All language subtitles for George Gently S07E01 - Gently with the Women x264 RB58

Whoa.

Hey, man,

he had his hands up.

All right, George?

Can you hear us, George?

Call an ambulance.

Aaah-aah-aah!

Aaaaaaah!

'ello, 'ello, 'ello.

HUA 222B.

- Bet he doesn't.

Bet he does.

Look at him, man;
he looks shifty.

I've taken his number down.

White Ford Zephyr.

Tasty.

"Tasty."

Since when did you become

an expert in taste?

Look at your hair.

Faah! Eh, where'd
you get that done,

Shields Fish Market?
- Shut up, man.

Ow! Shh, shh, shh.

So sorry. Sorry, I
think he's heard.

- Nah, look at him, man.

He's just havin' a tab, isn't
he, before he goes home?

He's not a punter;

he's just a secret smoker.

- 10 bob.

Aye, all right.

There you are.

Just going home to the wife.

Lives next door.

Ah, no. No, no, no, no. No.

You do know what "10
bob" means, don't you,

in Cockney rhyming slang?

Yes, and the women
charge 10 bob for one.

Right.

Well, a bet's a bet, Rachel.

Have you ever used a brothel?

Have I ever paid for sex?

You're jokin'. No, I haven't.

No?
- No.

Hmm, just 'cause, I dunno,

I read in Women's Own 1
in 3 men has bought sex.

Right, well, I'm
one of the other two.

And 1 in 4 women
has done it for money.

Well, all married
women do it for money,

sooner or later, don't they?

Here we go.

Right, come on then.

Excuse me.

Can I just have a
quick word, there,

please, sir?

Police.

There you are. Rachel.

Are you aware
you're about to enter

a brothel, there, sir?

- Is that illegal in Durham?

No, it's not illegal,
no, but running one is,

and we're doing our best
to discourage it, right?

- Aye, prosecuting
the girls doesn't work,

so we've decided to publish
the names of the customers.

- Very commendable.

In the paper.

- Name and address, please, sir.

Back off,

Sergeant.

Now.

Right, come on.

Rachel.

Oi! Where's he from?

- CID across the river. Get in.

Well, what's his name?

Doesn't matter.

Right, shall we go?
- Sorry, so, what,

one rule for policemen
and one for everyone else?

- No, no, it's just

he wasn't breaking the
law, Rachel, all right?

So let's just drop...
- Well, he should still go

in the paper. He's a
servin' police officer, man.

He shouldn't be
usin' prostitutes.

Will you shut your
face, Rachel, please!

I'll make me own way home.

John, don't take risks, please.

- All right, all right.

Always ring first,

even if I'm expectin' you.

- All right, promise.

The kids are at me mam's.

We don't have to be quiet.

And we've got all night.

- Gemma.

Shh, let's not
waste time talking.

No no no no. Gemma, listen.

I just met your husband.

- How?

It was just a freak
thing, you know?

Paths just crossed at work.
It'll never happen again.

- Make sure it doesn't.

Morning.

There was actually a
good reason, Rachel.

Which was?

I can't tell ya.

Out there, Sarge.

- What's she sellin', lucky
heather, clothes pegs?

I don't think that's
all she's sellin'.

She says she's been raped.

You're jokin'.

Where's Gently?

I haven't seen him.

- Well, that's a shame.

She could've wasted
his time instead of mine.

Right, give me five
minutes to get a cup of tea.

All right.

Excuse me.

Excuse me! Mr. Gently!

Where on Earth do
you think you're going?

- To work.

Right, Tina.

I'm all ears.

Who's been rapin' ya, then, pet?

There were three of them.

- Where are we?

In The Dun Cow.

It's a pub in Peterlee.

Yeah, sorry. Yeah, we know.

Right, so there's four of
ya sittin' in The Dun Cow.

Oh, no. We weren't
sittin' together, like.

I was on me own.

- Drinkin' on your own?

Not against the law, is it?

- No, no, no, it's
not against the law.

So this was yesterday, was it?

No.

Tuesday afternoon,
week before last.

- Week before last?!

And you've come
in now, crying rape?

Tina, I'm going to stop
you right there, pet,

'cause if you are
wasting my time,

I'm going to be very,
very upset with ya.

Do you understand?

Aye.

- So why's it taken
you over a fortnight?

Well, I wasn't going
to come in at all,

and then, I was talkin'
with some friends

and I just think they
shouldn't get away with it.

- Who?

Men.

- Right, I see,

I see.

So, this is some
women's-lib point

about men in general, is it?

No, just the three
what's raped us.

So you want to carry on, do ya?

Aye, 'cause I don't think
they should get away with it.

These lads were all young

and they were drunk
and they were violent.

They're going to go and
do it to some other lass

and they want stoppin'.

- Right.

If that's what you
want, we'll carry on.

Descriptions.

Done? Happy?

Your friend Tommy,
who came in with you,

said you seemed to
completely miss the punch,

and that's not
something that happens.

You do remember
Tommy, don't you?

Yes.

- And do you remember the punch?

Yes.

So why did it lay you out?

- Didn't see it.

Did you lose your
vision, Mr. Gently?

I got some sweat in my eyes.

I was blinking it out

and he hit me.

I'll be having words with him,

I can tell you.
- You mustn't box again

until we get to the root
of this problem, Inspector.

- There isn't a problem.

How many times has
this happened before?

- It's been very nice to
meet you, Dr Benson,

and thank you for your concern,

but I'm fine.

Have you been suffering
from sudden bouts of fatigue?

I'm going to arrange for
some neurological tests.

It was definitely
the blond-haired one

that grabbed ya in
the carpark, was it?

- Yes.

Only, Tina, look, you
said, ten minutes ago,

that you weren't sure because
he grabbed you from behind.

Yeah, that's right.

Oh, God, I don't know.

It was one of them, wasn't it?

Do you want a cup of tea, Tina?

Yes, please.

Tina, why have you not mentioned

that you're on our files?

You're a prostitute.

Have you or have you not

literally been asking for it?

Aw, here comes the waterworks.

Prostitution is not a crime.

- Well, solicitin' is.

Three times in five years?

Literally been asking for it.

And then charging money for it.

I didn't mention
what I do for a living

because it wasn't relevant
to what happened, was it?

I mean, these three lads,

they were not clients.

Sarge, there's too
many men in this room.

- What is it you want, Rachel?

Shall we get Pan's
People in here?

Huh?

How about that cuppa tea?

Go on. I think
we'll all have one.

Where's my sergeant?
- Number 1, sir.

And you've done it before,

haven't you, Tina, pet,
accused men of rape?

You did it two years ago.

That was a client.

How can it be rape, if
you're getting paid for it?

This is Mrs. Tina Hall.

She's 45 year
old, or so she says.

She lives in Peterlee.

She's a known prostitute, sir.

She got convictions here

for solicitin' and
disturbin' the peace

and she's here to
make her second

accusation of rape in two years.

The last one was withdrawn.

Now she's saying that,

this time, there
was three blokes,

young lads in a
multistory carpark.

She doesn't know
any of their names.

One was blond

and one had a
pair of glasses on.

Ah, withdraw it, Tina.

Come on, withdraw it, right,

and I won't charge you
with wasting police time.

- Hang on.

Has Mrs. Hall been
given an examination?

- It was three weeks ago, guv.

Oh.

Any witnesses, Tina?

No.

What's the bloody point, huh?

Youse are all bastards.

Temper, temper, Tina.

Oi. That's enough.

You know, there's nowt funny

about being held down and raped.

Get a different job, then, love.

Hey, what do you say to a
woman with two black eyes?

"You had your warning."

May I?

You didn't like

what you saw.

Sir, I don't know whether
she was telling the truth or not,

but they wouldn't have
believed her anyway.

It's like a club.

- What is?

Men. The way they
all stick together.

Come on, Rachel. We're
all in favor of equality.

You're not, though, all.

All.

You're not all in favor.

I'm not saying
that you're not, sir.

I'll have a word with John,

if that will help
smooth things over.

Aye, ask him about last
night, while you're on.

All right, out with it.

That's not a
request, by the way.

We cautioned about a
dozen men outside this brothel.

Every one had their
name and address taken,

except one: a DI
from across the river.

No, Rachel.

Whatever else John is,
he's not corrupt. In fact,

he would take an
almost perverse pleasure

in nicking a DI.

Right. Okay, well, my
mistake. I do apologize.

I'm just saying there
will be a reason.

Aye, there was.

I better get back, sir.

What was his name?

Well, Sgt Bacchus wouldn't say,

but I looked him up
through his number plate.

His name's Walter Nunn.

Insp Walter Nunn.

Sir.

Where's my sergeant?

Have you noticed

how often I've had
to say that recently?

- No, sir. Do you
want us to keep count?

No, I want you to
tell me where he is.

Sorry, sir. He went home early.

- Why?

Didn't say.
- Didn't say. Yeah, all right.

What we gonna do, Gem?

- We're going to
be practical, John.

The kids need a mum and a dad.

And he loves them.

He loves me, in his way.

You don't love
him, though, do ya?

He's an arse, Gemma.

- Well, he wouldn't
be callous enough

to do what I'm
doin'; I know that.

You sure about that?

- Positive.

Can we not talk
about my husband,

John, please?

Ahem.

What are you doing here?

Somebody threw a sickie, so.

I've got the next
two days off, so,

I don't mind doing a night.

Nobody waiting at home?

You do a lot of
things right, Rachel.

Thank you, Mr. Gently.

What are you doing here,

this time of night?

- Couldn't sleep.

There's something
you can help me with,

as a matter of fact.

Put that down.
- Right.

Sit down.

- Oh.

I'd finish it off myself, but,
I'm not 100 at the moment, so.

- What's the matter with you?

Oh, it's just a bug.

I've been looking at the way

this force investigates
rape complaints.

Sir, this force doesn't
investigate rape complaints.

It just doesn't.

I don't want your opinion.

I want you to go through
these files systematically

and bring me facts.

This many complaints,
that many prosecutions,

how many were withdrawn and why.

Sir...

And bring me the names
of the investigating officers.

The name Walter Nunn has
cropped up half a dozen times already.

And you bring these
facts to me, right?

Nobody else, just me.

Yes, sir.
- Right.

Now, I am going home.

See you Monday.

- Goodnight.

Or maybe I'm not going home.

Gently.

Yeah, it's ugly.

Morning, guv.
- Morning.

That way.

- Have you had a look?

Aye, a quick one.

She's young. She's
been there a while.

She's lying face-down.

She's been covered with leaves.

She's got nothing
on her to identify her.

- Who found her?

Mrs. Relph.

- What was she doing here?

Walking the dog.

- Where is it?

Ran away.

Right.

Look at this.

You see that?

- Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Blood vessels in
her eyes have burst.

She's been strangled.
- Yeah.

What's your name?

WPC Turner, sir.

First name?

Constance.

Ever seen a murder
victim before?

Never seen a dead body, sir.

You're doing extremely
well, Constance.

There's a road that runs down

to the river, right?

Now, the weather was dry,

so there's no tire
marks anywhere.

So I want 10 doing
fingertip searches,

looking for clothing,
jewelry, that kind of thing.

Residential streets
here, here, and here.

Three teams of three,
on the knockers, please.

Rigor mortis has been and gone,

so we're probably looking to ask

for the night
before last, all right?

Now, we currently
have no missing persons

that remotely fit the bill.

We have no idea who
this young woman is

and we won't know
how she met her end

'til they finish with
her downstairs.

Assume nothing.

Right, on you go.

Why is she working in here?

- She's working for me.

Workin' what?

Who's Walter Nunn?

He's an inspector
at Tynemouth nick.

- With a free pass
to visit brothels?

Well, you don't need

a pass, do ya,
guv? It's not illegal.

- Oh, really?

So why are we bearing down
so hard on the customers, then?

Unless, of course, you got a
warrant card in your pocket.

- Maybe he was on
official business, sir.

Well, was he or wasn't he?

I didn't ask.

They're ready for you, sir.

Thank you.

Thanks, Rachel.

What is this work
he's getting you to do?

- I haven't got all day, John.

You were right:

strangulation.

Sometime late,
night before last,

I'd say between
10:00 pm and 2:00 am.

I'm pretty sure

she was strangled from behind,
from the marks on her throat,

and that fits with
the sexual activity.

You're calling it sexual
activity, not rape?

- All depends on the
level of force used,

and I haven't had
time to assess that yet.

Sometimes there's
no real sign of it.

I mean, if I were being raped,

personally, I'd let
him get on with it,

rather than fight back
and risk being hurt badly.

That wouldn't be rape, then.

Would it?

Legally.

What?

No, I'm just... I'm saying

what's the definition?

"When a woman says no,
but it happens, anyway."

Well, yeah, sometimes they
change their minds, though,

don't they?

Then they're not
saying no, are they?

How old is she?

I know she looks young,
but I'd put her mid-20s.

Any distinguishing marks,
anything, anywhere?

Oh, she had her appendix
out about 10 years ago.

- Ah, right. Well that narrows
it down to about 5 million.

How long are dental
records taking, these days?

Oh, needle in a
haystack. Weeks, months.

Thank you.

I've gone back nearly 5 years,

lookin' right across
the constabulary.

It's patchy, from
division to division,

but the overall figures are:

102 complaints of rape,

resulting in 27
charges being made.

17 of those were dropped
before they even got to court,

usually 'cause the
victim decided not

to go through with
givin' evidence.

So 10 went to court,
resulting in 8 convictions,

and 2 of those convictions
ended in noncustodial sentences.

Are you telling
me that, in 5 years,

only 6 men went
to prison for rape?

Mm-hmm.

They got between 9
months and 14 years.

Out of 102 complaints?

How did I not know about this?

Do you want me
to answer that, sir?

Because you never asked.

And Walter Nunn?

21 investigations made.

No charge brought,

ever.

Every woman that ever
talks to Walter Nunn

eventually signs a statement
withdrawing her allegation.

Do you think Tina Hall
was telling the truth, Rachel?

I do, now, yeah.

I think a lot of these women

were tellin' the
truth, actually.

I mean, why would you bother?

It's a pretty horrible thing
to come and talk about.

What do we know
about Walter Nunn?

Is he married? Is
he a single man?

I can find out for you, sir.

- All right. Don't ask
questions in this building,

or in any other
nick, for that matter.

He'd be on to us in 10 minutes.

- Yes, sir.

I think my guvnor's
on to us, you know.

Well, not us, me.

He doesn't know who it is,
but he knows there's someone.

- He's your boss,
not your dad, John.

Hey, you'd never
tell him, would you?

I don't want anybody knowing.

- No, of course I wouldn't.

I'll have to buy some
mints on the way home.

Walter will kill
me, if he finds out

I've started smoking again.

- What would he do if
he found out about this?

Kill us both, probably.

- Why would you say that?

'Cause he's said
so many's a time.

Me and the man, first;
then the kids; then himself.

- Why did you marry this bloke?

'Cause he made us laugh.

Do you still have sex with him?

- Yes.

Just not very often.

When we do, I close my
eyes and pretend it's you.

I love you, Gemma.

It's never happened
to me before.

Is there a particular reason
you've invited me here, John?

- Young girl, mid-20s, goes
missin', about a week ago.

Nobody reports it.
What does that tell ya?

What's that tell me?

What does that tell ya?

No friends, no family.

Possibly.

No job, possibly.

Or...?
- Or the dead girl wasn't

from round here.
- Right.

Is that it?

Well, if she wasn't
from round here, guv,

therefore, she must be...?
- Visiting.

Visitin'. But
nobody's reported her

not arriving, either.

- Passing through, then.

Right, the train station
is 3 miles that way, right?

The coach station,
on the other hand,

is just over there,
t'other side of this bridge.

- So?

So why does she
get off the coach?

- Well, why are you assuming

coach instead of train,
just because it's closer?

Right, why did
she get off either?

I don't know, John. This
is your theory, not mine.

What do trains have
that coaches don't?

This better be good.

Netties, guv.
- What?

Netties, the toilets.

If you're passin'
through on a train,

you don't need to get
off for a wee, do ya?

If you're passing through
on a coach, however,

you've got no choice in the
matter. You have to get off,

in the clothes that you're
standing up in, right?

And if you don't make it
back, for whatever reason,

then it leaves without ya,

taking all of your
belongings with it.

- Yeah, well.

It's worth asking
the question, innit?

- Yeah.

Yeah. Well done, John.

- Thanks.

Are you going
to tell me, or not?

What?

Why you leave work early.

Or why you're so shifty.

Why you're yawning
halfway through the morning.

- Why am I yawnin'? Why
are you always yawnin'?

Like a bloody
zombie, half the time.

- Tell me you're

in love, John.

Go on,

tell me you're in love.
I'll be happy for you.

Tell me she's tiring you out
and that's why you're yawning.

I'll believe that.

Tell me she can only
meet you in the afternoons

and that's why
you're never at work.

But please,
please, don't tell me

that you can only meet
her in the afternoons

because she's a married woman.

I knew it.

Guv, where is all this
rubbish coming from?

- How many times do you think
I've watched this happen, eh?

In 30 years in the force,
how many young men

do you think I've
watched havin' affairs, eh?

Go on, have a guess.
- 148.

Scores of 'em, John.

Detectives, couldn't
keep their zips up.

You're completely
wrong about this, guv.

Yeah? Oh, well,
that's fine, then.

Right, Rachel,

got a nice little job for ya.

I want you to go to the coach...
- Rachel's working for me, John.

Taylor, I need the number
for the coach station, please.

- Did you find out anything?

No, I'm not going on
me sodding holidays.

Just get me the number, will ya?

Walter Nunn, married.

Wife's name's Gemma.

Two kids.

Why are we still
talking about him?

- Instead of phoning

the coach station, why
don't you go down there

and ask if a young girl

got off the bus
last Thursday night

and didn't get back on it again?

All right.

I'll go and ask.

John, and Walter Nunn.

Could they be mates?

Definitely not.

He didn't know him from Adam.

It was only when he
saw his warrant card

that his attitude
to him changed.

- When he saw his warrant
card, or the name on it?

Sir?

Ohh.

Married, with two
kids, you said?

Yeah, four and three.

Do you want us to find out
more about Walter Nunn,

like who his friends are or...?
- No, no, find Tina Hall for me.

Ask her if she'd very kindly

come back and talk to me again.

And, in case she's worried,

tell her she's
not in any trouble

and nobody will be
laughing, this time.

Leave Walter Nunn to me.

Write down his home
address, will you?

Durham is leaving now.

Ladies and gents,
it's leaving now.

Hurry along there.

Oi.

Other side, please.

- Sorry, I just need
to have a quick...

This is my side;

that's your side.

Yes, I just want to check
the timetable, pal. All right?

Use the one in the waiting room.

This one's mine.

Ah-ah, no, you don't touch.

This one's mine.

All right? Good.

Is this office manned at night?

'Til 11:00.

By who?

- Me, usually.

Thursday nights?

Every night, except Sundays.
- Why not Sundays?

'Cause there's...
- No buses on Sunday. Right, yes.

Last Thursday
night, were you here?

I just told ya.

Right, so there's three busses

that get in between 10:00
and half-past 2:00, right?

The Edinburgh-London,
the London-Edinburgh,

Edinburgh-Manchester.

- Eh, good reader.

Is this appropriate,
this, here? Is it? Hmm?

If you like pictures
of nude women.

- Ah, but the public, though,
comin' in here, seein' them.

Hmm? A young lass, maybe?

Why would she come in here,
when there's a waiting room?

Who?

This "young lass."

- Well, to use
your toilet, maybes.

There's one out there.

- Out of order.

So will your face be, in
a minute, pal, so help me.

So, did you see a young lass,

last Thursday night, get
off one of your late buses?

Curly, mousy hair.

Knocked on your door,
perhaps, asked to use the toilet.

I'm DCI Gently.

Does he know you're here?

- No, and there's no
reason why he ever should.

Are we talking
about your husband

or your boyfriend, Mrs. Nunn?

- There's no need to make
me feel guilty, Mr. Gently.

I manage that myself.

- They ever met?

John said their paths
crossed about a week ago.

- Did he say how?

Hardly matters, does it?

- No.

What does matter to
me, at least, Mrs. Nunn,

is my sergeant's career.

Now, John could go a long
way in the police service,

but, every now and again,

he makes a serious
error of judgment.

And you are the latest.

Look.

Officer gets caught with his
trousers down, that happens.

He can get away with that.

An officer gets caught
with his trousers down

with another officer's wife,
maybe break up a family...

Is your marriage so unhappy?

I don't think that's
your business.

I wasn't looking for this.
I've never done it before.

I'll certainly
never do it again.

Love is where it
falls, Mr. Gently.

Yeah, you can stand
there and disapprove,

but what am I supposed to do?

What on Earth do I do
with this riot in my heart?

- You silence it, Gem.

That's what you do.

And if you don't put
a stop to this, I will.

Understood?

Ah.

Where have you been?

- Who's he?

Name is Stuart MacMillan.

He's a boring little fart, a
look-at-my-uniform jobsworth,

nobody, tosspot
from the bus station.

- Friend of yours, is he?

He saw her get off the bus, guv,

the Edinburgh-Manchester,
at 10:00.

Now, she can only have got
on at Berwick or Edinburgh,

so we're checking with the local
nicks now for missing persons.

He says that he saw
her get off the bus,

he let her use the toilet,

and then, he never
saw her again.

He's a pervert.

You can smell it on him.

- What is he doing?

I dunno.

He wanted the fruit

for some rare glucose-
deficiency thing. I dunno.

Looks like a clown to me.

- Has he confessed?

No, not yet.

Hey.

Was I right, or was I right?

- Sarge.

Edinburgh has

a Janice Ballard, aged 30.
- Oh?

She left home to go back
to work in Manchester.

She usually gets the coach.

They're going to stick
a photo in the post.

We should get it tomorrow.
- Right.

Here's your clerk, sir.

It's his first day.

Behave yourself.

- Sorry, sir.

Did you see that?

- No, sir.

Good lad.

Well,

she seemed like
a nice lass, at first.

Comes in, you know,

and asked us if she
can use the toilet,

'cause the one next to the
waiting room's out of order.

Then she says "Can
I have a cup of tea?"

So I says "Yeah, I'll
make you a cup of tea."

So we have a cup of tea.

Then she starts.

- Starts what?

Battin' her eyelids at us
and makin' suggestions.

She was askin' for it.

Where are you, at this point?

I'm still in the office.

I've locked the door, like.

- Coach has
already left, has it?

Nah, it stops for half an hour

so's the driver
can get his dinner.

- Where does that happen?

He sits on the bus.

He's got a flask and some
cheese-and-pickle sandwiches.

No, it's ham and cheese
and pickle sandwiches.

Right. What happened next?

She comes over

and sits on me lap
and starts sort of

squirming, you
know, like a... stripper.

Yeah, like a dirty
bloody stripper.

Gyratin' in me face.

Nearly lose control?

I lost control.

And then did you find...?

Tell us in your
own words, Stuart.

What happened next, exactly?

I cannot exactly remember.

I pushed her on the floor
and then I had me way with her

and then I killed
her. I killed her.

How?

How'd you kill her, Stuart?

With me bare hands.

What'd you do with the body?

I cannot remember.

Where did you put her, Stuart?

I put her in the river.

- In the river?

No, uh, beside it.

- What did you do
with the clothes?

I set fire to them.

God forgive us.

God forgive us what I've done.

Me picture will be in the paper
and me mam'll be ashamed of us!

- Ahem.

I don't think he's
the full shilling, John.

We'd better get him fitted

by the police surgeon.
- Oh, come on. No no.

Yeah, to be safe.

We're going to be
here 'til Christmas, man.

Right, yes, he's a clown,

but he's not crackers.

You led him too much.
- What?!

Yes. Yes.
- Me?! No no no no.

I never mentioned rape. I
never mentioned the river.

But you asked him what
he'd done with her clothes,

which meant she was naked.

After he said that
he'd raped her.

Look, right?

If we give him to the surgeon

and he says that he's mental...

Yeah, okay.

Let's wait for the photo,
'til you charge him, all right?

Fine.
- Okay.

Has anybody warned
you about this, Mr. Gently?

A lumbar puncture is a
very painful procedure.

- So I understand.

Look, I wouldn't
subject you to it

if there were any other
way to test my diagnosis.

Have you had any
more loss of vision?

- No.

Any clumsiness,
dropping cutlery?

- No.

You'll need tomorrow off work.

Nasty weather, isn't it?

Hello?

Gemma, it's me. What's going on?

I can't see you anymore, John.

Don't call me again. I'm sorry.

I'll write ya.

I'm sorry.

You been messin' around

with me life, Bacchus?
- With your wife?

Life! Me life.

- What do you mean?

Why have you got that bint
constable sniffing round?

Who am I married to?

How many kids have I got?
- I didn't, I didn't, I promise.

I'm warning you, Bacchus.

One word gets out to anybody

about where I was that night
and I'll rip your ugly head off

and shove it up your arse.
- All right, all right.

Clear?
- Yeah, clear.

You want to get a
deadlock put on this door.

The needle leaves a
small hole in the spine.

Until that heals, fluid
will leak internally.

This can take a week.

You'll get severe
headaches; that's normal.

The results should
be back quite quickly.

Perhaps they'll prove me wrong.

Thank you. Goodnight.

Morning, John.

- Not for me, it's not.

Walter Nunn paid
me a visit last night.

Ohh, did he?

Why was that, do you think?

I think you know why.

Do I?

- He thinks it's me
that's been doing

background checks on him.

Thanks.

He threatened
to rip me head off.

Background checks, eh?

Photo from Edinburgh came.

Janice Ballard.

You convinced now?

What more do you want, guv?

- We don't throw
murder charges around

like confetti, not as
long as I'm in charge.

I want to talk to him again.

- Yeah, while you're in charge.

Question:

why are you and Rachel
investigatin' Walter Nunn

and why was I kept out of it?

Because I thought you
might be compromised.

How?

You can't think of any reason?

Like what?

Well, I thought you might
have let him off the hook

the other night because
you were mates,

but, ha, obviously,
you're not mates, are you?

- No, we're not mates.

Well, you still haven't
said why you're after him.

He was the investigating officer

in 21 complaints of
rape in the last 5 years

and he never brought
one charge to court.

Not one.

That bothers you, does it?

Doesn't it bother you, John?

Yeah.

Well, I want to have a look
at the way we investigate

rape complaints in this force

and I'll be asking permission
to question Walter Nunn,

just so you know.

I'll bring MacMillan up.

Good morning, Stuart.

I'm going to ask you

a simple question and,
if you mess me about

in the slightest way, I'm
going to knock your block off.

Do you understand?

Good.

Now, we are investigating
a second murder.

Another young woman.

- No, no, no.

I know you people
and your tricks.

Youse got somebody for one thing

and then, youse put the
blame on them for other things.

It makes youse look good.

- What?

What, you think

police tell lies, Stuart?

I know youse do,
but I'm not falling for it.

And I'm going to tell the judge
about your police brutality.

- Well, I can see I've met
my match in you, Stuart,

so, no more funny business,

I promise.

If you wouldn't mind just
taking a look at this photograph

and tell me if you've
ever seen her before.

And if the answer's no,

that's the end of it.

Never seen her
before in me life.

Never?

- Never.

This is the young woman

that you told us yesterday
that you'd raped and murdered.

You made that up, didn't you?

Tidy this mess up, will ya?

Sergeant.

- You.

You made me look like a
right monkey back there.

- You made yourself
look like a right monkey.

You've compromised...

Stay out of here! You've
compromised yourself

with this woman and
you're not thinking straight.

What are you talking
about, what woman?

Oh, for God's
sake, John, really.

You know.

- Well, yes. Of course I know.

Of course you know.
How do you know?

- Because I make it
my business to know.

You've been to
see her, haven't ya?

Haven't ya?

You've been to see her.

Stay away from her, John.

Whichever way you
look at this, she's poison.

And you try and see her
again, I'll have you suspended.

- Don't you dare.
Don't you dare, sir!

Don't!

Don't you dare ruin this for me!

Guv, please.

This is my one
chance of being happy.

I'm asking you
as a friend, don't.

You know, I wanted
to be a policewoman

when I was a little lass.
Anything in uniform, actually.

That's bloody ironic,

considering how many times

I've been asked to
dress up as a nurse.

Men.

They're really weird, you know?

They're like bairns that grow
older, but they never grow up.

How often are they violent?

Not that often. Just, you know,

sometimes you've got to
let them do a bit, you know?

Hold your throat,
pull your hair,

slap you a bit, call you names.

Seems to keep most
of them happy enough.

Some of them don't
want anything, you know?

They don't even want sex.

They just want to talk, you
know, be near a woman.

Like,

the loneliness of men.

They reek of it.

Ah.

You got your killer, I hear.

- Nope. Wrong man.

Not right in the head.

Apparently, he's
confessed to murder before.

Four times, in fact.

Well, you asked
me to be definitive.

I now can be.

It was rape, all right.

Whoever did this
used a lot of force.

She's quite badly hurt inside.

I think we can
assume she said no.

- Right. Thank you, Mrs. Dixon.

"Ms."
- Sorry?

"Ms." M-s.

A lot of people prefer
it to Miss or Mrs now.

What people?

People like me, Sergeant.

Right.

Thank you, Ms. Dixon.

Um...

Sorry.

Before we start...

I was out of order last time

and I would like to apologize.

- What do youse want, anyway?

We'd like to take a
further statement from you

concerning what
those three men did.

Rachel will take the statement.

No male officers
will be present.

But, before that,

I'd like to ask you
about the previous time,

when you made a
similar allegation,

but you withdrew it.

Now, why was that?

Did you feel under
pressure to drop charges?

Well, yeah, you know,

when you come in to complain
about gettin' raped by a client

and you find yourself
talkin' to one of your regulars.

- Are we talking

about Insp Nunn, Tina?

That's a serious
allegation, that.

Huh? You said I
wasn't in trouble.

- No.
- No, no.

No, no. I'm guaranteeing that.

So, was Insp Nunn one
of your regular clients?

Mm-hmm, still is.

What was his attitude

to your complaint?

"You were askin' for it."

Because of what
you do for a living?

No, 'cause I'm a woman.

This client who raped you.

Could he have been
known to Walter Nunn?

Didn't talk as if he knew him.

Didn't seem that
interested in him, actually.

- Well, as I recall
from your statement,

that rape was pretty
violent and even that

didn't make Walter
Nunn take you seriously?

Well, neither did
he, the second time.

No, I didn't believe ya.

I should've. I'm sorry.

- And it was the same
with Walter Nunn, was it?

He just didn't believe
you about the violence?

Was Walter Nunn himself

violent, Tina?

- Yeah.

Tina, did Walter Nunn ever
put his hands round your throat?

Always.

How'd you like that
to be part of your job?

- Can I just ask?

Tina, when he was doing this,

puttin' his hands
around your throat,

were you face-up or face-down?

Face-down.

Well, look at the facts:
we saw Nunn here

around the same time as
Janice Ballard was murdered.

I mean, it's no distance.

And, apparently, he likes to
choke women from behind.

- Rachel, do you hear
what you're sayin'?

We've a serving police officer
who's a rapist and a murderer.

- I'm not sayin'
anything, actually.

I'm just followin' the evidence,
like we're supposed to do.

He did come into your
home and threaten you, John.

He did what?
- He didn't want his name

dragged through the
mud for visitin' a brothel.

Well, did he not know you
were trying to protect him?

Rachel, enough, will ya!
- Why?

What is the big deal
about this bloke?

Enough, both of you!

Now, I'm going to
request permission

to question Walter
Nunn under caution

and the first thing he's
going to want to ask is

did we question everybody
that you spoke to on that night

or are we victimizing him?

Now, Rachel, you got all
the names and addresses.

Off you go.

Ask them all for alibis.

Let's go and get some fresh air.

When I ask Walter Nunn

"Do you have an alibi
for that Thursday night?",

is he going to say "Ask my
wife 'cause I was with her"?

'Cause if he does, John,

I'm going to have
to question her

and she's going to
have to know why.

- Well, if he does,
guv, he's lying.

How do you know that?

Because she was with you.

Where, exactly?

- Her place.

In his bed?

And where did she think he was?

- Working.

She trusts him.
- Mm-hmm.

And he trusts her, presumably.
- Yep.

I thought you were
better than this, John.

- Well, I'm not.

So what do you want
me to do now, then, guv?

Go and help Rachel.

- Right.

Are you going to tell me
what's wrong with you, guv?

- I'm going home.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Checked this one's alibi.

Sounds pretty solid.

- All right. Well,
that's all of them.

All pretty credible.

Good. I'm off.

- Well, there is this bloke.

Huh?

Shall we check him out?
We know where he lives.

The secret-smoker bloke,

white Ford Zephyr?

Oh, the one that
nearly cost ya 10 bob.

Well, we saw him go into
his house, didn't we, huh?

So he's not a punter.

We're doing punters,
Rachel, just punters.

Or are you saying that all men

are rapists as well?

As well as who?
- Look, do you mind

if I don't waste any more
of me time today, please?

I don't mind what
you do, Sergeant.

- Good.

But I think I'll just stay here
and find out this bloke's name

and check his alibi, like
Mr. Gently asked for us to do.

Really don't have a home
to go to, do you, Rachel?

Actually, I do, and
I'm going to go there,

just as soon as I've
finished me work.

Very good. I'm going to mine.

Right, fine. Night-night.

Sir.

Hello?
- Hello.

Oh, thank God
you're a woman, pet.

Don't get us started.

Can you just check a
vehicle for us, please?

Certainly.
- Yeah, just the owner's name.

White Ford Zephyr, Bravo
222 Hotel Uniform Alpha.

Yeah, can you give
us the address as well?

I know the street.

I just don't know
what number it is.

Can you give us that again?

Oh, hello, there.

- Oh, lovely.

Now, the street will think
I'm runnin' a knockin' shop.

No, I'll be quick.

Do you have a Mr. Alan
Salt livin' here or stayin' here?

He owns a white Ford Zephyr.

- Try next door, love.

Place is full of men,
and whores, and all.

One pair of knickers
between them.

His car's actually
registered in Leeds,

but I saw it pulling
up here a few...

This isn't Leeds, though, is it?

If you could just bear with us,
'cause this is quite important.

Not to me, pet.
- Excuse me!

Do you mind
answering my question,

or do you want
us to take you in?

What was the question?

I'm trying to find
a Mr. Alan Salt,

who I saw walkin' down this path

two Thursday nights ago.

I live alone with
me invalid mother,

who I've left in the bath.

There's no man called Salt
or anything else in this house.

Maybe somebody's leading
you up the garden path, dear.

- Who is it?
- It's me; let me in.

You all right?

- Walter's says he's going to
be questioned about a murder.

He says it's trumped
up against him.

- Uh...

Why, John?

- Gem. I...

What, I dump ya,
so you frame Walter?

- No. No no no, no.

I thought you were
better than that.

- Eh, listen, it wasn't
me, Gem. It wasn't.

Oh, God, will you stop
hidin' behind your boss?

You're just a
snivelin' little coward.

You're not half
the man Walter is.

- Gemma, please.

Never come anywhere
near me, ever again

in your pathetic little life.
- No no no, Gem.

Gem.

So this bloke you
think is called Alan Salt

saw you, you think,

stopped walking towards the
brothel, smoked a cigarette,

and then pretended
to walk into the house

next to the knocking shop,

you think?

How come he saw you?

- Well, that was my fault, sir.

I made a... sudden movement.

- What sort of sudden movement?

Well, I...

I punched Sgt Bacchus.

Playfully!

- Brilliant work, there, Rachel.

So you

haven't tracked down a
bloke who didn't visit a brothel.

CID could use men like you.

I have an Alan
Salt already on file.

Six years ago, we did him
for assaultin' a police officer.

He lived in Gateshead,
in those days.

- So you're saying that
there's two blokes called...

Will you listen to us?

The policeman had stopped
him to ask about a serious assault

on a prostitute that
night in Durham.

- Ah.

Right.

Time to pay a visit to
the ladies of the night.

Well done again, Rachel.
- Thank you.

So what are you going to
do after you've nicked me job,

then, Rachel, hmm?

You gonna surgically
remove me balls, are ya?

No, you can keep those
for decorative purposes.

You might run out of fluffy
dice for your car window.

Well, I don't have
any fluffy dice, so.

You don't have
any balls, either.

- Am I doing this

on my own?

No, sir.

- No, no, not you, love.

You've got Tina Hall
coming in, remember?

And don't let her
go 'til I come back.

Ah, never mind.

Perhaps you can get together
and talk about men, eh?

"Oh, bloody men!"

Huh? Cuppa tea, get
your knitting patterns out.

"Ooh, men."
- John!

Behave yourself
with these women.

- Oh, I will, I will.

No, I feel quite sorry
for them, actually.

I mean, they don't do it
'cause they want to, do they?

Sad cases, really.

- Alan Salt?

We know him as "Mr. Smith."

Comes here every other Thursday.

Travels up from Yorkshire

to visit his mother in
an old-people's home.

Usually rings ahead and books.

Not always, mind.

Always asks for the
same companion: Monica.

Is Monica here now?

She's not in any trouble.

I just want to talk to
her about this man.

Is this something to do
with the girl that was found?

Because your officers have
already knocked on my door.

Well, they knocked
on every door, Susan.

Well, Mr. Smith's not your man.

- Why not?

Because he's a sweetheart!

He loves his mam.

So did Hitler.
- Oi.

Do all your customers
wear johnnies, by the way?

- Yes. Of course they do.

Why do ya ask?

Just wonderin'.

So, can we assume that Mr. Smith

is booked in tonight?

- Um...

Not with me.

But he sometimes makes
the arrangement, you know,

direct with Monica.

Where can we find Monica?

She'll still be at work.

- Doing what?

She's a primary school teacher.
- You what?

So best visit her at home, then?

- No. No.

Her husband's always
there. He's unemployed, so.

Best he never knows.

Is that why she has to do it?

- Gets her out the house.

That's what Monica says.

Right.

What kind of sex does Monica
offer a man like Mr. Smith?

Kinky.

Violent?

More... playful, I would say.

Ah, you've got a dungeon here?

- In the basement.

Would you like to
inspect it, Inspector?

I'd be more than happy
to show you the ropes.

Not today, thanks.

Thank you.
- Yeah, well, do come again,

Sergeant. Next
time you're off-duty.

Needn't cost you a penny.

No, thanks.

Don't pay for sex.

Well, you wouldn't be,
that's what I'm sayin'.

Well, that's a very kind
offer, but, no, thank you.

Oh, Susan.

Does Walter use your dungeon?

- Walter...?

Walter Nunn.

I don't get to meet many
Nuns in my line, Inspector.

I'll get somebody on
the street tonight, guv.

If Mr. Smith turns
up, we'll grab him.

She knew we were coming.
You know that, don't ya?

- Oh, yeah.

Walter Nunn warned her,

told her to deny any
knowledge that he's a customer.

You do know that, don't ya?

- Okay, go on.

Well, to hide the filthy sex
that he's been havin' in there.

- Well, unless there's more
to it and he's our murderer.

Guv.
- Yes, I know.

You don't want to believe
that the woman you love

could've married
a rapist/murderer.

Well, Susan's going to be
on the phone to him right now

and we've given him
a perfect cover story

for visitin' a brothel.

I visited the brothel
as part of me inquiries

into a man called Alan Salt.

Well, snap. Great minds.

What's your
interest in this man?

What's yours, sir?

He's a name

in the investigation
of the rape and murder

of a young woman
called Janice Ballard,

but that murder
wasn't known about

when you were at the brothel.

So?

Fact is there have
been slipshod errors

in the investigation
of rapes in this force.

Right?

I blame meself... in part.

So I decided to do
something about it.

I trawled through the
files, threw up Alan Salt,

a man regularly
visitin' the area,

known to frequent prostitutes.

A man with cautions
for curb crawlin'

and a conviction for assault.

- Now, that's a pack
of lies, Inspector.

Your investigation
wasn't slipshod.

You turned a blind eye
to 21 potential rape cases

because, deep down,
you think all women

are asking for it, don't you?

And I'm going to bring
forward evidence of that

and have you charged.

Well, good luck, sir.

Can I go now?

No.

Janice Ballard's
murder took place

less than a mile from the
brothel where you were.

So how long did your

"inquiries" at the
brothel take, Inspector?

Half an hour?

Yeah, I left at about 11:30.

To go?

Home.

- And before you visited the
brothel, where were you then?

Puttin' the kids to bed.

- Was your wife there?

Yes, of course.

Before and after.

And she will corroborate this?

Yes.

- You know,

I don't think I'd believe her.

Are you saying me
wife would tell lies?

You don't know
me wife, Inspector.

Hmm.

Bring her in, would you?

What?

Now, before she comes in,

why don't we just clear this up

and you admit that, for
years, you've used prostitutes

to satisfy your
violent sexual needs

and that that is where you
were between the hours

of 10:00 pm and 2:00 am

on the night that
Janice was murdered?

Gently, Gently.

Why are you doin' this?

It's me career, me marriage.

- If you don't provide me

with a convincing
alibi for those hours,

I will arrest you on suspicion
of the murder of Janice Ballard.

Me wife is me alibi.

Bring her in. She'll tell ya.

I was with Gemma all night.

You seem very confident of her.

We love one another

and neither of us tells lies.

Tina.

Did Insp Nunn persuade
you to drop a rape complaint

that you made two years ago?

- Aye, he didn't
give us much choice.

Rubbish. There was no
evidence against the man.

- But...

This wasn't the first time that
you've met Insp Nunn, is it?

Lies.

- No.

He was a regular
customer of mine.

In fact, he had been
since he was a single man.

- Thank you, Tina.

You gonna take the
word of a poxy tart?

Guv, guv. Hey hey hey hey.

Stop it, stop it.

Guv, stop it.

Did you see that, Constable?

No, sir.

- Well, am I going to
bring your wife in, or what?

I spent all night
at the brothel.

Any witnesses?

Three of them.

Busy boy.

Names.

They're made up.

Well, what did you call 'em?

I called one Iris, one, Colleen;

and there's one,

she calls herself Monica.

Go home, Inspector.

You will be hearing
from me again.

So, it wasn't him

that's done in

that little Scots lass, then?

He's a toerag, but
he's not a murderer.

I just needed

to be sure of that
before I do what I do next.

Sit down.

Tina,

when you were
raped two years ago,

it was a Thursday
night, wasn't it?

Aye.

Was this the man

who raped you that night?

"Call me Mr. Smith," he said.

Yeah.

We've let you down. I'm sorry.

And a few other
women, too, I'm afraid.

I have reason to believe
that he raped and murdered

a young woman two weeks ago

and, on top of that,

I believe that he's
going back again tonight.

Now, I know that you
have absolutely no reason

to help the police,

but we really need
to catch this man.

You okay, Tina?

- Normal night for me,

except for youse lot
scarin' off the trade.

Thank you.

Always happy to
help a policeman.

Right.

Back to work, Tina.

Eerie.

Déjà vú.

- What's the French for "a
complete waste of bloody time"?

He's not going to do
the same again, is he?

- No.

If Tina's right, he's already
done the same again.

- Nah, the bloke's
not the killer.

She'd be dead, wouldn't she?

Loads of blokes call
themselves "Mr. Smith."

Where's Tina?

This is Gently. We've lost Tina.

Look out for a white Zephyr.

We'll do that, sir.

Oh, God, what have I done?

You know, there was
no need to hit us, man.

I was only makin'
conversation with ya.

- You were wasting my time.

Think I'm interested in what
comes out of your mouth?

Where we going?
- Somewhere quiet.

Have I had you before?

No.

What-what's your name?

You can call me Mr. Smith.

Rachel Coles. Go ahead.

Suspect seen headed
toward the river.

Roger that.
- Wasn't your fault, guv.

He's been seen headin'
towards the riverside.

- Right.

Rachel, you go with him.

All units, hold back.

Sir.

We've found the car. It's empty.

Aah! Aah! Aaaaah!

Police!

Put the knife down, Alan.

Alan, put the knife down!

Tina. Tina, you stay still.

Alan, listen to me.

Put the knife down.

That's it. Just
give me the knife.

Eh eh eh eh eh.

Uff! Uhh!

Tina, are you all right?

Just don't leave
us here in the dark.

- No, I won't. I
won't. It's all right.

Aah!

Oi.

- Ohh!

Sir, are you there?

I've got Tina.

Sir, are you there?

Yes, John. I can hear you.

We've got him.

How's Tina?

Hello, Mr. Gently. I'm fine.

I'll live. How about you?

It's good to hear
your voice, Tina.

Yeah, I'll live.