PRIME SUSPECT Episode 4 - Part 2
Inner Circles
Is that the one we ordered?
Oh, good, yes, thank you very much. Darling?
- Paul. - James.
- Can I offer you a glass of this? - Not just at the moment, thanks.
Not again!
Mum...
- Mum, come on! - No!
Please!
I need to go to the toilet.
I have to go now, Mum.
Canīt wait to get away, can you?
Iīve got an appointment.
Iīll sort things out, I promise.
You wonīt.
Oh, go, go on, go!
I donīt want you here, anyway.
Denis will be along in a minute.
Mother...
I am Denis.
- The police are on their way. - There are two of them. I heard voices.
Letīs go roud the back. Come on.
Right? These bastards arenīt going anywhere.
Alan, you go roud the front.
Norman, you stay here.
Shit!
- Micky... - Shut up!
Alan! Heīs here!
Alan, heīs coming out.
Bastards...
Get your.... hands off me!
- Norman, check inside the house. - Bastards!
- Iīll kill you! - Listen, you!
We donīt want your type aroud here. Understand?
Just so you remember...
Iīd put that away if I was you.
Denis?
Are you there, Denis?
Oh, my God...
Everybody knows whoīs doing it. Itīs those kids from the bloody estate.
- Still no word from Raymond? - Zilch.
Typical.
- What are we gona do, then? - Not a lot we can do.
Phone it in, I suppose.
Whatīs the betting we get lumbered with some berk from AMIP?
Oh, come on, Mike. Iīm a copper, not a bloody accountant.
Look, I forecast the budget. Donīt expect me to sell the bloody thing.
Yeah, all right. All right, 9:00am tomorrow morning.
Thank you and good night.
- Hello? - Yeah, Tennison.
Oh, yes, maīam. Hadley Green have called for help.
- Thereīs been a murder. - Where?
- 17 Moss Bank Drive - Mmm-hmm.
Thatīs EN4.
- Right. - Tearing you away from your desk?
Believe me, it will be a pleasure.
- See you. - Good night, maīam.
Thank you.
- Whereīs Forensic? - Heīs on his way, maīam.
- What, SO3? - He was out.
Heīs picking his cameras and his stuff up now.
I see.
What do you think of that scarf?
Fashion victim?
Iīm 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 the manager at the Hutingon Coutry Club.
- How did you know that? - The neighbours.
Very helpful. Concerned about the state of his garden. That sort of area.
- Whoīs your DCI? - Peter Raymond.
- Do you know him, maīam? - Yes, weīre acquainted.
All right, get the male suspectīs 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.
- Iīll do it myself. - See you back at the nick.
Where is the nick?
Sergeant?
Why wasnīt I told she could be uderage?
Listen, if she doesnīt want to talk, how are you or I supposed to know?
Whatīs that supposed to mean?
All Iīm saying is, she may or may not be uderage,
therefore we may not need a parent or...
I want the duty social worker down here immediately, please.
You do have an incident room available?
Good, I want it up and runing by 9:00 tomorrow morning.
Get a hold of these two officers from AMIP.
Thatīs tonight, Sergeant.
Denis is...
Denis is not coming back, Olive.
I... I donīt uderstand.
Why should anyone want to do that to my Denis?
- They were trying to rob him, Olive. - Heīs dead?!
Yeah.
Yeah, Iīm afraid he is.
They didnīt hurt him, did they?
Itīs good to have you with us, Richard.
- How are the twins? - Certifiable.
Nothingīs changed, then.
Good 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, whereīs DS Cromwell? I thought he was supposed to be here.
She is. Morning, maīam.
DS Christine Cromwell.
Youīre 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 strug up with a piece of electrical flex.
Now, we have two suspects, one in custody, Sheila Bower.
Sheīs not talking. We are treating it as a drug-related burglary.
However, the way he was strug up and his clothes
suggest some sort of sexual dimensión.
- What, with that filth? - No, thatīs not what Iīm suggesting.
Hang on a minute, youīre saying he did it himself.
All Iīm saying is that the scarf and the clothes suggest...
- Itīs a possibility. - Oh, come on.
The girl was as high as a kite. They had the poor bastard strung up.
- They couldīve done anything to him. - Right!
Letīs not jump to conclusions till we get Pathology.
Our first priority is to pick up the youth. Uniform is at the Larchmont Estate.
The description is vague at best, so what can you do? Check with neighbours.
Also, letīs build up a profile of Denis Carradine.
Check with his workmates, friends at the club. What is it?
- The Hutington Coutry Club. - Right, the Hutington Coutry Club.
- Did you get anything from the mother? - Not a lot
The woman who runs the nursing home said heīd been made redundant.
He was behind with his motherīs fees.
Check into that. Come on! Come on! Letīs get going.
I... understood DCI Raymond would be runing the investigation.
Not from me, you didnīt.
Oh, lan. Lan. Larchmont Estate.
Tell Uniform itīs door-to-door enquiries, not mob-handed, OK?
- Soflly, Soflly? - Not The A Team.
Sheila Carol Bower.
Born 25/10/77, Highbury, London.
Catalogue of juvenile offences
In care since ī89.
But you listen to me , weīre not talking about petty thieving here.
Forget about coning some old fart on a magistrates 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?
We never even touched him.
So who pulled his pants down?
You enjoy that, Sheila?
Yeah, of course you did.
Old man like that.
Make him squirm.
Have some fun.
- Micky. - Yes?
- Ask Micky. - Whoīs Micky?
Sheila...
8:42, DCI Raymond entering interview room.
This her, is it, Jane?
- Sheila... - We never did him, all right?!
Liar.
- Itīs the truth. - The truth?
You wouldnīt 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.
Theyīre 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 didnīt you call?
Because I didnīt know it was knackered until this morning.
Jane, you came here last night and did us a favour.
Thank you very much. But Iīm back on the case so we neednīt detain you, alright..
Youīre understaffed. You asked for assistance.
I didnīt ask for anything.
This is a straightforward case.
- Oh, Iīm not of that opinion. - Bullshit!
Iīm 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. You in charge here?
Iīll get Mr Greenlees.
Prat...
Morning. Lords and masters keeping you at it, are they?
Did you see much of Mr Carradine?
I thought you werenīt going to... p- press charges.
- How do you mean? - Isnīt that what youīre here for?
Hamish!
You can wait in Mr Greenleesī office.
They held him on the chair, then hauled him up and tied him off.
The face of the door is scored and you can see the upper length of this flex is damaged.
It picked up traces of the paint. I think weīll find they match.
So youīre ruling out autostrangulation?
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, sheīs 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?
Originality is not your strong point, is it?
Oh, hello. Carradine. Carradine.
- Oh... - Here, leave it out.
Heīs dead. Heīs not gona complain, is he?
Good morning. How can I help you, officers?
DS Cromwell. DC Bakari, sir.
James Greenlees, managing director.
Weīre all obviously totally shocked and angered by the news.
I understand youīve already apprehended the culprits.
- Who told you that? - Itīs close-knit commuity.
Bad news travels fast.
I also have friends in the force.
I understand these two creatures
were found in the house with Denisīs body
and that theyīd... defiled it?
Iīm afraid I canīt comment on that, sir.
Weīre merely gathering background information on Mr Carradine.
Um...
How well did you know him?
Oh, Denis was liked by everybody.
- He was a fine man. - He wasnīt married, was he?
Did he have any women friends?
What are you suggesting?
Weīre just trying to build up a profile sir.
- Mr Carradine retired? - Oh, quite recently.
His mother was in a nursing home. Heīd been under stress.
- He hadnīt been made redundant? - On the contrary.
He was a great loss. A great loss.
Oh. We understood he was having difficulties paying his motherīs nursing bills.
Did he have any financial difficulties you were aware of?
No. But then one wouldnīt, of course, encourage that kind of familiarity.
Weīd heard thereīd been some sort of problem with his work.
Something about some charges being dropped.
We had a problem with our VAT return, Constable.
Can I ask you on whose authority you are making these enquiries?
- Iīm sure DCI Raymond...
DCI Raymond isnīt in charge of the case, Sir.
- Well, who is? - Superintendent Tennison sir
Sheīs been seconded in.
- Right, any prints? - Thereīs prints all over the shop.
Weīll run them through the computer, but itīll take time.
Oh... Did you get this?
Do it, would you? Anything else?
Well, itīs probably nothing, but we didnīt get any off the flex.
Mustīve wiped them.
Hmm, money problems?
Didnīt leave him much, did they?
What they canīt steal, they smash.
Christ, thatīs sad.
- Whatīs that? - His favourite band was Status Quo.
- Whoīs that? - Guv.
I think Iīve got a more detailed description.
So, have you got that, lan?
Long hair, an earring
Scar on his arm.
Itīs not a lot to go on, Guv.
Yeah, right. Right, Iīll tell them to take it easy. See you later.
Weīre making enquiries about somebody we believe to be in this area.
- I donīt live here? - Whatīs going on? Polly?
Dope?
Yeah?
Heīs up above. Get up the stairs. Iīll stay this end, cut him off.
Hold it! Stop! Police!
Oi! Get somebody down below! Block off all the stairwells!
Donīt let him get down!
Shit! Weīre gona lose him. Thereīs too many exits.
Oi, stop!
- Stay back! - Just take it easy!
Come here!
Come on, donīt just stand there!
You asked for house-to-house enquired and thatīs what you got.
I didnīt want them to go in mob-handed.
The Larchmont, in case you hadnīt realised, is a hostile environment.
Iīm not sending my officers in without adequate protection.
You asked for Michael Thomas and youīve got him.
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.
Youīre breaking my heart! They didnīt need to be in there!
All right, all right!
What else have we got?
We have his correspondence.
Looks like he remortgaged his motherīs house.
I thought the old lady owned it.
More to the point, whereīs the money gone?
180,000 quid. Thatīs a lot of money.
Yeah, and he certainly wasnīt using it to pay off his debt.
He had final demands all over the shop.
Check his bank statements, talk to his solicitor,
find out exactly when Denis took possessión of his motherīs house.
A visitor, maīam. Superintendentīs Office.
A Mr Greenlees.
Of course, feel free to say anything you think necessary...
Ah, Superintendent. Mr Greenlees.
How do you do, Mr Greenlees?
Iīm Chairman of the Police Consultative Committee.
Well, Iīll 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 thereīs 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.
I found them rifling through a pile of the clubīs private correspondence.
Really? Did you confront the officers?
I didnīt.
To be honest, I couldnīt believe what was happening.
Itīs not the such of behaviour you expect from police officers.
Quite. I appreciate that.
Well, I assure you, Iīll look into the matter and speak to the officers.
I do apologise.
Fine. Weīll 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 wasnīt rifling his office.
- I just picked it up. - So you donīt deny it, then?
It wasnīt his property. It was addressed to Carradine.
Do you really think heīd have given it to us?
- You didnīt give him a chance, did you ? - Heīs the Chairman of the PCC.
- That doesnīt make him God. - Or make him a criminal either.
are you listen to me, you may behave like this with DCI Raymond but you do not with me.
- Do you uderstand? - Yes, Guv.
Lucky he didnīt make a complaint. Go on, out, the pair of you.
If youīre looking for any favours, youīre looking in the wrong place.
Understand?
One more, youīre 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 parentsī solicitor.
It seemed like a natural progressión that I should take over.
- Itīs very sad. - It is.
Well, thanks for your help, Mrs Henry.
- I wonīt keep you any Ionger. - My pleasure. Let me show you out.
Polly. What are you doing?
Borrowing a fiver. You were busy, Mummy.
Iīm not supposed to disturb you when youīre busy, remember?
- Children. Whoīd 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 impressión that weīre the bad guys.
Richard.
Do you fancy a drink?
Iīve got to re-tile the bathroom.
Guv, are you all right?
All right? What do you mean? Of course Iīm all right.
- See you tomorrow. - Yeah, see you tomorrow.
Micky Thomas, maīam. Heīs dead.
- Thank you, Sergeant. - Saves us the expense of a trial.
Oh, shit!
Yes?
- A whiskey and soda, please. - Ice?
No.
I hear young Mickyīs turned terminal.
Looks like thereīll be an inquiry.
Iīll manage. No thanks to wallies like you.
You wonīt.
A word of advice.
Donīt think you can come down here and teach us how to do our jobs.
Iīm gona have to go, Pete. Bye.
- Itīs not what you think. - Howīs your wife, by the way?
Sheīs fine. Still getting it regularly.
Which youīre obviously not.
Large Scotch, Scotch and soda and a gin and tonic.
Yes, all right, Iīm coming.
Large Scotch, Scotch and soda and a gin and tonic.
There is a queue, you know.
Dad, please. People are complaining.
Who? I own 30% of this club.
I greatly resent being told how to behave by my son in my own club.
- Now, Iīll have my drinks, please. - Dad!
P- Please!
PauIīs 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, Iīve had four months of hell since he was suspended.
Our sex life is practically nonexistent.
Some nights, he doesnīt even bother to come home.
Come on, Hamish. Get it right. For Peteīs 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?
Iīm sure that would make Denis Carradine very happy.
- Oh, hello... - This is Dr Patrick Schofield.
Could you please leave a message after the tone?
Hello, Dr Patrick Schofield.
This is...
Superintendent Jane Tennison calling.
Um...
I just want...
I was going to leave a message that...
Er... Iīll call you back.
Bye.
You idiot.
I hope heīs not driving tonight.
- Weīll get a cab. - Very wise.
- Good-Iooking man. - Heīs a wanker.
Paul, will you stop using such language?
- I canīt bear it. - Oh, dear! You canīt bear it?
How infra-dig of me!
If youīll excuse me, Maria.
Sorry.
- Iīm sorry. - Donīt apologise to me. Iīm not your wife.
Do yourself a favour, Paul.
Stop drinking before you really blow it.
- Now, listen. - Iīm sorry.
Itīs just that Denis being murdered like that...
Paul, listen. Iīve got to talk to you.
Er... Lyne gone?
She had a headache. Everyoneīs upset about what happened to poor Denis.
I know, I know, itīs 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, ufortuately.
I suppose thatīs some sort of justice.
There are two distinct lines of bruises on the neck.
One upper, one lower.
Note the particlary hemorraging 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. Itīs not ucommon in autostrangulation.
The person wants the sexual stimulation of the hypoxic state,
but he also wants to control the pain.
I thought you said this wasnīt self-inflicted.
It wasnīt.
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?
Thatīs a very sexist assumption, Superintendent.
Well, Iīm so sorry.
86.7% likely to have been a man.
Hmm.
Ah, Jane, fancy a spot of breakfast?
- Do I have a choice? - No.
- Well, I hope youīre paying, Mike. - I am.
So, to what do I owe this honour?
Michael Thomas... You realise there is going to have to be an inquiry.
Good. Superintendent Mallory and his mates deserve all they get.
- You were heading the investigation, Jane. - That wasnīt down to me.
- That was down to the local plod. - Not what I hear from DCI Raymond.
DCI Raymondīs an arsehole.
Been transferred out of every nick heīs been in.
Hold on. Your opinion of him is totally irrelevant.
He is the local DCI and youīve overstayed your welcome.
Now, youīve nicked the culprits, so let him get on with it.
Iīm very sorry to tell you this, Mike,
but Micky Thomas did not kill Denis Carradine.
- What do you mean? - Look
He wasnīt tortured. He was not sexually abused.
- Can I help you? - Iīll have the full breakfast, please.
And for me, please.
Whoever did this strangled him, then made it look like a sex game. Why?
Plus heīs remortgaged his motherīs house for 180 grand
and he canīt pay his bills.
Whereīs that money gone? Doesnīt add up.
All right... All right, but youīve 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. Itīs what this jobīs all about.
Use your social skills.
If youīve got any.
- I know thereīs gona be an inquiry. - Youīre absolutely right there will.
Thomas died whilst you were arresting him. So get your story straight.
- The van just came out of nowhere. - Write it down.
Good morning.
Oh, contrary to rumour,
I am still on the case, so letīs go on with it.
Get off the phone, Christine. The pathologist has confirmed murder.
He sets the time of death at approximately 8pm.
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, 40ish.
So, no, we canīt.
And Micky Thomas does not have a scar on his arm or an earring.
So, if our witness is to be believed, itīs not him either.
I donīt buy it. Thomasīs 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 some sex game.
Can you imagine a pair of kids doing that? Mightīve bashed his head in,
but not that, thatīs too calculated.
Brilliant. So where does that leave us?
Looking for the real killer, lan.
Not just easy targets. Novel idea, isnīt it?
Micky Thomas is dead, Sheila.
Iīm sorry.
You bastards! You bloody bastards!
You bastards!
You bastards! You bastards!
- Put her in the chair. All right. - You bastards...
Sheīs now sitting in the chair. Let her go. Let her go.
You couldnīt get him one way so you got him another.
It was an accident, Sheila, and thatīs the truth.
You would say that.
And those bastards didnīt do this to my leg, did they?
- Do you want to make a complaint? - So you can say I fell over a wall?
Forget it, you ainīt stitching me up.
I didnīt see nothing and I didnīt do anything!
What you looking at?
Squatting with Micky, were you, Sheila?
Samuel Johston House?
Micky claiming the housing, was he?
Yeah, up to your neck in shit and syringes.
And hawking your dole cards come Fridays.
- Know it, do you? - I grew up there!
So stop pissing about with all this stitch-me-up bullshit.
You were there. Micky was there. His prints were all over the shop.
Bollocks!
You donīt get it, do you?
You think these bastards are stitching you up,
all the time youīre doing it for them!
They want you to be guilty, Sheila.
They all do, everyone.
Youīre just another piece of shit from the Larchmont.
And theyīre gona flush you away.
Where were you 8pm Sunday night?
Doing a house in Turner St.
Micky got in through the kitchen but an alarm went off, so we legged it.
Thatīs why we tried the other place.
We were speeding. We didnīt even know he was there.
You knew what you were talking about in there.
Thatīs always an advantage.
Turner Close.
Uniform confirmed a break-in at 8:10 on Sunday night.
The alarm was triggered.
I knew it.
Raymond didnīt.
Look, I slept with him, maīam, but Iīm not in his pocket.
So, do you really believe all that?
To the Country Club lot, if youīre Larchmont, youīre guilty.
Yeah, but theyīre not running the case.
I am.
And do you think youīre gona get thanked for this?
Iīm 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.
I checked.
- Oh, really? - Guv?
Come on in, Rich, youīre one of the giris.
Sorry, but thereīs something you should take a look at.
On 23rd June, 180 grand gets paid into Carradineīs 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.
Theyīre based in the Bahamas.
Their contact number in this country is Pitt, Henry, James & Partners.
Maria Henry. Denisīs solicitor. See what she knows.
Get this VAT business sorted out, once and for all. Not you, Chris.
Not with your sneaky little fingers. Donīt 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.
Itīs quite a common practice.
Why would it be common practice for Panamanian lawyers to do that?
Iīm afraid I canīt answer that, Sergeant.
Iīm bound by the Client Confidentiality Act.
Youīd 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.
- Weīd like to know why. - Iīm sorry.
- As I say, I canīt comment on that. - I donīt follow, Mrs Henry.
You represented Denis and his mother.
You also represent the Torres Partners.
Denis pays Torres Ģ180,000.
And yet you seem to be saying you knew nothing about it.
What Iīm actually saying, Sergeant,
is that for me to make any comment at all
would be a breach of my clientīs confidentiality
and therefore unlawful.
Look, off the record, if, as I think youīre suggesting, Sergeant,
Denis chose to buy into an offshore company,
then he probably did so to keep his investment private.
Heīs quite within his rights. Itīs perfectly legal.
I wouldnīt have to know about it.
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, the office had nothing to do with it.
Any idea how much they paid for it?
Somewhere in the region of Ģ300,000.
Jane I said no calls
Look, Iīm sorry to be blunt, and believe me, Iīd like to help,
but whatīs all this got to do with Denisīs murder?
Thatīs what we need to find out.
Hamish, either the police were called in or they werenīt.
Now, which one was it?
Look, Iīve been told n- not to say anything, all right?
No, itīs not all right.
If no-one is gona talk to us,
how the hell are we expected to find who murdered Denis Carradine?
I thought you already had.
Are you gona tell us?
They treated him like shit.
You know, a bit like me, really.
They used to laugh and say weīd make a good team.
He showed them, though, he had his hand in the till for m-months.
They never even knew.
He used to fiddle the accounts to h-hide it.
So, when did they discover this?
Last week. They got Raymond in to sort it out.
DCI Raymond?
- Yeah... - Hamish!
Look, Iīve g-g...
- Got to go. - Yo, yo!
These are firing, man!
- You can do this professional. - Yeah? Tell my old m-man.
He thinks working here is all Iīm good for.
Well, heīs wrong. Who is your dad?
P- Paul.
- Paul Endicott. - Hey, I know her.
Thatīs... Whatīs her name? Polly.
- The daughter of that solicitor. - Hamish!
Maria Henry, yeah. Yeah. Nice woman.
Close friend of my fatherīs.
No, Iīm just her daughter.
Iīm not responsible for the telephone bill.
Look, Iīm gona have to go, OK? Yeah, Iīll tell her.
- Your mum not in? - No. She was.
- Sheīs gone to work. - Good.
Hairīs nice.
You gona invite me in, then?
Why wasnīt I told that Carradine...
was caught embezzling funds from the club?
- What? - You heard me.
You went there last week. You interviewed him.
He was subsequently sacked.
Who told you that?
They wanted it kept discreet.
- I didnīt think it was relevant. - Bollocks!
Iīm the senior officer. Iīll decide whatīs relevant.
If youīre covering up for someone,
I swear, Iīll mark your card good.
- Iīve got a tener. What is it? - Speed or something. Who cares?
A tener. Weīre not gona get very much with that, are we?
Look, I donīt like him coming here, Poll.
Donīt be stupid. These old farts will never know the difference.
My old man would. Any old excuse and Iīll be out on my ear.
Yeah, well, heīs all talk.
One of these days, heīll open his lying mouth
and Iīm gona put my fist in it.
- Hello? - Hello?
Er... Yeah?
Hello?
- She was being cagey. - Come off it, sheīs a solicitor.
She has a responsibility to protect her clientsī interests.
- Fancy her, do you? - Iīd show her the error of her ways.
Richard, Burdett House. You heard anything from the Coucil?
Ten minutes of Mantovani, then the line went dead.
- Someone must know something. - If they do, theyīre not saying.
H Torres, a partnership of Panamanian lawyers.
Totally legit and totally uninterested in answering questions.
- Surprise - What about this woman at Denisīs?
- Got a description? - Not much.
I rechecked. She couldīve had red hair.
Maria Henry has got red hair. Denis had been phoning her all week.
- We got a printout from BT. - Now, thatīs interesting.
Richard, letīs pay her a social visit.
Anyone been to Burdett House yet? For Godīs sake. Come on, Richard.
Come on!
They all lock the same and smell the same.
Know what the Russians call them?
- No what? - Stack a prole
- Whatīs this one called again? - Fort Larchmont.
- Also known as the Larchmont Estate. - Larchmont Estate...
Makes it sound pretty. Like somewhere you might actually want to live.
300 grand for this lot. Someoneīs having us on.
I think itīs time to have a talk to Mrs Henry.
I understand that for legal reasons, you feel unable
to comment on this case or grant us access to any of your files.
Thatīs correct. I honestly feel Iīve been as frank as I dare be.
Youīre divorced, arenīt you, Mrs Henry?
Iīm sorry, but whatīs my private life got to do with this investigation?
Well, weīre trying to build a profile of Denis Carradine and his friends.
Now, when was the last time you spoke to Mr Carradine?
Well, I donīt really know. Over a week ago. It was at the club.
Oh...
We have...
We have a record of Denis Carradineīs 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 answerphone.
Messages are all logged in the diary. Please be my guest.
This is just a formality and Iīm 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 donīt think anyone is suggesting that.
Good. Having diner with Paul Endicott and his wife at the club.
20 or 30 people can give us an alibi, if you really think itīs necessary.
You may find it quaint, Superintendent,
but I have a reputation in this town.
And itīs very important to me.
In future, before you doubt my honesty,
please check your facts first
Now, if youīll excuse me, I am rather busy.
Are we to understand that the girl you arrested...
in conection with this murder has been released?
Yes, we couldnīt hold her any longer.
She was charged with breaking-and-entering.
We all know what that means.
I understand your disappointment but burglary is not murder.
Now, Michael Thomas is already dead.
Iīm sure you wouldnīt want us to charge Sheila with something she didnīt do,
upon which we could get no conviction.
Itīs easy to ridicule middle-class values.
But we have rights too. We want to protect what we worked for.
Actually, weīve been relatively lucky so far.
If weīd have had the Ranleigh Housing Association right on our doorstep,
weīd have been in trouble
- Housing association? - There was a dreadful fuss
Thereīs been an investigation into the sale of Burdett House.
The Chief Planing Officer, Paul Endicott, was suspended.
- Investigation? - A witchhut, more like!
Ask James Greenlees. Heīll tell you. Heīs Chairman of the Housing Committee.
He had to head the damn thing. It was absurd, do you remember?
Burdett House. OK, letīs assume Denis put his 180 grand into buying it.
Thanks. It was 300,000. Where did the other 120 come from?
- He mustīve had a partner. - Well done, Sherlock.
- Right. Anything else? Anyone? - Maybe he offered Denis some deal?
- 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.
Tennison.
Greenlees is chairman of the Housing Committee. Heīs Endicottīs boss.
- Heīs got to be involved. - Chris, youīve no proof of that.
I want Greenlees interviewed, here at the nick, not all comfy at home.
Christ, being a Tory coucillor is not a sin.
- He lied about Denis getting sacked. - That donīt mean he killed him!
Shut up, please!
Sorry, not you. What did you say?
Well, thank you.
Denis Carradineīs car was found torched
outside Maria Henryīs house last night.
I want that court order.
So why should someone steal Denis Carradineīs car,
park it outside your house
...and then set light to it?
For Godīs sake, I keep telling you! Iīve no idea!
Itīs probably those yobs on the estate that you let go.
It was all a coincidence, was it?
You donīt really expect us to believe that, do you, Mrs Henry?
Quite frankly, I donīt care what you believe. It happens to be the truth.
Mrs Henry, Iīm obliged to inform you that weīve applied for a court order
to search your premises, and impound any documents relevant to this case.
- Thank you. - This is outrageous!
Some joyrider leaves a car outside my house and you raid my office?
You leave us no alternative. I hope it doesnīt damage your reputation.
- Hello. - Hello.
Whatīs 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 youīre using drugs, Iīll kill you!
Polly... Iīm sorry...
Please, darling...
Sit down, please.
Well...
This is absurd! Good God, canīt we leave the man some dignity?
All right, all right.
Denis was...
...homosexual.
He was seen at certain pubs and clubs.
Thatīs 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 weīre finished.
So? Who saw him, Mr Greenlees?
Now, Inspector.
Iīll be back in five minutes.
I expect Mr Greenlees to be here when I get back.
Eight quid? You gotta be joking!
Itīs all Iīve g-got.
Please, Geoff.
Oh, go on, then. Seeing as itīs you.
Santaīs 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.
Polly. S-Sheīs underage.
You wana get that s-seen to, mate.
Two B-Bacardi and C-Cokes, all right?
N- No, I c-canīt.
Right, well, Iīll s-serve myself, then.
Fast hands, boy.
- Fast hands. - Put that b-back!
M- Make me.
Hamish, is your father here?
Mum, this is Geoff.
I donīt 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
Surely you could stop for a drink, Mrs Henry. Iīm buying.
Now, Polly. Please, darling, come on.
Mrs Henry, I have the police on the phone.
Your secretary gave them the number. Itīs urgent.
Right Iīd better be going See you later Mrs Henry
- Polly. - Wait, Iīll come with you, Geoff.
Polly, wait, please! Yes, three oīclock. Iīll be there, OK.
Polly! Polly!
So weīre just coming up behind the stolen car.
And moving alongside.
This is the frame weīve got.
Thatīs it after enhacement.
- Do you recognise him, Mrs Henry? - No.
Iīm sure Iīve never seen him before.
No. Iīm positive.
Lyne?
- Lyne? - Hamish cut his hand.
Well, heīs dropped blood all over the carpet.
- Hamish! - Paul! Heīs hurt his hand.
- Hamish, why arenīt you at work? - I...
- Oh, for Godīs sake. ...w- was.
You werenīt. I was just there.
I thought you werenīt going to the club, Paul.
I had to talk to Jimmy Greenlees about that Coucil meeting tonight.
Hamish!
Mr Endicott?
Superintendent Tennison.
This is Detective Sergeant Cromwell.
Well, we didnīt see him socially.
We might occasionally bump into him at the club. That was all.
- So you had no business conection? - No why?
You were involved in the sale of Burdett House
Did you know that Denis was involved in the development company that bought it?
No, I didnīt.
Was the sale of Burdett House your decisión?
Mine?
You obviously have no idea how local government works, do you?
Perhaps you should go on a course, Sergeant.
Do you think people have courses on 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 Planing 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 Iīm not gona have it.
Mr Carradineīs solicitor puts the selling price at around Ģ300,000.
For 200 acres of prime land.
Would you not agree that thatīs well below the market price?
Thereīs a Coucil meeting tonight. Why donīt you ask them?
Now, if you will excuse me.
Denis Carradineīs solicitor, Maria Henry.
Sheīs... a friend of yours, isnīt she?
My private life is my own affair. Itīs got sod all to do with you lot.
Lyne, these ladies are leaving.
Once again, Mr Chairman, we discover a favoured developer
bidding less and still being awarded the contract
And not because of the efficacy of its proposal, oh, no.
Because it suits the political aspirations of this Coucil.
Point of order! Point of order!
Mr Mason, sit down.
It is exactly this climate of witchhunt...
...and hysteria, whipped up by the opposition and the press,
that has hampered this internal inquiry.
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 Coucil conducts its business.
Withdraw that remark.
Why? Itīs the truth.
Order! Point of order!
Mr Mason, if you donīt sit down, I shall have to have you removed.
- You should be removed. - Point of order!
Stewards! Clear the chamber.
Out, out!
This meeting is now formally adjourned.
Out, out, out!
Just sit her down, please.
Police officer! Sheīs got a warrant, you pillock!
This is typical of your conduct sice you arrived in this borough.
From your failure to control your officers to harrying inocent 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 didnīt happen like that. - A politically-motivated witchhunt?
- Greenlees wants us off the case. - Heīs not the only one
Cromwellīs suspended, youīre back here, now.
- Raymondīs taking over. - Look!
No, you look! Youīve got no bloody case.
- Burdett House is a part of... - Donīt give me that conspiracy crap.
I donīt want to hear it.
All right.
All right. Well, let me put it this way.
Supposing some hairy leflwing journalist got hold of the story
that the Met did nothing about a major Coucil fraud...
associated with a murder?
Conspiracy is exactly what theyīd call it.
I donīt know, but the press do have a funy way
of finding out about these things, donīt they?
Are you threatening me?
I want Cromwell back on the case.
Politics, Mike. Itīs what itīs all about.
- Get a result, Jane. - Of course, sir.
Whereīve you been? Youīve had me worried sick.
- Drink too much, did he? - Donīt be so bloody facetious.
- I asked you a question. - With Geoff, all right?
I stayed with Geoff.
Youīve got your lover and Iīve got mine.
You stupid little slut.
Yeah, well, at least mineīs not cheating on his wife.
Polly! Polly, please!
- What are we gona do? - For Godīs sake, stop your snivelling!
Christine.
I want to have a few words about personal security.
Yeah, you may well laugh, lads, but itīs 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 Iīm 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 their courtesy,
thereīs sod all lefl for anyone else.
- Heīs scared you off. - You were out of line in his office.
- You were out of line last night. - You finished?
No, I have not, so shut up and sit down!
I put my job on the line for you this morning.
Donīt know why. You sure as hell havenīt earned it. So start.
- Iīm not suspended? - Itīs on hold.
I want Denis Carradineīs killers. Chris, I want them all.
I know you can help us get them.
Just donīt let your pride blow it for us, all right?
Right.
Well, whereīs Raymond? Heīs not gona be pleased.
You bastards...
Police! Open the door! Right, in you go.
Get off!
Geoff?
That is why they call them the filth!
Right little slag, ainīt you?
Geoff...
All right. How much?
Come on, you donīt think Iīm gona do it for nothing, do you?
Canīt afford it, eh? You got your mummyīs problem.
Two slags in one family. I shouldīve known.
I donīt understand.
Why are you doing this to me?
Aw...
Does little Polly want to know why?
Denis knew about the Coucil fraud. We knew he was desperate for money.
Weīre still no closer to the actual killers.
Maria and Endicott have both got alibis.
They couldīve paid someone.
Yeah, why pay someone to kill the blackmailer?
- Just pay the blackmailer. - They couldnīt anyway, Guv.
Sheīs skint. Weīve checked her accounts.
And Endicott is in the middle of this inquiry. Heīd dare not.
Which puts us back to square one.
Pull Maria in, Guv. What we got to lose?
A lot. Sheīs been to law school. Sheīll run legal rings around us.
Got a female downstairs, name of Henry. Doesnīt look too good.
- Sheīs brought herself in. - Diner on a plate.
The doctorīs on his way.
- Who did this to you, Polly? - A man.
Geoffrey Brenan.
I want him arrested.
- Bastard. - All right, OK...
- Does your mother know youīre 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, now, look. 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? Whoīs Paul?
Her boyfriend. Paul Endicott.
Itīs all right for her, she can do whatever she likes,
but when itīs 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 heīd 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 daughterīs been beaten up but keep them apart.
Lan, you entertain her. Rest of you come with me.
Where?
To arrest Geoffrey Brenan for the murder of Denis Carradine.
- Who the hellīs Geoffrey Brenan? - Bound to be a Tory coucillor!
Hey, Derek!
- Whatīs going on? - DCI Raymond nicked Sheila Bower.
- Itīs not a great idea. - Who sanctioned this?
Your chief superintendent felt the squatter and drug problem was getting out-of-hand.
Oi!
- Excuse me. - Itīs all a bloody game, isnīt it?
Guv.
Mr Brenan! Police.
Police!
Anyone?
Guv.
Itīll be half an hour soon. Where the hell is he?
Oh, itīs all right. Here he is.
Two in a week. Still, think of the overtime, eh?
Maīam, 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, īīYou leave it there, youīre asking for trouble. īī
- Then this bloke gets out. - This Jeep, was it a Range Rover?
Oh, I donīt know.
And when I came back up again, he was banging on matey boyīs 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 Iīve 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 Coucil.
It cost somewhere in the region of Ģ300,000.
Cheap for such a large property, wouldnīt you say?
I wouldnīt really know. We were only involved in the conveyancing.
- It was a crumbling heap. - With planing permissión for luxury homes.
Inside information that you knew.
Paul Endicott told you.
The Coucil had to sell Burdett House as quickly as possible,
to stop a housing cooperative from buying it.
Not the right kind of people.
The buyers stood to make a fortue. You and Denis.
Were you his silent partner, Maria?
No! That would be both illegal and unethical!
Yes, exactly what the Coucilīs gerrymandering policy was.
When it blew up in their faces and they withheld planing permissión,
you and Denis were left holding a property worth nothing
That is pure speculation and you know it.
Um...
How would you define your relationship with Paul Endicott?
Heīs a friend. Our families meet socially.
So any suggestion that you are involved in a sexual relationship...
would be quite utrue?
His wife is a friend of mine, Superintendent.
I see.
And when did you last see Mr Endicott?
- I donīt know. A few days ago. - Didnīt you see him this morning?
Absolutely not! Who told you that?
Your daughter Polly
You see, she seems to think
the two of you having been having an affair for months.
Mrs Henry?
Have you interviewed her? Polly is 15, Superintendent. Sheīs 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 wasnīt interviewed.
I hope not. For your sake.
- And Mr Endicott? - Is a friend. Thatīs all.
I see.
Weīve compiled an ID of a man seen earlier
at Denis Carradineīs house on the night of the murder.
The description matches a man called Geoffrey Brenan. Do you know him?
No.
This is Geoffrey Brenan.
This is the man who stole Denisīs 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, Iīve already told you.
Did you know your daughter was sleeping with him?
What are you talking about? Sheīs 15!
She says you met them together yesterday.
Yesterday?
Yes, at the Huntington Club.
Yes, I met someone there, but he didnīt look like that.
Youīre 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, youīll be in a great deal of trouble.
Your daughter came here with her face in a mess
and accused Brenan of attacking her.
We went to arrest him and found him dead.
- Itīs as simple as that. - I donīt believe that.
You believe what you like.
You see, we have a description of a man and a woman,
seen at the time of Brenanīs murder, that matches you and Paul Endicott.
I think that you and your lover conspired to murder Denis Carradine
and employed Geoffrey Brenan to do it.
And subsequently, when he threatened you...
...the pair of you got rid of him.
If you really believed that, youīd charge me.
Right, so sheīs not going to stick her hand up.
Maybe thereīs something in her office.
No way, sheīs too sure of herself. Covered her tracks.
- God, what a bitch. - So what now?
Richard, any news from Brenanīs flat?
Looks like he was attacked with a hammer.
We should get something off it.
Forensic reckon he was given a right whacking.
Letīs get Maria printed. Get a court order.
- Whereīs Endicott? - Interview room, Guv.
- Heīs got a solicitor with him. - Right, letīs have a crack at him.
Good luck, Guv.
Geoffrey Brenan was found murdered at his flat...
on the Larchmont Estate at 1:15 today.
God...
Well, it wasnīt me.
Maria Henry and you are good friends, arenīt 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, thatīs not true.
Wasnīt it you who recommended the sale to the Planing Committee?
- I told you, it was a vote. - The whole scam was your idea.
We know there is a conection
between the sale of Burdett House and Geoffrey Brenanīs murder.
Well, it wasnīt me. I didnīt... 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.
You drive a green Monterey.
- Look, I wasnīt there! - Where were you at 12:00?
I went out for a walk.
Where? Did anyone see you?
Um... No.
My client is under no obligation to answer these questions.
Thatīs right. Thatīs a very good idea. Say nothing, Paul.
Because I think you and Maria paid Brenan to murder Denis Carradine.
And whateveryou say thatīs what Iīll charge you with
Weīd better get his prints done.
- Um! - Iīll get a court order
Um...
Look...
I didnīt even know this Geoffrey Brenan even existed until today.
Thatīs the truth. Um...
Maria was frightened.
She said someone was threatening her and she asked me to stay over.
Anyway
...that was when she told me.
Maria... That she said sheīd done it.
Done what?
That sheīd hired Brenan to kill Denis.
Why?
Because he was going to expose the Burdett House deal.
He wanted her to bail him out, but she didnīt have the money.
If she didnīt have it, where did she find the cash to hire Brenan?
- You? - No! No!
I knew nothing about it! Maria said she was going to pay Brenan.
She promised him Ģ2,000, was going to give him half of it up front.
She did that, but she didnīt have the rest.
He... Well, he threatened her. He wouldnīt wait. He was furious.
Brenan, he was just completely out of control and um...
She said that I should pay him off or...
Or weīd have to get rid of him too.
Is that what you did?
No...
All right.
Paul, if it wasnīt you driving your car with Maria Henry...
...who do you think it was?
I donīt know. I really donīt.
Look... The...
The Coucil inquiry is going to exonerate me.
So why would I risk all that?
I think weīd better take a statement.
Youīve 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 gona exonerate him? Guv, heīs got to be involved.
Chris, I know heīs an arrogant shit. That doesnīt make him an accessory.
Forget him. We havenīt got enough to prosecute these two yet.
- About time! - Right.
- The good news or the bad news? - The good news.
That hammer we found, the pathologist thinks itīs a reasonable bet.
The blood grouping looks good and itīs covered in prints.
Yes!
The bad news is none of them match Paul Endicottīs.
- Well... What about Maria Henry? - Sorry.
So far, thereīs no forensic evidence to put either of them near that flat.
Not finished yet.
This is Detective Sergeant Cromwell.
A continuation of the interview with Maria Henry.
The time is 18:32. Entering the room, Superintendent Tennison.
Well, itīs not gona work, Maria.
Paul Endicott has made a statement.
He says the murders are all down to you.
- Rubbish. - Heīs signed it.
īīBrenan strung Denis up and then pulled down his trousers
and his underpants to make it look like some kind a sex game. īī
He was your oldest friend. Was that your idea?
You even went to see him earlier that day.
Weīve got an ID, Maria. Why did you do that?
The right to remain silent seems to be a concept you donīt fully understand.
Why remain silent if you have nothing to hide?
Why lie?
All right.
I admit I visited Denis.
Look, letīs try and clear this up once and for all.
Denis had been caught embezzling money from the Huntington Club.
Well. Thatīs why all the phone calls.
I didnīt tell you because...
Well, quite frankly, I was embarrassed.
I mean, Iīve got friends at the club
and I didnīt 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 didnīt, because you didnīt make one, did you?
You canīt, Maria. Youīre broke. We know, weīve checked.
Your money is tied up in the Burdett House scam.
You couldnīt even afford to pay Brenan.
Thatīs completely untrue. I know nothing about that.
Itīs all down here in black and white.
Paul Endicott is a drunk and a liar.
Heīs also totally corrupt and I can prove it.
He was the one that approached Denis about Burdett House. I had nothing to do with it!
In Fact, if you check my files, I actually advised Denis against the purchase.
Endicottīs been taking kickbacks for years.
I absolutely deny everything he says and you canīt prove otherwise.
Now, Iīd like to see my daughter, please.
Itīs all circumstantial.
And Polly? We have to let her see her.
- Not yet. Not yet. - Oh, Superintendent.
Paul Endicottīs wife phoned me. She was very upset.
- She told me heīd been arrested. - Yes, yes, thatīs correct.
There was a murder on the Larchmont...
So I understand.
Youīve got the wrong man, Superintendent.
I can assure you, Paul wouldnīt be seen dead on the Larchmont Estate.
Thank you, weīll bear that in mind.
I take it this is just an informal interview, then, and youīll be releasing him shortly?
Mr Greenlees, someone is dead.
He may not have been part of your iner circle of friends,
but he still had rights and someone caved his head in.
Iīm in charge of this case and I will decide who gets released and when! All right?
I knew youīd blow it.
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,
īīIīve killed someone. You better lock me up. īī
Why did you want to kill him, Hamish?
Heīs a b-b-b-b...
Heīs a bastard!
He d-didnīt deserve to live after what he d-did.
- What did he do? - You know, to P-P...
...Polly.
- What did he do to Polly? - He
...r- raped her.
And Iīd do it again.
Who told you that, Hamish? Who told you that Brenan raped Polly?
Was it Maria?
No.
- She told me. - Cos that wasnīt true.
S- Sh...
- She told me. - Hamish, she was lying.
N- n...
N... Iīm n-not saying any 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-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.
Iīm suspending this interview.
Hamish, look, Iīm 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, itīs all right.
Come on.
Look. Denis was a friend of yours, wasnīt he?
Yeah.
- He was all right. - Hmm.
He was a friend of Mariaīs too.
Until she had him killed.
No.
She couldnīt.
Listen, you know that Maria and your father were lovers, donīt you?
Well, she and your father were involved in a fraud.
And Denis was the front man. Weīve got your father here.
Hamish, heīs...
helping us with our enquiries.
I donīt...
...b- believe you.
Itīs the truth.
Maria had Denis killed to stop him from talking.
Here.
You see, she paid Brenan to kill him.
And then she got you get rid of him.
Oh, she used you, my love.
She used you, just like she used Denis, like she used your father.
For Christīs sake, why are you trying to protect her?
But she...
All right! All right, play the martyr.
Let me tell you, if you donīt start talking soon,
Polly is gona go down as an accessory to murder.
And do you know what that means, Hamish? That means, Polly is gona go to prison.
- Prison. - It wasnīt her, all right?
Well, who was it?
I want to see my daughter.
I keep telling you, that is not possible.
Where were you this afternoon?
Superintendent Tennison entering the room at 7:42pm.
At 1:00 today, you were with Hamish Endicott on the Larchmont Estate.
I was not!
You lied about your daughter being raped...
and then you sent that boy out to do your dirty work for you.
He bungled it, Maria. He dropped the hammer.
Then he got himself arrested.
Heīs here. Heīs told us everything.
Are you saying Hamish murdered Geoffrey Brenan?
Well, as if you didnīt 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 havenīt the faintest idea. It could just as easily have been my daughter.
Oh, God, youīd do anything, wouldnīt you?
I havenīt done anything, Sergeant.
Youīve manufactureda lot of hearsay evidence that you know wonīt hold up in court
and youīre panicking.
Polly!
Can you come with us, please?
You too. Come on.
Geoffrey Brenan is dead Polly
What?
No.
No, he canīt be!
He was murdered.
Hamish Endicott killed him. We know that.
We also know that there was a red-haired female with him.
It wasnīt me! I didnīt do it! I didnīt!
Darling, theyīre just trying to frighten you. Now, say nothing.
We want you to answer some questions.
- Mummy! Help me! - Itīs all right!
Mummy wonīt let them hurt you, darling.
Sheīs underage. You canīt touch her and you know it.
But I didnīt do it! I didnīt do it!
Polly! Where were you at 1:00 today, Polly?
- I donīt know. - For Godīs sake, stop this!
- Why arenīt you stopping this? - Where were you?
Why are you doing this to me?
Youīre under 16, Polly. They canīt touch you. Say nothing.
Did you tell Hamish that youīd been raped?
What?
Well, who told Hamish that Geoff had raped you?
Who knew how much he loved you?
Who went cut there with him in his fatherīs car, this red-haired woman?
Who gave him a hammer and who told him to bash Geoffīs head in?
- It wasnīt me! - For Godīs sake, sheīs just a child.
Mummy, I didnīt 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, donīt you?
Youīre going with him. Do you know why?
Because the woman who was with him is going to let you.
Thatīs a lie!
I never said it was her and you know it
Oh, no... No, theyīre lying.
Darling, I love you. I wouldnīt let anything happen to you.
Someone must have made Hamish kill Geoff, Polly.
Oh, Polly, please!
- You slept with him. - I didnīt
- Polly, I love you. - Liar!
Geoff told me, Mum.
All right, so if it wasnīt you, who was that red-haired woman?
Oh, all right!
All right...
Iīll tell you. Just stop this.
Please
You did it. Sheīs admitted everything. Well done.
She used her daughter and we did the same. Whatīs the difference?
Another retirement due to ill health?
Give Greenlees a month and itīll be as if none of this ever happened.
Well, itīs not our job, is it?
- Should be. Heīs as guilty as... - Politics is what itīs all about.
Politics!
- Give me a cigarette, would you? - I didnīt know you smoked.
I donīt.