(no audio) (upbeat 60s rock music) - [All] We want in!

We want in ♪ Don't you walk away ♪ - [All] We want in!

♪ Don't you walk away now ♪ - [All] We want in!

♪ Don't walk away, don't you walk away ♪ ♪ We can always find the answer ♪ ♪ I know we have so much to share, so much to share ♪ ♪ So we can keep going on ♪ ♪ I always thought that we should be together ♪ ♪ For an eternity ♪ - You'd think it was the Beatles playing.

- As long as they keep buying tickets.

Let's get these doors open before we have a riot, yeah?

You ready?

- [Crowd] We want in!

We want in!

♪ Don't break my heart ♪ ♪ I really love you ♪ (crowd shouting) - Right, no pushing!

No pushing!

You're all gonna get in, all right?

No beer!

Hey, no beer!

Anyone caught with beer, you'll be out on your rear!

Get that for later, yeah?

♪ Don't walk away ♪ (crowd chatting) - Evening, girls.

To the side.

All right, Dolores.

- All right, Gary.

- I'll turn a blind eye this time, since it's you, eh?

Hope you two girls are gonna enjoy yourselves tonight, and, uh, be careful, eh?

Go on.

Oh and, uh, save the last dance, girls.

Yeah?

(upbeat 60s rock music) ♪ True love, is what I feel for you ♪ ♪ True love ♪ ♪ I need you so bad ♪ ♪ True love ♪ ♪ Come on now, baby ♪ ♪ Now that I've found my true love ♪ ♪ True love, all of the time ♪ ♪ True love, you send me out of my mind ♪ ♪ True love, it feels so real ♪ ♪ Come on now, darling ♪ ♪ Feel it in my soul ♪ ♪ I need you so bad ♪ ♪ Oh ♪ ♪ I used to see her in the neighborhood ♪ ♪ I always thought she looked so good ♪ ♪ I said baby, won't you come out with me ♪ ♪ She said I'll tell you when I'll be free ♪ ♪ Eventually I took her out one night ♪ ♪ We danced 'til dawn ♪ ♪ It was out of sight ♪ ♪ I said that girl, this can't be true ♪ ♪ I can never be without you ♪ ♪ Without you ♪ ♪ But I have wanted to walk away ♪ (door opening) ♪ I just can't do it ♪ ♪ Even though I have tried ♪ ♪ Won't you come back to me ♪ ♪ Come back to me ♪ ♪ Give me all your loving ♪ ♪ And you'll set me free ♪ ♪ Won't you come back to me ♪ ♪ Come back to me ♪ ♪ Give me all your loving ♪ ♪ And you'll set me free ♪ (dark tense music) ♪ Oh, set me free ♪ ♪ Set me free ♪ ♪ Back to you ♪ ♪ Oh yeah, set me free ♪ ♪ Come to me ♪ ♪ Set me free ♪ (rock music fading) (dark music intensifies) (gulls calling) - Who found the body?

- A man from the local estate.

Down there.

Working girl.

- Why?

- This place is famous for it.

- Blow to the side of the head.

Ah.

It wasn't robbery.

- Huh?

- [George] Have you got an evidence bag?

- Tom, Tom.

Evidence bag.

- [George] 20 quid.

- [John] Why did he kill her then?

- [George] Who?

- The trick.

You know, the punter.

Too drunk to finish the business.

She laughed at him, maybe, and he got angry.

- So why didn't he take his money back?

Can't be many colored girls in this area.

She shouldn't be too hard to identify.

- I'll ask around.

There's plenty of men that'd pay extra for a bit of exotic.

- I want her name on my desk by nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

- Right-o.

Enjoy your Sunday.

Dolores Kenny.

35 Gale Street, Whitley Bay.

Thank you very much.

My guess is she picked up a client in town, and then drove out to Byker to, you know.

Fractured skull, possible internal bleeding, looks like she was hit with a blunt object.

Traces of carbolic soap found on her neck.

- And?

- No sign of recent sexual activity.

- Some prostitute.

- No, no, no.

No, it just means that they hadn't got that far, that's all.

(tense music) (engine stops) (gulls calling) (dog barking) He's a bus conductor, sir.

Uh, originally from Trinidad and Tobago.

- Is your father home?

Thank you.

- [John] The wife?

- RAF.

- Huh.

(tense music continues) - Ambrose Kenny?

I'm Chief Inspector Gently.

This is Detective Sergeant Bacchus.

- You have a daughter named Dorothy, yes?

- Dolores.

- I'm, uh- - Afraid we've got some bad news.

She was found dead yesterday on some waste ground in Byker.

(clock ticking) - What-what happened?

- We think she was killed by a blow to the head.

I would like to say how very sorry we are.

- He didn't even know she name.

- Aye, sorry.

- Is there anything that you can tell us that might help explain the circumstances of Dolores' death?

- She take she own life?

- No.

There's no suggestion of that.

- Then let me call this thing by its name, no?

Murder.

- Can you think of anybody who would have wanted to harm her?

(Joseph scoffs) - Sorry, can I ask why you're laughing?

- Perhaps it was one of the men who spat at her on the bus last week and told her to get back to the jungle.

Or maybe it's the woman who wouldn't let her touch her washing in the launderette.

Or the kids- - Joseph!

Enough.

- Someone specific.

- [Ambrose] No.

- Did she have a boyfriend?

- She was a good girl.

- That's not what the sergeant asked.

- No.

- Where was she on Saturday night, all dressed up?

- She was going dancing with a friend.

- Is that what she told you?

- Aye.

'Cause that's what she did.

- What's the name of her friend?

- Carol.

Carol Morford.

They was work at the launderette together.

Them was like sisters.

- Can we see Dolores' room?

- I didn't know that there were coloreds in the RAF during the war.

What was he, do you reckon?

Ground crew, maybe?

- He was a pilot.

Wellington bomber.

90 missions over Germany.

Anything else you'd like to know?

- A little more about your sister and her friend Carol.

Where did they go dancing together?

- They went to the Carlton.

- The Carlton?

Ballroom dancing?

- For the all-nighters.

- The what?

- Northern Soul.

- Come again?

- Is this Carol?

(soft tense music) - Dolores had a lot of money on her.

20 quid.

Do you have any idea where that might have come from?

- She'd been saving her wages to buy records.

They trade singles at the club.

- You admired Dr.

King, I imagine?

- Aye.

We all did.

- Yeah, me too.

- The policeman who approves of civil disobedience?

- A policeman who approves of nonviolence.

We'll be in touch soon as we have any information.

(birds chirping) (kids playing) Try and get the name right next time.

- There was more money in her drawer.

Huh?

You don't get that working in a launderette selling records in a dance hall.

Yeah.

- These all-night Northern Soul type things, sir.

They're not organized by the ballroom.

They just hire it out.

- Who to?

- A bloke called Gary Watts.

- All right, let's have a word with this Mr.

Watts, and then Dolores' friend, Carol.

- I want to find out where Dolores was getting all this money from.

- Okay.

- Maybe some of their tricks.

- Where do I find this bloke, Watts?

- This is his head office, sir.

- Very good.

(gulls calling) - There you go, love.

- Thanks very much.

It looks lovely.

- [Gary] Should keep the old man's strength up, eh?

- (laughing) Thank you.

- All right.

- Bye!

- Ta-ra.

- Gary Watts?

I'd like to ask you a few questions about a regular at your soul nights.

Dolores Kenny?

She was found dead yesterday.

- Shame.

- She might have been at the Carlton on Saturday.

Did you see her?

- I've seen her about.

Hard to miss, really.

- Tell me about Northern Soul.

- Well, we give them a kind of soul music they don't play anywhere else.

They come from all over the place.

London, Scotland.

They're obsessed by it.

Don't know why, like.

It's all like jigaboo to me.

But there you go, they love it, and it makes me some money.

- What about Carol Morford?

- She might have been there.

I don't know.

(tense music) - Her father told me that you and Dolores Kenny were close like sisters.

- Ambrose looked out for us.

Me dad went back to Ireland, and me mum, well she-she only had time for church, so I spent a lot of time at their house.

- Can you tell me what you remember about that Saturday night?

- Just a normal night.

- Which was?

- Dancing.

- Drinking?

- No.

No alcohol allowed.

- She had quite a lot of money on her.

Any idea where that came from?

- I didn't realize Dolores was the criminal here.

I thought she was the victim.

- Well, did she have a boyfriend?

Was she seeing anybody?

If I'm gonna find out what happened to her, I need to know what kind of person she was.

- She was beautiful.

Inside and out.

(cars whooshing) (engine rumbles) - [George] Nothing from the door to door, gov.

- What about the working girls?

- Ah, well.

The ones that are still awake at this time, they've never heard of Dolores Kenny.

- Mm.

See, I think Dolores Kenny met her killer at this Northern, what is it?

- Northern Soul.

- Soul.

They dance all night, they're not allowed booze, so how do they keep going?

- Pills.

- Exactly.

- Watts.

- What?

- Gary Watts, the fishmonger fella.

- What about him?

- What's the name of the bloke that we've been trying to put away for years?

Oh you know, the protection and money laundering, and that.

- You mean Bernie Watts?

- Bernie Watts.

How old's Gary.

- 30 something.

- Could be his son.

- Yeah, okay.

- He's been selling pills to his audience, right?

Maybe Dolores Kenny was working for him, and that's how she got the money.

Hey?

- She's colored, so she must be on the game.

She's got money, so she's selling drugs?

(dog barking outside) (envelope rustling) (Joseph sighs) (clock tolling) (pages rustle) (newspaper thuds) - Thought it might flush somebody out.

Trick, maybe.

- Joseph Kenny here to see you, sir.

- Before you say anything- - This arrived addressed to me dad.

Delivered by hand.

(tense music) "Dear Mr.

Kenny.

I'm so happy your wog daughter is dead.

Now go back to where you came from."

- Pay no attention to it.

Joseph, somebody saw an opportunity to hurt you and your dad.

Please, don't let them.

- Yeah.

Why should any of us trust any of you?

- Sometimes I wonder.

Written on an Underwood.

- On headed stationary?

Granthorn Social Club.

Whoever wrote it isn't exactly the brightest, is he?

Huh?

You think it's the killer?

"Come to this address and arrest us."

No, come on, gov.

Gov, it's a waste of time.

- We should let them know how we feel about having our time wasted.

- Do you recognize this stationary?

- Aye, son.

It's the club's letterhead.

- And who would have access to that?

- Only me.

But that's no good, it's out of date.

The committee's changed the lettering.

Look, I'll show you.

- What'd you do with the old stationary?

- Well, I didn't like to see not wasted.

But I think I left it at me old digs.

(soft tense music) (gulls calling) (footsteps clomping) (knocking on door) - Yes, we had Alfred here for six months.

Wasn't ideal, but I felt sorry for the old gent.

I made sure he had most of his meals in his room.

- Who's up there now?

- Mr.

Tate, 'til next week.

I take in theatricals, and they do tend to come and go.

Yes, we've had all the greats staying here over the years.

We've had Dickie Henderson, Jimmy Clitheroe, Frank Ifield.

I do wish he'd stop that yodeling though, don't you?

- Is that you?

Were you in the business?

- 10 seasons at the Tivoli Theater of Varieties.

- When did Mr.

Tate move in?

- Sunday.

He's a regular, a vent.

Ventriloquist.

- Who else is here this weekend?

- Um, two Dundonians.

Contortionists.

Incredible what they can achieve on a diet of black pudding and neat vodka.

(birds screeching) - Alfred said he left some belongings.

- Oh, such as?

- Stationary.

We're trying to trace a letter.

- No, I can't say I recall anything like that.

- Beautiful birds.

How many you got?

- Eight English budgies, three American.

Pair of lovebirds, a parakeet, and a cockatiel.

- Parakeet and a cockatiel in the same cage?

- Birds don't crossbreed.

Not like people.

They're only attracted to their own species.

- I thought the human race was one species.

- Sorry I couldn't have been more help.

- [George] No, not at all.

Thanks for your time.

- [John] That your typewriter?

- Yes.

My father bought it for me years ago.

Just gathering dust now.

- That's an Underwood, isn't it?

- Yes.

(tense music) - [George] Do you know any Kennys?

- Can't say I do, no.

- Why did you do it, Matilda?

- Do what?

- Write that letter.

- I didn't write any letter.

- You've got a sign in the window saying "No blacks".

You telling me you haven't noticed a colored family two streets away?

- On top of which, you've got the same make of typewriter the letter was written on, and the same paper used on your notice board.

- My only crime is to want things back the way they were, before all this immigration, when you knew who your neighbor was.

Nowadays, look at us.

Just like a nation of strangers.

- When the Race Relations Bill passes, that sign there will be illegal, so let me do you a favor.

(George crumples sign) If I find that you've been turning away colored people, I'll close you down.

Do we understand each other?

(gulls calling) - Ambrose Kenny.

- What about him?

- Why not him?

- Your thinking behind that?

- They found out she was on drugs, and they gave her a good old slap, no?

And he got carried away.

- Dolores was found miles away from home.

Ambrose hasn't got a car.

But she was only a mile away from the Carlton dance hall.

That's where we need to be.

Or to be more specific, that's where you need to be.

(engine revving) (upbeat pop music playing) (Tom laughing) (door opening) (Tom laughing) - Oh.

Priceless, isn't it?

(Tom laughing) (George chuckles) - Haven't you got a job to go to?

- Yes, sir.

- Oi!

Oi!

Hey, are you laughing at me?

Is he laughing at me?

- No.

- I want double time for this.

- Oh, you'll need these.

- What, you got to take your own records?

- Oh, well they buy and sell them, remember?

Help make you look a bit more believable, or slightly less unbelievable.

(chuckles) (John sighs) Don't be a wallflower.

- [All] We want in!

We want in!

We want in!

We want in!

We want in!

We want in!

(upbeat soul music) (crowd cheering) ♪ Gotta face it, not gonna make it ♪ ♪ Without your love, I got nowhere to go ♪ ♪ Don't you see what you're doing to me ♪ ♪ I'm in love, and I can't break free ♪ ♪ Now I'm begging with you, baby ♪ ♪ Please don't leave me hanging ♪ ♪ Oh, oh, no, no ♪ ♪ It's a lockdown ♪ ♪ Baby, you drive me crazy ♪ ♪ Ain't no escaping ♪ ♪ Your love has got me doing time ♪ ♪ You're my attorney ♪ ♪ My judge and jury ♪ ♪ I'm pleading guilty ♪ ♪ So lock me up and throw away the key ♪ ♪ Oh babe ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ I said lock me up and throw away the key ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ Hey ♪ ♪ Lock me up and throw away the key ♪ (dancers whooping) ♪ You can't restrain me ♪ ♪ You can search me ♪ ♪ I'll give it all up just to be with you ♪ ♪ I'm so happy ♪ ♪ Now you've got me ♪ ♪ I surrender all my loving to you ♪ ♪ Don't you see what you're doing to me ♪ ♪ I'm in love, and I can't break free ♪ ♪ Now I'm begging with you, baby ♪ ♪ Please don't leave me hanging ♪ ♪ Oh no, no ♪ ♪ It's a lockdown, baby ♪ ♪ You drive me crazy ♪ ♪ Ain't no escaping ♪ ♪ Your love has got me doing time ♪ ♪ You're my attorney ♪ ♪ My judge and jury ♪ ♪ I'll be the guilty ♪ ♪ So lock me up and throw away the key ♪ ♪ Oh, ooh ♪ ♪ Oh yeah ♪ ♪ I said lock me up and throw away the key ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ Lock me up and throw away the key ♪ ♪ Ooh, baby ♪ ♪ Oh, oh ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh baby ♪ ♪ It's a lockdown, baby ♪ ♪ You drive me crazy ♪ ♪ Ain't no escaping ♪ ♪ Your love has got me doing time ♪ ♪ You're my attorney ♪ ♪ My judge and jury ♪ ♪ I'll be the guilty ♪ ♪ So lock me up ♪ - Pathologist's full report, sir.

- Thank you.

(George sighs) (watch ticking) (upbeat soul music playing) - What have you got, pet?

- Orangeade or orangeade.

- Orangeade then, please.

Thank you.

(people chatting) All right?

Do you want to deal, mate?

- Huh?

- You want to deal?

- No.

- Okay.

♪ But I've got something to tell you ♪ ♪ There's things I never wanna say to you ♪ ♪ There are hands, and what gives ♪ ♪ But you will need me ♪ ♪ Now I'm getting myself together ♪ - Hello, pet.

Wanna buy a single?

- Nah, you're all right, thanks.

- I'd ask you to dance, but I've twisted me ankle.

- You're in luck.

I'm not in the mood.

- Aye, why's that?

- Just.

- Here you are, look.

"Born a Loser".

It's my theme tune, that.

Go on, make an offer.

- 10 bob.

- Sold.

- I'm just kidding.

You get 15 quid for that.

- Really?

Yeah, no.

It's, uh, worth it to get to talk to you.

My name's Jim.

- Carol.

I've not seen you here before.

- Oh, I've just moved back up from Leeds.

- You like Don Ray, then?

- Yeah.

I prefer Frank Wilson.

- "Do I Love You?"

- "Indeed I Do".

(chuckles) - It's my friend's favorite.

- [John] Is it?

♪ Because now I've got the answer ♪ ♪ I wanna see you in Tokyo ♪ ♪ Right here ♪ - Well, it was nice to meet you, Jim.

- Right.

- [Carol] Charlie.

I need to speak to you.

♪ Right here, right now ♪ Charlie!

♪ Right here, right now ♪ ♪ We can start it over ♪ - There is something I need to tell you, Mr.

Kenny.

- Ambrose, please.

- Ambrose.

Your daughter was three months pregnant when she died.

You didn't know.

Any idea who the father might be?

(Ambrose exhales) - You didn't know this?

- So she did have a relationship, despite what you said last time.

- What are you reading this for?

Put it away, you will learn nothing but hate from these men.

They will make things worse, not better for us.

We have to change the way our people see us.

- Is that why you're drinking yourself to sleep every night?

Hmm?

Do you think you'll wake up white?

- You see these Black Panthers, they have all the questions, and none of the answers.

- They're trying to build a black nation for black people.

- As Dr.

King said- - Dr.

King is dead!

We need to become the martyrs of our own destiny!

- Look, some may not like it, but we are a part of this country.

- No, we're not.

And if we don't help ourselves, who will?

Him?

- This man is a guest in our house.

- A guest is someone you invite.

- Enough!

- They're gonna let the man who killed your daughter walk away, and you're just gonna stand there and do nothing.

You never fought for anything in your life, did you?

You even let your own wife walk away without a fight.

(upbeat soul music playing) - Oi.

Don't take the mickey, bonny lad, 'cause I'll cave your face in.

(coins clinking) (door creaking) What you looking at?

- Oh, nothing, just ... I wouldn't mind a few of them myself, actually.

- A few of what?

- Oh, you know.

The, um.

No bother.

- You just enjoy the music.

- All right.

No offense.

(crowd cheering) ♪ I'm making plans to get you back ♪ ♪ Still wondering what to say, what to say ♪ ♪ It seems so long ♪ - All right?

- All right?

- You mind if I have a look?

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

Oh, you got some good ones here.

- One of them cost 15 quid.

- 15 quid?

Which one's that?

- The Contours.

"Just A Little Misunderstanding".

It's on the original label.

- I'd have that on a chain round me neck if I were you.

(Charlie chuckles) It's a bit of a funny atmosphere tonight, don't you think?

- Suppose.

- There was that girl that was found dead last Saturday.

About a mile away.

(dark tense music) - Hey.

Leave them.

- Hey.

Your wages.

10 bob.

Well, a darkie'll do it for half price.

- No, I said leave them!

- Charlie.

It's just monkey music, yeah?

Relax, eh?

- I don't want your pills!

What have I told you?

(thugs laughing) (Charlie yelps) - Hey, leave him.

- Get off, man!

- Hey, all right.

All right.

Don't want any trouble, all right?

Just leave him alone.

- You a friend of his?

- Nah.

(skulls crushing) (John grunting) (Charlie yelling) - Come here.

She's gone, little brother.

Gone.

(Charlie panting) Life goes on.

(Charlie grunting) (Charlie grunts) (John groans) (John groaning) - Thanks.

You shouldn't have got involved.

- Ah, no bother.

What was it all about?

- They work for me dad.

He's happy to see Gary cash in on Philly Soul.

You're just not supposed to enjoy it.

Charlie Watts.

- Ah, Jim.

Jim Thomas.

Is Gary your brother?

- Yeah.

- Hey, who was the, uh, lass in the green dress?

- Carol?

- Aye, Carol.

- Do you fancy her?

- I don't know.

Not if she's yours, I don't.

You all right?

- Yeah.

Yeah, it's nothing.

- So how do you know Carol, then?

- I was going out with her best mate.

Dolores.

My dad didn't like it.

If he calmed down a bit, he'd be a Nazi.

- Oh, I see.

- My brother's the same.

- Can I ask, was Dolores the girl that, you know?

- Why do you keep asking about her?

- Oh, no reason.

I was just, sorry.

I could do with a drink, I think.

Orangeade.

Do you want one?

- No, I'll just stay here.

- [John] All right.

(phone ringing) - Hello?

- Gary Watts is dealing.

I've just met him.

Aye, he's a lovely fella.

Hey, guess what?

You'll like this.

It's a family affair.

Dolores had a boyfriend.

Gary's brother, Charlie.

- She was seeing Bernie Watts' son?

- [John] Aye.

- [George] Well done, John.

(Carol chuckles) - Hey, you're not away are you, pet?

I was hoping for a, for a dance.

- I thought you twisted your ankle.

- Maybe a slow one, then.

- No, sorry.

You've caught us on a bad night.

- That's what they all say.

I was hoping I might have impressed you, the way I smacked the side of my face into that bloke's forehead.

Wasn't expecting that, was he?

- No, he wasn't.

You had him up against the ropes, right enough.

- Aye, that's what I thought.

(Carol giggles) He was terrified, he was.

- No, I-I better go.

- Ah, go on.

Just the one.

I promise I won't try any funny business.

- No well, then I'm definitely off.

- Hey, think of me as one of those blokes back from the trenches.

You know.

It's your duty.

♪ All my love, these feelings of emotion ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ All my love, I give you my devotion ♪ ♪ All my love, I can't be without you ♪ ♪ They say patience is a virtue ♪ ♪ Always said I would never desert you ♪ ♪ You said you wanted to see me ♪ ♪ But I'm still waiting for you to ring me ♪ - You all right?

Looks like you've been crying.

- I'm just upset about me friend Dolores.

- Ah.

Is that the girl that was found the other night?

- Aye.

- I'm sorry.

Was she a good friend?

- The best.

- Can I ask, do you not feel scared about coming back after what happened?

- Why would I be?

Nobody here would have harmed Dolores.

They don't care about the color of your skin.

Most of their heroes are black.

No, it couldn't have been one of the regulars.

No way.

- Maybe it wasn't a regular.

- Like you, you mean?

I'm joking.

No.

Dolores wouldn't have wanted me to stop coming here.

This place meant the world to us.

♪ I can't be without you ♪ - You are a much better dancer than I thought you'd be, for a cripple.

(Carol giggles) - Do you wanna go somewhere quiet?

- All right.

♪ Found a love for us to share ♪ (upbeat rock music) - [Carol] This place made Dolores forget about her boring job, her dad, about everything.

- Her dad?

- Aye, he didn't like her seeing lads.

We had this mad dream about going to America, to the clubs in Philadelphia and Detroit.

She thought she'd meet some big record producer.

She could sing, you see.

She could sing like Aretha.

- What about you?

Can you sing?

- Not like Dolores.

No, I was gonna be her manager.

We'd nearly saved up enough.

- Did her dad know about that?

- Oh, no.

He'd have gone nuts.

(John clears throat) - So what do you think happened to her?

- I wish I knew.

- Have the coppers seen you?

- She's just another wog to the cops.

You should hear some of the names they call us.

(engine rumbling) (people chatting and laughing) (birds chirping) - Which way you going?

- Oh, this way.

- I'll give you a lift, if you like.

- Oh no, it's all right.

I'm going for a swim.

- All right.

- A quick dip and a cup of coffee, and I'm ready to face the world.

- All right.

See you later.

- See you.

- Yeah.

- See you.

Want to keep us company?

- I don't usually carry my trunks with us.

- You can hire them at the baths.

- Aye, all right.

(dark tense music) (crows cawing) (dogs barking) (dark tense music continues) - Selling scrap, mate?

- [George] Bernie Watts around?

- I never met the lass.

I cannot say I'm glad she's dead, but I am glad Charlie isn't gonna end up with her.

I told him it's all right for a bit of fun, but you don't wanna be bringing one home.

- Did he listen to you?

- Well, they finished a while back, so yeah, I think he did.

He's a good boy, really.

- She was pregnant.

- You think my lad had something to do with that?

You know what they're like.

She was probably putting it about all over.

We need to stop this Race Relations Bill and end immigration.

Half the world thinks they're British.

- Where were you Saturday night?

- Oh, you think I killed her?

I'm a businessman.

My personal feelings come second to my desire to make money.

- A desire shared by your other son, Gary.

The one who sells drugs to the dancers.

- Now you might as well be talking Swahili, Inspector.

- Where were you Saturday night?

- I was here.

- Anybody with you?

- Tell the Inspector where you were last Saturday.

- Having a few pints with you, Bernie.

(John exhales) (soft soul music) (Carol giggles) (both chuckle) - Not too sure about these trunks.

I don't know where they've been.

- Jump in, the water's lovely.

- It's like the North Pole in there.

- Don't be such a big jessie!

- All right.

(Carol giggles) Oh, it's freezing!

(Carol laughs) ♪ Living in between the lines ♪ (Carol squeals) ♪ I'm seeing all the signs ♪ (water splashing) ♪ I know you feel the same ♪ ♪ Is it now or never ♪ ♪ 'Cause the more I let it slip away ♪ - Me and Dolores used to come here every morning after an all-nighter.

- With Charlie?

- Aye.

- And Gary?

- No.

Well, yeah, sometimes.

But he'd just sit and watch.

He always gave me the creeps.

Charlie said we'd never get the smell of fish out of the water if he did come in.

He used to give him carbolic soap for his birthday.

(giggles) Oh, Gary sells fish.

- Ah, right.

- He's got sole, just the wrong kind.

(both chuckle) ♪ I'm surrounded, heart is gone ♪ ♪ I try to keep it strong ♪ (whistle blowing) - Oi!

- I'd better go.

- Well, I'll come with you.

- No, you're all right.

You finish your swim.

♪ So please don't try ♪ - Will I see you next week at the club?

- Maybe.

♪ Driven by distraction ♪ ♪ So these things are the games ♪ ♪ In deception ♪ - What time you call this?

- I've been for a dip with Carol.

Dolores' mate.

That's what they do, the go swimming after.

You know, they know how to have a good time down there.

I could really, really get into that Philly Soul.

It's amazing.

- Yeah well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.

What's the- - Ah, don't worry about that.

Don't worry about that.

It was just a bit of a scuffle.

- So you feel like telling me what else you found out?

- Yes, sorry.

Gary Watts uses carbolic soap to get rid of the smell of fish off his hands.

- Yeah?

- Mm.

- You sure?

- Aye, positive.

Yeah.

Is that how the soap got on her neck?

'Cause he had a thing for her.

- What, Gary got her pregnant?

Gary who thinks it's all jigaboo music?

- Well Carol says that he was always hanging around her, even though it was his brother, Charlie, who was going out with her.

- Yeah, well like you said, it's a family affair.

What else?

- Oh, uh.

Carol said that Dolores and her had enough money to get them both to America.

- Money coming from where, do you think?

- Don't know.

She didn't say.

- Well she doesn't go all the way on a first date, then.

- Hmm?

- Is she selling drugs for Gary?

- Oh no, not-not Carol.

- Not Carol?

- No, definitely not.

No.

Dolores, she was in the driving seat.

Oh, and it turns out that Bernie Watts wasn't the only person who didn't approve of Charlie and Dolores', you know.

Carol says- - Carol.

- That Ambrose wasn't too happy about her seeing any lads, so.

He lied to us.

- Point taken.

- Thank you.

- Get Gary and Charlie in.

Gary first.

(tense music) I know you've been dealing at the club.

I've got a witness.

Were you working for your dad?

- [Gary] No.

- I also pulled your file.

Seems you've got a bit of a nasty streak, Gary.

Two convictions for assault.

Dishonorably discharged from the army for attacking an officer.

Anything else I should know about?

Did you know that Dolores was pregnant?

You did have a thing for her, didn't you?

- I'm married.

Now why would I be shagging her?

- It's like your dad says, as long as you don't bring 'em home.

You use carbolic to get rid of the smell of the fish, don't you?

- Who's telling you all this rubbish, eh?

- Do you or don't you?

- So?

- Traces of the same soap were found on Dolores on her neck.

- Well maybe she used it, as well.

- No, girls usually prefer something scented.

- Well maybe she couldn't afford Yardley's.

- Were you seeing Dolores?

- No chance.

The name's Gary.

Not Charlie.

- What else were you doing for your father, apart from selling drugs?

Getting rid of unwanted girlfriends?

You'd better start telling me the truth about you and Dolores, or I'll do you for drug dealing right now.

- I might have touched her neck.

- You might have touched her neck?

- When she kissed me.

- When did this happen?

- Outside the club.

- You left with her?

- She was upset.

She'd had an argument or something with Charlie.

I went to see if she was all right.

We kissed goodnight, and I went back inside the club.

- How long were you gone?

- Five minutes.

- Oh, he's lying.

He fancied her.

He's got a face like a butcher's chopping block.

It's jealousy.

Good-looking Charlie got her instead, so he smashed her skull in, stuck her in the back of the van, went back to the club, dumped her later.

- And what happened to your theory about Ambrose?

- Sir.

- What?

- Charlie Watts is here.

- All right, get a search warrant for Gary's fish van, and speak to Carol again.

I need to know who was the father of Dolores' baby.

Surely she told her best friend, and if not, why not?

I need to know what's going on between the four of them.

- I'll sleep when I'm dead, shall I?

- How did you feel about being a dad, Charlie?

Not thrilled?

Is that what you and Dolores fought about the night she died?

You have a clear motive for killing her.

- What motive?

- Jealousy.

I've seen it send men to the gallows.

Gary kissed her the night she died.

But you knew that, didn't you?

Did she get bored with you and then move on to your big brother?

(dark tense music) (crowd chatting) (dark tense music continues) - He told me he was having her.

- Oh?

Is that what the row was about?

She left, Gary went after her to comfort her?

You saw them kissing.

You waited for Gary to leave.

Did you kill her, Charlie?

- No.

I didn't.

(people chatting) (cars whooshing) - Hello?

- What are you doing here?

- Looking for you.

- How'd you know I worked here?

- I asked around.

- You're keen.

- Truth is I couldn't wait 'til the next all-nighter.

I wanted to see you again.

Can I take you for lunch?

- Oh, I've already got me lunch.

- Well I can do better than a soggy cheese sandwich.

How about a soggy cheese sandwich and chips?

(both chuckling) - Were you aware that Dolores was saving up to leave for America?

- Well, I found this in she room.

She said she save it from she wages.

- Well, she might have got it selling drugs at the club.

Did she ever mention a Gary Watts?

- You think he killed her?

- That is the father of the child?

- We don't know.

But she did have another boyfriend.

Charlie Watts, his brother.

But surely you knew that, didn't you Ambrose?

- I don't know anything.

Come on, Ambrose.

You've go at daughter who seems to have two white boyfriends, brothers, whose father, Bernie Watts, is one of the worst racialist bigots in the country, plus, she might have been in with him selling drugs.

And you say you didn't know?

(upbeat rock music playing) (people chatting) - Ah.

Cheese and onion toastie.

Don't say I don't spoil you.

- Where's me chips?

- Yeah, they don't do chips.

Sorry about that.

Beer's got a head on it, though.

- Ooh, you really know how to sweep a girl off her feet, don't you?

- Well, if you play your cards right, I'll take you to the burger van in King Street next time.

- So you're not working today?

- No, no.

I've got a day off.

I'm in the building trade.

Only work when it's sunny.

That's why I moved back to the northeast.

I'm a lazy bugger.

- Right.

(John chuckles) - Mm.

Your toastie's getting cold.

- I'm not really hungry.

I've not had much of an appetite since Dolores was killed.

- Well.

Do they have any idea who did it yet?

- No, not that I've heard.

- Maybe she had another lad on the go.

An older man, something like that maybe.

You know, plenty of men won't admit it, but they like a bit of something different on the side.

- And what's that supposed to mean?

- Huh?

Nothing.

- What, and Dolores would just go along with that, would she?

Is that because black girls are just, they just like a good shag, and they're up for it?

They go like bunnies.

Is that what you mean?

- No, I didn't mean it like that.

I'm just thinking out loud, that's all.

- No, you weren't thinking.

That's the problem.

Nobody had a reason to kill her, nobody.

- No.

Sorry, I didn't-I didn't mean to upset you.

Honestly, I don't want you thinking I'm some narrow-minded idiot.

I really don't.

- Everybody's allowed to make one mistake.

Just the one, mind.

We're having a vigil for Dolores tomorrow at the Carlton.

Would you like to come?

- What was it like when you came here from Trinidad and Tobago?

- Why?

Why you want to know?

- I've got an inquiring mind.

Comes with the job.

- It was raining.

(George chuckles) 1940.

I train as a wireless operator.

Then I was an air gunner.

And then after 30 missions, you're entitled to a job on the ground, but I wanted to fly, so I retrain as a pilot.

Do a lot of low level flying.

(door opens and closes) After the war, I meet me wife.

She was an army nurse.

Well, we just decide to stay.

We feel at home.

- What went wrong with you and the wife?

- Hmm.

She wanted more from life than I could give her.

I just realize how much like she mother Dolores was.

- Did you argue with Dolores about that money you found?

(tense music) Did you?

Look, I understand this must be difficult for you, Ambrose.

You feel rejected by the country that you fought for.

- I didn't say that.

- No, but it's what you really feel, isn't it?

Deep down.

Now you find that your own daughter doesn't respect you, either.

She lies, she gets pregnant.

She doesn't even know who the father is.

So you snap.

You lose control.

All that anger comes flooding out.

And you said yourself, she's just like your wife.

- Enough.

You are not a father, are you?

(John whistling) - Nice cup of tea?

And a biscuit.

Here you are.

- How'd you get on?

- Yeah, no, it was, uh.

I didn't find out much about who the father was.

I don't think she knows.

But I did get invited to a vigil they're holding for Dolores tomorrow at the Carlton.

Don't worry.

I made my excuses.

- RAF records office.

The war record of Ambrose Kenny.

I asked for it.

- Why?

- Because his son couldn't stay in the same room with him when Ambrose told me about his war record.

- What does it mean?

- What it means, John, is that he made the whole thing up.

He was a clerk in the stores.

(people chatting loudly) Why?

Why do you need to do that?

Is this the cup final and nobody told me?

- Two of them married now, with family.

I shan't be satisfied 'til I have seen them all settled overseas.

In this country, in 15 or 20 years' time, the black man will have the whip hand over the white man.

Well, I can already hear the chorus of execration.

How dare I say such a horrible thing?

How dare I stir up trouble and inflame feelings by repeating such a conversation?

My answer is that I do not have a right not to do so.

(people murmuring) It almost passes belief that at this moment, 20 to 30 additional immigrant children are arriving from overseas in Wolverhampton alone every week, and that means 15 or 20 additional families a decade or so hence.

Those whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad.

We must be mad, literally mad, as a nation to be permitting the annual inflow of some 50,000 dependents, who are, for the most part, the material of the future- - About time somebody said it.

- [Politician On TV] Of the immigrant descended population.

- We have liftoff.

- [Politician On TV] Like watching a nation busily engaged in heaping up its own funeral pyre.

(dark tense music) In these circumstances, nothing will suffice- - Okay, get back to worth, all of you.

(all murmuring) That's all this country needs.

- Inspector Gently!

Can I have a few words about the Dolores Kenny case, please?

- It's ongoing.

That's all I can say at the moment.

- Well, how long was she on the game?

Should other prostitutes in the area be worried?

- Dolores Kenny was not a prostitute.

And if anybody has any information about what happened to her, I'd like them to come forward.

If they could imagine for just one moment it was their daughter, how would they feel?

Would you like me to repeat any of that?

- No, no.

That's fine.

- Before we have a moment's silence for Dolores, her dad would like to say a few words.

(soft tense music) (soft tense music continues) - Nobody could have wanted a better daughter than Dolores.

She was strong willed, but I don't have to tell you that.

She was also kind, generous.

She friend tell me she had a wonderful singing voice.

But she had a future.

She has been taken away from us by hatred.

And that does make you want to hate.

I don't know why she die.

I probably never will.

But she killer, he cannot take away we humanity unless we give it to him.

I once fought in a war.

I see a lot of death.

So now there is no reason which I want to go outside there and kill somebody.

It's like Dr.

King and all them does say, "You have to fight the hate."

(van whooshing) (tense foreboding music) So come.

Let us pray.

(soft tense music continues) ♪ God save our gracious queen ♪ ♪ Long live our noble queen ♪ ♪ God save the queen ♪ ♪ Send her victorious ♪ - Stop it!

Stop it now!

♪ Happy and glorious ♪ - Dad, that's enough!

- Joseph!

♪ Long to reign ♪ - Get back, Joseph!

♪ Over us ♪ - All right, cut it out!

♪ God save the queen ♪ ♪ There's a place for rage ♪ (women screaming) ♪ There's a place for fear ♪ (furniture crashing) (people shouting) ♪ There's a place for confusion ♪ ♪ You won't find in here ♪ (men grunting) ♪ You can't push the river ♪ ♪ Let it be ♪ ♪ And it will deliver ♪ ♪ All in time ♪ - Go on, son!

Go on, son!

♪ It will be right on time ♪ (people shouting) ♪ Just stop ♪ (glass shatters) ♪ Calling my name ♪ (people scream) ♪ I'm one step ahead of the game ♪ ♪ All in time ♪ ♪ Yes, I'll be right on time ♪ (tires screech) ♪ Right on time now ♪ ♪ Right on time, right on time ♪ - Gary!

♪ Right on, right on time now ♪ - Joseph!

♪ Right on time now ♪ (man grunts) - What are you doing here?

- It's fine, I'll sort it.

Just stay here.

Promise me.

- But I can't see Joseph!

- Get in there!

♪ Right on time now ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ - Go on, please get out.

♪ Right on time, yeah ♪ ♪ Right, right on time now ♪ ♪ Right on, right on time ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪ (all grunting) ♪ Right on time ♪ - Enough!

Stop it!

(dark tense music) (all shouting) (John grunting) - Hey, John.

John.

Now you want some scars, son?

- No!

No!

- Like your friends from Africa?

Hit him!

(blow thuds) (John grunts) Will that make you happy?

You need to remember- - Please.

- Who your people are, son.

(blows thudding) (men yelp) - No!

(all grunting) - Eh, eh it's me, man!

- We got a dead man up here!

(George panting) (dark tense music) (people shouting) - It is him!

- Settle down!

Settle down!

- Tell him!

(all shouting) - Look at me!

Look at me, son!

You were fighting.

You admit to fighting.

Who did that to you?

(all shouting) (dark tense music continues) Settle down!

Will you settle down?

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Listen, thanks for, um.

- What happened to Charlie Watts?

We haven't got him.

- I don't know.

Must have done a runner.

- Oh, brilliant.

Get men watching for him at his flat, and the scrapyard.

(door shuts) You do understand that this could ruin your life?

Do you want your father to lose both his children?

- I'm not going to confess to something I didn't do.

No matter what you do to me.

- And what am I gonna do to you?

- Maybe I'll accidentally fall down a flight of stairs, something like that.

- Well, I don't need to push you down a flight of stairs, Joseph, 'cause I've got the knife.

- Then check it for fingerprints.

- Yeah.

And it's been wiped clean.

I wonder if you knew that already.

- I'm glad he's dead.

- [George] Why?

- Because he killed Dolores.

- How do you know that?

- I saw them outside the club together.

- Dolores.

Dolores.

Hey.

What's wrong?

(Dolores crying) What's the matter?

Look, just talk to me.

I'm here for you.

(kiss smacks) (Dolores yelps) Just talk to me.

(Dolores grunts) (Dolores gasps) - What are you doing here?

- Taking you home.

Can't you see these white boys using you?

How long do you think they'll stick around when people start to spit at them?

- I'm having a baby.

I don't know what to do.

- Which one's the father?

- It's Charlie's.

- How do you know?

- Joe.

I don't need your anger.

I need your help.

- You're just like your mother.

- You left her alone in the middle of the night?

Why didn't you tell me this before?

- I felt ashamed.

I felt responsible.

Can I go home now?

- No.

No, you can't.

(footsteps approaching) I need to speak to this witness in private.

My name is John.

I'm a Detective Sergeant, and I was working undercover on Dolores' murder.

- Can I go now?

- No, don't.

- What, you're not finished lying to me yet?

You're not finished using me, Jim?

- I was just trying to find out what happened to Dolores.

If you'd known I was a copper, you'd never have spoken to us.

- That makes it all right, does it?

- I don't know.

That's for you to decide.

- You know, if I thought you cared, if I thought any of you really cared about Dolores, I'd understand.

- I didn't know Dolores.

But I do want justice for her.

For you.

I want you to believe me.

(door opening) (door shuts) - I told you not to get involved.

- Huh?

- First you go swimming with her, next you're snogging her on police premises.

- You told me not to be a wallflower.

- She could have been playing you for a fool.

She could have been feeding you false information.

- But she didn't.

- How serious is it?

Well, I hope you are prepared for the stick you'll get.

It would be career suicide.

Now, I'm not saying it's right, it's just a fact.

- Won't get that far.

- Well, from what I just saw, it already has.

- She thinks policemen are all bigots.

- (laughing) Well, she's got a point, hasn't she?

You've been prejudiced since this case started.

You thought Dolores was just a bit of exotic, didn't you?

Not even worth the bother of getting her name right.

A swim and a kiss.

Well that changes you forever, does it?

- What about you, sir?

- Eh?

- Bending over backwards to believe every single word that Ambrose Kenny says, and hey, what does he turn out to be?

Biggles of the stores.

- Ambrose Kenny's downstairs, sir.

(footsteps clambering) - It was me.

I do it.

I kill him.

I kill him.

He took my daughter life, so I take his.

- Sit down, Mr.

Kenny.

- I don't want to sit down.

(door shuts) - So this knife, the murder weapon, is your knife?

- No, I find it on the floor.

I just pick it up, and I stab Gary Watts.

- What if I said that you're afraid that Joseph stabbed Gary Watts, and you're taking the blame?

- You would be wrong.

- All right, so how many times did you stab him?

- I can't remember.

- Self-sacrifice is to be admired.

Not in this case.

- Don't talk to me about self-sacrifice.

I fought for the mother country, this country ever fight for me?

- Well that's not strictly speaking true, is it?

- What do you mean by that?

- "Ambrose Kenny, storeman.

September 1942, applied for training as a rear gunner.

Application denied.

January 1943, applied for training as a rear gunner.

Application denied.

June 1943, same again."

- And again, and again, and again!

- Why'd you make up this pack of lies?

(soft tense music) - Same reason you came here today, isn't it?

For your children.

- One black person is welcome in.

It's when there's more than one, that's when you people change.

It's a gradual thing.

I watch it happening.

You start to feel threatened.

And then one day, your children, they come home from school, and they tell you people start to spit on them.

You get to watch the pain in their eye, because they don't understand why people would say, "You don't belong here.

You is a nobody.

You come from a nobody family, and your father is just a bus conductor, and you is a nobody!"

So one day, you start to tell a story.

It might give them a little piece of pride.

So yes.

(metal clinking) I buy these metals in a junk shop.

- I'm not a father, as you pointed out.

But I hope I would have had the courage to do the same.

- Sir.

Charlie Watts has been seen at the scrapyard.

(door clangs) (crows cawing) - You wait here, right?

(dogs barking) (soft tense music) (papers rustling) (dogs barking) - Jim.

What-what you doing here?

- Sorry, Charlie.

It's John.

I need you to come with me.

All right?

Don't worry.

This way.

- Yeah.

- All right?

- Yeah.

(exciting dramatic music) - Hey!

(dogs barking) (gate clangs) (metal clanging) (Charlie grunts) (cars whooshing) (birds chirping) - I need to talk to you.

Why did you bring Charlie back in?

He's already answered your questions.

- No, no he hasn't.

We don't know where he was when Gary was murdered.

- We also can't account for his movements on the night that Dolores died.

- You don't understand.

He couldn't have killed her.

- I know it's hard to believe, but you know, sometimes, people just act out of character.

- He couldn't have done it.

- Why are you so sure?

- Because I know where he was.

He was with me.

♪ So baby, when you call me ♪ ♪ I'll be there ♪ ♪ Oh baby, when you need me ♪ ♪ I'll be there ♪ ♪ Don't you know that when you call me ♪ ♪ I'll be there ♪ ♪ Oh baby, when you want me ♪ ♪ I'll be there ♪ ♪ I see your face in my mind ♪ - You seen Charlie?

♪ I picture it all the time ♪ ♪ And if things, and if things ♪ ♪ Get you down, get you down ♪ ♪ Just call me, doll ♪ - She thinks the world of you.

Honestly.

♪ So when you call me ♪ (dark tense music) ♪ I'll be there ♪ ♪ Oh baby, when you need me ♪ ♪ I'll be there ♪ (Carol scoffs) ♪ Don't you know that when you call me ♪ ♪ I'll be there ♪ ♪ Oh baby, when you call me ♪ ♪ I'll be there ♪ - Dolores?

You all right, pet?

♪ Call me anytime ♪ ♪ Day or night ♪ (tense foreboding music) (door clanging) - You had it away with your best mate's boyfriend while she was pregnant?

- It was just a kiss.

Charlie used me to make her jealous.

He thought she'd been seeing Gary.

That's why he won't say where he was.

And I begged him not to.

Joseph and Ambrose are like family to me.

I couldn't stand it if they knew it was my fault.

- Hey.

Have you told your dad about Carol yet?

Have you?

Hmm?

I feel sorry for him, mate.

I really do.

He thinks he's got rid of one unsuitable girlfriend, and now you go and get yourself another one.

- John.

- Eh?

What are black girls to you, just fair game?

- That's enough.

- Huh?

Go on, admit it.

Admit it, you killed Dolores.

You cough to that, they might take it easy on you.

Crime of passion, they'll call it.

In France, you wouldn't even get a fine!

Go on, admit it!

- Oi!

I said that's enough.

- I loved Dolores from the moment I laid eyes on her.

She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever met!

I should've believed her.

But I believed Gary instead.

He said he'd been shagging her.

I was jealous.

Angry.

I kissed Carol to get back at Dolores.

- And Gary?

Did you kill him?

There's no point in lying, Charlie.

Because we got the murder weapon.

And guess what?

It's covered in fingerprints.

- You're lying.

- How can you be so sure?

(dark tense music) Eh?

Is it because you know that the knife was wiped?

Because you wiped it?

(people shouting) - Gary!

(door creaks) Gary!

(Gary panting) I know what you did.

It was your baby, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

Dad didn't want a little brown baby called Watts now, did he?

- No, Charlie, Charlie.

I lied about that, okay?

I never touched Dolores.

She wouldn't let me.

It was your baby all along, Charlie.

I just, I just said it to split yous up.

- So it was-it was my baby?

- Yeah.

- It was my baby.

You killed her!

(Gary grunts) (Gary panting) - It wasn't me, Charlie.

I swear it.

It wasn't me.

- He didn't kill her.

But it's his fault she's dead.

His and mine.

- Then who did kill her?

(tense music continues) - Joseph.

- Leave us alone!

- Joseph!

- Who killed my son?

- His brother.

- No.

He's not thinking straight.

You made him say that.

You're gonna let that black lad get away with killing a white lad.

- You turned your sons against each other, Bernie.

Poisoned them.

You poisoned your own family!

- No.

They were both good boys.

- Charlie confessed to it five minutes ago.

- Right.

Time for the truth, Bernie.

Did you kill Dolores Kenny?

- I hated her.

I gave her 20 quid to get rid of the baby.

She took it.

So what reason did I have to kill her?

(upbeat rock music) (lid slamming) - Go upstairs and lock yourself in the bathroom.

- Joseph, you're not going out there!

They'll kill you!

- Just go and hide!

- No!

- Hey!

We know you're in there, you know!

Aren't we gonna do this?

Come on!

Let's go!

(all shouting) (paint splatters) (knocking at door) (thumping on walls) (door crashes) (furniture crashing) (dishes crashing) (furniture crashing) (dishes crashing) (eggs splatting) (birds chirping) (gulls calling) (dogs barking) (door creaks) (door creaks) (clock ticking) (dogs barking outside) (objects rustling) (Ambrose sighs) - Who do this?

- [Joseph] You did.

- [Ambrose] Hmm?

- If you'd stopped her seeing a white boy in the first place, none of this would have happened.

- How I could tell her not to see a boy because of the color of his skin?

If I do that, that make me the same as the people who come and do this.

- You're so busy trying to fit in, you couldn't see what was gonna happen, could you?

When you going to realize, when you going to realize, they don't want us?

- It's not all of them, Joseph.

It's not all of them.

I don't believe that!

- Oh, aye!

But you believed I was capable of murder?

You believed that!

Didn't you?

(dark tense music) - You can't blame me for that.

I mean, look at you.

You're so full of anger.

- And you should be, too.

- Joseph.

You can't see.

I'm just trying to protect you.

- Aye.

Like how you protected Dolores?

- Sarge.

Another friend to see you.

- Mr.

Bacchus?

Listen, I don't want to get anybody in trouble, you know.

Especially not myself.

I've got a living to earn, and it's not like you lot make it easy for girls like me.

- Get on with it.

(chairs scraping) - I read what you said in the paper, you know, about that lass who died on Saturday night, about how we should imagine they were our own daughter.

My customer was driving us in his van to the waste ground where I work.

And he'd had a few, and he was driving too fast, and I felt this thud right next to me, but I didn't know what was going on.

So we pulled over, it was pitch black out there.

But there was something in the road.

He said we'd hit a dog, but I knew he was lying.

It was that lass out of the paper.

(dark tense music) He said she was dead, but she wasn't.

There was still breath in her.

And he wouldn't go for an ambulance.

He just dragged her over to that ditch and left her there.

- Ambrose, what are you doing?

Joseph, call the police.

- We had hit her hard.

There was blood on the side mirror, and the side of her head was bashed in, but still, I told him, "You have to get help.

You cannot just leave her there like that."

We- - Sir.

Sir.

- Minute, minute.

- He said, he said, "What does it matter?

She's just a colored."

- Dad.

(dark foreboding music) Dad!

(dark foreboding music continues) (dogs barking) (men chatting) - We need more of these ones.

- You should walk away, if you know what's good for ya.

- Move.

You take my daughter life.

- Oh, not true.

(tires screech) - You think you can live while she lying in the ground?

That's what you think?

- Dad, what are you doing?

- No wait a minute, hang on!

I didn't kill anyone!

(gunshot fires) - Dad, don't!

- Shut your mouth.

- No, no, no!

I didn't lay a hand on her!

- Dad!

- Ambrose.

- Move!

- Ambrose!

Listen to me, please.

Nobody murdered her!

Not Bernie, not Gary.

It was a hit and run.

- You expect me to believe that?

- Joseph and Dolores argued that night, yes?

- Yeah, we did.

He's telling the truth.

- She walked home in the dark.

She was hit on the side of the head.

The driver was drunk, and he didn't report it.

It was him that caused it.

Not that!

- He left her to die in a ditch?

You think he would have done that if she was white?

- Dad!

- Ambrose!

- Stop!

- All my life, I try and do the right thing.

I was brought up well, so I took all the abuse.

I listen to all your nasty, racist jokes, even though I could see the hatred behind your eye.

My son is not going through what I went through!

- Joseph!

- I wanted you to fight back, but not like this.

I wanted you to stand up for yourself, to be someone I could admire, and you are!

You are!

I love you.

Dolores, she loves you.

You don't need medals to be a hero, Dad.

I can see that now, you don't.

Just-just living is hard enough.

- Ambrose.

Give me the gun.

Please.

(rain falling) (Ambrose sniffles) (Bernie exhales) (rain continues falling) ♪ All that love ♪ ♪ We share together ♪ ♪ All those good times ♪ ♪ That we have ♪ ♪ What went wrong ♪ ♪ Is a wonder ♪ ♪ Now that you've gone ♪ ♪ And walked out ♪ ♪ Forever ♪ ♪ Oh baby, one more lonely night ♪ ♪ Oh, this feeling ain't right ♪ ♪ Without your love ♪ ♪ Without your love ♪ ♪ Oh baby, one more lonely night ♪ ♪ Oh, this feeling ain't right ♪ ♪ Without your love ♪ ♪ Without your love ♪ ♪ Don't know what's the reason ♪ ♪ We're not together ♪ (engine starts) ♪ But that old feeling ♪ ♪ Is stronger than ever ♪ ♪ For the last time ♪ ♪ I saw your face ♪ ♪ I was sure it ♪ ♪ Would not be the last time ♪ ♪ One more lonely night ♪ ♪ Oh, this feeling ain't right ♪ ♪ Without your love ♪ (logo whooshes)