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Write him round.

He admitted to having sex with Angela Dutton, did he not tell you that in the

private chat you had with him?

Yeah, I suppose you know that Martin Wilkes has an alibi for Angela Dutton's

murder. So even when you're running around playing Miss Bloody Marple, read

the frame.

Morning. Morning.

Well, you've verified that Martin Wilkes' fingerprints were present, as

his DNA.

The test results should be through later today.

Victim's boyfriend's DNA matched to the sheets.

From the ID down, we've got saliva mixed with blood.

This often happens with suffocation, nosebleed.

So from these two samples, we've proved without doubt that your victim, Angela

Dutton, was Susan Del Rey's daughter.

Now we get to the unsavoury bit.

We remove two pubic hairs from Del Rey's douche.

Whoever left them in her vagina, when she douched, they got lost in the tube.

We took a DNA sample, and it matches semen from Angela Dutton's pillow.

Oh, the same man?

Yes.

The unsavory factor is, he was your victim's father.

Oh, there's your motive.

I was just going to call you, sir.

No, we have a result.

Very possibly in both cases.

Yes.

Yes, sir.

Sir,

I don't think you're going to like what I have to tell you.

The, uh... Yes, yes, the suspect was the same in the Susan Delray case.

Come on, Colonel!

It's Martin Wilkes.

They want me to bring in Martin Wells.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Where is wife and kids?

Thank you.

Yeah, we need an ambulance to 27... We got

the DNA result.

We lost our motor.

Martin Wilkes was not Angela Dutton's father.

Yes, sir.

It was about five minutes ago.

No, the local police are on their way here now. Okay.

Later.

You're Detective Chief Superintendent Walker? Yes, sir. This is DCI Connor.

Not your business.

Thank you. You know how we came to be the three suspects.

No.

Susan Del Rey was caught doing a sex act in her car by a young, wet -behind -the

-ears Constable Martin Wilkes. You all seem to think this perverse voyeurism is

something new.

The way it works, my dear, is this.

A couple drive to a secluded location.

Things get steamy inside the vehicle. A group gathers to watch. Of course,

nowadays you'd have a website.

I'm sorry.

The gent in the car was none other than a very young Jonathan Southwood.

We have no record of this. His daddy hired me.

Young lawyer, eager to get ahead.

No case.

But we all became embroiled with Miss Delray. She was a minx. She was also

murdered. As I'm aware of that, I'm simply explaining to you how three young

found Miss Delray irresistible.

I was questioned at the time of her murder and released.

It was very embarrassing.

But she was a very delectable lady.

That is all I can tell you. Did you know Angela Dutton?

No, I did not.

She was Susan Del Rey's daughter. I have had no interaction with Miss Del Rey's

daughter whatsoever.

She worked in a club called Plato's.

Really? Accused for the sexually perverse. It appears to me that you are

fishing. You have no suspect and nothing incriminating involving the place.

Sir, as you know, if I wish to get access to the membership list, I can't

warrant. I believe there have been certain allegations made against you

involving substantial sums of money that went astray.

Sir, could you tell me where you were on the 15th of March of this year?

I was in court, as usual, from 9 to 5 .30. In fact, it was a case that

the presence of poor Martin Wilkes.

I'm sorry to have to ask you this, sir, but we all require a swab for DNA

elimination. Done.

I was at the lab, 7 .30, yesterday morning.

Bloody knew I was.

I'd love to know. He's found out all that shit about me. I've never touched

money. He's had a DNA test and he's got an alibi.

Yeah, which conveniently includes Martin Wolf. I am telling you, those three

stayed in touch. And one of them is the killer. And all three have got an alibi.

Oh, come on, Walker. You can leave a courtroom and come back.

Not the judge.

Okay, everybody, gather round. Lisa, hold that door. Steve, that one. No one

or out. Kevin, hit the lights, please.

Right, I'm only going to say this once, and once only.

Press embargo.

This is ex -Chief Inspector Ken Latham. He led up the inquiry on the Susan Del

Rey case.

Susan Del Rey's body was very decomposed.

She had restraint marks to her wrists and her ankles.

The family didn't seem to know much. The sister mentioned that a couple of times

Susan had appeared with various bruises.

We had four hospital reports of her being taken into St.

Stephen's Casualty for various beatings. Arm broken, twisted bowel, collapsed

lung. Del Rey never pressed any charges.

Boyfriend's obviously paying for the damage. Del Rey owed rent, owed money

over the place. I thought maybe she'd tried blackmail. Any proof?

No, zero bank account. She was broke.

With three classic suspects,

Police officer, a lawyer, and a guy with a couple of million round his neck.

Who'd you put in the frame?

Jonathan Southwood.

Body jumped off the M25.

Six weeks dead.

No witness.

Hot spell, summer of 1990.

Stench was horrific.

Whatever had happened the night she died was... I went through all the letters,

the scrapbook, and then the items from her box. I did check it with a Norman

Goldstone. Gladstone.

Sorry, he sort of verified it. It might mean nothing, but... Well,

listing the Susan Dowry boxes are blue -eyed down, red shoe, dog collar, and

then there's the case file, and the things removed from her muse. Yeah,

yeah, I checked it all. It was fine.

Five glossy fashion magazines.

Yeah, so what?

It's just, well, three are missing.

They only have two, so three may have been taken.

OK, get over it, too, Colin. I remember seeing a stack of magazines on that

coffee table where we found the scrapbook.

Anna, have your attention, please.

Thank you.

Yeah, listen up, everybody.

Susan Delray's daughter, Angela Dutton, and we don't know whether she was in too

rough sex or not, but we have the same restraint marks on the ankles and

Second thing is...

Angela Dutton's head wound was inflicted before she was chucked off the balcony.

Her boyfriend, Colin Thorpe, runs the club Plato's where she worked.

We also know that Martin Wilkes was having sex with Angela Dutton. Oh, that

place would throw them in like a magnet.

Yeah, now, guys, this place is not just about, you know, a kinky dress. It's

about control.

You'll have members, excuse the pun, but men wanting compliance action as well

as the opposite, and this club supplies it. Ah, that's their sales pitch, is it?

They won't have to advertise these sexual perversions. They draw in very

-powered, successful men and women.

They're like a contact grapevine for each other. It's a safe house, a safe

place. And the women employed to act out these fantasies are tough and mean.

They know exactly what they're required to do.

Everything is geared to up the fantasy of restrained sex.

And the security and protection of the clients will be the biggest incentive

this club to attract the real sickos.

Getting in won't be easy. We'll get a warrant. We'll get into Plato. You mind

telling you something here? You've got a judge, an MP, OK, the guy from Clubs

and Vices, Ed, but they'll still know before you do what your intentions are.

But I have been told very few have actual sex.

Penetration is not what this club is about.

These clubs are about fantasy.

About pain, humiliation, cruelty, not violence.

The whips don't break the skin.

The chains don't cut into the wrist.

It's what goes on up here.

What about a leather mask that zips across the mouth?

Restraint.

Some hoods don't have any eye holes.

Darkness.

Wearer can't speak unless the zip is drawn back.

Can't lick.

Understand?

Ex -chief inspector Latham running the show now, is he? I presume you two

discussed all that down the pub.

Yeah, some of it.

Tell me what you get on your high horse about.

Two Mick's should get along.

Don't you ever call me Mick.

Okay.

You know, the fact that they had sex with Angela doesn't necessarily mean

they killed her. I mean, the fact that we have semen stains doesn't necessarily

mean they were deposited on the day that she died. You know, we need more.

Who paid in the 50 ,000 to her bank account? It was cash. Now, Southwood's

millions. But if Angela was hitting on Southwood for the money, I mean, it

doesn't mean that he tossed her off the balcony or that he's got anything to do

with your bloody club.

No, we've got to set up an undercover operation. It's the only way.

What? Colin Thorpe's got an alibi.

Sorry.

Your closet.

Oh, yeah.

I've got to go and see one of the girls from the club.

Interview her for information.

Satch, Satch.

Hey.

What girl?

I don't know.

Um, she was there when we interviewed Colin Thorpe.

What do you mean, like a hostess or something?

No, I think she works in the restaurant or something.

I suppose that's where he got his no actual sex penetration from.

What are you so uptight for? Listen, Satch, um, we have a double murder

going on here, and he is busy getting his rocks off. Otherwise, there'd be

someone with him.

Well, Sheen, my instructions are to organise an undercover at the...

Sorry, excuse me.

I don't mean to be rude, but if you don't agree with what Mike's doing, why

don't you discuss it with him?

It's not personal. I need to ask you a few questions.

What about?

Angela Dutton.

I've told you I didn't really know her.

Well, I can do it here, or I can do it in the station.

There's no need to be like this.

Come in.

I've had a really awful day with Nico.

He's driving me crazy.

Help yourself.

Well, maybe you'd come around the earring.

I don't think they're around you.

Aston Martin.

A very nice car.

There's some magazines.

Yeah, I checked them out.

They may still be in the rubbish.

It's over there.

You sure about the earring?

Yeah. Angela wasn't really into fake earrings.

Well, not since we got together.

So when's he coming back?

All right, well, listen, I'll try and speak to him.

Walker seems to rate it.

Your opinion, that is.

For what it's worth.

What's your problem?

I don't have one.

Walker does.

Jonathan Southwood pays a fortune into the prison services.

His daddy donated millions to the Police Federation's rehabilitation hospital.

I had the big brass crushing my balls.

Now you've reopened my case. Who do you think's putting the pressure on Walker?

The same people who put pressure on you.

She didn't deserve to end up the way she did. With a pet dog lying beside her

with its throat slanted.

Do you keep all your old case files or just don't raise?

Try this one, sweetheart.

Thirty years' experience.

And they kick me out because of discrepancies on the expense sheets. And

do the same to Walker.

He charges into that sass pit of a club.

He'll not see his pension.

And he could take you down with him.

Oh, I stink for booze.

It's coffee with a little brandy.

Bingo.

Nico was perfectly fine until he was about three and a half, talking and

laughing.

And then he had this fever -like illness.

But now, it took me two hours yesterday to put his shoes on. Two hours!

Because he had to have his ladies matching.

He wouldn't wear velcro.

Yeah, he's a bit of a handful, you know. Oh, that's to put it mildly.

Here. I don't know what to do.

I can't really handle him.

Does your husband help financially?

No.

Working in a club gives me daytime with him, but it's catch -22.

I still have to get someone to mind the mean ones.

Not tonight.

It's my night off.

Yes, well, if it could.

Uh -huh.

ASAP. Okay. We'd appreciate that.

Okay.

Okay, bye.

Yeah, bye.

I thought there were some photoshoots of Del Rey in here. Did you find any yet?

No. He speaks French quite well.

Someone called when I was there. I only did German at school, so I couldn't pick

up what he was saying.

He also mentioned the paste earring that was found in the shag pile, which is

pretty ironic considering she managed to shag everything on two legs.

He didn't think it was hers. He said she wasn't into fake diamonds.

Do you have kids?

Yeah, two of them. They're with my wife.

Typical. No, it's not typical. I provide for them and I see them as often as I

can.

And how often is often?

Sorry.

None of my business.

Sweetheart, there's nothing I would like better.

I had to spend some time with you.

Oh, I've got a photo shoot.

You good on this?

Ditto, photo shoot.

Publicity for the black mask.

I've got a ring, platform boots, and what looks like poodle fur around her

Which is pretty incongruous, seeing as how a poodle's throat was cut.

Some place, very plush.

Yeah, it's still in Southwoods.

Take a look at that.

How'd you find it? Photo of Elizabethan beds, tapestry.

No, no, no, bottom of the picture.

Carved pillow, headboard?

No, no.

Flash, flash.

Head to the lab. I'm only going to blow off of that picture. Look, Carl

Westcott, I'm having a nightmare getting a go -ahead for this on the cover. That

cover's got connections.

Hey, go, look.

What? Blue -eyed or dead?

Satch.

Look, I've got work to do. I need some information about Cornerthorpe.

I can wait for a while.

Tell me about Angela.

There is nothing to tell.

She worked at a club.

There are lots of Angelas.

Yeah, but she moved in because she was Carla Thorpe's girlfriend.

What happened? She moved in with him.

A recent one.

Calling goes through them, darling.

Yeah. Had she quit working?

Angela.

She never quit working, as you put it.

She was always after the main terms.

You didn't like her.

I never said that.

Hey. What I've said is that I didn't really know her. Remember?

How long had she worked at the club?

Maybe ten months.

Ten months?

Yeah, but she'd been living with... Oh, shit.

Colin Thorpe for at least six months. She doesn't let the grass grow under her

feet, does she?

Oh, no, she was younger than... I mean, Colin often moved the girl.

And then when he got tired of them, they went back to work.

So she wasn't working at the club?

Well, sometimes.

She may have kept her regulars. I don't know.

Regulars? Like clients she had sex with. Well, listen, I don't ask questions,

okay? Hey, but I do, and I need some answers, babes.

Now, you told me that Colin Thorpe wasn't there when you started working.

time was that?

Well, he may have been. I don't know. I didn't see him. I went straight to the

restaurant. I've told you that. Mike is going to go apeshit about this.

Well, if he doesn't answer his mobile, screw him.

This is it.

And that's him, Jonathan Southwood.

I'm DCI Connor, this is DS Thatcher.

What's this about?

I don't know if you're aware of an inquiry into the death of a girl named

Dutton.

No, I can't say that I am.

Do you know Angela Dutton? No, I don't.

Where were you, if you don't mind me asking, on the 15th of March of this

15th March offhand?

It was, what, a week ago?

Yeah. I was in the south of France.

I'll need verification on that, please. Won't be difficult now, Squire.

Oh, the day Angela Dutton died.

Well, I'll have my secretary call and give you the details.

She was Susan Del Rey's daughter.

And the connection?

Well, you were questioned in regard to Miss Del Rey's death back in 1990.

Yes.

Yes, I was.

Because of the two deaths, we've had to reopen the murder inquiry into Susan Del

Rey's case.

You're sure you didn't know Angela Dutton?

Absolutely.

Mrs. Thathwood, could I see your bedrooms, please?

The bedroom I'm interested in has a four -poster in it. It was used in a photo

shoot.

Yes, well, we don't actually do tours.

It featured Susan Del Rey.

Yes, I used to hide a pile out for commercials in the old photo shoot.

Is that how you met her?

Sorry? Susan Del Rey.

Yes, yes, it was.

I'm sorry, darling.

I didn't know you had come to me.

I won't join you, sweetheart.

This is... I'm so sorry.

DCI Roisin Connor, this is DF Thatchell.

There's nothing wrong, is there? No, no, no, no. This shouldn't take long.

Just discussing security.

We're going to need a swab for DNA testing just to eliminate you in any

connection to Angela Dutton's murder. I've told you I didn't know Angela

Ah, but you knew Susan Del Rey.

I want to call my solicitor.

And until I've spoken to him, I don't think it's prudent to answer any more

questions.

Mr. Southwood, I would appreciate it if you would voluntarily accompany me to

Hoxton Police Station.

Connor! What the bloody... How do you think you're doing?

I put the world and his dumb mother under me. I am working on an undercover

operation. You've never answered any of your calls, Walker. And you know what? I

don't give a shit what you think, because I've got new evidence.

Really? What bloody new evidence?

Take a look.

The eiderdown wrapped around Susan Del Rey's body came from the south of the

States.

Southwood Solicitor.

It's Alec Clamerton.

At this point, we're simply questioning your client in regard to the murder of

Susan Del Rey. I was questioned 14 years ago.

I was released without charges.

With regard to Angela Dutton, I've made it perfectly clear that I was out of the

country at the time of her death. Well, we will nevertheless require a DNA swab

for elimination.

But my client has denied knowing her. I would say that this is nothing short of

harassment. It may seem that way to you, Mr Somerton, but due to these

circumstances, we have no option but to reopen Susan Delray's case alongside

that of Angela Dutton.

Mr Southwood.

Did Angela Dutton ever attempt to contact you? I have just stated that I

of the country. Yes, I'm well aware that you have just stated.

But if Miss Dutton did call you, we will have the number recorded. We can access

your telephone records.

Do you agree to this, John?

I can agree.

But you won't be given access to some of my personal records without government

clearance.

They're highly confidential.

Well, we'll also be seeking authority to gain access to your bank accounts.

What on earth for?

In order to determine whether your client withdrew a substantial amount of

in the past two weeks. I withdraw substantial amounts of money frequently.

Most recently, when my family went to the south of France. My client has

willingly answered your questions, and we now have nothing further to say on

matter. He did not know Angela Duck.

Sorry, excuse me.

You might find this quite distressing, but we have recently found out that

Angela was having a sexual relationship with her own father.

Now, we can, of course, presume that the man in question was unaware of his

paternity. But Susan Del Rey never disclosed who the father of Angela was.

You move too fast.

What about accessing his bank records? Oh, yeah, and find out how much he

donated to the Peace Federation last year. Jesus Christ, you bloody one

me in it.

Angela Dutton used a pay -as -you -go mobile, changed it every other week, so

will have no record of her private calls or negotiations.

How do you know?

Oh, all the girls have them. Just a little bit of information I picked up

Mila Raskovic.

Angela Dutton would not be screwing other men while calling them on her

boyfriend's landline, much less likely if she was trying to hand up blackmail.

And one other thing.

If there was anything incriminating at Southwoods, thanks to you, it won't be

there now.

Look, Mike, I'm sorry I jumped the gun.

Oh, really?

And as far as me getting my rocks off with Mila Raskovic, at the moment she is

our only entry into that club because we are being stonewalled.

Good night.

Bye.

One more time about me and Mila Raskovic.

She said nothing to her, honest. She's jumping to conclusions.

I don't know, Satch.

I haven't felt like this before.

Police brought in Jonathan Southwood.

Is that why you're so edgy?

Afraid Mr Respectability's going to get caught with his pants down? Don't try to

be clever with me, Colin. Not now, not ever.

Halfwood was tipped off they were getting a warrant to access your

list. They have the membership list, Alex.

They don't mean shit.

But if they come into the building, they're going to freak out the customers

that's it, yeah?

I don't want them in here, Alex.

So do whatever you need to do to keep them out. Because that's what I pay you

for, to go in here.

My contract worked for Plato's up until nine months ago when she was fired for

filching clients, or slaves as she calls them, and doing...

private sessions in her own makeshift dungeon.

Joseph said that Colin Thorpe always initiated the new girls and that Angela

Dutton was a pride.

Hang on.

Satch said he was really cut up at the hospital about the suicide.

But then later on he was seemingly unconcerned about the possibility she

entertaining clients back at the bar. Unless he found out she was doing

what my contact got fired for and in his own flat. Oh, come on. Colin Thorpe has

got an alibi. And you believe it? Yeah. He's one hell of a player.

His open clubs had them burnt down. Never been good for so much as a parking

ticket. He's better educated than the lot of us put together. Where the hell

you getting all this stuff, Ken? My contact.

She told me he went to either Eton or Harrow, and this could be legit or not,

but apparently his mother ran a high -class whorehouse in the south of

When he found out how his school fees were being paid, he went berserk, cut

loose from the toffs.

By all accounts, she was a real tough woman and left him a fortune when she

died. Probably taught him all he knows.

Such.

Have we got an update on Plato's?

No. Thumbs down.

Now, why are we going to get entry to that club?

You've got very powerful string pullers. You think Judge Saxon and Southwood

won't cover their arses in case you get another profumo scandal?

Yeah, but look, Colin Thorpe's alibi doesn't hold.

And Milo Raskin said he wasn't even there. You'll never get access to his

membership list. Oh, come on.

Colin Thorpe did not kill Susan Del Rey. You were in short trousers at the time.

As I told you, we've got two killers.

OK, so we've got two killers. We've got one for Angela Dutton, and if we strike

lucky, we're going to get one for Susan Del Rey. What's the problem?

I'm going to get another round. Same again? Yeah, have a whisky. I'm fine.

Hey, can I get two whisky chaser?

No, Simon.

They're going to need to replace Angela Dutton at Plato's.

The super bitch over there has got a real mean streak in her.

I'm calling Thorpe as a male.

Hey, think your power would help us out, Kent?

It'll cost you.

This is a little sideline of mine.

I've got a friend who hand -makes all this rubber gear.

Mind you, it costs a bundle.

Feel it.

That rubber's the fluff of the condom.

So how long have you known Ken Latham?

Don't really know him at all.

Sad bloke, isn't he?

Well, he's always looked after me.

Did you know Angela Dutton? Not recently.

We worked a massage parlour years back.

Greedy bitch.

If I get you an introduction into Plato's, you've got to look out for me.

Any shit comes down, you're on camera.

Try this for five.

What's going on?

She's having a post -itory.

I think she'll be a while.

There's been a full risk of press routes. I know that. I've gone in so

Well, I often, but I've already met client four. You know, I quite fancy

squeezing into a bit of them.

Joe.

Right. When you're changing to your kit, just make sure that you don't

disconnect this wire.

Okay. Okay.

Oh, shit. You give the code word, we're in luck this time.

I think you took away my day.

Good evening. I'm Detective Chief Superintendent Mike Walker. There's a

detective constable, Lisa West.

What do you want?

Do you mind me asking how long you've been married?

Ten years.

Okay.

Now, this bed.

Have you ever used or seen another bedcrawler either down in this suite?

ask what this is about?

Mrs. Thathwood, I'm terribly sorry, but I do have to ask... Look, we hardly ever

use this room.

Is there anyone else we could ask?

There's the old housekeeper. She lives in the village.

What is this about?

I'd like you to look at a photograph, Lisa.

And tell me if you recognise the girl in it.

Why are you here?

Just look at the photograph, please, Mrs. Thathwood.

Is this about her?

What is she?

Prostitute.

Is she a prostitute?

You're early.

Yes, I'm sorry. Who recommended you?

Barbara. Barbara Brentwood.

I'm due to see... Colm Thorpe.

Right.

It's quite a place you have here.

Yes.

You worked here long?

I just managed the restaurant.

Where are you going?

She's in government.

Emily?

Emily? You bastard.

You told me. What are you talking about? You promised me in France that you'd

change. That you're not going to change. Leave me alone. Don't touch me.

Don't dance. It's over.

I'm leaving you.

Please, don't. You know what? I don't even care who knows what kind of a man

are. Do you excuse me?

Your wife recognised Angela Dutton, Mr Southwood.

You stated you had never met Angela Dutton.

Your wife identified a photograph.

Would you like to start again, Mr Southwood?

Mr. Southwood, would you take a look at this photograph?

When did you last see her?

Mr. Southwood, the blue eye had it down that Susan Del Rey's body was found

wrapped inside... I have no comment to make until my solicitor's present.

Take your jacket off.

Name?

Roisin.

Good name.

Nice Irish accent.

Worked for the Halcyon Agency, right?

Yes, I did. No, thank you. Drink it.

Very attractive.

Nice firm breasts.

Child -bearing hips.

Excellent.

Ice -cold eyes.

Look at me.

You don't like sex, do you?

You've got me all sewn up.

I find you very attractive.

Yeah? I need to speak to you. Not now, Mila.

Nick has fallen and hurt his head. He's in outpatients. I cannot go, Colin.

Okay, go.

But just get straight back, because I need you here, Mila.

I just need a job.

Well, you better be as good as Barbara says you are.

I'm good.

She's doing the business all right, isn't she?

Barbara didn't like me being on her patch, if you know what I mean. She said

could earn more money with you.

So tell me, how much?

First, I just need to see how good you are.

You have some very important clients.

Mr. Thorpe, either you want to hire me or you don't. What does that mean

exactly?

What's she doing?

Very mean.

We know that for the photo shoot of Mr. Southwood, they didn't supply the blue

-eyed man.

Yet here it is, very clearly seen in the corner of the photograph.

Did it belong to you?

No comment.

Do you know a Mrs. Deirdre Bilks?

Housekeeper who worked for your family.

She identified the blue -eyed Adonis having come from your house.

Before being shown the item, she was able to describe in great detail the

tassels, the so -called edgings.

Yeah, I... I don't remember it.

If you look at these photographs, Mr Scythe, you might just jog in them.

Jonathan, I would advise you not to say anything more at this time.

Like doing private clients.

Was that what Angela was doing?

What section are you on? I'm not sure, actually. I presume the restaurant is

that. That's where Mila worked.

I thought she told you.

Oh, well, then that's her menu over there.

We wet the dungeon together.

Can we now discuss Angela Dutton?

Mr Southwood would help you if you tell us everything you know.

She said she had something she wanted to show me.

I went round to her flat in Hoxton.

You had sex with her?

Mr Southwood, would you please answer the question? Did you have sex with her?

Yes.

On four or five occasions.

One weekend, she turned up at my home.

She knew I was away for a conference.

And... she confronted my wife.

You may find it hard to believe, but I love my wife.

I do. She told Emily we were

lovers.

She did it because she wanted more money. She wanted a million pounds cash.

Did you kill Angela Dutton? No, I didn't.

I agreed.

I agreed to pay her in installments. I gave her £50 ,000 cash and agreed

that further payments would be paid to her bank when I got back.

Did she show you what she had discovered?

No. So she never showed you the photograph of her mother on the blue

adorn?

Suspect shook his head.

Why did you agree to keep on paying her this hell of a lot of money?

She'd taken the condom I'd used with her and had my DNA tested.

So she knew you were her biological father? Yes.

Did you continue to have sex with her when you knew she was your daughter?

purposes of the tape.

Suspect nodded his head.

Oh, you know, it depended on the client. 500 for dinner and the rest was

negotiable. Friend of Angela's, are you?

No, Barbara Brentwood.

Do you know her?

No.

Excuse me.

You want to know about that rat cow, Angela?

I tell you something, she taught me how to give gold in the shower.

She said you've got to tank up with gallons of water. Go on, Andy, go piss

water.

So, tell me, did Angela ever at any time suggest to you that she might possibly

be blackmailing someone else?

No. Mr Southwood, someone cracked her skull.

It would help your case and us if you tell us everything you know. Did Angela

any time ever suggest that she was being frightened or frightened?

No. Are you sure?

What? Someone called while I was there, but she didn't seem scared, just angry.

Did she tell you what his name was? It was a woman, ex -girlfriend of this man

she was living with. Did you get a name?

No, just that she'd made calls before and was following around.

What, do you mean like stalking her?

I suppose so.

But Angela, she wasn't scared.

She was angry, told her that I didn't get a life.

OK, could this woman have worked with her at the club?

Mr Sutherwood, this is really, really important. What has this got to do with

your inquiry, DPS Walker?

OK, take me back, take me back, Mr Sutherwood. Tell me... Take me back to

last time you were with Angela.

She said... Angela said she...

invited around to the flat. Who?

This woman. From the club?

I don't know.

What the hell has this got to do with your inquiry?

This means that that was the day before you went to the south of France,

correct? And you left on the 14th of March? No.

That means this woman could possibly have been in the flat on the day the

handler died.

Go away.

Why all the interest in a little friend, Angela?

I like

her.

I think.

Don't you? Now, Cassandra.

You see?

You've got him all tied up, haven't you?

Just waiting for him.

For him.

Come on, babe, get your gear on.

I want you to check up on Mila. She is... Mila Raskovic. She left earlier.

I'll call Walker. He knows where she lives.

You said you were very close.

Maybe I looked out for her.

She was in with some sick stuff.

Colin didn't mind?

He didn't know.

Like I said, it's a bunch of care.

Right.

In you go.

You didn't think I was going to let you loose on a real client before checking

you out?

Did you do this with all the girls?

Are you sure they know what they're doing? Yeah.

Oh, God.

You make me sick.

Do I?

What, are you telling me that this doesn't turn you on a little bit?

No.

Something we can do.

Show me.

Enjoy it.

Yeah.

That's good.

Never let Klein touch you. But you've got to come up with some better dialogue

than you make it fit, all right? How about you're a twisted, warped, pathetic

little boy?

Very good, very good, very good. But you've just got to take... the hysteria

of your voice.

He's all about control.

He's a shell.

Keep it low. It's much more threatening.

You've got it in you.

Don't touch me.

What's going on in there?

Careful with the contact. Don't ever touch me.

You want to play?

Oh, good.

Well, tell me what to do.

What do you want me to do?

You don't know what you need to do. I want you to unlock that door, get

down here and let me out. Do you understand?

Do you understand me?

I can't. I'm your prisoner. You're in control.

You're OK?

Yeah, the baby, she's fine. The hospital said you're fine.

I don't dare you.

You're a sweet woman like that.

Get up there now. Move it.

Good.

That's good. Is that good?

Is that good?

You've never experienced sexual gratification before, and given you are

time.

You enjoying that, are you?

Please, let me out of the door.

Door's open.

You can go anytime you want.

You're good.

Very good.

Where have you been?

How come I've never seen you before?

Because that was your first time.

Barbara was bullshit, wasn't she?

Look, stay with me.

Mila?

Is Mila here?

Could you just wait a minute? I'll just...

Hello, wee man.

Where's your mummy?

Is she hiding upstairs?

Will you and me go and have a look for her?

Come on.

She must have gone back to the club with Mr... You recognise this?

It matches the one found in the carpet calling Thorpe Splat.

We need to talk.

Listen. No, I can't do this.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that Barbara lied to me about you. It's

okay. I don't want to do this!

Listen!

It doesn't matter.

I need someone with your class.

Or else I'll have to get freaked out.

If there's any consternation, sometimes I sicken myself.

And I don't make this offer to all the bitches here.

But you like healing out the pain.

And that means you're worth a lot more.

You're a hidden treasure.

Like a type of oyster.

What's going on?

What's he saying?

He knows.

He knows. I'm pulling it. I'm pulling it. I'm pulling it.

I'm in this place.

I have to do all the work around here.

All the clearing up.

That blonde, she's only a fucking cop.

Tell me something I don't know.

Get the Crown Prince up first and do your job.

Mila!

Mila! Mila, do you know who Angela was dating? I think she was trying to

blackmail one of her clients.

I wouldn't be surprised if anything should happen.

Mila, Mila, I need you to talk to me.

I need you to answer my questions.

Mila, listen, I know. I know that you lied about Angela. And I know that you

lied about her and you're working alone. I know. I saw you with him.

Move on.

Mila.

Mila.

Mila, come on. Tell me.

Mila.

Come on, Mila. Don't do this. Don't do this. I'm a police officer. Mila, come

on.

No, me neither. No, me neither.

Check out these two.

Heidi, with me.

Where is she?

Blonde, Mila?

I have to take it to Andre. Forget about it, Captain. Those two bitches you

hired.

Too nice.

You know, you know you treat me no better.

Who do you think has been cleaning the place, Colin?

Colin, not yours!

Help me get on the floor!

What can I do?

Sit him down.

Jesus Christ.

Is she still alive?

Shit. Control, require urgent assistance.

Get LAS, DCI Connor down.

Repeat, DCI Connor down.

Don't try and talk.

It's okay.

You're going to be fine.

I'll come and see you. You take care.

She's going to be all right, isn't she?

Yeah, I'll leave her for that.

Miss Raskovich, do you understand the seriousness of the allegations?

Yes.

You have been arrested for the murder of Angela Dutton and the attempted murder

of Detective Chief Inspector Roisin Connor.

Do you have anything to say?

My son, his name is Nico.

Is someone with him?

Someone is with Nico.

On the 15th of March, did you murder Angela Dutton?

Why?

For the purposes of the tape, suspect nodded her head.

She said she needed to have him.

DNA samples tested.

I knew she was pregnant with Colin's baby and she needed to prove it was his.

Mila, Angela wasn't pregnant.

Why did you do it?

Because I didn't want to lose him.

Who?

He's Nico's father, but he wouldn't believe me, but he is. Who?

Who are you talking about? Colin.

And I loved him so much.

I had to clean up all the towels, had to clean away the blood.

I didn't want to get Colin into trouble, so... He didn't look dead.

Not really, and... I dressed her up and took her onto the balcony.

But now I know he used me.

They're all you and me.

You used me.

Men always have.

You're just the same.

There was a little boy on a bicycle.

I didn't want him to see her falling.

My son, Niko, he can't ride the bike. He can't ride the bike.

My Niko.

Is the little boy all right?

Is he all right?

250 pounds.

I don't know what you can get.

I don't think we should be here.

Club closed.

It was off to summer skids.

Then the backers pulled out.

Who wants to deal with bloody Russians and worse, the Arabs, eh?

So I began again.

Whether here or abroad.

But I wanted to see you again.

You're looking at me.

Takes a lot to do that.

You being a police officer, even more so.

But I like that.

In the cell, you liked it, didn't you?

Me?

I know.

But I also know I touched a raw nerve.

I want you, Rishi.

you want me.

The indication feels good.

We did good all round. I got my killer, you got yours.

All fire.

Sandra Dutton's here.

Susan Del Rey's sister. Oh, does she want to listen on June call?

Why is she not there herself?

Hello, you wanted to talk to me. Would you mind walking with me?

I didn't tell you the truth. When you came to see me, it was about Susan's

leather bag that was stung with vanity case.

She had them with her the night she came to see me in a terrible state, all

beaten up.

And when I looked inside the bag, it was almost... Don't worry, we know what's

in the bag, Miss Loughlin. You don't know?

About these.

The defendant claimed in interview that it was all Susan Del Rey's idea.

That she introduced him to bizarre sexual practices.

That she made him strangle her.

Until she reached orgasm.

The Crown says that the defendant's brazen claim that this was a terrible

accident occurring in the midst of consensual sexual activity is the last

of the dice by a desperate man.

My lady, would you forgive me?

What are these?

Photographs. The student told her she must have kept them as trophies. The

sister had them hidden.

Remember the jury.

You may think that this is highly unsatisfactory, and I would agree with

However, all I can tell you is that evidence has come to light in the form

photographs that wholly undermine the case that the Crown opened it to you and

strongly support the defence case that Susan Delray's death was an accident.

And what happened then, Mr Southwood?

Dog.

It started yapping.

I was afraid it would wake the house.

What, the dog?

Mr.

Sutherland. So I took the dog and I threw it out of the room.

I know it was stupid.

Yeah, then the chief... When I came back, Susan was dead.

Susan.

It was an accident.

It was a what?

An accident.

It was an accident.

An accident.

Yeah. Yeah.

What about the dog? Yeah, I killed the dog and I... And I took her and wrapped

her and the dog and wrapped them in the elated urn.

It was an accident.

As no further evidence is being offered, it follows that the defendant, Jonathan

Southwood, is entitled to a verdict of not guilty. And that is my direction to

you. Will the defendant please stand?

Will the foreman please stand?

Members of the jury, on direction, do you find the defendant, Jonathan

Southwood, not guilty of murder?

Not guilty.

You find him not guilty. And is that the verdict of you all?

It is. Thank you.

You think we didn't friggin' know what you got up there? You just let that

bastard off the hook. He'll get done for disposal of the body, OK? So bloody

what?

Jesus, Mike.

Mike, I thought he was telling the truth. We have shots of her with punter

punter, doing exactly what I thought that she was doing, being strangled for

sexual kicks.

You could have lost the photographs.

Mila Raskovic, you can remain seated.

You have pleaded guilty to murder.

You took the life of Angela Dutton, a person who had done absolutely no harm

you.

The law obliges me to pass a sentence of life imprisonment on you, and I do so.

Nobody knew Mila, Mike.

So what do you want to do about it, Roshina? You want to rush back in there

get her sentence reduced?

Not happy enough that Southwood's off the hook?

Ah, don't worry.

I'll probably find God and write a bestseller. Those bastards always land

their feet.

You know nothing about me and Mila Raskovic.

There's nothing to know.