Jericho (2005): Season 1, Episode 3 - To Murder and Create - full transcript
I'm 36 years old,
I'm happy, which is nice.
Nice place to be.
I'm a widow. Not that that's
a reason why I'm happy!
I lost my lovely husband five years
ago.
We were together for ten,
and I thank God for those ten years.
What did he do?
He was a postman...
like you.
That's what I thought when I saw
your letter.
"Synchronicity."
I shouldn't say this,
but I will...
You have beautiful eyes
for a man.
I have two lovely children.
Very clever children.
Good at school.
Your children are grown up?
Two sons.
David and Peter.
They're my father's names.
David Peter.
That same thing again.
Synchronicity.
I worry about my kids. The world
seems to be getting darker again.
That's nice.
It's difficult to be young now.
I don't know what the world's going
to be like for them.
Slow. Slowly.
Mr Eyes.
Within seconds of the atomic bomb
detonating over Hiroshima in 1945,
150,000 people had been vaporised.
Women. Children. Families.
You're nodding, Professor. People
became shadows in an instant.
And it is your contention, Charles
Hewitt,
as a chief scientist on Britain's
Thermonuclear Weapons Programme,
that bombs like these are no longer
powerful enough.
We er... We are...
We are working, yes,
towards a more persuasive threat.
How powerful are these
hydrogen bombs?
In layman's terms.
In addition to fission products,
an H bomb also releases enormous
amounts of, of energy.
They're up to a thousand times more
powerful
than the bomb dropped on Hiroshima.
A thousand times more.
Well, that... that is the aim.
Banning the bomb will not prevent
a third war, will it?
It will ensure merely that we lose
it when it comes.
Once... once war begins,
you need the weapons to win it.
If we're not prepared to face the
the horrors of war,
if we're not tough enough,
we will lose the conflict.
Women? Children? Families?
Would you like them to be British?
Families that die?
British or those of our enemies?
That is the choice.
We're all human beings, Professor.
Sometimes... sometimes it's necessary
to kill in order to preserve life.
It's necessary to kill
in order to preserve life?
Of course.
Sometimes.
Of course.
'I bet you young Valentine
lovers were humming along to that.'
All right, Dave? When did
they let you out, then?
Right, lads. Come on. The perfect
Valentine's gift.
Eh? And if you're not out with the
missus,
get yourself a couple for the
perfect two-timer.
Oh, lads, look, sorry...
I was thinking of moving on.
Never mind that.
Oh, come on lads, it's all kosher!
I said I was moving on!
Do either of you know
Inspector Jericho?
All right, Penny, will you date
this? What's the date? 14th.
You're going to break my arm!
Oi! Oi! Louis! What's going on?
Mr J! Mr Jericho!
Get them to show us a bit of love!
It's Valentine's Day!
Here, what you nicked him for?
Hang on! Hang on!
Ah, please, you're not going to
trace these. Come on.
Give him an hour, then let him go.
Come on, do it for me.
What do you mean, Valentine's?
It can't be. Night, all. Night.
You never told me, Caldicott.
It doesn't move, sir, it's the same
every year. Happy Valentine's.
Are you going out with... what's her
face? Angela. Yes I am, sir.
What about you?
Taking the wife out, guv.
Otherwise, of course, you'd be first
on the list. Ta-ra.
Ah! Room service!
Mr Christie.
You...
What have I done now, Mr Christie?
You're going to do a little job for
me.
You're going to tell me all you know
about your friend Mr Jericho.
All right, love?
Want some company, darling?
Oh...
Good evening.
You look nice. Thanks.
Um, I know we agreed to do this and
that's fine,
but it's Valentine's Day, did you
know that?
Do you have Valentine's Day in
France? Yes!
I mean, I didn't know it was today
and I didn't realise...
I didn't want you to think...
I didn't.
Shall we just go?
Yeah, sure, let's go.
Let me get my coat.
Don't let him go. I want that.
I'm afraid I haven't done our lovely
mother.
You've got that pleasure
all to yourself.
What have you done to your hair?
What do you mean, done to my hair?
Looks nice, Fi.
There's um, there's some food in
for her. She won't eat it.
So force feed her like they did the
suffragettes.
She's determined to die, but don't
let it happen on your watch.
I'm rather looking forward to
bearing witness.
Thank you.
Oh yes, and your um, your friend's
been again.
So which of your colleagues do you
want to invite from work?
Um... Sergeant Harvey and his wife.
Penny. And the Inspector.
Well, will they come, now we're not
in the church?
I don't know.
Now we're in the registry office,
there's not going to be as much space.
Will Jericho be expecting to bring
someone?
I don't think so.
Thanks.
Where's the bin?
In there.
Why don't you ask how I am, John?
Erm, I do.
Not really. Nor the baby.
I've er, I've warmed some chicken
soup for you,
which maybe you'll find quite nice.
Easier to eat.
I'll, I'll put it on the er...
on the foot of the bed.
I'm er...
I'm going out tonight.
I'm er... I'm out.
You can get a better picture than
that.
Je voudrais...
Je voudrais...
le...
Oh, God!
Bonsoir, Monsieur Jericho!
Est-ce que vous avez fait
votre choix? Oui.
Je voudrais le carre d'agneau.
Le carre d'agneau. Tres bien,
monsieur. Et pour madame?
Pour moi, le carre d'agneau aussi,
mais rose,
les pommes dauphinoise,
juste les legumes et la salade
a cote. D'accord.
That's Mr Jericho.
Mr Jericho. You are marvellous!
May we shake you by the hand?
I'm Daphne and this is my husband
Miles.
Pleasure to meet you.
We think you're doing a wonderful
job. Keeping our streets so safe.
Thank you.
We see you all the time in the
paper.
It really is lovely meeting you.
It's lovely meeting you. Thank you.
I'm sorry about that.
Does it embarrass you? To be here
with me? No. Of course not.
So, are your mother and father still
alive?
My mother.
What happened to your father?
He um...
I just er...
Tell me.
What is this, Desert Island Discs?
I think we'll go for my next record
which will be a Louis Armstrong.
I shouldn't be here with you.
Excuse me. The bill, please.
I am embarrassing you.
You're not.
I'm not chasing you, you silly man,
I'm paying at the desk.
We should have stayed in.
And it should have been
four o'clock in the morning.
I don't think we have a friendship
unless it's four in the morning.
I'm... I'm going to go and have a
drink. Do you want to come?
Good night.
Sir.
Where have you been? Where have
I been? You're not my dad, are you?
There's been a murder, sir.
Guv, he was found by a couple of
teenagers.
This part of the towpath's a bit of
a Lover's Lane.
Bit chilly down here for that, isn't
it?
Would have been in my day!
Identification?
Nothing. No wallet. No watch.
But I don't think robbery is the
motive here. Why not?
He's been strangled with cheese wire
and his mouth's been stuffed with
newspaper.
Are you cold?
Yeah.
Stamp your feet, then.
I know this man.
I know who it is.
Who? The H bomb scientist. Christmas
Island. Professor Charles Hewitt.
Lipstick.
Miss Fiona Hewitt?
Yes.
I'm Inspector Jericho of Scotland
Yard. Sergeant Harvey...
I telephoned the police station at
5:30 this afternoon
about the filth outside, and no-one
comes round until now!
They can't even spell annihilator,
they're such cretins!
Jericho. Can you spell it?
Spell annihilator.
You carry on, sarge.
You! You spell annihilator.
Is your mother in, Miss Hewitt?
Yes, sir?
Are the press in on this yet?
No.
Keep it that way.
MI5 thinks this is a political
assassination,
- They want a complete news blackout.
- Oh, great
What if it's not an assassination?
We are to investigate discreetly,
and we are to keep them
fully informed of any developments.
Now, his mother and sister are the
only two people that need to know.
OK.
OK.
Mrs Hewitt, I'm afraid to tell you
that your son has been killed.
Mrs Hewitt?
How?
He um... was attacked on a towpath
near The Thames.
He'd get at least one a day.
By hand?
Sometimes.
There are some more over here.
Who's this who died today?
Your brother?
They range from lunatic ravings to
extracts from the Bible,
not that that's a wide field of
reference.
Why didn't he report this to the
police? Wasn't he frightened?
No. You'd need the imagination to
see the people behind the abuse.
People were very difficult for my
brother.
For Charles, real life would glide
by, somewhere over there.
Was there a woman in his life?
No.
Apart from me.
We'll have to get this lot bagged.
You say his watch and wallet were
taken?
He wore our father's watch. It had
an inscription on the back.
It would mean a lot to us to get it
back.
Was your brother ever married?
Or any other previous relationships?
Inspector, the last time my brother
kissed a girl he was four years old.
I think even then he was just trying
to pass her, but got it wrong.
Well, who was he with last night?
No-one. No-one. I'd have known.
So what was he doing on Eel Pie
Island? Walking home.
From where?
What is a man who apparently doesn't
know one end of a woman from another,
what's he doing in Lover's Lane on
Valentine's Day
with lipstick on his neck?
Well, a DC in Keegan's Division is
dating a typist at Aldermaston.
He said Hewitt's a running joke
amongst the girls.
They call him The Monk.
Even monks have habits.
Maybe the lipstick was a kiss from
his sister?
No, he was definitely seeing someone
last night.
He'd ironed his own shirt
and he'd bought aftershave.
No, sir! It has to be politically
motivated.
That's why they stuffed this in his
mouth.
Hewitt's a bogeyman, his whole
family. His father was a physicist.
They even used his work to pave the
way for the H-bomb.
Why else would they use this
article?
Because they're making a point!
Sorry, who are?
The Ban The Bomb lot.
Really? Who are what? Writers,
teachers, intellectuals,
mothers with children, young men in duffel
coats who know all the words to Kumbaya,
whose whole reason of coming
together is to preserve life,
not take it away!
Who are pacifists, non-violent.
It just takes one crank.
Yes!
I don't even think you've read this,
sir!
Sorry, have you?
Yes!
Really? Well, what's it about, then?
It's from another page, but it's...
about transferring chemicals -
No, it's not. It's an insignificant
article about the arms race.
If you were making a political point
about your murder, Caldicott,
would you use this? No!
It's me. Yes.
The police have been round.
Mike, can I have a word, please?
If it's about MI5 -
No, it's not about MI5.
Sir...
Hope you can come.
Oh, right.
Why are you bringing the wedding
forward?
Come on, it's all right.
It's not all right, sir.
She's filled with shame.
She's going to have to give up her
job.
The wedding's going to be
nothing like she wanted.
She... she blames me,
and she's right.
We never ever talked about kids.
I have received information,
I imagine from a newspaper,
that alleges you are having a
relationship with a common prostitute.
I don't wish to go into detail.
Go into detail.
Is it true?
No.
You must realise, with your high profile,
you have a special place at the Yard.
If this relationship became widely
known,
or led to disciplinary action,
it could damage the whole force.
It's not true.
Mike, I've been sent photographs.
I don't know which newspaper they're
from which show you both in public.
She's a neighbour.
Yes. Mrs Juliette Barker.
Where are you going, Mike?
I've got work to do.
We will talk later.
Constable, you er... you think I'm
wrong.
Well, here's your chance to prove
it.
Find out where your duffel-coated
assassins are meeting tonight,
then find out who's been sending
this filth.
You got a duffel coat?
I do actually, sir, yeah.
Well, go and get it, you're going to
need it.
Guv, forensic report's in on Hewitt.
Five strands of blond hair were
found on the shoulder of his coat.
All right, get plain clothes in
Richmond.
See if you can get a sighting from
last night. Hewitt with a blonde.
And Clive, tell them to be discreet,
it's not to get out Hewitt's dead.
And try and trace this lipstick.
You never know, we might be lucky.
Oh, and circulate a description of
Hewitt's watch.
How many girls do you know
go on a date with cheese wire in
their pockets?
Why kill him like that? Is there
anything else in that paper?
Nothing. Nothing!
Personals.
30 Years of the Ziegfeld Girls.
Racing.
Apart from the obvious, there's...
there's nothing here that relates
to my brother.
Was he into racing? Could he have
run up a debt?
Oh, yes, and he also enjoyed orgies
with all the Ziegfeld Girls.
Exactly what my brother was like
Was he like your father?
No.
They had physics in common.
But where Charles was shy, my father
was erm, gregarious,
popular.
Growing up in the shade of a great
man can starve you of oxygen, Inspector.
Stunt your growth.
Especially when you're not the
favoured child.
And you were?
Hello. I'm Alex Gadd.
Hi.
Is it your first time here?
I'm sorry?
It's your first time?
Yes, yes. Thanks.
Can I take your name, please?
Yes, it's John...
Clop.
Are you coming to the march on
Saturday?
Well, yes, I'd, I'd like to.
It's awful when your children
die before you.
When our oldest son Stephen died,
it broke my husband's heart.
How did he die?
In a boating accident.
We were on holiday. Coniston Water.
I was in the boat with Stephen and
Charles when it capsized.
It was so dark.
Too dark.
I searched for my children in the
water,
but found only one.
I heard my husband on the bank
calling "Stephen!"
I prayed I had Stephen.
I saved the wrong child.
Look what Charles has become. He's
taken my husband's work
which was full of goodness and...
empowering the people of the
world...
He's used it as a springboard for
destruction.
Blackened his name and his legacy.
I will not grieve for him.
I will not.
Pandora's box has been opened
by my son.
A diseased brain in the sky.
That's what I think of when I see the
mushroom cloud over Christmas Island.
Every generation hands the world
on to the next.
Is this really going to be our
legacy?
If we don't challenge this, then how
dare we bring children into this world.
How dare we hold their hands as
they're burnt alive.
How dare we tell them that we love them, as
they waste away through radiation sickness.
How dare we bring life into this
world.
Ah, nice hobby.
Tell me it's a hobby. I'll buy that.
Or you're influenced by Anthony
Armstrong-Jones
and find me an irresistible subject.
You wouldn't be the first.
Do you ever speak?
Are you capable of speech?
Where's Christie?
A bientot.
Good night, love. See you again.
Do you know who that was?
Why don't you knock?
Do you know who that was? That was
Bob Christie. He's a policeman.
Oh, I'll send him a Christmas card.
Get out of my flat!
Look, Juliette, listen.
He's a dangerous man.
He's ransacked my flat,
he is out to hurt me!
What do you want me to do, check
every man's profession?
Check their name?
No.
Do you want to vet who comes in
here? Is that what you want?
What do you want from me?
Mike?
You want me four o'clock in the
morning. You want me now in restaurants.
You come in here like this.
Listen to me!
You have to be more careful.
No, I do not!
I have to be careful. I have to be
careful of YOU!
I do not want to be controlled by
you! By no man.
Leave my flat.
Listen to me. Juliette, please.
Leave my flat!
Go!
His name's Alexander Gadd.
'He's in the pub now with his group.
I've spent three hours with him.
Away from the public meeting he talks about
direct action against property and individual.'
Did they send the hate mail to
Hewitt?
I'm almost absolutely certain.
He has a target list of the top
scientists of the nuclear programme.
Names and addresses.
Charles Hewitt is at the top.
And he said we don't have to worry
about him any more.
That's what he said - as if he knows
the guy's already dead.
Can you get his home address?
Sir, sir, they're doing something
else tonight.
They're going to do something now!
Find out where and when. I'll try.
Alexander Gadd, you're 28 years old,
you're from a military family,
you were a conscientious objector
to National Service,
spending two years of your life
cleaning hospital toilets instead.
Am I on This Is Your Life?
MI5 have quite a file on you.
That's a surprise.
Mr Gadd believes that it's
individuals, not groups or movements
who change the course of history.
His tactics have included damage to
vehicles and property,
campaigns of hate mail, and now...
political assassination.
How do you know Charles Hewitt was
dead? I didn't.
I was told in the back of the car on
the way here, by Constable Clop.
No, you said in the pub, "We don't
have to worry about Hewitt any more".
Yes, because Hewitt has taken the
nuclear programme as far as he can.
And there are more important
scientists at Aldermaston now.
So where were you last night?
At home. Sublimating my frustration
at not having a Valentine
by writing hate mail.
To Charles Hewitt, amongst others.
Mr Gadd, have you ever used Pink Beach
lipstick from the Helena Rubenstein range,
available only in the UK from
exclusive stores in Oxford Street?
No.
Right, you're free to go.
Sir!
Can't we at least book him for
graffiti?
He didn't do any, did he? He only
had a pot of paint in his hand.
And he wasn't even trespassing
either
because Constable Clop didn't give
him time to get over the fence.
Well, tell me about it.
I just want to do something to
impress him, you know.
Get his approval.
Nothing that I do is good enough.
It's important to you?
Hm.
Not as important as you, obviously.
That is the correct response!
Well, we're permitted to meet again.
My parents have invited yours round,
so we can all gawp at each other
before the happy day.
It will be happy, yeah?
Thursday night, John.
OK.
Tattoo it on yourself somewhere.
How's the baby?
The baby's fine.
Tom Eliot.
He works out of the Abercorn Road
sorting office.
Set off on his round
about 6:15 this morning.
The boat yard's on his route.
Was he political?
Not according to his mates.
A pie-and-pint guy.
This time it's the Mirror.
There's nothing here
about Aldermaston,
nor Ziegfeld.
Nor racing.
The only subject he ever got worked
up about was Charlton Athletic.
Poor bloke!
OK, Caldicott. You're good at jumping
to conclusions. Jump to one now.
It's the same killer.
Oh, really?
So, what links the victims, eh?
One's a thermonuclear scientist
half the country hates.
The other's a postman
liked by his mates.
One's killed at night,
with lipstick on his neck,
the other in broad daylight at work.
They were both killed by the river.
OK, what is this? The Case
of the Disgruntled Fisherman?
Doesn't like to be disturbed.
Sometimes wears lipstick,
sometimes doesn't.
One day reads The Mirror,
one day The Times.
Copycat?
No. No-one knew Hewitt was dead.
Alex Gadd?
The Hewitt family?
We didn't tell them how Hewitt died.
We wouldn't need to,
if they'd killed him.
Why a postman, eh, Clive?
Something's staring us in the face.
What is it?
At the moment, the only thing
staring me in the face is you.
Does any more of this hate mail
have spelling mistakes in it?
Tom Eliot's Mirror?
Where's Hewitt's Times?
Personals.
Erm... Right. Both lonely.
Both unmarried.
Both in desperate need of a woman.
No wonder it was staring you
in the face, Mike!
Oi!
Lonely Hearts?
No.
Something called "Discretion".
Discretion. A discreet
service plus a mature service...
Equals a lifelong companion.
Hammersmith 772.
It sounds like a marriage bureau.
Let's go.
'It's me.'
So, can I see you?
Yes.
'Do you want to see me?'
'Yes.'
Discretion. Miss Jane Greenaway.
Sarge, what's her name?
Jane Greenaway?
She's through there, but do you...
You need an appointment!
Can I help you, gentlemen?
I'm Sergeant Harvey.
This is Chief Inspector Jericho.
Yes, I know who you are.
I recognise Mr Jericho.
And you are?
Miss Jane Greenaway.
You run the place?
Yes. Established two years.
What can I do for you, Inspector?
Have men by the names of
Charles Hewitt
and Thomas Eliot
registered with you?
What's this concerning?
I'm afraid I cannot say.
Well, we are nothing here,
if we are not discreet.
If you cannot say,
then I cannot say.
I really cannot say.
I really, really cannot say.
I really - I really think
we should just get on with this.
A major police incident
may be linked to your bureau.
What major police incident?
And we need access to every file
of every client. No! No!
If you don't tell me what this is
about, then I cannot help you.
I work here
on behalf of the women in this city
who are looking for a husband, who I
try to empower through my discretion
and confidentiality to overcome the
stigma in finding a husband this way.
I will not break
that confidentiality,
just because three thuggish men in
suits walk into my office and tell me to.
I don't care who you are.
Miss Greenaway...
It's about murder.
Thank you.
Thomas Stearns Eliot.
He's been with us about a month.
So, how many women were introduced
to him during that time?
It doesn't work like that.
Here, it's the women who choose.
They pay for a number of profiles
and it's up to them to approach
the man - if they want to.
They are in control.
How many women
bought Mr Eliot's details?
37.
But no-one by the name of Charles
Hewitt has ever been to the bureau.
Teller.
Tell her what?
Edward Teller?
Edward Teller!
Er, Mr Edward Teller has been
with us for about about ten days.
Edward Teller's name kept cropping
up in the pub last night.
The leading US proponent of the
H-bomb. He's like Charles Hewitt.
He used a pseudonym.
Hewitt called himself
"Edward Teller".
So we now know that five women bought
the details to both Hewitt and Eliot.
So, what do we do now, eh?
We can hardly doorstep these women,
with MI5 wanting Hewitt's murder
under wraps.
We need to find the woman
that Hewitt saw the night he died.
Yeah.
If we're being discreet, why don't
we set up dates with these women?
Maybe they'll have a drink.
We could get a print off a glass,
a bit of lipstick, which we can
check to see if it's Pink Beach.
We only move in when we've linked
them to the crime.
You want to go on dates
with these women?
Well, not me.
I mean, these women are elderly.
They're not elderly.
Mature.
I am not elderly.
Also, I am married.
To a woman who would kill me
if I did something like that.
You'd have a whole new investigation
on your hands.
I've promised myself I'm not going to
talk much. I'm actually going to listen.
Because I do talk too much.
No, you don't.
I might be in danger
of pushing you away.
It's just I know nothing about you,
except you're a horticulturalist.
I have your Valentine's present.
It's good.
My project for you, not that I'm
going to have projects for you,
is to... is to get you to read more.
To help you with your...
your reading thing.
Were you with someone
on Valentine's?
No.
I don't want to be made a fool of.
I'm too old to be sitting here,
feeling like this.
I love you.
No-one else.
Please, sir,
there is a genuine possibility
that one of these women was the last
to see Charles Hewitt alive.
But does it have to be you?
They'll know you're a policeman.
The bureau have handled
well-known names before.
He charms them,
asks a few subtle questions.
We get lipstick and prints
and he says he's got to go.
We won't question them directly,
sir,
once I establish where they were
on the night of the murder.
You are not to take
these women out of the restaurant.
You are not to lay a hand
on these women.
You are not to have
relations with them.
What do you think I am, eh?
How long have I worked for you?
We talked about your life yesterday.
Do you know where those photographs
came from?
Let's not talk about this now.
Oh, let's talk about this now.
Not here!
Hey, Jericho!
Are you having trouble with women?
You got a problem with me?
You got a problem with me?
Yeah.
You want to step outside?
Yid.
What?
Clive.
What did you call him?
Clive.
Step outside and I'll tell you.
What is this "stepping outside" all
the time? Do you want to go dancing?
Clive, leave it. Come on.
He's not worth it.
Neither was she.
If I am to contact these women
and pitch you as Discretion's
"exclusive client",
ideal for them,
you will need to be sensitive
to their situation.
After all,
you are a famous policeman,
while most of the women
who use our service
do so because they will have
children,
maybe other dependants
and little income.
They will be widowed or divorced.
Some deserted.
I will be angry with you, Mr Jericho, if you
lead them up the garden path and make them cry.
Today's Standard! Today's Standard!
My husband, Damien,
was a philanderer,
a GP who enjoyed the physical side
of an examination.
I took the initiative in the
divorce, I'll tell you that.
But what I want from a man,
Inspector, is very clear.
For my children,
I need a degree of income, status.
And for myself,
I demand subservience and the
ability to keep your trousers on.
From what I've read about you in the
papers, you may well fit that bill.
Everything OK, sir? Another coffee?
A white wine, please. Chablis.
Sir?
I'll have a whisky, please.
You don't like me.
Yes, I do.
Good.
So, what happens now?
Shall we arrange dinner?
Yeah, lovely. I, erm, I've got your number,
so I'll give you a call.
No, you won't.
Yes, I will.
You won't call.
Yes, I will call you.
Why don't we just say Tuesday?
Yes, that would be great.
I haven't got my diary, but it's...
That'll be fine. I'll call you.
Careful!
How's he doing?
He is enjoying himself immensely.
Do you think he's going to be long?
I'm 39 years old.
You can't be much more.
Oh, come on!
And you've never been married,
which is very hard to believe.
Ah, it's true.
No children?
Not even in Casablanca?
Somewhere?
Marseilles?
No.
Not even in a Mediterranean seaport.
Think what you've missed.
Or avoided.
Don't they say
the greatest tragedy in life
is men love women, women love
children and children love hamsters?
Cheers.
Cheers.
You're waiting tables in Soho?
Yes.
Have you been sacked?
Look, I will try and get there
as soon as I can.
Please do, John.
Your mother's getting out your baby
photos for the fifth time.
It's embarrassing you're not here.
You, er, you have children, Sadie?
Two. Very clever.
My daughter's at school
and my son...
He is very clever. He's doing
a Guild apprenticeship.
Your eyes.
You have lovely eyes... for a man.
You're not drinking?
What's your middle name?
David.
That's my father's name.
Really?
He was a policeman, like you.
In Coventry.
You have to go?
Yeah, it's just I know the bloke
who runs this place -
You're going to help him wash up?
Cards.
So... um...
I've got your number.
Through the bureau.
Er, the bill, please.
I can't help it if she didn't drink.
Anyway, we don't need her lipstick.
Then why are we here?
First, Sadie Swettenham
is a brunette...
I know, I know, but, listen,
this kid's far too sweet.
Sweet?
She's not the one we're looking for.
What's the first girl's name?
Margaret Epsom.
Different lipstick.
She gives me the creeps.
She comes out tonight.
Look, why don't we go back to mine?
We'll talk this through, Mike.
Hm? I'll get Rita
to get us some food.
No. You two clear up.
I'm going to stay on
and have a drink.
Hello.
I hope you won a lot of money in
the first hand and got out quickly.
Because poker's not normally
this fast a game.
So, uh, you live in Primrose Hill?
We do.
In a lovely old house,
in one of the nice streets.
It's too big for us, really,
but we've been there for a year.
So, uh... Why did you come to
London?
Work. I'm a nurse.
I fancied a big city hospital
and to move on.
Sadie...
How did... How did your husband die?
Let's not look back.
Let's not tell each other
our stories. Not tonight.
Talk to me.
Look ahead and tell me something about
this year that you're looking forward to.
A holiday. A football match.
I don't know what you like.
I'm not going to let you go.
You felt it when we met, didn't you?
You felt like me.
I hated it when you walked away.
I should come back with you.
Yes?
I should come back.
How have you done for me,
Louis the Lip?
You don't seem
your usual chipper self, Lou.
Have you been keeping an eye on
my favourite French tart?
One of her regular clients,
Mr Christie, er...
He's an actor, erm...
Shaftesbury Avenue. Matinee idol.
The other one,
with the most to lose,
is a Reverend.
Erm... married, kids.
St Mike's Church.
Amongst the threats sent to
your brother there's a sequence.
I won't know anything
about these people.
They all seem to come from
the same person. Let me show you.
The sequence... is characterised
by the vowels always being
in the wrong place,
which is often a characteristic
in reading disorders.
This person could be the killer.
They seem to chronicle
someone's death.
Did your brother have any connection
with the Royal Engineers?
Or anyone who might have witnessed
the tests at Christmas Island?
Of course not.
Mother! What are you doing?
I want to do something for my son.
Are you OK, Mrs Hewitt?
Charles?
No.
I did you wrong.
I should have loved my baby.
Terrible wrong.
And that night,
when you were dressed for...
Valentine's.
I'm going out tonight.
I'm... I'm out.
I was so frightened and lonely.
And when you came back...
I came back?
The night you died.
'I should have called out to you.'
What do you mean,
I "came back"?
What time was it?
Of the five women who requested
details on the two men,
we've failed to establish an alibi
for two of them
at the time of Hewitt's killing.
Margaret Epsom and Sadie Swettenham.
Margaret Epsom...
She hung around for hours
after our appointment watching me.
In what way was she watching you?
Like the Avenging Angel of Death.
Can you link them
to the crime scene?
No. No, but Swettenham wasn't there.
I know I haven't got her prints,
but she's...
Come on, she's no killer.
If a woman did this, you'd have to
be very angry with men, vengeful.
You'd need great strength and
determination to kill a man like that.
Mrs Epsom's got a conviction
for assault on her husband.
After finding out about an affair,
she wrecked his surgery.
Did she strangle him with
cheese-wire?
If MI5 would allow us to do our job,
we could establish
within five minutes
whether she went on dates
with either Eliot or Hewitt.
Interview her on the death of Eliot.
Eliot only.
Right. Come on.
Let's do Swettenham, as well.
You do Epsom.
I'll do Swettenham. It'll be
quicker.
Michael!
Hi. Good morning.
What are you doing here?
I thought we'd have a little chat.
And preferably not outside.
Er...
It's all right.
Don't worry. It's... It's all right.
Kids... What a mess!
This is Michael.
Hello.
My Sarah.
Oh, pleased to meet you, Sarah.
And Edmund.
Pleased to meet you Edmund.
Do you want a cup of tea?
I'd love one. Thank you.
Sit down.
It's all right.
I'm fine, I'm fine.
When I grow up,
I'm going to be a fisherman.
Are you? A good job.
People always need fish.
What about you, Edmund? You're going
to be an apprentice, I hear.
What at?
He's not started yet.
So, what trade
are you going to go into?
E... E... E...
Elect... Elect...
Electrician.
A good trade, a very good trade.
Am I the only one having a cup
of tea? Shall we all have one?
Can I give you a hand?
Yes.
I did meet up with Mr Eliot, yes.
When?
Two days before Valentine's.
Anything unusual about the meeting?
No, it was short and unpleasant.
Rather like him, actually.
I knew we wouldn't get on.
Then why meet him?
Miss Epsom's had rather a
scatter-gun approach to the process.
Haven't you?
Which is fine.
I got the impression
he was a bosom fetishist.
I've never cared for bosom...
fetishists.
Nor indeed been able to say it.
But I attract them.
A young chap was staring
the night I met a man in Richmond
called Mr Teller.
Now, that was a nice quiet man.
Though I was on my date
with Mr Teller, this man followed.
This young man,
the one who was staring,
can you describe his appearance?
If you return their look,
it just encourages them.
But he was carrying a red holdall.
He was clutching it.
It's what I kept seeing,
out of the corner of my eye.
So, this is you?
You're not just a... a gardener?
Pull it. Pull it!
Qu-qu-quickly!
Come on. Yank it!
Give it to me!
Hang on, hang on, hang on. Hold it!
Yank it!
OK.
I used to do this with my dad.
Did you make it?
Hughie.
Who's Hughie? Your dad?
Coventry. M-m-mum's m-m-man.
He made it.
F-f-for my b-b-birthday.
Last month.
You've been here a year.
Three weeks.
Edmund, give me the kite!
Give me it!
Edmund!
Why have you lied to me?
Why do you think?
No job?
You've been here three weeks?
Why did you come?
Hughie left.
Just left one day.
I didn't want to try again there.
Not any more.
I'm sorry for wasting your time,
sir.
If you strip away...
what we do, where we live,
what baggage we have,
we're just people.
I wanted to be the best version
of myself for you.
Fiona Hewitt's been in the scout hut
for over an hour, sir.
She and Gadd definitely know
each other.
Anyone else with them?
No, they're just talking.
Wait. She's coming out.
She's coming out.
Who do I follow, sir?
In a minute, Pen.
DC Caldicott asked me to check a list of men who
served with the Royal Engineers on Christmas Island.
'Captain Robin Phillips went to
the same school as Alex Gadd.'
He's been in hospital for the last
five months dying of leukaemia.
I spoke to the school
and he and Gadd were like brothers.
Were? He died the day before
Hewitt was murdered.
Who's this who "died today"?
Stay with Gadd.
Sir.
Tell Caldicott not to let him
out of his sight.
I want Fiona Hewitt picked up
and I want her scared.
She's already here, sir.
She walked in about 20 minutes ago,
asking for you.
She says she knows
who killed her brother.
What did you talk about
with Alex this morning?
His friend. At Christmas Island.
'He was ordered to, erm...
look at the explosions.'
Wearing just a hat
and cotton overalls.
'The, erm, blisters on his face
and chest, the blackouts,
the leukaemia -'
'Which Alex blamed on the bomb.'
'On Charles.
He said his friend was drenched
in radioactive rain.
Alex claims it had to have had
some effect on his health.'
But he's just...
looking for someone to blame.
He's got himself
a little bomb-making factory.
Guv!
Who's next on the list?
Kenneth Cook.
23, Lord Lytton Avenue, Blackheath.
He's just sitting there. He's made
no attempt to enter the property.
Inspector Jericho wants to know
if he has a red holdall with him.
Yes, he does.
John, they think
he's carrying a bomb.
'On no account must he be
approached. Do you understand?'
'John?'
'John, did you hear me.
John, can you answer me, please?'
Excuse me, ladies. DC Caldicott.
Scotland Yard. Move along, please.
Now! Please.
You want to know what the difference
is between us and them, John?
Please give me the bag, Alex.
The difference is...
they have no imagination.
I went to kill Charles Hewitt.
I followed him around Richmond
that night.
I was going to put this...
under his car.
But he doesn't drive.
So I thought I'd put it
under his bed.
I knew that he and Fiona were out
and so I went to his house,
wanting him dead.
Wanting him out of this world,
because the world would be
a better place
without his diseased brain in it.
Just give me the bag.
But I kept thinking of his mother.
Imagining what it would be like
for her to lose another son.
Imagining how Fiona would feel,
seeing him die like that.
Why couldn't we have
the imagination of Hewitt...
or the bastard that lives here?
See cause, but not effect.
Reducing people to numbers.
That doesn't see the human beings...
who suffer because of their actions.
Because we're better than them.
But we let the worst people win.
All the time.
Look, just give me the bag.
Let me have the bag. Trust me.
Just let me take the bag. Yeah?
You let me have the bag
and it's going to be OK.
Trust me.
Actually, I'll...
I'll just leave this over here.
Walk away from it, Alex.
Hm?
You followed Charles Hewitt in
Richmond on the night he died.
You said he was with a woman.
Yes.
Right. Would you recognise her?
Which one?
She was there.
Epsom.
I'd watched her with him, two nights
before. She was back, looking at him.
But she wasn't on a date with him
on the night he was murdered?
No.
So, who was he with, then?
Which of these women
was sitting at the table with him?
She was blonde. She isn't here.
Are you sure?
Well done, Constable.
Well done.
J'arrive.
So we can link Margaret Epsom
to the crime scene.
Right. We talk to Cherry. Interview
her first thing tomorrow, Clive.
I'd better keep out of the way.
And Sadie?
Well, Gadd looked at her photograph.
He didn't recognise her.
Then why did he pick it up?
I don't know... Um...
She's an attractive woman.
I don't know.
She said she didn't see anyone else
from the bureau.
She has lied to you about
most things in her life, sir.
Couldn't she be lying about that?
She wasn't wearing
Pink Beach lipstick.
She... she's not even blonde.
Maybe she was wearing a wig.
You didn't get her lipstick.
You didn't get her prints.
Did you see her make-up bag in her
flat? Did you check it for Pink Beach?
No.
Clive...
We don't rule her out just yet.
Where's your husband...
Mrs Barker?
Mmm?
You see, my colleague and I,
we've just returned from Portsmouth,
where he had the pleasure
of our company.
Says it was a whirlwind romance.
Introduced at 11:15...
by, er...
Mr Gardner.
Married at 11:30.
He pockets 60 quid, and you...
pocket residency.
We've also had a little chat
to some of your customers
who have... a reputation to uphold.
And in return for a little
discretion,
they have agreed to testify that
your services only come
after a price is paid...
to your man upstairs.
Now...
you don't want to find yourself
on the ferry,
back to whatever little hole
you crawled out of in France.
I want you to make a similar
statement, and...
to back it up for us in court.
Oui?
Shall I dictate?
Go up to Coventry,
ask the local plods
about the disappearance of a Scot
called Hughie Bremner.
He walked out on Sadie...
five or six weeks ago.
Find out where Sadie lived.
Ask around about her.
Mmm.
Now?!
Yeah. Well, if you leave now
you'll be in Coventry by dawn.
Hi.
You're not at The Night Owl?
No.
Why don't we, er...
have a meal?
Sometime. I mean, I'll cook.
Here.
4 o'clock in the morning?
Can I do the cooking?
Ahhh...
Yeah. You wore me down.
I'll bring the whisky.
Hey.
Go on.
Jericho.
Michael.
Is it all right for me to call?
I know we said we'd leave it for
you to make the next move, but...
I've been thinking of you.
Have you been thinking about me?
Yes.
What have you been thinking of me?
I'm, er, thinking...
Can I come and see you now?
Where are you, Sadie?
A phone box.
Primrose Hill.
You're not in Soho?
I could be.
Let's do something tomorrow, then.
Let's go dancing tomorrow night.
Yeah, it's good. It's a great idea.
We'll...
We'll do something tomorrow night,
yeah?
You're not...
You're not cold on me, are you,
Michael?
No.
No, of course not.
Good.
Bye.
Hugh Bremner, lad.
But he were never listed
as a missing person.
Is this it?
Yeah, it looks like we had him in
the drunk tank one night
after some fisticuffs down
The Greyhound.
Nothing about his disappearance?
People pass through Coventry
all the while.
Work comes, work goes.
If they keep their noses clean,
why should we hear about 'em?
He probably had a barney with this
woman and just sneaked off.
Thanks. Thanks...
U-u-used to...
g-g-go... fishing with Hughie.
Yeah? What sort of fishing?
C-c-canal.
Great.
He... knew places.
Yeah? I used to fishing with my dad.
And if he found a good spot,
he wouldn't even tell
his closest mate.
D-d-do... you like my mum?
Yes.
She must miss Hughie a lot.
I miss H-H-Hughie...
m-m-more.
Don't know what we're...
d-d-doing here.
Trying. Like everyone else.
S-s-she..tries.
P-p-picks... herself up.
What does she do for money?
W-w-we...
manage... thanks.
S-s-she sells stuff...
when she gets hold of it.
What? What sort of stuff?
Rings.
Th-things... that s-s-sell.
Hughie n-n-never had to give
us... some.
Do you know where Hughie went?
Do you know why Hughie went?
W-w-woke up...
s-s-she said he'd g-g-gone.
There you go. All done.
All right, Louis. What's up?
What are you looking so guilty
about?
I always look guilty, Mr Jericho.
It's what lands me in the slammer
every now and again.
If I looked innocent, I'd be a
multi-millionaire by now.
I'd be a king criminal pin.
I want you to get something for me.
Look, my ship's just come in
from the salons of Milan.
I can get you quality pants
for quality ladies.
Or quality bras.
For all shapes and sizes.
Mr J, whatever you desire, sir.
I want you to find a watch.
A very specific kind of watch
with the name Hewitt on the back.
You were dealing in watches,
weren't you?
Leave it with me.
All the neighbours have a tale to
tell about Mrs Swettenham, sir.
They used to call her
the Black Widow.
She'd take in lodgers, had a reputation
for having relationships with them.
That's how she got her kids.
And she would change a lot
for each man. Hair...
clothes, her hobbies,
even her accent,
to try to find a way to please them.
Good work, John. Well done.
Cheers, Rita.
What happened to Mr Swettenham?
Never was one.
Just called herself Mrs.
Hughie Bremner? Anything on him?
Ah, well, bit rough by all accounts.
They both drink heavily.
She'd be rolling round the streets
every weekend.
He'd had enough. Said he was going
fishing one Friday night,
never came back.
Caldicott's doing a search
down the canal tonight,
ask the anglers about him.
See if they know where he went.
What Charles Hewitt looked for...
in a woman -
"She ought to be well-read,
a good cook,
and if I have to express
a preference -
blonde."
She does exactly what
the men ask for, Mike.
And then suddenly for no reason,
strangles them with cheese wire?
She's a lonely woman.
She just wants a husband.
Darling...
she'll be taking you dancing next.
Yep.
Tonight.
Jenny.
Upstairs.
Come on, sweetheart.
Bring your book.
Clive...
Night, blondie. Rit, sorry...
You stay.
What are you doing, pal? Hmm?
Do you want to lose your job?
First you get involved with
a prostitute,
and now you can't keep your hands off a
woman we need to bring in for questioning.
If this investigation goes down...
It will NOT go down, Clive -
If this investigation goes down,
she'll walk free.
It won't go to trial.
And you and me will be hung out
to dry by the Yard
for being incompetent
and unprofessional.
And they'd be right to do it!
We cannot link this woman
with either the crime scene
or the victim.
And, ah, we have no idea
what motive she might have
to kill these men.
And if you spent 10 seconds
in her company,
you'd realise she's not capable
of that kind of violence.
You can tell that?!
Yes!
You know why, Clive?
Because I know people.
That's why I'm an inspector,
Sergeant, and you're not.
I have instinct.
She's not an angel.
She's not a saint.
Her days are one bloody hard effort
to get her life off the ground.
But she's not a killer.
She is our only suspect, Mike.
Cheers, Rit. Thanks.
The label in his coat
says "Hugh Bremner",
Won't be a minute, Michael.
Hi.
S-s-smart.
Here...
Does your mummy know
you're doing this?
Does she? Does she?
How long does your mum
take getting ready?
F-forever.
S-s-she...
started about... three hours a-a-ago.
Yeah, women, eh?
What are you doing?
Just admiring your little girl.
She seems to be...
joining in.
She always does.
See you later.
Mrs Hodge is downstairs
if you need her.
OK?
Good night.
I'm more nervous now
than the first night we met.
Really? Why?
I didn't realise, if I'm honest,
who you were.
You're famous.
It's the job that's famous, Sadie,
not me.
I've never met anybody
famous before.
Have you?
You must arrest Richard Burton and
the Duke of Edinburgh all the time.
All the time. Well, Prince Philip
likes to keep his nose clean.
I'm going to have another drink,
please.
OK.
And then...
I think we should dance.
Yeah...
I'll get you the same again, yeah?
Thank you.
This is DC Caldicott. I need to
speak to Inspector Jericho urgently.
He's not on duty tonight, sir.
Well, try his home.
Shall we leave here?
Where do you want to go?
I don't know.
Romance me.
I think we should stay here.
No, no, no.
Romance me.
Outside.
There's always quiet spots
down by the river.
Mr Michael Jericho.
Come on, romance me.
Sadie Swettenham?
Yes?
I'm arresting you on suspicion of
the murders of Charles Hewitt,
Thomas Eliot and High Bremner.
What?
You do not have to say anything
unless you wish to.
But anything you do say
will be taken down and may be used
as evidence against you.
Do you understand?
Michael...
Do you understand, Mrs Swettenham?
No. No!
Well done, Constable.
Thank you.
You'll make a fine detective.
Now go and get some coffee,
freshen up. Yes, sir.
Inspector Jericho, will you go home,
please?
No.
I want to interview her tonight.
Your behaviour has seriously
compromised this investigation.
You will report to me tomorrow
morning at 11 o'clock.
Between now and then, I don't want
to see you round here.
As, um... chief investigating
officer -
Shall I spell it out for you?
Do you want to make it more
embarrassing than it already is?
Sergeant Harvey will be assisting
a new chief investigating officer.
Now get out.
Who's...
Who's taking over?
Who's been a naughty girl, then?
Where's Michael?
Ooh, we'll get to him in a minute.
After Hughie left -
After you killed him.
After he went missing...
I wanted to escape.
Escape Coventry.
And what I'd become.
The drinking. I wasn't doing right
by my children.
I wanted a fresh start.
You wanted to be free of Hughie.
I wanted to be free of him,
but I thought he'd just go,
like the others.
You admit, Mrs Swettenham, to seeing
Charles Hewitt on Valentine's Day?
Yes. Yeah, tarted up
like Ruth Ellis.
Blonde wig, Pink Beach lipstick.
What lipstick? I'm not a Ruth Ellis.
You were blonde because he wrote
that that's what he liked.
You have a couple of drinks
and come on to him.
You find - No drink.
You have a couple of drinks, come on to him and find
yourself down by the river. What happens then, Mrs S?
Huh? What happens?
I'm not a Ruth Ellis.
Does something snap? You go so far
with the kissing, the neck thing...
the "Ohh, it's a little bit cold,
do you mind if I..." Mmm?
Then, hell's bells
and buckets of blood,
he's going to turn out to be a swine
like all the others.
Would you like a cup of tea -
She does not want a cup of tea!
He's going to turn out to be a swine
like all the others,
so I'd better make him pay for it
first. Is that what happens?
Is that what happens?!
No.
No. You planned it, didn't you?
You planned it.
You had the newspaper.
You're some sort of vigilante
for women
who was stupid enough to make do
with a thug like Hughie Bremner!
Did you go down to the river, Sadie,
with Hewitt?
Yes.
Did you kiss him on the neck?
It was just a good night kiss.
He wasn't like that.
He found even that difficult
to cope with.
Tom Eliot, did he find it
"difficult to cope with"?
He was a different man, wasn't he?
He wanted that sort of thing,
didn't he?
He was a nice man.
Jericho. Let's just stick to what
she's accused of.
No, no.
Sergeant.
What happened with Jericho?
He was a gentleman.
Nothing happened.
Nothing.
Louis.
What's this?
Hewitt's watch.
Where'd you get it?
Eh?
Dave the Canary.
Come on, where'd he get it?
No, no...
No, no, put that away, Mr J. J.
Look, are you in some sort
of trouble?
Actually, I don't want to know
if you are.
But if you are, then you should know
that Mr Christie is not your friend.
Not by a long chalk.
Go on.
No, look...
The Canary got it off this geezer
who bought it off some kid
outside a pub.
Now, no-one's seen the kid before.
They was having some sort of joke
with him, doing impressions or...
He had a stammer.
Clive, Clive...
It's the son, it's Edmund.
He's flogged Hewitt's watch.
I've got it here, it's in my hand.
Now, listen...
You've got to get the kid picked up.
She could have given him
the watch to sell on.
Rubbish!
It's not her, it's the boy.
Clive, listen to me. Just get him
picked up.
I'll come in and get a confession.
You are NOT coming in.
Sergeant.
One minute, sir.
Of course we're having the kids
picked up.
Mike, get out of that place.
And get some sleep before
tomorrow morning. Go on.
Listen, you. You're not my mother.
I know. And I thank the Lord for
small mercies such as that.
Now, go on!
Ohh!
Sarah.
My name's John, I'm a policeman.
Can we come in, please?
We'd like to talk to you
and your brother.
Where's my mum?
"Michael.
I've decided it's best
for me to leave.
I waited for you yesterday.
But didn't have time to say goodbye.
I think it's best
for both of us that I go.
And quickly, so things are not
made difficult for you.
I will remember our friendship.
I hope you will also.
It felt... like family.
I have nothing else to say, and...
a thousand things to say.
So, maybe I should say nothing.
Juliette."
Arrrrgh!
You...
She's... not going to get...
hurt.
Mum! Mum!
Finally, I'd like to pay tribute...
to the team of detectives,
led by Inspector Michael Jericho,
who at times put themselves
in great peril
in order to apprehend...
It's you!
It is you.
Scotland Yard is proud of its
officers.
None more so at this time...
Listen.
..than DI Jericho and his men.
Our wedding.
Yes?
It's not going to be
in the registry office.
No? No. I'm going to take
responsibility for it.
Hooray.
Well, are you sure this isn't just
applause going to your head?
I'm sure.
They got it back.
You should have it.
Oh, and, um...
We got a letter.
Was it badly spelt?
What did it say?
He said, that by the time
he said... he loved me,
he felt it.
He said he felt it.
May I sit down?
Yeah.
Do you know where they're moving
Edmund to?
Yes, um, Brixton.
They won't let me see him.
Oh, they will.
They'll let you see him there
in a few days.
I've been sitting here thinking,
what do I do now?
But it's obvious.
I support my boy,
through whatever happens.
Because he was trying
to support me.
I'm sorry, Michael.
Yes.
I'm sorry, too.
I was brought up by my grandma.
She was a nice person.
Always went to church.
She used to say,
"Be still,
and know that I am God."
Whatever happens in this world,
in your family or what...
could come out of the sky...
be still,
and have strength.
Do you think it's true?
I think it's true.
I'm happy, which is nice.
Nice place to be.
I'm a widow. Not that that's
a reason why I'm happy!
I lost my lovely husband five years
ago.
We were together for ten,
and I thank God for those ten years.
What did he do?
He was a postman...
like you.
That's what I thought when I saw
your letter.
"Synchronicity."
I shouldn't say this,
but I will...
You have beautiful eyes
for a man.
I have two lovely children.
Very clever children.
Good at school.
Your children are grown up?
Two sons.
David and Peter.
They're my father's names.
David Peter.
That same thing again.
Synchronicity.
I worry about my kids. The world
seems to be getting darker again.
That's nice.
It's difficult to be young now.
I don't know what the world's going
to be like for them.
Slow. Slowly.
Mr Eyes.
Within seconds of the atomic bomb
detonating over Hiroshima in 1945,
150,000 people had been vaporised.
Women. Children. Families.
You're nodding, Professor. People
became shadows in an instant.
And it is your contention, Charles
Hewitt,
as a chief scientist on Britain's
Thermonuclear Weapons Programme,
that bombs like these are no longer
powerful enough.
We er... We are...
We are working, yes,
towards a more persuasive threat.
How powerful are these
hydrogen bombs?
In layman's terms.
In addition to fission products,
an H bomb also releases enormous
amounts of, of energy.
They're up to a thousand times more
powerful
than the bomb dropped on Hiroshima.
A thousand times more.
Well, that... that is the aim.
Banning the bomb will not prevent
a third war, will it?
It will ensure merely that we lose
it when it comes.
Once... once war begins,
you need the weapons to win it.
If we're not prepared to face the
the horrors of war,
if we're not tough enough,
we will lose the conflict.
Women? Children? Families?
Would you like them to be British?
Families that die?
British or those of our enemies?
That is the choice.
We're all human beings, Professor.
Sometimes... sometimes it's necessary
to kill in order to preserve life.
It's necessary to kill
in order to preserve life?
Of course.
Sometimes.
Of course.
'I bet you young Valentine
lovers were humming along to that.'
All right, Dave? When did
they let you out, then?
Right, lads. Come on. The perfect
Valentine's gift.
Eh? And if you're not out with the
missus,
get yourself a couple for the
perfect two-timer.
Oh, lads, look, sorry...
I was thinking of moving on.
Never mind that.
Oh, come on lads, it's all kosher!
I said I was moving on!
Do either of you know
Inspector Jericho?
All right, Penny, will you date
this? What's the date? 14th.
You're going to break my arm!
Oi! Oi! Louis! What's going on?
Mr J! Mr Jericho!
Get them to show us a bit of love!
It's Valentine's Day!
Here, what you nicked him for?
Hang on! Hang on!
Ah, please, you're not going to
trace these. Come on.
Give him an hour, then let him go.
Come on, do it for me.
What do you mean, Valentine's?
It can't be. Night, all. Night.
You never told me, Caldicott.
It doesn't move, sir, it's the same
every year. Happy Valentine's.
Are you going out with... what's her
face? Angela. Yes I am, sir.
What about you?
Taking the wife out, guv.
Otherwise, of course, you'd be first
on the list. Ta-ra.
Ah! Room service!
Mr Christie.
You...
What have I done now, Mr Christie?
You're going to do a little job for
me.
You're going to tell me all you know
about your friend Mr Jericho.
All right, love?
Want some company, darling?
Oh...
Good evening.
You look nice. Thanks.
Um, I know we agreed to do this and
that's fine,
but it's Valentine's Day, did you
know that?
Do you have Valentine's Day in
France? Yes!
I mean, I didn't know it was today
and I didn't realise...
I didn't want you to think...
I didn't.
Shall we just go?
Yeah, sure, let's go.
Let me get my coat.
Don't let him go. I want that.
I'm afraid I haven't done our lovely
mother.
You've got that pleasure
all to yourself.
What have you done to your hair?
What do you mean, done to my hair?
Looks nice, Fi.
There's um, there's some food in
for her. She won't eat it.
So force feed her like they did the
suffragettes.
She's determined to die, but don't
let it happen on your watch.
I'm rather looking forward to
bearing witness.
Thank you.
Oh yes, and your um, your friend's
been again.
So which of your colleagues do you
want to invite from work?
Um... Sergeant Harvey and his wife.
Penny. And the Inspector.
Well, will they come, now we're not
in the church?
I don't know.
Now we're in the registry office,
there's not going to be as much space.
Will Jericho be expecting to bring
someone?
I don't think so.
Thanks.
Where's the bin?
In there.
Why don't you ask how I am, John?
Erm, I do.
Not really. Nor the baby.
I've er, I've warmed some chicken
soup for you,
which maybe you'll find quite nice.
Easier to eat.
I'll, I'll put it on the er...
on the foot of the bed.
I'm er...
I'm going out tonight.
I'm er... I'm out.
You can get a better picture than
that.
Je voudrais...
Je voudrais...
le...
Oh, God!
Bonsoir, Monsieur Jericho!
Est-ce que vous avez fait
votre choix? Oui.
Je voudrais le carre d'agneau.
Le carre d'agneau. Tres bien,
monsieur. Et pour madame?
Pour moi, le carre d'agneau aussi,
mais rose,
les pommes dauphinoise,
juste les legumes et la salade
a cote. D'accord.
That's Mr Jericho.
Mr Jericho. You are marvellous!
May we shake you by the hand?
I'm Daphne and this is my husband
Miles.
Pleasure to meet you.
We think you're doing a wonderful
job. Keeping our streets so safe.
Thank you.
We see you all the time in the
paper.
It really is lovely meeting you.
It's lovely meeting you. Thank you.
I'm sorry about that.
Does it embarrass you? To be here
with me? No. Of course not.
So, are your mother and father still
alive?
My mother.
What happened to your father?
He um...
I just er...
Tell me.
What is this, Desert Island Discs?
I think we'll go for my next record
which will be a Louis Armstrong.
I shouldn't be here with you.
Excuse me. The bill, please.
I am embarrassing you.
You're not.
I'm not chasing you, you silly man,
I'm paying at the desk.
We should have stayed in.
And it should have been
four o'clock in the morning.
I don't think we have a friendship
unless it's four in the morning.
I'm... I'm going to go and have a
drink. Do you want to come?
Good night.
Sir.
Where have you been? Where have
I been? You're not my dad, are you?
There's been a murder, sir.
Guv, he was found by a couple of
teenagers.
This part of the towpath's a bit of
a Lover's Lane.
Bit chilly down here for that, isn't
it?
Would have been in my day!
Identification?
Nothing. No wallet. No watch.
But I don't think robbery is the
motive here. Why not?
He's been strangled with cheese wire
and his mouth's been stuffed with
newspaper.
Are you cold?
Yeah.
Stamp your feet, then.
I know this man.
I know who it is.
Who? The H bomb scientist. Christmas
Island. Professor Charles Hewitt.
Lipstick.
Miss Fiona Hewitt?
Yes.
I'm Inspector Jericho of Scotland
Yard. Sergeant Harvey...
I telephoned the police station at
5:30 this afternoon
about the filth outside, and no-one
comes round until now!
They can't even spell annihilator,
they're such cretins!
Jericho. Can you spell it?
Spell annihilator.
You carry on, sarge.
You! You spell annihilator.
Is your mother in, Miss Hewitt?
Yes, sir?
Are the press in on this yet?
No.
Keep it that way.
MI5 thinks this is a political
assassination,
- They want a complete news blackout.
- Oh, great
What if it's not an assassination?
We are to investigate discreetly,
and we are to keep them
fully informed of any developments.
Now, his mother and sister are the
only two people that need to know.
OK.
OK.
Mrs Hewitt, I'm afraid to tell you
that your son has been killed.
Mrs Hewitt?
How?
He um... was attacked on a towpath
near The Thames.
He'd get at least one a day.
By hand?
Sometimes.
There are some more over here.
Who's this who died today?
Your brother?
They range from lunatic ravings to
extracts from the Bible,
not that that's a wide field of
reference.
Why didn't he report this to the
police? Wasn't he frightened?
No. You'd need the imagination to
see the people behind the abuse.
People were very difficult for my
brother.
For Charles, real life would glide
by, somewhere over there.
Was there a woman in his life?
No.
Apart from me.
We'll have to get this lot bagged.
You say his watch and wallet were
taken?
He wore our father's watch. It had
an inscription on the back.
It would mean a lot to us to get it
back.
Was your brother ever married?
Or any other previous relationships?
Inspector, the last time my brother
kissed a girl he was four years old.
I think even then he was just trying
to pass her, but got it wrong.
Well, who was he with last night?
No-one. No-one. I'd have known.
So what was he doing on Eel Pie
Island? Walking home.
From where?
What is a man who apparently doesn't
know one end of a woman from another,
what's he doing in Lover's Lane on
Valentine's Day
with lipstick on his neck?
Well, a DC in Keegan's Division is
dating a typist at Aldermaston.
He said Hewitt's a running joke
amongst the girls.
They call him The Monk.
Even monks have habits.
Maybe the lipstick was a kiss from
his sister?
No, he was definitely seeing someone
last night.
He'd ironed his own shirt
and he'd bought aftershave.
No, sir! It has to be politically
motivated.
That's why they stuffed this in his
mouth.
Hewitt's a bogeyman, his whole
family. His father was a physicist.
They even used his work to pave the
way for the H-bomb.
Why else would they use this
article?
Because they're making a point!
Sorry, who are?
The Ban The Bomb lot.
Really? Who are what? Writers,
teachers, intellectuals,
mothers with children, young men in duffel
coats who know all the words to Kumbaya,
whose whole reason of coming
together is to preserve life,
not take it away!
Who are pacifists, non-violent.
It just takes one crank.
Yes!
I don't even think you've read this,
sir!
Sorry, have you?
Yes!
Really? Well, what's it about, then?
It's from another page, but it's...
about transferring chemicals -
No, it's not. It's an insignificant
article about the arms race.
If you were making a political point
about your murder, Caldicott,
would you use this? No!
It's me. Yes.
The police have been round.
Mike, can I have a word, please?
If it's about MI5 -
No, it's not about MI5.
Sir...
Hope you can come.
Oh, right.
Why are you bringing the wedding
forward?
Come on, it's all right.
It's not all right, sir.
She's filled with shame.
She's going to have to give up her
job.
The wedding's going to be
nothing like she wanted.
She... she blames me,
and she's right.
We never ever talked about kids.
I have received information,
I imagine from a newspaper,
that alleges you are having a
relationship with a common prostitute.
I don't wish to go into detail.
Go into detail.
Is it true?
No.
You must realise, with your high profile,
you have a special place at the Yard.
If this relationship became widely
known,
or led to disciplinary action,
it could damage the whole force.
It's not true.
Mike, I've been sent photographs.
I don't know which newspaper they're
from which show you both in public.
She's a neighbour.
Yes. Mrs Juliette Barker.
Where are you going, Mike?
I've got work to do.
We will talk later.
Constable, you er... you think I'm
wrong.
Well, here's your chance to prove
it.
Find out where your duffel-coated
assassins are meeting tonight,
then find out who's been sending
this filth.
You got a duffel coat?
I do actually, sir, yeah.
Well, go and get it, you're going to
need it.
Guv, forensic report's in on Hewitt.
Five strands of blond hair were
found on the shoulder of his coat.
All right, get plain clothes in
Richmond.
See if you can get a sighting from
last night. Hewitt with a blonde.
And Clive, tell them to be discreet,
it's not to get out Hewitt's dead.
And try and trace this lipstick.
You never know, we might be lucky.
Oh, and circulate a description of
Hewitt's watch.
How many girls do you know
go on a date with cheese wire in
their pockets?
Why kill him like that? Is there
anything else in that paper?
Nothing. Nothing!
Personals.
30 Years of the Ziegfeld Girls.
Racing.
Apart from the obvious, there's...
there's nothing here that relates
to my brother.
Was he into racing? Could he have
run up a debt?
Oh, yes, and he also enjoyed orgies
with all the Ziegfeld Girls.
Exactly what my brother was like
Was he like your father?
No.
They had physics in common.
But where Charles was shy, my father
was erm, gregarious,
popular.
Growing up in the shade of a great
man can starve you of oxygen, Inspector.
Stunt your growth.
Especially when you're not the
favoured child.
And you were?
Hello. I'm Alex Gadd.
Hi.
Is it your first time here?
I'm sorry?
It's your first time?
Yes, yes. Thanks.
Can I take your name, please?
Yes, it's John...
Clop.
Are you coming to the march on
Saturday?
Well, yes, I'd, I'd like to.
It's awful when your children
die before you.
When our oldest son Stephen died,
it broke my husband's heart.
How did he die?
In a boating accident.
We were on holiday. Coniston Water.
I was in the boat with Stephen and
Charles when it capsized.
It was so dark.
Too dark.
I searched for my children in the
water,
but found only one.
I heard my husband on the bank
calling "Stephen!"
I prayed I had Stephen.
I saved the wrong child.
Look what Charles has become. He's
taken my husband's work
which was full of goodness and...
empowering the people of the
world...
He's used it as a springboard for
destruction.
Blackened his name and his legacy.
I will not grieve for him.
I will not.
Pandora's box has been opened
by my son.
A diseased brain in the sky.
That's what I think of when I see the
mushroom cloud over Christmas Island.
Every generation hands the world
on to the next.
Is this really going to be our
legacy?
If we don't challenge this, then how
dare we bring children into this world.
How dare we hold their hands as
they're burnt alive.
How dare we tell them that we love them, as
they waste away through radiation sickness.
How dare we bring life into this
world.
Ah, nice hobby.
Tell me it's a hobby. I'll buy that.
Or you're influenced by Anthony
Armstrong-Jones
and find me an irresistible subject.
You wouldn't be the first.
Do you ever speak?
Are you capable of speech?
Where's Christie?
A bientot.
Good night, love. See you again.
Do you know who that was?
Why don't you knock?
Do you know who that was? That was
Bob Christie. He's a policeman.
Oh, I'll send him a Christmas card.
Get out of my flat!
Look, Juliette, listen.
He's a dangerous man.
He's ransacked my flat,
he is out to hurt me!
What do you want me to do, check
every man's profession?
Check their name?
No.
Do you want to vet who comes in
here? Is that what you want?
What do you want from me?
Mike?
You want me four o'clock in the
morning. You want me now in restaurants.
You come in here like this.
Listen to me!
You have to be more careful.
No, I do not!
I have to be careful. I have to be
careful of YOU!
I do not want to be controlled by
you! By no man.
Leave my flat.
Listen to me. Juliette, please.
Leave my flat!
Go!
His name's Alexander Gadd.
'He's in the pub now with his group.
I've spent three hours with him.
Away from the public meeting he talks about
direct action against property and individual.'
Did they send the hate mail to
Hewitt?
I'm almost absolutely certain.
He has a target list of the top
scientists of the nuclear programme.
Names and addresses.
Charles Hewitt is at the top.
And he said we don't have to worry
about him any more.
That's what he said - as if he knows
the guy's already dead.
Can you get his home address?
Sir, sir, they're doing something
else tonight.
They're going to do something now!
Find out where and when. I'll try.
Alexander Gadd, you're 28 years old,
you're from a military family,
you were a conscientious objector
to National Service,
spending two years of your life
cleaning hospital toilets instead.
Am I on This Is Your Life?
MI5 have quite a file on you.
That's a surprise.
Mr Gadd believes that it's
individuals, not groups or movements
who change the course of history.
His tactics have included damage to
vehicles and property,
campaigns of hate mail, and now...
political assassination.
How do you know Charles Hewitt was
dead? I didn't.
I was told in the back of the car on
the way here, by Constable Clop.
No, you said in the pub, "We don't
have to worry about Hewitt any more".
Yes, because Hewitt has taken the
nuclear programme as far as he can.
And there are more important
scientists at Aldermaston now.
So where were you last night?
At home. Sublimating my frustration
at not having a Valentine
by writing hate mail.
To Charles Hewitt, amongst others.
Mr Gadd, have you ever used Pink Beach
lipstick from the Helena Rubenstein range,
available only in the UK from
exclusive stores in Oxford Street?
No.
Right, you're free to go.
Sir!
Can't we at least book him for
graffiti?
He didn't do any, did he? He only
had a pot of paint in his hand.
And he wasn't even trespassing
either
because Constable Clop didn't give
him time to get over the fence.
Well, tell me about it.
I just want to do something to
impress him, you know.
Get his approval.
Nothing that I do is good enough.
It's important to you?
Hm.
Not as important as you, obviously.
That is the correct response!
Well, we're permitted to meet again.
My parents have invited yours round,
so we can all gawp at each other
before the happy day.
It will be happy, yeah?
Thursday night, John.
OK.
Tattoo it on yourself somewhere.
How's the baby?
The baby's fine.
Tom Eliot.
He works out of the Abercorn Road
sorting office.
Set off on his round
about 6:15 this morning.
The boat yard's on his route.
Was he political?
Not according to his mates.
A pie-and-pint guy.
This time it's the Mirror.
There's nothing here
about Aldermaston,
nor Ziegfeld.
Nor racing.
The only subject he ever got worked
up about was Charlton Athletic.
Poor bloke!
OK, Caldicott. You're good at jumping
to conclusions. Jump to one now.
It's the same killer.
Oh, really?
So, what links the victims, eh?
One's a thermonuclear scientist
half the country hates.
The other's a postman
liked by his mates.
One's killed at night,
with lipstick on his neck,
the other in broad daylight at work.
They were both killed by the river.
OK, what is this? The Case
of the Disgruntled Fisherman?
Doesn't like to be disturbed.
Sometimes wears lipstick,
sometimes doesn't.
One day reads The Mirror,
one day The Times.
Copycat?
No. No-one knew Hewitt was dead.
Alex Gadd?
The Hewitt family?
We didn't tell them how Hewitt died.
We wouldn't need to,
if they'd killed him.
Why a postman, eh, Clive?
Something's staring us in the face.
What is it?
At the moment, the only thing
staring me in the face is you.
Does any more of this hate mail
have spelling mistakes in it?
Tom Eliot's Mirror?
Where's Hewitt's Times?
Personals.
Erm... Right. Both lonely.
Both unmarried.
Both in desperate need of a woman.
No wonder it was staring you
in the face, Mike!
Oi!
Lonely Hearts?
No.
Something called "Discretion".
Discretion. A discreet
service plus a mature service...
Equals a lifelong companion.
Hammersmith 772.
It sounds like a marriage bureau.
Let's go.
'It's me.'
So, can I see you?
Yes.
'Do you want to see me?'
'Yes.'
Discretion. Miss Jane Greenaway.
Sarge, what's her name?
Jane Greenaway?
She's through there, but do you...
You need an appointment!
Can I help you, gentlemen?
I'm Sergeant Harvey.
This is Chief Inspector Jericho.
Yes, I know who you are.
I recognise Mr Jericho.
And you are?
Miss Jane Greenaway.
You run the place?
Yes. Established two years.
What can I do for you, Inspector?
Have men by the names of
Charles Hewitt
and Thomas Eliot
registered with you?
What's this concerning?
I'm afraid I cannot say.
Well, we are nothing here,
if we are not discreet.
If you cannot say,
then I cannot say.
I really cannot say.
I really, really cannot say.
I really - I really think
we should just get on with this.
A major police incident
may be linked to your bureau.
What major police incident?
And we need access to every file
of every client. No! No!
If you don't tell me what this is
about, then I cannot help you.
I work here
on behalf of the women in this city
who are looking for a husband, who I
try to empower through my discretion
and confidentiality to overcome the
stigma in finding a husband this way.
I will not break
that confidentiality,
just because three thuggish men in
suits walk into my office and tell me to.
I don't care who you are.
Miss Greenaway...
It's about murder.
Thank you.
Thomas Stearns Eliot.
He's been with us about a month.
So, how many women were introduced
to him during that time?
It doesn't work like that.
Here, it's the women who choose.
They pay for a number of profiles
and it's up to them to approach
the man - if they want to.
They are in control.
How many women
bought Mr Eliot's details?
37.
But no-one by the name of Charles
Hewitt has ever been to the bureau.
Teller.
Tell her what?
Edward Teller?
Edward Teller!
Er, Mr Edward Teller has been
with us for about about ten days.
Edward Teller's name kept cropping
up in the pub last night.
The leading US proponent of the
H-bomb. He's like Charles Hewitt.
He used a pseudonym.
Hewitt called himself
"Edward Teller".
So we now know that five women bought
the details to both Hewitt and Eliot.
So, what do we do now, eh?
We can hardly doorstep these women,
with MI5 wanting Hewitt's murder
under wraps.
We need to find the woman
that Hewitt saw the night he died.
Yeah.
If we're being discreet, why don't
we set up dates with these women?
Maybe they'll have a drink.
We could get a print off a glass,
a bit of lipstick, which we can
check to see if it's Pink Beach.
We only move in when we've linked
them to the crime.
You want to go on dates
with these women?
Well, not me.
I mean, these women are elderly.
They're not elderly.
Mature.
I am not elderly.
Also, I am married.
To a woman who would kill me
if I did something like that.
You'd have a whole new investigation
on your hands.
I've promised myself I'm not going to
talk much. I'm actually going to listen.
Because I do talk too much.
No, you don't.
I might be in danger
of pushing you away.
It's just I know nothing about you,
except you're a horticulturalist.
I have your Valentine's present.
It's good.
My project for you, not that I'm
going to have projects for you,
is to... is to get you to read more.
To help you with your...
your reading thing.
Were you with someone
on Valentine's?
No.
I don't want to be made a fool of.
I'm too old to be sitting here,
feeling like this.
I love you.
No-one else.
Please, sir,
there is a genuine possibility
that one of these women was the last
to see Charles Hewitt alive.
But does it have to be you?
They'll know you're a policeman.
The bureau have handled
well-known names before.
He charms them,
asks a few subtle questions.
We get lipstick and prints
and he says he's got to go.
We won't question them directly,
sir,
once I establish where they were
on the night of the murder.
You are not to take
these women out of the restaurant.
You are not to lay a hand
on these women.
You are not to have
relations with them.
What do you think I am, eh?
How long have I worked for you?
We talked about your life yesterday.
Do you know where those photographs
came from?
Let's not talk about this now.
Oh, let's talk about this now.
Not here!
Hey, Jericho!
Are you having trouble with women?
You got a problem with me?
You got a problem with me?
Yeah.
You want to step outside?
Yid.
What?
Clive.
What did you call him?
Clive.
Step outside and I'll tell you.
What is this "stepping outside" all
the time? Do you want to go dancing?
Clive, leave it. Come on.
He's not worth it.
Neither was she.
If I am to contact these women
and pitch you as Discretion's
"exclusive client",
ideal for them,
you will need to be sensitive
to their situation.
After all,
you are a famous policeman,
while most of the women
who use our service
do so because they will have
children,
maybe other dependants
and little income.
They will be widowed or divorced.
Some deserted.
I will be angry with you, Mr Jericho, if you
lead them up the garden path and make them cry.
Today's Standard! Today's Standard!
My husband, Damien,
was a philanderer,
a GP who enjoyed the physical side
of an examination.
I took the initiative in the
divorce, I'll tell you that.
But what I want from a man,
Inspector, is very clear.
For my children,
I need a degree of income, status.
And for myself,
I demand subservience and the
ability to keep your trousers on.
From what I've read about you in the
papers, you may well fit that bill.
Everything OK, sir? Another coffee?
A white wine, please. Chablis.
Sir?
I'll have a whisky, please.
You don't like me.
Yes, I do.
Good.
So, what happens now?
Shall we arrange dinner?
Yeah, lovely. I, erm, I've got your number,
so I'll give you a call.
No, you won't.
Yes, I will.
You won't call.
Yes, I will call you.
Why don't we just say Tuesday?
Yes, that would be great.
I haven't got my diary, but it's...
That'll be fine. I'll call you.
Careful!
How's he doing?
He is enjoying himself immensely.
Do you think he's going to be long?
I'm 39 years old.
You can't be much more.
Oh, come on!
And you've never been married,
which is very hard to believe.
Ah, it's true.
No children?
Not even in Casablanca?
Somewhere?
Marseilles?
No.
Not even in a Mediterranean seaport.
Think what you've missed.
Or avoided.
Don't they say
the greatest tragedy in life
is men love women, women love
children and children love hamsters?
Cheers.
Cheers.
You're waiting tables in Soho?
Yes.
Have you been sacked?
Look, I will try and get there
as soon as I can.
Please do, John.
Your mother's getting out your baby
photos for the fifth time.
It's embarrassing you're not here.
You, er, you have children, Sadie?
Two. Very clever.
My daughter's at school
and my son...
He is very clever. He's doing
a Guild apprenticeship.
Your eyes.
You have lovely eyes... for a man.
You're not drinking?
What's your middle name?
David.
That's my father's name.
Really?
He was a policeman, like you.
In Coventry.
You have to go?
Yeah, it's just I know the bloke
who runs this place -
You're going to help him wash up?
Cards.
So... um...
I've got your number.
Through the bureau.
Er, the bill, please.
I can't help it if she didn't drink.
Anyway, we don't need her lipstick.
Then why are we here?
First, Sadie Swettenham
is a brunette...
I know, I know, but, listen,
this kid's far too sweet.
Sweet?
She's not the one we're looking for.
What's the first girl's name?
Margaret Epsom.
Different lipstick.
She gives me the creeps.
She comes out tonight.
Look, why don't we go back to mine?
We'll talk this through, Mike.
Hm? I'll get Rita
to get us some food.
No. You two clear up.
I'm going to stay on
and have a drink.
Hello.
I hope you won a lot of money in
the first hand and got out quickly.
Because poker's not normally
this fast a game.
So, uh, you live in Primrose Hill?
We do.
In a lovely old house,
in one of the nice streets.
It's too big for us, really,
but we've been there for a year.
So, uh... Why did you come to
London?
Work. I'm a nurse.
I fancied a big city hospital
and to move on.
Sadie...
How did... How did your husband die?
Let's not look back.
Let's not tell each other
our stories. Not tonight.
Talk to me.
Look ahead and tell me something about
this year that you're looking forward to.
A holiday. A football match.
I don't know what you like.
I'm not going to let you go.
You felt it when we met, didn't you?
You felt like me.
I hated it when you walked away.
I should come back with you.
Yes?
I should come back.
How have you done for me,
Louis the Lip?
You don't seem
your usual chipper self, Lou.
Have you been keeping an eye on
my favourite French tart?
One of her regular clients,
Mr Christie, er...
He's an actor, erm...
Shaftesbury Avenue. Matinee idol.
The other one,
with the most to lose,
is a Reverend.
Erm... married, kids.
St Mike's Church.
Amongst the threats sent to
your brother there's a sequence.
I won't know anything
about these people.
They all seem to come from
the same person. Let me show you.
The sequence... is characterised
by the vowels always being
in the wrong place,
which is often a characteristic
in reading disorders.
This person could be the killer.
They seem to chronicle
someone's death.
Did your brother have any connection
with the Royal Engineers?
Or anyone who might have witnessed
the tests at Christmas Island?
Of course not.
Mother! What are you doing?
I want to do something for my son.
Are you OK, Mrs Hewitt?
Charles?
No.
I did you wrong.
I should have loved my baby.
Terrible wrong.
And that night,
when you were dressed for...
Valentine's.
I'm going out tonight.
I'm... I'm out.
I was so frightened and lonely.
And when you came back...
I came back?
The night you died.
'I should have called out to you.'
What do you mean,
I "came back"?
What time was it?
Of the five women who requested
details on the two men,
we've failed to establish an alibi
for two of them
at the time of Hewitt's killing.
Margaret Epsom and Sadie Swettenham.
Margaret Epsom...
She hung around for hours
after our appointment watching me.
In what way was she watching you?
Like the Avenging Angel of Death.
Can you link them
to the crime scene?
No. No, but Swettenham wasn't there.
I know I haven't got her prints,
but she's...
Come on, she's no killer.
If a woman did this, you'd have to
be very angry with men, vengeful.
You'd need great strength and
determination to kill a man like that.
Mrs Epsom's got a conviction
for assault on her husband.
After finding out about an affair,
she wrecked his surgery.
Did she strangle him with
cheese-wire?
If MI5 would allow us to do our job,
we could establish
within five minutes
whether she went on dates
with either Eliot or Hewitt.
Interview her on the death of Eliot.
Eliot only.
Right. Come on.
Let's do Swettenham, as well.
You do Epsom.
I'll do Swettenham. It'll be
quicker.
Michael!
Hi. Good morning.
What are you doing here?
I thought we'd have a little chat.
And preferably not outside.
Er...
It's all right.
Don't worry. It's... It's all right.
Kids... What a mess!
This is Michael.
Hello.
My Sarah.
Oh, pleased to meet you, Sarah.
And Edmund.
Pleased to meet you Edmund.
Do you want a cup of tea?
I'd love one. Thank you.
Sit down.
It's all right.
I'm fine, I'm fine.
When I grow up,
I'm going to be a fisherman.
Are you? A good job.
People always need fish.
What about you, Edmund? You're going
to be an apprentice, I hear.
What at?
He's not started yet.
So, what trade
are you going to go into?
E... E... E...
Elect... Elect...
Electrician.
A good trade, a very good trade.
Am I the only one having a cup
of tea? Shall we all have one?
Can I give you a hand?
Yes.
I did meet up with Mr Eliot, yes.
When?
Two days before Valentine's.
Anything unusual about the meeting?
No, it was short and unpleasant.
Rather like him, actually.
I knew we wouldn't get on.
Then why meet him?
Miss Epsom's had rather a
scatter-gun approach to the process.
Haven't you?
Which is fine.
I got the impression
he was a bosom fetishist.
I've never cared for bosom...
fetishists.
Nor indeed been able to say it.
But I attract them.
A young chap was staring
the night I met a man in Richmond
called Mr Teller.
Now, that was a nice quiet man.
Though I was on my date
with Mr Teller, this man followed.
This young man,
the one who was staring,
can you describe his appearance?
If you return their look,
it just encourages them.
But he was carrying a red holdall.
He was clutching it.
It's what I kept seeing,
out of the corner of my eye.
So, this is you?
You're not just a... a gardener?
Pull it. Pull it!
Qu-qu-quickly!
Come on. Yank it!
Give it to me!
Hang on, hang on, hang on. Hold it!
Yank it!
OK.
I used to do this with my dad.
Did you make it?
Hughie.
Who's Hughie? Your dad?
Coventry. M-m-mum's m-m-man.
He made it.
F-f-for my b-b-birthday.
Last month.
You've been here a year.
Three weeks.
Edmund, give me the kite!
Give me it!
Edmund!
Why have you lied to me?
Why do you think?
No job?
You've been here three weeks?
Why did you come?
Hughie left.
Just left one day.
I didn't want to try again there.
Not any more.
I'm sorry for wasting your time,
sir.
If you strip away...
what we do, where we live,
what baggage we have,
we're just people.
I wanted to be the best version
of myself for you.
Fiona Hewitt's been in the scout hut
for over an hour, sir.
She and Gadd definitely know
each other.
Anyone else with them?
No, they're just talking.
Wait. She's coming out.
She's coming out.
Who do I follow, sir?
In a minute, Pen.
DC Caldicott asked me to check a list of men who
served with the Royal Engineers on Christmas Island.
'Captain Robin Phillips went to
the same school as Alex Gadd.'
He's been in hospital for the last
five months dying of leukaemia.
I spoke to the school
and he and Gadd were like brothers.
Were? He died the day before
Hewitt was murdered.
Who's this who "died today"?
Stay with Gadd.
Sir.
Tell Caldicott not to let him
out of his sight.
I want Fiona Hewitt picked up
and I want her scared.
She's already here, sir.
She walked in about 20 minutes ago,
asking for you.
She says she knows
who killed her brother.
What did you talk about
with Alex this morning?
His friend. At Christmas Island.
'He was ordered to, erm...
look at the explosions.'
Wearing just a hat
and cotton overalls.
'The, erm, blisters on his face
and chest, the blackouts,
the leukaemia -'
'Which Alex blamed on the bomb.'
'On Charles.
He said his friend was drenched
in radioactive rain.
Alex claims it had to have had
some effect on his health.'
But he's just...
looking for someone to blame.
He's got himself
a little bomb-making factory.
Guv!
Who's next on the list?
Kenneth Cook.
23, Lord Lytton Avenue, Blackheath.
He's just sitting there. He's made
no attempt to enter the property.
Inspector Jericho wants to know
if he has a red holdall with him.
Yes, he does.
John, they think
he's carrying a bomb.
'On no account must he be
approached. Do you understand?'
'John?'
'John, did you hear me.
John, can you answer me, please?'
Excuse me, ladies. DC Caldicott.
Scotland Yard. Move along, please.
Now! Please.
You want to know what the difference
is between us and them, John?
Please give me the bag, Alex.
The difference is...
they have no imagination.
I went to kill Charles Hewitt.
I followed him around Richmond
that night.
I was going to put this...
under his car.
But he doesn't drive.
So I thought I'd put it
under his bed.
I knew that he and Fiona were out
and so I went to his house,
wanting him dead.
Wanting him out of this world,
because the world would be
a better place
without his diseased brain in it.
Just give me the bag.
But I kept thinking of his mother.
Imagining what it would be like
for her to lose another son.
Imagining how Fiona would feel,
seeing him die like that.
Why couldn't we have
the imagination of Hewitt...
or the bastard that lives here?
See cause, but not effect.
Reducing people to numbers.
That doesn't see the human beings...
who suffer because of their actions.
Because we're better than them.
But we let the worst people win.
All the time.
Look, just give me the bag.
Let me have the bag. Trust me.
Just let me take the bag. Yeah?
You let me have the bag
and it's going to be OK.
Trust me.
Actually, I'll...
I'll just leave this over here.
Walk away from it, Alex.
Hm?
You followed Charles Hewitt in
Richmond on the night he died.
You said he was with a woman.
Yes.
Right. Would you recognise her?
Which one?
She was there.
Epsom.
I'd watched her with him, two nights
before. She was back, looking at him.
But she wasn't on a date with him
on the night he was murdered?
No.
So, who was he with, then?
Which of these women
was sitting at the table with him?
She was blonde. She isn't here.
Are you sure?
Well done, Constable.
Well done.
J'arrive.
So we can link Margaret Epsom
to the crime scene.
Right. We talk to Cherry. Interview
her first thing tomorrow, Clive.
I'd better keep out of the way.
And Sadie?
Well, Gadd looked at her photograph.
He didn't recognise her.
Then why did he pick it up?
I don't know... Um...
She's an attractive woman.
I don't know.
She said she didn't see anyone else
from the bureau.
She has lied to you about
most things in her life, sir.
Couldn't she be lying about that?
She wasn't wearing
Pink Beach lipstick.
She... she's not even blonde.
Maybe she was wearing a wig.
You didn't get her lipstick.
You didn't get her prints.
Did you see her make-up bag in her
flat? Did you check it for Pink Beach?
No.
Clive...
We don't rule her out just yet.
Where's your husband...
Mrs Barker?
Mmm?
You see, my colleague and I,
we've just returned from Portsmouth,
where he had the pleasure
of our company.
Says it was a whirlwind romance.
Introduced at 11:15...
by, er...
Mr Gardner.
Married at 11:30.
He pockets 60 quid, and you...
pocket residency.
We've also had a little chat
to some of your customers
who have... a reputation to uphold.
And in return for a little
discretion,
they have agreed to testify that
your services only come
after a price is paid...
to your man upstairs.
Now...
you don't want to find yourself
on the ferry,
back to whatever little hole
you crawled out of in France.
I want you to make a similar
statement, and...
to back it up for us in court.
Oui?
Shall I dictate?
Go up to Coventry,
ask the local plods
about the disappearance of a Scot
called Hughie Bremner.
He walked out on Sadie...
five or six weeks ago.
Find out where Sadie lived.
Ask around about her.
Mmm.
Now?!
Yeah. Well, if you leave now
you'll be in Coventry by dawn.
Hi.
You're not at The Night Owl?
No.
Why don't we, er...
have a meal?
Sometime. I mean, I'll cook.
Here.
4 o'clock in the morning?
Can I do the cooking?
Ahhh...
Yeah. You wore me down.
I'll bring the whisky.
Hey.
Go on.
Jericho.
Michael.
Is it all right for me to call?
I know we said we'd leave it for
you to make the next move, but...
I've been thinking of you.
Have you been thinking about me?
Yes.
What have you been thinking of me?
I'm, er, thinking...
Can I come and see you now?
Where are you, Sadie?
A phone box.
Primrose Hill.
You're not in Soho?
I could be.
Let's do something tomorrow, then.
Let's go dancing tomorrow night.
Yeah, it's good. It's a great idea.
We'll...
We'll do something tomorrow night,
yeah?
You're not...
You're not cold on me, are you,
Michael?
No.
No, of course not.
Good.
Bye.
Hugh Bremner, lad.
But he were never listed
as a missing person.
Is this it?
Yeah, it looks like we had him in
the drunk tank one night
after some fisticuffs down
The Greyhound.
Nothing about his disappearance?
People pass through Coventry
all the while.
Work comes, work goes.
If they keep their noses clean,
why should we hear about 'em?
He probably had a barney with this
woman and just sneaked off.
Thanks. Thanks...
U-u-used to...
g-g-go... fishing with Hughie.
Yeah? What sort of fishing?
C-c-canal.
Great.
He... knew places.
Yeah? I used to fishing with my dad.
And if he found a good spot,
he wouldn't even tell
his closest mate.
D-d-do... you like my mum?
Yes.
She must miss Hughie a lot.
I miss H-H-Hughie...
m-m-more.
Don't know what we're...
d-d-doing here.
Trying. Like everyone else.
S-s-she..tries.
P-p-picks... herself up.
What does she do for money?
W-w-we...
manage... thanks.
S-s-she sells stuff...
when she gets hold of it.
What? What sort of stuff?
Rings.
Th-things... that s-s-sell.
Hughie n-n-never had to give
us... some.
Do you know where Hughie went?
Do you know why Hughie went?
W-w-woke up...
s-s-she said he'd g-g-gone.
There you go. All done.
All right, Louis. What's up?
What are you looking so guilty
about?
I always look guilty, Mr Jericho.
It's what lands me in the slammer
every now and again.
If I looked innocent, I'd be a
multi-millionaire by now.
I'd be a king criminal pin.
I want you to get something for me.
Look, my ship's just come in
from the salons of Milan.
I can get you quality pants
for quality ladies.
Or quality bras.
For all shapes and sizes.
Mr J, whatever you desire, sir.
I want you to find a watch.
A very specific kind of watch
with the name Hewitt on the back.
You were dealing in watches,
weren't you?
Leave it with me.
All the neighbours have a tale to
tell about Mrs Swettenham, sir.
They used to call her
the Black Widow.
She'd take in lodgers, had a reputation
for having relationships with them.
That's how she got her kids.
And she would change a lot
for each man. Hair...
clothes, her hobbies,
even her accent,
to try to find a way to please them.
Good work, John. Well done.
Cheers, Rita.
What happened to Mr Swettenham?
Never was one.
Just called herself Mrs.
Hughie Bremner? Anything on him?
Ah, well, bit rough by all accounts.
They both drink heavily.
She'd be rolling round the streets
every weekend.
He'd had enough. Said he was going
fishing one Friday night,
never came back.
Caldicott's doing a search
down the canal tonight,
ask the anglers about him.
See if they know where he went.
What Charles Hewitt looked for...
in a woman -
"She ought to be well-read,
a good cook,
and if I have to express
a preference -
blonde."
She does exactly what
the men ask for, Mike.
And then suddenly for no reason,
strangles them with cheese wire?
She's a lonely woman.
She just wants a husband.
Darling...
she'll be taking you dancing next.
Yep.
Tonight.
Jenny.
Upstairs.
Come on, sweetheart.
Bring your book.
Clive...
Night, blondie. Rit, sorry...
You stay.
What are you doing, pal? Hmm?
Do you want to lose your job?
First you get involved with
a prostitute,
and now you can't keep your hands off a
woman we need to bring in for questioning.
If this investigation goes down...
It will NOT go down, Clive -
If this investigation goes down,
she'll walk free.
It won't go to trial.
And you and me will be hung out
to dry by the Yard
for being incompetent
and unprofessional.
And they'd be right to do it!
We cannot link this woman
with either the crime scene
or the victim.
And, ah, we have no idea
what motive she might have
to kill these men.
And if you spent 10 seconds
in her company,
you'd realise she's not capable
of that kind of violence.
You can tell that?!
Yes!
You know why, Clive?
Because I know people.
That's why I'm an inspector,
Sergeant, and you're not.
I have instinct.
She's not an angel.
She's not a saint.
Her days are one bloody hard effort
to get her life off the ground.
But she's not a killer.
She is our only suspect, Mike.
Cheers, Rit. Thanks.
The label in his coat
says "Hugh Bremner",
Won't be a minute, Michael.
Hi.
S-s-smart.
Here...
Does your mummy know
you're doing this?
Does she? Does she?
How long does your mum
take getting ready?
F-forever.
S-s-she...
started about... three hours a-a-ago.
Yeah, women, eh?
What are you doing?
Just admiring your little girl.
She seems to be...
joining in.
She always does.
See you later.
Mrs Hodge is downstairs
if you need her.
OK?
Good night.
I'm more nervous now
than the first night we met.
Really? Why?
I didn't realise, if I'm honest,
who you were.
You're famous.
It's the job that's famous, Sadie,
not me.
I've never met anybody
famous before.
Have you?
You must arrest Richard Burton and
the Duke of Edinburgh all the time.
All the time. Well, Prince Philip
likes to keep his nose clean.
I'm going to have another drink,
please.
OK.
And then...
I think we should dance.
Yeah...
I'll get you the same again, yeah?
Thank you.
This is DC Caldicott. I need to
speak to Inspector Jericho urgently.
He's not on duty tonight, sir.
Well, try his home.
Shall we leave here?
Where do you want to go?
I don't know.
Romance me.
I think we should stay here.
No, no, no.
Romance me.
Outside.
There's always quiet spots
down by the river.
Mr Michael Jericho.
Come on, romance me.
Sadie Swettenham?
Yes?
I'm arresting you on suspicion of
the murders of Charles Hewitt,
Thomas Eliot and High Bremner.
What?
You do not have to say anything
unless you wish to.
But anything you do say
will be taken down and may be used
as evidence against you.
Do you understand?
Michael...
Do you understand, Mrs Swettenham?
No. No!
Well done, Constable.
Thank you.
You'll make a fine detective.
Now go and get some coffee,
freshen up. Yes, sir.
Inspector Jericho, will you go home,
please?
No.
I want to interview her tonight.
Your behaviour has seriously
compromised this investigation.
You will report to me tomorrow
morning at 11 o'clock.
Between now and then, I don't want
to see you round here.
As, um... chief investigating
officer -
Shall I spell it out for you?
Do you want to make it more
embarrassing than it already is?
Sergeant Harvey will be assisting
a new chief investigating officer.
Now get out.
Who's...
Who's taking over?
Who's been a naughty girl, then?
Where's Michael?
Ooh, we'll get to him in a minute.
After Hughie left -
After you killed him.
After he went missing...
I wanted to escape.
Escape Coventry.
And what I'd become.
The drinking. I wasn't doing right
by my children.
I wanted a fresh start.
You wanted to be free of Hughie.
I wanted to be free of him,
but I thought he'd just go,
like the others.
You admit, Mrs Swettenham, to seeing
Charles Hewitt on Valentine's Day?
Yes. Yeah, tarted up
like Ruth Ellis.
Blonde wig, Pink Beach lipstick.
What lipstick? I'm not a Ruth Ellis.
You were blonde because he wrote
that that's what he liked.
You have a couple of drinks
and come on to him.
You find - No drink.
You have a couple of drinks, come on to him and find
yourself down by the river. What happens then, Mrs S?
Huh? What happens?
I'm not a Ruth Ellis.
Does something snap? You go so far
with the kissing, the neck thing...
the "Ohh, it's a little bit cold,
do you mind if I..." Mmm?
Then, hell's bells
and buckets of blood,
he's going to turn out to be a swine
like all the others.
Would you like a cup of tea -
She does not want a cup of tea!
He's going to turn out to be a swine
like all the others,
so I'd better make him pay for it
first. Is that what happens?
Is that what happens?!
No.
No. You planned it, didn't you?
You planned it.
You had the newspaper.
You're some sort of vigilante
for women
who was stupid enough to make do
with a thug like Hughie Bremner!
Did you go down to the river, Sadie,
with Hewitt?
Yes.
Did you kiss him on the neck?
It was just a good night kiss.
He wasn't like that.
He found even that difficult
to cope with.
Tom Eliot, did he find it
"difficult to cope with"?
He was a different man, wasn't he?
He wanted that sort of thing,
didn't he?
He was a nice man.
Jericho. Let's just stick to what
she's accused of.
No, no.
Sergeant.
What happened with Jericho?
He was a gentleman.
Nothing happened.
Nothing.
Louis.
What's this?
Hewitt's watch.
Where'd you get it?
Eh?
Dave the Canary.
Come on, where'd he get it?
No, no...
No, no, put that away, Mr J. J.
Look, are you in some sort
of trouble?
Actually, I don't want to know
if you are.
But if you are, then you should know
that Mr Christie is not your friend.
Not by a long chalk.
Go on.
No, look...
The Canary got it off this geezer
who bought it off some kid
outside a pub.
Now, no-one's seen the kid before.
They was having some sort of joke
with him, doing impressions or...
He had a stammer.
Clive, Clive...
It's the son, it's Edmund.
He's flogged Hewitt's watch.
I've got it here, it's in my hand.
Now, listen...
You've got to get the kid picked up.
She could have given him
the watch to sell on.
Rubbish!
It's not her, it's the boy.
Clive, listen to me. Just get him
picked up.
I'll come in and get a confession.
You are NOT coming in.
Sergeant.
One minute, sir.
Of course we're having the kids
picked up.
Mike, get out of that place.
And get some sleep before
tomorrow morning. Go on.
Listen, you. You're not my mother.
I know. And I thank the Lord for
small mercies such as that.
Now, go on!
Ohh!
Sarah.
My name's John, I'm a policeman.
Can we come in, please?
We'd like to talk to you
and your brother.
Where's my mum?
"Michael.
I've decided it's best
for me to leave.
I waited for you yesterday.
But didn't have time to say goodbye.
I think it's best
for both of us that I go.
And quickly, so things are not
made difficult for you.
I will remember our friendship.
I hope you will also.
It felt... like family.
I have nothing else to say, and...
a thousand things to say.
So, maybe I should say nothing.
Juliette."
Arrrrgh!
You...
She's... not going to get...
hurt.
Mum! Mum!
Finally, I'd like to pay tribute...
to the team of detectives,
led by Inspector Michael Jericho,
who at times put themselves
in great peril
in order to apprehend...
It's you!
It is you.
Scotland Yard is proud of its
officers.
None more so at this time...
Listen.
..than DI Jericho and his men.
Our wedding.
Yes?
It's not going to be
in the registry office.
No? No. I'm going to take
responsibility for it.
Hooray.
Well, are you sure this isn't just
applause going to your head?
I'm sure.
They got it back.
You should have it.
Oh, and, um...
We got a letter.
Was it badly spelt?
What did it say?
He said, that by the time
he said... he loved me,
he felt it.
He said he felt it.
May I sit down?
Yeah.
Do you know where they're moving
Edmund to?
Yes, um, Brixton.
They won't let me see him.
Oh, they will.
They'll let you see him there
in a few days.
I've been sitting here thinking,
what do I do now?
But it's obvious.
I support my boy,
through whatever happens.
Because he was trying
to support me.
I'm sorry, Michael.
Yes.
I'm sorry, too.
I was brought up by my grandma.
She was a nice person.
Always went to church.
She used to say,
"Be still,
and know that I am God."
Whatever happens in this world,
in your family or what...
could come out of the sky...
be still,
and have strength.
Do you think it's true?
I think it's true.