This is our truth, tell us yours
Gently is driving, while Bacchus sits huddled into his jacket. They pass Alnwick Castle – in the background the wintry sun is rising over the hills of Teesdale.
BACCHUS: Seriously sir, what the hell has this got to do with us?
GENTLY: You can see what it’s like John. This man has had, according to that poor girl, at least sixteen relationships before her. He probably lied about the number.
BACCHUS: But there are no complaints, no paper work, nothing. We’re on a wild goose chase sir.
GENTLY: Dead women tell no tales John. We’re looking for the survivors who might give us more hints than that poor woman back there.
BACCHUS: Whatever you say sir. It’s not as if any real crimes need solving.
GENTLY: That’s enough John.
Gently stares ahead as the Ribblehead viaduct appears n the distance.