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CAR HORN

Morning.

Found anything? Not a thing, sir.

Has anyone been in here?

#VERA LYNN: When The Lights Go On Again

# When the lights go on again

# All over the world

# When the boys are home again

# All over the world

# And rain or snow is all

# That may fall from the skies above

# And it won't mean goodbye... #

When I was a boy,

I knew that one day I'd be famous.

That destiny had great things in store for me.

We were different, my parents and I.

"God's elect", my mother called us.

Unfortunately, this singled us out.

JEERING

If we WERE truly God's elect,

then surely He should have looked after us?

Lord, we thank Thee for the food we're about to eat.

And for watching o'er us.

In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, Redeemer and Saviour,

Amen.

Father,

why do other people hate us so much?

Don't interrupt him while he's eating.

It's aw reet, Emily.

It's cos we are God's elect.

They are not.

Cos of that,

they're jealous of us.

The Lord would never elect people like those.

Why has He elected us?

You see that mark?

That's the devil's mark.

I sinned and Satan branded me for it.

But God rescued me.

What kind of sin was it?

A sin of the flesh. Now eat your meat.

What's a sin of the flesh?

It's how all children are begotten.

How YOU were begotten.

In evil.

Why hasn't Mother got a scar?

It's cos your mother's an angel.

# Ave Maria

# Gratia plena

# Dominus tecum... #

Though my parents were Plymouth Brethren,

I was sent to a cathedral school.

A confusing choice

which, like so much in my childhood, was never explained.

# ..Jesu #

I therefore assumed that God reserved His branding instrument

for those sins of the flesh I was too young to understand.

Anything else was fair game.

(SCREAMS)

# BACH: Toccata And Fugue in D Minor:

My father built a wall at the end of the garden

to keep out those who weren't God's elect.

It was a happy childhood

and my parents both loved me.

But, looking back,

it wasn't normal...was it?

# BIG BAND MUSIC

That's how you come to see the man before you.

I don't want to blame my parents entirely for what happened.

They did, after all, teach me one thing.

It pays to stand out from the crowd.

Do you think I look like him? Who?

Ronald Colman. No. You look a lot more handsome.

Besides, I've been looking at him all week. Where have you been?Busy.

# BLUE CHAMPAGNE

I love this car. It's borrowed.

One day I'll have a car like this, though.

Shall we get married?

I can't. Mum and Dad wouldn't let me.

Besides, there's a war coming, you're bound to get called up.

There are ways of avoiding it.

We can get married in secret.

They needn't find out till it's over.

Mmm...I don't know, John.

What will you do for a living?

Be an inventor. I can make anything.

You just have to have a good idea that nobody's ever thought of.

Yeah, but is it going to make any money?

I've got something for you.

John, you shouldn't have.

What is it?

It's a stocking clip. I invented it myself.

It's...very nice, John. Shall I put it on for you?

Come on.

See, it's got this special clasp to put the stocking over. John...

You turn it and fold it over. There's your stocking.

There. You're the only girl in the world with one of those.

In fact, I'm going to patent it.

Everyone's saying there'll be war.

If that's true, they'll need great inventors.

Will it make any money? Yeah.

You just have to have a good idea nobody's thought of.

I've got a good idea.

What?

Come here.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

When the Nazis

made their ferocious attack on Manchester,

they adopted the now familiar tactic of flare dropping,

followed byincendiary bombs.

Why flares, goodness knows, for they still bomb indiscriminately.

The firefighting and other ARP services behaved magnificently.

Despite the worst time the city has experienced

since the outbreak of war,

the people's chins are up and protruding a little more than usual.

EXPLOSION

FIRE ENGINE

The opportunities thrown up by the war were endless.

Especially if you fancied making a little money.

After all, in those days, everyone trusted a man in uniform.

All right, no need for that.

John George Haigh.

This is the third time that you will have been sent to prison.

Moreover, I see that you are currently out on licence.

Clearly you have learnt nothing from the last experience.

I therefore hope that this time you WILL learn. And learn it well.

I sentence you to 21 months.

My last two prison sentences had been for fraud.

A man's got to survive, after all.

They hadn't been easy but my third promised to be even less so.

I vowed to turn it to my advantage.

Do you realise, without a body, there can be no conviction for murder?

Blimey. Get away.

That's true. The law is called corpus delicti.

So who are you going to murder?

Well, if you get 21 months for doing very little,

you might as well do something big.

For my country, of course.

This is what I call doing something for my country.

Doing time.

More acid here.

(GASPS)

RUMBLING

Probably heading for Sheffield again.

Or Manchester.

See what happens when you try to impress a woman.

Deceive your parents.

You have to pay for your sins.

I've been thinking about all the engineering opportunities

that the war has presented.

I've always had a turn for that.

If it's still on when I get out,

I'll show you.

I'll make something of myself.

We're glad.

Having Betty and the baby will really help me.

You know, having a family of my own.

She's left, Sonny.

And she took your daughter with her.

She really had gone.

And my daughter, too.

I'd never see or hear from them again.

There was now no reason for me to stay in the north.

A man of my talents must spread his wings.

TRAIN WHISTLE

London beckoned.

London.

The place where I could fulfil all my ambitions.

I rented a small basement in Kensington.

It wasn't much.

But it was a start.

# THE ANDREWS SISTERS: Oh, Johnny, Oh!

# Oh, Johnny, oh, Johnny

# How you can love... #

And then I ran into an old friend.

Mac?

I thought I recognised you. John.

Good to see you. What are you doing back in London?

Same as you. How the devil are you? Great.

How long's it been?

Well, since before the war.

It feels like a bloody eternity.

How are your parents? They're fine. How are yours?

Still all that hellfire and brimstone stuff?

It's their belief, Mac.

Of course...

We've all got to believe in something.

So, what are you doing?

Well, I got out of the pin table business.

The craze is over. Into property now.

This is my rent collector's outfit.

Well, you look very prosperous.

You, too.

Engineering. Consultative work.

You always did have a knack of falling on your feet.

How many properties do you own? Oh, a few, South London.

Dad counts every penny. You know what he's like.

Have you done your bit for King and country yet?

I'm in a reserved occupation. I help out with the ARP, though.

I've avoided it so far.

Dad says the war's going to be over soon, anyway.

You'll have to come and see us. Mum would be delighted. Here's my card.

We'd love to have you.

Well, I'd like that very much.

Here's mine.

Well, I'd better be off.

Got rents to collect.

Nonsense. Have another. Same again?

If you twist my arm. Consider it twisted.

# REMEMBER I LOVE YOU

TRAIN WHISTLE

The war taught me to take every opportunity.

I was also in love.

The trouble was, she was my employer's daughter.

CAR HORN

# Faithful for ever

# Whatever I do...

Gillian...

My goodness, John.

What happened?

I've wrecked the firm's car. I left it in the road.

Your father's going to be furious.

Don't worry about him. I'll telephone him to come for us.

You poor thing!

# Faithful for ever

# And thankful for you

# I'll keep smiling through... #

How does it feel?

Better for your touch.

The sooner these blackouts become dim-outs, the better.

You drive too fast. Nonsense.

It's these lamp-posts that jump into the middle of the road.

I hit the secret weapon.

Did I say I met an old friend the other day?

A chap I used to work for running pin table arcades.

I'm starting secretarial college next month.That's good.

It means I won't be able to see you quite so often.

Your education's more important

than spending time with a reckless fool like me.

I'm sure your father would agree.

You're not reckless.

Or a fool.

DOOR OPENS

Hello, Father. What's all this?

It's not what you're thinking. We just arranged to meet.

Wait in the car.

It was all my fault, Steven, don't be hard on her. Now, Gillian!

I gave you a job, John, I didn't give you my daughter too.

I'm sorry about the car.

That's not the point.

I want you to find employment elsewhere.

I thought you were happy with my work? I've had some good ideas.

Most of them concerning Gillian, it seems.

She's still a girl.

My little girl whom I look after till she's old enough

to look after herself. She's already that.

What are you saying?

Are you trying to say you know my daughter better than I do?No.

Good.

About the car, Steven.

If it's any consolation, I have a means to get extra petrol. Cheap too.

If you're interested.

You've got a bloody nerve.

I was the son of a sinner and an angel.

But it seemed I had taken after my father.

It was then that I had my great idea.

Guess who's come to see us?

Och, John! Good to see you again.

And you. I picked him up in a pub looking destitute.

John, where did you come from?

Amy, you haven't changed a bit.

Nonsense. How are your mother and father?

They're fine, thank you, fine.

John's in engineering now. Not in those clothes, he isn't.

Consultancy. Problem-solving.

Finding ways of doing things no-one's thought of before.

Union Group Engineering? Sounds impressive.

I brought you some presents. Oh, you shouldn't have.

Look at all this.

Tea...coffee...

Where did you get these?

Mothers should make tea, not ask questions.

Thank you.

Donald tells me

you're in property now. Aye.

Bricks and mortar.

They're the things to have nowadays.

We'll all need security after the war, even you, John.

You don't want to invest in a brilliant mind, do you, Dad?

John's an inventor.

Inventor? Of what?

I'm working on a folding golf bag trolley. It's early days.

Your father's right. What we need after this war are certainties.

Morning.

They caught up with you.

I haven't told Mum and Dad yet.

The thought of me fighting in that bloody war would terrify them.

Well, how I wish I could help you, Donald.

If I had a machine that could make people disappear...

What, that H.G. Wells story?

You'd make a fortune.

You could, you know. What?

Disappear.

I've thought about it.

I could go up to Scotland, I suppose,

but who'd look after Mum and Dad?

Well, I'll keep an eye on them, if you want.

If you like, I can collect the rents for you.

I couldn't ask you to. Well, I'm offering.

Look, why don't you pack a bag and disappear tonight?

I don't know.

It's not going to go away, you know.

You could stay the night at my place

and I'll take you to the station first thing tomorrow.

I'll show you some of my inventions.

You really would look after them?

Like their own son.

John,

am I glad I bumped into you again.

That's what friends are for.

Here we go. Mind your head.

What's your latest invention?

It's more of a modus operandi than an actual invention.

Sounds impressive, whatever it is. Oh, yes.

It's very impressive.

Now, what do you think of this?

I say! Does it work?

Yes, of course it works.

I'll show you.

'Donald?'

Donald?

Och, come back to bed.

I'm worried. It's late.

I'll wait up for him,

do some work.

He'll be out enjoying himself

with John.

(GROANS)

VOICES SAYING GOODNIGHT

# Just before I go to sleep

# There's a rendezvous I keep

# And a dream I always meet

# Helps me forget we're far apart

# I don't know exactly when, dear

# But I know we'll meet again, dear

# And, my darling, till we do

# You are always in my heart #

# I'M GOING TO GET LIT UP

Welcome to Glasgow, Mr McSwan.

Thank you. Take a seat.

Thank you.

Now, then, what can I do for you?

I've to be up here for a while on personal business

and I wanted someone to manage my affairs down south.

I want a power of attorney drawn up.

What kind of business are you in?

Property. I've a number of properties in London.

You'll also need a solicitor in London.

To enrol the power of attorney. No problem.

Right, then.

The gentleman you would like to grant power of attorney to?Haigh.

John George Haigh. A-I-G-H.

And where does Mr Haigh reside?

Kensington. Oh. A most fashionable area.

Oh, you know London? My wife and I spent our honeymoon there.

Derry's roof garden, Kensington. Do they still have flamingoes?

I imagine they've been removed for their own protection.

Very wise.

The reason I need this power of attorney

is that I might require Mr Haigh to sell my properties in the future.

I'll need Mr Haigh's signature.

A letter, signed by him.

Yes, that's no problem. We're in constant touch.

I will also need an accommodation address

so my parents can post my monthly allowance. May I use your office?

Of course. Mr Haigh's full address, please?

The Onslow Court Hotel, Kensington.

IRVING BERLIN: Top Hat # I'm putting on my top hat

# Tying up my white tie

# Brushing off my tails

# I'm dudeing up my shirt front

# Putting in the shirt studs

# Polishing my nails

# I'm stepping out, my dear

# To breathe an atmosphere that simply reeks with class

# And I trust that you'll excuse my dust when I step on the gas

# For I'll be there

# Putting on my top hat

# Messing up my white tie

# Dancing in my tails #

Afternoon. Good afternoon.

My name is Haigh. I have a room booked.

Onslow Court Hotel.

Ah, yes.

I've selected a room for you overlooking the square.

Will you be staying long? Yes, I think I will.

We've had a letter from Donald.

He says he's fine and he'll come back to London

as soon as the war's over.

He mentions you a lot in it.

I know how much he must miss you both.

I just hope he's doing the right thing.

Look at it this way.

At least he'll come home at the end of the war.

A lot of sons won't.

He...did say to me he was thinking

of selling his properties. Over my dead body, John.

They're in our family.

They're our, well, they're our sort of nest-egg for the future.

And the value's going to rise after the war.

Only a fool sells now. Donald knows that.

I don't think anyone knows what will happen. Property could go down.

Never.

I do hope he's feeding himself all right up there.

Look at you.

Get in out of the rain.

A girl your age shouldn't be waiting around on street corners.

And a man your age shouldn't be stopping at them.

#DON'T SIT UNDER THE APPLE TREE (WITH ANYONE ELSE BUT ME)

# Don't sit under the apple tree

# With anyone else but me

# Anyone else but me...

You must be doing well if you can afford to live here.

I can't afford it yet. But it makes a good business address.

My dad would kill me if he knew I was still going out with you.

No, I think he'd kill ME first.

When I'm 21, I shall be able to do exactly as I like.

Oh, Gillian, life's precious. Don't wish it all away.

I just want to marry you and be happy.

We ARE happy, aren't we?

Mr Haigh, I just had to pop over and meet your companion.

Mrs Durand-Deacon, this is...

You must call me Olive. Olive, this is Gillian.

Olive sits at the table next to me. How do you do?

We're practically neighbours, you might say.

Would it be presumptuous of me to ask for a dance?

Well, if you don't mind?

No, why should I?

# Don't sit under the apple tree

# With anyone else but me

# Till I come marching home #

THE WESTMINSTER CHIMES

WINSTON CHURCHILL: 'Hostilities will end officially

at one minute after midnight tonight,

Tuesday, the 8th of May.

But in the interests of saving lives,

the ceasefire began yesterday

to be sounded along all the fronts.

The German war is, therefore, at an end.'

Thank God!

Oh, Mr Haigh.

Mr Haigh! Olive, surely no time for tears?

All our young men will be coming home.

ALL: # For he's a jolly good fellow

# And so say all of us

# And so say all of us

# For he's a jolly good fellow

# For he's a jolly good fellow

# And so say all of us # APPLAUSE

Donald's here in London?

Yes, he's waiting in my workshop right now.

He didn't want to come home in case they're still after him.

Can't we wait for Amy?

Tell you what, why don't I drive you to see Donald now,

then while you're chatting, I'll fetch Amy. Right.

Will I need my coat?

Yes, you don't want to catch a chill, do you?

# VERA LYNN: When The Lights Go On Again

# When the lights go on again

# All over the world...

Here we are, then.

Be it ever so humble.

Oh? Aye. Where is he?

Just in there. Hey, Donald.

# And rain or snow is all

# That may fall from the skies above

# A kiss won't mean goodbye

# But hello to love

# When the lights go on again...

I think he's lost a bit of weight. What do you think?

I'll soon feed him up.

Ohh...

(SCREAMS)

No, no, no.

(SCREAMS LOUDER)

Get down!

# Then we'll have time for things

# Like wedding rings

# And free hearts will sing

# When the lights go on again

# All over the world #

(GRUNTS)

# THE INK SPOTS: Do I Worry # Do I worry

# Cos you're stepping out?

# Do I worry

# Cos you've got me in doubt?

# Though your kisses aren't right...

Hello. This is Lucky Luke.

I'd like to place £50 to win, please,

on Little Lady in the 1:30 at Aintree.

Yes.

I'd also like to place £50 on Shining Victory at Ascot.

That's also to win.

Yeah, my account number's 065.

Thank you.

# Do I lose any sleep...

Would you mind doing your dodgy deals elsewhere, young man?

# Do I worry

# You can bet your life I do...

RADIO: RACING COMMENTARY

# Am I frantic

# Cos we've lost that spark?

# Is there panic

# When it starts turning dark?

# And when evening shadows creep

# Do I lose any sleep over you?

# Do I worry?

# You can bet your life I do #

Good morning, Mr Haigh. Morning, Olive.

How is your young lady?

My young lady? She's fine, thank you.

I was just thinking, a man like you shouldn't be alone.

Not in a place like this. A man like you needs a wife.

Well, it doesn't do to rush into these things.

My husband was a colonel

in the Glorious Gloucesters. A fine man.

He died...seven years ago.

I'm sorry.

Well, at least when your husband's dead, you always know where he is.

What business are you in?

I'm an engineer. I patent new inventions.

How remarkable.

What sort of things do you invent?

Well, at the moment I'm working on a prototype hammer

for drilling small diameter holes into granite.

Really?

All the more reason to marry.

A woman needs a man like you about the house.

Yes, well, I am working on it, I assure you.

# STAY AS SWEET AS YOU ARE

Oh, this is such a treat.

Well, a girl needs a little pampering every now and again.

Just don't tell your father.

You know, I think Dad suspects.

Well, it won't matter in a year or so.

I can't wait that long.

You know, we could run away together.

Everybody I know is getting married.

You have to respect your father's wishes. Why?

Because he's your father. Take it from me.

Nothing will go right if we go against your father.

How do you know?Let's just say I'm superstitious. He'll like me in time.

I almost forgot.

I bought us these. The Wigmore Hall tomorrow night.

Mendelssohn and Bruch.

And don't forget you promised to take me to your workshop.

I'm moving. I've found new premises in Crawley.

Just a few minutes from you. And your father.

We'll practically be neighbours. Really?

Yes.

I'm not sure.

All right. Have a think about those.

In the meantime, take a look at this.

It's electrically-powered.

It'll travel at 12 miles an hour.

Go over 50 miles

on one battery.

Every boy's dream.

SHOUTING

I said this was too small, but you wouldn't listen.

It will fit.It won't. I've been upstairs and measured it.

We can't fit any more furniture in. The new owners.

A doctor and his wife. They're moving into the flat above.

What do you want me to do? Cut it in half?

You don't need a drink, Archie, it's 11 am!

Can I be of assistance?

My name's Haigh. John Haigh.

That's it. Up we go. Don't put it down till it's lined up. There.

How's that looking?

Now, why didn't WE think of that? Very often,

complex problems have simple solutions. Are you an engineer?

Oh, no, no. I'm an inventor.

Oh...

Hello, who's this?

This is Pat. Hello, Pat.

I used to have a dog when I was young.

Which one of you plays?

I do. Actually, my first husband was an inventor.

Perhaps you've heard of him?

Rudolph Acken. No, I'm afraid I haven't.

He was a flying ace in the Great War.

He invented an engine which used sea water.

It increased submarine range substantially.

I thought all inventors knew about one another?

Would you care for a whisky?

If I can find it.

Perhaps Mr Haigh would like to spend a musical evening with us?

Yes, I'd like that very much.

I do like a man with imagination. Don't you, Archie?

Oh, yes.

Beautiful tone. Your piano.

Ow!

# DEBUSSY: Clair De Lune

That was absolutely lovely.

Thank you. Bravo.

Do you sing, John?

That'd be a sure way of ruining a wonderful friendship.

Another whisky?Tu ne penses pas encore boire, cheri?

It's our house-warming.

Flat-warming, you mean.

These inventions of yours.

Do you patent them?

What I patent, Arnold, are simply improvements to existing ideas.

Like Edison. He wasn't so much an original inventor

as an improver of other people's notions.

He took gas-lighting

and gave us the electric light.

What was the pneumatic tyre an improvement on?

I don't know.

It wasn't.

That was an original invention.

Vulcanisation of rubber.

There's another one.

I understand the fellow who conceived the idea

of putting a rubber on the end of a pencil made £20,000.

Is that so? Don't try to score points, Arnold.

John's our guest.May I say, Rose, what a wonderful hostess you make.

Thanks.

You haven't seen my surgery yet.

Come on through. If you'll excuse us.

It's on the right.

What does he want, Rose?

I don't know what you mean.

A man like that always wants something.

Dr Henderson.

I wouldn't let Rose's brother worry you.

I didn't.

Cigar? Oh, thank you.

Were you in the Medical Corps?

Yes. How about you?

Reserved occupation.

My old Army revolver. Enfield 38.

Did you ever shoot anyone?

Good heavens, no. I'm a doctor.

I'm saving these bullets for Attlee and Bevan.

All that bloody national health nonsense.

It's going to put good doctors out of business.

Between us, that's why we had to move to this mouse hole of a place.

We needed the ready capital.

Do you like to gamble, Archie?

Who doesn't?

It's Rose's money, though. She keeps a tight rein on it.

But not on you.

Between ourselves,

I have quite a bit stashed away Rose knows nothing about.

Have you? Well done.

Another concert tonight, Mr Haigh? Yes.

I was giving it tonight.

I'll play for YOU sometime, if you like.

# TCHAIKOVSKY: Swan Lake

BUZZ

Swan Lake Hotel. Oh, sorry.

DOCTOR: 'Funny things, women.'

If we rowed about sex, it'd spice things up, but it's always money.

If I had a wife like Rose, I'd be very thankful.

You wouldn't like to have to fund her lifestyle.

Parties, clubs.

She likes to be seen. Small wonder we're always broke.

Well, I'm sure your new practice will pick up.

Private practice is doomed.

We've been thinking of going off to South Africa.

Very nice, I'm told.

Wouldn't your friends miss you?

Friends?

Hangers-on, more like.

While the champagne flows, they invite themselves round.

But once it stops, they forget who you are.

Well, you'll be pleased to know I'm not like that.

I like you, John.

I like a man who's straightforward.

So many aren't.

The war's corrupted so many people these days.

Everybody wants something for nothing.

I've been working on a new system for betting.

I think it's pretty much foolproof. Really?

I haven't tried it yet.

What the hell are we waiting for?

RADIO: RACING COMMENTARY

It's winning. Yes, come on.

Are you all right, my dear? I mustn't be seen, Mr Haigh.

They wouldn't approve, you being a guest.

Tonight, Mrs Bird, you are MY guest and I heartily approve.

Gillian.

Hold that, will you, my dear? I'll be back in a moment.

Gillian, please!

Please.

Gillian, let me explain. I don't want to talk about it.

She operates the switchboard at the hotel. In your car (?)

I had tickets for a concert we'd seen. She said she wanted to go.

I bet she did!

She means nothing to me.

She's married. You're the only girl for me.

Then, why do you not show it?

What do you mean?

I mean...

I mean in...the way that other people do.

I've never made love to another woman

in all the time I've been seeing you.

When I do,

it'll be with YOU. When?

When you're old enough.

I'm old enough now!

We're seeing each other behind your father's back.

I wish it wasn't true, but it is.

I just don't want things to go wrong between us.

Can I come under your umbrella?

Don't be like this with me, Gillian.

How do you expect me to be?

A bit more grown-up.

I AM grown-up.

And I FEEL grown-up.

Gillian...

Victoria Station, please.

'She sounds quite a gem. I'd look after her.'

Well, she's still very immature.

I think you love her.

I was hurt by a woman once, a long time ago. I swore I'd never

let that happen again. Perhaps you have to learn to trust.

I trust my parents, Rose, no-one else.

I put a lot of faith in Arnold, my brother.

He's usually right. His advice has never been wrong.

They do say that blood is thicker than water. More tea?

I do wish Archie would hurry up.

When Archie's finished in his surgery,

I thought I'd show him my workshop.

Didn't he tell you? Tomorrow we're off to the coast.

Tonight will be spent packing.

Ah. Well...no.

No, he didn't tell me. How nice.

How long for? Two weeks.

Things haven't been going very well for us lately.

We just need to spend a little more time together. On our own.

I understand. Some other time.

Send me a postcard.

# FRANK SINATRA: This Love Of Mine # This love of mine

# Goes on and on

# Though life is empty...

Can I have keys to the flat upstairs?

# Since you have gone

# You're always on my mind

# Though out of sight

# It's lonesome through the day

# And all the night

# I cry my heart out

# It's bound to break... #

Ne va pas loin, Pat!

Pat!

Hey, Pat!

Oh, no.

Guess who? Hi.

Be polite to him, Rose.

He enjoys our company. Beautiful day,

isn't it, for February?

Absolutely splendid.

I thought you folks might appreciate a little company.

That's very thoughtful of you.

In fact, we were just going back to the hotel to have tea.

Why don't you join us? Why don't you two have tea?

I have shopping to do. Don't spend the lot.

If I want to spend my money, Archie, I will.

Perhaps you'll join us for dinner later?

I'd like that very much.

Well, enjoy your afternoon with my husband. Allez, Pat!

Pat! Pat!

I've got a better idea.

Why don't we go to my workshop instead?

It's nearer here than from London.

Sounds fine to me. Where exactly is it?

So, what inventions are you working on?

Improvements mainly, Archie.

In fact, there's one big improvement I've made to a very old idea.

Yes?

It's very small.

Small place, big mind, eh?

I say, very cosy.

John...

GUNSHOT

Allez, Pat. Good boy.

There.

I say, please,

bags in the car, thank you.

How much do I owe you?

Thanks.

Oh, thank you very much.

Rose, bad news about Archie. What?

I'm afraid he's been taken ill at my workshop. Your workshop?

Ill? What do you mean, ill? Nothing serious.

He's complaining about chest pains. I said I'd fetch you.

Porter, see to my dog. I need to go right now.

One of my girls is with him. Have you called a doctor?

Said he didn't want one. He knows best. My car's just here.

Damned fool!

I warned him about his drinking. He wouldn't listen.

How much further, exactly?

Not far, Rose. Three miles, maybe four.

Good God, is this it?

I was expecting a factory.

Archie's going to be so pleased to see you.

GUNSHOT

Busy day, John?

Yes, plenty on.

# THE INK SPOTS: Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall

# Into each life some rain must fall

# But too much is falling in mine

# Into each heart some tears must fall

# But some day the sun will shine

# Some folks can lose the blues in their heart

# But when I think of you

# Another shower starts

# Into each life some rain must fall

# But too much is falling in mine #

# Into each life some rain must fall

# But too much, too much, is falling in mine #

TYPEWRITER

'Dear Arnold,

I'm sorry to say Archie and I had a perfect bust-up at Brighton

and he threatened to commit suicide if I left him.

We are earnestly considering emigration to South Africa.'

(WHISTLES)

Hello, Pat, come on, boy.

There you go.

(WHISTLES)

FOOTSTEPS

DOOR OPENS

FOOTSTEPS

Arnold. Where are Rose and Archie?

Didn't you get Rose's letter?

I got it this morning. I thought they'd still be here.

Oh, they went this morning. I took them to the station.

So, where are they now?

Oh, they're travelling around, keeping moving, you know.

So, what are YOU doing here?

Archie spoke of seeing a solicitor about me having power of attorney.

You?

Then they're off to South Africa to start a new life.

But they've just bought this bloody flat and a shop. And why you?

You've barely known them six months.

Well, if you must know,

I loaned Archie £2,500.

To help him out of his financial difficulties.

We arranged that if he didn't repay the loan in two months,

the properties be made over to me.

I loaned Rose capital only recently.

And I have to tell you

that the toy shop was put up as collateral for ME.

There was a lot of confusion in Archie's mind.

Confusion? Because of the problems they had.

Mr Haigh,

if I don't get a satisfactory answer

as to why my sister and brother-in-law

have suddenly decided to trust YOU instead of me,

I am going to the police.

I wouldn't advise you to do that, Arnold.

All right, I'll tell you.

Rose didn't want you to know the truth.

Archie performed an abortion that went wrong.

Archie wouldn't do that.

A girl died. That's why they decided to leave. Archie could face charges.

It just doesn't sound like Archie.

I'd worry about Rose.

Why haven't they given me an address? Any address?

They haven't given ME one.

And I wish they had.

Why haven't they taken the dog?

They're on the run. I'm going to have to take Pat back to my hotel.

He'll be well looked after, I assure you.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I've got a rather urgent conversion job at my workshop.

Tell you what, why don't you come along?

Thank you, but...

I've got a long drive.

I promised my wife I'd be back tonight.

Well, bring her down. Be my guests for a couple of days.

After all, we've all got Rose and Archie's best interests at heart.

We'll see. Cheerio.

Hello, John.

Steven.

Busy?

Yes. Good.

Look, I wanted to have a man-to-man chat with you about Gillian.

Have you got the time? Of course.

We're both intelligent men.

We both know Gillian's going to do whatever she wants,

whether I want her to or not. You see what I'm getting at?

I think so.

I mistrusted you, John. Perhaps I was wrong.

In what way?

It seems that...

you have taken a more responsible attitude towards Gillian than I...

Well, let's just say that what she's said

has made me think differently about you.

She IS very impressionable.

I...

I thought you were only after one thing, John.

I assure you,

I have her best interests at heart.

So,

this is your new premises? Yes.

Can I take a look?

I've had an acid spill.

Oh, well, I've had a few of those.

I could help you clear it up.

I'm fine. Just letting the fumes clear.

Well, if you're sure there's nothing I can do?

You could tell Gillian that I'll contact her tomorrow.

I was rather hoping you might do that tonight.

Only, she won't stop crying.

# LAUGHING ON THE OUTSIDE

# The crowd sees me out dancing

# Carefree and romancing

# Happy with my someone new

# I'm laughing on the outside

# Crying on the inside

# Cos I'm still in love with you

# They see me night and daytime

# Having such a gay time

# They don't know what I go through...

Mrs Bird.

# I'm laughing on the outside

# Crying on the inside

# Cos I'm still in love with you

# No-one knows it's just a pose

# Pretending I'm glad we're apart

# And when I cry

# My eyes are dry

# The tears are in my heart

# My darling, can't we make up?

# Ever since our break-up

# Make-believe is all I do

# I'm laughing on the outside

# Crying on the inside

# Cos I'm still in love with you

# No-one knows it's just a pose

# Pretending I'm glad we're apart

# And when I cry

# My eyes are dry

# The tears are in my heart

# My darling, can't we make up?

# Ever since our break-up

# Make-believe is all I do

# I'm laughing on the outside

# Crying on the inside

# Cos I'm still in love with you

# Cos I'm still

# in love

# with you #

CAR HORN

They feed you well at this hotel, then, do they?

Yes. Very well.

It's a bit extravagant.

Did you get the socks

I knitted for you? Yes.

Thanks, Mum.

And your business is doing well?

I sold a couple of properties for a friend.

Made quite a bit of money out of them.

Do you ever hear anything of Betty?

Why should we, son?

Oh, it's just that I've met a girl I'd quite like to marry.

Betty's still your wife.

I know she is.

Her name's Gillian.

She looks very young.

If you do hear anything of Betty,

I'd appreciate it if you'd let me know.

She...moves outside of our circles, son.

I'm sure you'd approve. I think I've found the right one this time.

Let's pray that that's so, Sonny.

Now let us give thanks

to the Lord who shelters us from all evil

and who, by His word,

keeps us safe from the sins of the world.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

RADIO: RACING COMMENTARY

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

"..it's fallen..." Oh!

Mr Haigh. These are for you.

Oh, thank you.

There is one other matter.

Your bill.

I'm afraid it's in arrears. I should be able to settle that

in a couple of days. It's rather a great deal in arrears.

Is it?

Yes. Is he all right?

Hmmm? He doesn't seem to be very well.

Yes, he's fine. He's just a bit tired today.

Come on, Pat.

Come on, come on, Pat. Come on.

That's it.

I'm afraid it's a stroke.

It's also his age. It comes to us all.

I'm sorry.

What...

What's the kindest thing to do?

The kindest thing

would be to remember him as he was.

Would you like me to take him?

Please.

Come on, old boy.

Morning.

Do you believe, John, that Shakespeare was the true bard?

Pardon?

Or do you think it was Mr Bacon?

I'm quite convinced it was Mr Bacon.

I've never considered it, Olive.

My society believes it was Mr Bacon.

Oh, damn it, there goes another one. What?

Fingernails.

I buy these at the Army & Navy Stores in Victoria

but, oh, they make my hands look almost claw-like.

They're SUCH an important fashion accessory.

You're an inventor, John.

Do you think you could improve on these?

I work mainly in metal and...

..wood. Let me see.

If they'd just stay on, it would be a blessing.

Well, I think I could have a go. Do you really?

Mmm. Why don't you come to my workshop and I'll take a fitting?

See what can be done. Who knows? I might end up taking out a patent.

Oh, that would be wonderful.

# You always hurt

# The one you love

# The one you shouldn't hurt at all

# You always take

# The sweetest rose

# And crush it

# Till the petals fall

# You always hurt... Afternoon, John.

Business good? Yes, thank you, Derek. Picking up.

# ..the gladdest heart

# With a hasty word you can't recall, SO...

# If I broke your heart last night...

It's all there, Mrs Kirkwood.

Mr Haigh, I'm terribly worried about Olive.

She hasn't been at her table for two days and she's not in her room.

I'm sure she's all right.

She told me that she was going to Crawley with you.

That's right. But she didn't turn up.

I'd arranged to meet her outside the Army & Navy Store in Victoria.

Well, that's not like Olive at all. Didn't she have a sister somewhere?

Well, she's not there. I've tried.

Maybe she's left. Left?

We've both lived here for five years.

I'm going to the police. Why don't you give her one more day?

One more day might be too late.

Something's happened to her.

Well, if that's how you feel, let's go to the police together.

I can give you a lift.

I'll get my coat.

Righto.

# You always break

# The kindest heart

Where are we going?

This isn't the way to the police station.

Isn't it? No, it isn't. Silly me.

# If I broke your heart last night

# It's because

# I loved you most of all #

Right. Can I have the lady's full name, please?

Olive Henrietta Helen

Olivia Robarts Durand-Deacon.

Right. I'll take over,

Sergeant Lambourne.

I'm sorry, madam. What did you say the lady's name was?

Olive Henrietta Helen Olivia Robarts Durand-Deacon.

That's Durand-Deacon with a hyphen. And Robarts has an A, not an E.

How long has she been missing? Since Friday.

She was wearing a black astrakhan coat and all of her jewellery.

And she didn't turn up for your appointment?

That's right. She was coming to my workshop

to get me to manufacture artificial fingernails.

Artificial fingernails...

That's right. They're a ladies' fashion accessory.

Well, I don't think either of you have any need to worry.

In my experience, elderly widows do sometimes just wander off.

Cats and dogs may wander off

but Olive and I do not.

I assure you we'll do everything we possibly can to trace her.

Well, you can contact us at the hotel, it's Kensington 6300.

Olive Henrietta Helen

Olivia Robarts Durand-Deacon. How the hell do you go missing

with a name like that? Bit like that Hitchcock film.

The Lady Vanishes.

SHE vanished on a train,

Sergeant Lambourne. Yes, I know, sir.

'I do find it reassuring that you're taking it so seriously.'

You've lived here four years, I believe?

Almost part of the fittings.

I need a good address for my business.

As a matter of fact, I'm working on a little invention

that YOU might be interested in.

It threads needles automatically.

I don't get a lot of time in my job for housework.

You're not married?

It often puzzles me, Mr Haigh.

Didn't you worry when Olive didn't turn up?

I assumed she'd changed her mind.

After all, that's the prerogative of your sex, isn't it?

Mr Haigh.

The press are downstairs. They want to take your photograph.

Why me? They're making quite a story out of it.

No-one's seen her for four days.

Tell them he'll be right down. You should do it.

Any publicity at this stage is bound to help.

Bloody hell.

Bloody hell!

Mr Haigh?

Detective Sergeant Heslin, CID.

Could we have some of your time, please?

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr Burlin.

What do you know

about a missing Archie Henderson and his wife?

Should I know anything?

We found this in your workshop.

All right.

What about the disappearance of a Mrs Durand-Deacon?

I told the policewoman everything I know.

Well, I don't think so.

All right.

I'll tell you the truth, shall I?

Mrs Durand-Deacon no longer exists.

She's completely disappeared.

I destroyed her with acid.

You can't prove murder without a body, can you?

Any luck? None, sir.

There must be something.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

What's happening? There's been a murder.

My God.

Excuse me, um, I know the gentleman

who owns these premises. Is he all right?

Just stay back there, please, Miss. I have to know.

They're looking for a body. He's the Home Office pathologist.

So far we've found two and a half gallstones,

part of a human pelvis,

a section of foot

and an unspecified quantity of body fat.

It seems that not everything dissolves in acid.

Do you want to start talking?

What would you like me to talk about?

How many bodies?

There's Mrs Durand-Deacon.

The Hendersons.

Oh, and a family called McSwan.

Three of them. Mother, father and son.

Then there were three others whose names I don't know.

They were complete strangers.

I just picked them up.

I suppose that's nine.

Nine...

Mmm.

I believe my arithmetic's correct.

Why did you kill them?

It wasn't for the money or the properties or anything like that.

These were...incidentals.

It all started with a dream I used to have as a small child.

I'm in a forest full of giant crucifixes

that suddenly turn into big trees dripping blood.

And there's a stranger there

with a bowl of the blood,

offering it to me and saying,

"Drink."

And from the very first day I had that dream,

I knew that I always wanted to be a vampire.

I sank a penknife into the neck of each of my victims

and drank their blood.

How much...

..blood?

Oh. About a pint.

I couldn't have a cup of tea, could I?

Is he mad?

Or am I mental listening to him?

Tell me, Sergeant Lambourne,

what are the chances of someone being released from Broadmoor?

Convincing them you're mad?

You'd invent a way. Is that what you're trying to do now?

You're not a vampire, are you, Mr Haigh?

I suppose that's up to a jury, isn't it?

POUNDING ON DOOR

Mr Haigh, would you care to comment on your son's conviction for murder?

Will you be visiting him

in the death cell, Mr Haigh? Will you go away

and leave us alone? John!

Mr Haigh, I just need five minutes. Only five minutes.

(SOBS)

Oh, they've got in!

Oh, God!

(WAILS)

You must be brave, Gillian.

Terribly brave.

It's been great fun.

We've been very happy, haven't we?

I'll treasure our memories.

And you must, too.

You've got the rest of your life.

I wanted it with you.

They're...saying you had a wife.

I was going to tell you. One day.

That scarcely matters now, does it?

Why did you do those things? You were never in any danger.

How can I be sure of that?

Cos that's the truth.

And the vampire story, was that the truth?

No.

How do I know what to believe?

Because this is John speaking.

YOUR John. I found more pleasure in your company than anything else.

And me.

With you.

My parents...

They can't come and visit me.

Would you...at least write to them

after I'm gone?

Do you promise?

(CRIES)

..the soul of this poor servant, John.

And beseech you to admit him into the number of the blessed

and that all the saints and elects of God intercede for him.

So that when free from the prison of his body,

he may be admitted into the Kingdom of Heaven.

Through the merits of our Lord Christ,

who lives and reigns with the Father and the Holy Spirit,

world without end.

The blessing of God Almighty,

the Father, the Son

and the Holy Ghost,

descend upon you

and remain with you always.

You thought we were God's elect.

We were not.

It's very good of you to come, Miss Rogers.

It must be difficult for you, too.

I...did write to you.

But I felt I had to come and tell you both

how much he loved you.

The...end.

Was it...? Very quick.

He didn't suffer.

They fed him all right? Yes.

Yes, they fed him.

Did he look smart?

Our Johnny?

Yes. Yes, he always dressed smartly, didn't he?

Even at the end.

They're saying we made him what he was.

They're saying he was a monster.

It's not true, is it?

No.

No, that's not true.

And what will YOU do now?

John was always saying I should grow up.

I suppose I'll do that.

# VERA LYNN: We'll Meet Again

# Let's say goodbye with a smile, dear

# Just for a while, dear

# We must part

# Don't let this parting upset you

# I'll not forget you

# Sweetheart #

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