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("Wishing Well" by Free playing)

* Mm

* Take off your hat

* Kick off your shoes

* I know you ain't goin' anywhere *

* Run 'round the town

* Singin' your blues

* I know you ain't goin' anywhere *

* You've always been

* A good friend of mine

* But you're always sayin'

* Farewell

* And the only time

* That you're satisfied

* Is with your feet in the wishing well *

(siren wailing) * Oh...

You all right?

You saw it, bastard went for me,

I had to defend meself.

Best if you keep quiet.

OFFICER: Get on!

Right, in.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Profiles first. (camera winds)

Turn to the right.

Look to the camera, son.

(camera shutter clicks)

Instead of staring, why don't one of you's get my solicitor?

SERGEANT: We'll call him tomorrow.

Get him out there. Move it. Come on.

I know my rights.

Bloody hell, Len.

Looks like he went ten rounds with Henry Cooper.

Spence saw red.

You know how he gets.

I can delay this, but it won't go away.

Just make sure Gibbs gets his story straight.

(jackhammering in the distance)

(jackhammer slows to a stop)

What's going on?

What are you playing at? SILAS (whispers): Police.

There's a policeman outside.

Shh.

(radio crackles) Eagle's Nest, come in.

Eagle's Nest, come in.

(pounding on door)

Eagle's Nest, come in.

(radio crackles) Come in, Eagle's Nest.

Good evening, Officer.

Everything all right? Evening, sir.

We had a complaint from one of your neighbors about the noise.

Uh, we're carrying out a refurbishment of the kitchen.

Uh, please, let me show you.

I have a permit.

I told the council there will be some out-of-hours work.

So, uh... who made the complaint?

I'm not at liberty to say, sir.

Are you finished for the night?

Of course.

(radio crackling)

OFFICER: Good night.

SILAS: Good night.

Jane.

You got a minute?

Not really, sir. I'm late as it is.

Oh. Well, I just wanted to check if...

(door opens) Excuse me, sir.

...if everything's all right.

Yes, sir. Absolutely.

You're sure? Positive.

Tennison, a word.

Well done for last night.

I hear you stayed calm in a tough situation.

Thanks, Sergeant.

Yeah, but that's no excuse for being late again.

Go on, shift it to comms.

Is it me,

or are WPCs getting younger and more attractive?

Wish I could say the same for solicitors.

I understand you're holding one of my clients here,

Mr. O'Duncie?

Did he call you?

I'll take that as a "yes."

Would someone kindly show me to my client?

Thank you, Sergeant Harris.

(boat engine clacking)

It's Eddie Philips.

Divers just fished him out.

(camera winding)

The uniforms found this

on the towpath.

And this broken syringe.

We can safely say it wasn't a midnight swim.

Someone's given him a good crack on the head.

BRADFIELD: So he was hit first, then thrown in?

Can't clarify that till after the PM.

ASHTON: Judging by the state of him,

he's been here a while. LAWRENCE: I'd say at least 24 hours, at least.

Right, I'll try and find the professor,

let him know he's got another postmortem to attend to.

Thanks, Paul.

What were you mixed up in, Eddie?

(door opens)

What are you doing?

(grunts)

Look at him.

Eyes like pinpricks. What's going on?

We had a copper turn up, didn't we?

Because you were high.

I wasn't. I-I wasn't.

Went up to look for you and I found this.

And this.

We flushed the rest of it.

Let the rats get high on it.

You got any more stashed away?

No. Hmm?

You've got to sort yourself out.

I'm not going back to prison

'cause you're too high to do your job.

Who's going back to prison?

David? No one, Mom.

(door opens) What's that?

(door closes) No, don't worry.

It's sorted.

(officers speaking indistinctly)

Sir, is the Gestapo really necessary?

BRADFIELD: It's nothing personal, Morgan.

We're all under the microscope today.

O'Duncie might try and put us on the back foot.

Hold on, these notes are fresh from the bank.

They're in the same sequence.

Look.

That can't be right.

O'Duncie's a drug dealer.

Call the bank.

Get the serial numbers for the 500 quid

George Collins withdrew, cross-reference those.

It's all right, Mrs. Philips.

(softly): Okay.

GIBBS: If you could just nod for us.

Is this your grandson Eddie Philips?

(crying): You bastards!

You done this to him!

Oi! Oi! Oi! Bastards!

GIBBS: Hey! Calm down, Mrs. Philips, please.

(panting)

(sobbing)

Mrs. Philips?

Mrs. Philips?

The last time we saw Eddie

was when we took him to the hospital.

But he escaped from there.

We need your help

to try and find the person who did this to him.

Did Eddie ever mention a Dwayne Clarke

or a Terrence O'Duncie to you?

No.

This is her fault, that Julie Ann.

Eddie fell for her,

hook, line and sinker.

(sobbing): Look where it got him.

(sobbing)

Where were you on the evening of Sunday the 13th of May?

I was at home all night.

Do you know Julie Ann Collins?

When we searched your squat,

we found a large quantity of drugs

and 235 pounds in cash.

Was that connected to the deal

you were doing with Julie Ann Collins and Eddie Philips?

We know Eddie was there,

we found his fingerprints on your door. STONE: And might I suggest

this Eddie chap broke in, planted the drugs and money

and then informed you?

This morning, this Eddie chap

was pulled from the Regents Canal.

We believe he was murdered.

Did you know that Eddie spoke to us?

And that's why you had to shut him up?

Speculation.

You, Eddie and Julie Ann Collins.

I'd say that proves something.

And now they're both dead.

(whispers indistinctly)

My client would like to discuss

the events that occurred during his arrest.

What occurred is Mr. O'Duncie attacked my officer.

My client doesn't see it like that,

and we will be making a formal complaint.

Well, it's his word against ours.

Except, we have a witness.

Miss...?

Flowers.

She only has one name.

We're going to need your full name.

Miss Flowers,

we are speaking to Terrence O'Duncie

in connection with two murders.

You were not there

when Mr. O'Duncie attacked my officer.

Yes, I was.

And I'll swear to it and all.

I saw Terrence get punched and head-butted by your mate.

STONE: Miss Flowers appears to have seen everything, D.I. Bradfield.

You wanted to see me?

A10 have requested an interview with you

about the alleged assault

on O'Duncie.

Tomorrow morning.

What should I tell them?

Just tell them what happened.

I heard you were downstairs when it all kicked off.

Yes, Sarge.

MARTIN: Some bruising on his ribs and hip.

Old.

Best guess... 14 days.

Uh, lateral fracture on the left ankle, recently healed.

He's been in the water at least 24 hours.

Recent injection site in the groin.

Blood analysis will confirm,

but we can assume he was under the influence.

What about the head wound?

A blunt force injury.

Impact site is consistent with a large, blunt object,

and from the wound,

most likely postmortem.

A barge, maybe.

But the barge didn't kill him?

MARTIN: We'll know more later.

(office chatter, phones ringing)

BRADFIELD: So what have we got?

25, in fives,

each matching the serial numbers

from the cash withdrawn by George Collins.

There's one, two, three fives that match the list. 15.

Right, and you sent the top and bottom notes from the stack

for fingerprints.

That's fifty quid.

George Collins lent Julie Ann 50 quid

to pay back Eddie's debt,

and now those same notes end up with O'Duncie.

We're closing in on him.

Eddie's debt was with O'Duncie.

All right, Tennison?

Listen, I'm, I'm sorry about bringing all this to your door.

Can I buy you a drink?

I need to go home.

A10 should have better things to do.

Just doing their job.

What are you gonna tell them?

I-I'm not sure. I...

Listen.

If this complaint gets upheld,

I could get suspended.

I-If, if you just tell them

you were downstairs with the girlfriend...

But I wasn't.

I came back up for her shoes and I saw the whole thing, I....

I have to go.

("Block Buster!" by Sweet playing)

(laughter, whooping)

* Ah

* Ah...

Come on, it's a party.

Yeah. I'm all right.

You enjoy yourself.

Oh, okay.

Did Mum and Dad make you the responsible adult?

* He'll come from behind, you'll go out of your mind... *

Oh, Jesus, Pam!

Don't make a mess.

I'll clean it up in a minute.

So are you bringing a man?

Hmm?

Do you need your baby sister to set you up on a date?

Ugh. No, I'm okay.

* Can't look into his eyes, you'll be surprised... *

There is someone,

but he won't be coming to your wedding.

Is he imaginary?

No, he's bloody not. He's just...

* He'll steal your woman out from under your nose... *

So you've really met someone?

* Does anyone know the way, did we hear someone say... *

You looking forward to getting married?

Don't change the subject.

What's this bloke like, then?

(chuckles)

I... I don't know.

Don't you?

He's tricky.

Jesus Christ, Jane, they're all tricky.

WOMAN: Come on, Pam!

Come on.

Let's dance.

(crying)

(knocking)

(knocking continues)

(knocking)

DAVID (over radio): Eagle's Nest to Eagle One.

Look out, you got a visitor.

(jackhammering in the distance)

When you said there'd be noise in the evenings,

I didn't expect this.

Sorry, but we'll be finished soon.

What's the hurry?

Can't you finish earlier and just take longer?

Not really.

Who are you?

Was it you who called the police?

I'm sorry about that, Silas.

It's all right.

You got yourself a boyfriend?

I'm not short of offers.

One of them could put you up

for a couple of days, until we're finished.

Right.

Oh, I'm sure they would.

Thank you.

(door opens)

You go to bed, love.

No. I'll do this.

I'm fine, I'm nearly finished.

You all drank a lot.

Did you stick your head in and check on Pam?

She's, uh, passed out,

fully clothed.

So I guess it was a good night.

(doorbell ringing)

(knocking on door)

Did Dad forget his keys?

Uh, he went straight to bed.

(knocking on door)

Mrs. Tennison? Yes.

Um, I'm sorry about the late visit.

I'm, I'm D.I. Bradfield, I work with Jane.

I wondered if I could have a word with her.

Nearly midnight.

It's all right, Mum.

Evening, sir. Come in.

He's been drinking, I can smell it on him.

You go to bed, it's just work.

(sighs)

Sorry, Jane.

Did Gibbs send you over here?

Not as such.

I just popped by his gaff to check in on him.

And now you're checking on me.

Jane.

Go on.

Just say what you came here to say.

It's... been a long day, and I need to go to bed.

Sir.

(sighs)

O'Duncie's girlfriend is backing his version of the story,

so, I need you to tell A10 what you saw.

And what you saw was O'Duncie make a swing at D.S. Gibbs

and D.S. Gibbs defend himself with a single punch.

O'Duncie fell,

and hit his head on the radiator.

Saying I was downstairs was a white lie, but this...

Spencer Gibbs is a hothead.

All right, but he's also the best detective

I've got on my team,

and I would prefer to deal with him in my own way.

By lying.

That lowlife O'Duncie is in the frame

for Julie Ann's murder.

Maybe Eddie's, too.

It's things like this that derail an entire investigation.

Terrence O'Duncie will use this to get off.

Do you want that on your conscience?

What if they catch me out?

I'll be the one who's disciplined.

Who'll stand by me?

Don't you get it, Jane?

If you do this, the whole station will stand by you.

It's the way the game works.

We all look out for each other.

We are on the same side.

Please think about it.

I'm really sorry about this.

I wish we were talking under different circumstances.

Good night.

Night.

What in heaven's name are you playing at? (gasps)

ANDREW: I'll see you tonight. (kissing) JOYCE: Okay.

Well, your mum's worried sick again.

I told you, nothing's going on.

Oh, don't lie to me.

I haven't said anything.

JOYCE: I am concerned

that my daughter is... having relations

with her senior officer.

(laughing): "Having relations"?

(exhales)

Chime in any time, Andrew.

Well, this is very much

your area.

It doesn't bother you

that this is going on under our roof?

(sighs)

This... this Bradford chap.

(chuckles) Bradfield.

How... how well do you know him?

How well did you know Mum?

You got married a month after you met.

Your father

did not turn up in the dead of night asking me to lie for him.

You were spying on me?

Oh, Jane, don't be so naive.

JANE: I'm sick of this.

(sighs)

Once he's got whatever he needs,

he'll cast you aside.

And for what?

So his friend can save face?

He's a colleague.

Oh, whatever he is, it's not your business.

What happens at the station is my business.

But it's not yours. (scoffs)

(door opens, closes)

(dialogue low, muffled)

(low, indistinct chatter)

What'd you tell them?

He went for me.

I landed a punch.

He fell against the radiator, hit his head.

And did they go for that?

(sighs) I hope so.

Well, go home.

Try and forget about it.

(Gibbs sighs)

LAWRENCE: Autopsy report on Eddie Philips.

Cause of death was internal bleeding.

We found heroin in his blood,

along with high traces of strychnine.

Strychnine?

Commonly found in rat poison.

OFFICER: Wakey, wakey.

(lock clunks)

She's all yours.

(hinges creaking, lock clicks)

I just need to confirm your name and age

and then we can get you some help.

I don't need help.

I need to get out of here.

I've done nothing wrong.

I spoke to our missing persons index.

The Girls Village Home in Ilford reported you missing

on August 25, last year, Sarah.

(Flowers sighs)

I just need you to confirm it

and then you can go back to being Flowers.

I don't need your permission.

I know.

My skin is burning.

(sighs)

Julie Ann Collins was an associate

of your boyfriend, Terrence. Oh...

On May 13, she was murdered

and dumped in an unused underground car park.

Did you know her?

I don't feel well. You said you'd get me help.

We will do everything we can.

He's not my boyfriend.

I let him screw me when I need to get high.

And I really need something now.

(exhales sharply)

But you saw him with Julie Ann?

I don't know what happened to her, but...

What is it?

Eddie... I saw Eddie.

Where?

We have a witness who says

Julie Ann Collins visited your squat

on the day she died, May 13.

BRADFIELD: Julie Ann

came to see you to pay off the 50 quid that Eddie Philips owed.

We had the notes chemically treated for prints.

Both yours and hers were on them.

ASHTON: What did you do with the rest of Julie Ann's money?

Three weeks before, you ordered some thugs

to beat up Eddie Philips over that debt.

Says who?

BRADFIELD: We have witnesses.

From the squat?

Reliable witnesses then?

Did Julie Ann ask you about a drug deal?

Wanted to make a few quid?

Vulnerable young girl

with a couple of hundred quid in her pocket.

You, a notorious drug dealer with a thing

for vulnerable young girls.

When we tear your place apart,

are we gonna find the rest of her money?

My client denies any involvement

in Julie Ann Collins' death.

(knock on door)

(door opens)

Sir?

Can you tell D.I. Bradfield what you just told me?

I saw Eddie Philips at the squat.

I watched him die in front of me.

Go on.

I walked in on 'em having an argument.

Terry was pissed off that Eddie spoke to you lot.

Then, he calmed down

and gave him a hit on the house.

But that don't make no sense

'cause Terry never lets anyone shoot up in his room,

but he let Eddie do it.

And you saw all this?

Eddie just collapsed.

Terry said he'd be fine,

but his whole body started shaking,

like, really shaking, and then...

Oh, God!

She needs treatment. Get her to the hospital.

(cries): Can you help me?

(crying continues)

It's okay.

Two nights ago, Eddie Philips,

he came to visit you, you had an argument.

My officers found drug paraphernalia in his belongings.

We pulled your prints from his bag

and also from a box of rat poison we found in your squat.

You let him inject this, to kill him,

and then carried him to the canal and threw him in.

Did Eddie find out you killed Julie Ann?

Was he blackmailing you?

BRADFIELD: More likely, Eddie was liability.

He grassed you up, didn't he?

You couldn't have that.

I didn't kill Julie Ann Collins or Eddie Philips!

BRADFIELD: We're charging you for both.

Get him in a cell.

ASHTON: Come on. Do something, for fuck sake.

ASHTON: Come on!

Please state your name for the record.

Probationary WPC 517G, Jane Tennison, sir.

And can I confirm that you were present

during the arrest of Terrence O'Duncie?

I was. Yes, sir.

WILLIS: In your own words,

describe what happened during that arrest.

JANE: Detective Inspector Bradfield

and Detective Sergeant Gibbs

broke down the door to Mr. O'Duncie's dwelling.

At the time, Mr. O'Duncie was, um...

Why the hesitation?

Sorry, sir.

At the time, Mr. O'Duncie was in bed with Miss Flowers.

I was tasked with assisting her out of the room and I...

So, I...

D-Downstairs...

WILLIS: Just tell us exactly what you saw.

Can I request that we interview WPC Tennison alone?

WPC Tennison, would that be okay?

JANE: Um, I believe

an officer is entitled to be represented

by a more experienced colleague.

May I continue?

I saw Mr. O'Duncie lash out at D.S. Gibbs.

D.S. Gibbs defended himself, landing one punch,

causing Mr. O'Duncie to fall and hit his head on the radiator.

(paper rustling) And Miss Flowers?

Where was she during this altercation?

JANE: Downstairs,

on the second floor landing.

Sorry you had to go through that,

but... you handled yourself admirably.

Thank you, Sarge.

Tennison?

That's another obstacle cleared

so we can take this bastard down.

That's all this was ever about.

Just told them what I saw.

And I had you down as a Goody-Two-shoes.

I'll be all right, won't I?

You kidding?

You're one of the team now.

JOYCE: We're not trying to control your life.

JANE: Well, that's what it feels like!

But you don't have to go straightaway.

(sighs) There might not be another vacancy for months.

Oh, and that would be the worst thing, to wait?

Jane, you are not thinking this through.

Oh, for God's sake! Oh...

Don't raise your voice at me.

Then help me pack, instead of interrogating me!

(softly): Oh.

(sighs)

(sighs)

TURNER: How old are you?

Twenty-two.

Any boyfriends?

No.

Let me remind you of the golden rule:

Men are not allowed on the women's floor

and vice versa.

Anyone caught breaking that rule will be barred

immediately.

Of course, Sergeant.

*

*

Jane, you made it.

What do you fancy to drink?

I'm okay, thank you.

No, don't be silly. Can we get a G and T?

So, we got the bastard. Cheers.

Cheers. Cheers. Cheers.

Yes. (door opens)

BARTENDER: Sorry, lads, I'll be with you in a minute.

Bloody hell.

(wolf whistles) Look at the state of that.

EDWARDS: You all right, Spence?

Did you get hit by a Woolworth's truck on the way in?

(laughing)

It's fashion, mate.

Did you hear?

I'm in the clear.

I owe you one, Jane.

Don't mention it.

Lots to celebrate tonight, eh?

Two murders wiped off the boards.

(excited shouting)

One mystery remains, though.

Why are you dressed like a pirate? (laughs)

When I'm done I'll buy you a drink, yeah?

Not you though.

Cow.

(door opens)

EDWARDS: Whay.

(laughter, shouts, clapping)

(cover of "You Really Got Me" by The Kinks playing)

* Girl, you really got me goin' *

* You got me so I don't know what I'm doin' now *

* Yeah, you really got me now

* You got me so I can't sleep at night... *

You took one for the team.

They all bloody love ya.

I love ya. (chuckles)

You're drunk.

And you're not.

Come on.

Get that down you.

Morgan, Tennison, come on.

Come on. No, I'm all right.

* You really got me, you really got me *

* You really got me

* See, don't ever set me free

* I always wanna be by your side *

* Girl, you really got me now

* You got me so I can't sleep at night *

* Yeah, you really got me now

* You got me so I don't know what... *

(knocks)

So, it's true.

You moved in.

I saw the vacancy on the notice board.

Well, it's great here.

It's very convenient. (chuckles)

I'm a bit too old to be getting under my mum's feet, so...

(door opens nearby)

Mm, I've just had the "no boys on this floor" pep talk

by Sergeant Turner.

I don't want to be getting into trouble on my first day.

He'll be fine. (chuckles)

Look, um, I wanted to talk to you in the pub,

but you disappeared.

I wanted to thank you for what you did.

I know that can't have been easy.

It wasn't.

I'm just glad it's over so now we can...

I mean, so you can get on with the case.

Right.

If that'll be all...

Good night, then.

Good night.

Jane.

What I said... the other night...

...that I admire you...

I really meant it.

*

(clicking rapidly)

Morning.

Afternoon.

What time do you call this?

Here you go, this'll wake you up.

It's your turn to visit Ashley Brennan.

Who's he?

One of our most vigilant citizens. (chuckles)

MORGAN: He lives on the Pembridge,

place where Julie Ann was found.

(static crackles, indistinct radio transmission)

(tape rewinding)

(static crackles)

(knocks)

Oh, we've already had the landlord round

about the aerials.

A-Ashley's gonna take them down.

I'm not here about that, madam.

Your son called the station?

Ashley.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Ashley. Ashley.

(knocks on door)

There's a policewoman here to see you.

About bloody time.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Thank you, Mother.

Shut the door.

Identification, please.

Can't be too careful.

What's this all about?

CLIFFORD: ...Eagle One, come in.

I was intrigued by their call name.

Eagle's Nest to Eagle One, come in.

Eagle One.

Not that I thought for a moment

that the RCA 88 can pick up NASA transmissions.

CLIFFORD: Come in, over.

(distorted, indistinct talking)

They've been active since Monday.

CLIFFORD: Keep going, mate, we'll get there.

Isn't this snooping?

I record all suspected criminal activity.

"Eagle's Nest" refers to a lookout.

And who uses lookouts?

(whispering): Criminals.

JOHN: Eagles One to Eagle's Nest.

We're coming out in two.

David, are you awake up there?

Can you play that bit again?

(tape rewinds)

CLIFFORD: You better keep trying 'cause this thing only works

when we're at the top of the steps.

JANE: We can check the range

of Mr. Brennan's radio equipment

and see if we can track down the officer who attended the cafe.

We follow that one, every tip-off from Ashley Brennan,

we'd get nothing else done.

MORGAN: You've been Brennan'd.

It's a station joke.

But it was worth a try, Tennison.

JOHN: Is David up?

Up and out.

We need to get on.

Yeah, well, I told him to get himself sorted.

He was shaking like a bloody leaf,

wandering about the flat, muttering to himself.

Where is he?

I can't bear to see him like that anymore.

Ma, where is he?

(sirens wailing)

JANE: Which room is Sarah in?

RECEPTIONIST: Let me just check.

Room 12.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Thank you, Sarah.

Have you somewhere to go when you leave here?

They found me a room at a home in Richmond.

You won't tell Terrence where I am, will you?

No.

Thank you.

It's okay.

(low, indistinct conversations)

David.

What the hell are you doing?

(gasps)

Here, give me this.

Oh. We're fine, thanks, love.

We'll deal with this at home.

Come on.

Don't need any form filling and chitchat with doctors.

Did you get it?

Social worker present?

Sarge, I think I know that man.

The other day on the Pembridge, he slammed his door on me.

Sarge, do you know them?

SERGEANT: Clifford Bentley's lads.

Yeah, I know them.

The voice on the recording, I-I think it was him,

the one driving.

SERGEANT: John Bentley?

Are you sure?

Yes, Sarge.

Get whatever you need and let's go.

(engine starts, revs)

(honking)

(horn honks)

(honks)

Oi, stop pissing about

and get in the van.