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~ How are you feeling?
~ Like a bullet went through me.

There's been a serious
allegation made against you.

What are you talking about?

~ I saw you.
~ What did you see, Perkins?!

You forced yourself on her.

Now, you are very close
to retirement age.

You can't be serious.

Over a fumble with the station bike?

Be reasonable, sir. This is

the only way for you to leave

with your reputation intact.

I'm doing you a favour.

UPBEAT MUSIC

At number five, we have
auburn-haired stunner,

Abigail Hodgson from Small Heath!

APPLAUSE

At just 19, this shapely
seamstress ain't no dummy.

She made that evening gown
with her own fair hands.

And let's not forget
numbers six and seven,

Brinford beauties, Lucy
Hamilton and Helen Reilly!

Both 21, this lovely pair of
cinema usherettes like to sing,

dance and show off their talents
on the amateur stage.

A big hand for the girls as they go
off to prepare for the final round.

APPLAUSE

Well, it ain't often us men
get to stare at pretty girls

without getting in trouble
with the missus.

But it's all good fun and a worthy
cause, ain't it, ladies and gents?

Because the money raised tonight
will give a helping hand

to all you brave ex-servicemen.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

And judging by the look of you,
you need all the help you can get.

LAUGHTER Oh, you've got
to laugh, ain't you?

Because when you see
the funny side of life,

it means everything's going to be...

ALL: Tickety-boo!

LAUGHTER

Well, well, what time do
you call this, officers?

I hope you've got a good reason
for interrupting my show.

Sorry, we were d-d-d...

D-D-Doing the hokey cokey?

We were dealing with an incident.
Drunk and disorderly.

We should've brought him along,
really. He'd have fit right in.

LAUGHTER

I think someone's trying to upstage
me, ladies and gentlemen.

What's your name, sweetheart?

WPC Annie Taylor.

Well, WPC Annie Taylor,

unless you've got a bathing
costume under that uniform,

I suggest you find yourself a seat.

LAUGHTER

Well, you didn't come all this way to
watch my ugly mug all night, did you?

~ No.
~ Cheeky!

Well, without further ado,
it's time for the final round!

APPLAUSE

APPLAUSE

Cor blimey!

I've toured the beaches
of Saint-Tropez,

I've seen the bronzed beauties
of California USA,

but nothing compares to
the home-grown loveliness

of a Birmingham girl!

WHISTLING AND APPLAUSE

It's a shame they can't all win
first prize, ladies and gents.

But only one lucky
girl gets to take home

that state-of-the-art
vacuum cleaner and £100!

APPLAUSE

Judges, have you made
your final decision?

CHEERING AND WHISTLING

And here to present the award,

yes, it's Assistant Chief
Constable Arthur Coulson!

APPLAUSE

Thank you. It's a
pleasure to be here.

A real pleasure.

The runner-up Miss Birmingham
1956 is Miss Sheila Brown!

APPLAUSE

Congratulations to Sheila on winning
a year's supply of washing powder!

I know where to bring me laundry
next time I'm in town.

LAUGHTER

And now, the moment we've
all been waiting for.

DRUMROLL

The winner is Brinford's
very own Miss Lucy Hamilton!

APPLAUSE

Ain't she a real stunner,
ladies and gentlemen?

Well, I hope you've enjoyed
the show as much as I have.

Nothing like taking in some
of the local sights, eh?

If anyone asks me about my trip
to Brinford, I shall tell them

that everything was well and truly...

ALL: Tickety-boo!

Thank you!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Would you excuse me for a moment?

My money was on you.

Then you should buy
me a drink sometime.

I'm DI Sawyer, but
you can call me Harry.

I didn't expect to see
you here tonight, sir.

One of the perks of the
job, wouldn't you say?

You'll be announcing your
retirement soon, of course.

And why would I do that?

We had an agreement.

I'm sorry? What agreement?

You know perfectly well.

After what happened with WPC Dawson.

Well, the last I heard, Constable
Dawson transferred to The Met.

You really should keep up.

I was disappointed when she was
cleared of blame in the shooting,

but I suppose some things
even I can't control.

Still, London's far enough away.

How are you enjoying your
freedom so far, sir?

I'm still on army time, I think.

Wake up every morning 6am
sharp, don't I, dear?

Like clockwork.

I didn't know there were
so many hours in the day.

Like me when I hung
up my police uniform.

~ You have to get yourself a hobby.
~ You might be right.

There she is, my little firecracker!

How are you, William?

All the better for seeing
my favourite girl.

Look at you, all smart
in your uniform.

~ When did you start?
~ Just this week.

It feels like only yesterday

I was sneaking you sugar
cubes under the table. Ssh!

~ Let me buy you a glass of pop to celebrate.
~ Thank you.

Brigadier.

Brigadier Morris? David Meyer,
Birmingham Chronicle.

I'm writing an article
on ex-military men,

how they've adjusted to civilian
life since the war.

~ I'd be grateful if I could just...
~ No. Sorry.

Please, it'll just take
a moment of your time.

Me and my friend Helen, we're
usherettes at the Regal.

We hope one day to be on
the big screen ourselves.

We've been taking acting
lessons, and...

Miss Birmingham! I wondered
where you'd got to.

I just wanted to say I thought
you were sensational tonight.

Sensational!

Thank you, Mr Starkey.

Call me Clifford. And thank you,
darling. It was a pleasure.

And, um... here, have a keepsake.

~ Oh!
~ Tickety-boo!

THEY LAUGH

I cannot believe I got to meet him!

We were in the middle of something.

What do you say we get out of here?

I'll give you a lift home.

OK. But can Helen come, too?

My friend. We room together.

I just don't want her going
back on the bus by herself.

Er... right. Sure.

Thanks. I'll be right back.

Darling! What a lovely surprise!

June.

How is it you get more handsome
every time I see you?

~ What are you doing in Brinford?
~ I'm with Clifford now.

He has bookings all over the country.

I barely remember what town I'm
in from one day to the next.

Well, you remember your
mother, though, don't you?

Did you get my letters?
You know she's ill.

How is she?

If you want to know
that, go and see her.

Well, of course I will.

I'll just check with
Clifford's schedule first.

Darling, please don't
give me that look.

I will try my best, that's a promise.

It's hard, you know.

Most people haven't
seen what I've seen.

They haven't done what I've done.

Everyone wants to forget,
but I can't forget.

I can never forget!

~ Forget what?
~ Excuse us.

Go home and sober up before you
make a complete fool of yourself.

Yes, sir! Whatever you say, sir!

Always happy to follow
orders, aren't I, sir?

I said, "Go home!"

~ This way!
~ Oh!

William, stop it!

Hey-hey-hey! Hey! What's
going on here?

Nothing. Sheppard's
had too much to drink.

Can somebody take him home?

~ Dad?
~ Yeah, he can come home
with us. Come on, William.

I'd never have the nerve to show
myself off like those girls did.

~ They were quite lovely, don't you think?
~ Huh!

It's all right, I won't be jealous.

Yes, they were.

Would you?

Do you like this?

Of course.

What's wrong?

Charlotte!

How was this event you went to?

Oh, it was fine.

Something happened.

Happened? What do you mean, happened?

I'm old, I'm not blind.

I know when you're upset.

I'm not upset.

The sooner you tell me, the
sooner I can go to bed.

June's in town.

I know.

I saw her coming out
of a shop last week.

Well, why didn't you say anything?

Because your mother makes you crazy

and I hoped you wouldn't
bump into her.

You're damn right she makes me crazy.

She's been back a week and she
hasn't been here to see you?

She knows you've been ill!

Tomorrow, I'll go find her
and drag her back here.

Oh-ho! Wonderful(!)

~ Then we can all have a bad time.
~ I don't care.

Oh, yingele!

Don't try to make her into
something she's not.

You'll only be disappointed.

~ Morning.
~ Morning, William.

Thanks for letting me stay.

You didn't need to do that.

Oh, don't be silly! We've plenty
of room. Sit yourself down.

Oh, marry me, Lydia!

THEY CHUCKLE

Do you hear that, Douglas?

I'm running away with your wife.

Hm?

I said, "How's life?"

Oh. Quiet since the boys left.

~ Lydia tells me Michael made sergeant.
~ He did.

And Stephen's doing very well,
too. He's moving up to CID.

~ And Tom?
~ Oh, he's still in university.

~ Studying literature, of all things.
~ But he loves it.

He loves ice cream, perhaps
he should study that!

Still, you can't complain, Douglas.

Three out of four taking after you.

Yeah, I suppose.

Hm! I'd better get to work.

~ Have a nice day, dear.
~ Thanks, Mum.

Bye, Dad.

Hm.

Goodbye, William.

Whoops!

WPC Taylor!

Ah, morning, Tommy. Last
night was fun, wasn't it?

Yeah! Yeah.

Um...we've all been talking

and, er... we think
it's not really fair

you having to work in a
broom cupboard any more.

Thank goodness! I felt like
Cinderella with all these mops.

Well, exactly. So perhaps you'd be
more comfortable sat... over there.

~ Doesn't that belong to someone?
~ No. It's a spare.

So we thought you should have it.

A proper desk!

Thank you so much!

First it was casual clothes,
then evening wear,

and then the last round was, um...
oh, yes, swimwear, of course.

Oh, it brings back memories.

Believe it or not, I wore
that crown myself once.

What? What was that like, to win?

You'd think it would be fun having
your picture taken with the mayor,

but I had to stand outside
in my bathing suit

in the middle of December. Whoo!

Put it this way, my smile wasn't
the only thing that was frozen.

Still, it made the front
of the Brinford Times,

which is something, I suppose.

You don't, erm, still have
that clipping by any chance?

I'm not sure. I'd
have to look for it.

PHONE RINGS

Good morning, Brinford
Police, DI Sawyer's line.

Hold on, please, I'll
just check for you.

~ Is he in?
~ Yeah, he's on a case.

I'm sorry, DI Sawyer's not here at
the moment, can I take a message?

They made me do it, sarge.

Yes, Mrs Epstein, I'll see
he gets it. Bye-bye now.

Isn't anybody working around here?

Bunch of slackers, the lot of you.

~ Welcome back, sarge.
~ Did you miss me?
~ Why, have you been somewhere?

Good to have you back, Sergeant
Fenton. How're you feeling?

Never better, sir. Looking
forward to getting stuck in.

Whipping this sorry lot into shape.

Glad to hear it.

Who the hell is this?

WPC Annie Taylor. Good
to meet you, sergeant.

You remember her father, don't
you? Sergeant Dougie Taylor?

We've already got a woman copper,
why do we need another one?

WPC Dawson has moved on.

I'll do my best to live up
to her good name, sergeant.

Well, that's very touching.
I'll tell you what,

why don't you start by moving
all of your stuff off of my desk

and putting it back
the way you found it?

I'm sorry, sergeant, I didn't
realise it was your desk.

That won't happen again.

So, Harper called into the
hospital and said adios.

~ Who's replaced him?
~ Sawyer.

~ He's a DS.
~ Not any more.
~ Is he even shaving yet?

I don't know, I'm gone five minutes
and the whole place goes to hell.

And what has happened
to all my cases?

Linda. Someone better have
something new for me.

A nice, juicy one too.

I was thinking you should stick
to desk duties for now.

I've done enough sitting around, sir.

I just want to get back to normal.

~ All right, sergeant.
~ Thank you, sir.

Well, if that's the case, I've
got just the job for you.

I'll make you some tea.

I'm fine.

Why don't you come
for lunch on Sunday?

What?

Lunch, Sunday.

You're a good friend, Doug,
but I don't need charity.

It's not charity.

Lydia still cooks for six -
you'd be doing me a favour.

Not to prove your point
but there's no milk.

How about a real drink?

No, I have to be going.

Suit yourself.

Perhaps you should
go easy on that stuff.

Perhaps you should
mind your business.

Look, William, what's
going on with you?

What happened last night
with Brigadier Morris?

I said I don't remember!

If you don't want to
stay for a drink...

don't.

Think about Sunday.

You're always welcome.

I love my job.

~ She looks sort of familiar, sarge.
~ Does she now?

You got a few of these tucked under
your mattress, have you, Perkins?

I haven't, I swear!

I just think I've seen her
somewhere before, that's all.

~ So she could be local.
~ Let's have a look.

These are not for a woman's
eyes, love, trust me.

Do you think I keep my eyes
shut when I take a bath?

I think she was one of the
girls from the beauty contest.

Well, if you say so.

Nobody was looking at their faces.

DI Sawyer, didn't you give this
girl a lift home last night?

Where'd you get this?

Bookshop raid.

Naughty girl. Yeah, that IS her.
I don't remember her name, though.

Oh, I can see why you
got that promotion.

Well, I'm sorry, I was more
interested in Miss Birmingham.

~ I know where they live.
~ What's the address?

I have a prior relationship,
makes more sense for me to go.

~ You can't even remember her name.
~ I want WPC Taylor to handle this.

Sir, this is my case.

And it still is.

I just think a female would show
a little more sensitivity.

Thank you, sir.

DI Sawyer?

A Mrs Epstein called for you, she
said to telephone her right away.

Thank you.

Hello, Mrs Epstein? It's Harry.

When was this?

Thank you. Bye. Thank you.

Shall we sit down?

We found some nude
photographs of you.

Oh.

I don't understand.

Where? Where did you...?

They were being illegally
sold in a local bookshop.

They were just supposed
to be glamour shots.

Modelling and auditions and stuff.

He kept wanting to see more.

Am I in trouble?

No. But the person who
sold them broke the law.

So can you tell me
who took the pictures?

Or a description maybe?
Where we could find them?

My parents would never speak
to me again if this came out.

~ Miss Reilly...
~ Please. I just want to
forget it ever happened.

Bubbe?

You'll be all right, yingele.

Yeah.

HE SOBS

Sergeant Fenton, I was on my
beat going past the schoolyard

and I found something I think
you might want to see.

Oh, yeah, what's that?

It's another naked girl, sir.

~ THEY LAUGH AND WHISTLE
~ Where'd you say you got this?

I confiscated it off
some school boys, sarge.

Right, that's it, we're
raiding Perkins' home.

THEY LAUGH It's true! I swear!

All right, shut up all of you.

This is the same room...

with a different girl.

So there's more than
one victim, sarge?

Victim?

They were forced to
strip off, were they?

I spoke to the first
girl, Helen Reilly.

She wasn't the type to
do this sort of thing

and she had no idea the
images would be sold.

Well, that's fascinating. Did she
tell you who took the pictures?

She wouldn't say, sarge.

No, she wouldn't because that's
what happens when a woman copper

does the questioning, all she
does is feel sorry for her.

~ That's not fair.
~ Fair?

Listen to me, princess,
you're only here

because of who your daddy is

and you impress me
even less than he did,

so the next time you muscle
in on a case of mine,

you better get results.

Just like you did with the
bookshop worker, sarge?

~ What did you say?
~ I heard he wouldn't talk either

and at least I don't beat
people up in the cells.

~ Who do you think you're talking to, girl?
~ All right, Fenton, calm down.

Taylor, I think it's best you
go home. Start fresh tomorrow.

Yes, sarge.

What do you mean he's
cutting our fee?

No, no, no, I'm not having it.
Where is he? I'll sort this out.

Darling, I've gone round
and round with him already,

he says ticket sales are low
and he's not working at a loss.

Look at this place,
it's full of nobodies.

Charming(!)

I'm performing for a thousand
people next week.

Go and tell him that, tell
him he's lucky to have me.

Well, of course he's
lucky to have you.

~ What is it now?
~ Manchester's off.

What? It can't be, they've
already printed the posters!

Tell me this is a joke.

I'm sorry, darling, Max Miller became
available at the last minute.

KNOCKING

I was waiting for the right
moment to tell you.

I'm here to see June.

This is my son, Harry.

Well, well, nice to finally meet you.

I need to have a word
with you in private.

It's all right, you can say it here.

Fine.

Your mother died this afternoon.
Her funeral's tomorrow.

CLOCK TICKS

I've made us an appointment
to see Dr Forester.

What?

It's at 11 tomorrow morning.
I'd like you to meet me there.

What for? Are you ill?

No, I'm not ill.

Then I don't understand.

I want to find out what's wrong...

with you.

With us. Why we can't...

Absolutely not.

I can't believe you'd even
ask me to do such a thing.

I'm not asking you, Walter.

If you want to save this
marriage, you'll be there.

LUCY LAUGHS

See you tomorrow, Janet.

~ Hi.
~ I thought you might want a lift home.

I think I really messed up
with Sergeant Fenton today.

Don't give it another thought - he's
just got a bit of a temper on him.

Best thing to do is act like
nothing ever happened.

And bring him cups of tea
- makes him feel important.

What can I get you ladies?

I'll have a cappuccino, please.

~ I'll have the same, please.
~ Coming right up.

So, what's it like working
for Chief Inspector Briggs?

You wouldn't know it to look at
him but he's an absolute darling.

And what about Sergeant Swift?

Oh, he's lovely too. And funny.

Honestly, he makes
me laugh all day long.

Well, of course he does,
he's madly in love with you.

~ He's what?
~ Oh, come on, it's so obvious.

I've seen the way he looks at you.

And he's always hanging round
your desk for no reason.

Well, they all do that.

Do you like him, though?

I've never really thought about it.

Thank you.

I bet he keeps his socks on in bed.

So what about you? Anyone special?

Tell you what, I wouldn't
boot DI Sawyer out of bed.

Neither would I. And there
wouldn't be a sock in sight.

~ It's nice place.
~ Shh!

If my landlady hears you,
I'll get kicked out.

Why'd you bring me back here, then?

Because you asked me to.

You could've said no.

~ Do you want a drink?
~ Sure.

~ Sorry, I just need to...
~ Leave it.

Do you like me?

~ What do you think?
~ No, I mean, do you really like me?

Of course I do.

~ So how long have you been married?
~ 15 years.

And you've been trying
for a baby all this time?

We've tried.

Well, it could be a fertility issue.

I don't think it's that.

~ It's just we hardly ever...
~ I see. Mrs Briggs,

frigidity is far more common
than you might think.

There's nothing to be ashamed
of, a woman's sex drive is often

no match for her husband's.

You don't understand, it's not me.

Walter, say something,
for goodness' sake.

Mr Briggs, are you unable to, um...?

I do not have to answer
these questions.

Walter, please.

Or you lack the desire, is that it?

You wouldn't be the first married
couple to experience this problem.

Hello again. Can I help?

Hi. I'm looking for
Harry, erm, DI Sawyer.

Am I in the right place?

Yes, but he's out on
a case at the moment.

Can I take a message?

No, that's OK, thanks.
I'll come back.

~ Harry.
~ Lucy, what are you doing here?

Move it.

Did I do something wrong?

(Come here.)

What are you talking about?

I woke up and you were just gone.

I didn't want to disturb you.

Listen, Lucy, it's good to see
you, but I have work to do.

I'll give you a call some time, OK?

I thought last night
meant something to you.

What do you want, a proposal?

~ Of course not, but...
~ But what?

It was my first time.

Really?

Don't you think you and your friend

are getting a little old
for the innocent act?

THEY WOLF-WHISTLE Shut up.

Sex is like anything else.

When it feels like routine,
it loses its appeal.

Don't be afraid to, um,
do things differently.

What do you mean?

Well, for instance, there are
various positions you could try.

Or perhaps on occasion, Mrs Briggs,

you could wear something
new and enticing to bed.

Or you could consider
leaving the lights on.

Sometimes all that's missing
is a little imagination.

You are a normal, healthy,
married couple.

You can enjoy yourselves
as much as you like.

And why not, hmm?

It's fun, it's free, and best of all,

it makes you live
longer. SHE CHUCKLES

DOOR OPENS DOWNSTAIRS

Harry?

Hello?

What are you doing?

What does it look like?
We have to sit Shiva.

Shiva?

Well, we're family.

We have to live under the
same roof for seven days.

Thank you, I'm well aware
of what it means.

I just think it's interesting you're
a traditionalist all of a sudden.

Can't I just mourn my mother in peace

~ without inviting ridicule from you?
~ No.

Because I know why
you're really here.

So let's save us both some time.

She left the house and
everything in it to me.

What money there is I will send
to Aunt Ruth and Uncle Joel,

because they need it, and more
importantly, they deserve it.

You can go now.

I'm not going anywhere.

Well, you're not staying
in this house.

I mean it, June, I
do not want you here!

You need a hand with
that, sir? HE GROANS

I blame you for suggesting
I take a hobby.

I meant gluing matchsticks together
or summat, not breaking your back.

Oh, hello, Douglas.

Mrs Morris.

~ Darling, I'm just off to the shops.
~ OK, dear.

I suppose you want to ask
about the other night.

William says he can't
remember why you fought.

Well, there you have it.

He was blind drunk, as usual.

Did you say something to him?

He doesn't usually
lash out like that.

I'm not one of your
suspects, Douglas.

~ I'm just trying to understand, sir.
~ There's nothing to understand.

The man's a lost cause.

Where's your boyfriend tonight?

Shouldn't you be running
around after him?

I've told him you're
my priority right now.

HE CHUCKLES

Well, there's a first for everything.

I've had just about enough
of the barbed comments, Harry.

Well, normally when you've
had enough of something,

you just up and leave,

so here's hoping.

~ I just buried my mother.
~ So did I!

It's a pity it was the wrong one.

All right, I know I wasn't
the best mother,

but believe me, neither was Lily.

Don't you dare try and
pull that trick on me.

I know exactly who Lily was and
you don't hold a candle to her.

See, this is what I'm up against.

~ She's poisoned you against me.
~ No, you did that all by yourself.

~ You didn't give a damn
about me or anybody else.
~ That's not true.

All you ever cared about
was being famous.

Do you think it was easy for me?

Trying to make something of
myself in London with no money

~ and a little boy to take care of?
~ Is that what you'd call it?

Locking me in a stranger's car while
you went to all-night parties? Hey!

At least I knew where
you were, right?

I was too young when I
had you, I couldn't cope.

~ That's why I left you here.
~ You abandoned me.

And you never looked back.

And for what?

Men like Clifford Starkey?

HE LAUGHS

I hope it was worth it.

BELL TINGS

Excuse me, I'm looking for my friend.
She was supposed to meet me.

Have you seen her? Dark hair, pretty.

~ Oh, you mean Miss Birmingham?
~ Yes, that's her.

Yeah, she was here.

You'll never guess who she left with.

That's better.

I couldn't hear myself
think over that piano.

~ LIFT BELL PINGS
~ I liked it.

That's cos young people have got
terrible taste in everything.

I like this champagne.

Then there's hope for you yet.

THEY LAUGH

Now I've been around show
business all my life, Lucy,

and I know star quality
when I see it.

~ And I think you've got what
it takes to make it all the way.
~ Oh...!

If I make some calls,

I could get you signed
to a top agent in London.

~ You'd really do that for me?
~ I'd be happy to, darlin'.

I just have to take a
few photos of you first.

If they like what they see,

well, there'll be no stopping you.

Here's your report, sarge.

Put it on there.

Night, all.

~ Good night.
~ Good night.
~ Hold on.

I wasn't here for her first shift.

Did anybody give her
a Brinford Branding?

No, we, er... Well, we didn't feel
it was appropriate any more...

I think it's long overdue, then.

~ What do you say, lads?
~ ALL: Yeah!

- Um, a Brinford Branding is
when... - I know what it is.

Right, let's get this over with.

You up first, Fletch?

All right.

ALL: Go on, Fletch! Go
on, Fletch! Go on, Fletch!

LAUGHTER

Come on!

Anyone else?

~ All right, take it easy.
~ PHONE RINGS

Hello, Brinford Police?

Helen? What's happened?

Who's with Lucy?

That's it.

Yeah. Hold that smile.

Gorgeous.

What's wrong?

Nothing, darlin', no, no.

These are all great, really great.

But I think we need to
show 'em a bit more.

~ What do you mean?
~ Come on, don't be coy,
dear, you know what I mean.

If you want to impress
casting agents,

you've got to prove you've
got what it takes.

I just don't think I can.

I thought you were serious
about becoming an actress.

I am.

It's all I've ever wanted to do.

Then prove it.

HE SIGHS

You wouldn't believe
the day I've had.

More work piling up than I'll ever
be able finish in a lifetime...

.. and then a hellish appointment
I couldn't get out of.

What appointment?

It doesn't matter.

I'm just glad I'm here.

Although,

I think it's warmer outside.
What's going on?

Well, my day was pretty awful too.

Of course, I haven't seen a penny
from the last article I wrote,

and then they're chasing
me to finish this one,

and then I ran out of change
for the gas meter.

Ah.

But at least I feel like
a true Red as I work.

It's like Vladivostok in here.

Well, would you accept a shilling
from a filthy capitalist?

Oh, absolutely.

What would you do without me?

Good girl.

Lovely.

Let's see a bit more.

You're beautiful, Lucy.

Oh, a real knockout.

Go on, then.

~ I'm leaving.
~ What?

What, you...

You can't just go.

Lucy, sweetheart, come on.

~ Hey! We ain't finished.
~ Let me go!
~ RAPID KNOCKING

~ Open up, it's the police!
~ What's going on?!

I should ask you the same thing.

~ Are you all right?
~ Hey!

Do you know who I am?

This is a private room - you've
got no right to be here.

I guess everything's not
so... tickety-boo, then.

I didn't hear you come up last night.

I thought you'd gone.

I didn't sleep.

Those things you said...

Look, I'm sorry, all right?

~ I'd had a lot to drink.
~ No, I deserved it.

I was upset about Bubbe. I shouldn't
have taken it out on you.

You were right.

All my life, I've been chasing a
dream and look where it's got me.

I should have been here with you.

I'm going to leave Clifford.

And then what?

I don't know.

I'll probably head back to London.

Try and sort some things out.

Well...

.. you don't have to go right away.

It's Shiva.

Margaret?

~ SHE WHIMPERS
~ Margaret!

MUFFLED CRIES

PHONE RINGS

I'm looking forward to telling June
exactly what kind of man you are.

Wake up, sonny.

You think she didn't
know what I was up to?

June don't care where
the money comes from,

as long as she gets to spend it.

Who's June?

None of your business.

~ Hurry up with those statements.
~ Yes, sarge.

Perkins,

how come Taylor's at your desk?

She just took it, sarge.

~ Then take it back.
~ You saw what she did to Fletcher.

June?

June?

MUFFLED WHIMPERING AND GASPING

MUFFLED SCREECHING AND SHOUTING

GUNSHOT