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Evening, ma'am.

Evening, gov.

Evening, ma'am.

I'm very proud on this occasion...

Ongoing support for Crimestoppers...

For members of the public

to have the confidence of anonymity

when giving information has...

when giving information has proved, without doubt,

a valuable incentive within our working scheme.

How are you?

Well, hello.

Congratulations. You certainly deserve it.

Thank you very much indeed.

How are you? It's good to see you.

Thank you. Nice to see you. Thank you very much.

How do you do? Thank you.

Hi. How are you?

It's 18 months old. Very poor quality.

A lot of things have changed

since I joined the police force 20 years ago.

There's more paperwork, more accountability,

more women.

It's here. Here it comes.

It may be poor quality...

Anybody who knows you will recognize it's you.

Well, we didn't know he had a camera there, did we?

You're going to have to do something drastic.

As it is, I don't know how

I'm gonna talk my way out of this one.

Well, you've done it before.

It's bloody obvious that that isn't an accident.

It was.

Look, it's not gonna be a problem.

I'll fix it.

I've made sure nobody else has seen it,

and we'll just stall her until it's ready.

Make sure you do.

We'd better get down there.

We must be beyond reproach.

As Serious Crime Group commander,

one of my first tasks

will be as head of the Murder Review Group,

overseeing more than 100 murder investigations.

Our work will be thorough.

There will be no cover-ups.

There will be no spin.

Any... and I mean any... Officer,

regardless of rank,

who steps over the line,

who breaches the integrity of the force,

will face the full weight of the law.

We will make our house clean,

and we will keep it clean.

Thank you.

She's a terrified pussy.

Morning, George. Leaves on the line, was it?

Oh, you wouldn't believe it.

Tube stops, we all have to get on a bus,

and then that breaks down.

Okay, I want to be very quick

and make sure everyone's up to speed.

I'm overseeing more than 110 cases at the moment.

Jeff here has listed the critical files

in order of priority,

so you'll see which cases you've been assigned to.

Top of the priority list...

Lionel Cripps' shooting by the SO19 boys last year.

And with the family bringing civil action against the Met,

they've brought me in to review the original investigation.

George, I want you and Eddie working with me on that one.

Thank you very much, gentlemen.

What's this?

Prisoner at Barfield, James Lampton,

about to be released.

The governor wrote to you.

You were his arresting officer in 1989.

I remember.

Have you seen this? He's written a book.

You've got to do something during 12 years inside.

It's more interesting than weaving baskets.

My God. It's over 280 pages.

What is?

"Inside Rehabilitation...

Why Even Murderers Deserve a Second Chance."

It's written by a prisoner I put away 12 years ago.

- What was he in for? - Murder.

It was his girlfriend.

She was very beautiful. Annabelle Magee. Strangled.

Tell you what, George.

Could you do me a favor and skim-read it for me?

Looks like they want me to write a foreword to it, I think.

- Oh, that's a bit cheeky. - No, not Lampton, the governor.

Ah, and he's getting out three years early.

Your chariot awaits, Mr. Lampton.

I'm Maddie Engel.

Maddie Engel, your agent.

- Oh, sorry. - Hop in.

I've just heard from the publishers,

and they're rushing out 5,000 copies

to coincide with your release.

Now, I thought we could use the time traveling

to discuss what you're not prepared to talk about.

Well, there's nothing I'm not prepared to talk about.

I've served my sentence.

I don't want any cover-ups about my past.

Come on, boy, find them!

Come on, boy.

Aah!

Get up, man!

Oh, Jesus!

Get it off!

- Can you run? - Yeah.

- Can you run? - I think so.

You're gonna have to, man.

Come on, come on, come on!

Well, I know how you must feel Mike.

Do you? I don't think you do.

The original inquiry came up with the right result...

Lawful shooting.

Reopening all of this is just a waste of my time.

Well, you would support the original inquiry.

You headed it up.

But now with the Cripps family threatening a civil action,

we have no other choice

but to see that everything was handled by the book.

Bloody legal aid.

We don't want a repeat of these headlines

we had 18 months ago.

And there's not enough detail in this, and you know it.

If we're done, ma'am?

For now.

Oh, one more thing.

There's a reference in a witness statement

to a tape recording of the shooting.

I don't seem to have it in the case file.

It's from a home security camera.

Very poor quality CCTV.

I'd like to see it.

Morning, George.

Mass pileup on the motorway this time, was it?

George Hart.

Detective superintendent, retired.

George, good to see you again.

Endless days of golf getting too much for you, eh?

Huh.

I don't play golf.

D.C.I. Hedges?

Just come over from the Flying Squad.

He was in charge over there when this Cripps shooting went off.

Never could work out how he got himself involved in it.

Mind you, I have trouble choosing me tie in the morning.

Would have a classic name, wouldn't he?

- Cripps. - You're thinking of Crippen.

Cripps.

Kind of name you never forget.

Okay, gentlemen, let's get started.

I want this one clearing fast.

Jeff, get me the SO19 boys' particulars, please.

Uh, I think I had them a minute ago.

Acid bath, wasn't he? Crippen?

Don't worry about her. I will sort her out.

Just like I did

when she was a jumped-up little D.C. in the Flying Squad.

Listen, if you've got any history with her,

just forget about it.

You haven't screwed her, have you?

Never could keep your zipper up.

No, I bloody haven't!

Well, if this looks like a problem, this inquiry,

you might just have to.

Yeah, come, come. Come! Come!

No!

Out! Out!

Get out!

Wait for me! Where you going, you gobshite?!

All right!

Excuse me a second.

What is it?

James Lampton's book.

As you will see, your foreword is very prominent.

It's expensive too. £16.99.

But this isn't an internal document.

I said...

Get me the publishers now. And call the press office.

Milk?

For you.

So, what do you think of the place, then?

Do you like it?

Thank you. I'm sorry, yes. It's fantastic.

I'd move in with you, darling.

These corporate lets have it down to the loo roll.

Mind you, you pay for it.

Aren't you gonna ask me, why the roses,

why the champagne?

They love the first chapters of your new novel, James.

They want to cash in on your "Rehabilitation" dates.

They've offered you a commission, and for £35,000.

What? Oh, that's great.

That's the good news.

The bad news is about "Rehabilitation."

I've just spoken to the office

and they've had a bit of a phone call.

Apparently she'd agreed to you using the foreword

when the book was intended to be an internal prison publication

but not for public release.

She? You mean Commander Blake?

Mm.

I mean, it could be a teeny problem

to have it removed at this stage.

Very costly.

- I never thought she'd... - Well, no.

I mean, nor did I, nor the publishers.

But you're on quite good terms with her, aren't you?

I wouldn't say that. I mean, she did arrest me.

Well, yes, but...

Yes, that's what makes it so perfect.

It would be a shame not to have her connected with the book.

Not to mention the fact that the press copies

have already been sent out.

Oh, I've seen this kind of thing happen before.

We'll spend the entire publicity campaign

explaining why it was removed.

And we're getting such terrific feedback.

I mean, I've already got you a number of TV appearances...

Chat shows, morning TV are interested.

And I'm waiting to hear back from "Kilroy."

You think I should try and contact her, then?

Commander Blake.

Well, it might be worth a try.

In fact, yes.

Definitely a yes.

The proceeds are going to charity,

and it does deal with your pet subject.

I know.

Jeff, can you contact D.C.I. Hedges and remind him

I'm still waiting for that CCTV recording?

His victim's family have given it their blessing.

I know, Gina.

All right, you tell them they can keep my foreword

on the one condition that James Lampton

isn't personally receiving any monies,

that it's all going to Victim Support.

Okay.

Where's the information I wanted on this pest?

Lampton's details are in a file on your desk.

Well, you've cleaned up your act, haven't you, Mr. Lampton?

That's your car out.

Well, that's the easy bit done.

And that's you out.

You tell me why after 18 months of nothing,

suddenly I'm under suspicion.

I told you, Cripps' family are talking about a civil action.

They're trying to stir up trouble,

but there isn't gonna be any.

- So you say. - I do, and I'm right.

Look, I thought he had a gun.

We all said we all thought he had a gun.

Now, don't tell me you're gonna say

something different now, are you?

You worry too much, son.

Well, I lied for you.

And you said... you said...

Listen, sunshine, I know what I said.

I told you to put the frighteners on him,

not shoot his sodding head off.

Yeah, well, I thought he had a gun.

We all know what you thought.

Had a bloody hoover arm.

You're, um, due some holiday, aren't you?

Yeah, yeah.

The wife booked a caravan, you know, for me and the kids.

I suppose I'll have to cancel that now.

Forget the caravan.

Go and lie on a beach in Thailand.

Thailand? I don't even know where me passport is.

Well, find it and just go abroad.

Treat yourself and the family to a proper holiday.

Yeah, but what about the inquiry?

I mean, I was the one.

It'll all just blow away. Trust me.

Yeah, but it won't, will it? It won't.

I mean, Commander Blake...

Look, she and me, we go way back.

She'll be a good girl for me.

You go ahead. Have a nice break.

When you get back, it'll all be over.

Oh, shit.

Shit!

- Hello? - Val!

It's me, yeah? Listen, I got out.

- What you doing here? - Val...

No, go. I don't want nothing to do with you.

Listen to me. Don't go.

- I just want to talk to you. - No! Get away!

Oh, Val, you got no right to do this to me, man.

They're my kids!

They're not your kids! Get out of here!

Don't... Valerie, don't go. Don't go!

Valerie!

Valerie!

What are you looking at?! Eh?

What, you want some of that?

That's right, you're all frigging slags, ain't ya?!

Val, you slag!

Slag!

Fucking slag.

Bit small, perhaps?

- Didn't they have it in black? - No.

You need full uniform for the Channel 4 News,

but you don't need time to change

because the next appointment is Radio 2.

No.

Dinner is at 8:00 sharp.

There's no Q and A,

but there is an auction in aid of Victim Support,

so it could be a late one.

I like your old outfit.

The one you usually wear.

Better safe than sorry.

Great.

Oh, and the latest crime figures are here

for the Joan Bakewell interview.

I've seen her.

The thinking man's crumpet. Why's she called that?

You got the file yet?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Oh, yes, very nice.

Are they issuing those to the male commanders?

I don't mean to keep having a go at you, Jeff,

but with over a hundred cases,

if you don't keep on top of the paperwork, it's gonna bury you.

That right, George?

Oh, yes, yes.

In the Ronald Billings murder, we took over 800 statements,

there were 1,500 messages generated,

over 2,000 actions, with hundreds of exhibits.

Isn't that right, Eddie?

We had a whole row of filing cabinets full of paperwork

for that one case alone.

Did you catch the guy who did it?

- No. - But we were bloody organized.

Thanks, George.

You know there's a stack of these in every station?

Well, as you know, it's a very informative read.

Written by a murderer.

He was on breakfast TV this morning.

Look, all I'm saying is, watch your back.

- You put a step wrong... - I don't intend to.

Intention's got F-all to do with it.

If anything goes ass over tit,

they're gonna be looking for a scapegoat, trust me.

I suppose you were never one.

No. But I was never a commander.

Neither was I.

- Commander Clare Blake. - There you are, madam.

Detective Chief Inspector Hedges.

- Sir. - Ma'am.

I'm still waiting for that CCTV footage, Mike.

You'll get it.

I better had.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Mr. Lampton.

Commander Blake.

Author.

Thank you for allowing your foreword to stay in my book.

Not many would have been so generous.

I'm very grateful.

Well, I wish it every success.

We all want to help victims of crime, don't we?

James!

Thank goodness. We'd just about given up on you.

Can we get a copy of that picture?

Yes, leave it to me.

We're on table 34 for a quick getaway.

Otherwise we'll never get a taxi.

Well, how's Graham Warner?

He's taking a well-earned break. Thailand.

Thailand?

Yeah, well, wherever the soft bastard decides to go.

Shall we go into dinner, gentlemen?

Ma'am.

I've got everything organized.

Forensics are here, and we've started searching the grounds.

- You got an ID for her yet? - No. No handbag so far.

Hello.

Detective Constable Carol Browning.

Detective Sergeant Brian Hall. You on this case?

Yes. I am.

Suit up.

What's this 'round her neck?

It's her bra.

Doc didn't want it removed,

but it seems likely she was strangled with it.

It's okay, I'm not gonna touch anything.

I just wanted a closer look.

She wasn't killed here. Her body's been dumped.

It's the way she's lying, with one leg bent beneath her

as if she's been pushed from something quite high.

- Like what? - Maybe a van of some kind?

Maybe.

But when the forensic and postmortem results are in,

they'll tell me some facts.

But still, we should be looking for tire tracks in this area.

This is a car park.

What's that on her right wrist?

Can I borrow your pen? Thank you.

Identity bracelet.

Is there a name?

- Yes. - What is it?

Sandy.

She'll probably be a tom. A lot of them use this area.

She was a very attractive girl. I'd say late 20s.

And from what I could see of her clothes,

she was quite well dressed.

She was wearing odd shoes.

Well, not odd ones. I mean flat, nurselike shoes.

- As the hospital's nearby... - She might be a nurse!

Yes, but we still have no formal ID.

As we have a bracelet with a name on it, shouldn't we check?

Carol, the governor's already there.

So you're satisfied the situation's under control?

Go, camera one, nice and tight.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Yep, nice one.

Carjacking's on the increase,

10-year-olds are being apprehended

carrying firearms and knives.

So, what are you doing about it?

All that we can, given the resources.

But if we want to make London the safest city in the world,

then it's not enough to rely on the police alone.

You're not suggesting setting up vigilante groups?

No, of course not.

I'm talking about vital organizations

such as Crimestoppers, victims of crime.

But that's not really answering the problem, is it?

I mean, the prisons are filling up

well beyond their capacity to cope.

We can reduce prison intake,

but only if we actively promote the rehabilitation of offenders.

The more prisoners we resettle and retrain,

the fewer the victims of crime.

And do you really believe that's possible?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Good moment, Joan, to bring in guest two.

Join me after the break

when I'll be talking to James Lampton.

Go in close, camera one.

Yep, that's lovely.

Oh, she did not like that.

Thank you for your time.

Good morning. Very impressive.

Yes.

Welcome back.

And James Lampton, welcome to the program.

Now, you had considerable experience of prison.

You spent a long time inside for a very serious offense.

Yes, I did. Murder.

Coming to two. On two.

Commander Blake was talking about charity,

and I understand that all the proceeds

from the sale of this book of yours

are going to Victim Support.

Yes, it's a charity I feel very strongly about.

I myself was allowed contact with the family of my victim,

and they have given me

their permission and blessing for this book.

And Commander Blake has written the foreword.

Yes, I'm... I'm very grateful to everyone for their support.

I was allowed to write to the family whilst I was in prison,

and they agreed to meet with me.

We had two meetings. The prison minister sat with us.

It was a very difficult but moving experience.

Moving for you or for the victim's family?

No, I have, in fact, done a lot of research

into the impact such meetings can have on both

the criminal and the victim's family,

and everything I've found suggests that

great healing can come

when criminals personally confront

the pain they have caused.

Mr. Lampton, you claim to be rehabilitated,

but do you think you deserve to be forgiven?

Nothing can bring back the woman I killed.

I was guilty.

But understanding the depth of emotional pain

my actions caused and being, well, being able to express

the true remorse and sorrow that I felt

excuse me, that I feel for what I did,

was not only, I hope, beneficial to her family,

it was also an essential step forward in my rehabilitation.

So presumably that's the thinking behind the helpline

that you yourself set up for prisoners and ex-convicts?

No, "convicts"?

Well, it sounds a little like

we're still shipping people off to Australia.

But, um, no, I set the helpline up about a year ago.

It gives prisoners and ex-prisoners someone to talk to.

I thought that went really well.

Oh. You should have let them take your makeup off.

You've still got a bit on your cheek.

Quite impressive yourself, Mr. Lampton.

Yes.

Commander Blake, this is Maddie Engel, my literary agent.

Literary agent? Goodness me.

How's the book doing?

Number four on the best-seller lists and climbing.

Well, nonfiction is not as competitive as fiction.

You must be very proud.

Oh, he is. I mean, we all are. It's just so incredible.

But of course a lot of that is down to James.

He's a natural in front of the cameras.

I noticed.

Be terrific if we could get her

to do another blurb for your novel.

No, she won't.

That's just a novel.

"Inside Rehabilitation" is different.

It means something to both of us.

Well, yes.

I'll see you tomorrow at the BBC.

7:00.

"Number four in the best-sellers list and still climbing,

and we're so excited!"

He is a dish.

I bet he's gay.

The best-looking ones always are.

Who, Lampton? Oh, no, Gina, he's not gay.

No, he was sent to prison for killing his girlfriend mid-shag.

Ah.

You have a few urgent messages about your comments yesterday.

Yes, I saw you.

Well, you met your match with Bakewell there, didn't you?

Mind you, Lampton backed you up very nicely.

Well, that's a mixed blessing.

Look, don't worry about it.

You're holding your own out there.

Thanks.

- Gina. - Hmm?

Any future television,

let's make damn sure we know who's on the program first.

Okay, the victim's now been formally identified

as Sandra Butler.

Sandy.

Aged 29, and she worked as a part-time nurse

at St. Catherine's Hospital.

Did a little massage on the side.

Lucrative hobby.

No prior arrests. No previous record.

This looks like a sexually motivated kill.

Oh, and you'd know about that, would you?

All right.

Until we get verification of exactly how this victim died,

I'm not prepared to go on your guesswork.

We'll have all the relevant facts in a few hours,

but in the meantime get checking hotels and B&Bs in the area.

Anywhere where she might have done her massaging.

What?

New Scotland Yard are checking the CRIS reports

to see if we've got any other cases with the same MO,

and we still haven't got the results from the crime faculty.

Thank you so much, Detective Constable.

I can't.

So everybody got a job to do?

I'm in the middle of a murder inquiry.

I'm not running backwards and forwards to Scotland Yard

over a shooting that was sorted 18 months ago.

Who does she think I am, one of her errand boys?

What, the tape?

I was told it was sent over days ago.

Right. Thanks.

Lionel Cripps was a piece of crap,

and Blake's making him out to be some kind of innocent victim.

Well, wasn't he?

It's all in the statements, in the report.

You've read them, right?

Of course, but you can run it by me again.

Two SO19 patrol cars were in the area.

The officers were informed

that a suspect had been sighted in the street outside his home

waving around a shotgun.

The officers were told that the suspect had entered the premises

of 20 Weston Road,

which is where the officers were sent.

Trigger-happy idiots.

The door was opened by a man

fitting the description of the target,

brandishing what appeared to the officers to be a weapon.

A section of a hoover arm.

And then, according to the report,

Officer Graham Warner opened fire and killed Lionel Cripps.

That's right.

Acting on the belief that the victim

was about to fire a weapon.

- Correct. - And warnings were issued?

Yes.

And as you can see from their statements,

all the other officers at the scene

also believed that the hoover arm...

Hoover arm.

Was a shotgun

and stated that if Officer Warner hadn't fired,

they would have.

But God knows what they'd have done

if he'd been carrying a can of Pledge.

I'd like to interview Graham Warner.

That's going to be difficult.

Why?

He's on holiday.

Well, find out when he's back.

And furthermore, I have repeatedly

asked D.C.I. Hedges for CCTV footage...

Oh, I got it. It came this morning.

It's... It's in the machine.

R-Right.

Well, they said it was a bit blurred.

Where's the camera?

It's... It's above the house to the right.

It's hidden inside a satellite dish.

Really? That's high-level secret security, isn't it?

Wasn't Cripps a window cleaner?

Don't know.

I've only got a one-bedroom flat,

but I've got a few windows, yeah.

10 quid I get charged every month.

I mean, if he does, what, 20, 30, places a day that's...

Christ.

Gov, I've got a couple here with the same MO.

This one just released from Barfield Prison.

That's James Lampton, isn't it?

Commander Blake's friend.

What?

Yeah, they wrote some book together or something.

I'll print this off.

Listen, keep this under wraps, yeah?

Between you and me.

We'll be getting the lab reports back soon.

Carol, this is Detective Chief Superintendent Branton.

- D.C. Carol Browning. - Nice to meet you, sir.

I'll just be a minute.

You can wait in my office if you want.

- Fine. - Carol.

I'm serious, Carol. Keep schtum about this.

James Lampton is right in the media spotlight.

Blake's not backing off, Mike.

She wants to talk to Warner personally.

Well, she can't. He's on holiday.

Thailand?

I don't know, but he's gone away.

Yes, I know, but not forever.

He's so young. He's not as tough as the rest.

If she gets her teeth into him...

Listen, we've got nothing to worry about.

You take a look at that.

So how's this gonna help our situation?

He is the prime suspect in our nurse's murder.

What?

If Lampton has killed this girl,

the media is gonna turn on Blake like a rabid dog.

She's not gonna be causing us any grief

when she's up to her eyeballs in that.

It could be musical chairs around here very soon.

George?

I'm deeply concerned about this CCTV footage.

I am not prepared to accept accidental shooting

when it looks like an assassination.

I want to know more about the victim.

Good. Talk to you later.

Where's the D.C.I.?

He's downstairs at the postmortem.

He'll need a strong black coffee.

He gets queasy at the sight of blood.

This was hers. Did you get anything?

Yes, Sandy Butler also left cards

at four of the local hotels

advertising herself as a masseuse.

Supposedly a lot of the younger nurses do it.

Well, maybe she was a part-time tom after all.

Those cards could be all over London.

Like in Fulham.

- Fulham? - Where Lampton lives.

Lampton?

Found her massage table, gov.

- How you feeling? - Fine.

They've got a coffee bar downstairs?

She was strangled, but there are no signs of a struggle,

no blood under the nails, no scratches.

But if she'd been having sex willingly, there wouldn't be.

They did the usual swabs,

but we're gonna have to wait and see if there's any DNA.

If he used a condom, it'll be a long wait.

This might have been some kind of sexual game, you know?

That was his original defense.

Said it was accidental.

Changed his mind midway through the trial.

This is handy.

From his book. Bang up to date.

Right, let's see if someone in the hospital recognizes him.

But you said keep this quiet,

and now you're showing the public his photograph?

The man is on television. He's right in the limelight.

Correct, so that buggers us up

for an ID parade, doesn't it, Carol?

Shouldn't we tell the commander if we're making the fact

that he might be a suspect public knowledge?

I think if Commander Blake were to be made aware...

She'd be placed in a bloody difficult position,

so let's not tell her.

She doesn't need to know. Come on.

You, bring that table.

Thanks a lot.

She won't be a moment.

Have I got time for a bite before we start?

Well, she's on the phone at the moment, and...

Oh, she's just come off.

Would you like to come in?

Did she say what she wanted to see me about?

Five minutes.

Oh, wotcha.

Do you want to come for a bacon butty?

Uh, no, ta. I just had one.

I nipped in sharpish before they closed the canteen.

Who's she with?

D.C. from Queen's Park.

We have some concern in regard to the suspect

in the Sandy Butler murder since you are familiar with him.

His name is James Lampton.

I...

We thought you should know.

It's a very similar MO to the murder he committed in 1989.

The victim shows no sign of a struggle.

She was strangled with her own bra.

Wait a minute.

My being familiar with your suspect

so concerns D.C.I. Hedges

that he's asked you to speak with me on this subject?

Why couldn't he have come over himself?

I can't really speak for him.

Are you sure?

Thank you, Detective Constable Browning.

Ma'am.

Do you want sandwiches for the boardroom?

Whatever.

Get me the press office

and tell David Sperry I want to see him immediately.

You'll have to start without me.

- Problems? - None I can't handle.

Very good review in the Norwich Star.

Going live in 25 seconds.

And the Liverpool Tribune.

And I might be getting lucky with Gloria Hunniford.

Okay, they're coming through now.

10 seconds.

Mine are dead.

Are you ready, James?

Yes, I'm ready. Can hear you loud and clear.

- Here we go. - Okay.

Morning, James.

- Good morning. - And welcome to the program.

Thank you. It's great to be asked on your show.

Now, I understand that "Inside Rehabilitation"

has gone down very well.

Yes, the book's doing well,

but the most important thing is that it gives me a chance

to give something back to the community

through Victim Support.

And how does it feel to be free after 12 years in prison?

How does it feel to be free? Um...

Let me just say that I spend a lot of time walking in parks.

I'm not in any way

telling you how to conduct this investigation, Mike.

But obviously my association with the suspect

could place me in an awkward position

if you publicly arrest Lampton.

- Look, I'm SIO on this case. - Do you have a witness?

No, but nor do we know if he has an alibi

for the day of the murder until we question him.

When do you think your review of the Cripps case will be done?

I'm afraid I can't discuss that.

But it is ongoing.

Fine. Whatever.

Well, when we have questioned our suspect,

I'll keep you informed of our progress.

Just keep it as low profile as possible.

Yes, Commander.

Hard to say, isn't it, Mike?

Not for long, Commander.

Not for long.

Can I take you through what we've got already?

Yes.

Let's have a look at the board.

Her body was discovered by a doctor from the hospital.

- Did he identify her? - No, no, he didn't.

He saw the body and then called us.

But if she worked at the hospital,

why didn't he recognize her?

I don't know.

Thanks for tipping me off, by the way.

I appreciate it.

I just felt you should know.

She was an attractive woman.

Sandy Butler wouldn't go unnoticed.

So her massage couch was found at the hospital.

Perhaps she wasn't leaving to do a massage.

Perhaps she was meeting someone within the hospital.

Like a doctor.

And what car did the doctor who discovered her body drive?

Um, it was a Peugeot estate, I think.

My sister had one of those.

Good-sized boot for a body.

Ah, due to the position of the leg under the body

when she was found, we think that she was pushed

from a relatively high-up vehicle

like a Jeep, or a Range or a Land Rover.

Or the car she was in was moving

when our guy tossed her out.

I've got the original registry file

on the Lampton case if you'd like to take a look.

If I put the two victims' photographs side by side,

there are... sorry... Numerous points of similarity,

as you can see.

With a 12-year gap between them.

The time he was in prison.

Yes, thank you, Detective. I do know. I put him there.

The recent victim, Sandy Butler, was killed in a more brutal way.

If Lampton did kill within weeks of coming out of prison,

it means he's got a taste for it, and his book,

"Inside Rehabilitation," is just bull.

If we're dealing with a serial killer,

his next murder will be more brutal.

He won't stop.

In fact he's probably already pinpointed his next victim.

And what's this?

Uh, well, we're not sure.

It looks as if her hair's been cut.

There's a clump missing.

This looks like cut hair on her clothing.

Then he's taking trophies.

I've got to go.

Bit early for the commander to be sticking her oar in.

- Huh. - What did she want?

Browning tipped her off, didn't she?

She's getting hot under the collar

about being connected to Lampton,

wants us to tippy-toe.

Well, bollocks to her.

You seen this?

The body was tossed from a high-up vehicle, yeah?

Lampton owns a Range Rover.

I want him brought in.

Well, we know where he is tomorrow morning.

He's doing a book signing at a store on the Fulham Road.

Or we could pick him up this afternoon.

Save a lot of bad press.

There's bound to be photographers.

No. I think I want to reassess all of the data.

I'm sure tomorrow morning will be time enough.

What about Browning?

Oh, don't worry about her.

Eager Beaver Brown Owl

will tell the commander whatever we want her to hear.

I'm afraid to look up. I've hardly sold any.

Just sign as many as you can.

They can't send them back to the warehouse if they're signed.

Oh, here's one. Quick. Customer.

James Lampton?

Chief Inspector Michael Hedges of the Serious Crime Group

at Queen's Park Station.

I am arresting you in connection with the murder of Sandy Butler.

Have you...? Is this some kind of joke?

No, no. No, no, no! Wait, wait.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense if you do not mention now...

Call my lawyer.

Something which you later wish to rely on in court.

Mr. Lampton. Mr. Lampton.

James, this way, please.

Mr. Lampton.

Do you have anything to say, sir?

Mr. Lampton.

Detective Sergeant Hall has reentered the interview room

at 5:25 p.m.

My client did not know the victim,

nor did he visit the hospital on the day in question,

and, in fact, has never been to the hospital.

If anyone claims to have seen him there,

I'd be most anxious to read their witness statements.

My client does not live in the Queen's Park area.

He lives in Fulham.

My client also, as I have made clear,

was, on the day in question, September 17th,

between the hours of 6:30 a.m. and 10:00 a.m.,

in a television studio.

A Birmingham television studio.

A Birmingham television studio recording this,

a live transmission.

He subsequently traveled back to London,

arriving at Euston station at 12:30.

He then took a tube to his flat in Fulham,

changed into workout clothes,

and stopped at Cullens grocery store on the way to his gym,

purchasing several articles there

and paying for them with a Visa card

at approximately 3:10 p.m.

I am sure the grocery store

will be able to verify the transaction.

As you can see, my client has a very strong alibi

for virtually the entire day.

Thank you, Miss Newburgh.

I haven't finished, Detective Chief Inspector,

not by a long shot.

You made a public spectacle of my client today.

His face is already plastered over the evening newspapers,

so by tomorrow morning every paper will be running the story.

Well, that should rocket his book sales.

You have also removed articles from my client's home

and impounded his Range Rover.

We'll be doing forensic tests on the car.

Oh, that is preposterous!

He's a lifer who got out early.

We can do whatever we want.

Get used to it.

Carol, check out Cullens store on the Fulham Road.

What, he wants me to do

his grocery shopping for him now, does he?

Check if James Lampton bought stuff there on the 17th,

paid by credit card.

Then I want you to get me the number

of this TV studio in Birmingham,

the one with the show he was on, also on that date, live.

Live? And did a grocery shop?

You think maybe you got the wrong guy?

Anything else he wants me to do while I'm at the shop?

Like find him another suspect?

Hey!

When you've been around for as long as the governor has,

then you can throw in the one-liners, okay?

You earn that right.

I told you this might come down.

Well, it has, so I'm sorry.

I have to ask you this.

Do you have a relationship with James Lampton?

Apart from sending him down for 15 years, you mean?

You know what I mean, Clare.

Oh, God, this is a nightmare.

No, I do not have a relationship with James Lampton.

I wrote the foreword to his book. That's all.

Right, well, we stick to our guns, then,

keep a lid on it, and hold back releasing our statement

until we absolutely have to.

But I suggest that from here on

you steer clear of Mr. Lampton.

I am sorry, James.

This is wretched and unwarranted.

I knew it was all too good to last.

I suppose they won't want to go ahead with the commission now.

Commission?

For the novel. My first novel.

Oh, I obviously can't say, but as you're innocent,

I don't suppose it'll have any bad repercussions.

- No, I'm finished. - No, no, you are not.

And the first person I see when I leave here is Commander Blake.

No, don't.

No, she's done enough for me already.

I don't want to have her involved,

especially in her position.

It's precisely because of her position I should see her.

They have no evidence against you whatsoever.

No, promise me you'll leave Commander Blake out of this.

I do not want her involved.

I hope this was an all right place for us to meet.

I am allowed out.

I wanted to avoid the lads, if you know what I mean.

Well, this is my local.

This is some alibi.

Live TV show.

They could quite easily have discovered that

without a public arrest

instead of splashing his photograph

across the front pages of every newspaper.

And you've got a signed credit card receipt

at a store miles from the murder site.

Well, how's Lampton reacting to all this?

Must be worried about his parole.

They were releasing him when I left.

Hedges is working himself into a frenzy.

He's adamant that Lampton's the killer.

How do you get on with Mike Hedges?

He's got a chip the size of a boulder.

I don't know if it's me or all women.

Oh, believe me, it's all women.

So, what's your history with him?

Long story.

Have you seen his wife?

No. I didn't even know he was married.

Mm. Ex-stripper.

Somehow, uh, photos of her in action

found their way around the Yard.

It was absolutely nothing to do with me.

No, really.

Hedges is convinced I had something to do with it,

but, um, I hadn't.

It was very funny, though.

To be honest with you, it's not as if we see that much of him.

He's very preoccupied.

Maybe it's something to do

with this shooting inquiry he's involved with.

Did he say anything about it?

No, not to me, but you overhear things, you know?

Something about the victim not being quite the innocent

he's made out to be.

Would you, um, like something to eat?

Oh, I'd love to, but I'm meeting my fiancé.

Fiancé? Ah.

Perhaps another time, then.

Well, it's very nice to see you again, Commander.

Clare.

Clare. Okay.

James, this is Maddie.

I got a call from your lawyer just to put your mind at ease.

Your publication deal's still on,

no matter about your recent, mm, things.

But they want us to do a rethink

on the public book signing.

Give me a ring when you...

Well, just call me when they let you...

Call me later. Bye, sweetie.

Your publication deal's still on.

Your publication deal's still on.

Thanks.

It's a really good place.

I gave you the brochure, didn't I?

It's a shithole.

Oh, God, Sara.

I only gave you that because I don't want you to get cold.

It's a nutter's hat!

If my baldness embarrasses you, then complain to the NHS.

It's their fault. They choose my bloody wigs.

I did offer to buy you a really nice one.

Convertible.

Oh, I've always wanted one of these.

How much did it cost?

- Good for pulling. Had any luck? - No.

I'll never understand you. You're surrounded by men.

Yeah, and I'm their commander.

Give me that.

Can we put the top down? Please?

I'll even wear the bloody hat.

Okay.

Collar number Oscar Papa 894.

Abandoned vehicle, Edgeley Road.

Checking PNC for Papa 255 Yankee Tango Hotel.

I'm not going in there.

Sara, do you know how long it took me to get you a bed here?

They're like gold dust.

It's got a great conservatory.

The kids can visit you there.

It's even got a bar.

Oh, fantastic. I can drink myself to death.

This is the end of the road, isn't it?

It's just temporary.

Until you get your strength back.

I'm not going in there in that damn chair.

The hat's bad enough.

Okay. Okay.

Come on.

Steady.

Bitch!

Now feel your stomach relaxing.

Deep breaths.

And feel your spine press flat to the floor.

I'm not available right now.

Please leave a message.

When are you coming to visit again?

Bring the kids.

And I need some talcum powder and a new face cloth,

cotton wool buds, and a decent pair of tweezers.

Oh, it's Sara by the way. Dying to see you.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Let your mind relax.

Concentrate only on your breathing,

in and breathing out.

Your body feels weightless.

You are totally relaxed.

Christ's sake.

Yes?

Commander Blake, I'm sorry to disturb you.

I was wondering, if we could speak for a moment.

Who is this?

James Lampton, Commander.

I'm sorry, I can't speak to you.

How did you find out my address? What are you doing at my home?

I-If I could just have five minutes.

Good night, Mr. Lampton.

Lie on the floor, feet slightly apart,

arms at your side.

Now we will begin to relax our body.

Think only of each part of you

as you begin to relax.

I thought I told you!

Clare, it's George.

Oh, it's you.

Christ, I hate those steps.

- You got company? - Oh, just come in, George.

Oh!

They're not from me. Someone left them outside.

Secret admirer?

Is something burning?

It's called incense. It's supposed to be relaxing.

Oh.

Obviously working.

Do help yourself.

Don't you find this tinkly music makes you want to pee?

"With abject apologies for any inconvenience my public arrest

may have caused you personally."

They're from Lampton.

Did you see him downstairs when you arrived?

- No. - Well, he's gone now.

Well, pour me one. Make it a double.

You know, if he bothers you,

you could always tell his probation officer.

They'll whip him straight back inside.

I would really love one evening

when I don't have to think or talk about Lampton.

What brings you here?

Well, it's this shooting.

It seems there are certain elements

that didn't quite make it into the report.

Like that Lionel Cripps

isn't quite as innocent as we're led to believe?

Yeah.

You know, I knew that name Cripps meant something to me.

Do you remember Shorty Johnson?

He was in charge of the Tooting robbery.

- Was Cripps involved in that? - No, no, no.

No, I was having a couple of jars with him,

and I just gently dropped the name in.

No, according to him,

our man Cripps was a snout.

Very big-time too.

Kept well under wraps.

- And... - And?

I want you to watch this.

I had it cleaned up.

Now, you told me to look into this, and you were right.

What am I looking for?

Now, look, there goes our boys in the van

and the patrol car, right?

Just as it says on the unit list.

Now here they come. They come 'round here.

Now I want you to just watch up at the top of the screen here,

see this pedestrian.

Now look. Headlights but no car.

Now hold.

The pedestrian's disappeared and so have the lights.

Those lights were from another vehicle that was there.

Somebody didn't want us to see it.

Or who was in it.

That's right.

Now watch more.

I reckon about 15 seconds have been taken out of this tape.

Now Cripps comes out. He's gonna be shot here.

Now watch our man Warner.

He comes 'round here, he puts his hand up to his helmet.

He's walking this way and then, bingo.

No helmet.

Well, we didn't see him take that off.

This has been edited.

Somebody has cut themselves out of this tape.

Why wasn't this picked up before?

I don't know.

How many times did you ask Hedges for this tape?

Listen to me, Clare. He's gonna make trouble for you.

You asked him to tread softly over Lampton,

so what does he do?

He spends his whole energy trying to get you bad press.

I mean, do you really want to open

this very nasty can of worms?

Because I have a very good idea who's gonna come crawling out.

Open it.

- Ken. - How are you?

This is D.C. Carol Browning and D.S. Brian Hall.

- D.I. Ken Miles. - Hi, nice to see you again.

- Oh, you two know each other? - Yeah, sort of.

We were both on the intelligence training course at Hendon and...

Really? So what's with the call-out?

Uh, come and tell me what you think.

I read about the nurse over at Queen's Park.

Same MO with one twist, so I contacted you.

Christ, what's that smell?

Oh, that's a chicken left cooking in the oven.

Burned to a crisp. Place was full of smoke.

Neighbor called the fire brigade.

They came here, and they called us.

Would you mind if I took a closer look?

No, be my guest.

Uh, just mind where you walk.

We've got some prints marked out over there.

Any witnesses?

No. She's been dead for a while, though.

FME says maybe yesterday, early night.

Rigor mortis has set in.

Plus we've got an alarm clock

that fell on the floor next to the bed,

probably in a struggle.

The clock face is smashed at 7:30.

And this is her flat?

Yeah. Name's Angela Thornton, aged 22.

She might be on the game.

Obviously does a bit of massage, like your nurse,

but, uh, other than that

right now we don't know very much about her.

She's been here six or seven months,

but there has been no handbag recovered, no driver's license.

Like our other girl.

The way the bra has been knotted is very similar to our case.

Gov, we should get these hairs tested,

check they're the victim's.

You see, look, there's a clump here by the temple

that looks as if it's been cut,

but other strands have been torn out.

You go ahead.

Well, look at that.

He's left his bloody calling card.

And I'd like to take this opportunity

to deny any allegations

that I have any personal connection whatsoever

to the author and ex-prisoner James Lampton.

Bit more maybe?

I don't know.

Um, I was his arresting officer in '89,

which subsequently led to him being charged with murder

for his then girlfriend, Annabelle Magee.

"And I played no part in his early parole"?

I played absolutely no part in his early parole,

but I did agree... Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Uh, don't put that in, Gina.

I did agree to write the foreword to his book

which I was assured was for

internal prison publication only.

"The proceeds, I must remind you,

are to be donated to Victim Support."

Yes. Yes, yes.

"Which is why, when I was confronted

with a mainstream publication intended for the general public,

I allowed my foreword to remain in the book."

Exactly.

To have removed them would have cost too much

and taken vital money from Victim Support.

That was my last and only connection

with James Lampton.

He happened to be standing next to me

when that photograph was taken.

I can't make it any plainer

that I have absolutely

no connection with James Lampton.

I'm sorry, Clare, but you do.

That was D.C.I. Hedges.

You're Lampton's alibi for the second murder.

You got to help me, man.

It's Murray. Murray Dickson.

It's all a mess, man.

A stupid mess!

I lost my temper, man.

She made me do it.

Look, call me back.

Oh, I don't know the number. Um...

Uh...

Uh, look, give us a sec. Yeah, I'll call you...

I'll... I'll call you back.

I did not allow Lampton into my home,

but I spoke to him via the intercom.

And what did he want?

To see me.

I refused.

Yeah, that's more or less what he said,

though he says he saw you arrive home.

Uh, said it was about 6:00.

Yes, I did arrive around that time,

and, yes, I did look out of the window

when George Hart buzzed my door,

and, yes, I saw James Lampton's car still outside.

Stalking you now, is he?

That was, uh, about 8:00.

Thereabouts, yes.

Where was the victim found?

Clapham.

And what's your time frame again?

Between the hours of 5:00 and 9:00.

On the other side of London.

Well, he can't be in two places at the same time.

That's impossible. Are you still holding him?

We have prints on the knife and two clear footprints.

We've cleared out his cupboards of shoes.

Forensics are checking them as we speak.

He'll have to do his press interviews

and book signings in his socks.

My statement.

You know, Mike, it does start to look and sound

as if you're harassing him.

And I'm beginning to know what that feels like.

I don't like his smug attitude,

coining it on the back of a dead girl.

He served his time.

He's a cold, calculating killer that left his effing book

so that we would know just how clever he is.

Or you have a copycat.

All the details of his crime are in that book,

and it's on the best-seller list.

Commander.

What have you got?

None of Lampton's shoes fit the footprints.

But the knife... The prints on the knife?

Not Lampton's.

You've got the wrong man, Mike.

Good night.

I am in no way accusing the police of harassment.

I... I have been released.

I am innocent. I have not been charged.

And, no, there is...

There is no truth in the reports that Commander Blake

has been anything other than a source of encouragement...

Get him back in here! Do it!

And move the press back!

This is a police station, not a bloody premiere!

Falsely reported that we are in some way involved.

I have no other comment to make.

Have they arranged a taxi for you?

No, but I can walk to the tube.

I'm sorry I had to bring you into this.

I didn't know what else to do.

I'm trying. I'm...

I'm really trying to make a new life.

I can give you a lift to the nearest tube.

Are you sure it isn't an inconvenience?

Well, you know it is. Get in.

We have just released James Lampton from custody.

No charges have been made.

That's all.

Thank you.

I'm rearresting James Lampton.

It's all a bit flimsy, Mike.

Well, maybe you have some personal reason

you don't want James Lampton picked up.

Stay.

My driver's waiting.

Tell him to go.

Lampton's scum.

All the tabloids lead with the breaking story...

Oh, my God.

I'm finished, aren't I?

How much did they pay you, James?!

How much did they pay you to set me up?!

Entrapment is illegal.

It won't stand up in court, Commander Blake.

What's she doing, spreading her legs for you, too?