"(Boys chattering)" " Mind how you go." " See you, Simon." "# When the evening falls" "# And the daylight is fading" "# From within me calls" "# Could it be I am sleeping?" "# For a moment I stray" "# Then it holds me completely" "# Close to home..." "Check over there, right?" "Those trees there." "Frost's just arrived." "OK, panic over." "He's here." " Morning, sir." " Good morning." " Morning, Jack." " George." "What have we got?" " Mass grave." " How many?" "Three...so far, anyway." "Three?" "It's hardly a mass grave, then, is it?" "How many do you want?" "Hmm." "Who's that one over there, look?" " With the funny boots." " American." " Yeah?" "Witness?" " No!" "Hang about." "Hold on." " Look at that." "Dead on time." " (Siren blares)" "Thank you very much." "Come on, let's go." "Three, did you say?" " Yes." " HRH been informed?" "No, not yet, no." "Well, he's going to be ecstatic, isn't he?" "Three more stiffs." "Imagine what's that's gonna do to this month's crime figures." "Ah, Dr McKenzie." "Well, well, well." "What do we have here?" "Three bodies... male Caucasian, late 20s, early 30s." "No obvious distinguishing features or causes of death." "FROST:" "No obvious clothes, either." "What are they covered in?" "McKENZIE:" "Some sort of shrouding, by the look of it." " Buried in a circle?" " Yes." "Well, more a triangle, really." "You'd have thought there'd be easier ways." "What brought them up here, do you think?" "Morris dancing?" "Don't be silly." "They haven't got any bells." "Well, how long, do you think?" "Two, maybe three weeks." "Less than a month, whatever." "Forensics should be able to pinpoint things more accurately." " Enjoying that?" " Certainly." "Best meal of the day." "Come on, George." "How did we find them?" "There's a gentleman over there, a Mr Fellowes, dialled 999 at 2:13." "Out walking his dog, apparently." "At quarter past two in the morning?" "Each to his own, I suppose." "He's hardly likely to be a murderer, though." "Who said anything about murder?" "All right, clever clogs." "Just because you've been up since 6:00 this morning." " 4:30, actually, Jack." " Oh, yeah?" "(Chuckles)" "Cor, look at this place." "It's been years since I've been here." "(American accent) Detective Inspector?" " Yes?" " Dr Walker." "Miriam Walker... from the university." " You found some graves, I'm told." " Really?" "Well, not you, personally." "Your men." "Three, according to your patrolmen." "Don't worry, it's all right, I'm not paparazzi." "Do I look paparazzi?" "Well, worse, if you must know." " Anthropologist." " Really?" "I'd never have guessed." "Well, I was just enquiring whether they happened to be buried in an unusual pattern." " What?" " The bodies." "Should they have been?" " That's what I'm asking." " Why?" "It's pre-Christian." "The whole site, the entire valley." "Patterns are extremely important." "Didn't you know?" "No, I didn't know." "Due east, the rising sun, most potent symbol of all." "Due west, the standing stones from which Deddyn gets its name." "And in between, pagan finds, hundreds of them, often unbelievably gruesome." "Well, that's fascinating, very fascinating, Dr um..." " Walker." " Walker." "But we're only talking about a couple of weeks here, not the Dark Ages." "Exactly, Inspector." "So am I." "Unfortunately, satanic ritual is alive and thriving." "The trick is knowing how to recognise its patterns." "(Axe hammering at door)" "WOMAN:" "Simon!" "Simon!" "(Splintering of wood)" "OK, good work." "After a count of five, we're going into a standing hill." "Ready?" "One, two, three... four, five and up!" "Good work!" "Excellent!" "Another half-notch resistance for you, Lucy." "I know you can do it." "Good." "Push, push, push." "Good work." "Excellent." "Good!" "Relax your shoulders a little bit, Mark." "Excellent." "(Music pounds out from gym)" "(Pen top clicks)" "There must be something that can be done." "They can't go round destroying people's lives for no good reason." "I suspect this is more of a matter for the CAB." "Have you tried them, the Citizens Advice Bureau?" "Excuse me." "Jack?" "He'd like a word." "Oh, must be my lucky day." "Huh!" "Oh!" "It's um..." "It's Margaret." "Lebowski." "Yes, Inspector Frost." "Yes, gosh!" " Long time, no see." " Yeah." "How's um...?" "Nathan?" "Dead, three years." "Heart." "Oh, really?" "Dead, heart?" "Well...dear." " Who'd have thought that, eh?" " Yes. (Chuckles)" "Yes." "So, was he um...?" "Inside?" "No, no." " Home." " Good, he was at home." "That's something to be grateful for." "Erm..." "I hope Sergeant Brady isn't trying to chat you up." " You know what these..." " Actually, it was about this." "Oh." "It's my nephew." "You mean it's not true?" "Of course not!" " What, he's not gay?" " No, he is." "Everybody knows he's gay." "But he wouldn't do anything like this, never in a million years." "He's not sick." "He's not involved in anything like that." "Jack." "The gentleman in question has apparently attempted suicide." "Oh, really?" "Is he all right now?" "Well, this time." "But somebody's got to stop them printing these lies!" "(Sighs)" "FROST:" "Cor, listen to this, look." ""A group of perverts is believed to have targeted local youth clubs with a view to peddling their own particular brand of filth."" "Cor blimey, says who?" "Did you get my message?" "Oh, yes, sir, shan't be a tick." "Can we settle for now?" "Yes, sir." "Langley Hill." " What have you got?" " Three bodies." "Yes, I do understand that, but what's the explanation, the logic behind the obvious?" "Naked bodies:" "no immediately obvious cause of death, no persons reported missing," "men - relatively young." "A gay connection, perhaps?" "You know how quickly word gets around, Jack." "We need to come up with some answers and fast." "This is nothing to do with next week's divisional meeting, I presume?" "Certainly not." "Well, a degree of urgency wouldn't go amiss." "But not at the expense of sound police work." "Sir, may I remind you that SOCO are still onsite." "Forensic won't even give us a preliminary report till first thing tomorrow morning." "So what am I supposed to do?" "Hold a briefing and tell everybody that I've come up with some half-baked theory about gay sacrifices?" "You know perfectly well what I mean!" " Do I?" " Certainly!" "Sacrifices?" "It was a joke." "Oh." "As a matter of fact... someone rang in earlier, suggesting that we take a look at the possibility of..." "..well, a similar link." "It wasn't an American by any chance, was it?" "Or one of our friends from Fleet Street, because you know how much I love the press!" "(Chuckles) Quite." "So...do we?" "What?" "Think there is a link." "Well, that's er...up to you, Jack." "You're running the show." "Thank you, sir." "GYM INSTRUCTOR:" "Come on, one last burst!" "Keep going!" "Excellent!" "Excellent." "Excellent, class, well done." "(Whooping)" "So, I shall see you all next week, I hope." "They've arrived, your photographs, Special Messenger." "Lovely." " Thank you." " For the Evening News?" "Yes." "So, no chance of a peek?" "Certainly not." "Not until I've weeded out the bad ones." "Bad ones?" " What bad ones?" " Aha!" " Wouldn't you like to know?" " Try me." " Go on!" " Patience." "Patience." "You won't forget what I asked, though?" "It's important." "No..." "No, of course not." "(Frost tuts)" "Not very nice, is it?" "No." "If we were to find out who did this, can I count on you to press charges?" "No." "Sorry." "It'd only make things worse." "All right, well, it's your call." "Yeah." "What's going on here, then?" " Surveying." " For what?" "New headquarters " "Callum Communications, whole area." "What, does that include the boys' club, then?" "Money talks, doesn't it?" "Hi." "Rosemary Morrow to see James Callum." "Jack!" "What brings you up here?" "Do you know, I was just going to say the same to you." "I was going to say, "What's the editor of the local rag doing right up here?"" "Me?" "Simple." "A piece for the Evening News." ""Urban regeneration:" "Denton forges a new identity."" "Care of Callum Communications, is it?" "Beggars can't be choosers." "Besides, got to keep the new proprietor sweet." "You what?" "Yeah, couple of months, almost three." "We're going to have new offices, new printworks, the lot." "We won't know ourselves." "It's cut and dried, then, is it?" "Near enough." "One or two teething problems, nothing important." "What, like the boys' club?" "They were offered a place on an industrial estate and turned it down." "It's their own fault, really." "Is that why you put the frighteners on?" "It's a tough world, Jack." "Besides, not my idea, as it happens." "Well, whose was it, then?" "All right, don't tell me... your new proprietor's." "Hm." "Very persuasive, is he?" "Where does he come from, anyway, this whatshisname, Callum?" " London." " Oh, yeah?" "Born into the business, was he?" "Got printer's ink running through his veins?" "It's all changed, hasn't it?" "Entrepreneur - mainly top shelf to begin with, I believe." "Oh?" "What, girly mags?" "Yeah, and the rest." "But now he's kosher, is he?" "Very." "Global interests, ethical investments, awards - you name it." "Oh, well, bully for him!" "You do know that the lad tried to commit suicide, don't you?" "We didn't name any names." "Oh, come on!" "You didn't have to, did you?" "People aren't stupid." "We simply brought the situation to the public's attention." "Oh, part of your civic duties, was it?" "Why not?" "What, telling porkies?" "That would have to be up to a court to decide, wouldn't it?" "Things change, Jack." "New ideas, new directions." "We can't afford to keep still, any of us." "Gucci handbags next, then, is it?" "You never know." "He who pays the piper..." "That's one way of looking at it." " Is there another?" " Certainly." "He who pays my mortgage gets my vote." "Great." "We'll get them over to the paper right away." "We should have the column up and running before the end of the week." "Erm...what was the strap we came up with?" ""Fitness is fun."" "Oh, yes, good." "Excellent." "Which reminds me, better warn Michele I'll be back late." " She knows." " Oh, good." "Well, an early supper tonight, and then come along and watch me perform." " Of course." " Good." " I'm here." "(Cat mews)" "Hello." "Puss, puss, puss." "Hello, Tarnie." "Hello." "So, our mysterious trinity." "Apparent cause of death in each case - asphyxiation." "No signs of contusion, no evidence of any violent struggle, no ingestion of poisonous substances." "Ages ranging from...what, 25 to 33, reasonable physical condition, by and large." "What, dead, you mean?" "One right hand missing." "Also a section of forearm." "Probably a badger or a fox, maybe a domestic dog." "Some evidence of manual labour, one or two cavities, nothing spectacular." "Approximate date of death ranging from 18 to 21 days." "Oh, yes, and the only physical marking is a small tattoo." "Here." "Right, thank you." "What about this?" "It's some kind of muslin, I guess." "Forensic could be of more help." "And what's this?" "The remains of a cat, buried with them." "Cat?" "All right, everybody." "Pay attention!" "Come on." "Settle down." "All right, George." "Thank you." "OK." "Bodies - three." "Discovered earlier this morning in the Langley Hill area, following a call from a Mr William Fellowes, apparently out walking his dog." "There's no obvious IDs, no clothing." "One faint tattoo." "Cause of death assumed to be asphyxiation." " Assumed?" " Hm?" " Assumed?" " Yes." "Well, at the moment, it's early days and er..." "I don't want to rule anything out until I've had a good look at things." "Now, also buried alongside the bodies was a cat." "(Laughter)" "Yes, all right, very amusing." "But if I were you, I would keep that information under your hat, because we don't really want the bunny-huggers involved any earlier than we have to, do we?" "No, good." "So... any questions?" "No?" "Good!" "Right." "Now, DS Nicholls, he will be liaising with Forensics regarding a dental match." "George Toolan will handle the press." "Now, I um... (Clears throat)" "I know that I don't have to remind any of you about the importance of the divisional meeting next week." "Because that's going to give us a chance to clear up a few loose ends." "And..." "Oh, I didn't know you were there, sir." "Carry on." "Thank you very much, sir." "Right, you heard what he said." "Carry on, chop-chop." "Jack." " Mm?" " A word in your ear." "Satanic ritual." "Just a thought." "Well, it's possible." "Oh, yes, yes." "Yes, sir." "You know, it is possible." "Anything's possible, isn't it?" "You know." "Satanic, Masonic..." "It's all mumbo-jumbo to me, of course, but then..." "Of course, ours is not to reason why." "Is it, sir?" "(Laughter)" "Ladies and gentlemen... in the few months during which my company has had the pleasure to have its temporary headquarters here in Denton," "I have come to appreciate what a unique and vibrant community that many of you here represent." "(Buzzing)" "And today..." "Well, I want to share with you a vision." "And it's not simply of my organisation's future, but of the future of this entire area - its sustained growth, and its continued prosperity." "Thank you." "Maestro, music." "# Mellow jazz" "Planning Department?" " No." " I didn't think I'd seen you before." "Michele." "What are you doing here?" "Looking for you." "You promised." "Richard!" "I know." "I've been trying to phone." "Well, I've er..." "I've been very busy." "Is something the matter?" "No." "Whitehall have been trying to get hold of you." "The African Project." "They said they'd call you at the office." "Right, right." "Why not at home?" "Something to do with a secure line, apparently." "I said I'd pass on the message, but... you didn't answer." "Sorry." "You know..." "Thanks." "John." "Thank you so much for coming along." "Well done." "Ah, Councillor." "How lovely to see you." "Would you excuse us?" "Thank you so much." "Sorry." " She wants you at home?" " Michele?" "No." "No, business, I'm afraid." "I've er...got to get back to the office." "Whitehall." "Oh." "(Sighs) Well...no contest." "Look, I'll arrange a car." "Then Paris, next week." "Thank you." "Hello?" "(Cat screeches)" " Oh, Cleo!" "What are you doing frightening me like that?" "(Musical ringtone)" "Christine, darling." "Long time!" "Yes, afraid so." "Well, he is frightfully rich, which helps, of course." "(Laughs)" "I know!" "(Clock ticking)" "(Key turns in lock)" "(Door opens)" "Michele?" "Michele?" "(Woman shouts)" "(Commotion)" "(Rings)" "Hello?" "Yes, he is." "Of course." "For you." "Yeah?" "What?" "You asked for these." "Yes." "Oh, good." "And these." "Oh, thanks." "Hm!" "Impressive-looking git, ain't he?" "Who?" "James George Callum." "He's worth 170 million, according to this." "I don't think much of his dress sense, though, but... (Wolf-whistles)" "Look at his partner." "She's pretty." "DC BENNETT:" "Not jealous, are we, sir?" "What, me?" "Jealous?" "No." "I'm angry, more like." "I mean... what right has a jumped-up little nobody like him got to go round ruining other people's lives?" " That's the way it's always been." " What?" "Those with money buying their way to the top, then telling everyone else what to do." "(Phone rings)" " DC Bennett." "Is that what you got your GCSE for, philosophy?" " I didn't do philosophy, sir." " Pity." "What with your brains and my..." "WPC Collins, houseboat fire." "Tell her to call the fire brigade!" "Done ages ago." "They've found a body." "The boat's this way, sir." "The body's on board." " Just the one?" " Yes, sir." "That's a relief." " All right, is it?" " Yeah." "Morning." "Charming spot this, ain't it, when you think about it." "If you don't get on with the neighbours, you just up anchor and you're away." "Unless, of course, you're dead." "Though it probably doesn't matter anyway." "SOCO?" " On their way, sir." " All right." "Any idea of the identity?" "Just checking that out now." "OK." "(Musical ringtone)" "There's something over there." "Go on, check it out." "Mind where you put your feet." "Found it." "Go on, answer it." "Hello?" "No, I'm afraid she's not." "PC Collins, Denton Police." "Can I ask you who...?" "Isn't that strange?" "As soon as you mentioned the word "police", they hung up." "Now, why do you think that is?" "Hm?" "Withheld." "Well...male or female?" "Male." "Asked for..." " Rose." " .." "Rosemary." "Come on." "Let's go and find someone to chat to." "Satanism is one thing." "Proving it is quite a different matter." "Facts, cold facts." "That's all we're permitted to deal in, I'm afraid." "OK, three bodies." "Fact." "Three - one of, if not the most important, number in pre-Christian belief." "Fact" " Samhain, less than a month ago - the most potent pagan festival of all." "The old year dying, parting, rebirth." "Fact - it's not rocket science!" "Was anything found with the bodies?" "Such as?" "An offering of some sort - jewellery, food, coins." "I'm afraid I can't discuss the specifics, sorry." "Right, fine." "I've had a word with your Inspector Frost, but he doesn't seem to want to do anything." "He thinks I'm making it all up, I suppose." "Just have a word with the papers, see if they can get something going." "In the meanwhile, perhaps I can leave these with you." "They're symbols - satanic, black magic, pagan." "Just in case any turn up in your enquiries." "Of course." "Thank you, yes." "I'll keep an eye out, I promise." "Excuse me, sir!" "Wait!" "Just a minute." "Get me Inspector Frost." "Is that the lady we're talking about?" " That's the one." " Right." "How well did you know her?" "Not at all." "All she cared about was herself and money." "Ah, not your type, then, eh?" " No." " No." "I'm not saying I'm glad she's...you know." "Dead." "Yeah." "Having said that, you won't find me in the queue for counselling." "When was the last time you saw her?" " Last night." " What time?" "11:15...11:20." "A taxi dropped her off." " Was she alone?" " For a change." "All right..." "Oi!" "I haven't finished with you yet!" "Listen, was she in the habit of bringing people back, do you know?" "Depends." "Attractive woman, if you like that sort of thing." "Fitness teacher." "Any idea how it started?" "The fire?" "Who knows." "Dangerous things, boats, especially if you don't know what you're doing." " And she didn't?" " She's an amateur!" "The same thing happened last year around Easter time." "Too much to drink, knocked over the paraffin - whoosh!" "Expected everybody to come running." "And you did?" "And a fat lot of thanks we got, an' all!" "The same thing happened last night, only worse." "Much worse!" "I never really liked that woman." "But she didn't deserve to go like that." "No-one does." "All right." "Er...you're not thinking of sailing this thing to the South of France, are you?" "Cos I may want a further chat with you." "All right, come on." "CHASE:" "Rosemary Anne Morrow." "White female, 32." "No previous record." "Full stop." "Excuse me, ma'am..." "Oh." " Sorry, I thought you'd finished." " Is there a problem?" "No, just something I wanted to show you." "OK, give me a couple of minutes." "Initial examination reveals particles of soot in the trachea, consistent with the theory of death by smoke inhalation, together with attendant toxins associated with domestic fire." "Contusion and fracture of sixth vertebra, consistent contact with hard object." "No further significant points of remark." "You're late." "I've been doing you a favour, sorting out your desk." "My desk doesn't need sorting out." "Oh?" "You tell that to Mullett." "Look at that." "What do you think of that?" "What's the betting that's another one of our friend Callum's?" "You didn't have to buy it." "I didn't buy it, did I?" "You know me." "I just found it, it was there." "Oh, yes!" "That's what they all say, isn't it, eh?" "Give it here." "OK, so what have you got for me?" "Yeah, isn't that your friend from uni?" "Theo Watkins, yeah." " He's a professor now." " Oh, well, who'd have thought it?" "Um...is this part of your coursework?" "Yes, the clinical application of fixatives." "It's amazing stuff." "Take, for example, a section of blackened trachea." "Severe particulate discolouration, probably caused by involuntary soot inhalation." "However... if we add a drop or two of trinitrophenol... we revert to the true colour." "The discolouration is, in fact, merely a temporary phenomenon, caused by the formalin itself." "Here, Forensic." "Langley Hill bodies." "Right, at last." "There's nothing particularly exciting." "Depends what you're looking for." "There you are, look." "What's this?" ""Cotton sheeting of Balkan origin." "No known UK retail outlets."" "Balkan?" "Former Yugoslavia, round there." "Yes, yes, I know." "I know all that." "Maybe that's what they are." "What, you mean Balkan?" "What are they doing over here, then?" "You know, in a shallow grave miles from the road... in mid-October?" "Ah." "Has the report on Rosemary Morrow gone off yet?" "No." "Good." "FROST:" "Let's assume that you're right, that the sheets that covered them were Balkan." "It could be Serbia, Croatia, Bulgaria..." "All right, all right." "Let's just...for argument's sake, let's say they were Balkan." "So what have we got?" "We've got the sheets that were Balkan." "We've got no dental matches, we've got a tattoo and three bodies that were buried in a triangle." "With a cat." "Don't forget the cat." "All right." "Now, why were they dead in the first place, though?" "Vendetta." "Isn't that what they're into?" "Yeah, but there's no sign of a struggle, no poison, nothing." "Oi-up." "Here they come." " Who?" " The Patels." "A charming couple." "What, the dodgy DVD Patels?" "Yeah, the dodgy everything Patels." "Yeah." "If there's a local connection..." "I bet you a pound to a penny they'll have heard about it." "That's not exactly Balkan, Patel." "Have you got a better idea?" " No." " No." "Right, that reminds me." " I'll just..." " (Mobile rings)" "That'll be Mullett." "You answer it." "I'm not here." "Hello?" "Hello, it's George Toolan." "Oh, right." "Just a second." "It's for you." "No, no, it's Amanda Chase." "Oh, right." "Yes, hello?" "The corpse on the barge." "Yes, I've taken a closer look at the trachea." "So what you're saying is, what you initially thought was carbon, or whatever, turns out to be nothing of the sort." "All right, OK." "No problem." "As long as you're certain." "Yeah, goodbye." "I'm gonna have to leave you to sort things out here." " Trouble?" " Yeah." "Rosemary Morrow." "It wasn't the fire that killed her." "She was dead before the fire started." "Murder?" "Well, there's every possibility." "Just my luck, eh?" "Sorry, just locking up." "Already?" "Bit early, isn't it?" "Difficult day." "We decided to close early." "Not a reporter, are you?" "No." "I'm a policeman." "Well, you probably know already, then." "About Rosemary Morrow?" "Yeah." "Can't get my head around it." "This time yesterday..." "It's never easy." "She was special, very special." "Oh, yeah?" "Was she a friend?" "Oh." "When did you last see her?" "Yesterday lunchtime, after her class." "I took in some photographs." "Evening News - she was getting her own column." "Oh, right." "The Evening News?" "Yeah." "Is James Callum a member here, by any chance?" "Come on, I can easily find out." " No." "No, he isn't." " But you know who I mean, though?" "Of course." "Mr Money-Can-Buy-Everything." "Is that what they call him?" "Not to his face." "Would James Callum have been a friend of hers, do you think?" "It depends on what you mean." "They saw each other from time to time, but not for me to tell her what to do." "Her life." "Well...was." "Hm." "Where were you last night between 11 o'clock and midnight?" "I was at home." "You can check." "Don't worry, I will." "It's always the same." "You give the Inspector one piece of information, he always wants more." "Who does he think we are, Superman?" "All right, all right, I'll try." "But I can't guarantee." "It's impossible to be everywhere, you understand." "I mean, we've got a business to run and a family to bring up." "What's this?" "The address." "I hear they've been having a spot of bother." " What sort of bother?" " Who knows?" "Not me." "Cross my heart and swear to die." "All we know is a lot of people coming and going and a lot of people unhappy." " What's their names?" " No idea." "They're foreigners - not local." "Immigrants all over the place these days." "Totally snowed under." "Er..." "Mr Frost usually makes it 60." "No, Mr Frost usually claims for 60." "Mr Frost usually gives you 40." "Reflector still." "Sorry, sir." "The flyover - new roadworks." "Right." "You'd better report in over there and get one of these, just in case they don't know who we are." "It's not as though any of them can read, of course." "Very smart for temporary offices, wouldn't you say?" "What do you expect, tat corner?" "Just because they publish rubbish doesn't mean they live in it." "Beijing insists we should go higher." "How much?" " Double." " (Scoffs)" "They would, they're not picking up the bill." "OK, so ceiling's at what?" "Three-five?" "Three." "Three?" "Are you sure?" " (Clicks pen rapidly)" " Positive!" "What's your problem?" "The report insists he's worth at least four." " Provided the medical's clear." " That's standard." "Like it's standard for the medical profession to always be whiter than white?" "(Phone rings)" " It's up to you." "Yes, hello?" "Who?" "(Pen clicking rapidly)" "No." "Not now." "Would you stop that!" "What?" "It's a habit." "I'm fully aware of that." "Sorry, how long have you known me?" "Far too long, it would seem." "A ballpoint?" "It's not the end of the world." "I'm sure Tracy agrees, don't you?" "I wouldn't count on it." "So... three?" "Yes." "Oh, erm... there's a policeman downstairs." "An Inspector Frost." "Perhaps you should go down and annoy him instead." "Inspector Frost?" "Yes." "Michael Carne, James Callum's PA." "How do you do?" "DC Bennett, my PA." "Mr Callum's rather tied up at the moment, but if there's anything perhaps I can do to help?" "Yes, of course." " Personal assistant?" " Yes." " No secrets?" " None whatsoever." "Well, perhaps you'd be good enough to untie him and give him this... ..though not necessarily in that order." "Rosemary, yes." "Yes, of course I knew her." "A lovely girl." "Lovely." "Was." "Yeah." "Awful." "Truly awful." "We could hardly believe it." "Any of us." "How long had you known her?" "Three...four months?" "Well, less than six, certainly." "And when did you last see her?" "Yesterday." "She came in to discuss the column." "Michael was here." " Weren't you, Michael?" " Yes." "And later?" "We had an early supper together before going on to a presentation for the council." "CARNE:" "The new headquarters." "FROST:" "Ah, right." "Did she um...?" "Did she seem worried or upset at all?" "No." "Just normal?" "Yeah." "What time did you leave the um... ..presentation?" "Erm... 10:15, 10:30?" "And then you went back to her boat?" "No." "I returned here to wait for a call." "I arranged for a car to take her home." "Erm..." "look..." "I'm assuming that none of this will er...?" "What, get into the papers?" "Souls of discretion, Bennett and I." "Good." "Getting back to this er..." "phone call." "Why did you have to come back here for it?" "A secure line." "Recording facilities." "Oh, it was that important?" "I see." "Right." "And what time did it come through?" "It didn't." "Oh, so it was a false alarm?" "Yeah." "So you left." "And what time would that be?" "(Exhales heavily) 12:15, thereabouts." " And you drove straight home?" " Yeah." "And that would take, what, about an hour?" "Probably." "Right." "Well, thank you very much." "I'm sure that your wife will be able to..." "Partner." "Oh, sorry." "Partner." "You see, apparently Miss Morrow was murdered between the hours 11pm and midnight." "And that's exactly the same time that you said that you were here waiting for the call that never came." "Yeah." "Murdered?" "You didn't say anything about her being murdered." "Oh, didn't I?" "Oh, I am sorry." "How remiss of me." "It must've slipped my mind." "Oh, yes, it's murder." "It's a murder inquiry." "Not very pleasant." "Oh, and of course, we won't be able to keep THAT out of the newspapers." "Good day." "You think I don't know what's going on?" "You'd better think again." "Well, is he telling the truth?" "Hard to say, sir." "But what's your gut reaction?" " Probably." " Ah." "I didn't realise it was a murder inquiry, sir." "Well, it isn't... not strictly speaking." "We'd better check out his alibi." "We can't go round working on hunches, can we?" "What would the world be coming to?" " Sir." " Good night." "This is all PR stuff, this, isn't it?" "Not all." "Most of it." "I'd getter better information down at the local library." "Not at this time of the day, you couldn't." "Look, I want facts, not flannel!" "What's the matter with everyone?" "I want something I can get my teeth into." "That'll do." "Thanks." "More info on your Diesel Bob character." "He's got form, you know." "Has he?" "Where's Ernie?" "Gone, half an hour ago." "Have you any idea what time it is?" "Tell him I need to see him first thing in the morning and tell him it's urgent." "Aha." "Well, I think it's time to make another call on our boating fraternity." "(Chuckles) Where's Collins?" "She was there last night, wasn't she?" "At the presentation." "Yes." "You know perfectly well she was." "Standing at the back." "That's very discreet." "32?" "Must be a bad photo." "I hope she didn't suffer too much." "And when have you cared about something like that?" "I'm not a total bitch." "Just partial." "Never mind." "Paris next week." "Montmartre... that balcony overlooking the park." "That was New York." "Was it?" "So it was." "Anyway, you remember." "That's the main thing." "There was someone on the towpath?" " Yes." " Other than Miss Morrow, I mean." "Yes." "This was when?" "A few minutes before she returned." " Was it a man?" " Probably." "What do you mean, "probably"?" "Aren't you certain?" "It was dark!" "How am I supposed to know?" "There was a figure passing the porthole." "Wearing what?" "Tracksuit and trainers." "We get a lot of them." "What, joggers?" "Yes!" " Why didn't you tell me before?" " You didn't ask me!" "Come on." "Is that right that Miss Morrow was trying to get you removed from your mooring?" "Yes." "Oh." "Why was that, then?" "She said I was an eyesore." "That's not very nice, is it, to say that you were an eyesore?" "It takes all sorts." "Was that right that you were a bit of a Peeping Tom?" "That was all lies." " Filthy lies." " That's not what I heard." "I was never charged, was I?" "It doesn't mean to say you're not guilty, though, does it?" "Which reminds me." "Do you remember what you said after Miss Morrow's death?" "You said that you wouldn't be the first in the queue for counselling." "What did you mean by that?" "What I said." "Now, you know this person that you said that you saw on the towpath just before the fire?" "Are you sure it wasn't you?" "No, it wasn't." " Have you seen Jack?" " No, sorry." "OK." "Jack?" "James Callum?" "Mm, James George." "No, certainly nothing on him here." "No criminal record or anything." "I could always get onto the Met and see what they can dig out." "All right, why not?" "Any particular area?" "No, whatever." "He's a big fish, you know, friends in Whitehall, all that sort of thing." "I don't want to be accused of wading in without doing my homework." "Oi up, there he is!" "'Ere what you done?" "Done your back in?" "Well, if it wasn't sex, what was it?" "Ah, don't tell me, I know what it was." "That was the Patels." "They got you to help unload the van, didn't they?" "How do you know?" "Because they used to catch me on that one, till I showed them my old war wound." "Well, any joy?" "Nothing definite yet, just one possible address." "I've arranged to have it checked out." "What er..." "What's the big attraction up here, then?" "Mullett can't stand heights." "(Both chuckle)" "All right, so what have we got?" "Young, attractive keep-fit instructor, died following a fire on her houseboat." "The pathologist's report indicates she was probably dead before the fire started." "So either she died of natural causes... and the boat just happened to catch on fire sometime later... or she was murdered, and then the boat was set on fire." "Possibly." "Supposing she was murdered." "We'd have some sort of physical evidence, wouldn't we?" "Mm, well..." "What about that?" " She fell back, caught her neck." " Yeah?" "Or someone who knew exactly what they were doing, a professional, the man Diesel Bob saw just before the fire started." " Who's Diesel Bob?" " He's a neighbouring boat owner." "Yeah, could be." "I don't know, though." "Why go to all that trouble?" "Was it drugs?" "Could it be porn?" "Is that why she was involved with Callum?" "You're still convinced Callum's behind this, aren't you?" "No, I'm not convinced." "But I am veering that way." "Why?" "I don't know." "Maybe he was just bored with her." "Maybe she was blackmailing him." "Last person to see her alive." "Apart from the driver who dropped her off." "I know, but we've eliminated him." "It'd make great headlines, though, wouldn't it, eh?" ""Town saviour charged with murder."" "..42, that must be..." "This mark on the back of the neck." "Could it have been made by something other than a fall?" "Possibly." "Hard to know what, though." "Well...something metal." "Like a hammer." "But if someone attacked her with, say, a ligature... could they have killed her and not left any other marks?" "Possible, but not probable." "For a start, they'd have to be extremely strong." " A male?" " Almost certainly." "And secondly, to kill with such precision as to leave no contusions, would either require phenomenal luck... or a remarkably precise knowledge of human anatomy." "Such as yourself?" "Well, yes." "But you wouldn't have the strength." "Well, no." "Or the inclination?" "Eleanor!" "Eleanor!" "(Speaks Polish)" "Always trouble with women and kids." "Yeah." "But if that's the only worry on your plate, you're a lucky man." "Yes, exactly." "So...no other problems?" "No." "None." "Happy." "Your neighbours, workmates?" "No." "I must have been misinformed." "Oh, yes." "Why not?" "On their way here." "Yes, men, now." "They friend's dead." "They think it's my husband fault." "He found job for them, and now they all dead." "What do we do?" "We're just little people." "Please, will you help us?" "Well, I'm sorry to have bothered you, gentlemen." "No problem." "Any time." "Excuse me, sir." "Can I have a word?" "Ah!" "(Speaks Polish)" "(Children screaming)" "Backup!" "Backup!" "TOOLAN:" "Romanians?" "Yes." "Illegals?" "No, they're all part of the EU now, sir." "Oh, yeah, of course." "Do come in." "It's only us." "We're not going to bite you." "What about the householder?" "Thomas Kowalski." "He's Polish." "Works as a gang master for the local farms." "Tough old world." "Oww!" "You should have gone to Casualty." "I'm not qualified for this." "Now he tells me." "I thought you were the designated first-aider." "I am!" "But it doesn't cover major trauma." "How long was he in the marines for, then?" "Two years." "Left under something of a cloud." "Bonking the colonel's wife, maybe." "Mind you, you used to get a medal for that sort of thing, didn't you?" "Heard about the punch-up?" " Yeah, they were lucky." " Very." "Mind you, it could've been worse." " We could've been there." " (Chuckles) Exactly." "Anyway, right." "The Callum Group currently consists of 39 companies, 33 of which are registered offshore." "Most investigated at some stage by the Serious Crimes Squad, or Customs  Excise." "No charges ever brought." "Surprise, surprise." "Most of his start-up cash seems to have come from video rental and soft porn." "Titles such as..." "There should be a list here somewhere." "I like that one." "Oh, here we go." "Oh, that one's even better." "..although strenuous efforts have been made in recent years to diversify into mainstream investments." "Strenuous Efforts!" "That's a good one!" "Callum himself...numerous female partners - an actress, a model, two secretaries, another model..." "Yes, and a fitness instructor." "So come on." "And one found dead in circumstances that gave rise to further investigation." "A Hilary Mather." "No detrimental evidence presented at Coroner's Inquiry." "Fall from multi-storey car park, suicide suspected." "I wonder if she had a small mark on the back of her neck." "Come in, Inspector." "Thank you." "Could you just wait here a moment?" "Thank you." "Dr Walker for you, sir." "(Phone rings)" "Dr Walker, how lovely to hear from you." "How can I help?" "You didn't say anything about a cat." "The sacrificial offering?" "It says so in the paper." ""The body of a cat is reported to have been found at the murder scene."" "Well, that's er..." "that's somewhat jumping the gun." "Murder has yet to be established." "All the same, a cat." "Don't you understand?" "It's the classic satanic offering." "It's what they do, what they've always done." "For heaven's sake, when are you Brits gonna get real?" "Where's Frost?" "He's conducting a few more enquiries, sir." "Still?" "These enquiries, they'd be in connection with our Langley Hill bodies?" "Oh, I've no idea, I'm afraid, sir." "He lost his mobile phone, didn't he?" " Yes, sir." " But we issued him with another one." "Yes, sir." "He left it on his desk." "I see." "OK." "Julie, be a sweet." "The lead's by the door." "It's very good of you to spare me some of your time." "So how can I help you, Inspector?" "I was wondering if there was anything you could tell me about this young woman." "Rosemary Morrow." "You knew her?" "I knew of her." "She was one of James's friends, not mine." "One of his conquests, as he likes to call them." "Drink?" "No, thank you." "But you never met her?" "Not to talk to, no." "But you recognised her." "From the paper." "She's dead." "What do you want me to do?" "Cry?" "Last Tuesday night, your husb- sorry, your partner was out." "Yes, some kind of presentation." "And lots of other things too, probably." "What time did he get back?" "Half twelve, something like that." "Are you sure?" "Positive." "I went to bed early." "I was angry." "Why, because you felt that he might be seeing another woman?" "Not felt, knew." "How old would you say I am, Inspector?" "I don't know, what... 24, 25?" "30." "What does that give me?" "I'll tell you what that gives me." "Six, maybe seven more years before all this starts to disintegrate." "It gives me six, maybe seven more years to ensure my future." "Do you think I'd risk throwing it all away just because some passing fancy catches his eye?" "I was angry, sure." "But you know what they say." "Half a meal's better than no meal at all." "Conquests come... conquests go." "But me... ..I stay." "Understood?" "Perfectly." "FROST:" "Have you got one of your cards?" "Thanks very much." "Not a bad place, though, is it?" "Mind you, with all that money... you'd have thought they'd have a more impressive guard dog." "No, no, it's some sort of family symbol." "Nothing to do with black magic whatever." "Romanian, yeah." "I'm on my way to check out the farm now." "Yeah." "OK, will do." "Oh, Jack." "Jack..." "don't leave it too long, will you?" "You've got the odd message waiting for you here." "Thank you." "Right..." "So permission has been granted, then, eh?" "This morning." "He doesn't waste much time, does he, your Mr Callum?" "No." " You're not surprised, are you?" " No." "You paid a call on him, I'm told." "Yeah." "He didn't take too kindly to whatever you had to tell him." "It's a free world." "He's asked you to warn me off, hasn't he?" "I didn't suggest meeting here for the scenery." "He doesn't know I'm talking to you, as it happens." "As it happens, I've just spoken to his partner." "So he's probably going to be even more upset." "He's asked me to dig around about you, see what I can come up with." "Huh!" "What, me?" "I'm not newsworthy, am I?" "Oh, you'd be surprised." "He wants to break you, Jack." "His words, not mine." "He'll have a bloody hard time trying, I'll tell you." "Maybe." "How about, "co-habiting with a known prostitute"?" "What?" "That was years ago." "And, anyway, it wasn't a crime." " For a serving police officer?" " It's still not a crime." "OK, then." "What about um..." ""planting evidence to effect an arrest"." "Prove it." " There's a witness." " He's inside." " He's still a witness." " Oh, come on!" "You'd be laughed out of court." "Who said anything about court?" "Mud sticks, Jack." "He won't just stop at articles, he'll go the whole hog." "Yeah, well, ex-marines don't scare me." "I have marines for breakfast, me." "This is serious, it's not a joke." "I know." "I don't like it any more than you do." "No?" "But don't tell me... ..it's your job." "Whatever happened to social conscience, eh?" "You know, "Nation shall speak peace unto nation."" "Well, that went out with the Woodentops and Listen With Mother." "I didn't have to tip you off." "I could just as easily have let things ride." "I've got him rattled, haven't I?" "Eh?" "That's what all this is about, isn't it?" "Well, a bit more pressure there, a few more questions here." "You never know what I might turn up." "And you know what they say." "The bigger they are... the harder they fall." "What's that, Langley Hill?" "Carbon monoxide poisoning." "Heating system blocked." "They didn't stand a chance, the poor sods." "Not even the cat." "They were buried in a triangle to try and make it look ritualistic." "Would you believe that?" "(Tuts)" "I don't know." "They come over here and they're even exploited by their own kind." "Oh, well, that's three more off the murder list." "You never know." "It might even make Mullett almost human." " Guv?" " Hello." "Any luck?" "Maybe." "All right, come on." "Don't keep us in suspenders." "The security system at Callum offices was out of order on the night of the murder, fixed the following morning." "There you are." "How very convenient." "So that means there's no actual proof that he went back there after the presentation." "None." "What about night security?" "Patrol didn't check until 1:15, nothing to report." "1:15?" "At that time, our Mr Callum said he was safely tucked up in bed." "So that gives us opportunity." "He claims that he went back to his office to wait for a call." " Which never came." " Exactly." "So that gives him ample opportunity to drive in his car down to the canal and commit murder." "He has the physical ability." "He was an ex-marine, so he would know how to kill someone fairly efficiently." "All we need now is motive and...bingo... (Taps desk) - ..we're home and dry." "Do you know what?" "I think I'm beginning to enjoy myself." "Make me a cup of tea, George." "Two sugars." "Pleasure." "(Phone rings)" "ANSWERPHONE:" "This is Frost." "Leave a message and I'll get back to you." "(Beep)" " Jack, it's Ernie." "Those marks." "You were right." "The woman who fell from the multi-storey was reported as having a contusion to the neck." "Now, I've asked for the... (Theme music from The Archers)" "(Clattering)" " Burgled?" " Yeah, last night." " What did they get?" " What do you reckon?" "A half-eaten jar of pickled onions and a pair of old socks, if I know Jack." "What about his collection of Roy Orbison 45s?" "(Both chuckle)" "Right." "No, thank you very much." "No, I understand perfectly." "Thank you." "Goodbye." "(Chuckles)" "Ah, did you get that Fleet Street number?" "Yeah." "Thank you." "Dangerous thing, tipping off the press, Jack." "Yeah." "It could easily explode in your face." "(Sirens wail)" "REPORTER:" "This way please, Mr Callum." "What on earth are you all doing here?" "What a surprise." "(Reporters clamour)" "Mr Callum?" "Detective Inspector Frost." "Do you remember?" "Oh, hello again." "Yes." " Yes, of course." " Hello." "Inspector, as you can see, I'm rather busy right now." "But you remember my assistant, Mr Carne." "I'm sure he'll be able to answer any questions you might have." " If you'll excuse me..." " You don't understand, sir." "It's you that I want to talk to." " Me?" " Mm-hm." "You mean now?" "(Chuckles) What, here?" "Either that or at the station." "And if I refuse?" "Then I would have to arrest you." "You'd be making a very serious mistake." "James George Callum..." "I hereby arrest you." "You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence if you do not mention, when questioned, something which you later rely on in court." "Anything you do say may be used in evidence." "Take him away, please." "Call Howard." "(Clamouring)" " This way, please." "MULLETT:" "Are you completely stark staring mad?" " Most probably, sir, yeah." " You realise the consequences?" "Arresting a man like Callum?" "I've got a shrewd idea, sir." "Couldn't you have waited, given us warning?" "It's a murder inquiry, sir, not an invitation to dinner." "(Clamouring)" "Speed is of the essence." "And so is delicacy." "One slip, one false move, and this whole inquiry... this entire station could be landed in it well and truly." "Thank you very much for your touching vote of confidence, sir." "Pleasure." "You've cross-checked all your evidence?" " Yeah, most of it." " Paperwork in order?" "Just about." "What time does his legal team arrive?" "Within the hour." " Doesn't give you very long, then." " No, sir." "By the way, sir, I managed to get hold of a copy of her book she's just had published." "Whose?" "Miriam Walker." "She was just trying to drum up some publicity." "Good job we didn't fall for it, eh, sir?" "(Door opens)" "So?" "11:31, DI Frost entered the room." "I'd just like to clear up a few inconsistencies." "But first... was it you or one of your known associates that broke into my house last night?" "And secondly... why did you choose to mislead us about your whereabouts last Tuesday night?" "Because you did, didn't you?" "You said that you drove from the presentation to your office, where you were waiting for a mysterious phone call that never materialised, and then you drove straight home." "So you can see why we're a little bit curious, can't you?" "Never mind." "There's always Michele." "I can go and recheck with her." "Why not?" "Be my guest." "This is not going to be easy, Jack." "He knows exactly how to handle things." "Listen, can you hold the fort here for an hour or so?" "I want him out of the way for as long as possible." "Yeah, but..." "With that lot down there, and his lawyers arriving any minute..." " You've got to be joking." " No!" "I've got to speak to her, his partner." "All right, all right." "But you're cutting things a bit fine, Jack." "You can say that again." "Now..." "Are you scared?" "Me?" "No." "I'm glad someone isn't." "Phone." "Ohh!" "Thank you." "Yes, can I help you?" "Howard Gelman and James Kirkwood QC to see James Callum." "Right." "Well, if you'd be good enough to sign in." "Then follow the constable here." "We wouldn't want you getting lost, now." "(Dog barks)" "Far be it for me to lecture you on the law, but it must be clear, even to the least agile of minds, that my client should not have been interviewed without us being present." "I'm sure that you're aware this is a clear breach of the Police And Criminal Evidence Act." "Unless the Crown Prosecution Service have authorised my client to be charged with these serious and unsubstantiated charges... ..then I suggest you release Mr Callum immediately." "Mr Callum, will you be pressing charges, sir?" "My client most certainly will." "Wrongful arrest, police harassment, mental cruelty - take your pick." "(Clamouring)" "Will you be having a formal press conference, sir?" "Will we be having...?" "Will you be holding a press conference, sir?" "(Piano plays chamber music)" "..really grown-up gown." "And my hair's up too, look." "My hair's been up for years." "(Piano continues playing)" "(Film continues in background)" "It's lovely to be home." "I never want to leave it again." " Happy birthday, my darling." " Happy birthday." "Many of them." "FILM:" "What are you going to do now you're home?" "I haven't really thought." "I'm not good at anything, really, only sewing." " Are you still going on the stage?" " Oh, yes." "Papa tried to stop me but I talked him round." "I always can." "I quite agree with your father." "It's not nice for a young lady to parade herself before a gaping audience." "# Oh, he squeezed me in the hansom cab as we trotted round the park" "# Oh, that naughty man from Delhi" "# By his manner, we could tell he" "# Was out for a real good lark" "# Tra-la-la" "# And he kissed me in the Argyle Rooms" "# In a corner in the dark" "# He was quite the wicked pasha" "# Oh, my goodness, what a masher!" "# And out for a real good lark" "# Tra-la-la" "# And out for a real jolly lark" "(Film dialogue continues)" "The marines." "(Chokes)" "Close." "Very close." "Saved your life." "Yes." "CALLUM:" "We were so much in love when we first met." "The perfect couple." "I could hardly breathe when he walked into the room, he was so beautiful." "We went everywhere together " "Paris, Berlin..." "Vegas." "But now... if I so much as looked at another woman, he wanted to kill her." "What was I supposed to do?" "We should have simply smiled and walked away, but you never do, do you?" "No, you turn a blind eye... ..pretend that everything will get better somehow... someday." "You could have turned him in." "Oh, I loved him." "Love?" "In the beginning, yeah." "Oh." "You don't understand it, do you?" "No." "The sort of love we had." "It makes you feel uncomfortable, probably." "It doesn't fit into any neat little box." "It's much easier just to label it "perversion" or "depravity" and be done with it." "It's still a part of life." "You say you loved him, yet you shot him." "I knew what he would have said in court." "Would have destroyed everything... destroyed me." "No, it was the only way, in the end." "You planned to kill him?" "Why are you telling me all this?" "Well, four walls." "No witnesses." "The perfect confessional." "And it solves everything, doesn't it, hm?" "Well, there's no more millstone round my neck, no more murderer around yours." "Besides..." "I'm a hero." "I saved your life." "Didn't count on you arresting me, of course." "That wasn't exactly part of the scenario." "It almost did for us both." "Thank heaven for good lawyers." "And Michele?" "Michele?" "Well, she never existed, did she?" "Well, not really." "Only in make-believe." "No, my only crime... well, if it is a crime... was to have employed an army friend who turned out to be a psychopath." "Chance in a million... ..wouldn't you say?" "You know, I thought that you and your newspapers... ..only told lies about people who stood in your way." "I didn't realise that you wrote lies about people like yourself." "(Callum laughs)" "Well, why not?" "Look, the public..." "doesn't want truth and fair play." "Scandal and disaster, the viler the better." "I only give them what they want." "Supply and demand." "Simple." "Well... if you'll forgive me." "Life goes on, as they say." "There's been a fatality inside, but I can't tell you..." "Excuse me one second." "Let me just finish by saying my organisation will be issuing a full statement." "Thank you." "Ta." "Frost." "James Callum." "You wanted to know more about why he was chucked out of the marines." "Well, the word from the Met is, it was for..." "How did you know?" "Just call it intuition." "Jack?" " Are you all right?" " What?" " Are you all right?" " Oh, yeah, yeah." "I'm fine." "I just heard." "I came straight over." " Not very nice." " No." "His assistant, huh?" "Here." "No, the other side." " Mind your backs, please." "Go on." " There he goes." "REPORTER:" "Can you confirm the identity of the body, James?" "TOOLAN:" "He plays golf with the Chief Constable." "He's probably even a personal friend of royalty." "And as for his lawyers, well, you can imagine." "I had no option but to let him go, Jack, believe me." "No, I know." "Neither did I." "But he has forgotten one or two little things." "Hm?" "At the Coroner's Inquiry, they'll tear him apart, won't they?" "Limb from limb." "Who?" "Well, the press." "Who else?" "And even if they don't... ..they will after they receive a copy of this." "No witnesses." "The perfect confessional." "Sent anonymously, of course." "ITFC Subtitles"