Town on Trial Page #6

- Coming, ma'am.

- Goodbye, Peter. Have a good time.

- Bye.

Hello, doctor.

- Going to the club, Fiona?

- Yes, I am.

Hop in, then.

Well, all right.

- Good night, sir.

- Good night.

Harry, can you dance?

Well, I used to cut

a bit of a dash at the Palais.

- I bet you did.

- Why, are you thinking about going, chief?

I'm not, but you are.

Well, that'll make a change.

- Hello, Fiona.

- Hello.

Will you excuse me, Doctor?

How are you, Watson?

How are things in your neighbourhood?

- Have you got your ticket?

- Er... no, I haven't.

Then that will be one guinea, please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Halloran here. If you want me,

I'll be at the Crown and Anchor.

Listen, try and give me time

for a few beers, will you?

Wait a minute...

Get me Elizabeth Fenner.

Yeah, I'll hold on.

Do you mind?

Ah, Norman, my dear fellow!

Have a drink.

I'm sorry, old chap, I'm...

with some people over there.

Large whisky.

Mary? Mary!

Oh, there you are.

Mark, everybody's looking at you.

Well, let 'em look.

- Here I am! Have a good look!

- Mark...

Come on. I'm sorry for her.

Excuse me. May I have the pleasure?

Glad I phoned you.

Couldn't make up my mind at first.

You sounded like

you were pretty depressed.

Oh, just one of those days.

Going badly?

Let's talk about something else, eh?

All right.

What's this?

Press it and see.

One... two... three...

- four... five... six...

- Watch it!

seven... eight...

- Hi, Mr Roper!

- Hello Leslie, how are you?

Shot down any Messerschmitts lately?

Hey!

Well, I'm not taking

any cheap cracks from you!

- All right, old man. Take it easy now.

- Take your hands off me!

What's the matter?

Aren't I good enough for

your crummy little club any more?

You're all so fussy, aren't you?

Well, I could tell you a thing or two

about some of the people in this town.

You think I'm a phony.

- Well, you're all phonies! Every one of you!

- All right, old man, you've said your piece...

Don't you "old man" me!

Mary!

Mary!

OK, boys, let's go!

- Give me a scotch.

- Yes, sir.

- Nice work!

- Sign of a misspent youth.

- Thirsty?

- No, hungry.

- Cheese and pickles any good?

- Fine!

Well, um... we could

get some back at Mrs Wilson's.

- Mrs Wilson?

- My landlady.

Sounds good.

Let's go, then, huh?

Thanks for the game, boys.

Good night!

Good night, officer.

Just a minute.

Do you realise it's an offence to sound

the hooter of a stationary vehicle?

Er... yes, as a matter of fact,

I do, officer.

And do you know it's an offence to sound

a hooter after eleven o'clock at night?

Yes, I realise that too.

- People asleep in this town, you know.

- You're telling me.

There's no need for that.

May I see your driving licence, please?

MT2 to Able Four. MT2 to Able Four.

Here is a correction to message five-zero.

Stand by.

Thanks, officer.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Who's he?

The late Mr Wilson.

Died with his boots on.

Backbone of the force,

the police constable.

Here we are.

Biscuits, butter, pickles, cheese...

Gorgonzola, Cheddar,

knives, forks, mustard.

Thanks.

I've had a wonderful time tonight.

Have you?

Everything's been... well, just right.

It's quite simple.

We just get on well together,

that's all.

Yes, we do.

- No!

- Come on!

You were wonderful!

- Let's go outside.

- Take care.

Play, Buster!

Isn't it beautiful?

You're beautiful, Fiona.

Oh, David, don't be silly.

I love you.

- Oh, David...

- No, no, I do. I mean it.

Then be a good boy

and go and get me a Coke.

David...

I'll be back as quick as I can.

Oh hello. I didn't see you.

What is it?

Go away!

Don't!

- What was that?

- Probably some dame out there saying no.

Okay, boys, let's go. Yes?

Fiona?

Hello?

Yes, just a minute.

Superintendent?

Sergeant Beale for you.

Right.

Yes, Beale?

When?

All right, now listen.

Phone the Dixon home. If she's not there,

tell them to get to the station right away.

That's it.

- Good evening, Dr Fenner.

- Put in two, please.

Two gallons. Right, sir.

That'll be nine and fourpence, Doctor.

Oh, I'll get some change.

Get me the police. Quickly.

How long ago did you say he left?

Just a minute. Hold on.

- I think you'd better take this, sir.

- Yup?

Who? Yeah.

Now wait a minute. Are you quite

sure about this? Listen, if you...

The Circle Garage. Yeah, I've got that.

Now, stay by your phone, understand?

- Get an info man in here quick.

- Yes, sir.

Hello, get me the sports club,

and step on it.

Is there any news yet?

Have you found her?

This is a police call. I want to speak to

Sergeant Beale. You'd better sit down, Mr Dixon.

- Yes, sir.

- Alarm call. Top priority.

I insist on knowing

what has happened to my daughter.

Hello, Beale, is Fenner there?

Well, find him and hang on to him.

- Now look here, Halloran...

- You'd better sit tight, Mr Dixon.

We don't know anything for sure yet.

All right, Baker, get this.

All men, all cars, apprehend

and detain Dr John Fenner,

last seen heading north on B32 driving a

blue Humber Saloon. Registration number...

Save all that, Superintendent.

Fiona's dead.

- Where is she, Fenner?

- Outside, in my car.

- Oh!

- Helen!

Bring him along.

We found her. She's dead. Take Dr Fenner

into Roper's office. Don't lose him.

Quiet, please.

Quiet, please!

Now, listen everybody.

A girl has been murdered here tonight.

And no-one is allowed

to leave until I say so.

I'll repeat that. No-one is

allowed to leave until I say so.

Halloran! I've put a dozen men

in the grounds to see what they can find.

- Good. Sergeant, no-one leaves, right?

- Yes, sir.

- Where's Roper?

- Oh, he left, chief.

- Well, get him and bring him back, then!

- Right.

All right, Doc.

Let's get this straight.

You left the dance,

stopped for petrol,

found the body in your car, and came

straight to the police. Is that right?

- Yes, I keep telling you that.

- It won't wash, Fenner!

Would I go to the police

if I'd killed her?

It's been done before.

Why did you leave the dance so early?

When I heard Fiona was missing, I looked

around for Peter Crowley. He wasn't there.

Wait a minute. You're not going to try

and swing that Crowley gag again, are you?

Well, if you'd just let me finish!

Crowley was here all the time.

He never left the club.

I put it to you, Dr Fenner,

that you killed Fiona Dixon.

You put the body in the boot,

intending to dump it somewhere.

But when you saw the garage mechanic phone

the police, you decided to beat us to it.

That's fantastic!

What possible motive could I have

for killing Fiona Dixon?

That's what I'm going to find out.

- Sir?

- Yes, what is it?

Miss Fenner's here.

Mike, what's happening?

What's my uncle doing in there?

Now, look, he's, er...

he's in a pretty tight spot.

What do you mean?

The best thing you can do

is to go home and I'll phone you later.

But you don't seriously think

he killed her?

Now, please, just go home, will you?

No. You'll not get

rid of me that easily.

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