- ♪ Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
- 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!
- ♪ ...baby, who'll help you see the light ♪
"Radio Catherine woz here.
Catch us next time."
Aah!
- 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?
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.
- 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.
- 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.
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.
- 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!
- 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.
- 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.
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 ♪
- 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!
- ♪ 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.
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.
Yes, miss. Take a seat.
Oh, Cathy. What's happened?
- It's... - 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?
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?
- 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.
Hm.
What do you know, the handwriting matches.
- Now, hang on. It's not what you think.
What is it, then?
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.
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?
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.
Yeah. I feel the same.
Hey.
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.
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.
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?
- 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?
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.
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.
- 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...
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?
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.
- Problem, Sister? - Oh, no, no.
Just, um, settling in.
Okay, this is it.
We're going on air in five, four...
- ♪ Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Catherine ♪
Greetings.
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.
- 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?
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.
Forgive me. Yes.
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?
- 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.
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.
Sorry, what is she up to?
- Fudge-berries and cream, that's not it either!
Um...
- 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I'm sorry.
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.
- 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?
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.
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 ♪
♪ 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.
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!
- 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!
Arnie? Arnie? Arnie?
No, no, you can't... You can't be.
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.
- ♪ 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.
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 ♪