All language subtitles for 3.1. The Keeper of Souls

Ladies and gentlemen,
it's cabaret time!

Ladies and gentlemen,
it's cabaret time!

And we have a great favorite,

And we have a great favorite,

a truly beautiful
and talented act.

a truly beautiful
and talented act.

Please welcome
Miss Vera Reynolds!

Please welcome
Miss Vera Reynolds!

♪ Falling in love again ♪

♪ Falling in love again ♪

♪ Never wanted to ♪

♪ What am I to do? ♪
♪ Never wanted to ♪

♪ What am I to do? ♪

♪ I can't help it ♪

♪ Love's always been my game ♪

♪ Play it how I may ♪

♪ I was made that way ♪

♪ I can't help it ♪

I don't know nothing.

I swear I don't know
where he is.

I don't know where he is.

♪ And if their wings burn ♪

♪ I know I'm not to blame ♪

♪ Falling in love again ♪

♪ Never wanted to ♪

♪ What am I to do? ♪

♪ I can't help it ♪

♪ Falling in love again ♪

♪ Never wanted to ♪

♪ What am I to do? ♪

♪ I can't help it ♪

♪ Love's always been my game ♪

♪ Play it how I may ♪

♪ I was made that way ♪

♪ I can't help it ♪

♪ Men cluster to me
like moths around a flame ♪

♪ And if their wings burn ♪

♪ I know I'm not to blame ♪

♪ Falling in love again ♪

♪ Never wanted to ♪

♪ What am I to do? ♪

♪ I can't help it ♪

So far,

apart from a recent case
in the United States,

known serial killers have all
been male, almost all white,

often unusually intelligent
and extremely cunning.

- Well, my dear, you are joking.

We can't even tell
whether it's male or female.

Most victims have been female,

usually young women,

whose death
is frequently accompanied

by violent sexual assault.

Invariably, there is evidence
of torture

and mutilation.

Richard Trenton Chase,
the Sacramento "Vampire Killer."

Arrested for seven murders.

Note his own handwriting,

taken from a scrawled message

left at the scene
of one of his crimes.

"Catch me before I kill more.

I cannot control myself."

Now, later I'll come back to the
clues the handwriting gave us

as an insight
to the killer's personality.

I thought it went pretty well
tonight,

better than last Tuesday.

It felt more relaxed,
don't you think?

Oh, you always impress me.

Ah.

How long are you
gonna be away for?

Two weeks.

You are coming with me.

I can't.

I'm starting a new job
on Monday.

Ah.

I'm sorry.

Are we still going back
to the hotel?

Yeah.
Just for a drink.

We'll get the rest
of the clothes cut off

and see what's left.

"Could be
a VeraNernon Reynolds."

What's that supposed to mean?

You've taken four years
off your age.

Serial killers are big business.

At least, they were last year.

I think I missed
the gravy train.

Story of my life.

May I?

One? Just one?

Take one, you get eight
complimentary copies.

Would you sign it for me?

Sure.

Thank you.

Why won't you come with me?

I don't want to get hurt again.

Again?

That doesn't make sense.

There wasn't anyone else before,
you know, Jake.

It was just all going too fast.
It was such a big decision.

Why didn't you talk it through
with me?

Then you would have made
the decision for me.

Would that have been so bad?

There's no point
in discussing it now.

There may not be for you,
but there is for me.

I wanted to marry you.

I wanted to have kids with you.
You knew that.

Don't you think I deserved more
than a kiss-off phone call?

"I'm sorry, Jake,
it's not going to work."

You never gave it a chance.

I didn't know
you wouldn't come back.

What did you expect me to do,
come running after you?

You said it was over.

Then you hung up on me.

Now you're doing the same thing.

What are you so afraid of?

This is ridiculous.

I mean,
everything's different now.

It was a long time ago.

I shouldn't have started
seeing you again.

So, why did you come tonight?

Maybe I couldn't stay away.

No, I think I'd better go.

Just stay tonight.

Then I'll go on my book tour,
and you go...

Vice.
I'm heading a vice squad.

No, Jake, I mustn't.

I mustn't.

The paraffin heater
was found here.

Not as described
on the far wall.

It was cold that night.

So, the boy lies down.

Maybe he's moved the fire
closer, from there to here.

No, it was found

with the ridges facing away
from the settee.

If he'd moved it
to get warm by it,

the heater outlet would have
been the other way round.

Please don't touch anything
in the room.

Please.

It's my album.

Don't look.
Just don't look.

You're insured.

Keep saying to yourself,
"I am insured."

You'll have to get
every carpet replaced.

The water's done more damage
out here than the fire.

Hello.
Soho Vice Squad.

We supposed to sit here
all morning?

Right. I suggest we give it
another five minutes,

then get on
with the day's schedule.

I need an I.D. on the body
in the flat last night.

Voluptuous Vera rents it,
but it wasn't her.

It was some kid,
16-, 17-year-old.

Working overtime, are we?

She doesn't seem overanxious
to get started, does she?

- Ooh!
- Ooh!

Cut it out!

John Kennington's
formal resignation accepted,

due to ill health.

Case dismissed.

What?

Oh, yeah, I've just been told.

I'll see you there.
Why not?

Well, we'll have to.

Otherwise,
it'll look suspicious.

Good.

Oh, I'd better be on my way
over to you now.

Your new D.C.l.
should be there any moment.

Call my wife.

Got a dinner tonight.

Ask her to send over
my dinner suit.

Yes, Commander Chiswick.

Jane, it's me.

Look, we can't just
leave it like this.

I'm leaving this evening.
I'll call you later.

Got anymore
on the barbecued kid?

I have to do more tests,

but he had a nasty crack
over his skull.

Legs and one arm --

third-degree burns,
heat lacerations.

Rest of the body
is done to a crisp.

We've got an elevated
carboxyhemoglobin,

blood pink owing to high level
of the same.

Bloody hell.

Looks like someone took an ax
to him.

There was a bomb scare, and all
the traffic was diverted.

Only, my batteries on my phone
were down,

so I couldn't --
Anyway, I'm sorry I'm late.

That's the main area.

You have a good, hard-working
team assigned to you.

If you want to settle
yourself in,

I'll see if Chief Superintendent
Halliday has made arrangements.

Yes, sir.

He's right next door.

- Can I come in?

- Come in. You are?
- I'm Norma Hastings.

I was instructed
to bring these to you.

Okay, thank you.

Can I have a list of all the
officers on the squad, please?

Didn't you get one?

No, I've only just got here.

So, could you get that
straightaway for me

and get everyone collected
in the main office?

Most of them are out.
Would you like a coffee?

No, just the list, please.

Oh, yeah, I'll have a coffee.

I'll have it black, with
a little bit of skimmed milk.

Yes, ma'am.

I told you.
I did the show.

Then I went out for a bite
to eat with some friends.

And you didn't know
who was in your flat? Come on.

Vernon, if I go out and leave
someone kipping in my place,

I wouldn't be so stupid as to
say I don't know who they are.

I mean, that is stupid,
isn't it?

Well, it could have been
any number of people.

You see, it was well known

I leave a key on top
of the front door.

About 17 years old,
reddish-blond hair.

Ring any bells?

- Yeah?

Sorry.

The fire team would like Mr.
Reynolds as soon as possible.

Oh, and can you get everybody
together,

same as this morning,
for 12:30, sharp?

She's here.

I want you to give
Operation Contract

your fullest
and immediate attention.

Now, I know it'll be a new area
for you,

but I am confident
that your past experience

will be an added bonus.

Now, it's imperative --
and I repeat, imperative --

that we get results and fast.

There's been enough time wasted.

Right, so, well --

You know, I haven't had time
to familiarize myself

with all the cases
that I'll be taking over,

but, yes, of course, I will make
Operation Contract a priority.

Good.

Well, the team will fill you in
on our progress to date.

But, you know, I was expecting
to see you a little earlier.

Yes, sir, well...

Ohh.

She's not gonna like this,
Norma.

You should be in the meeting.

Obviously, I've got
a lot of catching up to do,

so I will need your cooperation.

I'd appreciate --

It's Inspector Hall, is it,
Lawrence Hall?

Yeah.

Well, Lawrence, let's you and me
get off on the right footing,

shall we?

If I ask everyone to be here
at a certain time,

I really would appreciate it,

unless you have
a very good excuse.

I'm sorry.

I had to take Reynolds
over to the fire unit.

- I'm waiting for the report.
-ls Otley with Reynolds?

Yeah.

You know about the fire, do you?

Yeah, I do,

but I'd like to know what
this department has got to do

with this fire and this boy.

I mean, I know Vernon Reynolds
and what he is,

but that's not against the law.

Well, one --
It was on our patch,

in the area we've been targeting
on Operation Contract.

Two -- the dead boy
was possibly a rent boy.

Vernon was probably taking
a few quid

for letting them use his place.

Well, has he admitted that?

No.
He's not likely to, is he?

He's saying he doesn't even know
who was in there.

Well, I would like a full report
on this fire business,

and then I will tell you

whether or not we will continue
with the investigation.

Until then, our priority
is Operation Contract.

Thank you very much.

What's your name?

Sorry. Kathy.

Kathy, right.

Kathy, will you give me
a full rundown

on Operation Contract, please?

Yes.

Well, because most of
the older rent boys

are carrying pagers
and portable phones, we've --

Sorry, that's four of us,
ma'am --

we've been concentrating
on the younger ones

skiving around Soho.

And we've staked out
Waterloo Street,

Golden Fleece, Euston Station.

So, what's your role
in all this?

Oh, well, basically,
I've been questioning

as many of the kids as possible.

Mm-hmm.

See, our problem
is that once the kids

are actually
out on the street...

You've been with Reynolds
and the fire team, right?

No, I haven't.

The boy's called Colin Jenkins,
known as "Connie."

I'm sorry I'm late, ma'am,

but I've been seeing if I can
get your drawers loosened.

See you in my office, please.

Yes, ma'am.

Right, Sergeant, I'm not gonna
take any crap from you,

and I'm not gonna stand by
and let you stir things up.

Now, either you're gonna work
with me,

or I'm gonna have you
transferred.

Look, I was out of line
at Southampton Row,

but, having said that...
I know you did a good job.

Oh, thank you very much.

So, what's it gonna be?

You gonna work with me or not?

I got an I.D. on the boy
in the fire at Reynolds' place.

He was a runaway,
15 years old at the time,

Colin Jenkins,
known as "Connie."

Now, all the state-run homes

have their kids' teeth checked
on a regular basis,

and his records were on file.

Good.

So, what's this boy got to do
with Operation Contract?

It was supposed to be
a slow start

to a massive clean-up operation.

All the areas targeted up there

were supposed to be
the rent boys' areas, see?

It's Halliday's obsession.

And so?

Well, that's what it is,
a clean-up operation.

Well, what's the big deal?

Why is it taking so long?

'Cause it's a bloody cock-up,

if you'll excuse the pun.

The governor before you
got dumped.

Well, somebody had to take
the blame.

A few of us think
there was a leak,

that word got out
'cause there was no punters,

no boys on the streets.

Did a big clean-up,
came away with nothing.

Had to be a leak.

Chiswick and Halliday
keep on pushing it.

I'd say now the buck stops
with you, ma'am.

Hello.

I don't have a first-class
ticket, but I'm --

No, it's okay.
She's with me.

Okay.

Wow, never been in here before.

But then, I don't often travel
first-class, either.

I've got about an hour before
my train, but I wanted to --

Yeah, I'm really glad you called

because there's this case
I'm working on and --

I don't want to talk about work,
Jane.

I just didn't think that we --

or I --
could walk away without --

What refreshments
can I get for you?

Whiskey and soda, please.

Well, I'm very impressed.

Never even knew this was here.

Jane, we have to talk because...

Jane, I'm married,
and I have four kids.

Yeah, I know. I know.

It's on the flyleaf
of your book.

Yeah, but what isn't
is the way I feel about you,

the way I've always felt
about you.

No, you wrote that
in the front of the book.

Can you be serious just for
a second, for Christ's sakes?

There's no point.

There is no point.

Then why did you come?

Because I wanted to ask
your opinion

on this case
that I'm working on.

I don't believe you.

For you, there.

Thank you.

Look, I knew you were married.

I shouldn't have stayed.

So, why did you?

'Cause you wanted me to.

Jake.

It was because I wanted to.

You know I'm a glutton
for punishment.

It's why I'm so good at my job.

Well, I got what I wanted.

I got my job,
and you got married.

So maybe we both got
what we wanted.

And if we didn't, we've got
no one to blame but ourselves.

What a mess.

No, it's not.

We're gonna do exactly
what we agreed to do.

We're not gonna see each other
again.

You're gonna get on that train,
and I'm gonna...

Anyway, in the meantime...

I love you.

Yeah.

I know.

So, what's this case
you're working on?

How can I help you?

Oh, yeah.
Do you know Colin Jenkins?

Yes. Red-haired lad.

Mm-hmm.

I need to ask some of the lads
about him.

He's dead.

Yes, I know.
Terrible.

He was on the game, wasn't he?

Is this official?

Yeah.

I've discussed all this
with an Inspector Hall,

and I've promised him

that I will do whatever I can
to help with the inquiry.

I would appreciate

if you could keep
as low a profile as possible

because some of the boys
get a bit edgy

when they're faced
with authority.

Hello, son.

Do you know Colin Jenkins?

I think your boy
was already dead.

The autopsy would say that the
fluid taken from the blisters

showed no sign
of vital reaction.

So, if the fire wasn't
accidental, he was murdered?

Is that what you're saying?

What does
this "pugilistic attitude" mean?

Arms held out, legs flexed.

It's caused by the coagulation
of the muscles

on the flexor surface
of the limbs.

So, the body could show

that it was still
in a sitting-up position.

Mm-hmm.

Jane...I'll be back in London
next week and --

No.

No more meetings.
We agreed.

...will be leaving
from platform 13.

That's your train.

Don't call me again, please.

I'll get that.

So, there we all are.

It was a "sweep it
under the carpet" job.

Now I've been warned
to keep it there.

We raid way across this copse

and we get to the vehicle

and there's a note
on the windscreen.

And it says, "Stuck in the mud.
Gone for help."

So, I would now like to propose
my toast

and to give my very best wishes

for a happy
and productive retirement

to John Kennington.

Cheers!

Gentlemen,
please raise your glasses.

Gentlemen, your attention,
please, for Commander Trayner.

I first met John Kennington
in Manchester a long time ago.

But like Mike Kernan,
I have some very happy

as well as some not-so-great
memories.

There was a time
when John Kennington and I

were with a certain
commanding officer,

who shall remain nameless,
when John there brings...

Why don't they just give him his
watch so we can all piss off?

Unless there's a cabaret.
Eh?

Is there a cabaret?

- Yeah.
- Are you not drinking?

All right, you've forced me.

I need an interview room
and someone to take a statement.

You're not down for tonight,
are you?

This kid knows something,
but he's scared.

You coming with me?

How old is he?

17.

I'm out of here.

I can't take this crap
any longer.

Someone should ask him to start
the cabaret,

like he does
at the Bowery Roof Club.

Bowery what?

See that bloke there
with the iron-gray hair?

The emphasis on iron.

Judge Syers.

See if he can get you
a membership.

Excuse me.

Judge Syers, isn't it?

We met at a lodge dinner
a few weeks ago.

♪ Devil ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Better the devil, devil ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Baby, don't do things
that make me blue ♪

♪ You know my love
is always true ♪

♪ Baby, don't do things
that make me cry ♪

♪ I just can't seem
to sleep at night ♪

♪ You know I love you
every day ♪

♪ It breaks my heart
when he goes away ♪

♪ Better the devil you know
than the devil you don't ♪

♪ Aha, aha ♪

♪ I'll give you my heart and my
soul if you give me your love ♪

♪ Aha, aha ♪

♪ Better the devil you know
than the devil you don't ♪

Hello, Vera.

How are you feeling?

I understand
you've had bad news.

It was an accident,
a terrible accident.

I'm sorry.

If there's anything I can...

I don't want money.

- I better...
- All right.

♪ You know I love you
every day ♪

♪ It breaks my heart
when he goes away ♪

♪ Better the devil you know
than the devil you don't ♪

♪ Aha, aha ♪

♪ I'll give you my heart and my
soul if you give me your love ♪

♪ Aha, aha ♪

♪ Don't tell me lies, boy ♪

I fully intend to raise
the matter in the House.

Joining good friends as usual.

- Well?
- Terrible.

I've got ruddy gout!

First time out for weeks.

Colin Jenkins is dead.

I think he liked to be
called Connie.

We should talk.

Has anyone had any past dealings
with this Colin Jenkins?

He might have been pulled in
a few months back.

Maybe more.
We rounded a lot up.

Now, I can't find his report,
but I'm sure that a Jenkins --

I think
it was a Bruce Jenkins --

was interviewed with a social
worker because he was underage.

What's this Advice Centre?

One of the places we targeted.

I've already been there.
The guy that runs it...

Mr. Parker-Jones.

He states he hasn't seen
our Connie for months.

Has it been confirmed yet

whether the fire
was accidental or arson?

Don't know. The fire team's
still working on it.

Jane, can I have a word?

Yeah, sure.

I want to run over a few things.

Gov, there was an emergency call
placed 9:15, night of the fire.

The caller
did not leave his name.

What emergency call?

Somebody called an ambulance.

For Reynolds' address?

Get the emergency services
to send over a recording.

Last night, a lad called
Martin Fletcher was brought in.

Otley will explain
the circumstances,

but the last thing we need

is any aggro
from the social services

about the questioning
of underage kids

without legal advisors.

Oh, Christ.
Have I got a headache.

Oh, I'd like you
to set up meetings

with the British
Transport Police.

Get in all the centers
and halfway homes in our area.

I'd like to try another swoop
on those areas we've targeted.

Right, sir.

Oh, you know this boy, Colin
Jenkins, who was in the fire?

Well, according to the squad,
he was on the game.

Well, he isn't anymore,
so he's one less to worry about.

This is D.C.l. Tennison.

I want Otley and Hall in
my office as soon as possible.

Thank you.

You've had three messages.

Fire team
and forensic department

and someone called
Jessica Smithy.

She's a journalist doing a piece
on rent boys.

- What paper is she from?
- She didn't say.

- Right, Norma.

Out, thank you.
Close the door after you.

Excuse me.

What the hell do
you two think you're playing at?

Last night,
and according to the roster,

you were not even on duty,

but last night the pair of you
interviewed

a boy called Martin Fletcher.

- Is that correct?
- Aye.

Well, when later interviewed
by his social worker,

a Miss Margaret Speel,

she saw extensive bruising to
his face, arms, and upper neck.

Wait, wait.
He was brought in like that.

So she's filed a complaint
against this department,

of which, in case you'd not
bloody noticed, I am head.

Martin Fletcher, you idiots,
he's 14 years old!

Oh, Christ.

He swore under caution
he was 17.

And as such, he should have been
allocated a lawyer,

an appropriate adult,
or a social worker,

so which one of you
wants to start?

There's a known heavy.
He beats up on the young kids.

His name's Jackson.
James Jackson.

Yeah?
Well, go on.

He picks up the kids,
really young ones,

in and around central London.

Euston, Charing Cross,
King's Cross.

All right.
I know the stations.

Martin Fletcher
was one of his boys.

I brought him in

because I thought
he might help us get a handle

on Connie --
why he was in that flat.

I just wanted to talk to him
about Colin Jenkins,

then he starts telling us
about Jackson.

The bastard plucks them
off the station, feeds them,

gives them a place to stay,

and that's it,
he's got them, you see?

And it's not only the boys,

it's the young,
only the very young, girls.

He drugs them,
keeps them dependent.

Is all this past history,

or did Martin Fletcher
tell you all this?

We've sort of known
about the scams,

but we've never been able to get
any of the kids to name Jackson,

and he's one of
our main targets.

We don't know
where he holds the kids.

Wait a minute.

What do you mean
"holds the kids"?

You mean like he kidnaps them?

No, no, no.
They go willingly.

And I'm talking here about kids
as young as 12 and 13.

I mean, sometimes younger.

None of the kids will talk.

We've pulled Jackson in
loads of times.

We even managed to get charges
compiled against him.

The statements
are always withdrawn.

The kids are terrified of him.
They won't go against him.

So, when Martin tells us
that Jackson beat him up

because he wanted to know
where Connie was,

we thought, you know,
we're onto something.

Have you read my report?

Oh, yes.
Oh, yes, I have.

Blah, blah, blah.

"Otley: Did you know Connie?

Fletcher: No.

Otley: Come on, Martin.
He was murdered."

But we do not as yet
know that Connie was murdered.

Excuse me, gov.

The point is Jackson beat up
Martin Fletcher

on the night that Connie died.

Look

"Hall: What time
did Jackson beat you up?

Fletcher: 8:00 to 9:00 ish."

And this was the same night
that Connie died?

Yeah.

Do we have a realistic time

of when that fire was started?

Yeah, about 9:30.

Jackson could have done it,
but even if he didn't,

this could be a chance for us

to get him off the streets
while we get the kids to talk.

Let's get Fletcher back in
for questioning, shall we?

And also,
let's bring in Jackson,

just helping with inquiries.

Yeah.

I'll deal with Margaret Speel.

The body was found here,
on the settee,

and this is, or was,
a paraffin oil heater

and the seat of the fire.

Was it an accident?

No.

This was pushed
or kicked forward,

and there were signs

that paraffin had been
distributed around the room,

probably from a canister of fuel
we found by the door.

If, say, for example,
you stand by the fireplace,

and, say, you trip,
now, you'd hit that table,

but it shows no indication
of the victim having fallen.

Also, if he had, say,
fallen against the heater,

then he would have been lying
that way round.

His head would have been
at that end.

It's official.
The fire wasn't accidental.

Oh.

In that case, it's nothing to do
with us, then, is it?

Oh, well, thank God for that.

Make sure she understands
this is the Vice Squad.

Any other crimes are forwarded
to the correct department.

We might have
a bit of a problem.

The boy was earmarked
in Operation Contract.

Could be a tie-in,
but I'll have a word.

You'd better

I don't want her or us

to have anything to do
with this murder,

so reallocate the investigation,

and, Jack, she has no option.

Did he leave a number?

Yeah.
Okay, I've got that.

Anything else?

Oh, God, not again.

Just tell her I'm unavailable,
will you?

Put her onto the press officer.

All right?
Bye.

Well, it's official.

The fire wasn't accidental.

What's all this?

Money, or the remains of it.

We've still got some
under the microscope,

but there's quite a lot.

The clothes,
all good, expensive items.

We've got the label
from his leather coat.

It was Armani.

Did Martin Fletcher
say anything this?

Could that be
what Jackson was after?

These are sections
of photographs,

all beyond salvaging, but they
were stuffed inside his jacket.

And there's scraps of paper,
all charred, I'm afraid.

Could be letters, possibly.
It's hard to tell.

Is that it, then?

This is all that's left of him.

Let's bring in Vera Reynolds
again.

All right, mate.
How are you doing?

I know you, don't I?

- You're from Liverpool?
- Yeah.

Do you know --
Oh. Steve Wallace?

Right, we're on our way.

Jackson's hanging around
Platform 11.

Vera has admitted
that she knew Colin.

Connie.

He didn't like his name.

Sometimes he called himself
Bruce.

Bruce?

Bit butch for that sort,
wasn't it?

Vera, the sooner
this is all sorted out,

the sooner you can leave.

On the other hand,

if you killed
your little feathered friend,

I'm gonna put you somewhere

where the birds
can't shit on you.

If it's proved to be arson,
I mean, if somebody did it,

does that mean
I won't get the insurance?

Oh, God.

All my costumes.

Never mind your costumes.
What about Connie?

Who do you think set him alight?

- I don't know.

We've got Jackson
and the probation officer

waiting to see her.

And Martin Fletcher's
being brought in.

Five minutes.

Why did you lie about Connie?

Oh, no.
I've given up.

I've tried.

I've had the patches.

I've got patches for hormones,
nicotine.

My ass looks like
an old pub table.

I've even tried the chewing gum.

How did you give up?

With difficulty.

Look, you'd better help me,
Vera,

because I'm losing my patience.

Why did you lie?

I wasn't lying
about knowing him.

Nobody really knew him.

He was very gentle,
very beautiful.

He wanted to be a model,

a professional model.

And he used to answer
the adverts.

Oh, Jesus.

What about this?
What about James Jackson?

He's an animal
who should be caged.

Did Connie have someone
looking after him, say Jackson?

You mean like a pimp?

No, the older boys
don't have them, really,

not like the toms.

Yeah, go on.

I would help you.
You know that.

I always have in the past.

You're not like the others.

I've always appreciated
the way you speak to me.

I just can't help.

Maybe...

Maybe, Vera?
Maybe what?

He used the Advice Centre,
for letters, I know that.

Edward Parker-Jones runs it.

All right, well, that's it.
Thank you, Vera.

Norma, would you show Vera out?

Give this to Kathy.
Get her to check it out.

Martin Fletcher's in reception.

I think you should have a word
with Martin before Jackson.

Oh, gov, a couple of messages.

That journalist again,
Jessica Smithy, rang.

I've told her to contact
the press office,

but she's bloody pushy.

Just leave my messages
on my desk.

I'll deal with Martin Fletcher
first.

By the way, Romerod rang.
Wednesday a.m. is fine.

Fine. Thanks.

You're going the wrong way,
Vera.

I want to talk to you.

Look, if it gets out
that it was me who told you...

You didn't tell me anything.

Please don't let it go.
You dig deep.

Where's Martin Fletcher?

Room 5,
next to the coffee machine.

Where's the bloody
coffee machine?

Colin Jenkins.

Can you get me the full
case records to date?

Yes, sir.
Where's the coffee machine?

Make sure you get everything
to me ASAP.

That's first-hand,
Chief Inspector.

I don't want anything
sprung on me, understood?

Oh, absolutely, sir.

I'll be in my office.

- The coffee machine's...
- Down there on the right.

Down where?
Down there? Down there?

Do you understand
the question, Martin?

We're getting tired.
We've all been here a long time.

Martin, last night,

you talked to Sergeant Otley
and Inspector Hall,

and you said that the man
who attacked you --

No.

They were words put in my mouth.

I never told nobody nothing.

That's the God's truth.

Look, I've got it
written down here.

You said the man's name
was Jackson,

and he asked you
where Colin Jenkins was.

No.
I never said that neither.

What happened was,

you know the escalators,
the top of King's Cross?

Yes.

I was coming down them.

My coat got caught and I fell
forward and I hit my face.

Then I got up and I fell over
again and I hit my nose.

Nobody hit me.

So you lied
to the police officers?

Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Yeah, I lied
'cause I'm underage.

Martin,
did you know Colin Jenkins?

Connie?

Yeah.

Not well.

He was a red-haired bloke,
wasn't he?

Quentin House.
He was there with me.

And now he's burned to a crisp.

That's the joke going round,
Quentin Crisp,

the famous poofter.

Have you ever had sex
with a man?

Me?
No.

How about a blow job?
Ever done that?

Yeah, a few times,
when I'm broke.

I ain't into all that.

I've got other means
of employment.

Oh, yeah?
Such as what?

Breaking and entering,
nicking cars, radios.

Do a bit of begging, sell my
life's story to the newspapers.

Now, you listen to me, Martin.

You think you can play games
with us.

Lie to us and it's all a joke,
isn't it?

Well, it's not.

Colin Jenkins is dead.

There's no one to claim his
body, no one to even bury him.

No one cares about Colin Jenkins
but us,

and you're next, Martin.

You're the next little dead body
we find down there.

You know that?
Want people to care about you?

He denies knowing
Martin Fletcher.

Martin Fletcher
denies his whole statement.

Can we hold Jackson on trying to
pick that boy up at the station?

No.

So we've got nothing on him?

No prints from Vera's flat?
Nothing on a possible weapon?

No, nothing.

God!

Open the window.
Shut that door.

You take that smile
off your face,

'cause I'm going to send you
away for a very long time.

What am I supposed to have done?

One -- You were caught
approaching a juvenile.

Two -- Attempted murder
of another juvenile.

And three -- That you did,
on the night of the 17th,

murder Colin Jenkins.

Sit down. Have you read him
his rights yet?

Yeah.

Sergeant, has he
given you a contact number

for his brief?

All right,
what's your full address?

Flat 4, Addison Lane Estate.

My mother's place.

And your name
is James Paul Jackson?

Yes, that's my name.

Unemployed. Arrested.

No charges.
No charges.

Well, you're very well known
to vice, aren't you?

Well, you've been lucky
up to now,

'cause we haven't
been able to charge you

until we'd interviewed
Martin Fletcher.

I never touched Colin Jenkins.
I wasn't even there.

I wasn't at Vernon Reynolds'
flat, full stop.

End of questions.

Yeah, but you admit that you
attacked Martin Fletcher

on the night in question.

I was at the Advice Centre.

Ask Mr. Parker-Jones.

He saw me there.

There was also a kid
called Alan Thorpe.

I've got three
or four more witnesses

to prove I was there.

This is just a ridiculous
waste of time.

Why were you looking
for Colin Jenkins?

I never found him.

I admit I was looking for him.

Martin must have told you that.

I was looking for Connie,
but I never found him.

Yeah. But why
were you looking for him?

He owed me some money.

Oh, yeah?
How much?

A couple of hundred.

200 quid?
That's a lot of money.

You're unemployed.

That's why I wanted it back.

Look, I'll be honest with you.

Sometimes, I do the odd trick.

Yeah?

Well, jobs are really hard to
come by, you know?

And my mum, she gets behind
with the rent,

so I blow a few blokes,

and I don't like it
when some kid nicks my dough.

Now, I'm not going to lie to you
about Martin Fletcher.

I suppose I just lost my temper.

You're telling me
he's going to press charges?

Martin?

No way.

Like you say,
it was a lot of money.

Now, I'm not saying anything
until I get my brief.

Because you're not listening
to what I'm saying.

All right, take him back
down to the cells

until we have, as requested,
contacted his brief

and verified
his alibi witnesses.

What's her name?

As Colin Jenkins'
death is now a homicide,

I suggest we hand it over
to the correct department.

Oh, no, we are making progress.

I mean, I've got a very strong
suspect in custody, Jackson,

and he's got direct links
to Operation Contract.

Go on.

Well, he's very well known
to vice.

In fact, he's been questioned
by them on several occasions.

If he did, in fact,
murder Colin Jenkins,

that's going to act

as a very strong lever
for more information.

Oh, incidentally,
there's this Advice Centre

keeps cropping up,

you know, run by a man
called Edward Parker-Jones.

At no time
did Operation Contract

initiate an investigation
into Edward Parker-Jones.

No, I wasn't contemplating
an investigation into him.

It's just that
he's my suspect's main alibi,

and, you see, the longer
we have Jackson banged up,

the easier it is
to question the kids.

All right, but just let me know

if there are any
new developments, yeah?

Yeah, yeah.
Sure.

Gov, can you spare a minute?

You wanted me to check back

and see if Colin Jenkins
had been brought in.

He was and he did use
the name Bruce Jenkins

and he was charged
with soliciting.

Who interviewed him?

Sergeant Otley.

Now, it was almost a year ago
and he was underage,

so a social worker
had to come in

and take over
from the department.

Now, I have contacted her.

She's not much help, but she's
sending her report in anyway.

- Okay. Thanks.
- Right.

...she was brought in to do?

Look
if she isn't suspicious now,

she will be
if I pulled her off it.

She knows nothing.

Because I'm sure.

Yes, well, we'd just better make
damn sure it stays that way.

The deceased,
Colin Jenkins, was,

according to the path reports,

unconscious
when the fire took hold,

but his death was due
to carbon-monoxide poisoning.

Therefore, we're now treating
the case as a murder

as it's clear
from the fire reports

that the fire was not
accidental, but an act of arson.

We all have a backlog of cases,

and my own feelings
concerning this murder

and its obvious complexities

are that we keep it in-house,

so I want this case brought to a
conclusion as fast as possible,

and I've requested backup

to assist Detective Chief
Inspector Tennison's inquiry

from CID AMIT Area 7 and 8.

Thank you.

Bloody hell.

Sir, I do not need
any assistance.

I already have
a very strong suspect.

James Jackson,
earmarked in Operation Contract.

I would like to be informed
first of any further decisions

concerning
the Colin Jenkins investigation.

I'll bear it in mind,
Chief Inspector.

Oh, I'm sorry, Jane.

I didn't have time this morning
to introduce you.

This is one of your new team,
D.l. Brian Dalton.

Brian, this is
Chief Inspector Jane Tennison.

- Good morning.
- How do you do?

Yes, I want to report
an accident.

Flat 5

I need an ambulance.

I want to report an accident

Flat 5

That call was logged at 9:15.

Do you recognize that voice?

I want to report an accident
Flat 5.

- Not Vernon, is it?
- No.

I want to report an accident
Flat 5.

- Didn't leave his name?
- Oh, yeah.

Just replaying this 'cause
we like the sound of his voice.

Jackson's with his brief.

Did we trace any
of those alibi witnesses yet?

No, just stay here a minute,
would you?

A bit overqualified, isn't he?
Dalton.

You interviewed Colin Jenkins.

What happened?
Did it slip your mind, Bill?

Here I am trying to get a handle
on him, and you interviewed him.

I had a two-minute conversation
with him just after I got here.

Didn't remember
till Kath told me.

Okay.
What was he like?

Was he dumb?
Was he intelligent?

Was he cheeky?
Was he soliciting?

Was he caught in the act?
Come on, you questioned him.

He was a very quiet lad.
That's all I know.

I want Martin Fletcher
brought back in again,

and you can take Dalton
with you.

And there was another kid
called Kenny Lloyd.

He was there, and...

Oh, yeah, Driscoll.

Don't know his first name.
Disco Driscoll.

And Alan Thorpe, Billy Matthews,

they was with me
from about 8:30 onwards

at the Advice Centre.

Played some pool,
watched some TV.

I've told you all this.

I even told you about
Mr. Parker-Jones being there.

We'll check these witnesses up.

Until then,
you are gonna remain in custody.

But my client
has clearly stated to you

that on the evening in question,

he has not one
but five witnesses,

and you were given
their names yesterday.

Mr. Arthur, until we can verify

that your client was
where he said he was,

he is going to remain
in this nick.

What about these other charges?

I mean, you have held my client
for nearly 24 hours.

If there are other charges
to be leveled at my client,

we have a right to know
exactly what they are.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

We can't find Martin Fletcher.

He was at the Bullring
last night,

Waterloo underpass this morning.

That social worker,
Margaret Speel,

does she know where he is?

No.

Then get back out and find him.

Find every one of his alibis,

and wheel them in,
every one of them.

Take him back to the cells.

How long can they hold me here?

What time did you bring
my client here?

The exact time, Inspector.

Oi, you, move it.

We're looking for a kid
named Disco Driscoll.

I'm talking to you.

What's that?

I'm making a model airplane.
What do you think?

The kid with the
lager can, that's Kenny Lloyd.

Oi, go easy on him.

Hello, son.

20 quid.

Down the toilets.

You just blew more
than you expected, son.

I'm a police officer.

Okay, so I'll make it ten.

Watch it.

I want to ask you
a few questions.

That all right?

It's about that fire.

You heard about it?

You know Colin Jenkins?

Connie.
Eh?

Hey!

Enough!

- Come on, leave off!
- The bastard bit me!

Leave him alone!

I know nothing!
I don't know anything!

No one's asked you anything yet.
What's your name?

- Billy.
- Billy what?

Billy Matthews.

You telling me porkies?
Eh?

Gov.

Excuse me.
This is a private office.

Could you leave us, please?

Detective Chief Inspector
Jane Tennison.

And you are?

Edward Parker-Jones.

Can I see that?

Yeah, of course.

Thank you.

So, how can I help you,
Chief Inspector?

Well, I'm making
an investigation

into the death of Colin Jenkins.

You know him.

So...

Well, could you tell me
where you were

on the evening of the 17th
of this month?

Yes.
I was here.

I was here from 6:30
until about midnight.

And do you have
any witnesses to corroborate?

How many would you like?

I can make you out a list
if you like.

Well, I'm interested in the hour
between 8:30 and 9:30.

Alan Thorpe, David Driscoll,
Kenny Lloyd.

Do you know James Jackson?

Yes.

In fact,
he was here that evening.

You have a very good memory,
Mr. Parker-Jones.

No, not really.

It's my job to help
the social services

by keeping some kind of record

about the youngsters
who come and go here.

Oh, yes, Billy Matthews,
he was here as well.

Yes, I had to arrange for him
to see a doctor.

We found him in the toilets.

He's a tragic case.

Only 14, full-blown AIDS.

And I remember that evening,

Jackson was in a particularly
aggressive mood.

He's not a very pleasant
character.

He'd been in earlier in the day

looking for a boy
called Martin Fletcher.

Why was he looking for him?

I've no idea.

Anyway, Martin wasn't here
on the 17th,

but he turned up the next day

and a Sergeant Otley
spoke with him.

Now, you said that Mr. Jackson
had been here earlier in the day

and then he came back at night.

What time did he come back?

Is Jackson a suspect?

I thought
it was an accidental death.

That building's a firetrap.

The whole block is.

Would you please just answer
the question?

What time did Mr. Jackson
get back?

Oh.

I think he got back about 8:30,
stayed for two hours.

Two hours?

Well, thank you very much,
Mr. Parker-Jones.

Do you know
Vernon Reynolds' flat?

Yes.

Vernon's very well known
round here.

He sometimes leaves his
front door key at the desk

for his friends to pop in.

I've always had
a good relationship

with the Vice Squad.

I take it you're new.

Yes.

Yes, I am,
and I do appreciate your help.

Not at all.

Most of the youngsters
that come here

are in a terrible state,
you know.

They've been abused, they're
unloved, they've no friends.

There's not much we can do

except keep
some kind of contact.

I'm sure you do a very good job.

You do have some very impressive
credentials here.

Yes, thank you.

Oh, there was
just one more thing.

Do you have any photographs?

The boys?

No, no, no.
They're far too expensive.

I meant casual snapshots,

you know, like
a Christmas party or something.

We know that Connie came here
quite a lot, didn't he?

He used to,

but we haven't seen him here
for about three months.

Do you know
where he had been living then

for the past couple of months?

No, I'm afraid not.

He used to leave messages
on the board,

and he received a few letters
from time to time,

but not for a while.

Tell you what,
I'll have a word around.

If I hear anything,
I'll let you know.

Thank you very much.

Not at all.

Driscoll, Thorpe.

Oh, he's given me the same names
as Jackson.

We'll have to release him.

Oh, shit!

At least banged up,

he couldn't scare those kids
into not talking to us.

And they can't find
Martin Fletcher.

I made a list
of all the jobs and contacts

on the notice board.

A lot of young male models
required.

The place reads
like a tom's telephone kiosk.

Models?

Yeah.

That fits in with something
that Vera said about Connie,

about wanting to be a model.

Very good.
Very good.

May I say that is
a very positive tie

you're wearing today, Inspector.

Thank you.

Tennison's got
the murder inquiry,

partly because it would be
more trouble to stop her.

But we want the murder and only
the murder investigated.

Well, there's nothing else
that I've heard.

Jackson is still
the prime suspect.

Yeah, well,
we want Jackson charged.

What we do not want
is the investigation broadened.

- Is that understood?
- Mm-hmm.

You'd better go and let Sister
have a look at that hand.

Right.

Oh, and thank you.

Right, we will stick
to the weekly rota as planned.

Wake up, James.

Because we have, handling
the murder investigation,

and may I introduce to you
D.C. Lillie, D.S. Haskons,

D.l. Hebdon, and D.l. Dalton.

Where is Dalton?

Anyway, that said,

any further information
concerning Operation Contract.

Cut it out.

You know Superintendent
Halliday's making this

a priority.

Priority.

Look, Larry, can you farm out
all the contact numbers

from the Advice Centre?

Excuse me, gov, there was a
message from some woman Smithy.

- Forget it.
- She left her number.

I don't believe it.

All right, mate?
How are you?

We were at Hornchurch together.

Long time no see.
Keeping fit?

Still playing
for the rugby team?

Nah.
Did my knee.

Tendons.
Had to have an op.

It's a bit off the beaten track
for you.

I thought you were
with Scotland Yard.

Yeah, I was,
but I got transferred here.

Listen, I'll catch up with you
in a second.

Sure.

We've traced
three of the alibis.

They were all at the center
all evening with Jackson.

I haven't got Alan Thorpe yet,

but I've got a list
of his hangouts.

Give them to Larry.

He's giving out the work
for tonight.

Oh, incidentally, tonight,
look for Martin Fletcher.

I want him brought in.
Okay?

A list of Thorpe's hangouts.

What's this, then?
What are you doing here?

He got Fairy of the Week
at Southampton Row

five times on the trot.

You old poofter!

Ray Hebdon, Bill Otley.
The skipper.

Jackson was released
about 15 minutes ago.

- Does she know?
- No.

Right, as from today,

we are awarding
the Fairy of the Week award.

We'll be awarding
the Prick of the Week award.

Apparently, you're not eligible

'cause you've been one
ever since you arrived.

Advice Centre

and Vernon Reynolds' flat.

I timed it.

You could get there and back
in less than 10 minutes.

So Jackson could easily
have done it,

but five alibis say
that he didn't.

Well, I reckon we could break
down these kids' statements

if we had Jackson banged up.

They'd say he'd visited
the Queen Mother

if he told them.

He's got to them.
It's obvious.

Yeah, well, it's obvious
with Martin Fletcher.

I want him
brought back in again.

Parker-Jones.

He's Jackson's strongest alibi.

You dig around a bit.

See what you can come up with,
on the quiet.

He's squeaky clean.

I think your predecessor
had a nose round.

Came up with nothing.

Where is that tape?

You didn't take a tape, did you?

No.

Well, I won't waste time looking
for it now.

Let's call it quits for tonight,
get an early start.

Right.

Get him off my back, will you?
I can't work with him.

You and I could have got
a lot more out of those kids.

One bit him.
I nearly did myself.

What do you think about him?

Not a lot.

I don't know why he's on board.
Do you?

Good night.

Bill, you didn't take that tape,
did you?

Why would I do that?

Yeah.

Can I speak to Dr. Gordon's
secretary, please.

Hello.
It's Jane Tennison here.

Listen,
I've got a 6:30 appointment

and I'm running a bit late,
so could I...

Shit!

Ah, sorry.

Yeah.

Yes, thank you.
Thank you very much.

- Evening, sir.
- Evening.

Brian, could I have a word
with you?

Has anyone looked at your hand?

It's nothing.
I'll put a plaster over it.

I don't know
how to tell you this.

Billy Matthews has got
full-blown AIDS.

I think you should get
to a hospital.

The little bastard.

I'll go and see the Sister.

Little shit!

You do understand
what this could mean, don't you?

He bit me.

He broke the skin.

He bit me.

Oh, Jesus.
Jesus Christ.

I was bleeding.

I think you should get
to the hospital.

You'll need a tetanus injection
anyway.

Do you want someone
to come with you?

It's okay.

I've got my own car.

Thank you.

I don't know why we're going to
all this bleeding trouble.

Nasty little queer.

So, have we got an address
for him, for Colin/Connie?

No.
He didn't have a permanent one.

He must have lived somewhere.
What about a recent photo?

These are from the children's
home, a few years back.

Black and white.
Not much else.

Was he claiming any benefits?

Dole?

No.
Nothing from the D.S.S.

Hello?

No, she's not here.

Is she not in her own office?

All right, I'll take it.

Hello?

No, she's not here.
Can I take a message?

Yeah.

Jessica Smithy.

I'll tell her.

Any vice charges?
I mean, he was on the game.

Too young to bring charges,
wasn't he?

1988.
Picked up, shipped back.

I don't understand,
you know what I mean?

What makes a grown man
want to screw some little boy?

Or little girl,
come to think about it.

Make our job a damn sight easier
if we had a recent photo.

Here you go.

Well, I'll run the tests anyway,
but I'm sure it's nothing.

You work too hard.

You're run-down.
You need a break.

Can I ask you something?

If a person has full-blown AIDS

and bites someone else,
actually draws blood,

how dangerous is that?

Well, that rather depends.

It's not the fact that
the AIDS carrier's drawn blood,

but if his blood then comes in
contact with the open wound.

Often their gums can bleed,

so it really rather depends

how far advanced
the AIDS carrier is.

How soon could it be diagnosed?

We're not talking about you,
are we?

No.
It's a friend of mine.

Well, your friend should be
tested for antibody immediately.

That will only prove

that he or she
doesn't have it now.

I'm afraid it will take
up to six months

to prove
they're absolutely clear,

so they're going to need
HIV tests

for the next four weeks
for six months.

It'll be six months
before he knows for sure?

I'm afraid so.

That's how long it takes

to show a positive
HIV infection,

and AIDS, well, that could take
up to 8 to 10 years to develop.

Okay.
Thanks.

Do you have any leaflets
on that I can take?

Yes, I've got some outside.
I'll get them for you.

These results will be back
in a couple of days,

so I'll give you a call then.

Can I use your phone?

- Yeah, go ahead.
- Thanks.

The body was discovered
about an hour ago.

There's a doctor
checking him over.

He's over there by that angel.

P.C. Kelly to Control.

P.C. Kelly to Control.

L.D. check on a Martin Fletcher.

Martin Fletcher, adolescent.

Some bloody guardian, eh?

Apparent solvent abuse.

Standing by.
Over.

Kid over there with the dog,
Jackson's third witness.

- What, that little one?
- Yeah.

- Alan.
- Alan Thorpe.

That's it. Right.

Good.
Go and have a word with him.

Hello, lads.
Good evening.

He says he was too pissed
to remember

who was at the center
the night Connie died,

so that's one alibi
down the spout, innit, eh?

Oh. Let's go.

Alan, come here a sec.

Alan!

Don't mess me about.
Get here now!

What was all that about?

He wanted to know about Connie.

Right.

We're going for a little ride.

What about my mates?
Can they come?

No.
Just you and me, all right?

One of
the so-called photographers

was busted a few years ago,

so he was quite helpful
actually.

Now he's mostly porn
and girly pics,

but he put me onto a Mark Lewis,

who specializes
in male beauty-style pictures.

Now, I called him,
but I got short shrift.

It's probably better
for one of the men to have a go.

If Connie was trying to be
a model,

it's possible he used him.

Okay. Thanks.

Norma, got any messages?

Jessica from the newspaper.

She is the most persistent woman
I've ever met.

She said if you haven't got
the time to return her calls,

she will come and see you
at a convenient time,

but she won't tell me
what she wants.

Now, listen, the Jackson alibis.

Alan Thorpe, we know was drunk
and on substances,

but Billy Matthews,
why is there a question mark?

He doesn't remember
where he was that night.

We need to question him.
He might remember.

- Okay.
- There's the message.

Thank you.

Martin Fletcher virtually
drowned in his own vomit.

His blood-alcohol high
could have been bottled,

and he was sniffing.

You know what they said?

They said if they'd put a match
to him, he would have combusted.

You're done.
Welcome to modern science.

You released Jackson.

That means his alibis pan out?

Yeah.

We didn't have enough
to hold him.

Which is a pity, because I think
those kids are scared of him.

They're covering up for him.

We're going to keep checking
their statements, but...

So Jackson is still
the prime suspect?

Oh, yeah.

And Parker-Jones,
you went to see him?

Yeah.

Why?
Any reason I shouldn't have?

No.

No, no, no.

And was the interview
satisfactory?

Yeah, he was very cooperative,
but...

Do you think it will be
necessary to see him again?

I don't understand.

Are you telling me
not to interview

my prime suspect's main alibi?

I saw the case board.

You've three boys
that give Jackson an alibi,

so stay off Parker-Jones.

Sir, am I in charge of
this investigation or not?

No, I am.

So, now I'm telling you

to back off him
and stay off him.

If Jackson is your man,
then get him.

Concentrate on Jackson,
and wrap this case up.

- Margaret Speel, please.
- One moment, please.

- Margaret.
- Yeah?

Is it Martin Fletcher again?

No.

No, he's dead.

He died last night.
Drug abuse.

Oh, no.

He left my station in
your custody the night before.

My custody?

Is that what you call it?

I was called to your station
and kept waiting for hours.

I was there to observe
Martin's emotional...

And physical welfare.
I do know the law.

I had no legal rights
over Martin Fletcher.

All I could do
was try and find him

some decent accommodation
for one night.

Do you know Billy Matthews?

Yes.

Is there any way that
you can get him off the streets?

What do you mean,
get him off the streets?

He's got full-blown AIDS.

Really?

Where do you want me to put him?

You know one boy
with full-blown AIDS,

and you want him
off the streets.

Well, where do I put him?
With the rest?

Do you know where they all are?
Do you know how many there are?

Look, I suggest you contact
Edward Parker-Jones

at the Advice Centre.

If Billy's there, then I can try
and do something for him.

What do you think
of Edward Parker-Jones?

He deserves a medal.

Do you know,
it costs £1,500 a week

to keep really young offenders
in an institution,

and more staff
than you could possibly imagine.

Did you know Connie?
Colin Jenkins?

No.

James Jackson?

Yes, I know of him,

but I've never had any
professional dealings with him.

Okay.
Thanks.

Thanks.

If you can give an idea
of the time he came to me,

then you can go through
all the portfolios.

No, I don't know him.

What, sometime last year?

Do you keep records of clients,
dates of sessions?

Some don't like to use
their real names.

I am strictly cash up front
and cash on delivery,

and I pay VAT and taxes.

I run this
as a legitimate business.

I just take the photographs.

If it's for a publication,
then I charge so and so.

If it's for a private collector,

then it is between myself
and the client.

Help yourselves.

I'll be in the darkroom.

I mean, if I remember correctly,

you said that the Advice Centre

had been targeted
before I came on board.

Now, did that include
Edward Parker-Jones?

Not the man.
It was more his boys.

It's where they all congregate.

It's one of
the first ports of call

for the really young kids.

And it was sort of inferred

that you should all
stay clear of it?

Larry, if I have to instigate
a full-scale swoop,

that means kids, toms,
pimps, punters,

close down clubs, coffee bars,

and I'm under great pressure
to do that.

Edward Parker-Jones' name
keeps coming up.

Is this off the record?

Of course.

The chief inspector before you
got warned off.

Parker-Jones
is a very influential man.

He's got friends in high places,
so we sort of backed off him.

And this came from the governor?

Yeah.

Okay.

And then Operation Contract
got the green light

for the clean-up?

Yeah.

As you know, that was
a complete waste of time.

Chief Inspector Lyall was out.

I think he's in Manchester now.

I still don't think there's
anything subversive going on,

but...

- There was a leak?
- Yeah.

I mean, someone must have
tipped off the punters,

let alone the clubs.

Again, off the record,

I think we got close
to someone

with some pretty
heavy-duty contacts.

And who do you think
that might be?

No possible names?

No.
If I had, I'd tell you.

Good morning.

Can I speak to a Chief Inspector
David Lyall, please?

Okay, so I've got that.
Are you sure it's Mark Lewis?

It's personal.

Could you say it was
Sergeant Bill Otley, Vice Squad?

Soho.
Yeah.

I'll hold.
Thank you.

I've got him coming on the line
now.

I'll take it on line three.

Sarge.

Listen, mate, I need a favor.

Sarge?

Remember when you were here

and you thought
you'd got something on a bloke?

Sarge,
Kath's just got another call

from one of the photographers.

He's certain the guy we're
looking for is Mark Lewis.

Hang on a second.

Check the bloody board!
Go on.

Who's he talking to?

The chief inspector here
before Tennison.

No doubt he's giving it a bit...

Mark Lewis.

Yes, they are with him
this morning.

Sarge, this Mark Lewis,

did you know he's on the list
from the Advice Centre?

Well, bloody contact them,
dearie.

Sorry about that, Dave.

Look, can you fax me
what you sniffed out?

Yeah?

Oh, hang on.

Well, now, what was your little
private conflab about, then?

Come off it, Bill.
That's my phone.

Is it for me?

No, it's personal.

Go and check with Kath.
I think she's got a tip-off.

Yeah.

As a favor?

We're sniffing around
Parker-Jones again.

Oh, this is a waste of time.

I don't know
what we're doing here.

If he did a bit of modeling,
so what?

Can you see a phone?

Mr. Lewis, can I use your phone?

Help yourselves.

Can't come out.

I'm working on some negs.

Phone's by the door.

Look at him.
Look

Thanks, Mr. Lewis.
That was Kathy. Tip-off.

If there's anyone doing
the real heavy stuff,

this is our man.

Hey, we've no search warrant.

He is messing us about.

He never said anything
about this lot.

"Adam and Adam."

That's original.

Mr. Lewis,
we need to talk to you.

- What's this?
- No, don't!

It's acid.
It'll burn your hand.

Parker-Jones is thought of
as the Mother Teresa of Soho,

and he's Jackson's alibi,

and, you know,
there's something else

that doesn't quite fit here.

If Jackson was looking
for Connie for money,

why didn't he take it
when he found him?

We've got Mark Lewis in,

and we're getting a video room
set up, view Connie's tapes.

Okay, you go ahead.

D.C.l. Tennison.

Oh, yeah, Dr. Gordon.

Is it the tests?

Yeah, sure, I'll come in.
Just tell me when.

Okay.

Thank you.

You wanted D.C.l. Lyall's
contact number.

He's in Manchester.

Actually,
I think Sergeant Otley was...

Are you all right?

You didn't put this in my desk,
did you?

It's the ambulance
call-out tape.

No.

You haven't got a cigarette,
have you?

No. Sorry.
I've given up, actually.

I last saw him
about three, maybe four days

before the fire.

He wanted some photographs.

Not the explicit ones,
just some head and shoulders.

And?

He never showed up.

Look, I was only destroying them
because I know he's dead.

I just didn't want to be
involved.

Did he say what he wanted
the photographs for?

D.C.l. Tennison
has just entered the room.

I assume maybe Connie
was trying to get

some legit model work.

Okay.
Cheers, mate.

He was a very good-looking boy.
Quite a star.

When he came to you
on the other occasions,

when these were taken,

did he commission them himself
or did somebody else?

Those?
Well, he paid for them.

I suppose he was going to look
for work on spec.

Do you ever see Connie
with anybody else?

You mean,
apart from the other models?

Yes. Did you ever see Connie
with anybody?

No.

So he always came to the studio
alone, yeah?

Yes. Apart from the other people
in the session,

he was always alone.

Look, we know what business
you're really in.

So, did you ever see Connie
with anyone else?

No.
He was always by himself.

He was very beautiful,
very special.

We know
about the pornographic videos

with underage kids,
with children.

So, now, did you ever see Connie
with anybody else?

Someone was with him once.

I've no idea who it was,
but he paid for the film.

Just sat watching.

I'm going back at least a year,
maybe 18 months.

How much did this film cost?

£2,000.

Describe him.

- Who?
- The man with Connie.

Describe him.

How old?

Oh, well, he'd be about
late 50s, maybe older.

Gray-haired, gray --

Gray all over, really.

Pinstripe suit.

Smart.
Carried a briefcase.

How did he pay?
Check or cash?

Cash. He had the cash
in the briefcase.

He waived his right.

- Has he made his call?
- Yeah.

Was he in the videos,
this gray-haired man?

Well, not physically.

What's that supposed to mean?

He said what he wanted.

He told me
what he wanted Connie to do.

Have we got that video?

Oh, no. That one never even
had a copy made.

Took it out of the camera.

All the others came later.

Connie got a bit of a taste
for it.

Got an address for him?

Phone number?

Would you answer the question
out loud, please?

No, I don't know where he lives.

Lived.

Connie is dead.
Remember?

So, how did you contact him,
then?

We've a stack of your videos
starring Connie,

and you want us to believe

you had no way
of contacting him?

Mark, you're getting in deeper.

You've just admitted
you filmed Connie 18 months ago.

Still a minor.

I didn't know how old he was.

He told me he was 18.

So, how did you contact him?

I'd leave a message,
and he'd call me.

Look
I never knew where he lived.

I swear.

I see.

So, if somebody sees someone
they fancy in one of your films

and they want to get in touch
with them,

they do it through you, do they?

Yes.

And then what happens?

I go round to the Advice Centre
and stick a note up for him.

Do you get paid

for carrying these messages
backwards and forwards, then?

No.
No, I did not get paid.

So you did it
as an act of kindness?

Yes.

Do you know Edward Parker-Jones?

He runs the Advice Centre.

He wouldn't approve, you know.
Very straight.

So, why do you think
Colin Jenkins was murdered?

I don't know.

Mr. Lewis,
you have been read your rights,

and you said

that you did not require
any legal representation.

I want a list
of his clients' names.

Hack into his computer
if he's got one.

Dalton should be able to deal
with that.

I want VAT payments.
I want bank statements.

Let's throw the lot
at that seedy little bastard.

Do over his place tonight.

Undo your trousers.

What are we watching, then?

"Magic Roundabout," pillock.

But, sir.

Just do as he says.
Bend over.

That's lovely!

I'm glad my kids are girls.

You should see
what they do to the girls.

There you go.
Oh, that's lovely.

Sir, could you listen to
the Mark Lewis tapes for me?

I think you might be able
to help me with them.

Mm-hmm. Sure.

Obviously, we don't want
any of these to go walkabout.

Right.

Okay, Norma,
what else have you got for us?

Hi. My name's Connie,

and I'm 16 years old.

I'm sorry.
I'll start again

I think we'd better get
Billy Matthews back in again.

This is stupid.

Billy keeps on
pulling faces at me

Hello..

My name's Connie,
and I'm 16 years old.

I like going out

Hello.

Hey, what's that bruise
on your face?

I fell over.

Have any of you lot
seen Billy Matthews?

Alan?

Kathy!

Coming.

Oh, God.

Excuse me.

Right, radio in
for an ambulance.

Norma!

Yeah, right.

This is W.P.C. Norma Hastings.

I need an ambulance.

Chief Inspector Tennison,
I'm Jessica Smithy.

I'm sorry.
I just need to talk to you.

- What's he taking photos for?
- Go back in the car, Carl.

Here's my card.

Oh, God, no.

You're not interested, are you?

Why? Because he was homeless?
A rent boy?

Doesn't he warrant
a full investigation?

You're the officer

who brought George Marlow
to trial.

I'm writing an article

on the boy that died
in the fire, Colin Jenkins.

I met him a few times.

My editor really wants pictures.
He promised me an exclusive.

No, we don't have any pictures.

They must have taken some
when they found him.

What were you saying?
You met him?

How many times did you meet him?

I met him a couple of times.

I've been very willing
to come in

and discuss my entire
interaction with him.

You said an exclusive.

Are you saying that he was
selling his story to the papers?

He was prepared to name
his clients,

including a high-ranking
police officer.

Did you record
your interview with him?

Yes, and I'm willing
to let you hear them,

but I want an exclusive
interview with you.

Oh, no, no, Miss Smithy,
I want to interview you.

And I want you in my office
in an hour,

and I want you to bring
those Colin Jenkins tapes

with you.

I'll be there. I've been trying
hard enough to get you.

Thank you, Inspector.

Detective Chief Inspector.

Nothing in the darkroom.

Sickens me.

Are you gonna be here
much longer?

I want to go out.

I do the next block, you know.

Oh, hey, do you want the keys?

We need you to stay.
I'm sorry.

The blokes that were here
last night didnae stay as long.

Somebody was here last night?

Aye.

Took away a whole load of stuff.
Police.

If I'd known I was having
so many visitors,

I'd have waxed my legs.

You could help us.

Where's his diary, address book?

What about tax forms, VAT forms?

I don't know,
unless they took it all.

Who?

They said they were police

and that Mark was being held
in custody.

Nobody even asked me about him,
you know. Connie.

Oh, he was a sweet kid.

Not all the time.

He was quite an operator.

But then, he had the equipment.

He wanted to be a film star.

Oh, there's a lot
of famous stars

pay to have their past
kept secret.

That's life.

Whatever you do
catches up on you.

Tasteless slippers, aren't they?

Mark Lewis' flat and studio
were completely cleaned out,

and supposedly
by police officers.

I'll look into it.

Well, I hope to God you will
because this stinks!

I said I'll look into it.
We have to abide by the rules.

We have to get
the warrants issued.

I mean, there isn't
one single scrap of paper

with either his name on it
or any of his clients' names.

Chief Inspector,

check your transcripts
of the Mark Lewis interview.

He was allowed to make
a phone call.

Maybe he got someone
to clear his place out,

and it had nothing to do

with delays
in issuing bloody warrants.

Don't go casting aspersions
around,

or they'll come down
on your head.

We're just as keen
to get a result as you are.

May I remind you
that you inferred

that an arrest
would be imminent?

How much longer do you require

four extra officers
to assist your inquiries?

Look, I didn't ask for them.

I can't put a time on it.

You saw those videos,
those kids.

Well, I might have
a breakthrough.

There's this journalist.

Apparently, she knew the victim.

He was selling his story.

He was going to name
his clients.

She's tape-recorded an interview
with him.

I haven't spoken to her yet,

but she should be here
any minute now.

What's the journalist's name?

Jessica Smithy.

Thank you, Chief Inspector.

Whose idea was it
to bring her here?

Bloody loose cannon now.

Well, we can't tell her to back
off, not with this journalist.

Get those tapes.

If there's anything
incriminating on them,

we can retain them.

Give her 24 hours.

If she's not charged Jackson,
she's off the case.

Get Dalton
on that journalist woman.

Am I going to be kept waiting
much longer?

She asked me to be here by 9:00.

Chief Inspector Tennison's
caught up right now.

She'll see you
as soon as she's free.

I told you not to do that

I said I would contact you

Look, we've first got to agree
on what you'll pay me.

Mark Lewis
called the Advice Centre.

He refused to say
who he spoke to,

just that he wanted
his cards taken down.

You're late.

Right, these are
the Colin Jenkins,

Jessica Smithy interview tapes.

She says that Connie was going
to sell his story to the paper,

naming, one --
a high-ranking police officer,

two -- a member of Parliament.

So, if any names come up
on this tape,

they are going to stay here,
in this office, amongst us,

because we are opening
one very big can of worms.

We're going to need
hard evidence to back it up.

Excuse the pun.

...without first having
a bit of information.

- Who brought this in?
- Shh!

Just saying you know important
names isn't good enough.

What if all this is a lie

just to get money
out of my paper?

I told you I had names

Very important people,
high-up people.

An M.P., a police officer.

It has to go
to my editor, Connie.

I have to sell him the story,
too, you know.

Well, I want big money

Cause if they found out
I was doing this,

then they'd kill me.

There's a guy called
Jimmy Jackson.

He's real crazy.

I want at least 20,000 quid

ls there any other place...

Get that dialogue transcribed.

See if the boys can clear off
that background noise.

I want names,
and as fast as possible.

Yeah.

Bill, keep tabs on Jackson.
If he knew about those tapes,

he wasn't after Connie
for any money.

Sorry I was late.

I had to go back
for the blood tests.

It's going to take about a week.

Until then,
I'll just have to wait.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

If you're not,
you can always come to me.

No, I am.
I'm fine. Thanks.

Do you mind if I sit in
on the Jessica Smithy interview?

Sure.

I had two meetings with him.

We met once on the 10th,

at Mr. Dickie's
in Covent Garden,

and then on the 14th
at the Karaoke K bar.

So, when did you first
contact him?

He called the office.

I see, so if anybody
calls your office,

tells you they've got
a hot story,

you just drop everything

and meet them in the middle
of Covent Garden?

You get to have a feel
for a story. Intuition.

Oh, you had a feel for this one,
did you?

I don't understand
your attitude,

unless you don't want
an investigation

into Colin Jenkins' death.

What's that supposed to mean?

If what Connie told me was true,
it would make sense.

Why?
What did he tell you?

That one of his clients
is a high-ranking officer

in the Metropolitan
Police Force.

He told you that?

Look, have you tried
the patches?

What?

You know, for smoking?
They do work.

So, you had two meetings
with Colin Jenkins,

and on both occasions,

you tape-recorded
the entire interaction

between the two of you?

Yes.

Now, the first time,

he contacted you
through your office directly.

How did you get in touch
the second time?

I left a message
at an Advice Centre.

In fact, I even went down there.
It's the one in Soho.

And what date was that?

I knew it was
a big hangout for rent boys.

It would have been
the 12th of this month, at 3:15.

P.m., not a.m.

Now, did you speak
to anybody else?

Bloody unbelievable!
No, I did not.

I didn't interview anybody.

Yeah, but did you
speak to anybody else?

Edward Parker-Jones.

He runs the center.

What did you tell him?

I didn't tell him anything.

I just asked if he knew

where I could contact
Colin Jenkins.

Did he know who you were?

Look, I'm a journalist, okay?

And sometimes I have to...

Lie?

No. He presumed
I was a social worker,

and he was very helpful.

But somebody must have told him
who I was,

because he asked me to leave.
In fact, he got very abusive.

If I had wanted to interview
any of the kids there,

he wouldn't have let me.

So, Edward Parker-Jones knew

that you, a journalist,
was looking for Colin Jenkins?

Yes.
So, now what?

Why aren't you trying to
find out which M.P.,

which police officer used him,
killed him?

He was murdered, wasn't he?

Did you speak to anybody else
at the Advice Centre?

A cleaning lady?

I didn't speak to anybody

because Parker-Jones
wouldn't let me!

He asked me to leave.

Gov.

Yeah?

Sit down, please, Miss Smithy.

Just one more thing, how much
did you pay Colin Jenkins?

I didn't. That's why
I was looking for him.

My editor had given me
some money.

How much?

A few hundred.

It's no concern of yours.

Exactly how much was it,
Miss Smithy?

Look, I can call your editor,
you know.

500.

And did you meet Colin
Jenkins, give him this money?

No, I did not.

We will, Miss Smithy,
be retaining the tapes

of your two meetings
with Colin Jenkins as evidence.

You'll be asked to sign
a legal document

which bars you and your paper
from using any information.

What?
This is crazy!

You cannot stop me
from printing!

We just did.

Anything?

Yes.

Parker-Jones knew that
Jessica Smithy was a journalist

and knew that she was looking
for Connie.

I think she's lying, too.

She had 500 quid to spend,

exactly the same amount
as we found on his body.

I think She paid him.

I think we should check out
Parker-Jones' credentials.

Already done it.

Malory University, Chicago.
Doesn't exist.

The rest of it's
a load of old cobblers.

I think we're getting somewhere.
We've got a motive.

For Jackson?

Ah, yeah.
Yeah.

Now, listen, until I get back,

I want you to keep pressure
on those kids' alibis, okay?

Do you want me to come with you?

What?
To my doctor's?

No, thank you.

Oh, incidentally,

Halliday wants a transcript
of those Jessica Smithy tapes,

but I don't want anyone
to get their hands on them

till I see them first, okay?

See you later.

Well, we shall have to run
a test.

Your blood pressure's a bit up,

and at your age,
we need to be careful.

So, no more smoking,
no more drinking.

Are you positive about this?

Oh, yes.
I think so.

You're pregnant.

Just