"(unintelligible)" "Get him." "It's not over yet." "What time did he say he'd come?" "Anytime after four." "Anytime after four, right." "You do think I'm doing the right thing, don't you?" "You're not doing anything." "You're letting an estate agent value your house." "Nothing more." "You do think I should move?" "No, not unless you want to." "It's simply an option because the place is too big for you." "But if you're happy here, fine." "It's not a question of being happy." "I mean," "I mean you know it's not as simple as that." "No." "It isn't Jack." "Not for anybody." "I'll see if Adie's turned up." "Wait." "Where in the hell have you been?" "In the arms of a beautiful woman Dave." "There's only twenty minutes left." "What's the score?" "One nil to Farnley." "Is that all?" "The boss did name me a sub?" "Yeah, He switched Vince Tyson so we didn't start with ten men." "Then no complaining, no problem." "Oh, ritual, ritual." "Lucky drink." "Lucky step-ups." "(Belch) Lucky belch." "I'm sorry." "It's okay." "I've booked the restaurant for seven-thirty." "Is that too early?" "No." "Oh." "Wish we were there now." "Otherwise it would have been a rush." "Um." "For me to catch the train." "Going up to Mum's?" "I haven't forgotten." "I tell you what." "I'll be giving this bloke another five minutes, then we'll phone him up, tell him not to bother, shall we?" "No." "(phone ringing)" "Jack Frost." "Oh, hello Arthur." "Oh it's the weekend and you're busy." "Hum?" "Yeah, Wallace and Eaton have just fished a body out of the river." "A suspicious death?" "I don't know about suspicious." "Apparently he just disappeared from the hospital." "Hello Barry Clarton, Homes On The Road" "What do you mean appendix?" "Yeah, all right." "No." "I'll be right there." "Okay bye." "I'm sorry Shirley." "Can you do the honors?" "Arthur is in a panic." "I've just got to go." "All right?" "I'll see you later." "Oh, very nice to have met you." "Sorry, you're Mr. Frost's?" "No, I'm not." "Yes, yes!" "Yes, yes!" "That's a penalty if ever I saw," "Refs that's a penalty!" "That's a red card!" "That's got to be a red card." "Yes, yes!" "Congratulates Mike." "That Adie's worth his weight in gold." "(unintelligible) Norman" "Now, don't say the chairman never gave you anything" "Any chance of a picture for Page Three before the press conference." "Well I don't see why not because after the next round you'll be competing with the Nationals." "Where's the goal scorer?" "He's got his head stuck." "Well it is a size 12." "In you go." "Hang on a minute." "Put him down, put him down." "Adie, Adie?" "God almighty." "Yes?" "We're waiting for the doctor to pronounce life extinct." "All right." "Will the hospital want him back?" "I hardly think so." "Taking his appendix out now would be a bit superfluous, wouldn't it?" "Anyway, we've got his name, haven't we?" "Yeah, on the hospital bracelet." "Colin Drysdale." "Oh, okay." "Is that the bloke, what landed him?" "Yes Guv." "I see." "All right then." "Go on, carry on." "All right sir?" "No, not really." "I was only after lunch." "Competition was it then, the fishing?" "No." "Pity." "If you'd been judged by weight, you would have been laughing." "I mean it's every small club's dream to get into the first round proper of the FA Cup and for us it's very much a stepping-stone towards our real goal, which is ultimately a place in the football league." "And today's game?" "Well we've had some close scraps Farnley over the years." "There's our local Darby, stakes are high." "It's always very close." "But on this day our finish was something else." "Yeah." "I think our manager was the only person in the ground not having triple heart attacks." "But then that's the secret of our success." "Roy Bignalls calm, thoughtful, professional approach." "Well, that's not the only secret." "There is of course, Adie Carr." "Here as always Mr. Chairman." "What do you reckon against City in the next round boss?" "Just last ten minutes instead of twenty." "That should be enough, yeah?" "How's the head Davy?" "Sore, bloody sore." "In fact, I'm seeing double again." "Either that or I'm kicking two balls in the air." "Painful." "He's had one of these." "He's out of his skull." "Anyone for five shy?" "Come on Sandy!" "Off your ass!" "You write crap every week, should you play half as well." "Come one!" "Let's move that ball." "Oh!" "Aah!" "Let's see what have we got here?" "Reasonable jacket." "Aah," "Colin Joseph Drysdale, 15 Lightbullen Avenue, Denton." "He only gave us his name." "We don't search patients." "I see." "Well we better find out if there's a Mrs. Drysdale." "Shall I go?" "That's all right, Guv." "I need the practice." "All right." "Go on." "Hey, what are you doing here?" "I was on match duty." "The thing is the kid took a severe kick in the head." "Now if he pegs out, well we could be looking at manslaughter." "Oh no thanks." "I've already got a body." "I find one's enough for the weekend." "Mrs. Drysdale?" "Yes." "W.P.C. Hazel Wallace." "I'm sorry to trouble you." "Could I come in please?" "Is your husband Mr. Colin Joseph Drysdale?" "Yes." "Why?" "What's he done?" "Would you like to sit down?" "Mrs. Drysdale," "I'm afraid I may have some rather bad news for you." "A man's body was found in the river this afternoon." "The initial identification suggests it may be your husband." "I'm terribly sorry." "Huh?" "So am I." "Darling?" "I'm sorry about this Guv." "That's all right." "It's not your fault." "Anyway, just because a guy says he's Colin Drysdale, doesn't mean to say that he is." "No, no he is." "As soon as I saw him I recognized him and the name." "He's a head teacher at Denton High School." "Oh." "Oh well." "Chin up." "I just wanted to say how sorry we are for this very unfortunate misunderstanding." "I should damn well think so." "Mrs. Drysdale, this is a genuine apology for a genuine mistake, none of which has anything to do with W.P.C. Wallace here." "Now, do you mind if I sit down?" "Good, thank you." "Um, Mr. Drysdale, have you any idea how our mystery man in the river came by your driving license?" "I trust that is your driving license and it's not a forgery?" "No, no." "It's definitely mine." "Um, there's marks here and this fold where I used to have it in a different wallet." "And you haven't lent it to anyone recently?" "Don't be stupid." "Why would he lend it to anybody?" "Mr. Drysdale?" "No." "And you haven't been burgled or mugged?" "I'm afraid not and I've no idea where and when I might have lost it." "I don't normally carry it around with me you see." "Just now and then as ID for a check." "I mean it could have been missing for weeks." "You haven't lost your checkbook as well or credit cards?" "No I've checked." "Only this." "I must have dropped it in a shop and this guy's picked it up." "I wonder what he's been doing with it?" "That's very uncharitable of you Mrs. Drysdale." "He might have been trying to return it." "Don't get clever, please." "We have enough cause for complaint already." "Wendy, it's all right." "It's not all right." "It was me who opened the door to her." "Suppose if you had been out somewhere." "Imagine what I'd have felt." "But I wasn't." "I was here, alive." "That's all that matters." "I appreciate your attitude, Mr. Drysdale." "I shouldn't be asking this and you can say no if you want to but we've no other means of identifying the body." "I wondered if you'd be willing to take a look?" "You want Colin to look at the body?" "For God's sake!" "Wendy, I don't mind." "Now?" "Whenever it's convenient." "Thank you." "Oh, Mr. Drysdale." "What a pleasant surprise." "I just had a tip-off you were" "He's not." "Oh right." "So we're talking about anguish caused by police cock-up?" "Go home Sandy, will you?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Yeah, I'll do that straight away." "Thanks." "Well he's alive." "So what's?" "Possible brain damage?" "Sorry I couldn't help." "Oh that's all right, Sir." "I didn't expect much." "It was just a possibility just like the driving license." "Oh, by the way, can I have it back please?" "What?" "The driving license, it's in your pocket." "No I mean what for?" "Well it's the only thing we've got, want to check it for fingerprints." "I mean you never know." "Oh, is it possible to have yours, fingerprints for elimination purposes?" "You can always come into the nick on Monday or I could send someone to your house if that's more convenient?" "No." "I'll come into the station." "Wendy's been upset enough." "Yes." "As you said to me you're still alive but the man who isn't you, isn't so lucky." "So the appendix man was in here from start to finish?" "Yes." "Wasn't moved to another ward?" "There were no beds." "In any case he was going into theatre ASAP." "I see." "Did he have any visitors?" "Did anyone see him?" "Not so far as we know." "Could he have been carried out?" "You know, could he have gone out on a trolley or a wheelchair?" "I really think someone would have noticed that." "Oh good." "He did ask for a bottle?" "Hum?" "To relive himself but we were so busy that..." "Yes." "That you forgot all about him." "So here is your patient in agony with a raging temperature, bursting for a pee." "So what does he do?" "He gets up." "He wonders about," "looking for a loo." "Is that possible?" "Is this door always locked?" "It should be." "But is it?" "I don't have time to stand guard." "Please." "I hope when we find his next of kin they sue for negligence." "Thank you sister." "What do you want to do about Adie Carr?" "Who?" "The footballer." "Shouldn't he be priority?" "Why, Is he more dead than my appendix man?" "No Slightly less so at the moment." "But at least we know who he is." "Half Denton's waiting for the next bulletin." "Yeah." "It's all right." "I'm sorry." "And we know who kicked him." "His name is Terry Blakeway." "It's on the Cup's match video, if you want to look?" "Yes." "I certainly do." "Just give me a minute." "Bloody hell." "I don't know about manslaughter, Jack, but if Adie Carr dies, we could be talking murder here." "Yes, all right." "Thank you very much." "Oh, Mrs. Fisher phoned." "Would you call her back?" "Oh no." "What time?" "Hours ago." "Are you and her?" "No." "Oh here we go." "Are you ready for this?" "No." "Is he going to be all right, Mr. Ross?" "I really don't know Sean." "It's time you went home." "Nothing you can do." "Shirley, I'm so sorry." "You should be." "You missed a good dinner." "I know." "I'm getting better though, aren't I?" "Usually I miss the train." "Phone me at Mum's." "You've got the number?" "Yes, yes I've got it, you gave it to me." "Bye." "Do it then." "Yes." "Good-bye." "All right." "Jack." "You've heard the news on Adie Carr?" "Who?" "The footballer." "No sir." "Well he's still in a coma." "When are you interviewing Blakeway?" "Blakeway?" "The man who kicked him in the head without provocation and with clear intent." "Ah, yes." "Today sir." "Yes today." "Good." "Jack?" "Without the money and the sheer hard work that Mike Ross has put into it," "Denton probably wouldn't have a football club." "That's called dedication, in case you're interested." "I think the least that we can do is to take the assault on his star player seriously." "Don't you?" "Sir." "Any messages for me that hadn't got through?" "Phone call?" "No." "But you've got a visitor." "Hum?" "Oh right." "Yes?" "Inspector Frost?" "Yes." "Terry Blakeway." "Oh." "All right." "Best come with me." "We appreciate your assistance, Mr. Blakeway." "Well obviously." "I mean I'm gutting about Adie." "Biggest match in their history coming up and no star striker." "Yes." "His mum must be very upset on their behalf." "Look, I'm saying I'm sorry, right, but it's out of order people pointing their finger at me." "You kicked him in the head!" "It's all part of the game." "Bodies and boots flying about." "Football is a contact sport." "Football, Mr. Blakeway, shouldn't you be able to spot the difference between a ball and a head, even from your great height?" "Well he was lying on the ball." "It was an accident." "That's not what the referee said, or the video." "You know we've been having a look at your disciplinary record." "You've had enough red cards in your career to tile a bathroom." "So I've got a short fuse but the doctor examined him there and then on the pitch and he said that he was fit to continue." "Yes." "The medical expression is concussion and compression." "You better remember that because that's what they're going to be talking about when you go to court." "You see you can get a bang on the head that might not seem serious at the time." "Then, of course, you can be unlucky." "Blood vessels in the brain can be damaged." "The skull slowly fills up with blood until suddenly, out you go, just like that." "Forever." "If he dies, we could be looking at a case of manslaughter here son, if not worse." "Manslaughter?" "But it was a football match!" "It's not real life." "What do you mean it's not real life?" "It's a muddy patch of grass!" "You don't step outside the law once you run onto it!" "You kicked Adie Carr three times in the head and he's in a coma." "What do you want?" "A one-match suspension?" "Well you should try playing against him." "Giving you this all the time, winding you up." "It's not loud enough for the ref to hear." "It's just in your ear." "It's like having your own personal abuse system." "Oh, and that upset your Corinthian standards of sportsmanship, did it?" "Look, He was a snidey little snidey he deserved a kick in the head." "(knock on door)" "Yes?" "Sergeant Hanlon entering the room." "Sorry Jack." "Mr. Mullett wants to speak to you." "I've just spoken to the hospital." "Adie Carr." "Is dead." "No." "It's worse in a way." "He was in concussion." "They haven't finished the toxicology tests yet." "But they think its drugs." "Thank you for your time." "We'll be in touch." "Hello." "Fingerprints." "Lungs waterlogged, no sign of injury, no distinguishing marks." "What?" "Pathologists Report." "That is dead male one, isn't it?" "The incident in the river?" "Yes." "Just having a look." "Well it's certainly not our businessman's cover is it?" "No." "It's certainly not a vagrant's either." "Everything's relatively clean, not odds and sods." "Shoes are the right size and just normal." "Good qualityish." "He's fallen on hard times then." "Mentally ill maybe?" "Why don't we just bang it through the Coroner's Office?" "Jumpers are their responsibility." "Who said he jumped?" "Would you be able to jump if you were doubled up with appendicitis?" "Well there's no evidence he was pushed, not by Drysdale or by anybody else." "And if he didn't jump, he just fell." "End of story." "Not a CID problem." "No." "Not end of story." "I want to know who he is." "Was." "Thank you." "You're the Governor." "All right?" "Yeah fine." "I wouldn't have done it for them." "No harm, Wendy, is there?" "It's humiliating." "It doesn't matter anyway." "I mean who cares if somebody else did touch the license before he did?" "No it doesn't matter." "So why make a fuss?" "Because I'm your wife and I don't like you being hassled." "Excuse me." "Shirley Fisher." "She's on leave this week." "In Yorkshire, I believe." "Yes I know." "I just wondered." "Did she leave a phone number?" "No sorry." "We haven't got anything Sean, okay?" "Yeah, but you could get me some couldn't you?" "He's not dead for God's sake." "But if he's never going to play again, just a piece of his kick boot, a bootlace even." "Please your still his best mates please, please." "Adie wouldn't mind." "Yeah." "All right, all right." "Don't wet yourself." "You got your key Jamie?" "What?" "Adie's flat?" "Yeah but..." "We got time." "Come on." "Otherwise he's going to top himself with his scarf." "Yes?" "You wanted to see me, Sir?" "He was full of mezanbuturol, which I'm informed is the latest designer sports' drug." "Graded dosage over a period of time boosts performance." "But Carr had enough in his system to send him jumping over the grandstand, before it blew several thousand fuses in his brain." "Silly boy." "Quite." "The damage is severe, and permanent." "If he survives at all, probably never walk again" "let alone play football." "Oh dear." "I've informed Mike Ross." "The club's holding a press conference." "I want our presence there to show just how seriously we're concerned about drugs, any drugs." "The tragic stupidity message needs reinforcement at every opportunity." "A job for you I think." "Yes sir." "Sorry mate." "Nothing for you." "Yeah, but..." "Shut it." "Well tragically today's news will tarnish Adie's image and leave us all trying to comprehend why he should have used drugs." "I mean he was arguably the best most exciting player in non-league football." "He didn't need chemical assistance." "But use drugs he evidently did." "So we just have to hope that some good will come from the resulting tragedy that other young sportsmen will be deterred from going down that futile and dangerous road." "Mr. Ross, you're saying you got no idea why Adie took drugs." "You've got a very successful team here this season." "Pressure to go on winning must be enormous?" "Coaching methods are pretty intense." "An awful lot was always expected of Adie." "You're saying he felt pressured into using drugs to keep overachieving?" "No, no, no." "Presumably he took them of his own volition." "I'm just suggesting a possible reason why." "Maybe he didn't, you know, take them of his own volition." "I mean it was a massive overdose." "Maybe someone gave it to him?" "Just a thought." "Mr. Frost?" "Yes." "Look, what you are saying is absolutely ridiculous." "Yes I'm so sorry, Mr. Ross, to interrupt your press conference." "Oh to hell with the press conference." "You are pointing the finger of suspicion at anybody that has anything to do with this club." "Not necessarily." "Because that drug could have been ingested up to two hours before he went into coma." "Let's face it." "Adie was late." "He was always bloody late." "There you go." "But why don't we pick up the ball and run with it from here, hum?" "I'll start organizing some statement taking for tomorrow and who knows?" "We might be able to rule out foul play and get back to the tragic fallibility of golden youth." "Well let's start from the top, shall we?" "Are you going to be available for an interview tomorrow morning?" "No I'm not because my Transport Manager is off sick and I've got three sites to keep tabs on." "I see." "What business is that then?" "Gravel extraction." "Is that all right, Mr. Frost?" "It's only football that keeps me sane or, or did." "Nice one mate." "I like it." "Guv, Sergeant Wallace says you need some help with statement taking?" "What?" "The football club." "Oh right, yes." "Well you can chase up Chairman Ross, if he isn't extracting gravel." "Who's that?" "That's the appendix man, the man we dragged out of the river." "Oh yes of course, sorry." "Been circulated all ready then?" "Full blanket coverage, why not." "Every nick in the country, every local newspaper, plus every guesthouse, hospital and hotel in Denton." "Well, Missing Persons hasn't come up with anything." "I thought you had hope with the driving license?" "No, Just someone else's name, that's all." "But its only days." "I mean Missing Persons usually..." "Yes, but supposing he isn't missing see what I'm saying." "I mean to be missing, someone's got to miss you." "I mean think about it." "You live and you die and the difference doesn't affect a single person in the whole world." "It's as if you hadn't been here in the first place." "Terrible thing that, to be un missed, unidentified." "It happens to a thousand people every year Guv." "Yes." "Well it's not going to happen to this one." "Not if I can help it." "Of course you know what it is?" "The old git's afraid that's how he's going to end up." "And you can go up to Adie Carr's flat!" "Mike Ross tells me you stirred up a hornet's nest at the football club?" "Well that's what I'm here for Sir." "But to suggest that someone gave him an overdose potentially, that's murder." "Well why not?" "They say that sport is a substitute for war." "That's why so many people like it and I've got six people wanting to give interviews." "So you live upstairs." "You heard glass breaking then noise down here but you didn't do anything about it?" "Well if I'd seen anything," "I would have then." "(unintelligible)" "And this was last Saturday afternoon?" "Yeah." "You're sure?" "Yeah." "About three o'clock." "Anyway," "I'm surprised his mates didn't notice anything." "Mates?" "Yeah." "From the football." "Paul and Jamie." "They were here." "When?" "God." "There's some sick people about." "Yeah." "Come on in." "What I want to say is" "I can totally understand the Chairman being up the wall about this." "You know the thought about Adie being, you know." "Being turned into a cabbage because someone hates his guts." "Yeah, well, whatever." "But there's no way Adie was doing drugs himself, not sports stuff anyway steroids, mezanbuturol, anything." "He was too bloody arrogant for a start." "He knew how good he was without that crap." "And anyway, he was ambitious." "He wouldn't risk screwing up his future." "One of the big clubs would have certainly been in for him by the end of the season and they're very hot when it comes to medical tests." "That sort of stuff would show up no matter how clever you were." "So?" "So I'm tell you." "It wasn't me because the moving finger is bound to point this way." "Why?" "Because I put out the kit and the drinks." "Every player's kit on the bench, in the dressing room before each game." "And a carton of Gluggers orange besides each one." "Now all the other players had their's at halftime." "But because Adie was so late, his drink was still there by his peg for most of the game." "So what you're saying is someone could have spiked it?" "I'm not saying anything except I didn't." "Look, he was fine when he got here and I was in there with him every second till he went out there on that pitch." "All right, all right, calm down." "Did you actually see Adie drink from the carton?" "Yeah." "He always had a couple of swigs." "It was part of his pre-match ritual." "What happens to them, the empty cartons?" "Just bummed in the bin." "In the dressing room?" "Grounds men get a shot at the rubbish when he comes here this afternoon." "We better go and have a look at them now then, haven't we?" "That's the point." "They're already gone." "Back in training are we?" "Sympathetic (unintelligible) mate." "Only four days till the big match and this one's for Adie." "The whole town feels it." "Well almost." "I suppose you noticed what happened to the shrine?" "Yes." "So this is where they throw their empty cartons, is it?" "Yeah." "Did Adie throw his?" "Oh, I don't know." "He hadn't finished it." "I did." "I threw it in the bin, if we're into finger pointing." "Sorry?" "You are?" "Vince Tyson." "I got pulled off to make way for that tart when he finally turned up on Saturday." "And I was playing well, giving it 200% or the club but off." "So I was a bit wound up when I got back in here." "I threw his drink against the wall, in absence of his head." "It fell in the bin." "Did it split?" "Should have the way I slung it." "Guv." "Get this over to the lab." "Tell them I wanted tested for mezanbuturol or any other related steroid." "Tell them I want the report today, if not sooner." "Have you been over to Adie's flat?" "I certainly have." "(unintelligible)" "Right." "Get him." "Come on, on your feet, back in line." "Next." "That's it." "That's it." "Now watch that ball." "Bury him now." "Better." "Better." "Well, Mr. Bignall" "looks like somebody had a grudge against your golden boy." "With our matches at stake." "some maniac Farnley supporter?" "Possibly." "Why do they call this, the beautiful game?" "Every successful team needs a little steel." "Is that what your coaching gives them, is it?" "A bit of steel?" "No, I leave that to Dave Leecroft." "What I do is instill self-belief." "I take moderate players like Paul Gower," "Ray Walsh," "Dean Willis, and you tell them they're good and if they do everything you ask of them in the match, they get even better." "Yeah." "Well I don't want to worry you but I was hoping to take away some of your drink cartons for drug testing but they disappeared, all of them." "I'm wondering if your lads are playing out of their heads as well as out of their skins." "I despise drugs, Mr. Frost, and I despise anyone that uses them." "Paul." "Paul." "Where the hell have you been?" "Your car!" "Dear oh dear, oh dear." "Nasty things seem to be happening all over." "Don't they?" "I did tell your boss that today is going to be difficult." "This is a nightmare for me and your Mr. Frost doesn't seem to realize." "I'm not talking about the club being dragged through the mud, my club, mind." "I'm talking about Adie and the drugs thing." "And I'm not saying that, you know, he's like a son to me." "Any of that crap." "I'm, it's just that I did bring him to the club in the first place and, you know," "I've watched him blossom." "Like I've done this out for you, okay?" "And signed it." "If you need it on police notepaper," "I'll have to come to the station next week." "Okay?" "Okay." "That's fine thanks." "You know, to be honest," "I find your Inspector Frost a bit of a prat." "Yeah, a lot of people feel so." "Governor!" "There's nothing in here anyway." "No, I didn't hold out much hope." "Have you visited the local waste pit?" "It's very nice they tell me." "I'll see you later." "Anything for me on the drugs?" "Nope." "I got a really good scoop I'm working on." "Buy you a pint." "Tell you about it?" "Nope." "I'm unsnubbable, you know." "Is there anything left from the weekend, the weekend?" "Ernie, now do you keep an index on football teams?" "No." "No, all right." "Check these names out anyway then, will you?" "For what?" "I should like one of them to have form for poisoning." "And don't feel under any pressure, all right?" "Driving license." "Sako left it with me." "What they found an alien print then?" "On the wallet yeah." "So I had a quick skim through my cards got a match for you." "Darren Matthews." "Hello Darren." "How's your luck." "Same as usual." "Sorry, you lost." "Anyway's." "Waste of money sir." "At least I'll live longer." "Do you recognize this?" "It's called a driving license." "Correct." "And it's got your thumbprint on it." "What did you do?" "Nick it or buy it?" "I'm a dealer Mr. Frost, not a common thief." "Oh yes." "So?" "Look, I'll deny this if you got me in the nick, right." "But I gave a tenner for it." "When?" "last Friday in here." "Who did you buy it from?" "I'm afraid I can't divulge that." "Well let's put it another way." "Who did you sell it to?" "I never." "I lost it, you see?" "Just as I was giving her the dosh, your lot come in." "A drug's bust." "I have to drop everything and nick it." "I thought you said you didn't do drugs?" "I don't" "(unintelligible)" "That's very true." "So it was a woman then, her?" "You said as you were giving her the dosh?" "Did I?" "You're going deaf in your old age." "So what did you do?" "Drop the license on the floor?" "Let's put it this way," "I didn't have it when I got outside." "All right." "Have you ever seen this guy before?" "Was he here on Friday?" "Don't know." "He's a bit forgettable though isn't he." "Yeah." "You know Darren Matthews, don't you?" "(unintelligible)" "Yes," "I want you to keep a watch on him for a few hours down at the arcade." "See who he does business with, a female." "Oh, that's for the machines." "All right Guv." "Good evening Mr. Drysdale." "I did call your house but." "I don't finish at the same as the people, unfortunately." "I just thought you might be interested." "We know where your driving license was last Friday." "It was dropped on the floor by a young lad in Fun City." "It's an amusement arcade in Farrah Road." "Prior to that he bought it for ten quid from a woman." "Well no." "I'm not particularly interested but I would like it back, my license." "Wendy and I are driving to France." "Yes, of course." "You have no idea who the woman might be?" "No." "Why are you so bothered anyway?" "Oh I'm a lucky man, Sir." "I get paid for being nosy." "What did I do with?" "That's the one." "The rest were negative but that one's positive for mezanbuturol and it's got Adie Carr's prints on it." "The scrapings from the wall are positive too." "So it was Adie's and it was spiked?" "Yep." "The only question is who by?" "No that's one question George." "The other question is why?" "(phone ringing)" "Hello." "(phone ringing)" "Hello." "Hello." "So then lads, what do you reckon?" "A grudge against the club?" "Yeah, of course, or it could be City picking off the team one by one so we've got no one left by Saturday." "You may jest but it's just not Adie is it?" "There's Paul Gower's car." "What next?" "Yeah, but vandalism is one thing." "What's happened to Adie is something else." "You reckon." "(phone ringing)" "Yeah?" "(phone ringing)" "Leave me alone!" "Leave me alone!" "Any change?" "Apparently not." "I'm afraid we haven't been able to contact his mother." "She's lucky then, isn't she?" "So anyway I followed the girl." "She went to the East Dean estate and visited Tonia Reece." "Buying drugs then?" "Well she was in there less than five minutes so it's a reasonable assumption." "I lost her afterwards." "She hopped on the 72 bus." "So at the arcade, was anyone else doing business with Darren?" "Other than a couple of lads, she was the only one." "So what do you recommend?" "She's a dipper, flogging what she can get to support her habit?" "Yeah." "Except she looked more like a Tom than a dipper." "Well actually she looked more like a schoolgirl, but then I'm getting old." "Unlike you, of course though." "Of course." "If anybody wants me," "I'm visiting Tonia Reece." "Oh, by the way, stick this in the tumble drier when it's finished, will you?" "You've heard of bone China?" "Well this is red china all the way from the Orient." "All right, all right, all right," "Latent Orient." "Now 20 pieces per set and what am I asking Ladies and Gentlemen," "30 quid?" "not even 20 quid, not even 15 quid," "I'm asking 10 quid for the lot." "Ten quid for your finest red china brought all the way from the Orient." "Murderer." "You killed Adie, You killed Adie," "I never killed anyone you stupid little prat." "He's not even dead." "He's not dead because his hearts still beating you bastard." "I saw you." "I was behind the goal." "You kicked his head in." "He was the best and you're crap!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Catch him?" "No." "What's this about Terry?" "Football." "Sean Avery, Adies number one fan." "I want him nicked." "Yeah of course." "Cheer up (unintelligible)" "Hello Tonia." "My, Justin's grown, isn't he?" "How old is he?" "Two." "Two?" "You're still making ends meet then?" "It's all right Tonia." "I'm just trying to trace a customer, a visitor." "A girl, white, short brown hair, blue jeans, multi-color top, sixteen trying to look twenty." "She was seen leaving your place about half past five yesterday evening." "Thought she might be an old school friend." "I know that you and Darren Matthews went to Denton High School together and she seems to be a mutual friend." "It's all right Tonia." "She's just a, it's just a piece of gravel" "I'm trying to shake out my shoe." "Oh well, on the other hand I can always phone the nick and wait here until they arrive with a search warrant." "I sent her away." "I only did a puff." "Only?" "Yeah well you'll just have to argue that with the Social Services when they find out, not that I would grass on you." "I think you're a good mother." "Her name's Nikki." "Is that a real name or a professional name?" "Both." "She lives in Kennedy house." "I don't know which number." "Thank you." "Hello." "Is that Nikki?" "Oh." "I was just wondering if I could make an appointment?" "Well, you know, as soon as you're free." "What?" "Yeah." "That would be fine." "Fine." "Yeah." "I'll come around down." "Where exactly are you?" "All right." "Right." "Okay." "My name is Jack, by the way." "Nikki." "It's Jack." "Sorry love." "Police." "Oh I see." "What you after?" "Something for nothing?" "No not at all." "I want to know if you've ever seen this before." "It's got prints on, yours may be among them." "This is Darren bloody Matthews, is it?" "He was useless at school and he still is useless." "Sell it to him did you?" "Well if you can call ten quid a sale." "I should have the (unintelligible) to hang on to it." "Well Mr. Drysdale probably would have paid a damn site more than a ten for it." "Yeah." "What?" "Blackmail?" "Blackmail?" "No." "Reward for safe return." "That's all." "But I needed the cash too quick." "You do know who he is?" "Yes." "How did you come by it then, the license?" "(unintelligible)" "Didn't recognize me in the street though." "Gave him quite a shock when we got back here." "(unintelligible) didn't change his mind though." "In fact, he enjoyed it all the more." "Steal from all your punters do you?" "Look, things fall out of people's pockets, especially those who insist on having a shower before they go home, to get clean." "Oh, by the way, have you ever seen this guy before?" "No." "Why, what's he done?" "Probably nothing, ever." "Well I don't know squire maybe you were a damn side happier being Mr. Nobody." "At least It wouldn't matter if you lost a phone number." "Well where do you draw the line, hey?" "Between no ties, no hassle and nothingness?" "Yes?" "Sorry Guv, I thought you had someone in here." "No." "Not really." "Witness statements." "The football club." "Oh yes." "Right." "Did you catch up with Ross?" "Yes no problem, so far it matches all the others." "arrived at the club at two o'clock, hospitality for foreign officials until 2:45." "Normal seat in the stand for the duration of the match, including half time." "Then dressing room congratulations and press conference." "Stayed till the news came from the hospital about Adie." "Went home half past six." "As I say, doing much for muchness." "So basically what we're saying is anyone could have spiked the drink and anyone could have removed the carton?" "That's not my fault Guv." "No." "No." "I'm sorry." "Anyway why are you doing this?" "Where's George Toolan?" "He's gone to pick up Sean Everett." "Who?" "The boy in the market." "Criminal damage and DBH." "Oh yes." "That's right." "I want to have a word with him." "Hero worship can do funny things." "All Paul Gower and Jamie Todd, Adie's mates." "Well the two that seemed to have been at his flat?" "Yeah." "Their address is on the statement." "They share a flat in Beaumont Road." "Yes." "I think I ought to have a word with those two." "All right." "Thank you Hazel." "You better start getting a grip." "It's not your car that was done." "It ain't you that's being kept awake." "Then don't leave your phone by the bed then." "You've been to the hospital." "You've seen Adie." "We're still okay Paul." "So we tough it out, right?" "What else can we do?" "Yeah?" "Detective Inspector Frost." "Yeah I know." "What do you want?" "I want to come in." "I also want to know what "give it back" means?" "Sorry to call so late." "You weren't going out anywhere, were you?" "No." "No." "So." "You two were at Adie's flat Monday night." "Why didn't you report the damage?" "Adie gets overdosed." "His shrine gets desecrated." "Your car gets vandalized." "What next?" "Well the question is, who?" "So what are you going to tell him?" "Huh?" "Just what?" "Everything." "I've had enough." "Okay." "All right." "And what then?" "What do you mean, "What then?" "" What then?" "Does it make us safe, bimbo?" "Any safer than Adie?" "(glass breaking)" "All right, son." "All right." "It's the police." "Me, Jamie and Adie, are in the building game in a small way, just the three of us." "And well we go out and about looking for work." "What?" "Crazy pave your drive love, that sort of thing?" "Nothing wrong with that." "No, no, no." "All right." "There's nothing wrong with that." "Go on." "We come across this place over in Marsham Village," "looked in a bit of a state, roof slates, pointed and such." "So we knocked at the door to see if we could be of service like and this old guy lives there, about 80." "(unintelligible) so we said about the roof slates and" "(unintelligible) naturally we tried it on a bit." "Told him the whole roof needed doing if it was going to look like a decent job, you know." "And he said yeah." "And that's how it started." "You mean you did the whole roof when only a few slates needed replacing?" "Well we didn't do the whole roof." "No." "No but you charged him for it though." "He seemed perfectly happy." "All right." "What was this man's name?" "Adams." "Go on, go on." "Carry on, what happened then?" "We went through the whole house." "Chimneys, roof joists, central heating." "Whatever figure we quoted he just said yeah and paid it." "You mean you renovated the whole house?" "He didn't seem to notice or care." "Just wrote the checks, made us cups of tea and put up with a mess." "And how long did this go on for?" "Three or four months, till his money run out." "How much was it altogether then?" "Hey?" "How much money did he pay you?" "Thirty grand." "I'm not proud of it." "There was nothing illegal." "We give him the estimates." "He accepted them." "We did the work, most of it anyway," "(unintelligible) then a couple of weeks ago this bird turns up on Adie's doorstep." "Turns out she's the old guy's granddaughter just arrived back from New Zealand or somewhere." "Demands the money back." "Adie tells her to spin on his fingers." "Shuts the door." "Then everything starts going ape." "So you think it's his granddaughter causing all the mayhem because she wants the money back?" "Yeah." "She's obviously paid some psycho to do us over." "Well why not then, as you're both scared witless." "Why don't you give her the money back?" "Because we spent it." "Ten grand these days don't last long." "And you reckon it was her psycho that put Adie on the life support?" "You saw what happened to Adie's flat, to my car." "You were here just now, what do you think?" "I think that you two are the lowest forms of animal life I've ever met." "Mr. Adams?" "Yes." "Detective Inspector Frost, Denton Police." "I've come about your building work, Sir." "Oh." "You better come in then." "Thank you." "But I think you'll find that everything is in order." "I didn't know that half the things needed doing, you know." "I'm very lucky they were so on the ball." "Yes." "Do you mind if I have a look around Sir?" "No, of course not." "Thank you." "Kirsty was very cross when she saw it all." "But as I said to her, if she ever wanted to sell the place after I've gone, she'd have no chance if it didn't meet with building regulations and EEC directives, of course." "Oh, of course." "Yeah, girls don't understand these things but you can't just shut your eyes and pretend that the rules don't exist." "Oh no, no, no." "Kirsty that would be your granddaughter, is it?" "Yes that's right." "Over from New Zealand." "Would you like to see her?" "I've got a photo." "She's a lovely girl." "Yes thank you." "Mind the stairs." "They're a bit... the builders had to replace one or two treads and it's a month or two before they settle." "Of course the whole place needs redecorating now and I've no money for that." "None at all." "Oh it doesn't really matter." "It's structurally sound and regulation proof and that's the main thing." "Very pretty." "Yes." "She's lovely isn't she?" "Full of life too." "Quite an athlete, and the only one in the family who keeps in touch." "Still, New Zealand is a long ways away." "Though she's never forgotten her old Granddad." "She used to spend school holidays here, you know?" "Is she staying here now?" "Only off and on." "Traveling and visiting old friends at the moment." "I see." "Would you like to see the rest of the house?" "I've lived here over 60 years you know." "So you think this Kirsty Adams could be responsible?" "No, not for the drug overdose." "I don't no." "Though I do think she's responsible for the property damage." "Todd and Gower seem to think she employed a heavy but I don't know." "It felt like a woman when I tried to nick the paint thrower." "When you see what that scum have done to her granddad's house." "Then she has to be a suspect in the overdose." "She's clearly unbalanced." "I'm attending a fundraising function with Mike this evening." "Who?" "Mike Ross." "I wanted to give him some good news." "Pity." "We've no idea where to find her?" "No idea at all." "Okay." "Maybe she'll finish the job before we can catch her." "I sincerely hope not." "So do I." "Oh Jack?" "Yes." "Nothing on your football team?" "What?" "Denton Athletic." "Just three juvenile cautions between the lot of them." "Except the Chairman's had a couple of run-ins with the England Revenue September the 18th, 1989," "June the 24th, 19..." "Yes, yes, yes." "All right, all right." "Adie Carr's not a tax enforcer though is he?" "I mean just a snidey little git who cons people out of their life savings." "Guv?" "Guv?" "Yeah?" "Colin Drysdale is here." "Ah, hello there Mr. Drysdale." "I was just passing." "Wondered if you'd finished with my driving license?" "Your driving license." "Your driving license." "Yes." "Yes." "Of course." "Yes." "Of course I have." "I, here well you've saved me a journey, saved me knocking on your door and upsetting your, your lady wife again." "There you go." "Thank you." "Your lady wife seems a very loyal and caring person if I may say so?" "Anyway, as I say the other evening, it looks like our man in the river simply picked it up." "And we've established who the woman was where you lost it." "Well that's it as far as we're concerned." "It's all over." "And that is confidential information?" "Oh yes." "Yes." "Unless, of course, you wish to tell your wife yourself sir?" "It was just a one-off you know." "Yes you're right." "Wendy is very caring and loyal." "She's also extremely boring you see." "Is that right sir?" "We could just go for it from the ferry and try to get to Reem's all in one hit or we could meander around a bit." "Go to (unintelligible)" "Do you need anything?" "What?" "To drive in France." "Apart from your license?" "Why don't you push it right through mate, you know, help to prevent crime?" "Hello Jack." "Hello." "I still had the spare keys." "Kate, the cleaners." "Oh right." "Why didn't you phone me at Mum's?" "I lost the phone number and I knew that I couldn't look around because I knew her name wasn't Fisher." "Oh." "I'm sorry." "I had hoped you might phone me." "I'm sorry too Jack but it can't all come from me." "Not all the time." "No, no." "I know, I know." "How is she by the way, your mum?" "Not too good." "Oh, I'm sorry." "I saw the "For Sale" sign for the house outside." "Oh, you are interested in spite of running away last Saturday." "No, I'm interested." "Of course I'm interested." "Well the agent said in its current condition the house could sell for anything between 80 and 100." "(whistle)" "So I thought test the market and find out." "Yes." "Yeah I mean, that's a good idea." "But as I've said several thousand times in the past month, whether you move or not is entirely up to you." "I'm not pressurizing you into anything." "I know it's an option." "But what are the options?" "That's what I want to know?" "Perfectly simple." "You could buy something smaller, a flat." "You could rent or you could find yourself a landlady." "Or we could move in together." "Is that an option that you had in mind?" "Is that why you ran away because you were frightened it might be?" "What happens is it just, it just gets inside your head." "The appendix man was someone's son, brother maybe, husband, even a father." "We all touch someone's hand on our way through the dance." "Yeah." "But there's a difference in touching and holding." "I do appreciate how difficult it is for you, Jack." "Commitment." "After your marriage and everything." "But I've been on the receiving end." "The guy walked out." "Divorce." "Yes." "I know, I know." "But what I'm saying is that I can put that behind me." "I care enough about you to say I'll risk it." "The question is, do you?" "Would you like another glass of wine?" "In a minute." "Come on Sean." "Your mum's worried sick." "Here we are." "Rise and shine." "Do you want the curtains open?" "Please." "All right." "There you are." "I've got to go, unfortunately." "Right." "See you later and you can leave the "For Sale" sign up." "Adie was clean." "Never did drugs in his whole life." "Well nobody's saying that he did, Sean." "It was Blakeway that killed him, big ugly bastard." "Sean." "Adie's not dead." "Never play football again, will he?" "See Blakeway's a moron." "He doesn't understand." "Nobody understands." "Only Mr. Ross." "Understands what Sean?" "Well what Adie was all about." "Well he was a brilliant footballer." "I mean even I understand that." "It was more than that." "He enjoyed it." "He made you feel exhilarated." "I don't know what the word is." "It's just a sheer glory of being good." "I mean you watched him and you know football's totally pointless but it didn't matter." "See." "Because it's just exhilaration." "It's just, that's what you got from watching him." "It was, it was perfection." "In his own way, win or lose, that not matter." "Mr. Ross understands." "He knows how I feel." "I was outside the grounds Saturday night." "He did not tell me to clear off and stop being stupid." "He just left me there." "I mean everyone else had long gone." "He just left me there." "Alone." "When you said that everyone else had long gone, what time would that have been?" "We're talking about what?" "About half past sixish?" "It was dark." "About eight o'clock." "You want to hear about my scoop after all then?" "Service area, N4, taken last week." "That's Bignall, that is Jerry Palmer." "Who?" "Jerry Palmer." "The Manager, Barrington United," "First Division Club, loads of money." "They've had scabs at every Denton game this season, watching Adie Carr." "The point is when Jerry Palmer shakes hands at a Service Station it means a transfer deal is on the table." "Adie was all but on his way to fame and fortune when crunch, the fickle finger of fate chose otherwise." "That's your scoop, is it?" "No." "It's only the beginning." "The thing is," "Jerry Palmer's bums are legendary." "You know, quietly a little back hand to the manager of the other team, help oil the wheels." "Roy Bignall stood to make twenty-five grand." "What?" "Ten percent." "Do you mean that Barrington were going to pay, what?" "Two hundred and fifty thousand pounds for an old git like Adie Carr?" "And pay him two grand a week when he started." "But my Barrington sources tell me that Adie turned it down." "Wouldn't move." "Wanted to hold out in case" "Liverpool or Man United came in for him the real glamour clubs." "So Bignall had 25 grand snatched from his tight little mitt and the kudos of selling on the new star because he's really into selling kudos this Bignall thinks the coach is more important than the players." "He likes control." "That is why he hated Adie's guts." "Oh come on Sandy." "I mean that's all right for the newspapers but really." "That two hundred and fifty thousand pounds though, that would have gone what?" "To Denton Athletic Club, wouldn't it?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Ah George." "There you are." "Ever been to Company house?" "Huh?" "Company house, Carly's." "Give him a ring." "Make an appointment, will you?" "Thanks." "Jog!" "Sorry he's not here." "He's not at home either." "He'll be around tomorrow, won't he?" "Eh?" "The match." "Ah." "Sprint!" "Is this the bus for Twickers?" "Good morning." "Good morning." "Good morning." "Have you two lads looked under your seats?" "Police escort." "No extra charge." "All right lads." "Relax." "Nothing to worry about." "Just yet." "Are you there Granddad?" "Are you there?" "Granddad?" "Would you excuse me a minute?" "Thank you." "May I join you Mr. Bignall?" "Sure." "Thank you." "Never had you down as a football fan." "Me, oh no, not me, No." "It's a team game, isn't it?" "I'm not a team person." "What do you do on journey like this?" "What do you do?" "Do you play cards?" "What do you do?" "Tell jokes, have a chat?" "I like a good story, me, when I'm traveling." "Shall I tell you a story?" "Go head if you want." "Passes the time." "Well once upon a time" "Baron Hardup had this great big castle." "He also had a troop of acrobats." "And every Saturday, all the people would go onto the village green to watch the acrobats perform because they were the finest for miles around and some say they were the finest in the whole of England, especially one acrobat," "the youngest." "Well he could turn so many somersaults without touching the ground that people said that he could fly." "Well this made Baron Hardup very proud." "But although the Baron was proud, he was also a very worried man." "He was." "Because his castle was falling down and he hadn't got any gold in his coffers to repair it." "But then one day a wealthy prince came to visit because he'd heard about the acrobats and especially about the boy who could fly." "Well when he saw, he gasped in wonder just like all the villagers had done." "And he went up to the Baron and he said to the Baron, he said," ""Baron, if you give me the boy that can fly," "I'll give you two hundred and fifty gold pieces. "" "Well the Baron thought with two hundred and fifty gold pieces," "I can repair my castle and live happily ever after." "But the boy didn't want to go with the wealthy prince." "He wanted to stay in the village until the King went to visit because he knew if the King paid a visit, the King would take him back to the royal court and that is where the boy wanted to be." "Well, of course, this made Baron Hardup very angry because he could see that this was his last chance of saving his castle from falling down and the boy wouldn't help." "Even after all the Baron had done for him." "So angry and desperate was the Baron that he lost all reason and he put poison in the boy's cup and the boy never flew again." "Okay lads." "We're here now." "I want your heads up." "We came here to play, yes?" "Yes." "And this one's for Adie." "Yeah." "Am I right?" "Company's house informs us that your main company has a current borrowing requirement of three quarters of a million." "When the offer for Adie Carr came in I," "I really did think my prayers had been answered." "I wasn't going to steal the quarter of a million, just move it around a bit." "It would have gone into the club in the end." "All he had to do was sign." "But Barrington wasn't good enough for a toe rag like him, the local hero." "For what, huh?" "Being able to kick a football." "You work all your life, 24 hours a day and you end up in the hands of someone like that." "And he wouldn't save me." "I actually think he enjoyed saying no." "So I thought all right stuff you." "Let's give you a problem for once." "Stupid." "So stupid." "I just thought he'd go ape and be labeled a drugie for a bit." "I'd just hope he can't remember the way he used to be." "Well there's one consolation." "If he stays in a coma for three hundred and sixty five days, you can't be done for murder." "Make sure you're still here at halftime." "Love, we can talk this out." "My grandfather is dead." "You killed him." "What do you want me to say?" "Thank you." "Like he did, when you conned him out of everything he had." "No, no." "No, no." "Let go." "It's all right." "It's all right." "It's all right." "Well I appreciate your coming in on a Saturday, Sir." "Don't try and patronize me, Jack." "Well?" "Denton won 3-1 I think." "Never mind the game." "What about Mike Ross?" "Hello Norman." "Funny old game isn't it?" "There's still time Guv." "He doesn't have to be buried for months." "Yeah." "Well he can always make a name for himself with the stiffs." "Stiffs." "The reserves." "Don't you know anything about sport?" "It doesn't matter what we can prove against these guys." "It isn't going to be worth the hassle for you." "I know that." "Why do you?" "Any more than pressing charges against you is going to get them anywhere." "Believe me." "I don't think you're going to get your Granddad's money back." "It, it doesn't matter about the money." "Not now." "I know, I'm sorry." "He was a very lucky man to have known someone who cared so much."