McDonald & Dodds

This is you.

"I'm a Good Man" by James King.

Take care now.

# Mm-hmm

# Oh, yeah

# I'm a good man You can trust in me

# A mighty good man As good as can be

# They say I'm handsome And I realize that's true

# 'Cause you were made for me And, baby, I was made for you

# I'm a good man

# Mm, yeah

# Oh

# Mm, yeah

# I'm a good man

# Mighty, good man

# Oh, yes, I am

# Listen, why look for silver

# When you can have gold

# I ain't too young

# And, baby, I ain't too old

# I'm a humble man

# And I'm always true

# You were made for me And, baby, I was made for you

# I'm a good man

# Mighty good man

# Good man

# Mighty good man

# Oh, yeah, baby

# I like the way

# You smile at me

# I guess you like Everything you see

# I'm a good man

# Mighty good man

# I'm a good man

# I'm a good man

# Mighty, good man

# I'm a good man

# A mighty good man

# I'm a good man

# A mighty good man #

The Sunne Rising annual pitch and putt

traditionally takes places on August Monday, bank holiday.

But no one's actually bothered to book the course.

So, we may have to push it till September,

which actually suits me down to the ground, Ma'am,

because, er, rain and squalls...

I thrive in pitch and putt in those conditions.

You're very chatty this morning.

Oh, sorry, Ma'am, erm... Wine last night?

Hmm. Red. Always makes my head a bit fuzzy.

Well, at least you were home all night, so, er, no damage done.

Ah, there's never any damage.

How'd you know I was home all night?

Well, Ma'am, you always report drinking red wine at home

and white wine when you're dining out.

Yeah. Red wine, home. White wine, out.

Took me and the boyfriend ages to realise why we did that.

Yeah, er, red wine at home so that you don't have to keep

popping backwards and forwards to the fridge.

Yeah.

-Very good. -(thunder rumbling)

Blue lips, swollen.

Yeah. Not the first time I've seen that.

Pathology will have to confirm,

but it looks like a ligature strangulation.

On a busy bus, Ma'am?

Well, a few seconds is all you need to render him unconscious.

Five kilograms worth of pressure, to be exact.

Well, you need a lot more pressure and time

to cut off the windpipe and cause brain death.

Ma'am, er, this is the number six bus.

It's one of the most popular in Bath.

Er, especially in the rush hour.

For someone to have killed this man.

Well, he would have had to have done it

in the blink of an eye. And even then, nobody saw him.

Monthly bus pass. Ian Andrews.

Bit of cash...

and bank card

and this. Completely blank.

I'll get it to tech services.

See what that magnetic strip tells us.

Here we are. Ian James Andrews, aged 33, divorced, various jobs.

He looks familiar.

Ooh, I think you're right, Ma'am.

Lives at 14 Saltmarsh Street, Larkhall.

Oh, well, now, that is... that is... That's near the...

That's the point of the start of this bus's journey.

Yeah. "Larkhall terminus". There.

First on at Larkhall terminus, every morning. Weekends too.

He gets on, he pays, he takes a paper,

and he goes upstairs to the front left seat.

And where... where does he normally get off?

-Bath Spa station. -(Dodds) And did you, erm,

-run to timetable this morning? -(chuckles) Er, as best I could.

But there's roadworks everywhere.

You know, three or four diversions.

The bus should have a GPS system.

It's on a hard drive in the office, mate.

If we can access the stored data,

it should give us accurate times and locations.

Did anything odd happen between here and Larkhall?

-What do you mean? -Anyone acting suspiciously?

Nobody that looked like... (sighs)

...they'd do what was done to that guy.

He's unemployed and on benefits. Where's he going every day?

-Seven days a week. -(Dodds) Wearing a suit.

Right.

Ian Andrews was strangled to death on a bus

that was going through the city centre at rush hour,

and nobody saw a thing. How come?

Get on to local media, radio stations, Bath live app,

appealing for anyone who was on the number six

between 8:00 and 9:00 a.m. this morning.

And start looking at CCTV for every bus stop on the route.

Let's reconstruct Ian Andrews's final bus journey.

Ian Andrews. Divorced two years ago,

ex-wife and kid lives in New Zealand,

no other living relatives.

Ma'am?

Money, Ma'am.

US dollars?

-There's 200 there. -And I reckon there's about, er...

20,000 in there.

Look at that. Some sort of ticket stub.

"The Brits And The Blues.

Masterclass with Professor Clarence Adderly".

It's dated from yesterday. The Avalon Festival of Ideas. Hmm.

-Festival of Ideas? -Well, yeah, they... they call it

the Glastonbury of politics, philosophy and literature.

Er, it's a sort of intellectual shindig.

Takes place every year, over at Compton Dando.

Clarence Adderly. Emeritus Professor of US History

at the Virginia Commonwealth University.

Careful with the screen. I've set it to sensitive.

Specialising in the American Civil War.

But...

but oh, no, he's British. Er, born in Liverpool.

And he's also a leading authority

-on the Blues... -(scoffs)

...and its history.

My dad was into that stuff.

When I was growing up, after a few shandies,

he'd always sit us down and make us listen to the blues.

In 2021, Professor Adderly published,

er, the first volume of his definitive

three-part history of the blues.

-(indistinct chatter) -(crowd applauding)

-(guitar strums) -(crowd applauding)

As our riff travels north from the Delta,

propelled by the singular,

authentic voice of Robert Johnson...

-...it becomes hardened... -(guitar strums)

...by the urban, industrial experience.

-The blues becomes electrified. -(audience chuckling softly)

And the torch passes from Muddy Waters

-to players like BB King... -(audience chuckling softly)

...who shifts the guitar from rhythm to lead.

When this is heard by John Mayall, Alexis Korner, Keith Richards...

-(audience laughing) -However, our riff doesn't atrophy.

Because it's developed and improvised upon

by the likes of Jimmy Page, Peter Green and Eric Clapton...

# Tell my friend, boy, Willie Brown

# I'm standing at the crossroads Believe I'm sinking down... #

-(audience cheering, applauding) -(guitar strums)

Thank you.

No. Sorry.

His name's Ian Andrews. He was found this morning.

Dead, under suspicious circumstances.

Okay.

The only lead we have is this ticket stub

for your talk yesterday.

Hmm. We also found 20,000 US dollars

hidden under the bed. (chuckles)

I don't know what to say. I...

Sure. We just have to follow every available lead.

Sorry, this is routine, Professor,

but can you confirm where you were this morning

between 8:00 and 9:00 a.m.?

I'm a happily married man.

I love my wife, I love my kids, grandkids...

...but this morning, at 8:00 a.m...

I was with someone else.

Can we have a name?

Nope. She's married, and, er...

sorry, I'm a gentleman.

Does your wife know that?

-(birds chirping) -Joan?

-(tense music playing) -Clarence.

Yeah! (chuckles)