Life on Mars

Colin Raimes? Open the door, please! Police!

Mr Raimes, we have a warrant to search the house

and remove property in compliance with the Criminal Evidence Act.

Smack his face in!

This is gonna look very bad on your arrest report, Colin.

Interview commenced at 11.19 a.m.

The suspect will state his name.

Colin Raimes.

Also present are the suspect's lawyer...

psychiatrist and social worker.

Look at these photos, Colin.

Lauren Chester.

Murdered in November last year.

Kidnapped, no sexual assault...

starved and held for 30 hours.

Strangled with bootlace.

- You're upsetting him. - Bettina Mitchell.

Attacked last Saturday.

You said: "Fight me and you will end up like Lauren."

This is the ID picture that Bettina gave us.

This... is your diary.

We found it in your room.

From the diary, quote:

"I killed her. She's been killed. I'm a killer, an ace killer."

That particular entry is not awash with ambiguity.

Dated November 4th.

The day after the murder.

Colin's a first-rate fantasist.

So let's talk about the night of the abduction, Colin.

November 2nd.

Hold on. November 2nd?

That's correct.

He was at our drop-in centre.

Some kids had thrown fireworks at him. He was distressed.

We brought him to the centre.

I think we're done.

Colin Raimes.

Colin Raimes isn't our man.

We'll go back to our best lead.

The fibres found underneath the fingernails of the victim.

Definitely synthetic.

I think there's more to be had from Raimes.

Let's lean on him.

What, and be sued for harassment of a schizophrenic?

He's a fantasist. It's in his psych evaluation...

Screw his psych evaluation!

You used to believe in gut feeling. What happened?

Nothing.

Sam, what is going on in there?

Look, I can't think about this now. Ok?

I'm gonna stand you down from the case, Maya.

It's not productive, given our personal problems.

Look, forget about us.

I have a theory about Raimes. About why he kept a diary.

I've made my mind up...

Don't you wanna know what I'm thinking? My feeling is...

Look around you. What use are feelings in this room?

Maya.

Why are you shutting me out?

What are you doing?

I'm following my feeling, Sam.

I think there's more to Raimes.

I think he's trying to impress someone.

What if he knows the killer?

Hang on. If social services find out...

Where are you, Maya?

I'm tailing Raimes.

You're breaking up.

Someone's there.

Raimes is heading up toward Satchmore Road. I'm gonna go and...

Maya, no. Listen, I'll send back-up.

- Ah! - Maya!

Preserve the scene, call in SOCO please.

Whoever the killer is, he's taken her.

Charge to 200 Joules.

Stand clear.

Where are you?

What happened?

Did you not see the signs?

Do you remember what happened, Sir?

Sir, can you tell me what happened?

This...

This is not my car. I was...

I was driving a Jeep.

You were driving a military vehicle?

Hang on.

What's going on?

It says here you on transfer from C Division in Hyde.

Detective Inspector.

I'm a DCI.

What the hell are you?

I need my mobile.

Your mobile what?

Phone!

860 to Alpha... Hang on Sir, come back.

860... Sir, come back!

I'll call you back.

DC Chris Skelton.

Plod's bringing in your stuff.

One of the girls will sort out your RTA.

Don't sweat it if you've had a couple of stiff ones.

Blimey. you look like you've ten rounds with Big Henry.

Someone needs to take a look at you, boss.

You're as white as a ginger bird's arse.

There's that nice little plonk on the next floor. Cartwright.

- Oh aye. She can kiss it better. - Shut up.

I don't know who the hell you lot think you are...

But this is my office.

Here.

This is a door, right here.

And my desk is here.

Where's my desk?

Chair?

- PC terminal? - Who?

You want a constable up here?

What the bloody hell is going on here?

This is my department!

What have you done with it?

Keep it down, boss.

Too late.

Ok.

Alright.

Surprise me.

What year is it supposed to be?

Word in your shell-like, pal.

Big mistake.

Yeah?

What about this?

They reckon you got concussion.

I couldn't give a tart's furry cup if half your brains are falling out.

Don't ever waltz into my kingdom acting king of the jungle.

- Who the hell are you? - Gene Hunt, your DCI, and it's 1973.

Almost dinner time. I'm havin' 'oops.

It's funny.

I could have sworn I left it here. Remember.

Lock your car. Check the doors, the windows, the boot.

And please, take the keys with you.

Watch out, there's a thief about there.

Operator?

What?

- Operator. - No, I want a mobile number.

- What? - A mobile number.

0770-913...

Is that an international number?

No.

I need you to connect me to a Virgin number.

Virgin Mobile...

Don't you start that sexy business with me, young man.

I can trace this call.

Let's get a second line in.

It's an emergency and cross-match blood down.

He's slipping into unconsciousness. Sam?

Can you hear me? Sam?

Just had a shout.

That bird who went missing a couple of days ago?

She's only been done in down Satchmore Road.

Satchmore? That's where Maya...

- Susie Tripper? - Yeah.

Wrung her neck like a Christmas turkey.

Right.

I've gotta get down the pub and give the papers a statement.

if I don't get a move on, they'll all be half-cut.

So, you're a senior officer, you're in charge.

Boss?

Shall we make a start?

Susie'd been dead for a couple of hours when she was found.

No sign of sexual assault.

This is what she had on her.

Bloody hell.

So, then, boss?

Anything you wanna...?

Right. Yeah, uh...

Have you...

visited the... the crime scene ?

What, where she was found?

Yeah, where she was found.

Have you... preserved the crime scene?

Body's on the slab.

Body should have been dusted for prints on site.

How the hell are you gonna get dabs off skin?

You're so right. How can you?

What's the matter with me?

We did take some prints off a... a shoe, I think it was.

They've been sent down to Scotland Yard,

so we should hear back in a fortnight or so,

if there's a match.

A fortnight?

Motive doesn't seem to be robbery.

There's 27p in her purse, plus a couple of green shields.

Well, he might have taken the notes.

I mean, who's gonna take 27p?

Well, I would.

After pub closing time,

she stayed in the car park with a couple of fellas, but that's cool.

Cool, is it? Why?

Well, we know 'em. Loaders from canal wharf. They're alright.

Now she was in the car park,

and she was giving them Downhill Racer...

So you're not gonna take statements?

It's not them, boss.