"Sam?" "It's your auntie Heather." "Now, there." "Who's my lovely boy, eh?" "Oh, you poor little love." "You'll be better soon." "D'you know, it breaks my heart to see you like this." "Remember." "Your auntie Heather will always be here for you." "You've always been my favourite nephew, Sam." "Somebody, please." "Oh, come on." "Don't do this to me." "Talk to me, somebody, please." "My name is Sam Tyler." "I had an accident and I woke up in 1973." "Am i mad?" "In a coma?" "Or back in time?" "Whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet." "Now maybe if I can work out a reason, I can get home." "Series Two Episode Four" "Nice day for it!" "Woman in her twenties." "Dead." "I didn't think she was sunbathing, did I?" "Who found her?" "That foul-mouthed inbred over there." "Shit bloody shit." "Shit with my dad." "Bugger." "Arsehole." "Charming." "She's not inbred." "She probably got Tourette's." "They were playing doctors and nurses." "Came across the real thing." "Any signs of sexual assault?" "It's hard tell merely, guv." "She still got her knickers on." "For Christ's sake, Chris!" "She's somebody's daughter!" "What's that smell?" "Dog shit everywhere around here, boss." "Nice." "So what can you tell from sniffing the victim's hair, DI Tyler?" "Nothing, it's just..." "Perhaps we should get her to the morgue." "And we could have a good sniff away from prying eyes." "So where d'you meet her?" "At the ice rink." "I skated over her thumb." "Take my advice." "Get a pint of Pernod and Black down, do what you like to her after that." "What're you hoping for, upstairs inside?" "Don't really know, guv." "It's got to be inside downstairs, guv." "What, the first date?" "She's not a prosy." "Is she?" "No." "First date, upstairs inside." "He's not gonna marry her." "What's the matter with you?" "Cause of death would appear to be a blow to the head." "Possibly struck against a wall or a curb." "Raped?" "Hard to say." "There's certainly evidences of rough sexual intercourse, but nothing to say forced entry." "Would you stop sniffing that poor woman?" "She's wearing a very distinctive perfume." "There was one thing that might interest you, DCI Hunt." "What?" "La Fleur de Mort." "D'you know I once hit a bloke for speaking French?" "Flower of Death." "I don't believe you." "I had quite a job getting her fingers open due to the advanced rigor mortis, but there was a little gift waiting for me." "Five years ago, this was a frightened city." "Five women raped and murdered." "They called him Manc the Knife." "We took a lot of stick, me more than anyone." "But we caught him." "Terrence Finn." "A right little pervert." "He was sent down for life, and the city breathed again." "Terrence Finn died in prison two years ago." "Not a single tear we shed." "Annie?" "What's happened?" "We were arresting this suspect, he were only a little lad, but he were to strong for Cartwright." "Felt her tits and legged it off down the street." "Yeah, well he took me by surprise." "You okay?" "I told you this'd happen." "Fine behind a desk, shit on the streets." "I'm talking here!" "Right." "Each of the victims had a crushed red geranium in their hand." "Like a calling card." "And this morning, the body of a young woman was found." "She had a crushed red geranium in her hand." "So what're you saying?" "We might have banged up the wrong bloke." "Don't get me wrong," "Terrence Finn was a scrote, I don't give a toss about him." "But if we did get it wrong," "I want this man caught before he kills again." "This is my city." "And it will be a safe place for my wife and my mum to walk around." "Is that understood?" "Yes, guv." "Find out who the dead woman was, find out who killed her." "Do it now." "Hold on, do it tomorrow morning, first thing." "Beer o'clock, gentlemen." "You okay?" "Fine, thank you sir." "Can I buy you a drink?" "No, thank you." "At least, let me walk you home." "Why would I want you to walk me home?" "Because, you heard what the guv said, there might be a killer on the loose." "Would you walk Chris and Ray home?" "I don't need your help, I can walk myself home, sir." "Stay the hell away!" "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm alright." "Who was driving that car?" "I don't know." "I'm a police officer." "Who was driving that car?" "He just pulled up." "Asked if I wanted a lift." "So you got in the car." "Not very sensible, is it?" "What did he look like?" "Dunno, ordinary." "Average." "You've got lovely hands." "Are you sure you're a copper?" "Is that your perfume?" "Could be the bins." "Look." "This is serious." "I'll get us another drink." "There you go, love." "Thanks." "Beauvoir lady?" "I knew I'd recognized the victim's perfume." "My auntie was a Beauvoir lady, she smelled exactly the same." "Her and a thousand other women." "Telephone all Beauvoir ladies in Manchester," "I guarantee you will find one of them missing." "There was no connection to Beauvoir ladies five years ago." "Maybe you missed something." "Maybe we did!" "Just let me do this one thing, guv." "If nothing comes of it, I promise I won't mention it again." "Two hours." "No, nobody's done anything wrong, we just wonder if you've noticed anything unusual..." "How did it go?" "Good, good." "It's gonna take ages to get through this lot." "Don't tell me." "Upstairs outside and you got a slap." "You found my killer yet?" "Nope, not yet." "Now you've got twenty minutes." "Hey Chris, how was your hot date?" "Downstairs outside?" "No, I won't be seeing her again." "Never mind, son, plenty more slags in the sea!" "Just took a call from a man who's worried about his wife." "Hasn't seen her for 24 hours." "Her name's Sondra Tropman." "She's a Beauvoir lady." "Our house was always full of women." "Especially after Dad left." "Me auntie Heather used to come over all the time." "She's one of those people, as soon she walks into a room, the world's a better place." "What're you doing?" "I miss her." "I miss all of them." "Is this what we're here for, sir?" "Yeah." "Denise." "Piss off." "Just wanna talk to you." "Get off me!" "Easy, easy." "Why don't you just leave me alone?" "We can't do that, Denise." "I have to know who pushed you out of the car, Denise." "I've told you." "I don't know." "A woman died, you know." "She was murdered." "I'm sorry about that." "But it's nothing to do with me." "Why are you lying?" "Who are you trying to protect?" "If I knew him, I'd say, wouldn't I?" "Did you know the dead girl, Denise?" "She was a Beauvoir lady, too." "Sondra Tropman." "Did you ever work with her?" "Oh, my god." "Here, drink this, Denise." "I'm sorry I have to ask you these questions." "Take your time." "I told Sondra he was bad news." "He..." "He runs these parties." "You know, car keys on the table stuff." "What do you do at these parties?" "Serve drinks and stuff into stupid togas." "If one of the blokes didn't fancy the wife he'd been given, then we'd help out." "And Sondra worked these parties with you?" "The bloke seemed really fond of her." "Almost too fond, you know." "When she didn't ring for a few days, I asked him if he'd seen her." "That's when he threw you out of the car." "He's a powerful man." "He knows all sorts." "Masons, coppers." "Who is he?" "If he killed Sondra, he'll kill anyone of us." "I need his name, Denise." "Roger Twilling." "44 years-old, successful business man." "Very popular in the business community." "Gives a lot to charity." "I hate people who give to charity." "Lives in Chorlton, where he holds discreet sex parties." "What happens to these parties?" "Well, if you were invited, and he's very fussy who he invites, you would put your car keys in a bowl." "The wives dip their hands in, pull out a key." "Really?" "What, in Chorlton?" "Are you taking this seriously, guv?" "The bloke who murdered those women was brutal, Sam." "Vicious, clever." "Led me a right merry little dance." "Yeah?" "So let's get him." "The one thing he wasn't was a prat selling overpriced motors." "It is the only lead we got." "We know one of the victims knew him, possibly intimately." "We know he's into holding these discreet sex parties." "Hang on, over there." "Red Lotus." "Denise Williams was thrown out of that car, by that man." "So?" "Pushed a bird out of a car." "Doesn't make him a bad bloke." "I'll pull him in then." "I'll dance the fandango on his head." "He's too clever for that." "So how do we get to him then, Gladys?" "It's called surveillance." "Doesn't sound very manly." ""Manly"?" "It's not proper police work, is it, spying on people?" "I did what you said." "I got a whole lot of Pernod and Black down." "What happened?" "It's the future." "One day, the vast majority of police work will be surveillance." "Gathering information, feeding that information into computers..." "Well I hope I'm dead by the time that happens." "I shouldn't worry too much about that." "Go on, what happened?" "Well, I had a few drinks myself, otherwise it would've been suspicious." "So, I've got me hand on her tits..." "Outside, upstairs." "Good boy." "I take it there isn't a human rights law restricting..." "Will you shut up?" "This is making me quite randy!" "Well..." "I went to kiss her and..." "It all came out." "What did?" "You got sick on her?" "Over her face and the mouth." "Oh, Chris." "I'm off." "Oh, dear." "Chris, you are a moron." "Hello?" "Hello?" "Auntie Heather?" "Sorry love, wrong number." "Talk to me, somebody!" "Don't dare leaving me on my own." "Boss?" "Chris." "Really interesting stuff, boss." "Surveillance." "It's cutting edge." "Thanks, Chris." "Can I help you?" "Yeah." "You know, that bird I was dating?" "The one you sicked up Pernod and Black on?" "Well, she's given me another chance." "Blimey." "Good for you." "I was just wondering if you could give me a few pointers." "You know, 'cause..." "Women like you." "I'm a bit busy trying to catch a murderer at the moment, Chris." "Just be yourself." "You know, relax." "Act like you're down the pub with Ray." "What, light me farts?" "No, I was only joking." "Go on." "You know, she's a human being." "Just like you." "She'll be nervous, she wants to be liked, same as you." "Be kind, show her some respect." "You were right, boss!" "Works a treat!" "You people are sick." "Yeah, come on." "Let's show some respect here!" "What?" "What is it?" "The pathologist from the original murder, Stewart Baiter..." "Ah, Master Baiter." "Remember him well." "What about him?" "He moved to Brighton." "Foolish, but not illegal." "Baiter was in the market for a second-hand car." "He bought the car from Roger Twilling." "Go on." "They become very good friends," "Baiter gets pissed in their golf club bar, tells Twilling all about the Flower of Death." "You got the right man before, guv." "This is a copycat killing." "So when Twilling murdered Sondra Tropman, he remembered what Baiter had told him, and used the red geranium to throw us off the scent." "Twilling thinks he's above us, guv." "He thinks he's untouchable." "He'll rue the day he decided to play copycat with Gene Hunt." "I want him, Sam." "Hurry up, boss, it's freezing out here." "I don't like this." "Gene Hunt smashes doors down, he does not pick girlie locks." "Can't just pull him in, he's too clever for that." "At least, this way, we get hard evidence." "I'm gonna be the laughing stock at the Lancashire constabulary dinner and dance, me." "Believe it or not, guv, one day soon, something like this will bring down Richard Nixon." "Hard to believe." "Chris." "This is serious." "Sorry, boss." "So where do you want the transmitter?" "Up here." "Chris, bend down." "What for?" "Just do it!" "Right." "Up." "Hold still." "The law, the law!" "Get down, you div!" "We are the law, you bloody clowns!" "God help us." "Sorry." "What have you been eating, Pedigree chum?" "We don't all have to be in here, you know." "If this is the future to policing, then at least we wanna learn from the master." "Hey, a bird's just got in." "Could be his missis." "It is not bad." "Wouldn't Nixon notice a van parked outside the White House?" "I spoke to Barbara earlier." "She said they want to play doubles at Hanningtons later." "Could do." "Are they coming to the next party?" "Maybe we should ease back on the parties, Roger." "We are not discussing this, Carol." "Sorry." "So, are they coming?" "Oh, try and stop them." "Barbara said Trevor learned things from Mrs Luckhurst that'd be illegal in some parts of Wales." "Good girl." "Bloody hell, that was getting good!" "That bloody tart's been hassling me again." "Just ignore her." "He's talking about Denise." "I don't know anything about her poxy friend." "Turn it down, it's hurting me ears." "Lost it." "What's Hanningtons?" "A tennis club in Chorlton." "Murderers do not play tennis." "Well, this one does." "What about Baiter?" "Let's have him arrested and shipped up to me." "Can't do that, guv." "Why not?" "'Cause he died of cancer last year." "Damn the man." "But I have another idea." "So we met on the canal footpath." "Spring 1970." "I was lonely, I was, you know, wondering if I'd ever find "her"." "Her?" "Yeah, the one, you know." "The one we're all searching for." "Me dog was struggling." "Thought he was gonna drown." "Terrier?" "Airedale Terrier." "You jumped in and saved him." "You were my hero." "Are you sure you wanna do this?" "We were married a year later." "Might get a bit dangerous." "You were never lonely again." "Annie." "We had a lovely honeymoon in Blackpool." "I was so surprised you were still a virgin!" "My husband and I have joined recently." "Everyone's been very friendly." "Pretty lady like you, why wouldn't they be friendly?" "I bet you say that to all the girls." "Only the attractive ones." "Does your wife know you're such a flirt?" "You can ask her yourself." "Darling, this is..." "Cherie." "Is my husband pestering you?" "He's being very flattering." "You here alone?" "My husband is here somewhere." "Darling, meet Roger and Carol." "Tony Blair." "How d'you do?" "Hello." "So, I hear you're new to the area?" "Yeah, it seems very nice." "It is nice." "Good people." "Don't need a new car, do you, Tony?" "Roger sells cars." "Luxury cars." "What is it you drive?" "Rover P6, V8." "Excellent." "Happy with it?" "Very." "Boys and their cars." "Listen, can I be really really forward?" "Oh, I love forward women." "Roger, behave." "Sorry Cherie, what were you going to say?" "It's just we're new to Chorlton, we don't really know anyone yet." "Why don't we all go out for dinner one night?" "I think we can do better than that." "We're having a few friends over at our place tonight." "Tonight?" "Nothing fancy, just some nicely chilled Blue Nun and a few vol-au-vents." "Well, maybe..." "We'd love to." "Just have a quick knock-up here first, work up a sweat and then we'll come right over." "Yeah, okay." "That's settled." "Terrific." ""Some nicely chilled Blue Nun and some vol-au-vents"?" "This is Manc the Knife, is it?" "There's something about him." "It's his eyes." "He invited us to drinks tonight." "So I heard." "Don't like it, Sam." "Stalking about in a van." "This might be our only chance we get." "Evidence, you said." "What's a vol-au-vent?" "We've got no bugs in his house, we can't hear anything that's going on." "Nothing is gonna happen tonight." "It's just drinks, it's not one of those parties." "It's a poof pastry-shell filled with a savoury meat mixture." "What if it gets out of hand?" "I won't let it." "Please, sir." "I think we're getting somewhere here." "You mean a pie, then?" "Thanks Roger." "It's a lovely drop." "Frisky, isn't it?" "It is." "Pert and frisky." "It's lovely, Roger." "Want something to eat, you two?" "We've got sausage rolls, vol-au-vents and a hedgehog." "Hedgehog?" "It's not a real hedgehog, silly." "It's pineapple, cheese, silver onion on a stick." "Delicious." "Carol?" "Come meet people over here." "Yes, dear." "I feel like it's a real hedgehog." "Now, what do we do?" "Does everybody like Santana?" "Oh, god." "God, I love Santana." "Try and get a conversation with Twilling." "I'm gonna get a look around." "Okay." "Be careful." "Darling." "Lucky man." "Hello." "Thank you so much for inviting us." "Always looking for new friends." "Of the right sort, if you understand what I'm saying." "Right sort?" "The world's changing, Tony." "My father thought he was lucky with a semi-detached and a packet of woodbines." "But I want more out of life than that." "Fine wine, good food..." "More even than that." "But to get real pleasure, you need to have the courage to be different." "Don't you agree, Tony?" "Yeah." "Actually, I do." "Cherie?" "I just sort of do what I'm told." "Nothing wrong with that." "If you'll excuse me." "The boys room." "I'll keep her warm for you." "Can I help you?" "I was looking for the bathroom." "Does this look like a bathroom?" "Truth?" "I was looking for you." "For me?" "You're a very attractive woman." "You have a very beautiful wife." "Yes." "I do." "My husband wouldn't like you being here." "Please." "Oh, here he is." "She was fretting about you." "I was not!" "I've been well entertained." "We should go." "Oh, nonsense." "You've only just arrived." "Well, I've got an early start tomorrow, so..." "Roger's just been telling me about these amazing parties they have here." "Well, only for the select few, if you understand what I'm saying." "I think we all understand each other." "Shall we come to your party, Carol?" "I look forward to it." "If we're right and this man is our killer, we're in a very dangerous situation." "You don't have to worry about me." "Oh, thanks, Gwen." "Thank you." "Gwen puts some aside for me." "What is it with you and women?" "Just don't put yourself at any unnecessary risk, okay?" "We're here to catch the murderer, not offer him another victim." "Anything you can do..." "This is not a competition." "You don't have to prove yourself to me, you know, or anybody in this station." "What is wrong with you, today?" "D'you want me honest answer?" "I'm bloody sick of 1973." "Well don't worry, it'll be 1974 soon." "You know," "Where I'm from..." ""Hyde"?" "Yes, Hyde." "People love me, you know." "They don't want anything from me, they don't wanna fight me, they just love me." "If they're still there." "Oh, never mind." "There's always Gwen." "How's the Treacle Sponge, Sir?" "It's magnificent." "Mint custard?" "Yes." "It's a triumph." "There's a woman to see you." "I put her in the lost property room." "Who is it?" "Mrs Edith Williams." "She says her daughter's gone missing." "When did you last see Denise, Mrs Williams?" "Two days ago, she was meant to come over for a tea, but never did." "Did you phone her?" "She's a good girl, she always keeps in touch." "I wouldn't bother you otherwise." "It's no bother, Mrs Williams." "Then I read about the dead girl in the paper." "That maybe you'd arrested the wrong man all them years ago." "I met your daughter, Mrs Williams." "She's lovely, isn't she?" "She is." "Is she in trouble?" "We think she might be, yeah." "Is she dead?" "We've no reason to believe that, love." "I'm gonna make it my personal duty to find her." "Okay, remember." "Listen out for anything that will help us find Denise." "Let's just hope we're not too late." "Okay, sir." "You hear me say "Santana" and we're out of here." "You follow me out, no questions, we just leave." "Okay?" "I hope you've got clean Y-fronts on, sir." "I'm serious." "One word from me and we're out of here." "We go to Spain every summer." "Benidorm." "It's beautiful." "Have you ever been to Spain, Mr Blair?" "Please, call me Tony." "Only to Barcelona, I went to see the galleries." "A man of culture." "How exciting." "And do you like travel, Cherie?" "I love to lay in the sunshine," "I let Tony do the galleries and churches, and I just lay on my back in the sun." "Time for dessert, I think." "So, Roger, how's business?" "These are difficult times for all of us." "The TUC have got Heath on the rack, and they're doing their best to destroy us all." "It'll never happen." "I've got a cousin who works at the Conservative Central Office." "He told me that if Wilson gets back in, there is a secret plan from the armed forces to oust him and put Mountbatten in as head of state." "Good man, Mountbatten." "No politics at table." "Now, we have black forest gateau, raspberry pavlova." "Delicious." "Thank you very much." "Alright, boys and girls, let's get this down us, and get on real entertainment, eh?" "D'you think Denise is in the house somewhere?" "Don't do anything you don't wanna do." "Okay." "Right." "I hope everyone's nice and relaxed." "Gentlemen." "Ladies." "I know I don't need to say this, but it's just a reminder." "Whatever happens within these walls stays within these walls." "Is that clear?" "Your keys, gentlemen, please?" "Very nice." "Lovely." "Don't be shy, Cherie." "Evening all." "See you started without us." "Who the hell are you?" "Didn't you tell him we were coming?" "I thought you chickened out." "Roger, this is my friend Gordon." "Brown." "And his wife..." "Suki." "This is an invite-only party." "He invited me." "I'm sorry, Roger." "Gordon is a good friend, I got overexcited, I must have let it slip." "I love a party." "I'm very discreet." "This is my house, Tony." "I decide who gets invited." "I understand, I'm sorry." "We should go." "If you go, you go without me." "I'm enjoying meself." "I think Mr Brown should be allowed to stay." "Thank you, Mrs..." "Mrs Luckhurst." "Right." "You four stay here." "We'll discuss this in the kitchen." "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" "Your stupid bloody radio stopped working," "I had to find out what was happening in here." "Who's she?" "Suki." "I let her off an arrest last week for low behaviour, she owed me." "She's a prostitute." "I am here, you know." "You didn't I was gonna fetch me own wife here, did you?" "Okay, this is getting out of hand." "You were right." "We should just pull him in." "No, he's gonna give himself away, I know he is!" "Good girl, Cartwright, at least somebody's got some balls." "Mr Brown, your keys." "Come on." "Better than "Mr and Mrs", this." "Luckhurst by name, luck by nature." "God, we're not gonna end up with our own bloody wives, are we?" "Good girl." "I guess that just leaves you and me, Tony." "You were right about the future, Tony." "Pretty marvellous." "You haven't done this before, have you?" "How can you tell?" "Don't worry." "You start out shy and nervous, you'll be a greedy monster in no time." "A greedy monster?" "When I remember my first time, I end up just like you." "So, is this all your husband's idea?" "What makes you say that?" "Well, he seems to be a very..." "forceful man." "He's a remarkable man." "So I take it you enjoy it, then?" "And you take your socks off first." "You're a classy man, Tony Blair." "Do things ever get a bit..." "You know..." "Frisky?" "Frisky?" "Yes, banging, bondage..." "You know." "Violent, you mean." "It must be difficult sometimes to keep things under control when people get excited." "So it turns you on?" "It's my wife's first time too, so..." "You know, she won't wanna be hurt." "She won't be." "My husband respects people's limits." "Don't you ever get jealous?" "Thinking about... your husband with other women?" "Younger women." "Your concept of marriage is a bit bourgeois, Tony." "Don't you ever worry that one of you fall in love with somebody else?" "Falling is love isn't allowed, I'm afraid." "That's Mrs Luckhurst." "Your friend's never gonna see life in quite the same way again." "Kiss me." "Stay down!" "Stay down there, where you belong!" "Annie?" "Annie?" "!" "Santana!" "Where is she?" "In here!" "Police!" "Don't m..." "What the hell?" "Are you alright?" "We're pulling you in." "Get up." "I had him talking, he was telling me things." "He was telling me girls names." "Nice act, little girl." "Now, that is the future of policing." "Tell us about Denise Williams." "We know she attended one of your parties, and we know she's now missing." "Perhaps you didn't hear the answer to your previous question, DI Tyler:" "my client has no comment." "What about Sondra Tropman?" "Another Beauvoir lady, murdered." "No comment." "Don't push me, boys!" "I feel the need to expense some frustrated energy." "Are you threatening us, DCI Hunt?" "We know you had a Beauvoir lady uniform in your possession," "And we heard you on our short wave radio" "Only after you committed a civil offence of trespass." "talking about "some bloody tart hassling me again"." "Who was that girl, Twilling, was that Denise Williams?" "No comment." "I don't know what happened, Roger." "Maybe a bit of "play" got out of hand." "But you murdered Sondra Tropman." "You bashed her head on the pavement and dumped her body." "No comment." "You have a predilection for sexual violence, don't you?" "In the privacy of his own home with consenting adults, three of whom, I should point out, were members of Manchester constabulary." "If that gets in the papers..." "Into the papers?" "It'll be on the front page of every newspaper in the world, if you persist in persecuting my client in this way." "Where is she, Carol?" "I want to see my husband." "Where is Denise?" "Or if she's dead, then tell me where the body is." "She has a mother who's worried sick." "Don't make this any worse than it is." "If you have it in you to let this woman live..." "If you're not gonna arrest me, can I go home, please?" "You were quite happy with a normal marriage, weren't you?" "You love your husband." "And I understand you wanna protect him." "But this is murder." "Roger isn't capable of murder." "Please." "Can we go home now?" "Thanks very much." "Anything?" "Some gorgeous, just birds, boss." "I'm not in the mood, Chris." "Nothing, sir." "Auntie Heather?" "Heather?" "Are you talking to me?" "Heather." "Yes?" "Do I know you?" "You probably won't recognize me, but..." "Heather, it's so good to see you!" "Don't touch me." "I want you to know that we're doing all we can." "I will find him, so, you know, you'll be safe." "What is wrong with you people?" "Steady on, love." "This is a DI you're talking to." "Little Sammy, do you remember little Sammy?" "He's your favourite." "Time for a beer, sir?" "Don't try your lame lines on me." "Go and find Denise." "Bloody smug bastard, you should've let me have a pop at him." "I've done something, sirs, which may be illegal, but I didn't think, I saw the car and I just did it." "But now..." "What is it?" "Come on and trust your knickers, love." "When we arrested the Twillings," "I put one of the radio transmitters in his car, under the passenger seat." "Look, I promise I won't say anything!" "Please, please, don't hurt me!" "Where's your car, Twilling?" "My what?" "Your car, sir." "Where's Denise Williams?" "I don't know!" "I'm gonna ask you again." "Where is Denise Williams?" "I really don't know." "I roughed her up a bit 'cause she kept hassling me about Sondra." "So you killed Sondra Tropman." "No!" "I loved her!" "We had an affair." "And then Carol found out." ""Falling in love is not allowed."" "You what?" "Shut up and walk." "Carol." "Where would she take her?" "I don't know." "They're leaving the car." "Please don't hurt me!" "Shit, little shit!" "Bugger!" "Arsehole!" "Lady with the make-up, where is she?" "It's okay." "There's nothing more stupid than a man who thinks he knows everything." "I think she's talking about you, Sammy-boy." "It's alright." "You took your time, copper." "How did it go with Mrs Luckhurst, guv?" "Cartwright, you did well today." "I allow you to buy me a whisky chaser." "Sir." "Guv!" "Mrs Luckhurst!" "I don't wanna talk about it." "Alright, alright, we'll say is this:" "you know that bloke in the Bible who wanted to stuff a camel through the eye of a needle?" "That would be Jesus." "Yeah." "He had nothing on Mrs Luckhurst." "Guv." "Good night." "Boss." "Thanks, boss." "What for?" "I had a date with that bird, last night." "How did it go?" "It was very nice." "Good." "Nice is good." "Annie." "Sir?" "The guv was right, you know." "You did well." "I learned from the best." "Listen, can I walk you home?" "I'm going this way, I'm meeting a bunch of mates." "You can come with us if you like." "No, no, it's okay." "I'm hoping to meet..." "see someone myself tonight." "Good for you, sir." "Night, Annie." "Good night..." "Sam." "Let's hope it's rather sooner than that before we see you up and at 'em again, Sam." "Maybe you can't even hear me." "Well..." "You don't need to hear my voice to know I'm always here for you." "You've always been my favourite nephew, Sam." "It breaks my heart to see you like this." "Remember." "Your auntie Heather will always be here for you." "Now, from one lovely boy to another, it's Gilbert O'Sullivan and "Alone again (naturally)"." "Subtitles:" "Nathbot Thanks to Aissy" "Spoilers right after!"