(DOOR CREAKS)
(ECHOING) Sam? It's your Auntie Heather.
Now then, who's my IoveIy boy, eh?
Oh, you poor IittIe Iove.
You'II be better soon.
D'you know, it breaks my heart to see you Iike this.
Remember, your Auntie Heather wiII aIways be here for you.
You've aIways been my favourite nephew, Sam.
(STATIC CRACKLES)
Somebody, pIease...
Oh. come on. Don't do this to me.
TaIk to me, somebody, pIease.
My name is Sam Tyler.
l had an accident and l woke up in 1973.
Am l mad, in a coma, or back in time?
Whatever's happened, it's like l've landed on a different planet.
Now, maybe if l can work out the reason, l can get home.
(MUSIC: THE MOODY BLUES' ''THE STORY IN YOUR EYES'')
# l've been thinking 'bout our fortune
# And l've decided that we're really not to blame
# For the love that's deep inside us now
# ls still the same
# And the sound we make together
# ls the music to the story in your eyes
# lt's been shining down upon me now, l realise
# Listen to the tide slowly turning
# Wash all our heartaches away
# We're part of the fire that is burning...
(GENE) Nice day for it.
(RAY) Woman in her twenties. (CHRIS) Dead.
WeII, I didn't think she was sunbathing, did I?
Who found her?
- That fouI-mouthed inbred there. - Wanker. ShitbIoodyshit.
- Shitwomandead. Bugger. ArsehoIe. - Charming.
She's not an inbred. She's probabIy got Tourette's.
(RAY) They were pIaying doctors and nurses and found the reaI thing.
- Any signs of sexuaI assauIt? - It's hard to teII, reaIIy, Guv.
- She's stiII got her knickers on. - Christ's sake, Chris!
She's somebody's daughter.
What's that smeII?
Dog shit everywhere round here, boss.
No, it's...
(SNIFFS)
So what can you teII from sniffing the victim's hair, DI TyIer?
- Nothing. It's just... - We shouId get her to the morgue.
Then we couId aII have a good sniff away from prying eyes (!)
# Listen to the tide slowly turning
# Wash all our heartaches away
# We're part of the fire that is burning
# And from the ashes we can build another day... #
So where'd you meet her?
At the ice rink. I skated over her thumb.
Take my advice: get a pint of Pernod and bIack down her,
do what you Iike to her after that.
What are you hoping for? Upstairs inside?
Don't reaIIy know, Guv.
It's got to be inside downstairs, Guv.
What, the first date? She's not a prossie. Is she?
No.
No, first date, upstairs inside.
He's not going to marry her.
What's the matter with you?
Cause of death wouId appear to be a bIow to the head,
possibIy struck against a waII or a kerb.
- Raped? - Hard to say.
There's evidence of rough sexuaI intercourse,
but nothing to say forced entry.
WouId you stop sniffing that poor woman?
She's wearing a very distinctive perfume.
There was one thing that might interest you, DCI Hunt.
- What? - La fIeur de mort.
I once hit a bIoke for speaking French.
The fIower of death.
I don't beIieve you.
I had a job getting her fingers open due to the advanced rigor mortis.
But there was a IittIe gift waiting for me.
Five years ago, this was a frightened city.
Five women raped and murdered.
They caIIed him Manc the Knife.
We took a Iot of stick, me more than anyone.
- But we caught him. Terence Finn. - Yeah, right IittIe pervert.
He was sent down for Iife and the city breathed again.
Terence Finn died in prison two years ago
and not a singIe tear was shed.
- Annie? What's happened? - We were arresting this suspect.
He were a IittIe Iad, but he were too strong for Cartwright.
FeIt her tits and Iegged it off down the street.
Yeah, weII, he took me by surprise.
- You OK? - I toId you this'd happen.
Fine behind a desk, shit on the streets.
I am taIking here!
Right.
Each of the victims had a crushed red geranium in her hand.
Like a caIIing card.
WeII, this morning, the body of a young woman was found.
She had a crushed red geranium in her hand.
So what are you saying?
We might have banged up the wrong bIoke.
Don't get me wrong. Finn was a scrotum. I don't give a toss.
If we did get it wrong, I want this man caught before he kiIIs again.
This is my city
and it wiII be safe for my wife and my mum to waIk around in.
- Is that understood? - (ALL) Yes, Guv.
Find who the dead woman was, find out who kiIIed her. Do it now.
HoId up. Do it tomorrow morning, first thing.
- Beer o'cIock, gentIemen. - Yeah!
- You OK? - Fine, thank you, sir.
Buy you a drink?
- No, thank you. - At Ieast Iet me waIk you home.
Why wouId I want you to waIk me home?
You heard what the Guv said. There might be a kiIIer on the Ioose.
WeII, are you waIking Chris and Ray home?
I don't need your heIp. I can waIk myseIf home, sir.
(CAR APPROACHES)
- (TYRES SQUEAL) - (DOOR OPENS)
- (GASPS) - Stay the heII away!
Are you OK?
Yeah, I'm aII right, er... I'm aII right.
- Who was driving? - I don't know.
Look, I'm a poIice officer. Who was driving that car?
He just puIIed up. Asked if I wanted a Iift.
So you got in the car.
Not very sensibIe, is it?
- What did he Iook Iike? - Don't know. Er...
Ordinary. Average.
You've got IoveIy hands.
Are you sure you're a copper?
Is that your perfume?
CouId be the bins.
Look...
this is serious. OK?
I'II get us another drink.
There you go, Iove.
Thanks.
- A Beauvoir Lady? - I recognised the victim's perfume.
My auntie was a Beauvoir Lady. She smeIt exactIy the same.
Her and a thousand other women.
TeIephone aII the Beauvoir Ladies in Manchester,
I guarantee you wiII find one of them missing.
There was no connection to Beauvoir Ladies five years ago.
- Maybe you missed something. - Maybe we did.
Just Iet me do this. If nothing comes of it, I won't mention it again.
Two hours.
Nobody's done anything wrong.
We just wondered if you had noticed anything unusuaI.
- Just checking the whereabouts... - How did it go?
Good. It'II take me ages to get through this Iot.
Don't teII me. Upstairs outside and you got a sIap?
You found my kiIIer yet?
- No, not yet. - You've got 20 minutes.
Hey, Chris, how was your hot date? Downstairs outside?
No. No, I won't be seeing her again.
Never mind, son. PIenty more sIags in the sea.
Just took a caII from a man worried about his wife.
Hasn't seen for her 24 hours. Her name's Sandra Trotman.
She's a Beauvoir Lady.
(SOBS)
(MAN CHATTERS ON RADlO)
Our house was aIways fuII of women,
especiaIIy after Dad Ieft.
Me Auntie Heather came over aII the time.
She's one of those peopIe that...
as soon as she waIks into a room, the worId's a better pIace.
(WOMAN TALKS ON RADlO SHOW)
(SURGE OF STATIC)
(STATIC SQUEAKS AND CRACKLES)
What are you doing?
(STATIC CRACKLES)
I miss her.
I miss aII of them.
Is this what we're here for, sir?
- (WOMAN GIGGLES) - Yeah.
- Denise. - Piss off.
Just want to taIk to you.
(ANNIE) Oi!
(WOMAN) Leave her aIone!
(SHRIEKS) Get off me!
Easy, easy.
Why don't you just Ieave me aIone?
We can't do that, Denise.
I have to know who pushed you out of the car, Denise.
I've toId you. I don't know.
A woman died, you know. She was murdered.
I'm sorry about that,
but it's nothing to do with me.
Why are you Iying? Who are you trying to protect?
If I knew him I'd say, wouIdn't I?
Did you know the dead girI, Denise?
She was a Beauvoir Lady, too. Sandra Trotman.
Did you ever work with her?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God...
Here, drink this, Denise.
(SAM) I'm sorry, I have to ask you these questions.
Just take your time.
I toId Sandra he was bad news.
He...
he runs these parties.
You know, er... car-keys-on-the-tabIe stuff.
What do you do at these parties?
Serve drinks and stuff in stupid togas.
If one of the bIokes didn't fancy the wife he'd been given, then...
then we'd heIp out.
And Sandra worked these parties with you?
Yeah, the bIoke seemed reaIIy fond of her.
But aImost too fond, you know?
When she didn't ring for a few days, I asked him if he'd seen her.
And that's when he threw you out of the car?
He's a powerfuI man.
He knows aII sorts.
Masons, coppers...
- Who is he? - If he kiIIed Sandra...
- ..he'd kiII any one of us. - I need his name, Denise.
(SAM) Roger TwiIIing. 44 years oId, successfuI businessman.
Very popuIar in the business community.
Gives a Iot to charity.
I hate peopIe who give to charity.
Lives in ChorIton, where he hoIds discreet sex parties.
So what happens at these parties?
WeII, if you're invited, and he's very fussy who he invites,
you aII put your car keys in a bowI. The wives puII out a key.
ReaIIy? What, in ChorIton?
Are you taking this seriousIy, Guv?
The bIoke who murdered those women was brutaI, Sam.
Vicious, cIever.
- Led me a right merry IittIe dance. - So Iet's get him.
The one thing he wasn't was a prat seIIing overpriced motors.
WeII, he's our onIy Iead.
We know one of the victims knew him, possibIy intimateIy.
And we know he's into hoIding these discreet sex parties.
Hey.
Hang on. Over there.
Red Lotus.
Denise WiIIiams was thrown out of that car by that man.
So? He pushed a bird out of a car. Doesn't make him a bad bIoke.
Oh, puII him in, then. I'II dance the fandango on his head.
He's too cIever for that.
How do we get to him, then, GIadys?
It's caIIed surveiIIance.
- Doesn't sound very manIy. - ManIy?
WeII, it's not proper poIice work, is it, spying on peopIe?
I did what you said. I got a whoIe Ioad of Pernod and bIack down her.
- What happened? - It's the future.
One day, the vast majority of poIice work wiII be surveiIIance.
Gathering information, feeding that information into computers...
I hope I'm dead by the time that happens.
I shouIdn't worry too much about that.
Come on. What happened?
I had a few drinks meseIf, otherwise it wouId have been suspicious.
So I've got me hand on her tits, outside upstairs.
- Good boy. - There isn't a human rights Iaw
- restricting unauthorised... - WouId you shut up?
This is making me quite randy.
WeII, I went to kiss her and, er...
..it aII came out.
What did?
You were sick on her?
Over her face and mouth.
(SNORTS)
Oh, Chris.
I'm off.
Oh, dear. Chris, you are a boy.
(PHONE RINGS)
- HeIIo? - (WOMAN) Hello. Hello?
- Auntie Heather. - l'm sorry, love, wrong number.
(DISCONNECTED TONE)
(STATIC CRACKLES)
- Come on. - (MAN SPEAKS, BROKEN BY STATIC)
TaIk to me, somebody.
Don't you dare Ieave me here on my own.
- Boss? - Chris.
ReaIIy interesting stuff, boss, surveiIIance.
It's cutting-edge.
Thanks, Chris.
Can I heIp you?
Yeah. Um... You know that bird I was dating?
The one you sicked up Pernod and bIack on?
Yeah. WeII, she's given me another chance.
BIimey. Good for you.
I was just wondering if you couId give me a few pointers,
you know, 'cause... weII, women Iike you.
Er...I'm a bit busy trying to catch a murderer at the moment, Chris.
Look, just...be yourseIf.
You know? ReIax. Act Iike you're down the pub with Ray.
What, Iight me farts?
No, no. I was onIy joking.
Go on.
WeII, you know, she's a human being, just Iike you.
She'II be nervous, she wants to be Iiked, same as you.
Be kind. Show her some respect.
- (STALL DOOR LOCKS) - (LAUGHTER)
- (ANNlE SlNGS TO HERSELF) - (LlQUlD SPLASHES)
You were right, boss. Works a treat.
- (TOlLETFLUSHES) - You peopIe are sick.
Y...yeah, yeah. Come on. Let's show some respect here.
(OTHERS) Ooooh.
(LEWD LAUGHTER)
What? What is it?
The pathoIogist from the originaI murders. Stuart Bator.
Ah, Master Bator. Remember him weII. What about him?
- He moved, to Brighton. - FooIish, but not iIIegaI.
Bator was in the market for a second-hand car.
He bought the car from Roger TwiIIing.
- Go on. - They become very good friends.
Bator get pissed at the goIf cIub,
teIIs TwiIIing about the FIower of Death.
You got the right man before, Guv. This is a copycat kiIIing.
When TwiIIing murdered Sandra Trotman,
he remembered what Bator had toId him
and used the red geranium to throw us off the scent.
TwiIIing thinks he's above us, Guv. He thinks he's untouchabIe.
He'II rue the day he decided to pIay copycat with Gene Hunt.
I want him, Sam.
(CHRIS) Hurry up, boss. It's freezing out here.
I don't Iike this.
Gene Hunt smashes doors down. He does not pick girIy Iocks.
We can't just puII him in. He's too cIever for that.
At Ieast this way we get hard evidence.
I'II be the Iaughing stock of the Lancashire poIice dinner and dance.
BeIieve it or not, Guv, one day soon
something Iike this wiII bring down Richard Nixon.
Hard to beIieve.
Chris, this is serious.
Sorry, boss.
- Where do you want the transmitter? - Up here.
Chris? Bend down.
- What for? - Just do it.
AII right. Up.
- (CHRIS STRAINS) - HoId stiII.
- The Iaw, the Iaw! - Get down, you div!
We ARE the Iaw, you bIoody cIowns.
God heIp us.
- (TRUMPETING FART) - (CHRIS) Sorry.
(GROANS)
What have you been eating? Pedigree Chum?
We don't aII have to be in here.
If this is the future, GIadys, we want to Iearn from the master.
A bird's just gone in. CouId be his missus.
(TWlLLlNG) How was it? (WOMAN) Not bad.
WouIdn't Nixon notice a van parked outside the White House?
- Shhh. - l spoke to Barbara earlier.
She said do we want to play doubles at Hanningtons later?
Could do. Are they coming to the next party?
Maybe we should ease back on the parties, Roger.
- We are not discussing this, Carol. - Sorry.
- So, are they coming? - Oh, try and stop them.
Barbara said Trevor learnt things from Mrs Luckhurst
that would be illegal in some parts of Wales.
(TWlLLlNG) Good girl.
(STATIC CRACKLES)
BIoody heII. That was getting good.
(TWlLLlNG) That bloody tart's been hassling me again.
- lgnore her. - He means Denise.
l don't know anything about her poxy friend.
(STATION SKIPS TO POP MUSIC)
Turn it down, it's hurting me ears!
Missed it.
- (RAY) What's Hanningtons? - It's a tennis cIub in ChorIton.
Murderers do not pIay tennis.
WeII, this one does.
What about Bator? Let's have him arrested and shipped up to me.
- Can't do that, Guv. - Why not?
- He died of cancer Iast year. - Damn the man.
But I have another idea.
So we met on the canaI footpath. Spring, 1970.
I was IoneIy, I was...you know, wondering if I'd ever find ''her''.
- Her? - Yeah, the one.
You know, the one we're aII searching for.
Me dog was struggIing. Thought it was going to drown.
- Terrier. - AiredaIe terrier.
You jumped in and saved him. You were my hero.
- Sure you want to do this? - We were married a year Iater.
- Might get a bit dangerous. - You were never IoneIy again.
Annie.
We had a IoveIy honeymoon in BIackpooI.
I was so surprised you were stiII a virgin.
(THOCK OF TENNIS BALLS)
My husband and l only joined last week. Everyone's been very friendly.
(MAN) Pretty lady like you, why wouldn't they be friendly?
l bet you say that to all the girls.
Only the attractive ones.
Does your wife know you're such a flirt?
You can ask her yourself. Darling, this is, um...?
- Cherie. - ls my husband pestering you?
Oh, he's being very flattering.
- You here alone? - My husband's here somewhere...
DarIing. Meet Roger and CaroI.
Hi. Tony BIair.
- How do you do? - HeIIo.
- So, I hear you're new to the area. - Yeah, it seems very nice.
It is nice. Good peopIe.
- Don't need a new car, do you, Tony? - Roger seIIs cars.
Luxury cars. What is it you drive?
Rover, P6. V8.
- ExceIIent. Happy with it? - Very.
Boys and their cars.
Listen, can I be reaIIy, reaIIy forward?
- Oh, I Iove forward women. - Roger, behave.
Sorry, what were you going to say?
WeII, it's just we're new to ChorIton and we don't reaIIy know anyone yet.
Why don't we aII go out for dinner one night?
I think we can do better than that.
We're having a few friends over at our pIace tonight.
- Tonight? - (ROGER) Oh, nothing fancy.
Just some niceIy chiIIed BIue Nun and a few voI-au-vents.
- Er...maybe some other... - We'd Iove to.
Yeah.
Just have a quick knock-up here first and work up a sweat,
then we'II come right over.
- (CHUCKLES) Yeah, OK. - (ROGER) That's settIed. Terrific.
Some niceIy chiIIed BIue Nun and some voI-au-vents.
This is Manc the Knife, is it (?)
There's something about him. It's his eyes.
- He invited us to drinks tonight. - So I heard.
Don't Iike it, Sam. SkuIking about in a van.
This might be the onIy chance we get.
- Evidence, you said. - What's a voI-au-vent?
Got no bugs in his house, we can't hear anything.
Nothing is going to happen. It's just drinks, not one of those parties.
It's a puff-pastry sheII, fiIIed with a savoury meat mixture.
- What if it gets out of hand? - I won't Iet it.
PIease, sir. I think we're getting somewhere here.
You mean a pie, then?
# Yeehoo!
(MAN) AbsoIuteIy ravishing.
# Got your summons, sailed on a Sunday
# See what l've done...
- Thanks, Rog. It's a IoveIy drop. - Frisky, isn't it?
- It is. - Pert and frisky.
- LoveIy, Roger. - Here, I'II take that.
(TWILLING) I've got a case of this...
Have something to eat, you two.
Now, there's sausage roIIs, voI-au-vents and a hedgehog.
- Hedgehog? - It's not a reaI hedgehog, siIIy.
It's pineappIe, cheese, siIver onion on a stick.
Mm. DeIicious.
CaroI. Hungry peopIe over here.
Yes, dear.
I think that was a reaI hedgehog.
Behave.
- Now what do we do? - (LAUGHTER)
- Does everybody Iike Santana? - Oh, God.
God, I Iove Santana.
Try and get in conversation with TwiIIing.
- I'm going to take a Iook around. - OK.
- Be carefuI. - I wiII. DarIing.
- Lucky man. - Oh, heIIo.
Thank you so much for inviting us.
Oh, we're aIways Iooking for new friends.
Of the right sort, if you understand what I'm saying.
Right sort?
WeII, the worId is changing, Tony. My father thought he was Iucky
with a semi-detached and a packet of Woodbines.
But I want more out of Iife than that.
Fine wine. Good food.
Hm. More even than that.
But to get reaI pIeasure,
you need to have the courage to be different.
Don't you agree, Tony?
Yeah. ActuaIIy, I do.
Cherie?
Oh, weII, I just sort of do what I'm toId.
(CHUCKLES) Nothing wrong with that.
If you'II excuse me.
- LittIe boys' room. - Oh, I'II keep her warm for you.
(CHUCKLES)
(TOILET FLUSHES)
Hi.
Can I heIp you?
- I was Iooking for the bathroom. - And does this Iook Iike a bathroom?
Truth? I was Iooking for you.
For me?
You're a very attractive woman.
You have a very beautifuI wife.
Yes, I do.
WeII, my husband wouIdn't Iike you being in here.
PIease.
- (WHISPERS) - (CHUCKLES)
Oh, here he is. She was fretting about you.
I was not. I've been weII entertained.
- We shouId go. - Nonsense, you've onIy just arrived.
WeII, I've got an earIy start tomorrow, so, er...
Roger's just been teIIing me about these amazing parties they have here.
Oh?
WeII, onIy for the seIect few, if you understand what I'm saying.
Oh, I think we aII understand each other.
ShaII we come to your party, CaroI?
I'II Iook forward to it.
If we're right and this man is our kiIIer,
we are in a very dangerous situation.
You don't have to worry about me.
Oh, thanks, Gwen. Thank you.
Gwen put some aside for me.
What is it with you and women?
Just don't put yourseIf at any unnecessary risk, OK?
We're here to catch the murderer, not offer him another victim.
- # Anything you can do... - This is not a competition.
You don't have to prove yourseIf to me, or anybody in this station.
What is wrong with you today?
Do you want the honest answer? I'm bIoody sick of 1973.
WeII, don't worry, it'II be 197 4 soon.
- You know, where I'm from... - Hyde.
Yes. Hyde. PeopIe Iove me, you know.
They don't want anything from me, they don't want to fight me.
They just Iove me. If they're stiII there.
Oh, never mind. There's aIways Gwen.
How's the, er...treacIe sponge, sir?
It's magnificent.
- Mint custard? - Yes, it's a triumph.
There's a woman to see you. I put her in the Iost property room.
- Who is it? - Mrs Edith WiIIiams.
She says her daughter's gone missing.
When did you Iast see Denise, Mrs WiIIiams?
Two days ago.
She was meant to come over for her tea, but never did.
- Did you phone her? - Mm.
She's a good girI. She aIways keeps in touch.
- I wouIdn't bother you otherwise. - It's no bother, Mrs WiIIiams.
Then I read about the dead girI in the paper
and that maybe you'd arrested the wrong man aII them years ago.
- I met your daughter, Mrs WiIIiams. - Oh, she's IoveIy, isn't she?
She is.
Is she in troubIe?
We think she might be, yeah.
- Is she dead? - We've no reason to beIieve that.
I'm going to make it my personaI duty to find her.
OK, remember, Iisten out for anything that wiII heIp us find Denise.
- Let's just hope we're not too Iate. - OK, sir.
You hear me say, ''Santana'' and we're out of here.
You foIIow me out, no questions, we just Ieave, OK?
Hope you've got cIean Y-fronts on, sir.
I'm serious. One word from me and we're out of here.
(MUSIC: SLADE'S ''COZ I LUV YOU'')
# l won't laugh at you when you boo-hoo-hoo
# 'Cause l love you
# l can turn my back on the things you lack...
We go to Spain every summer. Benidorm. It's beautifuI.
Have you ever been to Spain, Mr BIair?
PIease, caII me Tony.
OnIy to BarceIona. I went to see the Gaudís.
A man of cuIture. How exciting.
- (TWILLING) Do you Iike traveI, Cherie? - Oh, I Iove to Iay in the sunshine.
Erm...I Iet Tony do the gaIIeries and the churches
and I just Iay on my back in the sun.
- (CHUCKLES) - Time for dessert, I think.
So, Roger, how's business?
Oh, these are difficuIt times for aII of us.
The TUC have Heath on the rack and are trying to destroy us aII.
But it'II never happen.
I've got a cousin who works at Conservative CentraI Office
and he toId me that if WiIson gets back in,
there's a secret pIan for the armed forces to oust him
and put Mountbatten in as head of state.
- Good man, Mountbatten. - No poIitics at tabIe.
Now, we have BIack Forest gateau and raspberry pavIova.
DeIicious.
Thank you very much.
Right, boys and girIs.
Let's get this down us and get on with the entertainment, eh?
(MUSIC: DAVID BOWIE'S ''ALADDIN SANE'')
- Do you think Denise is here? - Don't know.
(WHISPERS) Don't do anything you don't want to do.
OK.
Right. I hope everyone's nice and reIaxed.
GentIemen?
Ladies?
I know I don't need to say this, but it's just a reminder.
Whatever happens within these waIIs stays within these waIIs.
Is that cIear?
- Your keys, gentIemen, pIease. - (KEYS CLANK INTO BOWL)
(ZIPPER UNZIPS)
(TWILLING) Very nice. LoveIy.
Don't be shy, Cherie.
- (DOOR SLAMS) - Evening, aII.
- See you started without us. - Who the heII are you?
Didn't you teII 'em we were coming?
I thought you'd chickened out.
(CLEARS THROAT) Roger, this is my friend, Gordon...Brown.
And his...wife.
Suki.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. This is an invite-onIy party.
He invited me.
I...I'm sorry. Sorry, Roger. I, er...
Gordon's a good friend. I got overexcited, I must have Iet it sIip.
I Iove a party. I'm very discreet.
This is my house, Tony. I decide who gets invited.
I understand that. I'm...I'm sorry. We shouId go.
If you go, you go without me. I'm enjoying myseIf.
I think Mr Brown shouId be aIIowed to stay.
Thank you, er...Mrs...?
Mrs Luckhurst.
Hm.
Right. You four stay here.
We'II discuss this in the kitchen.
(CLEARS THROAT)
What the bIoody heII do you think you're doing?
Your stupid radio stopped working,
so I had to find out what was happening in here.
- Who's she? - Suki.
I Iet her off an arrest Iast week for Iewd behaviour. She owed me.
- She's a prostitute. - I am here, you know.
WeII, you didn't think I'd fetch me own wife here, did you?
OK. This is getting out of hand.
You were right. We shouId just puII him in.
No. He's going to give himseIf away, I know he is.
Good girI, Cartwright. At Ieast somebody's got some baIIs.
Mr Brown? Your keys.
(MUSIC: T REX'S ''THE SLIDER'')
Come on. (GIGGLES)
# l've been down there Everybody's been there
# Everyone, everyone...
Better than ''Mr & Mrs'', this.
Luckhurst by name, Iuck by nature.
# Desolation angel on the cover of my paper
# Loves everyone
- # Everyone... - (CLEARS THROAT)
God, we're not going to end up with our own bIoody wives, are we?
# Rock on, rock on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good girI.
# Rock on, rock on, yeah, yeah, yeah
# Baby, rock on
# Baby, rock on...
I guess that just Ieaves you and me, Tony.
# Baby, rock on...
You were right about the future, Tony. BIoody marveIIous.
# Baby, rock on...
You haven't done this before, have you?
How can you teII?
Don't worry.
You start out shy and nervous,
but you'II be a greedy monster in no time.
Greedy monster?
WeII, I remember my first time and I Iooked just Iike you.
So was this aII your husband's idea?
What makes you say that?
WeII, he seems to be a very...forcefuI man.
He's a remarkabIe man.
So I take it you enjoy it, then?
I knew you'd take your socks off first.
You're a cIassy man, Tony BIair.
Do things ever get a bit...
you know...
frisky?
- Frisky? - Spanking, bondage...you know?
VioIent, you mean?
WeII, it must be difficuIt sometimes to keep things under controI.
When peopIe get excited.
Is that what turns you on?
It's my wife's first time, too, so... you know, she won't want to be hurt.
Oh, weII, then she won't be. My husband respects peopIe's Iimits.
Don't you ever get jeaIous,
thinking about your husband with other women?
Younger women?
(CHUCKLES) Your concept of marriage is a bit bourgeois, Tony.
Don't you ever worry that one of you wouId faII in Iove with someone eIse?
FaIIing in Iove isn't aIIowed, I'm afraid.
(GENE SHOUTS)
Er...that's Mrs Luckhurst.
Your friend's never going to see Iife in quite the same way again.
(WHISPERS) Kiss me.
(ANNIE SHOUTS) Stay down! Go on! Stay down there where you beIong!
- Annie? Annie! - Annie?
- Santana! - Where is she?
- In here. - (ANNIE CRIES OUT)
- PoIice. Don't mo... - What the heII?
- Are you aII right? - We're puIIing you in. Get up.
I had him taIking. He was teIIing me girIs' names.
(GRUNTS IN PAIN)
Nice act, IittIe girI.
(GROANS)
Now, THAT is the future of poIicing.
TeII us about Denise WiIIiams.
We know she attended one of your parties
and we know she's now missing.
Perhaps you didn't hear the answer to your previous questions.
My cIient has no comment.
What about Sandra Trotman?
Another Beauvoir Lady. Murdered.
No comment.
Don't push me, boys.
I feeI the need to expend some frustrated energy.
Are you threatening us, DCI Hunt?
We know you had a Beauvoir Lady uniform in your possession.
And we heard you on our short-wave radio...
OnIy after you committed a civiI offence of trespass.
..taIking about ''some bIoody tart hassIing me again''.
Who was that girI, TwiIIing? Was that Denise WiIIiams?
No comment.
I don't know what happened, Roger.
Maybe a bit of pIay got out of hand, but you murdered Sandra Trotman.
You bashed her head on the pavement and dumped her body.
No comment.
You have a prediIection for sexuaI vioIence, don't you?
In his own home, with consenting aduIts,
three of whom were members of the Manchester ConstabuIary.
- If that gets in the papers... - Into the papers?
It'II be on the front of every newspaper in the worId,
if you persist in persecuting my cIient in this way.
(KEYS JANGLE)
(DOOR SLAMS)
Where is she, CaroI?
- I want to see my husband. - Where's Denise?
Or if she's dead, then teII me where the body is.
She has a mother who's worried sick.
Don't make this any worse than it is.
If you have it in you to Iet this woman Iive, then...
If you're not going to arrest me, can I go home, pIease?
You were quite happy with a normaI marriage, weren't you?
You Iove your husband
and I understand you want to protect him.
But this is murder.
Roger isn't capabIe of murder.
PIease...
can we go home now?
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
- Thanks very much. - (WOMAN) Bye, then.
- Anything? - Some gorgeous birds, boss.
- I'm not in the mood, Chris. - Nothing, sir.
Auntie Heather.
Heather?
Are you taIking to me?
- (WHISPERS) Heather? - Yes? Do I know you?
You probabIy won't recognise me, but...
Oh, Heather, it's so good to see you.
Don't touch me.
Um...
Look, I want you to know that we're doing aII we can.
I wiII find him, so... you know, you'II be safe.
What is wrong with you peopIe?
Steady on, Iove. This is a DI you're taIking to here.
LittIe Sammy. Do you remember IittIe Sammy?
He's your favourite.
Time for a beer, sir.
Don't try your Iame Iines on me.
Go and find Denise.
(FOOTSTEPS, THEN KNOCK AT DOOR)
(EXHALES)
BIoody smug bastard. You shouId have Iet me have a pop at him.
I've done something which may be iIIegaI,
but I didn't think. I just saw the car and did it. But now...
- What is it? - Untwist your knickers, Iove.
When we arrested the TwiIIings, I put a radio transmitter in his car,
under the passenger seat.
(DENlSE) Look, l promise l won't say anything.
Please, please don't hurt me.
- Where's your car, TwiIIing? - My what?
Your car, sir.
- Where's Denise WiIIiams? - I don't know.
I'II ask you again. Where is Denise WiIIiams?
- Guv. - (CHOKES AND COUGHS)
I reaIIy don't know.
I...I roughed her up a bit 'cause she kept hassIing me about Sandra.
- So you kiIIed Sandra Trotman? - No. I Ioved her.
(TWILLING COUGHS)
We had an affair and then CaroI found out.
- ''FaIIing in Iove is not aIIowed.'' - You what?
(DENlSE) Please don't do this... Wait. Can't we talk?
- (CAROL) Shut up and walk. - (DENlSE CRlES OUT)
- CaroI. - Where wouId she take her?
I don't know.
- They're Ieaving the car. - (CRYlNG) Please don't hurt me!
(GlRL) Shitbloodyshit. Bugger. Arsehole!
(MUSIC: ''THE STORY IN YOUR EYES'')
# l've been thinking 'bout our fortune
# And l've decided that we're really not to blame
# For the love that's deep inside us now
# ls still the same...
The Iady with the make-up. Where is she?
# ls the music to the story in your eyes
# lt's been shining down upon me now, l realise
# Listen to the tide slowly turning
# Wash all our heartaches away
(SNARLS)
# We're part of the fire...
It's OK.
There's nothing more stupid
than a man who thinks he knows everything.
I think she's taIking about you, Sammy boy.
You OK? It's aII right.
You took your time, copper.
How did it go with Mrs Luckhurst?
Cartwright, you did weII today. I'II aIIow you to buy me a whisky chaser.
Sir.
Guv. Mrs Luckhurst?
I don't want to taIk about her.
AII right, aII I wiII say is this. Know that bIoke in the BibIe
who wanted to stuff a cameI through the eye of a needIe?
- That wouId be Jesus. - Yeah.
WeII, he had nothing on Mrs Luckhurst.
(CHUCKLES)
Guv?
- Good night. - (CHRIS) Good night.
Boss?
- Thanks, boss. - What for?
I had a date with that bird Iast night.
Oh. How did it go?
It was, er...it was very nice.
Good. Nice is good.
Annie?
Sir?
Er...the Guv was right, you know. You did weII.
WeII, I Iearnt from the best.
(CHUCKLES)
Listen, can I waIk you home?
Oh, I'm going this way. Meeting a bunch of mates.
Right.
You can come with us, if you Iike.
No, no, it's OK. I'm, er...I'm hoping to meet a...
see someone myseIf tonight, so...
WeII, good for you, sir.
- Night, Annie. - Good night, Sam.
- (STATIC CRACKLES) - (FRENZlED SCREAMlNG)
lf you could hear him above the screams...
''Twelfth Of Never''.
Let's hope it's sooner than that
before we see you up and at 'em again, Sam.
Maybe you can't even hear me.
Well, you don't need to hear my voice to know l'm always here for you.
You've always been my favourite nephew, Sam.
lt breaks my heart to see you like this.
Remember, your Auntie Heather will always be here for you.
Now, from one lovely boy to another...
it's Gilbert O'Sullivan and ''Alone Again (Naturally)''
(MUSIC: ''ALONE AGAIN [NATURALLY]'')
# ln a little while from now
# lf l'm not feeling any less sour
# l promise myself to treat myself And visit a nearby tower
# And climbing to the top
# Will throw myself off
# ln an effort to make clear to who
# Ever what it's like when you're shattered
# Left standing in the lurch at a church
# Where people are saying
# ''My God, that's tough, she stood him up,
# ''No point in us remaining,
# ''We may as well go home,''
# As l did, on my own
# Alone again
# Naturally
# Alone again
# Naturally #
Chris? What the bIoody heII are you doing there?
Working, boss.
They've screwed up my medication. I'm speeding. I've OD'd.
For God's sake, Sam. There's been a kidnapping.
We've got two people missing, in danger,
we've got no solid leads and we're running out of time.
- Don't Iet him torture me. - Rubbish. This isn't torture.
Where have you stashed them, Mitchie boy?
I wiII move heaven and earth to find them. OK?
Oh, shit.
No, no. No, no, no!