(THUNDERCLAP NEWMAN'S 'SOMETHNG IN THE AIR') # Call out the instigators, # because there's something in the air # We got to get together sooner or later # because the revolution's here. # And you know it's right. # And you know that it's right. # We have got to get it together. # We have got to get it together now. (INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) # Lock up the streets and houses # because there's something in the air. # We've got to get together sooner or later... # (MUSIC FADES) They said you'd be here. Sir, I don't think Eddie Phillips was just Julie Ann's boyfriend. What? I went to speak to Susie and she` (GROANS) Tennison. You shouldn't have done that. There are protocols. I know. But` Whatever she said could be inadmissible. When was this? Just` Whoa, whoa, best if you don't tell me. Same again. WOMAN: Sure. What are you having? Uh,... I'll just have the same as you. (PEOPLE CHATTER) There you go. (TOM JONES' 'IF LOVING YOU IS WRONG, I DON'T WANT TO BE RIGHT' PLAYS) Cheers. Cheers. Eight years ago we had this young PC, Charlie Hopkins. He was not much older than you. (SIGHS) (DISTANT LAUGHTER) He died while doing a routine check on a vehicle with false plates. The driver deliberately mowed him down. What Hopkins didn't know was that... (SIGHS) the driver was on his way to an armed raid of a bookies. I got information about a garage taking the vehicle in for repair, so I broke in. I found it. Smashed headlight. Dented bumper. Blood smear. I knew I had him, the driver. You arrested him? No. No, he saw me go in the garage. And by the time we came back with the warrant, he'd torched the car. No fingerprints, no nothing to connect it to PC Hopkins. Bastard got away with it. Sorry. I` I didn't mean to be... (SIGHS) going on about that. Uh... (SIGHS) (SOMBRE MUSIC) Cheers. Cheers. Same as you. I trained at Hendon. LAUGHS: And when was that? Late '50s,... early '60s? Really? Well, I suppose that explains why you're walking me home, then. Clearly I'm old and doddery enough to warrant a chaperone. (CHUCKLES) Actually, it's because you nearly fell over coming out of the pub and then you tried to get your car keys out. I didn't want to see what happened next. Well, in that case, um,... thank you for saving my life. (GENTLE MUSIC) (CHUCKLES) No, but seriously, I'm` I'm very... (SIGHS) Drunk? Grateful. I admire you. (SOFT ROMANTIC MUSIC) No. Sorry. Can't be doing that. I'm your superior officer and, uh,... we're both very drunk. (GENTLE PIANO MUSIC) Evening. (WHISTLES) I should be going. Um, will you be OK getting home? Yes, I'll be fine. Uh, well, um... (SOFT CLASSICAL MUSIC) (REFLECTIVE MUSIC) (GROANS) (REFLECTIVE MUSIC CONTINUES) (SIREN WAILS FAINTLY) All right, Early Bird? Morning. Late one, was it? Where'd you go? Nowhere. Stayed in. Up late studying, that's all. (UNSETTLING MUSIC) (LAUGHTER ECHOES) (ALL LAUGH) Tell me we found Eddie Phillips. Still looking, but we'll find him. Sir, nothing found in Eddie's flat. Not one print that matches Julie Ann's. Bollocks. Any luck tracing the red Jag that Eddie claimed picked Julie Ann up? That was the last time she was seen alive. Nothing yet. We gotta get started on those red Jag phone calls, Jane. Jane? Mm? Phone calls? Yes. Where'd you get up to? Uh, let's see. Go from there. Morgan. I need a plonk to accompany me to Julie Ann's parents. Uh, Sergeant Harris has posted me on foot patrol covering five beat. Sorry. Tennison. (LIGHT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (MAN LAUGHS) (BIRDS CHIRP) (SIGHS) There was a matching necklace. It was part of a set. I'm sorry, we haven't found that yet. (SIGHS) Well, at least we'll have something of hers for the service. We'll release the body as soon as we can. There is another reason that we stopped by. What is it? We've already told you everything we know. This may be difficult for you to hear. Julie Ann may have been trying to kick her drug habit because she was pregnant. Oh, dear God. I take it neither of you knew? The newspaper describes Julie Ann as a` a drug user and a prostitute. If you speak to the press will you remind them that she was more than that? Of course. (SIGHS) The post-mortem also revealed that your daughter had injuries consistent with a beating. We think from about two weeks before her death. Uh, wa` was` was this the boyfriend? This, uh, Eddie? How do you know about Eddie? The newspaper describes him as Julie Ann's boyfriend, helping with your enquiries. (TENSE MUSIC) 1 (ROCK MUSIC) # Wish everybody would leave me alone, yeah. RADIO: Well, the news is on the hour, every hour. And... (RADIO PRESENTER SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) Come on, John. Time to get up. (COUGHS, SNIFFS) They've been talking about that poor murdered girl again on the radio. (EXHALES, COUGHS, SNIFFS) Ta. Makes you scared to leave your own home. Is David back? He was. Went straight out again. He spoken to you? About? Just wondered what he's up to. (MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO) John, is this about some girl he was seeing? He's fine, Ma. Now do us some bacon, will ya? (CHUCKLES) # All those lies can be so unkind. # They can make you feel like you're losing your mind. # (ELECTRIC GUITAR TWANGS) Got anything stronger? Do I look like a dealer? Please, man. Tell me where I can find Eddie, then. You're not gonna find him. If you really need something, look, I can give you an address not far from here. (PHONE RINGS) We're speaking to all Jaguar dealers in the area, looking for the owner of a red XJ series. 20,000 red Jags sold since 1968. Can we get a better description? Well, when we find Eddie, we'll ask him (!) Tennison! Mm-hm? I just found Julie Ann's PM report lying on my desk. Yes. You told me to leave it there, sir. Yes, but it needs to be in an envelope with my name on it. It's sensitive material. (PHONE RINGS, PEOPLE CHATTER) MAN ON TELEPHONE: Hello? Hello are you still there? (DOOR SHUTS) Sorry about that. MAN: Hello, yes. Sorry, you said he worked there? And it's definitely a red jaguar? MAN: Fine, yes, I'll hold. Um, this garage say there's a red XJ6 for a doctor at Homerton Hospital. So, it's Dr Hussein Pryor? (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) Thank you. Great. Morgan, you beauty! Yes! Come on! (ENGINE WHIRRS) (BREAK ENGAGES) (SOFT MUSIC) (DOOR SHUTS) Silas, darling. Is that van gonna be parked there all day? Once they've unloaded it, I'll get them to move it around the corner, OK? And the noise level... I do hope there won't be any noise. (LOUD CLANGING) (LOUD KNOCKING) Let's hope not. I will sort it. You're a treasure, darling. (CLANGING) Hey. You have to keep quiet. The busybody next door will complain and the council will shut me down. Please, move this stuff downstairs. Why do you care if the council shut you down? Yeah. This time next week you'll be on a beach, sitting on a big pile of cash. (CAR ENGINE HUMS) Ready to roll? Yeah. What are you gonna do with your share? Get as far away from here as possible. Me too. Mum will be all right, won't she? Yeah. She'll have Dad to look after her. Yeah. Hey. I dunno what's going on in that head of yours, but don't fuck this one up for us, David. I'm not gonna. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (ENGINE STARTS) She looks familiar. Julie Ann Collins. She came here as an outpatient on May 1st to sign up to your methadone programme. She was last seen climbing into a red Jaguar outside here. Do you own a red Jaguar XJ6? My wife has the Jag ` ex-wife. She lives in Kent. We're gonna have to contact your wife to confirm this. Fine. Have you talked to Teresa? Who's Teresa? Teresa O'Duncie, one of the receptionists here. I'm sure she knew this girl. Is Teresa here now? Ask one of the girls, they'll have her details. Thank you for coming in, Ms O'Duncie. After I had my appendix out last month, the stitches got infected. Just take a seat. I had this shooting pain right across my stomach, so they put me on a course of antibiotics` O'Duncie. Is that with a C-Y? C-I-E. Well, when I came back to work today and heard about Julie Ann, the pain came back in the same place ` right here. So maybe it's an emotional pain, not an infection. Every cloud... Mm. Dr Pryor said you let Julie Ann use an office phone? Her and Eddie. We know Eddie at the unit. He was always around. I was never sure about him. Any idea who she called? No. I overheard her asking someone for money,... well, demanding. But it was an 0-1 number. Would anyone have written it down? Yeah, me. External calls have to go through the switchboard. You still have it? When Julie Ann left, did Eddie go with her? He asked her where she was going, but she told him to mind his own business. He got really angry with her. I reckon he's done this. You should speak to him. (SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE) Bye, Sheila. The public phone's always out of order, so I didn't think there would be a problem. (PHONE RINGS) I like to help the poor angels any way I can, point them in the right direction. That's where I wrote it down ` on the pad there. Before I got this job, I was an outpatient here. It's a disease, addiction. Stop. What you doing? Checking for indented writing. Not by that ham-fisted method. Forensic document examiner does that. He's got a bigger pencil. Come on. 1 (TENSE MUSIC) What you doing here again? (PEOPLE CHATTER) (MATCH SCRATCHES) (TENSE MUSIC) I've been thinking, I want the same share as John and Danny. They're doing the manual labour. It's worth that on merit. You hardly even know Danny. He's your cousin! He's family too. And I'm your son. David! (CHUCKLES) We're only keeping 40%. The rest goes to Whiteley. The slices are already cut very thin. Thinner for some than others. Why's the money become an issue all of a sudden? You can have 5% of mine. 10. Don't push your luck. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (MEN CHATTER) Cliffy, mate. Looked like you was having some family trouble. A son like that needs to be brought in line. Don't fill me with confidence seeing you being talked to by a cripple like that. (ROCK MUSIC) (LOUD BANG ON DOOR) Shit. # ...just what you'll say. # I'd never hurt you, baby... # We're looking for your mate, Eddie. I've not seen him since you last picked us up. Well, he's your mate. Has he not dropped by? No. Shall we take you in, Billy? I swear. Last chance. What'd you put in your pocket as I came in? Help us out or we take a look. Try Dwayne Clarke. Eddie always runs to him when he's in trouble. This particular car was parked outside Homerton Hospital. Hello? Yes, thank you. And I was wondering if you had a chance to look at the hospital notepad we brought in? Right, we need to speak to this prick Billy told us about ` Dwayne Clarke. He's hiding Eddie. Still looking, but we'll find him. There's nothing so far, no record. His name doesn't crop up anywhere. Well, run his name by Drugs and Vice. Check some branches. He's getting fidgety. He's rumbled. Go, go, go! Hello, lads! Jesus. Scared the shit out of me. Oh, I didn't realise you Drug Squad boys got scared. My guv needs your help. Oh, yeah? We need you to ID someone. Dwayne Clarke. Real name ` Darren Ackroyd. Believe it or not, but the lad is well-connected. Fingers in lots of pies. But he's got form. Likes to stomp on heads. Junkies, mostly. Where can we find him? You don't. He's the subject of a long-running undercover operation. Oh, come on! Don't be a jobsworth. My hands are tied. This is a murder investigation. She was 17, for God's sake! We think he's harbouring our prime suspect. If you don't touch him, we'll agree to a fair exchange of information. We'll show you ours if... Well, you know. We don't know for certain if there's active surveillance on him, so make sure no one outside this room knows. Find Dwayne and we get Eddie. Where do we find him? Duke let slip that Dwayne has an alias ` Darron Ackroyd. We've got an address and a car registered to him. (KNOCKING) Come in. (DOOR OPENS) Sorry to interrupt. Sir, the forensic document examiner, um, retrieved a partial number from the pad we found at the hospital ` 0-1-9-4-6-0-3. I'll need your signature so that the GPO can send us a list of possibilities. I put it in an envelope... with your name on it, sir. Leave it with me. (EERIE MUSIC) (BLADE SWISHES) (YELPS) (GROANS INTENSELY) Who's the cripple now, then? You should watch your fucking mouth. (YELLS IN PAIN) Don't suppose Dwayne drives a brown mini? Look, if he's as smart as Duke suggests, then he's not gonna come back to his flat with Eddie, is he? (INDISTINCT RT CHATTER) (SIGHS) Better not be late for my gig tonight. Do you do any Beatles? (INDISTINCT RT CHATTER) Bolan, Quo, Slade, Kinks. No bloody Beatles, no. You should do some Beatles. (SIGHS) Dwayne's not home. Darren's not home. RT: (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) Over. Go ahead. Uniform has spotted a blue Mercedes ` listed owner, Darren Ackroyd. (CAR ENGINE STARTS) Registration ` Delta, Hotel, November, 5-7-7, Hotel. Heading north on Tolbert Rd. Over. Tell Uniform to take him now. We don't want to lose him. (SIREN WAILS) (TYRES SCREECH) (ENGINE REVS, TYRES SCREECH) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES) (ENGINE REVS) That's him! (TYRES SCREECH) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (SIREN WAILS) (TYRES SCREECH) (YELLING) RT: Suspect apprehended. Tell them to keep him there. We're on our way. Over. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Where is he? Did you lose him? He's over here. He's a real handful. Took four of us to pin him down. Is everyone all right? Yes, sir. We've had to chuck him in here. (KNOCKING) Get me out of here! (LAUGHS) You arseholes! You got nothing on me. Dwayne. Yoo-hoo. Mr Clarke. Can you hear me? MUFFLED: You're gonna pay for this! Knock once if you can. (KNOCKING) MUFFLED: You've got no right to do this. Is he cuffed? You're gonna pay for this! Yeah. Ready? Oi, what's this all about? Get me out of here now! You arseholes! You've got nothing on me! Good work. Eddie Phillips ` his girlfriend has turned up dead. He's done a runner, and we think you know where he is. So, let's see what Mr Clarke's been up to. Scuzzy dickhead like Dwayne Clarke can afford a motor like this, and I'm on a poxy scooter. I don't know no 'Eddie'. We saw you with him, idiot. So why are you covering for him? I'm not covering for that arsehole. We found these in the air filter. It's enough to throw 'possession with intent to supply' at him. What did we find in your car that starts with W? I didn't put that there. Who did, then? Fucking tooth fairy? Here we go. (TENSE MUSIC) Got it. He kept a tally book. So, in this little book we have a handy list of your customers. Now, this Tod had quite the party on the 13th. You supplied him with various drugs on the day that Julie Ann died. I've never seen that book before. One of your coppers must've planted it. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) You're on thin ice. Same goes for that bag of weed and the money. None of that is mine. I'd like to speak to my solicitor. Tell us where to find Eddie Phillips. Fucking Eddie. I ain't seen him. 1 (TYPEWRITER CLICKS) How did you afford a place there, then? (PHONE RINGS) I didn't. Live with my parents. Yeah? So do I. (TYPEWRITER CLICKS) Can't you type any quicker? He didn't give us Eddie, did he? We'll stick him with a possession charge. What do you tell Duke? Speak of the Devil. You arrogant pricks. CHUCKLES: All right. Steady, mate. Six months of surveillance down the drain! We're building a case against some major players, and you just blew it out the water! I've got a murdered girl. I don't give a toss about what long game you're playing. What's that? Part of our fair exchange of information. Duke! Hold on. Shit. Who's that with Eddie and Julie Ann? A new player. We're still establishing his identity, but he's a regular supplier of Eddie's. They were taken two days before she died. All we know is, on the street he's known as Oz. Thank you. (CRUTCHES CLUNK) (DOGS BARK) (CAR ENGINE HUMS) According to the plans, the first wall is... somewhere. It's there. Right. Let's go. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (LOUD CLANGING) (DRILL WHIRRS, HAMMER BANGS) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES) (RUBBLE CLATTERS) (SIGHS) Jesus. RT: Eagle one at eagle's nest. Eagle one at eagle's nest. We're done for the night. RT: You still awake up there? Eagle one, I'm awake, over. Might I suggest we continue without her? Dad! Where is she? I told her to be here! (SIGHS) (SIGHS) Oh, finally! Sorry I'm late. I hope you're not gonna wear that on the day. It'll look like Pam's out on day release. Please, Mum. I'm missing work for this. Glad you could make it (!) We're at the vows. You take the bouquet. What? Take it, then! And when we leave the vestry, you hand it back to me. Got that? I think we need to go over it again, for my sister's benefit. (LOUD THUMPING) (PEOPLE CHATTER) (HEAVY FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) In a rush, Tennison? Oh, morning, Sarg! First day of training today. Thought for a minute the rumours were right, you found yourself a new boyfriend. What rumours? Well, general consensus round the station is the only reason you've signed up is to procure yourself a husband. Great (!) You could do a lot worse. Now, I've got you down to accompany DI Bradfield to the Collins service, so dump your boyfriend and smarten up! Sarg thinks I'm only here to find a husband. CHUCKLES: Oh yeah? Like I'm a cat stuck up a tree, waiting for a man to save me. (GROANS) There is not a man in this station I would open my legs for. What, none of them? Are you kidding? They're all good-for-nothing. Yeah, I know. You got a boyfriend? No. You? Beat them off with a stick. (DI BRADFIELD CLEARS THROAT) (CLEARS THROAT) Look, I` I don't usually drink that much. What do I do if someone asks about the investigation? (SIGHS) Um... Just tell 'em it's sub judice to discuss it. (TENSE MUSIC) (BIRDS CHIRP) (PEOPLE CHATTER) (PLATES CLINK) (PROJECTOR WHIRRS) (TENSE MUSIC) George. Oh, um, thank you for coming, Detective Inspector. Have there been any developments? We are chasing several leads, sir. Oh, well, that's something. So sad, George. So very sad. Uh, let` Let me get you a taxi, Reg. Yeah, I think you're right, George. Uh, Tennison. Could you call a taxi for this gentleman, please? Of course. Thank you, dear. Would you like to come and say hello to Mary? Of course. (PHONE DIAL WHIRRS) Hello? 48 Churchmount Road, please. Oh, um... (01) 946 0365. Thank you. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES) (PEOPLE CHATTER) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES) (INTENSE MUSIC) 1 Cheers, Danny. Is, uh, everything all right? I didn't see any ashtrays inside, so I assume Ms Collins'd prefer I do this out here? Ah, yes. Well, uh, you assumed right. Sorry, sir. You had the phone number. I didn't think it was enough. Well, it's enough to question him and get a warrant. Now, I trust we won't find your fingerprints all over those door handles. I didn't touch it. (SIGHS) Where is Gibbs? It was a good spot. I don't usually drink that much. That suspect driver I told you about ` about six weeks later we arrested him for a different robbery. And the bastard gets out this week. (TENSE MUSIC) (BUZZING, RINGING) What the hell's this? Lord knows, I have no desire to delay your release. So I've convinced Mikey here to tell the warden he fell down the stairs. So what? Ought to tell your dog to be more careful who he bites. See, trust... that is so important to me, Clifford. Now, I've invested too much in this job to allow anything to derail it. Now, you promised me you could do it. And in return for 40%, I don't expect to have to deal with shite like this. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Do you know who I am?! You're a nobody, old man. You'll return the plans, and I'll find someone more obedient. I was pulling schemes like this when you were still shitting in your nappies. Now, my boys have already started, so back off, and let us get on with it. SCOFFS: All right. Untwist your knickers, Clifford. I've got people on the outside relying on you. So stop messing about and get it done. Or next time I'll take more than just your wife's purse. (TENSE MUSIC) (DISTANT CHATTER) (DOOR BUZZES) Right, you four with me. Where'd you go for that warrant? Timbuktu? Wait here. With me. All right? Hi. Make sure nobody goes into the bedrooms before I do. One of the lads saw you and Bradfield outside the section house the other night. I didn't think you were a cat stuck up a tree. Be careful, Jane. Nothing happened. Weren't studying, were ya? Come on. Excuse me. So sorry. (PEOPLE CHATTER) DCI Bradfield. What's this, a change of shifts? I'm very sorry, Mr Collins, but your guests need to leave. W-W-Whatever's happened? My officers need to search your house. This is the warrant. Now? I-I've already told you that Julie Ann didn't live here. You also told us you hadn't spoken to her since last year, but we've discovered that's not that case. She telephoned this house on May the 1st. The day she was seen leaving the clinic. (TENSE MUSIC) Um, w-what do I tell them? That you need to be alone. They'll understand. (TENSE MUSIC) George? Excuse me. Could I... h-have everyone's attention, please? Thanks for coming. All yours, Paul. I'm looking for anything that can place Julie Ann Collins here in the last two weeks. Morgan, can you sit with Mrs Collins, please? Yeah. Tennison ` take the garage. See what you can find. Sorry about this. Just remain here for me, please. Won't take half a minute. (SIGHS) Well, why are they speaking to George? It's just a formality. SIGHS: Oh my God. Did you speak to Julie Ann on May the 1st? She telephoned. U-Um, we spoke but not for long. What did you talk about? Uh, sh` she wanted to borrow some money. I refused. That was it. You didn't see her? No. See, on that same day, outside Homerton Hospital, we have an eyewitness who saw your daughter getting into a red Jaguar. You have a red Jaguar parked in your garage, George. On May the 1st at 11am, did you pick your daughter up from Homerton Hospital? I don't even know where that is. And about two weeks later, Sunday May the 13th, in the evening, can you tell me where you were? I've already told you. Tell me again, George. My wife and I went to a dinner hosted by one of the managers at my factory. We found red fibres on Julie Ann's socks. Are they gonna match the carpeting in your car, George? Why do you keep using my first name? Do you think I'm guilty? My own daughter? You think I'm capable of this? After you picked Julie Ann up from Homerton Hospital, where did you drive her? (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) Well? (SIGHS) We can place her near the car. She left a nice, clean thumbprint on the passenger door handle. Unless the father talks, it'll be hard for us to prove that was put there in the past two weeks. Guv, you need to see this. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) We found nothing in the master bedroom or the study. Spare room's used for storage. Where's this going, Spence? It's this room, sir. There's blood here and here. Mattress had been turned over. These fibres seem a good match. But I'll have to check at the lab to be certain. Sir. (DARK, DRAMATIC MUSIC) Christ. They locked her in here. This is a cell. (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) George! George! What's going on? Ma'am. Ma'am, please. Captions by Chelsea Thoresen Edited by Tracey Dawson. www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air.