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♪ My daddy ♪

♪ He's a handsome devil ♪

♪ He's got a chain ♪

♪ Five miles long ♪

♪ And on every link ♪

♪ A heart does dangle... ♪

I'm stuck!

Help me. Help me!

I'm stuck!

Help me! Help me!

And in.

And slowly out.

And again, please.

Did I survive
another year, Doctor?

You're as fit as a lop,
as they say up here.

No idea what it means.

Lived here 26 years,

still no idea what
anyone's saying.

Tell me, Chief Inspector,

when does it hurt the most?

First thing in the morning
or last thing at night?

Your phone.

No, I can't
remember either, pet.

I don't miss her
less as time passes.

I just...

Just miss her differently.

How long?

Four years, three
months, two weeks and...

It's the never again,
you know? Never.

Do you talk about
this to anybody?

- No.
- Your sergeant, perhaps?

Oh, yeah, that's a thought.

- Is she identified?
- Who?

- Is the woman identified?
- Which woman?

Which woman do you
think I'm talking about?!

Twiggy? The woman in the car.

Listen, tell them, do not
move that car until I get there,

- is that understood?
- Aye.

And where's Gently? Has anybody
found him? Has he gone fishing?

Huh? I bet he has! I bet he's
gone fishing and not told anyone!

We don't know where he is.

Great, thanks, George. Thanks. I'll
look after the dead woman, shall I?

On my only day off
this month. Thanks, pal!

- Do you believe in dreams?
- Try me.

I've been having the same one
recently, time and time again.

I go back to a house
that I used to live in.

And I meet a woman
on the doorstep.

She's leaving.

And our hands brush.

And she tells me she'll
meet me again later.

- Your wife?
- Can't see her face.

Then I go through the
door, I'm glad to be back...

and then slowly I realize
that everything's different.

All the rooms are different.

Different shapes, different
sizes, different things in them.

Everything's changed.

- And then...
- And then?

Then there's water
coming down the walls

and across the floor,

and I'm drowning.

Helpless and drowning.

Morning, sir.

Good morning, John.

Right, well, I wanted to have
a look before they disturbed it.

Got a girl here with
a bruise on her head.

Could've been unconscious.

Let's hope so.

This was in the car.

- What about the driver?
- Ah, there's no sign of him.

The metal's caved
in by the impact.

And her left foot, it's trapped.

You can see it.

Okay? Right, let's cut her out.

I don't think she
was unconscious.

Well, either way,
he didn't call for help.

Panic maybe, because
he'd nicked the car.

Young man, too much to drink.

Or an older one with
a wife somewhere.

He left her to drown!

She was helpless.

Dead and alone
out here. All night.

I woke up with a complete
stranger next to us this morning.

Some men pay money for that.

Should have seen
the state of her.

It's like waking up next
to somebody's grandma.

Hair was sticking up, and...

Two secs.

Yes?

The Austin A40 is registered
to Hector Blackstone.

- Guv.
- The address is Abberwick Hall.

We got a trace on the vehicle.

Say that again for
Mr. Gently, will you, please?

- Abberwick Hall.
- Registered to Hector Blackstone.

He's the 13th Earl of
Guyzance, don't you know!

- Friend of yours?
- No, no,

but I know his son pretty
well. James Blackstone.

I've nicked him twice

for being drunk in
charge of a vehicle.

- And?
- Mummy and Daddy hired expensive lawyers.

And Mummy and Daddy waved a
magic wand over the charge sheet,

which then magically
disappeared into thin air.

And then Mummy and Daddy got
me reprimanded for victimization. Yes?

Nothing on her,
sir, except this key.

Thank you.

We haven't even got her name.

I bet you 100 quid the
Right Hon James Blackstone

will know her name.

Why don't you go
and ask him? Nicely!

♪ Tell me how you feel ♪

♪ Say how you feel ♪

Are we nearly there?

I mean, how much of England
is one bloke allowed to own?

Do we get to Abberwick
Hall if we keep going?

Did yous come through a big
gate marked Abberwick Hall?

- Aye.
- And have yous turned off the road since?

- You got a cold or something?
- Throat cancer.

You look more intelligent.

- Faint praise.
- Hey, I've got four O-levels, me.

Tell us who wrote this
and I'll tell yous the way.

Oh, look. We don't have time for
double your money, pal, all right?

Who is there that has not
jeered at the House of Lords,

the military caste, the Royal
Family, the public schools,

the hunting and shooting set,

the horrors of a
country society?

- No, I'm sorry, I've no idea.
- Rudyard Kipling.

Kipling was a king and
country imperialist, you clot.

George Orwell.

And Orwell knew something
that gets forgot these days.

The English ruling class
are not as stupid as they look.

Look at the workers
in Paris last night.

Pulling up the pavements and
chucking them at the boss class.

Now look at me,

repairing the boss's fences

to keep his deer out
of his rose gardens.

Makes you think about this
country, doesn't it, bonny lad?

Sorry?

200 yards.

Hang on to your wallets! They'll
have the rings off your fingers!

They've stole England
from the workers!

What the hell
was all that about?

Did you ever meet the
Earl and his good lady?

Oh, no! Goodness,
golly gosh, me? No.

No. I was never
granted an audience.

But if they're anything like
the son, get ready to throw up.

♪ Say how you feel ♪

♪ Tell me how you feel ♪

♪ Say how you feel... ♪

Inspector Gently, Sergeant
Bacchus, I'm so sorry.

I was in the stables,
working on my motorcycles.

Something about a car, I'm told?

Yes, a car registered to you

has been involved
in a fatal accident, sir.

Hector, just call me Hector.

Is your son in at the
minute, there, Hector?

- Fatal to whom?
- A young woman, early 20s, late teens.

Does your son have
a girlfriend, Hector?

- Which car was this?
- Austin A90.

- A40.
- A40.

Farina, blue, registration
number BOJ 174C.

Are you saying that you weren't
even aware that this car was missing?

- Totally.
- Any chance of talking to

your son, Hector, please?

I'm not sure if he's
even here, Sergeant.

My wife may know.

Have you seen my wife, Colin?

She's through there,
sir. Just in there.

Alethea?

Took to the streets in protest.

Ah, there you are!

- These two gentlemen...
- Just give me a second.

This man, Cohn-Bendit, someone
should shoot him, shouldn't they?

Like they did the
German, Red Rudi.

"Be realistic, demand the
impossible." The naivety!

Do they really think
they can overturn

the natural order of things
by throwing a few stones?

De Gaulle's run away, of course.

- Chief Inspector Gently, Sergeant Bacchus.
- Is there a problem?

A fatality. A young woman.

Oh, dear.

We found your husband's
car, Mrs Blackstone...

- I beg your pardon?
- You hard of hearing?

My wife prefers to
be "Your Ladyship".

Well, I wouldn't mind
being Bobby Charlton, but...

Your Ladyship, an Austin
car belonging to your husband

was found five miles away,
upside down in the river,

with a dead girl inside.

Well, then.

Somebody's stolen
one of our cars.

Is it a write-off?

- Don't you care about the dead girl?
- Why should I care about a car thief?

- What if it wasn't stolen?
- What other explanation is there?

- Is your son at home?
- He may be.

It is a large house.

Would you like me to
organize a search party?

- Was he here last night?
- We had supper together.

Hector was at one of his...

musical self-flagellation
evenings in the village.

Musical what, sorry?

My husband likes the music

of downtrodden workers.

Fiddles and squeezeboxes,

starving children,
wicked mine owners,

tragic underground explosions.

Singers with their
fingers in their ears.

- That sort of thing.
- So you stayed in with your son?

Mm-hm. James and I sat talking

and playing backgammon.

I kissed him good
night at 1:00 am.

And you haven't
seen him this morning?

I'm his mother, not his maid.

Could you go and
find your son? Now.

What sort of school
did you go to, Sergeant?

- One with an outside lav.
- And did they teach you the word "please"?

Please.

Thank you.

When did you last
use your car, sir?

It was the Austin, you say?

How many cars you got?

Well, there are seven or
eight dotted around the estate,

all registered to my name
for insurance purposes,

- but intended for common use.
- Austin A40 Farina.

Blue. Registration number...

No idea when I last drove it.

I tend to avoid cars if at all
possible. Prefer my motorcycles.

So you don't know
who the girl was, then?

No, no, not yet.

You say various people
had access to this car?

It's a very large estate.

Who keeps the ignition keys?

Actually, they're usually
just kept in the cars.

Right. Well, I'm going to need
a list of all the employees, then.

- Of course. Right.
- More money than sense.

My wife has misremembered
one thing, Inspector.

James did in fact come
down to the village last night

to hear the music.

He then had a late supper
with his mother on his return.

- But not you?
- No, I went straight to my rooms.

Your wife's a very
forceful woman.

Alethea's my second wife,
hence the discrepancy in our ages.

My first wife died 30 years ago.

Bonny. That was her name.

Though, in fact,
she was very bonny.

An incurable disease.

Do you still miss her?

Miss her? Well, that would
be disloyal, wouldn't it?

Guv!

- Guv!
- Excuse me.

You found him, then.

Ah! Of course. It would be you.

Oh, um...

- Bacchus.
- Sergeant Bacchus.

Yes, of course. How
splendid to see you again.

Oh. That's a nasty cut you've
got there, Your Highness.

- Did you get that playing backgammon?
- Sergeant.

I actually don't mind what
he calls me, Chief Inspector.

Well, I do. So now, then, how
did you come by that injury?

I fell into the French
windows and broke a pane.

Can anybody corroborate that?

I can. If you're actually
doubting my son's word.

So how did you come to
walk into a pane of glass?

Um... Brandy.

- When was this, exactly?
- I can't exactly remember.

Can't remember?
A whack like that?

- Of course he can remember.
- I'm not asking you, I'm asking him.

It was just after supper.

- Yes. It was... just after supper.
- Just after supper. Yeah.

I think I'd like you to come
down to headquarters.

Are you harassing my son again?

No, I'm asking him to
come down to headquarters.

Are you arresting my son?

No, but if he doesn't come
voluntarily, I will arrest him.

A lawyer will be
present at all times.

You don't need a lawyer. He's
not being charged with anything.

Our solicitor will be
present at all times.

- Hector, get on the phone.
- Come on.

Mr. Gently, you had
better be so careful.

You know, this could
go very badly for you.

Do you know what makes
me laugh, Your Battleship?

Your career prospects?

After all your greed and all
your wealth and all your privileges

and it's all been shown up,

and the whole country is laughing
at you for wearing tweed underwear

and shooting furry animals and
going, "Oh, yah, yah, Gertrude",

you still think you should be
running the country, don't you?

You know, when I first met
you, I took you as one of those

angry young men with
a chip on his shoulder.

But now I see you're
actually quite well balanced.

You have a chip on
both your shoulders.

Ooh. You're for the knacker's
yard, Mrs. Blacksmith.

Sergeant!

Tell me, Sergeant, who
does run the country?

Grammar school
boys like Mr. Wilson?

Clever little men
like David Frost?

The boilermakers' union?
The Marxists at the BBC?

The Royal Shakespeare
Homo Company?

Okay, you're the expert on the
Right Hon James Blackstone.

Let's have it.

He's 24. He's just resigned his
commission in the Coldstream Guards,

which was Hector's regiment.

Studied at Marlborough
public school,

then went on to St.
Edmund Hall, Oxford.

Apparently, that's where the
thick ones with money get in.

- Says who?
- I asked a friend of mine.

Good work, Sergeant. How
many O-levels did you say you got?

General science, biology, German
and technical drawing, okay?

- Fully rounded human being!
- Look, are we discussing me or him?

Sorry, go on, carry on.

Right. Continuing
the military theme,

he got made General
of the Bullingdon Club.

Their main activity is getting
plastered, smashing restaurants up,

throwing loads of
money on the floor

and then leaving with stupid,
smug grins on their faces.

Now about to take up a
position... "Take up a position"...

that's known to the rest
of us as "getting a job"...

in the City, at Lloyd's, where
he'll no doubt sit on his backside

until it's time to
shoot pheasants

or murder young
women in car crashes.

One of the two.

I don't think James'll be
sitting on his backside.

Not with a mother like that.

- Sir?
- Busy!

Bob Anderton's
ready for you, sir.

Unknown female,
approximately 20 years of age.

No distinguishing
marks or features,

except the fingers
are cut and scratched.

Death was by drowning.

What about this
bruise on her head?

Consistent with the
crash, but a glancing blow.

I doubt whether she lost
consciousness. Sexually active.

- Recent?
- I'd say fairly recent.

The fingernails on the left hand
are much more worn than the right.

Presumably she was scrabbling
at the door with that hand.

Or because she
plays the violin, yes?

Anything else I should
know at this point, Bob?

Yes. The blood sample
on the metal frame,

driver's side...

- Oh, aye?
- Yeah.

It's a pretty rare type,
actually. Might help you.

A2B positive.

After all night in the river?

Apparently the car
was at a slight angle.

Not all the frame was submerged.

I see.

Okay, well, I think
we're done here, thanks.

Did James Blackstone
have a rare blood group?

Oh, I can't remember. Why
don't we go and ask him?

I'll ask the questions.
You take a back seat.

Sir. Assistant Chief Constable's
waiting for you in your office.

Ah!

Your questioning of His
Lordship will take place here,

with Mrs. Acklington
in attendance.

I'll remain but
will play no part.

Oh, I think you
already have, sir.

This is not for discussion,
Chief Inspector.

It's a necessary
precaution, given the history.

How would you like
me to address you?

"James" is fine.

Very well. James.

May I ask you once again how
you came by that cut on your head?

You don't have to answer that.

Well, he's already
told us, in fact,

that he fell into
a window frame,

whilst under the
influence of alcohol.

Would he care to
elaborate on that?

Were the French windows
open or closed, for instance?

They were open.

I was talking to my mother.
Not paying attention properly.

Why were they open?

That's what French
windows are for.

Quite.

So, were you on the
inside or on the outside?

We were outside.

- Just the two of you?
- Yes.

No one else to distract you?

No, I was drunk.

Yeah, you were
drinking with your father.

At a musical
event in the village.

Although Her Ladyship
had previously told me

that you were at home having
supper and playing backgammon.

So, which is true?

The countess isn't here
to answer questions.

The question is for James.

They're both true.

James and his father
came back about 11:00.

So why did you first tell me...

The countess isn't here
to answer questions.

Well, she has no problems
answering for her son, I notice!

James, we have a car
upside down in a shallow river,

and a young girl dead.

Do you know what
happened to her last night?

The Chief Inspector must
ask specific questions,

not go on a fishing trip.

- Agreed.
- I'm asking James what he knows

about a young girl whose life ended
in the early hours of this morning.

Trapped, frightened and
helpless in a metal tomb,

waiting for the cold river water
to enter her lungs and drown her.

Just a name would help.

A little bit of dignity for her?

I think I might know her.

Put a stop to this.

James, there's absolutely
no obligation to...

Why might you know her, James?

Just, um...

I just if... If she's local,
I might recognize her.

Certainly. Would
you like to see her?

She's here, just
down the corridor.

Yes, I would. Very much.

Stop this. James, I forbid this!

I strongly object
to this procedure.

Mr. Blackstone has very kindly
agreed to assist in identifying the body.

This way, James.

You said you could
control this man!

Come on.

James?

Ellen.

Her name is Ellen.

No, no, no. You can't touch her.

You can never touch her again.

- Never?
- No, never.

Were you driving the car, James?

James, were you driving the car?

Your son's waiting
for you in reception.

What did he tell you?

Just the dead girl's
name. Nothing more.

Aren't you curious
to know what it is?

- Yes, of course.
- Ellen Mallam.

Oh, well, that begins
to make sense.

Her father works for us.

Oh. Does he have
access to the car?

He's free to use it any time.

Gosh. What a run
of bad luck he's had.

He lost his wife,
lost his job at the pit,

throat cancer, now this.

- Throat cancer?
- Mm-hm.

Yous want to buy
a compass, you two.

Straight past the House
of Lords stable block.

Go quiet, 'cause they're
fast asleep in the afternoons.

Turn right at the
Profumo swimming pool,

over the bridge at the
Christine Keeler goldfish pond...

Billy Mallam?

Aye.

I went over the water to
see Ellen Wilkinson speak

the day the Jarrow
March set out.

The Fiery Spark,
they called her.

You know, she had
that thing about her.

You moved towards her, you know?

And I thought to myself...

And I hadn't even
met her mother yet...

If I ever have a girl
child, I'll call her Ellen.

And my Ellen had
that fiery spark, an' all.

♪ A holiday, a holy day ♪

♪ The first one of the year ♪

♪ Lord Arlen's wife
came into church ♪

♪ The gospel for to hear ♪

♪ And when the
meeting, it was done ♪

♪ She cast her eyes about ♪

♪ And there she saw
little Matty Groves ♪

♪ Walking in the crowd ♪

♪ Come home with
me little Matty Groves ♪

♪ Come home with me tonight... ♪

This was last night, in the
Miners' Welfare in your village?

Aye.

I'm going to need the names
of the other band members.

It was whoever was
free. Except Anthony.

♪ You are Lord Arlen's wife... ♪

Anthony always played.

- Anthony?
- Anthony Baugh.

How can I find him?

Well he's here,
usually. In the library.

Writing some kind of book.

Weren't you concerned when
Ellen didn't come home last night?

Well, nah.

Cos she told us she was getting
the bus out of Newcastle, for London.

Bus leaves at three
o'clock in the morning.

Her bags were packed,
sitting on the floor.

She was going to slip in later,

pick them up after
I'd gone to bed.

They were still
there this morning.

So was her bus ticket.

Did she have a
boyfriend up here?

No, no.

How long has she been
home from London?

- Three or four days.
- She was a student, yeah?

At the Royal College of Music.

From a bairn, Mr. Bacchus,

she could pick up any
instrument and play it.

Never knew where
she got that from.

Not me or her mam.

What a voice.

She made the angels weep.

♪ Little Matty Groves, he laid
down and took a little sleep ♪

♪ When he awoke Lord
Arlen was standing at his feet ♪

♪ Saying, how do you
like my featherbed? ♪

♪ How do you like my sheets? ♪

♪ How do you like my lady ♪

♪ Who lies in your
arms asleep? ♪

♪ It's well I like
your featherbed ♪

♪ And well I like your sheets ♪

♪ But better I like
your lady gay ♪

♪ Who lies in my arms asleep ♪

♪ Well, get up, get
up! Lord Arlen cried ♪

♪ Get up as quick as you can ♪

♪ It'll never be said
in fair England ♪

♪ I slew a naked man... ♪

Who was in the audience?

People from the village.
Farms round about.

People from the hall.

Who from the hall?

Well, Hector.

He always came when Ellen sang.

So Hector had known
Ellen all her life?

Always used to tell her she
was beautiful, you know?

Give her presents on
her birthday, and that.

She'd give him that
big smile, and say,

"Hector, give all the land and money
you've pinched back to the workers

and I'll have a dirty
weekend with you."

Oh, she made me blush sometimes.

She reminded him
of his first wife, I think.

Okay, yeah. So,
Hector was there.

- Why was James there?
- I don't know.

But I do know he never took
his eyes off Ellen all night.

♪ And then Lord
Arlen he took his wife ♪

♪ And he sat her on his knee ♪

♪ Saying, who do you like the
best of us, Matty Groves or me? ♪

♪ And then up spoke
his own dear wife ♪

♪ Never known to speak so free ♪

♪ I'd rather kiss dead Matty's
lips than you and your finery! ♪

♪ And then Lord
Arlen, he stood up ♪

♪ And loudly he did bawl ♪

♪ He struck his wife
right through the heart ♪

♪ And pinned her
against the wall ♪

♪ A grave, a grave,
Lord Arlen cried ♪

♪ To put these lovers in ♪

♪ But bury my lady at the
top for she was of noble kin ♪

She had your politics?

She believed in
justice and fair shares.

Thank you. You've been
listening to The Fiery Spark.

Please give generously to the
Vietnam Solidarity Campaign.

Support the people of Vietnam.

Victory to the Viet Cong!

America out!

One last time, Ellen Mallam!

If you want to hear her do one
more, you better let her know.

- Thank you.
- Beautiful, darling, beautiful.

Very kind. Thank you. Thank
you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Did James have a gash
on his head, Mr. Mallam?

- A gash?
- Aye.

- No, why?
- Sure?

Has he got one now, like?

He says he walked
into the French windows.

He's done this before, you know?

Crashed cars and
got away with it.

Can you think of any reason
why Ellen would be in a car

with James Blackstone
late last night?

They were talking,
after the concert.

What were they talking about?

They were too far away.

I just remember thinking,

"There he goes again,
drunk behind the wheel."

Well, her coach was at 3:00 am.

Could he have been
offering to come back later

and give her a lift to the
coach station in Newcastle?

She did say she had a lift.

- With James?
- Well, I assumed Anthony.

Anthony?

Oh, Anthony Baugh, the
guitarist that's writing a book?

Why did you assume that?

'Cause that's what usually
happened. They were close.

- They grew up together.
- Has he got a car?

No, he uses the
ones off the estate.

So, if he thought he might

be needing a car
last night, he...

So sorry, Inspector.

Billy, this is appalling.

This is appalling!

I'm sorry, I just wanted...

It's all right, we'd
finished anyway.

We want to speak
to Anthony Baugh.

I'm afraid he's not here today.

Could he have borrowed
the Austin yesterday?

Yes, of course. He
frequently takes a car.

We need to find out who
left her to drown, Hector.

Yes. Mr. Gently will, I'm sure.

- Whoever it is, Hector.
- Yes, of course.

Whoever.

I'm so sorry.

- He won't hesitate.
- To do what?

Pull whatever strings it
takes to save his son's neck.

Well, aye, he's going to
be Prime Minister one day,

we keep getting told,
whereas a young lass like Ellen,

who had more
brains and more heart

in her little finger
than he'll ever have,

her life can be
snuffed out like that.

He's killed her, hasn't he?

The only one who
had any time for him,

and he's killed her.

Why is he not locked up?

Hall here. Village here.

A1 to Newcastle and
the coach station here.

River winds round this way.
Death occurs here at the bridge.

- Is there a point to this?
- She had a ticket to London.

Her father told us she left her
luggage in the middle of the floor,

so presumably whoever was
driving her went back to pick it up.

The rest of her band
had gone home in the van.

Guv, me brain's gone.
We'll talk about this tomorrow.

You've got nothing to say to me?

- What about?
- Okay.

Let me just tell you one of
the vast array of things wrong

with planting false evidence.

Whoa. Whoa there,
Nelly. False evidence?

Yeah, the blood smear.

James Blackstone
is A2B, I take it?

Come on, you must know from
all the times you tried to nick him.

- So?
- So, a smear of it turns up

conveniently on the car frame.

That blood sample
never even existed, did it?

Guv, he's got a three-inch
gash on his head!

He's got previous for
drinking and driving!

They tried to stop us
putting him away twice before

and now, guess what,
he's killed somebody,

and you're trying to
stop us a third time?!

No, I'm trying to stop
you from perjuring yourself

and ruining Bob
Anderton's career!

He's got a wife and four
kids depending on his salary,

and you are asking
him to risk all of that

because you are sure
you've got the right man,

you just haven't got
the evidence to prove it!

Blokes your age, you can't
help yourselves, can you?

- What?!
- "This bloke here, he was in the Army,

"he must be a good bloke.

"This bloke here,
he's got a posh accent,

he couldn't possibly
tell a pack of lies!"

How many times have
these people got a free pass

just because they won the pools
on the day that they were born?

Is that what you think of me?

Somebody who knows his place?

These people have been
farting in our faces for centuries

and now we don't
have to take it anymore,

and here is my guv'nor

calling this stuck up
cow "Your Ladyship".

And that excuses you from
inventing evidence against her son?

A, I'm doing nothing of
the kind. You're imagining it.

B, he's guilty.

And C, do you think these
people got all their land,

all their titles,
all their wealth

by sticking to the rules?

Go home.

- Guv...
- Go home.

You disappoint me, John.

♪ We had it all ♪

♪ Every moment
was painted in gold ♪

♪ We were made ♪

♪ And the world was ours ♪

♪ Untouchable souls ♪

♪ Living life on the
edge no regrets ♪

♪ No control ♪

♪ Dying oh, so young ♪

♪ Nothing is real ♪

♪ Nothing to fear ♪

♪ Just burn like a flame ♪

♪ And go out ♪

♪ Oh, where did
it all go wrong? ♪

♪ Didn't we have it all? ♪

♪ Now it's all gone ♪

♪ Oh, it was the perfect dream ♪

♪ Nothing we could've been ♪

♪ But it's all over now ♪

♪ Look at us now ♪

♪ What a waste what a crime ♪

♪ How could we fall so far ♪

♪ 'Cause the world was ours ♪

♪ Can hold us together no more ♪

♪ Now it's all come
crashing down ♪

♪ Oh, it was a perfect dream ♪

♪ Nothing we couldn't be ♪

♪ But it's all over ♪

♪ Now ♪

This wouldn't have happened
if we'd arrested him yesterday.

Four O-levels and
20/20 hindsight!

What business is this of theirs?

How's your son?

They don't really know yet.
Would you like a cup of tea?

- No, thank you.
- I wouldn't mind, actually.

Anthony? And a tea
for Sergeant Bacchus.

Anthony Baugh.

Yeah, you find out all you
can. I'll take him outside.

So, Alethea found
James with his throat cut?

- Yes.
- Did he manage to say anything?

Presumably not,
with his throat cut.

Were you at the hall last night?

At night? Of course not.

How come you learned
about James so quickly?

The countess
telephoned. She was...

very upset. I came over.

You think he tried
to kill himself?

James was... Is...

Probably the most unhappy
human being I've ever met.

And one of the least likeable.

What makes him unhappy?

I'm not a psychiatrist.

What makes him unlikeable?

Proximity to him.

Where do you fit in at
Abberwick Hall, Anthony?

The ruling class of England
went mad about ten years ago,

shortly after Suez,
didn't you notice?

I'm writing a book about it.

Through A Class Darkly,
The Decline Of The Old Order.

Think it'll sell?

Is that your son's blood?

Why doesn't he make
them open the kitchen?

Is there really not a
woman here to boil a kettle?

What happened to your son?

He used be a soldier.

They play with death.

- They're reckless.
- I'm sorry.

You're saying that James
accidentally cut his own throat?

He really is quite
unbelievable, isn't he?

Darling? Do you
have any shrapnel?

My husband was conceived

upon a flannel.

I beg your pardon?

His mother, my predecessor,
as the Countess of Guyzance

was a notorious "horizontale".

Sorry, I...?

Rarely in the vertical plane.

Oh, right.

Why am I telling you this?

Because sometimes,

we just need to talk, don't you?

My parents owned the village shop.
James and I were at school together.

- You went to public school?
- Yep.

Thrifty shopkeepers.

Yes. But not that thrifty.

Hector paid for my education.

And, no, I'm not his illegitimate
offspring, it was pure philanthropy.

Hector does a lot
of good in this world.

All he asks in return is that
you try and do the same.

- And will you?
- I'd like to go into politics.

As James is meant to.

Except he's got a mother who
controls the local Tory Party

- and decides who the MP will be.
- Lucky boy, eh?

But if James was no
longer a candidate...?

Oh, crikey. Am I a suspect?

Tell me why you shouldn't be.

- What's your name?
- John.

Well, John. She
slept with everybody.

Except Hector's father,
whom she couldn't abide.

You won't say a word of this
to anyone, will you? Promise?

I promise.

So there came a point

where they hadn't had
"conjugale" for six years,

at which point the old bird
announces she's pregnant.

Well, even Hector's father,

who was given dinners
at Eton for his imbecility,

even he could do
simple arithmetic.

So he sued her for
adultery in the High Court

and tried to have Hector
declared a bastard.

- What happened?
- Oh, he lost his case, obviously.

- Can I get you anything, you chaps?
- Oh, no, no, no.

- Are you sure?
- Well...

how did the, um,

the "old bird" get away with it?

She simply told the judge
the facts of the matter.

- Which were...?
- That because he wasn't getting any sex,

Hector's father was in the
habit of relieving himself

on a flannel in her bathroom.

One night in her bath,

she used the flannel to
wash herself down there,

thus impregnating
herself with his sperm.

And the judge believed that?

Of course he believed
her. Her father was a duke.

So who is Hector's real father?

Probably some horny-handed
son of toil from the local coal mine.

That would explain
a lot about Hector.

Tea at last!

Getting to know each other?

Is there a Mr. And
Mrs. Guyzance here?

A friend of yours has just
lost her life in a car crash,

somebody that you were
close to, according to her father.

- Were you?
- Mm.

So why weren't
you driving the car?

'Cause Billy...

Billy assumed that you
would be giving her a lift

to the coach station.
Why didn't you?

She wasn't going
to the coach station.

James was driving
them both to London.

- How do you know this?
- She told me.

How close were you, Anthony?

Did you love Ellen, Anthony?

All my life.

Guv?

He lost too much blood.

They couldn't bring him back.

I'm very sorry.

What can you tell me
about what happened?

Very little.

I heard my wife's screams,
I went to the window,

I saw the scene

and I immediately
phoned for help.

When I got outside,

there was blood everywhere.

James was barely alive.

We tried to bandage his neck.

He was drowning
in his own blood.

The ambulance took an age.

And you saw no-one else?

Such as who?

Anthony Baugh, for instance?

No, of course not.

And the previous evening, the
night that Ellen met her death,

was he at the hall then?

Why would he be
there in the evening?

Hector, I'm sorry, too.

The silver dagger that
was found beside James?

It's a letter opener.

- Was it familiar to you?
- It was my wife's.

- Oh.
- A gift from James

on her 40th birthday.

There's an inscription on it:
"To Mummy, from James".

It normally lives on a
desk in the day room.

Do you think that your son

could have ended
his own life with it?

Yes. I do.

Why would he do that?

I don't know.

And yesterday evening, were
the three of you at home together?

Yes. I myself went
out for a while.

To go where?

I went to Billy Mallam's
house to share a drink with him,

but he slammed the door on me.

There was real
hatred in his eyes.

I fear he may have been
led to the wrong conclusion

about his daughter's death.

I think your son
killed himself last night

because he felt responsible

for the death of Ellen Mallam.

Why do you keep pointing your
finger at other people, I wonder?

Confucius had a
saying, Sergeant:

"When a wise man
points at the stars,

only a fool stares
at his finger".

Darling.

- Are we letting Anthony go?
- Yeah. For now.

- These people are weird.
- Yeah.

Better question Billy Mallam.

Oh, right. Yeah.

Billy Mallam has now gone
to the hall, has he, huh?

To open James Blackstone's
throat with a silver dagger

that belonged to Alethea, huh?

And because of me, apparently.
Are you taking this rubbish seriously?

I have to.

What, because an
earl says that it's true?

- Oh, well, then it must be!
- You...

You as good as told Billy Mallam
that James was driving the car!

It's a smoke screen, guv!

The truth... The truth has
just walked out that door!

Listen, you don't have to be
there. I'll question him on my own.

No, no! I'll do
it, sir. I'll do it!

It's all my fault,
apparently, so I'll do it!

That's for slitting
envelopes, not throats.

There's easier ways than
that of killing a man, bonny lad.

- Such as?
- A shotgun.

Yeah, but...

You wanted poetic
justice, though, didn't you?

For your beautiful,
artistic daughter?

Cut the killer's throat with a
knife inscribed to his mammy.

What's sweeter than that?

Having Ellen alive

would be sweeter
than that, bonny lad.

Yeah, but she's not
alive, though, is she?

You're never going to
see her again, Billy. Never.

You had hate in your
heart last night, Billy.

- Says who?
- Who came knocking at your door?

Hector put yous up to this?

James Blackstone
left Ellen to drown.

James Blackstone
drowned in his own blood.

Nobody, nobody on Earth,

would blame you
for that, Billy. Nobody.

Did you leave the house
after Hector came to see you?

Where did you go to, Billy?

The river.

I went to the river.

To see where my
bairn lost her life.

Thinking I might
die in the same spot.

I couldn't kill
myself last night.

This was not simple cowardice.

At age 19,

I spent six days
trapped by a rock fall,

underground on me own,

so I've met despair before.

Wrapped tight round
my throat in the dark.

But I survived it.

As I will the loss of Ellen.

As I have everything else.

Anthony Baugh
says James and Ellen

were leaving for
London together.

Knows it for a fact, he says.

He only knows
one thing for a fact,

that Anthony Baugh will one day

be atop of the greasy pole.

I've watched that lad grow up.

He believes in
nothing except himself.

Aye, all the same,

why would he make it up? Huh?

I mean, you said it
yourself, didn't you?

James held onto her hand,

she kissed him.

That's a funny thing for a fiery
working-class lass to be doing.

Standing necking on the street

with a bloke whose mum's
posher than the Queen.

Billy...

the post-mortem tells us

that Ellen had sex with somebody
in the days before she died.

Did yous have to tell us that?

Could it have been James?

- Never in a million year.
- Anthony?

I think they used to,
but that was years ago.

Well, thank you very
much, Mr. Mallam.

I'll arrange for a squad
car to take you home.

When the undertakers
have done their work,

people can come
and pay their respects.

He was so,

so very loved, my son.

England has lost
a future leader.

Have you ever lost anyone
you were really close to, George?

Of course you have.

We're the generation, aren't we?

I lost my father

and my brother in the war.

In the same week.

I lost some comrades. Anzio.

Sicily before that.

I also lost my wife
a few years ago.

I'm so sorry.

It's been very much
on my mind recently.

I can't quite work out why.

It's because you're a
sensitive man, George.

But life will be good again.

Life always works
out well in the end

for good men like you.

- Your Ladyship...
- Why don't you call me Alethea?

Hmm? When no one else is around.

I think I'll call you Your
Ladyship, if it's all the same to you.

The night Ellen died...

Back to that again, are we?

Anthony Baugh says James and Ellen
were going away to London together.

Gosh!

Hasn't he a lot to say for the
son of village shopkeepers?

- Can I help you in some way?
- Yeah.

Sometime before she died,
somebody shagged Ellen. Any idea who?

You really are something.

An easier one, then:

was it you or was it James?

Body's hardly cold, Sergeant.

I'm sorry.

If you want coppers
with good taste,

then mebbies they should
send us all to public school.

Could learn how
to cane each other.

I just went to the local grammar,
me, so I never really got into bondage.

This is an amazing, kind,

beautiful, talented human being

who's lost her life in
tragic circumstances.

The fact that you
think it's funny,

the fact that you think she's to
be mocked, does you no credit.

And, actually, maybe that is

something to do
with your education.

Oh, where did I go wrong?

Let me tell you what
I'm thinking, Ant.

I'm thinking this:
there's you sent to school

to learn how to parrot
the upper classes, right?

But it'll always be
all right, won't it?

Because there's Ellen,
childhood sweetheart,

the Fiery Spark,

Red Ellen.

And as long as
she still loves you,

then you haven't turned
into a complete toady.

And then one day: disaster.

Right?

She thinks to herself, "Why am I
wasting my time dropping my knickers

for a pretend upper-class twit
when I can have a proper one?"

Eh?

James never took his
eyes off her at that concert.

That must have
made you angry, did it?

Then he leaves her
to drown in a river.

You expect me to believe
that you spent all last night

playing draughts with your
mam and dad up in Seahouses?

- Ask them.
- I have.

"Ah, yeah, no, he was
here the whole time, honest."

What are mums and dads for?

What was James's
relationship with Ellen Mallam?

"Relationship"?

James was a man
of action. A soldier.

They're allowed
to sow wild oats.

Well, village girls,

sometimes get the wrong idea.

She laid herself down for him

and then expected
a wedding ring.

So she threw herself at him?

She ensnared him with sex.

This proud working-class girl,

named after a famous
working-class heroine,

expected a life with your son?

And isn't that just typical
of the working classes?

Once they smell
money and opportunity.

They envy wealth,
success, brilliance,

all the things that
James had in spades.

- Exactly.
- So why did he kill himself?

He didn't kill himself.

Your husband
says it was suicide.

How would he know?

- He wasn't there.
- Nor were you.

Exactly. Nobody was.

So nobody can say
that James killed himself.

Mm. Anthony Baugh says so, too.

Well, God damn Anthony Baugh.

He would say that, wouldn't he?

Why?

Because he hated my son.

Hated and envied him.

Because you can give
a boy an education,

but you can't give him breeding.

But Anthony's
family, really, isn't he?

James is home, my dear.

Would you excuse us now, please?

One more question.

Did Ellen visit you
the night she died?

What an absurd idea.

Were you here at the club the
night Ellen Mallam was playing?

I wouldn't miss it.

So you knew Ellen, I assume?

Watched her grow
up. Lovely lass.

Breaks your heart, you know?

Was there anything
different about her that night?

Anything unusual happen?

Well, she was never
usually short of a lift.

Sorry?

Turns the lights out,
locks the place up,

she was out here,
sitting here on her own.

What did she say?

Just her lift never turned up.

Did she say who the lift was?

No. She just said,

"I don't care, I'll walk."

Like, determined, you know?

If I don't see you through the
week, I'll see you through the window.

And she gives us this
big smacker on the lips.

She was happy.

Heading which way?

That way.

Towards Abberwick Hall?

It's a simple enough
question, Tone:

was it you or was it James who
shagged her shortly before she died?

- Well, it wasn't me, no.
- Oh, dear.

The thought of her and James
would have hurt, wouldn't it?

But it wasn't James
either, was it?

I nicked him twice before for
being drunk behind the wheel.

Both times he was with a lad.

Different lads, but never
any sign of any lasses.

And Billy? He just laughed
at the idea of her and James.

James was queer.
Everybody knew that.

Except one person, of course.

Four prancing horses
will draw your carriage.

You will be engraved in marble.

Earls and dukes will attend you.

And men and women everywhere

will weep

for their fallen hero.

Ellen gave him hope.

For the first and only time in
his stupid life, he had hope.

- How'd she do that?
- By singing to him.

A song called "Silver Dagger".

- Silver Dagger?
- It was the last song she ever sang.

It's about a mother who
won't let go of her son.

One more, then. This is
for mothers everywhere.

♪ Don't sing love songs ♪

♪ You'll wake your mother ♪

♪ She's laying there ♪

♪ Right by your side ♪

♪ And in her right hand ♪

♪ A silver dagger ♪

♪ She says that I ♪

♪ Can't be your bride ♪

♪ All maids are false ♪

♪ Says your mother ♪

♪ They'll tell you wicked ♪

♪ Winning lies ♪

♪ And the very next evening ♪

♪ They'll love another ♪

♪ Leave you alone ♪

♪ To pine and cry ♪

♪ Go find yourself ♪

♪ A rich young maiden ♪

♪ And hope that she ♪

♪ Will be your wife ♪

♪ For I've been warned ♪

♪ And I've decided ♪

♪ To live alone ♪

♪ All of my life... ♪

So what were your
movements after the concert?

Packed up the instruments,
offered Ellen a lift,

but she declined
because she was...

Carry on.

She was waiting for James
to come back and pick her up,

- which obviously he did.
- Why do you say that?

Come on. We all know
who was driving the car.

But it wasn't James's car that
crashed. It was an old Austin.

Well, then that's the car
he was driving that night.

No, no. James was in
his Volvo P1800 earlier

outside the Miners' Welfare.

Well, then, for some reason he
must've come back for her in the Austin.

Why?

What car were you
driving, Anthony?

Just one of the Abberwick
cars. I don't remember which.

Don't you?

Ellen walked to the hall.

I have an eye witness.

Five miles on her
own in the dark.

It is now nearly
one in the morning

and Ellen will soon get into the
car that will crash and drown her.

Where were you?

I was at home.

Stop wasting our time.

You were about to get a
big surprise, weren't you?

Not to mention the countess.

Oh.

Is that why he paid for you to go
to that posh school is it, Anthony?

So his wife could have a
bit of well-spoken rough?

Or is this your way of
saying, "Thank you, Hector"?

I was with Alethea
when Ellen arrived.

Doing what, exactly?

How's the uprising
going, village boy?

Oh, it's... It's coming along.

Give me some of that.

Good. Because I'm ready.

Resembles a battlefield
after an uprising on a scale

unequalled in the
postwar period...

That'll be you one day, my lady.

Your house will
burn, baby, burn.

Oh, really?

I'm so scared.

The working classes on the rise.

At last seeing through all our
ruses to keep them enslaved.

Oh, Lord, what
shall become of me?

You'll be up against a wall.

Oh, will I? Up against a wall...

And where will
you be, village boy?

I'll be standing right behind
you with my gun in my...

Shh.

- This girl is insane!
- She's come to collect James, Alethea.

He wants to go
to London with her.

Wants to drop out.
Find his own space.

The police can deal with this.

Tell her she has ten
minutes to get off my property!

I can't talk to her!

Oh, she still doesn't know?

Well, I think

that it's about
time that she did!

Alethea, why not just
let him go with her?

He isn't what you think he
is. He isn't clever enough.

Oh, and you are, I suppose?

Don't get ideas above your station,
Anthony. Your parents ran a shop!

He's weak, Alethea.
And not very bright.

Have you ever met any
Government ministers?

I wrote his essays all
through school and Oxford.

And were amply rewarded!

Can't you see what
you've turned him into?

He's a vain, lazy, stupid...

♪ And I've decided ♪

♪ To live alone all of... ♪

Anthony?

Oh, Anthony...

I always worried you
might sell your granny

- but I never thought you'd shag her!
- Make her shut up!

You are a total nightmare, Mrs.
Guyzance, do you know that?

Does Hector know?

Well...

Good luck.

Get rid of her.

I'll take you to the
coach station, Ellen.

No, thanks. I've got a lift.

But she did get in
that car. Who with?

I don't know. I
went back upstairs.

That was the last
I ever saw of Ellen.

Stay here. Don't
talk to anybody.

I call them my steeds.
They're like old friends, really.

Ellen Mallam came
here the night she died.

You've been lying to us.

Isn't that against
the rules for barons?

Yes, she was here.

Were you expecting her?

I thought I was dreaming.

Shall I tell you something,
Chief Inspector?

If I'd been 40 years younger,
I wouldn't have hesitated.

I would have run
off with her myself.

You knew why she'd come, then?

To rescue James.

♪ Right by your side ♪

♪ And in her right hand ♪

♪ A silver dagger ♪

♪ She says that I... ♪

James wasn't at all
what he appeared to be.

He was a frightened
young man, really.

Desperately unsure of
what he wanted of life.

Desperately unsure
he could deliver

what life seemed
to be asking of him.

What life was asking
of him? Or his mother?

Where was she while
all this was happening?

- You'll have to ask her that.
- Oh, no, I'm asking you.

- No, no.
- What?

We spoke to Anthony Baugh.

We know where your wife was.

Where is your wife now, please?

Asleep. Exhausted.

Somebody's responsible
for the death of Ellen Mallam,

and I think she knows who,

so could you go and tell your
wife "wakey, wakey", now, please?

All right.

You do it your way,
I'll do it mine, all right?

I'm sick to the back teeth

of these toffee-nosed
hypocrites.

All right. We'll do it your way.

Right.

Ellen Mallam walked here
at 1:00 am the night she died.

According to your husband,
she came here to talk to James.

You were in your bedroom.

With him.

Oh, aye, he's given
us all the gory details.

So, what happened next, when Ellen
tried to take your son away from you?

Go back to bed.

Come with me. It's not as
hard as you think, James.

Go inside, James.

There's an amazing world
out here, beautiful man.

You'll find different friends,
do different things. I promise.

I'll help you.

Just forget about me, Ellen.

No, I won't just
forget about you.

The police will be
here shortly, my dear,

so I suggest that you
pack up your fiddle

and clear off back
where you belong.

Let him choose his
own life, Alethea.

He has chosen.

Haven't you, James?

Get back in the house.

Now!

For goodness' sake.
Oh, my God, James!

Are you all right?

Now do you see
what you've done?!

So Anthony had
gone upstairs, yes?

Yes.

Another man she had
twisted round her little finger.

Really, what was the attraction?

Why all this fuss about her?

For goodness' sake, Alethea,
she was an extraordinary creature!

So... She left in a car.

Driven by whom?

We have no idea.

We were with James
and his cut head.

James was hardly conscious.

Chief Inspector, it seems to me

that you would like us to
solve this mystery for you.

And you've obviously failed
to come up with any evidence

of who was behind the wheel
or you'd have produced it by now.

That's where you're wrong.

- John.
- No, no.

They're not getting
away with this.

We have a blood sample.

Taken from the crashed
car. It's quite rare.

A2B, James's blood type.

So presumably
one of yours as well.

- Blood types?
- It's quite simple, Mrs. Blackstone.

James was A2B,

so one of his parents must be.

What are you?

O.

And you?

It was my blood.
I drove the car.

Somebody had to.

James was incapable, my
wife was under the influence,

so I took the nearest car and
drove Ellen home for her baggage.

Except we didn't get there.

I lost control of
the car on a bend.

I lost consciousness
for a while.

When I came to, we were
upside down in the river.

Ellen was trapped.

I tried to free her.
The water was rising.

I kicked my door open
and I scrambled out.

God help me, I
tried to save her,

but I couldn't free her foot!

I talked to her.

And I held her hand until
she was covered by the water

and then she drowned.

You could've just told us all
this from the beginning, man.

What, and have all of this
brought up for public scrutiny?

My life, our lives,
a laughing stock?

There go the aristocracy again!

Mad, degenerate,
sexually incontinent,

no longer fit to lead.

Who wants to be led by people

who can leave a dead girl
in a drowned car all night?!

You're under arrest.

He's under arrest
when I say he is.

Your blood type's B, Hector.

I checked in the hospital.

- What?
- That's just basic police work, Sergeant.

Then how could there be
an A2B blood stain in the car?

Well, yes. Good point. How
could there be, Sergeant?

- Must have been some kind of mistake.
- Yeah.

Just like Hector thinking
that James was his son.

I was never under that
misapprehension, Sergeant.

We have no evidence
except your confession.

Do you wish to retract it?

No. Someone should pay.

I was brought up
to honor a debt.

You are a fool, Hector.

Perhaps so.

But I can live with
being a fool, Alethea.

What I couldn't
live with, however,

was knowing that I'd as
good as killed my own son.

How could the poor chap
live, after all you'd done to him?

No, it was a silly accident.

I saw it, Alethea! I saw it!

Please, James, please!
I am begging you.

Sweetheart, please don't.

- I am going to count to ten.
- No, no, please don't!

No, no, no, because
you're brilliant.

- Two...
- This is us.

We can talk away any problem.

- Three...
- I love you with every fiber of my being!

- Four...
- What if I do this?

What if I crawl?
What if I crawl to you?

Yes, laugh at me, but
don't destroy yourself!

Please, not after everything
that we have done together!

- What have I ever done?
- The world is waiting for you.

Ah...

The world.

Five, six...

Please. Please, please, please!
Let me take all the pain away!

She was the only
friend I've ever had

because she didn't
want anything from me.

She only wanted to help me.

Tell me, Mummy, why
did she have to die?

It is so, so hard

to lose what's precious,

which is why you
must not do this.

Why? Because it will hurt you?

Because the world needs you.

You know that, James.
You've always known that.

We've always said
that, haven't we?

Since you were a little boy.

No, no. You have
always said that.

I just wanted a life to live.

You are the master of
your own destiny, James,

and, one day, of
all our destinies.

My darling son.

My brave,

brave boy.

She was right about you.

You are a nightmare.

James?

Seven, eight, nine,

Mummy...

Help! Hector!

Hector, would you
stand up, please?

Hector Blackstone,

I'm charging you with causing
death by dangerous driving

and attempting to pervert
the course of justice.

You do not have to say
anything, but anything you do say

may be used in evidence.
Do you understand?

- Perfectly, thank you.
- Is there anything?

Yes.

No, I'd like you to
hear this, too, Alethea.

I want you to know
exactly what happened

because I will
never tell it to a court.

Stop for a minute. I
want to talk to you.

Hector,

when did you stop breathing?

- Let's go for a walk.
- But...

There's bags of time.

♪ My daddy, he's
a handsome devil ♪

♪ He's got a chain
five miles long ♪

♪ And on every link
a heart does dangle ♪

♪ Of another maid he's
loved and wronged ♪

What are you thinking of?

Or should I say "who"?

I've never, ever been
so happy in all my life.

Ah. Is he waiting
for you in London?

It can happen for
you as well, Hector.

I want you to believe
that. Can you?

I'll try to believe it.

Good. When you get home,

start making changes.
Okay? Promise?

I promise.

Look at the time!

Oh, God! Come on!

It's perhaps hard
for you to understand

what those few
minutes meant to me.

Just to be touched by a
beautiful young woman.

It was only when Ellen kissed me

that I realized the
truth of what she'd said.

I had stopped breathing.

I had stopped breathing

the day Bonny died.

We were late.

I wanted Ellen to get to London

to meet the man
she'd fallen in love with.

I drove too fast.

He'll get off, guv. I'm
telling you, he'll get off.

His posh lawyer'll say he
was in shock or something.

He held her hand
until she died, John.

And then he walked
home and he told his wife

and his wife's boyfriend
what had happened.

I don't understand these people.

It's like The Wizard
Of Oz, isn't it?

Everyone thinks there's some
amazing brains running the operation,

and you look behind the curtain,

it's just some
weird Hooray Henry

who was once in
the Bullingdon Club.

But the game's up. Because once
you start laughing at the high-ups,

they lose their power.

I wouldn't worry too
much on their behalf.

It might be all
over for the toffs,

but they've trained the
Anthony Baughs of this world

to carry on the good fight.

Hi. I'm Anthony.

I think, you know, people like
me 'cause I'm a straight sort of guy.

That's why people trust me.

Hi. Call me Tony.

Okay, why should
you vote for me?

All right. The blood
thing, that was a mistake.

But it got us a confession.

So, bingo.

No. Not "bingo".

I wouldn't have had
to make it up, would I,

if he'd have coughed
up in the first place.

- What were the lies all about?
- Honor, I think.

Dignity. Memory.

Well, like I said, I don't
understand these people.

Just out of interest,

what sort of people do you think
should be running this country?

People like me.

♪ A holiday, a holy day ♪

♪ The first one of the year ♪

♪ Lord Arlen's wife
came into church ♪

♪ The gospel for to hear ♪

♪ And when the
meeting, it was done ♪

♪ She cast her eyes about ♪

♪ And there she saw
little Matty Groves ♪

♪ Walking in the crowd ♪

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