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(TAP-DANCING TO MUSIC)

Come on, then. Come on!

I think you're with Mr Gould today,
Mary.

It's been changed,
and not so much of the "Mary".

So you'd like me to collect you
next week, would you, Mrs Haynes?

You don't listen, do you?
You're all the same, you do-gooders.

So busy imitating the angels,
you just don't listen!

"Good night, Angela,
thank you for your help."

(ANGRY) "My pleasure, Mrs Haynes.
My pleasure!"

You've been in here again!
You've been in here again!

You break my front door
and you are paying for it!

Yeah, you're living in the past!

You're living in the past!
You take care of him!

(CAT MIAOWS)
Here you are.

There's some milk.

They think because you get old,
you get stupid.

Well, they're not having
what's mine.

They're not having it.

Mr Frost,
I wondered if I might have a word.

Yes, certainly, Mr erm..?

Bright. Mr Bright.

Bright. Right...Bright.

Yes, Mr Bright?

This is very embarrassing and
I hope you won't take it amiss.

Oh, yes, what's that, Mr Bright?

Not to put too fine a point on it -
it's your back garden.

(ENGINE FAILS TO START)
I mean,

I know we're newcomers
to the neighbourhood

and I appreciate that you're a busy
man, you would be in your business.

It really isn't very nice to
look out of a bedroom window and -

I know, absolutely.
You're quite right.

I'll get something done about it,
Mr Bright.

That's very civil of you.

Oh, just a minute, I was wanting
to have a word with you, anyway.

Oh yes, why's that?
Could you give me a push?

Someone breaks in and takes
the only money she's got

and what do you people do about it,
eh? Nothing!

All she gets is a follow-up visit
from some stupid cow

Who says, "Is she all right?"
and "Would she like a cup of tea?"

Just look at the state of her! She's
terrified to go to bed at night!

Do something, all right?
Do something!

Don't waste your time -
they're useless!

How about this
pornography business?

We're very near. By the end of
the week, I'll be giving 'em a pull.

JACK!
Have you got a minute?

Yes. Morning, gentlemen.
What can I do for you?

About these Old Aged Pensioners
getting turned over -

No, "senior citizens", please.

I see there was another one
two nights ago.

Yes, sir, little old lady
living on her own.

Someone broke in,
took £80 in used fivers.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but that's
the 16th break-in in three weeks.

I haven't kept count,
but you're probably right.

As it happens, I'm exactly right.

16 elderly ladies robbed of their
life savings.

What are we doing about it?
What the hell can we do about it?

He doesn't leave any forensic
and no-one's ever seen him.

I mean, it wasn't so bad if he was
taking jewellery and flogging it.

I might get a whisper, but he
doesn't, he takes bits and pieces.

He concentrates on cash.
What about the blue van?

Yes, yes, that's right -
the famous blue van.

It's something for you to go on?
Yes, sir.

In 16 burglaries, two people -
two, mark you

- said they thought they saw
a blue van parked nearby.

The first one said it was
definitely a small blue van.

The other one said it was
a big van, probably blue,

but couldn't be certain!
Well, it's a lead, Jack, of a sort.

Which presumably
you're following up.

Yes, sir, but do you realise
how many blue vans there are

in the Denton area alone?
It doesn't matter how many -

the computer can churn
out information in seconds.

Yes, sir, we have -
and it's already done that.

But what it can't do -
it can't go knocking on doors

asking stupid questions!

That comes down to PC Plod
and that takes time

and that comes out of your budget...
"Sir"!

Now, if there's nothing else,
my sausage sandwich is congealing.

No? Good. Thank you.

Are you happy with that sort of
negative attitude, Jim?

What time did you get in?
Oh, don't start. Just don't start.

Why didn't you come to bed?

Because I fell asleep down here,
all right?

Look at the state of you.

Yeah, well.

Bit of an 'eadcase, aren't I?

Her milk's still out.

Hm?
Next door.

Her milk's still out.

And I could hear her cat, behind the
door, like it's trying to get out.

Think I'll see if she's all right.
Oh, just leave it.

Don't be silly, she's an old lady.
I said leave it.

You don't give a toss about anyone,
do you?

No, not about that old cow,
I don't, no.

(KNOCKING)

(CAT MIAOWS)
Mrs Haynes?

Dean! Dean!

Dean! Dean!

All I'm saying is take it easy.

Come on, Jim,
he gets right up my nose.

Make the effort, please.
Yes, all right, I'll try.

Oh, and Jack...he's a little
concerned about the way you dress.

The way I what?!

You know, your shirts and stuff.

Oh, that's great, that is!

So far today - my garden, my attitude
and now my shirts. Anything else?

Jack!
I know, don't tell me,

you don't like
the way I park my car?

Another old girl's been turned over,
this time he beat her up.

Pretty badly by all accounts.

Oh no...

Anyone home?
In here, guv.

This is where it happened, is it?

They found her in this chair.
They? Who are they?

The couple next door.
WPC Wallace is with them now.

Yes, yes, I know, I saw.

How do you mean, chair?
She was sitting in this chair.

Someone comes in, beats her to pulp
and she just sits there, does she?

No, I'm saying
that's how they found her.

I don't suppose she put up
much of a fight.

She's 76-years-old
and crippled with arthritis.

Is that her stick there?
Presumably, guv.

That's how you found it?
Against the chair like that?

That's her handbag? Unopened?
That's how we found it.

There must've been blood everywhere.
But the place is immaculate.

No blood, no mess,
everything in its place -

He must have tidied up after him.

I wish he'd come and tidy my place.

(TUTS)

Do we know what's missing?
If anything.

Her pension book shows
she drew her money yesterday,

but her purse was empty.

Maybe she spent it.
She must live well -

there's nearly a quid's worth
of food in there (!)

Find out how much she drew out.

Some of them leave it a week or two.
Could be quite a bundle.

It's already in hand.

Thought it might be. Just trying to
impress you with my laser-like mind.

What about jewellery?

Nothing seems
to have been disturbed.

It's whether anybody knows.
She's a widow. No family.

Apart from the cat.

Well, what do you reckon?
The same bloke?

I don't see it, guv.
No?

The way she was attacked, the way
the place was left, no forced entry.

No, this is a one-off.
Well, hopefully it's a one-off.

If next door came in,
the chain must have been off.

Maybe she hadn't put it on.

That's more like it, I suppose.

Jack!
Tell me something good.

A lady across the road
wants to speak to the man in charge.

Will I do?
Number 37, Mrs Barrett.

See what you can find out next door.

I want a team knocking on the doors,

Forensic giving us priority, someone
sitting by the old girl's bed.

If I've forgotten anything,
I want that done too.

Oh, yes. And by the way,
in order to keep Mr Mullett happy,

see if anyone's seen a blue van
about, will you?

Blue van? Yeah. 37, did you say?
Yeah, number 37.

Oh you've checked that?
Let's have a look.

And then, when I opened the door...

..and I saw her just sitting there,
with her face all...

Anyway...
I ran out and I got Dean...

..and he came in and stayed with her

while I went across the road
to phone the ambulance.

Ours had been cut off. They don't
think about emergencies, do they?

That's all I know.

And the chain wasn't on the door?
I didn't know she had one.

Well, that's all I need to know
for now.

Is she gonna be all right?

About a 50-50 chance, they reckon.

How can someone do that?

Yeah.

I hate poking my nose in,
but I thought it might be useful.

I mean, the state of her...

They were having a row, Mrs Haynes
and that couple from next door.

Well? Neighbours row all the time.

It was about her key.
Eh?

She keeps a spare key
hidden in the garden.

Daft, if you ask me.
Everyone knows where it is.

As far as I could tell,

she'd found it moved
and accused him of taking it.

If everyone knows, why pick on him?
They'd argued before.

She'd accused him of poking about
while she was at the hospital.

I see. Is that likely?
Dunno. He's a bit of a layabout.

That girlfriend of his looked
worried out of her mind.

Still, I suppose he must've done
something right

or she wouldn't have stuck with him,
would she? No.

So, that was
about five o'clock last night?

About that.

You didn't see anything after that?

No. Not until
I saw her go in the house today.

But not last night?

No, I was out. My fancy man picked
me up and we went for a drive.

Your fancy man, eh?

He only wants us to get engaged.

Mark you, I couldn't marry him,
even if I wanted to.

Oh. Why's that?

I lied to him.
If we got married he'd find out.

Find out about what?

I told him I was 67
and I'm really...

..68.

(TUTS) Now, that IS naughty.

I know what they all think -

silly old cow with her blonde wig,
painted fingernails...

..still running after
a pair of trousers.

But getting older doesn't mean
you stop having feelings.

It doesn't mean to say that you...

Well, you don't want to reach out...

and feel a warm body
lying next to you

when you wake up in the morning.

IF you wake up in the morning.

Yeah.

Excuse me, can you tell me
where Ward Five is?

Through the doors and up the stairs.

How is she?

She opened her eyes
but she's still not with us.

Mrs Haynes?

If I'm to get the hero
that did this,

I'm gonna need your help.

I need a description.

Anything.

If you understand me,
just squeeze my hand.

Why would he do this to her?

I dunno, sir. Perhaps she
caught him at it and he panicked.

She was half crippled.
She couldn't move.

No.

Thump her a bit, yeah, but...

..but not this.

No, Constable.

I just don't understand it.

Neither do I, sir.

But I don't understand
a lot of things in this job.

Ain't that a fact, Constable?
Ain't that a fact?

Turn right when you get to the gate.

On second thoughts, turn left.

I've got something urgent to do
up the high street.

Hello, love.

She was a misery by all accounts.
No-one's got a good word for her.

Mind you, she was
in a lot of pain with arthritis.

She's in more bloody pain now.

Tell me something.
When was her birthday?

Er, October 26th, 1917.

Well, somebody liked her.
Gave her a present.

There was wrapping paper in the bin.

Well, that's useful, guv.

Are you trying to be funny?
Me, guv? No, wouldn't dare.

She collected her pension
from the post office.

She was in there yesterday
for the first time in three weeks.

How much is three weeks'?
£165, near enough. In new notes.

The bank'll have a record.

Urgent message from fingerprints -
they've got an identification.

Dean Ronald Hoskins, aged 24.

Three previous. Burglary,
breaking and entering, assault -

Hoskins. That's the bloke next door.

D'you want him brought in?

No! We know he was in there
cos he found her.

He SAID he found her.
If he's in it, so's his girlfriend.

Let me finish.
All right. Carry on.

His fingerprints were all over
the old girl's handbag.

Good afternoon.

Oi! Where d'you think you're going?
You've got no right!

Just cos he's got a record. When was
the last time he did anything?

Oi! Get out! Going to search
the cornflakes, are you?

Get out! Bloody fascist bastards!

Bit behind with your payments,
aren't you, love?

So bloody what? We owe a few bob,

does that mean he'll beat up some
old lady?

You are sick.
That's what you are, you're sick.

No, you're just like me.
Never pay till I get the red one.

Keep 'em waiting, eh?

And for your information,
Miss Reynolds,

it's not because the light
of your life here has got a record,

it's because his fingerprints
were found

all over the old lady's handbag.

Yeah, so I was in there.
You know I was.

Yes, but I didn't know you were
poncing about with her bag, did I?

It was on the floor, all right?
I picked it up.

Why were you touching her
handbag in the first place? 'Ey?

You heard, son. I said, what were
you doing touching her handbag?

Jack.

So, you have a row, then you go in
to see if she's OK.

How do you account for that?

Because she's a human being,
you smug cow!

We're not standing for this.
This is victimisation.

Can you tell me what this is doing
in your airing cupboard?

It's my giro money. So what?

Oh. You put it in there in case an
old lady breaks in and nicks it?

Dean?

I'll tell you so what, Mr Hoskins.

When she drew her pension,
they recorded the numbers

because they were new notes.

Just like these, Mr Hoskins.

So, if those numbers
and these numbers are the same...

That's so what, Mr Hoskins.

I swear to you, I never touched her.

Then what's this all about?

Gospel truth, all right.

I never laid a finger on her.

Kathy goes over the road
and I'm standing there.

And I see her handbag,
and it's like...

It's open with her purse
and everything.

I was gonna pay her back. It's not
as if she's gonna need it, is she?

Well, is she?

You bastard! You lousy rotten...

Oh, dear. We've got a domestic.
Sort it out, Constable.

No, don't worry. I don't know
what time I'll be back myself.

No.

Don't do that.
Why don't I get a takeaway?

What d'you fancy? A Chinese?

No, don't tell me now. I'll ring you
from there and you can tell me then.

OK? Yeah. Look, I've got to go.

I'll give you a ring.

Sorry, guv.
Eh? Oh, yeah.

I don't know. Look at this lot here.
Every day it's the same.

Well, is Hoskins in the frame
or not?

Only as a sneak thief.
I don't see him as a granny basher.

No, neither do I.
Still, he's the only one we've got.

We'll keep him, make him sweat,
teach him a lesson.

I didn't think...

You didn't think what?

I didn't think we were in
the business of teaching lessons.

They reckon she was beaten about
the head with her walking stick.

'Wiped clean of all prints', etc.

'Traces of blood
in the kitchen waste trap.'

So, he cleans it off,
leaves it against the chair

as if nothing had happened.

Apart from changing
the shape of her face.

What's this?

'A piece of a jigsaw puzzle
found down the side of the chair.'

'No jigsaw puzzle found
in the house.'

So, he beats her up,
but he doesn't take anything.

As far as we know, he didn't.
As far as we know.

Which means what?

He was either disturbed or
he panicked, couldn't find anything.

Perhaps he didn't want anything
in the first place.

Right, come on. Home time.

That's it. Good night, Sergeant.
Good night, guv.

You don't fancy a drink, do you?

(BOTTLES CLINKING)

There you go.

Oh, God! I forgot to pick up
my stuff from the launderette.

What's the time now?
I can just make it.

I have to.
I haven't got a clean shirt.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Well, how am I doing?
Guv?

How am I treating you?

Well, you've just bought me
a large G and T.

I had a lecture from Horn-rimmed
Harry about how to treat a woman

unfortunate enough to be posted
as my bagman. Bagperson.

You know - equality, harassment.
Ah.

Actually, I think he hoped
you'd be the sort of woman that,

when I bought her a G and T...

..would think I was trying to get
into her knickers.

You bought George a Campari and soda
the other night.

I'd hate to think you were trying
to get into his.

How d'you mean, hoping? Mr Mullett?

I was being indiscreet.
You, guv? I can't believe that.

Mr Mullett and I share what's known
as a lack of understanding.

Yes. I've heard about it.

It's only my medal
that keeps me afloat.

Yes, I've heard about that, too.

If I do find there's a problem,
and it does happen, you know,

then I'll tell you - not him.

I'll drink to that.

Is there a Mr Frost here?
Yes, here.

Telephone.

Frost.

(BURST OF LAUGHTER)

You'll have to speak up.

10 Jubilee Street.

Upstairs bedroom.
The old girl's dead.

(HAMMERING ON DOOR)

Right, Sergeant, up you go.

There you are, you see, Sergeant.
If you'd been a bloke...

You keep your eyes open, go on.

If you don't mind my saying, guv,

don't you think breaking into
someone's house

on the say-so of an anonymous
phonecall is a bit of a liberty?

Yes, you're quite right, Sergeant.

I'm getting too BLOODY old
for this sort of thing.

Next time, you wear a pair of
trousers.

(MUTTERING DOWNSTAIRS)

(MUTTERING CONTINUES)

Oh, my God...

What do you mean,
"It's for his own good"?

She's been dead four weeks
and he's still trying to feed her.

He needs help.
That is precisely my point!

Why are you arresting him?
We're not arresting him.

We're taking him into care
because if we don't do that,

he's going to be in an
even worse state, isn't he?

So er, what's all this, then?

You ain't gonna believe this. No?

I called in to pick my stuff up
from the launderette.

Some bugger's gone and nicked it.

YOUR stuff?

Yes. All of it.

That's what I call
a desperate criminal.

I had to call in to the market.

Ah, you shop in style, then?

Look at this. Look, look.

Two shirts for a tenner.
That can't be bad, can it?

Quality gear, that.
Yeah. I can feel.

Look, if you -

Where are they all off to then?
Brighton.

Lunch theatre matinee,
fish and chip tea - Not bad, eh?

Oh, I'd rather be 18
and off to the Palais.

Right. While you're here, you
wouldn't help me move this piano?

Yes, course.
Where would you like it?

Just up the back here, please.
Right, OK.

(STRUGGLING) Here we go.

What can you tell me
about Mrs Haynes?

Ah, yes, poor Mrs Haynes.

I called in at the hospital
yesterday evening.

They don't seem very hopeful.

What do you want to know?
Well, anything you know about her.

Not a lot, really.

She's been a club member
for two years.

No relatives, as far as I know.

She the sort of woman who would open
her door to a stranger?

No, definitely not.

She's got rather a
suspicious nature, I'm afraid.

Well, let's face it,
she can actually be very difficult.

A lot of the old people here
are very friendly with each other,

popping in to each other's
houses and so on.

But I don't think Mrs Haynes ever
invited anyone back to her place.

How did she get here to the club?
We have a team of volunteer drivers,

someone would have collected her
then taken her back.

Do you know who took her home
this week?

Angela. Mrs Newcombe.

"Mrs Newcombe."
Right, thank you.

Anything else I can help you with
while I'm here?

Well, there's the chairs.

By the way, how are you making out
with our Maureen?

Hm? Maureen?

Two teas and a bacon sarnie.

Maureen Lawson,
Detective Sergeant Lawson,

the one with the long hair
and the you-knows. Oh, Maureen!

That's her name, is it?
She's good news, as it happens.

Mm, she's a good-looker. I hope you
don't find yourself tempted.

What? Playing footsie with
a junior officer? Cor, dear.

Mullett would love that,
wouldn't he?

No, actually, Jim,
I've lost the urge.

You know, women.

What's that, growing up
or growing old, do you reckon?

Yeah, well, you've had a rough
old year. That's true.

Oh, Christ, is that the time?
I'm off to court.

See you. See you.

Hello. Hello.

Hope I didn't get you intro trouble
last night with your boyfriend.

Sorry? Getting you in late.

Oh, yeah. No, everything was fine.

You know, all the time we were
together, my wife never realised that

she wasn't just married to me,
she was married to the job.

Not that I didn't take advantage
of it, used it as an excuse.

Just like all the blokes
in the pub last night.

Pub last night... Elliott!

I knew it would come to me!
Bernard Elliott! Come on.

# RADIO: Brahms' 3rd Symphony

Hello, Bernard. Haven't you got
anything a bit more cheerful?

Hello, Mr Frost, nice to see you.

Liar. Is that your van over there?
The blue one? Yes, yes, it is.

Yes, the blue one.

You haven't told Swansea you've
painted it, have you, little tinker?

They've got it down as a white one.
So have we.

Oh, yes. Sorry.

What were you doing
in that house last night?

What house?

Come on, Bernard, I know that it
was you that phoned me,

because I recognised your voice.

Not at first, I must admit, but then
I'm not as bright as I once was.

Neither are you.

Come on, you were turning it over,
weren't you, Bernard?

Certainly not.
Oh, come on!

The only way you'd know
about Mrs Tutankhamen

was if you'd been in the house.

And you didn't go in through the
door, you went in through the window.

Come on, don't mess me about,
you know how irritable I get.

All right, I was in there
seeing what I could find

and I found her -
Frightened the life out of me!

Yeah, well, didn't do my laundry
much good, I can tell you.

Bernard, what is this?

Where did that come from?

I'll tell you where it came from,
it came from a Mrs Redgrave

who was burgled three weeks ago.

Listen, we've had quite a run
on these burglaries.

And what I want to know is -
are they down to you?

Now, a simple yes or no will suffice.

And this is Police Brutality Week,
so think carefully.

How long have you been
in the burglary business?

Just this lot, really.

Oh, that's why I haven't given you
a tug before.

I had you down as a 9 to 5 man.

Well, things haven't been good.

My daughter's getting married
in a couple of months.

Oh dear, you've buggered that up,
haven't you?

Should have thought of that before
you robbed little old ladies.

There's always a chance of bail,
I suppose.

There's always a chance
that England will beat Germany 6-0.

Well, he's put his hand up for
16 burglaries and one attempted,

if we include last night's date
with Sleeping Beauty.

Excellent, excellent.
Yes, Sir,

I thought you'd be pleased.
Well, let's face it,

That improves this month's
clear-up rate by about... 0.5%.

And you're quite sure he wasn't
involved in the assault on Mrs...

Whatever-her-name-was?
Haynes? No, sir. Not his style.

By the way, sir,
you were absolutely right.

He did have a blue van.

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

Desmond, it's your mother!

You said you were going to phone me.
Fat chance of that, I don't think!

Where are you?

Off on one of your
fancy business trips, I suppose.

Oh, I don't know.
If your father were -

(DOORBELL)
Hold on, you'll have to wait.

There's someone at the door.

Might even be you!

(LAUGHS) My lucky night.

Jack?

Shirley. Shirley Fisher.

Yes, of course. Sorry, I was
miles away. How are you?

I'm fine. And you?
Yes, yes, yes, fine.

How's the smoking?
Oh, it's OK.

Still got no confidence in it,
though.

Which way are you going?
Oh, same as me.

Well, did you ever get that new car?

Oh, I decided against it,
I didn't really need it.

How about you? Did you get
a new washing machine?

No. Same thing, really.

I got a season ticket
to the late-night launderette.

You're looking after yourself then?
Yes.

Yes, I take baths and everything.
You'd be amazed.

No, it's OK. It still feels
a bit strange - living on my own.

You get used to it. Eventually.

Erm... I go this way.
Oh... Oh, right.

It was really nice seeing you.
Yes, yes, yes. You too.

Bye, then, Jack,
I'm glad you're all right.

Yes, thanks.

Erm...

Maybe we could have a meal or
something some time if you're not...

You know...
That'd be very nice.

Good.
Well, I'll... I'll give you a ring.

OK.

Well?
Not good, sir.

Did she say anything?
Nothing I can make sense of.

Who's that in there with her?
Someone from the church.

A Mrs Newcombe.

Look, there's no point in both of us
staying here. Good night.

Night, sir.

Hang on a minute - Newcombe?

Did you say Newcombe?

Yes... Angela Newcombe.

She drove her home.

Mrs Newcombe?

That's OK.

She's old and she's lonely.

Sometimes loneliness
turns to bitterness.

It becomes like a cancer, really.
It takes over.

She'd be even lonelier if it wasn't
for people like you.

I don't do much,
just fetching and carrying, really.

Not like some of them.
Some of the helpers are wonderful.

Really wonderful. They do so much.

I don't mean people like me, people
who don't have children or a family,

I mean people who...
Do you know what time it is?

Do you know what time it is!?
I'm sorry, John.

The Medwins. We're supposed to be
at the Medwins'!

(GASPS) Oh, my God, I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry.

I'm sick of playing second fiddle to
these lame dogs, do you understand?

Do you understand me?

Excuse me, sir, it was my fault.
I was asking -

Who are you?
John -

I asked him.
Det Insp Frost, Denton CID, sir.

Oh, I see. About Angela's old lady.

Yes, that's right, sir.

Do you need to ask my wife
any more questions?

No, sir, as a matter of fact,
I don't.

Then we needn't detain you, need we?

No.

Good night, Mrs Newcombe.

Good night... sir.

You do know, don't you?
You know exactly what you're doing!

Because every time it happens like
this! With anything important!

Every single... (MUTED SPEECH)

Yes. Done that.

Er...done that.

Not doing that.

Oh yes, Newcombe, John Newcombe.

See what you can find out about
John Newcombe for me, will you?

Who is he?
He's the husband of a helper

down at St Whatsit,
where the old lady went.

Anything in particular?

No. Other than I don't like him.

Oh, well, in that case, I'm
sure we can find something to put
him away for a year or two.

Just find out about him for me,
will you? (YAWNS)

I'm having some terrible nights,
lately.

Three hours and that's my lot.

And last night I thought I'd have
a nice early night,

a nice drop of Scotch,
get myself eight hours.

What happens? Two o'clock this
morning I'm wide awake again.

I suppose you were out on the town
with your fella?

Yeah, we did erm...
We did go out for a meal, yeah.

I think that's what I need, really.
A bit of company.

I've had an offer.

Well, I made an offer.

Hmm.

Thing is, though...

Hey, listen to me.

Now, this is your fault, Sergeant.
(PHONE RINGS)

If you'd been a bloke
I wouldn't be going on like this.

Frost.

Through there, sir.

Morning, Jack.
Morning.

Did it properly this time.
Must be getting his hand in.

Oh, dear.

Mrs Alice Ryder. 76.

She's a widow.
Got a son living in Denton.

Name of Desmond.

We're trying to contact him.

'I borrowed her Daily Mirror
yesterday afternoon

just before she went off to bingo.'

Thursday's her bingo afternoon.
She gets back at seven.

About half nine, I knock on
her door to give it back

but there's no answer.

So I stick it in the letter box.

Well, I'm going for my walk this
morning and it's still in there.

That's funny, I think.

So I knock on her door,
and I still don't get no answer.

So I let myself in -

I got a spare to her flat, and
she's got one to mine, just in case.

And...

there she is.

So...

I...I phone you lot.

Look...

would you fancy a cup of tea?

No thanks, I've had one,
but you go ahead.

So she didn't have her
security chain on the front door?

She didn't have no chain.

She's got one, all right.
Brand new too by the looks of things.

Stone me. I am getting old.
I never noticed it.

I knew she was having one fitted,

because she said her son
was worried about

all these burglaries that have been
going on.

Not worried enough to spend a bit
of time with her. Do any of 'em?

Where's the pathologist?

Been and gone.
He'll phone you this afternoon

with the time for the autopsy.

Well, nothing missing.

Everything clean and tidy,
just like the other one.

Oh, dear. Look at that.

Fifty quid in
her purse and nothing in the fridge.

My mother was the same
after the old man went.

Always putting something by
for a rainy day.

Rather die of cold than
spend money on a decent sweater.

Getting old and frightened
and ignored.

Something to look forward to,
isn't it, Sergeant?

What you're saying is
there's every possibility

we have a serial killer
here in Denton.

Well, if the first victim dies,
and there's every chance she will,

that's what we're saying.

We're got to tread very carefully
on this one.

The last thing we want is panic.

Panic is what you'll get unless
you can keep the press in check.

I've been holding them off
all morning.

We need to give the public our side
of things.

Reduce the panic syndrome.

I'll get in touch with
Social Services,

arrange to have some liaison work,

have the usual notices and warnings
put out, and so on.

What we need, sir, is one of your
television appearances.

Yes, I'll get on to that.

I need to be kept PROPERLY informed
on this one, Jack.

No scribbled notes.
Up to the minute information.

Best of all, of course,
a quick result.

This is our number one priority.

He's got to be caught
before he kills again.

Right, what have we got?

Right, quiet, please, everyone!
Listen!

Let's have your concentration up here
on this board.

I want you to take a look
at these pictures.

Mrs Mary Haynes, aged 77.

Mrs Alice Ryder, aged 76.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I want to show you the sort of man
that we are dealing with.

He's done this twice.

If we don't find him quick,
he's going to do it again.

Because a man who's capable of
this sort of thing is a mental case.

And he's not going to stop
until someone stops him, right?

Now, why these?

Why these two old ladies
in particular?

Hmm?

Does he attack at random
or is there a link?

Is there a common denominator?

Well, let's think about it.

What do we know about them?

They're both women, right?

They're both old ladies,

they're both widowed
and they both live alone.

And they both opened the door
to someone they knew and trusted.

Apart from family and friends -

there weren't too many of them about,
by all accounts -

who else would they open the door
to that they knew and trusted?

That's what we want to know. Think!

The doctor, home visitor.

Social Services, Meals on Wheels.

Gas man, electricity.

Someone from the church.
Vicar or priest?

Good, good. Anybody else?

Any other ideas?

No? Is that it?

There's a sign of the times for you.

You gave me all the people
they might trust

and no-one mentioned
a bloody policeman! (LAUGHTER)

Let's get on with it. Chase them
all, anyone you can think of.

George, what about dry cleaners,
that sort of thing?

Nothing yet, guv.
Keep at it. Something might turn up.

Any joy with the neighbours?
No, guv. Deaf and dumb as usual.

Oh. Some kid reckons he saw a car,
a dark blue saloon.

Pretty sure it was a Vauxhall.

Didn't we have a Vauxhall
with the other old lady?

A Vauxhall or a Ford.
I checked on Newcombe.

Sorry? Who?

The husband of the woman who works
at the Old People's club.

Yes. And? He's an architect.
No record. Nothing known.

Bet you a pound to a penny
he knocks her about a bit.

Anything else?
There is one thing, guv.

We keep saying 'he' - the killer.

Why couldn't it be a woman?

(ENGINE REVS)

That's wonderful. Thank you.

A hose had perished and come loose.

Is that bad? No, not at all.
I've tightened the clip for now

but you should take it to a garage
and ask them to fit a new one.

Are you all right, Mrs Newcombe?

Of course. Why do you ask that?

You look like
something's bothering you.

I'm just running a bit late.

I wanted to get home before
my husband. He worries about me.

Off you go, then.

Thanks again.

Apart from my mother, there were two
other messages on the machine.

One at 8:15...

The other at nine o'clock.

It's all right.
Take your time, Mr Ryder.

I'm all right now, thank you.

Please.

So there were two other
calls on the machine,

one at 8:15,
the other at nine o'clock.

That means your mother must have
phoned you

between the intervening 45 minutes.

Yes.

They put the time of her death

somewhere between
nine and 11 o'clock.

You're saying whoever she answered
the door to

is the one who attacked her.

I'm not saying that definitely.

But it is a distinct possibility.

She wouldn't answer the door

to someone she didn't know.
I was always...

I was always very firm with her
about that. I always...

You didn't bring the tape with you,
sir?

No. I'm sorry.

I'd like to borrow it.

The Sergeant will go back with you.

Thank you very much.
That's all, sir.

One more thing, Mr Ryder.

Where were you last night?

Me? You suspect me?

I'd be happy
if I had anyone to suspect.

It's just a question of elimination.

I was in Newcastle.

The Queensway Hotel.
Here's the receipt.

Thank you, sir.

I'd like it back.

I need it for my expenses claim.

Right, let's try it again.

(STARTS TAPE RECORDER)

"I don't know. If your poor dear
father was alive... (DOORBELL)"

First doorbell.

"Hold on, you'll have to wait.
There's someone at the door."

"Might even be you."

Puts down the receiver,
goes to the hall.

Slow down. She's an old lady.

"(DOORBELL)"

There's the second doorbell.

(TAPE VERY INDISTINCT)

She gets to the door.

She looks through the spy hole,
cos she says something.

She says something again there.

She's saying something else.

She draws the first bolt.

She draws the second bolt.

She takes off the chain.

Opens the lock. Opens the door.

She says something to him.
He says something to her.

She invites him in,
because she closes the door.

(DOOR CLOSES ON TAPE)

There it is.

Comes along the hall.

She leaves him in the hall.

"Don't touch anything."

Picks up the receiver.

(BEEPING)

And the tape runs out.

Well, definitely someone she knew.

And someone she wasn't afraid of.

Pity we can't hear
what she said at the door.

(TAPE CRACKLY BUT CLEARER)

"Hold on."

"(BOLT DRAWN BACK)"

"(DOOR OPENS)"

Play it again. This time, just the
sounds of her doing the door.

And as loud as you can, please.

(TAPE LOUD AND DISTORTED)

"Good, you've brought it. Hold on."

"(BOLT DRAWN BACK)"

"Hold on."

"(BOLT DRAWN BACK)"

"(DOOR OPENS)"

"(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)"

The chain!
Sorry?

There's no sound
of the chain being taken off.

Well done, Sergeant.

Good of you to spare me the time.

It's nice to be useful for a change.

So, what's it all about?

You said you knew
Mrs Ryder was having a chain fitted

because her son
was worried about her.

Something like that.

When did she tell you this?

Be about last Tuesday.
No, Wednesday.

I was taking her paper back and he
rung up to see

if she'd done something about it.
I overheard, like.

So he was getting it fixed for her?

No. That's it, you see.

That's what? That's what she was
going on about

and that's how I know.

She said 'No, I'll get it done
myself. Fat lot you care.'

That sort of thing.
The usual argy-bargy.

I said to her 'If you want
a chain fitted, I'll do it.'

'No, thank you.' she said, 'the
bloke from the bingo has offered.'

So I think, 'Right, suit yourself.'

Bloke from the bingo?
She meant one of the drivers.

What drivers?

They lay on a coach for the OAPs.

Picks 'em up and brings 'em home.

Did she have a regular driver?

Dunno. Never seen him. I say 'him',
but they have women drivers.

You don't go yourself?

No, don't believe in gambling.
Mug's game.

Besides,
I never bloody win anything.

Why did you ask her?

I dunno. Just one of those things
you say, innit?

D'you like her? Yeah. Very nice.

Has she got any ties? Divorced.

Well, then.

Well, the thing is...

What I'm trying to say, I suppose,
is that...

Say I took her out for a meal
or something.

I don't want her to get the wrong
idea, you know?

Chip? No.

I mean... What do you think?

Look, what's the worst thing
that can happen?

You take her out,
you have a bad couple of hours,

you say goodbye and you never see
her again.

Go on. Risk it.

Do you want to ring your fella,
tell him you'll be late?

No.

No, it's all right.

And by the way, it isn't 'my fella'.

I live with someone,
but it isn't a fella.

Oh. Oh, I see.

I didn't want you
to get the wrong idea.

All right, guv?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. All right, yeah.

Right. I'll be there. Thanks. Bye.

Sorry about that. Where were we?

Come on, George. Off you go.

The main bingo-run contract
is with Super Swift Coaches,

but they subcontract the work out
to other firms on a day-to-day
basis.

These are they.

Each firm has a rota of drivers
for its various runs.

So you mightn't get
the same driver each time.

Not only that, most drivers are
self-employed -

so the same driver could work
for different firms.

Skip the horses d'ooves.
Get down to the meat and veg.

We've run the names and duty rotas
through the computer

so we could eliminate all those
who couldn't have done it. Yeah.

We've come down to
four possibilities.

David Allen Hardwick, 38,
married, two children.

Thomas Riley, 41,
married, no children.

Patrick Robert O'Connell, 33,
married, one teenage daughter.

And Ronald William Gould,
35, single.

We've got a lot more checking
to do.

Apart from anything else, most
drivers swap with each other

and don't tell the guv'nor.

But the only one who was off duty

at the time of both attacks
is Mr Gould.

But he's a cheery bloke,
by all accounts.

The old dears love him.

Right, I'll be off now, Gran.

How are you getting on
with your new puzzle?

You've got eyes, haven't you?

Don't forget to change my book.

'Course I won't.

Don't you think you should hedge
your bets a bit?

No, I don't, Jim.
I really fancy this one.

You've got nothing on him.

Then I'll find something.

This is our boy. I know it is.

This your famous gut reaction,
is it?

Yeah, well, that's guts, innit, Jim?

You get ulcers, I get reactions.

Yeah, well, let's hope you get
a result as well.

Look, if you really fancy him,
don't blow it, eh, Jack?

Don't pull him in until you've got
good, solid evidence.

I want every available man on him.

I want him watched 24 hours a day.

I want to know everything about him.

I want his photograph shown
to all his neighbours.

Excuse me, guv.
Only if it's good news.

It's the connection - Gould knowing
the ladies cos he does a bingo run.

So?

Only one of them was in the club.

What are you talking about?

They both had membership cards -
Mecca Bingo Club.

But one of the membership cards
ran out two years ago.

Mrs Haynes. She stopped going
because of her arthritis.

All right, Jack? Yeah. Hold on.

Hold on. What happened to her bits
and pieces?

There you go.

So she went to the hospital.

Yes.

But how did she get there,
a woman in her condition?

They'd send an ambulance.
No, not necessarily, my son.

They have a team of volunteer
drivers who help the ambulances out

when they're too busy to pick up
patients.

I know cos I had
a volunteer driver pick up my wife.

Well? They don't record individual
pick-ups.

But one of the drivers
who was on duty when Mrs Haynes

last attended for treatment
was a Mr RW Gould.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

# RADIO

# I chalk on pavements
tender words when we're apart

# It's my favourite game

# My bathroom window says,
I'll hope you'll see

# The words 'I love you, darling',
so you'll see...

(INTERCOM ON)

# I breathe on windows
and while I've the breath...

(CAMERA CLICKING)

(INTERCOM ON)

# There'll be a welcome
waiting for you #

Excuse me, sir. Can I have a word?

Yeah, go on. Sit down.

I fed some details
into the national computer.

Constable, you know how
I hate computers.

The only way to catch criminals is
with old-fashioned police work.

That means beating the hell out of
some poor sod

until he signs a fake confession.

Get on with it, then.

I looked for similarities -
age of victim, method of assault -

I know all that!

Two years ago in Plymouth, there
were three identical killings -

old ladies living on their own,
beaten to death.

The first killing was on 26th March.

Hm?

Same date
as the attack on Mrs Haynes.

The third killing, the last,
took place a month later.

No-one was ever arrested.
Books are still open.

They're sending the details
down to us.

There's an 'and' attached to this.

And Gould used to live in Ivybridge,

which is ten miles outside Plymouth.

He moved here about 18 months ago.

She's a lovely old lady, that one.
Right, sir, where to?

How about the police station?

Detective Inspector Frost.

I wonder if you could spare me

five minutes of your time,
please, sir.

Oh! Thank you very much, sir.

She does love her milk and biscuits.

Well, we all have our funny little
ways. Yeah, that's true.

That's why I asked you to come here.

She gets very upset if I'm not back
when I say I'll be.

Silly old girl she is, my gran.

I just want to find out as much as I
can about Mrs Haynes and Mrs Ryder.

I understand they were fond of you.
They trusted you a great deal.

I wonder if they might have said
something that might -

just might
help me with my enquiries.

I'll be of any help I can,
but I can't think -

When I said 'were', Mrs Haynes
is still alive, of course.

Yes. I've been in to see her a
couple of times.

Really?
The officer didn't mention anything.

I've got an officer there
24 hours a day, just in case.

I didn't actually go in.
I just wanted to see her.

I saw through
the door that she was unconscious.

Oh, right.

I'm hoping that she might
be able to tell us something.

But between you and me,
I'm not holding my breath about it.

It's very unlikely
that she'll make a recovery.

Yes. So I understand.

Well, to be frank with you,
Mr Gould,

if I can't get a positive
identification on this one

I'm right up the creek.

Oh. Mm.

Mm!

Well, very nice.
Thank you very much, sir.

It's surprising how hard it is to
get a decent cup of tea in this job.

I believe you were one of the last
people to see Mrs Haynes alive, sir.

I don't think so.
Oh, yes.

You drove her back
from the senior citizens' club.

No, not me, Inspector.

Yes. I was told it was always you.

Usually, yes, but this week
it was Mrs Newcombe.

They said Mr Gould is the only one
that'll put up with her.

She wasn't that bad.
She was quite a dear old lady.

Is.

Sorry?

She IS a dear old lady.

She isn't dead yet, sir.

Not clinically, anyway.

I'll just take this up to Gran.
Yes.

Yes, all right, sir.

All right?

Yes. She was...er, in the loo.

How long have you lived with her?

Oh, forever.

Never thought of getting married?

When the right person comes along.

Do they ever? Do they ever?

Your parents still alive, are they?

No, no, they died
in a motoring accident.

Oh, I am sorry.

It's a long time ago.
I don't really remember them.

I see your gran's
a bit of a jigsaw puzzler.

It's amazing really,
what she can do by touch.

These are not like normal pieces
though, are they? A bit thicker?

I make them specially for her.

Oh, yes?

It's a hobby of mine.
I've got a workshop out the back.

Well, I say 'workshop'. It's
at the end of the garage, really.

But it's very well equipped.
Everything I need, really.

Would you like to have a look?

As I said, everything I need.

Hm. Just lock the door
and forget your troubles, eh?

Yes.

Yes, well, it's very impressive.

Yes. Very.

What's this?

That's an intercom I rigged up
so I can hear Gran if she needs me.

Oh. Oh, good.

I'm afraid I have to ask you.

Can you tell me where you were
on the two nights in question?

Here. Well, outside in the garage.

My grandmother can confirm that,
of course.

Yes, of course.

I don't need waste
any more of your time.

If you do think of anything...
Yes, of course.

Oh, yes.
There is one thing that occurs.

Did you give one of
your jigsaw puzzles to Mrs Haynes?

Yes. I did actually. I gave them
to several of my old ladies.

They don't get many presents,
some of these...

Why do you ask?

It's just that I found a piece of
jigsaw down the side of her chair.

It registered because
it was unusual. It was a thick one.

Well, that's cleared up
another little mystery.

In my job you get suspicious
of your own shadow.

Oh, I see you've got a chain fitted.
Did you do that?

Yes. Months ago.
I see.

That reminds me. When you delivered
your present to Mrs Ryder,

did she have the chain on the door?

It was Mrs Haynes, not Mrs Ryder.

Yes, of course. I'm sorry.
Ronald! Ronald!

Yes, here I am, Gran.

I said digestives. Digestives!

Sorry. I thought you said -

You're useless! You are useless!

You always
have been and you always will be!

Can't do anything right, can you?

There's only one word for you -
useless!

You've just missed him, actually.

He was delivering for our
bring-and-buy on Saturday.

There's a bit of bad luck.

Anything I can do?

No. I just wanted a quick word,

to piece together what happened
the day Mrs Haynes was attacked.

Helps out a lot, does he, Mr Gould?

Oh, yes. Today he must have made

three or four trips,
loading and unloading.

And he does decorating, helps out
with the boiler,

keeping it well stocked and so on.
Sounds quite a little treasure.

(PHONE RINGS)

What people used to call a Christian
before it became politically -

Sorry, I've just got to get
that phone.

OK, bye.

Sorry about that.

There's always something that has to
be done yesterday.

I'm sure you find the same.

It's that sort of world, isn't it?

Some of the clothes you get must be
too old or dirty or stained to sell.

Verminous sometimes.
We shove them into the boiler.

Useful, the coke-burning boiler.

Consumed by flames.
Gets rid of most things.

Be it old clothes, verminous
clothes, blood-stained clothes.

Even a body,
should the occasion arise.

I'm sorry?
I tell you what, vicar...

How much is this jacket?

(PHONE RINGS)

Alright, what have you got?

You've got this opportunity...

I've collated all known
intelligence, which includes a
physiatric report

and it makes very interesting
reading.

Well in that in case he might be
stupid he is not.

He'll have an answer for everything,
you can bet your life on it,

Read it, it's all in those reports.

Look, I'm tired and I want to go
home.

I'll read it first thing tomorrow.

He's our man Jim, I know he is.

Go home, the pair of you!

Yeah, alright.

Oh, by the way, what do you think of
my new jacket?

Very nice. Mmm, made in
Czechoslovakia.

I'm not surprised. £4.50!

They drive a hard bargain these
Czech's!

No, no, no. Got it off the vicar

Ahh, it's nice to see Mr. Mullett
having some effect upon you.

Mullett? Mullet nothing. I have a
date.

Thank you.

Now I know
why they call it happy hour.

Anyway, cheers.
It's good to see you again.

Anyway, I've booked a table at...

What's the name of it?
Lorenzo's.

Lorenzo's.

Another recommendation.

Oh, it's very good.

You've been there?
Once or twice.

It's good, is it?
It's very good.

It's Italian. The owner's Spanish.

Oh, I didn't know that.

Are you living in the same place?

In the hou-

In the house, yes.

I had thought about moving, but...

I couldn't get my mind to it.

I suppose I'm avoiding it, you know
- the hassle.

It's OK. It's... It's OK.

What happened about...

No, sorry.

No, go on.
No, honestly.

No, you said. Go on.

Wasn't there was someone else?
What happened about her?

The way you talked about her...
You didn't say her name.

Eileen.

I got the impression that you two...

No, no.

No, I haven't spoken to Eileen
since Mary died. Before, even.

I suppose I should have done.

That's what it's all about.

I mean, if Mary hadn't been as ill
as she was,

I would have gone.

I would have left her.

But...then when we found out
she was as ill as that,

that she was dying...

And...when she died...

..somehow the thought of getting
in touch with Eileen was wrong.

And... I don't know...

I thought maybe she wouldn't
want to know any more, anyway.

Hey, what is this?

The last time I took you out, I bent
your ear for three hours then.

You don't need it all again!

No. But I think you might.

It's that obvious, is it?

It wasn't meant as a criticism.

Well...

Let's have another one,
and then we'll...

Same again, please.

Thanks.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Excuse me.

Is there a problem?

No, no. It's all right.

It's the old lady that was
in hospital.

She's just died.

I thought you had a date.

So did I.

So did she.

Let's face it, guv'nor.

He's not gonna come out of there.

Like you say, he might be mad

but he's certainly not stupid.

I'll just have to give him a nudge,
then, won't I?

Yes?

Hello, Mrs Archer,
it's Detective Inspector Frost.

I was here a couple of days ago.

What do you want?

I'd like a quick word with Ronald.

Oh. Suppose you'd better come in.

Won't take a minute.

He's in the garage.

You've had a chain fitted.
Get someone in, did you?

He did it last week.

You haven't had it fitted long,
then?

I just said, didn't I?

Ronald.

ELECTRIC SAW

Perhaps he's gone out.

He's there. He's got his machine on.

Does that mean that he can't hear?

Yes, that's what it means.

Does he often have the machine on?
Course he has it on.

Why else do you think he goes out
there to his bloomin' workshop?

Spends a lot of time out there,
does he?

He'd live out there,
given half a chance.

Maybe he's got a young lady out
there. Him? Huh!

It's not very nice for you,
is it?

Old lady in on her own.

You could have an accident.

He wouldn't know anything about it.

Strange, really.
He doesn't strike me as that sort.

What do you mean, that sort?

People speak highly of him.
Say he's caring.

SWITCHES SAW OFF

"Why does he spend all his time
out there, then?"

"He uses that machine as an excuse."

"I think he can hear me,
but he just wants me to suffer."

"Why would he want that?"

"I know what I'm talking about."

Ronald! Come in here. I want you.

His vicar and his old ladies
and his bingo club.

He can't do enough for them.

But who has to sit here twiddling
her thumbs night after night?

Oh, you're here, are you?

What's happening?

Why are you bothering Gran?
She's ill. She's an old lady.

It was you I came to see.
Why? What do you want?

I came to tell you she's going
to be all right - Mrs Haynes.

How do you mean, all right?

She recovered consciousness.

I'll be able to talk
to her first thing tomorrow.

And as I know
you've been very worried about her,

I thought I'd drop by
and let you know.

Yes. Sorry if I've butted in.

It's all right.
I'll find my own way out.

Oh. There was just one thing.

Do you remember that I told you
I found a piece of a jigsaw

down the side of Mrs Haynes' chair,

and you told me you'd given her
a jigsaw puzzle as a present?

Do you remember?
Yes, of course I do.

When you gave that little present to
Mrs Haynes,

would that have been on the Thursday?

What's he talking about?
It's all right, Gran.

You see,
there was wrapping paper in the bin.

Yes. When I called to collect her.

Oh.

That's odd.

I didn't find any trace of
a jigsaw puzzle, except this piece.

You wouldn't have. I took it back.

You took it back?
Why would you do that?

Well, to tell you the truth,
we had a little tiff.

A tiff? You mean you had a row?

No, not a row. We just...

Well, to be honest with you,
she turned on me.

Turned on you? How's that?

I don't want to talk about it.

We just had a disagreement.

Lost your temper, did you?

That's right. I lost my temper.

Always did have a temper.

Careful. You'll get me into trouble.

There's no fear of that.

Don't you worry, Mr Gould.

After what your gran's told me it's
a good job you're not on my list.

How do you mean?
What has she told you tonight?

Well, you told me
that you were in your workshop

on both nights in question.

And you said
your grandmother could confirm it.

I realise now we've only got
your word on that.

You could have popped out
for half an hour, couldn't you?

As I say, as you're not on my list,
it's all right.

Didn't you tell me that both your
parents had died in a car crash?

Is that... Is that what he told you?

Were they not, then, Mrs Archer?

She wasn't married.

She gave him his father's name

and then she dumped him on me
when he was three months old.

Why would you tell me
they were killed in a car, sir?

He's ashamed of it, so he lies.

He always has lied.
Come on now, Gran.

Couldn't have been easy for you -

widowed, middle-aged woman
on her own, bringing up a baby.

For all the thanks you get.

Firm with him, were you?
He was nothing but trouble.

Didn't spare the rod?
He needed it!

Oh!

Didn't you try to set fire to
your school?

Why did you do that?

Why would he do that, Mrs Archer?

His favourite teacher
bawled him out in front of the class

and made him look small
and it upset him.

It was them that said that.

Who's 'them'?

What does he mean, Mrs Archer?

That report that woman did on him.

Gran!

The psychiatrist that said,

'constantly seeking the approbation
of his elders'?

I wonder what she meant by that,
Ronald.

When's your mother's birthday?

I don't know. I don't remember.

Oh, yes, you do. Don't lie!

Gran!

March 26th, right?

That's right.

Yes, March, March 26th.

On March 26th,
Mrs Haynes was attacked.

Two years ago in Plymouth,

an old lady was murdered
on March 26th.

What do you make of that, Ronald?

I don't know, I don't know. Do I?

Do you miss her, do you?

Your mum?

I must say she looks very nice.

She was a tart!

No. Don't say that, Gran.

Don't say that.

Well, what else was she?

(WEEPS) Don't say that...

A dirty little tart
who only had one thing on her mind!

(YELLS)

This interview
is now concluded at 10:15am.

Thank you, Mr Gould.

If you go with the sergeant here,
she'll look after you.

You can keep the change.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Good afternoon.

Mr and Mrs Bright.
What a coincidence!

Doing your weekly shop, then?

Yes, I'm doing my shopping.

How do you mean, coincidence?

I was thinking you're right

about my garden.
It's too much for me.

I've decided to sell up and move.

Oh! We'd hate to think we were
instrumental in your selling the car

just because the ashtray was full,
wouldn't we?

We would. Yes, we would.

Well, there are
other considerations as well.

The house being full of memories,
you mean?

Yes. There is that.

But I was thinking
more about the subsidence.

What subsidence?

The road is sinking.

Didn't your surveyor tell you?

Well, I won't keep you good people.
I'll be off. Good afternoon.

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