Prime Suspect 1973

There was a matching necklace. It was part of a set.

I'm sorry we haven't found that yet.

Eight years ago we had this young PC.

He died.

While doing a routine check on a vehicle.

A drunk deliberately mowed him down.

'Eagle's One to Eagle's next, coming out in two. Have we got clearance?'

I think I know that man.

- Clifford Bentley's lads. - The voice on the recording, I think it was him.

Sure?

- I didn't kill Julie-Ann Collins. - Get him in a cell.

John Bentley. Nasty piece of work.

Sure it was his voice on the tape?

I think so.

- And that's his brother? - Mmm.

Why is he on crutches?

Years ago, him and John were breaking into a bookie's, 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.

DC Edwards was just filling me in on the Bentleys.

I'm sure DC Edwards has better things to do.

I also suggested that DI Bradfield should listen to the tapes.

- Sarge, that's backwards, not forwards. - Thank you, Tennison.

He doesn't like women telling him what to do. Especially probationers.

'Eagle's Nest, come in. We need an eyeball. Over.'

- It's Clifford Bentley. - 'Eagle's Nest, come in. Over. Eagle's Nest...'

- When was this recorded? - Three nights ago.

'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 we spare the men?

Course.

- With a double murder investigation? - We have a suspect in the cells.

Are we on firmer ground with the Julie-Ann Collins case?

We've 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.

OK, then.

Jane...

No-one's 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?

I 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.

'I just wondered how things were going, Clifford.'

'Erm, well, 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...

'Look, 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.'

Either of you got any ciggies?

I always thought you'd suit a pipe, sarge.

Big one, like Sherlock Holmes.

Piss off.

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 are you doing? - Are you trying to kill us?

Oh, for crying out loud!

Come on. Let's do this.

Could be a legit job through Bentley's business.

Since when did you need blowtorches to rewire a plug?

There's enough fuel to cut through a ship's hull.

Can't argue with that.

It's here!

I told you it was in here.

Silas.

Still think what they're doing is legit?

This is definitely not legit.

I want a layout plan of that row of shops.

You're thinking they'll go through the roof, drop down and...?

Better shift the van, sir.

David Bentley's keeping lookout from the multi-storey up there.

- Up there in his Eagle's Nest, is he? - Looks like it.

What do you reckon they're up to, then?

- Looks like we've struck gold. - What, they're turning over the caff?

Next door, you pillock.

Oh, bloody hell.

Mr Bentley... what's that for?

Are you a superstitious man, Silas?

- I believe only in God's will. - I wish I did.

Now, I trust my... my water, if you wanna call it that.

We shouldn't be doing this.

W-What do you mean? Already had the filth poking their snouts in.

Through to the steel.

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?

- Sorry. - At last!

- Bloody hell, Pam! You look gorgeous. - Doesn't she?

- I love this dress. - So do I.

Mum said she made all of Alma Cogan's.

Your dress is in your room.

Your old room. Please hurry up. The car's going to be here any minute.

Morning, Mum.

Between the bank's cellar and the cafe's basement is a dividing wall.

The 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.

- Got to be mad to try this. - With the right equipment, it's do-able.

We saw them carry in tanks and hoses for blowtorches.

- Heavy-duty. - Sir, I tracked down the plod

who responded to the noise complaint.

He was shown a permit for the refurbishment,

but the council said they didn't issue one.

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. Yes, sarge.

- Looks like Tennison was right. - I should congratulate her.

Is she in Comms?

No, she's in church, sir. It's her sister's wedding.

Yeah. Right. Of course she is.

Oh, you look so pretty in that dress! Honestly.

You nearly upstaged your sister.

Thanks, Mum.

Although... there's something not quite right around the bust.

I think you all look smashing.

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

Come on.

Put those in front of you, for the photos. OK?

What are you playing at?

- It's OK. 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.

Enter.

- Hello, sir. - Have you charged this O'Duncie yet?

- Yes, for both murders. - And you've all the evidence we need?

- If I could just... - Help me to understand

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.

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?

WPC Kath Morgan, Hackney Police Station.

- 'Kath, it's me, Jane.' - Oh, right.

Just checking in, to see what the latest is on the Bentleys.

- Apparently, they're gonna 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...

Clearance for security.

Dunsford.

2-7-6.

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.

Dunsford.

I shouldn't think any longer than ten minutes.

We've got their van and lock-up. I say we go in now.

No. No, we let them go through with it.

- 8-2-5... - You what?

- I'm not giving Clifford Bentley any excuse. - But...

I said, we let them go through with it.

- How does it feel, Mrs Bailey? - Still waiting for it to sink in.

- Have you seen him? - 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.

Erm... there's something going on at the station.

Yeah? And...?

Oh...

You'd rather be there?

No. No, of course not.

When you first said you wanted to be a policewoman,

I thought you'd gone cuckoo.

But it suits you.

Unlike being a bridesmaid.

God, I know. I haven't breathed out since noon!

You can leave.