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[interviewer] Are The Beatles getting back together?

-[interviewee] Yes. -[crowd] ♪ We are the powers ♪

[radio stations changing]

[DJ] We're just 90 seconds away

from our breakfast sequence. Radio Leeds a.m.

[prime minister] The British people,

in clear and unmistakable terms,

have made their historic decision

that Britain shall remain a member

of the European Community.

[spokesperson 1] You see, since 1972,

world prices of commodities

and raw materials have more than doubled.

[spokesperson 2] We are suffering

as we haven't in 25 years from a rise in the cost of living.

[interviewer 2] How are you managing for money?

Well, we're desperate now.

I'm on me last five pounds now and then that's it.

[interviewee 2] I've spent all our savings now,

so it's these next few weeks that we'll really feel.

[newscaster] Ever since the end

of the disastrous seven-week strike here earlier this year…

[newscaster 2] …have called for strike action from Monday.

[newscaster 3] The standard of living

of the humblest and the poorest

being attacked and eaten away.

[newscaster 4] I think this is the closest we've ever been

to a revolution in this country for years.

-[soft thudding] -[child giggling]

[whispers] Go back to sleep.

[keys jangling]

[door unlocks]

[child whispering] Richard.

Richard.

She's not come home.

-Thank you, love. -Ciao, love.

She'll be on the next one.

Stop saying that.

There we go.

Sonia and Richard, yeah?

[investigator] So Mummy said she weren't going out,

but you think she might've done?

Had she done that before, love?

Left you on your own?

And did Mummy ever say where she were going?

Or who she was seeing?

What about Daddy?

Are Mummy and Daddy still friends?

She'd been slipping out at night, apparently.

But not through the front door, through here.

So neighbours wouldn't see her leaving kids.

Who told you that?

Neighbours.

Four kids between seven and three.

We're calling the children's home,

see if they can't take them.

Least till we can work out where the dad is.

Explain to them what's gone on.

[faint chatter in distance]

What you thinking?

I'm thinking,

when the little ones went to bus stop to wait,

they only just missed her.

Cheers, mate.

Sir.

[birds singing]

[upbeat music playing on radio]

[groans]

Oh, that reminds me. We're off out tomorrow night.

Me and your Mam.

You'll need to look after your brother and sister.

No, we're not.

-Painting town red. -[scoffs]

-No, we are not. -It's Eric Owen's 40th.

How long's that been on the cards?

[child] Forty years, presumably.

-Ah. -[partner chuckles]

[clears throat]

I don't do reading.

I know, but you can see what colour it is.

And that's the third we've had this week.

You'll have to tell Eric we can't go

'cause we can't bloody afford it.

He's my oldest mate.

I've said that we're going. And we are.

[van door slams shut]

At 7:41 this morning, the body of a 28-year-old woman,

Wilma McCann, was found in the Prince Philip playing fields

behind Scott Hall Avenue in Chapeltown.

Wilma had been stabbed 15 times.

Two further lacerations were found on back of her head.

Impact wounds from some kind of tool.

Hammer. Spanner, maybe.

I'm telling you this, not to shock you,

because I want you all to appreciate

what one person did to another person in our city last night.

And it's our job--

It's your job to find out who they are

and why this happened.

Happened 'cause she was an whore.

A little louder, John. So whole class can hear.

I said she died, Sir, because she was a prostitute.

Vice have never heard of her.

[John] Don't mean she wasn't one.

She'd already been done for drunk and disorderly.

She might have been a prostitute.

She might not.

Might have liked a drink. Might not.

But nobody, whoever they are,

deserves to die like Wilma died last night.

It starts now.

4:00 p.m. October 30th.

And it doesn't end till one of us catches the bastard.

[all murmuring]

[investigator] Right, priorities now…

Get Dugdale from Post.

…on the night, door-to-door,

and a fingertip search of her home and the surrounding area.

Any questions?

No? Good. On you get.

[all chattering]

Problem.

Go on.

[sighs] Perception.

You saw it for yourself. How it was out there.

[phone rings]

-Aye? -I've got Mike Dugdale.

Go on.

-[Mike] Hello, mate. Yeah? -Mike.

I might have summat for one of your photographers

on this, uh, Chapeltown job.

-You got a pen? -Dennis, we're a newspaper.

We've got stationery.

Afternoon.

[caretaker] Hello there.

Afternoon.

Oh.

[toy chiming]

What's that?

This your favourite?

What about you lot?

What's your favourite toys?

Is Mummy coming soon?

Mummy's not coming, love.

Mummy's had an accident.

Was she hurt?

She was. That's right.

So where is she now?

Well…

she's up in heaven.

But she says you're not to worry.

She's in heaven and she's waiting for you.

All right?

Now…

why don't we take a photograph of you

with your absolute, number one, favourite toys?

How about it?

Okay, everyone, look in here.

Perfect. Okay, and--

-[camera shutter snaps] -That's it.

If we're to get any help from the public,

that's the message.

She were a mother of four kids.

"Prostitute" don't come into it.

[photographer] Straight at the camera.

-[camera shutter snaps] -Thank you.

[investigator] Go.

[Dennis] Well?

[investigator] Right.

Last sighting of her…

is right the way back down Meanwood Road,

just after last orders.

And then nothing between there and here.

Only a field next to a car park.

There you go.

That's your first clue.

That's why no one sees her on the bus

or walking all the way up hill.

And that's why he brings her here.

Not to some field.

Next to a car park.

To a car park next to a field.

The killer was driving.

Hey, he could've been on foot.

He could've followed her home after seeing her in the club.

Who goes to a club with a spanner and knife?

Aye, fair point.

[investigator 2] Down there now. Pick it up.

[faint chattering]

[investigator 3] Keep looking, lads.

-[van door slams] -[person laughs]

-[lively music playing] -[partygoers chattering]

[partner] Here we go.

[partner whistling to melody of song playing]

-[partygoer] Syd! -Hey!

Where's Linda and the rest of the wives?

Eh?

Am I just your lift home, is that it? Yeah.

Look.

Neil found that. Hmm?

He said, "Give that to Mam.

Tell her to put a song on the jukebox.

Cheer her some up."

-Right. Hey! -[partygoers cheering]

Now we begin. Here we go! Fucking hell.

[disco song starts playing]

[partygoers chattering]

Is it working?

[partygoer 1] Yeah, it's all right.

[partygoer 2] Excuse me, love.

Hi, love. Can I get another one of them?

Thank you.

[song continues]

[song ends]

I've seen you before.

[chuckles] Oh, aye?

How does it, uh, work then?

You got a place where we can go?

How much?

[voices echo]

The last confirmed sighting of the dead woman, Wilma McCann,

was on the corner of Meanwood Road at 1 a.m.

What we want now

is for anyone who was either in

or driving through the Chapeltown area at that time

to make themselves known to us immediately.

Wilma was a mother.

Her kids were waiting for her, but she never made it home.

Please, if you have any information, come forward.

For their sake.

[scraping]

[chattering]

Uh, Chief Constable Gregory is here.

I can see.

I saw the Mercedes parked up outside.

Here to check up on me?

I'm here to do nothing of the kind.

The lovely Jenny has provided a cup of tea

and I'm familiarising myself with this map of yours.

This arrow here, I was wondering, represents…

Last known sighting of Wilma McCann.

And this is where she was killed?

Sir.

And all you've got to do is figure out

what happened in between.

So, you are here to check up on me.

I'm dropping in to make sure

you've got everything you need.

Sir.

We have a list of 29 suspects we found in her notebook.

We're working our way through them as we speak.

What's interesting about this case,

it's not been motivated by sex.

He's killed her first,

but it's not purely violence either.

Dennis.

You are confident.

And I have every confidence in you.

No, the reason I dropped by

was to make sure you don't try and duck the Christmas drinks

for the third year running.

Drinks?

This new merger. Chaps I'd like you to meet.

Well, Sir, I--

I shall certainly see if I'm free that night.

You are free.

According to the lovely Jenny, that is.

You can give me the proper update then.

[chattering continues]

[Neil] Mum.

[carolers] ♪ Holy night ♪

Oh. Well, we really appreciate it.

♪ All is calm ♪

♪ All is bright ♪

♪ Round yon Virgin ♪

-♪ Mother and Child ♪ -[Neil] Shall I get money?

-No. -Yeah.

-Yeah, in me bag. -No, you don't have to.

♪ …infant so tender and mild ♪

[caroler] Spare change?

♪ Sleep in… ♪

-You've not got any change. -There we are then.

-♪ …peace ♪ -You've only got a note.

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪

[bells ringing]

-♪ Silent night ♪ -Anything you can spare.

♪ Holy… ♪

-Thank you. -Certainly.

-Thank you so much. Very kind. -♪ …Shepherds quake ♪

♪ At the sight ♪

♪ Glories stream ♪

♪ From heaven afar ♪

♪ Heavenly hosts sing "Alleluia" ♪

[Sydney] What were that? Eh?

What the fuck were that?

What the fuck do you think it were?

You're giving me a hard time.

For what? So you can start chucking money about?

-I am not-- -We're in over our heads.

I am not having those people-- her across road--

I am not having her thinking we don't have money.

-But we don't. -And I am not having them kids

suffer any more than they already have done.

I want our life just to be normal.

We are in over our heads. You're the one saying it.

So go on then. Eh?

What we gonna do?

[door opens, closes]

[sighs]

[investigator] Twenty-nine suspects interviewed,

29 suspects eliminated.

Ex-husband took a bit of finding

but, nah, he's in the clear and all.

We've handed out 10,000 leaflets.

We've gone door-to-door on every house

in a half-mile radius.

-Pubs? -And the pubs, aye.

We've gone round them twice. And every shop.

The only new witness is a bloke who sold her chips

and curry sauce.

-When? -Just after 1:00.

She were pissed. That's all he remembers.

Right.

So we keep going. Door-to-door.

Go back to the pubs.

Print more leaflets, print more posters.

Set up even more roadblocks.

You see, I just think if we end up doing that--

Has to happen now, Jim,

else it'll fade from people's minds.

No, you're right. You're right.

[door opens, closes]

[footsteps approaching]

[earring clatters]

[earring clatters]

[Sydney sighs]

I need to tell you something.

-What? -[sighs]

There were this man at Eric's birthday

when you were at the bar.

This good-looking man.

And when I went for a dance, he went for a dance.

And when I went to toilets, so did he.

If this is what I think it is, I'll kill you.

You do know that, don't you?

-Let me finish. -I'll kill him and all.

-Sydney. -I swear to God.

Right. I could've done--

I could've done something.

And, well, why shouldn't I?

It's not like we ever do ever since Derek died.

I'd have been within me rights.

-No, you wouldn't. -But I didn't.

-You won't. -I didn't. No.

Because he offered money.

He thought he'd seen me before at, um…

Spencer Place with working girls.

He thought what?

He even took out a five-pound note.

Five pounds, Sydney.

Five pounds.

For how long would it have been? Five minutes?

No.

No. You're my wife.

-They've sent a summons. -Mother of my children.

And someone has to provide for them.

-It's Christmas, Syd. -No.

We've got your family coming.

How we even going to start and pay for all that?

[investigator] Just routine, Sir,

regarding a murder that took place here

some five or so weeks ago now.

Did you call the incident room? He was on leave.

Good to go.

[chattering in distance]

-Good evening, Sir. -You all right?

Just routine, regarding a murder that took place here

some five weeks or so ago now.

Do you recognise this lass at all?

Sorry, when did you say?

[investigator] October 30th, early hours.

[chattering on TV]

[phone ringing]

0406? Oh, hello, love.

Let me try him. Hang on a minute.

-Who is it? -It's Jim.

Shall I tell him to ring back?

Why?

Because it's Emmerdale Farm.

No, no.

Jim?

[Jim] Now then, Dennis, we've got a witness.

Lorry driver. We're bringing him in now.

On my way.

[Sydney] Ready?

[chattering in distance]

[chattering, laughing]

[engine stops]

-You look nice. -You never say that normally.

Don't you dare say it now.

I'll wait in the bar.

[van door slams shut]

-[music playing inside bar] -[patrons chattering]

Syd.

Did you take tools out of back?

[patron] You've got to knock 'em about a bit.

They're too young to understand.

-[pedestrian] All right, love. -[car door closes]

[lorry driver] I thought she were soliciting.

You can tell by the way they stand.

Especially that time of night.

I see 'em along there all the time, you see.

It's on my way out to the M62.

But this one here, she's not on the pavement.

She's right in front of me, right in middle of the road.

Her hair weren't like that, though. It were darker.

So, go on. You drove past her?

-No, no, I was-- -You picked her up?

-No. -Now, is this something you do

-all the time or-- -Let him speak, Jim.

I were thinking about it. About picking her up.

No crime in thinking about it.

I even parked up.

But when she came over to window,

I could tell she were too pissed for it.

Could hardly stand still.

I'm not having her chucking up in my cab, you see.

It's only on lease.

So you just leave her there drunk, in middle of road?

No.

That's how it sounds, way you're describing it.

Well, this is why I wanted to talk to you.

So, I've decided better of it,

so I'm expecting a bit of stick as I pull away.

But I don't get any…

because she's already got another punter.

He's pulled in right behind me.

Another lorry?

A car. And she goes with him.

Did you see the driver?

No. But it were a Corsair.

A Corsair or a fastback. Something like that.

So, why has it taken you a month

to come forward with all this?

I live in Rochdale.

This is first I've heard of it.

You're talking like this is a well-known thing.

[sighs]

How much, pet?

Five.

All right. Where?

-[rustling] -[lighter top clicks]

-Down here. -[lighter flicks]

[music playing inside bar]

-[music playing in distance] -[faint chatter]

[bar patrons laughing]

[chattering, laughing continues]

[grunts]

[breathing heavily] Knickers off.

Money first.

I've only got four.

I said five.

[note rustles]

I were only joking.

[note rustles]

Now. Turn round.

[zipper unzips]

[belt buckle clinking]

[client mumbling]

Ah. Yes.

[chattering]

[Gregory speaking indistinctly]

Gents, refresh the drinks?

-Dennis. -Sir. Good turnout.

That's the merger.

Not just the city boys this year,

got the country lads as well.

Not enough cheese and pineapple in West Yorkshire.

[Dennis chuckles]

There's someone I'd like to introduce you to.

[attendees chattering, laughing]

Dennis, I'd like to introduce you to George Oldfield.

No introduction required.

Dennis, how are you?

All right.

You still on this prostitute thing?

Well, we don't know if she was a prostitute, but--

He is. He's got half our DCs

over with him at Millgarth, helping him.

Not quite, but I know what you mean.

[clears throat]

Here's hoping you get your man.

He will. He'll have the bugger banged up by New Year's Eve.

-Isn't that right, Dennis? -That's the idea.

[George] Well, I find if you don't solve

a murder in the first couple of days,

it's an uphill struggle after that. Isn't it?

Oh, maybe that's just me. [chuckles]

You're more involved in rural crime.

That's right, isn't it?

Your George covers half of Yorkshire.

Farmland? That sort of thing?

Now, now, chaps. 'Tis the season and all that.

Merry Christmas.

I've got a list of all the Corsairs and fastbacks.

Only slight problem is,

there are 700 Corsairs and 900 fastbacks.

-And that's just in Leeds. -Dennis.

Killer might not live in Leeds.

Might live further afield.

Dennis. It's the Christmas do.

How many men do you know don't own a hammer?

Look, I'm being serious.

Enjoy your drink. And take five minutes off.

You'll catch him. You always do.

[Sydney] There you go.

-Can I open this? -Yeah, course you can!

-I'm just going straight in. -What you doing with that?

-Can I open this? -Yes.

I wanted it for ages, thank you.

-You like it? -Yeah, it's nice. Thank you.

-It's a talking doll. -I know.

-Thank you. -It talks.

Maybe as much as you.

It's a new jumper. Thank you, Mum.

[Sydney] What did you get?

-Beautiful, darling. -Oh.

It's nice. Right size?

[Neil] Yeah, it should fit. Thank you.

[child 1] Thank you.

[child 2] Is that all for me?

[relative] Pat's got some news.

[partner] Oh, aye?

-Mm-hmm. -Oh.

Well, shall you tell them or shall I?

Go on.

She and Ken have been courting now for,

how long is it, five months?

-Eight. -Last Sunday, Ken came round

whilst Warren was washing the car.

At first, we thought there'd been an accident

'cause her Ken never comes around on his own,

but he wanted to ask Warren's permission, you see.

He wanted to ask for Pat's hand.

-[all] Oh. -Pat.

[relative] And Warren liked that.

Oh, I bet he did.

Yeah, that is lovely. Congratulations, Pat.

-Thank you. -Both of you.

Aw. You telling everyone else?

Congratulations, Pat.

-Thank you. -Give my best to Ken.

-Will do. -[Sydney] Cheers.

-Cheers. -Cheers, yes.

Go on. Ask her.

I wanted to know if Bubs would be a bridesmaid.

It would be her and Carol.

Please.

I think she'd quite like that.

I mean, it will mean a bridesmaid's dress.

But wedding isn't till March,

so there's plenty of time to save.

-You don't have to buy new. -No.

Is Carol getting new?

-Yeah, Carol will be. -She will.

Yeah. Well, then Bubs will too.

[relative] You mustn't feel pressurised.

-[partner] I don't. -They do 'em second hand.

Yeah, well, there's no need.

How much are they?

It doesn't matter how much they are. It's Pat's day,

so we're getting it, and we'll get it new.

[doorbell rings]

I'll get that.

Oh.

[door opens]

-[relative 1] Hello. -[relative 2] Hey, love.

-[relative 1] Merry Christmas. -[Neil] Merry Christmas.

[relatives chattering]

Morecambe and Wise are on tonight.

They didn't do one last year, so…

[Dennis chuckles]

[phone ringing]

Leave it.

[ringing continues]

0406?

Oh, right.

[sighs]

[Dennis] Right. Thanks.

[handset clatters]

[sighs] Am I keeping it warm then?

-[door bangs] -[hurried footsteps]

[door opens]

[footsteps approaching]

Anything else you need?

No. Deal was you'd call at 3:00,

and that's what you've done.

Well, Merry Christmas, then.

Aye. Merry Christmas, love.

I hear it's Morecambe and Wise tonight.

-That's what they say. -[chuckles]

[phone ringing]

Incident Room.

The Wilma McCann case, that's right.

You did?

Um, hang on. Let me just get this down.

Uh, sorry, so what time was it?

1:00 a.m.

At Meanwood Road, the big turning.

And what sort of colour was it?

Make and model.

Green, maybe.

Yes, she was wearing flares. White flares. That's right.

No, that's very helpful. Thank you. Take care.

No! Make and model.

I didn't have to, Sir. She told me.

He's a Chapeltown regular and he drives a green Land Rover.

Well…

there aren't 965 of those, are there?

That's good.

That's very good.

How much is the dress?

Eight-fifty. Then there's the shoes, jewellery.

All adds up.

All right, listen to me. Sell the telly.

-The telly's not worth that. -Or washing machine.

No. We need the washing machine.

Or van.

Listen to what I'm saying to you, right?

I-I-I can't take it anymore.

-[groans] -You can't take it?

You can't take it?

[Sydney crying, murmuring]

[sniffling, breathing shakily]

It's three times. That's 15 quid.

I'll get it done tonight, and then it's over with, yeah?

It's finished for good.

[door opens]

-[breathing heavily] -[van engine running]

[bar patrons chattering]

Thought you'd given up.

I have.

-[car door slams] -Ciao, love.

[investigators chattering]

[phone ringing]

Sir?

[dispatcher] All units,

be on the lookout for any men driving a Corsair

or a dark-coloured Land Rover in the Chapeltown area.

[John] May or may not be green, remember.

-[partner] Yeah. -[animal howling in distance]

Right on.

He's gotta be out here.

It's your turn.

You're all right. He's a regular.

Not so keen on him.

You all right?

[driver] How much?

It's a fiver.

You hear anything, anything at all, call me.

What's the latest we can ring?

No such thing.

-Here we go. John! -Shit!

All units, go, go, go! All units, go!

-[siren blaring] -[tyres squealing]

[partner] Yep, yep, yep!

Out the car! Get out the car.

On your knees! Knees!

[John] Stay there, fella, stay there!

We've got him, Les, we've bloody got him.

[car approaching]

[car brakes squeaking]

[driver] How much?

It's five.