Nice result on the Kingston case, John.
Thank you, Willy, my son.
DCI Shefford. I�m in charge. Sergeant Otley here?
Yeah, guv�nor, he�s upstairs.
Jonesy.
You know the owner of the lease?
I just pushed the door open. Oh, my God, the light was on...
You all right, guv? I�ll check downstairs.
Good boy, Frank.
Have you had a cup of tea?
Shefford.
Who found her?
She�s a hell of a mess.
Look I tried to contact you.
I told you, I was down at the club having a few... What�s that?
Thanks, Bill.
Right, let�s get to work.
change in here ?
No blood on the floor, so she probably wasn�t killed here.
I�m going to take her temperature.
Obvious head injuries.
The room�s damn cold, about five degrees now. Say two to three when she was found.
A window half-open, curtains not drawn,
no source of heating, door to landing open.
A nasty breeze coming up the stairs.
Deep rectal temperature at...
2:12am...
is 35.8 degrees.
Assuming it was 37, that would put it back to...
around midnight.
OK. OK, lads.
Mortuary.
John, do you want to look?
She�s been dead maybe an hour. I�d say two at the most.
Can you give us anything on the weapon?
When I get her to the mortuary. Left the rope on her. Didn�t wanna cut it.
Was she raped?
I don�t know. Have you got an ID on her?
Yes.
Lucky you.
Della Mornay, prostitute.
Where�s that sodding music coming from?
Nobody had seen her for weeks. Landlady only went in cos she owed rent.
# Happy birthday to you, 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.
I�m sorry about this. I�ll be back when I can.
You�ve got your frocks on. Good. Come on.
Rope�s tagged on the side.
Nothing special as far as I can see, but get it to Willy.
She died, not approximately, exactly 12:15. Her watched stopped.
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.
A nasty little nick here, right just above the palm.
Come on. What about a weapon?
A long, thin-bladed instrument. Could be 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�s been put into some kind of a clamp.
The whole body�s badly bruised,
and extensive bruising to the vagina. Want to see?
I reckon she�s got semen in every orifice.
Sent swabs to the labs for testing five hours ago.
If they�re positive you can have the guy�s blood group by this afternoon.
Right, let�s get started.
Oh, yes, this�ll narrow the field.
Look what we�ve got here. Rare blood group. AB secretor.
75 per cent of 3.2 per cent, isn�t it?
Right. If we�ve got an AB secretor, that�s... 2.4 per cent.
Right, let�s see. Two plus two, minus his two per cent, so...
We take 2 per cent of 2.4 per cent - that�s...
...0.04 per cent.
One person in 2,500. We�re narrowing the field even further.
- Where are you going? - Computer.
We had rare blood groups recorded. when we started up the database.
I�ll have this one checked out.
Are you kidding me or what ? Right, 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, and he�s only on the bloody computer!
Guess what, giris. Paxman�s record is set to be wiped.
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?
Yes, sarge. Look at this. Excuse me madam.
Arrested and charged with attempted rape, aggravated burglary. He served two sentences.
We�ve got that. You got Kilburn down there, High Grove Estate? Check it out.
Good, good, good. What�s the time?
- Five to eleven. - Right.
You reckon he�ll be there, guv?
Yes, unless he�s gone on holiday.
Excuse me.
We�re gonna break Paxman�s record! Go, go, go!
You bugger.
Right, come on, move it!
DCI Tennison.
No. No, I�m sorry, I�m in court all afternoon.
Try Shefford�s office, extensi�n 435. It�s all right.
You wanted something done before court season? Only the Xerox is on the blink again.
No, no.
What time did that call come in? The case Shefford�s on.
I was on standby all last night.
I think they fished him out of a club about two o�clock.
It was a prostitute, Mulner Road.
It�s closing, they�ve got a suspect already.
If they can charge him, It�ll be drinks all round tonight.
Skipper, at the window we�ve got a male, dark-haired.
He�s definitely inside. There�s a woman with him.
Repeat, one male, one female.
All right, Jonesy.
Open up! It�s the police!
They�ve sussed us. She�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 ID.
Open the door.
George Marlow? Yes.. Caution him, cuff him.
What�s this all about?
Moyra?
You can�t go in there.
You can�t just walk in and take things.
- This is private property. We�ve got rights. - I want you as well, love.
- Moyra? - Yes, I�m all right...
I�m right behind you, love.
Excuse me. Sorry.
How long is all of this going to take?
Only, I�ve got a 5:00 appointment this afternoon.
Look, I understand the caution, I understand that you�re taking us down,
but you haven�t told me what I�m supposed to have done.
We�re in room 4D. Let�s get a move-on.
Willy�s got one of Marlow�s shirts. We�ve got a blood stain on the cuff.
Bad news is It�s the size of a pinprick.
If it matches our girl, we�ve got the bastard.
We�ll have enough to charge him. Put it there.
Wey! Wey!
Right, It�s Joshua�s birthday tomorrow. We�ll make it a double celebration, right?
Come on.
His girlfriend stated he was home when Della Mornay was murdered.
She�s a tough bitch who won�t be budged. Her lawyer got her out faster than a fart.
Well, I don�t know how Paxman did it.
We�re not gonna break the record at this rate.
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. - Right, guv.
- Cheese and pickle, please. - You take them, I�ll get Marlow.
Joshua, why are you up at this time of night?
Put your mother on. What do you mean she�s in the bath? Get her out of it.
What�s happening? Three times I asked for sausage, and I got bleedin� salad.
All right, George.
You 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�ve been done before, George.
- You don�t like hassles, do you? - Now, wait a minute...
She pisses you off, right?
Della Mornay pisses you off, right?
Della Mornay?
Yeah.
Della Mornay.
Hello, I�m home.
Hi.
I�ve taken the small lamp from the sideboard
and put it by his bed.
He�ll want it on all night.
Oh, wa... wa... wait, Watch it! I�ve got chocolate gateau in here.
Fish fingers, sausages, spaghetti hoops and potato alphabet.
He�s only coming for one night.
I want him to have a choice. The spaghetti hoops are for me.
No, use the best china.
He�s six years old!
Yes, but I want to make an impression, don�t I?
I really appreciate this.
I appreciate how much you miss him.
Is she bringing her new husband?
She�d better not.
That�s them! Quick! Put the china...
No... Go to the door.
It�s all right. I�ll... I�ll... be right with you in a minute.
Hi. Come in. Hi.
- Hello, Daddy. - Hello. How are you?
Shit!
Oh!
Oh, hi. Marianne, this is Jane Tennison.
- How do you do? - Pleased to meet you.
And you must be Joe?
What�s that?
Oh... That�s chocolate.
Mm... Yum.
Would you like some?
Come with me to the kitchen, then.
You be a good boy and Mummy�ll come and see you tomorrow. All right?
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
Right, I�ll see you tomorrow.
- Yes. - Thank...
- Jane. - Jane.
Jane.
Yes, well, have a nice evening.
Look, as I�m now more... settled, I�d like to have Joey more regularly.
Yes? We�ll see how it works out.
I�m pregnant.
What would you like to drink?
Uh... Water, please.
Congratulations.
Right.
- I�ll see you tomorrow, about ten, then. - Yeah.
She�s not what I expected.
I don�t know, I suppose I thought she�d be in uniform.
Don�t get that chocolate all over your face.
See you.
Yep.
I should�ve worn a flat hat for her.
She wasn�t what I expected either. She�s very... beautiful.
Very groomed.
Look, I�m sorry. I suppose I blew it.
No. No, how could you?
You�re beautiful, talented,
and...
covered in chocolate.
More, more, more.
More!
Look at you. You�re covered in chocolate too!
Forensics are having a problem putting our man in that bed-sit.
But we�ve enough to charge him.
If Willy comes up with the blood sample this afternoon, ba-boom.
I got Joshua a train set. Is that what he wanted?
I hope so. I got him one too.
Why didn�t you tell me?
Look, guv, Marlow admits he knew the victim.
When you think Felix 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?
- Oh, shit! - Are you all right?
Shit! I�ve got cramp.
John?
Get an ambulance.
Get an ambulance!
John!
This is DCS Kernan. Get an ambulance to the station immediately. It�s urgent.
Please, John!
You steal �500,000 from old age pensions, what do you get?
Six months.
Is he going to be all right?
The sooner we get him to a hospital the better.
Jesus Christ!
I can�t believe it. He was laughing and joking when he came in.
Said he�d be in the pub tonight.
He didn�t make it. He was dead on arrival.
Christ! It�s his son�s birthday party.
I don�t believe it.
- Incident Room. - Yes, I�m still here.
Yes, all right, all right.
Calm down.
Can you give us a description?
Yeah, about what time was it?
All right, then.
Height? Yeah.
Come in.
Hello, Jane.
This may not be the right time, 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...
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 DCI Shefford was at a crucial stageof 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.
When is the right time?
Look, I�m the only officer of my rank who is continually overstepped...
sidestepped, whatever.
Just give me the chance to prove that I can...
You don�t have to prove yourself to me.
Let me think about it.
That�s not enough, Michael.
I�m getting sick to death of this Metropolitan Police...
survey being thrown at me.
So all right, aparently 90 per cent of the time the general public would prefer a male officer.
But until one of us get the chance to prove that survey is a biased,
- ...out-of-date 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.
Get me the rota on all the DCis on our AMIT list.
Also, call DCI Kinlock at Notting Hill.
See who he�s got available.
- Evening, guv. - Andy.
- Hello, Jill. - Hello. The Commander�s expecting you.
Do you know how the men feel about having a woman heading a murder squad.
It�s opening the floodgates.
Give her this case, she�ll expect more. There�s a few of her rank coming up.
I don�t think I want to take the responsibility.
Once she�s in It�d 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.
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 �em.
What?
Balls.
I hope we get Kelvin. He�s an OK bloke.
Haskons was with him at Reading.
He�s a teetotaler, isn�t he?
What about that red-haired DCI?
You know, he was on that Shepherd�s Bush shooting.
What was his name? Hicock.
Yeah. He�s supposed to be a good bloke. Used to be a friend of John�s, apparently.
After John going, It�ll 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?
Yeah!
This case is being taken over by DCI Tennison.
And formal charges will be assessed and determined by her.
I want you all to give her every assistance in familiarising herself with this case.
Me and the lads feel that an outsider...
coming in at this stage is not necessary.
- How about the bloke from Reading? - We don�t need anyone.
It�s not a question of Tennison taking over, but of bringing the case to court.
- The quicker that�s done the better. - We don�t need her!
Shut it, all of you!
Now... I know how you must all feel.
But... give her the best you�ve got.
I�ll give that tart the best I�ve got, all right.
We don�t want her.
These are the Della Mornay record from Vice.
The reason or excuse they�ve been so long in coming
Chief Shefford also requested them is that King�s Cross Vice Squad are changing over their system.
Their old machines aren�t compatible with the latest at Scotland Yard.
Get a hold of Felix Norman.
Say I want to view the victim tonight. Sonny, I�ll need a squad car and a driver.
I want access to all items taken from the victim�s bed-sit,
and I want to re-interview the landlady.
And also get the dabs guys to send me 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.
- I�ll see you in the Item Checkout Room. - Right.
One pair of stockings.
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? - Seven.
Yeah.
One pair of large men�s trousers.
We haven�t got them here.
Ma�am, DC Jones is waiting.
Where�s Sergeant Otley?
I don�t know. He was with the Super.
Another pair of trousers.
I want John Shefford�s team
all of them, in the Incident Room tomorrow morning at 9 o�clock sharp.
And get those bagged up for me, will you?
Severe facial bruising, blood around her nostrils, 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 the cut Marlow mentioned in his statement?
On the right wrist, just above the palm.
Can I see that?
Small, but quite deep. Would have caused considerable bleeding...
Could it be she was strung up, then cut down, and her hands tied behind her?
I�d have to do body testing for that. I�m a bit pressed for time.
Excuse me, where�s the toilet?
Feeling a bit queasy?
No, but I think he is.
It�s out there, to the right.
- Could I have a look at her feet? - Her feet? Certainly.
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?
Tomorrow, I hope.
Listen...
with Marianne being pregnant...
You know, I worked her out.
I reckon It�s because she�s pregnant 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 shocked by this tragedy.
John Shefford was a well-liked and highly respected officer.
And I�m not attempting to step into his shoes. No-one could.
But as the first available DCI, 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...
If you don�t like it, put in for a transfer,
and It�ll be dealt with via the normal channels.
She thinks she�s tasty, doesn�t she?
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.
As you can see, we have wrongly identified the victim.
Which makes the statement made by a 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, how did he come by that name?
The main interrogation officer...
I 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 mis-identified the victim.
But the landlady also mis-identified the victim.
Now, I don�t want to waste more time.
I want the landlady re-interviewed and all the tenants.
You�re joking.
We have to find Della Mornay, and get an ID 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 five.
Well our victim is a size six-and-a-half.
I want all Della�s associates, the vice giris, 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 3-day lay-down -
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. - No? Step up on that, then.
OK, that�s it.
Thank you.
Will Sergeant Wyle please report to the Incident Room.
Sergeant Wyle to the Incident Room, please.
That tart�s gunning for John. Well, let her try it.
If she badmouths him I�ll make sure her knickers get screwed off her skinny dyke arse.
- You don�t think she is one, Do you? - Do me a favor, What bloke would fancy that?
Found Marlow�s car yet? No? Step on it.
Tart.
Otley, Incident Room.
No, she�s not.
Got a minute, ma�am?
The 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 bedsit?
Nothing else came through.
No, that�s not enough.
How much more does she need to have, for Christ�s sake?
- He told me it was a tart named Della Mornay. - 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... I asked her how much, and she...
Do you want me to tell you exactly what she said?
Yes.
She said that for a blow job...
She said that masturbation would cost �15, but full sex would be more - �25.
Whatever I say doesn�t make me look good. I don�t know why I wanted to do it.
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 to you...
I�m not here to question you about any other incident.
I know. It�s just everything I say makes me look as if I hurt that girl.
And I didn�t, I didn�t!
Moyra, my wife.
What this�ll do to her, I don�t know.
So, you picked her up...
So, what happened then?
Well, she gets into the car,
and we drive along under the bridge...
...into a big area of wasteland.
And she climbs from the front seat into the back seat, and we...
And we do...
we do the business.
Then she climbs from the back into the front, and she...
...she catches her hand.
Er...
You... You did say she cut her hand.
Yeah. Cut, cut.
Which hand was that?
Er...
It was er...
It was her right hand. Because the radio�s between the seats, and It�s got a sharp edge.
You can take the radio out. It�s portable.
Round 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. G.
Uh...
Then what happened?
I gave her the money.
I�d just been to one of those cash machines. You can check that out.
I asked her where she wanted to be dropped off.
She said the tube station.
The last I saw of her, she was picking up another punter.
It was...
It was a red car...
Could�ve been a Sirocco, I�m not sure.
I didn�t kill her.
I�ll take any test you like.
I didn�t do it.
- Sergeant Otley wants you upstairs. - Five minutes.
I went home. Got there about half past ten.
Maybe a quarter to eleven, maybe a bit later.
So, had you picked her up before?
No, I told you. I�d never seen her before.
Where is that bloody woman?
She downstairs in the cell with Marlow.
Girls are coming in from all over town.
Anything on Marlow�s car?
Not yet. Oh, and there�s...
There�s a roomful of giris waiting for you.
What?
Known associates of Della Mornay�s. You asked for them to be brought in.
I presumed you�d want to interview them personally.
There was 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?
Yeah. It�s got ��Missing Persons Report�� on the top, hasn�t it?
Cut it out, Sergeant.
Ones in Surrey and one in Cornwall Gardens look promising.
Uh, OK.
Do you want me to deal with those?
Why not? I�ll have my hands full with a roomful of slags to interview.
Well, you should have staggered them.
-Listen can you check if there�s been handkerchief found?
- Yes, ma�am.
Yeah? Yeah, speaking.
Marlow said he wrapped the victim�s hand in it.
He doesn�t know what happened to it.
Yeah, OK. Could you... Yeah, put him through.
Tony? What�s this?
A search warrant for Moyra Henson�s flat.
She knows we�ve only ten hours before the bastard�s released. What�s going on?
I don�t know. I don�t know what she�s up to.
Ma�am, here�s the search warrant for Moyra Henson�s flat.
Look, can I call you back later? I�m sorry, It�s important. Bye.
- Anything on the handkerchief? - No, ma�am.
OK. Sargeant I�ll be at the suspect�s flat, and then I�ll do the missing girls.
Frank, you�re with me.
I don�t believe this.
Oi!
Hey, tell her there�s a dog�s missing from Battersea! A big case she might put in for!
Owner got hit by a truck! She likes dead men�s shoes.
- She�s not deaf. - Am I the last to know what�s going down?
Here. She just got a private call. Grab WPC Havers, see who she�s knocking off.
If she�s spreading the dirt on thick keep this to the ground.
Whatever you get, feed it back. All right?
I knew a bloke who was on the Flying Squad with her.
Cornwall Gardens should keep her busy.
So will Moyra Henson.
- Where�s the bathroom? This is harassment, you know!
You�ve been here two days on the trot. What are you looking for?I�ve got an appointment.
How long will you be this time?
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.
Was he drunk when he came home...
He was not drunk! He was in here by 10:30. We watched TV, and then we went to bed.
I�ve said all this before!
What have they sent you for? The female touch? Soften me up.
You�re pushing your luck, lady.
I�m going to lodge a formal complaint, to whoever�s in charge. You�ve no right.
I have every right, Miss Henson.
I�m now in charge of this investigation.
This is a photograph of the girl George admitted to picking up and having sex with in his car.
Would you take a look, please?
What am I supposed to do? Fall apart?
It�s not here.
I feel sorry for that girl...
but George is only guilty of having sex with her. You know, sex!
Now, why don�t you just finish what you�ve got to do and get out?
So, what do you think?
About what, sir?
My voice suddenly got lower, has it? Maybe my knickers are too tight?
I like to be called guv�nor or the boss. I don�t like ma�am.
I�m not the bloody Queen. Take your pick.
Yes, ma�am.
Let�s check on those missing girls.
Anything you say, but It�s well after 2:00.
What�s that supposed to mean? You want lunch?
No, I�m just counting the hours to George Marlow�s release.
Thanks. I said I wanted brown.
- Anything come in for me? - No.
How did the interview go?
Edie Williams is 35 year old , with a history of mental disorder...
and a passi�n for watching trains at Euston Station.
Now, either Sg Otley needs his friggin� head seen to,
or he�s sending me on a wild-goose chase around London.
She didn�t even fit the description. The next one better be legit.
So, what have we got?
Karen Howard, reported missing from Kensington.
What the hell are we doing 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 DCI Tennison, and this is DI Burkin.
Could we speak with Major Howard, please?
Come this way.
Thank you.
I�ll tell him you are here.
Thank you.
We�ve found her.
Yeah, that�s her.
We�re ready for you now.
Is this your daughter Karen?
Yes.
She�s my daughter.
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?
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? 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 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 call him?
As I said, sir, I can arrange an appointment...
Come on. Just get out and leave him alone.
Jesus Christ, let the man cry. He�s heartbroken.
I�m sorry I had a go in there, but I could see the old boy was upset. I�m sorry.
- That�s all right. No problem. - Anyway, I think he�s ready to go home.
Sergeant Otley needs you over at HQ.
When did that call come in?
It came in when you was over at Cornwall Gardens.
I see.
Karen�s boyfriend�s been...
In future I want all information to be passed to me directly,
no matter what the circumstances.
Is there anything else?
No.
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 over there.
You stay here and deal with the Major.
And thank you, Burkin.
Will you just concentrate for a second? Then you can go.
Did you ever see any of these men pick up Della Mornay?
Can I have the photos?
- I�ve just got �em. Can you wait? - When did you see Della?
- Before Christmas. - Before Christmas? How long before?
I�ve interviewed six of them.
This girl has a cold and wants to go home. Can I clear her?
- No, you can�t. - I�ve been here four hours!
Just be quiet, will you? We�ll let you go when we�re ready.
- Which one of you is Mavis Fellow? - I am.
Sit down here.
You said in your statement you last saw Della Mornay two months ago.
The situation�s out of control.
Look for yourself.
None of these girls haven�t seen Della Mornay for weeks.
No positive ID on the victim. Well, not as far as I�ve been told officially.
Ma�am has been down the morgue. The entire team�s here, wasting time!
We don�t know if she�s gonna charge him or not. It�s a mess.
How much more evidence does she need?
Get them out of the corridor.
Oi, cut that out!
Anyone got anything on Marlow�s car yet?
Not yet, ma�am, but we�ve got you a spot on Crime Night.
That�s a good idea.
I was joking.
Yeah, I know, but keep laughing. Only time�s running out.
Because Marlow�s lawyer is pacing around downstairs.
Get onto the press office.
Did you get anything at Marlow�s flat?
Just a lot of flak from his girlfriend. Where�s the hell is Sergeant Otley?
Records sent this in.
Moyra Henson. She was picked up for soliciting 15 years ago.
Don�t know if It�s any use.
- She�s been on the dole for four years. - Could be interesting.
We�ve got 24 toms� statements, and there�s more waiting downstairs.
What do you want to do?
Super�s with Marlow�s lawyer. Are you going to 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 gonna need a female PC.
Formal identification of the victim is on my desk. Her name is Karen How...
Karen Howard. We know.
Her boyfriend and flatmates are upstairs.
Extensi�n 242, please. Press office.
Right. Well, I�ll...
I�ll interview the boyfriend first, then.
She�s gone off you, lovey.
This time tomorrow, Hicock�s in, she�s out. Money on it.
The guv�nor 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. Burkin. I want to fix a Crime Night for the Howard case. Tennison.
The reason you said you�d 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 bedsitter.
I want you to look at this photograph and tell me
...have you ever seen Karen with him?
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 bedsitter.
How she got into a prostitute�s bedsit.
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�d 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.
OK.
She�s coming now.
Is the Super with her?
They�ve got to charge Marlow.
George Marlow is to be released tonight.
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.
So it�s 9 o�clock tomorrow morning we�ll review what went down today
and we�ll discuss how we proceed.
Otley, Incident Room.
Eh?
Thank you, Arnold.
I think we�ve heard the last of it, George. Let�s hope.
- George Marlow? - Yes, guv�nor.
Just hang on a sec, will you?
Thank you. I knew you�d get me off.
We�ve got to get to Sunningdale Golf Club.
We�ve got another one. Hands tied behind her back, slashed to pieces.
Sergeant Eastel knew about our case so he gave me a tip-off.
Man over there with the retriever found her, or his dog did.
Oh, shit!
Detective Sergeant Eastel, DCI 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.
I�d like to have a look, please.
Are you sure? It�s not a pretty sight.
I want to see her face.
Does anyone know if the clubhouse has been opened yet?
That�s Della Mornay.
- Are you sure It�s your girl? - Yeah.
Any money on it George Marlow did this as well.
Knot�s the same, hands tied behind the back.
Pity you released him. You could�ve had him three more days.
I�ll have him back inside and when I do, he�s going to stay inside.
No more loopholes this time.
Off the record, ma�am, OK?
We knew we had the right man. We knew it.
Shit.
Pencil.
There�s never any... bloody pencils.
Oh... Hi.
Hello.
Bugger it!
He�s asleep, thank God.
What?
Good night, darling.
- What�s the matter? - Nothing.
I mean...
I hardly ever see you, and when I do you�re knackered.
I�m sorry.
I mean...
What�s the point?
Peter.
I do love you.
You do?
If the phone rings, I don�t exist.
I dunno.
Every time I see you you�re... buried in some files, or...
...giving someone a bollocking on the phone.
You�re right.
You�re right. And I will make more time for us soon, I promise.
And just to prove it...
What�s the matter, can�t you sleep?
No.
Did you have a bad dream?
OK.
I tell you what we�ll do.
We�ll get you back to bed. I�ll get you some milk from the kitchen.
I�ll read you a story, and then you can try to go to sleep, OK?
OK. Come on.
- Morning, Jonesy. - Morning, ma�am.
Hop in. I�m going to the morgue.
I got here early, for breakfast.
I�ve got the Reading postmortem here - dead approximately six or seven weeks.
Due to being out in the open air, body is badly decomposed.
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.
She�s been badly beaten...
and her body is badly 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 has identical marks on the top of both arms.
Now, can I get on with the postmortem?
FN1, plucked head hair. FN2, plucked pubic hair.
FN3, false nail, left hand.
FN4...
Sorry. Silly me.
FN4, false nail, right hand.
FN5, swab for DNA semen analysis.
Perfect match, you have a look.
- Fancy a cup of coffee? - Canteen�s closed.
Joyce? Joyce, you�re wanted in the main lab.
Which one of you bastards put this bloody shoe in my fridge?
Della was naked, hands tied behind her back, been dead six to seven weeks.
You get the photos on the particulars as soon is 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.
So, Frank, what have you got?
Er... Marlow visited his employers, two, three times, at Chester Paints.
Then the supermarket, the cinema.
Hires a lot of videos.
So was Marlow in London six to seven weeks ago? Aren�t you onto his employers?
Er... yes, yes. He didn�t leave London...
Good. So we�ve got Marlow in London for Karen and Della�s murders.
Have we got anything on his car? No.
Of course not. So, what about his neighbours?-
My lads have interviewed the neighbours above, below and both sides.
He�s a well-liked bloke.
Uses his local pub regularly. Again everybody seems to like him.
OK, so interview the householders, properties bordering on the golf course.
She wasn�t killed where her body was dumped. She was brought there.
Someone might have seen something.
Also, we�ve no weapon for either victim, so keep up the search on that.
It�s a thin weapon, It�s about an eighth of an inch wide, about seven inches long.
You in with me, Haskons?
Where�s my fax? Did you buy Benson�s again?
Karen�s family have asked for the body to be released.
Did you arrange it when you were at the morgue?
Oh... No, I forgot. But I�ll get on to it.
Right. I want you both to take Sutherland Avenue, OK?
It takes, what, 20 minutes to get there?
So, what about the press releases?
Did you hold off any mention of the weals to the upper arms?
We kept it to the minimum until we�ve got something concrete to give them.
Your decisi�n to release Marlow could backfire.
Come on, sir. You backed me up on that.
Have you had a change of mind?
Do you want to give us a minute?
No, I�d like him to stay, please, sir.
The consensus seems to be that this case is too heavy for you to handle.
- That�s bullshit. - Let me finish.
Excuse me, sir. How well did 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 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.
This is 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. - I don�t know anything about that.
But I do know 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!
Are you talking about Paxman�s record? It was a joke.
There was no record. It�s 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 er...
...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?
Yeah, I can explain that.
I gave it to John, and I presume...
I found it in his desk when I was clearing it.
John must have torn the pages out.
Jesus Christ.
Do you know what this means? You are accusing an officer of doctoring evidence.
Yes, I do know what it means, sir.
And I assure you if I discover any further irregularities...
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 going to do.
Until I have verification of 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 er... I�d like to handle the press releases from now on.
Check with you first, of course.
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...
It was just the days John went to see her, nothing to do with the case.
He was fond of her.
He was very fond of her.
Just tailing our man returning from the factory.
Spent about an hour there. Should be entering the flat any moment now.
Over.
OK, we have him.
Dropped his newspaper. Most action we�ve seen all day.
OK, he�s getting his keys out now.
Oh, dear. Oh, dear, he can�t get in.
Moyra! Can you let me in?
Old woman next door poking her nose in. Moyra Henson at the door now.
This is it. Watch her have a go at the nosy cow.
What you staring at? 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.
I don�t suppose you got a shot of them, you dozy bugger?
The cops have been in again.
This time they took the rest of your shoes.
I said they�d better bring them back...
or you�ll be selling paint in your stockinged feet.
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.
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 Wilkes, remember him?
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 I can take.
I have to take it, too, George.
And with you not earning... what are we going to do?
I didn�t do it! I didn�t do it!
So help me, God, I didn�t do it!
I�ll get it.
It�s those kids next door.
Yes.
Oh. Hello, Doris.
Hang on. It�s your mum. It�s a payphone.
Come on, love, you�ve got to talk to her.
Hello, Mum.
Yeah, I�m fine.
How�s your hip?
You are?
She says she�s walking with one stick, now.
Yeah, I�m sorry. Yeah, they�re talking to everyone that knows me.
Thanks, Mum. 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.
Doesn�t anybody give any messages in your place?
I booked a court, I thought you wanted a game.
Oh. Oh, I�m sorry. I forgot. It�s been a tough day.
It�s OK. Marianne phoned. She wanted to know if we could have Joey for half-term.
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 me.
Erm... listen. Thursday, Dad�s birthday.
Mum�s having a get-together. Can you come?
- Yeah, that�s fine. - Good.
So what night can I invite Tom and Joyce, and that guy King and his wife over?
King? Who�s King?
I told you. Frank King.
He�s basically a property developer.
He�s loaded, so er... Tom introduced us.
Yeah, he�s looking for a small building company...
to set up some sort of partnership.
- Oh, that�s interesting. - He could be really important to me.
So we should get him over, give him the works.
Champagne, candles.
You could do your avocado thing.
Yeah, that�s fine. No problem. Tuesday.
Hello.
Jeff. Did you swing it?
- That�s great! - Do they ever give you a break?
God, they move fast. Now... Yeah, but...
Can they do a reconstruction?
Good. OK. I�ll send the information over as soon as possible -
might tonight, if they need it.
Yeah.
Yeah, that�s really good news. Thanks. Thanks a lot, Jeff. Bye.
- Have we got any red wine? - Guess what?
I�m going to be on televisi�n.
Opportunity Knocks?
No.
Crime Night. I�m going to be the first female DCI on Crime Night.
Oh, bugger! It�s Dad�s birthday, that night.
- Can�t they change the night? - Course not. It�s live televisi�n!
I meant, your father�s birthday party.
Everything�s going to be all right.
Thank you for coming. You�re most welcome to join us back at the house.
Thank you, sir.
I�ve got to get back. Give it 15 minutes, and then get back to the station.
- All right. See you later. - Good luck with the boxing.
Good luck on the box.
I can�t say nothing about it at the moment. It�s too early.
Gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?
Please make your way to your tables. Dinner is being served!
- Felix, what are you having? - I�ve got one! See you at the table.
Right! Two large G&Ts,
large Scotch... orange juice.
Nothing for you till after the fight. Don�t worry, that Lambton�s a pushover.
- That�s not what I�ve heard. - Get your skates on.
- What are you talking about? - Use your loaf.
What I�m going to do, I�m going to get in there... As he comes towards me...
I�m afraid the bar�s closing.
- Dinner is served. - I�ll be over later.
Gonna watch that cow on Crime Night. Tenner on it she makes a cockup. Hello, guv.
- Frank, best of luck. - Right, table six. Table six!
- Where�s the corkscrew, Mum? - It�s over there. Did you set the video?
- Yes. - Peter, will you check?
Yes, 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, Mum? It�s shining on the screen.
Can you tell us, 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.
Karen Howard�s body was discovered in a bedsitter on January 15th, this year.
Now, we know where Karen was up until 6:45pm on the evening of January 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.
Then for Christ�s sake, watch it!
They�ve got a phone-in.
What if someone phones in and they saw the guy who picked her up?
The same guy I saw.
What did you have to go and pick her 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 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.
The bedsit was in the Holborn area.
You can see on the screen the street and the house where she was discovered.
Could someone have taken KAren to this place by force?
That is a possibility.
But at this stage in the investigation we can�t say for sure.
The 14th on January, to help you recall that night,
the newspaper carried the story of Tandy...
a fox terrier who�d been trapped in a manhole for more than three days.
Most newspapers carried a leading story and photograph of the recovery of Tandy.
The film you�re about to see shows a reconstruction of Karen�s last movements
after she left this building - MacDonald�s Advertising,
and said goodbye to an executive she�d been to see.
It was 630
Wearing clothes like these and carrying her portfolio, she walked towards her blur Mini,
which she�s left parked in a side street under the Westway beyond these bottle banks.
Karen was 24, 5� 8", with long, blonde hair and blue eyes.
She looks like Karen.
Not as pretty, though.
When she tried to start it the battery was flat.
This witness said he saw Karen lock the 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 programme.
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, then it stops.
Would you all shut up?
The witness who saw Karen tried to make a call here,
also directed her towards a phone booth further along Ladbroke Grove.
She was a pretty girl, wasn�t she?
That�s not the real girl. That�s someone�s dressed up as her.
They couldn�t have the real girl, woman, because she�s dead.
...when Karen reached it she discovered it was a cardphone.
Perhaps she didn�t have a card. She certainly never made the call.
What happened next?
The time is now approximately 6:45pm.
Did you go irto this pub that right?
Did you see Karer Howard by this phore box or the correr of Larcaster Road?
And the wolves howled.
And the dogs barked.
And the door of the cottage slowly creaked open.
And the old lady gestured pitifully to her granddaughter to come nearer.
��Come closer, my little one.
What a big girl you�ve grown into.
Take off your red cape.
Oh!
Oh, what big boobs! ��
��Take off your wet dress, come and warm yourself by my fire. ��
And very slowly little Red Riding Hood...
...back to mine. 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.
Get him in here. Look, our man�s on first! All right?
The old lady threw off the bedclothes,
and Red Riding Hood saw... what a long...
Toot-te-toot!
And Red Riding Hood said,
��Oh, Superintendent Kernan! ��
��It was Sergeant Otley last year and all he did was caution me! ��
Oh!
Thank you very much.
Thank you very much indeed, gentlemen.
Thank you.
In the blue corner...
Come on, sarge. Burkin�s in the ring. Somebody will have videoed this.
Last seer alive or the everirg of Jaruary 14th...
She thinks she�s Esther bloody Rantzen.
Yes
Yes, it was a particularly brutal murder.
We need witness to come forward.
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 DCI John Shefford and his family.
So, for heaven�s sake, fill the buckets. We want your money.
Come on, sarge.
- Her body was discovered - How did she swing that one, the bitch?
Ir a place that she�d rever beer to before so far as we car ascertair
Sit down! Sit down!
Sorry, guv.
- Where�s Otley? - He�s in the bar, watching ma�am on TV.
Come on, Frankie!
We�ve rot fourd any trace of Karer Howard�s hardbag
Also we wish to trace a car which was seen in that area that right but has disappeared...
Shown or the screen now is the type and colour of the car
It�s a brown Rover P63.5- Litre automatic.
Did she get permissi�n to give Marlow�s registration number?
Listen to her.
Who the hell does she think she is?
Did anyone get Marlow�s permissi�n?
Did you see Karen that night? Have you seen the missing car?
Possibly a vital lirk ir the killirg
Remember your calls will be treated with confidentiality.
And if you did see Karer or the right of the 14th
Your lad�s in the ring for Shefford.
Turn that bloody programme off!
We simply ask for your help.
Turn it off!
If you have any information that can give us...
- How did she get on, guv? - I reckon she cooked her goose!
- No, really? - Really!
How did she get on?
- Oi, I�ll take those. - Seconds away, round three.
Come on, Frankie.
- Hey, ref! - Not fair!
Four, five, six,
seven, eight,
nine, ten!
# Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you
# Happy birthday, dear Dad
# Happy birthday to you
I made it! I made it. Oh!
- Hi. - Hi.
- How was I? Was I OK? - It was very good, love.
Oh, you were lovely, darling.
- Are you going to have something to eat? - Yeah.
Give my daughter a glass.
- It was good. Really good. - Hi, Tony. Are the kids in bed and asleep?
- They�re fine, yeah. - Well, cheers, anyway.
It�s all right, officer, I�m not driving tonight.
- Can we see it? - Oh, yeah. Yeah.
- Did I look like I had too much make-up on? - No.
- You looked fine. - My hands were shaking. I was so nervous.
It didn�t show.
I didn�t expect you home so soon. I thought you�d have to do the phone-in.
- No. I got the lads to deal with that. - You never drink and drive.
Drink, yes, and I...
- Is this the tape? - Er... I�ll roll it on.
Once I�ve had this baby, you�re going to do all the driving from then on.
- Mum, who set this tape up? - Well, don�t look at me, dear.
Dad. You�ve recorded the bloody ice-skating!
- It�s all right. I�ve recorded it at home. - I wanted to watch it, for Christ�s sake!
Where�s my bleeper? Where�s my bleeper?
Bleeper. Where�s my bleeper?
- Jane, just calm down, It�s... - I�ve got to make a phone call.
Maybe you should blow out the candles.
Maureen? Yeah, I�m listening.
I�ve got one here about Karen HowAnd. It sounds like a goodie.
She�s on line four. Can someone take line four?
- I can take it over here, Sandra. - Mark.
Hello? Hello, is that Helen Masters?
Hello, Miss Masters.
You say that you think you saw Karen HowAnd in Ladbroke Grove, is that right?
Helen Masters?
We�re waiting for your calls. All the lines are open. The number is 0716374000.
It�s up to you Call us We�ll see you back here at 1145
# Crime Night theme tune
- You were very good. - Just a minute.
- You�re not going to show it all again? - It�s very important.
I mean, anything you do is important, anything anyone else doesn�t? Is that right?
I just want to watch a bit in the middle.
I have to be on site at six o�clock in the morning.
What?
Oh, I�m sorry. I know I must be hell to live with now, but, you know,
I�ve waited a long time for this.
Oh, this is the reconstruction.
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Can I ask you something?
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.
Then you have to go to her mother and her father and tell them that that life is over.
It�s finished.
Awful expressi�n in their eyes.
And 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 er?
Marlow.
George... Arthur Marlow.
Oh...
Yes?
Is she legit?
OK. Oh, yes.
Tonight. Now.
Oh, Peter.
I think I�ve got him.
A witness called in, a probation officer. She said 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 line-up.
- 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? - Oh, I�m not.
And if she picks him out of the line-up tomorrow...
I�ve got him. Witness says he called out Karen�s name. He knew her.
Mind your head.
I was coming from Ladbroke Grove tube station. 14th January, 6:45pm.
I know the exact time because I checked my watch.
I was going to meet a girl who�s at the halfway house in Hammersmith, in a caf�.
6:45?
Karen, the girl who was murdered...
You see, the TV film jogged my memory.
I�d seen her face and photographs in the newspapers,
but it never made any real impressi�n.
The girl I was meeting was blonde, 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, 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. Miss Masters, if you would like to come with me?
Would you all please hold your numbers in front of you? Thank you.
Erm... Can you ask them to show their left profiles, please?
Can you all turn to face your right?
Can you ask No.6 to say Karen?
Face front again, please.
No.6, step forward and clearly call out the name Karen.
Karen
You see, I�m not sure.
No.10?
No.10, step forward and call out the name Karen.
- Karen - Louder.
Karen
- Can I take a closer look? - Sure.
Ask him to say Karen.
Karen.
She picked out DC Caplan�s brother.
Only dropping him off at the station, they roped him in.
He�s a tax inspector.
Thank you very much, Miss Masters, for your cooperation.
Hello, Mum.
I hope you feel really stupid.
This could ruin your chance of being taken back into university.
I can�t think what were you doing!
Excuse me Sir... It�s Arnold Apcher, isn�t it?
Are you representing George Marlow?
Could you spare a few seconds to talk about the case ?
Can you spare some time to talk about the case?
- I�m sorry I�m late. - Inspector Tennison, I�m from The Express.
Excuse me, Inspector?
That�s right, go on and ignore me, Inspector Tennison!
but you�re making my life a misery.
Not now, George. Just go on out to the car.
I know you�ve got people watching me. Just tell me why. Why are you doing this?
This is harassment. Have you got something personal against me?
Peter Morris from The Express. Mr Marlow, have you got a quote for me?
Yes, I have. They brought me in here at 4am. No apologies, no nothing!
That�s enough, George. Come on.
Keeping you up, Frank?
Sorry, ma�am. Got a bit of a headache.
- I hear you won last night. - I did, as it happens. It was...
Guv�nor, the Super wants a word. It�s about Marlow�s car.
He�s got his brief with him screaming about infringement of privacy.
That�s a load of rubbish. Tell him you can�t find me.
He says Marlow�s car was not officially reported stolen.
What?
Oh, my God!
- DCI Tennison�s office. - I don�t believe it. Are you sure?
- One moment. Super wants to see you ASAP. - I went through all stolen vehicles.
13th, 14th, and the 15th of January. Marlow�s car is not reported.
Shit!
- About the George Marlow rape case. - In a minute.
You and I both know vehicle theft reports can be flung all over the place.
- Yep. - Who�s that for? Is that for me?
- DC Jones is waiting. - Tell him I�m on my way.
Go back to the main desk and check again.
Coffee may have been spilt on it, it may have been put back under a wrong name.
Know what I mean? Understand?
Oh, right, right. I�ll sort it out.
Right, Maureen. Rape victim, what about her?
She was referred to as Miss X throughout the case. Her name never got in the papers.
But It�s Miss Pauline Gilling.
She�s had counselling, and they�re saying to start asking questions after two years
will only aggravate the situation.
Tell the Super you�ve tracked me down to the paint factory
and I won�t be back for at least an hour.
- Is Jonesy out the front or back? - He�s out front.
It was sort of insinuated to leave Miss Gilling out.
She�s had a nervous breakdown.
Could be in line for one myself. How bad is she?
If you want a direct quote, ��Her lift doesn�t go to the top floor. ��
I can try them again, if you like.
That�s all right. Saves me a schlep up to Rochdale.
Thanks!
Of course he was found guilty but...
But?
I�ll be honest with you. George has always been a bit of a lad.
A lot of the girls here know him.
Good-looking bloke.
I always got along with him. Always found him good-humoured.
- Never known him to be moody. - Not even when he was in trouble?
He was more distressed about that.
I was in court, gave him a character reference.
Are you saying you don�t believe he was guilty?
As I said, George is a bit of a lad.
girls always coming on to him.
So, did Mr Marlow always work from London?
George joined the firm in Manchester. We moved our headquarters down here in �82.
George moved to London �83-�84.
But he kept his old roots up north.
Had the contacts, you see.
- And I suppose they had friends and... - They?
You mean Marlow didn�t always travel alone?
His wife always went along on his trips with him.
Tell me, erm... how far back do your records go?
�84. We�ve had a new system installed since then, but we�ve got all the records.
Hotel bills, petrol bills? Things like that?
Yeah.
Could I have a look at those records, please?
George Marlow is still our prime suspect.
But... we have not one piece of evidence to put him in that bedsitter.
Not a single witness who saw him with either Della or Karen.
And there is no mention of him being known by Della in her diary.
But if he did know her, if he killed her before he killed Karen...
...then he knew her bedsitter was empty.
He could have had a set of keys because her handbag was found in the room, but no keys.
We�ve got a good selection still coming in after your telly announcement, ma�am.
Possible Karen Howard handbags. Blue ones, green ones, big ones, little ones.
Why not get her flatmate in? Check them over.
- That would save time, wouldn�t it? - Oooh!
Right, the good news is I�m going home and Sergeant Otley will now give you the bad.
She�s cancelled all weekend leave.
Oh, no.
Apart from her own.
We�ve gotta check through all that rubbish from the factory. And It�s a lot.
They virtually computerised their salesmen�s bowel movements! Get at it.
Bleeding waste of time - taking good men off the streets.
They�ve been on the streets and so far we�ve got nothing.
Now she wants to dig up any unsolved murder cases
in and around George Marlow�s stopovers.
He covered the Manchester area, Rochdale, Burnley, Warrington, Oldham.
And I�ve okayed it, so cool off.
Unless there�s good reason to kick her off this case, she stays put.
It�s because she�s a woman, isn�t it?
If a bloke, any of our lot, had done that cock-up on telly,
Marlow�s friggin� registration number and no stolen car report, eh?
It was in Records filed under the wrong name.
Come on!
It was a busy night.
She�s off the hook and so am I.
A word of advice - make it your business to get on with her.
- That an order? - Yes.
Thanks for the drink, and good night.
Maureen, do me a favour.
If you get anything in from Oldham, slip it to me. Would you?
- OK, skipper. Good night. - Night.
So how many are you having?
Six, including us. I don�t know them, but they could be partners for Peter.
You know, his business isn�t doing too good.
You doing starters?
Yeah, I�ll whack open a few avocados. But I don�t know to do about the main course.
I�ll tell you an easy one. Fresh pasta, cream, some seasoning, smoked salmon.
Fresh fruit and cheese to follow, OK?
- Are any of them vegetarians? - I don�t know.
Peter? Are any of your friends vegetarians?
"George Marlow opened his heart to our reporter.
He wept, saying he was innocent...
and the police have continued to make his life a misery."
- There�s even a photograph of you. - Hey!
It�s the dragon lady! "This is the woman detective...
in charge of the investigation.
To date, her only words have been "No comment."
You should be home with me, mate."
What are you doing?
My God, they�ve got pictures of our surveillance lads!
"George Marlow states he is been hounded by an obsessive woman."
It�s not funny.
- I was reading it for Pam. - It�s not funny!
I mean, this blows it for any line-ups. They�ve even got his picture in the paper.
I think I�d better go.
# When you walk through a storm
# Hold your head up high
# And don�t be afraid of the dark
# At the end of a storm
# There�s a golden sky
# And the sweet silver song of a lark
# Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain
# Though your dreams be tossed and blown
# Walk on, walk on
You always liked the old ones.
I used to love that Elvis medley I used to do.
- Go on. - Remember that?
# Love me tender, love me true
# All my dreams fulfil
# For, my darling
# I love you
# And I always will
That was your dad�s favourite.
I don�t know what he would think about this.
What did you give them this photo for? I hated that school.
Your dad would turn in his grave.
Now, Mum, don�t.
Don�t cry.
I reckon they�ll lay off me for now. I�ve got good references.
I�ll get a new job. Things�ll take a turn for the better.
I�m innocent, Mum.
I had to speak to them.
All right! Which pocket�s got a present in it?
Oh...
Ah-ah-ah! You�ve got to give me a song now. You�ve got to promise me a song. Yeah?
# Why am I always the bridesmaid
# Never the blushing bride?
# Ding-dong, wedding bells
# Always ring for other girls
# But some fine day
# Oh, let it be soon
# I shall wake up in the morning on my own honeymoon
# Why am I always the bridesmaid
# Never the blushing bride?
# Ding-dong, wedding bells
# Always ring for other girls
# But some fine day
# Oh, let it be soon
# I will wake up in the morning
# on my own honeymoon...
Every time you come back from her you sing those stupid songs.
That was a marriage proposal, Moyra Henson.
I reckon It's about time I made an honest woman of you.
Not if your mother has anything to say about it.
I was never good enough for you.
I notice she gave the papers that
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school photo of you in the posh uniform.
Yeah.
Did I ever tell you about...
How beautiful she looked at the prize-giving?
How the lads said she looked like a star?
- Yes, you tell me. - Yeah.
But I never told you about after.
After the prize-giving.
I don't know why you go on about it.
You were only at that school two minutes.
All the lads were giving her wolf whistles from the dormitories.
I was walking me mum and dad to the gates.
Mum was being coy, waving to the lads.
She didn't want them to know we didn't have a car
and we were going to catch the bus.
Just as we got to the gates
the lads, they all saw it.
The wind blew her wig off.
You're kidding me? Blew her wig off?
- It wasn't funny, Moyra. - I'm sorry.
My dad ran down the road to try and get it back.
Mum just stood there. I didn't know she had no hair.
Well... Dad tried to help her put it back on but he got the parting all wrong.
Underneath all that glamour she was... ugly.
Like she was someone I never knew.
Did all the kids see it?
Did she ever mention it again?
I've never said anything... but
It's always been obvious to me. I mean...
I just thought it was old age.
How long has she been bald then?
I don't know. She never mentions it.
She still pretends,
always telling me she needs a good shampoo and trim.
Just goes to show you, the Rita Hayworth of Warrington
was really Yul Brynner in disguise.
Did you really mean it about getting married?
I love you, Moyra... I love you, Moyra Henson.
What do you say?
I'll think about it.
DI Mansell to interview room 4C.
Shit.
Yeah.
All right, we've all seen it.
We've all read it. I reckon it's not just me left with egg on my face.
It makes our surveillance lads look like a load of wallies.
Any word on what their readers' survey came up with, ma'am?
For or against female DCis on Homicide?
Oh, you're a biased load of old chauvinists.
And there's thousands more like you.
You could always get a job in pantomime.
- You shit!
It wasn't me, it was Frank.
Sorry to interrupt. You're wanted upstairs, top floor.
Oh, well, it's coming down faster than I gave them credit for.
- See you later. - Right.
Right, now you've all had a jolly good laugh,
get your brains into this lot.
I want it all on the computer so we can cross-reference.
Check any murders that took place
when Marlow was in the vicinity, all right?
- You wanted anything from Oldham. - Oh, thanks, love.
All right, settle down. I don't like this any more than you do.
Got any better ideas, sarge?
I love you. You know I love you.
I wouldn't... I wouldn't two-time on you.
Look, this...
Right, what are you having? I'm buying.
- Cheers. - Thanks.
That's the good news.
But they're taking legitimate surveillance off Marlow.
Shit.
So I'm looking for four volunteers.
Excuse me.
And you're one.
No, no, no. I was going for a slash.
- No, no, no. - Tie a knot in it.
And you're two.
Who, me?
Yeah, come on, surveillance you know is a piece of piss.
- Come on, boys. - Number three.
- Yeah, all right. - Good.
- And Paul, OK? - Right.
Good.
OK. Mine's a large G&T, thanks.
Orange juice, Sherlock?
Get some crisps.
How'd it go? Was it all right?
Well, unless I come up with something soon...
I'm off the case.
He's never given an inch.
Mind your back, Maureen.
Help yourselves.
Cheers.
- Thank you. - There you go.
- What's this? - Skipper coughed up.
Go, go, go.
Cheers, skipper.
Cheers.
Oh, well, cheers, anyway.
Next round.
Look, why don't you lot go home and recharge your batteries?
Anyone for another drink?
Leave off. I've had enough liquid for one day.
I'm off. My wife's mother's down.
She's gonna be up all night.
She makes more trips to the loo than a plumber.
Let's go for a Chinese. You're working too hard.
Why not?
- Eat in or takeaway. - Takeaway.
We've got cases to be looked into.
Oldham, Southport and we're checking another in Warrington.
Ma'am?
Sorry?
Do you want checking out the cases?
Just use anyone who's been cooped up here all day.
- They'll need it. - OK.
I'll take Oldham.
Muddyman, Lillie, Rosper's on Marlow.
That leaves er... Southport. Will you take Southport?
Er... yeah. Yeah, pin it up.
Right.
You'll be able to retire on your overtime, love.
- Good night. - Night.
Come on, boss. Why don't you take a rest, too?
I've got more to lose, Maureen.
You know, we've only got three possibles out of...
God, I've lost track of how many.
What's with Oldham?
He got relatives up there?
- What? - Oldham.
Sergeant Otley asked for their files.
I see he's going up there tomorrow.
All right if I go home now?
- Er... yeah, sure. - Night.
Good night.
- Good night. - Night.
MANCHESTER CITY POLICE
DI JOHN SHEFFORD DCI F. G. NEAL
INVESTIGATING OFFICERS: DCI F. G. NEAL DI MORRELL
END
Listen, I'm sorry I was so late last night.
I'll be home early tonight to set everything up for that dinner.
I'm doing pasta with salmon and cream, OK?
Yeah, fine by me.
What about these? Do you think these will soften up by tonight?
Prawns and mayonnaise. Oh, mayonnaise. Mayonnaise, must not forget the mayonnaise.
Mayonnaise.
OK, I've got to rush off now. Give us a kiss.
If anyone calls me, I'll be in Oldham, OK? Oldham.
Right, Oldham.
Oh, God!
It's my damn bleeper. Hold that.
Mind yourself.
Welcome to Manchester. Have a good journey, Inspector?
I'm DC Jones, actually. This is Chief Inspector Tennison.
Good morning.
The factory closed down in 1984,
then the tarts started bringing customers here.
I think some of them still do.
We got the phone call at 4:00 in the morning.
Some tramp had gone in to doss down for the night.
This is where they used to do the dipping.
The whole place used to be full of big vats.
They'd hang the parts to dry up on these.
Jeannie Sharpe was over there.
Hands tied behind her back?
Face down, head towards us.
She'd been savagely beaten.
Her face was a real mess.
She was naked up top.
Found her shirt outside and her coat in here.
It's a nasty place to finish up.
These tarts bringing their blokes in here.
Bloody well asking for it.
She was 21 years old, sergeant.
These friends of hers you want to talk to,
"slags" isn't the word for them.
Excuse me.
We clean the streets up and back they come like rodents.
Oh, sorry!
Anyway,
we're all together just coming out of the pub.
It's like our local, you know.
Cheers. We'd had a few.
Well, I hadn't. I were on antibiotics.
You can't drink on them, it stops them working.
Yeah, all right, Linda.
Anyway, you know where the pub is?
- No. - It's right on a corner
and he were parked opposite.
Can you tell me what kind of car it was?
It were dark.
I suppose t'car were dark and all.
But it had a lot of shiny chrome on the front, you know.
Like a sort of bar stuck out with badges and stuff.
- He called out. - He called out?
So did he know her name?
I don't think it were her name. I think it were, "How much, slag?"
I said to her, hadn't she had enough for one night?
Yeah, but she was saving up. She wanted to emigrate.
That's right.
Anyway, sorry... So, you saw Jeannie cross the road.
Did you see her get into the car?
- Yeah, she got in. - I looked over, you know, to see.
But he was sort of turning, you know, like this.
You didn't see his face?
I saw the back of his head.
We never saw her again.
She had no-one even to bury her.
We had a whip-round.
Do you fancy a drink?
You don't mind being seen drinking with us, then?
Come on.
That's me and that's Jeannie.
- She was pretty. - She was lovely looking.
Suits you blonde.
I've gone back to the natural look, cost of hairdressing now.
They set you back 25 quid for streaks!
You know, we used to get cut price at our local, but they've gone unisex.
I can't stand having my hair done with a man sat next to me, can you?
All right, Lind?
I've got 15 minutes. The van's outside.
I'm busy right now.
Sod off.
Cop.
Oh, cheers.
The barman says you missed the London Express.
There's one at 4:20.
Cutting it fine. I've got a dinner party.
So, do you recognise that man?
He's a bit tasty, isn't he?
What do you reckon?
He had dark hair.
You thought he had a beard.
Beard? You never mentioned it in your statement.
She couldn't get out the nick fast enough. They're bastards.
And I'll tell you something for nothing.
They never gave a shit about Jeannie.
We're rubbish till they want a jerk-off.
And that big geezer that was doing the investigation...
Him... I'm not saying any names, but...
Well, I will! John Shefford.
They got rid of him faster than a fart.
Didn't they?
Why was that?
I reckon they found out about him and Jeannie.
I mean, the next thing we knew
he's on his bike, gone to London, the bastard!
But aren't all men?
I mean, we've got four kids between us, you know.
Jeannie never stood a chance.
Her foster dad was screwing her when she was seven.
She was out on the streets at 14.
And that Shefford... he used to tell her he'd take care of her.
Well, he never found out who killed her.
And if you ask me, he never even tried.
She was strung up like a piece of meat hanging from a hook.
What?
How do you know that?
Well, the dosser who found her, he told me.
Er... this man, do you know his name?
He's dead, years back.
But he told me she was strung up by her arms...
on a hook.
Have you got a cigarette?
No, no, no. Frank knows the restaurant. He'll meet us there.
Yeah. Yeah, about ten minutes.
Bye.
- Do you know what time it is? - Yes. I'm sorry. I missed the fast train.
Forget it.
I cancelled dinner when you weren't here by seven o'clock.
We're eating out.
You look knackered. You should go to bed.
- But I've got all the food. - Just forget it.
- Oh, Peter, I'm sorry. - So am I, Jane.
Just once I wanted you to do something for me.
I mean, this is important to me.
My business is going down the tubes.
I have to go.
Don't you want me to come with you?
- No, I don't! - Well, thanks a lot.
You know, I broke my neck trying to get here.
It's always you, isn't it, Jane ?
You, you, you. You don't care about anything else.
No, I'm wrong.
You care.
You care about your lads,
you care about your rapists and your tarts.
Well, I've had it up to here.
Oh, well...
I won't wait up, then.
Yeah, make a joke of it.
It's all right. It's for me.
Did it go all right last night?
Yeah, fine.
You'd better answer that... because if it rings again
I'll pull it off the wall.
All this because I didn't cook dinner?
Jonesy, I will be down in one minute. Just wait.
Look, can we talk about this tonight?
You think we have something to talk about?
Of course we do.
Well, what time do you get back?
I don't know.
Look, this is a very big case for me. My career is on the line.
Fine.
So I'll er... see you when I see you.
You'd better go.
If that's for me, I've gone.
Hello.
No, she's not here at the moment. Can I take a message?
Hello? Hello?
You can tell those rude bastards
at your place I'm not an answering service.
I live here.
I'll see you tonight.
Still no trace of Marlow's car.
- Are you OK? - I want that bloody car found!
Trouble at home?
I got all of your shopping OK, didn't I?
Yeah.
My wife gave me an earful last night.
Dinner was a congealed cement mix.
At least when you get home, you get your dinner cooked.
I get home, I have to cook it myself.
God, the shit's going to hit the fan this morning.
Have you got an aspirin?
John Shefford was having a sexual relationship with the murdered girl.
He says a pack of lies, if John was alive...
Yeah but he's not.
He's dead, and you're still covering up for him.
One of Jeannie Sharpe's friends in Oldham told me...
that when her body was found it wasn't lying on the ground...
as had been previously reported,
but hanging up, she was strung up from a hook.
Now, somebody took that body down.
You can see from morgue photographs the bruises on her upper arms.
Did you get this in a statement made by the man who found her?
Be tough, he's been dead for years.
And going on the word of a tart six years later is a joke.
Is it?
Now, you specifically requested that Oldham case.
You wanted to go up there because you knew Shefford was involved.
- Another lie. - I've got two options.
One is to consider some ulterior motive for these cover-ups,
or else it's a case of "What's one dead prostitute? "
If high-ranking officers want to screw around...
- Come on. A lot of the lads fraternise with... - Fraternise? Fraternise? Christ!
Della Mornay was an informer.
She was also a known prostitute picked up and charged by John Shefford
- when he was attach to Vice. - That's enough.
What a perfect squad to put him on.
I don't have any details about any previous case up north.
I just wanted to check it out.
There was no ulterior motive.
So, what about Southport? Did you come up with anything from there?
We're still checking over the evidence.
Well, you'd better get on with it.
I'll be in the incident room.
I worked with a good bloke in Hornchurch.
Detective Sergeant Amson. Terence Amson.
That's the deal, is it?
George Marlow spent 18 months inside.
All of these cases were either before or after he was in jail.
He's still my only suspect for both cases
and now, very possibly, Jeannie Sharpe, too.
I think we've got a serial killer.
Jane, this is your mother. Pam's had a girl.
She's 8lbs 7 ozs and she's beautiful...
She was rushed into St Stephen's yesterday morning.
You can go and visit any time as she's in a private ward.
Well, that's the news so...
goodbye, then. And...
Oh, give my love to Peter.
The one with the black hair and that white suit.
Oh, he's mental, that bloke.
Vic Reeves. Vic Reeves Big Night Out.
I don't think it's funny, though, really.
Morning, fellas!
Morning.
Are you going to do the whole block or just the garages?
Er... just this lot as far as we know, yeah.
Cos these aren't for residents, you know.
Council rents them out at cost.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah. Leave your car out round here and they call it Radio One.
It means you had one when you parked it.
I had one. It was nicked.
Your car was nicked?
Yeah, Rover P6, 3.5, automatic.
Nearly 20 years old, collector's item, you know.
- Did you leave it out? - Yeah.
Bodywork must've rusted up.
A bit of filler here and there.
Suppose some kids nicked it for a joyride.
Yeah.
Be stripped by now.
I had all my Royal Automobile Club emblems
on a bar at the front.
Ah, well...
I'm in the paint business.
This is typical of the council!
Do you mind if I borrow your brush, see how it goes on?
Cheers.
Work out, do you?
- Yeah. - Look as if you do.
Which gym do you use?
Golds.
Oh, yeah?
This is rubbish.
It'll be like the Forth Bridge.
When you finish, you'll have to start again.
It'll all blister up.
Hello.
Look, I reckon we got off on the wrong foot.
So I'm just going for a drink. Would you like one?
Has Super spoken to you?
No. I...
I really didn't know about John's spot of trouble in Oldham, you know.
Yes, you did.
Look, I'm sorry, Bill. You're off the case.
And I want the name of every officer on my team...
taking sexual favours from prostitutes.
Hello, Terry. It's good to see you.
And you. How're you doing?
I think I'm doing OK.
- Where are we going? - The Scrubs.
Reg McKinney served time with Marlow in Durham.
He was picked up a few weeks ago for breaking and entering.
He's got one previous GBH,
eight years, '68 to '76.
He's been in and out of nick since.
Mostly small-time.
I was asking you where you met Marlow again.
Oh, yeah. Kilburn.
He drove me back to my place.
It's a bit of a schlep.
I offered to get the tube,
but he said it was OK as he had a lock-up.
- Lock-up? - He wanted to do some work on his motor.
What do you mean? Like a garage?
I don't no.
The car was like an obsessi�n with him.
He mention where that lock-up garage was?
No.
I've got a terrible headache.
There's a call for DCI Tennison.
He said it's urgent.
Never mind your headache, Reg.
Are you sure he never told you where that lock-up garage was?
Yeah.
- Two more check out. - Yeah?
Yeah. The girl in Warrington and the one in Southport have...
what look like identical marks on their arms.
DC Jones.
lt's Jane Tennison. We're on our way to Marlow's flat, Kilburn.
OK Guv, we've got the search warrart...
He's got a lock-up. Some kind of garage where he stashes his car.
Look for keys, anything that might fit that kind of place.
Get his bloody floorboards up if necessary.
Now approaching the Harrow Road flyover.
We're coming off now.
Should be at Marlow's flat in a couple of minutes.
This guy claims he can do sets with �3.50.
"Oh, yeah?" he says. "Well, here's a tenner says you can't."
Oh, hello. Something's up.
- I don't believe this. - Open up!
- Open up! Come on! - What are they after, then?
Me.
I'd better get up there. Ta-ra.
We have a search warrant for these premises.
Oh, God. Let me see it.
Hello!
- When was this issued? - 11:30 this morning.
You want me?
I want that carpet put back!
The hardboard round the back.
Front door, back door, window locks, Yale lock.
Car keys. Boot, ignition.
Same on Henson's key ring, but no garage keys.
Took all the keys. Damn.
Why don't you just tell me what you're looking for?
Come on, George! Why don't you tell us?
You know what we're looking for.
Yes, I know. You've been talking to the neighbours.
Look, I park my car outside. I don't have a garage.
You don't always park your car outside. We know that you do have a garage.
When it's not parked outside, it's because I'm away on business.
I drive... Correction, used to!
Look, instead of all this, why don't you try and find my car?
We know that you've got a lock-up.
Oh, I've got a lock-up now, have I? A lock-up?
Look, I park my car at the back of the flats...
Nowhere else. How many more times?
We've got a witness.
Not that old bat from next door?
No. It's a friend of yours.
What friend?
I haven't got any left because of you crowd.
Reginald McKinney.
You must be desperate.
Reg McKinney?
You must be out of your mind.
He contacted me when he got out of prison.
He hit me for 50 quid!
He's a known nutter!
Take a look at his record.
He's been in and out of institutions since he was a kid.
Reg McKinney, a friend of mine? Come on, please!
Look, I haven't got a lock-up, and I haven't got a garage.
If I had, maybe my car wouldn't have been nicked.
And that's the truth.
Wait a minute. I'll give you a bowl.
I want everything put back as it was.
Cups on the left, saucers, plates, side plates, glasses.
Oh, God. I don't believe it.
Look at this place! It's a complete mess.
So, Terence, now you've met him face to face, what do you think?
What do I really think?
I think, if he's lying, he's the best I've ever come across.
The best.
Yeah.
First time tonight I've got doubts.
It's just here on the right.
So what do you think about John Shefford?
As a suspect?
He was a crack officier.
He was also in the vicinity
for Karen, Della and Jeannie Sharpe.
Yeah.
So we've got to check him out.
We've got to check him out on the two murders that just came in.
Yeah, I know.
But I'm gonna say something you're not gonna like.
Watch it.
I know, I know.
There's only so far I'm prepared to go with this.
I don't like this any more than you do.
But we've got to check him out.
Just keep quiet about it.
So you pull Shefford's record sheets...
first thing in the morning. OK?
Yeah.
You've had Sergeant Amson asking for John Shefford's record sheets.
Are you that desperate, you want to make DCI Shefford a suspect?
Look, sir, only Sergeant Amson was...
is privy to my personal suspicions...
and until I have verification...
I'm bloody giving it to you! Back off.
If you had one viable piece of evidence against Shefford,...
you should have brought it to me.
I checked out the Jeannie Sharpe case.
John Shefford was not the first man at the scene of the crime.
If the body was moved...
then it must have been done without his knowledge.
Don't harp back about the diary,
cos that's sorted and Otley's paid for it.
Don't try and do my job, Inspector.
Sir, we've had two new cases, one in Warrington, one in Southport.
One of the girls had extensive bruises to her upper arms.
George Marlow was in the vicinity for both.
And Shefford wasn't.
Because I checked.
I am sorry, sir, but under the circumstances...
Under the circumstances, I am bringing in DCI Hickock.
Sir, you cannot replace me.
Not now, not at at this stage... - What
of the investigation. - ... stage?
You've got nothing.
Wasting your time running around the countryside,
trying to rake up dirt on one of the best officers
I have ever worked with.
You want some advice?
Put in for a transfer.
I want you off the Marlow case.
I want everything that went down at Marlow's flat
on my desk this afternoon.
Yes, sir.
Terence!
Can I have a word?
We've got another one. Blackburn, 1987.
That makes it almost one a year, apart from the time Marlow was in jail.
Oakhill and Haskins are over at Marlow's.
The rest are mustered, apart from these three.
- What's this? - Otley coughed up.
These are the blokes that are fooling around with the toms.
They'll be with the Chief in the next five minutes.
And then join us in the incident room.
Right.
Let's get started.
Get as much as we can in before lunch, eh?
Did the Chief say anything about Shefford?
No.
But he is in the clear on all the new cases.
He may have done a surface job
on the Jeannie Sharpe murder,
but then he wasn't DCI on the case, was he?
So we can't put it all down to him, can we?
- I'm glad. - Yeah?
Really, I am,
even though it's got me right in it.
As a matter of interest,
did you know that the Chief and Shefford were like that?
They played golf together every weekend.
No, not at Sunningdale.
Kernan was Shefford's guvnor when they were on Vice together.
Oh, God.
Guv.
Sorry I'm late, but I've been upstairs.
Can I have a bit of hush, please!
Right, I've not exactly had the "You've got 24 hours" scene... but
I've had my knuckles rapped for off-duty leg-overs.
She's got eyes in the back of her head, that bird.
Hey, hey, what happens?
I got a result. I got a warning.
Listen, there's a rumour Hickock's taking over.
- He's in, she's out. - Hickock's taking over.
Aw, no! Hickock's taking over. She's out, he's in.
- She got him off. - She's being changed?
- Andy. - What's going on?
I'll tell you later, all right?
So, now I want to go right back to the beginning.
Just... start again.
I mean, maybe we're just missing one thing, one little thing.
It's gonna whack us right between the eyes this morning.
OK. Right, Sergeant.
OK, lights.
Karen Howard.
Please note the marks to her upper arms.
Look at the way the rope has been tied around her wrists.
Now we come to our second victim, Della Mornay,
who was killed approximately six weeks prior to Karen.
Yeah, looks like the foxes had a go at her.
But look at her upper arms.
Almost identical marks.
Now we come to Jeannie Sharpe.
We've had this photograph blown up because you'll see
to the left here
faint, but similar, marks.
And the fourth girl. Muddyman, you ready?
Yeah.
The fourth possible victim is Angela Simpson.
Jonesy, the video.
Her family sent us this video.
The victim was found in 1986, knifed in a local public park.
Angela was a hairdresser, well-liked, about to get married.
Now, George Marlow was found staying in the vicinity at a local B&B,
50 yards from the park gates and the area the body was discovered.
Phil?
No marks to the upper arms, but
the rope, the way the hands are tied
was exactly the same as in victims one and two.
Have you tracked down the origins of that rope?
It's a perfectly ordinary rope. You can buy it anywhere.
So there's no lead on the rope, sarge. Geddit?
- Frankie. - Fifth victim.
Sharon Reid.
Now, she worked part-time at a local beauty salon.
The owner of the beauty salon said she left on the day of her death
at 2:45pm.
Phil?
She wasn't found until 6:45pm that night.
Yes?
Beans, sausage, chips and a few onion rings, please.
Chicken, chips and beans, love.
What about the old one, the last one that came in... Ellen Harding?
She had the same rope marks.
Oh, come on! Give us a few more chips, will you?!
Yeah, but they've not all got clamp marks.
- All right, Jane? - All right?
- What have you got, gorgeous? - Look on the board!
Come on, Burkin.
Marlow was in the vicinity of all six girls.
That's good enough for me.
I've been watching him for weeks, right? He's a really friendly bloke.
He chats to us every day.
Just because he was in an area...
it doesn't mean to say he's done every homicide since 1984.
Any money you want,
take any salesman from the northern area,
one that's done the northern circuits
like Marlow, you'll find a corpse, right?
Now, if you ask me what this morning's film show was about,
is that there's too many tarts being knocked off and no suspects.
He reckons Marlow's not our man.
All I said was he seems like an OK bloke.
And maybe from the word go, we've been wrong.
- OK, I don't think he did it. - He's got his opinion.
We'll find that bastard's lock-up.
Will DCI Tennison
He lied about that.
to the main administration desk.
DCI Tennison to the main administration desk, please.
Sounds like the boss has got the big boys pulling the rug on her.
Coffee all round?
- Please. Cheers. - I'll get 'em.
Lillie, coffees.
- It was his turn anyway. - Too right.
DCI Tennison, please report to the main administration desk.
Well?
The Super's in with the Commander and a big red-headed bloke.
Hickock.
You're being bing-bonged all over the station.
Am I?
Well, they're just gonna have to find me, aren't they?
So, we've got six victims.
No set pattern, no obvious connection between them.
They don't look alike, they're not the same ages,
they're not in the same professi�n,
they haven't been killed in the same manner.
I don't know. Maybe I've got it wrong.
But George Marlow was in the vicinity for all six.
In the case of Karen, we've got a witness that states...
she heard a man call out her name.
It's the same with... Jeannie.
The other one, the little one, Angela, now, she was killed in daylight.
It's some distance from the shrubbery to the pathway.
Unless someone knew her name,
called out her name for her to come across...
The other one, the one that was raped... Pauline Gilling.
- Gilling. - Pauline Gilling.
She said that she heard Marlow call out her name.
He knew her name.
So we've got two toms.
We got a hairdresser, we got a schoolgirl.
How did he know their names, if he knew them?
Boss... I think...
I mean, it may be off the wall.
Listen, my love. I'm right up against it. What have you got?
Well, I did a bit of checking.
You see, it all sort of falls down with Gilling.
She was the florist.
But with the others, there is a link. It was mentioned once.
You mean with Marlow?
No, it's not to Marlow. It's to his wife.
Can I have a bit of hush, please?
Moyra, Marlow's common-law wife,
when she was brought in for questioning,
on her statement, she put herself down as unemployed.
Yeah? Quiet, please!
She was brought in for prostitution 15 years ago...
and there's no further record, but...
And this is the link, apart from the florist lady.
On the old charge sheet, Moyra Henson...
stated she was a trainee beautician, freelance.
They do hair, some work in salons, beauty parlours.
When Moyra travelled around the north with Marlow,
she could've done some work, and Marlow met the girls that way.
Yes! Good on you, Maureen!
Guv, I've checked on Marlow's past addresses.
They lived in Maida Vale/Kilburn for three years.
Before that, they had a council flat in Somers own...
which is not far from St Pancras.
Now, Marlow had the same car for 12 years.
- The brown Rover. - Right.
What if he had a lock-up close to his previous address?
You know those garages we're doing up?
Marlow said he'd been after one,
but they're leased out privately by the council.
Maybe he kept the old garage as he couldn't get one in Kilburn.
Boss, you're wanted upstairs. You here or not?
No, I'm not! Let's go get that hard-nosed cow.
Erm, no, no, no, she's not.
She hasn't been here for at least half an hour. Try the pub.
What's the matter with you? What are you looking' at?
- Come on. - Don't touch me!
Excuse me.
I'm sorry. I...
I don't understand. Don't you want me as well?
No. Not tonight, George.
She's in 4C. Everyone's ready.
Yeah? Well, I'm not.
- Has the Super gone yet? - Yeah.
Wish me luck.
I'm still waiting on that information about Karen Howard.
What's that?
You asked me for some photographs model photographs taken over the past year.
Yeah, right.
Her mother's gonna send them over by courier.
How are we? All right?
Got everything? Cigarettes? Lighter?
Go on.
Now, you were brought into the station on 17 January this year.
Is that correct?
If you say so.
And er... is this your statement?
Yessss.
In it, you state that you are unemployed.
Yes.
Well, we have a previous statement from you dating back to 1975,
when you were brought in and charged with soliciting.
At that time you stated your professi�n as trainee beautician.
Yeah? So what?
Did you also do a hairdressing course?
No.
So you're not a hairdresser?
No. But I once had a Siamese cat.
So you are a freelance beautician.
Yeah, you know, manicures, hands, facials.
Do you use a moisturiser?
Do you work as a beautician?
Why don't you tell me what you want to know all this for?
Think George is a transvestite now, do you?
Your common-law husband is still under suspici�n of murder.
We need answers to certain questions
to help us eliminate him from our enquiries.
You are not interesting to eliminate him.
You want me to incriminate him.
Would you tell me, please, where you were on these dates?
March 15, 1984.
No ruddy idea. Ask me another.
2 January, 1985.
23 July, 1986.
9 October, 1987.
I dunno. I'll have to look in my diaries.
These were dates when George was travelling
in Oldham, Warrington, Burnley, Rochdale.
Well, in that case, wherever he was, I was.
I always travel with him.
So you're sure you were with George on those dates?
I travel with him. I stay with him.
Doing freelance work as a beautician?
Yeah, I do a bit.
Like facials, manicures, that sort of thing?
Yeah. There's no law against that.
But there is when you've been claiming unemployment benefit.
Not declaring income.
Not paying income tax. There is a law against that, Moyra.
It's nothing.
Just a bit of cash in hand. Pin money.
But that's illegal, Moyra.
And if you were always travelling with George,
you must have got quite a regular set of customers.
Look, just how long do you think it's gonna take us...
to find out exactly how much you were making?
You bastards never give anyone a break.
I'll give you one, Moyra.
If... If you give us a detailed list of the salons...
you worked in and the street girls' names.
I've listed the salons, but that doesn't mean to say I work there regular.
Sometimes they don't have customers for me.
It's mostly manicures.
What's this er... Noo Nails?
Yeah. It's American.
Paint-on nails. Your own nails grow underneath.
Look. Those look real, don't they?
Only that part, that part of the nail,
that's false. See?
Did you do Miss Pauline Gilling's nails?
Look, love, I do God knows how many women's nails.
I don't know all their names.
But surely you remember Pauline Gilling.
I mean, George was sent down for attempting to rape her.
No, no, no. And I know she lied. She lied.
She was all over him. She'd been in the pub. She lied.
What about Della Mornay? Did you do her nails ?
No.
Take a look. Della Mornay.
I don't know her.
No?
You made a statement that George returned home on 14 January at 10:30
and did not go out again. Do you still stand by that statement?
Yes.
So what about the car, Moyra?
The brown Rover?
Where's that car?
Look, we know he's got a lock-up.
It's just a question of time before we find it.
Look, this isn't on. I know my rights.
I've answered all your questions. Now I want a lawyer!
Well, just think about what I've said tonight.
I'll no doubt need to speak to you again. Thank you. You may go.
Is that it?
I can go home now?
Yeah.
Here you are, love.
Come on, Moyra, tell me what happened.
The bastards are gonna get me for undeclared earnings, that's what.
They know I've been working and claiming the dole.
They kept you all night just for that?
There were a few other things.
What did she want?
Didn't she ask you about me?
What do you think?
What are you following me around for?
I just want to know what went on.
They wanted to know about that bloody florist.
Kept asking me about her.
I've stood by you, George...
but so help me God, if I find out you've been lying...
Run that bath for me.
I've never lied to you, Moyra.
You know that.
Where's the car, George?
It's stolen. I don't know where it is.
George, you came home that night without it.
I remember, because your hair was wet.
You said it had been raining.
Is it in a lock-up?
No.
They're gonna get you because of that bloody car.
And they can plant evidence.
And they're out to get you.
What did they say?
That bath'll be running over.
What did they say?
Maybe they've already found it.
I dunno.
I've got problems of my own.
Boss?
Yeah?
You want to see the model agency's picture of Karen Howard?
Incident room. Everyone's there.
I'll be right with you.
Yeah, but the Super's in there.
Karen Howard. Look at her hands, long red nails.
That photograph was taken a week before she died.
And in this photograph, taken in sessions the day she died, short nails.
Get on to it. Check it out.
Jonesy, check it out with her flatmate first.
I wanna find out where she had those nails done.
I'm sorry, guv. You wanted to see me?
Just a few moments.
Carry on.
Don't leave any stone unturned.
Check it out with her parents, boyfriend, agent, everyone.
Especially you three. Caplan, Rosper, Lillie, move it!
And, by the way
thanks, lads.
They backed you 100%, refused have Hickock take over.
That was on my desk when I came in.
Every single man's signed it.
Did you know about it?
No. No, I didn't.
Things have taken quite a turn, haven't they?
You were lucky.
Luck had nothing to do with it.
The lads worked really hard.
Bring me all the new information as soon as possible.
Of course, sir.
DC Jones, Southampton Row Station here.
We need to know if Karen used a regular beauty parlour or salon.
Do you know if she had... What do you call 'em?
Nail extensions.
Look, I'm not gonna harp on about this,
but erm... I really appreciate your backing me up.
Boss, suspect's on the move and he's with his girlfriend.
The lads reckon something's going down.
I think this is it.
I think we've got him on the run.
Thank you.
All right, let's go for it.
Yes. She used a regular beauty parlour in Covent Garden.
Frank, move it. Keep in radio contact.
DC Jones, Southampton Row Station here.
Do you have a client named Karen Howard?
Haskons has been on.
He's following Marlow and Henson down the Marylebone Road.
They had her down for a full day on 2 January,
the day before that modelling job
where she had the long nails.
They didn't have her down for a manicure,
and they don't do those nails, whatever they are,
but one of the girls recommended a woman in Covent Garden market.
Shit! We'll never get the car down there.
What you'll have to do is jump out and run...
and I'll meet you at Southampton Street. Now, move.
Just drop me off and get get me there alive, Frank.
- Can you give me some money? - What for?
- I need money for taxis and things. - Use the cards.
- I just need money. All right? - All right, all right.
You don't think I'm a bottomless pit, do you?
Yeah, I do.
Here.
Is that all? Come on, you mean bastard, give me another 20.
Haskons,
I'm pulling in and leaving the car on Marylebone Road
just beyond the underpass.
They're out of the taxi, going down Euston Square tube station.
We're following.
- I'll meet you at the Garden. - In that coffee bar on the left?
OK? Listen, don't spend all the money.
Excuse me, where do you think you're going?
They've split up.
Taxi!
Shit!
I've lost him.
Taxi!
Follow the cab in front.
I'm right behind him.
Left again into Gordon Square.
Going across Gordon Square towards Euston Road.
He could be going to the station.
Yeah he's turrirg into Eustor Station...
I'm at the taxi drop-off, right behind him.
The train now arriving at Platform 13...
is the delayed 7:40 Intercity from Manchester.
We apologise for the delayed arrival of this train...
This was due to essential track maintenance.
He's not going for a train. He's leaving the station.
He's moving like the clappers. I don't think he's sussed me.
The 11:00 from Milton Keynes?
The 11:00 will probably be your best bet, yeah.
You'll be picked up the other end.
No, I've lost him. Sorry. He's on a No.18 bus.
Try and pick him up on the Euston Road, going east.
Jimmy, where are you? Can you see him?
I've got him. I've got him.
The bus is heading towards King's Cross.
You should be able to see him, when it pass.
There are garage lock-ups along the back of the station.
That's the 18. There's Jimmy now behind him.
Tony, you and Phil, get up to the lock-ups behind the station. Stake them out.
Harry, pick up your car and do the same.
He's got off the bus. He's heading for the station.
Looks like he's gonna do a runner back up north.
No, he's passed the station. Maybe going for a cab.
No... No, he's going up Pancras Road.
May be going for the lock-ups. I'm following him.
He's not hanging about, neither.
He's not going in the lock-ups. He's going in a caff.
Phil, Tony, one of you take over.
He's ordered a cup of coffee.
He's chatting to the owner. They seem to know each other.
This girl, did you ever do her nails?
I really couldn't say. I do up to eight a day.
Look at her again. This girl was
found murdered on 15 January this year.
Did she ever come to this stall?
January? I wouldn't have been here anyway.
I've got a friend who looks after the booth when I can't do it.
Guv Moyra Hersor takes over a booth in Covent Garden.
The woman who owns it says Moyra often
had Marlow hanging around.
Karen could've had her nails dore here,
That's how he knew their names.
It's the two of them, then.
Let's check back when Moyra was
first arrested for prostitution.
See if she was lying about not knowing Della Mornay.
Brian, it's Terry Amson.
Check out Moyra Herson's file, will you?
Run a cross-refererce or it with Della Morray's Vice records.
I think he's on the move.
The owner's given him something. I can't quite see what it is.
He's leaving the cafe now.
It's keys. He's only given him some keys.
He's turning right, heading up towards the lock-ups.
Get your car. Get your bloody car. Please.
Jesus. He's stopped outside one.
He's going for it He's bloody going for it.
Now, wait. Everyone wait.
Let him use those keys. Let him get in there.
He's got the key in the lock.
He's opening up.
- He's in. - Go! Go!
Are you George Marlow?
My name is DI Muddyman,
Southampton Row Police Station.
I'm arresting you on suspici�n of murder.
Moyra Henson? I'm DC... - Leave me alone.
... Baker Southampton Row Police Station.
OK, Moyra, I'm arresting you.
You don't have to say anything.
The painter.
No radio between the seats.
Get Forensic down here as soon as possible. Don't touch anything.
- Then get on to SOCO, see if you can get... - Oh, my God!
Jesus!
Bastard.
Right. Let's get on with it.
- Good luck, guv. - Thanks.
- Go for it, guv. - Thanks, Archie.
Mr. Shrapnel, you've been made aware that your client is here to answer questions
and assist in the investigation into the murders of...
Karen Howard and Della Mornay.
Yes, that is correct. She is aware of that situation,
and is prepared to co-operate and assist
in the investigations in any way that does not or
will not bring criminal proceedings against her
or instigate such criminal proceedings.
You gave George Marlow an alibi...
saying that he came home on the night of January 14 at 10:30pm
and did not go out again. Is it correct?
You have also assisted us in our enquiries before.
On that occasi�n, you were shown photographs of murder victims. Do you remember?
You stated that you had not met and did not know
any of the women in the photographs.
On 14 July 1976, you and Della Mornay...
were on trial in Manchester Juvenile Court.
In early January of this year, Karen Howard came to a booth...
that you took over from Annette Frisby in Covent Garden.
You're not looking at the photographs, Moyra.
You don't want to look at Della?
Then look at Karen.
George called out to her.
He offered her a lift.
He then raped her, tortured her, mutilated her. He killed her.
Look. Look.
Hands tied behind her back. Look at the marks on her body.
Look at her, Moyra!
Your client, Mr. Shrapnel, stands to be accused as an accessory to murder.
Do you want me to list what she can be charged with?
- Well, do you? - My client agreed to assist...
Your client has lied.
Moyra is George Marlow's common-law wife,
and cannot be forced to testify against him.
- As you very well know, Inspector. - Get them to leave.
Just the women to stay.
I won't talk in front of them.
He did it to me once.
But I er
I didn't like it.
He tied my
hands.
A leather strap.
I didn't know!
I didn't know! God, I didn't know!
George Marlow did come home at 10:30, but
he went out again at 10:45...
and she has no idea when he returned.
We've got him. We've got him.
Arnold.
Give us five minutes.
They're charging you on six counts of murder, George.
I don't know what's going on, Arnold.
On my mother's life, I haven't done a thing.
I know.
Now, what exactly have you said?
Oh, man. You ain't gonna believe this.
Have a look. It's a mask.
Jesus.
There's a handbag here. And a wallet. It's Karen Howard's.
Here's the jacket.
Cos, it stinks in here. It smells like an abattoir. That heavy sort of stench.
It's caked in blood. Looks like dried skin.
The drain is clogged. Dried blood. See here, here.
- Yeah. - This whole area
will have to have swabs taken.
He must've used this to wash himself down afterwards.
Now, blood splatters there.
What have we here? Ah, yeah.
This looks like fingerprints.
Frank?
What you got?
It's been scrubbed. Smells musty.
Your girl blonde?
This is a recorded interview.
I am Detective Chief Inspector Jane Tennison.
Also present are Detective Sergeant Terence Amson and Arnold Upcher.
We are situated in Room 5C at Southampton Row Metropolitan Police Station.
The date is 8 March, 1991...
and the time is 6:15pm.
Would you please state your full name, address and date of birth?
George Arthur Marlow.
21 High Grove Estate, Kilburn.
Born in Warrington, 11 September, 1951.
Do you understand why you've been arrested?
I suppose so.
It is my duty formally to caution you and warn you
that anything you say may be used in evidence.
You have been arrested on suspici�n of the murders of Karen Howard
and Della Mornay.
Do you understand?
I'm not guilty.
On the night of Karen Howard's murder
you claimed you were home by 10:30pm and did not go out again.
Correct?
Yes.
We took a statement at 3:45 this afternoon from your common-law wife Miss Moyra Henson.
She says that you actually left the flat at 15 minutes to 11.
She had no knowledge of when you returned, but you returned home without your car.
It was not stolen from outside your block of flats, as you previously claimed.
It also does not have a radio between the front seats.
She's wrong. My car was nicked. I never went out again.
You have denied having had any previous contact with Karen Howard.
I never met her before that night she picked me up.
Miss Henson worked part-time
in a booth at Covent Garden.
She admits that she knew Karen, gave her nail treatments
and that you were privy to those nail treatments and spoke to Karen.
Is that true?
No.
You have also denied knowing the second victim Miss Della Mornay.
However Miss Henson now says, that contrary to her first statement
when she too denied knowing Della Mornay,
that she was in fact lying.
So I suggest that you too are lying and
that you did know Della Mornay.
I don't believe you play these games.
Moyra's scared to death that you're gonna arrest her for tax evasi�n...
for claiming unemployment benefit.
She's terrified of the police...
ever since she was picked up on a false charge of prostitution.
Well, you don't scare me.
I'm innocent.
Did you clock the look he gave me? Straight at me.
Ah, the painter.
Freaked me out.
Didn't suss you, though, did he?
- "I like him". - Shut it, Kenneth.
Just let me have 10 minutes with him.
They ain't gonna get nothing out of him upstairs.
We should've smacked him when we picked him up.
Yeah.
Sick bastard.
This is taking too long.
Talk about a long day.
She must be knackered.
After what we found in that lock-up...
he ain't gonna admit to knowing his mother right now.
That shower curtain.
The smell,
the stench of the place...
That blood on the walls.
Sick.
That wire brush.
How many of 'em do you reckon he did in there?
All of the London girls.
Yeah?
Sick.
How many more times? I told you, I got an anonymous call.
I dunno who it was from, but it was a man.
He says to me that he knows where my car is.
It's been on a TV programme, right?
It's been reported stolen, right?
- What time was that call? - I dunno. About 10 o'clock!
Anyway, he says that he knows where my car is,
gives me the tip-off.
He says that it's in King's Cross, in some guy's lock-up.
But you had a set of keys to that lock-up.
I know because the caller told me the keys were held at a coffee bar.
A Greek guy had them.
So I picked up the keys from the coffee bar. They weren't my keys!
And I didn't find my car,
because just as I opened the door, the police picked me up!
Why do I have to repeat myself? I've told them all this before.
- The Greek man's name? - I don't know!
The caller just told me the address of the coffee bar!
Mr. Stavros Hulenkinis has rented that lock-up to a John Smith for eight years.
After you picked up the keys from him this morning,
an officer took a statement from him.
Your friend also takes in certain items of dry-cleaning
and laundry from you.
Is that correct?
Come on, George. How did you get Karen into that bed-sit?
Did you use Della's keys?
You knew it would be empty, didn't you, because Della was already dead.
You're putting words into my mouth.
I'm not saying another thing. Tell her that's enough.
I agreed to this interview and I've done nothing but assist you from the word go.
All right?
Now I want to go home.
That won't be possible, George.
I wanna have a piss, all right? I have to go to the toilet.
I want to phone my mother.
I'm not having her reading that you've arrested me again.
I wanna tell her.
I agree to a ten-minute break.
You are not be allowed to make any telephone calls or see your wife...
until this interview is terminated.
I will arrange for Miss Henson to call your mother.
No! I don't want Moyra talking to my mother!
This is a mess, isn't it?
All right.
I did it.
Would you repeat that?
You are still under caution.
I said I did it.
Sit down please, George.
What exactly did you do?
Karen...
Della...
Angela
Sharon...
Ellen
and Jeannie.
We need to take a break.
Baxter, cuff him.
The interview will be terminated at this point for a break.
The tape turn-off will be witnessed by Detective Sergeant Amson and Arnold Upcher.
The time is two minutes past ten, 8 March, 1991.
The aforementioned will remain in the presence of the recording machine...
to enable the prisoner, George Marlow, to be taken to use the toilet.
They can't possibly hold him any longer.
Frank, Tony.
You're not gonna believe this.
He's admitted it!
Oi! What's going on?
Our guvnor has only got our suspect to admit to six charges of murder!
Biggest case this station's ever had!
Mine's a large Scotch! Yeah!
- Hello, Maureen. - Hiya, guv.
Any of those lads about?
No, I think they've all gone home.
DI Jenkins wants the incident room cleared.
Can you pop in before you leave ?
Oh, God. I don't believe it!
- Night. - Night.
# Why was she born so beautiful?
# Why was she born at all?
# She's no bloody use to anyone
# She's no bloody use at all
Oh, you bastards! I thought you'd all pissed off home!
Yeah, we got him!
George Arthur Marlow...
you stand before this court, accused of six indictments of murder.
Count One:
That you did, on 14 January, 1991,
murder Karen Howard, contrary to common law.
Count Two:
That you unlawfully took the life on 3 November, 1990...
of Della Margaret Mornay.
Count Three:
You are also charged that on 15 March, 1984,
you murdered Jeannie Avril Sharpe.
Count Four:
In January, 1985, you murdered Ellen Harding.
Count Five:
That in July 1986, you murdered Angela Simpson.
And Count Six:
In October 1987,
you murdered Sharon Felicity Reid.
George Arthur Marlow,
having heard the charges against you,
how do you plead?
Not guilty, sir.
Silence, silence in court!