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Is there a problem, Officer?

Would you mind stepping
out of the car, please, sir?

Peter, what´s going on?

It´s all right, darling.

Go back inside.

I´m gonna ask you
to blow into this, please.

You see, Gary, the thing
about garlic mayonnaise

is you´ve got to have garlic
in it.

I´ve put garlic in it!

Well, not enough, obviously.

Now, you mustn´t be afraid
of garlic, Gary.

This is
a garlic-friendly kitchen.

If I put any more garlic
in that,

it´s gonna stand up
and sing the Marseillaise.

Morning, everyone.
Nice day.

-Oh! Garlic!

See?

Oh, right.
Great. Fine.

Why not let Margaret
choose the menus, then?

What´s the special today, then?

Deep-fried Mars bar,
pizza garnish?

Sounds good to me.

Chef.

Oh, what do you want?

Me and Morton wanted a word,
sir.

Unbelievable.

I can´t get five minutes
to myself.

I can´t seem to do
anything right these days.

He is very tetchy.

He´s been like this for weeks.

Maybe it´s that royal visit.

What royal visit?

Oh.
To Barstock Police Station.

Oh, my God. Don´t tell a soul.
It´s supposed to be top secret.

Peter Watson?

Do you know him?

No, it´s just
that Fisher had asked me

to run a certain Peter Watson
through the computer.

Anyway, what happened, then?

Well, the breath test
was negative.

He hadn´t touched a drop
all evening.

Fisher was furious.

You mean Fisher was there?

Yes.

Well, the whole thing
seemed a bit dodgy,

so we thought you ought to know.

Yeah.
Well, you did the right thing.

I´ll have to try and see him
today

and find out
what this is all about.

Give you a lift, sir?

Yeah, no, thanks.
No. You go on ahead.

There´s something
I´ve got to attend to first.

I couldn´t find a decent claret
on the wine list.

So I ordered a Côtes du Rhône.

Rather a departure for us,

but I must say,
I was pleasantly surprised.

Open.

-Say "ahh."
-Ahh.

Thank you.

But can it stand up to duck?

I rather think not.

As for Emma´s
cotelettes d´Agneau,

well, I could have done better
myself at home.

Still, that´s Paris for you
these days, I suppose.

So, the new nasal spray
didn´t do much good?

None whatever.

It´s, what, six weeks

since you lost your sense
of taste and smell?

Six weeks, three days.

That was a bad cold you had.

The nasal passages
were very inflamed.

Also, and I hate to say this,

these things
can diminish with age.

Diminish?

I could taste and smell one day
and not the next.

"Diminished" didn´t come
into it.

Is, uh, everything
all right at home, Henry?

Well, if you really are worried
about this,

there´s a very good ear,
nose, and throat man

at Barstock Hospital
called David Patterson.

I could drop him a line.

Thank you.
I´d appreciate that.

Cheer up, Henry.

Hardly life

H.M. comes through the
main entrance with the mayor.

The mayor introduces her
to the chief constable.

You´ll be introduced third.

Third.

Well, it doesn´t matter

because, look,
when you´ve been introduced,

you go straight through
to the new computer wing,

and then when they arrive
for the unveiling,

you´re right there, behind H.M.,

in case the cord
sticks or something.

I´m backup for the unveiling?

-Yes.
-Oh.

That´s the photo opportunity,
you see.

She pulls the cord.
Bingo.

The chief constable on one side,
H.M. on the other,

you just behind her.

No one else in shot.

And the others?

Over there.
Over by the handicapped loo.

Siberia.

Jenny, there´s something
I´ve been meaning to say to you.

Oh. Sorry.

Yeah, that will all for now.
Thank you, Jenny.

About Morton and Guthrie, sir.

Mm.

Incredible fragrance.

This is an old English variety.

Sensual, yet somehow very...

...English.

Crabbe, if it´s about
the royal visit,

I´ve told you lot what to do --

stay in your office
and try to look busy.

No, this is about
asking Morton and Guthrie

to go around Breathalyzing
members of the public

for no reason.

Watson was speeding, Crabbe.

Not according to Guthrie, sir.

Perhaps I should have
mentioned it to you first.

The thing is, Crabbe,

I´ve received certain
information regarding Watson,

but this information
is...inconclusive.

We must get the full picture
without alerting Watson

or putting my informant at risk.

We, sir?

Watson is a tire wholesaler.

His depot is
just off the ring road.

Find some pretext
to visit there tomorrow.

-Check him out.
-Right.

And what exactly am I
looking for?

Anything and everything, Crabbe.

Use that famous nose of yours.

Ta-da!

That smells fantastic.

Mm. Doesn´t it?

That´ll be me King Edwards.

No. What is it?

Very good, Margaret.

Maybe I´m getting the hang
of this after all.

It´s lamb boulangere.

You slice the potatoes,
add lots of onion and thyme,

season, cover with water,

and stick it in the oven
for a couple of hours.

Get a load of this, Crabbe.

Does this smell good, or what?

I correctly identified the herb.

-That´s right.

She did.

Yeah, well, it looks all right.

Looks all right?

Crabbe.

What do you want?

It´s about this royal visit.

Me mum hasn´t been
too well lately,

but she´s mad about the royals,

and I wondered
whether you could,

well, wangle her a spot
with a good view.

It would cheer her up no end.

Henderson, if you want to carry
on working in this kitchen,

don´t talk about
the royal visit,

don´t talk about your mother.

In fact, don´t talk to me
at all, all right?

The rest of you will have to
manage on your own this evening.

I´m not in the mood for cooking.

What have I done now?

Not in the mood for cooking?

I´ve never heard him
say that before.

Well, I, for one,
have had enough of this.

-Henry.

What?

You know very well what.

I went to the doctor today.

Why

I´ve been to see him
three times this month.

My God, Henry.
What are you trying to tell me?

Do you remember that really bad
cold I had about six weeks ago?

What about it?

Well, ever since then,
I´ve -- I´ve...

I´ve completely lost my sense
of taste and my sense of smell.

-Don´t ever do that to me again.

I thought you were going to tell
me it was something serious.

It is serious.

No, Henry,

compared to what flashed through
my mind 30 seconds ago,

it is not serious!

Went out just like a light.

Poor old thing.

Now I know
why you´ve been so grumpy.

I´m sorry, Margaret.

Well, you should apologize
to Gary.

He´s the one who´s been getting
all the stick.

Well, I´ll do that tomorrow.

I really couldn´t face them
down there just now.

I mean, lamb boulangere
direct from the oven --

It´s one of my desert-island
smells, it is.

Inspector Crabbe?

That´s right.

-Peter Watson.

Your people must have got
their wires crossed.

Oh. Why´s that?

The local
crime-prevention officer

was here a couple of weeks ago.

Ah, no, you see, I´m direct

from force headquarters
at Barstock.

-Ah! The top man.

Well, I must say,
it´s very reassuring.

Tell me, what´s Ploughshare?

It´s the charity.

They´re buying a lot of tires
from us at the moment.

Ah.
And where are all these going?

Harwich, Rotterdam,
and Dar es Salaam.

The Third World, Inspector --
That´s where they´re going.

And good luck to them.

Right.

I see my better half
approaching.

Some sort of domestic crisis,
no doubt.

Hello, darling.

This is Inspector Crabbe,
come to check up on us.

My wife, Valerie.

-Pleased to meet you, Inspector.

Excuse us for a moment,
would you?

-Sure.
-Thank you.

Thank you for your help.

Who is it now?

It keeps sticking.

You´re yanking.

A gentle tug should suffice.

She won´t want to yank,
will she?

-Sir.

I´m backup for the unveiling,
Crabbe.

Congratulations, sir.

Um, I´ve just been
to Peter Watson´s tire depot.

Not here, Crabbe.
We´ll go to my office.

A gentle tug.

Well?

Well, Watson, sir.

He runs a firm
called International Tyres

for the north Barstock
industrial estate,

and they specialize

in industrial
and agricultural tires.

I know all about that, Crabbe.
Tell me about Watson.

Well, what about him, sir?

What did you make of him
as a man?

As a man?

Yes, Crabbe.
As a man.

Well, I don´t know.

I mean, I only spoke to him
for half an hour at the most.

Would you say he was a kind man?

I really couldn´t say, sir.

It would be so much easier if
you tell me what you´re after.

The full picture, Crabbe.

That´s what I´m after.

Margaret got much on
at the moment?

Margaret?

Your wife, Crabbe.

I want her to do a job for me.

What sort of a job?

An accountancy job.
What do you think?

I need a civilian I can trust.

We´ll pay her
out of the P.D.S. budget.

Don´t you think you ought to
tell me what this is all about?

Are you happy, Crabbe?

No, sir.

I mean in general.

So do I.

Life is there to be lived,
Crabbe.

So they say.

Talk to Margaret.

That´ll be all.

Fisher wants me to do what?

He wants to hire
your amazing accountancy skills.

Good-oh.

Good

Yes.
We could do with the money.

If I´m going to be working
for the Old Bill,

I´m going to charge top whack,
make up for your measly salary.

-Hm.

You know, Fisher´s behaving
quite strangely these days.

Don´t you worry.
I can handle Freddy.

Hm. Hm.

But he had to have six stitches.

-You´re joking.
-I´m not joking.

-Oh, no.

Here he is, the man himself!

Philip,
what a pleasant surprise.

How are things?

I´ve just been telling Gary.
Things are looking up.

We´ve been doing an extra 30
or 40 covers a week this month.

How about you?

Well, we´ve been struggling
along, haven´t we, Gary?

Yeah, just about.

Listen, Henry, the reason I´m
here is the Eagle has landed.

I´m sorry?

I´ve tracked down a bottle
of Château Oliver, ´61!

Oh, now, Philip, really,
you shouldn´t have bothered.

Come on. After the Sauternes
you produced on my birthday?

I still dream about that wine.

Well, you see, the thing is,
Philip, I´ve got a problem.

No ifs or buts, Henry.

Look, come to my place
early Thursday evening,

before we get busy, okay?

Well, um...

Excellent.
I´ll see you then.

Bye, Gary.
Oh, and remember what I said.

Yeah, will do.

Ciao, Henry.

Um, bye-bye, Philip.

So, what did Philip
have to say for himself, then?

Oh, nothing.

We were just chatting.

Well, actually,
I was asking his advice.

Oh, yes.

Well, the thing is, Chef, I´m
not gonna stay forever, am I?

I have to think
about the future.

´Course you do.

So I was just asking Philip,
if I was looking for a job,

which I´m not, what sort of
thing I should go for?

That´s all.

Look, Gary, I know
I´ve been very difficult

to work with lately,
but there is a reason.

It´s not that, Chef.

I´m very happy here.

it´s just, you know,
one of these days...

Yeah, one of these days,
you´re gonna get another job,

and you´re gonna be very good
at it.

Why?
Because you´re a terrific chef.

So don´t worry.

I know you won´t be here
forever.

This is Mr. Highbury
from Buckingham Palace.

He´s in charge
of the arrangements,

so give him
all the cooperation he needs.

This isn´t bad, I suppose.

Everyone´s very
excited about this great honor,

so I want all officers
to behave accordingly.

Have you got that, uh...

D.I. Crabbe, sir.
Yes.

Good.

Carry on.

These two look possible.

Mr. Highbury is looking for
suitable officers to meet H.M.

Names?

P.C. Jane Morton.

P.C. Ed Guthrie.

This one looks depressed.

No. Serious.

He´s a serious young man
with a serious job.

No, he´s right.
I am depressed.

Fresh young faces
of today´s police force.

Perfect.

I´ll make sure you both

get a lovely photo
to show your parents.

Don´t bother.
Mine are Republicans.

Don´t answer back, Guthrie.
Just do as you´re told.

Thank you.

P.D.S.

Yes, sir.

Fisher.
He´s got a job for us.

Perfect.

It might be wheat.

Maybe you should try
cutting out bread, sir.

Could be stress-related.

You could try aromatherapy.

Aromatherapy?

He can´t smell anything, can he?

Or meditation.

Meditation. Yes.
What a good idea.

Why don´t you both shut up
while I try that?

Lorry coming out of the depot,
sir.

That´s a Ploughshares container.

Follow that lorry, Guthrie.

International Tyres.

I know this place.

I´ve driven past it.

Well, there´s not much we can do

except make a check
at Companies House.

That might be instructive,
mightn´t it?

The rogues don´t disclose much.

And I assume this Watson person
is a rogue

if you´re checking up on him.

I don´t like the word "rogue."

Rogues are likeable.
Rogues are amusing.

Peter Watson is neither.

Sorry. I´ll choose my words
more carefully in future.

Are you happy, Margaret?

Generally speaking, yes.

And you settle for that,
would you?

Well, it´s all you can hope for,
isn´t it?

Being deliriously happy all the
time would be pretty exhausting.

What exactly are we supposed to
be doing, sir?

I wish I could tell you,
Guthrie.

There´s always acupuncture,
of course.

Henry Crabbe, please.

You see, your
taste buds are pretty crude.

They only respond
to four basic flavors --

sweet, sour, salt, and bitter.

It´s the olfactory nerves

that allow us to enjoy the more
subtle and refined flavors.

I´m going to pass a bottle of
smelling salts under your nose.

If you could inhale
through the nose as I do so...

Anything?

No.

The tissue in your nasal
passages seems fine,

for what it´s worth.

For what it´s worth?

The receptor cells
are tiny and very vulnerable.

The cold you had
may well have damaged them.

Tell me, did you get
a bang on the head

at the time of the loss?

No, I don´t think --
Oh, wait a minute. Yes, I did.

Yes. I caught the back
of my head on a heavy stockpot

hanging up in the kitchen.

Why?

A blow to the head
can cause anosmia.

The filaments from the olfactory
nerves are very fine.

They´re easily sheared.

Oh, right.
Right.

So, um -- So, how long
will it take them to mend?

I´m afraid they don´t.

What -- Do you mean
this may be permanent?

Oh, it´s very unlikely
in your case.

Nonetheless, there´s a colleague
of mine I´d like you to meet --

nice chap called Franks.

He´s a neurologist.

A neurologist?

You mean this is something to do
with my brain?

Good heavens.
Almost certainly not.

No, this is just for the sake
of interest, you know.

Ah.

Fine.

The first time you speak to her,

you call her "Your Majesty."

But after that,
you just say "ma´am."

Ma´am.

She may shake hands.

But apart from that, don´t
attempt any physical contact.

You´re kidding, aren´t you?

I´m pretty sure this is
Peter Watson´s wife, Valerie.

Find out what you can about
a charity called Ploughshare

and what she does for it.

Sir.

Talking of Peter Watson, sir...

Yeah, what about him?

Well, actually
it´s a bit awkward, sir.

Go on.

Fisher has been parked
up outside the Watsons´ house

every night this week.

And the word is,
if it goes on for much longer,

someone in traffic is gonna tell
the chief constable about it.

Oh.

Okay.

-Ah, there you are, Henry.
-Philip.

Good to see you.

-Sit yourself down here.
-Right.

I´m excited, aren´t you?

Here´s the bottle.
I decanted it two hours ago.

I think this is gonna be
absolutely bloody marvelous.

don´t you?

You don´t want to eat anything
with it, do you?

No, no, no, no, no.
Let´s not sully the experience.

I say, we can have something
afterwards, eh?

Um, Philip, there´s something
I wanted to say.

Ah. Yes.

Uh, about Gary, I suppose.

Gary?

I haven´t actually offered him
a job yet, Henry.

Offer Gary a job?

Well, we had a chat,

and Gary said that he´d probably
move on one of these days.

So I asked him to give me a ring
anytime he wanted to talk.

Good God, Henry.

I wouldn´t poach your staff
behind your back.

No, no, no, no, no.

I mean, it´s a big kitchen,
a classic cuisine.

It would do him
the world of good.

Well, nothing will happen
without your blessing, Henry.

Okay.
Now, shall we?

Oh, yes.
Wonderful color.

A Turner sunset, I think.

God, look at the legs on that!

Ready for a noseful, Henry?

Oh, yes.
A big, big wine.

Philip, I just wanted --

Hell! Punters.

He´ll just have to wait.

Well, here goes, Henry.

À bas la Bourgoisie!

Mmm.

Mmm! Mmm.

Very rich fruit, very plummy.

I´m getting, um, black currants.

Mmm.

Henry, what´s the matter?

Philip, I´ve completely lost
my sense of smell and taste.

It´s all gone.

You can´t taste anything?

Good God, Henry.
This is serious.

I´m sorry.
I have to go.

Please, Freddy.
You must be patient.

I´m sorry, Val,
but I´m finding it very hard.

Not now!

You do believe me, though,
don´t you?

You don´t think
it´s some sort of silly fantasy?

Of course I believe you,
but I need more information.

I need to know when.
I need to know where.

I know, Freddy.
I´m trying.

It´s just that,
well, he gets so suspicious.

I have to be careful,
not just for the charity´s sake,

but for our sake, as well.

I´ll get him, darling.

I promise you that.

And then we can start
our new life together.

Now, then, shall we order?

I´m sorry.
I haven´t got time to eat.

We´re having a dinner party
this evening.

I´ll bet Fisher´s
had you checking out

Peter Watson
and International Tyres.

How did you guess?

Well, he seems to be interested
in nothing else these days,

and I think I know why.

-Mm.

It´s why I left Philip´s early
today, because Fisher was there.

He was having dinner with
Peter Watson´s wife, Valerie.

So?

Well, they appear to be close.

When I say "close," he was
practically sitting in her lap.

Freddy Fisher´s
having an affair?

Mm. Think so.

He certainly seems to be having
a personal vendetta

-against Peter Watson.

Well, I mean he´s had me
snooping ´round the premises.

He´s had Morton and Guthrie

do a Breathalyzer on him,
for God´s sake.

And now he´s got you
ferreting around the accounts.

Well, presumably Watson´s
some sort of suspect.

Uh, maybe.

What did you come up with,
anyway?

Not much.

The business is divided
into lots of small companies.

It´s hard to keep track.

Is there any mention
of a charity called Ploughshare?

Yes.

Watson´s done
quite a bit of business

with Ploughshare recently.

Why?

Well, Watson´s wife
works for them.

Freddy Fisher
must be out of his mind

taking her to dinner
in Barstock.

He´s bound to end up
in serious trouble.

What do you care?

Well, I´ve had my ups and downs
with Mr. Fisher.

Ups and downs?

You´d be retired
on a full pension now

if it wasn´t for Freddy Fisher.

Mmm.

Ah, evening, Chef.

Hello, Gary.

This celery soup´s
getting there.

Here. Have a taste.

-Sorry.
-It´s okay.

Listen, just for this evening,

you´re the chef,
I´m the sous-chef.

What can I do for you?

Well, you could prepare
the vegetables.

Henderson brought some parsnips
and carrots over.

I thought I -- we would do roast
parsnips and carrots Vichy.

Sounds good.

You know, you´re really wasted
here, aren´t you, Gary?

I love it here.
You know that.

Yeah, um, I was talking
to Philip earlier today.

He asked me
if he could offer you a job.

He wants to offer me a job?

Mm.

Well, I wouldn´t be interested,
Chef.

Well, it´s a proper brigade
he´s got.

You know, pastry chef, saucier,
larder chef, you name it.

It´s French cuisine.

No pie and mash on his menu.

Like I said, Chef,
I´m not interested.

Okay.

But if you did want to look
into it, I don´t mind, okay?

Pie in the Sky.

Yep, he´s here.

Okay.
I´ll tell him.

Message from Jane Morton.

"Fisher´s at it,"
whatever that means.

Perfect.

I´m sorry.
I´ll have to go.

- I can see you now.
- I haven´t got long.

He won´t let me
out of his sight.

He´s going away tomorrow
for two nights.

Where?

I don´t know.

There must be a way
of finding out.

We´ve already had a row because
I´ve asked too many questions.

They´re having a dinner party.

Oh? I thought Mrs. Watson had
dinner at Philip´s restaurant.

You shouldn´t listen
to tittle-tattle, Crabbe.

I was there, sir.

If I want to have dinner with an
old friend, that´s my business.

Oh, yes.

An old friend whose husband

just happens to be the target of
some half-baked investigation.

I will not have you
shouting the odds at me, Crabbe.

I´m not shouting the odds
at you.

I´m trying to warn you,
you fool!

We´ve known each other
for a long time, Crabbe.

That´s why I´m going to overlook
that remark.

-People are leaving.

May I?

Thank you.

Oh, I think I recognize
that man next to Watson.

Who is he?

He works
for Southern Freight Forwarding.

You know, where the Ploughshare
tires were delivered.

Watson´s at it.

You knew it when you went to see
him, didn´t you, Crabbe?

The famous Crabbe nose, eh?

Look, sir, if traffic spot
this car here once more,

the chief constable
is gonna hear about it.

So can we please
get out of here?

Soon after I first met Val --
Mrs. Watson --

she told me about the charity
she worked for

and the problems
they were having.

What problems?

A lot of Ploughshare aid
wasn´t getting through.

Over half the tires,
for example.

Naturally, people assume
it´s the other end.

It´s the rebels. It´s the army.
You name it.

But Mrs. Watson
thought differently.

Yeah.

She began to suspect the tires

weren´t leaving the country
in the first place.

Someone was stealing them
this end, you mean?

Her husband, to be precise.

Is she sure?

Yes.

But she´s frightened of him.

He´s got a lot of friends.

She didn´t think
anyone would believe her.

Until she met you.

That´s right.

Okay, so, the tires

are sealed in containers
at the depot.

Then they´re driven
to Southern Freight Forwarding

and then put onto the ship.

Now, we know security
at the docks

is far too tight for Watson

to interfere
with the containers there.

One way would be
if Watson was bunging someone

at Southern Freight.

The man you recognized
this evening, Crabbe.

Oh.

Every so often, Watson
disappears for a few days.

He never gives Val any warning,

but she´s found out
he´s going away tomorrow.

Do you think I could follow this
up with Morton and Guthrie, sir?

They want to do
some proper police work.

I ask you as a favor.

Of course.

I appreciate your support.

She´s not coming back, you know.

She?

My wife.

She´s staying in California.

We´re getting a divorce.

It´s not such a problem
career-wise these days.

That´s very sad, Freddy.

Oh, I don´t think so.

Time for a fresh start
and so on.

Anyway, it´s good to be
among friends

at such a difficult time.

Good night, Margaret.

Bye.

Bye, Henry.

Good night.

Well, what do you make of that?

Did I catch a glimpse
of a human being just then?

When uptight men
like Freddy Fisher fall,

they fall hard.

Right.
When I say do something, do it!

Right. You hear?!

Don´t go and do something else!

Do it immediately!

Do you hear me?!

Am I getting through to you?!

Right.
Get on with it!

The deliveryman
should have been here by now.

Gary! Welcome.

This way.

Tell him if we can´t have
it in the next half an hour,

we´ll go through
a different supplier.

Here we are.

How are you

Oh, I´m not bad.
Thanks, Philip.

Good.

No.
Not for me, thanks.

-Yeah, I don´t drink.

Well, neither do I,
but this is wine, man.

Wine doesn´t count.

-Yeah. No, I´m fine.

Sure about this?

Right.

Right.

The first thing I want to say,
Gary,

is that my kitchen
is not a democracy.

I´m the boss.

Everything is done
exactly as I want.

If it isn´t, there´s trouble.
Right?

Right.

For example,
I can see someone out there

making a complete hash
of boning a chicken.

Now, when you´ve gone

I shall kick his backside
very, very hard indeed.

And then I shall kick it again,
even harder.

But I don´t need to tell you
all this, do I, Gary?

You´re a professional,
for God´s sake.

What do you reckon, sir?

We might as well get on with it,
I suppose.

You know,
we´re all gonna look very silly

if Fisher´s wrong about this.

Your capacity for stating
the obvious, Guthrie,

is breathtaking.

Thank you, sir.

Carry on.

Police, Mr. Watson.

May we have a word inside?

Go on!
Get him!

Come on.

Charity begins at home,
eh, Mr. Watson?

This is outrageous!

All right, calm down, sir.

I recognize you.
And you.

You Breathalyzed me
outside my own house.

Inspector Crabbe,
this is harassment.

I haven´t done anything wrong.

That´s enough.

Sir?

Mr. Watson is coming with us.

All right, Guthrie.
Let him go.

How dare you treat me like this?

Sir?

Not now, Crabbe.

Remember what you said
last night?

What do you think this is --
the Boy Scouts?

Go home, Crabbe.

Good job, Fisher.

Very good job.

Thank you, sir.

Can I mention something to you
in total confidence?

Of course, sir.

I´ll be retiring
at the end of the year.

Surely not, sir.

Yes, time for me to move aside,

let the younger generation
have their turn.

What I wanted to say was,
if you should apply for the job,

you´ll be regarded
as a very good candidate.

A very good candidate, indeed.

Thank you, sir.

There´s one cloud
on the horizon.

Peter Watson´s solicitor
is going to make a complaint

about certain officers
Breathalyzing his client

without due cause.

See this doesn´t spoil things,
will you?

Certainly, sir.

You´ll want to come out of this
smelling of roses, Fisher.

Right, sir.

May I say how very disappointed
I was by last night?

You can say, it, Crabbe,
but it won´t do any good.

There´s something more important
to discuss.

Peter Watson
is making a complaint

about some Breathalyzing
incident.

I´m sorry.
I´m not with you.

We don´t want the case
against Watson compromised

because you allowed
Morton and Guthrie

to overstep the mark, do we?

I don´t believe this.
You´re putting that down to me.

Nothing serious will come of it,
Crabbe.

Slap-on-the-wrist time.

Oh, yes.

And I wonder what
the Police Complaints Authority

will make of your relationship
with Mrs. Watson.

Mrs. Watson...

Mrs. Watson is relocating
to Africa after the trial.

Henceforth, she´s devoting
herself to Ploughshare.

Well, well.

She really used you, didn´t she?

I used her, Crabbe.

-That´s all.

Time to be getting in position.

You look nice.

Thank you.

By the way, congratulations
about last night.

Thank you.

I´m working
on the press conference.

The charity angle is promising.

You know,
the real victims of this crime

are starving children in the
Third World, blah, blah, blah.

Excellent.

Excellent.

Perhaps we should discuss this
over a drink sometime.

That would be lovely.

What the hell are you
doing here, Crabbe?

I´ve just come to tell you
I´m off.

What?

Get away, man!

Her car´s
just ´round the corner!

I´ve had enough, you see.

I´ll have you removed, Crabbe.

Don´t bother.
I´m going anyway.

I just thought
I´d do you the courtesy

of letting you know
where you can shove your job.

Sir!

Yes?

Sir.

Yes?

Are you all right, sir?

Yes. Why?

Someone said you had
a set-to with Fisher.

No, I wouldn´t say that.

I-I was just, uh...

Just what?

You´re wearing
a different perfume today.

It´s Givenchy.
I usually wear Chanel.

-I can smell your perfume.

I can smell exhaust fumes.

I can smell the canteen.

I can smell the lemon.

Hello.
Pie in the Sky.

Hello, Philip.

Yes, I have made a decision
about the job.

Watch.

Uh-oh.

Oh, wonderful!

There we go.

Smells delicious.

Now...

Let´s see.

Mmm.

-Steak...
-Yeah.

...kidney, onions,
mushrooms, red wine,

Worcester sauce, bay.

And there´s something else,
isn´t there?

Thyme.

Back on top form, Chef.

-Yeah!
-Yes!

I´d like to propose a toast.

To taste and smell.

To taste and smell.

Cheers.

By the way, Chef,
about the job with Philip...

...it isn´t gonna work out.

-Yeah.

Turns out
it´s not my sort of place.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Well done, Henderson.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Cheers, Margaret.

Cheers, Henry.

Did I mention...

I packed in the job today?

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