"Everything okay, Hamer?" "She's still in one piece." "Nice about Everest, eh?" "Just in time for the Coronation." "Yeah." "You checked the emergency exits?" "Not recently." "Think it's about time I should?" "Exactly about time." "Hey, fellows!" "I made it!" "The Cow's given me my first, my first assignment." "The Cow." " Cowley!" " The Cow." "I think he means Mr Cowley." "You know, we ought to report him for insubordination." "Yeah, we should do, shouldn't we." "Yeah." "It's a shame, though;" "be pulled off the assignment." "Well, he might even get, uh-- --thrown off the Squad." "Yeah?" "Well." "Ah, you're kidding." "You are kidding?" "You have to spend a whole year with CI5 before you get to call Mr Cowley "the Cow"." "And even then not, well, not actually in the building." "He's got ears like a hawk." " Eyes." " What?" "Hawks have eyes." "Well, yeah, well, this is, this is true, but they also have very good ears." "I mean, did you ever see a hawk wearing a deaf aid?" "That's ridiculous." "It's ridiculous, but it's true." "Don't you want to know about the assignment?" "What, the stake out up north?" "Yeah, we saw it on the duty board." "For ears, you need something like" "Like an elephant!" "Why an elephant?" "Well, because an ele" "Oh, have fun, Tony." "Yeah, good luck, Tony." "Because an elephant's got big ears, hasn't he?" "Yeah, but he's got good eyes, too, hasn't he?" "Sir Arden." "Sir Arden," "I have administered the Last Rites." "Is there anything else you wish to tell me?" "Susie." "Susie Carter." "Susie." "Susie." "Susie Carter." "I killed her." "I killed Susie Carter!" "I killed Susie Car" "We commend our brother Arden to you, Lord, now that he has passed from this life." "May he live on in your presence." "In your mercy and love, forgive whatever sins he may have committed through human weakness." "We ask for this in trust of the Lord." "May almighty God..." "Lord Derrington, sir." "George." "Lord Derrington." "Oh, please, let's drop the Lord, shall we?" "You can't imagine how much it embarrasses me." "Not judging from the social columns." "It seems to sit well on you" " Peter." " Peter." "You look rather grey, George." "The leg?" "Is still attached to my body." "Please, sit down, sit down." "Thank you." "Let's see, now, it must be, seven years since last we met." "Eight." " Georgetown." " Thomasville." "Ah." "Och, but how could you be expected to remember?" "It was a long time ago." "You remember." "I have reason to remember." "You taught me a great deal, Peter, about protocol, bureaucracy-- all the things I'm inclined to ride roughshod over." "That's always been your forte, George, cutting corners." "And that's why I'm here." "You've heard about Sir Arden French?" "Oh, yes." "Yes, I understand it was a happy release." "For him?" "Or for the men under him?" "My irreverence shocks you?" "Oh, nothing shocks me." "And I know Sir Arden ruled Internal Security with a rod of iron." ""I killed Susie Carter."" "Those were his final words." "You didn't know?" "No." "I'm surprised it hasn't filtered down to you by this time." "Though I suppose they would want to hush it up, a security chief's final admission." "And I wasn't the only person to hear it." "But whatever they want," "I don't want it hushed up." "I want to know." "Know what?" "What he meant." "If there actually was a Susie Carter." "What lay behind it." "I want you, and CI5, to find out." "But surely his own department" "Might have many reasons for not investigating further." "Special Branch, then." "They work hand-in-glove with Sir Arden's department." "They might be prepared to connive at a cover-up, too." "I've had a word with the Prime Minister and he feels-- we feel-- that you and you alone are equipped to ferret this out." "Eddy." "Eddy, what's wrong?" "Nothing." "Nothing." "It's that dream, again." "I told you, I'm all right." "You haven't had that dream for years." "Not for years." "You've been shouting that name:" "Susie." "Susie." "Over and over again, you keep saying it:" "Susie Carter." "Hallo, Bremer." "Well, well." "Don't often see you boys here." "I thought CI5 could manage without us common-and-garden coppers." "You've fallen on hard times, have you?" "That's right." "Let us have a file on Carter, will you?" "S for Susie." "Carter." "S?" "For Susie." "Deceased." "Got three dead ones under that name." "One was a hit and run." "One was a witness who jumped from a window." "One was" "Yeah, well, let's look at them all, shall we." "Okay." "Which one's this?" "Uh, that's a soul tape, isn't it?" "Hallo." "Yes, this is the Turvey residence." "Julia." "Yes, I'll get him." "Grandpa!" "Grandpa, call for you." "I've told you before. "Grandpa" suggests walking sticks and rocking chairs." "But "Grandfather"" "Has the ring of dignity." "Hallo, Turvey here." "Hallo, how are you?" "Yes?" "What?" "Hey!" "Give me that, again." "We're going to set the disco equipment up here." "That's all right, isn't it?" "Yes, yes, fine." "You can't mean that." "But it's been years." "Hold on." "Kids, d'you mind?" "Private." "Come on, Mark." "We'll go and set up the bar." "Oh, did the glasses arrive?" "Yes, they came this morning." "Oh, good." "I haven't had a chance to unpack them yet." "But would you like to go downstairs..." "You have got to be joking!" "After all this time?" "It's been years since I've been involved in anything like that, and you know it." "Yes, I still have contacts." "All right, if you think it's imperative." "I've got a feeling I've been here before." "Police work, leg work, routine, sorting through files." "I thought I'd left all this behind when I joined CI5." "Excitement, they promised me." "Action." "But not--not--sorting through files." "That's funny." "Careful; he might break a rib, laughing." "Got two of those S. Carter files." "But the third one, the witness who jumped, the file's missing." "Now, Doyle, you've got to admit, that is a kind of excitement." "What do you mean, missing?" "Well, it's sort of like, disappeared, you know." "Gone." "My God, he was right." "Derrington was right." "Derrington?" "What did you find out?" "Well, it was 1953." "Susie Carter was the chief prosecution witness in a big corruption trial." "And I'm afraid we can't tell you any more than that because somebody's stolen the file." "But we did get all the newspapers for the period." "Might give us some more detail." "What happened to Susie Carter?" "Thought she was Icarus." "Yeah, she jumped out of a window, before she could testify." "Jumped." "Well, that's the official story." "The officer in charge of the case?" "Detective Superintendent Turner, retired about nine years ago." "Did you get that address?" "Yes, way up north." "Who do we have up north just now?" "Tony Miller." "What's so funny?" "Call him." "Tell him to bring Turner in." "Betty, get me Lord Derrington, would you." "Hallo, Frank?" "Yes, this is Turvey." "I'm fine." "Fine." "Look, Frank, let's talk over the old days some other time, eh?" "Right now, I need help." "Heavy help." "Eddy." "Someone at the door." "What, at this time?" "Yeah?" " Mr Turner?" " Yeah." "Ex-Detective Superintendent Turner?" "Yes." "CI5?" "Mr Cowley wants you" "There we are." "That should be a nice welcome-home present for Tony." "Frighten him to death." "What's the matter?" "Doesn't he like girls?" "Well, would you fancy her with a face like that?" "What, Georgie?" "Old sock-it-to-him- from-the-shoulder Cowley?" "Otherwise known as McCow." "In the interests of precision, Doyle, do you mean McCow or milk cow, because we ken the latter is correct." "Eh, cows give milk;" "cows succour their young." "Uh, just tidying up the locker, sir." "There's no need." "Ah, that's a good joke." "Not my style of joke, but he would have enjoyed it." "Would have?" "Never send a boy on a man's errand;" "they'll only pinch his bike." "How often have you heard me saying that?" "Just another of my cliches." "I should have you sent you, Doyle, or you, Bodie, you might still be alive." "Yes, he's dead." "Tony Miller's dead." "Susie Carter." "I want her from the cradle to the grave." "Yeah, but where do we start?" "Not bad for an ex-copper." "We lived well." "We've always lived well." "An ex-Detective Superintendent with a Rolls Royce?" "Well, after he left the force, he, he speculated." "What with?" "Someone left him some money." "So, there'd be a record of it, then?" "Well, I don't know where the money came from!" "I just spent it." "Mrs Turner." "You've no right." "Eddy's barely dead." "Your husband had over fifty years of life, and a Rolls Royce in the garage!" "Tony Miller was twenty-six." "Miller?" "The young man?" "The dead young man." "Oh, God." "What about Susie Carter?" "Susie Carter?" "He kept saying that name, last night, over and over again:" "Susie." "Who was she?" "Well, there was a Susie." "Years ago, there was a Susie." "It was a case he was working on." "I remember the night he came home." "He was different; worried, or upset." "It was years ago." "1953." "It was the first year we took a winter holiday." "1953 Bermuda." "It was the first time we were able to afford a winter holiday." "Susie Carter?" "Didn't she fall out of a window, or something?" "From some hotel?" "The Star Hotel, Bayswater." "Those papers came through." "Susanna Carter." "The night of June the third 1953, out of a window on the ninth floor of the Star Hotel." "It only made a side paragraph;" "too much going on that day." "Coronation and" "Everest was also conquered." "The Star Hotel." "I can't see the point." "We're not going to find any clues there now." "Atmosphere, Bodie." "Get the feel of the case." "Get the smell of it." "Oh, you'll smell it, all right." "In fact, you'd better get a move on before they pull it down." "Hey?" "Room 96." "The police moved her here for her own protection." "She was due to testify the next day." "Testify to what?" "Corruption." "Neil Turvey Combines." "Man's got a finger in every pie." "Government building contracts, hospitals, defence establishment." "Talk of bribery to the tune of two million." "There's a Watergate in the making for you." "Yeah, two million." "That's a lot of loot." "Yeah, Susie Carter worked for Turvey Combines." "So, she knew where the body was buried?" "Uhm." "Two million." "Would you push a girl out of a window for two million?" "Is that a definite offer?" "Sir Arden wasn't Sir Arden, then;" "just plain Arden French." "Defence lawyer for Turvey Combines." "And now he's dead." "And so is Turner." "Neil Turvey's still alive." "You lay off Turvey." "He came out of that affair smelling like a rose." "Because the chief witness was pushed out of a window." "We don't know she was pushed, yet." "And Mr Turvey is a very important man." "More influential now than he ever was." "So, you lay off him." "For the time being, anyway." "Now, Ann Berry, the policewoman who was supposed to be helping look after Susie Carter." "Ann!" "Ann!" "Why didn't you answer the phone?" "Anyway, I took it." "There's some men coming to see you." "Men?" "Doyle and Bodie, or something like that." "I think they said CI5." "CI5?" "I didn't understand it, either." "But perhaps it has something to do with your old job?" "The police?" "Sally, let's go away for a week or two." "Why?" "I thought you said we couldn't manage?" "Well, I've been thinking." "You were right;" "we do need a holiday." "A week or two in France, where we went last year." "That would be marvellous." "What about the dogs?" "We could call Henry;" "he'll look after them." "A week or two away." "We deserve it." "That's what I've been telling you." "Might even make it a month." "Oh, I'll go and see to them." "You call Henry now." "Well, as soon as you can, Henry." "Call you back." "Ann!" "She didn't have a Rolls Royce." "Nah, but this place cost her fifty thousand." "Yeah?" "When?" "1955." "Exactly." "And she paid cash." "You get the same kind of feeling as I do about those two?" "What, only one bed being slept in?" "Yeah, yeah." "Yeah." "It must have been murder for a policewoman with those kind of tendencies in the fifties." "Yeah, she'd be open to all kinds of bribery, blackmail, the lot." "Jackpot!" "Twenty thousand shares purchased in Turvey Combines-- when?" "1953." "Yeah." "June the third 1953, the day after the girl was pushed out the window." " Turvey." " Gotta be." "I've seen Turvey's pictures." "Who hasn't?" "He's got a good PR man." "He's in all the social columns, you know." "He dyes his hair." "What?" "Well, he must be close to seventy, yet his hair's jet black." "So, he dyes his hair." "No, no, you're missing my point." "He fights his age." "And whatever happens to stand in his way." "Oh, I see, Batman." "But Cowley told us to lay off." "Yeah, that was before Tony Miller was killed." "And Ann Berry." "And it all points to Turvey." "Only circumstantially." "Ah, knock it off, Ray." "You're not in the Force now." "In this outfit, a hunch is a hunch- -is a hunch is a hunch is a hunch." "I know." "I've nicked villains before and had 'em slip through my fingers, and then watched 'em stick two fingers up at me from the dock." "What we've got on Turvey won't hold up in court." "It will eventually." "First, catch your Turvey." "Gentlemen." "My granddaughter said police." "Not exactly, Mr Turvey." "I'm Doyle." "He's Bodie." "CI5." "Ah, sort of police." "Not even close." "Police can be corruptible." "And you're not here to argue semantics, and I hope you don't regard a drink as the first seeds of corruption." "I ask because I have here some particularly good malt Scotch." "Too early?" "Well, perhaps you'll allow me." "Now, I want to help all I can." "Help?" "Huh." "If you owned as much property as I do, that makes sense." "My relationship with the police-- and I know you don't quite come into that category-- has always been very amicable." "I'll bet." "I beg your pardon?" "Ann Berry." "What?" "We've just come from looking at Ann Berry." "She was shot." "About there." "Ever seen what a high-velocity bullet can do at close range?" "Who the devil is Ann Berry?" "You ought to know." "She had shares in your company." "Shares?" "Are you crazy?" "Have you have any idea how many shareholders" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "But, you see, she acquired her shares June the third 1953." "The day after Susie Carter died." "Susie Carter." "And who's Susie Carter?" "He's forgotten." "Amnesia?" "Uhm, convenient." "Amnesia." "You know, that's sometimes brought on by a blow on the head." "And sometimes miraculously restored the same way." "Neil?" "Ah, Neil, I'm just leaving." "I'll see you at the Club later." "Everything all right?" "Ah, Freddy, I'm-- Let me introduce, what is it, Doyle and Bodie, CI5." "I think we've met." "Yes, you would have when you headed the Home Office investigation." "Sir Frederick Tallen." "Sir." "Yes, yes, you work with Cowley." "Give him my regards." "I'll see you later, Neil." "Freddy." "Everything isn't all right." "What?" "You asked me whether everything was all right." "It isn't." "These two men have been using stormtrooper tactics against me." "Against me, Freddy." "For what reason?" "No reason." "Three people have been shot." "In the last twenty-four hours." "What's the connection with Mr Turvey here?" "Is it a matter of evidence?" "Solid evidence?" "Is it?" "I see." "Doyle?" "And Bodie." "I'll remember those names." "And don't worry, Neil;" "I'll take it up with Cowley personally." "Thank you, Freddy." "Sorry you wouldn't join me." "Ah, yes, your particularly good malt Scotch." "Well, I'll tell you, Mr Turvey, you can take your particularly good malt Scotch and shove it up your particu" "Don't." "Good day, Mr Turvey." "I told you to lay off Turvey, I told you, but no!" "You go charging in against my orders." "Are you deaf or something?" "Or are you just plain pig-ignorant?" "Steady on, he just took a glass of Scotch in the face." "Scotch?" "Pure malt, particularly good." "Then you're not just deaf, you're daft." "A pure malt Scotch in a face like yours?" "Oh, you're angry, eh?" "Deep down frustrated want-to punch-someone-in-the-face angry." "You know, my karate master taught me about anger." "Channel it, he said, take it, he said." "Let it throb up through your body, let it build and grow and then concentrate it, let it, let it burst out through your fingers." "Have a Scotch." "It's malt, and it's pure." "And for your edification, there is no such thing as a particularly good one." "They're all damn good." "And don't go wasting it over that face of yours; aim for your mouth." "Now, to concentrate that anger." "Files." "Files." "The newspaper files." "Every word ever written about the Susie Carter affair." "We did go through them, sir." "A hundred times." "Then make it a hundred and one." "Betty's got them all laid out ready for you." "Cheers." " Cheers." " Cheers." "It's all too simple." "Turner." "Detective Superintendent Turner, suitably bribed as officer in charge, walks right past the man on the door." "Inside the room, also bribed, policewoman Ann Berry, and between the two of them, they bundle Susie Carter out of the window." "While Neil Turvey foots the bill?" "And the whole thing set up by the defence lawyer, the lately deceased Arden French." "No case against Turvey, so case closed." "Say that bit again." "Case closed." "No, no, the first bit." "Turner." "Walks straight past the man on the door." "The man on the door." "Bodie, we'll make a detective out of you yet." "Yeah." "Well, I think it's back to the files, don't you?" "Good breakfast, Angus." "Aye, it is." "And it's going to be a fine day for the hunt." "There, Mr Hamer." "Did you ever see such a beastie?" "He's all yours for the taking." "What's more, if you miss him, you still have him." "If you do miss him, he has but one emergency exit." "You checked the emergency exits?" "Think it's about time I should?" "Exactly about time." "Mr Hamer?" "Mr Hamer!" "I'm sorry." "I was miles away." "Years away." "Too late, Mr Hamer." "You've missed him." "Sorry." "But at least I saw him." "That's not what we're here for, is it?" "You're paying me to do more than just see him." "Ah, well, he has nowhere to go but further up the valley." "He's still ours, but it's a long hike." "Neil Turvey's alleged involvement was thoroughly investigated at the time, and nothing was proved against him." "And now, twenty-five years later, there's still no proof." "It's the status quo." "Except that I'm now a man short." "Yes, Miller." "I'm sorry about that." "Not as sorry as Neil Turvey will be one day." "Look, lay off Turvey, George." "There's nothing to pursue there." "Perhaps not, but I'll remember it, tuck it away." "I'm beginning to wish I hadn't reopened old wounds in the first place." "I'm glad you did." "There's someone else." "Peter, there's got to be." "All those years ago, Turvey wasn't in a position to subvert a lawyer, a police officer." "No, there had to be someone else, someone in authority, a third man, if you like." "Yes?" "The copper, sir." "The guard, the man outside the door." "Now, why didn't I think of that?" "Because you didn't get a Scotch in the face." "Do you know who he is?" "We know who." "Frank Hamer, ex-Detective Sergeant." "But we don't know where." "Yet." "Get to it." "Concentration of anger." "Oh, but it worked--it really worked!" "Wonderful shot, Mr Hamer." "Beautiful shot, simply beautiful." "Didn't I tell you I'd show you the best shooting in Scotland?" "And wasn't I right?" "You did, and you were right, McKay." "Will you go on, now, or go back and split a dram on it?" "It's been a long day." "I think we'll make tracks for home." "Aye, right you are." "We can keep our eyes skinned as we go." "Hallo." "Fifty miles away from anything remotely resembling civilisation, and he says hallo." "My mother taught me to be polite." ""Hallo" is English, an alien tongue, but if I'd addressed you in the Gaelic, you'd have thought me the foreigner." "Anyway, I expected you." "I heard you coming about a mile and a half back." "You're city men." "I'll be polite again." "Can I help you?" "Would you like a bite of my sandwich?" "No, they told us back at the hotel Mr Hamer was around here." "Aye." "Where round here?" "Take your pick." "It's a big country, and all of it Scottish soil." "Did your mother, in between polite lessons, tell you about the possibility of being beaten insensible by strangers?" "I've asked can I help;" "you haven't told me how." "We're looking for Mr Hamer." "McKay took him off to the north valley, but they should be back soon." "That way." "That's the road they'll take, aye." "Which one of you fell off the path, then?" "Come on, I heard one of you scrabbling past to the right of me there." "Just five minutes ago." "Could have been a deer." "I know a deer from a man." "And it was a man." "Just there, to the right of me." "Movement." "Something there." "And we're upwind of it, too." "Deer?" "Maybe." "It's best to be ready." "Now, you keep your aim there." "Whatever it is, I'll go round and drive it towards you." "Mr Hamer!" "Mr Hamer!" "You didn't see the man?" "No." "I should have, I suppose;" "I should have chased him." "But all I could think of was Mr Hamer." "Poor Mr Hamer." "Yeah, poor Mr Hamer." "He got a shot of him, though." "I'm sure he got a shot of him." "Of him?" "You mean he got a shot at him?" "No, no, no, no." "Mr Hamer's one of the new breed." "Vicarious excitement-- the stalk, the hunt, the kill." "But no killing." "That is a camera gun." "Mr Hamer got a shot of him." "Yeah, that's Frank Goodman." "Can you find him?" "Well, he doesn't know we're looking for him, so he won't be hiding." "Yeah, we can find him." "Good." "And, uh, gently, eh?" "Gently." " Yes, sir." " Yeah." "Here, check that for us, would you?" "Cowley said gently." "What's Goodman?" " He's a hitman." " Right." "And he's also a pro." "He won't be carrying now." "He might be going on another job, mightn't he?" "Be carrying then." "All right, put it away." "Remember where you put it, though, won't you?" "Hiya, Frank." "How's Scotland?" "Very tough, isn't he?" "Like a rubber ball." "Just keeps bouncing back." "You know, I saw an old Gary Cooper movie." "They got at this guy through his religion." "You see it?" "No." "Yeah, well, he wouldn't talk." "Wouldn't say a word-- until they threatened to bury him in a pigskin." "Yeah, hard as nails until that happened;" "then he really broke up." "Wouldn't worry Franky." "No?" "Nah." "Not scared of anything, are you, Frank?" "That so, Frank?" "Yeah, I reckon everyone's got a Room 101, you know;" "something they fear most." "You get my point?" "Point taken." "Take the next on the right." "That could be Frank's Room 101 over there." " What, that pub?" " Yeah." "What's special about that?" "Oh, nothing, just the people that go in there." "You've heard of Billy Knowle?" "No." "Yeah, the cement man." "Oh, the guy who buried the bodies in the flyover." "Him." "Oh, nasty." "Yeah, he goes in there nearly every night, doesn't he, Frank?" "Well, I've always given Frank the benefit of the doubt;" "I've never subscribed to that ugly rumour that it was Frank who put that knife in Billy's brother." "They'll be out in about half an hour." "Billy and his mob." "Give them quite a laugh when they find him here." "Yeah." "What d'you reckon they'll do to him?" "Well, they won't kill him." "What, work him over?" "Ah, somewhere between the two, I'd say." "But he'll wish they'd killed him." "All right!" "Turvey hired him?" "Yeah, he's sworn it, attested it, and signed it." "In triplicate." "So, we finally nail Turvey." "Now, the problem is, who do I send to bring him in." "Someone who will treat him with the respect he deserves." "Ah, well, sir, I mean, we are renowned for our kind and sympathetic nature." "Rotten." "Depraved." "Influenced by bribery." "That's corruption;" "I was looking it up in the dictionary." "I could go on." "To infect, to taint, to destroy purity" "You should have asked me." "My definition's much simpler." "Yeah." "Corruption?" "It's where the worms are." "Looks like they're having a party." "Yeah." "Let's go and gate-crash them, shall we?" "Yeah." "Yes, I suppose I do spoil her, a bit." "But, then, why shouldn't I?" "After all, she's my only granddaughter." "Hey!" "Don't worry;" "I can hold my liquor." "Eww." "Whisky." "How's it going up there?" "Great." "Fantastic." "It's a beautiful party." "Thanks." "Julia." "Hey, what happened to the music?" "I'll fix it." "Why has the music stopped?" "And what are you doing here?" "They came through the window." "Party's over, sweetheart." "We'll see about that." "Julia, has the disco equipment-- how the Devil did you get in here?" "The window." "You mean you broke in?" "You broke into my home?" "It was open." "My God, this is unforgivable." "All right, Julia, Mark, I'll take care of this." "You must be mad, both of you." "You have to be mad in this job or you go insane." "I'll have you broken for this." "Sir Frederick already knows, you know." "Yeah, you know Frank talked." "Frank Goodman." "He told us about Turner, of course." "And Hamer." "And you." "You know, hiring a killer is the same as actually doing it." "Which means, you killed Tony Miller." "Now, we liked Tony." "How much?" "Oh, for God's sake, every man has his price." "Name yours." "All I need is one clear hour." "You've got a company in South America, haven't you?" "One hour, and I'll pay anything you ask for it." "Anything?" "Yes, yes." "Cash?" "Name any currency you like." "I think I'll sample that pure malt Scotch, now." "You know, very tempting, Ray." "Very." "I mean, we could have been an hour later, getting here." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Then it's a deal?" "No." "Nah, it wouldn't be fair, to Tony, would it?" "Miller." "Ah, but to make up for your disappointment, why not have a whisky with me, eh?" "What are you doing?" "Handcuffs?" "Look, there's no need for handcuffs." "Oh, for pity's sake." "My family are out there." "My, my granddaughter, and all her friends." "Look." "Please, take them off, I'm begging you." "I'm begging you." "What kind of men are you?" "The kind of men who catch your kind of men." "Grandfather?" "Grandpa!" "No, I thought the best part was when John-- oh, sir." "Sir!" "You know why I asked you to meet me here, the scene of the crime?" "You could have been Foreign Secretary one day, Peter." "Could have been?" "I'm not sure that I quite follow you, George." "You see, Sir Arden had a conscience, which is more than you have." "I killed Susie Carter, he said, when all he actually did was keep his mouth shut about it." "You're not suggesting that I killed her?" "You played your part, like Sir Arden, by keeping quiet." "His conscience panicked you into finding out just how safe you were." "If you'd left well alone, really had the confidence that" "I always thought you had, we wouldn't be here now." "Instead, you thought you could use my organisation to keep yourself safe for ever." "I suppose Turvey has been making wild accusations against me." "Accusations, yes, but there's nothing wild about them." "In the back of my mind, I knew it was you all along." "I just didn't want to believe it." "No one's going to take Turvey's word against mine." "In 1953, you were a junior minister." "Turvey bribed you to give him the contracts that put his company into the big time." "Susie Carter knew about it, and you knew that Turvey arranged for her to be killed." "Prove it." "I already have." "I've got all your financial records for the period." "Your books don't balance, Peter." "You betrayed my trust." "Maybe that's not so important." "But you also caused the death of one of my men." "I can never forgive that." "I think I'd like you to try and run, Peter, so I could shoot you in the guts." "You wouldn't use that on me, George." "Try me." "Then try us." "I don't need your help!" "Not here to help, sir." "Just pick up a few tips." "Take him." "George." "Yes, I can be there in half an hour." "Yes, I love lasagne." "I love everything you do, know what I mean?" "Okay, see you in half an hour, then, sweetheart." "Bye-bye." "Just going to see Tony Miller's mother." "Want to come?" "Sure."