Denton police,
Sergeant Wells.
Alboree Estate.
That's the block at the end, is it Sir?
I don't suppose you got the registration number, did you?
No.
No, you sit tight.
We'll have a car go right away.
Lambert, Alboree Estate.
Who's the nearest?
Alpha Bravo 3, where are you?
What's happening?
control to Alpha Bravo 3, where are you
Alpha Bravo 3?
Hello Wayne.
What's the problem?
I've been calling you for the past ten minutes.
Must be in a blind spot
or else the radio's on the blink.
I've been checking the precinct.
(unintelligible)
Fat chance of that.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, alright.
Alboree Estate.
We've got a hit and run.
Alboree Estate, right.
Excuse me.
Pervert.
Okay let's go.
Everyone just keep on the pavement please.
(unintelligible)
Alright now, where were we.
Now you say the guys name was what?
Okay ladies and gents.
Come on, time for bed.
Does anyone got a telephone?
Do you mind love?
Sorry, it's confidential.
Oh sorry.
Hi it's me.
Can you talk?
Look sweetheart, I don't think I'm going to be able
to make it back tonight.
Oh, oh Constable.
You still here?
Oh yes.
You're fiddling my crime returns.
Sorry to say Governor
but I just can't make any sense of your figures.
I know neither can I,
but still keep at it.
Tell me.
Do I look like a pervert to you?
Sorry?
Forget it.
Oh yes.
Two more break-ins reported.
Tell you what you do.
Stick 'em in the unsolved robberies file.
If that's full,
shove 'em in the waste paper basket.
You're not serious of course?
No Detective Constable Webster.
I'm not serious.
Mr. Frost.
Yes Constable.
Robbery at the Sherwood Club.
At the Sherwood Club.
You said it sir.
Everyone else is out on this rape case.
Yes when I've had my cup of tea.
Tell me.
Do I look like a pervert to you?
Mike.
I don't believe it.
Hang on.
Better still.
You don't say a lot do you?
Sorry?
I said you don't say a lot.
I was brought up to speak when I've something to say.
I'm sorry gentlemen,
members only.
I'll need me an express.
Tell Mrs. Bowman that
the Sheriff of Nottingham has arrived, will you?
Bowman,
Archer,
Sherwood Forest,
Sheriff,
forget it.
Thank you.
Glad to see there's still some money about.
You a gambler, are you son?
Not me.
It's a mug's game.
Oh it's you Inspector.
I wondered who'd they'd send.
What you say Phyllis?
All the good coppers are out on a rape case.
Which one is this?
This?
This is Detective Constable Webster
and he thinks gambling's a mug's game.
Oh yeah.
Well as you can see I've really suffered.
Yeah.
(unintelligible)
The old man having a heart attack
and popping off like that.
The medical profession was dumbfounded
and that was just the private sector.
He had the body of a 20-year old.
A bit too often by all accounts.
You know the story.
I've been robbed.
Yeah sad.
Isn't that sad Constable?
What was the exact sum taken?
Do you know?
Do I know?
Of course I bloody know.
Five thousand, one hundred and thirty eight pounds,
it being Monday, one of our slot nights.
What time was it?
Just gone eleven.
Just gone eleven?
That was hours ago.
Yeah.
And you wouldn't be here now
if it wasn't for my farting idle solicitor
who tells me if I want to satisfy my insurers,
I've got no choice.
So just take the details and go to the bar
and have a nice drink on the house.
Then push off and leave the investigating to me.
Sorry Phyllis,
we like to beat up our own suspects.
It's one of the few pleasures we've got left.
So, why don't you tell us exactly what happened.
I've said.
All I want you to do is.
What happened?
There are two security guards.
Security guards.
That's a laugh.
One of them locks himself in here with the money
while the other one brings the car around.
Then he comes back,
gives the prearranged knock on the door
and they both go off with the money.
So what happened tonight?
What happened tonight is
Russell, that's the one waiting in the office,
opens the door
and gets acid or something thrown in his face.
By the time he's raised the alarm
the money and Keating, his partner,
have both left the premises.
So we both know who we're looking for.
Don't we Inspector?
Hello Leslie.
It's your old friend Jack Frost.
Mr. Frost.
What time is it?
Never you mind about that.
I've been hearing about
how you fought like a tiger
to save Mrs. Bowman's money from being nicked.
I didn't have nothing to do with it.
I swear I didn't.
Yeah I'm sure you didn't.
Come on.
Tell me what happened.
Me and Tommy are in the office
checking all the money's there, you know.
Tommy gets this call from reception
saying there'd been a call from the hospital.
His mom's been taken in.
Want him to ring back urgent.
So he goes around reception to make the call.
Why didn't he make the call from the office?
It's the internal line only.
Yes alright, alright go on,
so he goes around the reception.
And I locked the door.
A couple of minutes later
he gives the knock,
I open the door,
only it isn't him.
Someone chucking stuff in my eyes.
In terrible pain.
I'm blinded and everything.
I tried to grab him.
He's bashing me over the head.
Bashed you over the knuckles and all,
did he Leslie?
Yeah.
Well she's a hard lady.
Where are they Leslie?
Where's who?
Tommy Keating and the five thousand?
Sounds like a religious pop group doesn't it?
I swear.
We didn't have nothing to do with it.
Oh come on.
Called away on a mysterious phone call.
Do me a favor?
All right.
It was stupid.
His mom has been ill.
I mean Tommy's been worried sick about her.
We just didn't think, you know?
Besides.
Besides what?
Well we didn't think it'd ever happen.
I mean who'd be crazy enough
to cross Mrs. Bowman?
Not me.
And not Tommy that's for sure.
That's it I'm starving.
Let's go get something to eat.
So what are you doing here?
I'm with the hit and run Sir.
They're operating on him now.
That's his wife.
Slept through it all apparently.
Didn't even know he got out of bed until
a neighbor knocked to tell her what had happened.
Poor girl.
What's his chances?
His skull's smashed.
He's hemorrhaging internally
and he's 72 years old.
Excuse me.
Yes love.
My husband?
He's going to be all right, isn't he?
Of course he is love.
He's going to be fine.
Why raise her hopes?
He's going to die.
And you bloody won't tell her.
Jack?
Do you know anything about this hit and run?
Only that the poor old sod's in the hospital
and it doesn't look like
they'll be cooking him any breakfast.
We just got the computer feedback on the number plate.
The car belongs to Roger Massie.
Roger Massie?
What, if we can pull that little toe rag
the whole evening won't be wasted.
Cheers!
Hang on, hang on.
He phoned in to say his car will be nicked.
Oh surprise, surprise.
What time?
Eleven twenty-four.
And what time was the old boy knocked down?
Just before eleven.
So he knocks someone down,
then he phones in to say his car's nicked.
We're not going to fall for that one surely.
Well it's possible Jack.
Could have left the car, come back, found it had been..
Oh yes?
Well if he did, we'll find out won't we?
Don't you think you ought to phone Mullett?
Why?
Oh come on Jack, you know why.
Just because the little sod's mother's an MP.
Not only that there was all that trouble before.
You know there was.
Why don't you let someone else handle it?
Because I don't like being leaned on.
That's why.
Where's Shelby?
Shelby?
Blimy guv, you frightened the life out of me.
What have you got in there?
The crown jewels?
Yeah.
Look this hit and run,
any chance that anyone could identify the driver?
No, doubtful Sir.
By all accounts the car had tinted windows.
Well the owner reckons that his car was nicked.
So I want these details checked, doubled checked,
and checked again.
Is it all right if I have a cup of tea first?
No.
Do it now.
Not a bad place to rest your weary head, is it?
What's the plan?
Close your eyes,
Iower your head and charge.
Don't know, haven't given it much thought.
Go in, shut him up, see what happens.
What line is he in?
Young Roger, he's a property consultant.
His mum bought him his own business.
No other bugger would have him.
I take it he's not on your Christmas card list?
He arrogant he's nasty,
and he gets away with murder.
Because of who his mother is.
Money and privilege,
my favorite color scheme.
A hundred years ago
he would have been riding around
on his big black horse,
half pissed, enjoying himself,
knocking down the local peasants.
Now he does it in his big, black limo.
Come on.
He's fast asleep at this time of night.
After what he's done?
No way son.
You don't sleep.
You stay awake polishing up the lies
you're going to tell the fuzz when they turn up.
If you want answers,
there's not much we can do about it.
I reckon.
(phone ringing)
Denton Police.
I'm phoning from outside that new block of flats.
Sorry Sir, can I?
I said I'm phoning from outside that new block of flats.
Haley House at Beach Road.
There's someone on the fourth floor.
The fourth floor balcony trying to break in.
Can I have your name please Sir?
Eh?
No.
Control to Inspector Frost.
Come in please.
Frost.
Lambert here Sir.
We've had a report somebody tried
to break into the flats at Haley House.
You're near there, aren't you?
Fairly close.
He won't like it you know.
He could be in there with his head bashed in.
He could be out.
(unintelligible)
My job is not to upset him
His mother's a member of Parliament you know.
Get away.
Comes here quite often.
Real lady she is.
Always gives me a friendly nod.
How can anyone climb up the balconies from the outside?
Well these cat burglars they can get anywhere
when they put their mind to it.
All right.
We'll take it from here.
Thank you Sir.
I can't have you going in.
No, no, no.
You see the thing is he could be armed
and I can't expose you to any sort of danger.
Yeah, right.
Thank you Sir.
By the way, if you hear any gunfire, dial 999.
Can you hear someone groaning?
Quite right.
So can I.
Mr. Massie.
Mr. Massie?
He's not here.
Let's go.
Patience son.
Patience.
We ought to leave.
We shouldn't be here.
We shouldn't but Master Roger should.
According to the car theft report
he was just off to bed when he remembered
he'd left his briefcase in his car.
When he went downstairs,
surprise, surprise,
the car had vanished.
So why isn't he here
crying his eyes out, hum?
Oh here he is.
That's him with Mommy.
If you look carefully
you can still see the umbilical cord.
What you looking for?
Don't know.
Bits and bops.
This and that.
Anything to prove he's a liar,
which he is,
especially where motorcars are concerned.
He must have two of them.
Look this over before you get lost.
Anything else?
No, just Mr. Newman
and your appointment to the Town Hall.
Make some coffee would you?
Oh, and Sophie,
close the door on your way out.
There's a good girl.
(buzzer)
Yes?
There's a Mr. Longford for you,
the Editor of the Denton News.
Put him on.
Good morning Mr. Massie.
Sandy Longford, Denton Evening News.
We have met actually with your mother.
Yes.
I do remember Mr. Longford.
What is it you want?
I was hoping you'd give me
a statement about last night.
All I know is that my car was stolen.
I understand that the victim
is in a very serious condition.
The victim.
What victim?
The hit and run victim.
Didn't the police tell you?
A Mr. Hickman.
They don't expect him to...
Good morning Sergeant Johnson.
Good morning Sir.
How's your neck?
Much better Sir.
It's my back actually.
Oh, I thought it was your neck.
That was last time.
You know it really struck me this morning
how incredibly dreary this lobby is.
Oh yes Sir.
Needs cheering up.
It's bad public relations.
See if you can't get hold of some flowers
or houseplants or something.
Yes Sir.
Good idea Sir.
Good.
I'm a copper, not a bloody landscape gardener.
Well you wouldn't be, would you?
Not with your back.
(phone ringing)
Frost.
It's Johnny.
Oh hi Johnny.
How's your neck?
It's my back, not my neck.
Anyway, Mullett wants to see you tout suite.
I thought he might.
Someone's told him about Roger Massie,
haven't they?
You should have told him yourself Jack.
You know all that trouble there was before.
Oh no, don't you start.
Tell him I'm ever so sorry
but I'm popping around to see
if Tommy Keating is still in residence.
Please yourself.
I thought we might go and see a film tonight.
I'm working.
I thought you had time off.
It's been changed.
Well I might go on my own then.
I wouldn't start tidying the place up.
I'm putting in for a transfer.
We've only been here six months.
Why this time?
I don't like it here.
I don't like the people I'm working with.
Alright?.
I'm sorry,
I didn't want it to be like this alright?
What are we going to do Roger?
I'll look after it.
I promise.
I would have (unintelligible)
I really would have (unintelligible)
I know, I know.
All right Constable, amaze me.
Well Sir if Keating came home last night
his landlady didn't hear him.
Mind you she said she never hears him.
He usually comes in between four and five
in the morning.
I've looked in his room.
It's been torn to pieces.
And she didn't hear that either?
Presumably whoever did it was looking for the money.
Not just the money Constable.
Mrs. Bowman's a very spiteful lady.
He who pinches my purse steals trash
but he who philters my good name,
gets both his legs broken.
That reminds me.
My washing machine's up the spout again.
Obviously I have to tell you, please.
I don't want you to get involved.
Of course I'm involved.
You're my son.
Did you really think they'll keep me out of it?
My God they'll have a field day
just like they did the last time.
You and your damned cars.
If your father was here...
Well he isn't here, is he?
Swear to me that you had nothing to do with it.
I had nothing to do with it.
Do you know anything about this hit and run?
Only that Roger Massie was involved.
Well that's not certain.
He claims the car was stolen.
Balls.
Jim, any half decent QC
can tear a badly prepared case to ribbons.
I can't allow that to happen.
But if we get a good prosecuting counsel
it won't happen.
You know what I'm trying to say Jim.
Don't make me spell it out.
I think you better Sir.
I'm concerned that the wrong officer
may be in charge of this investigation.
Well you're not suggesting
someone else should take over, are you Sir?
Because a lot of people
might see that as being, shall we say,
influenced by external pressure.
I'm trying to preserve
the reputation of this force.
Then I'm sure you'll give Inspector Frost
all the support he requires.
I know the rest of us will Sir.
Mullett in, is he?
He's got someone with him.
Oh yeah, who's that?
Stella Massie.
The little tinker...
He said he didn't want to be disturbed.
I'll bet he did.
Through no fault of his own
my son has been involved in this
unfortunate hit and run business.
He wasn't driving.
He wasn't in the car.
But we can imagine the headlines, can't we?
Son of Law and Order MP
Butchers Senior Citizen
in Hit and Run.
Now you know
I'm not asking for special treatment.
But what I do ask for
is a fair and unbiased investigation.
Mrs. Massie,
if your son is innocent,
then we shall prove it.
That's all I ask.
That you do your duty without prejudice
and without malice.
You wanted to see me Sir?
Not now Frost.
Oh sorry Sir.
Didn't know you had, oh it's you Madam.
How nice to see you again.
How's the world at Westminster?
Keeping out of mischief are they?
Mrs. Massie is here about her son.
Oh yes?
This is all very embarrassing Inspector.
Not for me it isn't madam.
To come straight to the point.
I am concerned that your personal dislike of my son
should not cloud your professional judgment.
Personal dislike?
Oh come now Inspector.
Twice in the past.
Twice in the past your son has been charged
with reckless driving.
And twice in the past
he's got away with it.
Sorry.
He's been proved not guilty.
He was not guilty.
And if he's not guilty this time,
I shall be the first one to give him a lollipop.
As I said before, Mrs. Massie,
I have every confidence that Inspector Frost
will carry out this investigation.
Innocent until proven guilty Inspector.
Quite right Madam.
And the day that I think otherwise
is the day I take an early bath.
Now if you'll excuse me Sir.
I've got to go and see
if I can locate a missing witness.
He's only a security guard.
No one of any importance.
You do know that Mr. Massie and his solicitor
are waiting downstairs, do you?
No I didn't Sir.
Thank you very much for telling me.
I won't keep them a moment longer.
Eleven fifteen p.m.
I realized that some papers I needed
were still in my briefcase in my car.
Ah, oh yeah.
Eleven twenty I went down to where I'd left my car,
Registration number G956CYE.
To my concern the car was not there.
Oh, poor little soldier.
I presumed it had been stolen
so I immediately informed the police.
I then returned to my flat and went to bed.
Oops, there goes another one.
The first I knew about the hit and run
was when a newspaper reporter
telephoned me at my office this morning.
I was extremely distressed
and I immediately contacted my solicitor
and arranged to come to the police
to help them in any way I can.
Oh, well that's sweet.
Isn't that sweet?
That's it.
I've waited long enough.
I'm off.
Your mother would prefer you to wait.
Sorry to have kept you waiting gentlemen.
The pressure of business.
I understand you've got something to tell us
Mr. Massie?
Presumably you've already had sight
of my client's prepared statement?
Yes,
yes I have
and very nicely typed it was too.
Oh, before we proceed
I've got some good news for you Mr. Massie.
We found your car.
Yes, it was parked in the lay by
near the leisure center.
Not too badly damaged either.
Just wash off all the blood and brains
and it'll come out like new.
Naturally we're pleased
at the recovery of the car.
But my client is most distressed
that while it was stolen and out of his possession
it was involved in this unfortunate hit and run.
Stolen.
That's what happened to it.
Now look here.
I got better things to do than sit here listening
to a minor public servant exercising his well-known
and cheap sense of humor.
No doubt Mr. Hickman's got better things to do
than lie in a hospital with tubes
coming out of every orifice.
But some of us can't pick and choose,
can we Mr. Massie?
Right.
That's it.
I've made my statement.
I'm going.
Just one or two minor points
before you go Mr. Massie.
It won't take a moment.
Please sit down.
Thank you.
There's an underground car park
at the block of flats
with electronically controlled gates.
We wondered why your client didn't use it.
It's all right.
I do use it.
Not always.
It depends.
On what Sir?
On how idle I'm feeling.
Satisfied?
When we found your car,
the briefcase wasn't in it.
You said you went to your car
to fetch the briefcase.
I think that before Mr. Massie answers
any more questions.
I told you it's all right.
Presumable it was taken by the thief.
Of course.
A briefcase full of office papers.
A very valuable commodity.
That reminds me.
How many briefcases have you got Mr. Massie?
One.
How many do you think?
Oh I don't know.
There are Christmas presents,
things like that.
Well I think that's all gentlemen.
Just one more thing Mr. Massie.
I noticed from your statement
that you said that after you'd reported
your car stolen to the police,
you returned to your flat,
and you went to bed.
That's right.
Tell him Constable.
You may not be aware of it Sir
but in the early hours of this morning
we received an anonymous phone call
reporting that a man had been seen
trying to break into the balcony window
of a fourth floor flat.
It was your address.
No I wasn't aware.
But how does it concern me?
Because when we investigated the incident
we checked all the flats on that floor
but we couldn't get a reply from you.
So fearing for your safety
we got the pass key from the caretaker
and entered your flat.
Happily there was no sign of any intruder.
But there was no sign of you either Sir.
And your bed hadn't been slept in.
You say you had the temerity
to break into my private flat?
I've explained the circumstances to you Sir
and I'm sure that you would be the first
to complain if a public servant such as myself
failed in his...
Bastard!
You cunning little bastard!
At this stage we have nothing further to say Inspector.
And if you don't mind I'd like a word with my client in private
since I may have misunderstood his instructions.
I'm not having.
We have nothing further to say until
we have reconsidered our position.
Then I shall leave you to reconsider your position.
Oh, and I think it's only fair to mention,
so we can get all over in one hit,
we've got a witness that seen your client
drive his car away from the block of flats
yesterday evening.
I'll send in a cup of tea and some aspirins,
shall I?
Witness.
What witness?
Oh why should he be the only one allowed
the occasional balking?
Look, I don't want to get involved in this.
We should do things...
Oh stop being so bloody prissy.
If you don't like my methods,
you go upstairs and complain.
He'll only be too pleased to listen.
In the meantime you buck your ideas up.
You're getting on my nerves.
Look, I've got to go.
I don't know, I don't know.
Look, I'll speak to you later.
Hello.
You're up then?
I thought you were going to have a lay in.
I was, they rang.
They want me in.
Does that mean you won't be home tonight?
It depends.
But I wouldn't bank on it.
Oh David.
Yeah I know, I know.
Think of the overtime.
Well you do so much overtime.
We'll need it soon won't we?
Hey little man.
We'll need it.
Are you going now?
Soon.
I'll make you a sandwich.
No, that's all right.
I'll get something at the Canteen.
You know the latest, don't you?
Mullett wants vases of flowers in the lobby.
Stuff the manpower.
Let's have more flower power.
Jack, about this Roger Massie business.
All right Jim, all right.
I'll handle it with kid gloves.
Scout's honor, hum?
Yeah, well watch your back.
You all right George?
Uh-huh.
That reminds me.
Tommy Keating.
See if you can find out where he's gone will you?
Any pointers guv?
Yeah well if it was me,
I would start at Greenland and work up.
How's your love life?
One of these days
someone's going to chop your hands off.
I'm sorry I spoke.
Right, I'm off.
I want to get something from the car.
You wouldn't like to
pick up a prescription for me would you?
At Charlies, it's all paid for.
Certainly Sarge.
What do you make of Webster?
He's an unhappy man.
Unhappy, he's bloody morose.
I hear he's put in for a transfer.
Why would he?
He's only been here five minutes.
Family problems is it?
When isn't it?
How's business?
Mr. Massie was not at his flat last night.
He spent the night elsewhere.
Mind telling us where Mr. Massie?
I was with a girl.
Why didn't you tell us this before?
Because, because it was difficult for me.
My, my mother doesn't approve.
Oh your mother doesn't approve.
All right.
Look, I'm trying to tell the truth all right?
How long were you with this girl?
From about half six yesterday evening
until a little after eight this morning.
The car was stolen from outside her flat
and I didn't want my mother to know and so I,
Alright, I panicked and I lied.
I had no idea the car had been involved in
a hit and run when I phoned the police
or I would never have tried at all.
No, of course you wouldn't.
Mr. Massie was with the young lady all night.
They didn't go out.
And she will, of course,
corroborate all this.
We would prefer that she was not involved
but if necessary,
yes of course.
Look, about what I said earlier.
I was out of order.
I apologize.
That's all right guv.
I hear you've got some problems.
Look, if there's anything that you wanted to...
There you are.
Shall I pick her up now?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Wait until she gets inside.
We might get a cup of tea and a biscuit.
How'd you mean,
I've got some problems?
Come on son, it's obvious you're unhappy.
I mean why else would you ask for a transfer?
Who told you I put in for a transfer?
I just heard that's all.
That's supposed to be confidential.
Yeah, well you know what it's like in there
word goes around quicker than yesterday
But it's personal.
Nobody's business but mine.
All right.
All right son
fair enough.
Not another word.
Last night.
That was my night off.
He came around and we stayed in.
All night?
All night.
What time did he arrive?
About half past six.
He was going to go home at about quarter past eleven
but when he went downstairs
his car had been stolen.
Oh that must have upset him,
cars being his pride and joy.
He certainly wasn't pleased.
Anyhow, that's how he came to spend the night.
All right?
His mother doesn't approve of you.
Why is that I wonder?
I've no idea.
Maybe it's the color of my eyes.
Now unless there's anything else
I have to get ready for work.
What is your work Miss King?
I'm a croupier at the Sherwood Club.
Well, well.
She was robbed last night, Mrs. Bowman.
Robbed?
You've made my day.
Now are you going or what?
Carry on.
I'll sit here and think.
Please yourself.
How long have you known him, Mr. Massie?
About a year.
I met him at the club.
So he's a punter then is he?
He's a member, if that's what you mean?
Yes, that's what surprises me
when you said that you stayed in all night.
What I know of young Roger,
he can't sit still for five minutes.
He likes to go out.
He likes expensive restaurants, loud music.
He likes knocking people down in his fancy car.
He likes getting silly young girls
to provide him with an alibi.
I find you incredibly offensive.
Oh, getting the cue Miss King.
I find toffee nosed young yobs who kill
innocent old nobody's offensive.
Kill?
What do you mean kill?
Oh you didn't know he was dead?
Don't tell me your boyfriend didn't bother
to check that out before getting you to fake his alibi?
Or perhaps you were with him in the car?
Is that it?
Were you with him?
It's true.
The old man died earlier this afternoon.
The thing is Ms. King,
would he lie for you?
He arrived here yesterday evening and stayed with me
until eight o'clock this morning.
Now please.
Leave me alone.
You want to see me Sir?
Yes.
I want you to show me exactly
where you found this number plate.
Over here Guv.
All right.
Now were the two bits together or what?
No.
This bit was about here,
and this one about here.
Must have snapped off when the car hit that lot.
How many number plates do you know
that have fallen off?
No.
It's too bloody convenient.
Did they look for the screws like I asked?
Yes Sir, nothing.
Thank you very much Shelby.
Thank you.
Hey, stop him.
Stop him.
What's the matter love?
What is it?
I need to speak to that young policeman.
He's the only one who's been in you see.
In where love?
My flat.
Last night after the accident.
He's the only one who could have taken it.
Could have taken what love?
My jewelry.
I've been searching for it all day.
It was in here you see.
In my little box.
I always keep it in my little box.
And you say the Constable came in
to use the telephone?
Yes.
He sat there,
right next to the drawer.
The thing is love,
if he had taken anything
you would have seen him.
But I wasn't in here you see.
He asked me to go outside.
He asked you to go out of the room
while he made a telephone call?
Yes.
He said it was confidential.
Right.
Well I tell you what I'm going to do
for you Mrs. Lee.
I'm going to get someone to come round here
and have a word with you
so that you can make an official complaint.
And you are sure that the Constable has been
the only person in here?
Oh I am quite sure.
What do you think?
It wouldn't be the first copper
with sticky fingers.
No, I don't reckon it.
He's a pretty lousy copper
but I can't see him nicking things
off little old ladies.
On the other hand.
On the other hand what?
Well last night when I went to talk to him
he was by his locker and he shut the door
really quick like he was worried
in case I saw something inside.
No.
Don't believe it.
Maybe somebody should take a look and find out?
Oh all right.
Take my keys,
there's key for every occasion on that bunch.
Search a fellow officer's locker
without his permission?
You've changed your tune a bit haven't you son?
I don't like people who take what isn't theirs.
Copper or no copper.
Yeah, well it's not up to us now.
It's up to the Complaint's Department.
In the meantime let's keep stumm about it.
All right?
All right.
Yeah guv, all right.
Oh Jim, that number plate was deliberately removed
and chucked out of the scene of the accident
so the dumb fuzz would find it.
Yeah but why would he do that?
I mean what's the point?
If Massie was driving, agreed.
But supposing someone had nicked his car, you know?
Someone who wanted to get him into trouble?
Yeah, like who?
Well try this for size.
The girl said that he likes to bet with Phyllis Bowman.
Now suppose, just suppose
he's run up a dirty great big gambling debt
that he can't pay.
So she puts the screws on young Roger
by getting one of her cowboys to nick his car,
drives around the countryside.
You know causing a lot of trouble,
throwing the number plate out of the window
so that we know who we're looking for,
i.e., warning Master Massie that there is
worst to come if he doesn't pay up.
But, but it all goes wrong
because the cowboy
knocks down the old man.
He panics, dumps the car and leaves it.
The car was found near the casino
if you remember.
Well there's a lot of loose ends Jack
but I suppose it's possible.
Yes because the only trouble if my theory is correct
that makes Master Massie innocent,
which goes against all natural justice.
Make mother happy though.
That's even worse.
Just going to pop around the corner for a pint.
What do you want?
Just a couple of days all right.
Your in trouble.
Just a couple of days.
I suppose the car is nicked is it.
Your nothing but bloody trouble.
Get rid of it.
I don't want it here.
Very briefly,
criminal intelligence believes
we have an armed man on the patch.
Ronald Arthur Ustice.
Now he lived here in Denton
until about eight years ago so
some of you will have had dealings with him.
I know you have Jack.
That's right.
This afternoon he was
one of three men involved
in an unsuccessful bank raid in London,
in the course of which
the security guard was shot.
They split up and, as I say,
Ustice is believed to be heading in this direction.
He's armed with a shotgun
and believed to be
driving a stolen red Renault five,
registration number E391 PNW,
although chances are he's ditched it by now.
I'm asking the Assistant Chief Constable
to rubber stamp the issue of firearms
to authorized officers.
Anyone here?
Right.
As soon as you get the word,
report to the armory.
And remember, all of you.
If seen he is to be approached with caution.
I want all sightings reported immediately to control
and what I don't want
are any bloody heroics.
Understood?
Right that's it.
Ronny Ustice, eh Jim?
He must be coming up in the world.
You know the last time I pulled him
was for flagging a sweet shop.
He always was a bit of a nut.
Excuse me Sir.
Yes.
Sorry to bother you but we've got a Mr. Gordon
from County on the phone.
It seems that the absence of your crime statistics
is holding up the computer returns
for the entire country.
Are they really?
Good.
Where the hell have you been?
I know you're upset.
You've a right to be upset.
But there are things I had to do.
You do know he's dead, do you?
You do know that old man's dead.
Do you know what we've done, do you?
Ms. King,
I am Stella Massie.
Come and sit down why don't you?
There you go.
D.C. Webster.
Sign there please.
Well Leslie,
Iooks like you and Tommy Keating
are using the same decorator.
She didn't have to do this.
Why did she have to do this?
One way or another,
she thinks that you've dented her reputation.
I used to be in the fight game,
I mend.
This is my home.
This bloke that attacked you,
now are you sure there's nothing else
you can tell me about him?
Like I said, it happened so fast.
Think, now think Leslie.
His face, come on tell me.
You must have caught a glimpse of his face?
The lights were out.
He turned the lights out in the corridor.
His eyes.
Now come to think of it.
His eyes.
His eyes, what do you mean?
Did he have one blue one brown?
I don't know what color.
Just remember seeing his eyes
because the rest of his face was covered.
Maybe one of those pull on hats
and a scarf like pulled up like a mask.
Gloves.
Definitely gloves.
Yeah, and a watch.
A watch.
Yeah a watch.
What do you mean a watch?
Did he go tick-tock or what?
No, when he chucked the stuff in my face
I grabbed out instinctively
and grabbed his wrist, his left wrist.
Had on one of those big watches,
you know with the big heavy metal straps.
We danced about a bit.
The strap broke.
I felt it.
Heard him cursing.
Then he hit me.
You've been most helpful.
I'll I've got to find is a bloke with two eyes,
a wooly hat, a scarf, a pair of gloves
and a broken watch.
Oh yeah.
And five thousand quid.
Do you want me to do anything about this?
What's the point?
Hello this is Shelby.
I've just been checking the Manson place.
Are you getting me?
This is Shelby.
Evening Phyllis.
Have you got my money back yet?
No not yet.
Anyway you've been up to your old tricks again
haven't you?
Knocking down doors,
breaking up furniture
and you promised me you wouldn't.
I'm sure you're far too busy to stay for a drink.
Do you know Roger Massie?
Why?
Look just answer yes or no Phyllis, it's important.
Of course I know him, he's one of my regulars
He knocks around with one of my girls.
How's his luck?
He's a punter he wins some, he loses more.
Oh, so he's a good customer then, eh?
He is when he wins.
When he loses?
He needs a little nudge.
Has he had one recently?
Well as it happens,
I did have occasion to send round
one of my account executives
to remind him of his obligations.
And?
Mr. Massie apologized for his regrettable oversight
and immediately wrote out a check
in full settlement.
When was this?
What's today, Tuesday?
So it would be Friday.
Five days ago.
So if he paid Phyllis her money back
five days ago,
she'd have no need to sick the dogs on him.
All right I was wrong.
It's just that bloody number plate, Jim.
It just doesn't figure.
How are you doing with the robbery?
Well whoever pulled it
terminated all the systems.
He even knew old Tommy Keating's mum
was in the hospital.
It's got to be an inside job.
You still don't fancy the two security guards?
No, I just don't see it.
I mean if they were going to stretch their luck
they would have picked a night
when she'd got at least twenty grand in the till.
Listen.
It might be nothing,
but Shelby's gone missing.
What?
What do you mean gone missing?
Well he was suppose to sign off half an hour ago.
He was only doing a part shift but he hasn't shown up.
So get him on his radio.
He's not answering and according to Lambert
in control he hasn't made any sort of contact
in the last two hours.
You can't lose a copper in a patrol car.
You know what I'm worried about, don't you?
What if he's come up against this lunatic with a shotgun
and got himself into trouble?
He wouldn't go in on his own.
He'd call for backup.
Oh I don't know Jack.
Some of these young coppers
fancy their chances again Yeah. thing.
Well you can tell him from me it's a mug's game.
And besides, his radio's been on the blink all week.
And what we thought is just fun and games.
That's why we weren't too concerned earlier.
But if it is on the blink
and he has come up against this bloke.
Well have you tried his home?
He might have gone there.
Not without signing off first he wouldn't.
Well try Mrs. Shelby anyway.
Oh, and use some tact.
We don't want her worried unnecessarily.
In the meantime we take no chances.
You better cancel all leave and
get the off duty men in.
We'll have to organize a full-scale search.
I hope to Christ we're wrong.
Who's going to break the news to Mullett?
Well?
Well there's a bunch of blood over there.
So it looks like he was shot,
either moving to or away from the other car.
No sign of him.
Well I'd better get back and organize things.
I'll leave it to you then.
All right Jack?
Yeah.
Morning Sir.
Morning.
Have you taken photographs of this yet?
We're coming this side now Sir.
All right get on with it.
Where the hell have you been?
I went home.
You know I did.
Not according to your wife you didn't?
My wife?
Why is it talking to you is like pulling teeth?
I phoned, she said you weren't home.
Yeah right, I was on my way back to the station.
Sir.
What?
We found him.
All right son.
Go on, go and get a cup of tea.
What's he doing down there then?
He must have crawled away,
to get some help,
fell down the slope.
What with half his head missing
he crawls 200 yards?
Possible I suppose,
the instinct to survive
turning men into supermen,
so they say.
Have they found anything?
It's what they haven't found that interests me.
There's not a drop of blood in the car.
Rear windscreen blasted to pieces,
hundreds of shotgun pellets everywhere
but not a drop of blood.
Presumably he was already out of the car.
Then why fire the shot?
Maybe, maybe it was a warning not to try anything.
And then shoots anyway?
Not very sporting of him, is it?
Well?
Well it's impossible to be precise
in these conditions
but I guess he's been dead
between three and four hours
and then again I think
the post mortem can confirm this.
I'm pretty certain he was dead before he was dumped
but he wouldn't have survived long
with these injuries anyway.
Can we move him?
If you wish yes.
The pathologist won't be able to do very much here
all right, I'll let you have my report as soon as possible.
All right, thanks.
All right you lot.
Come on get on with it.
Come on.
Let's have him out of there.
Somebody's got to tell his wife.
I'll do it.
With due respect.
I understand she's pregnant.
If she sees a divisional officer
turning up at her doorstep,
well you know what I mean.
Yes.
Yes you're right.
Well I've met her a couple of times.
I mean if you want me to, you know.
Thank you.
Have you met her?
Do you want to do it?
How long have you been in?
Why didn't you come to bed?
One of our blokes was shot last night.
Oh my God.
Is he dead?
Blokes called Shelby.
You met him actually,
(unintelligible)
as I remember you had a dance with him.
Dave Shelby.
A ladies man by all accounts.
I haven't offered you a cup of tea.
I should have offered you a cup of tea.
No, that's all right love.
What about you?
Do you want a cup of tea or something?
No, no.
I'm fine really.
Come on sweetheart.
Here we go.
He loved his work, you know?
That's why he did so much overtime.
He said it was for the money
but I knew it was more than that really.
It's the job.
You'd know that as much as anyone.
Policemen.
They're all the same aren't they?
He was a good man you know.
I know everyone says that but
I couldn't have asked for a better husband,
and father.
He bought me flowers every week you know.
Ever since we've been married
a great big bunch of flowers
every Saturday without fail.
I always knew there was a chance
something might happen to him
(unintelligible) your job.
We used to talk about it sometimes
and he said if anything did happen
then he wanted me to...
I'll have to tell his parents.
It'll break their hearts.
Oh God.
Hello Jack.
How's she taking it?
Not now Sandy.
How's she taking it?
Look.
I've just told her that her husband's been shot dead.
This is not a time for a newspaper interview.
Come on Jack.
We all got a job to do.
You just leave her alone.
All right?
You just leave her alone.
David Shelby was a young officer,
a young husband and father
with a promising career ahead of him.
He was one of us.
I can assure you that whoever killed him
will be caught and punished.
That's all.
Thank you.
Seven years in a cell with your own TV.
Some bloody punishment.
I wonder if she knew
what kind of bloke he really was?
You stand there and listen to all that wonderful
husband and father stuff and you think you poor cow.
If you only knew.
Maybe you do know.
He was a wonderful father and husband.
Just sort of compartmentalize.
Lead two lives that don't cross
Jekyll and Hyde complications.
Yeah I suppose so.
What the eye doesn't see, etcetera, etcetera.
Most of the married men I know depend on it.
Sounds a bit bitter Constable.
No Sir.
Just realistic.
He tried it with me once.
It would have been quite flattering if I hadn't known
he had tried it out with everyone.
I mean you expect to get chatted up
and most of the times you can handle it.
But with him, I don't know.
There was just something really unpleasant about him.
What do you mean unpleasant?
I did a stint of night duty with him in the car.
And, of course, he started chatting me up,
which I could handle.
And then it got dirty
the things he was saying.
He asked me if I wanted to have a look
at some of his special photographs,
photographs he'd taken of girlfriends
before, after and during you know what.
That was his big kick apparently.
And suddenly it was getting heavy
and I started to feel very uneasy
and I had to say to him, listen.
I don't want to hear this,
any more of it and I'll report you.
All right.
And I meant it.
And he turned it into a joke.
He was very good at turning things into a joke.
A great salve to the male ego.
I was only kidding.
Why are you getting so upset?
I don't even fancy you.
After that he just went through the motions.
The odd grope,
the old suggestive remark.
Good old Dave. The ladies man.
Sorry,
I didn't mean to do a demolition job on him.
Why don't you do a proper job
and say he wasn't even a very good copper.
But not a thief.
Sorry?
Not the sort that would nick old ladies bits of jewelry.
Not from what I knew of him.
A lousy copper, a pervert but not a thief.
Too bad (unintelligible) is it Constable.
I took the car without him knowing.
He'd fallen asleep and I wanted some cigarettes.
Someone had blocked my car in so I took his.
I hadn't driven it before
and after I got the cigarettes from the garage
I decided to go for a ride in it.
It was exciting to drive after my little car and I
kind of got high on it.
Seeing how I could handle her.
I didn't know I'd hit the old man.
I swear it.
I didn't know I'd hit anyone.
I knew I'd hit those dust bins or whatever.
I knew I'd taken that turn too fast.
When I got back to the flat I woke Roger
and showed him the damage I'd done to the car.
It was then that we saw the blood.
I got kind of hysterical and Roger said
we should report the car as stolen.
So we did and went back to the flat
and phone the police.
At the time I didn't know I'd hit anyone.
Otherwise I would have stopped.
And I hadn't been drinking.
I hadn't had a drink all night.
Is that it, is it?
The time is 1 1 :26.
I'm concluding this interview.
If you'd like to make a formal statement
to the Constable here,
I'm going to confirm all this with Mr. Massie.
In the meantime,
you'll have to wait here I'm afraid,
in the cells.
Thank you.
You'll be please to hear my sweet
that I'm in the clear.
If that nasty little policeman phones,
tell him I was called away on urgent business
and he'll have to wait.
You do like sticking your tongue out at people
don't you Roger?
Some.
Only some.
If anyone else wants me, I shall be here and there
and then straight to a very boozy night.
I thought we were lunching today.
Ah yes.
Tomorrow.
Definitely tomorrow.
And collect this for me, would you?
There's a love.
Why didn't he use his radio?
Why doesn't he what?
Well he's there checking out the Manson place
he sees the other car.
Why didn't he use his radio?
What are you saying?
Oh I don't know, just painting pictures.
Well he gets out to go to the car
and chummy is on to him
before he could use his radio.
Yeah, but he gets out of the car
and wallop he gets hit here
where there's blood but no pellets.
Here you are.
Thank you.
Sir.
He could have been thumped.
Gun butts or something.
Sir.
We won't know for sure till after the post mortem.
Whatever.
But he ends up over here.
So either he staggered there under his own steam
and chummy followed him
or he was carried there and dumped.
What would be the point of that?
Oh I don't know.
Slow us down.
Hide the body.
Jack.
Who knows what goes through your mind
when you blow someone's head off.
Yes, one of the things I'd like to do, of course,
is to protect Shelby's widow.
She's already given us permission
to have her telephone calls intercepted
and I've arranged for a man to stand guard
outside her house to keep the press and TV boys away.
So no doubt
I shall get the usual complaints
at the press conference this afternoon.
Yes Sir.
Indeed I will Sir.
Yes.
Thank you.
I wanted to see you.
It's just to say I'm pleased this business
with Roger Massie has been sorted out.
Well the girl's made a confession.
I'm just waiting for Roger Massie to confirm,
which of course he will.
Where upon you no doubt will charge him
with falsely reporting the theft of a car,
wasting police time.
Conspiracy to pervert the course of justice,
making false statements and anything else
that I can think of because you know Sir and I know
he's bought that girl off.
Unfortunately you can't prove that.
No not without a bit of luck
and I'm due for some.
Who knows?
Did you get my cigs?
Is there anything I can do?
Yeah you can stay out of my way.
Since you asked, there is something you can do.
Quiet, shut-up.
Shooting this morning of Police Constable David Shelby.
Ustice is one of three men suspected
of having taken part in an unsuccessful bank robbery
in London in the course of which a security guard
was shot and seriously wounded.
I cannot warn the public too strongly that
this man is in possession of a sawn off shotgun.
You bloody lunatic!
Shut-up, shut-up!
I want you out of here Out!
There's no point waiting.
He won't be back until God knows when.
Yes hello.
No he isn't.
Yes, thank you.
He's upset you has he?
Yes if you must know,
I'm pissed off with him.
Pissed off.
Listen I heard about that policeman,
I'm sorry.
Yes, that's not good.
Look will you tell Mr. Massie
that the longer he plays silly buggers with me
the longer his girlfriend will sit in the cell.
It's not much of a threat I know
but I've been up all night
and I'm not at my best.
You should have asked me.
I knew he couldn't have been driving that car
because I saw him.
Saw him where?
At the Sherwood Club.
Not in it, outside.
Sitting in her car.
Who's car?
Her car I said.
Well you mean Ms. King's?
Ms. King, the flavor of the month.
Who do you think?
What do you mean you saw him?
I was there with a friend,
another pain in the (unintelligible).
We had a row.
We left early.
As I was leaving I happened to see Roger
sitting in her car.
He was probably waiting for her to finish or something.
She wasn't working that night.
All I'm saying is
that he couldn't have knocked the old man down
because he was in the car park.
Why didn't you say this before?
Because I wanted to see him dangle for a change.
Are you sure it was him?
I mean why would he sit in the car?
Why wouldn't he go inside?
I don't know.
Probably because of the money he owed her,
that Bowman person.
Three thousand pounds.
He must be mad.
I heard that he'd paid her off.
He gave her a check if that's what you mean.
Well you mean it bounced?
If it didn't I don't know why not.
There was nothing in the account.
I should know.
I keep the books,
if you can call them that.
So he signs a check Friday night
for three thousand pounds.
The bank can't clear it till Tuesday morning
because of the weekend,
and it doesn't bounce.
(phone ringing)
Hello.
No.
No but he'd like to know about Tuesday.
Yes.
I'll write it down.
No.
I'm sorry he can't get here now.
Yes.
Thank you.
Okay.
I will.
Yes.
Good-bye.
You know what I think Miss?
Hamilton.
I've got this theory that for every bit of bad luck
you get compensated by a bit of good.
Is that what they call lateral thinking?
How would you like me to buy you a cheeseburger?
Yuck.
I see Mullett's got his flowers then?
You can be an insensitive sot at time Jack.
Yeah well maybe it is time I hung my boots up.
I'd like to tell you a little story Ms. King.
Stop me when I go wrong.
One upon a time there was this parasitic prince
who owed a lot of money to the wicked witch
of the casino.
Now the prince having a witchy turn of mind
thought it would be a jolly joke to pay back
the wicked witch with her own money.
So with the help of lady Julia,
who was beautiful but knowledgeable in the ways
of the two broker's men, Tom and Les,
he does the business.
But in order to keep the wicked witch
off the scent he needs an alibi.
So he gets the beautiful lady Julia
to drive around the countryside in his chariot,
making a lot of noise
and throwing the number plate out of the window
so that Mr. Plod, the policeman,
will take out his thumb from his mouth
and point it directly to Prince Roger,
who there upon, will admit.
Yes Officer,
taw's I that caused the public nuisance.
He'll then pay his 50-pound fine
and have a cast iron alibi.
But unfortunately,
the beautiful lady Julia
Iays low a little old peasant.
Well Prince Roger,
he says I'm not going to carry the can for this.
So he and the Queen Mother
paid off the beautiful lady Julia,
nearly the end.
I have here a warrant to search your apartment
where I expect to find the best part of
2, 000 pounds and a few other odds and ends.
I can either break down the front door
or you can give me the key.
What's all this then?
I was taking the liberty guv
of looking for your keys.
I'm not that blind Constable.
It occurred to me,
well they'll be emptying Shelby's locker
that if he did take that jewelry
and they find it, well.
It could bring more grief to his widow.
That's what I was thinking about.
Yes.
And you were to go and remove it were you?
If it was there.
Yes.
You change your tune more times
than a Barry Manilow recording.
One minute your king of the rule book,
turning your nose up at me
because I tell one or two little porkies
the next minute you're an avenging angel
wanting to break into Shelby's locker
because you don't like thieves,
whatever their persuasion.
And now you turn out to be Mr. Softy,
wanting to break into it again
to protect his widow.
I don't understand you at all Constable.
In.
Christ.
We've got the bugger.
The suspect's leaving the garage.
Maintain position but do not intercept.
Repeat.
Do not intercept.
Inside.
Dessert Madam?
Just coffee.
Monsieur?
That looks nice, have a bit of that.
Good afternoon Inspector.
Yes it does, doesn't it?
Why don't you have some?
No thank you Madam.
I'll just have a couple of eggs and fried bread.
I'll sit down and join you for a moment if I may?
Do you mind?
Thank you.
Peach tart please Michelle.
Nasty business this hit and run Madam.
Still, all cleared up now.
Roger does know he acted rather foolishly.
Don't you darling?
I was just trying to protect Julia.
Yes.
Very noble Sir under different circumstances.
Yes.
Well I was wrong
and I expect to be punished for it.
Bravo Sir.
Bravo.
Oh dear.
haven't got the time, do you Sir?
No, sorry.
I understand, Madam,
that not only are you paying
for the young lady's defense
but you're also setting aside sufficient funds
to compensate the poor victim's widow?
Well under the circumstances.
And, and understand that you're setting up a fund
for the widow and children of PC Shelby
with a personal contribution
of five thousand pounds.
And they say that money isn't everything.
Well I think I'll leave you two good people
to enjoy your creme de menthe crepes
or what have you.
Oh, yes.
There was just one other thing.
Roger Massie, I'm arresting you
for robbery with violence
at the Sherwood Club
during the late evening of Monday last.
Your accomplice has made a full confession.
Now you're not obliged to say anything
but anything you do say will be taken down
and may be used in evidence.
Do you understand?
Do you?
Yes.
Jolly good.
Sorry about that Madam.
Usually comes as a bit of a shock.
It's all right Sir
there's no rush.
Finish your afters.
Just keep those people back.
Which one?
Number 25 Sir.
Any hostages?
We believe there are two Sir.
Mr. And Mrs. Dobbs are the occupants of the house.
Has everyone been evacuated?
Most of them Sir,
except the family in number 36 refused to move.
Refused?
They have no choice.
Get them out.
I don't care how you do it just get them out.
There you are.
Right.
You've all got your positions
and let me make it very clear.
I know he's done one of ours
but if we can help it
not one shot, not one.
Understood?
No.
You're fine.
It's all right.
It'll only take a couple of minutes.
Look I'm not mucking about and don't muck me about.
She can't breathe.
Shut-up!
You wanted me Sir?
One of the hostages has been taken ill.
A woman.
Apparently she suffers badly from asthma.
Jim Allen's persuaded him to do an exchange.
Two hostages for one of us.
He wants you.
Just when I was looking forward to an early night.
Apparently he can trust you.
You really enjoyed saying that.
Didn't you Sir?
If you are prepared to go in,
try and persuade him to come out with his hands up.
Oh right.
I was going to try and persuade him
to come on holiday with me.
Anyone got a vest?
Good.
He's coming.
Yeah.
Here he comes now.
Yeah.
He's on his way to you.
You see him?
Have you got him?
Yeah.
Well that's all right.
Just let him come.
Ronnie.
It's me.
Jack Frost.
Where are you?
All right.
At the top of the stairs,
on my own,
coming in.
Right.
Now you let them go.
That was the deal.
Mrs. Dodd what I want you to do please
is just to walk straight ahead across the grass.
Take it easy.
There's no rush.
It's going to be all right.
Now.
What's this all about Ronnie?
I want a car and I want petrol
and I want that lot out of here.
Now don't be daft Ronnie.
You know that they'll never give it to you.
All right.
They want aggravation.
I'll bloody well give them...
come on you bastards!
Listen.
I've done some bad stuff in my time
but I didn't kill that copper.
I was at Betty's placed pissed out of my mind.
Have you seen her?
You've got to be pissed to be in the same room with her,
never mind the same bed.
I didn't set foot outside the house
until I saw it on the tele.
Go and ask her.
She'll tell ya.
Well if you didn't do it Ronnie,
what are we doing in here?
They reckon I shot a copper,
one of your own.
I'll show my face down there and wallop,
they'll put a bloody gray hole in me.
Frightens people see.
That's why we took it when we done the bank.
You go in there all-hard and wallop.
You pop one in the ceiling
and it frighten them
and they hand it over quick.
That's why we had the gun,
in and out quick.
We didn't want to hurt the bloody guard.
He started to play the hero
and it all went wrong.
Besides, I didn't do it.
I didn't want to hurt anybody for Christ's sake.
And you won't want to hurt me, will you Ronnie?
Hum?
So why don't you put the gun down, you know,
before we have an accident.
I didn't kill that copper.
I'm telling you.
All right.
I believe you Ronnie.
Look, do, I believe you.
Yeah.
But it's them.
You trust me, didn't you?
That's why you asked me to come up here
because you thought you could trust me.
I am bloody scared.
I don't want you hurt
and I don't want me hurt.
So,
Iet's go downstairs,
and get this sorted.
You better not let me down
because I am warning you,
if you've been having me on,
if they start anything
I will blow your bloody head off.
I will.
Don't do that Ronnie.
Oh Christ.
You okay?
Yeah.
Fine.
Listen.
The pathologist wants to see me.
Thinks he might have come up with something on Shelby.
Fancy coming,
or have you seen enough mutton for today?
Yeah.
Lost anyway.
Right then.
How do you mean it's all wrong?
Well Constable Shelby was shot here
in the back of the head.
Well that's all right.
That's fine.
But it's here.
This exit wound.
He just isn't right for a wound made by a shotgun.
So I took some x-rays.
You see here along with the shotgun pellets
in the skull there are irregular fragments of metal
here and here.
You see?
Yes.
What are you saying?
Well I'll have to make further tests
but what I am saying is that he was shot twice.
Once with a rifle or a handgun
and then with a shotgun.
You mean at different times and by different people?
Come off it?
No I'm not saying that.
I'm saying that as far as I can determine at the moment,
he was shot two times in the head
and with different weapons.
Whether or not by a different assailant
I can't say.
But why would the same man shoot him twice
with a different weapon?
Well that's your job Inspector.
But to me it would suggest the second shot
was fired in order to obliterate the first.
I saw the man raise the gun
and aim it at the Inspector.
I saw the Inspector raise his hands
as though to protect himself.
I also think he shouted something at the same time.
I considered his life to be in danger so I fired.
There'll be a full inquiry of course
and a great many questions asked.
And rightly so.
I cannot pretend that I wasn't hoping
for a somewhat happier conclusion to this affair.
But you can expect my full support
and the support of every officer in this division.
Yes Sir.
Thank you Sir.
Mr. Mullett would like to see you.
Open it.
I said open it.
Quite the David Bailey, wasn't he?
What?
I don't understand.
To see pictures of your wife like that.
It must have torn your guts out.
You understand all right.
You killed him didn't you?
You shot him with your handgun
and then you blasted him with a shotgun
to make it look like our friend Ustice had done it.
And I'm going to prove that's what you did.
All right just at the moment all I've got
is a load of ifs and buts and maybes
but when I find that bullet,
when I match it to the gun that you were issued with,
which I will,
I'm going to tear you apart.
I saved your life?
Did you Constable?
Did you really?
Inspector?
Yes.
There you go.
You'll be well pleased with that.
I'm delirious.
Mr. Frost?
Excuse me.
I was absolutely wrong about my jewelry.
You see the man came to read the electricity
and you do hear such dreadful things nowadays.
So I asked the meals on wheels lady
to put it under the mattress for me.
I hope I haven't caused that young policeman any trouble.
It's so easy to jump to the wrong conclusions.
Isn't it?
Yes love.
It certainly is.
Jump in.
I'll give you a lift home.
Oh, thank you.