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Whoa.

Hey, man,

he had his hands up.

All right, George?

Can you hear us, George?

Call an ambulance.

Aaah-aah-aah!

Aaaaaaah!

'ello, 'ello, 'ello.

HUA 222B.

- 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.

Faah! Eh, where'd you get that done,

Shields Fish Market? - Shut up, man.

Ow! Shh, shh, shh.

So sorry. Sorry, I think he's heard.

- Nah, look at him, man.

He's just havin' 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.

There you are.

Just going home to the wife.

Lives next door.

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

You do know what "10 bob" means, don't you,

in Cockney rhyming slang?

Yes, and the women charge 10 bob for one.

Right.

Well, a bet's a bet, Rachel.

Have you ever used a brothel?

Have I ever paid for sex?

You're jokin'. No, I haven't.

No? - No.

Hmm, just 'cause, I dunno,

I read in Women's Own 1 in 3 men has bought sex.

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

And 1 in 4 women has done it for money.

Well, all married women do it for money,

sooner or later, don't they?

Here we go.

Right, come on then.

Excuse me.

Can I just have a quick word, there,

please, sir?

Police.

There you are. Rachel.

Are you aware you're about to enter

a brothel, there, sir?

- Is that illegal in Durham?

No, it's not illegal, no, but running one is,

and we're doing our best to discourage it, right?

- Aye, prosecuting the girls doesn't work,

so we've decided to publish the names of the customers.

- Very commendable.

In the paper.

- Name and address, please, sir.

Back off,

Sergeant.

Now.

Right, come on.

Rachel.

Oi! Where's he from?

- CID across the river. Get in.

Well, what's his name?

Doesn't matter.

Right, shall we go? - Sorry, so, what,

one rule for policemen and one for everyone else?

- No, no, it's just

he wasn't breaking the law, Rachel, all right?

So let's just drop... - Well, he should still go

in the paper. He's a servin' police officer, man.

He shouldn't be usin' prostitutes.

Will you shut your face, Rachel, please!

I'll make me own way home.

John, don't take risks, please.

- All right, all right.

Always ring first,

even if I'm expectin' you.

- All right, promise.

The kids are at me mam's.

We don't have to be quiet.

And we've got all night.

- Gemma.

Shh, let's not waste time talking.

No no no no. Gemma, listen.

I just met your husband.

- How?

It was just a freak thing, you know?

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 ya.

Out there, Sarge.

- What's she sellin', lucky heather, clothes pegs?

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

She says she's been raped.

You're jokin'.

Where's Gently?

I haven't seen him.

- Well, that's a shame.

She could've wasted his time instead of mine.

Right, give me five minutes to get a cup of tea.

All right.

Excuse me.

Excuse me! Mr. Gently!

Where on Earth do you think you're going?

- To work.

Right, Tina.

I'm all ears.

Who's been rapin' ya, then, pet?

There were three of them.

- Where are we?

In The Dun Cow.

It's a pub in Peterlee.

Yeah, sorry. Yeah, we know.

Right, so there's four of ya sittin' in The Dun Cow.

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

I was on me own.

- Drinkin' on your own?

Not against the law, is it?

- No, 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?

Tina, I'm going to stop you right there, pet,

'cause if you are wasting my time,

I'm going to be very, very upset with ya.

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 talkin' with some friends

and I just 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 ya?

Aye, 'cause 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 stoppin'.

- 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?

- 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, Inspector.

- 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 ya in the carpark, was it?

- Yes.

Only, Tina, look, you said, ten minutes ago,

that you weren't sure because he grabbed you from behind.

Yeah, that's right.

Oh, God, I don't know.

It was one of them, wasn't it?

Do you want a cup of tea, Tina?

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?

Aw, here comes the waterworks.

Prostitution is not a crime.

- Well, solicitin' is.

Three times in five years?

Literally been asking for it.

And then charging money for it.

I didn't mention what I do for a living

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

I mean, these three lads,

they were not clients.

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

- What is it you want, Rachel?

Shall we get Pan's People in here?

Huh?

How about that cuppa tea?

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

Where's my sergeant? - Number 1, sir.

And you've done it before,

haven't you, Tina, pet, accused men of rape?

You did it two years ago.

That was a client.

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

This is Mrs. Tina Hall.

She's 45 year old, or so she says.

She lives in Peterlee.

She's a known prostitute, sir.

She got convictions here

for solicitin' and disturbin' 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 multistory carpark.

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, right,

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, huh?

Youse are all bastards.

Temper, temper, Tina.

Oi. That's enough.

You know, 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?

"You had your warning."

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 favor of equality.

You're not, though, all.

All.

You're not all in favor.

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. Okay, well, my mistake. I do apologize.

I'm just saying there will be a reason.

Aye, there was.

I better get back, sir.

What was his name?

Well, Sgt Bacchus wouldn't say,

but I looked him up through his number plate.

His name's Walter Nunn.

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

What we gonna do, Gem?

- We're going to be practical, John.

The kids need a mum and a dad.

And he loves them.

He loves me, in his way.

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

He's an arse, Gemma.

- Well, he wouldn't be callous enough

to do what I'm doin'; I know that.

You sure about that?

- Positive.

Can we not talk about my husband,

John, please?

Ahem.

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.

- Oh.

I'd finish it off myself, but, I'm not 100 at the moment, so.

- What's the matter with you?

Oh, 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.

- Goodnight.

Or maybe I'm not going home.

Gently.

Yeah, it's ugly.

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 the 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.

Ever 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 tire marks anywhere.

So I want 10 doing fingertip searches,

looking for clothing, jewelry, 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?

Now, we currently have no missing persons

that remotely fit the bill.

We have no idea who this young woman is

and we won't know how she met her end

'til they finish with her downstairs.

Assume nothing.

Right, on you go.

Why is she working in here?

- She's working for me.

Workin' what?

Who's Walter Nunn?

He's an inspector at Tynemouth nick.

- With a free pass to visit brothels?

Well, you don't need

a pass, do ya, guv? It's not illegal.

- Oh, really?

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

Unless, of course, you got a warrant card in your pocket.

- Maybe he was on official business, sir.

Well, was he or wasn't he?

I didn't ask.

They're ready for you, sir.

Thank you.

Thanks, Rachel.

What is this work he's getting you to do?

- I haven't got all day, John.

You were right:

strangulation.

Sometime late, night before last,

I'd say between 10:00 pm and 2:00 am.

I'm pretty sure

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.

I mean, if I were being raped,

personally, I'd let him get on with it,

rather than fight back and risk being hurt badly.

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."

Well, yeah, 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?

Oh, she had her appendix out about 10 years ago.

- Ah, right. Well that narrows it down to about 5 million.

How long are dental records taking, these days?

Oh, needle in a haystack. Weeks, months.

Thank you.

I've gone back nearly 5 years,

lookin' 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,

usually 'cause the victim decided not

to go through with givin' evidence.

So 10 went to court, resulting in 8 convictions,

and 2 of those convictions ended in noncustodial sentences.

Are you telling me that, in 5 years,

only 6 men went to prison for rape?

Mm-hmm.

They got between 9 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?

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 tellin' 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.

- All right. Don't ask questions in this building,

or in any other nick, for that matter.

He'd be on to us in 10 minutes.

- Yes, sir.

I think my guvnor's on to us, you know.

Well, not us, me.

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

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

Hey, 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 will kill me, if he finds out

I've started smoking again.

- What would he do if he found out about this?

Kill us both, probably.

- Why would you say that?

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

Me and the man, first; then the kids; then himself.

- Why did you marry this bloke?

'Cause he made us laugh.

Do you still have sex with him?

- Yes.

Just not very often.

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

I love you, Gemma.

It's never happened to me before.

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

- Young girl, mid-20s, goes missin', about a week ago.

Nobody reports it. What does that tell ya?

What's that tell me?

What does that tell ya?

No friends, no family.

Possibly.

No job, possibly.

Or...? - Or the dead girl wasn't

from round here. - Right.

Is that it?

Well, if she wasn't from round here, guv,

therefore, she must be...? - Visiting.

Visitin'. But nobody's reported her

not arriving, either.

- Passing through, then.

Right, the train station is 3 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?

- Well, 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 better be good.

Netties, guv. - What?

Netties, the toilets.

If you're passin' through on a train,

you don't need to get off for a wee, do ya?

If you're passing through on a coach, however,

you've got no choice in the matter. You have to get off,

in the clothes that you're standing up in, right?

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

then it leaves without ya,

taking all of your belongings with it.

- Yeah, well.

It's worth asking the question, innit?

- 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 halfway through the morning.

- Why am I yawnin'? Why are you always yawnin'?

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 you 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.

Guv, 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 havin' affairs, eh?

Go on, have a guess. - 148.

Scores of 'em, John.

Detectives, couldn't keep their zips up.

You're completely wrong about this, guv.

Yeah? Oh, well, that's fine, then.

Right, Rachel,

got a nice little job for ya.

I want you to go to the coach... - 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 me sodding holidays.

Just get me the number, will ya?

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?

Ohh.

Married, with two kids, you said?

Yeah, four and three.

Do you want us to find out more about Walter Nunn,

like who his friends are or...? - No, 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?

Durham is leaving now.

Ladies and gents, it's leaving now.

Hurry along there.

Oi.

Other side, please.

- Sorry, I just need to have a quick...

This is my side;

that's your side.

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

Use the one in the waiting room.

This one's mine.

Ah-ah, no, you don't touch.

This one's mine.

All right? Good.

Is this office manned at night?

'Til 11:00.

By who?

- Me, usually.

Thursday nights?

Every night, except Sundays. - Why not Sundays?

'Cause there's... - No buses on Sunday. Right, yes.

Last Thursday night, were you here?

I just told ya.

Right, so there's three busses

that get in between 10:00 and half-past 2:00, right?

The Edinburgh-London, the London-Edinburgh,

Edinburgh-Manchester.

- Eh, good reader.

Is this appropriate, this, here? Is it? Hmm?

If you like pictures of nude women.

- Ah, but the public, though, comin' in here, seein' them.

Hmm? 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, mousy hair.

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

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, Mr. Gently.

I manage that myself.

- 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.

Now, John could go a long way in the police service,

but, every now and again,

he makes a serious error of judgment.

And you are the latest.

Look.

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,

but what am I supposed to do?

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

- You silence it, Gem.

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 is Stuart MacMillan.

He's a boring little fart, a 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 10:00.

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

so 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 dunno.

He wanted the fruit

for some rare glucose- deficiency thing. I dunno.

Looks like a clown to me.

- Has he confessed?

No, not yet.

Hey.

Was I right, or was I right?

- Sarge.

Edinburgh has

a Janice Ballard, aged 30. - Oh?

She left home to go back to work in Manchester.

She usually gets the coach.

They're going to stick 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.

Comes in, you know,

and asked us if she can use the toilet,

'cause 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?

Battin' her eyelids at us and makin' suggestions.

She was askin' for it.

Where are you, at this point?

I'm still in the office.

I've locked the door, like.

- Coach has already left, has it?

Nah, it stops for half an hour

so's the driver can get his dinner.

- 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 me lap and starts sort of

squirming, you know, like a... stripper.

Yeah, like a dirty bloody stripper.

Gyratin' in me face.

Nearly lose control?

I lost control.

And then did you find...?

Tell us in your own words, Stuart.

What happened next, exactly?

I cannot exactly remember.

I pushed her on the floor and then I had me way with her

and then I killed her. I killed her.

How?

How'd you kill her, Stuart?

With me bare hands.

What'd you do with the body?

I cannot remember.

Where did you put her, Stuart?

I put her in the river.

- In the river?

No, uh, beside it.

- What did you do with the clothes?

I set fire to them.

God forgive us.

God forgive us what I've done.

Me picture will be in the paper and me mam'll be ashamed of us!

- Ahem.

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

We'd better get him fitted

by the police surgeon. - Oh, come on. No no.

Yeah, to be safe.

We're going to be here 'til Christmas, man.

Right, yes, he's a clown,

but he's not crackers.

You led him too much. - What?!

Yes. Yes. - Me?! No no no no.

I never mentioned rape. I never mentioned 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, okay.

Let's wait for the photo, 'til you charge him, all right?

Fine. - Okay.

Has anybody warned you about this, Mr. Gently?

A lumbar puncture is a very painful procedure.

- So I understand.

Look, I wouldn't subject you to it

if there were 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?

Hello?

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

I can't see you anymore, John.

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

I'll write ya.

I'm sorry.

You been messin' around

with me life, Bacchus? - With your wife?

Life! Me 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, all right.

Clear? - Yeah, clear.

You want to get a deadlock 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. Goodnight.

Morning, John.

- Not for me, it's not.

Walter Nunn paid me a visit last night.

Ohh, 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 me 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, while you're in charge.

Question:

why are you and Rachel investigatin' 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

the other night because you were mates,

but, ha, 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 5 years

and he never brought one charge to court.

Not one.

That bothers you, does it?

Doesn't it bother you, John?

Yeah.

Well, 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.

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.

Do you understand?

Good.

Now, we are investigating a second murder.

Another young woman.

- No, no, no.

I know you people and your tricks.

Youse got somebody for one thing

and then, youse put the blame on them for other things.

It makes youse look good.

- What?

What, you think

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.

And if the answer's no,

that's the end of it.

Never seen her before in me 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 ya?

Sergeant.

- You.

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've compromised yourself

with this woman and you're not thinking straight.

What are you talking about, what woman?

Oh, for God's sake, John, really.

You know.

- Well, yes. Of course I know.

Of course you know. How do you know?

- Because I make it my business to know.

You've been to see her, haven't ya?

Haven't ya?

You've been to see her.

Stay away from her, John.

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

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

- Don't you dare. 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.

You know, I wanted to be a policewoman

when I was a little lass. Anything in uniform, actually.

That's 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, you know, 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's quite badly hurt inside.

I think we can assume she said no.

- Right. Thank 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 would like to apologize.

- 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 gettin' raped by a client

and you find yourself talkin' to one of your regulars.

- Are we talking

about Insp Nunn, Tina?

That's a serious allegation, that.

Huh? You said I wasn't in trouble.

- No. - No, no.

No, no. I'm guaranteeing that.

So, was Insp Nunn one of your regular clients?

Mm-hmm, still is.

What was his attitude

to your complaint?

"You were askin' for it."

Because of what you do for a living?

No, 'cause 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.

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 ya.

I should've. I'm sorry.

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

He just didn't believe you about the violence?

Was 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,

puttin' his hands around your throat,

were you face-up or face-down?

Face-down.

Well, look at the facts: we saw Nunn here

around the same time as Janice Ballard was murdered.

I mean, it's no distance.

And, apparently, he likes to choke women from behind.

- Rachel, do you hear what you're sayin'?

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

- I'm not sayin' anything, actually.

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

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

He did what? - He didn't want his name

dragged through the mud for visitin' a brothel.

Well, did he not know you were trying to protect him?

Rachel, enough, will ya! - 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 victimizing him?

Now, Rachel, you 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 'cause I was with her"?

'Cause 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.

How do you know that?

Because she was with you.

Where, exactly?

- Her place.

In his bed?

And where did she think he was?

- Working.

She trusts him. - Mm-hmm.

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.

Sounds pretty solid.

- All 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 ya 10 bob.

Well, we saw him go into his house, didn't we, huh?

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? - Look, do you mind

if I don't waste any more of me time today, please?

I don't mind what you do, Sergeant.

- Good.

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

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

Really don't have a home to go to, do you, Rachel?

Actually, I do, and I'm going to go there,

just as soon as I've finished me work.

Very good. I'm going to mine.

Right, fine. Night-night.

Sir.

Hello? - Hello.

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

Don't get us started.

Can you just check a vehicle for us, please?

Certainly. - 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?

Oh, hello, there.

- Oh, lovely.

Now, the street will think I'm runnin' a knockin' shop.

No, I'll be quick.

Do you have a Mr. Alan Salt livin' here or stayin' here?

He owns a white Ford Zephyr.

- Try next door, love.

Place is full of men, and whores, and all.

One pair of knickers between them.

His car's actually registered in Leeds,

but I saw it pulling up here a few...

This isn't Leeds, though, is it?

If you could just bear with us, 'cause 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 walkin' down this path

two Thursday nights ago.

I live alone with me 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.

- 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.

- Uh...

Why, John?

- Gem. I...

What, I dump ya, so you frame Walter?

- No. No no no, no.

I thought you were better than that.

- Eh, listen, it wasn't me, Gem. It wasn't.

Oh, God, will you stop hidin' behind your boss?

You're just a snivelin' little coward.

You're not half the man Walter is.

- Gemma, please.

Never come anywhere near me, ever again

in your pathetic little life. - No no no, Gem.

Gem.

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?

- Well, that was my fault, sir.

I made a... sudden movement.

- What sort of sudden movement?

Well, I...

I punched Sgt 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 assaultin' a police officer.

He lived in Gateshead, in those days.

- So you're saying that there's two blokes called...

Will you listen to us?

The policeman had stopped him to ask about a serious 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.

So what are you going to do after you've nicked me job,

then, Rachel, hmm?

You gonna surgically remove me balls, are ya?

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, no, not you, love.

You've got Tina Hall coming in, remember?

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

Ah, never mind.

Perhaps you can get together and talk about men, eh?

"Oh, bloody men!"

Huh? Cuppa tea, get your knitting patterns out.

"Ooh, men." - John!

Behave yourself with these women.

- Oh, I will, I will.

No, I feel quite sorry for them, actually.

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

Sad cases, really.

- 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, by the way?

- Yes. Of course they do.

Why do ya ask?

Just wonderin'.

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.

Her husband's always there. He's unemployed, so.

Best he never knows.

Is that why she has to do it?

- Gets her out the house.

That's 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.

Thank you. - Yeah, well, do come again,

Sergeant. Next time you're off-duty.

Needn't cost you a penny.

No, thanks.

Don't pay for sex.

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

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 Nuns in my line, Inspector.

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

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

She knew we were coming. You know that, don't ya?

- Oh, yeah.

Walter Nunn warned her,

told her to deny any knowledge that he's a customer.

You do know that, don't ya?

- Okay, go on.

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

- Well, 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've married a rapist/murderer.

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

and we've given him a perfect cover story

for visitin' a brothel.

I visited the brothel as part of me 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 meself... in part.

So I decided to do something about it.

I trawled through the files, threw up Alan Salt,

a man regularly visitin' the area,

known to frequent prostitutes.

A man with cautions for curb crawlin'

and a conviction for assault.

- Now, that's 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?

And 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?

Puttin' 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 me wife would tell lies?

You don't know me wife, Inspector.

Hmm.

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 10:00 pm and 2:00 am

on the night that Janice was murdered?

Gently, Gently.

Why are you doin' this?

It's me career, me 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.

Me wife is me alibi.

Bring her in. She'll tell ya.

I was with Gemma all night.

You seem very confident of her.

We love one another

and neither of us tells lies.

Tina.

Did Insp 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 Insp Nunn, is it?

Lies.

- No.

He was a regular customer of mine.

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

- Thank you, Tina.

You gonna take the word of a poxy tart?

Guv, guv. Hey hey hey hey.

Stop it, stop it.

Guv, stop it.

Did you see that, Constable?

No, sir.

- Well, 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.

Well, what did you call 'em?

I called one Iris, one, Colleen;

and there's one,

she calls herself Monica.

Go home, Inspector.

You will be hearing from me again.

So, it wasn't him

that's done in

that little Scots lass, then?

He's a toerag, 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 okay, Tina?

- Normal night for me,

except for youse lot scarin' off the trade.

Thank you.

Always happy to help a policeman.

Right.

Back to work, Tina.

Eerie.

Déjà vú.

- 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 the killer.

She'd be dead, wouldn't she?

Loads of blokes call themselves "Mr. Smith."

Where's Tina?

This is Gently. We've lost Tina.

Look out for a white Zephyr.

We'll do that, sir.

Oh, God, what have I done?

You know, there was no need to hit us, man.

I was only makin' conversation with ya.

- You were wasting my time.

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

Where we going? - Somewhere quiet.

Have I had you before?

No.

What-what's your name?

You can call me Mr. Smith.

Rachel Coles. Go ahead.

Suspect seen headed toward the river.

Roger that. - Wasn't your fault, guv.

He's been seen headin' towards the riverside.

- Right.

Rachel, you go with him.

All units, hold back.

Sir.

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

Aah! Aah! Aaaaah!

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.

Eh eh eh eh eh.

Uff! Uhh!

Tina, are you all right?

Just don't leave us here in the dark.

- No, I won't. I won't. It's all right.

Aah!

Oi.

- Ohh!

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.