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All triple area sightings is to go on a list,

any fella on that list can expect a visit.

Well, let's hope their wives aren't in.

Let's hope they are.

Hey! If their wives are in, we tread carefully.

The last thing we want to do is embarrass these men.

In our determination to catch this man

we're driving him out of his comfort zone.

He is now making repeated mistakes.

Is it fair to say that every woman is at risk?

Inadvertently.

So, Chief Constable, what would your advice be to the women of Yorkshire?

Stay home. Stay safe.

I want you to go into that office and type up what's on here.

Who's it from?

So, we're all agreed. Whoever wrote those letters, sent that tape.

And if it's not him? It's him.

We call a press conference, have it on television tonight.

Someone is going to know the voice.

The voice you're about to hear

is the man we believe to be the so-called Yorkshire Ripper.

TELEPHONE RINGS

ANSWERPHONE: 'Thank you for calling this freephone number.

'After the tone, you will hear the voice of the man

'believed to be the Yorkshire Ripper.

'If you recognise it, please contact West Yorkshire Police.'

BEEP

'I'm Jack.

'I see you are still having no luck catching me.

'I have the greatest respect for you, George,

'but, Lord, you are no nearer catching me now...

'..than four years ago when I started.

'I reckon your boys are letting you down, George.

'They can't be much good, can they?'

TELEPHONE RINGS

MEG: Millgarth incident room? Are you still in touch with him?

HUBBUB OF CONVERSATIONS

OK, can you describe him for me, please?

From Roker but moved to Ryhope...

Works in Kirkgate Market. Thank you.

No, that's very useful. Will you just hold the line for me?

Good morning, Millgarth incident room?

Short hair. Short temper, did you say?

Can you speak up for me?

POLICEWOMAN: Were there any peculiarities?

COUGHING All right?

Says I can take two spoonfuls every four hours.

Right...

Let's get this done, and then we'll get down to Wakefield, see Gregory.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Oldfield. WOMAN: 'I've got Mike Dugdale.'

Yeah. Send him through.

Mike?

'Look, I can put this on the front page again, but I need a quote.'

Something from you, give the readers a sense of how it's going.

Well, tell them it's going fine.

'Fucking hell, is that the best you can do?'

It's hardly Oscar Wilde, is it?

Oh, aye? Tell 'em 50,000 calls so far to the hotline,

2,000 calls coming into the station every day

and we're closer to catching this bastard than ever.

Yeah, not before time an' all.

Right, in light of the letters and the tape,

there are five points of elimination.

One - the Ripper must be born between 1924 and 1959.

He must not be coloured. TELEPHONE RINGS

Can you take that off the hook, please?

What if it's important? They'll call back, won't they?

Just do as you're told, take it off the hook.

DIAL TONE

He must not have a shoe size bigger than a 9.

He must be blood group B, same as whoever killed Joan Harrison...

TELEPHONE RINGS

Take them off the hook for two bastard minutes!

Right, finally. He must speak with a Geordie accent.

Anybody not meeting these five points, they're gone.

Is that clear? ALL MUTTERING: Sir.

SHOUTS: Is it clear? ALL, FIRMLY: Yes, boss.

Good. Now, just put the phones back on, get back to work. Let's go.

Jim...

you're coming too, apparently.

TELEPHONES RING

HUBBUB OF CONVERSATIONS

I've been questioned once already. End of '77.

Like I said, these are just routine inquiries.

Have you been to Huddersfield, Leeds and Bradford

in the last 12 months, Mr Watkins?

This is about your blue Ford Escort.

Well, yeah, I travel for work.

Have you ever visited a prostitute, Mr Neale?

We can do this here or we can take you down to the station.

Once. Maybe twice.

But never in Huddersfield.

Sugar?

BOTH: Two, please.

What about Bradford or Leeds?

I'm not sure.

So, you don't know where your husband goes at night, Mrs Ashworth?

At-At night?

Only he's been spotted out, driving late in the evenings.

Well, if he goes anywhere, it'll be to see his parishioners.

Alan always makes sure to make time.

Why?

Does he look like someone who goes off with prossies?

He's got no need, he's got me!

It's all right, they're only doing t'job.

Would you be willing to provide us with a handwriting sample?

Maybe a letter or a page from a diary.

It's not him!

Right, so let's prove it, and then that way,

we won't have to come back a third time.

Sir. Sir.

There's an advertising agency overseeing it.

Budget's a million pounds. Unprecedented.

If ever there was a moment

to capitalise on the interest of the tape, this is it.

We push on every front, television, radio.

We're talking 5,500 billboards across the country.

Well, it's a mistake.

No more talk of prostitutes, this is all about the voice.

It's a mistake. Explain.

Well, we can't cope. Who can't?

Nobody. The bloody building can't even cope.

Had to reinforce the floor cos of all the index cards.

We're taking thousands of calls a day as it is.

We carry on with this Project R

then the numbers are just gonna go... What?

What are they going to do, George? Double? Treble?

What the hell does it matter, if it gets us the one call we need?

What the hell does it matter?

Well, I say we don't do it.

Well, you don't get to decide.

You don't get to decide because you have failed.

The most wanted man of the century, more resources than anyone, ever...

..and you... and you...

and you have failed.

BUZZER

Yes? 'A Detective Nevill, calling from Scotland Yard, Sir.'

One moment. My current meeting's just finishing.

A fucking advertising agency?

'Chief Constable, this is Jim Nevill.

'I'm calling on behalf of Sir David.

'He has asked me to call and arrange a visit.' To London?

'Well, he thought it might be more effective if he came to see you.

'Says he feels like it's a trip

'he should have made a long time ago.'

What a tremendous idea.

Make an arrangement with Pam, and... I look forward to seeing you.

DIAL TONE

There has never been an inquiry of this scale

in the annals of police history.

The reward being offered for information leading to an arrest

currently stands at £30,000.

Are you sure this is the voice of the Ripper himself?

Oh, most certainly.

We shall be publishing copies of the letters

in 300 newspapers across Britain.

And repeating that information on television, on radio,

and various publicity points across the north.

The message from George and his team is clear -

even if you have only the slightest inkling,

about a man at work, an uncle, a chap who lives down the street...

call us. Contact us.

Help bring the worst killer in British criminal history to justice.

Any questions?

Chief Constable, how can you be so sure

that that is the voice of the Ripper himself?

CLAMOUR OF QUESTIONS

DOORBELL RINGS

MAN INSIDE: It's OK, I've got it.

Mr Peter Sutcliffe? Yes.

I'm Detective Constable Laptew, this is Sergeant Robert Blake.

We're making house visits in relation to t'Ripper inquiry.

Am I right in saying you're the owner of a black Sunbeam Rapier?

Not for about a year.

Right, but you did own one?

I did, aye.

Mind if we come in?

No problem.

What do you do for a living, Mr Sutcliffe?

I'm a lorry driver.

Have you had a visit before at all? Have any of our colleagues...

The lads are doing house visits for the Yorkshire Ripper inquiry.

Now's the chance to get rid of your husband if you want to,

Mrs Sutcliffe.

Would either of you like a cup of tea? I'd love a glass of water.

Your Sunbeam Rapier has been spotted in three red-light areas

relevant to our inquiries.

Manningham, over 30 times.

Leeds. Manchester.

Why might that've been, Peter?

Well, I go through Manningham red-light district

on my way into work. I'd be hard pushed to avoid it.

Er, Leeds, I went to not so long ago.

I dropped Sonia off to meet some friends. Chapeltown, that were.

And what about Manchester?

When?

February. February...

Why would my car have been in Manchester in February?

It's not just the car.

These are sightings of males alone in cars. Thank you.

Well, when in February? The 16th. A Tuesday.

That wouldn't have been our Peter. We barely ever go out.

Certainly not on a Tuesday. Well, the thing is, Mrs Sutcliffe...

You'll have made a mistake. Peter would have been working.

And if not, he would've been here... with me.

Would you be willing to provide us with a handwriting sample?

Aye. Yeah, no problem.

What shoe size are you, Peter? Why?

Never mind why.

An 8. 8-and-a-half.

You never owned a shoe or a boot smaller than 8-and-a-half?

Why would I want to do that?

I'm sorry to ask...

..what about prostitutes?

In all of your visits to these red-light areas,

have you ever used prostitutes?

I wouldn't want to do that either.

We need you to help us find the man they call the Yorkshire Ripper.

Gather round, everyone, and listen to the tape.

Nice and quiet now, please, so that everybody can hear it properly.

I have come here tonight to play you a tape of the man

who we believe to be the so-called Yorkshire Ripper.

If you recognise the voice, don't hesitate in coming forward.

'I'm Jack...' Listen, then look at the writing.

Who do you know who might have handwriting like that?

'I have the greatest respect for you, George...'

This is not a man with devil horns.

'You are no nearer catching me now than four years ago...'

He's a dad.

A brother.

A son.

'I reckon your boys are letting you down, George.'

And he lives in one of these houses.

You can help us now.

You can tell us exactly who he is.

Right, well, sorry to bother you again.

I know you've already spoken to our colleague DCS Domaille,

but you've also spoken to the man that we're looking for.

You've spoken to the Ripper. You heard his voice.

That's right, love.

I don't know if you're aware, but he's sent a tape,

so we've heard it too now. So...

It would be very helpful for us

if you can confirm that this voice is the man we're looking for.

There are those in our organisation don't believe it's him, you see.

It's not him.

Well, let's take a listen first, shall we?

I don't need to have a listen.

I've heard it on t'news. It's not him.

Well, let's just listen, shall we?

Carefully, and then we'll discuss it.

'I'm Jack.

'I see you are still having no luck catching me.

'I have the greatest respect for you, George,

'but, Lord, you are no nearer catching me now

'than four years ago when I started.

'I reckon your boys are letting you down, George.'

That's not the man who attacked me.

'They can't be much good, can they?

'The only time they came near...'

Well, I think you'll find it is.

No, love. He were a Yorkshireman.

You said it were a gentle voice.

Aye, cos it were. It were soft.

What size feet did he have?

How would I know? Roughly.

I've got... I've got no idea.

I don't want any messing about here, Olive.

If the man who attacked you were not the Ripper,

well, then it's time to come clean and tell us.

I trust the evidence over some woman who's been banged about the head.

Sir David. Ronald.

Jim. Chief Constable.

Follow me.

"Never an inquiry of this scale in the annals of police history."

Those were your words

when you announced the launch of this Project R.

I saw that the other day, and I thought to myself,

"Aye, I suppose that must be true."

In this country, undoubtedly.

You know, Ron, there comes a point

when your inability to catch this man

becomes a matter of national concern.

Well, it's certainly a concern

for all of us on the West Yorkshire Force.

Our greatest priority.

But I don't know of anyone who believes this series of crimes

will extend beyond the north of England.

That's not what he's saying.

Four years, 11 murders.

A succession of Senior Investigating Officers... No arrests.

No arrests. Barely any suspects, or have I got that wrong?

That's not entirely...

This is starting to affect the public's confidence

in the police as a whole, nationally.

That is what he is saying.

This Project R, to see it another way,

this is just you highlighting your own shortcomings.

"We need your help to catch the Ripper..." ie,

"..because we can't do it ourselves."

Josephine Whitaker. She was not a prostitute.

No... Jayne MacDonald. She was not a prostitute.

And yet you maintain that this man is hunting prostitutes. You insist.

And insist that he's a Geordie.

Those are the findings of George Oldfield and his team...

But, Ronald... A very experienced team.

But, Ronald!

The buck stops with you. This is on you.

Downing Street called me.

Asked whether this wasn't the time for the Met to get involved.

An internal review from Jim here, perhaps.

To which I said no.

Such an imposition could never be possible.

Not unless Ronald Gregory could be persuaded to meet with us

and, er, sanction such a thing personally.

His shoe size were an 8. He said 8, 8-and-a-half.

And put that he's a lorry driver, so he'll have access to tools.

Gap in his teeth. This is Marilyn Moore's file.

Photofit done December '77.

What do you wanna do?

Only about half of the people whose voices we like

have given a writing sample.

This one's not far off. The G's and the P's.

But then again, "You say seven, but remember Preston '75."

The Y's are completely different.

Right, so we should eliminate that and move on, yeah? David?

David?

What date was this sent?

This first letter to Oldfield?

It was, erm... last year. Erm...

March 8th, '78.

Yeah.

And when was Donna DeAngelo found?

DeAngelo was, er, found after the letter came...

April 10th, '78.

Yeah, April 10th, '78.

So, the letter is 8th of March.

DeAngelo is found 10th of April.

So we have McCann, one.

Jackson, two. Richardson, three.

Atkinson, four. MacDonald, five.

Jordan, six. Rytka, seven.

And then March 8th, '78... The letter.

And then the letter. It says,

"You say seven but remember Preston '75."

Meaning, er, Harrison's linked.

Meaning eight.

And then... on the 10th of April,

Donna DeAngelo is found underneath the mattress.

David, where are you going with this?

DeAngelo becomes number nine.

She was found April 10th, a month after the letter arrived.

But here's the question - how long had poor Donna DeAngelo

been lying dead underneath that mattress?

Two months. Two months.

Meaning she was killed...

Before the letter was sent.

Now, here's a man who is keen on making sure Oldfield

gets the total number of victims right.

So why no mention of DeAngelo?

Why does our man with the Geordie accent

fail to mention so recent a victim?

Because he doesn't know about her.

And why doesn't our man with the Geordie accent know about her...?

Because he's not the Ripper.

HUBBUB OF CONVERSATIONS, TELEPHONES RINGING

Meg, I need to get... That's OK.

So he lives where, sorry? Newtown Farm Estate?

And what's his name, please?

Is Nunn in? No, I don't think so.

Sir.

I think we might have something.

Lorry driver. From Bradford.

I visited him last week. Geordie accent?

He's a dead ringer for t'Marilyn Moore Photofit.

Shoe size is close, but here's the bit that gets me.

This is from t'Jackson scene.

Now, we only noticed this the other day.

The right boot, 8, faded. Look.

Like he's been using that bit of his foot more than t'rest.

Well, he's a lorry driver, in't he?

So he'll have been pressing on t'pedal.

How many times?

Sir?

Has he got a Geordie fucking accent?

No. Thank you. That's all I wanted.

TV: 'The body of Barbara Leach,

'a 20-year-old university student from Kettering

'was found on Monday afternoon.

'She left the Mannville Arms around one o'clock

'and was walking home alone in the dark, when somewhere along the way

'she met the man they call the Yorkshire Ripper.

'Miss Leach becomes the 12th victim and the third in the Bradford area.

'Like Josephine Whitaker,

'Miss Leach had no links to prostitution

'and was murdered nowhere near a red-light district.'

What's this? She was a student. Like Jackie.

In Leeds?

Bradford. She was just walking home.

'The truth is, they couldn't do much to stop him.

'For, even with his voice on tape, his handwriting

'and the evidence of 12 murders, they still don't know who he is,

'leaving many women afraid to walk the streets at night.'

I don't go out to pubs and clubs.

'It's not just pubs and clubs, it's anywhere.'

And if you do go out, go out in a group or a pair.

But never alone. D'you understand?

'Mam, I get it.'

I don't want anything to happen to me either.

'I love you.'

I love you, too. 'Yeah. Bye.'

OK, bye.

I'll be one minute.

GIRLS CHATTING

Have you seen this?

Look at her. She's just a child.

No, you daft 'apeth. No, the article on t'other page.

Oh, right.

All the papers are saying the same.

They're all saying they've not got a clue.

It proves nothing. It's a vital detail.

If we spent our time worrying about what criminals didn't tell us,

we'd drive ourselves fucking daft!

He's also stopped going for prostitutes

in case you hadn't noticed.

He's stopped cos we've driven him out of t'red-light districts.

Maybe we should stop patrolling them, hm?

Say that again?

Well, he might come back, stop going after innocent lasses.

I can't believe I'm hearing this!

I do not think the man on the tape is the Ripper.

You've made that clear. I want that on record.

But you're wrong.

There are things in those letters and on that tape

that only the Ripper would know.

You not heard about the similarities between our letters

and the ones sent to the inquiry in London?

Yes, I have, thank you. Or has that passed you by and all?

Remember who you're fucking talking to!

Commander Nevill's here.

TELEPHONES RINGING, ANIMATED CONVERSATIONS

Sir. Mr Oldfield's asked me to find you a desk somewhere quiet

so the noise in the incident room doesn't put you off your work.

If you'd like to follow me?

TAXI DRIVER: Come on, ladies.

GIRLS LAUGHING

All right, ladies, that's us full now.

You'll have to wait. Oh, come on.

I'm only round the corner. Sorry, love.

I'll be back in 30 minutes. Get the door, love.

Will he be waiting up?

Oh, no. Thank goodness.

He's not been in the house for a while.

Oh, Meg.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Don't you dare.

Night, love. Thank you.

Millgarth incident room, how can I help?

RADIO: 'Hi, Jenny, you're on KBC. What's your question?'

'Well, what I'd like to know is,

'what if he just put on a Geordie accent for the tape?

'That's what nobody seems to be saying.'

'That's a really good question, Jenny.

'We've been ask...'

POLICEMEN CHATTING

GIRLS LAUGHING

MEN DRUNKENLY SHOUTING DISTANTLY

GLASS SHATTERS DISTANTLY

SHOUTING AND SHRIEKING DISTANTLY

DOG BARKS AGGRESSIVELY

RUSTLING, BIRD CRIES

Hey...

Excuse me. Hey, wait a minute.

You dropped your keys, love.

There. See?

You're a lucky lady. Thank you.

D'you wanna go for a drink?

No. Oh, go on.

No. Thank you.

SHE BREATHES SHAKILY

YELLING IN DISTANCE

TELEPHONE RINGS

TELEPHONE RINGS

Grange Moor.

'George? It's Mike Dugdale.'

We're running a piece tomorrow saying that...

..we've lost faith.

'The nationals are saying the same.'

George. It's out of control.

All the things I've done for you.

It's nothing personal.

'He's killing the wives and daughters of our readers.

'They're fucking terrified.'

Who was that?

TELEPHONE RINGS

GRUFFLY: What?

'Hello? Mr Oldfield?'

Speaking. Oh, erm, this is Mrs MacDonald.

Irene MacDonald.

'Jayne's mother.'

Mrs MacDonald.

How can I help you, love?

Well, you know you came to see us that time,

and you gave us your number and you said we were to call you anytime.

Aye, I meant it.

'Only... we heard the tape, you see.'

The voice.

And it got us thinking...

Now, this were five, six years ago now,

but we went on holiday to Scotland.

'And there were this man staying at the hotel...

'..and he were a Geordie.

'James, he were called. Or Jim.

'Do you need a minute to find a pen?'

Thank you.

'Jim. Average height. Fair hair.'

FAINTLY: Thank you.

'Thank you, Mrs MacDonald.'

Only... They want us to think now, don't they?

'It said in t'paper... he could be anybody.'

Nobody knows.

'Thank you, Mrs MacDonald.'

And I meant what I said, you know, if...

..you think of anything, then you just call me, all right?

GRUNTS

No woman is safe,

with bank workers, students, baby sitters all being killed?

Well, what women need to do, and George has said this,

is make sure they do not go out alone, late at night.

Is that the official advice?

Well, that's just common sense.

How would you best characterise the system that you have in place here?

The system's the same system as is put in place for any murder.

But this being several murders, that system has become overburdened.

"Overburdened." "At a maximum." Depends what word you wanna use.

I want to use the word overburdened.

We haven't spent all this money and done nothing.

We've tried to catch the man who's committing all these murders.

So if I were to ask you to bring me all the evidence

pertaining to a Joe Bloggs, how would you do that?

That depends. Does Joe Bloggs drive a car?

No idea. Sorry? That's what I mean.

You tell me.

Well, you'd look under B, for Bloggs. Then J, for Joe.

Then it'll come down to which Joe Bloggs you're on about,

cos there'll be more than one, name like that.

It's 12-hour days, six days a week.

But we don't mind that, cos we want him caught.

And nobody does more hours than Mr Oldfield.

Where is Mr Oldfield?

Well, I've been told he's got a chest infection.

Meaning he's unfit to lead?

I can't think of anyone fitter. What would George say

if, in my report,

I were to recommend a different approach here?

A new way of doing things? Honestly?

Please.

I think he'd say you should get back to London,

concentrate on catching your own Ripper first,

then once that's done,

you'd be more than welcome to come back up here

and tell us all how it's done.

Is there anything else about this case that you want to tell me?

Anything you feel we could learn from?

Only that... SHE SIGHS

Go on.

Only that they say there's been 12 victims.

But you think there are more?

There will be.

People's lives will carry on being destroyed.

Until they catch this man.

No.

Long after that.

TV: 'Tonight, we bring you a special report on the Yorkshire Ripper,

'asking if the police are looking for the wrong man.

'Some senior police officers and other observers

'fear that the investigators could be so entrenched in their beliefs

'about the kind of man they're hunting,

'that the killer has been overlooked.'

JACK: 'I reckon your boys are letting you down, George.

'They can't be much good, can they?'

'It has been four years since the first killing,

'nearly two months since the murder of Barbara Leach

'and the Yorkshire Ripper investigation needs a fresh mind.

'Many are feeling that George Oldfield,

'who recently stepped back from the investigation due to health issues,

'has become too close and too personally involved in the case

'to view the matter objectively.

'Tonight, we take a look at what has been going wrong

'for the UK's biggest manhunt.'

What Jasper means is that nobody in this room

works for the Probation Service itself, we're volunteers.

I'm Ruth. This is Tina, Tony

and, of course, Jasper, who is our chair.

We visit prisoners.

Prisoners who don't have anyone else to visit them...

and prisoners' partners, for support.

Everyone does what they can but we can always do more.

Tonight is just an opportunity for us all to meet

and for anyone to ask any questions.

Yes?

Do we get to choose who we visit?

Well, I don't want to go see a... some kind of pervert.

It's a very good question. Erm...

you don't have to meet anyone you don't want to.

But what I would say is...

depending on how long they've served,

the man that you meet in prison

is not necessarily the man who committed the crime.

But if you're unsure, it's better to know.

If you sign up and don't turn up,

you're not letting us down...

..it's the prisoners.

But a good question, thank you. Anybody else?

OK, well, I'll pass it back to you, Jasper.

I've been reading up.

I think it's important people do this.

Why are you so certain?

Because punishment's not enough. My dad says it's too good for some.

There's no point just locking people away,

whatever terrible thing they might have done.

They need to get better.

So we can all get better.

Or... does it not work like that?

It doesn't work like that, Jackie, but I rather think it should.

SOBS

MUFFLED SOB

SOBBING

GEORGE: What were her name?

Thanks for letting me know, Dick.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Can you tell me what sort of accent he's got?

They could have saved her. What?

Two students found her handbag on the road at ten o'clock last night.

The bag had blood on it. They've given it to the police

and they've told 'em to look for Jackie,

look for her straight away, and they've done nothing!

They've not looked for her.

SOBS No, no! She might've been alive.

She might've been alive...

So sorry...

RONALD: Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

We have already made a statement,

and as the investigation is ongoing,

we will only be taking a limited number of questions.

ALL SHOUT AT ONCE

Had you looked for her at the point you found the handbag,

there's a chance she might have survived.

Is this true?

It's easy to say they should have found the body sooner.

Maybe they should.

But what should've been done and, with hindsight,

what might have been done, is, of course, pure conjecture.

Should Scotland Yard be taking over the inquiry now?

Scotland Yard sent one of their very best men to see us not long ago,

and I don't think it would be an understatement

to say that he was rather impressed by what he saw.

Chief Constable!

CLAMOURING VOICES

Oh, hell, what are they doing here?

REPORTERS CLAMOURING

What makes them think that we would ever want to talk to them?

What if we can say something that makes her be more careful?

Who be more careful?

The next lass.

I want to ask everyone, not just in Leeds or around Leeds,

but the whole of the country,

to please help us find the person who killed my daughter.

He could live in a mansion,

or a block of flats or down the street.

Perhaps he lives in your house.

He lives somewhere. He works for someone.

But please... please think.

Shall I put the kettle on?

Doreen?

Doreen.

What are you doing?

Doreen, what...

Doreen...?

MUSIC: 'Bridge Over Troubled Water' by Peggy Lee

# When you're weary

# Feeling small

# When tears

# Are in your eyes

# I will dry them all... #

SOBS SOFTLY

# I'm on your side... #

OK, if everyone's ready,

let's go and meet on the front lawns,

and we'll walk into town from there.

All right, let's do it. Come on!

# And friends just can't be found

# Like a bridge

# Over troubled water

# I will lay me down... #

CHANTING: Reclaim the nights!

Reclaim the nights! Reclaim the nights!

# Over troubled water

# I will lay me down... #

CHANTING: Women unite, reclaim the nights!

# Sail on silver girl... #

CHANTING CONTINUES

# Sail on by

# Your time has come to shine

# All your dreams are on their way

# See how they shine... #

CHANTING: Wherever we go!

# If you need a friend

# I'm sailing right behind

# Like a bridge

# Over troubled water

# I will ease your mind

# Like a bridge

# Over troubled water

# I will ease your mind... #

CHANTING: Women unite! Reclaim the night!

Women unite! Reclaim the night!

CHANTING ECHOES AND FADES

CHANTING ON TELEVISION

'Five years is too long. No, it's been going on too long.

'If they can't... If they haven't caught him yet,

'I don't think they ever will.'

He won't be back in a hurry.

No.

But he'll turn up somewhere.

Business? How much?

Ten pound.

With a rubber.

Go on, then.

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