4x04 Nine Lives
First Aired: Apr. 30, 2007 on BBC One
Summary: A family feud erupts when a rich, lonely old woman, Dorothy Hepple, is found dead in her home, as the drama about a team of unconventional detectives continues. She leaves all her money and property to her beloved cats, rather than her nephew, Harry, and niece, Caroline. Her body lay…
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Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: It's a cat.
Brian Lane: Do you know why their tongues are all rough? Because they're covered in sharp points, for stripping meat from bones.
Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: Fascinating.
Brian Lane: They've also got teeth that are designed for cutting and shredding, and retractable claws for pinning down prey. And people keep them as pets!
Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: Any of that relevant, Brian?
Brian Lane: Yes. Know thy enemy.
Brian Lane: Of course. They've been trying to prove the existence of the UK Big Cat for years. We've just given them the evidence.
Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: No, you did. That was an amazing bit of detective work, Brian. Well done.
Brian Lane: Oh, any of you could have put it together.
Gerry Standing: No! We're sane.
Blunt's Recepionist: Ah, right.
Jonathan Blunt: Aah, Mr Halford. At last we meet again.
Jack Halford: [picking up will] Perhaps I should read it through.
Jonathan Blunt: Well, you're more than welcome to, but the wording is exactly as we said it would be three years ago. Have your circumstances changed at all since Mrs Halford passed on.
Jack Halford: No no, no, nothings changed.
Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: Then sign it.
Harry Hepple: [bursting in] I have to see him now. Right. [to Blunt] You and I need to talk.
Jonathan Blunt: We have discussed this, Mr Hepple. If you wish to speak to me, you must make an appointment and wait your turn.
Harry Hepple: I have been waiting for ten years.
Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: Then ten minutes won't make any difference, will it?
Harry Hepple: Excuse me, who do you think you are?
Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: Detective Superintendent Pullman. [shows her ID] Who are you?
Harry Hepple: The cat is dead, Blunt. The cat is dead. [Hepple leaves]
Jack Halford: What cat?