All language subtitles for inspector_george_gently_season_3_-_episode_02

ALL CHANT: 1, 2, 3, 4.
No-one wins a nuclear war!

1, 2, 3, 4...

1, 2, 3, 4.
No-one wins a nuclear war!

1, 2, 3, 4.
No-one wins a nuclear war!

1, 2, 3, 4.
No-one wins a nuclear war!

1, 2, 3, 4.
No-one wins a nuclear war!

1, 2, 3, 4.
No-one wins a nuclear war!

Hey, back, you stay back.

1, 2, 3, 4.
No-one wins a nuclear war!

I am warning you.

What are you going to do?

WHISTLE PEEPS

Get off me! Come on.

Straight down. Bit of overtime?

You missed a right good scrap, sir.
Hundreds of them turned up.

Where's your collar numbers, John?

Must have got tugged off.

On both sides?
It was a hell of a scrap, sir.

Ow! You're breaking my arm!

CROWD: We hate the pigs!
We hate the pigs!

I need your name, sir.

I want a lawyer present. We can't
get you a lawyer without a name.

How's he supposed to know
who to send his bill to?

Who's in charge here...?

Is it you?
No, sir, I'm a Chief Inspector.

What's your number?
My name is DCI George Gently.

Make a note of that.
I haven't been offered a phone call.

That's because you've only
been arrested, sir. You haven't
been charged with an offence.

I teach at the university.
I think I know my rights. Would you
like to be charged with an offence?

No, but I do want to make a
complaint. I've been assaulted.

Let this
officer book you in

and then you
can register your complaint.
And you'll throw it in the bin.

Nazi! Oi!

Show some respect! Oink, oink!

ALL: Oink, oink! Oink, oink!

Shut up!

ALL: Oink, oink! Oink, oink!

You want to go straight into the
cells, eh? Anybody still singing...

Right open the doors!

Come on, John.

You're not Greavsie, keep it simple!

Shoot! Shoot!

Yes!

Oi! England could
use you in the World Cup.

I didn't know you were a fan, sir.

I'm not. Come on, get changed.

We've got a job on. Murder?
Friend of yours apparently.

We found him floating in the
dock this morning.

He and his CND colleagues had
been drinking in that pub there.

He might of had a few
and lost his footing?

He's been in a fight of some sort.

Blow to the back of his head.

Yes. And Gouge marks on
his face as well.

Some of these injuries could
have been post mortem, bobbing about
on the dock all night.

We won't know till we get
the pathologist's report.

Sir.

He's got oil on his clothes.

John. Looks like he's been dragged.

It's not an accident that, is it?
No. I don't think so.

He was unconscious when
he was put in the water.

Cos if he had been conscious
he would have resisted.

He'd have writhed about a bit.

< Sir! Over here, sir.

It's a blood splatter, sir. What?

Is that blood?

Guv.

It's blood. Maybe this is
where he was whacked in the head.

Apparently he left the pub last
night with one of his students.

Name of Elizabeth Higgs.

She hasn't been seen since.

Right.

Do you want us to call
in at your place? Why?

You might want to
pick up a clean shirt.

We are going to a place of
higher learning after all.

I just haven't been to the
laundrette this week. Ok.

Lisa is still at her Mum and Dads.

She definitely wants a divorce. And?

She expects me to stand up in court
and say I've been with other women!

Well, you have...

No other way? Yes, she'll
have to wait for five years.

I've never actually set
foot inside this place.

I was invited to participate in
a debate here a few months back.

Debate what?

"The Law Is An Ass."

How did that go?

They expected me to
oppose the motion.

I had an aunt who came here.

Did you really? Yes, yes.

She used to clean the dorms.

She said they were a mucky lot.

If I could just ask you
to sign there, gentlemen.

Certainly. We log all our visitors,
even officers of the law.

We're told Miss Higgs shared
a room with another girl?

Miss Doyle, sir.

Not the best of
influences I'm afraid.

There you go. Thank you.

I'll show you up.

I see you were in the desert?

I was a mosquito, sir.

You were lucky. I had to march.

Were you with the Eighth?

Came in at Salerno.

You wonder if it was all
worth it now, don't you, sir?

The sacrifice. For this mob.

MUSIC BLARES

No thought for anyone else
of course.

You the Head Porter here?
I have been since I was
demobbed in '47, sir.

Decent girl Miss Higgs.

Worked ever so hard
to get herself here.

Father's only a welder.

It's through here, gentlemen.

Thank you. I'll be at the
front desk if you need me, sir.

He's a right old coot him, ain't he!

His war service is
fairly impressive.

Did you see the Military Cross?

The boys in blue.

I'm Professor Mallory Brown,
Elizabeth's tutor.

You teach Elizabeth...?

Civil Law...

I have all her records in my study.

Follow me.

What do I call you? Chief Inspector.

As in Clouseau? As in Gently.

Do you know what happened?

We've established it
wasn't an accident.

And Elizabeth?

So far we've found no trace of her.

Is that good news? It could be.

She is one of our best students.

Serious, committed.

Had a mountain to climb to get here.

Yes. I understand that she's
from a humble background.

She also has the
handicap of being a woman.

I didn't think that made
any difference these days.

Did you not?

You don't seem overly
concerned about Mr Barratt?

Well, any man's death
diminishes me, of course.

Do you know of anybody who might
have held a grudge against him?

Half the female
population of the university!

Fraser embraced the ideology
of sexual liberation with gusto.

Spreading the gospel of free love
even unto the freshers.

I'm sure you think our campaign
threatens the safety of the Realm.

It doesn't matter what I think.

You're very wrong. It does. This
issue affects every single one
of us.

A nuclear war will wipe us
all from the face of the Earth.

You fought in the war? Yes.

Do you want to see another one?

I don't believe rioting
will achieve peace.

I don't sanction the violence.

I'm a pacifist.
That's the whole point of CND.

Is it? It's Fraser Barratt
and his Trotskyite faction
who argued for violence.

It discourages decent
people from turning up,

scares them away.

You'd almost think that...

Think what?
That the State was paying people
like Fraser to undermine us.

Perhaps there are some decent
people who don't support your aims.

Of ending nuclear war? Of leaving us
defenceless against the Soviet Bloc.

Where's Elizabeth?
Have you locked her up again? No.

Why, should we?
Well, where is she then?
She didn't come back last night.

Her parents haven't
heard from her either.

She would hardly go there! She's
got nothing in common with them.

Hasn't she?
They work in factories and things.
They don't understand her.

Who's this fella then?

Che!
Has he got a second name? Guevara.

I take it he's her boyfriend?

Have you really never heard of him?

Does she have a boyfriend?

Well, she did.

She was courting Fraser Barratt?

It's rather over now.

Poor old Fraser.

Were you in the pub
with him last night?

Yeah. We all were.

After you lot let us split your sty
we all went back to the docks.
Rally the troops.

Change is coming, people!

The world is turning! Things aren't
going to be this way for
much longer.

Today, in the North East

we stood up and
we said, "No to Polaris,

"no to the bomb and no to war!".

Instead we say, "Yes,
to grooving, yes, to peace

and yes, to love"!

Right on.

And don't think,
comrades, that because we failed to
stop these evil submarines arriving

here today that the battle is lost.

Oh, no!

We have plans!

We will enter that yard!

And we will send these
deadly toys back.

Is it true?

What's true, pet? What I just heard?

Probably. How could you?

Look.
Don't get all heavy with me now.

A row.

About what? What do guys and
chicks usually argue about?

I told her I'd done Fraser.

You also had
relations with Mr Barratt.

I didn't have "relations"
with him pork chops.

I HAD him.

You do know what that means?

'Course.

Far out.

French letters. Hardly a surprise.

Cigarette papers. Matches.

He was a Communist Party member.
Is that legal?

We did win the war you know, John.

It's a free society. It was for him.

He was having it away with
half the girls on campus.

Look how much he was getting paid!

They are our taxes, you know.

Makes you wish you'd paid
attention at school, doesn't it?

Is that what I think it is?

Yes. Cannabis resin.

It's a bit late to charge him
with it now, ain't it?

What do you think caused this
injury to the back of his head?

A blunt instrument.

Weighty.

A club?

Yes, something like that.

A truncheon?

Could be.

When Mr Barratt was detained here,
he wanted to make a complaint.

He threatened to.

Did he? Don't think so.

We nearly lost control of them.
We had to weigh in.

So he might have got a clump?

If they had broken through our
lines and got into that dock they'd
have had the Navy to deal with.

Could this have killed him?
I can't give an opinion until
I've done the post mortem.

But from a superficial examination
I think it's unlikely.

So he might not have been
drunk, he could have been
suffering from delayed concussion.

Yes, highly possible.
So if he was still dizzy when he
left the pub, he'd be easy prey.

Yes, he would.

Anyone would have been
able to overpower him. Even a woman.

Morning, Guv.

All right.

Morning, sir!

Well, Gently, any progress?

Not much, we've issued her photo
to the press, no response, so far.

I'm struggling for boots
with all these demos.

We will apply
ourselves, Chief Constable.

With Polaris in the County
we are going to be under
an intense spotlight.

Which means that if we can make
it through to Christmas without
incident it's gongs all round.

No doubt. Now we've got this
Association Football tournament
nonsense coming here as well.

Just means more louts.

Association Football tournament!

What is he talking about?

Not a clue! Sir.

They've dredged something up.

Is this it?

Pulled it out an hour ago, sir.

Why would she throw this away?

Maybe she went in with it.

It looks like a child's
hand writing, doesn't it?

Does the name "David Swift"
mean anything to anybody?

You mean Swifty?

Aye, he works at the
dockyards over here.

You'll find him in his caravan
around the corner. Thank you.

Get this in a box for us, will you?

Yes, sir.

THICK GEORDIE ACCENT:
I already spoke to your lads.

He said he's already been
interviewed. Where's Swift now?

I divvent knaa. He diwnae
been back hym sin Satdee neet.

He doesn't know. He hasn't
seen him since Saturday night.

All right if we have a look in here?

Aye gan reet aheid an help yorsel.

He's canny lad like. Parish bairn.

He's all right. He's an orphan.
He rents this place does he?

Two bob a week.
Two shillings a week.

Thank you, John. I understood that.

That's his bed there.

Is that him?

Aye, that's him.

Where exactly is this
Polaris submarine?

The Naval dry docks
just through there, sir.

Who's got a key to these gates?

Whoever's on watch. Me or Swifty.

Do you smell bacon?

News? I'm afraid not.

David Swift,

earnest lad.

We met him one day when we were
out leafleting the dock workers.

Hoping to get them onto our side.

He's very eager to improve himself.

Elizabeth offered
to teach him to read.

Were they romantically connected?

She was infatuated with Fraser.

But Fraser Barratt and
David Swift knew each other?

Well, I suppose they may have done.

Fraser loved the working
people as a class,

he proclaimed that with his help
they would shortly inherit

the earth. But he had very
little interest in any of its
individual representatives.

David Swift lives just a few minutes
away from where Barratt was killed.

Any thoughts on that?

No. Have you?

It seems more than mere coincidence.

And Elizabeth? The jotter's wet.

We only found her satchel.

We've no idea where she is.

Oh, oh. Fuzz alert.

Hello. You heard from Elizabeth?

No, why? Do you know where she is?
I wish I did.

I hear you're in the midst
of a Sexual Revolution.

I was reading your posters.

You should jump on board, baby.

You can't make love if
you're wearing chains.

Kick the bishop out the bedroom
and that old judge goes too.

Everyone is free to do
exactly what they feel,
whenever they feel like it.

You'll see a totally
different world.

Aye, YOU will!

If we're all making love.

We won't have time to make bombs.

I might give it a go.

There's nothing that
hasn't been done before.

Just that nobody has to
lie about it any more.

Sniffer dog, sniffer dog.

Snoop's about, got to split.

Not invited you on
board the Love Train then?

No chance of that.

They're getting their way though.

Soviets will be coming here soon.
Only for football, we hope.

Roker Park will be sold out with
all the Commies up here. Aye.

The way things are going, there'll
be a statue of Lenin on Gilesgate
and all be learning Russian.

They've already
taken over this place.

Their tendrils reach everywhere.

Even the governors.
What do you mean?

Water under the bridge now.

Sir.

Charles the Head Porter and Barratt
had a big fall out three weeks ago.

Really, why?

He discovered that Barratt had stayed
overnight in Elizabeth Higgs' room.

Now this is against College rules.
Listen...

"Any inappropriate relationship
between academic staff and students
is strictly forbidden".

So presumably he reported him?

Yes, he did and Barratt
would have been sacked for this.

But Professor Mallory Brown
stepped in and saved his skin.

Claimed that he'd been working with
her all that evening. Maybe he had?

Maybe he had but wait for this.

When Barratt was off the hook
he turned it all against Charles.

Said that Charles told lies.

Said he'd been slandered and
then he tried to get Charles fired.

What was the outcome?
The Governors are still considering
whether to reprimand him.

Well, bring him in.
Let's see what he has to say.

Barratt stayed overnight
in the room of a female student.

I reported him
as I am duty bound to do.

Unfortunately, the governors
accepted his denials.

That must have been
very wounding for you?

They could hardly accuse two of
their academic staff of lying.
And were they?

Absolutely.

Both Barratt and Professor Brown
are driven by political ambitions.

The interests of their
young students seem not to
register with either of them.

Surely they have a right
to protest? No doubt.

But his group intend to take
matters into their own hands.

They want to sabotage
the Polaris subs.

You think that's why he died?

I've no idea, sir.

But he was playing with fire.

Were you down in the docks
Saturday night?

Yes, I was.

Can you tell us why?

No. What! Just "no"?

I'm sorry. I can't say why.

You're going to have to,
this is a murder enquiry.

I'm sorry. Does the reason that
you won't answer perhaps have
anything to do with a woman?

Yes, sir, it does. In a way.

You're going to have to explain.

We are only interested
in finding a killer here.

It's very awkward, sir.

Nevertheless.

It involves Her Majesty.

I see.

Mosquitoes was our nickname
for the Long Range Desert Group.

They operated deep
behind enemy lines.

Oh, right. Were you a Commando?

Special Air Service, actually, sir.

Worked very closely with
Military Intelligence.

I spoke to a commander
down in Special Branch.

They will neither confirm nor deny
that they know Charles Hexton

but they did advise me to
exclude him from our enquiries.

Which is as
good a confirmation as we'll get?

Yes. Let's find David Swift.

Photograph, sir. Right, good.

Thank you. David Swift...

Hasn't been back home to his
digs since Saturday night.

We want to speak to him urgently.

Elizabeth Higgs?
Are you Detective Sergeant Bacchus?

Adriana said you were groovy.

Are you all right?
Yes. Just a bit dizzy.

You all right? I'm fine now, thanks.

I've not eaten.

Taylor, fetch us a cup of tea,
will you? Nice and sweet.

I need to ask you a few questions
about Fraser Barratt.

I know you do.
Are you aware that he's dead?

I read it in the papers.

Have you any idea who killed him?

Yes. I do. I think I did.

Did you offer her a lawyer?

No. She didn't ask for one.

She's 19.

She is studying Law.

Probably not even got as
far as the Magna Carta yet.

I'm Detective Chief
Inspector Gently.

I'd like you to tell us exactly
what happened on Saturday night.

I discovered what a rotter
Fraser was.

Fraser, wait for me!

Don't you love me any more?

Of course I love you, pet.
I just don't feel you right now.

I thought we were... What?

Forever.

Yes.

Come on.

Nothing's forever.

I'm just not a one woman sort of
guy. Can't you understand that?

Yeah, I understand.
I understand that all right.

You're a liar and a cheat!

Adriana told me everything!

I hope she didn't tell
you everything.

Scumbag!

Argh!

That's my work!

Crazy chick! You need to see
a shrink. Are you all right?

Go away from me. Leave me alone!

I left him there.

You believed you had killed him?

Well, I thought he'd maybe
fallen in after I'd gone.

Was David Swift with you
at any point in the evening?

David, no.

So you never told your lover
about this young lad you
were teaching to read?

I might have mentioned him but...

They didn't ever meet.
I think they did.

Really, when? Perhaps as
recently as Saturday night.

Oh! Are you OK? Argh!

Ambulance, quickly!

Promise you won't tell anyone
about this. Where did you go?

Edinburgh.

Who do you know in Edinburgh?

No-one.

That's why I went there.

I had a phone number.

Did you dial it?

Yes.

I booked in. Then I read in
the papers that Fraser was dead.

I knew I couldn't
go through with it.

This is all I've
got left of him now.

If you could excuse us, please.

That's OK.

She could still have done it, sir.

Fit of rage.

She seems like a nice girl but

women go a bit loony when they're
in the family way, believe me.

Lisa went mental.

Crying like the world's ending.

Hurling things around.

At you? Yeah, at me!

Women can't handle their
emotions like we can.

Fraser Barratt weighed
eleven and a half stone.

You reckon she could have
dragged him into the water?

Maybe somebody helped her.

David Swift? He lives nearby. She
only has to run over to his place.

Why would Swift help her? Well...

He looks up to her.

She was teaching him.

She's his best chance
of getting on in life.

Yes.

Maybe he was carrying
a torch for her.

Yes.

How is she?
She's out of danger, apparently.

Has she lost it? No. She was lucky.

Do you think so?

You knew she was pregnant,
didn't you?

She confided in me, yes.
You should have informed us.

It was confidential.

Did you give her that
phone number in Edinburgh?

If she has that child

it's the end of her degree.

The end of her career.

And she'll be all on her own
with nothing.

Are you aware it's
Fraser Barratt's child?

Yes. Well aware.

Sir. Customs picked up
David Swift last night.

He was nicked trying to stow
away on a freight ship

bound for Helsinki.

There you go.

He was born South Shields
in 1946, raised by nuns.

He's worked on the dock
since he was 14, sir.

He told you all this already?

No! No! No!
We can't get a cheep out of him.

But he was carrying his passport.

And this.

Same as what Barratt had.

Any idea where this place is.
No. No idea.

I thought you knew all the
nightclubs in the North East, John.

Right.

David.

What made you want to run away?

I've nothing to say to you.

Elizabeth Higgs.

You know who I'm talking about,
don't you?

This is your writing.

Of course, yeah.

Bless her. She met you
out campaigning for the CND.

You familiar with any
of their other members?

Fraser Barratt?

Come on! Fraser Barratt.

You know, commie bloke from
up the Uni. Big head, thought
himself a bit of a ladies man.

I think you did know Fraser Barratt.

Did you socialise with him?

At the Seagull Club, perhaps?

He was murdered very near your home.

I heard about that on the news.

I didn't know that was his name
though. So you know absolutely
nothing about how he met his death?

No. Are you sure?

I have nothing to
say to you. We can keep
you here overnight you know.

So it might be
a lot more comfortable for you

if you just decided
to cooperate with us.

I have nothing to say to you.

Nigel.

Sir.
I've been onto the Licensing Board.

I have a trace on the Seagull Club.

It's part of a hotel in Whitley
Bay, sir. Near the seafront.

Have we made any progress? Some.

I thought this might be useful, sir.

It's the names of all the
students who attended
the protest on Saturday.

Also the one's who
were in the bar later.

Members, affiliates etc.

Is this an official position?

Informal, sir, deniable.

Why didn't you show me this before?

I had to get clearance.

I don't see Elizabeth Higgs
name down here.

I recorded her as X5, sir.

I wouldn't want to ruin her career.

She'll grow out of all this.

Evening, gentlemen,
I'm afraid this is a private club.

Yes, we're aware of that,

aren't we, John. Yes.

We've been here before.

All right, come in, tout-suite.

Evening.

What can I do you for?

Er, I'll have a pint of...
Two gin and tonics, please.

I don't like gin and tonic.
I want a pint.

You're on duty, son, don't
look a gift horse in the mouth.

Seems quite tame, in here,
doesn't it?

It's nice. I'd bring a bird in here.

Put a tosheroon on the
tab for me, ducks.

You have done well.

This is a teapot's place.

You flipping well knew, didn't you?

I had my suspicions.

You do know what they get up to
in here, don't you?

I've got a fair idea, John.

Barratt was getting it every
which way, wasn't he?

Excuse me?

Same again?
No. I need your help, please.

With what?

Do you recognise either of them?

No. Yes.

We're police officers.

And we're closing now.

I don't want to alarm your
customers. We're not from Vice.

We are not interested in vice.

We're investigating a murder.

Who's dead?
This man. I don't know who he is.

I might have seen him in here once.

How about him. No. Look.

We'll be here tomorrow night.
And the night after.

And the night after. And by then
your clientele will be thinning out.

OK, OK...

I do know her. Is he a regular?

He pops in from time to time.

Tell me anything else about him?

In here, duck, they don't tell you

and you don't ever ask.

OK, thanks. Are you going
to leave us in peace now?

I think so.

All right, I'll tell you for free.

He came in once, last week.
I can't tell you what night.

He stayed for an hour.

I don't think
WE were his cup of tea.

Anybody with him? On his todd, duck.

I only remember him because he
swiped all me matches off the bar.

Are we going to report
that place to Vice, sir?

You heard my promise to him.

Sir, it's flagrantly illegal
what they get up to in there.

Buying drinks and peanuts?

You know what they do.

We're here to investigate a murder.

Sir! What about the
people that live round here.

Or bring their kids to the beach?

It's Whitley Bay it's not Soho.

You never get near
the real owners anyway.

Next week they'll open up
a place two streets away.

I worked Vice in Soho
for several years.

All I learnt was that the harder
you push these vice lords
down the stronger they get.

In the end they beat us anyway. How?

They bought us. YOU took a bribe?

Perhaps I should have done.

I'd have been Chief Constable
by now.

Are you ready to talk to us?

Right.

You frequent
a club in Whitley Bay which is a
known haunt for homosexuals.

I have nothing to say to you.

You're a pansy.
I can get you locked up for what you
get up to down there.

I'm not ashamed.
I don't hurt anyone else.

You and Fraser Barratt,

you were having it away, weren't you?

Were we heck!

You arranged to meet him
down the docks.

All goes wrong.

So you kill him.
I don't even know this fella!

Don't lie.

Don't lie. You met him here.

This is rubbish! It's a fairytale!

Fairytale!

Did you see Elizabeth Higgs
at any point on Saturday night?

No. She was down in the docks.

Well, I wasn't. Where were you then?

You know where I was.
You won't have any witnesses?

How can I? Soon as they put their
hand up you'll have cuffs on them.

That's convenient, isn't it?

Was Fraser Barratt
attempting to blackmail you?

Compel you to open the
gates so his lot could get
into the Naval dockyard.

I've told you I don't even know him!
He's dead.

Yeah, well, I never knew him.

He tailed you
to the Seagull Club, didn't he?

Discovered your sexual habits
and threatened to expose you.

I never knew him.

Really, I never met him.

I never even heard of him 'till now.

Taylor. Get his stuff.

Oi! Don't go too far.

We might want to speak to you again.

You do understand the
terms of your release?

You have to come back and report to
us at nine o'clock tomorrow. Ah-ah!

Well, keep a hold of this. No
jumping on any more boats then, eh.

I'm working tomorrow
at nine o'clock.

Well, you'll have to take
some time off, then, won't you?

Just sign there, please, sir.

Just a cross will do.

Are you sure about this, guv?
Nothing to hold him on.

He did it though? Quite possibly.

But where's his motive? He
doesn't seem to have known Barratt.

The Head Porter though.

He seemed to be very protective
of Elizabeth, didn't he?

I thought that was his job?

What? Spying on a young girl's
rooms in the middle of the night.

It's not exactly
fighting the Cold War, is it?

Mr Hexton.

Do you mind if I ask you a few more
questions about Elizabeth Higgs?

You saw her arrive at the pub?

Yes, sir.
But you never saw her leave?

I only wanted to establish
who was meeting down there.

I didn't stay much longer.

You close to Elizabeth?

No, sir, not at all.

But you admire her?

Well, yes.

She had a struggle to
get here as I told you.

What are you implying?

How did you know that Fraser Barratt
had been in her room overnight?

I saw him emerging
in the early hours.

You were spying on her?

Certainly not.

I was called to a room on the
floor above. Their lights had fused.

I happened to be passing
her door and saw him.

So you report every incident then?
No.

But I chose to report Barratt's.

He was taking advantage of
a very impressionable girl.

From that background she was
easy prey to a seducer like him.

Perhaps their feelings were mutual.

God, man, she's 19.

He was supposed to be her teacher!

You think I have some sort of
salacious interest in Miss Higgs?

Isn't wanting to protect a young
girl from harm sufficient motive?

Yes, but why her?

The other students here have family
and connections to fall back on.

She has none. So yes,
I do have particular regard for her.

But I was repelled to discover
Barratt had taken advantage of her

and I reported him to
prevent it happening again.

Unfortunately, I failed and she is
in hospital, and expecting.

And you could lose your job?

I think the Governors will
recognise now I told the truth.

So, really, Fraser Barratt's death
was quite fortuitous for you?

I suppose it was.

But it's come rather
too late for Miss Higgs.

Where's Gently?

He has gone up the hospital, sir.

Lisa claims that she has
asked you for a divorce.

It's what she wants, sir.

Is it what you want?

Do you want your daughter
to grow up fatherless?

Lisa seems to have made up her mind.

She's only a young girl!
She doesn't know her own mind.

She certainly doesn't understand
the shame she is going to feel.

Along with the rest of our family.

I did ask her to reconsider.

Well...

Well, perhaps she'll
calm down eventually and realise
she's better off married.

No matter how disappointing
a husband you might be.

Yes, sir.

Well. You've made an arrest anyway.

That's good. Has he confessed?

No. He denies it.

He had the opportunity though, yes?
And the motive?

It wasn't enough to charge him on.

Are you quite sure
about that, Sergeant?

I mean...

Lad like him?

Never going to get a
decent lawyer, is he?

The DCI thinks we still
need hard evidence, sir.

Shouldn't be too hard
to find though, eh?

You go over that crime scene again.

I fell for Fraser from
the first tutorial.

He told me I wrote the longest
essays and wore the shortest skirts.

His lectures were amazing.

I thought he understood everything.
History, politics, life.

But he was incapable of
hearing any voice but his own.

Not just that.

He couldn't understand
how anyone else felt.

Do you think he was capable
of blackmail, to get what he wanted?

Now I think he was
capable of anything.

Are you sure you don't mind?

No. Not at all.

I worked so hard to get here.

All my friends going out on a Friday
night and I'm sat at home revising.

I was going to be a lawyer.
Fight for people's rights.

But now I'm going to be Mum.

Wondering how to pay off
the coal man and the
milkman, and the tally man.

Just the same as my Mum.

CAR HORN BLARES

Sir! Right.

I need your lads to go
back over this crime scene.

Hands and knees. Every inch.

We need a piece of hard evidence,

a weapon, a fingerprint,
even a fibre, right?

Very good, Sergeant.

When you've done that.
You can go over the caravan as well.

Ok, sir.

Right.

WOLF WHISTLE

There he is lads.
Oh, you little villain!

Don't you mind about them.

You're always be all right
in here with me, you know.

THUMP

David Swift is a homosexual. Ah.

I shan't ask you how
you found that out.

You knew that, didn't you?

It would help if you didn't withhold
information from our enquiries.

It would help if the Law
allowed people to live
and love as they pleased.

Then none of us would have
to keep secrets.

Did you tell Fraser Barratt that
David Swift was a homosexual?

Cos I think you did.

Fraser teased me that David fancied
me. It all became rather tiresome.

How did he react when you told him?

Surprise.

It was a bit fruity

even for Fraser.

Well, he decided to blackmail him.

How did you deduce that?

How did I deduce that?

Barratt was determined to
get into the Naval dockyard.

David Swift had access to
the keys to the dock gate.

He started prowling round
David's caravan.

Followed him to some seedy club.

I wished I'd never told him. Fraser
argued that the campaign was far more
important than David's happiness.

Who else was aware of this plan?
Only me.

Fraser wouldn't let go of the idea.

The plan....

The plan was we'd open the gate,
rush in

and block access to the naval
dry docks where the subs are.

Did any of you stop to consider
what might have happened to
you if this plan had succeeded?

Have you ever stopped to consider
what will happen if a nuclear missile
lands on Tyneside?

RADIO PLAYS

Oh, lovely. Look at that.

I see you got Italy coming up here,
Mrs Laparelli? Are you going to go?

If they played it in the street I'd
shut the curtains. All right!
Only asking!

You on duty?

No.

Me neither,

so let's just
be in the moment, man, you dig?

You looking after Elizabeth?

I don't want to
talk about Elizabeth.

Talk about you then, will we?
If you like.

I'd much rather talk
about you though.

You have totally groovy hair but
you're with the Fuzz.

I've been told to get it cut. Don't.

Promise me.

You knew where Elizabeth
was all along, didn't you?

She called me up. Long distance.

I told her the best thing to do
was to come back and ask for you.

Aye, I forgot,

you're a great friend to her.

Yes, I am a very good friend to her.

Going with her boyfriend and that!

It was the only way to turn her
on to what sort of guy he was.

She was
actually thinking about going ahead
and having Fraser's baby!

She imagined he
would stick around,

give her a ring,
roses and turtle doves.

What about free love?

Elizabeth can't handle free love,

she's much too serious.

Are you coming? >

All right. Bye. See you. >

You have a ring.

Are you married? Yes.

But you're eating in the chippy.

She blew you off!

Far out. Is that right? No.

Mrs Chops had enough of
the pig scene and split.

She's visiting her mother.

Great! How?

You won't be expected back home.
Will you?

Good evening, sir.

I'm so glad Miss Higgs is
safe and back amongst us.

I've been reading through this.

Barratt is FB and MB is
Professor Brown, I presume.
You've cracked my code.

They seem to have met
alone together many times.

Indeed.

They were lovers?
For several years.

She supervised his PhD.

She's considerably older.

Anything goes here.

He had other girls.

No young lady was safe around him.

Professor Brown put up with it
until a few months ago,
when he finally dropped her.

Why? He got his tenure,

permanent position.

He no longer needed her.

Then why did she lie in front of the
university governors to protect him?

Women allow love to
completely govern their lives.

Don't we?

Not to the point of
destroying ourselves.

You got one life, man,
and then it's gone,

or the bomb comes and bang,

you're ash in a flash.

Could happen tomorrow.

Yes. Yes, it could.

When that flash comes you want
to have a lot to remember, right.

My mum was the first
girl my dad ever kissed.

They were younger than
me when they got married.

They've been together for 25 years
and they never say
a kind word to each other.

They're not happy but
they've left it too late.

My Mum and Dad were
together for 20 years.

Why would you shackle
yourself to just one person

no matter how groovy they are?

If you're in chains,
how can you fly?

What is it you want from me?

Absolutely nothing.

Just a bit of a game
to you this, isn't it?

Life is a game.

Not to people like me it's not.

I'll give you a lift home.

STEAM WHISTLE TOOTS

Don't you listen to your radio?

How did you know where I was?

Dog team passed you half an hour ago.

Didn't want to disturb you.

Something on your mind?

No. I'm just enjoying the view.

Right, try this.

David Swift is dead.

Come on. How?

He caught the Flying Scotsman.

Maybe he did kill Barratt.

Knew that we were going to find
enough evidence to arrest him
again and took the only way out.

But of course you're going to tell
me that in murder investigations it's
never the obvious thing.

Well, actually, John,
it usually is the obvious thing.

Look at his eyeball.
Blood vessels look burst to you?

Yeah. That's petechial
haemorrhaging.

Strangled?

He was already dead when
he was laid on the tracks.

This whole thing has been staged
to look like a suicide,

but it's murder, isn't it? Yes.

All right, maybes
he didn't kill Barratt...

..but he knew who did it.

Go on.

He saw who killed Barratt
and he kept that from us.

Why?

They're a friend. They're a friend!
He wanted to protect them.

He's gone. He cleared right out.

Took all his things.

Did he take a bag with him?
Aye, he did.

Like a duffle bag,
like a tartan one.

He was running away, weren't he?

Do you know where he was headed?

I divvent knaa, bonny lad.

But I knaa he never got there.

I thought I heard you make
a promise not to ever come back.

I'm afraid circumstances
have changed.

It is him, then?

I'm afraid so.

He claimed to us that he was
down here, Saturday night.

I don't recall.

You can't hurt him now, you know.

I never saw him Saturday.

I think he were working.

In the docks.

He came in here last night, early.

He had a couple of port and lemons.

He said he was going
up to the university.

Why's that? He said his friends
there would look after him.

I just listened, of course.

Did he name these friends?

I doubt he really had any, chuff.

Swift lied to us.

He was there in the dock that night.

If he saw what happened,
that gives somebody a motive.

Let's try the university.

Is it true?

I'm afraid so.

Why did he do it? He didn't.

You know, David once mentioned there
are a lot of queer bashers about.

And you can't go to the police,
and the law doesn't protect you.

The law is there to protect young
lads from them. He WAS a young lad.

Mr Hexton. May I look at your
register for last night, please?

Of course, sir.

You a service to go to or something?

Governors hearing, sir.
Later on this afternoon.

Right. Thank you very much.

Good luck with that hearing. Thank
you, sir, but I doubt I'll need it.

Did either of you see
David Swift up here yesterday?

Yes. I saw him last night.

Where did you see him?
Back at the Prof's place.

She had a bit of a scene going on.
Dave was there.

What time did you leave?

I dunno. Well, I had a few.
It was late, about 2 o'clock.

Was David still there?

I can't remember.

When did you first
confide to Professor Brown

that you were
carrying Barratt's child?

On Saturday.

In the pub after the demo.
She overheard me telling Adriana.

What was her reaction?

She was furious.
She told me to get rid of it.

Was it her gave you
that phone number?

She told me if it didn't work
she'd kick me down the stairs.

I thought you'd be at the docks.
We've another demo today.

We still have business here.

Was David Swift here last night?

Yes. I, er...

I think he still is... somewhere.

Unlikely. He's dead.

Really?

What happened? How did he die?
You tell us.

'He came round here last night.

'I couldn't tell you
exactly what time.

'I wasn't expecting him.'

David? Hiya.
What are you doing here?

I've been with the pigs.
They've just let me go.

Can I come in?

Of course. Yeah.

I thought maybes you could
help me with the police.

Darling, I'm too spaced right now.

Just grab a pew
and find yourself a drink.

Hey, David.

I'll stick to my ciggies.
It's prime Kabul black.

Widdershins! Pass to the left, man.

MUSIC AND LAUGHTER

Last time you saw him?

Yes.

You claim you were utterly opposed
to Fraser Barratt's plan
to blackmail David Swift.

Yes, I was indeed.

And the night he was killed you were
celebrating with him in the Holborn.

I was celebrating our demo.
Not Fraser Barratt.

What time did you leave the pub? I
don't know. Closing time, probably.

You were dead set against
Elizabeth bearing Barratt's child.

Excuse me, Inspector.

Are you questioning me
about my feelings or my actions?

Just answer the question. You were
against Elizabeth having his child.

Not his child - any child!

There are very few women
with Elizabeth's potential.

Any silly girl can have a baby.

You and Fraser Barratt used
to be lovers, didn't you?

It's a very broad church, but...

However, your affair
lasted several years.

You cared for him?
I also hated him.

Oh. Is that what
you wanted me to say?

You actually think I killed him?

Followed him from the pub
to confront him with his terrible
betrayal of my love.

You do, don't you?

What, a barren woman,
spurned for a younger one?

The male arrogance
of your deductive reasoning
is really quite incredible.

You see these journals?

I have material
published in every single one.

I also have nine books
published, one a novel.

I have a citation from the Sorbonne.

I have a paper
to deliver to Harvard.

I fly there next week.

I then travel to New York
to give a lecture.

Unfortunately
I don't have a child to nurse.

Do you have children?

No. A wife?

Perhaps like me you made a decision
to put your profession first.

For a woman that rather means
closing the door on domestic bliss.

I don't ever regret it.

The night of the demo.

Your CND branch met here? Yes.

Did you discuss Fraser Barratt's
plan to get into the dockyard?

We did, yes. Afterwards.
He wouldn't budge.

Where did this
discussion take place?

Here. After the committee meeting.

Afterwards? Yes.

Who was there?

Just myself and Fraser.

Nobody else? No.

When I was doing my basic training
we had a fellow from the Mosquitoes

come and show us how
to resist interrogation.

He told us, "Name, rank, number.

"Any other questions
you block by saying,

"'I have nothing to say to you',
'I have nothing to say to you'."

Swift wasn't in the army, sir.

No, but he knew somebody who was.

CROWD CHANT: One, two, three, four!
We don't want a nuclear war!

Mr Hexton?

Guv.

John.

Careful, sirs.

Stay well clear.

Her mob of reds are going
to ruin your crime scene, sir.

It doesn't matter very much.
We've gathered all our evidence.

Ye knaa who killed Barratt?

A young man down the docks
saw everything that happened.

Did he indeed?

And now he's dead.
But you know that, don't you?

Be a man, Mr Hexton.

I fought for each of these medals,
ye knaa. I earned them!

I don't doubt it.

I'm as much a man as either of you.

Without question.

But God cursed me when he made me.

He gave me a mortal sin
I couldn't resist.

A young squaddie I met...
took me there one night.

'A year ago.

'I swore to myself
I'd never go back.'

'I was more scared of going into
that place than a jerry foxhole.'

I work for British Rail, you know.

Do you, Mr Jones?
Aye. In, eh, Manchester.

Each time I swore
would be the last.

Sometimes weeks'd go by
without a blemish.

But he discovered where you worked?

Aye.

He was coming to the college
for reading classes or some such.

'But he never embarrassed me.

'He never acknowledged
that he knew me.'

'But he did.'

Then a few days ago...

I heard the reds
had a committee meeting.

Just a moment.

'We have unfinished business.'

Catch you down
in the bar, chicklet.

I'm begging you, Fraser, please
don't go ahead with this.

Why not? It's beautiful.

I've been down to his queer club
and everything.

What a scene!

'They're all at it hammer and tongs.'

'I've got snaps en flagrante.'

'Of David?!' 'Yeah.'

'Grooving with these other geezers.
Police would have him sewing mailbags
the minute they set eyes on 'em.'

You'll destroy him.

Omelettes and eggs, my dear.

'Omelettes and eggs.'

But I could hardly tell your mob
what he intended, could I?

It's all right for that
lot to have free love.

But not for chaps like me.

Fraser, wait for me!

Don't you love me any more?

Of course I love you, pet.
I just don't feel you right now.

Charles! David.

I've no time to stop.

There's a fellow on his way
here to try and obtain a copy
of the gate key from you.

Why? Never mind why.

Just listen to me, David.

You have to let him take the key.

I can't do that. You can.
There'll be no consequences.

I'll make sure of that.

He'll threaten to expose you.

He has photographs.

Of us? No... I don't know, David.

Do this my way.

Trust me.

Hand him the damn key,
or do whatever he asks.

I will sort it all out.

I won't leave you embarrassed.

Charles?

HE LAUGHS

Well, well, well!

Am I going to have some
fun with this! Get in there.

Eh? Stay inside.

Oh, Charles!

'Didn't feel much for him.'

Laddie!

Shame of it is...

..The boy saw what happened.

Then last night,
long after you left.

'I was dozing in my armchair,
half asleep.'

KNOCKING AT DOOR

All right, Charles?

Whatever do you want?

I've spent the day down Durham nick.

In the cells.

They thought I'd killed
that Barratt fella.

I see.

I did it to protect you.

I appreciate that, Charles.

I didn't tell them nothing.
I never said a word. Thank you.

But if they bring me back
in and charge me, I'm going
to have to tell them something.

I just need shot of Newcastle.

Get out on a boat
and I'll never be back.

They'll find you.

Not if I'm with you.

You know how to get round the world.

I want you to come with me.

To do what?
We can live how we want to.

The world is changing, Charles!

We could travel together,
we could be ourselves.

Are you mad, boy?

Don't you want to be with me?
Of course not!

How dare you? Get out of my house!

Don't you care about me?

We had something...me and you.

Shut up! Out of my house!
Just leave!

I will.

I will, I'll go and I'll
tell the police everything.

No, you won't. Why not?
You don't care about me!

You won't! Ah, Charles!

I thought you said you loved me.

I did not.

I did not! I did not!

I did not!

I...did...not.

I'm sorry.

Poor child.

You know the rest.

I waited till the wee small hours,

I laid him on the rail tracks...

..Shed a tear for him...

and meself.

Don't try it, laddie!
Get back! BACK!

All right. Come on.

Disgusting. Wherever will it end?

No idea, sir.

Shoes.

In there.

I want him watched like a hawk.

He's a suicide risk.

I doubt he'd have the guts, man.

Don't.

I thought you might use these.

Thanks, lad.

Will you give this to Lisa from me?

If that's you want.

Tell her, I'll go to court
and I'll make a show of myself.

She can get on with living her life.

I'll tell her.

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