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Talk about Soho prices.

£4.50 for a cheese toasty!

It's a panini.

It's a rip-off.

Oh, hey, did I tell you
Mark's got engaged?

Congratulations.

He's bringing Theresa...
That's his fiancée...

Round for Sunday
lunch next week.

Huh, you'll be a
nervous wreck, then.

Why? He's not the
one marrying her, is he?

And this cheese smells.

It's supposed to.
It's Gorgonzola.

No, but he's welcoming
her to the family.

It's a very delicate thing.

Actually, I've thought of
a really nice way to do it.

Good for you.

This is the scene of the crime.

Look at the state of this place.

Yeah, well, it's
not finished yet.

Now, in 1987, Stuart
Sharpe was killed

whilst working late

at his brothers'
photographic studio here.

That's what I'm making for her.

A photo montage,
for her computer.

What?

Of pictures of Mark
when he was a little lad.

He sustained head injuries
whilst tackling an assailant

who was thought to be
robbing the premises.

Yeah, Brian, that's
a really nice idea.

Yeah?

Several items went missing,

including an expensive
camera and some rolls of film.

"York Road Regeneration Project.

A fully pedestrianized
retail area."

More shops, that's all we need.

Do you know, I can remember

when shopping was
just a thing you had to do.

Now it's a bloody hobby.

Everybody wandering around
like zombies looking at stuff.

Well, it's better than
what was here before.

I think most people would prefer

to see a delicatessen
or a boutique

than a peep show or a sex shop.

Depends what
you're shopping for.

Anyway, last week, contractors
were stripping out this place

when they made a discovery.

Hidden in the vents in the
toilets were the stolen items.

The serial number on the camera
confirmed where they came from,

the photographer's studio.

Now this really pisses me off.

The Old Trout used to be

a proper good,
old-fashioned boozer.

Full of charm and character.

Full of prostitutes and
pimps, as I remember.

Yeah, that's what I
mean by character.

It's still better than cheap
lager and wide-screen TVs.

Oi, oi, what you doing?

Oi, listen, that's a bit
of London's heritage

you've just thrown away there.

Gerry!

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if you're old and gray ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ Listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's all right, doing fine ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ We're getting to
the end of the day ♪

No, I'm taking it
home with me tonight.

Hi, Dad.

Hello, Emily.

Can I have a word?

- Yeah.
- Excuse me, ma'am.

Yeah, you can have several.
Oh, here, take that in for us.

- She called him "Dad."
- I noticed.

He's not told her, then.

I think he's waiting
for the right time.

So my inspector called
me in for a chat today,

and he's offered to
fast track my promotion.

Oh, wow, that's terrific.

I thought so. If I
carry on at this speed,

I could make detective
superintendent before I'm 40.

Well, if that's what you want.

Anyway, he suggested I get a
more experienced copper on side,

like a mentor.

So, obviously, I thought of you.

Do you reckon you could
put a good word in for me

with Detective
Superintendent Pullman?

Oh.

29th of September 1987.

Stuart was working through the
night here at Sharpe's Images.

Which is something he often did

because during the
day, he was at art college.

Oh, they'd been robbed
on four previous occasions.

Well, then, open late, one
person on the premises.

Must have been an easy target
for any passing smackhead.

Yeah, but this was the first
time there was any violence.

What we now know
is that after the attack,

the assailant ran 50 yards
to The Old Trout pub here

and stashed the stuff.

Hang on. 29th of September.

That was the Soho
Vice Raids, wasn't it?

The killer would have
been right in the middle of it.

There must have
been police everywhere.

That's right.

They were turning over
all the knocking shops.

Yep, Stuart was killed whilst
Soho was virtually locked down.

So no wonder the killer
didn't want to be found

with a bag full of stolen goods.

Yeah, but why didn't
he come back for it later?

I mean, he could have sold it on
when everything had calmed down.

Yeah, the camera.

But they also found an
empty 35mm film canister

and 1 1 rolls of used film,

including the one in the camera.

Which is odd, because only
nine were reported missing.

No resalable value on those.

Forensics are analyzing the
DNA and fingerprints as we speak.

However, they have given
us something in the interim.

So, how was your Emily, then?

Oh, terrific. Yeah.

She just wanted a bit of
fatherly advice, you know.

Forensics have developed
these for us. There we go.

Bloody hell, there's
hundreds of them.

264, to be precise.

That's 1 1 rolls of film
times 24 exposures.

The murderer swiped everything
that was due to be processed

that night.

So maybe he wasn't
interested in cash.

Well, he couldn't have
been interested in these.

It's only weddings
and christenings,

as far as I can see.

A report of what was due
to be processed that night

showed the usual family
stuff, couple of commercial jobs,

that kind of thing.

But then the original
investigating team

traced and questioned
all those clients

and came up with nothing.

But when forensics developed
the film in the camera,

this is what they found.

Fashion shoot.

Cor blimey, you
wouldn't want that

on your mantelpiece, would you?

Especially this one.

Well, what's on the other roll?

Ah!

Hello. Caught in the act.

So, who took these?

A private detective?

Yeah, that's what I'm thinking.

So it could be that the
killer stole all the films

in order to prevent them
from being processed.

Yeah, but which one?

The bloke getting the needle,

or the other one
getting a handful?

Well, that's what
we've got to find out.

Now, Stuart worked with
his two older brothers,

Kevin and Roland.

So we need to talk to
them. Let's start with Roland.

Me and Kev did
our training with Dad,

but Stuart, he had real talent.

He was studying
photography at college.

We could never send
him on wedding jobs.

He'd start out all right,

then he'd get fascinated by
something in the churchyard.

Come back with all these
gorgeous shots of gravestones,

none of the bride.

Then I assume that these
fitted Stuart's usual style.

They're from the film
found in his camera.

Well, Stuart never let anyone
else borrow his camera, never.

Do you recognize the man?

- No.
- What do you make of these?

These are from another
film found with the camera.

They weren't on the
processing docket that night.

Hmm, they're my
other brother, Kevin's.

They're out of
focus, badly framed.

Yeah, he thought he'd have
a go at being a paparazzo.

Thought that's
where the money was.

- What about those two?
- God only knows.

You'll have to ask Kevin.

His wife said he'd
definitely be here

and to look for an old
blue Fiesta or something.

Oh, there you go. Look at that.

- Oh, dear.
- Cheap.

Yeah, yeah.

No, look he hasn't come out yet.

When he comes,
then I'll get the shot.

Then I'll be back at the
office, all right? All right.

- What do you want?
- Kevin Sharpe?

We need to speak to you
about your brother's murder.

Look, can it wait?

I've been hiding here all week,

and I can't afford
to miss this shot.

The sooner you talk to us,

the sooner you
can get back to it.

I don't believe
it. Look, it's him.

Who is it?

I don't know. Probably
some reality-TV idiot.

Oh, bollocks!

You all right?

Does it bloody
well look like it?

You're not very
good at this, are you?

Come on. Up you get. Come on.

Got something to show you.

Recognize them?

Where did you get these?

They were found
in a toilet in a pub.

We suspect that Stuart's
murderer put them there.

Who are they?

Well, the bird is Candy
March, Page 3 stunner,

and he's Denny Clacy,
first division footballer.

You're kidding!

I didn't recognize
him out of focus.

Clacy.

Denny Clacy.

Denny Clacy had his
debut at Leeds United

in Billy Bremner's '85 side.

Then he was transferred
in '86 to Chelsea.

He picked up the
nickname "Psycho,"

because he was a
dirty fouling bastard.

Yeah and he deserved
that injury and all.

Ruptured his cruciate
ligament, never played again.

Where is he now?

Got no idea.

Thank you. You see, that's
the information I actually needed.

Not the Alan Hansen impression.

Ooh!

The lab's have finished
looking at the forensic evidence.

There's no fingerprints, but
they have got a DNA sample.

Any match on the database?

No, but we know we're
looking for a bloke.

Because the sample they
found came from semen.

It was on most of the items.

Semen? Where did that come from?

Cor blimey, Sandra, I
know it's been awhile,

- but even you must...
- Shut up!

I mean, how did it
get on the items?

Well, it must have got there

before it was
stashed in the vent.

It's eight feet up a wall.

Anyway, the lab's have
ruled Stuart or his brothers out

as the source.

They compared the DNA from
the blood found at the crime scene.

Well, there was no
suggestion in the autopsy

that Stuart was
sexually assaulted,

so assuming it was the killer...

Maybe he got overcome
with excitement.

So, we're looking for a
sick... Will you grow up?

We're looking for a sick bastard

who gets his
kicks from violence.

Like, what's his name?

- Denny Clacy.
- Yeah, him.

I think I've got something.

You know, the Soho Vice Raids
were on all the news programs.

Well, I rang the BBC archives,

and they've
uploaded this for me.

Tonight Soho has been the scene

of one of the most extensive
vice raids in London's history.

Dozens of premises
have been searched

and several arrests
have been made

on charges relating to
drugs and prostitution.

Westminster Council have
issued a statement calling this

"a shot across the bows of
criminality and vice in Soho."

Now, this is just
the edited piece.

The BBC archivist
is transferring

a couple of hours
of raw footage for us.

So, we might see The Old Trout.

Or Stuart's killer.

Get rid of the trout, Gerry.

Oh, it gives me desk a
certain olde worlde charm.

It's more likely to
give you woodworm.

Don't you think we
should return these photos?

It's what we're supposed to
do with stolen property, isn't it?

It'll be nice to put a smile on
somebody's face for a change.

Maybe we should
follow up on them.

Just because
they're family photos

doesn't mean they're innocuous.

Fine, but don't
spend all week on it.

All right, we'll do it in
the morning, shall we?

All right, I'll pick
you up about 9:00.

I'm not making breakfast.

Oh, why not?

They're like a
couple of old women.

Hi, Dad.

Hello, Ems.

Now, you're just in time to buy
your old man a very nice drink.

- Oh, actually, I...
- Hi, Emily.

Come through.

It's my first mentoring session.

I'll see you later.

Shut the door. Take a seat.

How's it going?

We've only just started.

Oh, good.

I just thought two heads
were better than one.

Oh, look at Mark there.

Ah, so sweet.

It's lovely, Brian.

Now all I have to do
is pop 'em onto a disk

and then make a cover for it.

He'll be chuffed to bits.

Esther?

Hmm?

You notice anything
about these pictures?

No. Should I have?

I appear in hardly any of them.

You were the one
taking the pictures.

Not always.

I wasn't on that
holiday in Rhyll.

You were working.

Now, these potatoes, do you
want them boiled or mashed?

Okay, you've had
some good results.

There's some really
great stuff in here,

but what I'd really like to see

is how you work
beyond your remit.

Utilizing staff resources.

- Ah, resources.
- Gerry, was there something?

Yeah.

At the end of the day, there's
only one thing that counts,

and that's how many
collars you've felt.

It's not as simple as that.

Yes, it is. Or it should be.

All this mentoring stuff is
just corporate doublespeak.

She's showing that she
can work with the system

and make it work for her.

Yeah, well, it's a
load of bollocks.

Things have changed
a bit since your day.

I can't just take the
DAC out for a pint

and hope he tips me
the wink for a promotion.

Oh, so, you're saying
things haven't changed at all.

It's not what you know.
It's who you know.

- Actually...
- No, no, no.

You used me to get
the in with Sandra.

Actually, I could
have approached

Detective Superintendent
Pullman directly,

but I paid you the courtesy
of speaking to you first.

Because I didn't want
you to feel pushed out.

You don't owe me anything.

You're right. I don't.

I think I'm in the wrong place.

- Gerry...
- Good night.

Do you fancy a drink?

Gerry thinks I don't
know where he keeps

his secret bottle of Scotch.

Cheers.

Have you calmed down a bit yet?

No, still fuming.

He was just being a dad.

By irritating and
embarrassing me?

Yeah, that's what dads do.

I wouldn't know.

Is this for the Sharpe case?

Yes, it is.

I take it you're
focusing on the junkie.

Yeah, and the footballer

with his hands full of
a Page 3 girl's boobs.

Hmm.

What about the fashion shots?

They're from a model agency.

We're not sure they're relevant.

Really?

What about this?

That could just be coincidence.

It could be the same bloke.

Yeah, possibly.

They don't actually
live here, you know.

- What?
- Male models.

I don't want you
getting your hopes up.

Hi. Can I help?

Hello, yeah, we need to speak
to Penny and Patrick Martin.

Yeah. Come through.

- Hold on, hold on.
- Cheers.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

Didn't think any of the
blokes in here would help.

No, one of them
might break a nail.

There you go.

Thanks.

Would you like to come through?

Certainly would.

We need to know
who this model is.

Do you remember him?

It's Chris Parr.

Really nice guy,
very professional.

He was on our books
for about three years.

Is he in some sort of trouble?

We'd like to rule
him out of inquiries

into the murder
of Stuart Sharpe.

- From Sharpe Images?
- Yes.

It was terrible what happened.

Yes, it was, so I'm
sure you'll appreciate

that we have to follow
up all potential leads.

Would you have Chris
Parr's last known address?

Of course.

No problem at all.

Great.

Oh, you do child models as well?

Listen, I must show you a
photograph of my grandson.

Put it away, Gerry.

- Patrick, she's here again.
- I can see that.

No, it's not.

Mum, Mum, what
are you doing here?

No, will you leave those?

No, they're not...
It's my job, all right?

Look, I'm sorry.
She's not stopping.

I'm helping.

No, but you're not
helping, though, are you?

You're making things
worse. Will you just leave it?

Look, we discussed this.
Let me just take you home.

No, it's boring
in that bloody flat.

Brenda, you don't
work here anymore!

Come on, let's go home.

Yes, yes.

I bet you never thought
you'd see them again.

No, I didn't.

Your wife will be pleased, eh?

I'd have to find her first.

I've not clapped eyes on
the cheating bitch in 15 years.

Anything else I can do for you?

No, no, I think
that's everything.

Thanks very much.

I don't want to do this anymore.

We're just upsetting people.

She seemed happy
enough to get the photos.

So we could remind
her about her dead son?

Well, that was the shock.

In all my years in the police,

I never knocked on a
door bearing good news.

It was always bad.

Road accidents, people
killed in pub fights, missing kids.

Yeah, well, we've all done it.

Yeah, I thought this
would be different.

Some people would be happy
to see old faces, happy times.

Some of them have been.

Well, most haven't.

We've had death, divorce.

Oh, well, into all our
lives a little rain must fall.

A little rain?

Jack, it's pissing down.

I can see why you were
worried about these,

but they're not what they seem.

Then what are they, Mr. Parr?

An art college project.

I was in the same
year as Stuart.

You mean they're set up?

They're very convincing.

'Cause Stuart was a
good photographer.

We were given an
exhibition title... Decay.

We had to produce something
in our preferred medium

which expressed that concept.

And what did you produce?

Oh, God, this is embarrassing.

You have to remember we were
19-year-old pretentious tossers.

We'll bear that in mind.

I made an installation.

It was a pile of rubbish.

Couldn't have been that bad.

No, no, it was pile of rubbish.

Banana skins, old
newspapers, that sort of thing.

Like I said,
pretentious twaddle,

but the tutors loved it.

Shame they never saw
these, though. These are good.

Who's the little girl?

Oh, it's my niece, Chelsea.

My sister was there.
She was just out of shot.

Look, I promise you nothing
untoward was going on.

I often modeled for Stuart.

In return, he would take
commercial shots for me

for my portfolio.

So, what did you want to be?

A model or an artist?

An artist.

I only modeled just to
earn enough for materials.

Yeah, but modeling's got
to be a lot more lucrative

than flogging canvases.

- Gerry.
- He's right.

But, then, I didn't make that
much from modeling either.

- Come on.
- No, seriously.

Modeling's one of
those professions

where men earn less than women.

Luckily, the canvases
started to sell.

They're really beautiful.

Thanks.

- May I?
- Sure, yeah.

At the moment,
faces fascinate me.

I like strong features.

Beautiful eyes,
mouths, a good nose.

I'm quite into ears.

Well, I think that's
all pretty clear.

I'd like a number
for your sister.

And I'd also like you
to take a DNA test

so we can rule you
out of our inquiries.

Anything I can do to help.

I'm glad you're looking
into Stuart's death.

He was a genuinely nice guy.

He didn't deserve
to go the way he did.

Here, my sister's number.

Thanks.

And that's a leaflet
to my exhibition.

I'm opening my studio to the
public for a couple of nights.

I hope it goes well.

I mean, I don't know if
you're interested in art, but...

Yeah, thanks.

Bye.

He seemed a nice bloke.

Yeah.

You ought to give
him a little tug.

Grow up, Gerry.

So, how did you get on with
Emily last night after I left?

After you stormed out, you mean.

I didn't storm.

I left because I
felt I wasn't wanted.

Gerry, I promise I'll
give her good advice.

Yeah, that's what
I'm worried about.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, not everyone's
the same, are they?

What might be right for
you might not be right for her.

I think I've done okay.

Well, that's a
matter of opinion.

Excuse me?

Look, Sandra, there is more to
life than chasing a higher rank.

Yeah, I know that.

- Do you?
- Yes!

All right, then let
me ask you this.

When was the last
time you went out?

I go out all the time.

No, no, put it another way.

How many of your friends
aren't me, Brian, and Jack?

Oh, come on.

You know what the job's
like. Especially for women.

You have to work three, four
times harder than anyone else.

Yeah, that's right,
but is it worth it?

- Haven't you got any regrets?
- No.

That you'd never kept
a bit of time for yourself?

Had a family?

No, I haven't.

And what about relationships

that haven't been a
complete disaster?

- Hah, you're the expert on that.
- Exactly.

And that's why if
Emily had come to me,

I would have told her how
hard it was going to be for her.

I would have told her about
the drinking, the divorces.

And I would have
told her the truth.

Oh, would you? 'Cause
you haven't so far.

Come on, Brian. Last one.

Well, these are
christening pictures.

So?

Well, lots can happen to babies.

Just shove them
through the letter box.

I can't face another one.

Oh, come on, Brian.

Pull yourself together.
We've got a job to do.

Can I help you?

Oh, Mrs. Bathley-Jones?

Yes.

My name is Halford.
This is Brian Lane.

We're with the
Metropolitan Police,

and I think these are yours.

Is everything okay?

What a lovely surprise.

I'd forgotten all about these.

Thank you so much.

Please come in.

Thank you.

We were so disappointed

when we heard we wouldn't
be getting our pictures

Oh, thank you.

But then we heard
Roland's brother was dead.

Oh, you knew Roland.

Through my old job.

I was a model until I met
my husband, Anthony.

Didn't he approve of
your line of business, then?

No, nothing like that.

I packed it all in
to have babies.

How many children do you have?

Just Martina, but she was
worth giving it all up for.

Although, if it hadn't been for
modeling, I wouldn't have her.

My agent, Patrick Martin,
introduced me to Anthony.

You were with the
Reflect Agency?

That's right.

Patrick and his wife, Penny,
were Martina's godparents.

And more.

Thank you.

Patrick saved Martina's life.

- Oh.
- How?

Martina has a rare blood type,

so when she needed a
transfusion after an operation,

it was panic stations.

Thankfully, Patrick is the
same type and happily donated.

Well, that one was
all happy families.

Oh, aye, apart from the bit
where the daughter nearly died.

Oh, for God's sake, Brian.

Maybe you should tell
me what this is really about.

What do you mean?

Well, yesterday you
were fine, cheerful,

all excited about
Mark's engagement

and your photo project thing.

Aah!

Is there something wrong
with the photos, then?

I wasn't in any of them.

Well, that's because you
were behind the camera.

No. I just wasn't there.

All the big occasions,
most of the small ones.

I was conspicuous by my absence.

Oh, you were working.

Or boozing.

Or just avoiding
going home full stop.

Yes, well, there's nothing
you can do about that now.

No, you're right.

There isn't.

Brian? Where are you going?

Come on, get in the car.

Oh, bollocks.

Mrs. Clacy.

Yeah, uh, my name's
Gerry Standing.

I'm working for the
Metropolitan Police.

Where's Brian?

In the pit of
despair, apparently.

He's not in a very good way.

Anything we can do?

Not really.

I'll go around,
see Esther later.

See if she wants anything.

Okay, well, keep me informed.

It's an incestuous
business, this photography.

Eh?

We've just taken back
some photos of a christening

and the baby is the goddaughter

of Penny and Patrick Martin
of the Reflect Model Agency.

The mother was
one of their models.

Oh.

That was Denny Clacy's ex-wife.

They got divorced in August '87.

Six months after the murder.

Oh, do we know why?

Nope, she wouldn't say.

She said Denny
would have to explain.

But she did give me his address.

Here we are.

Oh, this can't be it.

Number 8.

No, no, no, no, no.

Look, look.

Footballers who are called
"Psycho" do not become florists.

They have pubs or sports shops.

Maybe you should have
been a careers officer, Gerry.

Because you have
very strong opinions

on what people should
or shouldn't do for a living.

Look, all I'm saying is I...

No, I know what you're saying.

You're saying that
men can't be florists.

I think you'll find that
we can. Can I help you?

Denny Clacy?

Yeah.

Oh.

Oh, it's an honor to meet you.

Whoa, Psycho! Ha ha!

So, you're saying that this
woman had nothing to do

with the breakdown
of your marriage?

Not directly, no.

So, there were other women?

No. Just Candy.

I'm sorry. I'm not
being very clear.

I wanted that picture taken.
I wanted it in the paper.

Why?

So that no one
would think I was gay.

Why would they think that?

Because I am gay.

But you played for Chelsea.

Yeah, I know.
Shocking, isn't it?

We get everywhere nowadays.

No, no, I'm not saying...

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

I thought that football
would sort me out.

Although, if marriage
hadn't done the trick,

I don't know why I thought
that spending half my life

with fit, athletic men would.

That's why I was
such a dirty player.

I was always overcompensating.

And word of your
sexuality had got out?

Well, sort of. There was
a rumor knocking about

that I was cheating
on my wife, Marie.

But no one had sussed
out that it was with a bloke.

What? Candy was a bloke?

No, no, no, no.
She was all woman.

Real tits and all if
you're interested.

Which he probably is.

Ha.

So I hired Candy,

made sure Kevin Sharpe
got a shot for the Sundays,

to put everyone off the scent.

That's a bit
elaborate, isn't it?

You got to understand.

I spent my playing career
being called a black bastard

and having banana
skins chucked at me

whilst skinheads
made monkey noises.

Can you imagine what
would have happened

if they'd found out
that I was a poof?

But the pictures of you and
Candy never made the papers.

Well, after that,
it didn't matter.

I sat my wife down,

and I told her that there
was going to be a story.

And she said, "What, is
it about you being gay?"

- She knew?
- Of course she did.

Marie wasn't stupid, poor cow.

After that, I got the injury.

Which was the best thing
that ever happened to me,

because it meant that
I could stop pretending.

I dropped out of the
public eye, got divorced.

I got this place, and
I've never been happier.

I talked to Marie, and
she backed up his story.

Still seems pretty
bitter about it all.

I don't blame her.

I asked Denny for a DNA sample,
but I think we can rule him out.

The lab called
while you were out.

There's no match
with Chris Parr's DNA.

Good.

Well, not good.

You know what I mean.

So, we've got two sets
of incriminating photos

and nowhere to go.

Of course Kevin Sharpe could
have crossed someone else.

Yeah, maybe that's what
was in the empty canister.

Yeah, maybe the murderer
picked up all the unprocessed film.

Took it to The Old Trout and
went through it at his leisure

and then kept what he wanted
and binned what he didn't.

Yeah, I suppose.

The films were all
labeled, weren't they?

Empty canister wasn't.

Yeah, but all the
film we've seen

is a different make
to the canister.

So the only actual evidence
we have is the DNA.

And the newsreels
of the Soho raid.

Oh, the new footage
that Brian ordered is here.

Do you want to look?

Yeah, great.

Soho has seen many changes
and transitions in its history.

Sharpe Images.

Sorry, Sue. Someone
walked in the shot.

- Behind me? Over here?
- Yeah.

Hold on.

What?

Watch that bloke there.

Sorry, Sue.

He's changing his mind.

Yeah, 'cause he realizes
there are cameras.

That is Johnny Jones.

Who?

Oh, a Soho legend.

King of mucky books
and filthy videos.

He could get you
anything you wanted,

whatever your preference.

Big women, hairy
women, black, white.

Dirty little sod.

But he wasn't only
into pornography.

He dabbled in
dealing and pimping.

If he saw anything
at Sharpe Images,

there's no way he
would come forward.

Okay, let's track
him down, then.

There's no need.

He's doing 10 years
in Wandsworth.

Right, let's go.

Hang on. He'll still be there
in the morning, won't he?

Yeah, but I thought
you'd wanted to crack on.

Contrary to popular belief,

I have a life outside
this place, Gerry.

We'll bring him
here in the morning.

Detective
Superintendent. You came.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Actually, I wanted to let you
know that the tests have showed

that your DNA doesn't match the
DNA sample from the crime scene.

No, I never doubted it.

Good.

Can I get you a drink?

Yeah, white wine, please.

Thank you.

How's he doing?

Shh, he's upstairs.

He's not too good.

Refusing to eat,
won't speak to me.

Won't even let the dog near him.

Oh, sorry, Esther. I
think I made things worse.

Oh, don't be silly.

You can't cause these...

These episodes,
they just happen.

To start blaming yourself,

it's not going to do
anybody any good.

Do you want a cup of tea?

Thanks.

I know he's looking forward to
meeting Mark's girl on Sunday.

Maybe that'll bring him round.

I don't know. I don't think so.

Oh, dear.

I see what you mean.

Nothing a bit of
sticky tape won't fix.

- Bye.
- See you.

I know absolutely
nothing about art.

I just like what I like.

Sandra, have you
ever sat for anyone?

For a portrait?

- Thanks, Chris.
- No, I haven't.

You remember what I said
I looked for in a subject?

Yeah, great ears.

So would you be offended
if I said you had great ears?

I'm still not sure about this.

Look, it's just
paper and charcoal.

I can rip it up if
you don't like it.

I promise.

Why faces?

Because it's the
only part of our body

we're happy to
expose all the time.

Which is ridiculous.

Why ridiculous?

Because it's the part of our
body which gives us away.

Well, you must know that.

How many times have you
looked into someone's face

and known they're innocent?

Or guilty.

Nah, our faces betray us.

You're not making me feel
any more comfortable about this,

actually.

Don't worry. You're not
giving anything away.

Now finished.

Tell me what you think.

You don't like it.

Well, deal's a deal.

No, no, no. Don't.

Governor, they
bought Johnny Jones in.

They've taken him
to the interview room.

Okay, give me a minute.

Any news on Brian?

Yeah. No change.

Ow!

Mind out treat me gentle.

Hello, mate, how are you?

- Gerry Standing.
- How are you, Johnny?

Are you behind
this little day trip?

Yeah, I am, as it happens.

Well, thank you. I needed
a change of scenery.

Do you want to take
a seat, Mr. Jones?

Over there.

Here, Gerry, are you
still on the gaspers, mate?

Yeah, I am, but
I can't help you.

Whole place, no smoking.

Bloody hell, how do you manage?

Mr. Jones, we
need to talk to you

about the night of the
29th September, 1987.

Do me a favor,

I can't remember what I
had for dinner last night,

let alone 20 years ago.

No, you'd remember this.

The night of the Soho raids.

Oh, yeah, busy evening.

You visited, or tried to visit,
Sharpe Images that night.

How do you know that?

- Tell me why.
- I was working.

You were dealing to
the Sharpe brothers?

No, I was picking up.

Me and a couple of
people had an arrangement

with the older brother.

- Roland?
- Could have been.

For a nominal fee,

my suppliers would drop
packages at his place during the day

so that I could pick
'em up during the night

when they were processing.

What sort of packages?

Well, I'd like to say lollipops.

Come on, Johnny.

Coke for my girls, mainly,

but that night,

the place was crawling
with reporters and filth.

I mean, officers of
the law, like yourself.

And I only got as
far as the front door

before I realized I should smile

because I was on
"Candid Camera."

It was a shame about Stuart.

The Sharpes had been
on York Road for years.

And our little arrangement
wasn't doing anyone any harm.

Were any other dealers
availing themselves

of Roland Sharpe's
valuable community service?

I would imagine so,
but I never really asked.

There's a certain etiquette
one has to observe

to avoid getting a
kick in the bollocks.

But I will say that the place
was generally quite busy

through the night.

What is this? Cutbacks?

Don't I get so much as
a cup of tea or a biscuit?

I'll tell you what,

you give us a quick cheek
scrape for a DNA test,

I'll sort something out for you.

Are you sure?

Look, I don't know.

I thought it was a
way of protecting us

after all the robberies.

We had to do something

if we were going to carry on
with the overnight processing.

I'm sorry. I don't
follow the logic.

How was inviting dealers
into the place protecting you?

Because drug dealers don't
crap on their own doorstep.

Kept an eye on the
place, warned people off.

Well, put it this way, they
did a better job than your lot.

Up to the point when
your brother was killed.

How did it start?

I think it was Johnny
approached me first.

He said we could
make a lot of money

from a
no-questions-asked service.

Yeah, word got around, you know.

Weren't just dealers.

What do you mean?

There was a sex shop,

used to drop off videos
for their shyer clients.

You didn't have to be
Barry Norman to work out

what was on those.

Um, then there was a
model agency, Reflect.

They used to do the
occasional drop-off.

Of what?

Well, that was a
weird one that was.

At first, I thought it
was fruit and flowers.

Sorry?

On a fashion shoot, to
keep the models happy,

sometimes the photographers
would provide them

with little
pharmaceutical treats.

They went down on the
expenses as fruit and flowers.

Huh.

Anyway, someone
from the Martins' office

used to come round
every now and again

and had a little paper bag.

- Who?
- I don't know.

It definitely wasn't
one of the models.

What was in the bag?

Well, it wasn't drugs or nothing
'cause I had a sneak look once.

It was a 35mm film canister.

What's so weird about that?

You regularly
developed film for them.

Yeah, but not these
ones, we didn't.

It was sealed.

Now, look, look, I have no
idea what was in that canister,

all right, honest.

Of course the first thing that
springs to mind is pornography.

But enough about
you and your problems.

Pornography is
the obvious thing.

Something hardcore, illegal.

Otherwise, they'd have
just made a deal with Roland

for the processing,
wouldn't they?

Well, maybe some of
the models were involved.

I mean, that Chris Parr said

that modeling
didn't pay very well.

Or maybe the Martins
showed them a way

to make a bit of pin money.

Their names are all
over this investigation.

Well, why don't we start with
the girl who made the drop?

- Brenda, Sean's mad mum.
- Yeah.

Yeah, all right,
I'll have a word.

She's very fragile.

Yeah, I... Oh, I've had an idea.

And you two better
go and see Chris Parr.

Jack, get rid of it.

Where is he?

He's in here.

Oh, yeah.

All right, come on.

I've come to pick you up.
We need you back at work.

I'm busy.

Yeah, you look it.

Come on!

I said no.

All right. You're the boss.

Come on, Scamp. Come on.

You know, your Esther
is a lovely woman.

She never complains
and I bet she never did,

not even when Mark was
little and you were barely there.

Well, not that I'm criticizing.
I mean, who am I to criticize?

It's just I know how it was.

There was always another
case to work, another drink.

That's what it was like.

We didn't know
any better, did we?

Didn't know what we were
putting our families through.

But when you realize...

that's a tough day.

And all you can do
is promise faithfully

that it'll never happen again.

If you can help it.

Brian, basically,
we're old bill.

I'll get your coat.

I won't be much use.

No, probably not,
but it's worth a try.

Come on.

She won't speak to
anyone when she's like this.

Mum, there's someone
here to see you.

Hello, Brenda.

Do you remember me? Gerry?

I brought someone to
see you, my friend Brian.

Brian, why don't you
have a word with her?

Oh, go on, please, mate.
It'll really help, honestly.

Sean, shall we leave them to it?

Hello, what's this?

Prozac, paroxetine.

No surprises here, then.

Oh, sertraline.

I always liked that.

Makes things fuzzy.

Yeah, that's why I liked it.

This you?

Uh, yeah, yeah, my mum
gave up everything for me.

I got ill when I was a kid,

and I was in and
out of hospital.

Yeah, what was wrong with you?

Leukemia.

Oh, blimey.

Yeah, well, I mean,
they couldn't find

a bone-marrow donor at first.

Some rare blood type or
something. I don't know.

Everyone came forward to
see if they were the right match.

But, uh... Even Mr. Martin did.

Oh, well, that's nice of him.

Well, yeah, I mean, me and
Mum owe Mr. and Mrs. Martin a lot.

Mrs. Martin was the
one who gave me the job,

you know, when Mum went funny.

Listen, Sean, you shouldn't
look after your mum on your own.

You need help.

What about your dad?

I never knew the guy.

I mean, it's always
been just me and Mum.

And then you went to
work at the Reflect Agency.

I was a secretary there.

- Were you?
- A good one.

You liked your job, then?

Oh, I loved it.

All the lovely people,
especially Patrick.

And did you sometimes
run errands for Patrick?

You know, like
dropping stuff off?

Of course! I was
Patrick's Girl Friday.

Were you?

That's what he called me.

Did you ever make deliveries
to Sharpe Images in Soho?

Sometimes.

Deliveries in little brown bags?

I can't tell you.

Why not, Brenda?
What was in the bags?

I'm not telling.

They'll take him away from me.

Who?

Sean?

No, love, he's 22.

It's not going to
happen, Brenda.

I promise you.

Patrick was just trying to help.

He has such a big heart.

Those little canisters
made a lot of people happy.

They helped them have
beautiful children, like my Sean.

How?

What was in the canisters?

Sperm.

I beg your pardon.

Patrick ran a sperm
bank. It was really clever.

The models got a
little bit of extra cash.

And the women
got a beautiful baby.

Guaranteed.

I'm sorry?

Beautiful people
make beautiful babies.

Hey, I was hoping
to see you today.

Mr. Parr, we'd like
you to assist us further

with our inquiries.

- Come in.
- Thank you.

You said that being a
male model didn't pay well.

Sometimes I did odd jobs.

The Reflect Agency?

Sometimes.

What sort of odd jobs?

Pornography?

Good God, no.

Is that really what
you think of me?

Gerry.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Thanks. We'll see
you back in the office.

Bye.

I think you need
to tell us everything.

About what?

Your odd jobs.

Oh, God, it seemed like a
really good idea at the time,

but afterwards I felt terrible.

And I, honestly...
I only did it once.

Who first approached you?

Patrick Martin.

But you have to understand
that some women see models

on the pages of magazines

and they assume that clothes

aren't the only
things we're selling.

I mean, the agency was
approached all the time.

How much did you charge?

£200, but I really
needed the money.

Where did the
transaction take place?

Well, we went out to dinner,

and that was as far as
it was supposed to go.

But she had booked
a hotel, I'd had a drink.

So, we, um...

we got down to business.

So you delivered it fresh?

I'm sorry?

- The sperm.
- What sperm?

Gerry has just told me

that Patrick Martin
runs a sperm bank.

I wasn't one of
the sperm donors.

I was an escort.

Okay, so, assuming the
killer wasn't after the camera

or the undeveloped film,

why would anyone
kill for a sperm sample?

Could...

Could the sperm donor
have had a change of heart

about anonymously
fathering a child

and tried to get his
contribution back?

That's a possibility.

What about that Stuart?

Maybe he found out
what Patrick was up to

and tried to blackmail him.

Again, possible.

I tell you what,

I thought I'd heard
and seen most things,

but an illegal sperm bank?

Actually, the Martins
haven't broken the law.

You only have to be
licensed if it's frozen sperm.

Get away.

No, that's right,

and anyway even
if it was a crime,

the only witness we
have so far is Brenda

and she's a bit doolally.

Actually, I think Brian and I

may have spoken to one
of Patrick's customers.

Mrs. Bathley-Jones, why could
neither you nor your husband

donate blood for
Martina's operation?

I told you. Martina has
a very rare blood group.

We weren't the right type.

Is your husband
Martina's natural father?

Did you use a sperm donor
found for you by Patrick Martin?

You can't tell Anthony.
He'd be heartbroken.

Could you just talk us
through the transaction?

A transaction? You
make it sound so clinical.

It wasn't like that.

Then tell us how it was.

I was getting desperate.

All I wanted was a child.

That's how I ended
up telling Patrick

what I was going through.

He offered to help.

And along came Martina.

She's the best thing
that ever happened to us.

After he helped me,

I asked if he could help
some friends of mine.

So you helped Patrick
to build up his business.

Mrs. Bathley-Jones, we'd
like you to make a statement.

No, that's not possible.

I don't want this to be
common knowledge.

Neither do we.

I can't help you.

Okay, then I'm afraid you'll
have to help us in another way.

Diane, lovely to see you.

How's Martina?

Just wonderful.

She's home this weekend.
You should pop round.

I might just do that.

So, what can I do for you?

This is Emily, a friend of mine.

Hi.

She has a problem.

I think you might
be able to help her.

I'm not happy about this.

So you've said.

Several times.

Did you even think of
clearing it with her superiors?

Of course I did.

And since when have you
been so picky about things?

I thought you were above it all.

I don't run a sperm
bank anymore.

But there are plenty in London.

I know. I've been to them all.

You are aware that the law
concerning sperm donation

changed last year.

I read something about that.

Now artificially
conceived children

have the right to
trace their father.

And it's had quite an effect.

Absolutely. The waiting
lists are ridiculous.

So, when Diane confided
in me about Martina...

Please don't be angry with her.

I made her bring me here.

Is there any way you can help?

I don't know.

I would be so grateful.

I'd be happy to
reimburse any expenses.

I don't think so.

I don't expect
you to understand,

but I don't just want
a baby on a whim.

I need a child.

I've never felt so strongly
about anything in my life.

I think I might be
able to help you.

She's a good cop, Gerry.

A real dad would
be proud of her.

She's got it.

Hello, again.

Can I help you?

I hope so.

I'd like you to talk me through
a transaction that was just made

between yourself
and one of my officers.

Your officer?

We know about the
sperm bank, Mr. Martin.

There's nothing wrong with
helping women have children.

Desperate women.

Desperate enough to kill?

We believe that
Stuart Sharpe's murder

was linked to one
of your deliveries.

So, who did the
sample come from?

Fine. We'll do it the hard way.

I'll seize every bank statement,

every record for
the last 25 years.

I'll contact every model
that's ever been on your books.

Any woman that's ever
written a check for you.

How's that for discretion?

You can't do that.

Oh, I can, and I will.

How many of these
children are yours?

All of them.

- Give it to me!
- Sorry?

Give it to me! Give it to me!

It's not starting
all over again.

Hang on!

You're under arrest for
assaulting a police officer.

Em, are you all right?

You do not have to say anything.

But it may harm your defense

if you do not mention
when questioned

something which you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

- Where were you?
- Level four.

We said level five.

- Get some backup.
- Thank you.

Come here, you.

I'm a grown woman and
a trained police officer.

If I can't look after
myself, no one can.

It won't stop me worrying.

I know.

And I appreciate it.

Really?

No, it drives me mental,

but I'll try and get used to it.

Okay, then, I'll try
and back off a bit.

Can I say one more thing?

Just one?

Don't let this
job run your life.

Work to live, not
the other way round.

But I love my job.

Yeah, I know you do,

but I promise you it
won't love you back.

Do you understand?

I think so.

Good.

I'll give you a bell, okay?

Patrick always told me

that it didn't matter that
I couldn't have children.

He said I was enough for him.

But he lied.

How did you know that Patrick
had fathered all the children?

Patrick has a rare
blood group, AB negative.

When Martina nearly died,

the first thing he did
was to offer to give blood.

Everyone thought he was
being very thoughtful and heroic.

And he did it again
when Sean was ill.

I spoke to Brenda,
and she confessed

that she'd gone to
Patrick behind my back.

Brenda wasn't fit
to bring up a child.

You've seen her.

That's when I knew
it had gone too far.

He was... He was
addicted to having children.

I had to stop him.

So you went to Sharpe Images.

I had to start somewhere.

I told the guy I was
picking up photos,

and while he was in the
back, I searched the place,

but he caught me.

I needed to get away,

so I pushed him.

Hard.

And he hit his head?

I was just so
angry with Patrick.

But it was Stuart
who got in the way.

The CPS have decided to charge
Penny Martin with manslaughter.

What about Patrick?

He hasn't done anything illegal.

Can't we get him
on a fraud charge?

The damage outstrips
the benefits, Gerry.

Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Ah, ah.

I didn't think I'd
see you again.

Is this an official visit?

Okay, ground rules.

Go on.

My job comes first.

Same with me.

I don't do soppy phone calls
in the middle of a working day.

I don't even answer the phone.

I don't want to
meet your family.

I don't want to meet yours.

Anything else?

Yeah.

I don't pay for sex.

Shame,

'cause I have a special
offer on this week.

Buy one, get one free.

Well, I do love a bargain.

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if you're old and gray ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ Listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's all right, doing fine ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ We're getting to
the end of the day ♪

♪ High tech, low
tech, take your pick ♪

♪ 'Cause you can't teach
an old dog a brand-new trick ♪

♪ I don't care what
anybody says ♪

♪ At the end of the day ♪

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