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[children playing loudly] Resynced Corrected By Chuck

Bonjour, how are you?

Fine, till I saw you.

Oh, don't be like that, Judy.

Leave me alone.

You haven't seen me for a month.

It's been a nice interval.

Carry your bag for you, Miss?

I can manage.

[quiet background P.A. music]

Judy, love, one more trip,

just one, that's all, I promise.

You and your promises,

all I ever asked for was the truth.

Please.

One more.

-If not-- -Are you threatening me?

Not me, I'm anticipating what they'll say.

Tough.

You don't walk out on these people, love.

They don't invite you R.S.V.P., they tell you.

They'll put me under for sure.

They'll fix you too, you know.

Listen, no more trips,

I've been conned by you for the last time.

I didn't have a lot of illusions, I didn't ask for,

go away and leave me alone!

[Der Sweeney Thema]

Grin on his face.

-You know what he said? -No.

"No hard feelings, Officer, it's all part of the game."

Oh, game, I love that.

Yeah, I said listen, it might be a bloody game to you,

it's not to me.

Lawyers, I could've chinned him.

So Jack.

-Success? -50%.

We showed, they didn't.

Acting on uh, information?

It's in the book.

Yeah, Sudbury, garage owner.

Right.

Out there all night, were you?

All night.

The weatherman says there was a frost.

So does Jack Regan.

So you haven't heard, a nice little blagging?

Oh yeah?

Garage owner in Sunbury,

not Sudbury with a D, but Sunbury with an N,

N as in nicked.

[typewriter key racket]

Bastard!

Just one letter out or about 18 miles as the crow flies.

Stupid prat!

Your snout either needs elocution lessons

or his ears syringing.

With sulfuric acid.

Well, that's up to you.

You won't be asking me to okay any expenses,

will you, Mr. Regan?

"Batman and Robin."

[car engine faltering]

Reg.

What's the SP on that Richard of yours?

-Judy? -Yeah.

Fine, no problem.

We've got troubles enough

without some rotten little slag running out on us.

She's not running out, what gave you that idea?

-I know, don't I? -How?

'Cause it's my job to know.

Temperament, that's all.

Time was when you could pull her,

now you're bad news.

No.

Well, it's a phase, you know what they're like,

kiss and a cuddle.

I've tumbled you, Alan, you're all bunny.

Give me two days, Reg, that's all, two.

Like a pig's uncle.

She knows a lot, doesn't she?

Words and music, if her mouth is half as loose as yours.

-Rubbish! -Don't you get lippy with me.

She starts spreading it round the houses.

Never, it's not her style.

Next thing you know, we'll have Old Bill round here

feeling our collars.

Not in a million years.

You boy wonders, you don't know you're born,

you get a sweet set up like this,

steady earner, once in a lifetime,

well I'm not sitting around like some Jaffa

and letting it be nicked from under me.

She's got to go.

-Cheers, guv. -Sleep tight, George.

Yeah, more night work than an owl.

-See you, Bill. -Ta'ra.

[birds chirping]

Oh, bed,

bed!

oh!

You're late.

Not bad coming from you.

Morning.

Oh!

What happened to yesterday?

A court magistrate had a migraine.

And last night?

We had a job on.

Catch anything?

A cold, I think.

[sighing]

What's all that about?

So you did forget?

Forget what?

[Alison] Betty's 21st.

Oh, my God, yes.

It's alright, you weren't expected.

I'm sorry, love.

Still warm.

[Hoarse Voice] Give us a flash, darling!

[Alison] Fat chance.

Here, if you haven't left by now,

then you're obviously not teaching the first period.

Now if you're not teaching the first period,

we've got time to. [Squeaks]

You'd nod off on me.

Keep 'em wanting, that's what they say, innit?

Oh, yeah, you do that alright.

♪ Like the grass, you made me high! ♪

♪ I found years ago ♪

♪ Back in a dream ♪

Can you post my Pools for me?

Where are they?

On the hall table.

[birds twittering] [Bees Buzzing]

[knocking on door]

-Who is it? -Lily Law.

-Regan. -Who else?

You wanna see me credentials?

Cheeky devil.

You haven't shaved.

Never do till I've had it away.

Oh.

Where's Peter the Poofter?

With his boyfriend, dear, where else?

[tutting]

You gave me a bum steer, Fladge.

Me?

I don't believe it.

Big time motor man's drum in Sudbury, yes?

Well, that's how I heard it.

It was Sunbury as in sunshine, not Sudbury.

Oh, God, was it?

It was.

Well, you know me, Jack,

if it doesn't happen under the GPO Tower, it doesn't happen.

[Jack] Another couple of tips like that,

I'll be back wearing a tall hat.

I'll make it up to you.

Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.

Oh, the next one will be a stone ginger.

If it isn't, I'll find an unusual position for you,

I promise you that.

♪ Promises, promises. ♪

I like it when you've got your Irish up,

reminds me of a sailor I knew in Port Said.

Here, your Dad wasn't a Navy man, was he?

No, he wasn't, no, Ellesmere Port

down the Manchester Ship Canal, that was his limit.

Listen, the next time you're ear wigging,

put your deaf aid in, ey?

Right, sir, good as done.

Take care.

Oh, God bless you, guv,

got a heart of gold, that Jack Regan.

Yeah, up the workers!

[Laughs] [Kisses Cash]

Mm, delicious.

Now you've got to own up, there are not many husbands

who meet their wives out of work midweek

and treat them to a four star lunch, are there?

Four star?

Yeah, that delicatessen

on the corner of Prow Street, Guttmann's.

Star of David.

So who's counting?

You were, you're only doing it,

'cause you're eaten up with guilt.

What, about your Betty?

Amongst other things, many other things.

Here, listen, I phoned her, sounds like a right rave up.

Yeah, feels like one.

Little fragile, are we?

Ooh, every time the school bell went off,

it made my fillings ache.

Anyway the point is if I was a bank clerk

or on an oil rig, or Flash Carter in the Beano,

I wouldn't be able to be here, would I?

Well, good as it is to see you, love,

it is a pleasure I'd forego.

[Fake French Accent] Now something from the sweet trolley.

What, afters?

A little fruit for madam, hm?

Ooh, what are they?

Lychees.

You're joking.

Kid ya not, madam.

There's only five.

I'm only a Sergeant.

What do you do with them?

[Fake French Accent] Well, first you peel them, you see

and then you throw them away. He-he-he!

What do you think you do, you eat them.

Oh!

They're like king-sized grapes.

Yeah, no wonder the Chinese are so thin.

[Laughs]

Mm!

Not bad.

They always remind me of fingers

I saw once in the mortuary,

after the quacks had peeled off the skins

to reconstruct the prints.

Oh, do you mind?

I ought to be getting back, I suppose.

What is it this afternoon?

"Othello" with 3B.

Ah, now that's a play by William Shakespeare

about the old schwarzer, who thinks his bird's

been charvering away from home.

It's funny, isn't it, there's been soldier poets,

coal miners, cricketers, civil servants,

I bet there's never been a policeman poet.

Haven't you read Jack Regan's sonnets?!

[laughing] That'll be the day.

-Johnny. -You wanted to see me,

-Mr. Crofts. -Yeah, take a seat.

Little bird tells me you were on that Hatton garden job?

Big Merc, drove itself, didn't it?

It's not the way I heard it.

I might have a job for you, son.

Can't be bad.

The question is I don't know if you're ready for it.

Try me.

Ready to move up with the pros, are you?

-Out of the three rounders? -When do you want it done?

There's no time like the present.

I'm fit, reckon I can drive a drag with the best.

There's more to this than driving.

How much more?

Bit of aggro needs sorting out.

Why me?

Well, we need smart boys, mugs are two quid a go.

[Johnny] How much?

A oner.

Leave off.

A oner now, another when it's done.

200 sobs for sorting someone out?

And all it leads to,

no Johnny jumped up with me, you know.

Tell me more.

[birds twittering]

-Ready, George? -Yeah, hold on, guv,

I'll just get my coat.

[car engine starting]

Bedroom window's open.

-Yeah, let the fag out. -And the villains in.

[George] They should be so lucky!

You see the missus?

Yeah, I took her out for a walk at lunchtime.

Oh, very nice.

I missed her sister's 21st.

When was this?

Last night.

Naughty, naughty.

I was out with that wicked Jack Regan, wasn't I?

Yeah, in the rhododendron bushes of sinful Sudbury.

-Did you see the Fladge? -Yeah, in all her glory.

[car horn tooting]

Get over, you bastard!

Drive a Jap car, they think they're Kamikaze pilots.

( I laughed )

[mellow melodic music]

[car engine starting]

[children playing loudly]

[loud background chattering]

-Goodnight. -Goodnight.

-Night, Mrs. Carter. -Goodnight.

Hello.

Hello.

Bad as that?

Man trouble.

I'll give you a lift home, if you're not gonna be long.

-10 minutes? -Fine.

[background chattering]

I'd post George's Pools, but I left my coat in the car.

Borrow mine.

Oh, thanks.

It's freezing out, although it looks nice.

-Mrs. Carter. -Hm?

You must find a moment tomorrow

to go over your next term's timetable.

Oh, yes, right, Mr. Penketh.

-Bye bye. -Thanks.

[suspenseful funky music]

[pedestrian crossing beeping]

[car revving]

[crashing thud]

[tires screeching]

[muffled background chattering]

Pecker up, George, it's amazing what they can do nowadays.

What is it?

She's, she's dead.

Dead?

-An hour ago. -But they said,

oh, Christ!

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mate.

Inquest?

Uhm...

Tomorrow probably.

What are you waiting for?

Don't know.

Do you wanna see her?

No.

[clock ticking]

[sighing]

[Alison Voiceover] Didn't go much

on that salesman friend of Roy's.

The new dress is a corker and despite everything Mum says

and she says too much, the short hairstyle suits you.

I apologize for my errant husband,

might help if he didn't always say

he was going out on the job.

[doorbell ringing]

Put yourself to bed with this,

it beats all your sleeping pills.

Thanks, guv.

[Jack] I'll call you tomorrow, George.

Yeah.

Guv.

Why didn't he stop?

The driver, why not stop?

Panic, the car was nicked,

a drunk, some bloke out with a bird, could be 100 reasons.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Drink down to the label with you if you like?

Please.

Is she alright?

She never regained consciousness.

Oh, God!

Hit and run, there wasn't even a witness.

Oh, my God!

Is there anything I can do?

No, it's,

I'll be alright, thank you.

See you in the morning then.

[light dramatic music]

Body on a slab, that's all, nothing,

you can't relate to them all, can you?

Only this time it isn't just a body,

my wife's body.

Sudden death,

my wife's sudden death,

form 44.

How many of those have we had to fill in, ey, guv, ey?

A fair few.

Yeah, some PC pecking it out somewhere,

beat, section, division,

a report on the death of Alison Mary Carter.

Then we go on to a PMF3A,

hear what the pathologist has to say,

liver, weight, et cetera,

spleen, weight, et cetera.

A lot of spleen, wouldn't you say, guv, ey?

A lot of spleen, our Alison.

Easy, George.

29,

just 29,

have the laugh on us though, won't she?

I mean, 10 years' time, 20 years' time,

she'll still be 29.

This world runs another million years,

she'll still be 29.

Okay.

Yeah.

[Alan] Pulled one yesterday, so I hear.

I don't know what you're on about.

[Alan] Up at the school.

Been an accident, has there?

[Alan] No, not an accident.

Well, like I told you,

when I play, I play for keeps.

But murder?

Cold-blooded murder?

No one screws up Reg Crofts,

no one.

One thing though, you blew it,

wrong teacher.

Oh, yeah?

You wanted a Miss Grinden, you hit a Mrs. Carter.

Cop's wife?

Yeah, Benson says he remembers where he buried it.

[Jack] Great, tell him to draw us a sketch map,

we'll borrow some engineers and go prospecting.

Supposing he wants to lead the search party?

You mean bring him up from the Moor?

-No way. -Yeah, that was my reaction.

It'd be like a rerun of the O.K. Corral.

Yeah, it's a funny thing, that Wyatt Earp lived to be 80.

F Division, wasn't he?

Oh, I've given George Carter a week's compassionate

-as from midnight last night. -Great.

Well, what's wrong with that?

It's just what he needs, a week to feel sorry for himself.

He'll have too much to do,

anyway better that than screw up some job,

because his mind isn't on his work.

Hm.

[Frank] Oh, what's that supposed to mean?

You really know your lads, don't you?

Do you remember that copper shot in Mayfair

one hot Friday afternoon?

A young PC was married the next morning,

by 11:15, he was back on duty, that was George Carter.

[door closing]

[girls shouting encouragement]

[light melodic music]

[budgie chirping]

[children playing outdoors]

Terrible, terrible business,

but I don't know what the country's coming to.

Is this?

Playground duty.

400 howling banshees,

no good trying to shout.

Yeah well, thank you, Mr. Penketh.

Oh, don't thank me, I'm so grieved it had to happen.

Her class, they're bowled over really,

children can be pretty callous,

but this has left them completely--

Yeah, alright, thanks.

[children playing loudly]

Listen, darling, I won't be able to make it.

Yeah, I know what I said.

Well, something's come up.

Yeah well, I'll make it up to you.

No, Argyll will still be there, don't worry about that.

When you've finished, Jack.

Uncle Frank would like a word.

Hello.

Her name's Susie.

Well, who is she?

My daughter.

I was just explaining why I can't take her to the zoo.

I'm sorry.

Hold on a sec, love.

Division have found the car that killed Mrs. Carter.

And?

It was stolen that afternoon,

which might explain why it didn't stop.

-It might, a pro job? -Hm, keys, no prints.

Yeah, I'll be with you in a minute.

Susie.

Well, alright, one verse, but make it quick.

[birds twittering]

[distant church organ music]

Jack.

Mrs. C.

Too rich for your blood?

And then some.

Church has me foxed, always rucking you for not going,

then when you do go, all they do is tell you

how corrupt, how sinful or unworthy you are.

I know you didn't like Alison much,

-Who said? -but there was--

I've got eyes.

Yeah, very old ones.

And I don't miss much, you'd be surprised.

Good cops' wives are hard to find, I should know.

George listens to you, Jack.

He's got to, I'm his governor.

No, I didn't mean that.

You see if you can get him to come home,

even if it's only for a few days.

He's 26, you know, Mum, not six.

So?

I want more mileage out of him yet.

You'll get it, when I've put the patches on.

I'll talk to him.

[clock ticking]

Cheers.

Think about it, an extra wedge of Yorkshire,

that's my Mum's answer to everything.

It's better than rattling around here on your todd.

Yeah well, I'll sus it out.

What are you gonna do with that lot?

I got a card through the door,

you know, secondhand, jewelry, clothes, things like that.

Handy.

Yeah, they get the addresses out of the obituary columns.

Jackals.

"666" !

Yeah well, at least we're doing something with our lives.

Who said that?

I did,

the last of our many rows.

[birds twittering]

Gone.

Any address?

Landlady's out at bingo.

And she's elbowed the school, right?

Well, it means one thing, she's twigged.

She would, I told you, she's bright.

So you've got to find her, before she starts rabbiting.

What if I don't?

You don't, I'll put you in the ground.

[seagulls cawing]

-Fladge. -Yeah?

Who'd I talk to, George Carter?

[Jack] No, one of the other lads, Carter's off for a week.

Oh, it was his wife then?

-Yep. -Tough.

[Jack] Very.

Said she was only 29.

-About that, yeah. -Hoo, terrible!

Well, a maximum of 500 quid for failing to stop,

what do you expect?

Anyway, you didn't call me

to chat about hit and runs, did you?

I want to ask a favor, Jack.

I work for the Sweeney, you know, not Dr. Bernardo's.

There's something in it for you.

What?

Micky Fereze's your man?

By repute, yeah.

He's been muscling in round Notting Hill, Bayswater,

striped a girl last week.

-A tom? -Hm, young Irish kid.

It doesn't increase her earning potential, does it?

"Shove your head in a bag," that was his advice.

What's the kid's name?

Deidre Quinn.

-Will she talk? -Be your age.

Alright, leave it with me.

Next item?

Our Sunbury friend.

He's an active little number, isn't he?

Islington next week.

When?

Dunno, got an antique shop, I don't know which.

Come on, Fladge, it gets vaguer by the minute.

Well, it carries a quarter of a million stock,

so it must be in the Sprauncy Park.

Okay, what's the story?

The owner, elderly man

takes his dog for a pre-bed walkies every night.

-When? -After "News at 10,"

that's when they're going in with his key,

-he lives over the shop. -Alone?

[Fladge] With his niece.

How did you hear all this?

It's my business.

Any chance of the reward money?

You're eager.

Well, it's the bloody school fees.

-You hear from Nobby? -Huh,

couple of months ago down in Welsh Wales,

bought a van load of tinned carrots,

changed the labels to Australian pears.

[laughing]

They'll go lovely with a drop of cream, boy.

[laughing]

[heavy breathing]

My secret is out.

Yeah, I'm sorry, Mr. Penketh, look,

do you recognize this at all?

Yes, it belongs to Miss Grinden, our French teacher.

Oh, well, good, I've had it cleaned,

could you see that she gets it, please?

I'm sorry, I can't.

Why's that?

She's disappeared.

Disappeared?

Not a note, not a phone call, nothing.

She was due to go to France in a fortnight.

France?

4A and 4B, cultural exchange to Paris,

now I don't know what I'm going to do.

She didn't say anything to you?

No, bolt out of the blue.

[George] Was she worried about anything?

No, well, if she was, she never mentioned it,

-not unless-- -Yeah, go on.

Well, when I went round to tell her about Mrs. Carter,

I thought she seemed frightened.

She didn't say what of?

[Mr. Penketh] No.

Had she tried to get out of making this trip?

No, why should she?

She's been doing it three or four years.

How often?

Well, never less than twice a year, sometimes three times.

And always France?

Always France.

Don't tell me how hard you worked,

tell me how much you get done.

Well, write to your MP,

in the meantime, get it on my desk by lunchtime.

-Hello, George. -Hello, guv.

Have you got a minute?

[Jack] Yeah, sit down.

[background chattering]

Barney Gudzer was nicked last night.

-Where? -Coventry.

[George] What's he doing there?

He said and I quote, he went to see Lady Godiva.

Listen, governor, I think I've stumbled on something.

As the actress said.

You remember when you came round the other night?

I said to you why didn't the driver stop, right?

Yeah, I remember.

I think I've come up with an answer.

Oh?

How does murder grab you?

You think Alison was murdered?

-Yeah. -You're potty.

No, but they didn't mean to kill her,

they meant to kill somebody else.

I see, any idea who?

The French teacher.

Why?

We'll get to that later.

Look, this teacher has just disappeared,

no warning, nothing, she just dropped out overnight,

over the night of Alison's accident.

Go on.

Well, this bird owns a coat.

-Don't we all? -Yeah,

but it's a dark green duffel coat, it's distinctive

and for some reason Alison was wearing it, when.

So you think someone was after Miss France

and Alison copped it?

That's about the size of it, yeah.

Is that all?

No, not quite.

Alison once told me about a friend of hers,

who was involved with a tearaway, you know,

what should she do, et cetera.

And what did you say?

I said go down the local nick and have a chat to somebody,

you know, flutter her eyelashes and confess.

And did she?

I never heard.

The local French teacher.

She was off to France in a couple of weeks.

What for?

One of those cultural exchange jobs,

she went two or three times a year.

Now you're ringing bells, George,

yeah, I can think of one or two faces,

who'd like access to someone who makes

regular Channel crossings, England to France.

Well, either, well, imagine it,

hundreds of sticky-fingered little kids

rushing through customs, parlez vous-ing like crazy,

that's not a bad cover, is it?

Not bad at all.

Yeah, little Willy carries the sandwiches,

inside the sandwiches are the whatever it is,

only thing from her are the diamonds.

Well, it's got to be important to be worth killing for.

First murder case I worked on was over an ace of clubs.

[budgie chirping]

[light dramatic music]

-You want Carter with you? -Of course.

[speaking in French] and start from there.

-What's that? -Hm.

Well, why not?

I'm not happy about Carter being in on it.

Well, don't you think he's earned it, guv?

You show me a vengeful copper, I'll show you a duff one.

Well, he knows that.

He's the sort, I've seen them before.

What sort?

The quiet ones, when they blow, watch it, they mean it,

-they start tearing up trees. -Yeah, well,

-I'll sit on him. -I don't want a court

full of war victims, none of that resisting arrest.

I read you.

Look, Jack, it's justice, not revenge.

It's a woman's life, a copper's wife, you know

and it's not some crafty dip into the petty cash.

No punch ups, that's not a suggestion, not a request,

it's an order.

[typewriter keys tapping]

Hello, Mrs. Davies.

Hello, dear.

-Had to happen, didn't it? -What?

It's these long engagements.

I didn't know you was engaged.

Had my ring on a chain around her neck.

Couldn't wait to leave.

Knew I was going up north on business.

When did she go, Wednesday?

-First thing. -That's it,

I was just going up the M1.

Didn't leave no address.

She'll write or call, I'm not worried about that,

I just don't like to think of her being lonely.

I can't help, sorry.

How did she leave?

Minicab.

[Alan] Usual one?

Reckon so.

Brighten up your weekend, Mrs. D.

Oh, thanks.

And this is her old address?

Hm, I went round as soon as she didn't come to school.

-Gone? -Bag and baggage.

You've no other address for her on your records,

you know, parents, next of kin?

Your best bet's the local Education authority.

Alright, Mr. Penketh, we'll call you

if we think of anything else, thank you.

You're welcome, sorry I couldn't help more.

[door closing]

[mellow funk music]

Why do you have to duplicate everything?

I can't understand you people.

Duplicate everything?

We could cut the taxis by half,

if only you people would do the work.

What are you rabbiting about?

Well, it's the same with everything,

half the bloody country's checking out the other half,

-aren't they? -Get to the point.

Well, you're the second lot of law,

-that's been in here already. -Second?

Yeah, same girl, same information,

same silly, bloody questions.

Did you ask to see his warrant card?

Well, no, I mean, why should I?

-I didn't know that-- -Give me that address quick.

[increasingly tense music]

[budgie chirping]

Alan.

How did you find me?

It wasn't difficult.

Did you kill Alison Carter?

Of course not.

I warned you, Judy, warned you.

I never thought they'd go that far.

[Alan] I told you what would happen.

-But-- -Listen,

you were carrying 30 to 50 grands' worth of diamonds

each trip three times a year, that's big business.

As much as that?

I had no idea.

They wouldn't let me tell you.

-So now what? -Pack your bags,

-we're gonna scarper. -Where to?

As far away from Reg Crofts as possible.

Get it over here as quick as you can, off.

George.

Go through the house and down the back,

there must be a back entrance.

Yeah, alright, give me a minute.

[upbeat music]

[ringing doorbell]

[budgie chirping]

[Judy] Yes?

[Jack] Miss Grinden, Judy Grinden?

[Judy] That's right.

I'm Detective Inspector Regan,

I'd like a word with you, if I may.

[George] Alright, stop!

-Stop! -Uh!

[coughing]

[George] Come on.

Why didn't you go to the police?

I was too scared, after what happened.

Alison Carter, she must have been a friend of yours?

She was, a good friend.

People like you make me puke, you're not worth helping.

That kid was murdered, you knew that, you!

Crofts Secondhand Motors off the Fulham Road,

do you know it?

[Jack] Was Crofts driving?

No.

Who was?

It's too late for that, darling.

Lad called Moxom.

Moxom, don't know him.

New talent, stoppo on one or two jobs.

Who set it up?

Crofts.

Okay, tell us the rest later.

[siren wailing]

[police radio broadcasting quietly]

You go with them, George.

Hey, you come with me.

[car engine starting]

[tires screeching]

[Central Operator] Central, Oscar 27.

Oscar 27.

[Central Operator] Message for DI Regan.

-Regan speaking. -Get on a landline

to Commander's Office, urgent.

Will do, off.

Damn!

[van horn tooting]

Up yours!

Wouldn't you bloody know it?

[car engine starting]

[mellow upbeat music]

[car engine stuttering]

Ah, ah, alright, alright!

-[thudding blow] -Uh!

Cuffs on.

What happened, where is everyone?

Down the local nick waiting to be charged.

No rough stuff?

You've got teeth marks on your truncheon.

No, Division will pick up Moxom.

Well, don't you wanna be in on it?

What's the point, I give him a good kicking,

I end up in Civvie Street, don't I?

No, I can do more damage from where I am.

[birds twittering]

♪ Anyway I know you're familiar ♪

♪ I've seen you around ♪

[phone ringing]

-Hello. -Hello, this is John,

will Alison be coming to the meeting?

-No. -Oh?

No, I'm sorry, she won't.

[John] Why's that?

She's had an accident, yeah, a motor accident.

[John] Oh, my God!

Was she badly hurt?

I'm afraid so, yeah.

-Oh, I'm sorry. -No, that's alright, mate,

you weren't to know.

-So see you. -Yeah, alright.

-Bye. -Bye.

♪ Life in the city ♪

♪ Isn't it a pity, a bridge you die ♪

[birds twittering]

Resynced Corrected By Chuck

[Mellow Sweeney Theme]