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?
TheyÂ'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 decisión 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 televisión.
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 televisión!
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 permissión to give Marlow's registration number?
Listen to her.
Who the hell does she think she is?
Did anyone get Marlow's permissión?
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.
This building - MacDonald's Advertisirg
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 expressión 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 café.
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 impressión.
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.