All language subtitles for 3 - Driven To Distraction

? COLE PORTER: You Do Something To Me

? You do something to me

? Something that simply mystifies me

? Tell me... (Tape stops)

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? Why should it be...

What's going on?

Nothing. lt's just traffic.

No, there must be something up ahead.
We'd better take a look.

You mean, turn on the siren?

Good idea.

Sir, l can't just... lt's antisocial to...

You always do this!

The garage will have closed.
l won't have my car for the weekend.

? ..you do so well... (Tape gets chewed up)

Why aren't we moving?

(Morse honks horn)

(Engine is revved up)

? COLE PORTER: Why Can't You Behave?

? ..all the things you told me

? And the promises that you gave

? Oh, why can't you behave?

(Music off)

lt's too late, Mr Morse.
Please come back on Monday.

Come on, George.

Oh, please, no.

George here is a magician, Sergeant.

He can take seven cars and turn them
into a single one before your very eyes.

Not necessarily his own cars, of course.

Lovely. Mind you, in my opinion,
it's good money after bad,

because the whoIe eIectrics is up the spout
for a kick-off.

What do you mean?
This car's pre-electrics. That's why l love it.

l don't hold with electrics.

Just don't say l never told you.

Oi. This is yours.

Jackie?

Jackie?

Jackie, Iet us in. It's me.
I'm such a twit. I've Ieft my keys upstairs.

Did you know
you've got a bomb site outside your door?

Jackie, teII that Tim to get off you and Iet me in.

I can see you.

WeII, I can't, reaIIy. But come on. Hurry up.

(On tape) ? ..something to me

? Something that simply

? Mystifies me

(Turns volume down)

? Tell me

? Why should it be...

Hi. lt's me.

No, l'm at the office. l'm just leaving.
Want me to pick up an lndian?

No, l cancelled.

l cancelled.

Don't believe me, then.

(Morse honks horn)

lt's a repeat of the Maureen Thompson murder,
sir. Carbon copy.

Brown tape, knife wounds.

We've set up an incident room
in the downstairs flat, which is empty, sir.

We've got Telecom on the way.

The victim's upstairs. Lives alone.
Owns her own flat. Same pattern.

Do you want to see her first?

l can't wait.

Sir, the boyfriend's up there. Sergeant Lewis is...

Speak to yourself.

And get rid of the press. A statement tomorrow.

And I want a fax machine in the incident room.

Get all the stuff on the Thompson case,

incIuding the PoIaroids. And get me a coffee.

And don't use powdered milk. Right?

Right down there, sir. Second door.

(Police radios)

All right.
Get one from over there, coming this way.

- Where's Lewis?
- ln the kitchen with the neighbour.

- She aIerted us.
- Any weapon?

Nothing. No prints. Nothing.

Clear it all up, will you?

- There's a hitch with the pathologist, that's all.
- That's all what?

Well, apparently,
they've got an AGM, or something.

A pathologists' AGM?!

Yeah, apparently, sir.

What would you call a group of pathologists?

Sir?

You know, Iike a pride of Iions,
a murder of ravens,

a lamentation of...whatever it is.

Swans.

Swans?

''Swans of pathologists''?

Sir, ''a lamentation of swans''.

Oh, right.

Well, cover her up. Come on.

Use a... Use something.

''A body of pathologists''!

(Laughter)

MAN: l think it's obscene, for God's sake!

Oh, for God's sake...

LEWlS: What's going on in here?

Oh, heIIo, sir. Sorry...

You'd better find out whoever did this.

You'd just better find whoever did it before l do.

Stand around telling each other jokes!

She was having my baby.

Have you got any jokes about that one?

(Crying)

Can somebody do something, please?
Calm him down, or take him somewhere.

Come on, sir.
Let's get you sat down in the other room.

Can you teII the Chief I've got the mother here?
And I need to know: does he take sugar?

(Sighs)

HeIIo?

Is anyone hearing this?

Yoo-hoo.

l have to...pick up my kids. l'm late.

l have them at the weekend.

Right. How come you were here?

Angie called me. Jackie's neighbour.

But you don't live here?

No, l...l don't live here.

You were coming for a meal tonight?

No.

She was going away for the weekend.

The baby erm... When was it due?

(Gasps)

Sorry.

She er...

(Crying)

She found out about three days ago.

lt er...wasn't a joke.

Not that it makes any difference, but l...

You...you have to find a way
to deal with these things. That's all.

l'm sorry.

Smoke?

No.

(Doorbell)

(Knocking)

(Crying) Oh, Daddy! l'm sorry.

(Speaks Cantonese)

lt's just that... No, no.

Tell me. Tell me.

On the news...
On the news, they said a girl's been killed,

and it all starts up again, and l can't...be alone.

l can't! l can't!

MORSE: OK. What do we know?

Apart from Dearden can't remember to buy milk.

(Chuckling)

- Similarities? Differences?
- SimiIarities: singIe women.

- Young. Live alone.
- Car drivers.

- And?
- Worked in town.

- White.
- ReIigion?

- Nothing.
- Schools?

- Different schools.
- Doctors?

No.

- What about banks?
- Same-letter surname.

- Come again?
- Thorn. Thompson.

Well, what does that tell us?
They're both in the phone book? Well, look.

Perhaps our man
is thumbing through the directory.

What about night classes?

- Clubs. Do we know about clubs?
- Are they musical?

Were they triangles one and three
in the youth orchestra?

Perhaps our man is triangle two.
That's for you, Rendell.

Not in the book.

Differences?

First murder not sexual.

Not consummated.

LEWlS: Different day of the week.

Different location.

Maureen Thompson lived in a house.
Jackie Thorn lived in a flat.

- Different colouring.
- Different cars.

Maureen Thompson's car was new.

Perhaps we should be looking at this
in a different way.

Such as?

Well, we think the primary connection
between these two women

is that they were killed by the same man.

- Perhaps he is what they have in common.
- l don't follow.

Maureen Thompson worked in the Town
Planning Department. Jackie Thorn was a nurse.

I don't know. Perhaps we shouId be checking

if a man made a planning application,
then broke his leg building his conservatory.

(Laughter)

- Why don't you look into that, Sergeant?
- OK.

Do we all know Sergeant Maitland?
She's with us on attachment from ClD training,

so, if any of you feeI Iike a Iecture...

Sergeant Maitland is an expert
on crimes against women.

Do you have anything to say, Sergeant?

ln public?

Sure.

- Hello.
ALL: Morning.

l'd like to suggest some ways
of identifying this man.

He's probably self-employed,

or not empIoyed, because he can be in pIace

at the end of regular office hours.

What does it tell us that there was a gap
of 27 days between the two murders?

Perhaps he's a sales rep,

and the murders coincide
with his visits to Oxford.

But there again,
we've had no similar attacks elsewhere,

so it would be odd if he didn't live here,
but only killed here.

Though...not impossible.

- l'm not clear if he knew the women.
- Nor am l.

He might have just sat in his car
and waited for them to pass by.

Or he might go to ItaIian cIasses with them.

He certainly either knew them,

or has enough charm to get past their front doors
without too much of a commotion.

Perhaps he installs telephones,
or those video-entry things,

or repairs washing machines...

MAlTLAND:
WeII, whatever. But for some reason,

both these women let this man into their homes...

..and because of it, they died.

ANGlE: They're both very well illustrated,
but it depends...

which...one you prefer.

CUSTOMER: I think I'II go for that one.

Yeah. OK.

Hello.

Hello, Jeremy.

l was...passing.

l just wanted to say...you know...it's terrible.

lt's terrible about er...Jackie.

Yeah.

You must be devastated.

l am.

How did you know l worked here?

Jackie must have mentioned it.

Oh. Anyway...

Er...what time do you close, Angie?

Oh, l've got an evening class.

l just wanted a little chat, a little er...

Just a little chat.

- As l said, l have an evening class.
- l could take you in the car.

- We could talk on the way.
- No, l don't think so.

l think we should.

l think it's... What's the expression?
lt's to our mutual benefit.

l'll wait. l'll...browse. l'm in no hurry.

Oh, there you are, you see.

Candida.
Something l've always wanted to know about.

MAlTLAND: I'm the kiIIer.

I wait in my car at the end of a working day
in a buiIt-up area.

I'm Iooking for a young, singIe woman,
driving aIone in a smaIIish vehicIe.

When l find her, l follow her.

lt gives you the willies,
to think some chap's actually doing this.

How do you know she's single?

You can make a pretty shrewd guess

about how somebody Iives
from how much they buy.

You'd know l lived alone from my shopping.

That's true of you, as well, isn't it?

I mean,
you buy aII those dinners for one, and stuff.

Mmm.

MAlTLAND: So, I wouIdn't foIIow her.

Well, that's just good taste.

And that's just sexist.

OK. l wouldn't want to make the connection

between sexism and good taste,
but...fair enough.

Keep on buying the meals for one...

sir.

What's your excuse, Sergeant?

LEWlS: Here's one.

MAlTLAND: Looks promising.

(Starts engine)

l'm still not sure
what this is supposed to achieve.

LEWlS: I think we're finding out
how easy it is to attack singIe women.

(Car horn)

Hop in.

Nice outfit.

So, where to?

lt's just... Honestly, it's really not far.
l can get a bus.

Don't you need books for an evening class?

No.

- Well, what's the course?
- ltalian.

� vero?

l thought you were going to say ''gardening''.

l haven't got a garden.

No, but you like growing plants, don't you?

Yeah.

What do you mean?

l can never remember the Latin name
for these things. You know - pot plants.

Pot plants.

Oh, come on!

l expect you've had to hide them under the bed,
with all these bobbies snooping about.

l'll tell you what's on my mind.

l mean, obviously, there's nothing l like better
than to take a sexy girl for a ride...

Oh, give me a break!

lt's a question l'm always asking myself.

Why is it that you ladies wear these tiny skirts,
which, by no stretch of the imagination,

l mean, no stretch, you could call prim,
could you, really?

And yet, when a chap notices,
you get all aggravated.

lt's a mystery to me.

l think it's my business what clothes l wear.

Of course it is. Of course it is.
Get to the point, Jeremy.

lt just struck me that you and l
have these little...secrets about each other.

Your smoking habits,
and my friendship with poor Jackie.

l won't say anything.

Terrific.

l'll tell you what.
A girl like you shouldn't have to rely on buses.

Come and see me, and we'll fix you up
with a special deal on a little car. Hm?

l don't think so.

Well, if you change your mind...any time...

l'll tell you what.
l'm a little late, so l'm going to drop you off.

Why don't you get a taxi the rest of the way?

No, thanks.

Suit yourself.

Ci vediamo.

''Curiouser and curiouser,''

said AIice.

- Evening, sir.
- Who was that ahead?

Computer officer, sir. Cathy. Night shift.

ls she married?

Oh, yes. Husband's on the Force.

l think l'll get out here, Lewis.

l'll see you in the morning at the incident room.

Good night, Sergeant Maitland.
Thanks for the ride.

Will we see you tomorrow,
or are you teaching?

Yes, l can be there, if you want me.

Don't ask me. Ask Sergeant Lewis.

He asked you up here.

What's his problem?

- Angie...
- Oh, God!

- Oh, God!
- l didn't mean to startle you.

Oh, God, Tim! Don't ever do that.

l'm sorry. Of course. l didn't think.

l had to catch you before you got to the house.
lt's crawling with police.

Listen. Er...

Can...can we go somewhere?

l need to talk to you.

ANGlE: I'm not staying there, Tim. I can't.

I'm going to go over to a girIfriend's pIace.

I can't sIeep.

I'm terrified.

The colours have run. Sod it.

You shouldn't put the whites in
with the other stuff.

Oh, sod it!

I can't even wash my own knickers.

They made me do a blood test.

The police. Why do you think that was?

l don't know.

Do you think l'm a suspect?

l expect they'll test all the men who knew her.

What do you mean, ''all the men''?
How many men are there?

- l didn't mean that. You know what l mean.
- l don't. Was she seeing anybody else?

l was just her neighbour, Tim.

Why did she have all this shopping?

She was supposed to be going away
for the weekend, to see Lorna...thing.

l rang Lorna, and you could tell she was bluffing.

Did you see anybody eIse,

before it happened?

No. No, l didn't, truly.

How did...how did this guy get into her flat,
if she didn't know him?

You know how carefuI she was.

l don't know.

l don't know.

? Why can't you behave?

? Oh, why can't you behave?

? After all the things you told me

? And the promises that you gave

? Oh, why can't you behave?

? Why can't you be good?

? BACH: Cello Suite

Sir?

Shhh.

(Music finishes)

What's the problem?

Nothing. Just a social visit.

We were just getting some air.

Can wejoin you?

Mmm.

So...any progress?

No.

We can't turn up a thing.

lf they'd sat on the same bus together,
we'd know it by now.

What about you? Anything interesting?

Not really.

Sad, isn't it?

All the domestic things become ridiculous
when someone dies.

She'd just paid her gas bill.

Telephone bill. Had her car serviced.

Still had the seat...the er...plastic sheet...

over the seat.

l had a friend who died.

He'd been ill for ages,

and he was worried that erm...

..that his car battery would go flat.

Every Friday, I used to go round...

..and drive the car round the block
for 20 minutes...

to keep it...

And then he died.

Haven't driven the car in a year.

That's something l noticed
these women did have in common.

Both kept their cars reaIIy weII Iooked after.

l think there are things growing
and crawling about in mine.

MORSE:
They weren't the same make, were they?

- No. Maureen Thompson's was new.
- What did she drive before?

l can find out.

Go on, then.

Right.

Oh. Right.

The worst thing is,
while we chase our tails, while we...

..he's out there somewhere,
and he's going to do it again.

That's right.

Can we listen to the other side?

What, the Bach?

? BACH: Cello Suite

l love this music.

lt's wonderful.

Listen. Er...

l'm sorry if l was...

Shh.

Sir, Maureen Thompson
traded in a Metro three months ago.

Originally purchased from Boynton's garage.
That's Boynton's garage.

Well, let's go. Here.

(Switches music off)

Ah!

I knew I knew this pIace. See over there?

That's where Val...er...Mrs Lewis, my wife...

That's where she learned to drive.

You know, she failed her test five times.
Just couldn't do it.

Anyway,
three weeks here with the top man...

Great bloke. What was his name?
Oh, it'll come back to me.

She sailed through.
Mind, that was a few years ago now.

She drives better than me.

When you've finished
The Life And Times Of Sergeant Lewis...

Sorry, sir.

What was his name?

Tip of my tongue.

You're sitting in the best luxury convertible
on the road.

Very nice.

Beautiful.
lt's not a salesman's chat-up, by the way.

l can't get enough of them to sell, Mr...

Morse.

ls that your Mark 2 outside, Mr Morse?

Yeah.

Lovely car. lt's a real motorcar.

Very real.

No, she's lovely.

She's a little bit in need of love and attention,
if you don't mind my saying so, but lovely.

I teII you what, Mr Morse.

Why don't you hop out? l'll put this on the road,
and you can have a little spin.

l think l could do something very special
in a part ex for you.

As it happens,

l collect old examples of the Jaguar motorcar.

l've got a D-type, two E-types,
one with nine miles on the clock, genuine.

A B-type, which is very rare...

You'll soon have the whole alphabet.

Are you looking seriously, Mr Morse,
or just whiling away your lunch break?

No, l'm very serious,

and it's Chief Inspector Morse.

Mr erm...?

Boynton.

l wish you'd said.

Makes me look a bit foolish.

Yeah.

So, how can l help you?

Does the name Jackie Thorn
mean anything to you?

No. Erm...Jackie Thorn?

No.

Maureen Thompson?

No. l have to say, it was only seeing your car
that drew me out of my office.

l don't normally deal directly with the...customers.

Right. Right. And well guessed.
Yes, they were customers of yours.

Has there been a problem, can l ask?
Some kind of accident?

You mean with one of your cars? No, no.

Er...they're both murder victims,

Mr Boynton.

They're both dead, and er...do you know,

we couldn't find a single thing
they had in common.

And then we found you.

They're going.

Did they get what they wanted?

l don't think they knew what they wanted.
A bit of a wild-goose chase, in my view.

That's the impression l got.

I remember the Thorn girI.

You must remember her.
Very tasty, actually. Legs up to her knickers.

But I'II teII you what's creepy.
I made a bit of a pIay for her.

Er...just casuaI, Iike you do.

And now she's dead.

That's creepy, isn't it?

So, you know the chap who runs that place?

LEWlS: I used to.

Well, you heard me say about Val.

But we sent some joyriders up here,
as well, at one time,

to get it out of their systems,
let them drive around a bit.

They've got a track and a skidpan, and so on.

Why don't we walk round and say hello?

What, now?

Yes, now.

- Any particuIar reason?
- No.

Well, we can drive in. They've got a big car park.

No, we'll leave the car here,
and let Mr Boynton have a good look at it.

BOYNTON: Now what?

Looks like they're going to the school.

l think our friend lnspector Morse could prove
to be something of a pain in the rectum area.

MAlTLAND: Can l ask what's on your mind, sir?

MORSE: l just want my car
to sit on Mr Boynton's toes a little longer.

MAlTLAND:
l get the impression you haven't fallen in love.

He kept calling the car ''her'', ''she'', ''the old girl''.

l hate that. lt makes my blood boil.

Yes.

Everyone knows
cars have got nothing to do with women.

Phew!

All right, Jimmy. Let's see
if you can get us back to the office in one piece.

OK, Mr Whit.

Check your mirror. Indicate.

Now, remember, Gloria. We stop for the junction.

Brake. Change down. Brake.

Get the right foot off the throttle. Off. Off!

(Crash)

Lovely.

Yes?

Oh, sorry. Excuse us.
We're looking for Mr...the chap that's in charge.

lt's on the tip of my tongue.

- Whittaker?
- Whittaker!

Derek Whittaker. Thank God for that!
l'd have lain awake all night.

- Sergeant Lewis, isn't it? ls it?
- That's right.

Mr Whittaker, let me introduce you.
This is Chief lnspector Morse, and this is...

(Whittaker groaning)

Ow!

lt's OK. l'm OK.

That's you, Jimmy.

l got thrown against the car door just now.
We were a bit ambitious on the skidpan.

- Sorry, Mr Whit.
- No, no, l'm fine, l'm fine.

l think l gave my ribs a whack.

- Why don't you sit down for a second?
- Thanks. Thanks.

Oh!

(Sighs) Don't look so worried. l'll be right as rain.

Oh! That's better.

So, what's the problem?
Got some more tearaways for me to tame?

Jimmy was one. Do you remember, Sergeant?

On the straight and narrow, though, now.

Going to be a qualified driving instructor himself
soon.

He's a good lad.

They all are.

lt's a lifetime in and out of homes,
borstals, remand schools...

That's a pig for them, you know.

Actually, we're not,
although we should bring a few lads up.

No, we were up this way, and the Chief lnspector
was anxious to have a look around.

Oh, well... lt's humble, but it's home.

Do you get all your vehicles from Boynton's?

Most of them, yes.

Not the heavy vehicles,
but yes, we have a fleet deal with them.

- It makes sense, being next door.
- And they treat you well?

Oh, yes. Of course,
all these firms like driving-school business.

It's a good advertisement, isn't it?

How many people buy a car
the same as the one they learnt in?

ls it Boynton himself you do business with?

To be honest, no. lt's mostly Martin Kass,
the sales chappie. Do you know him?

And Ronnie in the servicing.

l know Jeremy, of course.

- He seems very nice.
- (Grudgingly) Yes, he's all right.

Go on.

What's he done?

Nothing. No, no, nothing.
He wants to buy my car.

- An old Jag.
- Oh, yes.

WeII, he wouId do.

Can l trust him?

l wouldn't like to say. l should think so.
Different if it was the young lady.

Oh? Why's that?

He likes his pretty girls.

- So we hear.
- Oh, you've heard?

Well, it's common knowledge.

It goes together, apparentIy.
Love of beautifuI cars, Iove of the Iadies.

You say you have a Jaguar yourself?

Won't be a minute.

Now what?

Don't ask me.

And why are we visiting driving schools?

Chief lnspector Morse.

lnspector. Second thoughts about the car?

No, no, no. l just forgot to ask you something.

What was that, now?

Er...you're a cigar smoker?

Now and then, yes. Why? Do you want one?

Mm. l wouldn't say no.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Could be construed as a bribe.

What for?

Monte Cristo.

A man who drives a Jag and knows his cigars.

- A man after my own heart, Inspector.
- l don't smoke, actually.

No, I was going to take it back
to 1 1 Dexter Street-

that's where Jackie Thorn,
who you don't know...that's where Jackie lived -

..and try to find a speck of ash to match it with.

Where were you last Friday evening,
by the way?

Just hang on. Hang on. Just one thing at a time.

What do you mean, ''match it''?
l've told you - l didn't know this woman.

Then you have absolutely nothing
to worry about.

l spent last Friday evening
with my wife and daughter.

There you are. Better and better.

l have to say, l'm getting a little aggravated.

l do that. l...rub people up the wrong way.

Thanks again.

Well, that's our man, all right.

What? Who?

Boynton?

Now all we've got to do...
is to find out how and why.

What evidence do you have?

Not a shred.

? Won't you turn that new leaf over

? So your baby can be your slave?

? Oh, why can't you behave?

? There's a farm l know near my old home town

? Where we two can go and try settling down

? There l'll care for you for ever

? Cos you're all in the world l crave

? But why can't you behave?

Mr Ablett?

(Knock at door)

(More urgent knocking)

Hello?

HeIIo, Angie. It's Sergeant MaitIand.
Can I come in for a few minutes?

The place is a tip.

Sorry.

Don't worry.

l only seem to be here at weekends and...

..then l have the kids,
and it's pretty much pandemonium.

Jackie refused to set foot in the place.

Listen. l'm not...

lt's embarrassing, and l've...let it go even more.

What's the point?

You're late home tonight.

l er...l work late. lt's not a nine-to-five job.

No. lt's just that l called your office,

and they seemed to think
that you'd left some time ago.

What are you getting at?

Nothing. l'm just curious.

l went for an lndian. l had a takeaway.

Chicken tikka masala.

Do you want to smell my breath?

Jackie's baby.

ls it possible that you weren't the father?

What about Tim, her boyfriend?

l like him. He makes me laugh.

- Did they have a good relationship?
- Yes. l think so. Yes.

l really didn't know them that well.

l thought you'd been on holiday with Jackie.

l think they had a pretty good relationship, yes.

l'm tired. lf you want to interrogate me,
can it wait till the morning?

OK. l'll go.

lt wasn't my intention to interrogate you.

One thing.

There wasn't any other visitors to Jackie's flat,
were there?

Well, there's bound to have been.
She was a very popular girl. Lots of friends.

- l meant other men.
- As l said, she had a lot of friends.

But clearly, Tim Ablett was her boyfriend?

Yeah.

Hm.

Does the name Jeremy Boynton
mean anything to you?

- Jeremy what?
- Boynton.

No. Why?
ls he supposed to be one of Jackie's friends?

His name cropped up.

(Phone rings)

- Don't mind me.
- No, it's all right. l'll leave it.

No, really, l'll go.
Perhaps another time would be more...

l can let myself out.

OK.

OK.

l'll see you.

(Phone continues ringing)

Hello?

BOYNTON: HeIIo. It's me. AII weII?
- Yes.

PIants fIourishing?
You didn't whisper our secrets to the poIice?

- No, l didn't.
- I hope not.

- l didn't.
- That wouId upset me.

- Stop hassling me, would you?
- If I'm upset, I do get unreasonabIe.

- lf you must know, they've just been here.
- You're kidding? What did you say?

Nothing.
Your name came up. l didn't say anything.

I bet.

She just said, did l know you?
You'd been a friend of Jackie's.

- You'd better have kept your mouth shut.
- l told you, l didn't say a thing.

Good, cos it won't go weII with you.
It couId go very nasty.

- OK.
- Very unpIeasant.

- OK.
- Are you with me? Very, very unpIeasant.

(He hangs up)

LEWlS: You can't arrest him
just because you don't Iike him.

MORSE: More's the pity.

MAlTLAND:
I'm convinced Angie Howe knows something.

When will we get confirmation
of the lab reports on the DNA tests?

Today or tomorrow.

l went to see the boyfriend last night.
Tried out our little theory.

What do you mean? What theory?

That the murderer
was also the father of Jackie's child.

- Same bIood type.
- But we don't know that.

That's not on, sir.

- That's terribIe!
- What?

Are you saying you told Tim
he might not be the father?

l'm saying l put to him
that he might be the murderer.

As if the lad didn't have enough to grieve about!

l am looking for a motive that will nail Boynton.

lf he was the father of Jackie's child,
it would give me one.

We haven't even established
that they knew each other.

There is a man out there killing young women.
He is completely unscrupulous.

l want to catch him.

l'm sorry.
l don't think this is the way to go about it, sir.

Boynton was divorced by his first wife.

According to the solicitor,
he was beating her about.

- So?
- So!

lf every man who hit his wife
was accused of murder, the courts would be full.

Was there anything else, Sergeants?

(Angrily) No.

Who does that guy think he is?

(Knock at door)

(Knocking)

Dearden, come on! Get the door, wiII you?

Sir.

Angie! Angie, what's the matter?

l've got to talk to you.

What are these?

They're marijuana plants.

There are a dozen more upstairs in the tower.

(Knock at door)

Find your way here all right,

Mr Boynton?

Yes, thank you.

Good. You've met Sergeant Maitland?

Erm...yes, that's right. Hello.

Hello.

Which letter did you pop over in?

Come again?

The B-, C-, D- or E-type?

Er...no, l drive a company car, mostly.

Just a saIoon.

Good. So, you won't be too concerned

if one of my lads takes a look at it?
Pulls out the seats, and so on?

What do you mean?

What's going on?

Have we offered you tea?

No, thank you.
Why do you want to look at my car?

No need to be alarmed, sir. Just a routine check.

Make sure you've paid your road tax.

Do you carry a knife?

No.

What do you mean, a knife?

Well, lots of people do. Boy Scout types.

ln case you break down
in the middle of the moors or...

You know. ''Be prepared.''

This is ridiculous.

l don't have a knife.

ls this er... Can l get this straight?
Am l being accused of something?

Not at the moment.

Because l want my lawyer here.

Sure. Can l just confirm,
for my own memory's sake,

you're quite certain
you hadn't met Jackie Thorn?

l've already told you.

No, just making sure l understood you correctly.

Sergeant, tell us about Angela Howe.

Jackie's neighbour, Angie Howe,
seems to think you were a friend of Jackie's.

ls she making a mistake?

LEWlS: She aIso toId us
you'd made a number of threats against her...

to prevent her from giving us this information.

Er...l want my lawyer. l'm not going to say
anything else until my lawyer's here.

Go ahead. You should tell him
we're going to bring charges against you,

and tell him we're intending to do blood tests,
fingerprint tests, DNA tests,

every test we can think of.

ln fact, tell him to bring a few partners with him.

You're going to need all the help you can get,

Mr Boynton.

? COLE PORTER: You Do Something To Me

? You do something to me

Yeah. Does the name Jeremy Boynton
mean anything to you, Mrs Thompson?

Boynton.

l'm trying to make a connection
with Mr Jeremy Boynton.

(Chatter)

? ..why should it be

? You have the power to hypnotise me?

Male. White. 42.

POLlCE OFFlCER:
Just send the whoIe Iot round.

No. Boynton.

That's right. Boynton.

MALE OFFlCER: No, no. Boynton.

LEWlS: Yeah. Boynton.

Where is he?

Just a minute, Mrs Thompson.

Sir, he's...he's next door.

Just on your Ieft there.

Oh, come on, Morse!

- For heaven's sake!
- l er...l was thinking, sir.

Oh, well, in that case, l'll go...because, clearly,

- thinking's at a premium with you.
- What does that mean?

What are you playing at, mate?
l've got half the briefs in London on my back.

l've got the Crown Prosecution Service
screaming down the phone.

l've got...

(Sighs) Oh, you know.

And you're in bed. lt's brilliant!

OK. OK. So, what have l done now?

l'm going to get Lewis in here
and have this room ransacked.

And if l find even a whiff of a bottle,
you're for the high jump.

You've got a man in custody
without a shred of evidence.

l've got lots of shreds,
just not much in the way of substance.

I'm not Iaughing this off, Morse.

You're going at this like a bloody bulldozer.

l don't think so. l think l've found the killer.

No, l haven't got enough on him yet,
but we're all working on that,

and l'd rather have him
jumping up and down in a cell

than putting a knife into another woman,
while we plod around politely.

And l resent your remarks about alcohol.
l'm getting fed up laughing that off.

WeII, what basis are you hoIding him on?

The CPS have told me
you haven't got the semblance of a case.

This is a man who can lie brazenly,

who can threaten a woman
without any compunction,

whose first wife left him after he'd beaten her up,

who has all the opportunity in the world
to carry out these crimes,

who was having a relationship
with the second victim...

- How do you know that?
- l just do.

l mean, there was a cigar in her shopping.
He smokes cigars.

She obviousIy intended to cook for him
the night she died.

She was pregnant.

l'm sure we're going to find out
that he was the father.

He's married.

She puts the pressure on him.
He loses his temper. lt's there.

It'sjust there. I know the cigar's a bit weak,

but it's a direct connection,
and they both bought their cars from him, and...

lt'll fall into place.

And he killed the other woman a month earlier,

- in a fit of retrospective rage?!
- There'll be a reason.

Come on. We've both been at this too long to...

You get an instinct. You know.
l know this man did it.

He covers his tracks. That's the styIe.
It's aII to do with bIuff.

So, now l'm bluffing him.

Tomorrow l'll get the results of the blood tests,
and then we'll turn the screw until he owns up.

No. You let him go.

And if you don't, I wiII.

You put together a case, a watertight case.

Then you charge him.

No. Then you come and see me.

l want him out of custody.

Now.

Don't go back to bed.

Get this bloody car back together again.

And make sure every crumb,
every hair, every speck of dust

is back where you found it.

- You heard the man.
- What a waste of time.

Sorry, sir. Sod all.

The thing is, it's a demo vehicle.
Probably gets scrubbed down once a day.

lt's the perfect car to commit a crime in.

Yeah...and l know he did it.

Excuse me, please, sir.

l haven't worked out yet how l can make
the most noise about this, but l will.

You know, l'd sleep on it if l were you.

We get some results tomorrow and too much
sound and fury might embarrass you.

My solicitor has already told me
they'd laugh you out of court.

Maybe. Thank you, Sergeant.

l think you should think of this as...
a few days off,

a sort of hoIiday, because you'II be back.

So, don't fly off to Torremolinos for the weekend,
will you?

You've got a real attitude problem.
You know that?

lt's what gives the police a bad name.

Well, that's odd, because since l've met you, l've
completely revised my opinion of car dealers.

They're nice chaps, cIearIy.

They threaten young women,
they cheat on their wives,

but otherwise, you know...terrific guys.

Right.

Before you go, teII me something.

lf you didn't kill Jackie,
why did you lie about knowing her?

- Are you married?
- No.

Well, think about it for a moment.

Try and find the place where your brain lives
and stick this up it.

MAN: Hello.

Please don't! Please don't!

Will you read my card?

Please read my card. lt tells you who l am.

l'm learning to sell things.

Handkerchiefs.
These are very pretty. Can l show you?

What?

l've got all kinds of dusters,
and telephone cleaners,

and ironing-board covers.

And the handkerchiefs are...two pounds

for a set of six.

No problem, Mr Morse. l'd be delighted.

OK, good. l'll see you tomorrow.

Sergeant Lewis has just come in.
l'll ask him to lend me his Highway Code.

l will. Yeah. Yeah. Bye, now.

- Who was that?
- Mr Whittaker. l'm having driving lessons.

Why?

You should be pleased.
You always criticise my driving.

- Say goodbye, Matt.
- Bye-bye.

Bye.

Bye-bye, Peter Max. Bye-bye.

l'll see you again soon.

MAlTLAND: Angie!
- Oh, hi.

- Hello, Mr Ablett.
- Everything all right?

Not too bad, but l should tell you
Jeremy Boynton's been released.

- What?!
- No evidence to link him with Jackie's murder.

- But there must be!
- Listen. Don't be anxious.

If you get any intimidation...

He won't - l'm certain - but if he were
to try something stupid, we're downstairs.

We'II have an officer here 24 hours a day.

They've let him go.

lt's not a question of letting him go.
We just had no reason to detain him.

One second.

You mean...until he does it again?

But what about these tests,
and the threats he made on Angie?

We have to work within the rule of the law.

Yeah, but who does that protect?

You know?
Because that's the question here, isn't it?

Come on, son.

Angie, l promise nothing will happen to you.
You've got my word.

(Car horn)

You've got my word on that. Angie?

ABLETT:
Come on, Angie. You can't stay in the flat.

(Car horn)

? Why can't you behave?

? Oh, why can't you behave?

? After all the things you told me

? And the promises that you gave

? Oh, why can't you behave?

? Why...

(Music off)

WHlTTAKER: We'II take the second exit, pIease.

You're making me nervous.

What's the speed limit on this road?

30.

40.

What's behind you?

Er...l don't think there was er...

What speed are you doing?

Er...too fast.

Going a bit fast, l suppose.

Brake.

Off the brake. You're braking too hard.
Feather the brake. Feather.

Watch your speed.

Wrong gear.

Don't leave out the second and third gears.
They're there for a reason.

Revs. Watch your revs.
Watch your speed. Position.

Position.

How are we doing?

(Sighs)

Let's head back.
l think that's enough for the first go.

Shall l put L-plates on?

Oh, you're not so bad.
We'll make a driver out of you yet.

l can't help wondering,
what made you get in touch?

lt was Jeremy Boynton gave me the idea.

Jeremy?

Yes. l think he liked the idea of me being able to
pop in on a regular basis.

l am not being hysterical. lt is aggravation.

Hang on. What am l paying you for?
lf you don't agree, get somebody who does.

The guy is a little bullyboy.

That is not a personal theory. lt is a fact.

- What?
- Someone to see you. He says it's urgent.

l'm paying a fortune for this call.
Have you seen their bills?

Just use your initiative or something.

l know, but this man said he can't wait.

Er...Julian, l'll have to call you back.

What do you want?
You think you can just walk into my office?

- My name's Tim Ablett.
- l don't care what...

Ah. Hang on. Right.

''Ah. Hang on. Right''?

- Look, what do you want?
- l'd take a little walk.

Get out of here!

All right, Sandra.
Go and paint your nails or something.

You've got a real way with the ladies,
eh, Jeremy? Real style.

OK.
Let's just try and have a civilised conversation.

How come you managed to smarm your way
out of custody, you bastard?

Because l haven't done anything wrong.

(Shouts) You're a liar!

And now you're going to get
what's coming to you...

..Mr Boynton!

Martin.

Come on!

BOYNTON: What the bIoody heII
do you think you're doing? That's petroI!

Now, let's...

Come on.

Let's Iight...

Let's...

Let's Iight...

one of your cigars.

Yes, yes. All three.

(Crying)

So, do you see much of Jeremy?

We have dealings. Not socially. We used to a bit.

But then he did something.
He put me in it with his wife.

Oh? What was that?

Oh, nothing. lt doesn't matter.

When you say ''put you in it'',
what do you mean?

Well, let's just say,
one evening he was with one party,

and he said he was with me.

(Siren)

What kept you?

Well, you said we were in for a long evening,
so we went home to get some food.

l brought you some sandwiches.

What kind?

Oh, well...Val made them.

Salmon, l expect, or cheese and pickle.

(Sniffs) Yeah.

ls this you, sir?

ls this me going through
Mr Boynton's personal belongings? Absolutely.

Do we have a warrant?

Not as such.

So, l'm in here.

l want the rest of you
to go and ransack the business files,

the customer correspondence,
service fiIes...anything.

Now, we've got one night
to come up with something.

Then we put it all back in the morning.

No.

No, what?

No, we can't do that, sir. lt's not legal.

What do you hope to find, anyway?

Something, anything,
that proves that Mr Boynton is a killer.

lt's an opportunity.

lf we can't find it,
then nobody's hurt, nobody knows.

If we come up with something,
we come up with something.

Well, l'm up for it.

- Good.
- Yeah, me too.

MAlTLAND: Come on, Sergeant.

Car service files are not like someone's diary.

We should have requested a warrant.

l'm not going to get a warrant, am l?

So there was no point in asking.

Look, you go home, Lewis,
if your conscience is pricking you so much.

Yeah, l think l'm going to.

Look, let's just do it.

l thought you stood for...

All that stuff about working with the community,
about community partnership...

What does that mean, if you can go through
someone's belongings without asking them

or teIIing them?

MAlTLAND: Yesterday, Tim AbIett
and Angie Howe asked me who the Iaw protects.

The Boyntons of this world or the Jackie Thorns?

And l couldn't answer.

l'll see you tomorrow.

Actually, sir...

I think er...

Well, it strikes me, Sergeant Lewis...

he has got a point, actuaIIy, hasn't he?

Listen. You go.

That's fine. That's absolutely fine. Good night.

You're sure?

Positive.

Right. Well, l'll just go and see if l can catch...

l haven't got any transport...

- Thanks, anyway, sir. Good night, Sergeant.
- Good night, Dearden.

Don't feel obliged.

l don't.

Anything?

No.

l think we could get him on tax or something.

His car collection is funded very creatively.

But l haven't come across anything interesting,
like a knife,

or a love letter from Maureen Thompson.

Me neither.

Ooh, my head's spinning.

He didn't even give Jackie Thorn
a discount on her service.

There's nothing here.

Have you had enough?

Nearly.

What time is it?

Late.

Are you always this obsessional?

You mean the case?

l don't know. l don't think so. l don't know.

Maybe er...maybe it's like the Church.

My mother used to say
that priests should be married.

What did they understand
if they weren't married?

Maybe the same's true about poIicemen.

Do you not have someone waiting at home?

No.

Do you?

Here? ln my digs?

Only an old teddy bear.

And er...at home home?

l think so. Yeah.

Well, let's pack up. l can take this back.

- Right.
(Bells chime)

Tell me again what we've been looking for.

l don't know. Something that
ties Boynton in with these murders.

Right. So, the only names we've been looking at
have been Jackie's and Maureen Thompson's?

So?

Well, this doesn't make any sense,

but why aren't we looking
for some other connection?

Such as?

What if he's committed similar crimes
in the past,

with other women who've used the garage?

- l think we'd know.
- Why?

l know all the cases on our books.
l could recite them.

- And they're all closed?
- Not all, but none that connects with these...

l don't think.

Why not run every name on these card indexes

through the computer?
Something might come up.

Oh, it's too late.

Not if we start now. There are two machines.
l'll go on this one. You go on that one.

No, come on. We've done enough.

Shame on you.

Oh, no, really.

Chief lnspector Morse, are you telling me
you don't know how to work the machine?

l don't know how to work the machine.

(Laughs)

Well, sit down.

l'll show you.

Can l go and get the tape recorder
from Jackie's flat? l can't think without music.

(Laughs) Spend a night with a man,

it's very revealing.

? MOZART: Horn Concerto

? MOZART: Horn Concerto

MAlTLAND: lf l hear this piece of music
one more time, l'm going to scream.

You know it's the morning?

This was a terrible idea of yours.

Quite impressive, these machines.
Do they take ''hard disks'' and things?

Shut up. One minute you don't know how
to turn it on, the next you're a computer bore.

Story of my life.

OK. Now show me how to turn it off.

I think...

l think we're in business.

I think we're in business.

Thank you! Thank you! Mwah.

Thank you, you little darling!

- What?
- Phillipa Jane Lau, Eurasian.

And?

Phillipa Lau was the victim of violent assault,
1 9... What's that? Five years ago.

She was seriously injured, but she survived.

She's alive.

Three months after buying a car
from Boynton's garage.

Well...

Two's company, Mr Boynton.

Three's a crowd.

(Doorbell)

(Rings doorbell)

Miss Lau?

Cheers.

Hi. How are you?

Not so bad, thanks. You?

Terrific. Listen. l'm sorry about last night.

But it was worth it. Really.

ls he in?

No.

What time did you get finished?

Quite late... Did you get the message?

Yeah. What was l supposed to be finding out?

Phillipa Lau, we think, is another victim.

- Didn't we Ieave the print-out?
- No, she isn't.

- How do you know?
- You're both as bad as each other, aren't you?

What do you mean?

ln this country, the law says...

we're innocent until proved guilty.

You've aIready put Jeremy Boynton behind bars
before you've even...

lf he'd died,
because of what we'd led Tim Ablett to believe,

whose fauIt wouId that have been?

Wait a minute. l think...

No. You wait a minute.
l've had the lab reports this morning.

Yeah, Boynton was the father

of Jackie Thorn's baby, and no, he didn't...

It wasn't rape.

She'd had intercourse
several hours before she died.

You know.

Phillipa Lau. The man who assaulted her-
he's in prison, Sergeant.

He was caught and convicted.

lt had nothing to do with Boynton. None of it has.

But there's no...procedure.

There's no... lt's crime solved
like a crossword puzzle, and l'm sick of it.

Anyhow...l'm sorry.
That's how l feel about it, so...

Well?

(Fizzing)

Brilliant.

Fancy a drink, sir?

What's the matter?

Just asking if you want a drink.

Well, something's the matter.
How many years have l known you?

You don't often ask me to go for a drink.

- Well, l'm asking now.
- All right.

Strangely enough, l know quite a decent hostelry
a few minutes' drive from here.

Oh, no. Wait a minute.
l can't, can l? l've got a driving lesson.

And l've paid for it.

You couldn't give me a lift?
We can chat in the car.

This is where the Lau woman lives.
She wouldn't open the door.

You probably scared
the living daylights out of her.

What?

Phillipa Lau.

Did you not think about that?

She'II be terrified.

(Sighs) You just trample around, don't you?

You're supposed to be so clever.
Sometimes l think you're just a bloody fool.

Lewis, calm down and tell me what's eating you.

Why don't you wait and read the case notes
before you go stirring up the past?

lf you can't be bothered to read the whole lot,
just look at the last page.

lt's a signed confession.

MORSE: l could tell you a lot

about your driving already, Lewis.
A lot of problems.

LEWlS: You're not taking this seriously, are you?

MORSE: l am. Yes, l am.

My case is falling to pieces,
my car is falling to pieces,

l can't have a drink,
and my Sergeant wants a transfer.

Yes, l am taking it seriously.

l don't want a transfer.
l just think perhaps it would be...

l don't know.

MORSE: Anyway, you may as well know l'm
not accepting any of it, except maybe the drink.

l am not accepting any of it.

Sir, there's a man in prison. Gerry Firth.

l think we pay him a visit.

He's more than a hundred miles away.

Well, he can't come to us.

Hello, Derek.

- All well?
- Fine.

- Sergeant?
- Derek.

So, what am l doing?

l want to meet this man.

And tell Maitland to call Phillipa Lau.
lt might be better coming from a woman.

Derek, you won't mind
if Sergeant Lewis uses your phone?

No, use the one in my office. My shed.
You have to dial 9 for an outside line.

- See you in an hour or two.
- (Wryly) Great.

l'll wipe the smile off his face, Sergeant.
We're off to the skidpan.

Did you have a good breakfast?

? Cos you're all in the world l crave

? But why can't you

? Oh, why can't you

? Oh, why can't you behave?

(Music off)

All right, Gerry? Well, look a bit lively, son.

Don't let him cadge any cigs off you.
l'll be just outside.

Thanks.

LEWlS: How are you, Gerry?

Yeah, OK.

Treating you aII right, are they?

Yeah.

How long have you got left?

A bit.

We just had a couple of questions
about your sentence.

Can we have a little chat?

Or are you not in the mood?

No, l'm not really in the mood.

MORSE: Fair enough.

Sergeant.

Phillipa Lau was asking after you.

Who?

Phillipa Lau.

Have you forgotten her?

He can't have forgotten her, can he?

l wouldn't have thought so. Phillipa Lau.

You attacked her, Gerry.

You went down for it.

She was one of your TlCs.

We have your signed statement.

Yeah. Right.

- He does remember.
- Yeah.

So, tell us.

(Music on Walkman)

(Doorbell)

(Doorbell)

Who is it?

MAN: Paula?

Yes?

Oh, hello.

Sir.

Er...the Super's waiting in your room.
He's been in there an hour.

He's not very happy.

OK. Anything, anybody?

MAlTLAND: Hi.
- Did you get through to her?

Yeah, she's in a pretty bad way.

Yes, well, l think that's my fault.
lsn't that right, Lewis?

Not entirely, sir.

l wasn't the only person
to telephone this afternoon.

- Oh?
- At about four o'clock, a man called,

and, well, l've written down what he said

as accurately as she could remember it.

Morse...if you could spare me a few minutes,
l'd be very grateful.

Sir.

No, not that way.

We're going out.

l'm taking you for a drink.

You're the second person to say that today.
l turned the first one down.

This one you'll need.

Thank you very much.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

You're off this case, mate.

Ah.

I've spoken to the Deputy CC, and he agrees.

l mean, that garage business yesterday
was the last straw.

Boynton could have died.

And that would have been it for you.

l'm not even going to mention the rest of it.

Papers disappearing without a warrant...

Give me 24 hours.

You're off. You're...you're on leave.

Don't make me throw my weight around.

Does the name Phillipa Lau
mean anything to you?

Yeah, l've heard about that, too.

I mean, that case is cIosed. It's five years ago.

Oh, get a grip, eh? Come on.

Read that.

''Phillipa, l'm watching you.
Not such a tease now, are we?

A bit harder for a cripple.

Whatever you think you remember,
forget, forget.

l'm watching you, and if you start
shooting your cheap little mouth off,

next time, I'II do thejob properIy."

Well, what's this supposed to be?

lt's the transcript of a telephone call
Phillipa Lau had this afternoon.

Now, l was at a prison this afternoon,

talking to the man
who's inside for assaulting her.

- Quite interesting, eh?
- Well, it doesn't mean anything.

He couId have had a friend caII,
or it couId be a hoax.

That is not evidence.

No. Gerry Firth - he's the con. There was a deal.

We did a deal. Well, not ''we''. Neville Batten.

Anyway, a deaI was done.

He took on a couple of TlCs to clear the books,

and we put in a good word.

Now, Firth knew nothing about her.

He didn't know
whether she was white, bIack, big, smaII,

thin, fat, young, old.

He didn't know where she lived
or what was done to her.

lt was a trade-off, sir,
and the man who did do it is out there.

And you think it has to be Boynton?

Phillipa Lau bought a car from him.
Maureen Thompson the same.

Jackie Thorn had an affair with him.

Now, Iet me take him into custody.

l'm getting the evidence.

l don't know.

Nev Batten? He never was much of a...

He was a bloody fool.

l don't know. l still think...

Excuse me, sir. You'd better come.

- Why?
- There's been another killing.

Well, now will you let me pick him up?

lt wasn't Jeremy Boynton, sir.
They kept him in. He's still in the hospital.

(Police radios)

Hey.

(Crying) This is not very professional, l know.

l feel the same.

We should have caught this man.
We should have caught this man before this.

Just for the record, sir...

Paula Steadman does not, and never has,
owned a car from Boynton's garage.

PHlLLlPA: Was this woman killed?

MAlTLAND: Yeah.

Who's this?

Her mother.

No, l'm sorry.
l've never seen any of these people before.

Do you remember anything about your attack?

I've seen the fiIe, and you were...

WeII, I expect it was the shock.

You said then you couldn't remember anything.

l have dreams. l have these dreams about him.

And l see his face, but...

l couldn't describe him
and he changes, anyway, so...

What we're aiming for
is developing some foresight.

l could do with some of that.

l drive up the motorway every evening
and l don't touch the brakes at all if l can help it.

l thought you lived in Oxford.

I do.

Then why do you use the motorway?

My wife's in...

My wife's in a clinic. She's had a stroke,

so I go and visit her.

- l'm sorry.
- Yeah.

Was this recent?

Couple of months.

lt happened before,
a few years back, but l got her home.

Now they don't think she's going to be able to...

Doesn't know who I am.

That's why l've got no time
for the likes of Boynton...

running after every little tart in a tight skirt.

(Tyres squealing)

Can l come back?

- Could l come back and see you?
- You don't have to.

So...when you got your car,
when you got it from Boynton's...

was it the sales manager who sold it you,
or who?

No, l didn't buy it myself.

lt was bought for me. l mean, l paid for it, but...

You mean your brother?

l know this sounds a bit pathetic,
but...l was very nervous about driving.

lt took me a long time to pass my test,
so l went to this place,

a centre where you can...where they've got
these video machines and pretend road system.

My instructor was nice,
and obviousIy knew a Iot about cars,

and actuaIIy,
hejust got me the same car I was Iearning in.

WHlTTAKER: Good.

We're making a halfway-decent driver out of you.

Blasted thing.

l do like this car.

(Sighs) lt's all right.

l suppose it's erm...

you get used to learning on something and er...

Right.

That's what you said
about your learners buying the same car.

Oh, yeah.

Boynton's have done very well out of us.

(Siren)

Did...Maureen Thompson buy one?

l think she did, yes.

And Jackie Thorn?

Very clever.

Very cIever, Inspector Morse. Yes.
Yes, she bought her car. They aII did.

Whores.

LittIe bitches on heat.

Yes, l know what you mean, Derek.
l know exactly what you mean. They asked for it.

They used to sit in my car haIf-naked.

They're daughters of Satan.

And there's my wife, who's a saint.

l'm not kidding.

l'm afraid l've got to keep you quiet,
lnspector Morse. Sorry!

(Siren)

- Sir?
- l'm fine.

l've had lessons on the skidpan.

Hello.

lt sounds stupid,
but l can't get my hands off the wheel.

l...owe you an apology.

Yes.

l...couldn't see the wood for the trees.

Not for the first time.

Did you hear what happened?

Sergeant Lewis came down.

- And you're off home?
- Yep.

- A peace offering.
- What's this?

l've had it for years.
l got it at some auction or other.

lt won the Monte Carlo Rally in 1 956.

WeII...not by itseIf, of course.

I've never had the car

to put it in.

I think you do, and...

l'm sorry.

Anyway...

How's your arm?

Sore.

You deserve it.

Thanks.

Can you make sure that goes to my office?

Hi.

Hi.

l thought you weren't meant to be carrying stuff.

Well...

tell me not to do something, and er...

Well, you know.

So, if l ask you not to keep in touch...?

Thanks, Siobhan.

l'll see you.

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