1. What sort of person does this?Copy !req
2. - I think we know.
- We don't know for sure, Father.Copy !req
3. - How bad?
- As bad as the others.Copy !req
4. But there are benefits to suffering,
don't forget.Copy !req
5. We worship a messiah who suffered,Copy !req
6. so, by my suffering,
do I not move closer to heaven?Copy !req
7. No!Copy !req
8. Don't think so.Copy !req
9. Oh, Edith...Copy !req
10. Go and get the constable, please!
This'll be the death of me!Copy !req
11. Don't need to tell me when to go and get
the bozzler. I was going anyway.Copy !req
12. That woman will be off this street
as quick as a wink!Copy !req
13. - You alright?
- I am. Are you?Copy !req
14. Over my dead body
are you gonna be a cleaner.Copy !req
15. Fuck! The feckin' milk!Copy !req
16. Oh! Actuary!
Nance, I thought you could be an actuary!Copy !req
17. - What's an actuary?
- Well... Haven't a bloody clue.Copy !req
18. Rich is what it is. Rich and clever.Copy !req
19. And they probably give you a quill.
Now, we won't be back late, love...Copy !req
20. Actually, we might be back a wee bit late,
because Mammy's itching for a big one.Copy !req
21. Oi! That's Bill's!
Nice girls don't play guitar.Copy !req
22. - I don't care.
- Right, no...Copy !req
23. Do you know what I was doing
when I was your age?Copy !req
24. Helping Grandpa steal?Copy !req
25. Well... yes, I was helping him
burgle houses off old people.Copy !req
26. But I promise you now, Nancy Gooding,
you'll not be doing the same,Copy !req
27. because you... are a queen.Copy !req
28. And if you don't do your homework,
as sure as God made gooseberries,Copy !req
29. I'll slit you from ear to ear.Copy !req
30. And not a peep out of that guitar!Copy !req
31. Get off that!Copy !req
32. Morning.Copy !req
33. One of them, please.Copy !req
34. - I can take your complaint, sir.
- One of them.Copy !req
35. Smart as ever, Mr Swan.Copy !req
36. Some values might survive the trenches,
Constable.Copy !req
37. - Another letter?
- It's wicked abuse, this!Copy !req
38. Edith's not sleeping.
She's grizzling all the night, bless her.Copy !req
39. In and out of bed.Copy !req
40. Now, I know my law.
This is a prison offence.Copy !req
41. So, you better do something about it
sharp-like,Copy !req
42. before there's a hurleyberloo.Copy !req
43. - This is all of them.
- Right.Copy !req
44. "Dear Edith. You foxy-ass old whore."Copy !req
45. - Holy heavens!
- No. Carry on.Copy !req
46. Don't worry about me, Constable.
I rise above it.Copy !req
47. "You really are a tricksy old fucker."Copy !req
48. "You belong in hell probably,"Copy !req
49. "and you're a sad, stinky bitch as well."Copy !req
50. In the end, I think it's just jealousy.Copy !req
51. - What are you gonna do about it?
- I'll note it. I'll surely note it.Copy !req
52. - You'll what?
- Note it.Copy !req
53. As in, write it down on some paper there,
on a form.Copy !req
54. Which we have. In the station yonder.Copy !req
55. You'll write it down on a form?Copy !req
56. - A form?
- Yeah, alright...Copy !req
57. Edith, do you feel certain-sure
Rose Gooding's guilty?Copy !req
58. - Yes, hugely.
- Er, Edith?Copy !req
59. Yes! I just said she does, butter my wig!Copy !req
60. It's not my place to judge anyone.
There's only one judge.Copy !req
61. - We all await judgement equally.
- Especially that old strumpet!Copy !req
62. - Well, no, that's not the point...
- Shh! Let the man speak.Copy !req
63. Thank you.Copy !req
64. - Well, we at the station...
- Alright, carry on.Copy !req
65. We at the station think
it's Miss Gooding, too.Copy !req
66. But is there enough for a court summons?
She'll be away to jail for these.Copy !req
67. Easily enough! She has it in for Edith.Copy !req
68. A misunderstanding.Copy !req
69. That woman curses like a fish.
She's got straggly hair all the time.Copy !req
70. And she marches around on the Sabbath
with feet as bare as goose eggs!Copy !req
71. - But, even so...
- Right!Copy !req
72. "Her Majesty, Miss Swan,
sucks ten cocks a week minimum."Copy !req
73. "Edith Swan takes it up the Swanee,
and she loves it more than Christmas Day."Copy !req
74. - Edward!
- Only words, Mother.Copy !req
75. "You foxy-arse old fucking mare, you want
spiking in the nose, you big smelly bitch!"Copy !req
76. - Alright...
- "You great big fucking onion!"Copy !req
77. Alright, man.Copy !req
78. Edith would need to come in and personally
make the claim in an interview with me.Copy !req
79. Which I know you'd struggle with, Edith,
cos of your moral misgivings in the area.Copy !req
80. I should not cast the first stone.Copy !req
81. - If I were without sin...
- She'll do it!Copy !req
82. Edith, love, if you behave right,
as I know you will,Copy !req
83. you could be an example to people.Copy !req
84. You could be known in Littlehampton
for your virtue and your sacrifice.Copy !req
85. Perhaps.Copy !req
86. Yes, if I could be of use to people...Copy !req
87. - But is it not prideful?
- It's not prideful. I hate her!Copy !req
88. God travels through the just.Copy !req
89. Alright.Copy !req
90. We'll need a statement, then.
All the facts you have.Copy !req
91. - Where are you going now?
- To arrest Miss Gooding.Copy !req
92. Don't be nervous, Den.
I'll get you in the ball sack!Copy !req
93. - Now, I have done this before!
- Have you actually?Copy !req
94. Yes! It was different circumstances,
obviously.Copy !req
95. - Like how?
- Well, there wasn't a person underneath!Copy !req
96. Or a potato, nothing! Let's go!Copy !req
97. Miss Gooding?
Can you come with me, please?Copy !req
98. Can you give me five minutes?
I'm on the verge of making history here!Copy !req
99. I don't know what you're doing, yoystering
in the pub at this hour, Miss Gooding,Copy !req
100. but that's a pint rather than a half.Copy !req
101. And it's time you owned up
to these letters to Miss Swan!Copy !req
102. Are you fucking joking me?Copy !req
103. You're gonna feel like
a right daft old twat.Copy !req
104. - Why would I be doing that?
- So you know...Copy !req
105. We knocked on your house
and woke up your girl,Copy !req
106. but Mabel Alford's in with her now.Copy !req
107. Nancy? Don't tell her what's happening,
Bill, please.Copy !req
108. - No, course I won't.
- Yeah, I had to tell her.Copy !req
109. - What did you say to her?
- Nothing bad.Copy !req
110. Just that I was arresting her mother,Copy !req
111. and it was great shame on the family
and the street as a whole.Copy !req
112. Hey, Rose! Rose!Copy !req
113. Just make sure Nancy's okay.
I'll be back in the morning.Copy !req
114. This is a fucking joke!Copy !req
115. Check her in, Gladys.
I'll, er... go tell Spedding.Copy !req
116. - Name?
- Rose Gooding.Copy !req
117. Are you the night cleaner?Copy !req
118. Woman Police Officer Moss.Copy !req
119. - Address?
- Fuck!Copy !req
120. I've heard of them.Copy !req
121. Undercover in the sewing circle, is it?Copy !req
122. 67, Western Road.Copy !req
123. - Next of kin?
- What counts as next of kin?Copy !req
124. - Closest adult blood relative.
- I haven't got anything for that one.Copy !req
125. You can put someone back home.Copy !req
126. You don't even get handcuffs, do you?Copy !req
127. Actually, that is at the discretion
of my superior.Copy !req
128. And has your superior
exercised his discretionCopy !req
129. hitherto in this particular circumstance?Copy !req
130. - Come with me.
- Fuck!Copy !req
131. Why would I send anonymous letters to
someone I've torn strips off in the street?Copy !req
132. Do I look like the anonymous type to you?Copy !req
133. You're not the first to say they didn't do it.Copy !req
134. Look, woman to woman,
I've got a daughter at home.Copy !req
135. Do you?Copy !req
136. Then perhaps you should avoid
breaking the law.Copy !req
137. Fucker!Copy !req
138. - Does it always smell like this?
- Like what?Copy !req
139. Sorry, I'm just not used to the police.Copy !req
140. Just tell us about Rose.Copy !req
141. Woman Officer Moss joins in female ones
in case of hysteria and general tears.Copy !req
142. So...Copy !req
143. What's she like?Copy !req
144. Well, we're all God's creatures,
we're all deserving of his grace.Copy !req
145. - Miss Swan?
- She's heinous.Copy !req
146. And she's what we feared would come
after the war.Copy !req
147. Love thy neighbour, and I tried, but...Copy !req
148. Well, back in the spring, when she first
moved here from the Emerald Isle,Copy !req
149. it was clear that she didn't rightly fit in.Copy !req
150. Her husband died early in the war,
Nancy's father,Copy !req
151. and Bill, her latest, well, he wasn't
the same after he came back either,Copy !req
152. and they say he wasn't the first,
she'd had a few.Copy !req
153. And, well, I can well imagine,
she seemed enthusiastic in that, er...Copy !req
154. particular area of expertise.Copy !req
155. But she wanted a fresh start, she wanted
to become a respectable woman, so...Copy !req
156. I think I saw myself as a missionary,Copy !req
157. helping someone to find a new path.Copy !req
158. Oh, if I could just say two words to you:
floor crumbs.Copy !req
159. Keep them in order,
and everything else follows.Copy !req
160. My Auntie had a little ditty: "A woman
whose floors are messy and foul..."Copy !req
161. "Er... dee-dum, dee-dum, dee-dum..."Copy !req
162. - Anyway, the point is, she was a whore.
- Right, I'll remember that.Copy !req
163. Say, we should get you along
to the Christian Women's Whist Drive.Copy !req
164. What the fuck is that?Copy !req
165. - Applejack!
- Oh, shit!Copy !req
166. - The language you just used out loud.
- Fuck me!Copy !req
167. - Indoors, on a Wednesday.
- Jesus!Copy !req
168. So, you got to know her, then?Copy !req
169. A little. Erm...Copy !req
170. Likeable in many ways.Copy !req
171. 'We became friends.'Copy !req
172. - Have you got a fella yourself?
- Ah, well...Copy !req
173. - No. I was engaged, but...
- Oh.Copy !req
174. - Christ, was he on the front?
- Oh, no, Sidney didn't die.Copy !req
175. He just... went.Copy !req
176. What?Copy !req
177. What a fucking bastard!Copy !req
178. I bet he was pale.
Sidney's a pale, mangy, pitiful name.Copy !req
179. Crikey.Copy !req
180. A bit pallid.Copy !req
181. My father says I'm better off,
that he was un-Christian.Copy !req
182. Well, I'll find you
a great big horse of a man,Copy !req
183. who wakes you up with a fright,
if you know what I mean!Copy !req
184. Sure, you deserve a good 'un.
You do, Edith.Copy !req
185. So, what brought you here
after your husband...?Copy !req
186. A fair breeze, Edie love.Copy !req
187. I know you're not supposed to say it,
but sometimes it's just goodCopy !req
188. to get away from your fucking family.Copy !req
189. Of course, she, er...
ruffled a few feathers.Copy !req
190. I mean, not much goes unnoticed
in Western Road, as you know.Copy !req
191. For instance...Copy !req
192. Oh, fuck!Copy !req
193. Oh, Jesus! Oh!Copy !req
194. Oh! Oh!Copy !req
195. Ah! Oh!Copy !req
196. Er... for instance, we shared
a wash house and a bath,Copy !req
197. and let's just say, neither were left
in the pristinest of conditions.Copy !req
198. - Oh, God!
- Oh Jesus!Copy !req
199. Aargh! Oh, God! Oh, God!Copy !req
200. Then it was my father's birthday
at St John Methodist's.Copy !req
201. No, no, no, I'm joking. Only hymns.Copy !req
202. A few dirty jokes and hymns!Copy !req
203. Might have to ask the vicar first.Copy !req
204. Come on, Edith,
get the birthday boy some cake.Copy !req
205. She's in the middle of a conversation.
She'll be with you when she's done.Copy !req
206. No. I'd like it now.Copy !req
207. Two moments.Copy !req
208. - Good job her husband's not here.
- What did you say, Ray?Copy !req
209. - Huh?
- Go on, tell us what you said.Copy !req
210. Oh, leave it! It's my birthday party.Copy !req
211. It's your birthday party?Copy !req
212. Who cares?
What, are you eight years old?Copy !req
213. You won't speak to me
like I'm a nancy-boy.Copy !req
214. I was saying,
what would your fucking husband think?Copy !req
215. My husband isn't alive, Ray,
so he's not thinking a great deal.Copy !req
216. He's probably thinking it's a shame
we're missing these shitty pasties.Copy !req
217. Looks like he got away lightly!Copy !req
218. Oh!Copy !req
219. Cake.Copy !req
220. Couldn't have that at Women's Whist.Copy !req
221. I saw her the next day.Copy !req
222. Oh!Copy !req
223. Oh... if you've come to apologise,
my father's inside.Copy !req
224. I haven't come to apologise.Copy !req
225. Sure, why would I apologise
outside a toilet?Copy !req
226. - But, Rose, your behaviour last night.
- Oh, fucking Ray was a gobshite.Copy !req
227. And your father needs
to loosen his chain, too.Copy !req
228. In my opinion, that's not
how a proper lady behaves.Copy !req
229. Oh, I'll know better than cosy up
to school ma'am next time.Copy !req
230. Fucking mardy old clod!
I was just trying to be your friend!Copy !req
231. Actually, I do really need to go!
Can you give me a second?Copy !req
232. And close your ears! Oh, shit!Copy !req
233. And the next day,
the child protection services turned up.Copy !req
234. 'But, truly, I don't know why they came.'Copy !req
235. We've been alerted
to some domestic disturbances.Copy !req
236. Nancy, get over here. Who told you that?Copy !req
237. I don't think nice little girls play those,
do they, petal?Copy !req
238. - Who says I'm fucking nice?
- Right, no. Inside now.Copy !req
239. Gimme that. It's Bill's, anyway.Copy !req
240. To have your household questioned like that
in public... there's no greater shame.Copy !req
241. I didn't... Rose! No!Copy !req
242. Rose! Rose, I didn't report you!Copy !req
243. - And when did the letters start?
- Straight after that.Copy !req
244. - We haven't spoken since.
- Well, when you put it like that...Copy !req
245. All out of nothing.Copy !req
246. What's gonna happen to her?Copy !req
247. Thank you, Miss Swan.Copy !req
248. All pointing to Rose Gooding, sir,
as suspected.Copy !req
249. Good job.Copy !req
250. Well, it's hardly surprising.
Saw it ten miles off.Copy !req
251. Sir?Copy !req
252. - You're charging her?
- Under libel. Not a small offence.Copy !req
253. No, it isn't. But what's the evidence?Copy !req
254. Motive. Timeline.Copy !req
255. You let me out of this fucking cell, you
ageing fucking soft-cock streak of piss!Copy !req
256. - Similarities in the language.
- Mm-hmm...Copy !req
257. Everyone knows it's her, love. Ever since
she got off that boat, she's a thorn.Copy !req
258. Remember when she tried to climb
up the side of the pub on her birthday?Copy !req
259. Fell on top of Ron Flowers.Copy !req
260. Says he can still feel it in his neck
when he turns to the left,Copy !req
261. which he says he does all the time,
as do we all.Copy !req
262. Look, I'm doing it now.Copy !req
263. Yeah, no, that is... very... compelling.Copy !req
264. I know you're finding your feet,
and your father was a good copper,Copy !req
265. but there's a hierarchy in the police, love.Copy !req
266. Yes, sir.Copy !req
267. Rose Gooding, you are chargedCopy !req
268. with writing these wicked little letters
to Edith Swan.Copy !req
269. You had clear motive to do this,Copy !req
270. and there's more than sufficient evidence
to believe that it was you.Copy !req
271. You allegedly harassed
a pretty, young, Christian woman,Copy !req
272. who suffered greatly at the abuse.Copy !req
273. And therefore, you will be remanded on
a three-pound bail while you await trial.Copy !req
274. Can you afford this?Copy !req
275. No.Copy !req
276. Well, then, you will away to Portsmouth
Prison for two and a half months.Copy !req
277. Next!Copy !req
278. Hey, keep your chin up now, Nance.
They'll figure it out in the end, alright?Copy !req
279. - How can you know that for sure?
- Cos Mammy's done nothing wrong.Copy !req
280. Exactly.Copy !req
281. Just do your homework
and keep off Bill's guitar.Copy !req
282. You got anything saved?Copy !req
283. If I need to work, I'll work. I don't mind.Copy !req
284. Yeah, I have. I've got a week's wage
due from Mrs Mills. You'll be grand.Copy !req
285. A week? Rose, they wanna send you down.
What if you never come back?Copy !req
286. Are you fucking thick, man?
Just look after her.Copy !req
287. Do you want me to write
to your folks at home?Copy !req
288. - No.
- Is it a nice prison, Mammy?Copy !req
289. I bet it's darling.Copy !req
290. You fucking wankers!Copy !req
291. Shh, shh!Copy !req
292. Break it up! Break it up!Copy !req
293. Move!Copy !req
294. It's after the game, and he's
fucking her on the floor quick as he can,Copy !req
295. cos her uncle's upstairs,
and he says she's a saucy bitch,Copy !req
296. knows all the tricks and...Copy !req
297. - Miss Moss?
- Carry on. Sounds like a good one.Copy !req
298. Well... don't think so.Copy !req
299. It's not exactly a Sunday sermon,
not entirely.Copy !req
300. - How can I help?
- Firstly, I need your signature, sir.Copy !req
301. What is it?Copy !req
302. Lad riding a motorcycle sidecar
on the esplanade without a helmet.Copy !req
303. - Contrary to local byelaws.
- Are you alright? Must be shaken up.Copy !req
304. Yes, it's a relief to be back here
with you, Constable Papperwick.Copy !req
305. Oi! That's good police work.Copy !req
306. Secondly, having examined
the letters to Edith Swan,Copy !req
307. I believe we may have charged
an innocent.Copy !req
308. - I've been looking at the handwriting...
- You're not on that case.Copy !req
309. It does appear to be
a different person, sir.Copy !req
310. University-educated chicken swill.Copy !req
311. Oh, look at the curl on the 'F',
the dot on the...Copy !req
312. - 'I'?
- Yeah. Exactly, 'I'.Copy !req
313. Or 'J' as well. Lower case.Copy !req
314. - So, two options.
- Your alphabet's really coming on.Copy !req
315. Judges don't go for handwriting.Copy !req
316. Follow orders
or the whole thing falls apart.Copy !req
317. Yeah, women officers don't sleuth, love.Copy !req
318. Sir.Copy !req
319. Where are you off to?Copy !req
320. To check on the emotional wellbeing
of local woman affected by crime.Copy !req
321. Which falls within my purview, I believe.Copy !req
322. Well... hope you weren't like them.Copy !req
323. Woman Police Officer Moss.Copy !req
324. Woman Police Officer Moss.Copy !req
325. I'm Woman Police Officer Moss.Copy !req
326. The whole thing's been a trial.Copy !req
327. Trial is the word.
Of my strength, of my conscience.Copy !req
328. And the press! It's been a whirlwind.Copy !req
329. I don't want to be seen as a martyr,
Woman Officer Moss.Copy !req
330. Oh, I don't think you'll be seen
as a martyr.Copy !req
331. They're calling me
"The Upstanding Miss Swan".Copy !req
332. It's a direct quote. But what do I know?
Do you want to read it?Copy !req
333. Oh, I'm alright.Copy !req
334. Well, you can take a copy with you
when you go, cos we've got spares.Copy !req
335. Miss Gooding will have made it
to Portsmouth Prison by now.Copy !req
336. - Yes, the idea haunts me.
- Why? Are you having doubts it's her?Copy !req
337. Oh, if only. No.Copy !req
338. I'm only haunted that
I didn't help her more. I liked her.Copy !req
339. The only saving grace is that,
owing to Rose's character and way,Copy !req
340. in prison Rose may find
some kindred spirits.Copy !req
341. - In Portsmouth Prison?
- No, no, not the murderers or the rapists.Copy !req
342. I'm thinking more the drunks
and the queers, maybe.Copy !req
343. Just trying to find a bright side.Copy !req
344. How about you, Mrs Swan?Copy !req
345. Who else could've done this?
What do you think?Copy !req
346. What do I think?Copy !req
347. No, nothing.Copy !req
348. She's just here to check on Edith.Copy !req
349. A woman police officer?Copy !req
350. Oh, look, a flying pig!Copy !req
351. Ha-ha!Copy !req
352. He's larking around. We just find
woman police officers quite funny.Copy !req
353. I understand. It's an adjustment.Copy !req
354. - I see you did well at school, Edith.
- The world's going to hell.Copy !req
355. Oh, not really. You know, some prizes here,
the odd soprano solo there.Copy !req
356. She was a modern-day genius.Copy !req
357. The things she used to say at tea.
She had to be perfect.Copy !req
358. And that comes from being
the eldest of eleven siblings, I reckon.Copy !req
359. They've all gone now, but...Copy !req
360. There's always one chick stays behind.Copy !req
361. Not in nature, I don't think,
but in our family.Copy !req
362. So, did you stay on at school
after you were twelve, then?Copy !req
363. - What do you make of this, hmm?
- Do you mean equal suffrage?Copy !req
364. Two of my boys, still in France.
What did they die for?Copy !req
365. Why?Copy !req
366. - I must get to Women's Whist.
- Oh, yes. Mind if I join?Copy !req
367. Oh!Copy !req
368. Hello, girls.Copy !req
369. This is Gladys.
Gladys, this is Kate and Mabel.Copy !req
370. We played whist through the war,
it kept us all going.Copy !req
371. Officer.Copy !req
372. - Got you a lardy-john.
- Oh!Copy !req
373. I've read everything in the papers.
Congratulations... on your tragedy.Copy !req
374. Thank you. It's been a trial, it really has.Copy !req
375. - Have you read everything, Mabel?
- Haven't had a chance yet, love.Copy !req
376. I've been weeding.Copy !req
377. I've offered to take in her uniform.
I could take the cuffs up for you at least.Copy !req
378. - Thanks, Edie, I'm alright.
- Oh.Copy !req
379. It was her husband's.
He was a postman, too.Copy !req
380. He drowned in the Channel, so...
Her choice.Copy !req
381. Mabel, it's just some newspaper stories.
Nothing really.Copy !req
382. Just this outpouring of sympathy for me,
it seems... and love.Copy !req
383. Waves and waves of love.
It's quite a humbling experience.Copy !req
384. I think it's just an acknowledgement
that, yes, I've been through hell,Copy !req
385. but I've survived with my head held high.Copy !req
386. I don't know, it's not for me to say,
but I think so, yes.Copy !req
387. - Well, at least she's behind bars.
- Oh, hold on, dear, she's got a daughter.Copy !req
388. Well, we've all got daughters, it's not...Copy !req
389. I mean, I don't, I've got a parakeet,
but she's a lot of work.Copy !req
390. We don't know it was her for sure.
Doesn't strike me as Rose, really.Copy !req
391. She was charged on my testimony, Mabel.Copy !req
392. - Don't you think it was her?
- Well... no.Copy !req
393. Are there other people who would do this
to Edith, do you think?Copy !req
394. - Any other people with grudges?
- I shouldn't think so.Copy !req
395. - No.
- Sorry I'm late. Andrew ran away.Copy !req
396. - Who's Andrew?
- A pig.Copy !req
397. - Oh. Right.
- Grudges? Oh-ho, God, yeah!Copy !req
398. Against Edith? I got four, just off the bat.Copy !req
399. - Yes, I mean Marjorie Stones!
- Oh, five, then. Hadn't thought about her.Copy !req
400. From the dairy?
I thought we had a good back-and-forth.Copy !req
401. - Oh, no, dear.
- She says you got "a gloating air".Copy !req
402. - Oh, what a lot I'm learning.
- I wouldn't bother about it.Copy !req
403. Interesting to find that out now...Copy !req
404. Sorry, can everyone just stop
for a moment?Copy !req
405. - Can everyone just stop?
- We have done.Copy !req
406. Right.Copy !req
407. Police woman, forget your name,
are you telling me it isn't Rose?Copy !req
408. I'm not involved in the investigation,Copy !req
409. but we have to examine everything
before sending a woman to jail.Copy !req
410. Hark at you, ma'am.Copy !req
411. And what next? Set her free?Copy !req
412. If she hasn't done it,
let her roam the land at leisure?Copy !req
413. Well... yes.Copy !req
414. - The woman's a spider on legs!
- Spiders already have legs.Copy !req
415. - As in a monster, is what I'm saying.
- Rose is a one, but she's not cruel.Copy !req
416. Really?Copy !req
417. Calling Edith a frigid, ugly old spinster,
who still lives at home,Copy !req
418. with no life, is not cruel?Copy !req
419. I don't think the letters have said
those particular things.Copy !req
420. - Well, where have I got them from, then?
- Your brain, I think.Copy !req
421. Right. Well...Copy !req
422. Apologies, Edith. In that case.Copy !req
423. We're friends with Edie, but we got
to know Rose, too, and we like her.Copy !req
424. - Sorry, Edith.
- No need to say sorry.Copy !req
425. Any kindness shown to anyone
gives me joy.Copy !req
426. And if it isn't her, she's awaiting trial
in that wretched prison,Copy !req
427. and her kin haven't even got a shilling,
let alone three pounds to bail her out.Copy !req
428. What on God's earth can be done?Copy !req
429. 'Officer Moss, I'm not so stupid
I don't know my own reputation.Copy !req
430. 'A tart on the run from Ireland,
is what it boils down to.Copy !req
431. 'So your man there assumes it's me.Copy !req
432. 'But I didn't leave Ireland for my sake.
I left for Nancy.Copy !req
433. 'I mean, why would I risk it all
to write some letters to Edith Swan?Copy !req
434. 'You must know it wasn't me.Copy !req
435. 'You may not like me much,
but can't you help me?Copy !req
436. 'Yours, Rose Gooding.'Copy !req
437. 'Dear Miss Gooding.
I absolutely cannot help you.Copy !req
438. 'I'm a police officer,
and you are a suspect.Copy !req
439. 'To do so would be to violate
the most basic codes of service.Copy !req
440. 'It is beyond question.Copy !req
441. 'Yours, Woman Police Officer Moss.'Copy !req
442. - Come on, then.
- What?Copy !req
443. You're bailed until trial. Hurry up!Copy !req
444. I'm not? Am I?Copy !req
445. By who?Copy !req
446. What? Why the fuck
have you done that?Copy !req
447. I didn't need your help, I was fine.
I was enjoying myself.Copy !req
448. How could you afford three pounds?Copy !req
449. She sold one of her pigs.Copy !req
450. - Did you really?
- Well, he was quite ill, so no loss.Copy !req
451. Well, I can't believe you've done that.Copy !req
452. No, honestly, don't tell anyone,
but he's dying from rot.Copy !req
453. - Rot?
- Pig rot.Copy !req
454. Jesus.Copy !req
455. - What are you gonna do?
- Nothing.Copy !req
456. I'm just gonna lie low until the trial.Copy !req
457. I mean, I can't see
why they think it's me.Copy !req
458. I was a bit roisterous once or twice.Copy !req
459. That won't stand up in court, though.Copy !req
460. I mean, people have to-dos all the time.Copy !req
461. Why you and not anyone else?Copy !req
462. - I mean, why not Sidney?
- Why Sidney?Copy !req
463. Oh, Edith led him along something rotten,
and then dropped him.Copy !req
464. What, she dropped him?
I thought it was the other way round.Copy !req
465. Hmm... not how I remember it.Copy !req
466. Why ain't anyone pointing
a finger at him?Copy !req
467. He's decent, I'm not.Copy !req
468. Well, nobody's perfect.Copy !req
469. I'm a lovely lady,
but my hygiene habits are medieval.Copy !req
470. They're alarming even to me.
Does that make me a criminal?Copy !req
471. No, it doesn't.Copy !req
472. And decent didn't matter
when we were working in their factories,Copy !req
473. and driving their tractors.Copy !req
474. Oh, we have to go back
to being decent, do we?Copy !req
475. Well... fuck 'em!Copy !req
476. I've got some rum. Fuck 'em up the arse!Copy !req
477. Nancy! What did I say
about playing guitar while I'm away?Copy !req
478. Get in! And you're bloody smoking!
Do you want your lungs turn black?Copy !req
479. I'm getting better! I'm sorry.Copy !req
480. It's not good enough! I've been away
for a few months, and you already play...Copy !req
481. Didn't I tell you I'd be back, hmm?Copy !req
482. See?Copy !req
483. Don't let them fuck you up, hmm?Copy !req
484. You shaved specially for me, admit it.Copy !req
485. Ow! Fuck, are you trying
to boil me, man?Copy !req
486. - How's Nance really been?
- She's been fine.Copy !req
487. She loves you, you know.Copy !req
488. I know. You both do.Copy !req
489. - Hello, there. Daily Mail.
- No!Copy !req
490. No, no, no... I'm not going to grill you
about the letters.Copy !req
491. What, then?Copy !req
492. No, that is what I'm going to do.Copy !req
493. Why do they even care?Copy !req
494. Cos people like to pick a side.Copy !req
495. - And them letters are filth.
- They're fucking funny.Copy !req
496. "Peculiar case of..."Copy !req
497. "the Littlehampton letter victim,
Miss Edith Swan, speaks"Copy !req
498. "of her faith and forbearance
with grace and dignity..."Copy !req
499. Give me fucking strength!Copy !req
500. These houses are going to the dogs.Copy !req
501. Sorry, Father, I was onto that next.Copy !req
502. Dazzled by the limelight, are you?Copy !req
503. Head turned
by Madame and Monsieur Fame?Copy !req
504. - Don't you get carried away.
- Oh, no, Father, I've sat down two seconds.Copy !req
505. - Remember your place.
- Course.Copy !req
506. Yes, Father.Copy !req
507. Rose?Copy !req
508. What timing.Copy !req
509. I've thought and prayed about what
I'd say to you the first time I saw you.Copy !req
510. Oh, well... no hard feelings.
It was good to get away.Copy !req
511. - I forgive you, Rose.
- Edith... I didn't do it.Copy !req
512. Who's that?Copy !req
513. Er... that's me. I'm sorry.Copy !req
514. I thought this was
more of a private situation.Copy !req
515. But also, I... didn't want to leave
in case of problems,Copy !req
516. so I held position.Copy !req
517. The Father and I have been discussing
a sermon I might give at St Catherine's.Copy !req
518. We're all positively fizzing with the idea.Copy !req
519. And I had a passage
I wanted to read to you, too.Copy !req
520. - That's what I mean by "good timing".
- Twist of fate.Copy !req
521. - No, thank you.
- No... thank you?Copy !req
522. - It's very short, quite energising.
- You don't want me any more energised.Copy !req
523. - Not unless you want a good bannicking.
- A physical threat?Copy !req
524. It's like a trapdoor to hell opens up
everywhere you tread.Copy !req
525. - I'm not actually evil, you know?
- No, but you've got evil in you.Copy !req
526. No, no, it's not your fault,
but you were born with it...Copy !req
527. I like you, Rose, and I'd like to bring you
to the light. For Nancy's sake.Copy !req
528. You can keep your fucking light.Copy !req
529. What are you doing? What's all this for?Copy !req
530. Nothing. I'm just making the house nice.Copy !req
531. - Like nice mothers do.
- Well, you're already a nice mother.Copy !req
532. I just want it all to be
a bit better for Nancy.Copy !req
533. It's too late for me, but I just wanted it
to be a bit... better, you know...Copy !req
534. - Fuck!
- Hey, hey.Copy !req
535. I'm fine!Copy !req
536. If I just prove to people that I don't have
a demon residing inside my fucking abdomen,Copy !req
537. then maybe I wouldn't...Copy !req
538. Explain this what just came
with the postman!Copy !req
539. - Explain it! Soon as you're back!
- I didn't! I promise I...Copy !req
540. - This'll be the death of me!
- "Dear Miss Swan."Copy !req
541. "You bloody fucking old saggy sack
of chicken piss."Copy !req
542. "You want fucking in the nose holes,
you old beetle!"Copy !req
543. Beetle?Copy !req
544. Edith, you honestly don't think
I've been doing this.Copy !req
545. I don't know anymore.Copy !req
546. Father, it mightn't be her.
It could be all kinds of people.Copy !req
547. - She was my friend.
- No! She wasn't your friend.Copy !req
548. - She's a lying slut!
- Hey, what did you just say?Copy !req
549. You know she is. Be a man, son!Copy !req
550. Don't front up to me, old boy.
I used to box in bars for cash!Copy !req
551. Don't tell people that, obviously.Copy !req
552. - And you stink out the wash house, too.
- Bill!Copy !req
553. Well, he does. I think you're ill, mate.Copy !req
554. My God, please!Copy !req
555. Bill! Get inside! Get inside!Copy !req
556. Get inside!Copy !req
557. - No, I just want this to stop!
- Oi, oi, oi! Where is she?Copy !req
558. Lizzie, what's the matter?Copy !req
559. I've just had this,
saying I'm a middling hooker,Copy !req
560. and my fella's having it off
with a tall governess!Copy !req
561. Sending them to everyone now, are you?Copy !req
562. What? No... Are you a fucking eejit?
Why would I...?Copy !req
563. - More letters. Lizzie Bailey's just...
- We know. She's been fined a ha'penny.Copy !req
564. Ha'penny? She could've killed her
with that shovel!Copy !req
565. - How many have you got? Shut them blinds.
- Six just this morning on my rounds.Copy !req
566. - All to people connected with Gooding?
- Yep.Copy !req
567. - There or thereabout.
- I've filed four.Copy !req
568. Two of mine alluded in a roundabout way
to sodomy, beg pardon there, Gladys.Copy !req
569. One of them used a word
I've never even seen before.Copy !req
570. Yeah. I actually think it's Greek in origin.Copy !req
571. - Really? How do you know that?
- Fascinating how language travels.Copy !req
572. - It's horrific.
- So, that is eleven...Copy !req
573. Doesn't it seem a bit queer to you
Rose would do that,Copy !req
574. knowing she'd lose everything?Copy !req
575. Gone soft for her. Christ!Copy !req
576. She's just this moment out,
and here they all are.Copy !req
577. She boozes, then she curses.Copy !req
578. - So do you.
- Huh?Copy !req
579. - Why's worse when she does it?
- Well...Copy !req
580. - Yeah, go on, say it again...
- It's obvious she didn't do it.Copy !req
581. Can you at least admit
there's a chance she didn't do it?Copy !req
582. Definitely not. Christ, Glad,
that Gooding wench is done!Copy !req
583. I've had one now,
calling my wife's voice too deep,Copy !req
584. which she already knows, thank you.Copy !req
585. And it aches when she tries
to pitch-up anyway.Copy !req
586. Gladys, can you get some tea on, please?Copy !req
587. Gladys?Copy !req
588. Milk and two sugars.Copy !req
589. 'On Tuesday, the Home Secretary
Mr Edward Shortt was compelledCopy !req
590. 'to answer a question in ParliamentCopy !req
591. 'about the ever-growing scandal
of the Littlehampton letters.Copy !req
592. 'The poison-pen missives,
obscene and malicious in equal measure,Copy !req
593. 'are causing widespread distress
across the county.Copy !req
594. 'Now numbering over one hundred,Copy !req
595. 'Mr Shortt called them
a national embarrassment,Copy !req
596. 'but said he has immeasurable faith
in his exemplary police forceCopy !req
597. 'to find the culprit in the end.Copy !req
598. 'The mystery of the letters
continues to captivate the nation,Copy !req
599. 'in which every household has an opinionCopy !req
600. 'on whether Miss Rose Gooding
is innocent or guilty.'Copy !req
601. It's German.Copy !req
602. Oh. Hello.
Is Miss... Is Gladys in, please?Copy !req
603. Winnie...Copy !req
604. My niece. Wants to be an officer,
apparently. Off you go.Copy !req
605. And be a good one, if you do,
Winnie, love.Copy !req
606. I bally will.Copy !req
607. - How can I help, Rose?
- You tepid fucking cow...Copy !req
608. Ow! Fuck me! Don't break it now,
that's my letter-writing arm!Copy !req
609. I want this on your fucking conscience.
I asked you for help!Copy !req
610. I'm an officer.
Why would I help a suspect?Copy !req
611. Because the police are horseshit!Copy !req
612. If you want help, Rose, there are better ways
to go about it than cursing and fighting.Copy !req
613. I don't need your fucking help.
I don't trust your fucking help!Copy !req
614. - But would you help me?
- You don't need it, apparently.Copy !req
615. - No. Are you offering?
- No, I'm not.Copy !req
616. Right, then, fuck off!Copy !req
617. I would like to interview you, though,
one more time.Copy !req
618. In the spirit of rigour.Copy !req
619. Rigour? Ha-ha!Copy !req
620. If you'd like to step inside...Copy !req
621. "While many of her gender
take to the streets in protest,"Copy !req
622. "Miss Swan might teach them
something of moral rectitude."Copy !req
623. "The childless spinster is grim-looking
and by no means conventionally charming."Copy !req
624. - Oh...
- Well, that's not true.Copy !req
625. "Miss Swan refuses
to condemn her neighbour."Copy !req
626. "'It is in the pardoning
that we are pardoned, ' she says."Copy !req
627. "She will give a sermon herself
at St Catherine's in the coming weeks."Copy !req
628. Ooh, you are a treasure.
Now, you must be pleased with that.Copy !req
629. Pride changes angels into devils.Copy !req
630. Do you know what men will do
with this picture, hmm?Copy !req
631. Pin it on the privy door, is what.Copy !req
632. - It's disgusting.
- Father, it's nothing, it's...Copy !req
633. It's... just a small interview.
It doesn't warrant...Copy !req
634. I'm sorry.Copy !req
635. I'm a...Copy !req
636. - Am I being silly?
- Somewhat, Father.Copy !req
637. A daft egg, am I?Copy !req
638. Edward!Copy !req
639. No, you're right. I'll lower my voice.Copy !req
640. Goodness knows
what the neighbours might think!Copy !req
641. I won't be made a nancy-boy!Copy !req
642. You might be trotting up the fucking
pulpit, but whose household is this?Copy !req
643. - It's yours.
- Who's the captain of this ship?Copy !req
644. - You.
- And what are you?Copy !req
645. - I don't know.
- What are you?Copy !req
646. Father...Copy !req
647. You're my little Edie.Copy !req
648. And you always will be.Copy !req
649. Proverbs, chapter three,
verses 11 and 12.Copy !req
650. Two hundred times.Copy !req
651. Do I have to count to three?Copy !req
652. Apologies for the language.Copy !req
653. I don't like the way you speak
or the way you act.Copy !req
654. Rose, I should be clear,
this isn't about being friends.Copy !req
655. Uh, good God, no, Gladys.
You got your career to think about.Copy !req
656. Woman Police Officer Moss, please.Copy !req
657. I'm not saying all that.
I will say Officer Moss.Copy !req
658. - Woman Police Officer Moss!
- I can see you're a woman. Jesus!Copy !req
659. I don't think you wrote these letters,
Miss Gooding.Copy !req
660. Cos look.
This is a formal, educated hand.Copy !req
661. Whereas yours is... I mean...Copy !req
662. - Did you go to school?
- Yes, thank you!Copy !req
663. - Because you capitalise your 'Fs'.
- Yeah, it looks better.Copy !req
664. Is there some rule book that says
which letters you capitaliseCopy !req
665. and which ones you don't, and when?Copy !req
666. Yes, there is.Copy !req
667. The writing in the letters is quite florid.
The 'S', the 'F', the 'G'...Copy !req
668. Who's got time to write
fucking 'Gs' like that?Copy !req
669. Up to them, I suppose.Copy !req
670. The scope of the crime has widened
since we last spoke.Copy !req
671. Now, the sentence could easily be
a year's hard labour, by my reckoning.Copy !req
672. During which you would presumably
lose custody of your child.Copy !req
673. There are ten days until the trial,
so let's get down to it.Copy !req
674. Thank you for this.Copy !req
675. Have you got a fella?Copy !req
676. Lady police are forbidden marrying
or having children.Copy !req
677. Fucking Jesus shat on the cross!Copy !req
678. Then, why?Copy !req
679. My dad did it. Twenty-two years.Copy !req
680. I think you've been set up, Rose.Copy !req
681. Is there anyone who'd want to do
such a thing?Copy !req
682. Have you got a pen and paper?Copy !req
683. "My son, despise not..."Copy !req
684. "the chastening of the Lord."Copy !req
685. "Neither be weary of his correction."Copy !req
686. "Even as a father..."Copy !req
687. "the son in whom he delighteth."Copy !req
688. "My... son..."Copy !req
689. "despise..."Copy !req
690. "Neither be weary of..."Copy !req
691. "For whom the Lord... loveth."Copy !req
692. "Dear..."Copy !req
693. "Edith."Copy !req
694. "You big..."Copy !req
695. "fucking..."Copy !req
696. "arsehole."Copy !req
697. - Oh...
- Edith!Copy !req
698. Edith... Edith!Copy !req
699. Oh, oh...Copy !req
700. - Edith!
- Oh! What's happened? Oh!Copy !req
701. - Mother...
- Go and get a doctor.Copy !req
702. Alright, love?Copy !req
703. Go and get a doctor, quick!Copy !req
704. Quick!Copy !req
705. Are you alright there, Edith?Copy !req
706. Oh, yes, yes. What do I do again?Copy !req
707. It's just a small amount of paperwork.Copy !req
708. Someone will have to formally confirm
that it's her. I have to witness.Copy !req
709. Right. My father's upstairs, so...Copy !req
710. Righty-ho. Let's, er... please.Copy !req
711. It's just your name.Copy !req
712. And then the signature.Copy !req
713. She was so good. She was good.Copy !req
714. So sorry. Sorry. I seem quite overcome.Copy !req
715. We'll find who wrote these letters,
Miss Swan.Copy !req
716. What do you mean?
I thought the police knew it was Rose.Copy !req
717. That does appear to be the case, yes.Copy !req
718. On behalf of the Swan family,Copy !req
719. I would like to pay tribute
to Victoria Swan.Copy !req
720. In a time when our morality
is threatened,Copy !req
721. and women everywhere
are losing their decorum,Copy !req
722. she was a woman who knew her role.Copy !req
723. These recent crimes
must not cause despair.Copy !req
724. Rather we must remember
that in God's eyes,Copy !req
725. the guilty inform on themselves
with their own souls,Copy !req
726. and the pure of heart... are set free.Copy !req
727. Amen.Copy !req
728. Let us pray for Edward and Edith,Copy !req
729. and all that Victoria leaves behind her.Copy !req
730. - You're a bright button, aren't you?
- I just want to be a part of it, sir.Copy !req
731. - I don't want anything special.
- Sir?Copy !req
732. - Something major.
- Wait.Copy !req
733. Everyone wants a part of it,
we got hacks from France,Copy !req
734. a private investigator from Sweden,
all got theories.Copy !req
735. Problem is, you've been asking
questions behind my back, ain't you?Copy !req
736. - Well, not really.
- You don't have to lie. People talk.Copy !req
737. You got a policeman's nose.Copy !req
738. Maybe I asked
the odd innocent question, sir.Copy !req
739. - Sir, could I quickly...?
- Not now.Copy !req
740. Problem is, I asked you not to.Copy !req
741. Do you think you're the first person
to suspect Edith?Copy !req
742. I told you, handwriting won't cut it in trial.Copy !req
743. Especially coming from you.Copy !req
744. - I'm a police officer...
- Woman Police Officer.Copy !req
745. Don't have to say that every time,
people can see I'm a woman.Copy !req
746. Home Secretary's in Parliament,
saying we need to catch the letter-writer,Copy !req
747. so I fucking will, my God!Copy !req
748. You'd need to catch her red-handed.
And how are you gonna do that?Copy !req
749. Yes?Copy !req
750. We got a psychic.
From Toronto, Canada.Copy !req
751. - Yes?
- Says he's got an amethyst.Copy !req
752. - Sounds like a pretty powerful one.
- Get out of my office.Copy !req
753. Will do.Copy !req
754. You know I have to suspend you.Copy !req
755. You know that.Copy !req
756. Please, sir, I, er... I think...Copy !req
757. Please, sir.Copy !req
758. You know what was good
about your father?Copy !req
759. He knew the hierarchy,
and he did what he was told.Copy !req
760. Look at these. Handcuffs.Copy !req
761. They could be yours.Copy !req
762. But if you meddle in my case again,
they'll be on your fucking wrists.Copy !req
763. What are you doing?Copy !req
764. Nothing.Copy !req
765. "Dear Mrs Pagwell. You arse sucker."Copy !req
766. "Call that a chin?
There's nothing fucking there."Copy !req
767. That wily higgler. I don't believe it.Copy !req
768. I think it's a kind of mania.Copy !req
769. Well, Rose will kill her.
She's got the red mist.Copy !req
770. She won't, because we won't tell her.
Not till we've proved it.Copy !req
771. - We have a week.
- Police know you're doing this?Copy !req
772. I'm not currently working
at the police, no.Copy !req
773. Oh!Copy !req
774. You're got some plums.Copy !req
775. Keep this between us.Copy !req
776. Why me? I don't like secrets.
They actually give me a churny tum.Copy !req
777. Cos your shed overlooks
their house, doesn't it?Copy !req
778. Oh...Copy !req
779. I'm gonna need some bran.Copy !req
780. I'll take that as a yes.Copy !req
781. Sorry for your troubles.Copy !req
782. I mean it.
She was a good lady, your mother.Copy !req
783. How have you been getting on?Copy !req
784. Oh, I've been feeling grand, thank you.Copy !req
785. - How about you?
- I'm a wee bit preoccupied.Copy !req
786. Yes. I see they trumpet me
in Parliament.Copy !req
787. Well, there's a range of opinions.Copy !req
788. - Where did you learn to read?
- A local priest taught me.Copy !req
789. At least he said he was a priest.
Asked me to elope to Morocco in the end.Copy !req
790. He was a fine tutor of letters.
How about yourself?Copy !req
791. I used to help my father
with the signwriting from a very early age.Copy !req
792. I did all the ones for Glimson's Dairy
when I was only eight.Copy !req
793. Oh, would you return my patty pans
before the trial next week?Copy !req
794. Just in case I don't see you
for a long while afterwards. Ta.Copy !req
795. "Ta."Copy !req
796. Fucking mardy old bitch!Copy !req
797. What is the nature of their conversation?Copy !req
798. - Nature of the conversation is...
- Angry?Copy !req
799. - Hostile.
- Where is Edith now?Copy !req
800. - Edith's heading up the road.
- Heading up the road in which direction?Copy !req
801. - North-by-northwest.
- North-by-northwest.Copy !req
802. She has disappeared
around the corner at 9:26 and a half.Copy !req
803. This way round...Copy !req
804. - Oh, alright.
- Mr Francis Hill.Copy !req
805. - 52, Sussex Terrace. That is...
- Mark there.Copy !req
806. - 62, Windsor Street...
- That's all the way here.Copy !req
807. - That's out of town, really, innit?
- Did she go all the way to 62, Windsor St.Copy !req
808. Put that chicken down.
Come on, then, let's get an early start.Copy !req
809. Now, my girls, you be good.Copy !req
810. "Dear Gladys. Thank God
your dad got shot. You smelly bitch."Copy !req
811. "You think you're so clever,
but you're fucking not."Copy !req
812. Right, back to work.Copy !req
813. '"You rank, foxy-arse measle.
You'll soon find yourselves in the dock.'Copy !req
814. "The lot of you bloody fucking buggers."Copy !req
815. - Linden Drive as well.
- Oh, what, two in Linden Drive? No?Copy !req
816. "You foxy-arse, beetle-headed slut."Copy !req
817. "You piss country whore."Copy !req
818. '"To the old bastard Mitchells.
You elf-skinned country whores.'Copy !req
819. "You belong in a cave."
"You foxy-arse rabbit-fuckers."Copy !req
820. "You mouldy old tart."
"You belong in hell."Copy !req
821. - Do we get the timings on how she goes...
- I've got all the timings.Copy !req
822. "You dirty fucking sods." Hmm...Copy !req
823. 9:04.Copy !req
824. Wait...Copy !req
825. We've got her!Copy !req
826. Let's get the postie.Copy !req
827. No. To her aunty in Worthing.Copy !req
828. Saying she's very sorry she's ill.
Also correcting her spelling of "diabetes".Copy !req
829. Thank you.Copy !req
830. Oh! That's rude.Copy !req
831. We're out of time.Copy !req
832. 'Trial's tomorrow.
Rose is gonna go down.'Copy !req
833. Aye, we'll have one of them, please.Copy !req
834. - Enjoy.
- Thank you.Copy !req
835. - Thank you.
- Thank you.Copy !req
836. - Is it nice?
- Mm-hmm.Copy !req
837. Please don't do anything, Rose.Copy !req
838. If the game's voided, we share the points,
and my winning streak's in tatters.Copy !req
839. I'm civil.Copy !req
840. Just never got my invite
to the whist, did I?Copy !req
841. I don't even know who the fuck she is.Copy !req
842. Dorothea.Copy !req
843. Would you like a game, then?Copy !req
844. Your hands, ladies.Copy !req
845. What was it?Copy !req
846. Edith.Copy !req
847. Why?Copy !req
848. Rose, you've turned up to Christian
Women's Whist without invitation,Copy !req
849. carrying liquor, and I might add
with a general attitude of Ireland.Copy !req
850. Isn't that terrible?Copy !req
851. Isn't that just so damnably
fucking wicked of me?Copy !req
852. Everyone is going to know... what I know.Copy !req
853. I'll pray for you.Copy !req
854. Oh!Copy !req
855. I'll see you in court!Copy !req
856. Step back!Copy !req
857. - Order!
- Step back!Copy !req
858. Please be seated for Judge Maccleston.Copy !req
859. Miss Gooding,
you know why you're here, I suppose.Copy !req
860. Is it the letters, by any chance?Copy !req
861. Order!Copy !req
862. Will you take a look at this list of people,Copy !req
863. and pick out any names
that you don't know?Copy !req
864. I know all of them, one way or another.Copy !req
865. Did you know that
that is the list of all the peopleCopy !req
866. - who've been sent poison-pen letters?
- It occurred to me, yes.Copy !req
867. Isn't it an extraordinary coincidence
that you know them all?Copy !req
868. - It would appear that way, yes.
- Thank you, m'lud.Copy !req
869. You're a mother
to a darling daughter Nancy.Copy !req
870. Darling? Some of the time.Copy !req
871. Erm... and your husband gave his life
for this nation in the war?Copy !req
872. - Well, he wasn't the only one.
- That must've been unimaginably hard.Copy !req
873. It was, yes. But you keep going,
and she's worth it, just about, anyway.Copy !req
874. I suppose you'd miss your daughter,
if you went to jail.Copy !req
875. So much.Copy !req
876. So why would you send so many letters
that are so easily traceable back to you?Copy !req
877. I wouldn't. That'd be insanity.Copy !req
878. After all, you're known
for being somewhat direct.Copy !req
879. Why would I send a letter,
when I can just say it?Copy !req
880. Thank you, m'lud.Copy !req
881. Thank you for joining us, Miss Swan,Copy !req
882. at a time that must be filled
with grief and dismay.Copy !req
883. Your mother was the treasurer
of the Christian Wives, wasn't she?Copy !req
884. Yes, we're all humble servants to the CW
in our family, by the grace of God.Copy !req
885. Can you please read this out,
Miss Swan?Copy !req
886. No? Alright.Copy !req
887. I'll do it.Copy !req
888. "You fucking old steaming bag
of wet leaking shit!"Copy !req
889. "Your fucking arse is bigger
than the moon,"Copy !req
890. "and your cat wants
a good fucking burning, too,"Copy !req
891. "I reckon, you stupid big stinker!"Copy !req
892. - "You mangy old titler's turnip..."
- Order!Copy !req
893. - Silence in the court!
- Thank you, m'lud.Copy !req
894. "You salty old sod."Copy !req
895. Erm...Copy !req
896. How does this make you feel,
Miss Swan?Copy !req
897. I don't know. Not good, not good at all.Copy !req
898. M'lud...Copy !req
899. Is this your handwriting, Miss Swan?Copy !req
900. It is.Copy !req
901. And can you confirm that
that is the 'G' you normally write with?Copy !req
902. I think so.Copy !req
903. Not many people write 'Gs' like that,
do they?Copy !req
904. I suppose not. I like to make an effort
in all my endeavours.Copy !req
905. And can you examine the 'G'
in exhibit 4-C here?Copy !req
906. Is that the same?Copy !req
907. - Yes.
- Yes.Copy !req
908. And can you examine the 'G'
in exhibit 4-D?Copy !req
909. Is that the same?Copy !req
910. No.Copy !req
911. No. 4-D is Rose Gooding's handwritingCopy !req
912. from a letter to the bank.Copy !req
913. And what would you say if I said
that the 'G' in 4-C,Copy !req
914. the same as your 'G',
was in fact the 'G' that appears...Copy !req
915. in the Littlehampton letters?Copy !req
916. Objection, m'lud! Handwriting
analysis is completely spurious!Copy !req
917. Please! Please!Copy !req
918. - You...
- Silence!Copy !req
919. Miss Swan?Copy !req
920. No.Copy !req
921. I object, Your Honour.
Who is on trial here?Copy !req
922. Trying to establish reasonable
doubt in the accusation of my client.Copy !req
923. And the 'G' in this letter
is the same. Isn't it?Copy !req
924. Isn't it?Copy !req
925. Yes, but lots of people
probably do those 'Gs'.Copy !req
926. You just said you didn't think
people would use...Copy !req
927. - I don't know, I don't know.
- Why is it the same 'G', Miss Swan?Copy !req
928. I can't explain it, I can't explain any of it.Copy !req
929. - M'lud, Miss Swan is recently bereaved...
- I never meant it to go to trial.Copy !req
930. Really, I didn't. My father taught me
to do those 'Gs'...Copy !req
931. Did you write the letters?Copy !req
932. - My lord, this is harassing!
- Please don't... don't... don't worry.Copy !req
933. Don't worry. Cos none of it matters really.Copy !req
934. - I beg your pardon?
- God's is the only justice.Copy !req
935. All that happens, he makes it so.
All is well. All is well...Copy !req
936. Oh!Copy !req
937. Right, er...
let us convene there... shall we?Copy !req
938. Enough of this. Just expose everything...Copy !req
939. We would like to recall Miss... Gooding.Copy !req
940. Miss Gooding... would you say that
the death of your husband at war...Copy !req
941. has affected your mind or sanity?Copy !req
942. - We object!
- We will allow it.Copy !req
943. No. I've always been like this.Copy !req
944. Do get on to the line of enquiry,
Mr Treading.Copy !req
945. Erm... Miss Gooding,
what was your late husband's name?Copy !req
946. My husband?
What's that got to do with this?Copy !req
947. - Just making sure we have all the facts.
- Why does it matter?Copy !req
948. You... don't know his name?Copy !req
949. - Of course I know his name.
- M'lud!Copy !req
950. Er... go on.Copy !req
951. Did your husband die in the war?Copy !req
952. Yes.Copy !req
953. Then why, Miss Gooding,
is there no record whateverCopy !req
954. of any marriage of you to anyoneCopy !req
955. in any record that we can find here,Copy !req
956. or where you purport
to have come from?Copy !req
957. - I don't know.
- Did you lie about this marriage?Copy !req
958. - No.
- Did you lie to cover up...Copy !req
959. the illegitimate birth
of your daughter Nancy?Copy !req
960. Don't you dare talk about Nancy
that way?Copy !req
961. - Is that why you came to Littlehampton?
- No!Copy !req
962. To cover up the sin
of a child born out of wedlock?Copy !req
963. No!Copy !req
964. To fabricate a sympathetic story
of a fictitious husbandCopy !req
965. who happened to die in the Great War?Copy !req
966. To trade off other people's heroism,
off their death?Copy !req
967. - What would you do?
- Oh!Copy !req
968. Order!Copy !req
969. Order!Copy !req
970. I put it to you that you are a serial liar.Copy !req
971. A serial creator of falsehoods
and personas.Copy !req
972. the upright mother.Copy !req
973. the tart.Copy !req
974. And one: the writer
of the Littlehampton letters!Copy !req
975. What say you?Copy !req
976. Silence!Copy !req
977. M'lud.Copy !req
978. We will reconvene on Monday
for the giving of verdict by jury.Copy !req
979. Good day.Copy !req
980. Nancy's asleep upstairs.Copy !req
981. I told you, it was for her sake, Bill.Copy !req
982. You told my mother.Copy !req
983. Told her about the moment
you got the news. You told everyone.Copy !req
984. I had no choice, Bill.
You know I didn't. I had to say...Copy !req
985. But you didn't have to say it to me!Copy !req
986. I'm going...Copy !req
987. I'm going to lose her, Bill.Copy !req
988. Who's her father?Copy !req
989. Don't... don't do that.Copy !req
990. - Who's her father?
- He was no good to me.Copy !req
991. I didn't want her seeing that.
I had to leave.Copy !req
992. No, Bill, don't go! Please!Copy !req
993. Fuck!Copy !req
994. No... Nancy!Copy !req
995. Nancy! What are you doing?
Give it here!Copy !req
996. I don't want you! They all think
you're a loon! Look, just fuck off!Copy !req
997. - What did you say?
- It's your fault, you're a freak!Copy !req
998. You're a slut, and you're living in sin!
You belong in jail!Copy !req
999. Nancy, no! I'm sorry!Copy !req
1000. I'm sorry.Copy !req
1001. Nearly there.Copy !req
1002. She won't survive all this.Copy !req
1003. You have to stay calm.
And then things'll get back to normal.Copy !req
1004. Well...Copy !req
1005. almost, eh?Copy !req
1006. You don't like the idea
of me leaving this house, do you?Copy !req
1007. That's why you sent Sidney away,
isn't it?Copy !req
1008. I bet you called the CPS on Rose, and all.Copy !req
1009. I liked him.Copy !req
1010. I liked them both.Copy !req
1011. No...Copy !req
1012. You don't know what you like.Copy !req
1013. Now, tidy up...Copy !req
1014. and no more of this shit.Copy !req
1015. Turn around.Copy !req
1016. Alright, Dad... what would you do?Copy !req
1017. No, no, the other way. Winnie, stay still.Copy !req
1018. - What?
- Are you busy?Copy !req
1019. - I'm just boiling an egg.
- Right, come on, then!Copy !req
1020. What? No, as in, "Yes, I'm busy,
I'm boiling an egg."Copy !req
1021. Hurry up! I've had an idea.Copy !req
1022. Shh!Copy !req
1023. Yes?Copy !req
1024. You don't still think
Rose is guilty, do you?Copy !req
1025. Were you at the trial?Copy !req
1026. Come on over to mine, then. Now.Copy !req
1027. We'll be boiling eggs.Copy !req
1028. Oh.Copy !req
1029. - I'm not standing for it.
- I should think not.Copy !req
1030. Come on, then.Copy !req
1031. Rose is about to go down
for something she didn't do.Copy !req
1032. - Now, I have a plan...
- No, sorry. Fuck you, no.Copy !req
1033. I won't listen to another word till my egg.Copy !req
1034. Can you really not wait?
You're such an energetic person usually.Copy !req
1035. That's the fucking eggs!Copy !req
1036. Hmm. Worth its weight in gold.Copy !req
1037. 'Preciated.Copy !req
1038. Apologies.Copy !req
1039. - Where were we?
- As I was saying...Copy !req
1040. I have a plan. And the first things
we need are salt...Copy !req
1041. 'Red cabbage, ammonia, lemon, vinegar.'Copy !req
1042. And baking soda.Copy !req
1043. I need to dissolve this.
Can I have some of yours?Copy !req
1044. Yeah, gimme a sec.Copy !req
1045. - There's a hair in there.
- That'll dissolve.Copy !req
1046. Shall I remove the hair or keep it in?Copy !req
1047. - No, leave it in.
- Does that look alright?Copy !req
1048. Hmm...Copy !req
1049. While the judge considers the sentence,Copy !req
1050. Edith has one more chance
of sending a letter,Copy !req
1051. and we'll catch her in the act.Copy !req
1052. "You foxy-arse rabbit-fucker."Copy !req
1053. "God will punish you,
you bloody, fucking, buggered fucks."Copy !req
1054. The letter must be incontrovertibly hers,
or it won't stick.Copy !req
1055. - Jesus, pass the dictionary.
- It means definitely.Copy !req
1056. Well, say "definitely" then, Gladys.Copy !req
1057. 'Hence... the invisible ink.'Copy !req
1058. Oh...Copy !req
1059. "Judge Maccleston,
22, Sea Street, Lewes."Copy !req
1060. I'd like to send this to Lewes, please.Copy !req
1061. - Oh! Sorry, guys!
- Oh, really?Copy !req
1062. Sorry, sorry. I'll take over.Copy !req
1063. Thanks so much.Copy !req
1064. Where am I going, eh?Copy !req
1065. Shh!Copy !req
1066. She's going in.Copy !req
1067. Oh, Edith! What a nice surprise.Copy !req
1068. Hello, Kate. One two-penny, please.Copy !req
1069. The offer still stands with those cuffs.Copy !req
1070. I think you should stop
asking me that now.Copy !req
1071. - Hey!
- Hmm?Copy !req
1072. Police are coming. Go out the back.Copy !req
1073. - Go on, get out the back.
- Fuck it!Copy !req
1074. - Ready?
- Ready. You ready?Copy !req
1075. - I'm ready.
- Ready.Copy !req
1076. - Knock.
- Knock.Copy !req
1077. No, do the knock.Copy !req
1078. Yeah, I'll do the knock.Copy !req
1079. Miss Gooding's been judged
a risk of flight.Copy !req
1080. Spedding wants her in a cell
before the trial.Copy !req
1081. - Where is she?
- No idea, sir. Sorry.Copy !req
1082. She must be in there.Copy !req
1083. - Whoo!
- Oi!Copy !req
1084. - Well, get after her!
- You get after her, Papperwick!Copy !req
1085. And you! Get after her!Copy !req
1086. Get her now!Copy !req
1087. - Have you seen her?
- That way.Copy !req
1088. - Come on, keep up!
- Yes, sir!Copy !req
1089. Right behind you, sir!Copy !req
1090. Oh, fuck!Copy !req
1091. Go on, Edie. Post it, won't you?Copy !req
1092. Oi! You gonna post that,
you daft old fucker?Copy !req
1093. - You fucking slippery old fucking dodger!
- What are you doing?Copy !req
1094. - I'm just teaching you how to swear proper.
- What are you gonna do?Copy !req
1095. Nothing. I just wanted to talk to you.Copy !req
1096. - I notice you say "foxy-arse" a lot.
- Yeah?Copy !req
1097. And "piss country whore". What is that?Copy !req
1098. I thought you didn't mind
a bit of blue language.Copy !req
1099. - Bit too rough for you suddenly, is it?
- Nobody swears like that.Copy !req
1100. - Yes, they do.
- "Foxy-arse, piss country whore"?Copy !req
1101. - That's really peculiar.
- Well, what would you say?Copy !req
1102. I dunno, I'd have to sit down
and actually write it,Copy !req
1103. but to you, I'd probably say that you look
like fucking Queen Victoria shovedCopy !req
1104. a fucking nettle up her fucking pussy,
I don't know.Copy !req
1105. Well, I think you're a fucking foxy-arse...Copy !req
1106. - Does it always have to be foxy-arse?
- You stink of cum and shit!Copy !req
1107. And the cakes you make look like they've
fallen out of some sheep's fucking arsehole!Copy !req
1108. Better!Copy !req
1109. The baking didn't insult me, but...Copy !req
1110. You've had so many cocks up your fannyCopy !req
1111. that they've set up a fucking stall
and they're selling iced fucking buns!Copy !req
1112. It's better to be a slut
than a lie, though, Edith.Copy !req
1113. No, cos I could post this letter right now,Copy !req
1114. and not a single person
in the entire British EmpireCopy !req
1115. would believe someone like you over me.Copy !req
1116. - I doubt that very much.
- Do you?Copy !req
1117. Oh, fuck it.
I was actually beginning to enjoy that.Copy !req
1118. - Oh!
- Miss Gooding, you're coming with us!Copy !req
1119. - What's all this now, Woman Officer Moss?
- Oh, Mr Spedding!Copy !req
1120. - Thank goodness you're here.
- Wait! Did you get that, Winnie?Copy !req
1121. Yes, Aunty Gladys!Copy !req
1122. - Caught it as it came in.
- Well done.Copy !req
1123. - What the fuck?
- Could've been either of them.Copy !req
1124. Watch, as I develop the private mark
on this stamp.Copy !req
1125. We have a handful of witnesses
of Edith buying this stamp, sir.Copy !req
1126. - It is incontrovertibly hers.
- Means definitely.Copy !req
1127. I said if you meddled,
I'd be putting you in a cell myself.Copy !req
1128. You said we had to find the culprit,
catch her in the act.Copy !req
1129. Miss Swan...Copy !req
1130. I am Police Officer Moss.Copy !req
1131. I must caution you that anything you say
will be taken down in writing.Copy !req
1132. 'How do you find
the defendant Rose Gooding?'Copy !req
1133. 'Our verdict is "not guilty".'Copy !req
1134. Silence!Copy !req
1135. Order! Quiet!Copy !req
1136. - Order in court!
- Justice! Justice!Copy !req
1137. Tell you what, come this way,
the crowds...Copy !req
1138. Can you tell me why now, Edith?Copy !req
1139. Don't think I can, no.Copy !req
1140. I wish it hadn't been you.Copy !req
1141. Once they started, I just couldn't stop.Copy !req
1142. And I thought if I could only be like you,
I'd be alright.Copy !req
1143. Good day to you, Rose. I'll write to you.Copy !req
1144. I'll brace myself.Copy !req
1145. Oi! Come here.Copy !req
1146. Not you, you feck!Copy !req
1147. - You alright?
- Yeah.Copy !req
1148. Close your eyes.Copy !req
1149. Open them.Copy !req
1150. You've got your own now,
Nancy Gooding.Copy !req
1151. Stand back!Copy !req
1152. Well, that was a knotty one,
but we got her in the end.Copy !req
1153. We did, we did.Copy !req
1154. Always had an inkling
it was her, actually.Copy !req
1155. Me, too. Me, too. Suspected quite early.Copy !req
1156. I actually think I said on day dot...
thereabout.Copy !req
1157. Here she comes! Miss Swan!Copy !req
1158. Edith! Edie! Edie!Copy !req
1159. Edie!Copy !req
1160. - I know you didn't do it.
- Yes, I did.Copy !req
1161. - We'll get you bail.
- I did it, Father!Copy !req
1162. - When you get back...
- I'm not coming back.Copy !req
1163. - No, don't say that.
- I'm not coming back home to you ever!Copy !req
1164. - Where else are you gonna go?
- Anywhere!Copy !req
1165. - Edie, shut up, shut up.
- Anywhere! Anywhere!Copy !req
1166. Oh, fuck off, you pasty old shrivelled
old piss bastard fucking old cunt!Copy !req
1167. Ooh!Copy !req