WPC 56 (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Nature of the Beast - full transcript
As Eddie lies in a coma Fenton suggests Gina,who witnessed the attack,help him track down the assailant. Pratt approaches his son Sam,who is protecting the culprit Johnny Harris but says nothing. Eventually Fenton and Gina identify him but he has gone on the run,abandoning his wife and child. Harris plans another robbery but walks into a trap set by Fenton,with help from Sam whilst Eddie wakes from his coma to a new respect from his father. Burns has a distressing visit to Deborah before his mother-in-law turns up to take his little girls. Gina,feeling pressurized by her mother into marrying dull boyfriend Frank,consoles him and they go for a drink. They are observed by Fenton who spreads gossip around the station but fails to see them kiss. Burns learns that Sarah has recently died but has a son George though there is no record of his birth and Burns suspects he is the missing Stanley. Meanwhile a young girl is murdered in the park where the other women were attacked.
Can you remember her address?
35 Jellicoe Road.
Please don't tell my wife.
I'm sorry, my Lord,
but I lied. It wasn't Donald.
The man who attacked me was white.
Please, I don't want to go, please
don't let them take me, Jack, please!
Please, Jack, please!
I said stop! Let's go!
Call for an ambulance!
I need something, anything,
a handkerchief to stop the blood!
Latest news, latest news!
Police officer stabbed,
teddy boy wanted!
Read all about it, read all about it!
Latest news.
Police officer stabbed,
teddy boy wanted.
Read all about it, read all about it!
'The police force is a family.
'And last night, one of our own
was viciously attacked.
'PC 352 Eddie Coulson
is still on the danger list.
'The next few hours are going
to be critical.'
All leave has been cancelled.
Overtime has been approved.
Thank you to all officers who have
come in on your rest days.
WPC Dawson has given a good
description of the hooligan.
19 or 20 years old. 5 foot 6,
black hair, brown eyes.
What's going to make him stand
out from your average teddy boy
is a three-inch scar
down his right cheek.
There's nothing we can do
for PC Coulson.
He's in the hands of
the doctors and God.
What we can do is find the maggot
that put him there.
OK. You've got your assignments.
Let's turn over some stones
and see what crawls out.
You did hear that?
Nelson wants all available officers
on this.
I've got a missing boy to find
and a sex attacker on the loose.
This is one of our own.
If I hear anything,
you'll be the first to know.
Dawson. Sir?
Are you sure you don't
need time off?
I'd rather be working.
An admirable sentiment,
but you've suffered a nasty shock.
Actually, sir, I could use
her out with me.
I don't know if that's a good idea.
She's the only one who can
identify this scum. True.
And if it hadn't been for her
quick thinking,
Eddie Coulson would be
in the mortuary.
What are you waiting for, a fanfare?
Get your hat.
In!
Around 7:15 last night. Come on,
you must have seen something.
Not a dickybird. You sure?
No, sorry, love. Nothing.
If you hear anything - anything -
you call Brinford police station,
right? Yeah, sure.
Anything?
No.
All right, son?
What do you want?
Thought I'd come see
where you're working.
Well, you've seen it,
now you can blow.
I saw your gran last night.
How is she?
Not so good.
It's her heart, you know.
She misses you.
Said she wouldn't
recognise you any more.
Not a skinny little kid now.
Grown man.
Look, why are you really here?
Son, I need to find someone.
A ted.
A copper's in hospital.
Eddie Coulson.
You've... met him.
Yeah, and he arrested me
for something I never did.
Slashing a few seats in the Regency
is one thing.
Stabbing a police officer
is crossing the line.
If you know who's done this...
All that stuff about Gran
just to butter me up?
No, that's not fair... Admit it -
your job always come before me.
Sam!
What did he want? Nothing. Eh?
Honest, Johnny.
He was just blowing hot air.
Family stuff.
Suppose you slipped him the wink?
Look, I'd never grass on you. Not
after everything you done for me.
Si, everybody knows me.
You go in any bar in Roma, you say
the name Salvatore Angeletti,
you get free drinks
all of the night.
Sarge.
What? You thought we walked this way
by accident?
Come on, Sherlock.
Scusi momento. I just finish here.
Hey! What are you doing?
You can't do that,
disturb my customers!
One of your lot with a slashed face.
You know him?
No. Go on.
Get lost.
The next one is on Salvatore! OK?
Ta very much, Sergeant Fenton!
He ain't coming back
in a hurry, is he?
You know why we're here, Derek?
If I knew anything, I'd be straight
down the station, wouldn't I?
Are you sure?
Hmm? Nothing you want to tell me?
As God's me witness!
OK.
We'll wait.
Please, Sergeant.
You're going to bankrupt me.
My heart bleeds!
Think of my poor bambinos!
Three mouths to feed
and another on the way.
He needs to sew his flies up
this one, eh?
Give his missus a break.
Hey! Now you're trying to wreck
the place!
Just tell us what we need to know
and we'll be out of your hair.
But if word gets out...
Word about what?
Hey, I thought you
never knew nothing?
There is a lad...
with a scar.
He comes in for a trim
and something for the weekend.
Name? I don't know.
On my poor mother's grave!
Do you have any idea
how he got the scar?
I heard it was a fight,
when he was in borstal.
Other lad came off worse.
That's all I know.
The girls send their love.
They miss you.
We all do.
Then take me home, Jack.
That's... not possible.
I'll be good.
I promise.
Dr Hurley says...
Dr Hurley?!
Do you know what he does to me
when you're not here? He...
They strap me down and then they...
They put wires on my head,
they... And then...
Please, please don't let them
hurt me any more.
We just want you to get better.
No, Jack!
What kind of man are you?! Deborah!
Doctor! No-one left to protect me!
I hate you!
What kind of a man are you?!
Please! Please!
You're meant to protect me, Jack.
I hate you, Jack Burns. Jack!
I hate you, I hate you.
Jack!
In my day, you had a barney
you sorted it with your fists.
Nowadays, you so much as even look
at someone the wrong way,
and you're likely to get
a knife between the ribs.
You know I've always
supported you, love.
I knew the risks when I signed up.
It could be you lying
in St Vincent's.
I'm not quitting, Dad.
Hello?
We didn't have anything
planned for tonight?
No, but I just wanted... Frank!
Mrs Dee.
Don't look at me.
I must look like a right mess.
Sorry for just dropping in,
only I've got some good news.
Ooh. I love a surprise.
You're only looking at
the new deputy foreman!
Oh, Frank, that's wonderful!
Well done, lad.
Yeah. Congratulations.
This calls for a celebration,
Joe. The sherry.
And I've got a nice rhubarb
crumble in the oven.
You know I can never refuse
your puddings, Mrs Dee.
Didn't I say he'd go far?
Kate, have some more toast.
Please. Just one more piece.
All right, last spoon.
Please, for Daddy.
I want Mummy. I want Mummy too.
Kate...
Mummy!
Ten shillings a week.
Did you hear that, Gina?
You've said it twice.
Have you seen those new flats
they're building
on the old jam factory?
Yes, they look really smart.
All right if you want
to live in a rabbit hutch.
Right, who's for seconds?
Ta, Mrs Dee.
There's more in the pan.
I'll go.
Left at the back of the shelf,
is that what you want?
What have I done now?
It's what you haven't done.
You know how long he's been
waiting for that promotion.
You could at least slap
a smile on your face.
I will. If you tone it down.
"Ten bob a week, new flats."
You're about as subtle
as a steamroller.
Frank, Gina's just had a good idea.
Oh, yeah?
To celebrate your promotion,
a slap-up meal, tomorrow night.
Sounds great.
I'll see what the butcher's got in.
Stuffed heart - that's your
favourite, isn't it, Frank?
Oh. Chief Superintendent.
Oh, um...
Cathy Sinclair, sir.
Yes, of course.
Is there any...?
No, no change.
Well, that don't mean it's bad.
My Uncle Dick got knocked on
the noggin with a shovel.
Couldn't wake him up for a week,
but now he's as right as rain.
Except he can't remember Aunty Vi's
birthday, or their anniversary.
I should check in with the doctor.
Okey-dokey.
Help! Somebody! Anyone!
Please help!
Help! Eddie!
Please help.
Please, come this way.
Hello?
Hello?
Helena. Thanks for coming.
The girls will be pleased
to see you.
Is Godfrey not coming in?
He thought it best
to wait in the car.
We went to Edmund Hall last night.
How could you do that?
To your own wife!
She was a danger to herself
and the girls.
Nonsense. She's just exhausted.
Grandma! Grandma!
And no wonder.
Ah, here they are. My little angels.
Oh, look at your hair!
It's like a bird's nest.
And you are just skin and bone.
What is your daddy feeding you?
Are you going to help me or not?
Of course.
We can't expect Daddy to take time
off from his precious job, can we?
I'll be back by six. And tomorrow?
The girls need stability.
Which is why we've decided it'd be
better if we took them home with us.
There's no need for that.
Their room's ready.
I can manage.
It'll be a nice break for them.
Proper, home-cooked food.
A few treats.
I don't want them being spoiled.
They'll be treated like the little
princesses they are.
That didn't work for Deborah,
did it?
I think it's time Daddy said
goodbye, don't you?
Gramps and Grandma are going to look
after you for a few days.
But we'll talk on the telephone
every day,
and it won't be for long.
All right?
I love you.
Well...
No, his right cheek.
A vertical scar. Couple of inches.
OK. Thank you.
19 years old, 5' 6".
Yeah, sounds like a match.
Name. Give me a name.
Can you send us a photo?
Great. Ta-ra.
Johnny Harris.
Last known address, Churchill Road.
I know. "Get your hat."
Lisa Harris?
He ain't here.
You won't mind if I see for myself.
Don't forget to look under the bed!
You think this is a joke, hey?
Do you know what he's done?
I've seen the papers. But what
makes you think it was Johnny?
I saw him do it.
You were there too, Lisa.
Don't deny it.
We could charge you as an accessory.
What would happen to your baby then?
Go on, then. Where's your cuffs?
Go and knock up the neighbours.
Somebody must've seen him.
He'll be going down for a nice
long stretch.
And it won't be just
borstal this time.
You want him, you catch him.
Her name is Sarah Freeman. She'd
be in her early 60s by now.
And all you have is this address?
35 Jellicoe Road, Birmingham.
Where she lived 30 years ago,
and she's not in residence
there now?
I wouldn't be bothering you
if it was that easy.
And what kind of a case is this,
Detective Inspector?
You know I can't tell you that,
Miss Lawrence.
Is it connected with
the bones in the mine?
What is it? Blackmail gone wrong?
Witchcraft?
Crime passionnel?
When can you get me the information?
I'll stay at it all night
if I have to.
I'll see you tomorrow, then.
Why are you protecting him?
And where in the wedding vows
does it say,
"I will abandon my wife
and baby with no food or money"?
He can be gone for days,
but he always comes back.
Where does he go?
I asked once.
Won't make that mistake again.
Oh! Bloomin' great.
Is there no-one else
who can help you?
My parents never liked Johnny.
When I got pregnant...
Do you really expect us
to believe you don't know
where your own husband is?
The rent's due. My baby's hungry.
I've got no more shillings
to put in the meter.
Do you think I'd really be sat
here if I knew where Johnny was?
The only thing I do know
is that he wouldn't go far.
Not without me and David.
The longer this goes on for, the
worse it's going to get for Johnny.
If he comes back,
will you give us a call?
Here.
For the baby.
OK. Progress report?
Shaking up the teddy boys didn't
do any good. No-one's talking.
Their neighbours haven't
seen Johnny for days.
What about his parents?
Moved to Aberdeen, sir. Their local
lads are trying to locate him.
Sir. Is there any news on Eddie?
He's still critical.
Is this him?
Why isn't he in custody?
It's only a matter of time, sir.
He can't hide forever.
What's this?
New lead in the missing boys case.
Still wasting time on something
that's dead and buried?
Henry Fuller's story doesn't add up.
Who?
The baker? He knew both the boys.
He claims he got a shop girl
pregnant.
She disappeared around the same
time the boys vanished.
She moved away. So what?
What if Henry Fuller killed
all three of them?
Oh, for heaven's sake.
How many times? That loony
John Evans took the boys.
And if you're wrong?
Wrong? To be fair to DI Burns...
I'll tell you what's wrong!
Is you, wasting your time
on ancient history
while the scum who tried to kill
my son is still walking free!
You want to get your priorities
right...
"Detective".
Here.
You left them on your desk.
Maybe Coulson's right.
Maybe I am chasing ghosts.
You can't give up.
You owe it to Stanley Collins,
to William Parker.
Go home. Have dinner
with your family.
Forget about work for a few hours.
I'll be going home to an empty house
and a fish paste sandwich.
I hear the Anchor does a pork pie
that's just about edible.
You've twisted my arm.
Give me five minutes.
Sorry about your stuff. I mean,
I couldn't get near the place.
Coppers everywhere.
Did anyone follow you?
Nah. I did like you said.
Doubled back.
Jumped on a couple of buses.
Paper say he's still alive.
Who?
The copper.
Look, you can't stay here forever.
Someone's bound to get suspicious.
No, you're right.
I'm going to have to blow.
Go somewhere they can't find me.
You can send for Lisa
once the heat's died down.
Are you joking? She'd bring
the law straight to me.
What about David? How do I even
know that's brat's even mine?
No. We're better off cutting
ties from this dump. We?
You ain't got nothing worth
staying here for. But London...
Yes, I can see it now.
We'll get a nice little flat.
A couple of new lads in. We'll
start again, only bigger this time.
But we ain't got a shilling
between us, John.
Let me worry about that, Sammy boy.
Have a chip.
I couldn't go from fighting for my
country to sitting behind a desk
six days a week.
Maybe I watched too many
westerns as a lad.
Always wanted to wear a sheriff's
badge and bring law
and order to Tombstone.
My mum wanted me to be a teacher.
And your father?
Wanted a boy.
No, that's a bit unfair!
He's always encouraged me
to follow my dreams.
Which wasn't teaching
seven-year-olds the ten times table?
I just wanted to do something
that made a difference.
And do you think
you're doing that now?
Well...
every morning I wake up and put
my uniform on, it feels right.
Maybe I liked westerns as well.
Only girls never get to be sheriff,
do they?
No. They get to make endless cups
of tea and type up reports
for male officers who can't even
spell the word burglary.
Thanks. For what?
I needed this.
How come you were going home
to an empty house anyway?
Deborah's taken the kids
to her parents' for a few days.
Must be nice to get
some peace and quiet.
I'll take you home.
Thanks.
What are you doing here?
I can't have a lady walk home
on her own, can I?
Walk? Where's this car
you're always going on about?
Nearly there. Bodywork's done.
Just waiting for a new grille
to arrive from the States.
You can't rush perfection, but in
the meantime it's Shanks' pony.
Your Sergeant Pratt told me
you were here.
Everyone's done a shift. Sitting
by Eddie's bed, talking to him.
Did you hold his hand?
What? Bill Pearson, you're jealous!
Of that dopey pup? I don't think so.
But I'm your girl.
Everyone knows that.
Prove it.
You do love me, don't you?
Bill?
Bill? Mm-hm.
You do love me?
Stop, stop.
I said stop!
Cathy.
Cathy!
Here's just fine.
Thanks for the lift.
Night, then.
Gina, I...
Hello? I'm home.
Hope you didn't wait.
I'm not that hungry...
Where have you been?
I had to work late.
Well, don't just stand there.
You've kept us waiting long enough.
I just hope it's not ruined.
I'm sure it'll be delicious.
Blimey!
You have pushed the boat out.
Best crockery.
Dad in a tie.
You should get promoted every week.
Have you been drinking?
Just a quick one.
I thought you said you were working.
We were talking about a case.
So you've been boozing while we've
been sat here like lemons?
She's here now, Bren.
Frank?
Where are you going? I want to hear
all about this new job.
Every detail.
I'm on earlies.
What about your tea?
I'm sorry, Mrs Dee.
I've lost my appetite.
Safe journey home, son.
Oh, that poor lad.
Why do you treat him so badly?
I just lost track of time.
That's not the only thing you'll
lose if you're not careful.
You won't find another man who'll
put up with your carrying on.
Now sit and eat before
it gets any colder.
Reckon we should start a book
on who's going to be next.
Might even put a guinea on myself.
Morning, Sergeant.
Dawson.
Johnny Harris?
Still haven't flushed him out.
What about his parents?
Local bobbies interviewed them,
but they reckon they haven't
seen him for years.
So what do we do now?
We?
Well, I thought...
Well, you thought wrong.
I need a partner who's on the ball.
Not someone who didn't
get any sleep last night.
I slept fine, thank you very much.
Oh, really?
Get back to your vital
police work, Constable,
that kettle won't boil itself.
Jack Burns can't be that good.
If she'd spent the night with me,
I'd have left her with
a smile on her face!
The first thing I did was check
the name Sarah Freeman
against the address you gave me.
And? She never lived there.
I don't understand.
However, our records do show
that a Sarah Stern lived at that
address until 1944.
And...
a cross reference with our
marriage records confirmed that...
Come on, Inspector.
Sarah Freeman's maiden name
was Stern.
Bingo!
So where did she go after '44?
Several addresses.
All in the Birmingham area.
The most recent being
number 15 Primrose Terrace.
But that's not the end of the trail.
Oh, no.
A death certificate?
Sarah Stern died at St Luke's
Hospital three weeks ago.
Any next of kin listed?
A George Stern
was present at the death.
And he is? Her son.
That fits. She was supposed to be
pregnant when she left Brinford.
Ah, no, but does it?
I could only find one birth
certificate linked to your lady.
Charles Albert Freeman.
Born 1919, died 1925, aged six.
Tuberculosis.
OK. So, she lost a child before she
came to work in the bakery.
Then she got pregnant again, went
away, gave birth to George.
Only one problem with that.
I've gone through all our records.
There's no birth certificate,
nothing. George Stern doesn't exist.
Cathy.
What's happened?
It's nothing.
Let me see.
Three-inch heels
and stairs don't mix.
Bill?
You won't tell anyone?
Of course not.
Dawson, you're needed.
Missing persons case.
19-year-old girl who didn't come
home last night.
Yes, Sergeant.
She always gets the last bus
home from work,
but we can't stay up that late.
Does Patricia have her own key?
She's always very careful not to
disturb us when she comes in.
Only when I went to wake her,
her bed hadn't been slept in.
Could she have missed the last bus?
Stayed with a friend?
It's never happened before.
She would have telephoned.
She'd have known how worried...
Where does Patricia work?
Hobbs' Restaurant.
Does Patricia have a boyfriend?
No. She's a good girl.
If she's not working, she's helping
me. You know, at the church.
Is there anything else, Mrs Buckley?
Sometimes when she says she's
running errands, she isn't.
She's going to the theatre
or dances.
She's not a child any more, Matthew.
She has to get out with people
her own age,
she can't be stuck in with us
all the time.
Why didn't you tell me?
You want to protect her.
She knows that, she has to find
her own way in the world.
I'll need a description of Patricia.
Salesman, is it?
Well, you won't get much joy there.
The dead don't have much call for
encyclopaedias or vacuum cleaners.
Police.
Detective Inspector Jack Burns.
Detective Inspector? Never had
one of them on Primrose Terrace.
This is where Sarah Stern lived?
Until the cancer took her.
Riddled with it.
By the time she got to
the doctors, it was too late.
Nothing they could do
but help with the pain.
And her son?
George? Oh, he was devoted to her.
They were never apart.
How old is he?
Let me see think. He had a birthday
a couple of months back.
Er...37.
You're sure? Positive. I remember
saying he should think about
moving out.
Still living with your mother
at that age? It ain't healthy.
37?
And steak and kidney pie.
Enjoy your meals.
Jessica Mundy?
Yes?
Can we sit and talk?
Yeah, sure.
I understand that you're friends
with Patricia Buckley?
And you were working together
last night?
That's right.
Well, your boss tells me
Patricia had the night off
and you telephoned in sick.
Why lie?
Is George still living here?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Haven't seen hide nor hair of him
since the funeral.
Any idea where he could have gone?
Took it really bad.
Day and night he sat by her bed.
And the flowers!
Her room was more like a garden
than a hospital.
Can you describe him?
Not as tall as you.
Hair - brownish. Polite. Sort of shy.
If George comes back, you'll contact
Brinford police station?
Of course. Thanks.
So, where did you go?
The Tavern.
The Skittles were playing.
And Patty's got the hots
for the singer. Richy Lomax.
What time did you leave the pub?
She wanted to go at ten to get
the last bus.
But you didn't go with her?
We had a bust-up.
I didn't even see her leave.
Could she have gone off with
this Richy? No.
How can you be so sure?
Because I was with me.
But if she's moaning that
I stole him, then...
Well, how's that police business
anyway?
Patricia never came home last night.
What?
What's all this about, Dawson?
A missing person, sir.
Patricia Buckley, 19.
She didn't come home last night.
I spoke to the conductor of the last
bus she could have taken home.
She wasn't on it.
If Patricia walked home,
her most direct route would have
taken her through Victoria Park.
Patricia's disappearance can't
just be a coincidence.
It could be an escalation, sir.
I'll organise a search.
Good work, Gina.
Edward?
Son?
Dad?
You read my mind.
About last night.
How did it go at the Records Office?
It was... confusing.
How?
Sarah Freeman went back to her
maiden name, Stern.
But there's no evidence of her
having had Henry Fuller's baby.
However, she did have a six-year-old
son
who died before she came
to Brinford.
The same age the boys were
when they went missing.
Then I find out that a
"George Stern",
supposedly her son, was living
with Sarah until she died.
He's 37, he's too old to be
Henry Fuller's child, but...
But the same age Stanley Collins
would be if he was still alive.
You think Sarah took Stanley?
It fits.
What about William?
Got in the way?
Threatened to tell what he'd seen.
But if George Stern is
Stanley Collins, where is he now?
Dawson.
Sir. My office.
Now.
It has come to my attention that
certain rumours are circulating.
Sir?
About you and a senior officer.
That's just malicious gossip.
So there's nothing improper going on
between you and Detective Inspector
Burns?
We went to the pub, that's all.
Just the two of you?
He's a married man!
It was just a drink.
It's still enough to ruin
your reputation.
I expected more of you, Dawson.
You've shown great promise.
Are you really going to throw your
career away for the sake of a tawdry
affair?
But it's not an affair.
That will be all, Dawson.
Yes, sir.
Gina? Not now, Jack.
What did Nelson say?
He said that people
are starting to talk.
About us?
So? Let them.
Well, that's easy for you to say.
You're not the one who's going to
lose their job over some stupid,
drunken kiss.
Are you saying it meant nothing?
I've worked too hard to get here.
Can't we talk about this?
I won't risk my career.
Not for you. Not for anyone.
It's not too late to call it off.
You going soft on me? No, I'm not.
Cos if you're going soft... I'm not!
He's here.
All right, let's do it.
All the money. Back in the bag,
then hand it over.
Do it, now!
Why don't you be a good boy
and put that down.
Do him!
Do... him!
It's no good, Johnny.
Give yourself up.
Just you and me now.
You're dead!
Come on, then!
Ready when you are, boy.
Only, you better be good.
Come on!
Johnny Harris,
I am arresting you for the attempted
murder of a brave officer
whose boots you're not fit to lick.
You are not obliged to say
anything, but anything you do say
won't matter,
because you'll be spending
the rest of your miserable little
life behind bars. Get used to it.
Shut up!
Not a mark, Sergeant.
Think you're a big man, are you?
Some more good news.
I've just had Chief Superintendent
Coulson on the telephone.
Eddie's out of danger.
Ah, that's great news!
Ah, where's your big smile?
Well done, son.
Yeah, well, I need to go back
to work so... Right.
But you mentioned something
about a pint?
Great. The Anchor. 7 o'clock?
Sounds good.
There he is - the shirker.
What you won't do
for a few days off!
Sarge.
Do you know how worried we've been?
We?
Oh, it's just me.
Cathy's been in every day.
Tell you what, I'm glad
they're letting you out.
Your old man's been driving us mad.
Well, everyone will be very pleased
to hear how well you're doing.
Tara a bit.
Here, let me.
I...
I had it cleaned.
I'm glad that someone was
watching over you.
That was supposed to be my job.
I expect you back on duty
as soon as possible.
After all, you are a Coulson.
Yes, sir.
Frank's on his way.
It's not Frank I'm here for.
Oh?
Stay away from her.
What?
I know what you did.
Cathy's my girl. I do what I want.
Hurt her again, and
I'll have you locked up in a cell.
You can't tell me who I can
and can't see.
What's going on?
You want to keep your mare
on a shorter rein.
How's he going to do that?
With his fists, like you do?
You cow! What are you doing?
He needs to be told. Here?
Do you know what he's done?
This is where I work.
How am I meant to set
an example to the men
when they see you shouting
at the gates like a fishwife?
I thought you'd come to apologise,
but no, that's too much
to ask for, isn't it?
I am sorry.
I'll make it up to you. I promise.
See you later.
Put her back in her place, then.
If you ever talk to her
like that again...
35 Jellicoe Road.
Please don't tell my wife.
I'm sorry, my Lord,
but I lied. It wasn't Donald.
The man who attacked me was white.
Please, I don't want to go, please
don't let them take me, Jack, please!
Please, Jack, please!
I said stop! Let's go!
Call for an ambulance!
I need something, anything,
a handkerchief to stop the blood!
Latest news, latest news!
Police officer stabbed,
teddy boy wanted!
Read all about it, read all about it!
Latest news.
Police officer stabbed,
teddy boy wanted.
Read all about it, read all about it!
'The police force is a family.
'And last night, one of our own
was viciously attacked.
'PC 352 Eddie Coulson
is still on the danger list.
'The next few hours are going
to be critical.'
All leave has been cancelled.
Overtime has been approved.
Thank you to all officers who have
come in on your rest days.
WPC Dawson has given a good
description of the hooligan.
19 or 20 years old. 5 foot 6,
black hair, brown eyes.
What's going to make him stand
out from your average teddy boy
is a three-inch scar
down his right cheek.
There's nothing we can do
for PC Coulson.
He's in the hands of
the doctors and God.
What we can do is find the maggot
that put him there.
OK. You've got your assignments.
Let's turn over some stones
and see what crawls out.
You did hear that?
Nelson wants all available officers
on this.
I've got a missing boy to find
and a sex attacker on the loose.
This is one of our own.
If I hear anything,
you'll be the first to know.
Dawson. Sir?
Are you sure you don't
need time off?
I'd rather be working.
An admirable sentiment,
but you've suffered a nasty shock.
Actually, sir, I could use
her out with me.
I don't know if that's a good idea.
She's the only one who can
identify this scum. True.
And if it hadn't been for her
quick thinking,
Eddie Coulson would be
in the mortuary.
What are you waiting for, a fanfare?
Get your hat.
In!
Around 7:15 last night. Come on,
you must have seen something.
Not a dickybird. You sure?
No, sorry, love. Nothing.
If you hear anything - anything -
you call Brinford police station,
right? Yeah, sure.
Anything?
No.
All right, son?
What do you want?
Thought I'd come see
where you're working.
Well, you've seen it,
now you can blow.
I saw your gran last night.
How is she?
Not so good.
It's her heart, you know.
She misses you.
Said she wouldn't
recognise you any more.
Not a skinny little kid now.
Grown man.
Look, why are you really here?
Son, I need to find someone.
A ted.
A copper's in hospital.
Eddie Coulson.
You've... met him.
Yeah, and he arrested me
for something I never did.
Slashing a few seats in the Regency
is one thing.
Stabbing a police officer
is crossing the line.
If you know who's done this...
All that stuff about Gran
just to butter me up?
No, that's not fair... Admit it -
your job always come before me.
Sam!
What did he want? Nothing. Eh?
Honest, Johnny.
He was just blowing hot air.
Family stuff.
Suppose you slipped him the wink?
Look, I'd never grass on you. Not
after everything you done for me.
Si, everybody knows me.
You go in any bar in Roma, you say
the name Salvatore Angeletti,
you get free drinks
all of the night.
Sarge.
What? You thought we walked this way
by accident?
Come on, Sherlock.
Scusi momento. I just finish here.
Hey! What are you doing?
You can't do that,
disturb my customers!
One of your lot with a slashed face.
You know him?
No. Go on.
Get lost.
The next one is on Salvatore! OK?
Ta very much, Sergeant Fenton!
He ain't coming back
in a hurry, is he?
You know why we're here, Derek?
If I knew anything, I'd be straight
down the station, wouldn't I?
Are you sure?
Hmm? Nothing you want to tell me?
As God's me witness!
OK.
We'll wait.
Please, Sergeant.
You're going to bankrupt me.
My heart bleeds!
Think of my poor bambinos!
Three mouths to feed
and another on the way.
He needs to sew his flies up
this one, eh?
Give his missus a break.
Hey! Now you're trying to wreck
the place!
Just tell us what we need to know
and we'll be out of your hair.
But if word gets out...
Word about what?
Hey, I thought you
never knew nothing?
There is a lad...
with a scar.
He comes in for a trim
and something for the weekend.
Name? I don't know.
On my poor mother's grave!
Do you have any idea
how he got the scar?
I heard it was a fight,
when he was in borstal.
Other lad came off worse.
That's all I know.
The girls send their love.
They miss you.
We all do.
Then take me home, Jack.
That's... not possible.
I'll be good.
I promise.
Dr Hurley says...
Dr Hurley?!
Do you know what he does to me
when you're not here? He...
They strap me down and then they...
They put wires on my head,
they... And then...
Please, please don't let them
hurt me any more.
We just want you to get better.
No, Jack!
What kind of man are you?! Deborah!
Doctor! No-one left to protect me!
I hate you!
What kind of a man are you?!
Please! Please!
You're meant to protect me, Jack.
I hate you, Jack Burns. Jack!
I hate you, I hate you.
Jack!
In my day, you had a barney
you sorted it with your fists.
Nowadays, you so much as even look
at someone the wrong way,
and you're likely to get
a knife between the ribs.
You know I've always
supported you, love.
I knew the risks when I signed up.
It could be you lying
in St Vincent's.
I'm not quitting, Dad.
Hello?
We didn't have anything
planned for tonight?
No, but I just wanted... Frank!
Mrs Dee.
Don't look at me.
I must look like a right mess.
Sorry for just dropping in,
only I've got some good news.
Ooh. I love a surprise.
You're only looking at
the new deputy foreman!
Oh, Frank, that's wonderful!
Well done, lad.
Yeah. Congratulations.
This calls for a celebration,
Joe. The sherry.
And I've got a nice rhubarb
crumble in the oven.
You know I can never refuse
your puddings, Mrs Dee.
Didn't I say he'd go far?
Kate, have some more toast.
Please. Just one more piece.
All right, last spoon.
Please, for Daddy.
I want Mummy. I want Mummy too.
Kate...
Mummy!
Ten shillings a week.
Did you hear that, Gina?
You've said it twice.
Have you seen those new flats
they're building
on the old jam factory?
Yes, they look really smart.
All right if you want
to live in a rabbit hutch.
Right, who's for seconds?
Ta, Mrs Dee.
There's more in the pan.
I'll go.
Left at the back of the shelf,
is that what you want?
What have I done now?
It's what you haven't done.
You know how long he's been
waiting for that promotion.
You could at least slap
a smile on your face.
I will. If you tone it down.
"Ten bob a week, new flats."
You're about as subtle
as a steamroller.
Frank, Gina's just had a good idea.
Oh, yeah?
To celebrate your promotion,
a slap-up meal, tomorrow night.
Sounds great.
I'll see what the butcher's got in.
Stuffed heart - that's your
favourite, isn't it, Frank?
Oh. Chief Superintendent.
Oh, um...
Cathy Sinclair, sir.
Yes, of course.
Is there any...?
No, no change.
Well, that don't mean it's bad.
My Uncle Dick got knocked on
the noggin with a shovel.
Couldn't wake him up for a week,
but now he's as right as rain.
Except he can't remember Aunty Vi's
birthday, or their anniversary.
I should check in with the doctor.
Okey-dokey.
Help! Somebody! Anyone!
Please help!
Help! Eddie!
Please help.
Please, come this way.
Hello?
Hello?
Helena. Thanks for coming.
The girls will be pleased
to see you.
Is Godfrey not coming in?
He thought it best
to wait in the car.
We went to Edmund Hall last night.
How could you do that?
To your own wife!
She was a danger to herself
and the girls.
Nonsense. She's just exhausted.
Grandma! Grandma!
And no wonder.
Ah, here they are. My little angels.
Oh, look at your hair!
It's like a bird's nest.
And you are just skin and bone.
What is your daddy feeding you?
Are you going to help me or not?
Of course.
We can't expect Daddy to take time
off from his precious job, can we?
I'll be back by six. And tomorrow?
The girls need stability.
Which is why we've decided it'd be
better if we took them home with us.
There's no need for that.
Their room's ready.
I can manage.
It'll be a nice break for them.
Proper, home-cooked food.
A few treats.
I don't want them being spoiled.
They'll be treated like the little
princesses they are.
That didn't work for Deborah,
did it?
I think it's time Daddy said
goodbye, don't you?
Gramps and Grandma are going to look
after you for a few days.
But we'll talk on the telephone
every day,
and it won't be for long.
All right?
I love you.
Well...
No, his right cheek.
A vertical scar. Couple of inches.
OK. Thank you.
19 years old, 5' 6".
Yeah, sounds like a match.
Name. Give me a name.
Can you send us a photo?
Great. Ta-ra.
Johnny Harris.
Last known address, Churchill Road.
I know. "Get your hat."
Lisa Harris?
He ain't here.
You won't mind if I see for myself.
Don't forget to look under the bed!
You think this is a joke, hey?
Do you know what he's done?
I've seen the papers. But what
makes you think it was Johnny?
I saw him do it.
You were there too, Lisa.
Don't deny it.
We could charge you as an accessory.
What would happen to your baby then?
Go on, then. Where's your cuffs?
Go and knock up the neighbours.
Somebody must've seen him.
He'll be going down for a nice
long stretch.
And it won't be just
borstal this time.
You want him, you catch him.
Her name is Sarah Freeman. She'd
be in her early 60s by now.
And all you have is this address?
35 Jellicoe Road, Birmingham.
Where she lived 30 years ago,
and she's not in residence
there now?
I wouldn't be bothering you
if it was that easy.
And what kind of a case is this,
Detective Inspector?
You know I can't tell you that,
Miss Lawrence.
Is it connected with
the bones in the mine?
What is it? Blackmail gone wrong?
Witchcraft?
Crime passionnel?
When can you get me the information?
I'll stay at it all night
if I have to.
I'll see you tomorrow, then.
Why are you protecting him?
And where in the wedding vows
does it say,
"I will abandon my wife
and baby with no food or money"?
He can be gone for days,
but he always comes back.
Where does he go?
I asked once.
Won't make that mistake again.
Oh! Bloomin' great.
Is there no-one else
who can help you?
My parents never liked Johnny.
When I got pregnant...
Do you really expect us
to believe you don't know
where your own husband is?
The rent's due. My baby's hungry.
I've got no more shillings
to put in the meter.
Do you think I'd really be sat
here if I knew where Johnny was?
The only thing I do know
is that he wouldn't go far.
Not without me and David.
The longer this goes on for, the
worse it's going to get for Johnny.
If he comes back,
will you give us a call?
Here.
For the baby.
OK. Progress report?
Shaking up the teddy boys didn't
do any good. No-one's talking.
Their neighbours haven't
seen Johnny for days.
What about his parents?
Moved to Aberdeen, sir. Their local
lads are trying to locate him.
Sir. Is there any news on Eddie?
He's still critical.
Is this him?
Why isn't he in custody?
It's only a matter of time, sir.
He can't hide forever.
What's this?
New lead in the missing boys case.
Still wasting time on something
that's dead and buried?
Henry Fuller's story doesn't add up.
Who?
The baker? He knew both the boys.
He claims he got a shop girl
pregnant.
She disappeared around the same
time the boys vanished.
She moved away. So what?
What if Henry Fuller killed
all three of them?
Oh, for heaven's sake.
How many times? That loony
John Evans took the boys.
And if you're wrong?
Wrong? To be fair to DI Burns...
I'll tell you what's wrong!
Is you, wasting your time
on ancient history
while the scum who tried to kill
my son is still walking free!
You want to get your priorities
right...
"Detective".
Here.
You left them on your desk.
Maybe Coulson's right.
Maybe I am chasing ghosts.
You can't give up.
You owe it to Stanley Collins,
to William Parker.
Go home. Have dinner
with your family.
Forget about work for a few hours.
I'll be going home to an empty house
and a fish paste sandwich.
I hear the Anchor does a pork pie
that's just about edible.
You've twisted my arm.
Give me five minutes.
Sorry about your stuff. I mean,
I couldn't get near the place.
Coppers everywhere.
Did anyone follow you?
Nah. I did like you said.
Doubled back.
Jumped on a couple of buses.
Paper say he's still alive.
Who?
The copper.
Look, you can't stay here forever.
Someone's bound to get suspicious.
No, you're right.
I'm going to have to blow.
Go somewhere they can't find me.
You can send for Lisa
once the heat's died down.
Are you joking? She'd bring
the law straight to me.
What about David? How do I even
know that's brat's even mine?
No. We're better off cutting
ties from this dump. We?
You ain't got nothing worth
staying here for. But London...
Yes, I can see it now.
We'll get a nice little flat.
A couple of new lads in. We'll
start again, only bigger this time.
But we ain't got a shilling
between us, John.
Let me worry about that, Sammy boy.
Have a chip.
I couldn't go from fighting for my
country to sitting behind a desk
six days a week.
Maybe I watched too many
westerns as a lad.
Always wanted to wear a sheriff's
badge and bring law
and order to Tombstone.
My mum wanted me to be a teacher.
And your father?
Wanted a boy.
No, that's a bit unfair!
He's always encouraged me
to follow my dreams.
Which wasn't teaching
seven-year-olds the ten times table?
I just wanted to do something
that made a difference.
And do you think
you're doing that now?
Well...
every morning I wake up and put
my uniform on, it feels right.
Maybe I liked westerns as well.
Only girls never get to be sheriff,
do they?
No. They get to make endless cups
of tea and type up reports
for male officers who can't even
spell the word burglary.
Thanks. For what?
I needed this.
How come you were going home
to an empty house anyway?
Deborah's taken the kids
to her parents' for a few days.
Must be nice to get
some peace and quiet.
I'll take you home.
Thanks.
What are you doing here?
I can't have a lady walk home
on her own, can I?
Walk? Where's this car
you're always going on about?
Nearly there. Bodywork's done.
Just waiting for a new grille
to arrive from the States.
You can't rush perfection, but in
the meantime it's Shanks' pony.
Your Sergeant Pratt told me
you were here.
Everyone's done a shift. Sitting
by Eddie's bed, talking to him.
Did you hold his hand?
What? Bill Pearson, you're jealous!
Of that dopey pup? I don't think so.
But I'm your girl.
Everyone knows that.
Prove it.
You do love me, don't you?
Bill?
Bill? Mm-hm.
You do love me?
Stop, stop.
I said stop!
Cathy.
Cathy!
Here's just fine.
Thanks for the lift.
Night, then.
Gina, I...
Hello? I'm home.
Hope you didn't wait.
I'm not that hungry...
Where have you been?
I had to work late.
Well, don't just stand there.
You've kept us waiting long enough.
I just hope it's not ruined.
I'm sure it'll be delicious.
Blimey!
You have pushed the boat out.
Best crockery.
Dad in a tie.
You should get promoted every week.
Have you been drinking?
Just a quick one.
I thought you said you were working.
We were talking about a case.
So you've been boozing while we've
been sat here like lemons?
She's here now, Bren.
Frank?
Where are you going? I want to hear
all about this new job.
Every detail.
I'm on earlies.
What about your tea?
I'm sorry, Mrs Dee.
I've lost my appetite.
Safe journey home, son.
Oh, that poor lad.
Why do you treat him so badly?
I just lost track of time.
That's not the only thing you'll
lose if you're not careful.
You won't find another man who'll
put up with your carrying on.
Now sit and eat before
it gets any colder.
Reckon we should start a book
on who's going to be next.
Might even put a guinea on myself.
Morning, Sergeant.
Dawson.
Johnny Harris?
Still haven't flushed him out.
What about his parents?
Local bobbies interviewed them,
but they reckon they haven't
seen him for years.
So what do we do now?
We?
Well, I thought...
Well, you thought wrong.
I need a partner who's on the ball.
Not someone who didn't
get any sleep last night.
I slept fine, thank you very much.
Oh, really?
Get back to your vital
police work, Constable,
that kettle won't boil itself.
Jack Burns can't be that good.
If she'd spent the night with me,
I'd have left her with
a smile on her face!
The first thing I did was check
the name Sarah Freeman
against the address you gave me.
And? She never lived there.
I don't understand.
However, our records do show
that a Sarah Stern lived at that
address until 1944.
And...
a cross reference with our
marriage records confirmed that...
Come on, Inspector.
Sarah Freeman's maiden name
was Stern.
Bingo!
So where did she go after '44?
Several addresses.
All in the Birmingham area.
The most recent being
number 15 Primrose Terrace.
But that's not the end of the trail.
Oh, no.
A death certificate?
Sarah Stern died at St Luke's
Hospital three weeks ago.
Any next of kin listed?
A George Stern
was present at the death.
And he is? Her son.
That fits. She was supposed to be
pregnant when she left Brinford.
Ah, no, but does it?
I could only find one birth
certificate linked to your lady.
Charles Albert Freeman.
Born 1919, died 1925, aged six.
Tuberculosis.
OK. So, she lost a child before she
came to work in the bakery.
Then she got pregnant again, went
away, gave birth to George.
Only one problem with that.
I've gone through all our records.
There's no birth certificate,
nothing. George Stern doesn't exist.
Cathy.
What's happened?
It's nothing.
Let me see.
Three-inch heels
and stairs don't mix.
Bill?
You won't tell anyone?
Of course not.
Dawson, you're needed.
Missing persons case.
19-year-old girl who didn't come
home last night.
Yes, Sergeant.
She always gets the last bus
home from work,
but we can't stay up that late.
Does Patricia have her own key?
She's always very careful not to
disturb us when she comes in.
Only when I went to wake her,
her bed hadn't been slept in.
Could she have missed the last bus?
Stayed with a friend?
It's never happened before.
She would have telephoned.
She'd have known how worried...
Where does Patricia work?
Hobbs' Restaurant.
Does Patricia have a boyfriend?
No. She's a good girl.
If she's not working, she's helping
me. You know, at the church.
Is there anything else, Mrs Buckley?
Sometimes when she says she's
running errands, she isn't.
She's going to the theatre
or dances.
She's not a child any more, Matthew.
She has to get out with people
her own age,
she can't be stuck in with us
all the time.
Why didn't you tell me?
You want to protect her.
She knows that, she has to find
her own way in the world.
I'll need a description of Patricia.
Salesman, is it?
Well, you won't get much joy there.
The dead don't have much call for
encyclopaedias or vacuum cleaners.
Police.
Detective Inspector Jack Burns.
Detective Inspector? Never had
one of them on Primrose Terrace.
This is where Sarah Stern lived?
Until the cancer took her.
Riddled with it.
By the time she got to
the doctors, it was too late.
Nothing they could do
but help with the pain.
And her son?
George? Oh, he was devoted to her.
They were never apart.
How old is he?
Let me see think. He had a birthday
a couple of months back.
Er...37.
You're sure? Positive. I remember
saying he should think about
moving out.
Still living with your mother
at that age? It ain't healthy.
37?
And steak and kidney pie.
Enjoy your meals.
Jessica Mundy?
Yes?
Can we sit and talk?
Yeah, sure.
I understand that you're friends
with Patricia Buckley?
And you were working together
last night?
That's right.
Well, your boss tells me
Patricia had the night off
and you telephoned in sick.
Why lie?
Is George still living here?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Haven't seen hide nor hair of him
since the funeral.
Any idea where he could have gone?
Took it really bad.
Day and night he sat by her bed.
And the flowers!
Her room was more like a garden
than a hospital.
Can you describe him?
Not as tall as you.
Hair - brownish. Polite. Sort of shy.
If George comes back, you'll contact
Brinford police station?
Of course. Thanks.
So, where did you go?
The Tavern.
The Skittles were playing.
And Patty's got the hots
for the singer. Richy Lomax.
What time did you leave the pub?
She wanted to go at ten to get
the last bus.
But you didn't go with her?
We had a bust-up.
I didn't even see her leave.
Could she have gone off with
this Richy? No.
How can you be so sure?
Because I was with me.
But if she's moaning that
I stole him, then...
Well, how's that police business
anyway?
Patricia never came home last night.
What?
What's all this about, Dawson?
A missing person, sir.
Patricia Buckley, 19.
She didn't come home last night.
I spoke to the conductor of the last
bus she could have taken home.
She wasn't on it.
If Patricia walked home,
her most direct route would have
taken her through Victoria Park.
Patricia's disappearance can't
just be a coincidence.
It could be an escalation, sir.
I'll organise a search.
Good work, Gina.
Edward?
Son?
Dad?
You read my mind.
About last night.
How did it go at the Records Office?
It was... confusing.
How?
Sarah Freeman went back to her
maiden name, Stern.
But there's no evidence of her
having had Henry Fuller's baby.
However, she did have a six-year-old
son
who died before she came
to Brinford.
The same age the boys were
when they went missing.
Then I find out that a
"George Stern",
supposedly her son, was living
with Sarah until she died.
He's 37, he's too old to be
Henry Fuller's child, but...
But the same age Stanley Collins
would be if he was still alive.
You think Sarah took Stanley?
It fits.
What about William?
Got in the way?
Threatened to tell what he'd seen.
But if George Stern is
Stanley Collins, where is he now?
Dawson.
Sir. My office.
Now.
It has come to my attention that
certain rumours are circulating.
Sir?
About you and a senior officer.
That's just malicious gossip.
So there's nothing improper going on
between you and Detective Inspector
Burns?
We went to the pub, that's all.
Just the two of you?
He's a married man!
It was just a drink.
It's still enough to ruin
your reputation.
I expected more of you, Dawson.
You've shown great promise.
Are you really going to throw your
career away for the sake of a tawdry
affair?
But it's not an affair.
That will be all, Dawson.
Yes, sir.
Gina? Not now, Jack.
What did Nelson say?
He said that people
are starting to talk.
About us?
So? Let them.
Well, that's easy for you to say.
You're not the one who's going to
lose their job over some stupid,
drunken kiss.
Are you saying it meant nothing?
I've worked too hard to get here.
Can't we talk about this?
I won't risk my career.
Not for you. Not for anyone.
It's not too late to call it off.
You going soft on me? No, I'm not.
Cos if you're going soft... I'm not!
He's here.
All right, let's do it.
All the money. Back in the bag,
then hand it over.
Do it, now!
Why don't you be a good boy
and put that down.
Do him!
Do... him!
It's no good, Johnny.
Give yourself up.
Just you and me now.
You're dead!
Come on, then!
Ready when you are, boy.
Only, you better be good.
Come on!
Johnny Harris,
I am arresting you for the attempted
murder of a brave officer
whose boots you're not fit to lick.
You are not obliged to say
anything, but anything you do say
won't matter,
because you'll be spending
the rest of your miserable little
life behind bars. Get used to it.
Shut up!
Not a mark, Sergeant.
Think you're a big man, are you?
Some more good news.
I've just had Chief Superintendent
Coulson on the telephone.
Eddie's out of danger.
Ah, that's great news!
Ah, where's your big smile?
Well done, son.
Yeah, well, I need to go back
to work so... Right.
But you mentioned something
about a pint?
Great. The Anchor. 7 o'clock?
Sounds good.
There he is - the shirker.
What you won't do
for a few days off!
Sarge.
Do you know how worried we've been?
We?
Oh, it's just me.
Cathy's been in every day.
Tell you what, I'm glad
they're letting you out.
Your old man's been driving us mad.
Well, everyone will be very pleased
to hear how well you're doing.
Tara a bit.
Here, let me.
I...
I had it cleaned.
I'm glad that someone was
watching over you.
That was supposed to be my job.
I expect you back on duty
as soon as possible.
After all, you are a Coulson.
Yes, sir.
Frank's on his way.
It's not Frank I'm here for.
Oh?
Stay away from her.
What?
I know what you did.
Cathy's my girl. I do what I want.
Hurt her again, and
I'll have you locked up in a cell.
You can't tell me who I can
and can't see.
What's going on?
You want to keep your mare
on a shorter rein.
How's he going to do that?
With his fists, like you do?
You cow! What are you doing?
He needs to be told. Here?
Do you know what he's done?
This is where I work.
How am I meant to set
an example to the men
when they see you shouting
at the gates like a fishwife?
I thought you'd come to apologise,
but no, that's too much
to ask for, isn't it?
I am sorry.
I'll make it up to you. I promise.
See you later.
Put her back in her place, then.
If you ever talk to her
like that again...