WPC 56 (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - That Old Devil Called Love - full transcript
As the police find Rosie's body Fenton lies about knowing her but at the police station Rebecca recognizes him and his secret is exposed, leading to his suspension. He does however tell Briggs that Powell owns the brothel and Max arrests Powell, though his men later spring him. Susie meets the charming Alan Reynolds, an ex-guards officer, at a marriage bureau but Sergeant Swift suspects that he is a fraud and reveals him to be a married man preying on lonely women for their money. After Coulson has tried to force himself on her again Gina seeks refuge with Chris, unaware that he and not Powell killed Rosie and now knows that she is a policewoman.
A name keeps popping up -
Lenny Powell.
Mr Powell just called,
he wants to see you. What?
Now? He said right away.
Chief Coulson, Sir,
he's been propositioning me.
If they've come for you,
I ain't protecting you, Lenny.
Not this time.
What happened to the girl?
WHERE IS SHE?! Somewhere I hope
you'll never find her.
SHE SCREAMS
Oh, baby!
Oh, God.
BELL RINGS
FAINT SCREAMING
Hello?
Police. Anyone here?
OK, you two, Adams,
with me upstairs. Go.
You two, down here.
I'll do this room.
You see what you can find.
Careful what you touch.
Sarge.
Sarge!
Did you know about this place?
Fenton!
Fenton. What?
Was this address known to us?
No.
These places spring up all the time.
Sir?
Is... is that her?
He will have made a mistake...
..left a hair, a fingerprint,
something.
Find it.
Get your Brinford Times here!
Thank you, sir.
Has she got a name?
Rosie Turner.
She's got £200 in the Post Office
but that's about all we know.
Two bodies, an attempted murder -
I can call in help from Divisional.
Thank you, sir, but there's no need.
I've left men searching the brothel.
Sergeant Fenton's
interviewing the neighbours.
And the Pembrook case?
Excuse me, sir. Interview Room?
We've got our witness.
Get her to start talking
or we'll have to let her go.
And you've never been married?
I got as far as the altar once.
Trouble is, the groom
was already halfway to Gretna Green
with my best friend.
Do you work, Miss Nightingale?
I'm a secretary.
I just started a new position
at Brinford Police Station.
I think that's
enough details for now.
Can you put I'm available
any evening... weekends.
I don't want to get your hopes up.
Most of our members
are looking for someone...
younger.
I see.
But if any matches do come up,
I'll be in touch.
Don't tell me you need
a marriage bureau.
I'm fed up with kissing princes
who turn into frogs.
I hope you have better luck than me.
You'd be wasting your time
there, I'm afraid.
Miss Nightingale
doesn't match your requirements.
Miss Baxter,
if you'd like to come through.
Excuse me!
You dropped this.
Oh!
Thank you.
Am I that awful?
That you have to rush off
so quickly?
I'm on my lunch break.
Sorry, where are my manners?
Alan, Alan Reynolds.
Rebecca,
whatever you've been through,
it's over.
Where have you been?
A room.
Men came to the house and...
..and they made me...
You've been kept in a brothel?
How did you get away?
She helped me....
Who?
Rosie.
If it hadn't been for her...
Is this her?
Is this Rosie?
Rebecca, Rosie Turner
was found dead this morning.
She'd been stabbed.
It's my fault.
What do you mean?
If she hadn't let me go...
..she'd still be alive.
Who was in charge
of the brothel?
Do you know who killed her?
Sir, please.
Five minutes.
Well?
Usual, the three wise monkeys
routine.
They must have known
something was going on.
They keep their curtains closed
and their mouths shut.
At least we've had one break -
Rebecca Jones.
What about her? Turns out they were
being held in the same brothel.
I can't stay here.
Please.
SHE HYPERVENTILATES
You've got to get me out of here.
Rebecca, please. Calm down.
What's going on?
Anywhere. Just not here!
Don't you owe it to Rosie?
You said I was safe.
You said I was safe! Rebecca...?
You promised me.
You said I was safe.
I have no doubt that the
Rosie Turner and Daniel Pembrook
murders are connected.
But Rebecca's not going
to say any more
unless we can reassure her
that she's safe.
So we put her in a safe house
and organise a rota of officers
to watch over her.
Dawson, do you want to
take the first shift?
She seems to trust you.
I'm working at the Sapphire Club
tonight.
Well, now that we have Rebecca,
there's no need for you
to go back there.
Of course.
All right, Inspector, set it up.
But the fewer the people who know,
the better. Will do, sir.
Goodnight, dear.
Goodnight, Glenda.
Night, Glenda.
Are you going somewhere nice?
Luigi's - that new Italian
on the High Street. Oh.
With a girlfriend?
A friend.
An old friend?
No, someone I've just met.
Have a nice time.
I'm sure we will.
♪ Oh, what a dream
♪ What a dream... ♪
Hello.
You're a bit early, aren't you?
What is it?
Chris,
I can't work here any more.
Is this about last night?
No. If I came on too strong,
then I'm sorry.
It's not that.
Well, then what?
It's complicated.
Is there someone else?
No!
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come.
I can't just let you walk away
and never see you again.
It'll never work.
Well, we'll make it work.
Have the girls been talking?
Look, I won't lie to you,
there have been others,
but none of them mean anything to me.
I don't care about your past.
Then prove it.
Meet me tomorrow.
Please, Ruby.
Give me a chance, yeah?
Well, this is nice, isn't it?
I can't remember the last time
we sat down and had a meal together,
just the two of us.
We should send Peggy to
her friend's house more often!
I need you to go away...
..you and Peggy.
What?
Go where?
Anywhere.
Go to your sister's.
Pack tonight and I'll take you
to the station first thing.
Don't be daft.
I can't just turn up
on Wendy's doorstep with no warning.
It'll only be for a few days.
And what about work?
I can't just swan off
without so much as a by-your-leave.
And Peggy's got a
domestic science report tomorrow.
She's doing toad-in-the-hole.
For once in your life, woman,
will you just do as you're told?!
I don't know what's got
into you lately, Sidney.
You've not been right for days,
but there's no need
to take it out on me.
Sorry.
You never tell me
half of what's happening at work
and I know better than to ask.
But I'm asking you now,
what's going on?
Nothing I can't handle,
as long as I know
you and Peggy are safe.
Well, if you get the suitcases
down from the loft,
I'll start packing.
♪ I want some shoes
♪ To set my feet a-dancing, dancing
♪ Dancing, dancing all day
♪ Shoes to set my feet
a-dancing, dancing
♪ Dancing all my cares away. ♪
Your duty rosters, Sergeant.
Ta very much.
It's nice to hear someone's happy.
I'll take it you had a nice time,
last night.
Dreamy!
Where did you meet him, then?
Who says it was a fella?
That smile on your face.
Well, if you must know,
I met him through
the new marriage bureau in town.
I know it's not everyone's
cup of tea
but if it leads to you meeting
your Mr Right,
how can it be wrong?
PAPER RUSTLING
I know you said
I shouldn't call on you at work
but I saw these
and I thought of you.
Oh, Alan...
..they're lovely!
Roses for a rose.
SERGEANT SWIFT CLEARS HIS THROAT
Captain Alan Reynolds,
Sergeant Swift.
Pleased to meet you.
Oh, I see you were in
the Grenadier Guards.
Yes, I did my bit
for Queen and country.
Anyway, I mustn't keep you
from your work.
I'll see you tonight.
Can't wait.
MUFFLED: I thought this was
going to be straightforward.
Only it turns out our victim
wasn't a working girl
and the room's been wiped clean.
You all right?
It looks like
you've slept under a hedge.
Rough night.
'Sid, you could always
come with me.'
Go get yourself a cup of tea,
you're no good to me half dead.
Tell me Rebecca Jones
is ready to talk.
She spent all night tossing
and turning,
finally went to sleep
just as I was handing over.
Looked like she needed it.
With everything she's been through,
you have to give her time.
I know she's a victim
but if she doesn't talk...
We have nothing.
Yes, sir.
Nothing at all?
Are you sure
you're spelling it right?
It's R-E-Y-N...
Reynolds.
No?
OK. Ta very much, Sergeant.
You're playing with fire.
If Miss Nightingale catches you
checking up on her gentleman friend.
There is something about
that smarmy so-and-so
that's got my nose twitching.
And my conk is very rarely wrong.
So he might not
have a criminal record
but let's see what my contact
at the MoD can come up with.
Sir... Look,
I don't want
Miss Nightingale getting hurt.
Anyone would think
you were jealous of them.
PHONE RINGS
What have you got?
Eh... Rosie Turner's...
post mortem report.
Well, what does it say?
Bruising to the face... and arms.
Three broken ribs.
She must have put up a fight.
A single stab wound...
..to the heart.
Anything else?
Fenton?
She was pregnant.
Couple of months.
Wonder if she knew?
Did you enjoy the picture?
Was there a film on?
I know it's early days, but...
It's like we've
known each other for ever.
What time do you call this?
Sorry! I'm not much of a cook, am I?
I can't complain.
Rock cakes are about my limit.
You know, my mum, she doesn't
let me near her kitchen.
She says that
when I boil an egg I burn the water.
Rebecca. At the station,
why didn't you feel safe?
I saw someone.
Someone you recognised?
From the Sapphire Club?
From... the brothel.
Someone we had in custody?
Then, I don't understand.
One of our officers?
I never knew he was a copper.
He visited her a lot and he used to
let himself into her private room.
Can you describe him?
He's tall. Fair.
I think I heard
Rosie call him...
Sid.
He's clearly using this marriage
bureau to find lonely women,
when he's already married.
You don't know that this
woman was his wife.
Well, it wasn't his mother,
that's for sure.
Who knows how many more
he's got on the go?
I've got to warn this
marriage bureau
that they've got a gigolo on their
books.
Sarge.
Please. If you could hear yourself.
Whatever Alan Reynolds is
up to, you can't
go following Susie around town.
This isn't a case.
It's her private life.
Sergeant Fenton.
Chief Inspector's looking for you.
KNOCKS AT DOOR
Yes?
You wanted to see me, sir?
Why didn't you tell us that you
knew Rosie Turner?
She's been active
in Brinford for some years.
Naturally, our paths have
crossed in the course of my duties.
We have a witness who says you
were a regular visitor.
We became friends.
You were having an affair?
When we searched the brothel,
did you already know she was dead?
I was helping her get away.
I went to give her a lift
and found the body.
Why didn't you report it?
I was in shock.
I didn't know what I was doing.
Was it you who wiped the room clean?
Answer the question, man!
I knew that if you found my prints,
you'd be thinking exactly what
you're thinking now.
Did you kill her, Sergeant Fenton?
No.
No. I loved her.
If you want to hang me for that...
What was her place in the brothel?
She, er...
took care of the
day-to-day business.
Kept the girls safe. Took the
money. And passed it on to who?
Let me make this crystal clear
for you, Fenton.
You co-operate fully or
I will have you cuffed
and taken to the cells immediately.
Do you understand me?
Lenny Powell. He's the owner.
And you know that, how?
Rosie told me.
Did Lenny kill her?
He's capable of anything.
All right.
Hand over your warrant card.
No, sir. Please.
As of this moment,
you are suspended,
pending an internal investigation.
You have to let me
help you catch Rosie's killer.
I think you've done enough already.
You might have compromised
the whole case, Fenton.
Give your statement to Inspector
Harper then go home to your family.
There's no need for this to become
public knowledge.
No, sir.
What a bloody mess.
KNOCKING
Come in.
Have a seat,
I'll be right with you.
What can I do for you, officer?
I... am looking for love.
You'd better have a watertight case.
Powell's got some of the country's
top solicitors on his payroll.
We've got a witness who can link him
to at least one murder.
The last time we came up against
Lenny Powell, the witness
conveniently disappeared.
He may think he's untouchable.
But he's making mistakes.
He killed Daniel Pembrook
but left a witness.
He beat Mike Maddock
but didn't finish the job.
He killed Rosie Turner to try
and cover his tracks.
Well, it's time he had his wings
clipped. Go get your man, Inspector.
Yes, sir.
Anything else?
Well, someone who'll understand
that a copper's life
is not always an easy one.
Oh, you are ready for love,
aren't you, John?
DOORBELL CHIMES
Excuse me.
FROM HALLWAY: Good morning, Mr Parker.
I'm very sorry but I have
someone here.
You're a little bit early. If you
could possibly come back in
half-an-hour?
Very good. Actually, maybe even
tomorrow. Tomorrow?
At any particular time?
I was thinking in the morning.
Possibly ten o'clock-ish. Very good.
Miss Delamere, how long
have you known Alan Reynolds?
Captain Reynolds? About six months.
And how did you meet?
Was it through
the Bliss Marriage Bureau?
It was as if we'd always
meant to be together.
We had a wonderful couple of months.
Then his health took
a turn for the worse.
What's wrong with him?
A tumour on his lungs.
But we've had a ray of hope.
Alan had found
a specialist in Paris.
He's developed a new treatment.
Sounds expensive.
Miss Delamere, I'm afraid that
"Captain" Reynolds
might not be all he's said he is.
What do you mean?
According to his military records,
he never rose higher
than Lance Corporal.
And he certainly wasn't at
death's door when I saw him
coming out of the Regal last night...
with another woman.
Dawson, a word.
I hear you've done a good
job at the Sapphire Club.
Thank you, sir.
I bet the sight of you in a tight
dress got a few pulses racing?
I'd like to have seen that.
This isn't appropriate, sir.
SHE SCREAMS
You gave some to DI Burns.
Why are you being so shy now?
SHE SCREAMS AND CRIES
Sir?
What do you think
you just saw, Constable?
I don't know. Sir.
Nothing. You saw nothing.
Yes, sir.
If I hear one word about
this getting out,
your life won't be worth living.
These need to be in the last post.
Serious, is it?
You and your new "friend"?
What's it to you if it is?
Nothing. I just... Well,
don't you think
he's a bit too good to be true?
Because he's handsome, charming.
A proper gentleman?
Please don't be upset. I was only
thinking of your best interests.
What have you done?
I made some enquiries,
and I'm sorry,
but Alan Reynolds is a liar
and a cheat.
How dare you
stick your nose in my business!
You clearly can't
bear to see anyone happy,
so why should
I believe a word you say?
Gina?
What is it?
Here, sit down.
Do you want to tell me about it?
What would you do, if you knew
something was wrong...
..but if you spoke out,
it would cost you everything?
Sometimes it's not a case of what
will happen if you do do something.
It's can you look at yourself
in the mirror if you don't?
SHE SNIFFLES
Mike Maddock.
A sad case.
I've asked around.
There were unusual betting
patterns before the fight.
He was the favourite, yet
there was big money on him to lose.
Ah, the fickleness of
the sports fan.
How much money did you lose
that night, Mr Powell?
Me? Betting's illegal, Inspector.
There's a chance Maddock will
regain consciousness. God willing.
And if he tells us that you
ordered him to throw the fight?
Well, when he does recover,
I certainly hope all those blows
to the head
haven't affected his memory.
Daniel Pembrook.
Tragic.
You told me you hardly knew him?
Come now, Inspector,
we've had this dance before.
Yes, but now we've located
a witness -
someone who was only feet away when
Councillor Pembrook was murdered.
And they say they saw me?
Are you admitting
that you were present
when Daniel Pembrook was killed?
If you've got a witness,
you'll know...
..unless they haven't given
you a name yet.
HE CHUCKLES
Nice try, Inspector,
but if you really had
anything on me,
I'd be halfway to Winson Green
by now.
If we're finished here...
"Finished"?
I haven't even started.
Fingers crossed, it won't be long
before wedding bells are ringing.
Thank you very much. Bye-bye.
Who is it this time?
She's not like any woman
I've ever met. Who?
She's kind, funny, no pretensions -
a real breath of fresh air.
Not that secretary!
You fool! What have you told her
about us? Nothing.
Then how come a copper's
been nosing around? A what?
He spun me some story about wanting
to sign up, I didn't buy it.
But I haven't said anything.
Why would I?
OK, so we're done here -
we move on, another town.
We set up again.
I can't do this any more.
I'm staying here with Susie.
She hasn't got any money!
I don't care about her money.
Then what - love?
Oh, don't be so naive!
You won't talk me out of it.
Fine. I give it two weeks of bread
and dripping with your typist
before you come running back to me.
You've got money to collect.
Let's talk about
number 6 Amberley Street.
Is that supposed to mean
something to me?
I would hope so,
considering you own it. I do?
Oh, you've tried to hide the fact -
registering the deeds
in your wife's maiden name,
or is she involved in this as well?
I own dozens of properties.
Did you know that this property,
which you admit to owning,
was being used as a brothel?
I would have rented it out
in good faith.
If the tenant used it for illegal
purposes, that's hardly my fault.
Rosie Turner.
Never heard of her.
We found her body
at number 6 Amberley Street.
I know nothing about that.
Two murders, one attempted murder -
all three victims connected to you.
By rumour and innuendo.
Where's your proof, Inspector?
Well, if that's all you've got,
I promised Mrs Powell
I'd take her shopping.
Well, thank you for a most
entertaining afternoon, Inspector.
Your ring.
Yeah, what about it?
Hit someone wearing that -
you could do some damage.
In fact, I think
this proves that you already have.
Your building, your ring...
..my proof.
Leonard Gordon Powell,
I am arresting you for the murders
of Daniel Pembrook
and Rosie Turner, and for the
attempted murder of Michael Maddock.
You're not obliged to say anything
unless you wish to do so,
but anything you do say will be
taken down in writing
and given in evidence.
I'll have that phone call now.
And I'll have that ring -
it's evidence.
After you've seen your brief,
you'll be transported to jail,
pending your appearance before
a judge first thing tomorrow morning.
Lenny Powell, eh?
That's a real feather in your cap,
Inspector.
Thank you, sir,
but it wouldn't have been possible
without Dawson's hard work.
Well, Constable, step forward.
As you all know, we have
the Divisional Awards Ceremony
tomorrow night, and due to her
work on the George Stern case,
Dawson was nominated by me
for a bravery award.
Yes. Well done, Dawson.
Hear, hear!
Unfortunately, I am
the bearer of bad news.
Sir?
There are only a limited number of
awards and at the eleventh hour,
a more deserving candidate
has come to the fore -
a young constable at Sparkbrook
saved a toddler from drowning.
But I'm sure that you understand,
don't you, Dawson?
Oh, yes, sir, I understand. Good.
That's all.
This is a nice surprise.
Seeing you gives me
so much strength.
Sit down, before you fall down.
Can't stop.
Got to get to the airport.
Doctor Pascal's very
hopeful this time.
You did say you'd get to the bank.
Of course. I'll get my purse.
Hello, Alan.
I was just saying how well you are.
Which is funny, as I was just saying
you were at death's door.
Was it all lies?
Not all, no.
How many more of us are there?
How many women are waiting for you
to brighten up
their sad little lives?
None, I swear.
Even now, you can't tell the truth.
OK, OK, three.
But none of this was my idea.
Out! Jane!
Get out of my house!
Won't you let me explain?
Tell more lies, you mean?
SHE SOBS
Are you going to be all right?
Will you tell the police?
I... I know I should...
..but I could... I could never
stand up in a courtroom.
The humiliation.
I couldn't.
Tommy.
I'm w-w-wanted downstairs.
Unless you back me up,
Briggs won't believe me.
But...
..but I didn't see anything.
You must have.
Just a senior officer giving
a junior officer some advice.
Tommy, if you hadn't interrupted,
you know what would have happened.
Yes, but I did...
..so there's n-n-no harm done, hmm?
Cell number two.
What about Alan?
The alert's gone out.
It won't be long
before we pick him up.
You must think I'm a fool.
We all do stupid things for love.
Susie...
..one day you'll find him...
your Mr Right.
That's just for princesses
in fairy tales.
Again.
Ruby.
Sorry, I...
..I didn't know where else to go.
Something's happened?
Let's get you home.
I don't want to go home.
I want another drink.
Leave me alone.
What do you care?
What does anybody care?
Come on. Come on.
You OK? OK, come on.
Now, you can stay as long as you
need, all right?
Is there anything that you want?
Just...
..just hold me.
HORN BEEPS
Turn off the engine!
Open the door!
Get out of the car!
Open the door!
He's coming out now! Out the door!
On the ground, on the ground!
Unlock him now, unlock him now!
Do as he says.
Now! Quick! Now!
Unlock him!
Quick!
Come on!
Move to the back! Get to the back!
Get back! Get back!
Get on the ground! On your knees!
On your knees!
Say your prayers!
HE WHIMPERS
CAR DRIVES OFF
Yes, all ports, airports,
train stations.
If anyone spots him,
wait for armed reinforcements.
He's to be considered armed
and dangerous.
I want every available car
patrolling the main roads
out of town.
Nothing gets out of this cordon
without being searched. Go!
S-s-sorry, Sarge.
Hey, don't you fret, lad.
Having a shooter stuck in your face
would rattle any of us.
How the hell did this happen?!
He must have used his brief to
get a message out.
I don't care how you do it,
find Lenny Powell.
Leave it off!
Cops came for me
and I need to vanish.
I need a new passport, enough cash
to keep me going for a bit.
I'll get on it.
I let you off with Daniel Pembrook,
but Rosie?!
Rosie crossed the line.
If anyone else had betrayed you,
they'd have got more than
a slap in the face.
The stupid cow thought
she'd got away with it.
She had to be taught
a proper lesson...
..only...
only things got out of hand.
"Out of hand?"
She became a liability.
So you killed a woman who can be
linked directly to me,
and just left her body to be found.
That was stupid, I know.
I'm sorry.
"Sorry"?! I'm on the run
because of you.
I couldn't even say goodbye
to my family.
God knows
when I'll be able to come back.
But I did it for you.
You what?
Rosie let Rebecca go
and she was seeing a cop.
I had him under control.
No, you didn't.
Did you think it was just
a coincidence?
Sergeant Fenton's no longer
in your pocket, then Rosie turns
on you as well.
What, you think that puts an end
to our problems, do you?
Rosie wasn't the only one who's been
sleeping with the enemy.
Your new favourite at the club.
Ruby?
What about her?
She's your copper.
Not only that, the police are
protecting Rebecca.
It's only a matter of time
before she tells them
who killed Pembrook
and then we're both sunk.
This is your mess, Chris.
Deal with it.
Lenny Powell.
Mr Powell just called,
he wants to see you. What?
Now? He said right away.
Chief Coulson, Sir,
he's been propositioning me.
If they've come for you,
I ain't protecting you, Lenny.
Not this time.
What happened to the girl?
WHERE IS SHE?! Somewhere I hope
you'll never find her.
SHE SCREAMS
Oh, baby!
Oh, God.
BELL RINGS
FAINT SCREAMING
Hello?
Police. Anyone here?
OK, you two, Adams,
with me upstairs. Go.
You two, down here.
I'll do this room.
You see what you can find.
Careful what you touch.
Sarge.
Sarge!
Did you know about this place?
Fenton!
Fenton. What?
Was this address known to us?
No.
These places spring up all the time.
Sir?
Is... is that her?
He will have made a mistake...
..left a hair, a fingerprint,
something.
Find it.
Get your Brinford Times here!
Thank you, sir.
Has she got a name?
Rosie Turner.
She's got £200 in the Post Office
but that's about all we know.
Two bodies, an attempted murder -
I can call in help from Divisional.
Thank you, sir, but there's no need.
I've left men searching the brothel.
Sergeant Fenton's
interviewing the neighbours.
And the Pembrook case?
Excuse me, sir. Interview Room?
We've got our witness.
Get her to start talking
or we'll have to let her go.
And you've never been married?
I got as far as the altar once.
Trouble is, the groom
was already halfway to Gretna Green
with my best friend.
Do you work, Miss Nightingale?
I'm a secretary.
I just started a new position
at Brinford Police Station.
I think that's
enough details for now.
Can you put I'm available
any evening... weekends.
I don't want to get your hopes up.
Most of our members
are looking for someone...
younger.
I see.
But if any matches do come up,
I'll be in touch.
Don't tell me you need
a marriage bureau.
I'm fed up with kissing princes
who turn into frogs.
I hope you have better luck than me.
You'd be wasting your time
there, I'm afraid.
Miss Nightingale
doesn't match your requirements.
Miss Baxter,
if you'd like to come through.
Excuse me!
You dropped this.
Oh!
Thank you.
Am I that awful?
That you have to rush off
so quickly?
I'm on my lunch break.
Sorry, where are my manners?
Alan, Alan Reynolds.
Rebecca,
whatever you've been through,
it's over.
Where have you been?
A room.
Men came to the house and...
..and they made me...
You've been kept in a brothel?
How did you get away?
She helped me....
Who?
Rosie.
If it hadn't been for her...
Is this her?
Is this Rosie?
Rebecca, Rosie Turner
was found dead this morning.
She'd been stabbed.
It's my fault.
What do you mean?
If she hadn't let me go...
..she'd still be alive.
Who was in charge
of the brothel?
Do you know who killed her?
Sir, please.
Five minutes.
Well?
Usual, the three wise monkeys
routine.
They must have known
something was going on.
They keep their curtains closed
and their mouths shut.
At least we've had one break -
Rebecca Jones.
What about her? Turns out they were
being held in the same brothel.
I can't stay here.
Please.
SHE HYPERVENTILATES
You've got to get me out of here.
Rebecca, please. Calm down.
What's going on?
Anywhere. Just not here!
Don't you owe it to Rosie?
You said I was safe.
You said I was safe! Rebecca...?
You promised me.
You said I was safe.
I have no doubt that the
Rosie Turner and Daniel Pembrook
murders are connected.
But Rebecca's not going
to say any more
unless we can reassure her
that she's safe.
So we put her in a safe house
and organise a rota of officers
to watch over her.
Dawson, do you want to
take the first shift?
She seems to trust you.
I'm working at the Sapphire Club
tonight.
Well, now that we have Rebecca,
there's no need for you
to go back there.
Of course.
All right, Inspector, set it up.
But the fewer the people who know,
the better. Will do, sir.
Goodnight, dear.
Goodnight, Glenda.
Night, Glenda.
Are you going somewhere nice?
Luigi's - that new Italian
on the High Street. Oh.
With a girlfriend?
A friend.
An old friend?
No, someone I've just met.
Have a nice time.
I'm sure we will.
♪ Oh, what a dream
♪ What a dream... ♪
Hello.
You're a bit early, aren't you?
What is it?
Chris,
I can't work here any more.
Is this about last night?
No. If I came on too strong,
then I'm sorry.
It's not that.
Well, then what?
It's complicated.
Is there someone else?
No!
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come.
I can't just let you walk away
and never see you again.
It'll never work.
Well, we'll make it work.
Have the girls been talking?
Look, I won't lie to you,
there have been others,
but none of them mean anything to me.
I don't care about your past.
Then prove it.
Meet me tomorrow.
Please, Ruby.
Give me a chance, yeah?
Well, this is nice, isn't it?
I can't remember the last time
we sat down and had a meal together,
just the two of us.
We should send Peggy to
her friend's house more often!
I need you to go away...
..you and Peggy.
What?
Go where?
Anywhere.
Go to your sister's.
Pack tonight and I'll take you
to the station first thing.
Don't be daft.
I can't just turn up
on Wendy's doorstep with no warning.
It'll only be for a few days.
And what about work?
I can't just swan off
without so much as a by-your-leave.
And Peggy's got a
domestic science report tomorrow.
She's doing toad-in-the-hole.
For once in your life, woman,
will you just do as you're told?!
I don't know what's got
into you lately, Sidney.
You've not been right for days,
but there's no need
to take it out on me.
Sorry.
You never tell me
half of what's happening at work
and I know better than to ask.
But I'm asking you now,
what's going on?
Nothing I can't handle,
as long as I know
you and Peggy are safe.
Well, if you get the suitcases
down from the loft,
I'll start packing.
♪ I want some shoes
♪ To set my feet a-dancing, dancing
♪ Dancing, dancing all day
♪ Shoes to set my feet
a-dancing, dancing
♪ Dancing all my cares away. ♪
Your duty rosters, Sergeant.
Ta very much.
It's nice to hear someone's happy.
I'll take it you had a nice time,
last night.
Dreamy!
Where did you meet him, then?
Who says it was a fella?
That smile on your face.
Well, if you must know,
I met him through
the new marriage bureau in town.
I know it's not everyone's
cup of tea
but if it leads to you meeting
your Mr Right,
how can it be wrong?
PAPER RUSTLING
I know you said
I shouldn't call on you at work
but I saw these
and I thought of you.
Oh, Alan...
..they're lovely!
Roses for a rose.
SERGEANT SWIFT CLEARS HIS THROAT
Captain Alan Reynolds,
Sergeant Swift.
Pleased to meet you.
Oh, I see you were in
the Grenadier Guards.
Yes, I did my bit
for Queen and country.
Anyway, I mustn't keep you
from your work.
I'll see you tonight.
Can't wait.
MUFFLED: I thought this was
going to be straightforward.
Only it turns out our victim
wasn't a working girl
and the room's been wiped clean.
You all right?
It looks like
you've slept under a hedge.
Rough night.
'Sid, you could always
come with me.'
Go get yourself a cup of tea,
you're no good to me half dead.
Tell me Rebecca Jones
is ready to talk.
She spent all night tossing
and turning,
finally went to sleep
just as I was handing over.
Looked like she needed it.
With everything she's been through,
you have to give her time.
I know she's a victim
but if she doesn't talk...
We have nothing.
Yes, sir.
Nothing at all?
Are you sure
you're spelling it right?
It's R-E-Y-N...
Reynolds.
No?
OK. Ta very much, Sergeant.
You're playing with fire.
If Miss Nightingale catches you
checking up on her gentleman friend.
There is something about
that smarmy so-and-so
that's got my nose twitching.
And my conk is very rarely wrong.
So he might not
have a criminal record
but let's see what my contact
at the MoD can come up with.
Sir... Look,
I don't want
Miss Nightingale getting hurt.
Anyone would think
you were jealous of them.
PHONE RINGS
What have you got?
Eh... Rosie Turner's...
post mortem report.
Well, what does it say?
Bruising to the face... and arms.
Three broken ribs.
She must have put up a fight.
A single stab wound...
..to the heart.
Anything else?
Fenton?
She was pregnant.
Couple of months.
Wonder if she knew?
Did you enjoy the picture?
Was there a film on?
I know it's early days, but...
It's like we've
known each other for ever.
What time do you call this?
Sorry! I'm not much of a cook, am I?
I can't complain.
Rock cakes are about my limit.
You know, my mum, she doesn't
let me near her kitchen.
She says that
when I boil an egg I burn the water.
Rebecca. At the station,
why didn't you feel safe?
I saw someone.
Someone you recognised?
From the Sapphire Club?
From... the brothel.
Someone we had in custody?
Then, I don't understand.
One of our officers?
I never knew he was a copper.
He visited her a lot and he used to
let himself into her private room.
Can you describe him?
He's tall. Fair.
I think I heard
Rosie call him...
Sid.
He's clearly using this marriage
bureau to find lonely women,
when he's already married.
You don't know that this
woman was his wife.
Well, it wasn't his mother,
that's for sure.
Who knows how many more
he's got on the go?
I've got to warn this
marriage bureau
that they've got a gigolo on their
books.
Sarge.
Please. If you could hear yourself.
Whatever Alan Reynolds is
up to, you can't
go following Susie around town.
This isn't a case.
It's her private life.
Sergeant Fenton.
Chief Inspector's looking for you.
KNOCKS AT DOOR
Yes?
You wanted to see me, sir?
Why didn't you tell us that you
knew Rosie Turner?
She's been active
in Brinford for some years.
Naturally, our paths have
crossed in the course of my duties.
We have a witness who says you
were a regular visitor.
We became friends.
You were having an affair?
When we searched the brothel,
did you already know she was dead?
I was helping her get away.
I went to give her a lift
and found the body.
Why didn't you report it?
I was in shock.
I didn't know what I was doing.
Was it you who wiped the room clean?
Answer the question, man!
I knew that if you found my prints,
you'd be thinking exactly what
you're thinking now.
Did you kill her, Sergeant Fenton?
No.
No. I loved her.
If you want to hang me for that...
What was her place in the brothel?
She, er...
took care of the
day-to-day business.
Kept the girls safe. Took the
money. And passed it on to who?
Let me make this crystal clear
for you, Fenton.
You co-operate fully or
I will have you cuffed
and taken to the cells immediately.
Do you understand me?
Lenny Powell. He's the owner.
And you know that, how?
Rosie told me.
Did Lenny kill her?
He's capable of anything.
All right.
Hand over your warrant card.
No, sir. Please.
As of this moment,
you are suspended,
pending an internal investigation.
You have to let me
help you catch Rosie's killer.
I think you've done enough already.
You might have compromised
the whole case, Fenton.
Give your statement to Inspector
Harper then go home to your family.
There's no need for this to become
public knowledge.
No, sir.
What a bloody mess.
KNOCKING
Come in.
Have a seat,
I'll be right with you.
What can I do for you, officer?
I... am looking for love.
You'd better have a watertight case.
Powell's got some of the country's
top solicitors on his payroll.
We've got a witness who can link him
to at least one murder.
The last time we came up against
Lenny Powell, the witness
conveniently disappeared.
He may think he's untouchable.
But he's making mistakes.
He killed Daniel Pembrook
but left a witness.
He beat Mike Maddock
but didn't finish the job.
He killed Rosie Turner to try
and cover his tracks.
Well, it's time he had his wings
clipped. Go get your man, Inspector.
Yes, sir.
Anything else?
Well, someone who'll understand
that a copper's life
is not always an easy one.
Oh, you are ready for love,
aren't you, John?
DOORBELL CHIMES
Excuse me.
FROM HALLWAY: Good morning, Mr Parker.
I'm very sorry but I have
someone here.
You're a little bit early. If you
could possibly come back in
half-an-hour?
Very good. Actually, maybe even
tomorrow. Tomorrow?
At any particular time?
I was thinking in the morning.
Possibly ten o'clock-ish. Very good.
Miss Delamere, how long
have you known Alan Reynolds?
Captain Reynolds? About six months.
And how did you meet?
Was it through
the Bliss Marriage Bureau?
It was as if we'd always
meant to be together.
We had a wonderful couple of months.
Then his health took
a turn for the worse.
What's wrong with him?
A tumour on his lungs.
But we've had a ray of hope.
Alan had found
a specialist in Paris.
He's developed a new treatment.
Sounds expensive.
Miss Delamere, I'm afraid that
"Captain" Reynolds
might not be all he's said he is.
What do you mean?
According to his military records,
he never rose higher
than Lance Corporal.
And he certainly wasn't at
death's door when I saw him
coming out of the Regal last night...
with another woman.
Dawson, a word.
I hear you've done a good
job at the Sapphire Club.
Thank you, sir.
I bet the sight of you in a tight
dress got a few pulses racing?
I'd like to have seen that.
This isn't appropriate, sir.
SHE SCREAMS
You gave some to DI Burns.
Why are you being so shy now?
SHE SCREAMS AND CRIES
Sir?
What do you think
you just saw, Constable?
I don't know. Sir.
Nothing. You saw nothing.
Yes, sir.
If I hear one word about
this getting out,
your life won't be worth living.
These need to be in the last post.
Serious, is it?
You and your new "friend"?
What's it to you if it is?
Nothing. I just... Well,
don't you think
he's a bit too good to be true?
Because he's handsome, charming.
A proper gentleman?
Please don't be upset. I was only
thinking of your best interests.
What have you done?
I made some enquiries,
and I'm sorry,
but Alan Reynolds is a liar
and a cheat.
How dare you
stick your nose in my business!
You clearly can't
bear to see anyone happy,
so why should
I believe a word you say?
Gina?
What is it?
Here, sit down.
Do you want to tell me about it?
What would you do, if you knew
something was wrong...
..but if you spoke out,
it would cost you everything?
Sometimes it's not a case of what
will happen if you do do something.
It's can you look at yourself
in the mirror if you don't?
SHE SNIFFLES
Mike Maddock.
A sad case.
I've asked around.
There were unusual betting
patterns before the fight.
He was the favourite, yet
there was big money on him to lose.
Ah, the fickleness of
the sports fan.
How much money did you lose
that night, Mr Powell?
Me? Betting's illegal, Inspector.
There's a chance Maddock will
regain consciousness. God willing.
And if he tells us that you
ordered him to throw the fight?
Well, when he does recover,
I certainly hope all those blows
to the head
haven't affected his memory.
Daniel Pembrook.
Tragic.
You told me you hardly knew him?
Come now, Inspector,
we've had this dance before.
Yes, but now we've located
a witness -
someone who was only feet away when
Councillor Pembrook was murdered.
And they say they saw me?
Are you admitting
that you were present
when Daniel Pembrook was killed?
If you've got a witness,
you'll know...
..unless they haven't given
you a name yet.
HE CHUCKLES
Nice try, Inspector,
but if you really had
anything on me,
I'd be halfway to Winson Green
by now.
If we're finished here...
"Finished"?
I haven't even started.
Fingers crossed, it won't be long
before wedding bells are ringing.
Thank you very much. Bye-bye.
Who is it this time?
She's not like any woman
I've ever met. Who?
She's kind, funny, no pretensions -
a real breath of fresh air.
Not that secretary!
You fool! What have you told her
about us? Nothing.
Then how come a copper's
been nosing around? A what?
He spun me some story about wanting
to sign up, I didn't buy it.
But I haven't said anything.
Why would I?
OK, so we're done here -
we move on, another town.
We set up again.
I can't do this any more.
I'm staying here with Susie.
She hasn't got any money!
I don't care about her money.
Then what - love?
Oh, don't be so naive!
You won't talk me out of it.
Fine. I give it two weeks of bread
and dripping with your typist
before you come running back to me.
You've got money to collect.
Let's talk about
number 6 Amberley Street.
Is that supposed to mean
something to me?
I would hope so,
considering you own it. I do?
Oh, you've tried to hide the fact -
registering the deeds
in your wife's maiden name,
or is she involved in this as well?
I own dozens of properties.
Did you know that this property,
which you admit to owning,
was being used as a brothel?
I would have rented it out
in good faith.
If the tenant used it for illegal
purposes, that's hardly my fault.
Rosie Turner.
Never heard of her.
We found her body
at number 6 Amberley Street.
I know nothing about that.
Two murders, one attempted murder -
all three victims connected to you.
By rumour and innuendo.
Where's your proof, Inspector?
Well, if that's all you've got,
I promised Mrs Powell
I'd take her shopping.
Well, thank you for a most
entertaining afternoon, Inspector.
Your ring.
Yeah, what about it?
Hit someone wearing that -
you could do some damage.
In fact, I think
this proves that you already have.
Your building, your ring...
..my proof.
Leonard Gordon Powell,
I am arresting you for the murders
of Daniel Pembrook
and Rosie Turner, and for the
attempted murder of Michael Maddock.
You're not obliged to say anything
unless you wish to do so,
but anything you do say will be
taken down in writing
and given in evidence.
I'll have that phone call now.
And I'll have that ring -
it's evidence.
After you've seen your brief,
you'll be transported to jail,
pending your appearance before
a judge first thing tomorrow morning.
Lenny Powell, eh?
That's a real feather in your cap,
Inspector.
Thank you, sir,
but it wouldn't have been possible
without Dawson's hard work.
Well, Constable, step forward.
As you all know, we have
the Divisional Awards Ceremony
tomorrow night, and due to her
work on the George Stern case,
Dawson was nominated by me
for a bravery award.
Yes. Well done, Dawson.
Hear, hear!
Unfortunately, I am
the bearer of bad news.
Sir?
There are only a limited number of
awards and at the eleventh hour,
a more deserving candidate
has come to the fore -
a young constable at Sparkbrook
saved a toddler from drowning.
But I'm sure that you understand,
don't you, Dawson?
Oh, yes, sir, I understand. Good.
That's all.
This is a nice surprise.
Seeing you gives me
so much strength.
Sit down, before you fall down.
Can't stop.
Got to get to the airport.
Doctor Pascal's very
hopeful this time.
You did say you'd get to the bank.
Of course. I'll get my purse.
Hello, Alan.
I was just saying how well you are.
Which is funny, as I was just saying
you were at death's door.
Was it all lies?
Not all, no.
How many more of us are there?
How many women are waiting for you
to brighten up
their sad little lives?
None, I swear.
Even now, you can't tell the truth.
OK, OK, three.
But none of this was my idea.
Out! Jane!
Get out of my house!
Won't you let me explain?
Tell more lies, you mean?
SHE SOBS
Are you going to be all right?
Will you tell the police?
I... I know I should...
..but I could... I could never
stand up in a courtroom.
The humiliation.
I couldn't.
Tommy.
I'm w-w-wanted downstairs.
Unless you back me up,
Briggs won't believe me.
But...
..but I didn't see anything.
You must have.
Just a senior officer giving
a junior officer some advice.
Tommy, if you hadn't interrupted,
you know what would have happened.
Yes, but I did...
..so there's n-n-no harm done, hmm?
Cell number two.
What about Alan?
The alert's gone out.
It won't be long
before we pick him up.
You must think I'm a fool.
We all do stupid things for love.
Susie...
..one day you'll find him...
your Mr Right.
That's just for princesses
in fairy tales.
Again.
Ruby.
Sorry, I...
..I didn't know where else to go.
Something's happened?
Let's get you home.
I don't want to go home.
I want another drink.
Leave me alone.
What do you care?
What does anybody care?
Come on. Come on.
You OK? OK, come on.
Now, you can stay as long as you
need, all right?
Is there anything that you want?
Just...
..just hold me.
HORN BEEPS
Turn off the engine!
Open the door!
Get out of the car!
Open the door!
He's coming out now! Out the door!
On the ground, on the ground!
Unlock him now, unlock him now!
Do as he says.
Now! Quick! Now!
Unlock him!
Quick!
Come on!
Move to the back! Get to the back!
Get back! Get back!
Get on the ground! On your knees!
On your knees!
Say your prayers!
HE WHIMPERS
CAR DRIVES OFF
Yes, all ports, airports,
train stations.
If anyone spots him,
wait for armed reinforcements.
He's to be considered armed
and dangerous.
I want every available car
patrolling the main roads
out of town.
Nothing gets out of this cordon
without being searched. Go!
S-s-sorry, Sarge.
Hey, don't you fret, lad.
Having a shooter stuck in your face
would rattle any of us.
How the hell did this happen?!
He must have used his brief to
get a message out.
I don't care how you do it,
find Lenny Powell.
Leave it off!
Cops came for me
and I need to vanish.
I need a new passport, enough cash
to keep me going for a bit.
I'll get on it.
I let you off with Daniel Pembrook,
but Rosie?!
Rosie crossed the line.
If anyone else had betrayed you,
they'd have got more than
a slap in the face.
The stupid cow thought
she'd got away with it.
She had to be taught
a proper lesson...
..only...
only things got out of hand.
"Out of hand?"
She became a liability.
So you killed a woman who can be
linked directly to me,
and just left her body to be found.
That was stupid, I know.
I'm sorry.
"Sorry"?! I'm on the run
because of you.
I couldn't even say goodbye
to my family.
God knows
when I'll be able to come back.
But I did it for you.
You what?
Rosie let Rebecca go
and she was seeing a cop.
I had him under control.
No, you didn't.
Did you think it was just
a coincidence?
Sergeant Fenton's no longer
in your pocket, then Rosie turns
on you as well.
What, you think that puts an end
to our problems, do you?
Rosie wasn't the only one who's been
sleeping with the enemy.
Your new favourite at the club.
Ruby?
What about her?
She's your copper.
Not only that, the police are
protecting Rebecca.
It's only a matter of time
before she tells them
who killed Pembrook
and then we're both sunk.
This is your mess, Chris.
Deal with it.