Edge of Darkness (1985): Season 1, Episode 2 - Into the Shadows - full transcript

The gunman wasn't young.
He held the gun square.

Emma...

As she ran towards him,
she shouted, "Don't!"

He fired and she was thrown back.

She was running forwards
and yet the blast checked her.

When I reached her, she was
on her back, struggling to get up.

She looked at me as if she'd slipped.

What happened to the gunman?

For one moment, I thought,
"She's all right", then I heard her sigh.

There was this exhalation,

and blood all over her face,



and rain.

Then I heard a car start
and I could hear it sliding in the mud,

and I knew he'd set a caste of the tyres,

and she said, "Dad, you're hurt."

But it was her blood all over me.

You say when she ran forward,
it was almost as if she knew him?

Yeah, I got that impression.

But he called your name?

Yes.

Did she say anything else?

She just looked at me once
and said, "Don't tell."

- Don't tell what?
- I don't know.

And those were her last words?

Yes.



The top story this morning -

the murder hunt for the killer
of Emma Craven has moved to London

after the discovery of an abandoned
getaway car yesterday evening.

Police have yet to issue
a detailed description

of the man wanted in connection
with the killing.

Yes?

- Heard the news?
- You found the car.

We found the car.
Got Lowe's fingerprints all over it.

- Lowe?
- Fifth on my list.

You put him away ten years ago, remember?

- Are you saying he killed her?
- I'm not saying anything yet.

The Yard says he's in London.

They should have him by noon.
I'm sending jonesy to make the arrest.

- Are you with me, Ronnie?
- Yes.

When you see Elham,
tell him our man's on his way.

I'm seeing him this morning.

Be nice to him. He's
been very helpful so far.

I'm also seeing Pendleton.
Does the name mean anything to you?

- What does he want?
- A chat, he says.

If he gives you any aggro,
refer him to me, right? Bye now.

Thank you, sir.

- What does he want?
- A chat, he says.

If he gives you any aggro,
refer him to me.

? Whittle you into kindlin'

♪ Black crow 16 shells
from a thirty-ought-six... ♪

I don't think it's been fired.

I still want to check it
against another round we had in.

It came from a similar weapon.

It's quite an unusual gun.

It's based on the Swiss SIG.
It's called a Firebird.

The Egyptians offloaded a few
on to the market about ten years ago.

Some of them fell into the hands
of terrorists like Baader-Meinhof.

- Emma wasn't a terrorist.
- I know but we've got to make sure.

What I want are the prints
on the gun excluding hers.

Hers were on the Revlon bottle,
weren't they?

It's all in hand.

Can you put them through
the computer for me?

I can try.

- What's today's magic word?
- In the bumf on my desk.

What do you know about a man
called Pendleton?

Not much. Drives a green Mercedes
and parks in other people's spaces,

dines at the Special Forces Club
in Knightsbridge,

and drinks with the SAS in Chelsea
Barracks. Security boys hate him.

- Did you know him in Northern Ireland?
- No.

Done any work for him?

Recently?

He wanted a weapon found in water
tested for radioactivity.

And was it?

- Radioactive?
- Yeah.

Harcourt's the one to watch.

His other half. Drafted in from Lloyds.
Dangerous bugger!

- What's his background?
- The City.

City?

Can I get through to R2 on this?

- MI5, you mean?
- Yeah. The Registry.

That's more than my life's worth!

What does "Access Restricted" mean?

It means it's not on that
file but on another file.

Thanks, Carlisle. That's really helpful.

Or it could mean that the guy's
an informer so his record's restricted.

- They don't match, do they?
- No.

I told you. She wasn't
into that sort of thing.

- Do you want the gun back?
- Yeah.

And any information you have on the prints.

Wait here. I'll be about ten minutes.

Terry Shields?

- Yeah.
- I'm Emma's dad.

Come in.

Straight up.

Hi, sorry. Yeah,
there was somebody at the door.

What?! No, come on,
we've discussed this already!

Yeah, we'll talk about it
at julie's on Wednesday.

Look, there's somebody here.
Call me back later.

Tonight, yeah. No! You call me! OK.

- Look, they've already been here!
- Who?

The Yard. They looked around.
Interviewed me. It's all on record.

She told me she was leaving home.

- She was coming here?
- Well, we talked about it.

We didn't have much time for home-building,

even for the relationship.

Politics is a full-time business.

I thought you were a lecturer.

Yes, I am, and Emma was a physicist,
but life doesn't stop with the job,

unless you're a policeman, I suppose.

Socialist Advance...

Is that the name of your party?

I'm the Assistant Secretary.

- Not your cup of tea!
- No.

Was Emma a member?

Yes, but she directed most
of her energy towards sexual politics,

Greenham, the ecology movement...

Not exactly our priorities.

It must have been difficult
for you two to hit it off.

Having such diverse views, I mean.

It was a physical thing.

How deeply was she involved with Gaia?

She was committed.

- How did that show itself?
- I don't know much about it,

but what I do know, I don't think
she'd have wanted me to tell you.

Perhaps you're right.
Her last words were " Don't tell".

What?

It all happened very suddenly,
rather like a car crash.

If you've ever been in one,
you'll know it's often quite difficult

to remember the sequence of events.

I sometimes think she said, " Don't tell",

as she was running towards the gunman,

or rather...

"Don't, Tel!"

Your friends call you "Tel"?

- But she didn't.
- What did she call you?

She called me " Darling",
" Dearest", " My love".

Tel's a nickname used by old schoolmates.

The gunman stepped out.
She ran towards him. She shouted " Don't!"

She died in my arms. Her last words
were " Don't ...Tel."

I was at the City Institute
in London, 200 miles away.

- Yes, I know.
- So if you've come to intimidate me,

you've picked the wrong man.

I came for her things, Tel.

I'll get them.

This is all there is.

- She travelled light.
- It pays to these days.

It is possible that it was
nothing to do with me,

that she was warning you not to tell them
what was going on in her life.

What WAS going on?

I made a point of not asking.

Well, if you remember, call me.

Craven!

This is an obituary I wrote for our paper.

I'll read it later.

It's just a short piece written in haste.
I hope it does her justice.

As I said, call me.

I'm at the Hilton, Shepherd's Bush.

That wasn't your nightie
on the bed, was it?

- No.
- I didn't think it was.

You're dead less than a week
and already he's got another woman.

- Do you understand that?
- Yes, I do.

- He has his good points.
- Such as?

- He was a good lover.
- I'm sure he was.

In that van, a man listened to every creak
of the bed, every sound you made.

You're jealous, Dad.

New Scotland Yard.

He's a bastard!

What does the word " azure" mean?

"Azure" is a police intelligence term.

It means the room is bugged or under
some sort of electronic surveillance.

The word " cinnamon"

denotes the use of microphones
inside telephones or junction boxes.

"Tow rope" is the raw material

gathered by telephone intercepts
at the post office.

F Branch is the office in MI5
in London that analyses the material.

R2 is the MI5 computer
that logs the material.

We have a link with R2
but it's difficult to get at.

That's where all the Gaia stuff will be.

Yeah.

Pendleton here.

- This is Craven. When do we meet?
- When are you due at Scotland Yard?

- 11.30.
- Meet me in the basement car park at 11.

- We keep meeting in car parks.
- That is because you're being followed.

"My love", " my darling".
What was the other thing you called him?

"Dearest."

His bed is bugged, he may be an informer,
and you called him " Dearest"!

- It's not his fault.
- Did he say that?

He was playing them at their own game.

- Who?
- The people who were after him.

And who are they?

- How much?
- £8.70.

Detective Sergeant jones, please.
He's with Detective Superintendent Elham.

Your name, please, sir.

Craven. Inspector.

You can go up, sir. Eighth floor. Room 810.

Get in.

- What happened to the Merc?
- We only use it for posh occasions.

We want to save on fuel.

Not exactly Albany, but it's home.

You are about to meet Harcourt.
Double first at Cambridge

and an authority on E.M. Forster,
but a complete twat at making connections.

I favour an Irish education. Anyone
who has examined the " Book of Kells"

would be impressed by the labyrinthine
coils of the Celtic imagination.

- Are you a Celt?
- No.

Henry!

Henry, this is Inspector Craven.

I was sorry to hear your news, Inspector.

- Letters, Ellen.
- Yes, sir.

It must have been a great blow.

Bizarre, I know, but not the sort
who posts things to the " Guardian".

Where did you find her?

- Art school.
- I'll get Ellen to make us some tea.

- Pendleton said you wanted to see me.
- What do you know about Gaia?

- Only what my daughter told me.
- And what did she tell you?

That it was an organisation
against nuclear power.

- Was she a member?
- Yes, I think she was.

- You agree with her views?
- No...

but I enjoyed the conversations.

Sit down, Mr Craven.

Would you say that Gaia
was a subversive organisation?

They broke a few rules.

Did you know that six of them

broke into the Northmoor nuclear
waste plant, led by your daughter?

No.

Perhaps Emma's death was linked
to the break-in.

- Is there anything to suggest that?
- Circumstantial evidence.

Everyone connected with the raid
is either missing or dead.

The coroner's report says her body
was subject to massive doses of radiation

consistent with her participation
in the break-in.

And there is this.

How did she come to possess this?

If I knew that,
I wouldn't have given it to Carlisle.

Ross doesn't know about it?

Nor does he know
about the break-in at Northmoor.

You like to play things
close to the chest, don't you?

Yes, till I know what's going on.
I don't know who you are

or what your interest is.

Surely Mr Pendleton
explained that last night?

He mentioned the safety
of the realm, but no more.

He didn't have to.
We work direct to Cabinet Office,

and we have carte blanche.

We are interested in anything
that goes on at Northmoor.

That is our brief.
What concerns us at the moment

is whether your daughter's death
is as a result of the break-in

or as your police colleagues believe,
a rather unfortunate accident.

What do you think?

I came here to discuss the file
Mr Pendleton mentioned. A file on Emma.

We haven't got a file on her, have we?

He's talking about jedburgh's file.

I see no reason why Mr Craven
shouldn't be put in touch with jedburgh,

providing he helps us first.

Let's be clear about this.

You want me to help you but you
won't tell me what all this is about?

That's right. We have no intention
of putting you in the picture.

That's what we're paid for.

But we will return the gun
to Carlisle without comment,

and we won't hinder your own enquiry.

That's the deal.

OK.

Well, who does this remind you of?

I can't talk without some
journalist mentioning this fraud,

let alone speak on your behalf
before a parliamentary sub-committee.

I'm no bloody use to you.

It's Godbolt.

You were investigating an election fraud.

- It involved Godbolt's union?
- Correct.

Did you know that he's involved
with the people that run Northmoor?

No.

Had it occurred to you that someone
might want him re-elected?

- Yes, it had.
- But not the Northmoor management?

I didn't know there was a connection.

Now you DO, do you agree that it was in their
interest to see that their man got his job back?

Yes.

And that they had the skill and
the opportunity to execute the fraud?

- Yes.
- What time was your meeting?

11.30.

Sorry I can't run you
back. You know how it is.

I'll find my own way.

Could I have the Home Office, please?
Extension 2793. Thank you.

- Carlisle?
- What happened?

They were on to me
straight away. I'm sorry.

They're returning the gun. Tell me
if anyone else shows an interest.

- Shall I complete the tests?
- Yes, today if possible.

Where the hell have you been?

- I got lost.
- Word was you'd disappeared.

- I thought I was under observation.
- So did I.

- You all right?
- Of course I am.

You checked in two hours ago.
Where have you been?

I changed my mind and checked out again!

You realise there have been
28 sightings of Lowe in London?

I want you here when we get him.
You've a TV interview in 20 minutes.

We're late, and I want
to talk to you about Lowe.

- I said I wasn't giving interviews.
- We'll talk about it on the way.

- Have you got his file?
- I'll find it.

You should change your tie.

It's black.

You're in mourning, aren't you?

- How's it going your end?
- We're almost there.

- No news on the other one?
- Ross will fill you in.

He's on his way down.
He wants in on the arrest.

You remember him?

Yes, I do.

What's the purpose of this interview?

To show the kind of co-operation
the public can expect

between the Northern
and Metropolitan police forces.

Inspector Craven, I'm Sue Cook.

Thank you for agreeing to come in.
It can't be easy for you.

It's a short interview. I won't make it
much of an ordeal, I promise you.

We're in a bit of a rush, I'm afraid.

What's important, if you don't mind,

is going through the
events of that night again.

This way, please, Mr Craven.

All right, Ronnie?

Just take your time and relax.
Don't let her throw you.

I wanted to make sure that you...

I'd rather
you didn't ask him about motives.

Just over here, please.

- Is he all right?
- He'll be fine.

- Are you all right?
- Could I have a glass of water?

Of course. Scott, could we have
a glass of water for Inspector Craven?

Yes, Peter, I can hear you now.

Right. OK. So it's now camera two,
and three for the rest of it.

And you'll give me one minute
and 30 second cues, yes?

Inspector Craven, would you
uncross your legs, please?

I'm telling him now. Inspector Craven?

It looks rather odd on camera.

I'm talking to the director upstairs,
by the way.

Ten... nine... eight... seven...

six... five... four.

Now we turn to the hunt for the murderer
of the young student Emma Craven,

who was gunned down outside her
Yorkshire home last Thursday evening.

Her father, a police inspector,
was with her as it happened.

Inspector Craven,
have you got any useful leads?

Yes, a car used in the incident
has turned up in London.

That has been traced and the enquiry has
virtually moved down to this area.

Can you describe exactly
what did happen on that night?

I had just picked Emma up
from her college.

It was about five minutes' drive away.
It was a rainy night...

Room 7016.

- Craven, my name is jedburgh.
- Who did you say you are?

Darius jedburgh. I'm
a friend of Harcourt's.

Well, I'm not. I only met him today
and I don't like him already.

Well, he speaks very highly
of you, son! I'd like to meet you.

- When?
- Now, for Christ's sakes!

I just saw you on TV.
The sight of you struggling

in that sea of sanctimonious shit
is still before my eyes.

It's almost 11.30, Mr jedburgh,
and I am just about to go to bed.

Well, take a cold shower
and get down here, you bastard!

- I'm at the Tiberio restaurant.
- The Tiberio?

On Curzon Street, Craven.

- Mr jedburgh?
- Mr Craven!

Darius jedburgh at your service, sir!
Come join us!

Pull up a chair and join the party!

No Harcourt?

Hell! You'll find him in Fulham
with his leg over some law student!

- Silvio!
- What about Pendleton?

He returns every night to the Abbey,
where they lock him up in a tomb.

He only comes out
when the kingdom's threatened.

I want you to meet some friends of mine.

This here's Colonel Robert G. Kelly,
known as Services Caisson.

Here's Colonel Mike Merryweather,
also known as Mad Mike.

They just got back from
South America so we're celebrating.

Silvio, a drink for our guest!
Come on, Craven, have a seat.

Enjoy yourself!

- Who's this?
- It's Craven, Mike.

- He showed up at last!
- That's right.

I just wanna say this, Craven.

I was damned sorry
to hear about your daughter.

A Macallan. Hope it's to your liking.

Are they stationed in London?

No, sir. Colonel Kelly is from Dallas.
Ever been to Dallas, Craven?

- No, sir.
- It's where we shoot our presidents!

The jews got their Calvary
but we got Dealey Plaza!

Mad Mike's from Austin,
the home of country music.

- According to Waylon jennings.
- Jennings? Who the hell's jennings?

The country singer, Mike.

Mr Craven is a connoisseur of our
country music, according to Harcourt.

You know - Little Willie! Willie Nelson!

A regular outlaw,
if his friends are to be believed!

- He just made a new record.
- Cut a disc, Craven.

They may make records in London,
but we cut discs in Texas! Cheers!

What was that song Willie
had out about a year...?

"Time of the Preacher"!
Something about the year of 01...

Are you familiar with the words at all?

"It was the time of the preacher,
in the year of 01,

"and just when you think
it's all over, it has only begun."

No. "Now the lesson's all over
and the killing's begun"!

That comes later.

All right. Remember what comes
in between? Wait. Here it goes.

♪ But he cannot forgive her
though he tried and he tried... ♪

"And he tried."

? In the halls of his memory
still echo her eyes

? And he cried like a baby

? And he screamed like a panther
in the middle of the night

? And he saddled his pony
and he went for a ride

? It was the time
of the preacher in the year of 01

? Now the lesson is over

♪ And the killing's begun ♪

You know what the term " preacher"
signifies, don't you?

Gun.

The time of the preacher is the time
of the gun in the year of 01.

And just when you think
it's all over, it is only begun.

It's quite a thought.
Something we ought to reflect upon.

I think we ought
to get these boys to bed, Craven.

I guess they're all tuckered out!

We used to have this gun sight
in Vietnam with an image intensifier.

That's how I saw you on the screen
tonight. Like a sitting duck!

Harcourt asked me to
give you sight of a file.

I wasn't too keen till I saw you on TV.

- You work with the CIA?
- Yes, sir.

I find that hard to believe.

Time was when the station was full
of joggers in Brooks Brothers suits.

With Reagan in the White House,
we get to keep a higher profile.

White Rolls and Stetsons?

We're just blending in
with the surroundings!

Like Uncle Ho says, " Blend in with
the surroundings!" Do you play golf?

It's the closest thing I got to a religion.

I really believe that God's a golfer.
Does that upset you, Craven?

When I think of St Andrew's
and Carnoustie and Leith,

I realise that it is more
than a coincidence

that Divine Providence
has brought forth oil from the North Sea.

That oil will help save
the golf courses of Scotland!

- From what?
- From the Communists.

Imagine what would
happen to the golf courses

if a Communist government got in power!

God may not be a Communist or a Republican,

but he's not a member
of the Socialist Advance.

Do you have any experience
with Communism, Craven?

- No, sir.
- It's an anal disease.

Marx had trouble with his bowels.

Go on, man. OK, son.

There you go.

If the White House should ring,
just say I'm out in the field.

OK, Mike.

That file's in the top right-hand drawer
of my desk in the living room.

"One year ago,
the MOD test station at Eskmeals

"confirmed radioactivity
of above normal background level

"at the Corry Reservoir,
Craigmills, Yorkshire.

"Emergency procedures were activated
under NAIR arrangements

"and the reservoir was shut down.

"An independent inquiry was set up
under the chairmanship of Dr Anthony Marsh.

"Suspicion pointed
to a secret plutonium source

"hidden in Northmoor nuclear waste plant,
ten miles from the city.

"Northmoor's mines have been used
by the British Army since World War II.

"Recently, the mines were sold
to a private company, IIF,

"specialising in the storage
of low-grade wastes.

"I.I.F is owned by Robert Bennett,

"an entrepreneur with extensive
connections in the nuclear industry.

"It is rumoured that plutonium
has been illegally stored there.

"These rumours have always been denied.

"This summer, a team of scientists
from the ecology group Gaia,

"penetrated the mines.

"They were organised and led
by a local woman, Emma Craven.

"Since all those connected with this
adventure are now dead or disappeared,

"it is difficult to discover
what their mission was

"or whether it was successful."

Tony Marsh is dead.
A car accident on the motorway.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Is there anything I can do?

He'd just finished the
report on the reservoir.

It points conclusively to Northmoor
as a contamination source.

That lets Sellafield off the hook.

Yeah, they're jumping for joy,
but what's going to happen here?

It's none of your business.

The analysis suggests the source
has to be a reprocessing plant.

IIF deny having anything like that.

Spent fuel rods have been known to leak.

No, Dad. It was done by some sort
of laser operation, which they also deny.

The only way to find
out is to go down there.

Northmoor is a nuclear waste plant.

Anyone who breaks in there
will be met with ultimate force.

It's the most dangerous
business in Britain.

Don't even think of it.

"The location of plutonium
at Northmoor raises doubts

"about the status of current agreements
with the British Government.

"While our need for plutonium
is at a premium and British reserves high,

"evidence that they have further stocks

"is a blow to those who advised us
to put our faith in the UK.

"Is it possible that these stocks
are not the product of Sellafield?

"This raises the sinister question
as to where that source might be,

"and for what purpose it is being made.

"As a matter of priority, we must find out
what's going on at Northmoor.

"Emma Craven. Aged 21.

"Bachelor of Science. Studied under
Emily Threadwell at the Cavendish.

"Gaia's representative
at Craigmills College.

"She was ordered to organise
a raid on the mines.

"No one knows exactly what occurred,
but one source indicates

"that the team were trapped in an
underground tunnel below the cooling pools

"and that a large quantity of
radioactive water was directed into it.

"Whether this was a calculated act
on the part of the company is not known.

"Her boyfriend, Terry Shields,
a left-wing firebrand,

"is thought to have passed information
to Scotland Yard Special Branch

"about Socialist Advance,
the Trotskyite party to which he belongs.

"Special Branch may have known
about the raid and alerted the company.

Her father, a detective in Craigmills,

"may also have known
of his daughter's activities.

"It is difficult to
conclude that he did not.

"Yet he made no attempt
to stop her going in.

"Why?"

Yes?

He is out in the field.

That's the message I got.

"Obituary, Emma Craven.

"Emma Craven, who died tragically
at the hands of a gunman last week,

"would have been 22 today.

"As a member of Socialist Advance,
she served in a number of capacities,

"particularly on the political committee.

"It is not our practice to comment
on the personality of party members,

"but in this particular case,
Craven... despite her background,

"showed both courage and wit.

"She was and always will be
remembered as a good comrade."

"Comrade"!

You don't understand, Dad.

No, I don't.

I loved him.

You loved him

Poor old Dad.