Right, I'm off, Jimmy.
What's the situation on that order to Spain?
Um, it started loading.
Be ready to go first thing in the morning.
Edinborough?
Oh, that's gone.
Payroll finished?
Oh, no, no, not quite.
There's still that overtime to calculate.
Oh, you'll manage.
You always do.
See you.
Yeah.
Hello, Kevin.
How you liking it down the tunnel?
Yeah, terrific.
It's going to be the best yet.
(unintelligible).
Ah, no.
Wouldn't hurt him to wave would it.
Well, you know, he's your dad.
Anyway, at least you're finished for the day.
When you've worked here over 20 years,
you don't get home at all.
Which is the office?
Second from the right.
Then there's the corridor,
then an outer office, then...
And it's always in there?
4:00 every Friday yeah,
just in the tray.
Nice, isn't it?
The old-fashioned way of doing things.
Friday it is then.
Same again, Rachel?
Please, yeah.
Stella?
No, thanks.
Cut it out.
What?
Rachel.
Since when did you mind?
I don't normally,
but there ought to be limits
even for you.
Well I just hope you'll be fair-minded, Jack.
Yeah, well, I was last time, wasn't I?
Well, yes,
but that was before we knew that she was...
Well, it doesn't bother me,
does it bother you?
No, no; no, no, of course not.
That kind of prejudice has no place
in the modern police force.
Ah, Maureen?
You remember Inspector Frost, of course?
Hello again, Guv?
Sergeant?
Right, well, I'll leave you two to it, then.
Thank you, sir.
Well, we'll have lunch.
All right, thanks.
No problem.
As I remember, it's your turn to pay.
So consequently we've had to cancel all the lectures.
Call the police!
Come here, you!
So, how's Shirley?
Well, that was the lucky lady's name, wasn't it?
When I was here before, you...
Yes, yes.
Yeah, I mean, everything's fine, yes.
We see quite a lot of each other.
Good.
And you, with...
Oh, no, finished.
Oh.
It's okay, it wasn't serious.
Oh, good.
Jack?
Hmmm?
Park House.
They've been done again.
What, Winkie and Twinkie?
Yeah, suspects on the scene.
Come on.
The D.S. and the D. I.
attending a burglary?
Well it's the fourth time in four days,
same house.
Got the place surrounded?
They think he's gone to ground in the Attics, sir.
Do they, really?
He's been in the frig this time.
Oh, yes.
There's more stuff missing.
Light bulbs.
Really?
It's just through there.
And still no sign of a forced entry again.
No, not since the first time on Sunday.
You know what I think, Miss Parfitt?
I think he's living in.
What?
Yeah.
(unintelligible)
Get out of my bloody way.
Hey!
Hold it!
All right, all right, settle down.
Settle one second.
It's all over now.
Come on, up you go.
That's it, that's the way.
There.
I think you owe this lady some rent.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
For goodness sake, Liz, stop fussing.
Thank you.
All right, that's the lot.
If anything else is still missing,
you'll let us know, won't you?
You fit?
Yes, Guv?
All right, we'll be in touch.
Yes, 'bye.
'Bye.
Last Sunday, yeah,
went through the kitchen window.
But when I walked around the house,
I figured it was big enough for three.
So you went bed and breakfast
and carried on thieving?
It beats dusting the doorways.
Oh, please.
This is a list of items reported stolen
from Park House on Sunday.
Some of them still seem to be missing.
Oh, I already shifted some.
You sold them?
No, I put them in storage like.
Where?
(unintelligible)..
Where's dad?
Mom.
Yeah.
Is he out with one of his bimbos?
Suppose he must be.
Don't you mind?
Just because we're loyal to each other,
doesn't mean we have to be faithful.
It is only sex, Kevin.
You going out?
Yeah, pub.
I'm going at 9:00 and then meeting Rachel.
Oh, right.
Is that okay with you?
Yeah, sure.
Should come and listen.
I'll probably hear you from here.
Walk on,
with hope,
in your heart,
and you'll never
walk alone
You'll never walk,
alone
Thank you very much.
Like to taking a little break right now.
You still all right for later?
Sorry?
I'll be finished about half 10:00,
so do you fancy come down the show with us?
Oh I can't Kevin,
I'm sorry, didn't I tell you?
What?
I've got to go soon.
Well now In fact,
I was just waiting till you finished.
Where you going?
I'll see you on Saturday.
Only play something more modern.
Rachel?
You need a dishwasher.
Yeah, you're not very good, are you?
Right, I'm going to leave the rest and be decadent,
wine in bed.
Good idea.
(phone ringing)
I thought no one knew where you were.
They don't.
Hello?
Yes.
Yes, she is.
Who shall I say is speaking?
Oh, right, hang on,
I'll get her for you.
Shirley, it's your brother.
Oh.
Hello David.
I'll come as soon as I can.
No, I'll, I'll leave straight away.
What's the matter?
Is your mother ill again?
She's dead.
What?
A stroke.
Oh, Shirley,
I am sorry.
I'm going to have to go up there.
Yes, yes, of course you are.
I'll drive you up.
No, you don't need to do that.
I can get the last train.
Yes, I know, but...
No, it would be awful for you Jack,
and I don't want you to meet my family
in these circumstances.
Look, that doesn't matter.
Really, I'll be fine, really.
Are you sure?
I...
I better go and...
I'll give you a lift to the station then,
when you're ready, all right?
Thank you.
There you go Kevin.
First in line.
Buy me a drink later?
Cheers.
It's the only way, son.
You don't know glass till you handled it.
You don't know men till you worked with them.
And you don't know women till...
Get out of the way!
You got to be joking.
Dad, for God's sake!
Dad, it's only money!
Kevin!
All right.
Ahh,
Jimmy!
He's dead,
Jimmy's dead.
Frost to Control.
What's occurring?
Suspect vehicle abandoned at Conduit Lane.
Suspect's (unintelligible).
So, where are they?
Don't know, sir.
There were three of them,
wages snatched at Boxley Glass.
One of them was armed.
Descriptions?
Dark cloths, hoods?
One with red hair?
Red hair, you come with me.
Come on.
Sir,
shouldn't we wait for armed support?
Good point.
Stewart Penrice, isn't it?
Blaggerd of this parish.
You here to confess?
I don't believe this.
Jimmy devoted his work and life to you.
What was it, 20 years, 30?
What do you do in return?
You get him shot.
Do you think I'm happy about that, eh, proud?
No, I don't see a lot of remorse.
Well, you'll want to open your bloody eyes, then.
That's all right, Stella.
Look, I can't bring Jimmy back, can I?
What we can do now is catch the bastards that did it.
Yeah, and anyway,
bookkeepers are ten a penny right?
Don't.
(Doorbell)
All right, I made a big mistake.
You've never made (unintelligible).
Oh, Mr. Boxley, can I have a word?
Yeah, come in.
Thank you.
Come through.
This is my wife, Stella,
this is Detective Inspector...
Frost.
You know my son, Kevin?
Yes,
good morning.
Well, the thing is, obviously,
where there's wages snatched,
there's always the possibility of insider knowledge,
and I was wondering
if you've got a list of former employees.
There's plenty of them.
He sacks one a month
to keep the rest on their toes.
Kevin, shut up!
As a matter of fact,
we've got a suspect in custody.
And I was wondering if you'd be willing
to attend an ID parade.
Yeah, too right, I would.
This way, sir.
The two in the back,
can you just shuffle forward a little bit?
Number 7.
You marked his card for him.
Oh, yes.
Why would I do that?
Because I've got form and I was in the area.
Oh, dear, victimization.
I am sorry.
I'll get you a complaints form.
Later.
ID's not enough anyway.
Sorry, who told you that then?
What?
Identification is all we've got?
Yeah, yeah.
Do you know what they make at Boxley's Glass Factory?
I suppose I could hazard a guess.
Yeah, and if you guessed glass,
you'd be correct and go to top of the class.
Do you know what was in that yard
before you jumped in your getaway car?
Hmm?
I'll tell you.
It was a great big skip,
full of broken glass,
misshapes.
They throw all the rejects in that great big skip,
to be smashed.
And do you know what happens to glass when it smashes?
Hmm?
All the air around it
becomes full of tiny fragments,
particles,
invisible to the naked eye.
And they settle on the ground in a great big carpet.
You can't see them, but they are there.
Consequently, what do you think
would happen to someone
who was wearing say, trainers who,
you know, walked
on that carpet?
Thousands and thousands of tiny fragments
would become embedded in the soles.
So I'll tell you something else
that's interesting about glass.
All glass is different.
Boxley's glass is unique.
What do you think we'll find
when your trainers come back from the labs?
Hmm?
So you see Stuart,
Identification's not all we've got.
It's just the clincher.
Oh, hi.
Hello.
Your live-in burglar, a list of stolen property.
He's told us where to find the rest.
Great, come in.
I think his plan was to sock it away out here
whenever he had the chance,
and if he got rumbled and had to leave the house
it'd be easy enough
to sneak back into the garden.
There we go.
Oh, some of this looks quite valuable.
I think so, yes.
Most of it's Marion's.
Your wrist?
Is it okay.
Yes, thanks.
I'm sorry if tending the wounded
got you into trouble.
Better take these indoors and check them.
It's an interesting old house.
Have you lived here long?
Just over a year.
Marion inherited it from her mother.
We used to live in a flat.
Quite a difference.
It's very nice, having so much space.
We're not in each other's pockets all the time.
Only I think it's a bit too big, really.
Sometimes you feel lonely even when you're together.
How about you?
Flat, house?
Oh, flat, yes.
(unintelligible)
Hello.
You're home early.
What's wrong?
Where did this come from?
It was on the mat.
What?
Have you seen or heard anyone?
We wouldn't, would we, not out here.
It's the same with the factory, Dad.
If you had any decent security.
For God's sake, don't start on that again.
Yeah, well, a camera would have caught
whoever delivered this.
Cameras at the factory would have caught Pam Rice.
You wouldn't need to give evidence in court.
Bastards.
What was that detective's name again?
Frost.
What does Boxley actually want?
Relocation, a new identity?
What he wants is a 24-hour armed guard
family in premises.
Out of the question.
We haven't the resources.
Besides, the trial can be months away.
Well, we ought to do something.
You take this note seriously?
Yes, I do.
These are armed blaggers we're dealing with.
We've already got one man dead.
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
All right, you can have a P.C. outside his house,
round the clock.
And that'll have to do, Jack,
unless you've got a uniform or two
buried away in that office of yours, have you?
No.
Right, right.
Arrange it with a duty officer,
start as soon as possible.
All right, thank you.
Quite flattering, really, isn't it?
Do you recognize the handwriting?
No, mate.
I don't know that many people
who can actually write,
to be honest.
Well, there are two obvious possibilities.
One, your fellow blaggers
are so much in love with you
they can't bear the thought
of being separated from you for 20 years,
or they have a vested interest.
I.e., when you split up after the raid,
you hid the money and they want to know where it is.
On the other hand, there's always Jamie I suppose.
Do what?
Jamie, Jamie Webster.
You're still living with her, aren't you,
when you're both out of prison?
Now, she can write, because she leaves rude messages
on our cell walls.
Don't they ever turn these things off?
All right, well,
how did you get on with the garden shed.
Oh, fine, yeah, the gear was all there.
Good, well, that's one problem solved.
Any messages?
Your answer machine's blinking,
but I haven't.
Oh.
Hello, Jack, Shirley.
I keep missing you at home.
Mom's funeral, it's up here at 10:00 on Wednesday.
I was hoping you'd be able to make it.
Could you let me know?
'Bye.
Where are you two going?
To the factory.
At this time, what for?
Because I own it.
Because Jimmy's work's piling up
and someone's got to be on top of it.
Do you want some help then.
No thanks, we'll manage.
You just go on down to the Pub.
Don't want to disappoint your public.
You got your pass signed then?
Don't.
It's not like that.
Not really.
All right, that's all I'm doing.
I'm just going to do me face
and then you can take me for a drink.
Boxley's Glass Factory,
Iist of former employees.
Haven't left it in here, have I?
No, I've not seen anywhere, Jack.
Oh, I don't know.
How's Shirley coping?
Oh, fine, fine, yeah, considering.
Funeral's next week.
Ah, you'll be going up there, then, will you?
A bit of moral support?
(phone ringing)
Denton Police.
Sorry?
Could you just hold on a second, please, madam?
There's been another shooting at Boxley's.
Italian?
Let's see here.
Oh, no.
Sorry, I have to find a phone.
Ah, look, the cavalry's arrived.
Come to close the stable door, have we?
You're okay.
Yeah, sure, but no thanks
to my nonexistent protection officer.
Yes, I'm sorry about that.
We couldn't arrange it before tomorrow morning.
In any case...
In any case, he could be dead.
God knows how they missed.
They didn't miss.
You were hit by flying glass Billy,
don't play for sympathy.
You were there with your husband?
Not in the room no,
but I heard it.
Smash, bang.
And I thought I'd be safer at the factory
than our home.
Did anyone else know that you were there?
No.
You didn't tell anyone?
Like who?
Who?
Did your son know?
Kevin?
Ha.
Magic.
I get robbed, threatened, and shot at,
and you're looking at family?
He is family you know,
even though he does talk like a prat.
Just the process of elimination.
Well, let's hope I don't get eliminated first, eh?
Right, Howard.
I want you to look for any of Penrice's
known associates that we haven't checked up on yet.
George, I want you to talk to Kevin Boxley,
don't care what his old man says.
Maureen, I wanted you to check up
on all the former employees.
I did have a list,
but I can't seem to put my...
where did you get this?
In the incident file under Former Employees.
Stupid place to put it, wasn't it?
How many are there?
Nine in the last year.
Nine really, well you better get on with it then hadn't you?
Okay, chop, chop.
Where are you going, Guv?
Me, Shorp Shore, Jamie Webster.
Penrice's soul mate.
Good morning, sir.
Mr. Boxley sends his regards,
and he's very glad that your overtime budget
is under control.
Yes, yes, yes.
It's very easy to snipe, Jack,
but it's me that carries the financial can, not you.
Are there any leads yet?
No, not, no, not yet.
What about Lawson?
Is everything...
Fine, hmm,
(unintelligible).
Life goes on, I suppose.
Split shift today.
You don't mind us asking about last night?
You've got a job to do.
I don't see why dad's got a problem with it.
So, which pub?
Graford Arms.
And you were there from?
8:30 onwards.
Did you speak to anyone?
Dozens.
Anyone in particular.
Rachel Mostyn, she's a friend of the family.
What's up?
It's just I told her that dad was at the factory.
Mr. Kevin Boxley?
Yes, who are you?
D.C. Simms, Protection Duty.
Doesn't seem to be anyone in.
Of course, they're in Dad's car's here.
Mom, Dad?
They've done a bunk.
Bloody stupid man's done a bunk.
Do you know that Stewart's been arrested?
No.
Well, how would I?
He's a blagger,he's incommunicado isn't he?
That's a long word, Jamie.
How can you spell finger?
Yeah, I can give it and all, push off.
That's not very nice.
Oh, is this your shopping list?
Even slags have to buy food.
Yeah, do you mind if I keep it,
put it under my pillow?
Thanks very much.
Oh, hello, I'm being beeped.
May I use your phone?
If you can get out.
How are we supposed to protect your dad
if we don't even know where he is?
Perhaps if you'd done a better job in the first place,
he wouldn't have felt the need to disappear.
All right, how about you?
I don't know where the hell he is.
I mean, as long as he doesn't think
that you're at risk.
I don't suppose it even crossed his mind.
Anyway, I'm not a star witness, am I?
I never saw the guy's face.
I'm hardly likely to be used as a leaver.
I think even the most optimistic villain
wouldn't expect Bill Boxley
to give into that kind of pressure.
Well, if he does get in touch,
give us a call, won't you?
Yeah, I will.
Oh, by the way,
do you still need the PC outside?
I think I'd rather you used him
to find Penrice's mates, and quickly.
So, shall I speak to this Rachel Mostyn,
or will you?
Apparently she's young and a bit tasty.
It's obviously a job for you, then, is it?
Run her through the computer first, though,
just in case.
I have, nothing known.
Oh, well,
oh, that reminds me.
Where is it?
Ah.
Get the graphologist to compare that
with the finger (unintelligible)
It's Jamie Webster's handwriting.
I want her followed.
Get Howard on it as soon as he comes in.
(phone ringing)
Frost?
Oh you're there?
You caught those other two scrotes yet?
They're still helping with our inquiries.
Where are you?
This is classified information, all right.
Only you and Stella know.
In case if dire emergency or job done,
you tell nobody.
Yes, all right, all right,
stop prating about.
Yeah?
Phone number.
Is Stella with you?
I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Mrs. Boxley.
Your usual room.
Thanks.
Hello, Mrs. Boxley?
Yeah, all right, Michael.
I'll see you in a little while.
(doorbell ringing)
(phone ringing)
Hello The Cutting Room,
Rachel speaking how can I help you?
Sorry?
No, I haven't.
No, I don't, sorry.
Who is...
Good afternoon,
Detective Sergeant Lawson.
I telephoned earlier.
Oh, about Michael.
Yes, is he in?
One moment.
Michael Heathfield?
D.S. Lawson, Denton CID.
This is just a routine inquiry.
Please take a seat.
We have your name
as a former employee of Boxley Glass,
is that correct?
Yes, why?
As you may know, there was an armed robbery there
and a fatal shooting a few days ago.
So?
Well, as I say, this is just a routine inquiry,
but I'd be grateful if you could tell me
where you were at 4:00 p.m. Iast Friday.
Were you here?
No, Friday's my afternoon off.
So?
I was with a woman.
I see.
Would you mind telling me her name?
Helen.
Helen Cartwright.
I was recommended then, was I?
Oh, yes, highly.
Oh.
Only I don't mean to be rude,
but you seem more like a barbershop person.
Thank you.
No, a nice bloke I know, Bill Boxley.
Oh, Billy.
Mm.
Right.
Would you like a conditioner?
Yeah, yeah, sure, carry on.
You heard about the business at his factory,
I suppose?
Yeah, I did.
Isn't it awful?
Poor Jimmy Dunne.
You hadn't seen Bill the last couple of days?
No, no, I haven't.
Don't know where he is?
That's funny.
Someone else was asking me that earlier.
Oh, really, who was that?
Don't know, just someone that called on the phone.
But you don't know where Bill is?
Why?
Detective Inspector Frost, Denton CID.
All right, don't stop, carry on.
Do you know where he is?
No.
But you are a friend of his?
Well, sort of.
We hardly got started when he disappeared.
How do you know he disappeared?
Well, if I don't know where he is,
he must have, mustn't he?
He was attacked in his factory
on Saturday night.
You knew he was there, didn't you?
Yeah, Kevin told me when I was at the Pub.
Do you know a guy called Stewart Penrice?
Penrice?
No.
Girl called Jamie Webster?
No, I don't think so.
How'd you get to know Bill Boxley and Kevin then?
Well, I used to work at the factory temping.
That's before I got into this game full-time.
Did you really?
Careful.
It looks nice.
Yeah, well, for 15 quid,
it ought to be ruddy irresistible.
Tell me, what you got?
I'm not sure.
Seen everyone on the list,
no problem except for one.
Michael Heathfield, no previous.
Got sacked by Boxley four months ago
for bad timekeeping,
now works as a part-time gym instructor at Ferndale's.
Where?
Health farm, other side of Enton Lacy.
And?
He just seemed unsettled.
You ought to take that as a compliment.
All right.
Has he got an alibi?
Yeah, a woman.
George Toolan reckons the address is a bit switched.
Oh, does he?
Oh, well.
No problem.
So you met Michael Heathfield at the Health Hydrant?
Yes, I'm a regular.
And was he here with you all Friday afternoon?
Yes, we made love on the floor
and then had tea.
Oh, do sit down.
There, thank you.
And is this a regular relationship?
I don't wish to pry,
but it does add weight to an alibi in court.
Oh, yes, very regular.
Well, there's no Mr. Cartwright any more,
so why not?
Michael's young, virile, and has a beautiful body.
Who could ask for more?
I mean, I don't know about you,
but I've been through commitment,
entanglement, love.
I'm not looking for any of that again, thank you.
Carnal pleasures will do nicely from now on.
Anyway, you mentioned court.
What's the wicked boy been up to?
Well, on the date and time in question,
there was an armed robbery
at Boxley's Glass Factory,
and a man was shot dead.
What?
You didn't know?
Well, I...
I knew there'd been a shooting yes, but
God almighty.
We've got no evidence that Michael was...
Do you know what he told me?
Sorry?
When he asked me to cover for him,
that's how he put it,
cover for him if anyone asked.
He phoned me Friday evening,
told me he just had a little prang in his car,
and if anyone found out, he'd get the sack
because he's a disqualified driver.
And I swallowed it.
He sounded very shaken on the phone.
I expect he did.
Yes.
Well, you can forget about the floor
that particular Friday.
No commitment means just that.
Course, temporary loss of an alibi
doesn't mean Heathfield's guilty.
Very true, lets nick him.
Right, go on Lawson,
you know where the gym is?
It's all right, don't worry,
we'll be discreet.
What the hell are you doing here?
Well, right now,
I'm on my way to be wrapped in seaweed.
Can't you just sit here,
sit down a minute, please?
So, this is your hideaway.
Yeah, well, it's perfectly safe.
They have plenty of security.
Your husband called me.
Right, so that's you and me that know where he is.
Keep it like that.
What are you doing here anyway?
Crash diet?
I'm investigating a murder, Jimmy Dunne?
We haven't forgotten Jimmy.
Why do you think Bill's saving his own hide,
so he can nail the bastard who killed him?
Alright.
What's Michael done?
Do you know him?
Well, yeah, of course I do,
he works in the gym.
He used to work in your factory.
You didn't know that?
No.
Well, I can't remember them all, can I,
and Michael's never said.
So?
Assisting with our inquiries,
small world, isn't it?
Right, there you go, George.
All right if we go via your place, Michael?
Have a little look round?
You got a warrant?
George, show him your warrant.
What warrant?
You can't get good staff these days.
If you have your radio, you might call in
and get us some backup.
Drive on.
Okay, thanks.
What exactly are you hoping to find, anyway?
Oh, just the humdrum necessities of life,
sawed off shotgun,
15,000 pounds in used notes,
failing that, all your clothes and footwear.
Come on.
Uh, Guv?
Yeah.
There's an IC-1 male,
Iegging it down the garden path.
Police, stop!
Stop!
Who is he, Michael?
Don't know, burglar.
You're not doing yourself any favors, son.
What's his name?
Conrad,
Des Conrad.
(unintelligible).
He's gone.
Yeah, here you are.
Here you go, Desmond Conrad.
Assault, car crime,
burglary, housebreaking.
But no armed robbery?
No.
Oh, dear, oh, dear.
What?
Known associates also include Stuart Penrice.
Stuart Penrice.
We've done all his known associates.
No one mentioned Des Conrad.
Well, it isn't my fault.
The cross-referencing must have been done
when I was in for me hernia operation.
He invite me up for a drink.
Conrad?
Yeah.
We used to meet on the stairs.
Start chatting about work.
I had a bit of chip on my shoulder at the time.
You know, about the way,
Boxley gave me the elbow.
Anyway, after a bit,
he introduced me to Penrice,
and they put this proposition to me like,
first of all it was just a bit of info
on the layout of the place.
Then they offered me 25 percent
to come on it proper.
Said he was a freehander.
Made it sound pretty easy.
But I swear they never mentioned guns.
It was a robbery.
What do you think they were going to use,
water pistols?
What happened to the money?
Well I haven't got it.
All I've got it this bang to me head.
What happened to the gun?
Does Conrad got it?
Don't know.
Hello, is Shirley there, please?
Oh, I see, yes.
Yeah well all right, not to worry.
Mm?
It's Jack Frost, about tomorrow.
Yes.
Yes?
Right.
Would you tell her that I'll be there.
Thank you.
Hello?
Liz?
The shotgun pellets
from both shootings at the factory
are the same grade shot,
so they could have been fired from the same gun.
And the getaway car?
Oh, yeah, that was stolen in Swindon,
the day before the robbery.
No witnesses to that
and no forensic on it yet, either.
But we have got the report on Penrice's trainers.
There are glass particles,
and they do match samples from the factory.
Same with a pair found at Heathfield's flat.
Ah, right.
And the threatening note, the handwriting?
Ah, no, that doesn't match Heathfield's
or Jamie Webster's.
They're still trailing her, I hope?
Yes, Guv.
Nothing of interest, though.
Well, we'd better get on and find Conrad,
shouldn't we?
Uh-uh.
All right, Boxley.
Now then, where's that number.
Mr. Boxley.
Jack.
What?
I know you're busy, but it looks like
there's been a petrol bombing over at Sheldon.
Sheldon?
Bottle fragments inside the window,
and traces of accelerant outside and inside.
No kabob'ed occupants?
No, sir, and we haven't been able to establish yet
who owns the place?
That's all right, don't worry.
I know who owns the place.
Oh, well.
I suppose we ought to go and tell his wife.
I'll have you crucified!
We don't even know if your husband's been hurt.
There's no sign of him.
I don't suppose there's a chance that you...
Don't you put it on me.
Don't you dare.
Sorry, it's just that I'm trying
to cover all the other possibilities.
The possibilities are that he got have burned alive
and staggered off to die somewhere else,
or the bastards picked him off as he ran out.
Either way it's down to you.
Or he wasn't even in there?
Well, why hasn't he phoned me then, eh,
if he's safe?
You're saying he doesn't trust me now.
I've been through thick and thin with that man.
You can't even begin to understand what we...
Look, you're a regular here at this health club,
and Heathfield...
Do me a favor.
Look, you relax, you chat.
There's got to be a possibility
that in the last what,
three and a half months since he's worked here,
that you've mentioned the place out at Sheldon?
No, never.
I haven't got the puff in the gym,
and I certainly don't talk in bed.
Bed, you've been sleeping with Heathfield?
We never did much sleeping, no,
but we have the occasional romp.
So what?
I never mention the mill.
Maybe Kevin said something.
I mean, he did know the place existed.
Yeah, he knew.
Let's blame him, shall we?
Get you off the hook.
No, on second thought,
Iet's phone your Governor.
It's a very serious allegation.
Yes.
Unlike Mrs. Boxley and her son,
I cannot for one moment believe that any breach
of confidence on your part was deliberate.
But your haphazard way of working
is bound to lead to this kind of cock up.
How are you going to feel
if Boxley is found dead in a ditch
because you left his address in the launderette?
I haven't been to the launderette, sir.
All right, then, the chip shop, the supermarket,
the all night coffee store.
Your paper trail could lead anywhere,
couldn't it?
Yes.
Hello, Michael.
How are you today?
All right.
P. I. Frost has just entered the room.
Time, 13:20.
Have you had your lunch?
No?
Good.
We've got a warrant for your continued detention,
so you're going to be with us for another 36 hours,
isn't that nice?
Now then, Penrice's girlfriend,
Jamie Webster, do you know her?
Met her once or twice at the Pub.
She wasn't in on the robbery,
involved in the planning?
No, it was just the three of us.
All right, but what about afterwards?
Wasn't there to be a rendezvous
to hand over the money, to get rid of it?
Not that they told to me.
All right, well, who had the money?
Who was holding the black plastic sack in the car?
Me, until I bailed out at Woodford Street.
Penrice grabbed it as I went.
So when he bailed out, he could have met Jamie
and given the money to her before he got nicked.
I suppose.
There's one thing you should know about Jamie, though.
What's that?
She's been knocked up by Conrad as well.
Really?
I just going to the green grocer,
and then I'm off back home, all right.
Miss Lawson?
Oh, hello,
could you spare me a few minutes?
Well, I'm sorry, but I really do have to...
I've been waiting.
I'm sure you're very busy,
but my time's valuable, too.
Yes, yes, of course.
Excuse me.
Would you like to come through?
Jack?
How can I help you?
You can leave us alone, please.
Liz and I have been together for six years.
We've got a loving relationship.
You're just selfishly,
coming between two people who care for each other.
Now, hold on.
Liz and I are just...
Just friends.
She doesn't need a friend.
She doesn't need anything that you can give her.
Well, I'm sorry,
but I think that's for Liz to decide.
Look, I do understand how you feel,
but I'm not Liz's keeper, and nor are you.
I'm sorry you're...
No, you're not.
You're a bitch,
a hard callous bitch.
You're just using her.
When have you ever had a lasting relationship?
What's in it for Liz, eh,
besides a free dinner?
You're a disgrace,
using your work
to worm yourself into people's lives.
Excuse me, sir?
Ah, Maureen, I want you to take over Jamie Webster.
D.C. Howard's cover has been blown.
That's her picture there and her address.
Take her GP car and radio.
If she goes anywhere other than a shopping parade,
call in.
Just one minute.
Sir, we are in the middle of a murder inquiry.
I think private lives can wait.
Go on?
Yes, Guv.
My office,
first thing tomorrow.
Please?
Control from Lawson.
Receiving, over?
Receiving.
Message for Inspector Frost, please.
I think I've located Conrad.
He appears to be unarmed, with Jamie Webster,
at the Super Bowl.
Don't go out tonight.
It's better if I do.
It's better if we both go out a bit more,
separately.
We'll be far more interesting for each other
if we let each other breathe a bit.
We've always done things together.
Why does that suddenly have to stop?
It doesn't.
There are just times when...
I don't want to hurt you, Marion.
I just want us both to...
Don't go.
Nice shot.
How are you with a sawed off?
Ah!
Hold him.
Grab his arm.
Sorry, son.
Slipped out of my hand.
Take him away.
Thank you.
Jack?
Yeah.
Park House, there's been another incident.
That's yours.
Excuse me.
D.S. Lawson!
How is she?
Unconscious again and still in intensive care,
but yeah, she's going to live.
What happened?
Marion stabbed her with a bread knife.
Does she know where Marion is?
No.
And this happen because you...
Me and Liz, yeah.
You're a silly girl, Maureen.
Yeah.
That will add a bit of spice
to my interview with Mr. Mullett.
Stuff Mullett.
You go home and get some sleep.
No, I'm fine.
You sure?
Yeah, thanks.
I'm sorry, Guv.
I'll see you back in the nick.
Shirley, when did you get back?
Last night.
Why didn't you let me know?
Pretend you didn't say that.
Look, can we talk?
Not now, no.
Well, later then,
I'll come around.
When will you be home?
Half and hour.
Right, half an hour.
Sir?
What?
It's Marion Parfait, sir.
She's here.
All right.
I went for a walk after it happened.
I walked all night.
But um...
I'm not a violent person,
hardly ever exchanged words,
Iet alone blows.
So how did you come to?
She left her purse in the kitchen,
and I just followed her in there.
She's been so reasonable.
I suppose that's why I finally snapped.
She was talking to me as if I was her mother.
Not passion,
just common sense.
I didn't want her to go out.
You're lucky, being a man.
Middle age doesn't mean you lose everything.
(doorbell ringing)
Hi.
Hello.
Wow, what can I say.
I'm sorry that I didn't make it to the funeral.
How did it all go?
Was it all right?
Yes, it was.
Oh, good.
I know I phoned and said that I'd be there,
but see, we had this armed robbery
and a shooting.
And a witness was being threatened and...
You couldn't get away.
No.
And in any case,
you can't handle sickness and death.
Murder's okay,
but not sickness and death.
Shirley.
Why do you think I told you
to not to come with me in the first place?
Because I didn't want you to?
I knew you wouldn't want to be there.
I made it easy for you, Jack.
I went on my own because I cared for you.
I know, I know.
My mother's dead.
I stood there watching her coffin
disappear through the curtains,
felling this emptiness,
this sudden huge gap in my life on my own.
You had your family there.
On my own.
And all I could think of was,
why isn't he here?
Am I being unreasonable?
All I want to do is to cling on to him,
to feel that he understands,
to feel he really cares.
Why?
Why couldn't you make the effort?
What is the matter with you?
Are you just sick?
Are you just selfish?
Immature?
Defeatist?
What?
Don't shout at me.
What gives you the right to shout at me?
I don't know.
I don't know why I'm shouting at you.
I don't know you well enough to shout at you.
I should never have let things get this far.
No, you shouldn't have.
What the hell did you expect?
What do you want,
me as I am?
No?
What then?
Some 9 till 5'er
who doesn't give a toss about his job?
Someone who just wants to come home,
go shopping and have a curry every Friday night?
Did you think I've ever been that?
Do you think it's just lacking a good woman
that keeps me working all hours?
No.
It's what's in here, Shirley.
It's what I am.
I know.
I don't want to change you.
Give me some credit.
I don't expect a househusband,
but there is more to it than that.
It is not just your job.
I can handle that.
Can you?
I wish I could.
You're always going to let me down.
That is the point,
and you know it.
Because in your heart
you just don't want a commitment.
It's as simple as that.
Well, you want the shoulder to cry on,
you want the sex,
but you don't want to give anything in return.
You're scared,
scared to just say,
I'm here for you, whenever you need me,
scared to mean it anyway.
No, you're right.
You're right.
I knew what you were going through
with the funeral and everything,
and I couldn't do it.
And if I couldn't do it then,
well.
I thought it was going to be okay.
I thought I could make it work.
If I could make it work with anybody,
it would've been with you.
I was just kidding myself.
We both were.
We need different things, Shirley.
And I don't want to use you.
No way.
You're worth more than that.
I think it's best,
if you find what you want with someone else.
I think it's best for both of us.
Well, it doesn't help, your dad
If I starve, does it?
So, Heathfield bailed out here.
He says.
Penrice was arrested in the church here,
and the getaway car was dumped by Conrad
here in Conduit Lane.
So the money has got to be along this line somewhere.
Not if Penrice gave it to Jamie.
Yes, but if Jamie's got the money,
and she's in this with Conrad,
why threaten the witness.
Come to that, why remain in Denton?
I mean, if they got $15,000,
they would have cleared out
and let Penrice go down.
They could have stayed in Denton,
because we have got nothing on them.
Yes, thank you, George.
The money has got to be on this line somewhere.
Penrice had time to dump it, and he did.
We couldn't find it before.
Just, just go, will you, go on, go on,
the lot of you, just go.
Maureen, you better get a warrant
and turn Jamie's place over,
just in case George is right.
Well, it's either that or Mullett's office,
it's up to you.
The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy pig,
how's that?
Now with the left hand.
I don't know why you're playing so hard to get.
We've already got you for resisting arrest
and assaulting two police officers.
(unintelligible)
I'm sure Stuart Penrice would agree.
Where were you, 4:00 p.m. on Friday?
I was out with Jamie.
Yeah, we were here all afternoon.
Can anyone confirm that?
Mom, she was here.
That's right, I was here.
So why'd you run away at the bowling alley?
Same as Des.
I'm scared of police brutality.
If you find any dotter or gun it's been planted?
Inspector?
Sir.
Where's Lawson?
She's out on inquiries, sir.
Not in the hospital holding hands?
Yes, I've been informed, thank you very much.
And don't give me any of that private lives guff.
Lawson could soon be standing up in court,
giving evidence in a crime of passion.
A crime that involves a love triangle
of the all-female variety of which she is a part.
Can't get much less private than that.
With due respect, sir, we all make mistakes.
Yes, and when we do,
we get punished.
And don't you forget that, either.
I know what you're complaining about.
It's been stuck down your neck.
Where are you going?
Jimmy Riddle, to get a coffee.
That was quick.
No, it was closed.
Call in, get them to phone the Council,
and find out when it was closed.
How many more times,
I had my back to them.
I was kneeling on the floor,
and Jimmy Dunn was...
It's the funeral this afternoon.
I'm sorry, son.
It's a bad day.
We've got Conrad,
but we need something on him.
Now, is there anything you can give us,
anything you haven't thought of before?
Because if you don't,
he's going to walk away from it.
Well, I can't help it, can I.
Stocky build, dark cloths, I already told you!
Kevin, get a grip.
Kevin!
Not exactly a chip off the old block.
Doesn't have a lot of time for his old mom, either.
I think he reckons I've done his father in.
Kevin?
Has your dad turned up?
Only his van's parked outside the salon.
All I know is I got to work this morning,
and there it was.
I didn't see Bill.
I haven't heard from him,
just his beat up old van was...
You didn't touch it?
No.
I rather you let us move it,
if that's all right.
Ah!
It's me, (unintelligible).
It's Frost!
Sarge.
This used to be my office 20 years ago,
when I first started.
Oh, yes.
So what happened to your leg?
I twisted my knee,
it happened at the mill.
I don't suppose you saw who it...
No, no, no.
I just got this feeling, something was occurring,
so I got out.
Ten minutes later, whoosh.
In the morning,
I crept back for the van.
Why did you leave your van
outside Rachel's salon?
Don't know, really.
To frighten her,
I wasn't thinking straight.
I had this mad idea she might be involved.
Why?
Because she was at the mill that afternoon.
She was?
I rang her up.
I was bored on me own.
Does Stella know about you and Rachel?
Oh, yeah.
Well, she'd never seen the wind.
Bits on the side are not a problem.
How do you know that?
She might hate your guts for it.
You're married.
Well, I was.
Well, then you know.
There are things you accept,
things you don't accept.
It's an understanding.
Why didn't Stella go with you to the Mill?
She refused point blank,
(unintelligible).
Stella is the only woman
I've ever really trusted,
and I still do.
All right?
Bloody miss her and all.
Shouldn't you let her know that you're safe?
What she doesn't know can't hurt her.
If anyone finds me here,
I'll know it's you that snooped.
You're going go on staying here?
Well, yeah.
You got nothing on this Conrad kid,
some smart-ass lawyer's
going to have him out on bail,
then off we go again.
I'm not a coward.
I just want to survive,
to put Penrice away.
Inspector Frost from Control, receiving Over.
Frost.
Jack, they found the money.
Where?
The public toilets at Sinclair Road.
Apparently they've been sealed up for the last week.
Plus it's still in the plastic sacks?
We might get some prints.
Thank you Arthur, I'm on my way.
We found your money.
Tell Jimmy Dunne's widow.
Yes.
I think I'll tell Penrice as well.
They've taken the money out.
I thought you might like to see it anyway.
There are some liftable prints on it,
and if they're yours, well.
Well, Prints on the stolen.
Glass on the trainers.
An ID witness, alive and kicking.
Yeah, of course, it's the day of the funeral today
of the bloke who got shot, isn't it?
I think it would be optimistic
to be looking at 20 years, wouldn't you?
I'd say life.
Just think about that, eh.
Life without Jamie.
Mind you, she'll be all right,
because she'll have Des Conrad to keep her warm.
He'll be out in two.
Oh, I'm sorry, did you think
your relationship with Jamie was exclusive?
Jamie's his alibi.
Ah!
Have you found anything?
Sorry?
Would you know what's happened to him?
My dad, this is his van, right?
You're first to been told he's been burned alive,
now this turns up.
What are you trying to do to me?
Our very best, Mr. Boxley,
that's what we're trying to do.
Excuse me please, excuse me.
Well, is he dead or isn't he?
Haven't we got a right to know?
I'm talking to you.
Boy!
You all right now, son?
Kevin?
Can I get you a cup of tea?
Kevin?
All right.
Just listen to me, son, listen.
Your dad is not dead.
He's not.
Now, he's okay.
He's all right.
I've seen him, he is.
Liar.
No, I'm not a liar.
I told you, I've seen him,
I saw him in the factory about an hour ago.
I was at the factory.
Mom was at the factory.
I know, but he is there.
He's there.
Honestly, I told you, I've seen him,
and he's okay.
He's okay.
Is he all right?
Yeah, well, he will be.
Right.
I'm off to see my hairdresser.
Stick him under the dryer.
You were at the Mill.
What?
Bill Boxley's hideout the day that it was bombed.
Did anyone follow you there?
Did anyone else know that you were going there?
No, he just rang up.
It was my afternoon off, so I went.
Who else knew that you and him were...
I told you before,
we'd only just started.
Oh, come on, Rachel, you're a hairdresser.
I don't discuss my love life.
Stella was the only one who suspected.
Suspected?
I thought extramarital activities were okay?
Yeah, well, she wasn't too happy.
I was supposed to be Kevin's girl.
Hello, Des.
Now, this is not a properly convened interview,
so when you painfully bang your head
after slipping on this recently washed floor,
no one is going to know about it.
Do what...
Sit down.
Where's the gun?
Stuart Penrice has told me all about it.
You were at the robbery.
He's gone right off you for some reason.
I can't think why.
And he says that you took the gun,
so that puts you in the frame
for the second shooting at the factory.
What second shooting?
Oh, come on.
You're not looking at two years,
you're looking at 15.
Now, it couldn't have been Stuart Penrice,
because he was banged up in here.
You're fitting me up.
I will do if you don't talk.
I never had the gun.
Where is it?
He must it then, bastard.
What do you mean?
Stu dropped it, clumsy git, at the factory,
as we were getting in the car.
He dropped the gun in the car park at the factory?
We never had a chance to pick it up.
Boxley's playing the hero,
and then the other one comes out,
his son.
Hello, dad.
Kevin?
Well, what's all this, son?
What are you playing here?
I'm being boss for once.
I'm boss of my own life.
Sit down.
I can't.
I've got a gammy leg.
Sit down.
We thought you were dead.
Thought you'd been roasted alive.
You let us go on thinking that.
Why?
Because it suited you.
No one else counts for anything, do they?
Hey?
I mean, Jimmy Dunne,
he devoted his work and life to your business.
So what the hell, get him killed.
You know, they should lock you up,
not Penrice.
Those you don't kill, you trample over.
I never trampled on you, son.
What?
You've blighted my life since the age of 7.
No matter what I've tried,
no matter what I've done,
you've always been there to rubbish it.
That's not true.
What about your music?
What, there, there, Kevin,
you go off and be a rock star.
You call that encouragement?
I gave you a job, for God's sake.
Oh, yes,
and when I finally give in
and say, all right, you win.
I'll join the family business,
what do I get, eh?
I'll tell you what I get.
I get my nose rubbed in it.
Start at the bottom, son, it's the only way.
I mean so what if all the gits in the factory,
Iaugh at you.
It won't do you any harm, it'll be yours one day.
Well, I don't want it.
I just want what's mine.
My life.
Without you.
Do you know, I can't even pull a bird without you
thinking you've got the right to take over.
Yes.
I knew about Rachel long ago.
And all that time you were laughing behind my back.
Stay here and cover the exits.
I'll call you if I need you.
You've got it all wrong, son, really.
Yeah, I have.
Because I buggered up killing you twice,
and now there's no one else to take the blame.
It's all been you?
Even the note.
Well, shows initiative anyway.
The futures in safe hands after all.
Don't patronize me, just don't.
All right, okay, take it easy.
Look at me,
Iook at me dad.
I'm 25 years old.
I'm a grown man, a person.
I'm not old recycled Bill Boxley.
Why can't you accept that?
I won't be able to,
if you pull that trigger, now, will I?
You couldn't anyway.
That's why Jimmy's dead.
That's why I'm here now, wanting to kill you.
Because Bill Boxley's king and he loves it.
Yeah, you're right.
That's the way it's been.
But that doesn't mean I don't give a toss about you.
That just means I'm stupid, yeah.
And I don't want to die stupid, son.
I'm begging you.
I'm pleading with you,
and I never pleaded with anyone,
not in my whole life.
Just give a chance to make amends.
Hey, shoot me in twelve months time,
if things aren't different.
I love you, son.
I just got a funny way of showing you, that's all.
Dad.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
I never guessed.
No,
nor did I.
Ha,
didn't occur to you to wait for an armed backup?
Oh, sorry, sir, well.
You know me.
Yes, indeed.
Well, delighted though I am
to hear of a family (unintelligible)..
I hope at least we get to charge the son
with wasting police time,
if not withholding evidence
and attempted murder.
Oh, my mistake.
I thought not pressing charges was fine this week?
Hmm, you're referring no doubt to Miss Kelsey
and Miss Parfitt?
Yes,
Miss Kelsey's not going to press charges for assault,
which means D.S. Lawson's preferences
won't be displayed in court.
So disaster averted.
No thanks to you.
In any case, sir, D.S. Lawson is leaving us.
She's what?
Yes, a suitable vacancy's arisen,
and she's decided to move on.
To where?
Cornwall, I believe.
Can I buy you a drink?
No thanks Guv,
got packing to do.
Start Monday.
Thank you for well,
doing your best for me,
Mr. Mullett.
I don't know why he wants to send you to Cornwall.
Maybe he thinks it's catching.
There again you are a police officer.
If you make a mess on your own doorstep,
you're bound to slip on it.
That's the way it works.
So, what's going to happen to Liz?
She won't go back to Marion, presumably?
No, no.
Two more lonely people in the world.
Yeah.
Anyway,
nice to work with you again.
Yes, and you.
Good luck.