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What did I tell you?

Just like last week, Sarge.

Yeah, and the week before.

The police doctor's here, sir.

Sorry to be so long.

Traffic's terrible.

Everyone off to Sunday lunch with Grandma.

It's murder.

And in here, too.

Looks just like...

Yeah, Keith.

Just like.

And the poodle towel in the bathroom.

I think you'll find Miss McGannon's been shot

through the heart by the same gun at

the same range.

But don't let me prejudice your findings in

any way, will you?

You sound as though you missed breakfast, Jim.

I'll see you out here, Keith.

Let me have that medical report soonest.

So, it's exactly the same.

Yeah.

Same sole patterns from his sneakers.

Oh, yeah.

Thanks.

Well, he dropped into the flower bed.

Same mode of entry.

Nobody heard him.

Thanks for the sneakers.

Same earlier call as the daughter door salesman.

And the same type of victim.

Woman living on her own.

No sexual interference.

Just left with money.

All of 50 quid, according to her pay

packet.

How long have you had these crisps, eh?

I don't know.

Last time I saw my kids, a month

must be.

Is that all?

Why kill for 50 pounds?

I mean, the most he's ever taken at

any one time is 65 pounds.

So what is he?

Our local acid head?

It doesn't make sense.

He's either a nutter or he's deliberately throwing

his officer.

Or maybe he's just careless.

What?

Leaving all those poodle towels about?

Well, it is very strange to kill for

50 pounds.

People do peculiar things, Keith.

Oh, thanks for telling me.

I'll write that above my bed as a

text to guide me through my troubled life.

How's Elaine?

We've broken up.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm not.

I should never have left Faye in the

first place.

And the boys.

Come on.

Come on.

Yes, go on.

Come on.

Oh.

Give us a chance, son.

Oh, Dad.

Lunch.

All right, that's it, kids.

Come on.

Come on, John.

Give me a hand, would you?

Will you come and see us in London,

Dad?

What?

Come on, you kids.

Get your hands washed.

At any rate, Mr. Robertson says I can

do carpentry next term.

Any way, not any rate, Martin.

Oh, Mum.

Your mother's quite right.

Let's have some real English around here.

Like, this is real beer.

Cheers.

Doesn't matter what Mark says.

We'll be to new school anyway.

I mean, any rate.

No, I mean, any rate.

No, I mean, any rate.

Come on, you finish up, you cunt.

You're moving to London?

I can pass it to you, you know.

You've only got to ask.

So...

Hmm?

You're moving to London?

Yes, I put the cottage up for sale

last week.

I see.

Well, you don't object.

I hope.

No, no, I...

Hey, come on, you kids, come on, eat

up.

I thought football was supposed to give you

an appetite.

You never used to help with the washing

up.

I used to be a fool.

How's Elaine?

I'd like notice of that question.

All right?

I've moved out, as a matter of fact.

We're ready, Dad.

Uh, you kids go on to the river.

I'll be along in a minute, all right?

You won't make Mum cry, will you?

No.

No, of course not.

Go on.

I'll see you in a minute.

These Sundays...

You don't like them.

You're legal, right?

No, Faye, I didn't mean that.

I love them, it's just that they often

hurt, that's all.

I always look forward to seeing you.

You don't.

It's too late for me to feel anything.

Faye, it isn't too late.

You may have moved out on Elaine, but

you're still married to her, Keith.

God help me.

Tea or coffee?

Elaine?

Elaine!

I'm just about to go out.

Where?

Not your business any more, is it?

Well, have you brought back your door key?

I can't think of any other reason why

you're here.

I want one or two things settled, Elaine.

Everything is settled.

You told me so yourself.

I'm the greatest mistake you ever made, remember?

I'm selfish, expensive, you don't know why you

left your first wife to marry me, I'm

irresponsible, utterly lazy, except in bed, which I'll

fall into with anybody, I'm heartless, you can't

afford me.

Zip.

I'd have thought zipping me up might appeal

to your sense of propriety.

Keith, make me late for dinner.

It's only a boring accountant.

I saw a corpse this morning.

A young woman.

Nice line of work you have.

Get away from me.

Don't you ever come here again!

I want a very quick divorce, Elaine.

Back to square one, so you can remarry

Faye?

Yeah.

How cosy.

Well...

I shall take my time.

There'll be lots of details.

Lots of alimony, too.

Now, let's not rush things.

You've used up five years of my life,

and for that you're going to pay.

So, he called us out to Nunfrey, 5

'30", medium height, aged about 30 or so,

thin face, dark haired, well-spoken.

Mm.

He said he was still at college, selling

door-to-door to pay his way.

I felt quite sorry for him.

And you invited him in to the kitchen?

Yeah.

Gave him a cup of tea, look worn

out.

Well, he said he'd been on his rounds

since the morning.

Well, then I saw the towels and I

remembered.

And you bought this one?

Mm.

So, he saw where you keep your money?

Yeah.

Well, he saw where I keep my purse,

yes.

PHONE RINGS Oh, that'll be Keith.

Now, when this guy first...

Keith?

I thought I ought to tell him.

You being on your own here with the

boys, I thought it only right that he

should know.

PHONE RINGS Damn you!

What the hell do you think you're doing,

setting Faye out as a decoy?

Look, Keith, it was my decision.

Look, I don't want you to do this.

I've agreed.

You can say you've changed your mind.

I couldn't say that.

Anyway, you heard what Jim said.

He said it would be quite safe to

have the place surrounded.

He'd say anything to crack this case.

Look, Faye, this man's armed.

He may be dangerous.

Once he knows he's walked into a trap,

he'll be desperate.

I know, and it scares me, but, Keith,

if they don't find this man, some other

woman will get her bullet...

Look, look, you're the one I care about.

Will you...

Will I be around?

You want to bet on it?

Keith, I'm still moving to London.

It's too late.

We can't go back.

What, is there a law against it?

I've asked Elaine to give me a divorce.

Will she give you one?

In her own bloody time.

Any sign of him yet?

It's early days, Keith.

He won't come till it's dark.

Go away.

Have a drink.

I've got the pub.

Don't let our friend call till I get

back, will you?

Come on.

Shut up!

Shut up!

He's there now.

Look, Eric, Paul, we'll begin.

You stay here.

Did you see it?

No.

She's running out of the place.

She's fine.

She's fine.

Go and look after her.

Come on, run the back.

Come on, man, get after it!

I want that number!

You all right, Faye?

Oh, Keith, what the hell's happening?

Have they finished yet?

Thank God.

When I heard those shots...

Oh, I'm fine.

I'm absolutely fine, darling, honestly.

I didn't even get a look at the

man.

Please make sure of that.

Have anyone ever hurt you, Faye?

Marvellous.

Grace alone, no mate, no year, no number.

What about the shooting?

One of our lads returned in fire.

He missed.

Didn't you even get the car number?

Nothing.

He could be anywhere by now.

George K.

Wallace.

84 Bees and the Saviour's Walk.

Give her one more chance.

Hello?

Oh, it's you.

Well, hardly.

Look, in fact, I'm not interested in talking

at all, cos I'm with someone.

He's called Gerald.

He's fun.

Do listen in, if you like.

God help me.

And her.

Hey, there.

Are you looking for somebody, Governor?

Not quite.

A builder's merchant.

I was told I could get roof insulation.

Oh, I'm sure they've gone from here more

than a year.

And anyway, it was wholesale trade only.

Ah, my mistake.

OK, well, thanks anyway.

Cheerio.

I think we're both getting a bit too

sentimental about the old man.

I don't.

No.

I want us to start again.

Have you had any offers for the cottage

yet?

Mm, two.

Neither really serious.

Good.

Hey, I feel we're really talking again, darling.

Are we?

Yes.

Yes.

PHONE RINGS

Er...

You'll never know.

Sweet dreams.

Elaine?

Elaine.

Keith?

What time is it?

Late.

I waited up after you called.

What happened?

I waited, too.

Why?

Because.

Well, I'm not discussing anything now.

Your freedom, my freedom.

Oh...

BANG It's

so easy.

It's crazy.

PHONE RINGS Absolutely no trouble at all.

We're in there now.

I reckon we'll be clear in half an

hour.

The ambulance is on its way.

Hey!

Hold on.

I'll get back to you.

Red One out.

That was quick.

You've even beaten the ambulance.

Come on.

You really are in right at the finish.

Come on, come on.

Nosy neighbour.

Old-fashioned.

Irish with it.

God bless him.

He just happened to call the local shop

to say he'd spotted Prowler a couple of

days ago and then again tonight.

And our lads just happened to fall over

the poodle killer's car.

Eh?

We've got him.

Come on, come on.

The state he must have been in.

He can't have known what he was doing

half the time.

OK, Keith, straight ahead, through that door.

Just on your left.

OK, thanks, boss.

And there is Chummy.

Hey, that's him.

That's the man.

The one that was around.

The one I told you about.

Didn't I say that...

Excuse me, sir.

This is one of my colleagues.

But that's the man, sir.

A statement is what we need, sir.

Take your time.

Clear your head.

Would you see the gentleman through, please?

That's the man, sir.

No, please, sir.

It's the man.

It's the man.

Eyewitnesses.

Our man didn't miss us, we thought.

His leg's in a right state.

No sign of the gun.

No sneakers either, not appearing to place.

Well, keep on looking.

He's a gun nut, all right.

He's got his own private pharmacy out there.

Beats me how he could aim and shoot

the ruddy thing.

The state he must have been in half

the time.

Still, you'd know about that, wouldn't you?

Well?

Don't you think it's time he got started?

Keith?

I know he gave you a bad time,

but he needs a doctor.

Keith!

Yeah, I think you'd better sit down.

I'll give you a hand.