Prime Suspect (1991): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

In the opening series, D.C.I. Tennison seizes the opportunity to head a murder investigation--something she should have done long ago, had she not been passed over by her male superiors time and again. With a suspect already identified and her own team openly hostile, she uncovers errors and conflicting facts that point to a cover-up within the force. Is this a single murder or the latest act of a serial killer? Tennison refuses to back off the investigation. Guest stars include Tom Wilkinson (Michael Clayton, In the Bedroom), Ralph Fiennes (The English Patient, Schindler's List), and Zoe Wanamaker (Poirot).

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Ask him to say "Karen."

Karen.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

Yeah, she picked out
D.C. Caplan's brother.

Only dropping him off
at the station.

They roped him in.

He's a tax inspector.

TENNISON: Thank you very much, Miss Masters,

for your cooperation.



Hello, Mum.

I hope you feel really stupid.

This could ruin your chance

of being taken back
into university.

I can't believe
what you were doing!

Excuse me, sir.
It's Arnold Upcher, isn't it?

Are you representing
George Marlow?

Could you spare a few seconds
to talk about the case?

I'm sorry.
I'm late.

Inspector Tennison,
I'm from the Express.

Excuse me, Inspector.

That's right.

Go on and ignore me,
Inspector Tennison,

but you're making my life
a misery!



Not now, George.
Just go out to the car.

I know you've got people
watching me day and night.

Just tell me why.
Why are you doing this?!

This is harassment!

Have you got something personal against me?

Peter Morris from the Express.

Mr. Marlow, have you
got a quote for me, sir?

Yes, I have.

They brought me in here
at 4:00 this morning,

no apologies, no nothing!

That's enough, George.
Come on, now.

Keeping you up, Frank?

[Yawns ] Sorry, ma'am.
Little bit of a headache.

Hear you won last night.

I did, as it happened.
It was the final round.

Governor,
the super wants a word.

It's about Marlowe car.

He's got his brief with him,

screaming about infringement
of privacy.

That's a load of rubbish.
Tell him you can't find me.

Well, he says that Marlow's car

was not officially
reported stolen.

What?

Oh, my God.

D.C.l. Tennison's office.

I don't believe it.
Are you sure?

Super wants to see you ASAP.

But I went through
all stolen vehicles

13th, 14th,
and the 15th of January.

- Marlow's car is not reported.
- Shit!

About the George Marlow
rape case.

- In a minute, Maureen.
-[ Telephone rings]

You and I both know
that vehicle theft reports

can be flung
all over the place, right?

Who's that for?
Is that for me'?

- D.C. Jones is waiting.
- Tell him I'm on my way.

So, I want you to go back
to the main desk, check again.

I mean, coffee
may have been spilled on it,

may have been put back
under a wrong name.

Know what I mean?
Understand?

Oh, right, right.
I'll sort it out.

Right. Maureen, rape victim.
What about her?

She was referred to as Miss "X" throughout the case.

Her name never even
got in the papers,

but it's Miss Pauline Gilling.

She's had counseling,
and they're saying

that to start asking questions after two years

will only aggravate
the situation.

Now, listen, tell the super

you've tracked me down
to the paint factory

and I won't be back
for at least an hour.

Is Jonesy out the front
or the back?

He's out front.

Uh, it was sort of insinuated
to leave Miss Gilling out.

She's had a nervous breakdown.

Could be in line for one myself.
How bad is she?

If you want a direct quote,

"Her lift doesn't go
to the top floor."

I can try them again
if you like.

That's all right.

Saves me a schlep
up to Rochdale.

Thanks.

Of course,
he was found guilty, but...

But?

I'll be honest with you.

George, he's always been
a bit of a lad.

A lot of the girls here
know him.

Good-looking bloke.

I always got along with him,

always found him good-humored, never known him to be
moody.

You mean not even
when he was in trouble'?

He was more distressed
about that.

I was in court,
gave him a character reference.

Are you saying
you don't believe he was guilty?

As I said,
George, he's a bit of a lad.

Girls always coming onto him.

So, did Mr. Marlow
always work from London?

George joined the firm
in Manchester.

We moved our headquarters
down here in '82.

George moved to London
in '83, '84,

but he kept his old routes
up north.

Had the contacts, you see,

and I suppose they had friends and relations.

They?

You mean Marlow
didn't always travel alone?

Oh, his wife always went along on his trips with him.

Tell me, um, how far back
do your records go?

'84.

Of course, we've had a new system installed since then,

but we've got all the records.

Hotel bills, petrol bills, things like that?

Yeah.

Could I have a look
at those records, please?

George Marlow
is still our prime suspect,

but we have
not one piece of evidence

to put him in that bed-sitter,

not a single witness who saw him with either Della or Karen.

And there is no mention
of him being known by Della

in her diary.

But if he did know her,

if he killed her
before he killed Karen,

then he knew
that her bed-sitter was empty.

He could have had a set of keys

because her handbag was found
in the room, but no keys.

Well, we got a good selection still coming in

after your telly announcement, ma'am.

Possible Karen Howard handbags.

Blue ones, green ones,
big ones, little ones.

Why not get her flatmate in, check them over?

That would save time,
wouldn't it?

MAN:
Ooooh!

Right.

The good news is,
I'm going home,

and Sergeant Otley
will now give you the bad.

[All murmuring]

She's canceled
all weekend leave.

[All groaning]

Apart from her own.

We got to check through
all that rubbish

from that bloody factory,
and it's a lot.

They virtually computerized

their salesmen's
bowel movements.

So, come on, come on.
Get at it.

It's a waste of time, taking good men off the streets.

They've been on the streets,
and so far we've got nothing.

Now she wants to dig up
any unsolved murder cases

in and around
George Marlow's stopovers.

He covered the Manchester area,

Rochdale, Burnley,
Warrington, Oldham.

And I've okayed it, so cool off.

Unless there's good reason
to kick her off this case,

she stays put.

It's because she's a woman, innit, eh?

If a bloke, any of our lot
had done that cock-up on telly,

Marlow's friggin'
registration number

and no stolen-car report, eh?

It was in records
filed under the wrong name.

Come on.

It was a busy night.

She's off the hook, and so am I.

[ Scoffs ]

A word of advice.

Make it your business
to get on with her.

That an order?

Yes.

Thanks for the drink.
Good night.

Maureen, do me a favor.

If you get anything in
from Oldham,

-slip it to me, would you?
- Okay, Skipper.

Good night!

So, how many are you having?

TENNISON:
Six, including us.

I don't know them, but they could be partners for Peter.

You know, his business
is not doing too good.

You doing starters?

Yeah, I'll whack open
a few avocados,

but I don't know what I'm
gonna do for the main course.

I'll tell you an easy one.

Fresh pasta, cream, a little seasoning, smoked salmon.

Fresh fruit and cheese
to follow.

Okay?

- Are any of them vegetarians?
- I don't know.

Peter, are any of your friends vegetarians?

"George Marlow opened his heart to our reporter.

He wept, saying he was innocent

and that the police
have continued

to make his life a misery."

There's even
a photograph of you.

It's the dragon lady!

“This is the woman detective
in charge of the investigation.

To date, her only words
have been, 'No comment."'

You should be at home
with me, mate.

What are you doing?!

My God,
they've even got pictures

of our surveillance lads.

PETER:
"George Marlow states

he's being hounded
by an obsessive woman"!

-[ Laughs ]
-it's not funny.

I was reading it for Pam.

It's not funny!

I mean, this blows it
for any lineups.

God, they've even got
his picture in the paper!

I think I'd better go.

[Sighs]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Conversations stop ]

♪ When you walk
through a storm ♪

J" Hold your head up high J"

J" And don't be afraid
of the dark ♪

♪ At the end of a storm ♪

J" There's a golden sky J"

♪ And the sweet,
silver song of the lark ♪

♪ Walk on through the wind ♪

♪ Walk on through the rain ♪

J" Though your dreams
be tossed and blown ♪

♪ Walk on ♪

[ Laughs ]
You always liked the old ones.

Oh, I used to love
that Elvis medley I used to do.

- Go on, go on.
- Remember that'?

♪ Love me tender ♪

♪ Love me true ♪

J" All my dreams fulfilled ♪

♪ For, my darling, I love you ♪

♪ And I always will J"

That was your dad's favorite.

[ Sighs] I don't know what
he would think about this.

MARLOW:
[ Sighs ]

Hey, what did you give them
this photo for'?

I hated that school.

[Voice breaking ] Your dad would turn in his grave.

Now, Mum, don't.

Don't cry.

I reckon they'll lay off me
for now.

I've got good references.
I'll get a new job.

Things will take a turn
for the better.

I'm innocent, Mum.

I had to speak to them.

All right.

Which pocket's
got a present in it?

Oh.

Uh, uh, uh! You've got to
give me a song now.

You've got to promise me a song.
Yeah?

[ Sniffles]

♪ Why am I always
the bridesmaid ♪

J" Never the blushing bride J"

J" Ding, dong, wedding bells J"

J" Always ring for other girls J"

J" But some fine day J"

J" Oh, let it be soon J"

J" I shall wake up
in the morning ♪

J" On my own honeymoon J"

♪ Why am I always
the bridesmaid ♪

J" Never the blushing bride J"

J" Ding, dong, wedding bells J"

J" Always ring for other girls J"

J" But some fine day J"

J" Oh, let it be soon J"

J" I will wake up
in the morning ♪

J" On my own honeymoon J"

HENSON: Every time
you come back from there,

you're singing
those stupid songs.

That was a marriage proposal, Moyra Henson.

I reckon it's about time
I made an honest woman of you.

Not if your mother
has anything to say about it.

I was never good enough for you.

[ Chuckles]

I noticed she gave the papers

that school photo of you
in the posh uniform.

Yeah. Did I ever tell you
about that time --

How beautiful she looked
at the prize-giving,

how all the lads said
she looked like a movie star'?

Yes, you told me.

Yeah.

But I never told you
about after.

After the prize-giving.

I don't know why you go on
about it.

You were only at that school
two minutes.

All the lads
were giving her wolf-whistles

from the dormitories.

I was walking me mum and dad
to the gate.

[Sighs]

Mum was being coy,
waving to the lads.

She didn't want them to know that we didn't have a car

and they were gonna
catch the bus.

Just as we got to the gates...

The lads, they all saw it.

The wind blew her wig off.

[ Laughing]

[ Swallows]

You're kidding me.
Blew her wig off'?

No!
[ Laughing 1

- It wasn't funny, Moyra.
- I'm sorry.

My dad ran down the road
to try and get it back.

Mum just stood there.
I didn't know she had no hair.

Well, Dad tried to help her
put it back on,

but he got the parting
all wrong.

[ Laughing]

Underneath all that glamour,
she was...ugly,

like she was someone
I never knew.

Did all the kids see it?

Did she ever mention it again?

Well, I've never said anything.

It's always been obvious to me.

I mean,
I just thought it was old age.

How long has she been bald, then?

Don't know.
She never mentions it.

Still pretends,

always telling me she needs
a good shampoo and trim.

Just goes to show you
the Rita Hayworth of Warrington

was really Yul Brynner
in disguise.

[ Both laughing]

Did you really mean it
about getting married?

I love you, Moyra.

I love you, Moyra Henson.

What do you say?

I'll think about it.

[ P.A. dings]

WOMAN".
D.l. Mansel, Interview Room 4C.

[Sighs]

D.l. Manse!
to Interview Room 4C.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Yeah.
All right.

We've all seen it.
We've all read it.

I reckon it's not just me
left with egg on my face.

Makes our surveillance lab
look like a load of wallies.

[ Laughter]

Any word on what their readers' survey came up with,
ma'am?

For or against
female D.C.l.s on homicides'?

[Men murmuring]

Oh, you're a biased load
of old chauvinists,

and there's thousands more
like you.

You could always get a job
in pantomime.

[ Laughter]

You shit!

- It was Frank.
- Sorry to interrupt.

You're wanted upstairs,
top floor.

Well, it's coming down faster than I gave him credit for.

See you later.

Right. Now you've all
had a jolly good laugh.

Get your pin-brains
into this lot.

We want it all on the computer so we can cross-reference,

and check any murders
that took place

when Marlow was in the vicinity, all right?

You wanted anything from Oldham.

Oh, thanks, love.

All right, all right.
Settle down.

I don't like this any more
than you do.

You got any better ideas, Sarge?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

I love you.
You know I love you.

I wouldn't --
I wouldn't two-time on you.

Look, listen...

[ indistinct conversations ]

AVISON: Halfway through
putting it on the computer,

it turns out
he never even went there.

TENNISON:
Right.

What are you having?
I'm buying.

[ Indistinct talking]

Very considerate.

That's the good news.

But they're taking legitimate surveillance off Marlow.

Shit.

So, I'm looking
for four volunteers.

[ Clears throat]
Excuse me.

TENNISON:
And you're one.

No, no, no.
I was just going for a slash.

Tie a knot in it.

- And you're two.
-[ Laughs ]

- Me?
- TENNISON: Yeah. Come on.

Surveillance, you know,
it's a piece of piss.

- Come on, boys.
- Number three.

- Yeah, all right.
- TENNISON: Good.

- Four, okay?
- All right, gov.

Good.

Okay.

Mine's a large G&T.
Thanks.

Orange juice, Sherlock?

...from Sheffield,
woman found in a chicken run.

They reckon that she'd
been there for months.

How'd it go?
Was it all right?

Well, unless I come up
with something soon,

I'm off the case.

Never give you an inch.

Help yourself.

Cheers.

TENNISON:
Thank you.

CAPLAN:
Here you go.

- What's this?
- Skipper coughed up.

GO, 901

Cheers, Skipper.
[ Laughs]

Cheers.

Oh, well.
Cheers, anyway.

Next round.

Look, why don't you lot go home and recharge your
batteries?

CAPLAN:
Anyone for another drink?

Oh, leave off. I've had
enough liquid for one day.

I'm off.

The wife's mother's
staying with us.

She's gonna be up all night.

Makes more trips to the loo
than a plumber.

Let's go for Chinese.
You're working too hard.

Oh, why not?

- Eat in or takeaway?
- Eat in, I think.

We've got cases to be looked into, one at Oldham,
Southport,

and we're checking another
in Warrington.

Ma'am.

Sorry?

Who do you want
checking out the cases?

Oh, just use anyone who's
been cooped up here all day.

- They'll need it.
- Okay.

I'll take Oldham.

Muddyman, Lillie,
Rosper's on Marlow.

That leaves Southport.

You take Southport?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah.
Pin it up.

OTLEY:
Right.

You'll be able to retire
on your overtime, love.

- Good night.
- Night.

Come on, boss.
Why don't you take a rest, too?

I've got more to lose, Maureen.

You know we've only got
three possibles out of --

God, I've lost track
of how many.

What's with Oldham?
He got relatives up there?

- What?
- Oldham.

Sergeant Otley
asked for their files.

I see he's going up there tomorrow.

All right if I go home now?

Uh, yeah, sure.

- Night.
- Good night.

Good night.

Night.

[ Marker scratching ]

Listen, I'm sorry
I was so late last night,

but I'll be home early tonight,

set everything up
for that dinner.

I'm doing pasta
with salmon and cream, okay?

Yeah.
Fine by me.

What about these?

Do you think these
will soften up by tonight?

Prawns and mayonnaise.
Oh, mayonnaise.

Mayonnaise.
Must not forget the mayonnaise.

Mayonnaise.

Okay.
I've got to rush off.

Now give us a kiss.
Mm.

If anyone calls me,
I'll be in Oldham, okay?

- Oldham.
- All right. Oldham.

[ Beeping I

Oh, God.
It's my damn bleeper.

Hold that.

Mind yourself.

TOMLINS:
Welcome to Manchester.

Have a good journey, Inspector?

I'm D.C. Jones, actually.

This is
Chief Inspector Tennison.

Good morning.

[ Engine turns over]

TOMLINS:
The factory closed down in 1984.

Then the tarts started
to bring their customers here.

I think some of them still do.

We got the phone call
at 4:00 in the morning.

Some tramp had gone in
to doss down for the night.

This is where they
used to do the dippin'.

The whole place
used to be full of big vats.

Then they'd hang the parts
to dry up on these.

Jeannie Sharpe was over there.

TENNISON:
Hands tied behind her back?

TOMLINS:
Facedown, head towards us.

She'd been savagely beaten.

Her face was a real mess.

She was naked up top.

We found her shirt outside
and her coat in here.

That's a nasty place
to finish up.

These tarts bringing
their blokes in here,

bloody well asking for it.

She was 21 years old, Sergeant.

These friends of hers
you want to talk to,

"slags" isn't the word for them.

Excuse me.

TOMLINS:
We clean the streets up,

and back they come like rodents.

Oh, sorry.

Anyway, we're all together,
just coming out of the pub.

It's like our local, you know.

Cheers.
And we'd had a few.

Well, I hadn't.

I was on antibiotics.
You can't drink on them.

- It's stops you --
- Yeah, all right, Linda.

Anyway,
you know where the pub is?

No.

Well, it's right on a corner, and he were parked opposite.

TENNISON: Can you tell me
what kind of car it was?

It were dark.

I suppose the car
were dark and all,

but it had a lot of shiny chrome on the front, you know,

like a sort of bar stuck out with badges and stuff.

- He called out.
- He called out?

- So did he know her name?
- I don't think it were a name.

I think it were, you know,
“How much, slag?"

I said to her, hadn't she
had enough for one night?

Yeah, but she was saving up.

- She wanted to emigrate.
- That's right.

30, anyway, sorry.

So, you saw Jeannie
cross the road, right.

Did you see her
get into the car?

Yeah, she got in.

I looked over, you know, to see,

but he was sort of
turning her like this.

Didn't see his face?

Saw the back of his head.

We never saw her again.

She had no one even to bury her.

We had a whip-round.

Do you fancy a drink?

You don't mind being seen drinking with us, then?

Come on.

LINDA:
That's me, and that's Jeannie.

TENNISON:
She was pretty.

LINDA:
She was lovely looking.

TENNISON:
Suits you, blond.

LINDA: Well, I've gone back
to the natural look.

Cost of hairdressing now.

I mean, they set you back
25 quid for streaks.

Now, we used to get cut price
at our local,

but they've gone unisex.

I can't stand having me hair done with a man sat next to
me.

- Can you?
- Hello, hon.

I've got 15 minutes.

The van's outside.

I'm busy right now.

Sod off.

Go on.

[ Laughs]

Oh, cheers.

Oh, the barman says
you missed the London Express.

- There's one at 4:20.
-[ Sighs ]

Cutting it fine.
I've got a dinner party.

So -- [ Clears throat]
Do you recognize that man?

CAROL:
He's a bit tasty, isn't he?

What do you reckon?

He had dark hair.

You thought he had a beard, didn't you?

Beard'? You never mentioned that in your statement.

Well, she couldn't get out
of the nick fast enough.

They're bastards.

And I'll tell you something
for nothing.

They never gave a shit
about Jeannie.

We're rubbish
until they want a jerk-off.

And that big geezer that was doing the investigation, him --

- I'm not saying any names.
- Well, I will.

- John Shefford.
- Yeah.

They got rid of him faster
than a fart, didn't they?

LINDA:
Right.

Why was that?

Well, I reckon they found out about him and Jeannie.

I mean, next thing we knew,
he's on his bike,

gone to London, the bastard.

But aren't all men?

I mean,
we've got four kids between us.

Jeannie never stood a chance.

Her foster dad was screwing her when she was 7.

She was out on the streets
at 14.

That Shefford, he used to
tell her he'd take care of her.

Well, he never found out
who killed her,

and if you ask me,
he never even tried.

LINDA:
She was strung up

like a piece of meat
hanging from a hook.

What?

How do you know that?

Well, the dosser who found her, he told me.

Uh, this man,
do you know his name?

He's dead years back.

But he told me she was strung up by her arms on a hook.

[ Sighs ]
You got a cigarette?

No, no, no.
Frank knows the restaurant.

He'll meet us there.

Yeah, yeah.
Mm, about 10 minutes.

Bye.

You know what time it is?

Yes.

I'm sorry.
I missed the fast train.

Forget it.

I canceled dinner
when you weren't here by 7:00.

- We're eating out.
- Oh!

You look knackered.
You should go to bed.

Look, I've got all the food.

Just forget it.

Oh, Peter, I'm sorry.

So am I, Jane.

Just once I wanted you
to do something for me.

I mean, this is important to me.

My business
is going down the tubes.

I have to go.

Don't you want me
to come with you?

No, I don't.

Well, thanks a lot. I broke
my neck trying to get here.

It's always you, isn't it, Jane?
You, you, you.

You don't care
about anything else.

No, I'm wrong.

You care.

You care about your lads.

You care about your rapists
and your tarts.

Well, I've had it up to here.

Oh, Well.

I won't wait up, then.

Yeah.

Make a joke of it.

[ Grunts 1

[ Intercom buzzes]

TENNISON: That's all right.
It's for me.

Did it go all right last night?

Yeah, fine.

[ Intercom buzzes]

You'd better answer that,

because if it rings again,
I'll pull it off the wall.

All this
because I didn't cook dinner'?

[ Intercom buzzing]

Jonesy,
I will be down in one minute!

Just wait!

Look, um, can we
talk about this tonight?

You think we have something
to talk about?

Well, of course we do.

[Sighs]

Well, what time do you get back?

I don't know.

Look, this is a very big case for me.

My career is on the line.

Fine.

So, I'll, uh --
I'll see you when I see you.

[Telephone ringing]

You'd better go.

If that's for me, I've gone.

Hello?

Uh, no, she's, uh --
she's not here at the moment.

Can I take a message?

Hello?

You can tell those rude bastards at your place

I'm not an answering service.

I live here.

I'll see you tonight.

[ Door closes ]

JONES:
Still no trace of Marlow's car.

You Okay?

I want that bloody car found.

Trouble at home?

I got all your shopping okay, didn't I?

- Yeah.
-[ Engine turns over]

My wife gave me an earful
last night.

Dinner was
a congealed cement mix.

At least when you get home,
you get your dinner cooked.

I get home,
I have to cook it myself.

[Sighs]

God, the shit's gonna
hit the fan this morning.

Got an aspirin?

John Shefford was having

a sexual relationship
with the murdered girl.

OTLEY: Everything you're saying is a pack of lies.

- If John was alive, he'd --
- Yeah, but he's not.

He's dead, isn't he, and you're still covering up for him.

One of Jeannie Sharpe's friends in Oldham

told me
that when her body was found,

it wasn't lying on the ground, as had been previously
reported,

but hanging UP-

She was strung up from a hook.

Now, somebody
took that body down.

You can see
from the morgue photographs

the bruises on her upper arms.

Did you get this in a statement made by the man who found
her?

Be tough.
He's been dead for years.

And going on the word of a tart six years later is a joke.

Is it?

Now, you specifically requested that Oldham case.

You wanted to go up there

because you knew
John Shefford was involved.

- Another lie.
- I've got two options.

One is to consider some ulterior motive for these cover-ups,

or -- or else it's a case
of "what's one dead prostitute?"

if high-ranking officers
want to screw around --

Oh, come on. Lots of the lads fraternize with the girls.

Fraternize?!
Fraternize?! Christ!

Della Mornay was an informer.

She was also a known prostitute picked up and charged

by John Shefford
when he was attached to Vice.

That's enough.

What a perfect squad
to put him on.

I don't have any details about any previous case up north.

I, uh --
I just wanted to check it out.

There was no ulterior motive.

So, what about Southport?

Did you come up with anything from there?

We're still checking over
the evidence.

Well, you'd better
get on with it.

I'll be in the Incident Room.

I worked with a good bloke
in Hornchurch.

Detective Sergeant Amson.

Terence Amson.

That's the deal, is it?

George Marlow
spent 18 months inside.

All of these cases were either before or after he was in jail.

He's still my only suspect
for both cases

and now very possibly
Jeannie Sharpe, too.

I think we've got
a serial killer.

[Telephone ringing]

[Answering machine clicks ]

[Answering machine beeps]

Jane, this is your mother.

Pam's had a girl!

She's 8 pounds, 7 ounces,
and she's beautiful!

She was rushed
into St. Stephen's

yesterday morning.

You can go and visit anytime, though.

She's in the private ward.

Well, that's the news.

So, uh, goodbye, then.

Oh, and give my love to Peter.

[Answering machine beeps]

LILLIE: He's got black hair,
and he wears that white suit.

- Yeah.
- Oh, he's mental, that bloke.

Um, “Vic Reeves,“ ""Vic Reeves Big Night Out," I seen him.

I don't -- I don't think
it's funny, though, really.

MARLOW:
Good morning, fellas.

Morning.

Are you gonna do the whole block or just the garages?

Uh, just -- just this lot,
as far as we know, yeah.

'Cause these aren't
for residents, you know.

Council rents them out at cost.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Leave your car out 'round here, they call it "Radio 1."

[ Chuckles]

It means you had one
when you parked it.

[ Chuckles]

I had one.
It was nicked.

What, your car was nicked, yeah?

Yeah.

Rover P6, 3.5 automatic.

Nearly 2O years old.
Collector's item, you know.

- What, you leave it out?
- MARLOW: Yeah.

Bodywork must have rusted up.

MARLOW: Ah, there was a bit
of filler here and there.

It was probably some kids
nicked it for a joyride.

Yeah.

Be stripped by now.

I had all me
Royal Automobile Club emblems

on a bar at the front.

Ah, well.
[ Sighs ]

I'm in the paint business.

This is typical of the council.

Do you mind if I borrow your brush, see how it goes on?

Cheers.

You work out, do you?

- Yeah.
- Look as if you do.

Which gym do you use?

Gold's.

Oh, yeah.
God, this is rubbish, this.

Be like the Forth Bridge.

By the time you finish,
you have to start again.

It'll all blister up.

Hello.

Look, I reckon we got off
on the wrong foot.

So, I'm just going for a drink.

Would you like one?

Has Super spoken to you?

No, uh, I really didn't know

about John's spot of trouble
in Oldham, you know?

Yes, you did.

Look, I'm sorry, Bill.
You're off the case.

And I want the name
of every officer on my team

taking sexual favors
from prostitutes.

Hello, Terry.
It's good to see you.

And you.
How are you doing?

I think I'm doing okay.

Where are we going?

TENNISON:
The Scrubs.

Reg McKinney sewed time
with Marlow in Durham.

He was picked up a few weeks ago for breaking and
entering.

He's got one previous GBH,
eight years, '68 to '76,

and he's been
in and out of nick since.

Mostly small time.

I was asking you
where you met Marlow again.

Oh, yeah.
Kilburn.

He drove me back to my place.

It was a bit of a schlep.

I offered to get the tube,

but he said it was okay,
as he had a lockup.

Lockup?

Wanted to do some work
on his motor.

What do you mean, like a garage?

I don't know.

The car was like an obsession with him.

Did he mention
where that lockup garage was?

No.

I've got a terrible headache.

There's a call
for D.C.l. Tennison.

He said it's urgent.

Never mind your headache, Reg.

Are you sure he never told you where that lockup garage
was?

Yeah.

- TENNISON: Two more check out.
- Yeah'?

Yeah, the girl in Warrington
and the one in Southport.

They've got what looks like identical marks on their arms.

- JONES: D.C. Jones.
-It's Jane Tennison.

We're on our way
to Marlow's flat, Kilburn.

JONES: Okay, gov,
we've got the search warrant.

TENNISON:
He's got a lockup,

some kind of garage
where he stashes his car.

Look for keys, anything that might fit that kind of place.

Get his bloody floorboards up, if necessary.

JONES: Approaching
the Harrow Road flyover.

Coming off now.

Should be at Marlow's flat
in a couple of minutes.

[ Tires screech ]

MARLOW: Anyway, this guy claims
he can do sets with 350.

"Oh, yeah," I says.

"Well, here's a tenner
says you can't."

Oh, hello.
Somethings up.

- I don't believe this.
- MUDDYMAN: Open up!

Open up!
Come on!

What are they after, then?

- Come on! Open UP!
- Me.

I better get up there.
Ta-ra.

MUDDYMAN: We have search warrant
for this premises.

HENSON:
Let me see it.

Hello?

- HENSON: When was this issued?
-11 :30 this morning.

You want me.

HENSON:
Costing this damage.

I want that carpet put back,
the hardboard 'round the bath.

Front door, back door,
window locks,

Yale lock, car keys,
boot, ignition.

Same on Henson's key ring,
but no garage key.

You had those keys
down the nick.

Why don't you just tell me
what you're looking for?

Come on, George.

Why don't you tell us?
You know what we're looking for.

Yes, I know. You've been
talking to the neighbors.

Look, I park my car outside.

I don't have a garage.

You don't always
park your car outside.

We know that you do
have a garage.

When it's not parked outside,

it's because I'm away
on business.

I drive.
Correction -- used to.

Look, instead of all this, why don't you try and find my car?

We know that you've got
a lockup.

Oh, I've got a lockup now,
have I?

A lockup?

Look, I park my car out the back of the flats, nowhere else.

How many more times?

We've got a witness.

Not that old bat from next door.

No, it's a friend of yours.

[ Laughing ]
What friend?

I haven't got any left
because of you crowd.

Reginald McKinney.

[ Laughs]

You must be desperate.

Reg McKinney?

You must be out of your mind.

He contacted me
when he got out of prison.

He hit me for 50 quid.

He's an old nutter.

Take a look at his record.

He's been in and out of institutions since he was a kid.

Reg McKinney a friend of mine?

Come on.
Please.

Look, I haven't got a lockup, and I haven't got a garage.

If I had, maybe my car
wouldn't have been nicked,

and that's the truth.

HENSON: Wait a minute.
I'll give you a bowl.

MUDDYMAN:
Don't worry.

HENSON: I want everything
put back as it was.

Cups on the left, saucers, plates, side plates, glasses.

Oh, my God, I don't believe it.

Look at this place.
It's a complete mess.

[Sighs]

So, Terence, now you've met him face-to-face, what do you
think'?

What do I really think?

I think if he's lying, he's
the best I've ever come across.

The best.

Yeah.

For the first time tonight,
I've got doubts.

Oh, it's just here on the right.

[Turn signal clicking]

[Sighs]

[ Parking brake clicks]

[Sighs]

So, what do you think
about John Shefford?

As a suspect?

He was a crack officer.

He was also in the vicinity

for Karen, Della,
and Jeannie Sharpe.

Yeah.

So, we've got to check him out.

We've got to check him out

on the two murders
that just came in.

Yeah, I know.

But I'm gonna say something you're not gonna like.

Watch it.

I know.
I know.

[Sighs]

There's only so far
I'm prepared to go with this.

I don't like this
any more than you do,

but we've got to check him out.

Just keep quiet about it.

So, you pull Shefford's
record sheets

first thing in the morning, okay?

Yeah.

You've had Sergeant Amson

asking for John Shefford's record sheets.

Are you that desperate,

you want to make D.C.l. Shefford a suspect?

Look, sir,
only Sergeant Amson w--

is privy to
my personal suspicions,

and until
I have verifications --

I'm bloody giving it to you.

Back off.

If you had one viable piece
of evidence against Shefford,

you should have
brought it to me.

I checked out
the Jeannie Sharpe case.

John Shefford was not the first man at the scene of the
crime.

If the body was moved,

then it must have been done without his knowledge.

And don't harp back
about the diary

'cause that's sorted
and Otley's paid for it.

Don't try and do my job, Inspector.

Sir, we've had two new cases,

one in Warrington,
one in Southport.

One of the girls had extensive bruises to her upper arms.

George Marlow was
in the vicinity for both --

And Shefford wasn't,
because I checked.

I am sorry, sir,
but under the circumstances --

Under the circumstances,
I am bringing in D.C.l. Hickock.

[Sighs]

Sir, you cannot replace me,
not now, not at this stage

-of the investigation.
- What stage?

You've got nothing.

Wasting your time,
running around the countryside,

trying to rake up dirt

on one of the best officers
I have ever worked with.

You want some advice?

Put in for a transfer.

I want you off the Marlow case.

I want everything that went down at Marlow's flat

on my desk this afternoon.

[ Telephone dialing ]

Yes, sir.

Oh, Terence?

Can I have a word?

We got another one.
Blackburn, 1987.

That makes it almost one a year,

apart from the time
Marlow was in jail.

Oakhill and Haskons
are over at Marlow's place.

The rest are mustered,
apart from these three.

- What's this?
- Otley coughed up.

These are the blokes that are fooling around with the toms.

Ohh.

They'll be with the chief
in the next five minutes,

then join us
in the Incident Room.

Right.

Let's get started,

get as much as we can in
before lunch, eh?

Um...

Did the, uh -- Did the chief
say anything about Shefford?

No.

But he is in the clear
on all the new cases.

He may have done a surface job in the Jeannie Sharpe
murder,

but then, he wasn't D.C.l.
on the case, was he?

So we can't put it all
down to him, can we?

- I'm glad.
- Yeah?

Really, I am.

Even though it's got me
right in it.

As a matter of interest,

did you know that the chief
and Shefford were like that?

Oh.

They played golf together
every weekend.

No, not at Sunningdown.

Kernan was Shefford's governor when they were on Vice
together.

Oh, God.

[Sighs]

-[ Indistinct conversations ]
- Gov?

I'm sorry I'm late.
I've been upstairs.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

TENNISON: All right, can I have
a bit of hush, please?

Right, I've not exactly

had the, uh, theatrical
"You've got 24 hours" scene...

What's happening?

I've had my knuckles rapped
for off-duty leg-overs.

She got eyes in the back
of her head, that bird.

Oi, oi, what's going on?

I got a result.
I got a warning.

Listen, there's a rumor going 'round Hickock's taking over.

- He's in. She's out.
- Do you hear that?

- Hickock's taking over now.
- Oh, no.

Hickock's taking over.

She's out. He's in.
She's getting off.

- She's been changed.
- Andy. Andy!

- Wait.
- Yeah, but what's going on?

I'll tell you later, all right?

So, now I want to go right back to the beginning,

just start again.

I mean, maybe we're
just missing one thing,

one little thing
that's gonna whack us

right between the eyes
this morning, okay?

Right, Sergeant.

AMSON:
Okay, lights?

Karen Howard.

Please note the marks
to her upper arms.

Look at the way the rope
has been tied around her wrists.

And now we come to
our second victim, Della Mornay,

who was killed approximately
six weeks prior to Karen.

Yeah, it looks like the foxes had a go at her.

But look at her upper arms.

Almost identical marks.

Now we come to Jeannie Sharpe.

We've had this photograph
blown up because you'll see...

to the left here,
faint but similar marks.

And the fourth girl.

Muddyman, you ready?

Yeah, the fourth possible victim is Angela Simpson.

Change to the video.

Her family sent us this video.

The victim was found in 1986, knifed in a local public park.

Angela was a hairdresser, well-liked,

about to get married.

Now, George Marlow was found staying in the vicinity

at a local B&B
50 yards from the park gates

and the area
the body was discovered.

Phil?

No marks to the upper arms.

But...

the rope,
the way the hands are tied

was exactly the same
as in victims one and two.

AMSON: Have you managed to track down the origins of
that rope?

Well, it's a perfectly ordinary rope you can buy anywhere.

So, there's -- there's no lead on the rope, Sarge.

Get it?
Frankie.

Fifth victim.

Sharon Reid.

Now, she worked part time
at a local beauty salon.

Now, the owner
of the beauty salon

said she left on the day
of her death at 2:45 p.m.

Phil?

Now, she wasn't found
until 6:45 p.m. that night.

Yes, sir?

I'll have the beans,
sausage, chips,

and sling a few onion rings
on top, please.

Chicken, chips, and beans, please, love.

What about the, um --
the old one,

the last one that came in,
Ellen Harding?

Well, she had
the same rope markings.

Oh, come on, give us
a few more chips, will you?

Yeah, but they've not
all got the clamp marks.

- Jane. All right?
- Yeah, all right.

What have you got there, gorgeous?

Look on the board.

Come on, Burkin.

Marlow was in the vicinity
of all six girls.

That's good enough for me.

I've been watching him
for weeks, all right?

He's a really friendly bloke.

He chats to us every day.

Just because he was in the area doesn't mean as though

he's done every bleeding homicide since 1984.

And any money you want --

Take any salesman
from the northern area,

one that's done the northern circuits like Marlow,

you're gonna find a corpse, right?

Now, if you ask me, what this morning's film show was
about

is that there's too many tarts being knocked off,

and there's no suspects.

He reckons Marlow's not our man.

LILLIE: All I said was
he seems like an okay bloke.

And maybe from the word "go," we've been wrong.

Okay, I don't think he did it.

Well, he's got his opinion, hasn't he?

We'll find
that bastard's lockup.

WOMAN".
Will D.C.l. Tennison please...

He lied about that.

...to the main
administration desk?

D.C.i. Tennison to the main administration desk, please.

Sounds like the boss has got the big boys pulling the rug on
her.

Coffee all 'round?

- Me too.
- I'll get them.

MUDDYMAN:
No, I'll get them.

- Lillie, coffees.
- Lillie, coffees.

It's his turn, anyway.

Too right.

[ P.A. dings]

D.C.I. Tennison,

please report to
the main administration desk.

Well?

The super's in
with the commander

and a big red-headed bloke.

[Sighs]

Hickock.

You're being bing-bonged
all over the station.

Am I?

Well, they're just gonna
have to find me, aren't they?

So, we've got six victims,
no set pattern,

no obvious connection
between them.

They don't look alike.
They're not the same ages.

They're not
in the same profession.

They haven't been killed
in the same manner.

I mean, I don't know.
Maybe I got it wrong.

But George Marlow was
in the vicinity for all six.

MUDDYMAN: In the case of Karen,
we've got a witness

that states she heard a man
call out her name.

It's the same with Jeannie,

the other one,
the little one, Angela,

Now, she was killed
in broad daylight.

There's some distance from
the shrubbery to the pathway.

Unless someone knew her name,

called out her name
for her to come across.

The other one,
the one that was raped --

- TENNISON: Gilling.
- Pauline Gilling.

She said that she heard Marlow call out her name.

He knew her name.

AMSON:
So, we've got two toms.

We've got a hairdresser.
We've got a schoolgirl.

How did he know their names,
if he knew them?

Boss, I think --

I mean, it may be off the wall.

Listen, my love,
I'm right up against it.

What have you got?

Well, I did a bit of checking.

You see, it all sort of
falls down with Gilling.

She was the florist.

But with the others,
there is a link.

It was mentioned once.

What, do you mean with Marlow?

No, it's not to Marlow.
It's to his wife.

Oh. Can I have a bit of hush, please?

Moyra, Marlow's common-law wife,

when she was brought in
for questioning,

on her statement, she put herself down as unemployed.

Yeah.
Quiet, please!

Shh!

She was brought in
for prostitution 15 years ago,

and there's no further record, but --

And this is the link
apart from the florist lady.

On the old charge sheet,
Moyra Henson

stated she was
a trainee beautician, freelance.

They do hair.

Some work in salons,
beauty parlors.

When Moyra traveled
around the north with Marlow,

she could have done some work

and Marlow
met the girls that way.

- MAN: That's it.
-[ Indistinct conversations ]

Oh, good on you, Maureen.

Gov, I've checked on
Marlow's past addresses.

They lived in Maida Vale/Kilburn for three years.

Before that, they had
a council flat in Somers Town,

which is not far
from St. Pancras.

Now, Marlow had the same car
for 12 years.

- The brown Rover.
- Right.

What if he had a lockup
close to his previous address?

You know those garages
we're doing up'?

Well, Marlow told us
that he'd been after one,

but they're leased out privately by the council.

Well, maybe he retained
the old garage

because he couldn't get one
in Kilburn.

Boss, you're wanted upstairs.

- You here or not?
- No, I'm not.

Let's go get
that hard-nosed cow.

Um, no, no, no, she's not.

Uh, she hasn't been here
for at least half an hour.

Try the pub.

What's the matter with you?
What are you looking at?

- Oh, come on.
- Don't touch me.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry. I --

I don't understand.
Don't you want me, as well?

No, not tonight, George.

[ Engine turns over]

HAVERS:
She's in 4C.

Everyone's ready.

Yeah?
Well, I'm not.

[ Exhales]

Is the super gone yet?

Yeah.

Okay, wish me luck.

[Telephone ringing]

Oh, I'm still waiting on that information about Karen
Howard.

What's that?

You asked me
for some photographs,

model photographs
taken over the past year.

Her mother's gonna
send them over by courier.

Mm.

How are we?
All right'?

Got everything?
Cigarettes?

- Yeah.
- Lighter?

Go on.

Now, you were brought
into this station

on the 17th of January
this year.

Is that correct?

If you say so.

And is this your statement?

Yes.

In it you state
that you are unemployed.

Yes.

Well, we have
a previous statement from you,

dating back to 1975,

when you were brought in
and charged with soliciting.

At that time,

you stated your profession
as "trainee beautician."

Yeah?
So what?

Did you also do
a hairdressing course?

No.

So, you're not a hairdresser?

No, but I once had
a Siamese cat.

So, you are
a freelance beautician.

Yeah, you know,
manicures, hands, facials.

Do you use a moisturizer?

Do you work as a beautician?

Why don't you tell me what
you want to know all this for?

You think George is
a transvestite now, do you?

Your common-law husband is still under suspicion of
murder.

We need answers
to certain questions

to help us eliminate him
from our inquiries.

You're not interested
in eliminating him.

You want me to incriminate him.

Would you tell me, please,
where you were on these dates?

March the 15, 1984.

No ruddy idea.
Ask me another.

2nd of January 1985.

23rd of July 1986.

9th of October 1987.

I don't know.
I'll have to look in me diaries.

These were dates
when George was traveling

in Oldham, Warrington,
Burnley, Rochdale.

Oh, well, in that case,
wherever he was, I was.

I always travel with him.

Oh, so you're pretty sure
that you were with George --

I travel with him.
I stay with him.

Doing freelance work
as a beautician?

Yeah, I do a bit.

Like facials and manicures,
that sort of thing?

Yeah.
There's no law against that.

But there is when you've been claiming unemployment
benefit,

not declaring income,
not paying income tax.

There is a law against that, Moyra.

It's nothing.

Just a bit of cash in hand,
pin money.

[ Chuckles]

But that's illegal, Moyra.

And if you were always traveling with George,

you must have got quite
a regular set of customers.

Look, just how long do you think it's going to take us

to find out exactly how much
you were making'?

You bastards
never give anyone a break.

I'll give you one, Moyra, if -- if you give us a detailed list

of the salons you worked in
and the street girls' names.

I've listed the salons,

but that doesn't mean to say
I worked there regular.

Sometimes they don't
have customers for me.

It's mostly manicures.

What's this, uh, Noe-Nails?

Yeah, it's American.
Paint-on nails.

Your own nails grow underneath.

Look, those look real,
don't they?

Only, that, that part
of the nail, that's false, see?

Did you do
Miss Pauline Gilling's nails?

Look, love, I do God knows
how many women's nails.

I don't know all their names.

Oh, but surely
you remember Pauline Gilling.

I mean, George was sent down
for attempting to rape her.

No, no, no, and I know she lied.

She lied.

She was all over him.

She'd been in the pub.
She lied.

What about Della Mornay?
Did you do her nails'?

No.

Take a look.
Della Mornay.

I don't know her.

No'?

You made a statement
that George returned home

on the 14th of January at 10:30 and did not go out again.

Do you still stand
by that statement?

Yes.

So, what about the car, Moyra?

The brown Rover?

Where is that car?

Look, we know he's got a lockup.

It's just a question of time before we find it.

Look, this isn't on.
I know my rights.

I've answered
all your questions.

Now I want a lawyer.

Well, just think about
what I've said tonight.

I'll no doubt
need to speak to you again.

Thank you.
You may go.

Is that it?

I can go home now'?

Yeah.

Here you are, love.

Come on, Moyra.

Tell me what happened.

The bastards are gonna get me for undeclared earnings.

That's what.

They know I've been working
and claiming the dole.

They kept you all night
just for that?

There were a few other things.

[ Sighs heavily]

What did she want'?

Didn't she ask you about me?

What do you think?

[Sighs]

What you
following me around for?

I just want to know
what went on.

They wanted to know
about that bloody florist.

Kept asking me about her.

I've stood by you, George,
but so help me God,

if I find out
you've been lying...

Run the bath for me.

I've never lied to you, Moyra.

You know that.

Where's the car, George?

It's stolen.
I don't know where it is.

George, you came home that night without it.

I remember
because your hair was wet.

You said it had been raining.

Is it in a lockup?

No.

They're gonna get you
because of that bloody car.

And they can plant evidence.

And they're out to get you.

What did they say?

That bath will be running over.

What did they say?

Maybe they've already found it.

[ Clicks tongue]
I don't know.

I've got problems of me own.

[Sighs]

HAVERS:
Boss?

Yeah?

You want to see
the model agency's picture

-of Karen Howard?
- Uh-huh.

Incident Room.
Everyone's there.

I'll be right with you.

Yeah, but the super's in there.

[Sighs]

AMSON: Karen Howard.
Look at her hands.

Long, red nails.

That photograph was taken
a week before she died,

and in this photograph, taken
in sessions the day she died,

short nails.

Get on to it.
Check it out.

Jonesy, check it out
with her flatmate first.

I want to find out
where she had those nails done.

[ Door closes ]

[Telephone ringing]

[ Exhales]
I'm sorry, gov.

You wanted to see me?

Just a few moments.

Uh, carry on.

AMSON:
Don't leave any stone unturned.

Check it out with her parents, boyfriend, agent, everyone,

especially you three --
Caplan, Rosper, Lillie.

Move it.

And, by the way...

thanks, lads.

They backed you 100%, refused
to have Hickock take over.

That was on my desk
when I came in.

Every single man signed it.

Did you know about it?

Um, no, no, I didn't, um...

Things have taken quite a turn, haven't they?

You were lucky.

Luck had nothing to do with it.

The lads worked really hard.

Bring me all the new information as soon as possible.

Of course, sir.

[ Sniffles]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Hi, D.C. Jones,
Southampton Row Station here.

We need to know if Karen used

any regular beauty parlor
or hairdressing salon.

Do you know if she had any of these -- What do you call
them?

- Nail extensions.
- Nail extensions.

Look, um, I'm not gonna harp on about this, but, um...

I really appreciate
you backing me up.

Boss?

Suspect's on the move,
and he's with his girlfriend.

The lads reckon
something's going down.

I think this is it.

I think we've got him
on the run.

JONES:
Thank you.

All right, let's go for it.

Yes, she used
a regular beauty parlor.

- Floral Street, Covent Garden.
- Frank, move it.

- TENNISON: Terry, come on.
- Keep in radio contact.

D.C. Jones,
Southampton Row Station here.

Do you have a client
by the name of Karen Howard?

[ Engine turns over]

MUDDYMAN:
Haskons has been on.

He's following Marlow and Henson down the Marylebone
Road.

They had her down for
a full day, 2nd of January,

day before that modeling job where she had the long nails.

Now, they didn't have her down for a manicure,

and they don't do those nails, whatever they are.

But one of the girls recommended a woman in Covent
Garden Market.

BURKIN: Shit. We'll never
get the car down there.

What you're gonna have to do
is jump out and run,

and I'll meet you
at Southampton Street and move.

JONES: Just drop me off
and get me there alive, Frank.

- Can you give me some money?
- What for?

I need money
for taxes and things.

Use the cards.

- I just need money, all right?
- All right, all right.

You don't think
I'm a bottomless pit, do you?

Yeah, I do.

Here.

Is that all?
Come on, you mean bastard.

Give me another £20.

HASKONS: Haskons. I'm pulling in
and leaving the car

on Marylebone road,
just beyond the underpass.

Right, they're out
of the taxicab now

and going down
Euston Square tube station.

We're following.

I'll meet you at the Garden, yeah?

Oh, in that coffee bar
on the left.

- Okay.
- All right, love.

And don't spend all the money, you hear?

- Good luck.
- God bless.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Oi, oi, excuse me.
What --

They've split up.

Taxi!

Shit.

I've lost him.

Taxi!

Follow that cab in front.

I'm right behind him.

Left again into Gordon Square.

Going across Gordon Square towards Euston Road.

He could be going
to the station.

Yeah, he's turning
into Euston station.

I'm at the taxi drop-off.
I'm right behind him.

[ P.A. dings]

WOMAN". The train now arriving
on track 13

is the delayed 7:40 intercity bullet from Manchester.

We apologize for the delayed arrival of this train.

This was due to
essential track maintenance.

He's not going for a train.
He's leaving the station.

He's moving like the clappers.

I don't think he's sussed me.

MAN:
The 11:00 from Milton Keynes?

Probably, 11:00 would be
the best bet, yeah.

I would think so. We'll
pick it up on the other end.

No, I've lost him.
Sorry.

He's on the number 18 bus.

Try and pick him up
on the Euston Road, going east.

AMSON:
Jimmy, Jimmy, where are you?

Can you see him?

I've got him.
I've got him.

Bus is heading
towards King's Cross.

You should be able to see it from where you're parked.

There are garage lockups
on the back of the station.

That's the 18.

There's Jimmy now behind him.

Tony, you and Phil get up to
the lockups behind the station.

Stake them out.

Harry, pick up your car
and do the same.

JIMMY: He's got off the bus.
He's heading for the station.

Looks like he's gonna do
a runner back up north.

No, he's passed the station, maybe going for a cab.

No.

No, he's going up Pancras Road,

Maybe going for the lockups.

I'm following him.

He's not hanging about, neither.

He's not going in the lockups.
He's going in a caf.

Phil, Tony,
one of you take over.

He's ordered a cup of coffee.
He's chatting the owner.

They seem to know each other.

This girl,
did you ever do her nails?

I really couldn't say.
I mean, I do up to eight a day.

Well, look at her again.

This girl was found murdered on the 15th of January this
year.

Did she ever come to this store?

Murdered?

January, I wouldn't
have been here, anyway.

Look, I've got a friend
who looks after the booth

when I can't do it.

JONES: Gov, Moyra Henson takes over a booth in Covent
Garden.

The woman who owns it
says that Moyra

often had Marlow hanging around.

Karen could have
had her nails done here.

That's how he knew their names.

It's the two of them, then.

Let's check back when Moyra was first arrested for
prostitution,

see if she was lying about
not knowing Della Mornay.

Brian, it's Terry Amson.

Check out Moyra Henson's file, will you?

Run a cross-reference on it with Della Mornay's Vice
records.

Oh, I think he's on the move.

The owner's
giving him something.

I can't quite see what it is.

He's leaving the caf now.

It's keys.

He's only given him some keys.

He's turning right,
heading up towards the lockups.

Get your car.
Get your bloody car, please.

Jesus, he's stopped outside one.

He's going for it.
He's bloody going for it.

Now, wait.

Everyone, wait.

Let him use those keys.
Let him get in there.

He's got the key in the lock.

He's opening UP-

He's in.

GO! Go!

Are you George Marlow'?

My name is D.l. Muddyman, Southampton Row Police
Station.

I'm arresting you
on suspicion of murder.

Moyra Henson,

I'm D.C. Baker from
Southampton Row Police Station.

- Okay, Moyra, okay.
- Leave me alone. Don't touch me.

- I'm arresting you.
- Leave us alone.

Hang tight.
Come on.

[ Police radio chatter]

[ Water dripping ]

No radio between the seats.

Get forensic down here
as soon as possible.

- Don't touch anything.
- Right.

AMSON:
Then get on to SOCO.

See if you can get someone
down here.

Oh, my God.

Jesus.

Bastard.

Right, let's get on with it.

Good luck, gov.

Thanks.

- Go for it, gov.
- Thanks, Archie.

TENNISON: Mr. Shrapnel,
you've been made aware

that your client is here
to answer questions

and assist in the investigation

into the murders of Karen Howard and Della Mornay?

Yes, that is correct.

She is aware of the situation and is prepared to cooperate

and assist in the investigations

in any way that does not
or will not

bring criminal proceedings against her

or instigate
such criminal proceedings.

You gave George Marlow an alibi,

saying that he came home
on the night of January the 14th

at 10:30 p.m.
and did not go out again.

Is that correct?

You have also assisted us
in our inquiries before.

On one occasion, you were shown photographs of murder
victims.

Do you remember?

You stated that you had not met

and did not know any
of the women in the photographs.

[ Quietly ]
That's right.

On the 14th of July 1976,

you and Della Mornay

were on trial
in Manchester juvenile court.

In early January of this year, Karen Howard came to a booth

that you took over from
Annette Frisby in Covent Garden.

You're not looking
at the photographs, Moyra.

Don't want to look at Della?

Then look at Karen.

George called out to her.

He offered her a lift.

He then raped her, tortured her, mutilated her.

He killed her.

Look.

Hands tied behind her back.
Look at the marks on her body.

Look at her, Moyra.

- Now, listen, I --
- Your client, Mr. Shrapnel,

stands to be accused
as an accessory to murder.

Do you want me to list
what she can be charged with?

- Well, do you?
- My client agreed to assist --

Your client has lied.

SHRAPNEL: Moyra is
George Marlow's common-law wife

and, as such, cannot be forced to testify against him,

as you very well know.

Will you get them to leave?

Just the women to stay.

I won't talk in front of them.

He did it to me once.

But I...

I didn't like it.

He tied my...

hands.

A leather strap.

[ Crying 1
I didn't know!

I didn't know!
Oh, God, I didn't -- I didn't --

[ Gagging, gasping 1

George Marlow did come home
at 10:30,

but he went out again at 10:45,

and she has no idea
when he returned.

We've got him.

We've got him!

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Arnold.

Give us five minutes.

They're charging you
on six counts of murder, George.

[Sighs]

I don't know what's going on, Arnold.

On my mother's life,
I haven't done a thing.

I know.

Now...

what exactly have you said?

BURKIN: Oh, man,
you ain't gonna believe this.

Have a look.
It's a mask.

Jesus.

BURKIN:
There's a handbag here.

And a wallet.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

MUDDYMAN:
Look, here's the jacket.

BURKIN:
Cor, it stinks in here.

It smells like an abattoir,
that heavy sort of stench.

WILLY:
Graham, it's caked in blood.

Looks like dried skin.

Drain is clogged.
Dried blood.

- See here, here.
- Yeah.

This whole area
will have to have swabs taken.

He must have used this
to wash himself down afterwards.

Now, blood spatters there.

What have we got here?

- Ah, yeah.
- This looks like fingerprints.

Frank?

What you got?

It's been scrubbed,
smells musty.

Ah.

Your girl blond?

[ Recorder beeps ]

TENNISON:
This is a recorded interview.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Jane Tennison.

Also present are
Detective Sergeant Terence Amson

and Arnold Upcher.

We are situated in room 5C

at Southampton Row
Metropolitan Police Station.

The date
is the 8th of March 1991.

And the time is 6:15 p.m.

Would you please state
your full name, address,

and date of birth?

George Arthur Marlow,
21 High Grove Estate, Kilburn.

Born in Wallington,
11 September 1951.

TENNISON: Do you understand
why you've been arrested'?

I suppose so.

It is my duty formally
to caution you and warn you

that anything you say
may be used in evidence.

You have been arrested
on suspicion of the murders

of Karen Howard
and Della Mornay.

Do you understand?

I'm not guilty.

On the night
of Karen Howard's murder,

you claimed you were home
by 10:30 p.m.

and did not go out again.

Correct?

Yes.

We took a statement
at 3:45 this afternoon

from your common-law wife,
Miss Moyra Henson.

She says that you actually left the flat at 15 minutes to
11:00.

She had no knowledge
of when you returned,

but you returned home
without your car.

It was not stolen from
outside your block of flats,

as you previously claimed.

It also does not have a radio between the front seats.

She's wrong.
My car was nicked.

I never went out again.

You have denied having had
any previous contact

with Karen Howard.

I never met her before
that night she picked me up.

Miss Henson worked part time
in a booth at Covent Garden.

She admits that she knew Karen, gave her nail treatments,

and that you were privy
to those nail treatments

and spoke to Karen.

Is that true?

No.

You have also denied knowing
the second victim,

Miss Della Mornay.

However, Miss Henson now says

that contrary
to her first statement,

when she, too,
denied knowing Della Mornay,

that she was, in fact, lying.

So, I suggest that you, too,
are lying

and that you did know
Della Mornay.

I don't believe
you'd play these games.

Moyra's scared to death
that you're gonna arrest her

for taxing evasion, for claiming unemployment benefit.

She's terrified of the police

ever since she was picked up on a false charge of
prostitution.

Well, you don't scare me.

I'm innocent.

Did you clock
the look he gave me?

Straight at me.

"Ah, the painter."

[ Exhales]
Freaked me out.

Didn't suss you, though, did he?

"I like him."

Shut it, Kenneth.

Just let me have 10 minutes
with him.

They ain't gonna get nothing
out of him upstairs.

HASKONS: We should have smacked him when we picked
him up.

Yeah.

Sick bastard.

This is taking too long.

Talk about a long day.

She must be knackered.

BURKIN: After what we found
in that lockup,

he ain't gonna admit
to knowing his mother right now.

That shower curtain.

The smell.

The stench of the place.

The blood on the walls.

Sick.

That wire brush.

How many of them
do you reckon he did in there?

BURKIN:
All of the London girls.

Yeah?

Sick.

MARLOW:
How many more times?

I've told you.
I got an anonymous call.

I don't know who it was from, but it was a man.

He says to me that he knows where my car is.

It's been on
a television program, right?

It's been reported stolen, right?

- What time was that call?
- I don't know. About 10:00.

Anyway, he says that he knows where my car is,

gives me the tip-off.

He says that it's in King's Cross in some guy's lockup.

But you had a set of keys
to that lockup.

I know,
because the caller told me

that the keys were being held
at a coffee bar.

Some Greek guy had them,

so I picked up the keys
from the coffee bar.

They weren't my keys!

And I didn't find my car,

because just as I opened
the garage door,

the police picked me up.

Why do I have to repeat myself?
I've told them all this before.

What was the Greek man's name?

I don't know.

The caller just told me
the address of the coffee bar!

Mr. Stavros Hulenkinis
has rented that lockup

to a John Smith for eight years.

After you picked up the keys from him this morning,

an officer took a statement
from him.

Your friend also takes in certain items

of dry cleaning and laundry
from you.

- Is that correct?
-[ Laughs ]

Come on, George.

How'd you get Karen
into that bed-sit?

Did you use Della's keys?

You knew it would be empty, didn't you?

You knew because you knew
that Della was already dead.

You're trying to put words
into my mouth.

Well, I'm not gonna say another thing. Tell her that's
enough.

I agreed to this interview,

and I've done nothing but
assist you from the word "go."

All right?

And now I want to go home.

That won't be possible, George.
Look, it's almost 10:00 --

Look, I want to have a piss!
I have to go to the toilet!

And I want to phone my mother.

I'm not having my mother reading that you've arrested me
again.

I want to be the one
to tell her.

I agree to a 10-minute break.

You will not be allowed
to make any telephone calls

or see your wife until
this interview is terminated.

I will arrange for Miss Henson to call your mother.

No, they don't get on! I don't want Moyra talking to my
mother!

[ Exhales]

[ Chuckles]

This is a mess, isn't it?

All right.

I did it.

Would you repeat that?

You are still under caution.

I said I did it.

Sit down, please, George.

What exactly did you do?

Karen.

Della.

Angela.

Sharon.

Ellen.

And Jeannie.

We need to take a break.

[ Door opens ]

AMSON:
Baxter.

The interview will be terminated at this point for a break.

The tape turnoff
will be witnessed

by Detective Sergeant Amson
and Arnold Upcher.

The time
is 2 minutes past 10:00,

the 8th of March 1991.

The aforementioned will remain

in the presence
of the recording machine

to enable the prisoner,
George Marlow,

to be taken to use the toilet.

[Telephone ringing
in distance]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Frankie. Tony.

You're not gonna believe this.

What?

He's admitted it!

[All cheering ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Oi!
What's going on?

Our governor's
only got our suspect

to admit to six charges
of murder,

the biggest case
this station's ever had!

Mine's a large scotch!
Yeah!

- Hiya, Maureen.
- Hiya, gov.

Um, is any of those lads about?

No, I think
they've all gone home.

D.l. Jenkins wants
the Incident Room cleared.

Can you pop in before you leave?

Oh, God, I don't believe it.

- Good night.
- Night.

♪ Why was she born
so beautiful? ♪

J" Why was she born at all? J"

J" She's no bloody use
to anyone ♪

J" She's no bloody use at all J"

- Hip, hip!
- Hooray!

Oh, you bastards.

I thought
you'd all pissed off home.

[All cheering ]

Hey. we got him!

That bastard!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

George Arthur Marlow,
you stand before this court

accused of six indictments
of murder.

Count one, that you did,
on the 14th of January 1991,

murder Karen Howard,
contrary to common law.

Count two, that you unlawfully took the life,

on the 3rd of November 1990,
of Della Margaret Mornay.

Count three,
you are also charged that,

on the 15th of March 1984,

you murdered
Jeannie Avril Sharpe.

Count four, in January 1985,
you murdered Ellen Harding.

Count five, that in July 1986,

you murdered Angela Simpson.

And count six, in October 1987,

you murdered
Sharon Felicity Reid.

George Arthur Marlow, having heard the charges against
YOU,

how do you plead?

Not guilty, sir.

[ Spectators murmuring ]

MAN: Silence!
Silence in court!

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