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Have you ever seen
anything like this before?

Her teeth are loose.

Somebody's hit her hard, just...

Yeah.

Something sharp has been
driven right through her skull.

Mm.

- You searched the pockets?
- Yeah.

Train ticket to London
with tomorrow's date on it.

- Who found her?
- Lady over there, sir.

I come in to do the flowers
for the early mass, pet.

And there she was, laid
out like Sleeping Beauty.

What'll her mam
say? It'll kill her.

Do you know her?

Little Audrey Chadwick. Aye.

Ee, she was a bonny lass.

- Her mother comes to the mass.
- Will she be outside now?

No, flower. She
comes to the 9:00.

Her man never
comes. He's a heathen.

You cannae miss either of them.

He's got a Fu Manchu.

And she's hoyed a leg ever
since she was a bairn, poor lamb.

Father's got a mustache.
Mother walks with a limp.

Right.

Well, she could have
been there all night, sir.

Confessions finish about 8:00.

Doors are never locked.

Did Audrey live here?

No. She... She
had her own place.

Well, we'll need her address.

What did she do for a living?

She's a nurse.

And do you have any idea why
she would be going to London?

She got a... a new job.

Teaching hospital.

New start.

She said she'd be
back for Christmas.

Dear God, this
cannot have happened!

Worst part of the job, Sergeant.

You're very quiet.

She wasn't a nurse, sir.

At least not when I met her.

Hi, handsome. How we doing here?

- First time in Rakes, is it?
- Uh, yeah.

No, no, it's fine.
I can do that.

- Nobody looking after you?
- I'm fine.

Well, how about I sit here
and talk to you a minute?

I'm Blaise.

"Blaise"?

And you're?

I'm John.

And what do you
do for a living, John?

I'm a plumber.

Does this cost extra, does it?

No. I was just being friendly.

And what is it you do
for a living, then, Blaise?

I'm a Fox, John. I'm
a cocktail waitress.

Really?

What were you doing at
Rakes Club in the first place?

I was curious.

Curious?

Lonely.

Well, that's because
you went without me.

We'll pay them a visit tonight.

Right, pathologist's
first estimate...

She died between 2:00 and 10:00.

Time to start filling this in.

- What was this place?
- Used to be a warehouse.

Wait till you see it
inside, though, sir.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Come on!

Oh, yes! Aw!

Thank you.

How come you've got
a membership card?

You get a 30-day trial.

How many times you been here?

Uh, you know, just maybe, um...

Hey, John.

- Hey!
- How's the U-bends going?

I didn't realize you
worked on Sunday.

I don't usually.

- I'm Fawn.
- George.

- So, what's your poison, George?
- Oh, I'll have what John has.

- Champagne, then?
- Really?

Fawn, I understand the
owner lives over the shop.

- Penthouse apartment.
- Tell him I'd like to see him.

George, Mr. Donovan's
a very busy man.

Tell him Chief
Inspector George Gently

would really like to see him.

And forget the champagne.

Police?

Are you in trouble, John?

Little bit.

U-bends?

Well, I wasn't gonna tell
her I was a copper, was I?

Oh, no. Course not.

How could a police sergeant
with a wife and kid to support

afford champagne?

- Whereas a plumber...
- Hey, all right.

Exactly how many times
have you been here?

Four.

And how can you
afford champagne?

I can't.

Was the dead woman always here?

Well, I just met
her that first time.

I never saw her after that.

I'll explain later.

Press "P" for penthouse.
He'll meet you up there.

Wow.

Gentlemen. Patrick Donovan.

My wife, Helen.

Gentlemen.

What this time? Not
enough fire hoses?

You know, in the States, we
have a word for this... "harassment."

I've come to talk to you
about Audrey Chadwick.

- Audrey?
- Blaise.

- What about her?
- I'm afraid she's been murdered.

She was probably the most
natural of any of the girls.

Apart from anything else,
she was the perfect Fox.

So, what makes the
perfect Fox, Mr. Donovan?

Well, let's be frank.

Number one... the body.

The rear view is
important in a Fox, I expect.

What else do you expect, Audrey?

Call us Blaise. Just Blaise.

Why just Blaise?

'Cause there's no
modesty, Mrs. Donovan.

That's probably all you
need to know about me.

And what do you know
about us, my lovely?

I know in America
the average Fox

works for two years
then marries a millionaire.

Or so I read in The Mirror.

It worked out that way for me.

But my wife was no average Fox.

Nor will I be.

You know what Rakes does?

You understand what
it is? And what it isn't?

I understand, Mr. Donovan.

I've understood since
I was 15 years old

what men want from me.

As long as it's me who
decides what they get

and what they don't
get, I'll be happy.

We'll train you.
We'll polish you.

But we expect total
dedication to the Rakes brand.

You'll get it.

What do you think, Helen?

Oh, I think she's
hired, Patrick.

Well, that all sounds
very sophisticated.

Of course, there
are those that think

you're just a posh knocking
shop selling overpriced booze.

The people who think that
will be outside right now.

Who?

Come see.

♪ We shall overcome ♪

♪ Someday ♪

♪ Oh, deep... ♪

The God squad.
Every Sunday night.

What is it they say
in Europe about you?

"On the Continent,
we have sex lives.

In England they have
hot-water bottles."

I have a mission in life.

I'd like to change
all that for you guys.

When did you last see Audrey?

When she left. Three weeks ago.

Why did she leave?

Pastures new. I didn't ask.

What, you didn't
bother to ask her?

Even though she
was the "perfect Fox"?

No. I didn't ask.

How many, uh, hostesses

are there working
here at any one time?

15.

Do you transport them
home after they finish?

- No.
- Start doing so.

I'll put a uniformed officer
outside your door at all times.

That won't be good for business.

I don't care about
your business.

I care about the safety
of these young women.

Do you have any idea

who might have done
this, Chief Inspector?

Her parents believed that
she was working as a nurse.

Do you know why
she told them that?

Mr. Gently, what
the girls do or say

outside these four
walls is not my concern.

Outside is what is
laughingly known as real life.

We don't do real life in here.

Uh-huh. Who knew her best?

Audrey was a loner.

I shall need to speak to all
the women who work here.

Maybe I should
talk to them first...

You will talk to nobody.

Did she share a dressing
room with anybody?

Fawn.

Then we'll start with Fawn.

I trust that bloke about
as far as I can throw him.

Really? Don't take
up poker, Sergeant.

Exactly how well do you
know this woman, Sergeant?

We had farewell drinks in
here on Saturday afternoon.

What time was this?

After we closed. About 3:00.

She left at about
half past 4:00.

Do you know where she went?

She said she were going
back to her flat to pack.

Why was she leaving, Fawn?

Don't know.

Her dad knew she
was working here, then?

He came in one night
with Frank Allingham.

Someone had told them that
she'd gave up nursing to work here.

He thought she were
throwing her life to the dogs.

Who's Frank Allingham?

Her ex-boyfriend.

He's a footballer.

At least he thinks
he's a footballer.

He's a sad case, like most
of the blokes 'round here.

Did they cause any trouble?

Frank picked a fight,
but the police were called.

Fight with who?

Mr. Donovan.

Why Mr. Donovan?

He's the boss, I suppose.

Frank's such an idiot.

He made the same assumptions

that most blokes
make about what we do.

You know, it's surprising
how many of them

take their wedding rings
off at the door, Mr. Gently.

And what assumption
was that, then, Fawn?

Uh, what's your real
name, by the way?

Fawn.

Fawn Grainger.

It... It is Fawn Grainger, sir.

We're supposed to sell
the idea of sex, Mr. Gently.

Has it occurred to you

that some men might
not make that distinction?

Especially after
a night's drinking?

Well, that's their problem.

Is it?

Did she have any friends
among the customers?

We're not allowed.

No, but clearly it happens.

Well, was she seeing one
of the customers, perhaps?

Or maybe somebody in the club?

We will need to
speak to you again.

I'm sorry you lost your
friend, Miss Grainger.

♪ ...day ♪

♪ Oh, deep in my heart ♪

♪ I do believe ♪

Shame! Shame! Shame! Shame!

- Mind if I take one?
- No thank you.

No, I'm not interested. No.

Where is your wife tonight?

- You've been here before.
- Sorry?

Haven't you got a
wife or a daughter?

Do you want to see them

cheapening
themselves in this way?

- Shame!
- Shame!

We're police officers.

A young women who worked here
was found murdered this morning.

So I would ask you,
as a mark of respect,

to disperse and go home.

- Now please.
- God rest her soul.

Please. Now.

Bunch of weirdos.

There's nothing weird about
people who see the world

differently than you, Sergeant.

Which girl was it?

Audrey Chadwick.

Audrey.

A life for a life.

What's that supposed to mean?

The Lord punishes
our wickedness.

Can I take your
name, please, love?

- Margaret Bishop.
- Margaret Bishop.

I have nothing to hide.

There is a house in this city

where abortion is
performed on a weekly basis,

and a blind eye is
turned towards it.

In England. In the 20th century.

Why aren't you
investigating those murders?

I'll pray for Audrey's soul.

Oh, great. That
will really help.

- May I, uh, have a leaflet?
- Oh.

She's off her head.

When I want your
opinion, I'll ask for it.

And why didn't you
take some leaflets?

- What for?
- Fingerprints.

Oh. Oh, yeah.

Oh, sorry, I-I wasn't, um...

Thinking like a policeman, no.

Now, what's going on between
you and Fawn Grainger?

Nothing.

Look, sorry.

Okay, I should have
told you about the club.

Don't ever put me
in that position again!

How was I supposed to
know what Fawn was hiding

when it could have been
you she was lying about?

Sir, what... Hiding?

You're just a kid, aren't you?

You got no self-discipline.
You want sweeties all the time!

I want a full account.
Come and find me tomorrow.

Well... Sir, no...

I-I-I didn't bring me car.

Well, walk!

Sir?

No, come... oh.

Going somewhere, Fawn?

I didn't say anything.

I promise. I swear to God.

This is booked, pal.

- What do you want?
- I want to talk.

And you can mind
your own business, pal.

Who am I talking to?

A single plumber or
a married policeman?

You're talking to me.

- Why did you lie to me?
- I'm so sorry.

It's just, um, my life is...

The important thing now is
what happened to Audrey.

You've got to trust me.
What is it you're not telling us?

Trust you?

You're the last
person I'll ever trust.

Just get out, will you?

Look, Fawn, has it got
anything to do with an abortion?

Because if it has, then...

I don't know anything
about an abortion.

Will you just get out?!
Just leave me alone!

All right, all right.

Please, take this.

You can phone me anytime.

Where can I get hold of
you? What's your address?

- Just get out, will you?!
- All right.

- Forensic report?
- Yep.

The blow to the side of
the head definitely killed her.

Something sharp driven
about an inch into her brain.

Somebody was angry.

She also had an abortion, sir.
Within the last couple of week.

Since she left Rakes, then?

Anything on the ex-boyfriend?

Yeah. This is him.

- Frank Allingham.
- Handsome devil.

Played for South
Shields in Stockton

on Saturday afternoon, sir.

So he's got an alibi

up until the bus dropped
him off about 9:30.

- Pick him up.
- We have tried, sir.

- Can't find him.
- Well, try harder.

Next, get me an address
for Margaret Bishop.

I want to talk to her again.

'Cause that loony stuff about
God punishing us and that?

Nah. She's entitled
to her opinion on that.

There's a much better reason
for wanting to talk to her.

Donovan said that the God squad

assembled outside Rakes
every Sunday evening, right?

But Fawn said that she hardly
ever worked on a Sunday.

Which means, I presume, that
you never went there on a Sunday,

because Fawn was
the big attraction.

Am I right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Right.

But Margaret Bishop
said she recognized you.

So what does that tell you?

Well, that she
watches the place.

- Every night, maybe.
- Maybe.

So she might have seen
something that's useful to us.

Now, then. Fawn Grainger.

Okay.

Okay, I saw her a couple
of times at the club, right?

She served me drinks.

She sat down. She chatted to me.

I enjoyed her company.
All right? I admit it.

And you took your
wedding ring off.

So, what's all this
about, then, sir?

- Boxing?
- Yeah.

It's about respect.

Respect for yourself.
Respect for your opponent.

It's about self-discipline.

'Cause if you get
angry, you get beaten.

Are you finding
me amusing, John?

Just think you
should stick to fishing.

I mean, I know you used
to box in the army, and that.

For the army. I used
to box for the army.

- 20 year ago.
- Meaning?

It's not very
dignified, is it, sir?

Man at your age.

I mean, look what
happened to Sonny Liston.

Should have
admitted he was past it.

You think you could
beat me, then, Sergeant?

Eh?

Cassius Clay to my
Sonny Liston? Is that it?

No, no, seriously.

Three rounds. For charity.

All proceeds to
the police widows.

Never done any boxing, sir.

No, but you've
hammered a few villains

in your time, haven't you?

- Eh?
- All right.

Well, you got three
weeks to learn.

Tell you what, I'll
make it easy for you.

You land three punches
on me, you win, I lose.

Three punches anywhere.

Providing it's not
below the belt.

- Three punches?
- Yeah.

All right. You're on.

When was the last time you
saw Audrey, Mrs. Beaney?

On Saturday.

She was meant to clear all her
stuff out by the end of the day.

But she never came back.

I know now why.

- How long had she roomed here?
- Six months.

- And before that?
- Living at home, she said.

Since she started
working at Rakes.

You think her dad threw her out?

Where is everything?

Well, I have a new tenant
coming in this afternoon, you see,

so I needed to give
the place a good clear...

You were told yesterday to
leave everything as it was.

Oh, I-I ju... See, I'd...
I'd already cleaned it out.

Where are her things?

Uh, this way.

So if Audrey didn't
clean out her things,

she might still have
had her keys with her?

Oh, yes.

There was no keys
on the body, guv.

Was there a boyfriend?

Well, now, I frowned
on that sort of thing.

Was there a boyfriend?

There was a young man
come 'round now and then.

Handsome fella.

But they were forever
fighting. The noise was terrible.

And the language. Oh, dear me.

What sort of thing?

He called her a slut
and a whore, and a...

Oh, well, I don't know.

She seemed a nice
enough girl to me.

I mean, nurses aren't
whores, are they?

When was the last time
the boyfriend was here?

Saturday. Shouting his head off.

"You made a bloody fool
out of me, you little so-and-so!"

Only not "so-and-so," you know?

Then he clodhopped down
the stairs and slammed the door.

Did you actually see him?

I'm not the nosy sort, love.

So you heard a man call
Audrey a slut and a whore.

And this was what
time on Saturday?

About 5:00.

And when you cleaned the room,

did you see any
signs of a struggle?

- Any blood anywhere?
- This is a decent place, pet.

Just yes or no,
please, Mrs. Beaney.

Blood or no blood?
Mess or no mess?

It was spick-and-span.

And was Audrey's room
normally spick-and-span?

Well, it's not my place to go
looking into people's rooms.

But you might have done
sometimes out of curiosity.

Well, sometimes maybe.

Just to check whether maybe
they hadn't left the gas on or...

So was Audrey's room
normally spick-and-span

the way it was when
you went in yesterday?

Sometimes it was and
sometimes it wasn't.

- Thank you.
- Like the Gestapo.

Well, I'm sorry to persecute
you, but one more question.

After the man left, did you
actually see Audrey again?

Well, I thought I ought to go
up and see that she was all right.

She wouldn't
open the door to us.

But she said she was all right.

I think he'd belted her.

- And he didn't come back?
- Well, I don't know, pet.

I mean, I was at
the bingo all night.

Sorry. Um, what is this?

Oh, just the rubbish
out of her bin.

She was on the pill.

You mean she was married?

Do you think it was the
boyfriend that belted her?

Or the dad, who apparently
can't cope with the fact

that his daughter is a cocktail
waitress instead of a nurse.

Why were there three
empty packets of pills?

What do you mean?

You only use one packet a month.

Why were there three empty
packets in one wastebin?

- I don't know.
- No.

Nor me. Next question.

How did she get hold of
the pills in the first place?

Well, it's not illegal
to take them, is it?

No, but it is illegal
to prescribe them

to an unmarried woman.

Friendly doctor.

Maybe the same one that
found her that abortionist.

No, hang... hang on.

If she was on the pill, how
did she end up pregnant?

Packets were empty.

Then why didn't
she get some more?

I don't know, Sergeant.

Find out who her G.P. was.

- And find that boyfriend.
- Right.

- Where are you going?
- Rakes. Alone.

Pint of Exhibition, please.

Well, Mr. Gently.

For you, I'll be a Fox again.

Thanks.

Did Audrey enjoy working
here, Mrs. Donovan?

She was born for it.

She was so good she was training
the new recruits after a month.

Knees together.

Back arched.

Bottom tucked.

Yeah, I know
we're all gonna want

hip replacements
by the time we're 30.

But never mind 'cause
the gentlemen think

we are so fascinated
in their conversation

when we adopt this
spine-knackering posture.

Don't forget the face, Fawn.

It's the most important
bit after your boobs.

Specially a face like yours.
It'll be your fortune, pet.

Like so. The
interested expression.

"You're wife's had
another hysterectomy,

Councillor Such-a-body?

She's a world-beater, mind!

More champagne to celebrate?"

This next one is
called the "Foxy Bob."

And I believe it was patented
by Mrs. Donovan herself.

Back straight.

Knees together.

That's it. Keep your chin up.

Wasn't that your job?

Yeah.

Was Audrey having an affair

with someone at the
club, Mrs. Donovan?

Such as, Chief Inspector?

Such as your husband?

She was the
"perfect Fox," after all.

No, I wasn't aware of Audrey
having an affair with anyone.

Yes. That's what Fawn said.

I think she was lying.

What are we talking
about here, Mrs. Donovan?

An open marriage?

Patrick and I have a
sophisticated relationship,

if that's what you mean.

How modern.

So he gets to
sleep with any girl

that takes his fancy, and you...

What do you get out of it?

I love my husband, Mr. Gently.

Then how humiliating.

Do you know, when you
have traveled the world a bit...

Not spent your whole
life on a small island

that can't make its
mind up if the war's over,

that still watches
black-and-white television

and likes tripe
and onion for tea...

You aren't so afraid of freedom.

Freedom, is it?

Patrick...

tires of them after
a week or two.

He always comes back.

Because he loves me
as much as I love him.

Maybe it will catch
on on this small island.

Personally, I hope not.

Then I hope you'll enjoy
your hot-water bottles.

Oh, I'd like to speak
to Fawn Grainger again.

Fawn's taken a few
days off, understandably.

Then could you get her
address for me, please?

Of course.

Tell him I need to
speak to him, please.

Who's that?

Uh, a business
associate of my husband's.

- Called?
- Joe something.

I'll get that address.

On the house.

Excuse me. Any of
the football lads in?

Yeah, two or three.
In the back room.

In the back? Thanks.

Drowning your sorrows, Frank?

It's not that bad getting
beat off Stockton, is it?

Get lost, skinny.

Audrey messing
you around, was she?

I loved her.

Right.

Is that why you went 'round
Saturday night after the match

and gave her a
smack 'round the head?

Eh? I haven't seen
her for weeks, man.

That's not what the
landlady told me.

- That stupid cow?
- Oi.

So, what were you
so angry about, Frank?

Was it the abortion?

Abortion?

Bairn was yours, was it?

Come on, Frank, just
talk to us, will you?

- I'll kill that bastard!
- Frank, kill who?

Right, you're coming with
me. I'm arresting you, Frank.

Oi, landlord. Hey, landlord.

Landlord?

Ah, what the...

I'm so sorry. I was
looking for the gents.

Sit down, please.

Chief Inspector Gently.

Always a pleasure, but next
time make an appointment.

I don't need an appointment.
I'm investigating a murder.

And what's your
business here, Mister, um...

- Mr. Bishop is a lawyer.
- Bishop?

Not by any chance related
to a woman I met yesterday?

Margaret Bishop?

Yes.

Margaret is my wife.

Oh. Interesting.

And why did you need to
see Mr. Donovan so urgently?

Are you questioning
me about something?

Are you a member
of Rakes, Mr. Bishop?

This was a professional visit.

And do all the
lawyers in Newcastle

get drinks on the house?

- Did you know Audrey Chadwick?
- Who?

She was murdered on
Saturday. She used to work here.

Very beautiful young woman.

The perfect Fox. Ring any bells?

I'm afraid I'm not
familiar with the place.

You were very familiar
with Mrs. Donovan.

- Ah.
- Mr. Gently.

Thought I'd lost you.

- Thank you.
- Fawn's address.

Well, I'll be off, then.

Uh, very nice to
meet you, Mr. Gently.

Oh, we'll be meeting again.
I'll need your address, please.

14 Denbigh Terrace. Gosforth.

Mr. Gently...

Patrick and I loved Audrey.

Please, catch her killer.

Mm-hmm.

Better learn to keep
your left up, Sergeant.

Could Allingham be
our man, do you think?

It's possible.

But he only stuck the nut
on us when I said "abortion."

- He didn't know about that?
- No.

Although I think
he knows who does.

He said, "I'm gonna
kill that bastard."

Meaning who?

We didn't chat much after that.

Patrick Donovan, maybe.

Or his friend Mr. Bishop.

Bishop?

Yeah, he's married to
that woman we met outside.

And he lied to me about how
many times he'd visited Rakes.

Mind you, that seems
to be par for the course.

What's this?

Oh, I found that in
Audrey's rubbish.

- It's a prayer card.
- Mm-hmm.

"Audrey. As ye
sow, so shall ye reap.

I will pray for
both your souls."

- Fingerprints?
- Yeah, I've done it.

Yeah, good.

Just waiting for
the report, all right?

I paid a call on your
friend Fawn Grainger.

And?

Her flatmates haven't
seen or heard of her

since we saw her on Sunday.

She's frightened of
something. Or somebody.

We need to find her.

Has your friend hurt his nose?

Do you prescribe
these pills, Dr. Sprague?

Of course.

To any married
woman who wants them.

Did you prescribe these
to Audrey Chadwick?

I read about Audrey's murder.

Did you prescribe these pills?

Yes.

Look, this archaic law
will be changed soon.

You want to get yourself

a calendar, love,
'cause this is "now."

It's not "soon."

So you're saying that any lass

that sleeps with
whoever she likes

can come in off the street
and you're gonna help her

deal with the consequences?

If I may say so, only a
man could have said that.

When did you
prescribe them, Doctor?

About six months
ago for three months.

And then a further six months.

So she should have been fully
protected against pregnancy

right up until she died.

Assuming she'd taken them.

Why wouldn't she take them?

Well, if she was fully
protected, Dr. Sprague,

then why did she
need an abortion?

An abortion? Well, how
would I know about that?

Well, I didn't ask you if
you knew about it, did I?

What's your view
on abortion, Doctor?

My view is that it's
a criminal offense.

Do you think that
law will be changed?

Yes. I do. Eventually.

And in the meantime?

In the meantime, women
are forced to make a choice

between an unwanted
child and a risky operation.

When was the last
time you saw Audrey?

I can't remember the exact date.

But the receptionist
will tell you.

Now, would you like
me to look at your nose?

I think Dr. Sprague's
one of these lesbians.

And a backstreet abortionist.

- There you go, Sarge.
- Thank you.

Where do you sit on
the abortion issue?

Me? Exactly where
the doctor sits.

It's a criminal offense.

Oh, bingo. Look, look.

We've got a matching thumbprint
on one of the God-squad leaflets

and on the prayer card.

Is there a cross on the leaflet?

- Yeah. Why?
- I put it there.

That's the one Margaret
Bishop gave me.

Oh, you're here.

Didn't realize you were in.

I was in the darkroom.

Do you want one?

Going out this evening, "M"?

Carrying on the crusade?

Joe...

What's happening to this world?

I feel like I'm trying
to stem a tide, and...

So alone, you know?

I think you should stop.

I can't stop, Joe.

I can't turn a blind
eye to all the badness.

I can't.

I just feel...

That you're right and
everybody else is wrong.

I'm not saying
anybody else is wrong.

- I'm just...
- You are, actually.

You are. That's what you do.

Make everybody else
feel like they've failed.

Like the rest of us sinners
shouldn't be on earth.

I worry about you
sometimes, Margaret.

Please stop it, Margaret.

Do you have a search warrant?

I don't need a search warrant

if I think there's a crime
about to be committed.

What's the bucket
for? The scraps?

They do come out
in pieces, don't they?

Again, only a man
could have said that.

A policeman. And
you're breaking the law.

A law made by men.

Might not be able to
prosecute you on this evidence,

but expect a letter
from the health authority.

You might find it difficult
to get another job, Doctor.

You're a bastard.

Before you go,
that woman there...

38 years old and
living on the breadline

with a chronically sick husband

and five children
under the age of 12.

She and her husband haven't
made love for three years.

She found a bit of comfort
elsewhere and fell pregnant.

Having a child by another man

will utterly destroy
what's left of her life.

Now, what would you
advise her to do, Sergeant?

Write to her M.P.? Hope
that she wins the pools?

Use a knitting needle on herself

and die in a pool
of her own blood?

No, no. I'm sorry.

Audrey Chadwick did not
have a crippled husband

or five other kids.

So why did she need an abortion?

Can't you hear yourself?

She needed an abortion
because her stupid boyfriend

flushed her pills down
the loo, that's why!

Frank Allingham.
Was he the father?

I don't know who the father was.

That's how she got pregnant.

Why did she need an abortion?

Because she'd been
raped, Sergeant.

Who raped her?

I don't know who it was.

But Audrey had no secrets
from her friend Fawn.

Why don't you ask her?

I would if I could find her.

I told you she'd be here.

Get the Donovans
lined up for me.

Don't tell them anything.

And don't let them
talk to each other.

I'll be up in a minute.

Would you mind telling me
what you're doing, Mrs. Bishop?

I send the numbers of
the cars to the newspapers.

I send photographs of the men.

You photograph everybody
who goes into Rakes?

They never print
them, of course.

You want to punish the men
who come here, is that it?

And what about the
women who work here?

Do you think they should
be punished as well?

I believe you sent this
card to the dead woman.

Would you like to explain
the message to me?

I said I'd pray for her
soul. And I have done.

- It's not a threat, then?
- Course not.

It says "souls" plural.
Who would that be?

Hers.

And the soul of the tiny
life I wanted her not to kill.

It's her, Audrey. It's that
madwoman from Rakes.

I want you to think about
what you're planning to do.

There's a life inside
you if you let it live.

A baby with a soul.

Ignore her. Come on.

Audrey...

You were once that baby.

Why don't you just go
home back to your husband?

Come on, Fawn.

Audrey had her
abortion another day,

as I think you knew she would.

She put an end
to that tiny life.

And you sent her a card saying,
"As you sow, so shall you reap."

You telling me
that's not a threat?

- Of course it wasn't.
- Well, what was it, then?

It was a warning.

A warning of the
punishment that awaited her.

I'd like you to
come to the station.

We need to talk further.

She's to stay there.

- I have answer...
- No, no, no.

I'm not gonna ask you again.
Now, you talk. Where is she?

We have no idea
where Fawn Grainger is.

Did you tell her to
disappear? Is that it?

Something you don't want
her to speak to us about?

Is this professional,
Sergeant, or personal?

It's a murder
inquiry is what it is.

Now, why would we want her...

You give me answers.
You don't ask me questions.

I think it's personal.
Don't you, Mr. Gently?

I think the sergeant's smitten.

Wouldn't be served a drink

by anybody but the
lovely young Fawn.

You think you're so
clever, you two, don't you?

One girl's missing,
another one's dead,

and you're sitting there
taking the mickey out of me.

Sergeant.

Did you know that Audrey was
pregnant when she left work?

No.

So it wasn't your idea
that she had an abortion?

Why would we want
her to have an abortion?

That would be illegal.

Do you know who raped
Audrey, Mr. Donovan?

Rape?

Chief Inspector, do I
come across as a man

who needs to force
myself on women?

According to your wife,

you get fed up with them
after a couple of week.

So, what happened this time?

Audrey get fed up with you?

Maybe you hadn't
had quite enough yet?

Is that what you didn't want
Fawn talking to us about?

I want to know where both
of you were on Saturday

between 2:00 and 10:00.

- We were here. Together.
- That's right.

Can anyone confirm that?

The doors were
locked. It was our day off.

We spent the entire time in
bed, if you must know, Sergeant.

What, on a Saturday night?
Busiest night of the week?

Oh, we certainly were very busy.

Who killed Audrey?

In my opinion, the answer's been

staring you in the
face since day one.

Do you mean Margaret Bishop?

Well, see now, Mr. Bacchus?

Your boss is just much,
much cleverer than you are.

Is that what her husband

wanted to talk to you
about so urgently?

Joe Bishop came to me

to ask for a job with
the Rakes organization.

He's a very ambitious man.

Really?

Sir, Fawn's been
missing 48 hours now.

What if we've missed something?

What if there's some
madman out there

with a grudge against women?

- Sir?
- Later.

You've been lying to me.

About your relationship
with Fawn Grainger.

I need all the facts,
John. No more evasions.

I slept with her.

She's, um...

She's special. You know?

Can we find her, please?

By rights, I should take
you off this case right now.

No, no, no. No.
Sir, come on, don't.

What good is that
gonna do anybody now?

She was Audrey's friend.
Start with the Chadwicks.

Thank you.

Where were you on
Saturday night, Mrs. Bishop?

At home.

- Alone?
- No.

Joe was with me. My husband.

I really don't see why
you need me here.

What do you think's
happening here, Mrs. Bishop?

Why do you think you're here?

Sometimes the Lord lets his
enemies persecute the righteous.

I trust His wisdom.

You regard yourself
as one of the righteous?

I try to be, Chief Inspector.

And I don't for the
life of me understand

why people mock that idea.

Wouldn't you prefer to be on
the side of good rather than evil?

Why are we on
this earth otherwise?

I'm not your enemy, Mrs. Bishop.

And, yes, I do try to
spend my life doing good.

Then arrest the abortionists.

Arrest the men and women who
are planning an Act of Parliament

that will legalize
this trade in death.

Close down the places
where wretched young women

are trained to a
life of fornication.

What, you mean Rakes Club?

I didn't see any
fornication there.

And what wretchedness I did see

seemed to be among the
customers rather than the women.

Men like your husband.

My husband...

wouldn't be seen dead in Rakes.

I saw him there
myself. Two nights ago.

Complete rubbish.

Come off it, Margaret.

You stand outside
there night after night

with your notebook
and your camera.

You see all the men.

You know your
husband goes in there.

And you might just
as well face up to it

and the humiliation
it's caused you.

Audrey Chadwick
was one of the women

who poured drinks
for your husband.

Is that why you sent
her a threatening note?

What's more,

you confronted her in the
street about her abortion,

and now she's been murdered.

I'd like to speak to my husband.

No. Can't allow that.

But I will tell him
where you are.

Now, I believe that
Audrey Chadwick

was having an affair with
somebody she met at the club.

Do you know who that was?

This is a search warrant.

We are holding your wife
pending my investigations

into the murder of
Audrey Chadwick.

Go 'round the back.

Sir.

Keep searching.

Is there anything you
wish to tell me, Mr. Bishop?

She's told you about me
and Audrey, hasn't she?

I'd like to hear it from you.

Sorry if I've come
at a bad time.

No, no. Sit down.

I was just sorting out the
order of service for the funeral.

It's very sad. I
really am very sorry.

Found the swine that did it?

Not yet. No.

Her friend Fawn
Grainger's gone missing.

I was just wondering if she
might have contacted you.

- Never heard of her.
- They worked together at Rakes.

Why did you lie to us

about Audrey being a
nurse, Mr. Chadwick?

And why didn't you tell us

about the fight that
Frank got into at the club?

'Cause you were both
there, weren't you?

She was a nurse. My husband...

Have you hurt your
face, Mrs. Chadwick?

No, no. I just slipped
in the back scullery, son.

Did you ever row with Audrey

about what she did for
a living, Mr. Chadwick?

I never spoke a word to
her after she took it up.

As far as I'm concerned,
she was no daughter of mine.

Chuck that away, you.

I'm going to me bed.

He's not a bad man, Sergeant.

Did he ever hit Audrey?

He would never hit Audrey.

It's only the drink
makes him bad.

Was he drinking
on Saturday night?

The night that
Audrey was killed?

- He drinks every night.
- Do you know where he was?

He was here. I put him to bed.

- And before that?
- In the pub.

- Which pub?
- The Robin Hood.

The one by the church.

Audrey's landlady
thought she heard Frank

shouting at Audrey in
her flat, Saturday teatime.

But he was on a
football pitch in Stockton.

So who was it?

He thought the
world of Audrey, son.

She was his little girl.

He just didn't want
her going to London.

Go and bring your husband
back down please, will you?

I'm taking you
both to the station.

Pack a bag because you
might have to stay overnight.

It all started
innocently enough.

No, the truth.

There was never
anything innocent about it.

Not from the very first moment.

A government lawyer?

No wonder Mr. Donovan told
me to be especially nice to you.

Actually, Joe, I think I
could use your help myself.

How may I help you, Blaise?

Could you?

I'd be so grateful.

Thank you.

Good choice, Joe.

Don't be misled by the
place, Chief Inspector.

The girls are only bait.

It's not about sex.
It's about gambling.

That's where the profit is.

Patrick Donovan has
a 10-year-old conviction

in America for blackmail.

If I'd have told my
superiors at the Home Office,

he'd have been deported.

But I didn't.

And Audrey was my reward.

She called herself Blaise.

Nothing was real.

Leave your troubles
at the door, Joe.

This is the place where
dreams come true.

And even though I knew
that she was with me

because she'd been told
to, yet I still went along with it.

And soon it was out of control.

Forbidden flesh, Mr. Gently.

And, oh, the
taste of that flesh.

You became lovers?

I would have
given her the world,

but she was happy
with a bunch of flowers.

I would have shown her the
finest hotels money can buy.

But for safety's sake

we used a sordid little
chalet she had the use of.

And do you know
what? Didn't matter.

I loved her with all my heart.

My wife I believe to be a
kind of saint, Mr. Gently.

So sure about good and evil.

So clear-minded
as to her objectives.

She burns with righteous
anger that I cannot live up to.

I'm not a saint, I'm afraid.

- I haven't done anything, man!
- Put him in a cell.

Pour some coffee
down his throat!

Are you deaf or what?! Eh?!

Sorry, Mrs. Chadwick.
In here please.

Sarge.

Frank Allingham's just
come walking in off the street.

- I have him in Room 2.
- Right.

You think I'm a stupid
middle-aged man.

And you're not far wrong.

Reality had to reassert itself.

And it did. She got pregnant.

You weren't taking precautions?

Never even occurred
to me, Chief Inspector.

Wasn't real life, after all.

- And she wasn't either?
- Obviously not.

And?

That was the point at which

the sheer madness of what I'd
been doing came home to me.

I told her it was all
over between us.

But I offered to stand by her,

admit to being the father,

support her afterwards
whatever the cost to me.

But she took no notice.

She went and got an abortion.

As you probably
knew from the autopsy.

I also know she was
raped, Mr. Bishop.

Raped?

Not by you, then?

W-Why would I rape Audrey?
She gave herself to me?

Then do you know who
else would have done it?

Her ex. Frank something.

I think... I know he hit
Audrey more than once.

Audrey told me.

That's all I can suggest.

Poor Audrey.

Do you and your wife
have children, Mr. Bishop?

No. We couldn't.

Well, as we both now
knew, Margaret couldn't.

How humiliating
that was for her.

And how did your wife find
out about you and Audrey?

I told Margaret everything.

I wanted to live in the light...

admit to my stupidity,

see what could be salvaged.

How did she react?

As if nothing had happened.

As if I'd said nothing.

Margaret has a way of denying
anything she couldn't deal with.

Your wife says that the idea
of your being in Rakes Club

is complete rubbish.

That doesn't surprise me.

She stands there night
after night with that camera.

I used to cover my
face with my scarf,

pull my head down.

Just one more thing
that she couldn't admit to.

Just one more
humiliation for her.

Where are those photographs?

In her darkroom, I suppose.

Sorry I nutted you.

You will do when the
judge is finished with you.

You didn't know about
Audrey's abortion, did you?

Why did you flush her
pills down the loo, Frank?

Because she was sleeping
with somebody else, wasn't she?

Who?

Whoever it was, Frank...

may be the man that raped her.

Rape?

Who was it?

You and Ronnie
Chadwick went to Rakes,

and you picked a fight
with Patrick Donovan.

Why?

He had his hands all over her.

Like she belonged to him.

You haven't charged
her or anything, have you?

No.

Where were you on
Saturday night, Mr. Bishop?

Me? I was here.

Alone?

No. Margaret was in.

In here.

I'm gonna need to keep these.

Chief Inspector,
may I see my wife?

No. Not yet, I'm afraid.

And don't go anywhere.

I may need to
speak to you again.

Audrey had an
affair with Joe Bishop.

And she got pregnant by him.

- Patrick Donovan, you mean.
- Bishop admits it.

Confessed the
whole thing to his wife.

- What?
- Yeah.

- Joe Bishop?
- Yeah.

He might say they were lovers.

My guess is it was all
part of the job for Audrey.

And he thinks Frank Allingham
might have been the rapist.

No, he's not clever
enough to lie this well.

He thinks it was Donovan.

Ah, what if...

the rapist and the murderer
weren't the same person?

Margaret Bishop, you mean?

Nah. How could she
move the body on her own?

Maybe she didn't
move it on her own.

Joe Bishop?

Possibly. He's
absolutely full of guilt.

All this because of an affair?

No, no, no. Think about it.

Her husband's child...

The child they could never
have together, by the way...

Murdered by Audrey.

- And Fawn...
- Yeah.

That would explain

why she's made herself
scarce, wouldn't it?

So, what about
Ronnie Chadwick, then?

I mean...

You see, he's given
his wife a beating, right?

She's got a bruise
on her right cheek,

same as what Audrey had.

- Leads with his left.
- Yeah.

And his wife says he
was at Audrey's flat

on Saturday teatime.

You stay on him.

I'll stick with Margaret Bishop.

Can you tell me what
each of these is, please?

My house keys.

Back door, front
door, garden shed.

- And this one?
- My darkroom.

You keep your
darkroom locked, do you?

Not usually.

The camera has a new film in it.

When did you start it?

Over the weekend sometime.

- What's on it?
- You. Your Sergeant.

Have this film
developed, will you?

And check these to see
if any of them fit the lock

to Audrey Chadwick's room.

Sir.

Ah.

I've never seen them before.

Check those as well.

I don't understand
what's going on.

Don't you?

I think those are the keys
to Audrey Chadwick's room.

Why would I have
keys to her room?

So that you could return
and clean up any evidence

of the murder.

Did you kill Audrey
Chadwick, Mrs. Bishop?

Why would I do that?

Because she was having
an affair with your husband.

Because she got pregnant by him,

something you
could never achieve.

Because she had
her baby aborted,

something that you
regard as murder.

Your husband told us everything.

He's what?

Told us everything he told you.

I want to speak to Joe.

- Where is he?
- Can't allow that.

I'd like to pray.

You lost your temper, Ronnie.
And who could blame you?

There is your daughter
giving up a career as a nurse

and spending her life
dressed like jailbait.

And screwing a married man.

Well, it's true, isn't it?

You lost your temper,
and you used your fists.

It's in your blood, isn't it?

All right, yeah.

Yeah, right. I hit her, right.

I hit me own daughter.

I didn't want her
to go to London.

I wanted her to stay
here. Settle down.

Give her mother grandbairns.
That's all I wanted.

You hit her. Right!

And everything went quiet.

Why was that?

What did you hit her with?

Did you kill your
daughter, Ronnie?

I loved that lass.

I slapped her face,

and all I wanted to do after
was cut me own hand off.

I was ashamed.

Sometime before
she was murdered,

your daughter was raped.

Any idea who did it?

- Did you have to tell me that?
- I'm sorry, but we need to know.

Another girl's life is at risk.

What about Frank?

Ronnie, what about
Frank, 'cause...

He knew that she
was two-timing him.

Could he have raped her?

I don't know.

Never mind praying, Margaret.

Tell me again... Where
were you on Saturday?

I was at a prayer meeting
until the early evening.

And then?

I got home around 7:00

and spent the rest of the
evening in my darkroom.

Was your husband there?

Joe was downstairs watching TV.

I came down at about 9:00.

And we had a light
supper together,

and then we went to bed.

Do you share a bed?

No. Not anymore.

Separate rooms?

Yes.

I don't know anything
about those keys.

Somebody must have
put them in my bag.

One of the Lord's
enemies, maybe.

Mock me if you must.
But don't mock the Lord.

Sir, Ronnie Chadwick admits
he was there and that he hit her

but nothing else.

I reckon he thinks that
Frank could have raped her.

- What about her?
- Says she was home with Joe.

Mr. Bishop's arrived,
sir. I've put him in a room.

And the ice pick's got
her prints all over it.

And it fits the wound on
the dead woman's head.

- Wow.
- Bring it to me.

Yes, sir.

Somebody checking those keys?

Yes, sir. And the film's
on the way from the lab.

- It's pathetic, innit?
- Uh-huh.

Take heed, John.

Thank you for
coming in, Mr. Bishop.

- I want to talk to Margaret.
- Not yet.

Tell us again about
Saturday night.

I was watching the
television, as I told you.

- Till what time?
- All evening.

Where was your wife?

As I said, she was
upstairs in her darkroom.

How can you be sure?

It's a big house.

No. No, no.

Margaret was there. I
could hear her moving about.

Even though you were
downstairs with the telly on?

How can you be so
sure that your wife

didn't leave the
house, Mr. Bishop?

Margaret could not have
done this, Chief Inspector.

She's not capable of
what you are thinking.

Now, she said she didn't see you

until she came
downstairs at 9:00.

So you yourself are
unaccounted for until that time.

I told you. I was
watching the television.

What was on?

The football results.

"Doctor Who," "Jungle
Boy," "Juke Box Jury."

Name one of the records
on "Juke Box Jury."

Gerry and the Pacemakers'
"It's Gonna Be Alright."

- Was it a hit or a miss?
- I can't remember.

So I ask again...

How do you know

that Margaret was in
her darkroom all that time

if you were watching
TV so avidly?

Margaret doesn't tell lies.

Margaret's...

We found some keys in her bag

that I believe are the
keys to Audrey's room.

This isn't just
about Audrey, right?

Fawn Grainger is missing.

What?

Fawn.

Who went with
Audrey for the abortion.

Another murderer,
in your wife's opinion.

Sir.

Bloody hell.

From your wife's camera.

Margaret came home at
midnight on Saturday night.

She seemed distressed.

She locked herself
in her bedroom.

I didn't see her till morning.

God help us.

This is all my fault.

I'm going to talk
to your wife again.

Now, I suggest that you
go home and pack her a bag.

Because she's going to need it.

When you come back, then you
can spend some time with her.

But not alone.

How can I face her after
what I've done to her?

Tell Margaret I'm sorry.

Where is Fawn, Mrs. Bishop?

Mrs. Bishop?!

What are you doing?

I'm praying for her soul.

And for mine.

Stand up, please, Mrs. Bishop.

Come on.

This point exactly matches the
wound to Audrey Chadwick's head.

Your husband has told us that
you came home after midnight

on Saturday in
a distressed state

and locked yourself away
for the rest of the night.

Now, do you have anything
to tell me, Mrs. Bishop?

I murdered Audrey Chadwick.

May God forgive me.

Margaret Bishop.

I'm charging you with the
murder of Audrey Chadwick.

You do not have to say anything,

but anything you do
say will be taken down

and may be used in
evidence against you.

Do you have anything to say?

I'd like to speak to Joe.

Your husband's gone home.

Tell him...

I forgive him for
what he's done to me.

Tell him I understand.

And tell him I love him.

- Any news on Fawn?
- Uh, no, Sarge.

But three regulars at
the Robin Hood pub

remember seeing Ronnie
Chadwick on Saturday night.

Doesn't matter anymore.

But keep him and his
wife here for the time being.

I've got some news for them.

How did she get the body
to the church on her own?

I don't know.

Probably one of those nutters
in the God squad helped her.

This religion thing
is mental, isn't it?

My wife was a devout
Catholic, Sergeant.

Sorry. Sorry, I meant
Margaret Bishop.

It's...

It's mental that she's
taken photographs

of everybody and everything.

Do you know, I think
she wanted to get caught.

It's all that weird
Catholic-guilt stuff.

If you say that one more time,

we won't have to
wait until charity night,

I'll punch you now.

Those keys do fit Audrey
Chadwick's lock, sir.

Excellent.

Thank you, Taylor.

There's always the husband.

He could have helped her.

Do you think she
killed Fawn as well, sir?

Sir, do you think she
killed Fawn as well?

Sir?

Don't think you care
about Fawn, do you, sir?

Slow down. Shut up a minute.

Have a look... Have
another look at those.

- Who am I looking for?
- Who isn't there?

What?

Keep looking.

Who isn't going in the
front door of Rakes Club?

- Look at that.
- Not your best angle.

Okay, who isn't there?

Patrick and Helen Donovan.

What's that tell you?

Don't know.

That there must
be a back entrance.

But we checked around
the back of the club, sir.

There's no other
way into that building.

This is getting boring.

There's another
entrance, isn't there?

How very clever of you.
Yes. For Patrick and me.

At the back. Through
the adjoining building.

Did Joe Bishop use
the other entrance?

Yes. Why?

She never knew he came here.

Who else didn't show
up in the photographs?

Joe Bishop.

Margaret Bishop never
knew he came here

'cause he used
the private entrance.

What difference does it make?
He confessed about the affair.

Well, he said he did.

Remember what she said?
"Tell him I still love him.

Tell him I forgive him

for everything that
he's done to me."

About the affair
and the abortion.

No, no, no. Who sank
Margaret Bishop's alibi?

Who had access to her camera?

Who had the most to lose
if Audrey told her story?

- Joe did.
- Yeah.

And who did she
tell the story to?

- Fawn.
- I let him go.

Mrs. Donovan, I think
Fawn's life is in danger.

If you know where
she is, you must tell me.

I don't know.

You don't care
about Fawn or Audrey

as long as it doesn't
affect your takings!

Do you know anything
about a chalet?

Audrey and Joe used a
chalet. Do you know where it is?

Cullercoats.

I've informed the Home Office
of your husband's criminal record.

You'll be leaving this
small island quite soon.

Arm yourself. Follow me there.

And bring Margaret Bishop.
We may need her to talk to him.

Get in.

Follow us!

If you've got any prayers
left, now would be a good time.

I'm not a wicked
man. I'm just a fool.

You know I did that
shameful thing to her.

She despised me
after that, didn't she?

It was you that raped her?

I thought she
meant it was Patrick.

She never told you it was me?

No.

You killed Audrey, didn't you?

Oh, come on,
Fawn. You knew that.

You know she came to
see me on Saturday night.

- She told me so.
- What?

When she came to say
she was walking out on me.

She told me she was
going home to pack.

I needn't have come here.

I didn't need to come here.

It's right here. Right.

Right.

That's Joe's car.

I would never tell.

I'll tell them it was
Patrick that killed her.

Margaret's already been
charged with Blaise's murder.

How could you do that to her?

She's been a martyr to
injustice for years now.

I've just given her what
she's always wanted, in a way.

Everybody wanted
to believe it was her.

I just helped them.

Well...

Well, then, it was just a rape.

Look, I won't tell.
You can trust me.

I promise.

Look, I promise! I swear to God!

Now, you stay in the car!

Sir.

He's definitely here, sir.
We've just seen his car.

Which number?

I don't know, sir.

I don't know. What do we do now?

John!

Don't shoot unless you have to.

Bishop!

There's armed police out here!

Fawn, it's John Bacchus!

No! He's not armed!

Joe!

Can you help me, please?

Joe!

I told you about making
love to Audrey in the chalet.

That's not the
way it was, really.

I thought it was
time she gave me

some of what she'd
put in the shop window.

What the hell do you want?

Why can't you take
"no" for an answer?

But I wasn't really
hearing the word "no."

I'm sick of all this teasing.

Aah!

No!

Why didn't she just
tell the police about it?

Money?

Enough for a new life in London?

Nice knowing you, Blaise.

- So I lose my job, then?
- I'm afraid so.

We don't like our girls to fool
around with the customers.

Do we, Patrick?

That's right, Helen.
We don't tolerate that.

She used some of the
money to pay for the abortion.

I never expected
to see her again.

What happened on
Saturday night, Joe?

She came to tell me she
was leaving for London.

She came to tell me exactly
what she thought of me.

I was glad to see her.

I wanted the chance to
apologize for what I'd done.

You, Mr. Bishop,

are a pathetic
flake of cod shite.

I pity you.

You won't ruin my life.

I'll rise far above
and beyond you.

And one day I'll look
down on you, and I'll laugh.

I'll laugh at you and
your pathetic wife,

and your pathetic little life.

I really love you.

Oh, don't try
anything stupid, Joe.

People know I'm here.
Fawn knows I'm here.

And if you so much as
lay another finger on me,

I'll go to the police.

Once I'd hit her,

I knew I had to kill her.

Do the Donovans
get off scot-free?

No.

Rakes is closing down, and the
Donovan's are being deported.

Well...

See you.

Go on. Talk to her.

I want you back in five minutes.

Fawn?

I should have said thank
you for saving my life.

It's all part of the job.

So, what are your plans, then?

Same as always.

Except they won't involve
going back to Rakes,

seeing as you got it shut down.

Sorry.

I wouldn't have gone
back there anyway.

What are your plans?

Why do you want
to know, Sergeant?

You know why I
want to know, Fawn.

I'm gonna do what Audrey
would have wanted me to do.

- Follow the dream.
- What's the dream?

A man that I can
rely on. Four kids.

I want what your wife probably
thought she was getting, John.

I hope you find it.

I will.

Ladies and gentlemen.

In the red corner,
representing the senior ranks,

Chief Inspector George
"Go Get Him" Gently!

Old man!

And in the blue corner,
the "Lindisfarne Lip" himself,

Sergeant John "Back Him
While You Can" Bacchus!

What's my name?! I'm so pretty!

You tell that ugly bear my name!

Do it!

Come on, come on! Come on!

Right, I want a fair contest.

No spitting, no gouging, no...

Gouging? We're only
messing about, man.

Mind the nose, George.

- Still a bit sore.
- Is it?

Come on, then! Let's go.

Come on!

Seconds out.

Round 1!

I'm the greatest!
I'm the greatest!

What's my name? Hmm?

What's my name?

One! Two! Three!

Four! Five! Six!

Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!

He's out!

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