CLICKING OF MOUSE
PRINTER WHIRS
(SIGHS)
Where's the body, Officer? Excuse me!
This way, guvnor. Excuse me, sir!
PC Travis. Are you DCI Langton?
Langton? No, I'm not!
You know Dave Hill's going to be in hospital at least two more weeks? Burst appendix.
So I contacted the back-up, the one you okayed - Anna Travis. Good.
Any particular reason you earmarked her?
Only she's got very little CID experience.
She's a pen pusher. Knew her father. Owed him a favour.
Did you come straight here when I phoned you? Yeah, got the train.
(Shit!) TRAIN RATTLES PAST
What are you doing here? This one's nothing to do with you.
Might be one of mine, Charlie. No way does that fit your MO, Jimmy. She's just a kid!
Gill, I'm off to Depot One.
As soon as you're done, get that body over to the mortuary. GILL: Will do, sir.
Anna Travis? Yeah. DI Mike Lewis. Get a suit on.
(SIGHS)
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS
Mask up, for Christ's sake!
(GASPS)
(GULPS) Stinks, huh?
Ease the body over fully.
(RETCHES) See? Not tightened the same way as all the others.
She is ours! Yep, looks like it.
(SIGHS)
TRAIN RATTLES PAST
I'm going to take this one, Charlie, whether you like it or not.
That's bullshit, Jimmy! The boss has already allocated the next murder to my team.
Hey, want a bacon sandwich? No, thank you.
No way can you link this to your investigation! DC Travis, sir.
Have you got your own transport? Yes, sir.
I'll see you back at the incident room. Mike.
Hudson's not going to let this one go without a fight,
so as soon as they get her in the mortuary, we get over there.
Charles assigned it to us. Are you driving, or am I?
WPC: No, it's your turn.
HUM OF CONVERSATION
Yes, I understand your problem.
We have extra officers patrolling the area. Excuse me, Sergeant.
OVERLAPPING VOICES
Er, could you tell me where DCI Langton's incident room is, please?
Excuse me one moment, sir. Yes. Through the door, second floor.
Thank you. We just don't have enough officers to do that.
I will pass your concerns on.
Where's the bloody socks, Barbara? They're here, sir!
Right. Could be on a long shot,
but the victim, we think, is Melissa Stephens, aged 18.
Reported missing a few weeks ago.
Last known sighting of her was by her boyfriend
as they said their goodbyes outside a restaurant in Spitalfields.
The parents called it in when she failed to turn up at home.
Clean-living student at London University.
No criminal record, no trouble at home.
Certainly not a prostitute.
Park yourself over on that empty desk. Thanks.
She may not be connected, but we desperately need a fresh case.
Well, Hudson's already screaming about you being there, guv.
He's taken the girl to the mortuary. Yeah, well, he's not having her.
PHONE RINGS Mike!
Hey!
WOMAN: Can I take your name and address? And your phone number?
Ever been to a postmortem, Travis? Er... Yes, sir, I have. Sorry about this morning, sir.
You'll be even sorrier if you throw up at the mortuary.
I've been going through all the cold cases.
First one was a tart called Mary Murphy.
When that flatlined, we just kept sifting through the case files
and found one bloody victim after another, all with the same MO,
but no leads. We've been on this for eight months now.
Isn't that right, Mike? That's right.
And the uh...the top brass are just about to pull the finances from us.
You want a mint? No, thank you.
The knot is very secure, as is the one on the tights round her neck.
Hold on, Veronica! Hold on.
I need the knot intact.
Can you just slice away from... Jimmy, I have done this before.
Can I get a close-up picture of this?
We're gonna get a lot of gases released from this one.
I'd say...dead at least a month. There's a lot of infestation.
There you are. Right, get this over to Forensics.
I want it compared to the other girls,
to confirm the knots are tied in the same way. Can you turn the body over? Yes.
I'm going to cut the tights loose next.
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS
Now, let's see...
On first impression, it looks like she was garrotted.
Tied from the front, so he was looking at her
while he was doing this.
There's some trauma to the left side of the face.
He may have knocked her out.
There's some facial animal predation...
..and her tongue appears to be partially eaten.
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS Let's get the clothes off her.
Jimmy, we need to talk - like, now!
This is bang out of order! Wanna bet? She's mine.
These'll prove it. You... DCI Hudson!
You get out of my mortuary and put a bloody gown on!
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS
Joan, we need an ID. Get Melissa's parents driven straight to the mortuary.
Are you all right at the back there, Travis? It was the smell, sir.
Well, next time, take the mint when it's offered to you.
Either that, or use a nose plug! (CHUCKLES)
Left! Go left! There's a shortcut.
TYRES SCREECH
Each woman strangled with her own tights,
bras removed and used to tie the hands.
As you can see, most of the victims had previous convictions for prostitution.
All been dumped in different areas of London dating back to 1996.
All murdered in exactly the same way? That's why they're on the board.
Can I take the files home with me?
I've got a lot of catching up to do. As long as you don't tell me about it.
Travis, get me Melissa's MisPer file from Borough.
I need everything they've got - especially any CCTV footage.
We don't even know if it is Melissa's - Parents just confirmed her clothing.
We've got ID from her dental records.
Like a little angel, wasn't she?
Get me a coffee, Travis.
WOMAN: He needs the comparison results as soon as possible. OK.
(CRIES OUT)
Can you do a handwritten statement?
(GAGS)
Do you have a fax number?
Great. Thanks for your help. Bye.
KNOCK AT DOOR
Yes?
Could you just take that from me, sir?
Had to go all the way to Colombia for it, did we (?)
Thank you.
Shut the door.
I worked with your father a few years back. He was a bloody good cop.
That's why you're here, Travis. Thank you, sir.
I'm sorry to hear he passed on.
I hope you don't mind me asking. Erm...
Do you think there should be a press release to warn all the other girls?
Warn them all you like. It won't stop them if they need a fix.
Right. Were they all from London? None of them were from London.
They were what we call "weekenders". They come up to London to do the business
and then go back to Manchester or Sheffield or Leeds - wherever.
And there's no evidence that they knew each other.
You need to read up on the inquiry details and the thousands of statements.
Well, go on. Get cracking.
MIKE: We're doing a lot of work on a case we don't officially have yet.
That prick Hudson gets his way,
we're going to have to hand it all over to him.
This CCTV is not in any kind of order. This one comes after No.2.
That's so typical of bloody Borough! Yes. Can't detectives count?
Not in Borough, they can't (!) Look, Mike...
MAN: I know I only saw the body briefly at the scene...
VOICES DRIFT OFF
INDISTINCT TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT
Hiya, are you all right? Are you looking for business? Could be.
Put that out.
MAN: As far as I'm concerned, we should have the first call on this.
RAPID, RHYTHMIC MOANING
ENGINE STARTS UP
Hudson's wrong, Jane. I really had a closer look at the mortuary.
This murder is linked to my investigation. I'm sure of it.
Well, I've got a scientist looking at the knots as we speak.
I'm expecting a call from her any minute to confirm it.
DREAMLIKE MUSIC AND INDISTINCT VOCALS
INDISTINCT TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT
Paul, have you viewed all the Melissa Stephens CCTV?
I looked at everything they sent, but there may be more we haven't got yet.
I don't think I've missed anything, but I've had to do it all on my own. How many cameras picked her up?
Five. The restaurant, Artillery Row, the Tube, Hoxton Square...
and Coronet Street.
I'll double-check I haven't missed anything if we get the job. We'll get it. Is that Melissa?
That's our girl. Stop it there!
Take it back to the footage outside the restaurant.
They're on different DVDs. They're split between different locations,
so usually I have to find...
Commander Leigh. DCI Hudson.
Barbara! Yes, sir?
Do us a favour - get me a chicken-and-cheese sandwich from the canteen. OK.
No tomatoes.
My team was in the frame for the next assignment...
Should I put all these on one DVD? Maybe wait.
INDISTINCT RAISED VOICES
HUDSON: Me? You're the one that nosed in at the murder scene.
Never mind edging me out of the fucking mortuary!
Melissa Stephens is my case!
Plus someone told the Borough that they had authority
to seize all the CCTV and Missing Persons files! All right, all right.
I admit that I'm not going to give her to you
so that you and your flat-footed team - Sit down. SIT DOWN!
Now, I'm not the least bit interested... DCI Langton, if you bring me unequivocal evidence...
(FADES OUT)
He's got a bloody nerve! First socks, now a sandwich!
It's like I'm his personal shopper.
And I'm fed up with collecting his dry cleaning every week!
ENGINE STARTS UP
Hey, er...
(CLEARS THROAT)
Ladies and gentlemen, the Melissa Stephens case is officially ours!
And the Commander, God bless her, is going to give us some extra man power and resources.
Your sandwich, sir. Thanks. No tomatoes?
No, sir, but if there's a trace of one, I'll pick it out personally.
How did Hudson take it?
He's ecstatic (!)
Right, let's get started.
You get in touch with our office.
I need these as quickly as possible tomorrow. Now, let's go through -
KNOCK AT DOOR Boss?
What is it, Paul? Got them all on one disk?
I'm no Spielberg, but I put it together.
I'll let the Commander know that you're stalling, shall I? Thank you.
SLAMS DOWN PHONE
Right. Chairs. Gather round. Let's pick this up.
Thank you, Barbara.
Here she is in Spitalfields Market,
coming out of this restaurant with her boyfriend.
She's wearing a light-blue denim jacket, white-and-pink floral dress,
black tights, wedged sandals
and a very distinctive raffia pink-and-white semicircular bag.
The bag wasn't found at the murder site, right? Nor her jacket?
They've had an argument and she doesn't want to go back to his.
Here she is walking down Artillery Row.
She's missed the last tube so she's looking for a cab.
Doesn't see one. Starts walking.
We've got a time gap now
till we pick her up over on Hoxton Square
walking past The Real Greek.
Half a minute later, here she is in Coronet Street,
outside the Amore Club.
Right, get onto the clubs - both of them.
Talk to this guy. Marino. I know him.
And the heavy on the door of the strip joint.
Charlie. Yeah, will do. Pick her up again hailing a taxi.
As she does so, these drunken yobs fall out of this club.
The cab just drives on past.
Then one of the yobs starts giving Melissa a hard time.
Here's the interesting part: take a look at the Merc cruising.
It's definitely cruising,
but he does stop, so she looks towards the Merc.
This bloody great van turns up, sits here for a couple of minutes.
When it goes, Melissa and the Merc have gone.
But did she get in it?
She must have done. We don't pick her up on any CCTV cameras after this.
If she did, that tom in the red top would have seen her. Roll up.
Right there. See?
Right. I want her questioned tonight.
And the other two - tonight.
And get that still enlarged.
Print them off.
# There is a garden where
# Deep in my...
You take the Amore club. I'll take the Court. OK.
# There is a boy
# Who is in love with me
# And we play in our garden
# With a lovers' delight
# In the dazzling golden day
# And the silvery night
# How can I leave him alone
# In this dream of our own making
# Were we to part
# I dream I'd fade away
# In a fantasy garden
# Garden of...
Did you see Melissa Stephens getting into this Mercedes?
Look - there's me, with them bleedin' football hooligans.
I had my work cut out with them! Sorry, I never saw her.
I remember I saw a bunch of guys messing around outside the club,
but that's it - nothing else. Did she get into this car?
Don't know. You don't know? I don't know.
# ..love to stay
# O my beloved
# Prince of the shining sea
# Have you... #
'Ere - she's a regular. Who is?
That one is one of our regular drag queens.
Do you know her name? I don't. I just recognise her.
What about her? Do you know her? This is Red.
Red? Yeah. She wear red garb, that's why they call her Red.
Where can I find Red? I don't know. Sure? It's not my business.
Well, I'll make it your business.
DREAMLIKE SINGING AND MUSIC
ENGINE ROARS
# ..in love #
(SIGHS)
Good afternoon. Thank you for coming today.
These seven women have all been murdered in the same way
over a 12-year period.
Teresa Booth, Sandra Donaldson,
Kathleen Keegan, Barbara Whittle,
Beryl Villiers, Mary Murphy
and, most recently, Melissa Stephens.
"Her jacket and bag are missing." What's her name?
"The bag, as you can see, is very distinctive."
Metropolitan Police murder squad. Sorry, can you repeat that, please?
"If they have any information..." Well, thank you very much.
"Melissa's mother, June Stephens,
would like to make a short statement."
Not bad, for an old fart! You have a few more years in you yet, guv!
"Our daughter..."
The parents have offered a 100-grand reward!
Could throw up a shedload of time wasters!
The Clubs and Vice Unit have come up with a tom called Gladys.
Got a long list of previous convictions. Get someone out to trace her.
OK. Her nickname's Red, but she's not at her last address.
She left a year ago. There's a warrant for her arrest.
Sir, we've had a call from an ex-drug detective from Manchester.
Barry Southwood. Heard about the reward.
Oh, here we go. What does he have?
He wouldn't say. He sounded pissed. Get back to him when he's sober.
MRS STEPHENS: "We are begging you to come forward.
This man, whoever he is, must be caught,
so that no other parent has to go through what we're going through now.
Thank you." "And now, over to Sally for the weather in the London area."
Yes... Can I take your name, please?
No. Hold on a minute.
Sir, Line 2 - caller. Something about Melissa.
Wanted to speak to you personally. I think this is important.
DCI Langton speaking.
DEEP, FEMININE VOICE: "Are you involved in that missing girl?
Are you the one asking questions about me?"
Who am I speaking to? (Is this a man or a woman?)
"Hello?" Hello?
"Er, I saw her - the dead girl, the one in the papers,
you know, on the telly." Who am I talking to?
"I'm doing this so you don't give me any aggravation." (Is it Gladys or Red?)
Is this Gladys...or Red? Is that your name, love?
"This is all I know: she was ducking and diving.
I clocked her cos she was on my patch, do you understand?
I was just going to cross over before she got into the car." Which car?
"Er, Mercedes. It was cruising. Yeah, definitely."
Mercedes. Which type? "Er, don't know. Pale. Cream.
I don't know. Anyway, she started talking and then she got in."
Do you think she knew him? "I don't know. I'm telling you what I saw."
Could you describe him for me? "No. I never saw his face.
He was wearing dark glasses. Look, I gotta go."
LINE GOES DEAD Er...
She got into the bloody car!
Get onto Melissa's family. See if they know anyone who drives a pale Mercedes. Will do.
Goodbye. Bye. Paul! Paul!
Get some guys out and pick up this tart called Red.
Right. I've done some checking up on Barry Southwood.
Now, he's a nasty piece of work.
On the take when he was with the Drugs Squad
and now he's after this reward. He lives in Spain.
He wants someone to go out there and talk to him.
You've got to be kidding! No.
Travis, I want you to interview this guy Barry Southwood. Ex-detective.
He said something about the victim tied up with her own underwear,
so we're taking him seriously. Think you can handle it? Yeah.
Your passport in order? Passport? Joan, book her on the first flight out. Flight?!
You're off to Spain, Travis - and don't blow it.
Thank you, sir!
Er, am I arranging my own transport? I'd say that's advisable.
Spain! There and back in a day. Nightmare!
Guv, Malins calling. Can you get down to the mortuary?
I'm up to my ears. Tell her I'll be there this evening.
I hope she combs her hair. She looks like she's been dragged through a bush backwards!
Has she really worn the same skirt and blouse since she arrived?
At least she won't have the boss after her. You know how he is.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
VERONICA MALINS: Looks like I was wrong about the bite mark on the tongue.
I thought it could be animals, maybe, or made by her own teeth during strangulation,
but it was neither.
Are you saying that the sick bastard bit her tongue off?
Mm. It looks like it.
Now, we've done a thorough examination
and taken scaled pictures of the bite marks,
so if you've got a suspect, comparisons can be made
with his or her teeth.
Do you have any other victims with bite marks? No.
So you could be looking at two different killers.
Couldn't you, Jimmy?
Can you wait here to go back to the airport? OK. Thanks.
Mr Southwood?
Mr Southwood!
Hello?
Excuse me, can I help you? I'm looking for Barry Southwood.
Well, you won't find him up here. My extensions are falling out.
He keeps tugging my hair. It's all right. I've got the glue.
You'll find him in the living room, along there. Thank you.
Mr Southwood? The boy you want is upstairs.
Er, no. I'm DC Travis from the murder inquiry in London.
You said you had information for us.
Listen, sweetie. You go back and you tell them,
I was a detective in the Drugs Squad for 20 bloody years
and sending me a little tart with a tape recorder isn't good enough. GIRL MOANS
I've come a long way to see you - You can just go back
and you can tell them to send a proper copper.
I'll talk to him. Who's heading up the inquiry?
The DCI is James Langton. The commander is Jane Leigh.
Never bloody heard of either of 'em! MOANING CONTINUES
Bloody female commanders now!
I know they've got to push frigging women up through the ranks
cos it's all about discrimination nowadays!
But they're bloody useless.
Never met one who knew what she were doing.
Mr Southwood, this is completely irrelevant.
I can tell by looking at you,
you've never had a decent fuck!
You're a tight-arsed little bitch, aren't you?
CRESCENDO OF ORGASMIC MOANS
And I can tell by looking at you, Mr Southwood,
that you haven't got much longer for this world.
See, I know you were a bent copper.
Now you go one better, renting your place out for cheap porn films.
You sad bastard! You know I could have you picked up by the Vice Squad?
You don't know them - a lot of pen pushers. Spanish Vice Squad (!)
That's a joke! Oh, get out of here, go on!
Piss off!
BLEEPING Bugger it!
(SIGHS IN FRUSTRATION)
Bloody Spanish batteries! Ugh!
Go on, make yourself useful. Push me over there.
My batteries need charging. I'll push you, old man.
Where are you going? Jesus!
Jesus Christ! She's tipping me in the sardine pool.
I will, if you don't start talking. I can't swim.
Well, then, the sooner you start talking, the better.
That won't work. Shit!
Talk.
All right.
(STRAINS AND GROANS)
20 years ago, before I moved to London, I were a DC in Manchester
attached to the Vice Squad.
'Lilian Duffy were a well-known tart.
She'd been picked up on numerous occasions by the Vice Squad.
A whole string of girls living in a shit house in Swinton.'
KNOCKING AT DOOR 'Shalcott Street.'
Police and Social Services were called there that often,
they could get there blindfolded.
Her kid Anthony was in and out of foster care when he was younger.
Then, when he was about 17,
she were picked up, badly beaten.
She'd claimed that she'd been assaulted and raped.
She gave a detailed description...
..of the man she claimed had attacked her.
Then that stupid bitch withdrew all the charges.
The old cow floored everyone by saying it were for personal reasons.
It were her own son!
Anthony Duffy were picked up anyroad,
but he denied attacking his mother.
A year later,
Lilian's body was found on waste ground,
strangled with her own tights
and her hands tied behind her back with her bra.
The murder team were tipped off about the son.
He was brought in for questioning,
but in them days, DNA were hit and miss.
No witness, body badly decomposed...
So Duffy were released from custody, no charges.
Everyone knew the kid had done it.
Why?
There's something about him that made you feel uneasy.
I think it were his eyes.
Something about the eyes.
Well, that's it, sweetheart. Like I said, it could be sod-all.
But if it isn't, just you remember...
who told you about Anthony Duffy.
Good morning! STAFF: Good morning, sir.
Morning, guv. Morning, sir. Travis called in and texted a message.
She missed the plane back. Twat!
POLICE OFFICER: We can give you a crime number...
She said to do a name and intelligence check
on someone called Anthony Duffy. Who's he?
Text said he was a suspect.
We've not been able to get anything on him. Mind you, I don't even know if we've got the right name.
Joan, have you got any other - Travis! You've got a bit of explaining to do.
My flight was cancelled. I had to wait -
Never mind your travel arrangements!
Did you find out anything of any use at all?
As a matter of fact, sir... yes, I did.
Hello, there. This is Detective Inspector Mike Lewis.
I'm calling from the Metropolitan Police Murder Squad.
I wonder if you can help me. I'm trying to trace an Anthony Duffy.
His mother was Lilian Duffy. L-I-L-I-A-N D (for Derek)-U-F-F (for Freddie)-Y.
Yes. We're trying to trace someone called Anthony Duffy,
born 25th July 1971.
We know for a fact that he was in and out of hospital
several times as a young kid. Domestic violence.
Was there any other incident after he was brought in?
Nothing? Nothing before or after '88?
Just...just stops there?
OK, all right. Thanks very much. They're both dead now, are they?
And are there any people who have fostered him who are still alive?
Inspector Mike Lewis. Mrs...Morgan. Calling from the Murder Squad.
Ellen Morgan.
What kind of condition is she in?
Duffy. D-U-F-F-Y.
I mean, are all her lights switched on upstairs?
Morning, guv. You want the good or the bad news?
Don't fart around, Paul. Gimme.
I traced the couple who'd fostered Duffy - both deceased.
But then I tracked down a woman who'd cared for him when he was just a kid.
A Mrs Ellen Morgan.
So what's the bad news? She's in Manchester.
Mrs Morgan? Hello. Oh, hello!
I'm DCI Langton. This is DC Travis. Hello.
Hello. Please sit down. Thank you for seeing us.
Um, we're interested in anything you can tell us about Anthony Duffy.
I understand you fostered him when he was a child.
Oh, yes, I did, but he was only with me when he was very young.
When his mother was in prison.
I have some photographs.
I looked them out for you. Good.
That's Anthony.
Erm, who is the woman in this photograph?
That's his mother, Lilian Duffy.
When it came time for him to go back with her, he never wanted to go.
'Never.'
No, come on! You're not staying there. Get going!
I'm going walkies! Move your feet now!
Oi! Don't kick... Don't you kick...
Oh! Come on, get up!
Going walkies! I'm not having this!
What are you staring at?
He was such a handsome boy...
with gorgeous eyes!
I used to say he had Elizabeth Taylor's eyes.
Guv, I've traced the school that Anthony Duffy went to.
Merchant Taylors in Crosby, Liverpool.
Now, the headmaster hasn't had any contact with him since he left,
but he did send over a couple of photographs of him as a 17-year-old.
Of course, there was nothing I could do!
But here's the thing: Joan only reckons it's the actor Alan Daniels!
You're kidding me! That's what she says.
She's a big fan. She's stood here with her tongue hanging out.
Well, get as much on him as you can, get his address and we'll check him first thing.
"Right, guv." OK, Mike.
It used to break my heart,
and I did something back then that you'd never be allowed to do today.
I knew where she lived and I went round there.
His mother had women living there.
I don't have to tell you what they were doing.
Did you ever meet him as an adult?
Just once - it was years later.
He'd be about 15, maybe more.
He stood outside my house.
I knew it was him. I recognised him.
He was ever so well dressed
and he spoke so nicely.
I asked him, was he all right, and...
..he said Lilian had been murdered. And how did he seem?
Difficult to explain.
Those eyes - those beautiful eyes
were...so empty.
Well, thank you. You've been a great help.
Excuse me, sir, but before we go
I'd like to show Mrs Morgan some photos.
If I could just ask you to look at these women
and tell me if you recognise any of them. No.
No...
Ooh, yes! Yes, I recognise her.
She was at Duffy's house, Shalcott Street,
the time I tried to see Anthony.
What do YOU want? Anthony forgot his bear.
I wanted to give it back to him.
Hi, sweetie! I have missed you so much!
I've brought your bear back for you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, get in. (HE PROTESTS) It's all right. See you soon.
Bye!
TAPPING AT KEYBOARD
Sorry. It's all right.
That was a good idea, you showing Mrs Morgan those photos.
Thank you, sir. And tomorrow, we interview the movie star.
Yeah, but they haven't confirmed
that Duffy and Daniels is the same man yet.
I mean, if it is him, we'd better be careful.
If the press get hold of it, it could open up a whole can of worms. Thanks for the tip, Travis (!)
Mr Daniels is in the garden by the pool. Thank you.
BIRDSONG
Mr Daniels? Yes?
I am Detective Chief Inspector James Langton.
This is Detective Constable Anna Travis.
Ah, is this about the residents' parking?
No, we're investigating a series of murders.
We'd like to ask you a few questions, if we may.
Murders?
Well, I see. Well, yes, if there's anything I can do to help, I will.
Would you mind accompanying us to the station?
Well, is that entirely necessary?
I'm just on my way to a meeting.
Oh, but if it's really that important, of course I'll come.
Thank you. Look, er, perhaps I should first call my lawyer?
Yes, if you wish. Thanks.
Erm, tell me, is this what they call "helping police with their inquiries?" Absolutely, sir.
Barbara... Barbara!
This way, Mr Daniels. Oh, thank you.
Is that him? Yeah.
Yes, it's definitely him. He's lovely-looking, isn't he?
If you like that kind of thing.
Mr Radcliff, Mr Daniels, would you like tea or coffee? No, thank you.
Thank you for coming in, Mr Daniels. It shouldn't take too long.
It's a pleasure. Is your real name Anthony Duffy?
Yes, it was. And why did you change it?
There was another actor by the same name, so I had to change it.
I was in Ireland at the time. I'm sure they've got a record of it. It was all above board.
All right, good. I'll show you some photographs.
I'd like you to tell me if you recognise any of the women in them.
SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE
No, I don't know any of them.
Did you ever reside at 26 Shalcott Street?
You can answer that.
Yes, I did. I must have been, what? Four or five years old at the time.
And you don't recall this woman, Kathleen Keegan,
as also living at that address? Not while I was living there, no.
Do you have any memory of this woman, Teresa Booth, as living at Shalcott Street?
Absolutely not, no.
So you don't remember any of these women? I've never seen or met them.
OK, thank you.
(CLEARS THROAT) Where were you on the 7th of June of this year?
Oh, June, June, June...
I was filming, all of June, on location in Cornwall.
Cornwall? Yes, shooting a new version of Jamaica Inn.
My agent will happily verify the dates.
Do you know this woman?
No. No, I don't. What? Should I?
Is she an actress, or something?
No. She was a student.
One more thing. Sure. When did you get your teeth capped, Mr Daniels?
(CHUCKLES) I'm sorry!
I'm sorry, are you serious?
I'm sorry, am I under arrest for having my teeth done (?)
You're not under arrest for anything, Mr Daniels.
I'd just like to know when you had your teeth capped.
Sure, no. Erm, recently.
I'm due to start shooting a film in the States
and, well, you know what the Americans think...
(AMERICAN ACCENT) ..about British teeth!
And you'd be able to give us the name and address of your dentist?
Sure, absolutely. And permission to look over your dental records?
This is getting rather silly now.
My client has agreed to come and answer your questions.
You have not arrested him. No.
I suggest we call it a day unless there's something else.
No, no, no, Ed, really. It's fine.
If DCI Langton feels he had good reason for bringing me in,
then I'm happy to answer his questions now
so that my time...won't be wasted...again.
That is the name and number of my agent.
Thank you. And my private dentist. He's off Devonshire Place.
Now, if it's all right with you... (CLEARS THROAT)
..I'd really appreciate it if all this could be kept out of the press.
There is no reason why it shouldn't be. Any bad publicity, especially like this,
could ruin my career,
just at a time when it's taking off in the States.
I'm sure you both understand. I'm sorry, I really do have to go.
DCI Langton.
Thank you for coming in, Mr Daniels. No, absolute pleasure.
Very nice to meet you. Take care. Bye-bye.
He's being very cooperative.
Too bloody cooperative.
It was quite a performance.
Fucking actors! (CHUCKLES)
Thank you.
What did the dentist come up with? They haven't got anything. He's taken it all away.
X-rays, tooth moulds - the lot. It's his right to do so, apparently.
And they don't keep copies? Nope.
We can't make a match to Melissa if we don't have his dental records.
Yeah, but we know some of the victims lived at his mother's address.
Circumstantial evidence. It's a hell of a coincidence, sir.
Tomorrow we go back to his flat, we turn it over. Excuse me.
LOW CONVERSATION AND CHUCKLING
RADCLIFF: What I suggest we do is have lunch...
ENGINE STARTS UP
LEWIS: All the victims' close relatives have been re-interviewed.
We've got nada. LANGTON: None of them knew Duffy, right? Right.
Avoid the Cromwell Road, for Christ's sake.
And we're not gonna get anything from the house in Shalcott Street. It was demolished four years ago.
Joan! Get the film unit to double-check Daniels was in Cornwall for our time frame.
And tell Barbara to contact the FBI. He did some work over there.
There's a copy of his CV in my desk.
Get it to check work permits, visa details,
see if there are any victims with that MO during the time he was there.
FBI? Pushing the bloody envelope on this one!
Oh, yes.
INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO
You lot are unbelievable! You couldn't make it more obvious if you tried.
Search warrant, Mr Daniels.
Now, what exactly is it that you're looking for? Maybe I could help you save some time.
We need to see your dental records. Your dentist said you took them with you.
I...don't have them. I'm sorry. I threw them away.
I'm afraid we can't take your word for that, Mr Daniels. Fair enough.
Check out the cupboards in the hallway.
Evans, cover the bedroom. Hollen, downstairs.
Stately fucking home, isn't it (?)
Makes a change from the usual shithole, eh?
INDISTINCT EXCHANGE
Sorry, what was your name again?
Detective Constable Travis. Anna, was it? Lovely name.
You have absolutely beautiful legs. Dancer's legs, actually.
Thanks for the compliment,
but I was the sort of child with two left feet, actually.
Loved the ballet, though.
My dad used to listen to this. Really? What does he do?
He was in the Met. "Was"? Yeah, he's dead.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I never knew my father.
Have you ever tried to trace him?
No. He'd only be after me for my money.
Sorry, what on earth do you hope to find in Architectural Review?
Are you married?
Have you ever been married? Oh, I've been close.
I'm not the easiest person to live with. I'm obsessively neat.
But then, I suppose, you've noticed that.
It's probably to do with the fact that, when I was a child,
I never had anything that belonged to me. My clothes were always second hand.
Whenever I got fostered, I'd always get the other kids' hand-me-downs
with vomit and piss and... Ugh, it was horrible.
Anything? Nothing on the dental records.
Take a look at this. What about it? That's not Julia Roberts, is it?
Well, it could be. Take a look at the car.
Could be theirs. When we checked with the DVLA,
he didn't have a pale-blue Merc registered. Right.
This is his file on car insurance.
Not listed under HIS name, but a company he owns.
Mercedes, pale blue, circa 1983.
It's the same type of car Melissa Stephens was seen getting into.
I've been racking my brains
thinking if there was anything or anyone from my past
that might help your investigation,
but it was so long ago, I...
The only thing I can vaguely remember
is some guy who drove a large car.
What was his name? Erm... Peter.
No. Er, John... John, I think.
Such a long time ago, I can't remember. I was just a kid.
Anna, there's something I wanna show you.
I've never shown this to anyone before.
It's the only picture I've got of me as a child.
Frightened little boy, successful actor.
Face to face.
Mr Daniels, do you own a 1980s pale-blue Mercedes?
No. No, not any more. I did - it was one of my favourite cars.
You sold it? Ah, worse.
I was... I was going to
and then I had a prang in it, so that was that.
I sent it to the crushers. Did you get a receipt?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I did. It's here somewhere.
Er, it would take me a little while to find it.
Um... Better still,
why don't you just check with the company?
Ashton's in Hackney. We will. Thank you.
Anna, it's been a real pleasure meeting you.
SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE
ACTIVATES CAR ALARM
(SIGHS)
The boss is not a happy man.
FBI have got back to us. A woman's body was found in Chicago
coinciding with the period that Daniels was filming there.
When was that? February 2000.
Strangled with her own tights, hands tied with her bra,
identified as Thelma Delray, prostitute, aged 22.
Bye-bye. Was he in Cornwall when Melissa was killed?
Alan Daniels was booked for filming that entire week, but they were behind schedule, so -
He could have sneaked back up to London. It's possible.
Well, get back to them and confirm. When Daniels was in Chicago,
he did some chat show. We're getting a copy sent over.
Good. Get onto Michael Parkes, the profiler. I want him to see it.
Unless maybe Travis you'd like to take the disk home with you?
Yeah. Yeah, OK.
What? Ah, it's just that when we were leaving,
you and Mr Daniels seemed to be on very intimate terms.
Barbara... Yeah?
This photograph. Yeah, I got the picture from Teresa Booth's mother.
That's Teresa. Have a look at Beryl Villiers.
Who's that?
Guv, we've maybe got another link to the women knowing each other.
Villiers and Booth. Travis, on your bike.
I want you to interview Beryl Villiers' mother.
I don't know, you get all the perks. First Spain, now Nottingham...
All I get is his bloody laundry!
(What?)
DC Travis. Thanks for seeing me at such short notice.
That's all right. I'll just close up.
ENTRANCE BELL RINGS
Is this your daughter? Yes. That's Beryl...
when she was 17. She was gorgeous.
I've looked out some more for you, actually.
They only found out who she was
by tracing the number on her breast implants.
And the worst part of it was...
..what they wrote about her in the papers.
"Prostitute." Well, she was never arrested or charged with being one.
She and I had some difficulties.
Beryl was always very headstrong.
She left school and went to work in a local health club.
Did she ever mention somebody called Anthony Duffy?
(SIGHS) I hardly saw her after.
Not for want of trying, but... she got caught up with a bad crowd.
Especially this man at her gym.
Horrible man! John McDowell.
There he is.
He was to blame. She took off with him
and broke my heart. There was nothing I could do.
Out, out, out! (WOMAN SHRIEKS)
But it was him that got her on the drugs,
driving around in his big, flash car
like the sun shone out of him!
The last time I saw Beryl was seven years ago.
I hardly recognised her...
I had to bathe her like a child...
..and she had these marks.
Was she still with this McDowell?
He used her and dumped her.
She said she was going to London.
I never told anyone this.
I was too ashamed.
After she'd gone - taking jewellery, any money around -
under the bed...I found a syringe.
How could she do that to me?
But I still tried to find her. I...
(SIGHS)
There was an address left on a pad by my phone.
A London address? No, Manchester - Shalcott Street.
I went all the way there and this awful woman answered.
I said I wanted to speak to Beryl,
but she said she'd left and shut the door on my face.
Mrs Kenworth, I'd like to show you some photographs.
Tell me if you recognise any of them.
MOUSE CLICKS
That's...that's her. That's the woman.
She was a nasty piece of work.
WOMEN CHAT AND LAUGH
He's lying there in the middle, with all this bloody hair!
Paramedic come rushing in.
She was just lying there.
Fuck off! (LAUGHS)
So Mrs Kenworth confirmed that Barbara Whittle lived at Shalcott Street.
So did her daughter, Beryl Villiers.
Beryl's boyfriend also spent time there. His name's John McDowell.
Hang on. Paul, run me a check on John McDowell in Manchester.
This John McDowell, has he been questioned? Not according to her,
but I think it could be the same guy Daniels couldn't remember the name of. Daniels couldn't remember what?
The name of this guy - said he drove some flash car.
I think it could be the same guy, sir. John McDowell.
For Christ's sake, Travis! Why didn't you bloody tell me that before? I forgot, sir.
I'm sorry. It's just, with all the travelling and everything...
Hello? LINE GOES DEAD
(Shit!)
Horrible man - John McDowell.
He was to blame.
Johnny! # Ta-raa! #
It was him that got her on the drugs.
You and me - out. I'm not going anywhere.
Come out! WOMEN SHRIEK
Why would I want to come with you, anyway? Do what I tell you!
Get in. Get in! Fuck off!
Get in! No! (CRIES OUT)
Guv, this is John McDowell. Real charmer (!)
Quite a bit of previous.
'Two counts of GBH, both on women. Drug dealing.
Well known both amongst the Vice Squad and Drug Unit.'
No known current address. Get Manchester to get him in.
We're letting Daniels off the hook?
You think it could be the two of them?
Could be.
PHONE RINGS
Travis? MAN: "Hello, Anna." Who's this?
Don't you recognise my voice? "Er, no, I don't."
It's Alan. "Mr Daniels?" "Alan" - please.
"You don't mind me calling?" No, no. I've actually just walked in the door.
Can you just hang on a second?
Sorry about that.
There's a charity performance of Carmen at Sadler's Wells tomorrow night.
Would you like to come? The ballet. Well, I don't know what my work schedule is tomorrow.
"Well, when you know what it is, give us a call.
These tickets are like gold dust. Good night, Anna."
Mr Parkes, DCI Langton is ready for you.
Follow me. Sure. Thank you.
Profiler Michael Parkes is here. We've also got the interview with Daniels on American TV set up.
Give us a minute, Paul.
How did he get your number? Well, I didn't give it to him.
I'm in the phone book. When's it for?
Tonight. Some charity do, apparently. I thought, if I went,
maybe I could get something out of him.
If I was wired, or maybe a hidden camera... Don't talk crap, Travis.
"Wired, hidden cameras..." You watch too much TV (!)
Well, I've got to let him know. I'll think about it.
"Rosa, it's great to see you."
"You look fantastic." "Oh, thank you."
"It's great to be here, but I'm pretty sure half your audience haven't got a clue who I am."
"Well, I'm sure all of Chicago is going to know who you are
after Blue Diamond..." "Well, I've got to say..."
Joan, I've got Mrs Thornton on the phone for you. Thank you.
Hello, Mrs Thornton? Thank you for getting back to me.
Yes, I'm trying to get hold of your husband, Roger Thornton.
Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.
No, I didn't realise you'd recently separated.
"I always remember wanting to travel."
This is a murder inquiry, Mrs Thornton.
"Great travellers and..." No, he's not a suspect.
"As an actor, the fact that I can go all over the world
and get paid to do what I love is pretty fantastic."
"You are certainly a lucky man." "I certainly am."
"Let me ask you something: how do you feel about watching yourself on film?"
"You know, I've got a lot of actor friends who claim
they don't like watching themselves,
but honestly, I haven't got a problem with it."
"If I looked like you, I wouldn't have a problem with it, either!"
"No, seriously, I watch to learn. I really do."
If you could get back to me within the next hour, that would be great.
Thank you, Mrs Thornton. Thank you for your time. Goodbye.
"Let's just sit back and enjoy.
Oh... We seem to have some technical problem.
Oh... You must have some enemies out there!
Oh, we don't need film. We've got the real thing right here.
Tell me, you play a master -" "Jewel thief, yes.
Yes, that's right, but not a very good one.
On my first day of filming, I picked up the blue diamond
- which had taken months to make, I may add -
and I properly dropped it." "(LAUGHS)"
"And it smashed on the floor into thousands of pieces
and believe you me, I was not very popular."
"Oh, I am not surprised!
But you're lucky you weren't proposing to anyone with that ring.
But let me ask you: have you ever proposed to anyone?"
"Well, I've...been close,
but at the moment, actually,
I'm still searching for that perfect woman.
When I find her, I promise you'll be the first to know.
But seriously, who'd want to marry an English actor?"
"Well, let's put that to our studio audience.
Who'd want to marry an English actor? Alan Daniels - anybody want him?"
LAUGHTER AND CHEERING
"Gentlemen, put your hands down. You're not included this time.
Well, I think they love you out there and I wholeheartedly agree.
I think that you're fabulous. I think this film is very exciting.
It's wonderful." "I'm just very grateful somebody wants to employ me."
"I'm grateful that you found time to visit with us on Afternoon Chicago.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Alan Daniels."
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE "Thank you very much."
"Oh!" Play it again, Carl.
Could he be our man? I couldn't honestly tell you.
I need to know how much risk I'll be exposing Travis to
if I let her do this.
Well, if Alan Daniels is your man,
in his arrogance, he may have earmarked Anna as his next victim.
Well, keep that particular theory to yourself.
Do you think she can get anything from him?
She might. His ego is such
that he'll believe he's above suspicion
and he might just let something slip.
So, Anna, apparently he showed you a photograph in his wallet?
Yes.
He drew you in close to him
by saying he'd never shown it to anyone before?
Yes. So he was able to create an instant bond with you? Tried to.
What you have to do is to use that.
Try to draw him out. You just might get him to miscalculate.
Are you still up for it?
Call him. What, now?
No, tomorrow, Travis, when the ballet's over (!)
There's his number.
You might need to get your hair done.
Got a frock? Frock?
Yes. You know - something dressy.
Yeah, don't worry. I'll make an effort.
RINGING TONE
(CLEARS THROAT)
RINGING CONTINUES
"Hello?" Hello, Alan?
"Yes. Who is this?" It's Anna.
Anna Travis. "Hello, Anna."
Duffy, Daniels... She locked me in a cupboard under the stairs.
That doesn't make me a killer.
Well, do you think he is innocent? I think he might be, sir.
This guy, John McDowell, they found...
one of the victims' handbags in his flat.
Are you trying to tell me that Kathleen Keegan's dead, as well?
I haven't seen this slag for ten years.
Mr Daniels is helping the police
in connection with the murder of Melissa Stephens.
It's time you either charged my client or released him.
This is all nonsense. All nonsense. REPORTERS CLAMOUR
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