"Godfather's gonna take you home, Molly." "Evan!" "Forget your mum, Molly." "She's never coming back." "It's July 1981." "It's the year my mum and dad died." "I'm here to see them before they die." "I know that I'm right." " No!" "I'll let you stamp my bum." "Will you please just stamp my arse!" "What did you say?" "Mum." "Thank god the only thing my daughter shares with you is her name." "I'd be ashamed if she grew up to be like you." "Everything is significant." "I just don't know why yet." "We are waiting for you, Alex." "Thank you very much." "Thank you." "Thank you very much." "It's lovely to have you, and lovely to have you..." "I know that if I turn around, you'll vanish..." "I know that." "I'm coming back to you, Molly." "Give location of area car, over." "Wapping Wall, heading East." "Wapping Wall." "Roger that." "Over and out." "Steady on, Guv, you nearly lost me breakfast then." " What is that?" " It's me kebab." "Looks like a bloody pasty with its arse hangin' out." "Must you?" "Six months we've waited for a tip-off on this lot." "If you think I'm gonna let them slip through the net by driving like a tart, you are mistaken." "Go on, Guv, we nearly got the bastards!" "Wouldn't have had you down as the Percy Thrower type." "They're for me mam, she collects them." "Ah, very touching." "Who's your mother?" "Marianne Faithfull?" "What's up with you today?" "Just because I'm stuck here doesn't mean I have to pretend to like it." "Fine." "I'll leave you to it then, sulky knickers." "Thank you." "Hunt!" "Here..." "Make your mind up, woman." "You all right, love?" "My name is Alex Drake." "I've just been shot and that bullet has taken me back to 1981." "I may be one second away from life... or one second away from death." "All I know is that I have to keep fighting." "Fight to live, fight to see my daughter." "Fight to get home." "Episode 3 NOTHING CHANGES" "Go, Viv." "Take 'em down the cells." " Cheers, Guv." " I need a piss." "It's en suite." "Someone's nicked the bucket, Guv." "Oh, if it isn't bloody nailed down..." "This requires a cognitive interview procedure." "We're fresh out of cognitives." "What say we just talk to her?" "I don't think she'll open up with a man present." "Plenty of women have opened up to me without so much as a shandy down their neck." "She's scared of you." "Can't say I blame her." "Trust me." "What's this, Viv?" "It's for the canteen..." "Toaster." "Right, here you go." "Right, let's find these a "gnome" to go to." "Are you havin' that, skip?" ""Gnome to go to"?" "Don't give up your day job, boss." "Well?" "Promise me something." " What?" " Don't gloat." "Oh, dear." "The "cognitive approach" didn't work?" " You promised." " You failed." "She's traumatised." "We need to keep her here." "Check out the missing persons file." "Yes, Guv." "Her name's Nina." "Doesn't want to go home, wants to stay here." "Where's home?" "I don't know, I couldn't get anything else out of her." "Why does she keep scratching herself all over?" "I don't know." "It could be nerves, could be self-harming." "Whatever's happened to that girl has frightened the life out of her." "Wait till you hear this one, Guv." "Prozzie wants to make a complaint of rape." "Rape?" "!" "Drake!" "Yeah, he's got a beard..." "Yeah, and a fishing rod..." "It's broken?" "Yeah, got the little fella right here, love." "Come and pick him up anytime." "Trixie..." "Real name Patricia Walsh." "Recently promoted from the streets to escort work." "Seen more beaks than Daffy Duck at a family knees-up." "Raped." "Who's she trying to kid?" "They say it's difficult for rape victims to be believed..." " I wonder why?" " She gets paid for having sex." "It's not about sex, is it?" "It's about control and power and revenge." "Tell me about it some other time, when I'm in a coma or dead." "The interview room?" "Where's the rape suite?" "Rape suite?" "What, is that with or without a mini bar?" "Not like a hotel suite!" "So, where did this "rape" take place?" "On that big flash boat up by Tower Bridge." "Which boat?" "I don't know." "Sky something I think." "I'll get Chris on to it." "So, the escort agency you work for booked you with a client?" "He took me to a party on this boat." "Load of posh sorts there..." "As many champagne cocktails as you like." " What, so you were drunk?" " I can hold me own." " Do you charge extra for that or...?" " Carry on, Trixie." "It gets late." "I goes in to this cabin, where I thought the client was, but it turns out he'd gone." "Then someone comes in, switches the lights out." "Puts a key in the door to lock it." "I thought it was the client but it wasn't." "Were guests given keys to the cabins?" "Not that I know of." "So it had to be somebody who worked on the boat?" "I guess so." "Trixie, can you describe the man who raped you?" "Well, it was dark, so I didn't get a proper look at him... but he was skinny." "Curly hair." "Wore a suit, I think." "Posh accent." "So we're looking for a skinny, curly-haired bloke in a suit  who was on a big boat somewhere on the river?" "Right!" "Better crack on!" "We've got about a million suspects to interview before we knock off." "DI Drake, shall we?" "I knew it'd be a waste of time." "Congratulations, Puss in Boots, first sensible thing you've said." "Drop this quicker than you drop your draws, or I'm gonna arrest you for wasting police time." "It's just, you know, it's upsetting talking about it." "Of course it is." "Just... just take your time, Trixie." "I thought he was just another punter after the usual..." "Straight sex." "He was all right at first." "Said I was beautiful." "Blimey, it was dark!" ""Beautiful on the outside"... that was it." "But then he turns weird." "He starts saying, "You're all impure"." "Calling me names..." ""filthy whore" and stuff." "Next thing, he's digging a ring in to me." "It felt like a sovereign ring." "That's when he raped me." "And then he started to strangle me." "Did you struggle?" "I was too scared to." "He had a knife." "He slashed me with it." "I thought he was going to kill me!" "I'm tellin' you this bloke, whoever he is, he's gonna do it again." "He's a nutter." "Where did he cut you, Trixie?" " Left breast." " Could we see?" "Oh, when DCI Hunt has left the room." "When you're done... a word." "Ten centimetres across the left breast." "About eight weeks ago, we found the body of a young woman, Delphine Parkes." "Black, about 5'2"." "Early 20s." "She'd been raped, probably." "Beaten and strangled... and  her breast had been slashed." " Left breast." " Was she a sex worker?" "Prozzie?" "No, far from it." "Regular church goer, in the choir." "Decent family life." "Lived at home." "No boyfriends." "Suspects?" "We hauled in the usual perves and psychos." "Nothing." "So the only thing to link Delphine and Trixie are the injuries, especially the one to the breast?" "Correct." "Although the detail about the breast was never released to the press." " So how would Trixie know about it?" " That's what I'm wondering." "Well, let's pull Delphine's file..." "Are you OK?" "We, um, found that on Delphine's body." "Why would she carry that around with her?" "Presumably as a keep sake." "The choir was a big part of her life." "That took pride of place in her mum's house." "And that was also found with the body." "God is in the detail, huh?" "I know you've all seen these before but look again." "Is there anything in them that might connect the murder of Delphine Parkes to the injuries sustained by Trixie Walsh?" "I wish I'd never had that kebab." "DI Drake has a theory." "The cut is on the same breast but it's different to the one on Trixie Walsh." "It's deeper." "This is a disorganised crime whereas the attack on Trixie, although violent, is more organised, more thought out." "There's also a lesion on Delphine that isn't on Trixie." "Yeah." "She was wearing this St Christopher which was ripped off her during the attack." "Fingerprints?" " No traces." " What were her last movements?" "She left work as normal." "Had something to eat." "Told her mum she was going to the church although there wasn't any choir practice." "Did she often go to church when there was no choir practice?" "Her mum and dad said that she'd been a few times." " Witnesses?" " The night she was killed, an old dear who goes to the same church saw her there alone." "That was an hour before the estimated time of death." "How long would it take her to get from the church back to her home?" "Well, on foot, which she was..." "between 15, 20 minutes." "So she met somebody on her way home, or went somewhere else afterwards." "Boyfriend?" "We checked out all the blokes where she worked and who went to her church." "Water-tight alibis the lot of them." "OK, so we need to re-trace her steps," " see if we've missed anything." " Is that a dig?" "No, just a fresh pair of eyes might uncover something new." "Oh, it's all right lads, Wonder Woman's here." " FYI, DI Carling..." " FY what?" " I think she means FBI." " We're CID." "The only interested in finding out what happened." "If you want to sit there making smug comments, that's fine." "Time of the month." "Mrs Parkes..." " You got him?" " Er no, not yet." "But we're doing everything we can, I promise." "This is my colleague, DI Drake." "Hello." "Your husband told us we'd find you here." "It doesn't take away the pain, but it eases it a little." "I can still hear Delphine's voice in the choir..." "Such a pure, sweet voice, like you never heard." "People say I may be cracking up, but I hope I never stop hearing it." "You want to come in?" "Where were you when she needed you?" "Alex!" "Goodbye, Alex." "Mummy!" " Alex, wake up!" " Wake up, Mummy!" "Make sure she concentrates  she's easily distracted." "Beautiful on the outside..." "you're all impure..." "Trixie said the man who raped her told her that she was "beautiful on the outside" but impure." ""You're all impure"." "Now, I may have lapsed but I knew that I recognised that phrase." ""You're like whitewashed tombs..." "beautiful on the outside" ""but filled on the inside" ""with dead men's bones and all sorts of impurities"." "Matthew, Chapter 23, verses 27-28." "So he's a religious nutter?" "Except on a day-to-day basis he probably functions perfectly normally." "He won't have had successful relationships with women, he's sexually dysfunctional." "He tries to replace sex with God and realises that he can't." "What, and you can tell all this from a quote in the Bible?" "Well, I've worked on cases similar to this before." "He cuts the breast because it's symbolic." "You know, it's the nurturer, the suckler, but it's a literal attack on femininity, on all womanhood." "Don't you ever get brain ache?" "This man has unresolved anger." "Details on that Trixie you asked for." "He's cleansing society of these impure women, and we have to stop him before he kills again." "Well, at least Delphine's attacker existed." "Why would Trixie lie?" "Because she wants to get one over the agency that sacked her!" "An agency girl that accuses a client of rape - that's going to go down about as well as a pork pie at a Jewish wedding." "If I'd have wanted to get my own back," "I'd have just gone to work for another agency." "They said you rolled a punter." "He never paid the agreed fee." "I just took what was mine." "Look, this has got nothing to do with why I'm here." "I'm begging you to believe me." "I was raped... nearly killed." "The bloke who did it, he's gonna try and kill one of us again." " You've got to stop him... please." " We will." "You know, you might be a good performer at work, but you don't cut it with me." "Does this look like the boat where it happened?" "Yeah, I think so." "We bring in all members of staff, every single one, that was on the boat the night Trixie was attacked." "No we don't." "What?" "The boat is owned by a Mr Leonard Roseberry-Sykes who's a bigger pain in the arse than a bad dose of piles." "So he's a pain in the arse." "Why should that stop us questioning suspects?" "Because Mr Roseberry-Sykes is a member of the funny-handshake brigade, along with our dearly beloved Commissioner of the Met." "Which means he's got the Commissioner by the bollocks, which means he's got us by the bollocks!" "Well, some of us at least." "So what, we just do nothing?" "We play it softly softly." "It's a waste of time all this, isn't it?" "I mean, we've only got the word of some tom to go on." "And that's what you all think, is it?" "Whether you believe Trixie or not, somebody cut her." "Someone hurt her and someone left her for dead." "What is it going to take for you to realise that prostitutes need your protection as much as anybody else?" "What, another Yorkshire Ripper?" "Sod the lot of you." "I'm going to do something I should have done a long time ago!" "Put in for a transfer with any luck." "Drake, where are you going?" "Somewhere my subconscious thinks I should be!" "My God..." "Can I help you?" "Evan!" "I was just looking for Caroline." "Oh, I'm afraid she's in with a client at the moment." "But maybe I can help?" "Evan..." "Evan White." "God, you were gorgeous!" "Were?" "Er... are." "You, you won't believe how glad I am to see you." "Thank you!" "Gosh, if only I had this effect on all the attractive women I met." "Oh, you will!" "Thank you for the vote of confidence." "Do you think I could have my hand back?" "Yeah, sorry." "Um... message?" "For Caroline..." "Um, no." "No, no message, I, er..." "I was just looking for some... some reassurance from someone I trust." "But it doesn't matter, it's not important." "So what are you going to do?" "Without that reassurance?" "What do YOU think I should do?" "Do you think I'm the right person to ask considering I've only known you for seconds?" "Er no!" "But if you did know me?" "I'd say go with your instinct." "Good luck." "Where the bloody hell is she?" "Try left here, Guv." "Trixie?" "Yeah, she's all right." "As long as you don't get on the wrong side of her." "Had a soft spot for the lame ducks... like a mum to the younger girls, no kids of her own." "All right." "Well, remember, if you do see any dodgy punters..." "They're nearly all dodgy, love." "Or if any girls goes missing... call me." "Are you stalking me, Hunt?" "What are you up to?" "I'm warning these girls about Trixie's attacker." "Somebody has to." "Why has she got such a bloody great bee in her bonnet about these prozzies?" "Hormones." "It's always hormones." "Maybe I should go down to Kings Cross?" "Why?" "Are we not paying you enough?" "I just want them to be safe." "Am I missing something here?" "But why are you so bothered about them?" " Does there have to be a reason?" " Yes." "All right." "OK..." "The skeleton in the closet." "The private education, years at Oxbridge... all counted for nothing really, because I, Alex Drake... was once... a prostitute." " Bloody'ell." " I knew it." "There, I've said it." "Christ on a bike." "That wasn't as bad as I thought it might be." "Are you telling me that you lied to get into the Force?" "No, actually." "What I just told you was a lie." "I said it to show how your pre-conceptions can inform your judgements about other people..." "especially prostitutes." "Sorry." "You know, sometimes I hate you, Drake." "So I'm not how you would expect a prostitute to be?" "If I said I'd been raped, you would believe me, but not someone like Trixie, not a woman like that." "No, not hate." "Despise." "All right." "So I'm not a hooker..." "But if I was, do you know something, Gene?" "You could never... ever... afford me." "You know, you might talk with a plum in your gob, love... but I would rather go with one of them than waste my money on some bitter, twisted, messed up, clenched-arsed, toffee-nosed bitch like you." "Do you feel better now?" "No." "Better now." "Well  come on, ladies, what are you waiting for?" "Let's get pissed." "A proper punch?" "Yeah, she's Joe Bugner in a frock." "Hey, the Guv should be careful or she'll wrap him round her little finger." "You should get help." "Yeah, and you should get some manners." "Bitch?" "It was hardly worth a smack in the chops." "It could have been worse, I could have aimed far lower." "So, am I forgiven?" " I'll tell you when I can feel my gob." " I was right though." "Any woman who walks in to your station deserves to be treated equally." " Sex worker or not." " Sex worker!" "You talk about them as though they're your mates." "I would've thought your sort were more the old, um," "Pimms on the lawn brigade." " Yeah, course they are." " You know..." "I bet you've got the names of a couple of minor royals in your address book." "I bet you're on first name terms with them Armstrong-Joneses?" "Sorry, no." "No mates, to speak of." "Not any more." "Tell me, do you ever get lonely, Gene?" "Gene Genie?" "Lonely?" "Too busy clearing the streets of Cockney filth and scum to get lonely." "Sometimes." "And if I ever hear you repeat that I will stamp on your pretty little head." "Why can't I just enjoy the last few seconds of life?" "It doesn't ALL have to be all about pain, does it?" "No." "What doesn't?" "What would you do, Gene?" "Your last few seconds on Earth." "Anything you want." "Right now." " What, anything?" " Anything..." "Right now?" "Right now." "Say it." "I'm drunk." "And you're very drunk." "What are you doing?" "I'm doing the right thing." "And you should go to bed, Bolly." "Champagne should never be drunk alone." "Well, I couldn't agree more." "She'll be dropping her knickers right here the way she's going on." "Do you think I should say something to her?" "Nah." "You are so not my type." "Really?" "Ray..." "Ray!" " Your place or mine?" " Mine." "On one condition." "What?" "You let me ping your braces." " Hi, hi, Shaz..." " Are you all right?" " No, I'm, I'm fine..." " Are you coming in today?" "Yeah, yeah, no..." "I'll come in." "See you later." "Bye." "Please, I can't..." "I can't..." " You're going to have to." " Don't make me, I can't." "You can't stay here." "Now on your way." "Is everything all right, Viv?" "Hid in the Ladies all night, ma'am." "Just trying to get her to go home." " Look, you're going, OK..." " Put her in the records room." " Keep an eye on her." " Yes, ma'am." "That girl's home life must be bad to make her want to stay here." "Be honest, Viv..." " ... how do I look?" " Er... fine." "Word of advice." "Don't bother with poker." " You been snogging that prozzie?" " Piss off." "Burnt it on a cheese and tomato toastie on that bastard Breville thing." "Cup of tea'd be nice, Shaz." "Chris has just made us one." "That's plonk's job." "I was making one anyway." "Poof." "God, Ray, what's up with your lip?" "It's not that bloody bad." "That a dose of the old pox, Raymondo?" "I burnt my lip, Guv, all right?" "It's just a burn!" "Morning." "Morning, ma'am." "Good night last night was it, Inspector?" "Yeah, thanks, Ray." "You look a bit tired." "You been up all night, have you?" "Nearly." "But you know what?" "It was really worth it." "All fur coat and no knickers." "She might not have been lying when she said she used to be a hooker." "Staff names from The Sunborn, ma'am." "There's a fancy dress party on board there tonight." "I could hire you all costumes." "Maybe that could be your cover." "Yeah, great." "Thanks, Shaz." "Can I ask you something?" "Course you can." "Was it really that good?" "You know, what you were on about just now." "It was amazing." "How's the hangover?" "Yeah, it's coming along nicely." "How's your chin?" "Well, at least I can feel it now." "There's a party tonight on the Sunborn." "We could go as guests, and check out the staff for Trixie's rapist." "Look, um... don't get all feminist on me but, er... tongues are wagging." "It's nothing I can't handle." "Yeah, well, I wouldn't want you getting a name for yourself." "Oh God, you really are a 1981 construct through and through, aren't you?" "It's amazing." "I am trying to help you here." "Well, I don't need your "help"." "Their archaic attitude is their problem, not mine." "Wrong." "It's my problem." "To keep this department running smoothly, I need their respect." "They look up to me." "They should be looking up to you." "What do you want me to do, morph into to a nun?" "It's not like I've shagged an entire rugby team, is it?" "!" "I bet she has!" " It's your fault anyway!" " Why is it my fault?" "Because you left me on my own, and I ended up with some Thatcherite wanker!" "I told you to go to bed... alone." "If you'd listened to me, we wouldn't be wasting my time having this conversation." "That's right." "We are wasting time, when we should be making a plan for tonight." "Get those fancy dress costumes, Shaz." "You could've made an effort." "You know they say that a big cigar makes up for a less than impressive manhood." "Not this hombre, sweetheart." "It might do it for Monica Lewinsky but it does nothing for me." "Monica who?" "Just some girl who's tipped to go down well in the White House." "Where's Chris and Ray?" "Sorry... can't see a thing in these." "Superman... and Clark Kent." "Good, eh, Guv?" "Don't call me that, we're undercover." "Sorry, Guv." "Remember - a skinny, curly haired bloke wearing a sov." "What about him over there?" "Well, he's not skinny, is he?" "That's the third person who's thought I was a waiter." "Who are you supposed to be?" "The name's Bond..." "James Bond." "Well, James Bond didn't have the... tache, did he?" "It's his Breville lip." "It was either that or Jesus." "Right, we split up." "See if any of these waiters fit Trixie's description." "What about him?" "No, straight hair." "What about that one?" "No, he's not wearing a ring." "Drake, sovereign ring over there..." "Time for a little bit of role play, I think." "Hi..." "It's not him." "Let's keep looking." "Thanks very much." "Get off!" "Everybody thinks I'm a waiter." "Christ, you could actually be on to something, Bolly." "Over there..." "He was in Delphine's choir." "We interviewed him." "Let's go." "Just remember... softly, softly, Drake." "That's Roseberry-Sykes." "If he smells a rat, we go." "If we upset him, we're all in the shit." "I've got an idea." "Maybe we can provoke a reaction." "Tell him you think women like me are dirty." "Tell him you think I'm like a prostitute." "You've got no respect for women like that." "In fact, Gene... just be yourself." "Jammy bastard." "Fancy shoving her overboard?" "No amount of water could ever get a woman like that clean." "Our Lord has many words to describe women like her." "Impure?" "Very." "She may be beautiful on the outside..." "But filled on the inside with dead men's bones and all sorts of impurity." "What's your name, sir?" "Ryan." "Full name, sir." "Ryan Burns." "Why do ask?" "I am arresting you for the rape and attempted murder of Trixie Walsh..." " Not at the moment..." " Who?" "What's going on?" "Nothing." "This young lady was just having a little chat..." "A rape took place on your boat two nights ago, Mr Roseberry-Sykes." "This man here is a suspect." "Rape?" "There must be some mistake." "I'm afraid not." "Now if you'll just come quietly, we can get this over and done with." "I'm not a waiter, all right?" "I'm James Bond!" " Raymondo!" " This is unbelievable!" "Yeah." "Right, go." "Now!" "Sorry to cause this inconvenience, sir." "Leave it, he's not worth it!" "Stay!" "Hello again..." "Inspector." "Hello." "Recognise this woman?" "No, sir." "She was on The Sunborn the night of the alleged rape." "You were on duty... we checked." "Well, I was... but I didn't see her." "Unless anyone actually saw my client sexually assault the complainant, all this is completely circumstantial." "Has anyone witnessed it?" "So the only witness to this alleged crime is the complainant?" " A prostitute?" " Correct." "Have you had sex with a prostitute before, Mr Burns?" "You really don't have to answer that." "No, I wouldn't..." "I couldn't." "You were the only one that used the exact quote from the Bible that the victim says you used." "Quoting from the Bible doesn't make someone a rapist." "Shall we let Mr Burns speak for himself?" "Did you or did you not rape and assault Trixie Walsh?" "I swear I did not rape or assault Trixie Walsh." "I've never even seen her... as God is my witness." "Shaz, find out anything you can about Ryan Burns." "Double check the statements that placed him at the park" " at the time of Delphine's murder" " Yes, ma'am." "Right." "I've asked Ray and Chris to keep an eye on that girl who keeps hanging around the station." "What, Nina?" "What's she done to deserve them?" "Well, they can't make a balls up of that, can they?" "We had a dog that used to scratch itself all the time." "Distemper." "That wasn't his name." "Had to be put down in the end." "Yes, sir..." "Thank you, sir." "Well?" "That's us bolloxed." "Roseberry-Sykes has been on to the Commissioner." "He's accused us of victimising his staff." "Unless we can get something that sticks, we're gonan have to let Burns go." "And right now, we've got sweet FA." "Shit." "I know this won't mean anything to you but I just wanted to say I honestly think that I'm right." " And if I'd had more time..." " Not time, patience." "You didn't have all the facts, you couldn't present a strong enough case." "But you still believe you're right..." " Yes." "I do." " Snap." "One of us has to be wrong..." "It's not a question of being wrong, but doing the right thing." "Ryan Burns should have somebody fight his corner whether he's innocent or not." "How's your Latin?" " It's rusty." " Alios tracta sicut te ipsum." "Treat others as yourself." "Not so rusty." "I remember that!" "Those..." "Really?" "Wow, they've only just come out." "It's for Alex, my boss's daughter, though she'll probably say she's too old for toys." " I bet she loves it when you spoil her." " Well, she's worth every penny." " Is she?" " Definitely." "Well, Inspector Drake..." " Alex." " Really?" "Well, Alex, I hope we meet again." "It's been... unique." "Getting to know the enemy?" "You know what, I'm not even sure that you and I are on the same side any more." "Well, let's put that to the test, shall we?" "I went with your idea on Trixie Walsh's story... now you can go with mine." "Your alleged rapist, Ryan Burns, doesn't even remember seeing you, never mind having sex with you." "Well, he would say that, wouldn't he?" "About the only thing you got right was him wearing a ring." " What kind of ring was it again?" " Sovereign." "Sure?" "Like this, was it?" "So how can you be sure?" "Because you said it was dark." "What, you got x-ray vision?" " I'm pretty sure." " Do you know what I think?" "I think I've got x-ray vision because I can see right through you." "You've made this whole thing up, haven't you?" "And I want to know why." " I can't tell you." " Can't or won't?" "Both." "You weren't raped, were you?" "Don't let that bastard get off." "He's sick!" "No, sweetheart." "You're sick." "Sorry it took so long." "I didn't know if you wanted sugar?" "There you are!" "And who have we got here?" "Really?" "Spit the dog!" "That was rubbish, wasn't it?" "You should smile more." "It suits you." "Don't let him off!" "Listen to me!" "This isn't right, you shouldn't have let him go!" "Will someone listen to me?" "I want justice!" "Tough tits." "You've got me instead." "Get in." "No, thanks." "What happened to your lip?" "I burnt it." "Everyone keeping pulling my leg saying I've been kissing a prozzie." "I mean... a lady of the night." "Like me?" "Yeah." "I like you." " You seem like a nice kid." " No." "Like me." "What?" "You mean you're a...?" "You're having me on... nice girl like you?" "Don't believe me?" "No, I don't think I do, love." "Why would you want to make something up like that?" "I'm not." "Hang on a minute, love." "If I was such a nice girl, why would someone do this to me?" "And Nina actually told YOU this?" "She showed me the cut." "She's a mess... covered in bruises." "She knows that Trixie." "It was her who got her into the escort agency." "She'd only just started." "It wasn't Trixie who was raped, it was Nina." "Trixie knew that Nina would be too traumatised to come to us, so she faked the rape as her own, to protect..." " I know." " What do you mean, you know?" "Once Motor Mouth here had stopped shouting and started talking, the truth came out, eventually!" "If anything happens to one of those girls, you lot won't know what's hit you." "Why would Ryan Burns try and kill Nina?" "Why would he kill Delphine?" "What was his motive?" "Shaz." "Pass me the magnifier." "What have you got?" "A link, hopefully." "Here, look in this photograph..." "Burns is wearing the St Christopher, but in this one, he's given it to Delphine." "They were courting..." "Everything's significant." " I don't get why he killed her though." " Maybe he didn't mean to kill her." "He thought he loved her." "But she rejected him which made him feel... impure." "He lashed out, ripped the St Christopher off... and afterwards he felt... dirty and he needed someone to take out his self-hatred on." "When he realised Nina worked for an escort agency, he had to kill her." " Let's just get the twisted bastard." " He'll go after prostitutes again." "Skinny, curly hair, looked like butter wouldn't melt..." " Where did they go?" " Up by the river there." "Got to go..." "It was Sonya he went off with." "It was a white Escort." "White Escort in there." "Over there." "Ray... take the stairs." "Ryan." "Let her go." "No." "I can't." "Come on Ryan, not very Christian that, is it?" "You don't understand." "I'm helping her." "How?" "To lead a good life, to be fruitful for God." "By raping and murdering her?" ""I am the vine, you are the branches"." "John, Chapter 15, Verse 5." "You're nicked." "For the murder of Delphine Parkes, the rape and attempted murder of Nina Akaboa." "Anything you say will be taken down, ripped up and shoved down your scrawny little throat until you choke to death." "Gene Hunt, Chapter 1, verse 2." "Scum." "Do you want the bad news or the really bad news?" "That Sonya's legged it... which means our only chance of getting that scumbag sent down is Nina." "If she'll press charges." "Do you think you can pick him out in a line-up?" "Will he see me?" "I'll come with you." "Don't worry, love." "I won't let him intimidate you... promise." "We'll help you as much as we can, but when you're in the court room, you're on your own." "Will they... bring up what I used to do?" "Probably." "So... when it comes down to it, it's just my word against his?" "In a nut shell, love, yeah." "Will they believe me?" "We can't say." "Well, we can." "I would love to be wrong about this, sweetheart, but... you've got as much chance of convincing them as Michael Foot has of becoming Prime Minister." "Well, in that case..." "I don't think I can go through with it." "I don't want it to go to court." "Sorry." "Now do you understand why I wanted to do this instead of her?" "Take care, won't you?" "Look after her." "Yeah, well, I'll try." "Right instinct." "Wrong outcome." "I'm afraid I can't comment." "Go on then." "Get it over with." "What?" "The lecture." "No lecture." "You did the right thing." "Is there something wrong with my hearing?" "I could've sworn you said "did the right thing"." "With 5% of rape cases ending in conviction, what chance would SHE have had?" "Yeah, well, you never know..." "maybe it'll change one day." "Don't hold your breath." "My place?" "Sorry." "I'm with a friend." "Grassy arse..." "I hope they don't start a fire, Signor Hunt." "No, you're all right, Luigi..." "Ray!" "Your turn!" "Mind you, you have got insurance, haven't you?" "What are we supposed to be celebrating?" "In a morning raid today, police arrested 24-year-old Ryan Burns of South London for possession of ten kilos of cocaine." "The drugs were found hidden inside garden gnomes in Burns's car." "If found guilty, Burns faces a prison sentence of at least 5 years..." " You didn't..." " Not me." "Well, maybe I've got you all wrong, Ray." "Maybe you're not the stereotypical Neanderthal I had you down as." "Here, Ray!" "Quid says you can't light your farts with one of these." "Make it a fiver and you're on!" "Then again..." "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd." "Resync:" "Nathbot" "Suicide..." "That wasn't caused by the fall." "Murder, then." "So Kennedy worked in the research place?" "No big deal." "Gene, this must set off alarm bells." "Yes, it does." "Molly on rampage with idiot theories - run for your lives." "It's my room!" "It's exactly like my room." "What's the reason for the intimate rendez-vous?" "I don't appreciate..." "And I don't appreciate your lies, you are a bloody liar!" "I am so hot." "Oh dear Lord, if this is a test, I fear I may fail."