All language subtitles for inspector_george_gently_season_2_-_episode_02

Have you ever seen
anything like this before?

Her teeth are loose.

Somebody's hit her hard, just...

And something sharp has been
driven right through her skull.

You searched the pockets? Yeah.

A train ticket to London with
tomorrow's date on it. Who found her?

The lady over there, sir.

I come in to do the flowers
for the early mass, pet,

and there she was, laid
out like Sleeping Beauty.

What'll her mam say? It'll
kill her.Do you know her?

Little Audrey Chadwick, aye.

Eeeh, she was a bonny lass.

Her mother comes to the mass.

Will she be outside now?

No, flower, she comes
to the nine o'clock.

Her man never comes, he's a heathen.

You cannot miss either of them.

He's got a Fu Manchu

and she's hoyed a leg ever
since she was a bairn, poor lamb.

Father's got a moustache,
mother walks with a limp. Right.

Well, she could've been
there all night, sir.

Confessions finish about eight.

Doors are never locked.

Did Audrey live here?

No, she...

She had her own place.

Well, we'll need her address.

What did she do for a living?

She's a nurse.

And do you have any idea why
she would be going to London?

She got a new job.

Teaching hospital.

New start.

She said she'd be back for Christmas.

Dear God, this cannot have happened.

Worst part of the job, Sergeant.

You're very quiet.

She wasn't a nurse, sir.

At least not when I met her.

♪ I ain't got nobody

♪ And nobody cares for me

♪ And I'm so sad and lonely

♪ Won't somebody come and
take a chance with me? ♪

Hi, handsome, how we doing here?

First time in Rakes, is it?

Er, yeah.

No, it's fine, I can do that.

Nobody looking after you? I'm fine.

Well, how about I sit here
and talk to you a minute?

I'm Blaise.

Blaise?

And you're...?

I'm John.

And what do you do for
a living,I'm a plumber.

Does this cost extra, does it?

No. I was just being friendly.

And what is it you do
for a living then, Blaise?

I'm a Fox, John. I'm
a cocktail waitress.

Really?

What were you doing at Rakes
Club in the first place?

I was...curious.

Curious?

Lonely.

Well, that's because
you went without me.

We'll pay them a visit tonight.

Right. Pathologist's first estimate,
she died between two and ten.

Time to start filling this in.

What was this place?

Used to be a warehouse.

Wait till you see it
inside, though, sir.

Good evening, gentlemen.

How come you've got a membership card?

You get a 30-day trial.

How many times you been here?

You know, just, maybe... erm...

Hey, John.

Hey! How's the U-bends going?

I didn't realise you worked on Sunday.

I don't usually.

I'm Fawn. George.

What's your poison, George?

Oh, I'll have what John
has. Champagne, then? Really?

Fawn, I understand the
owner lives over the shop?

Penthouse apartment.

Tell him I'd like to see him.

George, Mr Donovan's a very busy man.

Tell him Chief Inspector George
Gently would really like to see him.

And forget the champagne.

Police?

Are you in trouble, John?

Little bit.

U-bends?

I wasn't going to tell her I was
a copper, was I? No, course not.

How could a police sergeant with a wife
and kid to support afford champagne?

Whereas a plumber...Yeah, all right.

Exactly how many timesFour.

And how can you afford champagne?

I can't.

Was the dead woman always here?

Well, I just met her that first
time. I never saw her after that.

(I'll explain later.)

Press P for Penthouse.
He'll meet you up there.

Wow!

Gentlemen. Patrick Donovan.

My wife Helen.

Gentlemen. What this time?

Not enough fire hoses? You know, in the
States we have a word for this harassment.

I've come to talk to you
about Audrey Chadwick.

Audrey? Blaise?

What about her?I'm afraid
she's been murdered.

She was probably the most
natural of any of the girls.

Apart from anything else
she was the perfect Fox.

So what makes the
perfect Fox, Mr Donovan?

Well, let's be frank,

number one, the body.

The rear view is important
in a Fox I expect.

What else do you expect, Audrey?

Call us Blaise. Just Blaise.

Why just Blaise?

Because there's no modesty, Mrs Donovan.

That's probably all you
need to know about me.

And what do you know
about us, my lovely?

I know in America, the average Fox works
for two years then marries a millionaire.

Or so I read in The Mirror.
It worked out that way for me.

But my wife was no average Fox.

Nor will I be.

You know what Rakes does?

You understand what it
is? And what it isn't.

I understand, Mr Donovan.

I've understood since I was 15
years old what men want from me.

As long as it's me who decides what they
get and what they don't get, I'll be happy.

We'll train you, we'll polish you.

But we expect total
dedication to the Rakes brand.

You'll get it.

What do you think, Helen?Oh,
I think she's hired, Patrick.

Well, that all sounds very sophisticated.
Of course, there are those that think

you're just a posh knocking
shop selling overpriced booze.

The people who think that
will be outside right now.

Who?

Come see.

♪ We shall overcome some day... ♪

The God Squad. Every Sunday night.

What is it they say in Europe about you?

On the Continent we have sex lives,

in England they have hot water bottles.

I have a mission in life.

I'd like to change
all that for you guys.

When did you last see Audrey?

When she left, three weeks ago.

Why did she leave?
Pastures new, I didn't ask.

What, you didn't bother to ask her?

Even though she was the "perfect Fox"?

No. I didn't ask.

How many...hostesses are there
working here at any one time?

15. Do you transport them
home after they finish?

No. Start doing so.

I'll put a uniformed officer
outside your door at all times.

That won't be good for business.I
don't care about your business.

I care about the safety
of these young women.

Do you have any idea who might've
done this, Chief Inspector?

Her parents believe that
she was working as a nurse.

Do you know why she told them that?

Mr Gently, what the girls do or say
outside these four walls is not my concern.

Outside is what is
laughingly known as real life.

We don't do real life in here.

Uh-huh. Who knew her best?

Audrey was a loner.

I shall need to speak to
all the women who work here.

Maybe I should talk to
them first, prepare them...

You will talk to nobody.

Did she share a dressing
room with anyone?

Fawn.

Then we'll start with Fawn.

I trust that bloke about as
far as I can throw him. Really?

Don't take up poker, Sergeant.

Exactly how well do you
know this woman, Sergeant?

We had farewell drinks in
here on Saturday afternoon.

What time was this?

After we closed, about three.

She left at about half past four.

Do you know where she went?

She said she were going
back to her flat to pack.

Why was she leaving, Fawn?

Don't know.

Her dad didn't like
her working here, so...

Her dad knew she was working here, then?

He came in one night
with Frank Allingham.

Someone had told them that she'd
give up nursing to work here.

He thought she was throwing
her lifeWho's Frank Allingham?

Her ex-boyfriend.

He's a footballer. Least
he thinks he's a footballer.

He's a sad case, like most
of the blokes round here.

Did they cause any trouble?

Frank picked a fight but
the police were called.

Fight with who?

Mr Donovan.

Why Mr Donovan?

He's the boss, I suppose.

Frank's such an idiot.

He made the same assumptions that
most blokes make about what we do.

It's surprising how many take their
wedding rings off at the door, Mr Gently.

And what assumption was that then, Fawn?

What's your real name, by the way?Fawn.

Fawn Granger.

It is Fawn Granger.

We're supposed to sell
the idea of sex, Mr Gently.

Has it occurred to you that some
men might not make that distinction,

especially after a night's drinking?

Well, that's their problem.

Is it?

Did she have any friends
among the customers?

We're not allowed.

No, clearly, it happens.

Well, was she seeing one
of the customers perhaps?

Or maybe somebody in the club?

We will need to speak to you again.

I'm sorry you lost your
friend, Miss Granger.

♪ Oh, deep in my heart

♪ I do believe... ♪

Shame. Shame. Shame. Shame.

Hi, mind if I take one. Thank you.No
thank you. No, I'm not interested.

No. Where is your wife tonight?

Sorry?

Haven't you got a wife or a daughter?

Do you want to see them
cheapening themselves in this way?

We're police officers.

A young woman who worked here
was found murdered this morning.

So I would ask you, as a mark of
respect to disperse and go home.

Now, please. God rest her soul.

Please.

Now.

Bunch of weirdos.

There's nothing weird about people who see
the world differently than you, Sergeant.

Which girl was it?

Audrey Chadwick.

Audrey.

A life for a life...

What's that supposed to mean?

The Lord punishes our wickedness.

Can I take your name, please, love?

Margaret Bishop. Margaret Bishop.

I have nothing to hide.

There is a house in this city
where abortion is performed

on a weekly basis and a blind
eye is turned towards it.

In England, in the 20th century.

Why aren't you
investigating those murders?

I'll pray for Audrey's soul.Oh,
great, that will really help(!)

May I have a leaflet?

She's off her head.

When I want your
opinion, I'll ask for it.

And why didn't you take some leaflets?

What for? Fingerprints?

Oh... Oh, yeah.

Oh, sorry, I wasn't, um...

Thinking like a policeman, no.

What's going on betweenNothing.

Look, sorry, OK, I should've
told you about the club.

Don't EVER put me in
that position again!

How was I supposed to
know what Fawn was hiding

when it could have
been youSir... Hiding?

You're just a kid, aren't you?
You've got no self-discipline.

You want sweeties all the time!

I want a full account.

Come and find me tomorrow.

Sir...

I didn't bring me car.

Well, walk!

Sir! Now, come on!

Going somewhere, Fawn?

I didn't say anything.

I promise. I swear to God.

This is booked, pal.What do you want?

I want to talk. And you can
mind your own business, pal.

Who am I talking to?

A single plumber or a married policeman?

You're talking to me.

Why did you lie to me?

I'm so sorry.

It's just, my life is...

The important thing now
is what happened to Audrey.

You've got to trust me.

What is it you're not telling us?

Trust you?

You're the last person I'll ever
trust. Just get out, will you?

Look, Fawn,

has it got anything to do with an
abortion, because if it has then...

I don't know anything about an abortion.
Will you just get out? Leave me alone.

All right, all right.

Please. Take this.

You can phone me any time.

Where can I get hold of
you? What's your address?

Just get out, will you?! All right.

Forensic report?

Yep. The blow to the side of
the head definitely killed her.

Something sharp driven
about an inch into her brain.

Somebody was angry.She also had an abortion,
sir. Within the last couple of weeks.

Since she left Rakes then.

Anything on the ex-boyfriend?

Yep. This is him.

Frank Allingham.

Handsome devil.

Played for South Shields in
Stockton on Saturday afternoon.

So he's got an alibi until the
bus dropped him off about 9.30.

Pick him up. We have
tried, sir.Well, try harder.

Next, get me an address for Margaret
Bishop. I want to talk to her again.

Because of that looney stuff
about God punishing us and that?

She's entitled to her opinion on that.

There's a much better reason
for wanting to talk to her.

Donovan said that the God Squad assembled
outside Rakes every Sunday evening, right?

But Fawn said that she hardly
ever worked on a Sunday,

which means, I presume, that
you never went there on a Sunday,

because Fawn was the big
attraction, am I right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Right.

But Margaret Bishop
said she recognized you.

So what does that tell you?

Well, that she watches the
place, every night maybe?

Maybe. So she might've seen
something that's useful to us.

Now then. Fawn Granger.

OK.

OK, I saw her a couple of
times at the club, right.

She served me drinks. She sat down.

She chatted to me. I enjoyed her
company, all right, I admit it.

And you took your wedding ring off.

So what's all this about then, sir?

Boxing? Yeah.

It's about respect.

Respect for yourself. Respect for your
opponent. It's about self-discipline.

Because if you get angry...

you get beaten.

Are you finding me amusing, John?

Just think you should stick to fishing.

I mean, I know you used to box in
the Army, and that. For the Army.

I used to box for the Army.

20 years ago.

Meaning?

It's not very dignified, is it, sir?

Man at your age. I mean, look
what happened to Sonny Liston.

Should've admitted he was past it.

You think you could
beat me then, Sergeant?

Cassius Clay to my
Sonny Liston, is that it?

No, no, seriously. Three
rounds. For charity.

All proceeds to the Police Widows.

I've never done any boxing, sir.

No, but you've hammered a few
villains in your time, haven't you?

Eh?

All right. Well, you
got three weeks to learn.

Tell you what, I'll
make it easy for you.

You land three punches on me, you
win, I lose. Three punches anywhere.

Providing it's not below the belt.

Three punches?

Yeah.

All right. You're on.

When was the last time you saw
Audrey, Mrs Beaney? On Saturday.

She was meant to clear all her
stuff out by the end of the day.

But she never came back.

I know now why...

How long has she roomed here?

Six months.

And before that?

Living at home, she said.

Since she started working at Rakes.

You think her dad threw her out?

Where is everything?

I have a new tenant
coming in this afternoon,

so I needed to give
the place a good clear.

You were told yesterday to
leave everything as it was.

See, I'd already cleaned it out.

Where are her things?

This way.

So if Audrey didn't clean out her things,
she might still have had her keys with her?

Oh, yes.

No, there were no keys on the body, Guv.

Was there a boyfriend?

Well, now I frowned
on that sort of thing.

Was there a boyfriend?

There was a young man
came round now and then.

Handsome fellow.

They were for ever fighting.
The noise was terrible.

And the language! Oh, dear me.

What sort of thing?

He called her a slut and a whore,
and a... Oh, eeeeh, I dunno.

She seemed a nice enough girl to me.

I mean, nurses aren't whores, are they?

When was the last time
the boyfriend was here?

Saturday. Shouting his head off.

"You've made a bloody fool out
of me, you little so and so..."

Only not, "So and so", you know?

Then he clodhopped down the
stairs and slammed the door.

Did you actually see him?

I'm not the nosey sort, love.

So you heard a man call
Audrey a slut and a whore.

And this was what time on
Saturday?About five o'clock.

When you cleaned the room did
you see any signs of a struggle?

Any blood anywhere?This
is a decent place, pet.

Just yes, or no, please, Mrs Beaney.
Blood or no blood? Mess or no mess?

It was spick and span.

And was Audrey's room
normally spick and span?

Well, it's not my place to go
looking into people's rooms.

But you might have done,
sometimes, out of curiosity?

Well, sometimes maybe, just to check whether
maybe they hadn't left the gas on, or...

So was Audrey's room normally spick and span
the way it was when you went in yesterday?

Sometimes it was and
sometimes it wasn't!

Thank you. Like the Gestapo.

Well, I'm sorry to persecute
you, but one more question.

After the man left, did you
actually see Audrey again?

Well, I thought I ought to go up
and see that she was all right.

She wouldn't open the door to us,
but she said she was all right.

I think he'd belted her.

And he didn't come back?

Well, I dunno, pet. I mean,
I was at the bingo all night.

Sorry, what is this?

Just the rubbish out of her bin.

She was on the pill.

You mean she was married?

Do you think it was the
boyfriend that belted her?

Or the dad, who apparently
can't cope with the fact

that his daughter is a cocktail
waitress, instead of a nurse.

Why were there three
empty packets of pills?

What do you mean? You only
use one packet a month.

Why were there three empty
packets in one waste bin?

I dunno.

No, nor me. Next question, how did she
get hold of the pills in the first place?

Well, it's not illegal
to take them, is it?

No, but it is illegal to prescribe
them to an unmarried woman.

Friendly doctor. Maybe the same
one that found her that abortionist.

No, hang on,

if she was on the pill,
how did she end up pregnant?

The packets were empty.

Then why didn't she get some more?

I don't know, Sergeant.

Find out who her GP was.

And find that boyfriend. Right.

Where are you going? Rakes.

Alone.

A pint of Exhibition, please.

Well, Mr Gently.

For you, I'll be a Fox again.

Did Audrey...

enjoy working here, Mrs Donovan?

She was born for it.

She was so good she was training
the new recruits after a month.

Knees together,

back arched,

bottom tucked.

Yeah, I know we're all gonna want
hip replacements by the time we're 30,

but never mind because the gentlemen think
we are SO fascinated in their conversation

when we adopt this
spine-knackering posture.

Don't forget the face, Fawn.

It's the most important
bit, after your boobs,

especially a face like yours.
It'll be your fortune, pet.

Like so. The interested expression.

Your wife's had another
hysterectomy, Councillor Suchabody?

She's a world beater, mind!

More champagne to celebrate?

This next one is called
The Foxy Bob and I believe

it was patented by Mrs Donovan herself.

Back straight, knees together.

That's it. Keep your chin up.

Wasn't that your job?

Yeah.

Was Audrey having an affair with
someone at the club, Mrs Donovan?

Such as, Chief Inspector?

Such as your husband?

She was,

"the perfect Fox" after all.

No. I wasn't aware of Audrey
having an affair with anyone.

Yes, that's what Fawn said.

I think she was lying.

What are we talking about here,
Mrs Donovan? An open marriage?

Patrick and I have a sophisticated relationship,
if that's what you mean. How modern.

So he gets to sleep with any girl
that takes his fancy, and you...?

What do you get out of it?

I love my husband, Mr Gently.

Then how humiliating.

D'you know, when you have
travelled the world a bit,

not spent your whole life on a small island
that can't make its mind up if the war's over,

that still watches black
and white television

and likes tripe and onions for tea,
you aren't so afraid of freedom.

Freedom, is it? Patrick...

..tires of them after a week or two.

He always comes back.

Because he loves me

as much as I love him.

Maybe it'll catch on this small island.

Personally, I hope not.

Then...I hope you'll enjoy
your hot water bottles.

Oh, I'd like to speak
to Fawn Granger again.

Fawn's taken a few days
off. Understandably.

Then could you get her address
for me, please? Of course.

Tell him I need to see him, please.

Who's that?

A business associate of my husband.

Called? Joe something.
I'll get that address.

On the house.

♪ I know beyond a doubt

♪ My heart will lead me there... ♪

Excuse me, any of the football lads in?

Two or three in the back
room.In the back? Thanks.

Drowning your sorrows, Frank?

It's not that bad getting beat off
Stockton, is it? Get lost, Skinny.

Audrey messing you around, was she?

I loved her.

Is that why you went round Saturday night after
the match and gave her a smack round the head?

Eh? I haven't seen her for weeks.

That's not what the landlady told me.

That stupid cow? Oi!

So what were you so angry about,
Frank? Was it the abortion?

Abortion?

Bairn was yours, was it?

Come on, Frank, talk to us, will
you? I'll kill that bastard...

Frank, kill who? Right,
you're coming with me.

I'm arresting you Frank.

Ah, what the..?

I'm so sorry, I was looking
for the gents. Sit down, please.

Chief Inspector Gently, always a pleasure,
but next time, make an appointment.

I don't need an appointment,
I'm investigating a murder.

What's your business here, Mr..?
Mr Bishop is a lawyer. Bishop?

Not by any chance related to a woman
I met yesterday? Margaret Bishop?

Yes.

Margaret is...my wife.

Interesting.

And why did you need to
see Mr Donovan so urgently?

Are you questioning me about something?

Are you a member of Rakes, Mr Bishop?

This was a professional visit.

And do all the lawyers in
Newcastle get drinks on the house?

Did you know Audrey Chadwick?

Who? She was murdered on Saturday.

She used to work here.

Very beautiful young woman.
The Perfect Fox. Ring any bells?

I'm afraid I'm not
familiar with the place.

You were very familiar with Mrs Donovan.

Ah...

Mr Gently. I thought I'd lost you.

Fawn's address.

Thank you. Well, I'll be off then.

Very nice to meet you, Mr Gently.

Oh, we'll be meeting again.
I'll need your address, please.

14, Denbigh Terrace.

Gosforth.

Mr Gently.

Patrick and I loved Audrey.

Please catch her killer.

Mmm-hmm.

Better learn to keep
your left up, Sergeant.

Could Allingham be
our man, do you think?

It's possible.

But he only stuck the nut
on us when I said "abortion".

He didn't know about that? No.
Although I think he knows who does.

He said, "I'm gonna kill
that bastard." Meaning who?

We didn't chat much after that.

Patrick Donovan, maybe.

Or his friend Mr Bishop.

Bishop? Yeah, he's married

And he lied to me about how
many times he'd visited Rakes.

Mind you, that seems to
be par for the course.

What's this?

Oh. I found that in Audrey's rubbish.

It's a prayer card.

"Audrey, As ye sow, so shall ye reap.

"I will pray for both your souls."

Fingerprints? Yeah, I've done it.

Yeah, good. Just waitingYeah.

I paid a call on your friend,And?

Her flatmates haven't seen or heard of her since
we saw her on Sunday. She's frightened of something.

Or somebody. We need to find her.

Has your friend hurt his nose?

Do you prescribe these
pills, Dr Sprague? Of course.

To any married woman who wants them.

Did you prescribe these
to Audrey Chadwick?

I read about Audrey's murder.

Did you prescribe these pills?

Yes.

Look, this archaic law
will be changed soon.

Well, you want to get yourself a calendar,
love, cos this is now, it's not soon.

You're saying any lass that
sleeps with whoever she likes

can come in off the street and you'll
help her deal with the consequences?

If I may say so, only a
man could have said that.

When did you prescribe them, Doctor?

About six months ago. For three months.

And then a further six months.

She should've been fully protected
against pregnancy up until she died.

Assuming she'd taken them.

Why wouldn't she take them?

Well, if she was fully
protected, Dr Sprague,

then why did she need an abortion?

An abortion? Well, how
would I know about that?

I didn't ask if you
knew about it, did I?

What's your view on abortion, Doctor?

My view is that it's a criminal offence.

Do you think THAT law will be changed?

Yes. I do. Eventually.

And in the meantime?

In the meantime, women
are forced to make a choice

between an unwanted child
and a risky operation.

When was the last time you saw Audrey?
I can't remember the exact date.

But the receptionist will tell you.

Now would you like me
to look at your nose?

I think Dr Sprague's
one of these lesbians.

And a backstreet abortionist.

There you go, Sarge. Thank you.

Where do you sit on the abortion issue?

Me? Exactly where the doctor sits.

It's a criminal offence.

Oh, Bingo. Look, look.

We've got a matching thumb print on one of
the God Squad leaflets and on the prayer card.

Is there a cross on the leaflet?

Yeah, why? I put it there.

It's the one Margaret Bishop gave me.

Oh, you're here.

I didn't realise you were in.

I was in the dark room.

Do you want one?

Going out this evening, M?

Carrying on the crusade?

Joe...

What's happening to this world?

I feel like I'm trying
to stem a tide, and...

so alone, you know?

I think you should stop.

I can't stop, Joe.

I can't turn a blind
eye to all the badness.

I can't.

I just feel... That you're right
and everybody else is wrong.

I'm not saying anybody
else is wrong, I'm just...

You are, actually. You are.

That's what you do.

Make everybody else
feel like they've failed.

Like the rest of us sinners
shouldn't be on earth.

I worry about you sometimes, Margaret.

Please, stop it, Margaret.

DOOR SLAMS

Do you have a search warrant?

I don't need a search warrant if I think
there's a crime about to be committed.

What's the bucket for? The scraps?

They do come out in pieces, don't they?

Again, only a man could have said that.

A policeman. And
you're breaking the law.

A law made by men.

I might not be able to
prosecute you on this evidence,

but expect a letter from
the health authority.

You might find it difficult
to get another job, Doctor.

You're a bastard.

Before you go,

that woman there, 38-years-old and living on
the breadline with a chronically-sick husband

and five children under the age of 12. She and
her husband haven't made love for three years.

She found comfort
elsewhere, fell pregnant.

Having a child by another man will
utterly destroy what's left of her life.

Now, what would you
advise her to do, Sergeant?

Write to her MP?

Hope that she wins the pools?

Use a knitting needle on herself
and die in a pool of her own blood?

No, no. I'm sorry.

Audrey Chadwick did not have a
crippled husband or five other kids.

So why did she need an abortion?
Can't you hear yourself?

She needed an abortion because her stupid boyfriend
flushed her pills down the loo, that's why!

Frank Allingham. Was he the father?
I don't know who the father was.

That's how she got pregnant.

Why did she need an abortion?

Because she'd been raped, Sergeant.

Who raped her?

I don't know who it was.

But Audrey had no secrets from her
friend Fawn. Why don't you ask her?

I would if I could find her.

I told you she'd be here.

Get the Donovans lined up for me.

Don't tell them anything, and
don't let them talk to each other.

I'll be up in a minute.

Would you mind telling me
what you're doing, Mrs Bishop?

I send the numbers of the
cars to the newspapers.

I send photographs of the men.

You photograph everybody who goes into
Rakes? They never print them, of course.

You want to punish the men
who come here, is that it?

And what about the women who work here?

Do you think they should
be punished as well?

I believe you sent this
card to the dead woman.

Would you like to
explain the message to me?

I said I'd pray for her
soul and I have done.

It's not a threat then?

Of course not.

It says "souls" plural.

Who would that be?

Hers...

..and the soul of the tiny
life I wanted her not to kill.

It's her, Audrey. It's
that mad woman from Rakes.

I want you to think about
what you're planning to do.

There's a life inside
you if you let it live.

A baby, with a soul.

Ignore her. Come on.

Audrey, you were once that baby.

Why don't you go home
back to your husband?

Come on, Fawn.

Audrey had her abortion another
day, as I think you knew she would.

She put an end to that "tiny life".

And you sent her a card saying,
"As you sow, so shall you reap."

Are you telling me that's not a threat?

Of course, it wasn't.Then
what was it, then?

It was a warning.

A warning of the
punishment that awaited her.

I'd like you to come to the station.

We need to talk further.

She's to stay there.

I have answered. No, no, no. No, I'm not going
to ask you again. Now you talk. Where is she?

We have no idea where Fawn Granger is.

Did you tell her to
disappear? Is that it?

Something you don't want her
to speak to us about? Is this

It's a murder inquiry is what it is.

Why would we want her to disappear?You
give me answers, you don't ask me questions!

I think it's personal,
don't you, Mr Gently?

I think the sergeant's smitten.

Wouldn't be served a drink by
anybody but the lovely young Fawn.

You think you're so
clever you two, don't you?

One girl's missing and another
one's dead and you, sitting there

taking the mickey out
of me?! Sergeant...

Did you know that Audrey wasNo.

So it wasn't your idea
that she had an abortion?

Why would we want her to
haveThat would be illegal.

Do you know who raped
Audrey, Mr Donovan?

Rape?

Chief Inspector, do I come across as a
man who needs to force myself on women?

According to your wife, you get fed
up with them after a couple of week.

So, what happened this time?

Audrey get fed up with you? Maybe
you hadn't had quite enough yet?

Is that what you didn't want
Fawn talking to us about?

I want to know where both of you were on
Saturday between two o'clock and ten o'clock.

We were here. Together. That's right.

Can anyone confirm that? The doors

We spent the entire time in
bed, if you must know, Sergeant.

What, on a Saturday night,
busiest night of the week?

Oh, we certainly were very busy.

Who killed Audrey? In my opinion,

Do you mean Margaret Bishop?

Well, see now, Mr Bacchus, your boss is
just much, much cleverer than you are.

Is that what her husband wanted
to talk to you about so urgently?

Joe Bishop came to me to ask for
a job with the Rakes Organization.

He's a very ambitious man.

Really?

Sir, Fawn's been missing 48 hours now.

What if we've missed something? What if there's
some madman out there with a grudge against women?

Sir? Later.

You've been lying to me,

about your relationship
with Fawn Granger?

I need all the facts,
John. No more evasions.

I slept with her.

She's...

She's special.

Can we find her, please?

By rights, I should
take you offNo, no, no.

Sir, come on, don't...

What good is that
going to do anybody now?

She was Audrey's friend.
Start with the Chadwicks.

Thank you.

Where were you on
Saturday night, Mrs Bishop?

At home. Alone? No. Joe was with me.

My husband.

I really don't see why you need me here.

What do you think's
happening here, Mrs Bishop?

Why do you think you're here?

Sometimes, the Lord lets his
enemies persecute the righteous.

I trust his wisdom.

You regard yourself as
one of the righteous.

I try to be, Chief Inspector.

And I don't for the life of me
understand why people mock that idea.

Wouldn't you prefer to be on the
side of good rather than evil?

Why are we on this earth otherwise?

I'm not your enemy, Mrs Bishop and, yes,
I do try to spend my life doing good.

Then arrest the abortionists.

Arrest the men and women who are planning an Act of
Parliament that will legalise this trade in death.

Close down the places where
wretchedYou mean Rakes Club?

I didn't see any fornication there,
and what wretchedness I did see

seemed to be among the
customers rather than the women.

Men like your husband.

My husband...

wouldn't be seen dead in Rakes.

I saw him there myself.Complete rubbish.

Come off it, Margaret. You stand outside there
night after night with your notebook and your camera.

You see all the men.

You know your husband goes in there
and you might just as well face up

to it and the humiliation
it's caused you.

Audrey Chadwick was one of the women
who poured drinks for your husband.

Is that why you sent
her a threatening note?

What's more, you confronted her in the street
about her abortion, and now she's been murdered.

I'd like to speak to my
husband.No. I can't allow that.

But I will tell him where you are.

Now, I believe that

Audrey Chadwick was having an affair
with somebody she met at the Club.

Do you know who that was?

DOORBELL RINGS

This is a search warrant.

We are holding your wife pending my
investigations into the murder of Audrey Chadwick.

Go round the back.

Sir.

Keep searching.

Is there anything you
wish to tell me, Mr Bishop?

She's told you about me
and Audrey, hasn't she?

I'd like to hear it from you.

Sorry if I've come at a bad time...

No, no, sit down.

I was just sorting out the
order of service for the funeral.

It's very sad. I really am very sorry.

Found the swine that did it?

Not yet. No.

Her friend Fawn Granger's gone
missing. I was just wondering if...

she might've contacted
you. Never heard of her.

They worked together at Rakes.

Why did you lie to us about
Audrey being a nurse, Mr Chadwick?

And why didn't you tell us about the
fight that Frank got into at the club?

Cos you were both there, weren't you?

She was a nurse. My husband...Have
you hurt your face, Mrs Chadwick?

No, no, I just slipped
in the back scullery, son.

Did you ever row with Audrey about
what she did for a living, Mr Chadwick?

I never spoke a word to
her after she took it up.

As far as I'm concerned,
she was no daughter of mine.

HE SPITS

Chuck that away, you.
I'm going to me bed.

He's not a bad man, Sergeant.

Did he ever hit Audrey?

He would never hit Audrey.

It's only the drink makes him bad.

Was he drinking on Saturday night?
The night that Audrey was killed?

He drinks every night.
Do youHe was here.

I put him to bed. And before that?

In the pub. Which pub?

The Robin Hood.The one by the church.

Audrey's landlady thought she
heard Frank shouting at Audrey

in her flat Saturday teatime, but he was on
a football pitch in Stockton. So who was it?

He thought the world of Audrey, son.

She was his little girl.

He just didn't want her going to London.

Go and bring your husband
back down, please, will you?

I'm taking you both to the station.

Pack a bag, because you
might have to stay overnight.

It all started innocently enough.

No. The truth.

There was never anything innocent about
it. Not from the very first moment.

A government lawyer!

No wonder Mr Donovan told me
to be especially nice to you.

Actually, Joe...

I think I could use your help
myself. How may I help you, Blaise?

Could you?

I'd be so grateful.

Thank you.

Good choice, Joe.

Don't be misled by the place, Chief
Inspector. The girls are only bait.

It's not about sex, it's about gambling.

That's where the profit is.

Patrick Donovan has a ten-year-old
conviction in America for blackmail.

If I'd have told my superiors at the
Home Office, he'd have been deported.

But I didn't.

And Audrey...

was my reward.

She called herself Blaise.

Nothing was real.

Leave your troubles at the door, Joe.

This is the place
where dreams come true.

'And even though I knew that she was with me because
she'd been told to, yet I still went along with it.

'And soon it was out of control.

'Forbidden flesh, Mr Gently.'

And Oh. The taste of that
flesh.You became lovers?

'I would've given her the world, but
she was happy with a bunch of flowers.

'I would've shown her the finest
hotels money could buy, but

'for safety's sake, we used a sordid
little chalet she had the use of.

'And you know what? It didn't matter.

'I loved her with all my heart.'

My wife I believe to be a
kind of saint, Mr Gently.

So sure about good and evil.

So clear-minded as to her objectives.

She burns with a righteous
anger that I cannot live up to.

I'm not a saint I'm afraid.

I haven't done
anything!Put him in a cell.

Pour some coffee down his
throat. Are you deaf or what..?

Sorry, Mrs Chadwick. In here, please.

Sarge.

Frank Allingham's just come walking in
off the street. I have him in room two.

Right.

You think I'm a
stupid, middle-aged man.

And you're not far wrong.

Reality had to reassert itself.

And it did. She got pregnant.

You weren't taking precautions?

It never even occurred
to me, Chief Inspector.

It wasn't real life, after all.

And she wasn't either?
Obviously not. And?

That was the point at which the sheer madness
of what I'd been doing came home to me.

I told her it was all over between us,

but...

I offered to stand by her,
admit to being the father,

support her afterwards,
whatever the cost to me.

But she took no notice.

She went and got an abortion.

As you probably knew from the autopsy.

I also know she was raped, Mr Bishop.

Raped?

Not by you then?

Why would I rape Audrey?
She gave herself to me.

Then do you know who
else would have done it?

Her ex...

Frank something.

I think, I know, he hit
Audrey more than once.

Audrey told me.

That's all I can suggest.

Poor Audrey.

Do you and your wife
have children, Mr Bishop?

No. We couldn't.

Well, as we both now
knew, Margaret couldn't.

How humiliating that was for her.

And how did your wife find
out about you and Audrey?

I told Margaret everything.

I wanted to live in the light...

..admit to my stupidity,
see what could be salvaged.

How did she react?As
if nothing had happened.

As if I'd said nothing.

Margaret has a way of denying
anything she couldn't deal with.

Your wife says that the idea of your
being in Rakes Club is complete rubbish.

That doesn't surprise me.

She stands there night
after night with that camera.

I used to cover my face with
my scarf, pull my head down...

Just one more thing that
she couldn't admit to.

One more humiliation for her.

Where are those photographs?

In her dark room, I suppose.

Sorry I nutted you.

You will do when the
judge is finished with you.

You didn't know about
Audrey's abortion, did you?

Why did you flush her
pills down the loo, Frank?

Because she was sleeping with
somebody else, wasn't she?

Who?

Whoever it was, Frank,

may be the man that raped her.

Rape? Who was it?

You and Ronnie Chadwick went to Rakes and
you picked a fight with Patrick Donovan.

Why?

He had his hands all over her.

Like she belonged to him.

You haven't charged her or anything,No.

Where were you on
Saturday night, Mr Bishop?

Me? I was here.

Alone? No.

Margaret was in.

In here.

I'm going to need to keep these.

Chief Inspector, may I see my wife?

No. Not yet, I'm afraid.

And don't go anywhere. I may
need to speak to you again.

Audrey had an affair with Joe Bishop

and she got pregnant by him.

Patrick Donovan, you
mean. Bishop admits it.

Confessed the whole thing
to his wife. What? Yeah.

Joe Bishop? Yeah.

He might say they were lovers.

My guess is it was all
part of the job for Audrey.

And he thinks Frank Allingham
might have been the rapist.

Nah, he's not clever enough to lie
this well. He thinks it was Donovan.

Ahh, what if...

the rapist and the murderer
weren't the same person?

Margaret Bishop you mean? Nah.

How could she move the body on her own?

Maybe she didn't move it on her own.

Joe Bishop? Possibly.

He's absolutely full of guilt.

All this because of an
affair? Think about it.

Her husband's child, the child they could never
have together, by the way, murdered by Audrey.

And Fawn.

That would explain why she's
made herself scarce, wouldn't it?

So what about Ronnie Chadwick then?

I mean,

he's given his wife a beating. Right?

She's got a bruise on her right cheek.

Same as what Audrey
had. Leads with his left.

Yeah, and his wife says he was at
Audrey's flat on Saturday teatime.

You stay on him.

I'll stick with Margaret Bishop.

Can you tell me what
each of these is, please?

My house keys,

back door, front door, garden shed.

And this one?

My dark room.

You keep your dark room locked?

Not usually.

The camera has a new film
in it. When did you start it?

Over the weekend sometime.What's on it?

You. Your sergeant...

Have this film developed, will you?

And check these

to see if any of them fit the lockSir.

Ahh.

I've never seen them before.

Check those as well.

I don't understand what's going on.

Don't you? I think those are the
keys to Audrey Chadwick's room.

Why would I have keys to her room?So that you could
return and clean up any evidence of the murder.

Did you kill Audrey
Chadwick, Mrs Bishop?

Why would I do that? Because she was
having an affair with your husband.

Because she got pregnant by him.

Something you could never achieve.

Because she had her baby aborted.

Something that you regard as murder...

Your husband told us everything.

He's what?

Told us everything he told you.

I want to speak to Joe. Where
is he?I can't allow that.

I'd like to pray.

You lost your temper, Ronnie. And who
could blame you? There is your daughter

giving up her career as a nurse and
spending her life dressed like jailbait.

And screwing a married man.
Well, it's true, isn't it?

You lost your temper.
And you used your fists.

It's in your blood, isn't it?

All right, yeah. Yeah,
right. I hit her, right.

I hit me own daughter. I
didn't want her to go to London.

I wanted her to stay here.

Settle down. Give her mother
grandbairns. That's all I wanted.

You hit her. Right.

And everything went quiet.

Why was that? What did you hit her with?

Did you kill your daughter, Ronnie?

I loved that lass.

I slapped her face.

And all I wanted to do after was
cut me own hand off. I was ashamed.

Sometime before she was
murdered, your daughter was raped.

Any idea who did it?

Did you have to tell me that?I'm
sorry, but we need to know.

Another girl's life is at risk.

What about Frank?

Ronnie, what about Frank?

Cos, he knew that she was two-timing
him. Could he have raped her?

I don't know.

Never mind praying, Margaret.

Tell me again, where
were you on Saturday?

I was at a prayer meeting until
the early evening. And then?

I got home around seven and spent the rest of the
evening in my dark room. Was your husband there?

Joe was downstairs, watching TV.

I came down at about nine, and we had a
light supper together and then we went to bed.

Do you share a bed?

No, not any more.

Separate rooms?

Yes. I don't know
anything about those keys.

Somebody must've put them in my bag.

One of the Lord's enemies, maybe.

Mock me if you must.

But don't mock the Lord.

Sir, Ronnie Chadwick admits he was there
and that he hit her, but nothing else.

I reckon he thinks that Frank
could've raped her. What about her?

Says she was home with Joe.

Mr Bishop's arrived, sir.
I've put him in a room.

And the ice pick's got her prints all over it and
it fits the wound on the dead woman's head. Ahh.

Bring it to me. Yes, sir.

Somebody checking those keys?

Yes, sir, and the film's
on the way from the lab.

It's pathetic, isn't it? Hmm-mm.

Take heed, John.

Thank you for coming in, Mr Bishop.

I want to talk to Margaret. Not yet.

Tell us again about Saturday night.

I was watching the
television,Till what time?

All evening. Where was your wife?

As I said, she was
upstairs in her dark room.

How can you be sure?

It's a big house.

No, no, no,

Margaret was there. I
could hear her moving about.

Even though you were downstairs

with the telly on?

How can you be so sure that your wife
didn't leave the house, Mr Bishop?

Margaret could not have
done this, Chief Inspector.

She's not capable of
what you are thinking.

Now she said she didn't see you
until she came downstairs at nine.

So you yourself are
unaccounted for until that time.

I told you, I was watchingWhat was on?

The football results,

Dr Who, Jungle Boy, Juke Box Jury.

Name one of the records
on Juke Box Jury?

Gerry And The Pacemakers,
It's Gonna be All Right.

Was it a hit or a miss?
I can't remember! Na-arr...

So, I ask again, how do you know that
Margaret was in her dark room all that time

if you were watching TV so avidly?

Margaret doesn't tell lies.

Margaret's...

We found some keys in her bag that I
believe are the keys to Audrey's room.

This isn't just about Audrey, right.

Fawn Granger is missing.

What? Fawn.

Who went with
Audrey for the abortion.

Another murderer in your wife's opinion.

Sir.

Bloody hell.

From your wife's camera.

Margaret came home at
midnight on Saturday night.

She seemed distressed.

She locked herself in her bedroom.

I didn't see her till
morning. God help us...

This is all my fault.

I'm going to talk to your wife again.

Now I suggest that you go
home and pack her a bag.

Because she's going to need it.

When you come back, then you can spend
some time with her, but not alone.

How can I face her after
what I've done to her?

Tell Margaret I'm sorry.

Where is Fawn, Mrs Bishop?

Mrs Bishop?!

What are you doing?

I'm praying for her soul.

And for mine.

Stand up, please, Mrs Bishop.

Come on.

This point exactly matches the
wound to Audrey Chadwick's head.

Your husband has told us that you
came home after midnight on Saturday

in a distressed state and locked
yourself away for the rest of the night.

Now, do you have anything
to tell me, Mrs Bishop?

I murdered Audrey Chadwick.
May God forgive me.

Margaret Bishop,

I'm charging you with the
murder of Audrey Chadwick.

You do not have to say
anything, but anything

you do say will be taken down and
may be used in evidence against you.

Do you have anything to say?

I'd like to speak to Joe.

Your husband's gone home.

Tell him...

I forgive him for what he's done to me, tell
him I understand and tell him I love him.

Any news on Fawn?

No, Sarge. But three regulars at the Robin Hood pub
remember seeing Ronnie Chadwick on Saturday night.

Doesn't matter any more.

Keep him and his wife here for the
time being. I've got some news for them.

How did she get the body
to the church on her own?

I don't know.

Probably one of those nutters
in the God Squad helped her.

This religion thing is mental, isn't it?

My wife was a devoutSorry.

Sorry, I meant Margaret Bishop.

It's...

It's mental that she's taken
photographs of everybody and everything.

I think she wanted to get caught. It's
all that weird Catholic guilt stuff.

If you say that one more time, we won't have
to wait until Charity Night, I'll punch you now.

Those keys do fit Audrey
Chadwick's lock, sir.

Excellent.

Thank you, Taylor.

There's always the husband.

He could have helped her.

Do you think she killed
Fawn as well, sir?

Sir, do you think she
killed Fawn as well?

Sir!

Don't think you care
about Fawn, do you, sir?

Slow down. Shut up a minute,
have another look at those.

Who am I looking for? Who
isn't there? What? Keep looking.

Who isn't going in the
front door of Rakes Club?

Look at that.

Not your best angle.

OK. Who isn't there?

Patrick and Helen Donovan.

What's that tell you? Don't know.

That there must be a back entrance.But we
checked around the back of the club, sir.

There's no other way into that building.

This is getting boring.

There's another entrance,
isn'tHow very clever of you. Yes.

For Patrick and me. At the back.
Through the adjoining building.

Did Joe BishopYes. Why?

She never knew he came here.

Who else didn't show up in
the photographs? Joe Bishop.

Margaret Bishop never knew he came
here, cos he used the private entrance.

What difference does it make?
He confessed about the affair.

Well, he said he did...
Remember what she said?

"I love him. Tell him I forgive him
for everything that he's done to me."

About the affair and the abortion...

No, no, no. Who sank
Margaret Bishop's alibi?

Who had access to her camera?

Who had the most to lose
if Audrey told her story?

Joe did. Yeah.

And who did she tell her story to?

Fawn. I let him go.

Mrs Donovan, I think Fawn's life is in danger.
If you know where she is, you must tell me.

I don't know. You don't care about Fawn or
Audrey, as long as it doesn't affect your takings.

Do you know anything about a chalet?

Audrey and Joe used a chalet.

Do you know where it is?

Cullercoats.I've informed the Home
Office of your husband's criminal record.

You'll be leaving this
small island quite soon.

Arm yourself. Follow me there. And bring
Margaret Bishop. We may need her to talk to him.

SHOP BELL RINGS

Get in...

Follow us!

If you've got any prayers
left, now would be a good time.

I'm not a wicked man. I'm just a fool.

You know I did that
shameful thing to her.

She despised me after that, didn't she?

It was you that raped her?

I thought she meant it was Patrick.

She never told you it was me? No.

You killed Audrey, didn't you?

Oh, come on, Fawn. You knew that, You
know she came to see me on Saturday night.

She told me so. What?

When she came to say she
was walking out on me.

She told me she was going home to pack.

I needn't have come here.

I didn't need to come here.

It's right here. Right. Right!

That's Joe's car.

I would never tell.

I'll tell them it was
Patrick that killed her.

Margaret's already been
charged with Blaise's murder.

How could you do that to
her? She's been a martyr to

I've just given her what
she's always wanted, in a way.

Everybody wanted to believe
it was her. I just helped them.

Well, then it was just a rape...

I won't tell. You can trust me.

I promise.

Look, I promise. I swear to God.

You stay in the car.

Sir, he's definitely here,
sir. We've just seen his car.

Which number? I don't know, sir.

I don't know, what do we do now?

SCREAMING

John... Don't shoot
unless you have to...

Bishop! There's armed police out here.

Fawn? It's John Bacchus!

No! He's not armed! Joe!

Can you help me, please?

Joe!

I told you about making
love to Audrey in the chalet.

That's not the way it was, really.

I thought it was time she gave me some
of what she'd put in the shop window.

What the hell do you want?! Why
can't you take "no" for an answer?!

'But I wasn't really
hearing, the word "No".'

I'm sick of all this teasing!

Why didn't she just
tell the police about it?

Money?

Enough for a new life in London?

Nice knowing you, Blaise.

So I lose my job then? I'm afraid so.

We don't like our girls to
fool around with the customers.

Do we, Patrick? That's right, Helen.

We don't tolerate that.

She used some of the money
to pay for the abortion.

I never expected to see her again.

What happened on Saturday night, Joe?

She came to tell me she
was leaving for London.

She came to tell me exactly
what she thought of me.

I was glad to see her.

I wanted the chance to
apologise for what I'd done.

You, Mr Bishop, are a
pathetic flake of cod shite.

I pity you. You won't ruin my life.

I'll rise far above and beyond you and one
day I'll look down on you and I'll laugh.

I'll laugh at you and your pathetic
wife, and your pathetic little life.

I really love you.Don't
try anything stupid, Joe.

People know I'm here.
Fawn knows I'm here.

And if you so much as lay another
finger on me, I'll go to the police.

'Once I'd hit her,

'I knew I had to kill her.'

Do the Donovans get off scot free?

No. Rakes is closing down and
the Donovans have been deported.

Well...

See you.

Go on. Talk to her.

I want you back in five minutes.

Fawn?

I should've said thank
you for saving my life.

It's all part of the job.

So what are your plans then?

The same as always,

except they won't involveSorry...

I wouldn't have gone

What are your plans? Why do
you want to know, Sergeant?

You know why I want to know, Fawn.

I'm going to do what Audrey
would've wanted me to do.

Follow the dream.

What's the dream? A man that
I can rely on. Four kids.

Oh. Right.

I want what your wife probably
thought she was getting, John.

I hope you find it.

I will.

Ladies and gentlemen, in the red
corner, representing the senior ranks,

Chief Inspector George
"Go And Get Him" Gently!

And in the blue corner,
The Lindisfarne Lip himself

Sergeant John "Back
Him While YouCHEERING

What's my name?! I'm so pretty!
You tell that Ugly Bear my name!

Right. I want a fair contest.
No spitting, no gouging.

Gouging?! We're only messing about, man.

Mind the nose, George.
Still a bit sore. Is it?

MAN: Come on, then, let's go.

Come on!

Seconds out. Round One!

I am The Greatest! I am The Greatest!
What's my name?! What's my name?!

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven...

'Eight, nine, ten... He's out.'

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