern?

Or a desperate D.I. who
can't wait to charge him?

- Did you kill Jurgen Falke?

- No.

But I can see how it
looks as if I did.

- But you did meet him that
night at the Maid Marion?

- I met him in the university
car park.

We went there for a
drink and a talk.

He came with my case
file from Leipzig.

He thought he could use
the file to his advantage.

- How?

- I was writing a book that
would expose a lot of people

in Germany, Moscow and Britain.

Basically, he wanted money but

he was also trying to find
out what was in the book.

- Better tell the Inspector
what happened that night then.

- I left Falke outside the
pub to go back to the hotel.

I went for a burger, then home.

Around 11, I went back
to the University.

I was worried.

As soon as I got in the
building, I sensed that

someone was in my office.

The light was on, the
door was not closed.

There was Falke, lying
there, dead.

He'd got in somehow.

It didn't surprise me at all.

The main thing was to
disappear for a while.

So, I got in my car and
drove to the sea.

- But you weren't
planning to kill yourself.

- No.

I knew a safe house on the moors

but I wanted to leave a trail
in case anything went wrong.

- Then your ex-wife
Florence rang.

- Yes, goodness knows
how she worked out

that I'd be out there,

but she brought food
and supplies.

She was a great help.

- That's Florence.

She always is.

- I told you from the start
you should have opened

a second line of inquiry.

If I was in your shoes,
which luckily I'm not,

I'd think sports jackets.

- What sports jacket?

- Didn't your Mr. Falke
wear a sports jacket?

A Burberry or something?

- Well, DAKS, but what's
that to do with anything?

- Well, Winkler wears
sports jackets, too.

If you look at his wardrobe,
you might find something.

- What someone killed Falke
thinking it was Winkler?

- Wrong man murder, think on it.

- Who?

- I don't know.

You're the detective.

But they could have
just tried again

unless it was me
they were after.

- That's hardly likely, is it?

- Now, now, Peter.

Course if they killed Winkler,
that would have made four.

- Four what?

- Four dead men all
married to the same woman.

Ah, there ya are, Florence.

Excuse me, Peter.

- These are lovely.

- Almost as good a Whitby.

- Please, don't talk about that.

Still makes my flesh creep.

Him lying there, done
up like that.

Anyway, we better make
the most of tonight.

I'm off on my South
American cruise tomorrow,

don't forget.

- I'll do me best.

Promise.

- This has been really
nice, hasn't it, Andy?

- Wonderful.

Apart from the bit where
some crazy old beggar tried

to run me down in his car.

- More like they were
after Barney.

More of his spying games.

As I told you, I'm not
interested in politics.

Only money.

And men.

Fancy a coffee?

- Aye, why not?

- Want to go back to
the hotel room, love?

- In a bit.

There's just one question.

Who is he?

- Who's who?

- You said you had
five husbands.

I've caught up with
four of them.

- Andy, I've told you
it's such a long story.

- I'd rather you told it me.

- Alright, his name's
Darren Allbright.

Not that he is,

but he's a lovely lad.

Used to live in Wetherton, once.

22 years old, never had a
job or any money in his life.

And he's the only one I
can ever say I truly liked.

- Why's that?

- Well, think about it.

With Darren what you
see is what you get.

The others I went
for their status,

Darren I went for
his, well, age.

- 22.

It's young enough
to be your son.

- Well, why not?

- I bet you he does
exactly what you tell him.

- Oh, he doesn't.

Quite the reverse.

He's not an ordinary
person, Darren.

He doesn't always listen to me.

- Why?

- Ask yourself the
old question, Andy.

Biggest question
in the universe.

What does a woman really want?

But all she wants
is her own way.

That's all we ever ask for.

- And a lot of money
to play with.

- That, too.

All my husbands looked after me.

Even beyond the grave.

- I've been lookin'
in the wrong place.

I thought it was cloaks
and daggers.

When all the time it was
last wills and testaments.

- Anyway, it's been lovely,
these last few days.

Shall we take a last
stroll down the cay?

- No.

- Darren Allbright,

would he happen to wear
children's watches?

- Well, how could you know that?

- So that was Darren
on the motorway.

And Darren on the moor
at Top Withens.

- Couldn't say.

Haven't seen him for awhile.

- He's not comin' on
your cruise then?

- Wouldn't suit him.

Very different kind of people.

- And that was Darren up
at World's End cottage.

- You thought that
was my Darren?

- Wasn't it your Darren?

- Hang on a minute, Andy.

I've just spotted an old friend.

- Andy, come quick.

He's in the water.

Florrie.

Help.

I can't swim.

Help me.

- That your Darren?

- Is he alright?

You know I sometimes think
that boy's a crazy psychopath.

You saw what happened.

He tried to push me in.

- No, I didn't.

But I reckon the time's
come to reel your Darren in.

Don't you, Florrie Stockton?

- Come in, Dr. Denton.

Why do I get the feeling
you're always

about to tell me something?

- I said you were
a shrewd fellow.

- Here's where the dagger
came from, I suppose.

- I do believe it did.

- And in your own way,

you've been tryin' to
say that for days.

I wasn't a good pupil, was I?

- You were not.

- I suppose you had some reason

for coming back late that night.

- Yes.

A paper on Napoleon to finish.

Then I heard him coming
down the corridor.

The famous Professor.

The great panjandrum
about to launch another

book upon the astonished world.

- In fact, he wasn't.

- He'd get the accolades,

I'd get the teaching.

He'd be on television.

I'd run the department.

Alas, in this subject
there is only one chair

and he was sitting in it.

- You took the knife,
went to his room

and stabbed the wrong man.

- Yes.

It was half dark and
he had his back to me.

It wasn't 'til next morning
I saw what I'd done.

What happens now?

- I shall caution you and
take you in for questioning.

- I s'pose I'll go to prison.

- Yes.

While he'll publish his books,

marry Helen of Troy,

and when he dies the angels
will take him to heaven.

It was Goethe's Faust,
not Marlowe's.

Pity.

- I missed you last night, Andy.

- Sorry, for some reason,
I just didn't feel

exactly up for it.

- Anyway, love, it was
really, really splendid.

- I really think you
are a remarkable lass,

Florrie Stockton.

- And you're a cunning
old beggar yourself.

It was really lucky I
bumped into you again.

- Course it didn't just
happen, did it?

Only takes a bit of hard
work to get a free alibi.

- I always said, "Andy
Dalziel will look after me."

And you will, won't you, Andy?

- Aye, maybe.

Enjoy South America.

- Thanks.

Send my love to Darren
when you see him next.

- Peter,

it's Andy.

I'm coming home.