Fatshe Leno La Rona Doctors

Yesterday's little prank...

front page news!

-The public have a right to know.

-And I've got a right to keep my job!

I got you that placement as work experience,

not an assignment for WikiLeaks!

This is just a rehash of what came out yesterday.

"A source close to the investigation revealed similarities between

-"the deaths of Lauren Porter and The Scraper's previous two victims."

-I know.

-I've had a word with him.

-It's my neck on the line, not his!

-Like I said, we've had words.

-You owe me.

-Owes you for what?

Just had Maybrook CID on the phone.

They picked up The Scraper last night, they reckon.

Didn't think to tell us till they heard about this. So, come on.

-Maybrook?

-Someone's got to take notes.

Councillor Forrester!

Don't mind me.

You can sit back down again, if you like!

Traffic problems, Councillor?

No.

-I've rescheduled your nine o'clock.

-Excellent.

There's notes on Botswana for your 11 o'clock in the in-tray.

Wonderful. Cup of tea?

Of course.

-I'll drive.

-Do you mind if I join you?

We're interviewing a suspect, not examining the crime scene.

I know, but, if it really is The Scraper,

it would be good to compare notes with Maybrook SOCO.

I've read the reports, but... Rob, what do you think?

Could be useful.

Maybrook SOCO, they haven't got the best reputation.

You know, a professional reassessment.

OK, sit up front, talk me through the Maybrook cases.

Oh, you are not reading these novels?

They are arrant nonsense!

Second rate detective novels, written by a Scotsman of all people.

They suggest that the whole of Botswana

is filled with criminal types.

I rather like them.

They are not to be mentioned in front of Councillor Forrester.

So we are going to see him?

I do not think so. Well, not today.

But it HAS to be today!

We have an appointment in just over an hour and...

and it's Botswana Day.

It has to be today.

I have had...

..difficult things on my mind this week.

If you don't want to do it...

I shall do the presentation myself!

But...

I can't cook the...

..the...erm...

the doughnuts.

Magwinya.

Yes, you'll have to make those.

Please.

I think, perhaps...

..you had better leave the talking to me.

Yes!

Right.

The ingredients are in here...

and I have music to get us in the mood!

I thought we could take this with us

and at the end of our presentation we should play...

the Botswana National Anthem.

This is not the National Anthem of Botswana.

Oh!

National Anthems Of The World In Alphabetical Order.

Oh! It's Argentina.

Does it sound Argentinian to you?

It's quite jolly though, isn't it?

Right, let's get to work!

Right!

More butter coming up!

I've always wanted to visit Botswana.

And Tlokweng!

I didn't know it was real!

I could meet Mr JLB Matekoni!

What are you talking about?

Mma Ramotswe's husband,

Mr JLB Matekoni,

proprietor of The Tlokweng Road Speedy Motors.

He doesn't start as her husband, of course!

Are you referring to those books again?

CLASSICAL MUSIC

Azerbaijan.

-Very rousing!

-Hm.

DI Stapleton, welcome to Maybrook.

DCI Driver.

-Harrison Kellor, Forensics.

-THUMPING

Childs lock.

So, you want to meet The Scraper?

If you've got the right man this time.

He killed those two girls.

-Forensic evidence?

-Not yet.

What about the fingers?

-Have you recovered the trophies yet?

-No.

-So, it might not be him.

-What have you got?

We've got the Killing Room.

-A Killing Room?

-Yeah.

It looks like he didn't kill them in situ.

That's why the locations are so clean.

You said that he killed Lauren where we found her.

That's what we thought with the first two,

but we had a report of screaming the time of the second abduction.

Couple of uniforms checked it out and...there's a cellar.

SOCO thinks he didn't keep it quite as clean

as the places he dumped them.

-We should get some results later today.

-Good.

Is he talking?

DOOR BUZZES

Mrs Tembe and Mrs Middleton, I'll let him know you're here.

The Botswana Ladies for you, Councillor.

'Excellent! Marks out of ten?'

Er...it's difficult to say really.

'Sounds like a couple of threes, maybe worse.'

Erm, a bit more than that, I'd say.

'Really? They're not coming through that door

'unless one of them's a seven...or more.'

Er, I'd say the combined total might be about...

'I'm busy!'

He's, erm, he's tied up.

I-it's just unexpected, important business.

Oh, no!

I-I'm dreadfully sorry.

Young lady, as one receptionist to another, let me tell you

that your powers of subterfuge leave a lot to be desired.

Please...stand aside.

Grab your bag.

Er...

Ah, the Bolivians!

They seem to have broken through my first line of defence.

Oh, well, do your worst...

I am sorry?

Your presentation, woman.

Let's hear it.

-I haven't got all day!

-Right, erm...

Councillor Forrester, it is an honour for us to present to you

a case for the establishment of a formal twinning association

between the towns of Letherbridge, in England...

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING ..and Tlokweng in Botswana.

This is the wrong one.

Really?

It is a bit insipid.

Where the hell is Botswana, anyway?

It's in your briefing pack, Councillor.

Botswana is a very big and beautiful country

in the southern part of Africa.

Tlokweng is down here...

next to...Gaborone.

You'll be familiar with Tlokweng

from the stories of Precious Ramotswe and the first...

AND...today is Botswana Day.

The 45th anniversary of my nation's founding.

What better way to celebrate than to share some Botswana delicacies

and discuss ways in which

our two communities can learn from each other?

(Sorry!)

Neeeeeeeugh!

That's a "no" from me.

What do you think, Winston?

-Dominique?

-Well, actually, I think...

So, that's three "Nos".

Botswana does not have talent!

Twinning associations are about cultural exchange,

what kind of culture is Letherbridge going to exchange

with some squalid African township?!

So, pack up your maps and your flags, and your tub of dumplings...

and go!

Happy Botswana Day, ladies.

(Come on.)

10:58am, 30th September 2011.

Interview with Peter Michaels.

Mr Michaels has declined legal representation.

DI Stapleton in attendance, together with DCI Driver and...

DS Hollins.

DS Hollis from Letherbridge CID.

All that way just to see me?

It's not that far, it's just down the motorway.

There and back in a couple of hours.

Do you like lollipops, Detective Chief Inspector?

You ever been to Letherbridge, Mr Michaels?

Lolly, lolly, lolly...

POP!

Pack it in or I'll cuff you!

We've been admiring your work, haven't we, Hollins?

I'm a big fan.

Very professional.

All that bleach, to remove the evidence, smart move...

and then Stapleton gets lucky.

Lucky?!

Good police work and an incompetent so-called serial killer.

Does it count as serial killing if you only top two girls?

Or is it three?

Bleached skin, missing finger...

In Letherbridge.

Like you say...in Letherbridge.

Sit down.

-Are you going to let her speak to me like that?

-It's either her or me.

What happened in Letherbridge?

-You know what happened in Letherbridge!

-Who was she?

-Speak to me.

-Was she pretty?

Don't speak to him. Sit down!

What was that, "Neeeeeeeugh!", thing all about?

Some kind of cultural reference.

The man is a buffoon.

I'm sorry about the music, I think the numbering's wrong...

I think it might have been Bosnia-Herzegovina.

I knew this was a bad idea.

Oh, come on, Mrs Tembe.

This really isn't like you.

It's still Botswana Day!

Did you see the newspaper?

The story on the front cover?

Yes, that poor girl!

I knew her.

Did she fight? The Letherbridge girl, did she fight?

-You tell me.

-I'm sure she did.

-He likes them feisty.

-You're saying you're not The Scraper?

I'm saying The Scraper didn't kill their girl.

Where were you on the 20th September?

What should we call him?

A disciple?

A protege?

A fan?

Or I am the disciple...

and the Master's still out there...

torturing, and killing...

and mutilating.

-What you think, Sergeant?

-Never mind what he thinks.

Oh, but I WANT to know what he thinks.

Strong, silent, Sergeant Hollins!

Am I The Scraper, Sergeant?

How many Scrapers do you think there are?

-You TALK to me!

-Oh!

It's all getting a bit angsty in here!

Why don't we have a break for a smoke?

You'll have to lend me one, I'm all out.

Do you want a cigarette?

Why don't WE enjoy a quick smoke,

while he thinks about being more cooperative.

You play nicely...

and these are all yours.

Just ask the, "strong, silent, sergeant."

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING There was nothing remotely human, or humane, in that room.

I'm so sorry.

The death of an innocent is...very hard.

What is this music?

Sorry?

Oh! Er...

Brazil? Not sure.

Rather good though, isn't it?

It makes you want to...march.

Makes you want to fight for what you believe in!

This is not fair.

He was extraordinarily rude!

After all your hard work.

Precious Ramotswe wouldn't stand to be treated like this!

No.

No!

And nor will Winifred Tembe!

Councillor Forrester needs to be taught a thing or two

about Botswana women!

What are we going to do?

I have no idea.

This is so exciting!

(This is stupid!)

What if he recognises us?

In the first Mma Ramotswe book,

she disguised herself as a nurse.

Her very first case!

And?

She completely fooled Happy Bapetsi's father.

Actually, he wasn't really her father...

that was the whole point.

And Mma Ramotswe brought her case to a successful conclusion?

Yes, indeed, Mma Tembe.

'So, that's settled then.'

Technically, Mr Chairman, there should be a vote on this issue.

I've been in this job long enough to know when we have a consensus.

Anyone else think we need a vote?

That's settled then.

Next item.

So, Mrs Middleton...

..what are you doing skulking in the dark like a Botswanian lady detective?

I like to keep busy.

There is busy, and there is obsessive.

Ever since I asked you to help me with this project,

you have dedicated yourself, beyond all reason,

to the celebration of a culture...

about which you know nothing.

I've read the books.

Next to nothing.

Botswana Day is very important to me, that's all.

That is not all, Mrs Middleton.

I have been watching you, like your lady detectives.

I've seen the photograph and the flowers.

She would have been 33 by now.

Your daughter?

My little girl...

..Clara.

And today?

The 30th of September...

..1986...

..25 years ago today.

It was a tumour...on her brain.

Judith...

..I am SO sorry.

Ah, change of venue,

they're in the Old Block, Committee Room Three.

I'm sorry!

Just give me a few seconds, then follow me in, OK?

Good luck!

(Are we really going to do this?)

Yes.

Yes, we are.

For Clara.

For Clara.

They don't respect you, Sergeant.

What?

Those women,

they should treat you better.

You could teach them a trick or two, a man like you.

Come on...let's show them.

Let's show them what you can do...

I want to talk.

Interview recommenced at 15:34.

Conducted by DS Hollins from Letherbridge Police.

Let's roll!

You didn't kill Lauren Porter.

You didn't even know that she'd been killed.

Oh, I like that.

'Strong, but silent.

'I feel I could confess almost anything to you.'

'I'm listening.'

'Play the game, Hollins! Ask me tough questions!'

It's not a game.

If you've got something to say...

then I'm listening.

I don't think we need to bother with item seven,

it's just a formality.

Item eight bores me to tears,

so you can deal with that one next month when I'm on holiday!

Which brings us to item nine, oh, do we have to?

Well, it is on the agenda.

Forget it. Can't be bothered.

Which means that your Chairman has concluded matters in record time,

once again - and just in time for tea!

Do you know, I had some mad Bolivian woman...

-Botswanian.

-Botswanian woman in this morning,

wanting to twin Letherbridge with Timbuktu!

-Tlokweng!

-Wherever.

She actually tried to force-feed me some poisonous jungle fodder.

God knows what was in it,

but there is nothing to beat a good old English doughnut.

Especially when they're home-made.

Now, can we all go home?

Any Other Business.

Go on, then, any other business?

Erm, yes, please.

I note the Chairman's approval

of the home-made Botswana magwinya.

Would he also like to comment on the quality of the redbush tea?

It's you. It's her?

-And me!

-What are they doing here?

I have no idea.

Councillor Forrester...

here, in your CIVILISED town of Letherbridge,

I have been the victim of unprovoked racial abuse.

A young woman in my workplace was cruelly murdered!

I myself found her brutalised body.

You have communities here

that don't even understand the meaning of the word COMMUNITY.

Tlokweng offered Letherbridge the hand of a brother

in Christian fellowship.

Qualities your communities need so badly.

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING But, I would be ashamed to introduce you

and your offensive manner to the hard-working, honest,

democratically-elected officials of Tlokweng.

So I will take my delicacies

and I will share them directly with the people of Letherbridge.

And we will see...if a little bit of Botswanian culture

can bring a smile to the faces of the people who really need it.

THEY APPLAUD

It's been over ten years...

Inspector...

Sorry, er, Hollins is conducting the interview by himself.

What?! Idiot!

Michaels'll walk all over him.

That was worthy of Precious Ramotswe herself!

Do you think so?

Mma Ramotswe is very smart, very clever and always gets her way!

You know, a closed mind is not a good thing.

Maybe I should try one of these books,

see how smart she really is.

I'm to escort you from the premises.

With pleasure!

I haven't enjoyed a day in the office so much in a very long time

and I think the Committee has finally found its voice.

I think Mr Forrester's days as Chairman are numbered.

You will not lose your job?

Chairmen come, Chairmen go.

I'm always here to welcome the next one!

What the HELL do you think you're playing at?!

For the benefit of the tape,

DCI Driver and DI Stapleton have entered the room.

He insisted, Boss.

He made me say it, he tricked me and confused me. He bamboozled me.

Shut up! If you've got something to say...

What tropical and subtropical vegetable

is sometimes known as ladies' fingers?

There's a quiz machine in the back room of The Bishop's Head.

They don't like me in there, but I haven't been barred. Not yet.

The night your Letherbridge girl was killed, I won the jackpot.

Okra.

Ladies' fingers.

I counted my winnings on the bar...

and bought a lemonade, to celebrate.

They won't forget that.

I have multiple witnesses placing me in The Bishop's Head, in Maybrook,

until past closing time.

When was your girl killed?

# Fatshe leno la rona

# Ke mpho ya Modimo

# Ke boswa jwa borraetsho

# A le nne ka kagiso. #

Happy Botswana Day, Letherbridge!

Magwinya for everyone,

washed down with the finest redbush tea!

-No beer, then?

-Jimmi!

It would not be appropriate in the afternoon, Dr Clay!

# Tsogang tsogang banna

# Tsogang emang basadi emang... #

You ever do that again...

-He can always come and work for me.

-What?

-PHONE BEEPING

-He got the result.

Michaels didn't kill your girl.

But he DID kill the other two.

Forensics came good?

Yep, you got your man.

-Right.

-So, looks like you've got your own Scraper.

A copycat. Yes, that's possible.

Someone in Letherbridge?

Someone who knew her.

Maybe.

We've just got to find him.

Just bog off!

Touch me and I'll have you charged with assault!

From where I'm sitting,

you look like a man of questionable character.

I made mistakes and I've paid for them.

It's my fault, eh? I killed her.

I'm not saying anything.

And are you also aware that your partner

dropped off the deceased before she was murdered?

Doesn't look good, does it?

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