Prime Suspect - Tennison

This is Masterpiece Mystery!

It appears we're the subject of gossip in the station.

Previously on Prime Suspect: Tennison... JANE: The voice on the recording, I think it was him.

CLIFFORD: This job is the Bentley boys going big time.

So pull yourself together!

If this complaint gets upheld, I could get suspended.

TERRENCE: I didn't kill Julie Ann Collins!

Or Eddie Philips!

BRADFIELD: We're charging you for both.

Get him in his cell.

Prime Suspect: Tenniso (thunder) (whimpers) (click) She's too young and too pretty to be a police detective.

There's gossip floating around the police force about her personal life.

Her mother worries.

The work is dangerous.

What kind of people is she getting involved with?

Why can't she just get married and settle down like her sister?

But she's not like her sister.

She's not like anyone.

She's Jane Tennison.

("I Put a Spell on You" by Creedence Clearwater Revival) I put a spell on you Because you're mine You better stop The thing that you're doin' I said, "Watch out I ain't lyin'" Yeah I ain't gonna take none of your Foolin' around I ain't gonna take none of your Puttin' me down I put a spell on you Because you're mine All right!

EDWARDS: Ah, John Bentley.

Nasty piece of work.

You sure it was his voice on the tape?

I think so.

And that's his brother?

Mm.

Why is he on crutches?

It was years ago, him and John were breaking into a bookie's, going in through the roof.

Old Bill turned up, they legged it.

Only David lost his footing and fell, broke both his legs.

If they're up to something, you can bet their old man's behind it.

Tennison, what are you doing?

Why aren't you at the front desk?

Ashley Brennan's recording, Sarge.

D.C. Edwards was just filling me in on the Bentleys.

I'm sure D.C. Edwards has better things to do.

I also suggested that D.I.

Bradfield should listen to the tapes.

(tape rewinding) Sarge, that's backwards, you're meant to go forward.

SERGEANT: Yeah...

Thank you, Tennison.

Sergeant Harris doesn't like women telling him what to do.

Especially probationers.

CLIFFORD: Eagle's Nest, come in.

We need an eyeball.

Over.

(radio crackling) It's Clifford Bentley.

JOHN: Eagle's Nest, come in.

Over.

Eagle's Nest, come in.

When was this recorded?

Three nights ago.

JOHN: David?

David!

Want to tell me why we've got the Old Bill snooping about?

They're clearly rattled.

It's the only time on the recording where they use their real names.

Let's find out what they're up to.

We're putting them under surveillance.

Can you spare the men?

Course.

What, with a double murder investigation?

We have a suspect in the cells.

Listen, are we on firmer ground with the Julie Ann Collins case?

Got some leads and we will make them stick.

When was the last time you heard Clifford Bentley speak?

Recent, was it?

No.

That's why I need to be sure.

Okay then.

Jane.

No one's ever listened to Ashley Brennan before.

We always thought he was just a nosy prat with a CB radio.

So, it's your sister's wedding?

Thought I'd kept that quiet.

Will you be accompanied by an eligible bachelor?

I really don't think that's any of your business, sir.

CLAY (on phone): Just wondered how things were going, Clifford?

CLIFFORD: Um, well, the thing is, the police have been sniffing around, so we might have to postpone a few days.

You what?

A couple of days at most.

I'll get it done as agreed, but...

If the rozzers are giving you a headache, buy yourself some aspirin, yeah?

Your wife has that asthma, doesn't she?

I bet she can't run very far.

You get it done.

Tonight.

(phone hangs up) (hangs up phone) (dog barking in distance) Either of you got any ciggies?

Always thought you'd suit a pipe, Sarge.

Big one, like Sherlock Holmes.

Piss off.

BRADFIELD: Right, we've got movement.

Hudson, when it's clear, I want you to follow David Bentley, see where those crutches take him.

We'll follow the van.

What you doing?

What are you trying to do, kill us?

Oh, for crying out loud.

Come on then, let's do this.

Could be a legit job through Bentley's business.

Since when do you need blowtorches to rewire a plug?

They've got enough fuel to cut through the hull of a ship.

(chuckles) Can't argue with that.

(engine starting) (breathing heavily) BRADFIELD: Still think what they're doing is legit?

GIBBS: This is definitely not legit.

I want a layout plan of those row of shops.

GIBBS: Thinking they're gonna go in through the roof, drop down in.

(door opens) HUDSON: Better shift the van, sir.

David Bentley's keeping lookout from the multistory up there.

Up there in his eagle's nest, is he?

Looks like it.

Hmm.

What do you reckon they're up to then?

(engine in the distance starts) GIBBS: Looks like we've struck gold.

HUDSON: What, they're turning over the cafe?

GIBBS: Next door, you pillock.

Oh, bloody hell.

(drilling and hammering) (groans) Mr. Bentley.

What's that for?

You a superstitious man, Silas?

I believe only in God's will.

(laughs) CLIFFORD: I wish I did.

Now, I trust me, uh... me water, if you want to call it that.

We shouldn't be doing this.

Wha-What do you mean?

Already had the filth poking their snouts in.

JOHN: Through to the steel.

Oh, come on, you're meant to be setting up the tanks, not gassing like women.

Danny, give us a hand, will you?

Ready for later.

Right.

Hurry up.

And you.

Stop scaring the troops, eh?

JANE: Sorry.

At last.

Bloody hell, Pam, you look gorgeous.

Doesn't she?

I love this dress.

So do I.

(Jane chuckles) Mum said she made all of Alma Cogan's.

JOYCE: Your dress is in your room.

Your old room.

Please hurry up, the car's going to be here any minute.

Morning, Mum.

(sighs) GIBBS: Between the bank's old cellar and the cafe's basement is a dividing wall.

Bank's basement is then separated into two areas.

Between the accessible part here and the sealed-off section here, is an alarmed mesh, and then concrete and steel between this second basement area and the vault above.

EDWARDS: Got to be mad to try something like this.

No, with the right equipment, it's doable.

We saw them carry in tanks and hoses for blowtorches.

Heavy duty.

Sir, I tracked down the plod who responded to the noise complaint.

Said he was shown a permit for the refurbishment, but I spoke to the council and they didn't issue one.

(chuckles) (sniffs) Right.

I want 'round the clock surveillance of the Bentleys.

Who else is involved, and how far along they are.

Go on, get to it.

(murmuring) Looks like Tennison was right.

Yeah, I should congratulate her.

Is she in comms?

Oh, no, she's in church, sir.

It's her sister's wedding.

Yeah, well, of course she is.

(organ playing) (sniffs): Oh... You look so pretty in that dress.

Honestly... you nearly upstaged your sister.

Oh, thanks, Mum.

(sighs): Although... something not quite right around the bust.

(sighs): I think you all look smashing.

Oh...

The photographer wants one of the family just in front of the church.

Come on.

Oh, put those in front of you for the photos.

Okay?

(camera shutter clicks, group cheering) (indistinct conversations nearby) What are you playing at?

Okay, I'll tidy up.

I'm not talking about the room.

The state of you.

That girl on the Kingsmead... What about her?

Julie Ann.

You were close, weren't you?

Not really.

Stop lying, David.

You can talk to me about anything.

(knock on door) Enter.

Hello, sir.

This O'Duncie downstairs, have you charged him yet?

Yes, for both murders.

And you've all the evidence we need?

If I could just show you... Help me to understand, Bradfield, why you have diverted your team from finishing off this case.

Hand the bank job to Flying Squad.

Let them make a judgment on whether to proceed with it while you concentrate on closing the Julie Ann Collins case.

It's all in hand, sir.

That's not a suggestion, Bradfield.

Yes, sir.

Good.

(cabinet slams loudly) (static crackling) Again, sir, can you do that quieter?

I would make less noise if your aerial transmitter was as powerful as the RCA 88.

But we can't have everything, can we?

(phone ringing) WPC Kath Morgan, Hackney police station.

JANE: Kath, it's me, Jane.

Oh, right.

Just checking in.

See what the latest is on the Bentleys.

Apparently, they're going to rob a bank.

Seriously?

Should I come in?

Are you mad?

You're at your sister's wedding.

Get off the phone and go and get some Babycham down you.

Go on.

Kath?

(dial tone) (hangs up phone) (buzzing) (sighs): Clearance for security.

(phone rings) Dunsford.

MAN: Passcode, please.

276.

MAN (on phone): Thank you.

(metallic squeaking) What's the contents of these boxes in this safe?

You would need a court order for me to show you what's inside.

Or a bloody big blowtorch and some jemmies.

(phone ringing) Dunsford.

(speaks indistinctly) I shouldn't think any longer than ten minutes.

We've got their van and lockup.

I say we go in now.

No.

No, we let them go through with it.

DUNSFORD: 825.

You what?

I'm not giving Clifford Bentley any excuse.

But surely we should...

I said we let them go through with it.

DUNSFORD: Great.

How's it feel, Mrs. Bailey?

Still waiting for it to sink in.

You seen him, or has he fled for the hills already?

He's in the kitchen.

Uncle Roy's boring him about motorways.

We should go save him.

Come on.

There's something going on at the station.

Yeah?

And?

(Elton John's "Daniel" playing) Oh.

I can see Daniel Waving good-bye You'd rather be there.

Oh, no, of course not.

God, it looks like Daniel... When you first said you wanted to be a policewoman, I thought you'd gone cuckoo.

But it suits you.

Unlike being a bridesmaid.

(both laugh) God, I know, I haven't breathed out since noon.

You can leave.

I mean, if you have to.

No, I can't.

You'd be mad at me.

I would be.

(scoffs): I'll get over it.

Really, Jane, go.

Lord, I miss Daniel Yes.

Oh, I miss him so much I'm proud of you.

Oh, Daniel, my brother You are older than me Do you still feel the pain How are you?

Hello.

Have a drink.

Thank you.

Jane?

I know, I know, I'm a crap sister and an even worse daughter.

It must be very important.

That man who killed the girl-- the newspaper said that they caught him.

And... you played a part.

I was part of the team that arrested him.

Well, it's good that's over.

Yes.

I hope so.

Mum, if you want me to stay... (sighs): Mm.

If you've got to go...

But they do have telephones at the section house, so you could call.

Of the scars that won't heal Your eyes have died... Come on.

Right this way.

(woman sighs) There we go.

Afternoon, sir.

Tennison.

Nice dress.

You drop your glass slipper on the way in?

Very funny, Sarge.

(chuckles) (opens bottle) (gulping) (sighs) What's wrong?

(sighs roughly) It's this job.

It's making me nervous.

Is there trouble?

Anything I need to know?

The less you know, the better.

Cliff?

What is it, love?

Look, you don't need to worry about this.

This is my business.

I'll deal with it.

I think David's mixed up in something.

Like what?

Drugs?

Something worse.

That girl they found in the Kingsmead.

David?

Aw, come on.

(sputters) (chuckles) This bloody job's getting to us all.

After this, we're hanging up our boots.

Somewhere warm.

Fresh start.

I thought you were at your sister's wedding.

I was.

I wanted to be here when you arrest the Bentleys.

That much?

And there weren't any eligible bachelors.

Pity.

I'm glad you came.

BRADFIELD: Jane, there's something... JANE: Yes?

(gasps) Sir, someone wants to see you, says it's urgent.

Morgan said there's someone here to see me.

Yeah, I think you're gonna like this.

Gentleman's come in, says he's got a problem with vermin in his basement.

Sir?

It was John Bentley who approached you?

Initially.

He offered me 5,000 pounds for access to my cafe's basement.

Under the condition that I keep my mouth shut and that my family and I disappear once the job is complete.

Five grand's a lot of notes.

Why are you here now?

I have been naive.

Do you know what kind of man Clifford Bentley is?

He's losing his grip on this job.

He's getting very nervous.

And this job?

They're cutting a hole in the basement wall, through to the bank and then, up into the vault?

Yes.

BRADFIELD: Can you give us an idea on the state of their progress?

Have they started?

Yes.

It's underway.

When are they planning on accessing the vault?

Tonight.

What you doing here?

Silas, he's disappeared.

I woke up and that Greek wasn't in his flat.

The cafe's still closed.

There's no sign of him.

Did you say something to him?

Like what?

Well, I don't know.

He's a nervous sort, maybe you spooked him.

You're meant to be keeping an eye on him.

What's going on?

Silas has gone missing.

Go back to the cafe, in case he turns up.

Well, come on!

(Danny sighs) This is all we need.

This is all we bloody need.

My written English is not so good.

What's this?

It's to register you as an informant.

An informant?

I don't understand.

We need you to go back and go through with the job.

I can't.

If you're absent or they suspect you've spoken to us, they'll call it off.

(scoffs) Wh-What... what is it called when y-you can't be arrested for something?

Immunity.

Will I get that?

SERGEANT: No.

But providing you admit your part in the bank job and stand as a prosecution witness, we can put you into protective custody.

And all I have to do is let them into the cafe?

Yes.

BRADFIELD: No.

We need them to complete work on accessing the vault.

Once they're inside, you will give us a signal and we'll move in.

D.I.

Bradfield, a word, please.

Silas?

Are you in?

(door opens) (door closes) SERGEANT: I've bitten my tongue long enough.

In Terrence O'Duncie, we have a prime suspect in the Julie Ann Collins case that we should be questioning.

BRADFIELD: And miss our chance to arrest Clifford Bentley?

You heard him, it's happening tonight.

SERGEANT: The super's orders were hand this to Flying Squad.

Thank you for that intervention.

SERGEANT: This is reckless.

You're placing that man's safety at risk.

BRADFIELD: He came to us.

I didn't pluck him out of the streets.

This isn't like you, Len.

Take a deep breath.

Think about what you're doing.

If we catch Clifford Bentley on the plot, he'll get another ten, maybe 20 years.

The moment they enter the cafe, make the arrests.

No, all that gives me is a conspiracy to steal charge, he'll be out in two.

I'm not having that on my conscience.

(sighs) Kath?

What if O'Duncie had nothing to do with Julie Ann's death?

What?

If we didn't have him downstairs, would all the evidence still point to him?

Jane, it's not always clear-cut.

I just think... if Bradfield didn't have Clifford Bentley in his sights, he would consider that, wouldn't he?

I don't know what goes on inside his head.

You know, I saw you both earlier.

It's okay.

I'm not mad.

You're both grown-ups.

Maybe I would be mad on any other day.

I was gonna tell you.

They've offered me the TDC role.

(chuckles) You're joining CID?

Oh, that's great news, Kath.

Well, not till next month, but, you know, I'll get out of this uniform.

Who's gonna look after me now?

Oh, like I'm doing such a good job of keeping you out of trouble.

But seriously... you should speak to him.

If you're serious.

About what?

He's got cold feet.

We never should've trusted him.

Oh, shut up.

He'll show.

CLIFFORD: Nobody's seen him.

Maybe he's laying low somewhere.

No.

Something's wrong.

We can still go?

Tonight.

Catch the ferry?

What?

We can't not do this.

Why not?

CLIFFORD: Well, for a start, Clay Whitely.

He'd come after us.

It's happening.

We can't pull out now.

I knew you'd only piss it up the wall, so I hid it.

What, is this mine?

From the airing cupboard?

How much is left?

RENEE: Just over a grand.

That's enough, isn't it?

Get us away from here.

And then what?

If we see this through, we'll walk away with at least a hundred times that.

Yeah, we don't know that.

Then let's take everything, keep it all for ourselves.

You what?

We'll have enough money.

By the time Whitely hears about it, we'll be long gone.

Oh, for God's sake.

Before, you weren't afraid of no one.

I thought he'd be the liability, not you.

Am I the only one prepared to make sacrifices to keep this job on track?

What sacrifices have you made?

CLIFFORD: All right!

All right!

John's right.

We ain't got a choice.

Let's just get it done.

BRADFIELD: Everyone here?

Right.

We've secured the use of a flat near the bank as a command post.

Gibbs, you'll be with OP One there.

(chuckles) I'm in the obo van.

Mm, make sure you have a pee before you go.

And take a clothes peg, you'll need it.

Edwards, you'll be with OP Two, around the corner, on Marlowe Place, waiting for the green light.

Now, once the targets are inside the vault, our cafe owner will give us a signal and we'll move in.

Any questions?

Good.

Get ready.

MAN: Yes, governor.

Sir?

I know it's not my place.

What is it?

It was Clifford Bentley who ran down that P.C., wasn't it?

Yes.

Shouldn't you be in the obo van?

What do I do the next time you push me to be a better police officer?

Do I remind you of this?

The time you let a murder suspect slip through your fingers?

Julie Ann Collins doesn't care about your score with Clifford Bentley.

Score?

Every August for the past eight years, I've attended P.C.

Hopkins' memorial service and I've had to look into the eyes of his widow and tell her I'm sorry we couldn't do any more.

Well, now we can.

And I owe it to Mrs. Hopkins.

We owe Julie Ann's parents.

We've got O'Duncie.

He's going nowhere.

Just wait another 24 hours.

(static crackles) SERGEANT: Is this equipment of yours even working?

(sighs) (banging) DANNY: Hey, where the bloody hell you been?

I had to run some errands.

DANNY: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What errands?

I went to see a travel agent.

(paper rustles) JANE: Here they come.

JOHN: David, come back here.

DAVID: You stay away.

JOHN: Don't wave those bloody things at me.

(grunting) DAVID: Pushing your luck.

JANE: There's something going on between those brothers.

4-5 to OP One.

We have movement at the Pembridge.

BRADFIELD: Right, get ready.

They'll be here any minute.

JANE: Three targets heading out.

Over.

EDWARDS: Received.

ASHTON: Let's go over there.

All right, here they come.

(brakes squeaking) (radio crackling) (distorted voices) CLIFFORD (over radio): Eagle One... Hey, hey, Sergeant, Sergeant!

DAVID: Eagle's Nest to Eagle One.

Eagle's Nest to Eagle One, I'm in place.

Over.

Golf Hotel to all units, we have radio activity.

Operation is active.

Over.

ASHTON: This is it, Jane.

(whirring, cracking) (crying quietly) (cracking) (grunting) We're in.

(panting) We're bloody in.

We did it.

Pass the gas tanks and the blowtorch.

This safe's not gonna open itself.

(grunts) (radio crackling) Silas, what are you doing?

Silas!

What are you doing?

I needed some air.

Yeah, we all do.

Come on, we're in.

It's all hands on deck.

(crackling) (bells jingles) Who's that?

(tapping on glass) Silas!

I've had enough of this.

I can't sleep!

Come on, open up!

I know you're in there.

Go on, love, piss off.

Do you want me to pop down there?

Ashton, get that woman out of there.

ASHTON: Yes, sir.

(knocking) Silas, please!

Come on!

(knocking) Excuse me, madam, can you stop that, please?

Excuse me?

I'm gonna need you to stop that.

Who are you?

I'm a police officer.

I'm gonna need you to stop that and step back inside.

I've called you lot before about this.

(bell jingles) Good work.

Now don't go back to the obo van.

(van door closes) OP Three to OP One.

David Bentley's left his post and is on the move.

Maybe headed back to the bank.

BRADFIELD: Don't let him out of your sight.

I'll do it.

He's already seen you.

(door opens) Silas.

Yes, yes, I-I'm here.

HUDSON: OP Two to OP One.

Dunsford is now in place.

Over.

KATH: Confirmation is through, sir.

The bank manager's in place, ready to let us in.

Right, we're going in.

Get everyone ready.

GIBBS: All units stand by, we're going into the bank.

Right, you heard the man.

Look lively, boys.

(knocks on door) BRADFIELD: Come on, man, open the door.

(knocks) Come on, come on.

How you doing, John?

Nearly there.

(beeps) I have to wait for the... (muffled banging) They're in there.

(phone ringing) Dunsford.

MAN: Passcode, please.

276.

JOHN: Nearly there.

Hold up, wait!

What's that noise?

Shh!

Just give me a minute.

No, turn it off!

(dial clicking) (faint clicking) (groans) Oh, come on, man.

Jane.

Thank goodness.

Um, he's this way.

All right.

I'll have to reset.

(click) John, we got to go!

I'm almost there!

Come on!

John, leave it.

Just go, I'll catch you up!

Is everything all right?

No.

Come on, let's go.

Move it.

He's gone.

(dial clicking faintly) There's nothing like catching them on the plot.

Mate, we've got to fly!

John, police!

I'm not leaving this!

I'll catch you up.

Oh, my God.

(no voice) (explosion) (alarm ringing) (alarm continues) Sarge?

What the hell was that?

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Golf Hotel to all units.

I need a report.

Someone tell me what the hell's going on.

(alarm ringing, officers shouting) I want two of you on guard!

Get everyone out of the flats!

Two of you here, two of you there.

Close off the area!

David?

There were coppers watching the cafe.

I legged it to the lockup.

What do you mean?

What happened?

Ma, we need to go.

The police are everywhere.

Where's John and your dad?

Have they been arrested?

Don't know.

I saw the police and came back here as fast as I could.

But you warned them?

Of course.

I told them to get out.

(sirens wailing) You go.

I'll stay here and wait for your dad and John.

I'll go to Reg's place and meet you there.

David, stop.

Wait there.

Take it all.

Wait until dark and get yourself away from here.

I love you, Ma.

(alarm ringing, faint police radio chatter) EDWARDS (coughs): Sarge?

(coughs) Sarge?

Spence?

Spence?

Jesus, what happened?

Can't hear a bloody word.

Where's everyone else?

Morgan!

ASHTON: Morgan.

She's alive.

(officers shouting) Guv?

(coughs) Guv?

(coughs) Can you hear me, anyone?

(coughs) Body over here.

Guv!

It's John Bentley.

No.

EDWARDS: Len.

Len.

Len.

Len!

Len!

Len!

He's gone.

Len.

He's gone.

Hey.

Len.

Hey, he's gone.

Len!

Len!

He's gone, he's gone.

Len!

No, no, no, no, you can't go in.

Let me get in.

Let me get in!

You can't go in there, Jane!

Let me get in!

No, no, no.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

No!

No.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(panting) Renee, let me in.

(coughs) Where's John?

Ain't he with you?

No.

What do you mean, "no"?

Cliff, where is he?

I don't... as soon as I heard the police coming in, I told him to get out.

I screamed at him that he had to go.

But you saw him leave?

Where is he, then?

Where's David?

Did he make it back?

He's waiting for us at Reg's.

Cliff, please, do the right thing and let him go.

You can take responsibility for this.

What are you on about?

David's not like you.

He won't cope in prison.

Give him a chance to get away.

Nobody's going to prison.

Look.

You should've seen what we left behind.

There's enough here.

Grab your case.

Come on.

I'm staying here in case John comes back.

He's not coming back.

I'm staying here.

All right.

(kisses) (door opens) (door closes) (indistinct announcement over P.A.)

("The Great Gig in the Sky" by Pink Floyd playing) Ooh, ooh (phone ringing) Oh Oh, oh, oh Oh... (crying) Ah Ah, ah, ah Oh, oh (music continues) I never said I was frightened of dying Oh Oh, oh (music continues) (music ends) (door opens) All right?

Not really.

When I first saw him down there...

I thought he was knocked out.

I thought he'd choked up on some dust and... Hudson, stop talking.

Just be quiet.

I'm just saying.

ASHTON: Both of you shut up.

Right, gents, I've got teams of uniforms briefed and ready to go and hunt Clifford and David Bentley.

I suggest you make yourselves useful and join them.

What do you think?

Yeah.

Come on.

Jane, come ride with us.

Best thing's to keep busy.

Got you that from the hospital shop.

(sighs) Can't stand that stuff.

(scoffs) Such gratitude.

Hmm.

You look like you could use it more.

Apart from feeling like someone's stuck knitting needles in my ears, I'm fine.

Did they tell you what happened?

Doctors said there'd been some fatalities.

All our team accounted for?

The two suspects inside the vault.

And, um... No.

EDWARDS: Police!

Clifford and David, where are they?

You can't just barge in here.

Where are they?

I ain't seen them, they're not here.

Bollocks.

JANE: Don't lie to us.

Here, I know you.

Have a heart and tell me what happened to my son John?

She doesn't know.

Right, well, John's dead.

Where are the other two?

(gasping) (struggling for breath) A man we identified as John Bentley was killed in an explosion at the British Savings Bank.

All right, now she knows.

Along with two other men, Daniel Mitcham... and our colleague Detective Inspector Leonard Bradfield.

We need to know where Clifford and David are.

I ain't seen them.

There's no one here.

Well, I'm sick of this.

Where are they?

I don't know.

Who told you about John?

What?

It was on the wireless.

We haven't released that information yet, so who told you John didn't get away?

Nobody.

Bentley till the bitter end, eh?

Deal with her.

Irene Bentley, I'm arresting you under suspicion of assisting an offender.

Excuse me, sir, have you seen this man recently?

No.

Thank you, sir.

Yes?

Excuse me, sir, my name's D.C. Ashton.

No.

I...

Excuse me, have you seen this man before?

No, sorry.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I didn't know you were back.

We've brought in Renee Bentley.

Came back to join the manhunt, but I...

I've just been sat in here for half an hour.

You need to see this.

Hudson and I found it in the Bentley lockup.

It matches the bracelet Julie Ann was wearing when she died.

SERGEANT: Yes, sir.

Understood.

Absolutely.

Thank you, sir.

Super's finished the next of kin visit.

Think I'm gonna head off and see them myself.

LAWRENCE: Could you pass these on?

It's the girl's watch and wallet, and his warrant card.

Sarge, if you need a WPC... Tennison... Like you said, I need to keep busy.

(sighs) It's his wife and kids.

GIBBS: Paul, can I borrow you?

I need you to check something for me.

(Gibbs's voice continues indistinctly) (birds chirping) Do you know how many wives and girlfriends we've had sat across from us, insisting they were completely in the dark?

You're in this up to your neck.

We're watching all the ports, so they have nowhere to go.

I don't know where they are.

That's bollocks and you know it.

Sarge, can I...?

Tennison... we've got this.

No.

Go on.

If you want to help David, you need to tell us where he is.

Did David tell you about Julie Ann?

She was 17.

Someone strangled her and dumped her with the rubbish like she didn't matter.

Where was he on the evening of Sunday, the 13th of May?

I don't know.

It was raining that night.

Did he come home, soaked to the skin?

He was home!

How's he been acting since?

You're his mum.

(sobbing) Mums always know when something's not right.

(sniffling) I found... ...a photo of them both.

Him and Julie Ann.

She mattered to David, didn't she?

Did he tell you about her?

Did you know she was pregnant?

Was the child David's?

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Where can we find him?

Where?!

You can't defend him on this.

Where is he?

I don't know.

(sighs) Found this in the corner under a shelf there.

200 quid stuffed in an old biscuit tin.

And here, shoe marks.

Size and pattern of which seem a good match for Julie Ann's boots.

How far, from here to where her body was found?

About 300, 400 yards.

Possible she was dragged all that way?

LAWRENCE: Possible.

This could be where she was strangled.

That money you found at the lockup matches the notes Julie Ann stole from her dad.

GIBBS: Well, we know she was doing a deal with O'Duncie.

After she left the squat, she needed a secure location to stash the money until the deal was in place.

So, she gave it to David to hang onto?

But why did he turn the garage upside down?

He'd know where it was.

To destroy the crime scene?

She's nervous.

O'Duncie has already beaten up Eddie.

And so she's not gonna trust anyone with �200.

And doesn't tell David where she's hidden it.

Then on the 13th, David Bentley wants to know where the money is.

And ends up throttling her.

We've found the Bentley van.

Yes, Sarge.

Yes, sir.

Let's go.

(door closes) Sarge, the list of Bentley associates and their last known addresses.

You sent cars out?

Sergeant Harris thought you'd prefer to coordinate.

LAWRENCE: WPC Tennison?

What does that look like to you?

LAWRENCE: Julie Ann's bra.

She was moved in the van.

I thought dragging her all that way on crutches was unlikely.

We need to find the hole he's hiding in and visit the known associates in the area.

Right, we're gonna start with addresses nearest the Pembridge and then fan out.

(scribbles) Hudson, Edwards, your list.

Harris, your list.

Tennison, with me.

Hello, um, have you seen this man, David Bentley?

No, never seen him.

Are you positive?

Quite sure.

Okay, well, sorry to... (slot closes) bother you.

EDWARDS: My name's D.C. Edwards, I'm from the Hackney Police.

Do you recognize this man at all?

Uh, no, sorry.

No.

We'd have a better chance getting Clifford's mates to tap-dance than cooperate.

Here, you can drive.

I nearly busted a stitch going down those stairs.

I haven't done the job driving course yet.

But you can drive?

No.

Well, thank you, sir.

It's a bloody wild-goose chase.

Where next?

GIBBS: Next one's on Fairview Avenue.

None of my business, but...

I know you and Bradfield were...

He really liked you.

Anyone could see that.

Like I said, none of my business.

GIBBS: Right.

This is it.

Reggie Barker.

How would David move the body on his own?

I've seen a wife butcher a husband twice her size.

You'd be surprised what people are capable of when their back's against the wall.

Not long before evening drinking.

Someone should be in.

(dog barking) Open up.

Police!

I can see you!

Idiot.

Sarge?

Stay there, make sure no one comes out.

GIBBS: Reggie Barker, is it?

Where you going, mate?

I don't want no trouble here.

The Bentley boy's upstairs.

David's here?

Yeah, stinking the place out with that bloody stuff.

His old man here as well?

(Gibbs yells) C.I.D.

So?

What you mean "so"?

I don't want no part of this.

Help me move him.

Nah, you're on your own, Clifford.

You're on your own.

(car engine starts) (tires screeching) 517 to Golf Hotel.

OPERATOR: Golf Hotel to 517, receiving.

Over.

Backup needed at King's Head Pub, Fairview Avenue.

(car door closes) Hey!

David?

DAVID: Please, just go.

JANE: Don't do this.

Talk to me.

David?

I know you weren't at the bank vault.

I followed you to the lockup.

I don't care anymore.

JANE: Is that where Julie Ann died?

If you jump, they'll say you did it.

I didn't.

I'd never hurt her.

But you were her boyfriend and you never came forward.

David, I know about you and Julie Ann.

No.

No, you don't.

She was everything to me.

She... she was beautiful.

She took away my pain.

All of it.

All I wanted was for us to get away from here.

From the estate, the drugs.

From her selling herself.

He thought she was just a junkie with a big mouth.

He didn't know... who she was and what she meant to me.

Your dad?

No.

You mean John?

Are you talking about John?

Tell me, David.

What happened?

If it was John, why?

Because I told her about the job.

It was me who found her body in the car park.

It was me who made the phone call.

David, let me help you.

Please.

Julie Ann wouldn't want you to do this.

(sniffles) (Jane gasps) If what you're saying is true, and it was John, then this needs to come out.

(door opens) David, we need to go.

No.

We can help you.

Shut up!

Come on, son.

Let's go.

DAVID: What about John?

Is he with you?

He got caught in the explosion.

JANE: He's dead, David.

Shut up!

But you made it out all right?

Come on.

David, if you leave... One more word from you... (gun cocks) Dad!

(gunshot) (gasps) (Clifford grunts) No!

JANE: No!

Stop!

(gunshot) Ah... (David drops, groans) No.

No... JANE: I need something to stop the blood.

Help me.

Help me!

Press on his chest.

I'll get an ambulance.

Please.

No.

Coward!

Oh...

I... I-I need to get an ambulance.

Don't leave me.

(panting) I'm cold.

Backup's on its way.

What's your name?

WPC... Jane.

Jane... (gagging) I loved her.

I know.

I loved her.

I know.

Stay with me, David.

Stay with me.

(sobs) SERGEANT: Piece of scum.

(retches) SERGEANT: You're nicked.

Get this bag of piss down the station.

ASHTON: Sarge.

Right.

Tennison, you hurt?

Get in the car.

No.

No, it's not... it's not my blood, it's... (panting) Station.

It's David Bentley's.

He's dead.

Let's get you to the station, get you cleaned up, come on.

Come on.

Come on, we'll get you in the car, all right?

Come on.

We'll get you to the station.

Okay?

When are you coming back?

I don't think I am.

What?

Do you know what my mum said to me, when I was joining the force?

No doubt the same as mine.

That you were mad.

She said I'd end up dead.

And you think this has proved her right?

(exhales) Kath, you, you can't give up.

You've got a shot at joining C.I.D.

I'd give my right arm to be in your shoes.

It's not giving up, accepting your limitations.

I need someone to look up to.

I'm not much of a role model.

You're not if you quit.

Funeral's tomorrow.

So surreal.

He was standing right in front of me.

How are you holding up?

Good.

("Woodstock" by Joni Mitchell playing) I came upon a child of God He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going?

And this he told me I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm gonna join in a rock and roll band I'm gonna camp out on the land I'm gonna try and get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden.

Come on, let's go.

(music continues) (coin clatters) (spinning rotary dial) (coins clicking) (knocking on door) Hello?

Jane.

Mum.

(sniffles) Oh... Oh... We're here now.

Shh... Let's pack up your things, and we'll drive you home.

Um, no, it's all right.

I, I want to stay here.

Uh...

Uh, okay.

Okay.

I'll be fine.

I promise.

Would you both stay, just... for a little bit?

Of course we will.

As long as you need us to.

(children laughing) What do you want?

I wanted to return this to you.

Make sure you got it.

It was David's.

One of the lads at the station was meant to get it back to you a couple of weeks ago.

He forgot.

Can't trust men to get anything right.

Ta.

Take care of yourself.

(locks clicking) One glowing review, you're the sheriff of Hackney.

It's just... What?

It's just what?

Oh, you don't want to spend the rest of your life in uniform like me?

(laughs softly) You'll put in a word for me?

You're on top brass's radar, and C.I.D.

have nothing but good things to say about you, so just bide your time, be patient.

I'm not very good at that.

I had noticed.

(sighs) In the meantime, Clifford Bentley's brief's kicking up a stink, saying I hit him during his arrest.

Now, someone might want to ask you some questions about that.

So, uh... You didn't touch him, Sarge.

Yeah, that's how I remember it and all.

Now back into comms, Tennison.

Yes, Sarge.

Golf Hotel to 402, reported break-in at William Hill on Beckett Road.

Over.

MAN (over radio): ...Golf Hotel...

Golf Hotel to all units, mugging reported on West Road.

Victim is with a Mrs. Jenkins at number 18.

Over.

(woman speaks indistinctly over radio) WOMAN: Over.

GIBBS: All right, all right, listen up, please, lady and gents.

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