Good, Charlotte. That's nice. Peter, together.
Come on, together. Great. That's better. Lovely.
Munroe, get back with the group.
Back with the group!
Dave, catch up with him. Get the little sod back on course.
And give him a mouthful!
MAN: We have indicated in the tables a clear evaluation
of those community programmes which have emerged and proved successful.
Sadly this success rate
is well below our projected analysis of that time.
To give you just a few percentages of offending young adults,
as well as time served within the criminal justice system
and in community-based service,
we find the following evidence.
Going back as far as 1 977,
when these statistics were first put into any kind of...
Oh, thank you very much.
It's a bit weak, but it will fortify the brain cells.
And I need all the help I can get.
There's a public phone out there.
Erm, excuse me.
I really need to use this phone.
- Sorry, Inspector. - Thank you.
Oh, I don't believe it.
Hello. I'm Pam Hartley, one of the organisers.
Oh. Oh, right. I'm Detective Inspector Frost. How do you do?
I'm really pleased the police have managed to send a senior officer.
I've been meaning to say ''Hello'' since I saw you yesterday.
Oh, right. Yes, well, hello.
(Chuckles)
Fairly dry this morning, I'm afraid. Statistics aren't my strong suit.
No, mine neither. Still...
Saw you scribbling away, though.
Erm... Oh, yes.
I'm just keeping up-to-date.
The more we can involve the police, the better. This affects us all.
Well, it certainly affected me this morning.
I've got to go and do my social bit.
I just wanted to say thank you.
For making the effort.
Not at all, not at all. Thank you.
Ah. This is DI Frost.
My laundry ready?
FROST: What's going on?
ls the Queen paying us a visit? She isn't, but her inspector is.
How come you're not at the briefing?
What briefing's that, then?
So you don't need me to tell you
that responsibility for an effective police force
is shared by three parties:
the Home Secretary,
police authorities,
and the chief constables.
Now...
This er...this visit by Her Majesty's Inspector of Constabulary
is vital,
absolutely vital to the granting of our operational budget
and the future success of our division.
Never mind about me, Trigg.
Why aren't you at the briefing with the rest of them?
Do you honestly think the HMI
could make sense of what goes on in my room?
- I hate coppers who beat the system. - And guess where I learned it?
- Sorry. - All right.
Hey, George. What's going on?
He must have had everybody in there, bar the canteen staff.
- No, no. Their briefing's later. - Oh.
- Ah, Jack. - Ah.
There you are, sir. I'm sorry I missed your briefing.
It's just that those psychologists and social workers
needed a bit of a hand with their crime statistics.
Now, Jack. Short and simple.
All paperwork up-to-date. No excuses. You know the drill.
I don't want HMI to walk in
and catch CID with their feet on a desk, slurping tea.
- Get your people out on the streets. - Sir.
Well, there's nothing left on the slate.
Paperwork's nice and tidy.
- Let us whip down the town for a nice cuppa. - Right.
Jack...
Hm?
Or then again...maybe not.
You took your time.
Good morning to you, Doctor McKenzie.
I'll have you know that we are in the middle of a major inspection
from which this incident has thankfully delivered us.
Yes, I heard.
You've heard? Have you got spies in our camp?
Mullett told me. He's already pestering me to make sure the paperwork's on time.
Right, Frost, I haven't got all day. Let's look at dead laddie.
Anything on ''dead laddie''?
Nothing.
What do you mean, ''Nothing''?
Not even a clean handkerchief in his pocket.
I don't think he was going out expecting to catch a cold. Was it suicide?
Not having shared any deep philosophical discussions with him,
it would be difficult to assess his state of mind.
But you could hazard a guess,
considering the condition that he is in.
He's in a bit of a mess.
He probably jumped or fell down the wall of the dam,
which would make life easier for you.
The lads over there found him.
Just as well...
Another few hours, he'd have been coming out of someone's tap.
Very droll.
All right, George, you go and have a chat with those lads.
I'm going to have a look up there.
OK.
Anything up there?
Not as far as I can see.
Seems likely to be some sort of accident.
A bit of sightseeing gone wrong.
Any sign of a parked car on the track?
No.
He must have got here somehow. He wouldn't have walked from town.
He was hardly dressed for a stroll in the countryside, was he?
Maybe someone gave him a lift, or a taxi took him as far as it could.
Yeah, see if you can get his description on the local news.
Also, check out the taxis in the local vicinity.
Well, it's obvious he didn't want to be identified.
Or someone else didn't.
I can't help it, George.
I've got a suspicious mind.
- Yes, Mike? - I left my flask at home this morning.
Would you mind me making a cuppa?
- Of course not. Help yourself. - Ta.
You all right, then, Mr Harris? Keeping busy?
As busy as I can be. You finished that veggie patch yet?
Nearly, yeah.
Get that manure raked in and we'll soon have some decent greens.
- What are you doing in here? - Just making myself a cuppa.
- I don't want you in the house, Mike. - Jean.
- I'm not doing any harm. - I don't want you in here.
- Not good enough, eh? - You walk mud through.
Oh, yeah. Sorry...
I'll bring you your tea.
Jean...
It doesn't matter.
It does.
It's not right he comes in here.
Ah, you've got a hair out of place.
I hope this new DC's paperwork is up to speed.
What's his name again? Mulligan?
- Lonnegan. - Lonnegan? Irish, is he?
Excuse me! What do you think you're doing in my office?
- You what? - Get in touch with the front desk.
- Jack... - Find out why members of the public are...
This is Lonnegan.
Oh. Oh, right... Sorry. Sorry about that.
It's er...
- My mistake. - Ronnie Lonnegan.
Ah, Ronnie. Ronnie Lonnegan.
- It sounds like er...Lonnie Donegan. - Lonnie Donegan.
That's him, yeah. Lonnie Donegan.
You remember Lonnie Donegan, George?
- Remember him? - Yeah.
That skiffle player - that song he had...
(Sings) Does your chewing gum lose its flavour on the bedpost...
Right, yes. Well...
You, er...
Normally in mufti, are you, Ronnie?
Temporary attachment here, guv.
I've been working undercover in London.
Well...well, good...
it's going to be nice to have a splash of colour round here...
- Sorry, all I meant was... - I know what you mean, guv.
All right. Yes, thank you.
Yes, good. Because I hate being misunderstood.
Most people do.
Well...
- I see you've made yourself useful. - All sorted, as Sergeant Toolan requested, sir.
Yes, yes. It's never been so neat and tidy.
All nicely stacked. Bet you're like that at home, are you?
Husband does the washing up, you do the drying?
- Well, it would be difficult... (Phone rings)
- Jack...she's a widow. - She...
You drop me in it one more time, George, and you're back on the beat.
He won't see. He doesn't want to.
Later.
There was severe trauma to his body.
He'd been pummelled by the water,
probably against the concrete walls or the bottom of the water sluice.
And er...suicide or otherwise...
he didn't die in the water where he was found.
Well, he hardly swam upstream to his death, did he?
Interestingly, there were traces of chemicals in his lungs.
There are no chemical plants in Denton.
These chemicals are fairly common,
the kind used in the filtration system for a swimming pool.
Chlorine?
No, chlorine dissipates almost immediately in the body.
There's too much pulmonary oedema in his lungs to detect any traces.
Private and public swimming pools, then?
Go and suss out all the rich and famous in Denton with swimming pools.
That shouldn't take you more than ten minutes.
Where are you going?
Onto the psychologist's couch, I hope.
All right, Terry. I think that was a good session, don't you?
Yeah, yeah.
Right.
Bye, Terry.
Thanks.
Hello.
Hello there.
- Come through. - Oh, thank you.
It's nice to see you again, Inspector.
Well, I got your message.
And I just happened to be passing and I thought, ''Well, I'll pop in.
See if she's busy or not.''
I've got another client, but he's a bit late, so we have a few minutes.
It's good of you to have taken the trouble.
Not at all, Doctor.
Pam.
Oh, Pam. Well, call me Jack.
Erm... You said there was something I might be able to help you with.
I hope so, yes.
I'm really grateful you took such an interest in the last symposium.
My pleasure.
Look, I don't want to impose,
but I wondered if you'd take part in another symposium.
What? Bums on seats, that sort of thing?
Only if you can find the time.
If you can be there, I'm sure I can be there.
It shouldn't take long to put together.
Not with the amount of experience you have.
- I'm sorry? - The paper.
You want to interview me for a newspaper?
I'm sorry. I'm being a bit vague, aren't l?
I'd like you to give a short lecture
on how you, as a senior police officer,
suggest we stop young offenders progressing to violent crime.
A talk?
That's not a problem, is it?
Hm? Oh, no, no. No.
No, no, no. Of course not. Absolutely not at all.
(Clatter)
Mike! Can you help me?
- All right, Mr Harris. You hurt? - I don't think so.
Ow! My ribs.
Put your arms around my neck.
Oh, God. I can't take much more of this.
Thank you, Mike.
I'll stay here for a bit.
Do you want a doctor?
No. I'm all right.
OK. Let's get you in.
- Ow. - Here we go.
- You feel a bit clammy, Mr Harris. - I'm all right. Just leave me alone!
Thank you.
I'm not saying he's hurt bad, Mr Harris.
- He's just taken a tumble, that's all. - Where's Jean?
I don't know where she is. She went out this morning.
Bitch!
(Ice-cream van music)
What the devil is going on?
You don't listen to my complaints so I'm going to make sure you see them.
Will somebody turn this off now?
Quickly.
(Music stops)
Now, Mr Fabriani, this just won't do at all.
Go home and I'll make absolutely certain
that your complaint is investigated.
I was promised help. I'm not going nowhere until I get it.
What's going on here, sir? Treating us all to a Florentino Delight?
- Jack, you're dealing with this, aren't you? - Hello, Mr Fabriani.
Someone's vandalising my vans. You check out my opposition.
Denny's Ice Cream. He's the one, I'm telling you!
My round is down the spout! No-one's buying any of my stuff any more.
This is industrial sabotage, this is.
- For God's sake. Jack! - Look, sir.
Look, we've had the observers on his route.
We've kept watch on his yard. This is just random vandalism.
HMI is due here any moment!
Any moment, Jack.
Now just placate him.
Get him out of here for everybody's sake.
Just... Hang on a minute.
This is just a bit of aggression from the opposition.
I've got a suspicious death to sort out.
I've also got some paperwork to do for this psychologist lot.
- You never mentioned that. - They've asked me to deliver a paper.
And I don't mean one through the letter box.
That's excellent news. HMI will be most impressed.
Still, Mr Fabriani here needs assurances. Just give them to him, will you?
All right, all right. I'll sort it out.
All right. Come on, George.
Get him out of these chains.
All right, Mr Fabriani. We'll get this sorted.
You'd better, or your guvnor gets a ton of vanilla whirl dumped on his doorstep.
Would that be with the chocolate flake?
(Voices)
This is the wrong place for you to be living.
Come back into town, you can be looked after properly.
- We want to be here. - Yes, you might. What about Paul?
- Of course I do. - Look, I can't keep an eye on you.
- You don't have to. I'm all right! - You're not.
- Dad, please! - Mr Harris...
- You should be ashamed of yourself. - Stop it now!
Where were you? He could have laid out there all day for all you cared.
Dad, stop it. I'm OK. He should never have called you.
Just as well he did.
I can't stay in all day. This has nothing to do with you.
It has everything to do with me. He's my son.
He just happened to make a bad choice when it came to you.
I know what's going on.
Get out.
I'll go when I'm good and ready.
Look...
You need a care worker.
- I'll see to it. - I need to be left alone!
This is my life, what's left of it.
And Jean's my wife. Remember that.
Now leave us be, Dad. Please, just...
Just leave us, all right?
You...look after your husband.
And treat him with some respect!
Er, listen. About...
What I said earlier.
- Guvnor? - Er...you know, about your husband.
Sorry, stupid of me.
It was three years ago. You get past it.
Yeah, I know. But it still must be tough for someone as young as you.
I'm not so sure.
I mean, I hadn't spent a lifetime with him.
I'd like to have done, though.
(Ice-cream van music)
# Accordion
Anyway, life goes on as they say.
Yes, sweet-and-sour. Very much like this sandwich.
Sir, what are we doing here?
Information. See old Walter up there?
He's been on the streets a lot longer than all of us lot put together.
Now...
I want you to stay here and hold this.
When I tip you the wink,
put a couple of quid in his hat and give the dog that. Sir?
Well, you're making a donation and not asking any questions.
So he'll remember that.
The dog will get your scent and he'll remember that.
My way of community policing.
Hello, Walter. All right?
How's Dog?
She's getting on a bit, but she's bonny. She remembers you.
Right.
Here you are. There you go.
That's very good of you, Mr Frost.
Would you like a request? I've just learned Don't Fence Me In.
No, no. Not just at the moment, thank you, Walter.
- No, no, no. - Don't be shy, Mr Frost.
I know you like a good singsong.
Yes, I do normally, Walter, but not today.
Now, listen, we found a body up in the reservoir, no means of identification.
If you hear anything on the streets, you let me know, all right?
- Right you are, then. - Good.
Oh, yeah. One other thing...
Mr Fabriani and his Ice-cream vans
have been suffering from vandalism.
Ah... Restrictive trade practices.
- Yes, that's it. You know what I mean. - Understood.
Yeah, good man. That's it, you carry on.
# Just give me land, lots of land
# Under starry skies above
# Don't fence me...
Go on. Off you go. You're on.
Sorry, I forgot to tell you, he doesn't like the pickle.
- Mr Harris all right, is he? - You shouldn't have said anything.
- I didn't know what to do. - Keep out of it is what you do.
It's none of your business.
Jean...
Get my husband to pay whatever we owe you. Then clear off out of here.
(Knock at door) - Come.
- You wanted to see me, sir? - Yes, Jack. Yes.
As you know, Mr Babcock here, being our regional HMI,
is influential in the formation of policy,
and we...
l-l mean erm...he, and of course,
we...are particularly concerned
that members of the public should have their sensibilities
taken into account when dealing with the service.
Oh, right.
People need a greater understanding of our role, Frost.
That's what that document's about.
I couldn't agree more, sir. I'm all for getting rid of gobbledygook.
Yes. Erm, Jack...
Ah, I see what you're saying.
I see. We are not to ''interrogate'' suspects any more,
we are to use ''challenge techniques''.
Oh, I see.
Lots of interesting ideas in this.
There's another one here.
''Reduction And Disruption In Unlawful Markets.''
Yes, I suppose that is a more gentle way
of saying we're going to stop villains who deal with goods
that fall off the backs of lorries.
Yeah, sensibilities should stay intact with that one.
You will distribute that document to your staff.
Of course, sir.
Can't wait.
Any news on the dead man?
No, sir. But the dead man is on the news.
Continual policy and performance audits might not be in his vocabulary,
but dinosaur police officers like Frost can hold this service back.
I'd like to discuss DI Frost later.
Now let's get on, shall we?
Of course we'll pay you. We always do.
She often forgets, and I hate coming in here and bothering you.
I haven't any cash.
- Do you remember the PIN number? - No.
3646.
All right.
Right, erm...
Some people would say you were daft trusting me with this.
Then they'd be wrong, wouldn't they?
Yeah.
Look, Mr Harris. About your wife...
Get twenty pounds out for me, will you?
And, erm...
Bring me some cigarettes.
Oh, there you are. Have you read this?
Hm?
- No. - We are not here to nick villains,
we are here to cause ''criminal incapacitation''.
And you can forget our targets.
We are now going to have an ''increased value performance plan'',
which will be audited by a firm of accountants...
What are you doing? Making notes, guv.
You're not actually going to learn this?
I thought that was the idea.
The idea is that we nick villains by the scruff of the neck
when circumstances dictate and hopefully permit.
And if you want to call a snout a ''human intelligence source'',
then you can be my guest.
(Knock at door) - Come in.
Jack... Phone call from a woman.
Says she knows that stiff you pulled out of the water.
WOMAN: He booked in late yesterday.
A Mr Malloy. I had no idea he was going to kill himself.
I wouldn't have taken the booking if I'd known.
People tend not to mention that, don't they, Mrs Pomeroy?
Still, it comes as something of a shock, you know.
This is his room.
Oh, right.
There's nothing in the wardrobe. I checked.
- He was wearing his overcoat. - How did he pay?
Somebody booked the room for him, more than a fortnight ago.
Came in and paid cash, so I don't have any sort of address.
They pre-booked Mr Malloy's room?
Can you describe him?
The dead man? Well, he was about six foot. He had short mousy hair...
No, we know what he looks like...
He means the man who paid cash.
I'll try.
We'll take it from here, Mrs Pomeroy.
We'll have a chat later, love.
You think about that man.
He was hardly here for a fortnight of fun and frivolity in Denton.
There's hardly enough for an overnight stay.
- Well, he came to meet somebody. - Yeah.
- Be nice to know who, wouldn't it? - Yeah.
Tell you what, I don't remember the body wearing an overcoat, do you?
- No. - No.
Let's check with the police divers, also the mortuary.
Right.
It was a young man who paid the cash.
I can't remember what he looked like.
Fairly scruffy.
- Did Mr Malloy meet him? - I've no idea.
He booked in,
and then he went outside when the car came to pick him up.
- Oh. What car would that be, love? - A blue one.
I don't suppose, by any chance, you recognised the numberplate?
No.
No. Notice the driver?
The car had tinted windows.
Right. Well, we'd like you to come down to the station
and have someone help you make up a likeness of the man who paid the bill. ls that OK?
Does that mean I'm...
helping the police with their inquiries?
Well, the way things are going today, Mrs Pomeroy,
we need all the help we can get.
Now, are you sure there's nothing else that you can remember?
Nothing at all?
All right. Well, thanks very much.
There was another case.
He had it when he got into the car.
- What? A suitcase? - No...
A black case.
A briefcase?
No, longer.
Much longer.
Flat.
Like you see in the films when the baddie gets out his gun
and puts it together when he's going to assassinate the president.
That sort of case.
Here! Rita, what's going on?
You're out of my flat and my life is what's going on.
- Bastard! - I don't know what's wrong.
Oh, yeah? Look in your bag under your dirty clothes.
There's even dirtier photographs of your Mrs Harris.
Sleeping with her is one thing.
What were the pictures for? A bloody reference?
And you come and crawl into my bed afterwards! I don't think so!
(Cheering and applause)
Ah, Lonnegan.
Thank you very much. Just in the nick of time Good girl.
Denny's Ice Cream still doing a roaring trade. Any joy there?
We've had a couple of observation guys on his round.
Fabriani's opposition is selling more ice cream.
Big deal. The vandalism on his van could be anyone.
Jealousy. Fabriani has to blame somebody, it may as well be the opposition.
All right. Well, keep at it.
Guvnor...
Mr Mullett's on inspection tour.
He never starts here. He always starts with Traffic.
Then he goes on to Community Involvement. Right, George.
Let Lonnegan bear witness to Mrs Pomeroy's description
of the character who paid for the dead man's room.
- This could be anyone. - Exactly.
Dead man's name is Malloy.
R Malloy. According to the pool superintendent
there's no way he could have drowned in the public baths.
The people who have swimming pools check out.
No-one recognised the e-fit of the dead man. So far, he's a mystery.
Oh, well. There you are.
He must have come from somewhere.
Nothing better to do, Inspector,
than sit with your feet on the desk, slurping tea?
Er... I've just got in, sir.
Er...l was following some leads about the dead man up at the reservoir.
- The incident log on him? - Pardon?
- The incident log! - Incident.
Yes, of course, sir.
It's erm...
The incident log...
Send it through when you're ready.
Lonnegan.
Where's that incident log?
Oh, yeah.
Well, thank you.
Well, there's one good thing, lightning never strikes twice.
Here! You stop that!
What are you up to?
Come on.
Oh, come on. Come on.
(Barking)
(Siren)
FROST: Are you there, George? - Yeah, I'm here.
It's a Jean and Paul Harris.
Car registration in her name.
He was on disability benefits.
SOCO found a wallet. There's no cash, no credit cards.
I see.
Any signs around the scene?
There are some tyre tracks and a partial footprint
with what looks like gardening lime from the sole.
The killer obviously took whatever he could.
And Harris had no chance. He was in a wheelchair.
Oh, my God.
They say we human beings are close cousins to pigs,
but that isn't the smell of pork chops, Frost.
Thank you very much, Doctor.
I'll remember that when I have my streaky bacon for breakfast.
ls this where they were found?
Yes. They were tied with garden wire.
Him in his wheelchair,
she beside him on the floor.
Tied and burned alive?
There are head injuries. Postmortem might disagree,
but my guess is they were bludgeoned before they were burned.
That's a small mercy.
There is no mercy in the vicious sod who did this, George.
I don't think he had a heart at all.
Thank you.
- Any next of kin? - We're checking now.
George, this garden looks as though it's recently been worked.
If he was in a wheelchair, maybe they had a gardener.
Check that out. See if there was one.
If there was, have a look at the soles of his shoes.
- Right. - Oh, look out, he's here.
Sir, we're here.
This is appalling.
Yeah, I know. It's a double murder, sir.
Both tied, bludgeoned and...burned.
Oh, my God.
This isn't some burglary gone wrong.
The killer took whatever money came to hand, sir.
Could result in nasty publicity. Especially with HMI here.
Maybe Her Majesty's Inspector of Constabulary could talk to the relatives.
Maybe he knows how to keep their sensibilities intact.
- All right, Jack. I do understand. - Do you, sir? Do you really?
I mean, a few more coppers and a lot less paperwork wouldn't hurt.
And perhaps a real understanding of... ''effective policing in the community''
hasn't quite reached those suits up there in the Home Office.
Well, perhaps it hasn't, but between the politicians and the media...
Well, we do the best we can.
All right, sir. I'm... I'm sorry.
Sometimes it feels that we're just not doing enough.
Especially when I know that whoever did this is somewhere on my patch.
Been nicking wash rags, have you?
Oh, yeah. Good profit to be had doing that.
- See you down the pub later, yeah? - Yeah, cheers.
We'll get you home, Mr Harris.
What happened?
There you are, sir.
Yes, here I am, Lonnegan.
- No respecter of male privacy, I see. - Sir...
Uniform found a burnt-out car on wasteland last night.
There's some blistered paint. It's blue. And the glass was tinted.
Well... Coincidences we leave to the laws of mathematicians,
gifts from horses' mouths we take happily.
My desk, second drawer.
Sir, there's something else.
They found the old man when they responded to the fire.
He's still unconscious in intensive care.
The dog won't let anyone near him.
RSPCA were going to take him away,
but they haven't found the right kit, or something.
All right, all right. You er...you wait here.
(Barking)
All right.
Good boy.
Come on, Dog. You know me.
Good dog.
There's a good boy.
What is it?
There's a good boy.
There's a good boy, yes.
Let's do this for you, then.
Good girl.
Good girl, come on.
Come on.
Hup.
Well?
Been transferred to the dog unit, Jack?
I'll have you know that I'm dog-minding for the poor sod
who was worked over when this thing was torched.
All right. Anything?
Yes. Brian?
Petrol in a glass bottle, your basic Molotov cocktail. Thanks, Brian.
But there was enough rubber left
to start matching the tread patterns found outside the Harris' place.
- Got a result yet? - Later. Something else, though.
We found this in the boot.
The assassin's case.
How's that, guv?
What's this?
Oh, it's a bassoon.
Well, this case is easy to solve, then, isn't it?
We just phone up Denton Symphony Orchestra
and find out if they've got a bassoon player missing.
You'll be lucky if Denton has a paper-and-comb ensemble.
There's a nameplate here, with the name R Malloy.
That's him. That's my dead man.
Why would a bassoon player come to Denton,
book into a pre-paid room and end up dead at the bottom of the reservoir?
I don't know. Maybe he was here to play Handel's Water Music!
I thought you'd take the ride.
Since when have you disliked money so much?
Mr Monkton, that horse isn't fit.
The vet says she's fit, I say she's fit,
even the bloody stable lad says she's fit!
- I wouldn't get the best out of her. - As you like.
All right, Stevie?
Nothing like nice, hot manure to keep your hands warm.
- You should leave her alone. - Oh, yeah?
- Who's that, then? - You know who I mean.
The boss's daughter?
Fancy your chances, do you?
Her and a muck spreader? I don't think so, sunshine.
Look, I'm warning you, Mathews.
Oh, dear. I'd better run away, then.
Tell you what, Stevie, you watch your lip, talking to me like that.
Otherwise you'll be doing more than shovelling that stuff.
You'll be up to your neck in it.
So we've got a premeditated murder, with no apparent motive.
And with no description of the possible murderer,
except a so-so e-fit.
So the killer draws in our muso, Mr R Malloy.
He tops him, dumps his body.
Dumps his car, which is observed by poor old Walter,
so he works Walter over.
I'll get onto the Musicians' Union.
They might have Malloy listed.
If we can track him down, we might make some sense of all this.
(Ice-cream van music)
Hm.
Interesting. Pull over there a minute, will you?
Time for a bit of refreshment, I think.
- Come on, Joanne. - Why?
Hello.
I'll have what everyone else is having.
No, no, no.
One of these will do.
Yeah. You know what we used to do when we were kids?
That will probably seem like the Dark Ages to you.
We used to break off the bottom of the cone.
Like that. See? So that you could make another ice cream cone.
You see, your kids don't do that.
Some of them even throw the ice cream away.
But not the cone.
Not this bit.
I wonder why?
Well, that's ecstasy, sir.
Well, it certainly ain't hundreds and thousands, is it?
Go on!
Oi!
Now, now. Don't be stupid.
Got him?
Oh.
His dad's away on holiday, Mr Frost.
He's been filling in for him.
- His old man will skin him for this. - Yeah.
Only after I've finished with him. All right, Lonnegan.
Read him his rights. You take care of him. I know you love the book work.
Thanks, Mr Frost.
Any time I can do you any favours, you just ask.
How about a real ice cream? I do a lovely Moccachino Surprise.
No, thank you. I've had enough of ice cream and surprises for one day.
Anyway, I've got a nice pork pie with my name on it in the canteen.
Jack, what in God's name are you doing?
Oh, I was assaulted by an Ice-cream cone.
This. The dog.
Are you mad, with HMI here?
Old man Walter got beaten up last night.
- This is his dog. - I'm sorry, you can't keep it here.
What am I supposed to do with him?
Get it to the RSPCA.
Look, Jack. HMI is looking for any excuse to mark your card.
So just keep it out of the way.
An Ice-cream cone?
Hm? Yeah.
Old man Fabriani's competitor took an extended holiday.
So his son took over the run
and came up with a line that the kids couldn't resist.
Ecstasy.
So we nicked him.
Excellent.
I shall expect a report.
Now let's crack on with these murders, shall we?
And, er...
Get that scruffy creature out of here.
Right, sir.
Oh.
I'm not so sure canteen grub's good for a dog, Jack.
It's not that wonderful for humans,
but it doesn't seem to bother him, does it?
How's Walter?
Still unconscious. There's no point in going round the hospital yet.
You know they say owners look like their dogs.
I can see a certain resemblance there.
Bit of a mournful look.
The whiskers. Getting a bit grey.
No, Walter doesn't...
Yes, all right.
Thank you very much. That's enough of that.
If I look mournful, it's because I've got every reason to be.
This should cheer you up. It came through half an hour ago.
Those unidentified tyre tracks from Harris's cottage.
One matched Harris Senior's Jag.
The other matched the burned-out car.
So...
The killer dumps the bassoon player upstream.
The next day he does in the Harrises.
And then Walter catches sight of him as he tries to dump the car.
We've got a triple murderer on our hands.
It gets better.
The trade-in car, a dark blue Scorpio hatchback,
was reported stolen just over four weeks ago
from a local dealer - one Arnold Harris.
The dead man's father.
Blimey, George. This is better than a full house on a bingo card.
Right, OK.
First thing in the morning.
Ah, good dog. All finished, there you go.
Right, come on. Let's go home.
He's going to do very nicely round here, isn't he?
(Barking)
(Tuts)
NEIGHBOUR: Shut that bloody dog up before I call the police!
All right, all right.
They're already here.
(Barking continues)
Shhh. Quiet.
What is it? What do you want?
Do you want to come in?
Sh! Quiet. Go to sleep. Be a good boy.
Sh.
(Dog barks)
If you don't want to come in, what do you want?
Right...
Now will you be quiet?
Right.
OK. OK.
All right.
Come on, tuck down.
Oh, my God.
Everything all right, sir?
It's you, is it, Lonnegan?
What are you doing here and where's my tea?
- You what, sir? - Never mind. What do you want?
It's the old man - Walter. He's regained consciousness.
Oh, right. Good.
Well, why didn't you say?
Er...
Well, there you go. So you can't describe the man who attacked you?
No, Mr Frost.
He was young, though. Strong.
The flames of the car were behind him.
He wore a cap.
One of those American things.
I'm sorry.
What about Dog?
It's all right, he's fine.
I'm looking after him.
You just concentrate on getting yourself better, all right?
Thank you, Mr Frost.
He's no bother.
But he gets lonely.
Can't sleep on his own.
Don't I know it.
Actually, you might be able to help me with that one.
Ah, Lonnegan. All right, I'll be with you in a minute.
(Mobile phone rings)
All right, good boy, good boy. There you are.
There's your daddy's clothes. Now then...
Do I get my own bed back?
I'll take that as a yes, shall l? Good boy.
I've had a call from the engineer at the water treatment plant.
He's got some information.
All right, you get yourself off up there.
I've got a date with George Toolan.
Well?
He's been widowed for several years.
His son was all he had.
The man's devastated by the killings, Jack.
The doctor's been with him pretty much since Uniform told him.
He's in a mess.
And according to what the doctor says, he's not acting.
Yeah, well, I've seen Oscar-winning performances before now.
George, you keep him on the suspect list. He was there.
- The stolen car? - The blue Scorpio.
Oh, yes.
Somebody broke into my office and stole the keys.
I wonder why they didn't steal the Jag?
Obviously it was less noticeable.
Were there any suspicious characters
around at the time? Any disgruntled employees?
No.
Anybody not pitch up for work when the car went missing?
No. Nobody.
I see.
So you visited your son on the day he and his wife died?
Yes.
And I'm sorry to say we...
We argued.
What did you argue about?
There's no point in dragging that up now, is there?
On the contrary, there's every point.
There is a murderer on the loose.
I know this may be painful,
but we're trying to find out if there was anyone in particular
- that wanted to hurt them. - I don't see who!
Do you or did your son know anyone by the name, R Malloy?
No. I've never heard that name.
What did your son do for a living...money-wise?
Well, he had a disability pension
and I gave them some money to keep them going.
Not much.
He was as independent as he could be.
- He hated hand-outs. - And his wife?
Some...some occasional work.
On a cash in hand basis.
- She was supposed to look after him. - And did she?
Well, she and I never got on.
She required more...
physical affection than my son was able to give.
She had a boyfriend?
- Yeah. I don't know who. - Was there a gardener?
Yes.
Yes, Mike...somebody.
He's erm... He was a good lad. Local, I think.
He called me when Paul fell from his wheelchair.
That's why I went out there.
Mr Harris, I'm sorry, I've got to ask you this...
Where were you on the night that they died?
I was at my office.
We had a late sales night.
I see.
You don't even seem bothered by what's happened.
She was such a beautiful horse. Why did you have her put down?
The vet said she had to be destroyed. She was badly injured.
She'd kicked a hole in the wall of her stall, her leg was shattered.
If it can't make money, get rid of it. That's all you think about.
Melanie, I'm sorry.
I know how much she meant to you. She couldn't be saved.
You think I wanted to see her destroyed?
Look, um...
I have to go over the new security arrangements.
We can't risk another burglary,
especially if it ends like this, with a horse being injured.
A bit late in closing the stable door, Daddy. The horse is dead!
You could have told me what happened, Stevie.
I didn't want to hear it from my father.
- I loved that horse. - It couldn't be helped, Melanie.
Whoever got into the yard must have scared her.
They might even have been trying to nobble her.
She'd have been in a lot of pain. The vet finished her off quickly.
- I don't need to hear that, thank you. - Sorry.
Look, why don't we go out for a drink at lunch?
Nip down the White Hart. You can buck yourself up a bit, maybe?
For God's sake. Not now, Stevie.
Not now.
(Engine starts)
- ls Melanie OK? - Yes.
She's upset about the horse.
Of course she is. She loved that horse.
I suppose you were your usual considerate self.
And where were you when she needed some motherly care?
As far away from you as possible.
We found it snagged on one of the lower sluice grills.
But in the circumstances it might not be anything important.
I do hope we're not wasting your time.
You did the right thing by calling me.
- All right, mate? - All right.
(Tuts)
Can't have one of these when you got a dog, anyway.
Closest I'll get to one, and all.
Thanks for your help.
Well, Harris's story checks. I spoke to everyone inside. He was here.
Where have I seen him before?
Doesn't ring any bells with me, Jack.
No. Me neither. Not yet, anyway.
All right, get the team eagle-eyed for this gardener character.
If you ask me, he's our man.
Well, he's the best chance we've got.
Even though you're a long way from the reservoir wall, which is here,
I still maintain the dead body started its journey down here.
I don't see how.
Look, these tanks here - these sort of tanks, they're connected to this main pipe by this pipe.
This one runs all the way down here
and comes out the other side of the reservoir wall where the canoeists were.
Yes. They're released every week, have been for years.
The spillage isn't wasted cos it flows down from there into the lower reservoir.
- But that pipe's over a mile long. - But it doesn't come out here, does it?
Not the back end of the reservoir,
where the body would have to float through millions of gallons of water
before it arrived at the other side of the reservoir wall.
No, it's a fairly complicated system.
Can we keep it simple?
Does the water come from here down this pipe
to the other side of the reservoir wall?
- Yes. - Yes.
Thank you.
Now can we have the guided tour, please?
All right, so what's this place?
- Part of the filtration system. - I see. What's all this white stuff?
Lime. It's used in the filters.
They found lime on that footprint at the cottage.
You're right. Come on, what's next?
These...are some of the filtration stages.
I see, where does this water go?
Well, eventually that would feed into the reservoir.
Inspector, who would dump a body up here
when they can drop them over the edge at the reservoir?
I don't know who.
But all I know is, he wasn't dropped over the side of the reservoir.
If he was, how did his overcoat get this side of your sluice gates?
- Well, it would have to start off... - Somewhere here?
(Mobile phone rings)
- What's that? - It's me.
- Oh, right. - Excuse me. Hello.
Jack, no-one's going to manage to drag a body up here.
- This is where he must have died. - You're right.
He was alive when he was up here. It was down there that he died.
I reckon that our killer
forced him into one of these tanks, right?
There he was struggling to keep alive, and he swallowed some water.
Which would account for?
- The chemicals found in his body. - Exactly.
Now he's floundering.
The weight of his coat is dragging him down.
He undoes his overcoat, gets rid of it...
But...he can't get out of the tank.
So...
Sorry, Inspector, I've got to go and run some tests.
You seem to do an awful lot round here, don't you?
Not really. General stuff.
It's all automated now. There's only ever two engineers on shift.
Only two?
I bet you could go the whole shift without seeing anybody at all.
Especially at night.
- Yes. OK, we'll see you later. LONNEGAN: Sir!
- Yes? - Down here.
There's a cellar of some sort.
Long out of use by the look of it.
What is this place here?
An old control room, built in the '60s.
- Open up, let's have a look. - Right, sir.
It was a nuclear bunker. They thought if they got nuked,
engineers could keep the water supply going.
If anyone got nuked,
the water would have been boiled enough to make one cup of tea,
and that would have been the end of it.
After you.
- All right, George? - Yeah.
What's all this?
Well, this is where he's been living.
Long enough to find out where everything was, how it worked,
where all the keys were to give him access to what he needed.
All right, George. Seal the place off, get Forensic down here.
Three murders so far, Jack.
- But what's the connection? - I don't know.
But I hope there isn't any more.
(Mobile phone ringing jingle)
I still can't get hold of Melanie.
She's not answering her cellphone.
She's sulking somewhere.
(Mobile phone ringing jingle)
(Ringing jingle continues)
Have you got a time of death for us?
Between ten and midnight. They were very badly charred.
The heat caused fifth- and sixth-degree burns.
Subcutaneous tissue's gone.
Dr McKenzie suggested that er... they were bludgeoned before they died.
Well, he was wrong. They were alive when they were burned.
What about the skull fractures?
When underlying bone such as the skull is exposed to intense heat it can crack.
It's an easy mistake to make.
It can look like wounds made in a homicidal attack.
There's no mistake about this?
Carbon monoxide in the blood, soot in their lungs.
Blistering on the body yields a different result
if a body was burned before or after death.
After death shows no signs of vital reaction,
the blisters are hard, yellowish in colour.
I wouldn't like to meet this bloke on a dark night.
Or in broad daylight come to that.
The killer tied his victims with garden wire,
doused them with petrol and...
Horrendous.
I'd say you need help on this one, Inspector.
I reckon that he knew his way around.
He didn't stumble on them.
I think he knew where the living room was.
I think he knew they weren't in their bedroom.
Yes...
He'd want to watch them die.
He probably stayed here until it was all over.
He might even have been somewhere
watching the emergency services arrive.
He'd have enjoyed their helplessness at trying to stop something he'd started.
We have a connection between these and another killing.
I don't want any more.
I need you to help me to understand what it is I'm up against.
I'll try.
Jack, this type of killer doesn't show any remorse.
It's only a matter of time before he kills again.