I reckon It's about time I made an honest woman of you.
Not if your mother has anything to say about it.
I was never good enough for you.
I notice she gave the papers that
school photo of you in the posh uniform.
Yeah.
Did I ever tell you about...
How beautiful she looked at the prize-giving?
How the lads said she looked like a star?
- Yes, you tell me. - Yeah.
But I never told you about after.
After the prize-giving.
I don't know why you go on about it.
You were only at that school two minutes.
All the lads were giving her wolf whistles from the dormitories.
I was walking me mum and dad to the gates.
Mum was being coy, waving to the lads.
She didn't want them to know we didn't have a car
and we were going to catch the bus.
Just as we got to the gates
the lads, they all saw it.
The wind blew her wig off.
You're kidding me? Blew her wig off?
- It wasn't funny, Moyra. - I'm sorry.
My dad ran down the road to try and get it back.
Mum just stood there. I didn't know she had no hair.
Well... Dad tried to help her put it back on but he got the parting all wrong.
Underneath all that glamour she was... ugly.
Like she was someone I never knew.
Did all the kids see it?
Did she ever mention it again?
I've never said anything... but
It's always been obvious to me. I mean...
I just thought it was old age.
How long has she been bald then?
I don't know. She never mentions it.
She still pretends,
always telling me she needs a good shampoo and trim.
Just goes to show you, the Rita Hayworth of Warrington
was really Yul Brynner in disguise.
Did you really mean it about getting married?
I love you, Moyra... I love you, Moyra Henson.
What do you say?
I'll think about it.
DI Mansell to interview room 4C.
Shit.
Yeah.
All right, we've all seen it.
We've all read it. I reckon it's not just me left with egg on my face.
It makes our surveillance lads look like a load of wallies.
Any word on what their readers' survey came up with, ma'am?
For or against female DCis on Homicide?
Oh, you're a biased load of old chauvinists.
And there's thousands more like you.
You could always get a job in pantomime.
- You shit!
It wasn't me, it was Frank.
Sorry to interrupt. You're wanted upstairs, top floor.
Oh, well, it's coming down faster than I gave them credit for.
- See you later. - Right.
Right, now you've all had a jolly good laugh,
get your brains into this lot.
I want it all on the computer so we can cross-reference.
Check any murders that took place
when Marlow was in the vicinity, all right?
- You wanted anything from Oldham. - Oh, thanks, love.
All right, settle down. I don't like this any more than you do.
Got any better ideas, sarge?
I love you. You know I love you.
I wouldn't... I wouldn't two-time on you.
Look, this...
Right, what are you having? I'm buying.
- Cheers. - Thanks.
That's the good news.
But they're taking legitimate surveillance off Marlow.
Shit.
So I'm looking for four volunteers.
Excuse me.
And you're one.
No, no, no. I was going for a slash.
- No, no, no. - Tie a knot in it.
And you're two.
Who, me?
Yeah, come on, surveillance you know is a piece of piss.
- Come on, boys. - Number three.
- Yeah, all right. - Good.
- And Paul, OK? - Right.
Good.
OK. Mine's a large G&T, thanks.
Orange juice, Sherlock?
Get some crisps.
How'd it go? Was it all right?
Well, unless I come up with something soon...
I'm off the case.
He's never given an inch.
Mind your back, Maureen.
Help yourselves.
Cheers.
- Thank you. - There you go.
- What's this? - Skipper coughed up.
Go, go, go.
Cheers, skipper.
Cheers.
Oh, well, cheers, anyway.
Next round.
Look, why don't you lot go home and recharge your batteries?
Anyone for another drink?
Leave off. I've had enough liquid for one day.
I'm off. My wife's mother's down.
She's gonna be up all night.
She makes more trips to the loo than a plumber.
Let's go for a Chinese. You're working too hard.
Why not?
- Eat in or takeaway. - Takeaway.
We've got cases to be looked into.
Oldham, Southport and we're checking another in Warrington.
Ma'am?
Sorry?
Do you want checking out the cases?
Just use anyone who's been cooped up here all day.
- They'll need it. - OK.
I'll take Oldham.
Muddyman, Lillie, Rosper's on Marlow.
That leaves er... Southport. Will you take Southport?
Er... yeah. Yeah, pin it up.
Right.
You'll be able to retire on your overtime, love.
- Good night. - Night.
Come on, boss. Why don't you take a rest, too?
I've got more to lose, Maureen.
You know, we've only got three possibles out of...
God, I've lost track of how many.
What's with Oldham?
He got relatives up there?
- What? - Oldham.
Sergeant Otley asked for their files.
I see he's going up there tomorrow.
All right if I go home now?
- Er... yeah, sure. - Night.
Good night.
- Good night. - Night.
MANCHESTER CITY POLICE
DI JOHN SHEFFORD DCI F. G. NEAL
INVESTIGATING OFFICERS: DCI F. G. NEAL DI MORRELL
END
Listen, I'm sorry I was so late last night.
I'll be home early tonight to set everything up for that dinner.
I'm doing pasta with salmon and cream, OK?
Yeah, fine by me.
What about these? Do you think these will soften up by tonight?
Prawns and mayonnaise. Oh, mayonnaise. Mayonnaise, must not forget the mayonnaise.
Mayonnaise.
OK, I've got to rush off now. Give us a kiss.
If anyone calls me, I'll be in Oldham, OK? Oldham.
Right, Oldham.
Oh, God!
It's my damn bleeper. Hold that.
Mind yourself.
Welcome to Manchester. Have a good journey, Inspector?
I'm DC Jones, actually. This is Chief Inspector Tennison.
Good morning.
The factory closed down in 1984,
then the tarts started bringing customers here.
I think some of them still do.
We got the phone call at 4:00 in the morning.
Some tramp had gone in to doss down for the night.
This is where they used to do the dipping.
The whole place used to be full of big vats.
They'd hang the parts to dry up on these.
Jeannie Sharpe was over there.
Hands tied behind her back?
Face down, head towards us.
She'd been savagely beaten.
Her face was a real mess.
She was naked up top.
Found her shirt outside and her coat in here.
It's a nasty place to finish up.
These tarts bringing their blokes in here.
Bloody well asking for it.
She was 21 years old, sergeant.
These friends of hers you want to talk to,
"slags" isn't the word for them.
Excuse me.
We clean the streets up and back they come like rodents.
Oh, sorry!
Anyway,
we're all together just coming out of the pub.
It's like our local, you know.
Cheers. We'd had a few.
Well, I hadn't. I were on antibiotics.
You can't drink on them, it stops them working.
Yeah, all right, Linda.
Anyway, you know where the pub is?
- No. - It's right on a corner
and he were parked opposite.
Can you tell me what kind of car it was?
It were dark.
I suppose t'car were dark and all.
But it had a lot of shiny chrome on the front, you know.
Like a sort of bar stuck out with badges and stuff.
- He called out. - He called out?
So did he know her name?
I don't think it were her name. I think it were, "How much, slag?"
I said to her, hadn't she had enough for one night?
Yeah, but she was saving up. She wanted to emigrate.
That's right.
Anyway, sorry... So, you saw Jeannie cross the road.
Did you see her get into the car?
- Yeah, she got in. - I looked over, you know, to see.
But he was sort of turning, you know, like this.
You didn't see his face?
I saw the back of his head.
We never saw her again.
She had no-one even to bury her.
We had a whip-round.
Do you fancy a drink?
You don't mind being seen drinking with us, then?
Come on.
That's me and that's Jeannie.
- She was pretty. - She was lovely looking.
Suits you blonde.
I've gone back to the natural look, cost of hairdressing now.
They set you back 25 quid for streaks!
You know, we used to get cut price at our local, but they've gone unisex.
I can't stand having my hair done with a man sat next to me, can you?
All right, Lind?
I've got 15 minutes. The van's outside.
I'm busy right now.
Sod off.
Cop.
Oh, cheers.
The barman says you missed the London Express.
There's one at 4:20.
Cutting it fine. I've got a dinner party.
So, do you recognise that man?
He's a bit tasty, isn't he?
What do you reckon?
He had dark hair.
You thought he had a beard.
Beard? You never mentioned it in your statement.
She couldn't get out the nick fast enough. They're bastards.
And I'll tell you something for nothing.
They never gave a shit about Jeannie.
We're rubbish till they want a jerk-off.
And that big geezer that was doing the investigation...
Him... I'm not saying any names, but...
Well, I will! John Shefford.
They got rid of him faster than a fart.
Didn't they?
Why was that?
I reckon they found out about him and Jeannie.
I mean, the next thing we knew
he's on his bike, gone to London, the bastard!
But aren't all men?
I mean, we've got four kids between us, you know.
Jeannie never stood a chance.
Her foster dad was screwing her when she was seven.
She was out on the streets at 14.
And that Shefford... he used to tell her he'd take care of her.
Well, he never found out who killed her.
And if you ask me, he never even tried.
She was strung up like a piece of meat hanging from a hook.
What?
How do you know that?
Well, the dosser who found her, he told me.
Er... this man, do you know his name?
He's dead, years back.
But he told me she was strung up by her arms...
on a hook.
Have you got a cigarette?
No, no, no. Frank knows the restaurant. He'll meet us there.
Yeah. Yeah, about ten minutes.
Bye.
- Do you know what time it is? - Yes. I'm sorry. I missed the fast train.
Forget it.
I cancelled dinner when you weren't here by seven o'clock.
We're eating out.
You look knackered. You should go to bed.
- But I've got all the food. - Just forget it.
- Oh, Peter, I'm sorry. - So am I, Jane.
Just once I wanted you to do something for me.
I mean, this is important to me.
My business is going down the tubes.
I have to go.
Don't you want me to come with you?
- No, I don't! - Well, thanks a lot.
You know, I broke my neck trying to get here.
It's always you, isn't it, Jane ?
You, you, you. You don't care about anything else.
No, I'm wrong.
You care.
You care about your lads,
you care about your rapists and your tarts.
Well, I've had it up to here.
Oh, well...
I won't wait up, then.
Yeah, make a joke of it.
It's all right. It's for me.
Did it go all right last night?
Yeah, fine.
You'd better answer that... because if it rings again
I'll pull it off the wall.
All this because I didn't cook dinner?
Jonesy, I will be down in one minute. Just wait.
Look, can we talk about this tonight?
You think we have something to talk about?
Of course we do.
Well, what time do you get back?
I don't know.
Look, this is a very big case for me. My career is on the line.
Fine.
So I'll er... see you when I see you.
You'd better go.
If that's for me, I've gone.
Hello.
No, she's not here at the moment. Can I take a message?
Hello? Hello?
You can tell those rude bastards
at your place I'm not an answering service.
I live here.
I'll see you tonight.
Still no trace of Marlow's car.
- Are you OK? - I want that bloody car found!
Trouble at home?
I got all of your shopping OK, didn't I?
Yeah.
My wife gave me an earful last night.
Dinner was a congealed cement mix.
At least when you get home, you get your dinner cooked.
I get home, I have to cook it myself.
God, the shit's going to hit the fan this morning.
Have you got an aspirin?
John Shefford was having a sexual relationship with the murdered girl.
He says a pack of lies, if John was alive...
Yeah but he's not.
He's dead, and you're still covering up for him.
One of Jeannie Sharpe's friends in Oldham told me...
that when her body was found it wasn't lying on the ground...
as had been previously reported,
but hanging up, she was strung up from a hook.
Now, somebody took that body down.
You can see from morgue photographs the bruises on her upper arms.
Did you get this in a statement made by the man who found her?
Be tough, he's been dead for years.
And going on the word of a tart six years later is a joke.
Is it?
Now, you specifically requested that Oldham case.
You wanted to go up there because you knew Shefford was involved.
- Another lie. - I've got two options.
One is to consider some ulterior motive for these cover-ups,
or else it's a case of "What's one dead prostitute? "
If high-ranking officers want to screw around...
- Come on. A lot of the lads fraternise with... - Fraternise? Fraternise? Christ!
Della Mornay was an informer.
She was also a known prostitute picked up and charged by John Shefford
- when he was attach to Vice. - That's enough.
What a perfect squad to put him on.
I don't have any details about any previous case up north.
I just wanted to check it out.
There was no ulterior motive.
So, what about Southport? Did you come up with anything from there?
We're still checking over the evidence.
Well, you'd better get on with it.
I'll be in the incident room.
I worked with a good bloke in Hornchurch.
Detective Sergeant Amson. Terence Amson.
That's the deal, is it?
George Marlow spent 18 months inside.
All of these cases were either before or after he was in jail.
He's still my only suspect for both cases
and now, very possibly, Jeannie Sharpe, too.
I think we've got a serial killer.
Jane, this is your mother. Pam's had a girl.
She's 8lbs 7 ozs and she's beautiful...
She was rushed into St Stephen's yesterday morning.
You can go and visit any time as she's in a private ward.
Well, that's the news so...
goodbye, then. And...
Oh, give my love to Peter.
The one with the black hair and that white suit.
Oh, he's mental, that bloke.
Vic Reeves. Vic Reeves Big Night Out.
I don't think it's funny, though, really.
Morning, fellas!
Morning.
Are you going to do the whole block or just the garages?
Er... just this lot as far as we know, yeah.
Cos these aren't for residents, you know.
Council rents them out at cost.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah. Leave your car out round here and they call it Radio One.
It means you had one when you parked it.
I had one. It was nicked.
Your car was nicked?
Yeah, Rover P6, 3.5, automatic.
Nearly 20 years old, collector's item, you know.
- Did you leave it out? - Yeah.
Bodywork must've rusted up.
A bit of filler here and there.
Suppose some kids nicked it for a joyride.
Yeah.
Be stripped by now.
I had all my Royal Automobile Club emblems
on a bar at the front.
Ah, well...
I'm in the paint business.
This is typical of the council!
Do you mind if I borrow your brush, see how it goes on?
Cheers.
Work out, do you?
- Yeah. - Look as if you do.
Which gym do you use?
Golds.
Oh, yeah?
This is rubbish.
It'll be like the Forth Bridge.
When you finish, you'll have to start again.
It'll all blister up.
Hello.
Look, I reckon we got off on the wrong foot.
So I'm just going for a drink. Would you like one?
Has Super spoken to you?
No. I...
I really didn't know about John's spot of trouble in Oldham, you know.
Yes, you did.
Look, I'm sorry, Bill. You're off the case.
And I want the name of every officer on my team...
taking sexual favours from prostitutes.
Hello, Terry. It's good to see you.
And you. How're you doing?
I think I'm doing OK.
- Where are we going? - The Scrubs.
Reg McKinney served time with Marlow in Durham.
He was picked up a few weeks ago for breaking and entering.
He's got one previous GBH,
eight years, '68 to '76.
He's been in and out of nick since.
Mostly small-time.
I was asking you where you met Marlow again.
Oh, yeah. Kilburn.
He drove me back to my place.
It's a bit of a schlep.
I offered to get the tube,
but he said it was OK as he had a lock-up.
- Lock-up? - He wanted to do some work on his motor.
What do you mean? Like a garage?
I don't no.
The car was like an obsessión with him.
He mention where that lock-up garage was?
No.
I've got a terrible headache.
There's a call for DCI Tennison.
He said it's urgent.
Never mind your headache, Reg.
Are you sure he never told you where that lock-up garage was?
Yeah.
- Two more check out. - Yeah?
Yeah. The girl in Warrington and the one in Southport have...
what look like identical marks on their arms.
DC Jones.
lt's Jane Tennison. We're on our way to Marlow's flat, Kilburn.
OK Guv, we've got the search warrart...
He's got a lock-up. Some kind of garage where he stashes his car.
Look for keys, anything that might fit that kind of place.
Get his bloody floorboards up if necessary.
Now approaching the Harrow Road flyover.
We're coming off now.
Should be at Marlow's flat in a couple of minutes.
This guy claims he can do sets with £3.50.
"Oh, yeah?" he says. "Well, here's a tenner says you can't."
Oh, hello. Something's up.
- I don't believe this. - Open up!
- Open up! Come on! - What are they after, then?
Me.
I'd better get up there. Ta-ra.
We have a search warrant for these premises.
Oh, God. Let me see it.
Hello!
- When was this issued? - 11:30 this morning.
You want me?
I want that carpet put back!
The hardboard round the back.
Front door, back door, window locks, Yale lock.
Car keys. Boot, ignition.
Same on Henson's key ring, but no garage keys.
Took all the keys. Damn.
Why don't you just tell me what you're looking for?
Come on, George! Why don't you tell us?
You know what we're looking for.
Yes, I know. You've been talking to the neighbours.
Look, I park my car outside. I don't have a garage.
You don't always park your car outside. We know that you do have a garage.
When it's not parked outside, it's because I'm away on business.
I drive... Correction, used to!
Look, instead of all this, why don't you try and find my car?
We know that you've got a lock-up.
Oh, I've got a lock-up now, have I? A lock-up?
Look, I park my car at the back of the flats...
Nowhere else. How many more times?
We've got a witness.
Not that old bat from next door?
No. It's a friend of yours.
What friend?
I haven't got any left because of you crowd.
Reginald McKinney.
You must be desperate.
Reg McKinney?
You must be out of your mind.
He contacted me when he got out of prison.
He hit me for 50 quid!
He's a known nutter!
Take a look at his record.
He's been in and out of institutions since he was a kid.
Reg McKinney, a friend of mine? Come on, please!
Look, I haven't got a lock-up, and I haven't got a garage.
If I had, maybe my car wouldn't have been nicked.
And that's the truth.
Wait a minute. I'll give you a bowl.
I want everything put back as it was.
Cups on the left, saucers, plates, side plates, glasses.
Oh, God. I don't believe it.
Look at this place! It's a complete mess.
So, Terence, now you've met him face to face, what do you think?
What do I really think?
I think, if he's lying, he's the best I've ever come across.
The best.
Yeah.
First time tonight I've got doubts.
It's just here on the right.
So what do you think about John Shefford?
As a suspect?
He was a crack officier.
He was also in the vicinity
for Karen, Della and Jeannie Sharpe.
Yeah.
So we've got to check him out.
We've got to check him out on the two murders that just came in.
Yeah, I know.
But I'm gonna say something you're not gonna like.
Watch it.
I know, I know.
There's only so far I'm prepared to go with this.
I don't like this any more than you do.
But we've got to check him out.
Just keep quiet about it.
So you pull Shefford's record sheets...
first thing in the morning. OK?
Yeah.
You've had Sergeant Amson asking for John Shefford's record sheets.
Are you that desperate, you want to make DCI Shefford a suspect?
Look, sir, only Sergeant Amson was...
is privy to my personal suspicions...
and until I have verification...
I'm bloody giving it to you! Back off.
If you had one viable piece of evidence against Shefford,...
you should have brought it to me.
I checked out the Jeannie Sharpe case.
John Shefford was not the first man at the scene of the crime.
If the body was moved...
then it must have been done without his knowledge.
Don't harp back about the diary,
cos that's sorted and Otley's paid for it.
Don't try and do my job, Inspector.
Sir, we've had two new cases, one in Warrington, one in Southport.
One of the girls had extensive bruises to her upper arms.
George Marlow was in the vicinity for both.
And Shefford wasn't.
Because I checked.
I am sorry, sir, but under the circumstances...
Under the circumstances, I am bringing in DCI Hickock.
Sir, you cannot replace me.
Not now, not at at this stage... - What
of the investigation. - ... stage?
You've got nothing.
Wasting your time running around the countryside,
trying to rake up dirt on one of the best officers
I have ever worked with.
You want some advice?
Put in for a transfer.
I want you off the Marlow case.
I want everything that went down at Marlow's flat
on my desk this afternoon.
Yes, sir.
Terence!
Can I have a word?
We've got another one. Blackburn, 1987.
That makes it almost one a year, apart from the time Marlow was in jail.
Oakhill and Haskins are over at Marlow's.
The rest are mustered, apart from these three.
- What's this? - Otley coughed up.
These are the blokes that are fooling around with the toms.
They'll be with the Chief in the next five minutes.
And then join us in the incident room.
Right.
Let's get started.
Get as much as we can in before lunch, eh?
Did the Chief say anything about Shefford?
No.
But he is in the clear on all the new cases.
He may have done a surface job
on the Jeannie Sharpe murder,
but then he wasn't DCI on the case, was he?
So we can't put it all down to him, can we?
- I'm glad. - Yeah?
Really, I am,
even though it's got me right in it.
As a matter of interest,
did you know that the Chief and Shefford were like that?
They played golf together every weekend.
No, not at Sunningdale.
Kernan was Shefford's guvnor when they were on Vice together.
Oh, God.
Guv.
Sorry I'm late, but I've been upstairs.
Can I have a bit of hush, please!
Right, I've not exactly had the "You've got 24 hours" scene... but
I've had my knuckles rapped for off-duty leg-overs.
She's got eyes in the back of her head, that bird.
Hey, hey, what happens?
I got a result. I got a warning.
Listen, there's a rumour Hickock's taking over.
- He's in, she's out. - Hickock's taking over.
Aw, no! Hickock's taking over. She's out, he's in.
- She got him off. - She's being changed?
- Andy. - What's going on?
I'll tell you later, all right?
So, now I want to go right back to the beginning.
Just... start again.
I mean, maybe we're just missing one thing, one little thing.
It's gonna whack us right between the eyes this morning.
OK. Right, Sergeant.
OK, lights.
Karen Howard.
Please note the marks to her upper arms.
Look at the way the rope has been tied around her wrists.
Now we come to our second victim, Della Mornay,
who was killed approximately six weeks prior to Karen.
Yeah, looks like the foxes had a go at her.
But look at her upper arms.
Almost identical marks.
Now we come to Jeannie Sharpe.
We've had this photograph blown up because you'll see
to the left here
faint, but similar, marks.
And the fourth girl. Muddyman, you ready?
Yeah.
The fourth possible victim is Angela Simpson.
Jonesy, the video.
Her family sent us this video.
The victim was found in 1986, knifed in a local public park.
Angela was a hairdresser, well-liked, about to get married.
Now, George Marlow was found staying in the vicinity at a local B&B,
50 yards from the park gates and the area the body was discovered.
Phil?
No marks to the upper arms, but
the rope, the way the hands are tied
was exactly the same as in victims one and two.
Have you tracked down the origins of that rope?
It's a perfectly ordinary rope. You can buy it anywhere.
So there's no lead on the rope, sarge. Geddit?
- Frankie. - Fifth victim.
Sharon Reid.
Now, she worked part-time at a local beauty salon.
The owner of the beauty salon said she left on the day of her death
at 2:45pm.
Phil?
She wasn't found until 6:45pm that night.
Yes?
Beans, sausage, chips and a few onion rings, please.
Chicken, chips and beans, love.
What about the old one, the last one that came in... Ellen Harding?
She had the same rope marks.
Oh, come on! Give us a few more chips, will you?!
Yeah, but they've not all got clamp marks.
- All right, Jane? - All right?
- What have you got, gorgeous? - Look on the board!
Come on, Burkin.
Marlow was in the vicinity of all six girls.
That's good enough for me.
I've been watching him for weeks, right? He's a really friendly bloke.
He chats to us every day.
Just because he was in an area...
it doesn't mean to say he's done every homicide since 1984.
Any money you want,
take any salesman from the northern area,
one that's done the northern circuits
like Marlow, you'll find a corpse, right?
Now, if you ask me what this morning's film show was about,
is that there's too many tarts being knocked off and no suspects.
He reckons Marlow's not our man.
All I said was he seems like an OK bloke.
And maybe from the word go, we've been wrong.
- OK, I don't think he did it. - He's got his opinion.
We'll find that bastard's lock-up.
Will DCI Tennison
He lied about that.
to the main administration desk.
DCI Tennison to the main administration desk, please.
Sounds like the boss has got the big boys pulling the rug on her.
Coffee all round?
- Please. Cheers. - I'll get 'em.
Lillie, coffees.
- It was his turn anyway. - Too right.
DCI Tennison, please report to the main administration desk.
Well?
The Super's in with the Commander and a big red-headed bloke.
Hickock.
You're being bing-bonged all over the station.
Am I?
Well, they're just gonna have to find me, aren't they?
So, we've got six victims.
No set pattern, no obvious connection between them.
They don't look alike, they're not the same ages,
they're not in the same professión,
they haven't been killed in the same manner.
I don't know. Maybe I've got it wrong.
But George Marlow was in the vicinity for all six.
In the case of Karen, we've got a witness that states...
she heard a man call out her name.
It's the same with... Jeannie.
The other one, the little one, Angela, now, she was killed in daylight.
It's some distance from the shrubbery to the pathway.
Unless someone knew her name,
called out her name for her to come across...
The other one, the one that was raped... Pauline Gilling.
- Gilling. - Pauline Gilling.
She said that she heard Marlow call out her name.
He knew her name.
So we've got two toms.
We got a hairdresser, we got a schoolgirl.
How did he know their names, if he knew them?
Boss... I think...
I mean, it may be off the wall.
Listen, my love. I'm right up against it. What have you got?
Well, I did a bit of checking.
You see, it all sort of falls down with Gilling.
She was the florist.
But with the others, there is a link. It was mentioned once.
You mean with Marlow?
No, it's not to Marlow. It's to his wife.
Can I have a bit of hush, please?
Moyra, Marlow's common-law wife,
when she was brought in for questioning,
on her statement, she put herself down as unemployed.
Yeah? Quiet, please!
She was brought in for prostitution 15 years ago...
and there's no further record, but...
And this is the link, apart from the florist lady.
On the old charge sheet, Moyra Henson...
stated she was a trainee beautician, freelance.
They do hair, some work in salons, beauty parlours.
When Moyra travelled around the north with Marlow,
she could've done some work, and Marlow met the girls that way.
Yes! Good on you, Maureen!
Guv, I've checked on Marlow's past addresses.
They lived in Maida Vale/Kilburn for three years.
Before that, they had a council flat in Somers own...
which is not far from St Pancras.
Now, Marlow had the same car for 12 years.
- The brown Rover. - Right.
What if he had a lock-up close to his previous address?
You know those garages we're doing up?
Marlow said he'd been after one,
but they're leased out privately by the council.
Maybe he kept the old garage as he couldn't get one in Kilburn.
Boss, you're wanted upstairs. You here or not?
No, I'm not! Let's go get that hard-nosed cow.
Erm, no, no, no, she's not.
She hasn't been here for at least half an hour. Try the pub.
What's the matter with you? What are you looking' at?
- Come on. - Don't touch me!
Excuse me.
I'm sorry. I...
I don't understand. Don't you want me as well?
No. Not tonight, George.
She's in 4C. Everyone's ready.
Yeah? Well, I'm not.
- Has the Super gone yet? - Yeah.
Wish me luck.
I'm still waiting on that information about Karen Howard.
What's that?
You asked me for some photographs model photographs taken over the past year.
Yeah, right.
Her mother's gonna send them over by courier.
How are we? All right?
Got everything? Cigarettes? Lighter?
Go on.
Now, you were brought into the station on 17 January this year.
Is that correct?
If you say so.
And er... is this your statement?
Yessss.
In it, you state that you are unemployed.
Yes.
Well, we have a previous statement from you dating back to 1975,
when you were brought in and charged with soliciting.
At that time you stated your professión as trainee beautician.
Yeah? So what?
Did you also do a hairdressing course?
No.
So you're not a hairdresser?
No. But I once had a Siamese cat.
So you are a freelance beautician.
Yeah, you know, manicures, hands, facials.
Do you use a moisturiser?
Do you work as a beautician?
Why don't you tell me what you want to know all this for?
Think George is a transvestite now, do you?
Your common-law husband is still under suspición of murder.
We need answers to certain questions
to help us eliminate him from our enquiries.
You are not interesting to eliminate him.
You want me to incriminate him.
Would you tell me, please, where you were on these dates?
March 15, 1984.
No ruddy idea. Ask me another.
2 January, 1985.
23 July, 1986.
9 October, 1987.
I dunno. I'll have to look in my diaries.
These were dates when George was travelling
in Oldham, Warrington, Burnley, Rochdale.
Well, in that case, wherever he was, I was.
I always travel with him.
So you're sure you were with George on those dates?
I travel with him. I stay with him.
Doing freelance work as a beautician?
Yeah, I do a bit.
Like facials, manicures, that sort of thing?
Yeah. There's no law against that.
But there is when you've been claiming unemployment benefit.
Not declaring income.
Not paying income tax. There is a law against that, Moyra.
It's nothing.
Just a bit of cash in hand. Pin money.
But that's illegal, Moyra.
And if you were always travelling with George,
you must have got quite a regular set of customers.
Look, just how long do you think it's gonna take us...
to find out exactly how much you were making?
You bastards never give anyone a break.
I'll give you one, Moyra.
If... If you give us a detailed list of the salons...
you worked in and the street girls' names.
I've listed the salons, but that doesn't mean to say I work there regular.
Sometimes they don't have customers for me.
It's mostly manicures.
What's this er... Noo Nails?
Yeah. It's American.
Paint-on nails. Your own nails grow underneath.
Look. Those look real, don't they?
Only that part, that part of the nail,
that's false. See?
Did you do Miss Pauline Gilling's nails?
Look, love, I do God knows how many women's nails.
I don't know all their names.
But surely you remember Pauline Gilling.
I mean, George was sent down for attempting to rape her.
No, no, no. And I know she lied. She lied.
She was all over him. She'd been in the pub. She lied.
What about Della Mornay? Did you do her nails ?
No.
Take a look. Della Mornay.
I don't know her.
No?
You made a statement that George returned home on 14 January at 10:30
and did not go out again. Do you still stand by that statement?
Yes.
So what about the car, Moyra?
The brown Rover?
Where's that car?
Look, we know he's got a lock-up.
It's just a question of time before we find it.
Look, this isn't on. I know my rights.
I've answered all your questions. Now I want a lawyer!
Well, just think about what I've said tonight.
I'll no doubt need to speak to you again. Thank you. You may go.
Is that it?
I can go home now?
Yeah.
Here you are, love.
Come on, Moyra, tell me what happened.
The bastards are gonna get me for undeclared earnings, that's what.
They know I've been working and claiming the dole.
They kept you all night just for that?
There were a few other things.
What did she want?
Didn't she ask you about me?
What do you think?
What are you following me around for?
I just want to know what went on.
They wanted to know about that bloody florist.
Kept asking me about her.
I've stood by you, George...
but so help me God, if I find out you've been lying...
Run that bath for me.
I've never lied to you, Moyra.
You know that.
Where's the car, George?
It's stolen. I don't know where it is.
George, you came home that night without it.
I remember, because your hair was wet.
You said it had been raining.
Is it in a lock-up?
No.
They're gonna get you because of that bloody car.
And they can plant evidence.
And they're out to get you.
What did they say?
That bath'll be running over.
What did they say?
Maybe they've already found it.
I dunno.
I've got problems of my own.
Boss?
Yeah?
You want to see the model agency's picture of Karen Howard?
Incident room. Everyone's there.
I'll be right with you.
Yeah, but the Super's in there.
Karen Howard. Look at her hands, long red nails.
That photograph was taken a week before she died.
And in this photograph, taken in sessions the day she died, short nails.
Get on to it. Check it out.
Jonesy, check it out with her flatmate first.
I wanna find out where she had those nails done.
I'm sorry, guv. You wanted to see me?
Just a few moments.
Carry on.
Don't leave any stone unturned.
Check it out with her parents, boyfriend, agent, everyone.
Especially you three. Caplan, Rosper, Lillie, move it!
And, by the way
thanks, lads.
They backed you 100%, refused have Hickock take over.
That was on my desk when I came in.
Every single man's signed it.
Did you know about it?
No. No, I didn't.
Things have taken quite a turn, haven't they?
You were lucky.
Luck had nothing to do with it.
The lads worked really hard.
Bring me all the new information as soon as possible.
Of course, sir.
DC Jones, Southampton Row Station here.
We need to know if Karen used a regular beauty parlour or salon.
Do you know if she had... What do you call 'em?
Nail extensions.
Look, I'm not gonna harp on about this,
but erm... I really appreciate your backing me up.
Boss, suspect's on the move and he's with his girlfriend.
The lads reckon something's going down.
I think this is it.
I think we've got him on the run.
Thank you.
All right, let's go for it.
Yes. She used a regular beauty parlour in Covent Garden.
Frank, move it. Keep in radio contact.
DC Jones, Southampton Row Station here.
Do you have a client named Karen Howard?
Haskons has been on.
He's following Marlow and Henson down the Marylebone Road.
They had her down for a full day on 2 January,
the day before that modelling job
where she had the long nails.
They didn't have her down for a manicure,
and they don't do those nails, whatever they are,
but one of the girls recommended a woman in Covent Garden market.
Shit! We'll never get the car down there.
What you'll have to do is jump out and run...
and I'll meet you at Southampton Street. Now, move.
Just drop me off and get get me there alive, Frank.
- Can you give me some money? - What for?
- I need money for taxis and things. - Use the cards.
- I just need money. All right? - All right, all right.
You don't think I'm a bottomless pit, do you?
Yeah, I do.
Here.
Is that all? Come on, you mean bastard, give me another 20.
Haskons,
I'm pulling in and leaving the car on Marylebone Road
just beyond the underpass.
They're out of the taxi, going down Euston Square tube station.
We're following.
- I'll meet you at the Garden. - In that coffee bar on the left?
OK? Listen, don't spend all the money.
Excuse me, where do you think you're going?
They've split up.
Taxi!
Shit!
I've lost him.
Taxi!
Follow the cab in front.
I'm right behind him.
Left again into Gordon Square.
Going across Gordon Square towards Euston Road.
He could be going to the station.
Yeah he's turrirg into Eustor Station...
I'm at the taxi drop-off, right behind him.
The train now arriving at Platform 13...
is the delayed 7:40 Intercity from Manchester.
We apologise for the delayed arrival of this train...
This was due to essential track maintenance.
He's not going for a train. He's leaving the station.
He's moving like the clappers. I don't think he's sussed me.
The 11:00 from Milton Keynes?
The 11:00 will probably be your best bet, yeah.
You'll be picked up the other end.
No, I've lost him. Sorry. He's on a No.18 bus.
Try and pick him up on the Euston Road, going east.
Jimmy, where are you? Can you see him?
I've got him. I've got him.
The bus is heading towards King's Cross.
You should be able to see him, when it pass.
There are garage lock-ups along the back of the station.
That's the 18. There's Jimmy now behind him.
Tony, you and Phil, get up to the lock-ups behind the station. Stake them out.
Harry, pick up your car and do the same.
He's got off the bus. He's heading for the station.
Looks like he's gonna do a runner back up north.
No, he's passed the station. Maybe going for a cab.
No... No, he's going up Pancras Road.
May be going for the lock-ups. I'm following him.
He's not hanging about, neither.
He's not going in the lock-ups. He's going in a caff.
Phil, Tony, one of you take over.
He's ordered a cup of coffee.
He's chatting to the owner. They seem to know each other.
This girl, did you ever do her nails?
I really couldn't say. I do up to eight a day.
Look at her again. This girl was
found murdered on 15 January this year.
Did she ever come to this stall?
January? I wouldn't have been here anyway.
I've got a friend who looks after the booth when I can't do it.
Guv Moyra Hersor takes over a booth in Covent Garden.
The woman who owns it says Moyra often
had Marlow hanging around.
Karen could've had her nails dore here,
That's how he knew their names.
It's the two of them, then.
Let's check back when Moyra was
first arrested for prostitution.
See if she was lying about not knowing Della Mornay.
Brian, it's Terry Amson.
Check out Moyra Herson's file, will you?
Run a cross-refererce or it with Della Morray's Vice records.
I think he's on the move.
The owner's given him something. I can't quite see what it is.
He's leaving the cafe now.
It's keys. He's only given him some keys.
He's turning right, heading up towards the lock-ups.
Get your car. Get your bloody car. Please.
Jesus. He's stopped outside one.
He's going for it He's bloody going for it.
Now, wait. Everyone wait.
Let him use those keys. Let him get in there.
He's got the key in the lock.
He's opening up.
- He's in. - Go! Go!
Are you George Marlow?
My name is DI Muddyman,
Southampton Row Police Station.
I'm arresting you on suspición of murder.
Moyra Henson? I'm DC... - Leave me alone.
... Baker Southampton Row Police Station.
OK, Moyra, I'm arresting you.
You don't have to say anything.
The painter.
No radio between the seats.
Get Forensic down here as soon as possible. Don't touch anything.
- Then get on to SOCO, see if you can get... - Oh, my God!
Jesus!
Bastard.
Right. Let's get on with it.
- Good luck, guv. - Thanks.
- Go for it, guv. - Thanks, Archie.
Mr. Shrapnel, you've been made aware that your client is here to answer questions
and assist in the investigation into the murders of...
Karen Howard and Della Mornay.
Yes, that is correct. She is aware of that situation,
and is prepared to co-operate and assist
in the investigations in any way that does not or
will not bring criminal proceedings against her
or instigate such criminal proceedings.
You gave George Marlow an alibi...
saying that he came home on the night of January 14 at 10:30pm
and did not go out again. Is it correct?
You have also assisted us in our enquiries before.
On that occasión, you were shown photographs of murder victims. Do you remember?
You stated that you had not met and did not know
any of the women in the photographs.
On 14 July 1976, you and Della Mornay...
were on trial in Manchester Juvenile Court.
In early January of this year, Karen Howard came to a booth...
that you took over from Annette Frisby in Covent Garden.
You're not looking at the photographs, Moyra.
You don't want to look at Della?
Then look at Karen.
George called out to her.
He offered her a lift.
He then raped her, tortured her, mutilated her. He killed her.
Look. Look.
Hands tied behind her back. Look at the marks on her body.
Look at her, Moyra!
Your client, Mr. Shrapnel, stands to be accused as an accessory to murder.
Do you want me to list what she can be charged with?
- Well, do you? - My client agreed to assist...
Your client has lied.
Moyra is George Marlow's common-law wife,
and cannot be forced to testify against him.
- As you very well know, Inspector. - Get them to leave.
Just the women to stay.
I won't talk in front of them.
He did it to me once.
But I er
I didn't like it.
He tied my
hands.
A leather strap.
I didn't know!
I didn't know! God, I didn't know!
George Marlow did come home at 10:30, but
he went out again at 10:45...
and she has no idea when he returned.
We've got him. We've got him.
Arnold.
Give us five minutes.
They're charging you on six counts of murder, George.
I don't know what's going on, Arnold.
On my mother's life, I haven't done a thing.
I know.
Now, what exactly have you said?
Oh, man. You ain't gonna believe this.
Have a look. It's a mask.
Jesus.
There's a handbag here. And a wallet. It's Karen Howard's.
Here's the jacket.
Cos, it stinks in here. It smells like an abattoir. That heavy sort of stench.
It's caked in blood. Looks like dried skin.
The drain is clogged. Dried blood. See here, here.
- Yeah. - This whole area
will have to have swabs taken.
He must've used this to wash himself down afterwards.
Now, blood splatters there.
What have we here? Ah, yeah.
This looks like fingerprints.
Frank?
What you got?
It's been scrubbed. Smells musty.
Your girl blonde?
This is a recorded interview.
I am Detective Chief Inspector Jane Tennison.
Also present are Detective Sergeant Terence Amson and Arnold Upcher.
We are situated in Room 5C at Southampton Row Metropolitan Police Station.
The date is 8 March, 1991...
and the time is 6:15pm.
Would you please state your full name, address and date of birth?
George Arthur Marlow.
21 High Grove Estate, Kilburn.
Born in Warrington, 11 September, 1951.
Do you understand why you've been arrested?
I suppose so.
It is my duty formally to caution you and warn you
that anything you say may be used in evidence.
You have been arrested on suspición of the murders of Karen Howard
and Della Mornay.
Do you understand?
I'm not guilty.
On the night of Karen Howard's murder
you claimed you were home by 10:30pm and did not go out again.
Correct?
Yes.
We took a statement at 3:45 this afternoon from your common-law wife Miss Moyra Henson.
She says that you actually left the flat at 15 minutes to 11.
She had no knowledge of when you returned, but you returned home without your car.
It was not stolen from outside your block of flats, as you previously claimed.
It also does not have a radio between the front seats.
She's wrong. My car was nicked. I never went out again.
You have denied having had any previous contact with Karen Howard.
I never met her before that night she picked me up.
Miss Henson worked part-time
in a booth at Covent Garden.
She admits that she knew Karen, gave her nail treatments
and that you were privy to those nail treatments and spoke to Karen.
Is that true?
No.
You have also denied knowing the second victim Miss Della Mornay.
However Miss Henson now says, that contrary to her first statement
when she too denied knowing Della Mornay,
that she was in fact lying.
So I suggest that you too are lying and
that you did know Della Mornay.
I don't believe you play these games.
Moyra's scared to death that you're gonna arrest her for tax evasión...
for claiming unemployment benefit.
She's terrified of the police...
ever since she was picked up on a false charge of prostitution.
Well, you don't scare me.
I'm innocent.
Did you clock the look he gave me? Straight at me.
Ah, the painter.
Freaked me out.
Didn't suss you, though, did he?
- "I like him". - Shut it, Kenneth.
Just let me have 10 minutes with him.
They ain't gonna get nothing out of him upstairs.
We should've smacked him when we picked him up.
Yeah.
Sick bastard.
This is taking too long.
Talk about a long day.
She must be knackered.
After what we found in that lock-up...
he ain't gonna admit to knowing his mother right now.
That shower curtain.
The smell,
the stench of the place...
That blood on the walls.
Sick.
That wire brush.
How many of 'em do you reckon he did in there?
All of the London girls.
Yeah?
Sick.
How many more times? I told you, I got an anonymous call.
I dunno who it was from, but it was a man.
He says to me that he knows where my car is.
It's been on a TV programme, right?
It's been reported stolen, right?
- What time was that call? - I dunno. About 10 o'clock!
Anyway, he says that he knows where my car is,
gives me the tip-off.
He says that it's in King's Cross, in some guy's lock-up.
But you had a set of keys to that lock-up.
I know because the caller told me the keys were held at a coffee bar.
A Greek guy had them.
So I picked up the keys from the coffee bar. They weren't my keys!
And I didn't find my car,
because just as I opened the door, the police picked me up!
Why do I have to repeat myself? I've told them all this before.
- The Greek man's name? - I don't know!
The caller just told me the address of the coffee bar!
Mr. Stavros Hulenkinis has rented that lock-up to a John Smith for eight years.
After you picked up the keys from him this morning,
an officer took a statement from him.
Your friend also takes in certain items of dry-cleaning
and laundry from you.
Is that correct?
Come on, George. How did you get Karen into that bed-sit?
Did you use Della's keys?
You knew it would be empty, didn't you, because Della was already dead.
You're putting words into my mouth.
I'm not saying another thing. Tell her that's enough.
I agreed to this interview and I've done nothing but assist you from the word go.
All right?
Now I want to go home.
That won't be possible, George.
I wanna have a piss, all right? I have to go to the toilet.
I want to phone my mother.
I'm not having her reading that you've arrested me again.
I wanna tell her.
I agree to a ten-minute break.
You are not be allowed to make any telephone calls or see your wife...
until this interview is terminated.
I will arrange for Miss Henson to call your mother.
No! I don't want Moyra talking to my mother!
This is a mess, isn't it?
All right.
I did it.
Would you repeat that?
You are still under caution.
I said I did it.
Sit down please, George.
What exactly did you do?
Karen...
Della...
Angela
Sharon...
Ellen
and Jeannie.
We need to take a break.
Baxter, cuff him.
The interview will be terminated at this point for a break.
The tape turn-off will be witnessed by Detective Sergeant Amson and Arnold Upcher.
The time is two minutes past ten, 8 March, 1991.
The aforementioned will remain in the presence of the recording machine...
to enable the prisoner, George Marlow, to be taken to use the toilet.
They can't possibly hold him any longer.
Frank, Tony.
You're not gonna believe this.
He's admitted it!
Oi! What's going on?
Our guvnor has only got our suspect to admit to six charges of murder!
Biggest case this station's ever had!
Mine's a large Scotch! Yeah!
- Hello, Maureen. - Hiya, guv.
Any of those lads about?
No, I think they've all gone home.
DI Jenkins wants the incident room cleared.
Can you pop in before you leave ?
Oh, God. I don't believe it!
- Night. - Night.
# Why was she born so beautiful?
# Why was she born at all?
# She's no bloody use to anyone
# She's no bloody use at all
Oh, you bastards! I thought you'd all pissed off home!
Yeah, we got him!
George Arthur Marlow...
you stand before this court, accused of six indictments of murder.
Count One:
That you did, on 14 January, 1991,
murder Karen Howard, contrary to common law.
Count Two:
That you unlawfully took the life on 3 November, 1990...
of Della Margaret Mornay.
Count Three:
You are also charged that on 15 March, 1984,
you murdered Jeannie Avril Sharpe.
Count Four:
In January, 1985, you murdered Ellen Harding.
Count Five:
That in July 1986, you murdered Angela Simpson.
And Count Six:
In October 1987,
you murdered Sharon Felicity Reid.
George Arthur Marlow,
having heard the charges against you,
how do you plead?
Not guilty, sir.
Silence, silence in court!
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