"Ah, there you are, sir." "Apparently, Uniform picked up a few blokes last night." "They've just realised that one of them is Harris's gardener," "Mike Patterson." "I'm going to interview him now." "FROST:" "Look at this, look!" "This is his PIN number!" "Got a bad memory, have you?" "Maybe I can refresh it for you." "Do you know what this is?" "This is his credit card." "What did it do, fall out of the sky into your holdall?" "I dunno what you're on about." "That stuff that happened out there, that wasn't me!" "Sleeping with the lady of the house." "Eh?" "Did she give you the cold shoulder?" "You lost your temper?" " No!" " Inspector." "All right, all right." "OK, OK." "Michael... why the card and the number?" "She wouldn't pay me half the time." "He had me go down and get the money out, from the hole-in-the-wall." "If I killed 'em, why would I hang around?" "Why wouldn't I clear out their account?" "I wouldn't hurt them," " I wouldn't!" " Michael, tell me what happened." "I got the money out, I went back... and the house was just an inferno." "I couldn't believe it!" "That's because you torched the building and went into hiding!" "No!" "You didn't go back to your flat." " You did a runner!" " My girlfriend chucked me out." "Why did she chuck you out?" "He's got a violent temper!" " Oh, come on." " All right!" "I know I shouldn't exert undue emotional pressure on your client." " Jack." " All right, carry on." "Go on." "So you tell us, Michael." "She found out I was having it off with Mrs Harris." "Oh!" "So what did you do?" "Did you do a number on Mrs Harris, eh?" "Did you say, "Poor me." "Let's go away together"?" "Or was it, "Give me the money or I will tell the world what you get up to with the hired help"?" "No!" "I didn't know where to go!" "I didn't know what to do!" "Listen, I looked after Mr Harris." "I helped him as much as I could." "Why?" "Because you felt guilty?" "Maybe, yeah." "But I was the one who called his dad." "And they had a hell of a row." "A real screamer." "She blamed me for it, cos I'd phoned him, like." "He hated her, he did." "You squeezed that number out of Harris and then you murdered them both." "Come on!" "It wasn't me!" "Arnold Harris hated his daughter-in-law." "So he gets the hump, loses his rag and then tries to make out that it's something that it isn't." "Do we believe that?" "Or should we believe that?" " My money's on Patterson." " Yeah, so is mine." "Mind you, he's got a point though, hasn't he?" "If he did kill them, why didn't he take all the money and do a bunk?" " Unless he's boxing clever." " That's true." "What did Dr Hartley say?" "We're looking for a psychopath, someone with a high IQ who can plan his killings and carry them out, who's in control." "ls that Patterson?" "No, of course it isn't." "Tell you what, get Lonnegan to go down the bank, check his story, see if it fits." "Blimey, Jack, we can't let him go unless we're 1 00 per cent." "I know, I know." "But we can't miss a trick on this one, George." "I am not taking Arnold Harris out of the frame either." "And while you're down there, get me some fresh milk." "Where's the boss this morning?" "He didn't come in." "Poor old sod." "(Car horn)" "Got any dosh yet?" " End of the week." " Yeah, you owe me." "I know." " I'm skint an' all, you know." " Enough for a pint, though." "You're a bloody chancer you are." "Half twelve, yeah?" "You're letting him go?" "He's not the killer." "Well, you can't be 1 00 per cent certain!" "No, I can't be 1 00 per cent certain that I won't be struck on the head by a meteor at three o'clock this afternoon." "I have no cause to hold Michael Patterson." "His alibi stands." "He has withdrawn money from the bank before." "Mostly on paydays." "The public do have a right to assurances, Inspector." "What about?" "Serial killers or lumps of rock falling on their heads?" "I can only assure that most of them won't be victims." "That's a cavalier manner." "No, it's the truth!" "If you want to hold on to Patterson and face a grilling from any civil liberties group that cares to get out of bed this morning, well, carry on." "Effective policing in the community is every police officer's duty!" "Which we've failed to do when an itinerant old man gets attacked." "We've let him down as well." "Well, you're senior investigating officer, Jack." " Thank you, sir." " But if you're wrong..." "I know." "I'll get thrown to the lions." "If there's anything left of you to throw." "Scares me to death watching him leave, Jack." "He's not our man." "Trust me." "Where are we with this dead bassoon player?" "We've established it's a Reginald Malloy." "The Musician's Union traced his address and his mother to London." "A couple of Met boys are bringing her through to identify the body." "I've got to get there now." " All right." "See you later." " Jack!" "This dead man's father, Arnold Harris." "Oh, yeah." "What about him?" " His name rang the old bell." " Right, ding-dong!" "Yes." "I thought I knew him." "Has he got form?" "No." "But he was a witness at an armed robbery trial about 1 3 years ago." "Just before you got here." "His face was all over the papers." "I knew I'd seen him before." "That's where one of our coppers got killed, wasn't it?" "That's right." "Arnold Harris was in the bank at the time and made a positive ID of the gunman." "That's all I can tell you." "Mm." "Well, thank you, Trigg, something to ponder on, eh?" " Jack, I see you let your suspect go?" " Ooh..." "Yes, and anything else you can cross without falling over." "OK, love." "All right, all right." "Come on, Mrs Malloy, have a cup of tea, love." "So you say you used to live in Denton?" "1 3-odd years ago." "My Reggie was just a lad." "I felt very uneasy when he said he was coming back." "Oh, why was that?" "Because of what happened." "Which was what?" "The bank robbery." "The bank robbery?" "I was a witness." "It was very upsetting." "And after that man threatened me at the trial, said he'd come and get me, it frightened me." "I don't know how you manage to get it that wet." "Mine always ends up at the bottom of the cup." "I'm very good at risk assessment." "You spend so much time in here, Jack, you could start your own TV cookery programme." "Very funny." "All right." "What's on your menu, Sergeant Brady?" "A deceased equine has caused emotional trauma to the offspring of a member of the public who's involved in equestrian pursuits." "Dead horse causes grief to young lady in jodhpurs." "Said offspring's parents are enduring emotional duress which threatens marital unity and requires assistance of an official nature." "Mummy and Daddy blame each other and decide to call in the coppers?" "In a word, yes." "Ha!" "See, Mullett and Babcock will have you as an inspector in no time." "No thanks, no overtime." "Sorry, but it is a missing girl, and under the circumstances..." "Yes." "Yes, of course." "All right, come on, let's go." "Grab a handful of those sugar lumps on your way out" " and don't let anyone see you." " Sir?" "We're off to see the gee-gees." "You make friends with the nags, you make friends with the owners." "All right, come along." "Chop chop." "You're not coming like that, are you?" "I'm helping you move a wardrobe, I'm not decorating the lounge." "Come on, I ain't got all day." "I had to have a horse humanely destroyed." " Why, what happened?" " She broke her leg." "I have a race meeting to get to, my wife can tell you what you want." "All right?" "Oi, just a minute." "Erm..." "Excuse me!" "Your daughter is missing." "It's not the first time, Inspector." "If it's not a boyfriend causing an upset, it's something else." "The last time it was because I wouldn't let her get her navel pierced." "For God's sake, her navel." "She still had it done no matter what I said." "I'm sorry, Inspector, I think we're wasting your time." "My wife's in that stable." "Nice to see parental care in action, isn't it?" "And psychologists wonder why kids go off the rails." "God!" "Bloody hell!" "You idiot!" "Don't you know not to go unexpectedly behind a horse?" "No, I don't!" "And, yeah, I'm all right, thank you very much." "You ought to put a notice on its...backside." "If you're here about the insurance, my husband's already left." "No, I'm not, actually." "I'm Detective Inspector Frost from Denton CID." "This is DC Donnegan..." "Lonnegan." "You spook a horse like this and he could kick you to death." "No matter who you are." "Oh, thank you." "Just give me a minute." "Got those er...sugar lumps?" "There you are." "(Laughs) Good boy." "See?" "That's a client's horse." " You didn't give it anything, did you?" " No." "No." "We were just being friendly." "Be careful." "They bite as well as kick." "She is talking about the horse, I suppose?" "Right, go on, you have a look round." "Right, this way." "Thank you." "My husband is a trainer for other people's race horses." " We also own a few ourselves." " So it was your racehorse that tried to leave its visiting card on my head, was it?" "He's a hunter I ride for pleasure." "I see." "Perhaps you wouldn't mind telling me what's been happening here?" "A couple of days ago, my husband returned from France with half a dozen horses he's been racing over there." "A few days later the stables were broken into." "And the horse was injured?" "No, Inspector, the horse was frightened and kicked the back wall out of its stall." " And broke its leg?" " Yes." " So the vet shot it." " Yes." "A horse my daughter cared a great deal for." " And your daughter was very upset, naturally." " Naturally." "So one thing led to another." "Burglary, injured horse and your daughter ran off." "We've had several burglaries over the past few months." "The tack room - some saddles taken - this office - a TV stolen, a computer - that sort of thing." "We're covered by insurance, thank heavens." "It's been a tough year, financially." "What else?" "Nothing I can think of." "Inspector, I do have another appointment." "Well, we have heard a lot about your problems." "Haven't we?" "I thought that it might not be a bad idea if we had a little chat about your daughter." "Like what is her name, for example?" "Melanie Monkton likes the boys." "I think she's been giving one of the stable lads the come-on as well." "Sounds to me she's a bit spoilt." "Not unlike her mother in that respect." "Her father seems to spend most of his time trying to keep the company in the black..." " I mean, er...out of debt." " Guvnor, you don't have to change the English language on my account." "All right." "Anyway, what about this dead nag?" "The injured horse was destroyed by the vet in the early morning, and its carcass removed and cremated." "I see." "Any more news on Melanie?" "Well, that's Stevie Nesbit, the stable lad." "He reckons we should have a chat to a jockey who rides regularly for her father." "A bloke called..." "Paul Mathews." "I see." "And where will we find him?" "(Cheering)" "(Cheering and applause)" "Well done." "ID, please." "Show your card to the Clerk of the Scales, please." "Detective Inspector Frost, Denton CID." "Thank you." " Well done." " Cheers, you too." "Ah, there you are, Mr Mathews." "No wonder you ride winners, you're a hard man to catch up with." "No reporters in here." "You know better." "Oh, come on, just a few words for my punters." "Especially my superintendent." " I have to shower." " All right, go on." "I'll wait outside." "I'm not that keen on the job." "So, you've never dated Melanie Monkton then?" "The guvnor's daughter?" "No chance." "I've had the occasional social drink with her." "It must have been tempting to try your hand, though, eh?" "I wouldn't mind having a fling with Melanie." "No man in his right mind would say no if it was on offer." " But it wasn't, so I didn't." " All right." "I've no idea where she is." "She had an on-and-off boyfriend." "He's at an agricultural college somewhere." "This horse that they put down." "That was one of Monkton's horses that was racing in France, wasn't it?" "Yes." "She was called Starlight Runner." "A nice filly." "Filly?" "That's a female horse, isn't it?" "A female horse is a filly until she's five." "Then she's a mare." "She could also be called a mare if she's been mated with a stallion irrespective of her age." "Much easier in the animal world, isn't it?" "She'd have won some serious money for Monkton." "Accidents happen." "Some horses trip over their own feet." "Lucky that the Monktons were insured, then." "Nothing unusual in that, Inspector." " All right?" "I've got a race." " OK." "Just a minute!" "Oi!" "ls it worth a flutter, with you on its back?" "Not this race." "Try Misdemeanour in the 4:30." "Sounds about right." "Your killer isn't a monster with two heads, Jack." "He's the person sitting next to you on the bus or train every morning." "Who is it that he hates so much, other than society?" "His mother?" "His father?" "Authority?" "All of the above." "When he stops killing there'll be a void in his life." "There's a strong possibility he'll then kill himself." "You can't spend the rest of your life washing cars, that's all I know." " And you're on the ladder to success, are you?" " I've got plans." "I'm late, I've gotta go." " You on for the game tonight?" " Yeah, sure." " See you later." " See you later." "I don't pay you enough to have an executive lunch hour." "Sorry, Mr Grange, I met a mate down the pub." "I'll work late." "See you do!" "He doesn't take to most." "Pungent smells from the garden, probably." "Oh, that says a lot for me, then." "Oh, you didn't send me some flowers by any chance, did you?" "Erm...no." "Someone sent me a gorgeous bunch of flowers and all the card said was, "Thanks for showing me the way."" "Makes me feel like a regular Florence Nightingale." "I tell you what, I could invite you out for dinner, by way of saying thank you." "All right." "That's if I'm not treading on anyone's toes." "Oh, no." "The flowers were probably from a client." "It's easy to see why." "Well, I'll phone you, then, shall I?" " Yes, do." " Good." " Goodbye." " Oh, bye." "Yes, you and me both." "Behave yourself." "Come on." " Sir." " Hello." "Jack!" "Yes?" "Reggie Malloy, the drowned musician, his mother's made a positive ID" "I think we've got a breakthrough." "These are not random killings." "Arnold Harris was a witness at the trial of an armed robbery 1 3 years ago." "Irene Malloy, who is our dead musician's mother was also a witness at the trial." "Yes, I remember." "Charlie Layman." "A real thug, brutal as they come." "Was he paroled, perhaps?" "ls he getting even with those who gave evidence?" "No, sir, no such luck." "He died from a heart attack in a prison hospital a year ago." "Ah." "Well erm...someone who served time with him, then." "A cell mate carrying out revenge attacks." "Yeah, that's exactly our thoughts." "What about this missing girl?" "Her car was found abandoned." "No connection between her family and the Layman trial." "A random abduction, then?" "Possibly." "I don't believe it was an abduction." "You hope." "All right, thank you, Jack." "Just get on with looking for Layman's known associates." "Sir." "Perhaps it's time to bring in a more senior officer from another division." "More resources and experience." "Frost has my full support, sir." "Admirable loyalty." "But careers aren't made by backing losers, and sooner or later, Frost's luck will run out." "(Cheering)" "MATHEWS:" "You can't accuse me of that!" "Melanie's been using my company card." "I've never even been in this hotel!" "When I phoned, they said a young woman and a man, who sounds a lot like you, had booked the room." "Are you sleeping with her?" "Are you?" "Ease off, Fiona." "I'm sleeping with you." "Or have you forgotten?" "You'd better not be lying, Paul." "If Harry finds out we're involved he'll go ballistic." "But if you're messing about with our daughter...he'll kill you." "All right, listen up, everybody, come on." "Fingers out." "Now we've managed to trace three more witnesses who were at Layman's trial." "One is a Tony Chalmers, who's a farmer, a Mrs Evelyn Post, who appropriately enough runs a village post office." "And third..." "Who's the third, George?" "Oh, the other is a Susan Talbot." "She's a local woman." "Right." "We've also managed to trace Charlie Layman's ex-common-law-wife." "And I'm going to be interviewing her in..." "Ten minutes ago." "As far as Layman's concerned - background, connections, anything." "Everything is important." "We collate everything." "Nothing is insignificant." "Right?" "Well, come on, we don't serve tea!" "Chop chop." "Come on!" "What are you going to be doing?" "Susan Talbot first." "Then I'm off to see Chalmers." "He's the bloke that tackled Layman in the bank." "Where are you after seeing Layman's ex?" "Further information." "Then I'm going to take a female colleague out for dinner." "That's very good of you, sir." "No, not you, you stay where you are." "If I were you, I'd get yourself a pork pie from the canteen and a road map." "You're going to take in the glories of the British countryside." "I want you to interview Mrs Evelyn Post." "A lady of age, as we say." "All right?" "Tread carefully, speak softly and don't dunk your biscuits." "Right, now." "And heel!" "(Clears throat) He's definitely improving." "I gave up on Charlie and his beatings a lifetime ago." "Maybe longer." "He must have had some mates he brought round the flat." "Mates he went drinking with, people he did jobs with." "Someone he was thick with?" "Talking to you does me no good." "You're in for theft, social security fraud and dealing in scag." "Now you help me and you help yourself." "You try making money any other way." "Other than going on the game." "And I got tired of that." "Sod off, Inspector," "I'm in rehab, that's the best I can do." "You didn't even bring me a packet of fags - you tight arse." "Oh, yes, I did." "I brought you a carton." "They're at the front desk." "Enough for you and enough to trade with." "He had no mates." "He was strictly a loner." "You check." "I bet even in the nick he spent most of his time in solitary." "What about kids - you and Charlie?" "Everything about Charlie brought pain." "When he went inside, I cheered for a bloody week." "We never wrote, we never spoke again." "End of story." "Good riddance." "If I had any more to tell you I would." "Sorry I couldn't give you more time, Sergeant." "We've had a big stock clearance." "I've got to make sure all the new lines are in." "Mrs Talbot, you're certain nothing unusual has happened?" "I'm positive." "But if I think of anything I'll phone you." "OK." "Thank you." "When Layman threatened us from the witness box it was quite unnerving." "But they were empty threats." "Nothing happened, of course." "My husband and I went on as normal." "And no-one's made any unusual approaches recently?" "No strangers about?" "Oh, no." "Not round here." "We'd notice if anyone was out of place." "And Jenny does a small grocery run to the old folk every week, so she'd have heard." "We don't even get tourists down here." " Jenny's family, is she?" " The one in the shop." "She's my eldest." "She's been a godsend since Norman died." "Er...that's my husband." "Late last year." "If it hadn't been for Jenny and young Colin," "I don't know what I would have done." "Colin's your son?" "Oh, no." "He was a young lad who helped out around the place." "A very willing pair of hands." "He stayed on for a couple of weeks after Norman's death." "So you grappled with Charlie Layman after he shot the policeman in the bank." "Right enough." "He hit me with the butt of his shotgun - a sawn-off 12 bore." "He'd put one in the ceiling to scare everyone and blasted that poor copper in the chest." "He hadn't had time to reload when I had a go or I wouldn't have tried." "An evil-looking beggar, though." " You made no mistake identifying him at trial?" " Not a chance." "Before he was sentenced, he threatened all the witnesses." "It didn't bother me." "I'm glad I had a hand in putting him away." "An event like that can make you take stock of your life." "I'm sure you're right." "Your wife must have been a bit uneasy, though." "She's strong, she is." "I tell you what, I wouldn't have got through this year without her." "When our Timothy died, she..." "I went to pieces." "She's much tougher than me." "Er..." "Timothy?" "That was your son?" "Yeah." "Ten years old he was." "I'm sorry." "He was down in the lane on his bike." "A hit-and-run." "They never got the bastard who did it." "The coppers reckoned it was a kid joy-riding." "When was that, Mr Chalmers?" "Seven months ago." "She doesn't even talk about it." "Me..." "I can blub just at the thought of it all." "A month after he died, I couldn't even feed the beasts." "Useless I was." "Lucky I had Alan here." "ls that a family member?" "No, he was a casual labourer." "He'd been here a few weeks before Tim died and... ..stuck with us for a while after, then he left." "Can you describe him?" "Well this is er...very nice." "But really it should have been my treat." "I prefer it like this." "Mmm." "Remember I told you, secret admirers are not unusual." "Lots of clients think they fall in love with their therapist." "It comes with the territory." "No, sorry." "I wasn't snooping." "It was the card had fallen on the floor." "Of course you were snooping." "Yes, of course, I was snooping." "It's what you do." "I snoop too - into people's minds." "Well, this is a very nice surprise." "Life's too short to lack some spontaneity." "There." "That's very thoughtful of you." "Oh, that was just a small way of saying thank you for all the help you've given me." "Less is more." "Oh, thank you." "So..." "Widowed?" "Divorced?" "Obstinately single?" "Erm...one." "You?" "Two." "Recently?" "Er..." "Erm...no." "Me neither." "I'm it." "No parents, no offspring, just boring old work." "Oh, oh." "And me." "I don't even have a cat." "I've never even thought of owning one." "You do have a dog, though." "Oh, er, yeah...well." "Erm...just temporary." "(Cooker's timer rings)" "Ooh!" "The dinner beckons." "Would you like to come and help me?" "(Barks)" "Sorry about that." "He's probably a bit jumpy being on his own." "You can bring him in." "I don't mind dogs." "No, no, no, no." "He'll be all right." "He's probably seen a cat or something he fancies chasing." "He's getting a bit past it." "So it's...probably just wishful thinking." "Every dog has his day." " Chilli?" " No thanks, I'm quite warm, actu..." "Oh...that chilli." "Yes, please, thank you." "Mmm." "She'll come home when she's good and ready." "Just like the last time." "And the time before." "For God's sake, she's never without that damn cellphone." "I'm trying to remain calm." "I don't want to be calm!" "I want to know where she is." "Fiona, she's a clever, bright girl!" "She's not going to take unnecessary risks." "She won't get involved with strangers." "She's doing this to spite me!" "I know what she's up to!" "Don't look so bloody startled." "She's your daughter as well." "(Footsteps)" "Who's there?" "I've written five books on psychology in five years," "I've a thriving practice." "There are lectures, seminars and a dozen committees I'm on." "Who's got time for a personal life?" "I had one once." "It seems a long time ago now." "I've promised myself I'm going to slow down..." " Thank you." " ..this year." "I'm still young enough to want some of the simple pleasures in life." "Jack?" "I don't know whether you like your women to be old-fashioned or not." "But would you be offended if I suggested we go to bed?" "Together, that is." "Well, don't go into shock, Jack." "I don't make a habit of saying things like that." "Well, the witnesses are safe." "If Layman used someone in prison to do the revenge act for him, he's had over a year to do it." "What about our fourth witness, Mrs Talbot?" "No threats, nothing untoward." "Divorced." "Both parents died more than ten years ago." "She has a brother, Lionel Grange, who lives and works locally." "Oh, well." "I don't know." "Something in common with the witnesses." "What is it?" "Both witnesses had hired help working for them for a few months." "Mrs Post had a snapshot - bit fuzzy but we made up an E-fit." "I had Chalmers in and he helped me make up this one." "That bloke worked for Chalmers for two months earlier this year." "Wait a minute..." "This could be the same man." "I mean, look at the eyes." "It's the eyes." "You can change the hair, grow a moustache, change the name, but... you can't change the eyes." "They've got something else in common." "Both the witnesses had a bereavement." "One a son, the other a husband." "Harris's son and daughter-in-law and Mrs Malloy's son." "Maybe it's not the witnesses the killer's after." "No..." "Maybe not." "Maybe it's the relatives." "The killer is making the witnesses suffer in the worst possible way." "Blimey, Jack..." "Susan Talbot's brother." "Get an area car over to his place." "I'll meet it there." "George, I want you and Ronnie to go and double-check the prison." "See if there's been any male regular visitors who saw Layman." "The killer is an outsider!" "(Dog barks)" "Thank you for your backup!" "Mr Grange?" "Yeah?" "ls your sister Susan Talbot?" " Nothing wrong, is there?" " Not if I can help it." "My sister was the witness, not me." "We're concerned about the witnesses' relatives." "We think that the killer may be targeting them." "I can give you a couple of police officers in the yard." "No, you're all right." "Thanks, Inspector, but I'm OK." "No-one gets past my dog without me knowing about it." "There's only me and my sister can." "He'll tear anyone else apart." "Yeah, all right." "Well, I can't force you, obviously." "Have you taken on any new staff or struck up any new friendships?" "Has anything unusual happened?" "Nothing." "I've had a lad working here a couple of months, Billy Simpson." "Oh, yeah?" "Does he look like either of these two?" "No, nothing like him." "All right, I'll have a chat with him, anyway, while I'm here." "Oi, put that down!" "Billy, stop playing silly buggers!" "I've got a dog in there!" "Are you all right there, dog?" "Good boy!" "Oi, you!" "Sorry, I didn't see him." "Didn't see him!" "Oi, you, you live round here, do you?" " Bradley Close." " Oh, right." "I want you to go out there and have a nice chat to those two police officers." "I haven't done nothing!" "Nobody said that you had." "But in order to eliminate you from our enquiries, we have to ask you a few nosy questions." "Now go on, get going." "Oi!" "And next time, check before you put a good car down." "ls he in any bother?" "Not unless you know something I don't." "No." "Right, well, thanks for the warning, Inspector." "If I do get any trouble, I'll let my dog loose." "Mind you, then you'll probably be arresting me for assault." "Yeah, most probably." "You was nearly tinned dog!" "There's no CCTV records beyond a couple of months at the prison." "And no regular visitors." "But Layman wrote a letter a month." "Yeah, I bet that address has long since been abandoned." "Oh, that reminds me, before I forget, this Lionel Grange, he may feel safe with this vicious dog of his, but I'd feel happier if an area car went and visited his yard once in a while." "I'm concerned that we're not moving quickly enough on this missing Monkton girl." "HMI thinks there's a connection." "Well, I think he's wrong." "All right, Harry Monkton is up to his eyes in debt and he still lives high off the hog." "Last night, Paul Mathews, a jockey who rides for the Monktons " "Yes, I know Mathews." "I've already talked to him." "He was assaulted, hospitalised." "He didn't make any official complaint." "No idea of the assailant?" "No." "But Mathews is saying that Harry Monkton is behind it." "ls he indeed?" "Now I wonder why he would be saying that." "George, tell you what, go over to Monkton's place, will you?" "Keep him under observation." "So you think he could be implicated in something else." "Well, let's put it this way, sir - there is a faint aroma of performing seals." "What?" "It stinks." "Oh, there you are, Mr Mathews." "What did you do, fall off a horse?" "Monkton had someone do this to me." "What, because you wouldn't ride one of his nags?" "I don't think so." "It's probably got something to do with the fact that you know about this dead horse." "Monkton is up to his neck in debt." "There's been a series of petty burglaries, followed by this rather convenient death of a fairly well-insured racehorse." "I had nothing to do with that." "All right, don't burst a stitch." "If you had nothing to do with it, you must have your suspicions." "Like I do." "The night the horse died," "I saw Monkton drive out of the stables towing a horsebox." "Next morning, the vet came and put Starlight Runner down." "Check his books." "Monkton is a bloody crook." "Yes, I'm well aware of that." "I checked the paperwork on some of these burglaries." "They don't add up." "If you saw that horsebox leaving the yard that night, why didn't you say something?" "Come on." "I'm having an affair with his wife!" "That's why Monkton did this to me." "I won't be able to ride for weeks now." "Oh, really?" "Well..." "A good hiding halts a good riding." "It was a bit of a gallop towards the end but we finally got there, didn't we?" "Oh, all right, Mr Mathews." "Don't get up." "I'll find my own way out." "(Sighs)It's our third evening in a row, guvnor." "We're not even sure the Monktons are up to anything." "The Monktons are up to something." "And thanks to Forensic working office hours, there's no scientific evidence to help us with the murders, is there?" "You haven't got anything else better to do?" " As it happens..." "TOOLAN:" "Jack." "Hang on." "Hi, George, where is he?" "Monkton's been sitting in a village pub for the past hour." "He's now gone down a lane towards a smallholding." "There's some old railway wagons down there, from what I can see." "George, you take a stroll in the countryside, and see if there's a good-looking nag in one of those wagons." "And mind where you step, I don't want the countryside back in the office!" "Hang about, George, we're under starter's orders." "Now if there is a good-looking horse that's better than your average donkey and it answers to the name of Starlight Runner, you do something." "Like, arrest Harry Monkton." "We're off following his wife." "Out." "Right, Lonnegan, the going is good to firm." "And if my hunch is correct, it's odds-on we're going to win the penalty shoot-out." "Mixed metaphors, sir." "I don't care if it's mixed Liquorice All sorts, as long as we get a result!" "We'll soon have you running, my darling." "Another name and a whole new life." "I went to London with some friends." "Just leaving your car?" "And you couldn't let us know?" "It broke down." "I couldn't find my phone." "Look, you're interested in horses and the men who ride them." "That's your life." "I want my own." "I'm not coming home." "I want money or I tell Dad everything." "I don't think so." "You've been using my company credit card on hotels." "You never check those cards!" "Time to grow up, Melanie." "I was having sex with Paul Mathews long before you pranced into view." "And at far better hotels, I might add." "I had a friend teach him a lesson." "It was you who hurt him?" "You bitch!" "Mum!" " Melanie!" " Mum!" " Melanie!" " Oh, my God!" "It's all right." "Take my hand!" "Oh, sir, that horse nearly killed you." "She's got to be cleverer than that to tap-dance on my head." "(Siren)" "They found an empty cash box and enough porno videos to open a shop." "Well, no wonder Grange didn't want any of our men in his yard." "Well?" "He died in the wee small hours." "The killer probably bludgeoned with a lump of metal, then chucked it." "Ooh, a lump of metal." "Are you sure about that?" "Sarcasm, Frost, the last refuge of wit." "I know, but I'm getting desperate." "You stating the obvious doesn't help, thank you, Mystic Meg's personal doctor." "Where was Uniform when all this happened?" "We had a patrol car go by." "They can't be everywhere, Jack." "And nobody heard the dog?" "Not a peep." "How did the killer get past the dog?" "No idea." "A dog handler came this morning, got a noose round its neck and hauled it off to the kennels." "It wasn't drugged, it wasn't hurt." "Police, stay where you are!" "Slow down, slow down." "I'm getting really irritated by all of this, George." "The sister wasn't involved, I know that." "What are you up to?" "Finding some quick answers." "Right!" "You broke into the caravan last night and murdered your boss." "That's not right." "No-one could get in there." "Someone did!" "All right." "All right." "Open the cage." "Come on, open the cage!" "All right, sling him in!" "I said sling him in!" " Jack!" "You can't do that!" " Go on, get in there!" "Who else could it have been?" "I just cut to the chase." "Look at it this way, I saved a day's questioning in the interview room." "All right, get him down the nick!" "You're cutting corners!" "You're threatening witnesses." "You'll get into trouble!" "Don't try to tell me how to carry out an investigation!" " I need answers, and quickly." " You're overstepping the mark!" "You'll blow yourself and this investigation out of the water." " ls it what you want?" " Self-destruction isn't in my game plan!" "And if you don't like it, get yourself re-assigned!" "Jack!" "All right, I know." "All right, I'm sorry..." "It's just that this murderer has got me beat at every corner and I don't like it!" "I want him caught and put away for the rest of his natural!" "All right, we know that Simpson's involved." "Let's get him down the nick and interview him." "By the book!" "So, Billy Simpson is not the killer?" "No, sir, there's no forensic on him at all." "But he's an accessory?" "Yeah, well, Simpson admits that he was out to rob Grange." "But er...killing him was not part of the plan at all." "Anyway, he got so scared he drunk himself under the table." "Otherwise we wouldn't have been able to lift him this morning." "But you've insisted all along, that the killer got close to his victim weeks prior to a killing." "Mm." "But this time the killer used Simpson." "You see, he made pals with Billy Simpson, and he couldn't help noticing that Simpson had befriended Grange's dog." "So we're none the wiser what the killer looks like or even his real name." "We're making a composite picture of the E-fits and with Simpson's help, we should have a face." "We do know that he was a part-time car washer at Arnold Harris's garage and that his name is Terry Robertson." "Ah!" "Then we've pinned him down." "Well, no, not quite, sir." "He hasn't turned up for work the last couple of days and... there's no known address." "So, we are none the closer to establishing a connection between victims and killer." "He might already be lining up his next one." "False name, no fixed abode, no identification." "Killer 6, Denton CID 0." "That's what I call a relegation result." "Wouldn't you, Frost?" "I told you, Charlie's life was his own." "Tessa, Charlie breathed some sort of hatred into somebody." "Mr Frost... there's big areas of my life that I can't remember, yeah?" "You know, I see pictures, memories like, but they have no names." "And some of the people have no faces." "You were all over the country, but for seven years before the shooting" "Charlie was in and around Denton." "There must have been someone." "Yeah." "I suppose..." "We lived in squats and then we had a council house." "He did jobs." "He dragged us round from pillar to post." "And I couldn't leave him while he was on the outside, he would have killed one of us." "Us?" "Mistakes happen." "I thought you said you didn't have any kids!" "Well, they whipped him into care." "I was out of my head on anything I could get - down my throat or in my arm." "Well, where is he now?" "I don't know." "I don't care." "He was as bad as his father." "Like I said, everything about Charlie caused pain." "And our Jeffrey was no better." "Charlie Layman's son, Jeffrey." "He was taken into care when he was 1 1 years old." "Social services did a report on the family." "Thug of a father, drug addict for a mother." " We missed it, George." " How?" "Common-law wife." "The boy was taken into care under her name" " Jeffrey Meadows." "But, Jack, everything in here indicates that Layman's son was removed for his own good." "He can't be seeking revenge for his father." "The father may have brutalised the son, but when you're that age I suppose any attention is better than none." "And who's the greatest influence on a boy's life?" "It's his father." " Sir, here." "It's the psychologist's assessment and recommendation for putting the boy in care." "Oh, right." "This is Pam's report." "Terry, I think we're making good progress." "(Phone rings)" " I'll see you next week." "Oh, come on, come on." "ANSWERPHONE:" "Pam, are you there?" "If you are there, pick up the phone." "This is urgent, it's Jack." "It's urgent." "Hello, Jack?" "Thank God." "Pam, listen." "Listen very carefully." "Have you had any young men as clients in the last few weeks or months?" " New clients." " A couple, yes." "Listen, about 11 years ago you did a psychological evaluation on a disruptive family." "It was a mother and a son." "Her name was Meadows, Tessa Meadows." "Can you hang on a minute?" "I've just got to let one of my clients out." "Goodbye, Terry." "Goodbye, Dr Hartley." "Hello, Jack?" "What's this got to do with any of my current clients?" "Now you were instrumental in removing the son from the family." "The mother's name was Meadows." "But the father's name was Charlie Layman." "Now that never appeared in any of the reports." "If you've had any new clients recently..." "Jack, one of my young clients has just left." "Pam, Jeff Meadows is about 5' 1 0"." "He's got short, dark brown hair, blue eyes and he wears a cuff in his ear..." "not a ring, it's a cuff." "But he uses the false name of Terry Robertson..." "What?" "Now' listen, I want you to lock all the doors and windows." "There was another murder last night and I think that Charlie Layman's son has broken cover." "I'll be with you as quick as I can." "Jack." "Jack!" "(Banging)" "Like I said... thanks for showing me the way." "Sir, a neighbour said her car roared out of the driveway." "A man was driving." "We've got the make and number, Jack." "We'll find her." "Well, what are we waiting here for?" "COMMANDER:" "If she's still alive, we think that she'll be within the Denton area." "I will act as search co-ordinator." "Jack." "Yeah." "Mobile and air patrols are already searching for her car." "JACK:" "She's got two hours, if she's lucky..." "You made them send me away, when my dad needed me." "He wrote to me every month." "You've no idea what you and the others did to us!" "He abused you, Jeffrey." "You needed care." "He wasn't a good father." "Not what he did to you and your mother." "I think you know that." "He was my father!" "You're the last." "I promised him I would hurt them all just like I was hurt." "There was no-one else in my life." "But I've got no family who'll suffer." "My death won't achieve anything." "You're special." "But there's a bonus." "You and the Inspector." "I'll watch him suffer." "Cos they'll never find you." "Take your chances down there!" "Maybe you'll beat the water!" "And find a way out!" "Hold on." "What?" "We've covered all sections." "I'll head to the landfill site." "Yeah, all right." "Keep in contact!" "Control to all units." "Dr Hartley's car has been abandoned near the north Denton landfill site." "The suspect is on foot, heading towards the Denton bypass." "This is DI Frost." "I'm nearby." "Keep Uniform back." "I don't want to panic him." "Meadows, where is she?" "Like the others!" "Jeffrey." "Come on, son." "Jeffrey." "It's finished now." " Jeffrey, I can..." "I can help," "I guarantee it." "I'll do everything that I can to help." "I promise." "No!" "No!" "(Horns blare)" "Meadows." "Meadows, listen to me." "Mead..." "Meadows, can you hear me?" "Where is she?" "Meadows, where is she?" "I'm afraid we're too late, sir." "Meadows has killed himself" "Did he say anything before he died?" "No." "Tell him to wait." "Hang on, Jack." "Jack, check your maps." "A few years ago I was in charge of an anti-terrorist exercise, less than a mile from where her car was abandoned." "There's an old auxiliary pumping house." "I'm sending a car for the water engineer." "He'll bring up his maps of the system." "This way, sir." "Right." "What's happened?" "They're just down here." "They're just down here." "Yes." "Someone's flooded this section of pipes." "It's an old backup system." "I've shut the valves down." "Are there any inspection hatches for these pipes?" "Yes, there's one there and there's another one... here." "OK." "Thank you." "Come with me!" "But after the second hatch the water goes deep underground!" "If she's down there... she'll go with it." "Go and fetch a crowbar, will you?" "Where's the next one?" "Right, you get this!" "Get this open with that." "Sir!" "Down here!" "She's there!" "She's down there!" "Get that open!" "Break that open!" "All right!" "Here!" "It's all right, I've got you." "I've got you." "All right!" "Help!" "Help!" "Get the medics!" "Help, please!" "Sir." "PAM:" "You took your time getting there." "Well, you're a difficult person to track down." "You scared me to death." "I wasn't feeling that wonderful myself." "I've heard that you're going to be the captain of the next Olympic swimming team." "No." "I thought I'd try for the "l should have screamed louder event"." "Well, listen, Dr Frost recommends some spoiling once you get out of here." "Wining and dining." "My turn this time." "Jack... right at the end..." "I'd done everything I could." "But I had nothing left." "I just let go." "I was ready to die." "Hey." "Hey." "Come on." "Come on, you've got to get out of here." "I want you to hear my talk." "I haven't done all that swotting for nothing, you know." "(Knock on door)" "Oh, er..." "I think they're telling me to go." "I don't want to push my luck." "That'd make a change." "Now, listen, when you're ready," "I'm going to come and take you home." "All right?" "I'm recommending we withhold your budget." "Until my disciplinary and administrative recommendations are instituted." "I'd say there are severe doubts as to the overall efficiency here at Denton." "Now just a moment, sir." "We've arrested a drug pusher for peddling ecstasy to kids, a woman for ABH, and her husband for killing a horse for the insurance money." "And last, but not least, we've tracked down the murderer of six people." "Yes, an effective cohesion of resources resulting in the reduction of undesirable elements in society wishing to commit offences." "Or to put it my language, we nicked the lot." "That's not a bad result for any division." "And successfully conducted by an officer holding the George Cross." "I think that looks fairly strong on paper, don't you... sir?" "All right." "You've got away with it this time." "But one day the results won't match the methods employed." "Tread carefully, both of you." "Thank you, Jack." "No." "Thank you." "I think you did a cracking good job... sir." "(Accordion plays)"