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you were in the Air Force, weren't you?

That's right, chief.

When did they start using Meteors?

- Meteors? Early '44.

- '44, huh?

Yes, that's what I thought.

Check up on Crowley?

The hospital report's in front of you.

Hey, you've been awake.

What's the Hot Spot?

A road house on the bypass.

A rock 'n' roll joint.

Not quite up to the standard

of the sports club, huh?

They're due up on

a gambling charge, sir.

Gambling? Whatever next!

Time I was getting home.

- Sergeant?

- Sir?

Care to join us for a drink?

That's very kind of you, sir,

but my wife's expecting me home.

You know where the Hot Spot is,

don't you?

I should have been off duty

an hour ago, sir.

The murderer isn't off duty, Sergeant.

Who does he think he is?

Stick around,

you might learn something.

- Here, chief, what about that drink?

- Hmm? Oh, plenty of time, Harry.

We've got all evening.

- Is that the Dixon girl?

- It certainly is.

Look out, it's the cops!

- You the owner of this car?

- No, it's my father's car.

Well, he's going to love you.

Let's have your name and address.

Well, come on, let's have it.

- Miss Dixon? You all right?

- Yes.

I want to talk to you.

Come on.

Harry, get a wagon from the station.

I'll take the car.

- Right, sir.

- Come on.

- What was the address again?

- 15 Berry Lane, Oakley Park.

Where do you live?

I said, where do you live?

- Ferndale Road.

- Where's that?

Near the park.

- What's the idea of picking on me?

- You knew Molly Stevens, didn't you?

I knew her.

Everybody knew her.

- Yeah, but didn't you know her very well?

- No.

Can't a girl have a good time

once in a while?

I doubt if your parents

will see it that way.

If my father sees me like this...

Here, wipe some of that

muck off your face.

And when you get near your old man,

don't breathe on him too hard.

Thanks.

Mrs Dixon, there's

a gentleman to see you. He...

- What on earth?

- Fiona, what's happened?

What the devil have

you been up to?

I'm a police officer.

All right, Agnes.

Now, what's all this about?

We just picked your daughter up

in a car full of young hooligans.

There was an accident,

another girl was hurt.

The driver was drunk.

Is this true?

Well, come on! Answer me!

Yes, it's true.

- Fiona, I can't believe...

- All right, Helen.

Thank you for your trouble, officer.

I appreciate your discretion

in bringing her home.

- Perhaps...

- You can put that away, Mr Dixon.

I didn't bring your daughter home to

keep your name out of the local papers.

You're new around here, aren't you?

I'm not from around here.

I'm investigating a murder.

- And shouldn't you be out attending to it?

- I am.

Your daughter knew Molly Stevens.

Knew her? What on earth

would my daughter

have had in common

with a girl like that?

Youth, Mr Dixon.

Now, look,

all I want from her

are the names of the boys

Molly Stevens went around with.

I forbid you to question

her any further.

- You've caused enough trouble as it is.

- I've caused trouble?

Is it my fault you don't know

how to control your own daughter?

Are you telling me how to

run things in my own house?

Well, it's about time

somebody did.

I shall make a point of

reporting you to your superior.

He's used to that.

You come here,

upset my wife and myself,

make outrageous insinuations

against my daughter...

Look, a girl's been murdered,

and all you think about is

how it's going to affect you.

Well, I'm sorry if the

sordid little crimes of others have

stained your household linen.

Very sorry.

He's not going to be a police officer

much longer if I can help it.

You little fool. What do you think

people are going to say about this?

That's all you ever think about, isn't it?

What people are gonna say.

Well, I've got news for you.

I don't care what people say!

You go upstairs at once,

do you hear?

You've never bothered about

what I think, what I want.

All I ever hear is

"Don't do this, Fiona, don't do that."

Well, I liked Molly Stevens. She was

the only decent friend I ever had.

And I don't care whether

you liked her or not!

Do you know Wapping?

Know it?

I was born there.

Well, there's a place

you can see the dirt.

Here, you have to dig to find it.

When you get to it,

believe me, it's just as dirty.

Beale, get your notebook out.

Get Rogers in here, will you?

We're going to put out

a questionnaire.

- Bit early for that, isn't it, chief?

- Take this down, and head it "Confidential".

One. Were you on the common

around 10 pm, Friday the 21st?

If so, did you see

anyone you recognised?

If you did, please state his or

her name in the space below.

- Two...

- Is this wise, chief?

Two. Have you any information

of any description

which you consider is

of use to the police

in helping them solve this crime?

Good morning, boys.

Thank you, Agnes.

Disgusting!

What is it, Charles?

Isn't that girl ready yet?

Fiona!

Good heavens,

aren't you even dressed?

I've lost my other nylon.

They were my best pair.

We're going to church,

not to a dance.

- But I left them over here.

- I'm just about fed up with you.

I'm sending you away. A few months in

the country might help to straighten you out.

Now hurry up.

Your mother and I are waiting.

"Were you on the common

around 10 pm Friday?

"If so, did you see

anyone you recognised?"

People around here

aren't going to like this.

Somehow, I don't think that's

going to worry Mr Halloran.

Elizabeth, why did you tell Halloran that

you were with Mark Roper on Friday night?

- Because you weren't, were you?

- No.

- You shouldn't lie to the police.

- Mark asked me to say I'd been with him.

I know it was wrong, but I...

I like Mary very much.

Did it ever occur to you that

Mark Roper might have killed this girl?

Mary, look...

About Molly Stevens...

I don't want to discuss it, Mark.

Well, for heaven's sake,

give me a chance to...

To what? Explain?

You really think you can explain

your way out of this, don't you?

Don't bother, Mark.

Just tell me one thing.

Did you kill her?

- Mary!

- Did you?

No, I didn't.

Eat your breakfast

before it gets cold, Peter.

Come on, Peter.

I will decide if I want to eat or not.

I'm not a child.

What is it?

What's the matter?

Don't you care that Molly's dead?

Well, naturally, I thought it was

a terrible thing to have happened.

But you don't care.

You know how I felt about her,

but you don't care, do you?

- I know you were fond of her.

- I was in love with her.

And that's why you hated her.

It'll be a nice day today, sir.

Mmm? Mmm!

Good morning, chief.

Morning, Ma.

- It's gonna be a nice day today.

- I just said that.

Well, you coming swimming, Ma?

I bet you look lovely in a bikini.

- One egg or two?

- Three, please.

"And Aholah played the harlot

when she was mine."

Eh?

- "And they slew her with the sword."

- Slew who with the sword?

Aholah.

Well, anyway,

it wasn't in our division.

You know something, Harry?

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