All language subtitles for Prime Suspect 1991 S03E02 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

Saturday afternoon, this bloke's in
town doing his shopping.

Suddenly he starts screaming and
shouting.

"I am sick of people in this town
calling me a sheepshagger!"

(Men chuckle) "Listen, I deliver
milk to the local school -

nobody calls me the milk giver.

I give clothes to the jumble sale -
nobody calls me the clothes giver.

I help at the local community centre
- nobody calls me the community
worker.

I shag one sheep..."

It's brilliant, it's brilliant.
Yeah.

I've just heard - we didn't get
anything off the Smithy tapes.

This just came through. I've been
doing a bit of digging after a
tip-off.

1979 - a Mr Edward Parker was
accused of molesting a boy in his
care

when he ran a home for kids in
Manchester.

Case dismissed. Lack of evidence.
Anthony Field.

1986 - indecent assault on a minor.
Case dismissed.

Same Mr Edward Parker again,

this time running the Calloway
Centre in Cardiff, another home for
kids.

Jason Baldwin. You're saying this
Edward Parker's the same...

Could be Edward Parker-Jones.

I've got the addresses of the two
kids. I'd be up in Manchester and
back by tonight.

Manchester?
Yeah. Cross over to Cardiff.

Nice to get something on
Parker-Jones, eh?

Dig a bit of dirt.
Yeah. I'll do it, I'll go.

You? I thought you'd wanna be here.

No.

Give me a chance to talk to Dalton.

Er, Richard, can I have a word with
you?

I don't bloody believe this. I do
all the legwork and she gets a day
away.

Didn't have time this morning to do a
briefing, so let's do it now and then
crack on.

We know that Jackson would have taken
about ten minutes

from the Advice Centre to Vernon
Reynolds' flat and back.

There are two possible routes.
Richard, get a team together, blanket
the area.

Any news on Jackson?
No, we haven't found him yet.

That's brilliant. Go to his old
hunting ground, stations. That's
where you picked him up first.

We've got a good motive now for
Connie's murder and we all know that
it wasn't robbery.

(Whispers)
What are you muttering about, Bill?

I was just saying it's a pity about
the Smithy tapes.

They're useless. Connie never named
anyone, guv, apart from Jackson.

Just some clubs where he met his
clients.

Er, yeah. No addresses as yet.

But the clubs are Bowery Roof,

Lola's, Judy's, and something that
sounded like Puddles.

Poodles. It's called Poodles.

The other two are gay bars.

But the Bowery Roof is a very
exclusive place.

Lots of drag acts, transsexuals,
transvestites.

Most members are city types.
Professionals.

You're a bit well-informed. I only
just got these.

I'm a member.

(Laughter)
Are you joking, Ray?

That's not funny.
I know it isn't.

I'm gay.

(Laughter)

You took your time in telling us. I
mean, I know it's your own private
business...

I'll leave the team if that's what
you want. No, wait a minute. No. Sit
down.

Which of those clubs do you think are
most likely to be frequented by...

Judges, MPs?
..police officers?

The Bowery.

You well-known there?
No.

It's very expensive.

I've only been twice. But I do know
one thing.

Asking questions with the others in
tow - never get past the front door
and word would leak.

You'd never even get to the top
brass, let alone ask them questions.

What about access to membership
lists?

No chance.
Shit.

Most of them use false names or
coded names.

Even though what they're doing is
perfectly legal.

But if they are going with underage
kids, that ups the ante even further
on covering up.

So who they are would be really
hush-hush. I mean, they've really
got to protect themselves.

One hint of a leak and they'll close
ranks.

Unless...

We could get the lads to drag up. Go
in that way.

Nobody pays any attention to them.
Oh, yeah, right!

I'd pay to see that.

Go and get some lunch. Oh, and tell
Dalton to get his skates on, will
you?

We've got a train to catch.
Sure.

Thanks, Ray.

Only one name off the Smithy tapes.

But it's your man. It's Jackson.
I know. Lets you off the hook,
doesn't it?

Just a joke.

Look, Jack, it may not be the time to
talk about this,

but it's gotta be obvious to you that
this case, it's opening right up.

It's treading on Operation Contract's
heels.

It's my honest opinion that we should
just cut our losses

and concentrate on the murder
investigation

because I'm getting information that
goes a whole lot deeper than a
clean-up of street kids.

I think Colin Jenkins was murdered to
silence him

because he was about to name the men
involved in a paedophile ring.

And you think Parker-Jones is
involved.

Well, he's being very helpful, very
co-operative.

I don't have a shred of evidence to
link him with any paedophile ring,
but...

the Advice Centre, along with a
number of other venues...

And what about Jackson?

I think that he murdered Colin
Jenkins.

But...
But?

It's uh... It's nothing.

You'd better reel in Jackson, then.

You have a very impressive career.

Don't blow it.

Charge Jackson...

..and bury everything else.

You've not said anything, Bill. What
do you think?

What, about him? Don't worry me.

We had one at Southampton Row. He
didn't last long.

(Toilet flushes)

See you in the pub, then.
Yeah.

Is it true?
What? That I'm gay?

I just don't believe in this day and
age everybody's making such a big
deal of it.

What are you looking at me like that
for?

I just don't understand.

I thought I knew you.
You do.

Why?
Are you asking me why I'm gay?

It's the way I am. Always have been.

Queer?

Yeah.

Queer.

I'm gay. I don't apologise for it.

Look at you.

The other two will come out with
infantile, puerile cracks from now
on.

I just don't believe it.

Do you live with a bloke?
Do you?

Of course I bloody don't.
What difference does it make?

My private life is just that.

I don't poke my nose in yours. What
gives you the right to ask about
mine?

Because I work with you!

As a matter of fact...I do live with
somebody.

And I'm very happy...thank you.

Listen, I was gay before I met you.

Didn't start touching you up,

or propositioning you,

did I?

I respect you. Why don't you respect
me?

Now back off.

Manchester. There's a coincidence.
Is there?

It's just I was supposed to meet a
friend from there just now.

Give you a lift, yeah? I'm in a car.

Come on.

Hello? It's Tennison.

I'm at Euston on my way to
Manchester. Yeah, then Cardiff.

Listen, I want a car followed. A dark
blue Mercedes. Old four-door saloon.

Yeah, I'll get the number to you. The
suspect's name is James Jackson.

OK? I want him tailed but not
apprehended.

Get Otley and Hall on it.

It's Larry Hall. Put me through to
Vice.

We're outside Jackson's house now.

Kathy, anything on the house in
Langley Road yet?

Look, I will call you back as soon
as I've got anything, all right?

Right.

Shit.
What?

Billy Matthews. Madam wants him
requestioned about the Connie video.

It's all very well her saying arrest
him, but we've been doing that for
the past year.

He's only had four court appearances
already.

(Computer beeps)
(Tuts)

Charing Cross Hospital. Emergency
Ward.

Yes, got it. Edward Jones. Property
owned by an Edward Jones.

First floor - Margaret Fuller.
Second...

Basement - Abdul...unpronounceable.

God, it's flatlets. Brilliant.

Guess what?
What?

Billy Matthews discharged himself an
hour after we left him there.

Do you know where I can get my
batteries recharged?

(Low conversation)

Hello? Hello-o-o?

Hello-o-o?
Guv.

Just a minute. Hello? Can you hear
me?

Hello?

(Mutters) ..phone.

Hello? Oh, hello. Listen, you can
gain entry even on suspicion that a
minor is being held there.

Well, I'm reporting it, OK?

It isn't about the bank, is it?

Only Anthony's sure to be made
assistant manager

and I just wondered...

Sorry to keep you waiting. Only just
got in.

Is the kettle on, Ma?
Yes, yes.

When it whistles, I'll hear it, if
you want to go and listen to your
programme.

Well, I...

Sorry. I got cold feet as you were
late.

Sorry about that.

We don't need a warrant.

We've reason to believe you're
holding a minor. You were seen
leaving Euston.

Bullshit.

I know my rights, now piss off.

You've got no warrant. You're on
private property.

I have, as a citizen, a right to
defend my property. Now piss off.

Are you Mrs Margaret Fuller?
Yes.

Is this the juvenile I'm supposed to
have prisoner?

Anybody up there? This is the
police!

Leave him alone. I just wanna see
the kid's all right.

I'll break his arms.
She's up here.

Get out of here! You're dead, Vera!

And this is my er...

My dad and my little sister.

They were killed in a car crash when
I was five.

And after that, Mum had a nervous
breakdown.

That's why I was sent to the home.

Anthony, can you tell me about the
court case?

Look, I know how difficult it is.

Really?

I need to know about the man who ran
the home.

You see, it's my belief that he's
still...

At it?

Mm.

His um...

His name was Edward Parker.

My case never even got to court.

(Boy coughs)
Jesus.

I've called an ambulance. The other
kid's being taken in now.

Vera wants to go.
I'm doing a club tonight.

Can I go?

I'm doing the cabaret.

You won't get any sense out of him.
(coughs)

He'll tell you anything just to stay
here. I'm OK, I'm OK.

(Coughs)

You're not OK, Billy, love. You're
not OK at all.

(Coughs)

Can I go?

Where's that bloody ambulance?
They said there'd be a 15-minute
delay.

Don't leave me.
It's all right, Billy, lad.

He had a special nickname for me.

He said that whenever he used that
special name it was a code.

That was when he wanted me to go to
his room.

And how long did this abuse go on
for... before you told anyone?

Three years.

There was no-one to tell.

He always said that...if I told
anyone...

..I would have to eat my own faeces.

I got a letter from my mother.

She said she was much better.

So...I ran away.

I went to the police station...

and er...they called in a social
worker.

A woman.

I had to tell her. It was very
embarrassing.

How old were you then?

Eight, nearly nine.

They took my statement and then
er...

..a plain-clothes police officer
came into the room to question me.

Anthony, I really appreciate you
telling us all this.

Can you go on?

Thank you.

This um...police officer -

I never knew his name -

he er, he asked me if I...

..if I knew what happened to little
boys that tell lies.

And then I said I was not telling
lies.

And he said er...

..well, we will soon know.

And um...

..um...

..he er...he undid my pants...

and er...

And he did it to me.

He said that um...that if I told
anyone, I would go to prison.

This police officer penetrated you?

Mm.

At the police station?
Mm-hm.

Was anyone else present?

So...

I said that I was, that I had been,

telling lies.

Case dismissed.

They er...they sent me back to the
home.

I was there for another two years.

Mm.

I sincerely believe the man who
assaulted you...

I'm not interested in what you
believe.

I'm only interested in my life and
my career.

Whatever happens to him now is no
longer my concern.

I refuse to let him destroy my life.

But you'll let him destroy others.
No. You let him.

I don't care about anyone else.

If there was a court case - if -

then I'd be forced to relive what
that bastard did to me...again.

I only agreed to see you on
condition that you didn't want me to
go to court.

I won't testify.

And you can't make me.

So I told Halliday this morning.

I said, "We should just put Operation
Contract quietly to bed."

You worked on it for six months,
didn't you?

I worked on it for six months.

Doing surveillance on all the areas
we targeted. Right.

On the night earmarked for the big
swoop, Friday,

we got less than we would have done
on a wet Tuesday afternoon.

Listen, did you target Edward
Parker-Jones?

Why do you ask that?

I know you sent those faxes to Otley
about the case. One in Manchester,
the other in Cardiff.

Look, I'm going to be totally honest
with you.

I Xeroxed these before I left, just
more or less to protect myself in
case there was any shit.

Dig in to these. I think they go
away back.

Maybe before me.

Chiswick's the grand puppet master.

Fancy a whisky upstairs?
I'd love one.

Ah.
Um...

Toothbrush, toothpaste and er... I
thought you might need that. It's
make-up remover.

Aw. Thank you. That's very
thoughtful. How much do I owe you?

Receipt's in the bag.

This is Detective Chief Inspector
David Lyall.

David, this is Brian Dalton.
Detective Inspector Dalton.

Pleased to meet you.
Likewise.

So, is your room OK?
Yeah, room's fine.

Good. OK. Well, I'll see you
tomorrow. Early. OK?

Night.
Yeah, OK.

Didn't expect to stay the night.
There you go.

Cheers.
Cheers.

(Both sigh wearily)

I hear very good things about you.

You're not scared off anything.
Well, I am.

There's gonna be lots of us demoted
in our rank

and I know there's a superintendent
vacancy coming up, so...

..you take these.

I'm sorry, but I'm looking out for
my future.

This Sheehy inquiry has really put
the flutter around.

The only ones safe will be those
with 30 years' experience and I
don't fancy being demoted.

I worked hard enough for the DCI
rank as it is.

So there was a leak.

Tell me, what do you think of Bill
Otley?

Good man.

One of the old school. Hard worker.

Did he tell you that?
About the leak? Yeah.

Well, I reckon I've done my favour.

Good luck to you.
Thanks, David.

Where is that vacancy?

It's one of the Amet areas.
Everybody can't go up but I'm going
to give it my best shot.

Good night, love.

Good luck.
Thank you.

My wife's not gonna believe this.

I told her I was off duty.
It's that film, innit? Some Like It
Hot.

Tony Curtis and...?

Jack Lemmon. It was dreadful. Silly
walks. They'd never have got away
with it.

Anybody could see they weren't
female.

That wasn't the point though. It was
a comedy.

Well, for some, dear, being in drag
is the only time they feel right.

It is not funny at all...is it?

I wouldn't know.

How much did they set you back?
A lot.

Red's here now.

I've not got much time before I go
on, so let's make it snappy.

One at a time. I don't know if I can
get you in the back bar. It's jammed
in there.

Maybe you can work it yourselves?
..a great favourite!

A truly beautiful and talented act.

Please welcome Miss Vera Reynolds!

(Cheering and whistling)

# I wanna be loved by you

# Just you

# Nobody else but you...

Come on, let's mingle.

# ..loved by you alone

# Boo-boop-bee-doo

# I wanna be kissed by you

# Just you

# Nobody else but you...

Are you crazy? Why? Why did you do
it? Because they asked me to.

I'm out of here. If you'd got any
sense, you'd leave too.

You've got another spot.
You do it.

I haven't done my own yet.
They stick out like sore thumbs.

They don't.
They're asking everyone bloody
questions!

I want to help. I thought you cared
about Connie. Somebody killed him.
You know it, I know it.

You might be able to stomach what
goes on...
Me?

You live with that slimebag, Mark
Lewis, not me. I've never been
involved in it all, never...

But you are involved, aren't you?

You lied to me. I covered up for
you, but all this stuff with the
kids and Jackson.

I'm shacking up at his place because
I've got nowhere else to go.

He won't leave me alone till this
blows over. Now you've got the cops
in here.

He'll think I done it. Not you, me.

Red, those two queens of yours...

You've got another spot, Vera.
I'll do it.

Christ.

Those two queens of yours - I've had
a complaint. They'll have to go.

All right. I'll come clean.

I don't know 'em.

They latched on to me at Lola's
club. They gave me a few quid to get
'em in.

It's the truth, I swear before God.

Now, can I have a bit of privacy? My
tits need readjusting.

Hey, Vera!

I bloody protected you, you slag!

And you bring the filth into my
house!

Why did you do that, then, Vera?
It wasn't me.

I swear before God, Jimmy, it wasn't
me. I wouldn't, would I?

What?
I need you.

Why would I tip off the law about
you?

Who is it to do with, then, eh?

Is it Red?

How much does he know?

Eh?

Where's Red?

I don't know. He's not on tonight. He
had a cold.

He's staying at Mark Lewis's.

It's the truth, Jimmy, honestly.
That's how he knows everything.

# Techno

(Mutters) Bloody thing.

# Techno
(Glass shatters)

Where the bloody hell were you?
I was over there!

Why didn't you call out?
Have you got any handcuffs?

Oh, take a wild guess.

(Video playing on TV)
Skipper, it's about Billy Matthews.

Is he dead? No, no, no. He's got a
bronchial infection.

He's in Charing Cross Hospital. They
won't treat him cos he keeps
discharging himself.

He discharged himself last night and
he discharged himself on the 17th.

17th. The night Connie died, right?
Yeah.

Discharged himself. So he couldn't
have been at the centre.

Exactly. Yeah, yeah, lovely.

Parker-Jones is very specific about
that, Billy.

Alan Thorpe - he was too pissed to
remember.

We find those other two lads,
Jackson's screwed, right?

Fancy a hamburger?
No, no. I'm knackered.

Came off hours ago.
On your bike. See you tomorrow.

All right.

I reckon he got a backhander.

You know Billy Matthews? Well, when
he first come up he was, what, ten?

Connie nabbed Billy fast, didn't he?

Do you think Connie was paid for
finding young kids, then?

For the films, like.
They're all perverts.

Big posh houses, lot of dough. Dirty
bastards.

You scruffy buggers didn't go to posh
houses. ALL: Yeah.

Do you two want to drive around in
the panda, show me that posh house?
Tenner in it for you.

OK. Come on.

Come on.

Come on, this is the fifth road. Is
it here or what?

That's the one. Has it got stone
animals outside the gates?

Connie said they were lions.

Good lad. Remember anything else?

I think the lad's pulling your leg,
sarge.

This is Assistant Deputy
Commissioner Kennington's home.

Drive on.

You said Jason was known to the
locals. He's more than known.

He spends more time in the cells
than out.

He's a nice enough bloke when he's
sober, but he's a nightmare when
he's not.

He's been had up for assault, petty
crimes.

Has a lot of marital troubles.

She's always calling us in but then
withdraws the charges.

Well, the bad news isn't even worth
discussing.

Haskons and Lillie got dragged up.

What?
Don't even ask.

The good news is they brought in
Jackson.

Are you serious? They got dragged
up?

I said I don't wanna talk about it.

But there's another alibi down.
Driscoll.

He's admitted that he lied because
Jackson threatened to beat him up.
What number is it?

63. 5th floor.

You're from Liverpool, right?

Yeah.

And um...how old were you when you
first went into the home?

Which one?
The one run by Edward Parker-Jones.

Ten.

I was sent there from a foster home.

I got into a bit of thieving, so
they got shot of me.

Are you prepared to act as a witness
for the prosecution?

Sure.

Thanks.

Can you tell me when the sexual abuse
started?

It was um...the second or third day
I was there.

Parker just called us into his
office and um...

That was it. It started then.

Like you could do or say anything
about it. It was like he was...a law
unto himself, you know.

And it wasn't just me. He was having
us all.

He'd give you a certain amount of
fags.

Like, it was five for a blow job.

You knew when one of the lads had
gone all the way with him - they was
flush with fags.

Have you got one by the way?
Oh, yeah, sure.

Here.

Keep the pack. I'm trying to give up.

What made you report him?

Short-changed us on some fags,
didn't he?

So I thought..."Screw him."

Went to the social worker. (Mutters)
Bitch.

She fancied him, you know. He used
to get it off with women as well.

Anyway, she went on and on at me.
Did I know what I was saying? What
it meant?

I said, "Yeah, I know what it means
to me."

If you don't do something about it,
I'm going to the cops.

And how old were you then?
Dunno. 12, 13.

And did you go to the cops?

Yeah.

Well, he wouldn't leave us alone,
would he?

She wasn't going to do anything
about it, so...

I went to the police station.

Made a statement.

They were all running round, like,
asking all these questions and then
er...

..the doctor examined me and...

Er, yeah, and then um...

This copper gets me into his office
and then...

And what happened then, Jason?

Um...

He said that...if I said I was
lying...

..he'd make it cushy for me, give me
money, cigarettes, things like that.

Said they'd move me somewhere nice.

Do you remember the police officer's
name?

Was he in uniform?

He was a friend of Parker's. They
worked it together.

So anyway, they sent me back, never
got round to moving me.

And um...

I became a very heavy smoker.

Do you remember the doctor's name?
The one that examined you.

That's not going to help you much.
He died of cancer.

Nice fella.

His name was something...Ellis.

Well, that's it for now, I think.
Thanks very much.

So, what are you doing now, Jason?
Have you got a job?

No. No qualifications.

Five-year-old kid reads better than
I do.

I do odd jobs around the place. Fix
up cars.

I get drunk.

Like if...

..sometimes I get a bit angry.

And then you get into trouble.

Have you ever told anyone else about
this?

There's no point, is there? You just
have to live with it.

I promise you we will do everything
we can to put this man away.

I promise you that, Jason.

You haven't got him, have you?

Not yet, no.

Well, goodbye, then, Jason. We'll be
in touch.

You know, one night at the home,

we was watching this documentary.

It was a Nazi thing. And this fella
who ran the concentration camp...
You know what they are?

Mm. Well, his name was the Angel of
Death.

And after the war he escaped, right?

He was never hanged. Nobody arrested
him. Nobody even brought him to
trial.

That's like Parker, isn't it?

He did me for eight years. He did
everyone in his care.

You know what we used to call him?
We called him the "Keeper of Souls".

Jason, look, go back upstairs.
There's glass around. You'll hurt
yourself.

You want to see what the Keeper did
to me?

The man who did this will pay for it,
I promise you, Jason.

Look, I promise you.

You'll just make your train.

Bronwen, can you do a crosscheck on
this for me, please?

Check with social services.
OK.

He'll live.

Broken leg and hip bone. He's OK.

His wife and kid. I sent a cab for
them. OK.

You know, Anthony and Jason? That's
too much of a coincidence.

I mean, if Edward Parker-Jones moved
on, maybe so did that police officer.

Any developments on Jackson?

What?

You said he'd been picked up.
Oh, no.

What about you?

Heard from that hospital yet?

No, not yet.

Still waiting.
Oh? How long does it take?

I don't know.

(Sighs) Don't know.

What?

Well, when are you gonna come clean,
Brian?

What do you mean?

When are you going to tell me what a
high-flyer like you is doing attached
to this investigation?

I mean, look at you. You're
university educated. You're Fraud
Squad.

You're hand-in-glove with Chiswick. I
know you report back to him, for
God's sake.

Come on, you're my mate. You can tell
me what's going on.

I have to report back to Commander
Chiswick.

If, and only if, your investigation
crosses another investigation.

Very good.

All right, you've started now. So
what investigation might that be?

It's about the blackmail of an
assistant deputy commissioner.

He was, or had been, on enforced
leave for eight months.

Six months previous to the blackmail
threats.

One of the most senior officers ever
to be subject to disciplinary
procedures.

The matter was passed to the Home
Office from Scotland Yard.

Who the hell is it?

Assistant Deputy Commissioner John
Kennington.

What was going on before the
blackmail?

Eight months enforced leave? Long
time. Must have been something big.

There's possible involvement with a
paedophile ring.

Jason Baldwin's social worker.

Margaret Speel. She's now based
in...

London. Thank you very much.

Kennington.

(Knocks at door)

Would you like some coffee?
No, thank you.

So, what can I do for you, Chief
Inspector?

Were you at one time working at
Cardiff?

Yes. And in Liverpool. I also worked
in Birmingham.

Was Edward Parker-Jones also working
in Liverpool and Birmingham?

No. Well, we can be thankful for
that, can't we?

Do you know Anthony Field?

No? Well, what about Jason Baldwin?
He was one time a resident...

Yes, yes, yes. I remember Jason.

Do you have a close relationship with
Edward Parker-Jones?

I don't think that's any of your
business.

Yes, Margaret. It's very much my
business.

Jason tried to kill himself right in
front of me this afternoon.

He's prepared to make a statement
that when he was in the care of
Edward Parker-Jones,

he was sexually abused for a period
of six years

and that you, at that time, were his
social worker.

You were Jason Baldwin's social
worker, weren't you, Margaret?

You were Jason's social worker.

Yes.

Are you aware of these allegations?

Were you aware of them when you were
working in Cardiff?

Oh...Jason was always telling lies.

He was a compulsive liar.

Ten-year-old boy, Margaret.

You refused to believe him and he had
six more years of abuse.

Oh, God.

This is not true.

If I'd have believed for one
moment...
Oh, you believe it, Margaret.

So, do you know Colin Jenkins?

No.

I was telling the truth. I...

I swear I didn't even come here till
18 months ago.

Edward contacted me.

He even tried to renew our
relationship.

Are you sure?

I mean, these young boys, they're
always making up stories. I remember
Jason...

Do you recall a doctor? Did a doctor
examine Jason Baldwin?

Yes, of course he was examined.

Do you remember a police officer?

One who was close with Edward
Parker-Jones?

You mean John Kennington.

Yes, yeah, it could be John
Kennington.

Do you remember if he was plain
clothes or in uniform? What rank was
he?

Um...

I think he was a superintendent.

I never saw him in uniform.

Do you know if this John Kennington
is still in touch with Edward
Parker-Jones?

Er, yes, I think so.

(Door opens)

If there anyone in this building who
knows where Detective Chief Inspector
Tennison is?

On her way back from Cardiff.
Expecting her any moment now, boss.

And you two, as far as I am
concerned, behaved in an utterly
farcical manner.

One which would, if ever it were made
public,

put not only myself but this entire
department in jeopardy.

In your office.

Just tell me, in God's name, what
possessed you to do it?

We brought Jackson in, sir.
(Irritated tapping)

Sorry. I'll be right with you.

DS Haskons, DC Lillie.

You will return to Southampton Row as
from tomorrow evening.

DI Ray Hebdon will leave...today.

Hey!

Get that crap down.

Naughty boys.

(Laughter)

Well, this must be worth a bundle.
Kennington didn't buy this in his
wages.

Happens to be my wife's.

Oh! I'm sorry, sir.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Jane
Tennison.

This is Detective Inspector Dalton,
that's Brian Dalton.

So what seems to be the problem?

We're making inquiries into the death
of a young boy. Colin Jenkins.

Did you know him, sir?

Do you know a James Jackson?

No.

Anthony Field?
No.

Jason Baldwin?

No.

What er...what are you doing here,
Chief Inspector?

Do you know Edward Parker-Jones?

Uh...

No, I can't say that I do.

You were at one time stationed in
Manchester, I believe. And before
that you were in Cardiff.

Is that correct? Yeah.

Did you at any time come across a
social worker called Margaret Speel?

No, I'm sorry, I don't recall the
name.

Just before your recent resignation,
sir, you were about to instigate
charges.

Could you tell me what they were?

What exactly is this inquiry about,
Chief Inspector?

Please just answer the question, sir.

I have no inclination to answer
anything else.

And I'd appreciate it if you would
leave.

Maybe you would recollect Colin
Jenkins. Sometimes he was called
Connie.

He would have been about 15 years old
when you knew him.

He was about my height. He had red
hair.

He was a practising homosexual.

Will you both leave - now?

It's just that I notice that you have
pictures of young boys here.

Those are my sons.

Will you please leave my house?
Was Colin Jenkins blackmailing you?

Edward Parker-Jones putting pressure
on you? Which of them was
blackmailing you?

Were you aware that Colin Jenkins was
selling his story to the papers?

I'm sorry. John?
Mrs Kennington.

I am... Please.

Mrs Kennington, your husband was
answering some questions.

I'm investigating the death of a
young boy, just 17 years old. He was
a rent boy.

His name was Colin Jenkins. Maybe you
read about it.

Hey, Mike.

Do you fancy a drink?

Sorry, I'm late as it is.

Nothing wrong, is there? No, no. I
just wanted to have a word with you.

Um...what do you know about John
Kennington?

Well, he just got his golden
handshake. Why?

Is he a homosexual?

I don't know.

Why do you ask?

I think he might be involved in this
murder case that I'm on.

Murder? I thought you were on Vice?
It's the murder of a rent boy.

Er, sorry, Jane, there's nothing I
can tell you.

Mike, Mike. God, they're just...

They're young kids. 12, 13 years old.

They're the same age as your kids,
for Christ's sake.

Do I have to spell it out for you?
Yes, you do.

If you start digging the dirt on
John Kennington, it'll be a waste of
time.

He may no longer be a big fish but
he sure as hell has got lots of
friends who are.

The whisper'll get out, he'll drop
the word and you won't get near
them.

And you won't help the kids. And the
punters will still be there.

They'll all still be there out on
the street. Back off this one, Jane.

Kennington's out of the force.

Ignore it. That is the best... the
only advice I can give you.

Well, thank you for your advice.

Oh, incidentally... Er...Mike?

You know there's that superintendency
up for grabs - Amet.

Do you happen to know which area that
is?

(Mouths)

You're going to become a player, are
you?

Good night.
Night.

Can I just say something? Um...

Well, apologise, really.

I just wanted you to know I didn't
really have much say in the matter

and er...

Um... I'm sorry. And...

I-I don't know where I am.

I'm in some kind of limbo.

I can't sleep!

My... My girlfriend...

I haven't told her.

I'm too scared to have sex with her.

It's just...

This whole thing, kind of, you know,
hanging over us.

Listen, anyone would feel like that.

What if I've got Aids?

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Shit. Sorry. Sorry.

(Softly) Hey.

(Sobs)

It's all right.

Listen, I think you should talk to
someone. Yeah.

I mean, someone who understands.
Yeah.

You should go with your girlfriend.
OK.

I've got some contact numbers. I'll
give you the numbers as soon as
possible, OK?

Yeah. Thank you.

(Sniffs) Thanks a lot.

I've got Parker-Jones in Room Two.

What?

He's here?

Whose bloody idea was that?
Mine.

We found some kids that recognised
the property where we picked up
Jackson.

It's owned by Parker-Jones. What?

Jackson's been living in a house
owned by Parker-Jones. It's all
there. Full report.

Who's interviewing him?
Haskons and Lillie.

Oh, shit. As you weren't here, we
couldn't contact you.

I've just been trying to close the
case.

No. I know what you're doing, Bill.
And you're just not good enough.

I did not want Parker-Jones brought
in yet.

Have you got a reason?
Yeah. I'm not ready for him.

(Door slams)

Why exactly have I been brought in?

Why wasn't all this asked before?
I've been perfectly willing to
co-operate.

Detective Chief Inspector.

The time is 18:30 and DCI Tennison
has just entered the interview room.

Mr Parker-Jones, could you tell me
about your relationship with Margaret
Speel?

She is my fiancee.

Did you, in 1979, run the Harrow Home
For Boys in Manchester?

Yes.

And, in 1986, the Calloway Centre in
Cardiff? Yes.

Do you know Anthony Field?

Yes.

Jason Baldwin? Yes. They were both in
my care.

Do you know a John Kennington?

Yes. Not well, but I have met him.

Will you tell me about one of your
employees - James Jackson?

I wouldn't call it employed,
exactly. He does, on the odd
occasion, do some repairs for me.

Caretaking, that sort of thing.

How well do you know Mr Jackson?

I've already told you, I don't know
him on a personal or social level.

He simply does the occasional odd
job for me, that's all.

But he lives in one of your
properties, Mr Parker-Jones.

Yes. I have admitted this.

I pay Jackson a nominal amount and,
in return, he repairs the property.

I have no reason to know what he
does in his personal life.

I'm not even sure if he lives on the
property in a permanent basis,

as he told me he has an elderly
mother he takes care of and spends a
lot of time with.

How many names are you known under?

I have two houses in the name of
Edwards and one in the name of
Jones.

I have, on occasion, used both of
them.

And why do you use different names on
the deeds of your properties?

I just do. There's no law against
it.

Would you like to tell me about the
two sexual assault charges -

one in Manchester and one in Cardiff?

Not really.

In both incidents all the charges
were dropped. I see no reason to
discuss them now.

Did John Kennington assist or advise
you in any way concerning these
charges?

I don't recall.

Have you ever attempted to get monies
from John Kennington? Extortion.
Blackmail.

Did you ever attempt to get monies?
No. That's ridiculous.

Are you aware that John Kennington
was bringing charges...

I would certainly not attempt to
extort monies

from someone who has freely donated
to my centre.

I have presented a detailed list, as
requested,

of all those who give charitable
donations to the centre.

I presume this information was
passed on to you.

Did you call the emergency services
on the night of the 17th?

I'm sorry?
An ambulance.

Did you call an ambulance on the
night of the 17th?

No.

Would you please state where you were
on the night of the 17th

between the hours of 8:15 and 9:30?

I have already told you. I never
left the Advice Centre.

This is really becoming ludicrous.

Is it?

Are you aware that it is illegal to
display false credentials?

So would you tell me the names of
all the witnesses

that you say saw you at the Advice
Centre for the duration of the
evening of the 17th?

Billy Matthews, David Driscoll,

Alan Thorpe, Kenny Lloyd and...

BOTH: James Jackson.

I think I deserve a bottle of
champagne because...

Billy Matthews' alibi is now
withdrawn.

Billy was not at the Advice Centre
or anywhere near.

He was, in fact, in hospital,

taken there by ambulance on the
night of the 17th - and this is the
best bit -

from the Advice Centre.
Coffees, please, love.

Fletcher's dead.
Disco Driscoll, alibi withdrawn.

Kenny Lloyd, alibi withdrawn.

Just Jackson giving Parker-Jones an
alibi and vice versa.

The only other person is Alan
Thorpe, but he was drunk.

OK, now, where's Jackson?
With Larry the Lamb. Room Three.

That's a bottle of Moet for Kathy.
And you two are paying because of
this fiasco.

Oh, yes! (Laughs)

Oh, bloody hell.

Who put those up?

What did Connie owe you the money
for?

He needed some photographs. He
needed to get some new gear.

Well, that's what he told me, so I
lent him the dough.

How much? 7:36, DCI Tennison's just
entered the interview room.

200 quid. Then he disappears, so I
go out looking for him.

Did you go to Vernon's flat looking
for him?

Yeah, but in the afternoon. I spoke
to Vera, she was there.

And she told you what?

That Connie wasn't there. I've told
you all this. I've said all this.

Did Edward Parker-Jones ask you to
say that you were at the Advice
Centre?

No.

Why don't you tell me about the
money?

Did you often lend Connie money?
No.

He usually had enough. He was always
pretty flush. Sometimes I borrowed
from him.

So when exactly did you give him this
200 quid?

I don't remember, I'm sorry.
Can't remember.

Er, was Connie living in a house in
Camden Town?

Sometimes left his gear there but
he'd not actually lived...lived
there for months.

Do you know where he was living for
the past couple of months?

No. I don't know where he was
living.

Where did you give him the money,
then?

Oh, yeah, at the Advice Centre.
No, no.

Edward Parker-Jones said he hadn't
seen him at the Advice Centre for
months.

I don't remember where I gave it to
him. I'm sorry. Really.

Just don't remember.

So, how well do you know Edward
Parker-Jones?

I work for him. He pays me a few
quid to look after his property.

Did you ever try and extort money out
of a man called John Kennington?

Extortion. Know what that means?
Blackmail. Did you ever blackmail
John Kennington?

No. I don't know him.

So, on the night that Connie died,
did you discuss anything with Edward
Parker-Jones?

Yeah.

The price of toilet paper.

I get it in bulk for him.

And after Connie died, did you
discuss anything with Edward
Parker-Jones,

apart from the price of toilet paper?

Like what?
Well, look...

You stated that... What have we got
here?

David Driscoll, Billy Matthews, Alan
Thorpe and Kenny Lloyd

all saw you at the Advice Centre the
night that Colin died. Is that
correct?

Yeah, that's right.
The same names as listed by
Parker-Jones.

I'm asking you again. Did you or did
you not discuss it with Mr
Parker-Jones?

Well, no. There was no reason to.
They were there and so was he.

So he's bound to say the same lads
as I say because I was there.

See?

You'll be charged with the attempted
murder of a police officer.

You also refused another officer
entry to the house in Camden Town

and physically attacked another
police officer.

You were holding a 14-year-old girl
against her will.

Do you want any more, Jimmy? We've
got more.

I didn't know they were coppers, I
swear.

I mean, they just barged into the
house.

And that girl is not gonna press
charges cos she begged me to give
her a place to stay.

I didn't know she was 14.

And that other thing, I thought that
was Red. That thick old drag queen.

I didn't know that was a copper.
It's just mistaken identity.

Why did you want to kill her?
I didn't want to kill her.

No way. I just wanted to frighten
her a bit.

Why?

Well, Vera told me she'd been
talking to the cops and all I wanted
to do was frighten her off.

Why? Why did you want to frighten
Rodney Allerton?

That's Red.

Because I did.

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. It was
all a mistake.

Oh, James, you must have had a
reason.

No.

No, I didn't have a reason. That's
the God's honest truth.

Well, you are going to go to prison
for a very long time.

For no reason at all.

My client's very tired.

Perhaps we can continue this
interview in the morning.

Look forward to it.

(Groans with disgust) After you.

He must have had letters, diaries.
He was selling his story to that
woman. What was her name?

Jessica Smithy.

I mean, what if Jessica Smithy spoke
to Martin Fletcher before Connie?

She was writing a piece about rent
boys plural, not just one rent boy.

What have we got here?

Yeah. Nice little...awayday
assortment.

(Muttering)

Look at this.

I want Forensic in here. I want the
whole house checked out and I want it
done tonight.

I think we should have another go at
our Vera. She has been staying
there.

I'll wait for Forensic, might be a
while.

This is my case, Bill. Don't jump the
gun again.

(Softly) Your case. Yes, ma'am.

Right. I've got a couple of bits and
pieces on Edward Parker-Jones.

He owns a number of bed and
breakfasts/houses.

All registered under the company
name of Protega.

Can you spell that, please?
P-R-O-T-E-G-A.

He's a registered charity. He's got
a staff of four.

All paid?
All paid.

Glad to see you're still with us.

TANNOY: DCI Tennison, please contact
reception.

He receives loads of grants.

He gets one from Camden at 160,000.

The doctor attached to the Calloway
Centre in Cardiff - his widow, Joyce
Ellis.

She's 52, has two sons.

In 1987, was married to John
Kennington.

As well as that he gets £110 per
person from local authorities.

Decided to change sides, have you?

TANNOY: Could DCI Tennison return to
her office?

Thank you very much.

You have not one shred of evidence
against Parker-Jones

or his involvement in the death of
Col...

Colin Jenkins. No, I haven't got him
to admit his involvement.

But I know that he's covering up for
Jackson.

And very possibly for John Kennington
as well.

Drop it.

Are you serious?

In 1979 and again in 1986, both
Edward Parker-Jones and John
Kennington...

I'm fully aware of the cases you're
referring to.

You should have made whatever
information you had available to me.
I've wasted...

Waste being the operative word,
Chief Inspector.

You're supposed to be
investigating...
The murder of Colin Jenkins.

If I discover evidence that proves
that Edward Parker-Jones...

That is not the Colin Jenkins case.
..is unfit to be awarded massive
grants

and is a possible paedophile.

Is this true?

Chief Inspector Tennison, you give
me no option but to warn you

that if you continue to
investigation persons...

No, just one person. Edward
Parker-Jones. ..against specific
instructions,

then disciplinary action will be
taken.

You take it, sir, and I will fight
you every inch of the way.

I have been fobbed off with "stay
clear of this or that persons"
because of,

and I quote, "repercussions to this
department".

Well, this department has blatantly
attempted to sabotage my
investigations into a murder

which has direct links to a
paedophile ring, one member of which,
John Kennington,

was the subject of a full-scale
internal police inquiry.

Kennington was reinstated.
Six months later he was being
blackmailed.

Uh. Case dismissed. What happen? You
all get cold feet? Retire him? Pay
him off?

And somewhere in the mess a young boy
dies. Just calm down.

Look at it from our side.

The investigation into John
Kennington... Was a failure.

And to the tune of £1½m.

Next - Operation Contract.

Bloody fiasco that was. How much did
that set the government back?

I mean, you knew there was a leak.
Well, was it John Kennington?

Be very careful what you're
insinuating.

Look, I just want to find the
murderer of Colin Jenkins.

If that touches on Edward
Parker-Jones or anyone else, then so
be it.

I take full responsibility. You can
lay it all on my shoulders. But I
will not be a scapegoat.

If you take me off this case now, I'm
warning you, I won't go quietly.

Don't make threats, Detective Chief
Inspector.

I want to be put forward for
superintendent.

Now, I fully expect to make an arrest
in the Colin Jenkins murder this
weekend.

And, therefore, with the case closed,

there will be no further necessities
for any investigations into John
Kennington.

Did James Jackson kill Connie?

Vera, he can't hurt you.

He's gonna be behind bars for a very
long time.

Come on, you can tell me.

I don't know.

Do you know a John Kennington?

Vera.

Vera, look at me.

You've got to help me.

Jackson was looking for Connie that
night. He said he owed him money.

Connie didn't need to borrow money
from Jackson. He always used to have
money.

Did you know any of his clients?
No. He was very secretive about
them.

You give one kid a name, next minute
they're offering themselves.

You think he was just gay, don't
you?

Why do you think we got on so well?

I don't know.

Why don't you tell me?

He was the same as me.

He'd go with gays...

but he liked straight men better.

He wanted money.

He needed a lot.

For the operation.

They do the best in Rio.

He would have had to have paid for
it.

There's no way the NHS would give
him the operation. He was too young.

It's always been my dream.

So Connie needed a lot of money. Say,
what, 10-15,000 quid?

Where was he gonna get that from?

Connie was capable of anything.

Like blackmail?

Yes.

I think he got scared off.

He was getting a bit desperate.

He'd lost a lot of his big money
clients.

He was too old for them.

Kept knocking a few years off his
age, but they knew.

Do you know Jessica Smithy?

So you know that Connie was selling
his story to the papers?

But I think, you know, she kept
stringing him along, promising big
money.

He used to brag about it.

But she wanted evidence - you know,
names, photographs.

(Chuckles) Photographs!

Did James Jackson know about this?

Well, he found out.

Connie had a sort of a file, you
know, to show this reporter.

He found out.

Martin Fletcher stole some things
from Jackson.

Oh. And gave them to Connie.

That's why Jackson was looking for
Connie. Oh, right.

But not just to get these things
back.

Because he knew that if Connie was
selling his story to the papers,
he'd be in it too.

Connie had been one his boys, you
see, early on.

What, you mean it was Jackson who got
Connie on the game?

Yes.
Oh.

But he got him so young.

I mean, he was only ten years old
when Jackson found him.

Did you see what Martin got from
Jackson, the thing he eventually gave
to Connie?

No, no, I never, I never saw it.

I mean, he told me. But it
was...pictures.

Photographs. Maybe letters. I don't
know.

But I never saw what Martin nicked
from Jackson.

But that's why Martin got beaten up,
because Jackson wanted the stuff
back.

So, Connie had told you about this
stuff that Martin had got from
Jackson.

And he told you that he was gonna use
it, sell it to the papers.

Did he tell you who he was going to
blackmail with it?

No, no. But he was kind of excited,
you know.

He was very pleased with himself.

Said he was going to get the money
for his operation. He was very
certain.

Thank you, Vera.

All right, you can go now.

Hello, Margaret. How are you?
I intend to report you.

Get you blacklisted from every
council and government-run scheme
that you've abused.

What do you mean?
I trusted you.

I may even have helped you, that's
what's worst. Worse than the lies
you've told me.

Who's been talking to you?
Don't touch me.

Come in and let's just talk this
through. She knows everything about
you.

And about John Kennington. Before
I've finished, you'll go to prison.

You don't know what you're talking
about.

This is from that Inspector
Tennison, yes?

You don't understand, Margaret.

Yes, I do.
Shut up!

Now just keep calm. Keep calm. Let
me explain.

Get out of here. Don't you touch
him! Get off him!

Get out. This place is closed. Get
out now!

You bastard! You bastard!

That's yours. That's your doing!

You! You bastard!

You bastard! That's you!

Bastard. You bastard!

Get out!

Mrs Kennington? Edward Parker-Jones.
Can I speak to John, please?

You bastard!

So you were told by Martin Fletcher
where Connie was?

You then went to Vernon Reynolds'
flat, didn't you?

I didn't.

I've admitted I was looking for
Connie, but I wasn't the only one.

Oh, who else? Who else was looking
for Connie the night that he was
murdered?

Come on, Jimmy. It's just five, ten
minutes' walk from the Advice Centre
and back.

I never killed him. I couldn't have.

But you had to silence him, didn't
you, eh?

He's was going to tell about the way
you kidnap underage kids.

They were up at the top of the
house.

We've seen them. The knives, the
chains, the whips, you bastard.

So did you torture kids up there?

We have, to date, 15 different blood
samples taken from the walls, bed
linen, floorboards.

What were you doing to those
children?

Mr Jackson, I really would try to be
as co-operative as possible.

You know, these charges against you
are very serious.

Look...I did go to the centre,
right?

I told Parker-Jones I couldn't find
him...right?

Look...Martin Fletcher took my stuff
from...

What stuff?

Stuff. Things. Photographs.

And I wanted them back, right?

Were you in these photographs?
Some of them.

Connie nicked them. He got Martin to
get them for him from Camden, right?
Are you with me?

Who else was in the photographs?

I can't remember.
Can't remember?

You almost killed a boy for them. You
can't remember?

Come on, who else was in the
photographs?

Was Edward Parker-Jones in these
photographs?

No.

How about John Kennington? Was he in
the photographs?

Just kids.

Blokes dressed up, bit of porno,
that's all.

Anyway, it gets to about eight, a
bit after,

and I tell Parker-Jones I can't find
Connie

and he says get Martin Fletcher,
he'd know where he was.

So I did. Ask Martin Fletcher. He'll
tell you.

Martin Fletcher is dead, Jimmy.

So, Edward Parker-Jones was looking
for these photographs.

Well, why? If he wasn't in them, why
was he looking for them?

I don't know.

All I know is he wanted them. So did
I.

Yeah, but you were in the
photographs.

Are you sure that Edward Parker-Jones
wasn't in these photographs?

No. I don't have any pictures of
him.

Was John Kennington in the
photographs?

No. I've told you before, I don't
even know that bloke.

They were just photographs of you and
you wanted them so desperately

that you were prepared to kill for
them.

Look...when that fire started, I was
on the other side of Waterloo
Bridge.

Who else was at the Advice Centre?

I was only there two minutes, no
more. Then I come out.

Just two minutes? You sure about
that?

Who else did you talk to apart from
Edward Parker-Jones? Anyone else?

Yeah.

Vera Reynolds.

Vera Reynolds.

(Door closes)

Are you all right?

He shot himself, not me.

You were here yesterday, weren't
you?

Yes. Do you want me to leave?

But then you'd only want to come
back.

So...ask whatever you want and get
it over with.

(Sighs)

I was in the front bedroom.

We sleep in separate rooms.

There was a phone call.

I put it through to John's study.
About half an hour later, I heard
the...

Well, I didn't know what it was.

To be honest, I thought it was the
plumbing. It's been making
extraordinary noises.

Of course, it wasn't.

John had shot himself.

Do you know who the call was from?

Oh, yes, I know who it was from. It
was er...

..Edward Parker-Jones.

At least this saves me getting a
divorce.

There have been obstacles in the way
for almost a year.

Yes, I know about the investigations.

Oh, do you?

Mrs Kennington, you used to be a
doctor, didn't you?

Mm.

Do you still practise?
No.

My first husband died. We worked
together. Or in the same practice.

In Cardiff.

Yes, in...in Cardiff.

Why do you want to know about my
husband's practice?

While you were in Cardiff, was Edward
Parker-Jones running the um...

The Calloway Centre.

Why are you asking me these
questions?

Did you examine a boy, a young boy,
called Jason Baldwin?

It was a sexual assault charge.
Which was subsequently dropped.

No, my husband examined him.

Oh, my God.

You think I had something to do with
that?

My husband was critically ill. He
was very sick. I had...I had two
small children.

And he had...cancer.

I only remember because...

because he died...

and then there was this
investigation about this boy.

But there was so much confusion.

Whether his reports were stolen or
just mislaid, I really don't know.

My first husband was a...

..very decent human being.

Do you know if any young boys were
ever brought here?

Do I know if young boys were ever
brought here?

I mean, while you were away.

There's one boy in particular that
I'm interested in.

His name was Connie.

Colin Jenkins.

Do you recognise him?

Mrs Kennington, would you please look
at the photograph?

At least I was able to protect my
own sons.

Er, let me know when you want to see
Jessica Smithy. She's just arrived.

Was it right you wanted Vernon
Reynolds bringing back in? We just
released him.

Yes. Oh, and watch Alice in
Wonderland. Remember she's a
journalist.

Stick her in one of the interview
rooms. Right.

Yes, hello, could I speak to Dr
Gordon, please? It's Jane Tennison.

Dr Gordon, I'm sorry to disturb you
at home. I wanted to talk to you as
soon as possible.

No, no, no. No, it's just that...

I would like to arrange a
termination, please.

Yes, I am aware that it's a very big
decision, but I...

Yes, I obviously have given it a
great deal of thought.

I want an abortion.

Yes, I know.

Right.

I'll call you next week to arrange a
time and a date.

OK. Goodbye.

Bill, would you just give me a moment
or two on my own?

Certainly.

(Sobs)

Choose them yourself, do you?
Er, no, my girlfriend does.

I'd get rid of her if I were you.

It's shit!

And you lied to me. You never at any
time said that you were near that
Advice Centre.

Why, Vernon?
You've always called me Vera.

Oh, stop playing games with me.

Did you or did you not, on the night
that Connie died, see Jackson?

Yes.

And what time did you get to the
Advice Centre?

A-A-About 8:30.

8:30.

Where was Connie?
In the flat.

Alone?
Yes.

Well...your friend Red is now in
trouble, isn't he?

Because he swore, on oath, that you
were at your friend's studio at...

6:30 it was, yes. He never notices
the time.

Then I went to the club, just as he
said.

When you left your flat, was Connie
there?

Suspect nodded his head.

Was he alone?

Suspect shook his head.

Well, who was with Connie when you
left your flat at 6:30?

A journalist. (Sobs)

I tried.

I told you. I gave you all the
clues.

It was me who was at the Advice
Centre. I even said Parker-Jones's
name.

It was me who told you about
Jackson, me who told you about the
press.

I went back to the flat because I'd
forgotten um...

..a sequined choker.

Connie was still there.

And he was showing her my album.

She was looking at my photographs.

You don't understand, do you?

There were some loose pictures of me
before...

Before.

With my mum and my dad.

Private pictures, no show business
ones. Just my mum and my dad and my
brother.

(Sobs)

(Mutters tearfully) I'd had enough.

I don't ever see them, so the
pictures are very special to me.

After all I'd done for him, he was
selling me too.

I didn't want to make a drama,

not in front of the press woman.

So I just called him out of the
room.

Said I wanted to talk to him.

He swore he wasn't letting her have
a single picture.

She left a few minutes later.

I went in to check my album. He
lied.

There were a lot missing.

So...I confronted him but...

..he swore he hadn't given her
anything, said she must've stolen
them, but he was such a liar.

And er...

I got hysterical and er...I hit him.

With an ashtray, I think.

He fell down.

I didn't mean to hurt him.

I helped him to the sofa.

He gave me one of his smiles. He had
such a sweet smile.

He closed his eyes.

I couldn't feel a pulse and he
was...he was dead.

Did you call an ambulance?

My telephone's not working. I told
Mr Parker-Jones. He said...

What? What did he say? He said he
would take care of everything.

Did he?
I don't know.

I was put in prison when I was not
that much older than Connie.

That's what I'm scared of.

Inside, they're all Jacksons.

I was raped every night.

That's what I've been so scared of.
I wanted to tell you but I was just
so scared.

I need to go to...I need to go to
the toilet.

We are terminating this interview
at...3:45 in Interview Room Two.

Mr Vernon Reynolds needs to use the
toilet.

Could you take him to the toilet,
please?

Can't you take me to the ladies?

You just pretended to like me.

(Tuts and sighs)

Come on, love!

Oh, hello.

Who's in there?
Vernon Reynolds.

He's just admitted to smacking Colin
Jenkins.

Just finished questioning him.

So it wasn't Jackson after all?
(Clattering)

Vernon's cut his wrists. I need to
call an ambulance.

All right. Come on.

He's cut his wrists!

Vera. Listen to me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Hold on, Vera. Hold on.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sorry. I'm
sorry. It's all right.

She's losing a lot of blood. Hurry
up!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Listen.

Listen. You didn't kill Connie. She
died in the fire.

15-minute delay on the ambulance
call-out.

Get a car.

Get one for me too.

He died in the fire. It was the fire
that did it.

I've been here since half-past two.
I want to go to the ladies.

You have no right to waste my time.
I have every right.

And I will keep you here as long as I
wish.

You have lied, you have withheld
vital evidence and you, Miss Smithy,
have wasted my time.

You want the ladies? Come with me.

I only made two tapes, I swear
before God. Just two tapes.

I know I should have told you about
me being at the flat.

Did you take anything from his flat?

Did you? Yes.

They were just some snapshots.
Nobody famous. Just a few
black-and-white photos.

Apart from the photographs that you
took, did Connie give you anything?

Nothing. Nothing.

Just some story about being picked
up when he was 10 or 11. I think he
made that up.

Come with me.

I tried to contact you, you know I
did. Oh, stop with the Doris Day
act.

It's getting on my nerves.
Your car's ready.

Get Kathy to get in touch with
emergency services.

Check if there was a 15-minute delay
on the night of the 17th. Quick as
you can.

Right, Miss Smithy, tell me about
Martin Fletcher.

He was the first boy I approached.
He introduced me to Connie.

It became obvious that Connie would
make a better story.

We were worried Martin was too
young. Martin Fletcher is dead.

Did you know that?

Right, you drop Martin Fletcher and
you offer Connie money.

Did you give him the money in Vernon
Reynolds' flat?

Yes. He put it in his pocket. He
said it wasn't enough. He said he
wanted more.

All right. And what happened then?

I said I couldn't give him any more,
not until I at least saw what he had
to offer.

Did he give you anything? Any
pictures, any names? Anything?

No.

What happened next?

He left the room for a minute.

And there was this album on the
coffee table. Vera Reynolds' album.

Yes?

They were just photos of a family.
And a couple of somebody in drag.

They were no use. They meant
nothing.

You're wrong, Miss Smithy. They meant
a great deal to someone.

Enough to make him pick up a heavy
ashtray and hit Connie over the head
with it.

(Door opens)

You have a great deal to answer for.

Will you take Miss Smithy and bring
her back with Vernon Reynolds'
photographs?

Are you going to charge me with
anything? We'll see about that.

Emergency services have said there
was a 15-minute delay that night

and all callers were informed that
that was the case.

I've got him. And this time I'm ready
for him. Let's go.

I hope you're satisfied. You've
emptied the place.

Mr Parker-Jones, I am arresting you

on suspicion of involvement in the
murder of Colin Jenkins.

You do not have to say anything, but
if you wish to, what you say may be
used in evidence.

You all set?

I think so.

You'd better nail him.

I intend to.

I told you I had names. Very
important people. High-up people.

(Echoes) Very important people.
Because if they found out I was
doing this they'd kill me.

(Echoes) Very important people.
High-up people. Very important
people.

Good luck, guv.

Mr Parker-Jones, you have stated that
on the evening of the 17th,

you were at the Advice Centre, Soho,
is that correct?

Yes.

Would you please tell me who else was
present that evening?

(Sighs) Billy Matthews...
Statement withdrawn.

Matthews denies being at the centre.

David Driscoll?
Statement withdrawn.

Driscoll denies being at the centre.

Alan Thorpe. Alan Thorpe says that
he was at the centre

but that he was not only intoxicated
but also suffering from substance
abuse

and was, in his own words, unable to
remember whether he was there
himself.

James Jackson.

Mr Jackson has made a statement,
contradicting an earlier statement.

He now says, under caution, that he
was at the centre,

but for no more than two or three
minutes.

Do you have any other alibi witnesses
you wish to have recorded at this
time?

(Whispers)

(Whispers)

My client will answer.

I...realise I have been very
foolish.

I can only apologise and say I was
in some way trying to protect Vernon
Reynolds.

Vernon was at the centre on the
17th.

Did you speak to Vernon Reynolds?

No comment.

Did Vernon Reynolds ask you to call
an ambulance?

No comment.

Mr Parker-Jones, we are in the
possession of a tape recording.

It's a phone call made to the
emergency services on the evening of
the 17th.

It would be very simple for us to
match the voice on the tape with
yours, so...

..did you or did you not call an
ambulance on the evening of the 17th?

(Whispers)

Yes, I did call an ambulance.

Vernon was in a dreadful state.

Er, he said that Colin Jenkins and
he had argued

and that Colin needed a doctor.

I placed a call with the emergency
services.

And what did the emergency services
tell you?

That the ambulance was on its way.

Anything else?

No, I don't think so.

Why didn't you leave your name?

Well, because the Advice Centre has
had, on occasion, to place emergency
calls

and then when the ambulance
arrives...

Did the emergency services tell you
that there would be a 15-minute
delay?

I don't remember.

Would you agree that Vernon Reynolds'
flat

is about a two-minute walk from the
Advice Centre?

Yes. So, if you had been informed of
a delay...

I was unaware of any delays.

Why didn't you call a doctor? Why
didn't you make that short journey
yourself?

Well, because I couldn't leave the
centre unattended.

And at no point did Vernon make it
clear that it was an emergency.

I was asked to phone an ambulance.

Which I did.

I admit I lied to you about that,

but I was just trying to prevent
Vernon Reynolds from getting into
trouble.

Do you have any further questions
you wish to put to my client?

Yes, I do.

Mr Parker-Jones, you've apologised
for lying.

You lied about the four witnesses you
said saw you at the Advice Centre

on the evening of the 17th.

Now, one of those witnesses was Billy
Matthews. Is that correct?

Yes, but you must understand that on
any given evening, there could be
20-25 boys...

Yes, but you were most specific about
Billy Matthews.

The reason you said you recalled him
was because he was ill.

Yes.

It transpires Billy Matthews was not
at the Advice Centre that night.

He was in Charing Cross Hospital.

I'm sorry, I... I just must have
confused the evening.

Really? Even though you called an
ambulance for him?

That would have been on the evening
of the 16th.

On that occasion, you did leave your
name.

And on that occasion, you were
informed that there would be a
15-minute delay.

Is that not correct?

It's possible.

Oh, it's possible?

It's also possible that the following
evening when you called an ambulance,

you would already know that there was
a 15-minute delay.

Giving you time to leave the Advice
Centre and go to Vera's flat.

Did you? Did you go to Vernon
Reynolds' flat?

No. I did not.

Mr Parker-Jones, are you aware of the
existence of certain photographs

belonging to Mr James Jackson?

No comment.

And that in these photographs you are
pictured with the deceased, Colin
Jenkins?

No comment.

And that you are photographed in
various poses with other juveniles?

And that these photographs were taken
from your house in Camden?

No comment.

Oh, I think that you knew of the
existence of these photographs.

You knew Connie Jenkins was selling
them. No comment.

So you had James Jackson searching
all over London,

desperate to track them down,
desperate to track Connie down.

But you couldn't find him, could you?
No comment.

And then Vera came to you, as you
said, in a dreadful state.

Saying that the very person you were
looking for

was not only in her flat but was also
unconscious, alone and with those
photographs.

No comment.
So you said you'd arrange everything.

You said that you'd even call an
ambulance.

No comment? No comment again, Mr
Parker-Jones?

You've already admitted that you were
aware of the delays.

You used that 15 minutes, didn't you?
You ran from the Advice Centre, you
went to Vera's flat.

Connie wasn't dead, was he? He was
still alive. Just semiconscious.

So you made sure he would never be
able to tell anyone about you,

you and your friends, Mr
Parker-Jones.

It was so easy. He couldn't do
anything - couldn't fight back,
couldn't stop you -

as you set light to him, you left him
to burn to death.

No comment.

(Door opens)

Good night, Inspector Tennison.
Which is the way out?

Without a witness who actually saw
person or persons unknown set alight
to that flat,

you'll never have a case.

So...this blown my chances for
superintendent?

Oh, no. No, you'll get it.

No strings.

Jessica Smithy's back.

Still looking for a scoop, Miss
Smithy?

I'm paid to expose the truth. It's
my job.

Bit like yours.

No, your job isn't anything like
mine.

But it is criminal that a man like
Edward Parker-Jones

is allowed to gain access to young
children and all with the blessing of
the social services.

Files you asked for, guv.
Thank you very much.

Yeah.

Young boy called him..."the Keeper of
Souls".

It was his nickname.

Good headline, isn't it?

Nice turn of phrase for a sick
pervert like him.

Excuse me.

Is Parker-Jones going to be charged?

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