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started the day by winning the first three frames.

52, 90 and 43.

Steve, give your mum a shout. I've just put her stake on and you know she likes

it nearly raw.

Come on, Mum, you'd better hurry up if you don't want to burn up, Frank.

Oh,

that's better.

Oh, I just want the doctor ordered after a day like I've had.

Oh, that's now a good day. Anything I can do?

Just you sit tight, love. Be ready in a jiffy.

Oh,

Steve. Hmm?

If you want to spoil an old lady rotten, would you, you know, pet your fingers?

Sure.

Oh, that's good. Down a bit lower. Come on, to the left.

Oh, that's great.

Oh, you know, if he was bottled, he'd be quitting.

All part of the service.

Guess what the late -night film is? Don't want to surprise me. Now Voyager.

Oh, it's been my lucky night.

Oh, I can have a good wallow.

Let's not ask for the moon when we haven't done.

There you are, love. Oh, thanks, Dad. Are you having any?

Us civilians eat at a more civilised hour.

But I will stop and watch the film. I've never seen it in colour.

I'm not surprised. It's a black and white film.

Well, it'll look better in colour.

Oh, no.

I'll go.

Yes? Who wants her?

No, she can't. She's having her supper.

Do you know what time it is?

What won't it do till the morning?

Who is it, Dad?

It's Jake, and he says it's urgent. Hang on.

Jake?

I'm sorry to bother you, but I thought you ought to know.

There's been another attack.

Right, I'm on my way.

Maggie, Croft's on duty.

Look, you leave me to worry about that. It's my case, whatever Croft says.

How'd the girl?

They took her straight to the Middlesex.

Right. You hold the fort. I'll be there as soon as I can.

The other side of that red, so he can pop the black.

Can it?

Snooker on the black, of course.

Mum?

Where's Yankee's car?

He's in with the governor. My God, he didn't waste much time. Now, hold on,

Maggie. There's something else on. I see him questioning that poor girl.

You like treating a burn with caustic soda.

Oh, come on, Maggie. Do you remember the first girl when he found out she'd

worked in a massage parlour? What was his attitude? That she probably asked

it. Now, simmer down, Maggie.

You must admit it did look a bit... A bit nothing.

Now, I don't care if she was the busiest tom on the game. She had the right to

sell it or give it away with trading stamps, but it's her choice.

Yes, sir, it's Maggie.

Can I have a word with you?

Yes, sir.

Five minutes.

Phil. That gives me enough room.

Who's at the hospital?

Jean Evans.

Oh, good. Dr Ryder? Well, he left for the hospital about half an hour ago. He

should be finished by now. Oh, no. I want to talk to him.

Jimmy? Night off. Every day.

Perhaps I need him here.

Who found her?

Miller and Stewart.

Oh, I want to see their reports as soon as possible.

Hello?

Is Jimmy there?

Well, can I speak to him?

No, his boss.

Where was she found?

A car park just off Shaftesbury Avenue. Well, I want forensics hoovering every

inch of it and a senior crimes man at the hospital to pick up the girl's

clothes. Gotcha.

Jimmy?

No, no, look, I don't care who you've got cooking. Just stick her on the back

burner and move it.

Meet me at the Middlesex in half an hour.

Right, crops.

Now, how do you get the particulars of the other girls? I've got them, Ma.

Go through them for me. And you think he knows where we can lay our hands on

this Fry character?

Aye, but he may want a deal.

No, no way. They were shooters on the job, didn't they? Well, if Fry's armed,

lads don't need guns.

They're standing by.

Yeah.

You did say five minutes, sir.

What's the problem?

Must be something special to get you back here this time of night.

It's this rape case, sir. I want to deal with it.

Who's arguing?

Well, I thought that Inspector Craft... Well, you thought wrong, didn't you?

No, I was all for getting you in as soon as the call came through.

Bob Brecken, you ought to get a good night's kip, start fresh, first thing in

the morning.

Well, it may not be to be so concerned about my health, but I'd like to talk to

the girl as soon as possible.

Off you go, then.

Right.

Now, then.

I've got to make one call to you right now.

OK. Don't forget where that glass slips, will you?

Oh, Bob.

I'll get the car. Right.

Look, I'm sorry I got hold of the wrong end of the stick in there. It's just

that this case is rather important to me. No, that's okay.

I've got bigger fish to fry tonight.

Anyway, rape's not the end of the world.

Well, it is to the victim.

The alleged victim.

Oh, for you.

Look, all I'm asking for is a name, age, just something, anything.

I've already told you a statement will be made to the press at the proper time.

Until then, on your way, Squire.

Did you manage to get past the desk, anyway? My persuasive charm. Yeah, and a

tenner when that failed.

How long's she been here?

On your bike.

And if your police quack's still in there, it must be serious.

Maggie Forbes, the love of my life. Maybe now I can get some cooperation.

I thought it was only undertakers that went in for ambulance chasing. I might

have known you'd be first on the scene. Oh, have a heart, Maggie. There's a

story here. That's my job. The public have a... Oh, don't give me all that

about the public having a right to know. They'll have to find something else to

drill over with their rice crispies. I could lead the first edition.

Well, then that's a bit of bad you're having, isn't it? To see our friend off

the frame, which is really... With pleasure. All right, all right.

No hard feelings?

How did that dog get the window?

There's your chief. He's a good reporter.

Perhaps he's got radar.

Hasn't Dr. Ryder finished?

I like timely Maggie.

How is she?

Very poorly.

Multiple contusions, a shock.

She's been badly knocked about.

You can see her, but only for a few minutes.

And I don't need to tell you to go easy.

Yes, I will. I'm thinking of having a thought, though.

Well, it's hard to say, but I won't hang about.

Her name's Susan, by the way.

Thanks.

Susan? I'm Detective Inspector Forbes.

I need your help.

You need my help?

The man who attacked you.

I have to ask you some questions.

I don't want to talk about it or think about it. Look, I know how you must

But it might help if you talk to someone.

Do you?

Do you know how I feel?

Has anybody ever used you?

How can you know?

I know it's difficult for you.

They did a pretty good job.

You mean there was more than one?

No. Then what?

Do you know what they do when they know you're a rape case?

Do you know what your police doctor did? I know the forensic procedure, yes.

Forensic procedure.

That wraps it all up nicely, doesn't it? It's necessary.

If we're to prove anything when we get him to Colt. If you find him.

Now, the sooner you start to tell us, the sooner we can get after him.

You're taking time.

My name is Susan Ross.

I'm 20, and I'm an art student.

Three nights a week, I help out behind the bar at the King's Head.

Go on, go on.

Well, it helps to eke out my grant, you see.

Anyway, I usually tidy up after closing time, but the boss is good. He never

makes me stay to the very end.

Well, I run an old banger, and I always park it in the car park opposite the

pub.

If I'm very late, they leave the gate open for me.

I leave my car over near the back wall.

Well, I just managed to get my keys out when I heard this kind of scrunching

noise behind me, like on gravel.

Before I could turn round, he'd clapped his arm round my throat.

I couldn't make a sound.

I struggled as much as I could, but then I felt something sharp on my neck, and

I knew he had a knife.

And I was afraid.

so afraid.

Then he dragged me backwards.

It's silly.

My heels were scraping in the gravel and I remember thinking they're my best

shoes.

Then he dragged me through a hole in the back wall into a sort of tunnel.

Can you tell me what he looked like?

He wore a sort of hood.

Black. He was all in black.

He slapped a piece of sticking plaster over my mouth.

He had it all ready. He seemed to have everything planned.

I started to struggle again, but he was too strong.

And he kept hitting me and hitting me.

It's all right. It's all right, baby.

And he made me lie down on my face.

and tied my hands up.

And then he... It's all right.

It's all right.

The worst part was I could hear people on the other side

of the wall walking along the street, chattering.

And I couldn't do it.

Can you go on?

Yes.

Susan, I'm sorry to have to put you through all this, but there are still a

more questions.

Did the man speak?

No.

That was another thing.

Not one word.

What sort of build was he?

Oh, I don't know.

He was very strong.

There's one last question.

I have to ask you this, Susan.

What exactly did the man do to you?

I have to know.

It's important, otherwise I wouldn't ask.

I have to know all the details.

You making a few discreet inquiries on my own account?

Oh, yeah.

What about?

How Trenton knew the girl was here.

And?

One of the porters tipped him off.

Well, poor sods are on coolly wages. They can use the bridge.

Stay with her, Jean.

See if she wants to add anything to her story.

Anything at all over trivialist dance.

Just talk to her. Yes, ma 'am.

I'll, uh...

I'll see that Jenny Forrester will use your lecture, OK? Thank you, Mum.

I think it's our friend again, the frog.

You mean he actually spoke again?

No,

he didn't speak.

He didn't speak? How do you know it's him?

He used to say hi in tape, shall we? Maybe like that.

All right, it's the same vlog.

It's just because we bugged a bit of the lingo of that first girl.

Groovy French.

I mean, I took French O -levels. I can hardly be the best of them.

It doesn't make me French, does it?

That should just tell you not, sir.

What did he say to the first one again?

Well, he mumbled a lot of things.

But all the girl could remember was at the end, he said... Thanks a lot, right?

Right, you see.

Oh, the newspapers blew it up.

Two attacks since then, not another word.

So he's realised it's a dead giveaway and decided to keep Stum ever since.

Yeah, that's what I think.

Well, either he only speaks French or else English with an accent. So he keeps

quiet. Talking of quiet, what is it, Richard?

Oh, I told you there's something big on.

Russell and Croft are going to pick up Dave Fry. Guns issue?

Apparently. Oh, good luck to them.

Jimmy, find that street map of the family where we bring it in.

Jake, how do you and I go through these?

That's a Judy Carter file.

Oh, God.

That's the one.

Yeah, that's it.

All right.

You wanted my report?

Oh, thanks, Bill. Hey, grab a chair.

I'm sorry, Maggie, I can't stand on another corner. Look, hang on just one

second, OK? Look, what have we got so far?

Three rapes, all by the same man, right?

Well, the rapes had the same physical characteristics, that's for sure. You

examined all three girls?

Yes.

Right, same man and getting more violent with each attack.

The first was when? Now, that's Valerie Thorne, math third.

23. When was that exactly?

April 14th. Right, four months ago.

The next was Judith Carter, married to small kids. Just over four and a half

weeks ago.

Judith and Ross.

They're getting closer together.

Is that you, Talbot?

Yes, I'm afraid it is. Look, Maggie, I'm sorry. I really must go.

All right. Thanks, anyway. Bye.

Bye, all. Good night.

Good night.

The married woman. It says here she just left a pub in the area.

King's Head?

No, the Feathers. Sorry, Chief.

Well, where's that exactly?

Up in the Dean Street.

Oh.

All right.

Now, we know that Susan Ross worked part -time as a barmaid.

Wait a minute. I'm sure there must be some connection.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. Where's that massage parlour?

Wardour Street.

It's just up the road from the King's Head.

Oh, the thorn girl might have known it.

I want you to pay that pub a visit. I know it.

It's owned by Tommy Hunter. That's right. He bought it just after he quit

fight game.

Nice little pub. Very popular with the Chinese.

Oh, I've had enough of the night. I was left of it anyway.

Is that me and I can get back to you? Yeah, I'm sorry to have dragged you in.

You've been a great help anyway.

All right.

See you bright and early.

Oh, yeah.

Now, sorry, pal, we're not open yet.

Another 20 minutes, I can serve you.

That's all right.

I've called to see the governor.

Is he about?

Well, he's out the back. Who shall I say wants him? Well, just tell him it's

business, will you?

Oh, right, right, sure.

Yeah.

And a score on the nose pen dragon, OK?

Yeah, tell me, we've got the law in. What have you been up to?

Nothing. I'm as pure as the driven, you know that?

Did they say what they want? No, not a dickie. Shall I try and get rid of them?

Don't be daft.

Morning.

You want to see me?

Yes, Mr Hunter.

We'd like the word.

In private.

Yeah, sure.

Here, Fred, go and give him your land.

Now, what's it about?

Well, it's about Susan Ross.

Young Susan, yeah. What about her?

Well, she was attacked on her way home from here last night.

My God, is she... No.

But she was sexually assaulted.

Oh, poor girl.

I'm going to get my hands on the bastard. I'll do for him.

Where is she? The Middlesex.

What can I do to help you?

I'll do anything.

Well, how many people have you got working here?

Well, you don't think, is it? We don't think anything, Mr. Hunter.

We just want to know who works here and how long they've been with you.

Well, you've already met Fred Jarvis. He's my regular barman.

Then there's Edie, the cleaner.

Diane, my regular barmaid.

Sue used to come in to give her a hand. Somebody called Emil.

Emil Turo, my cellarman.

Was he French?

No, he's from Belgium.

Well, how long has he been with you? About six months.

Why? Well, can we have a word with him?

I suppose so. Now?

I'll fetch him.

Just tell me when I see him.

Know what it's about.

Emil?

I met Tommy before.

Seems like a good one to me.

I was in uniform then. Crowd control.

When he tore that geyser in the seventh, I had to cope with my first riot.

Oh, thanks, Tommy.

Sit down, sir.

We're police officers.

We'd like you to answer a few questions.

Well, if I can.

You know Susan Ross?

Of course, we work together.

And what time did you leave here last night?

About half past one, why?

What's it like when the pub closes at 11?

There was much work to do. There always is after a busy night.

And last night was a busy night? Of course.

And then after, there was the show.

What show?

About once a month, a crowd of my old pals from the boxing days come round and

we watch telly.

Video cassettes I've had done on my old fights.

And we all stayed late to learn down with the drinks and that.

And you sent Susan home before?

Of course I did. What about this other girl, Diane?

She has to get hold of her old man.

But what is it?

What is it for Susan?

Susan was attacked last night.

And you think it was me?

Well, we're talking with a lot of people, starting with the people she

with.

But Susan... She's a nice girl.

That didn't help her last night.

How do you reckon, Curo?

Seems great enough.

Big Susan description.

Right height, weight.

We'll check in, see if he's got any form.

Right, James.

Back to the office.

Here he's only in about ten minutes.

Who gave him this load of rubbish?

No one on my team, that's for sure.

He came slipping round the hospital last night for a story and I sent him off

with a flea in his ear. He got nothing from us.

Didn't stop him churning out his usual sensational crap, did it? Look at this.

Police last night refused to name the girl who is almost certainly the victim

the latest outrage perpetrated by the monster known as the Frog. The Frog.

As this young girl fights for her life in a London hospital, the beast is free

to prowl the West End streets in his insatiable quest for a new innocent

I give up.

Just how irresponsible can you get? What's Trenton trying to do, start a

Go bull and get work.

So, what you got?

I think we've established a link with a pub called The King's Head.

Tommy Hunter's place?

You know it.

Doesn't everyone?

It's not going to be too pleased about this little lot.

Well, it's early days yet, but I think it might mean a stakeout.

The attacks are getting closer and closer together. Now, I've got a feeling

there might be another one soon, and I want us to be ready and waiting for him.

Several of the girls have volunteered to act as a decoy.

You handpick them, right?

Fine.

I don't know, but there's something in the back of my mind.

Something to do with the... pattern of these rapes.

Well, let me know when you intend to make your first move. I'll give you all

backup I can.

After this lot, I shouldn't be surprised that I don't have the governor

breathing down me neck.

Hello, Maggie, my love.

Have you got the blue -eyed boy with you?

Who? Superman Croft.

I'm surprised you've got the gall to show your face around here today after

rotten piece this morning.

Where did he get your so -called facts from?

Ah, a good journalist never reveals his sources.

If you must know, it was, er, guesswork.

And if your guess had been wrong?

The story would still have sold copy.

But I guess right, it seems.

Do we have to listen to any more of this?

Now, on your way, Trenton, the lady doesn't like you very much. Well,

Bob Crott would be more receptive.

Now he's a celebrity.

Thank you for seeing him off, Bill.

Anything for you, Maggie.

You know, you shouldn't be in a dump like this.

You should be at the column door in the sun, sipping an aperitif.

Idiot.

Did you read his piece this morning?

It's delicious junk.

Is that what the public really wants?

Afraid so.

Oh, it's depressing.

I mean, if a would -be rapist needs any further titillation, all he's got to do

is turn to the popular press.

Oh, come on, Maggie, it's not as bad as all that.

Thank you, little pig.

Thanks for coming in. Let me pick your brains anyway. Cheers.

Cheers.

Look, Maggie, here's one of your frisky cohorts.

My ears, Bernie.

I've been talking with one of the blokes who found Susan, Sergeant Stewart.

Anything?

It's all in their report.

Our forensics have drawn a blank on that tunnel. Signs of a struggle, but

nothing in the way of clues.

You know, I've been thinking.

If our rapist doesn't work in the pub, he's probably a regular customer, right?

A reasonable assumption.

Bill, what makes a man rape?

Well, lots of reasons. He may be the kind of man who can only relate to women

superficially.

Sexually, he could be guilty and unsure of himself.

So he can only make it anonymously with a woman who is too afraid to be anything

but submissive.

Does he have a type?

Well, sometimes, yes. They may have a type that tends to recur.

Maybe they have an ideal who's unattainable, so they take anyone who

her.

You don't want to go into the murkier depths of Freud.

You're not well, you're eating.

But you've all heard the one about men subconsciously looking for a woman who

reminds them of mum.

Or maybe they're hooked on a particular kind of face.

Or even a hairstyle.

Valerie Thorne and Judy Carter.

Your theory about the type seems to fit.

They're very similar.

Could be just the hairdo, I suppose, rather like mine.

So you've noticed it too?

Wait a minute, will you?

That's it, I knew there was something.

Both these girls look like me.

Yeah, that's what PC Miller said.

What?

Well, you said when they found Susan, it was uncanny. She was a dead ringer for

you.

Why haven't you told me this before?

Jimmy, don't try to protect me.

Well, is there anything else anyone has tried to spare me?

What are you going to do?

I'm going to learn to pull a pint.

Are you sure you're not biting off more than you can chew? I mean, how are you

going to lead the team and act as decoy? I'm going to hand the coordination over

to Jake.

Jake's reliable enough. I've also got Jimmy and half a dozen of the other lads

to back me up.

But why you?

I mean, didn't you say that several of the other girls followed you? I've got

the plan. I'm the best one to carry it out. I still think you're taking a

chance. Now, look, it's a pretty good bet that the rapist is a regular

I mean, how else would he have noticed Susan Roth, known her movements, known

where she parked her car?

And I've checked.

Both the other victims used pubs in that area.

Now, I've got a feeling we haven't got much time.

He's getting more violent with each attack.

All right.

Let me know when you hold your final briefing, yes?

Right.

Aye, right.

Yeah. Will you give me a couple of minutes, sir?

Yeah, OK.

Well, how's it going?

Oh, the alleged victim should be out of hospital in a couple of weeks. Oh, look,

Maggie. I'm very busy. Here we go again.

I wasn't being patronising. Weren't you?

No, I asked because I wanted to know.

You mean you care?

Of course I care.

I wouldn't be in a job if I didn't care.

Oh, I know just how ugly rape can be.

I do my beat training in Glasgow and the ground doesn't get any tougher than

that.

Listen.

I handled my first rape case when I was 20.

It was a kid, 15.

Said the chap next door had raped her.

Now, by the time we got round there, the girl's three brothers had taken the law

into their own hands and gilded the poor sod.

We hadn't laid a finger on her.

She was up the stick of our own father.

So, I have to be damn sure that there has been a rape, but when I am... I'll

in hard, nail the bastard. Do you always believe the girl is lying? Don't be so

bloody daft. Of course not. I thought the Roscoe was a serious case right

enough, but you were so het up. I still am.

Do you realise that in some areas the cases of rape have increased by over 70

and that gang rape is on the increase? I know, I know, but we're doing what we

can. Well, it's not enough.

I mean, even if we get the louts into court, they sit there smirking, there's

shame, there's no remorse, and some crummy defence lawyer taking the easy

out, trying to prove the girl is a flag.

As if all she's been through isn't enough, she has to endure all that. She

raped a second time by the legal system.

Well, at least the legal system is one thing you cannae blame me for.

Now, don't want her to twig, so be discreet.

She thinks I've asked you to keep an eye on her, she'll take it as a vote of no

confidence. No, it's not. No, it's not.

Right.

Yeah.

Oh, hello, Tommy.

Yeah, how are you, love?

Uh, listen...

I want you to do me a favour.

Oh, yeah.

You've been a good boy.

What is it?

I want to put a decoy in your place, behind the bar, a woman detective.

Oh, yeah, I'm with you.

Yeah, there's just one thing.

Well, I'm thinking of trade. I don't want some great bull dyke giving the

punters the hairy eyeball, putting them off, you know what I mean?

What's she like?

Well, I've heard her described as a pocket Venus.

Oh, well, yeah, I'll have some of that. Send her over.

You'll put her in the picture, will you, as regards to the job?

I'll get Diane, my regular, to show her the ropes. Just a question of prifers

and how to water it down.

What do I pay her?

Well, what's the going rate?

You want a haggle?

No, too busy. Listen, keep this one under your hat, will you?

And many thanks. Cheers.

Cheers.

Well, that's me ready at long last. Sorry to have kept you waiting, Jake.

Steve, love, I've left your supper in the oven, OK?

Right.

Granddad said he might be around later.

I'll try and cheer up a bit, eh?

Well, we must go. I don't want to miss the beginning of the film. Oh, for God's

sake, Mum, will you stop it? Stop pretending!

Do you really think I'm that thick? Steve?

Jake, wait for me in the car, will you? I'll be out in a minute, OK?

Right.

I was going to tell you after.

There might not be an after. Steve, it's not as bad as all that.

It is. It bloody well is.

I know what case you're working on. I read the papers and I'm not a dummy.

Why you? You're an inspector.

It has to be me, love. I have to be the one to carry... But, Mum, it's horrible.

Yes, it is horrible.

And that's why I have to do the job.

Since I've worked on the force, I've been involved in all sorts of cases.

Murders, baby bashes, GBH, the lot.

You know, I've seen things that nobody ought to see.

But for me, rape is the worst.

You know, when a woman is raped, she has been murdered in a way.

Part of her has been murdered, and yet she's still alive.

Sometimes...

She'll never get over it.

Steve, what you said about it being horrible, you sounded... You're not

of me, are you?

What can you say that? Of course not. Remember when your dad died?

Do you remember I wanted to leave the fort then?

And I reasoned that if anything happened to me... Do you remember what you said?

Yeah.

You told me not to use you as an excuse to quit the job while I took you at your

word.

Yeah, well, that was then.

I suppose I never thought you'd have to do anything quite like this.

This is all part of that job, love.

It's the worst part.

Look, I've got to go.

You just remember that all the lads will be with me.

They'll be watching me every second. One false move and they'll have him.

OK?

Yeah.

Well, I expect you'll still be up when I get back.

We'll talk about it some more, OK?

Steve, I'd be grateful if you didn't mention this to Grandad.

Sure.

Mom? I love you.

So, we'll have men planted here, here and here.

Jimmy will handle the car park. Roy and Derek will keep up on the pub.

Ken, you'll be auxiliary backup in... All right, all right. Let's get the

funnies over with first, shall we?

Well, if that little lot doesn't flush him out, nothing will.

Oh, mind you.

What? A good defence counsel could plead in statement.

Oh, thanks a lot.

Evening, miss.

Hello.

Right up the back there, if you wouldn't mind, miss.

Thank you.

I'll keep the gate open for you, if you like, miss. Thanks.

I'm Maggie.

You must be Diane.

Oh, hello, Maggie. I'm sorry I'm late. That's all right. As you can see, I'm

exactly rushed off my feet.

Here, give us a coat.

Oh, you look a bit of all right. You're going to have the punters eyes out like

chap -like pigs.

You're going to have to fart them off.

Thank you, sir.

Fred? Yes, love?

That man sitting in the corner over there, the one that looks like he'd

off the road, what's with him?

Why, have I been giving you trouble? No.

I just don't have a look of him, that's all.

Is he a regular?

Yeah, medium regular.

Yes, sir.

Tommy? Yeah? That man sitting over there in the corner.

Who, Stringer?

Yeah, the man that Susan got attacked.

Hang about.

Yeah, he was.

Do you want me to sort him out? No, don't you do anything.

Just leave it to my lads, OK?

Yeah, I told you that blouse would get results.

What do you mean?

I've got brown eyes in the corner.

Oh, not bad.

Perhaps I've picked.

Miss?

Yes, sir. What can I get for you?

A scotch, please. Double.

And one for yourself.

Oh, very nice. Thank you, sir.

I'll have an orange juice.

What? Your new one, sir. Oh, just temporary.

That'll be a pound, exactly.

And what are you doing after closing time, you tell me?

Washing up a few glasses and picking up my husband from his karate class.

Good night, Mrs. O 'Brien.

Good night, sir.

Hold on.

Miss.

Lord Scott.

That'll be...

The doctor's out for me. Great timekeeping. Must be all those years in

You know, Maggie, don't hang about. Shoot straight off home.

Oh, don't worry. I will. To my feet.

As long as you'll be all right. And don't worry about the glasses, because

doesn't.

Good night.

Good night.

Would you like Emile to walk you to your car?

Oh, no thanks, Tommy. I'll be all right. Good night. I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night.

like the secret of her going out there on her own tummy.

She'll be all right.

The lot of you.

Right there on the spot, and he walks straight through you.

Now, I know he came from the blind side, and I know we were expecting something

else, but for God's sake, I think one of you might have stumbled over him on

your way home. Yes, I know I'm being unfair.

Well, I feel like being unfair.

I'm the one that's got to go in and face Russell. What am I supposed to tell

him?

D .I. Forbes.

Thanks, Bill.

Best news I've had.

No, thanks to you, Diane's going to be all right.

That was Dr. Ryder.

She managed to scream and a uniformed lad heard her.

He ran up just as the attacker ran off, so she wasn't sexually assaulted.

She was still badly beaten up and you're no further on. Well, at least we know

now for sure that our man is somehow connected with that pub.

Oh, you're sure?

And I think I may have a suspect.

Then pull him in. I've got a suspect in that sense. I mean, I've got nothing to

go on. It's just one of the customers who's creepy.

Creepy. If you were a woman, you'd know what I meant.

I'd like to have just one more go. There's time there'll be no flip -ups.

And, oh, yes, I'm taking Dr Ryder with me.

At last, our first date. I'd love to have a drink with you, Maggie. I thought

you'd never ask. Not with me, exactly. I'll be busy behind the bar. You'll be

watching a man.

Oh, goody, that's just my idea of fun.

And I'm on call tomorrow night. Still, why not?

Bill, he's odd.

You'll be watching him as a psychologist.

Well, that's not my province, Maggie. If you can give me any kind of

professional opinion, I'll find some excuse to haul him in and roast him.

don't hope for too much. Rapists seldom look the part.

How's Diane?

See for yourself. She's in your office.

I'll see you later.

Should have sussed you as Betty Blue.

Tommy never let on. Oh, don't blame him. We asked him not to.

It's the truth, and it's me trying not to talk about Susan in case she was

upset. You're laughing at me.

I'm so sorry, Diane.

Don't upset yourself, girl.

You're pure gold doing what you're doing.

I hope you know the bastard.

Well, Susan says she hopes I don't. What? Oh, no, I understand why.

If we get him, there'll be a trial. She'll have to give evidence.

She lives in dread of having to tell all those strange faces, all those terrible

things she had to tell me.

She's got good reasoning.

For me, it's the other way round.

What do you mean?

I won't be going back to the pub no more.

My tip won't have it.

Do you know, when he came up the hospital last night to fetch me, he

the state I was in.

And all he wanted to know was that the bloke, you know, was like he didn't

me no more.

Perhaps he feels guilty about not taking better care of you.

Could be right.

Just have to be patient with him, won't I?

Well, good luck.

Oh, while I remember, there was something about the bloke.

He was thin.

Some sort of aftershave?

I expect so.

Not a lemon.

Hello, Doctor.

Long time no see.

What can I get you? Hello, Tommy. I'll wait for the little lady, if you don't

mind.

Special customer for you? Yes, sir.

What'll it be?

Scotch and water, please. Right.

That'll be 42, please, sir.

Keep it out of the press.

Every time I think that perhaps one of these punters is that git what did for

Diana and Susan, I just want to smash them. Well, don't think about it, then.

Well, we're doing a bit of moonlighting, then.

Try to keep your voice down.

I might have known you'd be sniffing around.

What do you mean, sniffing around? I often drink in here.

Nothing to do with last night's attack, I suppose.

Oh, well, I wouldn't say that.

Where were the girls gone? Away from Swinford, like you. Oh, that's not time

now, Maggie.

Can you give us a hint?

Poor girl in peace, can't you? How many times do I have to tell you?

Move on.

I haven't got my drink yet. I've got a perfect right. Keep quiet. You'll blow

Maggie's cover.

You know me.

Always happy to oblige the police. Come on.

Trouble? Oh, no, that's all right. Fresh, that's all. I can't handle it.

Where's the mule tonight?

Night off. Why?

Just haven't seen him, that's all.

Yes, sir.

Well, move it, you silly fella. Move it.

Lord, did you see that?

Now, now.

You stupid... Oh, get us a cup of tea.

It's a game.

I'm not really watching it.

You've been fidgeting about all evening.

What's the matter with you?

Oh, you know, my exam's in Auburn.

No, I don't know.

Your mum said when she went down to see your teacher at the school that night

that he said you was very bright.

One of his best pupils.

Outside?

You... Prong.

Thanks, Maggie. I reckon you got guts.

Guts nothing. I'm terrified, but I'm angry.

And that helps.

Have you thought about what I said?

I usually hope, Tommy.

If our man notices anything unusual, he'll be off like a shot.

I can't let you frighten a three -pot with a heavy mob.

Just a thought.

I know you want to help, but you have to leave it to us, right?

Me.

Good answer.

Thanks a lot. That's the best cottage pie I've had in a dog's age.

What did you think of Mr. Stringer?

Could well be a man.

Something very off there.

Tell your boys to keep an eye on it.

Are

you

sure you don't want me to see you home, Maggie?

No, that's all right, Finn. I've got to go.

Oh, well, no harm in trying.

Good night.

And take care. I will.

Thanks again. Good night.

Yeah. That bloke was very chatty with Maggie. Do you reckon he's all right?

Yeah, I know him. He's often in here.

Like you said, he's an old friend of hers.

Oh, that's a relief. I tell you, I'm so jumpy, you'd think it was me the rapist

was after.

Shouldn't think you're his type.

She'll be all right. Yeah?

That's what they said last night, and look what happened to Diane.

Good night, Tommy. Good night, Fred.

Incidentally, Stringer owns a porny movie house.

He's home for the night.

Just drive out and make it natural.

Leave him there.

Son is up.

She's turned the wrong way.

What if I just stopped the car and got out now?

You shouldn't have done that, Maggie.

Now.

This isn't what I wanted. If only you knew.

But now there's no other way.

You're quite finished, Inspector.

I did warn you about that outfit.