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- ♪ Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪

- Ay-up, my
peoples. We're live.

And we're in your
ears all night long

with the grooviest new tunes,

the bossest beats,

and the far-out 45s.

This is Billy King,

here as ever with my wing
man, Mr. Patt Garrett.

And trust me when I say

tonight is gonna be a gas!

I see we also have a gorgeous
guest joining us here.

In the three years
we've been broadcasting,

this girl has showered us
with letters, requests,

and more meat-filled pies
than any human should eat.

And now I see her, listeners,

this is one
fiery-haired foxy lady.

Coming to you live from a
tip-top secret location,

we're everyone's
favourite pirate station.

This is Radio Catherine.

- ♪ Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪

- And you, Mr. Pirate, are about
to walk your own bleeding plank.

Can you hear this?

- You mind if we get this
over with, Mr. Greybone?

It's really not a police matter.

And being blunt, there's
a pint with my name on it

waiting at The Spitfire.

♪ ...wearing shades ♪

- ♪ So bright, yeah,
she's so bright ♪

- ♪ She's so pretty, I
hope she never fades ♪

- ♪ She's so bright,
yeah, she's so bright ♪

♪ Falling in love with you ♪

This can't be right.

They were here! I
was sure this time!

- ♪ ...baby,
who'll help you see the light ♪

"Radio Catherine woz here.

Catch us next time."

Aah!

- That was Queenmakers
with "Out of Sight."

One for all those poor GPO boys
who are still trying to find us.

Good luck, fellas. We
admire your spirit.

Speaking of which,

I can see old Patt's
having a tipple.

You want some coffee
with that whisky, mate?

Doctor's orders, people.

Whenever I hear an
annoying voice in my ear.

- Oh, it's a nasty
condition, that.

I think they call
it granddad-itus.

- Oh? Nice come-back.

Okay. Don't touch your
dials. Nothing's wrong.

It's just Aerial Static
with their new single.

Enjoy.

- ♪ Oh, that girl has
gotten really mean ♪

♪ Oh, that girl has gotten... ♪

Mr. Garrett.

Uh, I just want to say
I'm a really big fan.

You walking off
the Light Program

when they wouldn't let
you choose records,

it was amazing.

Thanks, baby.

Well, you know,

if only integrity paid
a little bit better.

Oi, Arnie?

Uh, these headphones
are buzzing.

Sort it out.

So, Peggy.

What do you think
of our humble abode?

- Oh, I can't believe I'm
here. I listen every night.

- Well, you should stick around,
wait for me to come off air.

I'll show you how
everything works.

I'll push the buttons,
you can twiddle the knobs.

- Thanks, but Dad doesn't really
like me being out late, so...

- Mr. Greybone, I will not
waste police resources.

- Horses? Why
would we need them?

- Resources. Police resources.

He's hard of hearing.

Ideal for a GPO engineer
tracing radio broadcasts.

- What exactly have
they done wrong?

- Well, um, technically,
Radio Catherine are in breach

of the Wireless
Telegraphy Act of 1949.

Though many people
argue that the act's

no longer fit for purpose.

- You won't be
laughing when I get

my proper direction
finding gear.

Until then...

you hear owt, you
contact me here.

I'll take care of it,
even if nobody else does!

- You know Peggy writes to
that station twice weekly.

She'd never forgive you.

- ♪ I got that tingle in my
fingers, feeling in my back ♪

♪ Now we're moving in
the right direction ♪

- ♪ Moving in the
right direction ♪

- ♪ Diamonds on my fingers
and heels on the track ♪

- And this is the Control Room,
where Arnie works his magic.

Our technical guru,

and the true pirate
of the station.

Ahoy, there!

Sorry 'cause of
the pirate thing.

- Arnie, these headphones
are still buzzing.

Stop boring Peggy and fix them.

- Y-Yeah. S-Sorry,
Bill. Leave it with me.

- We're all a little
bit tense here.

Lately, we've had to
move the studio more

to avoid getting caught.

And we can't afford
proper mobile equipment.

- Will Radio Catherine
be all right?

- Between you and me,
we're signing a deal later

that's gonna take
care of everything.

♪ Everywhere you go ♪

- To a promising
future... together.

Are we missing someone?

- Oh. Arnie's showing
out our guest.

- Well, this boy from
Mwanza never thought

he'd own part of
a radio station.

- And I'm sorry about
all the secrecy,

but I promise, once
this has gone through,

I have big ideas to
solve all our problems.

Oh! I'll drink to that.

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

- I have to say, you two make one
hell of a husband-and-wife team.

And getting this fellow
on board, game changer.

Am I wrong?

Well...

I can't stay. Got a thing.

- And you...
- Mm-hmm.

You have a late show to do.

♪ Everywhere you go ♪

- Ay-up. It's that time again.

You, me, and some groovy
tunes to round off the day.

It's "Bedtime With
Billy." Let's go!

- ♪ I heard a noise
from the outside ♪

♪ A kind of noise
that you love ♪

♪ A kind of party
that sounds so brave ♪

♪ Attraction from them... ♪

♪ It's time for fun ♪

♪ It's time to dance ♪

♪ Let's go, let's go ♪

♪ Let's go ♪

♪ Let's go, let's go ♪

- My compadres have
all gone to bed.

So let's see-in that witching
hour together, all on our own.

Ah.

I think I may have a visitor.

Uh, you enjoy this
track, my peoples,

while I reach out
and make contact.

Speak on the flip-side.

Yes, miss. Take a seat.

Oh, Cathy. What's happened?

- It's...
- It... It's Billy.

I saw the colour on
him. I just knew.

Compass.

Not exactly the time for
orienteering, Sister?

Who saw him last?

Um, me, I think.

I said goodnight
to him about 10:00.

He always does the
late show on his own.

- Does he always take
those when he does it?

- Uppers. When
he's tired, yeah.

- Well, no obvious
signs of a forced entry.

No signs of a struggle.

Likely amphetamine-induced
heart attack.

- I'm afraid Colin the Compass
has something to say about that.

- Does he?
- Yes, he does. Observe.

Spark burns to the
fingertips of the right hand

to the left lateral
anterior forearm.

Acute impact bruise
to the left cheek.

And last, but
certainly not least,

- his watch has stopped.
- Huh?

- I'll let Colin do the
talking. Look at this.

- This watch is highly magnetised.
- Ah.

- The result of a large
charge passing through it.

- So he was...
- Electrocuted, yes.

The spark burns likely to be

entry and exit
points of the charge.

- Though I fail to see how...
- What? No.

See, I designed everything

so accidents like
that can't happen.

- Which is precisely
what I feared.

Foul play. How shocking.

- Hmm.
- Oh! No.

How long were you married?

Um, about three years.

As long as the
station's been going.

We ran away from
home to start it.

- Arnie came with us.
- Hmm?

Yeah, we all went
to the same school.

And you, Patt?

- I'm just the delicious
cherry on the cake, baby.

They talked me into
joining a few months back

when they were serious
about expanding.

- But Billy was a bit rude
towards you, wasn't he?

- Listen, I've got
nothing to hide.

I didn't like him.

Big fish, small pond.

He leeched off my profile and
then did everything he could

to protect his meagre,
little limelight.

It's textbook.

- Not a problem for
you anymore, though.

- There was a note
in Billy's pocket.

Hmm.

The Spitfire. 12:00 p.m.

Mean anything?

- I don't know.
- Thank you, Harry.

- The landlord said
that Billy King was here

yesterday, midday.

And he was with an
older gentleman.

Red face, moustache,
and very grumpy.

- Now, that sounds
remarkably familiar.

Yeah.

Hm.

What do you know, the
handwriting matches.

- Now, hang on. It's
not what you think.

What is it, then?

It's, um...

It's, um...

I wanted my colleagues to
think I'd cracked it meself.

Your colleagues?

- You think I don't know
what they say behind my back?

Pathetic old git. Can't
hear. Can't do his job.

Can't even keep hold of
his own wife and kid.

I had a nervous
breakdown, alright?

Now I'm a ruddy laughing stock.

And that Billy The Flippin'
Whatsit is mocking me,

constantly laughing in my face.

- That still doesn't
explain this.

- So, um, out of the blue, he
gets a message to me at work

asking to talk with whatever
GPO guys are chasing him.

And you don't find that odd?

- He claimed he was
done with it all,

done with the others.

What choice did I have?

So, um...

I left that in their
PO box to meet.

Okay, then what happened?

He turns up bold as brass.

He gave me their
secret address to raid.

And I fell for it,
hook, line, and sinker.

- You mean the abandoned
barn we raided last night?

Aye.

Billy King set me up
to look a prize tit.

You should know, you were there.

It was all a bloody trick.

- I came as soon as I heard.
How are you all holding up?

Just... numb.

Gabriel, I know that
this changes things.

When we signed, Radio
Catherine was just...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa. Just hold on, now.

You're the talk of
the town out there.

Radio Catherine's
on everyone's lips,

so as far as I'm concerned,
nothing's changed.

Provided you can
keep it together.

Can we talk out there?

Oh, holy shortwave radio!

Sorry, Sister, I
forgot you were there.

I think I've dirtied your habit.

- Oh, the old girl's had
far worse, believe me.

I once had to say a
hundred hail Marys

for staining my wimple
with black ferric oxide.

Should I ask?

It's a fine powder.

Sticks to the natural
oils secreted by the skin.

Most effective for
extracting fingerprints.

- I could listen to
you forever, baby.

Hey, we may need you for the...

When we break the
news to the listeners.

You know, spiritual support.

You ever thought about
taking up the mic?

Papal people!

We are convent radio,
with the biggest bundle

of Biblical belters
coming your way.

And this is for all the
Sisters in the house.

Sister?

Sister?

You done?

- Um, just two
teeny, tiny moments.

- What's that?
- Oh.

I'm connecting the desk to the
farmhouse's old phone lines.

Thought we might want
to do a-a call-in.

Console listeners, you know.

- D'you... D'you think
you'll carry on after this?

I don't know, Peg.

Silly, really.

Whenever I'm tired or
feeling a bit blue,

all I need is to
hear that jingle,

and it's like I'm
with friends again.

Don't know what I'd do
without my Catherine.

Yeah. I feel the same.

Hey.

Impressive rendering, Sister.

Oh, thank you, Sam.

You know, I, uh, painted

St. Vincent's charity
Christmas cards one year.

Though, come to think of
it, we did get questions

about why the donkey seemed
to be eating baby Jesus.

- Fascinating. Wh-What
are we looking at?

- Oh, right. Um, yes. Well,
it's a simple circuit.

So Billy sits in his
chair and he presses

the push to talk
microphone button

to speak to the Control Room.

What he doesn't realise
is that the microphone

is wired to the live mains,

while the bottom of his metal
chair is wired to earth.

So, when he grabs
the microphone,

he completes the circuit.

Zap.

So it was an inside job?

- Yes, well, logic
would suggest so.

Someone with the
appropriate skills

who knew their way
around that studio.

Well, Gabriel Viegas,

he has an alibi, which
we're checking out.

But we need more
information on the others.

I'll run backgrounds.

You know The Bugle are doing
a feature on Radio Catherine?

Ah. Well, Button?

I'm sure Norman
would love a visit.

- Norman Whalley?
Oh, no, sir, please.

Duty calls, Constable.

Now, Patt Garrett
loathed Billy King

'cause he undermined him on air.

Cathy Bright, she seemed
more shocked than upset,

considering how fresh
her marriage was.

And Arnie Cuningham...

- Arnie Cuningham is the only
one who clearly had the know-how.

Mm.

Um, there was one more thing.

The bruise on
Billy's left cheek,

it's not from the fall.

It appears to be caused

by a distinctive
square-shaped signet ring.

Ah.

I looked up to him.

I mean, chubby nerds
into electronics

don't tend to fare well
with school bullies.

So...

Billy took me under his wing.

Gave me some tiny
semblance of cool.

- Is that why you
gave him a black eye?

It wasn't about me.

It... It was... It... It...

It was about Cathy.

Night, mate.

That night, after Gabriel
left, I saw them arguing.

- Seriously? Gabriel's
just in a minute left,

and you're bringing
this up again?

- It was like...

It was like he wasn't
even pretending anymore.

- Where were you? Why can't
you just be honest with me

and tell me you were
off with some floozy?

- Alright, just give
it a rest, woman.

I just saw red.

It's not right, mate.

The stuff you're
doing behind her back.

I-It's horrible.
It's... It's... It's...

- It's... It's. You're
a stuttering loser.

And Cathy needs to get
into her thick head

that if I want to see
other girls, then I will.

First time I ever hit someone,

and it felt horrible.

After that, I went
out to the van alone.

It's where I sleep, in the back.

I know I should have
said something before.

It's just, I felt so bad.

- Tell me something.
This tiff you overheard,

was it about his
behaviour in general,

or had Billy done
something specific?

- It was on there
when he got back.

Let's just say it's
not my shade of red.

Or my perfume, for that matter.

Not exactly discreet.

- When we ran away from
home, I was so happy.

Free from my
domineering parents,

free from that trap of a life.

It was a whirlwind.

But once Catherine
was up and running,

that whirlwind kind
of blew itself away.

Being adored by me was
never going to be enough.

Fans of the female variety?

At first, I tried to ignore it.

And then he stopped
even trying to hide it.

There was no love
left in this marriage.

Only his ego and me
trying to manage it.

Well, why not just leave him?

- Like I said to
the local paper,

we started Radio
Catherine together.

I would never, ever
just walk away.

WPC Button!

Hi! Y-You're...

I mean... I mean,
come in. Sit.

You're looking very...

Uh, mm, sorry. Uh, how
can... How can I help you?

It's about Radio Catherine.

- Ah, Billy King's
untimely death.

- I know The Bugle's
been doing a feature.

I wondered if we
could share notes?

People's backgrounds?
That sort of thing?

- W-W-Work together?
- Well, not in so many words.

- Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah.

Uh, I mean...

Yeah, yeah, sh-should
be... Should be fine.

Uh, just give me
a couple of hours.

I'll compile some stuff.

Uh, maybe we could discuss
it over a cola-rama?

Um, a-a drink, I mean.
Just, um, a-a normal drink.

- Are these what
I think they are?

Recordings? Yeah.

I've got every show
from the last two weeks.

Right.

- Uh, you enjoy this
track, my peoples,

while I reach out
and make contact.

Speak on the flip-side.

- The point at which he used
the push-to-talk button.

Now, I've listened
a number of times.

Dig out the old ear wax.

There's something
juicy in there.

While she rewinds,

I got my hands on the
Radio Catherine contract

from Gabriel Viegas.

Um, I was thinking maybe

it might show us some
disagreements or...

Good work.

And pray silence.

Now, on listening, it's
evident Billy safely used

the push-to-talk button
on his microphone

just before cueing this song.

He used it to say goodnight
to Cathy in the Control Room.

- As she told us.
- Precisely.

Then he cues this
song, a 10-minute jam,

in his parlance, to,
um, "make a pit stop."

- Go to the gents.
- Deduction...

Our electrical executioner
primed the trap

- sometime during the song.
- How can you be sure?

- Well, because the studio
microphones were live.

Listen...

Incredible.

What is that? Metal?

- I have absolutely no idea.
- Why is that good?

- Well, because what
I do know is this.

Identify that sound, and
I'll identify our killer.

- How do you propose
to do that, exactly?

Spiritual
counselling.

How exhilarating.

Though I can't deny
a few butterflies

in the old bread basket.

- Just speak naturally.
Enjoy yourself.

You okay there, Patt?

I'm terribly sorry, baby.

Not been centre
stage for a while.

I can't seem to get my
proverbial together.

- Okay, well, hurry up,
because we are in your hands.

And don't forget to big up
the big news landing tomorrow.

Call it a-a special show.

We have a huge
announcement to make.

- Problem, Sister?
- Oh, no, no.

Just, um, settling
in.

Okay, this is it.

We're going on air
in five, four...

- ♪ Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪

Greetings.

This is Radio Catherine,
and I'm Patt Garrett.

And today we have a slightly
shorter show for you,

because, as many
of you may know,

we have some sad, sad news.

It breaks our hearts,

but Billy King is
no longer with us.

- You do realise they're
broadcasting as we speak?

Do you know where they are?

'Cause if you do, you're
duty bound to say.

- Mr. Greybone, I'm afraid
our police investigation

supersedes the GPO's concerns.

I assure you, I will
give you information

as and when
appropriate, alright?

I'll be back!

- The man's obsessed.
How's DJ Boniface?

Uh...

- Thank you, Patt,
for having me.

Ooh, what's this?

- Oh, best not to
touch those buttons.

Forgive me. Yes.

I would like

to encourage
listeners to call in,

particularly if you saw
Billy in the last 24 hours.

All information welcome.

Ooh, I wonder if
this is it?

- Alright, Sister.
No, that's my glass.

- ♪ Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪

- Heaven help them.
- Yeah.

- Please tell me you
have something useful?

- Possibly. So, Gabriel
Viegas' contract clearly states

that he would only do this deal

if Patt Garrett was
part of Radio Catherine.

- Well, that makes
sense. Patt's a big star.

- Yes, but it goes even
further than that. Look.

So, he puts in a
last-minute addendum,

a clause whereby management
has the right to remove

or replace any DJ he wishes.

- So Gabriel wanted to
get rid of Billy King.

- ♪ Everybody's gonna
have some fun tonight ♪

♪ Everybody's gonna
make the motion right ♪

- No, no, no, no,
no. No, Inspector.

With respect, you've got
this the wrong way round.

That is not my clause.

It was Billy who
wanted it added in.

- Billy?
- Yeah.

The term "management" refers
to him and Cathy, not to me.

- Doesn't take a
genius to figure out

that Billy King
wanted Patt gone.

He saw Radio
Catherine as his baby.

- So if you knew
that, why put it in?

- Oh, I never would have
allowed it to happen.

Neither would Cathy.

You see, I'd put in too
much effort to get Patt

to give up his gold-plated offer
to voice toothpaste commercials.

Would have set him up. No.

With the bands I manage
and with my nightclubs,

I always trust my gut.

And my gut was telling me

a national station needs
a national treasure.

- So, actually, this has
worked out pretty well for you?

What about Patt?

Could he have possibly
read the contract?

- I saw him only
yesterday morning.

Where was this, caller?

- By The Spitfire. Only,
he seemed really upset.

He was by the bins.

He told me to leave him alone.

Most intriguing.

Um, like us all,
Billy was only human.

Caught at a bad moment.

I'm sure that, um,
that he would want you

to remember him for
all the joy he brought.

Precisely.

And so, tomorrow's
show is a huge special.

We will be playing

Top-10 Billy King's
favourite tracks

uh, with a band live in the
studio and special guests.

And tomorrow will
be the announcement

of the future of
Radio Catherine.

And so, that's enough for today.

We will see you tomorrow...

probably.

- ♪ Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪

Well, that was fun.

Yeah, I read the contract.

So what?

I knew what Billy was up to.

Poor dope was no Machiavelli.

- So he wanted to use
you to get the deal done,

steal your fan base,
then ditch you.

All after you'd turned down a
highly lucrative TV commercial.

- That. You really
think I want to be

the voice of Minty
Lustre Toothpaste?

My eyes were open, baby.

I joined because...

Well, because I believe
in pirate radio,

freedom, playing what you want,

saying what you want, truth.

That's why I left my old job.

That's why I'm poor, frankly.

That's why I'll
be sticking around

until someone carries me away.

Sorry, what is she up to?

- Fudge-berries and cream,
that's not it either!

Um...

- Not one thing in this
studio makes that sound.

Our killer leaves an audio
footprint as big as a yeti's,

and I can't even identify it.

- It's not all doom
and gloom, Sister.

We have that caller
that saw him.

- Yeah, the upset girl
by The Spitfire club.

Yes, um, Peggy and
I can chase that up.

Hm.

Why don't we pick this
up in the morning?

- Get a good night's sleep.
- Or rather a long night,

driven to madness by all
those poxy plinks and squeaks.

- Oh, take my word
for it, Sister,

your evening could
be much, much worse.

You really shouldn't have.

- Oh, it's nothing.
Only took me four hours.

I didn't need to eat
at lunch, anyway.

Or dinner.

Uh, so, these are
interviews with

Patt Garrett's three ex-wives.

And, uh, these are from Billy
and Cathy's school friends.

Courting.

Romantic, right?

- And uh, is...
is... Is this Arnie?

Great eyes.

- Uh, great eye...
- eye.

Apparently, he ditched
some prestigious

- engineering degree just to...
- Arnie. You okay?

Um...

Actually, I was sort
of after some advice.

You know, as a-a modern woman?

Oh. Right.

Okay. Well, um...

It's this, uh, friend
of mine. Not me.

See, he's... he's
known this woman,

really, since they were kids.

And the truth is...

The truth is he's
always cared for her.

He wants to say something.

- But he doesn't want to muck
it up and lose her as a mate?

One thing I've learnt
doing this job...

Life's short.

I'd ask this friend,

if you don't try,
won't you regret it?

I reckon he'll find
she likes him back.

Thanks, Peg.

- I-I better get home.

Cheers, Norm.

That's...

See ya. See ya.

I've just spoken to Gabriel.

He says the Popular Radio
and Television Survey

put us at three times our
usual listeners last night,

with even more predicted today.

Are you sure you're okay?

Me? Yeah. Fine.

- You know, there's something
that I never told you.

I've always been a
huge fan of yours.

- Really?
- Yes!

Your programme where
you threw your records

in the corporate rubbish
bin, where you stormed out...

That's why I work in radio.

What do you say? Shall
we do it for the people?

With knobs on, baby.

- So, there is good news
and then there is bad news.

The good news is our
shopkeeper saw Billy King

talking to our sobbing girl,
the one that called in.

What's the bad news?

- She saw him throw
something away.

Where?

Eh?

Don't look at me!

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Oh!

- Um, Cathy.
- Hey.

You know, um,

sometimes, things
change, circumstances.

And, um...

I care about... this...

a lot.

So, um, good luck.

Oh.

Thanks, Arnie. And to you.

Yeah.

This is what, um,
Billy threw away.

He collected the
envelope from the PO box.

But as you can see, the
letter is addressed to Cathy.

Curious. Is that fish pie?

Yes, it blimmin' well is!

- Button, well done
for fishing it out.

Thank you.

Well, I can't make
out the sender's name.

Bits missing.

But it doesn't sound like
their first correspondence.

"I say it again. I
know you are torn.

But please come back to me.

A better life awaits
without that charlatan."

Then there's a bit missing.

"It is time.

Love always."

- Is that what
this is all about?

A secret lover helping
Cathy escape her marriage?

We need to go and
speak to her right now.

- I've got 'em! Finally!
They did a phone-in.

Somehow they've
wired into a line

at the nearest telephone pole.

My guys tell me it's somewhere
over on the northeast of town.

Well? We need to throw the
full letter of the law!

- And we will. Just
not right this second.

Button, do you mind making
Mr. Greybone a cup of tea?

I'll be back presently.

- But you're wasting
time. We got 'em!

Two sugars.

I've never seen this before.

- Really? It doesn't
read like the first.

I swear.

If there were others, then Billy
must have intercepted them.

- Cathy, if you were seeing
someone behind Billy's back,

you have to let us know.

I wasn't.

It's from me dad.

All this time, and
he is still desperate

for me to lead the life
that he wants me to lead.

You know, when I
first told my parents

that I wanted to work
in radio, he lost it.

He marched me down
to that typing pool.

"You're this till you're
someone's wife, end of."

So I ran.

That night.

I just left a note.

I broke their heart,
I know that now.

And the thing is,

I know I shouldn't have
done it with Billy,

but I don't regret a thing.

- You better give us
your parents' address

so we can check, yeah.

- There you go.
- You're a good girl, Peggy.

- Thanks, Mr. Greybone.
You've got two lumps.

- Goose bumps? I have not.

- Think it's time you
changed your battery again.

Peggy!

Um, Nigel Greybone
has a hearing aid?

Yeah. Why?

Oh, now, I know that look.

You think it's
significant, don't you?

- No. Um, simply interesting.

Yes. Such marvellous
technology.

Peggy, with me.

Where? Oh, where?

We need something old.

Something that goes way back.

A-ha, yes, here we are. Look.

The Darlington Observer.

- The Community Award
for Voluntary Services

to York Hospital Radio goes to
Miss C. Greybone of Darlington.

Yeah, but that's Cathy.

Oh, hang on. That
means that she's...

Precisely.

Cathy Bright's maiden
name is Greybone.

She ran away,

free of her domineering parents.

Oh, gracious me, it all fits.

Come.

Um, forgive me,
Mr. Greybone...

Oh.

Three...

- ♪ Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪

- Good evening,
you lovely people!

I'm Patt Garrett with
all the tip-top hip-pop

for your delectation.

Boy, do we have a special
show for you tonight.

So crank us up and get
ready to do your twist,

your swim, and your
mash-potato, baby,

because we've got
the hippy-shake on.

We are live, and we
are Radio Catherine.

♪ Catherine ♪

- ♪ Baby, you'll
see me when I go ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

- ♪ Hell or high water,
you take it slow ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

- ♪ I ain't got time,
so remember me ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

- ♪ Mm, gotta hurry up,
baby, I'm a wanted man ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Go for broke and
cut the slack ♪

♪ I gotta go 'cause
I'm in demand ♪

♪ I'm a rock star,
baby, I'm a wanted man ♪

♪ I gotta go 'cause
I'm in demand ♪

♪ I'm a rock star,
baby, I'm a wanted man ♪

- Sister! Where's
Nigel Greybone?

♪ Maaaaaan ♪

- Now, wasn't that
a slice of special

with cream and cherry on top?

Oh, baby!

We're loving it in the
studio, guys and dolls.

- ♪ Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪

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

Yes, our new partner to
reveal what we can expect

in the future of
Radio Catherine.

Come on, baby.

- Hello, everyone. Yes,
I'm excited to announce...

- By the power vested in me as a
General Post Office engineer...

Dad...

- all this equipment
is impounded!

- What? Stop that!
- You lot are under arrest

for breaching the Wireless
Telegraphy Act 1949!

- Hey, man, we're on the air.
- Well, you're done!

- And this one's coming with me.
- No, no. Get off me!

Nigel Greybone!

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Billy King.

You're not obliged
to say anything

unless you wish to do so,
but what you do say...

- What the heck are
you talking about?!

- I'm afraid we
know, Mr. Greybone.

Know? Know what?

- We know the bust you performed
with our inspector wasn't real.

It was a ruse to provide
you with an alibi.

We know that Billy didn't
meet you in The Spitfire

to give you their
secret address.

Rather, he intercepted
your letter to Cathy,

and he wanted to scare
you off, once and for all.

- Her life was boring
as hell with you, mate.

That's why she left.

See, I know how to
show girls a good time.

Not that you'd know about that.

Wife left you for
the milkman, I heard.

I just need to see her.

- Yeah, well, she don't
want to see you, mate.

Do you hear me? Ever.

So just leave us alone, yeah?

Most humiliating, I imagine.

Heartbreaking, even.

Certainly incentive enough
to follow him back here

and to make a plan.

Only you made a mistake.

It was the feedback
from your hearing aid

which gave you away.

That man ruined my life!

He took away my little
girl in the night!

And left me with a wife who
blamed me for everything!

I had nothing in the end.
I lost me bloody mind!

She's coming with me,
one way or another!

- Alright. Alright, careful.

We don't want anyone hurt.

Nigel, this won't
change anything.

You can't force
Cathy to be something

she doesn't want to be.

And look at what she's achieved.

Come on, Cath.

Get off her!

Arnie? Arnie? Arnie?

No, no, you can't...
You can't be.

You all right?

A dramatic scene, that.

Have a stiff drink tonight.

- Nothing ventured,
nothing gained?

Cathy, um...

There's something
I want to, um...

I mean, it's... I
j... I just want...

Arnie.

You had me at electric shock.

Oh, about bloody time.

You beautiful people.

Of course, you have my blessing.

- Seems the only one
missing out here is me.

Guess it's goodbye to my
favourite radio station.

Mm!

Contraire, mon ami.

We've only just begun.

- It's true.
Gabriel's got a plan.

- ♪ Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
- Quiet, everyone. It's time.

- And so, for the
very first time,

we come to you from
our new studio,

12 miles off the British coast,

rocking in a groovy
fishing trawler.

Try and catch us now, baby.

Whoo!

We are now pirates in the
true sense of the word.

- Most ingenious.
A legal loophole.

That far out at sea,
they're technically out of

any national jurisdiction...

- Shh! Listen.
- Turn it up, Peggy.

For old times' sake,

I'm playing a song for
our very favourite WPC

over in little Great Slaughter.

She once said, every
time she hears this,

she feels like
she's with friends.

So from Patt, Cathy, and Arnie,

this one's for you, baby.

- ♪ Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic man ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic man ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic man ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic man ♪

♪ There's a magic man ♪

♪ Who's coming to your town ♪

♪ From a magic land ♪

♪ To bring his magic sounds ♪

♪ But you can't
live without him ♪

♪ He weaves a golden thread ♪

♪ I know you love
the magic man ♪

♪ Who gets inside your head ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic man ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic man ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic man ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic man ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic ♪

♪ Ooh, the magic man ♪