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(Sighs)

Where's the body,
officer? Excuse me!

This way, guvnor.
Excuse me, sir!

PC Travis. Are you dci Langton?

Langton? No, I'm not!

You know Dave hill's going to be in hospital
at least two more weeks? Burst appendix.

So I contacted the back-up, the
one you ok'd - Anna Travis. Good.

Any particular reason
you earmarked her?

Only she's got very
little cid experience.

She's a pen pusher. Knew
her father. Owed him a favour.

Did you come straight here when
I phoned you? Yeah, got the train.

Shit!

What are you doing here?
This one's nothing to do with you.

Might be one of mine, Charlie. No way does
that fit your mo, Jimmy. She's just a kid!

Gill, I'm off to depot one.

As soon as you're done, get that body
over to the mortuary. Gill: Will do, sir.

Anna Travis? Yeah. Di
Mike Lewis. Get a suit on.

(Sighs)

Camera shutter clicks

mask up, for Christ's sake!

(Gasps)

(Gulps) Stinks, huh?

Ease the body over fully.

(Retches) See? The knot's tightened
the same way as all the others.

She is ours! Yep, looks like it.

(Sighs)

Train rattles past

I'm going to take this one,
Charlie, whether you like it or not.

That's bullshit, Jimmy! The boss has already
allocated the next murder to my team.

Hey, want a bacon
sandwich? No, thank you.

No way can you link this to
your investigation! DC Travis, sir.

Have you got your
own transport? Yes, sir.

I'll see you back at
the incident room. Mike.

Hudson's not going to let
this one go without a fight,

so as soon as they get her in
the mortuary, we get over there.

Charles assigned him to
us. Are you driving, or am I?

Wpc: No, it's your turn.

Hum of conversation

yes, I understand your problem.

We have extra officers patrolling
the area. Excuse me, sergeant.

Overlapping voices

er, could you tell me where dci
Langton's incident room is, please?

Excuse me one moment, sir.
Yes. Through the door, second floor.

Thank you. We just don't
have enough officers to do that.

I will pass your concerns on.

Where's the bloody socks,
Barbara? They're here, sir!

Right. Could be on a long shot,

but the victim, we think, is
Melissa Stephens, aged 18.

Reported missing
a few weeks ago.

Last known sighting of
her was by her boyfriend

as they said their goodbyes
outside a restaurant in spitalfields.

The parents called it in when
she failed to turn up at home.

Clean-living student
at London university.

No criminal record,
no trouble at home.

Certainly not a prostitute.

Park yourself over on
that empty desk. Thanks.

She may not be connected, but
we desperately need a fresh case.

Well, Hudson's already screaming
about you being there, guv.

He's taken the girl to the mortuary.
Yeah, well, he's not having her.

Phone rings Mike!

Hey!

Woman: Can I take your name and
address? And your phone number?

Ever been to a postmortem, Travis? Yes,
sir, I have. Sorry about this morning, sir.

You'll be even sorrier if
you throw up at the mortuary.

I've been going through
all the cold cases.

First one was a tart
called Mary Murphy.

When that flatlined, we just
kept sifting through the case files

and found one bloody victim
after another, all with the same mo,

but no leads. We've been
on this for eight months now.

Isn't that right,
Mike? That's right.

And the uh... The top brass are
just about to pull the finances from us.

You want a mint? No, thank you.

The knot is very secure, as is the
one on the tights round her neck.

Hold on, Veronica! Hold on.

I need the knot intact.

Can you just slice away from...
Jimmy, I have done this before.

Can I get a close-up
picture of this?

We're gonna get a lot of
gases released from this one.

I'd say... Dead at least a
month. There's a lot of infestation.

There you are. Right,
get this over to forensics.

I want it compared
to the other girls,

to confirm the knots are tied in the same
way. Can you turn the body over? Yes.

I'm going to cut
the tights loose next.

Camera shutter clicks

Now, let's see...

On first impression, it
looks like she was garrotted.

Tied from the front, so
he was looking at her

while he was doing this.

There's some trauma
to the left side of the face.

He may have knocked her out.

There's some facial
animal predation...

..And her tongue appears
to be partially eaten.

Camera shutter clicks
let's get the clothes off her.

Jimmy, we need
to talk - like, now!

This is bang out of order!
Wanna bet? She's mine.

These'll prove it.
You... Dci Hudson!

You get out of my mortuary
and put a bloody gown on!

Camera shutter clicks

Joan, we need an ID. Get Melissa's
parents driven straight to the mortuary.

Are you all right at the back
there, Travis? It was the smell, sir.

Well, next time, take the
mint when it's offered to you.

Either that, or use a
nose plug! (Chuckles)

Left! Go left!
There's a shortcut.

Tyres screech

each woman strangled
with her own tights,

bras removed and
used to tie the hands.

As you can see, most of the victims
had previous convictions for prostitution.

All been dumped in different
areas of London dating back to 1996.

All murdered in exactly the same
way? That's why they're on the board.

Can I take the
files home with me?

I've got a lot of catching up to do.
As long as you don't tell me about it.

Travis, get me Melissa's
misper file from borough.

I need everything they've got
- especially any cctv footage.

We don't even know if it is Melissa's
- parents just confirmed her clothing.

We've got ID from
her dental records.

Like a little angel, wasn't she?

Get me a coffee, Travis.

Woman: He needs the comparison
results as soon as possible. Ok.

(Cries out)

Can you do a
handwritten statement?

(Gags)

Do you have a fax number?

Great. Thanks
for your help. Bye.

Knock at door

yes?

Could you just take
that from me, sir?

Had to go all the way to
Colombia for it, did we (?)

Thank you.

Shut the door.

I worked with your father a few
years back. He was a bloody good cop.

That's why you're here,
Travis. Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry to hear he passed on.

I hope you don't
mind me asking. Erm...

Do you think there should be a
press release to warn all the other girls?

Warn them all you like. It
won't stop them if they need a fix.

Right. Were they all from London?
None of them were from London.

They were what we call "weekenders".
They come up to London to do the business

and then go back to Manchester
or sheffield or Leeds - wherever.

And there's no evidence
that they knew each other.

You need to read up on the inquiry
details and the thousands of statements.

Well, go on. Get cracking.

Mike: We're doing a lot of work on
a case we don't officially have yet.

That prick Hudson gets his way,

we're going to have to
hand it all over to him.

This cctv is not in any kind of
order. This one comes after no.2.

That's so typical of bloody
borough! Yes. Can't detectives count?

Not in borough, they
can't! Look, Mike...

Langton: I know I only saw
the body briefly at the scene...

Voices drift off

indistinct tannoy announcement

Hiya, are you all right? Are you
looking for business? Could be.

Put that out.

Langton: As far as I'm concerned,
we should have the first call on this.

Rapid, rhythmic moaning

engine starts up

Hudson's wrong, Jane. I really
had a closer look at the mortuary.

This murder is linked to my
investigation. I'm sure of it.

Well, I've got a scientist
looking at the knots as we speak.

I'm expecting a call from
her any minute to confirm it.

Dreamlike music
and indistinct vocals

Indistinct tannoy announcement

Paul, have you viewed all
the Melissa Stephens cctv?

I looked at everything they sent, but
there may be more we haven't got yet.

I don't think I've missed anything, but I've had to
do it all on my own. How many cameras picked her up?

Five. The restaurant, artillery
row, the tube, hoxton square...

And coronet street.

I'll double-check I haven't missed anything if
we get the job. We'll get it. Is that Melissa?

That's our girl. Stop it there!

Take it back to the footage
outside the restaurant.

They're on different DVDs. They're
split between different locations,

so usually I have to find...

Commander Leigh. Dci Hudson.

Barbara! Yes, sir?

Do us a favour - get me a chicken-and-cheese
sandwich from the canteen. Ok.

No tomatoes.

My team was in the frame
for the next assignment...

Should I put all these
on one DVD? Maybe wait.

Indistinct raised voices

Hudson: Me? You're the one
that nosed in at the murder scene.

Never mind edging me
out of the fucking mortuary!

Melissa Stephens is my case!

Plus clever bollocks here told
the borough that they had authority

to seize all the cctv and missing
persons files! All right, all right.

I admit that I'm not
going to give her to you

so that you and your flat-footed
team - sit down. Sit down!

Now, I'm not the least bit interested... dci
Langton, if you have unequivocal evidence...

(Fades out)

He's got a bloody nerve!
First socks, now a sandwich!

It's like I'm his
personal shopper.

And I'm fed up with collecting
his dry cleaning every week!

Engine starts up

Hey, er...

(Clears throat)

Ladies and gentlemen, the Melissa
Stephens case is officially ours!

And the commander, god bless her, is going to
give us some extra man power and resources.

Your sandwich, sir.
Thanks. No tomatoes?

No, sir, but if there's a trace
of one, I'll pick it out personally.

How did Hudson take it?

He's ecstatic (!)

Right, let's get started.

You get in touch
with their office.

I need these as quickly as possible
tomorrow. Now, let's go through -

knock at door boss?

What is it, Paul? Got
them all on one disk?

I'm no Spielberg,
but I put it together.

I'll let the commander know that
you're stalling, shall I? Thank you.

Slams down phone

right. Chairs. Gather
round. Let's pick this up.

Thank you, Barbara.

Here she is in
spitalfields market,

coming out of this
restaurant with her boyfriend.

She's wearing a light-blue denim
jacket, white-and-pink floral dress,

black tights, wedged sandals

and a very distinctive raffia
pink-and-white semicircular bag.

The bag wasn't found at the
murder site, right? Nor her jacket?

They've had an argument and
she doesn't want to go back to his.

Here she is walking
down artillery row.

She's missed the last tube
so she's looking for a cab.

Doesn't see one. Starts walking.

We've got a time gap now

till we pick her up
over on hoxton square

walking past the real Greek.

Half a minute later, here
she is in coronet street,

outside the amore club.

Right, get onto the
clubs - both of them.

Talk to this guy.
Marino. I know him.

And the heavy on the
door of the strip joint.

Charlie. Yeah, will do. Pick
her up again hailing a taxi.

As she does so, these
drunken yobs fall out of this club.

The cab just drives on past.

Then one of the yobs starts
giving Melissa a hard time.

Here's the interesting part:
Take a look at the merc cruising.

It's definitely cruising,

but he does stop, so she
looks towards the merc.

This bloody great Van turns up,
sits here for a couple of minutes.

When it goes, Melissa
and the merc have gone.

But did she get in it?

She must have done. We don't pick
her up on any cctv cameras after this.

If she did, that Tom in the red
top would have seen her. Roll up.

Right there. See?

Right. I want her
questioned tonight.

And the other two - tonight.

And get that still enlarged.

Print them off.

♪ There is a garden where

♪ deep in my...

You take the amore
club. I'll take the court. Ok.

♪ There is a boy

♪ who is in love with me

♪ and we play in our garden

♪ with a lovers' delight

♪ in the dazzling golden day

♪ and the silvery night

♪ how can I leave him alone

♪ in this dream
of our own making

♪ were we to part

♪ I dream I'd fade away

♪ in a fantasy garden

♪ leading onto the sea...

Did you see Melissa Stephens
getting into this Mercedes?

Look - there's me, with them
bleedin' football hooligans.

I had my work cut out with
them! Sorry, I never saw her.

I remember I saw a bunch of guys
messing around outside the club,

but that's it - nothing else.
Did she get into this car?

Don't know. You don't
know? I don't know.

♪ ..Love to stay

♪ oh my beloved

♪ prince of the shining sea

♪ have you... ♪

'ere - she's a regular. Who is?

That one is one of our
regular drag queens.

Do you know her name? I
don't. I just recognise her.

What about her? Do
you know her? This is red.

Red? Yeah. She wear red
garb, that's why they call her red.

Where can I find red? I don't
know. Sure? It's not my business.

Well, I'll make
it your business.

♪ ..In love ♪

(Sighs)

Good afternoon. Thank
you for coming today.

These seven women have all
been murdered in the same way

over a 12-year period.

Teresa booth, Sandra donaldson,

Kathleen Keegan,
Barbara whittle,

beryl villiers, Mary Murphy

and, most recently,
Melissa Stephens.

"Her jacket and bag are
missing." What's her name?

"The bag, as you can
see, is very distinctive."

Metropolitan police murder squad.
Sorry, can you repeat that, please?

"If they have any information..."
Well, thank you very much.

"Melissa's mother,
June Stephens,

would like to make
a short statement."

Not bad, for an old fart! You have
a few more years in you yet, guv!

"Our daughter..."

The parents have offered
a 100-grand reward!

Could throw up a
shedload of time wasters!

The clubs and vice unit have
come up with a Tom called Gladys.

Got a long list of previous convictions.
Get someone out to trace her.

Ok. Her nickname's red, but
she's not at her last address.

She left a year ago. There's
a warrant for her arrest.

Sir, we've had a call from an
ex-drug detective from Manchester.

Barry southwood.
Heard about the reward.

Oh, here we go.
What does he have?

He wouldn't say. He sounded pissed.
Get back to him when he's sober.

Mrs Stephens: "We are
begging you to come forward.

This man, whoever
he is, must be caught,

so that no other parent has to go
through what we're going through now.

Thank you." "And now, over to Sally
for the weather in the London area."

Woman: Yes... can I
take your name, please?

No. Hold on a minute.

Sir, line 2 - caller.
Something about Melissa.

Wanted to speak to you
personally. I think this is important.

Dci Langton speaking.

Feminine voice: "Are you
involved in that missing girl?

Are you the one asking
questions about me?"

Who am I speaking to?
Is this a man or a woman?

"Hello?" hello?

"Er, I saw her - the dead
girl, the one in the papers,

you know, on the telly."
Who am I talking to?

"I'm doing this so you don't give me
any aggravation." Is it Gladys or red?

Is this Gladys... Or red?
Is that your name, love?

"This is all I know: She
was ducking and diving.

I clocked her cos she was on
my patch, do you understand?

I was just going to cross over
before she got into the car." Which car?

"Er, Mercedes. It was
cruising. Yeah, definitely."

Mercedes. Which type?
"Er, don't know. Pale. Cream.

I don't know. Anyway, she
started talking and then she got in."

Do you think she knew him? "I
don't know. I'm telling you what I saw."

Could you describe him for
me? "No. I never saw his face.

He was wearing dark
glasses. Look, I gotta go."

Line goes dead er...

She got into the bloody car!

Get onto Melissa's family. See if they know
anyone who drives a pale Mercedes. Will do.

Goodbye. Bye. Paul! Paul!

Get some guys out and
pick up this tart called red.

Right. I've done some
checking up on Barry southwood.

Now, he's a nasty piece of work.

On the take when he
was with the drugs squad

and now he's after this
reward. He lives in Spain.

He wants someone to go
out there and talk to him.

You've got to be kidding! No.

Travis, I want you to interview this
guy Barry southwood. Ex-detective.

He said something about the
victim tied up with her own underwear,

so we're taking him seriously.
Think you can handle it? Yeah.

Your passport in order? Passport? Joan,
book her on the first flight out. Flight?!

You're off to Spain,
Travis - and don't blow it.

Thank you, sir!

Er, am I arranging my own
transport? I'd say that's advisable.

Spain! There and back
in a day. Nightmare!

Guv, malins's calling. Can
you get down to the mortuary?

I'm up to my ears. Tell
her I'll be there this evening.

I hope she combs her hair. She looks like
she's been dragged through a bush backwards!

Has she really worn the same
skirt and blouse since she arrived?

At least she won't have the boss
after her. You know how he is.

(Both chuckle)

Veronica malins: Looks like I was
wrong about the bite Mark on the tongue.

I thought it could be animals, maybe, or
made by her own teeth during strangulation,

but it was neither.

Are you saying that the sick
bastard bit her tongue off?

Mm. It looks like it.

Now, we've done a
thorough examination

and taken scaled
pictures of the bite marks,

so if you've got a suspect,
comparisons can be made

with his or her teeth.

Do you have any other
victims with bite marks? No.

So you could be looking
at two different killers.

Couldn't you, Jimmy?

Can you wait here to go back
to the airport? Ok. Thanks.

Mr southwood?

Mr southwood!

Hello?

Excuse me, can I help you?
I'm looking for Barry southwood.

Well, you won't find him up
here. My extensions are falling out.

He keeps tugging my hair.
It's all right. I've got the glue.

You'll find him in the living
room, along there. Thank you.

Mr southwood? What
you want is upstairs.

Er, no. I'm DC Travis from
the murder inquiry in London.

You said you had
information for us.

Listen, sweetie. You go
back and you tell them,

I was a detective in the drugs
squad for 20 bloody years

and sending me a little tart with a tape
recorder isn't good enough. Girl moans

I've come a long way to
see you - you can just go back

and you can tell them
to send a proper copper.

I'll talk to him. Who's
heading up the inquiry?

The dci is James Langton.
The commander is Jane Leigh.

Never bloody heard of either
of 'em! Moaning continues

bloody female commanders now!

I know they've got to push
frigging women up through the ranks

cos it's all about
discrimination nowadays!

But they're bloody useless.

Never met one who
knew what she were doing.

Mr southwood, this is
completely irrelevant.

I can tell by looking at you,

you've never had a decent fuck!

You're a tight-arsed
little bitch, aren't you?

Crescendo of orgasmic moans

and I can tell by looking
at you, mr southwood,

that you haven't got
much longer for this world.

See, I know you
were a bent copper.

Now you go one better, renting
your place out for cheap porn films.

You sad bastard! You know I could
have you picked up by the vice squad?

You don't know them - a lot of
pen pushers. Spanish vice squad (!)

That's a joke! Oh,
get out of here, go on!

Piss off!

Bleeping bugger it!

(Sighs in frustration)

Bloody Spanish batteries! Ugh!

Go on, make yourself
useful. Push me over there.

My batteries need charging.
I'll push you, old man.

Where are you going? Jesus!

Jesus Christ! You're tipping
me in the sodding pool.

I will, if you don't start
talking. I can't swim.

Well, then, the sooner
you start talking, the better.

That won't work. Shit!

Talk.

All right.

(Strains and groans)

20 years ago, before I moved to
London, I were a DC in Manchester

attached to the vice squad.

'Lilian Duffy were
a well-known tart.

She'd been picked up on numerous
occasions by the vice squad.

A whole string of girls living
in a shit house in swinton.'

knocking at door
'shalcott street.'

police and social services
were called there that often,

they could get
there blindfolded.

Her kid Anthony was in and out of
foster care when he was younger.

Then, when he was about 17,

she were picked
up, badly beaten.

She'd claimed that she'd
been assaulted and raped.

She gave a
detailed description...

..Of the man she
claimed had attacked her.

Then the stupid bitch
withdrew all the charges.

The old cow floored everyone by
saying it were for personal reasons.

It were her own son!

Anthony Duffy were
picked up anyroad,

but he denied
attacking his mother.

A year later,

Lilian's body was
found on waste ground,

strangled with her own tights

and her hands tied behind
her back with her bra.

The murder team were
tipped off about the son.

He was brought
in for questioning,

but in them days,
DNA were hit and miss.

No witness, body
badly decomposed...

So, Duffy were released
from custody, no charges.

Everyone knew
the kid had done it.

Why?

There's something about
him just made you feel uneasy.

I think it were his eyes.

Something about the eyes.

Well, that's it, sweetheart.
Like I said, it could be sod-all.

But if it isn't, just
you remember...

Who told you
about Anthony Duffy.

Good morning! Staff:
Good morning, sir.

Morning, guv. Morning, sir. Travis
called in and texted a message.

She missed the plane back. Twat!

Police officer: We can
give you a crime number...

She said to do a name
and intelligence check

on someone called
Anthony Duffy. Who's he?

Text said he was a suspect.

We've not been able to get anything on him. Mind
you, I don't even know if we've got the right name.

Joan, have you got any other - Travis!
You've got a bit of explaining to do.

My flight was
cancelled. I had to wait -

never mind your
travel arrangements!

Did you find out
anything of any use at all?

As a matter of
fact, sir... Yes, I did.

Hello, there. This is
detective inspector Mike Lewis.

I'm calling from the
metropolitan police murder squad.

I wonder if you can help me. I'm
trying to trace an Anthony Duffy.

His mother was Lilian Duffy. L-i-l-i-a-n
d for Derek-u-f-f for Freddie-y.

Yes. We're trying to trace
someone called Anthony Duffy,

born 25th July 1971.

We know for a fact that
he was in and out of hospital

several times as a young
kid. Domestic violence.

Was there any other incident
after he was brought in?

Nothing? Nothing
before or after '88?

Just... just stops there?

Ok, all right. Thanks very much.
They're both dead now, are they?

And are there any people who
have fostered him who are still alive?

Inspector Mike Lewis. Mrs...
Morgan. Calling from the murder squad.

Ellen Morgan.

What kind of
condition is she in?

Duffy. D-u-f-f-y.

I mean, are all her lights
switched on upstairs?

Guv. You want the
good or the bad news?

Don't fart around, Paul. Gimme.

I traced the couple who'd
fostered Duffy - both deceased.

But then I tracked down a woman
who'd cared for him when he was just a kid.

A mrs Ellen Morgan.

So what's the bad news?
She's in Manchester.

Mrs Morgan? Hello. Oh, hello!

I'm dci Langton. This
is DC Travis. Hello.

Hello. Please sit down.
Thank you for seeing us.

Um, we're interested in anything
you can tell us about Anthony Duffy.

I understand you fostered
him when he was a child.

Oh, yes, I did, but he was only
with me when he was very young.

When his mother was in prison.

I have some photographs.

I looked them out for you. Good.

That's Anthony.

Erm, who is the woman
in this photograph?

That's his mother, Lilian Duffy.

When it came time for him to go
back with her, he never wanted to go.

'Never.'

no, come on! You're not
staying there. Get going!

Move those feet now!

Oi! Don't kick...
don't you kick...

Oh! Come on, get up!

(Child yells indistinctly)
I'm not having this!

What are you staring at?

He was such a handsome boy...

With gorgeous eyes!

I used to say he had
Elizabeth Taylor's eyes.

Guv, I've traced the school
that Anthony Duffy went to.

Merchant Taylors
in Crosby, liverpool.

Now, the headmaster hasn't had
any contact with him since he left,

but he did send over a couple of
photographs of him as a 17-year-old.

Of course, there was
nothing I could do!

But here's the thing: Joan only
reckons it's the actor Alan Daniels!

You're kidding me!
That's what she says.

She's a big fan. She's stood
here with her tongue hanging out.

Well, get as much on him as you can, get
his address and we'll check him first thing.

"Right, guv." Ok, Mike.

It used to break my heart,

and I did something back then that
you'd never be allowed to do today.

I knew where she lived
and I went round there.

His mother had
women living there.

I don't have to tell you
what they were doing.

Did you ever meet
him as an adult?

Just once - it was years later.

He'd be about 15, maybe more.

He stood outside my house.

I knew it was him.
I recognised him.

He was ever so well dressed

and he spoke so nicely.

I asked him, was
he all right, and...

..He said Lilian had been
murdered. And how did he seem?

Difficult to explain.

Those eyes -
those beautiful eyes

were... so empty.

Well, thank you.
You've been a great help.

Excuse me, sir, but before we go

I'd like to show mrs
Morgan some photos.

If I could just ask you
to look at these women

and tell me if you
recognise any of them. No.

No...

Ooh, yes! Yes, I recognise her.

She was at Duffy's
house, shalcott street,

the time I tried to see Anthony.

What do you want?
Anthony forgot his bear.

I wanted to give it back to him.

Hi, sweetie! I have
missed you so much!

I've brought your
bear back for you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on,
get in. It's all right. See you soon.

Bye!

Tapping at keyboard

Sorry. It's all right.

That was a good idea, you
showing mrs Morgan those photos.

Thank you, sir. And tomorrow,
we interview the movie star.

Yeah, but they haven't confirmed

that Duffy and Daniels
is the same man yet.

I mean, if it isn't,
we'd better be careful.

If the press get hold of it, it could open up a
whole can of worms. Thanks for the tip, Travis (!)

Mr Daniels is in the garden
by the pool. Thank you.

Birdsong

Mr Daniels? Yes?

I am detective chief
inspector James Langton.

This is detective
constable Anna Travis.

Ah, is this about the
residents' parking?

No, we're investigating
a series of murders.

We'd like to ask you a
few questions, if we may.

Murders?

Well, I see. Well, yes, if there's
anything I can do to help, I will.

Would you mind
accompanying us to the station?

Well, is that
entirely necessary?

I'm just on my way to a meeting.

Oh, but if it's really that
important, of course I'll come.

Thank you. Look, er, perhaps
I should first call my lawyer?

Yes, if you wish. Thanks.

Erm, tell me, is this what they call "helping
police with their inquiries?" Absolutely, sir.

Barbara... Barbara!

This way, mr Daniels.
Oh, thank you.

Is that him? Yeah.

Yes, it's definitely him.
He's lovely-looking, isn't he?

If you like that kind of thing.

Mr Radcliff, mr Daniels, would
you like tea or coffee? No, thank you.

Thank you for coming in, mr
Daniels. It shouldn't take too long.

It's a pleasure. Is your
real name Anthony Duffy?

Yes, it was. And why
did you change it?

There was another actor by the
same name, so I had to change it.

I was in Ireland at the time. I'm sure they've
got a record of it. It was all above board.

All right, good. I'll show
you some photographs.

I'd like you to tell me if you
recognise any of the women in them.

Siren wails in distance

no, I don't know any of them.

Did you ever reside
at 26 shalcott street?

You can answer that.

Yes, I did. I must have been, what?
Four or five years old at the time.

And you don't recall this
woman, Kathleen Keegan,

as also living at that address?
Not while I was living there, no.

Do you have any memory of this woman,
Teresa booth, as living at shalcott street?

Absolutely not, no.

So you don't remember any of these
women? I've never seen or met them.

Ok, thank you.

(Clears throat) Where were you
on the 7th of June of this year?

Oh, June, June, June...

I was filming, all of June,
on location in cornwall.

Cornwall? Yes, shooting a
new version of Jamaica inn.

My agent will happily
verify the dates.

Do you know this woman?

No. No, I don't. What? Should I?

Is she an actress, or something?

No. She was a student.

One more thing. Sure. When did
you get your teeth capped, mr Daniels?

(Chuckles) I'm sorry!

I'm sorry, are you serious?

I'm sorry, am I under arrest
for having my teeth done (?)

You're not under arrest
for anything, mr Daniels.

I'd just like to know when
you had your teeth capped.

Sure, no. Erm, recently.

I'm due to start shooting
a film in the states

and, well, you know
what the Americans think...

(American accent)
..About British teeth!

And you'd be able to give us the
name and address of your dentist?

Sure, absolutely. And permission
to look over your dental records?

This is getting
rather silly now.

My client has agreed to come
and answer your questions.

You have not arrested him. No.

I suggest we call it a day
unless there's something else.

No, no, no, ed,
really. It's fine.

If dci Langton feels he had
good reason for bringing me in,

then I'm happy to
answer his questions now

so that my time...
Won't be wasted... Again.

That is the name and
number of my agent.

Thank you. And my private
dentist. He's off Devonshire place.

Now, if it's all right with
you... (Clears throat)

..I'd really appreciate it if all
this could be kept out of the press.

There is no reason why it shouldn't be.
Any bad publicity, especially like this,

could ruin my career,

just at a time when it's
taking off in the states.

I'm sure you both understand.
I'm sorry, I really do have to go.

Dci Langton.

Thank you for coming in, mr
Daniels. No, absolute pleasure.

Very nice to meet you.
Take care. Bye-bye.

He's being very cooperative.

Too bloody cooperative.

That was quite a performance.

Fucking actors! (Chuckles)

Thank you.

What did the dentist come up with? They
haven't got anything. He's taken it all away.

X-rays, tooth moulds - the lot.
It's his right to do so, apparently.

And they don't
keep copies? Nope.

We can't make a match to Melissa
if we don't have his dental records.

Yeah, but we know some of the
victims lived at his mother's address.

Circumstantial evidence.
It's a hell of a coincidence, sir.

Tomorrow we go back to his
flat, we turn it over. Excuse me.

Low conversation and chuckling

Radcliff: What I suggest
we do is have lunch...

Engine starts up

Lewis: All the victims' close
relatives have been re-interviewed.

We've got nada. Langton: None
of them knew Duffy, right? Right.

Avoid the cromwell
road, for Christ's sake.

And we're not gonna get anything from the house in
shalcott street. It was demolished four years ago.

Joan! Get the film unit to double-check
Daniels was in cornwall for our time frame.

And tell Barbara to contact the
FBI. He did some work over there.

There's a copy of
his cv in my desk.

Get it to check work
permits, visa details,

see if there are any victims with
that mo during the time he was there.

FBI? Pushing the bloody
envelope on this one, guv!

Oh, yes.

Indistinct police radio

You lot are unbelievable! You
couldn't make it more obvious if you tried.

Search warrant, mr Daniels.

Now, what exactly is it that you're looking
for? Maybe I could help you save some time.

We need to see your dental records.
Your dentist said you took them with you.

I... don't have them. I'm
sorry. I threw them away.

I'm afraid we can't take your word
for that, mr Daniels. Fair enough.

Check out the
cupboards in the hallway.

Evans, cover the
bedroom. Hollen, downstairs.

Stately fucking
home, isn't it (?)

Makes a change from
the usual shithole, eh?

Indistinct exchange

Sorry, what was your name again?

Detective constable Travis.
Anna, was it? Lovely name.

You have absolutely beautiful
legs. Dancer's legs, actually.

Thanks for the compliment,

but I was the sort of child
with two left feet, actually.

Loved the ballet, though.

My dad used to listen to
this. Really? What does he do?

He was in the met.
"Was"? Yeah, he's dead.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I never knew my father.

Have you ever
tried to trace him?

No. He'd only be
after me for my money.

Sorry, what on earth do you
hope to find in architectural review?

Are you married?

Have you ever been
married? Oh, I've been close.

I'm not the easiest person to
live with. I'm obsessively neat.

But then, I suppose,
you've noticed that.

It's probably to do with the
fact that, when I was a child,

I never had anything that belonged to
me. My clothes were always second hand.

Whenever I got fostered, I'd always
get the other kids' hand-me-downs

with vomit and piss
and... Ugh, it was horrible.

Anything? Nothing
on the dental records.

Take a look at this. What about
it? That's not Julia Roberts, is it?

Well, it could be.
Take a look at the car.

Could be theirs. When
we checked with the dvla,

he didn't have a pale-blue
merc registered. Right.

This is his file
on car insurance.

Not listed under his name,
but a company he owns.

Mercedes, pale blue, circa 1983.

It's the same type of car Melissa
Stephens was seen getting into.

I've been racking my brains

thinking if there was anything
or anyone from my past

that might help
your investigation,

but it was so long ago, I...

The only thing I can
vaguely remember

is some guy who
drove a large car.

What was his name? Erm... Peter.

No. Er, John... John, I think.

Such a long time ago, I can't
remember. I was just a kid.

Anna, there's something
I want to show you.

I've never shown
this to anyone before.

It's the only picture
I've got of me as a child.

Frightened little
boy, successful actor.

Face to face.

Mr Daniels, do you own a
1980s pale-blue Mercedes?

No. No, not any more. I did -
it was one of my favourite cars.

You sold it? Ah, worse.

I was... I was going to

and then I had a prang
in it, so that was that.

I sent it to the crushers.
Did you get a receipt?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I
did. It's here somewhere.

Er, it would take me
a little while to find it.

Um... better still,

why don't you just
check with the company?

Ashton's in hackney.
We will. Thank you.

Anna, it's been a real
pleasure meeting you.

Siren wails in distance

Activates car alarm

(Sighs)

The boss is not a happy man.

The crusher's yard confirmed the merc was
there, three days after Melissa's death.

FBI have got back to us. A
woman's body was found in Chicago

coinciding with the period
that Daniels was filming there.

When was that? February 2000.

Strangled with her own
tights, hands tied with her bra,

identified as Thelma
delray, prostitute, aged 22.

Bye-bye. Was he in cornwall
when Melissa was killed?

Alan Daniels was booked for filming that entire
week, but they were behind schedule, so -

he could have sneaked back
up to London. It's possible.

Well, get back to them and confirm.
When Daniels was in Chicago,

he did some chat show.
We're getting a copy sent over.

Good. Get onto Michael parkes,
the profiler. I want him to see it.

Unless maybe Travis you'd like
to take the disk home with you?

Yeah. Yeah, ok.

What? Ah, it's just that
when we were leaving,

you and mr Daniels seemed
to be on very intimate terms.

Barbara... Yeah?

This photograph. Yeah, I got the
picture from Teresa booth's mother.

That's Teresa. Have
a look at beryl villiers.

Who's that?

Guv, we've maybe got another link
to the women knowing each other.

Villiers and booth.
Travis, on your bike.

I want you to interview
beryl villiers' mother.

I don't know, you get all the
perks. First Spain, now Nottingham...

All I get is his bloody laundry!

What?

What?

DC Travis. Thanks for
seeing me at such short notice.

That's all right.
I'll just close up.

Entrance bell rings

is this your daughter?
Yes. That's beryl...

When she was 17.
She was gorgeous.

I've looked out some
more for you, actually.

They only found out who she was

by tracing the number
on her breast implants.

And the worst part of it was...

..What they wrote
about her in the papers.

"Prostitute." well, she was never
arrested or charged with being one.

She and I had some difficulties.

Beryl was always
very headstrong.

She left school and went
to work in a local health club.

Did she ever mention
somebody called Anthony Duffy?

(Sighs) I hardly saw her after.

Not for want of trying, but... She
got caught up with a bad crowd.

Especially this man at her gym.

Horrible man! John mcdowell.

There he is.

He was to blame.
She took off with him

and broke my heart. There
was nothing I could do.

Out, out, out! (Woman shrieks)

But it was him that
got her on the drugs,

driving around in
his big, flash car

like the sun shone out of him!

The last time I saw beryl
was seven years ago.

I hardly recognised her...

I had to bathe
her like a child...

..And she had these marks.

Was she still with
this mcdowell?

He used her and dumped her.

She said she was
going to London.

I never told anyone this.

I was too ashamed.

After she'd gone - taking
jewellery, any money around -

under the bed...
I found a syringe.

How could she do that to me?

But I still tried
to find her. I...

(Sighs)

There was an address
left on a pad by my phone.

A London address? No,
Manchester - shalcott street.

I went all the way there and
this awful woman answered.

I said I wanted
to speak to beryl,

but she said she'd left and
shut the door on my face.

Mrs kenworth, I'd like to
show you some photographs.

Tell me if you
recognise any of them.

Mouse clicks

that's... that's her.
That's the woman.

She was a nasty piece of work.

Women chat and laugh

he's lying there in the
middle, with all this bloody hair!

Paramedic come rushing in.

She was just lying there.

Fuck off! (Laughs)

So mrs kenworth confirmed that
Barbara whittle lived at shalcott street.

So did her daughter,
beryl villiers.

Beryl's boyfriend also spent time
there. His name's John mcdowell.

Hang on. Paul, run me a check
on John mcdowell in Manchester.

This John mcdowell, has he been
questioned? Not according to her,

but I think it could be the same guy Daniels couldn't
remember the name of. Daniels couldn't remember what?

The name of this guy -
said he drove some flash car.

I think it could be the same
guy, sir. John mcdowell.

For Christ's sake, Travis! Why didn't you
bloody tell me that before? I forgot, sir.

I'm sorry. It's just, with all
the travelling and everything...

Hello? Line goes dead

shit!

Horrible man - John mcdowell.

He was to blame.

Johnny! ♪ Ta-raa! ♪

It was him that got
her on the drugs.

You and me - out. I'm
not going anywhere.

Come out! Women shriek

why would I want to come with
you, anyway? Do what I tell you!

Get in. Get in! Fuck off!

Get in! No! (Cries out)

Guv, this is John
mcdowell. Real charmer (!)

Quite a bit of previous.

'Two counts of gbh, both
on women. Drug dealing.

Well known both amongst
the vice squad and drug unit.'

no known current address.
Get Manchester to get him in.

We're letting
Daniels off the hook?

You think it could
be the two of them?

Could be.

Phone rings

Travis? Man: "Hello,
Anna." Who's this?

Don't you recognise my
voice? "Er, no, I don't."

It's Alan. "Mr Daniels?"
"Alan" - please.

"You don't mind me calling?" No,
no. I've actually just walked in the door.

Can you just hang on a second?

Sorry about that.

There's a charity performance of
Carmen at sadler's Wells tomorrow night.

Would you like to come? The ballet. Well, I
don't know what my work schedule is tomorrow.

"Well, when you know
what it is, give us a call.

These tickets are like gold
dust. Good night, Anna."

Mr parkes, dci
Langton is ready for you.

Follow me. Sure. Thank you.

Profiler Michael parkes is here. We've also got
the interview with Daniels on American TV set up.

Give us a minute, Paul.

How did he get your number?
Well, I didn't give it to him.

I'm in the phone
book. When's it for?

Tonight. Some charity do,
apparently. I thought, if I went,

maybe I could get
something out of him.

If I was wired, or maybe a hidden
camera... don't talk crap, Travis.

"Wired, hidden cameras..."
You watch too much TV.

Well, I've got to let him
know. I'll think about it.

"Rosa, it's great to see you."

"You look fantastic."
"Oh, thank you."

"It's great to be here, but i'm pretty sure
half your audience haven't got a clue who I am."

"Well, I'm sure all of Chicago
is going to know who you are

after blue diamond..."
"Well, I've got to say..."

Joan, I've got mrs Thornton
on the phone for you. Thank you.

Hello, mrs Thornton? Thank
you for getting back to me.

Yes, I'm trying to get hold of
your husband, Roger Thornton.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.

No, I didn't realise
you'd recently separated.

"I always remember
wanting to travel."

This is a murder
inquiry, mrs Thornton.

"Great travellers and..."
No, he's not a suspect.

"As an actor, the fact that
I can go all over the world

and get paid to do what
I love is pretty fantastic."

"You are certainly a lucky
man." "I certainly am."

"Let me ask you something: How do
you feel about watching yourself on film?"

"You know, I've got a lot
of actor friends who claim

they don't like
watching themselves,

but honestly, I haven't
got a problem with it."

"If I looked like you, I wouldn't
have a problem with it, either!"

"No, seriously, I watch
to learn. I really do."

If you could get back to me within
the next hour, that would be great.

Thank you, mrs Thornton.
Thank you for your time. Goodbye.

"Let's just sit back and enjoy.

Oh... we seem to have
some technical problem.

Oh... you must have
some enemies out there!

Oh, we don't need film. We've
got the real thing right here.

Tell me, you play a
master -" "Jewel thief, yes.

Yes, that's right, but
not a very good one.

On my first day of filming, I
picked up the blue diamond

- which had taken months
to make, I may add -

and I promptly
dropped it." "(Laughs)"

"And it smashed on the
floor into thousands of pieces

and believe you me, I
was not very popular."

"Oh, I am not surprised!

But you're lucky you weren't
proposing to anyone with that ring.

But let me ask you: Have
you ever proposed to anyone?"

"Well, I've... Been close,

but at the moment, actually,

I'm still searching for
that perfect woman.

When I find her, I promise
you'll be the first to know.

But seriously, who'd want
to marry an English actor?"

"Well, let's put that
to our studio audience.

Who'd want to marry an English
actor? Alan Daniels - anybody want him?"

Laughter and cheering

"gentlemen, put your hands
down. You're not included this time.

Well, I think they love you out
there and I wholeheartedly agree.

I think that you're fabulous. I
think this film is very exciting.

It's wonderful." "I'm just very grateful
somebody wants to employ me."

"I'm grateful that you found time to
visit with us on afternoon Chicago.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you Alan Daniels."

Cheering and applause
"thank you very much."

"Oh!" play it again, Carl.

Could he be our man? I
couldn't honestly tell you.

I need to know how much
risk I'll be exposing Travis to

if I let her do this.

Well, if Alan
Daniels is your man,

in his arrogance, he may have
earmarked Anna as his next victim.

Well, keep that particular
theory to yourself.

Do you think she can
get anything from him?

She might. His ego is such

that he'll believe
he's above suspicion

and he might just
let something slip.

So, Anna, apparently he showed
you a photograph in his wallet?

Yes.

He drew you in close to him

by saying he'd never
shown it to anyone before?

Yes. So he was able to create
an instant bond with you? Tried to.

What you have
to do is to use that.

Try to draw him out. You just
might get him to miscalculate.

Are you still up for it?

Call him. What, now?

No, tomorrow, Travis,
when the ballet's over (!)

There's his number.

You might need to
get your hair done.

Got a frock? Frock?

Yes. You know -
something dressy.

Yeah, don't worry.
I'll make an effort.

Ringing tone

(clears throat)

Ringing continues

"hello?" hello, Alan?

"Yes. Who is this?" It's Anna.

Anna Travis. "Hello, Anna."

Duffy, Daniels... She locked
me in a cupboard under the stairs.

That doesn't make me a killer.

Well, do you think he is
innocent? I think he might be, sir.

This guy, John
mcdowell, they found...

One of the victims'
handbags in his flat.

Are you trying to tell me that
Kathleen Keegan's dead, as well?

I haven't seen this
slag for ten years.

Mr Daniels is helping the police

in connection with the
murder of Melissa Stephens.

It's time you either charged
my client or released him.

This is all nonsense. All
nonsense. Reporters clamour

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