I thought I'd meet Tracy.
Oh, yes,
Right.
I'm not sure about next week.
I should think it would be all right,
but I'm not sure.
You phone me then, will you?
Oh sorry.
I thought I'd just get rid of some of this lousy paperwork
and next minute it's half of six.
Have I messed you up?
No, no, I'm fine.
You're sure.
Don't worry about it.
Everything okay.
Yes, it's been a good day actually, very peaceful.
Paperwork, I love it.
Right.
I was going to do some sheets and towels and stuff
but the machine isn't working.
Oh, that's right.
I meant to phone the bloke yesterday.
Thanks for reminding me.
I'll do it tomorrow.
Anyway, I did a couple of things by hand..
There's no need for you to do that.
I'm here.
I might as well make myself useful.
Thank you.
I've left everything ready for you
and any problems same as usual
and if you light that thing
it's another 50 p you owe me.
Good night, see you in the morning.
See you in the morning.
Which is the most recent would you say?
This one.
It's from the school.
You know, the photograph they do every year.
This one makes her looks nice,
you know her hair and everything.
She's got really nice hair but.
Yeah, thanks.
All right Mrs. Uphill,
we've got all we need thank you.
We'll start things rolling
and you stay by your phone.
So as soon as we find her,
we'll let you know.
And, of course, if she does come back here,
you let us know, won't you?
We'll see ourselves out all right.
Morning.
Morning sir.
Duty sergeant about is he?
Just having his breakfast sir.
Have him come up and see me, will you?
Ah, Sergeant Wells, come in.
Nothing on the girl I suppose.
No, sir.
It's been 16 hours.
It's too long, far too long.
Well, it's 16 hours of darkness.
We need the daylight.
Is Detective Inspector Frost
in the briefing room?
No, sir, he hasn't arrived yet.
He does know there's a briefing, does he?
I imagine so, yes, sir.
What do you mean you imagine so?
Either he does or he doesn't.
Yes, sir, he has been informed.
It might be something to do with his wife sir.
Yes.
Thank you.
Sergeant,
your responsibility is to me,
not to good old Jack Frost hum?
Yes, sir.
I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.
Traffic was all over the place.
She all right?
Yes, woke up twice, that's all.
All right.
Thanks I'll give you a call.
Prescriptions.
Morning, ladies and gentleman.
Please sit down.
Good to see such a full turnout.
Someone open the window, would you?
I won't keep you long.
We're not short of help,
for which I thank all concerned,
but what we are short of is daylight.
We've got woodlands,
Iakes,
a canal,
gravel pit,
derelict houses,
building sites, you name it.
1,001 places where a child could be concealed.
So we need to be methodical,
not hap hazard,
which is why I've put
Detective Chief Inspector Alan
in charge of the operation.
And as he's in charge,
I shall now shut up and let him take over.
Right.
Time is against us so I'll be brief.
Mrs. Palmer, good morning Mrs. Palmer.
Stanton Police about your car.
You'll be glad to hear we found it.
On a new estate.
No, no damage at all.
Joy riders I should think.
Anyway, if you'd like..
no, no, just you.
No need for your husband..
Any time you like
and if you could bring a set of spare keys.
Be with you in a minute sir.
No trouble at all Mrs. Palmer.
That's right.
Any time it's convenient.
Thank you.
Sorry about that sir,
what can I do for you?
Sergeant, I'm Barnard,
Detective Constable Clive Barnard.
I have to report to superintendent Mullet at 9:00.
Right, D.C. Barnard,
the chief constable's nephew.
That's right sergeant,
Chief Constable's nephew.
Lieutenant Mullett's tied up at the minute.
I'll tell you when he's free.
Nice suit he's got on.
Very stylish.
Made to measure aren't they?
What's Mullett doing here this time of day?
There was a briefing on a missing kid.
You were phoned about it last night.
This is cold.
He wants to see you Jack.
As soon as I've had a decent cuppa.
As soon as you come in he said.
Yeah, well, I haven't come in yet then have I?
I've been reading your file.
Most impressive.
I see you're studying law.
Couldn't do better.
Certainly didn't me no harm.
If I can help you in any way, lend you any books,
they're all here as you can see.
Thank you sir.
I'd appreciate that.
Good.
I'm looking forward to working under Mr. Alan.
I've heard very good things about him.
Yes.
Well, there's been a slight change of plan I'm afraid.
Chief Inspector Alan is in charge
of our missing girl inquiry.
Well, you wouldn't know about it of course.
Came in last night.
As you can imagine,
he's up to his eyes at the moment,
so as a purely temporary arrangement
I do stress it is temporary,
I'm putting you with Detective Inspector Frost.
Now, I know you'll find him
a very experienced officer.
Not as punctilious as Chief Inspector Alan perhaps,
but as I say,
very experienced in his own way
and I might say that your uncle
has a very high opinion of him.
Very high indeed.
He being our local hero so to speak.
Do you see much of him,
do you,
your uncle?
Keep your hands off my sandwich,
thank you very much.
Sorry about briefing.
You know what's going on do ya?
George filled me in.
It's not good.
Should have found her by now.
Go and have a word with the mother will you?
Here's the report from last night.
And Jack,
when you've seen her,
put it in writing okay.
Paperwork,
I'm up to here with it.
In writing.
Your stomach still tightening up is it?
Oh bastard is.
Well, take my tip,
avoid fatty foods.
How are things at home?
Not good.
Take some leave.
Go on, why don't you?
What do I do Jim?
Just sit there and stare at her all day.
I do enough of that as it is.
The truth is,
I can't handle it.
As long as I know she's alright.
Hello.
Who are you?
D.C. Barnard.
I was told to report to Detective Inspector Frost.
Why?
To work with him.
Well, you can start by answering that phone then can't you.
Go on.
Detective Inspector Frost's office,
DC Barnard speaking.
Yes, sir.
Yes, he is.
Right sir,
right.
He wants to see you straight away he said.
Sorry.
A word of advice son.
Well, two words.
One, never tell Mr. Mullett
that I'm in the office.
And two,
never wear a suit
that you wouldn't be happy
Ietting a drunk be sick over.
Come in.
You wanted to see me sir?
You weren't at the briefing.
Why was that?
No, I was unavoidably detained sir.
Ah.
I see.
My car wouldn't start.
I have yet another complaint from HQ.
Oh really sir.
What's it about this time?
Yet again, you're late with the monthly crime figures.
Funny enough, I was working on those last night.
Get them sent over straight away.
I would sir, but unfortunately,
I've left them at the kitchen table.
Have it done this morning.
Ah, yes.
Well, this morning I thought you'd prefer me
to try and help find this little girl whose..
Don't push it too far Jack.
Chief Constable's blue-eyed boy or not.
Just don't push it too far.
No, sir.
What's your name son?
Clive.
Clive is it?
Right.
Well, you drive Clive.
So she'd go to the club next to St. Mark's.
She goes every week.
They play games and things.
You know, ping pong and stuff.
And afterwards I always meet
and we go for hamburger.
Sometimes we go to the pictures.
Depends on what's on, you know.
Half past three you say?
Sorry.
You told the officers last night
that you meet at half past three.
Yeah, I mean that's usual.
But this week something happened,
I was late.
I went everywhere I could think of.
I phoned all her friends and everything.
What about her father?
He doesn't even know I had her.
Oh, so you brought her up on your own then?
Just have to go on with it, don't you?
Anyway, she's mine.
I love her.
So it's not really Mrs. Uphill,
that's just for the neighbors, like the ring?
Just easier that's all.
Well, then Linda,
if we can just have a quick look round.
Just a quick look round her room,
that sort of thing.
We won't make a mess, I promise.
All right, Linda Love?
Here.
You know, I could swear,
that we've met somewhere?
No.
We have,
I just can't place it.
Come on, don't hang about,
we haven't got all day.
Where would you like me to start?
Why don't you take a look in the kid's room,
only don't let me catch you playing with her toys.
That's a good boy.
Guv.
You can't really believe she's here surely.
I can believe anything Constable
and one day so will you
if you last that long.
There's nothing there.
Bathroom?
Nothing.
Have much trouble getting that off, did you?
When did we first start using the word condom?
When did we what?
Well in my day it was contraceptive, a johnny,
buy me and stop one.
Suddenly, it's a condom.
Funny, isn't it?
What are you doing?
Just a few more questions Linda Love.
You think she's dead, don't you?
You think I killed her.
Sit down Linda Love, please.
My God, you do, don't you?
You think I killed her.
The truth is,no I don't.
But these things have to be done.
You see, the thing is Linda,
people do kill their kids.
Nice, people, loving people with beautiful kids
and they kill them.
Sorry.
That's alright.
Why were you late?
I mean you said you were late meeting her.
I was just late.
Wonder why she didn't come back here?
I mean you would have thought
she would have come back here,
unless you had a row or something.
Was that what it was, Linda?
Had you had a row?
No.
There was someone here.
Someone, what someone?
Just someone.
A friend, you mean a friend?
Yes.
Girlfriend?
No, not a girlfriend.
Oh, you had a man here.
There's no crime in that.
What was his name, this man?
I don't know.
How many are there Linda,
men whose names you don't know?
Some, not many.
Regulars?
If you like.
And he's your Sunday man
which is why you want her out of the house
and why you tell her not to come back
until you go fetch her.
But this week something happened.
He was late.
Usually, he's here at 2:00
and gone within the hour
so I got plenty of time.
But yesterday's train was late
or canceled or something.
His name's Farum,
Fanum, something like that.
He's a teacher over at Granford.
I'm not a slag, you know,
whatever you're thinking.
I am not a slag.
Is there anyone who can stay with you,
a relative or someone?
No, thank you.
I've remembered where it was.
You're the checkout at a supermarket
where I do my shopping.
Part-time.
That's all they could give me.
So she's on the game then?
A semi-pro I think you call her.
A rose by any other.
You don't approve.
Well, I don't believe in paying for it.
No, I mean her.
Bringing up a kid in an atmosphere like that.
Wonderful.
Well, there's a lot like her nowadays,
even in a place like this
I could name you a couple a dozen
and not just the likes of her either.
I mean respectable, middle class ladies
getting the little extras in life.
Times are hard Clive, my son.
Try and be a bit more charitable.
You sell what you got available.
Tell you what though,
she's nicked my bloody fags.
Should have turned right there by the way.
Didn't I say.
How do you live with the knowledge
that your kid might be dead?
I mean how do you live?
I don't know son, you just do.
I'd give her a wide berth by the way.
Get within four feet
she'll eat your wing mirror.
Who's that?
That is old Annie.
Annie Stefanopolous,
Annie the cat lady.
She goes everywhere on that old bike of hers
Iooking after stray cats.
She feeds them, nurses them.
Takes them down to the vets
and has their what's it's chopped off.
I hear they put you with old Jack then.
How you making out?
Yeah, he's okay.
You can say goodbye to your sex life.
I can tell you that much.
DI Frost has a reputation for keeping long hours.
PW Wallace, DC Barnard, Clive.
Hi.
Chief Constable's his uncle.
She's not saying she's in any pain, right?
Do you want me there when the doctor comes?
I can be.
I mean, of course, I can be.
Well, I don't know.
It won't be early.
We got this missing girl thing.
You're a sweetheart, thanks.
Oh, and there should be a brown manila file
on the kitchen table.
Be a love and put it on the stairs
where I won't miss it, will you?
And you will let me know if anything happens?
Yeah.
Thanks, bye.
Oh shit, washing machine.
Sergeant Johnson says to tell you
they've checked the local weirdoes
and the only one they can't lay their hands on so far
is Michael Hoskins.
Sick Mick Who'd want to lay hands on him?
Well apparently, he hasn't been home all night.
His mom will be pleased.
Give her a chance to change the sheets.
What is this?
Beef.
Talk about rare, it's still moving.
(knock on door)
Come.
Bit of luck with the bloke guv.
Barry James Farnhan,
Iives at Lefington,
teaches English at Granford High.
Thanks.
Mr. Farnhan, sorry to trouble you sir.
We're from Denton CID.
Detective Inspector Frost, DC Barnard.
Just a quick word if that's all right sir.
Might I see your identification?
Absolutely, sir.
Quite right sir.
Constable, show the gentleman your nice new wallet card.
What's it all about?
Can't be my car. I don't drive one.
Oh no, just a few questions sir.
Why couldn't you wait until I got home.
Because we were told that you were here
and because the nature of our inquiry
means that we can't waste time
pissing about with niceties.
Alright sir?
Thank you sir.
You know a woman called Linda Uphill, Mr. Farnhan?
1 7 Celston Avenue, Denton.
No.
Well, we understand you have
a business arrangement with her.
I'm sorry, you must be mistaken.
She says that you were with her
yesterday afternoon.
Now in view of what you're saying,
she must be lying.
So if you come back with us
I'm sure we can get it sorted out.
Off we go then.
All right.
Yes, I do know her.
What's happened to her?
Why should anything have happened to her?
Well, women in her position.
Women in her position,
very nicely put Mr. Farnhan.
It's not her, it's her daughter.
Tracy.
You know her then?
No, but Linda talks about her.
She's very proud of her.
And she's very worried about her sir.
You see, the kid's gone missing.
Now you left Mrs. Uphill at half three,
is that right sir?
Yes, usually it's earlier, but..
You didn't see the child at all?
No, no why should I?
Linda is always very careful
to keep her family life quite separate from ...
You left the house
and you went straight to the station?
No, I ...
I had to visit my aunt.
I go there every Sunday for tea after I've..
She lives in the senior citizens bungalows
on the southern housing estate.
Your Sundays are one long round of pleasure
aren't' they sir?
First, a spot of naughties at Chez Linda,
then tea with your auntie.
No wonder your skin's in such good condition.
The address.
Now look,
you won't go round worrying her.
She's an old lady and her heart's not too good.
I specialize in old ladies with weak hearts.
Have no fear.
How they doing?
Keep up to scratch are they?
Yes, they're rather good this year.
Must have a good teacher then.
I try.
Worth money in the bank,
a good teacher.
It's getting a bit dark.
Yeah, all right, call them off.
Okay, Sergeant, knock it off.
It's a perforated ulcer.
He'll be away at least a month.
So it's over to you.
I'll look after the PR side,
press,
TV boys and so on.
Now you're in charge,
I don't expect you
to be doing house searches yourself.
I want you here controlling the operation.
Filling in the bloody forms.
Completing the necessary paperwork
and make sure they go easy on the overtime.
With that blasted helicopter and so on
I'm bursting the budget as it is.
I'll try not to let them take advantage of me, sir.
Advantage is only taken
when it's allowed to be taken.
You can tell them that
I shall personally be checking the figures.
Yes, sir.
Now how's young Barnard shaping up?
He'll do.
Don't teach him too many shortcuts.
All right, let's have some attention.
Thank you.
That's enough of the old moody..
if you think you're going to get it any easier
you're mistaken.
Give us a kiss sir..
Hey.
Sorry Guv.
Okay, fill me in.
What sightings do we have?
Fifteen.
But only one of them sounds promising.
It's a bloke in a car.
He's pretty certain
he saw her walking away from St. Mark's
with a man and a woman.
Now the woman was wearing a white fur coat,
a bit flashy.
That's what made him notice.
(unintelligible)
It doesn't open till seven.
Alright, I'll do that.
What about sick Mick
No guv.
We'll try the public library.
It's nice and warm in there.
He's trying to educate himself.
That's two quid you owe me.
Hey no, come on, a pound we said.
A pound for the game,
a pound for the information.
All right.
I'll tell you what I'll do.
Double or nothing, heads or tails.
Tails.
Sorry about that son.
No point in frightening the poor little darlings
by going in mob handed.
Where to?
Oh Yes, we go too...
Oh damn, that stupid washing machine.
108 Randlee Road.
What's at 108 Randlee Road.
A 14-year old by the name of Mary Louise Harding.
Tracy's got a thing about her apparently.
Thinks she's the bees knees.
And according to top spin Charlie back there,
Mary Louise's mom has got a white fur coat.
That poor woman,
my heart bleeds for her.
If anything happened to Mary Louise
I think I'd kill myself.
You will excuse me getting on, won't you?
It's all area finals on Friday.
Haven't seen you come dancing, have I?
Similar, very similar.
Stop looking so dreary darling.
That's a good girl.
Well the lord knows I don't get much pleasure
since her father took to the continent.
He's in heavy vehicles, you know.
Seldom where he should be,
which is why I'm partnered
by my second cousin Leslie.
Ha.
Keep in mind I'll wash your mouth out
Oh that reminds me, no chance of a cuppa?
But of course.
Tea or coffee.
Oh coffee, we go down a treat.
That's a good girl Mary Louise.
Thank you.
Use the Bolivian and the cups,
not those dreadful mugs.
And it was Leslie you were with
all yesterday afternoon was it?
That's right, practicing over at Bishop Stordford.
On second thought I think I prefer tea.
That's all right.
You stay, I'll tell her.
You borrowed your mother's coat, didn't you?
How'd you know?
By the look on your face.
So.
So, why didn't you tell us
that you seen Tracy last night?
Why do you think?
Because your mother would give you
stick over the coat.
Well done.
Now you listen to me my girl.
There's a little kid out there who could be dead.
So loosen your lip
and you tell me what happened now.
She's always hanging round me,
Iike a little sister or something.
I mean it gets on my nerves.
I had a date with this bloke.
He's older than me.
A quite bit older actually.
So that's why I borrowed the rotten coat
and some of her under clothes as well
if you must know.
Anyway, we were walking past the church.
She's standing there, Tracy is.
She wants to know where we're going.
So I say to her, none of yours.
We look around and she's following us.
Well, he got really short
and he started blaming me,
but what could I do?
She's always doing that, following me around.
Anyway, finally we managed to get rid of her.
I didn't see her anymore.
Whereabouts was this?
Near the old woods.
Well, now we know, don't we.
Done that,
done that,
wash mash, washing machine.
Remind me to ring him
first thing in the morning.
Oh, this is it.
Get on to HQ and find out what percentage
the crime figures are up.
Sort out last month's return,
add whatever they tell you
and bung it in for this month.
It's all right.
I'll sign it.
I'm the one carrying the can.
They only shove it onto their bloody computer anyway.
When you've done that pick me up in the canteen.
You won the George Cross then?
I mean I knew someone from this division had.
Well, how often does a copper win the George ...
It's all right son.
No need to get embarrassed.
You're not the only one who can't believe it.
It's me for a start.
You got shot didn't you?
Twice.
Once in the chest,
which was very nasty
and once in the head.
Luckily, it went straight through my brain
so it didn't do any damage.
Oh yes, I'm famous now.
Every time I get mentioned in the paper,
Iike local detective solves up court case.
They put a little footnote in about my medal.
Why do you think your uncle loves me so much?
I did most of my courting in these woods.
I lost my cherry here come to think about it.
Under a crabapple tree
with the vague assistance
of a young lady called Bell Parkinson.
We used her mac,
her being in the Salvation Army.
Where does this lead?
To the quarry.
Well at first light I want it searched.
Get it organized for me Arthur.
Come on son, bring it with you.
Oh Arthur.
Yes, Jack.
Get a WPC to meet me at Mrs. Uphill's will you.
I sewed her name in, for school
It didn't stay on five minutes.
I wish I had something better to tell you Linda Love, but ...
I know.
Here I've got your fags.
Look, I think it might be a good idea
if I ask the WPC here to stay the night with you.
No.
I've been alone since I was 15.
I'll be all right, I promise you.
Alright.
You just,
you just have to believe the best, don't you?
George told us to tell you
he's checked out Mary Louise's boyfriend,
Philip Carey.
He's her mother's ex-dancing partner
would you believe?
I would, I would.
He was sweating,
but George is pretty sure he's in the clear.
He was back with mamma
ten minutes after dropping off Mary Louise.
All right, thanks.
No good you said.
No, no, it's been bad.
She's been saying something
about someone called Billy.
Yeah, that's me, Billy, Bill, William.
She was always insisted
on calling me by my right name.
Something about a holiday.
Yeah.
We were supposed to be going to see her sister.
She lives in America,
a place called Johnstown.
I'll make you a cup of tea before I go.
Thank you.
Jack, I don't think it's going to be long.
There you go.
Thanks.
You wouldn't fancy a cup of coffee I suppose?
I don't think your landlady would approve.
No.
I don't have a landlady.
Morning guv.
What time do you call this?
Quarter to eight.
Overslept did we.
Well, no, but we didn't finish till late.
We're not finished till it's finished Constable,
besides I get lonely.
Taste that.
I think the milk's off.
I had a fag last night,
only one but I'm not pleased with myself.
Now what's this, check auntie, what's that mean?
Farnhan, he said he was with his aunt.
Right.
Okay here you are.
You take the car and go be nice to auntie.
Then I want you to come and meet me in the woods.
Now there's an offer, right?
Did you bring your boots?
No, of course, you didn't.
See if you can get hold of some, come on.
Well, I can't see us covering in less than two days,
but which time even if she just did wander off,
she'll be in bird's eye country.
Old Annies place there, did you check that out?
Yes, yesterday.
There's nothing there but her bloody cats.
She must have been out collecting more of them.
What a dump.
I was told this is a VIP suite.
Morning gents.
Anything for me?
Sorry Stanley, I'm not allowed
to talk to members of the press.
Strict instructions from Oberleutnant Mullett.
See you got the divers out.
Can't put anything past him can you?
He's got the eye of an eagle.
Well, now I've taken the trouble to come,
I hope she's in there.
I see the Green party's
been having a picnic again.
They found the same (unintelligible) trolley
at Mulliger Airport last year.
Makes you wonder, doesn't it gents.
I'm off.
George, keep in touch.
Okay guv.
Spot on son.
You must be psychic.
Don't get out.
You'll get your nice suit all dirty.
Seen auntie.
He was there when he says he was.
He's so good to me she said.
He never misses a week
and he's always starving when he gets here.
Cross him off, you reckon.
Yeah, I reckon.
Ah, never much of a contender anyway.
Off we go.
Where to?
Oh, back to the ranch.
Hang on.
Let's go have a word with Annie.
Why you ask?
How many more times Annie
because she's gone missing.
No.
You didn't see her, right.
Fine, that's all we need to now.
Why for you not stop
and then come here all the time.
Why you say children are so special?
It's special for to come to my house
and calling me name.
It's special for to throw stones,
for to hurt God's creatures.
Were any of the others here on Sunday?
Children and a simple yes or no will do.
I don't want a bloody lecture.
Not children.
Give me pound.
Give her a pound son.
What for?
Cat meat.
She's as nutty as a fruit cake
and the state of that kitchen.
It's covered in rotten cat hair.
I keep telling you about that suit.
We've got Micky Hoskins guv.
You were quite right.
He was in the library
under unusual interests.
Anyway, we had a chat.
You're going to love this.
He says he couldn't have been molesting the girl
there in Denton on Sunday afternoon
because he was molesting a girl
at the Century Cinema over at Lexton.
I phoned the local police and it checks.
They got a complaint logged at half of five.
(unintelligible)
.. Jack, telephone, urgent.
All right, thanks.
Just what we bloody well need.
All right.
Let's have a look at the rest of it.
Don't stand there gawking.
You're supposed to be looking for a little kid.
Come on officer.
Hey, come on now.
Get on with it.
The doctor's on his way sir.
The doctor.
Oh yes,
we're not supposed to presume death are we.
Arthur, get his chest uncovered
in case our medical genius
wants to use the stethoscope.
Who's in charge here?
Ah, Jack.
I might have guessed.
Hello.
How did you find a body on a day like this?
Might have picked a day the sun was shining.
Let's have a look.
You called me a bit late I'm afraid.
An hour earlier I could have saved him.
I know, I tried to give him the kiss of life,
but he stuck his fingers up my nose.
All right, come on then doc,
time of death.
Well, your guess is as good as mine.
Years, 10, 20, perhaps even longer.
You need to show it to the forensic boys.
Half an arm and a rusty chain,
they'll love it.
I must leave you.
I'll let you have my report.
Report, what report?
You haven't done anything.
You want the pathologist.
It looks like rain.
Anyway he's paid more than I am.
Bye.
Jack.
Yes.
Were there any plane crashes
in this area during the war?
I have no idea, why?
Well, it looks to me the sort of box
they used for confidential dispatches, you know,
chained to the courier's wrist.
I wonder if he might have been
thrown out of a plane blowing up or something.
Could be worth checking.
Why not?
I have nothing else to do.
Hello.
Mrs. Uphill.
Yes.
If you want to see your daughter again,
get 2,000 pounds in used notes
and wait by your phone for instructions.
One word to the police and she's dead.
Nothing spectacular I'm afraid.
Everything rottable had rotted.
All we're left with is the metal objects.
The zipper from his trousers,
a couple of buttons
and here's what's left of his watch,
wristwatch, cheap pallet movement.
Nothing of particular interest.
A few coins.
Dated when?
The latest is this two shilling piece, 1961.
Well, bang goes your theory Clive.
I'm sorry.
Constable had an idea
that he might have been killed during the war.
Oh, I see.
What about these?
Two small desk keys.
Don't know what this larger one is,
presumably a house key,
but no number I'm afraid.
Only it's in surprisingly good condition as you can see.
But no car key.
None found anyway.
And what are these?
The remains of tacks from his shoes.
I see, right.
Well, you've given us our starters.
Now what about the main course?
What?
The box.
Oh, the box.
Yes, well we managed to get it open.
And?
Absolutely empty.
Mr. Garwood said he'd be with you in just a moment.
There is a no smoking sign actually, sorry.
Mrs. Uphill, do come through.
You must be worried sick.
I'm so sorry.
I need some money.
Yes, yes of course.
2,000 pounds.
But Linda, your account has nothing like that.
I want 2,000 pounds Ronald and I want it now
and I don't want you to ask why
and I don't want anyone
other than you and me to know about it.
But I'm only the assistant manager Linda.
I can't.
I want that money Ronald and unless I get it
I'll just speak to that fiancee that you've had
for the past ten years
and I shall tell her how
you spend your Thursday dinner times
because I'm at my wits end.
I mean it Ronald.
I really mean it.
God knows what time I'll get off.
Apart from everything else
I still have to help him falsify his crime return.
Maybe we should give it a miss.
Just come by when you can.
I'll give you a ring.
No need, just come in.
See you later.
Good morning Jack.
Morning.
So what's he doing with an empty steel box
handcuffed to his wrist?
Well, maybe what was in it
had already been delivered.
Then why have it still chained to his wrist
and why lock it up again.
No son, this one has got complications.
But don't you worry about it.
You sit there eating your donut nice and slowly
so you don't get an ulcer.
Meanwhile, I'll go and play
Mr. Plod the policeman.
Jack.
She's a nice girl WPC Wallace.
She's bright too.
Don't mess her about son.
Heard about my skeleton have you?
Yeah.
You get all the cushy ones.
Hello.
Did you get it?
Yes.
But you haven't involved the police?
No.
Because if you have.
I swear it, please.
You'll get your instructions later today.
Is she all right?
Tell me she's all right please.
Later today.
Hello, Mr. Powell, how are you?
Oh, it's Mrs., do forgive me.
Mrs. Fisher.
Yes, of course, Mrs. Fisher.
And how is Mrs. Powell?
Not very good I'm afraid.
In fact, she's deteriorated a great deal since you,
I'm waiting for her now,
she's having her weekly (unintelligible).
Have they told you anything?
No, only that they're taking her in.
Why do they bother?
For God's sake, she's riddled with this stuff.
I mean why do they bother.
I can't stand around here all day.
I just can't.
I mean what do they expect.
It's not what they want Jack, it's what you want.
Mr. Frost, telephone.
At least in my game there's always an excuse.
He's cleaned up very nicely I must say.
Oh yes, his mother would be proud of him.
Have a look at this.
Now this was not broke or chewed off by animals.
It was deliberately hacked off
with something like an ax.
Before or after death?
I can only surmise,
but I'd hazard it shortly after death
before serious decomposition took place.
I guess that the arm was severed
in order to remove the chain.
Yeah, but it was still on the arm.
Only suppose that whoever chopped it
chopped too high up
and wouldn't be able to slide the wristband
over the severed end.
The victim was probably fleshy, a little fat.
Try dragging your wristwatch up your arm.
You'll find it gets stuck half way.
Yeah, but why cut off the arm
to remove a locked and empty box.
You're the detective, not I,
which is why I'm surprised you haven't
commented on the best bit.
Good God.
And this is the perpetrator,
a pistol bullet.
We found it inside the skull with all the dirt.
Anything else I shall of course advise you.
How's Chief Inspector Alan by the way?
I was very sorry to hear of his illness.
Not half as sorry as I am.
Denton Police.
I'd like to speak to the officer in charge
of looking for the missing girl, Tracy Uphill?
That would be Detective Inspector Frost sir?
He's not here at the moment.
If you'll hang on.
Just tell him her mother withdrew a large sum of..
Mr. Hudson would like to see you Mr. Garwood.
All they could say was his age between 35 and 40.
Height 5'9", 5'1 0".
Extensive dental work.
That might give us something.
And his left leg had been broken
about five years before he died.
Anything they could tell you
about the security box?
It was very strong
obviously specially made for the job.
Sort of thing security firms
used to cart large sums of money about.
They managed to get the maker's name off the lock
which was Smith and Curtis.
They used to specialize in
safes and strong boxes and so on.
Went out of business in 1969.
Anyway, I've got records
of all the missing persons
between 1955 and '61,
but that might take a bit of time.
So I've had a word with the local press
to see if they could come up with something.
Alternatively, I could always stick him back in the ground
and dig him up when things get a bit slack.
(phone ringing)
Hello.
You haven't told anyone?
No.
You know the cricket ground on the old..
Yes.
There's a telephone box
just past the crossroads.
At 8:00 put the money in your bag and walk there.
Wait by the phone box
until I call with further instructions.
You're right Tracy Love.
What am I doing messing about with old bones
when you're God knows where.
And what am I going to tell your mom?
We're doing our best.
That'll really perk her up.
I've got to tell her something,
that's for sure.
(knock on door)
Don't give me anymore of that stuff.
Just burn it.
What did you make of that phone call?
What phone call?
There's a note on your desk here somewhere.
What did it say, this note?
There you go.
Caller wanted to talk to you
about the missing girl.
Wouldn't leave his name.
Just said, tell him her mother
withdrew a large sum.
Then he rang off.
Why didn't you tell me this before?
It's been sitting around here
for God knows how long.
If you cleaned up that mess once in a while
you might be able to find something.
You have paper not the a kid.
He's quite right, of course.
Hello.
Yes.
Yes, he's here.
Your friend, Sandy Longford.
Yes.
Hey, get away from her!
Hey!
So, I go to the files as requested
and what I turn up,
thank you very much
is the best story I've had in years,
which I have incidentally already
sold to the dailies.
Of course, you and I were still in short pants.
1961, let me see,
Kennedy elected,
first man in space,
Berlin wall went up.
Yeah Scotland did the double (unintelligible)
Ieft the city (unintelligible) cup final
Come on Sandy, let's have it.
Felton was a cashier
working for the eastern counties bank
on the old I Street.
26th of January 1961 when he left Denton by car,
driven by Junior Clark Ronald Garwood.
Destination..
seven miles away
to deliver 40,000 pounds locked in a case,
chained to Felton's wrist.
Car never arrived.
Found on a side road
well away from the route he should have taken.
Guard is found unconscious.
So badly beaten about the head
he still has no memory of what happened.
Felton and the 40,000 were never seen again.
Any next of kin?
His wife remarried a yank, no other family.
Now you said this what's his name, Garwood,
still has no memory.
He's back at the bank, assistant manager.
Spoke to him only a half an hour ago.
As you can imagine, he was quite surprised.
I tried to get a statement from the bank manager,
but he wasn't having any.
So looks as though I owe you a favor.
You know, I have a bloody good mind
to buy you a curry.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, he is.
I've got to go home.
Tomorrow Linda Love.
You can go home tomorrow.
No, I got to go now.
I said I'd be there when he phones again.
That was the bargain.
She might even be there waiting.
She's waiting.
They found her bag.
And?
Empty.
The 2,000 you mean?
Well everything.
The bastard.
Why the hell didn't she tell us?
Because she was afraid, that's why
Stupid more like it.
Well, not everyone's got your brain power have they Constable?
It's a pity you leave it in neutral most of the time.
I thought you ought to know someone just phoned for her.
He wouldn't leave his name.
What did he want?
He wanted to know if you were keeping her in.
And you said, yes.
Yes.
Get yourself another body and you go and sit outside her house.
Thank you.
What are we after?
Kidnapper my ass.
What sort of kidnapper nicks a woman's small change
and her front door keys?
I'll tell you the sort.
A nasty little toe rag who knows the place will be empty.
So not content with the 2,000.
He's going to pop in there
and get whatever else is going.
The cheaper they are, the greedier they are
and greed, my son,
is the biggest mistake of the lot.
Now you let him get in there
and you catch him on the way out
when he's got his hands full.
And when you've got him you give me a shout here.
I'll be here in Churchill Ward.
Now don't ask any questions.
What did he say to you?
Oh, I see.
Perhaps I should have done the same.
I'm afraid he caught me unaware, which is,
of course, what they try to do, these people.
And I suppose we shall have the police
asking all those stupid questions again.
God only knows what use it is.
And quite frankly the last..
Yes, I will.
I'm sorry..
Yeah.
Good night.
Smoke, drink, you name it, I abused it.
Get away.
And then one morning
I woke up and I said to myself,
Howard, what are you doing?
What are you what?
What are you doing?
I mean in terms of my body.
There we go.
Got him.
In the nick.
I'm sorry to hear your wife's so ill.
They told me downstairs.
I didn't know.
No reason why you should.
Come on, let's go.
And it was when I was leaving the house
that the officers arrested me.
What happened to Mrs. Uphill
was an accident.
I didn't mean her no harm.
I just saw it as a way of making easy money, okay.
Okay.
If you just like to sign that for me there,
there and there please.
Time is 23:45.
The interview with Darin Brennand
is concluded.
Thank you.
I don't know about the
I didn't mean her no harm bit.
I've been glancing through your form.
You not being a local,
I haven't had the pleasure
of your previous acquaintance
or acquaintance with your previous
perhaps I should have said.
But doing women no harm
doesn't seem to form a major part of your philosophy.
They wind me up.
I know what you mean sir, I know what you mean.
Women were only put on this earth
so us big macho men can give them
a right hand now and again.
What else?
Make sure that scum bag Brennand
gets a decent night's kick
'cause I'm going to throw the bloody book at him tomorrow.
First thing tomorrow morning,
get on to that bank and make an appointment
to see this Garwood bloke.
Right guv.
Where you going?
Home.
Have you done those crime returns yet?
Well, no.
Well, get on with them then.
I'm sorry son,
I'm feeling a bit low tonight.
Come on, bobos time
you look half dead.
Tell him to pick me up outside the hospital,
in 20 minutes.
Good morning.
Oh, hi.
Everything all right.
No change.
They told me you were here.
You want to know the truth.
Couldn't stand being in that house on my own.
Are you involved in this skeleton thing?
Oh yeah, up to here.
I mean just finding him like that
after all this time.
Well, can't keep anything hidden.
Not forever.
Just you remember that.
I know Mr. Powell.
Funny enough I saw him here only yesterday.
Powell, oh,
the bloke that was the bank manager, right.
I nursed his wife for a while
till she went completely.
(unintelligible)
He's the only one she'll let near her.
24 hours a day, how he manages, I have no idea.
Patience of a saint.
Oh, sorry.
Where are you Gerald.
Stay there darling.
I'm just bringing your tea.
Morning guv.
Is it?
I phoned the bank.
Garwood isn't in today.
Where is he?
They don't know.
Right, thanks very much.
He's usually out of the house
half eight on the dot.
What about last night?
Well, they were out till 12,
but they noticed all his lights were still on.
Yeah, they still are.
So he's not at work.
He's not answering the phone.
Car's still in the drive.
He hasn't taken the paper in.
So looks like I'm going to have to shove you
and your brand new suit through the window.
Thank you.
Waste not, want not.
Don't drip blood over the man's nice clean floor.
There's a good boy.
Guv?
In here.
Looks like he's been turned over.
Yes.
Him and me both.
Well, he was shot at a distance of a few feet.
Bullet's lodged in the skull somewhere.
I'll fish it out for you when I do the autopsy.
He'd fallen back, hit his head on the table.
Not that he'd felt it.
He was dead before he hit the floor.
Some people have all the luck.
Rough time?
Speculation again,
but I'd say between 8 and 10 last night.
I'll be more precise after the postmortem.
Quite a busy period for you inspector.
Yes.
So far this week I'm averaging a body a day.
How you feeling?
Better now.
Sorry.
To your credit,
you still got some decent revulsion left in you.
Couple years from now
you'll be flicking your butts in the socket
Iike the rest of us.
Well, what do you reckon?
Someone carrying a gun.
This is heavy stuff son.
Garwood was the assistant bank manager.
Chances are he could be
holding the keys to the vault.
Good thought Clive.
Thanks.
Get on to the bank.
Oh, and while you're on,
ask them if they had a robbery last night.
And if they had,
why the hell didn't they bother to tell us?
You sure you'll be all right?
You're sure you don't want me to come in?
No, I'll be all right.
If he didn't take her,
where is she?
Well, the long and short of it is
this one gets it the day after
we dig up his long, lost friend.
This could be a coincidence,
but from where I'm leaning,
it looks like we've got ourselves
two sides of the infernal triangle.
What's your next step?
Same as always.
Go out and ask a lot of silly questions
in the hope that we might
get a few not so silly answers.
What about the girl?
Oh Tracy, yes, we mustn't forget little Tracy.
Well, so far she's been seen in London,
Cornwall and Dover.
She's been seen on a lorry heading up the M1.
And a cafe in Leeds,
with two Pakistanis and a China man.
Outside a cinema in Bromley
with a bloke and a crash helmet.
Everywhere except here in Denton.
I'll extend the search area tomorrow,
but if we don't get a break soon
it's not looking good.
Yes.
I've got to go to this damn civic lunch.
Yes, I don't want to spoil your appetite
by you sitting there worrying.
In a couple weeks time,
Detective Inspector Alan will be back,
which means the girl will be
miraculously found alive and well.
The skeleton will walk into the NIC,
bringing with it the missing 40, 000 pounds
and brandishing a signed confession
to the murder of Garwood.
Rain will stop.
Poverty will vanish
and peace will break out all over the world.
In the meantime, yours truly
will attempt to stick his finger up the dike as per.
Have a nice lunch sir.
There's not much of a place
for a retired bank manager.
Don't mention Garwood until I'm ready, right.
Right.
I've been expecting you,
ever since I read about it in the paper this morning.
Poor Felton 'course everyone was convinced
that he's absconded with the money.
Even myself I'm afraid.
How well do you remember the day of the robbery, Mr. Powell?
I remember it very clearly.
It could help if you would tell us about it.
Yes.
I'm so sorry.
Just after I returned home from the bank
I was telephoned by Stephen Harrington,
manager of our Exley branch.
He wanted to know if we could help him out
with a large cash transfer the following day.
The 40,000?
Apart from yourself and the manager at...
Exley.
Exley, who else knew about the transfer?
Only Felton and Garwood.
The two clocks who would be making the delivery.
How many sets of keys
were there to the security box?
Two.
I had one set
and Harrington at Exley the other.
I personally checked the money into the box,
secured the chain to Felton's wrist,
told them to wait in my office until 12:30
and then left for my appointment.
What appointment.
A funeral, Mrs. Kingsley.
One of our largest private accounts
and a dear personal friend.
There was no way I could miss
paying my last respects.
I returned from the funeral
a little after 2:00.
Telephoned Harrington,
who told me that the money had not arrived.
I immediately informed the police
and the car and young Garwood were found
in a lane just off the main Denton road.
The police asked me to check
that I still had the keys to the security box.
I opened the safe in my office
where I put them and they were not there.
Did Felton have a key to your safe sir?
Yes.
Yes, he did.
Young Garwood can confirm all this, of course.
Presumably, you will be speaking to him?
I thought Mr. Garwood had no memory of that day.
Only as I understand it
from the time he was struck on the head.
He can most certainly
corroborate events prior to that.
I doubt it sir.
Last night someone put a bullet through his brain
just like they did poor old Mr. Felton.
Gerald, where are you?
It's all right my darling.
I'm coming.
Please.
Where did you go?
You went away.
You know I don't like you going away.
Well, you were asleep my darling.
Come on now.
Why are those men here?
They've come to see how you are my darling.
You must go now she gets very nervous.
It isn't her fault you understand.
Now why don't we read you a book.
Way to end up hey guv.
In a room, like a flipping museum.
All those photographs.
I suppose it must have been their son.
Pride and joy by the look of it.
What?
Pride and joy, the son.
Yes.
I suppose so.
You're dead aren't you Tracy Love.
There's always hope.
Yeah, there's always hope.
So either Felton was working on his own
and he was turned over afterwards
or he was working with an accomplice
and they fell out.
So we have a motive,
and the opportunity.
Well, apart from Harrington over at Exley
who died four years ago,
three people knew
that money was leaving the bank.
Now Felton and Garwood are dead.
So that leaves old man Powell.
If he did end up with the 40,000,
judging by the way he lives,
he hasn't done much with it.
Not unless he needed it for something else.
Frost.
Yes.
How you finding things here?
Fine, thanks.
Any problems?
No, sir.
Thanks.
Good.
That was the jolly ballistic boys.
Have we got those fags I gave you?
No.
Don't lie to me, give me one.
They say that the bullet that killed Garwood last night
was fired from the same gun
that killed Felton 30 years ago.
They suggest it might be significant.
You mean they were both killed by the same person?
No, by the same gun.
What did you give me this for?
Charlie, what have we got..
No, I'll do that sir.
Yes, sir.
Right away sir.
I sat there,
all night I sat there,
trying to feel something.
She was my wife and she was dying
and I couldn't feel anything for her.
Things started to go wrong for us
God knows how many years ago.
When we found out she couldn't have kids,
I don't know, she just changed.
We changed.
She suddenly became all house proud.
Everything had to be clean and neat and tidy.
You take one look at me.
With my job.
I'm a street copper,
that's where I belong.
But that wasn't good enough for her now.
She wanted me to go for promotion,
to be ambitious,
to make something of myself.
She wanted something to be proud of you see,
and what poor Carol got was me.
She came to despise me in the end.
I know she did.
I used to dread going home
to see that look of disappointment in her face.
So I stopped going home.
You know, I'd use any excuse.
Anyway I uh..
I met someone else.
When don't you?
I made up my mind to leave her
and the very day I plucked up courage to tell her
the doctor phoned me at the station.
She got cancer.
18 months to live.
She always had trouble with her stomach, nerves.
Anyway, she wanted to know.
She hoped she could cope.
She went to pieces.
She clung to me for the first time in years.
Her whole body shaking.
You will look after me Billy.
You'll look after me, won't you.
I said, of course, I'll look after you.
Of course, I'll stay and take care of you.
I went out and got so drunk.
I was still drunk when the call came through
about this nutter with a gun.
And before they could stop me
I was moving in on him.
You know what I was thinking.
All I was thinking was
go on you bugger, shot me
'cause I don't give a damn
one way or the other.
And for this act of outstanding heroism
I got a medal.
I think that was the happiest day of her life,
you know.
She was standing next to me at Buckingham Palace.
At last I'd done something
to make her proud of me.
And I wasn't even there when she died.
She'd of liked that.
You even let me down on that Billy.
Can't trust you to do anything.
I've got a copy of the medical reports
on the caretaker, Albert Burrow.
Remember guv.
He went missing shortly after the robbery.
The doctor says that
although Burrow broke his leg
some 19 months previous
there's no reason why this interfered
with the efficient performance of his caretaker..
(not listening)
Look, I've got a couple of things to do.
You stay and have a cup of tea or something.
I'll be back here in an hour.
What time was this?
Be about seven,
just before I phoned you.
Tell me about the son.
It's hearsay mind,
but straight out of the deep blue sea by all accounts.
Went to the RAF,
Ieft in something of a hurry.
Bit of a scandal about a mess bill or something.
Started a vintage car business,
that went down the pan.
Started something else, ditto.
Before he knew it,
he's got more creditors than this has got bones.
So 40,000 pounds
might have got him out of a lot of trouble.
Might have done.
Trouble is the robbery was in 1961
and he threw himself under a train in 1957.
Sorry Jack.
Not your day, is it?
No.
Not my day at all.
Wait here till I need you.
The editor told me
that he'd spoken to Mr. Garwood
and the bank manager who refused to give him an interview.
At the time,
I thought he meant the present bank manager, Mr. Hudson.
But now, of course, I realize
he meant you Mr. Powell.
That means that you knew
that Felton's body had been found
before Garwood had been murdered,
but you told me the first you knew of it
was when you read about it in the morning paper.
That is after Garwood's death.
You lied Mr. Powell.
You lied 'cause you killed him,
didn't you?
Let me speak to your wife.
No, my wife knows nothing of this.
I want to talk to her.
Have you still got the gun sir?
Yes.
I think that you ought to give it to me,
don't you?
What happens now?
I must ask you to come with me.
No,
I can't allow that.
I've already got one medal Mr. Powell.
I don't need another.
Alright.
It's because the box was empty.
That's how you know, isn't it?
Something like that, yes.
I knew you'd see.
I knew as soon as you found him.
My son, had so many grandiose ideas
he thought he was so clever,
but the scum that he mixed with are far cleverer.
They took him for thousands.
In order to get himself out of trouble
he misappropriated some 25,000 pounds
of his client's money.
That's a lot of money in those days.
A fortune.
He came to me
not for the first time
begging for help.
How could I refuse him?
My son, the light of his mother's life.
For sometime I've been handling the financial affairs
of an old lady called Mrs. Kingsley.
It was close on a quarter million pounds
Iying untouched in her deposit account.
She trusted me implicitly.
Getting the 25,000 pounds was not difficult.
No, it wasn't too honest either was it.
He would have gone to prison.
I couldn't allow it.
His mother idolized him.
To this day,
she has no idea how much pain he caused.
So you fiddled the old lady's books.
I had every intention of paying it back,
every last penny.
A month later he wanted more.
This time I said no.
He begged, but I remained firm.
This time he'd have to find his own way
out of the mess he'd made of his life.
He went to London,
wrote me a note
and killed himself.
His mother....
His mother was left completely broken.
And you were left to account
for the 25,000 pounds you'd stolen.
As long as the old lady was alive
I had breathing space.
For two years I lived on my nerves,
repaying what money I could,
terrified that my wife would..
then in quick succession I received two body blows.
Felton, my chief clock found out about money,
began blackmailing me,
threatening to tell my wife
whose health was already..
Then the news I'd been dreading.
The old lady died.
Only a matter of time before my deception was uncovered.
And then out of the blue apparent salvation.
I was asked to transfer the money to the Exley branch.
When I informed Felton
that he was to act as courier.
He immediately saw it as a way for me
to payback the stolen money
and for him to pocket the rest.
We would arrange for a fake robbery to take place.
I would slip away from the funeral
and set up an obstruction in the road.
When young Garwood stopped the car
Felton would knock him unconscious.
When he came round,
Felton would tell of a masked man with a gun
accost them both.
Meantime, I would return to the funeral,
throwing away the open and empty box
for the police to find later.
And the money?
The 40,000.
Money was in the last place
that anyone would think of looking for it.
It never left my office.
The box was empty the whole time.
The police would be looking for an armed man
with a sack full of money and find neither
because they were non-existent.
Now that is clever.
But something went wrong.
Something went wrong.
He's alright.
The windshield,
shoot the bloody windshield
The keys,
unlock the bloody case.
I changed into my dark suit
before going to the funeral.
In doing so,
I'd placed the keys on top of my filing cabinet.
They were still there.
You stupid, bloody old fool.
There was only one thing left for me.
To make it appear that the robbery had taken place
and that Felton was involved.
I took my keys before I left
to make it appear that Felton had taken them.
On my way home,
I threw them away
when it was completely dark.
I took him to the woods and I buried him.
It was only then I realized what I'd done
throwing away the keys
before putting the money back in the box.
How could I explain it if the body were found
and the box cut open,
and revealed to be empty.
I went back with a spade and an ax.
I severed his arm.
The flesh was swollen.
The chain wouldn't move.
I dug another hole.
When I returned home
I scrubbed my hands till they bled.
At a pinch I might just understand
how you came to kill Felton,
but killing Garwood.
I knew you would question Garwood
and if there was the chance,
just the slightest chance
that he would..
See,
I love my wife very much inspector
and she needs me you see.
I'm the only one she trusts.
She depends on me entirely.
Without me she couldn't exist
and if I were to be taken from her,
I didn't want to kill Garwood,
but it was his..
(gunshot)
You all right.
(gunshot)
(Police radio)
Mr. and Mrs. Gerald Powell,
shot her, then shot himself.
Sort of one sided suicide pact.
The newspapers are going to love it.
What's happening?
Is the pathologist having it?
No, straight to the morgue.
I mean I have to inform the next of kin.
There is no next of kin.
And old Jack got a thump on the head
so I'd stay out of his way when he gets back.
You all right guv.
Yeah, I'm all right.
Broke the door down, did you?
Yeah.
I thought you were in trouble.
That was a bit daft wasn't it.
You could have got your bloody head blown off.
I must have been (unintelligible) the poor old sod.
No.
He just loved her.
Not today, thank you.
HQ to DI Frost, are you reading me please
Yes, what is it.
Don't tell me you found someone else
with a bullet in his bump.
No, Jack, we found the girl.
She's all right Linda.
She's all right.
She was just left outside Casualty.
Sedated and wrapped in a blanket.
There's no evidence of any kind of assault.
Apart from the bang on the head, she's fine.
I'll see if I can get them
to get you a cup of tea, all right.
Mr. Frost.
You all right guv.
Seem to spend half my rotten life in this hospital.
Let's get out of here,
go and get some decent petro fumes down our lungs for God's sake.
What's this?
It's just a blanket
and the clothes she was wearing.
No, this, cat's hair.
You're covered in it.
Guv, where are they?
What?
The cats.
Annie.
What happened Annie?
Children, they come here.
They torment me.
Throw stones,
break windows,
call me witch.
Last Sunday she come,
the girl.
She see me and call me filthy names.
Where do children learn such words?
I find it best to say nothing.
They get bored.
They go away.
But this one.
She kept on and on,
and then she throw stones.
My kitten was outside,
my lovely white kitten.
She hits it.
It cry with pain,
and suddenly I am so angry,
angry for all those years
and I'm taking up a stone
and I'm throwing it and she fall.
And when I see what I have done I'm frightened.
I hide her and stop the blood
and give her medicine for to sleep.
But I know she need doctor
and I take her to hospital.
I know she tell you.
I know you come.
I know I must be punished.
Guv.
If I am not here,
who cares for them?
Who look after them?
Of course, the irony of it all is
that if the girl's mother
had been 20 minutes earlier,
that body would probably remained in those woods
for another 30 years.
Was the first thing that struck me sir
was the irony of it all.
I remember saying to DC Barnard
as they carted Powell and his wife off to the morgue
how ironic, I said.
If you excuse me sir,
I have some paperwork to clear up.
I was really very sorry
to hear about your wife.
If there's anything I can do.
Thank you.
Oh, and you better get on to the social services people.
What for sir?
A mother lets her young daughter run the streets
when she uses the home for prostitution.
Come on now Jack.
But that means they might take the kid away from her.
That's for them to decide.
But she loves that kid.
It's called care and protection.
Well, I suppose someone's got to pay
for that bloody helicopter, haven't they?
Sir.
And you will let me
have your reports in writing, won't you?
Take the car and I'll see you in the morning.
All right guv.
9:00 tomorrow,
pick me up half eight.
Guv.
Go on.