Sister Boniface Mysteries (2022) s02e08 Episode Script
Dead Air
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♪♪
Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
[ Volume lowers ]
Ay-up, my peoples.
We're live.
And we're in your ears
all night long
with the grooviest new tunes,
the bossest beats,
and the far-out 45s.
This is Billy King,
here as ever with my wing man,
Mr. Patt Garrett.
And trust me when I say
tonight is gonna be a gas!
I see we also have a gorgeous
guest joining us here.
In the three years
we've been broadcasting,
this girl has showered us
with letters, requests,
and more meat-filled pies
than any human should eat.
And now I see her, listeners,
this is one fiery-haired
foxy lady.
Coming to you live
from a tip-top secret location,
we're everyone's favourite
pirate station.
This is Radio Catherine.
Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
And you, Mr. Pirate, are about
to walk your own bleeding plank.
Can you hear this?
You mind if we get this
over with, Mr. Greybone?
It's really not a police matter.
And being blunt, there's a pint
with my name on it
waiting at The Spitfire.
wearing shades ♪
So bright,
yeah, she's so bright ♪
She's so pretty,
I hope she never fades ♪
She's so bright,
yeah, she's so bright ♪
Falling in love with you ♪
This can't be right.
They were here!
I was sure this time!
[ Rooster crowing ] - baby,
who'll help you see the light ♪
"Radio Catherine woz here.
Catch us next time."
Aah!
[ Distorted music plays ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
[ Rock music flourish ]
That was Queenmakers with
"Out of Sight."
One for all those poor GPO
boys who are still trying to find us.
Good luck, fellas.
We admire your spirit.
Speaking of which,
I can see old Patt's
having a tipple.
You want some coffee
with that whisky, mate?
[ Clears throat ]
Doctor's orders, people.
Whenever I hear
an annoying voice in my ear.
Oh, it's a nasty
condition, that.
I think they call it
granddad-itus.
[ Coughs ]
Oh? Nice come-back.
Okay. Don't touch your dials.
Nothing's wrong.
It's just Aerial Static
with their new single.
Enjoy.
♪♪
Oh, that girl has gotten
really mean ♪
Oh, that girl has gotten ♪
Mr. Garrett.
Uh, I just want to say
I'm a really big fan.
You walking off
the Light Program
when they wouldn't let you
choose records,
it was amazing.
Thanks, baby.
Well, you know,
if only integrity paid
a little bit better.
Oi, Arnie?
Uh, these headphones
are buzzing.
Sort it out.
So, Peggy.
What do you think
of our humble abode?
Oh, I can't believe I'm here.
I listen every night.
Well, you should stick around,
wait for me to come off air.
I'll show you how
everything works.
I'll push the buttons,
you can twiddle the knobs.
[ Coughs ]
Thanks, but Dad doesn't really
like me being out late, so
♪♪
Mr. Greybone, I will not waste
police resources.
Horses?
Why would we need them?
Resources.
Police resources.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
He's hard of hearing.
Ideal for a GPO engineer
tracing radio broadcasts.
What exactly have
they done wrong?
Well, um, technically,
Radio Catherine are in breach
of the Wireless Telegraphy Act
of 1949.
Though many people argue
that the act's
no longer fit for purpose.
[ Laughter ]
You won't be laughing when I get
my proper direction
finding gear.
Until then
you hear owt,
you contact me here.
I'll take care of it,
even if nobody else does!
[ Scoffs ]
You know Peggy writes
to that station twice weekly.
She'd never forgive you.
I got that tingle in my
fingers, feeling in my back ♪
Now we're moving
in the right direction ♪
Moving in the right
direction ♪
Diamonds on my fingers
and heels on the track ♪
And this is the Control Room,
where Arnie works his magic.
Our technical guru,
and the true pirate
of the station.
Ahoy, there!
Sorry 'cause of
the pirate thing.
Arnie, these headphones
are still buzzing.
Stop boring Peggy and fix them.
Y-Yeah. S-Sorry, Bill.
Leave it with me.
We're all a little bit
tense here.
Lately, we've had
to move the studio more
to avoid getting caught.
And we can't afford
proper mobile equipment.
Will Radio Catherine
be all right?
Between you and me,
we're signing a deal later
that's gonna take care
of everything.
Everywhere you go ♪
To a promising future
together.
Are we missing someone?
Oh.
Arnie's showing out our guest.
Well, this boy from Mwanza
never thought
he'd own part
of a radio station.
[ Chuckles ]
And I'm sorry about
all the secrecy,
but I promise,
once this has gone through,
I have big ideas to solve
all our problems.
Oh! I'll drink to that.
- Cheers!
- Cheers!
I have to say, you two make one
hell of a husband-and-wife team.
And getting this fellow
on board, game changer.
[ Laughs ]
Am I wrong?
Well
I can't stay.
Got a thing.
- And you
- Mm-hmm.
You have a late show to do.
♪♪
Everywhere you go ♪
♪♪
[ Static, radio scanning ]
Ay-up.
It's that time again.
You, me, and some groovy tunes
to round off the day.
It's "Bedtime With Billy."
Let's go!
[ Rock music playing ]
♪♪
I heard a noise
from the outside ♪
A kind of noise
that you love ♪
A kind of party
that sounds so brave ♪
Attraction from them ♪
It's time for fun ♪
It's time to dance ♪
Let's go, let's go ♪
Let's go ♪
Let's go, let's go ♪
My compadres have all
gone to bed.
So let's see-in that witching
hour together, all on our own.
[ Gasp, footsteps ]
[ Chuckles ] Ah.
I think I may have a visitor.
Uh, you enjoy this track,
my peoples,
while I reach out
and make contact.
Speak on the flip-side.
♪♪
[ Brushing teeth ]
♪♪
Yes, miss. Take a seat.
Oh, Cathy.
What's happened?
It's [Sniffles]
It It's Billy.
I saw the colour on him.
I just knew.
Compass.
Not exactly the time
for orienteering, Sister?
Who saw him last?
[ Lighter clicks ]
Um, me, I think.
I said goodnight to him
about 10:00.
He always does the late show
on his own.
Does he always take those
when he does it?
Uppers.
When he's tired, yeah.
Well, no obvious signs
of a forced entry.
No signs of a struggle.
Likely amphetamine-induced
heart attack.
I'm afraid Colin the Compass
has something to say about that.
- Does he?
- Yes, he does. Observe.
Spark burns to the fingertips
of the right hand
to the left lateral
anterior forearm.
Acute impact bruise
to the left cheek.
And last,
but certainly not least,
- his watch has stopped.
- Huh?
I'll let Colin do the talking.
Look at this.
- This watch is highly magnetised.
- Ah.
The result of a large charge
passing through it.
- So he was
- Electrocuted, yes.
The spark burns likely to be
entry and exit points
of the charge.
- Though I fail to see how
- What? No.
See, I designed everything
so accidents like that
can't happen.
Which is precisely
what I feared.
Foul play.
How shocking.
- Hmm.
- Oh! No.
How long were you married?
Um, about three years.
As long as the station's
been going.
We ran away from home
to start it.
- Arnie came with us.
- Hmm?
Yeah, we all went
to the same school.
And you, Patt?
I'm just the delicious cherry
on the cake, baby.
They talked me into joining
a few months back
when they were serious
about expanding.
But Billy was a bit rude
towards you, wasn't he?
Listen,
I've got nothing to hide.
I didn't like him.
Big fish, small pond.
He leeched off my profile
and then did everything he could
to protect his meagre,
little limelight.
It's textbook.
Not a problem for you
anymore, though.
There was a note
in Billy's pocket.
Hmm.
The Spitfire.
12:00 p.m.
Mean anything?
[ Lighter clicks ]
♪♪
- I don't know.
- Thank you, Harry.
The landlord said
that Billy King was here
yesterday, midday.
And he was with
an older gentleman.
Red face, moustache,
and very grumpy.
Now, that sounds
remarkably familiar.
Yeah.
[ Sighs ]
Hm.
What do you know,
the handwriting matches.
Now, hang on.
It's not what you think.
What is it, then?
It's, um
It's, um
I wanted my colleagues to think
I'd cracked it meself.
Your colleagues?
You think I don't know
what they say behind my back?
Pathetic old git.
Can't hear. Can't do his job.
Can't even keep hold
of his own wife and kid.
I had a nervous breakdown,
alright?
Now I'm a ruddy laughing stock.
And that Billy The Flippin'
Whatsit is mocking me,
constantly laughing in my face.
That still doesn't explain this.
So, um, out of the blue,
he gets a message to me at work
asking to talk with whatever
GPO guys are chasing him.
And you don't find that odd?
He claimed he was done
with it all,
done with the others.
What choice did I have?
So, um
I left that in their PO box
to meet.
Okay, then what happened?
He turns up bold as brass.
He gave me their
secret address to raid.
And I fell for it,
hook, line, and sinker.
You mean the abandoned barn
we raided last night?
Aye.
Billy King set me up
to look a prize tit.
You should know, you were there.
It was all a bloody trick.
♪♪
I came as soon as I heard.
How are you all holding up?
Just numb.
Gabriel, I know that
this changes things.
When we signed,
Radio Catherine was just
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just hold on, now.
You're the talk of the town
out there.
Radio Catherine's
on everyone's lips,
so as far as I'm concerned,
nothing's changed.
Provided you can
keep it together.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Can we talk out there?
Oh, holy shortwave radio!
Sorry, Sister,
I forgot you were there.
I think I've dirtied your habit.
Oh, the old girl's
had far worse, believe me.
I once had to say
a hundred hail Marys
for staining my wimple
with black ferric oxide.
Should I ask?
It's a fine powder.
Sticks to the natural oils
secreted by the skin.
Most effective
for extracting fingerprints.
I could listen to you
forever, baby.
Hey, we may need you for the
When we break the news
to the listeners.
You know, spiritual support.
You ever thought about
taking up the mic?
♪♪
Papal people!
We are convent radio,
with the biggest bundle
of Biblical belters
coming your way.
And this is for all the Sisters
in the house.
Sister?
[ Record needle scratches ]
Sister?
You done?
Um, just two teeny,
tiny moments.
- What's that?
- Oh.
I'm connecting the desk to
the farmhouse's old phone lines.
Thought we might want
to do a-a call-in.
Console listeners, you know.
D'you D'you think
you'll carry on after this?
I don't know, Peg.
Silly, really.
Whenever I'm tired
or feeling a bit blue,
all I need is to hear
that jingle,
and it's like
I'm with friends again.
Don't know what I'd do
without my Catherine.
[ Chuckles ]
Yeah. I feel the same.
♪♪
Hey.
♪♪
[ Sighs ]
Impressive rendering, Sister.
Oh, thank you, Sam.
You know, I, uh, painted
St. Vincent's charity
Christmas cards one year.
Though, come to think of it,
we did get questions
about why the donkey seemed
to be eating baby Jesus.
Fascinating.
Wh-What are we looking at?
Oh, right. Um, yes.
Well, it's a simple circuit.
So Billy sits in his chair
and he presses
the push to talk
microphone button
to speak to the Control Room.
What he doesn't realise
is that the microphone
is wired to the live mains,
while the bottom of his metal
chair is wired to earth.
So, when he grabs
the microphone,
he completes the circuit.
Zap.
So it was an inside job?
Yes, well,
logic would suggest so.
Someone with
the appropriate skills
who knew their way
around that studio.
Well, Gabriel Viegas,
he has an alibi,
which we're checking out.
But we need more information
on the others.
I'll run backgrounds.
You know The Bugle are doing
a feature on Radio Catherine?
Ah. Well, Button?
I'm sure Norman
would love a visit.
Norman Whalley?
Oh, no, sir, please.
Duty calls, Constable.
Now, Patt Garrett
loathed Billy King
'cause he undermined him on air.
Cathy Bright, she seemed
more shocked than upset,
considering how fresh
her marriage was.
And Arnie Cuningham
Arnie Cuningham is the only one
who clearly had the know-how.
Mm.
[ Tape rips ]
Um, there was one more thing.
The bruise on Billy's
left cheek,
it's not from the fall.
It appears to be caused
by a distinctive
square-shaped signet ring.
Ah.
I looked up to him.
I mean, chubby nerds
into electronics
don't tend to fare well
with school bullies.
So
Billy took me under his wing.
Gave me some tiny semblance
of cool.
Is that why you gave him
a black eye?
It wasn't about me.
It It was It It
It was about Cathy.
Night, mate.
That night, after Gabriel left,
I saw them arguing.
Seriously? Gabriel's just
in a minute left,
and you're bringing this up
again?
It was like
It was like he wasn't even
pretending anymore.
Where were you? Why can't
you just be honest with me
and tell me you were off
with some floozy?
Alright,
just give it a rest, woman.
I just saw red.
It's not right, mate.
The stuff you're doing
behind her back.
I-It's horrible.
It's It's It's
It's It's.
You're a stuttering loser.
And Cathy needs to get into
her thick head
that if I want to see
other girls, then I will.
[ Exhales deeply ]
First time I ever hit someone,
and it felt horrible.
After that, I went out
to the van alone.
It's where I sleep, in the back.
I know I should have said
something before.
It's just, I felt so bad.
Tell me something.
This tiff you overheard,
was it about his behaviour
in general,
or had Billy done
something specific?
♪♪
[ Sighs ]
It was on there
when he got back.
Let's just say
it's not my shade of red.
Or my perfume, for that matter.
Not exactly discreet.
When we ran away from home,
I was so happy.
Free from
my domineering parents,
free from that trap of a life.
It was a whirlwind.
But once Catherine
was up and running,
that whirlwind
kind of blew itself away.
Being adored by me
was never going to be enough.
Fans of the female variety?
[ Chuckles ]
At first, I tried to ignore it.
And then he stopped
even trying to hide it.
There was no love left
in this marriage.
Only his ego
and me trying to manage it.
Well, why not just leave him?
Like I said to the local paper,
we started Radio Catherine
together.
I would never,
ever just walk away.
♪♪
WPC Button!
Hi! Y-You're
I mean I mean, come in.
Sit.
You're looking very
Uh, mm, sorry. Uh, how can
How can I help you?
It's about Radio Catherine.
Ah, Billy King's untimely death.
I know The Bugle's been
doing a feature.
I wondered if we could
share notes?
People's backgrounds?
That sort of thing?
- W-W-Work together?
- Well, not in so many words.
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah.
[ Clears throat ]
Uh, I mean
Yeah, yeah, sh-should be
Should be fine.
Uh, just give me
a couple of hours.
I'll compile some stuff.
Uh, maybe we could discuss it
over a cola-rama?
Um, a-a drink, I mean.
Just, um, a-a normal drink.
Are these what I think they are?
Recordings? Yeah.
I've got every show
from the last two weeks.
Right.
Uh, you enjoy this track,
my peoples,
while I reach out
and make contact.
Speak on the flip-side.
[ Rock music playing ]
The point at which he used
the push-to-talk button.
Now, I've listened
a number of times.
Dig out the old ear wax.
There's something juicy
in there.
While she rewinds,
I got my hands on
the Radio Catherine contract
from Gabriel Viegas.
Um, I was thinking maybe
it might show us
some disagreements or
Good work.
And pray silence.
Now, on listening,
it's evident Billy safely used
the push-to-talk button
on his microphone
just before cueing this song.
He used it to say goodnight
to Cathy in the Control Room.
- As she told us.
- Precisely.
Then he cues this song,
a 10-minute jam,
in his parlance,
to, um, "make a pit stop."
- Go to the gents.
- Deduction
Our electrical executioner
primed the trap
- sometime during the song.
- How can you be sure?
Well, because the studio
microphones were live.
Listen
[ Rock music playing ]
- [ Metallic squeak ]
- Incredible.
What is that? Metal?
- I have absolutely no idea.
- Why is that good?
Well, because what I do know
is this.
Identify that sound,
and I'll identify our killer.
How do you propose
to do that, exactly?
[ Sighs ]
Spiritual counselling.
How exhilarating.
Though I can't deny
a few butterflies
in the old bread basket.
Just speak naturally.
Enjoy yourself.
You okay there, Patt?
I'm terribly sorry, baby.
Not been centre stage
for a while.
I can't seem to get
my proverbial together.
Okay, well, hurry up,
because we are in your hands.
And don't forget to big up
the big news landing tomorrow.
Call it a-a special show.
We have a huge announcement
to make.
[ Microphone wobbling ]
- Problem, Sister?
- Oh, no, no.
Just, um, settling in.
[ Chuckles ]
Okay, this is it.
We're going on air
in five, four
Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
Greetings.
[ Clears throat ]
This is Radio Catherine,
and I'm Patt Garrett.
And today we have a slightly
shorter show for you,
because, as many
of you may know,
we have some sad, sad news.
It breaks our hearts,
but Billy King
is no longer with us.
[ Rock music playing ]
♪♪
You do realise they're
broadcasting as we speak?
Do you know where they are?
'Cause if you do,
you're duty bound to say.
Mr. Greybone, I'm afraid
our police investigation
supersedes the GPO's concerns.
I assure you,
I will give you information
as and when appropriate,
alright?
- [ Bell dings ]
- I'll be back!
The man's obsessed.
How's DJ Boniface?
Uh
Thank you, Patt, for having me.
Ooh, what's this?
Oh, best not to touch
those buttons.
- [ Both laugh ]
- Forgive me. Yes.
[ Clears throat ]
I would like
to encourage listeners
to call in,
particularly if you saw Billy
in the last 24 hours.
All information welcome.
Ooh, I wonder if this is it?
[ Ting ]
Alright, Sister.
No, that's my glass.
Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
- Heaven help them.
- Yeah.
Please tell me
you have something useful?
Possibly. So, Gabriel Viegas'
contract clearly states
that he would only do this deal
if Patt Garrett was part
of Radio Catherine.
Well, that makes sense.
Patt's a big star.
Yes, but it goes even further
than that. Look.
So, he puts in
a last-minute addendum,
a clause whereby management
has the right to remove
or replace any DJ he wishes.
So Gabriel wanted
to get rid of Billy King.
Everybody's gonna
have some fun tonight ♪
Everybody's gonna make
the motion right ♪
No, no, no, no, no.
No, Inspector.
With respect, you've got this
the wrong way round.
That is not my clause.
It was Billy
who wanted it added in.
- Billy?
- Yeah.
The term "management" refers
to him and Cathy, not to me.
Doesn't take a genius
to figure out
that Billy King
wanted Patt gone.
He saw Radio Catherine
as his baby.
So if you knew that,
why put it in?
Oh, I never would have
allowed it to happen.
Neither would Cathy.
You see, I'd put in
too much effort to get Patt
to give up his gold-plated offer
to voice toothpaste commercials.
Would have set him up. No.
With the bands I manage
and with my nightclubs,
I always trust my gut.
And my gut was telling me
a national station
needs a national treasure.
So, actually, this has
worked out pretty well for you?
♪♪
What about Patt?
Could he have possibly
read the contract?
I saw him
only yesterday morning.
Where was this, caller?
By The Spitfire.
Only, he seemed really upset.
He was by the bins.
He told me to leave him alone.
Most intriguing.
Um, like us all,
Billy was only human.
Caught at a bad moment.
I'm sure that, um,
that he would want you
to remember him
for all the joy he brought.
Precisely.
And so, tomorrow's show
is a huge special.
We will be playing
Top-10 Billy King's
favourite tracks
uh, with a band live in
the studio and special guests.
And tomorrow will be
the announcement
of the future
of Radio Catherine.
And so, that's enough for today.
We will see you tomorrow
probably.
Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
Well, that was fun.
[ Lighter clicks ]
♪♪
Yeah, I read the contract.
So what?
I knew what Billy was up to.
Poor dope was no Machiavelli.
So he wanted to use you
to get the deal done,
steal your fan base,
then ditch you.
All after you'd turned down a
highly lucrative TV commercial.
That.
You really think I want to be
the voice
of Minty Lustre Toothpaste?
My eyes were open, baby.
I joined because
Well, because I believe
in pirate radio,
freedom, playing what you want,
saying what you want, truth.
That's why I left my old job.
That's why I'm poor, frankly.
That's why I'll be
sticking around
until someone carries me away.
[ Lighter clicks ]
Sorry, what is she up to?
Fudge-berries and cream,
that's not it either!
♪♪
Um
[ Rock music playing ]
Not one thing in this studio
makes that sound.
Our killer leaves an audio
footprint as big as a yeti's,
and I can't even identify it.
It's not all doom and gloom,
Sister.
We have that caller
that saw him.
Yeah, the upset girl
by The Spitfire club.
Yes, um, Peggy and I
can chase that up.
Hm.
Why don't we pick this up
in the morning?
- Get a good night's sleep.
- Or rather a long night,
driven to madness by all those
poxy plinks and squeaks.
Oh, take my word for it, Sister,
your evening
could be much, much worse.
♪♪
You really shouldn't have.
Oh, it's nothing.
Only took me four hours.
I didn't need to eat
at lunch, anyway.
Or dinner.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Coughs ]
Uh, so, these are
interviews with
Patt Garrett's three ex-wives.
And, uh, these are from Billy
and Cathy's school friends.
Courting.
Romantic, right?
And uh, is is
Is this Arnie?
Great eyes.
Uh, great eye eye.
[ Coughs ]
Apparently, he ditched
some prestigious
- engineering degree just to
- Arnie. You okay?
Um
Actually, I was sort of
after some advice.
You know, as a-a modern woman?
Oh. Right.
Okay. Well, um
It's this, uh, friend of mine.
Not me.
See, he's he's known
this woman,
really, since they were kids.
And the truth is
The truth is he's always
cared for her.
He wants to say something.
But he doesn't want to muck it
up and lose her as a mate?
One thing I've learnt
doing this job
Life's short.
I'd ask this friend,
if you don't try,
won't you regret it?
I reckon he'll find
she likes him back.
Thanks, Peg.
♪♪
I-I better get home.
Cheers, Norm.
That's
See ya. See ya.
♪♪
[ Exhales sharply ]
I've just spoken to Gabriel.
He says the Popular Radio
and Television Survey
put us at three times
our usual listeners last night,
with even more predicted today.
[ Sighs ]
[ Instruments tuning ]
Are you sure you're okay?
Me? Yeah. Fine.
You know, there's something
that I never told you.
I've always been
a huge fan of yours.
- Really?
- Yes!
Your programme
where you threw your records
in the corporate rubbish bin,
where you stormed out
That's why I work in radio.
What do you say?
Shall we do it for the people?
♪♪
With knobs on, baby.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
So, there is good news
and then there is bad news.
The good news is our shopkeeper
saw Billy King
talking to our sobbing girl,
the one that called in.
What's the bad news?
She saw him
throw something away.
Where?
Eh?
Don't look at me!
Oh. [ Sighs ]
I'm sorry.
[ Speaks indistinctly ]
♪♪
Oh!
♪♪
- Um, Cathy.
- Hey.
You know, um,
sometimes, things change,
circumstances.
And, um
I care about this
a lot.
So, um, good luck.
Oh.
Thanks, Arnie.
And to you.
♪♪
Yeah.
This is what, um,
Billy threw away.
He collected the envelope
from the PO box.
But as you can see, the letter
is addressed to Cathy.
Curious. Is that fish pie?
Yes, it blimmin' well is!
Button, well done
for fishing it out.
Thank you.
Well, I can't make out
the sender's name.
Bits missing.
But it doesn't sound like
their first correspondence.
"I say it again.
I know you are torn.
But please come back to me.
A better life awaits
without that charlatan."
Then there's a bit missing.
"It is time.
Love always."
Is that what this is all about?
A secret lover helping Cathy
escape her marriage?
We need to go and speak to her
right now.
♪♪
I've got 'em! Finally!
They did a phone-in.
Somehow they've wired
into a line
at the nearest telephone pole.
My guys tell me it's somewhere
over on the northeast of town.
Well? We need to throw
the full letter of the law!
And we will.
Just not right this second.
Button, do you mind making
Mr. Greybone a cup of tea?
I'll be back presently.
But you're wasting time.
We got 'em!
Two sugars.
I've never seen this before.
Really? It doesn't read
like the first.
I swear.
If there were others, then Billy
must have intercepted them.
Cathy, if you were seeing
someone behind Billy's back,
you have to let us know.
I wasn't.
It's from me dad.
All this time,
and he is still desperate
for me to lead the life
that he wants me to lead.
You know, when I first told
my parents
that I wanted to work
in radio, he lost it.
He marched me down
to that typing pool.
"You're this till you're
someone's wife, end of."
So I ran.
That night.
I just left a note.
I broke their heart,
I know that now.
And the thing is,
I know I shouldn't
have done it with Billy,
but I don't regret a thing.
You better give us
your parents' address
so we can check, yeah.
[ Telephones ringing
in background ]
- There you go.
- You're a good girl, Peggy.
Thanks, Mr. Greybone.
You've got two lumps.
Goose bumps?
I have not.
Think it's time you changed
your battery again.
Peggy!
Um, Nigel Greybone
has a hearing aid?
Yeah. Why?
[ Feedback ]
Oh, now, I know that look.
You think it's significant,
don't you?
No.
Um, simply interesting.
Yes.
Such marvellous technology.
Peggy, with me.
Where? Oh, where?
We need something old.
Something that goes way back.
A-ha, yes, here we are.
Look.
The Darlington Observer.
The Community Award
for Voluntary Services
to York Hospital Radio goes to
Miss C. Greybone of Darlington.
Yeah, but that's Cathy.
Oh, hang on.
That means that she's
Precisely.
Cathy Bright's maiden name
is Greybone.
[ Sighs ]
She ran away,
free of her domineering parents.
Oh, gracious me, it all fits.
Come.
Um, forgive me,
Mr. Greybone
Oh.
Three
Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
♪♪
Good evening, you lovely people!
I'm Patt Garrett
with all the tip-top hip-pop
for your delectation.
Boy, do we have
a special show for you tonight.
So crank us up and get ready
to do your twist,
your swim,
and your mash-potato, baby,
because we've got
the hippy-shake on.
We are live,
and we are Radio Catherine.
Catherine ♪
♪♪
Baby, you'll see me
when I go ♪
Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
Hell or high water,
you take it slow ♪
Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
I ain't got time,
so remember me ♪
Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
Mm, gotta hurry up, baby,
I'm a wanted man ♪
Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
[ Singing indistinctly ]
Go for broke
and cut the slack ♪
I gotta go
'cause I'm in demand ♪
I'm a rock star, baby,
I'm a wanted man ♪
I gotta go
'cause I'm in demand ♪
I'm a rock star, baby,
I'm a wanted man ♪
♪♪
Sister!
Where's Nigel Greybone?
Maaaaaan ♪
Now, wasn't that
a slice of special
with cream and cherry on top?
Oh, baby!
We're loving it in the studio,
guys and dolls.
Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
And now for the moment
we've all been waiting for.
Yes, our new partner to reveal
what we can expect
in the future
of Radio Catherine.
Come on, baby.
♪♪
Hello, everyone.
Yes, I'm excited to announce
By the power vested in me as a
General Post Office engineer
Dad
all this equipment is impounded!
- What? Stop that!
- You lot are under arrest
for breaching the Wireless
Telegraphy Act 1949!
- Hey, man, we're on the air.
- Well, you're done!
- And this one's coming with me.
- No, no. Get off me!
Nigel Greybone!
I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Billy King.
You're not obliged
to say anything
unless you wish to do so,
but what you do say
What the heck
are you talking about?!
I'm afraid we know,
Mr. Greybone.
Know? Know what?
We know the bust you performed
with our inspector wasn't real.
It was a ruse
to provide you with an alibi.
We know that Billy didn't
meet you in The Spitfire
to give you
their secret address.
Rather, he intercepted
your letter to Cathy,
and he wanted to scare you off,
once and for all.
Her life was boring as hell
with you, mate.
That's why she left.
See, I know how to show girls
a good time.
Not that you'd know about that.
Wife left you
for the milkman, I heard.
I just need to see her.
Yeah, well, she don't want
to see you, mate.
Do you hear me? Ever.
So just leave us alone, yeah?
♪♪
Most humiliating, I imagine.
Heartbreaking, even.
Certainly incentive enough
to follow him back here
and to make a plan.
Only you made a mistake.
♪♪
[ Feedback ]
It was the feedback
from your hearing aid
which gave you away.
That man ruined my life!
He took away my little girl
in the night!
And left me with a wife
who blamed me for everything!
I had nothing in the end.
I lost me bloody mind!
She's coming with me,
one way or another!
[ Speaker crashes ]
[ Electricity crackles ]
Alright.
Alright, careful.
We don't want anyone hurt.
Nigel,
this won't change anything.
You can't force Cathy
to be something
she doesn't want to be.
And look at what she's achieved.
Come on, Cath.
Get off her!
[ Electricity crackles ]
Arnie? Arnie? Arnie?
No, no, you can't
You can't be.
♪♪
[ Grunts ]
You all right?
♪♪
A dramatic scene, that.
Have a stiff drink tonight.
Nothing ventured,
nothing gained?
Cathy, um
There's something
I want to, um
I mean, it's
I j I just want
Arnie.
You had me at electric shock.
♪♪
Oh, about bloody time.
You beautiful people.
Of course, you have my blessing.
Seems the only one
missing out here is me.
Guess it's goodbye
to my favourite radio station.
Mm!
Contraire, mon ami.
We've only just begun.
It's true.
Gabriel's got a plan.
[ Radio scanning ]
- Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
- Quiet, everyone. It's time.
And so, for the very first time,
we come to you
from our new studio,
12 miles off the British coast,
rocking in a groovy
fishing trawler.
Try and catch us now, baby.
Whoo!
We are now pirates
in the true sense of the word.
Most ingenious.
A legal loophole.
That far out at sea,
they're technically out of
any national jurisdiction
- Shh! Listen.
- Turn it up, Peggy.
- [ Volume increases ]
- For old times' sake,
I'm playing a song
for our very favourite WPC
over in little Great Slaughter.
She once said,
every time she hears this,
she feels like
she's with friends.
So from Patt, Cathy, and Arnie,
this one's for you, baby.
Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
There's a magic man ♪
Who's coming to your town ♪
From a magic land ♪
To bring his magic sounds ♪
But you can't live
without him ♪
He weaves a golden thread ♪
I know you love
the magic man ♪
Who gets inside your head ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
♪♪
Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
[ Volume lowers ]
Ay-up, my peoples.
We're live.
And we're in your ears
all night long
with the grooviest new tunes,
the bossest beats,
and the far-out 45s.
This is Billy King,
here as ever with my wing man,
Mr. Patt Garrett.
And trust me when I say
tonight is gonna be a gas!
I see we also have a gorgeous
guest joining us here.
In the three years
we've been broadcasting,
this girl has showered us
with letters, requests,
and more meat-filled pies
than any human should eat.
And now I see her, listeners,
this is one fiery-haired
foxy lady.
Coming to you live
from a tip-top secret location,
we're everyone's favourite
pirate station.
This is Radio Catherine.
Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
And you, Mr. Pirate, are about
to walk your own bleeding plank.
Can you hear this?
You mind if we get this
over with, Mr. Greybone?
It's really not a police matter.
And being blunt, there's a pint
with my name on it
waiting at The Spitfire.
wearing shades ♪
So bright,
yeah, she's so bright ♪
She's so pretty,
I hope she never fades ♪
She's so bright,
yeah, she's so bright ♪
Falling in love with you ♪
This can't be right.
They were here!
I was sure this time!
[ Rooster crowing ] - baby,
who'll help you see the light ♪
"Radio Catherine woz here.
Catch us next time."
Aah!
[ Distorted music plays ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
[ Rock music flourish ]
That was Queenmakers with
"Out of Sight."
One for all those poor GPO
boys who are still trying to find us.
Good luck, fellas.
We admire your spirit.
Speaking of which,
I can see old Patt's
having a tipple.
You want some coffee
with that whisky, mate?
[ Clears throat ]
Doctor's orders, people.
Whenever I hear
an annoying voice in my ear.
Oh, it's a nasty
condition, that.
I think they call it
granddad-itus.
[ Coughs ]
Oh? Nice come-back.
Okay. Don't touch your dials.
Nothing's wrong.
It's just Aerial Static
with their new single.
Enjoy.
♪♪
Oh, that girl has gotten
really mean ♪
Oh, that girl has gotten ♪
Mr. Garrett.
Uh, I just want to say
I'm a really big fan.
You walking off
the Light Program
when they wouldn't let you
choose records,
it was amazing.
Thanks, baby.
Well, you know,
if only integrity paid
a little bit better.
Oi, Arnie?
Uh, these headphones
are buzzing.
Sort it out.
So, Peggy.
What do you think
of our humble abode?
Oh, I can't believe I'm here.
I listen every night.
Well, you should stick around,
wait for me to come off air.
I'll show you how
everything works.
I'll push the buttons,
you can twiddle the knobs.
[ Coughs ]
Thanks, but Dad doesn't really
like me being out late, so
♪♪
Mr. Greybone, I will not waste
police resources.
Horses?
Why would we need them?
Resources.
Police resources.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
He's hard of hearing.
Ideal for a GPO engineer
tracing radio broadcasts.
What exactly have
they done wrong?
Well, um, technically,
Radio Catherine are in breach
of the Wireless Telegraphy Act
of 1949.
Though many people argue
that the act's
no longer fit for purpose.
[ Laughter ]
You won't be laughing when I get
my proper direction
finding gear.
Until then
you hear owt,
you contact me here.
I'll take care of it,
even if nobody else does!
[ Scoffs ]
You know Peggy writes
to that station twice weekly.
She'd never forgive you.
I got that tingle in my
fingers, feeling in my back ♪
Now we're moving
in the right direction ♪
Moving in the right
direction ♪
Diamonds on my fingers
and heels on the track ♪
And this is the Control Room,
where Arnie works his magic.
Our technical guru,
and the true pirate
of the station.
Ahoy, there!
Sorry 'cause of
the pirate thing.
Arnie, these headphones
are still buzzing.
Stop boring Peggy and fix them.
Y-Yeah. S-Sorry, Bill.
Leave it with me.
We're all a little bit
tense here.
Lately, we've had
to move the studio more
to avoid getting caught.
And we can't afford
proper mobile equipment.
Will Radio Catherine
be all right?
Between you and me,
we're signing a deal later
that's gonna take care
of everything.
Everywhere you go ♪
To a promising future
together.
Are we missing someone?
Oh.
Arnie's showing out our guest.
Well, this boy from Mwanza
never thought
he'd own part
of a radio station.
[ Chuckles ]
And I'm sorry about
all the secrecy,
but I promise,
once this has gone through,
I have big ideas to solve
all our problems.
Oh! I'll drink to that.
- Cheers!
- Cheers!
I have to say, you two make one
hell of a husband-and-wife team.
And getting this fellow
on board, game changer.
[ Laughs ]
Am I wrong?
Well
I can't stay.
Got a thing.
- And you
- Mm-hmm.
You have a late show to do.
♪♪
Everywhere you go ♪
♪♪
[ Static, radio scanning ]
Ay-up.
It's that time again.
You, me, and some groovy tunes
to round off the day.
It's "Bedtime With Billy."
Let's go!
[ Rock music playing ]
♪♪
I heard a noise
from the outside ♪
A kind of noise
that you love ♪
A kind of party
that sounds so brave ♪
Attraction from them ♪
It's time for fun ♪
It's time to dance ♪
Let's go, let's go ♪
Let's go ♪
Let's go, let's go ♪
My compadres have all
gone to bed.
So let's see-in that witching
hour together, all on our own.
[ Gasp, footsteps ]
[ Chuckles ] Ah.
I think I may have a visitor.
Uh, you enjoy this track,
my peoples,
while I reach out
and make contact.
Speak on the flip-side.
♪♪
[ Brushing teeth ]
♪♪
Yes, miss. Take a seat.
Oh, Cathy.
What's happened?
It's [Sniffles]
It It's Billy.
I saw the colour on him.
I just knew.
Compass.
Not exactly the time
for orienteering, Sister?
Who saw him last?
[ Lighter clicks ]
Um, me, I think.
I said goodnight to him
about 10:00.
He always does the late show
on his own.
Does he always take those
when he does it?
Uppers.
When he's tired, yeah.
Well, no obvious signs
of a forced entry.
No signs of a struggle.
Likely amphetamine-induced
heart attack.
I'm afraid Colin the Compass
has something to say about that.
- Does he?
- Yes, he does. Observe.
Spark burns to the fingertips
of the right hand
to the left lateral
anterior forearm.
Acute impact bruise
to the left cheek.
And last,
but certainly not least,
- his watch has stopped.
- Huh?
I'll let Colin do the talking.
Look at this.
- This watch is highly magnetised.
- Ah.
The result of a large charge
passing through it.
- So he was
- Electrocuted, yes.
The spark burns likely to be
entry and exit points
of the charge.
- Though I fail to see how
- What? No.
See, I designed everything
so accidents like that
can't happen.
Which is precisely
what I feared.
Foul play.
How shocking.
- Hmm.
- Oh! No.
How long were you married?
Um, about three years.
As long as the station's
been going.
We ran away from home
to start it.
- Arnie came with us.
- Hmm?
Yeah, we all went
to the same school.
And you, Patt?
I'm just the delicious cherry
on the cake, baby.
They talked me into joining
a few months back
when they were serious
about expanding.
But Billy was a bit rude
towards you, wasn't he?
Listen,
I've got nothing to hide.
I didn't like him.
Big fish, small pond.
He leeched off my profile
and then did everything he could
to protect his meagre,
little limelight.
It's textbook.
Not a problem for you
anymore, though.
There was a note
in Billy's pocket.
Hmm.
The Spitfire.
12:00 p.m.
Mean anything?
[ Lighter clicks ]
♪♪
- I don't know.
- Thank you, Harry.
The landlord said
that Billy King was here
yesterday, midday.
And he was with
an older gentleman.
Red face, moustache,
and very grumpy.
Now, that sounds
remarkably familiar.
Yeah.
[ Sighs ]
Hm.
What do you know,
the handwriting matches.
Now, hang on.
It's not what you think.
What is it, then?
It's, um
It's, um
I wanted my colleagues to think
I'd cracked it meself.
Your colleagues?
You think I don't know
what they say behind my back?
Pathetic old git.
Can't hear. Can't do his job.
Can't even keep hold
of his own wife and kid.
I had a nervous breakdown,
alright?
Now I'm a ruddy laughing stock.
And that Billy The Flippin'
Whatsit is mocking me,
constantly laughing in my face.
That still doesn't explain this.
So, um, out of the blue,
he gets a message to me at work
asking to talk with whatever
GPO guys are chasing him.
And you don't find that odd?
He claimed he was done
with it all,
done with the others.
What choice did I have?
So, um
I left that in their PO box
to meet.
Okay, then what happened?
He turns up bold as brass.
He gave me their
secret address to raid.
And I fell for it,
hook, line, and sinker.
You mean the abandoned barn
we raided last night?
Aye.
Billy King set me up
to look a prize tit.
You should know, you were there.
It was all a bloody trick.
♪♪
I came as soon as I heard.
How are you all holding up?
Just numb.
Gabriel, I know that
this changes things.
When we signed,
Radio Catherine was just
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just hold on, now.
You're the talk of the town
out there.
Radio Catherine's
on everyone's lips,
so as far as I'm concerned,
nothing's changed.
Provided you can
keep it together.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Can we talk out there?
Oh, holy shortwave radio!
Sorry, Sister,
I forgot you were there.
I think I've dirtied your habit.
Oh, the old girl's
had far worse, believe me.
I once had to say
a hundred hail Marys
for staining my wimple
with black ferric oxide.
Should I ask?
It's a fine powder.
Sticks to the natural oils
secreted by the skin.
Most effective
for extracting fingerprints.
I could listen to you
forever, baby.
Hey, we may need you for the
When we break the news
to the listeners.
You know, spiritual support.
You ever thought about
taking up the mic?
♪♪
Papal people!
We are convent radio,
with the biggest bundle
of Biblical belters
coming your way.
And this is for all the Sisters
in the house.
Sister?
[ Record needle scratches ]
Sister?
You done?
Um, just two teeny,
tiny moments.
- What's that?
- Oh.
I'm connecting the desk to
the farmhouse's old phone lines.
Thought we might want
to do a-a call-in.
Console listeners, you know.
D'you D'you think
you'll carry on after this?
I don't know, Peg.
Silly, really.
Whenever I'm tired
or feeling a bit blue,
all I need is to hear
that jingle,
and it's like
I'm with friends again.
Don't know what I'd do
without my Catherine.
[ Chuckles ]
Yeah. I feel the same.
♪♪
Hey.
♪♪
[ Sighs ]
Impressive rendering, Sister.
Oh, thank you, Sam.
You know, I, uh, painted
St. Vincent's charity
Christmas cards one year.
Though, come to think of it,
we did get questions
about why the donkey seemed
to be eating baby Jesus.
Fascinating.
Wh-What are we looking at?
Oh, right. Um, yes.
Well, it's a simple circuit.
So Billy sits in his chair
and he presses
the push to talk
microphone button
to speak to the Control Room.
What he doesn't realise
is that the microphone
is wired to the live mains,
while the bottom of his metal
chair is wired to earth.
So, when he grabs
the microphone,
he completes the circuit.
Zap.
So it was an inside job?
Yes, well,
logic would suggest so.
Someone with
the appropriate skills
who knew their way
around that studio.
Well, Gabriel Viegas,
he has an alibi,
which we're checking out.
But we need more information
on the others.
I'll run backgrounds.
You know The Bugle are doing
a feature on Radio Catherine?
Ah. Well, Button?
I'm sure Norman
would love a visit.
Norman Whalley?
Oh, no, sir, please.
Duty calls, Constable.
Now, Patt Garrett
loathed Billy King
'cause he undermined him on air.
Cathy Bright, she seemed
more shocked than upset,
considering how fresh
her marriage was.
And Arnie Cuningham
Arnie Cuningham is the only one
who clearly had the know-how.
Mm.
[ Tape rips ]
Um, there was one more thing.
The bruise on Billy's
left cheek,
it's not from the fall.
It appears to be caused
by a distinctive
square-shaped signet ring.
Ah.
I looked up to him.
I mean, chubby nerds
into electronics
don't tend to fare well
with school bullies.
So
Billy took me under his wing.
Gave me some tiny semblance
of cool.
Is that why you gave him
a black eye?
It wasn't about me.
It It was It It
It was about Cathy.
Night, mate.
That night, after Gabriel left,
I saw them arguing.
Seriously? Gabriel's just
in a minute left,
and you're bringing this up
again?
It was like
It was like he wasn't even
pretending anymore.
Where were you? Why can't
you just be honest with me
and tell me you were off
with some floozy?
Alright,
just give it a rest, woman.
I just saw red.
It's not right, mate.
The stuff you're doing
behind her back.
I-It's horrible.
It's It's It's
It's It's.
You're a stuttering loser.
And Cathy needs to get into
her thick head
that if I want to see
other girls, then I will.
[ Exhales deeply ]
First time I ever hit someone,
and it felt horrible.
After that, I went out
to the van alone.
It's where I sleep, in the back.
I know I should have said
something before.
It's just, I felt so bad.
Tell me something.
This tiff you overheard,
was it about his behaviour
in general,
or had Billy done
something specific?
♪♪
[ Sighs ]
It was on there
when he got back.
Let's just say
it's not my shade of red.
Or my perfume, for that matter.
Not exactly discreet.
When we ran away from home,
I was so happy.
Free from
my domineering parents,
free from that trap of a life.
It was a whirlwind.
But once Catherine
was up and running,
that whirlwind
kind of blew itself away.
Being adored by me
was never going to be enough.
Fans of the female variety?
[ Chuckles ]
At first, I tried to ignore it.
And then he stopped
even trying to hide it.
There was no love left
in this marriage.
Only his ego
and me trying to manage it.
Well, why not just leave him?
Like I said to the local paper,
we started Radio Catherine
together.
I would never,
ever just walk away.
♪♪
WPC Button!
Hi! Y-You're
I mean I mean, come in.
Sit.
You're looking very
Uh, mm, sorry. Uh, how can
How can I help you?
It's about Radio Catherine.
Ah, Billy King's untimely death.
I know The Bugle's been
doing a feature.
I wondered if we could
share notes?
People's backgrounds?
That sort of thing?
- W-W-Work together?
- Well, not in so many words.
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah.
[ Clears throat ]
Uh, I mean
Yeah, yeah, sh-should be
Should be fine.
Uh, just give me
a couple of hours.
I'll compile some stuff.
Uh, maybe we could discuss it
over a cola-rama?
Um, a-a drink, I mean.
Just, um, a-a normal drink.
Are these what I think they are?
Recordings? Yeah.
I've got every show
from the last two weeks.
Right.
Uh, you enjoy this track,
my peoples,
while I reach out
and make contact.
Speak on the flip-side.
[ Rock music playing ]
The point at which he used
the push-to-talk button.
Now, I've listened
a number of times.
Dig out the old ear wax.
There's something juicy
in there.
While she rewinds,
I got my hands on
the Radio Catherine contract
from Gabriel Viegas.
Um, I was thinking maybe
it might show us
some disagreements or
Good work.
And pray silence.
Now, on listening,
it's evident Billy safely used
the push-to-talk button
on his microphone
just before cueing this song.
He used it to say goodnight
to Cathy in the Control Room.
- As she told us.
- Precisely.
Then he cues this song,
a 10-minute jam,
in his parlance,
to, um, "make a pit stop."
- Go to the gents.
- Deduction
Our electrical executioner
primed the trap
- sometime during the song.
- How can you be sure?
Well, because the studio
microphones were live.
Listen
[ Rock music playing ]
- [ Metallic squeak ]
- Incredible.
What is that? Metal?
- I have absolutely no idea.
- Why is that good?
Well, because what I do know
is this.
Identify that sound,
and I'll identify our killer.
How do you propose
to do that, exactly?
[ Sighs ]
Spiritual counselling.
How exhilarating.
Though I can't deny
a few butterflies
in the old bread basket.
Just speak naturally.
Enjoy yourself.
You okay there, Patt?
I'm terribly sorry, baby.
Not been centre stage
for a while.
I can't seem to get
my proverbial together.
Okay, well, hurry up,
because we are in your hands.
And don't forget to big up
the big news landing tomorrow.
Call it a-a special show.
We have a huge announcement
to make.
[ Microphone wobbling ]
- Problem, Sister?
- Oh, no, no.
Just, um, settling in.
[ Chuckles ]
Okay, this is it.
We're going on air
in five, four
Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
Greetings.
[ Clears throat ]
This is Radio Catherine,
and I'm Patt Garrett.
And today we have a slightly
shorter show for you,
because, as many
of you may know,
we have some sad, sad news.
It breaks our hearts,
but Billy King
is no longer with us.
[ Rock music playing ]
♪♪
You do realise they're
broadcasting as we speak?
Do you know where they are?
'Cause if you do,
you're duty bound to say.
Mr. Greybone, I'm afraid
our police investigation
supersedes the GPO's concerns.
I assure you,
I will give you information
as and when appropriate,
alright?
- [ Bell dings ]
- I'll be back!
The man's obsessed.
How's DJ Boniface?
Uh
Thank you, Patt, for having me.
Ooh, what's this?
Oh, best not to touch
those buttons.
- [ Both laugh ]
- Forgive me. Yes.
[ Clears throat ]
I would like
to encourage listeners
to call in,
particularly if you saw Billy
in the last 24 hours.
All information welcome.
Ooh, I wonder if this is it?
[ Ting ]
Alright, Sister.
No, that's my glass.
Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
- Heaven help them.
- Yeah.
Please tell me
you have something useful?
Possibly. So, Gabriel Viegas'
contract clearly states
that he would only do this deal
if Patt Garrett was part
of Radio Catherine.
Well, that makes sense.
Patt's a big star.
Yes, but it goes even further
than that. Look.
So, he puts in
a last-minute addendum,
a clause whereby management
has the right to remove
or replace any DJ he wishes.
So Gabriel wanted
to get rid of Billy King.
Everybody's gonna
have some fun tonight ♪
Everybody's gonna make
the motion right ♪
No, no, no, no, no.
No, Inspector.
With respect, you've got this
the wrong way round.
That is not my clause.
It was Billy
who wanted it added in.
- Billy?
- Yeah.
The term "management" refers
to him and Cathy, not to me.
Doesn't take a genius
to figure out
that Billy King
wanted Patt gone.
He saw Radio Catherine
as his baby.
So if you knew that,
why put it in?
Oh, I never would have
allowed it to happen.
Neither would Cathy.
You see, I'd put in
too much effort to get Patt
to give up his gold-plated offer
to voice toothpaste commercials.
Would have set him up. No.
With the bands I manage
and with my nightclubs,
I always trust my gut.
And my gut was telling me
a national station
needs a national treasure.
So, actually, this has
worked out pretty well for you?
♪♪
What about Patt?
Could he have possibly
read the contract?
I saw him
only yesterday morning.
Where was this, caller?
By The Spitfire.
Only, he seemed really upset.
He was by the bins.
He told me to leave him alone.
Most intriguing.
Um, like us all,
Billy was only human.
Caught at a bad moment.
I'm sure that, um,
that he would want you
to remember him
for all the joy he brought.
Precisely.
And so, tomorrow's show
is a huge special.
We will be playing
Top-10 Billy King's
favourite tracks
uh, with a band live in
the studio and special guests.
And tomorrow will be
the announcement
of the future
of Radio Catherine.
And so, that's enough for today.
We will see you tomorrow
probably.
Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
Well, that was fun.
[ Lighter clicks ]
♪♪
Yeah, I read the contract.
So what?
I knew what Billy was up to.
Poor dope was no Machiavelli.
So he wanted to use you
to get the deal done,
steal your fan base,
then ditch you.
All after you'd turned down a
highly lucrative TV commercial.
That.
You really think I want to be
the voice
of Minty Lustre Toothpaste?
My eyes were open, baby.
I joined because
Well, because I believe
in pirate radio,
freedom, playing what you want,
saying what you want, truth.
That's why I left my old job.
That's why I'm poor, frankly.
That's why I'll be
sticking around
until someone carries me away.
[ Lighter clicks ]
Sorry, what is she up to?
Fudge-berries and cream,
that's not it either!
♪♪
Um
[ Rock music playing ]
Not one thing in this studio
makes that sound.
Our killer leaves an audio
footprint as big as a yeti's,
and I can't even identify it.
It's not all doom and gloom,
Sister.
We have that caller
that saw him.
Yeah, the upset girl
by The Spitfire club.
Yes, um, Peggy and I
can chase that up.
Hm.
Why don't we pick this up
in the morning?
- Get a good night's sleep.
- Or rather a long night,
driven to madness by all those
poxy plinks and squeaks.
Oh, take my word for it, Sister,
your evening
could be much, much worse.
♪♪
You really shouldn't have.
Oh, it's nothing.
Only took me four hours.
I didn't need to eat
at lunch, anyway.
Or dinner.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Coughs ]
Uh, so, these are
interviews with
Patt Garrett's three ex-wives.
And, uh, these are from Billy
and Cathy's school friends.
Courting.
Romantic, right?
And uh, is is
Is this Arnie?
Great eyes.
Uh, great eye eye.
[ Coughs ]
Apparently, he ditched
some prestigious
- engineering degree just to
- Arnie. You okay?
Um
Actually, I was sort of
after some advice.
You know, as a-a modern woman?
Oh. Right.
Okay. Well, um
It's this, uh, friend of mine.
Not me.
See, he's he's known
this woman,
really, since they were kids.
And the truth is
The truth is he's always
cared for her.
He wants to say something.
But he doesn't want to muck it
up and lose her as a mate?
One thing I've learnt
doing this job
Life's short.
I'd ask this friend,
if you don't try,
won't you regret it?
I reckon he'll find
she likes him back.
Thanks, Peg.
♪♪
I-I better get home.
Cheers, Norm.
That's
See ya. See ya.
♪♪
[ Exhales sharply ]
I've just spoken to Gabriel.
He says the Popular Radio
and Television Survey
put us at three times
our usual listeners last night,
with even more predicted today.
[ Sighs ]
[ Instruments tuning ]
Are you sure you're okay?
Me? Yeah. Fine.
You know, there's something
that I never told you.
I've always been
a huge fan of yours.
- Really?
- Yes!
Your programme
where you threw your records
in the corporate rubbish bin,
where you stormed out
That's why I work in radio.
What do you say?
Shall we do it for the people?
♪♪
With knobs on, baby.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
So, there is good news
and then there is bad news.
The good news is our shopkeeper
saw Billy King
talking to our sobbing girl,
the one that called in.
What's the bad news?
She saw him
throw something away.
Where?
Eh?
Don't look at me!
Oh. [ Sighs ]
I'm sorry.
[ Speaks indistinctly ]
♪♪
Oh!
♪♪
- Um, Cathy.
- Hey.
You know, um,
sometimes, things change,
circumstances.
And, um
I care about this
a lot.
So, um, good luck.
Oh.
Thanks, Arnie.
And to you.
♪♪
Yeah.
This is what, um,
Billy threw away.
He collected the envelope
from the PO box.
But as you can see, the letter
is addressed to Cathy.
Curious. Is that fish pie?
Yes, it blimmin' well is!
Button, well done
for fishing it out.
Thank you.
Well, I can't make out
the sender's name.
Bits missing.
But it doesn't sound like
their first correspondence.
"I say it again.
I know you are torn.
But please come back to me.
A better life awaits
without that charlatan."
Then there's a bit missing.
"It is time.
Love always."
Is that what this is all about?
A secret lover helping Cathy
escape her marriage?
We need to go and speak to her
right now.
♪♪
I've got 'em! Finally!
They did a phone-in.
Somehow they've wired
into a line
at the nearest telephone pole.
My guys tell me it's somewhere
over on the northeast of town.
Well? We need to throw
the full letter of the law!
And we will.
Just not right this second.
Button, do you mind making
Mr. Greybone a cup of tea?
I'll be back presently.
But you're wasting time.
We got 'em!
Two sugars.
I've never seen this before.
Really? It doesn't read
like the first.
I swear.
If there were others, then Billy
must have intercepted them.
Cathy, if you were seeing
someone behind Billy's back,
you have to let us know.
I wasn't.
It's from me dad.
All this time,
and he is still desperate
for me to lead the life
that he wants me to lead.
You know, when I first told
my parents
that I wanted to work
in radio, he lost it.
He marched me down
to that typing pool.
"You're this till you're
someone's wife, end of."
So I ran.
That night.
I just left a note.
I broke their heart,
I know that now.
And the thing is,
I know I shouldn't
have done it with Billy,
but I don't regret a thing.
You better give us
your parents' address
so we can check, yeah.
[ Telephones ringing
in background ]
- There you go.
- You're a good girl, Peggy.
Thanks, Mr. Greybone.
You've got two lumps.
Goose bumps?
I have not.
Think it's time you changed
your battery again.
Peggy!
Um, Nigel Greybone
has a hearing aid?
Yeah. Why?
[ Feedback ]
Oh, now, I know that look.
You think it's significant,
don't you?
No.
Um, simply interesting.
Yes.
Such marvellous technology.
Peggy, with me.
Where? Oh, where?
We need something old.
Something that goes way back.
A-ha, yes, here we are.
Look.
The Darlington Observer.
The Community Award
for Voluntary Services
to York Hospital Radio goes to
Miss C. Greybone of Darlington.
Yeah, but that's Cathy.
Oh, hang on.
That means that she's
Precisely.
Cathy Bright's maiden name
is Greybone.
[ Sighs ]
She ran away,
free of her domineering parents.
Oh, gracious me, it all fits.
Come.
Um, forgive me,
Mr. Greybone
Oh.
Three
Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
♪♪
Good evening, you lovely people!
I'm Patt Garrett
with all the tip-top hip-pop
for your delectation.
Boy, do we have
a special show for you tonight.
So crank us up and get ready
to do your twist,
your swim,
and your mash-potato, baby,
because we've got
the hippy-shake on.
We are live,
and we are Radio Catherine.
Catherine ♪
♪♪
Baby, you'll see me
when I go ♪
Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
Hell or high water,
you take it slow ♪
Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
I ain't got time,
so remember me ♪
Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
Mm, gotta hurry up, baby,
I'm a wanted man ♪
Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
[ Singing indistinctly ]
Go for broke
and cut the slack ♪
I gotta go
'cause I'm in demand ♪
I'm a rock star, baby,
I'm a wanted man ♪
I gotta go
'cause I'm in demand ♪
I'm a rock star, baby,
I'm a wanted man ♪
♪♪
Sister!
Where's Nigel Greybone?
Maaaaaan ♪
Now, wasn't that
a slice of special
with cream and cherry on top?
Oh, baby!
We're loving it in the studio,
guys and dolls.
Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
And now for the moment
we've all been waiting for.
Yes, our new partner to reveal
what we can expect
in the future
of Radio Catherine.
Come on, baby.
♪♪
Hello, everyone.
Yes, I'm excited to announce
By the power vested in me as a
General Post Office engineer
Dad
all this equipment is impounded!
- What? Stop that!
- You lot are under arrest
for breaching the Wireless
Telegraphy Act 1949!
- Hey, man, we're on the air.
- Well, you're done!
- And this one's coming with me.
- No, no. Get off me!
Nigel Greybone!
I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Billy King.
You're not obliged
to say anything
unless you wish to do so,
but what you do say
What the heck
are you talking about?!
I'm afraid we know,
Mr. Greybone.
Know? Know what?
We know the bust you performed
with our inspector wasn't real.
It was a ruse
to provide you with an alibi.
We know that Billy didn't
meet you in The Spitfire
to give you
their secret address.
Rather, he intercepted
your letter to Cathy,
and he wanted to scare you off,
once and for all.
Her life was boring as hell
with you, mate.
That's why she left.
See, I know how to show girls
a good time.
Not that you'd know about that.
Wife left you
for the milkman, I heard.
I just need to see her.
Yeah, well, she don't want
to see you, mate.
Do you hear me? Ever.
So just leave us alone, yeah?
♪♪
Most humiliating, I imagine.
Heartbreaking, even.
Certainly incentive enough
to follow him back here
and to make a plan.
Only you made a mistake.
♪♪
[ Feedback ]
It was the feedback
from your hearing aid
which gave you away.
That man ruined my life!
He took away my little girl
in the night!
And left me with a wife
who blamed me for everything!
I had nothing in the end.
I lost me bloody mind!
She's coming with me,
one way or another!
[ Speaker crashes ]
[ Electricity crackles ]
Alright.
Alright, careful.
We don't want anyone hurt.
Nigel,
this won't change anything.
You can't force Cathy
to be something
she doesn't want to be.
And look at what she's achieved.
Come on, Cath.
Get off her!
[ Electricity crackles ]
Arnie? Arnie? Arnie?
No, no, you can't
You can't be.
♪♪
[ Grunts ]
You all right?
♪♪
A dramatic scene, that.
Have a stiff drink tonight.
Nothing ventured,
nothing gained?
Cathy, um
There's something
I want to, um
I mean, it's
I j I just want
Arnie.
You had me at electric shock.
♪♪
Oh, about bloody time.
You beautiful people.
Of course, you have my blessing.
Seems the only one
missing out here is me.
Guess it's goodbye
to my favourite radio station.
Mm!
Contraire, mon ami.
We've only just begun.
It's true.
Gabriel's got a plan.
[ Radio scanning ]
- Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
- Quiet, everyone. It's time.
And so, for the very first time,
we come to you
from our new studio,
12 miles off the British coast,
rocking in a groovy
fishing trawler.
Try and catch us now, baby.
Whoo!
We are now pirates
in the true sense of the word.
Most ingenious.
A legal loophole.
That far out at sea,
they're technically out of
any national jurisdiction
- Shh! Listen.
- Turn it up, Peggy.
- [ Volume increases ]
- For old times' sake,
I'm playing a song
for our very favourite WPC
over in little Great Slaughter.
She once said,
every time she hears this,
she feels like
she's with friends.
So from Patt, Cathy, and Arnie,
this one's for you, baby.
Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
There's a magic man ♪
Who's coming to your town ♪
From a magic land ♪
To bring his magic sounds ♪
But you can't live
without him ♪
He weaves a golden thread ♪
I know you love
the magic man ♪
Who gets inside your head ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪
Ooh, the magic ♪
Ooh, the magic man ♪