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(Unzipping)

(Coughs)

Well, let's examine
the body shall we?

No, no, I don't want you going in
there, the less contamination the better.

Get moving setting up
the incident room. (Coughs)

Never seen anything like it. Beggars
belief. She's been sliced in two.

Her skin is like a white China
doll. (Coughs) My chest hurts.

Well, whoever killed her placed
her body so she'd be found quickly.

I want details of all cars,
vans, trucks parked in the area.

Search all skips and bins for
handbags, clothes, shoes, anything.

I've never worked this side of
the river. I had to catch two buses.

Do we know any details yet? Not yet.
Morgan's giving uniform their orders.

My god, that does not look real.

This is the worst
part. Look at this.

Barbara, Barbara,
look at the board.

It's a blow-up doll, isn't
it? But it's in two parts.

Attention, everybody.

We have a female victim
aged between 20 and 30.

Naked, but with
nothing to identify her.

So that will be our priority.

Find out who the poor soul is.

Have we got anything in from
pathology? We're working blind.

It's hard to see what she looked like
because of that slash to her mouth.

Dci Morgan's been at the lab
all afternoon. He looked terrible.

He should be in bed. As it
is, he's spreading his germs.

I've walked miles. 100 door-to-doors
and no-one's seen anything apparently.

Have we got anything from
the post-mortem yet? No.

There's no-one fitting her description
from this area reported missing.

Anyone tried to contact dci
Morgan? Not recently. I'll do it.

Tea, anybody?

Somebody must have really
hated her to do something like that.

Well, I don't think we're
looking at domestic violence.

Oh, really, Barbara?
Very incisive.

What do you think
we're looking for, then?

It would take some kind of a psychopath
with a chainsaw in his bathroom.

Yeah. What?

Ok, thank you.

Dci Morgan's been taken
to hospital with pneumonia.

I told you he was sick.

Right, listen up, everybody.
What, picnic time, is it?

For those of you
who don't know me,

I'm detective chief
inspector James Langton.

I will now be heading
up this enquiry,

due to the inability of dci Morgan
to continue running the show.

This is di Mike Lewis. Some of
you have worked with him before.

So... do we have
her identified yet?

Oh, my...

By now, Travis, you should be
used to post-mortem procedure.

Yes, sir, I've worked
three cases now.

Good, because we don't want you
crashing out and vomiting. (Snigger)

Got anything to say?

No, sir.

Have you ever come across
anything like this before, Mike?

No.

I want a tight lid on this one.
Complete press embargo.

No need to go on
up, I'm ahead of you.

I'm going to need a bit
more time for finer details.

Her injuries are extensive.

Are you taking over?
Correct, Veronica.

Poor dci Morgan was in a bad way, I
had him shipped off to hospital before -

yeah, yeah. Let's get cracking,
enough time's been wasted already.

Not on my part.

Your victim was between
24 and 30 years old,

5'5" tall and 56 kilograms.

The mutilation was
done very professionally,

perhaps by someone
with surgical experience.

Slicing through her body,
cutting through muscle tissue

and then the spinal cord,

not only takes time but
these incisions are very neat.

The body was drained of
blood before being severed.

There are incisions to the femoral
artery and the right jugular vein.

Again, no easy feat. One
would require a pump and tubes.

The cuts to her face
were made with a scalpel.

They are deep, slicing through
the cheek to give the impression -

that she's smiling. Yeah.

There's extensive
bruising to sections

of the head,
forehead and midline.

Some of the hair's
been shaved off.

Her hair, dyed, by the
way, she's a natural blonde,

you can see a little bit
of regrowth in the parting.

There's further bruising
to her arms and thighs

and restraint marks on
her wrists and ankles.

Now all of this would have
taken some considerable time.

Judging by the marks on her body, she
would have had to have been tied down.

Badly bitten
fingernails, by the way.

Did you get any fibres or
anything that might help us?

No, her body was scrubbed
clean with a stiff brush.

Leaving nothing on her
skin bar the abrasions.

And the time of death?

Within the last 36 hours.

We're still working on her internal
organs and toxicology have samples,

but without her blood we won't
turn up anything satisfactory.

I've taken hair and tissue
samples for her DNA profile.

Dci Morgan asked if we
could help provide a photograph

for identification of her
face without the injuries.

(Gulls cry)

Somebody somewhere
must know who she is.

She was lovely.

I don't know. Look how
many girls we checked out,

she don't match any one of them.

We're maintaining a
complete press blackout

on what has been
done to the victim.

But an identical picture went out in this
morning's papers appealing for information.

Because until we know who
she was, we'll get nowhere fast.

Good of you to join us, Travis.

This is a possible sir. Sounds
as if she recognises our victim.

Female? Yeah. Travis, take it.

Hello, it's DC Travis. Can
I have your name, please?

We're not giving out information
at the moment, I'm afraid.

What's the problem, Mick?

Journo from the telegraph,
Richard Reynolds. Tell him to piss off.

Yes, Joan? Another caller,
says it could be his sister.

Cut through the dross. Ask
about colouring, height, age,

and if it's a match
we'll bring them in. Ok.

What is it, Travis?
Hold the line, please.

A Sharon bilkin says the
missing girl is her flatmate.

When did she last see her? Three
days ago. Do we have a name?

Louise pennel. Get her
address, go and see her.

Sharon bilkin? Hi.
I've not got very long.

I've got an audition this
afternoon in the west end.

What kind of sick
bastard would do all this?

I'm still working but I
think you should know

that your victim is missing a
number of lower internal organs.

What with this and
the blood draining,

it's more likely your killer
has surgical experience.

This is Louise. She's trying to
break into modelling, like me.

She had these done
a few months back.

It's her, isn't it,
from the paper?

I'm going to have to ask
you some questions, ok?

Can I take this? Yeah.

What's she done? Has
she done something?

When was the last time you saw
her? Er, Friday, we went to a club.

I left her there and
she didn't come back

but that's not unusual,
sometimes she stays out for days.

Does she work? Yeah,
part-time dental nurse.

She's paid peanuts cos they're
doing her teeth, putting on caps.

What has she done?
I'm sorry to tell you this,

but it's possible your friend
may have been murdered.

Yes.

We need a positive
ID, so bring her in.

Yeah, we'll be here.

We've maybe got her identified.

Travis is bringing in the flatmate.
No immediate family, as yet.

Veronica, is there any way you
could uh... Clean her face up a bit?

So, I need you to look at this girl
and tell me if you recognise her.

But I did from the
photograph, I said it was her.

I know, but we need to be sure
and er... With no next of kin. Right.

Are you ready? Yeah.

What's been done to her? Her
face, what's the matter with her face?

Is this Louise pennel? Why's she
look like that? What's happened to her?

Now we go to work.

(Keys jangle)

That's the landlady,
she owns the house.

(Door opens)

A lot of dirty laundry but
not many new clothes.

Found some evening
gear that looks expensive.

Ah, look at this,
very nice. Cashmere.

And some, uh, new, hardly
worn, compared with uh -

do you reckon she
was on the game?

You tell me. You don't
get this kind of gear

working part-time
as a dental nurse.

I'm going to go
talk to the landlady.

When was the last time
you saw miss pennel?

They used to get back late.

Waking me up. But it would be...

Probably be last Friday. I
saw her leave with Sharon.

She had a flower in
her hair, I remember that.

Did you ever see anyone
with her, anyone come visit?

No. Well... One night there
was a ring on my doorbell,

and there was this man
there, said he wanted her.

Then he walked across
the road to wait in his car.

Now we know who she is,
Mike, what else have we got?

She worked for a dentist
but got fired three weeks ago.

His alibi checks out, says she
was always late. Paul, anything?

Not a lot, no letters or diary.

Missing is a red coat with velvet
collar and matching buttons.

She was wearing it when -
no friends, no boyfriends?

No boyfriends. There was
an older guy she was seeing.

The flatmate told Travis that Louise
answered an advert somewhere.

The times or could it
have been time out? And?

She thinks she got the job but
she doesn't know what it was.

But she was asking
about getting a passport.

Check it out!

She used to go out and meet him

and come back with a
lot of clothes and stuff,

and one time she looked really
done in, she had a bruise on her face.

Said she'd fallen down
the stairs. Did you see him?

Listen, sweetheart,
we've got no time to waste.

Tell me about this
man she was seeing.

He was tall, dark haired.
He wore a long black coat.

This is dci Langton. He was
giving her presents, right, money?

Yeah, and perfume. It was an
old-fashioned one, it smelt of lilac

and she started
wearing odd makeup.

Very pale with lots of black
eyeliner and red lipstick.

Like a goth or something
out of the Adams family.

And when she went out, she
started to pin a red Rose in her hair.

♪ Billie Holiday:
You go to my head

Travis, I want you to go back
to the landlady, jog her memory,

see if she can come up with
anything about this older bloke

that was seeing the victim, and
question the neighbours again.

Have we got anything on this new
job the victim was supposed to have?

Only a possible time re the advert
but I'm checking with time out -

remember it required a passport.

Well, that's not much to go on.
Right now it's all we've bloody got!

Keep at it! Sharon said that
Louise went to local cafes

to get free meals
off the men there.

Have you been
down there? Not yet.

Paul, check them out.

Guv, better read this.

'Roses are red, violets are blue

who cut Louise
pennel's mouth in two?'

how the hell did they get
hold of that information?

This looks like the
picture Sharon bilkin had.

It's not a Dahlia, it's a Rose.

We are going to get a
load of calls from now on.

As long as we hold off on the
atrocities that Louise suffered,

then maybe we can distinguish
between any nutters and any real tip-offs.

Get over there
and close this down.

Hi, I'm sorry to keep you
waiting, I'm Richard Reynolds.

Anna Travis. Nice to meet you.

Do you want to come
through to the newsroom?

Or if you prefer, we can
bag someone's office.

More private. Crime desk's
a little bit like piccadilly circus.

(Indistinct)

Take a seat, I'll get
some coffee organised.

How can I help? It's
about the article you wrote

about the murder
victim Louise pennel.

We didn't have much. There
hadn't been a press release.

But you wrote that her mouth had
been slit in two. That was in the letter.

I got another anonymous letter

that likened your victim to
somebody called... Elizabeth.

Elizabeth short?
Have you heard of her?

No. Me, neither.

I haven't had a
chance to look her up.

To be honest, I've been sidelined
by this young boy that's missing.

Do you still have
the letter? No, I don't.

You know, I did call
the police about it,

I wasn't exactly taken seriously.
Then I got the second letter.

I don't have that,
either, I'm afraid.

Can you recall
exactly what it said?

Thanks, Lex.

This second letter.

Like I said, we get a
shed-load of crank letters

every time we lead
with a murder story.

Thanks. But what did this
one say? Something about how

the case of the black
Dahlia was never -

hang on, the black what? Dahlia.

What does that mean?

No idea. It's just what the letter
said. How it was never solved

and now there was
another one, the red Dahlia.

Was it handwritten? No, typed.

That was the 'roses
are red, violets are blue

who cut her mouth in two?'

was it, by the way, cut in two?

Do you know a young woman
called Sharon bilkin? Should I?

Ok, look, could you
please get in touch with me

if you get any more
contact from anyone?

This is my direct line.

Thanks for your
time. My pleasure.

Have you had lunch?

Pardon? There's a nice
pub just around the corner.

Oh, no, I've got to
get back. Thanks.

How about dinner one evening?

Apparently, it was a
story cobbled together

when they received the
photograph. But you got the note?

Actually there's
two of them. Two?

It said exactly what Richard
Reynolds printed in the paper.

It had to have come from the killer.
We never disclosed the wounds.

The only person outside our
team who saw them is Sharon bilkin.

I'm on my way to her now.

I said they could take everything
cos I don't want her stuff.

Got to get someone
else in to pay the rent.

They've left some things in an old
suitcase. I shoved everything in it.

(Vacuuming)

You just sold her
photograph, did you?

I didn't sell it. Sharon,
this is very important.

You may not feel like you are
withholding evidence, but you are.

Are you telling me everything?
You had a folder of photos. Sharon!

Yeah, all right. (Vacuum off)

I know this bloke, Kenneth,
he's done some snaps of me.

I bumped into him and we got
talking. I told him about Louise.

He came back here for coffee
and I showed him her pictures.

Did you tell him about the
marks on Louise's mouth? No.

Will you stop cleaning
for a minute, please!

(Vacuum off) Did you give
the journalist anything else?

I never even met him.
Kenneth gave me 50 quid.

I just want her stuff removed.

She was always on the
scrounge, pleading poverty.

She'd use my makeup, my perfume.

She'd even Nick my
tampons and then deny it.

Is there no-one who
would want her things?

I don't know.

What is it?

Anything you think
of might help me.

When I first met her, she
was really positive, you know?

Really excited
about the future but...

..After a couple of months
she changed, she was different.

Always sneaking
in and out, secretive.

(Murmur of conversation)

It was always as if she
was waiting for something.

Like every time the phone
rang, she'd look towards it

like she was hoping
for something to happen.

I knew something was
wrong, I just didn't know what.

I'll never know now, will I?

(Distorted singing)

(Gulls cry)

(Reads) Howard
house library 1964.

Etiquette: All you need to
know about home entertaining?

Dear sir, I have enclosed
a photograph of myself.

Louise: I would like to apply for
the position of personal assistant

I am presently working for a
dental practice but have always

wanted to travel and
as I have no dependants,

this would not be a problem.

I am able type but do not
have shorthand experience.

..Working. Reliable
and hardworking.

Please contact me
on the number above.

I look forward to
hearing from you.

(Distorted singing)

(Gasps)

Is he in yet?

Oh, yes. I think he
spent the night here.

Barbara, you were trying to
trace the advert in the paper, right?

Well, this might help. Found it
in Louise pennel's belongings.

This is part of her job
application. That's her suitcase.

Meant to bring it in last night.

Barbara, guv wants a
bacon roll. What's this?

It's Louise pennel's suitcase.

Barbara: She just brought
it in. It stinks of mothballs.

I'm not bagging and
tagging all that lot.

Get lost! (Chuckles)

I couldn't believe
it when I saw it.

Elizabeth short.
She was 22 years old

and was murdered in
Los Angeles in 1947.

Her killer was never found. It
was called the black Dahlia case.

Sorry.

Just look at these
mortuary shots.

Awful.

There are even more photographs,

describing the exact
way that she was found,

and a detailed description of
the man that they were hunting.

There's even a sketch somewhere.

(Whistles through
teeth) Give me a minute.

This la killer sent anonymous
letters to a reporter.

Louise pennel's body was
placed in exactly the same way.

A few years ago there was a
book out written by a detective

who claimed that his
own father was the killer.

He worked for the
la homicide team.

The suspect? No, no, his
father - he was a surgeon -

he was the police
officer. Look, it's here.

Give me some breathing space.

(Sighs)

I'm still loathe to go to
the press with more details.

It's just that there
were two other murders.

If he is copying
the black Dahlia,

he could go the whole
way and kill again.

They never released details
of how - (Knock at door)

Yes!
- The Yorkshire ripper killed.

Bacon roll, sir, no
tomato. Thank you.

Well, maybe they should have
done, he murdered 11 women.

If we give the press anything
near the details of this case,

it will create mayhem.

(Noisy chatter)

Right, settle down, everybody.

Settle down, this
will just take a minute.

Anna, Howard house
was a children's home.

It closed down
about five years ago.

From the library book we were able
to check out a mrs f pennel in margate.

Relation? I couldn't speak to
her. She's elderly and bedridden.

But her housekeeper,
a Joyce Hughes,

says she thinks she's
our victim's grandmother.

Sorry, sir, I was just
giving the margate update.

Travis, don't bother
phoning, just get down there.

In the meantime, have we had
any joy in tracing this bloody advert?

Train timetable.

I don't know, you get all the
perks, nice little trip to the seaside.

Barbara! No luck,
sir, but I thinking

of applying for a
job on a cruise ship.

Yeah, very funny.

We find who placed this advert, I reckon it will
lead us to the only suspect we have, so come on!

Move your arses.

Travis.

I hope this little trip to
margate proves worthwhile.

Is it all right if I go straight
home afterwards, sir?

Why? Have you got
a date or something?

I'll call you if I
find anything.

(Gulls cry)

Mrs Hughes? I'm Travis.

Follow me.

Mrs pennel is expecting
you. She may be sleeping.

Have you worked for
mrs pennel long? 12 years.

There used to be other
staff but now it's just me.

Give me a minute.

Florence.

The lady's here to see you.

Florence!

There's a bell by the door. If
you'll ring it when you're leaving,

I'll be downstairs
in the kitchen.

(Hums softly)

Mrs pennel.

Sit down, dear.

Have you been offered a
drink? Er, no. I'm fine, thank you.

Do you mind if I
take my coat off?

There's a gin and
tonic on the dresser.

Are you from the
social services?

No, I'm here to ask you about a
young woman called Louise pennel.

Mrs pennel, Louise was murdered.

Mrs pennel.

This is a photograph of her.

Do you mind taking a look at it
and telling me if you knew her?

Is it Raymond's daughter?

Who's Raymond?

My son!

That's him over there.

This is your son? He
married a terrible woman.

A hairdresser.

He died of a burst appendix.

If she'd had a brain, she'd
have called an ambulance!

But she let him die.

Heather!

Her name was Heather.

Mrs pennel, I'm here because i'm
investigating the murder of Louise.

I need to know if she was here.

Or if she was with anyone.

Yes!

I'm sorry? I said yes. Yes, yes.

My son, I would have helped.

But not that woman!

With her bleached hair,
common voice, cheap perfume.

She was to blame.

She killed him.

She can go on
like this for hours.

The same thing over and over.

Do you want a cup of tea?

Yes, please.

How does she live in that heat?

(Liquid pours)

I should have warned you
not to bring up Raymond.

She's 94 and I think her
venom is what keeps her alive.

Did you know her son?
No, before my time.

Lot of gossip about him. Caught
with young boys up on the sand dunes.

Then apparently he met this
hairdresser and wanted to marry her.

But mrs pennel
wouldn't hear of it.

Cut him off. I think
she was pregnant.

Doubt if it was his. That
would be Louise, the child?

I think that was her
name. I only met her once.

Is this mrs pennel's house? Yes.

I'm Louise, I'm
her granddaughter.

I'm sorry?

My name's Louise pennel,
I want to see my grandma.

If you're speaking about mrs
pennel, I'm sorry, she can't see you.

'It was last September.
Nine months ago.'

I don't know who you are, but
I've come a really long way...

'I think she was after money. I'd say Florence
is worth a few hundred thousand, probably more.'

well, I'm going to answer this advert
in the paper for a personal assistant.

He's very wealthy.
He's a writer.

And he travels a lot, so
I've got to get a passport.

If he says he wants to meet me,

well, I haven't got
the right clothes.

There's wardrobes full of good
quality clothes that'll never be worn.

So I went upstairs
and got them for her.

Anything else?

I'd been sitting here polishing
the silver when she turned up.

After she'd gone, I noticed
a few things missing.

A candlestick holder.

Ok, well, I'm going
to need a description.

Oh.

Will I get into trouble?

Mrs pennel: I know Raymond
took my jewellery for that whore!

And I never pressed charges.

Sad, isn't it? And I
could have done...

All this money and
this huge house

and she came begging
and then gets killed.

(Distorted singing)

(Gulls cry)

I don't know how good the food is but I thought go
local, then you can invite me in for coffee after.

Really? I've never
been here before.

Always a good idea to
check out your local eateries.

You can get legless
and totter home.

Ok, I'm going to have the chicken
liver to start and the meatballs for main.

Are you having a
starter? Yeah, I'm starving.

I'll have the avocado salad
and the lamb tagine, please.

Did you get all that?
Yep. Thank you.

We got a breakthrough
on the missing boy.

They found his body
in highgate cemetery.

Stuffed into a half-dug
grave. Oh, god, I'm sorry.

It's really hard to keep your distance
emotionally when there's children involved.

It's the peripheral things
that take it out of you.

The poor mother couldn't
speak, was in total shock.

My editor rings me and says, get
her to talk about the way she feels.

Sorry, sorry, I didn't
want to get into it.

But that was why I
was late picking you up.

It's ok, I'd just got back
from margate, anyway.

Margate? What were you
doing there? Making enquiries.

About what?

No, I shouldn't really
talk to you about it.

Anna, we're just having
a nice, friendly dinner.

I'm not trying to pump
you for information.

I don't suppose you've received
any more anonymous letters.

No, but I've been away
from my desk all afternoon.

Were the letters... were they
addressed to you personally?

Only in the original
black Dahlia case,

their suspect specifically
chose the journalist.

No, they were
just in the mail bag.

So, what, you're linking
the two cases now, are you?

Are you married?
Swift change of subject!

No, I was. We
broke up a year ago.

You have kids? No. We had a
parrot. But her mother's adopted it.

Ah, good man!

Thanks.

Another bottle of
the Merlot. Thanks.

Do you think your killer
had medical training?

I know you're not telling the
press any of the grisly details

but after you left I looked up
Elizabeth short's murder on the Internet.

If this Louise pennel's
case is similar,

it makes my hair
stand up on end.

What's up?

It's my boss.

Excuse me a minute.

Hi.

Surprise.

Or maybe not. This
has to be your local.

I come here a lot.
First time for me.

This is dci Langton. This is -
Richard Reynolds, nice to meet you.

Dick.

Enjoy your dinner.

Sh... and that's his boss.

Why don't we just get
coffee back at your place?

(Sighs) You ready?

Anna, do you mind if I take
a rain check on that coffee?

It's just that I have to be up
at the crack of dawn tomorrow

and I'll need to do a
follow-up on that poor kid.

Oh, that's fine.

Uh... bill, please.

Wait, hang on, let me give
- no, no, no, this is on me.

Are you ok?

Yeah, just wish I hadn't been
clocked by my boss, that's all.

Can we do this again?
And at a different restaurant?

Yeah, I'd like that.

Er... that bloke you were with
last night, the journalist. Yeah.

I hope he wasn't pumping
you for information.

No, he's just an old
friend, sir. Really?

Keep your mouth
shut around him, right?

When we want the press
involved, we rope them in.

Don't go spilling beans
they're not privy to.

I wouldn't do that, sir.

How old a friend is he? I've
known him for quite a while.

They're all the same
as far as i'm concerned.

Just be careful
what you say to him.

I will, but thank
you for the advice.

Hey, don't get shirty with me.

All right, listen up, everybody.
If we have a copycat killer,

we need to be one
step ahead of him,

and I want you to pay
particular attention to this.

This is the LAPD sketch
from 1947, the suspect.

Now, the only description we have of
our suspect comes from Sharon bilkin

and the landlady mrs Jenkins,
so let's see how they match up.

Tall, about six
feet, possibly more.

Wore a long dark coat,
we can put this drawing out -

sir, it's the crime
desk at the telegraph,

they reckon they've had
a phone call from the killer.

Who am I talking to?

Mr Reynolds, I will be very grateful if
you'd bring in a tape recording immediately.

Did he ask for you personally?

Yes, but I didn't record that,
as it came via the switchboard.

It's exactly the
same - let's hear it.

Well, mr Reynolds, I congratulate you on what
your newspaper's done on the red Dahlia case.

You seem to have gone silent
on it. Have you run out of material?

I wouldn't say that.

Maybe I can provide
some assistance...

A bit muffled here. Ssh!

I'll tell you what
I'll do, I'll send you

some of Louise
pennel's personal things

that she had with her when
she, shall we say, disappeared.

When will I get them?

Oh, within the next day or so.

See how far you
can get with them.

Now I have to say goodbye,
you maybe trying to trace the call.

He cut me off.

(It's almost identical to the call
made in the black Dahlia case.)

Travis! Mr Reynolds, I do not
want the contents of this call

printed in your newspaper
or any reference to it.

We'll send it over to the lab, it
may be vital evidence. Play it again.

(Click) Well, mr Reynolds,
I congratulate you

on what your newspaper's
done on the red Dahlia case.

You seem to have gone
silent... (Door clangs)

Have you got anything?

It's a middle-aged male. It doesn't sound
as if he's attempting to disguise his voice.

Educated, confident.
Slightly upper-crust intonation.

Is that it?

It's muffled, indistinct, and little
background noise to pinpoint location.

This type of phonetic analysis
is very time consuming.

It requires painstaking
preparations of speech samples

and close observation of
acoustics and characteristics.

So, what do we do?

Shove our thumbs up our arses
because it could take, what, days?

Weeks?

Mike, Mike. I'm
working on the adverts,

I've been scrolling through them

and this one ticks
the right boxes.

Novelist seeking a pa with
shorthand and typing experience

and willingness to travel
worldwide at a moment's notice.

No previous experience required.

Applicants are to be between 20 to 30
years old, attractive and well dressed.

The dates fit. Ad was
withdrawn six months ago.

And?

It was paid for in postal orders bought in different
post offices, one in slough one in charing cross.

He's covering his tracks.

Can you please
look at this sketch

and tell me if it resembles the
man that came to call for Louise?

Oh, similar.

After you left, I had
a good think about it

and I've remembered
something. It might be nothing.

But he held his
left hand to his face.

Like this.

Maybe he didn't want
me to see him clearly,

but I remembered he was wearing
a very distinctive ring, quite large

with a carnelian stone, I think.

It's a bit like him, but I
never really had a good look.

Whoever it was, Louise
was scared of him.

Why do you say that?

The way she acted when
she was going to see him,

and she told me that he
didn't like her to dress sexy.

Demure, that was the word she
used, he liked her to dress demure.

But on the night
we last went out

it was like she was expecting
him cos she didn't want to come.

Did she get a phone call or something
that made her change her mind?

I don't know. She might have
done while I was in the bath.

But she didn't wear her
own clothes, she was in mine.

Not demure, then?

No.

But she put on that
red coat that she had.

She was wearing this red
strapless dress with sequins -

with the pink sequined
bag, that was mine.

Do you think she was
hoping to see him in the club?

Don't know. Well, maybe she
wanted to dress sexy to put him off.

I'm having my nails
done this morning.

There's no bank account,
no post office savings.

She gets 150 quid a week
from the dental surgery

but she pays Sharon
120 quid in rent each week

so that doesn't leave much
to live on, though, does it?

But there is the
cash in the boot.

But there's no trace of the red
coat, 40s style with a velvet collar.

Skirts, blouses.

The suitcase reeks of mothballs.

You heard we traced the adverts?

Well, the bad news is that the postal box and
the number listed for applicants to call...

It's drawn a blank so far.
It's a pay-as-you-go mobile.

Right, I'm off home.
Joan's already gone.

Right. Wait, but you can
still trace the calls made to it.

We have done that, haven't we?

I'll do it, I'll do it.

Is the boss in? These
were delivered to reception.

Reads: Dahlia's killer
cracking, wants terms.

The la examiner received
an almost identical letter, sir.

He's a copycat. That's
bloody obvious, Paul.

Dci Langton, I will give up on the Dahlia
killing if I get ten years. Don't try to find me.

Ok, take a break,
recharge your batteries.

Go on, get out.
I'll deal with these.

(Phone rings)

Dci Langton. Yes.

About time. I'll send
someone over to pick them up.

Yeah, and this is a murder
enquiry that takes precedence

over a few starlets getting
drunk on champagne. Thank you.

The club's releasing the
cctv footage. Get over there.

You here about that murdered
girl? Were you not questioned?

Nah, I'm part-time nights.
Well, this shouldn't take too long.

Look at these photos.
She didn't leave me a tip.

I'm sorry?

The coat didn't
fit. Old fashioned.

I remember it because
my mum had one.

You took her coat. Yeah.

I hung it on the rail at
the back. Our system.

The early birds are usually
the ones that stay very late.

This is a sketch of the man we're
trying to trace. You ever seen him?

Hm, I don't know if it
was him. Sort of similar.

In the club? No, outside in the
alley. We nip out there for a smoke.

Right, let's take a
look out the back.

He was parked opposite. Cars
think they can park here at night

and the wardens
have a field day.

You saw him? I
didn't get a close look.

He was sitting in his car. Do
you know what make it was?

A big car. A 4x4, maybe.
Very dark, but shiny, clean.

He got out when she came
up to the passenger side.

He said something
and then she got in.

And the man looked like the
one in the sketch. Sort of, yeah.

Older looking, thin faced,
tall. He had this long dark coat.

I'd better get back. There'll
be coats up the ying-Yang!

Is there anything
else you remember?

That other girl. They
came in together.

She's often here.
Naughty one, she is.

But she didn't stay more than
an hour. They were having a row.

I'm not your bloody
babysitter, I'm leaving!

I haven't got any money,
Sharon! You never have, do you?

Here, and this time
you can pay me back.

Why haven't you come
forward with this before?

I didn't think it meant anything,
really. Doesn't, does it?

Doreen, you've been
very helpful. Thank you.

Is there a reward?

Reads: Lp deserved to die,
another victim will pay the same price.

The body of a white female's
been discovered in a field off the a4.

The body's covered
in a red coat.

Are we going to bed?

You're investigating a brutal
murder, you know the rules

and you've broken them.

Third time this woman's called. Sounds
scared but says she knows who the killer is.

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

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