All language subtitles for Wilt.1989.720p.BluRay.x264-SPOOKS-HI

(melodic upbeat music)

(background chattering)

[Students] Stuff your loans!

Stuff your loans!

Ha!

That's alright, I quite understand.

(mellow melodic music)

[All] Ha!

Ha!

Ah!

Ah!

Ha!

[All] Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

The body is a tree.

The lower half is the
trunk, solid and grounded,

while the upper half must
be supple like leaves,

that rustle in the wind.

I got turned down for
promotion again this morning.

- Bye, Fran!
- Bye, Eva.

See you Friday!

What?

Nothing, apparently
the college lacks cash

and I lack drive.

Course you do, Henry.

Kura-San says it's like a river

of cleansing self-revelation.

Who in the hell's Kura-San?

My instructor.

That's Norman Hewitt,
the manager of Multivision.

[Stallholder] Is this the one?

No, no, no, it's an
unleavened wholemeal bread

a bit like paratha.

What's wonderful is you're seeking oneness

with everything around you.

Are you?

I thought that was
Transcendental Meditation?

No, TM's quite different.

Yes, TM's on Tuesdays, isn't it?

- Here you are, dear.
- Thanks.

I do wish you'd loosen up a bit, Henry,

the trouble with you is
you're always reading

or talking about books,

you don't know what the real world's like.

It's always been your trouble,

you never try and expand yourself
spiritually or physically,

you never want to take
the lead at anything,

you're one of life's born
followers, you always will be.

No wonder you're out of condition,

you have no appetite for life,

all you ever do is walk the dog.

(heavy breathing)

You don't have the
slightest desire to grow,

to lift yourself out of the rut.

(light suspenseful music)

Don't I?

I could fulfil my latent promise

only if some fortuitous
disaster overtakes my wife.

Henry, have you been drinking?

I too have discovered the
dormant power in my puny body.

These hands can kill.

Henry, you're making a fool of yourself.

(low growling)

Come at me.

If I do, I'll snap your spine in half,

now let's go home.

Come at me.

(martial arts style shrieking)

Argh!

(screaming)

(tap dripping)

[Eva] It's a brand new
restaurant, Vietnamese cuisine.

It's supposed to be wonderful.

Are you out of the bath yet, darling?

Yes, darling.

I told Sally and Hugh 1:30.

Hm-mm.

Sally and Hugh.

I suppose they're both
black belts in karate.

[Eva] No, no, no, you
sat behind Janice Allsop

and she sat behind Ingrid Lambourne.

Oh, that's right and Susan
Murchison sat behind me

in front of Alison Windle.

[Eva] No, no, no,

Alison Windle sat two desks in front of me

behind Janice Allsop.

In front of Ingrid Lambourne.

- Right.
- Oh!

Janice Allsop, she was incredible.

Well, she must have been

sitting three desks behind herself

and two in front all at the same time.

That can't be right, can it?

I know what it was.

I think we've about covered

school reminiscences now, haven't we?

I loathed every minute of it myself

and what's really depressing, you know

is that's all some people's
entire lives consist of,

I mean, they go to
school, go on to college,

get a degree and then
go back to school again

to regurgitate it all to someone else,

I mean, can you imagine
what a mind numbingly

stagnating experience that must be.

Hm.

Yes, it must be, mustn't it?

Has anyone tried the muck noi thit?

It's squid, it's rather delicious.

More wine?

No, thank you.

I think you're going to be
driving us home today, darling.

Hm, so what are you
driving at the moment, Henry?

- What me?
- Does anybody here

own a Y registration Vauxhall Cavalier?

Oh, Henry, for goodness sake!

Look what you're doing.

Leave it.

(light melodic music)

[Henry] Come on, Dasher, come on.

(dog barking)

No, if I may just say on
behalf of me and my wife

how very grateful we are for
being given the opportunity

to experience this Vietnamese banquet.

No, honestly, I can see now
why the French left Indo-China.

I mean, Sally.

Hugh, you must come and see the extension

to my status symbol
sometime, you'd love it.

Why does she do it, why does
she hone in on these people

like a dung beetle into a sewer?

She goes off to a flower arranging class,

she comes back talking
of clitoral stimulation.

(moaning sexually)

Evening.

[Boffin] If I just slide
it gently in like this.

(police radio broadcasting quietly)

Ow, careful, you're pinching!

(electronic beeping)

Buries it there.

Now it's on.

Now try and keep it
pointed roughly at him,

then we can pick him up nice and clear.

Germany calling, Germany calling.

Good morning, campers.

Right, Inspector.

Right.

(melodic haunting music)

- Watch it, sir.
- Oh, ta.

Can you smell something, Dave?

No, what is it?

The sweet scent of victory,

the biggest narcotics ring
this side of Bury St. Edmunds,

I'm just about to nail 'em to the wall.

What do you reckon?

Go on, make yourself scarce.
- Right you are, Inspector,

or should I say Chief
Inspector after tonight?

Come on, Dave, you can't really see me

sitting behind a desk, can you?

One of these days she'll
push me too far, Dasher,

something's got to give.

I think what I'll do then
is I think I'll murder her,

it's the only logical solution.

Something grisly would be good,

grisly but ingenious.

Hm.

I've always said it, a
successful market economy

depends upon the freedom of the individual

to inject whatever substance

he or she likes into their veins.

They supply the demand, we
merely supply the goods.

Drowning's a good idea,

amateur scuba diver in
canal death mystery,

no oxygen in her aqualung.

(recording of sexual moaning)

- Oh, yes.
- Oh!

- Oh, Nigel.
- Oh.

[Woman] Oh, do it to me.

Oh.

Well, that doesn't sound
like Inspector Flint.

What the hell's going on?

Well, it's been a
fascinating chat, Mr. Macari.

You can rest assured you've
said all the right things.

Alright, lads, switch off now,

he is hung, drawn and quartered.

If you'd like to hand over
those documents now please.

Double crossing, I'll show you!

(thudding blow)
- Uh, Christ!

(melodic suspenseful music)

[Macari] Help, help
me, I'm being mugged!

Help me, help, argh!

Get the thieving bastard off me!

Alright, hand it over, sunshine!

Oh, Christ, what the hell do I do now?

Hand it over, come on.

[Henry] Hang on down there, hang on!

You're finished, sunshine.

Argh!

(shopping trolley clattering)

Well, run for it now,
while the bastard's down!

[Macari] Thanks, mate.

(light melodic music)

Right, okay, you're coming
to the police with me, mate.

I am the fucking police,
you gormless erection.

Shit!

(groaning)

(inhaling deeply)

One, two.

When I was out with Dasher,

I got involved with a
police undercover operation,

I ended up nearly bashing a
detective inspector to death.

Sally's invited us to
Hugh's birthday on the 12th.

You should see the house they've bought,

it's got its own granary.

Hm.

You don't have to feel inferior

just because Sal's got money.

Yes well, I couldn't feel inferior

to a merchant banker, darling

for the same reason I
couldn't feel inferior

to a 30 watt light bulb, they're both dim

and they have no discernible function.

She's taking me shopping tomorrow

for some designer lingerie,

she said she absolutely swears by it.

Did you see this story
about the Swaffham Strangler?

Three women he's bumped off now

and they still haven't caught him.

(melodic haunting music)

She said she sees me in
pale lemon camiknickers,

it's certainly a thought.

Yes,

it certainly is.

(background chattering)

(machine whirring loudly)

♪ Dee dee di da di da di ♪

♪ Da da dee da da dee ♪

♪ Da da da da da da da da da da da da da ♪

(dog whimpering)
♪ Dee dee dee dee ♪

(humming)

(light suspenseful music)

John!

John!

I'm filling it as fast
as it can go, ain't I?

(humming)

Where does she keep the Marmite, Dasher?

Are you sure?

I tell you, there
was a woman down there.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Oh, I'm supposed to remind Eva,

that there's a Greenpeace meeting.

No.

No, she can't make it.

(birds twittering)

So what's wrong with the car then?

I did the wing in,

and I can't claim, because
the phone box wasn't insured.

You don't have to tell me, Henry.

It was murder.

What?

Traffic last night coming home.

(car engine starting)
- Oh yes, Peter,

terrible, absolutely terrible.

- Morning, sir.
- Hm.

Here he comes.

Enjoy the hospital?

It was alright.

Morning, sir.

Alright.

- Morning, Inspector Flint.
- Morning.

[Miss Leuchars] Good to see
you back on your feet again

after the accident.

God spare us the Have a Go
Joe Public, Miss Leuchars.

There's a memo from the Chief Inspector

asking for a report ASAP.
- Yeah, right.

Shame the whole operation

ended up an unmitigated disaster.

Yeah, shame.

Apparently there's some irregularity

with the gun requisition.
- Yeah, I'll deal with that.

[Miss Leuchars] It's a
good job Inspector Farmiloe

managed to round up them up in the end.

Yeah, yeah, he's a
good cop, old Farmiloe.

It's all tied up bar some paperwork,

so long as your brain's
alright after the concussion.

We were all so worried
you'd end up a vegetable.

Yeah, right, well, I think I'll...

(phone ringing)

Flint.

What?

Right, I'm onto it now.

(siren wailing)

(tyres screeching)

[Officer] Mind your backs!

[Man] Oi, watch it!

(car horn tooting)

(tyres screeching)

[Officer] Panic over, they're here.

Yeah, alright.

[Flint] Sam, who was here first?

Me, sir, everything's been left as was,

these two gentlemen saw the body.

Right, this is the hole, I take it.

Now I gather one of you men actually saw

part of a woman's body prior
to the concrete going in?

Piss off.

Clear the area.

I yelled at him to fucking stop pouring,

but he wouldn't fucking listen.

You could see her fucking
limbs all fucking twisted.

It was fucking horrible.

I see, make a fucking
note of that, Dave.

(melodic haunting music)

(background chattering)

What's going on?

[Man] They've found a
woman's body down an hole.

Sir, these were found
near the top of the hole.

(machines clattering)

What sort of mind would be capable

of writing something like this?

(marker squeaking)

Right, now,

who can tell me what the thematic subtext,

if you like the social allegory is

in "Tess of the D'Urbervilles?"

Cranham?
- Er,

is it people being ripped to
pieces by a bloody great dog?

No, no, I think that's "The
Hound of the Baskervilles"

you're thinking of there.
- Oh, right.

You have had six weeks
to read this novel,

I don't think it's asking too much to do...

I bet she's got no head.

When they pull her out,

I bet her head's been sawn off, I bet ya.

Yes, well, I hardly
think that's germaine

to the whole subject.

He could have drilled
right through her eyeballs.

Do you know, I seen this
video last night, right,

this geezer, he's got this power drill,

(siren wailing)

he's got this girl, he drilled
right through her head,

you've never seen nothing like it.

(background chattering)

I've always said the
place was a death trap.

Obviously one of the students
working late over the weekend

trips over a cable or something.

A plausible theory,
Principal, except for one thing,

none of our students have ever
worked here at the weekend,

it's rare enough to find
them working during the week.

Of course this will give
the builders another excuse

for falling behind schedule.

Not gonna look too good

for the new sponsors tomorrow, is it?

Oh, my goodness, do
you think it's too late

to stop the Japanese?

It's always too late
to stop the Japanese.

Nice bit of parking.

Morning.

(machines clattering)

Sir.

(engine rumbling)

The plan at the moment
is to dig a second hole

here and come at the
woman's body from the side.

I think it's pretty fair to say

the chances of anyone being
found alive down there

by that time are pretty negligible.

Okay, that's a cut.

Thank you, Inspector Flint, sir.

You can edit out that
bugger earlier on, can you?

- Yes, no problem.
- Yes.

We've got the owner of that
Cavalier in the office, sir.

He's in there, sir.
- Yes, alright.

Leave it to me.

(whistling)

(light suspenseful music)

You.

[Henry] Oh, shit.

Well, I must say, I always
did think he was a bit odd.

Oh, come on, I mean,

well, they can't suspect
Henry of anything surely.

Well, he does teach Liberal Studies

to those butchers' apprentices.

If they're looking for a murderer,

you can understand their reasoning.

Did you write this, Mr. Wilt?

- Yes.
- Don't try and deny it.

[Henry] Well, I wasn't, I.

It may interest you to know

that the handwriting on
these sheets of paper

corresponds exactly with
that on some paperwork

we found on the back seat of your car.

Well, it would, wouldn't it?

A car that we found abandoned
not 50 yards from that hole.

I suppose you can tell
me what it's doing there?

Oh, it's some kind of
foundation shaft, I think.

The car, not the hole!

The car, well, I had an accident

and I didn't wanna drive home

and I wonder if you could tell
me what this is all about?

Well, perhaps you can tell me

what this is all about, Mr. Wilt?

This?

Well, they're jottings for a lecture,

the sandwich course, trainee firemen.

Oh, that's very interesting.

One, increase use of
violence for political ends.

Two, ineffectuality of police
methods in combating violence.

Do you know, I can't quite
read your writing, would you?

A, social illiteracy amongst
most police constables.

B, use of violence by
the police themselves.

C, look, is this absolutely necessary?

C, low level of intelligence
of the average policeman.

You're inferring we're
all thick, aren't you?

No, no, I'm implying you're all thick,

you're inferring that's what I...

Mr. Wilt, did you or
did you not at the weekend

brutally murder a defenceless woman

and stick her body down that hole?

Certainly not.

Well, that's exactly
what I expected you to say.

(light melodic music)

So I'm being arrested, am I?

Not at all, Mr. Wilt, not at all,

you're just helping the
police with their inquiries.

This is a free, democratic society,

where every man is innocent,
until proven guilty.

Take him down the nick, don't
let him out of your sight.

[Student] They've arrested Wilt!

[Student] Fascist bastards!

(shouting rowdily)

Alright, Wilty!

As soon as they get you down there,

keep your hands on your bollocks

and don't tell the bastards
nothing, alright, son?

Anything, Cranham, don't
tell the bastards anything.

Hard-nosed bunch, aren't they?

They look more like football hooligans.

Yes, well, they are football hooligans.

[Officer] Yeah, I know what
you mean, you get used to it.

Thanks.

So how long do you intend to keep me here?

That depends, doesn't it, Mr. Wilt?

On what?

Whether you know more about
this than you're letting on,

it's shocking the number
of husbands these days,

who go around murdering their wives.

Yeah.

(phone ringing)

Hello, this is Henry Wilt,

I'm sorry I'm not here at the moment,

please leave a message after the tone.

(electronic beeping)

Oh, hello, Eva.

Hi, this is Henry.

Yes.

How was archery practice?

Did you really?

Well, well, well, that's your
best score ever, isn't it?

Me?

Well, there's a spot of trouble here,

I'm at the police station.

Oh, you heard about all that, did you?

Yes, yes, well, it's a
terrible business, yes.

So anyway, what?

Really, when was this?

My goodness, did she really?

Well, I never.

Well, well, well, well. (tutting)

Yes well, you can tell me all
about that, when I get home.

No, no, I can't imagine
they'll keep me here that long.

Don't bank on that, will you, Mr. Wilt?

Yes, the evidence is
shaping up nicely now, Dave,

very nicely indeed.

- Listen, Inspector, ow!
- Sorry.

Is this strictly necessary?

Manicuring your suspects
until they scream for mercy?

Ooh, you'd be surprised what we can find

under a fingernail, Mr. Wilt,

a fibre of the victim's clothing,

a stray pubic hair.

The key to deductive reasoning

lies not in the obvious clues,

but in the trivial, the tiny
seemingly miniscule details,

which may appear irrelevant,
but to the trained eye...

Sir.

It's my blood.

I had a nosebleed.

Of course.

Tell forensics to check it for mucus.

Listen Inspector,
there really is something

that I have to tell you.
- Yes, good.

Well, tell us about the nosebleed.

- The nosebleed?
- Yeah.

Well,

Friday morning, I was
having a spot of difficulty

with some of my day release classes.

I don't wanna read this book,

it's boring, nothing happens.

How do you know that?

You haven't actually read it, have you?

The last teacher we had,
he was called Pinkerton,

now he made us read a book
called "Jude the Obscure"

about this wanker called Jude.

(laughing)

Now the funny thing about old Pinky

was he never showed up next term,

took his self down the river,

shoved a pipe up the
exhaust, gassed himself.

Well, I can't say I blame him.

What do you mean?

He was supposed to show us a good example.

Well, I'm sure that's
what he had in mind,

when he gassed himself.

I'll bet you didn't get
your leg over last night,

did you, Wilty?

He probably ain't had it for yonks.

Look,

this course is designed to
cover a wide range of topics,

politics to literature,

CPR and how to open a bank account.

What it will not include
is my private life,

is that alright?

You didn't then, did ya?

(laughing)

Why don't you sit down and shut up,

you foul-minded little turd?

[Students] Ooh!

(thudding blow)
- Uh!

Fine,

fine.

Well, I must say, I'd have thought

you'd have shown a bit more restraint.

He hit me!

Well, you provoked him.

You've offended their sensibilities.

They don't have sensibilities,

they work in a sausage factory.

They may only be part-time students,

but they're entitled to an education.

I suppose this party
tonight is gonna be a riot

of fun and intellectual repartee.

I'd better mug up on clitorises,

so I've got something to talk about.

Why are you giving off
such a negative aura?

I'm sure you're irritable,
because your colon's clenched.

You know the worst thing?

The rest of the class have
all walked out in sympathy,

now Treadaway thinks I
should bloody well apologise.

Well, he's right, you've
already been turned down

for promotion five times,
it's not going to help,

if you've lost the
confidence of the students.

You can do it tonight on
the way to Sally and Hugh's.

If you think I'm crawling cap in hand

to that bunch of Neanderthals,

you've got another thing coming.

Hi, hi!

I was just passing

and I thought this was a great opportunity

to clear up that stupid
misunderstanding in class today.

Alright lads, this
is between him and me!

(machines whirring quietly)

They sent you down here
grovelling, didn't they, Wilty?

- Well, I...
- I had to do it,

nut you, I mean, you was well out of order

in front of all the lads.
- Yes, well,

you had no choice, I can see that.

You surprise me, Wilty,

none of the other teachers
would've had the bottle

to call me a foul-mouthed little shit.

Well actually it was a
foul-minded little turd.

(light suspenseful music)

You fancy some pork chops, eh?

Yeah, yeah.

(background chattering)

So what do you reckon?

Painstaking process,
Dave, he's a tricky bastard,

(phone ringing)

fancies himself as a verbal contortionist,

a logic chopper.

I'll have it sewn up by midnight.

[Stan] It's for you, Inspector.

Flint.

No, no, no, Pauline, no, I won't be home,

it's an all-nighter, this one.

Well, I am in the pub obviously, yes,

I'm taking a break from the rigours

of the intensive investigation.

Fine, great, suit yourself.

Stan, when our wives
call, we are not here,

even if we are, page one, Stan, page one.

Women, eh?

Yeah.

Dragging you off to some poncy party,

rubbing your nose in it
in front of those yobs,

she can't be an easy woman to live with.

Drives you mad, don't it?

Gets under your skin,
boiling up inside you,

insulting your manhood.
- Please, Inspector,

I can see your line of reasoning

and really it's very, very clever,

but I have to make a statement.

Yeah, all in good time, Mr.
Wilt, excuse me one minute.

[Henry] No, please,
Inspector, this is silly!

[Flint] Mrs. Bulstrode?

Mr. Wilt?

No, thanks, I ate yesterday.

Right, do you want to
make a statement, Mr. Wilt?

Thanks, Dave.

So here's the form, that
one's yours, this one's mine,

that's so you've got your
own copy of the conversation.

You're not being charged,

you're just making a
voluntary statement, alright?

Hm-mm.

Why's nothing happening, Dave?

You press Play and
Record simultaneously.

Yes, yeah, alright.

Say something.

Say what?

Anything, anything for level.

(clearing throat) My name is Henry Wilt

and I have confession to make.

Yeah, we got that.

Right, go on.

I did not kill my wife,

I did not kill my wife!

I know you think I did, but honestly,

there's a perfectly simple
explanation for what happened.

We had a row

and she left me and I
don't know where she is.

There's nothing unusual about that,

she is a bit like that
and that's what happened.

(tutting)

You should've mentioned
all this earlier, Mr. Wilt.

I did try.

It sounds like a perfectly
plausible explanation to me.

Yes well, you see, we were at a party

and you know how it is.

Yes, yes, yes, I quite understand.

Right, well if we need
to talk to you again,

we'll be in touch.

(light melodic music)

Right well,

am I free to go?

Goodbye, Mr. Wilt.

Right.

That's him!

That's the man I saw on Friday night!

He was stabbing a woman
to death outside my shop!

It was horrible!

That's what we call a positive
identification, Mr. Wilt.

Right, let's start again, shall we?

It's a very complicated story.

Don't worry, they usually are.

Well, you know that party?

Well, we arrived,

sweeping up the gravelled
drive in our limousine.

(background chattering)

(muffled background pop music)

You should've worn something loose,

your clothes are so boring.

Sally and Hugh's friends
are much more caj.

Caj?

Well, look at you, I suppose
you're fab as well, are you?

If you bothered to keep in touch,

you'd know that fab was back.

Anyway I think it suits me,
Sally helped me choose it.

Hm, it's groovy.

(loud background pop music)

♪ I feel the love ♪

[Eva] Yoo hoo, Sally!

Darling,

you look fab!
- Thanks.

Drinks are over here,
I'd give the chilli a miss,

if I were you, you'll be
farting till September.

Hugh's outside manning the barbecue.

Yeah, what's he done,

popped out the grounds and shot a stag?

Sausages actually,

if you remember what they look like.

♪ I'll change my ways, baby ♪

♪ I'll change my ways, oh, darling ♪

- Hello, Hugh.
- How you doing?

Hi.

Every time that woman,
Sally opens her mouth,

it's about sex.

Will you lighten up?

You're determined this evening

should be a disaster, aren't you?

Why is it you can never make an effort

with any of my friends?
- Why bother?

What possible interest
can these people have

in the problems of a grade
two lecturer at the local tec?

For that matter, what interest have I got

in playing charades in the library

or eating sausages cooked by
some ponce in a jockstrap?

In that case, why don't
you fuck off home, hm?

I'm going to enjoy myself.

(lively background chattering)

[Man] How was it, did you enjoy it?

I think Canada's simply gorgeous,

but not for a whole weekend.

[Man] I know exactly what you mean,

but Bach does have his moments, I suppose,

but he has his limitations.

Excuse me.

[Woman] Personally I honestly can't see

what's wrong with buggery.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
- That's alright.

I suppose you're up
from London, are you?

No, I bought a house near here,

it's like this only with a moat.

A moat, that's very useful.

Yeah, I'm gonna restock
it, put in a trout hatchery

and the gleam in my eye

is to convert the stables into a 24-track.

My wife and I have often
thought about building

above the garage, somewhere
to put the aqualung.

[Woman] Hi, Adam.

(background chattering)

Why is there a queue
outside every lavatory?

Oh, it's 'cause there's
so much blow around,

people forget that some
of us need to have a pee.

[Man and Woman] Sod off!

(thrown object thudding)
- Get out!

You were rabbiting
with Denny a long time,

I think he fancies you.

Which one's Denny?

The one with the gorgeous
bum, who works for Channel Four.

[Eva] Trouble is I
couldn't find anything

to go with my new dress.

[Sally] Try this lipstick,

it's from that new Japanese
place in Covent Garden.

Do you think mine's too obvious?

No, I just think this will
go better with your dress.

Does it look alright on me?

It's perfect for you, Evie.

You just have to know how to wear it,

be a bit more daring,

flesh it out.

[Eva] I haven't quite
got your figure, Sal.

Listen, darling, I had
these done, you know,

I found this genius
little guy near Godalming.

Aren't they incredible?

Gosh, yes, you'd never know.

Look what you've done now,

you've made my nipples go all hard.

[Eva] Anyway, better be
getting back downstairs,

are you coming?

[Sally] Yes, in a tick, love.

I'll see you down there.

[Eva] Okay then.

(objects clattering)

Henry.

I see you've met Angelique.

Oh, God!
(doll squeaking)

One of Hugh's little toys,

he says she was left over
from an office party,

but I have my doubts.

Anyway if you two want to be
left alone together, I'll...

Don't be so bloody disgusting.

Why don't you take
Angelique home with you?

I'm sure there's a book of instructions

round here somewhere,
she's even got a slot,

where you can park your little willy.

You're obsessed by sex

and you assume everyone else is as well.

I prefer men with small
ones, they try so much harder.

You make an awful lot of
assumptions about people,

don't you, including the
size of their willies?

Eva and I talk about everything, love.

Oh yes, I noticed.

Last time I heard you were
shoving your nipples in her face.

I wish you'd leave my wife alone,

I don't think you even like Eva,

I think you just like
having someone around

you were at school with,

so you can measure how far you've come.

I feel sorry for her,

because being married to someone like you

must make her realise
how much she hasn't come.

Really?

Oh, dear.

Screw you!

(thudding)
Ah!

Uh!

(loud background pop music)

(doll squeaking)

Christ!

You cow!

(doll squeaking)

Ah.

(doll squeaking)
Ah!

Ah!

(objects clattering to floor)

(doll squeaking)

Ooh!

Ooh, hi!

Hi, you couldn't possibly untie me,

at all, do you think?

I just need something, yeah.

Don't go, don't go away, don't go away!

I just need nail scissors or a nail file.

Argh!

Hi!

[Hugh] Hi.

You haven't seen Henry
about on your travels, Hugh?

Yeah, I think I did see him
heading towards our bedroom.

Have you two had a bust up or something?

Well, I did sort of
lose my temper a bit,

it's not his fault really,

he does find it very difficult to mix,

being the quiet, shy type.

Ah, ah, burst, you cow, burst!

(doll squeaking)

(groaning with effort)

Burst!

Burst!
(doll squeaking)

Uh!

Uh!

Oh, Christ.

Oh!

(door closing)

(doll squeaking)
- Oh, no, Eva!

♪ You've got me loving, loving ♪

♪ I'll tell you who we're selling ♪

(doll squeaking)

♪ You'll take me there now, honey ♪

(vinyl record scratching)

(crowd exclaiming surprise)

Sorry.

Ladies and gentlemen, I
think we have a couple here,

who want to announce their engagement.

(crowd cheering)

(doll squeaking)

What a loathsome perv!

(sobbing)

How could he?

How could he do such a thing
in front of all those people?

[Sally] Men are like that, believe me.

But with a doll?

It's horrible.

I know, it's horrible.

Male dominance reduces us
to the level of objects.

But Henry's never done
anything like that before.

Well, he's done it now.

Don't worry,

I'll look after you.

(knocking on door)

(muffled background pop music)

I think Evie should stay here tonight.

You engineered this whole fiasco,

so I don't give a shit
what you think, Eva!

(sobbing)

You're either psychotic
or severely repressed.

Eva, I'm only gonna
say this one more time,

are you coming home now or not?

[Eva] No! (sobbing)

Fine.

Fine.

[Woman] Where's the girlfriend?

(party favour blasting)

(laughing)

Here, catch.

Doesn't your wife get jealous?

That was his wife.
(laughing)

Have a nice time, darling!

Sweet dreams.

(car engine starting)

(cheering)

(mellow melodic music)

(sighing)

Bloody Sylvia or whatever you are now.

(muttering grumpily)

(tyres screeching)

(doll squeaking)

(doll squeaking)

(muttering grumpily)

(brakes screeching)

(loud thudding)

(sighing)

Fan-bloody-tastic!

Right, come on, you cow, out, out!

Come on!
(doll squeaking)

This is where you get it.

Ah!
(screeching string music)

Ah!

My God, what are you doing?

A bit of a crisis, it's my
girlfriend, she's not well!

I had to perform an
emergency appendectomy,

otherwise it could have been fatal.

She'll be alright now though,
she'll pull through, bye!

(car engine starting)

Ah!

(car backfiring)

(mellow melodic music)

(car backfiring)

(brakes screeching)

(heavy breathing)

Ah!

Well, don't just sit
there, you latex bitch!

(doll squeaking)

Come along, you vulcanised whore, oh!

Uh!

(doll squeaking)

(heavy breathing)

Oh!

Oh, God!

Bloody good riddance.

Bollocks!

(stones clattering)

(stones clattering)

(stone thudding)

Is that you, Mr. Wilt?

(light melodic music)

Peter Jessell, remember,
you used to teach me.

Jessell,

yeah, hi.

Hi, I was just,

I was just taking a leak.

Would you believe I had
a prang with the car,

I didn't wanna drive home
with just one headlight.

I remember you, Jessell, yes,

you were a very, very bright student.

Didn't you get a degree in sociology?

[Peter] That's right, Cambridge.

[Henry] And what are you doing now?

I'm doing this.

(sighing)

You expect me to believe that.

Well, there we are,

it's too many sociologists
chasing too few jobs, I suppose.

You really do think
we're stupid, don't you?

This has nothing to do
with my personal opinions.

You slimy little ponce!

It's your wife whose down that hole

and you're the murdering
bastard who put her there!

I certainly did not.

You're not teaching
"Tess of the Baskervilles"

to a bunch of trainee
sandwich makers now, my son!

Read this man his rights.

Ah!

[Gladden] Flint.

[Flint] Good evening, sir.

Everything alright?

Sorry I couldn't be around,

it was Brian Holten's testimonial
dinner at the Olde Ship.

Any progress?

According to the suspect,
sir, what's down that hole

is a life size inflatable,
plastic doll with a real vagina.

A real vagina?

I booked him anyway, sir.

[Gladden] Do you think he did it?

If 18 years of experience
is anything to go by, yes sir.

I see.

When does Farmiloe get back?

(light melodic music)

Next weekend, sir, I think.

Oh, well, I'm sure you can
handle it till then, Russell.

Give me a rubber room, I'd
have it cracked by midnight.

(birds twittering)

So when you turned up
first thing Monday morning,

there was no sign whatsoever
of Mr. and Mrs. West-Roper?

That's right.

And yet their car was sill
parked outside in the drive?

It is odd, isn't it?

Constable, I want you
to search this house

for signs of a struggle.

(glass crunching underfoot)

Will I have to be plugged
into a lie detector?

I'm not ruling out any
options at this stage.

Well?

Not much in here, sir,

a few chicken wings
ground into the carpet,

someone's urinated in the tallboy.

Things are looking up,

a knotted black nylon stocking.

Ring any bells in your head, Dave?

Good God!

Yeah,

exactly.

It's the Swaffham Strangler.

(light suspenseful music)

Now then, Mr. Wilt, I'm
going to show you something,

take your time.

Does this remind you of anything?

Yes.

[Dr. Pittman] Ah, what?

A Rorschach ink blot test.

Yes, anything else?

No, it doesn't remind
me of anything else,

it reminds me of what it is.

Do you mean is it reminiscent
of another object?

That's exactly what I mean, Mr. Wilt.

Now tell me

is this reminiscent of another object?

[Henry] Yes.

What exactly?

A butterfly sitting on a geranium.

Ah, interesting.

You don't think for example that it looks

like a naked woman lying
in a pool of blood?

Well, of course I think
it looks like a naked woman

lying in a pool of blood,

but I'm hardly gonna tell you that, am I?

I'm sitting here on a murder charge,

I'm always gonna say something else.

whether or not you are capable
of brutally killing your wife

and her two friends and
disposing of the bodies.

And how am I supposed to have done that?

Dissolved them in an acid bath?

Ah!

Oh, Dr. Pittman,

do you know how much acid that would take?

Yes well, I don't need
to know, do I, Mr. Wilt?

Just what are you trying to tell me?

Well, I'm trying to
tell you, Dr. Pittman,

that anyone who believes
such a ridiculous theory

hasn't got his head screwed on straight.

(birds twittering)

I'm depressed, I'm frustrated,

my marriage is going nowhere
and nor is my career.

True, but you mustn't
let it get you down, sir.

I'm not talking about me,

I'm putting myself in
the mind of Henry Wilt!

You are dragged here to a party, right,

where he's humiliated.

The focus of his rage, his insane rage

is his wife and these West-Ropers.

My God, he must have come back here

in the middle of the night

after everyone else had gone home,

it gives me goose pimples
just to think about it.

There's three bulldozers
and six mechanical diggers

just rolling up out the front, sir.

That's right and
they're not leaving here

till every inch of these
grounds is turned over.

We've almost nailed him, Dave,

they'll soon have that second
hole at the college finished,

then at least we'll have one
of the bodies we're after.

But how do we get that
lucky sod to own up?

He's not outwitting me!

[Dave] I'm sure you'll
think of something, sir.

Give me a break, Inspector,
it's gone two in the morning.

(clearing throat)

I've got an import licence
for them, you know.

This is not a bust, Mossop.

Oh, it's personal, is it, Mr. Flint?

Look, if you're too embarrassed

to come during regular hours,

I can always bring it round the house.

It's official police
business, you'll get a receipt.

Do you want an outfit with it?

What?

Lots of customers like to dress them up,

I've got Teenage Temptress
or Bitch Goddess.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.

Good God!

Do people really buy tartan dildoes?

That's my thermos, Mr. Flint.

(siren wailing)

You seem remarkably disinterested

in the gravity of this situation, Mr. Wilt.

impartial to both sides, I'm uninterested.

Did your wife wear dentures, Mr. Wilt?

I beg your pardon.

I think you heard me plainly enough.

No, no, she didn't, she
was always very keen on...

Oh, thank you very much,

I thought it'd come out in the end.

What's that?

Well, that was the past tense,

so you admit she's dead?
- No, no, no.

Well, we'll go on from there.

No, no, no, no, no, you see,

you asked me did your wife wear dentures?

So all I said was no, she didn't,

you see, she doesn't,

always sticking bits of
dental floss down the loo.

No idea the number of times
I thought I'd got worms.

I'm gonna have to ask you
to come with me, Mr. Wilt.

They've finally brought a body in.

(light suspenseful music)

Is this your wife, Mr. Wilt?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Is this supposed to
be some sort of joke?

A joke, Mr. Wilt, what do you mean?

Is it or isn't it?
- Where'd you get this?

Where I got it or where I
didn't get it is irrelevant,

but I think it proves my point,

a thing like this with or
without an authentic vagina

would never fool three witnesses.

Now come on, you know as well as I do

it's Mrs. Wilt down that shaft,

are you gonna come clean and admit it?

Inspector, are you sure
you're not letting ambition

blind your judgement here?

What do you mean, ambition?

Well, I've been talking
to some of the lads

and isn't it a fact that this case

Farmiloe.

Yes, but he's on holiday, isn't he?

I mean, my point is this, Inspector,

I know this is a very
important case to you,

but I don't think you should
overplay your hand here,

I'd hate to see you
make a fool of yourself.

I know Community Studies
is a difficult subject,

but you don't expect its
lecturers to murder their wives

and bury them on the premises.

Don't you?

Well, I'm amazed more people don't.

Actually a conviction
for first degree homicide

isn't gonna help his
promotion application.

We're talking about Henry Wilt.

Right, don't be fooled, Peter,

they all look mild and
inoffensive, Crippen, Christie,

that man in the Ruth Ellis case.

She murdered him.

It's like the raising
of the Titanic down there.

Look, they're getting
ready to bring her up.

(melodic orchestral music)

[Site Foreman] Whoa, whoa!

[Student] Go on, Wilty, do a runner!

[Student] Make a break for it, Wilty!

[Cranham] Go see Biggsy
in Argentina, mate, go on!

Brazil, Cranham, Brazil.

Seems your fan club's
here again, Mr. Wilt.

I wanna see the expression on your face,

when they lift her out of the hole.

I'm quite looking
forward to seeing yours.

[Mr. Treadaway] Certainly, Mr. Utachi,

money invested in the college

by a major Japanese firm such as yours

will be money well spent.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Just keep them back,
son, keep them back.

[Foreman] Steady, come on.

(crowd shouting rowdily)

Start lifting.

Up.

(crowd cheering)

Well, I hope you know what you're doing.

I thought she'd have burst.

Thanks to your interest
in the college next term,

we are committed to several
new integrated courses

with a substructure grounded thematically

on academic factors.

[Foreman] Right, easy, easy!

That's it, that's it.

(dramatic orchestral music)

I suppose that's what
you call concrete evidence.

[Foreman] Come on, up,
up, right, steady, steady!

Eva never had red hair

and her breasts were never that big.

It's probably due to the
gases, they putrefy, you know.

Oh.

Right, right, come on!

Generally speaking we
have a viable staff position

by allocating places to candidates

with a specialist knowledge

in particular areas of
academic achievement.

May I ask a question, Mr. Treadaway?

Oh, yes, of course.

What the fuck is going on out there?

For Christ's sake, get
her down, that's evidence!

[Barney] Left, left,
okay, back down, will ya!

Right, right!

No, no, it doesn't
matter about left or right,

it doesn't matter, have you gone mad?

Get it down!

Get that fucking thing down!

(shouting in panic)

No!

No!
(loud thudding)

(crowd expressing surprise)

Now that is what I call a blow job!

(speaking in Japanese)

Henry Wilt, that man's
always been trouble.

The college will never live this down.

[Reporter] Can we have a last shot

of you with the rubber doll, sir?

(air escaping loudly)

(light melodic music)

You can beat me up if you
like, it won't do any good.

You're wrong there, it'd
do me the power of good.

You knew it was a doll down that hole

all the time, didn't you?

Well, I told you enough times.

But it was a red herring, wasn't it?

To distract us from what
should've been the focus

of our investigation, the
disappearance of your wife

and Sally and Hugh West-Roper.

What are you talking about?

We've checked out their house,

nobody's seen hide nor hair
of them since Friday night,

which is hardly surprising,

since that's when you massacred

all three of them in cold blood!

Don't be ridiculous, for a start,

my wife came round while I
was out, she left a note.

A note?

Yes, a note saying how
she wanted to re-evaluate

and find her own space and
all that load of bollocks.

Where is this note?

Well, I haven't got it anymore.

Where is it?

I wiped my bottom on it.

You did what?

Well, I was very annoyed

and I hadn't got any
toilet paper, you see.

Do you mean to tell me that
the one piece of evidence,

that could corroborate your story

is wrapped round a turd
halfway to the North Sea?

Yeah.

How tragically inconvenient.

(siren wailing outside)

(phone ringing)

Well?

He's knackered but still facetious,

he says he's thinking of
calling Amnesty International.

Oh, bloody marvellous, you
can just see it, can't you?

Kylie Minogue and U2 at Wembley
Stadium, Free Henry Wilt.

Right, come on, Dave,
let's give it another go.

I wonder if they had this
problem with the Manson family.

Alright, that'll be all, Sue.

- Audrey.
- Sorry, Audrey.

You ought to know by now.

Why are we whispering?

He's asleep.

The whole point of this exercise

is to keep the bastard awake!

Tapes, Dave.

We've got through 25 so far,

I managed to find some
more in the cupboard.

Right.

Right, Henry, I'd like to start.

Germany calling, Germany calling.

Good morning, campers.

What's happening, Dave?

You pressed both the keys together, sir.

[Henry] One of these days
she'll push me too far, Dasher.

- Hang on.
- Something's got to give.

What I think I'll do
then is I'll murder her,

it's the logical solution, yes,

something grisly would be good,

grisly yet ingenious,

yes, that's it.

Just keeps on mounting
up, doesn't it, Henry?

I'd say your time was
definitely running out, old son.

(melodic haunting music)

You know, don't you?

Excuse me?

That's why you brought me this

and all the time I thought

you were just another mindless copper.

That Friday night,

I went back there, back to the house.

When I got there, the last
guests were just leaving.

(dramatic orchestral music)

It was deserted,

but I could hear music coming
from an upstairs window

and a sort of raucous, loud laughter

(raucous laughing)

and the three of them were up there

in a sort of Bacchanalian orgy

mocking the rest of the world.

I had to do it.

(dramatic orchestral music)

I had to purge society of
their evil, loathsome presence.

(raucous laughing)

It was only my duty.

(chainsaw whirring loudly)

(screaming)

Murdering them was easy,

the messy bit is how I
disposed of the bodies.

(vomiting)

I knew it, I knew anybody
who could pull that doll stunt

must have something really
filthy up his sleeve.

Yes, but that?

I think I need to go and
have a little lie down.

(vomiting)

(machine whirring)

Are you telling me this maniac, Wilt

came in here on Sunday night

and put three dead bodies
through our mincer?

That's what he claims.

Is it feasible?

I don't know, I've never tried.

Where do you put the heads?

We normally put them with the bone waste

in the animal food bins.

The bastard knew every detail
about this place alright,

I'll need a complete list
of everybody you supply.

I'll have the evidence this time,

if we have to search every
sausage in the South of England.

It's like looking for a
needle in a haystack, sir.

They may be the pies
with the family filling,

but so far we haven't found
much evidence of the family.

In other words you
still haven't got anything

to convict this man, Henry Wilt?

Well, no, sir, not yet, but...

Right,

release him.

What?

Flint, do you have any
idea what this bloody case

is doing for our credibility?

I mean, not content with
dangling giant rubber obscenities

in front of TV cameras,

you go on to plough up seven acres

of someone's private residence

on the slim pretext that
there may be a body somewhere

and now you have the manpower
of three police forces

swooping on innocent
families like Mongol hordes

and making off with the contents of a,

liver sausage sandwich!

Have you actually read
this man's confession?

No, I didn't wait for
the transcript, sir.

Pity,

pity, because if you had,

you might have noticed
the bloody signature!

Sweeney Todd.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Oh, I think prison will be
curiously liberating really,

banged up in the poky.

Do you think they'll wanna
take a cast of my face

for the Chamber of Horrors?

(light melodic music)

I'm taking you home, Henry.

It's all over.

You've been released.

(groaning with effort)

[Sally] For God's sake, Hugh,

shove harder and get us out of here.

[Hugh] It's not my
fault, for God's sake,

I'm trying as hard as I can.

[Sally] He's hopeless.

Do you think we'll be
stuck here for long, Sal?

I really ought to phone Henry.

The whole point of this trip, Evie

was that you wouldn't phone Henry.

Leave him to stew in his own
emotional juices for a while.

You really ought to loosen up, darling.

Oh, you're all knotted and tense.

But it's been three days,
Sal, he'll be frantic.

Well,

it's been interesting, that's for sure.

Nobody's heard from her, I'm afraid.

No, but she'll be back
in a couple of days.

(light melodic music)

Yeah, I expect she will.

Life will soon settle
down, time's a great healer.

At least you're free now.

Yes.

Yeah, I suppose I am.

Well, I'd better go, Marge
has got her disableds tonight.

Righto, thank you, Peter, bye bye.

(melodic orchestral music)

(birds twittering)

[Hugh] Oh, it's no use, I
can't budge the bloody thing.

Poor Hugh, do you want
us to pick off the leeches?

I'm bloody exhausted.

I'll fetch another
bottle from the kitchen.

Galley.

If you're such a nautical genius,

why is it we're stuck
on a sodding sand bank?

What are we going to do?

We could be here for weeks.

Better pray for rain,
we're out of Evian.

We should never have
come in the first place,

I should never have listened to you.

Well, Sal was only thinking of me,

because of my situation with Henry.

She caused the
situation, you stupid cow!

Who do you think it was
stuck the doll on Henry

in the first place?

Why did I have to marry a dyke?

Are you calling Sal a lesbian?

She's got their phone number,
she can call them herself.

Are you going to let
him insult you like this?

I mean,

Oh, my God!

Are you blind as well as stupid?

You don't think she had any other reason

for wanting you on this boat trip, do you?

She wanted to get inside your knickers.

(slapping face)
Ow!

Serves you right, you loud-mouthed wimp!

(slapping face)
Ow!

Oh!

Oh, look, Eva, I'm sorry,

you don't want to believe
everything he says,

he just wants to stir
things up between us.

[Eva] Leave my body alone!

You've done nothing but lie to me

and manipulate me all along!

Alright then, clear off back
to your grotty little semi

and your poxy little lecture husband

with his worm of a willy!

And I lied about my
nipples going hard as well.

Go screw yourself!

(light melodic music)

[Sally] You're not
going off in that thing,

you'll never make it!

(mellow melodic music)

(thudding)

(gasping with effort)

(birds twittering)

Sic

transit,

Eva.

Hello!

Hello!

(phone ringing)

(light melodic music)

You've no idea what I've been through,

I've been deceived,
insulted, sexually molested.

Oh, dear. (tutting)

Polluted probably, that
water must be full of nitrates.

I'm freezing cold and
I'm miles from anywhere

and I suppose all this time

you've been sitting doing nothing?

Look, I'll be along as
soon as I possibly can.

I've been a bit tied up.

Right, okay.

(light suspenseful music)

(screaming)

- Can I help you?
- Oh, vicar,

ooh, vicar, thank God you're here.

Oh, I am sorry, I do apologise about this,

it's just that I had an accident, you see

and I got very wet.

I did knock on the front
door, but there was no reply.

I am sorry.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(sombre organ music)

(traffic rumbling loudly)

(dramatic orchestral music)

I have sinned, I know I've sinned,

but it's Henry, he encourages sin.

You're a vicar,

you must understand the
woman's point of view.

There hasn't been a real,
live woman in this house

since Mrs. Summer, the cleaning lady,

she hasn't been here since Epiphany.

That's obvious.

[Rev. Froude] Of course I
haven't been in the parish long.

No, where were you before?

Swaffham.

(brakes screeching)

- Where you going, mate?
- Waterswick.

- You'd better put this on.
- Right, yes.

(mellow melodic music)

Dasher, up, up!

Better is a dinner
of herbs where love is,

(light melodic music)

than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.

- You alright?
- I'm fine thank you, yes.

As a jewel of gold in a swine's snout,

so is a fair woman which
is without discretion.

That's me, isn't it?

What?

I'm a jewel of gold in a swine's snout.

You're all hot and perspiring.

(tutting) Give me your hanky.

The things people leave in church.

Yes.

That's where I must go, reverend,

to the church to pray.

(doorbell ringing)

(birds twittering)

I don't know what it is, I
just feel I've been so naughty.

Will you help me find peace?

I hope so.

Well, there we are, she's
a very resourceful woman,

she's probably found her
own way back home by now.

Come on, walkies.

Dasher!

Oh, how lovely.

(melodic suspenseful music)

Why didn't I sign my own name?

I'd be safely locked
up in Dartmoor by now.

Dasher, Dasher!

- Argh!
- Oh!

Good God, Inspector Flint.
- Got ya!

No, please, I haven't got time

for one of our little conversations now.

[Flint] This is where
you dumped 'em, isn't it?

[Henry] No!

I bet if we dug up these graves,

we'd find a dead body in every one!

Well, me too, yes, but.

[Eva] Ah!

- Start digging!
- My wife!

Please, please!

Oh, bloody hell's bells.

(cocking shotgun)

God, now listen to me,
you cretinous testicle!

My wife!
- Your wife?

Your wife is dead!

[Eva] Argh!

(dramatic orchestral music)

Well, do you know, Inspector,

for the first time since I met you,

you're in danger of actually
being right about something!

(metallic clanging)

[Flint] Uh, uh!

(dramatic orchestral music)

Armed police ready to fire!

(shotgun firing)

(suspenseful music)

(screaming)

Now look here, if anybody's
gonna murder my wife,

it'll be me!

(dramatic orchestral music)

Ah, ah, ah!

Ah, ah, ah!

Ah!

Ah!

- Argh!
- Ah!

Ah, ah, ah!

(martial arts style shrieking)

(thudding blow)
- Uh!

(shrieking)

[Eva] Let me, let me, let me!

(screaming)

It's alright, vicar, leave this to me.

Yes, right, thank you.

You murdering bastard!

Haven't you had enough for one week, eh?

(cocking shotgun)
Ooh!

It's alright, let go of
her, Wilt, let go of her!

Walk away, walk away, darling, walk away.

Back against the wall, Wilt.

Go on!

Turn round.

Turn round, spread 'em!

Right, Henry Wilt, you are under arrest

for the murder of Mr. and Mrs. West-Roper.

Excuse me, we are Mr.
and Mrs. West-Roper.

Darling, you might have
sent someone to rescue us.

Well, you're still under arrest

for the murder of Eva Wilt.

And I'm Eva Wilt.

You, you.

In that case,

I am under arrest,

I am hereby arresting myself

for conspiring to falsify evidence,

for the wrongful arrest
of a private citizen,

for wilful and improper use of
police manpower and resources

and for possession of a lethal weapon,

which I knowingly acquired
from an illegal source

with intent to murder and maim.

I'm not obliged to say
anything, but anything I do say

could be taken down and used in evidence.

If someone would care to call the police,

I shall be in the cemetery.

(sombre church organ music)

Well, he's been under
a lot of strain recently.

Excuse me.

(screaming)

I couldn't use your radio to
make an urgent call, could I?

I've just had a slight accident,
teeing off across the way,

caught this guy a corker on
the temple, hope he's okay.

[Officer] And your name is, sir?

Farmiloe, Inspector Gerald Farmiloe.

(sombre church organ music)

(car engine starting)

("Love Hurts" by Leo Sayer)

Excuse me.

You look great.

Do you think so?

Can I have all beginners

down that end of the room, please!

That means you.
- Right.

What are you doing here?

I'm not with the force anymore,

I'm with Globe Security,

they insisted I take a refresher course.

And you?

I got promoted,

Head of Liberal Studies
thanks to the Japanese,

they said anybody who'd
endured what I'd been through

had to be possessed of supreme qualities

of valour and leadership.

In Japan, I'd be made a god.

(background chattering)

I gather the art of keisheido

is entirely one of self defence.

Oh, that's right, yes,

one must never violate the code

by using it as an act
of aggression, must one?

No.

(light suspenseful music)

Argh!

♪ Love hurts, love scars ♪

♪ Love wounds and marks ♪

♪ Any heart not tough ♪

♪ Or strong enough ♪

♪ To take a lot of pain,
take a lot of pain ♪

♪ Love is like a cloud ♪

♪ Holds a lot of rain ♪

♪ I'm young, I know, but even so ♪

♪ I know a thing or two ♪

♪ I've learned from you ♪

♪ I've really learned a lot,
I've really learned a lot ♪

♪ Love is like a stove,
burns you when it's hot ♪

♪ Love hurts ♪

♪ Ooh, love hurts ♪

♪ Some fools favour happiness ♪

♪ Blissfulness, togetherness ♪

♪ Some fools fool themself I guess ♪

♪ But they're not fooling me ♪

♪ I know it isn't true,
I know it isn't true ♪

♪ Love is just a lie
made to make you blue ♪

♪ Love hurts ♪

♪ Love wounds, love marks ♪

♪ Love hurts, love scars ♪

♪ Any heart, any heart ♪

♪ Not tough or strong enough ♪

♪ To take a lot of pain,
take a lot of pain ♪

♪ Love is like a flower,
needs a lot of rain ♪

♪ Love hurts ♪

♪ Ooh, love hurts ♪

♪ But they're not fooling me ♪

♪ I know it isn't true,
I know it isn't true ♪

♪ Love is just a lie,
made to make you blue ♪

♪ Love hurts ♪

♪ Oh Lord, love hurts ♪

♪ Love hurts ♪

♪ Love, love hurts ♪

♪ Love hurts, love's gone ♪