(upbeat theme music) (upbeat theme music continues) (upbeat theme music continues) (uplifting instrumental music) (birds screeching) (car engine whirring) (gravel crunching) (uplifting instrumental music) (bird squeaking) (car door popping) (gravel crunching) (car door thudding) (gravel crunching) (upbeat theme music) (bird squeaking) (bird screeching) (uplifting instrumental music) (footsteps thudding) (uplifting instrumental music) (footsteps thudding) - Have you ever seen anything like this before?

(suspenseful music) - Mm.

(footsteps clacking) (somber music) (material shuffling) (somber music) - The teeth are loose.

Somebody's hit her hard, just... (somber instrumental music) (footsteps clacking) Yeah.

(somber instrumental music) Something sharp being driven right through her skull.

(somber instrumental music) - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah.

(somber instrumental music) - You search the pockets?

- Yeah.

A train ticket to London with tomorrow's date on it.

- Who found her?

- Lady over there, sir.

(footsteps clacking) - I come in to do the flowers for the early mass, pet, and there she was, laid out like Sleeping Beauty.

What'll her man say?

They kill her?

- Do you know her?

- Little Audrey Chadwick, aye.

Eh, she was a bonny lass.

Her mother comes to the mass.

- Will she be outside now?

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

Her man never comes, he's a heathen.

You cannot miss either of them.

He's got a Fu Manchu and she's hoyed a leg ever since she was a bairn, poor lamb.

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

- Mm-hmm.

(camera shutter snapping) - Well, she could've been there all night, sir.

Confessions finish about eight.

(footsteps clacking) Doors are never locked.

(footsteps clacking) (birds chirping) (camera shutter snapping) - [George] Did Audrey live here?

- No, she, she had her own place.

- Well, we'll need her address.

What did she do for a living?

- She's a nurse.

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

- Uh, she got a new job.

Teaching hospital, (whimpers) new start.

- (inhales sharply) She said she'd be back for Christmas.

(gasps) Dear God, this cannot have happened.

(mother cries) (car door popping) - Worst part of the job, Sergeant.

(car engine whirring) (car door thudding) (car door thudding) You're very quiet.

(car engine whirring) - She wasn't a nurse, sir, at least not when I met her.

(upbeat instrumental music) (chips rattling) (upbeat instrumental music) (chips rattling) (upbeat instrumental music) - You want me to come to your table?

(patron laughs) - Tens.

(upbeat instrumental music) Well done.

(upbeat instrumental music) Please sir.

(chuckles) (upbeat instrumental music) Yes, sir.

- [Patron] Why you broke off?

- Hi, handsome, how we doing here?

First time in Rakes, is it?

- Er, yeah.

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

- Nobody looking after you?

- I'm fine.

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

I'm Blaise.

- Blaise?

- [Blaise] And you are?

(upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) - I'm John.

And what do you do for a living John?

- I'm a plumber.

Does this cost extra, does it?

- No.

I was just being friendly.

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

- I'm a Fox, John.

I'm a cocktail waitress.

- Really?

(upbeat instrumental music) (dreamy instrumental music) (upbeat theme music) - [George] What were you doing at Rakes Club in the first place?

- [Police Officer] It's the only one.

Got lost on your desk.

- I was curious.

(telephone ringing) - Curious?

- Hey, you don't want that.

- [Police Officer] It's not cancer.

You're gonna find it so.

- Ah, smash.

- Lonely.

- No, no!

- Well, that's because you went without me.

We'll pay them a visit tonight.

- [Police Officer] I mean we were the ones to give free chances.

- All right.

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

Time to start filling this in.

(thudding) (rattling) What was this place?

- Used to be a warehouse.

Wait till you see it inside, though, sir.

(car doors squeaking) (upbeat instrumental music) (car doors thudding) (upbeat instrumental music) (footsteps clacking) - Good evening, gentlemen.

(upbeat instrumental music) (footsteps clacking) (upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) (upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) (upbeat instrumental music) - Come on!

That's 75.

(upbeat instrumental music) - Come on now, friend.

Oh, yes!

(roulette ball clattering) (glasses clinking) Ah!

(upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) - [Waitress] Hi, sir.

(upbeat instrumental music) - Thank you.

- All right.

(upbeat instrumental music) It is a diamond.

(upbeat instrumental music) - Yes!

(upbeat instrumental music) - 21.

(laughs) - Wow.

- King, a 10.

(upbeat instrumental music) - It's absolutely true.

- Oh, yes.

- Yeah.

(glasses clinking) - [George] How come you've got a membership card?

- [John] You get a 30-day trial.

How many times you been here?

- Yeah, you know, just, maybe, um- - Hey, John.

- Hey!

- How's the U-bends going?

(John laughs) (Fawn chuckles) (upbeat instrumental music) - I didn't realize you worked on Sunday.

- I don't usually.

(upbeat instrumental music) - I'm Fawn.

- George.

- [Fawn] So, what's your poison, George?

- Oh, I'll have what John has.

- Champagne, then?

- (chuckles) Really?

(Fawn chuckles) Fawn, I understand the owner lives over the shop?

- Penthouse apartment.

- Tell him I'd like to see him.

- George, Mr.

Donovan's a very busy man.

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

And forget the champagne.

- Police?

(upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) Are you in trouble, John?

(upbeat instrumental music) (John chuckles) (upbeat instrumental music) - Little bit.

(people chattering) (footsteps clacking) (people chattering) (upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) - U-bends?

- I wasn't going to tell her I was a copper, was I?

- Oh, no, of course not.

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

Whereas a plumber... - Yeah, all right.

- Exactly how many times have you been here?

- Four.

- And how can you afford champagne?

- I can't.

(upbeat instrumental music) (George sighs) (upbeat instrumental music) - Was the dead woman always here?

- Well, I just met her that first time.

I never saw her after that.

(upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) (button tapping) (people chattering) (elevator door squeaking) - I'll explain later.

(person laughs) - Yes, yeah.

(upbeat instrumental music) - Press P for Penthouse.

He'll meet you up there.

(button clicking) (uplifting instrumental music) (elevator door rattling) (uplifting instrumental music) (elevator door rattling) (bell dinging) (upbeat instrumental music) (upbeat instrumental music continues) - Wow!

(chuckles) (upbeat instrumental music) (upbeat instrumental music fades out) - Gentlemen.

Patrick Donovan.

My wife Helen.

- Gentlemen.

- What this time?

Not enough fire hoses?

You know, in the States we have a word for this, harassment.

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

- Audrey?

- Blaise?

- What about her?

- I'm afraid she's been murdered.

(somber instrumental music) (glass clinking) - She was probably the most natural of any of the girls.

- Apart from anything else she was the perfect Fox.

- So, what makes the perfect Fox, Mr.

Donovan?

- (smacks lips) Well, let's be frank, number one, the body.

(upbeat instrumental music) (jewelry clinking) - The rear view is important in a Fox I expect.

- What else do you expect, Audrey?

- Call us Blaise.

Just Blaise.

- Why just Blaise?

- 'Cause there's no modesty, Mrs.

Donovan.

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

- And what do you know about us, my lovely?

- I know in America, the average Fox works for two years then marries a millionaire, or so I read in "The Mirror."

- It worked out that way for me.

- But my wife was no average Fox.

- Nor will I be.

(upbeat instrumental music) - You know what Rakes does?

You understand what it is and what it isn't?

- I understand, Mr.

Donovan.

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

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

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

But we expect total dedication to the Rakes brand.

- You'll get it.

(upbeat instrumental music) - What do you think, Helen?

- Oh, I think she's hired, Patrick.

- Well, that all sounds very sophisticated.

Of course, there are those that think you're just a posh knocking shop selling overpriced booze.

- The people who think that will be outside right now.

(ice cubes clinking) - Who?

- Come see.

♪ We shall overcome some day ♪ ♪ Oh, deep ♪ - The God Squad, every Sunday night.

♪ In my heart ♪ ♪ I will ♪ - What is it they say in Europe about you?

On the Continent we have sex lives, in England they have hot water bottles.

♪ Come here ♪ I have a mission in life.

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

♪ Overcome ♪ (footsteps scuffling) - When did you last see Audrey?

- When she left, three weeks ago.

- Why did she leave?

- Pastures new, I didn't ask.

(door thudding) - What, you didn't bother to ask her, even though she was the "perfect Fox"?

- No.

I didn't ask.

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

- 15.

- Do you transport them home after they finish?

- No.

- Start doing so.

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

- Now, that won't be good for business.

- I don't care about your business.

I care about the safety of these young women.

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

- Her parents believe that she was working as a nurse.

Do you know why she told them that?

- Mr.

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

Outside is what is laughingly known as real life.

We don't do real life in here.

- Uh-huh.

Who knew her best?

- Audrey was a loner.

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

- Maybe I should talk to them first, prepare- - You will talk to nobody.

Did she share a dressing room with anybody?

- Fawn.

- Then we'll start with Fawn.

(door lock rattling) (upbeat instrumental music) - I trust that bloke about as far as I can throw him.

- Really?

Don't take up poker, Sergeant.

(upbeat instrumental music) (door slamming) (footsteps clacking) Exactly how well do you know this woman, Sergeant?

(upbeat instrumental music) (knocking on door) (Fawn sniffs) - We had farewell drinks in here (sniffs) on Saturday afternoon.

- What time was this?

- After we closed, about three.

(sniffs) She left at about half past four.

- Do you know where she went?

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

- Why was she leaving, Fawn?

(Fawn sniffs) - Don't know.

(whimpers) - Her dad knew she was working here, then?

- He came in one night with Frank Allingham.

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

(sniffs) He thought she was throwing her life to the dogs.

- Who's Frank Allingham?

- Her ex-boyfriend.

He's a footballer.

Least he thinks he's a footballer.

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

(muffled instrumental music) - Did they cause any trouble?

- Frank picked a fight but the police were called.

- A fight with who?

- Mr.

Donovan.

- Why Mr.

Donovan?

- He's the boss, I suppose.

(sighs) Frank's such an idiot.

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

You know, it's surprising how many of 'em take their wedding rings off at the door, Mr.

Gently.

(muffled instrumental music) - And what assumption was that then, Fawn?

What's your real name, by the way?

- Fawn.

Fawn Granger.

- It is Fawn Granger.

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

Gently.

- Has it occurred to you that some men might not make that distinction, especially after a night's drinking?

- Well, that's their problem.

- Is it?

(muffled instrumental music) Did she have any friends among the customers?

- No, we're not allowed.

- No, but clearly it happens.

Well, was she seeing one of the customers perhaps?

Or maybe somebody in the club?

- No.

(muffled instrumental music) (Fawn cries) (chair creaks) - We will need to speak to you again.

(Fawn cries) I'm sorry you lost your friend, Miss Granger.

(muffled instrumental music) (Fawn cries) ♪ Day ♪ ♪ Oh, deep in my heart ♪ - Jesus.

♪ I do believe ♪ - Shame.

Shame.

- Thank you.

Keep going.

- Shame!

Shame!

- Mind if I take one.

- No thank you.

- Shame!

Shame!

- We're not- - We're not interested.

- Shame!

Shame!

Shame!

Shame!

- No.

- Where is your wife tonight?

- Shame, shame, shame!

Shame, shame, shame!

- You've been here before.

- Sorry?

- Haven't you got a wife or a daughter?

- Shame, shame!

- Shame!

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

- Shame, shame!

- Shame!

- Shame!

- Shame!

- We're police officers.

- Shame!

Shame!

- You!

- Shame!

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

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

God rest her soul.

- Please.

Now.

(people chattering) (speaker indistinct) - Come back tomorrow.

- Bunch of weirdos.

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

- Which girl was it?

(protesters chattering) - Audrey Chadwick.

- Audrey.

(footsteps clacking) (protesters chattering) - A life for a life.

- Bye.

- What's that supposed to mean?

The Lord punishes our wickedness.

- [John] Can I take your name, please, love?

- Margaret Bishop.

- Margaret Bishop.

- I have nothing to hide.

(footsteps clacking) There is a house in this city where abortion is performed on a weekly basis and a blind eye is turned towards it, in England, in the 20th century.

Why aren't you investigating those murders?

I'll pray for Audrey's soul.

- Oh, great, that will really help.

- May I have a leaflet from you?

- Oh.

(page shuffles) (dog barks) (footsteps clacking) - She's off her head.

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

And why didn't you take some leaflets?

(footsteps clacking) - What for?

- Fingerprints?

- Oh!

Oh, yeah.

Oh, sorry, I wasn't, um- - Thinking like a policeman, no.

Now, what's going on between you and Fawn Granger?

- Nothing.

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

- Don't ever put me in that position again!

How was I supposed to know what Fawn was hiding when it could have been you she was lying about?

- (chuckles) Sir, hiding?

- You're just a kid, aren't you?

You've got no self-discipline.

You want sweeties all the time!

I want a full account.

Come and find me tomorrow.

- [John] Well, sir, no, I didn't bring me car.

- Well, walk!

(car door squeaking) (car engine revving) - Sir!

Now, come on!

(upbeat instrumental music) (dog barks) (objects clattering) (suspenseful music) - Going somewhere, Fawn?

- I didn't say anything.

I promise.

I swear to God.

(suspenseful music) (footsteps clacking) (boot lock popping) (car engine whirring) (boot lid thudding) (suspenseful music) (car door popping) (suspenseful music) (footsteps clacking) (car door popping) (car door thudding) - This is booked, pal.

- What do you want?

- I wanna talk.

And you can mind your own business, pal.

- Who am I talking to?

- A single plumber or a married policeman?

- You're talking to me.

- Why did you lie to me?

- I'm so sorry.

It's just, my life is... (John sighs) (car engine whirring) And the important thing now is what happened to Audrey.

You've got to trust me.

What is it you're not telling us?

- Trust you?

(scoffs) Oh, you're the last person I'll ever trust.

Just get out, will you?

- Look, Fawn, has it got anything to do with an abortion, because if it has then- - I don't know anything about an abortion.

Will you just get out?

Leave me alone.

- All right, all right.

Please.

Take this.

You can phone me any time.

Where can I get hold of you?

What's your address?

- Well, just get out, will you?

- All right.

(car door popping) (car door thudding) (car engine whirring) (upbeat instrumental music) (boxing glove thudding) (chain rattling) (boxing gloves thudding) (upbeat instrumental music) (George exhales loudly) (boxing glove thudding) (George exhales loudly) (George exhales loudly) (boxing glove thudding) (chain rattling) (George panting) (boxing gloves thudding) (people chattering) - Forensic report?

- Yep.

(boxing glove thudding) (chain rattling) The blow to the side of the head definitely killed her.

Something sharp driven about an inch into her brain.

- Somebody was angry.

- She also had an abortion, sir, within the last couple of weeks.

- Since she left Rakes then.

Anything on the ex-boyfriend?

- Yep.

This is him.

(boxing glove thudding) (chain rattling) (boxing glove thudding) Frank Allingham.

- Handsome devil.

(boxing glove thudding) - Played for South Shields in Stockton on Saturday afternoon, sir, so he's got an alibi up until the bus dropped him off about 9.30.

- Pick him up.

- We have tried, sir.

Can't find him.

- Well, try harder.

Next, get me an address for Margaret Bishop.

I wanna talk to her again.

(boxing gloves thudding) - Because of that loony stuff about God punishing us and that?

- Nah, she's entitled to her opinion on that.

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

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

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

- which means, I presume, that you never went there on a Sunday, because Fawn was the big attraction, am I right?

(object rattling) Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Right.

But Margaret Bishop said she recognized you.

So, what does that tell you?

(boxing glove thudding) - Well, that she watches the place, every night maybe?

- Maybe, so, she might've seen something that's useful to us.

(boxing glove thudding) (chain rattling) (boxing gloves thudding) (boxing glove thudding) Now, then, Fawn Granger.

- Okay, okay, I saw her a couple of times at the club, right.

She served me drinks.

She sat down.

She chatted to me.

I enjoyed her company, all right, I admit it.

- And you took your wedding ring off.

(boxing glove thudding) (chain rattling) - So, what's all this about then, sir?

- Boxing.

- Yeah.

- It's about respect.

- [Coach] Come on lad, prepare you.

- Respect for yourself.

(chain rattling) Respect for your opponent.

It's about self-discipline.

'Cause if you get angry, you get beaten.

Are you finding me amusing, John?

(George panting) (chain rattling) - Just think you should stick to fishing.

(object scuffling) I mean, I know you used to box in the Army, and that.

- For the Army.

I used to box for the Army.

- 20 year ago.

- Meaning?

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

Man at your age.

I mean, look what happened to Sonny Liston.

(fist thudding) (chain rattling) Should've admitted he was past it.

- You think you could beat me then, Sergeant?

(uplifting instrumental music) Hey?

Cassius Clay to my Sonny Liston, is that it?

No, no, seriously.

Three rounds for charity.

All proceeds to the Police Widows, yeah?

(fist thudding) - I've never done any boxing, sir.

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

(object scraping) Hey?

- All right.

- Well, there, you got three weeks to learn.

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

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

Three punches anywhere.

Providing it's not below the belt.

- Three punches?

- Yeah.

(upbeat instrumental music) - All right.

You're on.

(upbeat instrumental music) (birds chirping) When was the last time you saw Audrey, Mrs.

Beaney?

- On Saturday.

She was meant to clear all her stuff out by the end of the day, but she never came back.

I know now why.

- How long has she roomed here?

- For six months.

- And before that?

- "Living at home," she said.

- Since she started working at Rakes.

- You think her dad threw her out?

(door hinges squeaking) (door hinges whining) (footsteps thudding) - Where is everything?

- Oh, I have a new tenant coming in this afternoon, you see, so I needed to give the place a good clear.

- You were told yesterday to leave everything as it was.

- (stuttering) See, I'd already cleaned it out.

- Where are her things?

- Uh, this way.

(footsteps scuffling) (keys rattling) (door handle rattling) (door hinges whining) - So, if Audrey didn't clean out her things, she might still have had her keys with her?

- Oh, yes.

- No, there's no keys on the body, Guv.

- Was there a boyfriend?

- Well, now I frowned on that sort of thing.

- Was there a boyfriend?

- There was a young man came round now and then.

Handsome fellow.

Oh, but they were forever fighting.

The noise was terrible.

And the language!

Oh, dear me.

- What sort of thing?

- He called her a slut and a whore, and a, oh, and, I don't know.

(zipping) She seemed a nice enough girl to me.

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

- When was the last time the boyfriend was here?

- Saturday.

Shouting his head off.

"You've made a bloody fool out of me, you little so and so..." Only not, "So, and so", you know?

Then he clod-hopped down the stairs and slammed the door.

- Did you actually see him?

- I'm not the nosy sort, love.

- So, you heard a man call Audrey a slut and a whore?

- Mm.

- And this was what time on Saturday?

- About five o'clock.

- Mm, and when you cleaned the room did you see any signs of a struggle?

Any blood anywhere?

- This is a decent place, pet.

- Just yes, or no, please, Mrs.

Beaney.

Blood or no blood?

Mess or no mess?

- It was spick and span.

- And was Audrey's room normally spick and span?

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

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

- Well, sometimes maybe, just to check whether maybe they hadn't left the gas on, or... - So, was Audrey's room normally spick and span the way it was when you went in yesterday?

- Sometimes it was and sometimes it wasn't!

- Thank you.

- Like the Gestapo.

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

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

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

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

I think he'd belted her.

- And he didn't come back?

- Well, I dunno, pet.

I mean, I was at the Bingo all night.

- Sorry, what is this?

- Oh, just the rubbish out of her bin.

(plastic bag rustling) (pill sleeve rustling) - She was on the pill.

- You mean she was married?

(suspenseful music) (birds chirping) (people chattering) - Do you think it was the boyfriend that belted her?

- Or the dad, who apparently can't cope with the fact that his daughter is a cocktail waitress, instead of a nurse.

(footsteps scuffling) Why were there three empty packets of pills?

- What do you mean?

- You only use one packet a month.

Why were there three empty packets in one waste bin?

- I don't know.

(gas lighter clicking) - No, nor me.

Next question.

How did she get hold of the pills in the first place?

(people chattering) - Well, it's not illegal to take them, is it?

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

(children chattering) - Friendly doctor.

Maybe the same one that found her that abortionist.

No, hang on, if she was on the pill, how did she end up pregnant?

(upbeat instrumental music) - The packets were empty.

- Then why didn't she get some more?

- I don't know, Sergeant.

(suspenseful music) Find out who her GP was.

And find that boyfriend.

- Right.

Where are you going?

- Rakes.

Alone.

(car door popping) (suspenseful instrumental music) (car door thudding) (people chattering) (person laughs) (people chattering) - A pint of Exhibition, please.

(people chattering) - Well, Mr.

Gently, (people chattering) for you, I'll be a Fox again.

(people chattering) Thanks.

(people chattering) - Did Audrey, (upbeat instrumental music) enjoy working here, Mrs.

Donovan?

- She was born for it.

(upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) (Helen chuckles) (lighter snapping) And she was so good she was training the new recruits after a month.

- Knees together.

(heels clacking) Back arched.

Bottom tucked.

Yeah, I know we're all gonna want hip replacements by the time we're 30, but never mind 'cause the gentlemen think we are so fascinated in their conversation when we adopt this spine-knackering posture.

Don't forget the face, Fawn.

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

(new recruits laughing) Especially a face like yours.

It'll be your fortune, pet.

Like so.

The interested expression.

Your wife's had another hysterectomy, Councillor Suchabody?

(gasps) She's a world beater, mind!

More champagne to celebrate?

(new recruits laughing) This next one is called the Foxy Bob and I believe it was patented by Mrs.

Donovan herself.

(suspenseful music) (footsteps scuffling) Back straight, knees together.

That's it.

Keep your chin up.

(suspenseful instrumental music) - Wasn't that your job?

(people chattering) - Yeah.

(upbeat instrumental music) - Was Audrey having an affair with someone at the club, Mrs.

Donovan?

- Such as, Chief Inspector?

- Such as your husband?

She was "the perfect Fox" after all.

- No.

I wasn't aware of Audrey having an affair with anyone.

- Yes, that's what Fawn said.

(people chattering) (upbeat instrumental music) I think she was lying.

(people chattering) (upbeat instrumental music) (inhales sharply) What are we talking about here, Mrs.

Donovan, an open marriage?

(upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) - Patrick and I have a sophisticated relationship, if that's what you mean.

- How modern.

(upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) So, he gets to sleep with any girl that takes his fancy, and you, what do you get out of it?

- I love my husband, Mr.

Gently.

- Then how humiliating.

(upbeat instrumental music) (Helen chuckles) Do you know, when you have traveled the world a bit, not spent your whole life on a small island that can't make its mind up if the war's over, that still watches black and white television and likes tripe and onions for tea, - Cheers!

- you aren't so afraid of freedom.

- Freedom, is it?

- Patrick, (upbeat instrumental music) tires of them after a week or two.

(upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) He always comes back.

Because he loves me as much as I love him.

- Maybe it will catch on in this small island.

(upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) Personally, I hope not.

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

(upbeat instrumental music) - Oh, I'd like to speak to Fawn Granger again.

- Fawn's taken a few days off, understandably.

- Then could you get her address for me, please?

- Of course.

- Tell him I need to speak to him, please.

(people chattering) - Who's that?

- A business associate of my husband.

- Called?

- Joe something.

I'll get that address.

(upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) - On the house.

(upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) (person laughs) (uplifting instrumental music) (muffled instrumental music) (footsteps scraping) (door thudding) (footsteps thudding) (scraping) (door handle rattling) (door hinges squeaking) (upbeat instrumental music) - And that's- (people chattering) - Through the help.

- Excuse me, any of the football lads in?

- Yeah, two or three in the backroom.

- In the back?

Thanks.

(people chattering) (object clattering) (people chattering) (person laughs) (people laughing) (people laughing) (singers vocalizing) (people chattering) - [Patron] Hey, get up, Riff.

- Drowning your sorrows, Frank?

(people chattering) (upbeat instrumental music) - Yeah, yeah.

- It's not that bad getting beat off Stockton, is it?

- Oh, get lost, Skinny.

(singers vocalizing) (upbeat instrumental music) - Ha!

- Audrey messing you around, was she?

(people chattering) - Hurray!

- Hey, wow.

Well, what's going on?

(person laughs) - I loved her.

- Oh, hey.

(person laughs) - Is that why you went round Saturday night after the match and gave her a smack round the head?

- Eh?

I haven't seen her for weeks, man.

- That's not what the landlady told me.

- That stupid cow?

- Oi!

(upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) So, what were you so angry about, Frank?

Was it the abortion?

(people chattering) - Abortion?

- Bairn was yours, was it?

(people chattering) Come on, Frank, talk to us, will you?

- I'll kill that bastard.

- Frank, kill who?

Right, you're coming with me.

I'm arresting you Frank.

- Oh, no, no, no.

- Doing lad?

(head crashing) - Oh!

(body thudding) Ow!

- Oh, (indistinct) what's happening.

- Hey, landlord.

- Idiot.

- Sorry mate, fair and square.

- Hey, landlord.

Landlord!

- [Speaker] Not a chance, you know what.

(door thudding) - Oh, what the... - I'm so sorry.

I was looking for the gents.

Sit down, please.

(door slamming) - Chief Inspector Gently, always a pleasure, but next time, make an appointment.

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

What's your business here, Mr.?

- Mr.

Bishop is a lawyer.

- Bishop?

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

Margaret Bishop?

- Yes.

Margaret is my wife.

- Oh.

(chuckles) Interesting, and why did you need to see Mr.

Donovan so urgently?

- Are you questioning me about something?

- Are you a member of Rakes, Mr.

Bishop?

- This was a professional visit.

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

Did you know Audrey Chadwick?

- Who?

- She was murdered on Saturday, she used to work here.

Very beautiful young woman.

The Perfect Fox.

Ring any bells?

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

- You were very familiar with Mrs.

Donovan.

(footsteps scuffling) Ah... - Mr.

Gently.

I thought I'd lost you.

- Thank you.

- Fawn's address.

- Well, I'll be off then.

Very nice to meet you, Mr.

Gently.

- Oh, we'll be meeting again.

I'll need your address, please.

- 14, Denbigh Terrace, Gosforth.

(door handle rattling) (pen clicking) - Mr.

Gently, (pen scribbling) Patrick and I loved Audrey.

Please catch her killer.

(suspenseful music) (pen clicking) - Mm-hmm.

(suspenseful music) (door handle rattling) (upbeat instrumental music) (George chuckles) (chalk scraping) Better learn to keep your left up, Sergeant.

Could Allingham be our man, do you think?

- It's possible.

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

- He didn't know about that?

- No.

Although I think he knows who does.

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

- Meaning who?

(people chattering) - We didn't chat much after that.

- Patrick Donovan, maybe.

Or his friend Mr.

Bishop.

(chalk scraping) - Bishop?

- Yeah, he's married to that woman we met outside.

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

(people chattering) Mind you, that seems to be par for the course.

What's this?

(telephone ringing) - Oh.

I found that in Audrey's rubbish.

- It's a prayer card.

- Mm-hmm.

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

"I will pray for both your souls."

Mm, fingerprints?

- Yeah, I've done it.

- Yeah, good.

- Just waiting for the report.

All right?

- Yeah.

(people chattering) (prayer card thudding) - I paid a call on your friend, Fawn Granger.

- Nice.

A bit of tea.

(suspenseful music) - And?

- Her flatmates haven't seen or heard of her since we saw her on Sunday.

She's frightened of something or somebody.

We need to find her.

(suspenseful instrumental music) (object rattling) (footsteps clacking) (telephone ringing) Has your friend hurt his nose?

(telephone ringing) - Do you prescribe these pills, Dr.

Sprague?

- Of course, to any married woman who wants them.

- Did you prescribe these to Audrey Chadwick?

- I read about Audrey's murder.

- Did you prescribe these pills?

- Yes, look, this archaic law will be changed soon.

- Well, you wanna get yourself a calendar, love, 'cause this is now, it's not soon.

So, you're saying any lass that sleeps with whoever she likes can come in off the street and you're gonna help her deal with the consequences?

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

- When did you prescribe them, Doctor?

- About six months ago.

For three months.

And then a further six months.

- So, she should've been fully protected against pregnancy right up until she died.

- Assuming she'd taken them.

- Why wouldn't she take them?

(air swooshing) - Well, if she was fully protected, Dr.

Sprague, then why did she need an abortion?

- An abortion?

Well, how would I know about that?

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

- [George] What's your view on abortion, Doctor?

- My view is that it's a criminal offense.

- Do you think that law will be changed?

- Yes, I do.

Eventually.

- And in the meantime?

- In the meantime, women are forced to make a choice between an unwanted child and a risky operation.

- When was the last time you saw Audrey?

- (clicks tongue) I can't remember the exact date, but the receptionist will tell you.

(suspenseful music) Now would you like me to look at your nose?

(suspenseful instrumental music) (footsteps clacking) - I think Dr.

Sprague's one of these lesbians.

- Mm.

(door thudding) - And a backstreet abortionist.

- There you go, Sarge.

- Thank you.

- Where do you sit on the abortion issue?

- Me?

Exactly where the doctor sits.

It's a criminal offense.

Oh, Bingo.

Look, look.

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

- Is there a cross on the leaflet?

- Yeah, why?

- I put it there.

It's the one Margaret Bishop gave me.

(suspenseful instrumental music) (footsteps clacking) - Oh, you're here.

(footsteps scuffling) I didn't realize you were in.

(footsteps clacking) I was in the dark room.

(fridge door popping) (object rattling) (door thudding) (box scraping) (footsteps clacking) (bottle thudding) (knife scraping) (knife thudding) (ice block scraping) (ice block thudding) (knife rattling) Do you want one?

(liquid pouring) - Going out this evening, M?

(bottle thudding) Carrying on the crusade?

(glass thudding) - Joe... (footsteps scuffling) (chair rattling) - Oh, what's happening to this world?

I feel like I'm trying to stem a tide, and, (sighs) so alone, you know?

- I think you should stop.

- I can't stop, Joe.

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

I can't.

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

- I'm not saying anybody else is wrong, I'm just- - You are, actually.

You are.

That's what you do.

Make everybody else feel like they've failed.

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

I worry about you sometimes, Margaret.

(chair rattling) (footsteps clacking) Please, stop it, Margaret.

(footsteps clacking) (Joe chews) (door handle rattling) (door hinges squeaking) (door hinges squeaking) (door thudding) (suspenseful instrumental music) (footsteps clacking) (suspenseful music) (gate clinking) (suspenseful instrumental music) (car door popping) (car door thudding) (car keys jingling) (suspenseful instrumental music) (footsteps clacking) (suspenseful instrumental music) (footsteps clacking) (suspenseful instrumental music) (knocker thudding) (suspenseful music) (key rattling) (door handle rattling) (suspenseful music) - Do you have a search warrant?

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

(door handle rattling) (footsteps clacking) (suspenseful instrumental music) (footsteps scuffling) What's the bucket for?

The scraps?

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

- Again, only a man could have said that.

- A policeman and you're breaking the law.

- A law made by men.

(footsteps scuffling) - I might not be able to prosecute you on this evidence, but expect a letter from the Health Authority.

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

- You're a bastard.

Before you go, that woman there, 38-years-old and living on the breadline with a chronically-sick husband and five children under the age of 12.

She and her husband haven't made love for three years.

She found a bit of comfort elsewhere and fell pregnant.

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

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

Write to her MP?

Hope that she wins the pools?

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

- No, no.

I'm sorry.

Audrey Chadwick did not have a crippled husband or five other kids, so, why did she need an abortion?

- Can't you hear yourself?

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

- Frank Allingham.

Was he the father?

- I don't know who the father was.

(Dr.

Sprague sighs) - That's how she got pregnant.

Why did she need an abortion?

- Because she'd been raped, Sergeant.

(dramatic instrumental music) - Who raped her?

- I don't know who it was.

But Audrey had no secrets from her friend Fawn.

Why don't you ask her?

(upbeat instrumental music) - I would if I could find her.

(upbeat instrumental music) (door thudding) (upbeat instrumental music) (car engine whirring) (hand brake grinding) (car engine whirring) (upbeat instrumental music) (car door popping) (camera shutter snapping) (car door thudding) - I told you she'd be here.

(footsteps clacking) Get the Donovans lined up for me.

Don't tell them anything.

(camera shutter snapping) and don't let them talk to each other.

I'll be up in a minute.

(material scuffling) (footsteps clacking) Would you mind telling me what you're doing, Mrs.

Bishop?

- I send the numbers of the cars to the newspapers.

I send photographs of the men.

- You photograph everybody who goes into Rakes?

They never print them, of course.

- You wanna punish the men who come here, is that it?

And what about the women who work here?

Do you think they should be punished as well?

(wind swooshing) I believe you sent this card to the dead woman.

Would you like to explain the message to me?

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

- It's not a threat then?

- Of course not.

- And it says "souls" plural.

Who would that be?

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

(suspenseful instrumental music) (footsteps clacking) - (sighs) It's her, Audrey.

It's that mad woman from Rakes.

(camera shutter snapping) (footsteps scuffling) - I want you to think about what you're planning to do.

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

A baby, with a soul.

(Audrey sighs) - Ignore her.

Come on.

- Audrey, (suspenseful instrumental music) you were once that baby.

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

Come on, Fawn.

(footsteps clacking) - Audrey had her abortion another day, as I think you knew she would.

She put an end to that "tiny life."

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

Are you telling me that's not a threat?

- Of course, it wasn't.

- Then what was it, then?

- It was a warning.

A warning of the punishment that awaited her.

(George sighs) - I'd like you to come to the station.

(footsteps clacking) We need to talk further.

(footsteps clacking) (car door popping) (car door squeaking) (footsteps scuffling) (traffic humming) (car door thudding) (footsteps scuffling) She's to stay there.

(footsteps clacking) - I have answered- - No, no, no.

No, I'm not gonna ask you again.

Now you talk.

Where is she?

- We have no idea where Fawn Granger is.

- Did you tell her to disappear?

Is that it?

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

- Is this professional, Sergeant, or personal?

- It's a murder inquiry is what it is.

- Now, why would we want her to disappear?

- You give me answers, you don't ask me questions!

- I think it's personal, don't you, Mr.

Gently?

I think the sergeant's smitten.

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

- Oh, you think you're so clever you two, don't you?

One girl's missing and another one's dead and you sitting there taking the mickey out of me?

- Sergeant.

(footsteps scuffling) Did you know that Audrey was pregnant when she left work?

- No.

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

- Why would we want her to have an abortion.

- That would be illegal.

- Do you know who raped Audrey, Mr.

Donovan?

- Rape?

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

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

So, what happened this time?

Audrey get fed up with you?

Maybe you hadn't had quite enough yet?

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

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

- We were here, together.

- That's right.

- Can anyone confirm that?

- The doors were locked.

It was our day off.

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

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

- Oh, we certainly were very busy.

- Who killed Audrey?

In my opinion, the answer's been staring you in the face since day one.

- Do you mean Margaret Bishop?

- Well, see now, Mr.

Bacchus, your boss is just much, much cleverer than you are.

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

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

He's a very ambitious man.

- Really?

(door handle rattling) (door hinges squeaking) - [Officer] Come in.

- [Speaker] Shot meet up through the hallway.

(footsteps clacking) (door latch clicking) (door hinges squeaking) (footsteps clacking) - Sir, Fawn's been missing 48 hours now.

- What if we've missed something?

What if there's some madman out there with a grudge against women?

(door handle rattles) (footsteps scuffling) - Sir?

- Later.

(telephone ringing) (footsteps clacking) (door thudding) You've been lying to me, about your relationship with Fawn Granger?

I need all the facts, John.

No more evasions.

- I slept with her.

(suspenseful instrumental music) (fist thudding) She's an... She's special.

- Yeah?

(uplifting instrumental music) (George sighs) - Can we find her, please?

- By rights, I should take you off this case right now.

- No, no, no, no.

No, sir, come on, don't, see.

What good is that gonna do anybody now?

(suspenseful music) (George sighs) (telephone ringing) - She was Audrey's friend.

Start with the Chadwicks.

Take it.

- Thank you.

(door handle rattling) (door hinges squeaking) (uplifting instrumental music) (door thudding) - [George] Where were you on Saturday night, Mrs.

Bishop?

- At home.

- Alone?

- No.

Joe was with me.

My husband.

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

What do you think's happening here, Mrs.

Bishop?

Why do you think you're here?

Sometimes, the Lord lets his enemies persecute the righteous.

I trust his wisdom.

- You regard yourself as one of the righteous.

- I try to be, Chief Inspector.

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

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

Why are we on this Earth otherwise?

- I'm not your enemy, Mrs.

Bishop and, yes, I do try to spend my life doing good.

- Then arrest the abortionists.

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

Close down the places where wretched young women are trained to a life of fornication.

- What do you mean, Rakes Club?

I didn't see any fornication there, and what wretchedness I did see seemed to be among the customers rather than the women.

Men like your husband.

(scoffs) My husband, (chuckles) wouldn't be seen dead in Rakes.

- I saw him there myself, two nights ago.

- Complete rubbish.

- Come off it, Margaret.

You stand outside there night after night with your notebook and your camera.

You see all the men.

You know your husband goes in there, and you might just as well face up to it, and the humiliation it's caused you.

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

Is that why you sent her a threatening note?

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

(suspenseful instrumental music) - I'd like to speak to my husband.

- No, I can't allow that, but I will tell him where you are.

Now, I believe that Audrey Chadwick was having an affair with somebody she met at the club.

Do you know who that was?

(dramatic instrumental music) (suspenseful instrumental music) (doorbell ringing) (suspenseful music) (door handle rattles) (suspenseful music) This is a search warrant.

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

(suspenseful instrumental music) (footsteps scuffling) Go round the back.

(suspenseful music) (object thudding) (glass clinking) (suspenseful instrumental music) (object scraping) (object thudding) - Sir.

(suspenseful music) Keep searching.

(suspenseful music) Is there anything you wish to tell me, Mr.

Bishop?

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

(suspenseful instrumental music) - I'd like to hear it from you.

(material shuffling) - Sorry, if I've come at a bad time.

(spoon clicking) - No, no, sit down.

(chair scraping) I was just sorting out the order of service for the funeral.

(spoon clicking) (chair scraping) - It's very sad.

I really am very sorry.

- Found the swine that did it?

- Not yet.

No.

(Ronnie munching) Her friend Fawn Granger's gone missing.

I was just wondering if she might've contacted you.

- Never heard of her.

- They worked together at Rakes.

(Ronnie munching) Why did you lie to us about Audrey being a nurse, Mr.

Chadwick?

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

I mean, 'cause you were both there, weren't you?

- She was a nurse.

My husband just- - Have you hurt your face, Mrs.

Chadwick?

- Oh, no, no, I just slipped in the back scullery, son.

(dramatic instrumental music) (Ronnie munching) Did you ever row with Audrey about what she did for a living, Mr.

Chadwick?

(utensil clinking) - I never spoke a word to her after she took it up.

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

(dramatic instrumental music) (Ronnie spits) Chuck that away, you.

(plate scrapes) (chair scrapes) I'm going to me bed.

(object thudding) (dramatic instrumental music) - He's not a bad man, Sergeant.

- Did he ever hit Audrey?

- He would never hit Audrey.

It's only the drink makes him bad.

Was he drinking on Saturday night?

The night that Audrey was killed?

- He drinks every night.

- Do you know where he was?

- He was here.

I put him to bed.

- And before that?

In the pub.

- Which pub?

- The Robin Hood.

- The one by the church?

Audrey's landlady thought she heard Frank shouting at Audrey in her flat Saturday teatime, but he was on a football pitch in Stockton.

So, who was it?

- (whimpers) He thought the world of Audrey, son.

She was his little girl.

He just didn't want her going to London.

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

I'm taking you both to the station.

(chair thudding) Pack a bag, because you might have to stay overnight.

- It all started innocently enough.

- No.

The truth.

There was never anything innocent about it.

Not from the very first moment.

(uplifting instrumental music) - A government lawyer!

No wonder Mr.

Donovan told me to be especially nice to you.

(uplifting instrumental music) (people chattering) Actually, Joe, I think I could use your help myself.

- How may I help you, Blaise?

- Could you?

I'd be so grateful.

(upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) (corset lace stretching) (upbeat instrumental music) (person laughs) (upbeat instrumental music) - Yeah, oh.

(upbeat instrumental music) - Thank you.

(bottle thudding) (object scraping) (person laughs) (upbeat instrumental music) - Good choice, Joe.

(upbeat instrumental music) (people chattering) - [Patron] Can we have a drink over here.

- Don't be misled by the place, Chief Inspector.

The girls are only bait.

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

That's where the profit is.

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

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

But I didn't.

And Audrey, was my reward.

She called herself Blaise.

Nothing was real.

♪ Param-Phaa, Pharam-Phaa ♪ - Leave your troubles at the door, Joe.

♪ Param-Phaa ♪ ♪ Param-Phaa ♪ - This is the place where dreams come true.

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

And soon it was out of control.

Forbidden flesh, Mr.

Gently.

And Oh.

The taste of that flesh.

- You became lovers?

- Hey (indistinct).

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

- See you.

- Bye.

- I would've shown her the finest hotels money could buy, but for safety's sake, - Hey, that was fun.

- we used a sordid little chalet she had the use of.

And you know what?

It didn't matter.

I loved her with all my heart.

(wind swooshing) My wife I believe to be a kind of saint, Mr.

Gently.

So, sure about good and evil.

So, clear-minded as to her objectives.

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

I'm not a saint I'm afraid.

- I didn't do anything bad.

- Put him in a cell.

- Just, yeah.

- Yeah, put something- - Come on there big man.

I didn't do anything!

(John grunts) - This ain't over.

- Pour some coffee down his throat.

Are you deaf or what?

- Sir!

- Yeah, you want this?

- Sorry, Mrs.

Chadwick.

In here, please.

- Sarge, Frank Allingham's just come walking in off the street.

I have him in room two.

- All right.

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

And you're not far wrong.

Reality had to reassert itself, and it did.

She got pregnant.

- You weren't taking precautions?

- It never even occurred to me, Chief Inspector.

It wasn't real life, after all.

- And she wasn't either?

- Obviously not.

- And?

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

I told her it was all over between us, but, I offered to stand by her, admit to being the father, support her afterwards, whatever the cost to me.

But she took no notice.

She went and got an abortion.

As you probably knew from the autopsy.

I also know she was raped, Mr.

Bishop.

- Raped?

- Not by you then?

- Why would I rape Audrey?

She gave herself to me.

- Then do you know who else would have done it?

- Her ex, Frank something.

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

Audrey told me.

That's all I can suggest.

Poor Audrey.

- Do you and your wife have children, Mr.

Bishop?

- No.

We couldn't.

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

How humiliating that was for her.

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

- I told Margaret everything.

I wanted to live in the light.

Admit to my stupidity, see what could be salvaged.

- How did she react?

- As if nothing had happened.

As if I'd said nothing.

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

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

- That doesn't surprise me.

- She stands there night after night with that camera.

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

Just one more thing that she couldn't admit to, just one more humiliation for her.

- Where are those photographs?

- In her dark room, I suppose.

(footsteps scuffling) (metal rattling) (door hinges squeaking) (door thudding) (footsteps scuffling) (material ruffling) - Sorry I nutted you.

- You will do when the judge is finished with you.

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

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

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

(leather stretching) Who?

(leather stretching) (footsteps clacking) Whoever it was, Frank, may be the man that raped her.

- Rape?

- Who was it?

You and Ronnie Chadwick went to Rakes and you picked a fight with Patrick Donovan, why?

- He had his hands all over her.

Like she belonged to him.

(upbeat instrumental music) (footsteps clacking) (object thudding) (object rattling) (upbeat instrumental music) (object thudding) (object rattling) (footsteps thudding) (wood creaking) (door handle snapping) (upbeat instrumental music) (door hinges squeaking) (upbeat instrumental music) (light switch clicking) (suspenseful music) - You haven't charged her or anything, have you?

- No.

(suspenseful music) Where were you on Saturday night, Mr.

Bishop?

- Me?

I was here.

(objects rattling) - Alone?

- No.

Margaret was in, in here.

(suspenseful instrumental music) (photographs shuffles) (suspenseful instrumental music) (photograph shuffles) (suspenseful music) - I'm going to need to keep these.

Chief Inspector, may I see my wife?

- No.

Not yet, I'm afraid.

And don't go anywhere.

I may need to speak to you again.

(suspenseful music) (traffic humming) (footsteps clacking) Audrey had an affair with Joe Bishop and she got pregnant by him.

- Patrick Donovan, you mean.

- Bishop admits it.

Confessed the whole thing to his wife.

- What?

- Yeah.

- Joe Bishop?

- Yeah.

He might say they were lovers.

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

And he thinks Frank Allingham might have been the rapist.

- Nah, he's not clever enough to lie this well.

He thinks it was Donovan.

(object clicking) - Ah, what if, - Hi, Mr.

Peed, is that- - Yes.

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

- Margaret Bishop you mean?

Nah.

How could she move the body on her own?

- Maybe she didn't move it on her own.

- Joe Bishop?

- Possibly.

He's absolutely full of guilt.

- [John] All this because of an affair?

- No, no, no, no, think about it.

Her husband's child, the child they could never have together, by the way, - Yeah.

- murdered by Audrey.

- And Fawn.

- Yeah.

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

- Yeah.

- So, what about Ronnie Chadwick then?

I mean, you see, he's given his wife a beating.

Right?

She's got a bruise on her right cheek.

Same as what Audrey had.

- Leads with his left.

- Yeah.

- And his wife says he was at Audrey's flat on Saturday teatime.

- (smacks lips) You stay on him.

- Right.

- I'll stick with Margaret Bishop.

(upbeat instrumental music) (keys jingling) Can you tell me what each of these is, please?

- My house keys.

Back door, front door, garden shed.

- And this one?

- My dark room.

- You keep your dark room locked, yeah?

- Not usually.

- Your camera has a new film in it.

When did you start it?

(Margaret sighs) - Over the weekend sometime.

- What's on it?

- You, your sergeant.

(object rattling) (zipper zipping) - Have this film developed, will you?

And check these to see if any of them fit the lock to Audrey Chadwick's room.

- Sir.

(keys jingling) - Ah.

(suspenseful music) - I've never seen them before.

(keys jingling) - Check those as well.

- I don't understand what's going on.

- Don't you?

I think those are the keys to Audrey Chadwick's room.

- Why would I have keys to her room?

So, that you could return and clean up any evidence of the murder.

(suspenseful music) Did you kill Audrey Chadwick, Mrs.

Bishop?

- Why would I do that?

- Because she was having an affair with your husband.

Because she got pregnant by him.

Something you could never achieve.

Because she had her baby aborted.

Something that you regard as murder.

(suspenseful instrumental music) Your husband told us everything.

- He's what?

- Told us everything he told you.

- I want to speak to Joe.

Where is he?

- I can't allow that.

(suspenseful instrumental music) - I'd like to pray.

(suspenseful music) - You lost your temper, Ronnie.

And who could blame you?

There is your daughter giving up her career as a nurse and spending her life dressed like jail bait.

You lost your temper, and then used your fists.

It's in your blood isn't it?

(Ronnie panting) - All right, yeah.

Yeah, right, I hit her, right.

I hit me own daughter.

I didn't want her to go to London.

I wanted her to stay here.

Settle down.

Give her mother grandbairns.

That's all I wanted.

- You hit her.

(hand thudding) Right?

And everything went quiet.

Why was that?

What did you hit her with?

(material shuffling) Did you kill your daughter, Ronnie?

- I loved that lass.

I slapped her face.

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

I was ashamed.

(inhales sharply) Sometime before she was murdered, your daughter was raped.

(Ronnie whimpers) Any idea who did it?

- (panting) Did you have to tell me that?

- I'm sorry, but we need to know.

Another girl's life is at risk.

(Ronnie panting) What about Frank?

Ronnie, what about Frank?

'Cause he knew that she was two-timing him.

Could he have raped her?

- I don't know.

(telephone ringing) (George sighs) - Never mind praying, Margaret.

Tell me again, where were you on Saturday?

(Margaret sighs) - I was at a prayer meeting until the early evening.

- And then?

- I got home around seven and spent the rest of the evening in my dark room.

- Was your husband there?

- Joe was downstairs, watching TV.

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

- Do you share a bed?

No, not any more.

- [George] Separate rooms?

- Yes.

I don't know anything about those keys.

Somebody must've put them in my bag.

- One of the Lord's enemies, maybe.

- Mock me if you must.

But don't mock the Lord.

(footsteps clacking) (door thudding) - Sir!

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

(sighs) I reckon he thinks that Frank could've raped her.

What about her?

Says she was home with Joe.

- Mr.

Bishop's arrived, sir.

I've put him in a room.

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

- Wow.

Bring it to me.

- Yes, sir.

- Somebody checking those keys?

- Ah, yes, sir, and the film's on the way from the lab.

(footsteps clacking) (people chattering) - (sighs) It's pathetic, isn't it?

- Mm-hmm.

Take heed, John.

(door handle rattling) (door hinges squeaking) (speaker indistinct) (footsteps clacking) Thank you for coming in, Mr.

Bishop.

(door thudding) (footsteps clacking) (chair scraping) (footsteps scuffling) (cigarette box thudding) (chair scraping) (chair scraping) (George sighs) (flint lighting) (object clicking) - I want to talk to Margaret.

- Not yet, tell us again about Saturday night.

- [Joe] I was watching the television, as I told you.

- Till what time?

- All evening.

- Where was your wife?

(pen clicking) - As I said, she was upstairs in her dark room.

(pen scribbling) - How can you be sure?

It's a big house.

- No, no, no, Margaret was there.

I could hear her moving about.

- [Joe] Even though you were downstairs with the telly on?

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

Bishop?

- Margaret could not have done this, Chief Inspector.

She's not capable of what you are thinking.

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

So, you yourself are unaccounted for until that time.

- I told you, I was watching television.

- What was on?

- The football results.

(tobacco burning) "Dr Who, "Jungle Boy," "Juke Box Jury."

- Name one of the records on "Juke Box Jury?"

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

- [John] Was it a hit or a miss?

- I can't remember!

(John imitates buzzer buzzing) - So, I ask again, how do you know that Margaret was in her dark room all that time if you were watching TV so avidly?

- Margaret doesn't tell lies.

Margaret's... (shuffling) - We found some keys in her bag that I believe are the keys to Audrey's room.

This isn't just about Audrey, right.

Fawn Granger is missing.

- What?

- Fawn, (knocking) who went with Audrey for the abortion.

(door thudding) Another murderer in your wife's opinion.

(footsteps shuffling) - Sir.

(folder shuffles) (door handle rattling) (George inhales deeply) (folder flapping) (door thudding) (photographs shuffling) (finger tapping) (somber instrumental music) (photographs thudding) (somber instrumental music) - Bloody hell.

(somber instrumental music) (photographs shuffling) (photographs thudding) - From your wife's camera.

(somber instrumental music) (Joe inhales deeply) (somber instrumental music) (Joe grunts) (somber instrumental music) - Margaret came home at midnight on Saturday night.

She seemed distressed.

She locked herself in her bedroom.

I didn't see her till morning.

God help us.

(somber instrumental music) This is all my fault.

(somber instrumental music) - (inhales sharply) I'm going to talk to your wife again.

(smoke swooshing) Now, I suggest that you go home and pack her a bag.

Because she's going to need it.

(somber instrumental music) (Joe shuffling) (chair scraping) And when you come back, then you can spend some time with her, but not alone.

(somber instrumental music) - How can I face her after what I've done to her?

(somber instrumental music) Tell Margaret I'm sorry.

(somber instrumental music) (photographs scraping) (door handle rattling) (door cracking) - Where is Fawn, Mrs.

Bishop?

Mrs.

Bishop?!

(John sighs) What are you doing?

- I'm praying for her soul.

(John sighs) And for mine.

(John's hands tapping) - Stand up, please, Mrs.

Bishop.

Come on.

(plastic rustling) This point exactly matches the wound to Audrey Chadwick's head.

Your husband has told us that you came home after midnight on Saturday in a distressed state and locked yourself away for the rest of the night.

Now, do you have anything to tell me, Mrs.

Bishop?

(suspenseful instrumental music) (John sighs) (suspenseful instrumental music) I murdered Audrey Chadwick.

(suspenseful instrumental music) May God forgive me.

(suspenseful instrumental music) - Margaret Bishop, I'm charging you with the murder of Audrey Chadwick.

You do not have to say anything, but anything you do say will be taken down and may be used in evidence against you.

(somber instrumental music) Do you have anything to say?

(somber instrumental music) - I'd like to speak to Joe.

- Your husband's gone home.

(somber instrumental music) Tell him, I forgive him for what he's done to me.

Tell him I understand and tell him I love him.

(somber instrumental music) (Margaret cries) (somber instrumental music) (eraser scraping) - Any news on Fawn?

- Ah, no, Sarge.

But three regulars at the Robin Hood pub remember seeing Ronnie Chadwick on Saturday night.

- Doesn't matter any more.

But keep him and his wife here for the time being.

I've got some news for them.

(telephone ringing) - Nice, anything else?

(uplifting instrumental music) - [George] How did she get the body to the church on her own?

- [John] I don't know.

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

This religion thing is mental, isn't it?

- My wife was a devout Catholic, Sergeant.

- Sorry, sorry, I meant Margaret Bishop, it's, it's mental that she's taken photographs of everybody and everything.

Do you know, I think she wanted to get caught.

(photographs thudding) It's all that weird Catholic guilt stuff.

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

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

- Excellent.

(keys jingling) - Thank you, Taylor.

(telephone ringing) - [Police Officer] Hello?

(photograph shuffles) - [George] There's always the husband.

He could have helped her.

(suspenseful music) - One, two.

- Do you think she killed Fawn as well, sir?

(photographs shuffling) Sir, do you think she killed Fawn as well?

(suspenseful instrumental music) Sir!

(suspenseful music) Don't think you care about Fawn, do you, sir?

- Slow down.

Shut up a minute.

Have a look.

Have another look at those.

(photographs thudding) (suspenseful music) (chair rattling) (chair scraping) (suspenseful instrumental music) (footsteps scuffling) (photographs scraping) (photographs scuffling) - Who am I looking for?

- Who isn't there?

- What?

(suspenseful instrumental music) - Keep looking.

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

(John sighs) - Look at that.

- Not your best angle.

(photographs shuffling) (suspenseful music) - Okay.

Who isn't there?

- Patrick and Helen Donovan.

(suspenseful instrumental music) What's that tell you?

- Don't know.

- [George] That there must be a back entrance.

- [John] But we checked around the back of the club, sir.

There's no other way into that building.

(suspenseful instrumental music) - [Helen] This is getting boring.

- There's another entrance, isn't there?

- How very clever of you.

Yes, for Patrick and me, at the back through the adjoining building.

(papers shuffling) (suspenseful music) - Did Joe Bishop use the other entrance?

- Yes.

Why?

- She never knew he came here.

(suspenseful instrumental music) Who else didn't show up in the photographs?

Joe Bishop, Margaret Bishop never knew he came here, 'cause he used the private entrance.

- Well, what difference does it make?

He confessed about the affair.

- Well, he said he did.

Remember what she said?

"Tell him I still love him.

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

- Yeah, about the affair and the abortion.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

Who sank Margaret Bishop's alibi?

Who had access to her camera?

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

- Joe did.

- Yeah.

(sniffs) And who did she tell her story to?

- Fawn.

- I let him go.

(suspenseful music) (footsteps scuffling) Mrs.

Donovan, I think Fawn's life is in danger.

If you know where she is, you must tell me.

(suspenseful instrumental music) - I don't know.

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

(glass clattering) - Do you know anything about a chalet?

- Mm?

- Audrey and Joe used a chalet, do you know where it is?

(suspenseful instrumental music) - Cullercoats.

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

You'll be leaving this small island quite soon.

Arm yourself.

Follow me there.

And bring Margaret Bishop.

We may need her to talk to him.

(suspenseful music) (footsteps clacking) (suspenseful instrumental music) (car door thudding) (car engine whining) (car engine whirring) (car door thudding) (car engine screeching) (tires screeching) (car engine whirring) (suspenseful instrumental music) (shop door bell dinging) (suspenseful music) (footsteps clacking) (suspenseful instrumental music) (door thudding) (dramatic instrumental music) (car engine whirring) (dramatic instrumental music) (footsteps clacking) (dramatic instrumental music) (dramatic instrumental music) - Come on.

(car door popping) - Get in.

(dramatic instrumental music) (footsteps scuffling) Follow us!

- Let's go.

(dramatic instrumental music) (car door popping) - Let's get in.

(dramatic instrumental music) (car engine whirring) (police officer indistinct) (car engine whirring) - If you've got any prayers left, now would be a good time.

(car engine whirring) (dramatic instrumental music) (car engine whirring) (footsteps clacking) (key rattling) (metal clinking) (gate hinges squeaking) (seagulls screeching) (door handle rattling) (door hinges squeaking) (door thudding) (footsteps clacking) (bag thudding) (object rattles) (material shuffles) (brown paper back rustling) (bottle thudding) (suspenseful music) (object crashing) (suspenseful music) (car engine whirring) (tires squealing) (car engine whirring) - Ah!

(car engines whirring) - I'm not a wicked man.

I'm just a fool.

You know I did that shameful thing to her.

She despised me after that, didn't she?

- It was you that raped her?

I thought she meant it was Patrick.

- She never told you it was me?

- (inhales sharply) No.

(Fawn gasps) (seagull screeching) You killed Audrey, didn't you?

- Oh, come on, Fawn.

You knew that.

You know she came to see me on Saturday night.

She told me so.

- What?

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

- She told me she was going home to pack.

(Joe sniffs) - I needn't have come here.

(suspenseful instrumental music) I didn't need to come here.

(suspenseful music) (car engine whirring) (car horn beeps) (car door popping) (suspenseful music) (seagull screeching) (car door thudding) (suspenseful music) (car engine whirring) - It's right here.

Right, right!

(gravel crunching) (tires squealing) (car engine whirring) - That's Joe's car.

(suspenseful instrumental music) - I would never tell.

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

(Fawn panting) - Margaret's already been charged with Blaise's murder.

- How could you do that to her?

- She's been a martyr doing justice for years now.

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

Everybody wanted to believe it was her.

I just helped them.

(suspenseful music) - Well, well, then it was just a rape.

I won't tell.

You can trust me.

(panting) I promise.

Look, I promise, I swear to God.

(gravel crunching) (car door popping) (seagulls screeching) - Now, you stay in the car.

(seagulls screeching) (car door thudding) (gravel crunching) (suspenseful music) (gravel crunching) (footsteps clacking) Sir, (sniffs) he's definitely here, sir.

We've just seen his car.

(upbeat instrumental music) (handgun barrel rattling) (suspenseful music) - Which number?

- I don't know, sir.

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

(suspenseful instrumental music) (Fawn screaming) (handgun mechanism clicks) - John, don't shoot unless you have to.

(suspenseful instrumental music) Bishop!

There's armed police out here.

(Fawn screaming) (footsteps scuffling) - Fawn?

It's John Bacchus!

(Fawn cries) (Fawn screaming) (lamp rustling) (Fawn screaming) (dramatic instrumental music) - No!

He's not armed!

- Joe!

(dramatic instrumental music) (footsteps clacking) (dramatic instrumental music) (door hinges squeaking) (Fawn cries) - Oh, can you help me, please?

(uplifting instrumental music) (Fawn cries) (dramatic instrumental music) (seagull screeching) (dramatic instrumental music) (Joe panting) (dramatic instrumental music) (Joe grunts) (dramatic instrumental music) (water splashing) (footsteps clacking) (water splashing) (dramatic instrumental music) (water splashing) (Joe breathes loudly) - Joe!

(seagulls screeching) (water rushing) (water splashing) (Joe panting) (water splashing) (somber instrumental music) (water rushing) (water rushing) (seagull screeching) (somber instrumental music) (seagull screeching) - I told you about making love to Audrey in the chalet.

- Mm-hmm.

- That's not the way it was.

- Really?

(footsteps clacking) - I thought it was time she gave me some of what she'd put in the shop window.

(hand knocking) (door rattling) - What the hell do you want?

Why can't you take "no" for an answer?

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

I'm sick of all this teasing!

(Audrey whimpering) (Audrey screaming) - Ah, no!

(cries) Ah!

(material ripping) (Audrey gasps) - Why didn't she just tell the police about it?

- Money, enough for a new life in London?

(glass clinking) - [Helen] Nice knowing you, Blaise.

(suspenseful instrumental music) (envelope shuffling) (paper flapping) - So, I lose my job then?

- I'm afraid so.

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

Do we, Patrick?

- That's right, Helen.

We don't tolerate that.

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

I never expected to see her again.

- What happened on Saturday night, Joe?

- She came to tell me she was leaving for London.

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

I was glad to see her.

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

- You, Mr.

Bishop, are a pathetic flake.

I pity you.

You won't ruin my life.

(dramatic instrumental music) I'll rise far above and beyond you, and one day I'll look down on you and I'll laugh.

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

(dramatic instrumental music) - I really love you.

- Oh, don't try anything stupid, Joe.

People know I'm here.

Fawn knows I'm here.

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

(hand smacking) (dramatic instrumental music) (body thudding) Once I'd hit her, - Oh.

- I knew I had to kill her.

(skull cracking) (dramatic instrumental music) (somber instrumental music) - [Fawn] Do the Donovans get off scot free?

(telephone ringing) - [George] No.

Rakes is closing down and the Donovans have been deported.

(footsteps scuffling) (chair creaking) (speaker indistinct) - Well, (telephone ringing) see you.

(footsteps clacking) (door handle rattling) - Go on.

Talk to her.

I want you back in five minutes.

(calm instrumental music) (traffic humming) - Fawn?

(footsteps clacking) - I should've said thank you for saving my life.

- It's all part of the job.

(calm instrumental music) So, what are your plans then?

- (sighs) The same as always.

except they won't involve going back to work, seen as you got it shut down.

- Sorry.

(calm instrumental music) (Fawn chuckles) (traffic humming) - I wouldn't have gone back there anyway.

(traffic humming) - What are your plans?

- Why do you wanna know, Sergeant?

- You know why I want to know, Fawn.

(traffic humming) - I'm gonna do what Audrey would've wanted me to do.

(traffic humming) Follow the dream.

- What's the dream?

- A man that I can rely on and four kids.

(calm instrumental music) (traffic humming) (car engine whirring) - I want what your wife probably thought she was getting, John.

(calm instrumental music) (traffic humming) - I hope you find it.

(Fawn chuckles) (traffic humming) - I will.

(calm instrumental music) (traffic humming) (hands clapping) (calm instrumental music) (Fawn chuckles) (footsteps clacking) (crowd cheering) - Yeah-he-hey!

- Ladies and gentlemen, - Dad!

- in the red corner, representing the senior ranks, Chief Inspector George - You're nothing.

Go Get Him Gently!

- Look at our man!

(crowd applauding) - Boo!

(crowd applauding) - Let's go.

- And in the blue corner, The Lindisfarne Lip himself Sergeant John Back Him While You Can Bacchus.

(crowd cheering) - What's my name?

I'm so pretty, you tell that ugly bear my name!

- Yeah, grand.

- He's the greatest.

- Go on slob.

(crowd cheering) - Come on!

(crowd applauding) - Boo!

(crowd applauding) - Wow, yeah.

- Oh, look at that - Right.

I want a fair contest.

No spitting, no gouging.

- Gouging?

- No rub- - We're only messing about, man.

(crowd cheering) Mind the nose, George.

Still a bit sore.

- Is it?

- Come on, then, let's go.

Grimy night.

- Got, money, yeah.

(crowd chattering) - Come on!

- Seconds out.

Round One!

(intense instrumental music) (bell dinging) (crowd cheering) (crowd applauding) - I'm The Greatest!

I'm The Greatest!

(crowd cheering) (crowd applauding) What's my name?

Ooh, ooh!

What's my name?

(boxing glove thudding) (intense instrumental music) (body thudding) (head thudding) (crowd cheering) (crowd applauding) - One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, (footsteps clacking) eight, nine, 10.

He's down.

(footsteps scuffling) (rattling) (material shuffling) - Mm.

(footsteps scuffling) Mm-mm, mm.

(rope pulling) (object clinking) Mm-mm-mm.

Mm.

(mechanism thudding) (rope stretching) (upbeat instrumental music) (upbeat instrumental music continues) (upbeat instrumental music continues) (upbeat instrumental music fades out) (no audio)