Inspector Lewis (2006) s07e04 Episode Script

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You've not been here all night?
Just got here.
I thought maybe he'd be up to
talking, but They've sedated him.
He won't be saying anything for now.
When I asked, they wouldn't tell me
anything.
You've not got the knack yet.
It'll come.
Liam always picks up straightaway,
but I've texted him and left
messages.
He'll be back.
He said he would do something.
The police or something.
He's so messed up.
Are you all right, ladies?
Yes, thanks.
Ruth?
Fine, thanks. Just feeling a bit
fragile.
What the hell?
It's not real, sir. Electronic.
Right.
Trying to kick the habit, sir.
Sorry.
So you think it was someone
trying to shut Liam up, sir?
Tried to kill him.
It usually has that effect.
So he might know who stole the
body from the undertaker's?
Yeah, or who they cremated
in its place.
Or he might know something about
Dr Whitby's murder.
I'll try and trace his next of kin,
sir.
And his girlfriend.
But she's not a relative.
Don't want him waking up on his own.
He's only a lad.
Have you got plans for today?
I thought I'd go to lunch
with my brother.
Oh, for God's sake.
We haven't been able to speak to
Jack. We don't know where he is.
I think he might have stumbled across
some criminal activity.
Wouldn't he have reported it?
It's just a theory.
But he always said that whatever you
did, you had to be part of a team.
And you had to have your mates there
backing you up.
No.
I can see it in your eyes. You think
something terrible has happened.
Listen, pet, we don't know what's
happened yet. But we will find out.
This is our first clear link between
the stolen body at the undertaker
and the murder of Dr Whitby.
This is the night before
Neil Strickley's funeral
and three nights after the dinner
party.
Yeah. This is the main street and
this
is Dr Whitby.
IT managed to clean it up a bit.
But it took him 38 minutes to travel
between the two cameras. About 300
yards.
So he was at Miller's for a good
half an hour.
Enough time to take one body out of a
coffin
and put another one in in its place.
I've ordered a deep search of
Whitby's house.
See if we can work out
what he was up to.
How well do you know Liam Jay?
Not at all.
This is nothing to do with me,
Inspector. Whatever's going on
You lose a body.
Someone in your employ
is the last person to see
a murder victim alive.
The murder weapon is embalming fluid.
Now somebody tries to kill Liam
on your premises.
Yes, Gray?
Ruth Wilson, yeah?
Well, she's probably at the
university.
Well, when you do find her,
take her straight to the hospital.
On the way, try and find out if she
knows what it was
that Liam was trying to tell us.
Yeah.
I'm driving this.
I apologise for not returning
your essays.
A close friend of mine has died.
And it's rather thrown my routine.
Unexpectedly.
One lectures about life-changing
events, but
Come in.
Ah. The police have arrived.
Is this a bust, officer?
Ruth Wilson?
Not with this group, I'm afraid.
Does anyone know where she is?
And you have a right
to that information because?
Just tell her that her boyfriend
is in a critical condition.
She's to call us.
Thank you.
Where is he?
Which hospital?
What's happened to him?
He's one of my students.
Or was. If something's
I'm sorry. I can't give any
information.
You were at Corby Manse
the night of the dinner party.
What's happened to Liam?
How well do you know him?
He's my student.
But he was there that night,
wasn't he?
Yes. Him and his father.
If it wasn't for DC Gray here,
we still wouldn't know anything
about Johnny Jay.
It was an oversight, good God.
Yeah, of course it was.
The more I investigate who was in the
coffin at Mr Strickley's funeral,
the more involved you seem to be.
I remembered the waiters.
I forgot about Johnny Jay.
He was always there, like the
wallpaper. It was an oversight.
So how do I get in touch with him?
No idea. He was a drinker.
He falls off the wagon
from time to time and vanishes.
He was stinking of booze
all through the party.
I doubt he'll remember anything.
So you have no idea
where he might be?
Rat-arsed in a bar somewhere.
That's very helpful, sir.
Thank you.
Oh, look, your ferret's not doing
very well.
Losing his teeth.
The young lad who waited on you
that night
is fighting for his life
in intensive care.
I'm getting very tired of secrets.
I need to know where you and Jack
Cornish went that evening.
After your party.
The evening of the 17th.
Jack's flat.
The next morning we drove to
the Lake District.
Why there?
My aunt has a cottage.
It's empty. I know where she keeps
the key.
Anybody see you arrive?
No. We stayed for one night
and that was it.
He wasn't my handsome prince
after all.
Just another frog.
I went to Barcelona.
Not Croatia?
God, no. It's not my idea of
relaxation.
I've no idea where he went.
Really.
I've no idea.
Sir.
Found in Dr Whitby's bedroom, sir.
Who are they fr? Oh. Unsigned.
No clues on the envelopes, sir.
And just two sets of fingerprints.
One is Whitby and the other is not
known.
"There's no doubt. Three tests and
all positive.
You need to deal with this.
I don't want to cause you
embarrassment
but I will if I have to.
You have to acknowledge this child."
Another one
dated three months ago.
"Beautiful little girl, perfect,
never breathed."
Stillborn baby.
Whitby was obviously worse than
useless.
Tell them to keep searching
his house,
his car, everything.
No stone unturned.
When your child is born dead,
do you really head off and kill the
father?
Maybe not, but he was killed.
Maybe her grief and anger
was motive enough.
He was a cold fish, Whitby.
We know from the CCTV that he was
involved with the body swap.
You say that like it's an
achievement.
We still don't know why
or who he swapped the body with.
First thing he said. "Get rid of it.
I'll book you in."
And your baby was stillborn?
At the beginning of last year?
Three days after my 44th birthday.
My perfect, little
last-chance baby.
Ellen Mary.
But you were still friendly with the
father, with Dr Whitby?
When he couldn't get a date with
anyone else, he'd settle for me.
He'd turn up usually unannounced,
usually late, usually a bit pissed.
How humiliating is that?
When was the last time you saw him?
That awful supper party.
I told him I was
He'd gone down to the cellar
to get more wine.
I told him I was pregnant again.
He laughed.
Said he wasn't even sure Ellen ever
existed.
I slapped him.
And are you? Pregnant?
I'm going to have a baby, though.
I'm going to adopt.
She'll be lucky.
Single woman, mid 40's.
With a history of recent child
bereavement.
Yeah, wishful thinking.
She has an alibi for Matt Whitby's
time of death?
Yeah, and no way really of getting
hold of any embalming fluid.
So back to square one.
Who was in the coffin?
Who killed Matt Whitby?
Who tried to kill Liam Jay?
What has Jack Cornish got to do
with any of this?
I'll tell you one thing,
I could murder a curry.
Oh, hang on. Have we got a minute
to make a little detour?
Is it the scenic route?
Ruth Wilson, she lives on a boat down
here.
Not been able to contact her
all day, so
She doesn't know about Liam yet.
Whoa.
We're out of step.
That's a good sign, that is.
Oh, God.
Careful, Robbie!
There will be gas bottles!
Fire brigade. There's a fire on a
boat near Luke Lane.
Oh, thank God.
Someone attacked Liam
to try and stop him talking to us.
Then they tried to do the same thing
to you.
But I don't know anything.
Liam didn't tell you anything?
Maybe something about
Neil Strickley's body going missing?
That day of the funeral
when Liam got to Miller's,
the body was already in the coffin.
He said he went to check the name
tags, but Miller stopped him.
Said he'd done all of that.
Said he'd come in early to get
a head start.
And that was unusual?
Was that all?
No.
There was something else,
but I don't know what it was.
He was upset about something.
Kept saying it was too horrible.
You know Liam's dad?
Johnny, yeah.
Any idea where he might have gone?
No.
Off on a binge?
No.
No, he was doing really well.
He'd been sober for months.
When I was here yesterday, I took
a phone call. You overheard it.
Well, yes, but
You knew I wanted to speak to Ruth
Wilson. Who did you tell?
No-one. Why would I?
What interest is she to me?
The morning of the funeral that never
was, who identified Neil Strickley?
I've told you a dozen times.
Well, tell me again.
And this time, tell me why you didn't
want Liam Jay to see the body. What?
Was it because you knew fine well
that the body had been switched?
No. No.
Where were you
between nine and ten last night?
What? Why?
Where were you?
There was a civic do. You can ask
anyone. And what time did you leave?
Midnight. I was on the top table.
Why?
Someone tried to kill Ruth Wilson.
Why would I want to kill a student
I barely know?
The Faulkners own 80% of
your business.
If Peter Faulkner asked you to do
something, would you do it?
He doesn't give me orders.
We're an equal partnership.
And friends?
Yes.
Dr Barnes.
I came as soon as I heard.
That was Thank you.
You didn't have to.
What have they said?
No long-term damage?
No. No.
Good. Well, home.
I've got a lift coming.
Oh, no need.
I'm going back anyway, so
Yo, Rudie.
Home time. That voddy won't neck
itself.
The last thing she should be doing
in her condition is necking vodka.
I'm ready. They said I can see Liam
later.
I found a room for you.
At the college. It's a post-grad's.
It's lovely.
No it's all arranged.
Sorry.
But thank you for coming.
SOCO's turned up some more
interesting finds
at Dr Whitby's house, ma'am.
Better late than never.
He was a vegetarian. Lifelong.
Wouldn't have meat in his fridge.
But under all his rubbish,
two blood-stained plastic bags.
They are analysing them now.
Sneaky pork chop?
Maybe, but we're starting to see
a few chinks of light now. Like?
Peter Faulkner reckons that Johnny
Jay was drunk the night of the party.
But according to Ruth Wilson,
he's been sober for months.
If Johnny killed somebody that
night Possibly Cornish.
I think we can say "probably" now,
ma'am.
And then went on to kill Dr Whitby,
I reckon it's possible he's hiding
out at that Croatian farmhouse.
I'm gonna put through a call to
Pristina. Where's that?
Where we just happen to have a man
twiddling his thumbs.
Polizia? Polizia, bang, bang?
Me polizia yes. Bang, bang, no.
Yawn, yawn.
Bang bang!
Aargh
If you insist.
Bang bang!
Bang bang.
Bang!
You called, sir?
Ah, you're up. Great.
What's the time difference?
About a century.
And you're in Pristina, yeah?
Yeah.
I need you to get down to the central
nick.
Which is off.. Oh, hang on.
Yeah, it's on the Luan Haradinaj.
However you say it.
Sir, I've got a very busy schedule.
It won't take long. I'm gonna fax you
a photo of Johnny Jay.
Who is?
A possible witness.
Possibly even a person of interest.
In what?
In an investigation. Keep up.
Do you want me to interview him?
Just ask him a couple of questions.
I'll also send you a few notes. Sort
of summary of where we are so far.
Sir, I'm on holiday.
It won't take long.
I need you to get to a farmhouse
just outside Split.
Split?
I think that's what it's called?
Yeah, that's right, Split.
You know Split is in another
country? Only recently.
Up until 20 years ago, it was one big
happy family. Sir
I'll clear it with Innocent.
Get you an extra couple of days.
I don't want an extra couple of
days. Oh, no problem, then.
Thanks for this. Appreciate it.
Bang bang.
Bang!
He didn't tell you to get stuffed?
Oh, it was there. In the subtext.
Are you OK?
Mmm.
They gave me a once-over at the
hospital.
No, not that, Robbie.
You.
Yeah.
You know me, I'm always all right.
Would you tell me if you weren't?
If all this funeral stuff
was getting to you?
It's not.
Reminding you of Val?
Doesn't seem to get any easier,
does it? Well, that's it. It does.
I was stood outside the crem
the other day
watching that poor family in pieces
and waiting for the pain.
Val's slipping away.
Time's passing. There's nothing you
can do about that.
Doesn't mean you can't
Yeah, I know.
First it felt like a betrayal, but
No.
I'm just turning over the page
on a new chapter.
Right.
Oh, I hate you, Robert Lewis.
Well, well.
Sergeant Don't tell me.
I never forget a face.
Hathaway?
Hey.
I thought you dumped me?
Last Chance Saloon, mate.
That just about decides it, ma'am.
Tara is alive. Jack is alive.
The only person still missing from
the 17th is Johnny Jay.
So he's the body in the coffin?
Don't tell his son until we've got
all the facts.
What are we doing about
Jack Cornish?
Refusing to come home.
Can't Hathaway interview him
in situ?
Find out what he's doing there.
Cornish told Hathaway to put all
his questions in writing,
shut the door in his face.
And did he put the questions in
writing? He's on holiday, ma'am.
Oh, for God's sake.
So can we now stop pretending
that Cornish is Dixon of Dock Green?
Yes, ma'am.
So you were told to meet your father
at the undertaker's in the evening?
You didn't think that was odd?
When your dad is Johnny Jay,
you sorta get used to weird stuff.
And you're sure the message was
from him? Yeah.
The text alert's Whiskey In The Jar.
I'll show you. You didn't have
a phone when we found you.
So, when you got there,
what happened?
I remember all the breath going out
of me. Then nothing.
Have you heard from my dad?
Why isn't he here?
We don't know where he is, son.
I'm sorry.
But the texts?
Could we talk about Dr Whitby again?
He was great, Dr Whitby.
He was the only one who listened.
That's why you went to see him
the night he died?
To talk to him?
Tell me why you went, Liam.
Why was it so urgent?
He
He gives me Diazepam.
Ever since my mum died.
My dad went to pieces.
So I was all alone.
Dr Whitby, he helped me.
By getting you hooked on
prescription drugs?
And the night he died?
I'd run out of pills.
He got me some more.
There's something you're not
telling me, isn't there?
No.
Thanks.
Heartless, attacking two kids, eh?
Well, I can't see who'd want to.
Nice kids, too.
Hardworking lad.
Would do anything to earn
Should I be getting on with
something? Repatriation.
Miller brings bodies back
from abroad.
Ex-pats, people who've died on
their holidays.
Just in time.
Hathaway. Morning, Sergeant.
Do you know how hard it is
reading road signs in Serbo-Croat?
I had a weekend in Wales once.
That's amusing, sir.
I popped into the police station.
Any of them speak English?
Better than I speak Serbo-Croat,
fortunately.
They've been watching the place for
months just looking for an excuse.
Here, I'm gonna put you on
loudspeaker.
Laura Hobson is here,
so mind your language.
Morning. Hello, James, are you
having a good time?
Can we do all that when he gets back?
The farmhouse is a crystal meth
factory.
Well, well.
No wonder the Faulkners
have such big fat bank balances.
They ship the stuff all over
Europe. So, where's Cornish now?
Rotting in some Serbo-Croat cell?
Vanished. Ten minutes after he saw
me probably.
I'll make sure we put a watch
on all the airports and ferries.
You ever tried
one of these electronic cigarettes?
Sorry?
Help you give up the habit?
You ever tried one?
No.
Well, you should.
How much crystal meth do you reckon
you could hide in a coffin?
Let's start off with funerals
for ex-pats, shall we?
You won't find anything wrong there.
A private ambulance, a coffin,
all the way from the Costa del Sol
and the cremation itself for Ј3,000?
Seems very reasonable.
How did you manage to do it
that cheap?
By bringing them overland.
That's what makes it cheap.
Isn't it, Brian?
Cheaper than a flight
and couriers and insurance.
Do you want to fetch your jacket?
Sir. Crystals, sir. Only traces
but they've gone for analysis.
Crystals as in crystal meth?
You bastard. You lying bastard!
I knew there was something wrong!
I knew it!
Take him in.
Might do him good to stare at four
walls for a while. Think about life.
I'll get round to him later.
That's the hard stuff, isn't it?
He was always so against drugs.
Well, he was against a lot of things.
Methamphetamine.
More addictive than heroin.
Cheap to make. It's cruel stuff.
And you're sure that he's involved?
God.
Well, at least I know he's alive.
He's not fleeing
or some sort of mid-life madness.
He's not sick or dead.
He just doesn't want me.
He's a stupid man, Lou.
He'll look back and regret this.
What am I gonna tell the boys?
I'm not a single parent, Robbie.
How am I gonna stop being half
a couple?
You'll get there.
Well, I'm never gonna love anyone
again, I know that much.
Jack Cornish didn't just fall in
with drugs,
did he, through poverty
or a chaotic life?
He walked in with his eyes wide open,
knowing people are gonna die,
lives are gonna be ruined.
And he just didn't care.
Well, you'll put a stop to that.
We closed the factory. Still got to
nail Faulkner and his mates.
You will.
And when I do, do you fancy a ride
one night after work?
A ride?
What?
I mean a bike ride.
There's a bike hire shop
Robbie
You on a bike?
Dr Barnes.
Welcome to your new home.
You can't sleep on someone's sofa
forever.
You got me this room?
I spoke to the accommodation office,
yes.
Now, tea? Coffee?
They didn't just transport and
smuggle the stuff. They made it, too.
Cutting out the middle man,
making them all extremely rich.
Just crystal meth? Yeah.
We've traced three bank accounts.
All in various names, but all leading
back to Dr Matt Whitby,
with large sums deposited
every month or so.
Then the next day the money is
transferred out abroad.
We lose sight of it.
And the Faulkners?
Two separate accounts, both emptied
regularly, just like Whitby's.
Excuse me.
Can you spare a minute, ma'am?
I should probably get some sleep.
The doctor said I should rest.
Yes, of course.
It's all right.
I know.
I know everything.
And I'll help you.
I mean, I can do more than help.
I can take the whole problem out of
your hands if that's what you want.
My baby died.
Our baby, Matt and me.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Are you all right?
And you can see her whenever you
like.
Or never. If you like.
Did you set fire to my boat?
No.
Now, don't upset yourself.
You mustn't upset yourself.
Think of the baby.
There is no baby.
You lost it?
No, I I'm on the pill.
I've I've never been pregnant.
Turns out it's human blood, ma'am,
from two different people.
Found in Matt Whitby's dustbin.
I don't The blood was on
the outside of the bags.
Right.
And on the inside, crystal meth,
ma'am.
Yeah, if that's what they were
smuggling.
Where does the blood come into it?
Not just blood, ma'am. Liver cells
found on the outside of one bag.
Bringing ex-pats home to their loved
ones.
There's a little cursory check in
customs,
but nobody wants dogs scrambling
all over a coffin, do they?
Go outside for five minutes
and have a pretend fag.
They embalm the bodies, ma'am.
So if a customs officer was a bit
too officious,
the chemicals would put the dog off.
The bags were smuggled in body
cavities.
They packed the corpses with drugs.
You were so happy.
And so excited.
And that morning not feeling well
And they say it, don't they?
They say "blooming".
And you were blooming.
And then the row
when he was "ruining your life".
And then I thought
Stupid, stupid me.
I thought
I hoped
Six repatriations this year.
And every time you're asked to fetch
some ex-pat home for cremation,
you give the Faulkners the details.
I want my solicitor.
He's on his way.
You travelled out to the body.
They got the drugs to you
in Spain or wherever,
so you could do the surgery.
Pretty gruesome branch
of a pretty filthy trade.
Sir, the phone we found in
Mr Miller's desk.
We charged it up.
How do you explain it?
"World Cup."
I've never seen it before.
Your prints are all over it.
You sent Matt Whitby that text.
You made it possible
for the body swap.
You're the lynchpin of
this smuggling ring.
How many years do you reckon so far?
Peter Faulkner made pretty damn sure
that it'd be you ending up sitting in
that seat talking to me, didn't he?
Time to stop doing his bidding.
Look after yourself.
It was Johnny Jay.
In the coffin.
He got drunk, took a load of
drugs That's what he did.
He was out of control.
He had a heart attack.
Heart attack? They lied to you.
You must realise that by now.
Results from SOCO, sir.
Right. I'm gonna leave you to
think about things for a few minutes.
Consider your future.
There comes a time when
you have to accept the game is up.
I went to Split on holiday. I stayed
in a friend's house. And that's it.
Following the party at Corby Manse,
why did you scurry off to Croatia?
Sex with Tara Faulkner mostly.
She says she went to Barcelona.
She must have called in on the way
back.
No idea.
What were you running from?
There was a fight after the dinner
party, wasn't there?
Not as far as I know.
Why choose Croatia?
Why not? Sun. Cheap wine.
And a crystal meth factory.
It's news to me.
I was just trying to get my head
together
after my marriage broke down.
I blame the job, you know.
Inspector Lewis couldn't believe
anything bad about you.
Robbie Lewis
and the Ladybird Book of Policing.
We're making enquiries
with the Border Agency,
so we'll soon know where you went
and when you went.
Border Agency? You'll be lucky.
You know what happens
to a police officer in prison?
That's why I'm not going there.
We've just had the findings
from an examination of your house,
Mrs Faulkner.
Blood. Hair. Scuff marks.
I don't know anything about that.
And we have a missing man.
Luckily, we also have his son.
So it should be easy to check
the DNA.
Who killed him, Tara?
You or Peter?
No comment.
Brian Miller told your brother
how to get into the funeral parlour.
A clumsy code for 1966.
You and I both know that forensics
are gonna tell us
that Johnny Jay was killed in
your house.
A week later, your brother's dead.
These things must be linked.
We don't know why
Johnny was killed yet,
but we will find out.
Good. That's what you get paid for
after all.
Peter and Matt never really got on,
did they?
I think Peter killed Johnny.
And you and your brother were
appalled.
You never signed up for murder.
And Cornish, for all he was a corrupt
copper, well
he didn't want to know about murder
either.
So you had a row with your husband
and you went off with Cornish.
But your brother
He was so angry about Johnny's death
that he couldn't leave it alone.
Maybe he even threatened to tell us
what had happened?
Well, whatever he said,
your husband went to Matt's surgery
and killed him.
I don't believe you.
Got your brother very drunk.
He forced Matt to swallow a cocktail
of drugs. Not a pleasant way to go.
Whisky dribbled down his shirt front.
Half-dissolved tablets in his mouth,
down his throat.
Choking on them. Struggling.
Your husband put his hands
either side of his neck
to force him back into a sitting
position.
And when your brother
was too drunk to fight any more,
Peter poured formaldehyde
down his throat.
Embalming fluid.
The brother you loved.
My husband killed Johnny Jay.
Mrs Faulkner Johnny knew nothing
about the crystal meth.
But he found a notebook
my idiot husband had kept.
Consignments, the dates, everything.
Johnny didn't know what the stuff
was but he knew it had to be drugs.
And the dates would tally
with Liam's trips out of the country.
Johnny was threatening to go to
the police.
He turned to go
and my husband hit him hard.
- That really is enough
- Hit him with?
A stone door stop thing.
And then you had the brilliant idea
to switch the bodies?
They did that together,
Matt and Peter.
Peter was supposed to bury
the other body.
But he's so useless,
he couldn't even do that properly.
He said he'd been "interrupted".
The fly-tippers.
And then he tried to kill Ruth?
In case Liam had told her something.
And that was my fault, too.
I told him that Liam was waiting
to talk to you.
So much of this is my fault.
When Johnny realised his son
had been used to smuggle drugs,
he went mad.
He threatened to go to the police.
He was raging.
So I shut him up.
No-one else would.
But, of course, that was wrong.
According to the great humanitarian
Matt Whitby.
Then when you found the other body
and came sniffing around,
he wouldn't shut up.
"Thug, bully boy, psycho."
He threatened to feed me
to the wolves.
You lot.
I just wanted to kill him.
So I did.
You killed Johnny Jay and
Matt Whitby?
Yep.
Because they threatened
your drug smuggling operation?
Yep.
And Brian Miller's role?
He embalmed the bodies,
packed them with drugs,
then got them out again this end.
While you sat back and raked
in the cash?
I financed the thing, didn't I?
That was my bit.
Crystal meth.
Made in Eastern Europe
for supply to the holiday hot spots.
One body packed with two kilos
could net us 80,000 quid.
How long would it take you
to earn that?
And Cornish?
How did he fit into this?
The wife's little bit of rough.
He left me here to ramble on
My ramblin' pal
Is dead and gone
If when we die
We go somewhere
I'll bet you a dollar
He's ramblin' there ♪
I told Dr Whitby I'd seen someone
unloading something at Miller's.
Did you see who it was?
Just a van.
Shadows.
Thought it might have been a body
but it was so odd.
And then you came round asking
questions
and I didn't know what to do.
If in doubt, tell the police.
I was going to, but Dr Whitby
said Dad was involved.
Up to his neck in a drugs racket.
Your dad didn't do anything wrong,
Liam.
He died because he cared about you.
A drink for old time's sake?
There isn't a spoon long enough
For supping with the devil?
Very good, Robbie.
Almost witty.
You do know that from now on
everybody in the force
will be on your back?
You'll have to find me first.
See you.
Battle between an owl and a ferret.
Which one would win?
I'm allergic to fur, sir.
And feather.
You did OK in spite of it.
So, who would win, sir?
The one with the dull car,
the cheap shoes
and the raging thirst.
Cheers.
Thank you.
Oh, here he is. The Boy Wonder.
I thought you had another
three days, James?
I knew he'd be bored out of his skull
without
Not far wrong, sir.
I'll get you a drink.
No, no, you
No, you
Sit down.
I've enjoyed being the inspector's
sidekick.
It's been all right, hasn't it?
Ma'am.
Don't listen to anything he says,
he's been a lonely little soul
without you.
I've been thinking about doing that
all day.
Same here.
Evening.
Oh. James.
Gosh, you're sunburnt.
Thank you.
I'll get the drinks in.
No, I'll get them.
No, we'll both get them.
You can have that one.
How long?
I turn my back for five minutes
It was good of you
but we could have got a taxi.
You'll have a load of stuff
to sort out
with the coroner in the next
few days.
Take my advice, if anyone holds out
a helping hand
Grab it.
My dad died suddenly, too.
I was 16.
Police and coroners and all that.
Did someone hold out a hand to you?
Yes. A policeman.
A Geordie.
Is that why you became a police
officer? Yeah.
He doesn't remember it.
I'll never forget.