Probationary WPC 515G Tennison,
attached to B Relief Hackney, sir.
- You worried they'll eat her alive? - No, I wasn't, sir.
No.
And what brings you to the police?
I thought the force could do with more posh sorts, sir.
I'm very sorry to tell you that
a girl we believe to be your daughter has been found dead.
We are treating it as a murder enquiry.
- When did you last see her? - Over a year ago.
Who would want Julie-Ann dead, Eddie? Think!
- Did you see her get into a car? - Yeah, a red one.
- What sort of red car, Eddie? - A Jaguar.
Eddie Phillips has absconded.
I want all units out there looking for him now.
♪ Call out the instigator
♪ Because there's something in the air
♪ We've got to get together sooner or later
♪ Because the revolution's here
♪ And you know it's right
♪ And you know that it's right
♪ We have got to get it together
♪ We have got to get it together now
♪ Lock up the streets and houses
♪ Because there's something in the air
♪ We've got to get together sooner or later
♪ Because the revolution's here... ♪
They said you'd be here.
Sir, I don't think Eddie Phillips was just Julie-Ann's boyfriend.
What?
I went to speak to Suzy and she...
Tennison, you shouldn't have done that.
- There are protocols. - I know, but...
Whatever she said could be inadmissible.
When was this?
- Just... - Best if you don't tell me.
- Same again. - Sure.
- What are you having? - Erm...
I'll just have the same as you.
There you go.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Eight years ago, we had this young PC --
Charlie Hopkins.
He was not much older than you.
He died while doing a routine check on a vehicle with false plates.
The driver deliberately mowed him down.
What Hopkins didn't know was that...
.. the driver was on his way to an armed raid on a bookies.
I got information about a garage
that had taken the vehicle in for repairs, so I broke in.
I found it.
Smashed headlight...
.. dented bumper...
blood smear.
I knew I had him.
- The driver. - You arrested him?
No.
No, he saw me go in the garage.
And by the time I came back with the warrant, he'd torched the car.
No fingerprints, no nothing to connect it to PC Hopkins.
Bastard got away with it.
Sorry. I...
I didn't mean to be...
.. going on about that.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Same as you, I trained at Hendon.
And when was that?
Late '50s?
Early '60s?
Really?
Well, I suppose that explains why you're walking me home, then.
Clearly, I'm old and doddery enough to warrant a chaperone.
Actually, it's because you nearly fell over coming out of the pub
and then you tried to get your car keys out.
I didn't want to see what happened next.
Well, in that case, erm...
.. thank you for saving my life.
No, seriously, erm...
I'm very...
Drunk?
Grateful.
I admire you.
No.
Sorry, I can't be doing that.
I'm your superior officer and er...
we're both very drunk.
Evening.
Er... I should be going.
Erm... will you be OK getting home?
Yes, I'll be fine.
Er... well, erm...
All right, early bird?
Morning.
Late one, was it? Where'd you go?
Er... nowhere.
Stayed in.
Up late studying, that's all.
Tell me we've found Eddie Phillips.
Still looking but we'll find him.
Sir, nothing found in Eddie's flat.
- Not one print that matches Julie-Ann's. - Bollocks.
Any luck tracing the red Jag that Eddie claimed picked Julie-Ann up?
- That was the last time she was seen alive. - Nothing yet.
Can you get started on those red Jag phone calls, Jane?
- Jane? - Hm?
- Phone calls? - Yes.
- Where did you get up to? - Er... let's see.
Go from there.
Morgan.
I need a plonk to accompany me to Julie-Ann's parents.
Er... Sergeant Harris has posted me on foot patrol covering Five Beat.
Sorry.
Tennison?
There was a matching necklace.
It was part of a set.
I'm sorry. We haven't found that yet.
At least we'll have something of hers for the service.
We'll release the body as soon as we can.
There is another reason that we stopped by.
What is it?
We've already told you everything we know.
This may be difficult for you to hear.
Julie-Ann may have been trying to kick her drug habit
because she was pregnant.
Oh, dear God.
I take it neither of you knew?
The newspaper describes Julie-Ann as a drug user and a prostitute.
If you speak to the press,
will you remind them that she was more than that?
Of course.
The post-mortem also revealed that your daughter had injuries consistent with a beating
we think from about two weeks before her death.
W-W-Was this the boyfriend?
This... er... Eddie?
How do you know about Eddie?
The newspaper describes him as Julie-Ann's boyfriend.
"Helping with your enquiries."
♪ Wish everybody would leave me alone, yeah
'The news is on the hour every hour.
'And there's no better way to listen to your favourites than on the nation's favourite.'
Come on, John.
Time to get up.
They've been talking about that poor murdered girl again on the radio.
Ta.
Makes you scared to leave your own home.
Is David back?
He was. Went straight out again.
He spoken to you?
About?
Just wondered what he's up to.
John?
Is this about some girl he was seeing?
He's fine, Ma.
Here, do us some bacon, will you?
♪ All those lies can be so unkind
♪ They can make you feel like you're losing your mind
You got anything stronger?
Do I look like a dealer?
Please, man.
Tell me where I can find Eddie, then.
You're not gonna find him.
If you really need something,
I can give you an address not far from here.
We're speaking to all Jaguar dealers in the area,
looking for the owner of a red XJ series.
20,000 red Jags sold since 1968.
- Can we get a better description? - When we find Eddie, we'll ask him.
- Tennison? - Hm?
I just found Julie-Ann's PM report lying on my desk.
Yes. You told me to leave it there, sir.
Yes, but it needs to be in an envelope with my name on it.
It's sensitive material.
This vehicle was parked at Homerton Hospital.
- 'Are you still there?' - Sorry about that.
Sorry, you said he worked there?
And that's definitely a red Jaguar?
Erm... this garage serviced a red XJ6 for a doctor at Homerton Hospital.
So that's Dr Hussein Pryor.
Thank you. Great.
- Morgan, you beauty. - Yes! Come on!
Silas, darling, is that van gonna be parked there all day?
Once they've unloaded it, I'll get them to move it round the corner, OK?
And the noise level? I do hope there won't be any noise?
Let's hope not. I will sort it.
You're a treasure, darling.
Hey.
You have to keep quiet.
The busybody next door will complain and the council will shut me down.
Please, move this stuff downstairs.
What do you care if the council shut you down?
Yeah, this time next week, you'll be on a beach.
Sitting on a big pile of cash!
- Ready to roll? - Yeah.
What are you gonna do with your share?
Get as far away from here as possible.
Me too.
- Mum will be all right, won't she? - Yeah.
She'll have Dad to look after her.
Yeah.
Oi.
I don't know what's going on in that head of yours,
- but don't fuck this one up for us, David. - I'm not gonna.
She looks familiar.
Julie-Ann Collins.
She came here as an outpatient on May 1st
to sign up to your methadone programme.
She was last seen climbing into a red Jaguar outside here.
Do you own a red Jaguar XJ6?
My wife has the Jag. Ex-wife.
She lives in Kent.
We're gonna have to contact your wife to confirm this.
Fine. Have you talked to Teresa?
- Who's Teresa? - Teresa O'Duncie.
One of the receptionists. I'm sure she knew this girl.
- Is Teresa here now? - Ask one of the girls.
They'll have her details.
Thank you for coming in, Miss O'Duncie.
After I had my appendix out last month, the stitches got infected.
Just take a seat.
I had this shooting pain right across my stomach.
So they put me on a course of antibiotics...
O'Duncie? Is that with a C-Y?
C-I-E.
Well, when I came back to work today and heard about Julie-Ann,
the pain came back, in the same place, right here,
so maybe it's an emotional pain, not an infection.
- Every cloud... - Hm.
Dr Pryor said you let Julie-Ann use an office phone.
Her and Eddie. We know Eddie at the unit.
He was always around. I was never sure about him.
- Any idea who she called? - No.
I overheard her asking someone for money. Well, demanding.
But it was an 01 number.
- Would anyone have written it down? - Yeah, me.
External calls have to go through the switchboard.
You still have it?
When Julie-Ann left, did Eddie go with her?
He asked her where she was going.
But she told him to mind his own business.
He got really angry with her. I reckon he's done this.
You should speak to him.
Hi, Sheila.
The public phone's always out of order,
so I didn't think there would be a problem.
I like to help the poor angels any way I can,
point them in the right direction.
That's where I wrote it down. On the pad there.
Before I got this job, I was an outpatient here.
It's a disease -- addiction.
Stop!
- What you doing? - Checking for indented writing.
Not by that ham-fisted method.
The forensic document examiner does that.
He's got a bigger pencil.
Come on.
What you doing here again?
I've been thinking...
I want the same share as John and Danny.
They're doing the manual labour. It's worked out on merit.
You hardly even know Danny.
- He's your cousin. He's family too. - And I'm your son.
David!
We're only keeping 40%. The rest goes to Whiteley.
The slices are already cut very thin.
Thinner for some than others.
Why has the money become an issue all of a sudden?
You can have 5% of mine.
Ten.
Don't push your luck!
Cliffy, mate.
Looked like you was having some family trouble.
A son like that needs to be brought in line.
Don't fill me with confidence seeing you being talked to
by a cripple like that.
♪ I don't mind
Shit!
♪ Just what you say
♪ I never heard you, baby
We're looking for your mate Eddie.
I've not seen him since you last picked us up.
Well, he's your mate. Has he not dropped by?
- No. - Shall we take you in, Billy?
- I swear! - Last chance.
What did you put in your pocket as I came in?
Help us out or we take a look.
Try Dwayne Clarke. Eddie always runs to him when he's in trouble.
This car was parked outside Homerton Hospital...
Hello? Thank you. I was wondering if you'd had a chance
to look at the hospital notepad we brought in.
We need to speak to this prick Billy told us about, Dwayne Clarke.
- He's hiding Eddie. - Still looking. We'll find him.
Nothing so far. No record, his name doesn't crop up anywhere.
Well, run his name by Drugs and Vice. Shake some branches.
He's getting fidgety.
He's rumbled. Go, go, go!
- Hello, lads. - Jesus! You scared the shit out of me!
I didn't realise you Drug Squad boys got scared.
- My guv needs your help. - Oh, yeah?
We need you to ID someone.
Dwayne Clarke, real name Darren Ackroyd.
Believe it or not, but the lad is well connected.
Fingers in lots of pies.
Dwayne's got form, likes to stomp on heads.
- Junkies, mostly. - Where can we find him?
You don't. He's the subject of a long-running undercover operation.
- Oh, come on, don't be a job's worth. - My hands are tied.
This is a murder investigation. She was 17, for God's sake.
We think he's harbouring our prime suspect.
If you don't touch him, we'll agree to a fair exchange of information.
We'll show you ours if...
well, you know.
We don't know for certain if there's active surveillance on him.
So make sure no-one outside this room knows.
Find Dwayne and we get Eddie.
And where do we find him?
Duke let slip that Dwayne has an alias: Darren Ackroyd.
We've got an address and a car registered to him.
Come in!
Sorry to interrupt.
Sir, the Forensic Document Examiner... erm...
retrieved a partial number from the pad we found at the hospital.
0-1, 9-4-6, 0-3.
I'll need your signature so that the GPO can send us a list of possibilities.
I put it in an envelope...
with your name on it, sir.
Leave it with me.
Argh! Arhh!
Argh!
- Who's the cripple now, then? - Argh!
You should watch your fucking mouth.
Arrgh!
Don't suppose Dwayne drives a brown mini?
Look, if he is as smart as Duke suggests,
then he's not gonna come back to his flat with Eddie, is he?
Better not be late for my gig tonight.
Do you do any Beatles?
Bolan, Quo, Slade, Kinks.
No bloody Beatles, no.
You should do some Beatles.
- Dwayne's not home. - Darren's not home.
'Golf Hotel to DI Bradfield.
- 'Over.' - Go ahead.
Uniform has spotted a blue Mercedes, listed owner Darren Ackroyd.
Registration: Delta, Hotel, November. Five, Seven, Seven, Hotel,
heading north on Talbot Road. Over.
Tell Uniforms to take him now. We don't want to lose him.
That's him!
- 'Suspect apprehended.' - Tell them to keep him there.
We're on our way. Over.
- Where is he? Did you lose him? - He's over here. He's a real handful.
- Took four of us to pin him down. - Is everyone all right?
- Yes, sir. - We've had to chuck him in here.
Get me out of here! You arseholes, you've got nothing on me!
Dwayne? Yoo-hoo, Mr Clarke?
- Can you hear me? - You're gonna pay for this!
Knock once, if you can.
- You've got no right to do this. - Is he cuffed?
Yeah. Ready?
Oi, what's this all about?
Get me out of here now!
You arseholes have got nothing on me!
Good work.
Eddie Phillips -- his girlfriend has turned up dead, he's done a runner.
And we think you know where he is.
So let's see what Mr Clarke's been up to.
A scuzzy dickhead like Dwayne Clarke can afford a motor like this,
and I'm on a poxy scooter!
I don't know no Eddie.
We saw you with him, idiot.
So why are you covering for him?
I'm not covering for that arsehole.
We found these in the air filter.
It's enough to throw possession with intent to supply at him.
What do we find in your car that starts with W?
I didn't put that there.
Who did, then? Fucking tooth fairy?
Here we go.
Got it. He kept a tally book.
So... in this little book we have a handy list of your customers.
Now, this Tod had quite the party on the 13th.
You supplied him with various drugs on the day that Julie-Ann died.
I've never seen that book before.
One of your coppers must have planted it.
You're on thin ice.
Same goes for that bag of weed and the money. None of that is mine.
I'd like to speak to my solicitor.
Tell us where to find Eddie Phillips.
Fucking Eddie.
I ain't seen him.
How did you afford a place there, then?
I didn't. I live with my parents.
Yeah? So do I.
Can't you type any quicker?
He didn't give us Eddie, did he?
We'll stick him with the possession charge.
What do you tell Duke? Speak of the devil.
You arrogant pricks.
All right. Steady, mate.
Six months of surveillance down the drain.
We're building a case against some major players
and you blew it out of the water!
I've got a murdered girl. I don't give a toss about what long game you're playing.
What's that?
Part of our fair exchange of information.
Duke, hold on.
Shit!
- Who's that with Eddie and Julie-Ann? - A new player.
We're still establishing his identity,
but he's a regular supplier of Eddie's.
They were taken two days before she died.
All we know is, on the street, he's known as Oz.
Thank you.
According to the plans, the first wall is...
.. somewhere.
It's there.
Right... let's go.
- Jesus. - 'Eagle One to Eagle's Nest.
'Eagle One to Eagle's Nest.'
We're done for the night.
'You still awake up there?'
Eagle One, I'm awake. Over.
Might I suggest we continue without her?
- Dad, where is she? - I told her to be here.
Oh, finally!
Sorry I'm late.
I hope you're not gonna wear that on the day.
It'll look like Pam's out on day release.
Please, Mum, I'm missing work for this.
Glad you could make it (!)
- We're at the vows. You take the bouquet. - What?
Take it, then!
And then when we leave the vestry, you hand it back to me.
Got that?
I think we need to go over it again for my sister's benefit.
- In a rush, Tennison? - Oh. Morning, sarge.
First-aid training today.
I thought for a minute the rumours were right
- and you'd found yourself a new boyfriend. - What rumours?
The general consensus around the station is
the only reason you've signed up is to procure yourself a husband.
Great.
You could do a lot worse.
Now, I've got you down to accompany DI Bradfield to the Collins Service.
So dump your boyfriend and smarten up!
- Sarge thinks I'm only here to find a husband. - Oh, yeah?
Like I'm a cat stuck up a tree, waiting for a man to save me.
There is not a man in this station I would open my legs for.
What? None of them?
You're kidding? They're all good for nothing.
Yeah. I know.
- You got a boyfriend? - No.
You?
Beating 'em off with a stick.
Look, I...
I don't usually drink that much.
What do I do if someone asks about the investigation?
Oh, erm...
Just tell them it's sub judice to discuss it.
George...
Oh, er... thank you for coming, Detective Inspector.
Have there been any developments?
We are chasing several leads, sir.
Oh, well, that's something.
So sad, George. So very sad.
Erm... let me get you a taxi, Reg.
Yeah. I think you're right, George.
Tennison, could you call a taxi for this gentleman?
Of course.
Thank you, dear.
Would you like to come and say hello to Mary?
Of course.
Hello?
48 Church Mount Road, please.
Oh...
0-1, 9-4-6, 0-3-6-5.
Thank you.
[0-1, 9-4-6, 0-3-6-5.]
Cheers, then.
Is er... everything all right?
I didn't see any ashtrays, so I assume Mrs Collins would prefer I did this out here.
Ah, yes, well, er...
you assumed right!
- Sorry, sir. - You had the phone number.
I didn't think it was enough.
Well, it's enough to question him and get a warrant.
I trust we won't find your fingerprints all over those door handles?
I didn't touch it.
Where is Gibbs?
It was a good spot.
I don't usually drink that much.
That suspect driver I told you about...
About six weeks later, we arrested him for a different robbery.
And the bastard gets out this week.
What the hell's this?
Lords knows, I have no desire to delay your release,
so I've convinced Mikey here to tell the warden he fell down the stairs.
So what?
Ought to tell your dog to be more careful who he bites.
Trust...
that is so important to me, Clifford.
Now, I've invested too much in this job to allow anything to derail it.
Now, you promised me you could do it.
In return for 40%, I don't expect
to have to deal with shite like this.
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?
Do you know who I am?
You're a nobody, old man.
You'll return the plans,
and I'll find someone more obedient.
I was pulling schemes like this
when you were still shitting in your nappies.
Now, my boys have already started.
So back off and let us get on with it.
All right.
Untwist your knickers, Clifford.
I've got people on the outside relying on you,
so stop messing about and get it done.
Or next time, I'll take more than just your wife's purse.
Right, you four with me.
Where'd you go for that warrant? Timbuktu?
Wait here.
With me.
All right?
Hi.
Make sure nobody goes into the bedrooms before I do.
One of the lads saw you and Bradfield
outside the section house the other night.
I didn't think you were a cat stuck up a tree.
Be careful, Jane.
Nothing happened.
Weren't studying, were you?
Come on.
Excuse me.
- I'm so sorry. - Of course.
DCI Bradfield? What's this?
- A change of shift? - I'm very sorry, Mr Collins,
but your guests need to leave.
Wh-Wh-Whatever's happened?
My officers need to search your house.
This is the warrant.
Now?
I already told you that Julie-Ann didn't live here.
You also told us you hadn't spoken to her since last year,
but that's not the case. She telephoned this house on May 1st.
The day she was seen leaving the clinic.
Er... well, what do I tell them?
That you need to be alone.
They'll understand.
George?
Excuse me, could I... have everyone's attention, please?
Thanks for coming.
All yours, Paul.
I'm looking for anything that can place Julie-Ann Collins here in the last two weeks.
- Morgan, can you sit with Mrs Collins, please? - Yeah.
Tennison, check the garage, see what you can find.
Sorry about this.
Wait there for me, please. It will only take a couple of minutes.
Well, why are they speaking to George?
It's just a formality.
Oh, my God.
Did you speak to Julie-Ann on May 1st?
She telephoned and we spoke, but not for long.
What did you talk about?
Er... she wanted to borrow some money. I refused.
- That was it. - You didn't see her?
No.
So on that same day, outside Homerton Hospital,
we have an eyewitness who saw your daughter getting into a red Jaguar.
You have a red Jaguar parked in your garage, George.
On May 1st, at 11am, did you pick your daughter up from Homerton Hospital?
I don't even know where that is.
And about two weeks later, Sunday May 13th, in the evening,
can you tell me where you were?
I've already told you.
Tell me again, George.
My wife and I went to a dinner
hosted by one of the managers at my factory.
We found red fibres on Julie-Ann's socks.
Are they gonna match the carpeting in your car, George?
Why do you keep using my first name?
You think I'm guilty?
My own daughter. You think I'm capable of this?
After you picked her up from Homerton Hospital,
where did you drive her?
Well?
We can place her near the car.
She left a nice clean thumb print on the passenger door handle.
Unless the father talks, it'd be hard for us to prove that was put there in the past two weeks.
Guv? You need to see this.
We found nothing in the master bedroom or the study.
- The spare room's used for storage. - Where's this going, Spence?
It's this room, sir.
There's blood here and here.
The mattress had been turned over.
These fibres seem a good match.
I'll have to check with the lab to be certain.
Sir?
Christ.
They locked her in here.
This is a cell.
George? George!
- What's going on? - Ma'am, please.