Lewis (2007) s07e04 Episode Script

You know Jack Cornish well? I worked with him for three years.
He's having an affair with Tara Faulkner.
Peter Faulkner's wife? It's all kicking off in there.
DC Gray is your righthand man, in Hathaway's absence.
I'm going on holiday for a week, I'm not joining the Foreign Legion.
Mr Strickley was in that coffin.
I put him in it! Why would anyone steal a body? Why indeed.
It's nothing to do with us.
He was poisoned.
Formaldehyde? Embalming fluid.
Call 999, get an ambulance! Come on, son.
Stay with me.
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.