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(bright orchestra music)

(eerie music)

(screaming)

(suspenseful music)

- Nothing under the fingernails?

She didn't stand a chance, then.

Pity, yeah.

Yeah, in more ways than one.

He's walking around without a scratch,

without a mark on him.

No, no super's not here yet.

Shouldn't be long then.

Yeah, I do know what sort of mood you'll be in.

Oh god, here he is.

- I had him!

I was a stroke up on the ninth!

A birdie on the 10th!

And five pounds riding on the whole issue.

And then I got your phone call.

Well when did it happen?

- [Truscott] Last night between 10, 10:30.

- How?

- [Truscott] Strangled.

(snapping fingers)

- Karen Waters.

- Yeah good decent girl.

Just on her way home. - Where from?

- She had been to borrow some books from a friend

um, a girlfriend.

- Well report so far.

Five pounds I could've won.

(sighing)

Oh it'll be a stranger, x the unknown,

somebody's she's never met before.

(bell dinging)

(mumbles)

- Let me.

- Oh hello.

Well you're up bright and early then.

- Yeah I just came form the base, I need some cigarettes.

- Your usual?

- Yeah.

- Will that be all sir?

- For now.

- Yes that will be all.

- Are you free tonight?

- I guess I might be.

- Will you call me?

- I think I will.

- Well that's good enough.

I'll see you, same place.

(soft ominous music)

(ominous music)

- She's late.

- Ms. Morris is never late.

Look it's half a minute to go yet.

- Why she doesn't give me a key of my own,

I'll never know.

I am the assistant librarian after all.

- She will George, when you're a big boy.

- Morning George.

Morning Gillian.

- Morning Ms. Morris.

(bell clock ringing)

- How about the murder then?

- What murder?

- Have you seen the papers yet?

Here, not far from here either.

- No it doesn't say it's a murder.

- Girl found dead in her 20s.

It wasn't old age, wasn't it?

- I did that.

Stared at 'em for hours.

Hoping for one of those flashes of inspiration

like you get in detective books.

- No I wasn't doing that.

I was wondering-- - Who did it.

- No.

If or when, he'll do it again.

- George, there will be murder if you don't get on

with some filing.

- Morning George.

- Morning Mr. Stubbs.

- Oh good morning Mr. Stubbs.

- Oh hello Gillie.

- Good morning Mr. Moriss.

- Morning Mr. Stubbs.

- Now what do you advice for today?

- Well the leader in the Times,

you'll find that interesting and there's another

extract from the book on the (mumbles) page four,

I've marked it.

- Oh that is very kind of you, thank you.

- I still don't understand it.

Well how you know what he wants to read.

- Well that's because I don't just come in here

to read the newspapers.

Sometimes I borrow a book as well,

isn't that right Mr. Morris?

- What's that got to do with it?

- Ms. Morris you see, (mumbles).

She swears that you can judge a persons character,

you know likes and dislikes by the books that he reads.

- Is that right?

- Yes I think I can.

- All right then.

This is my current reading.

Judge me.

- I'll try.

(giggling)

Oh um, imaginative, impulsive.

You like adventure and marmalade for breakfast.

- There you are, didn't I tell you?

- I'll have to retaliate though.

- Retaliate? - Mm.

From now on I'm going to keep a close eye

on what you're reading Ms. Morris.

- Good morning.

- Hello Betty.

- Hi.

Well where's the coffee then?

- Sh.

- Well it is 10:30 you know.

- Yes I suppose we can take a break now.

- Would you like a cup of coffee Mr. Stubbs?

- Oh thank you so much, I'd love some.

- I brought you a couple of warn out (mumbles).

- Sh, sh, sh, sh. - They are your favorite

aren't they?

- I'll get as big as a house.

(heels clanking)

- Did you go out last night?

- No I couldn't, I had some work to catch up on.

- Who's looking after the shop then?

- Well I closed it for 10 minutes.

- Al Poffrey won't like that.

- Mr. Poffrey trusts me to run the shop while he's away.

He even trusts me with a key.

(giggling)

Anyway I went out.

I had a fantastic time.

I'm going out again tonight.

- Ooh, anyone I know?

- No and don't ask me who.

I promised I wouldn't tell.

Well he's a married man you see.

- Oh that's a bit silly isn't it?

- I don't know.

Married men are much more interesting.

They know what it's all about.

- Betty!

- It's true.

- Your mother said you forgot that.

It's your lunch.

- Thank you.

- You shouldn't have gone out of your way.

- It wasn't out of my way, I was passing by anyway.

- Anyway, I'm meeting him again tonight,

half passed eight down by the bridge.

- Bye bye.

- [Gillian] I think you're a fool.

I mean, where's it gonna get you?

- The morgue.

They wanna know if they can release the body to the parents.

- Well yes, I suppose so.

Tell 'em yes.

We've learned all we're gonna learn form the poor girl.

- Yeah, yeah, super says it's okay.

Yeah.

- You ever try to strangle anyone sergeant?

- No sir.

- Well it's not as easy as you might think.

Even if it is just a girl.

She can put up quite a struggle if she's

fighting for her life.

But she didn't.

This was quick, clean, efficient.

Now that could mean one of two things,

either it's somebody she knew,

or it's somebody that's been trained to do it.

- Like me sir?

- Or a serviceman.

- Anyway see you Gillie.

- Okay.

- Thanks for the coffee Ms. Morris.

- Married men are more interesting.

I suspect they are to silly girls like that.

- Yes, I agree.

You know, girls today are very different

from the ones I remember.

- Quite a thing that you do remember them, I should say.

- George.

- That's all right Mr. Morris, it's all right.

He's very young.

Tell me.

Did I ever tell you about that time

when I was in Moltar?

It was a terribly hot summer-- - Yes, as a matter of fact

you did. - Did I?

Oh dear.

I'm always doing that sort of thing.

I'm so sorry.

- Oh, getting all physical George.

- Mind your own business.

- All right, you're so touchy this morning.

Have a bad night did you?

- Yes about tonight, of course I can make it.

Gillie said I was silly, so I know she's envious.

(ominous music)

Gillie, the one that works next door in the library.

(ominous music) No of course

I didn't tell her who you were, I promise.

Really, I just said I was meeting you, that's all.

Honest.

Well see you then tonight, 8:30.

Goodbye.

- I want 20 french cigarettes please.

- Are you sure you're old enough George?

Well I have a big responsibility you know,

running the shop on my own.

And there's a law against selling cigarettes

to anyone underage.

- I'll surprise you one of these days, I really will.

I'll surprise you.

- How George?

Are you gonna turn into a man over night?

(coins clanking)

(bell clock ringing)

- [Ms. Morris] Goodnight George.

- Goodnight Ms. Morris.

- [Ms. Morris] Goodnight Mr. Stubbs.

- Goodnight Gillie.

- Oh goodnight Mr. Stubbs.

See you again tomorrow, same as usual.

- Yes of course.

(heels clanking)

See Gillie it's,

it's not out of poverty you know,

it's a kind of loneliness you see.

When I came out of the navy I felt that,

civilian life had passed me by.

I made a lot of friends when I was a broad

but I had no firm community in one spot.

That's why I come here I suppose.

I feel at home, amongst friends.

See you tomorrow Ms. Morris.

See Gillie, Gillie.

Sorry to go on like this but,

see I,

I could've (mumbles) do other things,

go to other places but I,

I like to come here.

It's the company I suppose.

Anyway you,

you don't have to pity me.

- It hadn't crossed my mind.

- That's good, good.

(chuckling)

Goodnight.

- Goodnight Mr. Stubbs.

(ominous music)

- I've only got another week you know.

- Hm?

Oh yes you're starting terms on Monday, isn't it?

- It's been good for me working here between college though.

I learnt a lot.

- Well, these books.

- No I don't mean that.

I suppose I meant about people.

Take poor old Mr. Stubbs for instance.

Feeling he has to apologize for being lonely.

It's a terrible thing, the fear of being alone.

- Yes, I suppose it is.

- Anyway, I mustn't stay here boring you all night.

Goodnight Ms. Morris.

- Goodnight Gillie, see you tomorrow.

- I'm going for a beer sir, are you coming?

- Double all patrols Truscott.

- Double them?

That'll mean recalling-- - Let's do it.

Double them.

I want this whole town crawling with coppers tonight.

I want everyone to see him.

- Why tonight?

- Just do it Truscott.

- All right.

You know darn well we can't cover every area.

Operations room.

- Well while you're doing that, I'm going for a beer.

(ominous music)

Here you are.

The mountain comes to marmot.

- Thank you very much sir.

I've doubled the patrols sir.

I have three dozen policemen pulled away

form cozy fire sights.

They're belly aching.

- Well they weren't poised for a golf win, were they?

- Sorry sir, I forgot.

Sore point.

(can sizzling)

You still haven't told me, why tonight?

- Full moon Truscott.

It's a full moon tonight.

(soft music)

- Hello love.

- Hey mother.

- Did you bring me a paper?

- I brought you your paper.

- Thank you.

- Oh thanks for remembering my lunch.

It was very kind of Steve to drop it in.

Very kind indeed.

- He didn't want to.

I made him.

There's nothing about the murder.

Oh Liz really, the murder!

Last night.

- Oh yes.

- Couldn't be that many, you could've forgotten.

- Not really interested in murders, that's all.

- There was that other one, though wasn't there?

About what, 10 months ago?

Yes, a murder just like this one.

Young girl, strangled.

- [Liz] Hello Steve.

- Hello.

- Yes it must have been 10 months ago

'cause I remember it was soon after you came

to lodge with us Steve.

- Really?

I don't remember.

Mrs. Morris, I just wanted to tell you not

to bother about supper for me tonight.

I'm going to go out.

- Somewhere nice?

- Just out.

- Isn't that maddening?

Not a word about it.

I do like a nice murder.

(door slamming)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(screaming)

- Not like Steve to go out on a Monday.

He never goes out at all.

- Well he has tonight.

- I wonder where he's gone.

- Oh for Pete's sake he's over 21.

Found himself a girlfriend I suppose.

(soft ominous music)

(soft ominous music)

- Oh come on.

Let's get out there (mumbles).

- Where?

- Well anywhere, the park, the canal,

anywhere it's dark and lonely.

- All right.

(phone ringing)

Sergeant Truscott.

What?

Where?

All right, we're on our way.

You did know.

- Not another one.

- Yeah.

Down by the canal.

- Oh don't tell me it's the same place.

- Yes sir.

- Well there's no hurry, she'll still be there.

(kettle whistling)

(door shutting)

- [Ms. Morris] Steve is that you?

- Ah, hello.

- You're back then.

I've just made a cup of coffee, would you like one?

- Oh no thank you.

- Oh why don't you have this one,

I can make myself another.

- No thanks Liz, coffee keeps me awake.

I have enough trouble sleeping as it is.

- Well, was a nice time had by all?

Did you enjoy yourself?

- So, so.

- Where did you go?

- Just around and about.

Have a good night Liz.

- Goodnight.

(birds chirping)

(water splashing)

- I just told you there's no further statement.

- Yes, yes-- - I told you there

all is to tell. - Yes sir.

- Yeah as soon as we know.

Goodbye. - Yes of course

we're checking every known sex offender.

For the second time.

Full moon.

So what was it, a hunch,

an instinct or?

Did you just will it to happen?

- I don't know, but I was right wasn't I?

I'm a man who likes to be right usually.

Well what's the score?

- Pathologists report indicates a similarity

between this and the last one.

- Indicates a similarity?

- Well you know, KG-- - It's the same man Truscott.

- I know it, you know it.

Pathologists says it's similar.

- Liz, it's your assistant Liz, George.

Steve!

Hurry up now Steve, you'll be late!

- All right. - Ms. Morris,

Gillian and I have been know waiting more than 20 minutes.

There are people queuing up waiting to get

in to the library.

- Haven't you seen the papers?

Betty.

- Terrible.

The whole place is buzzing with it.

But we do run a public service you know.

And the library is still locked.

- See, this would never have happened if you'd

let me have the keys in the first place.

Goodbye Mrs. Morris. - Bye bye.

- George.

I won't be in until later.

- Well don't worry, I can handle everything.

- Do you think you should go in at all dear?

I mean knowing the girl so well--

- I have to go in mother, eventually.

(door slamming)

- What's the matter with her?

- Well it's that murder.

It's all in the paper this morning, look!

Look, there's all that about it.

What a lovely girl she was too.

Liz knew her well you know.

Worked next door.

You know that little sweet shop

right next door to the library?

Well you must've seen her too Steve.

(ominous music)

- I'm glad to see you haven't disintegrated.

Ms. Morris looks as though she's gone all to pieces.

The show must go on eh?

Right well I'll attend to the mail

and you can start on my filing okay?

Oh I'm awfully sorry Mr. Stubbs

that the papers haven't arrived yet this morning.

Ms. Morris is indisposed and forget to collect them.

- Oh I see, thank you.

I've seen all that I want to see, thank you.

Poor Betty. (sobbing)

That's all right Gillie.

All right, all right. (sobbing)

You'll be all right.

Is Ms. Morris about?

- No, no.

I told you, she's indisposed.

But if there's anything I can do to help.

- No, no, no.

There isn't.

Thank you very much George, thank you.

Come on Gillie, come on.

You'll be all right.

All right.

- And that's all I can tell you.

But I just thought you ought to know.

- And we're very grateful Ms. Morris.

Do you think it will help?

- Well anything may help at this time.

- Right, thank you Ms. Morris.

- A married man, she definitely said she was

meeting a married man.

I suppose I should've spoken to her then, warned her.

But really, people don't like to be given advice do they?

Especially very young people.

- Ms. Morris, you can't be more than 28 yourself.

- I'm 29 actually.

Well I mean, and then you see, Betty was a very

impressionable girl, very gullible.

One could tell that from the sort of books she read.

- Yes well thank you for the information Ms. Morris.

Sergeant please. - Oh not at all.

I just hope you get the filthy man who.

I just hope you get him.

- Thank you.

- A married man.

Now if it could be.

No, surely this is the work of a frustrated man.

I say he was single, living alone or with mum.

- Well, the day has started sergeant.

(mumbles)

The cranks.

- Could you say that again sir?

- Frustrated as hell, that one.

- And makes up fantasies to compensate.

- Exactly.

(paper crumpling)

(heels clanking)

(clearing throat)

- Ms. Morris.

What a terrible thing.

A terrible thing-- - I would rather

wait to discuss it.

Please Mr. Stubbs. - Of course.

I quite understand.

Painful.

Gillie I haven't finished with that paper yet.

- Sorry Mr. Stubbs.

- That's all right.

- [Policeman] What time do you close?

- 7:00. (ominous music)

(stamping)

- [Policeman] Thanks.

- Oh sorry.

(ominous music)

- It's a book marker.

- I can see that.

- Polsten just brought it in, found it down by the bridge.

- It could've belonged to anybody.

- Or it could've belonged to the murderer.

If it did, I bet I could guess

what kind of books he likes to read.

- Goodnight Mr. Stubbs.

Goodnight Ms. Morris.

- George.

The key.

You forgot to return the key.

Thank you.

Mr. Stubbs, we are closing.

- Oh good lord.

I must've nodded off.

(ominous music)

That'll do Gillie.

- Oh no, there's still history section I've got to do.

- No, the history section can wait until tomorrow.

- No Liz, I don't mind.

- Please, tomorrow.

- Okay.

- You are going straight home aren't you?

- Yes.

But you don't have to worry about me.

- Oh Gillie, I could walk you part of the way home

if you'd like?

- No, honestly.

Honestly, I can look after myself.

- Just go straight home, that's all I ask.

- Yes, I will.

Goodnight Mr. Stubbs.

- Goodnight.

Ms. Morris?

I think you're gonna be all right tonight.

You see Gillie's a good girl, a nice girl.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight Mr. Stubbs.

(soft ominous music)

- That was very nice Mrs. Morris.

Thank you.

- Good.

(door slamming)

Hello love.

- Liz.

- Have a good day dear?

- Good day?

Hardly.

- Of course, I forgot, that poor girl.

Much about it in the paper.

- Oh I forgot to get one.

- You forgot?

Oh Liz, now that's very selfish of you.

You know how I look forward-- - Well I'm sorry mother,

I'm sorry. - All right.

No need to be so sharp.

Well I didn't forget to cook your supper.

- Should be back about 10.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

(sighing)

Steve going out again.

It's not like him to go out so often

during the week.

- I think he's having trouble with his wife.

- His wife?

He's not married.

- Of course he is.

Or was.

Well, still is I suppose,

they're separated.

But I know she's been after him lately for some money.

- Well he never told me he was married.

- Well I guess he thought you wouldn't understand.

- Why wouldn't I?

- Well not having been married yourself dear, you know.

I think that's why Steve doesn't go out with

any other girls at the moment, he can't afford them.

Or doesn't trust them.

(sirens wailing)

(phone dials clicking)

- Hello.

Good evening.

I wonder if I could speak to Gillian Randall please.

Oh I see.

Well no, if you would just ask her to ring

Elizabeth Morris when she does come home.

Yes, thank you, thank you very much.

- Don't let this get cold dear.

- But I've got to go out.

- What?

- I'm sorry I won't be long.

- Well what about your supper?

- I'm sorry mother.

- Oh dear.

Try and get me a paper will you?

(door slamming)

(ominous music)

Did you get it?

- What?

- My paper.

- Oh no.

Has there been a phone call for me?

- No.

(ominous music)

(tv beeping)

- I didn't think there'd be anybody up.

- I must've fallen asleep.

What time is it?

- After 12.

It's late for you.

- I was half expecting a phone call.

It's late for you too.

What have you done to your face?

- I had an argument with a cat.

A cat I once married.

- Who found it?

- Harris.

He's been patrolling that area all night.

He says he couldn't have been away from the bridge

more than two or three minutes at the most.

- Well he shouldn't have left the bridge at all.

- Well I'll deal with him later.

But it's fashionable isn't it?

It's a young girls I see.

- [Truscott] Yes.

- Young girls don't walk about with only one shoe do they?

- Not if they're alive and still walking.

(slamming)

Harris can't swear to it, but he thinks he heard a scream.

Came straight back to check and that's when

he found the shoe.

- Start dragging the canal.

Every available man.

(bell clock ringing)

- Where's Gillie?

- Late I suppose.

- She's never been late before.

- Well she is now, isn't she?

- Good morning George.

Morning, Ms. Morris.

- Morning Mr. Stubbs.

- Morning Gillie.

- She's not here.

- Huh?

Is she ill or something?

Well don't worry Ms. Morris.

There's an awful a lot of flu about, you know.

- I don't know what you're worried about.

She's only five minutes late.

(phone dial clicking)

- Hello.

It's Elizabeth Morris again.

Tell Gillie not to worry about not returning

my call last night.

If she's not feeling well she--

It can't be.

Well have you told anybody?

The police of course!

Well I know she only lodges with you

but aren't you at all concerned about.

No.

No don't worry.

I'll do it.

Thank you.

- [Mr. Stubbs] Ms. Morris, what's the matter?

What is it?

- Gillie.

She didn't come home at all last night.

- But that's impossible.

I mean Gillie's a good girl, a nice girl.

- I know.

(ominous music)

(phone dial clicking)

Police.

- But we may have the owner of the shoe,

or at least know who she is.

And go over to the US airbase.

Request cooperation from the CO, all that.

I want to question that man.

- Well where are you going sir?

- The library.

- The library?

Don't tell me, our Ms. Morris has solved it for us.

(giggling)

- Well he was youngish, about 25.

Tall, well built.

Handsome in a way.

And wearing uniform.

Do you know who he is?

This is his card?

- Well that may not be his you see,

that might be stolen.

Anyway, you definitely saw him talking

to Gillian Randall?

- Definitely.

They were right across the street

and they talked, and they went off together.

I can't understand it.

Because I mean Gillie is such a level-headed

sort of girl, she's not the kind.

- Most women are unpredictable Ms. Morris.

All women.

Right.

There's just one more thing.

Do you recognize this?

- Oh my god, she's dead isn't she?

- Now at the moment, she is missing.

Now that is all we know.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Yes sergeant.

Yes.

Right.

Well you know what to do.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Sergeant Gerry Masters.

He's on leave at the moment, has been for

the past couple of days.

He's not expected back until next week.

And nobody knows where he is,

or where he's staying.

He might be anywhere.

- That makes me the only witness, doesn't it?

I mean I'm the only one who can identify him.

- I shouldn't worry Ms. Morris.

Getting rid of witnesses only happens in America.

Don't worry.

- Ms. Morris, what a dreadful thing to happen.

I did offer to walk her part of the way home

but she said she'd be all right.

- She'll turn up again, you'll see.

(birds chirping)

- Goodnight Ms. Morris.

- Goodnight Mr. Stubbs.

- I do hope you'll be.

Goodnight.

Goodnight George.

- Oh goodnight Mr. Stubbs.

It's not the same without Gillie is it?

I never thought I'd miss her this much.

- George.

The key, spare key.

You'd better have it.

Just in case.

Well I may be late in the morning,

I'm not feeling very well.

- Well that's more sensible.

I've been telling you for months.

I knew you'd come around to my way of thinking eventually.

- It's just a temporary measure George.

- We'll see.

Goodnight Ms. Morris.

- Goodnight.

(soft ominous music)

(shoes clopping)

(water bubbling)

(forks clanking)

- What's a matter with you?

You look as though you've been running.

- I have.

- Somebody chasing you?

- I thought there was, yeah.

- Oh, (mumbles) half exaggerate.

- Well he does attack women, doesn't he?

And I am a woman, aren't I?

- Oh I think he prefers them a bit younger though,

if the papers are to be believed.

And I doubt that.

Two murders and they always try and link 'em together.

- Three. (mumbles)

- [Steve] What?

- There have been three murders.

- Three?

Is it in the paper?

Have you brought me one tonight?

- No I didn't.

It isn't in the papers anyway.

- How do you know then?

- Police told me.

- Police! - What?

- Well more or less, Gillie didn't turn up today.

- Who's Gillie?

- The young student who's been helping

me out at the library.

You must've seen her the other day when you came in.

- Can't say I noticed, no.

- Well.

She didn't turn up today and she hasn't been home all night.

And the police found one of her shoes down by the river.

- Oh my god. - They're dragging it now.

- But they haven't found her yet?

- Well if they'd found her, they'd hardly be

searching for it, would they?

- Oh she'll probably turn up then.

Minus a shoe and with some silly story.

- That's why I was running you see?

I thought he was behind me.

- Who?

- The killer.

The man that Gillie went out with

last night-- - Oh Liz.

- I saw him quite clearly, I'd know him again.

- Star witness eh?

If you could put the finger on the man responsible.

We'll have to take care of you Liz, won't we?

I'm going out.

Better lock the door after me.

(door shutting)

- This is what is known as devotion to duty, Truscott.

- So as they say.

- Staying (mumbles) of the matter.

- I do admire you for that sir.

- Well, someone has to set an example.

- Of course sir.

Well I hope you get a good night's sleep sir.

- Yes, I hope you do too.

I've had your bed put out in the interrogation room.

(glass knocking)

(glass knocking)

- There's no need to be so impatient.

This is a public call box you know,

and I'm perfectly entitled.

(ominous music)

- We found Gillian Randalls sir!

- Where?

- Phone booth, Mall and avenue.

- Is she dead?

- [Truscott] Strangled.

- Oh my god.

- [Truscott] I sent a car for Ms. Morris.

I thought she could identify the body.

- Morning George.

- Good morning sir, and can I help you in any way?

- Is Ms. Morris away?

- And I'm in charge.

- For the time being you mean.

- Well perhaps.

She found me this morning.

She had to go down to the police,

to make an identification.

- What?

Identifica-- - Gillie.

She said that she hope shed be in a bit later on.

(bell clock ringing)

But somehow, I doubt it.

- No sir it's a different girl entirely.

No not yet sir.

Well of course I've got men checking, but I need more!

As many as you can spare.

Yes I know it's ext--

Oh give me strength!

If we don't get more men sir,

the only thing that's gonna turn up is another corpse!

- Ms. Morris?

Ms. Morris, are you all right?

- Yes, thank you.

- You shouldn't have come in this morning.

I can manage, I told you I could.

- And I'll be all right.

Perfectly.

- It isn't Gillie is it?

- You mean there's been another murder?

- Those catalogs from the county library,

have you sorted through them?

- No, I was waiting until-- - Well you better

see to it right away.

Whatever else you're doing can wait.

- Yes Ms. Morris.

- Ms. Morris can I,

get you some coffee, how bout that?

- Oh yes.

- Take your coat, shall I?

There you are.

- These books, who brought these books back?

These books were not here last night,

somebody's returned them this morning,

now who?

George, you (mumbles) the man who brought

these books back, when was he here?

- I didn't see anybody return them.

- You must've done!

- Look I haven't been here the whole time.

I was down in the history section

checking some books in down there.

Anyways there's been a dozen or more people

in and out of here all morning.

- This would be an American airman in uniform.

- No I haven't seen anybody like that.

- Just a minute.

Ms. Morris, is this right?

There was a young man in here, just a few minutes ago.

I couldn't see him very clearly but I was

aware of him.

He did go over to your desk there.

- Yeah and then what?

- Well then he,

then he went down over there.

- No, no, no.

He can't have gone down there.

I told you, I was down there the whole time

checking in books.

Now what is all the fuss about anyway?

- The man who brought these books back

is the man who murdered Betty.

And probably Gillie too.

- Right Ms. Morris.

Yes, yes immediately.

Thank you for phoning.

- What do you think sir?

- A warning to all cars he may be in the area.

- Yes sir.

Now surely, it just proves she was imagining

the whole thing from the start.

If it was Masters, he'd hardly go back to the library

to return books.

- Nevertheless, we check everything out sergeant.

- Yes sir.

Operations room.

Now I'll lay you five to one,

our man's either on the run or hiding out somewhere.

- Are you all right Mr. Stubbs?

- You see,

I don't understand it.

Gillie.

I mean she was, is,

such a good girl.

- I don't think he's very selective.

- Well I'd agree.

You see the papers all said that the other girls were

easy, flighty.

But Gillie.

It's quite clear for everybody

to see that she was so engaging.

I really don't understand it, I mean,

something's not quite right.

- Yeah look, I've told you we've nothing further to.

What?

Where did you get that from?

All right, hold on.

Press sir.

They've picked up a whisper about a missing girl.

- What Gillian Randall?

- Yes sir.

Well give it 'em.

We sat on it enough.

Reports, photos, the lot.

Make sure it makes the evening papers.

- Yeah look, listen, we'll have a full statement

for ya in 10 minutes.

Yeah, all right.

- And get on with the television people

and tell 'em to release that warning tonight.

(soft ominous music)

- Ms. Morris would you like me to stay a while?

I could walk part of the way home with you,

if you'd like?

- No thank you Mr. Stubbs.

He only attacks young women, very young.

It was pointed out to me.

- I see.

Well goodnight then.

- Goodnight Mr. Stubbs, thank you.

- Goodnight George.

- Oh goodnight Mr. Stubbs.

- I could see you home too if you'd like Ms. Morris.

- No thanks George.

- I'd feel safe with you.

Well see you in the morning then.

- George.

I'm completely recovered now.

I shall be here on time in the morning.

- Yeah me too.

- You misunderstand me George.

The key, the key I lent you.

It won't be necessary for you to have it anymore.

- Well wait a minute, you said, I could--

- I said it was a temporary measure!

I distinctly remember saying that.

Now the key, please George.

- You like to humiliate me, don't you?

It helps you to hit back doesn't it?

Because you're well on your way to becoming

a dried up old spinkster!

- Not becoming George, I am.

Now, the key, if you please.

- I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that.

- Oh it's your opinion.

Apparently, you're entitled to it.

- But I can hit back too you know.

Why you'd be surprised what I.

(keys clanking)

- Thank you George.

(sniffing)

And I think it would be best if you start

looking for a new job next week.

(books clanking)

In fact, I don't think you'd better

come in here anymore, at all.

- Goodbye George.

(stomping)

(soft ominous music)

(door creaking)

- Evening.

- Hello love.

- Is Liz not back yet?

- No it's Thursday.

You know she always works late on a Thursday.

- Oh yes, so she does.

I see you've got yourself a paper though.

- Yes I managed to track meself to the corner.

It's no good for my heart though.

- You should've asked me, I'd have got you one.

- Yes I did think of it but your hours have

been erratic lately, haven't they?

That wife of yours again?

- Yes.

- Oh well.

I suspect you'll be able to cope Steve.

You're a very capable young man aren't you?

Liz was right you see.

- What do you mean?

- About Gillie Randall, look.

It's all over the front page.

It doesn't mention Liz, but it does mention the library.

See?

What a pretty girl, isn't she?

I don't suppose she's looking very pretty now, poor dear.

Probably lying in a ditch somewhere,

slaughtered.

- You're just morbid.

- Me morbid?

No I'm not.

No.

Everyone likes a good murder don't they?

Everyone deep down if they were honest is,

fascinated by a murder.

Even you are.

- No.

- I wonder if it'll be on the news.

Hope Liz won't be too late.

It's nice having someone with some

inside information isn't it?

(shoes clopping)

(door rattling)

- George!

George!

(soft ominous music)

- [Policeman] Hey, hey come on!

Hey open the door.

Come on let me out.

Open the door! (door rattling)

Ms. Morris!

Come on, let me out!

Let me out Ms. Morris!

Ms. Morris, open the door!

Ms. Morris.

Ms. Morris let me explain.

Ms. Morris I know what happened to Gillie.

Ms. Morris, if you just give ma chance to explain.

Ms. Morris I know what happened to Gillie.

Ms. Morris.

If you'd just come out and give me a chance to explain,

I'm not going to hurt you.

I just wanted to have an opportunity to look

through George's desk.

Ms. Morris?

For crying out loud Ms. Morris, just give me a chance to.

- You won't get me! - Ms. Morris, let me explain.

(groaning) Ms. Morris I just want to.

- Not me!

(groaning) Not me!

Not me! (screaming)

(ominous music)

- You know if you hadn't have pulled me away

from that golf match, I wouldn't have won,

it's not in my stars.

- I did you a favor then sir.

Saved you five pounds.

- Truscott, do me a favor,

and don't do me anymore favors and that is an order.

(knocking)

Come in!

(ominous music)

- And that's why I decided to go along with Gerry Masters.

He was waiting for me that night.

That was the day after Betty was killed

and he told me the whole thing.

- What did Masters tell you?

- That he'd been seeing Betty.

That he had a date with her the night she was murdered.

He was supposed to meet her down by the bridge.

- Where is happened?

- Well he was a minute or two late,

got there, found the body and ran.

- But why?

- He's a married man.

- We know that Ms. Randall.

- Yes but that's the point.

Because he's a married man he told Betty

not to say anything about him to anyone.

- Did she?

- No, no.

But she did say when and where she was meeting him.

Well I was there when she said it.

Look don't you see?

We were in the library when Betty said it.

And then later that night someone was waiting for her,

someone who knew exactly when and where she'd be.

- Who else was in the library when she said this?

There was me, Liz, Ms. Morris that is,

old Mr. Stubbs, and George.

- George?

- George Bailey, he works there.

He's kind of weird.

- And do you think George?

- Well it's possible.

And that's why I agreed to drop of out sight

and pretend to be a victim to worry him,

perhaps force him into doing something.

- And that was Masters idea?

- Well yes but I went along with--

- Perhaps you did force him into something,

another girl was killed, you know that?

- Yes.

- You may have been very lucky Ms. Randall,

you've certainly been very stupid.

No but the more I thought about it,

about George and his attitude.

- Yes well we'll deal with him later.

Meanwhile where is Gerry Masters?

- You're an accessory now Ms. Randall.

- [Captain] Where is he?

- He's in the library.

- [Captain] What?

- Well he was going to go there,

hide away until the place closed and then

search George's desk.

- Gerry Masters must have a very persuasive personality.

- Yes but he's not a killer, I'm sure of that!

Look it was George!

He was the only one who could, oh.

I've just remembered something.

- What?

There was someone else there, there was another man.

- Well who?

- His name is Steve something

and he lodges at Ms. Morris' house.

- Steve, it's getting very late.

Well where's Liz?

- Oh yeah it is rather later isn't it?

Do you want me to go and meet her?

(sobbing)

- Mr. Stubbs?

- Liz?

What's happened?

What's happened here?

Why are you still here?

I thought you'd gone and forgotten your key or something.

(sobbing)

What is it?

What's a matter?

What's wrong?

What is it?

What?

- Man. - What?

What man?

- Man. - Truscott?

- [Ms. Morris] Tried to kill (mumbles).

Gillie. - Where?

- Here. - Where is he?

Where?

Where is he?

- He could've killed me.

- Phone the police have you?

Phone the police?

- No.

- I had to.

He would've killed me.

(phone dial clicking)

Why did you come back?

- I forgot my glasses.

I forgot my glasses.

Police?

I'm speaking from the Penburry library.

My name is Stubbs, yes.

There's been some trouble here.

Yes, but get a car over here just as quickly as you can.

Yes.

But of course I'll stay here with Ms. Morris

until you come, of course I will.

Just hurry up will you.

Just get here as quick as you, quick as you.

- Ms. Morris.

Ms. Morris.

I really.

I really do miss Gillie.

I like to look at a pretty girl.

My only pleasure.

I never got married you see.

I like young.

- You! - Young people.

- It was you!

- Ms. Morris.

Ms. Morris.

I like you too!

In a different way. (groaning)

I really mean that.

That's what makes it such a pity.

(screaming)

It's necessary!

Necessary!

(ominous music)

(groaning)

No, no!

- Liz?

Liz?

- He had to come back for me.

Tried to kill me.

'Cause I'm a woman.

A very desirable woman.

See?

(soft ominous music)