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This clip was posted on
the Internet a week ago.

It was brought to my attention

by Lord Gransford
at the Home Office.

- Good to know
he's not overworked.

It was actually
spotted by his wife.

She used to be a film
actress... Gloria Wakefield.

She was involved
in this production.

"Shadow Show"
4, take 2. Mark it.

And... action!

You really don't get it, do you?

You're my property!

I can do what I like with
you and, when I've finished,

I can throw you away,
like a used Kleenex.

I can make you disappear!
- Oh!

I don't give a damn!
Let me through here!

The clip appears to show footage

from a film called
"Shadow Show,"

which was being shot at
Pinewood Studios in 1990

and the people in the clip are

Eva Roderick, in
her first movie role;

Max Stone, the producer;

and Don Maddox... that's
him, there... the director.

Maddox, didn't he
used to be an actor?

He started out as an
actor, moved into directing.

People once talked about
him as the new Orson Welles.

They don't talk
about him at all, now.

"Shadow Show"
was never completed

and he never
directed a movie again.

But if it's 1990, why
is it in black and white?

Pick the bones out of that.
I've got to go to a meeting.

Sandra will get you up to speed.

"Don Maddox's current project

is intended to have
a retro, noirish quality,

taking us back to the cinematic
ambience of the 1940s."

God help us.

When I saw the word
"retro," I thought of UCOS.

On the day this scene was
shot, Eva Roderick disappeared

under suspicious circumstances

and Max Stone was
found fatally stabbed

in the chest, in
his studio office.

And what was the
outcome of the investigation?

There wasn't enough evidence
to put anyone in the frame,

but the original
inquiry was told nothing

about any violent behavior
from Maddox towards Eva

or any dispute between
Maddox and Stone

and, in fact, the schedule said

that there was no shooting
taking place that day.

So why is someone putting
this stuff out on the Internet now?

- Yeah, and who's doing it?
- Where'd they get the footage?

Well, the filming was
abandoned, but, apparently,

all the existing footage was
seized by the financial backers

and destroyed,
as being valueless.

- But is what we're seeing
what actually happened,

or just a bit of trendy,
smartarsed fiction?

That's a complicated
issue. Give that here.

Apparently, "Shadow Show"

was supposed to be...

Wait for it... oh, yeah.

"A reflexive,

poststructuralist exploration
of the nature of film itself."

A black and white
film about films?

Now that's a real
J. Arthur Rank.

♪ It's alright, it's okay ♪

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

♪ It's alright, I
say, it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's alright, doin' fine ♪

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

♪ It's alright, I
say, it's okay ♪

♪ we're gettin' to the
end of the day ♪ ♪

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Right, take out the
witness statements.

Brian and I will start by
talking to Don Maddox.

- Is he still going, then?

"Shadow Show" finished
him as a film director,

but he's still
working, apparently.

He directs the odd commercial
and does voiceovers.

Okay, you and Jack
go to Pinewood Studios.

Check out the
original crime scene.

- Hey-hey, Pinewood Studios, eh?

Takes you back, don't it?

The great days
of British cinema.

Do you remember Saturday
Morning Pictures when we were kids?

♪ We come along on
Saturday mornings ♪

♪ Greeting everybody
with a smile ♪

Get on with it!

♪ We come along ♪ ♪

Yeah, cinema meant a lot
to me when I was a teenager.

I'll never forget what I felt at
the end of "Summer Holiday."

- Really?
- Yeah.

Pauline Grady
slapped me face for it.

- Oh, man, do you see that?
- See what?

I'm trying to navigate
round this maze.

We're in a dream factory.

Looks like any
other factory to me.

So where are we now?

Must be down here, somewhere.

Mind your back.

Good grief!

It's fantastic, innit?

The wife of this
Home Office geezer,

Lord Gransford.

- Gloria Wakefield.
Yeah, what about her?

She didn't just act in the film,

she actually found
Max Stone's body, yeah?

- Yeah. We'll be
talking to her later.

Come on, Don Maddox is here.

You really don't get it, do you?

You're my property!

I can do what I like with
you and, when I've finished,

I can throw you away,
like a used Kleenex.

I can make you disappear!

Oh!

I don't give a damn!
Let me through here!

So the clip shows you
assaulting Eva Roderick,

threatening to
make her disappear,

which she did, that very day.

And, yet, in your
witness statement,

you make no reference
to the incident. Why not?

Because it was a nonevent, dear.

What's going on
there is dramatic fiction.

It's not true. It's like all
those wonderful confessions

the police used to obtain
before they used tape recorders.

So you're telling us
that, up to the point

when Max Stone intervenes,

this is following the
"Shadow Show" script?

Yes, of course.

- Well, to me that
looked and sounded

like a real slap round the face.

My business is
the art of illusion.

Have you got a
copy of the script?

I'm a cinematic auteur,
not a bloody librarian.

It was my movie; I know
what was meant to be in it.

There was no filming
scheduled for that day

and, yet, the fact
that you were on set

wasn't mentioned in
any of the statements.

- No, because we
shouldn't have been.

It was completely out of order.

Look, I was trying to do
something experimental

with "Shadow Show."

You can't expect
the bean counters

to understand
that sort of thing.

Who do you mean?

- Executives,
accountants, producers.

In their terms, I was
way over budget,

but not a great deal of
usable footage to show for it,

so I put together
a skeleton crew,

dipped my hand
in the petty cash,

and tried to save the picture.

Max Stone found out
about it and barged in on me.

You're saying that's what
we see in the footage,

Stone's telling you to stop
this unscheduled filming?

Yes.

So who was in this
skeleton crew of yours?

Charlie Prentice, died
of lung cancer, 2001;

Doug Potter, heart attack, 2006;

and Malkie Miller,

last heard of in jail
on drugs charges

in Oaxaca, Mexico, 1996.

- So we've only got your
word for what happened.

Tough.

We have availability on C Stage,

with offices and dressing rooms,

for three months,
beginning September.

Phoebe will have the quote with
you by close of business today.

- Thank you for seeing
us. I'm Jack Halford.

This is Gerry Standing.
- Morning.

Lotte Davenport,

I'm the operations
manager of the Studios.

- We're reinvestigating
the death of Max Stone

and the disappearance
of Eva Roderick,

here in the Studios, 1990.

Yeah, they were
filming "Shadow Show,"

directed by Don Maddox.

- That's all before
my time, I'm afraid.

Of course, we're well
acquainted with Mr. Maddox.

He's booked in to use

the dubbing theater
this week, actually.

Is there any chance
that we could have a look

at the crime scene?
- I'm sorry?

Block A, the offices
and dressing rooms.

Yes, they're free right now.

Phoebe will point you
in the right direction.

Thank you.

- Lotte Davenport. Oh,
hi, Tom. How are you?

- What was your relationship
with Eva Roderick, Mr. Maddox?

She was the love of my life.

You were, at the time, still
married to Gloria Wakefield.

What in the world would
that have to do with it?

Do grow up, Brian.

- Your wife was in the cast of
"Shadow Show", wasn't she?

There'd have been hell
to pay, if I'd left her out.

Of course, in the end there
was hell to pay, always is.

In your original
statement, you said

that you were alone with
Eva all through the afternoon

that Stone was murdered,

which the footage
shows to have been a lie.

An economy with the truth.

So what did happen?

Well, Max Stone was the boss,
so I had to close down the shoot.

Then I went back with
Eva to her dressing room

and we spent the rest
of the time there together,

as I said.

The starlet's dressing room.

You can imagine all sorts
going on in a place like this,

know what I mean?

- Yes, Gerry, I know
exactly what you mean.

- So you and Eva

spent the rest of the
afternoon together, until...?

We were disturbed
by the banshee wailing

of my then-wife.

I left Eva and rushed
upstairs and found Gloria,

going for an Oscar,
with Max Stone's body.

Are you saying she was
faking her emotional reactions?

Gloria's never
done anything else.

But don't misunderstand me.

Max Stone was belly-up,

with a pair of scissors
sticking out of his chest.

Gloria couldn't have done that.

Really?

She only stabs in the back.

But, besides, there was blood

all over the place,
but none on Gloria.

She'd obviously clocked
the situation from the doorway

and decided to keep her
Versace trousers clean.

Well, according to this,

back then, there
was a sofa there.

- Yeah, right, and the body
was found just here, wasn't it?

- And the only
bloodstains there were

were in front of the
sofa, here, on the carpet.

- So that would
suggest he's standing

in front of someone,
wouldn't it?

Somebody stabbed him!
- Oh, no! You... Ohh!

Like that, and he falls down.

Very good.

Help us up.

- It's always easier going
down than it is getting up.

- Tell me about it.

- Coffee?

I called security,
they got the police,

and, in the middle of all
this, I thought about Eva.

I rushed downstairs
to the dressing room,

but she'd gone.

Before the murder,
was Eva disturbed

or distressed about anything?

Eva was a very disturbed
and distressed person.

She'd been brought up in care;

she'd been through a
couple of bad relationships.

You know she overdosed
on tranquillizers twice before?

Yeah, it was mentioned
in the original inquiry.

When you say "before," you
mean, this time, she was successful?

Perfectly bloody obvious.

It's far from obvious: her
body was never found.

The kid had tried it before
and been brought back.

This time, she wanted
to make it permanent.

She didn't want to be found.

What was Eva's
relationship with Max Stone?

Employer and
employee, that's all.

Would she have any
reason for killing him?

- She couldn't have killed
him; she was with me.

Pity she's not around
to give you an alibi.

But then, you could've
killed them both.

But I didn't.

Thank you, that's most helpful.

Bye-bye.

Her Ladyship will grant us an
audience tomorrow morning.

I've managed to track
down another one

of the original interviewees.

Oh, yeah?

- Yeah, David Snaith, director of
photography on "Shadow Show."

He worked with
Maddox on all his films.

Although they weren't supposed

to be filming that day,
he was at the studios.

Reckons he was running
lens tests on a new camera.

Well, Maddox didn't mention him

as one of his
skeleton crew, did he?

Maybe because he's
still alive and kicking,

and still in the movie industry.

He lives in Gerrards Cross.

Right, I'll get Jack
and Gerry to talk to him.

- This may or may
not be relevant,

but he's got previous:
possession of Class A drugs.

Ah, well, that's
Gerrards Cross, for you...

full of surprises.

Tell you what...
I'll go and check

with the neighbors.
- Right.

Hello?! Mr. Snaith?

Oh, hello. I'm Gerry Standing.

I work with the
Metropolitan Police.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. We're trying to
contact David Snaith.

I haven't seen him
for a week or so.

But he's often away,
on location, you know?

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

Does anyone else live there?

- No, not since his
friend moved out.

"Friend"?
- Billy.

Billy...?

Don't know his other name.

- And you wouldn't know
how to contact him, I suppose?

No, afraid not.

- Well, did they work
together in the film business?

No idea what he did.

Something creative, probably.

Yeah?
- Nice fella.

Well, if you see Snaith,

could you tell him
we'd like to talk to him?

And Billy.

Is this your number?

Thank you.

Any luck?

- No, she hasn't seen
him for over a week.

Thinks he might
be "on location."

- Oh. Well, that's
enough of the glamour

of show business
for one day. Come on.

Brian! What are you doing?!

Brian?

Hessian grenadier.
Ah, not in bad shape.

Apart from his head.

Is that what you've
been looking for?

No, it is not. Yo-yo.

Yo-yo? It's in the
brown suitcase,

under the damp patch.

Oh!

Oh, brilliant!

Hey-hey!

See? You never lose the knack.

What's brought this on?

- Well, we're investigating

a murder at Pinewood
Studios and we were talking

about the old Saturday
Morning Pictures

and I was thinking about
the yo-yo competitions.

What, like who's
got the biggest?

No, no, we used
to learn to do tricks.

You know, walking the
dog, looping the loop,

rocking the baby.

- Saturday Morning Pictures.

I was out in God's fresh air,

doing good deeds
with the Brownies.

With walking the dog,
you had to get the yo-yo

to carry on spinning at
the bottom of the string

and then you lightly
touch it on the ground,

so it rolls along
of its own accord.

Only, you're still
holding the string,

so it's like you're
walking a dog.

Oh, well, that's a winner.

The string'll be binding

on the spindle.

- Hmm, I didn't really
go to the pictures

'til I was much older.

Ohh, God, I remember
how much I wanted to see

"Lawrence Of Arabia,"

hmm, and then I
missed about half of it.

Overwhelmed by
passionate kisses.

Thank you for seeing
us, Lady Gransford.

- Not at all.
- Thank you.

- But, really, there's
very little I can tell you.

It seems like another world.
It was so terribly long ago.

- 19 years? It's not so
long, not at our age, eh?

Another life, Mr. Lane.

I have no connection
with that world any longer.

- But you still check out old
movie clips on the Internet.

A harmless indulgence,
like Googling yourself.

If you happen to be somebody.

A...

At the time "Shadow
Show" was in production,

were you aware that Don
Maddox was shooting extra footage

without the
producer's knowledge?

No, but it doesn't surprise me.

Don was always falling
out with his producers.

- You said, in your
original statement,

that you went to see
Max Stone that afternoon

on a "business matter."

Could you tell us
more about that?

Well, the truth is, I wanted him

to do something
about the situation.

What situation was that?

- My then-husband was carrying
on an affair with Eva Roderick.

He made no attempt
to disguise the fact

or to spare my feelings.

I was being humiliated
in front of my colleagues.

- Had you confronted
him about this behavior?

That would have
been a waste of time.

You have to
understand that Don is

an emotional and physical bully.

Humiliating me
meant nothing to him.

He deliberately reduced
me to tears on set,

time after time.

It was his way of
dealing with actresses.

Lady Gransford, I have to
ask you, why would Max Stone

have taken your
part in all of this?

Because he fancied Eva himself.

That was obvious.

The little tart jumped
on Don's casting couch

to get her first
job in pictures,

but she knew where
the serious money was.

She was playing up to Max
Stone, and he wanted her.

There's been a development.
Some more film's been posted.

- And it might be the whole
sequence. Have a look.

"Shadow Show" 4, take
2. Mark it. And... action!

- You really don't
get it, do you?

You're my property!

I can do what I like with
you and, when I've finished,

I can throw you away,
like a used Kleenex.

I can make you disappear!

- Oh!
- You do what I tell you to do.

I don't give a damn!
Let me through here!

This has gone far enough.
Stop this, right here!

Aah!

Ow.
- Cut, for Chri...

So what do you make of that?

Let's think about
what we've got here.

Maybe what we're seeing is

Maddox bullying
an actress for real,

which, according to his
wife, he's got form for.

- Well, if it's
real, it looks like

Max Stone's intervening
to protect Eva.

He fancied Eva for himself.

And they came to blows.
- So what happened to Eva?

Well, if Gloria's
to be believed...

That's a big "if."

- Eva was playing Maddox
and Stone against each other.

So maybe Maddox murdered
both of them, out of jealousy?

It's a theory.

Yeah, well, that was then,
1990. What about now?

Why has this stuff suddenly
being posted on the 'Net?

- It's giving a lot
of grief to Maddox.

- Yeah, and who'd
want to do that?

- Anyone who's ever
met him, actually.

- It could be Gloria.
She's still got it in for him.

She was the first to flag it up.
- Hmm.

But if it's just malice, why is
it coming in dribs and drabs?

Maybe there's more to come.
- What if there's evidence

of a real crime and
someone is saying to Maddox,

"I've gone public with
this, but there's a lot more"?

Yeah, a bit of blackmail.

Maddox might be finished
as a movie director,

but he's still worth a few bob.

Okay, Brian, let's go
and talk to Maddox again.

- Ah!

"Lawrence Of Arabia."

What about him?

The film.

As far as I remember,
I only saw that once,

with Jimmy
Greenbanks, the librarian.

Passionate kisses
never came into it.

You don't altogether
surprise me, Brian.

- He never ceases
to surprise me.

Uncertainty,

anxiety, and tension.

Ahem, I'll go again.

Uncertainty,

anxiety, and tension.
- Cheers.

That's life in today's world.

We all feel the pressure.

But now, science has the answer

to constipation.

Highlax:

it takes the weight
off your mind.

Oh, look lively, it's Lilly Law.

I'm working! This is harassment!

How do I talk to him?

- Through there.

- Um...

We've got new
evidence to discuss!

My property!

I can do what I like with
you and, when I've finished,

I can throw you away,
like a used Kleenex.

I can make you disappear!

- Oh!
- You do what I tell you to do.

I don't give a damn!
Let me through here!

This has gone far enough.
Stop this, right here!

Aah!
- Ow.

- Cut, for Chri...
- Uh, Mr. Maddox.

Sorry, dear, I'm
in police custody.

We don't seem to have
any response from you

about settling your accounts.

I don't deal with the
small change, sweetheart.

Talk to my people.

Or you can write to me,
care of Strangeways.

My money's on
Broadmoor, actually.

So what was all
that about, then?

- "It's like déjà
vú all over again."

Sam Goldwyn.

Very good, Brian.

You really are a world-class

anorak, aren't you?

Producer interferes
with director's shoot,

director invites
him to piss off...

Everyday life in
the movie business.

What, physical violence?

- Well, it is a bit unusual,
but not unheard of.

- One more thing

that wasn't mentioned
in your witness statement.

- No. Max Stone
had been found dead.

If I'd said we'd
been in a fight, well,

it would've given a
misleading impression.

It would've been the truth.

So what happened after
the exchange of blows?

We both realized
we were behaving

like middle-aged buffoons.

We cleaned ourselves up

and Max Stone closed
down the shoot, as I said!

And then Stone was murdered.

Not by me.

Going back to the
assault on Eva Roderick.

According to your ex-wife...

- Oh, Lady Godiva's
stuck her oar in, has she?

According to Gloria,

you habitually abused
actresses on set.

She reckons you frequently
reduced her to tears.

- The only way to get a
performance out of Gloria.

She's got the emotional
range of a petrol pump.

Did you bully Eva?

Not by my standards.

As I said, what you saw
in the footage was fiction.

You always worked
with David Snaith

as your director of photography.

Every picture you made,
including "Shadow Show."

- Yes.

- Did he shoot this footage?

- Yes, he did.

You didn't mention him
in your last interview.

No.
- Why not?

Dave was a bit uncomfortable
about working on the cheap.

He wouldn't want it known.

This is a police
investigation, Mr. Maddox.

From now on,

we'd like the
whole truth, please.

- Yeah, sorry about that.

- And David Snaith will confirm
your version of events, will he?

- Absolutely, yes.

Yeah, that's terrific.

Yeah, thanks very much.

Computer forensics...
They can tell

where the first
posting originated from:

an Internet cafe
in Gerrards Cross.

Where Snaith lives.

Yeah, he's moving
nicely into the frame.

Shame we can't find him.
- There may be a lead.

Mr. David Martin Snaith and
Mr. William Patrick Radford

gave notice of
intention to register

a civil partnership a
couple of months ago,

though the partnership
was not, in fact, registered.

We got anything on
this "William Radford"?

He describes himself as
a "cinematic craftsman."

I looked him up.

He works for a
firm in the Studios.

Well, he's got to
be worth talking to.

He certainly has.

William Radford?

- Billy Radford, yeah.

Jack Halford. This
is Gerry Standing.

We work with the
Metropolitan Police.

Oh, right. So what
can I do for you?

We'd like to talk to
you about David Snaith.

Right. Do you mind if
we take this outside?

Oh, sure, sure.

- Fascinating job you've
got, making all these props.

Well, prosthetics, actually.
- Yeah?

Is it for a horror film?
- Yeah, "Curse of the Pharaoh"?

Oh! Oh, I love a
good horror flick.

Do you remember
"The Devil Rides Out"?

Uh, no.

Huh? You remember it, don't you?

- I don't like horror films.
- No?

Apparently, there are
tons of paper records

in the vaults here, and most
of it's never been archived.

- Oh, so there might be some
documentation on "Shadow Show."

- Well, good to know whether

Don Maddox is
bullshitting us, isn't it?

- Mm-hmm. Do you want
me to have a look, then?

- It's your kind
of thing, Brian.

- What?

- Are you all right?

- If I can't rely on me memory,

then I've lost me
USP, haven't I?

Me whole raison d'etre.

- I wouldn't go that far.

- Well, in respect of
"Lawrence of Arabia,"

can it be playing me false?

- I dunno, Brian,
you've lost me.

And... action!

- Dave was really good to me.

He gave me my
start in this business.

Yeah, weren't you
planning a civil partnership?

- Yeah, we thought we
had a future together.

It didn't really work out.

Do you know where he is now?

- We haven't been in
touch since we broke up.

He could be out of the country.

He's been doing a lot of
work in Eastern Europe.

- Did he ever mention about
working with Don Maddox

on a film called "Shadow Show"?

- Yeah, he really
rated Don Maddox;

he thought he was one
of the great directors.

- Do you know if
he's in possession

of any of the
footage from the film?

- I'm not aware of that.

I realized there's
lots of things

I didn't know about Dave;
that's why we broke up.

- What sort of things?

- Look, I don't want
to drop him in it.

- This is a murder
investigation, Mr. Radford.

In your own interests,
you'd be well advised

to tell us everything
you know, right now.

- The reason I split
up with him was

I found out he'd
been lying to me.

- What about?

- Drugs. He promised me
he was clean, but hey-ho.

And... cut! Lovely; thank you.

Ah! Shooting schedule, 1987.

Getting warm.

Of course, either Esther
or I could be confusing

"Lawrence Of Arabia"
with "Doctor Zhivago."

'89.

Which would be a
bad sign, in itself.

Still is true, yeah.

Oh, guv'nor, guv'nor.

Oh, Miss Davenport.

Oh, excuse me.

- Apropros of your
earlier conversation,

would you say that
Don Maddox has

financial problems, of any kind?

Not that I know of.

He's just tight-fisted
and obnoxious.

Thank you.

- I've found a script!

Hey-hey!

Sit down, Brian.

I've found a script
for "Shadow Show."

Let's have a look.

The scene posted on the
Internet doesn't exist in this script.

So Maddox is
definitely having us over.

Maddox has been giving us
a load of lies from the start.

He now admits that Snaith
shot the bootleg footage.

The Internet postings came
from Snaith's neighborhood,

but he disappeared
when they started.

And his ex-boyfriend

said he was well dodgy.

He could be running a
blackmail scam from abroad,

but then why post the
footage from Gerrards Cross?

Well, if we can't
find him, let's

give his place the once-over.
- After lunch.

That's Don Maddox's car.

What's he doing here?

Just dropping by on the
off-chance, were you?

Look, I'd better tell you,
there seems to have been

a break-in.
- Oh, does there?

- I couldn't get an
answer, so I checked round

at the back door...
It's been forced.

- I'd better take
a look. Wait here.

I'll be wanting to talk to you.

Looks like there's been a
bit of an altercation here.

You have four new messages.

Good morning, Dave.

It's about time we
got together again.

Get back to me.
- It's Gloria.

Her Ladyship?
- Yeah, who has

"No connection with
that world any longer."

Dave, get back to me, please.

Me again.

Look, I've tried your
mobile, got no response.

I really need... I
really need a meeting.

Get back to me, you bastard.
You know what it's like.

I don't think she wants to
discuss the servant problem.

No.

Look, I admit I wanted

to talk to Dave to, uh,
make sure our recollections

were compatible,
that I hadn't...

inadvertently
forgotten anything.

Was there anything in Snaith's
possession that you wanted?

- I don't know what you mean.

- Evidence relating
to the events of 1990.

- More incriminating footage.

I just wanted to talk to him.

No one answered the front door,

so you just broke
in the back way,

is that right?

- I know how it
looks, but the fact is,

as soon as I saw the
door had been forced, I left.

Hmm, rather briskly.

I knew how it looked!

- A thorough forensic
examination of Snaith's house

is currently in progress;
you'll be asked to provide

fingerprints, as well
as a DNA sample.

If you've been in that
house, we'll know about it.

God, I'm gasping for a coffee.

- Yeah, go on, then.

Listen, we just had an
email from the search team.

They found dealing quantities

of cocaine on the premises.

So Snaith's doing
business, is he?

- Well, Maybe that's
what Lady Gloria's

getting her knickers
in a twist about.

- We'll ask her.
- They also found bloodstains,

not fresh, same group as Snaith.

First, Eva, then
Snaith... Isn't it funny,

how people tend to disappear
when Don Maddox is around?

Yeah, but if
Maddox killed Snaith

some time ago,

what's he doing, lurking
round the house today?

- Well, if we go with
the blackmail scenario,

Maddox confronts Snaith,
kills him, and decides

his first priority is
to get rid of the body.

Any chance of a coffee?

- Oh, sorry.

But he believes there may
be compromising material

at Snaith's house, so
he goes round to check.

Have I given up coffee,

or something?

Dave's been my dealer
for something like 20 years.

I can't go anywhere else.

The papers would
crucify my husband!

I trust Dave.

Well, it looks like
he's let you down, now.

- He wouldn't just leave
me without a stash!

Whenever he goes
away, he makes sure

I've got enough to get by.

I really, really need help.

Yeah, you do, and,
when we're done here,

I'll put you in touch
with a recovery program.

You were in a very
vulnerable position

with Dave Snaith.

Did he ever try and
extort extra cash from you,

by threatening to
expose your problem?

- Dave's a friend!
A dear, dear friend.

He's not a blackmailer!

Something must've
happened to him.

I've been worried about him

ever since he got
involved with that little shit!

Sorry, who are we talking about?

- Billy Radford!

And why were you worried?

- Radford beats him up.

Dave's had to go to
hospital more than once.

He won't involve the police

and he won't finish
with that evil, little creep!

- Let's go.

- He... He owes Dave everything.

Dave found him
in the gutter and...

gave him his start
in the film business.

Cheers, Jack.
Radford's legged it.

Seen leaving his flat with a
backpack and a laptop bag.

- Okay, tell him we'll
meet them at the Studios.

- Have you got that? Yeah.

That is interesting. Right.

How do I turn this off?

- Red button, Brian.

- Hmm. Gloria got
it a little bit wrong.

Billy Radford
wasn't in the gutter

before he got into
the film industry.

He had a steady,
responsible job.

- Doing what?

He worked in a mortuary,

embalming cadavers and organs.

Sorry to drag you
out, Miss Davenport,

but it's important.

Here's the warrant.

- Yes, okay.

We'll get the
lights switched on.

Ah. Yeah, this is
where he was working.

What would they be made of?
- Molded resin, I suppose.

Hollow?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm no expert,
but I don't think

molded resin smells
of formaldehyde.

But an embalmed body would.

Oh!

Well, whatever David
Snaith was guilty of,

he's not going
to reoffend, is he?

Yeah, Det Supt Pullman, UCOS.

I'm at Pinewood Studios.
We have a suspicious death.

Can you send an MI
team ASAP to my location?

Cheers.

So it's out of your hands.

The new inquiry is.
We're still on the cold case.

- I bet, when they
invented the Internet,

they didn't envisage Web sites

for yo-yo enthusiasts.

You want to see the video clips.

- I think I'll give it a miss.

Speaking of matters
cinematic, I'm convinced I saw

"Lawrence of Arabia"
with Jimmy Greenbanks.

- Yes, so did I.

Eh? What about all
the passionate kisses?

- Well, that was Jimmy;
he was very hotblooded.

Well, he had
paid for the tickets

and he bought me
a drink on a stick.

Trouble is, with
all the snogging,

he missed half the picture,
so he had to go see it again

with you, to find
out what happened.

- Why didn't you go with me?

- Well, we only went out once.

How long was I supposed to wait?

I was training for
a major hill climb.

I was barely out of the saddle.

You wanted to get
your priorities sorted.

Mind you, if you fancy taking
me to the pictures again,

after all these
years, I don't mind.

Sit. Good boy.

I love a good film.

- Hmm. If you knew what
went on in the making of films,

you wouldn't fancy them.

Same with sausages.

No, I'm sorry,
sir, just don't think

that the team
should be weakened!

Especially when there have been
new developments in the inquiry.

Morning.

Don't take your cycle clips off,
mate; we've been redeployed.

Eh?

- The team investigating the
Snaith murder is shorthanded

and UCOS has been
prevailed upon to help out.

I'm lending them you and Jack.

- I've made my views clear.

Of course, I fought
tooth and nail

to keep the team
together, but there it is.

I mean, you know,
as well as I do,

that we're living in a world
of mixed-economy policing.

I'm perfectly serious.

I need to know that you
continue to be on-message.

You've got used to doing
things your own way at UCOS,

but you're going to
have to work very hard

to get up to speed with
approved norms and practices

in a frontline investigation.

- In the meantime, Brian,
new footage has been posted.

- Yeah, well, you'd
better take a look at that.

And then report to
your action manager

in the murder
investigation team.

Thank you, Gerry.

Yep.

Ew, pervy.

Yeah. I'm familiar
with this sort of stuff.

Vice squad.

Yeah, BDSM: bondage,
domination, sadomasochism.

Anything like this in
the shooting script?

No.

- Maybe Maddox is making
his own private porn movie.

- Maybe he was
making a snuff movie.

Stone is killed because he
finds out and tries to interfere.

Snaith's the cameraman.
He hangs on to the footage.

- Radford discovers it
and pulls it off Snaith.

Snaith tries to stop
him, gets killed.

- So Radford puts
the black on Maddox.

Right, let's get round
to the murder team

and tell them that
we've cracked it.

What?!

- All we need is a
bit of proof, Jack.

- Good luck!
- Luck? We don't need luck!

We're up to speed on
approved norms and practices.

Black-market policing.

Exactly.

Oh! At least there's
one friendly face here.

- Hello, love! Not
all robocops, then.

- Hello, Emily.

We're looking for
the action manager.

- Yeah, we're the action men.

I'm the action manager.

Oh, right.
- Congratulations.

Follow me! Now you
might not be familiar

with the action-led
inquiry system,

so I'll run through it with you.

I issue the actions,
which will then be placed

in your dedicated pigeonholes.

Now, an action could be

interviewing a
particular witness,

collating and listing
exhibits, and so forth.

Well, actually,
Emily, we're more...

- If I could just finish. I'll
take any questions later.

Now, each action will be
placed in priority order...

High, medium, and low...

And that's the order
that you'll deal with them.

Now, the completed action
will then be returned to my office

and I'll process them
through the computer system.

The thing is, love,

we can cut
through all this crap.

Pardon?

We reckon Snaith was
killed by his ex-boyfriend,

Radford, because Snaith had
material that Radford wanted

so he could blackmail
the chief suspect

in the UCOS investigation.

- A clapped-out film
director called Maddox.

It's all one case, really.

So you can just
leave it all to us.

We'll find Radford
and Bob's your uncle.

And Fanny's your aunt.
- Ha ha.

You're not running
this investigation.

That is

the senior investigating
officer's job, okay?

Understood.
- We're up to speed.

- We're aware of the UCOS
investigation's findings.

Now, your actions have
been assigned, so...

welcome onboard.

Hmph.

"Catalog and conduct

preliminary
examination of exhibits

from search of
Radford premises."

- Yeah, same
here. "Priority: low."

Never mind what was
or wasn't in the script...

That's not the point.

I admit I haven't been
telling you the truth.

So do it now.

You have to understand
about Max Stone.

He was a bit of a throwback.

He acted like a Hollywood
mogul from the '30s and '40s.

- Meaning what, exactly?

He thought any actress in
one of his films was his property.

He couldn't take
no for an answer.

- So you saw eye-to-eye with
him about some things, then.

It wasn't like that between
Eva and me... we were in love.

You believe that or not.

The point is, Stone
pressured Eva

into joining in his
perverted little games.

What sort of games?

Humiliation, bondage, S&M.
What you see in the footage.

But that's not Max
Stone, that's you.

I'm trying to explain.

Eva went along with
it because she knew

"Shadow Show" was my last chance

and Stone could wipe me
out with a stroke of the pen,

and I did nothing to protect
her, for the same reason.

I wanted to see my name
on the marquee again...

"Shadow Show, a
film by Don Maddox."

I think I'd have
sold my soul for that.

Maybe I did.

Yeah, but that still doesn't
explain about the clips.

We couldn't confront
Stone directly,

but we wanted to get
even, in our own way,

so I set up the bootleg
shoots, and we built into them

everything Stone
did and said to Eva.

So you're saying it
was a reenactment?

Exactly. A windup,
embarrassing and humiliating

the boss, in front of everyone.

- I can relate to that.

Except, Stone barged
on to the set, of course.

He found out what we were doing
and you saw the consequence.

If we were to believe
what you're telling us,

that gives you another
motive for killing him.

But I didn't do it.
- So who did?

No idea. I've told
you all I know of it.

No, I don't think you have.

What happened to Eva?

Eva killed herself.
We all know that.

Why are you being blackmailed?

- I'm not being blackmailed.

So why was the footage
posted on the Internet?

I don't know.

Mr. Maddox, we
believe that David Snaith

was killed because
of that footage.

Now, whoever did
that thought it was

a little bit more significant
than a showbiz windup.

I can't help you any
further, I'm afraid.

He's not giving us
the whole picture.

And he knows we
know it and he's rattled.

- We could call in a surveillance
team, keep tabs on him.

- How long would
that take to get going?

- A few days, at least.

- Or we could just do
it ourselves, right now.

- Yeah, we could, couldn't we?

Preliminary postmortem

and medical records
of David Snaith.

Are you two making progress?

Yes, just booting up
Radford's computer now.

- Just remember:

we only want a description
of what's on the files.

Anything technical goes
to computer forensics.

Oh, absolutely. We're
totally on-message.

- Good.

Maddox is home.

He's got a big bag full of
goodies from Fortnum & Mason's.

Maybe he's just going
to sit inside and pig out.

You'll just have to wait
and see, won't you?

I don't know, try
yoga or meditation.

No, Gerry, I said "meditation."

Hmm, Facefit.

You mean "Facebook."

No, no, this is
something else. It's...

Let's get it going.

What's all this in aid of?

- It's facial-reconstruction
software.

It's got forensic and
archaeological applications,

but you can see why
Radford would find it useful...

For creating prosthetics.
- Yeah, but he wouldn't be

creating prosthetics
of Eva, would he?

No, what he's doing is
seeing what she'd look like

in various hairstyles
and eye colors,

20 years after
the original photo.

Here you go. Who
does that remind you of?

Oh, she's kind of familiar.

Now, we're supposed to

put all this in
our action report,

so that Emily can feed
it into the computer.

- Well, that's what
we're supposed to do.

He's on the move and he's coming

in your direction!

Yeah, I see him.

You hold back. I'll take over.

Now where's he going?!

This place is a bloody maze!

- I bet that Fortnum's
bag is full of folding.

This is a classic
payoff scenario.

Ah.

Agh!

Gerry standing.

Your mates Jack and
Brian have gone AWOL.

They didn't complete
their action reports!

All they did was
leave me a Post-it note

with the oldest
excuse in the book:

"On enquiries".

Emily, Emily, Emily, I can't
talk now! I'm on inquiries!

- Turn it off!

Lotte's here. She's checked
out the keys for Block A.

- The scene of the crime.

I can hear Maddox talking.

Radford must've
sneaked in already.

Go on.

Oh.

Oh, Christ, it's the
Wicked Witch of the West.

What's going on?

- What does it bloody look like

and what business
is it of yours?

If this is just a
clandestine naughty,

what's the wedge in aid of?

These are private premises;
we're not breaking any laws,

so take your hands
off my property

and piss off!

Don't talk to us like that!

- Gerry, I think we're
out of order, here.

We made a mistake. Sorry.

Get back.

Bloody hell.

What we going to do?

- We'll have to send
for armed backup.

- Well, no, that's fine, but what
are we going to do right now?

This really screws things up.
- It's all there, Billy.

Just take the money and
go. It's what we agreed.

- I got to hand it to you,
Billy, you played a blinder.

You really got the drop
on us, but do us a favor,

tell us the truth: why
is he paying you off?

What have you got on him?!

You're paid to keep your
mouth shut. Leave it there.

- You've been
really clever, Billy.

You've sussed out what was
going on here way before us

and you've got Don Maddox
by the balls... well done.

Billy, she's just stalling
'til her mates arrive.

Shut it!

All of you.

Just let me think.

Leave it.

Security knows I'm here.
- Leave it.

If I don't answer,
they'll investigate.

Go on, then, deal with it.

Lotte Davenport.

It's for you, Billy.

It's the police.
They're outside.

They know you're here.

You'd better
talk to them, Billy,

or they'll come in
with all guns blazing

and then God help us.

Sit down.

Hello, Billy.

This is Jack
Halford. Now, listen:

armed police are
surrounding the premises.

We're anxious to
resolve the situation

without harming anyone,

so we're going to
send you a negotiator.

Brian Lane, Billy.

I've come to talk.

Uhh!

We've got plenty of time,
Billy, there's no pressure.

Can I take me hands down, Billy?

I get a bit rheumatic

in awkward... postures.

Yeah.

A bit old for this, aren't you?

You never said a truer
word. I am, indeed, son.

And you know what?

My big ambition
is to get a lot older.

So I'll be looking

to sort this out without
anyone getting hurt

and I believe that's what
you want, too, Billy, isn't it?

Well, it depends.

Yes, of course.

A bit of give and
take from both sides,

that's what negotiation's
all about, eh?

Well, first off,

I'm really pleased to see

that everyone here's
safe and sound.

You, Billy;

Sandra, Gerry, Don,

and Eva.

Anyway,

I've got one suggestion,

for openers, Billy.

I know you won't want
to give up the gun just yet.

You still need to be in control,

that's understandable,

but how about if you
didn't actually point it?

I'd certainly feel

a lot more relaxed,

and that's the way to
do business, isn't it?

All right.

So what have you
got to say to me?

Thank you, Billy.

I'm feeling better already.

Can you hang on a minute?
We're trying something.

I know where you're
coming from, Billy.

Desperate situation,
desperate measures.

But things aren't as
desperate as you think.

- Don't try and bullshit me!

- I'm not!

You beat Dave Snaith up
one last time, didn't you?

- You know very well
what I did. I'm a murderer.

I'm going inside for 20 years.

- Billy, listen...
- You couldn't negotiate shit!

You can tell your mates
you've screwed up.

I want a car outside
in two minutes,

otherwise, I start shooting

and she'll be first.
- Now, listen, son!

Leave it, Gerry!
We're still talking!

Billy, listen to what I'm saying

or you'll be dead tonight,

along with God knows who else.

That's not a
threat; it's a fact.

Billy,

I've seen Dave
Snaith's medical records.

He had a history

of degenerative heart disease.

He'd been warned by a specialist

that he needed urgent surgery

and he'd refused.

He could've died

at any time.

Are you saying I'm
not on offer for murder?

I'm saying things
could be a lot worse.

What you need,
son, is a good lawyer.

Billy...

When you're in a
hole, just stop digging.

You could do yourself some good.

Come on, son.

It's all over. You know that.

I'll be leaving here
in about 10 minutes.

- Well done, Brian.

- I didn't know you were
a trained negotiator, Brian.

Yes! He went on a course.

- Oh, right, I didn't realize.

But he failed.

When it came to
the final role-play,

everyone got shot!

- "Win some, lose some."

- Ugh.

So why did you
have to disappear?

Don't say anything.
- Oh, it's over, Don.

All right, you can
have the truth.

I killed Max Stone.

It's all down to me. I'm
responsible, end of story.

- No, stop it!
You can't do this!

- After Stone
stopped the filming,

I went to the office and, well,
the argument started again

and I stabbed the
bastard and I'm not sorry.

- Oh, this is all
rubbish! He wasn't there.

- Shut up!
- No, you shut up, for a change.

Max called me into his office

and he said he was
going to destroy Don.

- Don't do this.

And... and he said he was
going to do things to me

that I'd be too
ashamed to think about,

never mind put on film.
- Don't do this. Don't.

And he started, then and there.

And I lost it...

Oh, I lost it.

And there was Max,
on the floor of his office,

and...

I was covered in blood.

You're saying you killed him?

Yes.

Okay, what happened then?

Eva called me.

I... cleaned the prints
off the scissors and...

smuggled her out of the Studios
before the alarm was raised.

But you came back here to work.

I hid out for a while,

I traveled, I took
cash-in-hand jobs,

but Don was brilliant; he
was always there for me.

And, after a few
years, I realized

that the movie business
was the only life I knew.

The studio was a
place we could meet

without anyone asking questions.

I knew I was rubbish
as an actress and...

ugh, I never, ever,
wanted to be a film star,

but I could do the
back-office stuff.

- I think you do yourself
an injustice, Eva.

You played a blinder
as Lotte Davenport,

for nearly 20 years.

Oh, no.

Eva was the performance.

Lotte's me. I went back
to my normal weight;

I let my hair grow out.

It was like being
released from a jail.

Ready, ma'am.

Cheers.

- However long it
takes, I'll be waiting.

I know.

Hello, love!

Don't "love" me. I'm here to
complain to your governor.

- Eh?

Jack and Brian, they're
due for a bollocking.

Oh, you're not still going
on about that, are you?

Look, we got a
result, didn't we?

- What you and your mates
have never really understood

is that results don't make
up for sloppy procedure!

- Oh, cheer up! It's not as
if they did anything dodgy;

they just worked a bit
of a flanker, that's all.

I'm not having two old chancers
working flankers round me!

I want them disciplined!

- Emily, they're
civilians, like me.

What do they care if there's
a note on their records?

Look, you give them
an official bollocking,

they'll either just
shrug it off or give you

a two-fingered salute and walk;
now, no one wants that, do they?

Well, something's
got to be done.

Yeah, well, there are some
good, old-fashioned, CID methods

for dealing with
situations like this.

- Look, I've had enough of
old-fashioned CID methods.

No, listen, I know where to
hit them where it really hurts.

Yeah?

- Yeah. But the idea never
came from me, you understand?

Well, that's another terrific
result for the UCOS team,

and what this demonstrates
conclusively, Fiona,

is that the UCOS
methodology can deliver

on current inquiries,
just as well as cold cases.

- Oh, really?

- Let me run some of the key
strategic decisions past you.

Excuse me.

- This is a nice do, Emily.
Can we make a contribution?

- Oh, no, thanks,
that's all taken care of.

- Really? Who stumped up?

- Jack and Brian.

It's their fine for
misbehaving on duty.

Good, old-fashioned CID
tradition. Cheers, boys.

- Thanks for your generosity.

- My pleasure.
- Enjoy.

- Go on! Let's have a go.
I used to win prizes at this.

Look!

Walking the dog.

You know, I had Don
Maddox down as a total shit,

but what he did was kind
of romantic, really, wasn't it?

There's no law that says a
total shit can't be romantic.

- Is that right, Gerry?

♪ It's alright, it's okay ♪

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

♪ It's alright, I
say, it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's alright, doin' fine ♪

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

♪ It's alright, I
say, it's okay ♪

♪ we're gettin' to the
end of the day ♪ ♪

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