"(Doorknob turning)" "(Someone walking away)" "Here we are." "If you wouldn't mind." "The rugs are a bit delicate." "Oh, right." "Well, I shall have to train them to wipe their feet, won't I?" "The dogs." "Dogs?" "I thought you said this place was furnished." "It is." "I'd hate to see one of your unfurnished places." "Put that out." "This is a breakfast table, not a transport cafe." "What's wrong with you two?" "Come on, eat up." "I'm not really hungry." "Are you just gonna sit there?" "No." "I'm gonna work." "So lots of oriental stuff here, isn't there." "This, for example, is it genuine, is it?" "Oh yeah, most definitely." "Mr. Wilding is a very discerning collector of object art from the Far East." "Well I hope he isn't out there collapsing any banks." "Hopefully not within the next six months." "Which, as you know, is the period of the lease." "If you would just like to sign at the bottom here." "Yes, yes, all right, well, you know, I'm still looking." "( Doorbell is ringing)" "Mrs. Frost." "Janet Harper." "Delighted you could make it." "Pleased to meet you." "Jack, I'm sorry, the traffic was just..." "Oh, this is wonderful." "Oh, well." "Rosalie." "Shoes." "Shoes." "We're not at home yet, dear." "Where did you put the milk?" "Harry?" "What?" "Milk." "Where is it?" "On the bloody doorstep, where do you think it is?" "And get your bloody cat off my breakfast!" "Go and get the bloody milk in then." "(Dog barking)" "Well, I'll leave you to it." "There are the keys." "I'll pop back and give you the spare set." "And if I can just..." "Yes, there you go." "All signed and sealed." "Thank you." "There you are." "Oh, thank you." "Well, it's all yours." "Now, if you have any problems, just give me a call, okay?" "I will, thank you." "Well, if this is the bedroom, where's the bed?" "You're standing on it." "You're joking." "Oh dear." "This is going to play havoc on my knees, you know." "Jack, I didn't think that..." "That's all right, it's just a joke." "You asked me here because you wanted my opinion on the flat." "Yes, yes, yes, yes." "I think, perhaps, I've been sending out the wrong signals because you seem to have jumped to the wrong conclusion." "You see, there's someone else." "I think you met him at my barbeque." "It's just... well we've been seeing a bit of each other, and..." "look, I think perhaps I'd better go." "Rosalie?" "Am I going to see you again?" "I'll check my diary." "Don't bother." "What do they mean borrow five thousand pounds and make your dreams come true?" "How can you borrow when you can't pay back?" "(Music playing on the radio)" "Listen." "Why would I want a new car, I've got an old one." "Where would I go, and how far would I get on their naught percent bloody finance!" "Not far, and that's a fact." "Please Harry, listen to this." "Why would I join a gardening club." "I haven't even got a garden?" "What use is a free trowel to me then?" "Can't you think of anyone but yourself for once?" "One song!" "That's all I wanna hear!" "Well if they think I'm going to reply within fourteen days they've got another thing coming." "That was our Jean's song." "I thought I was having toast?" "You always have to spoil things for me, don't you?" "One song, that's all I wanted to hear, but oh no." "Always got to have your own way, haven't you?" "Thinner woman!" "Thinner!" "I can't eat them bloody doorsteps of yours." "Oh, then cut it yourself!" "Frost." "Thank you." "All right, come on." "What's occurring?" "Clive, what the hell are you doing here?" "Waiting for you, guv'nor." "Nobody told me you were back." "Yeah, well, you should read your memos." "I thought you were happy by the seaside?" "Too many tourists." "Seasonal crime, you know the sort of thing." "Caravans that go bump in the night." "More like the Chief Constable thinks I need a minder." "Yeah, well..." "It's not your lucky day, is it?" "How is your uncle by the way?" "An armed robbery in a pawnbrokers." "I mean what is there worth nicking?" "Well, nothing much." "It looks like he only wanted the cash." "Cleaned the till out apparently." "Right." "I mean look at this." "What do you think that is, Ming, is it?" "Well, it is Eastern, but..." "Oh, you're right, look, made in Margate." "Good morning, Jack." "Good morning, George, all right, what have we got?" "Well, whoever he was he didn't force his way in." "No, I'd have heard him if he had." "I see." "Was he on his own, Mr..?" "Lawson." "Lawson." "I must have forgotten to lock the door after I got in." "I see, well, could you, if, George, look, do something about that lot out there, will you." "We've got half of Denton nick down here." "Well, an armed robbery shout's an armed robbery..." "I know all that." "Just do it will you!" "Sorry, sorry about that Mr. Lawson." "Was it just the cash that he was after?" "Yes." "Right." "Could you tell me exactly what he said?" "Nothing." "God, I feel so bloody stupid." "I gave him the cash and he didn't even have to open his mouth." "What did he look like?" "He was wearing these black overalls and balaclava." "Well, if someone dressed like that pointed a gun at me and then at the till," "I wouldn't have to be a fully paid up member of Mensa to work out what he wanted, would I?" "No." "I thought he was going to kill me." "Yeah, look, sorry, Mr. Lawson, please." "You're beginning to make me feel dizzy." "Just calm down, ok." "Come on, just sit down." "Sit on there, that's it, sit down, calm down." "All right, okay, just take it easy." "Can you tell us what sort of gun it was." "I hate guns, always have." "Yes." "Was it a rifle?" "No, a hand gun." "Revolver or pistol?" "I..." "Look, listen, it's all right." "What the Sergeant means is, was it the sort of gun that has a chamber, you know, that you put the bullets in?" "No, no chamber." "It's all right." "So it's a pistol, okay." "Listen, can you tell me something Mr Lawson, how much money do you normally put in the till in the morning?" "Well, that's just it, not much over sixty quid, maybe sixty five." "Not a lot to get scared to death for, is it?" "No, it isn't is it?" "Could be kids." "With an automatic?" "Oh dear, I do hope you're wrong." "Have a word with the local shopkeepers, see if this bloke in a balaclava rings any bells." "Not the normal thing you see on a bright summer's day, is it?" "He went out the back remember." "I don't care if he went up the bloody chimney, someone might have their eyes open, so go on." "Excuse me, I..." "Yes, what is it?" "All right, all right." "The logistics of an infrastructure such as this, is of course constantly under review." "Now downsizing is regarded as a difficult option, but certainly one we ought to consider." "You mean redundancies?" "Yes, but I wouldn't put it quite in those terms." "If we are talking about job losses," "I don't know of a better term to use." "Yes, well, I wanted you to know what may be about to happen." "Now of course this review doesn't just involve us officers, no, no, this has to be taken right across the board." "Typing pool, canteen staff, auxiliaries..." "But I will be losing members of my squad?" "Now, Jim, let's not be hasty about this." "With respect, sir, if you're looking to make serious financial cuts at this station, then two cooks and a cleaner don't add up to the salary of a senior detective, do they?" "Well that's what I want to find out." "Which is why I'm seconding Toolan to work on some figures with me." "George?" "But I need him." "Just for a couple of days." "Besides, Barnard's back working with DI Frost so that shouldn't present a problem." "This could affect a lot of families." "Well, we may just find some natural wastage." "Have I killed him?" "He's at the hospital, Mrs. Walters." "Are you sure you don't want me to call a solicitor for you?" "Have you arrested me?" "No, no, no, we just want to have a little chat really." "I do know what I've done." "Do you know why you did it?" "Ronnie Hilton." "Such a charming young man." "Yes, I suppose he was." "No other Love?" "Do you know it?" "It's a very famous song." "Yeah, well." "Most couples have a song they call their own, don't they?" "Our tune." "I'm sure Mrs. Walters would appreciate a nice cup of tea, Constable." "Sorry, go on, you were saying about your song." "Well, Harry and me, we never went in for that sort of thing." "Sentimental nonsense he called it." "But I always loved that song." "Helped me remember the good times." "That's what music does, doesn't it, makes you look back." "Sometimes when you don't want to." "Yeah, but when I was in hospital, having our Jean, after the birth, they'd cleaned her up, you know, and brought her back to me." "And we sat there, the three of us together." "It was a sunny day, strange." "And there was a radio nearby playing..." "'No other love have I." "Only my love for you." "Only the love we knew." "No other..." "Do you remember what happened this morning, Olive?" "He just wouldn't shut up." "It was playing on the radio, the first time I'd heard it in years, and I just longed to listen to it." "And he wouldn't let me." "You do understand, don't you?" "He'll be wanting clean pajamas." "Ah, Holland, tell me, how would you have arrested that little old lady we've just spoken to?" "If she had a knife in her hand, very carefully, sir." "Hey, that is not the..." "Jack?" "Yes." "We've spoken to all the shopkeepers who were around at the time of the robbery but none of them remembers seeing our suspect." "What are you talking about, someone dressed in black with a balaclava, walking around in the sunshine?" "No." "Maybe the sun got in their eyes." "Sergeant Barnard says the suspect went out the back way." "Oh he did, did he?" "Oi!" "Oi!" "Oi!" "Oi!" "Oi!" "Now I want you to take that dishwater back and take her a proper cup of tea in a proper cup." "George." "Mullett would like a word." "Anything I can do?" "No, no, you're alright this time, Jack." "George." "Yeah." "All right, thank you." "So, what have you been up to then?" "Search me." "Are you going to this do?" "What and break the habit of a lifetime?" "No bloody fear." "You're not supposed to do this, are you?" "That's why it's not happening." "Hello again." "Oh hello." "You haven't come to collect next month's rent already, have you?" "No, I do voluntary work here twice a week." "Well, it was nice seeing you again." "Yes." "I hope your father will be okay." "Yes, thank you." "What are they doing here?" "I'm going down the station." "They want me to make a statement." "I hope you don't tell them anything they don't need to know." "You bring disgrace on this family and by God you'll regret it." "So who are you taking to the dance then?" "Well I was going to ask Michelle Pfeiffer, but well, you know..." "Yeah, short notice." "Maybe you should think a little closer to home." "Is that what you're doing?" "Now that would be telling." "Jack, you got your tickets yet?" "What?" "The Super's bash." "You could bring your new bird..." "lady friend, sir." "Jack, Mr Lawson's waiting." "All right." "WPC Holland, would you kindly escort Mrs. Walters to somewhere a little less crowded and a little more comfortable, please, thank you." "Sir." "(Knock on the door)" "Come." "Thank you." "Now, Mr. Lawson, can you tell me why a pawnbroker who sells nothing but, well if you'll pardon the expression, junk, be a target for an armed robber?" "Well, he was after the cash, you know that." "You're sure about that?" "Look uh, there's something I didn't mention earlier." "I thought there might be." "I haven't got a licence for it, right, and I know it's out of order, but I do a bit of money lending, you know, on the side." "Ahh, what sort of money are we talking about?" "Don't get me wrong, nothing major." "A couple of grand." "But that's all, I swear." "Do you have many enemies?" "Many?" "I don't think I've got any." "You know, like someone who you owe money to, or maybe they owe you money and don't want to pay up?" "You know now you've got this" "little sideline of yours." "You think someone's after me?" "Any reason why someone should be?" "No." "I don't think so." "(Knock on the door)" "Yes." "Jack." "Quick word." "Harry Walters just died." "Thank you." "Ah, Holland, there you are." "They said I'd find you here." "Mrs. Walters, I can't seem to find her." "What room did you put her in?" "Room, sir?" "She's in there." "Were you born cold blooded or is there some sort of transfusion you can get on the NHS these days?" "Sorry?" "Mrs Walters is not Denton's answer to Lizzie Borden." "You do not put seventy five year old ladies in prison cells." "Please remember that, WPC Holland." "Sir." "Don't worry, Inspector." "It's written all over your face." "I know what you're going to say." "Olive, I'm going to have to ask you some questions about Harry." "You know, about this morning." "Harry's dead." "Yes." "You don't seem to be very upset." "I was worried, at the hospital." "When Harry was still alive?" "Yes." "But now it's all over." "Tell me something, you know that story you told me about that song on the radio, was that true?" "Yes." "But he wouldn't let me listen to it." "He never did." "When he was in one of his moods" "I couldn't get anything right." "His moods?" "How long did these moods last?" "Years." "Well, why didn't you leave him?" "Where would I have gone?" "You could have gone and stayed with your daughter, what's her name, Jean." "You could have stayed with her." "It's her birthday today." "I wanted to take her flowers." "Forty." "That's what she would have been." "When did Jean die, Olive?" "1959." "She was two." "It must have been a very difficult time for you." "And for Harry." "No, not for Harry?" "Oh yes, it was eating him alive." "But then again, it was his own fault, wasn't it?" "Why?" "Why was it his fault?" "What happened to Jean, Olive?" "She died." "Olive?" "How did Jean die?" "She had a fever." "One day she seemed to be burning up." "I said we've got to get the ambulance," "Harry said there was no need." "Told me to stop fussing." "He said she had a cold, she'd be fine." "Then she seemed to get worse." "I said, "we've got to call the ambulance." "But he knew best." "Only he didn't, did he?" "And she died?" "He wouldn't let me do anything for her." "He just let her go." "And I suppose he blamed you, did he?" "Blamed you for everything." "Just because of his own guilt." "And that guilt turned into something else, didn't it?" "Something more bitter and cruel and turned towards you." "I tried." "I did try to make things better, Mr. Frost." "But..." "I couldn't see a way out." "Did you want to kill him?" "Oh yes, for a long time now." "In a way, he'd already killed me." "I've been dead inside for nearly forty years." "And when you got up this morning, did you think, you know, today is going to be the day?" "No." "It was just breakfast." "If the radio hadn't been on." "Will I be going to prison?" "I don't know." "Is there anything I can do for you?" "Disney's on his own now." "He's never been on his own before." "Disney?" "Such a beautiful cat." "I've always had a cat, ever since..." "Rachel?" "Rachel?" "What?" "Mrs. Marlow." "Yeah." "She's always been a bossy cow." "Rachel!" "She is, gran." "She's completely mad." "Shall I tell gran what she does in assembly?" "If you want to." "She picks the dandruff off her shoulders, and then she eats it." "Dad!" "Hello, love." "I thought you'd be going back to the shop." "No." "I've, got some paperwork to do." "Where's Matt?" "He's probably still at work." "Well, are you going to do your work or not?" "I'm sorry, you're too late, I've missed it." "What?" "My favorite program, Play School." "What are you doing carrying that thing about?" "It's the bloody landlady." "She waits for me to move in last night, then she turns round and says," ""no televisions allowed in the rooms."" "Maybe you could pawn it with Peter Lawson." "Is that supposed to be funny?" "I don't know." "Is it?" "No, the man is terrified." "Well if he won't tell us who's putting the frighteners up him, then there's nothing we can do about it, is there?" "Yeah, but he doesn't know who it is." "Oh yes he does." "I know he knows." "And I know he knows I know." "What?" "Exactly." "All right." "If Peter Lawson won't give us any clues" "let's go and talk to the family." "Maybe they can tell us who's got the grudge." "All right, come on, we'll use your car." "That might be a bit awkward." "Only the car's full, my stuff." "Well you see the room's so small..." "Oh well, why don't you get a flat like the rest of us." "Well, I would if I could find somewhere half decent." "I don't suppose..." "No." "Have you got someone lined up then?" "To share the flat?" "No." "Well then..." "Hello, George, what's up?" "Mullett got you on detention has he?" "I'll go halves with you on all the bills?" "Come on." "Do you know of any reason why your son Peter should be a target of a vendetta?" "I have never been able to reason with my son, Inspector." "If I had, then maybe he would have made more of his life." "You're not a pawnbroker yourself then, Sir?" "No." "Captain." "Parachute Regiment." ""Ready For Anything", that's the motto." "Good old Paras, eh." "Retired now, I take it?" "Sixteen years." "But I gave them thirty of my best, and I continue to lead the disciplined life they instilled in me." "Without discipline there is chaos." "And this is what my son has chosen." "Chaos." "Because he has no discipline." "No self-discipline." "Granddad." "Granddad." "What's all this then, sweetheart?" "I finished the jigsaw." "Well done!" "You clever little thing." "Everyone who has outstanding debts is on that list Mr. Frost." "I'd like to know who's got it in for me." "Yeah, all right." "I'll get them checked." "Is that where you keep your paper work is it?" "Your business records?" "I take it you do keep business records?" "Yes, of course." "I wouldn't mind having a look at your books, Mr. Lawson." "You know, just in case you're memory's playing tricks on you." "Tomorrow morning would be a good time." "Do you know what?" "Always wanted one of these things myself." "Never got round to it." "You know, I always been too busy." "Must be really nice to have a place like this." "You know, a little hideaway." "Where you can take your mind off things." "Yes." "Have you got a brother or a sister?" "No." "The pressures of being an only child, eh?" "Mr. Frost." "Whoever he is, you will get him, won't you, only I love my kids and..." "If you're sure you've told us everything." "Yeah." "I thought you might like to see these, sir." "Close the door." "Oh no." "We have to look at these again." "We can't afford to downsize the uniform quota." "How much does chef earn?" "With respect, sir, not enough to justify retaining such a high number in the uniform division." "There is of course the option of saving some money by cutting the costs incurred by the summer dance." "Rates of hire of the..." "Out of the question." "Just a thought, sir." "We could use the canteen here, sir." "Yes and what would that do for morale?" "No, as I said, it's out of the question." "One loss only from plain clothes?" "That seems rather disproportionate." "The officer in question," "DS MacDonald has actually put in for early retirement." "He seemed the obvious choice, sir." "These figures are critically unbalanced, George." "I suggest you take another look at CID." "I'm sure you can find at least one other officer whose loss wouldn't be too difficult to bear." "Remember, the higher the rank, the higher the salary." "I suggest you look at those above Sergeant." "Yes, sir." "George?" "Perhaps we could look at the entertainment costs, you know, music, etc, for the summer dance... just look into it, mind." "Yes, sir." "(Noise)" "(Gunshot)" "All right, come on, get him out of here." "Have we got any witnesses, or is it the invisible man again?" "Well we can hardly ask the neighbors can we?" "I mean there aren't any." "Do you know what I think?" "I think this has got to be dodgy dealing." "Yeah, maybe someone had a score to settle." "Well they've certainly done that alright, haven't they?" "What we ought to do is have a look at that list he gave us and check it against any guns that may be registered in the area." "Mr. Mullett won't be very happy will he, sir?" "Two murders in one day." "Well, I don't think that Peter Lawson's very ecstatic about it either!" "(Doorbell ringing)" "Ah, morning." "Spare keys." "Thank you." "Mr. Frost I'd just like to say how sorry I was to hear your father had died." "At the hospital." "Oh yes, well..." "Can I borrow your toothpaste, sir?" "Morning." "Morning." "I don't know how much of the small print you've read, Mr. Frost, but it does clearly state there is no sub-letting on these premises." "Yes, I know." "Yes, I do know." "No, I'm afraid you've got it wrong." "You see this is..." "Clive, would you come here, I'd like you to meet... sorry, what was your name?" "Janet." "Janet." "I'd like you to meet Janet" "She's our landlady." "Janet, this is Clive." "Clive is my son." "Oh, I'm so sorry." "But he called you sir, and..." "Yes, that's because he's been studying in America." "Picked up some of their habits, that's all." "Haven't you, son?" "You ok?" "You sure you're gonna be all right?" "I have to do this, Matt." "I can't leave it any longer, you know that." "I still hate him you know." "Now more than ever." "Promise me, you won't say anything to the police, Matt, promise." "I promise." "We won't tell them anything they don't need to know." "We can't tell them the truth." "No, I know." "I'll tell gran you're staying over at a friends tonight." "Thanks." "You will call me, as soon as..." "Don't worry." "Oi, what are you doing?" "Well, we haven't got any at home." "Do we?" "Oh, you'd better take some milk then as well." "Shh, hey." "Morning, sir." "Carry on." "The scene of the armed robbery." "The scene of a murder." "Yes." "Two incidents in one day." "What's the link?" "The link?" "I'd say it was the victim, sir, wouldn't you?" "If Peter Lawson has been up to no good," "I want to know who else was involved." "And don't you go telling me we haven't got the manpower to cover it." "I'll have no expense spared in a murder investigation." "After the armed robbery, weren't you concerned for his safety?" "I expect all of my officers to be up to speed Inspector." "That includes you." "Morning, George." "Morning, George." "I don't know why you bothered turning up today, mate." "You weren't expected." "Yeah, I know." "Listen, Matt, if you want to talk about it." "I mean if it was my dad..." "He was a bastard, that's all there is to it." "He had it coming." "What the Magistrate said?" "What does it mean?" "Condition of Residence?" "It just means you've got to come down to the station once a week and..." "He wouldn't let me put them up." "All right." "There you are." "Don't look too closely, there may be bits of brain stuck to it." "Looks like it's from an automatic." "Yes, right, well done, Clive." "Yeah, so the gun used to shoot him could have been the same as the one used in the robbery." "What do you mean, killing two birds with one stone?" "Yeah, possibility, but I don't think so." "Why not?" "Well, think about it." "Nicking sixty quid and blowing someone's brains out doesn't sound like the same person to me." "If someone wanted to kill Peter Lawson, which they obviously did, if that person was the armed robber, why go to the palaver of making two jobs out of it?" "When they could have just blown him away first time round in the shop." "Inspector Frost." "Yes, your wife told me I might find you in here, Mr. Lawson." "Sorry, something I said?" "No, I'm simply amused by the "Mr" Lawson." "I'm afraid I still regard my military title with more than a little affection." "I see." "Well, seems a shame to get rid of it." "Get rid?" "No." "I was simply trying to return some order to the place." "Peter didn't have the structured life of the army, did he?" "His choice." "Tell me, Mr. Lawson, your thirty years service?" "Now you said, that you retired sixteen years ago." "Now if my maths are correct, that would be 1951 to 1981." "Correct?" "So you'd have been too young for the second world war and too old for the Falklands and as the Paras didn't go into Korea that would have meant that you missed all the fun." "Is there a point to all this, Inspector?" "Were you a strict father?" "My son is dead, Inspector." "I don't see what difference it makes whether I was strict or not." "What I meant was, did you ever hit him, you know beat him?" "Very well." "Sometimes." "It's the only way to instill discipline." "And when you did, you know, beat him, he would listen, wouldn't he?" "Because you'd be used to that." "People following your commands." "I'm left with three children to feed, Inspector." "You honestly think this is what I would have wanted?" "My own son?" "How long did Peter share your house?" "Five years." "Was he married?" "She died." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." "How did she die?" "Car crash." "Look, what has this got to do with Peter's death?" "Who was driving?" "Peter." "Was he drunk?" "Unfortunately, yes." "Oh, one more thing." "Matthew and Rachel." "Would you say they were close?" "As close as any brother and sister." "Did they blame your son for their mothers death?" "You'll have to ask them that." "Has Rachel got a boyfriend?" "I really couldn't tell you." "All right." "So, who are you taking to the dance then?" "Only I was wondering if we'll, you know..." "Yes!" "Great." "Okay." "Terry Wilson, local scrap dealer." "He's on this outstanding debts list that Peter Lawson gave us." "And it says here that he's the proud owner of a Browning nine millimeter automatic." "Bingo." "Mr. Wilson?" "Who wants to know?" "DS Barnard." "Denton CID." "Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?" "If you must." "How well did you know Peter Lawson?" "Not very." "I borrowed a bit of cash when the business went through a rough patch." "But you still haven't paid it back." "No." "Won't need to now." "Mr. Wilson, where do you keep your gun?" "You do own a gun?" "And I've got a license that proves I'm entitled." "I belong to a gun club," "I know the rules." "Where is it?" "Thank you." "In here." "All right," "Matthew about, is he?" "In the crane." "Not too upset to work then?" "You'll have to ask him." "Tell me something, how well do you know his sister, Rachel?" "Not very." "Oh yeah, not your type?" "No." "Too young." "I go for the more mature woman." "You don't know of any going spare do you?" "No." "So you're not Rachel's boyfriend then?" "Well I'm a boy, and I'm her friend." "But if you think I've been breaking the law with an under age girl, you're barking up the wrong boyfriend's tree." "Who's tree should I be barking up then?" "Try Matthew." "They've always been very close." "Can I help you?" "No, thank you." "Just one more thing." "Was Matthew at work first thing yesterday morning?" "Yeah, we both were." "Guv?" "Yes?" "Can I have a word?" "What's going on?" "I don't know." "Yeah." "Oh he's got a gun all right." "A Browning nine millimeter." "Just what we're looking for." "The only thing is it's missing." "Missing, where from?" "Well, from a cupboard in there would you believe?" "And they wonder how villains can get hold of guns." "All right, okay, well we'll nick him and we'll see if he's got an alibi for last night." "It must have been a tough decision, coming into work today." "Not really." "I'll bet your boss was surprised to see you." "We've all got a living to earn." "Do you know he kept a gun on the premises?" "So?" "So?" "It's gone missing." "Don't you find that funny?" "Your father's been shot and the man that you're working for has lost his gun." "Do you think Terry killed my dad?" "No I don't, do you?" "No." "Did your father find out about you and Rachel, you know, what you were doing?" "What?" "It's all right, a brother and sister can often have feelings that get out of hand." "You don't know what you're talking about." "He did find out though, didn't he?" "And I think somehow you and Rachel managed to kill him." "No, you've got it all wrong." "Where is she then?" "Where is Rachel?" "I know she's not home because I've checked!" "Where is she?" "She's in Blackpool." "What do you mean she's in Blackpool." "What has she done, run away?" "No, when it's over, she's coming back." "When what's over?" "The abortion." "She went to Blackpool to get an abortion." "Are you sure you don't want to talk it over with your parents before we go ahead?" "They're dead." "Who looks after you?" "My grandparents." "Have you talked it over with them?" "They mustn't know, about any of this." "It's okay, Rachel." "Everything here is confidential." "No one has to know what you're doing." "As long as you're sure." "I don't want this baby." "I can't." "It isn't right." "Here, look at this?" "Oh, come on, we haven't got time to mess about with these things." "Go on, I'll be a laugh." "Well?" "Beware a man in uniform." "Yes, that'll be Mullett." "He's a man in a uniform." "Yeah, well come on, we'd better find this bar before Mr. Mullett thinks we're taking a holiday." "It's Mystic Mullett." "Of course, downsizing an infrastructure is always going to cause concern." "Well according to these figures," "CID lose two officers." "What about uniform?" "They're our primary contact with the public." "Too much downsizing in that department could jeopardize our position on the streets." "But if you want to achieve the targets you've been set with all these redundant... with all this downsizing, you still need more cuts." "Yes, well I've decided not to renew the catering contract." "Great, so now we all bring sarnies and a flask?" "Yes, if you'd let me finish." "The catering contract will be put out to tender on a smaller scale." "Okay, but even with all this you're still going to need more job losses from the ranks." "And if you're not going to touch uniform that brings us back to CID." "And if you're looking for a Senior Officer, it's your decision, sir." "Yes, gentlemen?" "Have you got a Joanna Lawson here?" "Is that with or without ice and lemon?" "I'll take mine neat." "That's her." "Look I haven't got long." "Well, we'd better get to the point then hadn't we?" "We've been talking to your brother." "So?" "Yeah, well, we've been talking to your brother about Rachel." "You leave her alone." "Can you tell us Joanna, how long did it go on for, the abuse?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "What if I said Matthew has told us everything about Rachel." "And what was that?" "We know that Rachel's here for an abortion." "Joanna, we know all about your father." "Look, I don't have to talk to you." "Hey, Joanna!" "Joanna!" "Joanna, there's nowhere to run to!" "When did you leave home?" "Two years ago." "Should have done it sooner." "Why didn't you?" "I was worried about Rachel," "I didn't want her to go through it." "I thought if I was there, that I'd be enough for him." "But I was obviously wrong." "What happened to make you change your mind?" "We all reach the end of the line at some stage." "Why didn't you tell anyone?" "I did." "My gran." "But she didn't believe me." "Didn't or wouldn't?" "Both I suppose." "We had this huge row." "I'd never seen her so angry." "She even called me a slut." "Said I was twisted." "She just wouldn't believe he would have done such a thing." "Said he loved us too much." "He just had a funny way of showing it." "So I left." "I suppose I should have reported him or something." "But if your own gran doesn't believe you." "You spoke to Matt?" "Yes, he said I'd find you with Joanna." "She understands." "Babies never turn out right, do they, not when it's the same blood." "They told me, that it was a girl." "Thank you." "Rachel, I know it's difficult, but I've got to talk to you." "I've got to ask you a few questions about your father." "Can't it wait?" "He's dead, he's not going to run away now." "I'd like you to come back to Denton with me in the morning." "That's what gran used to say." ""Everything will be alright in the morning."" "Only it won't, will it?" "You can't keep running away from the truth." "The world just isn't big enough." "Well, we haven't really learned anything have we?" "I don't know." "We've found another Lawson kid who had it in for her father." "Yeah, but it's not what you'd call a motive though is it?" "After what happened to those two girls, if anything," "I think Peter Lawson deserved to die." "What's the words to that song?" "Something like" ""the things you can't hide when you're crippled inside"." "That's what's happened to Rachel and Joanna." "Probably for the rest of their lives." "Well, there's one thing we can be grateful for." "He didn't get at Suzanne." "So you think one of those kids did kill him?" "Yes I do." "But which one?" "You'd better get the Medical Examiner to check her over, make sure she's all right." "Then I want you to go over to the house and pick up the good Captain." "What for?" "Well, if I'm going to interview her," "I need an appropriate adult, don't I?" "Well, can't we get a female social worker?" "No, let the granddad do it." "Rachel will feel more relaxed with him about." "Well go on, come on, chop chop." "Mine, all mine." "Rachel, I know this is difficult for you, but you would agree that you had good reason for wanting your father dead?" "I suppose." "Did you kill your father?" "No." "Do you know who did?" "No." "Inspector I have to ask if this is necessary?" "Can't you see the child is still upset by her father's death?" "Rachel, how many people knew where you were last night?" "Matthew and Jo." "No, we all knew you were over at your friends, sweetheart." "No, Mr Lawson." "Rachel wasn't at her friends." "She was in Blackpool with her sister." "What were you doing there?" "You didn't know what it was all about?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Rachel?" "I killed the baby." "Baby?" "Rachel was pregnant." "She went to Blackpool to have an abortion." "Your son's baby." "Isn't that right, Rachel?" "I killed it." "You should have told me." "What about this Terry Wilson character?" "No, he's got an alibi's as tight as a ducks..." "So you're saying it could be a member of the Lawson family?" "Well." "What about the girl?" "Rachel?" "No, I don't think she could be that calculating." "Not after what she's been through." "Mind you she might know who did it." "And the brother?" "Matthew, yes, well, I've got to have words with him." "Well you'd better get round there quick." "If you've released the girl, you don't want her warning him off." "No on the contrary." "I want Rachel to go home so that Matthew can see what sort of state she's in after the abortion." "They might decide to give it up." "I'll see him then." "Chances are he might feel like talking." "Chances." "You take too many of them Jack." "Your toothpaste." "My toothpaste." "Your toothbrush." "My toothbrush." "Your soap." "My soap." "Towels?" "Hand." "Bath." "Good." "Even Captain Lawson couldn't have organized it better." "So, does this mean I can stay for a while?" "Yes, I suppose you'll have to." "I'll never find anything without you." "Now all we've got to do is decide who makes dinner." "Tonight." "Tonight?" "But it's the dance tonight." "You hadn't forgotten?" "No, I'm not going anyway." "Oh, come on, don't be such an old misery." "Hey, not so much of the old." "Hey, is that your George Cross?" "Yes, it is." "But don't you lust after it, that's for heros only." "Anyway, I haven't got anyone to go with." "Well, why don't you ask Janet?" "Janet?" "Who's Janet?" "Our landlady." "She seems really nice." "She's probably married." "Well you don't know until you ask do you?" "Go on, give her a call." "She might even lower the rent." "In your dreams." "Go on, give her a call." "Yes, yes, all right, I'll think about it." "What's wrong with giving her a call now?" "Because now I want to go and take another look at Peter Lawson's shop." "What for?" "Just in case we missed something." "You mean something to link the robbery with the murder?" "Well, we're not getting very far on the no link theory, are we?" "So, come on, look, just leave all this." "Come on, let's go." "Have you got the keys?" "Yes." "I wonder." "What?" "Well," "If Olive was in her kitchen, she could have seen anybody who came in and out of the back of this place." "Yeah, but wouldn't she have mentioned it?" "What in her state?" "No, leave it out." "Olive?" "(Cat meows)" "Hey, what are you doing in there?" "Come on, come on." "Olive?" "Hey Olive love, come on, wake up." "Oh Olive." "So, what did the doctor say, about Olive?" "Died of natural causes, whatever that means." "I think she died of a broken heart." "You shouldn't let it get to you, sir." "Did you say something?" "Well it's not really possible to die of a broken heart sir, is it?" "Not if you're a murderer, and that's what she was." "So what you're saying is that Olive Walters wasn't affected by what happened?" "I'm saying that if anyone deserves our sympathy it's her husband, not her." "So we shouldn't feel any compassion for a woman who killed her husband, and then kills herself in the process?" "Is that what you're saying?" "We're not supposed to get involved, sir." "There's lots of things that we're not supposed to do, but we do them." "That's because we're human beings." "And here we are dealing with the human condition." "You can't just not have feelings because life's not like that." "Or are you so naive?" "I just wouldn't let it get to me, that's all." "I see." "Guv?" "Can I have a word?" "Don't tell me you've got me on your hit list?" "Now what the hell is going on?" "I mean you can't keep these sort of things quiet for long." "I'm already hearing whispers." "I don't know George." "Mullett's had this bloody decree from up high and that's an end of it." "He wants me to put Jack's name on the list, doesn't he?" "Well, you know Mullett, George." "He's not going to let an opportunity like this slip by." "Not if he can point the finger at someone else." "Yes, me." "Sorry to trouble you, Mrs. Lawson, but we'd like to have a word with Matthew." "He's not here." "Oh, do you know what time he'll be home?" "I don't know." "He seems to have disappeared." "All right, all right, well, don't you worry, we'll find him, we'll find him, don't worry." "I want someone down here to keep an eye on this place." "We'll also get someone to go to the scrap yard." "I want to know the minute that he turns up." "I'll give him disappeared." "Suzanne!" "Suzanne!" "You're wearing that shirt?" "Why?" "What's wrong with it?" "Nothing." "(Doorbell ringing)" "Will I do?" "Well, you look lovely?" "Thank you." "Right, shall we get a move on?" "We don't want to be late, do we, dad?" "So when he got there, he looked in the coffin where his brother was lying and his brother was dressed in the colors of the Glasgow Rangers football team." "And when he saw that he said, 'oh, no, that's not what he meant by being buried in the Gaza Strip." "Yes, of course I should have told you that he'd come from Israel for the funeral." "Not much of a football fan, obviously." "Well, have a very good time everybody, and enjoy yourselves." "Do you know where the Gaza Strip is, George." "Oh, yeah." "It's not quite what I had in mind for the music but, well done." "Thank you, sir." "So, as you were saying," "let me get this straight." "The woman I met at the flat, who I thought was your wife, isn't your wife?" "No." "And the man at the hospital who died." "Harry." "Harry, who I thought was your father, isn't your father?" "Right." "And Clive, who I think is your son, is really..." "A Sergeant." "Police, he's a policeman." "Is that how you managed to get the invitations?" "Well no, not exactly." "You see, there is something that I've forgotten to mention." "Well I'm..." "Let me guess, a policeman?" "No, I'm a brain surgeon." "This is my night off." "Did you think I'd turn you down because you're a policeman?" "It has been known." "I think your sergeant wants a word with you." "Excuse me." "Matthew Lawson's been spotted at the yard." "Right." "You've got to go." "Now you know why some women are put off." "Will you be back?" "I don't know." "I'll wait." "All right, thanks." "Well, well, well, well, well." "What do we have here?" "I know someone shot him, but it wasn't me." "No?" "My bet is, that you went into your father's shed and murdered him with Terry Wilson's gun." "No." "Yes." "You shot him, Matthew." "Then you slipped into the house and waited for us to come and tell you the tragic news." "No, you're not listening!" "That's because you're not giving me anything to listen to!" ""No, no, it wasn't me", does not constitute an alibi." "And I know that you hated your father." "That doesn't mean I killed him." "No, well I think you did!" "With what?" "Am I missing something here, or are you forgetting that we've got the gun?" "I've sent it to forensic." "And they'll prove that your fingerprints are all over it." "Including the trigger." "Makes no difference." "I never fired it." "There you go." "All right, thank you." "So, you want me to put him in a cell for the night?" "No, let him sweat it out there for a bit." "Oh right." "Secret, is it?" "Sorry, no, forensic." "You were right about his prints being all over it, but according to this report, that pistol hasn't been fired for some time." "What?" "It's not the gun that killed Peter Lawson." "But it doesn't mean, it isn't the one that was used to threaten him." "Does it?" "Do you enjoy threatening people?" "I don't know what you mean." "That's what you needed the gun for, wasn't it?" "So you could frighten the living daylights out of your father." "For the sake of sixty quid." "Your father didn't forget to lock the door behind him, did he?" "You simply used your own key to get in." "The balaclava was a good idea." "That way he wouldn't recognize you." "I didn't harm anyone." "I just had to have the money." "What was it for, Rachel?" "There was no point asking in him, he'd have wanted to know what it was for." "She needed the train fare." "Joanna paid for the clinic." "Would he have objected, to the abortion?" "No." "But he'd have wanted to know who the father was." "Well he was the bloody father, wasn't he?" "Then who was?" "Who's that bunk for?" "Suzanne." "I was going back to get her tonight." "Everything's ready." "I can take care of them both now." "It's all over Rache," "I've told him the truth." "But, he'll kill us." "You're safe now, Rachel." "Your father wasn't responsible for any of this, was he?" "He was responsible for doing nothing about it." "What I mean is he didn't lay a finger on you, did he?" "Or Joanna?" "No." "He didn't abuse you?" "No." "And he didn't make you pregnant?" "It didn't stop him turning a blind eye though, did it?" "But he did know all along, didn't he?" "Then why did you let me go on believing it was him all the time?" "He's dead." "It didn't matter." "If I'd have told you the truth we'd all be dead." "But why didn't your father tell me himself then?" "I don't blame him." "He was as scared as us." "But please, don't make us go back there, please." "We've got to get Suzanne out of there before it's too late." "Sleep tight, sweetheart." "How could I have got it so wrong?" "You want me to come with you?" "No, I'd rather you stayed here." "Send them round the back." "Guv." "Yeah." "What if he's..." "He's not dangerous, Clive." "He's just sick." "Good evening." "Always take the enemy by surprise, eh?" "Always be in control of the situation." "And that's your idea of being in control, is it?" "I was ready for you, wasn't I?" "Expecting you." "Look, I've even dressed for the occasion." "What do you think?" "I think you're a sick man, Mr. Lawson." "Charlie?" "Is that the gun you used to kill your son?" "What?" "That's right." "And do you know why I did it?" "You thought he was a failure." "And you also knew that he was going to tell me about the sexual abuse his daughters suffered at your hands." "Lies!" "All lies!" "Charlie?" "I wouldn't say they suffered." "I love those girls." "Well if you didn't believe that what you did was wrong, why did you stop your son Peter from telling me about it?" "You do realize that I outrank you, Inspector." "Look, I'm not here to play your army games." "I make the rules, and I'm going to arrest you for the murder of your son." "No." "It's all lies!" "Step closer, and say that again." "You think you're a big man, but big men don't terrorize their own families." "I've met men like you before, you know, murderers and rapists." "And they've all got the same things in common." "They're obsessed with power and the fact that they haven't got any." "That's why they hurt people who can't fight back." "Take yourself, for example, you joined the army, and you only ever got to play the Captain at the harmless dress rehearsals." "But now you're out of the army." "And you're on your own." "And you're nothing, and you can't take that, can you?" "Oh really." "Is that what you think?" "Well I am in control here, and I say you step a little closer." "I tried to warn him off." "But I couldn't be sure." "So you seized the opportunity." "You knew he'd been threatened with a gun earlier that morning, so when he said he was going to go to the shed to play with his trains, it was too good to pass up." "You could make it look like the same person had come back." "He was going to take my girls away." "I couldn't let that happen." "I love them." "Love them?" "Your granddaughter has just aborted your child!" "She shouldn't have done that." "Not my child." "What happened to you in the army?" "Did they laugh at you behind your back, did they?" "Did they used to say there goes old Lawson, he's only got one kid, maybe he's only got one ball?" "Is that what they used to say?" "Peter wasn't enough for you, was he?" "That's why you abused him." "He didn't deserve four children!" "All right." "Come on, give me the gun." "Surrender my firearm?" "I don't think so, Inspector." "Captain Lawson, your gun, sir." "A trusty friend, Inspector." "Never fails me." "Come on." "Put it down." "It's all over." "A man doesn't have to be brave to pull the trigger," "Mr. Frost." "But he must be brave enough to face the consequences." "(Gunshot)" "(Gunshot)" "The power of love is a curious thing make one man weep make another man sing change a hawk to a little white dove more than a feeling that's the power of love" "What's this?" "It's the outcome of the downsizing." "No, Jack's not on the list." "Jack." "I just, well, I wanted to say, Jack that," "Beware a man in uniform." "It wasn't you after all." "It's my resignation." "Jack?" "It's final." "That bullet was meant for me, you silly sod." "You deserve this." "More than I ever did."