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♫ ...the pain ♫

♫ We all need a love ♫

♫ Just a little
divine intervention ♫

♫ We all need a love... ♫

There´s no holding your mum,
is there?

Come on, son.
We´ve got work to do.

Fisher.

The new chief is
entering the building now, sir.

Right, thank you.

Morning, sir.
Did you want the lift?

And remember, Sergeant,
we´re paid to nick villains,

not sit around some office
all day

-polishing our backsides.

Sir, I´m sorry.
I didn´t see you for a moment.

Oh, morning, uh...

A.C.C. Fisher, sir.

Right, right.

Trouble with
young officers today --

-obsessed with paperwork.
-Right.

Incidentally, I wondered
if you´d had a chance

to look through
the cost-benefit analysis

of the proposed redeployment
of subdivision.

Haven´t the foggiest.

-In your pending tray, sir.

There you are, then.

Well, carry on, then,
uh, Fisher.

Oh, by the by, are you
a sporting man, by any chance?

Well, yes, I do like
the occasional round of golf,

uh, when I get a minute.

Golf?

Whacking a little ball ´round
a park´s not what I call sport.

-I´m talking about shooting.
-Ah.

You don´t shoot, I suppose?

- Well, yes, of course, sir.
- Oh, grand.

Only I´ve got a little party
booked for Thursday.

Senior ranks, old pals, mostly.

And one of the Met chaps has had
to pull out at the last minute.

£400 apiece, all in.
Fancy it?

Well -- Well, yes, sir.
Very much, sir.

Grand, grand!
10:00 then, Pilbury Hall.

I´ll see you there, then, uh...

-Fisher.
-...Fisher.

So, when the fish lorry comes,
we´ll get a couple of sea bass

and half a dozen lobsters,
splash out a bit.

Blimey!
Don´t let Mrs. Crabbe hear you.

-Morning, Henderson.
-Morning.

Mrs. Crabbe´s off
for a few days.

Oh, I get it.

Spot of emergency
tax-avoidance for a client.

And while the cat´s away, eh?

The mice shall dine
on the very best Stilton,

untrammeled by the constraints
of dingy commerce.

Which reminds me,

I really ought to go
and bank the weekend´s takings.

No, I´ll go.

Oh, bless you, Nicola. They´re
in an envelope under the till.

Okay.

Oh, um...uh, thingy´s out front,
by the way.

-Yeah, w-what´s his name.

Um...

Alistair.
Just the man I wanted to see.

Get me the chief firearms
officer.

Yes, sir.

Ringing for you now.

-Watson.
-Jim! Freddy Fisher.

-Fine, thanks.

-Oh, yes, fine.

And how´s that charming young
W.P.C. of yours?

You know, Mandy,
from the Christmas party.

How is she?

All right, you bastard,
what do you want?

Well, let´s see.

We´re looking for young birds
ideally, aren´t we?

Soft, even breast feathers.

Good V-shaped wing.

Yes, pliable, smooth feet,
and short spur.

-And a nice dark glossy beak.
-Yeah.

-£4.50 a brace.

Ooh, done.

I can see I´m
going to have to watch you two.

We´ve been reading up.

We´re thinking of trying
game pie, actually.

Maybe we could do
one another a good turn.

I´ve got a shooting party
booked for Thursday,

but my regular caterer´s
called in sick.

Uh, you...
Well, I-I don´t know.

I could offer
a pretty decent fee.

Yeah, well,
to be honest with you,

I don´t think it sounds
quite my sort of thing.

I was shot myself once,
and it does tend to give you

a slightly different
perspective,

-if you see what I mean.
-Okay, no harm in asking.

-Well, see you next week, then.
-Right.

Mr. Crabbe.

-It´s gone.

The envelope.
The weekend´s takings.

Under the till, you said.

Dear God, what am I
gonna tell Margaret?

-Stop him, quick.

-Um, this shooting party --

D-Did you mention
something about a fee?

Maybe we should send her along
in your place?

Oh, please.

-Face it, Freddy.

We´ve been at it
almost three hours,

and you haven´t managed to hit
anything yet. Don´t you --

Let´s just remember
what´s at stake here, shall we?

For both of us.

Okay.

For heaven´s sake,
loosen up a bit, can´t you?

Right.

Ready.

And pull.

Yes!

Yes!

-Well done, Freddy.

-Morning, Henry!
-Hello.

Um, Roger Hoskins,
our head keeper.

Henry Crabbe.

All set?

Yes, thanks.
I must say, I´m very impressed.

But it has to pay its way,
Henry. Business.

And I don´t really like
safari parks.

Cynthia!

Mrs. Hoskins
looks after the office.

She´ll be helping you out today.

-Henry Crabbe. Hello.
-Hello.

If you´ll excuse me,
I´d better see to the beaters.

The first guns
are just arriving, Alistair.

Right, then.
Let´s get you organized.

Right.

Freddy "Fishface" Fisher,
as I live and breathe.

Kevin.

Kevin Turner.
Well, this is a surprise.

Dear, oh, dear. Someone tell you
it was fancy dress?

I think you´re about the last.

-We´re drawing peg numbers.

Oh, yes.
Yes, of course.

Oh. Right next to me.
Now, there´s a bit of luck.

Well, good luck with the lunch,
and I´ll see you later tonight.

Thanks.

Beauty, isn´t it?

Caught myself with a car door,
dozy cow.

Go on in, Tommy.

Go on, then.

Damn! Blast!

Yours, Fishface.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Bugger off, will you?!

Didn´t expect to see you here,
Crabbe.

Ah, likewise, sir.

Having a good day´s sport?

No, I´m bloody not.

See that little squirt
over there?

-No, sir.

Detective Superintendent
Kevin Turner,

Regional Crime Squad.

Oh, wasn´t he your rival
for the A.C.C.´s job?

Yeah, and he´s not gonna let me
forget it, either.

It´s not bad, this.
What´s in it?

Oh, venison, rabbit, pheasant,

sausage meat
amongst other things,

along with garlic,
onion, mace, marjoram,

black peppercorns,
and garnished with cranberries.

Good grief!

-Oh, hello, there, uh...
-Fisher.

Right.
Tasty bit of pie, that.

Um...

About the, uh, subdivisional
redeployment, sir...

Well, now, then,
no shop talk while I´m eating.

Excuse me, sir.

So, how does this fit in with
your ecological principles?

Here, keep your voice down.

They´re like something out
of "Straw Dogs," that lot.

Don´t want them getting the idea
I´m some sort of a green.

So, what are you doing here,
then?

Well, the way I look at it,

if you´re gonna take up
residence in a rural community,

you got to make
a bit of an effort

to assimilate the local customs,
haven´t you?

Oh, yes.

Anyhow,
it´s 15 quid a day in your hand

and all the sarnies you can eat.

Ah.

Talking of nosh,
that game pie looks a bit tasty.

Any chance of slipping me a bit
on the quiet?

No.

The pie is reserved strictly
for the gentry.

One of those old rural customs
you´re so keen on.

Fancy making things
a bit more interesting?

What did you have in mind?

Oh, a little wager
on the next drive?

Say, 50 quid?

If, um,
if I could have your attention

for a moment, gentlemen.

´Course, I´d give you a two-bird
start to even things up a bit.

Certainly not!

As you´ll appreciate,
this afternoon´s drives

are in quite dense woodland, and
safety is a prime consideration.

So just a reminder -- No ground
game and no low birds, please.

Can´t say I blame you.

You´d be lucky to bag
a frozen chicken, on your form.

Look, I tell you what.

Let´s call it a nice round 100,
shall we?

So, if you´d like to make
your way down to the next drive,

we´ll get the afternoon´s sport
under way.

Right.

A oner. You´re on.

Right.

Are you with us, George Acton?

Don´t you worry about me,
keeper.

Just go and blow
your little horn.

Oh, hard lines!

Keep in line!
Straight line!

Turner, you bastard,
that was my bird!

Sorry.

Everything all right, gentlemen?

Yes, thank you very much.

-Low bird.
-Mine!

Leave it!

Oscar Five to Oscar Bravo.

Receiving, Oscar Five.

What´s going on?

You´d better get an ambulance
to the Pilbury Estate fast.

There´s been an accident.

I didn´t see him.

I just didn´t see him.

Well?

It´s no good, I´m afraid.

God almighty!

Who is he?

George Acton.
One of my tenants.

I warned them, Henry.
I told them. No low shots.

Get the boy out of here.

You heard me!
Take him home!

I heard it over the radio.

Accidental shooting,
is that right?

Apparently, yes.

Well, what do we do now?

I don´t know if you´ve noticed,

but half the top brass of
three counties are over there.

So, for once, I´m glad to say,
the decision´s out of our hands.

Mm, I wouldn´t count on that.

Crabbe?

Uh, yes, sir?

Detective Inspector Crabbe,
is that right?

Yeah, that´s right, sir, yes.

Well, it´s your lucky day.

As the nearest thing we have to
an officer of appropriate rank,

I´m putting you
in charge of this mess.

Thank you very much, sir.

There will have to be
an inquest, of course.

And in the circumstances,

we´re probably looking
at an official inquiry.

So, I want everything done
by the book.

Photographs, witness statements,
the lot.

Yes, sir. Will you be giving
a statement yourself, sir?

No, I bloody won´t.

I was on the other side of
the wood. I didn´t see a thing.

And the same goes
for the rest of those chaps.

-Yes, sir. Very clear.

Well, go on,
get on with it, then!

Sir.

Better tell them to leave
the body where it is

until the police surgeon
and forensics get here.

Right.

Come on, sir.
Let´s get you home.

Good evening.
Pie in the Sky.

- Hello, Nicola.
- Oh, hello, chef.

Uh, look,
I-I´m sorry I didn´t get back,

but I´m afraid
something´s come up.

Oh, it´s no problem.

It´s a quiet night, actually.

I-I don´t think I´ll be able
to get back before closing.

Oh, not to worry.

I´ll make sure the takings
are safely locked away.

Excuse me.

Thanks, Nicola.
Good night.

Is there any other witness
I should be speaking to?

I don´t think so.

Is that the lot?

Oh, apparently,
no one saw a thing.

They were too spread out,
and the cover was too thick.

Shouldn´t be surprised,
I suppose.

Thank you.

Alistair, do you happen to know
Mr. Acton´s next of kin?

Well, um, he was married.

I think she left him.

Look, you really should talk
to Hoskins about this.

He knows the beaters
much better than me.

Right. I´ll do that.
Thanks.

Um, Alistair...

...it wasn´t your fault.

You do know that, don´t you?

Good night.

Good night.

Shouldn´t be too difficult
to trace the wife.

Can I leave that to you?

-Right.
-Thanks.

Um, sir.

Hmm?

I was just thinking
about Mr. Fisher.

Goodnight, Cambridge.

Hello.

Tom, isn´t it?

I keep chickens, too, you know.

Castilians and Welsummers
mostly.

-That´s right.

They´re lovely.

Mm. They´re little, like,
but they give good eggs.

I´ll bet they do.

Is your dad about?

What do you want him for?

Oh, morning, Mrs. Hoskins.

Uh, well, just some questions
about the accident.

Tom, leave them now, eh?

Go on.

Sorry, about this. Just boring
old police routine, you know.

Yes, right.
Of course.

Look, I´m sorry.
It´s just --

It´s been a bit of a shock,
you know.

I´m sure it has.
And for Tom, too, I imagine.

Roger´s up
at the Hundred-acre Woods.

It won´t take 10 minutes
in the car.

Right.

Thanks a lot.

Police.

I get the impression that, uh...

Mr. Acton
wasn´t too popular locally.

Why was that?

Flash bugger, wasn´t he?
Thought a lot of himself.

Did you get on with him?

Well enough.
Same as the other tenants.

Mm. So, you wouldn´t know
of any particular enemies

he might have had?

No, not at all.

Ah-ha. You seem to have made
an arrest there, Mr. Hoskins.

They really are rather beautiful
seen close to, aren´t they?

Vermin, though, see.

Get in the runs after the eggs.

Chicks, too,
given half the chance.

Mm, what a pity.

You can´t afford
to be sentimental in this job.

Why all the questions?

-It was an accident.

In other words,
that copper´s one of your own,

and you want to get him
off the hook?

Well, I-I´m sorry
you see it that way.

But, really, it´s just a matter
of following the rules.

Oh, I´m not saying I blame you.
Dare say I´d do the same.

You didn´t see
Mr. Acton get hit yourself?

Afraid not.

I think I might´ve heard
a sort of yell.

Really? Could you be a bit
more specific about that?

Not really.

I mean, I heard Alistair
shout something.

A warning, "Low bird,"
something like that.

Then a shot,
then this sort of yell.

More of a scream, really.

How long between Alistair´s
warning and the scream?

No time at all.

Well, you really have been
most helpful.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Hoskins.

When you talked
to Hoskins yesterday,

did he say anything
about hearing a scream

shortly after
Alistair´s warning?

No, sir.

Yeah, that´s what I thought.

Well, from the impression I got,

with all the gunfire and the
noise the beaters were making,

no one could´ve heard a thing.

Yeah.

I hope you´re hungry. My boot´s
full of yesterday´s leftovers.

Well, now, Fisher.
Nasty business, this.

Yes, sir.
I would just like to say --

Very nasty.

Which is why the chief wanted me
to have a word, really,

just to put your mind at rest.

Sir.

He wants you to know
you have our full support,

both as a fellow officer and as
a representative of the service.

Well, I appreciate that, sir,
but if I could just say --

In fact, I´ve been working
on a statement for the press.

Tragic mishap, officer
deeply distressed, blah, blah.

"Formal leave of absence

until such time
as the inquiry is resolved."

I imagine
you´re happy with that?

Not entirely, no.

-Fisher.
-Really, sir,

I do think you should listen
to what I have to say.

So, um, how did
Mrs. Acton take the news?

Not exactly grief-stricken.

Seems hubby had an eye
for the ladies,

though she didn´t put it
quite as politely as that.

Oh, yes. I see.
Yeah.

Am I missing something, sir?

Well, I saw them together,
Cambridge.

Acton and Cynthia Hoskins.

It was at the lunch
just before the final drive.

My guess is
they were having an affair.

Do you think Hoskins knows?

Well, I don´t think she got that
black eye from any car door,

do you?

There´s something
not quite right about this.

All these ingredients.

Yeah.
The balance has to be just so.

The ingredients
in this case being...

Pheasant, rabbit, and venison.

Look, sorry, sorry.

Um, well...

...Acton´s reputation
as a womanizer,

Cynthia not wanting me
to talk with Tom,

Hoskins coming up with this
story about hearing a scream.

You´re saying you think

it could be murder
made to look like an accident.

Well, a shoot.

It would be
the perfect place for it.

Don´t you think?
All those guns.

But Hoskins didn´t have a gun,
did he?

Are we sure about that?

Yes.
Neither did any of the beaters.

The witnesses
were very specific, anyway.

It´s all pure speculation. We
don´t have a scrap of evidence.

Well, maybe Hoskins was right.

Maybe I am trying to cover up
for one of my own.

Come on, come on.

I´ve just been talking
to Mrs. Fisher.

Oh, yes?

Apparently, he isn´t home yet.

His secretary said he left
at lunchtime looking depressed,

but she can´t get an answer
on his mobile.

I do hate these things.

I think she´s quite worried,
actually.

Hmm.

Is that the path report?

Cause of death
is a single gunshot wound.

"Radius of impact suggests

a range
of approximately 30 meters.

And 74 pellets were recovered

from the heart, lungs,
and thoracic cavity."

Dear God, I think we´re dealing

with a seriously deranged mind
here, Cambridge.

How do you mean, sir?

What kind of psychopath
does it take

to dig a handful of pellets out
of a dead body,

then actually sit down
and count them?

Give them a ring, would you?

Ask them to send a sample down
to ballistics. You never know.

Right.
And, um, where will you be?

Me?
Home, of course.

With Fisher out the way,

there´s no point hanging
´round this place, is there?

Evening.

Evening, Nicola.

Henderson.

Gary.

Still no sign
of the missing takings yet?

Um, you´ve got a visitor,
though, chef.

Oh, yes?

Oh, no.

He´s been soaking up
the house white since we opened.

Henry!
Come and join the celebration.

Uh, what are we celebrating,
sir?

End of my glorious career.

You´re not serious?

Absolutely.

I formally tendered
my resignation to Pearce

this afternoon.

What do you think?

Told me
it was out of the question.

Said I should take a few weeks´
leave, time for reflection.

Said that I was emotional,
under stress.

Maybe he was right.

Well, of course I´m bloody
emotional and under stress.

I killed a man yesterday, Henry!

I killed a man.

I actually...

Because I wanted to impress
that fat idiot, Braithwaite.

Because of my vanity
and stupidity,

another living, breathing
human being is dead, Henry.

Isn´t that
for the inquiry to decide?

Bunch of flatulent desk jockeys,

babbling about
"the image of the service."

Please.

Anyhow...

You know as well as I do,

the only thing Pearce
cares about

is that if I resign
it means I´m guilty

and it makes them all look bad.

Well, I am guilty.

And I´m the one
that´s got to live with it.

So damn the lot of ´em.

What´s wrong with that girl
of yours? Waitress.

I´ll tell you what, sir.
Uh, why don´t we go upstairs?

Good idea.

I mean...

no wonder the public think
we´re all complete bastards.

We are complete bastards
aren´t we, don´t you think?

You know what, Henry?

You´re the only real friend
I´ve got in the police.

Oh, now, I´m sure
that´s not true, sir.

No, I mean it.

In 25 years´ service...

...you´re the only one
who´s ever cared enough

to give it to me straight.

I feel I´m seeing you for
the first time tonight, Henry.

I mean --

I mean really seeing you.

That´s nice, sir.

Hello, Henry.

Hello, sir.

No, no. I mean...
hello, Henry.

Yes, sir.
Hello, sir.

Hello.

Hello...

Hello?

Margaret.

No.

No, no, I´m fine.

No, no.

Honestly, Margaret,
everything here is fine.

Morning, sir.

-Cambridge.

-Oh, no, thanks.

I had mine hours ago.

No need to sound
so cheerful about it.

-Oh, I don´t know. Guess what.
-Cambridge.

Ballistics say
the shot that killed Acton

almost certainly was not fired
from Mr. Fisher´s gun.

-They don´t believe

the sample pellets
were from a 12-bore at all

but a much smaller gauge
called a .410.

Well, that´s wonderful.

And since the gauge
affects the impact radius,

they now believe it was fired
at much closer range.

All right, so who do we know
that owns one of these things?

Well, that´s the bad news.

I checked the license records,

but the nearest registered
owner´s in the next county.

Oh, great.

The other
slightly worrying thing

is that Mr. Fisher seems
to have totally disappeared.

No, he hasn´t.

He went home in a minicab
just five minutes ago.

Looking rather peaky, I thought.

What? You mean
he´s been here all night?

Mm-hmm. He´s quite human,
as a matter of fact.

Well, I suppose we ought to go
and give him the good news.

Don´t you?

Hello, Alistair.

I´ve come about your fee, Henry.

With one thing and another,

we seem to have forgotten
all about it.

Oh.

These are just
a little thank-you

for the way you handled things.

Oh, thank you, Alistair.
How very kind.

Um, actually, since you´re here,

could I ask you
a firearms question?

The .410 shotgun --

Sort of thing
you keep for vermin, isn´t it?

Rats and crows and so forth.

My old dad taught me
to shoot with one, actually.

Oh.

Um, why do you ask?

Do you know anyone who has one?

It could be very important,
Alistair.

Oh, well, all right.

-I have, as a matter of fact.

L-Look, I know

technically I should have handed
it in to the police,

but I just never got ´round
to it.

Anyhow, the thing´s
a virtual antique.

Go on.

It´s what they used to call
a poacher´s piece.

The barrel folds into the stock

so that you can hide it
under your jacket.

I took it off a couple of lads

I caught out after rabbits
on the estate.

And where is it now,
this "virtual antique"?

Oh, this is your gun cabinet?

Yes.

Well, seems secure enough.

Well, it is!

We were inspected
only last month.

Could I have the key,
do you think?

Oh, Alistair!

Well, what?

May I?

Who else would know
that´s where you kept the keys?

Just a few of the estate people.

Cynthia, of course.
Hoskins.

Could you point out
the gun in question?

Ah...

Um...

Oh, dear.

It seems a gun has gone missing
from the estate office.

Well, what´s that
got to do with me?

We have reason to believe
the same gun

was used to murder Mr. Acton.

Murder?

George Acton was your
lover, wasn´t he, Mrs. Hoskins?

I don´t know what you´re talking
about. I hardly knew him.

Oh, come on.

I saw you together
on the day of the shoot.

Is that why your husband
hit you, Mrs. Hoskins?

No.

No.

It really would be better
if you tell us the truth,

you know.

There was no shooting accident.

Mr. Acton was murdered.

So, please,
no more covering up, now.

No more lies.

Your husband knew about it,
didn´t he, the affair?

He´s violently jealous man.
There were rows.

Is that what you were afraid
Tom might tell me?

-No, no.
-All right!

Mr. Hoskins.

Don´t worry, Inspector.

It´s not loaded, see?

You get away from me!

No more lies, you said?

Well, that suits me fine.

What I tell you now,
it´s all legal, right?

I mean, she can witness it?

I´m obliged to advise you

that, uh, if you want
a solicitor present --

There´s no need.

You´re right.
I knew about her and Acton.

And, yes, we rowed,
and I hit her.

I´m not proud of that.

She promised to end it,
but I knew she never would.

-Roger.
-You shut your mouth!

When I tackled Acton,
he laughed at me.

Said if
I couldn´t keep her satisfied,

I didn´t deserve to have her.

What else could I do?

I couldn´t leave Tom, and
the house goes with the job.

If we´d all left,
we´d have had nothing.

So...I decided to kill him.

Just like that?

Well, if you got a fox
in the run,

you don´t waste time
sermonizing, do you?

You just get on and do it.

I thought it all out,
went down the office,

took the poacher´s piece
the night before the shoot.

I had it under my jacket
that morning, when I met you.

I waited for the fourth drive
for the best cover.

I put Acton
on the end of the line

where the woods are thickest
and followed him in.

Well, the keeper´s up and down
everywhere, isn´t he?

Part of the job.

And when we were
almost at the guns...

You shot him?

Oh, my God.

I knew no one
could pick out that one shot

when the birds were up, see?

And when he was found at the end
of the drive,

I thought it´d pass
as an accident, an unlucky shot.

It happens.

When I heard about your copper
friend blasting off like that,

I couldn´t believe my luck.

George Acton was vermin,
Inspector.

I´m glad I did it.

And what about
this famous poacher´s gun?

Where´s that?

He claims he dumped it
in the river, sir.

The underwater search team´s
looking for it now.

And his statement
will stand up in court?

I mean, he´s coherent and so on?

Oh, yes, sir.

Icy calm, I´d say.

Well, that lets your Mr. Fisher
off the hook, anyhow.

All right, good work,
both of you.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, and, uh...

you must let me have
that pie recipe for the wife.

Yes, of course, sir.

Ask Fisher to step in
on your way, would you?

Yes, sir.

Sir.

I think the chief constable
would like a word.

There´s something worrying you,
isn´t there, sir?

Well, it´s this gun.

I mean, Hoskins was a man
who really knew about guns.

He must have realized ballistics
would spot the difference

between .410 and 12-bore
ammunition, surely.

And why did he dump it
afterwards?

Why not put it back
in the estate office?

Well, he just killed a man.

You wouldn´t expect his thinking
to be entirely logical.

His confession was very logical.

Still, as long
as the search team find the gun,

I suppose there´s nothing
to worry about.

Tom...

Tom...

It´s all your fault.

You and that bloody copper!

Tom.

-Tom!

-Tom, wait!

Well, you tell me, then.

Why has he been so moody
since it happened?

What?
Guilty conscience, you think?

It´s what´s name -- w-with
some people -- compulsion.

He -- He must´ve seen the money
sitting there and just snapped.

Ooh.
Hello, there!

Henderson.

Gary, outside please.
Now!

- Good night.
- Oh, good night.

Sarge...

...a Mrs. Hoskins for you
on the blower.

It´s urgent, she says.

Gary, if I suspected you
of stealing from me,

do you think for one minute
I´d let you stay on here?

-No, chef.
-No. Absolutely right.

So, come on.
Give it a break.

How can you expect anybody
to forget about your record

if you won´t?

Okay, point taken.

Right, well,
let´s get back to work.

If I ever catch you treating
good food like that again,

you´re fired, understood?

Yes, chef. Understood.

Don´t yell, right?

Right.

Just sit down quiet,
or I´ll blow your head off.

Right.

Yes. Yes.

They´re on their way now, Sarge.

And I want an all points alert
on a maroon Volvo,

registration
Juliet-Bravo-Whiskey-206-Yankee.

Have you got that?
Right.

What are you doing here, Tom?

You put my dad in jail,
and he never done nothin´.

No, T--

No, Tom.

I didn´t put your dad in jail.

He did.

That´s stupid!

He was just trying
to protect you.

That´s why he made up that story
about the scream.

He probably guessed
almost from the start.

What you talkin´ about?!

You shot Mr. Acton,
didn´t you, Tom?

No, I never.

My dad said he was vermin.
Not fit to live, he said.

He didn´t really mean it, Tom.

He was angry and upset.

People say
all sorts of things...

they don´t really mean.

You know,
he didn´t really want you to,

don´t you, Tom?

He says you shouldn´t ever point
a gun at no one.

Well, he´s right.

All I wanted
was to stop the rows.

Yeah, of course you did.

I just wish he´d left us alone.

Yeah.

All right, Tom.

All right.

Lay down your weapon,
Mr. Hoskins!

It´s all right, I´ve got it.

Lie down! Face down!

Arms, legs spread!
Do it!

For heaven´s sake!

It´s all over now.
It´s all over.

I´m getting a bit too old

for all that sort of nonsense,
Cambridge.

Oh, I wouldn´t say that, sir.

Ah...

And thanks for calling
the cavalry, by the way.

Doesn´t seem
as if you actually needed it.

Ah, but I might have done.
That´s the point.

Oh, dear God.
Now what?

Morning.

-Morning, sir.
-Morning, sir.

Give us a moment, will you?

Look here, Crabbe, I...
just want to say, um...

Well, the fact is,
I´m extremely grateful.

Not at all, sir.

Look.

Yes, yes.
Very nice.

And, um, also,
about the other night, Crabbe...

The thing is,

I was...
slightly overwrought, obviously.

And I just
wanted to make it clear

that any, uh, comments
that may or may not

have been passed
about our senior colleagues --

"Flatulent desk jockeys"

is the phrase
that sticks in the mind, sir.

The point is, whatever
I may or may not have said

was strictly confidential,
Crabbe.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

There´s really quite a lot
of money in here.

You´re not paying your chickens
these days, are you, sir?

Good God, Cambridge!
You´re a genius.

I must have dropped it

-when I was --
-Mr. Crabbe!

It´s Margaret.

It´s all right now. It´s all
right. All right, don´t panic.

Here, take this, go out
the side way, and bank it.

But how did you --

We´ve got no time for all that,
Nicola. Just bank it.

Oh, um, be with you
in a minute, sir.

Margaret,
how wonderful to see you!

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