"~ Season 01" " Episode 01 ~ sync  corrected by IuliusMonea" "Stop the bus!" "You can't jump off a..." "Stop!" "Give me my bag!" "Stop!" "I'm a police officer!" "Are you all right?" "Madam, I need my inhaler." "God." "In my bag." "Just breathe." "Stay calm." "Stay calm." "Breathe." "Are you all right?" "Thank you, love." "God bless." "Did you get a good look at him?" "I need to take a statement." "No, no, I don't need the fuss." "There was only a couple of quid in me purse." "Madam, I need to report this." "Madam?" "She's young." "Looks late teens." "Strangled?" "I haven't moved her yet, but there's a cord round her neck." "Drag marks on the concrete." "Scuffing on the back of her boots." "Maybe not killed here." "Maybe dragged and dumped." "I'm guessing not many people come down here." " Who called it in?" " Male, anonymous." "From a phone box on the estate." "It's not a cord." "It looks like underwear." "Get these people out of here!" "Move back, please!" "Move along." "Where's Clay?" "Twice in three days." "You in love?" "You got a message?" "I'm reconsidering our arrangement." "Tell him I'm looking for him." "Come on." "In there." "You turn up for duty late." "Looking like you've just been wrestling a pig." "You're supposed to be making up for last week's traffic screw-up so," "I have something positive to write in your first probationary report." "But I trying to help an old Lady." "I've written a few details." " Um..." "I've not..." " Tennison... get your backside into Comms and help Morgan out now." "Now!" "Golf Hotel, 5-2." " 5-2 received, over." " Reported break-in at 14 Bishop's Fields." "Can you attend, over?" "5-2 received." "We'll proceed." "Over." "Thank you, 5-2." "Over." "There's been a murder." "I put the call out." "Body found on the Kingsmead." "Young woman." "Horrible business." " Sorry, say again, Sir." " Golf Hotel to 3-19." "22 Darnley Road." "A Mrs. Amos alleging husband assaulted her." " Can you deal?" "Over." " Yes." "Over." "I've not been around a murder case before." "It's all hands on deck." "Half the station's down at the Kingsmead estate." "One of you, two teas and biscuits to DI Bradfield's office." "Golf Hotel to 5-9." "Maybe clean yourself up while you're at it." "Yeah, reports of suspicious activity." "Morning, Jane." "Ta, love." "I want Uniforms knocking on doors." "Someone knows who she is." "Right." "Ah." "Tennison." "'Bout bloody time!" "Four quid still in her pocket, so I'm ruling out robbery." "The note's been sent to the lab for prints." "We need a name for our girl." "That's our priority." "DS Lawrence noticed track marks on her arms." "Old ones." " Addict?" " Former, by the looks of it." "I'll start with Drug Dependency Unit." "See if they know her." "How was she killed?" "WPC Tennison, you're testing my patience today." "It's all right." "If you must know, the victim was strangled." "With her own bra." " That'll be all." " Yes, Sergeant." " Tennison." " Am I in trouble again, Sarge?" "Not yet." "I need you to join CID for the house-to-house on the Kingsmead and Pembridge Estates." "Has she done any foot patrol there before?" "You worried they'll eat her alive?" "Posh sort like her?" " No, I didn't mean..." " I'm sure I'll be able to handle it, Sir." "She's sure she'll be able to handle it, Sir." "Five minutes, front of station." "Right, D section lads, you're on the Kingsmead here." "Blake, Doyle, Morgan, Tennison, I want you on the Pembridge over there." "OK." "You got the sketch, you know your questions." "Let's get knocking on doors!" "Come on, go!" "Sorry to bother you." "A young woman matching this artist's impression was found dead today." "Do you know her?" "Or have you ever seen her before?" "No." "Police business." "Do you recognise this woman?" "Yes or no?" " If you can't speak, a nod or a blink will do." " No, I've never seen her." "Thanks very much." "Sorry to bother you, Ma..." "What are you doing here?" "I told you I didn't want to report it." " It was only a cheap purse." " No, Madam, I'm just here..." "It's all right, Ma." "I'll deal with it." " Sorry to bother you, Sir." " What?" "Have you seen this woman before?" "No." "Never." "Maybe your mother?" "No." "No." " I just got a door slammed in my face." " Welcome to the Pembridge." "I've got a lead." "Old bloke there said he recognised our girl." "Said she used to hang out at the Greyhound pub." "Staff reckon from the description she was an out-patient." "Julie-Ann Collins." "Last known address, Kingsmead Estate." "All right, get in." "Suzy, don't run!" "Not in those heels, love." "Do yourself a damage." "Look, you're all right." "We're not here to bash heads." "Do you know this girl?" "Looks like Julie." " Why?" " It was her body that we found this morning." " What is it?" " She's been murdered." "Oh..." "No." "When did you last see her?" "Not for a couple of weeks." " She used to work this patch?" " Now and then." "How about any bother?" "Any creeps giving her a hard time?" "What about a pimp?" "I don't know." "She used to hang out with this fella." "That druggie?" "No, they just scored together." "Told me she was sweet on him." "Can you give me a name and description, Madam?" " Madam?" "!" " Be nice, Suzy." "Never know his name." "White, brown hair, had a bad leg." "Oh, yeah." "He broke it." "She mentioned that." "Think that's why she felt sorry for him." "Thanks, girls." "Take care of yourselves, yeah?" "This is her last known address." "Times were tough." "Hold up, how can you not know about Watergate?" "President Nixon." "It's none of my business, is it?" " It's all over the news!" " Stop bickering, Ladies!" "Looks like half the junkies on the estate have used this place." "Come on." "All right, lads?" "You mates of Julie-Ann's?" "Take that as a yes!" "Get after them!" "I've lost him!" "Which way did he go?" "Stand him up straight." "That's it." "Your right hand." "No, the other right." "Clear the hair." " Turn him around." " Hurry up." "Up straight, Thin Lizzy." "Looks like you've had a bit more than whisky in your jar, son." "Wake him up." "Oi!" "Oi!" " Stand him on the spot." "That's it." " Left hand." "Left hand." "Give us your left hand!" "Look, pens, yeah?" "You... sign your name." "Let's go." "Let's help you out, you half-wit." "Come on." "You make a little mark there." "Well done." "Right, all done." "Piss off!" "Go on!" "Chop chop!" "You stink, the pair of you!" "Concentrate, Eddie!" "What were you saying?" "You were high?" "When I turned my ankle." "You told us about your broken ankle, Eddie." "That's not what I'm asking." "Girls like Julie-Ann have someone looking after them." "A pimp." "Was that you?" "I'm her boyfriend." "Who was her pimp, then?" "Who did she score off?" "We went to see Oz on the hill." "Who's Oz?" "Julie, is she going to be OK?" "How do you feel about your girlfriend shagging other people for money?" "I hate it." "It's me that took her to the hospital to try and get her clean." "I tried to help her." "Yeah, you're a real saint." "What have you been up to the last 24 hours?" "At home." "With Billy and my nan." "Yeah?" "Who's your other mate?" "The one that ran away." "Who?" "When we picked you up, there was three of you." "Billy, you..." "Who was the other one?" "I can't think." "I'm really tired." "I don't know what's going on." "Give him time to come down." "We'll try him again." "May 1st, Eddie takes Julie-Ann to the hospital." "He claims he hasn't seen her since." "That was two weeks ago." "Morgan, this Suzy, she claims Eddie and Julie-Ann were lovebirds?" " They got high together." " Maybe they had an arrangement." " Blow for blow-jobs." " What a romantic." " Sir?" "Prints from the phone kiosk on the Kingsmead, they don't match Eddie Phillips or Billy Myers." "But we have missing persons reports for Julie-Ann Collins." "Latest was last year, July, reported by George Collins." "She was 17." "Jesus!" "Address, 48 Church Mount Road." "George Collins, next of kin?" "We're checking, Sir." "I need a uniform presence for a next of kin visit." "I haven't done one of those yet." "Can you find me another plonk, then?" "No, I didn't mean..." "I'll do it." " Continue straight on, Sir." " You can take your finger off." "We're out of traffic now." "Can I ask, Sir?" "When we get there," "I know what your role is." "But um..." "Once we're inside, if the mother cries, do I comfort her?" "How would I do that?" "Sorry if I'm asking too many questions." "No, um..." "Just..." "Just do what feels natural." "Grab that envelope from the back seat." "You want me to show this to the family?" "No." "When I give you the nod, just compare it with any family photographs you see." "But be discreet." "So what part of London are you from?" "Maida Vale, Sir." "And what brings a Maida Vale girl to the police?" "I thought the force could do with more posh sorts, Sir." "Fair enough." "You shouldn't apologise for asking questions." "It's the only way you're going to become a better copper." "Mr George Collins?" " Yes." " Good evening." "I'm Detective Inspector Leonard Bradfield." "This is WPC Tennison." "Would you mind if we come in, Sir?" "Of course." "Do you have a daughter named Julie-Ann?" "Is she in trouble again?" "I'm very sorry to tell you that... a girl we believe to be your daughter has been found dead." "What?" "The body of a young female was found earlier today on the Kingsmead estate in Hackney." "We are treating it as a murder enquiry." "We need someone to formally identify her as soon as possible." "So you can't be sure that it is her." "Not until she's formally identified, Sir, no." "What's this about?" "I've got an alternative proposal." "It may take a few weeks to put in place." "But there's a bookie's on the King's Road I'm looking into." "No, we're doing the bank." "One of my boys bumped into your wife." "She put up quite a fight." "You bother me again... next time, I'll send two in." "When did you last see her?" "Not for a while." "Over a year ago." "I tried to help." "She wouldn't listen." "Ran away so often, we stopped reporting it." "Just... hoped she'd come back." "Like other parents' kids do." "Mr. Collins?" "Yes, it's her." "That's Julie-Ann." "It's all right, Mr. Collins." "It's all right." "I've got you." "It isn't our fault." "We loved her, gave her anything she wanted." "She rejected us." "'Names which turned out were taken from the spy novels written by their boss." "Hi, Mum." "Have you been at work all this time?" "Yes." "Hi." "Why are you so late?" "Your mum's been worried sick." "A girl was murdered." "I went on the bereavement visit, and the DI sent me on the house-to-house." "On your own?" "Should have called." "Mum, can you knock?" "Haven't even looked at your bridesmaid's dress." "Later." "I need to read this." "I found these in your dressing gown pocket." "I didn't know you were on the Pill." "Mum, it's 1973." "It's not a big deal." "Your sister's not on the Pill." "Jane..." "See, this..." "This is why I worry." "You come home late and you're moody." "And you're effing and jeffing!" "I'll try to curb the effing and jeffing." "Look at Pam." "She's happy." "So would I be if all I had to care about was shampoo and clippers." "And a wedding." "How can that make you happy?" "Because it matters." "When we find the person that killed that girl, it will matter." "We!" "Morning, Kath!" " You off home?" " No." "Remember the old folk's house in Bishop's Fields that kept getting burgled?" "A bloke's been spotted." "The sergeant doesn't want him being spooked by uniform." " So he's sending me and Edwards from CID." " As an undercover couple?" " Are you going to hold hands?" " Shut up!" "Oi!" "Get out of here, you pervs!" "Stop doing your hair." "Let's go." " Gordon Bennett!" " Yeah, Gordon Bennett." "Yeah, Gordon Bennett." "Your first PM already?" "You're putting yourself out there." "Am I?" "If you need some tips, maybe we could grab a drink later." "No, no, I'll be fine." "Thanks." "All right." "We need the floor plans for the bank." "Look like you've just seen a ghost." "What are you depressing yourself with that crap for?" "She was pretty." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Know what you got to do?" "Yeah." "Just forget about her now, all right?" "I'll drop you off, then meet you back home." "Stick to looking at page three." "All right, you can go in now." "How's my boy?" "Ah." "Nice to see you too." "Look at the state of you." "Eyes all bloodshot." "You smoking that crap again?" "Mum got mugged." "Is she OK?" "Man who done it said it was a message from Clay Whiteley." "We're all in danger now." "It was a misunderstanding." "Your old man sorted it." "John wants the plans." "I'll tell him tomorrow." "Shoes." "Get your shoes off, give them to him." "Now!" "Be careful with my stuff." "That wig's made to measure." "Which makes it the only thing we found in your flat which is definitely yours." "Nice jacket." "You been nicking in Carnaby Street?" "I know my rights." "I..." "Now you're sober, you can tell us more." "I..." "I swear, I didn't do it." "You took her to the drugs unit in Homerton hospital." " Who told you that?" " You did, you moron." "Last time I saw her, she wanted to get onto the methadone." "But then something happened and she panicked." "What happened?" "She left." "Somebody picked her up." "I don't know who." "Did you see her get into a car?" "Yeah." "A red one." "Well, we'll keep our eyes peeled for a red car!" "What sort of red car, Eddie?" "A Jag." "A Jaguar." "A red Jag, but you don't know the driver." "Night before last, you kipped over at your nan's." "Nancy Phillips." " Yeah." " I bet she knows everything that goes on in your estate." "Worth us asking her about Julie-Ann?" "Leave her out of this." "She's old." "She's got angina." "Did you kill her?" "Who would want Julie-Ann dead, Eddie?" "Think." "Who?" "Shit, he's gonna puke!" "Not on my shoes, you little shite!" "Call an ambulance!" "I knew something weren't quite right." "See this bit of net curtain hanging out the bottom of the window." "I look in and there he is." "Little scrote." "Tries to leg it." "But I'm on him." "I'm out the back..." "Oi!" "Stop claiming my arrest!" "While you were doing all that, I was tackling the suspect to the ground!" " Edwards, get that locked away in the property store." " Sir." "Right, Eddie Phillips has given us a lead." "He spotted a red Jaguar pick up Julie-Ann from Homerton hospital on May the 1st." "I want it found pronto." " On our way." "Over." " Morgan, Tennison, get into the guv's office." "Eddie Phillips just puked everywhere and it needs cleaning up." "Open a window as well." " The Sarge wants my arrest report." " Just get on with it." "Sorry." "Tennison, post mortem." "Let's go." "Looks like I'm on vomit duty, then!" " Nervous?" " A bit." "Nothing like being thrown in the deep end." " Strangled prostitute." " Don't put it like that." "You met her parents." "She was someone's daughter." "Morning, Paul." "Hello, there." "We didn't find anything else at the scene." "Just the money that was in her pocket." "And a cheap beaded bracelet on her right wrist." "These are her white socks, and boots." "We did find some red carpet fibre on the soles of her socks." "And also some on the inside of her boots." "DS Lawrence, I presume you're doing exhibits and photographs." "For the paperwork, you are?" "Probationary WPC 517G Tennison, attached to B Relief, Hackney, Sir." "Just name and number will suffice." "This gruff sod's Professor Dean Martin." "Spare me the Rat Pack jokes." "Right, gather round." " No, thank you." "I don't smoke." " It helps block out the smell." "Try not to drop fag ash on my instruments tray, DI Bradfield." "From the hypostasis and rigor examined on the body at the scene," "I'd estimate she was killed between 6PM and midnight on Sunday the 13th of May." "Cause of death, strangulation?" "The knot on the bra was tied so tight, I had to cut it." "And the killer ripped it off her?" "Tied it round her neck?" " Possibly." " Excuse me." "If you need to vomit, the toilets are that way." "The bra is strapless, so it might not have been removed forcibly." "Maybe she took it off beneath her top." "Fair point." "Extensive blue and yellow bruising down the length of the right arm." "Caused by severe blunt-force trauma." "Can we turn the body over, please?" "Little lady took an extensive beating to the buttocks and the back." "At the time of death?" "No, it's older." "See the difference between the bruising here... and the more recent marks on the neck?" "I'd estimate ten days old." " What caused them?" " A narrow instrument with a round edge." "The amount of overlapping injuries suggest whoever inflicted them was in a rage." "WPC Tennison... would you mind crouching down?" "Side on, foetal position, facing me." "Raise your right hand." "Palm upwards, as if you were trying to protect your head." "Perfect." "She was struck repeatedly on the lower arm." "And then beaten repeatedly on the buttocks and the back." "She fell and lay prostrate on the floor." "He didn't mean for you to actually do that bit, Tennison." "Right, let's proceed to the fainting part." "Gentlemen, roll her back over, please." "Let's start the internal examination." "This may be another reason your victim wanted to get off the drugs." "A dead foetus in the uterus." "The child might have died at the same time as the mother." "Or... as a result of the previous beating." "From the size and development, it's very early stages." "I'd estimate six to eight weeks." "Davey, what have I said about smoking that stuff in here?" "It's raining and the damp makes my legs worse." "Then why were you out in it the night before last?" " I wasn't." " Your jacket was hanging over the bath." "I was here all night, Ma." "Whoever she is, she's not worth the bother." "Leave it, Ma." "I need you to write up a PM report on what the professor told us." "Yes, Sir." "You did well, Tennison." "That was one of the worst ones." " I've explained, madam." " I've been standing here half-hour already!" "Now who is in charge here?" "Oi!" "You've put my grandson in hospital." " Can I help, Madam?" " Eddie Phillips." "He ain't got nothing to do with that tart's murder." " He told you that, did he?" " She got my Eddie beaten up." "She's covered in bruises." "You've got that fight the wrong way round." "Couple of months back, he borrowed money for her." " What?" " Yeah." "But he couldn't pay it back." "So some thug come and done a number on him." "He smashed his leg." "What you gonna do about that?" "He didn't tell us any of that." "The night before last, was Eddie at yours the whole time?" "Yeah, he was." "I think he was asleep all the time I was at the bingo." "Oi!" "Don't you just leave me standing here!" "So he lied about his alibi." "And someone broke his leg when he told us he fell off a wall!" "If he lied about that, what else did he lie about?" "We've got to bring him back in." "Eddie Phillips has absconded." "I want all units out there looking for him now." "Bugger." "Thank you." "Over." "Before you go home, pin these to the incident board." "Why do you smell of Dettol?" "I was at the mort..." "Mortuary." " We're looking for Eddie Phillips!" " Check upstairs." "Eddie Phillips!" "Nothing down here." " Anything?" " No." "He said, "Not in those trousers!"" "Hello, Suzy." "I'm not sure you should be out working." "It's not safe, love." "Love now, is it?" "We're looking for Julie-Ann's boyfriend." " Have you seen him around here recently?" " No." "What was Julie-Ann's relationship with Eddie like?" "I didn't know him." " Was he violent?" " Have you prepared a long list of questions?" "Piss off, love." "Sorry I bothered you." "It makes me sick to my stomach that that bastard is out there somewhere breathing, eating, living, while Julie-Ann is in the mortuary being prodded and poked and sliced open." "Help me help her." "Makes me sick too." "Not from round here, are you?" "No." "She didn't belong here neither." "She wanted out." "That bastard Eddie had her trapped." "I don't want to say no more." "Eddie!" "Mr Collins." "I think we need to talk." "How do you know about Eddie?" "The newspaper describes him as Julie-Ann's boyfriend." "There's blood here and here." "I don't know what's going on in that head of yours." "But don't fuck this one up for us, David." "This is a murder investigation." "She was 17, for God's sake." "Next time, I'll take more than just your wife's purse." "I admire you." "Be careful, Jane." "Nothing happened." "Why do you keep using my first name?" 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