"Are you asking me for dinner?" "I'd love to." "If I only succeed in one thing, Eve, it's convincing you your Mr Osbourne is a monster." "WEIR:" "He killed his wife and her boyfriend, and he just tried to rape me!" "Call the police!" "Eve?" "There's nothing wrong with it." "It's fine." "Fine?" "It's clean, affordable, near work." "Work?" "I thought you had another week off." "Only if I want it." "Have you heard from Jake?" "No, I haven't spoken to him lately." "It's never going to work, even if..." "I just don't see how it can." "And what does Jake say?" "He knows, I think." "He's always known." "'But you haven't told him?" "'" "Yeah." "All right." "It's all right." "ATTWELL:" "You OK, Weir?" "Bad prawn curry, sir." "STUBBS:" "Corporal Weir." "I hope you're not going all soft on us." "Sod off, Stubbs." "Back to the RV." "Sir." "Oh, bloody hell!" "Here's to the dinner we never had." "How are the kids?" "They're fine." "They're staying with their dad till I get the flat ready." "Well, if there's anything I can do..." "No." "OK." "How's the head?" "Oh, it's, uh...it's fine, yeah." "Fine." "Fine..." "What's the news on Brian Wicklow?" "The cancer's taken hold." "He's in and out of hospital." "I'd better get that." "Sorry." "Boss?" "So the dead man was?" "AJAY:" "Corporal Mark Weir." "Who found him?" "His section." "DI NORTON:" "You mean who found what was left of him." "Here we go." "DI Norton, Dc Roychowdury, DS Granger." "Col. Harrington-Smith." "This way." "Any idea what happened yet?" "Some kind of explosion." "Beyond that, who knows?" "And he wasn't carrying anything himself that could" " No." "Well, if he was, he shouldn't have been." "Attwell and Stubbs." "Men from Mark's section." "They found him." "Here we go." "Name, rank and serial number." "Must have been some prawn curry." "That's awful!" "You don't have to say anything." "You don't." "Just take care." "How would you describe Corporal Mark Weir?" "Quiet, well liked, a good soldier." "And he was on his own?" "He indicated he was unwell and dropped back." "And wandered into a minefield?" "We don't have any minefields." "As I said, we don't know what caused the explosion." "As soon as possible our ballistics boys will take swabs from the residues." "That is, of course, if you'd like." "I think we'll manage." "Excuse me." "I think the colonel likes us." "Uh..." "I'm going to stay here." "You go and check the deceased's personal things." "Have you any idea what we're looking for, boss?" "I haven't a clue." "They probably won't need us once the dust settles." "Sorry." "I didn't realise." "Who are you?" "Lieutenant Stubbs." "Do you know if anyone's been in here since..." "No, sir." "I mean, ma'am." "That's all." "What?" "Nothing." "Alice." "Yeah, there's a couple of letters as well." "A Dear John, this one." "Anything?" "A couple of letters look quite interesting." "Pathologist, forensic archaeologist, anthropologist, health  safety bods and some nutter with a beard who specialises in seeds and pollen." "God knows how long that's all going to take." "There's no point waiting." "..bent over, holding his stomach." "Said it was a curry, sir." "And you're not convinced?" "It was the start of a long, gruelling exercise, designed to separate the wheat from the chaff." "And you didn't see him after that?" "No, ma'am." "We fanned out - me, Howard, Paul." "And then I shone my torch, and it was..." "It's OK." "Sorry." "So, Lieutenant Stubbs, who's Alice?" "His ex, ma'am." "AJAY:" "You knew they'd split up?" "Yes, sir." "Was he upset?" "At the time, sir, yes, sir." "And recently?" "No, ma'am." "Nothing troubling him at all?" "Um, what about, um, enemies?" "What do you think, Lt Attwell?" "No, ma'am." "Not Weir." "Would you say he was happy?" "Did he like the army?" "What's not to like, sir?" "It was his home, and we were his family." ""Who's Alice?" "His ex, ma'am."" "And you don't think it was a mine?" "A mine is mass-produced." "Something that works like a mine but is not mass-produced, it's got to be a home-made bomb?" "With respect, part of the job, yes, obviously includes training in weaponry and to kill - something throughout history we've been rather good at, though it has increasingly become a thankless task." "Likewise." "Soldier or not, anyone with internet access these days can run up a half-decent bomb." "Also present, left forearm, wrist, missing index finger and thumb." "Jeff, got any bits of jaw?" "I think so." "Eve was asking for you." "She sends her love." "Mm." "Her..." "..head is much better, and they've arrested the man who..." "He'd become a bit obsessed." "Thought me and Eve were..." "To be honest, at one point, so did I." "Ah." "Who was I kidding, eh, Mum?" "Things were always complicated, to say the least." "(Ahem.)" "Come on, let's get you inside." "Mm." "# You always hurt" "# The one you love" "# The one you shouldn't hurt at all" "# You always take" "# The sweetest rose" "# And crush it till the petals fall... #" "Jeff, could you take a look at this, please?" "What is it?" "This is the lower right-hand section of a jaw, and so is this." "I don't understand." "Well, they're both bits of the same part, but one belongs to Mark Weir, and one to someone else." "We'll need some shots of those." "A woman?" "The Dear John letter we found, from Alice, in Mark Weir's room - any clues where we can find her?" "Mrs Weir?" "I'm DS Granger." "This is DC Roychowdury." "Thank you." "I know this must be a very difficult time for you." "I would say weeks, possibly months, but not years, no." "OK." "Most of her face is gone, probably because it was nearest the seat of the explosion." "Obviously I'll be able to tell you more later." "Right, if you'll excuse me..." ""Alice"?" "No." "Your son never mentioned his girlfriend?" "Huh." "If he did know someone called Alice, she..." "I don't think it would be his girlfriend." "Mrs Weir, was Mark gay?" "You see, he never really had a father until I met Ray, and by then..." "Would you mind if we had a look at his room?" "He...um...he doesn't have a room." "When was he here last?" "Christmas." "The...year before last." "Uh-huh." "Had you spoken to him recently?" "Um, not recently, no." "Is there anyone round here he kept in touch with?" "No." "Right." "Well, thank you very much." "Oh..." "I don't suppose you have any idea whether there'll be any..." "Sorry, I don't know." "Thank you, Mrs Weir." "I'm very sorry for your loss." "Not often, but whenever I could, I did speak to him, and he did have a...friend." "Jed." "Jed Cooper." "MOBILE RINGS" "Yvonne?" "Thank you." "Thank you." "Yeah." "We need to find a Jed Cooper." "I think that bike's following us." "Do you think?" "What's more relevant, the fact that Mark Weir's gay, or the fact that he doesn't want anybody to know about it?" "You're a friend of Mark Weir's." "Is that right?" "Yeah." "I'm afraid we've got some bad news." "He's been killed." "It was an explosion." "I'm sorry." "We're trying to trace another of Mark's friends, someone called Alice." "I'm Alice." "It was just something stupid, that we had between us." "My last name's Cooper, so he used to call me - you know." "Didn't want anyone knowing he was gay, I suppose." "We're also, um..." "Another body's been found." "A woman." "Not Mandy?" "Mandy?" "Yeah, she's been missing." "She's my sister." "5'4", slim build, natural - Blonde hair." "Age approximately late teens, early 20s. 22." "Did she have any birthmarks or distinguishing features?" "Thank you." "She's got a tattoo." "It's like, um, a round Japanese crest type thing." "It's been cut out." "(SOBS) Great." "How did she die?" "Well, we're not sure." "She was shot." "We don't know that yet." "She was shot, but not at the recovery site." "Look." "The explosion has caused a massive amount of damage, and there are numerous postmortem injuries." "However, there are also injuries to the region across the top of the hips, to the buttocks, the groin, the upper thighs and the lower stomach." "These are consistent with bullet wounds." ""CONSISTENT"?" "I can't say that's what killed her." "Look, my job is to give answers based purely on evidence." "All I can say for certain is that something passed clean through her body, a number of times, at or around the point of death." "There was a bullet in her thigh!" "Yes, but I wouldn't be able to explain how it got there." "You wouldn't expect it to be flat." "A bullet could enter a body and ricochet off a bone and exit nowhere near the entry point." "But in this case there's no indication of the path it took, or why it became so flattened." "At least we agree the brain is missing." "Missing?" "Yeah." "Wasn't that caused by the explosion?" "Something consistent with a spade or axe was used to crack open the skull." "However you get your jollies." "Had she been sexually assaulted?" "There's no evidence of damage, but there are traces, as yet unconfirmed, of semen in her vagina." "Did you know Mark Weir was gay?" "Yes." "But I understand it was something he found it easier not to reveal." "So it's still a problem, then?" "No more, I suspect, than a woman reaching higher rank in the police." "Corporal Weir, gay?" "Never." "If anyone's a sissy round here, it's you, Paul." "I think somebody's dead, sir!" "Sir, sir, somebody's dead!" "As for his girlfriend Alice..." "Alice?" "Who the fuck was Alice?" "All I did was ask Mark if he knew anything." "He said he'd look around." "When did you last speak to him?" "A week, ten days ago, maybe." "And?" "Did he mention any names?" "She slept with half the guys that..." "You know, she used to call ME the camp follower." "They think the dead girl's Mandy." "No!" "Yeah." "Really?" "Yeah." "Funny thing " "Mark was asking me about her." "Wanted to know whether you'd shagged her or not." "Well, I hope you told him the truth, in all its Technicolor glory." "I said no." ""No"." "Well, that's what she told me." "That she turned you down." "That little whore!" "Turn ME down?" "Huh!" "I don't think so." "You believed her?" "For one thing, she said the same thing about you." "What?" "Don't worry about it." "She also said you'd been following her." "Yeah." "Hm..." "And what about Weir?" "What about him?" "Dirty little queer." "He's no great loss." "We're OK, though, aren't we?" "Because we've been through this before, you remember." "Don't you?" "Yes, he remembers." "If it was cannibalistic or ritualistic," "I think other parts would be missing." "Taking bits, mementoes, I can understand, but..." "Did you tell Jed the whole of his sister's brain was missing?" "There's nothing to suggest Mark Weir didn't kill Mandy and then - pshhh!" " suicide, or we all know the peculiar thrill some people get from the scene of their crime." "But if Weir boobytrapped the body, then surely when he went back, he'd have been more careful?" "Maybe he was laying the device." "Why now, all of a sudden?" "She'd been there some time." "Making sure that if she WAS ever found, every bit of evidence had been destroyed - which has been the case." "I think somebody knew he was going there, and wanted to stop him." "Or more than someone?" "Isn't that what the army's about nowadays?" "Small, tight, highly trained units that stick together?" "'I get the feeling that it was..." "it was one person, and if I had to pick one, I'd pick Stubbs.'" "Why?" "Because for a start," "I'm sure it was him on that motorbike." "What motorbike?" "I couldn't really see." "Is that it?" "No." "It's, um..." "Well, it's his look, it's the way he is..." "I think we've..." "I think we've all learned from Brian Wicklow and from others - Others?" "So Jake Osbourne thinks it's just one person, does he?" "I don't know, boss." "I haven't spoken to him." "Ajay?" "Keep working on Mandy's last movements." "Boss." "Stubbs." "Yeah, OK." "Follow it up." "And see what Jake Osbourne thinks." "Well - are you sure?" "We have a woman who's been shot." "Jake - the same with his wife." "Don't you think that's a little..." "No." "It's exactly why he could be useful to us." "Boss." "Start boxing!" "OK!" "Stubbs and Attwell, get ready!" "Howard and Paul." "Right - box!" "It wasn't my idea." "If you don't want" " I understand." "I do have some things to do with my neighbours, but... ..there's no hurry, so long as... so long as you're OK." "Calm, gentlemen." "Stop!" "OK, girls." "Hell hath no fury and all that kind of stuff." "Let's kiss and make up." "Sorry, Paul." "Someone had had sex with her - possibly Mark Weir, though her brother doesn't think that was likely." "We're waiting for the DNA results." "We do know the seat of the explosion was actually inside her mouth." "I think the site was chosen carefully, either as a fuck-you to every soldier that passes, or it's got some other, more personal reason." "She wasn't killed here?" "No." "The pathologist thinks she was shot lying down." "Any sign of a struggle?" "No." "But if there was...more than one," "I suppose they could have held her down, but..." "It strikes me as deeply personal, shooting her in the groin, and..." "Although killing, humiliating a victim by shooting them him there, is sometimes an element of gangland killings." "It wasn't a gangland killing." "So." "She's either dead or incapacitated." "The killer stands over here, going..." "Or..." "Or?" "People tend to use what they know, what comes to hand." "A mechanic might use a tyre iron or a wrench." "I still have my father's gun." "When I went upstairs, when I opened the door, she - my wife - she threw herself in front of - across - her lover." "I hit her first, but at that range he didn't stand much of a chance." "So." "So she's lying down, and he shot her, there, in that position, because..." "..because there was someone on top of her?" "Both of them somewhat distracted." "More like cold and uncomfortable!" "Anyway, the killer or killers, well, you can guess where they aim." "That would explain why the bullet was just under her skin - it had passed through someone else first." "So we're looking for a third body?" "Is anyone else missing?" "Not that we know of." "We searched the immediate area." "Where would you " "She was shot in the groin, put there with a bomb in her mouth," "I'd say that was pretty personal to her." "Unless, of course, the same was true for the other person." "In other words, the body could be anywhere." "(Shit!" ")" "What am I supposed to say?" "To reach inside my head and pull out my darkest thoughts?" "Already, sometimes, when she looks at me..." "Even if I'm wrong, she'll wonder, "How can he think like that?"" "And if I'm right, it's "How can he..."" ""How can he know that?"" "Yeah..." "Ah..." "Mum?" "I can't hear you, Mum." "Hurt." "Yeah." "Yeah, best avoid that, eh?" "As they were having sex?" "Yeah." "What's the boss think?" "She says she'd rather we were looking for suspects than bodies that might not exist." "She's got a point." "Oh, thanks!" "All I'm saying is, be careful." "Part of me thinks she'd rather enjoy seeing you fail." "# Kiss me good night, sergeant-major" "# Tuck me in my little wooden bed" "# Don't forget to - #" "Uh!" "..." "That's better." "I won't tell you again." "Hurt." "No..." "No, no..." "No, no!" "The nature of the injuries suggested Nelson Jeffreys." "The body was in a mortuary in Rochdale." "It was thought to be a gang killing." "It's always hard to tell how long they've been in the water." "When was he fished out?" "Uh, a month ago." "Possibly shot in the lower back or buttocks." "Should be able to identify the pattern and trajectory against those of Mandy." "The bullet found in Mandy's leg - if it passed through this body, it'd have his DNA on it." "Yes, it's worth a try." "Good call." "So what do we know about this Stubbs, then?" "Best friends with Paul Attwell." "Interestingly, before they signed up, one of them lost control of Daddy's car and hit and killed a pensioner on a zebra crossing." "They ran off, but there was evidence to prove they'd been in the car, though it couldn't be shown they were driving it at the time, or indeed which one of them was behind the wheel." "They blamed joyriders." "Look, I'm convinced it's Stubbs." "I think we should bring them in." "They covered up for each other once, but this is different." "I think if we can crack Attwell " "No, no..." "Go on then." "Go on then." "If you're going to do it, go on." "Hm." "Hm." "Didn't think so." "If anything happens to me, it's all written down." "You know, it's funny" " I... was just about to say exactly the same thing to you." "The thing that bothers me - if Mark Weir wasn't involved, how did he know exactly where to dig?" "I have an idea about that." "One of the things Weir had on him was a global positioning system." "How accurate?" "Nowadays, to within feet." "Excuse me, Colonel." "Here, look." "Nothing on Paul Attwell's." "But here's ours, and that's Stubbs's." "The exact same coordinates." "Got him." "He doesn't need a memento." "Every time he turns that on, there it is." "Oh, and by the way, he's also got a motorbike." "Hello?" "Yeah?" "All right." "All right!" "Eve?" "Better go and rescue your mate Jake Osbourne." "He's in a bit of bother." "But I - Now, if you don't mind." "Hu-u-urt." "I'm not surprised." "I don't think it's in anyone's best interests to press charges, do you?" "No." "The DI asked if you could spare five minutes." "I see." "I'll" " I'll wait." "There are gut instincts and gut instincts." "Either way, I'm not convinced that Eve's are strong enough." "Well, for what it's worth, whatever your female victim did or didn't do, someone took it very personally." "That's something you tend to deal with alone." "And when Weir asked questions - But isn't that slightly different?" "From shooting someone in jealousy or anger to deliberately luring them to their death?" "Some people do nothing in their lives, and then... they kill someone, and it's the greatest thing they've ever done, with an adrenalin rush like they've never known, a rush that's never as great the second time." "But that doesn't stop them seeking it." "I think Eve's right." "Only one does the killing." "And you're convinced Attwell's only the bridesmaid?" "Yes, boss." "For what it's worth, if it'd been my mother, I'd have ripped their bloody arms off." "Attwell." "Was Mandy Cooper your girlfriend?" "No, sir." "But you knew her?" "Yes, sir." "Did you have sex with her?" "Yes, sir." "Did anyone else you knew also have sex with her?" "Most of us, sir." "Any exceptions?" "Howard Stubbs." "How do you know?" "She told me, sir." "What else did Mandy tell you about Stubbs?" "Nothing, ma'am." "Did Mark Weir have sex with her?" "I always understood he was first." "Even though he was gay?" "I didn't know about that, sir." "Howard Stubbs." "You two grew up together, didn't you?" "Yes, sir." "Are you still good friends?" "Yes, sir." "When you were 15, the police questioned you about an accident in which a pensioner was killed." "Yeah." "But that had nothing to do with us, sir." "That was joyriders." "Do you know how Mandy and her boyfriend were killed?" "No, ma'am." "They were shot while they were having sex." "His body was dumped in a river." "Hers was buried where Mark Weir found it." "It appears to have been boobytrapped." "The explosive could have been placed anywhere, but it was put inside her mouth." "What do you think that means?" "I've no idea, ma'am." "I think the word blow comes into this somewhere, don't you?" "I don't know, ma'am." "What sort of a person would do that?" "An accident is one thing, but three people have been killed in cold blood." "Worse than that, bits of Mandy's body were cut off and taken for " "God knows what." "If you're not part of that..." "Mark Weir - look what happened to him." "You know the saying, two can keep a secret if one of them's dead?" "Paul?" "I don't know anything." "I'm sorry, ma'am." "So..." "Any more questions?" "No." "Did you have sex with Mandy Cooper?" "Yes, ma'am." "How many times?" "Once." "Where?" "At her place, or...?" "Outside." "Outside where?" "In a pub car park, ma'am." "Just the once?" "Yes." "You didn't try to have sex with her again?" "No." "Why not?" "I believe it's called a one-night stand, ma'am." "Did anyone else you know of sleep with her?" "Yes, sir - everybody, apart from Paul Attwell." "Is this the Paul Attwell you grew up with?" "Yes, ma'am." "The one you were suspected of a hit-and-run with?" "Yes, ma'am." "Unfortunately the police got it very wrong." "Joyriders had taken my father's car." "Are you sure you had sex with Mandy?" "Yes, ma'am." "I think I would remember." "Why?" "There was something special about it?" "Or you don't have sex that often?" "Neither, ma'am." "Meaning no disrespect, ma'am, but once was enough." "For her or for you?" "Somebody must have followed Mandy, crept up on her having sex with her boyfriend, and shot them both." "Maybe whoever did that found it hard to cope with the fact that not only was she having sex, but good sex." "Maybe she was loud, noisy, eager, busy - far busier with her present boyfriend than she'd been with him." "Maybe all that was something the killer couldn't cope with." "Maybe that's why he chose to shoot them both in the groin." "The boyfriend was of no interest." "Thrown away." "But Mandy - not only was her skull cracked open, but the killer cut off her tattoo, perhaps as a little reminder of how exciting it had all been." "And just when it looks like no one has noticed, along comes Mark Weir, asking too many questions." "Why not get rid of him too?" "And at the same time, utterly demean the body of the woman who'd caused the humiliation in the first place, in one big bang?" "What a delicious idea that must have been, hm?" "Sir, I really don't know how to respond." "What did you do, feed him the coordinates?" "Joke once too often about how you killed her and buried her in the woods?" "When Mandy was found, had you been anywhere near that site before?" "No, sir." "Are you sure?" "Yes, sir." "Then can you explain how the exact coordinates were found on your global positioning system, stored as a memory point?" "On my GPS?" "The only things on my GPS were an exercise." "Exercise?" "Yes, ma'am." "We had to recover a series of food caches." "Operation Fox, I believe." "What, at exactly the same spot Mark Weir's body was found?" "I don't know if it was exactly." "You'd have to check the coordinates." "Yeah..." "So every single entry is relevant to that exercise?" "'Fraid so." "How many people would have had this information?" "Half the regiment." "Including Mark Weir?" "How are you, Paul?" "At least the DNA proves" "Nelson Jeffreys was shot while he was with Mandy Cooper." "I know Stubbs killed them." "I'm not dismissing that." "I just think we should consider all possibilities." "Maybe you came back to work a little too soon, Eve." "What?" "Maybe you need another week, ten days." "No, but - I've made my decision." "Will you be OK?" "Fine." "Eve, I'm sorry." "I'm off the case." "I know." "I KNOW he did it." "Not you as well?" "All I'm saying is, it's not always bad people who do bad things." "Sometimes - Come on." "You know he did it." "He either wants to fuck me, kill me or both." "You think I don't know that look?" "No, I" " I didn't mean " "I'm sorry." "I..." "I don't know." "I'd been so sure, and I thought... ..if only I could prove it, then..." "But once I'd got it into my head, maybe, I don't know, maybe..." "..maybe I started to see things that weren't there." "Oh, please..." "No, you're right." "I don't mean about..." "I don't know about Stubbs." "I mean, about me." "Yeah." "Excuse me." "Don't be stupid." "Give me your bag." "Stop, boys!" "Come on, let's go!" "Get off me, bitch!" "I'm supposed to thank you, am I?" "I know some people who would." "Have you been following me?" "You needed following." "Did Mandy need following?" "Yes." "She certainly did." "How bad is it?" "It's a scratch." "Keep your arm raised." "Tell me about the crash." "Shh." "You run away." "The police come after you but they can't prove it." "They know it's you, but as long you stick to your story, they can't prove it." "We were young." "And stupid, and best friends." "That's what best friends do." "They don't snitch on each other." "I'd bet it was Paul who was driving." "That's the hold you have over him." "But it was you, you, who got the thrill." "She's being horrible to me, Nurse." "You wouldn't be horrible to me, would you?" "Hi." "Lucky me." "Perhaps you'd like to give me your number as well." "I tell you what." "If you let me..." "..and I'll tell you everything, just like I told poor old Mark, not that he believed me - well, not at first, anyway." "Eve!" "Sorry." "I didn't mean to..." "No, it's all right." "I" " I just thought, you know," "I didn't want things to end, you know, the way..." "Sorry, I don't have any milk." "Oh " "I don't have any coffee, either." "Sorry." "I was right." "He did do it, Stubbs." "He followed me here." "There was, um, a mugging, and we've been in AE, and he all but admitted it." "Where is he now?" "Don't know." "Have you called your DI?" "No point." "I can only prove he followed me." "What about Ajay?" "Oh..." "I'll call Ajay." "No, Jake, I don't know." "No, I don't want to." "If Stubbs has followed you " "I KNOW you know something!" "The skin, the tattoo..." "I understand, as a memento, but the brain?" "Unless he ate it." "I know you know something." "I can't do this any more." "I'm not safe." "Safe?" "I can't get near you." "I'm scared to touch you." "I tell myself it's for your benefit, but it's not, it..." "I mean, look, look where you are." "Without your kids, in an empty flat, with someone who murdered his wife and tortured her lover." "And now there's somebody out there, following you, who might want to do you harm." "That's not a life." "That's not a life." "I'm calling Ajay." "Yeah." "No, I don't think I'm being..." "OK." "Thanks, Ajay." "Eve?" "Eve!" "Eve!" "Shit!" "Are you following me?" "No." "I came to take you up on your kind offer." "See if you really can..." "Or are you all talk?" "Why don't you let me buy you a drink?" "Did you jack off while you watched them having sex, or after you'd killed them?" "Gentlemen!" "This lady says we're a bunch of arseholes." "And she hopes we all get posted to - where was it?" "Oh, yes, Iraq." ""Leave a message after the beep."" "'Jake!" "It's me." "If you're there, pick up!" "'" "Please." "Please!" "It's about Stubbs." "'I know you know something," "I don't care how dark or...'" "Eve." "Oh!" "Oh, shit..." "Eve?" "Iraq?" "Quick." "All right, listen." "Listen." "By a quirk of nature - you'll guess who told me this " "Never mind the apology you owe me," "I think these men deserve better than a cheap remark like that." "Iraq?" "Howard Stubbs, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder." "You don't have to say anything - Whoa, you're not doing anything." "Excuse me." "No." "He's under my command, not yours." "Then ask him to show me his belt." "His belt?" "I meant his wallet." "Wallet?" "Oh, I see." "You prefer your money upfront, do you?" "OK." "How much, say, for a hand job?" "Times..." "..nine?" "Whoever killed Mandy... ..took a section of her skin, and her brain." "The reason - there's a way to tan leather, to make beautifully soft leather, by dipping the skin in the hot brain of the animal that provided it." "Your wallet." "Show her!" "No, I don't think so." "Show her." "Show her." "Oh my God." "Yeah!" "Two!" "One more, one more." "Let's have another one." "Another round, please, mate." "Now, then!" "Ha, ha!" "You cheeky little..." "Right!" "# For he's a jolly good fellow" "# For he's a jolly good fellow" "# For he's a jolly good fellow..." "# And so say all of us #" "(Nobody turns me down.)" "I just have." "Excuse me." "I'm at the barracks." "Yeah, I need a van." "We've got him." "transcript:chocolate sync:innuit"