Ten fourteen and a half.
Oh, come on, Richie,
I'm getting really fed up with you.
Maybe it's because
I've just come from the hospital
where there's a kid lying in a coma.
I did warn you, Jack.
Come on, Richie,
it's not like you to get sod all out of you.
I mean, usually you're full of it.
Especially when you're out there on the street,
being Mr. Big.
Waiting for his solicitor.
I'm in my rights.
Your rights.
There's a young student
with a good life ahead of him
Iying in Denton General Hospital
with a brain like a jelly baby 'cos of you.
What about his rights?
Do you want to know his name, Richie, eh?
His name is Marty Hall.
That's it then?
Call it a day?
Yes.
Let him sweat it out for the night.
He's asking to see his solicitor.
I know.
And a cup of tea.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Come along then, Emily,
yes, that's it, come on.
Don't rush, wait a minute!
I expect Mr. Warrinder's far too busy in court
getting some other pusher off the hook to worry about you.
As he is, of course.
Yes, of course.
Now come on Richie I'm getting angry.
And then this.
Your rights.
I'm sick to death of your rights.
If I had my way...
You don't do you.
Don't I?
Oh, don't I?
Right.
Oi, Sergeant, turn that off will you?
Are you sure, Jack?
Who's that?
The other officer.
A DS Toolan.
Time's up, Richie.
Now you and me are gonna have a proper chat
about where and when
you supplied drugs to Marty.
Who switched it off?
Not clear.
Then, according to my client
they tried every trick to extract a confession.
Mr. Dearne resisted,
he's a strong-minded man.
Physical violence?
Mental.
Then, even though I'm Mr. Dearne's regular solicitor,
I met every obstruction from this station
when I tried to get a copy of the tape.
I'm just a local solicitor, Ms. Cremond,
and I try to co-operate with the police when I can.
And we appreciate that.
But if this got to a top London QC...
I hear what you're saying, Mr. Warrinder.
Thank you for bringing it straight to me.
I don't know what's happened here in the past,
but I can assure you that male maverick stuff
is finished here for good.
Emily!
Emily, come here,
Emily,
that's it,
there's a good girl.
Ah, morning, Ben.
Morning.
You partnered today, are you?
I'll go round with you, Mullett.
Thousands wouldn't.
Hang on, just park the car.
Come along,
we'll put you in the car,
that's it,
back seat,
up you go, up, up, Emily,
that's it,
Iie down and be quiet,
that's fine,
shan't be long,
I've left a window open for you.
Oh, well, I never thought I'd see
the great Superintendent up here in the middle of the week.
Well, I'm taking a fortnight's leave actually.
Very nice.
Did you get that, promotion you were expecting?
No.
No, I didn't.
Seems the powers that be in their wisdom
felt they needed a new broom.
Sit down.
You know who I am?
The assistant chief constable, marm.
Superintendent Mullett's taken some leave
and I'm overseeing his duties,
amongst other things.
You work with DI Frost?
Sometimes, marm.
Reliable officer, is he?
Well, yes.
You were with him yesterday when he detained
and interviewed a Mr. Richard Dearne?
Yes.
Happy with the interview?
Well, happy that we'd picked up a big pusher,
yes marm.
Were you?
Are you aware his solicitor
has made a formal complaint?
Want to know why?
I thought you might try talking to him, sir.
He won't say anything to me.
Can he?
I don't know.
But it must be worth a try.
They're getting three or four of these drug OD's a week.
Yeah, thanks to our friend Richard Dearne.
Who's the young woman?
Girlfriend.
Philly Williams.
Well?
Out of order, wasn't it?
Yes, it was, marm.
Who switched it off?
A 20 year old boy
had just been rushed to the hospital in a coma.
DI Frost, wasn't it?
No, marm.
It was me.
Well, if that's your idea of loyalty.
Don't know.
Look, Philly, with your help,
I can catch this man.
I really don't.
You've seen Marty.
You've seen what he's done to him.
This guy's reeking havoc.
If we don't stop him
we'll have half the young people in Denton in here.
Look, his name is Richard Dearne.
Is there anything that Marty has,
Iike an address book, a diary,
anything that might help.
I'll see.
Good.
Thank you.
Human skin, eh?
Yeah, we make it.
Artificial human skin.
That's what you boffins get up to in the Science Park.
Yeah.
We supply it to hospitals for burns victims and so on.
Functions till the real stuff grows back.
Bio-genetics.
Big business, is it?
Oh, we'll be a quoted company soon.
Yeah, tricky one.
All right.
Still, er, you can use this leave to,
sharpen up your game, can't you?
Right.
It's in the water.
You've left someone in charge, I trust?
Oh, yes.
The new assistant chief constable's there.
She's got fresh managerial ideas, you know.
Oh, the one who got the promotion?
Yes.
Your usual G and T, Mr. Joyner, sir.
Oh, thank you, Sammy.
Improves the day.
Not playing?
Yes, it can be difficult for temporary members
to get partnered, sir.
I'll ask around if you like.
No, never mind, I think I'll give today a miss.
The old war wound, sir?
Well, that sort of thing.
Rugger, actually.
So, what was your war, then, sir?
The Gulf?
No, no, no, no.
The Falklands.
The last good one.
Before the game went chemical.
Turned the army into a club for computer programmers.
Catering corps, me, sir.
Sergeant.
Really?
Glad to be out of it.
Staying in Denton long, sir?
Well, 'till I finish...
servicing this client.
So to speak as it were.
Check carefully everything's there.
That's right, sir.
Yeah, that's it.
Right, let's get out of here.
Sign there, please.
You got that piece of paper with that number on it?
Oh, yes, sir.
Thank you.
See, every cloud has a silver lining.
Oi!
What the hell's going on?
Hang about!
Where do you think you're going?
Frost.
You've done enough.
Just stay off me, all right?
In your dreams.
If you...
Sir.
Hey, what...
Where's George?
Ah, George.
What's happened?
I've just seen Dearne...
Yeah, released without charge.
What?
His brief said he'd been threatened,
demanded a copy of the interview tape,
then went straight to the new ACC...
What, that little Twank Warrinder?
Everyone knows he's bent.
She doesn't.
Now, Jack, you did switch off the tape.
And I let you.
Now that's called misguided loyalty to a senior colleague.
She's got you on a disciplinary?
Oh yeah.
I'm on community duties.
I've got to go and talk
to the Gay and Lesbian liaison committee.
Oh dear.
She's getting at me through you.
Right.
Don't worry.
I'll go and have a word with her.
Er, Jack.
Jack, you haven't seen her yet.
I know, She hasn't seen that kid
Iying in Denton Hospital, has she?
Well, I'm telling you, she's not like...
Mullett.
Another of the same then, sir?
In a minute.
Just got to go and point the old weapon at the target.
Have you ever noticed how much more you pee
the older you get?
And you pay more taxes too.
You're telling me.
Hello, Teddy.
Amanda.
I didn't you think you were coming in today.
Thought I might tempt you to a round.
He seems to have a small problem with his equipment.
Thank you, sergeant.
Not so you'd ever notice.
Can I get you a drink?
In a minute, yeah, erm, I'll be back shortly.
Jacqui, Jacqui and Susie.
Yes, fine.
Okay.
Sorry, Sime, but I need it.
So, what did the Big Lady say?
You're released without charge.
And they can't get you again on that offence.
Not while we're holding this.
I owe you one, Sime.
You owe me a lot more than that.
Mutual then, isn't it?
Your problem is that kid's
still lying in Denton General in a coma.
Not my problem.
It will be if he dies.
They won't be so easy on you then.
Better hold on to this then.
It's better if I...
Insurance, Sime.
Every businessman needs it.
Drop me, will you, top of Bentinck Street, by my car.
Hope it's not miles out of your way.
Read it out.
It's our new community pledge.
T is for Tolerance,
E is for Even-Handedness,
A is for Awareness,
M is for Managerial Responsibility.
And?
T,E,A,M spells Team.
Well, what's it about?
You should know.
Good management practice.
Running a caring, supportive,
accountable police force.
Being a responsible senior officer.
Oh well, if I'm a responsible senior officer,
how come you disciplined my sergeant
without consulting me.
He's not your sergeant, Inspector.
Every officer is responsible
for his or her actions.
However,
if that's an admission
that you were primarily responsible
for that mishandled interview...
'Cos Warrinder said so.
Mr. Warrinder could have gone straight
to the Police Complaints Authority.
Instead he had the decency to come to me.
The decency!
Warrinder!
I've got enough evidence on his client...
Maybe now.
But you hadn't then, had you?
So, you released him without charge?
Yes, and you won't arrest Richard Dearne again.
I gave Mr. Warrinder my word.
Your word?
You gave Warrinder your word?
Inspector, do you think in my first month in this job
I want an enquiry into police malpractice?
And don't you know
what he could do to you in court?
You don't understand, do you, Inspector?
You're accountable.
Not just to me.
To the community.
Standards of justice.
I think I know standards of...
Look, Inspector, I don't like the way you stand there,
the way you talk to me.
Mr. Mullett may be an easygoing man.
I'm not.
No, marm, you're a woman.
Are you trying to be amusing?
No.
I understand you offered your resignation
a month or so ago, why?
Different styles of policing.
I joined the force
to help the community and catch criminals.
Not to read mission statements
or to help bent solicitors.
Right.
Well, since you seem so unresponsive
to ideals of community service,
never mind police rules,
maybe you should offer it again.
Think it over, Inspector.
Yes, Marm.
And what about George Toolan?
DS Toolan will be replaced.
Thank you.
Let's just stay out of the sightlines, shall we, Richie?
You could even stay off the street for a bit.
Don't worry, Sime.
I've always got you to protect me, right?
Don't count on it.
Oh, I do, Mr. Warrinder.
Anyway take care.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Yeah?
Temporary problem.
Well, looks like you owe me a drink after all, Ben, eh?
That's my car!
Who are you?
Bill Dorridge, sir.
Just to say I've been moved in from Fyfield
to take up DS Toolan's duties.
You've been moved in, have you?
Who moved you in?
The Witch in the Wardrobe?
The... the Assistant Chief Constable?
Yes sir, she seemed to like my file, so...
She liked your file, did she?
Why, what was in it?
Well, I've worked in most sections.
Vice Squad, Drugs Squad,
commercial fraud,
I liked that...
Did you, ooh?
Well, I'd like a cup of coffee.
Maybe you could go and find me one.
Right, sir.
Oh, just a minute.
All right, I'm sorry.
What did you say your name was again?
Dorridge, sir.
Dorridge, right.
Tell me something, Dorridge,
do you like your job?
Yes.
Yes, I do.
Don't you?
No.
Not today, I don't.
Yeah?
'Morning, Jack.
Good morning.
Tell me something.
Why is it when someone wants me to stay in this job,
I want to tell them to stuff it.
And when they want to kick me out,
I make up my mind to stay.
Now, is there an explanation?
Er... you're perverse, Jack.
Yes, you're right, I'm perverse.
I am perverse.
How long is she gonna stay with us?
The ACC?
Just while Mullett's on leave.
She's reviewing practices,
reforming our working culture,
setting up focus groups...
Focus g....!
To focus on what?
Well, asking the public
what they want from their police.
Aaah...
what about, urm, catching criminals,
how about that one?
Well, you see, Jack, that's eighties thinking.
Oh is it, right.
Did you pop in here
just to chat about eighties thinking,
or was there something else?
No, you're wanted,
at Denton Golf Club.
Someone's been nicking cars.
What're you talking about, nicking cars?
Haven't you heard of Traffic Division?
They enjoy doing that sort of thing.
You haven't heard whose car it is.
Who's car?
Oi!
Who's car is it?
Calm down now, that's fine.
Ah, here's my man now.
There you are, Jack.
Now this is an outrage.
Yes, I heard that you had your car stolen, sir.
I am sorry.
Yes, well it, it wasn't mine, no,
but it was nearly stolen.
It's my car, Maroon Mercedes.
This is Ben Pecksmith,
a golfing partner of mine,
I want you to offer him every assistance.
Yes, of course, excuse me, sorry,
sorry about that, sir.
Would you excuse us just for a moment?
Could I have a word in your ear?
CID on car theft?
Hardly proper use of police time is it, sir?
Especially now as we've got the community pledge team.
You know, TEAM, for T-E-A-M.
T is for Tolerance, E is for...
Look, I don't know what you're talking about, Jack.
I want you to investigate this, on my authority.
It could easily have been my car, he unlocked it...
Ah, but he didn't take it, sir.
Why, why do you think that?
Wasn't it good enough, or what do you think?
Luckily I'd left Emily sprawling in the back seat.
Emily on the... did you really, sir?
Elsbeth's dog.
And the man's driven off with my keys.
Don't tell me that you left your keys in your jacket
unattended, Mr. Mullett?
For god's sake, Jack.
If golfers can't trust each other, then who can, eh?
Well, that's true.
Come on, everybody, let's go inside.
If he left in Mr. Pecksmith's car, sir,
how did he get here?
His own I believe,
the silver Audi, there.
Oh, did you know the car thief then, madam?
No, no, not really.
And he didn't pay his bar bill neither.
Must go.
Well, Frost is an excellent officer.
He'll soon clear it up.
Good, well I'd better phone my daughter,
get a lift back to the office.
'excuse me.
Looks like you got somebody in mind already, sir.
Oh, well, we all have someone in mind.
Ask Pain here.
Well?
Er, yes, sir.
A Mr. Joyner, sir,
a temporary member.
He was staying locally I gather.
Anybody know where?
At some small hotel or other.
He's a financial advisor,
he travels around a lot.
He had excellent credentials.
Belonged to several well-known clubs.
Handicap certificate from the Royal Birkdale.
Only he didn't play this morning.
No, he sat here in the bar for a time,
and then just before lunch
he went into the locker room.
Well, you saw him, Mrs. Seagrove?
Little boy doing what little boys do.
And that's when he must have taken the keys.
Yeah.
Er, could you let me have a glass of water, please?
Certainly, sir.
Now, did he take anything else, sir?
Like... Iike what?
Well, I mean, if he took your keys out of your jacket,
he might have taken your check book,
your warrant card, your glasses...
Oh, don't be absurd, Jack.
No, well, I mean it's important, sir, isn't it?
He didn't take anything else.
At lease nobody's missed anything yet.
I mean, he was a decent sort of chap.
Ex-army, served in the Falklands.
Oh yes?
Went down well with the ladies too.
You could say that.
Right, 'ere, just a minute.
Did he pay his bar-bill?
No, that does remain unpaid.
Oh, so, welcome to the club.
Bloody girls isn't there.
Usual, Sammy, please.
I can't tell you how inconvenient this is, inspector.
Tell me, do you have a phone in your car, sir?
Yes.
Would you mind calling him for me?
Here you go sir.
(Phone ringing)
Not answering.
Well, he wouldn't, would he?
You'd be surprised, sir.
You'd be surprised.
Yes?
Keys of the Audi, sir.
He left them on the seat,
and this in the glove pocket.
Oh, right.
Well done, thank you.
Er, um, what's that, Jack?
This is a golfer's diary, sir.
Belongs to a Simon Renfrew,
who comes from Masters Road,
West Bridgford,
which is in Nottingham.
Well, you know what this means, don't you, sir?
Oh well, yes.
Yes, of course.
Oh, that car was stolen too, sir.
Exactly.
Yes.
Exactly.
And most probably from a golf club.
I reckon he makes a habit of this short of thing.
I bet he's got a chain of cars out there somewhere.
And I think he's gonna dump the car that he's got at the moment,
and pick up another one quite soon.
Well, Jack?
What are you going to do about it?
Well, I'll tell you what I'll try and do, sir.
I'll put out a description of the car.
I'll put out the registration number.
I'll go off to see this Simon Renfrew,
and I'll also have a word with the Nottingham police.
Don't worry, sir, we'll soon recover your friend's car.
Thank you sir,
that will do very nicely.
I do hope so.
I've given you the Oak Suite on the first floor.
Thank you, Nicky.
It's very special.
That includes automatic membership of sports center,
health club, gym, and golf club.
Marvelous!
And we can arrange riding, sailing, or squab shooting,
if you're interested.
Splendid.
I shall think about it, Nicky.
Tonight's dinner menu will be in your room.
Right.
Glad you could make it after all, Mr. Pecksmith.
Thank you, Nicky.
Morning, Mr. Pecksmith.
Everything all right?
Splendid, thank you.
Kippers excellent.
Tell the chef.
I will.
What's it going to be today, The gym?
Good god, no.
Golf, I thought I'd try a round of golf.
Very nice, Mr. Pecksmith.
Enjoy your day.
Listen.
According to this friend of mine at Bramshill,
instead of studying she spent most of her time
in the local boutiques.
Just imagine, our Assistant Chief Constable
in black undies.
Black, red, purple.
Anything it seems except normal white.
In the end they decided
the only way to attract her attention
was to hoist a certain item of her new underwear
to the top of the flagpole.
After that she realized what she was there for
and she got her head down for a bit of swatting.
But, you know,
what really galled the men was
she came out top of her course.
She came out on top.
There's a moral there somewhere, isn't there.
Inspector Frost?
Morning, sir.
There a bit of a problem.
Oh, not the Witch in the Wardrobe again, is it?
No, not Ms. Cremond, sir, no.
The car theft you disappeared to yesterday
and then handed on to Traffic Division.
Yeah, well, what about it?
Your Mr. Mullet wants you on the case till it's solved.
He says it's a CID matter.
He thinks Joyner's a professional con-man.
Just because he had the cheek
to try and steal Mullett's car?
Really.
It seems he took the Audi
from a golf club near Nottingham.
Where he left another car
taken from a golf club near Doncaster.
Where he left another car
taken from a golf club near Leeds.
I'm beginning to like this Mr. Joyner.
What do you mean like him?
Well.
He borrows the owners' cars,
puts a few miles on the clock.
Always leaves the keys.
Bit like an old-fashioned English gentleman.
Bit like me.
He didn't pay his bar bill.
I told you he was a bit like me.
Sir.
Mr. Renfrew's here from Nottingham.
Ohh.
Yeah, alright, I'm coming.
Had enough of this anyway.
All right, no, no, no.
You stay there.
Have your breakfast.
This is just traffic.
I'll handle it.
Good morning.
I was wondering if you're thinking of playing today?
I'm sorry?
It's the usual problem I'm afraid.
I came here for a pleasant golfing weekend
but I completely forgot
to bring a partner along.
I see.
You know how it is.
I understand perfectly.
As a matter of fact,
I'm in the same position myself.
Good.
So, would you like to play with me?
Yes, yes, of course, if you're free.
Well, I'd love to play.
Mr. Pecksmith, is that right?
Yes.
Ben Pecksmith.
Yes, I heard them talking to you in the restaurant.
Marijke Hoogenbloom,
nice meeting you.
How do you do?
There you are, sir.
Oh, all right, thank you.
Right, sir.
Here's your licence.
Sorry about that,
but I just had to check the name.
Now, your car, can you see it?
Yeah, this is it.
Silver Audi.
Eight days I've been without it.
Bloody pain when you spend your life on the road.
Right, sir, now, Mr. Renfrew,
I'd like you to take a close look at the car,
just tell me if there's anything's different about it will you?
Well, this is, for a start.
Oh, yeah.
Not bad, not bad.
You are good.
You are very, very good.
Thank you, Marijke.
Here.
Now, tell me, Marijke?
Where's that from?
I'm Dutch.
Oh?
What, Amsterdam?
Yes.
Have you been there?
It's very, very beautiful.
Yes.
I love it.
Concertgebouw,
Rijksmuseum,
excellent golf.
Yes, you must go again.
Well, I have every intention.
As a matter of fact,
I was thinking of going this weekend.
Really?
He's put three thousand on the bloody clock.
It's not bad for eight days, is it?
No.
And he managed,
to fit in a few games of golf as well.
What about the glove compartment?
Not yours?
Definitely not.
Anything missing?
No.
Well, you've got to admit,
if you've got to have your car stolen,
you couldn't have a nicer thief.
True.
Tell me something, Mr. Renfrew,
your golf club.
Did you have a temporary member go missing
about the same time that your car was stolen?
Yeah, this guy Harry Plumber.
Listen, the police knew exactly who it was.
Didn't seem to think
it was worth much of their time though.
Yes, well, some police forces are like that.
We're not.
We like to think that we're considerate and caring.
We have a little motto here.
It's T-E-A-M.
That spells team.
Oh dear.
Do you think you could manage another?
If you help me.
Oh, yes.
Well, I don't think that should be a problem.
Right, we've got a Joyner,
a Plumber.
Right, what's next, do you reckon, sergeant?
Roofing Contractor?
Could be a roofi...,
no, no, it's got to be a name.
It's got to be like Carpenter,
say, could be a Glazier.
Oh, I don't know.
Look, why don't you go
and check out all the hotels in and around Denton
to see if he stayed in any of them.
And then when you've done that,
have a word with the army,
see if they can help.
Big production for a small-time thief.
Ah, yeah, well, you don't know our Mr. Mullett, do you?
There could be bodies three foot deep all over Denton,
and he'd still be worrying about his car.
Anyway, where's this bloke gonna turn up next,
do you reckon?
Golf club?
Golf club.
Very good.
Doesn't explain this though, does it?
No.
I should like to check out.
But you're booked in for the entire weekend,
Miss Hoogenbloom.
Yes, yes, I know.
But something has come up, some business.
Here you are.
Aspen Suite, wasn't it?
Yes.
Anything since this morning?
No.
No telephone calls?
No, no.
Nothing wrong with the service, I hope?
No, no, no.
It has been a lovely weekend, really.
Thank you.
Here you are.
Thanks.
Bye.
(Phone ringing)
Send a porter, ok.
Mr. Pecksmith, he moves fast.
Just driven off in his Range Rover with that Dutch girl.
Range Rover?
I thought he drove a Mercedes.
Here you are.
What's that?
He just bought a set of clubs.
What's wrong?
Oh, no.
We'd better phone the police.
(Phone ringing)
Frost.
Ah, right.
Have they?
Mr. Pecksmith will be pleased.
Yeah, go on, what is it.
Huh.
I'll bet it's got a golf course.
Yeah, alright.
Tell them I'll be there.
Thank you, bye.
Guess what?
They've found Mr. Pecksmith's car.
At a Country House Hotel near Crawley?
Well, that's sixty miles away.
It means someone else can look for Mr. Joyner.
No no, Mr. Dorridge.
I'm going to look for Mr. Joyner.
It's out of our division.
Ah, no, I know.
But.
You've got to think
what would my Mr. Mullett say?
Right.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
You stay there and check out the hotels.
Mr. Joyner must have stayed somewhere.
T.T. F.N.
Ah, PC Clarke.
Sir?
I don't suppose you've phoned the hospital
about Marty Hall, have you?
I did, sir.
I talked to the girlfriend.
Go on, yes, what did she say?
No better.
She seems very cut up.
Not much more we can do though, sir, is there?
Oh, I don't know.
I haven't forgotten Richard Dearne.
Oh, Good afternoon, Ma'am.
Got much on?
All right, so.
What's he taken this time?
A Porsche?
No, a Range Rover.
The owners had left it unlocked.
Elderly couple.
Apparently it had a disabled sticker on the back.
Send out a description.
Nation-wide.
Make sure that's all ports as well, will you.
Yes, sir, will do.
All right.
I see he's left you a bunch of keys.
Don't suppose he left his clubs, sir.
No right, haven't you checked?
No, I was told to wait and hang on for you, sir.
Yes, that's quite right.
Well, let's have a look.
What the hell!
Oh my god, I don't believe it.
You know him?
Yeah.
Richie Dearne, drug dealer.
All right now, son?
Yeah fine.
Sir, you say you know him then?
Yeah.
Drugs dealer from Denton.
Well, alleged, nobody's managed to nail him.
Somebody has now.
And this car thief?
Sometimes Joyner, sometimes Plumber.
Now Pecksmith.
Yeh.
Took the name of the bloke whose car he stole.
I'll get a description put out.
I already have.
Oh, have you?
Inspector!
Just a minute, excuse me.
Get rid of that, will you?
He was struck on the back of the head,
smashing the back of the skull
and fracturing the vertebrae,
probably with a bludgeon of some kind.
Can you be more specific?
Yeah, what about a golf club?
Possible.
It depends what iron you use.
Very good.
Play a bit of golf yourself, do you, doc?
I play a bit.
Inspector Frost from Denton.
He's identified our victim.
Drugs pusher.
He was killed elsewhere,
probably in the undergrowth,
and then lifted into the car boot.
Thoughtless place to put him.
Better than leaving him at a bus-stop, isn't it?
From my point of view, I mean.
A bit like putting him in an oven in this muggy weather.
Makes it a bit hard to estimate the time of death.
Yeah, I'm sure, go on.
Try though, go on.
mm, yesterday.
Anything up to twenty four hours.
Thank you.
That puts the murder in Denton.
How do you get that?
Well I had him in custody
up until mid morning.
And the car was nicked just before lunch.
That's twenty four hours.
I said anything up to 24 hours.
It could be 18 or less.
So we'd better leave all that for the slab,
don't you think?
So, anyway.
No phone calls.
He arrived on Friday, what time?
Shortly after six.
I see was he alone?
He was when he arrived.
Ahhh.
But not when he left?
By then he'd met Miss Hoogenbloom.
Miss who 'n' who?
Miss Hoogenbloom.
A Dutch guest staying for the weekend too.
Oh.
Do you think they knew each other?
Not when they arrived.
I think they only met this morning.
But you know weekend breaks.
No.
No, I don't actually.
Things happen in hotels.
That's why people come.
I quite fancied him myself actually.
But I'm no Miss Hoogenbloom.
I wouldn't say that.
Nicky.
I tell you what.
Could you get me a copy of her bill as well?
That was the Aspen Suite.
Luckily we had no problem there.
Here we are.
Ah, thank you.
Ah, it's booked through Tulip Travel, Rotterdam, I see.
Yeah.
She did make some phone calls, here.
Yeah, so she did.
Inspector, this murder,
will the hotel have to close?
No, I shouldn't think so.
They'll just put an incident van out there on the grounds.
Anyway, you could use it
as an advertising gimmick, couldn't you?
You know,
advertise as a murder weekend.
Thank you, Nicky.
Making inquiries, Inspector?
No, not really.
Nothing important.
It is my investigation, remember.
At your crime scene,
my criminal, my victim.
Bound to be a joint investigation, isn't it?
I leave those decisions to my Chief Constable.
'Ere.
Did you find anything?
Yes.
What?
Five thousand pounds in his jacket pocket.
Well, well, well, well, well.
That proves it wasn't robbery then, doesn't it?
We found something else as well.
Oh, yeah?
Yours I believe.
Maybe you can tell me how it got there.
Police interview tape.
Marked Denton CID.
Oh yeah, I know.
Hey!
Mr. Warrinder.
Frost.
Do you mind, I'm due in court in ten minutes.
I just wanted to tell you
that one of your clients won't be paying up.
One of my clients?
Mm.
Richard Dearne.
Inspector, you were warned to stay right away from Mr. Dearne.
I know, I would normally.
But now he's been murdered
unfortunately our rule is to investigate.
Come inside.
Now look, sad as it is.
Yeah, I know.
It's terrible isn't it?
Terrible loss.
I still don't understand why you're wasting your time
talking to me about it.
Didn't I tell you?
I thought you might be able
to help the police with their enquiries.
I dislike that phrase.
And I can't anyway.
'Course you can, you're a material witness.
You were one of the last people to see him alive.
I know that.
'Cos I saw him getting into your car
outside Denton Nick.
I dropped him in town, that's all.
Oh yeah, whereabouts?
Bentinck Street.
All right, thank you.
After that anything could have happened.
You know the kind of thing he was mixed up in.
Oh yeah, what was that?
Dealing in drugs could it be?
I didn't say that.
No, I know you didn't.
But that was my problem.
I knew the things that he was mixed up in.
But you were always there to deny it.
I do the best I can for my clients.
Yeah, I know.
They depend on you, don't they?
He was one of many.
Yeah, I know.
So.
You didn't give him the five thousand pounds then?
Why would I give him five thousand pounds?
I don't know.
But I do know you gave him this.
Get to the point, Inspector.
I will.
Richie Dearne was in custody.
So all his possessions were logged.
The only way that he could get hold
of five thousand pounds and this tape
would be the time between
when you dropped him in town,
and when he died.
Where did you go after you dropped him, sir?
I was due in court.
Inspector, I should advise you to be very careful.
You already have a reputation.
How's your Dutch, Dorridge?
About as good as yours I should think.
Ah, good.
In that case,
get onto the Rotterdam police,
see if they've got anything on a Marijke Hoogenbloom.
What's that then?
A tulip or a cigar?
No.
It's a woman.
She's the one that did the flit with Teddy Joyner,
or Pecksmith, whatever his name is.
Find out if they can trace a Range Rover.
He's probably changed the plates by now,
but it still might have a disabled sticker in the back.
Anyway, here's some bunk for you,
hotel bill, telephone calls,
all that sort of stuff.
So you think he's gone to the Holland?
Well yes I do, wouldn't you?
Well, shouldn't you tell our colleagues at Crowley?
No, I shouldn't.
And talking about that,
where's that autopsy report
that they promised me?
Er, no.
There's been a problem with the time of death.
Well, tell 'em to get onto it.
I want it here, now.
Yeah?
Jack, she wants you, upstairs.
Now.
I never thought I'd hear those words ever again.
(Knock on door)
Not another complaint from Mr. Warrinder, I trust, Marm?
He says you've been harassing him
over the death of Richard Dearne.
Murder enquiry.
He's a material witness as to
the last known whereabouts of the victim, marm.
He tells me you're treating him like the prime suspect.
Ooh no.
We have a prime suspect.
In fact we've established a nation-wide search
both here and on the continent.
But you have no business
investigating this crime at all,
do you, inspector?
It happened in another authority.
Ah yes.
That's true the body was found in another authority.
But, the crime was perpetrated here in Denton.
That is not what the Chief Constable of Crowley's'
just been telling me.
Ah, no, well maybe the Chief Constable of Crowley's
hadn't got the advantage of seeing the autopsy report.
Hadn't he?
No.
What's that got to do with it?
Well, that means that the murder was twenty-four hours
before they found the body.
Which would put the crime
fairly and squarely here in Denton.
And you're sure of that, are you?
Oh yes, marm.
I was at the..
I was at the scene,
I was the one that found the body.
So I heard.
What were you doing there?
Well, it's part of an ongoing enquiry, marm.
On the specific instructions
of the sub-divisional commander
Superintendent Mullett,
I was in pursuit of the prime suspect, a Mr. Joyner.
For what?
Car theft, deception,
credit card fraud,
and murder,
quite a list actually, marm.
Also I had interviewed the victim,
Mr. Richie Dearne, who would still be alive
had we not, you know, released him.
I'm very well aware of that.
Yes, but the thing is, marm,
is the Chief Constable of Crowley's aware of that?
Ah!
How's about that then?
What's that, Jack?
Thank you very much, how kind.
Yeah.
Joint investigation with Crowley's.
Guess who is the officer in charge?
Well done.
The Incident Room's ready and waiting.
All right.
Right, come on then.
Pay attention everybody.
Listen up.
All right, here we go.
Now first of all I want to introduce
some of our friends from the Drug Squad.
They're here because of the nature of our victim,
Richard Dearne.
Right, off you go.
Richie was a drugs dealer,
alleged drugs dealer that is
He was, in fact, we believe,
the main pusher in Denton.
Except we never nailed him.
Richie was an escape artist...
Yeah, but he escaped once too often.
We had him enjoying our hospitality over Thursday night,
didn't we, sergeant?
That's right, Jack, he was.
Meaning we emptied his pockets,
Iogged his possessions,
and did a forensic on his clothes.
But he was clean.
Always is.
Anything else, sergeant?
Yeah, he asked for a special meal, vegetarian,
never touched meat or fish.
And we released him to his solicitor about eleven a.m.
Solicitor's our good friend Mr. Warrinder,
so far the last person to see him alive.
He dropped him in Bentinck Street, by his car.
Right.
Do we know what his car was?
No, he kept changing it.
Ask Warrinder.
Oh no, I can't.
Warrinder is off limits for the time being.
We want to know any of his known associates.
He had a sidekick, a kid called Luke.
Right, okay.
Let's get out on the streets.
See if we can find him.
We need to know
where Richard Dearne went afterwards.
Boot of a car, wasn't it, sir?
Yes, thank you very much,
very funny constable.
Right, talking about the car, it's this one.
R registered Mercedes Benz.
Color, red.
35,000 miles on the clock,
one careful owner by the name of Ben Pecksmith.
He lives here in Denton, and, um,
owns a company called Wonder Bio.
Now what we want to know is,
where was this car between 1 2:30,
when it was nicked
from Denton Golf Club on the Friday,
and 6:00, when it turned up
at the Mountaubon Hotel in Sussex.
Isn't that near Crowley's?
Er, yes.
Yes, you're right, sergeant.
It's about sixty miles away.
Now I know it's a long way off
but we do need to know
where Richard Dearne was killed.
Now it could have been here in Denton,
could have been there in Sussex at the Mountaubon Hotel,
or anywhere in between.
But my guess is, my gut feeling is
that he was killed, in or around, Denton.
Right?
Now then, our prime suspect is this man,
known as Tommy Joyner,
or Plumber or Pecksmith.
Now he's about five foot ten,
aged between forty-five and fifty,
smartly dressed,
and has what they call 'a military bearing'.
This man collects cars.
Could be possible drug dealer.
Anyway, we are looking for him,
but he could be on the continent.
Alright?
So, there you are, that's your info, away you go,
try and meet some criminals.
Come on, chop chop.
Take one of these with you.
The autopsy report from Crowley's, sir.
Put's Dearne's death anywhere in between two PM and six PM.
Meaning it could have been in Denton,
or at the hotel,
or anywhere in between.
All right, all right.
Don't go shouting it about.
We don't want everyone to hear, do we?
So how did you get on with that what's her name,
Ms. Bloominhoog?
Hoogenbloom.
Yeah, her as well.
Well, it's interesting.
Rotterdam police have got nothing on her.
But there's no such firm as Tulip Travel.
And the telephone number was an answering machine.
Well, did you leave a message?
Well, no.
Well go on, sergeant.
She may be an accessory to murder.
Tell me, Mr. Pecksmith, is this your car?
Yes, it's mine.
Right.
Do you keep a record of your mileage?
Well yes, I do keep a rough check.
For my accountant you know.
Yeah.
Would you take a look for me?
Yeah, it's done about a hundred or so.
He was kind enough to leave your briefcase.
Check, see if anything's missing.
There's some papers, credit cards.
But I've put a stop on those.
What about your telephone,
is there any way of telling
if it's been used or not?
No, not on this one.
Only by checking the bills.
Alright, with your permission,
I'd like to do that.
Can we take a look in the boot?
Isn't that where...
Yes, well don't worry, he isn't in there now.
Just tell me if there's anything different.
It's pretty much as I left it.
Well, it's empty, isn't it?
Have we finished?
Did you know Richard Dearne?
Of course not, why?
Well we have to consider
whether the body was in the boot
before the car was stolen.
Don't be ridiculous.
I had my golf clubs in there.
I thought you said it was empty.
Look, why don't you just ask Superintendent Mullett.
Don't worry, I will.
I'm afraid we're going to have to keep your car
for a bit as evidence.
I don't want to see the damn thing ever again.
Yeah, I can understand.
Can I give you a lift anywhere?
No thanks,
my stepdaughter should be waiting.
Hello, Philly.
Mr. Frost.
How's Marty?
Coming on, thank you.
Ohh, it's nasty out there.
Your usual, Mrs. Seagrove?
Yes, please, Sammy.
Did you know they found
Ben Pecksmith's car
with a body in the boot?
Oh!
Hello.
Inspector Frost.
Mmm,
a very nice lipstick you've got there.
Oh?
Well, thank you.
I've got one exactly the same.
Came out of the glove compartment of the Audi
that Mr. Joyner was driving.
Shall we take that table over there?
Mm, yeah, why not?
Mrs. Seagrove.
Amanda.
I see what you're saying.
Yes.
I did go out with him a few times.
You never said.
No.
No, I didn't, did I.
That's because I have a husband
who um,
takes a pretty disapproving view of,
that kind of thing.
I see.
In that case,
you might be able to tell me his real name.
Teddy Joyner.
No, it wasn't his real name.
That's the only name I ever knew.
I only met him a week ago.
He's a fast worker, isn't he, our Mr. Joyner.
Do you know where was he stayed
when he was in Denton?
Some small hotel.
I don't know.
I never went there.
What happened, you go back to your place then did you?
Of course we didn't.
We met in Fulford Woods.
Then we went for a drive somewhere.
You must have been pretty busy.
In the time he had that car
he put three thousand miles on the clock?
Well, not with me he didn't.
Well, how many miles did he do with you?
Mr. Frost.
We never went far out of Denton.
Now, the week that you were with him,
you must have learnt something about him.
Well, like what?
Well, I don't know.
Was he, was he broke?
Was he in trouble?
I mean, was he violent?
No.
He wasn't violent.
No.
He was...
fun.
I know he told lies.
All that stuff about the Royal Birkdale,
he didn't know where it was.
All that stuff about the Falklands.
He wouldn't know a penguin if it bit him.
I didn't mind.
All part of the fun, eh?
Have you seen him since?
No.
I'm not likely to am I?
Not with you after him for murder.
Which I don't believe.
I don't believe for a minute.
Do you know where he is now?
No.
I have no idea where he is.
Bastard.
The receipts, sir, and your change.
Thank you.
Shot of scotch, Pain.
Oh, is it raining, sir?
Yes.
Oh.
Jack.
This, this Joyner case,
is it settled yet?
It's very disturbing for the club you know.
I meant to ask you about that, sir.
Now this Ben Pecksmith,
when he got his golf clubs out of the car,
did he take them out of the boot
or was it from the back seat?
Oh, erm, well, erm, erm...
It's alright,
no, take your time, sir.
you know, don't feel pushed at all.
Well, he...
'Cos you are a material witness, you know that,
don't you?
Am I?
Oh yeah.
Right well, he parked his car.
I was with Emily.
Then he removed his clubs.
From?
From...
I'm sorry, Jack.
I just can't remember.
Oh right, okay.
Is that terribly serious?
Well, let's hope not, sir, eh, shall we?
The drugs in question
were intended solely for his own personal use.
Yet according to the police witness
the quantity was considerable.
Despite all we read in the papers,
hard drugs aren't all that easy to obtain.
Luke, my young client,
Iiked to retain a small amount for his own personal use.
We've also heard he was regularly seen
outside the community college.
But what the police witness didn't say
is that his brother is at the college
on a work experience scheme.
What could be more natural
than while waiting to meet him
he should chat to his many friends?
Cheers.
Cheers then, Luke.
Mr. Warrinder!
Don't worry, Luke.
You can phone him from the nick.
Would you please come with us.
What, what's the matter?
(Unintelligible).
Erm...
Oh god.
Now where's he got to?
Marijke Hoogenbloom.
Immigration have picked her up at Heathrow.
And they're bringing her over to Denton now.
Oh, good.
We've got Luke cooling his heels in custody now.
I'll tell you one good thing.
He told us that Richie Dearne
drove a Golf VR6.
I don't suppose anyone's found it, have they?
I'll check with Traffic.
Yeah, okay.
Oh, hang on,
wait a minute.
I've got er,
yeah, I've got his phone number somewhere.
It was given to me by that girl in the hospital.
Yes, there it is.
That Philly.
Right, call that.
Maybe it'll work this time.
And let it ring.
(Phone ringing)
Are you comfortable, Luke?
No I'm not.
Look, what is this?
First thing you switch that on.
All right.
Sergeant Dorridge.
Just have to wait a few moments
until that sound goes off as you well know.
1 1.46 a.m., Tuesday the 24th October.
Interview with Mr. Luke Hands.
Present,
DI Frost.
And DS Dorridge.
And then you tell me my rights, right?
Yes.
You have a right to remain silent.
And then you let me contact my solicitor.
Yes.
Who's Mr. Warrinder, correct?
Yes.
Now, all in good time, Luke.
We're not here to charge you with anything.
Not yet.
We'd just like some answers to some questions.
That means I'm free to go then.
Exactly.
And I'm free to bring you back again,
until I get some answers to a few things
that I want to know.
Like what?
Well, like where were you
Iast Friday morning at 1 1 :30?
And please don't tell me
you were in Egypt touring the Pyramids,
because I've got a witness
who puts you in Bentinck Street with Richard Dearne.
Who said that?
Mr. Warrinder?
It could be.
He was there, wasn't he?
Yeah, he was there for a bit.
Yeah.
And you were there for a bit.
What were you doing?
I saw Richie by his car.
I went over and we had a bit of a chat.
What else did you talk about with Richie,
anything interesting?
Not really.
About Denton United.
Yeah, I see what you mean.
How long for?
Couple of minutes, five.
Was Mr. Warrinder still there?
No, he'd driven off, I think.
Then what?
Then Richie said he had to meet someone,
and he hotted off somewhere.
Any idea where he hotted off to?
No.
He sometimes met people in Fulford Woods.
(Knock on door)
Jack?
DI Frost leaves the room.
Yes.
What is it?
I thought you'd like to know.
A Range Rover matching the description
passed through customs at Folkestone.
Excuse me, sir.
Yeah, well?
Go on.
They detained it, didn't they?
No, customs and Excise decided to put a tail on it.
Thought it might lead them to something interesting.
Yeah what you mean, like a golf club?
Aye, and you've got a real storm
brewing up in Interview Room One.
Marijke Hoogenbloom.
All right, okay.
I'll see to it later, thanks.
All right.
DI Frost entering the room.
Right.
Now then, Luke,
this chat you had with Richie.
Did he give you anything?
Like what?
Crack, for example.
For your own consumption, of course.
No, he didn't.
Did you give him anything?
Like what?
Oh, I don't know,
Iike five thousand pounds.
Oh, come on, you're joking.
Where would I get five thousand pounds.
I don't know, you tell me.
But when we found Richie's body,
he had five thousand pounds in his pocket.
If any of your fingerprints are found on that money,
we've got you bang to rights,
you know that, don't you?
Are you trying to fit me up?
I never saw five thousand in my life.
Only two people saw Richie
before he ended up in Fulford Woods.
Did you follow him to Fulford Woods?
How?
It's ten miles out of town.
I don't drive.
And anyway, if he had five grand on him,
I expect I'd have nicked it, wouldn't I?
Mm.
Only two people, Luke.
One was Mr. Warrinder.
The other was you.
Oh!
What's going on?
Go find out what that is will you?
Lights have blown.
DS Dorridge leaving the room.
You can't do that.
Oh yes, I can, Luke.
Oh yes, I can.
Now we're going to have
a nice little chat about you,
Mr. Warrinder and Richie Dearne.
Sarge!
Okay, do that, good.
Yep.
Well that could have blood bag it.
This farmer here says
he was plowing that field all last week.
He saw a red Mercedes.
Says it was parked here on Friday
for about three quarters of an hour.
Okay get a statement.
Thank you.
You are Miss Marijke Hoogenbloom?
Marijke Hoogenbloom.
Yes, and who are you?
I'm Detective Inspector Frost.
I'm very pleased to meet you at last.
Well I am not so delighted.
Perhaps you don't realize we are in Europe.
Oh really?
Is that where we are?
And we share common laws and common rights, I think.
I've been picked up at the airport,
driven here with a guard.
You have no right to do this.
I have every right.
I need you here
to answer some questions.
I don't want to answer any questions.
I want to see a senior officer.
I am a senior officer.
Now sit down, Miss Hoogenbloom.
Thank you.
Now, you stayed the night
at the Mountaubon Hotel last Friday.
Yes.
But what business is that of yours?
The next day you left quite suddenly with a Mr. Joyner.
Mr. Joyner, is that his name?
Yes, one of them.
Didn't you know?
No, why should I?
Did you know he was wanted by the police?
No, what for?
Well, the Range Rover
that he took you to the continent in was stolen.
He's a car thief and a con man.
You could be his accomplice.
A con man.
Yes, that's exactly what he is.
I went all the way to Amsterdam with him.
And what does he do when he gets there?
He plays golf.
Well, what did you expect him to do?
Not that.
No.
You were expecting something else.
Because you didn't think it was Mr. Joyner
that you went on holiday with.
Yes, I made a bad mistake.
That's why I had to come back.
You thought it was Mr. Ben Pecksmith.
Yes.
Can I go now?
No, you can't Miss Hoogenbloom.
You're a key witness
in a murder enquiry.
Murder?
Oh yeah,
a body was found in the boot of the car
that Mr. Joyner had been driving.
Who was he?
Richard Dearne.
A Denton drugs dealer.
Anything to do with you?
Oh, please, you don't really think I...
Do you know what I think?
I think that you work for the Dutch drugs squad
as an undercover officer.
And I think that you've got
some sort of operation going down here,
following some drugs trail.
And I think that you forgot
to ask for the co-operation of the British police,
which is exactly the sort of thing that I would've done,
only I wouldn't have made
such a dog's dinner of it as you did.
Where is your superior officer?
He's probably on the golf-course,
playing a game with his friend Ben Pecksmith.
Now were you following him?
Okay.
He runs a big bio-medical company in Denton, yes?
His vans come to Holland and Germany all the time.
They go round all the medical companies,
small laboratories.
Just the place to pick up hard drugs
and bring them over here.
We had a tip-off.
He was going to meet someone from Holland,
we'd been watching.
At the Mountaubon Hotel.
Only he couldn't turn up,
Because his car had been stolen.
So someone else arrived
with his credit cards.
Yes, your Mr. Joyner.
Yeah, my Mr. Joyner,
well he's backwards and forwards to Amsterdam,
why can't he be on this drugs trafficking?
What?
I was with him all weekend.
He took me to the concert,
he took me to the museum
he took me to some sexpot nightclub.
And the rest of the time
he played his bloody golf.
Well, well, well, well.
Would you like to go and meet the real Ben Pecksmith,
Miss Hoogenbloom?
Glad you're keeping well, Humby.
Now.
I've got some new titles for you this week.
Have a look at these.
Should keep your regulars happy.
What about that?
He's going out the back.
Mr. Thomas Joyner?
If you like.
Jonathan Glazier,
Henry Plumber,
Yes, all that too.
What's your real name?
Me?
Er, I'm Alan Carpenter.
Well, how are you?
Oh, not too bad considering.
Bashed head,
couple of cracked ribs,
broken leg.
I've seen worse things in the war.
Except you were never in any war, were you, Mr. Joyner?
Carpenter.
No.
No, I suppose I wasn't, not really.
What were you then?
Have a guess?
How about estate agent?
Not bad.
Not bad at all.
I sold classic cars.
Rather well, actually.
The only problem was
you could never be quite sure where they came from.
You've been abroad for the last few days.
Amsterdam, wasn't it?
There and round about's.
I was playing golf.
We understand that Customs and Excise
have had their eye on you for quite some time.
Pornographic videos.
Is that what keeps taking you to Amsterdam?
Well, why not?
It pays for the golf.
Drugs too,
do they pay for the golf?
No, I don't agree with drugs.
No, they do far too much harm.
no, you can call me old-fashioned if you like.
The body of a man
was found in the boot of the stolen car
you left at the Mountaubon Hotel.
I don't believe it.
How did...?
That's what we would like to know, Mr. Carpenter.
I would like you to answer a few questions.
Under the circumstances,
I'm gonna have to formally caution you.
You go ahead.
I always talk a blue streak anyway.
Assault and robbery,
1980, got...
Constable.
Marm.
Where is everybody?
'Everybody', meaning?
Inspector Frost.
Sergeant Dorridge.
Oh, Jack.
Hospital visit, I heard.
Hospital, is he unwell?
No, marm.
He's visiting someone in hospital.
A relative?
Oh no, marm.
I don't think Jack has any relatives.
This'll be a suspect.
I see.
I just hope it's not another of his...
Bloomers?
No, marm.
Not of any color.
I give you my word.
I never met Richard Dearne.
I never heard of Richard Dearne.
You drove around for a day
with him in the boot of your car, didn't you?
Well, actually, it wasn't your car, was it?
Yes.
I know it's awful.
But, I never looked in the boot you see.
I had my stuff in the back seat.
You stopped at Fulford Woods, didn't you?
The driver of a tractor saw the car parked.
Yes, erm,
well, you see, I had what...
what you might call a romantic assignation.
Not with Amanda Seagrove you didn't.
Because she was with me at the golf club at the time.
No, erm...
Barbara Beatty.
Another lady I got on rather well with at the golf club.
Do you know, if I was wearing my hat,
I'd take it off to you.
How do you do it?
I don't know really.
I suppose you could call it
good old-fashioned charm.
Let me get this straight.
You're driving around in a stolen car.
You go to Fulford Woods
to keep an assignation with a lady?
Well, I'd made an arrangement.
You can hardly let a lady down.
Anyhow, love conquers all, don't they say?
How long did this assignation take?
Oh, the usual, half an hour or so.
Did you see anything?
Hear anything?
Not much.
Tractor in a field.
A couple of cars stopped but...
I thought I heard a phone ring.
That would've been me.
I thought you might've been daft enough to answer it.
Well after that, we went our separate ways.
She went to her car, and I went to mine.
Well, his, that is.
Where did you go next?
The Mountaubon Country House Hotel.
You see, I'd found these credit cards,
brochure for the hotel,
a few letters.
You certainly like your luxury,
don't you, Mr. Carpenter.
You certainly like my bananas.
Mm, certainly do.
Thank you.
So you didn't charge him?
No.
For one thing he's not going anywhere,
not unless he hops off.
And for another I don't think he did it.
He was at the scene of a crime.
He took a runner to the continent.
Yes and then he turned the stolen car round
and came straight back.
No.
I don't think Carpenter knew anything about Dearne
until we told him just now.
Well, there goes your prime suspect.
He's a professional liar.
Are you trying to tell me...
are you trying to tell me that he's taken me in?
No, Carpenter's not only a picture of innocence,
he's a total innocent.
Who just happens to be parked in Fulford Woods
when somebody murders
Richard Dearne in the background?
Well, why not?
Could be.
Let's go and check it out.
Check out that woman he told us about.
what's her name, Barbara Batty.
Beatty.
Yeah.
The other golfing widow.
That's the one, yeah.
She's got a few questions to answer.
Take my tip.
Go when the husband's out.
No, not for that reason.
You'll get a better answer won't you?
How long you been in this business?
Mrs. Barbara Beatty?
Yes.
Detective Sergeant Dorridge, Denton CID.
Could I just have a word?
Oh, Mr. Pecksmith.
There's somebody here to see you.
Thank you.
Inspector.
I hear it's congratulations all round.
Yes, why's that?
You caught him, didn't you?
Who told you that Mr. Mullett?
Yes, why shouldn't he have?
Our enquiries aren't over yet.
Mr. Joyner asked me to return your credit cards.
Not much use now, are they?
They've all been cancelled.
Just a moment, there's someone I'd like you to meet.
Marijke Hoogenbloom.
Nice meeting you.
Delighted to meet you.
That's a Dutch name, isn't it?
We do a lot of business with Holland.
Yes, yes, I know.
I'm from the Rotterdam Drugs Squad.
It's advanced bio-genetics.
But it's simply, what we do is make artificial human skin.
Properly supported with the right drugs
it can help burn victims and others.
Radical new treatment,
used all over the world.
Meaning you export medical products
and drugs to foreign countries.
Exactly.
Everywhere.
Including Holland.
Holland is a user of our treatments, yes.
Why should that concern you?
Rotterdam is a major trafficking center
in illegal drugs, you know that.
And your company is sending medical treatments, and drugs,
in and out all the time.
Do you have any serious basis for that accusation?
It is an accusation, isn't it?
There was a major dealer in Denton.
We know he was acquiring his supplies in Rotterdam,
but we don't know how
they were coming into this country.
No.
But his name was Richard Dearne.
Him again.
And as a result of Miss Hoogenbloom's enquiries
we've established that a number of telephone calls
to Richie Dearne was made from these offices.
I can't monitor every call made by my staff.
No, but his body was found
in the back of your car though, wasn't it?
Let me remind you I was at the golf club
with you the day he died.
And I was without my car.
True.
This is ridiculous.
I've never had dealings with Dearne,
it's just a terrible coincidence.
No, no, no, no.
Not really.
You were planning to go to the Mountaubon Hotel that weekend.
Yes, to meet a business colleague from Einhoben,
I cancelled it.
Yes, I see,
Perhaps I might have the gentleman's name,
Mr. Pecksmith?
Of course,
of course.
And feel free to look over my premises.
Speak to my people.
Yes, I would like to do that.
Just a minute
Miss Williams.
When I talked to you in the hospital,
you identified Richie Dearne
as the man who supplied the drugs to Marty Hall.
Yes.
You also supplied his telephone,
his mobile telephone number to me.
Yes, Marty had it.
That's right.
But you both used it, didn't you?
You and Marty Hall?
Where were you Friday afternoon?
I don't remember.
You have a car, haven't you?
Yes.
Is it a green Clio?
Yes.
'Cos you see, I have a witness
who saw a green Clio at Fulford Woods.
Would that have been yours?
Why would it be?
Because, when your father's car
was stolen at the golf club,
he tried to phone you at home,
and you weren't there.
Now, where were you, Philly?
Eh?
Were you at Fulford Woods with Richie Dearne?
Why are you so sure I knew Richard Dearne?
Because you had his phone number.
You used to call him from these offices.
Did you call him that morning
and arrange to meet him in the afternoon?
Why would I?
Because he was the one that supplied the drugs
that put your boyfriend in a coma.
Maybe you wanted to get back at him some way.
No.
Then why did you call him, then?
I wanted to score,
that's why.
Wanted to score?
Philly.
Just a minute.
Are you trying to tell me
that seeing your boyfriend lying in the hospital,
in a coma,
you still wanted drugs?
That's right.
I need them all the time.
Are you trying to tell me
that you went to Fulford Woods to buy drugs?
What happened?
I didn't stop.
I didn't meet him.
You didn't stop, why?
Because when I got there
I saw my step-father's Merc,
parked near the road.
Let me get this clear in my head.
You trying to tell me
that you didn't see Richie Dearne?
Only his car,
driving up when I was leaving.
And then another car,
blue I think.
Mr. Warrinder.
Not now, Luke.
We got to talk, Mr. Warrinder.
I'm working.
I have a brief to prepare.
Frost took me in.
Serves you right.
You said with this Dearne business
you'd stay out of town for a bit.
Why didn't you?
For god's sake show a bit of sense.
I'm talking to you.
Frost says...
I'm sorry about that, Miss Hoogenbloom.
But if you'd told us what you were doing,
we could have sorted it out together.
Might have saved you a boring weekend.
What?
Well, with Mr. Joyner.
Oh, well.
It wasn't that boring.
You should come to Amsterdam one day.
It's a very lively city.
Oh me, no, no,
I don't think so.
I suppose we will never meet again?
Well, erm, I don't know.
I mean, we will be charging Mr. Joyner with car theft,
and, well, I expect we'll need you as a witness.
Maybe we would have a meal together.
Maybe.
Why not?
Yeah.
Bye.
Yes.
Yes, goodbye.
Thank you.
Luke, do you mind?
He kept me in custody for hours.
Right, okay Luke.
If you want to make a complaint against DI Frost,
I'll deal with it.
We know he's a corrupt officer.
But not now, in here.
You're just not getting it, are you?
I'm getting that you're right out of your skull.
You'd better get out of this courtroom
before someone searches you.
Filthy bastard!
Do I have to get the usher to call the police?
Yeah, ask for Frost.
He knows what happened that day.
He said either you or me
followed Richie up to Fulford Woods.
Classic copper's trick, Luke.
Oldest trick in the books.
Get smart.
I have.
That's what I like to see, Jack.
A nice bit of European co-operation.
They say we're all one now, don't they?
Clever girl.
Yeah, she looked like it.
Sir.
Lads.
Yeah, she got it wrong though, didn't she?
It wasn't Ben Pecksmith was it?
It was our friend Richie Dearne.
We still haven't got his killer though, have we?
No.
We will.
Mr. Frost!
Yes?
Sir.
Yeah?
We've got a man armed with a gun in Denton courthouse.
Oh my god.
Go and tell the Witch in the Wardrobe.
Tell her to send an armed back-up.
I'm on my way over there now.
Hey, Jack.
Hold on a minute You've got to have a flak jacket,
you know that's the rule.
Yes, I know.
And whilst I wait fifteen minutes
for you to get me one,
someone's been shot?
Send one over with Dorridge, if you must.
He's in the courtroom.
Near the dock.
Is the court sitting?
Not today.
Just Mr. Warrinder.
He came in to check a brief.
Warrinder.
Know the gunman?
Should do, he's been here often enough.
Oh my god, it's not Luke Hands, is it?
Yes.
Shouldn't you wait for reinforcements?
Yes, yes, I should, shouldn't I?
tell me something,
you can get to the dock from underneath can't you,
from the cells?
Yes.
Right.
Come on then.
Why do you want me in the dock?
Why do I want you in the dock?
'Cos that always where I am, isn't it?
But this time it's not me, it's you.
For god's sake, Luke, let's talk this over.
Well I know you're guilty.
I'm not, Luke.
Calm down, just relax.
I know you killed Richie.
Put that away, before you kill someone.
That's what you did, right?
Killed Richie.
Don't be absurd, Luke,
I just got him out of custody.
I looked after him, Luke.
Looked after both of you.
Come on, you bastard.
I want to hear you say it.
All right.
Listen,
what are you doing to our friend, Mr. Warrinder?
Thank God.
Bastard!
Luke,
just calm down.
Take it easy.
Just calm down.
He's got a confession to make.
Tell him.
I didn't do anything.
You're crazy, Luke.
Listen to me Luke.
Listen to me.
If you pull that trigger,
it won't prove anything.
It'll only ensure you get banged up
for the rest of your life.
He killed Richie.
I want to hear him say it.
You're high, Luke.
I'm not the only cokehead round here though,
am I Warrinder?
He was blackmailing you, over your habit, right?
Had you right where it hurt.
I'd just got him out of custody.
Yeah, then he asked you for another favor, five grand,
I saw you, man.
On Bentinck Street.
You waited around,
then when Richie hotted off,
you followed him to Fulford Woods.
Say it.
I followed him.
Say it!
I followed him, okay.
And then I killed him, in Fulford Woods.
Say it!
And then I killed him in Fulford Woods.
All right, all right,
all right, Luke,
all right, all right,
you got what you wanted,
give me the gun.
I want to see you arrest him.
All right.
Mr. Warrinder,
I arrest you on the suspicion of murder
of Richard Dearne.
Do it properly.
Read him his rights.
Morning, marm.
What's happening?
Man with a gun in the courtroom.
Frost's in there.
Without a flak jacket.
You don't surprise me.
Okay men.
You have the authority.
Let's do it.
Mr. Warrinder, I'm arresting you
on the suspicion of murder of Richard Dearne.
It may harm your defense if, when questioned,
you fail to mention something
that you've come to rely on in court.
Anything that you do say
may be used in evidence.
Thank you, Mr. Frost.
May I go now?
No you may not.
I've just told you you're under arrest.
This kid's a known drugs dealer.
Is he?
Is he really?
Mr. Hands has been charged with that offence
on many occasions.
But he's never been convicted,
as you well know, Mr. Warrinder.
A totally unreliable witness.
That's as maybe
but I've got two very reliable witnesses
who saw you at Fulford Woods.
I was in court that afternoon.
Yeah.
But you were in the bank the day before,
withdrawing five thousand pounds from your account.
Don't be ridiculous.
I've checked with your bank.
It's part of my job.
You did go to the woods,
you did meet Richard Dearne,
and you did strike him on the back of the head
with a lump of wood.
Don't you see how absurd it is?
The money was found on the body.
If I'd killed him I'd have taken it back again.
You would've if you could,
but you were in a hurry to hide that body,
cos there were people running about in the woods.
That's where you saw the boot of the Merc unlocked.
In went the body,
away went the Merc,
and Richard Dearne went on his holidays
with your five thousand pounds in his pocket.
Isn't that right, Mr. Warrinder?
Yes, yes.
Thank you.
All right, Luke, come on,
it's all over now,
it's all over, good boy, give me the gun.
It's all right.
You don't believe all that.
What I said was under duress.
Oh but I do believe it, Mr. Warrinder?
Pure surmise, Inspector.
It wouldn't stand up in court for a minute.
And I will sue you for unlawful arrest.
Really.
You said that you were in the court that Friday afternoon.
Was he, Mr. Usher?
No, Inspector.
Mr. Warrinder failed to appear for the defense that day.
The case had to be adjourned.
It won't stick, Frost.
Oh I think it will Mr. Warrinder.
Take him to the station.
I'll interview him myself.
Ms. Cremond, you know very well
this officer has been harassing me for days.
You're under arrest, Mr. Warrinder.
I've never known a senior officer behave in such a way.
You interviewed a suspect under duress.
You didn't wear a flak jacket.
Well, thank you very much for you concern, marm.
But the gun was empty.
I'm not concerned.
I'm reprimanding you.
Oh, really?
You couldn't know it was empty could you?
No.
No, I didn't marm.
But we did get the killer.
You'd better hope so.
If the evidence doesn't stick,
you won't just face a suit for unlawful arrest,
you'll be up before an official enquiry.
Well, marm, if you'd like to check Warrinder's fingerprints with forensic?
Because they've got the dabs on the murder weapon
and on the money.
Inspector if Warrinder was a suspect,
why didn't you take his prints sooner?
Because I was just following your instructions, marm.
Don't harass Mr. Warrinder.
And when you check the prints,
and they match, which they will,
perhaps you'd be kind enough
to charge Mr. Warrinder.
Inspector.
I can't find it easy to admit this,
but I have to say...
I know what you're going to say, marm.
But if you'll excuse me,
I could do with a bloody good cup of tea.