"playing a magical tune." "But inside this box, there lies a surprise." "Do you know who's in it today?" "It's Sam Tyler." "Hello, Sam." "How are you today?" "Oh, dear." "Not very happy." "Is it Gene Hunt?" "Is he kicking in a nonce?" "Tyler." "Boss." "Are you still on that sickle?" "Chris..." "I'm fine." "I just need another day." "It's just that we could do with a bit of a hand here." "Chris?" "What the bloody hell are you doing there?" "I work here, boss." "We've got a bit of a situation brewing." "It's nothing too serious, but it could end up in a couple of deaths." "So can you hurry?" "Due to a hospital error, Sam has been given an overdose of medication, which has placed him in extreme clinical danger." "No!" "I've given you time." "I've waited and I've waited!" "You don't know what I'm going through!" "Just come down, Mr Lamb." "Simon." "He just went mental." "We're doing all we can..." "Release Graham Bathurst!" "Release him or they'll be dead." "You've failed them." "Hey, come on, Mr Lamb." "There's a time to take off the noose and put on the kettle." "We were hoping you could be the voice of reason." "I came out of a musical box." "A stabilising influence?" "They've screwed up my medication." "I'm speeding." "I've OD'd." "For God's sake, Sam." "There's been a kidnapping." "We've got two people missing, in danger, we've got no solid leads and we're running out of time." "And I'm seeing things." "Oh, you're always seeing things." "Oh, you made it, then." "About bloody time." "And as for you," "I can just about handle you driving like a crackhead and treating women like beanbags." "But I'm going to say this once and once only, Gene." "Stay out of "Camberwick Green"!" "My name is Sam Tyler." "I had an accident and I woke up in 1973." "Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time?" "Whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet." "Now, maybe if I can work out the reason, I can get home." "There you go, Mr Lamb." "If you're serious about topping yourself, try one of our meat pies." "You're meant to be the experts." "You know, sometimes the experts let you down." "Me family." "Me wife and me daughter, they've been taken." "And Graham Bathurst, you have to free him from prison, or... or Bea and Stella die this afternoon at 4.30." "Don't give up on them." "Find me family." ""The police must put right their mistake." ""Graham Bathurst did not kill Charley Witham." ""Release him from jail by tomorrow" ""or Lamb's wife and daughter will be killed."" "Guv, talk to me." "Blimey, you're burning up." "Should I talk to you or fry me breakfast on you?" "It refers to an old case from a year ago." "A teenage girl was murdered." "Are these the old case files?" "Chris?" "Guv?" "Charley Witham files." "Why didn't you say they'd come up from the collator?" "I didn't know." "Case files?" "Look like a safari park for dust mites." "Don't come it with us." "We haven't been home." "We're eating out of cartons." "Ray, that's your life." "I haven't been to the pub for 36 hours." "Shit." "Mm." "I don't know what you were doing at the crack of dawn, but I know where I was." "Tyler, my office!" "OK." "I'm just, er..." "Sorry, it's... it's mine." "What?" "Oh, go on, take a peek." "It's Bond girls." "Ursula, Honor." "Couple of right tasty Jane Seymours." "Boss?" "Boss?" "All right, enough!" "Sorry." "Here." "That note was left at the phone box where Bea and Stella Lamb were taken." "Stencilled over in carbon paper." "Doubly hard to trace." "So who's Charley Witham and who's Graham Bathurst?" "Charley Witham was a beautiful 14-year-old." "She was attacked and murdered in cold blood one year ago." "Her boyfriend, Graham Bathurst, confessed." "He's evil." "Now he's in prison." "Being evil." "I need more detail." "What's the connection to Lamb?" "Simon Lamb coached an athletics team Charley was in." "Did he finger Bathurst for the killing?" "No, didn't know him." "This isn't a grudge crime." "Well, someone thinks he's innocent." "Don't start." "I've come at this from more angles than Linda Lovelace." "He's not innocent." "He confessed." "Worse, he gloated about it." "Well, obviously someone wants him out." "How about Graham's family?" "Quick thinking, Van der Valk." "While you've been laid up with your Vicks Sinex," "I've been leading a kidnap enquiry." "You didn't see us yesterday." "Graham Bathurst." "From the moment Simon Lamb walked in," "I knew we had our work cut out." "Release him from prison, right now." "Righty-ho, sir." "Anyone else?" "Ronnie Kray?" "The Hilbury Road Axeman?" "Release Graham Bathurst or they're going to die!" "Get your DCI." "Now, just hold on." "Get him!" "And as if by magic, a DCI appeared." "Well, they'd been shopping." "Stella, me daughter, she called for a lift." "Then I heard them." "They started screaming and shouting down the line." "Bea tried to stop him, and..." "Him?" "Or them, I don't know." "I..." "I could hear them struggling." "They were crying out and there was nothing I could do." "I..." "I just wanted the screaming to stop." "Hey, Mr Lamb." "We'll find 'em." "Right, we need to get statements from everyone in the area." "Oh, no." "Don't let him see it." "Get it dusted." "I am not taking another father to see his dead child." "Let's move it." "We went straight to Bathurst's family." "They haven't stopped bleating for his release for the last 12 months." "...you scumbag bastard coppers!" "Go on!" "They were cock-a-hoop to see us and invited us in for crumpets and jam." "You lied about my Graham." "Everything you told the courts was lies." "You got no shame." "He confessed, Mrs Bathurst, so with respect, shut your bloody bone-shoot!" "What are you writing down?" "Her statement." "Right, add this." "Your son is a cold-hearted killer, and if there's a hell, he's going there to be poked up the arse with fiery sticks, for ever and ever, amen." "There's an E in fiery, isn't there?" "Oh, blimey, here comes the heavy mob." "Sound the retreat." "The Bathurst family consists of one drunken mammy and an old bat with a stoop." "Don't seem much like a ruthless gang of kidnappers to me." "The worst bit was having to go back to see Charley Witham's parents." "Don?" "You could still see the grief in their eyes." "No disrespect, Mr Hunt, but I'd hoped that our paths would never have to cross again." "Sorry for showing me ugly mug round here, Don, but, um... the ransom note demands the release of Graham Bathurst." "So who would want that?" "Someone connected to the case, or obsessed with it." "Anyone seen hanging around here?" "I haven't seen anyone." "So... you're not going to release him?" "No." "But if someone out there thinks Bathurst is innocent does that mean you're not so sure that he did it?" "Graham Bathurst killed your daughter, Don." "I'm more sure of that than me own name." "Maybe Bathurst worked this up from the inside." "D'you know what?" "We thought of that and all." "We've been to see him." "Chris even made a tape." "He knows how much you like 'em." "Just answer the ruddy question, Bathurst." "Leave me out of it." "All I know or care about is that I'm where I belong." "Got that?" "This is where I belong!" "So why would someone target Simon Lamb's family?" "OK." "The last time you saw Charley Witham, the night she died." "Um..." "I was cleaning down the gym gear as she was leaving." "She left with her boyfriend, Graham Bathurst." "I didn't see him, but apparently he collected her." "20 minutes later, she was dead." "I've thought about that a lot." "How something that terrible could happen and no one sees a thing." "So you said." "So you didn't give the police Graham's name?" "No, I didn't know anything about Charley's family and friends." "She was a girl who came to the club." "Well, there has to be a reason why your wife..." "You should be out looking for them!" "Calm down." "She was just a kid in my class." "Talking about mascara and..." "and Donny Osmond, like they do." "And then she was dead." "And I cried over her, OK?" "And now I'm crying over my own daughter and my wife." "They're not dead." "Whatever these people want, I can't help them." "I don't know anything about Bathurst." "All I know is that I could hear my wife and daughter screaming for help down that phone line." "And I was helpless." "I just..." "I just wanted it to stop." "I just..." "I will move heaven and earth to find them." "OK?" "Are you all right?" "Just tired." "Oh, me too." "I haven't slept for 24 hours." "Stupid." "It's not stupid." "Pardon me?" "Forget it." "It's, er... something in my system." "You haven't been hanging around with those hippies we nicked?" "No." "No, this is something THEY have messed up on." "Come on." "Annie, sort all these 1972 reports from the Witham case." "I want the old statements in chronological order." "I want scene of crime files separated from the statements and the eyewitness reports." "And take a letter, Miss Jones." "OK, well, which one of them lot do you want to do this?" "Larry, Curly or Moe?" "I'll get cracking." "Remember, God is in the detail." "Right." "Scotty Yard are sending up some sort of kleptomaniac to look for hidden clues in the ransom note." "Cryptographer." "Whatever." "They phoned ten minutes ago, said they can't spare anybody." "Are any of you lot actually communicating?" "You know, it is good to talk." "Deadline's today." "They said 4.30 on the phone, but for all we know, they could be dead already." "They're not dead." "They would have contacted us." "Listen, there is still time." "I've got a plan." "I'm taking an overview of the situation." "You're operating on your own islands." "You need someone to step back." "An overview?" "Wow, that does sound dynamic." "What next?" "An audit?" "You've become inert." "I'm not a nert." "What is a nert?" "It's like a nonce." "You're tired." "You're making mistakes." "You're missing the details." "I've been out of the loop for three days, largely because someone messed up on the details." "Maybe... maybe I can give you the objectivity you need." "We need deep background on this kidnap enquiry." "And that means WDC Cartwright going through all the old case notes, and it means me interviewing you lot about Charley Witham." "Or you could just have another pint of coffee and we'll wait for the bodies to float down the canal." "Well, this is nice." "Shall I get us some Bakewell tarts?" "Tell me about Charley Witham." "I'll tell you about her." "She's what every copper dreads." "A dead child." "And parents looking to you for answers." "Last year I stood in their home knowing I was their only hope of getting some justice." "We... wanted you to see her as we saw her, Chief Inspector." "With everything ahead of her." "Our perfect ten." "Our Charley." "I, er had the job of showing them what their lovely perfect ten had become." "We think she knew her killer." "The leaves were cleared away like they were making space." "A rag was stuffed into her mouth." "Probably didn't mean to kill her." "He probably wanted to keep her quiet." "He smothered her face, panicked and ran away." "So... she suffocated." "Twenty feet from the road." "From people walking their dogs." "Cars." "Leave no stone unturned, Mr Hunt." "I knew I needed a quick result." "I want everyone in that little girl's life questioned." "Family." "School pals." "Teachers." "Hey, have you seen this?" "Her old sports coach, Simon Lamb." "He trained for internationals." "Wonder if he knows David Hemery?" "I like the Olympics, me." "We've got a good line-up this year." "I reckon the Munich Games'll be one for the history books." "Are you done, or should I pull up a chair?" "Now we're going to find this bastard for the parents." "Right?" "Yes, Guv." "Right, move it!" "Am I boring you?" "Thinking." "Anyway, we found out she was seeing this Graham Bathurst." "Turns out the bloke had previous." "So we decided to adopt the confident approach." "Graham Bathurst?" "Put the tool down, Graham." "Come here, you bastard!" "Nowhere to go, Graham." "Get away from me!" "Don't come any closer." "I'm warning you." "W... we know you're upset about Charley." "I wasn't there." "I was at home, asleep!" "Oh, aye?" "Anyone else see you?" "Thought not." "Why don't you help us, Graham?" "I'm going to hurt her!" "I'll hurt her!" "I'll end her bloody life!" "You're nicked!" "Sir?" "Graham's mum has asked that a member of the Women's Department be present during the interview." "You've got a babysitter, son." "Do let her know if you need burping." "I might even need breastfeeding." "It's not nice, is it?" "Flat on your back with some sweaty great bastard over you." "Get up." "You collected Charley from the club 20 minutes before she died." "She was a girl in bunches." "She wanted lollipops with her mates after school." "She was a child." "Look, that night I missed meeting her because I was asleep at home." "Oh, right." "Why didn't you say?" "You're free to go." "You walked her home that night and you decided you were going to have her." "I tried it on a few times." "We was only three years apart." "Who can blame me?" "Ripe as a summer apple, that one." "All that exercise." "Best bit of skirt in town." "You've got convictions dating back to your 12th birthday." "Theft and fencing, and I don't mean what Steed does in "The Avengers"." "Last year, you were done for assault and battery in a pub." "I was only cautioned." "You walked her home that night and you decided that you were going to have her." "Only she got frightened and you got angry." "She died within spitting distance of the street." "But hey, at least you got to have the best bit of skirt in town." "From those hairy bleeders in the lab." "This is the rag used to gag her." "It's got traces of oil." "So?" "So, Graham Bathurst likes to work on bike engines." "We've got oil on the rag." "Bloody Nora, you stink." "Rough as a badger's back passage." "Didn't let us wash." "Your nails are filthy." "Juries don't like filthy dirty hands on Bibles." "Or suspects with previous." "Juries aren't supposed to know." "Things slip out." "We've got motive, evidence." "You plead guilty to manslaughter, you're looking at a twelve-stretch." "Twelve years?" "Be out in ten." "But if you challenge me," "I'll push for premeditated murder, and that's life." "Forty years." "Mummy tell you not to take things from strange men?" "Well, I'm not a stranger, Graham." "I'm the best friend you've got." "Twelve, ten, forty." "Numbers." "All numbers." "I can't think." "The only number you need to think about is the perfect ten." "It's good value for a young girl's life." "It comes to that moment, Sam." "The confession." "It's not what's said." "It's a moment in their eyes." "You've locked all the doors, shuttered all the windows, plunged them into darkness." "Then, and only then, do you offer them the chink of light." "I can help you, son." "Graham Bathurst told us everything." "Scumbag got twenty years." "I hope he's sharing a cell with a big smiley bloke called Honeysuckle." "Tragic, innit?" "Young lass meets her first boyfriend, turns out to be a murdering bastard." "I wouldn't let a 14-year-old of mine go gallivanting with a lad that age." "No wonder she kept it a secret." "A secret?" "She never even told her mum and dad." "Who gave you his name, then?" "Can't remember." "Chris?" "Dunno." "Not without looking at the files." "Is this your statement report?" "Er... yeah." "It's, er... it's got me signature." "OK." "You got your information about Graham Bathurst from something called 4B." "What's that, a class?" "Oh, yeah, it's, er... it's one of Charley's schoolmates I spoke to." "She said Bathurst collected Charley from the club the night she died." "Which schoolmate, Chris?" "Boss, I'm sorry, but me mind's a blank." "Relax, we'll take a run-up." "Talk us through that day from the beginning." "From the beginning." "Wilco." "Right, you lot!" "So we dragged Charley's schoolmates into CID." "We'll give you some squash and then the nice detective will chat to you each in turn." "Hiya." "Hello." "Right, settle down." "Hey, nice detective." "Hello." "Now, did Charley have any mates outside of school?" "Anyone she was..." "Can you stop that?" "Anyone she was seeing or who was hassling her or... or owt like that?" "Have you got a girlfriend?" "No, that's none of your business." "You got a gun?" "Of course not." "What's that in your pocket, then?" "What?" "No, that's me Juicy Fruit." "Come on, now, that's enough!" "She swore it was a secret." "What was a secret?" "What was a secret?" "I'm breaking out in sweat just thinking about it." "All of 'em clustered round, leering at me." "God, I hate teenage girls." "Give me an armed blagger any day." "Chris." "The details are really important." "Now, someone was about to tell you a secret." "Who was it?" "He was meant to be her secret." "'Cause he was three years older than she was." "Who?" "Graham Bathurst." "Stella Lamb gave you Graham Bathurst's name?" "I just couldn't remember." "I was flustered." "I couldn't..." "Sorry, boss." "What's going on here, then?" "A kiss and a cuddle?" "Stella was the first one to point the finger at Bathurst." "That's why her and her mum have been targeted." "Annie." "Background info." "Background reports, this pile." "Suspect details?" "Bathurst?" "Er... under B." "Should have details of all his family." "There you go." "Bloody hell, Cartwright." "Do you want to sort out my garage?" "Doris Bathurst, mum." "Wanda..." "Wanda?" "Oh, grandmother." "There's a reference here to a family car being registered in the name of a Mitch Bathurst." "He's down here as Graham's cousin." "Mitch?" "Never came across him." "Why?" "Well, it's 'cause he's in the Navy." "He was away at sea." "Oh, yeah." "Record for assault." "So, violent family member, military training, all the skills required to pull off a kidnapping." "Comes home from sea to find his kid cousin banged up." "Details... can be easily missed." "You wicked, evil sods done enough damage to this family?" "Where's Mitch?" "HMS "Steadfast", Plymouth." "Who's sleeping on the couch, then?" "Me mother." "Why can't Wanda have your Graham's old room?" "Perhaps because it's occupied." "No, you don't." "Bastard." "Get off me!" "What you doing?" "Yeah, yeah." "Come on." "Listen, I haven't done owt." "What's wrong with youse?" "Screw you!" "You tosser." "Bastard!" "Where have you stashed them, Mitchie Boy?" "Up my arse, copper." "D'you want us to take a look?" "Did you kidnap Bea and Stella Lamb in the hope of getting Graham released?" "I don't know what you're on about." "Did your sailor-boy shipmates help?" "Listen." "Youse ain't setting me up with nothing else." "I came home to see me gran." "She's not well." "Pick him back up, Ray." "Don't let him torture me." "Rubbish." "This isn't torture." "This is just deep interrogation." "So." "Let's talk about Bea Lamb." "Not without a lawyer." "What do you think this is?" ""Mutiny on the Bounty"?" "You decided to kidnap Bea and Stella Lamb in a pathetic attempt to force your cousin's release from jail." "I ain't got a bloody clue what you're on about." "Think you're here for falling asleep in the crow's nest?" "I ain't kidnapped no one." "Then why hide from us?" "Why resist arrest?" "I thought you were from the ship." "I thought me lieutenant had sent..." "Hang on." "That's why you were..." "You've gone AWOL from your ship." "What, we've got it wrong?" "Blimey, Ray, uncuff him." "I'll see if I can get him some compensation." "Wait." "Wait a minute." "Hold it." "Just hold it." "What if it isn't him?" "What if we're wasting precious time?" "You're not serious?" "And with time slipping away, do we really want to put all our eggs in one basket?" "If the kidnapper's still at large, we might be able to lure him out." "How?" "That note was a cry for justice." "And I ask again, only slightly louder:" "HOW?" "!" "Radio appeal?" "You can't let him do it." "He's so bloody desperate they'll just think they're winning." "I'll do it." "Say we're closing the net." "Put the fear of God into them." "The last thing we want to do is scare the kidnappers." "This is about making a connection, Guv." "Keep using the names." "Say it over." "Bea and Stella." "Make sure the kidnappers hear it." "They need to see your family as real people." "And don't get angry." "Remember, that ransom note is a demand for justice." "So appeal to their sense of justice, Simon." "And try and stick to the script." "Details are vital." "Yeah, all right." "When this is done, I want this on air within 15 minutes." "I'm terrified, Sam." "You'll be fine." "Um... you want justice because you believe an innocent man is in prison." "My wife and daughter, Bea and Stella, they're innocent too, and, er... they're imprisoned by you." "I know that you can see the wrong in that." "I believe that you'll do the just thing and let them go." "Thank you." "An appeal from Simon Lamb, husband and father..." "You'll want to take this call." "DCI Hunt." "Dad?" "Daddy?" "Oh, my God." "Stella." "It's her, it's her." "Hello?" "He won't release us unless you do what he wants!" "I can't, my darling." "Keep away!" "I'm telling him what you told me to say." "Do what he wants!" "He warned you before, Dad." "He sent you a warning." "No, no!" "At least we know for sure it's not Mitch Bathurst." "Simon, Stella..." "He warned me?" "Of what?" "Try and think." "I don't know." "Puts us back to square one." "Simon, come on." "Stay with it." "I can't stop them screaming!" "Come on." "I did it." "What?" "I did it." "Yes, er..." "Charley, she..." "she had a crush on me." "That's it." "No, no." "Yes!" "I, er..." "I walked her home and, er... we sat down." "She... she started kissing me." "No." "Come on, Simon." "I tried to stop her, but she..." "Simon, please don't do this." "She... she got scared and, well, she... she struggled." "Yes, that's it!" "Er... she, er..." "I tried to stop her struggling and I..." "I killed her." "I did it." "So you can arrest me and you can..." "you can free Graham Bathurst." "Why can't I do this?" "If I confess, he'll let them go." "Wouldn't you happily go to prison to save the ones you loved?" "That's not how it works." "Graham would have to win an appeal." "But I can confess publicly." "They'd have to free him." "It would ruin your life." "Small price to pay to save them." "What if we lie?" "What?" "Tell some porkies." "Make a big announcement that we've released Graham Bathurst." "What good'll that do?" "It might buy us more time." "Get the bastard out in the open, we kick him and cuff him." "Sounds like a plan to me." "God, it's always that simple with you." "Excuse me, Mrs Woman." "Well, Sam's trying to work this thing out, and the rest of us... we charge in like a herd of elephants." "Details are what count." "And I'm wondering, or I'm starting to wonder, looking at Charley's files, whether we've really put down all the details." "We had a child-killer to find." "And we found him." "Inside of 48 hours." "Now, I made a pledge to her parents and I honoured it." "But we're in a mess here, Guv." "Maybe because we did too much kicking and not enough listening." "Are we about to get a recital from "The Female Eunuch"?" "Supposing we made mistakes last year and just supposing those mistakes are coming back to haunt us." "Blimey, Cartwright." "Next time go the whole hog and pull a gun on him." "That was out of order, Annie." "No, she was right, Chris." "God is in the detail." "God is in church, smarty-pants." "Er... boss." "Entering a building to make an arrest is a step into the unknown and that puts us on the back foot." "The smart move is to tread lightly and draw them out." "They could die any moment." "We've lost." "That's me back in uniform, then." "Annie." "You have to tell me." "What mistakes were made?" "Bathurst probably did kill her." "You know..." "It's just, re-reading those old case notes..." "It wasn't like we did a proper forensic sweep of the woods." "Ray took it as read that the evidence was on her body." "Then we just waded in and arrested Graham." "Who violently resisted and tried to take his gran as a hostage." "I'm not sure it was quite like that." "He was begging his gran to protect him." "Gran..." "In the heat of the moment, it sounded so much more violent." "Nowhere to go, Graham." "Get away from me." "Don't come any closer!" "We know you're upset about Charley." "I wasn't there, you bastards." "I was at home asleep!" "Oh, aye?" "Anyone see you?" "No, I thought not." "Why don't you help us, Graham?" "I never hurt her." "I never hurt her!" "I'll end up with life." "You're nicked!" "But Graham confessed." "Yeah, but re-reading those old notes," "I began to remember how he was in the interview." "The Guv thought he was evasive." "He was just confused." "Sir?" "Graham's mum has asked that a member of the Women's Department be present during the interview." "You've got a babysitter, son." "Do ask her if you need burping." "Or if... if I need breastfeeding." "He didn't understand the Guv's humour." "That made him seem callous." "She was a girl in bunches who wanted lollipops with her mates after school." "She was a child." "Look... that night I missed meeting her 'cause I was asleep at home." "Oh, right, why didn't you say?" "You're free to go." "Sit down!" "You walked her home that night and you decided you were going to have her." "We kissed a few times." "There were only three year between us and we were courting." "She was so sweet." "Sweet as a summer apple, me mam would say." "As soon as the Guv found oil on the rag stuffed in Charley's mouth, he went at Graham with both guns blazing." "They hadn't fed him, he hadn't slept or washed." "He was all over the place by now." "Because if you challenge me," "I will push for premeditated murder and that means life." "Forty years." "Twelve." "Ten." "Forty." "Numbers." "All numbers." "I can't think." "The only number you need to think about is the perfect ten." "It's good value for a young girl's life." "A young girl was dead." "Feelings were high and we all saw what we wanted to see in Graham Bathurst." "I can help you, son." "He must have done it." "He must have." "Tyler?" "Put that mouthy plonk back where you found her." "I'm widening the search and pulling in all able-bodied officers to help." "You're almost able-bodied." "Actually, I'm feeling a lot better." "You won't be when those women turn up dead." "The case was wrong." "The kidnapper might have a point." "You are joking?" "Ray, you handled the forensics on that rag found in Charley's mouth." "Here we go." "I wondered when it'd be my fault." "Listen to me, boss." "It was sick-making what was done to that little girl." "We secured a sound collar." "It was the forensics that nailed it." "Charley's body told us how ruthless her attacker was." "When she'd stopped him getting what he wanted, he blocked out her screams using his whole body weight." "Bloody smothered her." "A helpless child." "I never wanted a killer so bad." "I want that back so fast it makes my eyes water." "I knew the rag'd get him." "Traces of oil." "Graham repairs bike engines." "Motor oil?" "It's a link." "I think we've got him." "You think we cut corners?" "Here, you're so excited by files and folders." "Take a look." "You show me what we could have done better." "Go on, show me!" "I warned you he'd try this on, Guv." "That's it." "He was warned." "Stella told her dad on the phone that he was warned." "Meaning?" "Meaning the kidnapper thinks they've contacted him." "Have you been to Lamb's house?" "Why, you twonk?" "Simon may have received something that he didn't realise was a warning." "Tyler." "We've made a slight error." "There was a breakdown in communication and you were given the wrong dose of a neurotransmitter which stimulates the body." "We're trying to counter the effects with a heavy dose of noradrenaline, but I must warn you, you may for a time go into a deeper coma." "Oh, shit." "Beg your pardon." "Crossed line." "Get off the ruddy phone!" "No, no." "No, no, no!" "Now what?" "Ah, you screw up on the stimulants so you wade in with the suppressants." "You're about as hot on detail as this lot!" "Why don't you find something that gives me the screaming shits as well?" "OK, where's the door?" "This dust's making me nose itchy." "Oh, shut up, you tart." "Lamb was certain he never got a phone call." "Then maybe something came in the post." "Something he discarded without thinking." "Something which is going to warn him." "It could be a clue of the killer's identity." "Chris." "Dustbins." "What bins?" "Have the bin men been this week?" "Not yet." "So if he threw anything out, it should still be there." "Don't just check the bins, check the house!" "Well, come on, it's all we've got going for us, boys." "Sam's still out cold." "Doc says he may need blood tests." "I know what blood group he is." ""A" rhesus smug." "Right, we'll swing out to Lamb's." "I know, I know." "But what choice have we got?" "Cartwright." "You keep trawling through this lot." "So you're not kicking me out, then?" "Not yet." "Nothing in the bin outside except food wrappers." "Chris, check the other room." "Let's tear this poncy place apart." "Oh, you're beating up the fixtures and fittings." "Guess what?" "That nightclub raid, the hippies?" "Our boy wonder was slipped a Mickey Finn." "The boss is tripping after all." "But Sam doesn't take drugs." "He was drinking Tizer at the club." "DC Chester said he found half the tabs stuffed in the drinks bottles." "So the boss has spent the last three days tripping the light fantastic." "What is it?" "These two letters of complaint." "Dated one week and about four weeks after we charged Graham Bathurst." "Accusing us of "procedural incompetence"" "and "institutionalised slackness"." "Heavy stuff." "Who wrote them?" "Mavis Witham." "Charley's mum." "Chris, have you checked Lamb's study?" "Chris, step back." "Think." "Look." "God is in the detail." "Can you explain this photo to me, Mr Lamb?" "Stella's sixteenth." "Two weeks ago." "We had a garden party." "This man came to take photographs." "It's odd, though, isn't it, the way your hand's hovering in the air?" "It looks like there should be someone else with you, but they've vanished." "They were." "It was Stella." "She was beside me." "I had me hand on her arm." "The photographer, he sent these pictures through afterwards, and in that one, she was missing." "Who was the photographer?" "I assumed Bea had arranged him, but when I asked her, she didn't know who he was either." "She thought I'd hired him." "When did these photos arrive?" "Um..." "About four or five days ago." "I am sorry to bother you, Mrs Witham." "You wrote to CID last year." "You felt very strongly that we hadn't conducted a thorough investigation." "It all seemed so rushed." "We heard she was dead, and next thing, that lad was on trial." "You accused us of institutionalised slackness." "What does that mean?" "Well, you tell me, you wrote it." "You didn't, did you?" "Your husband wrote the letters and you signed them." "Just after Bathurst was convicted." "Don said it would make more impact coming from the mother." "Poor Don." "So quiet these days." "Always going back to the spot in the woods where..." "What did he say when he found out Mr Lamb's family had been kidnapped?" "He said something about natural justice." "It's strange, you turning up to talk about Charley." "Today of all days." "Mavis." "I need to speak with your husband." "He's in the shed." "It's where he has his darkroom." "Photographer." "Photographer!" "He's a photographer for the local paper." "Yellow Pages, wedding photographers." "Don Witham is a photographer for the local paper!" "I want every available DC, plod and plonk." "I want everyone on this." "Answer your ruddy phones!" "I am not CID's errand girl." "Annie's just called in." "Don Witham." "What about him?" "Annie says this is important." "Don Witham is the photographer on the "Town Cryer"." "Ray, copy of the "Town Cryer"." "It's the same font." "Hang on." "Stella's been removed from this photo." "This was his warning to you." "Don Witham's the Spot the Ball photographer on the "Town Cryer"." "He's an expert at removing things from photographs." "Guv." "Annie." "Annie." "It's OK, Mrs Lamb, Stella." "Stay calm." "I'm a police officer." "He's behind you." "He's behind you!" "Has he confessed?" "Mr Witham, listen to me." "Have you arrested him for the murder of my girl?" "Simon Lamb isn't your daughter's..." "The case was shoddy from the start!" "You were lazy, slack." "I wrote to your DCI." "I read your letters." "We filed them..." "I was ignored." "The victim's own father." "I was ignored." "That soft lad, Bathurst, was an easy target." "But Lamb?" "I took pictures." "Look at him." "Look at him with those girls." "Don, he's a teacher." "What's he doing that's so wrong?" "I've thought about this for months." "The more I thought about it..." "Maybe that's the problem." "You haven't talked to anyone, just gone over it in your mind." "My Charley worshipped him." "He had power over her and he abused that power." "He was with her that night." "No, Don." "You're not a parent." "A parent knows." "The way he looked at them." "No, Don." "You blame Simon because he was the last person to see Charley alive." "You blame him because he could have stopped her from dying." "He could have run her home..." "You're twisting it." "No, Don." "You're doing that." "You're twisting this to blame Simon because you want to blame yourself." "But you, Simon, no one no one could have known, no one could have stopped Charley from dying." "That one." "She was sixteen last month." "My Charley would have been sixteen today." "Where's my daughter's birthday party?" "She was my Charley." "My perfect ten." "Oh, Mr Witham..." "One kick and we're in." "When you go through a door like that, it's a step into the unknown." "You're on the back foot, Guv." "But if you can draw 'em out, then they're on the back foot, like." "Let's talk at the station..." "Shut up and get over there!" "Don't you dare!" "Get down there, you stupid bastard." "You know Graham is the killer, do you?" "Like you know your own name." "That's what you said to me." "Well, Mr Hunt, if you were wrong then, what's your name now?" "Oh, Don." "What a mess." "Yes!" "The noradrenaline is working." "Ten mils did the trick." "Ten mils?" "The perfect ten." "Back with us now?" "I'm feeling much better." "Good." "Yeah, I feel, er..." "I feel good." "Let's go out somewhere." "One night this week." "What do you have in mind?" "Roxy Music." "Free Trade Hall." "Oh." "I'll think about it." "No more visions?" "No." "That's all gone now." "I feel..." "I feel good." "Good." "Thank you so much." "Take care of your family." "I will do." "Thank you." "You're welcome." "See, Tyler, we can manage, even when you are off your nut on drugs." "Maybe you should keep a sack of them handy." "Good work, Guv." "Yeah." "Not bad." "Two lives saved." "It's better than not bad." "Called us shoddy, lazy." "I'm having none of it." "We were thorough." "God is in the detail." "He was and all." "Concrete evidence, Tyler." "Forensics." "Tung oil on Graham Bathurst's rag." "Tung oil?" "Is that used on engines?" "I thought that was for wood." "Wood?" "Yeah, it's..." "It's a lacquer." "It's for tables, floors." "And wooden gym equipment." "Didn't Lamb's statement say he was cleaning gym gear as Charley was leaving that night?" ""I just wanted them to stop."" "He kept saying that, Lamb, about his family being kidnapped." "It was the thing that upset him the most." ""I just wanted to stop them screaming."" "Mr Lamb?" "Just a moment, sir." ".:" "Napisy24" " Nowy Wymiar Napisów :." "Napisy24.pl"