It's Berland.
Right on time.
That's his van
with the star attraction, what it sounds like.
How long shall we give them?
Let them start.
Ten minutes.
Right.
All right, George. Give them 10.
OK, George, get ready.
Wait for my signal. All right.
Yeah, well, he's won four fights. One more, he's a grand champion.
- Neil! - Coming.
How much you're betting on him, dad?
- I don't know. - Sorry.
If I miss getting a bet on because Neil's made us late,
you'll be paying me about long after your shot at that student loan.
Let's go.
You couldn't give us a push, could you, lads?
All right, never mind. I'll just call the AA.
- It's your luck day, mate. - All right, cheers.
Put it in gear.
What are you doing up there?
Now, you idiot.
Thank you, now. I appreciate it.
All right, George. Let's go.
Go, go, quickly.
That's it.
Okay, come on.
All right, all right.
- George. - Yeah.
Where's Berland?
I don't know. He's not here.
Here you go, Neil.
There's no need, Mr. Berland.
Oh, no, no, no. You were right.
It's the sport that counts, but, you know,
it's nice to spice it up a bit.
Thanks.
Mr. Berland couldn't have got out.
This was the van that he was in early this morning.
It had to be him.
- Gov. - What?
Well, boys, they say it's much better to be born lucky
than to be born rich.
What are we going to do?
I don't know about you, but I'm going home for a pint.
Can always take him in, Jack.
Bring him in tomorrow.
- Cheers, boys. - Cheers.
You brought us luck, Neil.
If it wasn't for you being late.
Yeah, good one, mate.
I've lost my grand champion though.
Oh, can't you get it back?
Do you ever think my son is a bit of an idiot?
Oh, officer. I know nothing about dog fighting.
Well, what are these dogs doing in the van?
Oh, I see they were here with their collar and lead.
What about the police then?
Well, Inspector Frost will probably make a visit,
but he knows no one is going to finger me.
Don't worry about your mom and dad, Neil.
Nobody knows where you were.
Let's all order a pizza, right?
- Ah, I've got a game. - All right.
- Give you a call tomorrow. - Yeah.
Good night, Neil.
Good night.
Nighty, night.
So, they knew.
What?
The place was clean. They knew.
Dad, Brian knows better than that.
Yeah, well, I hope so.
But it's funny it's the first name that comes into your head, too.
I think we'll have to have a word with him.
- Well, I don't even need to talk to him now. - Hmm.
There's a lot of people who trust me
are banged up in Denton nick right now.
I've lost face.
If it's about some snotty-nosed kid,
we'll have to teach him a lesson, right?
Yeah, OK.
It's not Sean's fault.
Don't interfere, Sally.
It's none of your business.
Quiet down. Come on.
- Another one. - Thanks, Jack.
Get out.
Jack.
5,670 pounds and 56 pence.
709 euros.
Very cosmopolitan.
Perhaps we ought to have a national team, eh.
You know, fun for all the family.
All right, lock the money up.
It's going to be a long night for you.
All right. Come on, out of the way.
Chop, chop.
Don't see the rabbit.
That's good.
Good morning.
So, what's the score, Jack?
Well, I got 23 prosecutions, maybe.
Every one of the punters,
you know, stumbled on the fight by chance.
Nobody's ever been to a dog fight before.
Nobody organized it.
Nobody refereed it and certainly nobody owns any of the dogs.
Well, my score's a kennel full of healthy dogs
that know only one thing, fighting and killing.
They can never be trusted with people.
Brian, you better go.
I don't want the blame if you're late for school.
See you later, Mrs. Moorehead.
All that work and they walk away with hundred-pound fines.
Well, some of them got forms
so I hope we can do better than that.
But we missed Berland.
I was hoping for a custodial sentence by now,
but that's gone.
I'm sorry.
Me, too.
Or maybe I shouldn't be.
I have to wait a long time for resources like that
from the police, Jack.
If you hadn't wanted Berland for other reasons...
Well, I can't get him for money laundering or
I can't get him... for drugs.
He keeps his nose clean in Denton.
He's like a disease. He's infectious.
Well, if you can't find any other way to get him,
Berland will organize more fights.
People like him really believe that animals tearing each other to pieces,
it's like going to a Premiership match,
only better.
So, our interests coincide.
Graham, Helen, we better put these dogs down now.
Yeah, we'll be with you.
You don't think the police are going to want to talk to us, do you?
Neil, my dad can handle the police.
- Mom and dad will go berserk. - So what.
There he is.
Got to be him.
What do you mean?
He came to a dog fight with us two months ago.
Same place, he walked out.
Now, he's a volunteer down at the RSPCA.
There was an RSPCA woman there yesterday.
Come on, Brian is a... pillock, He's not going to risk saying a thing.
Look, my dad said someone did.
Who else?
You own this transit van, LX54NFD?
Ownership is not disputed.
Well, it was used to transport dogs
to a dog fight yesterday afternoon.
Inspector, you know perfectly well
my client owns a van and car hire business.
Yes, but I would like all the paperwork
regarding the hire of this van that you were seen
driving yesterday morning, Mr. Berland.
And you've been found guilty on two previous occasions
of crimes regarding dog fighting.
And this van was used to transport dogs to a dog fight
that you claim you knew nothing about.
And yet, you arrived on the location
just after the first fight had started.
Why were you there then, Mr. Berland?
My client was trying to circumvent the football traffic,
short cut, on his way to buy some pizzas.
There must have been a glitch in the sat-nav, right?
Quattro Stagioni is my favorite.
What's yours?
What's all this then, George?
Good morning, Jack.
- A mugging down in the underpass last night. - Oh.
Pretty nasty.
- The woman's going to be all right, but she's in a hospital. - Right.
He could have killed her.
We got some tire tracks, a mountain bike of some sort.
If the bike's local, we might get a break though.
We also found the woman's bag just dumped outside.
- There. - Right.
It's with forensic now.
Very good.
And after all that, the cash was still there.
Go on.
Nobody local with this sort of form, is there?
Nothing as violent as that, Jack, no.
I don't know why people still use places like this.
I mean, they're not safe, are they.
I've been here before.
Yeah, too many times.
No, no. I don't mean all that.
I mean, in exactly, this place.
It was a long time ago.
A woman got mugged
and she was badly hurt.
Yeah.
Now, he's not going to admit it.
Yeah, so why I need to smack him.
How is it going, Brian?
What's our problem, Sean?
You broken up any dog fights lately?
So, when you get fed up with football,
you get a few mates around a crate of beer
and you watch a dog fight.
There will be another day.
I don't like Berland living on our patch, either.
We know he's heavily involved in drugs,
but there's no evidence he's up to anything in Denton
or the county.
There's a limit to how much time we can devote to him.
Well, he's trouble,
and sooner or later, he's going to be our trouble.
They Met have got him down for three murders.
He may not have pulled the trigger,
but he signed the checks.
He has an irritating and a clever solicitor.
Mr. Salmond has submitted a file of harassment complaints,
more won't help.
Hey, mate.
What you've been doing?
Homework.
You're weird, mate.
Anybody will think you like doing it.
I do 'cause that's how weird I am.
All right, boys.
- All right, dad. - See you.
- Bye, darling. - See you later.
So, I followed Brian after school.
And now who's weird?
He's at the RSPCA.
So?
So, we're going to see him.
You're still here?
I'm off in a minute.
Well, if it will be that long, Brian, I can give you a lift home.
It's OK, Mrs. Moorehead.
- I'm heading to the library, anyway. - Oh.
You know, most vets would be struggling with this
after a couple of years at college.
I'd be struggling now.
- It's good to know a bit about what the vets are doing. - Hmm.
We looked at a few muggings or attempted muggings
in that area over the last two years,
nothing violent.
Not in the underpass.
Nothing using a bicycle.
No, it was a lot longer than two years.
I mean, I'm not trying to find a connection.
It's just... it's just nagging me.
You know, it's the same crime in the same place,
and the bike and
- a handbag we found with money still in it. - Hmm.
Didn't you say a long time?
Yeah, it must be, well, I don't know 20 years or more.
Huh, that's a long time between muggings.
Yeah, I know, it's just annoying me
that my brain isn't working as it used to.
Whereas yours is still like a well-oiled machine,
- but if you can't remember, well... - What? I...
You know, "can't" is not a word in Mr. Trigg's vocabulary, Inspector.
No, but the thing is, Jennifer,
if you want to get the best service out of him, you have to wind them up.
You'll get an even better one if you gave me
more information than muggings and 20 years.
Well, now, we've got Jenny here.
She is going to download the entire contents of your brain cell
onto a floppy disk.
And then, we can access anything at anytime at all.
Computerization is just a tool, Jack.
That's all.
Only works if the right person is using it.
- And that means not me? - No, I didn't say that. Did I say that?
All right.
Let's see who comes up with it first.
No, it's not a game.
I'm up to 1992.
You've got enough to do, Jenny.
If Inspector Frost wants this information because he can't remember it himself,
I will endeavor to find it for him.
All right, come on. Off you go. Chop, chop.
How is the RSPCA care, Brian, ?
Hmm?
Got a good old chat with her?
Are you nuts?
My dad's not pleased.
Good.
That's made my day.
No shit.
You shouldn't have done it.
I haven't got the guts.
But whoever did, I'd shake his hand.
Get off!
I didn't do anything.
Hit him, Neil.
Hit him!
Get off. Get off of me.
Get off.
Get off!
Leave him!
All right, Brian, just say it.
Just admit it.
- I didn't do anything. - Come on.
Hey!
Leave him!
Leave him alone!
Brian, are you all right?
Brian, oh my god! Oh...
I knew he wouldn't make it.
If I'd been quicker.
I thought it was stopping fight, that's all.
I've got two children not much younger than Brian.
Same school.
I offered him a lift, why didn't he take it?
He just wanted to go to the library. That's all.
Did you know either of the boys who attacked him?
No. I don't think so.
Would you recognize them?
Yes.
- When did it happen? - A couple of hours ago.
It was hard to get the story out of him.
He was upstairs when I got in.
Was in a fight?
It's not about a fight. Listen to me, Gerry.
It's on the radio.
A boy was stabbed and he's dead.
I wanted to teach him a lesson.
If he'd just taken it...
I know it. It got out of hand.
That's what happen when you have a knife.
I mean, what were you thinking of?
That he pissed on us, dad. Didn't he?
I won't let you go down for this, son, all right?
No.
No, we've got to deal with this properly.
Oh my god, the police are going to come.
Yes, well, maybe they will and maybe they won't.
But if they do, you weren't there, Sean, right?
You can't say that.
Shut up, Sally.
He didn't mean to do it.
We've got to tell the truth.
I think we should call the police.
Look, Sally, some little shit is dead and it shouldn't be, right.
What matters now is that our son walks away from this
without ruining his life.
He wasn't there.
That's what he says. That's what Neil says.
It's a mistake.
A mistake for Sean.
That's what friends are for, son, yeah.
And you will find there's no shortage of people willing to swear
that you were somewhere else.
George, what have you got?
Here.
A kitchen knife.
You can get one of these pretty well anywhere.
Any fingerprints?
On the first glance from forensics, says it's clean.
But I hope to do better down the lab, prints or DNA.
Any more witnesses?
Yes, a sighting of two youths seen running across the bypass,
but that was about 10 minutes after Mrs. Moorhead got here.
It's all very vague, Jack.
What about the camera outside the RSPCA building.
Nah, pointing the wrong way.
Right.
But why, why, who were they?
It could have been a random attack
or they could have been waiting for him.
Well, Christine says that she would recognize them.
Also, they were familiar to her.
Now, if that's the case, it means that Brian Shanklin
probably knew his attackers.
I didn't know Sean had a knife.
Have you said anything to your mom or dad yet, Neil?
No, they're not back.
OK. Here's what you do.
You go upstairs. You get out of those clothes.
You give them to me, and then you get in the bath
and you'll wash yourself.
You'll wash yourself to within an inch of your life, do you understand?
You and Sean were at my garage cleaning cars.
That's the story.
And I've got witnesses to corroborate it.
Why did he have to take a knife?
I don't know, Neil.
I don't know.
But neither you nor Sean are going down for this.
Clothes. Bath.
Neil, get on with it.
What about the woman?
What woman?
The RSPCA inspector.
She saw us.
- I've just been to see Brian Shanklin's parents. - Oh yeah.
It seems like the boy was never in any trouble.
He has no hint of gangs or drugs or violence.
Yeah, well, parents don't know everything, sir.
I reckon those boys were waiting for him.
- It frightens me, Jack. - Hmm?
I won't pretend it doesn't.
Times like this, you're fortunate you don't have any children or grandchildren.
Oh, right.
Well, it's always an upside to have a downside, isn't it? So, they say.
Yeah, well, carry on.
We've got it!
Well, don't give it to me.
No. No, the underpass.
- You see it was in 1989. - Just a minute, just a minute.
First things first.
Who got there first?
Jenny or Trigg?
Well, I've been working on that year, a couple of weeks ago.
So, it was already scanned in.
There's much in it, wasn't it Mr. Trigg?
A woman was attacked in the same underpass on the 21st of May 1989.
A handbag was taken, recovered with the money still in it.
We assume the attacker just dropped it.
He used a bike as well.
Very similar.
Oh, yeah. I remember.
We thought it was a mugging, but we got it wrong.
Well, I got it wrong.
The motive wasn't theft.
It was a violent attack on a woman.
- And his name was... - Joseph David Formby.
Yes, 'cause we pulled him in for another attack two years later.
Three. 1992.
Yes. So the woman was lucky to be alive
but not before he'd attacked and killed
another woman in Croydon, is that right?
Yes, but we got him in the end.
Even if you've got him in the end, that's no consolation
to a dead woman.
Hang on, what happened to Formby?
Died in Wormwood Scrubs four years ago.
- A coincidence. - A coincidence.
Coincidences make me uncomfortable.
Not as uncomfortable as
remembering a mistake that cost a woman her life.
Anyway, thanks. So, that's Jennifer one, Trigg nil.
But a very close result.
Sweetheart.
Something's happened.
This is quite difficult, Neil.
It's about Brian Shanklin.
Yeah. I know. He's dead.
Why didn't you say anything?
Not much to say, is there?
- Somebody stabbed him, Neil. - Yeah, I know.
Well, school is closed for lessons, tomorrow.
But there's counselors if you want to go.
I don't know if you want to be with your friends or just stay here.
There's no point talking about it, is there?
You might need to.
People deal with grief in different ways.
Well, I didn't have much to do with him these days,
so I'll just stay home.
Ah, what about your dinner?
Is that shock or just say what?
Is Sean going in?
Why don't you give him a text.
I've been talking to dad and
we both think that there's something to be said for being with your friends.
Sean can do what he likes.
Well, if you want to talk, I'm sure we won't get much sleep.
What do you want?
You all right?
Say something, Neil.
How about, don't worry about a thing,
every little thing is gonna be all right.
Your dad is probably into Bob Marley.
Look, if I could go back and make it not happen, I'd do anything.
If I could change anything,
I'd like to arrange for you to be dead instead of Brian.
If only...
Gerry, can we please talk?
No.
We can't just lie our way out of this.
It's more important than that.
Not another word.
- Uh, Jack. - Ah, George.
Listen, I don't want the attack in the underpass
to be forgotten about in the middle of all of this, all right?
- Uniform is still on it. - Yeah, OK.
I think I've got something.
A friend of Brian's, Paul Timms, you need to speak to him.
All right.
You got your black trousers I'm doing the dirty washing?
Neil, it's not a big deal.
I'm just trying to do your washing.
- Neil. - They around.
How do I know where?
Maybe trousers aren't the only thing I've got in my mind.
Did you clock that smell?
Exactly the same smell as my old school.
I don't know what it is George, but when we were at school
we managed without our mates getting knifed.
Sean, I don't think your dad is right,
but I can't make him listen on my own.
He said someone threatened him.
I don't know if it was a threat exactly.
Brian had fallen out with two of his mates.
He never said why really.
Then, suddenly, they got quite nasty with him.
And this was yesterday?
I saw them having a go to him when we were playing cricket,
just verbal nothing much,
nothing heavy.
But I know he was worried.
He said it was to do with dog fighting.
Dog fighting? Hmm.
Is that a normal topic of conversation in this school?
No.
I didn't know what he was on about?
- It just sounded weird to me. - Oh.
What were the names of these two mates?
I need to know their names, Paul?
Who were they?
Neil Viner and Sean Berland.
All right. Thank you very much, Paul.
You may go now.
That is what I think it is.
Yes.
Gerry Berland's son.
You can't do this. You can't take our son on this.
It's a mistake.
Mrs. Viner.
I'm taking him to Denton Police Station to help with inquiries
into the death of Brian Shanklin.
Well, how can Neil help? He doesn't know anything about it. He can't.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Viner.
Don't worry, Sean.
We'll be there as soon as I get hold of dad.
Get off the bloody phone, Gerry, and answer me.
They've taken Sean away.
What's happening?
They're talking about Brian Shanklin,
as if Neil has got something to do with it.
When Gerry gets my message, he'll have them home.
It's a mistake, a terrible...
- It's a mistake. - Yes, yes, it is.
Come on.
When did Brian come and work for you as a volunteer?
Two months ago, nearly three.
He turned up in reception one day to ask if he could help
just cleaning out kennels, whatever.
I should speak to his parents.
I can't imagine how they... no, I can.
That's what makes this so unbearable.
It will be better if you didn't talk to anyone.
I mean, now as a witness.
It's best you don't get emotionally involved.
I am emotionally involved.
I was there.
Christine, if you're going to identify these killers,
it's going to be a long and difficult journey.
And what matters most is your objectivity in court.
I don't feel very objective.
No, I know.
Neither do I.
Thank you.
All right, George.
- Mrs. Moorehead. - Sergeant.
I want you to look at the glass.
And soon, in a minute you'll see a group of young men.
Now, if you recognize any of them,
please point them out,
but I don't want you to feel that you are under pressure
to identify them.
If you're unsure, just say so.
And if none of the people resembled those that you saw,
that's also fine.
OK?
All right, lights.
You recognize one?
Two. They're both there.
How sure are you that the two lads you recognize
are the ones that attacked Brian?
On a scale of 1 to 10,
10.
Thank you.
All right, George.
From the moment we spoke to Neil about Brian,
there's been something wrong.
I don't know how he was supposed to react, but the way he did wasn't...
Wasn't right.
It's not just as a mistake, is it?
If my husband says it's a mistake, it is.
Haven't you got that yet?
What are you talking about?
The truth as decided by Gerry.
They were there.
Neil and Sean.
- What happened? - It doesn't matter what happened.
I've lived in Gerry's world for a long time.
And I rule in it, Carolyn.
And we do what he says.
Yes.
That's everything.
That's what happened.
That's what I saw.
Right, thank you.
Now have you seen either of these lads before?
I mean, before you saw them attacking Brian Shanklin, I mean?
They do seem familiar. I could have seen them.
I don't know them, if that's what you mean.
Well, it's just they both went to Brian's school,
which is the same school your children go to.
I know what you're suggesting, but
I'm not confused about maybe seeing them at the school.
Those were the boys who killed Brian Shanklin.
All right. Good, thank you.
Um, well, you will have to know eventually, so you must know now.
The first youth that you identified was Sean Berland,
Gerry Berland's son.
So, what are you saying?
Well, I'm partly guessing, of course,
but from what I learned from the school,
it seems that Brian went to a dog fight with Sean and the other lads
some months ago when they were old friends.
But Brian was so disgusted by what he saw
that he ended the friendship.
- And came to me to volunteer. - Mm-hmm.
Now, it seems that either Sean or his father thought that Brian
was the one who tipped us off.
No, no, surely not.
What have I done?
No, no. It's not what you've done.
You didn't know any of this at all.
I'm part of it.
My actions.
We did the right thing, but
you're telling me because of that, Brian is dead.
No. Look, you can't think like that.
- It's under control, Tom. - What?
My solicitor's in there. He knows what he's doing.
He can handle it.
Neil didn't have anything to do with what happened to that boy.
He doesn't need a solicitor.
It won't cost you, Tom.
What do you mean "cost me"?
Look, it's all sorted, all right?
In the meantime, just do what any good solicitor will tell you
and just say nothing.
Just go home, Tom.
I'll call Ryan and see you and Carolyn later.
You have my clients' statement.
It records everything he did yesterday afternoon in detail.
It tells you exactly where he was.
It also gives the names of people who saw him
- and can vouch for him. - Mmm.
They all knew his father, Gerry Berland, right?
Well, since he was cleaning vans at his father's garage
that really shouldn't come as a surprise, Inspector.
Half the people in the statement have got criminal records
as long as you're arm.
Mr. Berland is a man who believes in giving people a second chance.
Anything wrong with that?
There's a lot wrong with this statement.
The speed it was produced for a start.
Well, I can say the same about the speed in which you put my clients
in front of an identity parade.
We'll be saying it, too.
I don't believe any of it.
And you know why?
Because I have a witness who saw you and Neil at the same place
where Brian Shanklin was stabbed.
'Cause that where you were Sean, weren't you?
You got anything to say?
Mr. Viner is shaking his head.
What about the argument you and Sean had with Brian at school?
I didn't have any argument.
Did you speak to Brian Shanklin?
Why would I? He wasn't a mate.
Did you hear Sean threaten him?
No.
Ever been to a dog fight?
Inspector, we've already established where both my clients were yesterday.
If you need clarification, they will assist.
I you're proposing a fishing expedition.
I'll advise them to only answer questions that directly relate
to the reason you brought them here.
What I propose Mr. Salmond is an investigation
into the murder of Brian Shanklin,
in which your two clients were at the scene of the crime.
Now, I need answers to all the questions I asked
no matter how long it takes.
Lovely day, Mrs. Moorehead.
Mine's not been great,
but then, you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?
What do you want, Mr. Berland?
We've got a lot more than animals on our minds, haven't we?
Why did it happen?
Why did what happen?
You know Brian Shanklin is dead.
I don't think you'd be here unless you knew something about who killed him.
I know absolutely nothing about Brian Shanklin.
All I know it's got nothing to do with my son.
You think I'm happy about what this could mean for your son and his friend?
I'm not, Mr. Berland.
Save it for your cats and your canaries.
This isn't something we can argue about.
Look, Neil and Sean are innocent.
You shouldn't be here.
What good does it do you banging up my son?
Unless it's for revenge on me.
What do you think I am?
I've always admired the way animals fight to protect their young
whatever it takes.
Frost.
Christine.
What?
When?
No, no, no. You stay there.
I'm coming over.
No.
It's all right. Now, I'm on my way.
How long, Mr. Frost?
I don't know. Just wait.
It will cost money?
Not if I can help it.
Good evening, sir.
Ah, is Gerry still here?
Who shall I say?
Never mind. I'll find him myself.
You can't just barge in, sir.
Can't I? You just watch me.
Inspector Frost.
Always a pleasure, me casa su casa.
I am so sorry, Mr. Berland.
It's all right, Ellen. Just piss off.
Now, either your solicitor is not earning enough, Mr. Berland,
or you don't listen to what he says.
You know what I love about you, I never understand the word you saying.
If you so much as say hello to Christine Moorehead
or even look at her, I will arrest you.
I'm sorry, that was... that was stupid, but...
as a parent you can't imagine... of course,
you're not, right.
But, I just wanted to speak to her parent to parent, you know what I'm sayin'?
Intimidation was never in my mind. She made a mistake.
I'm interested to know why you should think that Mrs. Moorehead is a witness?
It's not a secret, is it?
If she was a witness, the only people who would know that
would have been at the scene of the crime, hmm?
You told me I'd be attacked in the court.
You didn't tell me I'd be threatened.
Oh, bullies don't impress me much, but in top of everything.
Well, he won't go near you again.
Are there any other witnesses?
No.
I wish it wasn't just me for all sorts of reasons.
Still...
Look, we'll keep a close eye on you.
We'll have patrol cars going past your house, beat officers as well.
Berland will know that.
Oh, and there will be me, too, that will put him off.
Thanks, Jack.
All right.
And have you eaten?
No.
Do you fancy and Indian?
Yeah, sure.
Oh, good.
I'll just get my coat.
You know, Marek, that difficulty with the RSPCA, the woman I told you about?
It's just not working out.
She's not getting the message.
OK.
You may have to lean on her a bit harder, OK?
- It's not a problem. - Good man.
He's arranged a solicitor for Neil. Can you believe that?
Not a word to me.
I can't talk to my son yet.
Gerry Berland has got his solicitor in there with him.
- Perhaps, it's best. - Why?
I don't believe this has anything to do with Neil.
I can't find Neil's clothes.
I know what he was wearing when he went out yesterday.
I know what trousers he had on. They are not in the house.
I know what shirt. I have looked everywhere.
You want to talk about washing?
I'm talking about the fact that every piece of
clothing our son was wearing yesterday afternoon
has disappeared.
You don't need to ask me why I do it, Jack.
You know why already.
Do I?
- Fluffy bunnies. - Oh.
I work for the RSPCA because I'm a woman who simply adores fluffy bunnies.
No, sorry. I don't do sarcasm.
I don't confuse animals with people.
Animals fight and kill to survive.
They're not vicious or perverted or cruel for fun
or because they're too lazy to care.
So they need protection?
Aren't you out there?
Because if you weren't, people would be even more unpleasant than they are.
Hmm.
Yeah, well, there is that,
also, to give people directions when they get lost.
Yeah, once upon a time.
We know that how we treat animals is part of how we treat each other.
Truth or dare.
What do you mean?
Why are you a policeman?
And don't tell me it's because you can't think of anything else to do?
No, it was because of the uniform,
but I look so scruffy in it, they put me in CID.
Why?
I don't know why.
It's just ever since I was about 14, it was something I wanted.
I had no theories why it mattered.
I just believe that it did.
And did it?
Well, on a good day.
I seem to have spent most of my life
with the worst things that people do to each other.
I shouldn't be surprised by it, but I still am.
Exactly.
That means it still matters.
Yeah.
Well, it's... just part of the job, that's all.
But it has something to do with truth.
You know, when bad things happen to people,
that's the least that they deserve.
Sometimes, that's all there is.
Now you are laughing at me?
No.
No, it's just when you said that, you looked...
I don't know... younger.
Now, you are laughing at me.
Anyway, look it's... you know, it's getting late, isn't it,
- and I think we... I'll get the bill. - Yeah.
I didn't realize the time.
And, why don't I get this?
No, no, no. Excuse me.
Well, next time, I pay.
I'll just get my coat.
The boys attacked Brian Shanklin because of you.
You and dog fighting.
Oh, come on, Tommy.
I stopped wiping Neil's ass a long time ago.
He's a clever lad. It's his business what he does.
You made Neil lie to the police.
And you've come here to tell us that after your son knifes another boy,
Neil has to keep lying to the police?
We all do?
That's exactly right.
If Sean was carrying a knife then Neil was
the boy who pushed Brian Shanklin on to it.
That's what happened.
Well, I'm not taking it.
Neil has to tell the truth. There's no choice.
Damn it, a good-looking lad like Neil going into prison?
What about his place in Oxford?
That's gone, isn't it?
You understand what I'm saying, don't you?
Oh, I get the threat.
Good.
Because you need to.
Good morning.
Uh, just the man I want to see.
Can I give you these, sir?
What do I want with these?
I believe they are taxi receipts, sir.
Apparently, somebody decided to stick a knife in a couple of my tires last night,
not to mention, the brick through the kitchen window.
Why, that's terrible, Jack.
Do you know who? Have you caught anyone?
No.
No, a neighbor of mine saw someone running down the back alley
behind his house but couldn't get a description.
Anyway, uniform are on the case.
Obviously, somebody that I upset sometime ago.
You know, it's a long list.
Well, you seem to be taking it very nonchalantly, Jack,
and if there's anything I can do to help.
Well, yes, there is actually, sir.
You could pay these taxi receipts.
Thanks very much, sir.
Jack.
Sir?
I assume none of these taxis were of a personal nature?
Nothing I ever do is of a personal nature, sir.
Oh, by the way, I'll let you have the bill
for the kitchen window and the four new tires later.
Are you sure you want to go to school today?
I mean, there's no pressure on you, it's fine if you do.
But if you just wanted to stay at home...
I don't know.
I think we both like to see out friends for a bit.
Yeah, but only into all of the counseling stuff though.
Well, see how it goes today.
You can always finish this afternoon.
Go to your dad's a day early.
Have you spoken to him about Brian?
He already heard something on the news.
He didn't believe it could be our school.
Oh, nobody can.
No.
Well, I'll phone him.
I'm sure we'd be able to get over and pick you up.
Are you going to be all right?
Oh, yeah. I'll be fine.
I've still got to talk to the police again.
The best thing if I go into work really,
and not give myself time to think.
I'll be fine, guys, really.
We're sure you will.
What's that supposed to mean?
The mysterious Inspector Frost.
What's mysterious about Jack?
Nothing.
Your parents are here.
Do I have to?
You don't have to. No.
Good morning.
- Inspector Frost. - Hmm?
Have you seen Mr. Trigg, yet?
No, and unless he's matching Gerry Berland up with a dozen armed robberies,
you can tell him he's missed me
or he will have done in about a half an hour.
Well, it's about what happened at your house? He told me about it.
Why, does he know some cheap glazier's or what?
Well, he's concerned.
He remembered something very similar happening before.
All right. Come on.
- Whose is that? - Mr. Trigg's.
All right, I'll drink it on the way. Thank you.
Oh, uh, uhm...
Sixteen years ago, there was a spate of attacks on our cars.
I know because I was a serving officer at the time.
I had my tire shredded and a key ran along both sides.
It was only six months old and all.
Yeah, well, I remember. Mine was done at the same time.
Hmm, and a brick through your kitchen window.
Jenny, give me the cards, will you?
So, I put her on to this first thing.
A half an hour and she had the lot.
- You did give me the dates. - Hmm?
- Oh, yeah, I supposed I did. - You did, don't you remember?
I was there.
Oi, oi, oi, you two?
I know we've got two people of exceptional talent in this office,
but what is the relationship between punctured tires and kitchen windows
16 years ago?
Because it's likely underpass.
A crime that happened a long time ago.
A crime that was never solved, well, not for a long time.
A crime that has happened exactly the same way now as it did then.
Yeah, well... a lot of cop has had their tires done back then.
But only one that had a brick through their kitchen window.
That was you, Jack.
You never liked too many coincidences.
I think we got too many here.
He'll be home soon.
But for how long?
It will be over.
I promise.
She saw them, Gerry.
I don't think she's as sure as all that.
I think she'll come to that conclusion herself.
Jack, it's me.
Everything's fine. Well, not really, um...
If you want that meal, come around.
I know you're busy.
I am supposed to be, but...
Anyway, give me a ring when you get this message.
Inspector Frost?
Yes.
What's going to happen?
You've seen him?
Yes.
He will be charged.
- Then, will he come home? - I don't know.
It's up to the court to decide whether they'll grant bail or not.
Are you going to oppose bail?
I don't know whether you think that lying is the best way to deal with this
or you're too stupid to realize that you will make matters worse.
Because you will.
I just couldn't believe it when the kids phoned me last night.
They must be in a state of shock.
We all are.
They've been in to school today, but
I think getting away is going to be best.
So, if you could take them out a bit.
- Why didn't I think of that? - Oh, all right.
You know what I mean.
Are you all right?
Not exactly.
That was a stupid question, isn't it? Sorry.
I just... I haven't... I'm haven't got my head around this.
Have I got this right?
- You knew the boys who did this? - No. I didn't know them,
but I recognize them in the lineup.
You... oh my.
Well, I bet that wasn't easy.
It wasn't.
High, guys.
Hi, dad.
You have a good time.
Yeah. Don't you worry about me.
- You're sure, mom. - See you later, mom.
I'll be fine.
Talk to you later.
Bye.
Seat belts.
It's very good timing, Jack.
- Oh, was that Sophie and... - Joshua?
- Joshua. - And the father.
Oh, well, it will give them all something to talk about.
I don't know what you are so worried about, Sophie?
It doesn't look like she's going to be on her own.
- I think that was Inspector Frost. - That's what I meant.
And, what's this all about?
Well, he's not just a policeman.
Mom's always going on about him.
Oh, gossip.
Right, Sophie.
You will tell all.
The kids were due to go to Allen on Friday, anyway.
I didn't see much point sending them into school,
not with what's going on.
How old are they?
Josh is just 16.
Sophie is 14.
They didn't really know Brian,
but you just don't know how something like this is affecting them.
Where does he live?
Your ex, I mean?
Sorry.
Just around the M25.
Grim, his nick.
The ex.
It's not where any of us think we'll end up.
But, it's been a long time, over 10 years.
It's OK.
Eventually, run out of things to argue about.
And the kids?
Oh, sorry.
For a man who spends his life asking questions,
- I choose the wrong ones, sometimes. - No.
They're fine, most of the time.
You come to terms with the fact that
the life you're asking them to live isn't the one they want.
- Excuse me. - Oh, sorry.
I don't like what we did to them.
I've forgiven Allen most things, but...
not such a bad question, after all.
Right.
I hope you like salad?
Oh, yes, fine. That's nice. Great, yeah.
So, what don't you eat?
Well, anything that's green does you good, basically.
Especially, salad.
Yeah well... I've never found a take away in it,
that does a good salad.
So, what happened to your car?
Somebody thought that I didn't need tires, drunks probably.
Anyway, he got away pretty quick.
Now, I'm like everybody else, you know.
Some things are not as high on the police's list of priorities as you'd like.
That's not exactly reassuring.
But some things are.
You are.
My mom and dad died a very long time ago, now.
They were Denton born and bred, albeit lonely.
I think the farthest they ever went in their life
was a day trip to Barmouth.
You never wanted to leave?
Yeah, well... You know, sometimes.
I also think that matter how far you go, you'll always meet the same people there.
And my mom died a long time ago, too.
She was living with us when Allen and I got married.
She was in the early stages of Alzheimer's.
It wasn't bad then, but
when we knew Josh was on the way, we put her on a home.
But, I look back sometimes and wonder if Josh was more of an excuse than a reason.
I don't believe that.
I've got nothing but admiration for people who deal with things like that.
Well, if you have to do it, you do.
My wife died at home.
You looked after her?
I wasn't the real thing.
That's a terrible thing to say.
Things started to go wrong before she became ill.
I was going to leave.
The reason I didn't is because she was dying.
You stayed? You didn't have to.
Anyway, look, that was a great meal,
but I must go because I'm on duty.
Yeah, me, too.
Right.
I've got a patrol car keeping an eye on the house and on the clinic.
And you've got my telephone number should you need me.
- Right. - Right.
- So, well, thank you once again. - OK.
Well... we just seem to be getting into deep water. I don't know why.
Don't you?
Oh, right. I... yeah, well, thanks, bye.
Now, we need a charge on the Brian Shanklin murder.
I'm going to have to let those boys go, if there isn't one.
All right. I'll charge them tomorrow.
Mrs. Moorhead is obviously a reliable witness,
but the alibis are extensive.
Any chance for confession?
No. No. Afraid not.
But when we get into court, I'm not so sure that Sean Berland
will stand up to cross-examination.
He's very shaky.
But the other one, of course, he's as cool as a cucumber.
Someone must have seen something.
Yeah, but the thing is Berland has put the word about
that if anyone says anything, they'll regret it.
So, there's nothing.
I don't think that Neil's parents want to go along with it at all.
They know the truth, but they are frightened of Berland.
He's sailed very close to the wind showing us he knows that
Mrs. Moorhead is our only witness.
But, listening to rumors isn't a crime.
That's all they'll admit to.
We just can't get near him.
Under different circumstances,
I'd let Mrs. Moorehead think about giving her evidence anonymously.
Too late now.
Yeah, well, she's going to need extra protection.
Berland hasn't been idle neither has his solicitor.
Mr. Salmond has a complaint with the Chief Constable,
you and Mrs. Moorehead.
Saying what?
He paints you as an officer with an obsessive grudge
and her as an animal rights lunatic
who cares more about animals than people.
Uh, but no judge is going to listen to that, is he.
Take a jury that doesn't want to believe that two boys like their sons and grandsons
killed another boy like their sons and grandsons,
witnesses swear the boys were cleaning vans,
tearful parents swear their boys are little angles,
confuse the truth with an alleged grudge,
what have you got?
Recipe for a jury that can't make up its mind.
All right. Go on. Take him away.
What's up with you lot?
Proggy.
Come on, just get on with it.
Uh, yes. Here we are. Well, Phillip Richard Headon,
42, several injuries to the face and head
consistent with blows from a blunt instrument.
Paint flecks suggests tire lever or crowbar, fairly new.
Skull fractured in two places, there and underneath.
Death resulted from hemorrhaging of blood and cerebral edema.
Any evidence of the attacker you know of, blood or tissue?
There was blood under the fingernails but not the victim's.
So, all you have to do is find out who it belongs to.
Oh, and there was hair on the clothing.
Human and otherwise.
Otherwise? What do you mean by "otherwise"?
Felis silvestris catus.
What does that mean, I suppose?
A cat.
Don't go berserk, you know. We're just making a point.
Give it an hour. It'll be empty by then.
Hello, Jack.
No, I'm still here.
Yeah, just about to finish and go home.
You too.
See you soon.
So, there's nothing missing from upstairs?
It doesn't look like it, does it?
No, no, just the TV and the hi-fi from down here.
At first glance, kids I reckon.
Was there any money in the house?
Just a few quid in the kitchen drawer.
What time did you say the CID boys were going to get here?
I don't think they're going to be able to get up tonight, sir.
Oh, really?
Well you can tell them to get off their arses and get down here
or my solicitor would be waking up Superintendent Mullet
the first thing tomorrow morning.
And the next time, I see him on a golf course, I might mention to you as well.
Sir.
Hey, hey, hey.
What's the matter with you?
You keep everyone awake.
Shh, hey, have some biscuits. Come on, there's a good boy.
Good boy, go on. Shh.
Now, you sleep tight now, OK? See you tomorrow.
Ah, Georgie.
I didn't know you work without the organ grinder winding the handle.
Come along on in here.
Easy boys, come on then. Here you go.
Sally, out you go. Here you go.
Come on, Nick.
Come on, Patch. Come along.
Frost.
Jack, there's a report of a fire in the RSPCA center.
I'm on my way there now.
Go on, then. Out, there's a good boy.
Go out.