All language subtitles for Prime Suspect4.II.Inner.Circles.1995.HDRip_en_SDH

Is that the one we ordered?

Oh, good, yes.
Thank you very much.

Paul.

PAUL: James, can I offer you
a glass of this?

I'm rather good
just at the moment, thanks.

[TV blaring ]

No! No! No!

Mum.

No! No! No!

Come on!
Please!

I need to go to the toilet.

I have to go now, Mum.

Can't wait to get away, can you?

I've got an appointment.

I'll sort things out.
I promise.

You won't.

Oh, go.
Go on. Go.

I don't want you here anyway.

Denis will be along in a minute.

Mother, I am Denis.

[Thud, glass breaking,
woman screaming ]

The police are on their way.

There are two of them.
I heard voices.

[ Rustling ]

[ Heavy breathing ]

[ Clattering ]

Let's go round the back.

Right.

These bastards
aren't going anywhere.

Alan, you go round the front.

Norman, you stay here.

[ Dog barks ]

[Laughing]

[Squealing]

[ Clattering ]

Shit.

- Micky.
- Shut up!

MAN:
Alan, he's here!

Alan, he's coming out!

Aah!

[ Dog barking 1

Bastard!

- Get off me!
- Norman, check inside the house!

I'll kill you!

Listen, you!

We don't want your type
around here, understand?

And just so you remember.

I'd put that away
if I was you, sir.

Denis?

Are you there, Denis?

Oh, my God.

[Water running]

[ Pager beeping 1

[ indistinct conversations]

Still no word from Raymond?

Zilch.

typical.

What are we going to do, then?

Not a lot we can do.

Phone it in, I suppose.

What's the betting
we get lumbered

with some berk from AMIP, eh?

Oh, come on, Mike.

I'm a copper,
not a bloody accountant.

I've forecast the budget.

Don't expect me to sell
the bloody thing.

[ Pager beeping 1

All right.
9:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.

KERNAN:
All right. See you then.

Thank you and good night.

- MAN: Hello?
- Yeah, Tennison.

MAN:
Oh, yes, ma'am.

Hadley Green
have called for help.

There's been a murder.

Where?

MAN:
17 Mossbank Drive.

That's E4.

Right.

MAN: Sorry to tear you
away from your desk.

Oh, believe me,
it will be a pleasure.

See you.

Thank you, thank you.

Where's forensic?

He's on his way, ma'am.

What, SO3?

He was out.

He's picking his cameras
and his stuff up now.

I see.

What do you think of that scarf?

Fashion victim.

I was just a member
of the Neighborhood Watch.

Denis Carradine lived here
alone, did he?

Yeah.

His mum went into a nursing home
about a year ago.

Carradine was the manager
at the Huntington Country Club.

How did you know that?

The neighbors.
Very helpful.

Concerned about
the state of his garden.

It's that sort of area.

- Who's your D.C.l.?
- Peter Raymond.

Do you know him, ma'am?

Yes.
We're acquainted.

All right, now get the male
suspect's I.D. circulated

and keep this area
completely sealed off

at least till forensic
gets here, if ever.

Oh, Detective.

Better get the mother informed.

Send someone over.

Not a complete plank, all right?

I'll do it myself.

I'll see you back at the nick.

Where is the nick?

Sergeant?

Look, why wasn't I told
she could be underage?

Listen, if she doesn't
want to talk, ma'am,

how are you or I
supposed to know?

And what's that
supposed to mean?

Listen, all I'm saying is
she may or may not be underage,

therefore we may or may not need
a parent or guardian present.

I want the duty social worker
down here immediately, please.

You do have an incident room
available I take it.

Good, well,
I want it up and running

by 9:00 tomorrow morning.

Get ahold of these two officers

from AMIP.

That's tonight, Sergeant.

Denis is --

Denis is not coming back, Olive.

I don't understand.

Why should anyone
want to do that to my Denis?

They were trying to rob him,
Olive.

He's dead?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm afraid he is.

They didn't hurt him, did they?

It's good to have you with us,
Richard.

How are the twins?

HASKONS:
Certifiable.

Nothing's changed then.

Good morning.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Richard, this is D.S. Booth,
D.C. Bakari.

HASKONS:
Hello.

- You know Toby from AMIP.
- Yeah.

Found it all right, then, Rich.

Yeah, with the aid of a Sherpa.

Right.
Where's D.S. Cromwell?

I thought he was
supposed to be here.

She is.

Morning, ma'am.
D.S. Christine Cromwell.

You're late.

Someone took my parking place.

Probably me.

Looking forward to working
with you, Christine.

Optimist, are you?

Try my best.

TENNISON:
Right.

Denis Arthur Carradine.

Quiet, respectable,
all the middle-class values.

Approximate time of death --
between 8:00 and 9:15 p.m.

He was found strung up
with a piece of electrical flex.

Now, we have two suspects.

One in custody --
Sheila Bower --

but she's not talking.

At the present, we're treating
it as a drug-related burglary.

However, the way he was
strung up and his clothes

suggests there could have been
some sort of sexual dimension.

What, with that filth?

No. No, no, no. That's not what
I'm suggesting.

BOOTH:
Hang on a minute.

Are you saying
he did it himself?

Well, all I'm saying is that
the scarf and the clothes

suggest that it's a possibility.

Oh, come on.

The girl was as high as a kite.

They had the poor bastard
strung up.

They could have done anything
to him.

All right, all right.

Let's not jump to conclusions
till we get pathology.

Right, our first priority's
to pick up the youth.

Now, uniform's down
at the Larchmont Estate.

But the description's vague
at best.

So, what can you do?
Check with the neighbors.

Also let's build up a profile
of Denis Carradine.

Check with his work mates,
his friends at the club.

- What is it?
- The Huntington Country Club.

That's right.
The Huntington Country Club.

Did you get anything
from the mother?

BOOTH:
Not a lot.

The woman who runs the nursing
home said something about

he'd been made redundant.

He was behind
with his mother's fees.

Oh, well, that's something.
Check into that.

Well, come on, let's get going.

I understood D.C.l. Raymond

would be running
the investigation.

Not from me you didn't.

Oh, Ian, Larchmont Estate.

Tell uniform
it's door-to-door inquiries,

not mob-handed, okay?

Softly, softly.

TENNISON:
Not "The A-Team."

BAKARI:
Sheila Carol Bower.

Born 25th 10/77.

Highbury, London.

Catalog of juvenile offenses.

In care since '89.

Now, you listen to me.

We're not talking
about petty thieving here.

You can forget about conning
some old fart

on a magistrate's bench.

This is murder, Sheila.
That means prison.

For life,

not probation in some nice
little holiday camp somewhere.

We never done him.

What, you were out collecting
for the elderly, were you?

I never even touched him.

So who pulled his pants down?

You enjoy that, Sheila?

Yeah, of course you did.

Old man like that.

Make him squirm.

Have some fun.

- Micky.
- Yes?

Ask Micky.

Who's Micky?

Sheila.

[ Door opens]

RAYMOND:
8:42.

D.C.l. Raymond entering
interview room.

This her, is it, Jane?

Sheila.

We never did him, all right?!

Liar.

It's the truth.

The truth?

You wouldn't know the truth
if you fell on it.

Bang her up.

D.C.l. Raymond, could I have
a word with you for a minute?

8:43.

Superintendent Tennison,
D.C.l. Raymond

leaving interview room.

Another piece of shit
from the Larchmont.

They're scum, the lot of them.

Where were you last night?

My pager was knackered.

I just handed it in.

Well...

Well, if it was knackered,
why didn't you call?

Because I didn't know it was
knackered until this morning.

Look, Jane, you came in
last night and did us a favor.

Thank you very much.

But I'm back on the case now,

so I needn't detain you,
all right?

You're understaffed.
You asked for assistance.

I didn't ask the pool
for anything.

This is a straightforward case.

Oh, I'm not of that opinion.

Bullshit.

I'm also not of the opinion

that this nick can handle
this investigation.

And until I am, D.C.l. Raymond,
I shall be handling things,

and in future, when I'm
interviewing a suspect,

you do not interrupt.

MAN:
Soup spoons on the right.

Right!

Outside in.

Do them again.

Can I help you?

I take it you are members?

Police, sir.
Are you in charge here?

I'll get Mr. Greenlees.

Prat.

Morning.

Their lords and masters
keeping you at it, are they?

Did you see much
of Mr. Carradine?

I thought you weren't
going to p-press charges.

How do you mean?

Isn't that what you're here for?

Hamish!

You can wait
in Mr. Greenlees' office.

They held him on the chair,

then hauled him up
and tied him off.

The face of the door is scored,

and you can see the upper length
of this flex is damaged

and picked up traces
of the paint.

I think we're going to find
they match.

So you're ruling out
autostrangulation?

MAN: What, for his own
sexual gratification?

No semen stains.

Pathology will tell us
definitely, of course.

Can I get down now?

I thought you liked
hanging around, Rich.

Yeah, she's got it written
all over her.

No life but the job.

Sounds familiar.

Mind you, nice legs
for a superintendent.

Still, no job for a woman,
is it?

Oh, originality is not
your strong point, is it?

Hello.

Carradine.
Carradine.

- Leave it out.
- Oh, he's dead.

He's not going to complain,
is he?

Good morning.

How can I help you officers?

D.S. Cromwell, D.C. Bakari, sir.

James Greenlees,
managing director.

We're all obviously totally
shocked and angered by the news.

I understand you've already
apprehended the culprits?

Oh, who told you that?

GREENLEES: Oh, it's a close-knit
community, Sergeant.

Bad news travels fast.

I also have friends
in the force.

I understand these two creatures

were actually found in the house
with Denis' body

and that they'd...defiled it?

I'm afraid
I can't comment on that, sir.

We're merely concerned

with gathering some background
information on Mr. Carradine.

How well did you know him?

Oh, Denis was liked
by everybody.

He was a fine man.

He wasn't married, was he?

Did he have any women friends?

What are you suggesting?

BAKARI: We're just trying to
build up a profile, sir.

Mr. Carradine retired?

Quite recently.

His mother
was in a nursing home.

He'd been under a lot of stress.

He hadn't been made redundant,
then?

On the contrary.

He was a great loss.
Great loss.

BAKARII
Oh.

We understood
he was having difficulties

paying his mother's
nursing bills.

Did he have any financial
difficulties you were aware of?

No.

But, then,
one wouldn't, of course,

encourage
that kind of familiarity.

We'd heard there'd been some
sort of problem with his work,

something about
some charges being dropped.

We had a problem
with our VAT return, Constable.

Look, can I ask you

on whose authority
you're making these inquiries?

I'm sure D.C.l. Raymond --

D.C.l. Raymond isn't in charge
of the case, sir.

Well, who is?

BAKARI:
Superintendent Tennison, sir.

She's been seconded in.

Right.
Any prints?

MAN: There's prints
all over the shop.

We'll run them through the
computer, but it'll take time.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

Oh.

Did you get this?

Do it, would you?
Anything else?

Well, it's probably nothing,

but we didn't get any off the
flex round the victim's neck.

Must have wiped them.

TENNISON:
Hmm. Money problems.

Didn't leave him much, did they?

MAN: What they can't steal,
they smash.

HASKONS:
Christ, that's sad.

What's that?

His favorite band
was Status Quo.

Who's that?

Gov, I think I've got
a more detailed description.

[ Indistinct talking
over police radio]

TENNISON:
So, have you got that, Ian?

BOOTH: Yeah, long hair, an
earring, and a scar on his arm.

TENNISON:
That's it.

It's not a lot to go on, gov.

- TENNISON: Okay.
- Yeah, right.

Right.
I'll tell them to take it easy.

See you later.

MAN:
We're making inquiries

about somebody we believe to be
in this area.

Yeah, well, I don't live here,
you see.

GEOFF:
What's going on? Polly?

Oi!

Yeah?

He's up above!
You get up the far stairs,

and I'll stay at this end
and cut him off.

Come on, move!

Hold it!

Stop! Police!

[Siren wails]

Oi, get somebody down below

and block off
all the stairwells!

Don't let him get down!

Shit!

We're gonna lose him.
There's too many exits.

MAN:
Oi! Oi, stop!

Stay back!

BOOTH:
Just take it easy!

Shit!

Come on!
Don't just stand there!

[ Horn beeps ]

[Tires screech, thud ]

[ Glass shatters ]

You asked
for house-to-house inquiries,

and that's what you got.

I didn't want them to go in
mob-handed.

The Larchmont Estate,
in case you hadn't realized,

is a hostile environment,

and I'm not sending
my officers in

without adequate protection.

Now, you asked
for Michael Thomas,

and you've got him.

Yes, in a coma.
Thank you very much.

Whatever happened
to community policing?

So, where does that leave us
with these kids, then?

CROMWELL: One half-dead,
the other scared shitless.

Oh, you're breaking my heart.

They didn't need to be in there,
did they?

All right. All right.

[ Sighs ]
What else have we got?

We found some correspondence.

Looks like he remortgaged
his mother's house.

LEE:
I thought the old lady owned it.

Well, more to the point,
where's the money gone?

180,000 quid?
That's a lot of money.

Yeah.

He certainly wasn't using it
to pay off his debt.

He had final demands
all over the shop.

Reminded me of home.

Check his bank statements.
Talk to his solicitor.

Find out exactly when Denis

took possession
of his mother's house.

You've got a visitor, ma'am.
Superintendent's office.

A Mr. Greenlees.

And, of course, I know
you'll feel free to say anything

that you think is necessary.

Ah, Superintendent.
Mr. Greenlees.

How do you do, Mr. Greenlees?

I'm chairman of the Police
Consultative Committee.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

All right.

Nice to see you, Bob, Peter.

Well, what can I do for you,
Mr. Greenlees?

Well, you may not be aware,
Superintendent,

but there's a lot of fear
in this community.

Some would say justifiably so.

People here feel the police
are fighting a losing battle

against crime.

Public confidence is very low.

Well, we do our best.

GREENLEES:
Do you?

This morning, Superintendent,
two of your officers,

D.S. Cromwell
and a colored chap,

came to see me in my office.

On entering,
I found them rifling

through a pile of the club's
private correspondence.

Really?

Did you confront the officers?

I didn't.

To be honest, I couldn't quite
believe what was happening.

I mean, it's not the sort of
behavior you expect

from police officers.

Quite.
I appreciate that.

Well, I assure you,

I'll look into the matter and
speak to the officers involved.

I do apologize.

Fine.

We'll say no more about it,
then.

We all want you to apprehend
the murderers, Superintendent,

but we're not the criminals.

I see no reason why
we should be treated as such.

Quite.

CROMWELL:
I wasn't rifling his office.

I just picked it up.

TENNISON:
So you don't deny it, then.

It wasn't his property.
It was addressed to Carradine.

If I'd asked, do you really
think he'd have given it to us?

Well, you didn't give him
a chance, did you?

Look, he's chairman of the
Police Consultative Committee.

That doesn't make him God,
does it?

It does not make him a criminal,
either.

Now, you listen to me.

You may behave like this
with D.C.l. Raymond,

but you do not with me.

Do you understand?

BAKARI:
Yes, gov.

You're lucky
he didn't make a complaint.

Go on.
Out, the pair of you.

And if you're looking
for any favors,

you're looking
in the wrong place.

Understand?

One more, you're out.

Basically,
Denis was a very kind man.

He had his problems,
but, then, we all do.

Problems?

Well, he was 46 years old and
still living with his mother.

I think underneath
he was quite a lonely person.

We were actually at school
together.

My father
was his parents' solicitor,

so it seemed like
a natural progression

that I should take over.

It's very sad.

It is.

Well, thanks for your help,
Mrs. Henry.

I won't keep you any longer.

MARIA:
My pleasure.

Let me show you out.

Polly, what are you doing?

Borrowing a fiver.

You were busy, Mummy.

I'm not supposed to disturb you
when you're busy, remember?

[Laughs]

Children.
Who'd have them?

Not me.
Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Yes, well, will you please make
sure the magistrate understands

we need Sheila Bower
in our custody?

Thank you, Constable.

Christ.
Whose side are they on?

Definitely not ours.

I get the distinct impression
that we're the bad guys.

Richard.

Do you fancy a drink?

I've got to retile the bathroom.

Gov, are you all right?

All right?
What do you mean?

Of course I'm all right.

See you tomorrow.

Yeah. See you tomorrow.

Micky Thomas, ma'am.

He's dead.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Saves us the expense of a trial.

Shit!

[Sighs]

[Thunder rumbles]

[ Indistinct conversations]

BARTENDER:
Yes?

A whiskey and soda, please.

- BARTENDER: With ice?
- No.

I hear young Micky's
turned terminal.

Looks like there will have to be
an inquiry.

I'll manage,
no thanks to wallies like you.

You won't.

A word of advice.

Don't think
you can come down here

and teach us how to do our jobs,
all right?

I'm gonna have to go, Pete.

Goodbye.

It's not what you think.

How's your wife, by the way?

She's fine.

Still getting it regularly,
which you're obviously not.

[Piano music plays]

Large Scotch, Scotch and soda,
and a gin and tonic.

Yes, all right.
I'm coming.

A large Scotch, a Scotch and
soda, and a gin and tonic!

There is a queue, you know.

Dad, please.
P-People are complaining.

PAUL:
Who?

I own 30% of this club.

I greatly resent
being told how to behave,

especially by my son
in my own club.

Now, I'll have my drinks,
please.

HAMISH:
Dad, p-please!

Paul's under enormous stress,
you know,

with this inquiry business.

You should stop him drinking.

I mean, you are his wife.

What difference does that make?

[ Cork pops 1

I'll tell you,

I've had four months of hell
since he was suspended.

Our sex life
is practically nonexistent.

Some nights he doesn't even
bother to come home.

PAUL: Come on, Hamish.
Get it right, for Pete's sake.

No, no. Your money's no good
round here, Paul.

These are on me.

Do the honors, Hamish.

The boys in blue are taking
the night off, are they, Pete?

I'm sure that would make
Denis Carradine very happy.

WOMAN:
This is a staff announcement.

Carol Lewis, please report
to customer services.

Carol Lewis
to customer services.

Thank you.

[Dialing]

[Ringing]

-[ Click, beep]
- Oh, hello.

DR. SCHOFIELD: Hello.
This is Dr. Patrick Schofield.

Would you please leave a message
after the tone?

[Beep]

Hello, Dr. Patrick Schofield.

This is...Superintendent
Jane Tennison calling.

Um...l just want --
Um...

Well, I was gonna leave
a message that...

I'll -- I'll call you back.

Bye.

[Beep]

Oh, you idiot.

I hope he's not driving tonight.

We'll get a cab.

Very wise.

Good-looking man.

He's a wanker.

Paul, will you stop using
such language!

I can't bear it.

PAUL:
Oh, dear.

You can't bear it.

How frightfully infra dig of me.

If you'll excuse me, Maria.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Don't apologize to me.
I'm not your wife.

Do yourself a favor, Paul.

Stop drinking
before you really blow it.

Now, listen.

Yes, yes.
I'm sorry.

It's just that Denis
being murdered like that...

Paul, listen.
I've got to talk to you.

L-Lynne gone?

Yes. She had a headache.

I think everyone's a bit upset

about what happened
to poor Denis.

GREENLEES: I know. I know.
It's beyond belief.

Peter Raymond tells me
one of the thugs

actually jumped off a balcony
at the Larchmont

trying to escape.

MARIA:
Did they catch him?

He died, unfortunately.

Well, I suppose
that's some sort of justice.

There are two distinct lines
of bruises on the neck --

one upper, one lower.

Now, note the petechial
hemorrhaging

flowering up
from the lower contusions

to cover the neck and face.

This is absolutely consistent
with death by strangulation.

The pressure of blood in
the vessels above the ligature

is massively increased,
and they burst.

However, in this case,

the flex was found around
the upper area of bruising.

There should be no hemorrhaging
below it.

Is there any significance to
the scarf tied around the flex?

Mm-hmm.
Stops the skin burning.

It's not uncommon
in autostrangulation.

The person wants
the sexual stimulation

of the hypoxic state,

but he also wants to control
the pain.

Autostrangulation?

I thought you said
this wasn't self-inflicted.

It wasn't.
[ Chuckles ]

Whoever did this was trying to
make it look as though it was.

Hmm?

There are scratches
and abrasions

to the rear of the neck
and bruising to the shins.

Hmm?

Looks as if he was garroted
from behind.

So the assailant
is likely to have been a man?

That's a very sexist assumption,
Superintendent.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

86.7% likely to have been a man.

Hmm.

Ah, Jane.

Fancy a spot of breakfast?

Do I have a choice?

KERNAN:
No.

Well, I hope you're paying,
Mike.

I am.

So, to what do I owe this honor?

Michael Thomas.

You realize there's gonna
have to be an inquiry.

Good.

Superintendent Mallory and
his mates deserve all they get.

You were heading
the investigation, Jane.

Now, look,
that wasn't down to me.

That was down to the local plod.

That is not what I hear
from D.C.l. Raymond.

D.C.l. Raymond's an asshole.

He's been transferred out of
every nick he's ever been in.

Hold on.

Your opinion of him
is totally irrelevant.

He is the local D.C.l.,

and you've overstayed
your welcome.

Now, you've nicked the culprits,
so let him get on with it.

Well, I'm very sorry to have
to tell you this, Mike,

but Micky Thomas did not kill
Denis Carradine.

What do you mean?

TENNISON:
Look, he wasn't tortured.

He was not sexually abused.

Can I help you?

Yeah. I'll have a full
breakfast, please, with tea.

- Yeah, tea, please.
- Okay.

Whoever did this strangled him

and then made it look like
some kind of sex game.

Why?

Plus, he's remortgaged his
mother's house for 180 grand,

and he can't pay his bills.

Where's that money gone?
It doesn't add up.

All right.

But you've got two days, Jane,
and I want a favor in return.

What?

The Police Consultative
Committee meet tonight.

I told Mr. Greenlees
you would be their guest.

Greenlees?
Has he spoken to you?

Someone seems to have
got up his nose.

So keep him sweet, all right?

Politics, Jane.

It's what this job's all about.

Use your social skills.

Oh.

If you've got any.

[Sighs]

I know there's gonna be
an inquiry.

RAYMOND: You're absolutely right
there's gonna be an inquiry.

Michael Thomas died whilst you
were attempting to arrest him,

so you better get your story
straight.

BOOTH: That van just came
out of nowhere.

So write it down.

Good morning.

Well, contrary to rumor,
I am still on the case,

so let's get on with it,
shall we?

Get off the phone, Christine.
Right.

The pathologist has confirmed
that it is murder.

He sets the time of death
at approximately 8:00 p.m.

So, now,
can we place Sheila Bower

at the scene of the crime
at that time?

A woman was seen at the house
early that day,

well-dressed, 4Oish.

So, no, we can't.

And Micky Thomas does not have
a scar on his arm or an earring.

So, if our witness is to be
believed, it's not him either.

BOOTH:
I don't buy it.

I mean, Thomas' prints
were all over the place.

Yeah, but not on the flex.

He probably wiped it.

TENNISON:
What? And left the rest?

No. My guess is they only just
got there.

You see, the pathologist has
said he was strangled first,

then strung up after

to make it look like
some kind of sex game.

Can you imagine a pair of kids
doing that?

Might have bashed his head in
on a run, but not that.

That's too calculated.

BOOTH:
Brilliant.

So where does that leave us,
then?

Looking for the real killer,
Ian.

Not just easy targets.
Novel idea, isn't it?

Micky Thomas is dead, Sheila.

I'm sorry.

You bastards!

You bloody bastards!

You bastards!

TENNISON:
Put her in the chair.

It's all right.

She's now sitting in the chair.

Let her go.
Let her go.

You couldn't get him one way,
so you got him another!

[Cries]

It was an accident, Sheila,
and that's the truth.

You would say that,

and those bastards didn't do
this to my leg, did they?!

Do you want to make a complaint?

What? So your lot can say
I fell over a wall?

Forget it.
You ain't stitching me up.

I didn't see nothing,
and I didn't do nothing!

What are you looking at?

Squatting with Micky,
were you, Sheila?

Samuel Johnston House?

Micky claiming the housing,
was he?

Yeah, up to your neck
in shit and syringes

and hocking your dole cards
come Fridays.

Yeah.
Know it, do you?

I grew up there,
so you can stop pissing about

with all this
"stitch me up" bullshit.

You were there.
Micky was there.

His prints
are all over the shop.

Bollocks!

You don't get it, do you?

You think these bastards
are trying to stitch you up,

and all the time,
you're doing it for them.

They want you to be guilty,
Sheila.

They all do, every one.

You're just another piece
of shit from the Larchmont,

and they're gonna
flush you away.

Now, where were you
8:00 p.m. Sunday night?

Doing a house in Turner Street.

Micky got in
through the kitchen,

but an alarm went off,
so we legged it.

That's why we tried
the other place.

We were speeding.

We didn't even know
he was there.

Well, you sounded like you knew

what you were talking about
in there.

That's always an advantage.

Turner Close.

Uniform confirmed a break-in
at 8:10 on Sunday night.

The alarm was triggered.

I knew it.

Raymond didn't.

Look, I slept with the man,

but I'm not in his pocket,
all right?

So, do you really believe
all that?

As far as the country-club lot
are concerned,

if you're Larchmont,
you're guilty.

TENNISON: Yeah, but they're
not running the case.

I am.

CROMWELL:
Yeah, and do you really think

you're gonna get thanked
for this?

I'm telling you, these people
think they own the place and us.

I mean, Greenlees complains
about the letter,

but is he coming clean?

About what?

There was no VAT investigation
at the club.

I checked.

Oh, really?

- HASKONS: Gov.
-[ Knock on door]

Come on in, Rich.
You're one of the girls.

Sorry, but there's something
you should take a look at.

LEE:
On the 23rd of June,

180 grand gets paid
into Carradine's bank account.

Right.

And on the very same day,

he writes a check for exactly
the same amount to an H. Torres.

HASKONS:
Hernandes Torres & Partners

are the company
that bought your Burdett House.

I got the details
from the land registry.

They're based somewhere
in the Bahamas.

Yeah, and their contact number
in this country

is Pitt-Henry-James & Partners.

Maria Henry.

That's Denis' solicitor.

See what she knows,

and get this VAT business
sorted out once and for all.

Not you, Chris. Not with
your sneaky little fingers.

Don't want another complaint,
do we?

Thank you, Jane.

So, you can tell us nothing

of Hernandes Torres & Partners,
then?

Other than they used this firm
as a local office, no.

It's quite a common practice.

Why would it be common practice

for a firm of Panamanian lawyers
to use your office?

I'm afraid I can't answer that,
Sergeant.

I'm bound by the client
confidentiality act.

You'd get me struck off.

Look, can I ask
what all this is about?

Mr. Carradine seems to have paid

a large sum of money
to this company.

We'd like to know why.

I'm sorry. As I say,
I can't comment on that.

I don't follow, Mrs. Henry.

You represented Denis
and his mother.

You also represent
the Torres Partners.

Denis pays Torres £180,000,

and yet you seem to be saying
you knew nothing about it.

What I'm actually saying,
Sergeant,

is that for me to make
any comment at all

would be a breach
of my client's confidentiality

and, therefore, unlawful.

Look, off the record,

if, as I think you're
suggesting, Sergeant,

Denis chose to buy into
an offshore company,

then he probably did so
to keep his investment private.

He's quite within his rights
to do that.

It's perfectly legal,

and I wouldn't have to know
anything about it.

[ Buzzing 1

Well, then, thank you for being
so frank, Mrs. Henry.

Could you tell us anything
about the sale of Burdett House?

Not really.

Other than some
minor conveyancing,

this office had nothing to do
with the purchase.

Any idea
how much they paid for it?

Somewhere in the region
of £300,000.

[ Buzzing 1

Jane, I said no calls.

Look, I'm sorry to be blunt, and
believe me, I'd like to help,

but what's all this got to do
with Denis' murder?

That's what we need to find out.

BAKARI: Hamish, either
the police were called in

or they weren't.

Now, which one was it?

Look, I've been told n-not
to say anything, all right?

No, it's not all right.

If no one is gonna talk to us,

how the hell are we expected

to find who murdered
Denis Carradine?

I thought you already had.

[ Door closes ]

Are you gonna tell us or what?

They treated him like shit,
you know.

A bit like me, really.

He used to laugh and say
we'd m-make a good team.

He showed them, though.

He had his hand in the till
for m-months.

They never even knew.

He used to fiddle the accounts
to h-hide it.

So, when did they discover this?

Last week.

They got Raymond in
to sort it out.

D.C.l. Raymond?

HAMISH:
Yeah.

MAN:
Hamish!

Look, I've...got --
I've got to go.

Yo, yo, yo!

[Laughs]

These are firing, man!

You can do this professional,
you know.

HAMISH:
Yeah?

Tell my old m-man.

He thinks working here's
all I'm g-good for.

Well, he's wrong.

Who is your dad?

P-P-Paul.

P-Paul Endicott.

Hey, I know her.

That's -- What's her name?

Polly.

She's the daughter
of that solicitor.

MAN:
Hamish!

M-Maria Henry, yeah.

Yeah.

Nice woman.

Close friend of my father's.

No. I'm just her daughter.

Well, I'm not responsible
for the telephone bill.

[ Knock on door]

No. I'm gonna have to go, okay?

Yeah, yeah.
I'll tell her.

[ Knock on door]

Mum not in?

No.

She was.
She's gone to work.

Good.

Hair's nice.

You gonna invite me in, then?

TENNISON: Why wasn't I told
that Denis Carradine

was caught embezzling funds
from the Huntington Club?

What?

TENNISON:
You heard me.

You went there last week.

You interviewed him,
and he was subsequently sacked.

Who told you that?

They wanted it kept discreet.

I didn't think it was relevant.

Bollocks!

I'm the senior officer here.

I'll decide what's relevant.

And if I find

that you're covering up
for someone, Raymond,

I swear I will mark
your card good.

I've got a tenner.

What is it?

Speed or something.
Who cares?

Tenner

We're not gonna get very much
with that, are we?

Look, I don't like him
coming here, Pol.

Don't be stupid.

These old farts would never know
the difference.

Yeah, but my old man would.

Any old excuse
and I'll be out on my ear.

Yeah.
He's all talk.

Yeah, well, one of these days
he's gonna open his lying mouth

and I'm gonna put my fist in it.

Hello?

Yeah?

Hello.

Do you speak English?

Oh, come off it, Chris.
She's a solicitor.

She has a legal responsibility

to protect
her clients' interests.

What?
Fancy her, do you?

I could show her
the error of her ways, yeah.

Richard, Burdett House.

Have you heard anything
from the council?

Not a lot.

10 minutes of Mantovani
and the line went dead.

God.
Someone must know something.

If they do, they're not saying.

H. Torres, a partnership
of Panamanian lawyers.

Totally legit

and totally uninterested
in answering any questions.

CROMWELL:
Oh, what a surprise.

What about this woman
seen earlier at Denis'?

Got a description?

BOOTH: Not much.
I rechecked.

She could have had red hair.

CROMWELL:
Maria Henry's got red hair,

and Denis had been phoning her
all week.

We got a printout from B.T.

TENNISON:
Now, that's interesting.

Richard, let's you and I pay her
a social visit.

Now, anyone been
to Burdett House yet?

For God's sakes.
Come on, Richard.

Come on!

They all look the same
and smell the same.

HASKONS: You know what the
Russians call them, don't you?

TENNISON:
No. What?

HASKONS
Stakapal.

TENNISON:
What's this one called again?

HASKONS:
Fort Larchmont,

otherwise known
as the Larchmont Estate.

Larchmont Estate.

It makes it sound pretty,
doesn't it,

like somewhere you might
actually want to live.

[ Chuckles ]

300 grand for this lot?
Someone's having us on.

I think it's time to have a talk
to Mrs. Henry.

I understand that,
for legal reasons,

you feel unable
to comment on this case

or grant us access
to any of your files.

That's correct.

I honestly feel I've been
as frank as I dare be.

Divorced, aren't you,
Mrs. Henry?

I'm sorry,
but what's my private life

got to do
with this investigation?

Well, you see,
we're trying to build up

a profile of Denis Carradine
and all his friends.

Now, when was the last time
you spoke to Mr. Carradine?

Well, I don't really know.

Over a week ago.
It was at the club.

Oh.

Oh, we have...

We have a record of
Denis Carradine's phone calls

that show that he called you
three times

on the day that he was murdered.

Really?

Do they show
I actually spoke to him?

I do have a secretary, you know.

I do have an answer phone.

Messages are all logged
in the diary, Superintendent.

Please be my guest.

[ Chuckles ]

This is just a formality,

and I'm sorry
to have to ask you this,

but could you tell me
where you were

on the night
that Denis was murdered --

that is between
about 7:00 and 9:00?

Am I a suspect in this case?

No, no.

I don't think anyone
is suggesting that.

MARIA:
Good.

Having dinner with Paul Endicott
and his wife at the club.

20 or 30 people can give us
an alibi

if you really think
it's necessary.

You may find it quaint,
Superintendent,

but I have a reputation
in this town,

and it's very important to me.

In future,
before you doubt my honesty,

please check your facts first.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I am rather busy.

Are we to understand
that the girl you arrested

in connection with this murder
has been released?

Yes.
We couldn't hold her any longer.

However, she has been charged
with breaking and entering.

MAN:
And we all know what that means.

Look, sir, I understand
your disappointment,

but burglary's not murder.

Now, Michael Thomas
is already dead.

I'm sure you wouldn't want us
to charge Sheila Bower

with something she didn't do,

something upon which
we could get no conviction.

WOMAN: It's easy to ridicule
middle-class values,

Superintendent,

but we have rights, too.

We want to protect
what we worked for.

Actually, we've been
relatively lucky so far.

If we'd have had the Ranley
Housing Association development

right on our doorstep,

we'd have been in real trouble.

Housing Association?

WOMAN:
Oh, there was a dreadful fuss,

and there's been
an investigation

into the sale of a place called
Burdett House.

The chief planning officer,
Paul Endicott, was suspended.

Investigation?

WOMAN:
It was a witch hunt, more like.

Ask James Greenlees.

He'll tell you.

He's chairman
of the Housing Committee.

He had to head the damn thing.

It was absurd.
Do you remember?

[ Dog barking 1

TENNISON:
Burdett House, okay.

Now, let's assume that Denis put
his 180 grand into buying it.

Thanks.
It was £300,000.

Where did the other 120,000
come from?

- He must have had a partner.
- Well done, Sherlock.

Right.
Anything else, anyone?

Well, maybe he offered Denis
some sort of deal

and Maria did the conveyancing
with the council.

TENNISON:
Good.

Run a financial check on her,

and I want to see
those office files.

Get a court order
if you need to.

I want to see how she reacts.

-[ Telephone rings]
- Hello? Tennison.

Greenlees is chairman
of the Housing Committee.

He's Endicott's boss.

He's got to be involved,
as well.

Oh, come on, Chris.
You've got no proof of that.

TENNISON:
I want Greenlees interviewed

and here at the nick,
not all nice and comfy at home.

Christ. Being a Tory councilor's
not a cardinal sin.

He lied about Denis
getting the sack!

Well, that don't mean
he killed him, does it?

TENNISON:
Will you shut up, please?!

No.
Sorry, not you.

No.
What did you say?

Well, thank you.

Denis Carradine's car
was found torched

outside Maria Henry's house
last night.

I want that court order.

So, why should someone steal
Denis Carradine's car,

park it outside your house...

...and then set light to it?

For God's sake,
I keep telling you,

I have no idea!

It's probably those yobs
on the estate that you let go.

Oh, it was all a coincidence,
was it?

Don't really expect us
to believe that,

do you, Mrs. Henry?

Well, quite frankly,
I don't care what you believe.

It happens to be the truth.

Mrs. Henry,
I'm obliged to inform you

that we've applied for a court
order to search your premises

and impound any documents
relevant to this case.

Thank you.

MARIA:
This is outrageous.

I mean, some joyrider leaves
a car outside my house

and you're gonna raid my office?

You leave us no alternative.

I hope it doesn't do too much
damage to your reputation.

- Hello.
- Hello.

What's going on?

Where the hell were you
last night?

With friends!

I told you I was staying over --

You liar!

You were
at the Larchmont Estate.

If you're using drugs,
I'll kill you!

Polly.

I'm sorry.

Please, darling.

Sit down, please.

Well...

Oh, this is absurd.

Good God, can't we leave the man
some dignity?

All right.
All right.

Denis was...

homosexual.

He was seen at certain pubs
and clubs.

That's why he needed the money,
to pay for their services.

Now you know why I would have
preferred to keep this private.

Really?
And who saw him at these clubs?

The chief inspector
would like a word in his office.

Yeah.

When we're finished.

So, who saw him, Mr. Greenlees?

Now, Inspector.

I'll be back in five minutes.

I expect Mr. Greenlees to be
here when I get back.

GEOFF:
Eight quid?

You've got to be joking.

It's all I've g-g-got.

Please, Geoff.

[Sighs]

Oh, go on, then.

Seeing as it's you.

Santa's arrived.

Do the honors, then, Hamish.

Chop-chop.
A couple of Bacardi and Cokes.

That all right for you, Pol?

Yeah.
Great.

Well, come on, then, Hamish.

Chop-chop.
On the double.

P-Polly, s-she's underage.

You want to get that
s-seen to, mate.

T-Two B-Bacardi and C-Cokes,
all right?

N-No, I c-can't.

Right.

Well, I'll s-serve myself, then.

Fast hands, boy.

Fast hands.

P-put that b-back!

M-make me.

Hamish, is your father here?

Mom, this is Geoff.

I don't believe it.

I mean, look at you two.
You could be sisters.

Can I get you a drink,
Mrs. Henry?

MARIA: No, thank you.
Polly and I are leaving.

Surely, you could stop
for a drink, Mrs. Henry.

I'm buying.

Now, Polly.

Please, darling.
Come on.

Mrs. Henry,
I have the police on the phone.

Your secretary gave them
the number.

They say it's rather urgent.

Right.
I'd better be going.

See you later, Mrs. Henry.

- Polly.
- Yes.

No. Wait.
I'll come with you, Geoff.

Polly, wait!
Please!

Yes, 3:00.
I'll be there. Okay.

Polly!
Polly!

[Sighs]

So, we're just coming up
behind the stolen car.

And moving alongside.

[Beep]

And this is the frame we got.

MAN: Look out.
He's moving off.

And that's it after enhancement.

BOOTH: Do you recognize him,
Mrs. Henry?

No.

I'm sure
I've never seen him before.

No.
I'm positive.

Lynne?

Hamish cut his hand.

Well, he's dropped blood
all over the carpet.

Hamish!

Paul, he's hurt his hand!

Hamish, why aren't you at work?

I ...

Oh, for God's sake.

...w-was!

You weren't.
I was just there.

I thought you weren't going to
the club, Paul.

I had to go and talk
to Jimmy Greenlees

about that council meeting
tonight.

[ Scoffs ]

PAUL:
Hamish!

[ Doorbell rings]

Mr. Endicott?
Superintendent Tennison.

This is Detective Sergeant
Cromwell.

Well, we didn't see him
socially.

We might occasionally bump
into him at the club.

That was about all.

CROMWELL: So you had
no business connection

with Mr. Carradine, then, no?

PAUL
No.Why?

CROMWELL: I understand
that you were involved

in the sale of Burdett House.

Did you know that
Denis Carradine was involved

in the development company
that bought it?

No, I didn't.

Was the sale of Burdett House
entirely your decision?

Mine?
[Laughs]

You obviously have no idea how
local government works, do you?

Perhaps you should go
on a course, Sergeant.

Do you people have courses
for things like that?

Or would you like me
to lecture on one?

I mean,
I am tremendously available.

No.
A vote was taken -- a vote --

a democratic vote of the whole
planning committee, all right?

CROMWELL: And who decided
the selling price?

Look, you and I both know

that this has got bugger all
to do with Denis.

What's going on here
is an abuse of my privacy,

and I'm not gonna have it.

Mr. Carradine's solicitor puts
the selling price

at around £300,000

for 200 acres of prime land.

Would you not agree that that's
well below the market price?

There's a council meeting
tonight.

Why don't you ask them?

Now, if you will excuse me...

Denis Carradine's solicitor
Maria Henry,

she's a friend of yours,
isn't she?

My private life
is my own affair.

It's mine. It's got sod all
to do with you lot.

Lynne, these ladies are leaving.

[ Indistinct shouting]

Once again, Mr. Chairman,

we discover a favored developer
bidding less

and still being awarded
the contract!

[Cheers and applause]

And not because of the efficacy
of its proposal. Oh, no!

Because it suits the political
aspirations of this council!

GREENLEES:
Point of order!

Point of order!

Mr. Mason, sit down.

It is exactly this climate
of witch hunt and hysteria

whipped up by the opposition
and the press

that has hampered
this internal inquiry...

[ indistinct shouting]

...and caused the delay in
the publication of our findings.

Yet again we are faced
with the evidence

of the corrupt and secretive way

this council conducts
its business!

[Cheers and applause]

Withdraw that remark!

Why?
It's the truth!

Point of order!
Point of order!

Mr. Mason,
if you don't sit down,

I shall have to have you
removed!

[ Crowd booing ]

You should be removed!

GREENLEES:
Point of order!

[ Gavel bangs]

Stewards!

Clear the chamber!

[ Indistinct shouting]

This meeting
is now formally adjourned!

Set her down, please!

[Grunts]

Police officer!

She's got a warrant
you pillock!

This is typical of your conduct

since your arrival in this
borough, Superintendent.

From your failure to control
your officers

to your harrying
of innocent people.

I believe your entire agenda
has been politically motivated.

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

Have you got any comments to
make about that, Superintendent?

Superintendent!

You wanted to see me?

What is this all about?

Democracy in action?

[ Chuckles ]

It didn't happen like that.

A politically motivated
witch hunt?

Greenlees wants us off the case.

KERNAN:
He's not the only one.

Cromwell's suspended.
You're back here, as from now.

Raymond's taking over.

- Oh, now, look --
- KERNAN: No. You look.

You've got no bloody case.

Burdett House
is definitely a part --

Don't give me
that conspiracy crap.

I don't want to hear it.

All right.
All right.

Well, let me put it this way.

Supposing some hairy little
left-wing journalist

got hold of the story

that the Met did nothing

about a major council fraud
associated with a murder.

Conspiracy's exactly
what they'd call it.

[Laughs]

Well, I don't know,

but the press do have
a funny way of finding out

about these things, don't they?

Are you threatening me?

I want Cromwell
back on the case.

Politics, Mike.

That's what it's all about.

Get a result, Jane.

Of course, sir.

[Vomiting ]

MARIA:
Where have you been?

You've had me worried sick.

Drink too much, did he?

Don't be so bloody facetious.

I asked you a question.

With Geoff, all right?
I stayed with Geoff.

You've got your lover,
and I've got mine.

You stupid little slut!

Yeah.

Well, at least mine's
not cheating on his wife.

MARIA
Polly!

Polly, please!

[ Door closes ]

Well, what are we gonna do?

Oh, for God's sakes!
Stop your sniveling!

[Telephone rings]

Christine.

I wanted to have a few words
about personal security.

[Laughs]

Yeah.

You may well laugh, lads, but
it's better safe than sorry.

Look, about this
damage limitation...

Taking to wearing nappies,
have you, Josh?

All right.
Out, the lot of you.

Sparing my feelings?

Greenlees phoned Kernan.
Kernan saw the newspaper.

So I'm off the case.

Look, Chris,
Greenlees has set himself up

as the unofficial spokesman
of this community,

and this community, for reasons
best known to itself,

accepts him as such.

Now, we serve this community,

so, regardless
of our opinion of him,

he is entitled to our courtesy.

CROMWELL:
Oh, you were there.

Bloody hell!
His sort are so good

at yelling for the kind of
courtesy they're entitled to,

there's sod all left
for anyone else!

He scared you off
just like the rest.

You were out of line
in Greenlees' office,

and you were out of line
last night.

Have you finished?

No, I have not,
so shut up and sit down!

I put my job on the line for you
this morning.

Don't know why, 'cause you sure
as hell haven't earned it.

So start.

Am I not suspended?

It's on hold.

I want Denis Carradine's
killers.

Chris, I want them all.

I know you can help us get them.

Just don't let your pride
blow it for us, all right?

Right.

Well, where's Raymond?
He's not gonna be pleased.

You bastards.

[ Indistinct shouting]

Police!
Open the door!

Right. In you go.

[Thud]

[ Indistinct shouting]

[Siren wails]

Geoff?

That's why they call them
the filth!

Right little slag, aren't you?

Geoff.

All right.

How much?

Now, come on.

You don't think I'm gonna do it
for nothing, do you?

Can't afford it, eh?

You got your mummy's problem.

Two slags in one family.
I should have known.

I don't understand.

Why are you doing this to me?

Aw.

Does little Polly
want to know why?

I mean, Denis knew
about the council fraud,

and we knew he was desperate
for money,

but we're still no closer
to the actual killers.

Maria and Endicott
have both got alibis.

They could have paid someone.

Yeah.

Why pay someone
to kill the blackmailer?

You might as well just pay
the blackmailer.

HASKONS:
They couldn't, anyway, gov.

She's skint.
We've checked her accounts.

And Endicott's in the middle
of this inquiry.

He daren't.

Which puts us
back to square one.

BAKARI:
Pull Maria in, gov.

What have we got to lose?

A lot.
She's been to law school.

She'll run legal rings
around us.

Got a female downstairs, ma'am,
name of Henry.

She doesn't look too good.

[Laughs]

Bloody hell.

She's brought herself.

Dinner on a plate.

The doctor's on his way.

Who did this to you, Polly?

A man -- Geoffrey Brennan.

I want him arrested!
Bastard!

Okay.

Does your mother know
you're here?

What does she care?

She wanted this to happen.

What are you talking about?

He got thrown out of the army.

She kept telling me
not to go near him,

acted like she hated him.

All right.
All right.

Now, just -- just calm down.

Tell me what happened.

She saw us at the club
yesterday.

Mm-hmm.

She freaked.

I went back with him
to stay the night.

When she found out,
she went mad --

completely mad.

Called me a slut
in front of Paul.

Paul?
Who's Paul?

Her boyfriend, Paul Endicott.

You know,
it's all right for her.

She can do whatever she likes.

But when it's me, she starts
screaming and shouting!

Right.
So you went back to Geoff.

I thought he wanted me.

He called me his slag.

He kept laughing and sneering.

He said he'd only done it
with me to get at my mother.

I Wanted to kill him!

And where did this happen?

A flat on the Larchmont Estate.

Tregunter House.

Polly,
can you describe Geoff for me?

Got him!
Josh, get Maria Henry in.

- What on?
- Nothing.

Just tell her her daughter's
been beaten up,

but keep them apart.
Don't want them together.

Ian, you entertain her.
You're good at that.

- The rest of you, come with me.
- Where?

The Larchmont Estate,

to arrest Geoffrey Brennan for
the murder of Denis Carradine.

Who the bloody hell's
Geoffrey Brennan?

I don't know,

but he's bound to be
another bloody Tory councilor.

Hey, Derek.

What's going on?

D.C.l. Raymond's
just nicked Sheila Bower

and smashed up the squat.

It's not a great idea.

Who sanctioned this?

Your chief superintendent.

Evidently felt the squatter
and drug problem

was getting out of hand.

Oi! Oi!

Excuse me.

Oh, it's all a bloody game,
isn't it?

[ Baby crying 1

Gov.

[ Knock on door]

Mr. Brennan.
Police.

Police.

Anyone?

Gov.

[ Dog barking 1

TENNISON:
It'll be half an hour soon.

Well, where the hell is he?

It's all right.
Here he is.

Two in a week.

Still, think of the overtime,
eh?

Ma'am, looks like
we may have a witness.

Then there was this couple
in this green Jeep-type thing,

parked up right in the middle
of all the aggravation.

I thought to myself,

"You leave it there,
and you're asking for trouble."

Then this bloke gets out.

So, this Jeep, was that sort of
like a Range Rover or...

Oh, I don't know.

And when I came back up again,

he was banging
on matey boy's door.

George, would you recognize
this man again?

Well,
I was keeping my head down.

He was tall.

Yeah, maybe.

What about the other person?

No.
I only saw her for a second.

Lovely red hair, though.

Long?

No, only to about here.

Hmm.

Now, look, if I've been dragged
down here under false pretences,

I shall be making a complaint.

That is your prerogative.

Burdett House.

We know Denis Carradine
bought it from the council.

It cost somewhere in the region
of £300,000.

Very cheap for such a large
property, wouldn't you say?

I wouldn't really know.

We were only involved
in the conveyancing.

It was a crumbling heap.

With planning permission
to build luxury homes.

Inside information, Maria,
that you knew.

Paul Endicott told you.

The council had to sell Burdett
House as quickly as possible

to stop a housing cooperative
from buying it.

Not the right kind of people.

The buyers stood to make
a fortune.

You and Denis.

Were you his silent partner,
Maria?

No!

That would be both illegal
and unethical.

CROMWELL:
Yes,

exactly what the council's
gerrymandering policy was.

And when it blew up
in their faces

and they withheld
planning permission,

you and Denis were left holding
a property worth nothing.

That is pure speculation,
and you know it.

[Clears throat]

How would you define your
relationship with Paul Endicott?

He's a friend.

Our families meet socially.

So any suggestion

that you're involved
in a sexual relationship

would be quite untrue?

His wife is a friend of mine,
Superintendent.

I see.

And when did you last see
Mr. Endicott?

I don't really know.
A few days ago.

Really?
Didn't you see him this morning?

Absolutely not.
Who told you that?

TENNISON:
Your daughter, Polly.

You see, she seems to think

that the two of you have been
having an affair for months.

Mrs. Henry?

Have you interviewed her?

Polly is 15, Superintendent.
She's a minor.

It is unlawful
to interview a minor

without a parent or guardian
present.

You are aware of that.

Polly came to us
with a complaint.

We investigated.
She wasn't interviewed.

I hope not.

For your sake.

And Mr. Endicott?

Is a friend.

That's all.

I see.

We've compiled an I.D.
of the man seen earlier

at Denis Carradine's house
on the night of the murder.

The description matches
a man called Geoffrey Brennan.

- Do you know him?
- No.

This is Geoffrey Brennan.

This is the man who stole
Denis Carradine's car

and set fire to it
outside your house,

the man we showed you
on the video.

Do you still maintain
you do not recognize him?

Yes.
I've already told you.

Did you know your daughter
was sleeping with him?

What are you talking about?

She's 15.

And that she says that you met
them together yesterday.

Yesterday?

Yes, at the Huntington Club.

Well, yes, I met someone there,
but he didn't look like that.

Oh, you're gonna have to do
better than that, Maria.

The only way
you could have obtained

this so-called information,
Superintendent, is illegally.

If so, you're gonna be
in a great deal of trouble.

Your daughter came here
with her face in a mess

and accused Geoffrey Brennan
of attacking her.

Now, we went to arrest him
and found him dead.

It's as simple as that.

I don't believe that.

Well, you believe what you like.

You see, we have a description
of a man and a woman

seen at the time
of Geoffrey Brennan's murder

that matches you
and Paul Endicott.

See, I think that you
and your lover

conspired to murder
Denis Carradine

and employed Geoffrey Brennan
to do it,

and, subsequently,
when he threatened you,

the pair of you got rid of him.

If you really believed that,
you'd charge me.

All right, so, she's not gonna
stick her hand up.

I don't know.

Maybe there's something
in her office.

No way.
She's too sure of herself.

Covered her tracks.

God, what a bitch.

So, what now?

Oh, Richard, any news
from Brennan's flat?

Yeah. Looks like he was attacked
with a hammer.

Bit of luck, we should get
something off it.

Forensic reckon
he was given a right whacking.

Let's get Maria printed.
Get a court order.

Where's Endicott?

Interview room, gov.

He's got a solicitor with him.

Right.
Let's have a crack at him.

Good luck, gov.

Geoffrey Brennan
was found murdered at his flat

on the Larchmont Estate
at 1:15 today.

God.

Well, it wasn't me.

Maria Henry and you
are good friends, aren't you?

Yes.
Yes, we are.

Very good friends.

She is a family friend.

That you sleep with.

Were the two of you involved

in the fraudulent purchase
of Burdett House?

No, that's not true.

Well, wasn't it you

who actually recommended the
sale to the planning committee?

I told you, it was a vote.

TENNISON: Actually, I think
the whole scam was your idea.

You see, we know
there is a connection

between the sale
of Burdett House

and Geoffrey Brennan's murder.

Well, it wasn't me.

I do-- I-I-I didn't --

We have a witness who saw a tall
man and a red-haired woman

in a green four-wheel drive
at the time of the murder.

MAN:
My client is under no oblig--

Your friend Maria Henry
has red hair,

and you drive a green Monterey.

Look, I wasn't there.

Well, where were you at 12:00?

I went out for a walk.

Where?
Did anyone see you?

No.

My client is under no obligation

to answer these questions,
Superintendent.

Oh, that's right.
Oh, that's a very good idea.

Say nothing, Paul,

because I think that
you and Maria paid Brennan

to murder Denis Carradine,

and it doesn't matter
what you say.

That's what
I'm gonna charge you with.

Well, I think,
better get his prints done.

- Um --
- I'll get a court order.

Look“

I didn't know this Geoffrey
Brennan even existed till today.

That's the truth.

Maria was frightened.

She said
someone was threatening her,

and she asked me to stay over.

Anyway...

Well, that was
when she told me...

Maria -- that she said
she'd done it.

Done what?

Well, that she'd hired Brennan
to kill Denis.

Why?

Because he was going to expose
the Burdett House deal.

He wanted her to bail him out,
but she didn't have the money.

CROMWELL:
If she didn't have the money,

where did she find the cash
to hire Brennan -- you?

No! No!

I told you,
I knew nothing about it.

See, Maria said
she was going to pay Brennan.

She promised him £2,000.

She was gonna give him
half of it up front,

and she did that,

but, well, she didn't have
the rest, and he...

Well, he -- he was --
he threatened her.

He wouldn't wait.
He was furious.

Brennan, he was just completely
out of control,

and...

Well, she said...
that I should pay him off or...

or we'd have to get rid of him,
too.

Is that what you did?

No.

All right.

Paul, if it wasn't you driving
your car with Maria Henry,

who do you think it was?

I don't know.
I really don't.

[Laughs]

Look, the council inquiry
is going to exonerate me.

So, why would I risk all that,
huh?

I think we'd better take
a statement.

You've got to hand it to her,
ain't ya?

I mean, we had the kids
marked down for it.

You did.

HASKONS: Trouble is, have we got
enough to make it stick?

Forensic will sort it out.

BOOTH: If he ever gets his act
together.

- HASKONS: That guy is so slow.
- Yeah.

Greenlees
is gonna exonerate him?

Gov, he's got to be involved.

Chris, I know
he's an arrogant shit,

but that doesn't make him
an accessory after murder.

Forget him.

We haven't got enough
to prosecute these two yet.

Hey up.
He's here.

It's about time.

Right.

Do you want the good news
or the bad news?

The good news.

That hammer we found,

the pathologist thinks
it's a reasonable bet,

the blood grouping
looks good so far,

and it's covered in prints.

Yes!

The bad news is none of them
match Paul Endicott's.

Well, what about Maria Henry?

Sorry.

So far,
there's no forensic evidence

to put either of them
anywhere near that flat.

Not finished yet.

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Buzzing 1

This is Detective Sergeant
Cromwell.

A continuation of the interview
with Maria Henry.

The time is 18:32.

Entering the room,
Superintendent Tennison.

Well, that's not gonna work,
Maria.

Paul Endicott
has made a statement.

He says the murders
are all down to you.

Rubbish.

He signed it.

Brennan strung Denis up

and then pulled down
his trousers and his underpants

to make it look like
some kind of sex game.

He was your oldest friend.

Was that your idea?

You even went to see him
earlier that day.

We've got an I.D., Maria.
Why did you do that?

The right to remain silent
seems to be a concept

you don't fully understand,
Superintendent.

Why remain silent
if you've got nothing to hide?

Why lie?

All right.

I admit I visited Denis.

Look, let's try and clear
this up once and for all.

Denis had been caught embezzling
money from the Huntington Club.

That's why all the phone calls.

I didn't tell you because...

Well, quite frankly,
I was embarrassed.

I've got friends at the club,

and I didn't want the police

crawling all over
my private affairs.

I offered to lend him
some money.

Oh, and did Denis accept
your kind offer of help?

No, of course he didn't, because
you didn't make one, did you?

You can't, Maria.
You're broke.

We know.
We've checked.

All your money's tied up
at the Burdett House scam.

You couldn't even afford
to pay Brennan.

That's completely untrue.

I know nothing about that!

It's all down here
in black and white.

Paul Endicott
is a drunk and a liar.

He's also totally corrupt,
and I can prove it.

He was the one who approached
Denis about Burdett House.

I had nothing to do with it.

In fact, if you check my files,

you'll see I actually advised
Denis against the purchase.

Endicott's been taking kickbacks
for years.

I absolutely deny
everything he says,

and you can't prove otherwise.

Now, I'd like to see
my daughter, please.

- It's all circumstantial.
- What about Polly?

We're gonna have to let her
see her.

No, no, no.
Not yet. Not yet.

Oh, Superintendent.

Paul Endicott's wife phoned me.

She was very upset.

She told me he'd been arrested.

Yes, yes.
That's correct.

See, there was a murder on the
Larchmont Estate this afternoon.

So I understand.

You've got the wrong man,
Superintendent.

I can assure you,

Paul wouldn't be seen dead
on the Larchmont Estate.

Thank you.
We'll bear that in mind.

I take it this is just
an informal interview, then,

and you'll be releasing him
shortly?

Mr. Greenlees, someone is dead.

Now, he may not have been a part
of your inner circle of friends,

but that doesn't mean
he didn't have rights

and someone caved his head in.

Now, I'm in charge of this case,

and I will decide who gets
released and when, all right?

I knew you'd blow it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He hums it, you sing it.

Dick.

-[ Door opens ]
- HASKONS: Gov.

Hamish Endicott.

MAN:
All right.

Let me just get my papers
in order here.

Where do you live now?

I found him down by the canal
behind the estate.

When I walked up to him,
he turns around and says,

"I've killed someone.
You'd better lock me up."

TENNISON: Why did you
want to kill him, Hamish?

He's a b-b-b--

He's a bastard!

He d-didn't d-deserve to live
after what he d-d-did.

What did he do?

You know, to P-P-Polly!

What did he do to Polly?

He r-r-raped her.

And I'd do it again.

Who told you that?

Hamish, who told you
that Brennan raped Polly?

Was that Maria?

No.

She told me.

Because that wasn't true.

S-S-S-She told me.

TENNISON:
Hamish, she was lying.

N-N-N--

I'm n-not saying any-more.

Hamish, who was it in that car
with you?

There was a red-haired woman
in there.

Who was that?
Was that Polly?

No!

Was it Maria?

I told you, it was m-me!

I did it on my own!
Me!

- All right.
- Me!

- All right.
- All right?!

Yeah, all right.

All right, all right, all right.

This is Superintendent Tennison,
7:22.

I'm suspending this interview.

Look. Hamish, look.
I'm turning the tape off.

Get him a tea.
Hot tea, with lots of sugar.

Hamish.

Come and sit down.
Come on.

Come on.
Come on.

It's all right.
It's all right.

Come on.

Look, Denis was a friend
of yours, wasn't he?

Yeah.

He was all right.

He was a friend of Maria's, too,
until she had him killed.

No.

She couldn't.

Listen, you know that Maria
and your father were lovers,

don't you?

Hmm?

Well, she and your father
were involved in a fraud,

and Denis was the front man.

You see, we've got your father
here, Hamish.

He's helping us
with our inquiries.

I don't...b-b-believe you.

It's the truth.

Maria had Denis killed
to stop him from talking.

Here.

You see,
she paid Brennan to kill him,

and then she got you
to get rid of him.

[Sighs]

Oh, she used you, my love.

She used you
just like she used Denis,

just like she used your father.

I mean, for Christ's sake, why
are you trying to protect her?

But sh--

All right. All right.
Play the martyr.

But let me tell you something,
if you don't start talking soon,

then Polly is gonna go down
as an accessory to murder.

And do you know what that means,
Hamish?

That means that Polly
is gonna go to prison.

Do you hear me?
Prison.

It wasn't her, all right?

Well, who was it?

I want to see my daughter.

And I keep telling you,
that is not possible.

Now, where were you
this afternoon?

[ Door opens]

Superintendent Tennison
entering the room at 7:42 p.m.

At 1:00 today,

you were with Hamish Endicott
on the Larchmont Estate.

I was not!
I don't know what you're --

TENNISON: You lied about
your daughter being raped,

and then you sent that...boy out
to do your dirty work for you.

Well, he bungled it, Maria.

He dropped the hammer, and
then he got himself arrested.

He's here.
He's told us everything.

Are you saying Hamish murdered
Geoffrey Brennan?

Well, as if you didn't know,
because you were with him.

You were seen, Maria.

We have a witness who saw
a red-haired woman with him.

Did he say it was me?

Did Hamish say it was me?

Exactly.

Who else could it have been?

I haven't the faintest idea.

It could just as easily
have been my daughter.

Oh, God.
You'd do anything, wouldn't you?

I haven't done anything,
Sergeant.

You've manufactured
a lot of hearsay evidence

that you know won't hold up
in court, and you're panicking!

TENNISON
Polly!

Can you come with us, please?

You too.
Come on.

Geoffrey Brennan is dead, Polly.

What?

No!

No, he can't be!

TENNISON:
He was murdered.

Hamish Endicott killed him.
We know that.

We also know that there was
a red-haired female with him

at the time.

It wasn't me!

I didn't do it!
I didn't!

MARIA: I know, darling. They're
just trying to frighten you.

Now, say nothing.

We want you to answer
some questions.

POLLY:
Oh, Mummy!

Mummy, help me!

It's all right.

Mummy won't let them hurt you,
darling.

She's underage.

You can't touch her,
and you know it.

But I didn't do it!
I didn't do it!

TENNISON:
Polly.

Where were you at 1:00 today,
Polly?

I don't know.

For God's sakes, stop this!

Polly, where were you
at 1:00 today?

Why are you doing this to me?

Oh, you're under 16, Polly.
They can't touch you.

Say nothing!

Did you tell Hamish
that you'd been raped?

What?

Well, who told Hamish
that Geoff had raped you?

Who knew how much he loved you?

Who went out there with him
in his father's car,

this red-haired woman?

Who gave him a hammer,

and who told him
to bash Geoff's head in?

It wasn't me!

For God's sakes!
She's just a child!

POLLY: Mummy! Mummy!
I didn't do it!

What sort of a person
would lie like that

and let Hamish take the blame?

Stop this, and leave her alone!

You know Hamish is going to go
to prison, don't you, Polly?

And you're going with him,
and do you know why?

Because the woman who was
with him is gonna let you.

That's a lie!

I never said it was her,
and you know it!

Oh, no.

No, they're lying.

Darling, I love you.

I wouldn't let anything
happen to you.

Someone must have made
Hamish kill Geoff, Polly.

Oh, Polly, please!

You slept with him!

MARIA:
I didn't!

Polly, I love you!

Liar!

Geoff told me, Mum!

So, if it wasn't you
in that car, who was it, Polly?

Who was that red-haired woman?

Oh, all right!

All right.

I'll tell you.

Just stop this, please.

POLLY:
[ Crying 1

[ Car door opens, closes]

CROMWELL: You did it.
She's admitted everything.

Well done.

TENNISON: She used her daughter,
and we did the same.

What's the difference?

Another retirement
due to ill health.

Give Greenlees a month,

and it'll be as if none of this
ever happened.

Yeah, well,
it's not our job, is it?

It should be.

He's as guilty
as the rest of them.

Politics, Chris.

That's what it's all about.
Politics.

Give me a cigarette, would you?

I didn't know you smoked.

I don't