Wycliffe (1994–…): Season 5, Episode 1 - On Offer - full transcript

[theme music]

Pull.

[gunshot]

Up until two weeks ago, you had a good life.

On your knees.

I'm gonna execute you.

[screaming]

[indistinct yelling]

WYCLIFFE: No.

[screaming]

[screaming]



Mr. Wycliffe.

[gunshot]

[screaming]

Oi, get us some water.

How about a bit of quiet, eh?

BOY 1: Come on.

All right, I'll get it.

I'll get it.

BOY 2: I'll go then.

BOY 1: No, I'll seriously get it.

[inaudible] bloody [inaudible]..

Wake up.

Yeah, that's real funny, innit?

[laughing]



Just you wait. I'm gonna get you.

[laughing]

I'm gonna get you.

Get off my land.

We a right to be here, sir.

No, dad, stop!

- You damage my property. - Stop it!

Breaking my fences.

Get off my land!

We paid the hotel and they gave us a permit.

You're like mad dogs.

You don't belong here, you sods.

They're only kids, dad.

Good morning, could I speak to Mr. Wycliffe, please?

Oh, I see, um, is that a good sign then?

Ah, good.

Uh, could you say Doug Kersey called.

Yes, thank you.

Mm-hm.

Hm.

Now, grip my arm.

Hm.

The shoulder is bending well.

But there's some nerve inflammation in the brain stem,

which is going to cause problems, mood swings,

there may be hallucinations.

Is he seeing a psychiatrist?

He's not keen like most of the officers who come here.

And really, I haven't felt he was up to it.

But as soon as he's stronger, I'll--

You should insist on it.

Since this attempt on your life, you've been through a very

traumatic time, Mr. Wycliffe.

You must expect some after effects.

If you don't offload trauma, it will come to you as a demon.

Morning.

Morning.

Daily report.

Thanks, Sharon.

And a nice, brisk missive from Mr. Stevens.

Why can't he tell me?

I'm seeing him for lunch.

Sorry, mum, but there's been an instance on the Spa river.

A farmer over there, Miller, he set about a couple

of kids fishing, whacked one, thrown

all their gear in the river.

The parents want to press charges.

Why is this my problem?

Miller has threatened to shoot them.

Has he now.

What are you doing?

Fixed that post, have you?

No, I was making fairy cakes.

Sewer rats.

You've got to talk to those hotel people.

It can't go on like this.

They conned us.

That water is worth fortunes.

Yeah, but grandpa was paid the money.

So it's legal.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

If we carry on like this, we'll end up in prison.

And who's gonna run this place when you're in jail?

I'll tell you who, me.

That's who.

Time you got to dinner.

Anybody's?

No.

I'll just sit my [inaudible] down then, eh, kid.

[inaudible]

Oh, sorry.

Charlie Wycliffe.

Been approached by the escape committee yet?

Keep yourself to yourself?

Yes.

Yeah, well, don't blame you.

There's some crackpots in here.

Yeah, what you got to watch is, don't stay too long.

Otherwise, you come in through the front door

and leave out the back with cotton wool

in all your orifices, eh?

Hurt your neck and that, eh?

Yes.

Bad is it?

OK, I know.

I'm nosy.

I just hope it was on duty, kid.

[inaudible]

Guess how long I've been raking in the disability pension?

Sorry, I wouldn't know.

27 years.

I tell you what.

I come here each year for two weeks holiday.

Shy kids never get anything.

If you'll excuse me.

Do you fancy a game of Scrabble, kid?

Make sure you eat plenty of that alphabet soup, eh?

What the hell does he think he's doing?

We got problems.

Miller has pulled up in the front in a tractor.

Bloody hell!

[laughing]

Oh, please.

Have you spoken to Charlie?

Yeah, yeah.

I phoned this morning.

But he was in seeing his doctor.

They said he's doing fine, though.

Helen doesn't seem so sure.

You know, it's taken me nearly a month to reorganize

his computer files.

I hope you haven't changed too much.

He's gonna have to take it easy when he gets back.

If.

Getting a taste for it, are we, Lucy?

Well, you don't want it, Doug, do you?

Or so you say.

No, I know where I stand.

If I found Hitler, they wouldn't promote me.

No, they can keep their conferences

and their chocolate digestives.

Mum, there's been an urgent call for assistance

to the Riverview Hotel.

It's the mad farmer again.

All right, let's get at it.

Don't crash the desk, Lucy.

Has Miller admitted the assault on the fisherman?

Yes, and proud of it.

He's a hard, old sod, eh?

I'm just pleased he decided not to fight.

Huh?

Otherwise, we'd have needed a net and trident.

I don't think management are over enamoured.

No, they wouldn't be.

I'm telling you, something serious is

going to happen with that man.

I take it you're pressing charges, then?

Dead right, I am.

Look at it.

Head office will go crazy.

Oh, the smell.

Yeah, it is a bit ripe.

Anywhere we can go?

We can use my office.

All right, Joe.

Drink, Dougie?

No, not for me, thanks.

You've changed.

It's money for [inaudible],, eh?

Yeah, pays my bookie.

Job thought they'd knacked me, didn't they?

Yeah, well, I don't know all the ins and outs, Joe.

It's in the past, anyhow.

Stevens, I wouldn't spit on him if he was on fire.

He can have it off with the press office,

it all gets hushed up.

But because I show a bit of initiative,

I get thrown to the dogs.

Yeah, well, I haven't come to chew the fat.

I just want this agro between you and Miller sorted.

It's so simple, a cadet could deal with it.

The hotel owns the fishing rights.

We hire out there and day tickets, make a few quid.

And he objects, does he?

His father sold the rights.

Seems he never agreed with it.

Reckons his land and fences are been damaged.

He gives us fire and brimstone at least once a week.

And is his property being damaged?

I don't give a monkey's.

It's good to see you mellowed in your old age, Joe.

I didn't spend 17 years in a snake pit

without learning how to bite.

Don't be too concerned with this tenants meeting tomorrow.

Basically, you're there for the savaging.

So speak only policy, weather the storm.

And by next week, it's history.

Thank you.

Look, it's generally understood on the indestructible grapevine

that I've been offered a post with the Home

Office Working Party on traffic management and the environment.

Yes, congratulations, sir.

It's a major challenge.

And not to put too fine a point on it, I want--

no, I need a reliable, intelligent, staff officer.

Is that directed at me, sir?

No ties, have you?

No.

No, not really.

Guaranteed fast track advancement.

I'd need to give this some thought, sir.

Naturally.

But if it helps, I want you on my team.

So make it PDQ and then give me your affirmative in triplicate.

Keys, keys, and your money.

I thought I was being charged.

Dad, just listen.

Right, Davy, listen, you must come back in a month, right?

All the statements, everything goes to the Crown

Prosecution Service.

They decide whether you're charged.

Sign here.

In the meantime, you do anything silly and you will forfeit

your bail on top of any other penalty imposed,

do you understand?

Sign that.

He must keep his head down, Janet.

You think that's easy?

You get the tractor?

Yes, dad it's at the farm.

Right, that's it, then.

See you in a month.

Oh, and no more eco pebble dashing, eh?

Don't tell me.

Tell them!

Thanks, sorry.

What's this, then?

Doug Kersey, Mr. Miller.

I'm the detective dealing with this.

I don't want no Billy Billies hanging around my property.

Dad, will you just let the man speak?

Are you his daughter?

Yes, I am, for my sins.

Look, um, I'll try and sort something.

But he mustn't go to the hotel.

No.

OK, or hit anyone, no matter how much provoked.

Any trouble, OK?

Thanks.

Just give it some time and space, Mr. Miller, eh?

Don't twist me son.

Look, it would have been better to have kept him

and had him looked at by a doctor.

It's not that easy, I'm afraid.

The law and common sense don't always tie up,

not in real life, anyway.

You got my card?

Right, yeah, thanks.

Come on, dad.

Bye.

Bye.

Mr. Wycliffe, your wife is here to see you in the library.

Pull.

[gunshot]

[knocking]

Well, wakey, wakey, wakey.

[inaudible] and bakey.

Dinner gong, kid.

Come on, be quick.

We'll miss the prawns.

[music playing]

So who is there, Doug?

DOUG (ON PHONE): The full team.

Just waiting for Franks with his little black bag.

What does it look like to you?

Want have we got?

White male, probably a poacher.

But how he died, your guess is as good as mine.

LUCY (ON PHONE): Could that farmer

have anything to do with this, bearing in mind his threat?

Yeah, it's possible.

But I'm not pinning the tail on the donkey yet.

[inaudible]

Yes, message received, Lucy.

Doug, any reason why I wasn't turned out for this?

Well, I didn't think it was necessary.

If you don't mind, I'd like to make that decision.

Are you saying you want to be turned out for everything?

LUCY (ON PHONE): No, I'm saying I want

to be informed of everything, the same way

you'd inform Charlie.

Well, I'm informing you now, mum.

Doug?

He just hung up on me.

Lighten up, sweetheart.

You said you trust Doug Kersey with your life,

so why not with somebody else's death?

He knows the protocol.

This is my future. And I'm not gonna--

Steady on.

--let him screw it up because he lacks ambition.

Hey.

He resents me sitting in that chair.

Hey, cool down.

You're letting it get to you.

Listen, owning an electronics company

that churns out kids games does not qualify you

to comment on my kind of job!

Thanks.

I'm not the enemy, you know.

Stevens has me under a microscope.

One slip and I've blown my big chance.

Do you think all my staff are perfect?

One glitch could cost me thousands.

Sorry.

Oh, hell no.

Who is that?

Ah, Angus, you have no idea.

I'll see you tonight, OK?

Not too late, eh?

You don't know what you're asking.

I'll try, I promise.

Sir.

I thought you didn't have any ties.

I don't, sir.

Mr. Wycliffe?

Yes?

Dan Farthing, welfare.

Delighted to meet you.

How do you do?

Oh, hell of a journey, hit a rabbit, blood and fur

everywhere.

It totally destroyed my number plate.

Anyhow, how are you and yourself?

Take it in my stride.

Capital, capital, yes, taking it easy is an art form.

You got to work at it.

Too many of us caught up in the infernal sausage machine, rush,

rush, rush, getting nowhere.

Lucky to get sausages, huh?

You didn't come here just to gossip, though, did you,

Mr. Farthing.

You're not a detective for nothing, are you?

No, part of my job is to prepare officers for retirement.

Well, you've had a wasted journey

because I'm not retiring.

I understand your feelings.

But the moment of truth dawns for all of us.

I try to ease people into the realities.

You are at optimum age for pension.

I'm sure the compensation will be substantial.

What right have you to come in here

and tell me when to leave the job that I've given my life to?

- I'm only trying to be-- - Hey?

- I'm only trying-- - Hey?

--to be honest and objective, Mr. Wycliffe.

- Please, don't upset yourself. - Upset?

I think you better go before I--

before I say something I'll regret.

And you can tell them when you get back,

and you know who I'm talking about,

that I'm not exercise in economics.

I'm a policeman.

I like your style.

Now this could be naughty.

What is it?

Well, I would say nothing till I get them unzipped.

But put it this way, my backside will

be on full display in the market square

if this is natural causes.

OK, murder.

[inaudible]

Not going home early on this one, Ronnie.

There's some fresh tire and footprint.

Do you want casts?

Of course.

But where's his gear?

I mean, there's obviously somebody else with him.

I'd put any money on it that they used a vehicle.

Well, I'll do my best, sir.

But you know what casts are like?

Just do it, Ronnie.

Because I would hate for an acting senior officer to think

we missed something. Hey, you, come here.

Sir.

What's your name?

Hall, sir, Derek Hall.

All right, Derek Hall, you're with me.

If I speak, you write it down.

If I drop it, you pick it up.

And if I go for a drink, we enjoy it.

You're not a graduate, are you?

Would that be an issue, sir?

All right, thank you.

I'm not prying, Billy, but how did you come to get

yourself in this situation?

You know what?

You're the first person to ask me direct.

I didn't duck quick enough.

But we're a sport over there, aren't we.

Take three of us out and win a cuddly toy.

So what happened?

A sniper set up at a burglary call.

Our cap badges he used as a sight guide.

I was lucky mine was sitting up on my hair.

I never heard or felt it.

One minute I was about to pick up a milk bottle,

next it was as if I'd been wired into the national grid.

You all right?

Yes, I'm all right.

I'm all right.

I'm sorry about that, Billy.

It could have been worse.

We could have been on top of a cliff.

You were shot, weren't you?

Aye.

I thought you'd looked into the black hole of nothingness

the first time I saw you.

All right, there you go.

All right, thank you.

Is it that obvious?

It's in the eyes, Charlie.

Some of them still believe the image of the [inaudible]

is imprisoned, photographed there forever.

That's why they try and plug them out.

Yes.

You know the worst bit, as I was laying there,

he came round to finish me off.

He would have been no more than 14 and--

and the hatred in his eyes.

14?

They're all the same age with a gun in their hand.

So what stopped him?

I don't know.

And maybe it would have been better for everybody

concerned if he'd finished the job off.

But you know what?

If I could walk, I'd still go back.

Dead?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Oh, God.

Oh.

[sobbing]

I thought when he didn't come back last night,

he'd gone out somewhere with his mates.

Did he go out every night?

Mostly.

How did it happen?

Well, we're not sure yet, but we think he drowned.

Was there anybody he went out with in particular?

No.

He'd go out on his own in his truck.

The truck.

So whoever brought it back knew where to put it.

I don't know.

It could be.

You did say yourself that the dog would have barked its head

off if it had been a stranger.

If I knew, I'd say.

Listen, Sandra, it's just, you know, there's

somebody else involved in this.

And we need to know who that is.

I'm telling you, I don't know anything.

Derek, could you get onto Soco to bring this in, please.

Sandra, have you had your housekeeping this week?

Right, cheers.

I can hear the wheels clanking in your head.

And I'm telling you now, there is

no way we could prove that money was the proceeds of crime.

It would stay in property for months.

And then we would have had to hand it back.

So she would have got it anyway.

I know, but by right--

Right?

Can you see these kids?

So don't talk to me about right, Derek.

Go on, Sandra.

If something turns up, would I call you?

Uh, yeah.

Thirsty work.

Very unusual rib configuration.

I should have brought my rose pruners.

How many of these things have you done, [inaudible] eh?

Oh, I never counted.

Probably a couple of graveyards full.

I don't look for the next one either in case

it's got my face on it.

Knock, knock.

Oh, high-ranking strangers in the camp.

So what have we got?

Hepatitis.

What?

From falling in the water?

His liver was in very poor condition.

And when subjected to trauma, the system just couldn't cope.

Well, what were the hole in his head?

Well, certainly not a firearm, more of a puncture wound.

Or it could have happened when he fell.

The skull was fractured, but it didn't kill him.

And he had very little water in his lungs.

So he certainly didn't drown.

I'm sorry, I'm completely confused.

What are we looking at?

Well, if he was using electricity to stun the fish,

it's possible that somebody or something had hit him

on the temple, he's fallen in the water, been stunned

by the electric charge, and the combined trauma was just too

much for his weakened liver.

We could be looking at manslaughter, then.

I only carve.

It's up to you to pick the prime cuts.

Which saves [inaudible] backside from public display,

anyway.

Sorry?

Sorry, Lucy, it's a private joke.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some customers

that's dying to see me.

What's your next move?

I'm gonna track back from the scene to the garage

where the truck was found.

And then try and find Oaksey's accomplice.

Aren't we missing something here, Doug?

The farmer.

He has to come into the frame.

His irrational behavior, his threats.

I doubt if he knew where Oaksey lived.

Are you saying to me he drove the truck back?

I'm saying, he's the only suspect we've got.

And wiped the fingerprints clean off the truck including

those off the inside mirror?

I don't think Miller is that clever, do you?

Can I suggest we at least check out his alibi,

if that's not too much trouble.

Well, perhaps you should take over

that line of inquiry, Lucy.

Pass the sauce, kid.

No salt, mind you.

It's bad for you.

Nurse reckons you were shot and killed the bloke who did it.

Is that right?

Hey, cool down kid.

The more villains we can put six feet under, the better, eh?

Now, this may come as something of a shock to you,

but I don't regard the taking of a life

as being even remotely funny.

Your attitude is an insult and represents everything

that I hate about this job!

A bit unsociable, isn't he?

[phone ringing]

Lane.

Look, my instructions were perfectly clear.

I don't care what Mr. Kersey says.

I'm ordering you to go to the Miller's first thing tomorrow

morning and I want any movements or any alibi

checked out in full, do you understand?

Don't let it get to you, sweetheart.

Who do they think is running the show, me or Doug?

OK, let's-- let's just enjoy the meal, shall we?

Lucy, come on.

It's only a job.

No, Angus, it is not only a job.

It is more than that.

You're wrong.

I can't eat anything.

OK, that's fine by me.

I need to think.

Oh, yes?

What about?

Things, everything, I don't know.

This isn't really working out, is it?

Look, if it's that job with Stevens, I'll move with you.

It's-- it's not you, Angus, it's me.

Oh, Christ!

Are you sure there are no other roads?

Yeah, this one leads straight from

the crime scene to Oaksey's

Well, he wouldn't have been hanging around,

so keep your eyes peeled.

What are we looking for, sir?

Whoa.

That's all right.

They don't got any film in 'em anyway.

If it caught us, it might have caught our friend.

'Cause he would have his foot to the floor, wouldn't he?

Just cross your fingers it was working last night.

Well, what do you say?

What?

They think I done it.

They think I killed that kid.

Well, they can take what come.

No, dad.

It'll be nothing.

Dad, don't be so paranoid.

Paranoid?

I'll show you bloody paranoid.

No, dad, you can't.

Dad!

You want me?

You're gonna come and-- [gunshot]

--get me. [gunshot]

Oh.

Dad?

Oh!

- Dad, what's the matter? - Ah!

Dad, what's the matter?

Ah!

What is it?

What's the matter?

Dad, what's wrong?

What is it?

Oh, no, no, no.

It's all right now.

It's all right.

It's OK.

Strokes like this are totally unpredictable.

But he's had a bad one.

Yeah, but he's tough.

Well, that's in his favor.

But it's a very long process.

What, he could be a vegetable, you mean?

Talk to him, you never know, he might hear you.

It's funny, you know.

You know it's gonna happen and there's not a bloody thing

you can do about it.

And we haven't helped the situation, have we?

No, it was nothing to do with the police.

He's been working up a head of steam ever since mum died.

What can I say except I'm sorry.

You know, he's a hard man to live with, Doug,

but he's honest.

And he's loving, you know, in his own way.

So what are you going to do about the farm?

Oh, I dunno.

I'll manage somehow.

You know, when I was 14, I wanted to be an Air Hostess.

I wanted to see the world, meet someone in America,

and I don't know, have a fantastic life,

something like that.

Just before she died, mum made me promise to look after dad.

Anyway, you can see what happened.

Yeah, well, if there's something I can do.

Well, you could come around for a cup of tea in sympathy,

you know, if you're passing.

I mean, that's what coppers do, innit?

Well, that's what they tell me.

OK, take care of yourself.

Well, I'm gonna have to.

There's no one else.

Sir, sir, there's been a call for you, sir.

Oaksey's woman says this is one of the blokes that was

knocking the stuff out of him.

All right, that should do it.

There is one matter I would like to discuss with you.

Stevens.

Yeah, I'd forgotten about him.

You know he's been offered this job at the home office.

He's asked me if I'd like to be a staff officer.

You know I value your judgment.

And, well, to be honest, I don't really know what to do.

I can't make up your mind for you.

But if it's rank you're after, you grab that greasy pole

with both hands.

There are other factors.

Such as?

I know this is going to sound presumptuous of me,

but it would help me make my mind up

if I knew whether you were planning on coming back or not.

Brendan Oliver?

Oh, don't tell me.

Number plate's dirty, is it?

No.

I think we need to talk about tales of the riverbank.

Hey, you can't do that.

Where were you two nights ago, eh?

Two nights ago, huh?

I don't like talking to an echo.

Now, give me a reason not to take you down to the station,

eh?

Hospital.

Wife tried to remove a kidney without anesthetic.

Is that good enough for you?

It's better than most.

I'll check it out.

Now, then, ah, since when have you been returning

direct from Brazil, Brandon.

[inaudible]

Oh, yeah?

Oh, and I'll tell a lie.

Cash and carry, that was.

And this was carry without cash, was it?

Hey.

A stab wound.

Caught in the headlights, was it, Brendan?

Along with the other pheasant and trout.

Come on, Brendan, you'll be seeing

me bright eyes in a minute.

Boss.

Look, I provide a community service, huh?

Now does that include supplying family

allowance books, does it, eh?

Look, I'm not interested in breaking

down the infrastructure or recycling in this neighborhood.

Yeah, all right then.

What do you want?

A name.

Your mate Oaksey is gutted just like this

and lying in a freezer drawer.

Murder, Brendan.

Murder?

What are you talking about?

I thought he'd fallen in, yeah?

It was an accident.

Yeah, I'm not involved.

Wrong, you're in it up to your ears, mate.

Yeah, right.

There's no need to be so heavy.

Look, he was working for some bloke who

had a big racket going knocking the stuff out

to all the hotels.

Well, Paul reckoned he was being ripped off, yeah?

So he started to push a few Trenton rabbits through me.

Yeah.

Yeah, I took 'em.

I never had the bottle to go poaching.

That's the truth.

Right, here's what we do.

You give me your name and statement

and I'll let you carry on with your community service, OK?

But I don't know his name.

Paul never told me.

No.

That's not [inaudible].

No.

This new digital gear is great for enhancement.

No.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Check that numberplate.

Devil.

And we can't see who it is.

Matches.

Good.

Can you concentrate on the steering wheel?

Can you get in any nearer than that?

Any more will lose definition.

Let me see that ring.

Gotcha.

The only thing we don't know is was he killed intentionally

or was it an accident. - Intentionally?

Yeah.

But, who is gonna kill over a few fish?

I mean, you go to a supermarket, they're, what, a tenner a pop

or something.

Yeah, you multiply that by 100,

that's a hell of a lot of money.

How much do you earn a week?

Look, Derek, we've got a dead body and evidence

there was someone with him, somebody

who made a determined effort to cover up his tracks.

Now, if I start thinking it's an accident,

I might as well put on a pair of white gloves from store

and start doing point duty.

Hold on. She's coming to sign our books.

Look, um, examine the flora and fauna for ten minutes,

would you?

Are the pieces coming together?

Yeah, with luck.

Do you remember Joe Charlton?

The Benton traffic Sergeant?

He's lucky he didn't do time.

Group head of security now, would you believe?

Based at the Riverview Hotel.

You think he did it?

I don't think, I know it.

Evidence?

I have some.

But I can smell it.

Look, the injuries to Oaksey's skull

ties in with a sovereign ring I saw him

wearing the other day, right?

And we've got video footage of Oaksey's

truck being driven by somebody wearing the same ring.

A sovereign ring, Doug.

There's got to be thousands of those.

Look, Brendan Oliver's statement,

he says that Oaksey worked for someone

who let him on the river.

Mm-hm.

Watched his back, and sold the fish to every hotel and guest

house this side of Africa.

Now, this poaching is a bigger deal than we thought.

So I want to go after him now with your permission.

It's not a very good one, though, is it, Doug?

The facts, as they stand, we don't have a murder case.

At the end of the day, it's down to the CPS to decide anyway.

I know that.

Is this is a pep talk?

Or do you want to take over the whole inquiry, eh?

Cards on the table, Lucy.

Because you didn't come here for a cozy case

conference and to listen to the birdsong, did you?

Get into my car, now.

Look, I know Miller was a decision to regret.

You put the lives of two cops at serious risk.

If you're thinking I'm giving you absolution, forget it.

I really thought I had it cracked, you know.

Then every decision I make just turns upside down.

It's because you're trying to think

like a superintendent, Lucy.

I even upset Charlie.

Hm?

I asked him if he was going to retire.

What?

What are you like?

Oh, God.

I knew as soon as the words left my big mouth,

I shouldn't have said it.

Yeah, we all like to be told we're on the scrap heap.

Nice one.

Anyway, it's all academic.

Why?

I might be moving on.

I'm sorry.

I was looking for Mr. Hardy.

Oh, come in.

Heart attack.

The old monkey was well overdue anyhow.

His arteries were so tight, they couldn't consider bypass.

Did you know him well?

No, not really.

In fact, I came here to--

it doesn't matter.

He was an old devil, you know.

When you bent down, his hand went straight up your smock.

- Morning, ladies. - Morning, sir.

Looking ready for the day, chief inspector?

Morning, sir.

Hold all calls for 10 minutes, please.

Come.

Sit you down, Chief Inspector.

So?

Your offer, sir, I have decided to accept it.

Ah, sorry, I'm afraid the post has been filled.

Pardon?

I was led to believe that the position was mine.

Well, yes, but that was three days ago.

An opportunity like that, I expected

you back within the hour.

An hour?

I'm sorry, sir, but an hour just wasn't long enough.

I had to think this through very carefully.

And take advice?

Well, yes, naturally.

Yes, well, that's why you haven't succeeded.

Anybody who works for me needs to be able to make

decisions like that.

You chose the wrong mast to nail your colors to.

Oh, come, come, Lucy.

Don't be melodramatic.

It's only a job.

I've given it to Dodgeson, a young inspector.

Do you know him? - Oh, no.

He's a graduate, fine boy, first-class

degree in economics.

Not to worry, another train will come along.

You have a fine record.

I'm confident you'll rise through the ranks on ability.

Who is to say, you and I may well work

together again in the future.

Is Charlton in?

Uh, well, yes, but--

Through there?

Yes.

Detective Hall, [inaudible].

Not a good idea, sir.

Why don't we go and have a nice milky cup

of coffee in your office and I'll tell you all about it,

all right?

I won't be a second, [inaudible]..

OK, sweetheart.

I'll leave it to you to get the tickets,

as long as it's somewhere warm.

You know me.

Bye, love.

Never changed, have you Dougie.

Always had bad timing.

This isn't a social call.

I've come to collect you.

Eh?

You haven't got cloth ears.

I'm taking you in for being involved

in the death of Paul Oaksey.

You do not have to say anything but it--

Hey, hey, Dougie, son, settle down.

You don't have to caution me.

Elias versus Passmore, remember?

This isn't just taking back-handers from speeders,

Joe.

You are in deep trouble, mate.

OK, you probably think so.

But wind your neck in.

Let's discuss this like ex-colleagues should.

Don't you lump me in with the ex-colleagues guff, right?

Dougie, I hate for you to dig yourself a dark hole.

Now, give it to me straight.

Give it to me straight, what's your problem?

I have no problem.

Because I know you killed Oaksey.

He was working for you, wasn't he?

But he found another outlet.

And you didn't like it. What did you do?

Give him a smack? Teach him a lesson?

Where's the ring?

You'll have to take me out for a candle

lit dinner first, Dougie.

Is this what you're after?

Or are these the ones you want?

Get up. Stand up, Charlton.

Watch your blood pressure, son.

You lie down with dogs, you catch fleas.

Smelly things.

Some people kiss 'em.

Yeah, and I'll eat my hat if they don't tie-in

with Oaksey's merger.

Very popular dogs around these parts.

In fact, every fisherman that comes in here

seems to have one.

There must be enough hairs around Cornwall

to stuff a mattress.

No, you know as well as me, they can't match

those up with any specific dog.

But there again, you might get lucky.

But what does that prove, eh?

No, I've learned from my mistakes, Dougie.

And you're not gonna stitch me up, pal.

You're dead right.

I'm using evidence.

You're down among the dead men.

I've been there for years.

You drove the truck back and you put in the garage.

I've got you tied to Oaksey forensically

and with statements.

The injury to Oaksey's skull was caused by one of your rings.

And now I have got these hairs.

I can block every move you make.

You try me.

OK, you want a cuff, I'll give you one.

You say I'm bent.

Well, it's a matter of flexibility, son.

But once a copper, always a copper.

Gets in your blood, doesn't it?

Anyway, this Miller thing got me thinking.

I mean, I'm group head of security.

And I owe it to the community to try and find out who's

doing the poaching and damage.

So I went down there the other night.

And you know what?

I disturbed a poacher right out of the blue.

He attacked me.

I mean, come on, I was forced to defend myself.

And he slipped into the river.

He must have his head as he fell in.

But my blood was up, you know, fight and flight.

I must have panicked.

I took his pick up and the dog back to his garage.

How did you know where it was?

There were papers in the front, red bills

for the electric.

It didn't take much working out.

Self-defense, eh?

Total.

So your forensic is bound to tie me up at the scene.

But let's face it, Dougie, you and I both know you'll

never get me for killing him.

In fact, from what I've heard, I'll probably get a medal.

You knew we'd go for Miller, didn't you?

And that put a old man over the edge.

You're scum.

I think it's time for more formality, Dougie.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense if you do not

mention when questioned something which

you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Perfect.

Well done.

And thanks for putting one or two things into perspective

for me.

And best of luck.

Luck's got nothing to do with it.

Bye.

Right.

It's been a pleasure having you, Mr. Wycliffe.

Thank you.

I'm delighted you're on the mend.

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