Original subtitles

This clip was posted on the Internet a week ago.

It was brought to my attention

by Lord Gransford at the Home Office.

- Good to know he's not overworked.

It was actually spotted by his wife.

She used to be a film actress... Gloria Wakefield.

She was involved in this production.

"Shadow Show" 4, take 2. Mark it.

And... action!

You really don't get it, do you?

You're my property!

I can do what I like with you and, when I've finished,

I can throw you away, like a used Kleenex.

I can make you disappear! - Oh!

I don't give a damn! Let me through here!

The clip appears to show footage

from a film called "Shadow Show,"

which was being shot at Pinewood Studios in 1990

and the people in the clip are

Eva Roderick, in her first movie role;

Max Stone, the producer;

and Don Maddox... that's him, there... the director.

Maddox, didn't he used to be an actor?

He started out as an actor, moved into directing.

People once talked about him as the new Orson Welles.

They don't talk about him at all, now.

"Shadow Show" was never completed

and he never directed a movie again.

But if it's 1990, why is it in black and white?

Pick the bones out of that. I've got to go to a meeting.

Sandra will get you up to speed.

"Don Maddox's current project

is intended to have a retro, noirish quality,

taking us back to the cinematic ambience of the 1940s."

God help us.

When I saw the word "retro," I thought of UCOS.

On the day this scene was shot, Eva Roderick disappeared

under suspicious circumstances

and Max Stone was found fatally stabbed

in the chest, in his studio office.

And what was the outcome of the investigation?

There wasn't enough evidence to put anyone in the frame,

but the original inquiry was told nothing

about any violent behavior from Maddox towards Eva

or any dispute between Maddox and Stone

and, in fact, the schedule said

that there was no shooting taking place that day.

So why is someone putting this stuff out on the Internet now?

- Yeah, and who's doing it? - Where'd they get the footage?

Well, the filming was abandoned, but, apparently,

all the existing footage was seized by the financial backers

and destroyed, as being valueless.

- But is what we're seeing what actually happened,

or just a bit of trendy, smartarsed fiction?

That's a complicated issue. Give that here.

Apparently, "Shadow Show"

was supposed to be...

Wait for it... oh, yeah.

"A reflexive,

poststructuralist exploration of the nature of film itself."

A black and white film about films?

Now that's a real J. Arthur Rank.

♪ It's alright, it's okay ♪

♪ doesn't really matter if you're old and gray ♪

♪ It's alright, I say, it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's alright, doin' fine ♪

♪ doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ It's alright, I say, it's okay ♪

♪ we're gettin' to the end of the day ♪ ♪

Subtitling made possible by Acorn Media

Right, take out the witness statements.

Brian and I will start by talking to Don Maddox.

- Is he still going, then?

"Shadow Show" finished him as a film director,

but he's still working, apparently.

He directs the odd commercial and does voiceovers.

Okay, you and Jack go to Pinewood Studios.

Check out the original crime scene.

- Hey-hey, Pinewood Studios, eh?

Takes you back, don't it?

The great days of British cinema.

Do you remember Saturday Morning Pictures when we were kids?

♪ We come along on Saturday mornings ♪

♪ Greeting everybody with a smile ♪

Get on with it!

♪ We come along ♪ ♪

Yeah, cinema meant a lot to me when I was a teenager.

I'll never forget what I felt at the end of "Summer Holiday."

- Really? - Yeah.

Pauline Grady slapped me face for it.

- Oh, man, do you see that? - See what?

I'm trying to navigate round this maze.

We're in a dream factory.

Looks like any other factory to me.

So where are we now?

Must be down here, somewhere.

Mind your back.

Good grief!

It's fantastic, innit?

The wife of this Home Office geezer,

Lord Gransford.

- Gloria Wakefield. Yeah, what about her?

She didn't just act in the film,

she actually found Max Stone's body, yeah?

- Yeah. We'll be talking to her later.

Come on, Don Maddox is here.

You really don't get it, do you?

You're my property!

I can do what I like with you and, when I've finished,

I can throw you away, like a used Kleenex.

I can make you disappear!

Oh!

I don't give a damn! Let me through here!

So the clip shows you assaulting Eva Roderick,

threatening to make her disappear,

which she did, that very day.

And, yet, in your witness statement,

you make no reference to the incident. Why not?

Because it was a nonevent, dear.

What's going on there is dramatic fiction.

It's not true. It's like all those wonderful confessions

the police used to obtain before they used tape recorders.

So you're telling us that, up to the point

when Max Stone intervenes,

this is following the "Shadow Show" script?

Yes, of course.

- Well, to me that looked and sounded

like a real slap round the face.

My business is the art of illusion.

Have you got a copy of the script?

I'm a cinematic auteur, not a bloody librarian.

It was my movie; I know what was meant to be in it.

There was no filming scheduled for that day

and, yet, the fact that you were on set

wasn't mentioned in any of the statements.

- No, because we shouldn't have been.

It was completely out of order.

Look, I was trying to do something experimental

with "Shadow Show."

You can't expect the bean counters

to understand that sort of thing.

Who do you mean?

- Executives, accountants, producers.

In their terms, I was way over budget,

but not a great deal of usable footage to show for it,

so I put together a skeleton crew,

dipped my hand in the petty cash,

and tried to save the picture.

Max Stone found out about it and barged in on me.

You're saying that's what we see in the footage,

Stone's telling you to stop this unscheduled filming?

Yes.

So who was in this skeleton crew of yours?

Charlie Prentice, died of lung cancer, 2001;

Doug Potter, heart attack, 2006;

and Malkie Miller,

last heard of in jail on drugs charges

in Oaxaca, Mexico, 1996.

- So we've only got your word for what happened.

Tough.

We have availability on C Stage,

with offices and dressing rooms,

for three months, beginning September.

Phoebe will have the quote with you by close of business today.

- Thank you for seeing us. I'm Jack Halford.

This is Gerry Standing. - Morning.

Lotte Davenport,

I'm the operations manager of the Studios.

- We're reinvestigating the death of Max Stone

and the disappearance of Eva Roderick,

here in the Studios, 1990.

Yeah, they were filming "Shadow Show,"

directed by Don Maddox.

- That's all before my time, I'm afraid.

Of course, we're well acquainted with Mr. Maddox.

He's booked in to use

the dubbing theater this week, actually.

Is there any chance that we could have a look

at the crime scene? - I'm sorry?

Block A, the offices and dressing rooms.

Yes, they're free right now.

Phoebe will point you in the right direction.

Thank you.

- Lotte Davenport. Oh, hi, Tom. How are you?

- What was your relationship with Eva Roderick, Mr. Maddox?

She was the love of my life.

You were, at the time, still married to Gloria Wakefield.

What in the world would that have to do with it?

Do grow up, Brian.

- Your wife was in the cast of "Shadow Show", wasn't she?

There'd have been hell to pay, if I'd left her out.

Of course, in the end there was hell to pay, always is.

In your original statement, you said

that you were alone with Eva all through the afternoon

that Stone was murdered,

which the footage shows to have been a lie.

An economy with the truth.

So what did happen?

Well, Max Stone was the boss, so I had to close down the shoot.

Then I went back with Eva to her dressing room

and we spent the rest of the time there together,

as I said.

The starlet's dressing room.

You can imagine all sorts going on in a place like this,

know what I mean?

- Yes, Gerry, I know exactly what you mean.

- So you and Eva

spent the rest of the afternoon together, until...?

We were disturbed by the banshee wailing

of my then-wife.

I left Eva and rushed upstairs and found Gloria,

going for an Oscar, with Max Stone's body.

Are you saying she was faking her emotional reactions?

Gloria's never done anything else.

But don't misunderstand me.

Max Stone was belly-up,

with a pair of scissors sticking out of his chest.

Gloria couldn't have done that.

Really?

She only stabs in the back.

But, besides, there was blood

all over the place, but none on Gloria.

She'd obviously clocked the situation from the doorway

and decided to keep her Versace trousers clean.

Well, according to this,

back then, there was a sofa there.

- Yeah, right, and the body was found just here, wasn't it?

- And the only bloodstains there were

were in front of the sofa, here, on the carpet.

- So that would suggest he's standing

in front of someone, wouldn't it?

Somebody stabbed him! - Oh, no! You... Ohh!

Like that, and he falls down.

Very good.

Help us up.

- It's always easier going down than it is getting up.

- Tell me about it.

- Coffee?

I called security, they got the police,

and, in the middle of all this, I thought about Eva.

I rushed downstairs to the dressing room,

but she'd gone.

Before the murder, was Eva disturbed

or distressed about anything?

Eva was a very disturbed and distressed person.

She'd been brought up in care;

she'd been through a couple of bad relationships.

You know she overdosed on tranquillizers twice before?

Yeah, it was mentioned in the original inquiry.

When you say "before," you mean, this time, she was successful?

Perfectly bloody obvious.

It's far from obvious: her body was never found.

The kid had tried it before and been brought back.

This time, she wanted to make it permanent.

She didn't want to be found.

What was Eva's relationship with Max Stone?

Employer and employee, that's all.

Would she have any reason for killing him?

- She couldn't have killed him; she was with me.

Pity she's not around to give you an alibi.

But then, you could've killed them both.

But I didn't.

Thank you, that's most helpful.

Bye-bye.

Her Ladyship will grant us an audience tomorrow morning.

I've managed to track down another one

of the original interviewees.

Oh, yeah?

- Yeah, David Snaith, director of photography on "Shadow Show."

He worked with Maddox on all his films.

Although they weren't supposed

to be filming that day, he was at the studios.

Reckons he was running lens tests on a new camera.

Well, Maddox didn't mention him

as one of his skeleton crew, did he?

Maybe because he's still alive and kicking,

and still in the movie industry.

He lives in Gerrards Cross.

Right, I'll get Jack and Gerry to talk to him.

- This may or may not be relevant,

but he's got previous: possession of Class A drugs.

Ah, well, that's Gerrards Cross, for you...

full of surprises.

Tell you what... I'll go and check

with the neighbors. - Right.

Hello?! Mr. Snaith?

Oh, hello. I'm Gerry Standing.

I work with the Metropolitan Police.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. We're trying to contact David Snaith.

I haven't seen him for a week or so.

But he's often away, on location, you know?

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

Does anyone else live there?

- No, not since his friend moved out.

"Friend"? - Billy.

Billy...?

Don't know his other name.

- And you wouldn't know how to contact him, I suppose?

No, afraid not.

- Well, did they work together in the film business?

No idea what he did.

Something creative, probably.

Yeah? - Nice fella.

Well, if you see Snaith,

could you tell him we'd like to talk to him?

And Billy.

Is this your number?

Thank you.

Any luck?

- No, she hasn't seen him for over a week.

Thinks he might be "on location."

- Oh. Well, that's enough of the glamour

of show business for one day. Come on.

Brian! What are you doing?!

Brian?

Hessian grenadier. Ah, not in bad shape.

Apart from his head.

Is that what you've been looking for?

No, it is not. Yo-yo.

Yo-yo? It's in the brown suitcase,

under the damp patch.

Oh!

Oh, brilliant!

Hey-hey!

See? You never lose the knack.

What's brought this on?

- Well, we're investigating

a murder at Pinewood Studios and we were talking

about the old Saturday Morning Pictures

and I was thinking about the yo-yo competitions.

What, like who's got the biggest?

No, no, we used to learn to do tricks.

You know, walking the dog, looping the loop,

rocking the baby.

- Saturday Morning Pictures.

I was out in God's fresh air,

doing good deeds with the Brownies.

With walking the dog, you had to get the yo-yo

to carry on spinning at the bottom of the string

and then you lightly touch it on the ground,

so it rolls along of its own accord.

Only, you're still holding the string,

so it's like you're walking a dog.

Oh, well, that's a winner.

The string'll be binding

on the spindle.

- Hmm, I didn't really go to the pictures

'til I was much older.

Ohh, God, I remember how much I wanted to see

"Lawrence Of Arabia,"

hmm, and then I missed about half of it.

Overwhelmed by passionate kisses.

Thank you for seeing us, Lady Gransford.

- Not at all. - Thank you.

- But, really, there's very little I can tell you.

It seems like another world. It was so terribly long ago.

- 19 years? It's not so long, not at our age, eh?

Another life, Mr. Lane.

I have no connection with that world any longer.

- But you still check out old movie clips on the Internet.

A harmless indulgence, like Googling yourself.

If you happen to be somebody.

A...

At the time "Shadow Show" was in production,

were you aware that Don Maddox was shooting extra footage

without the producer's knowledge?

No, but it doesn't surprise me.

Don was always falling out with his producers.

- You said, in your original statement,

that you went to see Max Stone that afternoon

on a "business matter."

Could you tell us more about that?

Well, the truth is, I wanted him

to do something about the situation.

What situation was that?

- My then-husband was carrying on an affair with Eva Roderick.

He made no attempt to disguise the fact

or to spare my feelings.

I was being humiliated in front of my colleagues.

- Had you confronted him about this behavior?

That would have been a waste of time.

You have to understand that Don is

an emotional and physical bully.

Humiliating me meant nothing to him.

He deliberately reduced me to tears on set,

time after time.

It was his way of dealing with actresses.

Lady Gransford, I have to ask you, why would Max Stone

have taken your part in all of this?

Because he fancied Eva himself.

That was obvious.

The little tart jumped on Don's casting couch

to get her first job in pictures,

but she knew where the serious money was.

She was playing up to Max Stone, and he wanted her.

There's been a development. Some more film's been posted.

- And it might be the whole sequence. Have a look.

"Shadow Show" 4, take 2. Mark it. And... action!

- You really don't get it, do you?

You're my property!

I can do what I like with you and, when I've finished,

I can throw you away, like a used Kleenex.

I can make you disappear!

- Oh! - You do what I tell you to do.

I don't give a damn! Let me through here!

This has gone far enough. Stop this, right here!

Aah!

Ow. - Cut, for Chri...

So what do you make of that?

Let's think about what we've got here.

Maybe what we're seeing is

Maddox bullying an actress for real,

which, according to his wife, he's got form for.

- Well, if it's real, it looks like

Max Stone's intervening to protect Eva.

He fancied Eva for himself.

And they came to blows. - So what happened to Eva?

Well, if Gloria's to be believed...

That's a big "if."

- Eva was playing Maddox and Stone against each other.

So maybe Maddox murdered both of them, out of jealousy?

It's a theory.

Yeah, well, that was then, 1990. What about now?

Why has this stuff suddenly being posted on the 'Net?

- It's giving a lot of grief to Maddox.

- Yeah, and who'd want to do that?

- Anyone who's ever met him, actually.

- It could be Gloria. She's still got it in for him.

She was the first to flag it up. - Hmm.

But if it's just malice, why is it coming in dribs and drabs?

Maybe there's more to come. - What if there's evidence

of a real crime and someone is saying to Maddox,

"I've gone public with this, but there's a lot more"?

Yeah, a bit of blackmail.

Maddox might be finished as a movie director,

but he's still worth a few bob.

Okay, Brian, let's go and talk to Maddox again.

- Ah!

"Lawrence Of Arabia."

What about him?

The film.

As far as I remember, I only saw that once,

with Jimmy Greenbanks, the librarian.

Passionate kisses never came into it.

You don't altogether surprise me, Brian.

- He never ceases to surprise me.

Uncertainty,

anxiety, and tension.

Ahem, I'll go again.

Uncertainty,

anxiety, and tension. - Cheers.

That's life in today's world.

We all feel the pressure.

But now, science has the answer

to constipation.

Highlax:

it takes the weight off your mind.

Oh, look lively, it's Lilly Law.

I'm working! This is harassment!

How do I talk to him?

- Through there.

- Um...

We've got new evidence to discuss!

My property!

I can do what I like with you and, when I've finished,

I can throw you away, like a used Kleenex.

I can make you disappear!

- Oh! - You do what I tell you to do.

I don't give a damn! Let me through here!

This has gone far enough. Stop this, right here!

Aah! - Ow.

- Cut, for Chri... - Uh, Mr. Maddox.

Sorry, dear, I'm in police custody.

We don't seem to have any response from you

about settling your accounts.

I don't deal with the small change, sweetheart.

Talk to my people.

Or you can write to me, care of Strangeways.

My money's on Broadmoor, actually.

So what was all that about, then?

- "It's like déjà vú all over again."

Sam Goldwyn.

Very good, Brian.

You really are a world-class

anorak, aren't you?

Producer interferes with director's shoot,

director invites him to piss off...

Everyday life in the movie business.

What, physical violence?

- Well, it is a bit unusual, but not unheard of.

- One more thing

that wasn't mentioned in your witness statement.

- No. Max Stone had been found dead.

If I'd said we'd been in a fight, well,

it would've given a misleading impression.

It would've been the truth.

So what happened after the exchange of blows?

We both realized we were behaving

like middle-aged buffoons.

We cleaned ourselves up

and Max Stone closed down the shoot, as I said!

And then Stone was murdered.

Not by me.

Going back to the assault on Eva Roderick.

According to your ex-wife...

- Oh, Lady Godiva's stuck her oar in, has she?

According to Gloria,

you habitually abused actresses on set.

She reckons you frequently reduced her to tears.

- The only way to get a performance out of Gloria.

She's got the emotional range of a petrol pump.

Did you bully Eva?

Not by my standards.

As I said, what you saw in the footage was fiction.

You always worked with David Snaith

as your director of photography.

Every picture you made, including "Shadow Show."

- Yes.

- Did he shoot this footage?

- Yes, he did.

You didn't mention him in your last interview.

No. - Why not?

Dave was a bit uncomfortable about working on the cheap.

He wouldn't want it known.

This is a police investigation, Mr. Maddox.

From now on,

we'd like the whole truth, please.

- Yeah, sorry about that.

- And David Snaith will confirm your version of events, will he?

- Absolutely, yes.

Yeah, that's terrific.

Yeah, thanks very much.

Computer forensics... They can tell

where the first posting originated from:

an Internet cafe in Gerrards Cross.

Where Snaith lives.

Yeah, he's moving nicely into the frame.

Shame we can't find him. - There may be a lead.

Mr. David Martin Snaith and Mr. William Patrick Radford

gave notice of intention to register

a civil partnership a couple of months ago,

though the partnership was not, in fact, registered.

We got anything on this "William Radford"?

He describes himself as a "cinematic craftsman."

I looked him up.

He works for a firm in the Studios.

Well, he's got to be worth talking to.

He certainly has.

William Radford?

- Billy Radford, yeah.

Jack Halford. This is Gerry Standing.

We work with the Metropolitan Police.

Oh, right. So what can I do for you?

We'd like to talk to you about David Snaith.

Right. Do you mind if we take this outside?

Oh, sure, sure.

- Fascinating job you've got, making all these props.

Well, prosthetics, actually. - Yeah?

Is it for a horror film? - Yeah, "Curse of the Pharaoh"?

Oh! Oh, I love a good horror flick.

Do you remember "The Devil Rides Out"?

Uh, no.

Huh? You remember it, don't you?

- I don't like horror films. - No?

Apparently, there are tons of paper records

in the vaults here, and most of it's never been archived.

- Oh, so there might be some documentation on "Shadow Show."

- Well, good to know whether

Don Maddox is bullshitting us, isn't it?

- Mm-hmm. Do you want me to have a look, then?

- It's your kind of thing, Brian.

- What?

- Are you all right?

- If I can't rely on me memory,

then I've lost me USP, haven't I?

Me whole raison d'etre.

- I wouldn't go that far.

- Well, in respect of "Lawrence of Arabia,"

can it be playing me false?

- I dunno, Brian, you've lost me.

And... action!

- Dave was really good to me.

He gave me my start in this business.

Yeah, weren't you planning a civil partnership?

- Yeah, we thought we had a future together.

It didn't really work out.

Do you know where he is now?

- We haven't been in touch since we broke up.

He could be out of the country.

He's been doing a lot of work in Eastern Europe.

- Did he ever mention about working with Don Maddox

on a film called "Shadow Show"?

- Yeah, he really rated Don Maddox;

he thought he was one of the great directors.

- Do you know if he's in possession

of any of the footage from the film?

- I'm not aware of that.

I realized there's lots of things

I didn't know about Dave; that's why we broke up.

- What sort of things?

- Look, I don't want to drop him in it.

- This is a murder investigation, Mr. Radford.

In your own interests, you'd be well advised

to tell us everything you know, right now.

- The reason I split up with him was

I found out he'd been lying to me.

- What about?

- Drugs. He promised me he was clean, but hey-ho.

And... cut! Lovely; thank you.

Ah! Shooting schedule, 1987.

Getting warm.

Of course, either Esther or I could be confusing

"Lawrence Of Arabia" with "Doctor Zhivago."

'89.

Which would be a bad sign, in itself.

Still is true, yeah.

Oh, guv'nor, guv'nor.

Oh, Miss Davenport.

Oh, excuse me.

- Apropros of your earlier conversation,

would you say that Don Maddox has

financial problems, of any kind?

Not that I know of.

He's just tight-fisted and obnoxious.

Thank you.

- I've found a script!

Hey-hey!

Sit down, Brian.

I've found a script for "Shadow Show."

Let's have a look.

The scene posted on the Internet doesn't exist in this script.

So Maddox is definitely having us over.

Maddox has been giving us a load of lies from the start.

He now admits that Snaith shot the bootleg footage.

The Internet postings came from Snaith's neighborhood,

but he disappeared when they started.

And his ex-boyfriend

said he was well dodgy.

He could be running a blackmail scam from abroad,

but then why post the footage from Gerrards Cross?

Well, if we can't find him, let's

give his place the once-over. - After lunch.

That's Don Maddox's car.

What's he doing here?

Just dropping by on the off-chance, were you?

Look, I'd better tell you, there seems to have been

a break-in. - Oh, does there?

- I couldn't get an answer, so I checked round

at the back door... It's been forced.

- I'd better take a look. Wait here.

I'll be wanting to talk to you.

Looks like there's been a bit of an altercation here.

You have four new messages.

Good morning, Dave.

It's about time we got together again.

Get back to me. - It's Gloria.

Her Ladyship? - Yeah, who has

"No connection with that world any longer."

Dave, get back to me, please.

Me again.

Look, I've tried your mobile, got no response.

I really need... I really need a meeting.

Get back to me, you bastard. You know what it's like.

I don't think she wants to discuss the servant problem.

No.

Look, I admit I wanted

to talk to Dave to, uh, make sure our recollections

were compatible, that I hadn't...

inadvertently forgotten anything.

Was there anything in Snaith's possession that you wanted?

- I don't know what you mean.

- Evidence relating to the events of 1990.

- More incriminating footage.

I just wanted to talk to him.

No one answered the front door,

so you just broke in the back way,

is that right?

- I know how it looks, but the fact is,

as soon as I saw the door had been forced, I left.

Hmm, rather briskly.

I knew how it looked!

- A thorough forensic examination of Snaith's house

is currently in progress; you'll be asked to provide

fingerprints, as well as a DNA sample.

If you've been in that house, we'll know about it.

God, I'm gasping for a coffee.

- Yeah, go on, then.

Listen, we just had an email from the search team.

They found dealing quantities

of cocaine on the premises.

So Snaith's doing business, is he?

- Well, Maybe that's what Lady Gloria's

getting her knickers in a twist about.

- We'll ask her. - They also found bloodstains,

not fresh, same group as Snaith.

First, Eva, then Snaith... Isn't it funny,

how people tend to disappear when Don Maddox is around?

Yeah, but if Maddox killed Snaith

some time ago,

what's he doing, lurking round the house today?

- Well, if we go with the blackmail scenario,

Maddox confronts Snaith, kills him, and decides

his first priority is to get rid of the body.

Any chance of a coffee?

- Oh, sorry.

But he believes there may be compromising material

at Snaith's house, so he goes round to check.

Have I given up coffee,

or something?

Dave's been my dealer for something like 20 years.

I can't go anywhere else.

The papers would crucify my husband!

I trust Dave.

Well, it looks like he's let you down, now.

- He wouldn't just leave me without a stash!

Whenever he goes away, he makes sure

I've got enough to get by.

I really, really need help.

Yeah, you do, and, when we're done here,

I'll put you in touch with a recovery program.

You were in a very vulnerable position

with Dave Snaith.

Did he ever try and extort extra cash from you,

by threatening to expose your problem?

- Dave's a friend! A dear, dear friend.

He's not a blackmailer!

Something must've happened to him.

I've been worried about him

ever since he got involved with that little shit!

Sorry, who are we talking about?

- Billy Radford!

And why were you worried?

- Radford beats him up.

Dave's had to go to hospital more than once.

He won't involve the police

and he won't finish with that evil, little creep!

- Let's go.

- He... He owes Dave everything.

Dave found him in the gutter and...

gave him his start in the film business.

Cheers, Jack. Radford's legged it.

Seen leaving his flat with a backpack and a laptop bag.

- Okay, tell him we'll meet them at the Studios.

- Have you got that? Yeah.

That is interesting. Right.

How do I turn this off?

- Red button, Brian.

- Hmm. Gloria got it a little bit wrong.

Billy Radford wasn't in the gutter

before he got into the film industry.

He had a steady, responsible job.

- Doing what?

He worked in a mortuary,

embalming cadavers and organs.

Sorry to drag you out, Miss Davenport,

but it's important.

Here's the warrant.

- Yes, okay.

We'll get the lights switched on.

Ah. Yeah, this is where he was working.

What would they be made of? - Molded resin, I suppose.

Hollow? - Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm no expert, but I don't think

molded resin smells of formaldehyde.

But an embalmed body would.

Oh!

Well, whatever David Snaith was guilty of,

he's not going to reoffend, is he?

Yeah, Det Supt Pullman, UCOS.

I'm at Pinewood Studios. We have a suspicious death.

Can you send an MI team ASAP to my location?

Cheers.

So it's out of your hands.

The new inquiry is. We're still on the cold case.

- I bet, when they invented the Internet,

they didn't envisage Web sites

for yo-yo enthusiasts.

You want to see the video clips.

- I think I'll give it a miss.

Speaking of matters cinematic, I'm convinced I saw

"Lawrence of Arabia" with Jimmy Greenbanks.

- Yes, so did I.

Eh? What about all the passionate kisses?

- Well, that was Jimmy; he was very hotblooded.

Well, he had paid for the tickets

and he bought me a drink on a stick.

Trouble is, with all the snogging,

he missed half the picture, so he had to go see it again

with you, to find out what happened.

- Why didn't you go with me?

- Well, we only went out once.

How long was I supposed to wait?

I was training for a major hill climb.

I was barely out of the saddle.

You wanted to get your priorities sorted.

Mind you, if you fancy taking me to the pictures again,

after all these years, I don't mind.

Sit. Good boy.

I love a good film.

- Hmm. If you knew what went on in the making of films,

you wouldn't fancy them.

Same with sausages.

No, I'm sorry, sir, just don't think

that the team should be weakened!

Especially when there have been new developments in the inquiry.

Morning.

Don't take your cycle clips off, mate; we've been redeployed.

Eh?

- The team investigating the Snaith murder is shorthanded

and UCOS has been prevailed upon to help out.

I'm lending them you and Jack.

- I've made my views clear.

Of course, I fought tooth and nail

to keep the team together, but there it is.

I mean, you know, as well as I do,

that we're living in a world of mixed-economy policing.

I'm perfectly serious.

I need to know that you continue to be on-message.

You've got used to doing things your own way at UCOS,

but you're going to have to work very hard

to get up to speed with approved norms and practices

in a frontline investigation.

- In the meantime, Brian, new footage has been posted.

- Yeah, well, you'd better take a look at that.

And then report to your action manager

in the murder investigation team.

Thank you, Gerry.

Yep.

Ew, pervy.

Yeah. I'm familiar with this sort of stuff.

Vice squad.

Yeah, BDSM: bondage, domination, sadomasochism.

Anything like this in the shooting script?

No.

- Maybe Maddox is making his own private porn movie.

- Maybe he was making a snuff movie.

Stone is killed because he finds out and tries to interfere.

Snaith's the cameraman. He hangs on to the footage.

- Radford discovers it and pulls it off Snaith.

Snaith tries to stop him, gets killed.

- So Radford puts the black on Maddox.

Right, let's get round to the murder team

and tell them that we've cracked it.

What?!

- All we need is a bit of proof, Jack.

- Good luck! - Luck? We don't need luck!

We're up to speed on approved norms and practices.

Black-market policing.

Exactly.

Oh! At least there's one friendly face here.

- Hello, love! Not all robocops, then.

- Hello, Emily.

We're looking for the action manager.

- Yeah, we're the action men.

I'm the action manager.

Oh, right. - Congratulations.

Follow me! Now you might not be familiar

with the action-led inquiry system,

so I'll run through it with you.

I issue the actions, which will then be placed

in your dedicated pigeonholes.

Now, an action could be

interviewing a particular witness,

collating and listing exhibits, and so forth.

Well, actually, Emily, we're more...

- If I could just finish. I'll take any questions later.

Now, each action will be placed in priority order...

High, medium, and low...

And that's the order that you'll deal with them.

Now, the completed action will then be returned to my office

and I'll process them through the computer system.

The thing is, love,

we can cut through all this crap.

Pardon?

We reckon Snaith was killed by his ex-boyfriend,

Radford, because Snaith had material that Radford wanted

so he could blackmail the chief suspect

in the UCOS investigation.

- A clapped-out film director called Maddox.

It's all one case, really.

So you can just leave it all to us.

We'll find Radford and Bob's your uncle.

And Fanny's your aunt. - Ha ha.

You're not running this investigation.

That is

the senior investigating officer's job, okay?

Understood. - We're up to speed.

- We're aware of the UCOS investigation's findings.

Now, your actions have been assigned, so...

welcome onboard.

Hmph.

"Catalog and conduct

preliminary examination of exhibits

from search of Radford premises."

- Yeah, same here. "Priority: low."

Never mind what was or wasn't in the script...

That's not the point.

I admit I haven't been telling you the truth.

So do it now.

You have to understand about Max Stone.

He was a bit of a throwback.

He acted like a Hollywood mogul from the '30s and '40s.

- Meaning what, exactly?

He thought any actress in one of his films was his property.

He couldn't take no for an answer.

- So you saw eye-to-eye with him about some things, then.

It wasn't like that between Eva and me... we were in love.

You believe that or not.

The point is, Stone pressured Eva

into joining in his perverted little games.

What sort of games?

Humiliation, bondage, S&M. What you see in the footage.

But that's not Max Stone, that's you.

I'm trying to explain.

Eva went along with it because she knew

"Shadow Show" was my last chance

and Stone could wipe me out with a stroke of the pen,

and I did nothing to protect her, for the same reason.

I wanted to see my name on the marquee again...

"Shadow Show, a film by Don Maddox."

I think I'd have sold my soul for that.

Maybe I did.

Yeah, but that still doesn't explain about the clips.

We couldn't confront Stone directly,

but we wanted to get even, in our own way,

so I set up the bootleg shoots, and we built into them

everything Stone did and said to Eva.

So you're saying it was a reenactment?

Exactly. A windup, embarrassing and humiliating

the boss, in front of everyone.

- I can relate to that.

Except, Stone barged on to the set, of course.

He found out what we were doing and you saw the consequence.

If we were to believe what you're telling us,

that gives you another motive for killing him.

But I didn't do it. - So who did?

No idea. I've told you all I know of it.

No, I don't think you have.

What happened to Eva?

Eva killed herself. We all know that.

Why are you being blackmailed?

- I'm not being blackmailed.

So why was the footage posted on the Internet?

I don't know.

Mr. Maddox, we believe that David Snaith

was killed because of that footage.

Now, whoever did that thought it was

a little bit more significant than a showbiz windup.

I can't help you any further, I'm afraid.

He's not giving us the whole picture.

And he knows we know it and he's rattled.

- We could call in a surveillance team, keep tabs on him.

- How long would that take to get going?

- A few days, at least.

- Or we could just do it ourselves, right now.

- Yeah, we could, couldn't we?

Preliminary postmortem

and medical records of David Snaith.

Are you two making progress?

Yes, just booting up Radford's computer now.

- Just remember:

we only want a description of what's on the files.

Anything technical goes to computer forensics.

Oh, absolutely. We're totally on-message.

- Good.

Maddox is home.

He's got a big bag full of goodies from Fortnum & Mason's.

Maybe he's just going to sit inside and pig out.

You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?

I don't know, try yoga or meditation.

No, Gerry, I said "meditation."

Hmm, Facefit.

You mean "Facebook."

No, no, this is something else. It's...

Let's get it going.

What's all this in aid of?

- It's facial-reconstruction software.

It's got forensic and archaeological applications,

but you can see why Radford would find it useful...

For creating prosthetics. - Yeah, but he wouldn't be

creating prosthetics of Eva, would he?

No, what he's doing is seeing what she'd look like

in various hairstyles and eye colors,

20 years after the original photo.

Here you go. Who does that remind you of?

Oh, she's kind of familiar.

Now, we're supposed to

put all this in our action report,

so that Emily can feed it into the computer.

- Well, that's what we're supposed to do.

He's on the move and he's coming

in your direction!

Yeah, I see him.

You hold back. I'll take over.

Now where's he going?!

This place is a bloody maze!

- I bet that Fortnum's bag is full of folding.

This is a classic payoff scenario.

Ah.

Agh!

Gerry standing.

Your mates Jack and Brian have gone AWOL.

They didn't complete their action reports!

All they did was leave me a Post-it note

with the oldest excuse in the book:

"On enquiries".

Emily, Emily, Emily, I can't talk now! I'm on inquiries!

- Turn it off!

Lotte's here. She's checked out the keys for Block A.

- The scene of the crime.

I can hear Maddox talking.

Radford must've sneaked in already.

Go on.

Oh.

Oh, Christ, it's the Wicked Witch of the West.

What's going on?

- What does it bloody look like

and what business is it of yours?

If this is just a clandestine naughty,

what's the wedge in aid of?

These are private premises; we're not breaking any laws,

so take your hands off my property

and piss off!

Don't talk to us like that!

- Gerry, I think we're out of order, here.

We made a mistake. Sorry.

Get back.

Bloody hell.

What we going to do?

- We'll have to send for armed backup.

- Well, no, that's fine, but what are we going to do right now?

This really screws things up. - It's all there, Billy.

Just take the money and go. It's what we agreed.

- I got to hand it to you, Billy, you played a blinder.

You really got the drop on us, but do us a favor,

tell us the truth: why is he paying you off?

What have you got on him?!

You're paid to keep your mouth shut. Leave it there.

- You've been really clever, Billy.

You've sussed out what was going on here way before us

and you've got Don Maddox by the balls... well done.

Billy, she's just stalling 'til her mates arrive.

Shut it!

All of you.

Just let me think.

Leave it.

Security knows I'm here. - Leave it.

If I don't answer, they'll investigate.

Go on, then, deal with it.

Lotte Davenport.

It's for you, Billy.

It's the police. They're outside.

They know you're here.

You'd better talk to them, Billy,

or they'll come in with all guns blazing

and then God help us.

Sit down.

Hello, Billy.

This is Jack Halford. Now, listen:

armed police are surrounding the premises.

We're anxious to resolve the situation

without harming anyone,

so we're going to send you a negotiator.

Brian Lane, Billy.

I've come to talk.

Uhh!

We've got plenty of time, Billy, there's no pressure.

Can I take me hands down, Billy?

I get a bit rheumatic

in awkward... postures.

Yeah.

A bit old for this, aren't you?

You never said a truer word. I am, indeed, son.

And you know what?

My big ambition is to get a lot older.

So I'll be looking

to sort this out without anyone getting hurt

and I believe that's what you want, too, Billy, isn't it?

Well, it depends.

Yes, of course.

A bit of give and take from both sides,

that's what negotiation's all about, eh?

Well, first off,

I'm really pleased to see

that everyone here's safe and sound.

You, Billy;

Sandra, Gerry, Don,

and Eva.

Anyway,

I've got one suggestion,

for openers, Billy.

I know you won't want to give up the gun just yet.

You still need to be in control,

that's understandable,

but how about if you didn't actually point it?

I'd certainly feel

a lot more relaxed,

and that's the way to do business, isn't it?

All right.

So what have you got to say to me?

Thank you, Billy.

I'm feeling better already.

Can you hang on a minute? We're trying something.

I know where you're coming from, Billy.

Desperate situation, desperate measures.

But things aren't as desperate as you think.

- Don't try and bullshit me!

- I'm not!

You beat Dave Snaith up one last time, didn't you?

- You know very well what I did. I'm a murderer.

I'm going inside for 20 years.

- Billy, listen... - You couldn't negotiate shit!

You can tell your mates you've screwed up.

I want a car outside in two minutes,

otherwise, I start shooting

and she'll be first. - Now, listen, son!

Leave it, Gerry! We're still talking!

Billy, listen to what I'm saying

or you'll be dead tonight,

along with God knows who else.

That's not a threat; it's a fact.

Billy,

I've seen Dave Snaith's medical records.

He had a history

of degenerative heart disease.

He'd been warned by a specialist

that he needed urgent surgery

and he'd refused.

He could've died

at any time.

Are you saying I'm not on offer for murder?

I'm saying things could be a lot worse.

What you need, son, is a good lawyer.

Billy...

When you're in a hole, just stop digging.

You could do yourself some good.

Come on, son.

It's all over. You know that.

I'll be leaving here in about 10 minutes.

- Well done, Brian.

- I didn't know you were a trained negotiator, Brian.

Yes! He went on a course.

- Oh, right, I didn't realize.

But he failed.

When it came to the final role-play,

everyone got shot!

- "Win some, lose some."

- Ugh.

So why did you have to disappear?

Don't say anything. - Oh, it's over, Don.

All right, you can have the truth.

I killed Max Stone.

It's all down to me. I'm responsible, end of story.

- No, stop it! You can't do this!

- After Stone stopped the filming,

I went to the office and, well, the argument started again

and I stabbed the bastard and I'm not sorry.

- Oh, this is all rubbish! He wasn't there.

- Shut up! - No, you shut up, for a change.

Max called me into his office

and he said he was going to destroy Don.

- Don't do this.

And... and he said he was going to do things to me

that I'd be too ashamed to think about,

never mind put on film. - Don't do this. Don't.

And he started, then and there.

And I lost it...

Oh, I lost it.

And there was Max, on the floor of his office,

and...

I was covered in blood.

You're saying you killed him?

Yes.

Okay, what happened then?

Eva called me.

I... cleaned the prints off the scissors and...

smuggled her out of the Studios before the alarm was raised.

But you came back here to work.

I hid out for a while,

I traveled, I took cash-in-hand jobs,

but Don was brilliant; he was always there for me.

And, after a few years, I realized

that the movie business was the only life I knew.

The studio was a place we could meet

without anyone asking questions.

I knew I was rubbish as an actress and...

ugh, I never, ever, wanted to be a film star,

but I could do the back-office stuff.

- I think you do yourself an injustice, Eva.

You played a blinder as Lotte Davenport,

for nearly 20 years.

Oh, no.

Eva was the performance.

Lotte's me. I went back to my normal weight;

I let my hair grow out.

It was like being released from a jail.

Ready, ma'am.

Cheers.

- However long it takes, I'll be waiting.

I know.

Hello, love!

Don't "love" me. I'm here to complain to your governor.

- Eh?

Jack and Brian, they're due for a bollocking.

Oh, you're not still going on about that, are you?

Look, we got a result, didn't we?

- What you and your mates have never really understood

is that results don't make up for sloppy procedure!

- Oh, cheer up! It's not as if they did anything dodgy;

they just worked a bit of a flanker, that's all.

I'm not having two old chancers working flankers round me!

I want them disciplined!

- Emily, they're civilians, like me.

What do they care if there's a note on their records?

Look, you give them an official bollocking,

they'll either just shrug it off or give you

a two-fingered salute and walk; now, no one wants that, do they?

Well, something's got to be done.

Yeah, well, there are some good, old-fashioned, CID methods

for dealing with situations like this.

- Look, I've had enough of old-fashioned CID methods.

No, listen, I know where to hit them where it really hurts.

Yeah?

- Yeah. But the idea never came from me, you understand?

Well, that's another terrific result for the UCOS team,

and what this demonstrates conclusively, Fiona,

is that the UCOS methodology can deliver

on current inquiries, just as well as cold cases.

- Oh, really?

- Let me run some of the key strategic decisions past you.

Excuse me.

- This is a nice do, Emily. Can we make a contribution?

- Oh, no, thanks, that's all taken care of.

- Really? Who stumped up?

- Jack and Brian.

It's their fine for misbehaving on duty.

Good, old-fashioned CID tradition. Cheers, boys.

- Thanks for your generosity.

- My pleasure. - Enjoy.

- Go on! Let's have a go. I used to win prizes at this.

Look!

Walking the dog.

You know, I had Don Maddox down as a total shit,

but what he did was kind of romantic, really, wasn't it?

There's no law that says a total shit can't be romantic.

- Is that right, Gerry?

♪ It's alright, it's okay ♪

♪ doesn't really matter if you're old and gray ♪

♪ It's alright, I say, it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's alright, doin' fine ♪

♪ doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ It's alright, I say, it's okay ♪

♪ we're gettin' to the end of the day ♪ ♪

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