A Touch of Frost (1992) s02e02 Episode Script

Come on.
I think you were with Mr.
Gould today, Mary? It's been changed, I'm not so much of the Mary.
So you'd like me to collect you next week then, would you, Mrs.
Haynes? You don't listen, do you? You're all the same, you do-gooders, so busy imitating the angels you just don't listen.
Good night, Angela, thank you for all your help.
My pleasure, Mrs.
Haynes, my pleasure.
You've been in here again haven't you, You've been in here again.
You break my front door, and you are paying for it.
There you are, there's some milk.
They think because you get old, you get stupid.
But they're not having (unintelligible) they're not having it.
Inspector Frost, I wondered if I might have a word.
Yeah, certainly, Mr.
um-- Bright, Mr.
Bright.
Bright.
Bright.
Bright.
yes, Mr.
Bright? This is very embarrassing; Mr.
Frost, and I hope you won't take it amiss.
Oh, well yes, what's that, Mr.
Bright? Well, not to be too fine a point on it, it's your back garden.
I mean, I know we're only very recent newcomers to the neighborhood, and I fully appreciate that you're a very busy man.
Well, you would be in your line of business.
But it really isn't very nice to look out of a bedroom window and -- I know, absolutely you're quite right.
I'll get something done about it, Mr.
Bright.
That's very civil of you.
Oh, I was wanting to have a word with you anyway.
Oh, yes, what is that? Could you give me a push? Someone breaks in and takes the only bit of money she's got.
And what do you people do about it? Eh? Nothing.
All she gets is a follow-up visit from a stupid cop who says, is she all right and would she like a cup of tea.
Just look at the state of her.
She's terrified to go to bed at night.
Do something, all right, do something! Don't waste your time, they're useless! How about this pornography business? Oh, we're very near.
By the end of the week I'll be getting a report.
Jack? Have you got a minute? Yes.
Good morning Gentlemen, what can I do for you? About these old aged pensioners that are getting turned over Senior citizens, please.
I see there was another one two nights ago? Yes, that's right, sir.
Little old lady living on her own.
Someone broke in and took about 18 quid in used fivers Correct me if I'm wrong, but that will be the 16th such break-in in 3 weeks.
Well, I haven't kept count, but you're probably right, sir.
As it happened, I'm exactly right, 16 elderly ladies, most of them robbed of their life savings.
What are we doing about it? What the hell can we do about it? He doesn't leave any forensic, and no one's ever seen him.
I mean, it wasn't so bad if he was taking jewelry and I'm trying to flog it.
I might get a whisper.
But he doesn't, he takes bits and pieces.
He concentrates on cash.
What about the blue van? Oh, yeah, yes, that's right, the famous blue van.
Well, it's something for you to go on, isn't it? Yes, sir.
16 Burglaries, two people, two (unintelligible) said they thought they saw a blue van parked nearby.
The first one said it was definitely a small blue van and the other one said it was a big van, probably blue, but couldn't be certain.
Yeah, well, it's a lead, Jack, of a sort, which presumably you're following up? Yes, sir, but do you realize how many blue vans there are in the Denton area alone? It doesn't matter how many there are.
We have a computer it can churn out the information in seconds.
Yes, sir, we have, and it's already done that.
But what it can't do, it can't go round knocking on doors asking bloody stupid questions.
That comes down to PC plod, and that takes time and that comes out of your budget, sir.
Now if there's nothing else, my sausage sandwich is congealing.
No? Good, thank you.
Are you happy with that sort of negative attitude? What time did you get in? Oh, don't start just don't start.
Why didn't you come to bed? Because I fell asleep down here, all right? Look at the state of you.
Yeah, well, in that case, no.
The milk's still out.
Hmmm? Next door.
The milk's still out.
I can hear her cat behind the door, Iike it's trying to get out.
We've got to see if she's all right.
Oh, just leave it.
Don't be silly, Dean, she's an old lady.
I said leave it.
You don't give a toss about anyone, do you? Not about that old cow I don't, no.
Mrs.
Haynes? Dean! Dean! Dean! Dean! All I'm saying is take it easy.
Oh, come on, Jim, he gets right up my nose.
Make the effort, please? Yes, all right, all right I'll try.
Oh, and Jack, he's a little concerned about the way you dress.
The way I what? Well, you know, your shirts and stuff.
Oh, that's great.
So far today, I've had my garden, my attitude, now my shirts.
Anything else while we're -- Jack.
I know, don't tell me, you don't like the way I parked my car.
Another old girl's been turned over.
This time he beat her up.
Pretty badly by all accounts Is everything in there? Anyone home? In here, Guv.
This is where it happened, is it? They found her in this chair.
They, who are they? The couple next door, W.
P.
Wallace is with them now.
Yes, yes, I know, I saw.
How do you mean chair? She was sitting in this chair.
Oh, I see, so someone comes in and beats her face to pulp and she just sits there, does she? No, I'm saying that's how I found her.
I don't suppose she put up much of a fight.
She's 76 years old and crippled with arthritis.
That's her stick there, is it? Presumably, Guv.
That's how you found her, Ieaning against the chair like that? That's her handbag down there, is it? Like that unopened? That's how we found it.
State of her face, there must have been blood everywhere, but as you can see, the place is immaculate.
No blood, no mess, everything in its place.
He must have tidied up after.
Could have come and tidied my place.
Do we know what's missing, if anything? I had a careful look in her bag.
According to her pension book, she drew her money yesterday, but her purse was empty.
Half was bits and pieces of silver.
Well, maybe she spent it.
She obviously lives well.
There's nearly a quid's worth of food in that fridge.
Find out where she draws her pension.
Check her pension book see how much she drew out.
Some of these old girls, you know, they'll leave it for a couple of weeks, could be quite a bundle.
It's already in hand.
Thought it might be, sergeant.
Just trying to impress you with my laser-like mind.
What about jewelry? Nothing seems to have been disturbed, but again we're checking.
It's whether anybody knows.
She's a widow, no family.
Apart from the cat.
Well, sergeant, what do you reckon? Same bloke you think? I don't see it, Guv.
No? The way she was attacked, the way the place has been left, no forced entry, no, it's a one-off.
Well, hopefully it's a one-off.
Well, if they came in from next door, the chain must have been off.
Maybe she hadn't put it on.
Yeah, that's more like it I suppose.
Jack.
Yes.
Come one, tell me something wonderful.
The lady across the road wants to speak to the man in charge.
I see.
Will I do? No.
37, Mrs.
Barrett.
All right.
Go see what you can find out next door, will you? Listen, I want a team knocking on all the doors.
I want forensic giving us priority, and I want someone sitting by the old girl's bed night and day.
And if I've forgotten anything, I want that done as well, all right? All right.
Oh yes, by the way, in order to keep Mr.
Mullett happy, see if anyone's seen a blue van about, will you? Blue van? Yeah.
37 did you say? Yeah, No.
37.
And then, when I opened the door, I saw her just sitting there with her face, and then I went out and I got Dean and he came in and stayed with her.
Then well, I went across the road to phone the ambulance.
Hers had been cut off, They don't think about emergencies these people do they.
That's all I know.
and the chain, it wasn't on the door? I didn't know she had one, a chain.
Well, I think that's all I need to know for now.
Is she going to be all right? About a 50/50 chance, they reckon.
How can someone do that? Yeah.
I hate poking my nose in, but I thought it might be useful.
I mean, the state of her.
They were having a row, old mother Haynes and that young couple from next door.
Well, they're neighbors they row all the time, don't they? Yes, but it was about her key.
She keeps a spare key hidden in the front garden.
Bloody daft if you ask me.
Well, everybody knows where it is.
But as far as I could make out, she come back, found it moved and was accusing him of taking it.
Well, if everybody knows about it, why pick on him? Well, they've had some trouble before you see.
She'd accused him of going in and poking about while she was down at the hospital.
I see.
And is that likely? I don't know, he's a bit of lay about.
That girlfriend of his looked worried out of her mind.
Still, I suppose he must have done something right, or she wouldn't have stuck with him, would she? So, it was about 5.
00 o'clock last night? About that.
So you didn't see or hear anything after that.
No, not until this morning, when I saw her go into the house.
But not last night? No, I was out.
My fancy man picked me up and we went for a ride in the car.
Oh, your fancy-man, eh? Yeah, and he wants us to get engaged.
Mark View.
I couldn't marry him, even if I wanted to.
Oh? Why's that? Well, I lied to him, didn't I? And if he got married, he'd find out.
Find out about what? I told him I was 67, and I'm really 68.
Well, that is naughty.
I know what they all think.
Silly old cow with a blond wig, painted fingernails, still running after a pair of trousers.
You know, just because you get old, it doesn't mean to say you stop having feelings.
It doesn't mean to say that you really don't want to reach out and feel a warm body lying next to you when you wake up in the morning.
If you wake up in the morning.
Excuse me, will you tell me where Ward 5 is at? Certainly, Through the door and just up the stairs.
How is she? She's opened her eyes, but she's not really with us.
Mrs.
Haynes? If I'm to get the hero that did this, I'm going to need your help.
I'll need a description, anything.
If you understand me, just squeeze my hand.
Why would he do this to her? I don't know, sir.
Perhaps she caught him at it and he panicked or something.
She was half crippled.
She couldn't move.
Thump her on the head, but not like this.
No, Constable, I just don't understand it.
Neither do I, sir.
But then, I don't understand a lot of things I see on this job.
Ain't that a fact, Constable, ain't that a fact.
Turn right when we get to the gate.
Second thought, turn left.
I have something urgent to do at the I-street.
Hello.
She was a miserable old biddy by all accounts.
I can't find anyone with a good word to say about her.
Mind you, she was in a lot of pain with the arthritis.
Yeah, she's in a bloody (unintelligible) of pain now.
Tell me something, when was her birthday? I have the October the 26th, 191 7.
Well, somebody must have liked her.
They gave her a present.
There's some gift-wrapping paper in the bin in the kitchen.
Well, that's useful, Guv.
Trying to be funny, sergeant.
Me Guv, no Guv, I wouldn't dare.
Right.
She collected her pension from the subpost office in Carfield Road.
She was in there yesterday afternoon for the first time in three weeks.
Three weeks money, how much is that? Hundred sixty-five pounds, near enough.
Mostly in new notes, so they have them on record.
Guv? Yes.
urgent message from fingerprints they've got identification.
Dean Will Hoskins, age 24, three previous, burglary, breaking and entering and assault with a knife, and -- Hoskins, that's the bloke next door, isn't it? Do you want him brought in No, of course we don't.
We'd know he was in there, because he was the one that found her, wasn't he? No, he said he found her.
What if he isn't, he says his girlfriend.
I wish someone would let me finish.
All right, carry on, Constable.
And his fingerprints were all over the old girl's handbag.
Good afternoon.
Eh, eh, where do you think you're going? You got no bloody right! Just 'cause he's got a record, when was the last time he did anything, eh? Where you going? What you staring at? Eh, get out, come in my kitch -- oh, you're gonna search the bloody Cornflakes, are you? Get out! Bloody fascist bastards! You're behind with your payments, aren't you, love? So bloody what, so we owe a few bucks.
Does that mean he's going to beat up some old lady? You are sick, you are, that's what you are, you're sick? No, you're just like me, never pay till I get the red one.
Keep them waiting, eh? And for your information, Ms.
Reynolds, it's not because the light of your life here has got a record, it's because his fingerprints were found all over the old lady's handbag.
Yeah, so I was in there.
You know I was bloody in there.
Yes, but I didn't know that you were punching around in her handbag, did I? It was on the floor, all right, I picked it up, what's wrong with that? Why were you touching her handbag in the first place? You heard Son, I said, what were you doing touching her handbag? Jack.
So, one minute you're having a shouting match with her on the doorstep, the next minute you're going in to see if she's all right.
How do you account for that? Because she's a human being, which is more than you are, you smug cow.
We're not standing for this, this is victimization, this is.
Can you tell me what this is doing in your cupboard, Mr.
Hoskins? It's my (unintelligible) money, so what.
Oh, so you put it in the erring cupboard in case the old lady breaks in and nicks it, is that it? Dean? I'll tell you so what, Mr.
Hoskins.
That little old lady withdrew her pension money yesterday, and they recorded all the numbers because they were new notes.
Just like these, Mr.
Hoskins.
So if those numbers and these numbers are the same, that's so what, Mr.
Hoskins? Look, I swear to you, I never touched her.
Then what's this all about? The gospel truth, all right? I never laid a finger on her.
Kathy goes over the road, and I'm standing there.
And I see her handbag, and it's like, it's open with her purse and everything.
I was going to pay her back, for Christ's sake.
I mean, it's not as if she's going to need it, is she? Well, is she? You bastard, you lousy bastard.
Oh, dear, we've got a domestic, sort it out constable.
No, no, don't worry.
I don't know what time I'll be back myself.
No, no, don't do that.
Look, why don't I get some take away.
What's your fancy, Chinese? Uh, no, look, don't tell me now.
I'll give you a ring from there and you can tell me then, okay? Yeah, got to go.
Good-bye, I'll give you a ring.
Sorry, Guv.
I don't know, look at this lot here.
Every day it's the same.
Well, what do you think about our friend Hoskins, is he in the frame or not? Only as a sneak thief, I don't see him as a granny basher.
No, neither do I.
Still, he's the only one we've got in the frame, so we better keep hold of him.
Keep him for a while, you know, make him sweat, teach him a lesson.
I didn't think -- Didn't think what? I didn't think we were in the business of teaching lessons.
I reckon the old girl was beaten about the head with that walking stick.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, wiped clean of all prints, et cetera, traces of blood in the kitchen waste basket.
So he cleans it off and he leaves it resting against the chair as if nothing had happened, apart from changing the shape of her face.
What's this? Oh, single piece of a jigsaw puzzle found wedged down the side of the chair.
No jigsaw puzzle of any sort found in the house.
So, he beats her up and he doesn't take anything.
Far as we know he didn't take anything.
You're right, as far as we know.
Which means what? He was either disturbed or he panicked, couldn't find anything.
Unless he didn't want anything in the first place.
Alright, Come on, I'm tired.
That's it.
Good night sergeant.
Good night, Guv.
You don't fancy a drink, do you? All right, there you go.
Oh God, I just remembered, I forgot to pick up my stuff from the launderette.
Oh Dear.
No, that's all right, that's all right, should be able to make it.
I shall have to I haven't got a clean shirt in the house.
Cheers.
Cheers.
Well, how am I doing? Guv? How am I treating you? Well, you just bought me the last G&T.
I had a lecture from horn-rimmed Harry about how I should treat a female officer who was unfortunate enough to get herself posted as my bagman, person, bag person.
You know, quality arrest man and that stuff.
Ah.
Actually, if the truth be known, I think that Mr.
Mullett was hoping that you'd be the sort of woman that immediately I bought her a large gin and tonic would think I was trying to get into her knickers.
I saw you buy George Toolan a Cumpare and soda the other night I'd hate to think you were trying to get into his.
How do you mean, hoping? Mr.
Mullett? I was being indiscreet.
You, Guv? Can't believe that.
Yes.
Mr.
Mullett and I share I think what's commonly known as a lack of understanding.
Yes, yes, I've heard about it.
Mm.
It's only my medal that keeps me afloat.
Yes, I've heard about that, too.
If I do find there's a problem, and it does happen you know, then I'll tell you, not him.
I'll drink to that.
Hello, Mr.
Frost? Yes, here.
Telephone.
Frost? You'll have to speak up.
10 Jubilee Street.
Upstairs bedroom, the old girl's dead.
Come on Sergeant, up you go.
Sergeant, if you've been a bloke, you keep your eyes open.
If you don't mind my saying, Guv, don't you think breaking into someone's house on the say-so of an anonymous phone call is a bit of a liberty? Yes, you're quite right, sergeant.
I'm getting too bloody old for this sort of thing.
Next time, you wear a pair of trousers.
Oh, my God.
What do you mean? It's for his own good.
Look, she's been dead four weeks, and he's still trying to feed her.
He needs help.
But that is precisely my point.
Why are you arresting him? We're not arresting him, we're taking him into care because if we don't do that he's going to be in an even worse state, isn't he? What's all this then? You ain't going to believe this.
I'd gone by to pick my stuff up from my laundry, some buggers gone and nicked it.
Your stuff? Yes, all of it.
That's what I call a desperate criminal.
I had to call into the market.
(unintelligible) Look at this, look, look.
Two shirts for a tenner.
That can't be bad, can it.
Quality gear though.
Yeah I can feel.
Look if you -- Where are they all off to then? Brighton.
Lunch, theater matinee, fish and chips, tea.
Not bad, eh? Although I'd rather be 18 and off to the Pale.
Right.
Listen, while you're here, you wouldn't help me move this piano, would you? Yes, of course.
Thanks.
Where would you like it? Just out in the back, please.
What can you tell me about Mrs.
Haynes? Oh, yes, poor Mrs.
Haynes.
I called in at the hospital yesterday evening.
They don't seem very hopeful.
What do you want to know? Well, anything you know about her.
Not a lot really.
She's been a member of the club for what, two, maybe two and a half years.
No relatives as far as I know.
Is she the sort of woman, who would open the door to a stranger would you say? Oh, no, definitely not.
She's got rather a suspicious nature, I'm afraid.
Well, let's face it she can actually be very difficult.
A lot of the old people here are very friendly with each other, popping into each other's houses and so on.
But I don't think Mrs.
Haynes ever invited anyone back to her place.
How did she get here to the club? We have a team of volunteer drivers.
Someone would have collected her and then taken her back.
Do you know who took her home this week? Angela, Mrs.
Newcombe.
Mrs.
Newcombe.
Right, thank you.
Anything else I can help you with while I'm here? Well, there's the chairs.
By the way, how you making out with our Moire? Moire? Two teas and a bacon sandwich.
Moire Larsen, Detective Sergeant Larson, the one with the long hair and you knows.
Oh, Moire? That's her name, is it? She's good news as it happens Mm, she's a good looker.
I hope you don't find yourself tempted? What, (unintelligible), with a junior officer.
Mullett would love that wouldn't he? Actually Jim, I've lost the urge, you know, women? What's that? Growing up or growing old, you reckon? Now you've had a rough old year.
Oh Christ, is that the time, Iook, I'm off to court, see ya.
Alright, see ya.
Hello.
Hello.
Hope I didn't give you any trouble Iast night with your boyfriend? Sorry? You know, getting you in late.
Oh, yes, no, no, everything was fine.
You know, all the time that we were together, my wife never realized that she wasn't just married to me she was also married to the job.
Not that I didn't take advantage of it, you know, use it as an excuse.
Just like with those blokes in the pub last night.
Pub last night.
Elliott.
I knew it would come to me, Bernard bloody Elliott.
Come on.
Hello, Bernard.
Haven't you got anything a bit more cheerful? Hello, Mr.
Frost, nice to see you.
Bloody liar.
Is that your van over there? The blue one? Yes, yes it is.
Yes, the blue one.
Haven't told (unintelligible) that you painted it, have you, you little tinker.
They've got it down as a white one, so do we.
Oh yes, sorry.
What were you doing in that house last night, Bernard? What house? Come on, Bernard.
I know that it was you that phoned me, because I recognized your voice.
Not at first, I must admit.
But then I'm not as bright as I once was.
Neither are you.
Come on, you were turning it over, weren't you, Bernard? Certainly not.
Oh, come on, the only way that you would have known about Mrs.
Tutankhamun was if you'd have been in the house.
And you didn't go through the front door you went through the window like I did.
Now come on, don't mess me about, Bernard, you know how irritable I can get.
All right.
I was in there, seeing what I could find.
And I found her frighten the life out of me.
Yeah, well, didn't do my laundry much good, I can tell you.
What? Bernard, what is this? Where did that come from? I'll tell you where it came from, it came from a Mrs.
Redgrave who was burgled three weeks ago.
Well, listen, we've had quite a run on these burglaries.
And what I want to know is, are they down to you.
Now a simple yes or no will suffice.
And this is police brutality week, so think carefully.
So how long you in the burglary business, then? Not long really.
That's why I haven't given you a tug before.
I had you down as a 9 to 5 man.
Well, things haven't been good.
My daughter's getting married in a couple of months.
Oh, dear, you buggerd that up, haven't you, Bernard.
Should have thought of that before you went around robbing little old ladies.
There is the chance of bail I suppose.
There's always a chance that England, will beat Germany, 6 nill.
Well, he's put his hand up to 16 burglaries, and one attempted if you include last night's date with sleeping beauty.
Excellent, excellent.
Yes, sir, I thought you'd be pleased.
Well, let's face it, that improves this month's clear up rate by about, what 1.
5 percent? And you're quite sure he wasn't involved in this assault on Mrs, whatever her name is? Haynes? No, no, sir, no, no, it's not his style.
Oh, by the way, sir, you were absolutely right.
He did have a blue van.
Desmond? It's your mother.
You said you were going to phone me.
Fat chance of that, I don't think.
Where are you? Off on one of your fancy business trips, I suppose.
If your father were -- (doorbell) hold on, you'll have to wait.
There's someone at the door.
Might even be you.
My lucky night.
Jack? Shirley.
Shirley Fisher? Yes, of course.
Sorry, I was miles away.
How are you? I'm fine.
You? Yes, yes, yes, fine How's the smoking? Oh, it's okay.
Still got no confidence you know.
Which way are you going? Oh, same as me.
Well, did you ever get that new car? Oh, I decided against it.
I didn't really need it.
How about you, did you get a new washing machine? No, same thing, really.
I got a season ticket to the late night launderette.
You looking after yourself, then? Yes, oh, yes.
I take baths and everything.
You'd be amazed.
Well, it's okay.
It still feels a bit strange Iiving on my own.
You get used to it, eventually.
I go this way.
It's real nice seeing you.
Yes, yes, yes.
You, too.
By then, Jack.
Glad you're all right.
Yes, thank you.
Uhm, uhm, uhm? Maybe we could have a meal or something sometime if you're not, you know.
That'd be very nice.
Good.
Well, I'll give you a ring.
Okay.
Well? No good, sir.
Did she say anything? Nothing I could make sense of.
Who's that in there with her? Someone from the church, a Mrs.
Newcombe.
Well, look, there's no point in both of us staying here.
Good night.
Good night, sir.
Hang on.
Newcombe, Newcombe, did you say.
Yes, Angela Newcombe.
She drove her home.
Mrs.
Newcombe.
She's old and she's lonely.
Sometimes loneliness turns to bitterness.
It comes like a cancer, really, it takes over.
She'd be even lonelier if it wasn't for the likes of people like you.
I don't do much, just fetching and carrying really.
Not like some of them.
Some of the helpers are wonderful, really wonderful they do so much.
And I don't mean people like me, people who don't have children or a family.
I mean people who -- You don't know what time it is, do you? Do you know what time it is? I'm sorry John.
The Medwins, we're supposed to be at the Medwins.
Oh, my God, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm just about sick and tired of playing second fiddle to these laying dogs of yours, do you understand me? Do you understand me? Excuse me, sir, it was my fault, you see.
I was asking -- Who are you? Oh, John.
I asked him.
Detective Inspector Frost.
Denton C.
I.
D.
, sir.
Oh, I see, about Angela's old lady.
Yes, that's right sir.
Do you need to ask my wife any more questions? No, sir, as a matter of fact I don't.
Then we needn't detain you, need we? No.
Good night, Mrs.
Newcombe.
Good night, sir.
It was every time it happens like this.
Every time there's anything important.
Every single -- Done that.
Done that.
Not doing that.
Oh, yes, Newcombe, John Newcombe.
See what you can find out about John Newcombe for me, will you? Who is he? He's the husband of one of the helpers down at St.
what's it, where the old lady went.
Anything in particular? No, other than I don't like him.
Oh, well, in that case I'm sure we can find something to put him away for a year or two.
Just find out about him for me, will you? Oh, I've had some terrible nights lately.
Three hours and that's my lot.
Last night, I thought, right, I'll have a nice early night.
Nice drop of scotch, get myself eight hours.
What happens? Two o'clock this morning I'm wide awake again.
I suppose you were out on the town with your fellow, is it? Yeah, we did go out for a meal, yeah.
I think that's what I need really.
A bit of company.
I've had offer.
Well I made an offer.
the thing is though -- Hey, listen to me.
This is your fault, sergeant.
If you'd been a bloke I wouldn't be going on like this.
Frost? Good morning Jack.
Morning.
He did it properly this time.
Must be getting his hand in.
Oh dear.
Mrs.
Alex Ryder, 76.
She's a widow.
Got a son that lives in Denton.
Name of Desmond.
Tried to contact him.
I borrowed her Daily Mirror yesterday afternoon, just before she went off to bingo.
Thursday's her bingo afternoon, she gets back about 7.
About half 9, I knock on her door to give it back, but there's no answer, so I stick it in her letterbox.
Well, I'm going for me walk this morning, and it's still in there.
That's funny, I thought.
So I knock on her door and I still don't get no answer, so I let myself in.
I've got a spare to her flat, she got one to mine just in case.
And so there she is.
So I phoned you up.
Look, would you fancy a cup of tea.
No, thanks, I've had one, but go on, you go ahead.
So she didn't have her security chain on the front door then? She didn't have no chain.
Oh, yes, she's got one, all right.
Brand new too, by the looks of it.
Damn me, I'm getting old.
I never noticed it.
I knew she was having one fitted like, because she said her son was worried about all these burglaries that been going on.
Not worried enough to spend a bit of time with her though, eh? Do any of them.
Where's the pathologist? Been and gone.
He'll phone you this afternoon with the time for the autopsy.
Oh, nothing missing.
Everything cleaned and tidy, just like the other one.
I don't know, 50 quid in her purse, and nothing in the fridge.
My mother was just the same after the old man went, always putting something by for a rainy day.
Rather die of cold than spend money on a decent sweater.
Getting old and frightened and ignored.
Something to look forward to, isn't it, sergeant? What you're saying is there's every possibility we have a serial killer here in Denton.
Well, if the first victim dies, and there's every chance she will, that's what we're saying, yes.
We've got to tread very carefully on this one.
The last thing you want is panic.
Well, panic is what you're going to get unless you can keep the press in check.
We've been holding them off all morning.
What we need to do is give the public our side of things, reduce the panic syndrome.
I'll get in touch with social services, arrange to have some liaison work, have the usual notices and warnings put out and so.
What we need, sir, is one of your television appearances? Yes, I'll get on with that.
I need to be kept properly informed on this one, Jack.
No scribbled notes, up to the minute information.
Best of all of course a quick result.
This is our number one priority.
He's got to be caught before he kills again.
Right, what have we got? Okay, quiet, please, everyone listen.
Let's have your concentration up here on this board.
I want you to take a look at these pictures.
This is Mary Haynes, age 77, this is Alice Ryder, age 76.
Because ladies and gentleman, I just want to show you the sort of man that we are dealing with.
Now, he's done this twice.
If we don't find him and find him quick, he's going to do it again.
Because a man who's capable of this sort of thing is a mental case, and he's not going to stop until someone stops him, right? Now why these? Why these two old ladies in particular, hmm? Does he attack at random, or is there a link, you know, is there a common denominator? Well, let's think about it? What do we know about them? Well, they're both women, right? They're both old ladies, they're both widowed, and they both live alone.
And they both opened the door to someone they knew, someone they trusted.
All right, now apart from family and friends, you wont see many of them about by all accounts.
Who else? Who else would they open the door to that they knew that they trusted? That's what we want to know.
Now, come on, let's have some ideas, come on, think.
Well, the doctor, home visitor.
Social services, meals on wheels.
Gas man, electricity.
Someone from the church, vicar or priest or someone.
Good, good.
Come on, anybody else, any other ideas? Nope? That it? All right, well, there's a sign of the times for you.
I asked you to give me a list of all the people they might trust, and not one of you mentioned a bloody policeman.
All right, all right, now come on, Iet's get on with it.
I want you to chase them all, anyone, anyone else that you can think of.
Now, George, what about dry cleaners, Iaunderettes, and that sort of thing? No, there's nothing there Governor.
All right, keep that, it's something that might turn up.
Any joy with the neighbors? No, Guv, deaf and dumb as usual.
Oh, there is one thing.
Some kid reckoned he saw a car, dark, blue saloon, pretty sure it was a Vexor.
A Vexor? Didn't we have a Vexor with the other old lady? A Vexor or a Ford.
You asked me to check on Newcombe, Guv.
Sorry, who? Newcombe, the husband of the woman who works at the old people's club.
Oh, right, yes and? He's an architect, no record, nothing known.
Bet you a pound to a penny, he knocks her about a bit, though.
Anything else? There is one thing, Guv.
We keep saying he, the killer.
Why couldn't it be a woman? That's wonderful, thank you.
One of the hoses had perished and come loose.
It's that bad? No, no, not at all.
I've tightened the clip for now, but the best thing you can do is to take it into your local garage and ask them to fit a new one.
Are you all right, Mrs.
Newcombe? Yes, of course.
Why do you ask that? Well, you just look like there's something bothering you.
It's just that I'm running a bit late, that's all.
I wanted to get home before my husband.
He worries about me.
Off you go, then.
Thanks again.
Apart from my mother, there were two other messages on the machine.
One at 8.
.
1 5, the other at 9.
.
00 o'clock.
It's all right, take your time, Mr.
Ryder.
I'm all right now, thank you.
Please.
So you were saying there were two other calls on the machine, one at 8.
.
1 5 and the other at 9.
.
00 o'clock.
That means that your mother must have phoned you sometime between the intervening 45 minutes.
Yes.
I put the time of her death somewhere between 9.
.
00 and 1 1 :00 o'clock.
What you're saying is that whoever she answered the door to is the one who attacked her? No, I'm not saying that definitely, sir, no.
But it is a distinct possibility.
She wouldn't answer the door to someone she didn't know.
I was always -- I was always very firm with her about that.
I was -- I don't suppose you brought the tape with you, did you, sir? No, I'm sorry.
That's all right.
I'd like to borrow it if I may.
The sergeant here will go back with you.
Thank you very much.
That's all, sir.
One more thing, Mr.
Ryder.
Where were you last night? Me? You suspect me? I'd be happy if I had anyone to suspect.
It's just a question of elimination.
I was in Newcastle, at the Queensway Hotel.
Here's the receipt.
Thank you, sir.
I'd like it back.
I'll need it for my expenses claim.
Right.
Let's try it again.
Oh, I don't know.
If your poor dear father was alive -- First doorbell.
oh, hold on, you'll have to wait, there's someone at the door, might even be you.
She puts down the receiver goes to the hall Slow down, slow down, remember she's an old lady.
There's the second doorbell.
She gets to the door, she looks through the spy hole.
She says something.
She says something again there.
She's saying something else, but now she draws the first bolt.
Then she draws the second bolt.
She takes off the chain, opens the lock, opens the door.
And she says something to him.
He says something to her.
She invites him in, because then she closes the door.
There it is, comes along the hall, she leaves him in the hall, picks up the receiver, and the tape runs out.
Well, definitely someone she knew, definitely someone she was afraid of.
Pity we can't hear what she said at the door.
Yeah.
Play it again, play it again.
This time, just the sounds of her doing the door, and as loud as you can, please.
The chain.
Sorry? No sound of the chain being taken off.
Well done, sergeant.
Very good of you to spare me the time, Mr.
Proctor.
It's nice to be of some use for a change.
So then, what's it all about? When I spoke to you earlier, you said that you knew that Mrs.
Ryder was having her chain fitted because her son was worried about her.
Something like that, yeah.
When did she tell you this? Oh, be about last Tuesday -- no, Wednesday, I was taking her paper back, and he'd run up while I was there, checking to see if she'd done something about it.
And I overheard that.
So he was getting it fixed for her, was he? No, that's it, you see.
That's what? That's what she was going on about.
I mean, that's how I know, she was saying, don't bother, I'll get it done myself, fat lot you care.
That sort of thing, you know, the usual lodgy, dodgy.
Anyway, once he run off, I said to her, I said, listen, if you want a chain fitted, I'll do it.
No thank you, she said, the bloke from bingo's already offered.
So I think, right, suit yourself.
Bloke from bingo? I think she meant one of the drivers.
What drivers? Well, they lay out a little coach for the ROPs, picks them up and brings them home.
Did she have a regular driver? Don't know, I've never seen him.
sometimes they have women drivers.
Oh, So you don't go yourself, then? Bingo? I don't believe in gambling, mug's game.
Besides, I never bloody win anything.
Why don't you ask her? I don't know, just one of those (unintelligible) Did you like her? Yeah, very nice.
She got any ties? Divorced.
Well, then.
Well, the thing is, What I'm trying to say I suppose is, say I took her out for a meal or something, I don't want her getting the wrong idea, you know.
And then, you know, what do you think? What's the worst thing that can happen? You take her out, you have a bad couple of hours, you say goodbye, you never see her again.
Go on, risk it.
Do you want to give your fellow a ring, tell him you're going to be late? No, that's all right.
And by the way, it isn't my fellow.
I live with someone, but it isn't a fellow.
Oh, oh, I see.
I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea.
All right, Guv.
All right, yeah, yeah.
Right, I'll be there thanks bye.
Right, sorry about that, where were we? Come on then George, off you go.
The main bingo run contract is with Super Swift Coaches, but they subcontract the work out to other firms on a day-to-day basis.
These are they.
Now, each firm has to rotate their drivers for its various runs, so you wouldn't necessarily get the same driver each time.
And not only that, most drivers are self-employed, so that the same drivers could do work for different firms.
Yeah, all right, look, skip the hors' devours George, get down to meat and veg, would you? Well, we've run all the names and duty routers through the computer so that we could eliminate all those who definitely couldn't be in the frame when the attacks took place.
Yeah? Now, we've come down to four possibilities.
David Allen Hardwick, 38, married, two children.
Thomas Reilly, 41, married, no children.
Patrick Robert O'Connell, 33, married, one teenage daughter, and Ronald William Gould, 35 and single.
Now, I've still got a lot more checking to do, but apart from anything else, most drivers swap around with each other and they don't tell the Government.
But anyway, as it stands at the moment, the only one who was definitely off duty at the time of both attacks is Mr.
Gould.
But he's a very cheery sort of bloke by all accounts.
All the old dears love him.
Right, I'll be off now gran.
How you getting on with your new puzzle? You got eyes don't you? (unintelligible) going to change my book.
Of course I wont.
Don't you think you should hedge your bets a bit? No, I don't, Jim, I really fancy this one.
You got nothing on him.
Then I'll find something.
This is our boy, I know it is.
That's your famous gut reaction, is it? Yeah, that's guts, isn't it, Jim.
You get ulcers, I get reactions.
Yeah, well, let's hope you get results as well.
Look, if you really fancy him, don't blow it, eh, Jack, don't pull him in until you've got good solid evidence.
I want every available man on him.
I want him watched 24 hours a day.
I want to know everything there is to know about him.
I want his photograph shown to all these neighbors.
Excuse me, Guv.
If he's bad news, I don't want to hear it.
It's the connection, Guv.
Gould knew the two old ladies because he takes them to the bingo.
So? Only one of them was a member of the club.
What are you talking about? They both had membership cards.
They were in their handbags, the Mecca Bingo Club.
Yes, but Guv, one of the membership cards ran out two years ago.
Mrs.
Haynes, she stopped going because of her arthritis.
All right, Jack? Hold on, hold on.
What happened to the bits and pieces.
There you go.
So she went to the hospital? Yes.
But how did she get there, a woman in her condition? They would have sent an ambulance.
No, not necessarily, my son, because they have a team of volunteer drivers who help the ambulances out when they're too busy to pick up patients.
I know because I had a volunteer driver pick up my wife.
Well? They don't keep a record of individual pickups, they get too many for that.
All they can say is that one of the drivers who was on duty when Mrs.
Haynes last attended for treatment was a Mr.
R.
W.
Gould.
Excuse me Sir, can I have a word? Go ahead, sit down? I've been feeding some details into the national computer.
Oh, constable, you know how I hate computers.
There's one way to catch criminals, and that's good old-fashioned police work.
That means beating the hell out of some poor sod till he signs a fake confession.
I was looking for similarities, age of victim, method of assault.
I know all that.
Two years ago in Plymouth there were three identical killings.
Old ladies living on their own, beaten to death.
The first killing took place on the 26th of March.
Mm? Same date as the attack on Mrs.
Haynes.
The third killing, the last, took place a month later.
No one was ever arrested, books are still open.
They're sending the details down to us.
There's an, and attached to this, I just know there is And Gould used to live in Ivory Bridge, which is ten miles outside Plymouth, moved here about 18 months ago.
She really is a lovely old lady, that one, right, then, sir.
Where to? How about the police station? Detective Inspector Frost.
I wonder if you could spare me five minutes of your time please, sir? Oh, thank you very much, sir.
She does love her milk and biscuits.
Uh-huh.
Well, we all have our funny little ways, don't we? Yeah, that's true.
That's why I asked if you wouldn't mind coming back here.
She gets very upset if I'm not back when I said I'll be, silly old girl she is, my gran.
As I was saying, sir, it's just a matter of me finding out as much as I can about Mrs.
Haynes and Mrs.
Ryder.
I understand that they were very fond of you, sir.
They trusted you a great deal.
And I was wondering if one of them might have said something that just might help me with my inquiries.
Well, of course, I'll be of any help that I can, but I can't help but think-- When I said, were, Mrs.
Haynes is still alive of course Yes, I've been in to see her a couple of times.
Oh, really? That's funny, the officer didn't mention anything.
I've got an officer there 24 hours a day, just in case.
Well, I didn't actually go in.
I just wanted to see her, and I could see through the door that she was still unconscious.
I'm hoping that she might be able to tell us something.
But between you and me, not holding my breath about it.
It's very unlikely that she's going to make a recovery.
Yes, so I understand.
But to be frank with you, Mr.
Gould, if I can't get a positive identification on this one I'm up the creek.
Well, very nice.
Thank you very much sir.
Very nice.
You'd be surprised how difficult it is to get a decent cup of tea on this job.
As I understand it, you were one of the last people to see Mrs.
Haynes alive, sir.
I don't think so.
Oh, yes, you were the one that drove her back from the senior citizen's club? No, not me, Inspector.
Yes, one of my officers told me it was always you.
Well, usually, yes, but this week it was Mrs.
Newcombe.
No, no, no, no, no.
Mr.
Gould, they said Mr.
Gould, because he's the only one that would put up with her they say.
Well, she wasn't that bad, you know, she was quite a dear old lady, really.
Is.
Sorry.
She is a dear old lady.
She isn't dead yet, sir, not clinically, anyway.
I'll just take this up to gran.
Yes, yes, all right, sir.
All right.
Yes.
She was in the louvre.
How long have you lived with her? Oh, forever.
You never thought of getting married, then? When the right person comes along.
Do they ever? Do they ever? Your parents still alive, are they? No, no, they died in a motoring accident.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It's a long time ago.
I don't really remember them.
I see your gran's a bit of a jigsaw puzzler.
Oh, yes, it's amazing really, what she can do by touch.
These are not like normal pieces, though, are they, these jigsaw pieces, a bit thicker? I make them especially for her.
Oh, yes? It's a hobby of mine.
I've got a little workshop out in the back.
Well, I say workshop, it's the end of the garage, really.
But it's very well equipped, everything I need, really.
Would you like to have a look? As I said, everything I need really.
Ooh, just lock the door and forget your troubles, eh? Yes.
Yes, well it's.
It's very impressive, very, very impressive.
What's this? Oh, that's a little intercom I rigged up so that I can hear gran if she needs me.
Oh.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you this, sir.
Can you tell me where you were on the two nights in question? Well, yes, I was here.
Well, outside in the garage; my grandmother can confirm that, of course.
Yes, yes, of course.
Well, I don't think I need waste any more of your time.
If you do think of anything.
Yes, of course.
Thank you sir.
Oh, there is one thing that occurs.
Did you by any chance give one of your jigsaw puzzles to Mrs.
Haynes? Oh, yes, I did actually.
I gave them to several of my old ladies.
They don't get many presents, some of them.
why do you ask? It's just that I found a piece of jigsaw down the side of her chair, and it only registered because it was unusual, you know, it was a rather thick one.
Oh.
Well, that's cleared up another little mystery.
That's the trouble with my job you get suspicious of your own shadow.
Oh, I see that you've got a chain fitted, a good solid one.
Did you do that? Yes, months ago.
Oh, I see.
That reminds me, when you delivered your present to Mrs.
Ryder, did she have the chain on the front door? It was Mrs.
Haynes, not Mrs.
Ryder.
Yes, of course it was, I'm sorry, yeah.
Ronald? Ronald? Yes, here I am, gran.
(unintelligible) I'm sorry, I thought you said -- You're useless! You are useless! You always have been and you always will be.
Can't do anything right, can you? There's only one word for you.
Useless! You just missed him actually.
He was delivering for our bring and buy on Saturday.
It is a bit of bad luck.
Anything I can do? No, no, I just wanted a quick word to try to piece together what happened the day Mrs.
Haynes was attacked.
Helps you out a lot, does he, Mr.
Gould? Oh, yes.
Well, like today, for instance.
He must have made three or four trips Ioading and unloading.
And he does some bits of decorating, helping out with the boiler, keeping it well stocked and so on.
Sounds quite a little treasure.
What people used to call a Christian before it became politically -- sorry, I've just got to get that phone.
Alright.
Okay, bye.
Sorry about that.
There's always something that has to be done yesterday.
I'm sure you find the same.
It's that sort of world, isn't it, Vicar? Tell me something, some of the clothes you get must be too old, dirty or even stained to sell? we burn them sometimes.
We shove them straight into the boiler.
Oh, useful things, the old coat burning boiler.
Consumed by flames gets rid of most things, eh, Vicar? The old clothes, verminous clothes, bloodstained clothes? Even a body should the occasion arise.
I'm sorry, I don't know what-- Vicar, How much is this jacket? All right, what have you got? You've got an opportunity, you think you've got motive, and you've got damn all else? I've collected all known intelligence, which includes a psychiatric report, and it makes very interesting reading.
A nut case he might be, stupid he is not.
He'll have an answer for everything, you can bet your life on it.
It's all in those reports Jim, read it.
Look, I'm tired, and I want to go home.
I'll read it first thing tomorrow.
He's our man, Jim, I know he is.
Go home, the pair of you.
All right.
Okay, here by the way, what do you think of my new jacket? Very nice.
Made in Czechoslovakia.
Not surprised.
Four pound, fifty.
Drive a hard bargain, these Czechs.
No, no, no, no, no.
Got it off the Vicar.
Oh, it's nice to see Mr.
Mullett's having some effect upon you.
Mullett nothing, I've got a date.
Thank you.
Now I know why they call it happy hour.
Anyway, cheers.
It's good to see you again.
Anyway, I've booked a table at -- what's the name of it again? Lorenzo's.
Lorenzo's.
Another recommendation.
Oh, it's very good.
Oh, have you been there? Once or twice.
It's good then, is it? It's very good.
Oh, good.
It's an Italian restaurant.
The owner's Spanish.
Oh, I didn't know that.
I mean, the owner's Spanish.
Well, that's what they say anyway.
Are you still living in the same place? In the house, the house, yes.
Yeah, I thought about moving, but I couldn't really get my mind to it.
That's what I suppose been avoiding it, really, you know, the hassle.
It's okay.
It's okay.
What happened to that, no, sorry.
No, don't mind at all.
No, no, no, you said, go on.
Well, you said there was someone else.
I just wondered what happened to her, the way you talked about her.
I'm sorry, you didn't say her name.
Eileen.
Eileen.
I got the impression that you and she -- No, no, no.
No, I haven't spoken to Eileen since Mary died, or before even.
What I suppose I should have done, really.
Maybe that's what it was all about.
I mean, if Mary hadn't been as ill as she was, I would have gone.
I would have left her.
But then when we found out she was as ill as that and she was dying.
And well, when she died, somehow the thought of getting in touch with Eileen was wrong, and I don't know.
I thought maybe she wouldn't want to know any more anyway.
Hey, what is this? The last time I took you out, I seem to remember that I bended your ear for three and a half hours.
You don't need it all again.
No, but I think you might.
It's that obvious, is it? It wasn't meant as a criticism.
Well, Iet's have another.
Again please.
Cheers.
Cheers.
Excuse me.
Is there a problem? No, no, no, no.
It's all right.
It's the old lady that was in hospital, she's just died.
I thought you had on a date? I know, so did she.
(unintelligible) eh, Guv? Yeah, how did you know, anyway.
It's all around the, Nick.
Let's face it, Governor.
He's not going to come out of there.
Like you say, he's might be mad, but he's certainly not stupid.
Well, I'll just have to give him the nudge, then, won't I? Hello, Mrs.
Archer, it's Detective Inspector Frost.
Do you remember I was here a couple of days ago? Well, what do you want? I'd like a quick word with Ronald, if I may? Oh, well, suppose you'd better come in.
Won't take a minute.
He's in the garage.
Oh, I see you've had a chain fitted.
Get someone in, did you? He did it last week.
Oh, had to have had it fitted longer? I just said, didn't I? Ronald? Perhaps he's gone out.
Oh, he's there all right.
Got that machine of his on.
Does that mean that he can't hear? That's what it means, yes.
Does he often have the machine on? Of course he has it on.
Why else do you think he goes out there, in his blooming workshop? Spends a lot of time, does he? Oh, I think he'd live out there, given half a chance.
Maybe he's got a young lady out there.
Him? Huh! Still, not very nice for you, is it? Little old lady in here on her own, you could have an accident, couldn't you? I mean, you could trip over something.
He wouldn't know anything about it.
Strange, really.
He doesn't strike me as that sort.
What do you mean, that sort? Well, everyone I know speaks very highly of him.
Says he's very caring.
Yes? Why does he spend all this time out there then? Do you know what I think? I think he uses that machine as an excuse.
I think he can hear me half the time, just wants to have me suffer.
Why would he want that? Oh, I know what I'm talking about.
I know what I'm talking about, believe me.
Ronald? Ronald, come in here.
I want you.
Him and his Vicar, and his old ladies and his bingo club.
Oh, yes, can't do enough for them, can he? But who has to sit here, twiddling their thumbs night after night.
Oh your here are you? What's happening? Why are you bothering my gran? She's not well.
She's an old lady.
It was you I came to see actually, Mr.
Gould? Why, what do you want? Oh, I just came to tell you that, I think she's going to be all right, Mrs.
Haynes? Well, how do you mean, all right? Oh, she's recovered consciousness.
The doctor says I'll be able to talk to her first thing tomorrow.
And as I know that you've been very worried about her, I thought I'd just drop by and let you know.
Oh.
Yes.
Sorry if I butted in.
That's all right, I'll find my own way out.
Oh, there was just one thing.
Do you remember that I told you I found a piece of a jigsaw puzzle down the side of Mrs.
Haynes' chair, and you told me that you'd given Mrs.
Haynes a jigsaw puzzle as a present.
Do you remember telling me that, Mr.
Gould? Yes, yes, of course I do.
Well, when you gave that little present to Mrs.
Haynes, would that have been on the Thursday? What's he talking about? It's all right, Gran, it's all right.
You see, I found some wrapping paper in the bin.
Yes, it would have been actually, when I called to collect her.
That's odd, didn't find any trace of a jigsaw puzzle except this one piece.
No, you wouldn't have found it, because I took it back.
You took it back? Why would you do that? Well, to tell you the truth, we had a little tiff.
Oh, you had a little tiff.
What do you mean, you had a row, did you? No, no, not a row, no.
We just -- to be honest with you, she turned on me.
Turned on you.
How's that? I don't want to talk about it, if you don't mind.
We just had a slight disagreement, that's all.
You lost your temper, did you? That's right, gran I lost my temper.
Yeah, always did have a temper, this one.
Careful now, gran, you'll get me into trouble.
(unintelligible) no, don't you worry, Mr.
Gould, no.
After what your grandmother's told me here tonight, it's a good job you're not on my list.
How do you mean? What has she told you tonight? Well, you told me that you were in your workshop on both nights in question.
And you said that your grandmother could confirm it.
Well, I mean, I realize now that we've only got your word on that.
I mean, you could have popped out for half an hour, couldn't you? As I say, as you're not on my list, it's all right.
Did you tell me that both your parents had died in a car crash? Is that what he to -- is that what he told you? Were they not then, Mrs.
Archer? She wasn't married.
Oh, she gave him his father's name, and then she dumped him on me when he was three months old.
Why would you tell me they were killed in a car accident? Because he's ashamed of it, and he lies.
He always has lied.
Come on now, gran.
Couldn't have been very easy for you, Mrs.
Archer, could it? widowed middle-aged woman on her own, bringing up a baby like that.
But all the thanks you get.
Firm with him, were you? He was nothing but trouble.
Didn't spare the rod, eh? He needed it.
Oh, huh, huh.
Didn't I hear that you tried to set fire to your school? Now, why did you do that? Why would he do that, Mrs.
Archer? You know what he said? His favorite teacher balled him out in front of the class, made him look small, it upset him.
I never said that.
It was them, it was them that said that.
Who was them, Ronald? What do you mean by them? What do you mean by them, Mrs.
Archer? That report they did and that woman he saw.
Gran! What woman, the psychiatrist, the one that said "constantly seeking the approbation of his elders? " Was that the one? I wonder what she meant by that, Ronald? When's your mother's birthday? Well, I don't know.
I don't remember.
Oh, yes, you do.
Don't lie! Gran.
March the 26th, right? That's right.
Yes, March, March the 26th.
On March the 26th, Mrs.
Haynes was attacked.
Two years ago in Plymouth, an old lady was murdered on March the 26th.
What do you make of that, Ronald? Well, I don't know.
I don't know, do I? Do you miss her, do you, your mom? I must say, she looks very nice.
She was a tart! No, don't say that, gran.
Don't say that.
Well, what else was she? Don't say that.
She was a dirty little tart with only one thing on her mind.
Aaaah! This interview is now concluded at 10: 15 a.
m.
Thank you, Mr.
Gould.
If you go with the sergeant here, she'll look after you.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Mr.
Frost.
Well, well, well, Mr.
and Mrs.
Bright, what a coincidence.
Do your weekly shopping, are you, Mr.
Frost? Yes, that's right, Mr.
Bright, I'm doing me shopping.
What do you mean coincidence? Oh, no, it was just that I was thinking, just then I was thinking, you're absolutely right you know, about my garden, it is too much for me, so I've decided to sell out and move.
Oh, we'd hate to think we were instrumental in, why you're selling the car just because the ashtray was full.
Wouldn't we, Marion? Oh, we would, yes, we would.
Yeah, no, it's not just that, there are other considerations as well.
Oh, the house being full of memories you mean.
Yes, yes, there is that.
But I was thinking more about the subsidence.
Subsidence? What subsidence? Oh, the whole road is sinking.
I'm surprised your surveyor didn't tell you about it, oh, yeah.
Well, I won't keep you good people.
Good afternoon.