PRIME SUSPECT Episode 3 - Part 2 The Keeper Of Souls
Saturday afternoon, this blokeīs in town doing his shopping.
Suddenly he starts screaming and shouting.
"I am sick of people in this town calling me a sheepshagger! "
"Listen, I deliver milk to the local school -
nobody calls me the milk giver.
I give clothes to the jumble sale - nobody calls me the clothes giver.
I help at the local community centre - nobody calls me the community worker.
I shag one sheep... "
Itīs brilliant, itīs brilliant. Yeah.
Iīve just heard - we didnīt get anything off the Smithy tapes.
This just came through. Iīve been doing a bit of digging after a tip-off.
1979- a Mr Edward Parker was accused of molesting a boy in his care
when he ran a home for kids in Manchester.
Case dismissed. Lack of evidence. Anthony Field.
1986- indecent assault on a minor. Case dismissed.
Same Mr Edward Parker again,
this time running the Calloway Centre in Cardiff, another home for kids.
Jason Baldwin.
Youīre saying this Edward Parkerīs the same...
Could be Edward Parker-Jones.
Iīve got the addresses of the two kids. Iīd be up in Manchester and back by tonight.
- Manchester? - Yeah. Cross over to Cardiff.
Nice to get something on Parker-Jones, eh?
- Dig a bit of dirt. - Yeah. Iīll do it, Iīll go.
You? I thought youīd wanna be here.
No.
Give me a chance to talk to Dalton.
Er, Richard, can I have a word with you?
I donīt bloody believe this. I do all the legwork and she gets a day away.
Didnīt have time this morning to do a briefing,
so letīs do it now and then crack on.
We know that Jackson would have taken about ten minutes
from the Advice Centre to Vernon Reynoldsī flat and back.
There are two possible routes. Richard, get a team together, blanket the area.
- Any news on Jackson? - No, we havenīt found him yet.
Thatīs brilliant. Go to his old hunting ground, stations
Thatīs where you picked him up first.
Weīve got a good motive now for Connieīs murder...
and we all know that it wasnīt robbery.
What are you muttering about, Bill?
Just some clubs where he met his clients.
Er, yeah. No addresses as yet.
But the clubs are Bowery Roof,
Lolaīs, Judyīs, and something that sounded like Puddles.
Poodles. Itīs called Poodles.
The other two are gay bars.
But the Bowery Roof is a very exclusive place.
Lots of drag acts, transsexuals, transvestites.
Most members are city types. Professionals.
Youīre a bit well-informed. I only just got these.
Iīm a member.
Are you joking, Ray?
- Thatīs not funny. - I know it isnīt.
Iīm gay.
You took your time in telling us. I mean, I know itīs your own private business...
- Iīll leave the team if thatīs what you want. - No, wait a minute. No. Sit down.
Which of those clubs do you think are most likely to be frequented by...
- Judges, MPs? ...police officers?
The Bowery.
- You well-known there? - No.
Itīs very expensive.
Iīve only been twice. But I do know one thing.
Asking questions with the others in tow - never get past the front door and word would leak.
Youīd never even get to the top brass, let alone ask them questions.
What about access to membership lists?
- No chance. - Shit.
Most of them use false names or coded names.
Even though what theyīre doing is perfectly legal.
But if they are going with underage kids, that ups the ante even further on covering up.
So who they are would be really hush-hush.
I mean, theyīve really got to protect themselves.
One hint of a leak and theyīll close ranks.
uless...
We could get the lads to drag up. Go in that way.
- Nobody pays any attention to them. - Oh, yeah, right!
Iīd pay to see that.
Go and get some lunch. Oh, and tell Dalton to get his skates on, will you?
- Weīve got a train to catch. - Sure.
Thanks, Ray.
Only one name off the Smithy tapes.
- But itīs your man. Itīs Jackson. - I know. Lets you off the hook, doesnīt it?
Just a joke.
Look, Jack, it may not be the time to talk about this,
but itīs gotta be obvious to you that this case, itīs opening right up.
Itīs treading on Operation Contractīs heels.
Itīs my honest opinion that we should just cut our losses
and concentrate on the murder investigation, because...
Iīm getting information that goes a whole lot deeper than a clean-up of street kids.
I think Colin Jenkins was murdered to silence him
because he was about to name the men involved in a paedophile ring.
And you think Parker-Jones is involved.
Well, heīs being very helpful, very co-operative.
I donīt have a shred of evidence to link him with any paedophile ring, but...
the Advice Centre, along with a number of other venues...
And what about Jackson?
I think that he murdered Colin Jenkins.
- But... - But?
Itīs uh... Itīs nothing.
Youīd better reel in Jackson, then.
You have a very impressive career.
Donīt blow it.
Charge Jackson...
...and bury everything else.
Youīve not said anything, Bill. What do you think?
What, about him? Donīt worry me.
We had one at Southampton Row. He didnīt last long.
- See you in the pub, then. - Yeah.
- Is it true? - What? That Iīm gay?
I just donīt believe in this day and age everybodyīs making such a big deal of it.
What are you looking at me like that for?
I just donīt understand.
- I thought I knew you. - You do.
- Why? - Are you asking me why Iīm gay?
Itīs the way I am. Always have been.
Queer?
Yeah.
Queer.
Iīm gay. I donīt apologise for it.
Look at you.
The other two will come out with infantile, puerile cracks from now on.
I just donīt believe it.
- Do you live with a bloke? - Do you?
- Of course I bloody donīt. - What difference does it make?
My private life is just that.
I donīt poke my nose in yours. What gives you the right to ask about mine?
Because I work with you!
As a matter of fact... I do live with somebody.
And Iīm very happy... thank you.
Listen, I was gay before I met you.
Didnīt start touching you up,
or propositioning you,
did I?
I respect you. Why donīt you respect me?
Now back off.
- Manchester. Thereīs a coincidence. - Is there?
Itīs just I was supposed to meet a friend from there just now.
Give you a lift, yeah? Iīm in a car.
Come on.
Hello? Itīs Tennison.
Iīm at Euston on my way to Manchester. Yeah, then Cardiff.
Listen, I want a car followed. A dark blue Mercedes. Old four-door saloon.
Yeah, Iīll get the number to you. The suspectīs name is James Jackson.
OK? I want him tailed but not apprehended.
Get Otley and Hall on it.
Itīs Larry Hall. Put me through to Vice.
Weīre outside Jacksonīs house now.
Kathy, anything on the house in Langley Road yet?
Look, I will call you back as soon as Iīve got anything, all right?
Right.
- Shit. - What?
Billy Matthews. Madam wants him requestioned about the Connie video.
Itīs all very well her saying arrest him, but weīve been doing that for the past year.
Heīs only had four court appearances already.
Charing Cross Hospital. Emergency Ward.
Yes, got it. Edward Jones. Property owned by an Edward Jones.
First floor - Margaret Fuller. Second...
Basement - Abdul... unpronounceable.
God, itīs flatlets. Brilliant.
- Guess what? - What?
Billy Matthews discharged himself an hour after we left him there.
Do you know where I can get my batteries recharged?
Hello? Hello-o-o?
- Hello-o-o? - Guv.
Just a minute. Hello? Can you hear me?
Hello?
... phone.
Hello? Oh, hello.
Listen, you can gain entry even on suspición that a minor is being held there.
Well, Iīm reporting it, OK?
It isnīt about the bank, is it?
Only Anthonyīs sure to be made assistant manager
and I just wondered...
Sorry to keep you waiting. Only just got in.
- Is the kettle on, Ma? - Yes, yes.
When it whistles, Iīll hear it, if you want to go and listen to your programme.
Well, I...
Sorry. I got cold feet as you were late.
Sorry about that.
We donīt need a warrant.
Weīve reason to believe youīre holding a minor. You were seen leaving Euston.
Bullshit.
I know my rights, now piss off.
Youīve got no warrant. Youīre on private property.
I have, as a citizen, a right to defend my property. Now piss off.
- Are you Mrs Margaret Fuller? - Yes.
Is this the juvenile Iīm supposed to have prisoner?
Anybody up there? This is the police!
Leave him alone. I just wanna see the kidīs all right.
- Iīll break his arms. - Sheīs up here.
Get out of here! Youīre dead, Vera!
And this is my er...
My dad and my little sister.
They were killed in a car crash when I was five.
And after that, Mum had a nervous breakdown.
Thatīs why I was sent to the home.
Anthony, can you tell me about the court case?
Look, I know how difficult it is.
Really?
I need to know about the man who ran the home.
You see, itīs my belief that heīs still...
At it?
Mm.
His um...
His name was Edward Parker.
My case never even got to court.
Jesus.
Iīve called an ambulance. The other kidīs being taken in now.
- Vera wants to go. - Iīm doing a club tonight.
Can I go?
Iīm doing the cabaret.
You wonīt get any sense out of him.
- Heīll tell you anything just to stay here. - Iīm OK, Iīm OK.
Youīre not OK, Billy, love. Youīre not OK at all.
Can I go?
- Whereīs that bloody ambulance? - They said thereīd be a 15- minute delay.
- Donīt leave me. - Itīs all right, Billy, lad.
He had a special nickname for me
He said that whenever he used that special name it was a code.
That was when he wanted me to go to his room.
And how long did this abuse go on for... before you told anyone?
Three years.
There was no-one to tell.
He always said that... if I told anyone...
...I would have to eat my own faeces.
I got a letter from my mother.
She said she was much better.
So... I ran away.
I went to the police station...
and er... they called in a social worker.
A woman.
I had to tell her. It was very embarrassing.
How old were you then?
Eight, nearly nine.
They took my statement and then er...
...a plain-clothes police officer came into the room to question me.
Anthony, I really appreciate you telling us all this.
Can you go on?
Thank you.
This um... police officer -
I never knew his name -
he er, he asked me if I...
...if I knew what happened to little boys that tell lies.
And then I said I was not telling lies.
And he said er...
...well, we will soon know.
And um...
...um...
...he er... he undid my pants...
and er...
And he did it to me.
He said that um... that if I told anyone, I would go to prison.
This police officer penetrated you?
Mm.
- At the police station? - Mm-hm.
Was anyone else present?
So...
I said that I was, that I had been,
telling lies.
Case dismissed.
They er... they sent me back to the home.
I was there for another two years.
Mm.
I sincerely believe the man who assaulted you...
Iīm not interested in what you believe.
Iīm only interested in my life and my career.
Whatever happens to him now is no longer my concern.
I refuse to let him destroy my life.
- But youīll let him destroy others. - No. You let him.
I donīt care about anyone else.
If where was a court case - if -
then Iīd be forced to relive what that bastard did to me... again.
I only agreed to see you on condition that you didnīt want me to go to court.
I wonīt testify.
And you canīt make me.
So I told Halliday this morning.
I said, "We should just put Operation Contract quietly to bed. "
You worked on it for six months, didnīt you?
I worked on it for six months.
Doing surveillance on all the areas we targeted. Right.
On the night earmarked for the big swoop, Friday,
we got less than we would have done on a wet Tuesday afternoon.
Listen, did you target Edward Parker-Jones?
Why do you ask that?
I know you sent those faxes to Otley about the case.
One in Manchester, the other in Cardiff.
Look, Iīm going to be totally honest with you.
I Xeroxed these before I left,
just more or less to protect myself in case there was any shit.
Dig in to these. I think they go away back.
Maybe before me.
Chiswickīs the grand puppet master.
- Fancy a whisky upstairs? - Iīd love one.
- Ah. - Um...
Toothbrush, toothpaste and er... I thought you might need that. Itīs make-up remover.
Aw. Thank you. Thatīs very thoughtful. How much do I owe you?
Receiptīs in the bag.
This is Detective Chief Inspector David Lyall.
David, this is Brian Dalton. Detective Inspector Dalton.
- Pleased to meet you. - Likewise.
- So, is your room OK? - Yeah, roomīs fine.
Good. OK. Well, Iīll see you tomorrow. Early. OK?
- Night. - Yeah, OK.
- Didnīt expect to stay the night. - There you go.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
I hear very good things about you.
Youīre not scared off anything. Well, I am.
Thereīs gonna be lots of us demoted in our rank
and I know thereīs a superintendent vacancy coming up, so...
...you take these.
Iīm sorry, but Iīm looking out for my future.
This Sheehy inquiry has really put the flutter around.
The only ones safe will be those with 30 yearsī experience...
and I donīt fancy being demoted.
I worked hard enough for the DCI rank as it is.
So there was a leak.
Tell me, what do you think of Bill Otley?
Good man.
One of the old school. Hard worker.
- Did he tell you that? - About the leak? Yeah.
Well, I reckon Iīve done my favour.
- Good luck to you. - Thanks, David.
Where is that vacancy?
Itīs one of the AMIT areas. Everybody canīt go up but Iīm going to give it my best shot.
Good night, love.
- Good luck. - Thank you.
My wifeīs not gonna believe this.
- I told her I was off duty. - Itīs that film, innit? Some Like It Hot.
Tony Curtis and?
Jack Lemmon. It was dreadful. Silly walks. Theyīd never have got away with it.
Anybody could see they werenīt female.
That wasnīt the point though. It was a comedy.
Well, for some, dear, being in drag is the only time they feel right.
It is not funny at all... is it?
I wouldnīt know.
- How much did they set you back? - A lot.
Redīs here now.
Iīve not got much time before I go on, so letīs make it snappy.
One at a time. I donīt know if I can get you in the back bar. Itīs jammed in there.
- Maybe you can work it yourselves? ...a great favourite!
A truly beautiful and talented act.
Please welcome Miss Vera Reynolds!
# I wanna be loved by you
# Just you
# Nobody else but you...
Come on, letīs mingle.
#... loved by you alone
# Boo-boop-bee-doo
# I wanna be kissed by you
# Just you
# Nobody else but you...
- Are you crazy? Why? Why did you do it? - Because they asked me to.
Iīm out of here. If youīd got any sense, youīd leave too.
- Youīve got another spot. - You do it.
- I havenīt done my own yet. - They stick out like sore thumbs.
They donīt.
- Theyīre asking everyone bloody questions! - I want to help.
I thought you cared about Connie. Somebody killed him. You know it, I know it.
- You might be able to stomach what goes on... - Me?
You live with that slimebag, Mark Lewis, not me.
Iīve never been involved in it all, never...
But you are involved, arenīt you?
You lied to me.
I covered up for you, but all this stuff with the kids and Jackson.
Iīm shacking up at his place because Iīve got nowhere else to go.
He wonīt leave me alone till this blows over. Now youīve got the cops in here.
Heīll think I done it. Not you, me.
Red, those two queens of yours...
- Youīve got another spot, Vera. - Iīll do it.
Christ.
Those two queens of yours - Iīve had a complaint. Theyīll have to go.
All right. Iīll come clean.
I donīt know īem.
They latched on to me at Lolaīs club. They gave me a few quid to get īem in.
Itīs the truth, I swear before God.
Now, can I have a bit of privacy? My tits need readjusting.
Hey, Vera!
I bloody protected you, you slag!
And you bring the filth into my house!
- Why did you do that, then, Vera? - It wasnīt me.
I swear before God, Jimmy, it wasnīt me. I wouldnīt, would I?
- What? - I need you.
Why would I tip off the law about you?
Who is it to do with, then, eh?
Is it Red?
How much does he know?
Eh?
Whereīs Red?
I donīt know. Heīs not on tonight. He had a cold.
Heīs staying at Mark Lewisīs.
Itīs the truth, Jimmy, honestly. Thatīs how he knows everything.
? Techno
Bloody thing.
? Techno
- Where the bloody hell were you? - I was over there!
- Why didnīt you call out? - Have you got any handcuffs?
Oh, take a wild guess.
Skipper, itīs about Billy Matthews.
- Is he dead? - No, no, no. Heīs got a bronchial infection.
Heīs in Charing Cross Hospital. They wonīt treat him cos he keeps discharging himself.
He discharged himself last night and he discharged himself on the 17th.
- 17th. The night Connie died, right? - Yeah.
Discharged himself. So he couldnīt have been at the centre.
- Exactly. - Yeah, yeah, lovely.
Parker-Jones is very specific about that, Billy.
Alan Thorpe - he was too pissed to remember.
We find those other two lads, Jacksonīs screwed, right?
- Fancy a hamburger? - No, no. Iīm knackered.
- Came off hours ago. - On your bike. See you tomorrow.
All right.
I reckon he got a backhander.
You know Billy Matthews?
Well, when he first come up he was, what, ten?
Connie nabbed Billy fast, didnīt he?
Do you think Connie was paid for finding young kids, then?
- For the films, like. - Theyīre all perverts.
Big posh houses, lot of dough. Dirty bastards.
- You scruffy buggers didnīt go to posh houses. - Yeah. Yeah.
Do you two want to drive around in the panda, show me that posh house? Tenner in it for you.
OK. Come on.
Come on.
Come on, this is the fifth road. Is it here or what?
Thatīs the one. Has it got stone animals outside the gates?
Connie said they were lions.
Good lad. Remember anything else?
I think the ladīs pulling your leg, sarge.
This is Assistant Deputy Commissioner Kenningtonīs home.
Drive on.
- You said Jason was known to the locals. - Heīs more than known.
He spends more time in the cells than out.
Heīs a nice enough bloke when heīs sober, but heīs a nightmare when heīs not.
Heīs been had up for assault, petty crimes.
Has a lot of marital troubles.
Sheīs always calling us in but then withdraws the charges.
Well, the bad news isnīt even worth discussing.
Haskons and Lillie got dragged up.
- What? - Donīt even ask.
The good news is they brought in Jackson.
- Are you serious? They got dragged up? - I said I donīt wanna talk about it.
But thereīs another alibi down. Driscoll.
Heīs admitted that he lied because Jackson threatened to beat him up. What number is it?
WPC: 63. 5th floor.
Youīre from Liverpool right?
Yeah.
And um... how old were you when you first went into the home?
- Which one? - The one run by Edward Parker-Jones.
Ten.
I was sent there from a foster home.
I got into a bit of thieving, so they got shot of me.
Are you prepared to act as a witness for the prosecution?
Sure.
Thanks.
Can you tell me when the sexual abuse started?
It was um... the second or third day I was there.
Parker just called us into his office and um...
That was it. It started then.
Like you could do or say anything about it. It was like he was...
a law unto himself, you know.
And it wasnīt just me. He was having us all.
Heīd give you a certain amount of fags.
Like, it was five for a blow job.
You knew when one of the lads had gone all the way with him - they was flush with fags.
- Have you got one by the way? - Oh, yeah, sure.
Here.
Keep the pack. Iīm trying to give up.
What made you report him?
Short-changed us on some fags, didnīt he?
So I thought... "Screw him. "
Went to the social worker. Bitch.
She fancied him, you know. He used to get it off with women as well.
Anyway, she went on and on at me. Did I know what I was saying? What it meant?
I said, "Yeah, I know what it means to me. "
If you donīt do something about it, Iīm going to the cops.
- And how old were you then? - Dunno. 12, 13.
And did you go to the cops?
Yeah.
Well, he wouldnīt leave us alone, would he?
She wasnīt going to do anything about it, so...
I went to the police station.
Made a statement.
They were all running round, like, asking all these questions and then er...
...the doctor examined me and...
Er, yeah, and then um...
This copper gets me into his office and then...
And what happened then, Jason?
Um...
He said that... if I said I was lying...
...heīd make it cushy for me, give me money, cigarettes, things like that.
Said theyīd move me somewhere nice.
Do you remember the police officerīs name?
Was he in uniform?
He was a friend of Parkerīs. They worked it together.
So anyway, they sent me back, never got round to moving me.
And um...
I became a very heavy smoker.
Do you remember the doctorīs name? The one that examined you.
Thatīs not going to help you much. He died of cancer.
Nice fella.
His name was something... Ellis.
Well, thatīs it for now, I think. Thanks very much.
So, what are you doing now, Jason? Have you got a job?
No. No qualifications.
Five-year-old kid reads better than I do.
I do odd jobs around the place. Fix up cars.
I get drunk.
Like if...
...sometimes I get a bit angry.
And then you get into trouble.
Have you ever told anyone else about this?
Thereīs no point, is there? You just have to live with it.
I promise you we will do everything we can to put this man away.
I promise you that, Jason.
You havenīt got him, have you?
Not yet, no.
Well, goodbye, then, Jason. Weīll be in touch.
You know, one night at the home,
we was watching this documentary.
Sabe, it was a Nazi thing.
And this fella who ran the concentration camp...
You know what they are?
Well, his name was the Ángel of Death.
And after the war he escaped, right?
He was never hanged. Nobody arrested him. Nobody even brought him to trial.
Thatīs like Parker, isnīt it?
He did me for eight years. He did everyone in his care.
You know what we used to call him? We called him the "Keeper of Souls".
Jason, look, go back upstairs. Thereīs glass around. Youīll hurt yourself.
You want to see what the Keeper did to me?
The man who did this will pay for it, I promise you, Jason.
Look, I promise you.
Youīll just make your train.
Bronwen, can you do a crosscheck on this for me, please?
- Check with social services. - OK.
Heīll live.
Broken leg and hip bone. Heīs OK.
- His wife and kid. I sent a cab for them. - OK.
You know, Anthony and Jason? Thatīs too much of a coincidence.
I mean, if Edward Parker-Jones moved on, maybe so did that police officer.
Any developments on Jackson?
What?
- You said heīd been picked up. - Oh, no.
What about you?
Heard from that hospital yet?
No, not yet.
- Still waiting. - Oh? How long does it take?
I donīt know.
Donīt know.
What?
Well, when are you gonna come clean, Brian?
What do you mean?
When are you going to tell me what a high-flyer like you...
is doing attached to this investigation?
I mean, look at you. Youīre university educated.
Youīre Fraud Squad.
Youīre hand-in-glove with Chiswick.
I know you report back to him, for Godīs sake.
Come on, youīre my mate. You can tell me whatīs going on.
I have to report back to Commander Chiswick.
Lf, and only if, your investigation crosses another investigation.
Very good.
All right, youīve started now. So what investigation might that be?
Itīs about the blackmail of an assistant deputy commissioner.
He was, or had been, on enforced leave for eight months.
Six months previous to the blackmail threats.
One of the most senior officers ever to be subject to disciplinary procedures.
The matter was passed to the Home Office from Scotland Yard.
Who the hell is it?
Assistant Deputy Commissioner John Kennington.
What was going on before the blackmail?
Eight months enforced leave? Long time. Must have been something big.
Thereīs possible involvement with a paedophile ring.
Jason Baldwinīs social worker.
Margaret Spell. Sheīs now based in...
London. Thank you very much.
Kennington.
- Would you like some coffee? - No, thank you.
- So, what can I do for you, Chief Inspector? - Were you at one time working at Cardiff?
Yes. And in Liverpool. I also worked in Birmingham.
Was Edward Parker-Jones also working in Liverpool and Birmingham?
No.
Well, we can be thankful for that, canīt we?
Do you know Anthony Field?
No? Well, what about Jason Baldwin? He was one time a resident...
Yes, yes, yes. I remember Jason.
Do you have a close relationship with Edward Parker-Jones?
- I donīt think thatīs any of your business. - Yes, Margaret. Itīs very much my business.
Jason tried to kill himself right in front of me this afternoon.
Heīs prepared to make a statement that when he was in the care of Edward Parker-Jones,
he was sexually abused for a period of six years...
and that you, at that time, were his social worker.
You were Jason Baldwinīs social worker, werenīt you, Margaret?
You were Jasonīs social worker.
Yes.
Are you aware of these allegations?
Were you aware of them when you were working in Cardiff?
Oh... Jason was always telling lies.
He was a compulsive liar.
Ten-year-old boy, Margaret.
You refused to believe him and he had six more years of abuse.
Oh, God.
This is not true.
- If Iīd have believed for one moment... - Oh, you believe it, Margaret.
So, do you know Colin Jenkins?
No.
I was telling the truth. I...
I swear I didnīt even come here till 18 months ago.
Edward contacted me.
He even tried to renew our relationship.
Are you sure?
I mean, these young boys, theyīre always making up stories. I remember Jason...
Do you recall a doctor? Did a doctor examine Jason Baldwin?
Yes, of course he was examined.
Do you remember a police officer?
One who was close with Edward Parker-Jones?
You mean John Kennington.
Yes, yeah, it could be John Kennington.
Do you remember if he was plain clothes or in uniform? What rank was he?
Um...
I think he was a superintendent.
I never saw him in uniform.
Do you know if this John Kennington is still in touch with Edward Parker-Jones?
Er, yes, I think so.
If there anyone in this building who knows where Detective Chief Inspector Tennison is?
On her way back from Cardiff. Expecting her any moment now, boss.
And you two, as far as I am concerned, behaved in an utterly farcical manner.
One which would, if ever it were made public,
put not only myself but this entire department in jeopardy.
In your office.
Just tell me, in Godīs name, what possessed you to do it?
We brought Jackson in, sir.
Sorry. Iīll be right with you.
DS Haskons, DC Lillie.
You will return to Southampton Row as from tomorrow evening.
DI Ray Hebdon will leave... today.
Hey!
Get that crap down.
Naughty boys.
Well, this must be worth a bundle. Kennington didnīt buy this in his wages.
Happens to be my wifeīs.
Oh! Iīm sorry, sir.
Iīm Detective Chief Inspector Jane Tennison.
This is Detective Inspector Dalton, thatīs Brian Dalton.
So what seems to be the problem?
Weīre making inquiries into the death of a young boy. Colin Jenkins.
Did you know him, sir?
Do you know a James Jackson?
No.
- Anthony Field? - No.
Jason Baldwin?
No.
What er... what are you doing here, Chief Inspector?
Do you know Edward Parker-Jones?
Uh...
No, I canīt say that I do.
You were at one time stationed in Manchester,
I believe. And before that you were in Cardiff.
- Is that correct? - Yeah.
Did you at any time come across a social worker called Margaret Speel?
No, Iīm sorry, I donīt recall the name.
Just before your recent resignation, sir, you were about to instigate charges.
Could you tell me what they were?
What exactly is this inquiry about, Chief Inspector?
Please just answer the question, sir.
I have no inclination to answer anything else.
And Iīd appreciate it if you would leave.
Maybe you would recollect Colin Jenkins. Sometimes he was called Connie.
He would have been about 15 years old when you knew him.
He was about my height. He had red hair.
He was a practising homosexual.
Will you both leave - now?
Itīs just that I notice that you have pictures of young boys here.
Those are my sons.
- Will you please leave my house? - Was Colin Jenkins blackmailing you?
Edward Parker-Jones putting pressure on you? Which of them was blackmailing you?
Were you aware that Colin Jenkins was selling his story to the papers?
- Iīm sorry. John? - Mrs Kennington.
I am... Please.
Mrs Kennington, your husband was answering some questions.
Iīm investigating the death of a young boy, just 17 years old. He was a rent boy.
His name was Colin Jenkins. Maybe you read about it.
Hey, Mike.
Do you fancy a drink?
Sorry, Iīm late as it is.
- Nothing wrong, is there? - No, no.
I just wanted to have a word with you.
Um... what do you know about John Kennington?
Well, he just got his golden handshake. Why?
Is he a homosexual?
I donīt know.
Why do you ask?
I think he might be involved in this murder case that Iīm on.
- Murder? I thought you were on Vice? - Itīs the murder of a rent boy.
Er, sorry, Jane, thereīs nothing I can tell you.
Mike, Mike. God, theyīre just...
Theyīre young kids. 12, 13 years old.
Theyīre the same age as your kids, for Christīs sake.
- Do I have to spell it out for you? - Yes, you do.
If you start digging the dirt on John Kennington, itīll be a waste of time.
He may no longer be a big fish but he sure as hell has got lots of friends who are.
The whisperīll get out, heīll drop the word and you wonīt get near them.
And you wonīt help the kids. And the punters will still be there.
Theyīll all still be there out on the street. Back off this one, Jane.
Kenningtonīs out of the force.
Ignore it. That is the best... the only advice I can give you.
Well, thank you for your advice.
Oh, incidentally... Er... Mike?
You know thereīs that superintendency up for grabs - AMIT.
Do you happen to know which area that is?
Youīre going to become a player, are you?
- Good night. - Night.
Can I just say something? Um...
Well, apologise, really.
I just wanted you to know I didnīt really have much say in the matter
and er...
Um... Iīm sorry. And...
I- I donīt know where I am.
Iīm in some kind of limbo.
I canīt sleep!
My... My girlfriend...
I havenīt told her.
Iīm too scared to have sex with her.
Itīs just...
This whole thing, kind of, you know, hanging over us.
Listen, anyone would feel like that.
What if Iīve got Aids?
Iīm sorry. Sorry.
Shit. Sorry. Sorry.
Hey.
Itīs all right.
- Listen, I think you should talk to someone. - Yeah.
- I mean, someone who understands. - Yeah.
- You should go with your girlfriend. - OK.
Iīve got some contact numbers. Iīll give you the numbers as soon as possible, OK?
Yeah. Thank you.
Thanks a lot.
Iīve got Parker-Jones in Room Two.
What?
Heīs here?
- Whose bloody idea was that? - Mine.
We found some kids that recognised the property where we picked up Jackson.
- Itīs owned by Parker-Jones. - What?
Jacksonīs been living in a house owned by Parker-Jones. Itīs all there. Full report.
- Whoīs interviewing him? - Haskons and Lillie.
- Oh, shit. - As you werenīt here...
we couldnīt contact you.
Iīve just been trying to close the case.
No. I know what youīre doing, Bill. And youīre just not good enough.
I did not want Parker-Jones brought in yet.
- Have you got a reason? - Yeah. Iīm not ready for him.
Why exactly have I been brought in?
Why wasnīt all this asked before? Iīve been perfectly willing to co-operate.
Detective Chief Inspector.
The time is 18:30 and DCI Tennison has just entered the interview room.
Mr Parker-Jones, could you tell me about your relationship with Margaret Speel?
She is my fiancée.
Did you, in 1979, run the Harrow Home For Boys in Manchester?
- Yes. - And, in 1986...
- ...the Calloway Centre in Cardiff? - Yes.
Do you know Anthony Field?
Yes.
- Jason Baldwin? - Yes. They were both in my care.
Do you know a John Kennington?
Yes. Not well, but I have met him.
Will you tell me about one of your employees - James Jackson?
I wouldnīt call it employed, exactly.
He does, on the odd occasión, do some repairs for me.
Caretaking, that sort of thing.
How well do you know Mr Jackson?
Iīve already told you, I donīt know him on a personal or social level.
He simply does the occasional odd job for me, thatīs all.
But he lives in one of your properties, Mr Parker-Jones.
Yes. I have admitted this.
I pay Jackson a nominal amount and, in return, he repairs the property.
I have no reason to know what he does in his personal life.
Iīm not even sure if he lives on the property in a permanent basis,
as he told me he has an elderly mother he takes care of and spends a lot of time with.
How many names are you known under?
I have two houses in the name of Edwards and one in the name of Jones.
I have, on occasión, used both of them.
And why do you use different names on the deeds of your properties?
I just do. Thereīs no law against it.
Would you like to tell me about the two sexual assault charges -
one in Manchester and one in Cardiff?
Not really.
In both incidents all the charges were dropped.
I see no reason to discuss them now.
Did John Kennington assist or advise you in any way concerning these charges?
I donīt recall.
Have you ever attempted to get monies from John Kennington? Extortion. Blackmail.
- Did you ever attempt to get monies? - No. Thatīs ridiculous.
Are you aware that John Kennington was bringing charges...
I would certainly not attempt to extort monies...
from someone who has freely donated to my centre.
I have presented a detailed list, as requested,
of all those who give charitable donations to the centre.
I presume this information was passed on to you.
Did you call the emergency services on the night of the 17th?
- Iīm sorry? - An ambulance.
Did you call an ambulance on the night of the 17th?
No.
Would you please state where you were on the night of the 17th
between the hours of 8:15 and 9:30?
I have already told you. I never left the Advice Centre.
This is really becoming ludicrous.
Is it?
Are you aware that it is illegal to display false credentials?
So would you tell me the names of all the witnesses
that you say saw you at the Advice Centre for the duration of the evening of the 17th?
Billy Matthews, David Driscoll,
Alan Thorpe, Kenny Lloyd and...
James Jackson.
I think I deserve a bottle of champagne because...
Billy Matthewsī alibi is now withdrawn.
Billy was not at the Advice Centre or anywhere near.
He was, in fact, in hospital,
taken there by ambulance on the night of the 17th - and this is the best bit -
- from the Advice Centre. - Coffees, please, love.
- Fletcherīs dead. - Disco Driscoll, alibi withdrawn.
Kenny Lloyd, alibi withdrawn.
Just Jackson giving Parker-Jones an alibi and vice versa.
The only other person is Alan Thorpe, but he was drunk.
- OK, now, whereīs Jackson? - With Larry the Lamb. Room Three.
Thatīs a bottle of Moęt for Kathy.
And you two are paying because of this fiasco.
Oh, yes!
Oh, bloody hell.
Who put those up?
What did Connie owe you the money for?
He needed some photographs. He needed to get some new gear.
Well, thatīs what he told me, so I lent him the dough.
How much?
7:36, DCI Tennisonīs just entered the interview room.
200 quid. Then he disappears, so I go out looking for him.
Did you go to Vernonīs flat looking for him?
Yeah, but in the afternoon. I spoke to Vera, she was there.
And she told you what?
That Connie wasnīt there. Iīve told you all this. Iīve said all this.
Did Edward Parker-Jones ask you to say that you were at the Advice Centre?
No.
Why donīt you tell me about the money?
- Did you often lend Connie money? - No.
He usually had enough. He was always pretty flush. Sometimes I borrowed from him.
So when exactly did you give him this 200 quid?
- I donīt remember, Iīm sorry. - Canīt remember.
Er, was Connie living in a house in Camden Town?
Sometimes left his gear there but heīd not actually lived... lived there for months.
Do you know where he was living for the past couple of months?
No. I donīt know where he was living.
Where did you give him the money, then?
- Oh, yeah, at the Advice Centre. - No, no.
Edward Parker-Jones said he hadnīt seen him at the Advice Centre for months.
I donīt remember where I gave it to him. Iīm sorry. Really.
Just donīt remember.
So, how well do you know Edward Parker-Jones?
I work for him. He pays me a few quid to look after his property.
Did you ever try and extort money out of a man called John Kennington?
Extortion. Know what that means? Blackmail. Did you ever blackmail John Kennington?
No. I donīt know him.
So, on the night that Connie died, did you discuss anything with Edward Parker-Jones?
Yeah.
The price of toilet paper.
I get it in bulk for him.
And after Connie died, did you discuss anything with Edward Parker-Jones,
apart from the price of toilet paper?
- Like what? - Well, look...
You stated that... What have we got here?
David Driscoll, Billy Matthews, Alan Thorpe and Kenny Lloyd
all saw you at the Advice Centre the night that Colin died. Is that correct?
- Yeah, thatīs right. - The same names as listed by Parker-Jones.
Iīm asking you again. Did you or did you not discuss it with Mr Parker-Jones?
Well, no. There was no reason to. They were there and so was he.
So heīs boud to say the same lads as I say because I was there.
See?
Youīll be charged with the attempted murder of a police officer.
You also refused another officer entry to the house in Camden Town
and physically attacked another police officer.
You were holding a 14-year-old girl against her will.
Do you want any more, Jimmy? Weīve got more.
I didnīt know they were coppers, I swear.
I mean, they just barged into the house.
And that girl is not gonna press charges cos she begged me to give her a place to stay.
I didnīt know she was 14.
And that other thing, I thought that was Red. That thick old drag queen.
I didnīt know that was a copper. Itīs just mistaken identity.
- Why did you want to kill her? - I didnīt want to kill her.
No way. I just wanted to frighten her a bit.
Why?
Well, Vera told me sheīd been talking to the cops...
and all I wanted to do was frighten her off.
Why? Why did you want to frighten Rodney Allerton?
Thatīs Red.
Because I did.
Iīm sorry, Iīm really sorry. It was all a mistake.
Oh, James, you must have had a reason.
No.
No, I didnīt have a reason. Thatīs the Godīs honest truth.
Well, you are going to go to prison for a very long time.
For no reason at all.
My clientīs very tired.
Perhaps we can continue this interview in the morning.
Look forward to it.
After you.
He must have had letters, diaries.
He was selling his story to that woman. What was her name?
Jessica Smithy.
I mean, what if Jessica Smithy spoke to Martin Fletcher before Connie?
She was writing a piece about rent boys plural, not just one rent boy.
What have we got here?
Yeah. Nice little... awayday assortment.
Look at this.
I want Forensic in here.
I want the whole house checked out and I want it done tonight.
I think we should have another go at our Vera. She has been staying there.
Iīll wait for Forensic, might be a while.
This is my case, Bill. Donīt jump the gun again.
Your case. Yes, maīam.
Right. Iīve got a couple of bits and pieces on Edward Parker-Jones.
He owns a number of bed and breakfasts/houses.
All registered under the company name of Protega.
- Can you spell that, please? - P-R-O-T-E-G-A.
Heīs a registered charity. Heīs got a staff of four.
- All paid? - All paid.
Glad to see youīre still with us.
DCI Tenison please contact reception
He receives loads of grants.
He gets one from Camden at 160,000.
The doctor attached to the Calloway Centre in Cardiff - his widow, Joyce Ellis.
Sheīs 52, has two sons.
In 1987, was married to John Kennington.
As well as that he gets Ģ110 per person from local authorities.
Decided to change sides, have you?
Could DCI Tenison return to her office?
Thank you very much.
You have not one shred of evidence against Parker-Jones
or his involvement in the death of Col...
Colin Jenkins. No, I havenīt got him to admit his involvement.
But I know that heīs covering up for Jackson.
And very possibly for John Kennington as well.
Drop it.
Are you serious?
In 1979 and again in 1986, both Edward Parker-Jones and John Kennington...
Iīm fully aware of the cases youīre referring to.
You should have made whatever information you had available to me. Iīve wasted...
Waste being the operative word, Chief Inspector.
- Youīre supposed to be investigating... - The murder of Colin Jenkins.
If I discover evidence that proves that Edward Parker-Jones...
- That is not the Colin Jenkins case. ...is unfit to be awarded massive grants
and is a possible paedophile.
Is this true?
Chief Inspector Tennison, you give me no option but to warn you
that if you continue to investigation persons...
No, just one person. Edward Parker-Jones. ...against specific instructions,
then disciplinary action will be taken.
You take it, sir, and I will fight you every inch of the way.
I have been fobbed off with "stay clear of this or that persons" because of,
and I quote, "repercussions to this department".
Well, this department has blatantly attempted to sabotage my investigations into a murder..
which has direct links to a paedophile ring, one member of which, John Kennington,
was the subject of a full-scale internal police inquiry.
- Kennington was reinstated. - Six months later he was being blackmailed.
Uh! Case dismissed.
What happen? You all get cold feet? Retire him? Pay him off?
And somewhere in the mess a young boy dies.
Just calm down.
Look at it from our side.
- The investigation into John Kennington... - Was a failure.
And to the tune of Ģ1 ―m.
Next - Operation Contract.
Bloody fiasco that was. How much did that set the government back?
I mean, you knew there was a leak. Well, was it John Kennington?
Be very careful what youīre insinuating.
Look, I just want to find the murderer of Colin Jenkins.
If that touches on Edward Parker-Jones or anyone else, then so be it.
I take full responsibility You can lay it all on my shoulders.
But I will not be a scapegoat.
If you take me off this case now, Iīm warning you, I wonīt go quietly.
Donīt make threats, Detective Chief Inspector.
I want to be put forward for superintendent.
Now, I fully expect to make an arrest in the Colin Jenkins murder this weekend.
And, therefore, with the case closed,
there will be no further necessities for any investigations into John Kennington.
Did James Jackson kill Connie?
Vera, he canīt hurt you.
Heīs gonna be behind bars for a very long time.
Come on, you can tell me.
I donīt know.
Do you know a John Kennington?
Vera.
Vera, look at me.
Youīve got to help me.
Jackson was looking for Connie that night. He said he owed him money.
Connie didnīt need to borrow money from Jackson. He always used to have money.
- Did you know any of his clients? - No. He was very secretive about them.
You give one kid a name, next minute theyīre offering themselves.
You think he was just gay, donīt you?
Why do you think we got on so well?
I donīt know.
Why donīt you tell me?
He was the same as me.
Heīd go with gays...
but he liked straight men better.
He wanted money.
He needed a lot.
For the operation.
They do the best in Rio.
He would have had to have paid for it.
Thereīs no way the NHS would give him the operation. He was too young.
Itīs always been my dream.
So Connie needed a lot of money. Say, what, 10-15,000 quid?
Where was he gonna get that from?
Connie was capable of anything.
Like blackmail?
Yes.
I think he got scared off.
He was getting a bit desperate.
Heīd lost a lot of his big money clients.
He was too old for them.
Kept knocking a few years off his age, but they knew.
Do you know Jessica Smithy?
So you know that Connie was selling his story to the papers?
But I think, you know, she kept stringing him along, promising big money.
He used to brag about it.
But she wanted evidence - you know, names, photographs.
Photographs!
Did James Jackson know about this?
Well, he found out.
Connie had a sort of a file, you know, to show this reporter.
He found out.
Martin Fletcher stole some things from Jackson.
- Oh. - And gave them to Connie.
- Thatīs why Jackson was looking for Connie. - Oh, right.
But not just to get these things back.
Because he knew that if Connie was selling his story to the papers, heīd be in it too.
Connie had been one his boys, you see, early on.
What, you mean it was Jackson who got Connie on the game?
- Yes. - Oh.
But he got him so young.
I mean, he was only ten years old when Jackson found him.
Did you see what Martin got from Jackson, the thing he eventually gave to Connie?
No, no, I never, I never saw it.
I mean, he told me. But it was... pictures.
Photographs. Maybe letters. I donīt know.
But I never saw what Martin nicked from Jackson.
But thatīs why Martin got beaten up, because Jackson wanted the stuff back.
So, Connie had told you about this stuff that Martin had got from Jackson.
And he told you that he was gonna use it, sell it to the papers.
Did he tell you who he was going to blackmail with it?
No, no. But he was kind of excited, you know.
He was very pleased with himself.
Said he was going to get the money for his operation. He was very certain.
Thank you, Vera.
All right, you can go now.
- Hello, Margaret. How are you? - I intend to report you.
Get you blacklisted from every council and government-run scheme that youīve abused.
- What do you mean? - I trusted you.
I may even have helped you, thatīs whatīs worst. Worse than the lies youīve told me.
- Whoīs been talking to you? - Donīt touch me.
- Come in and letīs just talk this through. - She knows everything about you.
And about John Kennington. Before Iīve finished, youīll go to prison.
You donīt know what youīre talking about.
This is from that Inspector Tennison, yes?
You donīt understand, Margaret.
- Yes, I do. - Shut up!
Now just keep calm. Keep calm. Let me explain.
Get out of here. Donīt you touch him! Get off him!
Get out. This place is closed. Get out now!
You bastard! You bastard!
Thatīs yours. Thatīs your doing!
You! You bastard!
You bastard! Thatīs you!
Bastard. You bastard!
Get out!
Mrs Kennington? Edward Parker-Jones. Can I speak to John, please?
You bastard!
So you were told by Martin Fletcher where Connie was?
You then went to Vernon Reynoldsī flat, didnīt you?
I didnīt.
Iīve admitted I was looking for Connie, but I wasnīt the only one.
Oh, who else? Who else was looking for Connie the night that he was murdered?
Come on, Jimmy.
Itīs just five, ten minutesī walk from the Advice Centre and back.
I never killed him. I couldnīt have.
But you had to silence him, didnīt you, eh?
Heīs was going to tell about the way you kidnap underage kids.
They were up at the top of the house.
Weīve seen them. The knives, the chains, the whips, you bastard.
So did you torture kids up there?
We have, to date, 15 different blood samples taken from the walls, bed linen, floorboards.
What were you doing to those children?
Mr Jackson, I really would try to be as co-operative as possible.
You know, these charges against you are very serious.
Look... I did go to the centre, right?
I told Parker-Jones I couldnīt find him... right?
Look... Martin Fletcher took my stuff from...
What stuff?
Stuff. Things. Photographs.
And I wanted them back, right?
- Were you in these photographs? - Some of them.
Connie nicked them. He got Martin to get them for him from Camden, right? Are you with me?
Who else was in the photographs?
- I canīt remember. - Canīt remember?
You almost killed a boy for them. You canīt remember?
Come on, who else was in the photographs?
Was Edward Parker-Jones in these photographs?
No.
How about John Kennington? Was he in the photographs?
Just kids.
Blokes dressed up, bit of porno, thatīs all.
Anyway, it gets to about eight, a bit after,
and I tell Parker-Jones I canīt find Connie
and he says get Martin Fletcher, heīd know where he was.
So I did. Ask Martin Fletcher. Heīll tell you.
Martin Fletcher is dead, Jimmy.
So, Edward Parker-Jones was looking for these photographs.
Well, why? If he wasnīt in them, why was he looking for them?
I donīt know.
All I know is he wanted them. So did I.
Yeah, but you were in the photographs.
Are you sure that Edward Parker-Jones wasnīt in these photographs?
No. I donīt have any pictures of him.
Was John Kennington in the photographs?
No. Iīve told you before, I donīt even know that bloke.
They were just photographs of you and you wanted them so desperately
that you were prepared to kill for them.
Look... when that fire started, I was on the other side of Waterloo Bridge.
Who else was at the Advice Centre?
I was only there two minutes, no more. Then I come out.
Just two minutes? You sure about that?
Who else did you talk to apart from Edward Parker-Jones? Anyone else?
Yeah.
Vera Reynolds.
Are you all right?
He shot himself, not me.
You were here yesterday, werenīt you?
Yes. Do you want me to leave?
But then youīd only want to come back.
So... ask whatever you want and get it over with.
I was in the front bedroom.
We sleep in separate rooms.
There was a phone call.
I put it through to Johnīs study. About half an hour later, I heard the...
Well, I didnīt know what it was.
To be honest, I thought it was the plumbing. Itīs been making extraordinary noises.
Of course, it wasnīt.
John had shot himself.
Do you know who the call was from?
Oh, yes, I know who it was from. It was er...
...Edward Parker-Jones.
At least this saves me getting a divorce.
There have been obstacles in the way for almost a year.
Yes, I know about the investigations.
Oh, do you?
Mrs Kennington, you used to be a doctor, didnīt you?
Mm.
- Do you still practise? - No.
My first husband died. We worked together. Or in the same practice.
In Cardiff.
Yes, in... in Cardiff.
Why do you want to know about my husbandīs practice?
While you were in Cardiff, was Edward Parker-Jones running the um...
The Calloway Centre.
Why are you asking me these questions?
Did you examine a boy, a young boy, called Jason Baldwin?
- It was a sexual assault charge. - Which was subsequently dropped.
No, my husband examined him.
Oh, my God.
You think I had something to do with that?
My husband was critically ill. He was very sick. I had...
I had two small children.
And he had... cancer.
I only remember because...
because he died...
and then there was this investigation about this boy.
But there was so much confusión.
Whether his reports were stolen or just mislaid, I really donīt know.
My first husband was a...
...very decent human being.
Do you know if any young boys were ever brought here?
Do I know if young boys were ever brought here?
I mean, while you were away.
Thereīs one boy in particular that Iīm interested in.
His name was Connie.
Colin Jenkins.
Do you recognise him?
Mrs Kennington, would you please look at the photograph?
At least I was able to protect my own sons.
Er, let me know when you want to see Jessica Smithy. Sheīs just arrived.
Was it right you wanted Vernon Reynolds bringing back in? We just released him.
Yes. Oh, and watch Alice in Wonderland. Remember sheīs a journalist.
- Stick her in one of the interview rooms. - Right.
Yes, hello, could I speak to Dr Gordon, please? Itīs Jane Tennison.
Dr Gordon, Iīm sorry to disturb you at home. I wanted to talk to you as soon as possible.
No, no, no. No, itīs just that...
I would like to arrange a termination, please.
Yes, I am aware that itīs a very big decisión, but I...
Yes, I obviously have given it a great deal of thought.
I want an abortion.
Yes, I know.
Right.
Iīll call you next week to arrange a time and a date.
OK. Goodbye.
Bill, would you just give me a moment or two on my own?
Certainly.
- Choose them yourself, do you? - Er, no, my girlfriend does.
Iīd get rid of her if I were you.
Itīs shit!
And you lied to me. You never at any time said that you were near that Advice Centre.
- Why, Vernon? - Youīve always called me Vera.
Oh, stop playing games with me.
Did you or did you not, on the night that Connie died, see Jackson?
Yes.
And what time did you get to the Advice Centre?
A- A-About 8:30.
8:30.
- Where was Connie? - In the flat.
- Alone? - Yes.
Well... your friend Red is now in trouble, isnīt he?
Because he swore, on oath, that you were at your friendīs studio at...
6:30 it was, yes. He never notices the time.
Then I went to the club, just as he said.
When you left your flat, was Connie there?
Suspect nodded his head.
Was he alone?
Suspect shook his head.
Well, who was with Connie when you left your flat at 6:30?
A journalist.
I tried.
I told you. I gave you all the clues.
It was me who was at the Advice Centre. I even said Parker-Jonesīs name.
It was me who told you about Jackson, me who told you about the press.
I went back to the flat because Iīd forgotten um...
...a sequined choker.
Connie was still there.
And he was showing her my album.
She was looking at my photographs.
You donīt understand, do you?
There were some loose pictures of me before...
Before.
With my mum and my dad.
Private pictures, no show business ones. Just my mum and my dad and my brother.
Iīd had enough.
I donīt ever see them, so the pictures are very special to me.
After all Iīd done for him, he was selling me too.
I didnīt want to make a drama,
not in front of the press woman.
So I just called him out of the room.
Said I wanted to talk to him.
He swore he wasnīt letting her have a single picture.
She left a few minutes later.
I went in to check my album. He lied.
There were a lot missing.
So... I confronted him but...
...he swore he hadnīt given her anything, said she mustīve stolen them,
but he was such a liar.
And er...
I got hysterical and er... I hit him.
With an ashtray, I think.
He fell down.
I didnīt mean to hurt him.
I helped him to the sofa.
He gave me one of his smiles. He had such a sweet smile.
He closed his eyes.
I couldnīt feel a pulse and he was... he was dead.
Did you call an ambulance?
My telephoneīs not working. I told Mr Parker-Jones. He said...
- What? What did he say? - He said he would take care of everything.
- Did he? - I donīt know.
I was put in prison when I was not that much older than Connie.
Thatīs what Iīm scared of.
Inside, theyīre all Jacksons.
I was raped every night.
Thatīs what Iīve been so scared of. I wanted to tell you but I was just so scared.
I need to go to... I need to go to the toilet.
We are terminating this interview at... 3:45 in Interview Room Two.
Mr Vernon Reynolds needs to use the toilet.
Could you take him to the toilet, please?
Canīt you take me to the ladies?
You just pretended to like me.
Come on, love!
Oh, hello.
- Whoīs in there? - Vernon Reynolds.
Heīs just admitted to smacking Colin Jenkins.
Just finished questioning him.
So it wasnīt Jackson after all?
Vernonīs cut his wrists. I need to call an ambulance.
All right. Come on.
Heīs cut his wrists!
Vera. Listen to me.
- Iīm sorry. Iīm sorry. - Hold on, Vera. Hold on.
- Iīm sorry, Iīm sorry. Sorry. Iīm sorry. - Itīs all right.
Sheīs losing a lot of blood. Hurry up!
- Iīm sorry. Iīm sorry. - Listen.
Listen. You didnīt kill Connie. She died in the fire.
15- minute delay on the ambulance call-out.
Get a car.
Get one for me too.
He died in the fire. It was the fire that did it.
Iīve been here since half-past two. I want to go to the ladies.
- You have no right to waste my time. - I have every right.
And I will keep you here as long as I wish.
You have lied, you have withheld vital evidence and you, Miss Smithy...
...have wasted my time. You want the ladies? Come with me.
I only made two tapes, I swear before God. Just two tapes.
I know I should have told you about me being at the flat.
Did you take anything from his flat?
- Did you? - Yes.
They were just some snapshots. Nobody famous. Just a few black-and-white photos.
Apart from the photographs that you took, did Connie give you anything?
Nothing. Nothing.
Just some story about being picked up when he was 10 or 11. I think he made that up.
Come with me.
- I tried to contact you, you know I did. - Oh, stop with the Doris Day act.
- Itīs getting on my nerves. - Your carīs ready.
Get Kathy to get in touch with emergency services.
Check if there was a 15- minute delay on the night of the 17th. Quick as you can.
Right, Miss Smithy, tell me about Martin Fletcher.
He was the first boy I approached. He introduced me to Connie.
It became obvious that Connie would make a better story.
- We were worried Martin was too young. - Martin Fletcher is dead.
Did you know that?
Right, you drop Martin Fletcher and you offer Connie money.
Did you give him the money in Vernon Reynoldsī flat?
Yes. He put it in his pocket. He said it wasnīt enough. He said he wanted more.
All right. And what happened then?
I said I couldnīt give him any more, not until I at least saw what he had to offer.
Did he give you anything? Any pictures, any names? Anything?
No.
What happened next?
He left the room for a minute.
And there was this album on the coffee table.
Vera Reynoldsī album.
Yes?
They were just photos of a family. And a couple of somebody in drag.
They were no use. They meant nothing.
Youīre wrong, Miss Smithy. They meant a great deal to someone.
Enough to make him pick up a heavy ashtray and hit Connie over the head with it.
You have a great deal to answer for.
Will you take Miss Smithy and bring her back with Vernon Reynoldsī photographs?
- Are you going to charge me with anything? - Weīll see about that.
Emergency services have said there was a 15- minute delay that night
and all callers were informed that that was the case.
Iīve got him. And this time Iīm ready for him. Letīs go.
I hope youīre satisfied. Youīve emptied the place.
Mr Parker-Jones, I am arresting you
on suspición of involvement in the murder of Colin Jenkins.
You do not have to say anything...
but if you wish to, what you say may be used in evidence.
You all set?
I think so.
Youīd better nail him.
I intend to.
I told you I had names. Very important people. High-up people
Very important people, because if they found out I was doing this, theyīd kill me.
Very important people. High-up people. Very important people.
Good luck, guv.
Mr Parker-Jones, you have stated that on the evening of the 17th,
you were at the Advice Centre, Soho, is that correct?
Yes.
Would you please tell me who else was present that evening?
- Billy Matthews... - Statement withdrawn.
Matthews denies being at the centre.
- David Driscoll? - Statement withdrawn.
Driscoll denies being at the centre.
- Alan Thorpe. - Alan Thorpe says that he was at the centre
but that he was not only intoxicated but also suffering from substance abuse
and was, in his own words, unable to remember whether he was there himself.
James Jackson.
Mr Jackson has made a statement, contradicting an earlier statement.
He now says, under caution, that he was at the centre,
but for no more than two or three minutes.
Do you have any other alibi witnesses you wish to have recorded at this time?
My client will answer.
I... realise I have been very foolish.
I can only apologise and say I was in some way trying to protect Vernon Reynolds.
Vernon was at the centre on the 17th.
Did you speak to Vernon Reynolds?
No comment.
Did Vernon Reynolds ask you to call an ambulance?
No comment.
Mr Parker-Jones, we are in the possessión of a tape recording.
Itīs a phone call made to the emergency services on the evening of the 17th.
It would be very simple for us to match the voice on the tape with yours, so...
...did you or did you not call an ambulance on the evening of the 17th?
Yes, I did call an ambulance.
Vernon was in a dreadful state.
Er, he said that Colin Jenkins and he had argued
and that Colin needed a doctor.
I placed a call with the emergency services.
And what did the emergency services tell you?
That the ambulance was on its way.
Anything else?
No, I donīt think so.
Why didnīt you leave your name?
Well, because the Advice Centre has had, on occasión, to place emergency calls
and then when the ambulance arrives...
Did the emergency services tell you that there would be a 15- minute delay?
I donīt remember.
Would you agree that Vernon Reynoldsī flat
is about a two-minute walk from the Advice Centre?
- Yes. - So, if you had been informed of a delay...
I was unaware of any delays.
Why didnīt you call a doctor?
Why didnīt you make that short journey yourself?
Well, because I couldnīt leave the centre unattended.
And at no point did Vernon make it clear that it was an emergency.
I was asked to phone an ambulance.
Which I did.
I admit I lied to you about that,
but I was just trying to prevent Vernon Reynolds from getting into trouble.
Do you have any further questions you wish to put to my client?
Yes, I do.
Mr Parker-Jones, youīve apologised for lying.
You lied about the four witnesses you said saw you at the Advice Centre
on the evening of the 17th.
Now, one of those witnesses was Billy Matthews. Is that correct?
Yes, but you must understand that on any given evening, there could be 20-25 boys...
Yes, but you were most specific about Billy Matthews.
The reason you said you recalled him was because he was ill.
Yes.
It transpires Billy Matthews was not at the Advice Centre that night.
He was in Charing Cross Hospital.
Iīm sorry, I... I just must have confused the evening.
Really? Even though you called an ambulance for him?
That would have been on the evening of the 16th.
On that occasión, you did leave your name.
And on that occasión, you were informed that there would be a 15- minute delay.
Is that not correct?
Itīs possible.
Oh, itīs possible?
Itīs also possible that the following evening when you called an ambulance,
you would already know that there was a 15- minute delay.
Giving you time to leave the Advice Centre and go to Veraīs flat.
Did you? Did you go to Vernon Reynoldsī flat?
No. I did not.
Mr Parker-Jones, are you aware of the existence of certain photographs
belonging to Mr James Jackson?
No comment.
And that in these photographs you are pictured with the deceased, Colin Jenkins?
No comment.
And that you are photographed in various poses with other juveniles?
And that these photographs were taken from your house in Camden?
No comment.
Oh, I think that you knew of the existence of these photographs.
- You knew Connie Jenkins was selling them. - No comment.
So you had James Jackson searching all over London,
desperate to track them down, desperate to track Connie down.
- But you couldnīt find him, could you? - No comment.
And then Vera came to you, as you said, in a dreadful state.
Saying that the very person you were looking for...
was not only in her flat...
but was also unconscious, alone and with those photographs.
- No comment. - So you said youīd arrange everything.
You said that youīd even call an ambulance.
No comment? No comment again, Mr Parker-Jones?
Youīve already admitted that you were aware of the delays.
You used that 15 minutes, didnīt you?
You ran from the Advice Centre, you went to Veraīs flat.
Connie wasnīt dead, was he? He was still alive. Just semiconscious.
So you made sure he would never be able to tell anyone about you,
you and your friends, Mr Parker-Jones.
It was so easy. He couldnīt do anything - couldnīt fight back, couldnīt stop you -
as you set light to him, you left him to burn to death.
No comment.
Good night, Inspector Tennison. Which is the way out?
Without a witness who actually saw person or persons unknown set alight to that flat,
youīll never have a case.
So... this blown my chances for superintendent?
Oh, no. No, youīll get it.
No strings.
Jessica Smithyīs back.
Still looking for a scoop, Miss Smithy?
Iīm paid to expose the truth. Itīs my job.
Bit like yours.
No, your job isnīt anything like mine.
But it is criminal that a man like Edward Parker-Jones...
is allowed to gain access to young children...
and all with the blessing of the social services.
- Files you asked for, guv. - Thank you very much.
Yeah.
Young boy called him... "the Keeper of Souls".
It was his nickname.
Good headline, isnīt it?
Nice turn of phrase for a sick pervert like him.
Excuse me.
Is Parker-Jones going to be charged?