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This way, guvnor.
Excuse me, sir!

PC Travis. Are you DCI Langton?

Langton? No, I'm not!

You know Dave Hill's going to be
in hospital at least two more weeks?
Burst appendix.

So I contacted the back-up, the one
you okayed - Anna Travis. Good.

Any particular
reason you earmarked her?

Only she's got
very little CID experience.

She's a pen pusher.
Knew her father. Owed him a favour.

Did you come straight
here when I phoned you?
Yeah, got the train.

Shit!

What are you doing here? This one's
nothing to do with you.

Might be one of mine, Charlie.
No way does that fit your MO, Jimmy.
She's just a kid!

Gill, I'm off to Depot One.

As soon as you're done, get that
body over to the mortuary.
Will do, sir.

Anna Travis? Yeah.
DI Mike Lewis. Get a suit on.

Ease the body over fully.

See? Not tightened the same way
as all the others.

She is ours!
Yep, looks like it.

I'm going to take this one, Charlie,
whether you like it or not.

That's bullshit, Jimmy!
The boss has already allocated
the next murder to my team.

Hey, want a bacon sandwich?
No, thank you.

No way can you link this to your
investigation! DC Travis, sir.

Have you got your own transport?
Yes, sir.

I'll see you back at the incident
room. Mike.

Hudson's not going to let this one
go without a fight,

so as soon as they get her in
the mortuary, we get over there.

Charles assigned it to us. Are you
driving, or am I?

No, it's your turn.

Yes, I understand your problem.

We have extra officers patrolling
the area. Excuse me, Sergeant.

Er, could you tell me where DCI
Langton's incident room is, please?

Excuse me one moment, sir.
Yes. Through the door, second floor.

Thank you. We just don't have enough
officers to do that.

I will pass your concerns on.

but the victim, we think,
is Melissa Stephens, aged 18.

Reported missing a few weeks ago.

Last known sighting of her was
by her boyfriend

as they said their goodbyes outside
a restaurant in Spitalfields.

The parents called it in when
she failed to turn up at home.

Clean-living student
at London University.

No criminal record,
no trouble at home.

Certainly not a prostitute.

Park yourself over
on that empty desk. Thanks.

She may not be connected, but
we desperately need a fresh case.

Well, Hudson's already screaming
about you being there, guv.

He's taken the girl to the mortuary.
Yeah, well, he's not having her.

Mike!

Hey!

Can I take your name and
address? And your phone number?

Ever been to a postmortem, Travis?
Er... Yes, sir, I have.
Sorry about this morning, sir.

You'll be even sorrier if you throw
up at the mortuary.

I've been going through
all the cold cases.

First one was a tart
called Mary Murphy.

When that flatlined, we just kept
sifting through the case files

and found one bloody victim
after another, all with the same MO,

but no leads. We've been on this
for eight months now.

Isn't that right, Mike?
That's right.

And the uh...the top brass are just
about to pull the finances from us.

You want a mint?
No, thank you.

The knot is very secure, as is the
one on the tights round her neck.

Hold on, Veronica! Hold on.

I need the knot intact.

Can you just slice away from...
Jimmy, I have done this before.

Can I get a close-up picture
of this?

We're gonna get a lot of gases
released from this one.

I'd say...dead at least a month.
There's a lot of infestation.

There you are.
Right, get this over to Forensics.

I want it compared
to the other girls,

to confirm the knots are tied
in the same way.
Can you turn the body over? Yes.

I'm going to cut
the tights loose next.

On first impression, it looks like
she was garrotted.

Tied from the front, so he was
looking at her

while he was doing this.

There's some trauma to the left side
of the face.

He may have knocked her out.

There's some
facial animal predation...

..and her tongue appears to be
partially eaten.

Let's get the clothes off her.

Jimmy, we need to talk - like, now!

This is bang out of order!
Wanna bet? She's mine.

These'll prove it. You...
DCI Hudson!

You get out of my mortuary
and put a bloody gown on!

Are you all right at the back there,
Travis? It was the smell, sir.

Well, next time, take the mint
when it's offered to you.

Either that, or use a nose plug!

bras removed and used to tie the
hands.

As you can see, most of the victims
had previous convictions for
prostitution.

All been dumped in different areas
of London dating back to 1996.

All murdered in exactly the same way?
That's why they're on the board.

Can I take the files home with me?

I've got a lot of catching up to do.
As long as you don't tell me about
it.

Travis, get me Melissa's MisPer file
from Borough.

I need everything they've got -
especially any CCTV footage.

We don't even know if it is
Melissa's - Parents just confirmed
her clothing.

We've got ID from
her dental records.

Like a little angel, wasn't she?

Get me a coffee, Travis.

WOMAN: He needs the comparison
results as soon as possible. OK.

Great. Thanks for your help. Bye.

Could you just take that from me,
sir?

Had to go all the way to Colombia
for it, did we (?)

Thank you.

Shut the door.

I worked with your father
a few years back. He was a bloody
good cop.

That's why you're here, Travis.
Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry to hear he passed on.

I hope you don't mind me asking.
Erm...

Do you think there should be a press
release to warn all the other girls?

Warn them all you like. It won't
stop them if they need a fix.

Right. Were they all from London?
None of them were from London.

They were what we call "weekenders".
They come up to London to do the
business

and then go back to Manchester
or Sheffield or Leeds - wherever.

And there's no evidence
that they knew each other.

You need to read up on the inquiry
details and the thousands of
statements.

Well, go on. Get cracking.

We're doing a lot of work on
a case we don't officially have yet.

That prick Hudson gets his way,

we're going to have to hand it
all over to him.

This CCTV is not in any kind of
order. This one comes after No.2.

That's so typical of bloody Borough!
Yes. Can't detectives count?

Not in Borough, they can't !
Look, Mike...

I know I only saw the body
briefly at the scene...

Put that out.

As far as I'm concerned, we
should have the first call on this.

This murder is linked to my
investigation. I'm sure of it.

Well, I've got a scientist looking
at the knots as we speak.

I'm expecting a call
from her any minute to confirm it.

Paul, have you viewed
all the Melissa Stephens CCTV?

I looked at everything they sent,
but there may be more
we haven't got yet.

I don't think I've missed anything,
but I've had to do it all on my own.
How many cameras picked her up?

Five. The restaurant, Artillery Row,
the Tube, Hoxton Square...

and Coronet Street.

I'll double-check I haven't missed
anything if we get the job.
We'll get it. Is that Melissa?

That's our girl.
Stop it there!

Take it back to the footage outside
the restaurant.

They're on different DVDs. They're
split between different locations,

so usually I have to find...

Commander Leigh. DCI Hudson.

Barbara!
Yes, sir?

Do us a favour - get me
a chicken-and-cheese sandwich
from the canteen. OK.

No tomatoes.

My team was in the frame
for the next assignment...

Should I put all these on one DVD?
Maybe wait.

Never mind edging me out of the
fucking mortuary!

Melissa Stephens is my case!

Plus someone told the Borough
that they had authority

to seize all the CCTV and Missing
Persons files! All right, all right.

I admit that I'm not
going to give her to you

so that you and your flat-footed
team - Sit down. SIT DOWN!

Now, I'm not the least bit
interested... DCI Langton, if you
bring me unequivocal evidence...

It's like I'm his personal shopper.

And I'm fed up with collecting
his dry cleaning every week!

And the Commander, God bless her, is
going to give us some extra
man power and resources.

Your sandwich, sir.
Thanks. No tomatoes?

No, sir, but if there's a trace of
one, I'll pick it out personally.

How did Hudson take it?

He's ecstatic!

Right, let's get started.

You get in touch with our office.

I need these as quickly as possible
tomorrow. Now, let's go through -

Boss?

What is it, Paul?
Got them all on one disk?

I'm no Spielberg,
but I put it together.

I'll let the Commander know that
you're stalling, shall I? Thank you.

Thank you, Barbara.

Here she is
in Spitalfields Market,

coming out of this restaurant
with her boyfriend.

She's wearing a light-blue denim
jacket, white-and-pink floral dress,

black tights, wedged sandals

and a very distinctive raffia
pink-and-white semicircular bag.

The bag wasn't found at the murder
site, right? Nor her jacket?

They've had an argument and she
doesn't want to go back to his.

Here she is walking
down Artillery Row.

She's missed the last tube
so she's looking for a cab.

Doesn't see one. Starts walking.

We've got a time gap now

till we pick her up
over on Hoxton Square

walking past The Real Greek.

Half a minute later,
here she is in Coronet Street,

outside the Amore Club.

Right, get
onto the clubs -
both of them.

Talk to this guy.
Marino. I know him.

And the heavy
on the door of the strip joint.

Charlie. Yeah, will do.
Pick her up again hailing a taxi.

As she does so, these drunken yobs
fall out of this club.

The cab just drives on past.

Then one of the yobs starts giving
Melissa a hard time.

Here's the interesting part:
take a look at the Merc cruising.

It's definitely cruising,

but he does stop, so she looks
towards the Merc.

This bloody great van turns up, sits
here for a couple of minutes.

When it goes, Melissa
and the Merc have gone.

But did she get in it?

She must have done.
We don't pick her up on any CCTV
cameras after this.

If she did, that tom in the red top
would have seen her. Roll up.

Right there. See?

Right. I want her questioned
tonight.

And the other two - tonight.

And get that still enlarged.

Print them off.

♪ There is a garden where

♪ Deep in my...

You take the Amore club.
I'll take the Court. OK.

♪ There is a boy

♪ Who is in love with me

♪ And we play in our garden

♪ With a lovers' delight

♪ In the dazzling golden day

♪ And the silvery night

♪ How can I leave him alone

♪ In this dream of our own making

♪ Were we to part

♪ I dream I'd fade away

♪ In a fantasy garden

♪ Garden of...

Did you see Melissa Stephens getting
into this Mercedes?

Look - there's me, with them
bleedin' football hooligans.

I had my work cut out with them!
Sorry, I never saw her.

I remember I saw a bunch of guys
messing around outside the club,

but that's it - nothing else.
Did she get into this car?

Don't know. You don't know?
I don't know.

♪ ..love to stay

♪ O my beloved

♪ Prince of the shining sea

♪ Have you... ♪

'Ere - she's a regular.
Who is?

That one
is one of our regular drag queens.

Do you know her name?
I don't. I just recognise her.

What about her? Do you know her?
This is Red.

Red? Yeah. She wear red garb,
that's why they call her Red.

Where can I find Red? I don't know.
Sure? It's not my business.

Well, I'll make it your business.

DREAMLIKE SINGING AND MUSIC

ENGINE ROARS

♪ ..in love ♪

These seven women have all been
murdered in the same way

over a 12-year period.

Teresa Booth, Sandra Donaldson,

Kathleen Keegan, Barbara Whittle,

Beryl Villiers, Mary Murphy

and, most recently,
Melissa Stephens.

"Her jacket and bag are missing."
What's her name?

"The bag, as you can see,
is very distinctive."

Metropolitan Police murder squad.
Sorry, can you repeat that, please?

"If they have any information..."
Well, thank you very much.

"Melissa's mother, June Stephens,

would like to make
a short statement."

Not bad, for an old fart! You have
a few more years in you yet, guv!

"Our daughter..."

The parents have offered
a 100-grand reward!

Could throw up a shedload
of time wasters!

The Clubs and Vice Unit have come up
with a tom called Gladys.

Got a long list of previous
convictions. Get someone out
to trace her.

OK. Her nickname's Red, but she's
not at her last address.

She left a year ago. There's
a warrant for her arrest.

Sir, we've had a call from an
ex-drug detective from Manchester.

Barry Southwood.
Heard about the reward.

Oh, here we go. What does he have?

He wouldn't say. He sounded pissed.
Get back to him when he's sober.

We are begging you
to come forward.

This man, whoever he is,
must be caught,

so that no other parent has to go
through what we're going through now.

Thank you."
"And now, over to Sally
for the weather in the London area."

Yes... Can I take your name, please?

No. Hold on a minute.

Sir, Line 2 - caller.
Something about Melissa.

Wanted to speak to you personally.
I think this is important.

DCI Langton speaking.

"Are you involved in that missing girl?

Are you the one asking questions
about me?"

Who am I speaking to?

"Er, I saw her - the dead girl,
the one in the papers,

you know, on the telly."
Who am I talking to?

"I'm doing this so you don't give me
any aggravation."

Is this Gladys...or Red?
Is that your name, love?

"This is all I know:
she was ducking and diving.

I clocked her cos she was on
my patch, do you understand?

I was just going to cross over before
she got into the car." Which car?

"Er, Mercedes. It was cruising.
Yeah, definitely."

Mercedes. Which type?
"Er, don't know. Pale. Cream.

I don't know. Anyway, she started
talking and then she got in."

Do you think she knew him? "I don't
know. I'm telling you what I saw."

Could you describe him for me?
"No. I never saw his face.

He was wearing dark glasses.
Look, I gotta go."

Er...

She got into the bloody car!

Get onto Melissa's family. See if
they know anyone who drives a pale
Mercedes. Will do.

Goodbye. Bye.
Paul! Paul!

Get some guys out
and pick up this tart called Red.

Right. I've done some checking up
on Barry Southwood.

Now, he's a nasty piece of work.

On the take when he was
with the Drugs Squad

and now he's after this reward.
He lives in Spain.

He wants someone to go out there and
talk to him.

You've got to be kidding!
No.

Travis, I want you to interview this
guy Barry Southwood. Ex-detective.

He said something about the victim
tied up with her own underwear,

so we're taking him seriously.
Think you can handle it? Yeah.

Your passport in order? Passport?
Joan, book her on the first flight
out. Flight?!

You're off to Spain, Travis - and
don't blow it.

Thank you, sir!

Er, am I arranging my own transport?
I'd say that's advisable.

Spain! There and back in a day.
Nightmare!

Guv, Malins calling. Can you get
down to the mortuary?

I'm up to my ears. Tell her I'll be
there this evening.

I hope she combs her hair. She looks
like she's been dragged through
a bush backwards!

Has she really worn the same skirt
and blouse since she arrived?

At least she won't have the boss
after her. You know how he is.

I thought it could be animals,
maybe, or made by her own teeth
during strangulation,

but it was neither.

Are you saying that the sick bastard
bit her tongue off?

Mm. It looks like it.

Now, we've done a thorough
examination

and taken scaled pictures
of the bite marks,

so if you've got a suspect,
comparisons can be made

with his or her teeth.

Do you have any other victims with
bite marks? No.

So you could be looking
at two different killers.

Couldn't you, Jimmy?

Can you wait here to go
back to the airport? OK. Thanks.

Mr Southwood?

Mr Southwood!

Hello?

Excuse me, can I help you?
I'm looking for Barry Southwood.

Well, you won't find him up here.
My extensions are falling out.

He keeps tugging my hair.
It's all right. I've got the glue.

You'll find him in the living room,
along there. Thank you.

Mr Southwood?
The boy you want is upstairs.

Er, no. I'm DC Travis from
the murder inquiry in London.

You said you had information for us.

Listen, sweetie. You go back
and you tell them,

I was a detective in the Drugs Squad
for 20 bloody years

and sending me a little tart with
a tape recorder isn't good enough.

I've come a long way to see you -
You can just go back

and you can tell them
to send a proper copper.

I'll talk to him. Who's heading up
the inquiry?

The DCI is James Langton.
The commander is Jane Leigh.

Never bloody heard of either of 'em!

Bloody female commanders now!

I know they've got to push frigging
women up through the ranks

cos it's all about discrimination
nowadays!

But they're bloody useless.

Never met one who knew what she were
doing.

Mr Southwood, this is completely
irrelevant.

I can tell by looking at you,

you've never had a decent fuck!

You're a tight-arsed little bitch,
aren't you?

And I can tell by looking
at you, Mr Southwood,

that you haven't got much longer for
this world.

See, I know you were a bent copper.

Now you go one better, renting your
place out for cheap porn films.

You sad bastard! You know I could
have you picked up by the Vice Squad?

You don't know them - a lot of pen
pushers. Spanish Vice Squad (!)

That's a joke!
Oh, get out of here, go on!

Piss off!

Bugger it!

Go on, make yourself useful.
Push me over there.

My batteries need charging.
I'll push you, old man.

Where are you going? Jesus!

Jesus Christ! She's tipping me in
the sardine pool.

I will, if you don't start talking.
I can't swim.

Well, then, the sooner you start
talking, the better.

That won't work. Shit!

Talk.

All right.

20 years ago, before I moved to
London, I were a DC in Manchester

attached to the Vice Squad.

'Lilian Duffy were a well-known
tart.

She'd been picked up on numerous
occasions by the Vice Squad.

A whole string of girls living
in a shit house in Swinton.'

'Shalcott Street.'

Police and Social Services
were called there that often,

they could get there blindfolded.

Her kid Anthony was in and out of
foster care when he was younger.

Then, when he was about 17,

she were picked up, badly beaten.

She'd claimed that she'd been
assaulted and raped.

She gave a detailed description...

..of the man she claimed
had attacked her.

Then that stupid bitch
withdrew all the charges.

The old cow floored everyone by
saying it were for personal reasons.

It were her own son!

Anthony Duffy were picked up
anyroad,

but he denied attacking his mother.

A year later,

Lilian's body was found
on waste ground,

strangled with her own tights

and her hands tied behind her back
with her bra.

The murder team were tipped off
about the son.

He was brought in for questioning,

but in them days,
DNA were hit and miss.

No witness, body badly decomposed...

So Duffy were released from custody,
no charges.

Everyone knew the kid had done it.

Why?

There's something about him
that made you feel uneasy.

I think it were his eyes.

Something about the eyes.

Well, that's it, sweetheart.
Like I said, it could be sod-all.

But if it isn't,
just you remember...

who told you about Anthony Duffy.

Good morning!
Good morning, sir.

Morning, guv. Morning, sir. Travis
called in and texted a message.

She missed the plane back.
Twat!

We can give you a crime number...

She said to do a name and
intelligence check

on someone called Anthony Duffy.
Who's he?

Text said he was a suspect.

We've not been able to get anything
on him. Mind you, I don't even know
if we've got the right name.

Joan, have you got any other -
Travis! You've got a bit of
explaining to do.

My flight was cancelled.
I had to wait -

Never mind your travel arrangements!

Did you find out anything of any use
at all?

As a matter of fact, sir...
yes, I did.

Hello, there. This is Detective
Inspector Mike Lewis.

I'm calling from the Metropolitan
Police Murder Squad.

I wonder if you can help me. I'm
trying to trace an Anthony Duffy.

His mother was Lilian Duffy.
L-I-L-I-A-N
D (for Derek)-U-F-F (for Freddie)-Y.

Yes. We're trying to trace someone
called Anthony Duffy,

born 25th
July 1971.

We know for a fact that he was
in and out of hospital

several times as a young kid.
Domestic violence.

Was there any other incident after
he was brought in?

Nothing?
Nothing before or after '88?

Just...just stops there?

OK, all right. Thanks very much.
They're both dead now, are they?

And are there any people who have
fostered him who are still alive?

Inspector Mike Lewis. Mrs...Morgan.
Calling from the Murder Squad.

Ellen Morgan.

What kind of condition is she in?

Duffy. D-U-F-F-Y.

I mean, are all
her lights switched on upstairs?

Morning, guv.
You want the good or the bad news?

Don't fart around, Paul. Gimme.

I traced the couple who'd
fostered Duffy - both deceased.

But then I tracked down
a woman who'd cared for him
when he was just a kid.

A Mrs Ellen Morgan.

So what's the bad news?
She's in Manchester.

Mrs Morgan? Hello.
Oh, hello!

I'm DCI Langton. This is DC Travis.
Hello.

Hello. Please sit down.
Thank you for seeing us.

Um, we're interested in anything you
can tell us about Anthony Duffy.

I understand you fostered him
when he was a child.

Oh, yes, I did, but he was only
with me when he was very young.

When his mother was in prison.

I have some photographs.

I looked them out for you.
Good.

That's Anthony.

Erm, who is the woman
in this photograph?

That's his mother, Lilian Duffy.

When it came time for him to go back
with her, he never wanted to go.

'Never.'

No, come on!
You're not staying there. Get going!

I'm going walkies!
Move your feet now!

Oi! Don't kick... Don't you kick...

Oh! Come on, get up!

Going walkies!
I'm not having this!

What are you staring at?

He was such a handsome boy...

with gorgeous eyes!

I used to say he had
Elizabeth Taylor's eyes.

Guv, I've traced the school
that Anthony Duffy went to.

Merchant Taylors in Crosby,
Liverpool.

Now, the headmaster hasn't had any
contact with him since he left,

but he did send over a couple of
photographs of him as a 17-year-old.

Of course, there
was nothing I could do!

But here's the thing: Joan only
reckons it's the actor Alan Daniels!

You're kidding me!
That's what she says.

She's a big fan.
She's stood here
with her tongue hanging out.

Well, get as much on him
as you can, get his address
and we'll check him first thing.

"Right, guv."
OK, Mike.

It used to break my heart,

and I did something back then that
you'd never be allowed to do today.

I knew where she lived
and I went round there.

His mother had women living there.

I don't have to tell you
what they were doing.

Did you ever meet him as an adult?

Just once - it was years later.

He'd be about 15, maybe more.

He stood outside my house.

I knew it was him. I recognised him.

He was ever so well dressed

and he spoke so nicely.

I asked him, was he all right,
and...

..he said Lilian had been murdered.
And how did he seem?

Difficult to explain.

Those eyes - those beautiful eyes

were...so empty.

Well, thank you.
You've been a great help.

Excuse me, sir, but before we go

I'd like to show Mrs Morgan
some photos.

If I could just ask you to look at
these women

and tell me
if you recognise any of them. No.

No...

Ooh, yes! Yes, I recognise her.

She was at Duffy's house,
Shalcott Street,

the time I tried to see Anthony.

What do YOU want?
Anthony forgot his bear.

I wanted to give it back to him.

Hi, sweetie!
I have missed you so much!

I've brought your bear back for you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, get in.
(HE PROTESTS)
It's all right. See you soon.

Bye!

TAPPING AT KEYBOARD

Sorry.
It's all right.

That was a good idea,
you showing Mrs Morgan those photos.

Thank you, sir. And tomorrow,
we interview the movie star.

Yeah, but they haven't
confirmed

that Duffy and Daniels
is the same man yet.

I mean, if it is him,
we'd better be careful.

If the press get hold of it, it
could open up a whole can of worms.
Thanks for the tip, Travis (!)

Mr Daniels is in the garden by the
pool. Thank you.

BIRDSONG

Mr Daniels?
Yes?

I am Detective Chief Inspector
James Langton.

This is Detective Constable
Anna Travis.

Ah, is this
about the residents' parking?

No, we're investigating
a series of murders.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions, if we may.

Murders?

Well, I see. Well, yes, if there's
anything I can do to help, I will.

Would you mind accompanying us
to the station?

Well, is that entirely necessary?

I'm just on my way to a meeting.

Oh, but if it's really that
important, of course I'll come.

Thank you. Look, er, perhaps
I should first call my lawyer?

Yes, if you wish.
Thanks.

Erm, tell me, is this what they call
"helping police with their
inquiries?" Absolutely, sir.

Barbara... Barbara!

This way, Mr Daniels.
Oh, thank you.

Is that him?
Yeah.

Yes, it's definitely him.
He's lovely-looking, isn't he?

If you like that kind of thing.

Mr Radcliff, Mr Daniels, would you
like tea or coffee? No, thank you.

Thank you for coming in, Mr Daniels.
It shouldn't take too long.

It's a pleasure.
Is your real name Anthony Duffy?

Yes, it was.
And why did you change it?

There was another actor by the same
name, so I had to change it.

I was in Ireland at the time.
I'm sure they've got a record of it.
It was all above board.

All right, good.
I'll show you some photographs.

I'd like you to tell me if you
recognise any of the women in them.

SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE

No, I don't know any of them.

Did you ever reside
at 26 Shalcott Street?

You can answer that.

Yes, I did. I must have been, what?
Four or five years old at the time.

And you don't recall this woman,
Kathleen Keegan,

as also living at that address?
Not while I was living there, no.

Do you have any memory of this
woman, Teresa Booth, as living
at Shalcott Street?

Absolutely not, no.

So you don't remember any of these
women? I've never seen or met them.

OK, thank you.

(CLEARS THROAT) Where were you
on the 7th of June of this year?

Oh, June, June, June...

I was filming, all of June,
on location in Cornwall.

Cornwall? Yes, shooting
a new version of Jamaica Inn.

My agent will happily
verify the dates.

Do you know this woman?

No. No, I don't. What? Should I?

Is she an actress, or something?

No. She was a student.

One more thing. Sure. When did you
get your teeth capped, Mr Daniels?

(CHUCKLES) I'm sorry!

I'm sorry, are you serious?

I'm sorry, am I under arrest
for having my teeth done (?)

You're not under arrest for
anything, Mr Daniels.

I'd just like to know
when you had your teeth capped.

Sure, no. Erm, recently.

I'm due to start
shooting a film in the States

and, well, you know
what the Americans think...

(AMERICAN ACCENT)
..about British teeth!

And you'd be able to give us the
name and address of your dentist?

Sure, absolutely. And permission
to look over your dental records?

This is getting rather silly now.

My client has agreed to come and
answer your questions.

You have not arrested him.
No.

I suggest we call it a day unless
there's something else.

No, no, no, Ed, really. It's fine.

If DCI Langton feels he had good
reason for bringing me in,

then I'm happy to
answer his questions now

so that
my time...won't be wasted...again.

That is the name and number
of my agent.

Thank you. And my private dentist.
He's off Devonshire Place.

Now, if it's all right with you...

..I'd really appreciate it if all
this could be kept out of the press.

There is no reason why it shouldn't
be. Any bad publicity,
especially like this,

could ruin my career,

just at a time when it's taking off
in the States.

I'm sure you both understand.
I'm sorry, I really do have to go.

DCI Langton.

Thank you for coming in, Mr Daniels.
No, absolute pleasure.

Very nice to meet you. Take care.
Bye-bye.

He's being very cooperative.

Too bloody cooperative.

It was quite a performance.

Fucking actors!

Thank you.

What did the dentist come up with?
They haven't got anything.
He's taken it all away.

X-rays, tooth moulds - the lot.
It's his right to do so, apparently.

And they don't keep copies?
Nope.

We can't make a match to Melissa
if we don't have his dental records.

Yeah, but we know some of the victims
lived at his mother's address.

Circumstantial evidence. It's
a hell of a coincidence, sir.

Tomorrow we go back to his flat,
we turn it over. Excuse me.

What I suggest we do
is have lunch...

All the victims' close
relatives have been re-interviewed.

We've got nada. None of
them knew Duffy, right? Right.

Avoid the Cromwell Road, for
Christ's sake.

And we're not gonna get anything
from the house in Shalcott Street.
It was demolished four years ago.

Joan! Get the film unit
to double-check Daniels
was in Cornwall for our time frame.

And tell Barbara to contact the FBI.
He did some work over there.

There's a copy of his CV in my desk.

Get it to check work permits, visa
details,

see if there are any victims with
that MO during the time he was
there.

FBI? Pushing
the bloody envelope on this one!

Oh, yes.

Search warrant, Mr Daniels.

Now, what exactly is it that you're
looking for? Maybe I could help you
save some time.

We need to see your dental records.
Your dentist said
you took them with you.

I...don't have them. I'm sorry.
I threw them away.

I'm afraid we can't take your word
for that, Mr Daniels. Fair enough.

Check out the cupboards
in the hallway.

Evans, cover the bedroom.
Hollen, downstairs.

Stately fucking home, isn't it (?)

Makes a change from the usual
shithole, eh?

Detective Constable Travis.
Anna, was it? Lovely name.

You have absolutely beautiful legs.
Dancer's legs, actually.

Thanks for the compliment,

but I was the sort of child
with two left feet, actually.

Loved the ballet, though.

My dad used to listen to this.
Really? What does he do?

He was in the Met.
"Was"? Yeah, he's dead.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I never knew my father.

Have you ever tried to trace him?

No. He'd only be after me
for my money.

Sorry, what on earth do you hope
to find in Architectural Review?

Are you married?

Have you ever been married?
Oh, I've been close.

I'm not the easiest person to live
with. I'm obsessively neat.

But then, I suppose,
you've noticed that.

It's probably to do with the fact
that, when I was a child,

I never had anything that belonged
to me. My clothes
were always second hand.

Whenever I got fostered, I'd always
get the other kids' hand-me-downs

with vomit and piss and...
Ugh, it was horrible.

Anything?
Nothing on the dental records.

Take a look at this. What about it?
That's not Julia Roberts, is it?

Well, it could be.
Take a look at the car.

Could be theirs. When we checked
with the DVLA,

he didn't have a pale-blue Merc
registered. Right.

This is his file on car insurance.

Not listed under HIS name,
but a company he owns.

Mercedes, pale blue, circa 1983.

It's the same type of car Melissa
Stephens was seen getting into.

I've been racking my brains

thinking
if there was
anything or anyone from my past

that might help your investigation,

but it was so long ago, I...

The only thing I can vaguely
remember

is some guy who drove a large car.

What was his name?
Erm... Peter.

No. Er, John... John, I think.

Such a long time ago,
I can't remember. I was just a kid.

Anna, there's something
I wanna show you.

I've never shown this
to anyone before.

It's the only picture I've got of me
as a child.

Frightened
little boy, successful actor.

Face to face.

Mr Daniels, do you own a 1980s
pale-blue Mercedes?

No. No, not any more. I did - it was
one of my favourite cars.

You sold it?
Ah, worse.

I was... I was going to

and then I had a prang in it, so
that was that.

I sent it to the crushers.
Did you get a receipt?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I did. It's here
somewhere.

Er, it would take me a little while
to find it.

Um... Better still,

why don't you just check
with the company?

Ashton's in Hackney.
We will. Thank you.

Anna, it's been a real pleasure
meeting you.

(SIGHS)

The boss is not a happy man.

FBI have got back to us. A woman's
body was found in Chicago

coinciding with the period
that Daniels was filming there.

When was that?
February 2000.

Strangled with her own tights, hands
tied with her bra,

identified as Thelma Delray,
prostitute, aged 22.

Bye-bye. Was he in Cornwall
when Melissa was killed?

Alan Daniels was booked
for filming that entire week,
but they were behind schedule, so -

He could have sneaked
back up to London. It's possible.

Well, get back to them and confirm.
When Daniels was in Chicago,

he did some chat show. We're getting
a copy sent over.

Good. Get onto Michael Parkes, the
profiler. I want him to see it.

Unless maybe Travis you'd like
to take the disk home with you?

Yeah. Yeah, OK.

What? Ah, it's just that when we were
leaving,

you and Mr Daniels seemed to be on
very intimate terms.

Barbara...
Yeah?

This photograph. Yeah, I got the
picture from Teresa Booth's mother.

That's Teresa.
Have a look at Beryl Villiers.

Who's that?

Guv, we've maybe got another link
to the women knowing each other.

Villiers and Booth.
Travis, on your bike.

I want you to interview
Beryl Villiers' mother.

I don't know, you get all the perks.
First Spain, now Nottingham...

All I get is his bloody laundry!

(What?)

(What?)

DC Travis. Thanks for seeing me at
such short notice.

That's all right.
I'll just close up.

when she was 17. She was gorgeous.

I've looked out some more for you,
actually.

They only found out who she was

by tracing the number
on her breast implants.

And the worst part of it was...

..what they wrote about her
in the papers.

"Prostitute." Well, she was never
arrested or charged with being one.

She and I had some difficulties.

Beryl was always very headstrong.

She left school and went to work in
a local health club.

Did she ever mention somebody called
Anthony Duffy?

(SIGHS) I hardly saw her after.

Not for want of trying, but...
she got caught up with a bad crowd.

Especially this man at her gym.

Horrible man! John McDowell.

There he is.

He was to blame.
She took off with him

and broke my heart.
There was nothing I could do.

Out, out, out!

But it was him
that got her on the drugs,

driving around in his big, flash car

like the sun shone out of him!

The last time I saw Beryl
was seven years ago.

I hardly recognised her...

I had to bathe her like a child...

..and she had these marks.

Was she still with this McDowell?

He used her and dumped her.

She said she was going to London.

I never told anyone this.

I was too ashamed.

After she'd gone - taking jewellery,
any money around -

under the bed...I found a syringe.

How could she do that to me?

But I still tried to find her. I...

There was an address left on a pad
by my phone.

A London address? No, Manchester -
Shalcott Street.

I went all the way there
and this awful woman answered.

I said I wanted to speak to Beryl,

but she said she'd left
and shut the door on my face.

Mrs Kenworth, I'd like to show you
some photographs.

Tell me if you recognise any of them.

She was a nasty piece of work.

WOMEN CHAT AND LAUGH

He's lying there in the middle,
with all this bloody hair!

Paramedic come rushing in.

She was just lying there.

Fuck off!

So Mrs Kenworth confirmed that
Barbara Whittle lived at Shalcott
Street.

So did her daughter, Beryl Villiers.

Beryl's boyfriend also spent time
there. His name's John McDowell.

Hang on. Paul, run me a check on
John McDowell in Manchester.

This John McDowell, has he been
questioned? Not according to her,

but I think it could be the same guy
Daniels couldn't remember the name
of. Daniels couldn't remember what?

The name of this guy - said he drove
some flash car.

I think it could be the same guy,
sir. John McDowell.

For Christ's sake, Travis! Why
didn't you bloody tell me that
before? I forgot, sir.

I'm sorry. It's just, with all
the travelling and everything...

Hello?

Horrible man - John McDowell.

He was to blame.

Johnny!
# Ta-raa! #

It was him that got her
on the drugs.

You and me - out.
I'm not going anywhere.

Come out!

Get in. Get in!
Fuck off!

Get in!
No!

Guv, this is John McDowell.
Real charmer (!)

Quite a bit of previous.

'Two counts of GBH, both on women.
Drug dealing.

Well known both amongst
the Vice Squad and Drug Unit.'

No known current address.
Get Manchester to get him in.

We're letting Daniels off the hook?

You think it could be
the two of them?

Could be.

PHONE RINGS

Travis?
"Hello, Anna." Who's this?

Don't you recognise my voice?
"Er, no, I don't."

It's Alan.
"Mr Daniels?"
"Alan" - please.

"You don't mind me calling?"
No, no. I've actually just walked in
the door.

Can you just hang on a second?

Sorry about that.

There's a charity performance of
Carmen at Sadler's Wells tomorrow
night.

Would you like to come? The ballet.
Well, I don't know what my work
schedule is tomorrow.

"Well, when you know what it is,
give us a call.

These tickets are like gold dust.
Good night, Anna."

Mr Parkes, DCI Langton
is ready for you.

Follow me.
Sure. Thank you.

Profiler Michael Parkes is here.
We've also got the interview with
Daniels on American TV set up.

Give us a minute, Paul.

How did he get your number?
Well, I didn't give it to him.

I'm in the phone book.
When's it for?

Tonight. Some charity do,
apparently. I thought, if I went,

maybe I could get
something out of him.

If I was wired, or maybe a hidden
camera... Don't talk crap, Travis.

"Wired, hidden cameras..."
You watch too much TV (!)

Well, I've got to let him know.
I'll think about it.

"Rosa, it's great to see you."

"You look fantastic."
"Oh, thank you."

"It's great to be here, but I'm
pretty sure half your audience
haven't got a clue who I am."

"Well, I'm sure all of Chicago is
going to know who you are

after Blue Diamond..."
"Well, I've got to say..."

Joan, I've got Mrs Thornton
on the phone for you. Thank you.

Hello, Mrs Thornton?
Thank you for getting back to me.

Yes, I'm trying to get hold of your
husband, Roger Thornton.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.

No, I didn't realise
you'd recently separated.

"I always remember
wanting to travel."

This is a murder inquiry,
Mrs Thornton.

"Great travellers and..."
No, he's not a suspect.

"As an actor, the fact that I can go
all over the world

and get paid to do what I love
is pretty fantastic."

"You are certainly a lucky man."
"I certainly am."

"Let me ask you something:
how do you feel about watching
yourself on film?"

"You know, I've got a lot of actor
friends who claim

they don't like watching themselves,

but honestly, I haven't
got a problem with it."

"If I looked like you, I wouldn't
have a problem with it, either!"

"No, seriously, I watch to learn.
I really do."

If you could get back to me within
the next hour, that would be great.

Thank you, Mrs
Thornton. Thank
you for your time. Goodbye.

"Let's just sit back and enjoy.

Oh... We seem to have
some technical problem.

Oh... You must have
some enemies out there!

Oh, we don't need film. We've got
the real thing right here.

Tell me, you play a master -"
"Jewel thief, yes.

Yes, that's right, but not a very
good one.

On my first day of filming,
I picked up the blue diamond

- which had taken
months to make, I may add -

and I properly dropped it."

"And it smashed on the floor
into thousands of pieces

and believe you me,
I was not very popular."

"Oh, I am not surprised!

But you're lucky you weren't
proposing to anyone with that ring.

But let me ask you: have you ever
proposed to anyone?"

"Well, I've...been close,

but at the moment, actually,

I'm still searching for that
perfect woman.

When I find her, I promise
you'll be the first to know.

But seriously, who'd want
to marry an English actor?"

"Well, let's put that
to our studio audience.

Who'd want to marry an English
actor? Alan Daniels -
anybody want him?"

Well, I think they love you out
there and I wholeheartedly agree.

I think that you're fabulous.
I think this film is very exciting.

It's wonderful."
"I'm just very grateful somebody
wants to employ me."

"I'm grateful that you found time to
visit with us on Afternoon Chicago.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you Alan Daniels."

"Thank you very much."

"Oh!"
Play it again, Carl.

Could he be our man?
I couldn't honestly tell you.

I need to know how much risk
I'll be exposing Travis to

if I let her do this.

Well, if Alan Daniels is your man,

in his arrogance, he may have
earmarked Anna as his next victim.

Well, keep that particular theory
to yourself.

Do you think she can get anything
from him?

She might. His ego is such

that he'll believe
he's above suspicion

and he might
just let something slip.

So, Anna, apparently he showed you
a photograph in his wallet?

Yes.

He drew you in close to him

by saying he'd never shown it
to anyone before?

Yes. So he was able to create
an instant bond with you? Tried to.

What you have to do
is to use that.

Try to draw him out. You just might
get him to miscalculate.

Are you still up for it?

Call him.
What, now?

No, tomorrow, Travis,
when the ballet's over (!)

There's his number.

You might need
to get your hair done.

Got a frock?
Frock?

Yes. You know - something dressy.

Yeah,
don't worry. I'll make an effort.

"Yes. Who is this?"
It's Anna.

Anna Travis.
"Hello, Anna."

Duffy, Daniels...
She locked me in a cupboard
under the stairs.

That doesn't
make me a killer.

Well, do you think he is innocent?
I think he might be, sir.

This guy, John McDowell,
they found...

one of the victims' handbags
in his flat.

Are you trying to tell me that
Kathleen Keegan's dead, as well?

I haven't
seen this slag
for ten years.

Mr Daniels is helping the police

in connection with
the murder of Melissa
Stephens.

It's time you either charged
my client or released him.

This is all nonsense. All nonsense.

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