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Is that the one we ordered?

Oh, good, yes. Thank you very much. Darling?

Paul. James. Can I offer you a glass of this?

Er...not just at the moment, thanks.

(MUSIC ON TELEVISION) WOMAN: Oh, no, not again!

(TURNS VOLUME UP)

No, I'm sorry. No, no, no.

Mum...Mum... No, no! Come on. Please!

I need to go to the toilet.

(CHATTER ON TELEVISION)

I have to go now, Mum.

Can't wait to get away, can you?

I've got an appointment.

I'll sort things out. I promise.

You won't.

Oh, go. Go on, go.

I don't want you here, anyway.

Denis will be along in a minute.

Mother...

I am Denis.

(BREAKING GLASS AND SHRIEKING)

The police are on their way. There are two of them. I heard voices.

(GRUNTING AND CLATTERING)

(WOMAN MOANING)

(MAN GRUNTING)

Let's go round the back.

(GRUNTING)

Right. These bastards aren't going anywhere.

Alan, you go round the front.

Norman, you stay here.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(WOMAN GASPS AND CHUCKLES)

(WOMAN CHUCKLES)

(CLATTERING)

Shit.

Micky... Shut up!

MAN: Alan! He's here!

Alan, he's coming out. (SCREAMS)

(DOG BARKING)

(SIREN) Bastards! Get your hands off me!

Norman, check inside the house. Bastards!

I'll kill you!

Listen, you! We don't want your type around here. Understand?

(GRUNTS) Just so you remember.

(GROANS) I'd put that away, if I was you.

Denis?

Are you there, Denis?

Oh, my God.

(WATER SPLASHING)

(BLEEPING)

Everybody knows who's doing it. It's those kids from the bloody estate.

Still no word from Raymond? Zilch.

Typical.

What are we gonna do, then? Not a lot we can do.

Phone it in, I suppose.

What's the betting we get lumbered with some berk from AMIP?

Oh, come on, Mike. I'm a copper, not a bloody accountant.

I forecast the budget. Don't expect me to sell it.

(BLEEPING)

Yeah, all right. All right. 9am tomorrow morning.

'Right. See you then.' Thank you and good night.

'Hello?' Yeah. Tennison.

'Oh, yes, ma'am. Hadley Green have called for help. There's been a murder.'

Where? '17 Moss Bank Drive.'

Mm-hm. 'That's EN4.'

Right. 'Sorry to tear you away from your desk.'

Oh, believe me, it will be a pleasure. See you.

'Good night, ma'am.'

Thank you.

Where's Forensic? He's on his way, ma'am.

What, SO3? He was out.

He's picking his cameras up now.

I see.

What do you think of that scarf?

Fashion victim?

(CLEARS THROAT)

I'm a member of the Neighbourhood Watch.

Denis Carradine lived here alone? Yeah.

His mum went into a nursing home about a year ago.

Carradine was manager of the Huntington Country Club.

How did you know that? The neighbours. Very helpful.

Concerned about his garden. That sort of area.

Who's your DCI? Peter Raymond.

Do you know him, ma'am? Yes, we're acquainted.

All right, get the male suspect's ID circulated.

Keep this area completely sealed off till Forensic gets here. If ever.

Oh, Detective...

Better get the mother informed. Send someone over. Not a complete plank.

I'll do it myself. See you back at the nick.

Where is the nick?

Sergeant?

Why wasn't I told she could be underage?

Listen. If she doesn't want to talk, how are you or I supposed to know?

What's that supposed to mean?

All I'm saying is, she may or may not be underage,

so we may or may not need a parent -

I want the duty social worker down here immediately, please.

You do have an incident room available?

Good. I want it up and running by nine tomorrow morning.

Get hold of these two officers from AMIP.

That's tonight, Sergeant.

Denis is... Denis is not coming back, Olive.

I...I don't understand.

Why should anyone want to do that to my Denis?

They were trying to rob him, Olive.

He's dead?!

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm afraid he is.

They didn't hurt him, did they?

It's good to have you with us, Richard.

How are the twins? Certifiable.

Nothing's changed, then.

Good morning.

Morning. Morning.

Richard, this is DS Booth, DC Bakari.

Hiya. All right?

You know Toby from AMIP. Yeah.

Find it all right, Rich? Yeah, with the aid of a Sherpa.

Right, where's DS Cromwell? I thought he was supposed to be here.

She is. Morning, ma'am.

DS Christine Cromwell.

You're late. Someone took my parking place.

Probably me.

Looking forward to working with you, Christine.

Optimist, are you? Try my best.

Right...

Denis Arthur Carradine.

Quiet, respectable. All the middle-class values.

Approximate time of death: between 8:00 and 9:15pm.

He was strung up with a piece of electrical flex.

Now, we have two suspects, one in custody - Sheila Bower.

She's not talking. We're treating it as a drug-related burglary.

However, the way he was strung up and his clothes

suggest some sort of sexual dimension.

What, with that filth? No, that's not what I'm suggesting.

Hang on a minute. You're saying he did it himself?

Well, all I'm saying is that the scarf and the clothes suggest...

It's a possibility. Oh, come on.

The girl was as high as a kite.

They had him strung up. They could've done anything to him.

All right. Let's not jump to conclusions till we get Pathology.

Right. Our first priority is to pick up the youth.

Now, Uniform's at the Larchmont Estate. The description's vague at best, so check with neighbours.

Also, let's build up a profile of Denis Carradine.

Check with his workmates, friends at the club. What is it?

The Huntington Country Club. Right, the Huntington Country Club.

Did you get anything from the mother? Not a lot.

The woman who runs the nursing home said he'd been made redundant.

He was behind with his mother's fees.

Oh, well, check into that. Well, come on. Let's get going.

I...understood DCI Raymond would be running the investigation.

Not from me, you didn't.

Oh, Ian, Ian. Larchmont Estate.

Tell Uniform it's door-to-door inquiries, not mob-handed, OK?

Softly, softly. Not the A-Team.

Sheila Carol Bower.

Born 25/10/77, Highbury, London.

Catalogue of juvenile offences.

In care since '89.

Now, we're not talking about petty thieving here.

Forget about conning some old fart on a magistrate's bench.

This is murder. That means prison. For life.

Not probation on some nice little holiday camp somewhere.

We never done him.

What? You were out collecting for the elderly, were you(?)

We never even touched him.

So, who pulled his pants down?

Did you enjoy that, Sheila?

Yeah, of course you did.

Old man like that.

Make him squirm.

Have some fun.

Micky. Yes?

Ask Micky. Who's Micky?

Sheila?

(DOOR OPENS)

8:42. DCI Raymond entering interview room.

This her, is it, Jane?

Sheila... We never did him - all right?

Liar.

It's the truth. The truth?

You wouldn't know the truth if you fell on it.

Bang her up.

DC Raymond, could I have a word with you for a minute?

8:43. Superintendent Tennison and DCI Raymond leaving interview room.

Another piece of shit from the Larchmont.

They're scum, the lot of them.

Where were you last night?

My pager was knackered. I just handed it in.

Well...

Well, if it was knackered, why didn't you call?

Because I didn't know it was knackered until this morning.

Look, Jane, you came here last night and did us a favour. Thank you very much.

But I'm back on the case now, so we needn't detain you. All right?

You're understaffed. You asked for assistance.

I didn't ask for anything.

This is a straightforward case.

Oh, I'm not of that opinion. Bullshit.

I'm also not of the opinion that this nick can handle this investigation.

Until I am, DCI Raymond, I shall be handling things.

And in future, when I am interviewing a suspect,

you do not interrupt.

Soup spoons on the right.

Right. Outside in.

Do them again.

Can I help you? I take it you are members.

Police, sir. Are you in charge here?

I'll get Mr Greenlees.

Prat.

Morning. Lords and masters keeping you at it, are they?

Did you see much of Mr Carradine?

I thought you weren't going to p-p-press charges.

How do you mean? Isn't that what you're here for?

Hamish!

You can wait in Mr Greenlees' office.

They held him on the chair, then hauled him up and tied him off.

The face of the door is scored and the upper length of this flex is damaged.

It picked up traces of the paint. I think we'll find they match.

So, you're ruling out auto-strangulation?

For his own sexual gratification? No, no semen stains. Pathology will tell us definitely.

Can I get down now?

I thought you liked hanging around, Rich.

Yeah, she's got it written all over her. No life but the job.

Sounds familiar. Mind you, nice legs for a superintendent.

Still...no job for a woman, is it?

Oh, originality is not your strong point, is it?

Oh, hello.

Carradine. Carradine.

Here, leave it out.

Oh, he's dead. He's not gonna complain, is he?

Good morning. How can I help you, officers?

DS Cromwell. DC Bakari, sir.

James Greenlees, managing director.

We're all obviously totally shocked and angered by the news.

I understand you've already apprehended the culprits.

Who told you that? Oh, it's a close-knit community.

Bad news travels fast.

I also have friends in the force.

I understand these two creatures were found in the house with Denis's body,

and that they'd...defiled it.

I'm afraid I can't comment on that, sir.

We're merely gathering some background information on Mr Carradine.

Erm...how well did you know him?

Oh, Denis was liked by everybody.

He was a fine man.

He...he wasn't married, was he?

Did he have any women friends?

What are you suggesting? We're just trying to build up a profile, sir.

Mr Carradine retired?

Oh, quite recently. His mother was in a nursing home. He'd been under a lot of stress.

He hadn't been made redundant?

On the contrary. He was a great loss. A great loss.

Oh.

We understood he was having difficulties paying his mother's nursing bills.

Did he have any financial difficulties you were aware of?

No. But then one wouldn't, of course, encourage that kind of familiarity.

We'd heard there'd been some sort of problem with his work.

Something about some charges being dropped.

We had a problem with our VAT return, Constable.

Look, can I ask you on whose authority you are making these inquiries? I'm sure DCI Raymond -

DCI Raymond isn't in charge of the case, sir.

Well, who is? Superintendent Tennison, sir.

She's been seconded in.

Right, any prints? There's prints all over the shop.

We'll run them through the computer, but it'll take time.

Oh...

Did you get this?

Do it, would you? Anything else?

Well, we didn't get any off the flex round the victim's neck. Must have wiped them.

Hmm, money problems?

Didn't leave him much, did they?

What they can't steal they smash.

Christ, that's sad.

What's that? His favourite band was Status Quo.

Who's that?

Guv. I think I've got a more detailed description.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

'So, have you got that, Ian?' Yeah. Long hair. An earring.

Scar on his arm. It's not a lot to go on, guv.

'OK.' Yeah, right.

Right, I'll tell them to take it easy. See you later.

We're making enquiries about somebody we believe to be in this area.

Yeah, well, I don't live here. MAN: What's going on? Polly?

(MOUTHING)

Yeah?

He's up above! Get up the stairs. I'll stay this end and cut him off. Move!

(SIREN) Hold it! Stop! Police!

Oi! Get somebody down below! Block off all the stairwells!

Don't let him get down!

Shit! We're gonna lose him. There's too many exits.

Oi! Oi, stop!

Stay back! Just take it easy!

Come here!

Don't just stand there!

(HORN BLARING)

(THUD)

You asked for house-to-house inquiries and you got it.

I didn't want them to go in mob-handed.

The Larchmont, in case you hadn't realised, is a hostile environment.

I'm not sending my officers in without adequate protection.

You wanted Michael Thomas and you've got him.

Yes, in a coma, thank you very much.

Whatever happened to community policing?

So, where does that leave us with these kids?

One half-dead, the other scared shitless.

Look, they didn't need to be in there...

All right, all right!

(SIGHS) What else have we got?

We found some correspondence. Looks like he remortgaged his mother's house.

I thought the old lady owned it.

More to the point, where's the money gone?

180,000 quid. That's a lot of money.

Yeah, and he certainly wasn't using it to pay off his debt.

He had final demands all over the shop.

Check his bank statements.

Find out exactly when Denis took possession of his mother's house.

A visitor, ma'am. Superintendent's Office.

A Mr Greenlees.

Of course, feel free to say anything you think necessary...

Ah, Superintendent. Mr Greenlees.

How do you do? I'm Chairman of the Police Consultative Committee.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Nice to see you, Bob, Peter.

Well, what can I do for you, Mr Greenlees?

Well, you may not be aware, Superintendent,

but there's a lot of fear in this community.

Some would say justifiably so.

People here feel police are fighting a losing battle against crime.

Public confidence is very low.

Well, we do our best.

Do you?

This morning, Superintendent, two of your officers,

DS Cromwell and a coloured chap, came to see me in my office.

On entering, I found them rifling through a pile of the club's private correspondence.

Really?

Did you confront the officers?

I didn't.

To be honest, I couldn't believe what was happening.

It's not the sort of behaviour you expect from police officers.

Quite. I appreciate that.

Well, I assure you, I'll look into the matter and speak to the officers. I do apologise.

Fine. We'll say no more about it, then.

We all want you to apprehend the murderers, Superintendent, but...

we are not the criminals.

I see no reason why we should be treated as such.

Quite.

I wasn't rifling his office. I just picked it up.

So, you don't deny it? It wasn't his property.

It was addressed to Carradine.

Do you really think he'd have given it to us?

Well, you didn't give him a chance.

Look, he's Chairman of the PCC. That doesn't make him God.

It does not make him a criminal, either.

Now, you may behave like this with DCI Raymond, but you do not with me. Do you understand?

Yes, guv.

Lucky he didn't make a complaint.

Go on, out, the pair of you.

If you're looking for any favours, you're looking in the wrong place.

Understand? One more, you're out.

Basically, Denis was a very kind man.

He had his problems, but then we all do.

Problems?

Well, he was 46 years old and still living with his mother.

I think, underneath, he was quite a lonely person.

We were actually at school together. My father was his parents' solicitor.

So, it seemed like a natural progression that I should take over.

It's very sad.

It is. Well, thanks for your help, Mrs Henry. I won't keep you any longer.

My pleasure. Let me show you out.

Polly, what are you doing? Borrowing a fiver.

You were busy, Mummy.

I'm not supposed to disturb you when you're busy - remember?

Children. Who'd have them? Not me. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Yes, well, will you make sure the magistrate understands we need Sheila Bower in our custody?

Thank you, Constable.

Christ, whose side are they on?

Definitely not ours.

I get the distinct impression that we're the bad guys.

Richard...

Do you fancy a drink?

I've got to re-tile the bathroom.

Guv, are you all right?

All right? What do you mean? Of course I'm all right.

See you tomorrow. Yeah, see you tomorrow.

Micky Thomas, ma'am. He's dead.

Thank you, Sergeant. Saves us the expense of a trial.

Shit!

Yes? A whisky and soda, please.

With ice? No.

I hear young Micky's turned terminal.

Looks like there'll be an inquiry.

I'll manage. No thanks to wallies like you.

You won't.

A word of advice.

Don't think you can come down here and teach us how to do our jobs. All right?

I'm gonna have to go, Pete. Bye.

It's not what you think. How's your wife, by the way?

She's fine. Still getting it regularly...

which you're obviously not.

(SIGHS)

Large scotch, scotch and soda and a gin and tonic.

Yes, all right. I'm coming.

A large scotch, a scotch and soda and a gin and tonic.

There is a queue, you know.

Dad, please. People are complaining.

Who? I own 30 per cent of this club.

I greatly resent being told how to behave by my son in my own club. Now, I'll have my drinks, please.

Dad! Please!

Paul's under enormous stress.

You know, with this inquiry business.

You should stop him drinking.

I mean, you are his wife.

What difference does that make?

I tell you, I've had four months of hell since he was suspended.

Our sex life is practically nonexistent.

Some nights, he doesn't even bother to come home.

Come on, Hamish. Get it right, for Pete's sake.

No, no. Your money is no good around here, Paul.

These are on me.

Do the honours, Hamish.

The boys in blue taking a night off, are they, Pete?

I'm sure that would make Denis Carradine very happy(!)

(ANNOUNCEMENT OVER TANNOY)

(DIALLING)

Oh, hello... 'This is Dr Patrick Schofield.

Could you please leave a message after the tone?'

(BLEEP)

Hello, Dr Patrick Schofield.

This is...

Superintendent Jane Tennison calling.

Erm...

I just want...

Well, I was going to leave a message that...

Er...I'll call you back.

Bye.

You idiot.

I hope he's not driving tonight. We'll get a cab.

Very wise.

Good-looking man.

A wanker.

Paul, will you stop using such language? I can't bear it.

Oh, dear! You can't bear it? How frightfully infra-dig of me!

If you'll excuse me, Maria.

Sorry.

Sorry. Don't apologise to me.

I'm not your wife.

Do yourself a favour, Paul.

Stop drinking, before you really blow it.

Now, listen. Yes, I'm sorry.

It's just that Denis being murdered like that...

Paul, listen. I've got to talk to you.

Er...Lynne gone?

Yes. She had a headache.

I think everyone's upset about what happened to poor Denis.

I know, I know. It's beyond belief.

Peter Raymond tells me one of the thugs jumped off a balcony at the Larchmont, trying to escape.

Did they catch him?

Well, he died, unfortunately.

Well, I suppose that's some sort of justice.

There are two distinct lines of bruises on the neck.

One upper, one lower.

Now, note the haemorrhaging flowering up from the lower contusions

to cover the neck and face.

This is absolutely consistent with death by strangulation.

The pressure of blood in the vessels above the ligature is massively increased and they burst.

However, in this case, the flex was found around the upper area of bruising.

There should be no haemorrhaging below it.

Any significance to the scarf tied around the flex?

Stops the skin burning. It's not uncommon in auto-strangulation.

The person wants the sexual stimulation of the hypoxic state,

but he also wants to control the pain.

I thought you said this wasn't self-inflicted.

It wasn't.

Whoever did this was trying to make it look as though it was.

Scratches and abrasions to the rear of the neck

and bruising to the shins.

Looks as if he was garrotted from behind.

So, the assailant is likely to have been a man?

That's a very sexist assumption, Superintendent.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

86.7 per cent likely to have been a man.

Hmm.

Ah, Jane. Fancy a spot of breakfast?

Do I have a choice? No.

Well, I hope you're paying, Mike. I am.

So, to what do I owe this honour?

Michael Thomas. You realise there's going to have to be an inquiry?

Good. Superintendent Mallory and his mates deserve all they get.

You were heading the investigation.

No, that wasn't down to me. That was down to the local plod.

That is not what I hear from DCI Raymond.

DCI Raymond's an arsehole. Been transferred out of every nick he's been in.

Hold on. Your opinion of him is totally irrelevant.

He is the local DCI and you've overstayed your welcome.

Now, you've nicked the culprits, so let him get on with it.

Well, I'm very sorry to tell you this,

but Micky Thomas did not kill Denis Carradine.

What do you mean? Look...

He wasn't tortured. He was not sexually abused.

Can I help you? I'll have the full breakfast, please.

And for me, please.

Whoever did this strangled him, then made it look like a sex game. Why?

Plus, he's remortgaged his mother's house for 180 grand,

and he can't pay his bills.

Where's that money gone? Doesn't add up.

All right. All right, but you've got two days, Jane.

And I want a favour in return.

What? The Police Consultative Committee meet tonight.

I told Mr Greenlees you would be their guest.

Greenlees? Has he spoken to you?

Someone seems to have got up his nose.

So, keep him sweet - all right?

Politics, Jane. It's what this job's all about.

Use your social skills.

If you've got any. (SIGHS)

I know there's gonna be an inquiry.

You're absolutely right there's gonna be an inquiry.

Michael Thomas died whilst you were pursuing him, so get your story straight.

The van just came out of nowhere. So write it down.

Good morning.

Well, contrary to rumour, I am still on the case, so let's get on with it.

Get off the phone, Christine.

The pathologist has confirmed murder.

He sets the time of death at approximately 8pm.

So, now, can we place Sheila Bower at the scene of the crime at that time?

A woman was seen at the house earlier that day. Well-dressed, 40-ish.

So, no, we can't. And Micky Thomas does not have a scar on his arm or an earring.

So, if our witness is to be believed, it's not him, either.

I don't buy it. Thomas's prints were all over the place.

Yeah, but not on the flex.

He probably wiped it. And left the rest?

No, my guess is, they only just got there.

The pathologist has said he was strangled first and strung up after,

to make it look like a sex game.

Can you imagine a pair of kids doing that?

Might have bashed his head in, but not that. That's too calculated.

Brilliant. So, where does that leave us?

We're looking for the real killer, Ian.

Not just easy targets. Novel idea, isn't it?

Micky Thomas is dead, Sheila.

I'm sorry.

You bastards! You bloody bastards!

You bastards! You bastards!

You bastards!

Put her in the chair. All right. You bastards.

She's now sitting in the chair. Let her go. Let her go.

(TEARFULLY) You couldn't get him one way, so you got him another.

It was an accident, Sheila, and that's the truth.

Yeah...you would say that.

And those bastards didn't do this to my leg, did they?

Do you want to make a complaint?

What, so your lot can say I fell over a wall?

Forget it. You ain't stitching me up. I didn't see nothing and I didn't do nothing!

What are you looking at?

Squatting with Micky, were you, Sheila?

Samuel Johnston House?

Micky claiming the housing, was he?

Yeah, up to your neck in shit and syringes.

And hawking your dole cards, come Fridays.

Yeah, know it, do you? I grew up there.

So stop pissing about with all this stitched-me-up bullshit.

You were there. Micky was there. His prints were all over the shop.

Bollocks!

You don't get it, do you?

You think these bastards are stitching you up, and all the time you're doing it for them!

They want you to be guilty, Sheila.

They all do, everyone.

You're just another piece of shit from the Larchmont.

And they're gonna flush you away.

Now, where were you 8pm Sunday night?

Doing a house in Turner Street.

Micky got in through the kitchen, but an alarm went off, so we legged it.

That's why we tried the other place.

We were speeding. We didn't even know he was there.

Well, you sounded like you knew what you were talking about in there. That's always an advantage.

Turner Close.

Uniform confirmed a break-in at 8:10 on Sunday night.

The alarm was triggered.

I knew it.

Raymond didn't.

Look, I slept with him, ma'am, but I'm not in his pocket.

So, do you really believe all that?

To the Country Club lot, if you're Larchmont, you're guilty.

Yeah, but they're not running the case. I am.

And do you really think you're gonna get thanked for this?

I'm telling you - these people think they own the place, and us.

I mean, Greenlees complains about the letter, but is he coming clean?

About what? There was no VAT investigation at the club. I checked.

Oh, really? Guv?

Come on in, Rich. You're one of the girls.

Sorry, but there's something you should take a look at.

On 23 June, 180 grand gets paid into Carradine's bank account.

Right, and on the very same day, he writes a cheque for the same amount to an H Torres.

Hernandez Torres & Partners are the company that bought Burdett House.

I got the details from the Land Registry. They're based in the Bahamas.

And their contact number in this country is Pitt, Henry, James & Partners.

Maria Henry. Denis's solicitor. See what she knows.

And get this VAT business sorted out once and for all.

Not you, Chris. Not with your sneaky little fingers. Don't want another complaint, do we?

Thank you, Jane.

So, you can tell us nothing of Hernandez Torres & Partners, then?

Other than they use this firm as a local office, no. It's quite a common practice.

Why would it be common practice for Panamanian lawyers to do that?

I'm afraid I can't answer that, Sergeant.

I'm bound by the Client Confidentiality Act.

You'd get me struck off.

Look, can I ask what all this is about?

Mr Carradine seems to have paid a large sum of money to this company. We'd like to know why.

I'm sorry. As I say, I can't comment on that.

I don't follow, Mrs Henry.

You represented Denis and his mother. You also represent the Torres partners.

Now, Denis pays Torres £180,000,

and yet you seem to be saying you knew nothing about it.

What I'm actually saying, Sergeant,

is that for me to make any comment at all

would be a breach of my client's confidentiality

and therefore unlawful.

Look, off the record,

if, as I think you're suggesting,

Denis chose to buy into an offshore company,

then he probably did so to keep his investment private.

He's quite within his rights. It's perfectly legal, and I wouldn't have to know about it.

(BUZZER) Well, thank you for being so frank, Mrs Henry.

Could you tell us anything about the sale of Burdett House?

Not really.

Other than some minor conveyancing,

this office had nothing to do with the purchase.

Any idea how much they paid for it?

Somewhere in the region of £300,000. (BUZZER)

Jane, I said no calls.

Look, I'm sorry to be blunt, and believe me, I'd like to help,

but what's all this got to do with Denis's murder?

Well, that's what we need to find out.

Hamish, either the police were called in or they weren't.

Now, which one was it?

Look, I've been told n-n-not to say anything - all right?

No, it's not all right.

If no-one is gonna talk to us, how the hell are we expected to find who murdered Denis Carradine?

I thought you already had.

Are you gonna tell us or what?

They treated him like shit.

You know - a bit like me, really.

He used to laugh and say we'd m-m-make a good team.

He showed them, though - he had his hand in the till for m-m-months.

They never even knew.

He used to fiddle the accounts to h-h-hide it.

So, when did they discover this?

Last week. They got Raymond in to sort it out.

DCI Raymond? Yeah.

Hamish!

Look, I've g-g-g-got to go.

Oh, yo, yo!

These are firing, man!

You can do this professional.

Yeah? Tell my old m-m-man.

He thinks w-w-working here is all I'm g-g-good for.

Well, he's wrong.

Who is your dad?

P-P-Paul.

Paul Endicott. Hey, I know her.

That's... What's her name?

Polly. She's the daughter of that solicitor.

MAN: Hamish!

Maria Henry, yeah. Yeah.

Nice woman.

Close friend of my father's.

No, I'm just her daughter. Well, I'm not responsible for the telephone bill.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Look, I'm gonna have to go, OK? Yeah, I'll tell her.

(KNOCKING)

Your mum not in?

No. She was. She's gone to work.

Good.

Hair's nice.

You gonna invite me in, then?

Why wasn't I told that Denis Carradine was caught embezzling funds from the Huntington Club?

What? You heard me.

You went there last week. You interviewed him.

And he was subsequently sacked.

Who told you that?

They wanted it kept discreet. I didn't think it was relevant.

Bollocks! I'm the senior officer here.

I'll decide what's relevant.

And if I find you're covering up for someone, I swear, I'll mark your card good.

I've got a tenner. What is it?

Speed or something. Who cares?

A tenner? We're not gonna get very much with that, are we?

Look, I don't like him coming here, Poll.

Don't be stupid. These old farts will never know the difference.

Well, my old man would. Any old excuse and I'll be out on my ear.

Yeah, well, he's all talk.

Well, one of these days, he'll open his lying mouth

and I'll put my fist in it.

Hello? Hello?

Er...yeah? Hello?

Is there anyone there?

Chris, she's a solicitor. She has a responsibility to protect her clients' interests.

Fancy her, do you? I could show her the error of her ways, yeah!

Richard - Burdett House. You heard anything from the Council?

No. Ten minutes of Mantovani, then the line went dead.

Someone must know something. If they do, they're not saying.

H Torres, a partnership of Panamanian lawyers.

Totally legit and totally uninterested in answering questions.

What a surprise. What about this woman at Denis's? Got a description?

Not much. I rechecked. She could have had red hair.

Maria Henry's got red hair.

Denis had been phoning her all week. We got a printout from BT.

Now, that's interesting. Richard, let's pay her a social visit.

Now, anyone been to Burdett House yet?

For God's sake! Come on, Richard.

Come on!

They all look the same and smell the same.

Know what the Russians call them? No. What?

Stack a prole. What's this one called, again?

Fort Larchmont.

Otherwise known as the Larchmont Estate.

Larchmont Estate! Makes it sound pretty.

Like somewhere you might actually want to live.

300 grand for this lot? Someone's having us on.

I think it's time to have a talk to Mrs Henry.

I understand that you feel unable to comment on this case

or grant us access to any of your files.

That's correct. I honestly feel I've been as frank as I dare be.

Divorced, aren't you, Mrs Henry?

I'm sorry, but what's my private life got to do with this investigation?

Well, we're trying to build a profile of Denis Carradine and his friends.

Now, when was the last time you spoke to Mr Carradine?

Well, I don't really know.

Over a week ago. It was at the club.

Oh...

We have...

We have a record of Denis Carradine's phone calls,

that show that he called you three times on the day he was murdered.

Really?

Do they show I actually spoke to him?

I do have a secretary, you know. I do have an answer-phone.

Messages are all logged in the diary.

Please be my guest.

This is just a formality, and I'm sorry to have to ask you this,

but could you tell me where you were on the night that Denis was murdered?

That is, between about 7:00 and 9:00.

Am I a suspect in this case?

No. I don't think anyone is suggesting that.

Good.

Having dinner with Paul Endicott and his wife at the club.

20 or 30 people can give us an alibi, if you really think it's necessary.

You may find it quaint, Superintendent,

but I have a reputation in this town.

And it's very important to me.

In future, before you doubt my honesty,

please check your facts first.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I am rather busy.

Are we to understand that the girl you arrested in connection with this murder

has been released?

Yes, we couldn't hold her any longer, but she was charged with breaking-and-entering.

And we all know what that means. I understand your disappointment,

but burglary is not murder.

Now, Michael Thomas is already dead.

You wouldn't want us to charge Sheila with something she didn't do,

something upon which we could get no conviction.

It's easy to ridicule middle-class values.

But we have rights too.

We want to protect what we worked for.

Actually, we've been relatively lucky so far.

If we'd had the Housing Association development right on our doorstep,

we'd have been in trouble.

Housing association? There was a dreadful fuss.

There's been an investigation into the sale of Burdett House.

The Chief Planning Officer, Paul Endicott, was suspended.

Investigation? A witch-hunt, more like.

Ask James Greenlees. He'll tell you.

He's Chairman of the Housing Committee.

He had to head the damn thing.

It was absurd. Do you remember?

(DOG BARKING)

Burdett House. OK, let's assume Denis put his 180 grand into buying it.

Thanks. It was 300,000.

Where did the other 120 come from?

He must have had a partner. Well done, Sherlock.

Right. Anything else? Anyone?

Maybe he offered Denis some deal, and Maria did the conveyancing.

Run a financial check on her. I want to see those office files.

Get a court order. See how she reacts.

(PHONE RINGING) Tennison.

Greenlees is chairman of the Housing Committee. He's Endicott's boss. He must be involved.

Oh, you've no proof of that.

I want Greenlees interviewed, and here at the nick, not all comfy at home.

Christ. Being a Tory councillor's not a sin.

He lied about Denis getting sacked. That don't mean he killed him.

Shut up, please!

Sorry, not you. What did you say?

Well, thank you.

Denis Carradine's car was found torched

outside Maria Henry's house last night.

I want that court order.

So, why should someone steal Denis Carradine's car,

park it outside your house...

..and then set light to it?

For God's sake, I keep telling you! I've no idea.

It's probably those yobs on the estate that you let go.

Oh, it was all a coincidence, was it?

You don't really expect us to believe that, do you, Mrs Henry?

Well, frankly, I don't care what you believe. It happens to be the truth.

Mrs Henry, I'm obliged to inform you that we've applied for a court order

to search your premises and impound any documents relevant to this case.

Thank you.

This is outrageous!

Some joy-rider leaves a car outside my house, and you raid my office?

You leave us no alternative. I hope it doesn't damage your reputation.

Hello. Hello.

What's going on?

Where the hell were you last night?

With friends. I told you I was staying over -

You liar! You were at the Larchmont Estate.

If you're using drugs, I'll kill you!

Polly...

I'm sorry.

Please, darling...

(CRYING)

Sit down, please.

Well...

Oh, this is absurd!

Good God, can't we leave the man some dignity?

All right, all right.

Denis was...

..homosexual.

He was seen at certain pubs and clubs.

That's why he needed the money - to pay for their services.

Now you know why I would have preferred to keep this private.

Really? And who saw him at these clubs?

The Chief Inspector would like a word in his office.

Yeah.

When we're finished.

So? Who saw him, Mr Greenlees?

Now, Inspector.

I'll be back in five minutes.

I expect Mr Greenlees to be here when I get back.

Eight quid? You've gotta be joking!

It's all I've g-g-got.

Please, Geoff.

Oh, go on, then.

Seeing as it's you.

Santa's arrived.

Do the honours, then, Hamish.

Chop-chop. Couple of Bacardi and Cokes.

That all right for you, Poll? Yeah, great.

Well, come on, then, Hamish. Chop-chop. On the double.

P-P-Polly - s-s-she's underage.

You wanna get that s-s-seen to, mate.

Two B-B-Bacardi and C-C-Cokes - all right?

N-N-No, I c-c-can't.

Right. Well, I'll s-s-serve myself, then.

Fast hands, boy.

Fast hands.

Put that b-b-back!

M-M-Make me.

(GRUNTS)

Hamish, is your father here?

Mum, this is Geoff.

I don't believe it.

I mean, look at you two - you could be sisters. Can I get you a drink, Mrs Henry?

No, thank you. Polly and I are leaving.

Well, surely you could stop for a drink, Mrs Henry. I'm buying.

Now, Polly. Please, darling. Come on.

Erm...Mrs Henry, I have the police on the phone.

Your secretary gave them the number. They said it's rather urgent.

Right. I'd better be going. See you later, Mrs Henry. Hello?

Polly? Wait. I'll come with you, Geoff.

Polly, wait, please!

Yes, three o'clock. I'll be there. OK.

Polly! Polly!

So, we're just coming up behind the stolen car.

And moving alongside.

(BLEEP)

And this is the frame we've got.

That's it after enhancement.

Do you recognise him, Mrs Henry?

No. I'm sure I've never seen him before.

No. I'm positive.

Lynne? Lynne!

Hamish cut his hand.

Well, he's dropped blood all over the carpet.

Hamish! Paul, he's hurt his hand.

Hamish, why aren't you at work?

I-I-I...

Oh, for God's sake!

..w-w-was.

You weren't. I was just there.

I thought you weren't going to the club, Paul.

I had to talk to Jimmy Greenlees about that Council meeting tonight.

Hamish!

(DOOR BELL)

Mr Endicott? Superintendent Tennison.

This is Detective Sergeant Cromwell.

Well, we didn't see him socially.

We might occasionally bump into him at the club. That was all.

So, you had no business connection with Mr Carradine?

No. Why?

You were involved in the sale of Burdett House.

Did you know that Denis Carradine was involved in the development company that bought it?

No, I didn't.

Was the sale of Burdett House your decision?

Mine? (CHUCKLES)

You obviously have no idea how local government works, do you?

Perhaps you should go on a course, Sergeant.

Do people have courses for things like that?

Or would you like me to lecture on one? I am tremendously available.

No, a vote was taken. A democratic vote of the whole Planning Committee.

And who decided the selling price?

Look, you and I both know that this has got bugger all to do with Denis.

This is an abuse of my privacy, and I'm not gonna have it.

Mr Carradine's solicitor puts the selling price at around £300,000.

For 200 acres of prime land.

Would you not agree that that's well below the market price?

There's a Council meeting tonight. Why don't you ask them?

Now, if you will excuse me...

Denis Carradine's solicitor, Maria Henry.

She's...

a friend of yours, isn't she?

My private life is my own affair. It's got sod-all to do with you lot.

Lynne, these ladies are leaving.

(SHOUTING AND BOOING)

Once again, Mr Chairman, we discover a favoured developer

bidding less and still being awarded the contract.

(CHEERING)

And not because of the efficacy of its proposal. Oh, no!

Because it suits the political aspirations of this Council.

(CHEERING)

Point of order!

Mr Mason, sit down.

It is exactly this climate of witch-hunt...

and hysteria,

whipped up by the opposition and the press,

that has hampered this internal inquiry...

(SHOUTING)

..and...and caused the delay in the publication of our findings.

Yet again we are faced with the evidence

of the corrupt and secretive way this Council conducts its business!

(CHEERING)

Withdraw that remark!

Why? It's the truth.

Order! Point of order!

Mr Mason, if you don't sit down, I shall have to have you removed.

(SHOUTING)

You should be removed. Point of order!

Stewards! Clear the chamber.

Out, out, out!

This meeting is now formally adjourned.

(SHOUTING AND CHANTING)

Just sit her down, please.

(GROANS)

Police officer. She's got a warrant, you pillock!

This is typical of your conduct since you arrived in this borough.

From your failure to control your officers to your harrying of innocent people.

I believe your entire agenda has been politically motivated.

Got any comment to make about that, Superintendent?

Superintendent!

You wanted to see me?

What is this all about? Democracy in action?

It didn't happen like that. A politically-motivated witch-hunt?

Greenlees wants us off the case. He's not the only one.

Cromwell's suspended. You're back here - now. Raymond's taking over.

Now, look... No, you look. You've got no bloody case.

Burdett House is definitely a part of -

Don't give me that conspiracy crap. I don't want to hear it.

All right.

All right. Well, let me put it this way.

Supposing some hairy left-wing journalist got hold of the story

that the Met did nothing about a major Council fraud...

associated with a murder?

Conspiracy is exactly what they'd call it.

I don't know, but the press do have a funny way

of finding out about these things, don't they?

Are you threatening me?

I want Cromwell back on the case.

Politics, Mike. It's what it's all about.

Get a result, Jane.

Of course, sir.

(VOMITING)

Where have you been? You've had me worried sick.

Drink too much, did he? Don't be so bloody facetious!

I asked you a question.

With Geoff - all right?

I stayed with Geoff.

You've got your lover, and I've got mine.

You stupid little slut!

Yeah, well, at least mine's not cheating on his wife.

Polly! Polly, please!

(DOOR CLOSES)

What are we gonna do? Oh, for God's sake, stop your snivelling!

(PHONE RINGING)

Christine.

I want to have a few words about personal security.

(LAUGHTER)

Yeah. You may well laugh, lads, but it's better safe than sorry.

Look, about this damage-limitation stuff...

Taken to wearing nappies, Josh?

All right. Out, the lot of you.

Sparing my feelings?

Greenlees phoned Kernan. Kernan saw the newspaper.

So, I'm off the case?

Look, Chris, Greenlees has set himself up

as the unofficial spokesman of this community,

and this community, for reasons best known to itself, accepts him as such.

Now, we serve this community,

so, regardless of our opinion of him, he is entitled to our courtesy.

Oh, you were there.

Bloody hell! His sort are so good at yelling for courtesy,

there's sod-all left for anyone else. He's scared you off, just like the rest.

You were out of line in his office and you were out of line last night.

Have you finished? No, I have not, so shut up and sit down!

I put my job on the line for you this morning.

I don't know why. You sure as hell haven't earned it. So start.

I'm not suspended?

It's on hold.

I want Denis Carradine's killers.

Chris, I want them all.

And you can help us get them.

Just...just don't let your pride blow it for us - all right?

Right.

Well, where's Raymond? He's not gonna be pleased.

You bastards.

(SHOUTING)

Police! Open the door.

Right, in you go.

(SHOUTING)

Get off!

(SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

(SIREN)

Geoff?

That is why they call them the filth!

Right little slag, ain't you?

Geoff...

All right. How much?

Oh, come on. You don't think I'm gonna do it for nothing, do you?

Can't afford it, eh?

You got your mummy's problem.

Two slags in one family. I should have known.

I don't understand.

Why are you doing this to me?

Ahh...

Does little Polly want to know why?

Denis knew about the Council fraud. We knew he was desperate for money.

But we're still no closer to the actual killers.

Maria and Endicott have both got alibis.

They could have paid someone.

Yeah. Why pay someone to kill the blackmailer?

You might as well just pay the blackmailer.

They couldn't, anyway, guv. She's skint.

We've checked her accounts.

And Endicott's in the middle of this inquiry. He'd dare not.

Which puts us back to square one.

Pull Maria in, guv. What have we got to lose?

A lot. She's been to law school. She'll run legal rings around us.

Got a female downstairs, name of Henry.

She doesn't look too good.

She's brought herself in. Dinner on a plate.

The doctor's on his way. Who did this to you, Polly?

A man. Geoffrey Brennan.

I want him arrested. Bastard.

OK. Does your mother know you're here?

What does she care? She wanted this to happen.

What are you talking about? He got thrown out of the army.

She kept telling me not to go near him, acted like she hated him.

All right.

Just calm down.

Tell me what happened.

She saw us at the club yesterday.

She freaked.

I went back with him.

Stayed the night.

When she found out, she went mad.

Completely mad.

Called me a slut in front of Paul.

Paul? Who's Paul?

Her boyfriend.

Paul Endicott.

It's all right for her - she can do what she likes,

but when it's me, she starts screaming and shouting.

Right. So, you went back to Geoff?

I thought he wanted me.

He called me a slag.

He kept laughing and sneering.

He said he'd only done it with me to get at my mother.

I wanted to kill him!

And where did this happen?

A flat on the Larchmont Estate.

Dragonda House.

Polly, can you describe Geoff for me?

Got him! Josh, get Maria Henry in. What on?

Nothing. Tell her her daughter's been beaten up. Keep them apart.

Ian, you entertain her. The rest of you, come with me.

Where? To arrest Geoffrey Brennan for the murder of Denis Carradine.

Who the hell's Geoffrey Brennan? Bound to be a Tory councillor!

Hey, Derek!

What's going on? DCI Raymond nicked Sheila Bower.

Smashed up the squat. It's not a great idea.

Who sanctioned this? Your Chief Superintendent felt

the squatter and drug problem was getting out of hand.

Oi! Excuse me.

Oh, it's all a bloody game, isn't it?

Guv.

(KNOCKS) Mr Brennan!

Police.

Police!

Anyone?

Guv.

(DOGS BARKING)

It'll be half an hour soon. Where the hell is he?

Oh, it's all right. Here he is.

Two in a week. Still, think of the overtime, eh?

Ma'am, looks like we may have a witness.

Then there was this couple in this green Jeep-type thing.

Parked up in the middle of all the aggravation.

I thought to myself, 'You leave it there and you're asking for trouble.' Then this bloke gets out.

So, this Jeep - was it a Range Rover?

Oh, I don't know.

And when I came back up again, he was banging on matey boy's door.

George, would you recognise this man again?

Well, I was keeping my head down.

He was tall... Yeah, maybe.

What about the other person? No, I only saw her for a second.

Lovely red hair, though. Long?

No. Only to about here.

If I've been dragged down here under false pretences,

I shall be making a complaint.

That is your prerogative.

Burdett House.

We know Denis Carradine bought it from the Council.

It cost somewhere in the region of £300,000.

Cheap for such a large property, wouldn't you say?

I wouldn't really know. We were only involved in the conveyancing. It was a crumbling heap.

With planning permission for luxury homes.

Inside information that you knew.

Paul Endicott told you.

The Council had to sell Burdett House as quickly as possible,

to stop a housing co-operative from buying it.

Not the right kind of people.

The buyers stood to make a fortune.

You and Denis.

Were you his silent partner, Maria?

No!

That would be both illegal and unethical.

Yes, exactly what the Council's gerrymandering policy was.

And when it blew up in their faces and they withheld planning permission,

you and Denis were left holding a property worth nothing.

That is pure speculation, and you know it.

(CLEARS THROAT) Erm...

How would you define your relationship with Paul Endicott?

He's a friend.

Our families meet socially.

So, any suggestion that you are involved in a sexual relationship...

..would be quite untrue?

His wife is a friend of mine, Superintendent.

I see.

And when did you last see Mr Endicott?

I don't really know. A few days ago.

Really? Didn't you see him this morning?

Absolutely not! Who told you that?

Your daughter Polly.

You see, she seems to think the two of you have been having an affair for months.

Mrs Henry?

Have you interviewed her?

Polly is 15, Superintendent. She's a minor.

It is unlawful to interview a minor

without a parent or guardian present. You are aware of that?

Polly came to us with a complaint.

We investigated. She wasn't interviewed.

I hope not. For your sake.

And Mr Endicott?

Is a friend. That's all.

I see.

We've compiled an ID of a man seen earlier

at Denis Carradine's house on the night of the murder.

The description matches a man called Geoffrey Brennan. Do you know him?

No.

This is Geoffrey Brennan.

This is the man who stole Denis's car

and set fire to it outside your house.

The man we showed you on the video.

Do you still maintain you do not recognise him?

Yes, I've already told you.

Did you know your daughter was sleeping with him?

What are you talking about? She's 15!

And she says you met them together yesterday.

Yesterday?

Yes, at the Huntington Club.

Yes, I met someone there, but he didn't look like that.

Oh, you're going to have to do better than that, Maria.

The only way you could have obtained this so-called information, Superintendent,

is illegally.

If so, you'll be in a great deal of trouble.

Your daughter came here with her face in a mess and accused Brennan of attacking her.

Now, we went to arrest him and found him dead.

It's as simple as that.

I don't believe that.

You believe what you like.

You see, we have a description of a man and a woman,

seen at the time of Brennan's murder, that matches you and Paul Endicott.

I think that you and your lover conspired to murder Denis Carradine

and employed Geoffrey Brennan to do it.

And subsequently, when he threatened you...

..the pair of you got rid of him.

If you really believed that, you'd charge me.

Right, so she's not going to stick her hand up. Maybe there's something in her office.

No way. She's too sure of herself. Covered her tracks.

God, what a bitch! So, what now?

Richard, any news from Brennan's flat?

Yeah. Looks like he was attacked with a hammer. We should get something off it.

Forensic reckon he was given a right whacking.

Let's get Maria printed. Get a court order. Where's Endicott?

Interview room. He's got a solicitor with him.

Right, let's have a crack at him.

Good luck, guv.

Geoffrey Brennan was found murdered at his flat

on the Larchmont Estate at 1:15 today.

God.

Well, it wasn't me.

Maria Henry and you are good friends, aren't you?

Er...yes, yes, we are.

Very...good friends.

She is a family friend. That you sleep with.

Were the two of you involved in the fraudulent purchase of Burdett House?

No. Didn't you recommend the sale to the Planning Committee?

I told you - it was a vote.

Actually, I think the whole scam was your idea.

You see, we know there is a connection between the sale of Burdett House

and Geoffrey Brennan's murder.

Well, it wasn't me. I didn't... I didn't kill him.

We have a witness, who saw a tall man and a red-haired woman

in a green four-wheel-drive at the time of the murder.

My client is under no obligation - Your friend Maria has red hair,

and you drive a green Monterey.

Look, I wasn't there! Where were you at 12 o'clock?

I went out for a walk.

Where? Did anyone see you?

Erm...no.

My client is under no obligation to answer these questions.

Oh, that's right. That's a very good idea. Say nothing, Paul.

I think you and Maria paid Brennan to murder Denis Carradine,

and whatever you say, that's what I'll charge you with.

We'd better get his prints done.

Erm... I'll get a court order.

Look...

I didn't know this Geoffrey Brennan even existed until today.

That's the truth. Erm...

Maria was frightened.

She said someone was threatening her and she asked me to stay over.

Anyway...

..that was when she told me.

Maria - she said she'd done it.

Done what?

Well, that she'd hired Brennan to kill Denis.

Why?

Because he was going to expose the Burdett House deal.

He wanted her to bail him out, but she didn't have the money.

Then where did she find the cash to hire Brennan? You?

No! I knew nothing about it.

You see, Maria said she was going to pay Brennan.

She promised him £2,000, was going to give him half of it up front.

She did that, but she didn't have the rest,

and he...well, he threatened her.

He wouldn't wait. He was furious.

Brennan, he was just completely out of control and...

she said that I should pay him off or...

..or we'd have to get rid of him too.

Is that what you did?

No.

All right.

Paul, if it wasn't you driving your car with Maria Henry...

who do you think it was?

I don't know. I really don't.

Look, the...

The Council inquiry is going to exonerate me,

so why would I risk all that?

I think we'd better take a statement.

You've got to hand it to her. We had the kids marked down for that.

You did. Is there enough to make it stick?

Forensic will sort it out. If he ever gets his act together.

Greenlees is gonna exonerate him? Guv, he's got to be involved.

Chris, I know he's an arrogant shit. That doesn't make him an accessory.

Forget him. We haven't got enough to prosecute these two yet.

About time! Right. Do you want the good news or the bad news?

The good news. That hammer we found.

It's a reasonable bet. The blood grouping looks good and it's covered in prints.

Yes!

The bad news is, none of them match Paul Endicott's.

Well...what about Maria Henry?

Sorry. So far, there's no forensic evidence to put either of them near that flat.

Not finished yet.

(DOOR OPENS)

(BLEEP)

This is Detective Sergeant Cromwell. A continuation of the interview with Maria Henry.

The time is 18:32. Entering the room, Superintendent Tennison.

Well, it's not gonna work, Maria.

Paul Endicott has made a statement.

He says the murders are all down to you.

Rubbish.

He's signed it.

'Brennan strung Denis up and pulled down his trousers and his underpants

to make it look like some kind of sex game.'

He was your oldest friend. Was that your idea?

You even went to see him earlier that day.

We've got an ID, Maria. Why did you do that?

The right to remain silent seems to be a concept you don't fully understand.

Why remain silent if you have nothing to hide? Why lie?

All right. I admit I visited Denis.

(SIGHS) Look, let's try and clear this up once and for all.

Denis had been caught embezzling money from the Huntington Club.

Well, that's why all the phone calls.

I didn't tell you because...

Well, quite frankly, I was embarrassed.

I've got friends at the club, and I didn't want the police

crawling all over my private affairs.

I offered to lend him some money.

Oh, and did Denis accept your kind offer of help?

Of course he didn't, because you didn't make one, did you?

You can't, Maria. You're broke. We know. We've checked.

Your money's tied up in the Burdett House scam.

You couldn't even afford to pay Brennan.

That's completely untrue. I know nothing about that.

It's all down here in black and white.

Paul Endicott is a drunk and a liar.

He's also totally corrupt, and I can prove it.

He approached Denis about Burdett House. I had nothing to do with it.

In fact, if you check my files, you'll see I actually advised Denis against the purchase.

Endicott's been taking kick-backs for years.

I absolutely deny everything he says, and you can't prove otherwise.

Now, I'd like to see my daughter, please.

(SIGHS) It's all circumstantial.

We're gonna have to let her see Polly. No, not yet. Not yet.

Oh, Superintendent. Paul Endicott's wife phoned me.

She was very upset. She told me he'd been arrested.

Yes, yes, that's correct.

There was a murder on the Larchmont -

So I understand.

You've got the wrong man, Superintendent.

I can assure you, Paul wouldn't be seen dead on the Larchmont Estate.

Thank you. We'll bear that in mind. I take it

this is just an informal interview, then, and you'll be releasing him shortly?

Mr Greenlees, someone is dead. He may not have been part of your circle of friends,

but he still had rights, and someone caved his head in.

Now, I'm in charge of this case, and I will decide who gets released and when! All right?

I knew you'd blow it.

Yeah, yeah.

He hums it, you sing it. Dick.

Guv...

Hamish Endicott.

I found him down by the canal, behind the estate.

When I walked up to him, he turns around and says,

'I've killed someone. You'd better lock me up.'

Why did you want to kill him, Hamish?

He's a b-b-b-b...

He's a bastard.

He d-d-didn't deserve to live, after what he d-d-did.

What did he do? You know, to P-P-P...

Polly.

What did he do to Polly?

He...

..r-r-raped her.

And I'd do it again.

Who told you that, Hamish?

Who told you that Brennan raped Polly?

Was it Maria?

No. She told me.

Because that wasn't true. Sh-Sh-She told me.

Hamish, she was lying. N-N-N...

N-N-N...

I'm n-n-not saying any m-m-more.

Hamish, who was it in that car with you?

The red-haired woman. Who was that? Was that Polly?

No!

Was it Maria?

I told you - it was m-m-me!

I did it! On my own! Me!

All right... It was me!

Yeah, all right. All right! It was me! I did it.

Superintendent Tennison, 7:22. I'm suspending this interview.

Hamish, look - I'm turning the tape off.

Get him a tea. Hot tea with lots of sugar.

Hamish...

Come and sit down. Come on.

Come on.

Come on. It's all right.

Come on.

Look.

Denis was a friend of yours, wasn't he?

Yeah.

He was all right.

Hmm.

He was a friend of Maria's too.

Until she had him killed.

No.

She couldn't.

Listen. You know that Maria and your father were lovers, don't you?

Well, she and your father were involved in a fraud.

And Denis was the front man. We've got your father here, Hamish.

He's...helping us with our inquiries.

I don't...

b-b-b-believe you.

It's the truth.

Maria had Denis killed to stop him from talking.

Here.

You see, she paid Brennan to kill him.

And then she got you to get rid of him.

Oh, she used you, my love.

She used you, just like she used Denis,

just like she used your father.

For Christ's sake, why are you trying to protect her?

But she...

All right! All right, play the martyr.

But if you don't start talking soon,

Polly is gonna go down as an accessory to murder.

And do you know what that means, Hamish? That means Polly is gonna go to prison. Prison.

It wasn't her - all right? Well, who was it?

I want to see my daughter. That is not possible.

Now, where were you this afternoon?

Superintendent Tennison entering the room at 7:42pm.

At one o'clock today, you were with Hamish Endicott on the Larchmont.

I was not! I don't -

You lied about your daughter being raped, and then you sent that boy out to do your dirty work for you.

Well, he bungled it. He dropped the hammer.

And he got himself arrested.

He's here. He's told us everything.

Are you saying Hamish murdered Geoffrey Brennan?

Well, as if you didn't know!

Because you were with him.

You were seen.

We have a witness who saw a red-haired woman with him.

Did he say it was me?

Did Hamish say it was me?

Exactly. Who else could it have been?

I haven't the faintest idea. It could just as easily have been my daughter.

Oh, God, you'd do anything, wouldn't you?

I haven't done anything, Sergeant.

You've manufactured a lot of hearsay evidence

that you know won't hold up in court,

and you're panicking.

Polly!

Can you come with us, please?

You too. Come on.

Geoffrey Brennan is dead, Polly.

What?

No!

No, he can't be!

He was murdered.

Hamish Endicott killed him. We know that.

We also know that there was a red-haired female with him.

It wasn't me! I didn't do it! I didn't!

Darling, they're just trying to frighten you. Now, say nothing.

We want you to answer some questions. Oh, Mummy, help me!

It's all right. Mummy won't let them hurt you, darling.

She's under-age. You can't touch her, and you know it.

But I didn't do it! I didn't do it!

Polly... Where were you at one o'clock today, Polly?

I don't know. For God's sake, stop this!

Where were you at one o'clock today?

Why are you doing this to me?

You're under 16, Polly. They can't touch you. Say nothing.

Did you tell Hamish that you'd been raped?

What?

Well, who told Hamish that Geoff had raped you?

Who knew how much he loved you?

Who went out there with him in his father's car, this red-haired woman?

Who gave him a hammer and who told him to bash Geoff's head in?

It wasn't me!

For God's sake, she's just a child!

Mummy, I didn't do it!

What sort of a person would lie like that and let Hamish take the blame?

Stop this! Leave her alone!

You know Hamish is going to go to prison, don't you?

And you're going with him, and do you know why?

Because the woman who was with him is going to let you.

That's a lie!

I never said it was her, and you know it.

Oh, no...

No, they're lying. Darling, I love you.

I wouldn't let anything happen to you.

Someone must have made Hamish kill Geoff, Polly.

Oh, Polly, please!

You slept with him! I didn't.

Polly, I love you.

Liar!

Geoff told me, Mum.

So, if it wasn't you in that car, who was that red-haired woman?

Oh, all right!

All right.

I'll tell you. Just stop this.

Please.

(POLLY CRYING)

CROMWELL: You did it. She's admitted everything. Well done.

She used her daughter, and we did the same. What's the difference?

Another retirement due to ill health?

Give Greenlees a month and it'll be as if none of this ever happened.

Well, it's not our job, is it? But he's as guilty as the rest.

Politics, Chris - that's what it's all about. Politics.

Give me a cigarette, would you?

I didn't know you smoked.

I don't.

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