All language subtitles for Prime Suspect 1991 S01E01 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

RADIO CHATTER

Nice result
on the Kingston case, John.

Thank you, Willy, my son.

DCI Shefford, I'm in charge.

Sergeant Otley here?
Yeah, guv'nor, he's upstairs.

WOMAN: I wish to God
I'd never come back.

Are you the owner of the lease?
I just pushed the door open.

Oh, my God,
I pushed the door open...

You all right, guv?
I'm gonna check downstairs.

Good boy, Frank.
I just couldn't look at her again.

Have you had a cup of tea?
Shefford. Who found her?

She's a hell of a mess.

Look, I tried to contact you. Here.

Look, I told you, I was down at the
club having a few... What's that?

I just pushed the door!

BUSY CHATTER

Thanks, Bill. Right.
Let's get to work. Change in here.

No blood on the floor,
so she probably wasn't killed here.

I'm going to take her temperature.

Obvious head injuries. Possibly
penetrated through clothing...

Room's damn cold.

About five degrees now,
say two to three when she was found.

A window half open, curtains
not drawn, no source of heating,

door to landing open.
A nasty breeze coming up the stairs.

FORENSIC TECHS TALK IN BACKGROUND

Deep rectal temperature
at 2.12am...

is 35.8 degrees.

Assuming it was at 37, that would
put it back to... around midnight.

OK. OK, lads. Mortuary.

John, do you want a look?

She's been dead maybe an hour.
I'd say two at the most.

Can you give us anything
on the weapon?

Let me get her to the mortuary.
I've left the rope on,

I didn't want to cut it.

Was she raped?
I don't know.

Have you got an ID on her?
Yes.

Lucky you.
Della Mornay, prostitute.

MUSIC PLAYING UPSTAIRS

Where's that sodding music
coming from?

Nobody'd seen her for weeks.

Landlady only went in
because she owed rent.

# Happy birthday to you
ALL: Happy birthday to you

# Happy birthday, dear Joshua
Happy birthday to you. #

Good lad. What else?

A train set. Yes. And?

No, son,
I can't come home right now,

but I promise you, I won't miss
your birthday party tomorrow.

Put your mother on, mate.

Look, love, I'm sorry about this.
I'll be back as soon as I can.

You've got your frocks on. Good.
Come on.

Rope's tagged on the side there.

It's nothing special as far as
I can see, but get it to Willy.

OK. She died not approximately,
exactly, twelve fifteen.

Her watch stopped.

No kidding!
Probably when the rope was tied.

She didn't put up
much of a struggle.

There's nothing
underneath her nails.

Her hands have been scrubbed, by the
look of them. This is interesting.

Nasty little nick, here,
right just above the palm.

Come on, come on.
What about a weapon?

A long, thin-bladed instrument.
Could be a sharpened screwdriver?

Clean entry wounds, in some areas up
to six inches deep. And look here.

Both arms the same,
heavy bruising to the upper part,

like she'd been put in
some kind of a clamp.

Her whole body's badly bruised.

And extensive bruising
to the vagina, want to see?

I reckon she's got semen
in virtually every orifice.

Sent swabs to the labs for testing
five hours ago.

If they're positive,

you could have the guy's blood group
by this afternoon.

Right, let's get started.

Oh, yes. This'll narrow the field.

Look what we've got here.
Rare blood group. AB secretor.

75% of 3.2%, isn't it?

Right. If we've got an AB secretor,
that's... 2.4%.

Right, let's see.

Two plus two, minus his 2%.

So we take 2% of 2.4%,
that's... 0.04%.

One person in 2,500. We're
narrowing the field even further.

Where are you going?
Computer.

We had some rare blood groups
recorded

when we were starting up
the database.

I'll have them check this one out.

Are you kidding me or what?

Right, well,
it's straight back to base.

You're never gonna believe this.
We've only got a frigging suspect.

Our man's got a rare blood group and
he's only on the bloody computer!

HE LAUGHS

Guess what, girls?
Paxman's record is set to be wiped.

Sorry, Ma'am.

What was all that about?
It's been going on for years.

Paxman, whoever he was,
has a record.

From finding the victim
to charging the suspect in 36 hours.

George Arthur Marlow, released
nine months ago from Durham.

Got an address on him, Jonesy?
Yes, Sarge. Look at this.

Excuse me, Ma'am. Arrested
and charged with attempted rape,

aggravated burglary.
He served two sentences.

Yeah, we got that evil bastard.

You got Kilburn down there,
High Grove Estate? Check it out.

Good, good, good. What's the time?
Five to eleven.

Right.
You reckon he'll be there, guv?

Yes, unless he's gone on holiday.
Excuse me.

We're gonna break Paxman's record!
Go, go, go!

ALL CHUCKLE

Right, come on, move it!

PHONE RINGS

DCI Tennison.

Er... No.

No, I'm sorry,
I'm in court all afternoon.

Try Shefford's office, extension
435. It's all right. No problem.

You wanted something done
before the court session?

Only the Xerox
is on the blink again.

No, no. What time did that call
come in, that case Shefford's on?

Only I was on standby
all last night.

I think they fished him
out of a club about two o'clock.

It was a prostitute, Mulner Road.
He's gloating.

They've got a suspect already.

If they can charge him,
it'll be drinks all round tonight.

Skipper, at the window,
we've a male, dark hair,

he's definitely inside.
There's a woman with him.

Repeat, one male, one female...

DOG BARKS

All right, Jonesy.
Open up! It's the police!

RADIO: 'They've sussed us, guv.

'She's looking down at us
in the car.'

Come on, open the bloody door.
We've got a warrant!

Come on! Police!
What do you want?

All right, love, this is a warrant.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
John Shefford

and I've got three officers with me.
Now look at my ID.

Open the door.

George Marlow?
Yes.

Caution him. Cuff him.
What's this all about? Moyra?

ALL TALK AT ONCE

What? Why?
What is this about?

You can't go in there.

You can't just walk in here and take
things. This is private property.

We've got rights.
What do you want him for?

Moyra?
Yes, I'm all right.

I'm right behind you, love.

Excuse me. Sorry.
How long is all this gonna take?

Only I've got a five o'clock
appointment this afternoon.

Look, I understand the caution.

I understand you're taking us down,
but what am I supposed to have done?

We're in room 4D.
Come on, let's get a move on.

My lads rushed over to Willy
with one of Marlow's shirts.

We've got a blood stain on the cuff.
That's the good news.

Bad news is,
it's the size of a pinprick.

If it matches our girl,
we've got the bastard.

We'll have enough to charge him.
Put it there, my son.

Right.
It's Joshua's birthday tomorrow,

we'll make it a double celebration,
right?

Come on.

His girlfriend states he was home
the time Della Mornay was murdered.

She's a tough bitch.
She won't be budged.

Plus that lawyer got her out of here
faster than a fart.

Well, I don't know
how that Paxman did it.

We're not gonna break the record
at this rate.

Oi, Sherlock, come here.
Have we found his car yet?

No, it's not on the estate,
nobody's seen it.

His girlfriend said it was there

when we were at the flat this
morning. I've got everyone I can

trying to trace it.
Good lad.

Let's have Marlow up again,
shall we? Right, guv.

Cheese and pickle, please, Jonesy.
You take them, I'll get Marlow.

Joshua, what the hell are you
doing up at this time of night?

Put your mother on.

What do you mean she's in the bath?
Get her out the bath!

What's happening?
Three times I've asked for sausage,

and got bleeding salad.

All right, George.
Tell it to me one more time.

I was driving along...

and I saw her.

But you didn't know her?
No, I've never met her.

But she gives me the come-on.
So I picked her up.

And I asked her, "How much?"

And she said it depends.

Well, you know. They like to hustle
as much out of you as they can.

Oh, yeah.

But you've been done before, George.

You don't like hassles, do you?

Now, wait a minute...
She pisses you off, right?

Della Mornay pisses you off, right?

Della Mornay?

Yeah. Della Mornay.

Hello, I'm home.

Hi. I've just taken the small lamp
from the sideboard

and put it by his bed.
He'll want it on all night.

Oh, wah, hey, watch it!
I've got chocolate gateau in here.

Fish fingers, sausages,
spaghetti hoops, potato alphabets.

He's only coming for one night!
Well, I want him to have a choice.

Anyway, the spaghetti hoops
are for me. No, use the best china.

He's six years old!

Yeah, well, I want
to make an impression, don't I?

I really appreciate this.

Yeah, well, I appreciate
how much you miss him.

Is she bringing her new husband?
She'd better not!

DOOR BELL
That's them! Quick!

Put the china...
No, all right, go to the door.

I'll be right with you in a minute.
Hi. Come in, hi.

Hello, Daddy.
Hello. How are you?

Shit!

Here's Christopher.
How is he, in good spirits?

Oh, hi.

Marianne, this is Jane Tennison.
Jane, Marianne.

Pleased to meet you.

And you must be Joe?
What's that?

Oh! That's chocolate. Mmm. Yum.

Would you like some?

Come with me to the kitchen, then.

You be a good boy and Mummy
will come and see you tomorrow.

All right? Goodbye.
Goodbye.

Right, I'll see you tomorrow, then.
Yes, yes.

Thank...
Jane.

Jane, yes.
Yes, well, have a nice evening.

Look, as I'm now more settled, um,

I'd like to have Joey
more regularly.

Yes, well, we'll see
how it works out.

I'm pregnant.

What would you like to drink?
Er, water, please.

Congratulations.
Right.

I'll see you tomorrow,
about ten, then.

Yeah.

She's not what I expected.

I don't know, I suppose
I thought she'd be in uniform.

Don't get that chocolate
all over your face like I did!

See you.
Yeah.

I should've worn a flat hat for her.

Well, she wasn't
what I expected either.

She's very beautiful.
Very groomed.

Oh, look, I'm sorry.
I suppose I blew it.

No. No, how could you?

You're beautiful, talented
and... covered in chocolate.

SHE LAUGHS

Oh, more, more, more. Look at you,
you're covered in chocolate, too!

Forensics are still having a problem
putting our man in that bedsit.

But I say we go for him.
We've got enough to charge him.

If we push Willy for that blood
sample and he comes up with it

this afternoon, boom-boom.
I got Joshua a train set.

Is that what he wanted?
I hope so cos that's what I got him.

Why didn't you tell me?

Look, guv,
Marlow admits he knew the victim.

When do you think Felix
will have the PM results?

They'll be through this morning,
plus we've got a blood sample

from Marlow's shirt,
with forensic, right?

No witness.
I know I've got no witness,

but I've got enough to charge him.

John, you've got no witness
seeing Marlow enter the bedsit.

So what?

Oh, shit!
Are you all right?

Shit! Agh! I've got cramp.

John?
HE GROANS

Get an ambulance. Get an ambulance!

John?

This is DCS Kernan. Get an ambulance
to the station immediately.

It's urgent. And also
get Alan Smith up to my office.

Please, John!

You steal 500,000 from
old age pensioners, what do you get?

Six months!
Is he going to be all right?

Christ.

The sooner we get him to hospital,
the better.

Jesus Christ!

I can't believe it. He was laughing
and joking when he came in.

Said to be in the pub tonight.

OFFICE HUBBUB

He didn't make it.
He was dead on arrival.

Christ!
It's his son's birthday party.

PHONE RINGS

Got a description of anything?
A person?

I don't believe it.

Incident room.
Yes, I'm still here.

Yes, all right, all right, hang on.
Calm down.

Well, I mean, I told you,
that's all I can do.

Can you give us a description?
Yeah, about what time was it?

All right, then. Right. Yeah...

Come in.

Hello, Jane.

This may not be the right time, Sir,
but under the circumstances,

I'm not quite sure
when would be the right time.

I'm offering to take over
the murder investigation.

I don't have to tell you
that I am qualified

to handle this investigation,
and that I have been waiting for...

SHE SIGHS

Well, I don't have to tell you
how long. 18 months.

And in that time, I've had to handle
more paperwork than I did at Reading

for my whole five years
dealing with sex cases.

I know DCI Shefford was at a crucial
stage of the investigation...

Inspector, I have to see his wife
this afternoon.

Don't expect me
to make any decisions now.

This is not the right time.

Well, when is the right time?

Look, I'm the only officer of my
rank who is continually overstepped,

sidestepped, whatever.
Just give me the chance to prove...

You don't have to
prove yourself to me.

Let me think about it.

Well, that's not enough, Michael.

I'm getting sick to death of this
so-called Metropolitan Police survey

being thrown at me. So, all right,
apparently 90% of the time,

the general public
would prefer a male officer.

But until one of us gets a chance
to prove that that survey

is a biased, outdated load of old
bullshit... A close friend,

a man who I respected highly,
died right there.

And now, Inspector, is not the time

to thrust your women's rights
down my throat!

I'll get back to you.

Thank you, Sir.

Get me the rota on all the DCIs
on our AMIT list.

Also call DCI Kinlock at Notting
Hill. See who he's got available.

Evening, guv.
Andy.

Hello, Jill.

Hello. The commander's
expecting you.

You know how the men feel about
having a woman head a murder squad.

It's a question of
opening the floodgates.

Give her this case,
she'll expect more.

There's a few of her rank coming up.

I just don't think I want to take
the responsibility.

Once she's in,
it'll be tough getting her off.

Then the media might get hold of it.
Yeah.

I've just had a word with
her old chief on the Flying Squad.

She took a lot of punishment.
He reckons she deserves a break.

A female murder squad officer.

Are you prepared to take the risk?

Oh, I see.
The ball's in my court, is it?

Flying Squad reckons she's got 'em.

What?
Balls.

I hope we get Kelvin.
He's an OK bloke.

Haskons was with him at Reading.

He's a teetotal, isn't he?

What about that red-haired DCI?

You know. He was on the Shepherd's
Bush shooting. What was his name?

Hicock, yeah.
He's supposed to be a good bloke,

used to be a friend
of John's apparently.

After John, it's gonna be hard
for any bastard to take over.

Not that we need anyone.
John was about to charge Marlow.

Bill, get the lads down
to the Incident Room, can you?

Yeah!

QUIETLY: Yes!

This case is being taken over
by DCI Tennison,

and formal charges will be assessed
and determined by her.

HUBBUB
I want you all to give her

every assistance in familiarising
herself with the case.

I think, Sir, me and the lads feel
that an outsider, another officer,

coming in at this stage
is not necessary.

You can say that again.

If they're gonna have someone,
how about the bloke from Reading?

It's not a question
of Tennison taking over,

but of bringing a case to court,
the sooner, the better.

We don't need her.
Shut it, all of you!

Now, I know how you must all feel.

But... give her the best you've got.

I'll give that tart
the best I've got, all right.

KNOCK AT DOOR

These are the Della Mornay records
from Vice.

The reason, or excuse,
they've been so long coming,

Chief Shefford also requested them,

is that King's Cross Vice Squad
are changing over their system.

Their old machines aren't compatible
with the latest at Scotland Yard.

Get hold of Felix Norman. Say
I want to view the victim tonight.

So I'll need a squad car
and a driver.

And I want access to all items taken
from the victim's bedsit,

and I want to reinterview
the landlady.

And also, get the dabs guys to send
me a set of prints from the victim,

and also a set of prints from this
file, which don't seem to be there,

with any discrepancies marked.
We got a set of prints.

No, I want two sets.

One from the victim and one from
Della Mornay's original vice file.

Got that? I'll see you
in the Item Checkout Room.

Right.

One pair of stockings.
Check.

One pair of briefs.
Check.

Where are the rest
of Della's clothes?

At the other end, Ma'am.

One pair of shoes. Size... seven.
Yeah.

One pair of large men's trousers.
We haven't got them here.

Ma'am, DC Jones is waiting.
Where's Sergeant Otley?

I don't know. He was with the Super.
Another pair of trousers...

I want John Shefford's team,
all of them,

in the Incident Room tomorrow
morning at nine o'clock sharp.

And get those bagged up for me,
will you?

ENGINE STARTS

She had severe facial bruising,

blood around her nostrils
and matted in her hair.

Traces of semen
in her mouth and ears.

One eardrum perforated by a blow
on the side of the head, here.

What about that cut that Marlow
mentioned in his statement?

On the right wrist,
just above the palm.

Can I see that?
Mm.

Small, but quite deep. Would have
caused considerable bleeding.

Do you think she could have been
strung up, then cut down,

and her hands tied behind her back?

I'd have to do body testing.
I'm a bit pressed for time.

Excuse me, where's the toilet?
Feeling a bit queasy?

No, but I think he is.
It's out there, to the right.

Could I have a look
at her feet, please?

Her feet? Oh, certainly.
What size do you think they are?

Oh, lovely, thanks.
Listen, I won't be long.

No, no, take as long as you need.

Oh, did you hear about that job,
that contract?

Tomorrow, I hope.

Listen, er, with Marianne
being pregnant...

You know, I worked her out.

I reckon it's because she's pregnant

that she's letting Joe stay
all of a sudden.

And, yes, of course, he can.

He can come as long as he likes,
whenever. See? Sherlock Holmes.

Good morning.
Like everyone else in this room,

I am saddened and deeply shocked
by this tragedy.

John Shefford was a well-liked
and highly-respected officer.

And I'm not attempting to step
into his shoes. No-one could.

But as the first available DCI,
I am taking over this investigation.

All I ask of you is your
undivided loyalty and attention.

Does anyone have anything to say?
I do.

I know you asked
for this case specifically...

You don't like it,
put in for a transfer.

And it will be dealt with
via the normal channels.

She thinks she's tasty, don't she?

Anyone else?

Right.

On the right is Della Mornay,
on the left is the murder victim.

These are the prints
taken from the corpse

and these are the prints
from Vice records of Della Mornay.

As you can see, we have
wrongly identified the victim,

which makes the statement
made by our suspect, George Marlow,

a statement in which he names Della
Mornay as the girl he picked up,

incorrect.

If that statement was to be used
in a court of law,

George Marlow would be released.

So, how did he come by that name?

The main interrogation officer...
I know who it was. And what is this?

Are you after destroying John's
reputation before he's in his grave?

John Shefford
was the main interrogation officer,

and, yes,
he did misidentify the victim.

But the landlady
also misidentified the victim.

Now, I don't want to waste
any more time.

I want that landlady re-interviewed
and all the tenants.

We have to find Della Mornay
and get an ID on that body.

I want the labels on the clothes
checked out.

Because they are expensive,
boutique-type clothes,

not the line of garment
worn by Della Mornay.

And also the shoes.
Her shoes are a size five.

Well, our victim
is a size six-and-a-half.

I want all Della's associates,
the vice girls,

brought in and re-interviewed
and recorded, please.

We must find out where Della Mornay
was last seen and where she is now.

So we have to move like hell.

Either we go before the magistrate
and ask for the three-day laydown,

right now, we'd never even smell it,

or George Marlow
is gonna be released.

Top priority is his car,
the brown Rover.

Has anyone got anything on that?

No...
No? Well, step up on that, then.

OK, that's it.

MUTTERING
Thank you.

PA: 'Will Sergeant Wyle please
report to the Incident Room.

'Sergeant Wyle to the Incident Room,
please.'

That tart's gunning for John.
Well, let her try it.

If she badmouths him,

I'll make sure her knickers get
screwed off her skinny dyke arse.

You don't think she is one, do you?
What bloke would fancy that?

PHONE RINGS

"Found Marlow's car? No?
Then step on it."

Slit-arse tart.
Otley, Incident Room. No, she's not.

Got a minute, Ma'am?

The labs came through.

That spot of blood on his shirt,
it's the victim's.

Good.
I thought you'd want to know.

Now, can they place him
in that bedsit?

Nothing else came through.

SHE SIGHS

No, that's not enough.

How much more does she need to know,
for Christ's sake?

He told me, he said it was a tart
by the name of Della Mornay.

Who exactly told you
the girl's name?

Inspector Shefford.

He's dead, isn't he?

I'm sorry. He was a nice bloke.

Go on, George, how did you meet her?

Well, I swear she was giving me
the come-on.

I watched her, she was bobbing down,
peering into a few cars up ahead.

So I stopped.

I asked...
I asked her how much, and she...

Do you want me to tell you
exactly what she said?

Yes.

She said that for a blow job...
CLEARS THROAT

She said that masturbation
would cost £15,

but that full sex would be more. 25.

Look, whatever I say
doesn't make me look good.

I don't even know
why I wanted to do it...

George.
George, just tell me what happened.

I know, but I must have been crazy,

especially after what happened
up north. But I paid for that.

I was drunk, and I swear,
I swear to you...

I'm not here to question you
about any other incident.

I know, I know,
it's just that everything I say

makes me look as if I hurt that girl
and I didn't, I didn't.

Moyra, my wife.

What this'll do to her,
I don't know.

So, you picked her up.

So what happened then?

Well, she gets into the car
and we drive along under the bridge.

Into a big area of wasteland.

She climbs from the front seat
into the back seat, and we...

..we-we...

we do the business.

Then she climbs from the back seat
into the front again and she...

she catches her hand.

Er... You...

You did say she cut her hand.
Yeah. Cut, cut.

Which hand was that?

Er... Just...
Well, it was her right hand.

Yeah, it was her right hand because
the radio's between the seats

and it's got a sharp edge.

You can take the radio out.
It's portable.

Round where I live, a lot of radios
get nicked out of cars.

Have you found the car yet?

Yeah. So, she... she cut her hand.

It was just a nick,
but it was bleeding.

So I wrapped it
with my handkerchief.

It's got my initial on it. "G."

Er...

Then what happened?
I gave her the money.

I'd just been to one of those cash
machine. You can check that out.

I asked her
where she wanted to be dropped off.

She said the tube station.

The last I saw of her, she was
picking up another punter. It was...

It was a red car. Er...

Could've been a Scirocco,
I'm not sure.

I didn't kill her.

I'll take any test you like.
I didn't do it.

WHISPERING: He wants you upstairs
in the Incident Room.

Five minutes.

I went home.
Got there about half past ten...

maybe quarter to eleven,
maybe a bit later.

So, had you picked her up before?

No, I told you.
I'd never seen her before.

OFFICE CHATTER

Where is that bloody woman?

She's downstairs
in the cells with Marlow.

We've got girls coming in from all
over town. That'll keep her busy.

Is there anything on Marlow's car?
Not yet. Oh, and there's...

a roomful of girls waiting for you.
What?

Known associates of Della Mornay.
You asked for them

to be brought in.
They're coming in by the cartload.

I presumed you'd want to
interview them personally, Ma'am.

There was 17 at the last count.

Well, I don't have the time
right now, so why don't you

take a statement from each of them
and put them on my desk?

Are these the missing girls?
Yeah.

It's got "Missing Persons Report"
on the top, hasn't it?

Cut it out, Sergeant.

One in Surrey, one in
Cornwall Gardens look promising.

OK. You want me to deal with those?
Why not? I'll have my hands full.

I've got a roomful of slags
to interview.

Yeah, well, you should've
staggered them, shouldn't you?

Listen, can you check if there's
been a handkerchief found?

Yes, Ma'am.
Yeah?

Yeah, speaking. Only Marlow said
he wrapped the victim's hand in it.

He doesn't know what happened to it.

Yeah. OK. Could you...
Yeah, put him through.

Tony? What's this?

It's a search warrant
for Moyra Henson's flat.

She knows we've only got ten hours
before that bastard's released.

What's going on?
I don't know.

I don't know what she's up to.

Ma'am, here's the search warrant
for Moyra Henson's flat.

Good, yep. Can I call you back
later? I'm sorry, it's important.

Anything on the handkerchief?
No, Ma'am.

OK, Sergeant,
I'll be at the suspect's flat,

and then I'll do the missing girls.
Frank, you're with me.

I don't believe this. Oi!

Oi! Tell her there's a dog missing
from Battersea,

big case she might put in for!
Owner got hit by a truck!

She likes dead men's shoes.
Guv, she's not deaf.

Am I the last one to know
what's going down?

Hey, here. She just got a private
call. Grab that WPC Havers,

see who she's knocking off.

If she's spreading the dirt on
thick, we keep this to the ground.

Whatever you get on her, feed back.

I knew a bloke on the Flying Squad
with her. I'll give him a bell.

Cornwall Gardens
should keep her busy.

So will Moyra Henson.

Where's your bathroom?
This is harassment, you know.

You've already been here
two days on the trot.

What are you looking for this time?

I've got an appointment to keep,
you know.

How long are you going to be
this time?

And you can put that laundry back,
sonny,

unless you're a perverted
crotch-sniffer.

Those are my dirty knickers.
And I know how many there are.

How do you feel about your boyfriend
picking up prostitutes?

I love it. Gives me a night's rest.

I understand you stood by him when
he was sent down for attempted rape.

She asked for it,
she was coming on to him

and they'd had too much to drink.
So was he drunk when he came home...

He was not drunk.
He was in here by ten thirty.

We watched television, then we went
to bed. I've said all this before!

What have they sent you for? The
female touch, is it? Soften me up?

You're pushing your luck, lady.

I'm gonna lodge a formal complaint
to whoever's in charge.

You've got no right.
I have every right, Miss Henson.

I'm now in charge
of this investigation.

This is a photograph of the girl
that George has admitted

to picking up, admitted
having sex with in his car.

Would you take a look, please?

What am I supposed to do,
fall apart?

It's not here.
I feel sorry for that girl,

but all George is guilty of is
having sex with her. You know, sex?

Now, why don't you just finish
what you've got to do and get out?

So what do you think?
About what, Sir?

My voice suddenly got lower, has it?
Maybe my knickers are too tight?

Listen, I like to be called guv'nor
or the boss, I don't like Ma'am.

I'm not the bloody Queen.
So take your pick.

Yes, Ma'am.
SHE SIGHS

Let's go and check on
those missing girls.

Anything you say,
but it's well after two.

What's that supposed to mean?
You want lunch?

No, I'm just counting the hours
to George Marlow's release.

Thanks. I said I wanted brown.

SIGHS

Anything come in for me?
No.

How did the interview go?

Edie Williams is a 35-year-old
with a history of mental disorder

and a passion for watching trains
at Euston station.

Either Sergeant Otley
needs his frigging head seen to,

or he's sending me
on a wild-goose chase round London.

She didn't even fit the description.
The next one better be legit.

So, what have we got? Karen Howard,
reported missing from Kensington.

What the hell are we doing
out here in Surrey?

Oh, I see. It's her parents' place.

That bastard Otley!

It's another waste of time,
I know it.

Yes, can I help you?
Good afternoon.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Tennison,

and this is
Detective Inspector Burkin.

Can we speak with Major Howard,
please?

Um, come this way.
Thank you.

I'll tell Major Howard you're here.
Thank you.

We've found her.

Yeah, that's her.

We're ready for you now.

Is this your daughter Karen?

Yes. She's my daughter.

Thank you, sir.

Do you take sugar, sir?
No, no. No, I don't.

I should call my wife.

Yes, we'll arrange for a car to
take you home as soon as possible.

Inspector...

What happened?

Sir, wouldn't you prefer
to be at home with your wife?

We can question you another time.

Question me?

I want to know who's in charge here.

I want to know exactly
what is happening.

Who is in charge
of this investigation?

My daughter...
I am, sir.

I'm in charge
of the murder investigation.

What? I want... I have a right.

I have every right
to meet whoever it is.

I am a personal friend
of Chief Constable Andrew Gurnham.

I want to see him,
and I want to see him now.

Deputy Chief Gurnham
is with another department, sir,

he's with
the Ministry of Defence police.

However, if you prefer,
I can arrange for an appointment.

You won't arrange any bloody
appointment. I want him here NOW.

Understand? I don't want a woman.
Now, will you call him?

As I said, sir, I can arrange...
Just get out and leave him alone.

Jesus Christ, let the man cry.
He's heartbroken.

Look, I'm sorry I had a go in there,

but I could see
the old boy was upset.

And, er... Well, I'm sorry.
That's all right. No problem.

Anyway, I think
he's ready to go home now.

Sergeant Otley needs you over at HQ.
When did that call come in?

It came in when you was over
at Cornwall Gardens.

I see.

Karen's boyfriend's
been brought in for questioning.

In future, I want all information
to be passed to me, directly,

no matter what the circumstances.

Now, is there anything else?
No.

Sergeant Otley's stirring it up,
is he?

Next thing I know, he'll be
asking for a vote of no confidence.

Oh, I see.

Well, I'd better get on over there.

You stay here and deal with
the Major. And thank you, Burkin.

Sheila, concentrate. Did you ever
see any of these men pick up Della?

No.
Can I have the photos?

I've only just got 'em.
Can you just wait?

When did you last see Della Mornay?
Before Christmas.

Before Christmas right.
How long before?

I don't know.

I've interviewed six of them.
None of them have seen her.

This girl says she's got a cold and
wants to go home. Can I clear her?

No, you can't.
I've been here four hours already!

Just be quiet, will you?
We'll let you go when we're ready.

HUBBUB

Which one of you is Mavis Fellow?
I am.

Sit down here.
Now, you said in your statement

you said you last saw Della Mornay
two months ago.

The situation's out of control.
Look for yourself.

None of these girls have seen
Della Mornay for weeks.

No positive ID on the victim,
as far as I've been told.

Ma'am's been down the morgue.
I've got the entire team down here,

wasting time.

We don't know if she's
gonna charge him or not, guv'nor.

It's a mess. How much more evidence
does she need?

Get these women out of the corridor.
Oi, cut that out!

Has anyone got anything
on Marlow's car yet?

Not yet, Ma'am, but we've got you
a spot on Crime Night (!)

LAUGHTER
That's a good idea.

I was joking.
Yeah, I'm not.

Keep on laughing,
only time's running out.

We've got Marlow's lawyer
pacing around downstairs.

Get on to the press office.

Did you get anything
at Marlow's flat, Ma'am?

Just a lot of flak
from his girlfriend.

Where the hell is Sergeant Otley?

Oh, yeah. Records sent this.
It's about Moyra Henson.

She was picked up for soliciting
15 years ago.

I don't know if that's any use.

She's been on the dole
for four years.

Could be interesting.
We've got 24 toms' statements,

and there's more waiting downstairs.
What do you want to do?

Er...
Super's with Marlow's lawyer.

Are you gonna charge him?
Running out of time, Ma'am.

Yes. I am aware of that, Sergeant.
Right, I'll deal with the girls.

Just wait till I'm through.
Until you're through. Yes, Ma'am.

Tony, you got a list of the girls'
names? I'm gonna need a female PC.

Oh, and formal identification
of the victim is on my desk.

Her name is...
Karen Howard. We know.

I've got her boyfriend
and flatmates waiting upstairs.

Extension 242, please.
Press Office.

Right. Well, I'll, um...

I'll interview
the boyfriend first, then.

She's gone off you, lovey.

This time tomorrow,
Hicock's in, she's out. Money on it.

The guv'nor would have had him
charged and banged up by now.

That bitch is scared stiff,
that's our problem.

Is that the Press Office?
It's the main Incident Room. Burkin.

I want to fix a Crime Night
for the Howard case. Tennison.

'Now, the reason you said
you'd not seen Karen for a while

'was because you'd had a row.'

Is that right?

We agreed
not to see each other so much.

God, I can't believe she's dead.
I can't believe it.

She was murdered, Michael. She was
found in a prostitute's bedsitter.

I want you to look at this
photograph and tell me...

have you ever seen Karen with this
man? Have you ever seen this man?

Look at the photograph, Michael.

No, I've never seen him.

Did Karen take drugs?

No. She didn't even drink.

You had a full relationship
with her?

Sex, Michael.
Did you have sex together?

Yes, of course.

So, when you said
that she wanted to cool it,

did that mean
that she had other boyfriends?

No.
So she didn't sleep around?

Michael, I know this is
hard for you. It's hard for us.

But we have to find out
why she was in that bedsitter,

how she got into
a prostitute's bedsit.

Now, look at me, Michael.

Look at me.

Did Karen ever pick up men,
men she didn't know?

No.

No! No!

I think you'd better take him home.
Get him a car.

I'm sorry, Michael.
What sort of person are you?

Karen was a sweet, innocent girl.

You try to make her look dirty, make
her out to be something she wasn't.

You disgust me.

Any joy with Michael?
No.

Bill Otley reckons
you've got enough to charge Marlow.

No, Sir.

OK.

She's coming now.
Is the Super with her?

They've got to charge Marlow,
haven't they?

George Marlow
is to be released tonight.

Jesus Christ!
MURMURS OF PROTEST

I'm sorry.
I know how you feel.

If you'll forgive me for saying so,
Ma'am, I don't think you do.

Nine o'clock tomorrow morning,
we'll review what went down today

and we'll discuss how we proceed.

PHONE RINGS

Otley, Incident Room. Eh?

Thank you, Arnold.

I think we've heard the last of it,
George. Let's hope.

George Marlow?

Just hang on a sec, will you?

Thank you. I knew you'd get me off.

CAR HORN

We've got to get over
to Sunningdale Golf Club.

We've got another one. Hands tied
behind her back, slashed to pieces.

I've worked with Sergeant Eastel
before.

He knew about our case,
so he gave me a tip-off.

Man over there with the retriever
found her, or his dog did.

Oh, shit!

RADIO CHATTER

Detective Sergeant Eastel,
DCI Tennison.

Has the pathologist got here yet?
On his way.

Anyone any idea how long
she's been here?

Well, judging by the decomposition
and the stench, a month at least.

I'd like to have a look, please.

Are you sure?
It's not a pretty sight.

I want to see her face.

OFF-SCREEN: Does anyone know if
the clubhouse has been opened yet?

That's Della Mornay.
Are you sure it's your girl?

Yeah. Any money on it
George Marlow did this as well.

Knot's the same, hands tied behind
her back. Pity you released him.

You could've had him
three more days.

I'll have him back inside and when
I do, he's gonna stay inside.

No more loopholes this time.
Off the record, Ma'am, OK?

We knew we had the right man.
We knew it.

Shit.

Pencil.

You can never find a bloody pencil.

Bugger it!

He's asleep, thank God.

What...?

Oh. Night, darling.

What's the matter?
Nothing.

I mean... I hardly ever see you,
and when I do, you're knackered.

I'm sorry.
I mean... what's the point?

Peter. I do love you.
You do?

If the phone rings, I don't exist.

I don't know.

Every time I see you,
you're buried in some files, or...

..giving someone a bollocking
on the phone.

You're right. You're right.

And I will make more time for us
soon, I promise.

And just to prove it...

Oh.

What's the matter, can't you sleep?
No.

Did you have a bad dream?

OK.

I'll tell you what we'll do.

We'll get you back into bed, I'll
get you some milk from the kitchen.

I'll read you another story,
and then you can try to go to sleep,

OK? OK? Come on.
SHE SIGHS

Morning, Jonesy.
Morning, Ma'am.

Hop in. I'm going to the morgue.

I got here early for breakfast.

I've got the Reading
postmortem here,

dead approximately
six or seven weeks.

Due to being out in the open air,
or partly,

the body is badly decomposed.
Off the record, Felix?

And I know, till you've had time...
It's a different weapon,

but a narrow, thin type of blade.
She's been badly beaten

and her body is probably too
decomposed to get semen samples.

But if you're trying to
get me to say I think the same man

killed both victims, off the record,

well, off the record,
and don't quote me, I'd say yes.

Because she's got identical marks
on the top of both arms.

Now, can I get on with
the postmortem?

FN1, plucked head hair.
FN2, plucked pubic hair.

FN3, false nail, left hand.
FN4... Sorry.

Silly me.
FN4, false nail, right hand.

FN5, swab for DNA semen analysis.

Can you sign that as well?
Perfect match, you have a look.

Fancy a cup of coffee?
Canteen's closed.

Single here, and another double...

PHONE RINGS

Joyce! Joyce, you're wanted
in the main lab.

Which one of you bastards
put this bloody shoe in my fridge?

So, Della was naked,
hands tied behind her back,

been dead six to seven weeks.

You'll get photos
as soon as possible.

The rope tying her hands was not the
same as that used to tie Karen's,

but the knot is.

Talk to me about it... DC Oakhill.

Right. 43 Telegraph Hill.

So, Frank, what have you got?

Er... Marlow visited his employers
two, three times.

Chester Paints.
Then the supermarket, the cinema.

Hires a lot of videos.

So was Marlow in London
six to seven weeks ago?

Philip,
aren't you onto his employers?

Yes, he was.
He didn't leave London...

Good. OK. We've got Marlow in London
for both Karen and Della's murders.

Now, have we got anything
on Marlow's car?

No. Of course not.
So, what about his neighbours?

My lads have interviewed
the neighbours

above, below and both sides.
He's a well-liked bloke.

Uses his local pub regularly.
Again, everybody seems to like him.

OK, so interview the householders,

properties bordering on
the golf course.

She wasn't killed
where her body was dumped,

she was brought there, so someone
might have seen something.

Also, we've no weapon
for either victim,

so keep up the search on that.
Now, that's a thin weapon,

it's about eighth of an inch wide,
about seven inches long.

Remember me, Haskons?
Where's my fags?

Did you nick my Bensons again?

Karen's family have asked
for the body to be released.

Did you arrange it when you were
at the morgue this morning?

Oh - no, damn, I forgot.
But I'll get on to it.

Go, go, go.

Right, I want you both
to take Sutherland Avenue.

What about the press releases?

Did you hold off any mention
of the weals to the upper arms?

We kept it to the minimum

until we've got something
concrete to give them.

Your decision to release Marlow
could backfire.

Oh, come on, Sir,
you backed me up on that.

Have you had a change of mind?

Do you want to give us a minute?

No, I'd like him to stay,
please, Sir.

The consensus seems to be this case
is too heavy for you to handle.

That's a load of bullshit.
Let me finish.

Excuse me, Sir. How well did
John Shefford know Della Mornay?

He knew her. No-one ever
denied that. She was an informer.

So you agree he knew her well?
What's this got to do with anything?

Sir, when I took over this case,

I requested Della Mornay's file
from Vice.

I was told the delay in sending it
was due to the computer changeover,

leading me to believe John Shefford
had not had access to it either.

But I was mistaken.

He did have it.

But nothing in it
was recorded in the case file.

It's a bloody waste of time, innit?
Is it?

Della Mornay was a police informer.
Not mentioned in the case file.

John Shefford
was her arresting officer

when he was attached to Vice.
Not recorded in the case file.

I don't know about that.

But I do know you've got
a personal grudge against a man

that was admired...

He was so bloody eager to make an
arrest, desperate, judging by this,

chasing some stupid in-house record!

Is this about Paxman's record?
It was a joke. There was no record.

It's John's.
He liked to gee up the lads.

I don't know where
she's coming from. It was a joke.

Sergeant, what I would like to know
is if you knew Della,

if John Shefford knew Della well,
why was the body wrongly identified?

They bloody look alike.
Her face was beaten to a pulp.

Now, why don't you leave it alone?
The man is dead!

So, explain this, Sergeant.

I found this in your desk, along
with the original file from Vice.

What the hell is going on?

That's Della Mornay's
personal diary.

Not tagged, not listed.

Pages torn out,
pages obviously missing.

You wouldn't happen to know
what was on those pages, would you?

Yeah, I can explain that.
I gave it to John, and I presume...

I found it in his desk
when I was clearing it out.

John must've torn the pages out.

Jesus Christ.

You know what this means?

You are accusing an officer
of doctoring evidence.

Yes, I do know what it means, Sir.

And I assure you, if I discover
any further irregularities...

Any so-called irregularities,
Inspector, you bring straight to me!

I will decide
if I will take this matter further.

I'll let you know
what I'm going to do.

Until I have verification that both
women were murdered by the same man,

I'd like to keep the discovery
of Mornay's body under wraps.

Marlow still your main suspect?

Yes, and I'd like
to keep him under pressure,

round-the-clock surveillance.

I know it's costly,
but if he's killed twice...

And I'd like to handle
the press releases from now on.

Check with you first, of course.

You bloody idiot.

She's wiping the floor
with the lot of you.

You were lucky this time.

She let you off. Not me.

Have you got those pages, Bill?
Yeah.

It was just the days
John went to see her,

nothing to do with the case.

He was fond of her.

He was very fond of her.

Just tailing our man returning
from the factory.

Spent about an hour there.

Should be entering the flat
any moment now. Over.

OK, we have him.

Dropped his newspaper.
Most action we've seen all day.

OK, he's getting his keys out now.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, he can't get in.
Moyra!

Moyra, can you let me in?

Old woman next door
poking her nose in.

Moyra Henson at the door now.
This is it.

Watch her have a go
at the nosy old cow next door.

He's been out, now he's back,
all right? Nosy old bitch!

I've got a feeling she's spotted us.

'She's just shown us her tits.'

THEY CHUCKLE

I don't suppose you got a shot
of them, did you, you dozy bugger?

The cops have been in again.

This time,
they took the rest of your shoes.

I said they'd better bring them back

otherwise you'll be selling paint
in your stocking feet.

No, I won't.

I gave my notice in
before they could give it to me.

Bastards!

You'd think we were spies,
the way they're carrying on.

Oh, and put the chain on at night.
They had all our keys.

They could've made a set.
I don't trust one of them.

It's getting me down.

It's like we were prisoners.

I'm sorry.

Don't turn against me, please.
I love you, Moyra.

I walked right through
the main factory floor.

Not one of them would look at me.

Young Ron Wilkes, remember him?
Gave that lad his main contacts.

Turned his back on me.
None of them would look at me.

The law was there, asking questions.

They're everywhere.

I don't know how much more of this
I can take.

I have to take it, too, George.

And with you not earning,
what are we going to do?

I didn't do it! I didn't do it!
So help me, God, I didn't do it!

PHONE RINGS

I'll get it.
It's those kids next door.

Yes?

Oh. Hello, Doris.

Hang on. It's your mum.
It's a payphone.

Come on, love,
you've got to talk to her.

Hello, Mum.

Yeah, I'm fine.

How's your hip?

You are?

She says she's walking
with one stick now.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Yeah, they're talking to
everyone that knows me.

HE CHUCKLES
Thanks, Mum.

I wish the cops felt the same way.

Well, you know what they're like.

I will.

Yeah, everything's fine at work.

I will. God bless.

You know I do.

Doesn't anybody give any messages
in your place? I booked a court.

I thought you wanted a game.

Oh. I'm sorry. I forgot.
It's been a tough day.

Oh, it's OK. Marianne phoned.

She wanted to know if we could have
Joey for half-term.

Yes, of course we can.
What's for dinner? I'm starving.

Chicken Kiev.

I left a message on your bleeper
for you to phone me.

Um, listen, Thursday,
Dad's birthday.

Mum's having a get-together.
Can you come?

Yeah, that's fine.
So what night can I invite

Tom, Joyce and that guy King
and his wife over?

King? Who's King?
I told you. Frank King.

He's basically a property developer.
He's loaded, so Tom introduced us.

He's looking for
a small building company

to set up some sort of partnership.
That's interesting.

I mean, he could be
really important to me.

So I think we should get him over,
give him the works.

Champagne, candles...
PHONE RINGS

You could do your avocado thing.
Yeah, fine. No problem. Tuesday.

Hello.

Jeff, did you swing it?
That's great!

Don't they ever give you a break?
God, they move fast.

Now... Yeah, but can they do
a reconstruction?

Good. OK. I'll send the information
over as soon as possible,

tonight if they need it. Yeah.

Yeah, that's really good news.
Thanks. Thanks a lot, Jeff. Bye.

Have we got any red wine?

Guess what?
I'm gonna be on television.

Opportunity Knocks?
No! Crime Night.

I'm going to be the first female
DCI on Crime Night.

Oh, bugger!

It's Dad's birthday that night.

Can't they change the night?
Course not. It's live television.

I meant
your father's birthday party.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Commander. Thank you for coming.

You're most welcome to join us
back at the house.

Thank you, Sir.

I've got to get back.

Give it 15 minutes
and then get back to the station.

All right. See you later.
Good luck with the boxing.

Good luck on the box.

Gentlemen,
may I have your attention, please?

Make your way to your tables.
Dinner is served!

Felix, what are you having?

I've got one!
I'll see you at the table.

Right! Two large G&Ts...
large Scotch, orange juice.

Nothing for you
till after the fight.

Don't worry, Lambton's a pushover.
Come on, get your skates on, love.

What are you talking about?
I'm just saying use your loaf.

I'm going to get in there...

Gentlemen, I'm afraid the bar's
closing now. Dinner is served.

I'll be over later. Gonna watch
that cow on Crime Night.

Tenner on it she makes a cock-up.
Hello, guv.

Frank, best of luck.
Right, table six. Table six!

Where's the corkscrew, Mum?
It's over there, dear.

Did you set the video?
Yes.

Peter, will you check?

Yes, it's on the wrong channel,
Mr Tennison.

It's on ITV, this is BBC.

Tony? Come on. It's started. Neil!

Could you switch the light off, Mum?
It's shining on the screen.

TV: 'Tell us, more importantly,

'what can we do to assist
in the investigation

'into the murder of Karen Howard,
who we can see on our screens now?'

'Karen Howard's body was discovered
in a bedsitter on January 15th.'

'Now, we know where Karen was

'up until six forty-five
on the evening of January 14th,

'but we've yet to discover
her whereab...'

What did you do that for?

I don't know
what you want to watch it for.

Because there's somebody out there
can prove I'm innocent, that's why!

My God.

You don't believe me either, do you?

Do you? You think I killed her.
That's not true.

Well, then for Christ's sake,
watch it!

They've got a phone-in!

What if someone phones in and
they saw the guy who picked her up?

The same guy I saw?

What did you have to go
and pick that girl up for?

You mean why did I have sex with
her? Because she was there! Jesus!

Do you think I don't want
to turn the clock back?

Do you think I don't wish
that I'd never laid eyes on her?

Are you telling me
that if I was to say to you

there'd never be another woman
in my life, that you'd believe it?

I love you. I don't cheat on you.

I'm not like some guys,
screwing their friends' wives.

What friends?
We don't have any left.

Look, somebody else killed her,
Moyra, not me!

All I'm praying
is that they find who did it,

and then they'll leave us alone.

TV: 'The bedsit
was in the Holborn area,

'we can see on the screen
at the moment the street the house

'where she was discovered.

'Could someone have taken Karen
to this place by force?'

'That is a possibility, but
at this stage in the investigation,

'we can't say for sure.'

'The 14th of January,
to help you recall that night,

'the newspapers carried
the story of Tandy,

'a fox terrier who'd been trapped in
a manhole for more than three days.

'Now, most of the newspapers carried

'a leading story and photograph
of the recovery of Tandy.

'The film you're about to see
shows a reconstruction

'of Karen's last known movements
after she left this building,

'MacDonald's Advertising,

'and said goodbye to an executive
she'd been to see.

'It was six thirty.

'Wearing clothes like these
and carrying her portfolio,

'she walked towards her blue Mini,
which she'd left parked

'in a side street under the Westway,
beyond these bottle banks.

'Karen was 24, 5'8", with long,
blonde hair and blue eyes.'

She looks like Karen.
Not as pretty, though.

'When she tried to start it,
the battery was flat.

'This witness said he saw Karen
lock her car,

'leaving her portfolio behind.

'He cannot recall
if she had a handbag.

'But no handbag has been found,
nor has her jacket.'

Will Jane be on again, Daddy?
Listen to the programme.

I think she might come on after the
film, she'll be interviewed again.

No, I think that's it.

They now ask for witnesses
to call in, then it stops.

Would you all shut up?

'The witness who saw Karen try to
make a call here also directed her

'towards a phonebooth
further along Ladbroke Grove.'

A pretty girl, wasn't she?

That's not the real girl.
That's someone dressed up as her.

They couldn't have the real girl,
woman, because she's dead.

'When Karen reached it,
she discovered it was a cardphone.

'Perhaps she didn't have a card.
She certainly never made the call.

'What happened next?

'The time is now approximately
6.45pm.

'Did you go into this pub
that night?

'Did you see Karen Howard
by this phone box,

'on the corner of Lancaster Road?'

And the wolves howled.
HOWLING

And the dogs barked.
BARKING

And the door of the cottage
slowly creaked open.

IMITATES CREAKING DOOR

And the old lady gestured pitifully
to her granddaughter to come nearer.

"Come closer, my little one.
What a big girl you've grown into.

"Take off your red cape.
Oh! Oh, what big boobs!

"Take off your wet dress,
come and warm yourself by my fire."

And very slowly,
little Red Riding Hood...

So, listen, I want the keys.

Yeah, well,
I'll give you them after.

Well, don't forget.
I won't!

Jonesy. Jonesy? Oi, where's Otley?

He's watching Ma'am on TV
in the bar.

Get him in here, look,
our man's on first.

RAUCOUS CHEERING

The old lady threw off
the bedclothes,

and Red Riding Hood saw
what a long...

ALL: Toot te toot!

And Red Riding Hood said,
"Oh, Superintendent Kernan!

"It was Sergeant Otley last year
and all he did was caution me!"

Thank you very much indeed,
gentlemen. Thank you.

In the blue corner,
Detective Sergeant Larry...

Come on, Sarge.
Burkin's in the ring.

Somebody will have videoed this.
Come on.

She thinks she's
Esther bloody Rantzen.

'Yes, it was
a particularly brutal murder.

'We need witnesses to come forward.'

And now, gentlemen, you'll have seen
the blue buckets

being passed around the table.
No, not for that reason, sir.

You use the one outside.

Now, those blue buckets, I expect
to see them filled to capacity.

Because you know this benefit is for
DCI John Shefford and his family.

So for Heaven's sake, fill
the buckets. We want your money.

Come on, Sarge.

How did she swing that one,
the bitch?

'In a place that she'd never
been to before...'

Sorry, guv.
Where's Otley?

He's in the bar,
watching Ma'am on TV.

Come on, Frankie!

'We've not found any trace
of Karen Howard's handbag.

'Also, we wish to trace a car which
was seen in the area that night,

'but has since disappeared.

'Shown on the screen now
is the type and colour of the car.

'It's a brown Rover
P6 3.5-litre automatic.'

Did she get permission to give
Marlow's registration number?

Listen to her.
Who the hell does she think she is?

Did anyone get Marlow's permission?

'Did you see Karen that night?
Have you seen the missing car?

'It could be a vital link
in the killing.

'Remember your calls will be treated
with confidentiality.

'But if you did see Karen...'

Your lad's in the ring for Shefford.

Turn that bloody programme off!

Turn it off!

'If you have any information
that can give us...'

How did she get on, guv?
I reckon she cooked her goose!

No, really?
Really.

How did she get on?
Oh...

Oi, I'll take those.
Seconds away, round three.

BELL RINGS,
CHEERING

BOTH GRUNTING

CHEERING

Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!

CHEERING

# Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you

# Happy birthday, dear Dad
Happy birthday to you. #

I made it! I made it!

How was I? Was I OK?
It was very good, love.

Oh, you were lovely, darling.

Are you going to have something
to eat? Give my daughter a glass.

It was really good.
Hi, Tony.

The kids in bed and asleep,
are they?

They're fine.
Well, cheers, anyway.

It's all right, officer,
I'm not driving tonight.

Did you see it?
Yeah, yeah.

Did I look like
I had too much make-up on?

I told them not to put so much on.
My hands were shaking.

I was so nervous.
Darling, it didn't show.

I didn't expect you home so soon.

I thought you might
have to do the phone-in.

I got the lads to deal with that.
Is this the tape?

I'll roll it on.

Since I've had this baby,

you're gonna do all the driving
from then on.

Mum, who set this tape up?
Well, don't look at me, dear.

Dad. You've recorded
the bloody ice skating! Shit.

It's all right.
I've recorded it at home.

I wanted to watch it,
for Christ's sake!

SHE SIGHS,
BLEEPING

Where's my bleeper? Oh, bleeper.
Where's my bleeper?

PETER: Jane, just calm down. It's...
I've got to make a phone call.

Maybe you should
blow out the candles.

Maureen?

Yeah, I'm listening.

BLOWS RASPBERRY

I've got one here for Karen Howard.
Sounds like a goodie.

She's on line four.
Can someone take it?

Over here, Sandra.
Mark.

Hello?
MANY VOICES SPEAK AT ONCE

Hello, is that Helen Masters?
Hello, Miss Masters.

Now, you say you think you saw
Karen Howard in Ladbroke Grove?

SIREN

Helen Masters?

'We're waiting for your calls.
All the lines are open.

'The number is 071 637 4000.'

'It's up to you. Call us.
We'll see you back here at 11.45.'

You were very good.
Just a minute.

You're not gonna show it all again?
Well, it's very important.

Anything you do is important,
anything anyone else does isn't?

Is that right?

I just want to watch a bit
in the middle.

I have to be on site
at six o'clock in the morning.

What? Oh, I'm sorry, love.

I know I'm hell to live with
right now,

but, you know, I've waited
a long time for this.

This is the reconstruction.

Can I ask you something?

Do you ever get
emotionally involved?

I mean, the more you work on a case,
the more you get to know the people.

I mean, I know she's dead.

No. No, you don't get involved.

What about when you see them
in the morgue?

Do you feel anything at all?

No. But you do feel.

I mean, like the first time
I went to see her parents,

Karen's parents...

There was this photo of her
in the living room.

She must've been about 15 or 16,
smiling.

Young, fresh,
with her whole life in front of her.

Then you have to go to her mother
and her father and tell them

that that life is over.
It's finished.

Awful expression in their eyes.

And that moment I feel, like a pain.
I feel it and I hold on to it.

Because it's up to me to find
the man that destroyed that life.

I'm gonna get him. I am gonna
keep on at him till he cracks.

What if it isn't him?

What if it isn't this...?
Marlow.

George Arthur Marlow.

PHONE RINGS
Oh, shit!

Yes?

Is she legit?

OK. Oh, yes. Tonight.

Now.

Oh, Peter. I think I've got him.

A witness called in, a probation
officer. She said she saw him.

She saw the man that picked up
Karen. Her description fits Marlow.

So what now?

I'm gonna put that bastard
in a line-up.

What, now?
You bet.

I want him dragged out of bed,
I want the shit scared out of him.

Jesus Christ.

What if you're wrong?
I'm not.

And if she picks him out of the
line-up tomorrow, I've got him.

Witness says he called out
Karen's name. He knew her.

Mind your head.

I was coming from Ladbroke Grove
tube station. 14 January, 6.45pm.

I know the exact time
because I checked my watch.

I was going to meet a girl who's
at the halfway house in Hammersmith

in a cafe.
Six forty-five?

Karen, the girl who was murdered.

You see,
the TV film jogged my memory.

I'd seen her face in photographs,
in the newspapers...

but it never made
any real impression.

The girl I was meeting was blonde,

so when I saw Karen standing
at the edge of the pavement,

for a second,
I thought it was Susan. Same hair.

Sorry. How far away was Karen?

Just across the street.
There's a bank opposite that pub

and I saw this man
standing by the cash dispenser.

He had dark hair, brown jacket.
He called to Karen.

He called out? You heard him
clearly call out her name?

There was a lot of traffic, but
he definitely called out her name.

We're all set. Miss Masters,
if you would like to come with me?

Would you all please hold your
numbers in front of you? Thank you.

Um... Can you ask them
to show their left profiles, please?

Can you all turn to face your right?

Can you ask number six
to say, "Karen"?

Face front again. Number six,
step forward and clearly call out

the name Karen.

Karen.

You see, I'm not sure.

Number ten?

Number ten, step forward
and call out the name Karen.

Karen.
Louder.

Karen.

Can I take a closer look?
Sure.

Ask him to say Karen.

Karen.

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