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(Dog howls)

(Whimpers)

(Groans)

(Panting)

Ripped By mstoll

Whoa...

Hey, man, he had his hands up!

All right, George?

Can you hear us, George?

Call an ambulance.

(Panting)

(Screaming)

(Final scream)

(Dog barking)

Hello, hello, hello.

HUA222B.

- I bet he doesn't.
- Bet he does.

Look at him, man.
He looks shifty.

I've taken his number down.
White Ford Zephyr.

Tasty.

"Tasty"?

Since when did you become
an expert in taste?

Look at your hair.

(Makes comical sound)

Where'd you get that done,
Shields Fish Market?

- Shut up, man.
- Ow. (Mutters)

- Ssh.
- So sorry. I think he's heard.

Nah. Look at him, man.

He's just having a tab, isn't
he, before he goes home.

He's not a punter.
He's just a secret smoker.

10 bob?

Aye, all right.

(Dog barks)

There you are.

He's just going home
to the wife. Lives next door.

Ah, no. No, no, no, no.

You do know what "10 bob"
means in Cockney Rhyming Slang?

Yes. And the women charge
10 bob for one.

Right.

Well, a bet's a bet, Rachel.
(Laughs)

(John continues laughing)

Have you ever used a brothel?

Have I ever paid for sex?
You're joking? No, I haven't.

- No?
- No.

Just cos I read in Woman's Own

"One in three men
has bought sex."

Right, well,
I'm one of the other two.

And one in four women
has done it for money.

Well, all married women do it
for money sooner or later.

(Vehicle approaches)

RACHEL: Here we go.

(Dog barks)

Right, come on, then.

Excuse me.

Can I just have a quick word
there, please, sir?

Police.

There you are, Rachel.

You aware you were about to
enter a brothel there, sir?

- Is that illegal in Durham?
- No, it's not illegal.

Running one is. We're
doing our best to discourage it.

Prosecuting the girls
doesn't work.

So we've decided to publish
the name of the customers.

- Very commendable.
- In the paper.

Name and address, please, sir?

Back off, Sergeant.

Now.

Right. Come on.

Rachel.

(Laughs awkwardly)

Oi! Where's he from?

CID. Across the river.

Get in.

Well, what's his name?

Doesn't matter.

- Right, shall we go?
- (Starts engine)

So one rule for policemen
and one for everyone else?

No, no. It's just, he wasn't
breaking the law, Rachel.

- Drop it.
- He should go in the paper.

An officer
shouldn't be using prostitutes.

Will you shut your face,
Rachel, please?

I'll make my own way home.

John. Don't take risks. Please.

Always ring first,
even if I'm expecting you.

All right. I promise.

The kids are at my mam's.

We don't have to be quiet.

And we've got... all night.

Gemma...

Ssh.
Let's not waste time talking.

Gemma, listen.
I just met your husband.

How?

It was just a freak thing,
you know.

Our paths just crossed at work.
It'll never happen again.

Make sure it doesn't.

Morning.

There was actually
a good reason, Rachel.

Which was?

I can't tell you.

Out there, sarge.

What's she selling,
lucky heather? Clothes pegs?

I don't think
that's all she's selling.

She says she's been raped.

You're joking?

- Where's Gently?
- I haven't seen him.

Well, that's a shame.

She could have wasted his time
instead of mine.

Give me five minutes
to get a cup of tea.

All right.

(Vehicle engine and siren)

Excuse me?

Excuse me!

Mr Gently, where on earth
do you think you're going?

To work.

(Door opens)

Right, Tina.

I'm all ears. Who's been
raping you, then, pet?

There were three of them.

Where are we?

In The Dun Cow.

It's a pub in Peterlee.

RACHEL:
Yeah, sorry. Yeah, we know.

Right. So there's four of you
sitting in The Dun Cow.

Oh, no. We weren't
sitting together, like.

I was on my own.

Drinking on your own?

Not against the law, is it?

No, no.
It's not against the law.

So, this was yesterday, was it?

No, Tuesday afternoon,
week before last.

Week before last? And you've
come in now crying "rape"?

I am going to stop you
right there.

Cos if you are wasting my time,

I am going to be very,
very upset with you.

Do you understand?

Aye.

So why's it taken you
over a fortnight?

Well, I wasn't going to
come in at all,

and then I was talking
with some friends

and I think
they shouldn't get away with it.

- Who?
- Men.

Right, I see, I see.

So, this is some
women's lib point

- about "men" in general, is it?
- No.

Just the three what's raped us.

So you want to carry on, do you?

Aye. Cos I don't think
they should get away with it.

These lads were all young,
and they were drunk,

and they were violent.

They're going to go
and do it to some other lass.

And they want stopping.

Right.

If that's what you want,
we'll carry on.

Descriptions?

Done?

Happy?

Your friend Tommy
who came in with you

said you seemed to
completely miss the punch

and that's not something
that happens.

You do remember Tommy,
don't you?

Yes.

- And do you remember the punch?
- Yes.

So why did it lay you out?

I didn't see it.

Did you lose your vision,
Mr Gently?

I got some sweat in my eyes.

I was blinking it out
and he hit me.

I'll be having words with him,
I can tell you.

You mustn't box again

until we get to
the root of this problem.

There isn't a problem.

How many times
has this happened before?

It's been very nice to meet you,
Dr Benson.

And thank you for your concern,
but I'm fine.

Have you been suffering
from sudden bouts of fatigue?

I'm going to arrange
for some neurological tests.

It was definitely
the blond-haired one

that grabbed you in the carpark?

- Yes.
- Only, Tina, look,

you said 10 minutes ago
you weren't sure

because he grabbed you
from behind.

Yeah, that's right.
Ah, I don't know.

It was one of them, wasn't it?

Do you want a cup of tea, Tina?

Oh, yes, please.

Tina, why have you not mentioned
that you're on our files?

You're a prostitute.

Have you or have you not
literally been asking for it?

(Ripple of laughter)

Oh, here comes the waterworks.

Prostitution is not a crime.

Well, soliciting is.

Three times in five years.

Literally been asking for it.

And then charging money for it.

I didn't mention what I do

because it wasn't relevant
to what happened, was it?

I mean, these three lads,
they were not clients.

(Sniggers)

Sarge, there's too many men
in this room.

What is it you want? Shall we
get Pan's People in here, huh?

(Ripple of laughter)

How about that cup of tea?

Go on,
I think we'll all have one.

- Where's my sergeant?
- Number one, sir.

And you've done it before,
haven't you, Tina, pet?

- Accused men of rape.
- (Door opens)

You did it two years ago.

That was a client.

How can it be rape
if you're getting paid for it?

Guv.

This is Mrs Tina Hall.

She's 45 years old
or so she says.

She lives in Peterlee.
She's a known prostitute, sir.

She's got convictions here
for soliciting

and disturbing the peace

and she's here to make her
second accusation of rape

in two years.
The last one was withdrawn.

Now, she's saying that this time
there was three blokes,

young lads
in a multi-storey car park.

She doesn't know
any of their names.

One was blond and one
had a pair of glasses on.

Ah, withdraw it, Tina.
Come on, withdraw it,

and I won't charge you
with wasting police time.

Hang on, has Mrs Hall
been given an examination?

- It was three weeks ago, guv.
- Oh.

Any witnesses, Tina?

No.

What's the bloody point, eh?

- Youse are all bastards.
- (Sniggers)

- Temper, temper, Tina.
- Oi! That's enough.

There's nowt funny about
being held down and raped.

Get a different job, then, love.

Hey. What do you say to a woman
with two black eyes?

BOTH: "You had your warning!"

(Both laugh)

May I?

You didn't like what you saw.

Sir, I don't know whether she
was telling the truth or not,

but they wouldn't have
believed her anyway.

It's like a club.

- What is?
- Men.

The way they all stick together.

Come on, Rachel, we're all
in favour of equality.

You're not, though, "all".

"All".

You're not "all" in favour.

I'm not saying that you're not,
sir.

I'll have a word with John

if that will help
smooth things over?

Aye. Ask him about last night
while you're on.

All right, out with it.

That's not a request,
by the way.

We cautioned about a dozen men
outside this brothel.

Every one had their name
and address taken except one.

A DI from across the river.

No, Rachel, whatever else
John is, he's not corrupt.

In fact, he would take
an almost perverse pleasure

- in nicking a DI.
- Right, OK, well.

My mistake. I do apologise.

I'm just saying:
There will be a reason.

Aye, there was!

I'd better get back, sir.

What was his name?

Well, Sergeant Bacchus
wouldn't say.

But I looked him up
through his number plate.

His name's Walter Nunn.

Inspector Walter Nunn.

Sir.

Where's my sergeant?

Have you noticed how often
I've had to say that recently?

No, sir.
Do you want us to keep count?

No, I want you to tell me
where he is.

Sorry, sir. He went home early.

Why?

- Didn't say.
- Yeah, all right.

What are we going to do, Gem?

We're going to be practical,
John.

Kids need a mum and a dad.

He loves them.

He loves me in his way.

You don't love him, though,
do you?

He's an arse, Gemma.

He wouldn't be callous enough to
do what I'm doing, I know that.

You sure about that?

Positive.

Can we not talk
about my husband, John, please?

(Clears her throat)

What are you doing here?

Somebody threw a sickie, so...

I've got the next two days off,
so I don't mind doing a night.

Nobody waiting at home?

You do a lot of things right,
Rachel.

Thank you, Mr Gently.

What are you doing here
this time of night?

Couldn't sleep.

There's something you can help
me with as a matter of fact.

- Put that down.
- Right.

Sit down.

(Chuckles)

I'd finish it off myself,

but I'm not a hundred
at the moment, so...

- What's the matter with you?
- No, it's just a bug.

I've been looking at the way

this force investigates
rape complaints.

Sir, this force doesn't
investigate rape complaints.

- It just doesn't.
- I don't want your opinion.

I want you to go through
these files systematically

and bring me facts.

This many complaints,

that many prosecutions,

how many were withdrawn

- and why.
- Sir.

And bring me the names of
the investigating officers.

The name Walter Nunn has cropped
up half a dozen times already.

And you bring these facts to me.
Right? Nobody else. Just me.

Yes, sir.

Right.

Now I am going home.

See you Monday.

Good night.

(Phone rings)

Or maybe I'm not going home.

(Chuckles)

Gently.

Yeah, absolutely.

- Morning, guv.
- Morning.

That way.

Have you had a look?

Aye. A quick one.

She's young.
She's been there a while.

She's lying face down.
She's been covered with leaves.

She's got nothing on her
to identify her.

- Who found her?
- Mrs Relph.

- What was she doing here?
- Walking her dog.

- Where is it?
- Ran away.

Right.

Look at this.

You see that?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Blood vessels in her eyes
have burst.

She's been strangled.

Yeah.

What's your name?

WPC Turner, sir.

- First name?
- Constance.

Have you seen
a murder victim before?

Never seen a dead body, sir.

You're doing extremely well,
Constance.

There's a road that runs down
to the river, right?

Now the weather was dry, so
there's no tyre marks anywhere.

So I want 10
doing fingertip searches

looking for clothing, jewellery,
that kind of thing.

Residential streets here,
here, and here.

Three teams of three,
on the knockers, please.

Rigor mortis has been and gone,

so we're probably looking to
ask for the night before last.

All right?

We currently have no missing
persons that fit the bill.

We have no idea
who this young woman is.

And we won't know
how she met her end

till they finish with her
downstairs.

Assume nothing.

Right, on you go.

Why's she working in here?

She's working for me.

- Working what?
- Who's Walter Nunn?

He's an Inspector
at Tynemouth nick.

With a free pass
to visit brothels.

You don't need a pass,
do you, guv? It's not illegal.

Oh, really?

So why are we bearing down
so hard on the customers, then?

Unless you've
a warrant card in your pocket.

Maybe he was on
official business.

- Was he or wasn't he?
- I didn't ask.

- They're ready for you, sir.
- Thank you.

Thanks, Rachel.

- What is this work?
- Haven't got all day, John.

You were right. Strangulation.

Sometime late,
the night before last.

I'd say between 10pm and 2am.

She was strangled from behind,
from the marks on her throat.

And that fits
with the sexual activity.

You're calling it "sexual
activity", not "rape"?

All depends on
the level of force used

and I haven't had time
to assess that yet.

Sometimes there's
no real sign of it.

If I were being raped,
I'd let him get on with it

rather than fight back
and risk being hurt.

That wouldn't be rape, then,
would it?

Legally?

What?

No, I'm just... I'm saying
"What's the definition"?

When a woman says "No"
but it happens anyway...

Sometimes they change their
minds, though, don't they?

Then they're not saying "No",
are they?

How old is she?

I know she looks young,
but I'd put her mid-20s.

Any distinguishing marks,
anything anywhere?

She had her appendix out
about 10 years ago.

All right. Well, that narrows it
down to about five million.

How long are dental records
taking these days?

Oh, needle in a haystack.

Weeks, months.

Thank you.

So I've gone back
nearly five years,

looking right across
the constabulary.

It's patchy
from division to division.

But the overall figures are...

102 complaints of rape,

resulting in 27 charges
being made.

17 of those were dropped
before they even got to court,

cos the victim decided not to go
through with giving evidence.

So 10 went to court,
resulting in eight convictions.

And two of those convictions

ended in
non-custodial sentences.

Are you telling me
that in five years

only six men
went to prison for rape?

Mm-hm. They got between
nine months and 14 years.

Out of 102 complaints.

How did I not know about this?

Do you want me to answer that,
sir?

Because you never asked.

And Walter Nunn?

Um, 21 investigations made.

No charge brought. Ever.

Every woman that ever talks
to Walter Nunn

eventually signs a statement
withdrawing her allegation.

Do you think Tina Hall was
telling the truth, Rachel?

I do now, yeah.

I think a lot of these women
were telling the truth actually.

I mean, why would you bother?

It's a pretty horrible thing
to come and talk about.

What do we know
about Walter Nunn?

Is he married,
is he a single man?

I can find out for you, sir.

Right. Don't ask questions
in this building

or in any other nick
for that matter.

He'd be onto us in 10 minutes.

Yes, sir.

JOHN: I think my guvnor's
onto us, you know.

Not us.

Me.

He doesn't know who it is,
but he knows it's someone.

He's your boss,
not your dad, John.

You'd never tell him, would you?

- I don't want anybody knowing.
- No, of course I wouldn't.

I'll have to buy some mints
on the way home.

Walter would kill me if he finds
out I started smoking again.

What would he do
if he found out about this?

Kill us both probably.

Why do you say that?

Cos he's said so many's a time.

Me and the man first.
Then the kids. Then himself.

Why did you marry this bloke?

Cos he made us laugh.

(Laughs)

Do you still have sex with him?

Yes.

Just not very often.

And when we do, I close my eyes
and pretend it's you.

I love you, Gemma.

It's never happened to me
before.

Was there a particular reason
you've invited me here, John?

Young girl, mid-20s,
goes missing, about a week ago,

nobody reports it.
What does that tell you?

- What does that tell me?
- What does that tell you?

No friends, no family.

Possibly.

No job, possibly.

Or?

Or the dead girl
wasn't from round here.

- Right.
- Is that it?

If she wasn't
from round here, guv,

therefore she must be?

- Visiting?
- Visiting.

But nobody's reported her
not arriving either.

- Passing through, then?
- Right.

The train station is three miles
that way, right?

The coach station,
on the other hand,

is just over there:
T'other side of this bridge.

So?

So why does she
get off the coach?

Why are you assuming
coach instead of train,

- just because it's closer?
- Right.

- Why did she get off either?
- I don't know, John.

This is your theory, not mine.

What do trains have
that coaches don't?

- This had better be good.
- Netties, guv!

- What?
- Netties, the toilets.

If you're passing through
on a train,

you don't need to get off
for a wee.

If you're passing through on
a coach, you've no choice.

You have to get off. In the
clothes you're standing up in.

Right?

And if you don't make it
back for whatever reason,

it leaves without you, taking
all of your belongings with it.

Yeah, well.

It's worth asking the question,
isn't it?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Well done, John.

Thanks.

Are you going to tell me or not?

What?

Why you leave work early,

or why you're so shifty,

why you're yawning
in the morning.

Why am I yawning?
Why are you always yawning?

Like a bloody zombie
half the time.

Tell me you're in love, John.

Go on, tell me you're in love.

I'll be happy for you.

Tell me she's tiring you out.

And that's why you're yawning.
I'll believe that.

Tell me she can only meet
in the afternoons

and that's why you're
never at work.

But please, please don't tell me

that you can
only meet her in the afternoons

because she's a married woman!

I knew it.

Where is all this rubbish
coming from?

How many times do you think
I've watched this happen?

Eh? In 30 years in the force,

how many young men do you think
I've watched having affairs?

- Eh? Go on, have a guess!
- 148.

Scores of them, John.
Detectives.

Couldn't keep their zips up.

You're completely wrong
about this.

Yeah? Oh, well.

That's fine, then.

Right, Rachel.
Got a nice little job for you.

- Go to the coach station...
- Rachel's working for me, John.

Taylor, I need the number
for the coach station, please.

Did you find out anything?

No, I'm not going on
my sodding holidays!

Just get me the number,
will you?

Walter Nunn:
Married, wife's name's Gemma.

Two kids.

Why are we still
talking about him?

Instead of phoning
the coach station,

why don't you go down there

and ask if a young girl got off
the bus last Thursday night

and didn't get back on it again?

All right, I'll go and ask.

John and Walter Nunn:
Could they be mates?

Definitely not.
He didn't know him from Adam.

It was only when he saw
his warrant card

that his attitude to him
changed.

When he saw his warrant card
or the name on it?

Sir?

(Groans)

Married with two kids, you said?

Yeah.

Four and three.

Want us to find out
more about Walter Nunn,

like who his friends are or?

No. Find Tina Hall for me.

Ask her if she'd very kindly
come back and talk to me again.

And in case she's worried, tell
her she's not in any trouble.

And nobody will be laughing
this time.

Leave Walter Nunn to me.

Write down his home address,
will you?

(Sighs)

MAN: The Durham bus is leaving
now, ladies and gents.

It's leaving now.

Hurry along there.

Oi. Other side, please.

I just need to have a quick...

This is my side,
that's your side.

I just want to check
the timetable, pal. All right?

Use the one in the waiting room.

This one's mine.

Ah. No, you don't touch.

This one's mine.

All right?

Good.

Is this office manned at nights?

Till 11 o'clock.

By who?

Me usually.

- Thursday nights?
- Every night.

Except Sundays.

Why not Sundays?

- Cos there's no buses...
- On Sunday. Right, yes.

Last Thursday, were you here?

I just told you.

Right. So three busses

get in between 10
and half past two, right?

The Edinburgh-London.

The London-Edinburgh.
Edinburgh-Manchester.

Hey, good reader.

Is this appropriate, this here?

Is it? Hm?

If you like pictures
of nude women.

Ah, but the public, though.

Coming in here, seeing them.

A young lass, maybe.

Why would she come in here
when there's a waiting room?

- Who?
- This "young lass".

Well, to use your toilet,
maybes?

There's one out there.

Out of order.

So will your face be
in a minute, pal. So help me.

So, did you see a young lass
last Thursday night

get off one of your late buses?
Curly mousey hair?

Knocked on your door perhaps,
asked to use the toilet?

Come here.

I'm DCI Gently.

Does he know you're here?

No, and there's no reason
why he ever should.

Are we talking about your
husband or your boyfriend,

Mrs Nunn?

There's no need to
make me feel guilty.

I manage that myself.

Have they ever met?

John said their "paths crossed"
about a week ago.

Did he say how?

Hardly matters, does it?

No.

What does matter to me at least,
Mrs Nunn,

is my sergeant's career.

John could go a long way
in the police service.

But every now and again he makes
a serious error of judgement.

And you are the latest.

Look,

an officer gets caught with his
trousers down, that happens.

He can get away with that.

An officer gets caught
with his trousers down

with another officer's wife,

maybe break up a family...

Is your marriage so unhappy?

I don't think
that's your business.

I wasn't looking for this.

I've never done it before. I'll
certainly never do it again.

Love is where it falls,
Mr Gently.

Yeah, you can stand there
and disapprove.

What am I supposed to do?

What on earth do I do
with this riot in my heart?

You silence it, Gemma.

That's what you do.

And if you don't put
a stop to this, I will.

Understood?

Ah. Where have you been?

Who's he?

Name's Stuart MacMillan.

He's a boring little fart
look-at-my-uniform jobsworth

nobody tosspot
from the bus station.

Friend of yours, is he?

He saw her get off the bus, guv.

The Edinburgh-Manchester
at 10 o'clock.

Now, she can only have got
on at Berwick or Edinburgh.

We're checking with the local
nicks now for missing persons.

He says that he saw her
get off the bus,

he let her use the toilet,

and then he never saw her again.

He's a pervert.

You can smell it on him.

What is he doing?

I don't know.
He ordered the fruit

for some rare glucose deficiency
thing. I don't know.

Looks like a clown to me.

(Chuckles)

Has he confessed?

No, not yet.

Hey.

Was I right or was I right?

Sarge.

Edinburgh has
a Janice Ballard, aged 30.

She left home to go back to work
in Manchester.

Usually gets the coach. They're
sticking a photo in the post.

- We should get it tomorrow.
- Right.

Here's your clerk, sir.

It's his first day.

Behave yourself.

Sorry, sir.

Did you see that?

- No, sir.
- Good lad.

Well, she seemed like
a nice lass at first.

Just comes in, you know,

and asks us
if she can use the toilet.

Cos the one next to
the waiting room's out of order.

Then she says,
"Can I have a cup of tea?"

So I says, "Yeah,
I'll make you a cup of tea."

So we have a cup of tea.

Then she starts.

Starts what?

Batting her eyelids at us,
and making suggestions.

She was asking for it.

Where are you at this point?

I'm still in the office.

I've locked the door, like.

The coach has already left,
has it?

No, it stops for half an hour,

so's the driver
can get his dinner.

And where does that happen?

He sits on the bus.

He's got a flask and some
cheese and pickle sandwiches.

No. It's ham and cheese
and pickle sandwiches.

Right. What happened next?

She comes over
and sits on my lap

and starts sort of... squirming,

you know, like a stripper.

Yeah,
like a dirty bloody stripper.

Gyrating in my face.

Did you lose control?

I lost control.

- And then did you find?
- Tell us in your own words.

What happened next exactly?

I cannot exactly remember.

I pushed her on the floor
and had my way with her.

And then I killed her.
I killed her.

How?

How did you kill her, Stuart?

With my bare hands.

What did you do with the body?

I cannot remember.

Where did you put her, Stuart?

I put her in the river.

In the river?

No, beside it.

What did you do
with the clothes?

I set fire to them.

God forgive us.

God forgive us what I've done.
My picture will be in the paper!

And my mum
will be ashamed of us!

I don't think
he's the full shilling, John.

We'd better get him fitted by
the police surgeon. To be safe.

Ah, no, we're going to be
here till Christmas, man.

Right, yes, he's a clown,
but he's not crackers.

You led him too much.

- What? Me?
- Yes.

No, no, no, no. I never
mentioned rape or the river.

But you asked him
what he'd done with her clothes,

which meant she was naked.

After he said
that he'd raped her.

Look, right,
if we give him to the surgeon

and he says that he's mental...

Yeah, OK, let's wait for the
photo till you charge him,

all right?

- Fine.
- OK.

DOCTOR: Has anybody
warned you about this?

A lumbar puncture
is a very painful procedure.

So I understand.

Look, I wouldn't subject you
to it

if there was any other way
to test my diagnosis.

Have you had
any more loss of vision?

No.

Any clumsiness,
dropping cutlery?

No.

You'll need tomorrow off work.

Nasty weather, isn't it?

(Rings)

Hello?

Gemma, it's me. What's going on?

I can't see you any more, John.

Don't call me again. I'm sorry.

I'll write to you.

I'm sorry.

(Child cries)

You messing around with my life,
Bacchus?

- With your wife?
- Life!

My life.

What do you mean?

Why have you got that bint
constable sniffing round?

Who am I married to?
How many kids have I got?

I didn't. I didn't. I promise.

I'm warning you, Bacchus.

One word gets out to anybody
about where I was that night

and I'll rip your ugly head off
and shove it up your arse!

All right.

- Clear?
- Yeah. Clear.

You want to get a dead lock
put on this door.

The needle leaves
a small hole in the spine.

Until that heals,
fluid will leak internally.

This can take a week.

You'll get severe headaches.

That's normal.

The results should be
back quite quickly.

Perhaps they'll prove me wrong.

Thank you. Good night.

Good morning, John.

Not for me it's not.

Walter Nunn
paid me a visit last night.

Oh. Did he?

Why was that, do you think?

- I think you know why.
- Do I?

He thinks it's me that's been
doing background checks on him.

Thanks.

He threatened to
rip my head off.

Background checks, eh?

Photo from Edinburgh came.

Janice Ballard.

You convinced now?

What more do you want, guv?

We don't throw murder charges
around like confetti,

not as long as I'm in charge.

I want to talk to him again.

Yeah, well, you're in charge.

Question: Why are you and Rachel
investigating Walter Nunn

and why was I kept out of it?

Because I thought you
might be compromised.

- How?
- You can't think of any reason?

Like what?

Well, I thought you might have

let him off the hook
because you were mates.

But obviously you're not mates,
are you?

No, we're not mates.

Well, you still haven't said
why you're after him.

He was the investigating officer
in 21 complaints of rape

in the last five years

and he never brought
one charge to court.

Not one.

That bothers you, does it?

Doesn't it bother you, John?

Yeah.

I want to have a look at

the way we investigate rape
complaints in this force.

And I'll be asking permission
to question Walter Nunn.

Just so you know.

I'll bring MacMillan up.

(Door opens)

Good morning, Stuart.

I'm going to ask you
a simple question.

And if you mess me about
in the slightest way,

I'm going to
knock your block off.

You understand?

Good.

Now, we are investigating
a second murder.

Another young woman.

No, no, no...

I know you people
and your tricks.

You've got somebody
for one thing,

then you put the blame on them
for other things.

It makes youse look good.

What, you think...

You think the police tell lies,
Stuart?

I know youse do.

But I'm not falling for it.

And I'm going to tell the judge
about your police brutality.

Well, I can see I've met
my match in you, Stuart.

So, no more funny business,
I promise.

If you wouldn't mind just taking
a look at this photograph...

...and tell me if you've
ever seen her before?

If the answer's "No"...
(Whistles)

...that's the end of it.

I've never seen her before
in my life.

- Never?
- Never.

This is the young woman
that you told us yesterday

that you'd raped and murdered.

You made that up, didn't you?

Tidy this mess up, will you...

...Sergeant?

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

You made me look like
a right monkey back there!

You made yourself
look like a right monkey.

You've compromised...
Stay out of here!

You compromised yourself with
this woman. You're not thinking.

What are you talking about?
What woman?

For God's sake, John, really.

You know?

Well, yes, of course I know.

How do you know?

Because I make it
my business to know.

You've been to see her,
haven't you? Haven't you?

- You've been to see her.
- Stay away from her, John.

Whichever way you look at this,
she's poison.

You try and see her again
and I'll have you suspended.

Don't you dare, sir!

Don't!
Don't you dare ruin this for me!

Guv, please.

This is my one chance
of being happy.

I'm asking you as a friend,
don't.

I wanted to be a policewoman
when I was a little lass.

Anything in uniform, actually.

Bloody ironic
considering how many times

I've been asked to dress up
as a nurse.

Men, they're really weird,
you know.

They're like bairns that grow
older but they never grow up.

How often are they violent?

Not that often.

Just, you know, sometimes
you've got to let them do a bit.

You know, hold your throat,
pull your hair, slap you a bit,

call you names.

Seems to keep most of them
happy enough.

Some of them don't
want anything, you know.

They don't even want sex.

They just want to talk,
be near a woman.

Like, the loneliness of men...

They reek of it.

Ah, you got your killer, I hear?

Nope.

Wrong man.

Not right in the head.

Apparently he's confessed
to murder before.

Four times in fact.

Well, you asked me
to be definitive. I now can be.

It was rape, all right. Whoever
did this used a lot of force.

She was quite badly hurt inside.

I think we can assume
she said "No."

Right. Thanks you, Mrs Dixon.

Ms.

- Sorry?
- Ms. M-S.

A lot of people prefer it
to Miss or Mrs now.

What people?

People like me, Sergeant.

Right.

Thank you, Ms Dixon.

Um, sorry, before we start...

I was out of order last time
and I'd like to apologise.

What do youse want, anyway?

We'd like to take
a further statement from you

concerning what
those three men did.

Rachel will take the statement.

No male officers
will be present.

But before that,
I'd like to ask you

about the previous time when
you made a similar allegation

but you withdrew it.

Now, why was that?

Did you feel
under pressure to drop charges?

Well, yeah, you know,

when you come in to complain
about getting raped by a client

and you find yourself talking
to one of your regulars...

Are we talking about
Inspector Nunn, Tina?

That's a serious allegation,
that.

Huh?
You said I wasn't in trouble.

No, no. No, no.

I'm guaranteeing that.

So, was Inspector Nunn
one of your regular clients?

Still is.

What was his attitude
to your complaint?

"You were asking for it."

Because of what you do
for a living?

No, cos I'm a woman.

This client who raped you...

Could he have been known
to Walter Nunn?

Didn't talk as if he knew him.

He didn't seem that interested
in him, actually.

Well, as I recall
from your statement,

that rape was pretty violent.

And even that didn't make
Walter Nunn take you seriously?

Well, neither did he
the second time.

No. I didn't believe you.

I should of. I'm sorry.

And it was the same
with Walter Nunn, was it?

He just didn't believe you
about the violence?

Is Walter Nunn himself violent,
Tina?

Yeah.

Tina, did Walter Nunn ever put
his hands round your throat?

Always.

How'd you like that
to be part of your job?

Can I just ask?

Tina, when he was doing this,

putting his hands
around your throat,

were you face up

or face down?

Face down.

Look at the facts.
We saw Nunn here

around the time
Janice Ballard was murdered.

I mean, it's no distance

and he likes to
choke women from behind.

Rachel,
do you hear what you're saying?

We've a serving police officer
who's a rapist and murderer?

I'm not saying anything.

I'm just following the evidence,
like we're supposed to do.

He did come into your home
and threaten you, John.

- What?
- He didn't want his name

dragged through the mud
for visiting a brothel.

- You tried to protect him.
- Rachel, enough, will you?

Why? What is the big deal
about this bloke?

Enough, both of you.

Now, I'm going to
request permission

to question Walter Nunn
under caution.

And the first thing
he's going to want to ask is,

did we question everybody
that you spoke to on that night

or are we victimising him?

Now, Rachel, you've got all the
names and addresses, off you go.

Ask them all for alibis.

Let's go and get some fresh air.

When I ask Walter Nunn,

"Do you have an alibi
for that Thursday night?"

Is he going to say, "Ask my
wife, cos I was with her"?

Cos if he does, John, I'm
going to have to question her

and she's going to
have to know why.

Well, if he does, guv,
he's lying.

Now, how do you know that?

Because she was with you.

Where exactly?

Her place.

In his bed?

- Where did she think he was?
- "Working".

- She trusts him?
- Mm-hm.

- And he trusts her, presumably.
- Yep.

I thought you were
better than this, John.

Well, I'm not.

So what do you want me to do
now, then, guv?

Go and help Rachel.

Right.

Are you going to tell me
what's wrong with you, guv?

I'm going home.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Checked this one's alibi.

It sounds pretty solid.

Right.

Well, that's all of them.

- All pretty credible.
- Good.

- I'm off.
- Well, there is this bloke...

- Huh?
- Shall we check him out?

We know where he lives.

The secret smoker bloke.
White Ford Zephyr?

Oh, the one that
nearly cost you 10 bob.

We saw him go into his house,
didn't we, so he's not a punter.

We're doing punters, Rachel,
just punters,

or are you saying that
"All men are rapists" as well?

- As well as who?
- Do you mind

if I don't waste any more
of my time?

- I don't mind what you do.
- Good.

But I think I'll stay here,
find out this bloke's name

and check his alibi like
Mr Gently asked us to do.

You really don't have a home
to go to, do you?

Actually, I do.
And I'm going to go there

just as soon
as I've finished my work.

Very good. I'm going to mine.

Right. Fine. Night-night.

Sir.

(Sighs)

WOMAN: Hello?
- Hello.

Oh, thank God you're a woman,
pet!

Don't get us started.

Can you just check a vehicle
for us, please?

Yeah, just the owner's name.

White Ford Zephyr, Bravo
222 Hotel Uniform Alpha.

Yeah. Can you give us
the address as well?

I know the street, I just don't
know what number it is.

Can you give us that again?

Hello, there.

Oh, lovely,

now the street will think
I'm running a knocking shop!

I'll be quick. Do you have
a Mr Alan Salt living here

or staying here?
He owns a white Ford Zephyr.

Try next door, love. Place is
full of men and whores an' all.

Not one pair of knickers
between them.

His car's registered in Leeds
but it pulled up here a few...

- This isn't Leeds, is it?
- If you could bear with us.

- This is quite important.
- Not to me, pet.

Excuse me!

Do you mind
answering my question

or do you want us
to take you in?

What was the question?

I'm trying to find
a Mr Alan Salt

who I saw walking down this path
two Thursday nights ago.

I live alone
with my invalid mother

who I've left in the bath.

There's no man called Salt
or anything else in this house.

Maybe somebody's leading
you up the garden path, dear.

(Knock at door)

- Who is it?
- It's me, let me in.

You all right?

Walter's says he's going to be
questioned about a murder.

He says it's trumped up
against him.

Why, John?

Gem, I...

What, I dump you,
so you frame Walter?

No. No, no, no. No.

I thought you were
better than that.

It wasn't me, Gem. It wasn't.

Oh, God. Will you stop
hiding behind your boss?

You're just a snivelling
little coward!

You're not half the man
Walter is!

- Gemma, please.
- Never come near me again

in your pathetic little life!

(Classical music plays)

(Phone rings)

So this bloke you think
is called Alan Salt

saw you, you think,

stopped walking towards
the brothel, smoked a cigarette

and then pretended to

walk into the house
next to the knocking shop?

You think.

How come he saw you?

That was my fault, sir.

I made a sudden movement.

What sort of sudden movement?

Well, I...

I punched Sergeant Bacchus.

Playfully.

Brilliant work there, Rachel.

So you haven't tracked down
a bloke

who didn't visit a brothel.

CID could use men like you.

I have an Alan Salt
already on file.

Six years ago we did him
for assaulting a police officer.

He lived in Gateshead
in those days.

Are you saying
there's two blokes called?

Will you listen to us?

The policeman stopped him
to ask about an assault

on a prostitute that night

in Durham.

Ah.

Right.

Time to pay a visit
to the ladies of the night.

- Well done again, Rachel.
- Thank you.

What are you going to do

after you've nicked my job,
then, Rachel, hm?

Are you going to surgically
remove my balls?

No, you can keep those
for decorative purposes.

You might run out of
fluffy dice for your car window.

Well, I don't have
any fluffy dice, so...

You don't have any balls either!

Am I doing this on my own?

No, sir.

No, not you, love. You've got
Tina Hall coming in, remember?

And don't let her go
till I come back.

Never mind,

perhaps you can get together
and talk about "men".

"Ooh, bloody men!" Cuppa tea.
Get your knitting patterns out.

- John!
- "Men..."

Behave yourself
with these women.

Oh, I will. I will.

No, I feel quite sorry for them.

I mean, they don't do it
cos they want to, do they?

Sad cases, really.

(Doorbell rings)

"Alan Salt"?

We know him as Mr Smith.

Comes here every other Thursday.

Travels up from Yorkshire
to visit his mother

in an old people's home.

Usually rings ahead and books.

Not always, mind.

Always asks for
the same companion. Monica.

Is Monica here now?

She's not in any trouble.

I just want to talk to her
about this man.

Is this something to do
with the girl that was found?

Because your officers have
already knocked on my door.

Well, they knocked on
every door, Susan.

Well, Mr Smith's not your man.

- Why not?
- Because he's a sweetheart.

- He loves his mam.
- So did Hitler.

Oi.

Do all your customers
wear johnnies?

Yes. Of course they do.

- Why do you ask?
- Just wondering.

So, can we assume that Mr Smith
is booked in tonight?

Um, not with me.

But he sometimes makes
the arrangement, you know,

direct with Monica.

- Where can we find Monica?
- She'll still be at work.

Doing what?

She's a primary school teacher.

You what?

So best visit her at home, then?

No. No.

Husband's always there.
He's unemployed.

So best he never knows.

Is that why she has to do it?

Gets her out of the house.
That what Monica says.

Right.

What kind of sex does Monica
offer a man like Mr Smith?

Kinky.

- Violent?
- More "playful", I would say.

Ah, you've got a dungeon here?

In the basement.

Would you like to inspect it,
Inspector?

I'd be more than happy
to show you the ropes.

- Not today, thanks.
- (Chuckles)

Thank you.

Yeah, well,
do come again, Sergeant.

Next time you're off duty.

It needn't cost you a penny.

No thanks.

I don't pay for sex.

Well, you wouldn't be,
that's what I'm saying.

Well, that's a very kind offer,
but no thank you.

Oh, Susan,
does Walter use your dungeon?

- Walter?
- Walter Nunn.

I don't get to meet many Nunns
in my line, Inspector.

(Laughs)

JOHN: I'll get somebody
on the street tonight, guv.

If Mr Smith turns up,
we'll grab him.

- She knew we were coming.
- Oh, yeah.

Walter Nunn warned her.

Told her to deny any knowledge
he's a customer.

You do know that, don't you?

OK, go on.

Well, to hide the filthy sex
he's been having in there.

Unless there's more to it
and he's our murderer...

- Guv.
- Yes, I know.

You don't want to believe
that the woman you love

could have married
a rapist murderer?

Susan's going to be on the phone
to him right now.

We've given him a perfect cover
story for visiting a brothel.

I visited the brothel

as part of my inquiries
into a man called Alan Salt.

Well, snap. Great minds.

What's your interest
in this man?

What's yours, sir?

He's a name in the investigation
of the rape and murder

of a young woman
called Janice Ballard.

But that murder
wasn't known about

when you were at the brothel.

So?

Fact is, there have been
slipshod errors

in the investigation of rapes
in this force.

Right?

I blame myself, in part.

So I decided to do
something about it.

A trawl through the files
threw up Alan Salt,

a man
regularly visiting the area,

known to frequent prostitutes.

A man with cautions
for kerb-crawling

and a conviction for assault.

That is a pack of lies,
Inspector.

Your investigation
wasn't "slipshod".

You turned a blind eye
to 21 potential rape cases

because deep down

you think all women
are asking for it, don't you?

I'm going to bring forward
evidence of that

and have you charged.

Well, good luck, sir.

Can I go now?

No.

Janice Ballard's murder
took place

less than a mile from
the brothel where you were.

So, how long did your...

..."inquiries" at the brothel
take, Inspector?

Half an hour?

Yeah, I left at about 11.30.

- To go?
- Home.

And before
you visited the brothel,

where were you then?

Putting the kids to bed.

- Was your wife there?
- Yes. Of course.

Before and after.

And she will corroborate this?

Yes.

You know,
I don't think I'd believe her.

Are you saying my wife
would tell lies?

You don't know my wife,
Inspector.

Hm.

Bring her in, would you?

What?

Now, before she comes in,
why don't we just clear this up

and you admit that for years
you've used prostitutes

to satisfy
your violent sexual needs

and that that is where you were

between the hours of 10pm
and 2am

on the night that Janice
was murdered?

Gently, Gently.

Why are you doing this?

It's my career. My marriage.

If you don't provide me

with a convincing alibi
for those hours,

I will arrest you on suspicion
of the murder of Janice Ballard.

My wife is my alibi.

Bring her in. She'll tell you.

I was with Gemma all night.

You seem very confident of her.

We love one another.

And neither of us tells lies.

(Door opens)

Tina,

did Inspector Nunn persuade you

to drop a rape complaint
that you made two years ago?

Aye.
He didn't give us much choice.

Rubbish. There was no evidence
against the man.

But... this wasn't the first time

that you've met
Inspector Nunn...

Lies.

No. He was a regular customer
of mine.

In fact, he had been
since he was a single man.

Thank you, Tina.

You're going to take the word
of a poxy tart?

Guv. Guv. Hey, hey, hey.

Stop it. Guv.

Stop it.

Did you see that, Constable?

No, sir.

Am I going to bring
your wife in, or what?

I spent all night
at the brothel.

Any witnesses?

Three of them.

Busy boy.

Names?

They're made up.

What did you call them?

I called one Iris.

One Colleen.

And there's one
who calls herself Monica.

Go home, Inspector.

You will be hearing
from me again.

So, wasn't him that's done
in that little Scots lass, then?

He's a toe-rag
but he's not a murderer.

I just needed to be sure of that
before I do what I do next.

Sit down.

Tina, when you were raped
two years ago,

it was a Thursday night,
wasn't it?

Aye.

Was this the man who raped you
that night?

"Call me Mr Smith," he said.

Yeah.

We've let you down. I'm sorry.

And a few other women too,
I'm afraid.

I have reason to believe that he
raped and murdered a young woman

two weeks ago.

And on top of that,

I believe that he's
going back again tonight.

Now I know that you have
absolutely no reason

to help the police

but we really need to
catch this man.

You OK, Tina?

Normal night for me.

Except for you lot
scaring off the trade.

Thank you.

Always happy to help
a policeman.

All right, back to work, Tina.

RACHEL: Eerie.

D�j� vu.

What's the French for "a
complete waste of bloody time"?

He's not going to do
the same again, is he?

No.

If Tina's right, he's already
done the same again.

Nah, the bloke's not a killer.

She'd be dead, wouldn't she?

Loads of blokes
call themselves "Mr Smith".

(Trickling)

Where's Tina?

This is Gently. We've lost Tina.

Look out for a white Zephyr.

Roger that, sir.

Oh, God, what have I done?

There was no need to hit us,
man.

I was only making conversation
with you.

You're wasting my time.

Think I'm interested in what
comes out of your mouth?

Where are we going?

Somewhere quiet.

Have I had you before?

No.

What's your name?

You can call me Mr Smith.

- Come in...
- Go ahead.

- Suspect seen...
- Roger that.

It wasn't your fault, guv.

He's been seen
heading towards the riverside.

Right, Rachel, you go with him.

GEORGE: All units hold back.

Sir...

We've found the car. It's empty.

(Woman squeals)

Police!

Put the knife down, Alan.

Alan, put the knife down!

Tina.

Tina, you stay still.

Alan, listen to me.

Put the knife down.

That's it,
just give me the knife.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

(Groans)

Tina? Are you all right?

Just don't leave us here
in the dark.

I won't. It's all right.

Oi.

JOHN: Sir, are you there?

I've got Tina.

Sir, are you there?

Yes, John. I can hear you.

We've got him.

How's Tina?

Hello, Mr Gently. I'm fine.

I'll live.

How about you?

It's good to hear your voice,
Tina.

Yeah, I'll live.

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