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- Excuse me.
- Yes.

I want you off this
beach now, please.

Have a bit of
respect, all right?

It's not a sight
for children, is it?

Some people.

Bob, Bob.

I want these people
off that pier, all right?

I want the whole pier cleared.

Can you move off
the pier, please?

- Quickly, now. Thank you.
- Sorry. We're moving on.

- Hello there.
- Hiya.

- Is she on her own?
- Yeah.

My name's John. You all right?

Where's your mummy and daddy?

- They're asleep.
- Asleep?

So did you bring out the
dog for a walk on your own?

Do you know what?

If you were my little lass,

I wouldn't let you
out of my sight.

I'd also buy you a big,
fat, massive ice cream.

I think it might be a little bit
too early. What do you think?

- No! It's not.
- No? Not too early?

Come on, then.
Let's go and get one.

All right. There we go.

Morning, sir.

Nice day for it.

About 16 to 17
by the looks of it.

She's no ID,

but there's a massive
blow to the side of the head.

Think she was dead
before she hit the water.

She's wearing a Bluebird
Holiday Camp uniform.

Can't have been in
the water very long.

Time of death is,
oh, I don't know...

Sometime today, early
hours of the morning.

Something like that.
What do you think?

- You all right?
- Get her in.

Right. I'll get the lads.

All right. Let's get her in.

Any witnesses?

Not yet. No.

Old fella said he saw a young
couple down here last night.

Could've been her. With a bloke.

Things got out of
hand, you know?

Description fit?

Not really, no.
Was dark, though.

Is that all you've got?

Give us a chance, sir, will you?

You searched the pier?

What?

The pier. Have you
searched the pier?

No, not yet.

Something tells me that
the beach is the priority, gov.

And something tells me you've
not heard of longshore drift.

That body traveled inland.

You'd dump her at the
furthest point, of course.

Closest to the open sea.

Gives her a better
chance of drifting away.

But you'd be very wrong

'cause the current
would just take her

straight 'round right
where she was found.

Pier at night. Can
house all sorts.

Meaning?

It's more private
than the beach.

Perfect for an illicit nighttime
stroll over the waves.

Very romantic.

Sounds like you've
been there and done that.

I might have known a
late-night stroll along the pier

in my time, John.

Really?

Don't have you down as a
man who likes it al fresco.

Now, there's a line...

- And I just crossed it.
- You've just... yeah.

- Sorry.
- Absolutely.

I want every inch
of this pier searched.

Right. Sorry about that.

Bluebird's, eh?

Yeah, Bluebird's. Three
or four miles that way.

We went there, you
know? Me and Lisa.

- Did you?
- Mm. Few years back.

It was good. Just after
Leigh Anne were born.

We went to a holiday
camp right after the war.

Never seen so many
families in one place,

you know, enjoying
themselves for the first time.

Whole new world.

You missing Leigh Anne?

Yeah.

I've not seen her
for three week.

Can you believe that?

- That's not enough, is it?
- No, it's not enough.

I'm fine when I'm
not thinking about her.

You know, I'm fine then.

But you think about
her all the time.

Yeah.

Isabel!

Sorry.

Welcome to Bluebird.
Can I help you gentlemen?

Wives powdering
their noses in the car

and children causing mischief
after a long drive, I'll bet?

Let me get someone to
help you with your bags.

No, thank you.
I'm D.C.I. Gently.

Could we speak to
the manager, please?

Of course.

Well, would you like a lift?

No, thank you. We'll walk.

Well, I'll show you the way.

Go! One, two, three...

four, five, six...

Sorry to disturb, Miss Stretch.

These gentlemen
wish to see Mr. Stretch.

They're policemen.

Thank you, Justine.

Detective Chief
Inspector Gently.

Cherry.

This is Detective
Sergeant Bacchus.

My brother, Todd,
shouldn't be long.

It's all a bit manic here today.

The body of a young woman
was found this morning.

We believe that she worked here.

Obviously we're very
anxious to identify her.

Anyone missing?

I'm... I-I'm sorry?

Body was found on
the beach near the pier.

Why do you think
she worked here?

She wore a Bluebird uniform.

Right.

Well, anyone missing,
to your knowledge?

Well, I-I don't know. Um...

Staff rotas aren't
really my thing.

Might need to try
harder than that.

All my workers live on site.

Um, there's a late-comers board.

If someone hasn't clocked in,

then their name gets chalked up.

Good. Shall we?

- Hello, Mr. Stretch.
- Hello, Mr. Stretch.

- Sophie.
- Sally.

Do you live on
site, Mr. Stretch?

No. I live at home with
my wife and two daughters.

I'm very lucky.

- Business good?
- Chin up, Lottie.

Ah, yes. We are a
powerhouse, gentlemen.

Built from dust.

But a few loans
started my father off,

and he opened the doors in '36.

No one had ever seen
anything quite like it.

Family holidays for the masses.

We've been full to
bursting ever since.

You know, there
is a great pleasure

in having to turn punters away.

Here we are. Ah, Megan.

Blue for Bluebird?

Yes.

She live with
anybody, share a room?

Justine Leyland, I
believe. A senior Bluebird.

We've met her already.

Yes.

She's been scooping
up the new arrivals

and hurling them into
a dance competition

to whet their appetite.

I think the Bluebirds will be
arriving in the dance hall now.

Thank you.

- Inspector.
- Yeah?

Now, we can keep all this

a little, uh, low, can't we?

I'm sorry?

People are on their holidays.

Yes?

Well, this is a camp of smiles.

It's a holiday from
their gray little lives.

And we don't want a gloomy
little storm cloud gathering.

Are you asking us to protect
your business, Mr. Stretch?

Simply asking for
a little discretion.

I don't think you've
quite got it yet, have you?

A member of your staff
has been found dead.

And we need staff rotas,

the names of everybody
who was working last night.

- Oh, and the guests.
- Of course.

We need the names
of all the guests.

Dance hall, you said?

♪ Oh, my love, these
feelings of emotion ♪

♪ Oh, my love, I give
you my devotion ♪

♪ Oh, my love, I
can't be without you ♪

♪ Found the time
for you to love me ♪

♪ And I will always
be here for you ♪

♪ Can't you see... ♪

I'm happy to be the
girl if you fancy a dance.

No, you're all right.
Thank you very much.

- Lisa and I won this, you know?
- Did you?

Won the cup in this very room.

She's a good mover is Lisa.

Really cracking little dancer.

I mean, she wouldn't have
won the cup without me.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

Fred Astaire of
the North East, me.

Look at the moves.

Quality.

Well, much as I'd like to stand
here and admire your fluidity...

Well done, campers.

Wow, are you all
trained or something?

Said that when we were here.

So the dance
competition is now closed.

So now we have
the Bluebird Boppers

while our judges
make their decision,

and it won't be
long till this little cup

gets given to one lucky family.

- Could we have a word, please?
- Inspector.

Somewhere quieter.

So, ladies and gentlemen,

a big hand for the
Bluebird Boppers.

So your cabin mate Megan Webb...

What about her?

She didn't come to
work this morning.

Yeah, well, she's always late.

She'll stroll in any minute
looking immaculate.

You share a cabin?

- There's three of us.
- Who's the third?

Gail. Little kitchen maid.

Buried in chip fat as we
speak, the wee old thing.

When's the last time
that you saw Megan?

Be last night, onstage.

She'd finished
after the first show.

Did she come back
here at all last night?

No.

Was she meeting anybody?

Well, she didn't say she was.

What's going on?

We're just making
some inquiries.

Really?

Two plainclothes detectives.

We've found a body. A girl.

She was wearing
a Bluebird uniform.

Long blond hair. Very pretty.

No.

What was Megan wearing
when you saw her last?

Uh, her uniform.

She'd just finished her shift.

Was that the last
time you saw her?

I told you, she didn't
come back last night.

And you didn't report her?

I'm her friend, so no.

It's what we do.

She's got enough black
marks next to her name as it is.

She have a boyfriend?

- Not that I know of.
- You sure?

I told you, I don't know.

Well, thank you.

You'll want to be getting back
to announce those winners.

Until we've spoken to the
family, got a positive ID...

You want me to
keep me mouth shut?

Well, it might not be her.

Yeah, but it might.

Yeah.

♪ Back in the days
when we were young ♪

♪ We were so
carefree and full of fun ♪

♪ I want to know now
what has changed ♪

Lisa. It's me.

Yeah, uh, listen...

I was wondering if I could
see Leigh Anne this weekend.

I know it's not my weekend.

Right.

No. No, I-I can't
wait three weeks.

It's not fair.

Why?

I know what the
agreement is, Lisa.

But once a month's not enough.

It's nowhere near.
It's not even close.

No! No, I'm her dad,
Lisa! I'm her dad!

And I only get to see
her 12 times a year!

12! It's ridiculous.

No, listen.

I don't think you
realize how ridi...

Oh, you stupid...

She hung up on us.
Can you believe that?

Must be your "softly,
softly" approach, John.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means easy does it.

Come on.

Pathology report's back.

- John?
- Huh?

Sorry. Go on.

No sign of rape
or sexual assault.

She wasn't a virgin.

And no water in the lungs.

Well, that means
she'd have been dead

when she hit the
water, doesn't it?

Very.

Only been there a few hours.

Time of death was between 8:00
and 10:00 on Saturday evening.

It'd been busy in the
pier Saturday night.

I don't think she
died on the pier, John.

I think she was killed
somewhere else,

kept there for
eight or so hours,

and then taken to the
pier, dumped over the side.

Somebody hoped that she would
just drift away without a trace.

It's a bit stupid,
that, isn't it?

Yeah, very.

What happens now?

Well, can we drive you home?

I've got the car.

Don't you want to talk to us?

- We can do that later.
- I want to do it now.

Agnes...

What are we going
to do? Go home?

Chop some vegetables?
Put the radio on?

- Darling.
- Inspector?

She told us at dinner.

About the job at the camp.

It was my birthday.

I'd made a quiche Lorraine.

One always hopes that someone
else will cook on your birthday,

but not this time.

Megan. On the table.

Megan!

Megan.

Patrick, did you polish
both serving spoons?

Yes, I think so.

You think?

I'll do it. I'll do it.

When you ask if
you can help, dear,

and then don't do the
very thing that I ask,

there really is very
little point, is there?

Have we got any butter?

There's already
butter on the potatoes.

I'd like to put a bit more on.

You heard your mother.
You don't need any more.

But I'd like some more, please.

Run along and get it, then.

We'll wait till you return.

I've got a job at the
Bluebird Holiday Camp.

And so it began.

- She left when?
- The following morning.

She was resolute.
She took the bus.

The blue one with
the flaky upholstery.

When was this?

About two months ago.

And you haven't seen her since?

No.

Did you visit her at the camp?

No.

Thank you, Rachel.

Was this new, this
desire to break free?

The last two years have been
rather disruptive, Inspector.

'Cause we... we moved.

From London to Newcastle.

From a dear little
house in Richmond.

Nice neighbors. Everything
just as we wanted it.

And Patrick got a
promotion up here.

He's from Newcastle, you see?

And then, after the move,

Megan did become
perhaps a little surly.

But then she did have
dreams of achieving something

which was just beyond
the realms of possibility.

What was that?

She wanted to become
an actress, a performer.

You didn't approve?

It's a wildly frivolous
occupation, Inspector,

bound in uncertainty
and self-indulgence.

And those who really need it

are fragile creatures,
in my opinion.

"Look at me." Isn't
that what it's saying?

Perhaps.

Was she good at it?

What?

Megan. Was she any good?

Was she a good performer?

I've no idea.

But the notion of her wanting
to get a job at the camp

to achieve her dreams
was, quite frankly, laughable.

Why was that?

The Bluebird Holiday
Camp is hardly

the Royal Shakespeare
Company, is it?

It's a playground for those
with less than Patrick and I.

We prefer to holiday at Whitby.

Wonderful steam train.

I love steam trains.

Did she contact you
after she got to the camp

or while she was there?

She wrote.

Once.

Can we see it, that letter?

I don't have it.

I saw no reason to keep it.

Was she precious to
you, your daughter?

What sort of a question is that?

Well, parents don't usually

throw away their
children's letters, do they?

Especially if they haven't
seen them for a few weeks.

Their only daughter.

She was enjoying being
amongst all those campers.

Enjoying the hysteria.

I saw no reason to read
that letter more than once.

Right. One more question.

What were you
both doing last night?

What, pray, are you suggesting?

Just answer the
question, please.

We went to the theater.

At the village hall.

Amateur dramatic
production of "Kiss Me, Kate."

It was rather good.

Thank you.

I'd run away to a holiday
camp if that was the alternative.

Indeed.

She didn't seem
very upset, did she?

Visibly unmoved, I'd say.

You know, uh, methodical.

Taut.

Better check their alibi.

I could do that.

That's all right. I've got it.

You still here?

- I'm compartmentalizing.
- What?

Well, uh, your filing system
is, um, questionable, sir.

Is it, now?

No, It's not.

- It's not?
- No.

Well, you see,
Detective Sergeant,

I would be interested
in your definition

of an operational filing system

when there appears to
be a lack of any, um, files.

It's all right. It's all there.

Yeah, well, it's
all there, yeah,

but in what semblance of order?

Because, well, ideally, if
we could actually locate

the information that we do have,
well, it might give us more time

to look for the information
that we don't have.

It's... Well, it's really
that simple, I'd say.

Well, you carry on, Rachel. I,
for one, am glad you're here.

- For one.
- Oi.

She was wearing a
good wig. Mrs. Webb.

What relevance is that?

Probably none.

I never noticed she
was wearing a wig.

Well, that's because
you're a man, sir.

Oh, is that a fact?

Well, Rachel, you coordinate
with Sergeant Bacchus.

I'd like you with us.

We're gonna need help
speaking to everybody in the camp.

And nobody is to check out
until they've been interviewed.

Take that.

Semblance of order? Huh?

She's only been here
two minutes, man.

She's fiddling around
with everything.

Calm down. She's a good copper.

Aye, so everyone
keeps telling us.

I don't see it, meself.

It's nice to have somebody
here to make a cup of tea.

She'd be good for that, granted.

- I wanted her here.
- We don't need her.

- Well, I say we do, John.
- Oh, well, you would.

She thinks you walk on water.

- Are you jealous?
- What?

You know, bright young spark.

Hard worker.

- What are you saying?
- You know what I'm saying.

You might want to step up, John.

Put a bit of seniority
in your stride.

That wouldn't
harm you, would it?

Cherry?

Yes?

I was at home last night.

All right?

You want me to lie?

It's a tiny little white lie.

- Todd.
- If you wouldn't mind.

Is there something I don't know?

Just do it.

Daddy!

Hey, baby girl.

Ohh! Let's have a look at you.

Beautiful.

I did this myself.
My very first plait.

Let me have a look at that.

Wowee. That's fantastic.

You're amazing.
Do you know that?

I didn't even know
you were coming.

Well, I wanted to
surprise you, didn't I?

Eh?

Those are your
friends over there?

Why don't you go and play
with them for 10 minutes,

and I'll just have a quick
word with your mum, all right?

See you in a bit.

- What are you doing?
- I'm talking to me daughter.

It's not your day.

It's not my day to
talk to me daughter?

See, this is what it
is with you, isn't it?

John, this is just how it works.

It works for you! It
doesn't really work for me!

Will you calm down?

We're just outside
the school gates.

I know where we
are, Lisa, all right,

thank you very much.

You see her every
month. It's what we agreed.

No, it's what you decided.

I had no choice, unless
I take you to court.

- Oh, come on.
- Remember?

You see her about as much
as I think you can manage.

You don't even
pick her up on time.

That happened once.

Twice.

In two years.
That's not that bad.

I try, Lisa.

I might not be
perfect, like you.

But I try.

Yeah, you really try.

You know how to
patronize me, don't you?

We all know you're
in charge, Lisa.

You keep ramming it
down me bloody throat!

I don't want to talk to
you any more, John.

Leigh Anne.

You can't do this.
You can't just turn up.

You're being aggressive.
You're... You're frightening me.

I'm taking Leigh
Anne into school.

You can see her in a few weeks.

I just want to see her.

Morning.

Do you ever sleep, you?

Do you ever smile?

I've done blocks "A" to "F."

Course you have.

You really don't
like me, do you?

No. No, it's not that. I
just don't need you here.

I can do it. All right?
That's the point.

So you'll know about
the staff meeting, then,

starting in five minutes?

Yeah. Yeah.

You all right?

You're late.

Uh, yeah. Sorry.

Right, two tickets
for "Kiss Me, Kate"

was purchased under
Patrick Webb's name,

but only one person
went, and that was Patrick.

- Oh.
- Apparently he arrived alone.

And he sold the second
ticket back to the box office

just before the show.

Was she any good?

- Get Mrs. Webb in.
- Right.

Is everyone here?

I have an announcement to make.

We have lost

one of our most
beautiful Bluebirds.

Megan Webb has been
found dead off camp.

What?

I'm so sorry.

It is vital that you are able
to seek solace in each other.

But it is also vital

that we maintain a
standard for our campers.

And a smile.

And you will find
yourself having to answer

many difficult questions.

But your bright and breezy
answer to them is this...

It is sunshine and
business as usual

at the Bluebird Holiday Camp.

Now, the police of
course are investigating,

and I trust that you will be
as cooperative as they require.

But I've asked them to
conduct their inquiries

in a manner which will
not upset our campers.

This, I must emphasize,
is paramount.

That is all.

- Lovely speech.
- Lovely girl.

Hello. I'm W.P.C. Coles.

I was wondering if I could
ask you a few questions.

I've always had a thing
about female police officers.

Oh, goody for me.

I'm Detective Sergeant
Bacchus. I'd like to ask...

No, it's all right,
Sergeant. I've got this.

Hope so.

- Name?
- Manners. Gary Manners.

Mr. Manners.

You worked with Megan
Webb, is that correct?

You don't quite hold the
same appeal as your colleague.

Answer the
question, pal, all right?

I worked with her, yeah.

You worked with her.

I bet she was on your radar

because you clearly have a
thing with the lasses, don't you?

Aye, well, Megan clearly
had a thing for the gents.

Hey, come back.

Did she have a thing for you?

That's interesting. Maybe not.

Write this down...
Megan Webb had taste.

What did you just say?

Aye, go on.

Go on, Mr. Manners. I dare you.

The thrill of chucking
you in a police cell

would absolutely
make my day, so go on.

After you.

Right. That's what I thought.

I'm a grown-up, you
know? I can cope.

- The guy's an idiot.
- Aye, you're an idiot.

Knight in shining armor, eh?

What?

No, the guy's an idiot.

What?

What?

Relations between staff members.

- Yes?
- Encouraged? Banned?

Todd hates it. But it goes on.

What about Megan and
that Gary Manners fella?

Anything there?

I don't know.
Quick fling, maybe?

Well, when he heard about Megan,

he looked as though he'd
been punched in the stomach.

Well, it's been a
terrible shock for us all.

Yeah.

Do you know what happened
between them, who broke it off?

No. Sorry.

Could you confirm

what your brother was
doing on Saturday night?

He went home to his wife.

He left here around 4:00,

and I didn't see him
again until the morning.

And yourself?

I was supervising
the dining hall.

We had a supervisor off
sick, so I offered to step in.

I finished my
shift around 10:00.

Rather a late night for me.

We'll need to speak to one
of Megan's other cabin mates.

- Gail?
- Gail, yeah.

The kitchens are
'round the back.

I can walk you 'round.

Ah, we'll find our
own way, thank you.

Okay.

That Gary Manners fella...
He's lying about summat.

It's written all over

his stupid, smug,
shiny, stupid face.

Well, if you'd been dumped by
a girl who ended up murdered,

you might want to
keep quiet about it.

He's guilty as sin,
man. It's obvious.

He really kicked
your perch, didn't he?

You want to tell me
why you were late?

I went to see Lisa.

I went to see her at the school

'cause I wanted to talk to her

about Leigh Anne and my
access and why I can't see her,

and it just all blew up.

What, you just
turned up out the blue?

Yeah, I did. Yeah.

Clever.

Yeah, all right. All right.

Your powers of persuasion

are getting better
by the minute, John.

Miss Smith?

Gail, is it? I'm DCI Gently.

This is Detective
Sergeant Bacchus.

I've got to get
these carrots done.

Well, we have permission
to interview all staff,

working or otherwise.

I'm very sorry about what
happened to your cabin mate.

Shocking thing to happen.

Could say that.

We're searching
your cabin right now,

just so you know, okay?

Did you get on, three of you...

You Justine and
Megan... As cabin mates?

Fine.

'Cause three's a
difficult number.

You're a bit younger than
the other girls, aren't you?

What are you, 16?

In four months, sir. I'm 15.

Was that a problem in the cabin?

You know, any ructions?

No.

Are you sure? Anything at all.

- Have you got a cigarette?
- Gail.

Why did Megan dump Gary?

Oh, don't know.

Gail, this is a
murder investigation.

We ask questions, and
you answer truthfully.

That's how it works.

We've got no time for
messing about or telling fibs.

Well, I'm not lying, actually.

Well, you see,
the word "actually"

has kind of landed
you in it there, actually.

I told you, I don't know.

What, three girls
sharing a cabin together,

and you never had a good
gossip about your love life?

Look, I've got to
get back to work.

I've got to do this.

And then I've got to
change the chip fat.

Where were you on
Saturday night, Gail?

W-Working here all night.

You can ask any
of the kitchen staff.

You all right?

Yeah, I just found this
in Justine's drawer and...

- Are we done?
- Yeah.

What is it?

I don't know.

I think it's pine disinfectant.

Might be nothing.

Let's find out when
the cabins are cleaned.

Who's got a car?

- Say again?
- Who's got a car?

If Megan was killed in there,

somebody could
have kept her there

and waited till it
was late enough

to drive her to the pier.

Uh, well, there's a staff car,

and the keys are kept
behind the reception desk.

And all staff do have
access, within reason.

That'll be it.

It's my turn.

Come here.

It's my turn.

- But it's mine.
- He's had it all day.

The pair of youse
better pack it in, right?

- But Dad!
- But Dad!

Sir? The lab report's
back. It's a match.

The blood in the car was
the same type as Megan's.

124 witness statements,
and nobody saw a thing.

Well, not yet.

Where's John?

I'm not sure. He, um...

Well, he disappeared
when he heard

that there was a
solicitor in the building.

I'm not sure what
it's about, but...

- Sorry.
- Oh, great.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

- You're an idiot.
- I'm just telling you how it is.

He's an idiot, him. Doesn't
know what he's talking about.

I take it you cornered
him about Leigh Anne.

Yeah, and he says
the only option I have

is to take Lisa to court.

And even then,
right, statistically,

I have a miniscule
chance of winning.

And either way, I've got
to pay the court costs.

So not only will I end up
exactly where I started,

I'll be bankrupt.

It's great, innit,
that? Terrific.

So, what does he recommend?

He doesn't. He
told me to forget it.

So I told him to
shove his clipboard...

- No, John, John, John.
- Up his stupid...

- Not here.
- Sorry.

Why don't you go
and talk to Lisa again?

- I can't do that.
- Why not?

Because apparently I scare her,
and she doesn't want me around.

It's ridiculous.

Oh, don't mind me. I'm
only Leigh Anne's dad.

Just the hapless
father, that's all.

Where was Gary
Manners on Saturday night?

Oh, look at this, man.
She keeps shifting the stuff.

John! Where was Gary
Manners on Saturday night?

Uh...

Oh, yeah.

Him and Justine were
onstage at the camp.

From 6:00 till last orders.

Don't they ever
give them a break?

I don't think so. They
treat them like packhorses.

Don't even have time to eat.

How did you get on
with Stretch's wife?

Sir, there was no
answer on the phone,

so I popped 'round
and spoke to a neighbor

who said that Mrs.
Stretch and his daughters

had left months ago.

- Did they, now?
- Oh, yeah.

And I also called the village
hairdressers about Mrs. Webb

and asked about her wig.

Well, hairdressers
know everything,

especially local
hair-associated facts.

Well, childbirth.

All of her hair fell out when
she gave birth to Megan.

Ah.

She's been wearing
a wig ever since.

It's always been a problem

between mother and
daughter, apparently.

That's... That's great. Innit?

That's amazing.

Really exemplary work
there, W.P.C. Coles.

Tell us something...
Were you one of those kids

that wore their school
uniform at the weekends?

Would you excuse us for
a moment please, Rachel?

Bright and female.

She really rattled
your cage, didn't she?

No, no, it's not that.

She's just an arrogant know-all.

- She's all over you like a rash.
- John.

She's all like, "Oh,
Mr. Gently, sir."

John, John. I feel for you.

I really do.

Not seeing Leigh
Anne. It's grossly unfair.

What would you know about it?

You're not a father.

Thanks for that.

But that does not give you
permission to come here

and make everybody feel as
diminished as you clearly do.

You get back to
the holiday camp.

You're more use there than here.

Give it a day or two,

most of these
campers will be gone.

You don't know that.

I admire your optimism.

Tea?

Nah. Not for me.

Where's Gary Manners
right about now?

He's proving to
be a bit elusive.

On his way to the dance
hall, I should imagine.

Whipping up our campers into
a heightened state of euphoria.

Really?

How long have you been married?

16 years. To Kitty.

Two children, if indeed that
was to be your next question.

Dorothy and Heather. 14 and 12.

Do you get home much?

Well, I work hard, Sergeant.

Is that why she left?

Ah, come on, man.

That piece of information's
not gonna pass us by, is it?

It's a murder investigation.

Look...

I don't want anyone to know.
Even my sister doesn't know.

I had to give Kitty some
money to keep quiet.

- I am a family man.
- Was.

Does beg the question,
though, doesn't it...

What you were really
doing on Saturday night?

What is this?

I've always loved
"Kiss Me, Kate."

Perhaps you could enlighten me

about Saturday
night's production.

I got drunk and
slept here on the sofa.

Well, it happens
a little too often.

I was embarrassed.

You were at the
camp all evening?

Yes.

Did you go anywhere?

Answer the question.

In the dance hall, there's
a corner of the wings

where I can stand
without being seen.

I make notes.

The show has to be perfect.

Efficiency is everything

if we're to maintain
the numbers.

Standards need to be high.

Was Megan performing?

Yes.

You lied during the
murder investigation

of your own daughter.

If I'd told you where I was, you
would have assumed the worst.

I always assume the
worst of everybody.

I didn't kill her.

You know what? I
don't believe you.

Oh. There I go again.

I didn't kill her. How could I?

Well, you had
enough of a reason.

People don't need
much, surprisingly.

It was a shock
when she left, yeah?

Yes.

I felt like I wanted
to die, actually.

It didn't make you happy

knowing that your only daughter
was following her dream?

I told you before, Inspector, I
thought it was an indulgence.

She wanted lessons after school.

Ballet, tap, singing, acting.

Instead, Patrick whisked
her off to his sister

for extra Latin classes.

She's an exemplary
Latin teacher, his sister.

No social graces, though.

So I keep my
distance when possible.

Well, Megan must have
been naturally talented, then,

because she didn't
have any training

or crafting of her talent.

Apparently so.

What did you want to do
when you were a little girl?

Uh...

I liked to tell stories.

Ah.

I was good at the voices.

My mum and dad used
to wheel me out at parties.

I had some ambition,
you might say.

But it was not to be.

You lost your hair?

After I, uh, gave
birth to Megan.

Pretty as a picture I was not.

Would you say your daughter
was as pretty as a picture?

Of course I would.

And clearly she had the talent.

She was all set
to have the career

that you could never have.

Yes, yes, all right.

You went to the
camp, didn't you?

Temptation got the better of me.

I just...

wanted to see her sing.

Saturday night.

Right, campers, we
know you're desperate

to see the next act.

So please put
your hands together

for the late-night version
of the After Dark Bluebirds,

led by our very own Megan Webb.

♪ Does he love me? ♪

♪ I want to know ♪

♪ How can I tell if
he loves me so? ♪

♪ Is it in his eyes? ♪

♪ Oh, no, you'll be deceived ♪

♪ Is it in his eyes? ♪

♪ Oh, no, he'll make believe ♪

♪ If you want to know
if he loves you so ♪

♪ It's in his kiss ♪

♪ That's where it is ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Or is it in his face? ♪

♪ Oh, no, it's in his charm ♪

♪ In his warm embrace? ♪

♪ Oh, no, that's just his arm ♪

♪ If you want to know
if he loves you so ♪

♪ It's in his kiss ♪

♪ That's where it is ♪

♪ Oh, it's in his kiss ♪

♪ That's where it is ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh, kiss him ♪

♪ And squeeze him tight ♪

♪ Find out what
you want to know ♪

♪ If it's love,
if it really is ♪

♪ It's there in his kiss ♪

♪ How 'bout the way he acts? ♪

♪ Oh, no, that's not the way ♪

♪ You're not listening
to what I say ♪

♪ If you want to know
if he loves you so ♪

♪ It's in his kiss ♪

♪ That's where it is ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh, it's in his kiss ♪

♪ That's where it is ♪

Any mistakes?

There's always room for polish.

Tighter footwork. Wider smiles.

Why did your wife leave you?

It's ironic.

One fights to maintain
the perfect family holiday

and, in doing so, destroys
one's own precious little unit.

You wouldn't understand precious

if it came up and
hit you in the face.

I beg your pardon?

You sit there talking about
how important family is to you,

when all the time you were
having it off with Megan Webb.

No, I wasn't.

- Yes, you were.
- I just wouldn't.

You're lying. Again.

This may come as a
surprise to you, Sergeant,

but we are not all unfaithful.

Not all of us.

My weakness is this camp.

My father's camp.

I just want it to work.

And I can't fail.

I just can't.

Do you know what?

I came to this camp
a few years back.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Me, the wife, my daughter.

We had a great time.

I remember how busy it was.

It was absolutely
packed with families.

Not so packed anymore.

- Your camp's dying, isn't it?
- It's hardly that.

Come on, man. This is 1969.

Family's not what it
used to be. I should know.

People don't want to come
to holiday camps anymore.

They want to go further afield.

Your dance hall
seems busy enough.

Your dining room. All that.

You've disguised
those bits very, very well.

No, it is not a disguise.

It is clever programming.

We lead our campers
like horses to water.

One big event on
the hour, every hour.

If a room is full,
they'll be happy,

and they will keep coming back.

You'd do anything to save
this camp wouldn't you?

Did Patrick know you went?

Megan obviously
wanted me to come.

I was rather touched.

What, she wrote more than once?

Yes.

Every week.

- But I couldn't write back.
- Why not?

I didn't want to engage.
She'd disobeyed me.

But then she told me
an agent was coming.

- An agent?
- Yes.

Someone local had seen
her, told someone else.

I thought she must be passable
if someone's coming to see her.

Did you speak to her?

After the show.

What time was it?

I suppose...

9:20, 9:25 maybe?

Mum.

I won't come in.

What are you doing here?

I just came to see you
sing a couple of songs

and to say well done.

Mum, please come in.

No, I couldn't possibly.

You came to see me.

Thought it was about time.

Got my letters, then?

Did the agent come?

You said in your letter, um...

I was cross with you.

Every week I write, and nothing.

I just found
myself writing that.

I see.

No agent?

Oh, well.

That'll serve me right
for not writing back.

I might not stay here, Mum.

Why?

I can't explain, really.

Mum, can I come home?

Home?

Oh, no. No, darling, you can't.

I really should go.

Mum?

Mum!

Why'd you say no?

Because she was too good.

Oh.

She was so good,
in fact, that I realized

she was absolutely right to
have left home, gone to the camp.

It was a perfect
platform for her.

She couldn't give it
up and come home.

I wouldn't allow it.

If I didn't know you better,

I'd say you were starting
to sound like a proud mum.

Oh. I don't know about that.

Oh, come on, Agnes.

"Come on" what, Mr. Gently?

Do I regret not
telling her that,

absolutely that?

That I was proud of her,

proud of her beautiful
performance?

I think so, yes.

Yes.

And regret can make a person...

very, very angry and bitter.

Well...

Least you went to see her.

That would have
meant something to her.

You think?

Mm.

Yeah, maybe.

But, uh, I didn't take her
home with me, Inspector.

I didn't do as she asked.

We've lost our baby, Patrick.

Our baby.

She was such a good dancer.

I so wish you could
have seen her.

I think it's what they call
a cack-handed approach.

It was clumsy, certainly.

Just makes me laugh.

Does he think for one moment
that him turning up like that

is gonna make me go,
"Oh, yeah. All right, then.

Just because you
asked so nicely"?

John has got a
particular way with words.

That's one way of putting it.

Oh, he's always been
like this, hasn't he?

Gets in a rage because he
doesn't know what else to do.

But you know, Lisa,
underneath all of that...

he might just have...

- What?
- A point.

A point?

Yeah.

Oh, no.

The amount of contact
he has with Leigh Anne

is pitiful, Lisa.

It just is.

Is that what this is about?

This is why you
asked us to meet?

I'll get us another drink.

I've explained.
We're gonna have...

I think it's best if
we just get home.

Ahh, we meet again.

- I missed you.
- I'll bet.

I mustn't dawdle.
Campers to entertain.

Everyone in this
camp seems to think

that you and Megan had a
relationship except for you.

- It's funny that, isn't it?
- Yeah?

Well, I don't call
a couple of nights

in a cold, unoccupied
cabin a relationship.

Maybe you do. How sweet.

Someone even said that
you were in love with her.

Who?

Oh, fascinating.

Meaning?

So many untruths whizzing
about this camp, Sergeant.

Were you angry or
upset when she ended it?

No.

Dear me, you're a terrible liar.

Why did she end it?

I don't know. I don't care.

Well, you either
genuinely don't know,

in which case you're thick.

Or you do know and
you're just not telling me,

in which case
you're a bit stupid.

Must be difficult in that
dance hall without her.

Off you pop.

- Will you think about it?
- There's nothing to think about.

I disagree.

This has nothing to
do with you, George.

Well, not directly, no, but...

I think I know something in
what John's going through.

I know what it's like to feel...

What?

Isabella died five
years ago yesterday.

About this time, actually.

George, I'm sorry.

No. It's all right.
It's all right.

Well, it's not.

Lisa, I don't have a family.

As John so kindly pointed
out to me yesterday.

But what he doesn't
know is that we did try.

For years.

We did all the
tests. All of it. But...

And I think I would have
made an all right dad.

But...

Let him do it, Lisa.

- George...
- Something's got to give.

He could see Leigh
Anne more, couldn't he?

We've got a routine now.

This is not about routine.
This is about control.

I don't like the way
you're saying that.

Why? Why couldn't
he see more of her?

Because seeing her so little,

it's making his
heart freeze, Lisa.

And he's her dad.
She's his little girl.

You can't change that.

You can't take
that away from him.

Or her.

You look like the boss
to me. Not the other one.

Hello there.

There's just something about
the way you hold yourself.

It's fun here when the
sun starts to fade, isn't it?

Depends what you mean by "fun."

Oh, holiday camps are all
about sunshine, blue skies.

Smiling faces, color, laughing.

It's a well-trodden path,
but when the night falls

we don't think
about the shadows.

Let me ask you summat.

Why did you lie to us when we
first questioned you about Gary?

You said that Megan
wasn't seeing anyone.

She wasn't. They'd split up.

Clever clogs.

What are you doing, Justine?

Well, it's me evening off.

I came out for a fag, but
I can't be seen loitering,

so I'd appreciate
it if, miraculously,

you'd forgotten you'd seen us.

You and Megan were
good friends, were you?

Do we have to
talk about this now?

Go down the station, talk
about it there if you fancy.

Well, I liked her a lot.

She knew who she was,
what she was doing here.

It's an overused term, Sergeant,
but Megan was a good person.

A friend.

What about Gail?

Was she jealous at all
about your friendship?

Gail's young.

I think she's used to being
the underdog, but, um...

I'm working on her.

I used to be a bit like that.

Like Gail.

And then I came here
and everything changed.

I can't imagine you
ever being like Gail.

Oh, I'd surprise you, Sergeant.

Gary and Megan

were in a relationship,
were they?

Yeah, everyone knows that.

Why did she dump him?

Nobody answers that question.

Why will nobody
answer that question?

I don't know why she dumped him.

She was so into him.

So excited when he first
showed an interest in her.

Singled her out.

Invited her to this
party where it all began.

We got her ready.

I lent her a dress.

♪ So hold on, baby ♪

♪ Please can I take
you by the hand? ♪

- ♪ You've got the look ♪
- ♪ Oh, baby ♪

- ♪ You've got the look ♪
- ♪ I can see you ♪

- ♪ You've got the look ♪
- ♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Ooooh ♪

That's better.

It's all about accentuation.

Isn't it a bit much?

No.

It's actually perfect.

Now can you see
what can be done?

Anything's possible.

Yeah, but I haven't
even got the basics.

Oh, we can create the basics.

Trust me.

♪ I can't stop the
feeling I've got for you ♪

♪ Just give me a chance ♪

Go and get a drink.
See what happens.

♪ I can't stop the
feeling I've got for you ♪

♪ Just one more chance ♪

♪ I'm falling in the dark ♪

♪ Ever since you walked away ♪

♪ And all the time
you're on my mind ♪

♪ I think about
you night and day ♪

♪ I'm making plans
to get you back ♪

♪ Still wondering what to say ♪

♪ What to say ♪

♪ It seems so
wrong to be apart ♪

♪ Oh, baby, I'm so
lost without you ♪

♪ I can't stop the
feeling I've got for you ♪

♪ Just give me a chance ♪

Look and learn, Gail.

Look and learn.

♪ I can't stop the
feeling I've got for you ♪

♪ Just one more chance ♪

♪ All the love
that I can share ♪

♪ Just call my name
and I'll be there ♪

- ♪ Can't stop ♪
- ♪ Feeling for you ♪

- ♪ Can't stop ♪
- ♪ Don't you know I need you? ♪

- ♪ Can't stop ♪
- ♪ Feeling for you ♪

Well, they'd been seeing
each other a couple of weeks,

and she suddenly
went cold on him.

Did she find out he was
seeing anybody else,

anything like that?

I don't know.

I think you do.

Well, you would. It's
your job to be suspicious.

Come on, pet.

Sorry to disappoint.

Were you onstage
all night on Saturday?

Yeah. Between 6:00 and midnight.

Didn't leave the
dance hall ever?

- No.
- Sure?

Absolutely.

I hate to admit it, but I'm
rather frightened, Sergeant.

It could happen
again, couldn't it?

I'd get inside if
I were you, pet.

Till we've made an arrest,

this camp might not be
the safest place to be.

Ta-ra.

Why did Megan want
to leave that camp?

Something changed.

And something's bothering me.

The staff didn't know
about Megan's murder

until about 10:00 the
next morning, right?

Yeah. About that.

And the newspapers
arrive at 11:00, yeah?

Yeah, they get
delivered to the cabins.

So, by midmorning,
everybody knows, yes?

- Yeah.
- Right, well...

There's a list of families

who tried to check
out of the camp

before they were interviewed.

Nothing too
troubling about that.

They wanted to get
the hell out of there.

I don't blame them.

But one family were
recorded by the...

John, listen.

One family were
recorded by the receptionist

as desperately trying to leave

at a quarter past 10:00
Monday morning...

45 minutes before the
newspapers arrived.

Yeah, and there's no
radios in any of the cabins.

Sylvia and Timothy
Ryan. Cabin Red 4.

No, no, I remember now.

There was no answer
when I was doing my checks.

Bring them both in.
Separate interviews.

Don't worry, Mr. Ryan.
You'll be next.

- Got any children?
- Yeah.

Like that, is it?

Well, life changes after kids.

Some people say for the better.

Well, it depends on
your point of view.

People shouldn't have
kids if they don't want them.

No one tells you they
destroy your lives.

You know what?

I hope your kids never,
ever hear you say that.

Oh, it's always the
dads who judge the most.

And the ones who
see the kids the least.

Do you know what...

Right, let's just stick
to the point, shall we?

- Is he staying?
- Yes.

Now, where were you on
Saturday night, Mrs. Ryan?

I was at the camp.
Where do you think I was?

Don't get smart.

What were you doing around 9:30?

I can't remember.

Think.

Yeah, I, um... I called my mum.

Tim was on his way
to the dance hall.

I remember I needed
to call my Mum.

- What about?
- This and that.

Give me the number.

- What?
- Your mother's number.

Well, presumably she would
have remembered the phone call.

So I'll ask you again.

I went to a cabin.
To meet a fella.

A Bluebird.

Who?

His name was Gary.

- Gary Manners?
- I don't know his second name.

Gary Manners.

I'd been at the camp a week,

and on the second night we
got chatting, and we hit it off.

This was our
third date, of sorts.

What time was this?

I met him around 10:00.

Yeah, there was a competition.

The campers got 20 minutes
to dance for the judges.

Gary could come offstage.

He slipped away
and no one noticed.

Go on.

Well, I met him in his cabin.

We were...

Making daisy chains.

Yeah, I know. I get it.

When this music
suddenly started really loud.

Coming from a cabin nearby.

What's the matter?

- It's coming from Meg's cabin.
- We've only got 15 minutes.

- She needs to turn it down.
- No, it'll be fine.

She needs to turn it down.

♪ Just give me a chance ♪

♪ I can't stop the
feeling I've got for you ♪

♪ Just one more chance ♪

Meg, what are you
doing? Turn it down.

♪ Ever since you walked away ♪

Meg, what are you
playing at? Turn it down.

Thank you.

Meg?

Hello?

How long was the
music playing for?

Minute and a half? Maybe less.

How long were you and Gary...

15 minutes.

Then what?

I ran back to the dance hall.

What about Gary?

Yeah, he went there,
too, just different route.

Did you see him go?

No, but five minutes
later he were on the stage.

Five minutes.

Why'd you try and
check out early?

Gary came to find me when
the staff had heard about the girl.

The dead girl.

Well, the music we heard...
Gary thought it were a bit odd.

It was too loud,
out of character.

We wondered if...

we'd witnessed something.

And you couldn't tell us because
your husband would find out.

But what about Gary?

I don't know.

Because she's not
Gary's usual fare, is she?

I beg your pardon?

I mean, look at her.
He could have anyone.

That's just insulting.

At least I've not got a face

that looks like a horse's
head caught in a clamp.

Clever.

And you'd be surprised.

A lot of men
like a bit of flesh.

But not Gary, eh?

I don't know what you mean.

Yes, you do.

You paid him for
the sex, didn't you?

Lying git.

Megan must have
found out about him.

It's not the kind of
thing you want to hear

about your nice,
new boyfriend, is it?

You're looking forward
to this, aren't you?

Yeah.

Right, last six.

Three.

Five.

Well done.

Good. Well done. Good workout.

Star pupil.

Whew!

Oh, God. I think
I'm gonna throw up.

Gary, put it away man, will you?

I want a word with you.

- I'm busy.
- Now, please.

Where's the fire, gentlemen?

It's not a good look
in front of the campers.

Did you sleep with Sylvia Ryan?

I need to get on. Got
back-to-back classes.

Well, I'll take that
as a yes, then.

Look, we could do this
down at the station if you like.

And there, I guarantee,
you will start sweating.

It's just a bit of fun.

- Do it often?
- I'm a consenting adult.

Indeed you are.

But unfortunately you consented

to take money
for it, didn't you?

Did Megan find out and
threaten to tell somebody about it?

Hey, is that why
you killed her, Gary?

I wouldn't hurt Megan.
Not in a million years.

See, at the moment, I
don't believe a single word

that comes out of your mouth.

First you're not seeing
Megan, then you are.

You didn't leave the
dance hall, then you did.

Add that to your vice activity,

you're already
looking at a jail term.

I didn't kill her.

- Yeah, right.
- I didn't kill her.

God, you're a smarmy
git you are, Gary.

You want to watch yourself

because all roads seem
to be leading to you.

Just 'cause I had
some assignations,

I'm capable of murder?

How many times
do I need to say it?

You've got this very wrong!

You were very fond
of Megan, weren't you?

Yeah, I know. Okay.

Did she find out that you
were accepting money for sex?

Yes.

Who else knew?

Who else knew?

- No one.
- You're lying.

I'm not.

See, I'm better at this
than you are, Gary.

Now, there is
something, isn't there?

There's something around
the notion of "Who else knew?"

Because why would you
lie? Who are you protecting?

You weren't the only
one, were you, Gary?

Thanks, Gary.

I'm lost.

Stretch is running a
knocking shop, John.

Right here in the camp.

Are you quite serious?

This is a family
holiday camp, Inspector.

It slightly misses the point.

I suggest you wipe
that grin off your face

and take a seat, Mr. Stretch.

Gary Manners regularly slept
with female campers for money.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Well, I think you
do, Mr. Stretch.

- Was Megan a part of this?
- What?

She one of your girls?

Cherry, um, Inspector
Gently is under the misguided

and quite frankly
ludicrous impression

that this camp is gaining
from immoral earnings.

Would you kindly tell him

that we know nothing
of any prostitution?

Who told you that?

Gary Manners. Gave himself away.

Gary likes the sound
of his own voice.

Bit of a boaster.

So you knew nothing
about this, nothing at all?

Because Gary says
he wasn't the only one.

I had to do something.

There were these loan sharks,
and they needed cash... fast.

- What are you saying?
- Todd knew nothing about this.

What have you done?

The camp was failing, Todd.

- We would have failed.
- What have you done?!

The camp was going
under, Todd. The whole thing.

Families weren't coming
anymore. We were that close.

I had to keep it afloat.

No, Cherry. Not like this.

This is all we have.
This is all we are!

You're so naïve, Todd.

It's business, just business.

I know it's hard. But
we needed the cash.

We'd be dead otherwise.

Sit down, Mr. Stretch.

How did you, uh,
market this business?

We watched at mealtimes,
the couples who were struggling.

The men who looked
straight past their own wives

so they could get a good
look at someone else's.

Oh, it's everywhere, Inspector.

Unhappy couples.

Especially on holiday.

All that flesh.

Every flaw exposed.

And what about Megan?

What about her?

Come on, Cherry, there's
more. What about Megan?

I invited her to join us.

Well, I didn't. Gary did.

We'd set the whole thing up.

I thought if she fell
in love with Gary,

she'd be more pliable.

Did Megan refuse
to get involved?

Never been turned down
before. We've selected carefully.

She put a value on herself,
and it was beyond money.

Did she threaten
to blow the whistle?

Yes.

- Did you kill her?
- No.

I was at my wit's end, yes.

Needed her to shut up.
We all needed her to shut up.

And then...

you came, and she was dead.

You say you selected carefully.

How?

Had to be, um, pretty.

Ambitious.

Girls and boys.

They had to be 16 and over.
I was very strict about that.

16 or over.

Gail.

Justine, would you
mind, for a minute?

Who's is this?

It's mine.

Why was it in Justine's drawer?

Don't look at her.

She said I didn't
need it anymore.

Why?

- Gail.
- Justine, shut it.

Because I'm a grown-up now.

In what way?

Gail, a girl has died.
Megan has died.

And we know that
some of the Bluebirds

were involved with
men... And women...

Who paid them for sex.

She wasn't part of it.

Yeah, I was.

Cherry didn't know.

Cherry thought I were too young,

but Justine thought
I were ready.

Justine, did you set
Gail up with clients?

Did Megan find out?

She's 15!

She's a child!

Megan cared about
that, didn't she?

It's one thing finding out

that her mates were
sleeping with campers,

but this was too
much, wasn't it?

Gail dropped the money!

She shouldn't have
dropped the money!

♪ ...hold me too ♪

♪ I can feel it in your touch ♪

Meg, I thought you
were in the staff room.

I'm not going.

Why?

What are you two doing back?

Sneaked out.

Gail fancies the
new kitchen porter.

Don't you, Gail?

I said I'd redo her
hair for the late shift.

Right, you. Hairbrush. Sit.

They're only on that
dance floor for 16 minutes,

and I'll be right
back on that stage.

I'm sure she can
do her own hair.

Only Justine can do it for me.

Is it yours?

- No.
- I'm asking Gail.

Gail?

No.

She's started.

Is that what you're doing now?

You're getting her
ready for a punter?

- You should go back to work.
- What about you?

Just go. Now.

She wanted to get started.

She's just a kid.

♪ I can't stop... ♪

I'm helping her out.

Really?

You really think that?

♪ I can't stop the
feeling I've got for you ♪

Meg, don't be angry. I'm
helping her feel beautiful.

You actually
enjoy it, don't you?

What?

You actually enjoy dressing
up a 15-year-old girl as your doll

and sending her off to have
sex with oily, bloated campers.

I turned her into
something! I did that!

She was nothing.

Wow! You're a star maker.

- You really need to be quiet.
- Making dreams come true.

Except this isn't
Hollywood Boulevard.

- It's a holiday camp!
- You need to shut your mouth!

Gail is too young.

I'm calling the
police, you whore.

♪ I can't stop the
feeling I've got for you ♪

♪ Just give me a chance ♪

♪ I can't stop the
feeling I've got for you ♪

♪ Just one more chance ♪

Meg, what are you
doing? Turn it down.

Meg, what are you
playing at? Turn it down.

- ♪ Can't stop ♪
- ♪ Feeling... ♪

Thank you.

Why didn't you just
report Megan's death

as an accident?

Meg?

And take the chance
the police would come

and find out about
the other stuff?

And then?

I stood there in the dark.

The door went again,
and I thought it was Gary.

But it was me.

I was worried about Justine.

You came out twice.
We've got statements.

People said you were
in the kitchen all night.

I'm the girl nobody notices.

I slipped away just fine.

Hello?

Justine?

Where's Meg?

Don't switch the light on.

What's going on?

Something happened, and
there was... there was an accident.

Megan was gonna call the police.

So I just...

She fell.

What do you mean?

She's dead.

What?

You need to be quiet.

You need to be very, very quiet.

Everything that happens
in the next five minutes

is really, really important.

And you need to do
everything I say, right?

Everything.

We need to get back to work.

So...

Help me push her under the bed,

and we can... we
can deal with her later.

- What?
- Right?

Come on. Under the bed.

No, don't get any blood on you.

Gail, get back to work.

Hurry.

Well, Justine killed Megan.
That wasn't your problem.

I had to help.

What, you have to do
everything she says?

Sleep with men when she says?
Move bodies when she says?

- I don't know.
- You're upsetting her.

You made her an
accessory to murder.

And after Gail helped, you went
back to the dance hall, yeah?

Yes.

Somebody must have
noticed you were late.

We looked after each other.

- ♪ Truly ♪
- ♪ I need you so bad ♪

- ♪ Truly ♪
- ♪ Come on, little baby ♪

♪ Now that I've
found my true love ♪

- Where have you been?
- Last-minute appointment.

- All right.
- Didn't know you had one.

Spontaneity's my middle
name. The old boys love it.

That's why I'm earning
more money than you.

Well, what about the
delicious Sylvia Ryan?

Aye. Except Megan was
playing her music full blast.

- It was distracting.
- Right.

I need to talk to her.

Yeah, you should, but I...

I think she's getting
an early night.

Maybe you should
try her tomorrow.

Right, ladies and gentlemen.

That is your 20
minutes dance time up.

So I hope you had a
good time down there

because I certainly
enjoyed watching you all.

What about the body?

We waited till
3:00 in the morning.

For Cherry, it was
all about business.

This one...

This one was
something different.

I think she saw herself
as some kind of Svengali.

I wonder what Stretch'll do now.

Camp's a goner, innit?

30 years of family
holidays. How ironic.

Oh, speaking of
joyous family life,

Lisa called left a message.

- What?
- Yeah.

What she want?

She's dropping off Leigh
Anne in about half an hour.

No, I'm not seeing
her for three week.

I don't know. Something
about a new deal.

Every other weekend,
I think she said.

- You're joking?
- I'm not.

- You're joking?
- No, I'm not.

Why... Why has she
changed her mind?

I don't know,
John. I've got to go.

Night, John.

Here's my girl!

Ohhh!

Give us hugs.

Give us a hug.

Thanks for that. It
means everything.

Have a nice evening.

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