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Previously on Prime Suspect: Tennison... Be careful, Jane.

Nothing happened.

MAN: She was last seen climbing into a red Jaguar.

You think I'm guilty?

My own daughter?

You think I'm capable of this?

Guv, you need to see this.

BRADFIELD: They locked her in there.

George!

What's going on?

MORGAN: Ma'am, please.

Prime Suspect: Tenniso (thunder) (whimpers) (click) 22-year-old Jane Tennison is trying to become a police detective in 1970s London.

She's hungry to learn how things are done in this man's world.

She's determined to fit in, but she's not really one of them.

And she knows it.

Can a pretty young girl ever become one of the boys?

Depends on what she's willing to do.

Prime Suspect: Tennison.

("We Gotta Get Out of This Place" by The Animals playing) ♪ In this dirty old part of the city ♪ ♪ Where the sun refuse to shine ♪ ♪ People tell me there ain't no use in trying ♪ ♪ Now, my girl, you're so young and pretty ♪ ♪ And one thing I know is true ♪ ♪ You'll be dead before your time is due ♪ ♪ I know ♪ ♪ Watch my daddy in bed and tired ♪ ♪ Watch his hair been turning gray ♪ ♪ He's been working and slaving his life away ♪ ♪ Oh, yes ♪ ♪ I know it ♪ ♪ He's been working so hard ♪ ♪ I've been working, too, babe ♪ ♪ Every night and day ♪ (giggles) ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ We gotta get out of this place ♪ ♪ If it's the last thing we ever do ♪ ♪ We gotta get out of this place ♪ ♪ 'Cause girl, there's a better life ♪ ♪ For me and you.

♪ This way, Mrs. Collins.

(phones ringing in distance) You heard he's out today?

I heard.

We'll just send a welcoming party to his house.

These aren't the old days.

They will be for Clifford Bentley.

(knock on door) (door closes) So, where were you between the hours of 6:00 and midnight on Sunday, the 13th of May?

(sighs) I've already told you.

My wife and I were having dinner with Daniel Zimmerman, the senior quality control manager at my company.

Hmm.

Well, Mr. Zimmerman claims you left his house shortly after 10:00 p.m. Did you go straight home?

Yes, we did.

And on the first of May, did you pick Julie Ann up from Homerton Hospital and take her back to your house?

I picked her up.

Yes.

(sighs): Only to take her back to the estate in Hackney where she was staying.

(knocks, door opens) What?

Sir, DC Hudson called.

He's finished the house-to-house.

The next-door neighbor claims she saw a man matching Eddie Phillips' description visit the Collins' house two nights ago.

Thanks.

(door opens) All yours.

She's bricking it.

Morgan.

Yeah?

You want to take the lead on this one?

Me?

Yeah, you're good with her.

Between you and me, Bradfield wants to recommend you for a TDC post.

MORGAN: Mrs. Collins, where were you on the evening of Sunday, the 13th of May?

Um, I was out to dinner with my husband.

And on the first of May?

I know you've already spoken to the clubhouse.

I was at a charity golf match at the Royal Blackheath.

When you got home, was Julie Ann there?

(sighs): I didn't go straight home.

I went to my sister's, and I stayed there.

Today is supposed to be a day of reflection, not interrogation.

(sighs) BRADFIELD: So, Eddie just showed up?

I'd never met him before.

Uh, he came, uh, looking for money.

He said he'd keep coming back, so I gave him some.

How much?

Oh, I don't know.

Eight, nine pounds.

Whatever I had in my wallet.

And why'd he target you?

I didn't ask.

I just wanted to get rid of him.

And now he's missing.

That doesn't explain why you locked your daughter in that room.

I didn't.

BRADFIELD: We have her fingerprints on the inside of that door.

Red fibers found on Julie Ann's socks match the samples we took from the rug in that room.

Well, I don't deny that Julie Ann used to stay in that room, but she hasn't been home since last year, so...

There was blood on the mattress.

Maybe someone had a nosebleed.

A nosebleed?

(men laughing) Keep an eye on him.

Yes, sir.

(door closes) Why have we still not found Eddie Phillips?

Post some more wooden tops in a car outside the Pembridge Estate, speak to your informants.

Do something-- I want him found.

Yes, sir.

BRADFIELD: Teresa O'Duncie claims Julie Ann demanded money from her father, and now George Collins says Eddie tried to get money out of him.

Julie Ann's posh accent.

I mean, he knew her old man was well-off.

BRADFIELD: Yeah, or he knew he was a pushover.

JANE: Sir, the photos from the drug squad surveillance of Dwayne Clark.

I've checked them against the log.

What are you doing now?

Sir?

Can you go to Barclays and pick up George Collins' bank statements, please?

Yes, sir.

Of course.

Bank statements.

(dogs barking in distance) ("Downtown" by Petula Clark playing on radio) ♪ All the noise and the hurry ♪ ♪ Seems to help, I know ♪ ♪ Downtown ♪ ♪ Just listen to the music ♪ ♪ Of the traffic in the city ♪ ♪ Linger on the sidewalk ♪ ♪ Where the neon signs are pretty ♪ ♪ How can you lose?

♪ ♪ The lights are much brighter there ♪ ♪ You can forget all your troubles... ♪ What are you doing?

(snaps fingers) ♪ Things will be great ♪ ♪ When you're downtown... ♪ Here's me thinking I had a hole in my pocket.

Look at you.

(whispers): You're a mess.

When are you moving out?

You said a couple of weeks.

It's been months.

What was that?

I'm not the one looking to get wasted at 10:00 in the morning.

Dad asked me to stay longer to keep an eye on you, you loser.

RENEE: John.

Help me get stuff ready for the party.

♪ Forget all your cares, so go... ♪ Sir, the bank statements.

Look at the first and second of May.

Sir, can I sit in?

I'm not sure that's appropriate.

Because?

If I could stand at the back and observe.

(sighs) Two withdrawals, £250 each, on the first and second of May.

GEORGE: I-I do my company's payroll on the first of each month.

BRADFIELD: So why withdraw another £250 on the second?

There was some overtime I hadn't factored in.

Seize the company accounts.

No, on-on the first, Julie Ann phoned me in tears, begging for some money.

Boyfriend had, uh, run up a debt and was in a spot of trouble.

500 quid?

50.

That's how much I gave her.

It's the boyfriend you need to talk to.

Some deal he and Julie Ann were involved in.

When he came to see me, he wanted more money.

What deal?

Well, I didn't ask.

I didn't want to know.

Just another one of his lies, some make-believe story about a wizard.

It's just... Oz?

Yes.

Just trying to help my daughter.

BRADFIELD: Anything?

She insists the day Julie Ann was picked up from Homerton, she never saw her.

She was at her sister's apparently.

We need to find this Oz.

If this is all about a drug deal that went south, maybe that's why Eddie and Julie Ann were beaten up.

EDWARDS: Or a robbery.

Julie Ann had 50 quid on her when George dropped her off at the estate.

BRADFIELD: We've only got his word to go for it.

We know he locked her in that room.

For how long?

Maybe something happened to her when they got back from that dinner party.

When Eddie went to Homerton Hospital with Julie Ann, did he have crutches?

GIBBS: According to Teresa O'Duncie's statement, he did, yeah.

What were Julie Ann's injuries?

Julie Ann didn't have them then.

So we were wrong.

Julie Ann wasn't beaten at the same time as Eddie.

So where'd she get those injuries from?

("Whiskey in the Jar" by Thin Lizzy playing) (gate buzzes) About bloody time.

(speaks indistinctly) (laughter) Good to see you, mate.

You're on your own?

Ma's at home baking you a cake.

I ain't been punished enough?

(chuckles) ("Whiskey in the Jar" continues) (engine starts) (whoops) Let's get you out of here.

CLIFFORD: How are the preparations coming along?

JOHN: Slow but steady.

'Cause of the alarm.

We'll get through the dividing wall tonight.

Make sure your ex don't come out of the woodwork once she gets a whiff of the money.

She'll have to find me on the Costa del Sol first.

(chuckles) How much is it?

A cool plum.

Hundred grand.

Stash money from one of Whitely's rivals.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

We keep 40% of whatever we get.

Only 40?

Do this right, this job'll put us back on the map.

BRADFIELD: You have an answer for everything, Mr. Collins, so let me get your take on this.

During the search of your property, my officers found a golf club beneath your stairs with blood and hair on it.

Forensics will examine that hair and check the blood type against Julie Ann's.

God, when I picked her up, I barely recognized her.

She looked awful.

Sick.

(sighs): Well... She said she wanted to get clean.

What could I do?

I agreed she could stay in her old room.

When Mary came home from playing golf, I was making Julie Ann some soup.

It just upset Mary so much to see her like that, she went to stay at her sister's.

Why don't you just jump to the part where you locked your daughter in that room?

GEORGE: She asked me to put a padlock on the door.

She said it would help.

So while Julie Ann ate lunch, I put a bolt on the door, and then I-I left her.

I went downstairs.

She...

Hours later, I heard her... kicking and... screaming.

I didn't know what to do.

And then it went quiet.

I went upstairs to check on her.

She was on the bed... with a needle, about to... Oh, why didn't I check the bag?

BRADFIELD: The golf club, George.

GEORGE: She went mad, like a wild animal.

She attacked me, pushed me over, ran downstairs.

Tearing the house up.

Whenever Julie Ann came home, I'd hide the valuables, but she saw the payroll money and took it.

She was opening the front door.

Mary'd left her golf clubs in the hallway.

I don't think I planned to hit her with it, but I did, several times.

She was just... She was just lying there, not moving.

BRADFIELD: You didn't call an ambulance?

I, uh... carried her back upstairs to her bedroom and went to the bathroom to get the first aid.

(sighs) But when I came back, she was gone.

Front door was open, and Julie Ann was nowhere in sight.

Money's gone.

And Eddie-- he knew you'd beaten her.

That's why he blackmailed you?

How long was Mary at her sister's?

Uh...

I telephoned her, she came back home, so, uh, two, three hours.

Only your wife's sister told us that on Wednesday, the first of May, she didn't see you or Mary.

(kids chattering playfully) Come on.

Come on, let's go inside.

That Nick's missus?

Uh-huh.

What's her problem?

I've done me time.

So who's here, then?

Just a few of the usual suspects.

(men laughing, chattering inside) Hello, luv.

Tell 'em he'll be right in.

Didn't want them to see me cry.

I knew I would.

(sniffles) I know it ain't been easy.

No, it ain't.

Things are gonna be different, promise.

You think I'm stupid enough to get caught again?

Come on, better go in.

No, no, luv, thank you.

No, that's okay.

You sure?

Want some cake?

(laughs) ♪ I hear you knocking... ♪ No, I'm all right.

Thanks.

Bit of cake?

Danny.

Danny, have a bit of cake.

I made it myself.

(indistinct chatter) Would you like a bit of cake?

I couldn't possibly.

(laughs) It was a good setup.

It was a good setup.

It was.

No way.

No way.

You can say that... (music continues in distance) There you are.

You're not in the mood for a party?

Are you pleased he's back?

Course I am.

What kind of question is that?

No matter what happens, Ma, I'll look after you.

I can look after myself, thank you.

I'm serious.

You can do better than him.

Don't know why you stuck with him all these years.

He's your father.

He'd better not mess you about again.

Come up when you're ready.

(sighs) Do you recognize this?

This is from a set of ladies' golf clubs we found at your house.

Then it's probably mine.

Your husband confessed to using this golf club to beat your daughter with.

Oh, God in heaven.

(crying): Oh, George.

BRADFIELD: We found her blood on it.

We believe this was used in a brutal attack on your daughter in your home on the first of May.

What will happen to him?

Nothing.

When we dusted it for fingerprints, we only found yours.

George told us what happened.

You weren't at your sister's.

We checked.

I was trying to stop her!

For her own good!

By hitting her with this?

Do you have any children, Mr. Bradfield?

You don't know what it's like to have a daughter who takes that poison and destroys the life you've given her.

I couldn't let her leave.

How many times did you hit her?

Yes, I hit her.

(crying): But I didn't kill her!

(sobbing) BRADFIELD: No... but by lying to us, you're helping the bastard who did.

(crying) Anything you've held back?

Anything?

Her bag.

She left it behind.

It was a tatty old thing.

But I kept it... in case she ever came back.

Come here.

Oh, get off.

(whoops) (both laughing) (laughs, whoops) I'm spilling my drink.

Never mind that.

(both laughing) You silly old sod.

Here.

Let's have a night on the town, hey?

I've got to sort this mess out.

Ah, the boys will clear this up.

Where's David?

Why wasn't he here?

He went out.

You what?

Who's paying for this night on the town?

John, fetch me a hammer.

(door creaks) (Clifford sighs) What are you doing?

Where's the box?

RENEE: What box?

There was one-and- a-half grand in it.

Where is it?

I don't know.

Where's the money?

Tell me!

Dad.

I haven't touched your bloody money.

I don't know.

Then why don't I believe you?

You hid it under our noses when we're barely scraping by.

It was for all of us, for when I got out.

Well, what's happened to it?

One of you must've taken it.

The old bill turned the flat upside down.

They must've taken it.

Yeah, they took everything else.

Thieving bastards!

Sign here and here, sir.

Thank you.

Please find who killed her.

We're doing all we can.

JANE: They're devastated.

BRADFIELD: I just hope we're doing the right thing by letting them go.

Julie Ann had 250 quid on her, in new traceable bank notes.

EDWARDS: George Collins inferred that Julie Ann and Eddie were doing a deal with Oz.

We need to find this Oz.

GIBBS: Then Eddie could be telling the truth.

So this Oz... Could it be him?

EDWARDS: Which means Eddie's the direct link between Julie Ann and Oz.

BRADFIELD: Maybe.

(sighs) This day wouldn't be so bad if we could've at least charged the parents with something.

What, so you can sleep easier?

They've been through enough.

They confessed to beating their daughter, and they gave us the runaround.

GBH, perverting the course of justice.

(scoffs): Yeah, well, we all know you haven't got kids, mate.

Great.

(Gibbs sniffs) Public Order Act, 1936.

Chapter on unlawful meetings.

You know you've got ketchup on it?

Hmm.

Mm.

What's going on between you and Bradfield?

Nothing.

Nothing's going on.

Are you trying to end your career before it's even started?

They're like dogs, they like being stroked.

But for God's sake, don't let them hump your leg.

I'm not.

Nothing happened.

MORGAN: Mind if I join you handsome chaps?

GIBBS: More the merrier.

Good work today, Morgan, with the girl's mother.

Seriously?

We'll make a WDC of you yet.

EDWARDS: This beef's tough.

That's lamb.

BRADFIELD: All right, uniforms are back from the Collins house with Julie Ann's bag.

Lawrence is going through the contents now for forensics.

GIBBS: Sort my tray out, will you, Morgan?

Tennison-- someone needs to enter the property in the exhibits book.

LAWRENCE: This is Julie Ann's bag that we found in the shed at the rear of the property.

Bit of a rocker, by the looks of it.

Slade at the Forum.

David Bowie at Earl's Court.

BRADFIELD: What's that on the back?

GIBBS: Dwayne Clark sold drugs to Tod on the day Julie Ann died.

Hmm.

Maybe he was a part of Eddie and Julie Ann's drug deal.

Get onto the GPO, get an address for that number.

Sir.

Len?

A quick word?

Before you say anything, Jim, I've thought about it and, um, I've had a change of heart.

Good.

It would only make things worse.

What?

(sighs) Some gossip going around the station.

You and my probationer.

(scoffs) Thought you should know.

Thanks.

(siren wailing in distance) Sir?

Can we...

Sorry, I'll...

I'll let you get home.

Hey.

It appears we're the subject of gossip in the station, and if it makes you feel awkward, I'll do whatever I can to help facilitate a transfer.

You want me to leave?

No, but we need to clean the slate.

We will.

Have a... have a good night.

(sighs) (sighs) That money was supposed to see us through.

Aye, don't worry.

We'll be "seen through" all right, soon enough.

Yeah, I know.

You think Silas is gonna be a problem?

He's been having a bit of a wobble.

You might need to give him some encouragement.

CLIFFORD: I'll have a word.

I've forgotten something.

You go on.

I'll catch up.

All right.

Evening, Detective.

What brings you here?

You lost?

I made a promise to Charlie Hopkins' widow.

Which was?

That you'd pin a hit-and-run on an innocent man?

Innocent.

I was nowhere near that copper when he snuffed it.

You destroyed your car in a hurry.

Just had to get rid, didn't I?

Tread carefully, Bentley.

Where's your brother?

Oh, can't I trust you two to do anything?

I told him to be here.

(sighs) It's too risky without a lookout.

Come on, better cancel tonight.

(knocks) DAVID: Is Oz in?

WOMAN: Yeah, he's upstairs.

Boss, that address from the GPO.

The Tod number we found in Julie Ann's bag, it's from a phone box in Adeney.

A phone box?

Yeah.

("California Dreamin'" playing) ♪ I passed along the way... ♪ What happened to you last night?

Lost track of time.

♪ Got down on my knees ♪ ♪ And I began to pray... ♪ I can't have you smoking that...

But it helps dull the pain.

Am I asking you?

I've had enough.

This, all this, between you and your brother...

He left me.

He didn't push you off that roof.

What happened was an accident.

And that's all you've ever had to say, isn't it, Dad?

It's in the past.

We are where we are, son, but this job is the Bentley boys going big time.

(scoffs) So pull yourself together or you're out.

Your choice.

So, either Tod comes here at a prearranged time or he's somewhere in one of those houses.

We'll draw up a surveillance schedule, make enquiries with the local collator.

Thanks.

The woman who answered the door to that house was high as a kite.

Well, this is hippie central.

There was a man passed out behind her on the stairs.

Isn't the Homerton drugs unit near here?

MORGAN: So?

What if "Tod" isn't a name but initials?

Yeah.

JANE: Sir?

You finish the house-to-house?

Just a thought-- the receptionist from the hospital.

What about her?

T-O-D. T-O-apostrophe-D. What are you on about, Tennison?

Could it be Teresa O'Duncie?

She already has connections to the case-- more specifically, to drugs and users.

Might be worth speaking to her.

Let's go.

BRADFIELD: Do you abbreviate your name, Miss O'Duncie?

What do you mean?

T-O-D. Is that you?

Do you recognize this number?

That number is for a phone box on the King Charles Road in Hackney, right around the corner from where you work.

What's your connection to that location?

There ain't one.

Do you know a man named Dwayne Clarke?

No.

Dwayne Clarke is a well-connected lowlife who supplied drugs to someone identified by the initials TOD on the day Julie Ann Collins was killed.

Julie Ann had that flier in her bag.

It was you she was ringing.

Don't waste my time, Miss O'Duncie.

You stay on this track and I'll have you charged and in court before the week is out.

What for?

I ain't done nothing.

WPC Tennison, can you think of anything we could charge her with?

Conspiracy to pervert the course of justice in a murder investigation.

Spot on!

And that carries a life sentence.

What were you doing with Eddie and Julie Ann?

I help them.

I didn't know this would happen.

I swear on my life, I-I...

I... (continues stammering) I-I-I... All right, Teresa, breathe.

Breathe deep, long breaths.

(hyperventilating) Why is Julie Ann calling you at a phone box?

It's not me.

I tried to help the poor angels.

He's a dealer.

The gear he sells is better than the stuff they buy on the streets.

All I've ever done is help them.

The hospital helps them!

What you do is poison them, you twisted cow!

This dealer, what's his name, then?

All right.

I'm arresting you for conspiracy... No!

...to pervert the course of justice.

The dealer!

What is his name?!

Get her cautioned and booked in downstairs for further questioning.

(crying): It's my brother, Terry.

But everyone calls him Oz.

All right, listen up.

Our target is Terrence O'Duncie, aka "Oz."

One previous arrest five years ago for dealing heroin.

He operates out of a squat on King Charles Road, Hackney.

Where's Morgan?

Case conference at solicitors department for Kenneth Boyle.

There could be women and children, so we need a plonk.

Plonk's ready, sir.

Good.

I don't want you to leave.

In fact, it's, uh... it's the last thing that I want.

Good.

Well, just so you know.

Not that I was planning on leaving.

Just so you know.

Good.

Good to see you again, Mr. Bentley.

I see you ain't bothered to decorate since I was last here.

SILAS: Times have been tough.

CLIFFORD: My heart bleeds for you, Silas.

I trust you've changed the oil.

(chuckles) Your family well?

John said they've gone on ahead.

Eleni hates flying, so they went by boat.

They arrived yesterday.

Kolossi Village, right?

Remind me, where is that?

South?

Yes, near Limassol.

You look nervous, Silas.

(clears throat) I miss my family.

I want to leave to join them.

You can keep the café closed.

If anybody asks... Silas, Silas.

I fancy a nice cup of tea.

How about you?

(pouring water) How long you been here?

18 years.

And in that time, have you ever been closed?

No.

No.

If you leave for Cyprus, people will get suspicious.

In three days, you'll be rich, and then you can get off back to Kolossi and see Eleni and the kids.

Let's get this show on the road.

Have you ever done something like this before?

Keep your wits about you, Jane, you'll be all right, okay?

OFFICER: On your word, sir.

OFFICER: Let's go, let's go!

BRADFIELD: All right, head upstairs with uniform, see if anyone knows the victim.

Police!

Where's Terrence O'Duncie?

Hmm?

Where's O'Duncie?!

Don't know, man.

Upstairs?

(grunting) We're through.

Give me a hand.

Plans are right.

That's the alarmed mesh.

Move it!

Move it!

(frantic chatter) OFFICER: Get 'em out, yeah?

Move yourself.

♪ ♪ (sniffs) (sighs) Shall I?

Yeah.

Yeah, do it.

(click) (steady buzzing) (buzzing stops, machine powers down) (both exhale) (laughs quietly) (both laughing) CLIFFORD: That's one down, eh?

All right.

Move it.

All right, I'm going.

Must be 40 or 50 junkies living here.

There's two young'uns downstairs asleep.

One of 'em's still in nappies.

All right, get Social Services and an ambulance.

He's up here.

GIBBS: The scum.

(groaning) (woman moaning) Police!

Nobody move!

Get her out of here.

Get dressed, come on.

TERRENCE: What the hell's going on?

You can't just come kicking down doors.

Terrence O'Duncie, you need to come with us.

What's this about?

GIBBS: The murder of Julie Ann Collins.

You're joking.

All right, what's it gonna take for you lot to get lost?

Huh?

Look, I know how this goes.

I know how to keep my trap shut.

125.

You what?

300, then.

Split it between you.

You little piggies can buy yourselves something nice, yeah?

Get your filthy pig hands off my jacket!

Spence!

Come here!

Come here!

Yeah?

Bribing me?

BRADFIELD: Spence!

Get... get him off!

BRADFIELD: Spence!

Come on, I'll kill you!

I'm all right!

All right!

GIBBS: Yeah?

What you still doing here?

Get down to the car!

You didn't see anything.

All right?

You saw it, he went for me.

(siren blaring) (radio squawking) You all right?

You saw it, bastard went for me, I had to defend meself.

Best if you keep quiet.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Profiles first.

(camera winds) Turn to the right.

Look to the camera, son.

(camera shutter clicks) Instead of staring, why don't one of you's get my solicitor?

SERGEANT: We'll call him tomorrow.

Get him out of here.

Move it, come on.

I know my rights.

Bloody hell, Len.

Looks like he went ten rounds with Henry Cooper.

Spence saw red.

You know how he gets.

I can delay this, but it won't go away.

Just make sure Gibbs gets his story straight.

(jackhammer pounding indoors) (jackhammer stops) What's going on?

What are you playing at?

SILAS (whispers): Police.

There's a policeman outside.

Shh.

Eagle's Nest, come in.

Eagle's Nest, come in.

(pounding continues) Eagle's Nest, come in.

Come in, Eagle's Nest.

Good evening, Officer.

Everything all right?

Evening, sir.

We had a complaint from one of your neighbors about the noise.

Uh, we're carrying out a refurbishment of the kitchen.

Uh, please, let me show you.

I have a permit.

I told the council there would be some out-of-hours work.

So, uh... who made the complaint?

I'm not at liberty to say, sir.

Are you finished for the night?

Of course.

(radio crackling) OFFICER: Good night.

SILAS: Good night.

Jane.

You got a minute?

Not really, sir-- I'm late as it is.

Oh, well, I just wanted to check if... (door opens) Excuse me, sir.

...if everything's all right.

Yes, sir.

Absolutely.

You're sure?

Positive.

I understand you're holding one of my clients here, Mr. O'Duncie.

Did he call you?

I'll take that as a "yes."

Would someone kindly show me to my client?

Thank you, Sergeant Harris.

It's Eddie Phillips.

Divers just fished him out.

(camera winding) The uniforms found this on the towpath.

And this broken syringe.

We can safely say it wasn't a midnight swim.

Someone's given him a good crack on the head.

BRADFIELD: So he was hit first, then thrown in?

Can't clarify that till after the PM.

ASHTON: Judging by the state of him, he's been here a while.

I'd say 24 hours, at least.

Right, I'll try and find the professor, let him know he's got another postmortem to attend to.

Thanks, Paul.

What were you mixed up in, Eddie?

(door opens) What are you doing?

Look at him.

Eyes like pinpricks.

What's going on?

We had a copper turn up, didn't we?

Because you were high.

I wasn't-- I, I wasn't.

Went up to look for you and I found this.

And this.

We flushed the rest of it.

Let the rats get high on it.

You got any more stashed away?

No.

Hmm?

You've got to sort yourself out.

I'm not going back to prison because you're too high to do your job.

Who's going back to prison?

David?

No one, Mum.

What's that?

No, don't worry.

It's sorted.

(officers speaking indistinctly) Sir, is the Gestapo really necessary?

BRADFIELD: It's nothing personal, Morgan.

We're all under the microscope today.

O'Duncie might try and put us on the back foot.

Hold on, these notes are fresh from the bank.

They're in the same sequence.

Look.

That can't be right.

O'Duncie's a drug dealer.

Call the bank.

Get the serial numbers for the 500 quid George Collins withdrew, cross-reference those.

Where were you on the evening of Sunday the 13th of May?

I was at home all night.

Do you know Julie Ann Collins?

When we searched your squat, we found a large quantity of drugs and 235 pounds in cash.

Was that connected to the deal you were doing with Julie Ann Collins and Eddie Phillips?

We know Eddie was there.

We found his fingerprints on your door.

SOLICITOR: And might I suggest this Eddie chap broke in, planted the drugs and money, and then informed you?

This morning, this Eddie chap was pulled from the Regent's Canal.

We believe he was murdered.

Did you know that Eddie spoke to us?

And that's why you had to shut him up?

Speculation.

You, Eddie, and Julie Ann Collins.

I'd say that proves something.

And now they're both dead.

(whispers indistinctly) My client would like to discuss the events that occurred during his arrest.

What occurred is, Mr. O'Duncie attacked my officer.

My client doesn't see it like that, and we will be making a formal complaint.

Well, it's his word against ours.

Except, we have a witness.

Miss...?

Flowers.

She only has one name.

We're going to need your full name.

Miss Flowers, we are speaking to Terrence O'Duncie in connection with two murders.

You were not there when Mr. O'Duncie attacked my officer.

Yes, I was.

And I'll swear to it and all.

I saw Terrence get punched and head-butted by your mate.

Miss Flowers appears to have seen everything, D.I.

Bradfield.

You wanted to see me?

A10 have requested an interview with you about the alleged assault on O'Duncie.

Tomorrow morning.

What should I tell them?

Just tell them what happened.

I heard you were downstairs when it all kicked off.

Yes, Sarge.

MARTIN: Some bruising on his ribs and hip.

Old.

Best guess... 14 days.

Uh, lateral fracture on the left ankle, recently healed.

He's been in the water at least 24 hours.

Recent injection site in the groin.

Blood analysis will confirm, but we can assume he was under the influence.

What about the head wound?

A blunt force injury.

Impact site is consistent with a large, blunt object, and from the wound, most likely postmortem.

A barge, maybe.

But the barge didn't kill him?

We'll know more later.

(office chatter, phones ringing) BRADFIELD: So what have we got?

25, in fives, each matching the serial numbers from the cash withdrawn by George Collins.

There's one, two, three fives that match the list-- 15.

Right, and you sent the top and bottom notes from the stack for fingerprints.

That's 50 quid.

George Collins lent Julie Ann 50 quid to pay back Eddie's debt, and now those same notes end up with O'Duncie.

We're closing in on him.

Eddie's debt was with O'Duncie.

All right, Tennison?

Listen, I'm, I'm sorry about bringing all this to your door.

Can I buy you a drink?

I need to go home.

A10 should have better things to do.

Just doing their job.

What are you going to tell them?

I, I'm not sure, I...

Listen.

If this complaint gets upheld, I could get suspended.

If, if you just tell them you were downstairs with the girlfriend...

But I wasn't.

I came back up for her shoes and I saw the whole thing, I....

I have to go.

("Block Buster!"

by Sweet playing) (laughter, whooping) ♪ Ah ♪ ♪ Ah... ♪ Come on, it's a party.

I'm all right.

You enjoy yourself.

Oh, okay.

Did Mum and Dad make you the responsible adult?

♪ He'll come from behind, you'll go out of your mind... ♪ Oh, Jesus, Pam!

Don't make a mess.

I'll clean it up in a minute.

So who are you bringing, then?

Hmm?

Do you need your baby sister to set you up on a date?

Oh, no, I'm okay.

♪ Can't look into his eyes, you'll be surprised... ♪ There is someone, but he won't be coming to your wedding.

Is he imaginary?

No, he's bloody not, he's just... ♪ He'll steal your woman out from under your nose... ♪ So you've really met someone?

♪ Does anyone know the way, did we hear someone say... ♪ You looking forward to getting married?

Don't change the subject.

What's this bloke like, then?

(chuckles) I...

I don't know.

Don't you?

He's tricky.

Jesus, Jane, they're all tricky.

WOMAN: Come on, Pam!

Come on.

Let's dance.

(crying) (knocking) DAVID (over radio): Eagle's Nest to Eagle One.

Look out, you got a visitor.

(jackhammer running) When you said there'd be noise in the evenings, I didn't expect this.

Sorry, but we'll be finished soon.

What's the hurry?

Can't you finish earlier and just take longer?

Not really.

Who are you?

Was it you who called the police?

I'm sorry about that, Silas.

It's all right.

You got yourself a boyfriend?

I'm not short of offers.

One of them could put you up for a couple of days, until we're finished.

Right.

Oh, I'm sure they would.

Thank you.

You go to bed, love.

No.

I'll do this.

I'm fine, I'm nearly finished.

You all drank a lot.

Did you stick your head in and check on Pam?

She's, uh, passed out, fully clothed.

So I guess it was a good night.

(doorbell ringing) (knocking on door) Did Dad forget his keys?

Uh, he went straight to bed.

(knocking on door) Mrs. Tennison?

Yes.

Um, I'm sorry about the late visit.

I'm, I'm D.I.

Bradfield, I work with Jane.

I wondered if I could have a word with her.

Nearly midnight.

It's all right, Mum.

Evening, sir-- come in.

(softly): He's been drinking.

I can smell it on him.

You go to bed, it's just work.

(sighs) Sorry, Jane.

Did Gibbs send you over here?

Not as such.

I just popped by his gaff to check in on him.

And now you're checking on me.

Jane.

Go on.

Just say what you came here to say.

It's... been a long day, and I need to go to bed.

Sir.

(sighs) O'Duncie's girlfriend is backing his version of the story, so I need you to tell A10 what you saw.

And what you saw was O'Duncie make a swing at D.S.

Gibbs and D.S.

Gibbs defend himself with a single punch.

O'Duncie fell, and hit his head on the radiator.

Saying I was downstairs was a white lie, but this... Spencer Gibbs is a hothead, all right?

But he's also the best detective I've got on my team, and I would prefer to deal with him in my own way.

By lying.

That lowlife O'Duncie is in the frame for Julie Ann's murder.

Maybe Eddie's, too.

It's things like this that derail an entire investigation.

Terrence O'Duncie will use this to get off.

Do you want that on your conscience?

What if they catch me out?

I'll be the one who's disciplined.

Who'll stand by me?

Don't you get it, Jane?

If you do this, the whole station will stand by you.

It's the way the game works.

We all look out for each other.

We are on the same side.

Please think about it.

I'm really sorry about this.

I wish we were talking under different circumstances.

Good night.

Night.

What in heaven's name are you playing at?

(gasps) ANDREW: I'll see you tonight.

JOYCE: Okay.

Well, your mum's worried sick again.

I told you, nothing's going on.

Oh, don't lie to me.

I haven't said anything.

JOYCE: I am concerned that my daughter is... having relations with her senior officer.

(laughing): "Having relations"?

(exhales) Chime in any time, Andrew.

Well, this is very much your area.

It doesn't bother you that this is going on under our roof?

(sighs) This, this Bradford chap.

(chuckles): Bradfield.

How... How well do you know him?

How well did you know Mum?

You got married a month after you met.

Your father did not turn up in the dead of night asking me to lie for him.

You were spying on me?

Oh, Jane, don't be so naïve.

JANE: I'm sick of this.

(sighs) Once he's got whatever he needs, he'll cast you aside.

And for what?

So his friend can save face?

He's a colleague.

Oh, whatever he is, it's not your business.

What happens at the station is my business.

But it's not yours.

(door opens, closes) What'd you tell them?

He went for me.

I landed a punch.

He fell against the radiator, hit his head.

And did they go for that?

(sighs): I hope so.

Well, go home.

Try and forget about it.

(sighs) LAWRENCE: Autopsy report on Eddie Phillips.

Cause of death was internal bleeding.

We found heroin in his blood, along with high traces of strychnine.

Strychnine?

Commonly found in rat poison.

OFFICER: Wakey, wakey.

(lock clunks) She's all yours.

(hinges creaking, lock clicks) I just need to confirm your name and age and then we can get you some help.

I don't need help.

I need to get out of here.

I've done nothing wrong.

I spoke to our missing persons index.

The Girls Village Home in Ilford reported you missing on August 25, last year, Sarah.

(exhales) I just need you to confirm it and then you can go back to being Flowers.

I don't need your permission.

I know.

My skin is burning.

(exhales) Julie Ann Collins was an associate of your boyfriend, Terrence.

On May 13, she was murdered and dumped in an unused underground car park.

Did you know her?

I don't feel well-- you said you'd get me help.

We will do everything we can.

(gasping) He's not my boyfriend.

I let him screw me when I need to get high.

And I really need something now.

(exhales sharply) But you saw him with Julie Ann?

I don't know what happened to her, but... What is it?

Eddie, I saw Eddie.

Where?

We have a witness who says Julie Ann Collins visited your squat on the day she died, May 13.

BRADFIELD: Julie Ann came to see you to pay off the 50 quid that Eddie Phillips owed.

We had the notes chemically treated for prints.

Both yours and hers were on them.

ASHTON: What did you do with the rest of Julie Ann's money?

Three weeks before, you ordered some thugs to beat up Eddie Phillips over that debt.

Says who?

BRADFIELD: We have witnesses.

From the squat?

Reliable witnesses, then?

Did Julie Ann ask you about a drug deal?

Wanted to make a few quid?

Vulnerable young girl with a couple of hundred quid in her pocket.

You, a notorious drug dealer with a thing for vulnerable young girls.

When we tear your place apart, are we gonna find the rest of her money?

My client denies any involvement in Julie Ann Collins' death.

(knock on door) (door opens) Sir?

Can you tell D.I.

Bradfield what you just told me?

I saw Eddie Phillips at the squat.

I watched him die in front of me.

Go on.

I walked in on 'em having an argument.

Terry was pissed off that Eddie spoke to you lot.

Then, he calmed down and gave him a hit on the house.

But that don't make no sense 'cause Terry never lets anyone shoot up in his room, but he let Eddie do it.

And you saw all this?

Eddie just collapsed.

Terry said he'd be fine, but his whole body started shaking, like, really shaking, and then... Oh, God!

She needs treatment.

Get her to the hospital.

(cries): Can you help me?

(crying) It's okay.

Two nights ago, Eddie Phillips, he came to visit you, you had an argument.

My officers found drug paraphernalia in his belongings.

We pulled your prints from his bag and also from a box of rat poison we found in your squat.

You let him inject this, to kill him, and then carried him to the canal and threw him in.

Did Eddie find out you killed Julie Ann?

Was he blackmailing you?

BRADFIELD: More likely, Eddie was a liability.

He grassed you up, didn't he?

You couldn't have that.

I didn't kill Julie Ann Collins or Eddie Phillips!

BRADFIELD: We're charging you for both.

Get him in a cell.

ASHTON: Come on.

Please state your name for the record.

Probationary WPC 517G, Jane Tennison, sir.

And can I confirm that you were present during the arrest of Terrence O'Duncie?

I was.

Yes, sir.

WILLIS: In your own words, describe what happened during that arrest.

JANE: Detective Inspector Bradfield and Detective Sergeant Gibbs broke down the door to Mr. O'Duncie's dwelling.

At the time, Mr. O'Duncie was, um... Why the hesitation?

Sorry, sir.

At the time, Mr. O'Duncie was in bed with Miss Flowers.

I was tasked with assisting her out of the room and I...

So, I... D-Downstairs... WILLIS: Just tell us exactly what you saw.

Can I request that we interview WPC Tennison alone?

WPC Tennison, would that be okay?

JANE: Um, I believe an officer is entitled to be represented by a more experienced colleague.

May I continue?

I saw Mr. O'Duncie lash out at D.S.

Gibbs.

D.S.

Gibbs defended himself, landing one punch, causing Mr. O'Duncie to fall and hit his head on the radiator.

(paper rustling) And Miss Flowers?

Where was she during this altercation?

JANE: Downstairs, on the second floor landing.

Sorry you had to go through that, but... you handled yourself admirably.

Thank you, Sarge.

Tennison?

That's another obstacle cleared so we can take this bastard down.

That's all this was ever about.

Just told them what I saw.

And I had you down as a Goody-Two-shoes.

I'll be all right, won't I?

You kidding?

You're one of the team now.

JOYCE: We're not trying to control your life.

JANE: Well, that's what it feels like!

But you don't have to go straightaway.

(sighs) There might not be another vacancy for months.

Oh, and that would be the worst thing, to wait?

Jane, you are not thinking this through.

Oh, for God's sake!

Oh... Don't raise your voice at me.

Then help me pack, instead of interrogating me!

(softly): Oh.

(sighs) (sighs) Jane, you made it.

What do you fancy to drink?

I'm okay, thank you.

No, don't be silly.

Can we get a G and T?

So, we got the bastard.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Yes.

(door opens) BARTENDER: Sorry, lads, I'll be with you in a minute.

Bloody hell.

(wolf whistles) Look at the state of that.

EDWARDS: You all right, Spence?

Did you get hit by a Woolworth's truck on the way in?

(laughing) It's fashion, mate.

Did you hear?

I'm in the clear.

I owe you one, Jane.

Don't mention it.

Lots to celebrate tonight, eh?

Two murders wiped off the boards.

(excited shouting) (cover of "You Really Got Me" by The Kinks playing) ♪ Girl, you really got me goin' ♪ ♪ You got me so I don't know what I'm doin' now ♪ ♪ Yeah, you really got me now ♪ ♪ You got me so I can't sleep at night... ♪ You took one for the team.

They all bloody love ya.

I love ya.

(chuckles) You're drunk.

And you're not.

Come on.

Get that down you.

Morgan, Tennison, come on.

Come on.

No, I'm all right.

♪ You really got me, you really got me ♪ ♪ You really got me ♪ ♪ See, don't ever set me free ♪ ♪ I always wanna be by your side ♪ ♪ Girl, you really got me now ♪ ♪ You got me so I can't sleep at night ♪ ♪ Yeah, you really got me now ♪ ♪ You got me so I don't know what... ♪ (knocks) So, it's true.

You moved in.

I saw the vacancy on the notice board.

Well, it's great here.

It's very convenient.

(chuckles) I'm a bit too old to be getting under my mum's feet, so... (door opens nearby) Mm, I've just had the "no boys on this floor" pep talk by Sergeant Turner.

I don't want to be getting into trouble on my first day.

He'll be fine.

(chuckles) I wanted to thank you for what you did.

I know that can't have been easy.

It wasn't.

I'm just glad it's over so now we can...

I mean, so you can get on with the case.

Right.

If that'll be all... Good night, then.

Good night.

Jane.

What I said... the other night... ...that I admire you...

I really meant it.

♪ ♪ (clicking rapidly) Morning.

Afternoon.

What time do you call this?

Here you go, this'll wake you up.

It's your turn to visit Ashley Brennan.

Who's he?

One of our most... vigilant citizens.

(chuckles) MORGAN: He lives on the Pembridge, place where Julie Ann was found.

(static crackles, indistinct radio transmission) (tape rewinding) (static crackles) (knocks) Oh, we've already had the landlord round about the aerials.

A-Ashley's gonna take them down.

I'm not here about that, madam.

Your son called the station?

Ashley.

(indistinct radio transmission) Ashley.

Ashley.

(knocks on door) There's a policewoman here to see you.

About bloody time.

(indistinct radio transmission) Thank you, Mother.

Shut the door.

Identification, please.

Can't be too careful.

What's this all about?

CLIFFORD: ...Eagle One, come in.

I was intrigued by their call name.

Eagle's Nest to Eagle One, come in.

Eagle One.

Not that I thought for a moment that the RCA 88 can pick up NASA transmissions.

CLIFFORD: Come in, over.

(distorted, indistinct talking) They've been active since Monday.

CLIFFORD: Keep going, mate, we'll get there.

Isn't this snooping?

I record all suspected criminal activity.

"Eagle's Nest" refers to a lookout.

And who uses lookouts?

(whispering): Criminals.

JOHN: Eagles One to Eagle's Nest.

We're coming out in two.

David, are you awake up there?

Can you play that bit again?

(tape rewinds) CLIFFORD: You better keep trying 'cause this thing only works when we're at the top of the steps.

JANE: We can check the range of Mr. Brennan's radio equipment and see if we can track down the officer who attended the cafe.

We follow that one, every tip-off from Ashley Brennan, we'd get nothing else done.

MORGAN: You've been Brennan'd.

It's a station joke.

But it was worth a try, Tennison.

JOHN: Is David up?

Up and out.

We need to get on.

Yeah, well, I told him to get himself sorted.

He was shaking like a bloody leaf, wandering about the flat, muttering to himself.

Where is he?

I can't bear to see him like that anymore.

Ma, where is he?

(sirens wailing) JANE: Which room is Sarah in?

RECEPTIONIST: Let me just check.

Room 12.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Thank you, Sarah.

Have you somewhere to go when you leave here?

They found me a room at a home in Richmond.

You won't tell Terrence where I am, will you?

No.

Thank you.

It's okay.

(low, indistinct conversations) David.

What the hell are you doing?

(gasps) Here, give me this.

Oh.

We're fine, thanks, love.

We'll deal with this at home.

Come on.

Don't need any form filling and chitchat with doctors.

Did you get it?

Social worker present?

Sarge, I think I know that man.

The other day on the Pembridge, he slammed his door on me.

Sarge, do you know them?

SERGEANT: Clifford Bentley's lads.

Yeah, I know them.

The voice on the recording, I-I think it was him, the one driving.

SERGEANT: John Bentley?

Are you sure?

Yes, Sarge.

Get whatever you need and let's go.

(engine starts, revs) (honking) (horn honks) (honks) Oi, stop pissing about and get in the van.

(click) Next time, on Masterpiece Mystery.

This is definitely not legit.

GIBBS: Looks like Tennison was right.

I should congratulate her.

KATH: Jane, it's not always clear-cut.

I saw you both earlier.

Go, go, go, go, go.

I need a report.

Someone tell me what the hell's going on.

CUMMING: Prime Suspect Tennison, next time on Masterpiece Mystery.

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