These seven women have all been murdered in the same way
over a 12-year period.
You're saying that the sick bastard bit her tongue?!
Remember who told you about Anthony Duffy.
Joan only reckons Duffy's the actor Alan Daniels.
This is John McDowell. Two counts of GBH, both on women.
It's been a real pleasure meeting you.
You think it could be the two of them? Could be.
I had a phone call last night. Alan Daniels asking me to some ballet.
McDowell! I wanna talk to you! Piss off!
Come on, then.
Get down there!
DRONE OF HAIR DRYER I've done fuck-all! Bastards!
Hello, who is it? "It's your boss." Come in.
INTERCOM BUZZES
KNOCK AT DOOR
What are you doing here? Keeping an eye on you.
Give us a twirl. (TUTS) It's going back tomorrow.
Too right, it is.
I want you to be absolutely clear where we're going with this.
You follow Parks' advice. You offer up a few case details to Daniels.
You flatter him. You try and draw him out.
And you take absolutely no risks whatsoever. You understand?
Good.
I'll have a drop of that.
The car should be here in about ten minutes.
Good luck.
Good evening, Anna. You look absolutely beautiful.
Thank you.
That's a very elegant outfit.
Really? Yeah. Thanks.
I got it for half price. Wore it in a movie.
Now, these... Well, these I'm not so sure about.
What do you think? Oh, they're lovely.
Yeah, lovely. Rent-a-frock.
Did you have any problem leaving work early today?
No, I said it was a family matter.
Naughty! Told a fib.
Well, I don't think my boss would appreciate me seeing you socially.
Why? Surely I'm not still a suspect?
No, of course not. Just the fact that you've been questioned.
It means it's not entirely appropriate for me to be seen out with you.
So why did you agree to come out tonight?
Big fan of the ballet. Aah!
And you, Mr Daniels.
It's Alan, for God's sake.
And thank you for agreeing to come out tonight.
You really do look beautiful!
We're going to have a fantastic evening - I promise.
Yeah, I look forward to it.
CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK
REPORTERS FIRE QUESTIONS Good to see you.
BARRAGE OF QUESTIONS
HUM OF CONVERSATION SUBSIDES
# GEORGES BIZET: Habanera from Carmen
# L'oiseau que tu croyais surprendre
# Battit de l'aile et s'envola
# L'amour est loin tu peux l'attendre
# Tu ne l'attends plus, il est la
# Tu crois le tenir, il t'evite
# Tu crois l'eviter, il te tient
# L'amour
# L'amour est enfant de Boheme
# Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi
# Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime
# Si je t'aime, prends garde a toi
# Si je t'aime
# Prends garde a toi
# L'amour est enfant de Boheme
# Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi
# Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime
# Si je t'aime, prends garde a toi
# Garde a toi
# Si tu ne m'aimes pas
# Je t'aime # Garde a toi
# Si je t'aime
# Prends garde a toi #
Yes, it is him. MAN: Happy birthday!
Happy birthday! Cheers.
I shouldn't be telling you all this. I've drunk too much champagne.
We should never talk about the cases we're working on.
I find it really hard to believe this guy has got away with it,
and even harder to believe that you don't have a single clue to his identity.
I mean, that said, it's bloody terrifying to think
you actually had me questioned and, for a minute there...
Thank you. ..thought that I might be involved.
The man must be a bloody monster.
He's also very intelligent. He never leaves any DNA. No fingerprints - nothing.
(MOUTHS)
Christ! How many people has he killed? Eight.
That's including the American murder.
That's another reason why you were questioned.
You were in America at the same time.
My boss has been through all the dead files.
Ah. Now I understand.
Alan, if you were to be questioned again,
you mustn't mention any of this.
I could get into terrible trouble.
Of course, I wouldn't say it to a soul!
Why would they want to re-question me? I thought you said I wasn't a suspect. You're not.
You lived at Shalcott Street, and so did most of the victims.
It's just... it's a terrible coincidence.
Shalcott Street.
All I've ever done...
..is try to block that from my memory.
Is that such a crime? No.
DINERS CHAT AND LAUGH
I was just a little boy...
..brought up in a brothel.
She'd lock me in a cupboard under the stairs, but...
..but that doesn't make me a killer.
Why are they doing this to me?
God! Bloody Shalcott Street! I...
I'm sorry. I promised you a good evening and...
Excuse me, Mr Daniels. Can I have your autograph, please? Erm...
Yes, yes, of course. Thank you.
MOBILE SMS ALERT It's a pleasure. I loved your movie. Oh, I'm glad.
There you go. Have a lovely evening. Thank you.
Work. Hmm.
Alan, this has been lovely, but I've got an early call tomorrow, so...
Look, Alan, I really wouldn't worry.
They've got a new suspect.
Between you and me - this guy, John McDowell.
They found one of the victims' handbags in his flat.
(SIGHS)
Thank you. Thank you!
Sorry.
Thank you for tonight. No, no, no. Thank you.
Thank you so much. Good night.
Go walkies!
Get in!
Let me out!
GLASS SMASHES / NO AUDIBLE SPEECH
DOG HOWLS
INTERCOM BUZZES PERSISTENTLY
Yes? "It's me, Langton."
INTERCOM BUZZES
Did you get the text? Yeah. You told him about the handbag?
I was supposed to, wasn't I? Yes. How did he react?
What did he say about McDowell? He just said that it proved he was innocent.
Went on about his childhood all night. I mean...
Well, do you think he is innocent?
I think he might be, sir.
Oh. "He might be", might he?
Is that because you had a hot session with him?
A hot what, sir?
The driver reported he was all over you like a rash.
The driver? Mm-hm.
Oh, undercover, was he? Yep. Terrific (!) That's just great, sir.
Thanks (!) Come on, we had to protect you somehow. Protect me? By telling me everything (?)
He also mentioned you drank an awful lot of champagne.
I had one glass, sir! No, you had more. Travis!
Sorry. God, you smell nice.
(CLEARS THROAT)
We'll pick this up in the morning, all right?
Good night.
DOOR SLAMS
APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS Good morning!
I heard you had a good night. It's him! It's Langton!
He scratched my car - again!
God, I think I'm in love!
Do you know any of these women, Mr McDowell? Yeah, I know them.
Can you explain to me why handbags belonging to them were found in your flat? No.
Do you recognise any of these? No.
Well, it's a squat. People are in and out all the time.
You'd be surprised what I've woke up with.
They could have been dumped by anybody. I've never seen 'em.
(SOBS)
Are you trying to tell me that Kathleen Keegan's dead, as well?
(GASPS)
I'm being set up for something here.
Look, I admit having the drugs in the car,
but I've never seen this slag for ten years!
You have stated that you were only at Lillian Duffy's house in Shalcott Street -
A couple of times, yeah.
So did you ever see her son Anthony Duffy there?
Sometimes, but then he was always being yanked away to foster care
and the bitch would drag him back again.
So when was the last time you saw him?
Around the time she was strangled.
She deserved it. We all reckoned he'd done it.
Why did you reckon that? He had more reason than anyone else.
Well, she knocked him about.
You just told me that you only went to Shalcott Street a couple of times.
From what you say, you seem to have been a regular visitor.
I was down on my luck. I lost my club, I lost my car -
Yeah, yeah! Shalcott Street.
When I was in need of a doss, that's where I went.
But when did you say was the last time you saw Anthony Duffy?
Oh, Jesus! (SIGHS)
20 years ago... He might be dead now, for all I know!
So you haven't been in contact with him over the past few months?
You're not listening!
I just said I haven't seen him for 20 years.
I'm not feeling very well.
(SIGHS) Need a break?
I need a bottle of vodka, but I doubt you'll give it to me (!)
They also found a suitcase full of women's underwear at your place.
Not "women's".
One woman.
Beryl.
I kept them. I loved her.
I was working in Manchester when she was killed.
Broke my heart.
Look, I don't know anything, you know.
My mind's gone. It's not what it was.
I just work the door at the pub.
I'm paid with drinks.
Do you know this girl?
She's a looker... but I don't know her.
Where were you on the 7th of June this year?
Oh, Jesus! Holy God!
My mind's shut!
Remember...
I know exactly where I was on June 7th.
It's my birthday.
Where were you, Mr McDowell?
Held in Solihull Police Station for drunk driving!
(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)
(CONTINUES TO LAUGH)
BUZZ OF CONVERSATION
He may have done the honours, but McDowell's in the clear for Melissa.
He was in Solihull bloody nick at the time!
Why you couldn't have found that out before he was dragged down here -
I've traced him! What?
Daniel's unit driver. He's been in Madagascar driving Russell Crowe.
Is there a bloody point to this, Joan?
He says he drove Daniels to London. He was here when Melissa was killed.
Right. We pick him up first thing in the morning.
We search his place again. We rip it apart!
My receipts for last night, sir.
CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK Is Alan Daniels the only suspect?
Mr Daniels is helping the police
in connection with the murder of Melissa Stephens.
REPORTERS FIRE QUESTIONS
This is all nonsense. It's all nonsense.
BARRAGE OF QUESTIONS CONTINUES
Right, gentlemen. I want this place taken apart. Let's get on it.
We'd better find something after putting him through that.
Did he know we were tipped off? What do you think?
Is he going to be charged with murder?
Alan, I'm sorry I couldn't get here earlier.
I've been held up by traffic. It's getting ridiculous.
They've taken everything - my scarf, tie, shoes, shoelaces, cuff links...
You've got to get me out of here - full stop. (TUTS) I might not be able to do that, Alan.
Right, Mr Radcliff. Gentlemen, please take a seat.
18th July, 2008 and the time is 10:05am.
Was your unit driver Roger Thornton?
Yes, I believe he was.
Mr Thornton has given us a statement
saying that he drove you from Cornwall
to your flat in Earls Court on June 6th
and subsequently collected you for the drive back to Cornwall
on June 8th. He said you did not use him for the 7th.
So on the evening of June 7th, did you drive your Mercedes?
Very possible.
Did you give Melissa Stephens a lift? No, I didn't!
Get in! No!
HOLLOW TAPPING
Paul!
Do you know a John McDowell, Mr Daniels?
From Manchester?
Ring any bells? Yes. Yes, that's him,
the...the man I was telling Travis about.
When did you see him last? Oh, that's a good question.
Erm, it's gotta be at least...
What, 16? No, probably longer - 20 years ago.
And...what kind of man was he?
From what I can remember, flashy, loud-mouthed, wore terrible suits, nasty ties...
Rang a string of tarts from his health clubs. He was always visiting her place.
Whose place?
Er... Lillian Duffy's. Lillian Duffy.
Who's she?
She was a... (CLEARS THROAT) Excuse me.
She was a prostitute. She ran the house in Shalcott Street as a brothel.
He was always there, doing drugs. Apparently, too many - he's now a complete addict.
Were you born Anthony Duffy?
(SIGHS) Yes.
Is the woman in this picture of you as a child...
..Lillian Duffy, your mother?
There you go. Is this your mother, Mr Daniels?
(LOW) Yes.
Whether I'd describe her as a mother or not, that's a different matter.
Your mother was murdered. Right? Yeah, I was informed she had been.
A bit more than that, Mr Daniels.
You were arrested and questioned.
Your mother had previously alleged - No! - that you had attacked her.
No! No, that's not correct.
I was released. There were never any charges brought against me.
You've just maintained that you haven't seen McDowell for 20 years,
but that when you did know him, he was successful, running health clubs. Yes.
So how do you know, 20 years later, he's a drug addict?
Foregone conclusion, mate.
He was always out of his head - drink or drugs, take your pick.
How do you know his present circumstances?
It was a wild guess.
I put it to you that you've seen McDowell recently.
And I put it to you, pal,
that you're trying to stitch me up on this. Why not ask Anna Travis?
She said you found three victims' handbags
in McDowell's place.
We have a tape recording of exactly what Detective Constable Travis told you.
She told you that we found
ONE handbag in McDowell's place.
How did you know there were three?
Could you please explain to me, Mr Daniels,
why you stated that three handbags were discovered - No.
No, I won't.
If you've got a fucking recording of everything that bitch said to me,
you'll know what I said. Bag, bags - what's the bloody difference?
Alan, just calm down.
I think, Detective Chief Inspector Langton,
it's time you either charged my client, or released him.
As far as I can ascertain, you have no evidence, no witness
and no proof whatsoever,
- bar the fact his mother ran a brothel and abused him -
that my client has any connections with these murders!
KNOCK AT DOOR
Excuse me.
For the benefit of the tape, DCI Langton is leaving the room
at 1600 hours.
DOOR CLOSES
No, no, no... This is all lies.
This is lies. Do something about it.
I'm innocent! This is going to destroy me!
We'll take out an injunction. DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
DCI Langton has just re-entered the room at 16:01.
Melissa Stephens's handbag.
One of the many trophies found in Mr Daniels' apartment. Please sit down.
Sit down, please.
SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC
Mr Daniels, I am now going to question you
in regard to the murder of Melissa Stevens.
I want...
..Anna Travis.
I don't want HIM sitting opposite me!
You don't have a choice - You won't get another word out of me
unless she's facing me at this table - not you!
Do you understand? That is the deal.
Why does he want to speak to me?
He wants to get inside your head.
It's not going to be pleasant,
but I think we can get a confession out of him this way.
OK? OK.
Mike will pass the photographs over to you in order of the victims' murders.
If you think you're going to come unstuck, give him a signal. A tap on the knee, or something.
The last thing we want is for him to go down the "No comment" route.
If that happens, we're looking at months on the case. OK?
You follow protocol. Don't forget to caution him again.
I'll be right there with you.
It's imperative we get a full, detailed confession to these murders.
All right. Give me a minute.
Does she know what she's letting herself in for?
If she screws up, the press will have a field day.
You er... think she can handle it, boss?
Course she can. She's Jack Travis's girl.
Could you please tell me what your relationship was
with the victim Lillian Duffy?
You know what it was, Anna. It's DC Travis...
..and for the tape, I require you to tell me.
Who was she?
The bitch that gave birth to me.
When I was five, she put me in a bath of scalding-hot water.
She said she didn't mean to hurt me - she was drunk.
The burns festered, and one of her bitches took me to Casualty.
They sent round the Social Services.
She told them I'd run the bath myself.
When they left, she beat the living daylights out of me for causing trouble.
She said, if I ever told anyone,
she'd drown me next time. I had a terror of baths.
Did you kill your - Don't fucking interrupt me!
I'm giving you your motive, you stupid bitch! If you want it, you'll listen!
I went to school with bruises and broken arms, legs, teeth...
She'd say, "He fell downstairs."
If I were really sick, she'd put me in a cupboard for days without food or water.
Whatever condition I were in, she could always lie her way out of it
and say I'd done it to myself. Would you tell me -
SLAMS HAND ON TABLE
She wouldn't let me go...
..because she could make money out of me.
Do you know how she made money
out of a seven-year-old boy, her own son?
I were raped for money.
She'd turn me up and watch men...
..rape me.
I was seven!
But you know what?
You know what?
I think I inherited her talent for acting.
Oh, she could give an Oscar-winning performance of motherly love (!)
I had to wait a long...long time, yeah?
..before I were old enough and strong enough.
Before she were frightened of ME!
Now...
Now we get to the good part, yeah?
The night I killed her. Whilst having sexual intercourse with her?
Oh, yeah, I fucked her!
Made sure she were watching me.
Tied her hands behind her back,
sitting astride her like she were a donkey!
And then I rolled her over...
..and I wound round her neck
her stinking, dripping tights...
..and I watched the light go out of her eyes.
I was still inside her when she died.
She were my first.
Did you retain any keepsake? What?
On the night Lillian Duffy was murdered,
did you take anything from her?
Oh, I see where you're going with this.
Fucking brilliant! Very good! Very proud of you.
Hey, very insightful (!)
Yeah, I did. Her handbag.
Make-up, a few quid...
I used to make myself up with her stuff.
It were a turn-on, you know. Why was that, Mr Daniels?
(AS ANNA) Why was that, Mr Daniels?
Why was that, Mr Daniels?
I'll tell you, Anna.
Because it reminded me of watching her die!
Do you still have her handbag?
Erm...no. Not hers.
A few others, but you know that, don't you?
I hid hers in that drunk McDowell's squat.
Could you identify this woman for me, please?
(CHUCKLES)
Kathleen "Fat Fuck" Keegan.
She were a disgusting old bitch,
and that's a flattering photograph!
She weighed 18 stone, the bloated dripper.
An even worse piece of shit than my mother.
Did you kill Kathleen Keegan?
Oh, Anna...
You bet your sweet little pussy I did.
I'm now going to question you on the murder of Melissa Stephens.
Melissa? Yeah, she were my first young one. It's because she recognised me. I had to.
I just thought she were a prostitute, standing on the pavement.
She wasn't, though, was she? She was a young student.
It's Alan Daniels, isn't it? Missed your last tube home?
Yeah, I did. Well, I'll give you a lift, if you like.
Thanks. Jump in.
So, where's home? Islington.
Islington it'll be, then.
'I didn't want to do her, but she knew me!
She gave me no choice!'
Why have we stopped?
What are you doing?
(CRIES OUT REPEATEDLY)
'Yeah, she were lovely.
Oh, she were beautiful!
Oh, God! Her body were perfect.
Firm, yet soft to the touch.
Clean...
So pretty...'
(MOANS)
(SCREAMS)
(GROANS) (MUFFLED SCREAMS)
(CRIES OUT IN AGONY)
That's when I...I kissed her.
You didn't kiss her. You bit out her tongue, you sick bastard!
Was that to stop her screaming?
Don't fucking talk to me like that, you bitch!
Sit down, Mr Daniels.
You were next.
Kathleen Keegan, Mary Murphy, Barbara Whittle,
Beryl Villiers, Sandra Donaldson,
Teresa Booth...
(SIGHS) Thelma Delray.
What about the other Americans, yeah? Where are THEIR photographs?
Sadie Zadine... Marla Courtney...
Ah, you didn't know about them! Did you?
Where's my beautiful Melissa?
Where is she? What have you done with her?
Ah, there she is!
Hello.
Jesus, God!
They're all mine. For the tape,
are you admitting to murdering all these women, Mr Daniels?
Oh, yes.
But I don't wanna talk any more.
I'm tired. I wanna sleep.
I wanna sleep.
Interview is completed.
It's 10:05pm.
Mr Daniels, please...
Well done, girl.
(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)
Ladies and gentlemen!
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
Great work, everyone!
(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)
Well done, Travis. We keep him here tonight,
then it's over to the Magistrates' Court first thing in the morning.
There'll be a lot of press outside.
DRAMATIC MUSIC
Do you want to have dinner tonight?
Dinner?
Yeah - with me.
Nod for a yes, shake for a no.
Boss! BOSS! Downstairs - now.
Christ knows where he hid it. He was checked out!
What a fucking mess! Is he still alive?
I think so, sir. We've called an ambulance.
(COUGHS)
(LABOURED BREATHING)
He's gone.
LOW CONVERSATION
DOOR OPENS
MURMURS SUBSIDE
Someone's gonna pay for this,
so you better make sure our house is in order.
PCA will be all over it...
..and I don't intend to be their sacrificial lamb.
SIREN WAILS
You OK?
Your father would've been proud of you.
What a fucking mess!
So I guess that's dinner off, then?
Maybe next week? Yeah, maybe it's not such a good idea, sir.
It was only dinner, Travis!
No, it wasn't.
Good night.
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