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Contacted all local hospitals and PSG have completed house -to -house

Has the mother got any idea where she might be or who she might be with? No,

she's frantic.

We talked to the newsagent.

None of the other delivery kids saw her after she picked up her papers at 7am.

She's, what, 15?

Ask about boyfriends?

Yep, no boyfriends.

Last sighting by a Mrs Greenway.

Says she saw a maroon car.

Could have been a Sierra or a Mondeo.

Says she saw it a few times before, but... Didn't see the number plate. Do

know anyone who has a dark red maroon vehicle, a Sierra Mondeo?

No.

I was asked that before.

But no, I can't think of anyone.

Do you know if Cathy was having any problems at school?

No. She's a very happy girl.

Can I ask you if you're married?

Divorced.

Five years. He lives in Manchester.

Might Kathy have gone to stay with him?

Oh, no, she had no reason to.

I mean, you'd come down for a weekend in a couple of weeks.

Anyway, I've already asked him.

So you have a good relationship with him?

Yes, he's remarried, but... If Kathy had wanted to see him, she'd have told me.

Do you know if she kept a diary?

Yes, I think so.

Morning, Mum.

Can't be pretty for a nightmare. Why can't they open Roddy Hammersmith

Hi.

Oh, brilliant. I'm gasping.

Took me an hour and a half to get in this morning.

Half of those from that nutter. I thought he was not phoning in. He's

Now he thinks he's going to contact his local MP.

I thought he already had. Who'd we put on that?

Jones. And he says, um... What's his name?

Warrington. Stephen Warrington. Off his head.

There's a group of nurses living there, so they're bound to come in and out at

odd hours. If they pulled a bloke, that's their business, isn't it?

Well, now he's written to South Area Commander.

I'd like him to send us a photocopy.

How many nurses were living there?

Two or three.

Morning. Morning.

Pat, have you had any contact from a Stephen Warrington?

He's a persistent complainer. He's convinced his neighbours are running a

brothel. I must be joking. We're going to need a filing cabinet just for him

soon. Well, it's no joke. South Area Command has been on the phone about him.

don't believe this. It's a house full of nurses. It's already been checked.

Well, as a favour to me, do it again.

Personally.

This is very nice.

My, my.

Mr Warrington must have a very nice income.

Do come in, please. I'm Stephen Warrington.

This is Detective Constable Jack Hutchins. I'm Detective Inspector Pat

Coffee? Tea? Thank you.

Blimey, wife's very attractive.

Yeah, OK.

Now, just remember, Hutchins, this is a damage control exercise. You've just got

to humour him a bit, all right?

And these must be his daughters?

Correct.

And they're the reason I'm so concerned about number 21.

The eldest is Charlotte, 14, and the youngest is Lucy, 11.

Please, do the doubt.

Thank you.

Do you take a black or white, Pat?

Black, no sugar, thank you.

A white, please.

I'm sorry my wife is not here to meet you.

She arranges the flowers at St Bartholomew's on Wednesday.

She could earn a living at flower arranging if she wished.

Biscuit? No, thanks.

I have my own company. I import fine wines.

In fact, if you'd care to try a very special Merlot, it's actually Chilean.

thank you very much. No, I'd really like to discuss the reason that we're here.

Absolutely.

You see, with two daughters at a very vulnerable age, and you know a young

is missing, Southfields area.

No, I didn't know.

But, Mr. Warrington, we've made inquiries regarding your complaint.

they're obviously not good enough.

These women are very devious.

They're sending round some fresh -faced copper.

No, no, no. P .C. Jones was very diligent. He even contacted the landlord

21, and he can't be trusted. He's a bloody Iranian.

Considering what goes on there, I don't think he should be allowed in the

country, never mind owning a property.

Well, this property is legally rented to a number of nurses. They may have told

you that, but I assure you, the number of men going in and out of that house at

all times of the day and night... But their employment is shift work, so...

goes on in that house has nothing whatsoever to do with the hospital.

They're quite blatantly taking in clients.

Johns, I believe, is your terminology.

Mr Warrington... I have listed the dates and times that I have seen men,

numerous men, going in there for sex.

Well, I'm very impressed by your public spiritedness, Mr Warrington, and I'm

sure if more people took notice of what was going on around them, the world

would be a much safer place to live in.

Exactly. I'm glad someone finally understands.

Look, this obviously distresses you a great deal. Well, as I said before, I

two vulnerable young daughters.

My poor wife is scared to walk out of the house at night in case she's

One poor missing girl should be a warning.

Is there a girl missing in Southfield's area?

I don't know.

He's a fruit and nut, isn't he?

Maybe there's a point.

Let's see if anyone's at home.

Good afternoon, I'm D .P. Hutchins for D .I. North. We're from Embankment Police

Station. Can we have a quick word, please?

Sure, come in.

Don't believe this.

We had a police officer around here last week asking questions.

Right.

So, how many of you live here?

Well, it sort of depends.

Judy and Alex officially rent it, but they let out some of the rooms.

Probably shouldn't tell you that.

There's never more than four of us.

So you pay Judy and Alex, was it?

Judy and Alex Watson, yeah.

You pay them rent, yeah?

Not rent, rent.

We just contribute towards bills and stuff.

That's not illegal.

You see, two of us aren't fully qualified yet, and with the money that

earned... Yeah, so what does Judy do?

She's a sister.

And Alex, her husband, is a mechanic.

Right.

Now, a neighbour, a Mr Warrington, has lodged a complaint.

He's weird.

A few weeks back, Judy went up to the loony and told him to leave us alone.

She said she'd get the police on to him.

Why? What'd he done?

Someone had... Someone had pushed a dog turd through the letterbox.

At least we presumed it was a dog's.

Such a freak. Maybe it was his.

God, it was gross.

Well, Mr Warrington believes that this place is being used as a brothel.

My God, not this again.

Look, I really resent having even to respond to that. I'm not a prostitute,

is anyone else in this house.

Now, I'd like you to leave so I can get some sleep.

I'm on night duty.

Right, OK.

Thanks for your help.

I'm sorry.

Just read to us.

Don't you ever do that again.

What'd I do? Apologize for me doing my job. Oh, come on, Pat. He's obviously

a part.

Listen, what they're doing is illegal, and the landlord could evict them all

subletting. Oh, Christ, Dave.

Rich bastards pulling strings make me puke.

Right, you stay in the car.

Well?

I'm completely satisfied. There's nothing improper going on.

I'll get you proof, then. No, no, really. No, really, there's no need.

As far as the police are concerned, this is the end of the matter.

But, um, thank you very much for the coffee.

Call's just come in. Traced with phone box in Putney.

Mail caller says to search a boathouse for Kathy Boone.

All right. Keep coming. You've got plenty of room.

Keep coming.

Left hand down.

Left hand down. Stop.

Oh.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry, but I can't see a bloody thing.

Back. Yep.

Keep it straight.

Okay? Whoa!

Love it.

Then I'm going to give myself a hand here. Okay.

Let's get on with it.

I want one man on this door, two round the back of the phone.

Warren, get to this door right now. Tell me, mate.

He gave me the creeps a bit, actually. He lived round the corner from that, um,

plat that we were looking to rent. Remember the one with the, uh, balcony

overlooked a big garden?

Yeah.

Is all this stuff yours?

No, most of it's yours.

Right, now, why are you keeping this?

Lynn didn't want it.

Oh, really? What a surprise.

Hey, I've seen one of those in the antique road show, you know. Another 20

years, that'll be worth a thought.

I'll look over there.

Cassie!

Cassie! Well, that's it. Bar the unpacking.

We're in.

Yeah.

Any second thoughts, kid?

I'll find time to ask.

Hey, tell you what, let's leave this unpacking and go and get something to

then. Good idea.

Hey.

You're not going to have any second thoughts, are you?

I'm a lot older than you.

No, you're not.

You're a lot shorter.

Do you want pizza or Chinese?

Touché.

Cassie!

Cassie!

Hey, didn't you hear me calling you?

Why, I'm sorry. I was in the bath.

Shall I open some wine?

It's already done.

I'm breathing.

Is there a body? Can you see a body?

DNA tests have proved that the blood on the jacket found at the boathouse is

Cathy Booth.

Before we hand this case over to the murder squad, can I just confirm we've

the following ready for them?

Details of Cathy's last meal from her mother, plus when it was eaten. Her

group and dental records.

Control fibres from the bedroom for possible later comparison.

Her fingerprints.

Identification of the clothing she was last wearing, including labels. Sorted.

Good. The AMIP team are on their way, and incident rooms to be set up

immediately.

Got a cold?

No, I'm just exhausted.

How'd the move go last night?

It was fine, got everything in, but just boxes everywhere.

Talking of boxes, I thought we'd just arrived.

For you.

Oh.

With sincere gratitude for your assistance, Stephen Warrington.

Oh, look, there's a PS.

I hope you will enjoy this very fine wine and know that it will improve with

age. Send it back.

Are you sure? That looks like vintage stuff.

Just get the box out of here.

You on this?

Oh, that's great. Who's on your team?

You all right?

No, I've got a pain in my back. Give me a coffee, would you, Black?

Hey, is it true you and Pat are... No.

Oh, you can't pass water on you without everybody knowing. We're living

together, yeah, and I'm getting a divorce, so I don't want any waist

you, son.

Oh, I just heard the rumour, that's all.

She's advised in the embankment, yeah?

Yeah. So now you've got all the facts over giving me someone this. Who is she?

Cassie. Cassie Booth.

Mr. Warrington, I can't accept the wine. I'm sorry.

No, I really don't want you to feel insulted.

Of course, I understand.

But I would like to see you.

I have something you can see.

I can't discuss it over the phone.

But if you would come and see me, I assure you, it'll be worth your while.

Okay.

I'll do my best.

Good. I look forward to it.

Okay, the porthouse belongs to a Colonel Wilding. What have we got in it?

Lives in Putney, runs a small computer software company, semi -retired, not

short of cash. Left for the south of France on the same day Cathy Booth went

missing, but not until 11am. He's expected back today.

Does anyone else have access to the porthouse?

Wilding's wife seems to think there's only one set of keys and Wilding has

with him.

Right. The bloodstained jacket and trainers were found on Wilding's

which was padlocked shut. If he does have the only set of keys, that gives us

enough to nick him. I want him arrested the minute that plane lands.

We also need to check the availability of the eyewitnesses on the maroon car.

Put her on standby for an ID parade. Gov, she's really elderly, and her

description of the driver was very vague. I don't care.

We do a letter drop. We do a further witness search.

Okay. We've got two crime scenes.

The boathouse and the abduction site.

Get on to the scene coordinator and immediately check if the dive team have

up with anything from the Thames.

You've got a problem with that, Barrow?

No, but we've done a house -to -house. Then you'll do another one.

We also need to identify any shops or business premises close to either

that might have CCTV recordings from that day get hold of the tapes.

And we need to talk to any tradespeople who might have been in either locality

at the time. We're on to it. I'm so glad to hear that, Sunshine.

I also want this on crime watch. It might do us a lot of good. Set it up.

It's an excellent camera.

Night vision.

As you can see, I've given each man a number and noted the date and arrival

departure times.

It's busier than Captain Junction over there.

I'm sorry you were unable to accept my gift.

I hope it didn't compromise you in any way.

What if I arranged a special price for wine when you're dating Heather Funk

then? Oh, no, no, really, really, that's fine.

Would you mind if I kept these?

Of course, I can always make further copies.

Actually, there's a much more pressing reason I asked you to pop by.

I can think of no one else to discuss this very unpleasant situation with but

you, Pat.

Mr Warrington, I think we've done everything... I was arrested a few days

I've been terrified of my wife finding out.

I'm sorry?

Please sit down.

I was driving to one of my buyers in Oxshot, and, well, there's no other way

put this but to be blunt.

I was caught short, held up in traffic. I looked around for a possible

convenience.

I wasn't even sure where I was. I turned off the main road, and I know I

shouldn't have done this, but I went into some bushes to relieve myself.

The next moment, I was zipping up my flight, and this woman started screaming

me. I was just returning to my car, and I honestly had no notion that I was

close to a school.

Now there is this appalling situation where I've been arrested and could be

charged with indecent exposure.

Three schoolgirls I didn't even see claim... claim...

You cannot imagine how terrible this has been for me.

I can't sleep at night.

It's a nightmare. It's a total nightmare.

As if I would do such a thing.

I'm a happily married man, for heaven's sake.

Two children.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

I'm such a torment.

Obviously, I have a very good solicitor.

But will you help me, Pat?

Talk to the police at Oxshot.

Explain to them that you know me.

I'm sorry, Mr Warrington, I can't do that.

Do you know me? You know what kind of person I am.

Couldn't you go to the school?

The name of the teacher that screamed at me is... Zelda Fitzwilliams.

I don't know what else I can do.

Mrs Booth, do you know if Cassie ever went near the boat house in Putney where

her clothes were found?

Or did she know anyone she might have visited in that area?

No.

I've said this, but no.

In fact, she was only really declining to swim.

She was scared of water.

She wouldn't have gone there.

And she never complained of anyone following her?

No.

My daughter will sell these. This is quite a collection.

She spends all her paper around money on those.

I read that in her diary.

This must be the one she got from her uncle.

Uncle?

She doesn't have any uncles.

I'm sure she mentions an Uncle W in her diary.

It must be a nickname for a friend. It's certainly not a real uncle.

Mrs Booth has kindly released some video footage of Cassie for the Crimewatch

programme.

Thank you.

Her father took it at her birthday party. And then he starts

crying and telling me he's completely innocent. And this is just after he'd

offered to do me a special deal on wine for Met Functions. I mean, the whole

thing was just bizarre.

I'm sorry I laid this on you.

I'd have to be a fly on the wall at Opshot, Nick, when I was really going

You don't know who'd be in charge of the case there, do you? No.

But with the Met's ten -year policy, it's likely to be some rookie detective

who's been on traffic for the last ten years.

Now, just forget it.

Thanks.

Victor Wilding, I'm a police officer.

My name is Detective Sergeant Barrow.

We'd like to ask you some questions, sir. Could you just sit with us?

Go.

We've got Mr.

Wilding in interview room number one, and he's not a happy man.

Yeah, let's go.

Hutchins.

Heard about Warrington's indecent exposure, Josh.

Told you he's a fruit nut, haven't I?

Got a good mind to call my mate at upshot to get the lowdown.

Well, actually, I've got a bit of lowdown on you.

What do you mean? What have I done?

Would you like to explain those, Detective Constable Hutchins?

Look, I'd just come off duty and I was driving past the hospital and I saw her

at the bus stop.

Off through a lift.

Except that you don't live anywhere near the hospital. In fact, you live in

completely the opposite direction. And the times, as you can see, clearly

printed on the back.

Good grief, you're in there too, us.

Just talking, aren't we?

Yeah, something like that.

Well, I hoped he didn't charge you for, um... I haven't had it yet.

By the way, I think you know my mate at our shop.

Oh, yeah? Who's that?

Jeff Batchley.

Play rugby with him.

You, um, want me to give him a call about Warrington?

No, no need.

And your wife can verify this?

Of course.

I was at home until at least 11 a .m. and then I left for the airport.

Look, I'm obviously deeply sorry that this girl has gone missing.

But at the same time, there was no need to make a public display as soon as I

stepped off the bloody plane.

Mr. Wilding, you have declined to have a solicitor present.

That really is my point.

As I've told you, I was at home.

I do not own a maroon Sierra or Mondeo.

I drive a Rolls -Royce.

When was the last time you visited your boathouse, Mr. Wilding?

Not since I sold the boat, months ago.

Can you be a little more precise?

Without consulting my desk diary, no.

Make a note to pick up the diary later.

So, Mr. Wilding, can you confirm there is only one set of keys and you've had

them with you at all times?

Yes, but as I've already told you, there are a number of people who've borrowed

my keys in the past few months.

Locksmith... painter and decorator, and earlier in the year, an entire crew of a

rowing team.

To the best of your knowledge, has anyone been there since last Tuesday?

Not unless they broke in, no.

And since I've not yet had a chance to contact my wife, I couldn't say for

Look, how much longer do you intend keeping me here?

For as long as I need, Mr. Wilding.

Would you be prepared to take part in an identification parade?

What you got, Gwen? The ID parade's been set up. Mrs Greenway's down at Brickton

ID Suite now.

But she's a bit... I know.

Elderly. But she's very sprightly.

I don't think she gets out much.

What about Wilding?

Very confident.

Very confident.

You've got his diary now, yeah?

Yeah.

Tell you what.

Look through. Find out what he was doing in the days when Cassie Booth mentioned

seeing Uncle W, yeah? OK.

Did he mention that he knew her?

No, he's denying it so far.

God, I am starving.

Want me to stand out for something?

No, thanks. I'm expected home.

Little lady cooking up a storm for you, is she? They always start out that way.

Never laugh.

Yeah, hi. Can I talk to Detective Inspector North, please?

Oh.

No, it's okay. Thanks.

We've contacted the locksmith and the decorator who are willing to send out

access to his boathouse.

It's all into you with them in the morning.

What do you think?

Very diligent.

What more can I say? I meant about Wilding.

Crime Watch are definitely interested.

The schedule's pretty full, but the video footage of Cassie's birthday might

the balance in our favour.

We heard from Brixton yet?

Well, you know, it's different. It's a different field, but I do enjoy working

in Vice.

And, you know, it's great being in town. It's really handy.

I just can't wait to get back into some action.

Yeah.

Right.

Look, have we... Have we skirted around this enough?

I know you're living with him.

And I know who told you, Hutchins, yeah.

Don't blame me, Mummy.

I just wanted to know if the rumours were true.

You'd kept it pretty quiet.

I thought we had something going.

Oh, come on, you know, I just thought it was time I made some sort of decision

about my life, you know.

I could have gone on faffing around with... Me?

As we're being so truthful, I was... I was pretty cut up about

the way you started avoiding me and never returning my calls.

Yes, I did.

Look, I'm sorry if I wasn't completely honest.

But we didn't really want anyone to know, not until we were sure about what

was we wanted.

And Walker's what you want, is he?

Yeah.

Right now he is, yeah.

So can we drop the subject now, please?

Yeah, sure.

I just want it straightened out.

Yeah, sure.

I really am sorry if I misled you, because you're lovely. You really are.

a lovely guy.

So is your friend Warrington.

Three school kids, all under 12. They not only exposed themselves, but also

lewd gestures. Now, the teacher didn't actually catch him, but she heard the

girl scream, chased after him, and caught him putting it away as he got to

car. You're just going for a leak.

Well, it's not going to go to court.

They've dropped the charges.

Parents don't want to put their kids through any more emotional trauma.

Because you know?

Well, I only knew myself today.

But Warrington definitely did it, yeah?

Yeah, of course he did.

Do you want another, or we could get something to eat?

Yeah.

Why not? Brilliant idea. I'm starving.

Just let me get this straight, yeah?

Our eyewitness, the old woman, we schlep all the way over to Brixton, we feed

her toasty cheese butties all afternoon, and now she says she has what?

What is it?

Tunnel what?

Yeah, what does that mean exactly?

Well, she sort of sees only this much, no peripheral vision, kind of like she's

looking down a narrow tunnel. Yeah, how bloody narrow?

Well, she's actually clinically diagnosed as blind, so we sent her home.

Oh, great.

Great.

Why wasn't this picked up?

This now means that Wilding is in the clear.

What if I'd known you were going out for dinner? I didn't intend to. I met Jeff

Batchley for a drink and he suggested it.

But I did call here and I tried your mobile.

Batchley. The rugby prop.

What do you want to see him for? He's a waste of space.

No, he isn't.

It was work related. I needed some details on a case in Oxford.

Oxford?

That's still in the Met.

Want a cup of tea?

Yeah. Why did you want tea?

Why do men do that?

What?

Two perfectly good chairs, but they've got to sit on the bed to take their

off.

What are you talking about?

It's just a boring thing that men do.

Oh, yeah?

Experienced many, have you?

Right,

I've got my list worked out. You've got to do yours.

Oh, no, do we have to? I've got such a full day tomorrow.

Oh, and I don't.

Isn't that the point?

If we don't start right now, we're going to get off on the wrong foot.

I have to get used to you. To me, not waiting on you hand and foot like your

wife obviously did.

Oh, bullseye.

Sweetheart, we both have to work.

Which is why we have to get our priorities right, which means... You

expect me to have shopped, cleaned and cooked?

Correct. We organise it.

OK.

Let's get started.

Your socks and shoes will not walk into the wardrobe if they're in a cord. Ditto

wet towels and shirts.

And I don't take sugar.

I know.

Are we going to make this work, Pat?

I don't know.

I hope so. Come here.

There. Oh, oh, oh, oh. So, what colour scheme are we going to have in here?

I thought maybe a pale yellow.

I was looking at some colour charts and there was a nice sort of lemon buff that

I thought might be quite nice in here.

Hmm.

boys, make it quick.

Go down, keep by the boat.

You ready?

One, two, go.

Keep it by the boat. Keep it safe. Keep it safe.

Oh,

God.

Right,

off you go.

Morning, Theo.

Your usual, Mike?

You betcha.

Hi, darling.

Have a nice cup of tea.

Oh, thanks, Diane.

Yeah.

What's this? Didn't you do breakfast?

I have to listen to your wisecracks every day, son. It's really going to get

my tits.

It was just an inquiry.

OK, the bad news is Crime Watch have given us the thumbs down.

But there's a new show on ITV pulling in big viewers. Yeah?

What did it get me in who wants to be a millionaire?

As long as you're not my former friend.

No, this is Angela Rippon's Crime Night.

They're going to play the birthday party video and do a reconstruction of

Cathy's paper around you. Get a look -alike.

Oh, Angela Rippon. Great.

If I was fancier now.

Still nothing from the Riverside.

Eh, nothing yet.

Cost a bundle.

Still, you wanted to go further down the river.

Tide's fairly strong.

Is that your... No, I've got most of it on mine.

Walker.

Aye.

No, I didn't want to wake you.

Wine.

Wine case.

In the kitchen, a case of wine.

Yeah, it was outside the front door.

I don't know what it was, but you get crates and boxes all over the place.

Is there a problem?

No, no, no, no, not at all.

I'll speak to you later.

Oh. Have a good day. Bye.

What's the make of this Wilding bloke?

Well, I want to talk to his wife.

Check his bank statements for toy purchases, see if he can be our Uncle W.

Now, we've got to tread carefully. Wilding's got a lot of friends in high

places. We got nothing on him?

Yeah. Let's go.

We'd had rather a late night.

So we slept in until at least nine.

And then we got up and had breakfast, and my husband left for the airport at

about 11.

Thank you.

So, now that you know your husband left the house before 11... No.

You sure your husband didn't nip out to get anything?

Not unless he went out in his pyjamas while I was in the shower.

Mrs. Wilding, have either of you recently owned or driven a Maroon Mondeo

Sierra?

No, never.

I'm sorry, as I've already said, I can't accept personal gifts of this nature,

Mr Warrington. Oh, but that's ridiculous. All this is is just a thank

harm can there be in that?

Well, I really do appreciate your generosity, but I'm afraid I have to

And I'd also like to ask how you knew my home address.

Well, I noticed you coming out as I drove past last night.

Right, OK.

Well, I can't accept, but thank you.

Well, in that case, you and Detective Superintendent Walken must join me and

wife for dinner one evening, and I won't take no for an answer.

He's investigating the murder of Cassie Booth, isn't he?

Have there been any developments?

Well, I really wouldn't know.

Good afternoon, Mr Warrington. They dropped all the charges thanks to your

intervention.

I had nothing to do with that.

Well, the same. I appreciate it, Pat.

Okay, you lot, what have we got?

Gwen? Not a lot.

We've eliminated the locksmith and the painter and checked out the rowing team.

Nothing. Well, I get nothing from Rebecca Wilding, except that Wilding

be a heavy sleeper, as I imagine she is as well.

She sank nearly a whole bottle of wine while we were there, without even

offering us so much as a cup of tea.

Wilding's secretary sent us a list of his business appointments from France,

checked out and legit.

His first was just after he arrived.

Angela Rippon, line 2, gov.

She wants to rehearse your dance routine.

Just a joke.

It's a researcher again.

Mike Walker.

Yeah.

That's camera action. Chief Superintendent Walker, this is your

Right, we continue along this side, just up to the bridge there, yeah? Hello,

boys. Right, let's move this whole section up here.

We'll do the interview with you first, then show the video of Cassie, and come

back to you before we do the reconstruction. Then there'll be the

Now,

look, our lines stay open after the programme till midnight, so good luck. I

just hope we get a result for you.

She, Cassie, that is, looks a really sweet child.

Two minutes of transmission. Two minutes.

The robbery took place in broad daylight.

The two men wore overalls.

and claimed they were from the water board, saying they had an appointment to

install... Stephen?

Darling, can we change the channel? That new series is starting.

No.

You don't want to watch this. It's that one about Nelson.

The costume drama.

Charlotte's doing it in history.

Aren't you, sweetheart?

Then look at it on one of the other sets.

I've got enough of them.

Oh,

why don't you?

The girls want to see it.

It's educational.

Stephen,

what do you want to watch this for?

Stephen?

Stephen, honestly, this is ridiculous.

Cassie is 15 years old. She disappeared a week ago during her morning paper rant

in the Southfields area of southwest London.

Cassie collected her papers from the newsagent on High Street at 7am.

The last sighting offer was... Stephen, you said you wanted to watch it.

Why do you always have to make a scene?

I want to watch its programme in here.

If the girls want to see something else... That's three against one.

Don't argue with me.

I want to watch Crime Night, all right?

And you're making me miss it.

Shut up and get out.

Go on.

Oh, for goodness sake, Stephen. What on earth's the matter with you?

Why are you being so childish?

I've made some hot chocolate. I don't want it.

Just leave me alone.

Now, you see, you're making me miss it.

Are you taking your medication?

Yes, yes.

Leave me alone.

Get out!

So you're treating this person's case as a murder inquiry?

Yes, we are.

We received an anonymous call advising us that items of clothing worn by Cassie

on the morning she went missing were to be found in a board house in Papi. We

urgently need to talk to whoever made that call.

Well, we're going to be showing you items of clothing identical to those

Cassie and a reconstruction of Cassie's last known movement. And these feature a

maroon car, possibly a Mondeo or a Sierra.

Happy Birthday to you!

You angry with me?

Susie?

Susie.

Sorry.

Sorry for getting all touchy.

You know how I am when I get stressed.

I've had a lot on my mind recently.

I've made it up with a girl.

Am I forgiven?

I just don't understand why you're so uptight at the moment.

If you really are taking your medication.

I love you. You know that, don't you?

I adore you.

I'm so sorry.

Really.

Let me make it up to you.

Pat?

Pat?

Ah, you're awake.

Hey, it's fantastic. We had loads of calls, including one from a woman who

claims she saw Kathy Booth and a man in a maroon Sierra on the morning she went

missing. That's the good news.

Bad news is she saw them at the service station on the M1.

What time is it?

I don't know. Late.

Give me a tip of the show.

But if her ID pans out, that means I'm going to lose my number one suspect.

He was on his way to France by then.

Gwen's going to check her out tomorrow morning.

By the way, did you find out who left you that case of wine?

It's from some real crank I've been dealing with. I've sent it back.

Want tea?

It's not fair, is it?

A sweet, innocent little thing and bang.

Some bastard takes it all away.

Hey, come here, you.

I suppose it's too late for decorating decisions, huh?

Yeah.

Anyway, Cassie Bird's got a right to all your attention at the moment.

Yes, we are. I love you.

Detective Constable Holgate.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Can I get you a coffee?

No, thank you.

Are you going to interview me here, not at a police station?

If you don't mind, we just want to take a witness statement. Then we can go over

to the petrol pumps and establish exactly where you thought she saw Cassie

Booth. OK.

I'd actually not come in for any petrol, just a sandwich from the shop.

As I came out of the shop, I noticed a blonde girl in the back of a maroon

Sierra parked by the pumps.

And why are you so sure it was Kathy?

Well, she was wearing pink hair slides and a yellow jacket, like the ones they

showed on crime night.

Where was the driver? He was putting petrol in the car.

And can you describe him? Yes. He was white, tall, about 5 '11", wearing a

tweed... No, a raincoat.

Dark -haired.

But I wasn't paying too much attention to him.

And did the girl try to get out of the car at all?

I can't really be sure.

She did turn to look towards the shop.

That's when I saw her face.

Detective Inspector Nock, hello.

It's Stephen Warrington.

It's imperative that I see you.

Mr Warrington, I'm very, very busy.

It's happened again.

It's happened again.

You have to see me.

You're the only person I can turn to.

Please, please, I beg of you.

Mr Warrington, is this about the house opposite? Because if it is, I think I've

done everything... No.

It's far more serious.

I think they're going to arrest me again.

Mr Warrington, the charges against you were dropped.

Mr Warrington?

They're going to arrest me again.

I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything.

Shit.

I think I'm right.

Yep, here it is.

On the day she went missing, Cassie's hair was tied back with a silver

scrunchie.

No mention of pink hair slides.

But on the video of the birthday party they showed on crime night, that's what

she was wearing.

That bloody woman is lying!

I'm sorry.

Can you give me again the description of the girl you saw? Yes.

Blonde, about 14, and a yellow jacket with two pink slides in her hair.

I've said this, told you this.

You're sure about the pink hair slides, Mrs Bentall?

Yes. And you contacted us after seeing the crime night programme, correct?

Yes. You don't think you could be mistaken?

Only no one else we've talked to here can recall seeing her at all.

I'm absolutely sure the young girl I saw was Cassie Booz.

Not a figment of your imagination.

I don't understand.

Mrs Bentall, Kathy Booth may still be alive and time could be running out for

her.

Now, I know everyone wants their 15 minutes of fame, but please, don't try

become famous by sending the police off in the wrong direction and wasting

valuable time and resources.

I think that you have made this up.

I don't think that you saw Cassie Booth on that day, did you, Mrs. Bentall? You

have made this up, haven't you?

Maybe you saw someone who looked like her.

Did you see a maroon chair, as you've stated, or is that also made up?

You were very specific about the hair slides, because she was wearing them on

the TV, right?

But on the day that Cassie was abducted, she was wearing her hair in a ponytail.

No slides.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? What exactly are you sorry about, Mrs Bentall?

Gwen just called in. The eyewitness from the M1 service station turned out to be

a hoaxer.

But we've got another woman coming in who says that a kid was approached by a

man while doing Cassie Booth's paper round a couple of months ago.

She the same age as Cassie? He. Twelve -year -old boy.

Apparently he did Cassie's paper round a couple of times when she had the flu a

few months back.

Sneaked out without telling me because he knew I wouldn't let him.

He just wanted a bit of extra pocket money.

But when he saw Crime Night, he thought he'd better say something.

So, Mark, this man, he got out of his car, he approached you and he frightened

you, yeah?

Yes. Stop scratching.

He's got this terrible nervous eczema rash come out all over his body.

He's ever so nervous, he's been off school with it.

Can you describe this man?

Er, don't know.

Tall, white, not fat.

And dark hair. And he wore a smart suit and glasses.

Do you remember the car?

What colour it was?

It was a metallic blue sports car. We'd driven past Mark, then he turned round.

The man called out, then he stopped the car and come towards you. That's right,

isn't it, Mark? Tell the man what he said.

He talked to you? He said he had something for me. But when Mark turned

at him, he looked angry, didn't he?

Then he just ran off.

You have no right to do this.

No right at all.

I want to speak to my solicitor.

Well, that description fits well, then.

Mm, sort of.

Yeah, well, listen.

That boy could easily have been mistaken for Cassie, yeah? With a baseball cap

on. Same height, blonde hair.

The yellow jacket is almost identical to the one that she wore.

Now, the guy said he had something for him. Maybe that's how he got Cassie in

the car. He enticed her in with the offer of a new beanbag toy.

Yeah, I thought of that, but we're looking for a maroon car.

Little Scratchy said he was driving a metallic blue sports car.

Wilding's wife owns a metallic blue Fiat Coupe.

Let's put some feelings on that bastard.

He was hysterical. I couldn't make out what he was saying. Something about

arrested and then his money ran out.

But if you could tell Switchboard... Yeah, yeah, I'll talk to him.

Maybe the parents are ox -shot. I've decided to press charges after all. I

chat with Batshy about it.

No, no.

Forget it.

Pat, you got a sec?

Oh, sure.

Uniform have just arrested your wine merchant friend, Stephen Warrington.

Well, what's he done?

Exposed himself to a couple of schoolgirls in the gardens down by

Tube. I don't believe it. Well, you'd better. He's screaming blue murder, and

he's asking to speak to you.

There was a patrol car about 100 yards up the street.

They saw Warrington running like hell, straight past him around the corner to

pick up his car. They gave chase, but eventually they lost him anyway. They

managed to get his reg number, so we arrested him at his home. Are the girls

okay? Pretty shook up.

One of them got so traumatised because he tried to make her touch him, almost

got herself killed in front of a bus running away.

Yeah, the same sort of thing happened at Oxshop. Really? Was he charged? Yeah.

Never got to court. Think he thinks I got him off. God, he freaks me out. You

know we found a bottle of lithium carbonate on him?

Apparently it's a drug prescribed to treat a condition called cyclothymia.

What's that?

It's a manic depressive illness. It means he's prone to violent mood swings.

Manic depression. One minute, supreme confidence the next. He told the FME who

did the medical examination when they brought him in that he'd recently

taking the drugs, which probably explains his bizarre behaviour.

He seems desperate to speak to you. No, I really don't want to speak to him. I'm

late for court. Tell him you can't get hold of me or something.

I will say only that this is a gross and terrible misunderstanding.

Mr Warrington, you were seen running from the park.

I had no idea anything untoward had occurred.

I was running to get my car as I didn't want to get a parking ticket. Until my

solicitor arrives, until I can speak to Detective Inspector North... I've been

unable to contact DI North. She's in court this afternoon.

Then I refuse to say another word. I know my rights and I want my solicitor

present.

But why did the police come to the house?

I've told you.

But they got me mixed up with someone else.

Preposterous. Miss Lister said we could sue them.

Do you want me to talk to Daddy? No, I don't.

I can sort this out myself.

And Pat North will help me.

She works at the same station.

What do you mean, help?

You said it was just a mistake.

Yes, it was.

It is.

Susan, if I'd been involved in this thing in any way at all, do you think

would have released me?

So they were mistaken.

Yes.

Yes. How many times do I have to tell you?

I don't want to talk about it anymore.

I've got a terrible headache.

Darling, do you want me to get you an aspirin? Mm -hmm.

No! No!

Jesus, Harry.

Did he see you on hotel if you got into trouble?

That isn't enough of his own.

Got picked up today.

Blokes a flasher.

No!

Oh, you're kidding.

Oh, that is beautiful.

Just let that pervert try and get anything on us. Oi, don't you go

that around, all right?

Put me in a seriously tricky situation.

Oh, well, honey, you want to come in and let me show you my tricks?

Hmm.

Who is it?

Mr. Warrington, I'm not opening the door. Please go away.

Please. I know I shouldn't have come here.

I know that.

But I have to talk to you.

I'm sorry. I'm not letting you in. Now please go away.

What'll you do, call the police?

You are the police and all I need is two minutes of your time.

Please.

Please.

Mr Warrington, you're on private property.

I know what this is about, but I can't discuss your case. Now please leave.

This had better be worth schlepping in for.

Tip -off call again. Another phone box. This time in Barnes.

And? Mail caller.

Said cops were searching for Cassie Booth's body in the wrong place.

You know, I might have something on this Wilding guy.

This kid, a boy, says he got approached by a man while doing Cassie Booth's

paper round for her.

His mother won't allow him to do an ID, but they've done an e -fit and it looks

remarkably like Wilding.

And boy, do I need this.

Hello?

Hello?

It's for you.

I can't see. I've only just got the bag.

It's your wife.

Yeah, I know. It'll be a squeeze where they can dust down the sleeping bags.

What?

Because we've only just moved in. I've not even... Yeah, Lynn, would you just

calm down?

I said they can stay over, but it... Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll pick them up.

collect them. I'll make sure someone else is there.

It won't be Pat, all right?

Yeah.

Lynn. Lynn, if I am free, I will collect them. If not, I will make sure someone

is there and I'll call the school. What's the teacher called again?

Lynn, I am under a lot of stress at the moment and if I can't remember the

teacher's name, it doesn't mean... Who?

Holly.

Mrs. Holly?

Fine, I will call Mrs. Holly. Look, hold on a minute.

Pat.

Lynn's mother's been on the waiting list for a hip replacement. They've got a

cancellation for tomorrow. Lynn wants to take her to hospital.

Can my kids stay over tomorrow night?

Just hang on, will you?

Sure, but how much longer are you going to be? Dinner's ready.

Yeah, then that'll be fine. Look, I'll pick the kids up and I'll drop them back

in the... Hello?

Hello?

I can't talk to her.

There is no having a sane conversation with this woman.

Can you pick them up?

Yeah, yeah, I'll be able to nip out for half an hour.

Pat, you don't mind, do you?

No, it's your place as much as mine. It's your kids.

Yeah, I know that, but that's why I'm asking if you mind them staying over.

No, but can we eat? I'm starving.

Yeah.

Are we heading for the bridge?

Hold it.

Can we get any closer? There's something attached to the anchor chain.

See it?

It's a bunch of rags.

Sort of chained down. Can't budge it. Can you give us a hand?

Right, you exit this side, and I'll try and pull it my way.

Got it?

Come on, boys. It's Anne.

Is that our girl? Don't know yet, but she's blonde, about the right age.

She was wrapped in a heavy sack tied with thick rope, found way down the

past the boathouse. If it wasn't for the low tide, they might not have found

her. Has Mrs Booth been contacted?

Yeah, but when we warned her that the body was in a bit of a bad way, she

if her ex -husband could do the ID.

He's here?

No, he's on his way from Manchester. Be here in a couple of hours.

Two hours.

Pat, I need to ask you a favour. Yeah, there's no way I can get off at four.

We've had a big development.

Can you pick up my kids for me?

Um... Pat, I'm sorry to do this on you, but it looks like we've found Cassie

Booth's body.

Oh, God.

Um, yeah, it's a bit short notice and it's impossible for me... Hang on,

the address?

How long are we going to be? No idea.

We need to be on four, right?

Well, I'll sort something out and I'll get back to you.

I've got to go. I'll call you later, OK?

Have you got a minute?

What's this about? It's important.

It might not be as cut and dried as we thought about that guy Warrington.

can we do this on the move? I've got an interview set up.

Warrington kept on asking for you. He said he would not discuss the incident

unless you were there.

He's been released pending an ID from one of the girls.

Oh, come on, you know how paranoid everyone gets. You can't just nose in on

someone else's case.

Pat, this isn't coming from me. I wouldn't dare interfere.

Don Shaw's heading the inquiry and he wants a word about this previous

Warrington was picked out for. OK, I'll talk to him. Not now.

You're not at home, are you?

You couldn't do me a huge favour, could you?

OK, come on, come on, you lot. Let's get a move on.

Gwen, how's Mrs Booth? I think she's given up over finding Cassie alive

Family A's and officers with her.

Who's bloody mobile is that?

Well, if you own that, the Black Armani is yours.

As if I could afford a bloody Black Armani.

Walker.

What?

Oh, hi. Have they ID'd the body yet?

Yeah. Nope.

Barrow called in.

Father's just arrived at the mortuary.

They're treating it as a special PM and hoping to jump the queue. OK, the body

was wrapped in a sack, secured by a strong plastic -coated rope.

We don't know how long the body's been in the water or whether she's been

sexually assaulted, for the body, from what I saw, looked pretty bloated.

Any voice recognition on that second tip -off call?

Nope, same as the first. Couldn't get a definite pattern. His voice was too

quiet and muffled.

Put your safety belts on, kiddo, or you could be arrested.

Bye -bye, Aunt Vivienne.

Bye -bye.

You're a big hit.

I really appreciate this.

You owe me one.

Looking all over for you.

Yeah, I'm just having a crafty.

Unbelievable, isn't it? A stressful job on a bloody planet.

Well, the smoke alarms have finally stopped.

Yeah, yeah.

Have surveillance come up with anything on Wilding?

Nothing concrete yet. The dose reckons he's been sniffing around the cordon

section of a bottle.

Reckons he's sussing out his next victim.

Quiet snister as well.

Yeah, I get the big boys coming over.

Check out the policy file.

They've only just got a body and they want results yesterday.

About a few sips of quality malt, eating out the palm of my hand.

At least we've got something more to go on now.

So you think we've found it?

Yeah.

It's not candy.

That might do it.

Oh, right, your daddy hasn't done a shop.

OK, well, shall we have hamburgers or pizza or fish and chips?

OK, I had the silent treatment in the car and at the station and I'm not

it in my own home.

Mummy said not to speak to you. Daddy was supposed to look after us.

Yeah, well, your dad's not like other kids' dads, is he?

I mean, his work is much more special and important.

He doesn't just look after you. He looks after lots of kids who are in trouble

or have been hurt.

Shall I call him?

Are you sure you two didn't star in the Omen?

What's going on in there?

Gov's got the big boys in.

Air Commander crime and Air Commander operations.

What do you expect me to do? We got a result, didn't we? Just not the one we

wanted. Look, I just don't feel at this stage of the investigation would require

the assistance of anyone from the outside. Look, Ross, would you go to the

canteen, get some orange and apple juice, will you? And have you got any

It's just not acceptable.

These trip -ups are not... I also think this killer wants publicity, for one.

He tipped us off when we couldn't find the clothes in the boathouse.

And two,

when the press and TV put out that we were searching miles upriver, he tips us

off again.

Tells us we're looking in the wrong place. But the anonymous caller has not

identified. As a result of these calls, you can't... Right, I'm going to have

deep pan Hawaiian with peppers, mushrooms and double cheese.

Oh, and you can't read. You can't read. You won't know what number four is.

Oh, don't give me a zany, because Richard has chosen, oh, goodness me,

chosen the spicy salami with extra cheese, the best one.

He hates salami. He never eats it.

So he can't read. He's dyslexic.

Do you want some chips, Richard?

How about a pizza with mushrooms?

I'll have pepperoni, thin crust, and a fried bun.

Do you want any milkshakes for that, or a Coke?

We've got a nice raspberry milkshake, and we also do a terrific iced chocolate

shake. Oh, yes, I want that.

And what would you like, Amy?

Hi.

I was walking past and looked in and saw you, Pat.

These two amazing people.

Are you from the land of Oz?

Can I sit here, yes?

I'm going to have a huge chilli pizza, so hot it makes your tongue throb.

Could you leave our table, please, Stephen? Because I think we'd like to be

our own. What does your daddy do?

He's a police officer.

He's a detective.

Michael Walker. And my mummy is called Lynn.

Oh, Pat, don't let me spoil your dinner.

I just needed someone to talk to.

Please, I'm so sorry.

I'll go.

I needed to speak to you.

It's an awful situation.

All a mistake.

We'll be cleared up.

I was... Well, I was scared.

No one liked the police at their home.

They took me out in front of Susan.

Luckily, the children weren't there.

Didn't witness it, but it was...

Been a bad week all round, really.

Pepperoni and a side salad for you.

And mushrooms and french fries for you.

And yours is a deep pan Hawaiian.

Raspberry or chocolate?

Chocolate, please. You'll be sick. You know Mummy doesn't like you eating sweet

things like chocolate.

Especially eggs at night. These stupid girls were lying. I wasn't even close to

them.

So why did you run away from the police and then drive off when you knew they

wanted to speak to you?

I ran towards my car. If they say I ran away from them, then they got it wrong.

They frightened the life out of me suddenly, putting on their sirens right

behind me. I thought they wanted me out of the way, some kind of emergency. So I

drove faster.

Right. Now, could you please leave our table, Mr Warrington?

Oh, that looks lovely. Now, do you want me to cut it up or can you manage,

Richard?

Now.

You've got that. What would you like? Would you like something to drink?

Orange juice.

Orange juice, please.

Orange juice for the beautiful young lady.

Princess.

You look like a princess.

Has anyone ever said that to you before?

Daddy. Daddy calls me princess.

My eldest daughter's called Charlotte. And my youngest, Lucy, my princesses.

I adore them.

Please, Pat.

Answer me.

You don't honestly, truly think that I would do anything in any way to frighten

a little girl?

No, of course not.

Goodbye, Mr. Warrington.

I get very anxious, Pat.

I have to take medication just to calm me down.

Things worry me.

Spiral out of control.

On the TV, I saw that they were trawling the river for Cassie Booth.

I bet her body won't be bloated.

Make sure they're looking in the right place.

Hit you in the juice, Sullivan.

What are you doing here?

I was coming up with a blinder profiling course at Brampton. You don't have any

fags, do you? Gov needs a fix. You can give him these.

I haven't started again, but I like to test my willpower.

Well, this place will test your patience.

Murder inquiry without a body.

I'll find one.

What the hell are you doing here?

Well, didn't you get the memo? No. You've got another bottle.

Hey,

they're going to bring in a pen pusher.

A seaman boy wonder who can apparently solve crimes by his crystal balls.

What has me?

National Crime Faculty trend. I've just done the course. Yeah?

Hey, wait.

Look.

This is the Met's latest detection strategy.

Yeah? It's a murder manual.

I'm not kidding.

It's a murder manual. Oh, my God. A murder victim.

Oh, let me check.

CCC. Crime scene. Do not touch the body.

Bloody insult!

So what if I am in deficit? A very large deficit, but shit!

I am about to be shafted.

Get it.

Get round it.

Get it right.

I know from the crime unit.

Here you go.

Yeah.

Christ. I'll be upshot next.

Batchley.

This is the missing girl, right?

Yeah.

Hey.

Did you see me on crime night?

What? No, we got a body.

We just got the wrong one.

What, you think we got a serial killer?

Nah.

It's that... missing Soho hooker.

Central area. I'm up for dealing with it. But what if they're connected?

Should they look the boat out? It is not connected.

Gov, it's vodka.

You've been on the malt. I know, big man.

I'm pouring this for you.

Hey, you know, these two pricks will have the runs with all the orange juice

they seem to prefer.

You know, I may be pissed, but a malt whiskey man would never...

Dream of touching a Russian pifter's temple.

See you in the morning.

Good night.

Jack.

Jack.

This is all you've got after how many weeks?

How come the place is so empty?

They are the heart of the house. We've had hundreds of statements.

This is an update.

Pippin, you up, am I?

I don't need sleep. I'm an athlete.

Yeah, well, Walker's not. He was well away.

Oh, shit, he's not driving, is he?

No, he's getting lit in the squad car.

Just relax.

Enjoy another slug of the Russian Puffer's tipple.

I think Walker thought I was joking.

I've done the course, you know.

You ask me anything, it's all up here.

I'm a highly trained, perfectly tuned criminal profiler.

I couldn't get away.

I wanted to.

Hey.

You won't tell your mom, will you?

I know I haven't been around as much as I should have, but... Hey.

I know.

I used to kiss you goodnight.

No matter what time I came in.

I never missed.

Sometimes when I come home now,

I miss that.

I miss it a lot.

I love you both very much. You know that, don't you?

And I'll always be there for you.

Because I'm your daddy and don't you forget it.

Good

night,

Daddy.

You've been on scotch.

Good night, Princess.

They adore you.

You are Wonder Woman.

I don't know what I would have done without you.

Oh, I've been dreaming of this.

I am knackered.

Totally wiped out.

How proud I've had a day I never hope to repeat.

Now, for a few minutes, I thought we maybe had a serial nutter.

The body we found was a girl just the same age as Cassie Booth.

Then I had a visit from a couple of area commanders.

Apparently I'm too hands -on.

They want me to step back.

There are hardly any deacon cops left in a mitt.

New management are only interested in nodding dogs who don't get their hands

dirty.

It makes me sick.

Oh.

But I appreciate you looking after my kid.

Mike, it would be a bit freaky, but I'm probably wrong.

It would be too coincidental.

You know what you're always saying about trusting your instinct, your gut

feeling?

There's this guy I've been dealing with, Stephen Warrington,

the one that left the wine.

Mike? Mike, you asleep?

I bet her body won't be bloated, but crawling with maggots.

Are you sure they're looking in the right place?

Yeah. You do realise I've been off duty for an hour and 15 minutes.

Right, well, if you want cut -price wine, he's your man.

However, Warrington's wine company isn't owned by him at all.

In fact, he's really just a glorified sales rep.

But he is their numero uno.

Did you talk to anyone about the vehicle?

Yeah, I did.

Salesman, he's a rental company.

Warrington leases a green Volvo estate.

Look, I don't know what you're after, but, um...

A few weeks back, he had some problems with his air conditioning.

And, uh... Does this still interest you?

Yeah.

I rented him another vehicle. It was, um... Here we go. A 1998 maroon...

I'm right, aren't I?

It was a Mondeo.

Hi.

Don, did you get in last night?

Told you.

I had to go to a dinner with Adrian Ripley.

Business.

Yeah, they called the police.

Police? What on earth for?

Well, Peggy's still missing.

I phoned the RSPCA, but Anthony, Jim Russell's brought in.

I'd like to anyway.

We're with ferretines, we're everything.

Stephen?

Where are you going?

None of your business.

God, I wasn't going to tell you.

They're making me do an ID parade.

It's appalling the way they're harassing me.

Terrible. Darling, I'll come with you.

No, you've no need to.

But I want to.

But you'll never be able to identify me.

Well, just do it one more time, Laura. Now, you remember your dolly, don't you?

You described her to me. Do you remember?

Yes. So I want you to walk slowly along there and see if she's among the other

dolls. Now, you have a really good look, and then if you see her... Tippi.

Yes, if you see Tippi, you tell me the number she's in front of. Pick her out

for me, all right?

Good girl.

So, you know what to do now, don't you, Laura?

Yes. If you see the same man, just let me know what number you think he's

sitting in front of.

OK? OK.

You ready? Yeah.

Oh, hi.

What are you doing here?

Well, I've got an idea in a bit, but I was actually curious to know how

Warrington's panned out.

She didn't pick him out.

Didn't she?

She's seven.

I wouldn't have been certain. I mean, come on.

At the time, she was terrified.

Anyway, I've got to go.

Sure.

Hi, Pat.

No case.

Innocent. She couldn't pick me out, this little bitch.

I shouldn't have waited that time.

I fooled them all again, didn't I?

I could get away with murder.

Darling, I told you this was a big misunderstanding.

Stay away from me. Don't touch me, Stephen.

Stay away from me.

You disgust me.

In my opinion, Wilding's in what is known as precursory mode.

which means he's hanging about places where there are children, observing

building up a fantasy which will eventually become so... vivid, he

out. Maybe. Maybe not.

Cassie Booth was 15, hardly a child.

Yeah, but she was very small for her age.

OK. What do you suggest we do? At this stage, I suggest you keep an open mind.

We don't want you getting tunnel vision, do we?

He's not a registered offender, so there's not much we can do except

stick to him like glue.

And try to figure out what he's going to do next.

Okay, let's get down to it.

Hi.

Hi, Satch. Hi.

What's happened?

Ah, nothing serious. It's just I wouldn't mind a quick word.

Yeah, sure.

I put a lot of what he said down to his illness. He's cyclothymic.

What? It means he has violent mood swings if he doesn't take the proper

medication. Look, first...

I get sent to appease him as a persistent complainer.

Next thing I know, he's found out where we live.

He's sent over that case of wine.

Then he gets arrested twice within ten days on indecent exposure charges, gets

sent to the station, demands to speak to me.

Now, even though I refuse, he obviously still sees me as some sort of ally.

Last night, I'm taking Richard and Amy out for a pizza.

Followed this to the restaurant.

Scares the living daylights out of me.

But what I find just too weird is that he keeps going on about Cassie Booth.

You say he was there driving the Maroon Mondeo up and away last week, yeah?

Yeah, correct.

It's back with the rental company now. It's being used by Tony Levine. See if

the address is in there somewhere. There it is. Yeah.

Thanks.

I'll see you later.

Oh, OK.

Look, if you're pissed off about me coming here, I'm sorry. I thought it

be important.

It is.

It's just hard to reconcile being hauled over the coast by the top brass while

you kept all this from me.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have another suspect. His name is Stephen Warrington.

He leased a maroon one day during the time that Cassie Booth was abducted and

presently being driven by a Tony Levine.

Gwen, Ross, get over there.

Bit of a mess.

Wife's been using it to take the kids around.

Think this is blood

Would I please tell again what exactly I did on the morning Cassie Booth went

missing?

I drove my daughters to the local swimming pool on Barnes Lane.

That was seven -ish.

I remained there for about an hour.

I spoke at length to their swimming instructor, Don Clark, I think his name

Then I returned home at about eight o 'clock and had coffee with my wife, as

first appointment was not until eleven.

Ah, yes.

This is something new.

Gosh, very interesting.

I suppose the reason for you asking me to repeat myself.

Because I now remember something else that might be helpful.

Good. What would that be?

I tried to fix the espresso maker.

I fancied a strong coffee.

It hadn't been working for a while, so I took it apart.

In fact, it made me a few minutes late for my meeting with Adrian Ripley.

Ripley Wine Merchants.

Established 1896.

Oxshot. Who can verify these times?

My wife, obviously.

I do apologise again for not contacting you about the car.

Obviously... I now realise how important it is to eliminate it from your

inquiry.

That said, I think your abusive behaviour and unreasonable display of

my home were totally unnecessary.

Mr Warrington, there has been extensive media coverage of this case. You can

hardly have been unaware of the importance to be placed on tracing the

My poor wife was beside herself.

Not to mention the gossip I'll be forced to endure from my neighbours.

If you were that concerned about your image in the community, would it not

made much more sense to have contacted us immediately regarding your car? I can

see no reason why I'm being kept here.

Unless you're intent on persecuting me, because you're privy to facts relating

to my private life.

Facts that I can only assume Pat North has relayed to you. Well, for your

information, no charges were brought against me, and neither case will ever

to trial.

One moment.

Stephen.