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What did I tell you?

Just like last week, Sarge.

Yes. And the week before.

The police doctor's here, sir.

Sorry to be so long. Traffic's terrible.

Everyone off to Sunday lunch with Grandma.

It's murder.

And in here, too.

Look, it's like... Yeah, Keith.

Just like.

And the poodle towel in the bathroom.

I think you'll find Miss McGannon's been shot through the heart.

by the same gun, at the same range.

But don't let me prejudice your findings in any way, will you?

You sound as though you'll miss breakfast, Jim.

I'll see you out here, Keith.

Let me have that medical report soonest.

So, it's exactly the same?

Yeah.

Same sole patterns from his sneakers.

Thanks.

Where he dropped into the flowerbed.

Same mode of entry, no beherding, thanks to the sneakers.

Same earlier call as the daughter -in -law says. And the same type of victim.

Woman living on her own, no sexual interference, just theft of money.

All of 50 quid, according to a pay packet.

How long have you had these crisps, eh?

I don't know.

Last time I saw my kids.

A month must be.

Is that all?

Why kill for 50 pounds?

I mean, the most he's ever taken at any one time is 65 pounds.

So what is he, our local acid head?

Doesn't make sense.

He's either a nutter.

Or he's deliberately thrown his officer.

Or maybe he's just careless.

What, leaving all those poodle tales about?

Well, it is very strange.

To kill for 50 pounds.

People do peculiar things, Pete.

Oh, thanks for telling me. I'll write that above my bed. As a text to guide me

through my troubled life.

How's Elaine?

We've broken up.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm not.

I should never have left Faye in the first place.

And the boys.

Epic, it's gone.

Come on, John, give me a hand, would you?

Will you come and see us in London, Dad?

What?

Come on, you kids.

Get your hands washed.

At any rate, Mr. Robertson says I can do carpenter's next term. Any way, not any

rate, Mark.

Oh, Mum.

Now, your mother's quite right.

There's some real English around here.

Like this is real beer. Cheers.

Doesn't matter what Mark says.

We'll be to New School anyway.

I mean, anyway.

No. I mean, anyway.

No. I mean, anyhow.

Come on. Finish up your cup.

Moving to London.

I can park it to you, you know. You've only got to ask.

Hmm?

You're moving to London.

Yes, I put the cottage up for sale last week.

I see.

Well, you don't object.

I hope.

No, no, I... Hey, come on, you

kids, come and eat up.

I thought football was just to give you an appetite.

You never used to help with the walking up.

I used to be a fool.

How's Elaine?

I'd like no to do that, Quentin.

All right?

I've moved out, as a matter of fact.

We're ready, Dad.

You kids go on to the river. I'll be along in a minute, all right?

You won't make Mum cry, will you?

No.

No, of course not. Go on.

I'll see you in a minute.

These Sundays.

We don't like them.

You're legal, right? No, Faye, I didn't mean that.

I love them, it's just that they often hurt, that's all. Well, I look forward

seeing you.

You don't.

It's too late for me to feel anything.

Faye, it isn't too late. Look, you may have moved out on Elaine, but you're

still married to her, Keith.

Can't help it.

See you at coffee.

I'm just about to go out.

Where?

Not your business anymore, is it?

Have you brought back your door key?

I can't think of any other reason why you're here. I want one or two things

settled, Elaine.

Everything is settled.

You told me so yourself.

I'm the greatest mistake you ever made, remember?

I'm selfish, expensive.

You don't know why you left your first wife to marry me.

I'm irresponsible.

Utterly lazy, except in bed, which I'll fall into with anybody.

I'm heartless.

You can't afford me.

Zip.

I'd have thought zipping me up might appeal to your sense of propriety.

Please.

Make me late for dinner.

It's only a boring accountant.

I saw a corpse this morning.

Young woman.

Nice line of work you have.

Get away from me.

Don't you ever come here again. I want a very quick divorce, Elaine.

Back to square one so you can remarry Faye? Yeah.

How cosy.

Well.

I shall take my time.

There'll be lots of details.

Lots of alimony, too.

Now, let's not rush things.

You've used up five years of my life, and for that you're going to pay.

So, he calls out to Nunfrey, 5 .30.

Medium height, aged about 30 or so, thin face, dark haired, wealth poken.

He said he was still at college, selling door -to -door to pay his way.

I felt quite sorry for him.

And you invited him in to the kitchen?

Yeah, gave him a cup of tea, looked worn out.

Well, he said he'd been on his round since the morning.

Well, when I saw the towel, I remembered.

And? You bought this one.

Mm.

So he saw where you keep your money?

Yeah.

Well, he saw where I keep my purse, yes.

Oh, it'll be Keith.

Now, when this guy first... Keith?

I thought I ought to tell him.

You being on your own here with the boys, I thought it only right that he

know.

Damn you.

What the hell do you think you're doing, setting Fay up as a decoy? Well, Keith,

it was my decision.

Now, look.

I don't want you to do this. I've agreed.

You can say you've changed your mind. I couldn't say that. Anyway, you heard

what Jim said. He said it would be quite safe. They'd have the place around.

He'd say anything to crack this case. Look, Fay, this man's armed. He may be

dangerous. Once he knows he's walked into a trap, he'll be desperate. I know,

and it scares me. But, Keith, if they don't find this man, some other woman

get her. Look, look.

You're the one I care about.

Will you... Will I be around?

You want to bet on it?

Keith, I'm still moving to London. It's too late. We can't go back.

What, is there a law against it?

I've asked Elaine to give me a divorce.

Will she give you one?

In her own bloody time.

Any sign of him yet?

It's early days, Keith.

He won't come till it's dark.

Go away. Have a drink.

I've got the pub.

Don't let our friend call till I get back, will you?

Shut up!

He's there now.

Look here at Paul for moving it.

You stay here.

No.

She's fine. She's fine.

Go and look after her.

Come on, run the back.

Oh, man, get off me!

I want that number!

You all right, Betty? Oh, Keith, what the hell's happening?

Are they finished yet? Thank God.

When I heard those shots... No, I'm fine. I'm absolutely fine, darling,

honestly. I didn't even get a look at the man. Please make sure of that.

Have anyone ever hurt you, Fay?

Marvellous. Raised alone, no mate, no year, no number. What about the

There's one of our lads returning fire. He missed.

Didn't you even get the car number? Nothing. It could be anywhere by now.

George K. Wallace.

84 Beeson Saviors Walk.

Give her one more chance.

Hello?

Oh, it's you.

Well, hardly.

Look, in fact, I'm not interested in talking at all. Because I'm with

He's called Gerald.

He's fun.

Do listen in if you like.

God help me.

Are you looking for somebody, Governor?

Not quite.

A builder's merchant. I was told I could get roof insulation.

Ah, should they have gone from here more than a year?

And anyway, it was wholesale trade only.

Ah, my mistake.

OK, well, thanks anyway.

Cheerio.

I think we're both getting a bit too sentimental about the old days.

I don't.

No.

I want us to start again.

Have you had any offers for the cottage yet?

Mm, two.

Neither really serious.

Good.

Hey, I feel we're really talking again, darling.

Are we?

Yes.

Yes.

Huh?

You'll never know.

Sweet dreams Elaine

Elaine

Chief

What time is that late

I waited up after you called. What happened?

I waited too.

Why?

Because.

I'm not discussing anything now.

Your freedom, my freedom.

It's so easy.

It's crazy.

Absolutely no trouble at all.

We're in there now.

I reckon we'll be clear in half an hour.

The ambulance is on its way.

Hey!

Hold on. I'll get back to you. Red one out.

That was quick.

You've even beaten the ambulance. Come on.

You really are in right at the finish. Come on. Come on.

Nosy neighbor.

Old -fashioned.

Irish with it. God bless him. He just happened to call the local shop.

to say he'd spotted Prowler a couple of days ago and then again tonight.

And our lad just happened to fall over the poodle killer's car.

Eh?

We've got him! Come on, come on! The state he must have been in. He can't

known what he was doing half the time.

OK, Keith, straight ahead, through that door.

Just on your left.

OK, thanks, folks.

And there is Chummy.

Hey!

That's him!

That's the man. The one that was around.

The one I told you about.

Didn't I say that... Excuse me, sir.

This is one of my colleagues.

But that's the man, sir. A statement is what we need, sir. Take your time. Clear

your head. Would you see the gentleman through, please? That's the man, sir.

please, sir. It's the man.

Eyewitnesses.

Our man didn't miss, as we thought.

His leg's in a right state.

No sign of the gun.

No sneakers either, not a pair in the place.

Well, keep on looking.

He's a gun nut, all right.

He's got his own private pharmacy out there. Beat me, I could aim and shoot

ruddy thing that Stacey must have been in half the time.

Still, you'd know about that, wouldn't you?

Well?

Don't you think it's time you got started?

Keith?

Are you all right?

Come on.

I know he gave you a bad time, but he needs a doctor.

Keith!

Yeah, I think you better sit down.

I'll give you a hand.