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Move far out.

Victim Sarah Tennant, 32, multiple stab wounds.

Upstairs flat.

She lived with her boyfriend.

Oh, you're joking!

Oh, what, this?

That's called initiative.

It's not coming out of my budget. No, don't worry.

He's putty in my hands.

Does he know that?

I think he's putty in my hands.

Hello, love, what's your name?

My boyfriend's Milton Jones, mid -thirties, black.

He's at Stafford Street now, being booked in.

Did he do it?

Well, he was there when it happened, but says he was stoned.

Says there was another bloke there as well, reckons he was black, but that's

he can remember, not much else.

You all right?

Yeah, me and I, it's not good.

That is so not funny.

Hi, Jean. Morning.

I can see about 20 wounds.

What was used?

It was by the body.

Looks like it was taken from a block in the kitchen.

Probably covered in prints, so I'll get it pushed through fast.

Was she raped?

I can't say for sure. A lot of marks around her inner thighs, a lot of blood.

Could be something that was used.

Any idea of what?

Some sort of implement. Bottle, maybe?

No sign of it yet. And this is where the attack happened?

Not just here, no.

Let me see.

Is she

a teacher?

Primary, year five.

What's that? Nine -year -olds? Boyfriend's got form.

Aggravated burglary when he was 16.

Ah, years ago.

Yeah, well, shows he's capable.

Blood down here.

We had bare footprints, too.

The door was kicked in.

That might have been the boyfriend, then, isn't it? I mean, he wouldn't have

broken in. I wouldn't rule him out. We had two areas of attack, and the

footprints on the stairs suggest she was trying to escape after the first one.

Wouldn't he come back?

Possibly. Now, see here.

Palm print.

Now, the sockers think it's your victim.

My guess is she dropped the mobile phone. There's no landline.

So leaving the flat was her only option.

And she did this.

We should stag her down the stairs.

She's nearly got away.

Oh, look who the cat dragged in. Nice to see you. Good to have you on our team,

Lisa. Thanks. Anything's better than doing nothing.

We haven't said no for a week.

Medical report.

Has the boyfriend been brought in? He's waiting for you. Doctor cleared him.

Another boy's got a recent cut on his hand.

Ah, who's the solicitor?

Says he doesn't want one. Hasn't done anything wrong.

How many times have we heard that?

So you've been with Sarah for five years?

What?

Sarah.

You've been with her for five years?

Yeah. Well, we were together before that, too, when we were at school.

Oh, I just lit up.

Too many arguments.

Why do you need to know that?

Just trying to establish what happened last night.

I never hurt Sarah.

I wouldn't hurt anyone.

Except when you were 16.

Mrs. Dyson, age 77, you hurt her, didn't you?

What is this?

She had a fractured jaw, a broken nose.

I mean, you went divorced after six months.

It wasn't me that hit her, OK?

Look, I was there, but I didn't...

You can't seriously think that I killed... That I killed Sarah.

Well, you said you thought you can't remember.

So, um, you and Sarah met this bloke at the, uh, cross pub. I took him home,

yeah?

Yes. You never met him before?

Not as weird as it sounds, Kate.

You can't remember his name. He can't give us a description of any kind.

I was stoned, OK?

We all were stoned. Oh, come on, Mr Jones.

I'm trying, all right?

I am.

It was strong stuff.

Your girlfriend was murdered. Trust me, you need to try a bit harder.

I can't remember.

But you can remember that there was another man in the flat? Yeah.

The grass was his.

I mean, I don't usually smoke stuff that heavy. Oh, and it made you forget

everything. No, sorry.

Almost everything.

I should be with her.

I mean, you know, sorting stuff for her mum and dad.

I should be telling them.

It's being taken care of. They don't want to hear it from you!

Mr. Jones, we're still checking, but there is no evidence that any other

was in that flat bar you and Sarah.

You arsehole.

Fucking way off!

At the moment you are here voluntarily, you are just a significant witness.

Well, not anymore, I know.

Bar you, Mr. Jones. I would seriously rethink having legal representation.

Are you serious?

Milton Jones, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Sarah

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not

mention when questioned now.

He's admitted he was off his head.

Not evidence.

Oh, you're not going all PC on me, are you? Oh, but I don't do PC, remember?

Listen, get to the lab for me. We need something to go back at him with.

no time. Call. Remember? The Patson domestic?

Yes.

Okay, Lisa, get to the lab for me, will you?

Could I wait till we're released?

God, this is a bloody waste of time.

I thought you'd have been pleased.

Your client was going down regardless.

Changing his plea just made it faster. I had a chance of acquittal. He obviously

didn't think so.

Acquittal? What planet's legal?

Excuse me a moment, gentlemen.

Oh, Sheen, hi.

Hi. Oh, Sarge. Come on, Mum.

How about your teacher?

Multiple stabbings, boyfriend off a third, you can guess the rest.

Thank you, aunt.

Um, the... How's Lisa?

She's fine.

How did you know? She needs easing in gently, Rosie.

Keep an eye on her for me, will you? OK.

OK. Search.

Oh.

God, the boyfriend will have got a story straight by now.

Okay, this man you brought back, you sure you'd never seen him before?

We've done this.

I need to know everything, Milton. You do.

If they've got nothing on me, they've got to let me go, right?

They can hold you for 36 hours. Yeah, but if they've got no evidence, they've

got to let me go, right? They usually find something.

Well, what's that supposed to mean? It means if they want to hold you, they'll

find something.

Well, they won't.

Right?

They won't.

I'm going for a slash.

Well, you're released.

Oh, Sash, hang on, we're released.

Well, I've still got to go.

Oh, Sash, go.

Lisa, yeah.

Oh, that is great news.

Yeah, we're on the way.

Sorry. I was meant to be a turn -on.

You seem very pleased with yourself.

Yeah, I am. I've got fingerprints on a weapon that much as suspect.

It means nothing.

Yeah? I hate you sometimes.

That's a shame.

Not here.

Catch you next time, Detective.

What do you want?

Hmm? Oh, nothing.

Lisa just called. We've got Milton Jones's fingerprints all over the murder

weapon. The semen inside our victim is Milton Jones's too.

Oh, we've got it.

No, not without a confession we haven't.

Come on, it's not far off.

See if you have to throw it out, Sash. You know they would.

Okay, listen up, everybody. I want all of you back out there, okay? I want you

to find someone who saw a couple with this mystery man. Actually, no, better

still. Finally, somebody who saw just the two of them returning to the flat

prove he's lying, OK? The whole area covered.

We are going to have to get as much as we can if we're going to nail him.

Well, we chuck this like him, I reckon he'll cave in.

Give it a go.

How did you get the cut in your hand?

Can you not remember that either?

Cooking.

I cut myself cooking. When exactly?

Last night.

I put a stew together before we went out.

A tin of chickpea.

It wouldn't open.

And you cut yourself? Yeah.

What do you do with the tin?

I put it in the bin.

For the purposes of the tape, exhibit DJF5 is being placed on the table at

night.

Do you recognise it?

kitchen knife. It was used to kill Sarah.

You found fingerprints all over it.

Your fingerprints in Sarah's blood.

Well, if you'd asked me that, I would have told you they'd be there. Why?

When I woke up, I was in the lounge, yeah?

And, um... I stood up, and I went into the hall, and it was on

the floor.

And I thought that was weird, so I picked it up.

Then what did you do?

I went into the bedroom.

With the knife in your hand?

Yes.

And, um... Sarah was there on the bed.

So I went to her and I...

I pulled her in my arms.

And she was cold.

Cold.

What did you do with the knife?

Milton.

The knife.

I don't know.

I must have dropped it.

Sarah was raped.

Christ.

Why didn't you tell me that?

It should have been disclosed.

Can you explain to me why your demon was found inside her?

She's my girlfriend.

Who happened to be raped and murdered.

Not by me.

We had sex before we went out, all right?

You cooked her a meal and then you made love. What's wrong with that?

Eh?

What is wrong with that?

We were trying for a baby.

Sarah was doing all that stuff with dick.

Ovulation stuff.

So you had sex?

Yes!

Check in the bathroom cupboard, all right? It's in there.

He's got an answer for everything, hasn't he?

Yes, sir, he's bright. Doesn't mean he didn't do it, thank you.

Thought she was infertile.

They were trying for a baby.

Yeah, do you think she found out?

Yep. Well, we still don't know the age.

Ma 'am, have you got a minute?

Yeah.

I've seen that your suspect said he cut himself and was in the bin under the

sink.

As far as I can see, there's no sign of any blood.

Well, it's the way he's lying about cutting himself, isn't it? No, Doctor's

something.

Box for the trainers.

Stuffing the same type?

Yeah. Got a bag, Satch?

Welcome to your life sentence, Mr. Jones.

It's a coincidence, it's got to be. What, you're saying they're not your

trainers?

Have you checked my flat?

Mine will be there. They're not.

They were found covered in blood, dumped.

Why would that be?

He must have taken my trainers and dumped them outside.

Mr. Jones, no one apart from you has seen this man. And you can't remember

he looks like.

But the evidence is mounting. Surely you can see that.

There's someone else.

Okay. And who was he? What did he look like? Who is he?

Your fingerprints are all over the murder weapon. I think it's a thing that

said you cut yourself on. We examined it.

Her blood.

The semen found inside of Sarah, yours.

We made love, okay?

I didn't rape her. I wouldn't rape her. She found out you were infertile, didn't

she?

What? Your sperm count is nil.

What are you talking about? Officer, you can't do this. This is new information.

Oh, not to him it's not, is it? No, you're firing blanks. Is that what the

argument was about?

What was she talking about? This is completely unacceptable.

You were stoned. You wanted sex. She said no.

What's the point?

You said yourself she was trying for a baby, but you forced it.

She fought back, grabbed a knife to keep you at bay. You took the knife, you

stabbed her, you raped her, and you left. Aye, what a night that was. Come

then, Mr. Jones. What was it like?

I don't know.

Your trainers broke the door down. Did they do that without you?

What do you mean? There's an imprint on the door.

It's your shoes.

You came back.

You'd forgotten your keys. Will you break in? There's Sarah.

Hysterical. I mean, you have to shut her up. So you chase her up the stairs, and

you just keep stabbing her until she goes quiet.

Nah, nah, I didn't. You trod Sarah's blood all through the flat, then you

decided to get rid of the evidence, so you ditched them.

Then when you call 999, we have a witness who says you had no shoes on.

I just found Sarah dead.

I ran out the house. I didn't think to put shoes on! You thought enough to dump

the blood -stained ones, didn't you? You just didn't think we'd find them. No!

We've got so much evidence.

Too much.

You're just not as smart as you thought you were, Mr Jones.

I didn't do it.

Do you know you didn't do it?

Or can you just not remember?

Help yourself away, don't you? Don't mind if I do.

Why are you making a fire?

It's boiling in here.

It's called romance, Christine.

Whoa!

A bit of muck will do you good.

Why? Make me fancy you more.

Do I need to make you fancy me more?

Like a girl who tries. Really?

Hmm.

Why the fuck didn't you tell me? What the fuck didn't you ask?

It's been a long day.

You need some time to think.

Milton, the odds are stacking up.

I know.

I want to help you.

That stuff you were smoking, it was strong.

I don't believe you meant to do it.

I think it was the drugs.

Now, you need to start being realistic.

I'll see you in the morning.

We'll speak then.

Mr. Turner.

Don't come back.

You need to go.

If you let me, I'd still like to represent you.

Come on.

I said, move it.

Excuse me. You seem to be holding my son.

Do you mean he's been arrested?

I think so.

Can I see him?

Well, not if he's been arrested, no.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm starving.

Well, I know what I'm eating.

You promised me dinner.

There's a chip shop round the corner.

Really? Yeah, from the smell from the kitchen, I think we're both going there.

Oh, shit!

Go now, Pulse.

Quick!

Get those bandages out!

Quick! Help me!

nurses. She reckons they've found them too.

Shit.

Oh, God.

He didn't wait any time, did he?

Mike, I'm sorry. It's not looking good.

Who for?

Him or us?

What do you want me to do? Hold his hand all night?

I'm just not getting this.

You say the flat was his, yet the door was kicked out, right?

Yeah, he attacked twice. The second time when he came back in, he must have

locked himself out.

Yeah, you know that?

No, but it adds up.

What, because of the trainers?

Because of the prints on the knife.

Because of the semen inside her. Because of the recent cut in his hand. I mean,

where do you want me to stop?

Why does he keep talking about this other man?

He's ragging on a hook.

Are you 100 % on that?

No, we're still investigating. But come on, he just attempted suicide, Mike. If

that's not an admission to guilt, then what is?

It could be grief.

Come on.

No, look, his girlfriend's been murdered. He finds her. He's had the

shock of his goddamn life, and on top of that, he's arrested for her murder.

Come on.

Do you think I shouldn't have?

No, no, no. You've got good, hard evidence.

Like exactly who's off his head in drugs.

Yeah.

He's also black, so he must have done it. I didn't say that.

No, but the press will.

Jesus, Roisin.

If he dies, we get a death in custody.

potentially an innocent man, we have hounded to death.

Jean just called, asked if he'd get down to the lab.

Okay, thanks, Lisa.

Oh, hang on, I can handle this.

Yeah, nobody's saying you can't. Come on, let's go.

Sarge, if you hear from the hospital, call me.

Yeah, um, will do.

Hi, Jean.

Mike, didn't expect to see you.

Hello, Jean.

Our suspect attempted suicide.

In custody?

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear, exactly. So what have you got?

If you tell me he's a serial killer with a weakness for small children, I might

just have to kiss you.

Thankfully, he's not.

No offence. None taken.

The tin your suspect said he cut himself on. Oh, but there's blood after all.

Well, not on the tin, no, but then there wouldn't be, would there? I mean,

you're opening the tin, slip, ouch, cut your hand.

What do you do? You pull your hand back. It's only then the blood starts

flowing. Now, it's not conclusive, but this is the waste bucket from under the

sink. Well, is that his blood? Yes, it was near the tin.

So I'd say he was telling the truth, about the cut at least.

You got anything on the trainers?

Sorry, bacteria destroyed anything of use off in the case.

But this is what they were smoking.

Tested it for DNA, and the results were just in.

Oh, but I suspect it's not denying he smoked.

Well, your victim did too.

Yes, and what's the punchline?

There's somebody else's DNA on this.

Male.

We're still working on it, but we could only isolate a fragment. Can't get a

full profile.

But there was another man in the flat.

Thank you.

The killer gets our couple stoned.

Yeah.

Pretend he is also.

He waits for the boyfriend to collapse.

Then he hits on the victim.

She says no.

She's stoned, but she's still in control.

He pushes it, maybe.

Still says no.

He stabs her.

Then he rapes her.

But he can't get it up, so he uses, we're guessing, what?

An object, a bottle. Still not been found.

Yeah, but that leaves no DNA, no semen, only tearing and bruising. So then he

legs it.

Why would he come back?

That, I don't know, Satch. What about the shoes? They were Milton Jones's.

Kellis Corky, yeah?

Likes to look at the trainers, new ones, same size. He would take them.

Anybody would.

Later on, when they're covered in blood, after the second attack, he has to dump

them.

So he leaves barefoot?

No. His original shoes are probably still with him.

Now, what about the other guy that's meant to be there? What have you got on

him? He's black.

About the same age as the boyfriend. And? And nothing.

Milton Jones was stoned. He doesn't remember anything.

Yeah, but you check door to door.

The public say they met in CCTV.

Yeah, we did quite a trawl.

We got nothing.

Emma, what's your definition of quite at all?

We investigated as thoroughly as we could.

Okay. I want every single person in that area spoken to again. I want every

single piece of CCTV footage watched. Every single possible detail we check

again. Understood?

Yes, sir. Okay.

Stay focused.

Can I have a word with you? No.

Why don't you just get a cry and put around my neck thinking confident?

All the evidence pointed to the boyfriend, Mike. You said so yourself.

It was premature.

They closed down all other areas of this investigation.

What with the manpower that I've got? You're having a laugh.

Milton Jones said he saw another man. He's your witness and all you get is the

bloke's plaque.

He couldn't remember anything else?

Couldn't remember or wasn't asked.

Read the transcript, Mike. I have.

You spent less than no time pushing him on it. Sorry, uh, victim's parents just

got back off the holiday.

They're at the mortuary.

On their way.

I'm gonna go and talk to the parents.

Take me, sir.

Um, DCI Connor.

This is Dia, Lisa West.

I'm so sorry to meet you under these circumstances.

We, uh, need to know what happened.

Uh, yes, of course. We're still investigating at the moment.

You haven't caught one?

No, not yet.

Could you take us to St. Thomas's?

That is where he's being treated, isn't it?

I'm sorry?

Sarah's boyfriend, Milton.

Is there any news?

He's still on the critical list.

We'll give you a lift.

Your lovely girl.

How is he?

We'll leave you to it.

Who are you?

I'm sorry, I should have introduced myself before. DCI Roisin Connor.

DS Lisa West.

Isn't you arrested, my boy?

Arrested?

They said Milt killed Sarah.

That's ridiculous.

It was unfortunate.

Mr Jones was there at the flat at the time of the murder. We had to treat him

a suspect.

Seth, was it you?

Yes.

It's OK, Lisa, it's OK. No, it's not OK!

Look!

Look what you've done to my boy.

We've done all this, you know. Yeah, I know, Sarge, but someone must have seen

them with the other guy.

Check how the others are doing, will you?

Yeah.

Got anything?

Nothing yet.

Hi, how are the parents?

As you'd expect.

Yeah, and do they know about the boyfriend?

Yeah, just gave him a lift to the hospital.

Yeah, Walker.

Yes, sir.

What? Oh, great.

Yeah, of course.

Now I'll get on to it straight away.

Yeah.

Sarah Tennant's parents and Milton Jones's mother have lodged a formal

about the way Milton Jones has been treated. Shit.

Okay, there's something I have to tell you then. What?

Milton Jones's mother.

Yeah, what about her?

She asked me if I was the arresting officer.

Yeah, go on.

She slapped me.

Hard. What?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

There's not many things, Mike, but I'm not a racist.

That's not coming from me.

Well, it feels like it is. No, I laid into you because you were not pursuing

every possible angle of this investigation. Not because I think you

people, Roisin.

The bottom line is, a woman's dead. The killer's still out there, yeah?

Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Go home. I'll see you in the morning.

Neil.

Oh, if you mind if I cancel. I really need a night in.

No, it's not you.

It's this case that's getting to me.

Yeah. Hmm?

Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow.

Okay.

Bye.

Your son admitted he'd taken drugs, Mrs. Jones. He said he couldn't remember

what had happened.

And let's not forget the fact that he's black.

There was also hard evidence, Mr. Tennant.

Such as?

Such as his fingerprints were found all over the knife that killed your

daughter. I was outside, Mr. Walker. I was outside waiting while my son was

taking his own life.

You had a duty of care.

If Milton had been white and middle class, he'd have been treated with a lot

more compassion.

Thank you for taking the time to talk to us.

But our complaint stands.

Come on, I've got an armful of food. I promise it's not chicken.

Very tough day.

Yeah, just a bit.

Well, that's why you've got me.

I just want to take advantage.

I hate this PC crap. If he'd been white and I'd done the same thing, no one

would have blinked an eye.

Nobody's not.

Meaning?

Meaning... Switch off. Come and sit down.

What do you mean?

You're saying I'm a racist as well?

I'm saying we all make assumptions based on what we're faced with.

You are saying I'm a racist.

You see a black guy piling down the street with a white guy running after

shouting, stop.

What do you think?

I think... I can't believe you think I'm a racist.

Come on, Rasheen, what do you think?

OK. I think the black guy's nicked the white guy's wallet at the famous Abnil.

We've all seen it.

Yeah, because it's spot on.

You think the guy's a thief, but he isn't.

The white guy and the black guy are both chasing a thief whom you just happen

not to have seen.

Any pointers?

It's a knife.

Look what you're all doing.

I can't help her.

My job is to be objective, Neil.

This man told you there was another guy in the flat, right?

Yeah, he still didn't take him seriously.

Well, my first job was to eliminate the boyfriend from the inquiry.

Yeah, but the first thing you did was try and prove that he was guilty.

Oh, God.

Come on!

You're only humans.

That's all I'm saying.

Who's that?

My other lover.

The supportive one.

Better let him in, then.

It's Walker.

Hide. Why?

Just hide. I'll keep quiet. Just let him in.

Mikey, you all right?

Yeah. Milton Jones, he's off the critical list.

He's going to pull through. Oh, thank God for that.

Can I come in?

Actually, no.

I've got friends around.

I'll see you in the morning.

Thank you for coming.

Have fun with your friend.

You should listen to him.

What? He told you to have a good night.

Trust me.

I may stay to argue.

Morning.

The trunk was cut with ketamine, which explains Milton Jones' memory loss.

Stuff's easily got. I know, which isn't exactly going to help us. We've got some

good news, though.

The lab have finished analysing the DNA from the spliff found at the victim's

flat. But the bad news... No full profile.

Lisa, this is Keith Thompson.

Got a record for one count of rape.

His DNA is the same as a partial profile.

So he could be our killer?

Yes, but so could any of these.

Gene came up with 19 matches.

It's called familial profiling. It means that we have 19 offenders whose DNA

closely matches our killer's. It's one of them, then?

Well, it could be, but it could also be a member of his family. It could be a

brother, it could be a cousin. So we check each of them.

And all them are relatives?

If they're black and in the right age bracket, yeah.

We'll have enough suspects to fill a phone book. Yeah, but if that's what

got, let's do it. Let's interview each and every single one of them, identify

exactly where they were and what they were doing on the night of the murder.

What else have we got?

Similar rapes.

Good idea. Start with this year.

Already started. How about Milton Jones? I'm going to the hospital now. It

wouldn't surprise me if he kicks me out.

You stay there.

I wasn't exactly volunteering.

Mr. Jones?

Is the police in charge?

I don't want you here.

I can understand that.

So you agree I was falsely accused?

You were only ever arrested under suspicion of murder, Mr. Jones.

Like I said, I don't want you here.

Okay. Let me ask you one question.

Do you really want the man who killed Sarah to get away with it?

Of course not.

Then maybe I'd better stay.

Oh, mate, dear Satchel, someone called you about Keith Thompson?

Oh, yeah, he's over on the toilet.

Oh, cheers.

Dear Satchel, this is D .C. Peters.

Want to confirm your address?

8 Randall Lane, Stockwell, yeah?

That's right.

No, we just need to... Yeah, we've got a lab report on the skull.

It was cut with ketamine.

It knocks out horses.

Bastard. I know. No wonder you can't remember anything.

Getting frustrated won't help.

Want to try again?

He's black, short hair.

Younger than me.

I think.

That's it.

Okay, good.

Accent.

Clothing.

Height.

It's just a shadow.

I could see her face.

I'll give you some space, yeah?

Thanks.

He sees you, you come up.

Named Jane Donnelly. She was attacked two months ago, half a mile from where

Sarah Tennant was murdered.

White woman, black boyfriend.

Oh, Jesus.

You sure they're the same?

Well, they met him in a club. He got them stoned.

She reported it.

Well, a week later she did. They didn't take her seriously.

Black guy attacking white girlfriends.

What is this? It's a pattern.

Hey, look.

Ring -a -ring.

Even if she remembers a little more than him, we'll be ahead.

So Sarah's saying no.

Over and over.

It's back to her into a corner.

Where are you?

I'm on the floor.

Oh, no, I didn't mean it.

No, I didn't mean it.

No,

no,

seriously.

No, no, no, no.

Okay, calm down. Back off.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

What's the matter?

I was there.

I was... watching.

She was asking me for my help and...

Donnelly's moved on.

Neighbour said she left at least a month ago.

Spoke to the manager in the shop. She hasn't been at work for even longer.

Okay. Try the boyfriend.

So you're dancing with Vera.

You're kissing.

You're passing a joint between each other.

Yeah. Yeah.

And then, um... That's right.

I fell over.

Good stuff, isn't it?

Where is he?

Oh, he's just sitting.

Chilling. Yeah, can you see him?

Lights on.

He's dead, but I can't see...

What did you talk about?

Um... Work it out!

I spoke about music.

Yeah. Yeah, I was telling him all about ska music and its origins and...

And then we spoke about the gear.

Skunk.

Yes.

He wrote it down.

A mobile number.

He said we only had to call if we wanted some more.

Well, where the hell did he write it? On the top of a newspaper.

There's a pile on the floor by his chair.

Milton, are you absolutely sure?

Yes.

Well done.

Well done.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

I want to talk to you about Jane Dunley.

Look, Jane's passed. Just lay off me, yeah?

You only want to know where we might find her.

Oh, come on, Wayne. Do you still see her, yes or no?

Look, after what she did to me.

What are you supposed to have done to you?

I told you not to do it. The bitch made it up. Oh, with the rape?

Yeah. What are you still doing here? So Jane wasn't raped?

No.

She was off her head. We both were.

He fancied some and she let him. Who did? Who was the man?

Come on, what do you remember?

We were at a club and it was like 3am and... She left me on the floor, mashed.

I come to her and she's gone.

What, so you chucked her?

She started telling me.

Oh, I can't remember what happened and...

Then start spitting some shit about rape.

Hey, hey, hey! Did it ever occur to you she might have been telling you the

truth?

She's a flack.

She had another man in my bed.

No amount of talking is going to make that right.

Well, I hate being a boy for two, but...

If that was it, he's ripped it up.

I bet that's why he came back.

Fuck.

Okay. Get them all bagged. Get them all down to the laboratory.

Oh, tell me you found her. Wish I could, Mike.

Boyfriend gave us nothing. He's dumped her. She's left her job. She's moved

house. She's not using her credit card.

And her mother hasn't seen her in three weeks.

That out of character?

Yeah. Better start checking the morgues. Already on to it.

There's a jumper from a bridge at Cannon Town. White female, late 20s, brown

hair.

Sounds like a match. Get up, bloody waiter. Okay, get over there. If it's

her, we keep checking.

You know, if the party at Canning Town is chained on, we'll have two days.

We could go public.

Oh, come on, Sarge.

Black guy targeting white women.

Yeah. We'll have black boyfriends. Be explosive, I suppose.

More than a bit.

There's enough racial tension around us today without adding to it.

Your lucky day.

The lab ran indentation, Esther, on the newspaper. This came out on the sheet

below. It's the phone number the killer wrote down.

No idea on upper. Yeah?

It's got a pretty sight.

Bet you I've seen worse.

Okay.

What you got in there?

White, female, about 5 '6", mid to late 20s, long brown hair.

Thank you.

Walker.

Mike, hi. It's not looking good.

Yeah, same height, same hair, but I mean, we'll wait for the checks, but

better with her.

Thanks. Shit.

It doesn't make it go any quicker if you do that. Call him again, huh?

Go.

Martin or Gutless.

Got it.

Okay, Martin Augustus. Small -time dealing, GBH, and he's local.

Yeah, let's hope he's our killer.

Oh, he's not. Why, why? He was arrested for dealing on the 24th. He's been

inside ever since.

He's committed on the 24th. Shit.

But why was our killer writing down his number?

Chief Superintendent Walker.

D .S. Thatcher.

I'll get straight to the point, Mr. Augustus. Your telephone number was

a murder scene.

The murderer claimed it was his.

Which telephone number?

07960527452. It's not mine anymore?

That much we know.

So who's got the phone, Martin?

Look, son, I'm just trying to solve a matter here. I got no beef with you.

Young woman killed in cold blood.

Does that mean nothing?

Wasn't me.

So, it's no skinner. Fewer noise if you help us find who did.

Could be your girlfriend.

Your sister.

Who'd you give the phone to, Ma?

The tooth fairy.

Oh, I'm so clumsy.

Let's try to remember who's in charge here, pal.

Who have you?

Oh, I am really scared.

You both know how this goes, pal, yeah?

I've been trying to appeal to you as a human being, but obviously at your level

of pawned life, that's redundant.

So let's just do a deal.

You tell me who you give your pawn to and I'll have a word with the government

and get something reduced off your sentence.

The day I help a man like you is the day I die.

It's going to take weeks to get through this lot.

It's including the cousins that does it.

Oh, we really needed to talk to Jane Donnelly. I can't exactly bring her back

from the dead.

Gov, Milton Jones is on the phone.

Call him back in five minutes.

How the hell should I know?

An update.

We've got nothing to bloody tell him.

We need to find out who Augustus sold that bloody telephone to.

Well, let me do it.

I don't think he likes police.

He doesn't like white people.

Sorry, Gov, Milton Jones. He won't take no for an answer.

A black man who wants to help.

Nope. You wanted it?

No.

No, no.

The woman who was murdered was my girlfriend.

I don't spill for no one.

Especially a grass.

I'm not grass.

I'm not... That was my woman.

And I wouldn't be canoodling with no dirty babble, I'm saying.

Well, what would you do if you were me?

I'd be out there, sorting him.

Well, tell me where he is, then.

Come on, man, he raped my girl.

He dabbed her while I slept.

Look, they don't think he's going to tell me anything.

I just said you didn't.

You're wired.

Can't say anything. Don't know his name anyway.

Come on.

They had all my contacts on it.

I gave it to a man to sell on for me.

Bit of a hurry, you know what I mean? Well, who's the bloke? He's in Dominica

now. He got me two grand.

Keep me stoked while I'm in there. The rest he spent on his flight.

And that's it?

Yeah,

brethren.

Try the arrow, yeah?

What's that?

Oh, come on.

It's a club, isn't it?

My man moved it on there.

That's all I know.

Stick it to him good.

You'll be able to walk tall after that.

Hey, you got something?

Arrow Club.

Do you know it?

Yeah. Look, I didn't get a name, but I remembered.

He had an arrow on his T -shirt.

Malcolm, we're going to get him. Look, I could go down there, see if I recognise

him. No, no, no, it's OK.

Will you get out, please?

Look, come on.

You really want me to put Sarah's killer behind bars?

Yeah. Yeah?

Then let me do my job, will you?

Thank you.

I checked three months back.

Oh, it works sometimes.

Bet the white clubs don't find it working like that.

You should have these on file.

Almost identical, it was so recent.

Always good to have a spare car.

All of the staff are British passport holders.

Mostly Afro -Caribbean, certainly no Africans.

So no immigration issue.

Why no Africans?

Just how it happens.

People like the same.

Do you get me?

Yeah.

Is that it?

Thank you for your time.

I'll see you out.

No need.

It's this way.

We'll be back.

I doubt it.

I bet they're not as clean as she makes out.

That's not you being racist now, is it, Mark?

I'll walk you up to once. You're such a hard man. Look at him now. Back up.

I said back up.

Shut

it.

What the hell do you think you're playing at, sir? What?

I thought if I went in, I might recognize him. And do what?

Look, let me go back in.

Do you think they're going to let you back in now?

I've got to do something.

Oh, come on.

Come on.

All right, let's see you.

You're a bit of a bloody mess, aren't you?

Cool.

Mind you, it improves your looks.

But, Milton, you really have to accept that you cannot take this on. Yeah?

Didn't even get past the door.

Sorry, I missed the joke.

Connor.

Oh, cheers.

Stupid, wasn't it? It was a bit, yeah.

I just thought if I could... Oh, yeah, I know, son.

Just dive in there, kung fu fighting.

Yeah.

Who's the one for me?

Oh, the young lady over there, named Jane Donnelly.

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