Above Suspicion (2009–2012): Season 4, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

All I can tell you is
the victim has been identified

as the actress Amanda Delany.

Sorry, you didn't make commander.
What kept coming up

was that botched investigation
into that Fitzpatrick character.

MAN: As from this morning,
the murder inquiry will be led

by Detective Chief Superintendent
Langton. So he didn't get promotion.

Amanda was...promiscuous.

Anyone who might have had
a grievance against her?

One of her boyfriends
or one of their wives.

Confirmation that these actors -
Scott Myers,

Rupert Mitchell and Sean O'Dell -
all had an affair with our victim.



She was pregnant whilst filming
The Mansion. No way was it mine.

But most importantly,
there is a possibility

that she was writing
some sort of autobiography.

She might have been about to publish
something inflammatory.

She was maybe gonna change agent.

I haven't been paid anything
for that movie.

The bitch is stealing from me.

What was that? There it is.
It's a crucifix.

(CRIES)

I want to find out exactly who it was
that stitched me up.

But not one of your old team would
do that. I intend to find out.

(EXPLOSIONS)

Argh! Help me! Help me!

(GUNFIRE)



MAN: Cut!

(APPLAUSE)

Fifth take.

She weighs a tonne.

MAN: Save the flame
just in case we go again.

You're here about Amanda.
I am.

Yeah, take a seat.

Thanks. Couldn't believe it
when I read about it.

If there's anything I can think
of that'll be any help, I'm ready.

I loved her to pieces.

Where were you
the night she was killed, Mr O'Dell?

I was here filming.
Everybody here can vouch for that.

I haven't seen her in a while.

I suppose, you know, we'd split up.

I mean, we were an item.

According to the press, about to get
married, which was total bullshit.

It was sex and that was it.

Did you know that shortly after
working with you on The Mansion,

she had an abortion?
The first I've heard of it.

Could the baby have been yours?
Mine?

No way. I'm a good Catholic boy
and I'm against abortion.

Did you er...ever own a crucifix
or have seen one like that?

No.

Look at the photo, please.

It was used in your movie.

Wait, wait, wait.

It was a while ago. We might have
used it in The Mansion.

I don't exactly remember
if that was the same one.

What was done to her?
She was stabbed multiple times.

Jesus! She didn't deserve that.

She had a toy rabbit.
Do you ever recall seeing it? Yeah.

Horrible thing.
Bald with floppy ears.

She used to keep her skunk
inside it. Well, it's missing.

Did you ever own a key
to her mews house? No.

What do you think - I went in there
and nicked her rabbit?

She left you, didn't she,
for Rupert Mitchell?

Yeah.

I introduced her to him.
We were out clubbing

and he was there with his wife.
Did that make you jealous?

What I didn't like was the press
crawling all over me like a rash.

It didn't make any difference to me.

Besides, I'd already met
my new girlfriend - French actress.

Oh, it looks like I'm needed.

Right. Well, thanks very much
for your time, Mr O'Dell.

Yeah, been a pleasure.
Thanks.

Just leave it, will you?
Hurts like hell.

Morning. I'm Detective Chief
Superintendent James Langton.

I'd like to ask you a few questions,
if I may?

Did you ever go to Miss Delany's
mews house? No.

So this intimate relationship -
where did it take place?

I booked a hotel.

Were you aware
that Amanda had been pregnant?

Pregnant?
Yes. She had an abortion

shortly after she finished filming
The Mansion.

Well, I guess that leaves me
off the paternity suit.

I'm sorry.

We never really began seeing
each other till that movie was over.

Sorry to interrupt.

Darling, your driver's here.

Honey, this is Detective Chief
Superintendent... James Langton.

My wife, Helen.

If you'll excuse me.

Mr Mitchell, at your convenience,
we'll require your DNA and prints

for elimination purposes.

The night that Amanda Delany
was killed, your husband -

Didn't get home until midnight.

I made him a snack and went to bed.

Did you ever meet Miss Delany?

It was rather public knowledge
they were seeing each other

but I never met her.

The press were constantly outside
our house.

I'm certain they were tipped off
by her -

they seemed to know exactly
what time Rupert would be home.

Did you ever go to her mews house?
I just said I never met her.

I never go to the film set.

She made my life hell
when I really need it to be calm.

The stress almost gave me
a nervous breakdown.

Did Amanda ever mention to you
that she was writing a book?

What on earth would Amanda be
writing a book about?

An autobiography - perhaps naming
the father of the child she aborted.

Mr James.
Yeah?

The night Amanda Delany was killed -
I've already given a statement.

I took Miss Delany home
around 10:00,

returned back to the film set,

waited for Mr Mitchell
to be released,

then bought him back here
just after midnight.

That's very succinct. Thank you.

I'm so scared.

Why did he do it?

He was just completely out of it.
He had trouble getting it up.

Probably sold the fucking computer
to get his gear.

And you have got to promise me
to stay straight.

We are going to make a shed load
of money after the funeral.

But when will we know
we can bury him? Not Dan, you idiot.

Amanda's funeral.
I've got to learn my poem for it.

Where have you hidden it?

It's safe.
But what if he comes back for it?

Well, I've got enough on him to make
him shit himself. He won't dare.

He's done a runner.
Gone to Amsterdam.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hello there. Is Jeannie in?

It's detectives for you.

Hello again, Jeannie.
This is DS Paul Barolli.

Do you want to take us through
what happened to Dan? Yeah, OK.

We didn't get back
till early morning.

We knocked on his bedroom door
but he wouldn't answer.

We pushed the door
and it felt really heavy.

Then we found him - needle still
sticking out of his arm.

Oh, it was terrible. We called
an ambulance straight away.

He left the party early.
We thought he wasn't in the mood -

a bit depressed
about Amanda and that.

I mean, he was on methadone,
hadn't touched heroin for months.

Why he did this to himself -
He loved her, we all did.

And finding the rent now? I dunno.
Where's the computer gone?

I think he must have flogged it
to get the gear.

Yeah. That's right.

Was it expensive?
Amanda bought it for Dan.

They liked playing games.

(LAUGHS)
The crowd goes wild!

Yeah, all right.

This can be your prize.

Well, they did.

Sean O'Dell is off the hook.
The whole unit can confirm it.

Same with Rupert Mitchell.
His driver was very keen

to let me know that Mitchell was home
by midnight.

And so all three of them have alibis.

Helen Mitchell
is a very attractive woman.

What the hell would he see
in Amanda Delany?

Would you like me to tell you?
No.

Sex combined with
a needy personality.

I know a few men whose lives
have been screwed up because of that.

So what do you like, then?
Drunk or sober?

WOMAN: One toasted chicken
and bacon sandwich, no tomatoes.

Do you need anything else?
No. Thanks, Barbara.

I'll get my own lunch, thanks.

Gov, re the references
to Amanda Delany's accusations

about being ripped off, I've
contacted her agent, Miss Lesser,

and asked for account details.
She has power of attorney.

Any idea how much Amanda was worth?
A lot.

?250,000 in a Coutts account
for starters.

At the age of 24?
We're in the wrong business, Joan.

Has anybody managed to make contact
with the publishers? Not yet.

But Josh Lyons came up
on Amanda's iPad.

'Golden Arrow'
is his publishing company

but we're having trouble
tracking him down.

It's not the only thing
we're having trouble tracking down -

the bloody CCTV footage
from the mews.

Where the hell is Paul?
At the victim's mews now. Right.

Barbara, can you get me Amanda's iPad
and a cup of coffee, please?

Thank you. Oh, and...

Can someone clear Sam Power's medals,
whatever, out of that office

so I can use it? Thank you.

(PHONES RINGING)

Good news or the bad news?

Dan Hutchins
was pumped full of heroin.

Looked self-inflicted,
needle still in his vein.

Couldn't find any gear, though.
Bit odd. And the computer's missing.

The girls reckoned Dan
sold the computer to buy drugs.

Both looked off their heads, though.
Is this the good news?

No. They found this by his side.

Mike, we've really got to get
a search warrant for this place.

You two go and grab lunch.
I'm going to show this to the boss.

No, no, no. I'll take.
Got a few things to check out.

Mike brought this in. Dan Hutchins
had an identical crucifix.

Joan's contacting
the costume designer.

How many bloody crucifixes
did they have in that film?

Hopefully just the two.

Better not lose this -
Travis's accelerated promotion form.

Accelerated promotion?
Yeah, fast track.

She'll be reviewed
by all the big wigs.

Which ones?

I'm not sure, but I do know that
Deputy Commissioner Waters

is overseeing the panel.

Well, that's...

..interesting.

Joan?
Yeah.

Has he been at my desk?
Er...yeah.

Andrea Lesser is in interview one.

And we got through to
the publishing company.

Josh Lyons' PA
expects him in this afternoon.

Who's taking the interview?
Lewis is, with Langton. Great.

All my papers are mixed up.
Where's Barolli?

Back at the victim's mews,
poor love.

Still trying to get access to
the CCTV footage from the Russians.

Langton keeps on having a go at him.

Have you seen Miss Delany's will?
Yes, I have.

We need to know
who the beneficiaries are.

I suggested she use the solicitors
Marchbank and Crawley,

since they have done
a considerable amount of work

for certain clients of mine.

Amanda, I have to say, was in the
habit of changing certain bequests,

but I had no reason to discuss
any alterations with her

over the past three months.
We also require details

of Miss Delany's finances
over the past six months.

You will find that all of
her accounts are in excellent order,

up to date on all her tax
and VAT payments.

Can you explain to us how money
paid to Miss Delany reaches you?

The film companies
would pay the fee to my agency.

I would deduct my commission
and then forward her payment.

So all monies paid to Miss Delany
are first paid to you?

You have to understand that there
are always delays with payments

and collecting artist's residuals.

When I rang the film company,
they assured me

that the payment was on its way.

What she insinuated
was wrong and deeply insulting.

Which was what, exactly?

That there was money missing.

She's a bloody liar.

Excuse me. My space.
Could you move your car immediately?

Are you Josh Lyons?

Oh! Look, I have -

DI Anna Travis. I'm investigating
the murder of Amanda Delany.

Shit. Sorry.

Look, you can park there.
I'll be with you immediately.

'I first met her at a night club.'

It was a new club called Soho Vice.
Predominantly gay after 11:00.

That's not to say that I am.
They just have a great cabaret show,

and stunning waiters
stripped to the waist,

plus some rather tacky
topless waitresses

that work mostly the VIP room.
I gave her my card.

I'm sorry, when was this?
Couple of months ago.

You know, she was a real star,
in the press every few minutes.

I don't offer deals lightly.
She as with that actor, Sean O'Dell.

I think he had enough up his nose.

In fact, he was quite rude.
He told me to fuck off.

Unbelievable.
She came here to your office?

No. We went to Le Caprice for lunch.

What I said to her
was that we needed to know

that she would be able to
come up with the goods.

Know what I mean?
We were about to draw up a contract.

Oh, God, can you imagine
what that would be worth to us now?

Sorry, that does sound terrible,
but, well...

Who else knew that she was
writing this book for you?

She didn't want anyone to know,
especially not her agent.

We often keep authors' names
under wraps,

but she was very insistent upon it.

When was the last time you saw her?

Couple of weeks later.
We met at her old flat.

She didn't want to come
to the office, and, well,

I wasn't prepared
to pay for another lunch.

Got it all in here.
I write in it every day.

See. And I've got poetry as well.

I want that in it, too.
I am going to be totally honest.

We're not that interested
in the poetry, darling.

Like I said before,
what we need is material

that makes it worth my while
to give you a publishing deal.

Now, don't worry about
upsetting anyone, sweetheart.

You just leave that to the lawyers.

You want big money, then give me
the goods. Understand me?

You'll get them, I promise.

A lot of people
deserve payback time.

I'll get a chapter written
and send it over to you.

But you know my stipulations.
No-one's to know about this,

or it's over, all right?

Listen, sweetheart,
the element of surprise

is what we make big sales with,

but you'll agree to promotional
interviews on publication.

When this comes out,
I'll have to go into hiding!

I'll have to change my name.
You want me to name names?

You are gonna get them -
a shed load.

But I want big money.
No less than half a million.

(CUPS CLATTERING)

Do you want one?

I told you to stay out
this afternoon. Sorry. Overslept.

You're certain that she had this
five-year diary in her possession

the last time you saw her?
Oh, yes.

She hugged it to her. It had a
pink leather cover, thick like this.

Place was squalid. Hard to believe
that with all that money and fame

that she ever lived there.

Not to speak ill of the poor girl,

but what she showed me
was not worth publishing.

To be totally honest,
I doubted she'd ever deliver.

You er...never went
to her mews house did you?

No. She did ring me that evening,
accusing me of stealing her diary.

She was rather hyper. I told her
she probably it left in the flat.

I never saw her again.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Get you out of bed, did I?

Have I done something
I shouldn't have?

No. I just wanted to see how it went
with the publishing company.

Erm...my dad used to do that.

Yeah, I remember.

So...how was it?

Well, I didn't get back until late.

I've typed up the report
ready for the morning.

Amanda was hoping for a deal,
for a lot of money,

but I doubt from what Mr Lyons said
that it was ever going to come off.

He didn't think she was capable.
But he was positive

about a five-year diary.
He described it having a pink cover.

But it wasn't found at the mews.

So another personal item
that's gone missing.

Mr Lyons thinks that she could have
left it at the basement flat.

I've suggested that we get a warrant
for that place.

Well, follow it through.

Got any ice?

Sure.
Thanks.

Have you got any crisps?

Yes.

Thanks.

How well do you know
Deputy Commissioner Michael Waters?

Well, I know who he is, obviously.

And when did you two discuss
the fiasco of the Fitzpatrick case?

What?

I didn't want it to be you
of all people.

Wait, you-you think that I -
Scuppered my promotion? Yes, I do.

The question is - why did you do it?
You're so ambitious to get your own?

I know that you've been fast tracked.

Is that what you were doing
going through my desk?

No, I was just eating my lunch

without having Sam Power's athletic
prowess shoved down my throat

with all his bloody plaques and cups.

So I used your desk. You think I'd
sift through your bloody homework?

You think that I spoke to Waters
about the Fitzpatrick case?

You really think I would do that?
Especially after all your warnings.

You said to me that
anybody involved in that case

could lose their career.

You told me to bury it. Remember?
So I buried it.

And then you sent me out
on all these mindless cases -

anything that you're not working on.

You completely keep your distance
from me.

I hardly saw you.
I thought you blamed me.

I was the Superintendent, Anna.
Any blame -

What about Lewis? Or Barolli?
Or Joan? I mean, we were all there.

Is everyone under suspicion?
Or is it just me?

I need to know, Anna.

You have no idea
how much I care about you.

That you could even think that...

Well, maybe you've no idea what it
means to me to lose this promotion.

Now, I am not and never have been
a fast track officer

with a university degree behind him.

I came up the hard way -
from uniform to detective.

25 bloody years.

And that title of commander,
let alone the money, I wanted.

You think Sam Power
has done half as much?

I've devoted my entire fucking life
to the Met.

And then to be kicked in the bollocks
at the final hurdle - it hurts.

And do you know why?

Because it's probably my last chance.

I'm tired.

I deserved that promotion.
It should have been mine.

Surely you'll get it next time,
if you were this close.

Well, apparently that depends on
getting a fast result on this case.

And that's beginning to look like
it's not going to happen. No.

There's nobody else
who can do this job better than you

in the whole of the Met.

I'm sorry I suspected you.

Especially you.

I'll see you in the morning.

Paul, I really think
that we need to get a warrant

for the girls' apartment.
Has Mike said anything to you?

Yeah, yeah. But Langton came in
like a man possessed this morning

and I've got my hands full.
I've got Mr Delany in reception

refusing to take part
in a TV press appeal.

He won't give me permission
to use a similar soft toy rabbit,

a diary mock-up, so I've got
the press calling non-stop.

I've got - I've got nobody
to clear out Sam's office,

which Langton wants done
straight away.

I've got to put pressure
on Andrea Lesser

for the murder victim's contracts.
She's side stepping

cos Amanda's funeral this afternoon.
And-and I'm getting blasted

because I haven't got
the CCTV footage

from the victim's mews,
which I've been on every day.

I mean, come on, they're Russian!

Come on, Paul.
I'll talk to Mr Delany with you.

Thanks.

It's been bad enough
for my wife and I

to have our daughter's private life
raked over yet again.

Bad enough when she was alive.

If you have to resort to
this crass media coverage,

then why don't you just admit this
investigation is making no progress?

We have found that these programs,
contrary to your suggestions,

have proved very valuable.
When?

Tell me, when have you ever had a
victim as well known as my daughter?

Not recently. But by asking
the public's assistance,

we have, in the past,
gained valuable information.

Mr Delany, there are missing items
from your daughter's mews.

The soft toy rabbit,
the mobile phone, the diary.

Then why aren't you out there
finding them?! We are endeavouring.

By showing similar items on live TV,
it may give us information we need.

It's possible
the killer may have taken them,

but someone may have seen them.
Rubbish.

I refuse to let my daughter's death
be exploited

so the great British public
can gloat over her murder.

The press are already
digging up disgusting stories

about her promiscuity.

Did you care about your daughter,
Mr Delany? Pardon?

If her personal life
was such a disappointment to you.

How dare you?
If you did care, wouldn't you try

to find out why she was so hell bent
on destroying herself?

You have no idea
what we have been forced to endure.

And you have no right whatsoever
to suggest that my wife and I

were lacking in affection
for our daughter!

Why was she so scared to sleep?
Why was she terrified of the dark?

We're not the press, OK?

We are not the paparazzi.
We're not hounding you.

We're trying to find
who killed your daughter.

Why are you refusing to assist us?
Refusing to assist you?

You're detectives!
You're paid to do investigate!

We've come from France
to bury Amanda.

My wife and I wanted
a quiet private ceremony,

not to be part of a media circus!

You should be ashamed of yourself.

It's like chalk and cheese,
compared to my father.

My dad loved me no matter
what I did. But he abandoned her.

I don't blame you.
But you were pretty hard on him.

Yeah, I haven't finished
with him yet.

(TEXT MESSAGE TONE)

Yes!

What?!

Success with the Russians.

God help us. There's a van load
of boxes. Hundreds of them!

Bloody hell.

Not one of them is dated.

Copy them, share them out,
find the ones we need.

The funeral's kicking off
in a minute.

We have that covered.
This is important.

(PAPARAZZI SHOUTING OVER EACH OTHER)

Forensics have a match on
the sample found on the crucifix.

Sean O'Dell?
Yeah.

(PAPARAZZI SHOUTING OVER EACH OTHER)

There's more.
A further two DNA matches

on the semen stains from
the bed linen. Sean O'Dell again

and Scott Myers.

'Lying little bastards.'

Little did any of us
who loved her so dearly

know that in such a short time
her life would be taken.

'She will forever be in my mind.'

'And now I would like you to listen
to a recording Amanda made

of her favourite poem.'

AMANDA'S VOICE:
I am the green grass.

'I am the blonde hair
caught between your fingers.'

'I am the light in your eyes
when you look at me.'

'I am the light gone out of
your eyes when you look away.'

'Don't look away.'

'I like you.'

'See, I am smiling.'

'Don't go away.'

'Stay. You want to stay, don't you?'

This is from
the night of the murder.

Hold it there.

You recognise her?
Damn right I do.

That's Helen Mitchell,
Rupert Mitchell's wife.

Fast forward.

And there she is leaving,
20 minutes later.

That's time enough.

Paul's here to nick Helen Mitchell?
What?

What's going on?

Mrs Mitchell
lying through her teeth.

We've got her on CCTV footage
at the mews.

Mrs Mitchell, will you please agree
to accompany me to the station?

Why? We've been as accommodating
as possible.

Your wife is a suspect in the Amanda
Delany murder. Come with me now.

It'll be even more embarrassing
if I have to cuff you here.

O'DELL: Hey, have you got any gear?
I need some speed.

I've been doing night shoots
all week

and I've to go from here
to the film set.

'I don't know what you're on about,
Mr O'Dell. It's not my scene.'

'But you're Amanda's driver,
weren't you?'

'Poured us into the car
on a number of occasions.'

This is her funeral.

'Show some respect.'

On your way. There's a good boy.

Everything all right?

Yeah, yeah.

It's just a problem with a car.
Actors, you know.

Have you been shooting up
behind that tombstone, hm?

That cow of an agent
has invited everyone

back to the Delany hotel for drinks,
apart from us.

I should really give her
a piece of my mind.

Bitch!

I just caught Harry
ticking off O'Dell.

There's something about
those brothers. 'I agree.'

But they've both got alibis.
Anyone checked? Both. No previous.

What can those two be talking about?

Why don't you go fuck yourself,
you stuck up bitch?

I know all about you!
It's all a sham!

What, you steal enough money
to pay for all this, did you?

It's about time you left,
young lady. Get off me!

I know all about you
and your brother. What?

'Because I know.'
'You know what? Where is he?'

Do you know
how much Amanda hated you?

She knew what you were doing,
she told me.

I can't believe you showed
your face! There's officers here.

Come here, you!
Get off me!

He's assaulting me!
He's assaulting me!

Let her go. Let her go now!

Mr James?

Both of you, can I ask you
some questions, please?

You know those two girls -
Amanda's flat mates?

Well, I drove Amanda a few times
when she lived with them, yeah.

Did Amanda ever use you
to drive her privately?

Well, we both did, didn't we?
Yeah.

Sometimes if there was a premiere,
she'd call one of us.

What about any other drivers
that she may have used?

No. I don't know any.
No.

Excuse me.
I got to get my car ready.

You seemed very upset in the church.

I was upset.

It was the straw coffin
and knowing that she was inside it.

It did upset me, yeah.

What about your brother?

Listen, miss, we just do our job.
No more, no less.

I'll call your father.
If you need representation,

he'll get you the best.
I don't want them told.

My God, they took photographs of us.

Lester?
I don't know where you are, mate...

..but you're going to have to
get in touch with us.

You gotta talk to me.

I know what this
must be doing to you,

but it doesn't make you look good.
Do you understand?

Now, you know that me and Tony -

Shit.

This was recorded
the night of Amanda Delany's murder.

Why did you lie to me?
I swear she was alive when I left.

I don't believe you're a murderer,
but I need to know

why you were there.

I went to ask her
to leave him alone.

Just sit down for a minute.
Do you want a coffee or something?

Four hundred?
That's more than last time.

Can you get me
some of that other gear?

I got night shoots
and I can't sleep.

LESTER: I can't
keep getting you stuff.

It's every week now.
What if someone sees me?

Go out and come back the same way,
for fuck's sake.

What do you want, Mrs Mitchell?

For you to leave us alone.
I know you keep on calling Rupert

and I also know he doesn't want to
see you. Well, that's hard.

We're on set every day.
I can't help but see him.

We're playing husband and wife.

This is a very difficult time
for me.

I am having fertility treatment
and this stress over you and Rupert

is really unacceptable.
I can't have kids.

You might want to tell him
he should be nicer to me on set.

He doesn't know I've come here.

I don't want him to be told.
I just want you to leave him alone.

Please.

OK. Whatever.

Can you describe
the man she was talking to?

Not really.
I only saw a glimpse of him.

Uh...blonde hair, suit.
But I didn't really see his face.

Was there anything else?
Anything at all?

I remember she said something about
him leaving the way he came in.

I am so sorry.

We've been through all the footage.
Whoever it was

had to have come over the roof.
So we've got three men

who could have been in the house
that night.

Two actors, possible drug dealer.
Chase it up.

O'DELL: You two should
do your fucking job, right?

I'm sorry for sounding off.
My heads cracking open.

I had too much to drink
at the funeral. Have a seat.

You are far too attractive
to be a detective.

Do you ever think of
switching careers?

Do you know how close you are
to being locked up, Mr O'Dell?

We found evidence that shows that
you were in Amanda Delany's bed

before she was killed.
You told me you hadn't seen her.

Look, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

I admit I lied. We were with her
the night before she was murdered.

She made these frantic calls.
She wanted to see us.

Us - that's me and Scott.
But she got this stash of gear

and we got wiped out.
Where did she get it from?

I don't know.

What about that?

Shit, yeah. Truth was, I was wearing
it. We both got one from that movie.

'Amanda was messing around,
filming us on her phone.'

Scott, I can't believe
you're agreeing to it. (GIGGLES)

Don't give in to her, man.
Don't give in to what?

Yes, that's what I wanted.

What's that?
'That's when she said

that I'd taken her crucifix,
but it was mine.'

'You bastard. You stole this.'
'No, I didn't.'

'Yeah, you did.'
'I was given one as well, remember?'

'No, this one's mine.
Give it to me.'

No, this one's mine, Amanda.
Give it to me.

'Amanda, are you serious?'
'No, I -'

Amanda, you're going to break it.
I want it. Give it to me.

Let it fucking go.
You're hurting me.

Jesus Christ!

(LAUGHS)
What are you doing?

Fucking brat!
Hurt my hand.

She bust the chain.

LANGTON: How did you get in?
Over the roof.

Did you leave the same way?
Yes. Her driver was waiting for us.

She didn't want us to leave.
She hated being on her own at night.

She'd freak out if she heard
the slightest noise, you know.

It was all in her head.
She was paranoid.

Describe this driver.
Blonde guy. I dunno.

You only see the back
of their heads. Look, I was sick,

so we had to stop
for me to throw up.

He dropped off Sean first.

I sort of passed out.

I don't hardly remember
getting home.

Why did you lie to us?

Because she was murdered.

We talked about it
and we just decided to keep quiet.

Having a threesome
and getting off our heads on drugs -

the press would have had
a field day. Who was her dealer?

I don't know.

Look, we only went round there
because she kept calling us

about this problem she had
with her agent, and money.

I have two witnesses who know
where I was the following night.

Travis questioned O'Dell.
He corroborates Scott's story.

'They were together.'

You can go.

I really am sorry
for wasting your time.

It's just when we heard about -
Get out.

Turn right
at the end of the corridor.

I hate those fucking people.

So we have a driver and a dealer -
neither of whom can be identified.

Do you think it might be
the same person?

Helen Mitchell mentioned a blonde guy
in a suit,

Myers just told us about a blonde.

Something was definitely going down
between Harry James and O'Dell

at the funeral.
Was he scoring drugs?

He told O'Dell
that drugs weren't his scene.

But Felicity Turner is a user

and somebody supplied enough junk
for Dan Hutchins to top himself.

All right, bring the girls in
first thing in the morning

and er...find the supplier.

If we've got a killer that's
knocking off the kids from the flat,

she'll be next.
The Fitzpatrick situation -

I didn't discuss it with anyone.

I'm off the hook.
Wasn't even on the investigation.

Maybe he thinks it's me
that grassed him up. Any more lies,

any more forgotten shit,
and you'll both be charged

with perverting the course
of justice. You wanna screw me?

'What are you doing?'
St George's Hospital, now!

About your promotion -
I'm not prepared to sign your papers.

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