Here we go again, boys.
Oh, thanks for a smashing time.
One from me,
and one from my friend.
Thank you.
Always good to do business with you.
Did you have a nice time then, darling?
Yeah, yeah.
It was wonderful.
My pleasure.
Good evening, Constable.
My room been done out, has it?
Favorite soap been placed in the shower?
Mini-bar well stocked up?
Belgian chocolates placed on the pillow, are they?
'Evening, Guv.
Welcome back.
Is there any food in the fridge?
Well, yeah, our food, with our names on it.
Nothing sort of, general?
No, Guv sorry.
Just put it down here.
I'll put the kettle on.
(Phone ringing)
Yeah...
Oh, yeah, hi, how are you?
Me?
Just got back from London yeah.
Doesn't matter who with?
That's right.
New number?
Well you'd better give it to me, haven't you.
There you are.
Got it.
Okay, well two weeks then.
Look forward to that.
Yes.
yes.
Honestly.
Yeah.
That's right.
Ok, well, two weeks then.
Listen, darling, I'm gonna have to phone you back,
there's someone at the door, okay?
Right, yeah, I'll phone you back soon,
yeah, right, ok lots of love, bye.
No!
Dear, oh dear, oh dear,
why do they do it?
Making a mess on the pavement.
Not much of a mess, as it happens.
Yeah, but why not just a handful of pills
and a nice cozy bottle of Scotch, eh?
Well, who was she?
Florence Dora Allott,
age forty-eight, divorced.
Recently suspended from her job
as a clerical assistant
in the accounts department at County Hall.
Suspended?
Yeah, pending an investigation
into misappropriation of funds.
Oh well, at least we've got a motive.
All nice and neat.
Anything unusual?
You don't think she was pushed or thrown?
Only unusual feature was the fact that she was naked.
And the way she fell.
Apparently, with her arms outstretched.
Maybe she was trying to fly.
Poor soul.
She did a strip.
Sex in it somewhere.
A man.
Well, I hope she had her fun out of him first.
It's only ever short-term, though,
that kind of fun, isn't it?
Sex?
Do you have a problem with short term fun, Sergeant?
I don't.
All right, where do we go?
To the sister now?
Aye, but do the cricket club on the way, sir?
Mr. Mullett says it's urgent.
It's urgent?
The cricket club?
I had a look around before I went to bed.
About midnight.
Everything seemed fine.
I was away all day yesterday,
watching England deliver the coup de grace at Lords.
You see it?
No, I didn't.
So what we're looking at is a forced entry,
in the early hours of the morning?
It didn't take much force, Sir.
Your security system needs an overhaul.
I know.
It's on the agenda for our next committee meeting.
All right, so, nothing is missing.
Just all this stuff smashed, eh?
That's about it.
It's only cheap crockery, really.
I almost didn't want to bother you, but...
But what?
Oh, for God's sake, Clifford,
tell him about the other times!
Here Colin, down in one.
Come on son.
Good boy.
Well done.
Good boy.
How's he doing?
Well, he took it for his Dad, didn't you,
didn't you Colin.
Good boy.
All right Katie?
He doesn't seem to be much worse.
He is worse.
I see him every day,
you're not around enough.
He's bad.
Okay, okay, okay.
Why don't we just go for it, hey, hey?
Why don't we just do it right away, yeah?
No.
Why don't you go and get the flight tickets, yes?
It will give you something to do, it will give you a bit of a lift.
And get your mum organized to look after Katie, okay.
We can't, not yet.
Yes, we can, we can.
We can.
Trust me.
Do you hear that, Colin?
You are gonna go to Texas,
to get better, yeah.
Hey.
Listen, I'm late,
I'm gonna have to go, all right.
I'll see you later, okay.
Bye.
You gonna to make the weekend?
No, Joy, I can't.
It's nights all the way mostly.
You'll kill yourself, working.
No way.
How are you feeling?
You didn't actually see her do it, did you?
Harvey, will you not come here, please.
I just wanted to pass on a little worry.
Tell them I've got the message.
No, no, no.
I'm not any sort of go-between.
Harvey, please...
See you tonight then?
This Bank Holiday shindig.
Yeah, I suppose so.
But we don't speak, okay?
Okay.
It was just some extra gear, that's all.
Pads, bats...
Suddenly they disappeared.
And a set of score cards.
Well, I don't know what else we can do, sir.
Apart from advising you on your security.
Oh, have you got your keys?
I suppose it's too much to expect a big forensic job?
Finger printing, etcetera?
Yes, it is too much to expect, Mrs. Hastings.
It's depressing, vandalism.
A sort of class envy.
We never met it in Oxford.
I keep my keys with me all the time, Inspector.
Did you have them with you yesterday?
I always have them with me.
Ah I see.
And your keys, Mrs. Hastings.
I?
I, have a key to hallowed ground?
Key holders must be players
and, or committee members.
Douglas Housman,
Bob Bowker
and Norman Mullett that is, of course,
Superintendent Mullett, of your division.
Yes, of course, Sir.
Miss Barbara Dutton?
Sister of Mrs. Florence Allott?
My twin sister.
We found that in her handbag.
I've never seen him before.
He couldn't have been her boyfriend.
Florence didn't know any men.
We're not attractive to men.
Well, maybe he thought Florence was.
No.
That's why her marriage didn't last.
I told her it wouldn't,
she'd be back,
asking me to take her in.
And she was.
And how did that work out?
She was miserable
but we'd have got over it, in time.
She just had to accept that that's how it was.
Being together.
Her and me.
There was no need...
I'm sorry, Miss Dutton, but I...
I'm afraid I must ask you.
Did you know anything about
the bit of bother your sister was in?
What bother?
Your saying you didn't know
your sister was suspended from her work?
No, no I didn't!
She went out of here same time every morning.
she came home same time every night.
Well it appears
that your sister was being investigated
because,
well, not to mince words,
Iifting two thousand pounds out of the till.
I don't believe it!
What did she do with it?
That's what they'd like to know at County Hall.
Never.
She was my sister.
I knew her.
Like nobody else.
Oh, well, I mean...
Would you wear, you know,
things like this?
Shoes like that?
Ahhhh...
Rubbish!
Sergeant!
Rubbish!
Now her sister said she never went out,
except to visit a friend in Loughborough once a month.
When we found the friend,
she said that she hadn't seen her for a year.
Got to be the fella.
Excuse, Guv.
Mr. Mullett would like a word with you.
Is he still playing with a straight bat?
Sorry?
Never mind, yes, okay.
When I've finished my lunch.
Thank you.
This business at the cricket club, Jack.
Any leads at all?
No, not yet.
I thought it might be a bit of malice on the inside.
Oh you do?
Interesting, all right.
I thought I might have a word with Sandy Longford.
I'm having a drink with him tonight.
Yeah, he's very hot on sport is Sandy.
Yes, yes...
No, no, no, no I wouldn't advise that, no.
I don't think we want to alert
the press to, em, well, anything.
Oh, no, right.
I understand, of course.
Mum's the word, eh.
This Mr. Hastings, your new captain,
he's not been here very long, has he?
No, no, came from Oxford last year.
We were very lucky to get him.
Mind you I think
Denton's been a bit of a culture shock for him.
Even more so for his wife.
Still, decent people.
I want you to look upon this
as a public relations job, Jack.
Good evening, Miss Fanshawe.
Good evening, Mr. Law.
You're looking particularly beautiful this evening.
Yeah...,
there was something about
an ex-player with a grievance,
streaking in the match with Birmingham,
few weeks back.
Streaker?
Got a name?
Eh, Bowker, I think.
Bob Bowker.
He's a committee member.
What's he doing streaking?
Well I can't work that one out.
That her thing then is it,
Mrs. Hastings, this charity thing?
She's the treasurer,
Iocal branch.
She'll be pleased with this,
it's gone like a bomb.
Yeah, well come on, let's move.
This music's loud enough to do my eardrums in.
Oh no, no, no I can't,
I've got to wait for Gordon Banks
to sign my souvenir program.
You what?
You're not...
Thank goodness for that!
Your not telling me an old cynic like you
waiting to have his program signed
by his hero?
It's for the boy.
Oh yeah, I know.
That's what they all say.
Look at the state of this one.
Oh.
Anne-Marie?
It's all I need.
The end of a perfect bloody day!
Are you trying to show me up?
Leave her, Cyril.
She was having a good time, that's all.
No, our taxi's waiting.
We'll drop her back.
This won't be in the paper.
Shouldn't think so.
Do you like your program signed?
I'll do it.
Two drinks here.
No, it's all right.
Not for me thanks, no, no.
Doesn't further his bid for respectability,
that sort of thing.
That was his wife, was it?
Yeah.
Wasn't she a beauty queen, or something.
Ex Miss Denton:
he was one of the judges.
All a bit iffy in those days,
his property deals,
football interests.
Now he's going for an OBE on the charity circuit.
Just a minute.
(Unintelligible).
Yeah ok, come on.
Who's that then?
Who?
Him.
The one dancing with the girl in the green dress
with the twinkles in it?
Don't know.
I know her, though.
Jane Fanshawe, solicitor,
Fanshawe and Winters.
Now she has got an OBE.
Services to the Girl Guide Movement,
we did a feature.
Your the font of all knowledge, aren't you Sandy.
Nearly makes it worthwhile me knowing you.
I'm sure I know him.
So, weather wise after last night's showers
it looks as though we're in for a
Iong, hot day in Denton.
Sobering up?
Who brought me home?
Yvonne and that over dressed poser, she goes with.
Did you go out again afterwards?
Your car was in front of the garage.
Where would you be going?
I don't know Cyril.
Maybe I was just running away.
You don't go anywhere without me,
I've told you.
I've got a message for you, Jack, from upstairs.
Hang about, I'm trying to clear up that suicide
I've got a lead on the bloke in the photograph.
Sorry.
Cricket club was done again last night.
You're out there, fast, the Boss says.
Well, he would, wouldn't he?
Anything taken this time?
Load of silver trophies, cups and that.
Oh, em, Mr. Mullett's name was on one of them.
How do you see Mullett in his day,
at the wicket, Sergeant?
Bit of a Botham?
Bit of a Gooch?
Or just a bit of a prat?
You mean cricket, sir?
They're only names to me, sir.
Yeah, I suppose they would be.
I don't go much on sport.
No.
Not in England.
Highland games, now that's different.
That's real man's stuff.
Oh yeah, done a bit of that, have you?
Tossing the caber?
Putting the haggis?
No, sir, not recently.
No, well, you'd need the Highlands for that wouldn't you?
Not only that, sir.
You've got to be fit.
You've got to keep at it,
the practice,
the body-building.
Not much point at our age, eh?
With the batteries running down?
What do you mean the batteries running?
Your batteries maybe...
Alpha Bravo 36 from Control.
36 receiving.
Suspicious death reported at 42 Grandison Street,
repeat, 42 Grandison Street.
36 will respond.
All right sergeant, come on let's do a Uie.
Yes, sir.
Well?
His landlord arrived home from holiday this morning,
saw blood coming from under the first floor door, sir.
Must have taken the glow out of his sun tan.
Are you alright?
Yeah.
Okay.
Do we know him?
No.
His name's Damien Law.
There's a lot of blood, sir.
What's that smell?
Scent?
I say he stumbled.
An accident.
Smells like murder to me.
Bloody murder.
Well, I don't know, it's funny, it's...
It's like a hotel room, isn't it?
Very impersonal.
Nothing here to say who he was.
He kept himself fit.
You don't often see such a good muscle tone.
All right so, when did it happen?
Between one and three this morning, I'd say.
After sex and a massage.
Not necessarily in that order.
A massage?
The scent is oil of sandalwood.
He'd been rubbed with it.
All over.
That's what it was.
Well, it certainly wasn't theft.
He had over three hundred quid in his jacket pocket.
But nothing else,
no credit cards,
check book,
no photos.
As though he was just passing through.
I wonder if he saw her do it?
We shall never know.
Well, well, well, well.
Thank you God for this little gift.
What?
It's a telephone number.
Probably local Chinese restaurant.
Anyway I think...
Ah, Sergeant, well, what have you got?
Not a lot, sir.
Confirmation he had a girlfriend, maybe two.
And there were rows, sometimes, late at night.
Well, what do you think, Doc?
Could a woman have done it?
Certainly.
A hefty push.
Of course,
it could've been over active foreplay.
Well if you ask me,
that is where poor little plain Florence Allott
spent her ill-gotten gains.
Looks like it.
Yeah, she had a couple of grand's worth
of fun out of him,
and then topped herself when she was rumbled.
Or when he ditched her.
What I can't understand though,
is what did he get out of it,
apart from her picking up the bills, I mean.
I mean you know young, good looking fella like that
with a good body,
want younger flesh, wouldn't he?
What would he find in a middle aged woman?
If I knew the answer to that, sir,
I'd still be married.
Why what happened to you, then?
Oh, I thought that sort of thing was all over.
I had settled for companionship.
Well and she hadn't?
She went off with a professional darts player.
Yeah.
Dart?
All right.
Look, there's no need for you to hang about.
I'll deal with Miss Fanshawe.
You get off to the cricket club.
Make a start, all right?
So, you first met him in a bookshop, Miss Fanshawe?
When was this?
Jane?
Must have been four, five months ago.
Four...
Ah, that's the dress that you wore last night.
Did you wash it before you went to work this morning?
Do you usually wash your things
after you've just used them?
Usually.
I'm afraid they'll still have to go to the lab,
Miss Fanshawe.
Can you tell me what Mr. Law did for a living?
He was, he was a salesman.
Office equipment, I think.
Where?
Do you know what company?
We didn't talk about that kind of thing.
What did you talk about?
We didn't talk very much at all.
And can you tell me where this came in?
The sandlewood oil?
We always had a massage first.
It was one of our little rituals.
We could never wait to get our hands on each other.
You'll need this,
a list of the missing items.
Thank you, darling.
I see we've been fobbed off
with an inferior officer.
Make sure you complain.
Right.
Hello, there.
Detective Sergeant Prentice.
Did Damien ever stay here?
Overnight, say?
No.
Why not?
I have curious Neighbors.
And a reputation to keep up.
I'm unmarried.
There's the church.
Oh, yes,
and the Girl Guide movement.
I remember.
Did you ever row with Damien?
You know shout at each other?
Well, we had lovers' tiffs.
I see.
Did he ever give you any gifts?
Well, no, not often.
I was better placed.
Not even a photo?
He didn't give you a photo?
Have you got a photograph of him?
No, he didn't like it.
I don't have one.
There's nothing,
there's nothing left.
Were you the only woman in his life?
Well of course I was!
What do you think I am,
some kind of tart?
No, I was thinking more about him.
How dare you!
I'll need to talk to you again, Miss Fanshawe.
Make yourself available, won't you?
You didn't say anything about Florence Allott, Guv.
No, I'm saving her 'till later.
You hang on here 'til the doctor comes.
She's lying,
what do you think?
She's definitely holding something back.
Yeah, I know.
Oh, that phone number you asked me to check, Guv.
Yes?
It's new, change of address.
Subscriber is Mr. Bruce Martin,
1 1 Culshaw Avenue.
Oh, all right, thank you.
Oh, eh, just a minute.
Eh, you know that stuff on the washing line
the, you know,
the black underwear stuff.
You see a woman like that, wearing that.
Girl Guide?
She probably wears it under her uniform.
Now, could we talk about the key holders again?
You mentioned a Mr. Bowker.
You been having trouble with him, have you?
Have you been listening to gossip?
Why are we talking about club members?
Instead of the local riff raff?
They've been building up to this,
a full scale break in.
No, no, no, no, Sir.
Not a break in.
Oh yes, your pavilion was entered
and a window was smashed.
But from the inside,
and made to look like a break in.
Are you sure?
No sir, I'm not sure.
I'm positive.
All right, what's happening then?
Where's the information?
Pouring in is it?
A deluge?
Nothing, Guv.
I've never seen anything like it.
All right.
Well his landlord said he kept himself to himself.
Lived there three months.
Went away a lot,
short visits.
Very quiet.
Oh, and no account anywhere,
no bank,
no building society,
no credit company.
Nothing.
Oh, there was a guy taking pictures at the Ball.
We're going through his stuff now.
Yeah, very camera shy, was our Damien.
You can bet your bottom dollar
there's a wife and kid in it somewhere.
Only two Damien Law's in the whole area,
one's eight, and the other's six months.
All right.
His clothes, in the wardrobe,
they're all nearly new.
We might get a lead
if we find out where he bought them.
Not that he probably bought them himself.
He was living off women?
A Gigolo type?
I could leave home for a bit of that.
Do me, and all.
Yeah, I mean it's totally anonymous, no baggage,
nothing but good times and presents.
Women throwing themselves at you,
Yes, yes, yes, older women, older women...
Older women can be real goers.
Yes, so I've heard.
Well listen, I'm going over
to see this Mr. Bruce Martin.
Not that he's ever heard of our Damien, I'm sure...
You're thinking what I'm thinking?
Damien Law's not his real name.
Who the bloody hell are we looking for then?
Look, anyone reports a missing person,
I wanna know.
All right, come on, carry on.
What sort of women would you say
Florence Allott and Jane Fanshawe were?
Middle aged, fussy, plain.
Yeah.
But they both had this, vibrant, secret life didn't they.
That somehow Damien was able to tap into.
Both had a need, and somehow he satisfied it.
It's funny that,
because it's usually the men that have the need.
I don't believe in 'need' in sexual matters.
Really?
What do you believe in then, Sergeant?
I believe in desires,
that can and should be kept under control.
Really?
Your missis didn't believe in that, though, did she?
She gave in to temptation.
She'll regret it.
And you sir?
You lost your wife.
Yes.
Then I had a relationship.
And I let that go.
I sometimes wonder why now.
Was that the postman?
Yeah.
Now shush, I'm going to ring your dad.
Hello Ron,
it's Joy, is he there?
No he isn't, he hasn't shown up today.
He hasn't rung either.
Maybe he's slept in.
No wonder, working all hours.
It's a bloody nuisance, having no phone there.
I need him.
Will you get on with it!
Listen, when he does show up,
tell him the tickets have come for Texas, will you?
Yeah, will do.
Do it!
This man who was murdered had our telephone number?
Yes, it was jotted down
in the front of his notebook.
You know, the way that you do.
I can't think why.
I don't know anyone who lives in Grandison Street.
No?
Does the name Damien Law mean anything to you?
Nothing.
And this is a new telephone number here,
isn't it Mrs. Martin?
Yes.
We moved here about 3 weeks ago.
It's more convenient for my husband
since he had his stroke.
Yes, and the young man?
That's our son, Tim.
He doesn't live here.
He's got a flat of his own in town.
I see.
Sergeant, just go and have a few words with the young man, will you?
Yes, sir.
Please be careful.
My husband's easily upset.
He understands more than he can express.
Don't worry, he'll be all right.
Are you sure you've got nothing to tell me,
Mrs. Martin?
Of course I'm sure.
What could I possibly want to tell you?
And you have absolutely no connection with Damien Law?
I've never even heard of him until today.
And where were you last night?
Here, of course,
with my husband.
I'm rarely anywhere else.
Anyway, what did you think of the boy?
Kosher, is he?
Oh aye, dead straight.
Didn't know a thing.
Yeah, unlike his mother, Rosalie.
She knows something?
Oh, yeah, sticks out a mile.
Yeah, she's one of them, I'm afraid.
One of Damien Law's harem.
The black underwear brigade.
It's getting her to admit it, though,
that's the problem.
He was sort of
servicing them, wasn't he?
I wonder how many?
And where he got the bloody energy?
I don't really know, sir,
and I cannot say that I care.
Well, I don't care,
I don't care, I was just wondering that's all.
Here, anyone can pay for sex.
Come on anyone can.
But I mean that's rather tacky.
But with a woman like that
it wouldn't be tacky, would it?
It depends what you mean by tacky'.
If she's cheating on her husband
that's exactly what I call tacky!
Yes, yes, all right, all right, Sergeant,
come on, let's get back to work.
Now what was the name of the bloke
who was organizing the Ball?
Cyril Pearce.
Well let's go and have a word with him, shall we?
Afternoon.
Mr. Pearce, isn't it?
I think I might've seen him once before, that's all.
With Jane.
I didn't really speak to him.
The thing is, when he was with Jane,
she like to keep him all to herself.
Do you know Miss Fanshawe well?
Not well.
I'm not really on the Methodist Girl Guide scene.
No, I didn't think you would be, sir.
Or Mrs. Pearce, your good lady.
Have you any idea
what time Mr. Law and Miss Fanshawe left?
Way before I did.
About twelve fifteen, say?
Twelve fifteen.
Oh, good afternoon, Mrs. Pearce.
Inspector Frost, Anne-Marie,
and Sergeant Prentice.
They're investigating the murder that was on TV.
Oh God, yeah, Damien something wasn't it?
Jane's fella.
I saw him.
We didn't know him, though.
I understand that you got a lift home?
Yeah, with Yvonne and Harvey.
And you stayed on, Mr. Pearce?
'Till when?
'Till about half past one.
'Till everything had been cleared up.
I see.
And then you were at home Mrs. Pearce
when your husband came back?
Yeah.
And neither of you went out again for anything?
Not 'till I went out for my run,
about eight O' clock.
Apart from that we've been in.
We work from here.
This is my office, now,
Anne-Marie gives me a hand.
Yes that is the coming thing sir,
working from home,
using computers and so on.
Yes.
This friend of yours, Yvonne.
She was waving at someone before she left.
Who was that?
Would that have been Mr Law?
I don't know.
I would like this Yvonne's full name, sir, if I may.
Yvonne Newbiggin.
We'll give you all the details.
Address file, darling.
You won't get her for a day or so.
She said she was taking Harvey away,
for an orgy.
Bye now.
Harvey.
Would you like one of your colleagues to sit in,
Miss Fanshawe?
You are entitled to a solicitor.
I know what I'm entitled to.
I can deal with it.
I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you.
Some news that might bring you a little more pain.
What is it?
Damien Law had other lady friends
besides yourself.
Oh, no.
No, you're quite wrong.
He saw other women occasionally, for,
for business reasons.
Selling office equipment?
Yes that kind of thing.
No.
I assure you.
And I assure you that Damien Law was not employed
by any company selling office equipment
in the country.
Well, when I said 'office equipment',
maybe I got that wrong.
Maybe it was something else,
medical supplies.
Yes, or maybe dog food,
or maybe garden gnomes!
No, he lied to you.
He wouldn't.
No?
Then did he tell you about Florence Allott?
The poor woman who jumped
off the top of the car park,
opposite his flat?
Well, no not specifically.
He did confess that there was someone,
before me.
And after?
Rosalie Martin, for example?
No.
Oh yes.
Before he died,
Rosalie Martin became one of his favorites.
He was giving her exactly what he gave to you.
Massage and all!
No!
No, that's not true.
It's not true!
She told you, didn't she?
She told you about me
making that scene in the restaurant?
When I saw them together?
But she meant nothing to him.
Nothing!
She went after him.
Well, she's a slut, that one, Damien told me.
He loved me.
Only me!
Can I help you, Madam?
I'd like to report a missing person.
Well, he might not be missing officially,
but I can't find him.
It's my husband.
This restaurant, Jane.
I can call you Jane, can't I?
Where you saw them?
What was the name of it?
It was the Golden Hind, Forest Road.
And you made a big scene?
So the manager would probably remember?
Yeah, I expect so.
Check that for us will you, Prentice, please?
Sir.
Had you been following him?
Well, no, not as a regular thing.
I was going to call in at the flat
and I saw them leaving together.
So I went after them.
So you made a scene?
Well I wonder if you made a scene after the ball?
No, you're quite wrong, Inspector.
Maybe you wanted him to promise
that he'd belong to you and nobody else.
And maybe when he didn't agree,
there was an argument.
And you started shouting.
Maybe he wanted to calm you down
and there was a struggle
and you pushed him and he fell through the glass door
and you stood and watched him bleed.
No!
No, there was no fight.
He was beautiful the other night,
so tender, and gentle.
Like a god.
I knew in his soul
he couldn't love anybody else.
Love?
Come on, we're not talking about love?
We're talking about rolling about in bed!
You think you can't love someone
who makes every nerve in your body tremble
and come alive?
Someone who can rebuild the world just by touching you?
Someone who...
Yes, yes, all right, I get the picture.
She could've done it,
Rosalie Martin.
She was jealous.
Denton police station.
I'd like to speak to Inspector Frost, please.
Putting you through.
I'm sorry there's no reply to that extension.
Thank you.
Any message.
No, there's no message.
Anyone here?
It's Prue.
Okay if I come in,
I'm rather pushed for time.
Anne-Marie?
It's Prue.
Anne-Marie?
Hi.
I've brought the accounts.
Guv.
Harvey Wade!
Where is he, for God's sake, Constable!
He's right up...
I've been all over the bloody hospital.
Ward Six they told me.
Sorry, that's where he was, until she, the lady, came along.
She had him out of there before we could turn around.
What lady?
I didn't catch her name, Guv, bedroom 2.
Wait a moment.
Sorry, haven't got time, police.
Sale of tickets,
bar sales,
sale of souvenir programs,
sponsors' contributions
and donations over and above.
Now, if I could have Cyril's expenditure,
we might thrill ourselves
with a rough idea of the profit.
It's all there.
Great success, wasn't it, the Ball?
Considering Denton's isn't exactly Ball orientated.
I hope Cyril thought so too.
Yeah, yeah, he did.
Pity about the man who died afterwards.
Did you know him?
No, well, not really.
Nor did we.
It's terrible.
I don't seem to have the invoice
for the souvenir programs.
Well, It should be there.
I put it on file,
it came in a week ago.
No, look.
Oh, well.
I'll find it for you and send you a copy.
Could you?
And send it over, soon as possible.
Then I can pay Cyril.
We do seem to have made a rather healthy gain, though,
even allowing for that.
I told the constable all I know,
I was set upon by two assailants.
Why should two assailants
want to 'set upon' you, Sir?
I can't imagine.
Could they have been after my car?
No.
Now, you be gentle with him, Inspector.
What about Mr. Newbiggin, if there is one?
Jealous husband?
My husband's in Dubai at the moment.
He's there a lot of the time.
We have an understanding.
I keep Yvonne company in his absence.
Now why is it that I want to
connect all of this to Damien Law?
You waved at him the other night, didn't you?
Not me.
I mean, I'd seen him with that woman
the one who dresses herself up
Iike the Queen Mother,
but I'd never spoken to him.
Same here.
I'd really like to help you, Inspector.
You know what sir.
I get this feeling that I've met you before.
You haven't passed through my hands,
as it were, have you?
People are always saying that to him.
It's his job.
Harv's an actor.
Just a little television these days.
And some promotion, modeling.
Yes,
yeah, of course.
It's that commercial.
The one about piles.
Carpets, actually.
'I'll tell you how I made my pile.
Yes, yes, yeah, that's the one, yeah.
Well, I'll leave you, Mr. Wade,
to get over your upset.
I do hope that you will be able
to remember a few things.
I do tend to come down rather heavily
on people who are holding things back.
How'd you get on with Rosalie Martin?
Not at home, Sir.
She's here, as a matter of fact.
What she's here?
Yes.
Mr. Martin had another stroke this morning,
he's in Intensive Care.
I could maybe try and have a word...
No, no, no, leave her.
Come back to her later.
Let's go and bowl a few googlies instead.
Oh, Mullett's flexing his muscle now is he?
That's not helpful, sir.
It wasn't meant to be.
You're here about the break ins at the club.
Well, I don't know where I was when they happened,
but I didn't do them.
Mr. Bowker, we only came to ask you about your keys.
Bastards.
Used to get a good game down there, once.
Your keys, Sir.
They're in the post.
In the post?
I believe I ceased to be a club member last night.
Voted out, by the committee,
in my absence.
Yes, well I think you made your views known
with your demonstration.
The bare arse stuff, you mean?
Well, I was tanked up.
I suppose I regret it now.
Why don't you just tell the committee?
Because I won't grovel.
They owe me expenses.
And my missus for the catering.
But they changed the rules now,
we don't pay until the end of the season.
Even if you're skint like me.
Well, that's their idea,
they're trying to weed out my sort.
Well, what do you want now?
Search the house or something?
No, that won't be necessary.
But we'll be back.
Suit yourself.
Do you want my advice?
No, but I suppose we're going to get it.
Take a look at Hastings.
Work out how he set me up.
And you can tell the rest of them,
any more hassle and I'll go public.
Really, I don't know if it's me or the heat.
But I can't seem to focus.
What did he mean, Hastings 'set him up'?
Did you see his sweet peas, sir?
Beautiful.
That's it for me, when I retire.
Sweet Peas and Dahlias.
Oh, great.
You thought about what you might do yourself
when you retire?
No, have you thought about
what you might contribute
to either of these cases
that we are supposed to be working on?
Sorry sir,
I'm just like yourself.
Can't seem to focus.
I think maybe it's just our age.
What do you mean 'our age'.
Your age, maybe.
There's plenty of life left in me.
Plenty of active life before I retire!
Retirement's just a state of mind.
You can think yourself being old and past it
if your not careful.
Turn right here.
Yes sir.
Sorry.
Well that's it.
Bowker's out for my money.
So what's Mullett been doing.
In and out all day, I suppose?
Well, there's been a certain presence, yes.
Do you reckon that I might make it to the canteen?
Hello what's this?
This.
Ah, it's a missing person.
Really?
Do you know what?
That could just be our stiff with half a face.
What?
Where's the original photograph?
It's here.
Let's have a look.
Here.
All right.
Do you know Jack, you could be right.
No, not could be, I am right.
But his wife says he's called Frankie Barton.
Well, Frankie Barton or Damien Law.
It's our man.
Hello, darling.
Oh God, what's this, now?
What are you doing to yourself?
Prue Hastings came over.
We did the accounts.
Yeah?
She seemed pleased.
We're all pleased now, aren't we?
It's going all right, in general,
isn't it Anne-Marie?
Listen, I mean, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm not more of a man for you,
You deserve better,
but I'll get it together,
I will,
I will.
I thought he was moonlighting in a bar,
after he'd done his shift at the pizza place.
And all the time he was off with other women.
But he was doing it for you and Colin.
Do you know if he made very much money?
He was always very good to me and the kids.
He said he was stashing away a lot, for the future.
You don't know where it is, do you?
It's just that we're going to need it.
No.
But we'll do some checks
and see if he's put any money away in his own name.
I think, he said he was expecting something big.
Money.
He said we were gonna be all right.
You never suspected anything did you?
I mean, he never changed towards you?
No, he was always very loving.
He used to say there was always that,
even when there was nothing else.
I wonder if he told them that.
The others.
Damien Law, the man who wore Armani suits
and had silk sheets on his bed.
So was he a gigolo?
You what?
I said, was he a gigolo?
Or some kind of professional male tart?
I mean, women were paying him?
Oh yeah, hundreds of pounds.
What am I doing here?
Oh, shut up George,
you haven't got the wherewithal.
Oh, thank You.
No, no, I'm serious.
I mean we can't all be irresistible to women.
It takes much more than a good body and good looks,
doesn't it?
You know, you've got to have some sort of courage
to do it, you know, like confidence,
you got to have, if you think about it,
because, what you've got to do is,
you've got to be able to deliver, right?
Time after time.
Whatever it is that they ask,
so you put yourself in as you...
Well, thank you for sharing
your observations with us, Jack.
Okay, all right, let's keep it together.
Now can I ask if anything else has come to light?
Yeah.
We've found a bank account, Sir.
Well, safety deposit box,
In the name of Frankie Barton
at the Midland on Mill Road.
And we're backing Mrs. Barton's application
to have it opened.
Good, anything else?
Sergeant.
Have you got anything on the pizza outfit?
Oh, everybody said ask the manager.
But he doesn't come back until tomorrow.
Right.
I wanna know anything and everything about
what went on at or near the Denton Royal
on the night of Bank Holiday Monday.
Got it.
Go.
Would you mind, Jack?
What's that?
Oh, of course, sir.
Thank you.
Now Bob Bowker claims to have
returned the keys to the cricket club, I believe?
No sign of them yet.
Well, maybe I could arrange a search of the Royal Mail
sorting office for you, if you like?
No, no, no, that won't be necessary.
In any case,
at the committee meeting last night,
the motion to change the locks
and generally overhaul the security system
went through unopposed.
So the old keys will be rendered useless
in a few days.
You'll be glad to hear.
Oh, yes, Sir.
I'm very glad to hear that.
Then no more incidents, let's hope.
Though, of course,
it's still important to nail the blighter
who's been causing all the trouble.
Oh, yeah.
You were saying, Sir?
It's difficult to know what got him mad the most.
Finding the stuff in there
or realizing he hadn't locked the boot
in the first place.
So what was his excuse?
He said he was preoccupied with the committee meeting.
Mr. Mullett is downstairs now
having his fingerprints taken
so that they can be eliminated.
And he wants Bowkers done too.
Forget it, we're not taking Bowkers prints.
They've got the stuff back now.
Do you reckon the joker was aiming for Mr. Mullett?
No, No.
I reckon he was aiming for any stuffed shirt
who was stupid enough
to leave the boot of his car open.
Come on, let's get going.
See you lot later.
This Damien, Frankie business,
there's something I'm not quite happy with.
You know that Ball at the Royal,
the organizer,
Cyril Pearce, has he got form?
Well not form, no,
but he was looked at, few years back.
When that building syndicate
went down for tax evasion.
He was cleared, but...
Note for you, Jack.
Yeah.
Oh this weather, terribly hot.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Those stairs really get to my back.
Oh, really.
Right on my hips, down my spine.
Oi! Oi! Oi!
I thought you said you had a note for me?
Oh, sorry, yeah, it's on your desk.
Probably nothing.
Blue BMW double-parked outside Denton Royal,
Monday night, causing a disturbance.
Sayer moved it on,
got two fingers for his trouble.
Did he get the licence number?
No, sorry.
Pity.
All right, go on.
Blue BMW,
well, better keep the old eyes peeled, eh?
That's us, eh?
The 'old eyes'?
Yes, but what was he like?
Frankie?
I'm telling you, he practically
had no personality.
Well, did any of his friends
come to see him in here, like women?
No...
There was a guy he used to have a laugh with.
We all had a laugh with him.
You know a funny guy.
Doesn't come in here, now.
A guy he used to have a laugh with?
Well, they might even have gone out for the odd pint.
Does this guy have a name, Sir?
No, but he looked just like the guy
that does that advert for carpeting.
You know, 'My Pile'.
No, Stay.
You amaze me, Inspector.
You really do.
Jane Fanshawe's paramour
and that waiter at the pizza place
were one and the same person?
I can't believe it.
You knew him.
You talked to him, often, at the restaurant.
Did I?
I do go on a bit, you know,
to anyone who'll listen.
The old performing instinct.
I'd completely forgotten.
I haven't been there for yonks.
Yeah, but you did go there, regularly?
I had rather a thin time.
Middle of last year.
Pizzas, hamburgers, there very good,
wholesome, cheap food, you know,
with a side salad.
And you're trying to tell me
that you didn't recognize Miss Fanshawe's partner
at the ball the other night
as the same man who used to serve you
with this cheap, wholesome food.
We'd only been introduced.
We never had a conversation.
I see.
So this 'thin time'
is over for you now is it?
Isn't this TV work paying well is it?
I'm sorry, Champagne, Inspector?
Oh, no, not for me, sir, no.
Wouldn't mind a cup of coffee though,
if there's one going.
I'll put the kettle on.
Would you mind?
No not at all.
Thank you so much.
'Love you always, Margaruite'.
So, you've put off the trip to Texas?
Cancelled it.
Cancelled?
It was getting late, anyway, for Colin.
The whole thing was more so
Frankie felt he was doing something.
Well, the application's been granted
on the safety deposit box,
so we should fix up a time
for you to come in.
Yeah, I'll talk to Mum.
We'll be all right.
Yeah.
The charity people will give us a hand if necessary.
They've helped before.
Charity?
The Backbone Trust, for spinal injuries.
They're nice people,
they do a good job.
But it's still a charity, isn't it?
The stupid little bugger!
Why'd he have to get himself killed!
What are we looking so pleased about?
Do we have lift-off, by any chance?
No, we do not have lift off,
but we do have a little chink.
Anyone here know anything about a place called Perks?
It's a bar, isn't it?
In a basement, near the market.
And Escort Agency, so called.
Oh, yeah, sampled it then, have you?
You get the cards in the back of taxis, sometimes.
Back of taxis?
Come on then, who runs it?
Barry Curzon runs that place, Perks.
Ah, you've been there as well, have you?
All right, all right.
No seriously, any bother?
No.
Well, he did have bother, years ago, didn't he?
On the street.
Went down for immoral earnings.
Been quiet since.
Did he, now that's interesting.
Mr. Curzon?
Yeah?
Detective Inspector Frost Denton C. I.D.,
can I have a word?
Men?
Male escorts?
For women?
Yes.
No, no, no, no, no.
London, West End, maybe.
Round here?
No, no.
There'd be no call for it.
The whole idea's mad.
Women don't pay for sex.
They get paid for it.
Excuse me.
Asthma.
And I didn't know the dead guy.
I think you did.
What was your car doing
outside the Denton Royal around midnight,
Bank Holiday Monday?
My car?
Two of my officers moved you on.
Yeah?
Don't remember.
I think you do, Barry.
No I don't, Jack.
Mr. Frost, to you.
'Fun Times for Swingers'.
I wonder if it was a swinger who did it?
When I was in the force in Dundee,
we had disciplinary safeguards to
prevent paperwork getting to this level.
Jack.
Get on with it.
These keys, of Bowker's, Jack.
No sign of them yet.
well, maybe it was a Second Class Stamp, Sir?
Possibly,
more likely he is lying.
Not be trusted.
Anyway,
the patrol personnel should be alerted.
I've already done that.
Thanks.
Oh, by the way,
I've been cleared of all suspicion,
I expect you heard?
Yes, I heard, Sir.
Very good.
Big relief.
Ah Jack, I hear you think
Frankie Barton and Harvey Wade
were on the same dodge?
Is that right?
Escorts?
Yes, I'd swear to it.
Curzon's cleared them off the records
but they were both there,
and others, probably.
Why'd he get topped, then, Jack?
Why was he attacked?
Well, whoever did it,
I don't think meant to kill him,
but probably there was a fight, you know.
Pushed him a bit hard.
And that was it.
Harvey Wade got the treatment,
but without the fight.
Yeah, but why?
Well, why does any pimp duff up any employee?
Welching?
Not handing over all the dosh?
Well, there you are.
Now what I reckon is, Damien, Frankie,
whatever you want to call him, right,
got some contacts that would go with him
whether he worked for Curzon or not.
Bit like these women
who follow hairdressers about, right.
So, what does he do?
There he is, he is strapped for cash,
got a sick kid,
so he thinks I know what I'll do,
I'll do a bit of moonlighting.
So, Curzon sits outside the Denton Royal,
on Monday night,
watching Frankie coming out,
to give him a fright?
Yeah, that's what I reckon.
Why would he warn him like that
if he was gonna do him over later?
I don't know yet.
Well, all set for tomorrow, Guv.
Midland Bank with Joy Barton
and Frankie's safety deposit box.
Oh, right,
thank you, Constable.
Jane?
Just a minute.
Sir?
What are you doing this evening?
Good evening.
It's Miss Brent, isn't it?
I'd more or less given up this sort of thing.
But, well, for a friend of Marguerite.
How is Marguerite?
Oh, she's fine.
And you're so lovely.
Lucky me.
I called the Perks Agency first.
Yes, well.
We parted company.
Shall we do the sordid part straight away,
since you're a first timer?
If you'd care to give me the money now,
I'll deal with all the expenses.
We'll negotiate extras later,
If there are any.
Oh, sorry about these,
Slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
I had an accident.
I think they're kind of interesting.
Really?
Now, I want you to relax.
I sense we're going to have a truly wonderful time.
A conference, is it,
that brings you to town?
Not so much a conference,
more a con, really.
I need to talk to you, Harvey.
Give the lady her money back.
I was just putting some letters and papers in the letter box.
Funny, I didn't see any of that.
Hold on, all you've got to do
is open the door and have a look.
Your name?
Just open the door!
Your name, Sir?
Bowker, Bob Bowker, leave off!
Off we go, Mr. Bowker.
Look, don't be ridiculous.
Back to the station.
You don't need no handcuffs,
this is ridiculous.
I drank sometimes,
in the Perks bar.
It's good for business.
Advertising people use it.
And then one night,
Barry Curzon said he'd had a request
from a couple of women for escorts.
Dinner and dancing.
He thought they were joking at first, but they weren't.
If he supplied girls, why not men?
He said if I had a friend,
I was looking at a nice little deal.
And the friend was Frankie the pizza waiter,
Damien, as he became.
Poor old boy,
I could see he had potential.
I knew he needed the money.
He took a bit of talking round but...
Then we were off.
Never looked back, until...
Until he had his face rearranged for good.
Believe me,
I was on my way to tell you everything.
When they got to me.
Barry Curzon's mob?
Threatened to do the same thing to you?
Not directly, no.
They just said,
not to open my mouth.
What did you take that to mean?
Well, Frankie'd started to do business
on his own account.
Stupid.
Stupid and greedy.
I admit I helped him out once or twice,
foursomes,
not entirely my style, but...
It's all right, Harvey, all right,
just keep to the point.
What?
Oh yes.
Barry cornered him in the club.
There was a showdown.
He said he'd kill him.
He'd kill him,
if he didn't stay exclusively on the books.
I was there when he said that.
And he wouldn't want you repeating that to us.
But you should've done,
Harvey, shouldn't you?
All right, come on,
I want you to give me a list
of all of Damien's contacts.
I don't know them all, but...
Any of them give him trouble?
Yes.
Jane.
Jane Fanshawe,
she became obsessed with him,
started following him about.
And that unfortunate woman
who killed herself, too.
Florence Allott,
Any chance of police protection?
Sorry Harvey, we haven't got the manpower.
Are you sure about this?
Urgent call, Guv,
cricket club.
All right, I'm coming.
Sayer and Morris were on their way in with Bowker
when Mrs. Hastings called us.
She had seen the flames.
Mr. Hastings?
It's funny isn't it?
Our friend always seems to strike when he's away.
Ah, Mrs. Hastings,
just a moment.
I understand that you saw nothing
before you saw the flames,
is that right?
No, I can't be on the lookout all the time.
No, of course you can't.
It's a campaign, isn't it?
It's just going to go on and on.
No, not if we've caught him.
Anything else?
Oh, yes, Sir, like he said, we found these.
Behind the front door.
Bowker's keys and a letter.
Oh, what's it say?
Oh dear, oh dear,
he had it in for
certain named members, didn't he?
It goes on, claims he's innocent, of course?
And who are we to say he isn't?
How long do they reckon
it took the flames to get going?
The boys reckon eight, nine minutes.
Yeah.
Mr. Pearce in, Mrs. Pearce?
No, he's out for his run.
I thought he might be.
Do you mind if we have a chat?
Your name appears on a list I've been given,
Anne-Marie,
a list of women
who were seen regularly by the late Damien Law.
Yeah, okay,
I knew him.
I had sex with him.
But I didn't kill him.
You went out together?
No, no, he came here,
when Cyril was away.
Cyril can't, you see.
Damien could.
You paid him?
That's right.
A hundred and fifty quid a time.
I wouldn't mind a little number like that myself.
I don't think you should have
any 'hopes' in that direction, do you?
No, quite.
The Ball that you were at the other evening,
Damien Law was there with Jane Fanshawe.
Is that why you got drunk?
I do get drunk.
I drink.
I've got the problem, all right?
I knew the score with him.
He was just a cool little operator
you could have a laugh and a bonk with, that's all.
And your car?
What about it?
Well, where you left it,
the other night.
It seems to me that when you came home from the Ball
you sobered up and tried to go out again.
But you failed.
Because when your husband
tried to get his car out of the garage, he couldn't,
because yours was blocking the drive.
now where were you going?
Anywhere, out of here.
Are you sure that's all you've got to tell me?
Yes.
All right, thank you.
I'll see myself out.
Listen,
Cyril gets to know about me and Damien,
he'll kill me.
Ah, there you are.
Yes listen, we're shelving Bowker, temporarily.
Anything new on Curzon yet?
That's him with his lawyer, just arriving, Sir?
There are two women to see you, Sir.
One of them's that Mrs. Newbiggin,
the other will not give her name.
Two women eh, that's interesting.
Do you reckon I might be able to
do a career switch then, Prentice?
You know, make it in the escort business?
I don't think so, Sir.
Surely you're past all that?
I'll have you know
that Harvey Wade is older than me.
Oh, yes.
But he's suave.
Suave?
What's suave?
All that suave is,
is just getting the right clothes
and looking in the mirror.
Harvey phoned.
I thought we'd better slip in
and get things cleared up.
Blimey, open a window will, you.
'Slip in' and get things cleared up?
You've been withholding information.
Well, not really.
Oh yes, really!
I'd have been coming for you.
We don't know anything about the murder.
I mean, last time we saw him,
Damien, socially, well,
it'd be that weekend.
When that woman threw herself off the car park.
Shopping in London, we were.
Can you tell me what your name is, Madam?
Addie,
Addie Parsons.
Now, how did all this start?
Well, that was me,
about a year ago.
My husband was off to Dubai again.
And I do need to have a good time,
regularly.
And Addie was at a loose end so, well,
I saw these cards in a taxi
and phoned up Barry Curzon.
And he got you a couple of blokes,
just like that?
I told him I'd report him
to the Equal Opportunities Commission if he didn't.
Don't.
Damien's dead, remember.
He was a little darling,
he was, really.
She got too involved.
A bit intense, like.
She couldn't see him the way I see Harvey,
you know as a regular.
Her husband's not so understanding.
Understanding?
She really liked him,
Damien.
It's 1:45 a.m. on Tuesday.
I just thought you'd like to know
that one of your employees,
Mr. Damien Law,
has set up in business on his own.
He's using your clientele
and making a lot of money.
You might want to do something about it...
Doesn't that let Miss Fanshawe off the hook, too?
She'd hardly be asking my client to
'do something about it'
if she'd just done something about it herself.
Ah, well, well, look what we've got here.
Another one of your old friends.
Why don't you go and say hello to each other, socially.
Well, I expect we'll be detaining you then will we,
Mr. Curzon?
No, no, Jack, we're not.
My client has co-operated fully
and will continue to do so.
Good morning.
Why?
A copper-bottomed alibi.
I don't believe it.
I'll show you the statement after I've been through it.
You'll love it.
Yeah, I bet I will.
Just had a complaint about Jane Fanshawe, Jack, this minute.
From a Mrs. Rosalie Martin.
Oh yeah, all right.
Jack, hear this tape first.
All right, okay, thank you.
My God.
He did say he had a bit put by, but.
What's this?
Come on out, or I'll come and get you!
You're gonna tell me what the copper was doing here!
Get out of there, now!
I couldn't tell you while Bruce was alive.
Why do I want you to know I'm not a slut?
I do know.
Why don't you tell me how it started.
It started with a woman in the hairdresser's.
Laughing.
Such a human kind of laugh.
Warm, amazed at herself.
It made me wonder how long it was
since I'd laughed like that.
She said she'd been out with a man
she'd hired for the night.
So you went to Perks?
And met Damien.
How often did you see him?
Every three or four weeks.
And you'd go out together?
Sometimes.
Sometimes I'd cook him a meal
and take it to him in his room.
And then you'd...
Go to bed?
Yes, always.
I needed to.
My husband was a passionate man.
It goes on being important, doesn't it?
Sex.
Longer than you think.
This case has given some of my colleagues a big laugh.
Well, the younger ones.
As if it all stops when you're forty.
Couldn't possibly get excited.
You know, for days beforehand,
I was like a girl,
planning what I'd wear,
the dress, the underwear, the perfume.
And he was always so attentive, so lighthearted.
It didn't seem like a betrayal, somehow.
It seemed like a gift
that I brought home and shared.
And Miss Fanshawe?
She wanted him all to herself.
Now she never leaves me alone.
She phones, all hours.
She sits out there in her car, screams at me.
I don't want my son to know.
We'll do our best, Mrs. Martin.
The tea is ready.
Oh, there's some cake in there as well,
do try some Inspector,
it's homemade.
Oh, thank you.
Frost's coming for you Cyril, he's got your number.
For what?
You know, you bastard, that scam with the Charity.
Does he know I hit him?
Who?
You hit Damien?
He was coming on to me for thousands.
He tried again it at the ball.
So I went round, afterwards, to sort him out.
It was an accident.
Now, get dressed, we're going.
You killed him?
You killed Damien?
Shut up!
He was everything to me.
Please Anne-Marie.
You're coming with me.
Can't you hear, you useless sod.
He was everything to me!
All right, come on, what have we got?
Four invoices, Guv.
These two relate to the souvenir programs
for the charity ball.
This one's from the printer to Cyril Pearce,
and this one's from Pearce to the charity committee.
There's a big mark up.
And what about the others?
Same thing, Guv.
From an event Pearce organized last year.
They came up in the stuff we dug out on him.
Yeah, a different charity.
This one's the Backbone Trust.
Frankie and Joy Barton had a connection with it
because of their little boy, Colin.
All right, come on then, Constable.
Why would Frankie Barton
have all this stuff in his security box?
Blackmail documents?
Frankie could've stumbled on a racket.
We know he was seeing Pearce's wife,
and in her own home,
where the office is.
She could've said something,
and he followed it up.
Yeah, we know that she hates her old man.
Well done, Constable.
All right, let's check with the charity.
Get on to the treasurer, will you.
Come on then, get moving!
Chop, chop.
(Phone ringing)
Hello, Prue Hastings.
Oh, hello, Sergeant...
That's not very convenient, I'm afraid.
Well, of course,
if I must.
I understand.
shall we say ten minutes?
That's a bit over the top, isn't it, Guv'nor,
bringing her in on it?
I want Pearce nailed.
Mrs. Hastings, would you mind waiting here,
just for a couple of minutes?
You'd better call for back up?
Take a look out there first, go on.
Where's your husband?
Has he gone?
Damien...
Yes.
Didn't tell him.
Tell him what?
Didn't tell him about us.
He was a good man.
Yes.
Cyril killed him.
It's all right, yes, I know.
I know, go on, go on.
You're gonna be all right.
Ssh.
Karl, get the medics down to Anne-Marie will you, please.
Yes sir.
Thank you.
Is Anne-Marie all right?
Yes, well, she's going to be, yes thank you.
Are these the Accounts?
Yes.
All right, I'll take them.
That's all right, I get them.
Oh Prentice, look after those, will you?
Also, go with the ambulance,
make sure Anne-Marie's gonna be all right.
Mrs. Hastings, I wonder if you could do me a favor?
A favor?
Could you give me a lift?
Yes, of course.
Thank you.
It's just that on the way over
we heard that there had been
another incident at the cricket club.
Could I have your keys?
I told you, Inspector,
I, a mere mortal,
would never be given keys to hallowed ground.
Please.
Thank you.
What's going on?
We've changed all the locks.
Where are the old ones?
In the skip, round the back.
Hold it, hold it!
Let's have it back.
I always said it was an inside job.
I hope you'll say
I behaved like a good citizen Inspector,
and helped you with your enquiries.
If I hadn't, I'd have been making my escape too.
Don't like Denton very much,
do you, Mrs. Hastings?
Would anyone choose to live here?
Well they do say the first six years are the worst.
Leave a note did you,
saying the fire was the last straw?
Something like that.
Hoping he'd follow.
Knowing that he probably wouldn't.
You can't separate people from their passions.
I'm no longer one of Clifford's.
I don't believe it.
And this is Curzon's alibi?
Have you shown this to Hornrim Harry, yet?
No, I think you've earned that privilege, Jack.
Oh yeah?
I think I have.
Where've you been.
You can't take a tea break.
Not with all those files to clear up in my office.
I have not got time to do that, sir.
I am starting all the leave
that is owing to me tomorrow.
You what?
Oh yes, sir.
I am taking the ill-health pension.
Stress.
Stress?
Yes, sir, it's a very good deal,
you should think about taking it yourself, Sir,
it could lengthen your life.
So, it's Pearce.
Yep.
What about the other man who was gunning for Barton,
Curzon, was it, the pimp?
That's right, Barry Curzon, the pimp.
Well apparently, DCI Peters was correct,
he's got a cast iron alibi.
Well, get on with it.
Well it appears at the time Barton was killed,
Barry Curzon was giving what he calls
a floor show with some girls
at the house of one, Rupert Duffy.
That would be Councilor Duffy, Sir.
Councilor Duffy?
Oh, isn't Councilor Duffy
a member of you cricket club committee?
He was also with Councilor March and a James Nevin.
They all support Curzon's alibi.
Funny that, isn't it, Sir?
The way that it's all tied up with the cricket club?
Well,
well done, Jack.
Thank you, Sir.
Inspector.
Mrs. Martin?
Are you all right?
Oh, yes, it's nothing, sorry.
I was going to leave this for you, at the desk.
What's that a bribe?
It's just,
I made you a cake.
The sort you like.
You were so kind to me.
I think I might have embarrassed you,
some of the things I said.
No, no, not at all.
Well, I was grateful.
Anyway, it gave me something to do, baking
I feel a bit lost, at the moment.
Yes, I know what it's like.
Do you?
Yes well, I lost my wife,
not too long ago.
I'm sorry.
It's terrible, isn't it,
the emptiness.
After a happy marriage.
I didn't say mine was happy.
I was just wondering if,
you might like to come out
for a drink with me, sometime?
I might,
I just need a bit of time.
Oh, thanks for the cake.