Inspector George Gently

(lively music) (lively music) (lively music) - [Crowd] War, one, two, three, four.

No one wins a nuclear war.

One, two, three, four.

No one wins a nuclear war.

- No to war.

(crowd shouting) - [Crowd] One, two, three, four.

(crowd rioting) (bus droning) - [Officer] All right, guys, let us proceed.

- [Crowd] One, two, three, four.

No one wins a nuclear war.

(crowds shouting) One, two, three, four, no one wins a nuclear war.

One, two, three, four, no one wins a nuclear war.

One, two, three, four, no one wins a nuclear war.

One, two, three, four, no one wins a nuclear war.

- Stay back.

- Or what?

- Hey, back, you stay back.

- [Crowd] One, two, three, four, no one wins a nuclear war.

- I am warning you, stay back.

- What are you going to do?

(whistle blasts) (crowds shouting and wrestling) (stick thuds) (crowds shouting and wrestling) (fist thumping) (crowds shouting and wrestling) (phone rings) (sultry music) (footsteps clomping) (door clicking) (crowds shouting) - Get off me.

- Come on.

(feet stumble) - Let me go.

- Come on.

- Straight down.

(crowd rambling) - Bit of overtime?

- Ah, you missed a right good scrap, sir.

Hundreds of them turned up.

- Where's your collar numbers, John?

- Adam's got tugged off.

- On both sides?

It was a hell of a scrap, sir.

- Ow.

(footsteps shuffling) Ow.

Let me, you're breaking my arm.

- Get in there.

- You can't hold us forever.

- Get off me.

(car droning) - [Crowd] We hate the pigs.

We hate the pigs.

We hate the pigs.

We hate the pigs.

- Hey, 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, huh?

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 offense.

- I teach at the university, I think I know my rights.

- Would you like to be charged with an offense?

- No, but I 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 just throw it in the bin.

- Nazi.

- Oi.

(jacket rustling) - Show some respect.

- Oink, oink.

(crowd rioting) - Oink, oink.

- Oink, oink.

- Shut up.

- [Crowd] Oink, oink, Oink, oink.

- You want to go straight into the cells, eh?

Anybody still singing... (crowd chanting) (gate clanking) - Come on, John.

Block him.

Block him.

- The Hell, man, you're not crazy, keep it simple.

(crowd cheering) - Shoot.

Shoot.

(ball thuds) (everyone cheers) - Yes.

(team chattering) - 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.

- A murder?

- Friend of yours, apparently.

- Oh.

(team shouting) (somber music) - We found him floating in the dock this morning.

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

(somber music) - He might have had a few and lost his footing?

(bird squealing) (gentle music) - He's been in a fight of some sort.

A blow to the back of his head.

(gentle music) - Mm.

Yes, and the gouge marks on his face.

(gentle music) (birds squealing) (footsteps shuffling) (water trickles) (gentle music) - Some of these injuries could have been post-mortem, bobbing about on the dock all night.

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

(birds squealing) (gentle music) (intense music) (John sniffs) Sir.

He's got oil on his clothes.

(intense music) (footsteps clomping) (intense music) John.

(intense music) (footsteps clomping) Looks like he's been dragged.

(intense music) - Yeah.

It's not an accident that, is it?

- No, I don't think so.

He was unconscious when he was put in the water.

'Cause if he had been conscious, he would have resisted.

He'd have writhed about a bit.

- Sir.

Over here, sir.

(intense music) (footsteps clomping) It's a blood splatter, sir.

- What?

- Is that blood?

(officers faintly conversing) (birds squealing) - Guv.

(footsteps clomping) 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.

(intense music) (water splashes) - 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.

(door clicking and thudding) - I just haven't been to the laundrette this week, okay?

Lisa is still at her mom and dad's.

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.

(car droning) No other way?

- Yes, she'll have to wait for five years.

(car droning) (mellow music) I've never actually set foot inside this place.

(mellow music) - I was invited to participate in a debate here a few months back.

Debate what?

(footsteps clomping) "The Law is An Ass."

- How did that go?

- They expected me to oppose the motion.

- You know, I had an aunt who came here.

- Did you really?

- Yes, yes.

She used to clean the dorms.

(both laughing) She said they were a mucky lot.

(lively music) (lively music) - If I could just, uh, ask you to sign there, gentlemen.

- Certainly.

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

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

- Miss Doyle, sir.

Not the best of influences, I'm afraid.

(people faintly chattering) - There you go.

- Thank you.

I'll show you up.

- Thank you.

(footsteps clomping) I see you were in the desert?

I was a mosquito, sir.

- Oh.

(footsteps clomping) You were lucky, I had to march.

- Were you with the Eighth?

- Came in at Salerno.

(footsteps clomping) - You wonder if it was all worth it now, don't you, sir?

The sacrifice for this mob.

(intense music) (bike whirring) (people faintly chattering) (door clicks and creaks) (footsteps clomping) No thought for anyone else, of course.

(footsteps clomping) 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.

(footsteps clomping) (door clicks and creaks) (keys jingle) - Thank you.

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

(John mutters) (laughs) 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.

(footsteps clomping) What do I call you?

- Chief Inspector.

- Ah, as in Clouseau?

- As in Gently.

- Do you know what happened?

- We've established it wasn't an accident.

- And Elizabeth?

(footsteps clomping) - 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.

- (chuckles) Did you not?

(door clicks and creaks) (footsteps clomping) - 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.

- Mm.

- 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?

- (scoffs) I don't believe rioting will achieve peace.

- (sighs) 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.

I mean, you'd almost think that.

(scoffs) - 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 defenseless against the Soviet Bloc.

- (Mallory scoffs) (door clicking) (books swishing) (books plonks) (drawer swooshes) (drawer whirring) (footsteps clomping) (door clicking) (footsteps clomping) - 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.

- (scoffs) 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?

- Czech.

- Has he got a second name?

- Guevara.

(paper rustling) - I take it he's her boyfriend?

- Have you really never heard of him?

(frame rattles) - Does she have a boyfriend?

- Well, she did.

- She was courting Fraser Barratt?

- That's rather over now.

Poor old Frase.

- 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, rallied the troops.

(people chattering) - Ah.

Change is coming, people.

- Yeah.

(people chattering) - The world is turning.

Things aren't going to be this way for much longer.

(crowd exclaims) Today, in the North East, we stood up, and we said, "No to Polaris.

No to the bomb, and no to war."

- Woo!

(everyone cheers) - [Fraser] Instead, we say yes to grooving.

- [Crowd] Grooving!

- Yes, to peace.

- Young love.

- And yes, to love".

(everyone cheers) Right on.

(everyone cheers) And don't think, comrades, that because we failed to stop these evil submarines arriving here today that the battle is lost.

(everybody laughs) Oh, no.

We have plans.

(everyone cheers) We will enter that yard.

(everyone cheers) And we will send these deadly toys back.

(everyone cheers) (people chattering) - Is it true?

- What's true, pet?

- What I just heard?

- Probably.

(people chattering) - How could you?

- Look, don't get all heavy with me now.

Mm.

(smooching) (people chattering) - A row.

About what?

- What do guys and chicks usually argue about?

I told her I'd done Fraser.

- You?

(scoffs) 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?

- Of course.

- A row.

(cigarette smolders) (phone rings) - French letters, hardly a surprise.

(footsteps shuffling) 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.

(coins clinking) 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?

(phone rings) - Ooh.

- [George] Is that what I think it is?

- Yes, cannabis resin.

(sighs) 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?

(footsteps clomping) - 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.

(birds chirping) D, we nearly lost control of them.

We had no way 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.

(people faintly chattering) - 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.

(birds chirping) - 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.

(car droning) (keys jingle) (doors clicking and thudding) - Morning, Guv.

- All right.

(door thuds) (keys jingle) (door clicking) - 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.

(footsteps clomping) - Association Football tournament.

What is he talking about?

- Not a clue.

- Sir.

They've dredged something up.

(birds squealing) (intense music) - Come here, this side.

- Is this it?

- Pulled it out an hour ago, sir.

(intense music) - Ah.

(intense music) (bag rustling) (birds squealing) (intense music) - Why would she throw this away?

- Maybe she went in with it.

(intense music) (paper rustling) - It looks like a child's handwriting, doesn't it?

(intense music) (paper rustling) - 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.

(intense music) I already spoke to your lads, you know?

(footsteps clomping) - He said he's already been interviewed.

- Where's Swift now?

- I don't know.

Hadn't been here since last Saturday night.

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

- All right if we have a look in here, eh?

- But, but, aye, go ahead and help yourself.

He's canny lad like a Parish pal.

- He's all right, he's an orphan.

- He rents this place, does he?

- Two bob a week.

- Two shillings a week.

- Yeah, thank you, John, I understood that.

- [Friend] That's his bed there.

(paper rustling) (birds squealing) - Is that him?

- Aye, that's him.

(birds squealing) - Go, mate.

(footsteps clomping) (intense music) Where exactly is this Polaris submarine?

- By the Naval dry docks just through there, sir.

- Who's got a key to these gates?

- Whoever's on watch, me or Swifty.

(lively music) (people faintly chattering) (chairs clacking) (lively music) - Do you know this person?

- (sniffs) Do you smell bacon?

- News?

- I'm afraid not.

(people faintly chattering) (chairs clacking) - 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.

(chuckles) - David Swift lives just a few minutes away from where Barratt was killed.

Any thoughts on that?

- No, have you?

- (chuckles) Well, it seems more than mere coincidence.

- And Elizabeth?

The jotter's wet.

- We only found her satchel.

We've no idea where she is.

(people faintly chattering) (bell dings) (bike whirring) - Oh, oh, Fuzz alert.

(footsteps clomping) - Hello.

- You heard from Elizabeth?

- Uh, no, no, why, do you know where she is?

- I wish I did.

(brush swishing) - I hear you're in the midst of a Sexual Revolution.

Oh, no, I was, uh, reading your posters.

- You should jump on board, baby.

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

(John chuckles) 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, uh, you will.

- If we're all making love, we won't have time to make bombs.

- I might give it a go.

(laughs) - (deeply inhales) There's nothing that hasn't been done before.

Just that nobody has to lie about it anymore.

- Sniffer dog, sniffer dog.

- Snoop's, got to split.

- Let's go.

(footsteps clomping) (board clacking) (paper rustling) - Not invited you on board the Love Train then?

- (scoffs) No chance of that.

They're getting their way, though.

Soviets will be coming here soon.

- Only for football, we hope.

Roger 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, I'll 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.

(intense music) (phone rings) - Sir.

Charles the Head Porter, and Barratt had a big fallout three weeks ago.

- Really, why?

- He discovered, right, 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?

- M-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.

(paper rustling and clacking) - 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.

- Mm.

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.

(intense music) - Can you tell us why?

(intense music) - No.

(intense music) - What, just no?

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

- Wait, (scoffs) you're going to have to, this is a murder inquiry.

- 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.

- But you're going to have to explain.

(gentle music) We are only interested in finding a killer here.

- It's very awkward, sir.

- [George] Nevertheless.

(gentle music) - It involves Her Majesty.

I see.

(intense music) 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.

(intense music) (keys jingle) (footsteps clomping) (phone rings) (footsteps clomping) 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 inquiries.

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

- Yes, let's find David Swift.

(car droning) (footsteps clomping) - Photograph, sir.

- Right, good, thank you.

Right, David Swift.

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

We want to speak to him urgently.

(footsteps clomping) (intense music) Elizabeth Higgs?

- Are you Detective Sergeant Bacchus?

Adriana said you were groovy.

- Are you all right?

- (deeply exhales) Yes, just a bit dizzy.

(footsteps clomping) (intense music) (door clicks and creaks) - You all right?

- I'm fine now, thanks.

I've not eaten.

(footsteps clomping) (chair clacks) (footsteps clomping) - Taylor, fetch us a cup of tea, will you, nice and sweet.

(chair scratching) (intense music) (footsteps clomping) (phone rings) (door clicking) 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.

(intense music) I think I did.

(intense music) - 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.

(door clicks and creaks) (footsteps clomping) I'm Detective Chief Inspector Gently.

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

- Well, I discovered what a rotter Fraser was.

(door thuds) (crowds shouting) Fraser, wait for me.

(footsteps clomping) Don't you love me anymore?

- Of course, I love you, pet.

I just don't feel you right now.

- I thought we were- - What?

Forever?

- Yes.

- (laughs) 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.

- (laughs) I hope she didn't tell you everything.

(hand slaps) Uh!

(laughs) - Scumbag!

(fist punches) - Ow!

(intense music) (Fraser thuds) - That's my work.

(intense music) - Ah, crazy chick.

You need to see a shrink.

- Are you all right?

- Go away from me.

Leave me alone.

(intense music) (footsteps clomping) - 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.

- Well, I think they did.

- Really, when?

- Perhaps as recently as Saturday night.

- Oh, (hisses and screams) - Are you okay?

- Argh.

(grunts) (door clicking) - Ambulance, quickly.

(siren wailing) - 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 okay.

(trolley rattles) - She could still have done it, sir.

Fit of rage.

I mean, 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.

- Mm.

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.

- Mm.

- She was teaching him.

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

- Yes.

- Maybe he was carrying a torch for her.

- Yes.

(footsteps clomping) - 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.

- Well, you, you should have informed us.

- It was confidential.

(phone rings) - Did you give her that phone number in Edinburgh?

(footsteps clomping) - 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.

(footsteps clomping) (door thuds) (car droning) - 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.

(footsteps clomping) He was born in South Shields in 1946, raised by nuns.

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

- He's 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.

(box flapping) - Any idea where this place is?

- No, no idea.

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

(door clicking) (bell dings) (footsteps clomping) (file clacks) (door thuds) - 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?

(paper rustling) 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!

(fingers knocking) 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 socialize 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.

(chair shifts) (paper rustling) (footsteps clomping) (door clicking) - Nigel.

(footsteps clomping) (keys jingle) (gate clacking) - Sir.

- I've been onto the Licensing Board.

I have a trace on the Seagull Club.

That's part of a hotel in Whitley Bay, sir, near the seafront.

(car whooshing) (footsteps clomping) (door clicking) - 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 ones 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.

(birds chirping) - 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.

(birds chirping) (lively music) (car whooshing) (lively music) (car whooshing) (car wheels squealing) (lively music) (door thuds) (door thuds) (lively music) - Evening, gentlemen, I'm afraid this is a private club.

- Yes, we're aware of that, aren't we, John.

- [John] Yes.

(birds chirping) - We've been here before.

(light background music) - All right, come in, tout-suite.

(door clicks and creaks) (lively music) (door thuds) (lively music) - Evening.

- What can I do you for?

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

(people faintly chattering) (lively music) - 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.

(people faintly chattering) (lively music) - It seems quite tame, in here, doesn't it?

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

(lively music) - Put a Tosheroon on the tab for me, Ducks.

(people faintly chattering) (lively music) You have done well.

(glasses clanking) (people faintly chattering) (lively music) (people faintly chattering) 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.

(slurps) (lively music) - Barratt was getting it every which way, wasn't he?

- Excuse me?

(glass clinks) - Same again?

- Uh, no, I need your help, please.

- With what?

(lively music) - [George] Do you recognize 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.

(people faintly chattering) (lively music) 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.

- Okay, okay, I do know him.

- Is he a regular?

- He pops in from time to time.

(people faintly chattering) (lively music) - Can you tell me anything else about him?

- In here, duck, they don't tell you, and you don't ever ask.

(lively music) - Okay, thanks.

- Are you going to leave us in peace now?

- I think so.

- (sighs) 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.

(lively music) - 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.

- Well, we're here to investigate a murder.

- Sir, what about the people that live around 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.

- What, you took a bribe?

- Perhaps I should have done.

I'd have been Chief Constable by now.

(door clicking) (door thuds) - Are you ready to talk to us?

All 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.

(intense music) - You and Fraser Barratt, you were having it away, weren't you?

- Oi, heck.

- Huh?

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.

- (laughs) Fairytale.

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

- (clears throat) No.

- [John] No, well, she was down in the docks.

- Well, I wasn't.

- Well, where were you then?

- You know where I was.

- You won't have any witnesses?

- How can I?

(intense music) - Soon as they put their hand up, you'll have cuffs on them.

- That's convenient (indistinct) isn't it?

(intense music) - Was Fraser Barratt attempting to blackmail you?

(intense music) - 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-I never knew him.

Really, I never met him.

I never even heard of him 'til now.

(intense music) (bell dings) (gate clacking) - Taylor, get his stuff.

(bell dings) (gate clacking) - Oi, don't go too far.

We might want to speak to you again.

(footsteps clomping) (bell dings) - You do understand the terms of your release?

You have to come back and report to us at nine o'clock tomorrow.

Ah-ah, we'll keep a hold of this.

No jumping on any more boats then, eh?

(door thuds) - 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.

(phone rings) Just a cross will do.

(phone rings) (pen clicks) (keys jingle) (bag thuds and rattles) (keys jingle) (footsteps clomping) - 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?

(footsteps clomping) (knife swishing) - 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?

- Well, I only wanted to establish, uh, who was meeting her down there.

I didn't stay much longer.

- You close to Elizabeth?

- (scoffs) No, sir, not at all.

- But you admire her?

- Well, yes, she had a struggle to get here, as I told you.

(people faintly chattering) 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, sir.

- Were you 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, no, she's 19.

He was supposed to be her teacher.

(birds chirping) How?

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

(birds chirping) - Isn't wanting to protect a young girl (panting) 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 recognize now, I told the truth.

- (deeply inhales) So, really, Fraser Barratt's death was quite fortuitous for you?

(birds chirping) - I suppose it was.

(birds chirping) But it's come rather too late for Miss Higgs.

(birds chirping) (bell dings) (chalk tapping) (John whistles) - Where's Gently?

- He has gone up the hospital, sir.

(people faintly chattering) (footsteps clomping) (door creaks and thuds) - 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 realize she's better off married, no matter how disappointing a husband you might be.

- Yes, sir.

(phone rings) (footsteps clomping) - Well, you've made an arrest anyway.

That's good.

Has he confessed?

- Uh, no, 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.

(footsteps clomping) (phone rings) - I fell for Fraser from the first tutorial.

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

(chuckles) Ah, 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... 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.

(door clicking) (footsteps clomping) Are you sure you don't mind?

- No, not at all.

(door thuds) (footsteps clomping) - You know, 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 Mom.

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

Just the same as my mom.

(door clicking) (footsteps clomping) (door thuds) (car droning) (birds squealing) (car wheels screeching) (hooter honking) (birds squealing) (chains rattling) (door thuds) (birds squealing) (footsteps clomping) - 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 fiber, right?

- Very good, Sergeant.

- And when you've done that, you can go over the caravan as well.

- Okay, sir.

(birds squealing) (footsteps clomping) - Right.

(footsteps clomping) (person whistles) - There he is, lads.

(laughs) - Oh, he?

Oh, you little villain, don't (gentle music) (door thuds) (gentle music) (door clicks and thuds) - Look, don't you mind about them.

You'll always be all right in here with me, you know?

- Yeah.

(laughs) (door thuds) (boot thuds) (birds chirping) (footsteps clomping) (gentle music) (pen scrabbling) (door knocking) (paper rustling) - David Swift is a homosexual.

- Ah.

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

- You knew that, didn't you?

(pen scrabbling) It would help if you didn't withhold information from our inquiries.

- 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?

'Cause I think you did.

(Mallory sighs) (pen scrabbling) - Fraser teased me that David fancied me.

It all became rather tiresome.

- How did he react when you told him?

- Surprise, well, it was a bit fruity even for Fraser.

- Well, he decided to blackmail him.

(pen clicks) (intense music) - How did you deduce that?

- (laughs) 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.

- Mm.

(sighs) (intense music) As he, uh, 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.

(intense music) 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?

(intense music) (lively music) (food sizzling) (cutlery clacking) (lively music) (footsteps clomping) - Oh, lovely, look at that.

I see you got Italy coming up, eh, Mrs.

Laparelli?

Are you going to go?

- If they played it in the street, I'd shut the curtains.

- All right, only asking.

(lively music) (people laughing) - [Customer] I thought you're taking the best places.

- [Friend] (laughs) No, it's you.

Hey.

- Hey, so what can I get you?

- Ah.

- Chips for me, please.

- You on duty?

(cutlery clacking) - No.

- Me neither, so let's just be in the moment, man, you dig?

(John chuckles) (mellow music) - You looking after Elizabeth?

- (hisses) I don't want to talk about Elizabeth.

(blows) - 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.

(mellow music) - 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.

- (chuckles) 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's the only way to turn her on to what sort of guy he was.

I mean, she was actually thinking about going ahead and having Fraser's baby.

(scoffs) She imagined he would stick around, give her a ring, roses, and turtle doves.

- What about free love?

- (loudly breathing) Elizabeth can't handle free love.

She's much too serious.

- [Friend] Are you coming?

(mellow music) - All right, bye.

- See you.

(food sizzling) (mellow music) - You have a ring, are you married?

- Yeah.

(mellow music) (food sizzling) - But you're eating in the Chippy.

- (gasps) She blew you off.

(scoffs) Far out, is that right?

- No.

Mrs.

Chops had enough of the pig scene and split.

- She's visiting her mother.

(mellow music) - Great.

- How?

- You won't be expected back home, will you?

(cutlery clacking) (mellow music) (people faintly chattering) (footsteps clomping) - Woo-hoo.

(mellow music) (footsteps clomping) (people faintly chattering) - 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 Ph.D.

(people faintly chattering and laughing) - 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.

(people faintly chattering and laughing) (footsteps clomping) - You got one life, man, and then it's gone, or the bomb comes and bang, tsh, you're ash in a flash.

- It could happen tomorrow.

- Yeah, yeah, it could.

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

- My mom 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 mom 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?

(both smooching) (John sighs) - 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.

(footsteps clomping) (doors clicking) (doors thudding) (car engine starts) (train whirring) (train hissing) (train whistles) (car wheels squealing) (car drones) (George sighs) (door clicking) (door thuds) - Don't you listen to your radio?

(footsteps crunching) - 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?

- (deeply inhales) No, I'm just enjoying the view.

(wind whooshing) (birds chirping) - Right, try this.

David Swift is dead.

(intense music) - Come on.

- How?

- He caught the Flying Scotsman.

(intense music) (doors thud) (car droning) (lively music) (lively music) (lively music) (camera shutters) (footsteps crunching) (camera shutters) 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.

(intense music) - Well, actually, John, it usually is the obvious thing.

- Look at his eyeballs, sir.

Blood vessels look burst to you?

- Yeah.

That's petechial haemorrhaging.

- Strangled?

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

(footsteps crunching) This whole thing has been staged to look like a suicide, but it's murder, isn't it?

- Yes.

(footsteps crunching) - All right, maybe 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.

(energetic music) - Well, 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?

(intense music) Do you know where he was headed?

- I didn't know, bonny lad.

But I know he never got there.

(energetic music) (cars droning) (energetic music) - 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.

(chair clacking) - He claimed to us that he was down here, Saturday night.

- I don't recall.

(birds chirping) - You can't hurt him now, you know?

(birds chirping) - I never saw him Saturday.

I think he were working.

- [George] 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.

(energetic music) - 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.

(lively music) (bike whirring) (bell rings) (footsteps clomping) - Is it true?

- I'm afraid so.

- Why did he do it?

- He didn't.

(footsteps clomping) - 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.

- No, the law is there to protect young lads from them.

- He was a young lad.

(footsteps clomping) - Mr.

Hexton, may I look at your register for last night, please?

- Of course, sir.

- You got a service to go to or something?

- Uh, 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.

And 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.

(footsteps clomping) - 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 who gave you that phone number?

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

(bike whirring) (door clicks and creaks) - I thought you'd be at the docks.

We've another demo today.

- We still have business here.

(people faintly chattering) (door clicking) - 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.

(door knocking) (lively music) - [Mallory] He came around here last night.

- I couldn't tell you exactly what time.

- Sorry.

- I wasn't expecting him.

(lively music) Ah, 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.

- Uh, oh, darling, I'm too spaced right now.

Just grab a pew and find yourself a drink.

(people faintly chattering) (lively music) - Hey, David.

(chuckles) (people faintly chattering) (lively music) (people laughing) (lively music) - I'll stick to my ciggies.

- It's prime Kabul Black.

- Widdershins, pass to the left, man.

(people faintly chattering) (Mallory laughs) Oh, my goodness.

(laughs) (Mallory laughs) (lively music) - 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?

- Mm, 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.

'Cause any silly girl can have a baby.

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

- Ah, 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?

(Mallory scoffs) You actually think I killed him?

I followed him from the pub to confront him with his terrible betrayal (laughs) 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.

(laughs) You see these journals?

I have material published in every single one.

(birds chirping) (lighter flicks) (cars whooshing) 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.

(clock ticking) (people faintly chattering) Do you have children?

No.

- A wife?

Or perhaps, like me, you made a decision to put your profession first.

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

(birds chirping) I don't ever regret it.

(birds chirping) (clock ticking) (intense music) - 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.

(intense music) (lively music) (door clicking) (crowds shouting) 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.

(crowds shouting) - [Crowd] One, two, three, four, we don't want a nuclear war.

(intense music) (crowds shouting) (door knocking) - Mr.

Hexton?

(crowds shouting) (door smashing) (crowds shouting) (intense music) (intense music) - Guv.

(intense music) (crowds shouting) (belt rattles) (intense music) - John.

(intense music) (crowds shouting) (intense music) (footsteps clomping) (crowds shouting) (intense music) - Careful, sirs.

Stay well clear.

(intense music) (crowds shouting) (footsteps crunching) Her mob of Reds are going to ruin your crime scene, sir.

- It doesn't matter very much.

We've gathered all our evidence.

- You know 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?

(crowds shouting) (intense music) - [George] Be a man, Mr.

Hexton.

- I fought for each of these medals, you know, 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.

(suspense music) A young squaddie I met.

Took me there one night.

A year ago, I swore to myself I'd never go back.

(door clicking) (car droning) (suspense music) (people faintly chattering and laughing) (suspense music) I was more scared of going into that place than a Jerry Foxhole.

(footsteps crunching) (suspense music) (match sparks) (people faintly chattering) (intense music) (footsteps clomping) It always seems (singer chanting) I work for British Rail, you know?

- Do you, Mr.

Jones?

- Aye, in, eh, Manchester.

Each time I swore would be the last.

(panting) Sometimes, weeks'd go by without a blemish.

- But he discovered where you worked?

- Aye.

(panting) He was (panting) 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.

(intense music) (key clacking) (intense music) (people faintly chattering) - Did you get the food?

- All going to plan now, eh?

- Going to plan, absolutely.

- Just a moment.

We have unfinished business.

- (sighs) Catch you down in the bar, chicklet.

Mm.

(smooching) (intense music) (hand slaps) (intense music) - I'm begging you, Fraser, please, don't go ahead with this.

- Why not, it's beautiful.

(match sparks) (intense music) Mm.

(hissing) I've been down to this queer club and everything.

(blows) What a scene.

They're all at it hammer and tongs.

I've got snaps and 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.

(Fraser blows) - Omelets and eggs, my dear.

(intense music) Omelets and eggs.

(paper rips and rustling) - But I could hardly tell your mob what he intended, could I?

(crowds shouting) It's all right for that lot to have free love.

(panting) But not for chaps like me.

- Fraser, wait for me.

(footsteps clomping) Don't you love me anymore?

- Of course, I love you, pet.

I just don't feel you right now.

(footsteps clomping) (door knocking) (door clicking) - 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.

(trembling) - He'll threaten to expose you.

He has photographs.

- Of us?

- No, I, 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.

(intense music) - Charles?

(intense music) (Fraser laughs) - Well, well, well.

(scoffs) I'm going to have some fun with this.

- Get in there.

- Eh?

- Stay inside.

(David stumbles) (door thuds) - Mm.

Mm.

(laughs) Oh, Charles.

(laughs) (intense music) (footsteps crunching) (intense music) (footsteps clomping) (intense music) (footsteps shuffling) Huh?

(Fraser grunts) (intense music) (water splashes) (intense music) - Didn't feel much for him.

Laddie.

Shame of it is, (panting) the boy saw what happened.

Then last night, long after you left, I was dozing in my armchair, half asleep.

- All right, Charles?

(Charles startles) - Whatever do you want?

- I've spent the day down there with Nick.

In the cells.

(bag thuds) They thought I'd killed that Barratt fella.

- I see.

(panting) 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 a shot at Newcastle, get out on a boat, and I'll never be back.

- They'll find you.

- Not if I'm with you.

(gentle music) 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?

(gentle music) 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.

(coughs) (gentle music) I thought you said you loved me.

- (panting) I did not.

I did not.

I did not.

I did not.

I did not.

Not!

(sobs) (intense music) (hand thuds) (Charles panting) (gentle music) I'm sorry.

Poor child.

(gentle music) (sobs) You know the rest.

I waited 'til the wee small hours, I laid him on the rail tracks.

(gentle music) (sobs) I shed a tear for him and meself.

Don't try it, laddie!

Get back.

Back.

(panting) (gentle music) (intense music) (Charles panting) (intense music) (Charles groans) (intense music) (intense music) (gun clacking) (footsteps clomping) (gentle music) All right.

Come on.

(Charles panting) (gentle music) - Disgusting.

Wherever will it end?

- No idea, sir.

(footsteps clomping) (footsteps clomping) (keys jingle) (gate clacking) - Shoes.

(shoes plonking) (keys jingle) In there.

- I want him watched like a hawk.

He's a suicide risk.

- I doubt he'd have the guts, man.

- Don't.

(footsteps clomping) (gate creeks) (gate thuds) (key clacking) (car droning) (bus droning) (birds chirping) (bus droning) (footsteps clomping) (bus droning) (cars whooshing) (bell dings) (keys jingle) (footsteps clomping) I thought you might use these.

(paper rustling) - Thanks, lad.

(keys jingle) (footsteps clomping) (gate creeks and thuds) (birds chirping) (birds chirping) - Will you give this to Lisa from me?

- If that's what 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.

(Charles draws and inhales) (Charles blows) (lively music) (lively music) (lively music) (lively music) (no audio)