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[ Police radio chatter]
MAN: Tango 3 to Hotel Bravo 2.
Stand by. Over and out.
[ Beeping ]
[ Brakes squeal]
[ Police radio chatter]
WILLY: Nice result on the Kingston case, John.
Thank you, Willy, my son.
D.C.l. Shefford. I'm in charge.
- Sergeant Otley here? - Yeah, governor, he's upstairs.
SHEFFORD: Jonesy.
Are you the owner of the lease of the house?
WOMAN: I just pushed the door open.
I pushed the door open. The light was on.
You all right, gov? I'm going to check downstairs.
Oh, good boy, Frank.
WOMAN: ...couldn't look at her again.
JONES: Have you had a cup of tea?
Sheffo rd
Who found her?
She's a hell of a mess.
Look, I tried to contact you. Here.
Look, I told you I were down at the club, having a few.
- What's that? -[ Indistinct conversations]
WOMAN: I just pushed the door.
MAN: Yeah, they're all rented.
Thanks,Bill
Right. Let's get to work.
Change in here?
NORMAN: No blood on the floor,
so she probably wasn't killed here.
I'm gonna take her temperature.
MAN: Obvious head injuries,
possibly penetrating through clothing.
Well, the room's damn cold, about 5 degrees now,
say 2 to 3 when she was found.
Window half open.
The curtains not drawn. No source of heating.
Door to landing open.
Nasty breeze coming up the stairs.
[ Man speaking indistinctly]
Deep rectal temperature at, uh, 2:12 a.m.
is 35.8 degrees.
Assuming it was at 37,
that would put it back to, uh, around midnight.
Okay, okay, lads.
Mortuary.
John, you want a look?
She's been dead maybe an hour.
I'd say two at the most.
SHEFFORD: Can you give us anything on the weapon?
Let me get her down to the mortuary.
I've left the rope on. I didn't want to cut it.
Was she raped?
I don't know. Have you got an I.D. on her?
Yes.
Lucky you.
Della Mornay, prostitute.
[ Soft rock music playing ]
Where's that sodding music coming from?
Nobody had seen her for weeks.
The landlady only went in because she owed rent.
Saw the lights on.
SHEFFORD: ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday, dear Joshua ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
Good lads.
What else?
A train set, yes, and?
No, no, son, I can't come home right now.
But I promise you I won't miss your birthday party tomorrow.
Put your mother on, then.
Look, love, I'm sorry about this.
I'll be back as soon as I can. I got to go.
Oh, got your frocks on. Good.
Well, come on.
Rope's tagged on the side there.
It's nothing special, as far as I can see,
but you can get it over to Willy.
Okay, she died, not approximately, exactly 12:15.
Her watch stopped. [ Chuckles ]
No kidding. Probably when the rope was tied.
She didn't put up much of a struggle.
There's nothing underneath her nails,
and her hands have been scrubbed, by the look of them.
This is interesting. See?
A nasty little nick here, right just above the palm.
Come on. Come on. What about a weapon?
Um, a long, thin, bladed instrument.
It could, um, oh, a sharpened screwdriver.
Clean entry wounds, in some areas up to six inches deep.
And look here.
Both arms the same.
Heavy bruising to the upper part,
like she'd been put in some kind of a clamp.
Her whole body's badly bruised,
and extensive bruising to the vagina.
Want to see?
I reckon she's got semen in virtually every orifice.
Sent swabs over to the labs for testing
about, oh, five hours ago.
If they're positive,
you could have the guy's blood group by this afternoon.
Right. Let's get started.
[ Camera shutter clicks]
Oh, yes, this will narrow the field.
Look what we've got here.
Rare blood group, A.B. secretor.
75% of 3.2%, isn't it?
Right, if we've got an A.B. secretor, that means...
2.4%.
Right. Let's see.
2 plus 2 minus this 2%, so we take 2% of 2.4%.
That's 0.04%.
One person in 2,500.
We're narrowing the field even further.
- Where are you going? - Computer.
We had some rare blood groups recorded
when we were starting up the database.
I'll have them check this one out.
[ Laughing ] Are you kidding me or what?
Right. Well, it's straight back to base.
You're never going to believe this.
We've only got a frigging suspect.
Our man's got a rare blood group,
but he's only on the bloody computer.
[Laughs]
Guess what, girls! Paxman's record is set to be wiped!
[ Indistinct talking]
Sorry, ma'am.
What was all that about?
It's been going on for years.
Paxman, whoever he was, has a record,
from finding the victim to charging the murder suspect
in 36 hours.
"G" for "gotcha" -- George Arthur Marlow,
released nine months ago from Durham.
You got an address on him, Jonesy?
Yeah, Sarge. Look at this.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Arrested and charged with attempted rape,
aggravated burglary. He served two sentences.
Yeah, yeah, we got that, you dumb bastard.
You got Kilburn down there. High Grove Estate?
- Uh... - Check it out.
- Yeah. - Good, good, good.
What's the time?
5 to 11:00.
Right.
You reckon he'll be there, gov?
Yes, unless he's gone on holiday.
Excuse me.
We're gonna break Paxman's record.
Go, go, go!
[ Laughter]
You bugger.
SHEFFORD: Right, come on! Move it!
[ Tires screech ]
[Telephone ringing ]
D.C.l. Tennison.
Uh, no. No, I'm sorry.
I'm in court all afternoon.
Try Shefford's office.
It's extension 435.
It's all right. It's no problem.
You wanted something done before the court session?
Only the Xerox is on the blink again.
No, no.
Uh, what time did that call come in, that case Shefford's on?
Only I was on standby all last night.
I think they fished him out of a club about 2:00.
It was a prostitute. Mulner Road.
He's gloating. They've got a suspect already.
If they can charge him, be drinks all 'round tonight.
[ Tires screech ]
[ Car door closes]
BURKIN: Skipper, at the window we got a male, dark hair.
He's definitely inside. There's a woman with him.
Repeat, one male, one female.
[ Dog barking in distance]
Ah!
All right, Jones.
Open up! It's the police!
MAN: I think they sussed us, gov.
He's looking down at us in the car.
Come on. Open the bloody door.
We've got a warrant.
Come on! Police!
What do you want?
All right, love, this is a warrant.
I'm Detective Chief Inspector John Shefford,
and I've got three officers with me.
Now, look at my I.D.
Open the door.
[ Locks rattling ]
- George Marlow? - Yes.
- Caution him. Cuff him. - What's this all about?
- I'm Detective Sergeant... - M-Moyra?
Get your hands up.
What? What?
[ Indistinct talking]
Do you understand me?
- Understand? - Yes, sir.
HENSON: You can't just walk in here and take things.
This is private property. We got rights.
MAN: One for you, as well, miss.
Moyra?
Yes, I'm all right. I'm right behind you, love.
Excuse me.
Sorry.
HENSON: How long is all this going to take?
Only I've got a 5:00 appointment this afternoon.
[Sighs]
Look, I understand the caution.
I understand you're taking us down,
but you haven't told me what we're supposed to have done.
Ohh.
We're in room 4D.
I've just -- Come on. Let's get a move on.
My lad's rushed over to Willy with one of Marlow's shirts.
We got a bloodstain on the cuff. That's the good news.
Bad news is it's the size of a pinprick.
Well, if it matches our girl, we've got the bastard.
We'll have enough to charge him. Put it there.
Hey!
Right. It's Joshua's birthday tomorrow, your godson, Otters.
We'll make it a double celebration, right?
Come on.
SHEFFORD: Right, his girlfriend states he was at home
the time Della Mornay was murdered.
She's a tough bitch and won't be budged.
Plus, that lawyer got her out of here faster than a fart.
Well, I don't know how that Paxman did it.
We're not gonna break the record at this rate, are we?
Oi, Sherlock, come here.
We found his car yet?
No, it's not on the estate. Nobody's seen it.
His girlfriend said it was there
when we were at the flat this morning.
I got everyone I can trying to trace it.
Good lad. Let's have Marlow up again, shall we?
Right, gov.
Cheese and pickle, please, Jonesy.
You take them. I'll get Marlow.
SHEFFORD: Joshua, what are you doing up at this time of night?
Put your mother on.
What do you mean she's in the bath?
Get her out the bath.
Hold on. What's happening?
Three times I've asked for sausage and got bleeding salad.
All right, George.
Just tell it to me one more time.
I was driving along.
And I saw her.
But you didn't know her?
No, I've never met her.
But she gives me the come-on.
So I picked her up.
And I asked her, "How much?"
And she said, "it depends."
Well, you know,
they like to hustle as much out of you as they can.
Oh, yeah.
But you been done before, George.
You don't like hustles, do you?
Now, wait a minute.
She pisses you off, right?
Della Mornay pisses you off.
Right?
Della Mornay?
Yeah.
Della Mornay.
[ Parking brake clicks, engine shuts off]
[ Car alarm activates]
Hello? I'm home!
Hi.
I've just taken the small lamp from the sideboard,
put it by his bed.
He'll want it on all night.
[ Smooching ]
Ohh, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.
Watch it.
I've got chocolate gateau in here, fish fingers.
I've got sausages.
I've got spaghetti hoops, and I've got potato alphabet.
He's only coming for one night.
Well, I want him to have a choice.
Anyway, the spaghetti hoops are for me.
[ Both chuckle]
No, no, use the best china.
He's 6 years old.
Yeah, well, I want to make an impression, don't I?
I really appreciate this.
Mm. Yeah, well, I appreciate how much you miss him.
Is she bringing her new husband?
She'd better not.
-[ Doorbell rings] - Oh, that's them!
Uh, quick, get the, um --
- Put the china on the -- - No, no, sorry.
- No, all right, go to the door. - Yeah.
And it's all right. I'll -- I'll, uh --
I'll be right with you in a minute.
- Hi. - Hi.
Come in. Hi.
Hello, Daddy.
- Hello. How are you? - Oh, shit!
PETER: Here's -- Here's Christopher.
How is he? Is he in good spirits?
- TENNISONI Ohh. - Oh, hi.
Um, Marianne, this is Jane Tennison.
- Hello. - Jane.
- How do you do? - Pleased to meet you.
And you must be Joe.
What's that?
Oh, it's chocolate.
Mmm! Yum!
Would you like some?
Come with me to the kitchen, then.
So, you be a good boy, and Mommy will come and see you tomorrow.
[ Smooches ] All right?
- Good bye. - Good bye.
MARIANNE: Right, I'll see you tomorrow, then.
- Yes, yes. - And thank --
- Jane. Jane. - Jane.
Yes, well, have a nice evening.
Um, look, uh, as I'm now more settled,
um, I'd like to have Joey more regularly.
Yes. Well, we'll see how it works out.
I'm pregnant.
TENNISON: What would you like to drink?
- Oh. - JOEY: Water, please.
Congratulations.
Right.
I'll see you tomorrow about 10:00, then.
Yeah.
She's not what I expected.
I don't know.
I suppose I thought she'd be in uniform.
TENNISON: Don't get that chocolate all over your face.
- MARIANNE: See you. - Yeah.
TENNISON: Should have worn a flat hat for her.
Oh, she wasn't what I expected, either.
She's very beautiful, very groomed.
Oh, look, I'm sorry.
I-I suppose I blew it.
No. No, how could you?
You're beautiful, talented, and, uh, covered in chocolate.
[Laughs]
Oh, more, more, more.
More!
Look at you! You're covered in chocolate, too!
Forensics are still having a problem
putting our man in that bed-sit, but I say we go for it.
We got enough to charge him.
So, if we push Willy for that blood sample
and he comes up with it this afternoon, ba-boom.
And I got Joshua a train set. Is that what he wanted?
I hope so 'cause that's what I've got him.
Ohh. Why didn't you tell me?
- Morning. - Morning.
Look, gov, Marlow admits he knew the victim.
When do you think Felix will have all the p.m. results?
They'll be through this morning.
Plus, we've got a blood sample from Marlow's shirt
-with forensic, right? - No witness.
I know I've got no witness, but I've got enough to charge him.
John, you've got no witness seeing Marlow enter the bed-sit.
So what?
Ohh, shit. Ohh.
- You all right? - Shit.
Ugh, got a cramp.
John?
Get an ambulance.
Get an ambulance!
[Voice breaking] John? John?
This is D.C.S. Kernan.
Get an ambulance to the station immediately.
It's urgent. And also get Alan Smith...
[Crying 1 No, please, John.
You steal £500,000 from old-age pensioners, what do you get?
Six months.
Is he going to be all right?
[ Indistinct talking]
MAN: Sooner we get him to hospital, the better.
HAVE RS: Jesus Christ.
I can't believe it.
He was laughing and joking when he came in.
Said he'd be in the pub tonight.
[ Indistinct conversations]
He didn't make it. He was dead on arrival.
Christ. It's his son's birthday party.
[Telephone ringing ]
[ Indistinct conversations]
I don't believe it.
Incident Room.
Yes, I'm still here.
MAN: Yes, all right, all right.
Hang on, hang on. Calm down.
Well, I mean, I told you that's all we can do...
Can you give us a description?
Yeah?
About what time was it?
All right, then.
Height?
Yeah.
[ Exhales heavily]
KERNAN: Come in.
Hello, Jane.
This may not be the right time, sir,
but under the circumstances,
I'm not quite sure when would be the right time.
I'm offering to take over the murder investigation.
I don't have to tell you
that I am qualified to handle this investigation
and that I have been waiting for --
[Sighs]
Well, I don't have to tell you how long.
18 months.
And in that time,
I've had to handle more paperwork than I did at Reading
for my whole five years dealing with sex cases.
I know D.C.l. Shefford
was at a crucial stage of the investigation.
Inspector, I have to see his wife this afternoon.
Don't expect me to make any decisions now.
This is not the right time.
Well, when is the right time?
Look, I am the only officer of my rank
who is continually overstepped, sidestepped, whatever.
Just give me the chance to prove that I can do it.
You don't have to prove yourself to me.
Let me think about it.
Well, that's not enough, Michael.
I'm getting sick to death
of this so-called Metropolitan Police survey
being thrown at me.
So, all right, apparently, 90% of the time,
the general public would prefer a male officer.
But until one of us gets the chance
to prove that that survey
is a biased, outdated load of old bullshit --
A close friend, a man who I respected highly,
died right there.
And now, Inspector, is not the time
to thrust your women's rights down my throat.
I'll get back to you.
Thank you, sir.
[ Door closes ]
Get me the rota on all the D.C.l.s on our AMIT list.
Also, call D.C.l. Kinlock at Notting Hill.
See who he's got available.
- Hello, gov. - Andy.
- Hello, Joan. - Hello.
The commander's expecting you.
Do you know how the men feel
about having a woman heading a murder squad?
It's a question of opening the floodgates.
Give her this case, she'll expect more.
There's a few of her rank coming up.
I just don't think I want to take the responsibility.
Once she's in, be tough getting her off.
Then the media might get hold of it.
Yeah.
I've just had a word with her old chief on the Flying Squad.
She took a lot of punishment.
And he reckons she deserves a break.
Female murder squad officer.
Are you prepared to take the risk?
Oh, I see.
The ball's in my court, is it?
Flying Squad reckons she's got them.
What?
Balls.
JONES: I heard we'll get Kelvin. He's an okay bloke.
Haskons was with him at Reading.
He's a teetotaler, isn't he?
Or what about that red-haired D.C.l.?
You know.
He was on that Shepherds Bush shooting.
What was his name?
Hickock, yeah.
He's supposed to be a good bloke.
He used to be a friend of John's, apparently.
After John going,
it's gonna be hard for any bastard to take over.
Not that we need anyone.
John was about to charge Marlow.
Bill, get the lads down to the Incident Room, can you?
[Sighs]
Yeah.
This case is being taken over by D.C.l. Tennison.
And full charges will be assessed and determined by her.
I want you all to give her every assistance
in familiarizing herself with the case to date.
Uh, I think, sir, that --
Well, me and the lads feel that an outsider --
Well, another officer coming in at this stage
of the proceedings, well, it's not necessary.
If we're gonna have someone, how about the bloke from Reading?
We don't need anybody else.
KERNAN: ...of Tennison taking over
but of bringing the case to court.
The quicker that's done, the better.
We should have the right as a team to choose who --
Shut it, all of you!
Now, I know how you must all feel.
But give her the best you've got.
[ Indistinct conversations]
I'll give that tart the best I've got, all right.
We don't want her.
We don't need her.
[ Knock on door]
These are the Della Mornay records from Vice.
The reason or excuse they've been so long in coming --
Chief Shefford also requested them --
is that Kings Cross Vice Squad are changing over their system.
Their old machines are not compatible
with the latest at Scotland Yard.
TENNISON: Get ahold of Felix Norman for me.
Say I want to view the victim tonight.
So, I'll need a squad car and a driver,
and I want access to all items
taken from the victim's bed-sitter,
and I want to re-interview the landlady.
And also, get the dabs guys
to send me over a set of prints from the victim
and also a set of prints from this file,
which don't seem to be there, with any discrepancies marked.
We've got a set of prints.
No, I want two sets, one from the victim
and one from Della Mornay's original Vice file.
Got that?
I'll see you in the item checkout room.
- Right. -[ Door closes ]
WOMAN: One pair of stockings.
WOMAN #2: Check.
One pair of briefs.
Check.
Where are the rest of Della Mornay's clothes?
At the other end, ma'am.
One pair of shoes.
- Size? -7.
Yeah.
One pair of large men's trousers.
No, I haven't got those here.
One pair of...
Ma'am, D.C. Jones is waiting.
Where's Sergeant Otley?
I don't know. He was with the super.
WOMAN: Another pair of trousers, white.
I want John Shefford's team, all of them,
in the Incident Room tomorrow morning at 9:00 sharp.
And get these bagged up for me, would you?
[ Engine turns over]
NORMAN: She has severe facial bruising,
blood around her nostrils and matted in her hair,
traces of semen in her mouth and ears.
One eardrum perforated by a blow on the side of the head, here.
What about that cut that Marlow mentioned in his statement?
On the right wrist, just above the palm.
- Can I see that? - Mm.
Small but quite deep.
Would have caused considerable bleeding.
Think she could have been strung up
and then cut down and her hands tied behind her back?
I'll have to do body testing with that.
I'm a bit pressed for time.
Excuse me. Where's the toilet?
Oh, you feeling a bit queasy?
No, but I think he is.
Oh, it's out there, to the right.
TENNISON: Could I have a look at her feet, please?
NORMAN: Her feet? Oh, certainly.
TENNISON: What size do you think they are?
Oh, lovely, thanks.
Listen, I won't be long.
No, no, take as long as you need.
Oh, did you hear about that job, that contract?
Oh, tomorrow, I hope.
Listen, uh, with Marianne being pregnant --
You know, I worked her out.
Ireckon it's because she's pregnant
that she's letting Joe stay all of a sudden.
And, yes, of course he can.
He can come as long as he likes, whenever.
See? Sherlock Holmes.
Good morning.
Like everyone else in this room,
I am saddened and deeply shocked by this tragedy.
John Shefford was a well-liked and highly respected officer.
And I am not attempting to step into his shoes.
No one could.
But as the first available D.C.l.,
I am taking over this investigation.
All I ask of you is your undivided loyalty and attention.
Does anyone have anything to say?
I do.
Look, I know you asked for this case specifically.
You don't like it, put in for a transfer,
and it will be dealt with via the normal channels.
MAN: She thinks she's tasty.
Anyone else?
Right.
On the right is Della Mornay.
On the left is the murder victim.
These are the prints taken from the corpse,
and these are the prints from Vice records of Della Mornay.
[Men murmuring]
As you can see, we have wrongly identified the victim.
Which makes the statement made by our suspect, George Marlow,
a statement in which he names Della Mornay
as the girl he picked up, incorrect.
If that statement was to be used in a court of law,
George Marlow would be released.
So, uh, how did he come by that name?
The main interrogation officer --
You know who it was, and what is this?
You after destroying John's reputation
before he's in his grave?
John Shefford was the main interrogation officer,
and, yes, he did misidentify the victim.
But the landlady also misidentified the victim.
Now, I-I don't want to waste any more time.
I want that landlady re-interviewed
and all the tenants.
We have to find Della Mornay and get an I.D. on that body.
I want the labels on the clothes checked out
because they are expensive, boutique type of clothes,
not the line of garment worn by Della Mornay.
And also, the shoes.
Her shoes are a size 5.
Well, our victim is a size 6 1/2.
I want all Della's associates, the Vice girls,
brought in and re-interviewed and recorded, please.
We must find out where Della Mornay was last seen,
where she is now.
So, we have to move like hell.
Either we go before the magistrate
and ask for the three-day laydown --
right now, we'd never even smell it --
or George Marlow is gonna be released.
Top priority is his car, the brown Rover.
Has anyone got anything on that?
- No. - TENNISON: No?
Well, step up on that, then.
Okay, that's it.
- Thank you. -[ Indistinct conversations]
[P.A. dings]
WOMAN: Will Sergeant Wilde
please report to the Incident Room?
[ Exhales heavily]
Sergeant Wilde to the Incident Room, please.
[ Indistinct conversation]
That tart's gunning for John.
Well, let her try it.
She bad-mouths him, I'll make sure her knickers
get screwed off her skinny dyke ass.
You don't think she is one, do you?
Do me a favor. What bloke would fancy that?
[Telephone ringing ]
[ Imitating Tennison ] You found Marlow's car yet?
No? Then step on it.
Slit-assed tart.
Otley, Incident Room.
No, she's not.
[ Knock on door]
You got a minute, ma'am?
Labs came through.
That spot of blood on his shirt is the victim's.
Good.
I thought you'd want to know.
Now, can they place him in that bed-sit?
Nothing else came through.
[Sighs]
Well, that's -- that's not enough.
MARLOW: Stopped off at the bank, the one along Madley Road.
How much more does she need to know, for Christ's sake?
He told me. He said it was a tart by the name of --
Who exactly told you the girl's name?
Inspector Shefford.
He's dead, isn't he?
I'm sorry.
He was a nice bloke.
Go on, George. How did you meet her?
Well, I swear she was giving me the come-on.
I watched her.
She was bobbing down,
peering into a few cars up ahead, so I stopped.
I asked --
I, uh, asked her, "How much?"
And she s--
Do you want me to tell you exactly what she said?
Yes.
She said that for a blow job --
[Clears throat]
She said that masturbation would cost £15
but that full sex would be more -- £25.
Look, whatever I say doesn't make me look good.
I don't even know why I wanted to do it.
George. George, just tell me what happened.
I know, but I must have been crazy,
especially after what happened up north.
But I paid for that.
I was drunk, and I swear -- I swear to you --
I'm not here to question you about any other incident.
I know. I know.
It's just that everything I say
makes me look as if I hurt that girl.
And I didn't. I didn't.
[ $Obs]
Moyra, my wife, what this will do to her, I don't know.
So, you picked her up.
So, what happened then?
[ Sniffles ]
Well, she gets into the car.
And we drive along under the bridge...
to a big area of wasteland.
And she climbs from the front seat into the backseat,
and...
...w-we do -- we do the business.
And then she climbs from the backseat into the front again
and she -- [ Chuckles ]
She catches her hand.
Uh...
You -- You did say she cut her hand.
Yeah, cut, cut.
Now, which hand was that?
Uh...
Just, uh -- Oh, it was her right hand.
Yeah, it was her right hand
because the radio is between the seats and it's got a sharp edge.
You can take the radio out. It's portable.
Around where I live, a lot of radios get nicked out of cars.
Have you found the car yet?
Yeah, so, she -- she cut her hand.
It was just a nick, but it was bleeding.
So, I wrapped it with my handkerchief.
It's got my initial on it.
HG-II
[Sighs]
[ Sniffles ]
Uh...
Then what happened?
I gave her the money.
I'd just been to one of those cash machines.
Well, you can check that out.
I asked her where she wanted to be dropped off,
and she said the tube station.
[Sighs]
The last I saw of her was she was picking up another punter.
-[ Door opens] - It was a --
It was a red car.
Uh...
It could have been a Scirocco.
I'm not sure.
I didn't kill her.
I'll take any test you like.
I didn't do it.
[Whispers indistinctly]
TENNISON: Five minutes.
[ Footsteps depart ]
[ Door opens]
I went home, got there about half past 10:00,
maybe a quarter to 11:00, maybe a bit later.
TENNISON: So, had you picked her up before?
No. I told you. I'd never seen her before.
[ Indistinct conversations]
OTLEY: Where is that bloody woman?
She's downstairs in the cell with Marlow.
I got girls coming in from all over. That'll keep her busy.
TENNISON: ls there anything on Marlow's car yet?
OTLEY: No, not yet. Oh, and there's a --
There's a roomful of girls waiting for you.
What?
Known associates of Della Mornay.
You asked for them to be brought in,
and they're coming in by the carload.
I presumed you'd want
to interview them personally, ma'am.
There were 17 at the last count.
Well, I don't have the time right now,
so why don't you take a statement from each of them
and put them on my desk?
- Are these the missing girls? - OTLEY: Yeah.
It's got "Missing Persons Report" on the top, hasn't it?
Cut it out, Sergeant.
One in Surrey, one in Cornwall Gardens look promising.
Ah, okay, you want me to deal with those?
Why not? I'll have my hands full.
I've got a roomful of slags to interview.
Yeah, well, you should have staggered them, shouldn't you?
Listen, can you check if there's been a handkerchief found?
Yes, ma'am.
Yeah?
Yes, speaking.
Only Marlow said he wrapped the victim's hand in it.
He doesn't know what happened to it.
Yeah, okay, could you, uh --
Yeah, put him through.
OTLEY: Tony.
What's this?
It's a search warrant for Moyra Henson's flat.
She knows we've only got 10 hours
before that bastard has to be released.
- What's going on? - Well, I don't know.
I don't know what she's up to.
Ma'am, here's the search warrant, Moyra Henson's flat.
Yeah. Look, can I call you back later?
I'm sorry.
All right? It's important. Bye.
- Anything on the handkerchief? - JONES: No, ma'am.
Okay, Sergeant, I'll be at the suspect's flat,
and then I'll do the missing girls.
Frank, you're with me.
[ Indistinct conversations]
I don't believe this.
Oi!
Tell her there's a dog missing from Battersea!
Big case she might put in for!
Owner got hit by a truck!
- She likes dead men's shoes. - All right, gov, she's not deaf.
Am I the last one to know what's going down?
Hey, here, she just got a private call.
Grab that W.P.C. Havers. See who she's knocking off.
If she's spreading the dirt on thick,
we keep this to the ground.
Whatever you get on her, feed it back, all right?
I knew a bloke on the Flying Squad with her.
I'll give him a bell.
Well, Cornwall Gardens should keep her busy.
-[ Laughter] - So will Moyra Henson.
[ Laughter]
- Where's your bathroom? - HENSON: This is harassment.
You've already been here two days on the trot.
What are you looking for this time?
I've got an appointment to keep, you know.
How long are you going to be this time?
And you can put that laundry back, sonny,
unless you're a perverted crotch sniffer.
Those are my dirty knickers.
And I know how many there are.
How do you feel about your boyfriend
picking up prostitutes?
I love it. It gives me a night's rest.
I understand you stood by him
when he was sent down for attempted rape.
She asked for it.
She was coming on to him, and he'd had too much to drink.
So, was he drunk when he came home --
He was not drunk.
He was in here by 10:30.
We watched television. Then we went to bed.
I've said all this before!
What did they send you for?
The female touch, is it?
Soften me up?
You're pushing your luck, lady.
I'm going to lodge a formal complaint
to whoever's in charge. You've got no right --
I have every right, Miss Henson.
I'm now in charge of this investigation.
This is a photograph of the girl
that George has admitted to picking up,
admitted having sex with in his car.
Would you take a look, please?
What am I supposed to do, fall apart?
- BURKIN: It's not here. - I feel sorry for that girl.
But all George is guilty of is having sex with her.
You know, sex?
Now, why don't you just finish what you've got to do
and get out?
Well, what do you think?
About what, sir?
My voice suddenly got lower, has it?
Maybe my knickers are too tight.
Listen, I like to be called governor or the boss.
I don't like "ma'am."
I'm not the bloody queen, so take your pick.
Yes, ma'am.
[Sighs]
Let's go and check on those missing girls.
Anything you say, but it's well after 2:00.
What's that supposed to mean? You want lunch?
Nope, I'm just counting the hours
to George Marlow's release.
Thanks.
I said I wanted brown.
[Sighs]
- Anything come in for me? - Nope.
How'd the interview go?
Edie Williams is a 35-year-old
with a history of mental disorder
and a passion for watching trains at Euston station.
Now, either Sergeant Otley needs his frigging head seen to
or he's sending me on a wild goose chase 'round London.
She didn't even fit the description.
Next one better be legit.
So, what we got?
Karen Howard reported missing from Kensington.
Well, what the hell are we doing out here in Surrey?
Oh, I see.
It's her parents' place.
That bastard Otley.
It's another waste of time. I know it.
Yes, can I help you?
Good afternoon.
I'm Detective Chief Inspector Tennison,
and this is Detective Inspector Burkin.
Hello.
Could we speak with Major Howard, please?
Um, come this way.
Thank you.
I'll tell Major Howard you are here.
Thank you.
We've found her.
Yeah, that's her.
We're ready for you now.
TENNISON: Is this your daughter Karen?
[Voice breaking] Yes.
She's my daughter.
TENNISON: Thank you, sir.
Do you take sugar, sir?
No, no, no, I don't.
I should call my wife.
Yes, we'll arrange for a car
to take you home as soon as possible.
Inspector?
What happened?
Sir, wouldn't you prefer to be at home with your wife?
We can question you another time.
Question me?
I want to know who's in charge here.
I want to know exactly what is happening.
Who is in charge of this investigation?
- My daughter -- - I am, sir.
I'm in charge of the murder investigation.
What?
Well, I want -- I have a right.
I have every right to meet whoever it is.
I am a personal friend of Chief Constable Andrew Gurnham.
I want to see him, and I want to see him now.
Deputy Chief Gurnham is with another department, sir.
He's with the Ministry of Defence Police.
However, if you prefer, I can arrange for an appointment --
You won't arrange any bloody appointment.
I want him here right now. Understand?
I don't want a woman. Now will you please call him?
As I said, sir, I can arrange an appointment.
Just get out and leave him alone.
Jesus Christ. Let the man cry.
He's heartbroken.
[ Door closes ]
Mnh.
Look, I'm sorry I had a go in there,
but I could see the old boy was upset, and, uh --
Well, I'm sorry.
That's all right. It's no problem.
Anyway, I think he's ready to go home now.
Oh, Sergeant Otley needs you over at H.Q.
Oh, when did that call come in?
It came in when you was over at Cornwall Gardens.
I see.
Karen's boyfriend's been brought in for questioning.
In future, I want all information
to be passed to me directly, no matter what the circumstances.
[ Exhales sharply]
Now, is there anything else?
No.
[ Exhales ]
Sergeant Otley's stirring it up, is he?
Next thing I know,
he'll be asking for a vote of no confidence.
Oh, I see.
Well, I'd better get on over there.
You stay here and deal with the major.
And thank you, Burkin.
Sheila, will you just concentrate for a second, love?
Then you can go.
Did you ever see any of these men pick up Della Mornay?
- No. - Can I have the photos?
I've only just got them. Can you just wait?
- Before Christmas. - Before Christmas, right.
- How long before? - I don't know.
I've interviewed six of them. None of them have seen her.
This girl says she's got a cold and she wants to go home.
- Can I clear her? - No, you can't.
I've been here four hours already!
Just be quiet, will you?
We'll let you when we're ready, all right?
[ Indistinct conversations]
Which one of you is Mavis Fellow?
- I am. - Sit down there.
Now, you said in your statement
you last saw Della Mornay two months ago.
The situation is out of control. Look for yourself.
Look, none of these girls have seen Della Mornay for weeks.
No positive I.D. on the victim.
Well, not as far as I've been told, officially.
Ma'am's been down in the morgue.
Look, I've got the entire team down here wasting time.
We don't know if she's gonna charge him or not, governor.
It's a mess.
How much more evidence does she need?
Get these women out of the corridor.
-[ Banging ] - Oi! Cut that out!
[ Laughter]
Has anyone got anything on Marlow's car yet?
Not yet, ma'am, but we got you a spot on "Crime Night."
[ Laughter]
That's a good idea.
I was joking.
Yeah, I'm not, but keep on laughing.
Only time's running out.
We've got Marlow's lawyer pacing around downstairs.
Get on to the press office.
MUDDYMAN: Did you get anything at Marlow's flat, ma'am?
No, just a lot of flak from his girlfriend.
Where the hell is Sergeant Otley?
LILLIE: Oh, yeah, records sent this in.
It's about Moyra Henson.
She was picked up for soliciting 15 years ago.
I don't know if that's any use.
She's been on the dole for four years.
Could be interesting.
We got 24 toms' statements, and there's more waiting downstairs.
What do you want to do?
Uh...
Super's with Marlow's lawyer.
We gonna charge him?
Running out of time, ma'am.
Yes, I am aware of that, Sergeant.
Right, I'll deal with the girls first.
Just wait here till I'm through.
Until you're through, yes, ma'am.
Tony, you got a list of the girls' names?
We're going to need a female P.C.
Oh, and formal identification of the victim is on my desk.
- Her name is Karen Howard. - Karen Howard.
We know.
I got her boyfriend and her flatmates waiting upstairs.
Yeah, extension 242, please. Press office.
Right, Well, uh, I'll, um --
I'll interview the boyfriend first, then.
[Telephone ringing ]
She's gone off you, lovey.
This time tomorrow, Hickock's in, she's out.
Money on it.
I don't know.
Governor would have had him charged and banged up by now.
That bitch is scared stiff. That's our problem.
Yeah, is that the press office?
Yeah, it's the main Incident Room, Burkin here.
I want to fix up a "Crime Night" for the Howard case.
Tennison.
[ Indistinct conversation]
[Sighs]
[ Elevator doors close]
[ Elevator doors open ]
Now, the reason you said you had not seen Karen for a while
was because you'd had a row.
Is that right?
We agreed not to see each other so much.
God, I can't believe she's dead.
I can't believe it.
She was murdered, Michael.
She was found in a prostitute's bed-sitter.
Now, I want you to look at this photograph and tell me,
have you ever seen Karen with this man?
Have you ever seen this man?
Look at the photograph, Michael.
No, I've never seen him.
Did Karen take drugs?
No, she didn't even drink.
Did you have a full relationship with her?
Sex, Michael. Did you have sex together?
Yes, of course.
So, when you said that she wanted to cool it,
did that mean that she had other boyfriends?
No.
So, she didn't sleep around?
Michael, I know this is hard for you.
It's hard for us,
but we have to find out why she was in that bed-sitter,
how she got into a prostitute's bed-sit.
Now, look at me, Michael.
Look at me.
Did Karen ever pick up men, men she didn't know?
No.
No! No!
I think you better take him home. Get him a car.
I'm sorry, Michael.
What sort of person are you?
Karen was a sweet, innocent girl.
You try to make her look dirty,
make her out to be something that she wasn't.
You disgust me.
Any joy with Michael?
No.
Bill Otley reckons you've got enough to charge Marlow.
No, sir.
Okay.
[ Indistinct conversations]
She's coming now.
Is the super with her?
They've got to charge Marlow, haven't they?
George Marlow is to be released tonight.
-[ Men murmuring] - Jesus Christ!
I'm sorry. I know how you feel.
If you'll forgive me for saying so, ma'am, I don't think you do.
[ Indistinct talking]
So, it's 9:00 tomorrow morning.
We'll review what went down today
and we'll discuss how we proceed.
[ Indistinct conversations telephone ringing ]
Otley, Incident Room.
Eh?
MARLOW: Thank you, Arnold.
I think we've heard the last of it, George.
- Let's hope. - All right.
- George Marlow. - Yes, governor.
MARLOW: Uh, just hang on a sec, will you?
[ Knock on window]
Thank you.
I knew you'd get me off.
[ Horn honks]
We got to get over to Sunningdale Golf Club.
We got another one.
Hands tied behind her back, slashed to pieces.
[ Police radio chatter]
I've worked with Sergeant Eastel before.
He knew about our case, so he gave me a tip-off.
Man over there with the retriever found her,
or his dog did.
Ugh!
Shit.
MAN: Tango 3 to Hotel Bravo 2.
The waterproof clothing and extra lighting you requested
is on its way.
Over and out.
Detective Sergeant Eastel, D.C.l. Tennison.
Has the pathologist got here yet?
On his way.
Anyone -- Any idea how long she's been here?
Well, judging by the decomposition and the stench,
a month, at least.
[ Camera shutter clicks]
I'd like to have a look, please.
Are you sure?
It's not a pretty sight.
I want to see her face.
MAN: Does anyone know if the clubhouse has been opened yet?
Anyone get in touch with Stewart?
And if it's there, ask if anyone's handled
any female clothes in from the golf course.
The one nearest this one.
Stinks to high heaven.
Heat from the lamps is making it worse.
That's Della Mornay.
- You sure it's your girl? - Yeah.
Any money on it, George Marlow did this, as well.
Knot's the same, hands tied behind her back.
Pity you released him.
You could have had him for three more days.
I'll have him back inside,
and when I do, he's gonna stay inside.
No more loopholes this time.
Off the record, ma'am, okay?
We knew we had the right man.
We knew it.
Shit!
[ Metal clanks]
[Sighs] Penal
There's never any bloody pencils.
[ Chuckles] Hi.
Hello, Ebbs.
[ Door opens]
Bugger it!
He's asleep, thank God.
[ Gasps]
Oh, good night, darling.
- What's the matter? - Nothing.
I mean, I --
[Sighs]
I hardly ever see you, and when I do, you're knackered.
I-I'm sorry.
I mean, what's the point?
Peter.
I love you.
You do?
Yes.
[Sighs]
And if the phone rings, I don't exist.
I don't know.
Every time I see you, you're buried in some files or...
giving someone a bollocking on the phone.
You're right.
Oh, you're right, and I will make more time for us soon.
I promise.
And just to prove it...
[ Chuckles ]
What's the matter?
Can't you sleep?
No.
You have a bad dream?
Okay.
I'll tell you what we'll do.
We'll get you back into bed.
Uh, I'll get you some milk from the kitchen.
I'll read you another story,
and then you can try to go to sleep, okay?
Okay. Come on.
[Sighs]
Morning, Jonesy.
Morning, ma'am.
Hop in. I'm going to the morgue.
[ Engine turns over]
Got here early for breakfast.
NORMAN: I've got the Reading postmortem here.
Dead approximately six or seven weeks.
Due to being out in the open air, or partly,
the body is badly decomposed.
- Foxes have had a go at -- - Off the record, Felix.
And I know -- till you've had time to make your tests.
It's a different weapon, but a narrow, thin type of blade.
Now, she's been badly beaten,
and her body is probably too decomposed to get semen samples.
But if you're trying to get me
to say I think the same man killed both victims --
Off the record?
Well, off the record -- and don't quote me -- I'd say yes,
because she's got identical marks on the top of both arms.
Now can I get on with the postmortem?
JONES: FN1 -- plucked head hair.
FN2 -- plucked pubic hair.
FN3 -- false nail, left hand.
FN4 --
Sorry.
Silly me.
FN4 -- false nail, right hand.
FN5 -- vagina swab for DNA, semen, and others.
[ Indistinct conversations]
Perfect match. Will you have a look?
Mm.
Fancy a cup of coffee?
Canteen's closed.
One single here and another double.
- And another double. - Oh, Joyce?
[Telephone ringing ]
WILLY: Joyce!
Joyce, you're wanted in the main lab!
And which one of you bastards
put this bloody shoe in my fridge?
So, Della was naked, hands tied behind her back,
been dead six to seven weeks.
You'll get photos and the particulars as soon as possible.
Now, the rope used to tie her hands
was not the same type as that used to tie Karen's,
-but the knot is. - You can talk to me about it.
D.C. Oakhill.
Right.
43 Telegraph Hill...
So, Frank, what have you got?
Uh, well, Marlow visited his employers
two, three times at Chester Paints,
then the supermarket, cinema.
Hires a lot of videos.
So, was Marlow in London six or seven weeks ago?
Philip, aren't you onto his employers?
Uh, uh, yes, yes, he was. He didn't leave London.
Good, okay, we've got Marlow in London
for both Karen and Della's murders.
Now, have we got anything on Marlow's car?
No, of course not.
So, what about his neighbors? You dealt with that?
My lads have interviewed the neighbors above, below,
and both sides.
He's a well-liked bloke, uses his local pub regularly.
Again, everybody seems to like him.
TENNISON: Okay, so, interview the householders,
properties bordering on the golf course.
She wasn't killed where her body was dumped.
She was brought there.
So someone might have seen something.
Also, we've no weapon for either victim,
so keep up the search on that.
Now, that's a thin weapon.
It's about 1/8 of an inch wide, about 7 inches long.
You in with me, Haskons?
Where's my fags?
You nicked my Bensons again?
[ Indistinct conversations]
Karen's family have asked for the body to be released.
Did you arrange it when you were at the morgue this morning?
No. Damn. I forgot, but I'll get on to it.
Gab, gab, gab.
Right. I want you both to take Sutherland Avenue, okay?
Take us, what, 20 minutes to get out there?
So, what about the press releases?
Did you hold off any mention of the wheals to the upper arms?
We kept it to the minimum
until we've got something concrete to give them.
Your decision to release Marlow could backfire.
Oh, come on, sir. You backed me up on that.
Have you had a change of mind?
Do you want to give us a minute?
Uh, no, I'd -- I'd like him to stay, please, sir.
[Clears throat]
The consensus seems to be
that this case is too heavy for you to handle.
- Oh, that's a load of bullshit. - Let me finish.
TENNISON: Excuse me, sir.
How well did John Shefford know Della Mornay?
He knew her.
No one ever denied that. She was an informer.
So, you agree he knew her well, yes?
What's this got to do with anything?
Sir, when I took over this case,
I requested Della Mornay's file from Vice.
I was told that the delay in sending it
was due to the computer changeover,
leading me to believe that John Shefford
had not had access to it, either.
But I was mistaken.
He did have it,
but nothing in it was recorded in the case file.
It's a bloody waste of time, innit?
Is it? Della Mornay was a police informer.
Not mentioned in the case file.
John Shefford was her arresting officer
when he was attached to Vice.
Not recorded in the case file.
OTLEY: Don't know anything about that.
But I do know that you've got a personal grudge
against a man that was admired.
He was so bloody eager to make an arrest,
desperate judging by this,
chasing some stupid in-house record that even --
Are you talking about Paxman's record?
It was a joke. There was no record.
It was John's.
He liked to gee up the lads.
Tell her. I don't know where she's coming from.
It was a joke.
Sergeant, what I would like to know is, if you knew Della,
if John Shefford knew Della well,
why was that body wrongly identified?
They bloody look alike. Her face was beaten to a pulp.
Now, why don't you leave it alone?
The man is dead!
So, uh...
explain this...
Sergeant.
I found this in your desk,
along with the original file from Vice.
What the hell is going on?
That's Della Mornay's personal diary.
Not tagged, not listed.
Pages torn out, pages obviously missing.
You wouldn't happen to know what was on those pages, would you?
Oh, yeah, I can explain that. [Clears throat]
I gave it to John, and I presume...
I found it in his desk when I was clearing it out.
John must have torn the pages out.
Jesus Christ.
Do you know what this means?
You're accusing an officer of doctoring evidence.
Yes, I do know what it means, sir.
And I assure you if I discover any further irregularities --
KERNAN: Any so-called irregularities, Inspector,
you bring straight to me.
I will decide if I will take this matter further.
I'll let you know what I'm gonna do.
Until I have verification
that both women were murdered by the same man,
I'd like to keep the discovery of Mornay's body under wraps.
Marlow still your main suspect?
Yes, and I'd like to keep him under pressure.
'Round-the-clock surveillance.
I know it's costly, but if he's killed twice...
And, uh, I'd like to handle the press releases from now on.
Check with you first, of course.
[ Door opens, closes ]
You bloody idiot.
She's wiping the floor with the lot of you.
You were lucky this time.
She let you off, not me.
Have you got those pages, Bill?
Yeah.
It's just -- just the days John went to see her.
It's nothing to do with the case.
He was fond of her.
He was very fond of her.
[ Door closes ]
[ Indistinct conversation]
Just tailing our man returning from the factory.
He spent about an hour there.
He should be entering the flat any moment now.
- Over. -[ Static hisses]
HASKONS: Okay, we have him.
Dropped his newspaper.
Most action we've seen all day.
Okay, he's getting his keys out now.
Oh, dear, oh, dear. He can't get in.
Moyra. Moyra, can you let me in?
HASKONS: Old woman next door poking her nose in.
Moyra Henson at the door now. [ Chuckles ]
This is it.
Watch her have a go at the nosy old cow next door.
He's been out. Now he's back, all right?
Nosy old bitch.
I've got a feeling she's spotted us.
She's just shown us her tits.
[Laughs]
I don't suppose you got a shot of them,
did you, you dozy bugger?
Cops have been in again.
This time they took the rest of your shoes.
I said they'd better bring them back.
Otherwise you'd be selling your paint in your stocking feet.
[ Lighter clicks]
No, I won't.
I gave my notice in before they could give it to me.
Bastards.
You'd think we were spies, the way they're carrying on.
Oh, and put the chain on the door at night.
They had all our keys.
They could have made a set. I don't trust one of them.
[ Sighs] It's getting me down.
It's like we were prisoners.
I'm sorry.
Don't turn against me, please.
I love you, Moyra.
I walked right through the main factory floor.
Not one of them would look at me.
Young Ron Wilks -- Remember him?
I gave that lad his main contacts.
Turned his back on me. None of them would look at me.
The law was there, asking questions.
They're everywhere.
I don't know how much more of this can take.
I have to take it, too, George.
And with you not earning, what are we gonna do?
I didn't do it. I didn't do it.
So help me God, I didn't do it!
-[ Telephone ringing ] -[ Gasps ]
I'll get it.
It's those kids next door.
Yes?
Oh. Hello, Doris.
Hang on.
It's your mom.
It's a pay phone.
Come on, love. You've got to talk to her.
[ Sniffles ]
Hello, Mom!
Yeah, I'm fine.
How's your hip?
You are?
She says she's walking with one stick now.
[ Sniffles ]
Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.
Yeah, they're -- they're talking to everyone that knows me.
[Laughs]
Thanks, Mom.
I wish the cops felt the same way.
Well, you know what they're like.
I Will.
Yeah, everything's fine at work.
I Will.
God bless.
You know I do.
[ Receiver clicks ]
[ Door closes ]
PETER: Doesn't anybody give any messages in your place?
I booked a court. I thought you wanted a game.
TENNISON: Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.
I forgot. It's been a tough day.
Oh, it's okay.
Marianne phoned.
She wanted to know if we could have Joey for half a term.
Oh, yes, of course we can.
What's for dinner? I'm starving.
Chicken Kiev.
I left a message on your bleeper for you to phone.
Ohh.
Um, listen, Thursday, Dad's birthday,
Mom's having a get-together.
Can you come?
- Yeah, that's fine. - Good.
So, uh, what night can I invite Tom and Joyce
and that guy King and his wife over for dinner?
King? Who's King?
Well, I told you. Frank King.
He's basically a property developer.
He's loaded, so Tom introduced us.
Well, you know, he's looking for a small building company
to set up some sort of partnership.
Oh, that's interesting.
I mean, he could be really important to me.
So, I think we should get him over, give him the works.
You know, champagne, candles.
[Telephone ringing ]
You could do your avocado thing.
Yeah, that's fine, no problem. Tuesday.
Hello?
J eff?
Did you swing it?
Ahh! That's great!
Don't they ever give you a break?
God, they move fast.
Now -- Yeah, but can they do a reconstruction?
Good, okay.
Yeah, I'll send the information over as soon as possible.
I mean, tonight, if they need it.
[ Exhales ] Yeah.
Yeah, that's really good news. Thanks.
Thanks a lot, Jeff. Bye.
We got any red wine?
Guess what.
I'm gonna be on television.
"Opportunity Knocks"?
[ Scoffs ] No.
"Crime Night."
I'm gonna be the first female D.C.l. on "Crime Night."
Oh, bugger!
It's Dad's birthday that night.
Well, can't they change the night?
Of course not! It's live television!
I meant your father's birthday party.
[Telephone dialing]
[Sighs]
Everything's going to be all right.
Commander.
Thank you for coming, huh?
You are most welcome to join us back at the house.
- Thank you, sir. -[ Engine turns over]
I've got to get back.
And give it 15 minutes, and then get back to the station.
Right, I'll see you later.
Good luck with the boxing.
Good luck on the box.
[ Indistinct conversations]
[ Engine turns over]
MAN: Gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?
Will you please make your way to your tables, gentlemen?
- Dinner is being served. - Felix, what are you having?
I've got one! I'll see you at the table!
Right! So, two large G&Ts, large scotch,
uh, la la la, orange juice.
Nothing for you till after the fight.
Don't worry. That Lambton's a pushover.
Now, come on. Get your skates on, love.
It's not what you've heard?
I'm just saying use your loaf, all right?
We're getting there. We're getting there.
Gentlemen, I'm afraid the bar's closing now.
- Dinner is served. - I'll be over later.
Got to watch that cow on "Crime Night."
Tenner on it she makes a cock-up.
Frank, best of luck.
Right, table 6. Go over to table 6.
Jonesy, don't forget your drink.
[ Indistinct conversations]
- Where's the corkscrew, Mom? - It's over there, dear.
- Did you set the video? - Yes.
Peter, will you check?
Yes, it's, uh -- it's on the wrong channel, Mr. Tennison.
It's on ITV. This is BBC.
Tony, come on.
It's started.
Neil?
Could you switch the light off, Mom?
It's shining on the screen.
MAN: What can you tell us, and, more importantly,
what can we do to assist in the investigation
into the murder of Karen Howard,
the girl we can see on our screens now?
TENNISON: Karen Howard's body was discovered in a bed-sitter
on January the 15th this year.
Now, we know where Karen was up until 6:45
on the evening of January the 14th,
but we've yet to discover her where--
What did you do that for?
I don't know what you want to watch it for.
Because there's somebody out there
that can prove I'm innocent, that's why.
My God.
You don't believe me, either, do you?
DO you?!
- You think I killed her! - That's not true.
Well, then, for Christ's sake, watch it.
They've got a phone-in!
What if someone phones in
and they saw the guy that picked her up, the same guy I saw?
What did you have to go and pick that girl up for?
You mean why did I have sex with her?
Because she was there. Jesus!
Do you think I don't want to turn the clock back?
Do you think I don't wish that I'd never laid eyes on her?
Are you telling me that if I was to say to you
there'd never be another woman in my life,
that you'd believe it?
I love you.
I don't cheat on you.
I'm not like some guys, screwing their friends' wives.
What friends?
We don't have any left.
Look, somebody else killed her, Moyra, not me.
All I'm praying is that they find who did it
and then they leave us alone.
MAN: The bed-sit was in the Ho/born area.
We can see on the screen at the moment
the street and the house where she was discovered.
Could someone have taken Karen to this place by force?
TENNISON: That is a possibility,
but at this stage in the investigation,
we can't say for sure.
MAN: The 14th of January -- t help you recall that night --
the newspapers carried the story of Tandy,
a fox terrier who'd been trapped in a manhole
for more than three days.
Now, most of the newspapers carried a leading story
and photograph of the recovery of Tandy.
The film you are about to see shows a reconstruction
of Karen's last known movements after she left this building,
MacDonald's Advertising,
and said goodbye to an executive she'd been to see.
It was 6:30.
Wearing clothes like these and carrying her portfolio,
she walked towards her blue Mini,
which she'd left parked in a side street
under the Westway beyond these bottle banks.
Karen was 24, 5'8", with long, blond hair and blue eyes.
She looks like Karen.
...her portfolio into the passenger seat.
Not as pretty, though.
When she tried to start it, the battery was flat.
This witness said he saw Karen lock her car,
leaving her portfolio behind.
He cannot recall if she had a handbag,
but no handbag has been found, nor has her jacket.
Will Jane be on again, Daddy?
Listen to the program.
I think she might come on again after the film.
She'll be interviewed again.
No, I think that's it.
They now ask for witnesses to call in,
and then -- then it stops.
Would you all shut up?
The witness who saw Karen try to make a call here
also directed her towards a phone booth
further along Ladbroke Grove.
PAM: She was a pretty girl, wasn't she?
MRS. TENNISON: That's not the real girl.
That's someone dressed up as her.
MR. TENNISON: They couldn't have the real girl, woman,
because she's dead.
When Karen reached it, she discovered it was a card phone.
Perhaps she didn't have a card.
She certainly never made the call
What happened next?
The time is now approximately 6:45 p.m.
Did you go into this pub that night?
Did you see Karen Howard by this phone box
on the corner of Lancaster Road?
And the wolves howled!
[ Crowd howling ]
And the dogs barked!
[ Crowd barking ]
And the door of the cottage slowly creaked open.
[ Imitates door creaking ]
And the old lady gestured pitifully to her granddaughter
to come nearer.
[ High-pitched voice ] "Come closer, my little one.
Oh, what a big girl you've grown into.
Take off your red cape.
Oh ho ho ho ho!
Oh, what big boobies!"
[Crowd murmuring]
"Take off your wet dress.
Come and warm yourself by my fire."
[ Normal voice] And very slowly,
Little Red Riding Hood...
So, listen, I want the keys.
Yeah, well, I'll give you them after.
- Well, don't forget. - No, I won't!
Don't forget.
Jonesy! Jonesy.
Oi, where's Otley?
He's watching ma'am on TV in the bar.
Well, get him in here! Look, our man's on first!
All right?
[Crowd groaning]
MAN: And as Little Red Riding Hood
crept closer to the bed,
the old lady threw up the bedclothes,
and Red Riding Hood saw what a long...
- Toot de toot! - Toot de toot!
And Red Riding Hood said --
[ High-pitched voice] "Oh, Superintendent Kernan..."
[ Laughter, applause]
"...it was Sergeant Otley last year,
and all he did was caution me."
Oh ho ho! [Laughs]
[Cheers and applause]
[ Normal voice] Oh, thank you very much!
Thank you very much indeed, gentlemen!
Thank you.
In the blue corner, from Reading, Detective Sergeant...
TENNISON: Her body was discovered...
Come on, Sarge. Burkin's in the ring.
Somebody will have videoed this.
Come on.
She thinks she's Esther bloody Rantzen.
Yes. Yes, it was a particularly brutal murder.
We need witnesses to come forward...
And now, gentlemen, you will have seen the blue buckets
being passed around the table.
No, not for that reason, sir. You use the one outside.
Now, those blue buckets,
I expect to see them filled to capacity,
because you know this benefit
is for Detective Chief Inspector John Shefford and his family.
So, for heaven's sake, fill the buckets!
We want your money!
Come on, Sa--
Her body was discovered...
OTLEY: How did she swing that one, the bitch?
...In a place that she'd never been to before,
so far as we can ascertain.
[ Indistinct shouting]
KERNAN: Sit down! Sit down!
Sorry, gov!
Where's Otley?
He's in the bar watching ma'am on TV.
Come on, Frankie!
We've not found any trace of Karen Howard's handbag.
Also, we wish to trace a car
which was seen in the area that night
but has since disappeared.
Shown on the screen now is the type and color of the car.
It's a brown Rover P6, 3. 5-liter automatic.
She get permission to give Marlow's registration number?
OTLEY: Listen to her.
Who in the hell does she think she is?
And it's very important that we trace...
Did anyone get Marlow's permission?
MAN: Did you see Karen that night?
Have you seen the missing car,
a possible vital link in the killing?
Remember, your calls will be treated with confidentiality.
But if you did see Karen on the night of the 14th of January...
Your lad's in the ring for Shefford.
...6374000.
Turn that bloody program off.
We simply ask for your help
Turn it off.
TENNISON: If you have any information
that you can give us --
[ indistinct shouting]
How'd she get on, gov?
I reckon she cooked her goose!
- No. Really? - Really.
[Laughs]
HASKONS: How'd she get on?
Oi, I'll take those.
MAN: Take it away. Round 3!
[Bell dings]
[ Indistinct shouting]
[Both grunting]
[ Indistinct shouting]
[Cheers and applause]
...4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!
[Cheers and applause]
J' Happy birthday to you J'
-[ Door closes ] - J' Happy birthday, dear Dad J'
J' Happy birthday to you J'
I made it. I made it.
Ohh.
[Sighs] Hi.
How was I? Was I okay?
It was very good, love.
Oh, you were lovely, darling.
Are you going to have something to eat?
- Yeah. - Have you eaten?
Give my daughter a glass.
It was good. It was really good.
Hi, Tony. The kids are in bed and asleep, are they?
- Oh, they're fine there. - Mm-hmm. Well, cheers, anyway.
It's all right, Officer. I'm not driving tonight.
[ Chuckles ] Let me see it.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
So, did I look like I had too much makeup on?
Only I told them not to put so much on.
My hands were shaking. I was so nervous.
Darling, it didn't show.
I didn't expect you home so soon.
I thought you might have to do the phone-in.
No, it's all right. I got the lads dealing with that.
PAM: Drink, yes, and I do the driving.
Is this the tape?
Um, I'll roll it on.
PAM: You're going to do all the driving from then on.
I can tell you that here and now.
Mom, who set this tape up?
Well, don't look at me, dear.
Dad, you've recorded the bloody ice skating.
Shit!
It's all right. I've recorded it at home.
No, I wanted to watch it, for Christ's sake.
[Sighs]
[ Beeping ]
That's my bleeper. Where's my bleeper?
PETER: Jane, just calm down.
TENNISON: I've got to make a phone call.
Maybe you should blow out the candles.
TENNISON: Maureen?
Yeah, I'm listening.
- I know... -[ Blowing ]
I've got one here for Karen Howard.
Sounds like a goody. She's on line 4.
Can someone take line 4 for me?
I can take it over here, Sandra.
WOMAN: 13th of January? Yeah.
[ Indistinct conversations]
Hello, yes?
Hello, uh, is that Helen Masters?
Hello, Ms. Masters.
Now, you say that you think you saw Karen Howard
in Ladbroke Grove. Is that right?
[Siren wailing]
[Siren stops]
[ Parking brake clicks]
Helen Masters?
We're waiting for your calls All the lines are open.
The number is 071-6374000.
It's up to you. Call us.
We'll see you back here at 11:45.
[ Theme music playing ]
You were very good.
[ Chuckles] Just a minute.
Oh, you're not gonna show it all again, are you?
Well, it's very important.
I mean, anything you do is important.
Anything anyone else does isn't. Is that right?
I just want to watch a bit in the middle.
[Sighs]
I have to be on-site at 6:00 in the morning.
What?
Oh, I'm sorry, love.
I know I must be hell to live with right now,
but you know I've waited a long time for this.
Oh, this is the reconstruction.
...after she left this building,
MacDonald's Advertising...
PETER: Can I ask you something?
...an executive she'd been to see.
It was 6:30.
Do you ever get emotionally involved?
I mean, the more you work on a case,
the more you get to know the people.
I mean, I know she's dead.
No, no, you don't get involved.
What about when you see them in the morgue?
Do you feel anything at all?
No.
But you do feel.
I mean, like the first time I went to see her parents,
Karen's parents,
there was this photograph of her in the living room.
She must have been about 15 or 16,
smiling, young, fresh, with her whole life in front of her.
And then you have to go to her mother and her father
and tell them that that life is over, it's finished.
Awful expression in their eyes.
In that moment, I feel, like, a pain.
I feel it, and I hold on to it because it's up to me
to find the man that destroyed that life.
I'm gonna get him.
I am gonna keep on at him till he cracks.
What if it isn't him?
What if it isn't this, uh...
Marlow.
George Arthur Marlow.
[Telephone rings]
Oh, shit!
Yes?
Is she legit?
[ Exhales ]
Okay.
Oh, yes.
Tonight.
Now.
Oh, Peter.
I think I've got him.
A witness called in, a probation officer.
She said she saw him.
She saw the man that picked up Karen.
Her description fits Marlow.
So, what now?
I'm gonna put that bastard in a lineup.
What, now?
You bet.
I want him dragged out of bed.
I want the shit scared out of him.
Jesus Christ.
What if you're wrong?
I'm not.
And if she picks him out of the lineup tomorrow, I've got him.
Witness says he called out Karen's name.
He knew her.
Mind your head.
[ Engine turns over]
I was coming from Ladbroke Grove tube station,
14th of January, 6:45 p.m.
I know the exact time because I checked my watch.
I was going to meet a girl
who was at the halfway house in Hammersmith, in a café.
TENNISON: 6:45?
Karen, the girl who was murdered --
You see, the TV film jogged my memory.
I'd seen her face in photographs in the newspapers,
but it never made any real impression.
The girl I was meeting was blond.
So when I saw Karen standing at the edge of the pavement,
for a second, I thought it was Susan.
- Same hair. - Sorry. How far away was Karen?
Just across the street.
There's a bank opposite that pub,
and I saw this man standing by the cash dispenser.
He had dark hair, a brownish jacket.
- He called to Karen. - He called out?
You heard him clearly call out her name?
There was a lot of traffic,
but he definitely called out her name.
We're all set.
Ms. Masters, if you'd like to come with me?
Would you all please hold your numbers in front of you?
Thank you.
Um, can you ask them to show their left profiles, please?
SLEETH: Can you all turn to face your right?
MASTERS: Can you ask number 6 to say "Karen"?
SLEETH: Face front again, please.
Number 6, step forward and clearly call out the name Karen.
Karen.
You see, I'm not sure.
Number 10?
Number 10, step forward and call out the name Karen.
Karen.
Louder
Karen.
Can I take a closer look?
Sure.
[ Door opens]
Ask him to say "Karen."
Karen.
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