WPC 56 (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Great Pretenders - full transcript
As William Parker is finally laid to rest Sergeant Pratt recalls how Coulson tried to beat a confession out of Evans but Burns takes Gina to see another likely suspect,baker Henry Fuller,who had argued with Stanley's brutal father. Gina hears from Mrs Fuller that her husband had had an affair with female employee Sarah,who disappeared at much the same time as the boys. Meanwhile,tipped off by Fenton's informant Brody,the police prepare to foil a bank raid but look stupid when a different bank is robbed. Fenton is humiliated but tracks a gang member to the hide-out and leads a successful raid. As Donald's trial begins Gina interviews a third woman attacked in the park and goes to court where she persuades Sylvia to tell the truth,leading to Donald's acquittal. Gina is commended by Nelson and Burns - increasing Fenton's hostility towards her - but Burns has his own problems when Deborah has a breakdown and needs hospital admission. Gina and Cathy go to a coffee bar with their boyfriends where a fight breaks out and Eddie,trying to stop it,is stabbed.
He hurt my boy, Inspector. I already
know the killer's identity.
John Evans. Body hanged.
Evans was just sitting there
rocking,
singing a nursery rhyme
about the gingerbread man.
I've had too much to drink.
I think you've had
just the right amount.
Why won't you ever let me have
any fun?
You won't want to arrest me.
Not now.
What are you talking about?
Bank job. All right? Big one.
He was cutting my hair.
Why did he do that?
Donald is in jail.
He's been charged with attacking
a girl, called Sylvia. Never.
You see that girl? Him love her.
You're a disgrace to the uniform.
When Nelson hears about this,
you won't be my problem any more.
Good riddance.
'You want to do me a favour?
'Certainly. Tell them
to put Dave Deets in.
'Dave Deets? He's a good man.
'I thought he was one of that
City Hall bunch?
'He's a good lieutenant
'and maybe he never had the chance
to do the job he'd like to.
'Well, you'll be betting 1,000
so far. I'll think about it.'
Gina! Sorry.
Ow. I've got it.
'Good night. Good night, dear.'
Good night, Sarge. Night, Tom.
All right, Sidney?
Do you mind? People know me in here.
Well, I couldn't very well come down
the station, now, could I?
You don't come to me EVER. Got it?
That bank job, it's going ahead.
Remember that kid, Kevin?
Well, I finally got him
to open his mouth.
I'm listening.
Must have been his nerves
or something
but you should have been there,
it was great.
He was knocking back
pint after pint.
I mean, once he started talking,
I didn't think he'd shut up!
Something you two have in common,
then. So, when's the job?
Yeah, that's the thing.
It's tomorrow.
Tomorrow?!
I've only just got him to talk now,
haven't I?
Which bank,
or am I supposed to guess?
The bank on Brook Street, 11am.
Pleasure doing business with you,
amigo.
I wouldn't go that far.
'Poor Frank. Mayor elect,
'and all night
people have been wanting favours,
'and from now on, everybody...'
Bill, stop it! Stop what?
You two, pack it in, or you're out.
Yeah, all right, you can turn
your little light off now.
Just cos a man wouldn't touch HER
with a barge pole. I heard that.
Get out! All right!
Can't you people take a joke?
You couldn't keep your mouth shut!
It's not funny.
We can still make last orders.
I'm buying.
I dunno, I'm at work tomorrow.
Don't remind me.
Eh?
Nothing.
That's our bus now.
Right, we'll say good night.
Come on, Gina.
See you tomorrow,
if I've still got a job.
It'll be fine. Mr Nelson's
not as scary as he looks.
But Sergeant Fenton is.
Hurry up, you're going to miss it!
Night.
What was that about? Just work stuff.
Shall we go for that drink now?
I've got a better idea.
I was thinking we should take
the girls abroad this summer.
Take the Blue Train
to the Cote D'Azur.
They'd love it.
We'll see.
Should I be worried about you?
Worried?
You've not been yourself lately.
Maybe you should go
and see Dr Hurley again.
Ugh. You know I can't bear
that disgusting little Freudian.
You know he actually believes
cigarettes are like nipples...
Or teats, as he calls them.
I'm sorry about your birthday,
but I'm fine - really.
I just had one too many cocktails.
Can we put it behind us? Please?
It's too cold for a walk.
Come on, you'll soon warm up.
When's this car of yours
going to be finished?
You can't rush a work of art.
I want my girl to ride in style.
Bill! Not here!
You didn't mind in the pictures!
It was dark in there.
It's dark here!
Somebody's coming!
It's nobody.
Bill, don't.
Bill, I don't want to!
You never want to do anything,
do you?
I'm sorry. I just think
we should wait, that's all.
Then, don't act like
you're up for it.
Bill, please.
Bill, don't leave me here!
Today, we lay William Parker to rest.
No death passes easily...
but it is especially hard
when the life ended
is one of someone so young,
so full of innocence.
At times like this, we must remember
that innocence is a state of grace,
and it is in this state
that our children,
the ones who leave us too soon,
remain.
Let us turn to Psalm 23.
The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
He maketh me
to lie down in green pastures...
He leadeth me
beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul,
he leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness for his name's sake.
Keep your eyes peeled
and your traps shut!
That means you, Pratt.
I want nothing missed, else
we'll search the entire area again.
Yes, Sergeant Coulson.
Yea, though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for thou art with me...
Confess, Evans!
They comfort me.
Confess!
In the presence of mine enemies,
thou anointest my head with oil.
Run, run, run as fast as you can.
You can't catch me...
My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall
follow me all the days of my life
and I will dwell
in the house of the Lord... forever.
Amen.
Amen.
It was good of you to come,
Mr Marsh.
I wasn't sure
that it was my place to.
I'm sure they appreciate
everyone being here.
Unless you'd like your next picture
to be of your tonsils,
I suggest you take your camera
and leave.
I'm just doing my job.
Yeah? And I'm just doing mine.
Oh, really? Found
the other missing boy, have you?
It's called instinct.
You can't teach it.
The moment I clapped eyes
on John Evans, I knew he'd done
something sickening to those boys.
My only regret is that he died
with a bed sheet round his neck.
Should've been a hangman's noose.
Ooh, you're a treasure, Glenda,
you know that?
We're going to stop a bank raid.
Probably have to use our weapons.
Really? I don't see YOU with a gun.
He has to hit puberty first.
Right, listen up.
Timing's tight on this one,
so I want you sharp
and I want you prepared.
The robbery's planned for 11am.
I think you'll agree,
that's cutting it fine,
so no mucking about.
Eddie! Look alive, son.
Let's get into position early
and familiarise ourselves
with the layout so we can prepare
for any cock-ups.
Let's move!
Go get 'em, girls.
I'd bring you out with us, Pratt,
but I don't know
if the van suspension could take it.
You've got the guns,
I've got the buns.
You're sure of your information on
this, are you, Sergeant? 100%, sir.
Oh, and one other thing, sir...
Better smarten up, love.
Chief Inspector Nelson wants
to see you in his office.
Now.
Yes, Sergeant.
Come in.
Yes?
Well, what do you want?
Sir, I thought you wanted to see me.
You? What for?
My mistake, sir.
Something you're not telling me,
Dawson?
No, sir.
All right, then. Back to work.
Thank you, sir.
One word from me...
The arrogance of the man.
He talks about the case like
he solved it.
As far as Coulson's concerned,
he DID solve it.
By questioning only one suspect?
Who said he did?
Wait, you're saying
there was a second suspect?
Yeah. His name was Henry Fuller.
Runs the bakery on Portland Street.
I know that bakery.
Yeah, course you do.
They make the best cakes
in the world.
I know. Have you tried
their chocolate eclairs?
Any idea why the baker was
questioned?
Sorry, you'll have to ask him
yourself. Thanks.
Well, come on, then. Me, sir?
You can talk to the wife.
And I might even buy you a cake.
Soon as they pull up,
we'll make our move.
Fletch, you block 'em in
with the van.
The rest of us'll surround
the vehicle.
Any luck, and they won't know
what's hit 'em.
Oh, that is just disgusting.
Come on, who was that? Eddie?
Oh, that's not even funny, that!
Just the two, is it?
That's two and six, thanks.
That's lovely.
Mr Fuller?
Detective Inspector Burns.
Detective.
Do you mind
if I ask you a few questions?
Didn't I see you at the funeral
this morning?
Me and half the town.
Of course. I was just wondering
if you knew the boy.
It's no secret I knew William.
Him and the other boy, Stanley,
they came in here all the time,
back when me father ran the place.
I just want to clarify
a couple of things, Mr Fuller.
Can you explain
why you were questioned
after the boys disappeared?
Because of the row
with Stanley's father.
You argued? What about?
Look, I explained all this
at the time.
Stanley was half-starved.
He had lice.
Bruises on him sometimes.
Well, I had to say something.
His father didn't take too kindly
to it.
He'd had a few too many drinks,
he took a swing at me, so I hit him.
I see. Then he started shouting
all about the place that
I was interested in kids, you know?
Said Stanley couldn't set foot
in the place again.
Ah, of course,
everyone knew it was rubbish,
but when the boys disappeared,
my name was first on the list,
until they arrested that halfwit.
Right. What about Stanley's father?
Do you think he could've done
something to the boys?
Nah, he was in prison at the time.
1925? Yeah, that was the year
the shop was opened.
You haven't changed a bit,
Mrs Fuller.
And who's the other lady?
Er, I forget her name.
We've had so many shop assistants
over the years, we've lost count,
isn't that right, Gracie?
So, can I help you
with anything else, Detective?
Actually, yes.
Two of those, please.
On the house.
That's very kind. Thank you.
If you remember anything else,
you can reach me at the station.
You shouldn't have lied.
We need supplies.
What's the point
of bringing it all up again?
It's in the past. Oh, really?
Maybe for YOU, it is!
You're not right in the head, woman!
Oh, buzz off!
Trouble in paradise.
You'd better go back in. She might
say more with him out the way.
You're not going to eat my cake,
are you, sir?
I can't promise anything.
Are you all right, Mrs Fuller?
Oh! Yes. I... I just had an accident.
You remember her name,
don't you, Mrs Fuller?
Please.
We just want to try to understand
what happened all those years ago.
Even the smallest details
can be useful.
Oh! Sorry, we're closed.
Sorry.
Her name was Sarah Freeman.
She worked with us
for a couple of months.
Henry's father rented her a room
upstairs.
I never liked her very much.
That's not very charitable of me,
I suppose.
Her husband was killed
in the Great War.
Although she never talked about it
much.
Never said much about anything.
Did she get along with anyone else?
She was very good with the children
that came into the shop.
Those two boys took a shine to her.
So, it seems, did Henry.
She was very beautiful, you know.
That picture doesn't do her justice.
Did your husband admit the affair?
No.
He didn't need to.
One day...
Sarah just upped and left
without a word.
Never even handed in her notice.
Henry's father was furious.
Not Henry, though.
He just kept quiet.
Wouldn't look me in the eye.
He still can't.
I wouldn't have liked her very much
either, Mrs Fuller.
Liven up!
I'm sorry, sir.
Sorry doesn't even cover it, Fenton!
You've made a complete
laughing stock of us!
I've just had Sullivan on the phone
from The Brinford Times,
asking why an armed gang made off
with hundreds of pounds in cash
while all of my officers
were picking their teeth
on the other side of town!
I'll catch them, sir. Forgive me
if that doesn't exactly fill me
with confidence!
What is it?
Thank you, Sergeant Pratt.
Put him through.
Chief Coulson.
Yes. Of course, sir.
Does the name Sarah Freeman
jog your memory?
Right, of course. That's it.
Let's drop the pretence, shall we?
You remember her all too well,
don't you, Mr Fuller?
I made a mistake a long time ago.
I love my wife.
I couldn't care less.
And since your wife seems to know
all about it,
I'm confused as to why
you're still covering it up.
It's just not something
I'm proud of, that's all.
Would you say you're a private man,
Mr Fuller? No more than anyone else.
Is that the room she rented?
Did the two of you
find privacy there?
No, never! Not with your wife
under the same roof. I see.
Where, then?
Is this really necessary? Where?
In the woods.
Could you have been seen?
No. We were careful.
Did the boys see you two together?
Of course no!
Tell me about when Sarah left.
Was it before or after
the boys went missing?
I don't remember.
You don't remember much, do you?
And I imagine if those boys saw
something they shouldn't have,
you wouldn't want them remembering.
I never touched them.
Then, tell me why Sarah left,
without warning, without reason.
Because she was pregnant.
I'm sorry! You will be!
I told you everything I know,
I swear!
Oof!
Kev must've given me
the wrong address!
Oh, really? I didn't notice! Oh!
Which means either he's on to us,
or...
I don't know,
maybe the gang didn't trust him.
Something I intend to ask
the little runt!
No, wait! Y-Y-You can't!
He'll know I grassed.
That's your problem.
Now, tell me where he is!
Just listen to me, all right?
You'll never get him to talk.
I have powers of persuasion,
don't you worry.
If you arrest him now,
you'll just have him to show for it.
But if you wait, there's still a
chance you can catch the whole gang.
I'm listening.
Kev's on his way over here now.
Let me talk to him.
If he doesn't know you're following
him, he'll lead you straight to 'em.
What makes you think he'll lead me
anywhere other than his mum's house?
He won't. He won't. I-I promise.
I'll make sure of it.
You'd better.
She said if I didn't give her money
for the baby, she'd tell Grace.
So, you did as she asked?
For two years.
Till it got too hard to hide
the payments and I stopped.
I half expected her to come back
and ruin everything.
I never heard from her again.
Can you remember her address?
I doubt she's still there.
Let ME worry about that.
Birmingham.
35 Jellicoe Road.
Please don't tell my wife anything.
She couldn't have children herself.
It would kill her.
All right, Kev? All right.
I'll take that now. Sure.
Here we go, amigo. Cheers.
Cheers.
Do you think
Mr Fuller's telling the truth?
We'll find out once I've tracked
down this Sarah Freeman.
Presuming she ever left here alive.
You mean, he could've killed
all three of them?
You'd be surprised
what people are capable of.
Good work today, Dawson.
Thank you, sir.
Not interrupting, am I? Not at all.
I should get back.
Ladies.
What are you playing at?
What do you mean?
I mean you,
flirting with a married man.
I wasn't flirting with him!
How do you think Frank would feel
if he saw you carrying on like that?
And what about you and Eddie?
Always having cosy chats.
I bet Bill would have something
to say about that an' all.
I'm not interested in Eddie,
and you know it.
Yeah.
But HE doesn't, though, does he?
Which is just the way you like it.
Fine. Turn it around on me
if you want to.
But Frank's a good man and he doesn't
deserve you stringing him along.
It's easy for you to say.
At least you've got some excitement
in your life.
You ought to make up your mind
what you want.
I ain't scared of 'em!
I'm just saying
I wouldn't blame you if you was.
But I'm not.
I'll go and get my money right now.
That's the spirit.
Don't take no for an answer!
I'm so glad you're home!
Don't I look fabulous?
Where did you get that? It's
from Milan. Or should I say Milano?
Did your father give it to you?
It's so soft.
I think I'm going to wear it
to sleep in it from now on.
Deborah, where did you get the coat?
Really, Jack,
is that all you can say?
Just answer the question. I got it
from Lewis's on shop credit.
Without even asking me? Look,
there's no need to make a fuss.
You'll pay it back in a few months.
We can't afford it.
I thought
you wanted me to look my best.
Take it off, I'm returning it.
No. Deborah, I mean it,
we have to take it back.
No, you're not taking it!
Ow! Ah! No! Let go! No!
Deborah, stop!
No, let me go! Let me go!
OK. Shhh.
Shhh. I'm sorry.
Mister?
Mister, spare some change?
Get lost.
Go on. I said scram.
Go on, sling your hook.
I'll be back, you know. Yeah?
All I said was, "Didn't you
double check the address?"
Everything all right? Yeah.
Water needs changing.
Sorry - about last night.
You should be.
I had to walk home on my own.
Look, I know I shouldn't
have acted in that way.
I just... I can't help it, Cathy.
You drive me crazy.
I can't keep my hands off you.
Well, you're going to have to, Bill.
I'm not the sort of girl to fool
around, so if that's what you want
you better find someone else.
I don't WANT anybody else.
They're beautiful. Just like you.
I, er, typed up your reports, sir.
I had to do a fair bit of guesswork,
your handwriting's terrible!
Just leave them there.
Is there something else you wanted,
Dawson? No, sir.
You better have the right location
this time, Fenton,
or heads will roll.
The first being yours.
Right, I need six volunteers
for a raid on a mechanic's garage.
Looks like I've managed to locate
the hideout of the bank robbers.
I'd say we all looked
pretty foolish yesterday.
It wasn't me who drove the van up
a one-way street, was it, Fletcher?
So who's with me? Sarge.
All right, all right,
roll your tongues back in, lads.
You've got work to do.
Wow, you... You look amazing, Cathy.
A real knockout.
Thank you, Officer Coulson.
Officer? I think you know
I'm already spoken for, Eddie.
And I'd appreciate it
if you acted accordingly.
Eddie? Move your feet!
Dawson.
You're needed in the interview room.
Husband and wife want to make
a report. What about, Sergeant?
Wouldn't say.
Everybody stay where you are!
Put your hands in the air!
Put your hands where I can see them!
Get down on the floor!
Slowly! Slowly!
Eddie?
Check the car. Cuff them, lads.
Keep them covered, Fletch.
Talk to me, Eddie!
Clear in the back.
Keep them covered.
Over here, Sergeant!
That's my boy!
Go fetch the camera out of the van.
Yes, Sarge. Good lad.
She was attacked. Can you tell me
what happened, Mrs Cook?
Last night on my way home from work,
I went through the park,
and this man... Show her, Mary.
Just show her!
He didn't hurt her or nothing,
but I still think something
should be done.
I mean, cutting off
a woman's hair like that,
I mean, you'd have to be sick
in the head wouldn't you? Mrs Cook,
I know this is difficult,
but I have to ask.
Did this man
do anything else to you?
What you mean, anything else?
Mr Cook, perhaps you'd like to
step out of the room for a moment.
I'm going nowhere
until I know what's going on.
Mary?
He had a knife.
You mean...
You let him... It was rape, Mr Cook.
Don't you dare say that word to me!
Don't you dare!
I won't have people saying that
about my wife, do you hear me?
No.
No, someone cut her hair.
That's all.
Tell her, Mary.
I need some air.
It was my own fault.
Phillip told me to take the bus,
but I like to save the fare.
Just for little things.
Treats for the children.
None of this was your fault.
You saw the way
me husband looked at me.
What if that never changes?
I just need to get a few details.
Did you manage to get
a good look at him?
It was dark,
but I remember he looked...
ordinary.
He didn't have a beard.
His hair was dark, I think.
He wasn't tall, but he was strong.
I can't imagine
how hard this must be for you.
Are you prepared
to make a formal statement?
I suppose so.
We'll just go over
some of the details
to make sure they're all correct
before you sign it.
Is that all right?
How long will that take?
Not long, I promise.
What about me husband?
I'll see if I can find him.
Can you describe
how the defendant came to be
arrested on the night
of Miss Stewart's attack?
We received a call from a member
of the public, a Mr Kenneth Davis,
at approximately 9.25pm.
And what was Mr Davis' account
of the incident?
Mr Davis and his friend heard a
woman's screams in the proximity
of Victoria Park.
When they ran to assist the woman,
they saw her lying on the ground and
Mr Palmer was crouching over her.
When they challenged him,
he tried to run away,
but they managed to apprehend him
and hand him over to us
when we arrived on the scene
a short while later.
What was Mr Palmer's physical state
when you got there, Sergeant Fenton?
When we arrested him, he had
blood on his hands and clothes
and he was highly agitated.
What did you do next,
Sergeant Fenton?
We took him into custody, sir,
where we later questioned him
about his reasons
for being in the park.
At first he said
he was just having a walk.
However, he later changed his story
and claimed to have had
a relationship with Miss Stewart.
Quiet in the court.
Please go on, Sergeant Fenton.
I took it as a cowardly attempt
to besmirch an innocent girl's
good character.
My Lord, that was conjecture.
Mr Walker, I must advise you
to proceed with caution.
Sergeant Fenton,
what reason would Mr Palmer have
to invent such a story?
To justify his intentions
towards her.
And what, in your opinion,
were his intentions?
My Lord, the Sergeant's opinion...
I think he followed Miss Stewart
through the park
with the intention
of taking her virtue.
My Lord, that is pure speculation.
Members of the jury,
please pay no regard
to Sergeant Fenton's opinions.
It will be a matter
for YOU to decide
whether the defendant changed
his story because he was lying,
and seeking to justify
other intentions, or not.
What's this?
There's been another attack
in the park. When?
Last night. Her name's Mary Cook.
Her hair was cut off with a knife,
same as with Anna Pearce.
Thanks, I'll take it from here.
Sir, both the women were blonde,
just like Sylvia Stewart.
Dawson... Donald Palmer
is being sentenced today.
You could go to the judge and
tell him there's been others.
I know you mean well,
but you have to face facts.
If Sylvia's accused him,
there's nothing we can do.
It's for the courts to decide now.
Miss Stewart's an attractive
young girl, isn't she, Mr Palmer?
I have no doubt
she's a friendly girl too.
Friendly enough to smile
at a bus conductor
on her way home from work, yes?
My Lord, this is irrelevant.
Choose your words carefully,
Mr Walker.
Mr Palmer, did you follow
Miss Stewart off the bus?
I tell her my shift finished, so
we walk together through the park.
You expect the jury to believe
that she went with you willingly?
It's the truth.
Well, forgive me, Mr Palmer,
but the part that confuses me
is where Miss Stewart ends up
screaming for her life
as she is beaten unconscious!
If you are innocent
of this despicable act,
perhaps you'd like to inform us
who else WAS responsible?
I don't know who it was. Just a man!
Just a man.
Not THIS man... covered with blood
and fleeing from the scene.
It was some phantom who apparently
no-one but Mr Palmer could see.
Not even Miss Stewart.
Mind if I sit here? No.
We've met. At the hospital.
I remember.
How are you?
What do you want? Just to talk.
Sylvia, I know you're scared
right now.
But just think
how Donald must be feeling.
Serves him right, then,
wouldn't you say?
It's time
to start telling the truth.
I HAVE told the truth.
Do you really think you'll be able
to live with yourself
knowing that you've sent
an innocent man to prison?
I don't have to listen to this.
There have been other attacks
in the park, Sylvia.
Two other women, raped.
That could've been you,
if Donald hadn't scared him off.
Is this any way to repay him?
If you care about Donald at all,
you'll do what's right.
Mr Stewart. Officer.
Come on, Sylvie.
Will the defendant please stand?
Will the foreman please stand?
Mr Foreman, have the jury reached
a verdict on Count One
of this indictment
upon which you are all agreed?
We have, Your Honour.
Mr Foreman,
on Count One of the indictment,
causing grievous bodily harm
with intent,
contrary to section 18
of the Of fences Against the Person
Act 1861,
do you find the defendant,
Donald Palmer,
guilty or not guilty?
Guilty.
Guilty?!
Thank you, members of the jury.
Mr Palmer, I am appalled
at your callous attitude towards
a country that has hitherto
welcomed you to its shores.
You are a disgrace to your people,
and a danger to ours.
I find it incumbent on me
to pass a severe sentence
so that it may act as a deterrent
to others in your position,
tempted to abuse
this country's hospitality.
You shall be imprisoned for no less
than a period of 15 years.
15 years!
Take him down.
Judge, you can't do that!
He didn't do it.
He didn't do it.
My Lord!
Miss Stewart has something to say.
He didn't do it, My Lord.
Sylvia! He didn't do it!
Donald would never hurt me.
Miss Stewart, think very carefully
about what you're saying.
I'm sorry, My Lord, but I lied.
It wasn't Donald.
The man who attacked me was white.
He had a knife.
Mr Walker,
please approach the bench...
Donald, I'm sorry.
I want to see Inspector Nelson.
No chance. What's your reaction
to Donald Palmer's acquittal,
Inspector Nelson?
A second embarrassment
in as many days, wouldn't you say?
Sergeant Pratt,
escort Mr Sullivan out, please.
With pleasure. Did your officers
judge Mr Palmer
on the colour of his skin?
Come on, son, out you go.
Are they going to arrest
the right man this time? Go on, out!
Now, THAT is a good question.
With respect, sir,
it's not our fault the girl lied.
Apart from Constable Dawson,
did anyone take the time
to look into Palmer's claims?
Oh, she looked into them, all right.
Two nights ago I had to rescue her
from a coloured nightclub.
Dawson? Sir, I... She'd gone in there
without permission,
stirring up trouble.
Just like today.
Turning up at court, influencing
a witness to change her statement.
She should be sacked!
For what, exactly? Being right?
We should've listened to her
in the first place.
I should've known you'd stick up
for her. What does THAT mean?
It's clear to everyone, Burns.
All right, enough!
What's done is done.
You'll let her
get away with it, sir?
I'll concentrate
on what's important -
the fact that three women have now
been attacked at knife-point
and it's happened on our watch.
From now on,
we pool all our resources
and we step up our patrols
in Victoria Park.
If we don't stop this man,
he will strike again.
Deborah? Daddy?
It's all right, girls.
Ah! Damn it!
Girls, girls,
just stand over there.
Everything's all right.
Everything's fine. Deborah!
Where's Mummy? Upstairs.
OK, girls, into the living room.
Go on. Run, run.
Deborah!
Deborah.
Wake up.
What? You left something
on the stove.
What? Leave me alone.
The girls were alone down there.
Just let me sleep. Deborah,
you could have all burned to death!
Get up! And see to your children.
Stop it! Stop it, Jack!
Please, I can't!
Chrome hub caps?
Do you ever save your wages?
What for? I just borrow yours.
Didn't know it was fancy dress.
Could you walk any slower?
I'm not running in these heels, Gina.
Where you going?
I forgot to lock the storeroom.
Do you want a coffee? Can we get
a couple of coffees in here?
I don't believe it!
It's Marilyn Monroe!
So? Do you like it?
I love it! You look gorgeous!
Don't she look gorgeous?
They're just playing silly beggars.
He's right, just ignore them.
Shall I put some music on?
Good idea.
What are you doing, love?
We're only having a bit of a bun.
This is your favourite,
isn't it, Gina?
Jack, please. I don't want to go.
Please don't let them take me! Jack!
Please! Jack, please!
You've got some front
coming in here, you have.
Come to chat up my bird again,
have you?
We were just talking... Shut up!
No-one talks to my bird
without my say-so.
You're not on duty now.
Johnny!
Come on, then!
You talking to my bird?
You talking to my bird?!
Hey? You talking to my bird?
Hey? Hey? Hey?
Go on, Johnny!
Let's go!
Eddie! Eddie!
Call for an ambulance!
Eddie!
I need something, anything,
a handkerchief,
to stop the blood...
Anything!
It's OK, it's OK. And breathe...
know the killer's identity.
John Evans. Body hanged.
Evans was just sitting there
rocking,
singing a nursery rhyme
about the gingerbread man.
I've had too much to drink.
I think you've had
just the right amount.
Why won't you ever let me have
any fun?
You won't want to arrest me.
Not now.
What are you talking about?
Bank job. All right? Big one.
He was cutting my hair.
Why did he do that?
Donald is in jail.
He's been charged with attacking
a girl, called Sylvia. Never.
You see that girl? Him love her.
You're a disgrace to the uniform.
When Nelson hears about this,
you won't be my problem any more.
Good riddance.
'You want to do me a favour?
'Certainly. Tell them
to put Dave Deets in.
'Dave Deets? He's a good man.
'I thought he was one of that
City Hall bunch?
'He's a good lieutenant
'and maybe he never had the chance
to do the job he'd like to.
'Well, you'll be betting 1,000
so far. I'll think about it.'
Gina! Sorry.
Ow. I've got it.
'Good night. Good night, dear.'
Good night, Sarge. Night, Tom.
All right, Sidney?
Do you mind? People know me in here.
Well, I couldn't very well come down
the station, now, could I?
You don't come to me EVER. Got it?
That bank job, it's going ahead.
Remember that kid, Kevin?
Well, I finally got him
to open his mouth.
I'm listening.
Must have been his nerves
or something
but you should have been there,
it was great.
He was knocking back
pint after pint.
I mean, once he started talking,
I didn't think he'd shut up!
Something you two have in common,
then. So, when's the job?
Yeah, that's the thing.
It's tomorrow.
Tomorrow?!
I've only just got him to talk now,
haven't I?
Which bank,
or am I supposed to guess?
The bank on Brook Street, 11am.
Pleasure doing business with you,
amigo.
I wouldn't go that far.
'Poor Frank. Mayor elect,
'and all night
people have been wanting favours,
'and from now on, everybody...'
Bill, stop it! Stop what?
You two, pack it in, or you're out.
Yeah, all right, you can turn
your little light off now.
Just cos a man wouldn't touch HER
with a barge pole. I heard that.
Get out! All right!
Can't you people take a joke?
You couldn't keep your mouth shut!
It's not funny.
We can still make last orders.
I'm buying.
I dunno, I'm at work tomorrow.
Don't remind me.
Eh?
Nothing.
That's our bus now.
Right, we'll say good night.
Come on, Gina.
See you tomorrow,
if I've still got a job.
It'll be fine. Mr Nelson's
not as scary as he looks.
But Sergeant Fenton is.
Hurry up, you're going to miss it!
Night.
What was that about? Just work stuff.
Shall we go for that drink now?
I've got a better idea.
I was thinking we should take
the girls abroad this summer.
Take the Blue Train
to the Cote D'Azur.
They'd love it.
We'll see.
Should I be worried about you?
Worried?
You've not been yourself lately.
Maybe you should go
and see Dr Hurley again.
Ugh. You know I can't bear
that disgusting little Freudian.
You know he actually believes
cigarettes are like nipples...
Or teats, as he calls them.
I'm sorry about your birthday,
but I'm fine - really.
I just had one too many cocktails.
Can we put it behind us? Please?
It's too cold for a walk.
Come on, you'll soon warm up.
When's this car of yours
going to be finished?
You can't rush a work of art.
I want my girl to ride in style.
Bill! Not here!
You didn't mind in the pictures!
It was dark in there.
It's dark here!
Somebody's coming!
It's nobody.
Bill, don't.
Bill, I don't want to!
You never want to do anything,
do you?
I'm sorry. I just think
we should wait, that's all.
Then, don't act like
you're up for it.
Bill, please.
Bill, don't leave me here!
Today, we lay William Parker to rest.
No death passes easily...
but it is especially hard
when the life ended
is one of someone so young,
so full of innocence.
At times like this, we must remember
that innocence is a state of grace,
and it is in this state
that our children,
the ones who leave us too soon,
remain.
Let us turn to Psalm 23.
The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
He maketh me
to lie down in green pastures...
He leadeth me
beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul,
he leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness for his name's sake.
Keep your eyes peeled
and your traps shut!
That means you, Pratt.
I want nothing missed, else
we'll search the entire area again.
Yes, Sergeant Coulson.
Yea, though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for thou art with me...
Confess, Evans!
They comfort me.
Confess!
In the presence of mine enemies,
thou anointest my head with oil.
Run, run, run as fast as you can.
You can't catch me...
My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall
follow me all the days of my life
and I will dwell
in the house of the Lord... forever.
Amen.
Amen.
It was good of you to come,
Mr Marsh.
I wasn't sure
that it was my place to.
I'm sure they appreciate
everyone being here.
Unless you'd like your next picture
to be of your tonsils,
I suggest you take your camera
and leave.
I'm just doing my job.
Yeah? And I'm just doing mine.
Oh, really? Found
the other missing boy, have you?
It's called instinct.
You can't teach it.
The moment I clapped eyes
on John Evans, I knew he'd done
something sickening to those boys.
My only regret is that he died
with a bed sheet round his neck.
Should've been a hangman's noose.
Ooh, you're a treasure, Glenda,
you know that?
We're going to stop a bank raid.
Probably have to use our weapons.
Really? I don't see YOU with a gun.
He has to hit puberty first.
Right, listen up.
Timing's tight on this one,
so I want you sharp
and I want you prepared.
The robbery's planned for 11am.
I think you'll agree,
that's cutting it fine,
so no mucking about.
Eddie! Look alive, son.
Let's get into position early
and familiarise ourselves
with the layout so we can prepare
for any cock-ups.
Let's move!
Go get 'em, girls.
I'd bring you out with us, Pratt,
but I don't know
if the van suspension could take it.
You've got the guns,
I've got the buns.
You're sure of your information on
this, are you, Sergeant? 100%, sir.
Oh, and one other thing, sir...
Better smarten up, love.
Chief Inspector Nelson wants
to see you in his office.
Now.
Yes, Sergeant.
Come in.
Yes?
Well, what do you want?
Sir, I thought you wanted to see me.
You? What for?
My mistake, sir.
Something you're not telling me,
Dawson?
No, sir.
All right, then. Back to work.
Thank you, sir.
One word from me...
The arrogance of the man.
He talks about the case like
he solved it.
As far as Coulson's concerned,
he DID solve it.
By questioning only one suspect?
Who said he did?
Wait, you're saying
there was a second suspect?
Yeah. His name was Henry Fuller.
Runs the bakery on Portland Street.
I know that bakery.
Yeah, course you do.
They make the best cakes
in the world.
I know. Have you tried
their chocolate eclairs?
Any idea why the baker was
questioned?
Sorry, you'll have to ask him
yourself. Thanks.
Well, come on, then. Me, sir?
You can talk to the wife.
And I might even buy you a cake.
Soon as they pull up,
we'll make our move.
Fletch, you block 'em in
with the van.
The rest of us'll surround
the vehicle.
Any luck, and they won't know
what's hit 'em.
Oh, that is just disgusting.
Come on, who was that? Eddie?
Oh, that's not even funny, that!
Just the two, is it?
That's two and six, thanks.
That's lovely.
Mr Fuller?
Detective Inspector Burns.
Detective.
Do you mind
if I ask you a few questions?
Didn't I see you at the funeral
this morning?
Me and half the town.
Of course. I was just wondering
if you knew the boy.
It's no secret I knew William.
Him and the other boy, Stanley,
they came in here all the time,
back when me father ran the place.
I just want to clarify
a couple of things, Mr Fuller.
Can you explain
why you were questioned
after the boys disappeared?
Because of the row
with Stanley's father.
You argued? What about?
Look, I explained all this
at the time.
Stanley was half-starved.
He had lice.
Bruises on him sometimes.
Well, I had to say something.
His father didn't take too kindly
to it.
He'd had a few too many drinks,
he took a swing at me, so I hit him.
I see. Then he started shouting
all about the place that
I was interested in kids, you know?
Said Stanley couldn't set foot
in the place again.
Ah, of course,
everyone knew it was rubbish,
but when the boys disappeared,
my name was first on the list,
until they arrested that halfwit.
Right. What about Stanley's father?
Do you think he could've done
something to the boys?
Nah, he was in prison at the time.
1925? Yeah, that was the year
the shop was opened.
You haven't changed a bit,
Mrs Fuller.
And who's the other lady?
Er, I forget her name.
We've had so many shop assistants
over the years, we've lost count,
isn't that right, Gracie?
So, can I help you
with anything else, Detective?
Actually, yes.
Two of those, please.
On the house.
That's very kind. Thank you.
If you remember anything else,
you can reach me at the station.
You shouldn't have lied.
We need supplies.
What's the point
of bringing it all up again?
It's in the past. Oh, really?
Maybe for YOU, it is!
You're not right in the head, woman!
Oh, buzz off!
Trouble in paradise.
You'd better go back in. She might
say more with him out the way.
You're not going to eat my cake,
are you, sir?
I can't promise anything.
Are you all right, Mrs Fuller?
Oh! Yes. I... I just had an accident.
You remember her name,
don't you, Mrs Fuller?
Please.
We just want to try to understand
what happened all those years ago.
Even the smallest details
can be useful.
Oh! Sorry, we're closed.
Sorry.
Her name was Sarah Freeman.
She worked with us
for a couple of months.
Henry's father rented her a room
upstairs.
I never liked her very much.
That's not very charitable of me,
I suppose.
Her husband was killed
in the Great War.
Although she never talked about it
much.
Never said much about anything.
Did she get along with anyone else?
She was very good with the children
that came into the shop.
Those two boys took a shine to her.
So, it seems, did Henry.
She was very beautiful, you know.
That picture doesn't do her justice.
Did your husband admit the affair?
No.
He didn't need to.
One day...
Sarah just upped and left
without a word.
Never even handed in her notice.
Henry's father was furious.
Not Henry, though.
He just kept quiet.
Wouldn't look me in the eye.
He still can't.
I wouldn't have liked her very much
either, Mrs Fuller.
Liven up!
I'm sorry, sir.
Sorry doesn't even cover it, Fenton!
You've made a complete
laughing stock of us!
I've just had Sullivan on the phone
from The Brinford Times,
asking why an armed gang made off
with hundreds of pounds in cash
while all of my officers
were picking their teeth
on the other side of town!
I'll catch them, sir. Forgive me
if that doesn't exactly fill me
with confidence!
What is it?
Thank you, Sergeant Pratt.
Put him through.
Chief Coulson.
Yes. Of course, sir.
Does the name Sarah Freeman
jog your memory?
Right, of course. That's it.
Let's drop the pretence, shall we?
You remember her all too well,
don't you, Mr Fuller?
I made a mistake a long time ago.
I love my wife.
I couldn't care less.
And since your wife seems to know
all about it,
I'm confused as to why
you're still covering it up.
It's just not something
I'm proud of, that's all.
Would you say you're a private man,
Mr Fuller? No more than anyone else.
Is that the room she rented?
Did the two of you
find privacy there?
No, never! Not with your wife
under the same roof. I see.
Where, then?
Is this really necessary? Where?
In the woods.
Could you have been seen?
No. We were careful.
Did the boys see you two together?
Of course no!
Tell me about when Sarah left.
Was it before or after
the boys went missing?
I don't remember.
You don't remember much, do you?
And I imagine if those boys saw
something they shouldn't have,
you wouldn't want them remembering.
I never touched them.
Then, tell me why Sarah left,
without warning, without reason.
Because she was pregnant.
I'm sorry! You will be!
I told you everything I know,
I swear!
Oof!
Kev must've given me
the wrong address!
Oh, really? I didn't notice! Oh!
Which means either he's on to us,
or...
I don't know,
maybe the gang didn't trust him.
Something I intend to ask
the little runt!
No, wait! Y-Y-You can't!
He'll know I grassed.
That's your problem.
Now, tell me where he is!
Just listen to me, all right?
You'll never get him to talk.
I have powers of persuasion,
don't you worry.
If you arrest him now,
you'll just have him to show for it.
But if you wait, there's still a
chance you can catch the whole gang.
I'm listening.
Kev's on his way over here now.
Let me talk to him.
If he doesn't know you're following
him, he'll lead you straight to 'em.
What makes you think he'll lead me
anywhere other than his mum's house?
He won't. He won't. I-I promise.
I'll make sure of it.
You'd better.
She said if I didn't give her money
for the baby, she'd tell Grace.
So, you did as she asked?
For two years.
Till it got too hard to hide
the payments and I stopped.
I half expected her to come back
and ruin everything.
I never heard from her again.
Can you remember her address?
I doubt she's still there.
Let ME worry about that.
Birmingham.
35 Jellicoe Road.
Please don't tell my wife anything.
She couldn't have children herself.
It would kill her.
All right, Kev? All right.
I'll take that now. Sure.
Here we go, amigo. Cheers.
Cheers.
Do you think
Mr Fuller's telling the truth?
We'll find out once I've tracked
down this Sarah Freeman.
Presuming she ever left here alive.
You mean, he could've killed
all three of them?
You'd be surprised
what people are capable of.
Good work today, Dawson.
Thank you, sir.
Not interrupting, am I? Not at all.
I should get back.
Ladies.
What are you playing at?
What do you mean?
I mean you,
flirting with a married man.
I wasn't flirting with him!
How do you think Frank would feel
if he saw you carrying on like that?
And what about you and Eddie?
Always having cosy chats.
I bet Bill would have something
to say about that an' all.
I'm not interested in Eddie,
and you know it.
Yeah.
But HE doesn't, though, does he?
Which is just the way you like it.
Fine. Turn it around on me
if you want to.
But Frank's a good man and he doesn't
deserve you stringing him along.
It's easy for you to say.
At least you've got some excitement
in your life.
You ought to make up your mind
what you want.
I ain't scared of 'em!
I'm just saying
I wouldn't blame you if you was.
But I'm not.
I'll go and get my money right now.
That's the spirit.
Don't take no for an answer!
I'm so glad you're home!
Don't I look fabulous?
Where did you get that? It's
from Milan. Or should I say Milano?
Did your father give it to you?
It's so soft.
I think I'm going to wear it
to sleep in it from now on.
Deborah, where did you get the coat?
Really, Jack,
is that all you can say?
Just answer the question. I got it
from Lewis's on shop credit.
Without even asking me? Look,
there's no need to make a fuss.
You'll pay it back in a few months.
We can't afford it.
I thought
you wanted me to look my best.
Take it off, I'm returning it.
No. Deborah, I mean it,
we have to take it back.
No, you're not taking it!
Ow! Ah! No! Let go! No!
Deborah, stop!
No, let me go! Let me go!
OK. Shhh.
Shhh. I'm sorry.
Mister?
Mister, spare some change?
Get lost.
Go on. I said scram.
Go on, sling your hook.
I'll be back, you know. Yeah?
All I said was, "Didn't you
double check the address?"
Everything all right? Yeah.
Water needs changing.
Sorry - about last night.
You should be.
I had to walk home on my own.
Look, I know I shouldn't
have acted in that way.
I just... I can't help it, Cathy.
You drive me crazy.
I can't keep my hands off you.
Well, you're going to have to, Bill.
I'm not the sort of girl to fool
around, so if that's what you want
you better find someone else.
I don't WANT anybody else.
They're beautiful. Just like you.
I, er, typed up your reports, sir.
I had to do a fair bit of guesswork,
your handwriting's terrible!
Just leave them there.
Is there something else you wanted,
Dawson? No, sir.
You better have the right location
this time, Fenton,
or heads will roll.
The first being yours.
Right, I need six volunteers
for a raid on a mechanic's garage.
Looks like I've managed to locate
the hideout of the bank robbers.
I'd say we all looked
pretty foolish yesterday.
It wasn't me who drove the van up
a one-way street, was it, Fletcher?
So who's with me? Sarge.
All right, all right,
roll your tongues back in, lads.
You've got work to do.
Wow, you... You look amazing, Cathy.
A real knockout.
Thank you, Officer Coulson.
Officer? I think you know
I'm already spoken for, Eddie.
And I'd appreciate it
if you acted accordingly.
Eddie? Move your feet!
Dawson.
You're needed in the interview room.
Husband and wife want to make
a report. What about, Sergeant?
Wouldn't say.
Everybody stay where you are!
Put your hands in the air!
Put your hands where I can see them!
Get down on the floor!
Slowly! Slowly!
Eddie?
Check the car. Cuff them, lads.
Keep them covered, Fletch.
Talk to me, Eddie!
Clear in the back.
Keep them covered.
Over here, Sergeant!
That's my boy!
Go fetch the camera out of the van.
Yes, Sarge. Good lad.
She was attacked. Can you tell me
what happened, Mrs Cook?
Last night on my way home from work,
I went through the park,
and this man... Show her, Mary.
Just show her!
He didn't hurt her or nothing,
but I still think something
should be done.
I mean, cutting off
a woman's hair like that,
I mean, you'd have to be sick
in the head wouldn't you? Mrs Cook,
I know this is difficult,
but I have to ask.
Did this man
do anything else to you?
What you mean, anything else?
Mr Cook, perhaps you'd like to
step out of the room for a moment.
I'm going nowhere
until I know what's going on.
Mary?
He had a knife.
You mean...
You let him... It was rape, Mr Cook.
Don't you dare say that word to me!
Don't you dare!
I won't have people saying that
about my wife, do you hear me?
No.
No, someone cut her hair.
That's all.
Tell her, Mary.
I need some air.
It was my own fault.
Phillip told me to take the bus,
but I like to save the fare.
Just for little things.
Treats for the children.
None of this was your fault.
You saw the way
me husband looked at me.
What if that never changes?
I just need to get a few details.
Did you manage to get
a good look at him?
It was dark,
but I remember he looked...
ordinary.
He didn't have a beard.
His hair was dark, I think.
He wasn't tall, but he was strong.
I can't imagine
how hard this must be for you.
Are you prepared
to make a formal statement?
I suppose so.
We'll just go over
some of the details
to make sure they're all correct
before you sign it.
Is that all right?
How long will that take?
Not long, I promise.
What about me husband?
I'll see if I can find him.
Can you describe
how the defendant came to be
arrested on the night
of Miss Stewart's attack?
We received a call from a member
of the public, a Mr Kenneth Davis,
at approximately 9.25pm.
And what was Mr Davis' account
of the incident?
Mr Davis and his friend heard a
woman's screams in the proximity
of Victoria Park.
When they ran to assist the woman,
they saw her lying on the ground and
Mr Palmer was crouching over her.
When they challenged him,
he tried to run away,
but they managed to apprehend him
and hand him over to us
when we arrived on the scene
a short while later.
What was Mr Palmer's physical state
when you got there, Sergeant Fenton?
When we arrested him, he had
blood on his hands and clothes
and he was highly agitated.
What did you do next,
Sergeant Fenton?
We took him into custody, sir,
where we later questioned him
about his reasons
for being in the park.
At first he said
he was just having a walk.
However, he later changed his story
and claimed to have had
a relationship with Miss Stewart.
Quiet in the court.
Please go on, Sergeant Fenton.
I took it as a cowardly attempt
to besmirch an innocent girl's
good character.
My Lord, that was conjecture.
Mr Walker, I must advise you
to proceed with caution.
Sergeant Fenton,
what reason would Mr Palmer have
to invent such a story?
To justify his intentions
towards her.
And what, in your opinion,
were his intentions?
My Lord, the Sergeant's opinion...
I think he followed Miss Stewart
through the park
with the intention
of taking her virtue.
My Lord, that is pure speculation.
Members of the jury,
please pay no regard
to Sergeant Fenton's opinions.
It will be a matter
for YOU to decide
whether the defendant changed
his story because he was lying,
and seeking to justify
other intentions, or not.
What's this?
There's been another attack
in the park. When?
Last night. Her name's Mary Cook.
Her hair was cut off with a knife,
same as with Anna Pearce.
Thanks, I'll take it from here.
Sir, both the women were blonde,
just like Sylvia Stewart.
Dawson... Donald Palmer
is being sentenced today.
You could go to the judge and
tell him there's been others.
I know you mean well,
but you have to face facts.
If Sylvia's accused him,
there's nothing we can do.
It's for the courts to decide now.
Miss Stewart's an attractive
young girl, isn't she, Mr Palmer?
I have no doubt
she's a friendly girl too.
Friendly enough to smile
at a bus conductor
on her way home from work, yes?
My Lord, this is irrelevant.
Choose your words carefully,
Mr Walker.
Mr Palmer, did you follow
Miss Stewart off the bus?
I tell her my shift finished, so
we walk together through the park.
You expect the jury to believe
that she went with you willingly?
It's the truth.
Well, forgive me, Mr Palmer,
but the part that confuses me
is where Miss Stewart ends up
screaming for her life
as she is beaten unconscious!
If you are innocent
of this despicable act,
perhaps you'd like to inform us
who else WAS responsible?
I don't know who it was. Just a man!
Just a man.
Not THIS man... covered with blood
and fleeing from the scene.
It was some phantom who apparently
no-one but Mr Palmer could see.
Not even Miss Stewart.
Mind if I sit here? No.
We've met. At the hospital.
I remember.
How are you?
What do you want? Just to talk.
Sylvia, I know you're scared
right now.
But just think
how Donald must be feeling.
Serves him right, then,
wouldn't you say?
It's time
to start telling the truth.
I HAVE told the truth.
Do you really think you'll be able
to live with yourself
knowing that you've sent
an innocent man to prison?
I don't have to listen to this.
There have been other attacks
in the park, Sylvia.
Two other women, raped.
That could've been you,
if Donald hadn't scared him off.
Is this any way to repay him?
If you care about Donald at all,
you'll do what's right.
Mr Stewart. Officer.
Come on, Sylvie.
Will the defendant please stand?
Will the foreman please stand?
Mr Foreman, have the jury reached
a verdict on Count One
of this indictment
upon which you are all agreed?
We have, Your Honour.
Mr Foreman,
on Count One of the indictment,
causing grievous bodily harm
with intent,
contrary to section 18
of the Of fences Against the Person
Act 1861,
do you find the defendant,
Donald Palmer,
guilty or not guilty?
Guilty.
Guilty?!
Thank you, members of the jury.
Mr Palmer, I am appalled
at your callous attitude towards
a country that has hitherto
welcomed you to its shores.
You are a disgrace to your people,
and a danger to ours.
I find it incumbent on me
to pass a severe sentence
so that it may act as a deterrent
to others in your position,
tempted to abuse
this country's hospitality.
You shall be imprisoned for no less
than a period of 15 years.
15 years!
Take him down.
Judge, you can't do that!
He didn't do it.
He didn't do it.
My Lord!
Miss Stewart has something to say.
He didn't do it, My Lord.
Sylvia! He didn't do it!
Donald would never hurt me.
Miss Stewart, think very carefully
about what you're saying.
I'm sorry, My Lord, but I lied.
It wasn't Donald.
The man who attacked me was white.
He had a knife.
Mr Walker,
please approach the bench...
Donald, I'm sorry.
I want to see Inspector Nelson.
No chance. What's your reaction
to Donald Palmer's acquittal,
Inspector Nelson?
A second embarrassment
in as many days, wouldn't you say?
Sergeant Pratt,
escort Mr Sullivan out, please.
With pleasure. Did your officers
judge Mr Palmer
on the colour of his skin?
Come on, son, out you go.
Are they going to arrest
the right man this time? Go on, out!
Now, THAT is a good question.
With respect, sir,
it's not our fault the girl lied.
Apart from Constable Dawson,
did anyone take the time
to look into Palmer's claims?
Oh, she looked into them, all right.
Two nights ago I had to rescue her
from a coloured nightclub.
Dawson? Sir, I... She'd gone in there
without permission,
stirring up trouble.
Just like today.
Turning up at court, influencing
a witness to change her statement.
She should be sacked!
For what, exactly? Being right?
We should've listened to her
in the first place.
I should've known you'd stick up
for her. What does THAT mean?
It's clear to everyone, Burns.
All right, enough!
What's done is done.
You'll let her
get away with it, sir?
I'll concentrate
on what's important -
the fact that three women have now
been attacked at knife-point
and it's happened on our watch.
From now on,
we pool all our resources
and we step up our patrols
in Victoria Park.
If we don't stop this man,
he will strike again.
Deborah? Daddy?
It's all right, girls.
Ah! Damn it!
Girls, girls,
just stand over there.
Everything's all right.
Everything's fine. Deborah!
Where's Mummy? Upstairs.
OK, girls, into the living room.
Go on. Run, run.
Deborah!
Deborah.
Wake up.
What? You left something
on the stove.
What? Leave me alone.
The girls were alone down there.
Just let me sleep. Deborah,
you could have all burned to death!
Get up! And see to your children.
Stop it! Stop it, Jack!
Please, I can't!
Chrome hub caps?
Do you ever save your wages?
What for? I just borrow yours.
Didn't know it was fancy dress.
Could you walk any slower?
I'm not running in these heels, Gina.
Where you going?
I forgot to lock the storeroom.
Do you want a coffee? Can we get
a couple of coffees in here?
I don't believe it!
It's Marilyn Monroe!
So? Do you like it?
I love it! You look gorgeous!
Don't she look gorgeous?
They're just playing silly beggars.
He's right, just ignore them.
Shall I put some music on?
Good idea.
What are you doing, love?
We're only having a bit of a bun.
This is your favourite,
isn't it, Gina?
Jack, please. I don't want to go.
Please don't let them take me! Jack!
Please! Jack, please!
You've got some front
coming in here, you have.
Come to chat up my bird again,
have you?
We were just talking... Shut up!
No-one talks to my bird
without my say-so.
You're not on duty now.
Johnny!
Come on, then!
You talking to my bird?
You talking to my bird?!
Hey? You talking to my bird?
Hey? Hey? Hey?
Go on, Johnny!
Let's go!
Eddie! Eddie!
Call for an ambulance!
Eddie!
I need something, anything,
a handkerchief,
to stop the blood...
Anything!
It's OK, it's OK. And breathe...