The Long Shadow

There's never been an inquiry of this scale

in the annals of police history.

He must speak with a Geordie accent.

Anybody not meeting these five points, they're gone.

Mr Peter Sutcliffe?

I do not think the man on the tape is the Ripper.

You've made that clear. I want that on record.

But you're wrong. This is starting to affect

the public's confidence in the police as a whole, nationally.

The most wanted man of the century,

more resources than anyone ever, and you have failed.

I want to ask everyone

to please help us find the person who killed my daughter.

He won't be back in a hurry.

No. But he'll turn up somewhere.

HE SIGHS

It's quiet enough here, isn't it?

Yeah, it's fine.

Come here all the time.

We won't be disturbed.

You got a tenner for me?

Why don't we get in t'back?

CAR APPROACHES

Oh, no.

Erm...

You're my girlfriend.

Is this your car, sir?

Yes.

Can you give me your name and address?

I am John Williams. 65 Dorchester Road, Rotherham.

And who's she?

My girlfriend.

And what's her name?

I don't know. We've not known each other that long.

Right.

Just stay there.

Just take the keys out of your car.

2-5-6 to Control.

'Control speaking.'

Number plate check, please.

'Roger that. Go ahead.'

Yeah, it's foxtrot, echo, hotel, 9-0-7, Juliet.

Over.

'That's coming up as a Skoda saloon.

'Owner is a Mr Aslam Khan. Over.'

POLICE CAR DOOR CLOSES

APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS

Right, so, the number plates on your vehicle

don't match that of the car itself.

So what's gonna happen now is I'm gonna arrest you both

on suspicion of theft.

And if this turns out to be soliciting as well...

Well, we'll get into that back at the station.

OK?

Right, out you get.

We'll leave your car.

You heard him. Let's go. Come on. Chop-chop.

Come on.

Yeah, stick them in the back.

Where do you think you're going? I need a piss.

Well, quickly, then. Do it over there.

You've been in before, Olivia, haven't you?

For prostitution.

And that's what you were doing this evening when we picked you up.

The fines get worse the more you deny it. You know they do.

You've got two kids at home - it says so on here.

So the more you sit there not saying owt,

the more the food's coming off their table.

Doesn't it?

Doesn't it?

Start by saying your name.

You know my name.

Nice and clearly, so PC Small here can write it down.

"My name is Olivia Reivers." Go on.

My name is Olivia Reivers.

"I am a prostitute."

I'm a prostitute.

"And I am guilty, yet again guilty, of picking up a punter,

"this time on the evening of January 2nd 1981."

Go on, you tell the story.

Got picked up this evening. For sex. Go on.

For sex.

£10.

Got in his car, parked up.

But that were it.

Then that's when you came along.

Right.

Thank you.

Right, if you just sign here, I'll let you go.

You'll get a court date through. It'll likely mean another fine.

More severe this time

because it's repeat offences, you see.

This is just what happens when you can't leave it alone.

What about this bloke who picked you up?

His car number plates weren't registered in his name.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, you've never met him, or he's not a regular, or...?

I've no idea who he is.

He's just some...

..just some ordinary guy.

Mm.

You've given your name as John Williams

of Canklow, Rotherham.

There is no John Williams of Canklow, Rotherham.

So, come on. What's your real name?

Sutcliffe. Peter William Sutcliffe.

From? Garden Lane, Heaton.

Bradford?

Aye.

Now, is that your real name and address, or are those more lies?

No, no. You can check that.

So why lie the first time, Peter?

I said a fake name because I panicked.

I regret that now. I should never have done it.

Those plates on your car, they don't belong to you, do they?

You stole them. Why?

Didn't want people seeing you in red light areas.

It's not against the law to go in t'red light area.

We're not saying it is. It's whores who are criminals.

We're not saying otherwise.

We're asking why you'd be driving about with stolen plates.

So you're admitting that you stole them, then?

So, you've got that now?

Sorry?

I've admitted that, so you can charge me and let me go.

Well, what's the big hurry, Peter?

I just wanna get back. That's all.

To Bradford?

Yeah, to Bradford, aye.

A lot of this Ripper business,

that's been up Bradford way, hasn't it?

Leach.

Was that her name?

The student. She were Bradford.

You ever been questioned about the Ripper, Peter?

What's so funny about that?

Look at me.

Have you been questioned or not?

Everybody has.

This one, is it? It's that one there.

Right.

DC Nunn.

Where?

Well, I doubt it. He's never done Sheffield.

What accent's he got?

At one in t'morning? You've no chance.

No, there's nobody else here,

and if there were, they'd tell you the same bloody thing.

Well, bail him, then.

Leeds won't send anyone. They're saying it's too late.

So they're happy to bail him?

Well, we can't keep him overnight, Des. Not on stolen plates.

Especially if he's admitted it.

Well, that wouldn't be the reason we're holding him.

That'd be the excuse.

We should follow their advice.

Bob's right, sir.

If Leeds aren't bothered, why should we be?

Because we're here, and we can feel it.

We can feel that something ain't right.

SCRAPING

I thought you were off home.

Is it just me or is the car parked wrong?

Punters usually park pointing away from the road

to stop people seeing in when they're doing the business.

He were facing out. Do you remember?

Like he wanted a quick getaway. Maybe.

Or he weren't wanting sex.

So if he weren't wanting sex, what were he gonna do?

But what with? Sorry?

Well... if he's t'Ripper, he'd have had weapons on him,

a hammer and...

But we searched him, searched his car. He never had owt.

Bob.

PHONE RINGS

Yeah, that's fine.

OK, yep, checking for you now.

Thanks. Bye.

PHONES RINGING

RINGING CONTINUES

Ford Corsair.

Look.

God, Sue.

I'll get the others.

Morning. Morning.

CLAMOURING

Sue?

Sue.

What's happening?

Have they... Have they got him?

Think so.

Right, so, they've kept him in, this fella, overnight.

So, what they're saying is one of the coppers went back,

had a look down by the side of these bins, you know,

where they've nicked him, and that's where they've found it.

Found what?

Hammer and knife. Kitchen knife, same as he used on Rytka.

Fucking 'ell. Phone Sheffield.

Tell 'em I want that scene sterile.

No more coppers tramping about and toing and froing.