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Is this footage from the nightclub?
Anything useful?

Not as yet. We've checked the
exterior, we're onto the interior.

Guv, I forgot. The landlady gave me
a description of a ring

worn by the man
that Louise was seeing.

It was a Carnelian stone
worn on his little finger.

Well, we keep that to ourselves.

If we release it,
he just takes it off.

That's her there, isn't it?

Yes, she's looking for someone.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello. Joan Faukland.

Sharon says that
the man Louise was seeing

didn't like her to dress tarty.

She's dressed like a tart there.
Yeah, that's just it.

Sharon reckons that maybe she was
trying to piss him off.

Maybe it worked.

Thank you.

Just had it confirmed that there were
two calls to the mobile

from the advert. But...
What?

They're still tracing the callers.
Terrific (!)

Sir, this came in. It's for you.

Gloves.
Ahead of you.

Sharon, this is DC Travis.

Can you call me, please?
I'd like to talk to you. Thank you.

Wait, look. That's her again.

Hold it there, Mike.

"LP deserved to die.

Another victim
will pay the same price."

The LA Examiner received
an almost identical letter.

Sir, I'm worried about Sharon.

I'm calling her,
but she's not calling me back.

Line two, guv. It's that journalist.

Get it over to the lab, Mike.

Not that we'll get any prints
or DNA from it.

Langton.
Barbara,

can you keep trying Sharon, please?
Yeah. Thanks.

This is a murder inquiry, Mr
Reynolds, not some reality TV show.

You agreed on a press embargo -
you break it, I'll have you arrested.

Travis, with me.

Your boyfriend's taken delivery of
the victim's handbag.

And before you say it, I know,
it's just like the Black Dahlia case.

We'll let you know, Mr Reynolds.
No way!

I'm keeping my end of the bargain.
It was sent to me, it's my property.

Just trying to keep you from making
an arse of yourself.

Wait here, Travis.

Pleasant sod, isn't he?

He's under a lot of pressure.

Are you OK? You seem a bit distant.

Working.

Free for dinner this week?

I don't know. I'll have to check
my schedule. I could be working late.

Well...

..you call me.

I could cook us dinner one night,
maybe.

You know DC Travis. This is
the journalist, Richard Reynolds.

Commander Jane Leigh.
Hi.

We're not finished by any means, but
you can come and see what we've got.

I don't have long -
I'm due to give a lecture.

Here, we have the contents
of the handbag.

A...powder compact.

Two lipsticks. A small mirror.

A used tissue with lipstick marks.

And a green leather address book.

I'd say everything here's been
carefully chosen by your suspect.

If there was anything of use
to the investigation,

he would have discarded it.
I agree.

May I?
Mm.

This is good quality, but it's old.

Perhaps something bought
in a charity shop.

Er... Excuse me.
Ssh!

Sorry. Go on.

There's a residue of powder.

Smells of old-fashioned perfume.
Chypre.

Yes. My grandmother used to wear it.
It's no longer in production.

The lipsticks?

Well...this red colour's
a bit unusual for a young girl.

And again, old-fashioned. Vintage.

Her flatmate said that
she was going for a look that was...

The pink lipstick
has been worn down.

But er...as you can see,

the head of it has been scraped.

And lastly,
we have the brown paper wrapping.

There's a smudged finger mark
across one stamp.

That could be mine.

Right, well, we need to get
your prints taken right away.

Excuse me, could you take him
for an elimination set?

This way.
Travis, stay here.

I've been studying the case history
of the Elizabeth Short murder.

Anyone want a coffee?
No, thank you.

Obviously,
you've been doing the same -

comparing the notes of that case
alongside your so-called Red Dahlia,

but if someone's making a sickening
mirror of the Los Angeles case,

we should take seriously
the threat to kill again.

(THUD)
There was another victim

after Elizabeth Short.
Her name was Jeanne Axford French.

(BANGING)

Can we walk to my car, please?

He used the victim's own lipstick
to write obscenities
on her naked body

four weeks after
the Elizabeth Short murder,

and the killer was never caught.
We've all read the book, Jane.

We've not got the T-shirt,
but we're aware of the case history.

Nevertheless, James, I have concerns.

You've got a dangerous killer
on the loose,

and those letters aren't just a ploy
to get into the press.

I have taken every contact seriously
so far.

What I am trying to make clear to you

is that right now you have
a killer at large goading you.

You, personally.

Someone who knew Louise
must hold a clue.

I'll keep that in mind.
You do that.

Thanks for coming, Jane.

(ENGINE STARTS)
Get in the car.

(SHE POURS HER COFFEE AWAY)

(ENGINE STARTS)

Do you know what that prat from
Tech Support added into the mix?

After intensive inspection
of the anonymous letters,

and judging by the different sizes
of the lettering,

apparently, it's possible that
the suspect could be a musician.

Concert pianist.

The handbag -
it came from the grandmother.

It was one of the items
the housekeeper listed.

Then why the hell didn't you say so?
Yeah, I tried.

Did she do a profile course?

Don't be cheeky.

I left messages for Sharon Bilkin...
Then go and see her!

We've traced another girl who
answered the advert. Lisa Halstead.

Lives in Hampstead.

Forget it, Travis.
Get over to Hampstead.

Paul, you go check on Sharon Bilkin.

If this bastard is going by the
book, we could get another victim.

In the Black Dahlia case, it was a
month after Elizabeth Short's murder.

The killer isn't in
1940s Los Angeles, Paul!

He's very much alive,
here in London! Get over there!

(BUZZER)

(RINGS BUZZER)

He recognised me from my photo.

He introduced himself?
Yes.

Mr Edwards.

He asked whether I was
Lisa Halstead,

I said I was,
and we went and sat down.

Didn't even offer me a drink.

And I showed him my CV.
Go on.

Well, he asked whether I had
a passport,

and where I lived, and how soon
I'd be available to begin.

The thing was that Mummy
had just booked a skiing holiday,

so I said I couldn't
for a couple of weeks.

I mean, I only started here
last Monday.

And it was odd.
From being very nice,

he sort of...well...

..he just got up,
and said he was meeting other girls,

and that he'd be in touch.

Did you see any of the other girls?
The only other girl I saw was...

You see, there are two entrances.

And when I left,
I went out the back.

It's nearer Oxford Street.

And there WAS another girl.

In fact, she spoke to me.

She was looking for a bar
and said she was meeting someone.

And I said
if she went up the escalator,

there were two cocktail bars,
and in the main one, she...

She could have been meeting him,
couldn't she?

Did she say anything else?

Something about...
coming in the wrong entrance?

I remember she was very shy.
Nervous.

Could this be the girl?

Hm...

No.

No, she wasn't dark-haired.
It was sort of blonde-ish.

Oh, another thing I remember.

She really smelled of mothballs.

The labia majora are intact,

but within the vagina
we found a large piece of skin,

which was from her upper torso.

Some of the right breast
has been cut away,

and the nipple forced into
her anal passage,

which is dilated
with multiple abrasions.

This must never be released.

Not only did we find faecal matter
in her stomach,

it had been introduced
into her mouth.

She ingested it before death.

Guv.

Let's take you out. Come on.

Her body was scrubbed clean, and the
internal organs are bleach damaged.

Here you go.

I'm fine. It's...

It's OK.
I just felt like I knew her.

You didn't know her.

I think you should go home.

Do you have a handkerchief?
Your nose is running.

Sorry.
Here.

Sorry.

Er... Keep it.

Get off home when you feel like it.

It's all right.

I would say she was subject to
a vicious sexual attack.

Both her rectum and vagina are
covered in cuts and abrasions...

I think we've heard enough, Veronica.

Mike.
Yeah.

Thanks, Veronica.
OK.

We've got to keep a lid on this.

But if someone's shielding
the killer...

It'll be between us and him
when we find him, and we will. Sir.

I thought I told you to go home.

A body of a white female's
been discovered

dumped in a field off the A4.

Body's covered in a red coat.

I'm having my nails done
this morning.

It's Sharon Bilkin.

She only had a couple of hundred
in her bank account.

I did try and contact her, you know.

I'm gonna bring this answerphone in.

(CLATTER)

Anna, you tried to call her.

Barolli tried.
So don't be consumed by guilt.

If there's anyone who should feel
shit over this, it's me, not you.

Well, then
you're in the wrong department.

You're in the wrong department.

Sharon's answer machine.
Will you check the messages?

There'll be a few on there from me.

I will do, but I'm working my way
through the address book.

I've not had a night off.
Neither has Joan.

Both of us are pinned to
the computer screens.

God, I can't think straight.
She's got a migraine.

I went to Sharon Bilkin's,
but there was no answer.

Maybe I should have gone back.

It wouldn't have done any good -
she's been dead at least 24 hours.

Post-mortem report.

Just like the second victim
in the Black Dahlia case.

The mutilation was not as horrific,
but Sharon had been tortured

and suffered significant pain
before she died.

It's similar, but it's not the same.

For a start,
Sharon didn't have her mouth slit.

She knew something.

She knew him.

I said the girl
was holding out on you.

Something that made him deviate
from his copycat routine.

If we can work that out,
it might lead us somewhere.

Right, we tracked down
Louise's previous employer -

a hotel in Paddington. The Pembrook.

What?

Everybody's been working
around the clock on this.

Any chance of getting
the weekend off?

OK. Split it.

Good night.

Hi, it's Anna.

Are you still free
for dinner tonight?

Spag bol OK?

(CHUCKLES) Um...
Well, I'll see you at eight.

I'll look forward to it.

It was a cash deal, basically.
We have a lot of salesmen.

We're near the station -
it's very convenient.

Was she on the game?

What she did in her own time
is up to her.

Let's cut all the bollocks.

Attractive 24-year-old working
for cash in hand washing dishes.

No, no, no. She was skinny.

Bitten nails, greasy hair.

Always in need of a bath.
A right minger.

That's why we got rid of her.

She had this attitude
like she was gonna be somebody.

None of the men here
would screw her.

Show her room to me.

When was the last time
you saw Louise?

She was supposed to work,
but she took off for the day.

I told her about coming and going
as she pleased.

She had to go and see
her grandmother.

She came back very late.

Sorry, I'll go and get ready now.
Sorry?!

Get off me!

I'm gonna throw you out because
I've got a hotel full of clients

and you owe me!
Take this!

You can have it! It's silver!

Don't touch me!

I don't care!
I'm gonna get a job with a dentist!

Then you're gonna need one!

She left without getting paid.

Could you give her this
if you see her?

Tell her no hard feelings.
She's dead.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYS)

(BUZZER)

I got here as soon as I could.

Well, I'll serve up straight away.
Great, I'm starving.

The pasta's probably
a bit overcooked.

Do you want me to open this?
There's one open on the table.

(MAN'S VOICE RECORDING):
"Maybe I can be of some assistance.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll send you some of Miss Pennel's
personal things

she had with her when she...
shall we say...disappeared."

Is it me you're trying to screw,
you bastard?

"...see how far you can get.
Now, I have to say goodbye.

They may be trying to trace me."

Shall I open the bottle I brought?

It's a slightly better vintage
than this one.

I've been reading about
the Black Dahlia again.

I keep going back to it.

It's sickening to think that some
maniac is trying to emulate a murder

that happened in 1947.

Why?

Draining the body of blood
before slicing her in two.

They reckon he killed
another couple of women.

Do you think that it's a possible
copycat thing?

The letter sent to me,
the package sent to me.

Do you think he's gonna kill again?

(SHE POURS WINE)

Do you get to sleep OK?

It depends.

Sometimes, these images creep
into your head and then they stay.

You know the image
I can't get rid of?

The look in her eyes.

I never knew dead eyes held an
expression. I thought they just...

blanked out after the heart stopped.

But there's so much pain in her eyes.

Did Louise's eyes
have the same expression?

Yeah.

Why would one human being inflict so
much agony on another?

What makes them that way?

Madness.

Do you have a lot of friends?

No.

Work colleagues mostly.
What about parents?

They're both dead.

Why are you asking me
all these questions?

To try and get to know you.

Well,
there's not much to know about.

Well, you've got a nice little flat,

a good CD collection.

Not a bad cook.

And you...are very pretty.

This is rubbish.

Gorgeous hair.

Perfect skin.

Lovely hands.

Shouldn't you be careful?
Aren't you driving?

Are you trying to tell me
I should be leaving?

Do you miss your parrot?

You said you had one.

Can we go to bed?

(POURS WATER FROM TAP)

(RECORDED MESSAGE)
"Sharon, this is DC Anna Travis.

Can you call me, please?"

"Miss Bilkin, this is Hair Design. I'll need at least
four hours for hair extensions..."

"Sharon, about your leg wax at 11.
Can you ring me back to confirm? Thanks."

"Sharon, this is DC Travis again.

Will you please call me
when you get this?"

(SHAVER WHIRS)

(TURNS SHAVER OFF)

Why are you looking at me like that?
Talk to your bloody boyfriend!

He's run it front page!

It's all over the TV.
Now everyone else is picking it up!

No detail left out!

Even down to the fact Louise Pennel
was forced to eat her own shit!

And if that wasn't enough, full
details of Sharon Bilkin's murder!

But I didn't discuss it with him!

Talk about sleeping with the enemy!

I bloody warned you!

It's beyond belief.
How could you be so stupid?

You're investigating a brutal
murder. You're a detective.

You know the rules
and you've broken them.

You've passed highly confidential
information to a journalist!

Have a few too many drinks?

Do you want me off the case?
Too bloody right I do.

But I don't know
if I can spare the manpower.

Every paper will be onto this
in the morning!

I'm so sorry.
This is gonna be a nightmare.

The phones will be hopping
with nutters,

there'll be pink, blue
and yellow dahlias.... I'm sorry!

Let this be a lesson to you
to keep your mouth shut
and your legs crossed!

I don't like the way
you're talking to me. What?

I said I don't like
the tone you're using.

It's the same tone I use
with everybody else.

Oh, what? You think
I should treat you differently?

No, but I think
you should treat me with respect

and not jump to the conclusion
I would have given him... What?

I did not discuss the case file
with Richard Reynolds!

(SCOFFS) Even his name
sounds like some cartoon character.

You stay away from the station until
I decide what action I'm gonna take!

..the look on his face! I gotta go.
I gotta go.

Dick.

Well, this is a surprise.

Not as surprised as I was
when I read that!

Waited till I was tipsy, did you?
I didn't have to wait.

You were half-cut when I arrived.

I've been kicked off the case.
I probably don't have a career left,

but that wouldn't interest you!
You got your story,

to hell with the consequences!
I just followed what happened

on the Black Dahlia murder.

Let's get you a coffee,
talk in private.

Here is your coffee!

Argh! (GROANS)

Fucker!
(GROANS)

I've left about three messages.
Look who's here.

Surprised you've got the nerve.
You've got a lot of bottle, Travis.

No, not really, but I need to say
something to everyone.

Floor's yours.

I really fouled up, and I'm here
to say sorry to everyone.

I have no excuse, bar the fact that
I became very disturbed

after the post-mortem,

and I can only apologise.

If my stupidity has made problems
for this inquiry,

then I am deeply ashamed
and I am sorry.

Travis.

I meant what I said.
Yeah, I'm sure you did.

But it doesn't alter the facts!

What do you think your father
would have said?

He would have been ashamed.
But I want you to know

that I didn't discuss this case far
with Reynolds.

He must have read my notebook
whilst I was sleeping.

And that makes it OK?
(KNOCK)

Yes!
Third time this woman's called in.

She keeps hanging up. Sounds scared,
but said she knows who the killer is.

It's all right. No, it's all right.
I just...

Can you please stop crying,
and then I'll be able to hear you.

I... I just can't hear you.

She's crying.
I'm not sure how to handle this.

What line, Joan?
Two.

Hello, this is DC Travis.

Look, we really appreciate anyone
calling with any information.

Is it being traced?

Would you like to give me your name,
please?

If you tell me what it is,

you will feel calmer
once it's over with, I promise.

Right,
I can't hear what you're saying.

Who are you talking about, please?

OK, listen. If you are afraid...
of this person,

I promise we can protect you.

She's called in three times.
Sounds absolutely terrified. Ssh!

If you don't want me to know
who you are, that is absolutely fine.

But if you do have any information
that can help us...

Shit, I can't tell
if she is drunk or stoned.

Hello?

Hello? Are you there?

Hello?

Charles Henry Wickenham.

Colonel Charles Henry Wickenham.

Hello?
We've got a name.

All right, let's not get our hopes up
just yet.

It could be a wife or a mistress
with a grievance.

We don't make a move
until we've got him checked out.

Travis.

Stay put.

The phone call came from a phone box
in Guildford,

but this Wickenham guy's listed
as living in a small village

10 miles from Petworth. Huge pile.

Mayerling Hall. Grade II listed,
quite a history, actually.

Apparently, Henry VIII used to stay
there. Used it as a hunting lodge.

Wickenham has no police records,
but guess what?

He's a retired army surgeon.

Well-respected member
of the community.

Have you got any details, Barbara?
Yes, sir.

He's been married twice,
he's been widowed,

paid a vast settlement
in his divorce.

He's got children from both wives -

two daughters and a son and heir.
30-year-old Edward Wickenham.

OK, good. Good work, everybody!

Take a few hours rest.
We'll go over there in the morning.

Er... Travis.

We're going to start
with the daughters.

You spoke to the caller -
you might recognise the voice.

(BUZZER)
Hello?

DS Paul Barolli,
here to see Miss Emily Wickenham.

Oh, all right. Top floor.

Her daddy's not shelling out much
here.

Is this about the break-in?
It's the second time in six months.

This time, they took all my CDs.
It's a real pain.

No. This is Detective Travis.

Have you er...ever seen this girl?
Louise Pennel.

No.

What about this girl?
Her name's Sharon Bilkin.

No.

Where were you on the 15th of June?

Gosh, um...here, probably.

What's this about?
Both these girls were murdered.

Miss Wickenham, will you have a look
at these photographs, please?

I don't know them.
They look the type.

Daddy likes them young and tarty.

OK. Well, this girl's body was found
near here.

God, I heard about that.
It was in the papers.

I ride past there
almost every morning.

I almost had heart failure.

Well, I wasn't here at the time.
I was in Milan with my mother.

Do you live close by?
Just there.

Rent a flat.

Who owns it? Your father?
He pays for it.

Never been inside.

I don't see him.

What about your brother?
Half brother.

Haven't seen him for months.

Do you get on?
Not into all that stuff.

What stuff?

Edward got kicked out of school
for smoking dope.

He gets a lot of stick from my
father because he's not very bright.

His late wife committed suicide.
Did she know?

What do you want to know
about Edward?

Asking all these questions
about my father.

God, it's Emily, isn't it?

She's been saying things.

Look, you can't take seriously
anything she says.

She's...got a lot of problems.

She's bulimic.

Nearly died a few years ago.

I haven't talked to your sister.

Well, I don't think I'm going to
talk to you any more.

Do you have a good relationship
with your father?

Why do you want to know
about my father?

What about your brother? Do you have
a good relationship with him?

Edward? Um... Not especially.
He's my half brother.

Do you know if your father
has girls up at the house?

Maybe like the ones we've shown you.

I wouldn't know. Er... Daddy is
always having weekend parties,

but I don't go. We don't
particularly like each other.

I hardly lived at home
when I was at boarding school,

and when they divorced,
I lived with my mother.

Look at these girls again, Emily.
Both of them were brutally murdered,

and this girl - read the papers? -
she's been dubbed The Red Dahlia.

Did your father ever entertain
young girls like these, Emily?

Perhaps with your brother?

I don't know! You're frightening me!

I think you should go!

I'm not going to talk to you
any more! This is very upsetting!

And I'm not going to talk to you,
because this is my house!

And you can't be in my house!
I don't know who you are!

And I'm not going to answer
any of your questions!

Ah, Commander.

Right, pay attention, everyone!

Charles Wickenham
is now your prime suspect.

It's important to know
what he was like as a husband,

so interview
his ex-wife as soon as possible.

I believe your killer
has a hatred of women.

Very likely,
he has sociopath tendencies

with a compulsion to create
terrible pain.

I would also think
he's addicted to drugs.

Amphetamines to get high,
even out his hyperactive side.

He might even use morphine.

His ego is such that he will believe
he is above suspicion.

His tools of torture will, I think,
be close to him.

He'll enjoy cleaning
and inspecting them.

(MOBILE PHONE BEEPS)
Just as he'll enjoy the fact

that he's under suspicion,

because he absolutely certain
that he can outwit the police.

Guv, Barolli's already over
at the car park.

Very informative, Commander.
Thank you.

I haven't finished.
Sorry. Go on.

The more rope you give this man,

the more he will move to putting
the noose around his neck.

It is imperative

that you have enough evidence
to arrest him.

He has some very influential
friends.

Do we know how much he's worth?
Millions.

Also got a villa in France, and he
was left his estate by his old man.

Three generations live there,
apparently, sir.

His father bought up the land
just after the war for peanuts.

Made millions from it.

It's all right for some.

My old man left me a load of
unpaid bills and a council house.

Got sent the eviction order
two weeks after we'd buried him.

So this is where Daddy lives.

(BELL RINGS)

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

Yes?

This way.

Would you just wait in there,
please?

Thank you.

Guv, the housekeeper
wasn't the woman that phoned in.

Her voice was lighter, softer,
more well-spoken.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

I'm Edward Wickenham.
I believe you wanted to see me.

Actually, it was your father
we wanted to see. Is he home?

Yes, somewhere. It's not about these
bloody congestion charges, is it?

I can't believe you've actually
had to come here.

I've told you I'll pay them.

Every week, I get a letter saying
it's double. Living in the country,

it's hard to know
where the charge starts.

The Kings Road?! For God's sake!

It's not about the
congestion charges, Mr Wickenham.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
James Langton.

These are Detectives Travis,
Lewis and Barolli.

Why do you want to see my father?
Personal matter, sir.

If you could just get him
to come and see us, please?

To be honest,
I'm not actually sure where he is.

He might be over at the stables.

But he might be out
on one of the horses.

Well, maybe you could walk us
over to the stables.

I'm not even sure he's over there.

Why don't we go and see?

Paul, you stay here.

It's a bit of a maze,
but this is the quickest route.

We'll go through the kitchen,
out to the back door.

Are there any other female staff
in the house?

No. But Mr Wickenham's girlfriend's
staying here.

Which Mr Wickenham?
She's referring to my fiancee.

What's her name?
Gail. Gail Harrington.

But she's away at a health spa
at the moment.

We could have gone round the house,
but this way's quicker. It's muddy -

we've had such bad weather lately.

Thank you.

I'll just check
if he's in here first.

(BIRDSONG)

We could try the stables.

EDWARD: Morning.

Is my father about?
No, sir.

Is he out on Belmarsh?
He could be at the paddock, sir.

I have to go out, actually,
so I suggest we return to the house.

Let's just try the paddock,
shall we?

Wait here a moment, will you?

My son says you want to speak to me!

Get Walter to check him out -
he's a bit short in front.

It might be just a shoe.

He's a bit flat this morning.

So, what's all this about?

LANGTON:
Can we speak back at the house?

Of course. I'll just take
a shower first, if you don't mind.

Get this over with.

Only take a moment.

Well, I don't know about anyone
else, but I could do with a drink.

Can I get you all something?
No, thank you.

No? What's all this about?

Do sit down.

I'm conducting an inquiry
into the murder of a young woman.

Louise Pennel.

The newspapers have given her
the nickname "The Red Dahlia."

We're also investigating the murder
of another girl - Sharon Bilkin.

Possibly killed by the same person.

One moment.

Hilda!

A light lunch for me.

I'm sorry, but if I don't warn her,
it'll be meat and potatoes.

Follow her out.

He's wearing the ring
described by the landlady.

You were saying?

Do you know this girl?

No.

Do you know THIS girl?
Sorry, no, I don't.

A witness - in fact, two witnesses,
without conferring,

produced this profile.

(CHUCKLES)

Would you say
this is a good likeness?

Of me?
Yes.

Why are you showing me
these photographs

and this...drawing, is it?

We made many requests, via the
press, for this man to come forward.

Tall, dark, grey-haired.

Now, I think this is
an exceptional likeness.

So perhaps the best solution
would be

if you agreed to come to
an identity parade.

Me?
Yes, you, Dr Wickenham.

It's Colonel Wickenham!

Colonel!
Colonel.

That will either eliminate you
or conversely prove

that you did, on several occasions,
visit the victim, Louise Pennel.

When am I supposed to have visited
this woman?

Firstly, on April the 19th.

This year?
Yes.

One moment. I'll get my diary -
it's in the study.

Well?
Cool customer.

Here we are. April the 19th.

Yes, I had lunch at my club.

The St James's.
Followed by a lengthy meeting

with my ex-wife,
squabbling over money.

And my solicitor.

Can these meetings be verified?
Of course.

If you wish, I can contact them
and they'll get in touch with you.

Thank you.

You were a surgeon in the army.
Is that correct?

Yes, I was. Almost in a past life.

I retired 10 years ago.

Obviously, I didn't need the money...
(SHE STRIKES A NOTE)

..and I wanted to spend more time
with my children.

Do you play the piano?

Yes, I do.

My mother...had high hopes
of my becoming a concert pianist -

My mother...had high hopes
of my becoming a concert pianist -

hopes as high as she, unfortunately,
usually was.

So, I opted for surgery.

Thank you. You've been most helpful.

Sorry for taking up your time.

We'll arrange an identity parade for
tomorrow. We'll send a car for you.

I don't think it'll be necessary,
once you've verified my diary.

He's a piece of work.
He's our killer. I smell it.