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♪ It's all right ♪

♪ it's okay ♪

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

♪ it's all right ♪

♪ I say, it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's all right ♪

♪ doing fine ♪

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

♪ it's all right ♪

♪ I say, it's okay ♪

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

[Soft jazz music]

So, what's his name?

Dan gryphon.

Nope, never heard of him.

Where's he from?

Near London, somewhere.

Near London?

Sussex, no surrey.

How old is he?

Er, 52.

52?

Yeah, he's only just retired.

But he's been with the met, 30 years.

I like him.

You like marmite.

I like marmite.

But why are we meeting him in soho?

Well, I thought he might as well get stuck straight in.

And the murder case that strickland wants to brief us on,

took place here.

What, battered to death with an almond croissant?

Grow up.

[Soft jazz music]

[Strickland] The new guy gryphon, is he meeting us here?

[Sandra] Yes, at nine.

You definitely told gryphon nine?

That's what your office told me.

Yeah, well we can't wait any longer.

Thank you, sir.

- Cheers. - Thank you, bye bye.

- Ta. - Bye, now.

[Waiter] Bye bye.

What, a million, a million and a half?

And the rest.

I know this room, I must have been here some time before.

Yeah, in your dreams.

Well 20 years ago, a business man named James hockney

was found battered to death, right here.

He was involved with a jazz singer, called Angela gold.

She always denied being here on the night,

but hockney had had sex.

And gold's DNA was all over the place.

Plus, a letter she wrote was found on the body.

And although the murder weapon was never found,

it looked like an open and shut case.

Except gold's qc was Margaret atcherson.

Ho ho, bloody hell.

Yeah, quite.

Gold got off, the murder squad were furious.

They knew she'd done it.

And what are we doing here?

10 days ago, James hockney's daughter Sara

came forward with what she claims is new evidence.

Sara was born seven months after James hockney died,

but recently she had her DNA tested.

And compared to her father's.

The results prove

that James hockney was not her real father.

Sara confronted her mother, who told her it was rubbish.

Next thing we know,

Sara comes in and says that she thinks her mother

was involved in her non-dad's murder.

So we're reopening a cast iron murder case,

because of a dippy bird who doesn't like her mum?

No, we're reopening the case

because we tested the original DNA sample,

and it turns out Sara was right.

James hockney's not her real father.

Which means-

that he mum was having an affair,

at the time he was murdered.

So, she's not the victims wife anymore.

She's our prime suspect.

The murder squad are less than delighted.

Not least, because Sara's threatened to go to the papers.

The papers, why?

This case is notorious for another reason.

James hockney was married to a Jane Harlow.

Oh, Jane Harlow?

Jane and Jim!

That wasn't James hockney down there.

That was gentleman Jim hockney.

[Jim and Jane groaning]

She's amazing, isn't she?

Amazingly noisy.

And that's Jim, yeah?

Yeah, yeah.

Not being much of a gentleman there, is he?

A rod father, a last bango in Paris.

The shlong good Friday?

I've got one these that Jane isn't in,

there's this other fantastic bird!

Gerry, how many have you got?

Oh, er five, six...

17.

From when you were in vice?

Yeah, well they just got passed round didn't they?

Till they got to you, you mean.

Look, Jane Harlow.

A living legend!

Yeah, I can see why.

[Jane and Jim groaning]

Good afternoon.

Dan.

Some sort of bonding session?

Evidence.

Where have you been?

Where the dac's office told me to be.

[Phone ringing]

Wrong place, wrong time.

Strickland's office.

Dan gryphon.

- This is Gerry standing. - Hello, mate.

- Steve mcandrew. - Good one.

Ah, sorry about the mix up.

Not at all, par for the course.

Er, were just watching this-

Jane Harlow, 80's porn star.

Married to gentleman Jim hockney.

Which was very smart of him.

Given how the women are the big earners in porn.

Yeah, happy days.

Allegedly.

And smart enough to realise that it wasn't gonna last.

Well, the Internet comes along.

The next thing you know,

you've got 18 year old college girls

and 60 years old grannies, doing it for nothing.

Hockney got out, just in time.

And into nightclubs and pubs.

Fruit machines, that's where the big money was.

Ended up cornering the London market, very astute.

Till he got murdered.

Frailty thy name is woman, eh?

Angela gold?

Presume that's who you're looking at?

What, you know a bit about this case do ya?

Yeah, I started as a beat officer in soho.

Yeah, me too.

Good old 70's.

Before my time.

Angela gold, yeah...

I remember.

Singer.

Murder squad had her signed and sealed.

And then she walked.

So did her career.

[Phone ringing]

She had a record deal all lined up.

Her live gigs start to dry up.

Her manager dumps her, and that's that.

Mcandrew.

So, why has the case been reopened?

Jim hockney's daughter, Sara.

Thinks her mother might have something to do

with her father's death.

Yeah I'll let her know, thank you.

Talk of the devil.

Sara hockney's upstairs.

Oh good, I asked her to come in.

Dan, Steve will fill you in on the case and show you around.

And after that, you might as well pitch right in.

Gerry, I'll see you in the interview room.

Don't you wear those out.

All my life, I knew things weren't right.

That's what I had the DNA test done.

Sara, all the test means...

Why else would she send me away to school?

You've no idea what it was like.

Every day some bitch saying, your mum's a whore.

You're dad's a freak.

I mean porn stars, for god sake.

She put me there because every time she looked at me,

I reminded her of what she'd done.

Her and her lover.

Look, just because your mother

was pregnant by someone else.

Doesn't automatically mean-

what, that she was a murderer?

No?

She was unfaithful, and she lied.

Why?

Jim wasn't exactly faithful, either.

Yeah but he didn't kill her, did he?

You know who I want to talk to?

That Angela gold.

I'd love to see what she says,

because I bet she knows the real story.

No, please don't do that.

You're just like my mother.

You don't want the truth to come out, do you?

Sara-

what she did, is wrong.

Now I don't wanna talk to you again,

until you've got something worth talking about.

We better get Steve and the new boy,

to try and find Angela gold.

I don't want her crashing in on her, first.

Let's go and talk to Jane Harlow.

I'm sorry Sara's dragged all this up,

it's very selfish of her.

But then that's my fault.

I only wanted the best for her.

But doing that, I've spoiled her.

1993...

May be a long time ago, but the memories are still raw.

Jane, you failed to disclose the fact

that you were having an affair,

at the time your husband was killed.

I was at a party, the night Jim died.

I'll never forget the police coming in,

to tell me he'd been found.

One of them was very solicitous.

Very kind.

And then he asked me for my autograph.

Jane, could you tell me who Sara's real father is?

I'm sorry...

But have we met before?

Me?

No...

No sadly not, no.

And I would definitely remember.

Yeah uh, Sara's real father?

Who is he?

I don't know.

There were several men.

Lots.

In fact, lots and lots.

Okay, how about a list of names?

I don't have their names.

What, none of them?

- Please. - No.

I'm sorry.

Jane, I think you're lying.

And that leads me to believe the what Sara is claiming,

has something going for it.

I want those names, understood?

I think all the bloods and tissues are going to the labs.

Mm, some of this can go too.

See if they can pick up stuff

they wouldn't have found back then.

What's with the bag by the way, what do you play?

Oh, that's just my swimming gear.

Do a couple of miles each morning.

Two miles?

So, what made you apply to ucos?

I don't know.

Couldn't get used to all that time on my hands.

Needed to get out the house.

Out from under the wife, eh?

Disc copy demo.

Museum piece.

Nice to see a bit of vinyl.

♪ Now you say you're lonely ♪

♪ you cried the long night through ♪

♪ well you can cry me a river ♪

♪ cry me a river ♪

♪ I cried a river over you ♪

- Wow. - Blimey.

What a voice!

It was in the evidence box.

Special pressing, Jim hockney had made.

We got an address for her yet?

Nah, she seems to have vanished.

Angela gold, singer.

But then, murder trial.

Popular victim.

Sounds like zero career prospects to me.

I reckon she's adopted a pseudonym.

Or, changed her name.

Can we get a copy of this?

Sure, I can burn us all a cd.

Oh look, erm...

Piano arranged and performed by Simon pennyman.

Angela gold is represented by golden artists.

Simon pennyman was Angela's regular pianist,

so maybe they kept in touch.

Golden is Kevin Ellison.

Used to manage a lot of jazz musicians.

How'd you know that?

I know a bit about jazz.

Well she might be a murderer, but she can certainly sing.

Angela gold.

Don't talk to me about Angela gold.

That might be slightly problematic,

given it's the sole reason we're here.

You're obviously still very annoyed.

I wasted a lot of time and money on that woman.

How long and how much, exactly?

More than you'll ever earn.

Musicians, studio hire, backing singers.

And what does she do?

Throws it all away, by knocking off a porn star.

Porn star maybe, but a gentleman.

Gentleman Jim hockney.

You knew him?

Everybody did, soho legend.

Charming, elegant, a delight.

Did Angela think so?

Up until she killed him.

You're pretty sure she did kill him, then?

I know she did.

I sat through half the trial.

In the end I had to stop going, it was too painful.

Financially?

Temperamentally.

She's why I got out of jazz.

Opera divas may be a pain in the arse,

but they don't go off their nut in the old Bailey.

Do you mind if I just recheck with you, Mr. Ellison.

Where you were the night Jim died?

You saying you think I'm a suspect?

You can't be serious.

Hang on, I'll check.

Yes, she's serious.

Park Lane, Hilton.

I told your people this.

Big awards do.

The big awards do, no don't know that one.

And afterwards, you dropped Angela.

You stopped being her manager?

Manage what?

She was dead in the water.

It was over, finished.

And you've never seen her since?

Not in 20 years, for which I'm eternally grateful.

Do you have any idea where she might be?

We can't seem to locate her.

Ask me if I'm bothered.

Are you bothered?

Is he on drugs?

Nice man.

I thought so.

You started it.

I do understand, though.

I mean, she must have cost him a lot of dosh.

Nothing to do with money.

Angela was an attractive girl,

and I think he tried it on with her.

Never mind she was getting it on with an ex-porn star,

who could manage it 10 times a night.

She'd rather shag mud, than Kevin Ellison.

Of course, that's only my opinion.

Anyway, now we've got to go and see Colin,

Jim hockney's brother.

Also his accountant.

Er no, I can't I'm afraid.

I'm off.

We don't generally stick to a nine to five, you know.

I do, it's in my contract.

- Simon pennyman? - Yeah?

Gerry standing, Steve mcandrew.

Unsolved crime and open case squad.

Look, I'm very busy.

So are we.

All day.

Just give me a minute.

Can't hear the traffic in here at all, can you?

Well, be pointless if you could, wouldn't it?

[Laughs] Well, that's true.

It's this sound proofing, isn't it?

Very spongy stuff...

- Oh, have a look! - What?

Ian Anderson, from Jethro tull!

Ah fantastic, yeah of course it is.

Eh, do you know him?

I didn't know he played guitar.

Yeah but remember, who used to play the foot on his-

that's right, yeah.

All right!

Pack it in.

Ask me what you need to ask, and then just go.

Angela gold, where is she?

Haven't seen her for ages.

But you have seen her.

I used to, occasionally.

- Got an address? - No.

After the trial, her life went into meltdown.

I used to help her out with bits of session work,

but I don't think that seeing me was really helpful.

Reopening the case might be helpful.

Do me a favour.

You don't give a monkey's about Angela.

Whoa, whoa, listen mate.

No you listen, mate.

Angela was a great woman, with a fabulous voice.

Who just happened to batter somebody to death.

Oh, oh so the jury didn't find her innocent then?

Most people thought she was lucky to get off.

Most people never knew her, or him.

Not a great fan of gentleman James, then?

All smarm and charm.

Angela fell for it, but I never did.

But you did know him, then?

No, I never knew him.

He came round here once, looking for Angela.

But...

We never clicked.

The night Jim was murdered,

you and Angela were supposed to be performing.

Yeah, Ronnie Scotts.

Angela cancelled, and I ended up back here with Roberto.

And Roberto was?

My boyfriend, yes.

And thank to you lot, after he confirmed my alibi.

You had him deported.

Now if you don't mind.

I have an upbeat, heartwarming jingle to finish.

Bye!

[Light jazz music]

Ah, soho was just one big bloody playground.

Now it's all gone sanitised.

But to be honest,

I am glad you're looking into my brother's case.

Maybe you'll get the right result, this time.

Did you know Angela gold?

No, I made a point of not knowing about Jim's affairs.

Affairs?

[Laughs] I don't mean literally.

- Business. - Oh.

So when Jim died,

I understand that everything was split 50/50

between you and Jane.

What happened to his company?

I bought Jane out.

She was glad to be shot of it.

Me too, as it happens.

Why was that?

Well like I said, everything was changing you know.

I sold it on to a city consortium.

It was a good deal.

You know, left me able to do the things I really care about.

You, erm...

You think that Angela gold killed him?

Yeah, course she did.

Why?

Well, Jim was never gonna leave Jane.

Who he loved, you know.

Especially once he knew she was pregnant.

Jealousy.

Silly tart couldn't hack it.

So he loved Jane, but not enough to stop himself

from having an affair.

Yeah, well.

I think he was stopping it, and that's why she killed him.

I mean Jim, he...

He had his faults, but he loved Jane.

And he certainly never deserved to die, the way he did.

Did Jane know about Angela?

Right, cause if she did.

Maybe that's why she took other lovers.

No, no, no, there was no one else.

She was mad about Jim.

No, there was no one else.

There must been, cause Sara isn't Jim's daughter.

DNA tests prove it.

In fact, Jane herself admits

that she doesn't know who Sara's father is.

Cause she's slept with too many men.

Nah, nah.

That's not true.

No, I know the real Jane.

She was mad about Jim, there was no long line of lovers.

She's lying.

- Two miles a day, swimming? - Yep.

Nah, this don't sit right.

You know he's only 52?

So, what?

Well, 52?

First Jack, then Brian.

Do you think it's deliberate?

How old are you, anyway?

How old are you?

And not only that, I reckon he's a mole.

What?

I mean, who got the hump

when we were first looking at this case.

Who did strickland say, were totally miffed?

- Murder squad? - Yeah!

[Light jazz music]

Hello gorgeous!

Holly?

Holly?

There you are!

Hey!

So...

Come on then, how'd it go?

First day back at school.

Late, they sent me to the wrong place.

Oh, excellent.

Yeah, yeah, first rate.

And they've no idea what to make of me.

Not a unique club?

You be quiet.

What, would you rather I was quiet or good?

You have never, ever been good.

She sound like a murderer to you?

Don't know, what do murderers sound like?

Very good point.

So?

Real, very real.

Truthful, like really, really unhappy.

Not just the words, the interpretation but...

Bloody hell, miserable cow isn't she?

Angela gold.

I saw her once, festival hall.

It was packed.

She was very nervous.

And she blew everyone else of the stage.

We can't trace her.

She has a voice, really good singer.

She'll always be a singer.

Will you be all right for say, an hour?

Sure.

How long have you two been here?

- This is our first one. - Yeah.

How'd you get on?

Well, still no sign of Angela.

But that Simon bloke says, they're not in touch.

Yeah, same with Kevin Ellison.

He says he hasn't seen her since the trial.

What about the brother, Colin?

Well he sold Jim's company pretty sharpish,

after Jim died.

But he also reckons that Jane is lying.

And that there never was any string of lovers.

She wouldn't be likely to tell him though, would she?

How's Dan getting on?

Fine.

Yeah, fine.

Something's happened, he's done something.

Where you going?

I'm going home.

I'm knackered, Gerry.

- Night, gov. - Night.

Oh sod it, I've run out of fags.

- Good. - I've got some in my desk.

I'll see you in a sec.

[Footsteps tapping]

Oh, hi.

What are you doing here?

Thought you'd finished at five.

Angela gold was in the musicians union.

I've tracked her down, using her membership number.

Now it's still there, same date of birth.

But now, it belongs to an Anne gould.

- Anne? - Angela's real name.

Before she changed it, to make it sound more showbiz.

Well, she's changed it back.

And the good news is, Angela is still around.

Around Shepherd's bush, as it happens.

How about you, found anything?

No.

Nothing.

Did you know gryphon went back to the office, tonight?

And guess what, he's tracked down Angela gold.

Now, Anne gould.

Yeah, tracked them down through the musicians union.

That was clever.

Oh yeah, that was clever.

And did you also know, that he's been in the murder squad?

Course I did.

Well, no wonder he remembered the case.

He wasn't there when Jim hockney died.

No, but I bet he knows a man who was.

Gerry, paranoia.

No Sandra, that was Brian.

And he's not with us anymore ether, is he?

What are you talking about?

Jack, 70 something.

Brian, 60 something.

Gryphon...

52, you getting it now?

No, but I'm getting is a pain in the arse,

listening to you.

Well presumably, you wanna get rid of me next.

Today I do, yeah.

Tomorrow, I want you and Dan

to spend a nice time together in the office.

Get to know each other.

Oh and Gerry?

Brian recommended him.

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

[Doorbell ringing]

- Yes? - Anne gould?

Yes?

Detective superintendent Pullman,

from the unsolved crime and open case squad.

- So you still sing? - No.

I eke out a living, teaching singing.

And now you want to torture me, all over again.

We just want to find out what really happened, that night.

Well, how do I know?

I wasn't there.

You cancelled a gig.

Yeah, well...

I said I'd lost my voice.

The truth is, I was so doped up on anti-depressants,

I could barely see.

Let alone cross town into soho.

So how'd you explain the letter?

Look, Jim was the love of my life.

He made you believe,

you were the only person in the world that mattered.

But in the end I realised,

he was never gonna leave his wife.

So that morning, I went round.

Posted it through the letterbox, and went home.

And then my, er...

I took more pills than I should have done.

Next thing I know, the police are in my flat arresting me.

Did Jane Harlow know about you?

No.

Jim would never have told her.

Look, what's the point of all this?

You people don't believe me, you never did.

I'd like you to leave.

[Light jazz music]

So, do you lot all just swap desks from time to time?

No.

No, this used to be Jack halford's desk.

Cause he was the senior investigator.

And now it's mine.

-Cause I'm the senior- -investigator.

- Oh, hello. - Found something?

Yeah.

In 92, 93, a company called greenbow,

tried to buy out Jim hockney's company.

Which was called majan.

Tried to buy it three times,

and each time it was knocked back.

But then, Jim dies.

And four months later, his brother Colin

flogs it to greenbow, for 18 million.

Which is less than the initial offer.

Greenbow, that's Gavin reason's company.

Mad gav?

You're kidding.

Greenbow, UK.

Ceo, Gavin reason.

Yeah, but isn't there something about company directors

not having a criminal record?

Obviously not.

I know he's been up for a load.

Gbh, abh, even attempted murder.

But he only ever got collared, once.

And even then, it was just a suspended with a fine.

You seemed to remember that a bit quickly.

Sorry?

Too bloody quickly.

Do you know what I think?

I think you're a fifth columnist.

[Dan laughing]

Find that amusing, do ya?

Fifth columnist comes from the Spanish civil war.

General mola advancing on Madrid, with four columns.

Called his supporters inside the city, his fifth column.

Is that me, Gerry?

Am I inside your city?

Don't you get smart with me!

Murder squad put you in here, didn't they eh?

Put in here to do a number on us.

[Gerry screaming]

Hi.

I was just showing Gerry something that happened,

when I was in diplomatic protection.

Save it for the pub.

You were in dp?

Only for a bit.

Too boring.

So how'd it go, d'ya find her?

Well, she's good singer.

Now, she's a bloody good actress.

She's angry, very.

And upset.

So she should be, she knows she could be tried again.

She's putting on a really good front.

Well, maybe it's not a front.

Maybe Sara was right about her mum.

How can she be?

Jane was at a party all night, remember?

Jane Harlow was pregnant, and not by Jim.

She was a porn star, she lied.

You have to at least consider the possibility,

that Angela gold may not have done it.

Yeah, and you need to consider the possibility,

you haven't actually met her.

I never met Dreyfus,

but apparently he was innocent as well.

What?

[Phone ringing]

Yeah hi, mcandrew.

Colin hockney sold Jim's company to Gavin reason.

Mad gav?

No.

Okay, yeah.

Yeah, I'll let them know.

That was the labs.

They've just come up with a match to Sara's DNA,

on the national criminal database.

Her real dad's on record.

- Name? - Gavin reason.

Jim hockney?

- He's very dead. - Very.

Your company greenbow's just around the corner,

from where he was murdered.

Yeah, we're like neighbours.

And you bought Mr. Hockney's company, eventually.

So?

So, where were you the night he was killed?

Why you asking?

It's procedure, Mr. Reason.

Fair enough.

Upton park, watching west ham.

How come you remember that so easily?

Well a, because we won.

And b, because when I heard hockney got stiffed,

I cracked open a bottle of champagne.

Who was at the game with you?

30,000 other people.

I can give you most of their names, if you really want.

Are you sure it was upton park, if 30,000 were there?

A word to the wise.

Do not take the piss out the irons.

I don't have to.

They do that every time they step on the pitch.

Do I know you?

Do you know Jane Harlow?

[Laughs] Didn't everybody?

Ever have a relationship with her?

Yeah, I watched her.

On video, a few times.

On my own.

[Laughs] Does that count?

The first time you offered to buy Jim hockney's company,

he told you to stuff it, yeah?

Ah...

I see, I see, I see.

So, I murder him?

Is that what you reckon? [Laughs]

I know the met's facing cutbacks,

but is that the best you can come up with?

You have a history of not taking rejection well.

Well...

Jim hockney.

Pubs, porn and fruit machines?

Please.

You bought his pubs.

Yeah, to create all this.

You take a look around.

See any one-armed bandits?

Hookers, men in macs?

No, because greenbow...

Stands for members only.

Cocktail bars, niche restaurants.

Boutique hotels, that's boutique with a q.

Jim hockney.

He stood for dull, dirty, decrepit.

Wanted to keep soho like a museum,

he was a bleeding dinosaur.

Yeah, and with a little help

he suddenly became extinct, yeah?

That's what happens, when the climate changes.

Adapt or die, that's life.

No DNA, that's life.

DNA, what's that mean?

You don't know anything?

Deoxyribonucleic acid.

Oo...

Get you.

I doubt it.

But you did get Jim's wife pregnant.

Says who?

Me, apparently.

Sara hockney, Jim and Jane's girl?

That's where the DNA comes in.

She's not Jim's daughter, she's yours.

That's bullshit, I ain't got no kids.

You have now.

Welcome to parenthood.

I've got a daughter?

Why didn't Jane tell me!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

You can't tell him that!

Gavin reason?

Correct.

No...

I don't...

Jane, you were at school with him.

Colin hockney told me, that you adored Jim.

That there was never any string of lovers.

But clearly, there was one.

This is nothing to do with Jim's death.

Jane, you were pregnant.

By the man your husband knocked back,

when he tried to buy his company

for millions, and millions of pounds.

Gavin didn't kill Jim, she did.

Look, you might know Gavin as a lover.

I know him as a psychopath.

You have no idea what you're talking about.

No, okay how about this?

You found out that Jim was having an affair.

And you took revenge, by sleeping with his worst enemy.

Except you went too far.

Jim found out-

Jim didn't know anything, because Jim didn't care.

You think Angela gold was the only one?

There were masses.

He was empty, empty and cruel.

Yes...

I knew Gavin.

And, yes.

He was dangerous.

But he was the only man who knew me.

Saw me as someone, and not something.

Who the hell is Gavin?

To my gorgeous, lovely, darling daughter.

Can't wait to see you.

Tonnes of love, your dad, Gavin.

Oh my god.

He have this car to you?

It was outside my flat this morning,

with a huge pink bow on it.

He always was a nutter.

Who is he?

Tell me.

Are you out of your mind?

You tell a suspect that he's got a daughter,

he knew nothing about.

And not just a suspect,

but a man with a history of violence.

So what was the general idea?

Toss a bomb into the conversation,

in the hope that he'd suddenly throw up his hands,

and admit everything?

No, I did it because I know Gavin reason.

I arrested him 22 years ago.

Why didn't you tell us that?

I sensed a certain lack of trust.

I wanted a reaction.

- Reaction? - Yes, and I got one.

When I told him he had a daughter.

And by Jane Harlow.

Something that could be a motive for Jim hockney's murder,

why didn't he deny it?

Because he's a bloody headcase.

Because he didn't know.

Because he had nothing to do with it.

Hold on, you were the one who said it was him and Jane,

in the first place.

No, I was the one who said it might not be Angela gold.

Hockney's head was beaten to a pulp.

Now that looks to me, like a crime of passion.

I don't think it's anything to do with business,

or money, or the ability to reason.

Er, have I missed something here?

Are we back to Angela gold, again?

Hockney had sex, just before he died.

What if it wasn't with Angela gold?

Jane said he had endless women.

Yeah, but she doesn't know who they are.

His brother might.

Plus, why did Colin sell the business so cheaply?

Okay, bring in Colin hockney in the morning.

But for future reference, we work as a team.

Yeah we don't just go off on an individual hunch, here.

We work together, here.

Please don't patronise me.

Thought all that ended, when I retired.

Who the bloody hell does he think he is?

You did all that?

You told the psycho guy he was the father?

And threw this guy on the floor?

On your second day?

[Laughs] You're not looking to make friends, then?

You sound like your mother.

Mm, do they know why you've come back?

No.

Are you gonna tell them?

About me?

Possibly, eventually.

I listened to her again today.

Angela gold.

And?

There's definitely something there.

Something, I don't know.

In her voice.

Very handy, very specific.

Hey, you're the cop.

Or, were.

You get paid, I just get dinner.

Which is Risotto, by the way.

I know there isn't just me,

but you promised and you're a liar.

You wrote that.

Yes.

What did he promise you?

That he would leave his wife.

I don't think so.

I spoke to Jane Harlow,

and she said that Jim had countless lovers.

I know there isn't just me.

Well that's what you're referring to there, isn't it?

Other lovers?

Who?

I don't know.

Okay, when did you find out?

A week before Jim died, in the mews flat.

I...

I found a used condom.

I can't have children, we didn't use them.

Ugh, he promised me there was nobody else,

and I believed him.

[Laughs] God I was naive.

Well, stupid I suppose.

Have you ever been stupidly in love?

Well.

Jim...

Used me.

I loved him, lived for him.

Gave him everything.

You know, not just myself.

Material things like songs, and presents.

And then I realised that it wasn't just me.

Jim...

Used everyone.

Well, even probably the person who killed him.

Why didn't you mention this other lover, at the trial?

The barrister said, what would be the point.

It would sound like

we were blackening the victims character.

Well, dead mans.

She was right.

Angela, do you know a man called Gavin reason?

Mm, no.

Why?

Doesn't matter.

I didn't kill him.

Jim.

I didn't.

So why did you sell majan, Jim's business, so cheap?

Cheap?

It's a bloody good deal.

It was a lot less than Gavin reason offered,

six months earlier.

The market had changed.

The market, you mean the owner?

Yeah you're not your brother, are you Colin?

You haven't got Jim's bottle.

Jim told Gavin to shove it, and look what happened to him.

Did you tell your brother not to sell?

I told him to stop winding him up.

Who, mad gav?

Jim didn't just turn him down.

He took the piss out of him.

Jim...

He knew something about Gavin.

You know, personal stuff.

- Embarrassing. - Like what?

Jim let it be known, that Gavin had a tiny...

Hampton.

What?

- Hampton wick. - Ah.

Gavin went bananas, apparently.

He sounded off in return,

that he knew for a fact

that Jim hadn't just been in straight porn.

But he'd done gay videos, as well.

You're kidding?

Nah, it's true.

But Jim, he couldn't give a toss, you know?

Laughed his socks off.

He said, so what.

You know, it was all going too far.

You know, I warned Jim.

I told him to cool it, you know, about Gavin.

But, he was having none of it.

Why not?

My brother, he erm...

He took pleasure in humiliating people.

He broadcast that some woman told him,

that she couldn't even find Gavin's todger. [Laughs]

I mean, Jim nearly died laughing at that one.

But Gavin, you know.

Nah, he went ape.

So, do you think Gavin could have killed your brother?

Not at the time, no.

You know, all that evidence about that flakey singer.

Now...

Yeah, course he could.

Well you've seen mad gav's record.

I'm surprised he didn't take Jim out with a tank.

All right, go and see what he has to say.

Dan.

After what you said last night, I went to see Angela.

And she admits,

that she found out that Jim had another lover.

Boss, you got some mail.

Thanks.

What is it?

It's forensics.

Re-examination of the scene of crime material.

They've found somebody else's DNA on Angela's letter.

Microscopic samples not previously detectable.

And there's a restricted marker against the DNA.

[Light jazz music]

Thank you.

Oh...

What?

Is there some law against giving present, now?

- We're not here about that. - Good.

It's not that I'm not grateful

for what you guys have done for me.

In a family kinda way.

But I do not want you making a habit of these visits.

It lowers the tone.

Well, this shouldn't take long.

It won't.

Just, we've been hearing about you and Jim hockney.

About your er, relationship with him.

Relationship. [Laughs]

- Someone say we was married? - No, no.

It's just, erm...

We heard what Jim said about your, er...

Your manhood.

What did you say?

Well, it's more to do with what Jim said.

You do remember it, then?

[Chair scraping]

Is it true?

I mean, that he said it.

Or, is it true factually for that matter?

You know...

Size wise.

You tell-

thanks for your time.

[Glass smashing]

I'd leave it a while, if I were you.

A day or two, at least.

Yes of course, I'm always sensitive.

Cheers, bye.

Yeah, the DNA is on file.

- But it's... - Sensitive?

Yes, it belongs to a woman called Letitia hope.

She was arrested in 2007,

for running a string of prostitutes out of Mayfair.

And?

The case collapsed, when it came to court.

But she's been fighting ever since,

to get her DNA removed from the file.

Maybe now, we know why.

She's taking us to the European court of human rights.

Letitia hope?

Primacov, I've been married a year.

Detective superintendent Pullman, this is Dan gryphon.

Special message from the commissioner?

Something like that.

Can we come in?

I presume if you want to know if I intend to...

Go all the way, as they say.

No, actually.

We want to know why your DNA

has turned up on a murder victim.

1993, Jim hockney.

Multi-millionaire and ex-porn star.

Ever come across him?

Wow, the met really doesn't like being made a fool of,

does it?

You'll do anything, rather than admit making a mistake.

Does Mr. Primacov ever think he's made a mistake?

I mean, about going to strasbourg.

He's encouraged me.

I'm sure he has.

- Miss hope. - Primacov.

What?

Are you going to try and arrest me,

on even flimsier evidence than 2007?

There are traces of your DNA on a letter,

that was found on Jim hockney's body.

I'm sure there are.

DNA doesn't lie.

No, but you lot do.

Speak to my lawyers.

Goodbye.

We'll be back.

So the minute we mentioned Gavin's shortage,

it's light the blue touch paper and retire.

Starts ranting about some whore.

And I don't even think he sent someone.

I think he did it himself.

So whatever alibi he comes up with, it's a load of-

it may not be that simple.

Whore, is that the word he used?

Yeah.

Forensics have just come back

with another person's DNA on the letter, Letitia hope.

Letitia hope, I know that name.

Primacov now, she's married to a rich Russian.

And she's taking the met

to the European court of human rights.

No, no, no, it's not that.

Hang on one sec, wait a minute.

I've got Gavin reason's record sheet, here.

Yeah, look at this.

September 93, two weeks before Jim hockney snuffs it.

Mad gav's done for gbh, against Letitia hope, prostitute.

Yep, she refuses to testify.

And he walks.

Sorry to bother you again, Letitia.

Apology not accepted.

We've met before.

I doubt it, darling.

Not on your salary.

Oh yeah, south Kent, 96.

Running a house of ill repute.

That would have been difficult.

I lived in New York from 94 to 98.

Nice try, though.

Anything else?

Yeah, how about you tell us how you know Gavin reason.

I'm calling my lawyer.

Fine, can we watch?

Firstly, your DNA was found on this letter.

And now we discover,

that two weeks before Jim hockney was murdered,

you were beaten up by Gavin reason.

But you failed to testify, and all the charges were dropped.

Why?

I didn't wanna go through the trauma of a trial.

No, no, no.

You were worried, that Gavin would get off.

Which he normally did.

And that next time, he wouldn't just give you a slap.

He's kill ya.

Maybe that's why you went to New York.

To steer clear of mad gav.

Is that it, you finished?

Did you have feelings for Jim hockney?

Why would I?

I never knew the guy.

[Laughs] Look, you've had what...

20 years to find his killer?

And now all of a sudden, you find my DNA on a letter?

My lawyers would have a field day.

I'll see you in strasbourg.

You can let yourselves out.

She's right.

It'll look like the met's persecuting her.

Well don't worry about Letitia.

This just builds up the case against mad gav.

I agree.

I doubt the murder squad would.

You know, you're missing the point.

Why should a letter sent by Angela gold to Jim hockney,

have Letitia's DNA on it.

Could have been on his coat.

She could have handled his jacket.

Lab didn't find the DNA on the coat.

Well maybe he was with her, before he went to the flat.

Letitia's lying.

She said she never knew Jim hockney.

Jim blabbed what she told him about Gavin.

It was his fault Letitia got the kicking.

Okay, Letitia's an ex-call girl.

But she's high class.

What, she's just gonna go round to Jim hockney's,

and batter his brains out?

I'm saying, we don't exclude her.

Now I don't know if she killed him,

but I think she was there.

[Light piano music]

- Hi. - Hi, hi.

Can I come in?

Is this not a good time?

Simon, this is Sandra Pullman.

She's in charge of the case.

-Simon- -yeah, I know who he is.

My colleagues told me that you weren't in touch with Angela.

That's because I knew all this being dug up again,

would really upset her.

I can't believe you're putting her through this hell,

all over again.

- Simon. - I'm sorry, darling.

All this is just malicious revenge, by that lot.

Call me if you need me, we'll talk.

He was the only person who spoke up for me, at the trial.

He's also just about the only person,

to care about what happened to me afterwards.

Well.

Do you a woman called Letitia hope?

No.

Should I, who is she?

A former prostitute.

Not really my line.

Why?

Afraid I can't tell you that.

You know, you've told me nothing up to now.

All you've done, is ask me question after question.

And expect me to just sit here, like a shool girl.

I killed no one.

Angela, my job

isn't just all cold, cool analysis of evidence.

Police use intuition too, of course we do.

So actually, I'm gonna break a habit of a lifetime.

Because...

No, I don't think you are guilty.

[Angela sobbing]

- Morning. - Morning.

You want some tea?

Thank you.

- Morning. - Morning.

I spoke to Angela gold last night.

She hasn't got a clue who Letitia hope is.

Morning.

- Morning. - Morning.

What happened to you, you look bloody exhausted.

So would you,

if you'd been up half the night watching porn.

You know I said I had 17 tapes, I was wrong.

I've got 20.

You must be worn out.

[Gerry laughing]

No luckily I only had to watch 10,

before I found the one I wanted.

Have a look at this.

[Letitia moaning]

Bloody hell.

Gentlemen, let me introduce you to Mrs. Primacov.

I knew I recognised her.

Yeah, she must have been 20 when this was taken.

And I reckon this was one of Jim's last films.

A star is porn.

Interesting tattoo.

We saw it yesterday.

Yeah but better still, look where it's filmed!

It's Jim hockney's, yeah?

Danny, you were right.

Only this time, we can prove it.

This is a digital copy of a commercial sex video tape.

Turn it off.

You sure?

We see your face, in a minute.

Off, please.

So, you admit to having lied

about not knowing Jim hockney.

Yes.

And to having been in his apartment.

Yes.

So, please can you explain

how your DNA came to be on a letter,

that was found on his body?

Look, what I'm gonna tell you is the truth.

But I doubt very much, you'll believe me.

Here we go.

Try us.

Okay, so it started as a job.

I'd made a couple of porn films, before.

And then the opportunity came up, to make one with Jim.

You have to understand, in our business, Jim was a legend.

So, this was a big deal.

So anyway, we...

We make this film.

But it doesn't end there.

I thought Jim was just...

Gorgeous.

And he felt the same about me, he said.

Ended up telling me he was in love with me.

And then one night, just after he'd left my place.

I found this letter on the floor.

From Angela gold?

I couldn't believe it.

Until then, I had no idea there was anyone else.

I realised it was all bullshit.

I was so angry, I could have killed him.

Really, and did you?

No, of course not.

I just...

I just felt like it.

I ended up going round to his place,

to have it all out with him.

But when I got there, the door was open.

Which was weird, so...

I went in, and...

I found him lying there, on the floor.

His head smashed in, blood everywhere.

I panicked.

I knew I was in big trouble, just being there.

So I shoved the letter in his pocket, and...

I ran, and I didn't stop until I got home.

And you were quite happy for Angela gold,

to take the rap for his murder.

I thought she'd done it.

I thought, because I'd read her letter that she'd...

She just got to him first.

So what do you think?

She's lied from the start, creature of habit.

I think it was all true, except the last bit.

She shows him the letter, goes ape.

And kills him.

She was there.

She knows, we know she was there.

Now she's scrabbling around, trying to find...

Where's laughing boy?

[TV whirring]

What are you doing?

Look at this.

[Letitia moaning]

Now look at these.

[Dramatic orchestral music]

It's missing from the photo.

I've seen that.

So have I.

Yeah, I'm sure police work is very taxing.

But you clearly have no idea how difficult it is,

for a composer to keep being interrupted.

You're not happy, I get it.

What are you doing?

Can you tell us where you picked this up?

I won it.

1991, jazz UK awards.

The best...

No, I can't read the rest.

I's all scratched, and bashed up.

And yet, here it is in Jim hockney's flat.

Three months before he was murdered.

Care to tell us how it ended up here?

It's not the same one.

Jim hockney's head was smashed to a pulp.

Now, no matter how hard you try

to clean up and Polish a murder weapon.

There's always evidence left.

And DNA technology has come a long way,

in the last 20 years.

It's not the same award.

No it's not your award, cause you didn't win it.

Angela did.

- No. - Yes.

And she gave it to Jim, because she loved him.

There you go.

Best new female vocalist.

Not quite you, is it?

Unless you've had the op.

I wouldn't.

I loved Angela.

Not literally, obviously.

But for what she was.

As a person.

As a singer.

I couldn't believe how she could fall for him.

Hockney.

But as I watched, she became more and more obsessed.

It affected her voice, her work.

In the end, it was jeopardising everything.

I decided I needed to do something,

to save her from herself.

But I knew she was too infatuated, to listen to me.

So, I went straight to him.

I was prepared for him to get angry.

Instead, he was all calm, and reassuring.

Said he completely understood what I was saying.

But the truth was...

That Angela wasn't the love of his life.

You mean, there was someone else?

Did he say who that was?

Me.

I've heard everything, now.

I haven't.

I couldn't believe it.

I was trying not to believe it, but...

He just kept going on and on.

Coming onto me.

Next thing...

We were having sex.

And, erm...

And then, afterwards...

- He laughed. - Laughed?

Said that I was an idiot.

A moron.

As easy to delude as a teenager.

Then he erm, he washed himself.

Put his clothes back on.

Then he told me to get out.

Get out, and never come near him again.

And then he looked at me.

And he said...

I wonder what Angela will think, when I tell her.

I couldn't believe it.

But then his face went serious, all of a sudden.

And he said to me...

What will Roberto think when I tell him.

What will your boyfriend think?

Next thing I remember, I was stood over his body.

It was unreal.

But I was calm.

I had this award in my hand, so I popped it inside my coat.

Went out.

Walked home.

No one stopped me.

No one saw.

You know, the last time I was here.

I was with a very tasty little bird, right.

Problem is, as soon as I told her I was a copper.

Threw a glass of wine over me.

That's bad.

No what was bad was, it was still in the glass.

[Both laughing]

Here you go.

- Cheers governor! - Thanks boss, thanks.

- Did you tell Danny? - Yeah.

What he say?

He said he wasn't sure.

What do you think of him?

- Who? - Dan.

Oh, well.

- Unusual. - Very.

Hi.

- Hi. - Hi, Danny.

Oh, hiya.

This is Holly, my daughter.

You don't mind if she joins us?

Not at all.

- No, hello. - Hi.

Hi there, hi.

- Sandra? - Yep.

- Gerry? - Yep.

- Mcandrew? - You got it.

You been here before?

- I haven't. - No, no.

The musicianship is normally very, very good.

Jazz is her thing.

Ah, okay.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Please give a warm welcome,

to Angela gold.

[Audience clapping]

Thank you.

I'd like to start with a brand new number, of my own.

It's for someone who...

Believed in me.

It's called, that was then.

[Light jazz music]

♪ I had my life in another place ♪

♪ where I never thought I'd have to face ♪

♪ the sort of thing no one should face ♪

♪ alone, mm mm mm ♪

♪ to be a stranger to your friends ♪

♪ to know all that you depend upon, is gone ♪

♪ and there's nobody left to call ♪

♪ but that was then ♪

♪ and this is now ♪

♪ and everything has changed somehow ♪

♪ somehow, someone did something true ♪

♪ and that someone had to be you ♪

[Light jazz music]