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all these children,

Then they shot him

in a sewer in the end.

That's good.

Yes.

Good night.

Never dreamt...

Never thought any

such happiness possible.

Hiding in the dark.

Loving a man in the dark.

Never knew any such

happiness possible at all.

How bad is it?

Why did he do it?

Depressed, I suppose.

So why did he do it in here?

I love the warm evenings.

Something.

Tea?

Doesn't get dark till eight.

How long are you

staying with Marcia?

I'm not.

Shock.

Moves towards him.

What do you mean?

He explains.

Unbelievable.

Right pocket.

That's it.

there seems

little point...

Ah!

My goodness!

I'm sorry, you startled me.

New lock?

The chances of the same

thing happening again...

Anyway, I let him in.

Well, it doesn't matter

how well you're locked up.

At times you're always going

to have to let people in.

Are you all right?

Yes.

I've been trying to sleep,

as best I may.

Yes, I'm sorry.

We don't clean up afterwards.

We just take the body away.

It seems a bit callous, I know.

But the thinking is... That

if we always had to clear up,

The police would spend their

entire life on their knees.

How are you getting on?

Well, we have something.

He was a student.

I see.

Yes. He was working

for his doctorate

At the university of Essex.

He came to the town a few

days ago and rented a room.

Are you a graduate yourself?

Yes. A subject of much mirth.

A graduate policeman.

This man wasn't my generation.

He was younger.

He was only 25.

He came to research at the

British library down the road.

A blankness.

A central,

disfiguring blankness.

That's what people

who knew him describe.

Yes, it's true.

I've been trying to remember.

He said so little at dinner,

until late in the evening.

He s-seemed

already set on a path.

It's funny.

I mean, looking back,

I took it for granted

that he was there.

Yes. Well, that's right.

I mean, I've often

been out to dinner,

And not been quite

sure who somebody was.

No.

Quite.

Though, usually, it is

different if you're the hostess.

Anyway, it turns out it wasn't

completely out of the blue.

Um, the day before,

he'd seen Marcia Pilborough.

As you know, she works

at the library. Oh, I see.

And he'd, um, gone up to her.

They'd had a conversation.

He wanted to borrow a book.

Afterwards, we think,

he probably waited

And started to follow her.

oh, well, I see.

It's beginning to make sense.

Well, would-would you say...

I'm sorry. I know these

things are very difficult,

But would you say

that Marcia was, in any way,

A woman who was

likely to have been...

Deliberately provocative?

Look. I mean, is lying,

and brought him to dinner...

Deliberately, or as a joke?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I don't mean to be rude,

but Marcia's my best friend.

I don't think that

would be possible at all.

he said I'm the best

builder in Wetherby.

He said that.

I knew you'd like it.

When did you take it?

and he said to me...

He said he'd come around...

Look everyone.

Look what Marcia's brought me.

A picture of my house.

Lovely.

Do you like it?

clever girl. Hmm.

It's great.

Jim...

Jim, no. Don't,

for goodness sake.

Goodness.

Is this a party wall?

Jim?

What?

Please. It's undignified.

Unladylike.

Yes.

Jim! Oh, lord, it's my mother.

What?

Let me down.

I want to make love to you.

Jim.

Jean, are you home?

I'm home.

Is there

anything you need?

No. No, I'm fine.

Do you know how long

you'll be staying?

Uh, just a couple of days.

Oh, well done, Stanley.

Thanks.

Jean?

We brought you some breakfast.

Thank you, Marcia.

I'm just coming down.

Take the paper, Stanley.

Hide it.

We've got you bacon and eggs!

Why hide it? I thought

she was there when it happened.

Well, she doesn't want

to be reminded. Would you?

Good morning.

No paper, I'm afraid.

I think there's a strike.

All right?

Well, I'm not

in the pink.

Oh, I

shouldn't wonder.

Did you sleep?

I had dreams.

Does anyone know

why he did it?

And why on earth should he come

and choose to do it to you?

It was me who

met him first.

I don't know why I didn't

think of it at the dinner.

I'd met him already.

He could have done it to me.

I think the lonely

recognize the lonely.

Well, you're not lonely.

I only want coffee.

Stan, do you mind? Would you

go and do something useful?

Do you know how

to do it with a filter?

Well, have you searched

back over all your behavior?

Did you offend him in any way?

That's what I've been thinking.

Or perhaps we upset him.

Perhaps you looked like his mother. Huh!

No, it is possible.

I read in a book.

No, I think it was

more what we shared.

What's that?

I told you.

A feeling for solitude.

Well, you may have thought that,

but to shoot your head off...

Oh, please.

Marcia, the bacon's too much.

Oh, god. Oh, it

hadn't occurred to me.

I'm sorry, Jean. I...

I just didn't think.

I'll take it out.

Oh Jean, I'm sorry.

It's out.

It's almost out.

If you're frightened of

loneliness, never get married.

I'm not frightened.

I'm hardened by now.

Come in, come in.

Nice to meet you.

This is Jean.

Mrs. Mortimer.

And this is Jims father. Hello.

Please,

sit down, sit down.

I've baked you some scones,

and there's battenburg cake.

You're looking

very thin, lad.

Nay, I've-I've been fine.

And so you'd be

giving up college, then?

No, I don't think so,

Mr. Mortimer.

Ah.

Jim thought as he'd be away

for so long and so often,

It's better if I occupy myself.

I think I have a place

at the university of hull.

Are you sure?

You don't think a woman

who's going to get married

Should be thinking of

going off away from her home.

But Jim won't be there.

He'll be in Malaya.

He'll want to know

you're where you belong.

What difference would it make

if he'd not be with me?

He'll want to know

you're at home.

I can't honestly see

it'd make any difference.

Any home life we have is bound

to be interrupted at the start.

We'll see each other

so little for a bit.

Seven years?

Is that right?

Well,

not necessarily.

Doesn't Jim speak?

The air force will

give me a house later,

When I'm back

from active service.

For now it's nice if

Jean goes on with her books.

More battenburg?

Did you

bake it yourself?

Don't be daft.

You shouldn't worry.

They made me feel stupid.

Why?

Perhaps it is silly.

Impractical.

Well, we're always

so happy together.

It never occurs to us there's

a world of people out there.

We can't spend our life with

the sheets up over our heads.

How can you make battenburg?

No one can make battenburg.

Half of it's pink!

Jim, I know. I was

frightened, that's all.

You know nothing.

The angle...

Yeah.

Of the body means murder

is probably discounted.

There's forensic evidence,

fingerprints.

Nobody else touched the gun.

At the inquest, I shall

be arguing it's suicide.

You look disappointed.

No. Not at all.

Where is it?

Derby.

That's where he came from.

All right.

Lads need the space.

New fire hose

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