(bright orchestra music)
(eerie music)
(screaming)
(suspenseful music)
- Nothing under the fingernails?
She didn't stand a chance, then.
Pity, yeah.
Yeah, in more ways than one.
He's walking around
without a scratch,
without a mark on him.
No, no super's not here yet.
Shouldn't be long then.
Yeah, I do know what sort
of mood you'll be in.
Oh god, here he is.
- I had him!
I was a stroke up on the ninth!
A birdie on the 10th!
And five pounds riding on
the whole issue.
And then I got your phone call.
Well when did it happen?
- [Truscott] Last night
between 10, 10:30.
- How?
- [Truscott] Strangled.
(snapping fingers)
- Karen Waters.
- Yeah good decent girl.
Just on her way home.
- Where from?
- She had been to borrow
some books from a friend
um, a girlfriend.
- Well report so far.
Five pounds I could've won.
(sighing)
Oh it'll be a stranger,
x the unknown,
somebody's she's
never met before.
(bell dinging)
(mumbles)
- Let me.
- Oh hello.
Well you're up bright
and early then.
- Yeah I just came form the
base, I need some cigarettes.
- Your usual?
- Yeah.
- Will that be all sir?
- For now.
- Yes that will be all.
- Are you free tonight?
- I guess I might be.
- Will you call me?
- I think I will.
- Well that's good enough.
I'll see you, same place.
(soft ominous music)
(ominous music)
- She's late.
- Ms. Morris is never late.
Look it's half a
minute to go yet.
- Why she doesn't give me
a key of my own,
I'll never know.
I am the assistant
librarian after all.
- She will George, when
you're a big boy.
- Morning George.
Morning Gillian.
- Morning Ms. Morris.
(bell clock ringing)
- How about the m*rder then?
- What m*rder?
- Have you seen the papers yet?
Here, not far from here either.
- No it doesn't say
it's a m*rder.
- Girl found dead in her 20s.
It wasn't old age, wasn't it?
- I did that.
Stared at 'em for hours.
Hoping for one of those
flashes of inspiration
like you get in detective books.
- No I wasn't doing that.
I was wondering--
- Who did it.
- No.
If or when, he'll do it again.
- George, there will be
m*rder if you don't get on
with some filing.
- Morning George.
- Morning Mr. Stubbs.
- Oh good morning Mr. Stubbs.
- Oh hello Gillie.
- Good morning Mr. Moriss.
- Morning Mr. Stubbs.
- Now what do you
advice for today?
- Well the leader in the Times,
you'll find that interesting
and there's another
extract from the book on
the (mumbles) page four,
I've marked it.
- Oh that is very kind of you,
thank you.
- I still don't understand it.
Well how you know what he
wants to read.
- Well that's because I
don't just come in here
to read the newspapers.
Sometimes I borrow a
book as well,
isn't that right Mr. Morris?
- What's that got to do with it?
- Ms. Morris you see, (mumbles).
She swears that you can
judge a persons character,
you know likes and dislikes
by the books that he reads.
- Is that right?
- Yes I think I can.
- All right then.
This is my current reading.
Judge me.
- I'll try.
(giggling)
Oh um, imaginative, impulsive.
You like adventure and
marmalade for breakfast.
- There you are,
didn't I tell you?
- I'll have to retaliate though.
- Retaliate?
- Mm.
From now on I'm going to
keep a close eye
on what you're reading Ms.
Morris.
- Good morning.
- Hello Betty.
- Hi.
Well where's the coffee then?
- Sh.
- Well it is 10:30 you know.
- Yes I suppose we can
take a break now.
- Would you like a cup
of coffee Mr. Stubbs?
- Oh thank you so much,
I'd love some.
- I brought you a couple
of warn out (mumbles).
- Sh, sh, sh, sh.
- They are your favorite
aren't they?
- I'll get as big as a house.
(heels clanking)
- Did you go out last night?
- No I couldn't, I had
some work to catch up on.
- Who's looking after
the shop then?
- Well I closed it
for 10 minutes.
- Al Poffrey won't like that.
- Mr. Poffrey trusts me to
run the shop while he's away.
He even trusts me with a key.
(giggling)
Anyway I went out.
I had a fantastic time.
I'm going out again tonight.
- Ooh, anyone I know?
- No and don't ask me who.
I promised I wouldn't tell.
Well he's a married man you see.
- Oh that's a bit
silly isn't it?
- I don't know.
Married men are much
more interesting.
They know what it's all about.
- Betty!
- It's true.
- Your mother said
you forgot that.
It's your lunch.
- Thank you.
- You shouldn't have gone
out of your way.
- It wasn't out of my way,
I was passing by anyway.
- Anyway, I'm meeting him
again tonight,
half passed eight down
by the bridge.
- Bye bye.
- [Gillian] I think
you're a fool.
I mean, where's it
gonna get you?
- The morgue.
They wanna know if they can
release the body to the parents.
- Well yes, I suppose so.
Tell 'em yes.
We've learned all we're gonna
learn form the poor girl.
- Yeah, yeah, super
says it's okay.
Yeah.
- You ever try to
strangle anyone sergeant?
- No sir.
- Well it's not as easy
as you might think.
Even if it is just a girl.
She can put up quite a
struggle if she's
fighting for her life.
But she didn't.
This was quick, clean,
efficient.
Now that could mean one
of two things,
either it's somebody she knew,
or it's somebody that's
been trained to do it.
- Like me sir?
- Or a serviceman.
- Anyway see you Gillie.
- Okay.
- Thanks for the coffee Ms.
Morris.
- Married men are
more interesting.
I suspect they are to
silly girls like that.
- Yes, I agree.
You know, girls today are
very different
from the ones I remember.
- Quite a thing that you do
remember them, I should say.
- George.
- That's all right Mr.
Morris, it's all right.
He's very young.
Tell me.
Did I ever tell you
about that time
when I was in Moltar?
It was a terribly hot summer--
- Yes, as a matter of fact
you did.
- Did I?
Oh dear.
I'm always doing that
sort of thing.
I'm so sorry.
- Oh, getting all
physical George.
- Mind your own business.
- All right, you're so
touchy this morning.
Have a bad night did you?
- Yes about tonight, of
course I can make it.
Gillie said I was silly,
so I know she's envious.
(ominous music)
Gillie, the one that works
next door in the library.
(ominous music)
No of course
I didn't tell her who you were,
I promise.
Really, I just said I was
meeting you, that's all.
Honest.
Well see you then tonight, 8:30.
Goodbye.
- I want 20 french
cigarettes please.
- Are you sure you're old
enough George?
Well I have a big
responsibility you know,
running the shop on my own.
And there's a law against
selling cigarettes
to anyone underage.
- I'll surprise you one of
these days, I really will.
I'll surprise you.
- How George?
Are you gonna turn into a
man over night?
(coins clanking)
(bell clock ringing)
- [Ms. Morris] Goodnight George.
- Goodnight Ms. Morris.
- [Ms. Morris] Goodnight Mr.
Stubbs.
- Goodnight Gillie.
- Oh goodnight Mr. Stubbs.
See you again tomorrow,
same as usual.
- Yes of course.
(heels clanking)
See Gillie it's,
it's not out of
poverty you know,
it's a kind of
loneliness you see.
When I came out of the
navy I felt that,
civilian life had passed me by.
I made a lot of friends
when I was a broad
but I had no firm
community in one spot.
That's why I come
here I suppose.
I feel at home, amongst friends.
See you tomorrow Ms. Morris.
See Gillie, Gillie.
Sorry to go on like this but,
see I,
I could've (mumbles) do
other things,
go to other places but I,
I like to come here.
It's the company I suppose.
Anyway you,
you don't have to pity me.
- It hadn't crossed my mind.
- That's good, good.
(chuckling)
Goodnight.
- Goodnight Mr. Stubbs.
(ominous music)
- I've only got another
week you know.
- Hm?
Oh yes you're starting
terms on Monday, isn't it?
- It's been good for me working
here between college though.
I learnt a lot.
- Well, these books.
- No I don't mean that.
I suppose I meant about people.
Take poor old Mr.
Stubbs for instance.
Feeling he has to
apologize for being lonely.
It's a terrible thing,
the fear of being alone.
- Yes, I suppose it is.
- Anyway, I mustn't stay
here boring you all night.
Goodnight Ms. Morris.
- Goodnight Gillie, see
you tomorrow.
- I'm going for a beer
sir, are you coming?
- Double all patrols Truscott.
- Double them?
That'll mean recalling--
- Let's do it.
Double them.
I want this whole town
crawling with coppers tonight.
I want everyone to see him.
- Why tonight?
- Just do it Truscott.
- All right.
You know darn well we
can't cover every area.
Operations room.
- Well while you're doing
that, I'm going for a beer.
(ominous music)
Here you are.
The mountain comes to marmot.
- Thank you very much sir.
I've doubled the patrols sir.
I have three dozen
policemen pulled away
form cozy fire sights.
They're belly aching.
- Well they weren't poised
for a golf win, were they?
- Sorry sir, I forgot.
Sore point.
(can sizzling)
You still haven't told me,
why tonight?
- Full moon Truscott.
It's a full moon tonight.
(soft music)
- Hello love.
- Hey mother.
- Did you bring me a paper?
- I brought you your paper.
- Thank you.
- Oh thanks for
remembering my lunch.
It was very kind of Steve
to drop it in.
Very kind indeed.
- He didn't want to.
I made him.
There's nothing
about the m*rder.
Oh Liz really, the m*rder!
Last night.
- Oh yes.
- Couldn't be that many,
you could've forgotten.
- Not really interested
in murders, that's all.
- There was that other
one, though wasn't there?
About what, 10 months ago?
Yes, a m*rder just
like this one.
Young girl, strangled.
- [Liz] Hello Steve.
- Hello.
- Yes it must have been
10 months ago
'cause I remember it
was soon after you came
to lodge with us Steve.
- Really?
I don't remember.
Mrs. Morris, I just wanted
to tell you not
to bother about supper
for me tonight.
I'm going to go out.
- Somewhere nice?
- Just out.
- Isn't that maddening?
Not a word about it.
I do like a nice m*rder.
(door slamming)
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(screaming)
- Not like Steve to go
out on a Monday.
He never goes out at all.
- Well he has tonight.
- I wonder where he's gone.
- Oh for Pete's sake
he's over 21.
Found himself a
girlfriend I suppose.
(soft ominous music)
(soft ominous music)
- Oh come on.
Let's get out there (mumbles).
- Where?
- Well anywhere, the park,
the canal,
anywhere it's dark and lonely.
- All right.
(phone ringing)
Sergeant Truscott.
What?
Where?
All right, we're on our way.
You did know.
- Not another one.
- Yeah.
Down by the canal.
- Oh don't tell me it's
the same place.
- Yes sir.
- Well there's no hurry,
she'll still be there.
(kettle whistling)
(door shutting)
- [Ms. Morris] Steve
is that you?
- Ah, hello.
- You're back then.
I've just made a cup of
coffee, would you like one?
- Oh no thank you.
- Oh why don't you
have this one,
I can make myself another.
- No thanks Liz, coffee
keeps me awake.
I have enough trouble
sleeping as it is.
- Well, was a nice
time had by all?
Did you enjoy yourself?
- So, so.
- Where did you go?
- Just around and about.
Have a good night Liz.
- Goodnight.
(birds chirping)
(water splashing)
- I just told you there's
no further statement.
- Yes, yes--
- I told you there
all is to tell.
- Yes sir.
- Yeah as soon as we know.
Goodbye.
- Yes of course
we're checking every
known sex offender.
For the second time.
Full moon.
So what was it, a hunch,
an instinct or?
Did you just will it to happen?
- I don't know, but I was
right wasn't I?
I'm a man who likes to be
right usually.
Well what's the score?
- Pathologists report
indicates a similarity
between this and the last one.
- Indicates a similarity?
- Well you know, KG--
- It's the same man Truscott.
- I know it, you know it.
Pathologists says it's similar.
- Liz, it's your assistant Liz,
George.
Steve!
Hurry up now Steve,
you'll be late!
- All right.
- Ms. Morris,
Gillian and I have been know
waiting more than 20 minutes.
There are people queuing
up waiting to get
in to the library.
- Haven't you seen the papers?
Betty.
- Terrible.
The whole place is
buzzing with it.
But we do run a public
service you know.
And the library is still locked.
- See, this would never
have happened if you'd
let me have the keys in
the first place.
Goodbye Mrs. Morris.
- Bye bye.
- George.
I won't be in until later.
- Well don't worry, I
can handle everything.
- Do you think you
should go in at all dear?
I mean knowing the
girl so well--
- I have to go in mother,
eventually.
(door slamming)
- What's the matter with her?
- Well it's that m*rder.
It's all in the paper
this morning, look!
Look, there's all that about it.
What a lovely girl she was too.
Liz knew her well you know.
Worked next door.
You know that little sweet shop
right next door to the library?
Well you must've seen
her too Steve.
(ominous music)
- I'm glad to see you
haven't disintegrated.
Ms. Morris looks as though
she's gone all to pieces.
The show must go on eh?
Right well I'll
attend to the mail
and you can start on
my filing okay?
Oh I'm awfully sorry Mr. Stubbs
that the papers haven't
arrived yet this morning.
Ms. Morris is indisposed
and forget to collect them.
- Oh I see, thank you.
I've seen all that I
want to see, thank you.
Poor Betty.
(sobbing)
That's all right Gillie.
All right, all right.
(sobbing)
You'll be all right.
Is Ms. Morris about?
- No, no.
I told you, she's indisposed.
But if there's anything I
can do to help.
- No, no, no.
There isn't.
Thank you very much George,
thank you.
Come on Gillie, come on.
You'll be all right.
All right.
- And that's all I can tell you.
But I just thought you
ought to know.
- And we're very grateful Ms.
Morris.
Do you think it will help?
- Well anything may
help at this time.
- Right, thank you Ms. Morris.
- A married man, she
definitely said she was
meeting a married man.
I suppose I should've spoken
to her then, warned her.
But really, people don't like
to be given advice do they?
Especially very young people.
- Ms. Morris, you can't
be more than 28 yourself.
- I'm 29 actually.
Well I mean, and then
you see, Betty was a very
impressionable girl,
very gullible.
One could tell that from
the sort of books she read.
- Yes well thank you for
the information Ms. Morris.
Sergeant please.
- Oh not at all.
I just hope you get the
filthy man who.
I just hope you get him.
- Thank you.
- A married man.
Now if it could be.
No, surely this is the
work of a frustrated man.
I say he was single,
living alone or with mum.
- Well, the day has
started sergeant.
(mumbles)
The cranks.
- Could you say that again sir?
- Frustrated as hell, that one.
- And makes up fantasies
to compensate.
- Exactly.
(paper crumpling)
(heels clanking)
(clearing throat)
- Ms. Morris.
What a terrible thing.
A terrible thing--
- I would rather
wait to discuss it.
Please Mr. Stubbs.
- Of course.
I quite understand.
Painful.
Gillie I haven't finished
with that paper yet.
- Sorry Mr. Stubbs.
- That's all right.
- [Policeman] What time
do you close?
- 7:00.
(ominous music)
(stamping)
- [Policeman] Thanks.
- Oh sorry.
(ominous music)
- It's a book marker.
- I can see that.
- Polsten just brought it in,
found it down by the bridge.
- It could've
belonged to anybody.
- Or it could've belonged
to the m*rder*r.
If it did, I bet I could guess
what kind of books he
likes to read.
- Goodnight Mr. Stubbs.
Goodnight Ms. Morris.
- George.
The key.
You forgot to return the key.
Thank you.
Mr. Stubbs, we are closing.
- Oh good lord.
I must've nodded off.
(ominous music)
That'll do Gillie.
- Oh no, there's still history
section I've got to do.
- No, the history section
can wait until tomorrow.
- No Liz, I don't mind.
- Please, tomorrow.
- Okay.
- You are going straight
home aren't you?
- Yes.
But you don't have to
worry about me.
- Oh Gillie, I could walk
you part of the way home
if you'd like?
- No, honestly.
Honestly, I can look
after myself.
- Just go straight home,
that's all I ask.
- Yes, I will.
Goodnight Mr. Stubbs.
- Goodnight.
Ms. Morris?
I think you're gonna be
all right tonight.
You see Gillie's a good girl,
a nice girl.
Goodnight.
- Goodnight Mr. Stubbs.
(soft ominous music)
- That was very nice Mrs.
Morris.
Thank you.
- Good.
(door slamming)
Hello love.
- Liz.
- Have a good day dear?
- Good day?
Hardly.
- Of course, I forgot,
that poor girl.
Much about it in the paper.
- Oh I forgot to get one.
- You forgot?
Oh Liz, now that's very
selfish of you.
You know how I look forward--
- Well I'm sorry mother,
I'm sorry.
- All right.
No need to be so sharp.
Well I didn't forget to
cook your supper.
- Should be back about 10.
Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
(sighing)
Steve going out again.
It's not like him to
go out so often
during the week.
- I think he's having
trouble with his wife.
- His wife?
He's not married.
- Of course he is.
Or was.
Well, still is I suppose,
they're separated.
But I know she's been after
him lately for some money.
- Well he never told me
he was married.
- Well I guess he thought
you wouldn't understand.
- Why wouldn't I?
- Well not having been married
yourself dear, you know.
I think that's why Steve
doesn't go out with
any other girls at the
moment, he can't afford them.
Or doesn't trust them.
(sirens wailing)
(phone dials clicking)
- Hello.
Good evening.
I wonder if I could speak
to Gillian Randall please.
Oh I see.
Well no, if you would just
ask her to ring
Elizabeth Morris when she
does come home.
Yes, thank you, thank
you very much.
- Don't let this get cold dear.
- But I've got to go out.
- What?
- I'm sorry I won't be long.
- Well what about your supper?
- I'm sorry mother.
- Oh dear.
Try and get me a paper will you?
(door slamming)
(ominous music)
Did you get it?
- What?
- My paper.
- Oh no.
Has there been a
phone call for me?
- No.
(ominous music)
(tv beeping)
- I didn't think there'd
be anybody up.
- I must've fallen asleep.
What time is it?
- After 12.
It's late for you.
- I was half expecting
a phone call.
It's late for you too.
What have you done to your face?
- I had an argument with a cat.
A cat I once married.
- Who found it?
- Harris.
He's been patrolling that
area all night.
He says he couldn't have
been away from the bridge
more than two or three
minutes at the most.
- Well he shouldn't have
left the bridge at all.
- Well I'll deal with him later.
But it's fashionable isn't it?
It's a young girls I see.
- [Truscott] Yes.
- Young girls don't walk about
with only one shoe do they?
- Not if they're alive
and still walking.
(slamming)
Harris can't swear to it, but
he thinks he heard a scream.
Came straight back to
check and that's when
he found the shoe.
- Start dragging the canal.
Every available man.
(bell clock ringing)
- Where's Gillie?
- Late I suppose.
- She's never been late before.
- Well she is now, isn't she?
- Good morning George.
Morning, Ms. Morris.
- Morning Mr. Stubbs.
- Morning Gillie.
- She's not here.
- Huh?
Is she ill or something?
Well don't worry Ms. Morris.
There's an awful a lot
of flu about, you know.
- I don't know what
you're worried about.
She's only five minutes late.
(phone dial clicking)
- Hello.
It's Elizabeth Morris again.
Tell Gillie not to worry
about not returning
my call last night.
If she's not feeling well she--
It can't be.
Well have you told anybody?
The police of course!
Well I know she only
lodges with you
but aren't you at all
concerned about.
No.
No don't worry.
I'll do it.
Thank you.
- [Mr. Stubbs] Ms.
Morris, what's the matter?
What is it?
- Gillie.
She didn't come home at
all last night.
- But that's impossible.
I mean Gillie's a good girl,
a nice girl.
- I know.
(ominous music)
(phone dial clicking)
Police.
- But we may have the
owner of the shoe,
or at least know who she is.
And go over to the US airbase.
Request cooperation from the CO,
all that.
I want to question that man.
- Well where are you going sir?
- The library.
- The library?
Don't tell me, our Ms.
Morris has solved it for us.
(giggling)
- Well he was youngish,
about 25.
Tall, well built.
Handsome in a way.
And wearing uniform.
Do you know who he is?
This is his card?
- Well that may not
be his you see,
that might be stolen.
Anyway, you definitely
saw him talking
to Gillian Randall?
- Definitely.
They were right
across the street
and they talked, and
they went off together.
I can't understand it.
Because I mean Gillie
is such a level-headed
sort of girl, she's
not the kind.
- Most women are
unpredictable Ms. Morris.
All women.
Right.
There's just one more thing.
Do you recognize this?
- Oh my god, she's
dead isn't she?
- Now at the moment,
she is missing.
Now that is all we know.
(phone ringing)
Hello.
Yes sergeant.
Yes.
Right.
Well you know what to do.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
Sergeant Gerry Masters.
He's on leave at the moment,
has been for
the past couple of days.
He's not expected back
until next week.
And nobody knows where he is,
or where he's staying.
He might be anywhere.
- That makes me the only
witness, doesn't it?
I mean I'm the only one
who can identify him.
- I shouldn't worry Ms. Morris.
Getting rid of witnesses
only happens in America.
Don't worry.
- Ms. Morris, what a
dreadful thing to happen.
I did offer to walk her
part of the way home
but she said she'd be all right.
- She'll turn up again,
you'll see.
(birds chirping)
- Goodnight Ms. Morris.
- Goodnight Mr. Stubbs.
- I do hope you'll be.
Goodnight.
Goodnight George.
- Oh goodnight Mr. Stubbs.
It's not the same
without Gillie is it?
I never thought I'd miss
her this much.
- George.
The key, spare key.
You'd better have it.
Just in case.
Well I may be late in
the morning,
I'm not feeling very well.
- Well that's more sensible.
I've been telling
you for months.
I knew you'd come around to
my way of thinking eventually.
- It's just a temporary
measure George.
- We'll see.
Goodnight Ms. Morris.
- Goodnight.
(soft ominous music)
(shoes clopping)
(water bubbling)
(forks clanking)
- What's a matter with you?
You look as though
you've been running.
- I have.
- Somebody chasing you?
- I thought there was, yeah.
- Oh, (mumbles) half exaggerate.
- Well he does attack women,
doesn't he?
And I am a woman, aren't I?
- Oh I think he prefers
them a bit younger though,
if the papers are to
be believed.
And I doubt that.
Two murders and they always
try and link 'em together.
- Three.
(mumbles)
- [Steve] What?
- There have been three murders.
- Three?
Is it in the paper?
Have you brought me one tonight?
- No I didn't.
It isn't in the papers anyway.
- How do you know then?
- Police told me.
- Police!
- What?
- Well more or less, Gillie
didn't turn up today.
- Who's Gillie?
- The young student
who's been helping
me out at the library.
You must've seen her the
other day when you came in.
- Can't say I noticed, no.
- Well.
She didn't turn up today and
she hasn't been home all night.
And the police found one of
her shoes down by the river.
- Oh my god.
- They're dragging it now.
- But they haven't
found her yet?
- Well if they'd found
her, they'd hardly be
searching for it, would they?
- Oh she'll probably
turn up then.
Minus a shoe and with
some silly story.
- That's why I was
running you see?
I thought he was behind me.
- Who?
- The k*ller.
The man that Gillie
went out with
last night--
- Oh Liz.
- I saw him quite clearly,
I'd know him again.
- Star witness eh?
If you could put the finger
on the man responsible.
We'll have to take care
of you Liz, won't we?
I'm going out.
Better lock the door after me.
(door shutting)
- This is what is known as
devotion to duty, Truscott.
- So as they say.
- Staying (mumbles)
of the matter.
- I do admire you for that sir.
- Well, someone has to
set an example.
- Of course sir.
Well I hope you get a
good night's sleep sir.
- Yes, I hope you do too.
I've had your bed put out
in the interrogation room.
(glass knocking)
(glass knocking)
- There's no need to be
so impatient.
This is a public call
box you know,
and I'm perfectly entitled.
(ominous music)
- We found Gillian Randalls sir!
- Where?
- Phone booth, Mall and avenue.
- Is she dead?
- [Truscott] Strangled.
- Oh my god.
- [Truscott] I sent a car
for Ms. Morris.
I thought she could
identify the body.
- Morning George.
- Good morning sir, and
can I help you in any way?
- Is Ms. Morris away?
- And I'm in charge.
- For the time being you mean.
- Well perhaps.
She found me this morning.
She had to go down
to the police,
to make an identification.
- What?
Identifica--
- Gillie.
She said that she hope
shed be in a bit later on.
(bell clock ringing)
But somehow, I doubt it.
- No sir it's a different
girl entirely.
No not yet sir.
Well of course I've got men
checking, but I need more!
As many as you can spare.
Yes I know it's ext--
Oh give me strength!
If we don't get more men sir,
the only thing that's gonna
turn up is another corpse!
- Ms. Morris?
Ms. Morris, are you all right?
- Yes, thank you.
- You shouldn't have come
in this morning.
I can manage, I told
you I could.
- And I'll be all right.
Perfectly.
- It isn't Gillie is it?
- You mean there's been
another m*rder?
- Those catalogs from the
county library,
have you sorted through them?
- No, I was waiting until--
- Well you better
see to it right away.
Whatever else you're
doing can wait.
- Yes Ms. Morris.
- Ms. Morris can I,
get you some coffee,
how bout that?
- Oh yes.
- Take your coat, shall I?
There you are.
- These books, who
brought these books back?
These books were not
here last night,
somebody's returned
them this morning,
now who?
George, you (mumbles) the
man who brought
these books back,
when was he here?
- I didn't see
anybody return them.
- You must've done!
- Look I haven't been here
the whole time.
I was down in the
history section
checking some books
in down there.
Anyways there's been
a dozen or more people
in and out of here all morning.
- This would be an
American airman in uniform.
- No I haven't seen
anybody like that.
- Just a minute.
Ms. Morris, is this right?
There was a young man in
here, just a few minutes ago.
I couldn't see him very
clearly but I was
aware of him.
He did go over to
your desk there.
- Yeah and then what?
- Well then he,
then he went down over there.
- No, no, no.
He can't have gone down there.
I told you, I was down
there the whole time
checking in books.
Now what is all the
fuss about anyway?
- The man who brought
these books back
is the man who m*rder*d Betty.
And probably Gillie too.
- Right Ms. Morris.
Yes, yes immediately.
Thank you for phoning.
- What do you think sir?
- A warning to all cars
he may be in the area.
- Yes sir.
Now surely, it just
proves she was imagining
the whole thing from the start.
If it was Masters, he'd
hardly go back to the library
to return books.
- Nevertheless, we check
everything out sergeant.
- Yes sir.
Operations room.
Now I'll lay you five to one,
our man's either on the run
or hiding out somewhere.
- Are you all right Mr. Stubbs?
- You see,
I don't understand it.
Gillie.
I mean she was, is,
such a good girl.
- I don't think he's
very selective.
- Well I'd agree.
You see the papers all said
that the other girls were
easy, flighty.
But Gillie.
It's quite clear for everybody
to see that she was so engaging.
I really don't understand it,
I mean,
something's not quite right.
- Yeah look, I've told you
we've nothing further to.
What?
Where did you get that from?
All right, hold on.
Press sir.
They've picked up a whisper
about a missing girl.
- What Gillian Randall?
- Yes sir.
Well give it 'em.
We sat on it enough.
Reports, photos, the lot.
Make sure it makes the
evening papers.
- Yeah look, listen, we'll
have a full statement
for ya in 10 minutes.
Yeah, all right.
- And get on with the
television people
and tell 'em to release
that warning tonight.
(soft ominous music)
- Ms. Morris would you
like me to stay a while?
I could walk part of
the way home with you,
if you'd like?
- No thank you Mr. Stubbs.
He only attacks young women,
very young.
It was pointed out to me.
- I see.
Well goodnight then.
- Goodnight Mr. Stubbs,
thank you.
- Goodnight George.
- Oh goodnight Mr. Stubbs.
- I could see you home too
if you'd like Ms. Morris.
- No thanks George.
- I'd feel safe with you.
Well see you in the
morning then.
- George.
I'm completely recovered now.
I shall be here on time
in the morning.
- Yeah me too.
- You misunderstand me George.
The key, the key I lent you.
It won't be necessary for
you to have it anymore.
- Well wait a minute, you said,
I could--
- I said it was a
temporary measure!
I distinctly remember
saying that.
Now the key, please George.
- You like to humiliate me,
don't you?
It helps you to hit
back doesn't it?
Because you're well on
your way to becoming
a dried up old spinkster!
- Not becoming George, I am.
Now, the key, if you please.
- I'm sorry I shouldn't
have said that.
- Oh it's your opinion.
Apparently, you're
entitled to it.
- But I can hit back
too you know.
Why you'd be surprised what I.
(keys clanking)
- Thank you George.
(sniffing)
And I think it would be
best if you start
looking for a new job next week.
(books clanking)
In fact, I don't
think you'd better
come in here anymore, at all.
- Goodbye George.
(stomping)
(soft ominous music)
(door creaking)
- Evening.
- Hello love.
- Is Liz not back yet?
- No it's Thursday.
You know she always
works late on a Thursday.
- Oh yes, so she does.
I see you've got yourself
a paper though.
- Yes I managed to track
meself to the corner.
It's no good for my
heart though.
- You should've asked
me, I'd have got you one.
- Yes I did think of
it but your hours have
been erratic lately,
haven't they?
That wife of yours again?
- Yes.
- Oh well.
I suspect you'll be able
to cope Steve.
You're a very capable
young man aren't you?
Liz was right you see.
- What do you mean?
- About Gillie Randall, look.
It's all over the front page.
It doesn't mention Liz, but
it does mention the library.
See?
What a pretty girl, isn't she?
I don't suppose she's looking
very pretty now, poor dear.
Probably lying in a
ditch somewhere,
slaughtered.
- You're just morbid.
- Me morbid?
No I'm not.
No.
Everyone likes a good
m*rder don't they?
Everyone deep down if they
were honest is,
fascinated by a m*rder.
Even you are.
- No.
- I wonder if it'll
be on the news.
Hope Liz won't be too late.
It's nice having
someone with some
inside information isn't it?
(shoes clopping)
(door rattling)
- George!
George!
(soft ominous music)
- [Policeman] Hey, hey come on!
Hey open the door.
Come on let me out.
Open the door!
(door rattling)
Ms. Morris!
Come on, let me out!
Let me out Ms. Morris!
Ms. Morris, open the door!
Ms. Morris.
Ms. Morris let me explain.
Ms. Morris I know what
happened to Gillie.
Ms. Morris, if you just
give ma chance to explain.
Ms. Morris I know what
happened to Gillie.
Ms. Morris.
If you'd just come out and
give me a chance to explain,
I'm not going to hurt you.
I just wanted to have
an opportunity to look
through George's desk.
Ms. Morris?
For crying out loud Ms. Morris,
just give me a chance to.
- You won't get me!
- Ms. Morris, let me explain.
(groaning)
Ms. Morris I just want to.
- Not me!
(groaning)
Not me!
Not me!
(screaming)
(ominous music)
- You know if you hadn't
have pulled me away
from that golf match, I
wouldn't have won,
it's not in my stars.
- I did you a favor then sir.
Saved you five pounds.
- Truscott, do me a favor,
and don't do me anymore
favors and that is an order.
(knocking)
Come in!
(ominous music)
- And that's why I decided to
go along with Gerry Masters.
He was waiting for
me that night.
That was the day after
Betty was k*lled
and he told me the whole thing.
- What did Masters tell you?
- That he'd been seeing Betty.
That he had a date with her
the night she was m*rder*d.
He was supposed to meet
her down by the bridge.
- Where is happened?
- Well he was a
minute or two late,
got there, found the
body and ran.
- But why?
- He's a married man.
- We know that Ms. Randall.
- Yes but that's the point.
Because he's a married
man he told Betty
not to say anything about
him to anyone.
- Did she?
- No, no.
But she did say when and
where she was meeting him.
Well I was there when
she said it.
Look don't you see?
We were in the library
when Betty said it.
And then later that night
someone was waiting for her,
someone who knew exactly
when and where she'd be.
- Who else was in the
library when she said this?
There was me, Liz, Ms.
Morris that is,
old Mr. Stubbs, and George.
- George?
- George Bailey, he works there.
He's kind of weird.
- And do you think George?
- Well it's possible.
And that's why I agreed
to drop of out sight
and pretend to be a
victim to worry him,
perhaps force him into
doing something.
- And that was Masters idea?
- Well yes but I went
along with--
- Perhaps you did force
him into something,
another girl was k*lled,
you know that?
- Yes.
- You may have been
very lucky Ms. Randall,
you've certainly been
very stupid.
No but the more I
thought about it,
about George and his attitude.
- Yes well we'll deal
with him later.
Meanwhile where is
Gerry Masters?
- You're an accessory now Ms.
Randall.
- [Captain] Where is he?
- He's in the library.
- [Captain] What?
- Well he was going to go there,
hide away until the place
closed and then
search George's desk.
- Gerry Masters must have a
very persuasive personality.
- Yes but he's not a
k*ller, I'm sure of that!
Look it was George!
He was the only one who could,
oh.
I've just remembered something.
- What?
There was someone else
there, there was another man.
- Well who?
- His name is Steve something
and he lodges at Ms. Morris'
house.
- Steve, it's getting very late.
Well where's Liz?
- Oh yeah it is rather
later isn't it?
Do you want me to go
and meet her?
(sobbing)
- Mr. Stubbs?
- Liz?
What's happened?
What's happened here?
Why are you still here?
I thought you'd gone and
forgotten your key or something.
(sobbing)
What is it?
What's a matter?
What's wrong?
What is it?
What?
- Man.
- What?
What man?
- Man.
- Truscott?
- [Ms. Morris] Tried to
k*ll (mumbles).
Gillie.
- Where?
- Here.
- Where is he?
Where?
Where is he?
- He could've k*lled me.
- Phone the police have you?
Phone the police?
- No.
- I had to.
He would've k*lled me.
(phone dial clicking)
Why did you come back?
- I forgot my glasses.
I forgot my glasses.
Police?
I'm speaking from the
Penburry library.
My name is Stubbs, yes.
There's been some trouble here.
Yes, but get a car over here
just as quickly as you can.
Yes.
But of course I'll stay
here with Ms. Morris
until you come, of
course I will.
Just hurry up will you.
Just get here as quick
as you, quick as you.
- Ms. Morris.
Ms. Morris.
I really.
I really do miss Gillie.
I like to look at a pretty girl.
My only pleasure.
I never got married you see.
I like young.
- You!
- Young people.
- It was you!
- Ms. Morris.
Ms. Morris.
I like you too!
In a different way.
(groaning)
I really mean that.
That's what makes it
such a pity.
(screaming)
It's necessary!
Necessary!
Necessary!
(ominous music)
(groaning)
No, no!
- Liz?
Liz?
- He had to come back for me.
Tried to k*ll me.
'Cause I'm a woman.
A very desirable woman.
See?
(soft ominous music)
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01x08 - File It Under Fear
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As the title suggests, each story is a thriller of some variety, from tales of the supernatural to down-to-earth whodunits.
As the title suggests, each story is a thriller of some variety, from tales of the supernatural to down-to-earth whodunits.