A Touch of Cloth (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - The First Case: Part Two - full transcript

There's been another murder.
Albert Stafford. God, no!

Aiden Hawkchurch.

High-flying chef to bed-bound
human casserole.

Some kind of sex game?

Maybe later when I finish pointing
at blood.

Patron's a Gavina Duntish,
female, 32.

Come on, Clare, stop playing games!

I need results, Cloth.
What the French call "r-r-resultes".

Clare Hawkchurch is in the clear

but someone's killing former
jurors on the Bradstock case.

I'll speak to the boys down the
station, see what the boys down the
station are saying.



Yeah, good. Des, we need everything
on Burton Bradstock. Case, files,
trial reports. Sound, guv.

And pull the names and addresses of
every juror on that case.

We need to get them into a safe
house. Clare Hawkchurch too. Asap.

Yes, guv. Asap, get me some kind
of a sandwich.

Cheese and pickle?
Yeah. No, cast the net wider.

Coronation chicken. Ciabatta, if you
have to. Let's think on your feet.

I'm on it, guv.

Yeah, the boys down the station.

So there's a link between
our three victims. No, thanks.

Three victims?
That's right.

Would you explain it like I'm some
sort of viewer, guv?

It's simple, Des.

Albert Stafford served on
the Bradstock jury.
Someone's bumping them off.

I say we're dealing with a
serial killer.



What we need is...

proof.

Starts with? Oldmun?

Oldman. Albert Stafford.

Served on a jury with Aiden
and Clare Hawkchurch.

And Gavina Duntish.
Burton Bradstock case.

What do we have on Bradstock?

Er... Burton Bradstock.
Jailed '96 for killing his wife.

Released three weeks ago
for not doing it since.

Albert Stafford was murdered
two weeks and six days ago.

So Bradstock is our prime suspect.
Where's that list of jurors?

Boys down the station
say it's not on the system.

It's in the paperwork somewhere but
there's a lot of it.

I'm gonna call my laptop,
tell it I won't be home tonight.

Do a lot of late nights?

Nothing much to rush home for.

.

I told you I'm working.

Yes, it's important.

Yeah, fine, whatever. Gemma?

No, Gemma...

Gemma? Short for Jeremy?

No.

Gemathon?
No.

Gemadict?
No.

It's Gemma as in... Gemma.

So, you're gay?
Bi, Jack.

No, don't go. It's none of my
business.

I'm bisexual, Jack. I'm not ashamed.

I just thought you'd be...

I don't know.

Shocked.
Nothing shocks me.

A female detective that
swings both ways.

An AC/DC DC. See?

It's the sort of thing the boys down
the station joke about.

I'm not laughing. I haven't laughed
since my wife died.

Why did you laugh when your
wife died?

Oh, I didn't. I made a sound,
I think, but it wasn't laughter.

It was...

something else.

Like a bassoon?

I lost my mind that night.

I can see it.

I can still see it.

Jack?

Jack!

No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o...!

Jack. Jack. Jack.

Jack? I've found a list. A list
of jurors. A list of jurors from
the Bradstock trial.

It's written in some kind of
a... code.

Upside-down writing. We learnt it at
the academy. Here.

All these people are in danger.
Start dispatching officers.

Wherever these people are, whatever
they're doing these days,

we round them up now.

Yes?
Andrew Preacherman?

DC Qureshi. Can you come
with me, please?

What for?

I'll explain on the way to the
station.

Guv? It's me.

Des. Yeah, yeah.

Jurors are in the safe house.

Yeah, WPC Cutout's gonna
be keeping an eye on them.

Oh. And, guv, Natasha rang.

She's run some tests. Turns out
Albert Stafford was killed
with a sword.

Same murder weapon
used on Aiden and Gavina.

Yeah. Yeah, she did tell you
earlier but that scene got cut.

So, just to clarify,

the key thing is all the victims were
killed with the same weapon,

which was a sword.

Apparently, that's important.

All victims, same weapon, sword.

Just so you know.

Good work, Des. Bye, love you.

Well, they're out of harm's
way for now.

Bradstock's still out there just
walking around like a man.

We're gonna have to find him
somehow.

Public appeal?
Not to me.

Negative.

So, if anyone has any information
regarding Burton Bradstock's
whereabouts,

they can call our incident room
in total confidence.

OK, I'll take your questions
now.

Judith Chandler, The Independent.

Do you have a personal message
for Burton Bradstock himself?

If I had one thing to say to him
it's, "Stop killing people." OK,
next?

Robin Stork, Birdwatching Now. Were
there any birds found at the scene?

No.

Woman with the hair?
Jemima Symes, Rhyming Times.

Were the victims gored
with a type of sword?

Well, that's one line of enquiry.

Which you can... put in your diary.

Right, well,
I think that's enough for now.

Dick Hasty, The Interrupter.
Why are you trying to wrap
up this press conference?

That's really all I have to say.
Mark Down, Market Trader.

Do you want to buy this Dictaphone?
No.

Conor Tinuity, Lexington Inquisitor.
Where are you going now?

To see a retired former
detective raking leaves in his
garden.

Is that enough for you?
Will he have gloves on?

Yes. What colour? Blue!

Satisfied?

Cloth? Detective Inspector Cloth,
these days.

They made you a DI?

Wonders never cease.

Good to see you, DCI Ball.
Oh, call me Bill now, Jack.

I didn't have you down
as the gardening type.

Oh, compared to the old days
it's genteel.

I like that.

Still, I caution the odd starling now
and again for old times' sake.

Heh. But mainly I tend the plants.

But I guess you haven't come here for
gardening tips, have you, Jack?

What do you remember about the
Burton Bradstock case, Bill?

That's a name
I hoped I'd never hear again.

You didn't see my appeal
on the news, then?

No.
Or the one on Crimewatch?

No.

Or Paul O'Grady?
No.

Or Made In Chelsea?
No.

Or Total Wipeout?
I don't have a television, Jack.

Bradstock's out, Bill. We need
to know where he is.

Oh, forget about it, Jack.

Some things are best left
in the past.

Like smallpox, and the Macarena.

You ran the investigation, Bill.

Anything that you can tell us
might help.

It was high profile.

A young woman was killed in
Coldblood.

At the time, Coldblood was a quiet
little village.

Everyone was up in Arms. Arms was
the town where they were based.

We needed a result fast.

Burton Bradstock was the fall guy.

Lee Majors was The Fall Guy.
Not this time.

We embellished a few witness
statements, lost some evidence.

Mimicked the DNA sequence
with a nucleotide fabricator.

Burton Bradstock went down.
Everyone was happy.

Oh, Jesus, Bill!
Don't judge me, Jack.

It was 1996, for God's sake.

Babylon Zoo were number one
for five weeks.

People needed hope. We gave it
to them.

By framing an innocent man?

No wonder Bradstock's out
for vengeance.

You'd better watch out for
yourself, Bill.

Don't you worry about me, Jack.

I always keep my eyes open.

Bradstock's out for revenge. Killing
jurors is just the start of it.

Oldmun?
Oldman. Yes, guv.

You and Hairihan check the cheap
hotels, the flophouses,
the shit caves,

anywhere he used to hang out.

Use a montage if you have to.
Just find 'im.

.

You seen this man?

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

No!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

All right, girls? Have any of you
seen this bloke?

No. OK.

Anne.

This is the hardest thing
I've ever had to say.

I've tried so hard to make
things work but I can't go on.

You live for the job.

It's like I don't exist.

Even now as I'm saying this,
you're not even listening,

You're just standing there
staring at a sheet of paper,

thinking about the boys down
the station.

Did this note come from
the boys down the station?

I can't do this any more.

Pick up suitcases?

Carry on with this relationship.

You'll have to do it alone
from now on.

I'll always love you, Oldman.

Gemma, wait.

Have you seen this man?

Jack, where are you?

Listen, we've got a lead on
Bradstock. You'd better get over
here. I'm on my way.

Seems the appeal worked.
Anonymous tip-off.

A man in a distinctive red hoodie
matching Bradstock's description

was seen hanging around here over
the last couple of days.

Do it.

Des, stop that.

Put that torch on silent.

Oh, sorry, guv.

Guv?

I think you might want to see this.

Keep looking.

Looks like some kind of...

shrine.

What sort of sick mind creates a
shrine to Todd Carty?

What are you doing in my lockup?

This is your lockup?

Yeah, I store chains. Art.

My scrapbook here.

I think there's been some kind
of mistake.

Boys down the station say someone
matching Bradstock's description

has just been spotted
down the Eastridge Mall.

Let's go.

Des?
Yeah, just coming.

Oldman, anything?

Nothing, guv.

Asap?

Negative.

Dick?

Got him, sir. Distinctive red hoodie
heading north on the main entrance.

Julie, he's coming to you.
Pick him up.

Got him, guv. Following.

Distinctive red hoodie. He's
heading down the escalator
to the lower level.

Not too close, Julie.
Will do, guv.

Todd, try to pick him up downstairs.

Got him. Red hoodie coming down the
escalator to the lower level.

Des, have you got him?

Des?

All right, Todd, where is he?

Heading towards the caff on the far
side. I think he's on to us.

OK, back off, back off.

Pete, see if you can pick him up.

Following, sir.

Stick with him, Pete, but be
discreet. Yeah, roger that, guv.

He's going under the limbo pole,
sir. What do you want me to do?

Follow him. Follow him.

OK.

Damn it! All teams, go, go,
go! Pick him up!

That's enough, Todd! Enough!

Todd!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Burton Bradstock,
I arrest you on suspicion of...

not being you.

Damn it!

This is where you got the hoodie?
Yeah.

Where, exactly?

Bradstock.

Heroin export. Looks like he drank
himself to death.

Qureshi, get this sealed off.
Guv.

Carty, call Natasha in Forensics. We
need to establish a time of death.

Yes, sir.

Pete, go and inform the next of kin.
Yes, sir.

More sterling police work, Cloth?

It seems the only way
you can catch a suspect

is when he stops running in favour
of a nice lie-down and a rot.

By the look of Bradstock,
he didn't kill Gavina Duntish.

She's been dead at least 48 hours.

Well, then, I suggest
you find out who did kill her

before you're left completely
in the dust.

But... The dust, Cloth.

Yes, Boss.

I'm recommending him for suspension.

I trust I can count on your support?
He's a good man, sir.

Like I said, I trust I can count on
your support?

Have a relative identify
Bradstock's body.

And don't breathe in for a moment.
I've just been eating Scotch eggs.

If it wasn't Bradstock,
it was someone else.

Let's go back through what we know,
starting with the jury.
Albert Stafford.

We think he's been knifed.
Turns out to be a sword.

Aiden Hawkchurch was handcuffed and
hacked apart with the same weapon.
Ditto, Gavina Duntish.

All of them swiped at, apparently at
random, by someone wielding a sword.

Who swipes at people randomly
with a sword?

George Alagiah?

Lady Justice, sword in one hand,
scales in the other.

And a blindfold.
Blindfold?

Our killer's administering
blind justice.

Bullshit.

Yeah, but it's more specific
than that.

Must have been planned for
some time.

That receipt in Gavina's mouth
was two years old.

So, he's trying to send us a
message?

Why don't they just text?
Out of credit?

The apostles.
They're killing the apostles.

Albert's middle name is Thomas.
Aiden's is Matthew. Gavina is...

Not an apostle.
Not yet.

It makes no sense. It's not the
apostles. Anyway, that's been done.

Wait.

Hawkchurch's stomach contained
laminated pear, right?

Yeah.

On the first day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me...

a partridge in a pear tree.
Mm-hm.

On the second day of Christmas, two
turtle doves. Doves are the symbol
of peace.

Aiden Hawkchurch was found
in pieces!

Yeah, but how can they...
Three French hens!

What if Gavina Duntish
went on a day trip to Calais?

I say give it up.

So, any other theories?

Mega hits of the '80s?

What about favourite Mr Men?

Work it up.

Jack.

Yes?
Jack.

Jack.

Kate! Jack.

Kate. Jack.

Kate. Jack?

Kate, where are you?
I'm in your mind.

And this toilet.

But you're dead.

When you stand in the beyond,
you see many things, Jack.

To unlock the answer, you must heed
the words of an old man.

Which old man?

Oh, you always take me so
literally.

I'd forgotten what a pain in the arse
you can be. Just tell me...

It's like that time we were
at Jacqui's wedding

and I said I wanted to strangle
her brother-in-law

and you got the arse with me.

Which old man?

Anne Oldman.

Your partner.

Aiden Hawkchurch, famous chef. So,
he's got to be Mr Greedy, right?

Albert Stafford, mithering
old sod-box, by all accounts.

So, he's Mr Grumpy.

Or Uppity.
Or Uppity.

Or Bump.
What's it got to do with Bump?

He went in the night.

OK. We'll go with Mr Bump.

Bump's safe. We're keeping Bump.

I'm sorry, Kate.

What for?

For failing you.
I never found your killer.

The answer is closer
than you think, Jack.

It's closer than you think.

Oh, can you please do something
about the bathroom cabinet?

I will.

You promised me for months. It's a
mess. You can't fit anything in.

I know. I promise.

Good.

Bye, love.

That leaves Gavina Duntish
as...

Little Miss... Murdered.

OK, I've got it! Aiden Hawkchurch
was found in handcuffs, correct?

OK, Anne, what did you say about the
receipt in Gavina Duntish's mouth?

Two years old.

It was an old bill. Old bills.
Handcuffs.

The killer is talking directly to
us, to the police.

What about Albert Stafford?

There's nothing police-related
there. Not so.

I took the amusing precaution
of dissecting the cat.

It had swallowed this,
a police-issue whistle.

Don't look so shocked.

It's not the first time I've stood
in this room clutching a dripping
pussy, is it, Jack?

So, the killer is taunting us
over the Bradstock case?

Mocking the boys down the
station.

Bumping off jurors, leaving whistles
and cuffs at the scene.

Oh, my god. What if they've
got access to police records?

Like Roxanne?
Like the address of the safe house.

Crosby, Stills and Nash.

We'd better call an ambulance.

We don't need an ambulance.

We need a hearse.

And an ambulance.

Let's get an ambulance here!

Preacherman's still alive, just.

When he comes round, he might be
able to tell us who did this.

How's Cardboard Cutout doing?

Still no pulse, still not breathing.

Hairihan's talking to her family
now.

No.
Jack?

No. No!

No!
It's not your fault, Jack!

No.
It's not your fault!

There was nothing that we could do.

If we hadn't stopped at
Nando's on the way here...

Apart from that.

An entire building full of innocent
people dead because of me!

For the fifth time this year!

I can't live with that!

Jack, no!

No!
No!

No!
Don't blame yourself, Jack!

Blame whoever did this!

Blame the five minute wait
for my peri-peri halloumi.

Or blame the rain, if you have to!

Why the rain?

Because it's cold and senseless,
Jack!

Like these murders!

Because it lashes us mercilessly
like this damn job!

Because in Spain
it falls mainly on the plain!

And here it falls on all of us!

Oh!
Even you, Jack!

Oh!
Even you!

Fuck the rain!

Fuck the rain!

Fuck the rain!

Fuck the rain!

Oh!

Kate.

Kate.

Jack?

I'm coming to be with you, Kate.

Jack.
I'm coming.

- I'm coming.
- Jack?

I'm coming, Kate.

Oh, Kate! I'm coming, Kate!

Aah!
I'm coming!

What in God's tit are you
playing at?

You're coming apart
at the seams, Cloth.

Incompetence is one thing.

Now there's so much blood on his
hands, he's got scabs for
fingernails.

Cloth can wrap this up, sir.
I know it.

You don't know Jack, sir.

I know he's receiving these
dismissal papers tomorrow morning.

You can't hang Cloth out to dry.

I will see you in my office at 8am.

And don't keep me waiting, Oldmun.
Oldman.

Don't keep me waiting, Oldman.

Oh, piss.

Dr Bernardi to the Almost Dead
Jurors Ward.

Dr Bernardi to the Almost Dead Jurors
Ward.

You're through to Cloth's hand.

Jack, it's me.
Where are you?

I'm with the boys down the station.
Jack, there's not a lot of time to
wrap this up.

Boss is on the warpath and the
credits run in ten minutes.

Let them roll.

I'm here to see Andy Preacherman.
You can't go in there.

Yes, I can.
I'm telling you it's impossible.

And I'm telling you it's
a murder enquiry.

Mr Preacherman's through here.

Thank you.

How is he?

He can't take much strain
so go easy on him.

Mr Preacherman.

I want to ask you some
questions, if that's OK?

OK.

Do you remember who did
this to you?

Yeah... yes.

Who was it?

For Christ's sake, be careful.

Guh...

God? Do you blame God?
Gah...

Geh...

Gethin Jones. Find and kill
Gethin Jones!

Get... off...

my... pipe.

It was the policeman.

What?

The policeman put on a blindfold and
got me with a sword.

Which policeman?

The one we laughed at in court
when we were jurors.

Years ago.

I remember it like it was
happening now.

But in flashback.

He was giving evidence.

And the way he spoke, it was...

We absolutely fell about!

Just thinking about it,
honestly!

You... you probably had to be
there.

Who is he, the policeman?

It w... wa...

It... it w-w-w-w-weu-eurgh...

What's wrong with him now?
He's having an implausible relapse.

Leave. Leave now or he'll die.

Go now!

Now! Go!

Get out! Go!

Now! Go! Go!

Leave! Go!

Get out!

Go!

Go away! Go!

Get out! Go away!

Go!

To the corridor outside!

It's not about taunting the cops.
It's about a cop being taunted.

All this time, it was one of the
boys down the station.

Who was on that case?
It's got to be in the records.

Guv? You might want to see this.

Bookmark it. Keep looking.

Eh?

My God.

Stop him!

Der Weisse Engel! Der Weisse Engel!

Der Weisse Engel!

Got it. Bradstock, '96.

Officer in charge of
investigation...

It's your old guv, guv.
Bill Ball.

Bill Ball? No, it can't be.

No, wait.

Ball didn't actually give evidence
at the trial. The only officer that
did was...

Now it all makes sense.

So, you want me
to tell tales on him, Boss?

Just keep me in the loop.

Like I said, I trust I can count
on your support.

Would you write the address
of the safe house on this
envelope for me?

Don't just stand there, Oldman. Help
me lick the blood off this sword.

Yes, what I'm doing, I'm murdering
jurors that laughed at me.

Yeah, here, let me write it on
your hand.

I just didn't put it together
until now.

So, here we are, Mr Preacherman.

It would seem that arse Cloth

has finally stumbled upon the link
between 12 men and women
good and true.

Except it's true... that you weren't
very good, were you?

And I appear to have picked
up my wife's gloves again.

No matter.

Well.

So amusing, wasn't it,
Mr Preacherman?

So funny.

Responding to the call, I quickly
entered from the rear.

Er... almost immediately, I
came across

a female lying face down
on the sofa.

Um... I then pulled out
and decided not to re-enter

without taking precautions.

Um... as I did not want to
contaminate the lady's front garden.

Er... when the forensic officer
arrived...

I took her up the back passage...

which had been recently evacuated.

Er... she performed a physical
exam...

and remarked that, er... while
it was not as stiff
as she had anticipated,

er... there was significant
swelling around the head,

which was purple and shiny
and had only one eye...

one eye which was leaking
a milky white...

Not funny.

If you had seen it, big...

shiny purple head,

dribbling milky white fluid
from its one dark hollow eye...

Stop laughing, eh?
Stop laughing at me, please!

Stop! I had nightmares!

Stop laughing at me!

I'm a police officer! I'll kill you!

I'll kill you all!

Just a young officer trying to
do his job.

Well.

I have one more job to do.

Yes, one more job...

before I retire.

Time for sentencing,
Mr Preacherman.

Guilty!
Oh!

Oh.
It's over, Tom. Give it up.

Switching places with my intended
victim so that I would murder you
in his place?

Huh. It's a clever move, Cloth.

But I can still outsmart you
by running away.

Oh!
Oh, my god!

He's headed for Denouement Heights!

.

not so long ago we were just over
there in Albert Stafford's flat,

with his attractive granddaughter.

Happier times, Jack.

Why did you do it, Tom?

That day in court...

the laughter.

The humiliation.

Do you have any idea what that did
to my confidence, my career?

You made Assistant Chief
Constable at 38.

You were the
fastest-promoted officer this
force has ever had.

Exactly. It drove me on.

"I'll show them," I said to myself.

I worked like a dog tied to a
horse, day in, day out.

Promotions, commendations.

I hated myself for it
but I just couldn't stop.

Those bastards made my career.

Well, it's over now.

It's over for you.

You're finished, Cloth.

What the Finnish call...

fee-neeshed.

Shoot me, and I'll bleed in
your face.

Oh, always have to play the hero,
don't you, Jack?

Couldn't save your Kate,
though, could you?

What?

Yes, that's right.

It was me.

I lured her to that eerie stock
footage and prop warehouse.

Hello?

I lured her there on the night
of the officers' ball.

And I shot her.

Tom?
I shot her with a gun.

A gun full of bullets, bullets
that kill.

Tom!

And I killed her.

Do you know what she said
as the bullet went in?

Ouch.

Ouch. That's what she said.
Kate's final word.

Why did you do it? Why kill Kate?

Isn't it obvious? You were shit-hot,
Jack. You'd have been promoted
above me.

I knew I had to break you.

So I killed her.

No!

I saw you at the funeral.

You were crying.

Did you feel nothing?
Only my cheeks getting damp.

But...
Damp, Cloth!

But while those crocodile tears
fibbed down my face, I was laughing
inside.

Like this. Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Dead wife? Ha-ha-ha.
Bastard.

No, Jack, don't! He wants you
to rush him.

He'll shoot you.
That's what guns are for.

And he's clearly got one.

That's what's in his hand!

So what? I've got nothing to
live for.

You have!
Look at my life, Oldmun.

Oldman.
Oldman, look at my life.

I'm a lot like you were!

Idealistic.

Committed. Sanctimonious.

You can be all those things
again.

We make a lot of sacrifices in
this job, don't we?

Don't make another.

Is this going to take much longer?
I've got a man to shoot.

Think of Kate.

Think of me.

Think of the boys down the station.
Oh, stop going on about them!

No, Jack!

Oh! Jack?

Jack, I'm here!

Goodbye, Cloth.

Goodbye, Oldmun.
Oldman!

Whatever.

Jack.

Oh! Oh, Jack!

Uh.

I wondered why I put that in
there.

Come on, Jack.
Oh!

Ow!

He asked for a result.
And we gave him one.

Top work.
Well done.

Mm, yeah.

Jack, where are you going?

Home.

Jack, wait.

You live that way.

Jack, wait!

I've been fooled before,
Oldmun.

Oldman.

I've been fooled before, Oldman. I
won't be fooled a second time.

I'm not trying to fool you, Jack.

You've got a fiancee.

Not any more.

You're gay.

Bi, Jack.

Jack, wait.

Fucking hell.

Let me walk with you.

Murdered by a killer.
Arthur Killer.

This is the work of Arthur Killer.

Find Arthur Killer!
I'm on it, guv.

Guv.

Admit it, Killer! It was me.

Tell the truth! I did it!
Liar!

Tell the truth!

You're facing the sack!

But... The sack, Cloth!