Wycliffe (1994–…): Season 3, Episode 1 - Dead on Arrival - full transcript
The corpses of five illegal immigrants are found in a meat lorry by Customs at a Cornish ferry terminal. Driver Eddie Sowden goes missing and claims ignorance when the police locate and arrest him but Wycliffe is convinced he is lying and resolves to winkle out the truth.
[music playing]
[shouting]
Going in with the nobs, are we?
Only the best for you, Dad.
Well.
Good evening.
Can I take your coats?
Yep.
Be back in a minute.
OK.
Thank you.
Who's paying for us?
Oh, Charlie, shut up and get us a drink.
Uh-- there is a bit of a problem.
Uh, change of plan.
I thought we were booked?
Well, we are booked.
Sort of.
What?
Just a minute.
Right, you're both gonna have to close your eyes.
Ah-ha.
Go on.
Close 'em tight.
Where are we going?
No, it's-- it's OK.
And open 'em.
[applause]
[dog barking]
Quiet, boy.
What is it?
[barking]
Thank you.
This is yours.
You can have it.
- Thanks for your help, Doug. - It was a pleasure, mate.
It's the first time I've managed to get one
over your father in 10 years.
Hello, Roger. - Nice turn out.
Yeah.
[tapping]
I want to thank our children--
David, Ruth-- for doing this for us.
[applause]
Thank you both.
My wife tells me I have to say something.
I don't usually do what she tells me, but--
[laughter]
Ladies and gentlemen, members of the jury--
no, no-- I do feel at ease addressing this gathering.
You're the perfect audience.
All-- intelligent. Well-educated.
And hopefully-- hopefully drunk.
[laughter]
Which reminds me of the time Helen and I first met.
We were university students up in Leeds, at some alcoholic do.
And-- it was there that we fell for each other.
Well, actually-- actually, it was Helen who fell, and--
I picked her up off the floor.
She-- she always claims that she was trying to sit in my lap,
but unfortunately, I was standing up at the time.
No, no.
Seriously, it was a case of love at first sight.
And within a year, we were married.
And now we've completed the first 25
years of a lifelong sentence.
[applause]
You've suffered it well, Helen!
Oh, yes.
But not in silence.
I tell you, if this thing ever comes to court, um--
I shall ask for a large number of offenses
to be taken into consideration.
The truth is, ladies and gentlemen--
I've enjoyed 25 wonderful years with Helen,
and from the bottom of my heart, I'd like to say
thank you for everything.
For your love, care--
patience.
Support.
For all that you've done, really,
to make this particular policeman's lot a lot,
lot happier than I could ever have dreamed of.
[applause]
Right.
No, look.
Let's have a look.
Let me take a closer look [inaudible]..
That's the, uh--
notification of conviction done.
I'll, uh-- do the return of property tomorrow.
Great.
Just-- just cut the paperclips, and maybe then we
can go for a beer, yeah?
Oh, uh, not tonight, Sarge.
You're not still going out with that nurse, are you?
Yeah.
Getting regular treatment.
[ringing] Incident room.
Where?
Any details?
No.
Um-- about an hour?
Right.
We've got something.
Down at Porthkerris.
We call the boss?
No.
DI said to, uh, page him if anything came up.
You, uh, think you need me, Sarge?
Yep.
No medicine for you tonight, boy.
It's all hands on deck.
I said that [inaudible] won't do any good.
I don't remember what he looks like.
I've put our address in his wallet,
so he won't forget where we live.
Hey, Charlie, that was a grand speech, love.
Done your hair different, haven't you?
- No. - Suits you better.
Mom, this is Lucy, from my work.
How do you do?
Pleased to meet you.
This is my mom, Irene.
[beeping]
You come all the way down from Yorkshire?
Yes. David said was getting up a do.
Wouldn't have missed it for the world.
Do?
Yes, your do.
Dad?
You've got to play some.
No, no, no.
Oh, come on.
I fixed it with them. - No.
No, no-- not tonight.
Dad?
Come on.
Look, I'm far too rusty.
Oh, don't be daft.
Come on.
[applause]
[music playing]
We've got a job on.
Ferry terminal, Porthkerris.
Can't it wait?
No.
Let Liberace enjoy himself.
We can deal with it.
Slip out quietly, OK?
[inaudible]
I do.
I prefer to live in free range.
I mean, who wants to be cooped up in some [inaudible]
with a wife and six kids?
You've just been unlucky in love.
That's all. - Oh, really?
Yeah.
I've had my melting moments.
I got engaged once, do you know?
You didn't.
I did.
WPC, she was.
Stunner.
Tiny cheeks.
Lovely little-- human being.
Happily ever after land, we thought.
She moved in, we got on on like a pair of frozen chips.
It was a nightmare.
But you're so funloving and companionable.
You think so?
Just don't fancy it, eh?
Well, it depends who's asking, I suppose.
I didn't mean that.
What?
You know.
No I don't.
Yes, you do.
What?
It was about half past eight.
- Thank you, porter. - Back there.
Nothing's been touched. - Right.
Thanks.
Thank you.
We'll take it from here.
We're going to have to get the boss down here.
The kids are wonderful to have done this.
Yeah, I reckon Doug Kersey had a hand in it, too.
You know something?
Hm?
I feel sleepy.
Well-- I'll get you home to bed then.
[beeping]
Don't tell me--
I'm sorry, love.
Don't forget, our address is in your wallet.
Yeah.
Bye.
He's not going?
The call.
Aw, not tonight.
He can't.
He has to.
No, he doesn't.
Charlie?
You off?
Don't forget you owe me a pint.
Yeah.
Go for me?
Yes, sir.
Well, there are clear asphyxial indications,
consistent with suffocation.
Insufficient oxygen in an unventilated space.
Any sign of--
anything obvious?
I'll let you know when we open them up.
Accidental?
Oh, it's possible.
Four or five hours sealed in that icebox,
and certainly they'd be chewing for air.
Rough time of death?
[inaudible].
Pulled off the 6:00 ferry from France, sir.
It had been delayed. - Yeah.
I'd say they were dead on arrival.
Excuse me.
Sorry about this, sir.
It's OK.
The driver is an Eddie Sowden.
There's a photo of what may be his wife and kids.
It was in the cabs.
Bills of laden show that he was coming back empty,
but there's a stack of wine in there, as you can see.
Where's the driver now?
He's disappeared.
Dixon's chased up the track owner,
and he's given us a description of Sowden.
We've got an all ports warning out on them.
Right.
They all carried passports, rail tickets.
A few pounds.
Nothing else to ID them.
Run a check on the passports.
Looks like some sort of immigration scam
that's gone badly wrong.
It's not nice.
It's the end of a perfect evening.
Come on.
Mommy!
Go on upstairs.
And be quiet while Mommy talks to the gentleman.
Sorry.
Has Eddie had an accident?
Not as far as we know, Mrs. Sowden.
Oh, thank God.
Where is he?
I was hoping you might tell us that.
We're anxious to speak to him.
Well, I don't know.
I rang the police.
I rang his bus when he didn't get back.
Been on pins all night, worried sick.
When did you last speak to him?
Um-- last night.
About half eight.
He phoned up from the dock.
Said he got back safe.
The ferry was late, and he knows and I'm a worrier.
What's happened?
Has he ever gone missing like this before?
No.
He's regular as clockwork.
Steady.
He's not in trouble?
He may be.
What's he done?
He goes abroad often, does he?
Your husband?
Four or five times a month in the wagon, yeah.
Has he ever brought anyone back to the house?
Strangers?
No, never.
Just mates sometimes.
Why?
There's been a serious incident,
Mrs. Sowden, in which your husband's
truck has been involved.
There has been an accident, then?
No, no, no.
Nothing like that.
Not an accident, no.
But we do need to find your husband's whereabouts.
Now, he may contact you again.
Look-- what's going on?
Please tell me.
What's happened?
Please?
Your husband may not have been involved, Mrs. Sowden--
but several bodies have been found inside his truck.
- Bodies? - Yes.
We'll be giving details to the press later on.
Dead bodies?
Yes.
So you understand why we have to talk to him?
Now-- if he rings you, could you ask
him to call me on this number?
Yes?
I want to help him, Mrs. Sowden.
It's in the middle of nowhere.
You know that?
Yes.
I don't understand that.
All the passports they were carrying are false, sir.
- Forged? - Nope.
Stolen from round and Cornwall in the last 18 months.
Duty inspector came up with a name.
Brian Buddle.
He's got convictions for pickpocketing.
Yeah, I know Brian Buddle.
Little runt with a broken nose.
From New [inaudible], sir?
Yeah, that's right.
I caught him with a full deck of credit cards a few years back.
Yeah, he's also got a conviction for being involved
in dealing in stolen passports.
Does he?
Worth a visit, then, sir?
Yes.
Yes, find out what stone he's living under these days.
Right.
Boss wants Sowden's home address
watched, in case he shows up.
Settle down there, Potts.
- Just me, ma'am? - No, no.
Partner's in the yard.
DC Tuttle.
Great.
I've had a closer look at these rail tickets that were
in the bodies of the truck.
One to Birmingham, another one to Liverpool.
Two to London.
And that one.
Trevenna.
I mean, why a little station 20 miles north of Truro?
I'll check it out.
Yeah.
Could be worthwhile.
How's Sowden's wife?
Mortified.
Says she has no idea where he is.
Could be in Cairo by now.
Maybe.
We buy all our beef here.
Good stock.
There's been problems in the beef trade, hasn't there?
This mad cow disease business.
BSE?
Load of nonsense.
Safer eating beef than a veggie burger.
[inaudible]
Knocked me sick when your chap phoned me up.
I still can't believe it.
We'll need Mr. Sowden's tachograph record.
Yeah, no problem.
He's the last bloke I'd have dreamed of being involved
in something like this.
Something like what, Mr. Carlyon?
Well, live imports, shall we call it?
I mean, you read about it, you hear the odd rumor all the time
in the shipping business.
But you don't imagine one of your own drivers
would be on it.
Seems the rear doors of his trailer weren't locked.
Oh.
Well, don't tell my insurers that.
We're supposed to run third party
fire and theft at all time.
[auctioneer speaking]
There were a number of cases of wine found in the trailer.
Would you know anything about that?
Can't say.
Since they changed the excise laws,
I've caught two drivers bringing over a bit of fiddle.
But not Eddie.
That surprises me.
Have you've been in the business along, Mr. Carlyon?
Family farm.
Goes back donkey's years.
Fine cornish beef.
Queen's award.
I run a very legitimate business, superintendent.
My books are yours.
So business is good?
Well, we've got the animal rights loonies on our back.
Protest of the export beefs on the [inaudible]..
You can't win.
Well, presumably you've got your own cold store?
Oh, yeah.
We're based over at Carrick Down.
You're welcome to take the tour.
I'll be over there this afternoon.
Well, thank you very much, Mr. Carlyon.
You've been very cooperative.
Anything I can do.
[auctioneer speaking]
[inaudible]
Two teas when you're ready, Mary.
With you in a tick.
Right-o.
You're late today, lads.
Yeah, I've been out on the job.
Don't want to fry breakfast with them teas, do we?
[whirring]
Keeping busy, Brian?
Yeah.
This and that, Mr. Kersey.
[inaudible]?
A few have gone missing.
I haven't been active at that game for years.
I've got rheumatism in me fingers, see?
I'm on steroids.
Don't prat around, Brian.
This could end up a murder inquiry.
Oh.
Jack The Ripper now, am I?
No.
No.
But you could get sucked in.
Unless, of course, you choose to help us.
How can I?
Well, let's talk hypothetically.
Um-- say a--
a pickpocket like your good self--
say he, uh, lifts a number of passports.
Where would you-- he--
trade them?
Well, that depends.
Oh, come on.
When I was active at it, I'd collect a bundle, and then
inter-city up to London.
I knew a dealer.
Paid 50 quid a throw.
I could do with some names.
Bloke called Mickey.
That's all I know about him.
He'd ring me up now and again, and if I had any gear for him,
we'd arranged a meet.
That's how it went.
This Mickey-- has he rang you lately?
No.
I'm out of the game.
I told you, Mr. Kersey.
I've got five dead people, all holding stolen passports.
I need to know.
Well-- if I hear a whisper, I'll give you a shout.
Right?
According to the tachograph records off Sowden's truck,
on his return from France, he sometimes
drives 30 miles out of Porthkerris Dock,
stops for half an hour, and then drives 15 miles to, uh--
Carlyon's cold store at Carrick Down.
Well, he could be making a detour to a drop off point,
sir.
And then swans back to base empty.
Check them out, would you?
30 mile radius of Porthkerris.
See if it turns anything up.
Right, sir.
[knocking]
Detective Inspector Lane.
Can I ask how long you've been parked here, madam?
An hour or so.
I'm waiting for somebody.
Who would that be?
Is there a problem?
Can I ask you to step out of the car, please?
An hour you say you've been here?
Yes.
Maybe a little bit longer.
Isn't it allowed?
Who did you say you were waiting for?
My husband.
He was, uh--
he was traveling a long way, wasn't he?
Oh, god.
What's happened?
Where is he?
Who did the time sheets for the drivers, Mr. Carlyon?
My wife, Georgie.
I check them over now and again.
Why?
Is there a problem?
Well, um--
Eddie Sowden, uh, according to his tachograph,
made this, um, 30 mile detour before returning back here.
Did he?
Why would he do that?
I can't say.
Maybe he was dropping off the wine
he was bootlegging somewhere.
That could be it.
And you hadn't noticed this pattern?
No.
Well, maybe your wife could help us?
Sure, yeah. Georgie?
The superintendent's on about Sowden's tacograph.
Did Eddie have a regular stop off about
30 miles from Porthkerris?
Could have.
We turn a blind eye if they knock off for half an hour.
To have a kip, or whatever they do.
Keeps everybody sweet.
I'd ask some of the other lads.
They might know where Sowden had a parlay.
Very kind of you.
Pleasure.
Um-- I'd like to take you up on the offer of looking
over your books, Mr. Carlyon.
If you don't mind.
Certainly.
They're with my accountant at the moment,
but I'll let you have them as soon as he's through.
Thank you very much. Oh!
Sorry.
See the greens match Saturday?
No.
Didn't miss much.
First half was even.
Second half even worse.
Cat's chance of ever getting a promotion.
Like me.
Yep.
I hate jobs like this.
Don't you?
We could be sat on his house till Christmas comes.
Still, all the time we're sitting here,
we're not spending any money, eh?
Eyeball to unit one.
Wife of target heading into your area.
RADIO: Yes, yes, eyeball.
We'll pick her up.
Get ready.
Right.
Oh, no.
[ringing]
Come on.
Please, man.
Please.
You OK?
Now, you say the man you identified was your husband?
Yes.
And the arrangement was that you should meet him off
the train to Trevenna Station?
They told me to be there at 11:00 PM.
How did they tell you?
A phone call.
Yesterday afternoon.
Did you ever meet these people?
The people responsible for the arrangement?
One of them.
A man, yes.
With my cousin.
He fixed it all.
And his name was?
I don't know.
And what was your cousin's name?
Will he get into trouble?
I think you're all in a great deal of trouble, Mrs. Desai.
No.
I swore.
I can't tell you.
Now look, five bodies have been found.
You can help us find the people who may be responsible.
Responsible for the death of your husband.
Were you involved?
When do you mean?
Somebody planned all this.
Somebody organized for five people
to enter this country illegally.
So I'm asking you, Mrs. Desai, what part did you play?
Nothing.
I just handed over money.
10,000 pounds.
You gave 10,000 pounds to a man you didn't know,
whom you say you'd met only once,
with someone you claim was your cousin?
Yes.
Well, forgive me for saying this message,
Desai, but your story lacks a certain credibility.
What do you know?
I'm sorry?
And it was my husband.
We were married eight years ago, in India.
For eight years he's been trying to join me.
I have his child, and they wouldn't let him.
Who wouldn't let him?
The home office.
They wouldn't believe me.
They said I was lying.
That it was a way of getting him here.
A pretense.
I spent a fortune in the courts trying to make them see,
but none of them would believe me.
He was my husband!
I wanted him to be with me.
I begged.
I pleaded.
I'm a British citizen.
I have a right!
A man and his wife have a right to be together.
Can't you understand that?
I can, yes.
Mrs. Desai's story checks out, sir.
She's filed a number of appeals to the immigration
authority regarding her husband's
right of entry to the UK.
Right.
Anything further on the passports, [inaudible]??
No.
No.
I could have another go at Brian Buddle, but--
He'll keep.
Mrs. Desai's asked if she can leave the station, sir.
Duty office is fretting.
No.
We keep her.
Until we find the name of this cousin she says fixed--
Sir?
Mr. and Mrs. Carlyon have walked into the front office.
Oh, yes?
Yeah.
They've come to make a statement.
And, uh-- have got their lawyer in turn.
Mr. Garforth.
Spare us.
Right.
Let's see what they've got to say for themselves.
Who's Garforth?
My clients have come here of their own volition,
Mr. Wycliffe.
They wish to make a statement.
Superintendent, we have not been entirely frank with you.
In what way?
Well, as regards--
The cases of wine found in Eddie Sowden's trailer.
Yes?
It's a little side lamb we've had going for a while.
Save the wagons coming back empty.
Go on.
That's it.
We didn't mention it before because it--
My clients wish to set the record straight.
I see.
And the people found in the trailer?
Um-- would you like to set the record
straight about them, too?
Or are they only a little sideline?
No.
I know nothing about that.
That's Sowden.
That's nothing to do with us.
Let's just go over that again, shall we?
My clients have made their statement, superintendent.
This isn't an interview.
No.
No, no, it's a murder inquiry, and I'm seeking clarification.
I should think it's crystal clear what
Mr. and Mrs. Carlyon have said.
This is a written summary of statement with regard
to the wine found in their company's vehicle.
You may peruse it at your leisure,
and now my clients have important business elsewere.
I don't wish to detain your clients, but--
On what pretext would you detain them, superintendent?
Well, let's try breach of customs regulations.
Yeah?
No, I don't think so, superintendent.
Mrs. Carlyon will provide documents
and invoices pertaining to the import of these goods
at a later date.
I'm sure she will.
Thank you, superintendent.
I'm sure you're grateful for the assistance my clients have
given you with your inquiries.
If you have any further questions
of Mr. and Mrs. Carlyon, please address them through me.
I know where you are, Mr. Garforth.
Delta Bravo 3 to Hotel 1.
RADIO: Go ahead, Delta Bravo 3.
Suspect approaching the house of Eddie
Sowden on Tension High Street.
We're dealing, backup requested.
He's letting himself in.
That must be Sowden.
You knock on the front.
Give me two minutes.
I'm in position.
Go.
[knocking]
[knocking]
Police.
Don't try it.
Come on.
[shouting]
[shouting]
Cheers.
Hi.
Hi.
I've got us a table at the County Carvery.
7:30-8:00.
Just for two.
Oh, darling, that's a lovely thought, but not tonight.
I've got three staff off sick, and I've
got to take the other six on Macbeth tomorrow.
You could wing that.
No, Charlie, I couldn't.
I've booked it.
Phone, Dad.
Who is it?
Sergeant Dixon.
Says it's urgent. - There you go.
Perfect.
What's up?
Nothing, love. Nothing.
OK.
You drove off the ferry and parked on the dockside, yeah?
Yes.
Then I went and phoned the wife.
Look, I need to talk to her.
She'll be worried sick.
She's got good reason to be, Mr. Sowden.
Detective Superintendent Wycliffe
enters the room at 1950.
So what happened next?
I was coming back to the wagon when
I saw this police car and a customs
bloke climbing on the trailer.
And you ran off.
Why was that?
I thought they'd found something.
I wasn't going to hang around.
Pulse went up, and I panicked.
Because you knew what they'd find in the truck, didn't you?
No!
Look-- something dodgy turns up in a wagon,
it's always the driver that gets done, isn't it?
You can look at that bloke in Spain.
They found cannabis in his load.
He was inside for two years.
And the lab, with them [inaudible]..
Nobody ever believes the driver.
Tell me about your route from Porthkerris
to the cold store at Carrick Down.
What about it?
Your tachograph shows that you made a detour
on a number of occasions.
You went 30 miles out of your way.
Why was that?
Um-- there's a cafe over at--
Over at where?
Darnestown.
Joe's.
It's a pull in off the road.
I sometimes get a fry up there.
They know me.
Ask them.
We will.
Mr. Sowden, five men were found in the back of your truck.
All dead.
I'd no idea they were in there.
Maybe they just-- climbed in the back?
Yeah.
Maybe I'm slimmer of the year.
Come on, Mr. Sowden.
You were smuggling them in, weren't you?
No!
I swear it.
I just panicked.
That's why I ran.
I mean-- when I read the papers, all about the bodies--
I was out of it.
I was going to give myself up.
But I had to see my wife first.
Please.
Let me talk to her.
Please.
So Sowden's not admitting it, then, sir?
No.
I'm not entirely sure that he's our man.
But he's certainly bottling something up.
Hm.
His wife says he's been stressed out lately.
Maybe this detour he's been making
is somewhere he doesn't want her to know about?
Or someone he's been visiting?
She told you, right?
I just got the feeling.
But she's adamant he's not playing around, so--
Wives are usually the last to know.
She's still in the station.
Won't go till she's seen him.
He mustn't talk to her.
I don't want that.
Duty officer's been briefed.
Whatever it is Sowden's sitting on,
whether it concerns his wife or not,
he's going to be opened up.
Well, our little trip was definitely worth the petrol.
The cafe is only 21 miles from Porthkerris Dock, not 30.
Bursts Sowden's bubble, doesn't it?
Eh?
Yeah.
Might shake him up a bit.
Good.
Good.
Good.
Let's go at Sowden again. - Yes.
Good idea. We'll turn the temperature up.
No, no. Sorry.
Don't go in. I want Lucy in on it this time.
Yes, sir.
That's a good idea.
I'll get some paperwork done.
Excuse me.
Your story doesn't appear to tell me with the facts,
does it, Eddie?
There's been a mistake.
They got it wrong.
Was there somewhere else you went to on that detour?
No.
Your wife's in the station.
Wants to talk to you.
How is she?
Upset.
Is there something particularly wanted to say to her?
Wanted to explain?
Yes.
I'm innocent.
This will do for her.
She's on tablets as it is.
I don't want to crack her up.
You should have thought about that before you got involved.
I'm not involved.
We have another woman in the station, Eddie.
Another wife.
What?
Her husband was one of the men found in your truck.
Found dead in your truck.
She was waiting for him.
She had been waiting for eight years to be with him.
Her husband.
Now, you think about that, Eddie.
Eight years.
And now he's dead.
And she'll never see him again.
Can you imagine how that feels?
Yes
He'd risked everything for her.
To try and be with his wife.
Because they loved each other.
It wasn't dead meat you were shipping in your truck, Eddie.
It was people.
People in desperate situations.
With lives.
Feelings.
A little like me, and you.
Trying to reach the ones they loved.
Trapped in there, suffocating to death.
You'll feel much better, Eddie, if you tell me all about it.
You picked them up in France?
That's right.
Five of them, weren't there?
Who shut the door, Eddie?
Was it you? - No.
Not me. They stored them in the trailer.
I didn't want anything to do with it.
The ferry was-- delayed.
I think they must've been stuck in there too long.
- I believe you, Eddie. - It was Carlyon.
The first time, he told me it was
a load of wine to bring over.
The beef trade's a bit dodgy these days.
It'll be a bit of fiddle money, he said.
I thought, why not?
50 quid to me?
And it'll do for the kids' Christmas, you know?
He told me to drive off the docks to a drop off
point with this wine he was on about, but when I got there,
there was three blokes in the truck.
So you've brought in other people like this?
Five lots.
The first time, when I saw him in there, I went spare.
I told Carlyon I wanted nothing to do with it.
Why didn't you come to the police?
Because I was threatened.
So you went on doing it?
Yes.
He was paying you, wasn't he? Paying you well.
Isn't that why you didn't come to the police?
No.
Why you ran on the docks?
It's true, isn't it? Eddie--
Carlyon's threatened to kill me.
And he would have.
What makes you say that?
Because this isn't the first time something has gone wrong.
We had a bunch of blokes.
I fetched over four of them.
One of them was sick when he stowed aboard the trailer,
but when I opened the doors--
he was dead.
You're saying another man you brought over in your truck
on a previous occasion is dead?
About six months back, it happened.
We got rid of him.
I can show you where.
I was terrified.
I wanted out of it them, but Carlyon said, no way.
He threatened me.
He said I was in on it now, whatever happened.
If I told anyone, I'd go down with him.
What was I supposed to do?
I've got a wife and kids.
Nobody believes the driver.
Nobody.
I gotta see her.
I've got to talk to my wife.
Please.
So this is where all the drop offs were made?
Yeah.
I'd bring them in my truck.
Carlyon would be waiting with his van over there.
We switched at my crossing, and he drove
them to the railway station.
And the man you brought over six months ago--
the one who died--
he was dumped in the lake?
At the far side.
Yeah.
Come on.
Thank you, Eddie.
My name is Garforth.
I'm Carlyon's--
I know who you are.
[inaudible].
I'm sure my client has nothing further to add
to his previous statement.
Did you know he was doing this?
I strongly advise--
We were smuggling wine in.
That's what he told.
Georgie, you--
Don't touch me.
Afternoon, gentlemen.
What the hell is going on?
Let's continue this conversation in the station,
shall we?
With what do you intend to charge my client,
superintendent?
Manslaughter.
Possibly murder.
Can't be absolutely precise at this present moment.
Such a murky businesses, isn't it?
Cattle trade.
Thanks.
How did your Macbeth go, finally?
Bloody.
So fair and foul a day I have not seen.
Yeah.
Mine was a bit like that, too.
Cheers.
[theme music]
[shouting]
Going in with the nobs, are we?
Only the best for you, Dad.
Well.
Good evening.
Can I take your coats?
Yep.
Be back in a minute.
OK.
Thank you.
Who's paying for us?
Oh, Charlie, shut up and get us a drink.
Uh-- there is a bit of a problem.
Uh, change of plan.
I thought we were booked?
Well, we are booked.
Sort of.
What?
Just a minute.
Right, you're both gonna have to close your eyes.
Ah-ha.
Go on.
Close 'em tight.
Where are we going?
No, it's-- it's OK.
And open 'em.
[applause]
[dog barking]
Quiet, boy.
What is it?
[barking]
Thank you.
This is yours.
You can have it.
- Thanks for your help, Doug. - It was a pleasure, mate.
It's the first time I've managed to get one
over your father in 10 years.
Hello, Roger. - Nice turn out.
Yeah.
[tapping]
I want to thank our children--
David, Ruth-- for doing this for us.
[applause]
Thank you both.
My wife tells me I have to say something.
I don't usually do what she tells me, but--
[laughter]
Ladies and gentlemen, members of the jury--
no, no-- I do feel at ease addressing this gathering.
You're the perfect audience.
All-- intelligent. Well-educated.
And hopefully-- hopefully drunk.
[laughter]
Which reminds me of the time Helen and I first met.
We were university students up in Leeds, at some alcoholic do.
And-- it was there that we fell for each other.
Well, actually-- actually, it was Helen who fell, and--
I picked her up off the floor.
She-- she always claims that she was trying to sit in my lap,
but unfortunately, I was standing up at the time.
No, no.
Seriously, it was a case of love at first sight.
And within a year, we were married.
And now we've completed the first 25
years of a lifelong sentence.
[applause]
You've suffered it well, Helen!
Oh, yes.
But not in silence.
I tell you, if this thing ever comes to court, um--
I shall ask for a large number of offenses
to be taken into consideration.
The truth is, ladies and gentlemen--
I've enjoyed 25 wonderful years with Helen,
and from the bottom of my heart, I'd like to say
thank you for everything.
For your love, care--
patience.
Support.
For all that you've done, really,
to make this particular policeman's lot a lot,
lot happier than I could ever have dreamed of.
[applause]
Right.
No, look.
Let's have a look.
Let me take a closer look [inaudible]..
That's the, uh--
notification of conviction done.
I'll, uh-- do the return of property tomorrow.
Great.
Just-- just cut the paperclips, and maybe then we
can go for a beer, yeah?
Oh, uh, not tonight, Sarge.
You're not still going out with that nurse, are you?
Yeah.
Getting regular treatment.
[ringing] Incident room.
Where?
Any details?
No.
Um-- about an hour?
Right.
We've got something.
Down at Porthkerris.
We call the boss?
No.
DI said to, uh, page him if anything came up.
You, uh, think you need me, Sarge?
Yep.
No medicine for you tonight, boy.
It's all hands on deck.
I said that [inaudible] won't do any good.
I don't remember what he looks like.
I've put our address in his wallet,
so he won't forget where we live.
Hey, Charlie, that was a grand speech, love.
Done your hair different, haven't you?
- No. - Suits you better.
Mom, this is Lucy, from my work.
How do you do?
Pleased to meet you.
This is my mom, Irene.
[beeping]
You come all the way down from Yorkshire?
Yes. David said was getting up a do.
Wouldn't have missed it for the world.
Do?
Yes, your do.
Dad?
You've got to play some.
No, no, no.
Oh, come on.
I fixed it with them. - No.
No, no-- not tonight.
Dad?
Come on.
Look, I'm far too rusty.
Oh, don't be daft.
Come on.
[applause]
[music playing]
We've got a job on.
Ferry terminal, Porthkerris.
Can't it wait?
No.
Let Liberace enjoy himself.
We can deal with it.
Slip out quietly, OK?
[inaudible]
I do.
I prefer to live in free range.
I mean, who wants to be cooped up in some [inaudible]
with a wife and six kids?
You've just been unlucky in love.
That's all. - Oh, really?
Yeah.
I've had my melting moments.
I got engaged once, do you know?
You didn't.
I did.
WPC, she was.
Stunner.
Tiny cheeks.
Lovely little-- human being.
Happily ever after land, we thought.
She moved in, we got on on like a pair of frozen chips.
It was a nightmare.
But you're so funloving and companionable.
You think so?
Just don't fancy it, eh?
Well, it depends who's asking, I suppose.
I didn't mean that.
What?
You know.
No I don't.
Yes, you do.
What?
It was about half past eight.
- Thank you, porter. - Back there.
Nothing's been touched. - Right.
Thanks.
Thank you.
We'll take it from here.
We're going to have to get the boss down here.
The kids are wonderful to have done this.
Yeah, I reckon Doug Kersey had a hand in it, too.
You know something?
Hm?
I feel sleepy.
Well-- I'll get you home to bed then.
[beeping]
Don't tell me--
I'm sorry, love.
Don't forget, our address is in your wallet.
Yeah.
Bye.
He's not going?
The call.
Aw, not tonight.
He can't.
He has to.
No, he doesn't.
Charlie?
You off?
Don't forget you owe me a pint.
Yeah.
Go for me?
Yes, sir.
Well, there are clear asphyxial indications,
consistent with suffocation.
Insufficient oxygen in an unventilated space.
Any sign of--
anything obvious?
I'll let you know when we open them up.
Accidental?
Oh, it's possible.
Four or five hours sealed in that icebox,
and certainly they'd be chewing for air.
Rough time of death?
[inaudible].
Pulled off the 6:00 ferry from France, sir.
It had been delayed. - Yeah.
I'd say they were dead on arrival.
Excuse me.
Sorry about this, sir.
It's OK.
The driver is an Eddie Sowden.
There's a photo of what may be his wife and kids.
It was in the cabs.
Bills of laden show that he was coming back empty,
but there's a stack of wine in there, as you can see.
Where's the driver now?
He's disappeared.
Dixon's chased up the track owner,
and he's given us a description of Sowden.
We've got an all ports warning out on them.
Right.
They all carried passports, rail tickets.
A few pounds.
Nothing else to ID them.
Run a check on the passports.
Looks like some sort of immigration scam
that's gone badly wrong.
It's not nice.
It's the end of a perfect evening.
Come on.
Mommy!
Go on upstairs.
And be quiet while Mommy talks to the gentleman.
Sorry.
Has Eddie had an accident?
Not as far as we know, Mrs. Sowden.
Oh, thank God.
Where is he?
I was hoping you might tell us that.
We're anxious to speak to him.
Well, I don't know.
I rang the police.
I rang his bus when he didn't get back.
Been on pins all night, worried sick.
When did you last speak to him?
Um-- last night.
About half eight.
He phoned up from the dock.
Said he got back safe.
The ferry was late, and he knows and I'm a worrier.
What's happened?
Has he ever gone missing like this before?
No.
He's regular as clockwork.
Steady.
He's not in trouble?
He may be.
What's he done?
He goes abroad often, does he?
Your husband?
Four or five times a month in the wagon, yeah.
Has he ever brought anyone back to the house?
Strangers?
No, never.
Just mates sometimes.
Why?
There's been a serious incident,
Mrs. Sowden, in which your husband's
truck has been involved.
There has been an accident, then?
No, no, no.
Nothing like that.
Not an accident, no.
But we do need to find your husband's whereabouts.
Now, he may contact you again.
Look-- what's going on?
Please tell me.
What's happened?
Please?
Your husband may not have been involved, Mrs. Sowden--
but several bodies have been found inside his truck.
- Bodies? - Yes.
We'll be giving details to the press later on.
Dead bodies?
Yes.
So you understand why we have to talk to him?
Now-- if he rings you, could you ask
him to call me on this number?
Yes?
I want to help him, Mrs. Sowden.
It's in the middle of nowhere.
You know that?
Yes.
I don't understand that.
All the passports they were carrying are false, sir.
- Forged? - Nope.
Stolen from round and Cornwall in the last 18 months.
Duty inspector came up with a name.
Brian Buddle.
He's got convictions for pickpocketing.
Yeah, I know Brian Buddle.
Little runt with a broken nose.
From New [inaudible], sir?
Yeah, that's right.
I caught him with a full deck of credit cards a few years back.
Yeah, he's also got a conviction for being involved
in dealing in stolen passports.
Does he?
Worth a visit, then, sir?
Yes.
Yes, find out what stone he's living under these days.
Right.
Boss wants Sowden's home address
watched, in case he shows up.
Settle down there, Potts.
- Just me, ma'am? - No, no.
Partner's in the yard.
DC Tuttle.
Great.
I've had a closer look at these rail tickets that were
in the bodies of the truck.
One to Birmingham, another one to Liverpool.
Two to London.
And that one.
Trevenna.
I mean, why a little station 20 miles north of Truro?
I'll check it out.
Yeah.
Could be worthwhile.
How's Sowden's wife?
Mortified.
Says she has no idea where he is.
Could be in Cairo by now.
Maybe.
We buy all our beef here.
Good stock.
There's been problems in the beef trade, hasn't there?
This mad cow disease business.
BSE?
Load of nonsense.
Safer eating beef than a veggie burger.
[inaudible]
Knocked me sick when your chap phoned me up.
I still can't believe it.
We'll need Mr. Sowden's tachograph record.
Yeah, no problem.
He's the last bloke I'd have dreamed of being involved
in something like this.
Something like what, Mr. Carlyon?
Well, live imports, shall we call it?
I mean, you read about it, you hear the odd rumor all the time
in the shipping business.
But you don't imagine one of your own drivers
would be on it.
Seems the rear doors of his trailer weren't locked.
Oh.
Well, don't tell my insurers that.
We're supposed to run third party
fire and theft at all time.
[auctioneer speaking]
There were a number of cases of wine found in the trailer.
Would you know anything about that?
Can't say.
Since they changed the excise laws,
I've caught two drivers bringing over a bit of fiddle.
But not Eddie.
That surprises me.
Have you've been in the business along, Mr. Carlyon?
Family farm.
Goes back donkey's years.
Fine cornish beef.
Queen's award.
I run a very legitimate business, superintendent.
My books are yours.
So business is good?
Well, we've got the animal rights loonies on our back.
Protest of the export beefs on the [inaudible]..
You can't win.
Well, presumably you've got your own cold store?
Oh, yeah.
We're based over at Carrick Down.
You're welcome to take the tour.
I'll be over there this afternoon.
Well, thank you very much, Mr. Carlyon.
You've been very cooperative.
Anything I can do.
[auctioneer speaking]
[inaudible]
Two teas when you're ready, Mary.
With you in a tick.
Right-o.
You're late today, lads.
Yeah, I've been out on the job.
Don't want to fry breakfast with them teas, do we?
[whirring]
Keeping busy, Brian?
Yeah.
This and that, Mr. Kersey.
[inaudible]?
A few have gone missing.
I haven't been active at that game for years.
I've got rheumatism in me fingers, see?
I'm on steroids.
Don't prat around, Brian.
This could end up a murder inquiry.
Oh.
Jack The Ripper now, am I?
No.
No.
But you could get sucked in.
Unless, of course, you choose to help us.
How can I?
Well, let's talk hypothetically.
Um-- say a--
a pickpocket like your good self--
say he, uh, lifts a number of passports.
Where would you-- he--
trade them?
Well, that depends.
Oh, come on.
When I was active at it, I'd collect a bundle, and then
inter-city up to London.
I knew a dealer.
Paid 50 quid a throw.
I could do with some names.
Bloke called Mickey.
That's all I know about him.
He'd ring me up now and again, and if I had any gear for him,
we'd arranged a meet.
That's how it went.
This Mickey-- has he rang you lately?
No.
I'm out of the game.
I told you, Mr. Kersey.
I've got five dead people, all holding stolen passports.
I need to know.
Well-- if I hear a whisper, I'll give you a shout.
Right?
According to the tachograph records off Sowden's truck,
on his return from France, he sometimes
drives 30 miles out of Porthkerris Dock,
stops for half an hour, and then drives 15 miles to, uh--
Carlyon's cold store at Carrick Down.
Well, he could be making a detour to a drop off point,
sir.
And then swans back to base empty.
Check them out, would you?
30 mile radius of Porthkerris.
See if it turns anything up.
Right, sir.
[knocking]
Detective Inspector Lane.
Can I ask how long you've been parked here, madam?
An hour or so.
I'm waiting for somebody.
Who would that be?
Is there a problem?
Can I ask you to step out of the car, please?
An hour you say you've been here?
Yes.
Maybe a little bit longer.
Isn't it allowed?
Who did you say you were waiting for?
My husband.
He was, uh--
he was traveling a long way, wasn't he?
Oh, god.
What's happened?
Where is he?
Who did the time sheets for the drivers, Mr. Carlyon?
My wife, Georgie.
I check them over now and again.
Why?
Is there a problem?
Well, um--
Eddie Sowden, uh, according to his tachograph,
made this, um, 30 mile detour before returning back here.
Did he?
Why would he do that?
I can't say.
Maybe he was dropping off the wine
he was bootlegging somewhere.
That could be it.
And you hadn't noticed this pattern?
No.
Well, maybe your wife could help us?
Sure, yeah. Georgie?
The superintendent's on about Sowden's tacograph.
Did Eddie have a regular stop off about
30 miles from Porthkerris?
Could have.
We turn a blind eye if they knock off for half an hour.
To have a kip, or whatever they do.
Keeps everybody sweet.
I'd ask some of the other lads.
They might know where Sowden had a parlay.
Very kind of you.
Pleasure.
Um-- I'd like to take you up on the offer of looking
over your books, Mr. Carlyon.
If you don't mind.
Certainly.
They're with my accountant at the moment,
but I'll let you have them as soon as he's through.
Thank you very much. Oh!
Sorry.
See the greens match Saturday?
No.
Didn't miss much.
First half was even.
Second half even worse.
Cat's chance of ever getting a promotion.
Like me.
Yep.
I hate jobs like this.
Don't you?
We could be sat on his house till Christmas comes.
Still, all the time we're sitting here,
we're not spending any money, eh?
Eyeball to unit one.
Wife of target heading into your area.
RADIO: Yes, yes, eyeball.
We'll pick her up.
Get ready.
Right.
Oh, no.
[ringing]
Come on.
Please, man.
Please.
You OK?
Now, you say the man you identified was your husband?
Yes.
And the arrangement was that you should meet him off
the train to Trevenna Station?
They told me to be there at 11:00 PM.
How did they tell you?
A phone call.
Yesterday afternoon.
Did you ever meet these people?
The people responsible for the arrangement?
One of them.
A man, yes.
With my cousin.
He fixed it all.
And his name was?
I don't know.
And what was your cousin's name?
Will he get into trouble?
I think you're all in a great deal of trouble, Mrs. Desai.
No.
I swore.
I can't tell you.
Now look, five bodies have been found.
You can help us find the people who may be responsible.
Responsible for the death of your husband.
Were you involved?
When do you mean?
Somebody planned all this.
Somebody organized for five people
to enter this country illegally.
So I'm asking you, Mrs. Desai, what part did you play?
Nothing.
I just handed over money.
10,000 pounds.
You gave 10,000 pounds to a man you didn't know,
whom you say you'd met only once,
with someone you claim was your cousin?
Yes.
Well, forgive me for saying this message,
Desai, but your story lacks a certain credibility.
What do you know?
I'm sorry?
And it was my husband.
We were married eight years ago, in India.
For eight years he's been trying to join me.
I have his child, and they wouldn't let him.
Who wouldn't let him?
The home office.
They wouldn't believe me.
They said I was lying.
That it was a way of getting him here.
A pretense.
I spent a fortune in the courts trying to make them see,
but none of them would believe me.
He was my husband!
I wanted him to be with me.
I begged.
I pleaded.
I'm a British citizen.
I have a right!
A man and his wife have a right to be together.
Can't you understand that?
I can, yes.
Mrs. Desai's story checks out, sir.
She's filed a number of appeals to the immigration
authority regarding her husband's
right of entry to the UK.
Right.
Anything further on the passports, [inaudible]??
No.
No.
I could have another go at Brian Buddle, but--
He'll keep.
Mrs. Desai's asked if she can leave the station, sir.
Duty office is fretting.
No.
We keep her.
Until we find the name of this cousin she says fixed--
Sir?
Mr. and Mrs. Carlyon have walked into the front office.
Oh, yes?
Yeah.
They've come to make a statement.
And, uh-- have got their lawyer in turn.
Mr. Garforth.
Spare us.
Right.
Let's see what they've got to say for themselves.
Who's Garforth?
My clients have come here of their own volition,
Mr. Wycliffe.
They wish to make a statement.
Superintendent, we have not been entirely frank with you.
In what way?
Well, as regards--
The cases of wine found in Eddie Sowden's trailer.
Yes?
It's a little side lamb we've had going for a while.
Save the wagons coming back empty.
Go on.
That's it.
We didn't mention it before because it--
My clients wish to set the record straight.
I see.
And the people found in the trailer?
Um-- would you like to set the record
straight about them, too?
Or are they only a little sideline?
No.
I know nothing about that.
That's Sowden.
That's nothing to do with us.
Let's just go over that again, shall we?
My clients have made their statement, superintendent.
This isn't an interview.
No.
No, no, it's a murder inquiry, and I'm seeking clarification.
I should think it's crystal clear what
Mr. and Mrs. Carlyon have said.
This is a written summary of statement with regard
to the wine found in their company's vehicle.
You may peruse it at your leisure,
and now my clients have important business elsewere.
I don't wish to detain your clients, but--
On what pretext would you detain them, superintendent?
Well, let's try breach of customs regulations.
Yeah?
No, I don't think so, superintendent.
Mrs. Carlyon will provide documents
and invoices pertaining to the import of these goods
at a later date.
I'm sure she will.
Thank you, superintendent.
I'm sure you're grateful for the assistance my clients have
given you with your inquiries.
If you have any further questions
of Mr. and Mrs. Carlyon, please address them through me.
I know where you are, Mr. Garforth.
Delta Bravo 3 to Hotel 1.
RADIO: Go ahead, Delta Bravo 3.
Suspect approaching the house of Eddie
Sowden on Tension High Street.
We're dealing, backup requested.
He's letting himself in.
That must be Sowden.
You knock on the front.
Give me two minutes.
I'm in position.
Go.
[knocking]
[knocking]
Police.
Don't try it.
Come on.
[shouting]
[shouting]
Cheers.
Hi.
Hi.
I've got us a table at the County Carvery.
7:30-8:00.
Just for two.
Oh, darling, that's a lovely thought, but not tonight.
I've got three staff off sick, and I've
got to take the other six on Macbeth tomorrow.
You could wing that.
No, Charlie, I couldn't.
I've booked it.
Phone, Dad.
Who is it?
Sergeant Dixon.
Says it's urgent. - There you go.
Perfect.
What's up?
Nothing, love. Nothing.
OK.
You drove off the ferry and parked on the dockside, yeah?
Yes.
Then I went and phoned the wife.
Look, I need to talk to her.
She'll be worried sick.
She's got good reason to be, Mr. Sowden.
Detective Superintendent Wycliffe
enters the room at 1950.
So what happened next?
I was coming back to the wagon when
I saw this police car and a customs
bloke climbing on the trailer.
And you ran off.
Why was that?
I thought they'd found something.
I wasn't going to hang around.
Pulse went up, and I panicked.
Because you knew what they'd find in the truck, didn't you?
No!
Look-- something dodgy turns up in a wagon,
it's always the driver that gets done, isn't it?
You can look at that bloke in Spain.
They found cannabis in his load.
He was inside for two years.
And the lab, with them [inaudible]..
Nobody ever believes the driver.
Tell me about your route from Porthkerris
to the cold store at Carrick Down.
What about it?
Your tachograph shows that you made a detour
on a number of occasions.
You went 30 miles out of your way.
Why was that?
Um-- there's a cafe over at--
Over at where?
Darnestown.
Joe's.
It's a pull in off the road.
I sometimes get a fry up there.
They know me.
Ask them.
We will.
Mr. Sowden, five men were found in the back of your truck.
All dead.
I'd no idea they were in there.
Maybe they just-- climbed in the back?
Yeah.
Maybe I'm slimmer of the year.
Come on, Mr. Sowden.
You were smuggling them in, weren't you?
No!
I swear it.
I just panicked.
That's why I ran.
I mean-- when I read the papers, all about the bodies--
I was out of it.
I was going to give myself up.
But I had to see my wife first.
Please.
Let me talk to her.
Please.
So Sowden's not admitting it, then, sir?
No.
I'm not entirely sure that he's our man.
But he's certainly bottling something up.
Hm.
His wife says he's been stressed out lately.
Maybe this detour he's been making
is somewhere he doesn't want her to know about?
Or someone he's been visiting?
She told you, right?
I just got the feeling.
But she's adamant he's not playing around, so--
Wives are usually the last to know.
She's still in the station.
Won't go till she's seen him.
He mustn't talk to her.
I don't want that.
Duty officer's been briefed.
Whatever it is Sowden's sitting on,
whether it concerns his wife or not,
he's going to be opened up.
Well, our little trip was definitely worth the petrol.
The cafe is only 21 miles from Porthkerris Dock, not 30.
Bursts Sowden's bubble, doesn't it?
Eh?
Yeah.
Might shake him up a bit.
Good.
Good.
Good.
Let's go at Sowden again. - Yes.
Good idea. We'll turn the temperature up.
No, no. Sorry.
Don't go in. I want Lucy in on it this time.
Yes, sir.
That's a good idea.
I'll get some paperwork done.
Excuse me.
Your story doesn't appear to tell me with the facts,
does it, Eddie?
There's been a mistake.
They got it wrong.
Was there somewhere else you went to on that detour?
No.
Your wife's in the station.
Wants to talk to you.
How is she?
Upset.
Is there something particularly wanted to say to her?
Wanted to explain?
Yes.
I'm innocent.
This will do for her.
She's on tablets as it is.
I don't want to crack her up.
You should have thought about that before you got involved.
I'm not involved.
We have another woman in the station, Eddie.
Another wife.
What?
Her husband was one of the men found in your truck.
Found dead in your truck.
She was waiting for him.
She had been waiting for eight years to be with him.
Her husband.
Now, you think about that, Eddie.
Eight years.
And now he's dead.
And she'll never see him again.
Can you imagine how that feels?
Yes
He'd risked everything for her.
To try and be with his wife.
Because they loved each other.
It wasn't dead meat you were shipping in your truck, Eddie.
It was people.
People in desperate situations.
With lives.
Feelings.
A little like me, and you.
Trying to reach the ones they loved.
Trapped in there, suffocating to death.
You'll feel much better, Eddie, if you tell me all about it.
You picked them up in France?
That's right.
Five of them, weren't there?
Who shut the door, Eddie?
Was it you? - No.
Not me. They stored them in the trailer.
I didn't want anything to do with it.
The ferry was-- delayed.
I think they must've been stuck in there too long.
- I believe you, Eddie. - It was Carlyon.
The first time, he told me it was
a load of wine to bring over.
The beef trade's a bit dodgy these days.
It'll be a bit of fiddle money, he said.
I thought, why not?
50 quid to me?
And it'll do for the kids' Christmas, you know?
He told me to drive off the docks to a drop off
point with this wine he was on about, but when I got there,
there was three blokes in the truck.
So you've brought in other people like this?
Five lots.
The first time, when I saw him in there, I went spare.
I told Carlyon I wanted nothing to do with it.
Why didn't you come to the police?
Because I was threatened.
So you went on doing it?
Yes.
He was paying you, wasn't he? Paying you well.
Isn't that why you didn't come to the police?
No.
Why you ran on the docks?
It's true, isn't it? Eddie--
Carlyon's threatened to kill me.
And he would have.
What makes you say that?
Because this isn't the first time something has gone wrong.
We had a bunch of blokes.
I fetched over four of them.
One of them was sick when he stowed aboard the trailer,
but when I opened the doors--
he was dead.
You're saying another man you brought over in your truck
on a previous occasion is dead?
About six months back, it happened.
We got rid of him.
I can show you where.
I was terrified.
I wanted out of it them, but Carlyon said, no way.
He threatened me.
He said I was in on it now, whatever happened.
If I told anyone, I'd go down with him.
What was I supposed to do?
I've got a wife and kids.
Nobody believes the driver.
Nobody.
I gotta see her.
I've got to talk to my wife.
Please.
So this is where all the drop offs were made?
Yeah.
I'd bring them in my truck.
Carlyon would be waiting with his van over there.
We switched at my crossing, and he drove
them to the railway station.
And the man you brought over six months ago--
the one who died--
he was dumped in the lake?
At the far side.
Yeah.
Come on.
Thank you, Eddie.
My name is Garforth.
I'm Carlyon's--
I know who you are.
[inaudible].
I'm sure my client has nothing further to add
to his previous statement.
Did you know he was doing this?
I strongly advise--
We were smuggling wine in.
That's what he told.
Georgie, you--
Don't touch me.
Afternoon, gentlemen.
What the hell is going on?
Let's continue this conversation in the station,
shall we?
With what do you intend to charge my client,
superintendent?
Manslaughter.
Possibly murder.
Can't be absolutely precise at this present moment.
Such a murky businesses, isn't it?
Cattle trade.
Thanks.
How did your Macbeth go, finally?
Bloody.
So fair and foul a day I have not seen.
Yeah.
Mine was a bit like that, too.
Cheers.
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