All language subtitles for George Gently S05E01 - Gently Northern Soul.eng

We want in,
we want in, we want in!

You'd think it was
the Beatles playing!

As long as they keep buying tickets.

Let's get these doors open before we
have a riot, yeah? You ready?

All right, no pushing, no pushing!

You're all going to get in,
all right?

No beer! Hey, no beer. Anyone caught
with beer you'll be out on your ear!

Get that for later, yeah?

Evening, girls. To the side.

All right, Dolores?

All right, Gary.

I'll turn a blind eye this time
since it's you, eh?

I hope you two girls are going
to enjoy yourselves tonight.

And er, be careful, right?

Oh, and er, save the last
dance, girls, yeah?

Who found the body?

A man from the local estate.
Down there.

Working girl.

Why?

This place is famous for it.

Blow to the side of the head.
But it wasn't robbery.

Huh?

Have you got an evidence bag?

Tom, Tom. Evidence bag.

20 quid.

Why did he kill her then?

Who?
The trick. You know, the punter.

Too drunk to finish the business.

She laughed at him,
mebbies, and he got angry.

So why didn't
he take his money back?

Can't be many coloured
girls in this area.

She shouldn't be too hard
to identify.

I'll ask around.

There's plenty of men who'd pay
extra for a bit of exotic.

I want her name on my desk
by nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

Righto.

Enjoy your Sunday.

Dolores Kenny. 35 Gale Street,
Whitley Bay. Thank you very much.

My guess is she picked up
a client in town,

and then drove out to Byker to,
er, you know.

Traces of carbolic soap
found on her neck.

And?

No sign of recent sexual activity.

Some prostitute.

No, no, no, no. It just means they
hadn't got that far, that's all.

He's a bus conductor, sir.

Originally from Trinidad and Tobago.

Is your father home?

Thank you.

The wife?

RAF. Mmm.

Ambrose Kenny?

I'm Chief Inspector Gently.
This is Detective Sergeant Bacchus.

You have a daughter named
Dorothy, yes?

Dolores.

I'm...
I'm afraid we've got some bad news.

She was found dead yesterday
on some waste ground in Byker.

What happened?

We think she was killed
by a blow to the head.

I would like to say
how very sorry we are.

He didn't even know she name.

I... Sorry.

Is there anything that
you can tell us

that might help explain the
circumstances of Dolores's death?

She take she own life?

No. There's no suggestion of that.

Then let me call this
thing by its name, no?

Murder.

Can you think of anybody who would
have wanted to harm her?

Sorry, can I ask why you're
laughing?

Perhaps it was one of the men who
spat at her on the bus last week

and told her to get back
to the jungle.

Or maybe the woman who wouldn't
let her touch her washing

in the launderette, or the kids...
Joseph!

Enough.

Someone specific.

No.

Did she have a boyfriend?

She was a good girl.

That's not what the sergeant asked.

No.

Where was she on Saturday night?
All dressed up.

She was go dancing with a friend.

Is that what she told you?

Aye, because that's what she did.

What's the name of her friend?

Carol.

Carol Morford.

Them's work at the launderette
together.

Them is like sisters.

Can we see Dolores's room?

I didn't know that there were
coloureds in the RAF during the war.

What was he, do you reckon?

Ground crew, maybe?

He was a pilot. Wellington bomber.
90 missions over Germany.

Anything else you'd like to know?

A little more about your sister
and her friend, Carol.

Where did they go dancing together?

They went to the Carlton.

The Carlton? Ballroom dancing?

For the all-nighters.

What?

Northern Soul.

Come again?

Is this Carol?

Dolores had a lot of money on her.
Twenty quid.

Do you have any idea where that
might have come from?

She'd been saving her wages
to buy records.

They trade singles at the club.

You admired Dr King, I imagine?

Aye. We all did.

Yeah, me too.

The policeman who
approves of civil disobedience?

A policeman who approves
of non-violence.

We'll be in touch as soon as
we have any information.

Try and get the name right
next time.

There's more money in her drawer.

You don't get that
working in a launderette,

selling records in a dance hall.
Do you?

These all-night Northern Soul
type things, sir.

They're not organised by the
ballroom. They just hire it out.

Who to?

A bloke called Gary Watts.

All right. Let's have a word with
him and then Dolores's friend Carol.

I want to find out where Dolores
was getting all this money from. OK.

Maybe some of their tricks.

Where do I find this bloke Watts?

This is his head office, sir.

Very good.

There you go, love.

Thanks very much. It looks lovely.

Should keep the old man's
strength up, eh?

Thank you. All right. Bye. Ta-ra.

Gary Watts?

I'd like to ask you a few questions

about a regular at your soul
nights, Dolores Kenny?

She was found dead yesterday.

Shame.

She might have been at the Carlton
on Saturday. Did you see her?

I've seen her about.
Hard to miss, really.

Tell me about Northern Soul.

Well, we give them a kind of soul
music they don't play anywhere else.

They come from all over the place.
London, Scotland.

They're obsessed by it.
Don't know why, like.

It's all like jigaboo to me,
but there you go, they love it.

And it makes me money.

What about Carol Morford?

She might have been there.
I don't know.

Her father told me that you
and Dolores Kenny were close,

like sisters.

Ambrose looked out for us.

Me dad went back to Ireland

and me mam, well,
she only had time for church,

so I spent a lot of time
at their house.

Can you tell me what you
remember about that Saturday night?

Just a normal night.

Which was...? Dancing.

Drinking?

No. No alcohol allowed.

She had quite a lot of money on her.
Any idea where that came from?

I didn't realise Dolores was
the criminal here.

I thought she was the victim.

Well, did she have a boyfriend?

Was she seeing anybody?

If I'm going to find out what
happened to her,

I need to know what
kind of person she was.

She was beautiful.

Inside and out.

Nothing from the door to door, guv.

What about the working girls?

Ah, well, the ones that are still
awake at this time.

They've never
heard of Dolores Kenny.

Mmm.

See, I think Dolores Kenny met her
killer at this Northern, what is it?

Northern Soul.

Soul. They dance all night.

They're not allowed booze.
So how do they keep going?

Pills. Exactly.

Watts. What?

Gary Watts. The fishmonger. What?

What's the name of the bloke we've
been trying to put away for years?

You know. Protection,
and money lending and that?

You mean Bernie Watts?
Bernie Watts. How old's Gary?

30-something. Could be his son?

Yeah, OK.

He's been selling pills
to his audience, right?

Maybe Dolores Kenny was
working for him?

And that's how she got the money.
Eh?

She's coloured, so she must be
on the game.

She's got money,
so she's selling drugs?

I thought it might flush somebody
out. A trick, mebbies.

Joseph Kenny here to see you, sir.

Before you say it, let me...

This arrived, addressed to me dad.

Delivered by hand.

"Dear Mr Kenny.

"I'm so happy your wog
daughter's dead.

"Now go back to
where you came from."

Pay no attention to it, Joseph.

Somebody saw an opportunity to
hurt you and your dad.

Please don't let them. Yeah...

Why should any of us
trust any of you?

Sometimes I wonder.

Written on an Underwood.

On headed stationery?

Granthorn Social Club.

Whoever wrote it isn't exactly
the brightest, is he? Huh?

You think it's the killer? "Come to
this address and arrest us".

No, come on, guv.

Guv, it's a waste of time.

We should let them know how we feel
about having our time wasted.

Do you recognise this stationery?

Aye, son. It's the club's
letterhead.

And who would have access to that?
Only me.

But that's nae good.
It's out of date.

The committee's changed the
lettering. Look, I'll show you.

What did you do with the old
stationery?

Well, I didn't like to see
nowt wasted.

But I think I left it
at my old digs.

Yes, we had Alfred
here for six months.

Wasn't ideal,
but I felt sorry for the old gent.

I made sure he had
most of his meals in his room.

Who's up there now?

Mr Tate, till next week.

I take in theatricals
and they do tend to come and go.

Yes, we've had all the greats
staying here over the years.

We've had Dickie Henderson,
Jimmy Clitheroe, Frank Ifield.

I do wish he'd stop that yodelling
though, don't you?

Is that you?
Were you in the business?

Ten seasons at the Tivoli Theatre
of Varieties.

When did Mr Tate move in?

Sunday. He's a regular. A vent.

Ventriloquist.

Who else is here this weekend?

Two Dundonians. Contortionists.

Incredible what they can achieve on a
diet of black pudding and neat vodka.

Alfred said he left some belongings.

Oh? Such as?

Stationery.
We're trying to trace a letter.

No. I can't say
I recall anything like that.

Beautiful birds. How many you got?

Eight English budgies.
Three American.

Pair of lovebirds,
a parakeet and a cockatiel.

A parakeet and a cockatiel
in the same cage?

Birds don't cross-breed.
Not like people.

They're only attracted
to their own species.

I thought the human race WAS
one species?

Sorry I couldn't have been more help.

No. Not at all.
Thanks for your time.

That your typewriter?

Yes. My father bought it for me,
years ago.

It's just gathering dust now.

It's an Underwood, isn't it?

Yes.

Do you know the Kennys?

Can't say I do. No.

Why did you do it, Matilda?

Do what? Write that letter.

I didn't write any letter.

You've got a sign in the window
saying no blacks.

Are you telling me you haven't
noticed a coloured family two
streets away?

On top of which,

you've got the same make of
typewriter the letter was written on

and the same paper used on
your noticeboard.

My only crime is to want things
back the way they were.

Before all this immigration.

When you knew who your neighbour was.

Nowadays, look at us.
Just like a nation of strangers.

When the Race Relations Bill passes,
that sign there will be illegal.

So let me do you a favour.

If I find that you've been turning
away coloured people,

I'll close you down.

Do we understand each other?

Ambrose Kenny.

What about him?

Why not him?

Your thinking behind that?

He found out she was on drugs.
And he gave her a good old slap, no?

And he got carried away.

Dolores was found miles away
from home, Ambrose hasn't got a car.

But she was only a mile away
from the Carlton dance hall.

That's where we need to be.

Or, to be more specific,
that's where YOU need to be.

Priceless, isn't it?

Haven't you got a job to go to?

Sir.

Oi! Oi!

Are you laughing at me?
Is he laughing at me?

No, no.

I want double time for this.

Oh, you'll need these.

What?
You've got to take your own records?

They buy and sell them, remember.

Help make you look a bit more
believable.

Or slightly less unbelievable.

Don't be a wallflower.

We want in! We want in!
We want in!

We want in! We want in! We want in!

We want in...

The pathologist's full report, sir.

What you got, pet?

Orangeade, or orangeade.

Orangeade then, please.

Thank you.

Do you want to deal, mate?

What? Do you want to deal?

No. OK.

Hello, pet.

Want to buy a single?
Nah. You're all right, thanks.

I'd ask you to dance
but I've twisted me ankle.

You're in luck. I'm not in the mood.
Oh, aye? Why's that?

Just.

Here you are, look. "Born A Loser".
It's my theme tune, that.
Go on. Make an offer.

10 bob.

Sold.

I'm just kidding.
You get 15 quid for that.

Really?

Yeah. No, it's worth it
to get to talk to you.

My name's Jim.

Carol.

I've not seen you here before.

I've just moved back up from Leeds.

You like Don Ray then?

Yeah. I prefer Frank Wilson.

Do I Love You?

Indeed I Do.

It's my friend's favourite.

Is it?

Well, it was nice to meet you, Jim.

Right.

Charlie, I need to speak to you...

Charlie!

There is something
I need to tell you, Mr Kenny.

Ambrose, please.

Ambrose.

Your daughter was three months
pregnant when she died.

You didn't know.

Any idea who the father might be?

You didn't know this?

So she did have a relationship.
Despite what you said last time.

What are you reading this for?
Put it away.

You will learn nothing
but hate from these men.

They'll make things worse, not
better. We must change the way
people see us.

Is that why you're drinking yourself
to sleep every night? Hmmm?

Do you think you'll wake up white?
You see these Black Panthers?

They have all the questions
and none of the answers.

They want to build a black nation
for black people.

As Dr King said... Dr King is dead.

We need to become the masters
of our own destiny.

Look, some may not like it
but we are a part of this country.

No, we're not.

And if we don't help ourselves,
who will? Him?

This man is a guest in our house.

A guest is someone you invite.
Enough!

They're going to let the man who
killed your daughter walk away,

and you're just going to stand there
and do nothing.

You never fought for anything
in your life, did you?

You even let your own wife
walk away without a fight.

Oi.

Don't take the micky, bonny lad.
Cos I'll cave your face in.

What are you looking at?

Ah, nothing. Just...

I wouldn't mind
a few of them myself, actually.

A few of what?

You know, the um...

No bother.

You just enjoy the music.

All right. No offence.

Y'all right?

All right?

Do you mind if I have a look?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Ah, you got some good 'uns here.

One of them cost 15 quid.

15 quid! Which one's that?

The Contours.
Just A Little Misunderstanding.

Original label.

I'd have that round me neck
if I were you.

It's a bit of a funny atmosphere
tonight, don't you think?

Suppose.

Yeah.

There was that girl that was found
dead last Saturday,

about a mile away.

Hey. Leave them.

Hey.

Your wages. Ten bob.

Well, darkie'll do it for half price.

No. I said leave them!

Charlie.

It's just monkey music, yeah?

Relax. Eh?

I don't want your pills.

What have I told you?!

Hey! Leave him. Get off, man!

Hey. All right, All right.
I don't want any trouble.

Just leave him alone. Friend of his?

No.

She's gone, little brother.

Gone.

Life goes on.

Thanks. You shouldn't
have got involved.

No bother.

What was it all about?

They work for me dad.

He's happy to see Gary
cash in on Philly Soul,

you're just not supposed
to enjoy it.

Charlie Watts.

Jim. Jim Thomas.

Is Gary your brother?

Yeah.

Hey, who was the lass
in the green dress?

Carol?

Aye, Carol.

Do you fancy her?

Ah, no. Not if she's yours I don't.

You all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's nothing.

So how do you know Carol then?

I was going out with her best mate.

Dolores.

My dad didn't like it.

If he calmed down a bit,
he'd be a Nazi.

Oh, I see.

My brother's the same.

Can I ask, was Dolores
the girl that...?

You know...

Why do you keep asking about her?

No reason, no reason.

Sorry.

I could do with a drink,
I think. Orangeade.

Do you want one?

No. I'll just stay here.

All right.

Hello?

Gary Watts is dealing,
I've just met him.

Aye, he's a lovely fella.

Hey, guess what? You'll like this.

It's a family affair.
Dolores had a boyfriend.

Gary's brother, Charlie.

She was seeing Bernie Watts' son?
'Aye.'

'Well done, John.
So what happens...?'

Hey. You're not away are you, pet?
I was hoping for a dance.

I thought you twisted your ankle?

Mebbies a slow one, then.

Sorry. You've caught us
on a bad night.

That's what they all say.

I was hoping I might have
impressed you the way

I smacked the side of my face
into that bloke's forehead.

Wasn't expecting that, was he?
No, he wasn't.

You had him up against
the ropes right enough.

Aye. That's what I thought.
Terrified, he was.

No, I better go. Ah, go on.

Just the one. I promise I won't
try any funny business.

Well, then, I'm definitely off.

Think of me as one of those blokes
back from the trenches. You know.

It's your duty.

You all right?
Looks like you've been crying.

I'm just upset about my friend
Dolores.

Ah. Is that the girl that was found
the other night?

Aye.

I'm sorry.

Was she a good friend?

The best.

Can I ask?

Do you not feel scared about coming
back after what happened?

Why would I be?

Nobody here would have
harmed Dolores.

They don't care
about the colour of your skin.

Most of their heroes are black.

No, it couldn't have been
one of the regulars, no way.

Mebbies it wasn't a regular.

Like you, you mean?

I'm joking.

No. Dolores wouldn't have wanted me
to stop coming here.

This place meant the world to us.

You're a much better dancer than
I thought you'd be.

For a cripple.

Do you want to go somewhere quiet?

All right.

This place made Dolores forget
about her boring job,

her dad, about everything.

Her dad?

Aye. He didn't like her seeing lads.

We had this mad dream
about going to America.

To the clubs in Philadelphia
and Detroit.

She thought she'd meet some big
record producer.

She could sing, you see.
She could sing like Aretha.

What about you? Can you sing?

Not like Dolores.

No. I was going to be her manager.

We'd nearly saved up enough.

Did her dad know about that?

Oh, no. He'd have gone nuts.

So, what do you think
happened to her?

I wish I knew.

Have the coppers seen you?

She's just another wog to the cops.

You should hear some of the names
they call us.

Which way you going?

This way.

I'll give you a lift if you like?
Oh, no, it's all right.
I'm going for a swim.

A quick dip and a cup of coffee
and I'm ready to face the world.

All right, see you later. See you.

Want to keep us company?

I don't usually carry me
trunks with us.

You can hire them at the baths.

Aye, all right.

Selling scrap, mate?

Bernie Watts around?

I never met the lass.

I can't say I'm glad she's dead,

but I am glad Charlie isn't going
to end up with her.

I told him
it's all right for a bit of fun

but you don't want to be
bringing one home.

Did he listen to you?

Well, they finished a while back.
So yeah, I think he did.
He's a good boy really.

She was pregnant.

You think my lad had summat
to do with that?

You know what they're like. She was
probably putting it about all over.

We need to stop this Race Relations
Bill and end immigration.

Half the world thinks
they're British.

Where were you Saturday night?
You think I killed her?

I'm a businessman.

My personal feelings come second
to my desire to make money.

A desire shared
by your other son Gary.

The one who sells drugs
to the dancers.

Now, you might as well be talking
Swahili, Inspector.

Where were you Saturday night?
I was here.

Anybody with you?

Tell the Inspector where you
were last Saturday.

Having a few pints with you, Bernie.

Not sure about these trunks.
I don't know where they've been.

Jump in, the water's lovely!

It's like the North Pole in there.
Don't be such a big jessie!

Me and Dolores used to come here
every morning after an all-nighter.

With Charlie?

Aye.

And Gary?

No.

Well, yeah, sometimes,
but he'd just sit and watch.

He always gave me the creeps.

Charlie said we'd never get
the smell of the fish

out of the water if he did come in.

He used to give him
carbolic soap for his birthday!

Gary sells fish.

He's got sole, just the wrong kind.

Oi!

I'd better go.

I'll come with you.

No, you're all right.
You finish your swim.

Will I see you next
week at the club?

Maybe.

What time do you call this?

I've been for a dip with Carol.

Dolores's mate.

That's what they do,
they go swimming after.

You know, they know how to have
a good time down there.

I could really, really get into that
Philly Soul. It's amazing.

Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.
What's the...

Don't worry.
It was just a bit of a scuffle.

So, you feel like telling me
what else you found out?

Yes, sorry. Gary Watts.

Uses carbolic soap to get rid
of the smell of fish off his hands.

Yeah, you sure?

Aye, positive. Yeah. Is that how
the soap got on her neck?

Cos he had a thing for her.

What? Gary got her pregnant? Gary,
who thinks it's all jigaboo music?

Well, Carol says that he was always
hanging round her, even though

it was his brother Charlie that was
going out with her.

Yeah, well, like you said,
it's a family affair. What else?

Oh, er...

Carol said that Dolores
and her had enough money

to get them both to America.

Money coming from where,
do you think?

Don't know, she didn't say.

She doesn't go all the way
on a first date then.

Is she selling drugs for Gary?

No. Not Carol.

Not Carol?
No, no definitely not, no.

Dolores, she was in
the driving seat.

Oh, and it turns out that
Bernie Watts wasn't the only person

who didn't approve of Charlie
and Dolores's, you know...

Carol says that Ambrose wasn't too
happy about her seeing any lads.

He lied to us.

Point taken.

Thank you.

Get Gary and Charlie in. Gary first.

I know you've been dealing
at the club. I've got a witness.

Were you working for your dad?

No.

I also pulled your file.

Seems you've got
a bit of a nasty streak, Gary.

Two convictions for assault.

Dishonourably discharged from the
army for attacking an officer.

Anything else I should know about?

Did you know that Dolores was
pregnant?

You had a thing for her,
didn't you?

I'm married.
Now why would I be shagging her?

As your dad says, as long as
you don't bring them home.

You use carbolic to get rid
of the smell of the fish, don't you?

Who's telling you all
this rubbish, eh?

Do you or don't you?

So?

Traces of the same soap were
found on Dolores. On her neck.

Well, maybe she used it as well.

No. Girls usually prefer
something scented.

Maybe she couldn't afford Yardley's.

Were you seeing Dolores?

No chance. The name's Gary,
not Charlie.

What else were you doing for your
father apart from selling drugs?

Getting rid of unwanted girlfriends?

You'd better start telling me
the truth about you and Dolores

or I'll do you for drug dealing
right now.

I might have touched her neck.

You might have touched her neck?

When she kissed me.
When did this happen?

Outside the club.

You left with her?

She was upset.

She'd had an argument
or summat with Charlie.

I went to see if she was all right.

We kissed goodnight
and I went back inside the club.

How long were you gone?

Five minutes.

'He's lying. He fancied her.'

He's got a face like a butcher's
chopping block. It's jealousy.

Good-looking Charlie got her
instead.

So he smashed her skull in,
stuck her in the back of the van,

went back to the club,
dumped her later.

And what happened
to your theory about Ambrose?

Sir. What?

Charlie Watts is here.

All right. Get a search
warrant for Gary's fish van.

And speak to Carol again.

I need to know who was
the father of Dolores's baby.

Surely she told her best friend?

And if not, why not?

I need to know what's going on
between the four of them.

I'll sleep when I'm dead, shall I?

How did you feel about being a dad,
Charlie?

Not thrilled?

Is that what you and Dolores
fought about the night she died?

You have a clear
motive for killing her.

What motive?

Jealousy. I've seen it send men
to the gallows.

Gary kissed her the night she died.
But you knew that, didn't you?

Did she get bored with you and then
move on to your big brother?

He told me he was having her.

Oh?

Is that what the row was about?
She left.

Gary went after her to comfort her?

You saw them kissing.
You waited for Gary to leave.

Did you kill her, Charlie?

No.

I didn't.

Hello?

What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

How'd you know I worked here?

I asked around.

You're keen.

I couldn't wait till the next
all-nighter. I wanted to see you.

Can I take you for lunch?

I've already got my lunch.

I can do better than a soggy
cheese sandwich.

Soggy cheese sandwich and chips.

Were you aware that Dolores was
saving up to leave for America?

I found this in she room. She said
she'd saved it from she wages.

Well, she might have got it
selling drugs at the club.

Did she ever mention a Gary Watts?

Do you think he killed her?

That is the father of the child?

We don't know. But she did have
another boyfriend.

Charlie Watts. His brother.

But surely you knew that,
didn't you, Ambrose?

I don't know anything.

Come on, Ambrose.

You've got a daughter who seems to
have two white boyfriends. Brothers.

Whose father, Bernie Watts,

is one of the worst racialist bigots
in the country.

Plus she might have
been in with them selling drugs.

And you say you didn't know?

Here you are, cheese
and onion toastie.

Don't say I don't spoil you.

Where's my chips?

They don't do chips, sorry about
that. Beer's got a head on it,
though.

Ooh. You really know how to sweep
a girl off her feet, don't you?

If you play your cards right
I'll take you to the burger van
in King Street next time.

So you're not working today?

No, no I got a day off.

I'm in the building trade.

Only work when it's sunny.

That's why I moved back to the
north east. I'm a lazy bugger.

Right.

Mmmm...

Your toastie's getting cold.

I'm not really hungry.

Not had much of an appetite
since Dolores was killed.

Do they have any idea who
did it yet?

No, not that I've heard.

Maybe she had another lad on the go.

An older man.
Summat like that, maybe?

Plenty men won't admit it,

but they like a bit of summat
different on the side.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Huh? Nothing.

And Dolores would just
go along with that, would she?

Is that because black girls
just like a good shag?

And they're up for it? They go
like bunnies? Is that what you mean?

I didn't mean it like that.
Just thinking out loud.

No. You weren't thinking,
that's the problem.

Nobody had a reason to kill her.

Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.

Honestly, I don't want you thinking
I'm some narrow-minded idiot.

I really don't.

Everybody's allowed to make
one mistake.

Just the one, mind.

We're having a vigil for Dolores
tomorrow at the Carlton.

Would you like to come?

What was it like when you came
here from Trinidad and Tobago?

Why? Why you want to know?

I've got an enquiring mind.
Comes with the job.

It was raining.

1940. I trained as a wireless
operator, then I was an air gunner.

And then after 30 missions

you're entitled to a job
on the ground.

But I wanted to fly.
So I retrained as a pilot.

Do a lot of low-level flying.
After the war I met my wife.

She was an army nurse.

Well, we just decided to stay.
We feel at home.

What went wrong with you
and the wife?

She wanted more from life than
I could give her.

I just realised how much like
she mother Dolores was.

Did you argue with
Dolores about that money you found?

Did you?

Look, I understand this must be
difficult for you, Ambrose.

You feel rejected by the country
that you fought for.
I didn't say that.

No. But it's what you really feel
isn't it? Deep down.

Now you find that your own daughter
doesn't respect you either.

She lies. She gets pregnant. She
doesn't even know who the father is.

So you snap. You lose control.
All that anger comes flooding out.

And you said yourself,
she's just like your wife.

Enough!

You are not a father.

Are you?

Nice cup of tea, and a biscuit.

There you are.

How'd you get on?

Yeah, no, it was, er...

I didn't find out much about
who the father was.

I don't think she knows.

But I did get invited to a vigil
they're holding for Dolores

tomorrow at the Carlton.

Don't worry, I made my excuses.

RAF records office. The war record
of Ambrose Kenny. I asked for it.

Why?

Because his son couldn't
stay in the same room with him

when Ambrose told me
about his war record.

What does that mean?

What it means, John, is that
he made the whole thing up.

He was a clerk in the stores. Why?

Why do you need to do that?

Is this the cup final
and nobody told me?

'Two of them married now,
with family.

'I shan't be satisfied till I have
seen them all settled overseas.

'In this country, in 15 or
20 years' time,

'the black man will have the
whip hand over the white man.

'Well, I can already hear
the chorus of execration.

'How dare I say such
a horrible thing?

'How dare I stir up trouble
and inflame feelings

'by repeating such a conversation?

'My answer is that I do not have
the right NOT to do so.

'It almost passes belief that,

'at this moment, 20 to 30
additional immigrant children

'are arriving from overseas in
Wolverhampton alone every week.

'And that means 15 or 20
additional families

'a decade or so hence.

'Those whom the gods wish to
destroy, they first make mad.

'We must be mad, literally mad,
as a nation

'to be permitting the annual inflow

'of some 50,000 dependants,

'who are, for the most part, the
material of the future growth...'

About time somebody said it.

'..of the immigrant descended
population.'

We have lift off.

'It is like watching a nation
busily engaged

'in heaping up its own funeral pyre.

'In these circumstances,
nothing will suffice...'

OK. Get back to work. All of you.

That's all this country needs.

Inspector Gently,

can I have a few words
about the Dolores Kenny case please?

It's ongoing.
That's all I can say at the moment.

Well, how long was she on the game?

Should other prostitutes
in the area be worried?

Dolores Kenny was not a prostitute.

And if anybody has any information
about what happened to her

I'd like them to come forward.

If they could imagine for just one
moment it was their daughter

how would they feel?

Would you like me
to repeat any of that?

No, no, that's fine.

Before we have a moment's
silence for Dolores,

her dad would like to say
a few words.

Nobody could want a better
daughter than Dolores.

She was strong-willed,
but I don't have to tell you that.

She was also kind, generous.

She friends tell me she had
a wonderful singing voice.

But she had a future.

She has been taken
away from us by hatred.

And that does make you want to hate.

I don't know why she died.

I probably never will.

But she killer,

he cannot take away our humanity,
unless we give it to him.

I once fought in a war.
I see a lot of death.

So now there is no reason

why I want to go outside there
and kill somebody.

It's like Dr King and all them
does say.

"You have to fight the hate".

So come. Let us pray.

Get out!

Stop it. Stop it now!

Gary!

Joseph!

What are you doing here?

It's fine. I'll sort it.
Just stay here. Promise me.
Look, I can't see Joseph!

Enough! Stop it!

Get him!

You want some scars, son?
Like your friends from Africa?

Hit him!

Will that make you happy?

You need to remember
who your people are, son.

'Ey, 'ey, it's me, man!

We got a dead man up here!

Settle down! Settle down!

Look at me. Look at me, son.
You were fighting.

You admit to fighting.
Who did that to you?

Where do you live?

Settle down! Will you settle down?!

You OK?

Yeah.

Listen, thanks for, erm...

What happened to Charlie Watts?
We haven't got him.

Don't know, must have done a runner.

Oh, brilliant!

Get men watching for him at his flat
and the scrapyard.

You do understand that this
could ruin your life?

Do you want your father to lose
both his children?

I'm not going to confess to
something I didn't do,

no matter what you do to me.
And what am I going to do to you?

Maybe I'll accidentally
fall down the stairs.

Well, I don't need to push
you down a flight of stairs, Joseph,

because I've got the knife.

Then check it for fingerprints.

Yeah. And it's been wiped clean.
I wonder if you knew that already.

I'm glad he's dead. Why?
Because he killed Dolores.

How do you know that?

I saw them outside the club
together.

Dolores...

Dolores. Hey! What's wrong?
What's the matter?

Just talk to me. I'm here for you.

What are you doing here?

Taking you home. Can't you see
these white boys are using you?

How long will they stay
when people spit at them?

I'm having a baby.

Don't know what to do.
Which one's the father?

It's Charlie's. How do you know?

Joe. I don't need your anger.
I need your help.

You're just like your mother.

'You left her alone
in the middle of the night?'

Why didn't you tell me this before?

I felt ashamed.

I felt... responsible.

Can I go home now?

No. No, you can't.

I need to speak to this witness,
in private.

My name is John.

I'm a Detective Sergeant,

and I was working undercover
on Dolores's murder.

Can I go now?

No, don't.

You not finished lying to me yet?

You not finished using me? Jim.

I was just trying to find out what
happened to Dolores.

If you'd known I was a copper
you'd never have spoken to us.

That makes it all right, does it?

I don't know.

That's for you to decide.

You know, if I thought you cared...

if I thought any of you really
cared about Dolores - I'd understand.

I didn't know Dolores.

But I do want justice for her.

For you.

I want you to believe me.

I told you not to get involved!

Huh?

First you go swimming with her,

next you're snogging
her on police premises!

You told me not to be a wallflower.

She could have been playing
you for a fool.

She could have been feeding you
false information.

But she didn't.

How serious is it?

Well, I hope you are prepared
for the stick you'll get.

It would be career suicide.

Now, I'm not saying it's right,
it's just a fact.

It won't get that far.

Well, from what I just saw,
it already has.

She thinks policemen
are all bigots.

Well - she's got a point,
hasn't she?

You've been prejudiced
since this case started.

You thought Dolores was just
a bit of exotic, didn't you?

Not even worth the bother
of getting her name right.

A swim and a kiss.

That changes you for ever, does it?

What about you, sir? Eh?

Bending over backwards

to believe every single word
Ambrose Kenny says.

And hey, what does
he turn out to be?

Biggles of the stores!

Ambrose Kenny's downstairs, sir.

It was me, I do it. I killed him.

I kill him.

He took my daughter's life.
So I take his.

Sit down, Mr Kenny.

I don't want to sit down.

So this knife,

the murder weapon, is your knife?

No. I find it on the floor, I just
pick it up and I stab Gary Watts.

What if I said that you're afraid
that Joseph stabbed Gary Watts

and you're taking the blame?

You would be wrong.

All right,
so how many times did you stab him?

I can't remember.

Self-sacrifice is to be admired.
Not in this case.

Don't talk to me
about self-sacrifice.

I fought for the mother country,
this country ever fight for me?

Well, that's not
strictly speaking true, is it?

What do you mean by that?

"Ambrose Kenny, storeman.

"September 1942, applied for
training as a rear gunner.

"Application denied.

"January 1943, applied for training
as a rear gunner.

"Application denied."

June 1943, same again.

And again. And again. And again!

Why'd you make up this pack of lies?

Same reason you came here today,
isn't it?

For your children.

One black person is welcome in.

It's when there's more than one,
that's when you people change.

It's a gradual thing.
I watched it happening.

You start to feel threatened.

And then one day your children,
they come home from school...

and they tell you people
start to spit at them.

You get to watch the pain
in their eyes, because they don't

understand why people would say
you don't belong here.

You is a nobody,

you come from a nobody family and
your father is just a bus conductor

and you're a nobody!

So one day you start
to tell a story.

It might give them
a little piece of pride.

So, yes.

I buy these medals in a junk shop.

I'm not a father,
as you pointed out.

But I hope I would have had
the courage to do the same.

Sir, Charlie Watts has been
seen at the scrapyard.

You wait here, right?

Jim. What are you doing here?

Sorry, Charlie. It's John.
I need you to come with me.

All right, don't worry. This way.

Yeah.

I need to talk to you.

Why did you bring Charlie back in?
He's already answered your questions.

No, he hasn't.

We don't know where he was
when Gary was murdered.

We also can't account
for his movements

on the night that Dolores died.

You don't understand.

He couldn't have killed her.

I know it's hard to believe

but, you know, sometimes people
just act out of character.

He couldn't have done it.

Why are you so sure?

Because I know where he was.

He was with me.

Seen Charlie?

She thinks the world of you,
honestly.

Dolores? You all right, pet?

You had it away with
your best mate's boyfriend

while she was pregnant?

It was just a kiss.

Charlie used me to make her jealous.

He thought she'd been seeing Gary.

That's why he won't say where he was,
and I begged him not to.

Joseph and Ambrose
are like family to me.

I couldn't stand it
if they knew it was my fault.

Have you told your dad about Carol
yet? Have you?

I feel sorry for him, mate,
I really do.

He thinks he's got rid of one
unsuitable girlfriend, and now you
go and get yourself another one.

John... What are black girls to you,
just fair game?

That's enough!

Huh? Go on. Admit it.
Admit it. You killed Dolores.

You cough to that,
they might take it easy on you.

Crime of passion, they'll call it.
In France you wouldn't even get
a fine. Go on, admit it!

Oi! I said that's enough!

I loved Dolores from the moment
I laid eyes on her.

She was the most beautiful
girl I'd ever met.

I should've believed her...

but I believed Gary instead.

He said he'd been shagging her.
I was jealous. Angry.

I kissed Carol to get
back at Dolores.

And Gary?

Did you kill him?

There's no point in lying, Charlie.

Because we got the murder weapon.

And guess what?

It's covered in fingerprints.

You're lying.

How can you be so sure?

Eh?

Is it because you know that the
knife was wiped,

because you wiped it?

Gary!

Gary!

I know what you did.

It was your baby, wasn't it?
Wasn't it?

Dad didn't want a little brown
baby called Watts, now, did he?

No, Charlie, Charlie.

I lied about that, OK.

I never touched Dolores.

She wouldn't let me.

It was your baby all along, Charlie.

I just, I just said it
to split yous up.

So it was my baby?

Yeah.

It was my baby.

You killed her?

It wasn't me, Charlie.

I swear it.

It wasn't me.

'He didn't kill her.'

But it's his fault she's dead.

His and mine.

Then who did kill her?

Joseph? Leave us alone!

Joseph...

Who killed my son?

His brother.

No. He's not thinking straight.

You made him say that.

You're going to let that black lad
get away with killing a white lad.

You turned your sons against each
other, Bernie. Poisoned them.

You poisoned your own family.

No.

They were both good boys.

Charlie confessed to it
five minutes ago.

Right.

Time for the truth, Bernie.

Did you kill Dolores Kenny?

I hated her.

I gave her 20 quid
to get rid of the baby.

She took it.

So what reason did I have
to kill her?

Come out, you coon! Come out! Out!

Go upstairs
and lock yourself in the bathroom.

Joseph, you're not going out there.
They'll kill you.

Just go and hide! No!

We know you're in there, you know!

Are we going to do this? Come on.

Open the door!

Come on.

Come on!

Who do this?

You did.

Huh?

If you'd stopped her seeing
a white boy in the first place,

this wouldn't have happened!

How I could tell her not
to see a boy

because of the colour of his skin?

If I do that that make me the same
as the people who come and do this!

You couldn't see what was going
to happen, could you?

When you going to realise?

When YOU going to realise -
they don't want us!

Not all of them, Joseph. It's not
all of them. I don't believe that.

Oh, aye. But you believed
I was capable of murder?

You believed that? Didn't you?

You can't blame me for that?

I mean, look at you.
You're so full of anger.

And you should be too. Joseph...

You can't see.

I just tried to protect you!

Aye.

Like how you protected Dolores?

Sarge, another friend to see you.

Mr Bacchus?

Listen, I don't want to get
anybody in trouble, you know,

especially not myself.

I've got a living to earn

and its not like you lot make it
easy for girls like me.

Get on with it.

I read what you said in the paper,
you know,

about that lass who died
on Saturday night.

About how we should imagine
they were our own daughter.

My customer was driving us
in his van

to the waste ground
where I work.

Well, he'd had a few
and he was driving too fast.

And I felt this thud
right next to me.

I didn't know what was going on.

So we pulled over.
It was pitch black out there.

There was something in the road.

He said we'd hit a dog,
but I knew he was lying.

It was that lass out of the paper.

'He said she was dead.

'But she wasn't.
There was still breath in her.'

And he wouldn't go
for an ambulance.

He just dragged her over
to that ditch and left her there.

Ambrose, what are you doing?

Joseph, call the police.

'We had hit her hard.'

There was blood on the side mirror

and the side of her head
was bashed in.

But still I told him,
"You have to get help.

"You can't just leave her
like that."

Sir...

Minute. Minute.

He said...

He said, "What does it matter?
She's just a coloured."

Dad...

Dad!

You should walk away,
if you know what's good for you.

Move.

You take my daughter's life.

Not true.

You think you can live
while she lying in the ground?
That's what you think?

Dad? What are you doing?
Wait a minute. I didn't kill anyone.

Dad, don't!

Shut your mouth!
I didn't lay a hand on her.

Dad! Ambrose. Move!

Ambrose. Listen to me, please.

Nobody murdered her. Not Bernie,
not Gary. It was a hit and run.

You expect me to believe that?

Joseph and Dolores
argued that night. Yes?

Yeah, we did. He's telling the truth.

She walked home in the dark.
She was hit on the side of the head.

The driver was drunk
and he didn't report it.

It was him that caused it. Not that!

He left her to die in a ditch.

You think he would have done that
if she was white?

Dad, stop! Ambrose!

All my life,
I try and do the right thing.

I was brought up well.
So I take all the abuse.

I listen to all your nasty
racist jokes

even though I can see
the hatred behind your eyes.

My son is not going through
what I went through.

Joseph! I wanted you to fight back,
but not like this.

I wanted you
to stand up for yourself,

to be someone I could admire.
And you are.

You are.

I love you.

Dolores, she loves you.

You don't need medals to be a hero,
Dad. I can see that now. You don't.

Just... living is hard enough.

Ambrose...

Give me the gun.

Please.

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