Prime Suspect 1973

Probationary WPC 515G Tennison,

attached to B Relief Hackney, sir.

- You worried they'll eat her alive? - No, I wasn't, sir.

No.

And what brings you to the police?

I thought the force could do with more posh sorts, sir.

I'm very sorry to tell you that

a girl we believe to be your daughter has been found dead.

We are treating it as a murder enquiry.

- When did you last see her? - Over a year ago.

Who would want Julie-Ann dead, Eddie? Think!

- Did you see her get into a car? - Yeah, a red one.

- What sort of red car, Eddie? - A Jaguar.

Eddie Phillips has absconded.

I want all units out there looking for him now.

They said you'd be here.

Sir, I don't think Eddie Phillips was just Julie-Ann's boyfriend.

What?

I went to speak to Suzy and she...

Tennison, you shouldn't have done that.

- There are protocols. - I know, but...

Whatever she said could be inadmissible.

When was this?

- Just... - Best if you don't tell me.

- Same again. - Sure.

- What are you having? - Erm...

I'll just have the same as you.

There you go.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Eight years ago, we had this young PC --

Charlie Hopkins.

He was not much older than you.

He died while doing a routine check on a vehicle with false plates.

The driver deliberately mowed him down.

What Hopkins didn't know was that...

.. the driver was on his way to an armed raid on a bookies.

I got information about a garage

that had taken the vehicle in for repairs, so I broke in.

I found it.

Smashed headlight...

.. dented bumper...

blood smear.

I knew I had him.

- The driver. - You arrested him?

No.

No, he saw me go in the garage.

And by the time I came back with the warrant, he'd torched the car.

No fingerprints, no nothing to connect it to PC Hopkins.

Bastard got away with it.

Sorry. I...

I didn't mean to be...

.. going on about that.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Same as you, I trained at Hendon.

And when was that?

Late '50s?

Early '60s?

Really?

Well, I suppose that explains why you're walking me home, then.

Clearly, I'm old and doddery enough to warrant a chaperone.

Actually, it's because you nearly fell over coming out of the pub

and then you tried to get your car keys out.

I didn't want to see what happened next.

Well, in that case, erm...

.. thank you for saving my life.

No, seriously, erm...

I'm very...

Drunk?

Grateful.

I admire you.

No.

Sorry, I can't be doing that.

I'm your superior officer and er...

we're both very drunk.

Evening.

Er... I should be going.

Erm... will you be OK getting home?

Yes, I'll be fine.

Er... well, erm...

All right, early bird?

Morning.

Late one, was it? Where'd you go?

Er... nowhere.

Stayed in.

Up late studying, that's all.

Tell me we've found Eddie Phillips.

Still looking but we'll find him.

Sir, nothing found in Eddie's flat.

- Not one print that matches Julie-Ann's. - Bollocks.

Any luck tracing the red Jag that Eddie claimed picked Julie-Ann up?

- That was the last time she was seen alive. - Nothing yet.

Can you get started on those red Jag phone calls, Jane?

- Jane? - Hm?

- Phone calls? - Yes.

- Where did you get up to? - Er... let's see.

Go from there.

Morgan.

I need a plonk to accompany me to Julie-Ann's parents.

Er... Sergeant Harris has posted me on foot patrol covering Five Beat.

Sorry.

Tennison?

There was a matching necklace.

It was part of a set.

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

At least we'll have something of hers for the service.

We'll release the body as soon as we can.

There is another reason that we stopped by.

What is it?

We've already told you everything we know.

This may be difficult for you to hear.

Julie-Ann may have been trying to kick her drug habit

because she was pregnant.

Oh, dear God.

I take it neither of you knew?

The newspaper describes Julie-Ann as a drug user and a prostitute.

If you speak to the press,

will you remind them that she was more than that?

Of course.

The post-mortem also revealed that your daughter had injuries consistent with a beating

we think from about two weeks before her death.

W-W-Was this the boyfriend?

This... er... Eddie?

How do you know about Eddie?

The newspaper describes him as Julie-Ann's boyfriend.

"Helping with your enquiries."

'The news is on the hour every hour.

'And there's no better way to listen to your favourites than on the nation's favourite.'

Come on, John.

Time to get up.

They've been talking about that poor murdered girl again on the radio.

Ta.

Makes you scared to leave your own home.

Is David back?

He was. Went straight out again.

He spoken to you?

About?

Just wondered what he's up to.

John?

Is this about some girl he was seeing?

He's fine, Ma.

Here, do us some bacon, will you?

You got anything stronger?

Do I look like a dealer?

Please, man.

Tell me where I can find Eddie, then.

You're not gonna find him.

If you really need something,

I can give you an address not far from here.

We're speaking to all Jaguar dealers in the area,

looking for the owner of a red XJ series.

20,000 red Jags sold since 1968.

- Can we get a better description? - When we find Eddie, we'll ask him.

- Tennison? - Hm?

I just found Julie-Ann's PM report lying on my desk.

Yes. You told me to leave it there, sir.

Yes, but it needs to be in an envelope with my name on it.

It's sensitive material.

This vehicle was parked at Homerton Hospital.

- 'Are you still there?' - Sorry about that.

Sorry, you said he worked there?

And that's definitely a red Jaguar?

Erm... this garage serviced a red XJ6 for a doctor at Homerton Hospital.

So that's Dr Hussein Pryor.

Thank you. Great.

- Morgan, you beauty. - Yes! Come on!

Silas, darling, is that van gonna be parked there all day?

Once they've unloaded it, I'll get them to move it round the corner, OK?

And the noise level? I do hope there won't be any noise?

Let's hope not. I will sort it.

You're a treasure, darling.

Hey.

You have to keep quiet.

The busybody next door will complain and the council will shut me down.

Please, move this stuff downstairs.

What do you care if the council shut you down?

Yeah, this time next week, you'll be on a beach.

Sitting on a big pile of cash!

- Ready to roll? - Yeah.

What are you gonna do with your share?

Get as far away from here as possible.

Me too.

- Mum will be all right, won't she? - Yeah.

She'll have Dad to look after her.

Yeah.

Oi.

I don't know what's going on in that head of yours,

- but don't fuck this one up for us, David. - I'm not gonna.

She looks familiar.

Julie-Ann Collins.

She came here as an outpatient on May 1st

to sign up to your methadone programme.

She was last seen climbing into a red Jaguar outside here.

Do you own a red Jaguar XJ6?

My wife has the Jag. Ex-wife.

She lives in Kent.

We're gonna have to contact your wife to confirm this.

Fine. Have you talked to Teresa?

- Who's Teresa? - Teresa O'Duncie.

One of the receptionists. I'm sure she knew this girl.

- Is Teresa here now? - Ask one of the girls.