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[ Gulls squawking ]
[ Beeping ]
[ Whimpers ]
[ Beeping rapidly ]
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
-MacMANUS: What we got? -GRANGER: IC1 female.
-MacMANUS: How bloated? -GRANGER: Sumo.
[ Chuckles ]
River police not fancy this one?
Poke it ashore then give us a bell?
12-year-old boy found her 9:00 a.m. this morning.
There´s no point in calling in your forensics team.
Tide means the body could have been deposited
anywhere upstream.
So, John, how long?
Right.
Discoloration of the neck
puts her in the water for about four days.
Lesions -- one, two, three down the torso.
Absence of blood coagulation
suggests they were sustained post death.
But there´s this -- Same with the ankles.
Red patches in the skin
indicate she´s been bound with adhesive tape.
When, I´m not sure.
They´re definitely what I´d call melons.
Perving over dead women. You´re all class.
Credit where credit´s due.
Yeah, so the pattern of blows imply the assailant
beat her crossways with a bar.
Which might indicate she was on the floor
at the time of the attack.
Defense wounds?
Well, the forearms are clean.
So she was bound with tape
before being beaten around the face.
Any identifying marks?
Just scars under the ***.
She´s had implants.
Ask him nicely, you can take them home.
DR. CORNELL: She was still breathing when she went in.
Water ingested into the lungs
mixes with the air to produce a froth.
There you go. The trachea.
Can you tell where she drowned?
It´s a bit of a lottery, but we could go with a diatom test.
For us, professor.
Soaking a sample of the lung in acid.
Leaves calcific plankton.
They´re ingested during drowning.
Some species only inhabit certain parts of the Thames,
so you may get a rough fix on where she went in.
But it´s not an exact science.
A what? Fine, whatever.
Barry?
Can you call the NCF? I need an algologist.
They study plankton, apparently.
-Right. -Scott?
Only two with implants.
One has the same shoe size
but doesn´t match height or hair color.
And the other´s not married.
Great.
Maybe she wasn´t reported missing straightaway.
She was given time to come home, but she didn´t show.
Which puts her in the zero-to-four-days category.
Back to square one, then, boys.
Natasha McKay.
32. Dental work and a *** job.
Husband, Dennis McKay. Millionaire property developer.
Blond hair, 5´8", engagement ring.
What do you reckon?
Worth a punt.
We can´t confirm it´s your wife until we obtain a DNA sample.
You can´t even recognize her?
It might not be her.
That´s why we need something of hers.
A toothbrush or a comb.
We´re pretty sure.
Was she ***?
There´s no forensic evidence to suggest that was the case.
[ Sighs ] This isn´t happening.
We had a row over breakfast.
What was the row about?
She said I never fed the cats.
I pointed out that they were her cats.
FRIEND: What time did you leave the house?
7:30 a.m.
I had three back-to-back meetings.
Then I had a business dinner in town
till about 10:00 p.m.
Why didn´t you report her missing
as soon as you found out?
Well, you won´t do anything for the first 24 hours anyway.
-Had she gone missing before? -Four months ago.
She´d had a bit to drink. She was very partial.
FRIEND: How long did she go for last time?
Three days. To a friend in Bristol.
-Have you got their address? -I don´t know her friends.
Weren´t you interested?
I was just pleased to see her home.
Would you say you were having marital difficulties, Mr. McKay?
I won´t say we lived in wedded bliss.
The ones that think they do are liars.
Nat and I had a fiery relationship.
She always had passion.
It´s one of the things I loved about her.
-What´s his motive? -Apathy.
He has got an alibi.
Business dinner in town until 10:00.
They´re obviously not very close
if McKay can´t fill us in on her routines.
[ Chuckles ] Either that, or he couldn´t care less.
So the guy doesn´t know what his wife gets up to.
Same applies to millions of other husbands.
Natasha McKay.
Formerly Natasha Jardin.
Christened Tracey Tapworth.
Specialized in glamour modeling and Page Three.
Natasha did the circuit until about three years ago
when she met Dennis McKay.
Married him six months later.
Any news on Natasha´s 4x4?
PNC shows nothing.
I´ve passed the details on to Force Link.
Okay. Dig about for friends and associates.
Now, Natasha´s a bit of a looker.
With that kind of girl,
there might be a history of promiscuity.
Okay, premises search and a house-to-house.
They had one of those glossy magazines take wedding photos.
Not that I read that sort of rubbish.
Maybe there´s been visitors to the house
that you´ve not noticed before.
I´m not even vaguely interested in the goings-on in that house.
Any particular reason?
Apart from his dispute over a four-foot piece of garden?
Stupid little oik.
His airs and graces don´t fool me.
He is what he is.
A grubby barrow boy who knows the price of everything
and the value of nothing.
Mr. McKay, where else could your wife´s personal effects be?
Bank statements, diaries, phone bills.
The study, I guess.
Does she have an e-mail account?
Yeah. Yeah, I think so, yeah.
We´ll need to take the computer too.
Well, is that necessary?
Only I tend to work at home a great deal.
Doesn´t your company supply you with a laptop?
-Yeah, but -- -The study. Which way?
The neighbors haven´t got a good word to say about them.
McKay´s been squabbling over a piece of land.
He started a class war.
I thought he was middle-class stock.
According to the local grapevine,
he´s a Walthamstow lad who´s made it lucky
in the building game.
And the snobs don´t like new money.
Yep.
That one.
Yeah, yeah.
I don´t need the office redecorated, thank you.
You´re right. But that´s evidence.
Images taken off of McKay´s computer.
And that ain´t his bedroom.
That´s for sure.
[ Clears throat ]
She´s got a school-reunion Web site
in her favorites folder.
And e-mails from someone called Simon.
There must be about 200 here.
Print them all off.
Let´s get a time line of correspondence going.
Go through the ISP company.
Let´s get this Simon´s contact details.
And trace the source of the photos.
She says here that, "Me and Helen Grieves
had a fight in the fifth year over you."
FRIEND: It´s all quite flirtatious.
When did they first arrange to meet?
The 30th. Two weeks ago.
Any contact since then?
Sudden break in communications.
Then an e-mail two days later
saying she doesn´t want to see Simon anymore.
What happened in the time in between?
Bank statements show a transaction for a £110 lunch
at the Pentagon Restaurant in Bond Street.
-FRIEND: That´s a lot of lunch. -HANDS: Maybe she was hungry.
Trevor´s ISP result.
E-mail address registered to Simon Crookshank.
No convictions on the PNC.
Run an M-CRAC search.
See what intelligence we get nationwide.
What do you reckon? 110 quid. Meal for two?
I´ll ring the maître d´.
[ Up-tempo dance music playing ]
Kaye Robinson about?
-Over there. -Thank you.
Kaye Robinson?
We traced you through the restaurant.
You gave your mobile number to reservations.
I´m told you and Natasha were regulars.
About once a month.
Always her treat, you know?
You hear about this stuff on the streets, but...
-How long had you known her? -Six years.
We started stripping together.
She went on to bigger and better.
Well, for a while at least.
How did she seem last time you saw her?
Bored.
Said she wanted a bit of excitement back.
Being out in the sticks did her head in.
Did she ever mention a guy named Simon?
No.
Thought you and Natasha were supposed to be friends.
-[ Man whistles ] -[ Cheering ]
Where I come from, you learn to keep your mouth shut.
Whoever killed Natasha might strike again.
You all right with that?
Look, some fella turned up at the restaurant.
Natasha looked pretty hacked off to see him.
They had a barney in the street.
-She say what it was about? -She didn´t want to go into it.
She just said she´d had enough of him, left it at that.
Remember what he looked like?
Slim.
A bit scrawny.
With dark hair.
Yeah. Can you fax it through to me?
-[ Knock on door ] -Lovely.
Yeah?
Okay. Bye.
M-CRAC results on Crookshank.
Last year an ex-girlfriend alleged he assaulted her.
[ Whistle blows ]
Firefighter Crookshank.
FRIEND: Do you know Natasha McKay?
You seen her recently?
Not since we were at school, no.
-Have you ever contacted her? -No.
-You sure about that? -Yeah.
What were you doing on the 11th of this month?
I don´t know. I´d have to check my work roster.
Did I mention that we´re from the *** Investigation Team?
What are you talking about?
Let´s have a chat down at the station.
I´m arresting you for the *** of Natasha McKay.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention when questioned
something you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
You´ve got this wrong, man. I love her.
We went out at school.
Lost touch when I left.
There was always a real spark there.
When I got her e-mail, we just picked up where we left off.
Had an affair?
This was no back-alley fumble.
It´s like we rediscovered each other.
Do you believe in fate?
You know, the bolt of lightning that says,
"This is it. We´ve got a plan for you."
Like you were meant to be together?
Well, I guess we´re not, are we?
We loved each other.
That´s why I was at the restaurant.
I asked her to marry me.
What did she say?
She said she needed time to think.
Why did you lie to us
when we asked you whether you´d seen her?
Tash wanted the relationship kept secret
until she could tell her old man.
I keep my promises.
Even if it means being arrested?
I´d do anything for her.
A month to propose? That´s a bit intense.
Surefire way to ruin a romance. Get hitched.
You always said marriage was a great institution.
What, like prison?
Natasha´s financial records.
Last credit card bill dated three months ago.
Balance paid in full. Not used since.
Income?
Monthly direct debit from Mr. McKay.
Apart from that,
a counter credit for 250 last month.
In cash.
Concentrate on transactions made the day she disappeared.
Let´s try and build up a picture of her final movements.
Gov.
I reckon that Crookshank
wanted more from the relationship than Natasha did.
I mean, he´s completely overlooked the fact
that she´s married already.
Why jump the gun and propose?
-Something doesn´t smell right. -[ Knock on door ]
-Yeah? -Fax from the brigade.
Crookshank´s watch wasn´t on duty
the day Natasha disappeared.
I reckon it´s time to spin his flat.
Scott.
Right, well, we´ve got two sets of prints in the bedroom.
Bedside table and doorknob.
Can you fast-track them to the fingerprint bureau?
Yeah.
-HANDS: Gov? -Yeah?
Classy.
Stuck together.
What?
I´d say Crookshank looks at the photos
as an interactive experience, you know?
Take a DNA swab.
Gov?
Yeah?
-Natasha gave me the portfolio. -When?
Week before last. She came ´round to my place.
You ever visit her place?
No. She always came ´round to my place.
MacMANUS: That´s nice.
Should be. Cost me a month´s wages.
The proposal seemed a bit quick.
Is loving someone a crime now?
She was already married, Mr. Crookshank.
Or did you overlook that fact?
According to our intelligence, Natasha said she´d gone off you.
Maybe you thought the relationship
was more serious than she did.
That´s not true. You´re lying.
You weren´t working the day Natasha disappeared.
Do you want to tell me your movements?
Got up late.
Hired a couple of DVDs from the local store.
Which titles?
The guy at the video store confirms
that Crookshank did hire the movies.
-Doesn´t mean he watched them. -We´ve checked his phone bill.
No calls to Natasha´s mobile the day she disappeared.
But he did call his mum between 8:30 and 9:30 p.m.
HANDS: Which ties in with the time of death.
Now, there´s no way he´s gone from his flat in Walthamstow
to dumping Natasha´s body in the Thames.
Even as the crow flies, it´s gonna take him 20 minutes.
Road cleaner´s come forward.
Says they saw a prowler hanging around the McKay house
the afternoon Natasha disappeared.
-Gov? -Yeah?
Fingerprints at Crookshank´s flat aren´t Natasha´s.
-So she was never there? -No.
And the engagement ring he claims he bought?
-Yeah? -It´s years old.
The sarge interviewed Crookshank´s ex-first thing.
Turns out he proposed to her as well with the same ring.
But she called it off when he started spying on her.
Even tried to beat her up.
Sarge is there now with the video I.D. officer
and the road sweeper.
Okay. Thanks, Patrick.
-Gov? -Yeah, not now, Rosie.
The McKays.
Local BIU say that uniform were called
to a domestic six months ago during a dinner party.
Yeah, okay. Thanks.
Sir, can you enlarge this one, please?
That´s him. That´s the guy I saw.
-HANDS: Are you sure? -That´s him.
I´ve told you I wasn´t there.
We also found your fingerprints
on the cloakroom window of the McKay house.
As well as in the study, where Natasha kept her portfolio.
Your affair...
It´s all fiction.
You´re a stalker, Mr. Crookshank.
No.
You allege your trysts were at your place.
Yet her fingerprints can´t be found.
And you say you never went to her house.
You never slept with her, did you?
We were waiting for the right time.
[ Snorts ]
Charge him with burglary.
Yeah, can you get them to check their cameras
for when she left and what direction?
Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Barry.
Natasha paid a congestion charge to get into London.
CCTV picked up her 4x4 heading into the West End at 13:06.
-Thank you. -Here you go.
Does he know we´re waiting for him?
Well, I told him. But I´m only the construction manager.
What´s he like to work for?
He´s fair. Pays on time. What more do you want?
Anything to do with her spending habits?
-What do you mean? -The credit card company.
You paid off the balance and closed the account.
She spent money like water. I´m not a bottomless pit.
Look, would you excuse me?
Natasha´s bank records
show three transactions in Oxford Street.
Makeup, a size-10 dress, and some new knickers.
Lacy stuff, according to the cashier.
Congestion cameras then record Natasha´s car
leaving Central London at 3:00, traveling southeast.
That´s out of her way.
She got friends or associates down there?
Nothing in her address book.
Maybe she got dolled up to meet a bloke down there.
Okay. Time of death -- 9:00 p.m.
Last seen was 3:00 p.m.
That gives us a window of six hours.
We could be looking at a possible abduction.
Have we got the toxicology result back?
Yeah, it´s just come in.
Low alcohol count.
Suggests a glass of wine at lunchtime.
No drug traces.
So she wasn´t taken under the influence.
Why did no one notice this abduction?
Perhaps she was lured.
Any unidentified calls made to her mobile?
None received that day.
What about to the house?
All for Dennis. Work-related stuff.
Two from the building contractors in the morning
and one from a marketing company.
Okay. What do her injuries tell us?
All facial.
Maybe she was attacked because of what she does.
A religious freak waging some kind of campaign
against ***.
Or to prevent identification. A more professional job.
I mean, half the *** industry´s run by crooks.
Perhaps she stepped on someone´s toes.
Do we know anything about these photos yet?
No, nothing yet.
But Natasha´s portfolio
has got Terry Sands Studios plastered all over it.
Natasha stopped modeling after we married.
What about the photos on your computer?
I never look in her files.
I´d imagine they´re a few years old.
I´m late for a dinner meeting. You´ll see yourselves out?
You can´t even spare five minutes for your wife?
-You don´t like me, do you? -Like doesn´t come into it.
Work´s the only thing I´ve got right now.
Okay. Thanks very much.
Natasha´s fingernail swab has produced beige wool fibers.
Probably from a carpet.
No suspect DNA?
She obviously didn´t get her claws into the attacker.
Bolsters the theory she was caught unawares.
Or she knew the murderer.
Rosie...
He´s got a cast-iron alibi.
What have you got against him?
All I´m getting is contempt for his wife.
If it´s him, I gonna nail him.
Rule one -- Assumption is the death of an investigation.
Take the blinkers off.
What´s this really about?
You´ve been in a bloody awful mood all day.
Just give me some more time to dig about, all right?
I need someone to interview Terry Sands with.
Sarge? Governor wants you.
[ Sighs ]
WOMAN: One more. One more, darling.
That´s good. One more.
One more. Like that. One more like that.
Beautiful. Beautiful.
There is a God.
It´s certainly a miracle anyone finds you attractive.
-One more. One more. -Terry Sands?
Detective Inspector Friend.
Always used her for the upmarket mags.
Sophisticated chick stuff rather than girl next door.
How friendly were you with her?
We were good mates.
Till that pillock arrived on the scene.
-Mr. McKay? -She met him at a car launch.
Flash git. He wouldn´t leave her alone.
Flowers. Designer dresses. Even a Rolex watch.
Wouldn´t take no for an answer.
Oh, she loved it.
He proposed.
Then she started getting as stuck up as him.
Can I help?
You normally store photos on disc?
It´s all digital now.
Just zap it down the line to the publishers.
And you e-mail them on to models, yeah?
-Mm-hmm. -Recognize these?
[ Chuckles ]
Might be one of the other, uh, photographers.
I gave Natasha a list of people to try.
When did you last see her?
Oh, a few months ago.
Came back with her tail between her legs.
Said she needed to earn her own money.
Thought you said you always worked together.
Ah, she weren´t what she was.
Could smell the *** a mile off.
I put her in touch with the guys who do the reader´s-wives stuff.
-Can you get us that list? -Sure.
-Gov? -Yeah?
The domestic at the McKays´ I was telling you about --
I´ve just been to see one of the other guests.
McKay said the barney
was because Natasha hated hosting business dinners.
Well, that´s not what the other guests reckoned.
Councilor Edwards thought she was great fun.
You know, told a few too many dirty jokes,
but he reckoned that Natasha was in her element.
So you think McKay´s lying?
Edwards said that McKay was embarrassed by her behavior.
And to top it off, the deal fell through.
Now, he is arrogant enough
to want to blame it on someone else.
Rosie, all you´ve got is a bunch of circumstantial.
Carry on like this, McKay´s gonna start shouting harassment.
He´s just so callous.
I mean, why are women attracted to men like that?
I´ve got no idea.
What´s up?
It´s the algologist´s report. Got the diatom test results.
The plankton found in Natasha´s lungs --
It´s the freshwater variety.
So?
Most of the Thames is salt water.
Certainly where we found the body.
There is freshwater upstream, but we´re talking way, way west.
What do you got?
-Gov? -Yeah?
Graham Waller´s on Sands´ list of photographers.
He sold them for last month´s edition.
FRIEND: Check the magazine´s distribution.
It´s a specialist topic, so the market will be smaller.
Speak to the newsagents.
See if they´ve noticed any strange behavior.
Repeat buying or vandalism.
-Okay. -Gov? Forensics.
Yeah.
I´ve put them through to your office.
The freshwater and salt water
are roughly divided by Teddington Lock.
How come no one saw the body? It´s a controlled environment.
FRIEND: Well, maybe the body was caught
under the hull of the boat and dragged downstream.
Hence the lesions.
Probably made by a propeller blade.
So why are we dealing?
She didn´t even die on our patch.
If I was you, I´d give it to the boys across the water.
Natasha disappeared in East London,
was drowned in West London.
So the killer either had his own transport or he used her car.
[ Stifled laughter ]
You went through the pocket of my coat
and photocopied my warrant card?
It´s only a joke.
Do I threaten you?
Does the fact that I´m a fast-track D.I.
with only half your experience in the job
constantly remind you of your own inadequacy?
No.
With respect, it´s ´cause you´re a stuck-up cow
who needs to take the pole out of her ***.
Or maybe it´s because I´m a woman.
-[ Telephone rings ] -In authority.
As far as you´re concerned, we belong in the kitchen.
Or the bedroom.
Or in a dirty magazine.
Well, get used to it.
The good old days when it was just the boys in blue
are long gone.
Barton Street nick.
They´ve found Natasha´s car in Lenman Road.
Thank you.
Mr. McKay didn´t have a spare set.
We had to pop the lock.
-Any sign of blood? -No.
There´s only one set of prints too.
The only person who´s driven this car is Natasha.
We´ll need everyone down here for a house-to-house.
[ Doorbell rings ]
Yes?
Detective Inspector Friend. Can we come in?
That´s terrible.
I told you this area´s so dangerous.
JONATHAN: It´s all we could afford.
Sorry about the mess.
It´s our first home together.
We´re getting married next spring.
Congratulations. I hope it lasts.
Thanks.
MacMANUS: When did you move in?
JONATHAN: The day before yesterday.
Meant to be weeks ago,
but the builders were behind with the refurbishment.
What builders did you use?
JONATHAN: What was it? Boycott & Sons?
Can you ask forensics to pop in here a minute?
DR. GALLAGHER: Okay.
The blood pattern follows a particular trajectory.
If it was Natasha, it indicates that she was probably struck
facing away from the door.
Probably as she entered the room.
So her face wasn´t bludgeoned here.
No, it´s unlikely due to the lack of heavy staining.
But we´ll check under the carpet for skin and bone tissues
just to be sure.
We´ve got a faint trainer print
on the skirting board in the hall.
Approximately a seven.
Natasha was only wearing one Reebok when we found her.
Same size.
So do you think she was dragged through the hall?
Possibly.
This was definitely a premeditated attack.
-Thanks. -How come?
Killer coshes her over the head and ties her up,
then he waits until dark to move her around 20 miles
before finishing her off.
Suggests to me he planned to be somewhere that he felt safe,
away from prying eyes.
I checked with Barry.
The builders are the same ones
that Dennis McKay uses on his projects.
Gov?
-Yeah? -You should come hear this.
Gov?
The white van noticed by the witness --
I´ve put in a partial index, checked it against the vans
registered to Boycott & Sons Building Contractors,
came up with this.
Great. Let´s try and find it.
Yeah, we´re looking for one of your vans -- E807 KUC.
Don´t tell me someone´s gone and pranged it again.
-Is it here? -It´s out on site.
Down Hampton way.
Can you tell me who was driving it on the 14th?
Let me check the log book.
FRIEND: Gary Sutcliffe. The construction manager.
MacMANUS: He made us a cup of tea.
Same color as the house in Lenman Road.
Here we go.
The tape used to bind her wrists.
Mr. Sutcliffe?
No way. Please, no way!
Put the hammer down!
LINCOLN: Gary Sutcliffe, I´m arresting you on suspicion
of the *** of Natasha McKay.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention when questioned
something you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
Thanks.
It´s okay.
You all right?
I´ve known Gary for nine years. I considered him a friend.
What was his association with your wife?
He spoke to her on the phone occasionally
if he tried to get me at home.
He oversaw the construction
of the annex at the house last year, but...
Was he there every day during that time?
Most of the time, yeah.
I mean, Nat invited him in for the odd beer
after he´d finished for the day.
Well, you don´t think he and she were...
It´s an avenue of investigation we´ll have to cover.
JENNY: Will somebody please tell me what´s going on?
We have reason to believe that your husband
was having an affair with Natasha McKay.
And we have arrested him on suspicion of her ***.
But we´ve been married for 15 years.
[ Sobs ]
Jenny.
Jenny?
Madam, you can´t touch anything.
I hope you throw away the key!
I found the boots in the bin.
I´d only bought them for him two months ago.
I was gonna have a go at them.
I thought it was paint.
Your wife has supplied us with the boots you wore that night.
For the benefit of the tape,
I´m about to show Mr. Sutcliffe exhibit GH67,
a photograph.
That is your lounge, isn´t it?
Yeah.
Had your husband been acting strangely
in the run-up to Natasha´s disappearance?
Always working late, he said.
I´m so stupid!
FRIEND: When did the relationship develop?
Working on their house.
And it´s been going on ever since?
Whatever you say.
Did you conduct the affair at your home?
Yeah.
When?
Tuesday lunchtime.
Sometimes Friday.
Why did you *** Natasha McKay?
Doesn´t matter why.
All right.
Let´s call it a night.
-It´s 6:00 in the morning. -Well, you´re here.
Is one of the kids playing up?
Is that why you´re being so bloody moody?
Stewart´s having an affair.
And, no, I don´t want to talk about it.
Oh, Rosie.
Gary Sutcliffe is lying.
I checked Natasha´s diary.
She went to a local gym on Tuesdays.
She´d have never got to his place in time.
There´s no doubt that Sutcliffe killed Natasha.
And I´ve found a motive.
Sutcliffe´s credit card statements.
He ran up a debt of seven grand in a casino in town.
Now, it could be more if there´s other loans we don´t know about.
Makes him a candidate for blackmail.
But what´s the husband´s motive?
You´re taking me seriously now?
I always take you seriously, Rosie.
I´m working on it.
Sutcliffe´s statements show he made withdrawals in Amsterdam
two weeks before Natasha was murdered.
And he wasn´t on holiday?
No. The money he took out was nothing.
A few Euros here and there. Not enough to enjoy yourself.
Unless someone else paid his way.
The list of Wicked Wives stockists you asked me to call.
That line of inquiry is long dead.
One of them is a newsagents in Epping.
The owner called me just now.
He said Dennis McKay wasn´t too happy.
Ended up buying every single copy in the shop.
So he did know she was working. He lied.
We didn´t find any at the house.
Of course he´d throw them out.
He doesn´t want any of the locals to see them.
Protecting his status.
-When was this? -Three weeks ago.
Dennis turned up out of the blue with two tickets to Amsterdam.
A 40th-birthday surprise.
Is he normally so generous?
Oh, he´s a very generous man.
I persuaded him to go.
Left Dennis downstairs while I helped him to pack.
No wonder he wasn´t keen on going.
Whooping it up with his lover´s husband.
What did you do in the evening?
The usual things blokes do in Amsterdam.
Couple of beers. A few strip clubs.
And then what happened?
We went to a coffee shop. He got me ***.
The man´s 40. He´s not a boy.
He makes his own decisions.
You gave him a cake, not a joint.
He didn´t know what was in it.
He claims he didn´t know what was in it.
May I go now?
Where did you go after the coffee shop?
-I don´t remember. -Where did you go?
I need a toilet break.
You can´t refuse me a toilet break.
All right. Interview suspended at 11:21.
[ Door opens ]
We haven´t got all day.
There´s another photo.
Off the record.
Okay.
The picture of Mrs. McKay -- never seen it before in my life.
Never even been to the house.
I never slept with her. She´s not even my type.
[ Sighs ]
After the coffee shop, I was out of it.
Took me to another club.
I blacked out.
Woke up next morning in the hotel.
And?
I go back to work Monday, the...
There´s an envelope in my locker with a photograph inside.
Okay.
Take your time.
Me -- Me and two young boys.
12 years old, they were.
Not much older than my son.
[ Sobs ]
They´re both naked.
One lad, he´s -- he´s doing things.
[ Crying ]
FRIEND: This time for the tape, Mr. Sutcliffe.
GARY: My credit card was refused at the casino last month.
They frog-marched me out.
Straight past Dennis at the blackjack table.
Turns out he was entertaining clients.
So, what happened?
Next week at work he asks me if everything´s okay.
He guesses I´ve got money troubles,
offers to help me out.
In return for murdering his wife.
Said she was always showing him up.
Danger to his reputation. He called her a bad investment.
Reckoned a divorce would cost him too much money.
Offered me 25 big ones instead.
So where´s the money now?
I didn´t take it.
Told him I wouldn´t kill her.
How did he react?
Moody at first.
Then he took it in his stride. Said it was a joke anyway.
Then the next week he comes up
with these two tickets to Amsterdam
like butter wouldn´t melt.
So, what happened in Amsterdam to make you change your mind?
I can´t remember.
Can you describe the events running up to the ***?
Dennis told me to phone her,
pretend I was some photographer looking to do a shoot.
Said to use one of the houses my firm was working on,
somewhere that couldn´t be linked to him.
Lenman Road.
Mrs. McKay thought she´d seen me somewhere before.
We went into the lounge.
She asked where my kit was.
I smacked her with a scaff bar I´d hid behind the door.
If you refused the money, why did you commit the ***?
Come on, Gary. For the benefit of the tape.
No comment.
Gov.
TSU confirms the photo´s been doctored
using a digital software package.
It´s good quality, though.
Industry standard rather than high-street stuff.
What about forensics?
McKay´s fingerprints aren´t on it.
There´s not enough hard evidence
for a conspiracy charge to stick.
We need Gary to make a formal statement --
about the goings-on in Amsterdam at the very least.
He knows it´s all gonna come out in court.
He insists he doesn´t want to put his family through it.
We need that photo of Gary and the rent boys.
At least we could do McKay for making and distributing.
He must have stored that image somewhere.
-Mr. McKay in? -No.
Sorry, this office is closed for the day.
Think of it as an extra day off.
All the computers, including hers.
What´s going on? Hell have you done to my door?!
Dennis McKay, I´m arresting you under suspicion
of conspiring to *** Natasha McKay.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention when questioned
something you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
-Do you understand? -There´s no need for the cuffs.
-Tough. -Move!
You claimed you´d never seen these photos.
That´s right.
We have intelligence that you bought all 34 copies
from your local newsagent´s.
Okay, I admit.
I have seen them.
I was embarrassed.
We were told you were a little bit more than embarrassed.
You were furious.
Natasha promised to stop the modeling when we got married.
She broke a trust.
Broke a trust or broke your rules?
What are you implying?
Are you a control freak, Mr. McKay?
I won´t be insulted.
All that money you earn --
Must be easy to assume that everyone can be bought.
Like Gary Sutcliffe.
You buy your wife too?
Showered her with gifts.
Working-class Tottenham girl
pursued by hotshot property developer.
Yeah, I´d be flattered as well.
Terry Sands said she did all the classy glamour shoots.
I must say she looks the part.
Tall, sophisticated.
Yeah, a real trophy.
She must have turned a few heads at business functions.
I didn´t take her to many.
No, she didn´t quite match up to expectations, did she?
She told too many rude jokes around the dinner table?
Bit of a bad investment?
No.
That´s how you referred to her
when you offered Gary Sutcliffe £25,000 to *** your wife.
You know and I know --
It´s his word against mine.
-What you got? -Company accounts.
McKay bought a software package for the firm
to cut down on costs.
A desktop publishing tool. Produces high-gloss brochures.
And also manipulates photos.
You recovered any files from the computers?
Not from any of the hard drives so far.
But we´re one down.
The company´s insurance documents have five listed.
But we´ve only found four.
I´m now showing Mr. McKay exhibit GH67.
Do you recognize that photograph?
I´ve never seen it before.
It´s Gary Sutcliffe´s sitting room.
Except it´s a fake.
It´s two photos made into one. Created on computer.
That´s very interesting.
Where´s your laptop, Mr. McKay?
It´s been stolen, I´m afraid.
-This afternoon. -Really?
-Ask, um... -[ Paper rustling ]
P.C. Wickford. Talbot Street station.
He attended the break-in to my car.
They smashed the side window.
Stolen from the front seat.
MacMANUS: How careless to leave it on show like that.
I´ll know for next time.
How the hell did he know?
His secretary must have phoned him.
You´ll inform me of the court hearing?
We can assign a family liaison officer if you´d like.
I don´t think that will be necessary.
Dennis.
Dennis, what can I say?
I´m so sorry.
-I´m so sorry. -It´s okay, Jenny.
Listen, you´re an innocent in all of this.
I´ll call you, see how you´re doing.
Mrs. Sutcliffe.
Can you give my husband something?
I´m afraid that´s not going to be possible.
Custody sergeant keeps hold of his possessions.
I had the bailiffs ´round today.
He owes so much money. What else don´t I know?
Here. Give this to him.
Or to the custody sergeant.
Or whoever. I don´t care.
MacMANUS: Jenny...
We have reason to believe
that your husband wasn´t having an affair.
He´s a murderer.
Yeah, but there are circumstances.
I´m not at liberty to say.
But he loves you. He loves you and Jack very much.
It´s too late for that.
Come on, Gary. Reconsider.
With our circumstantial evidence and your testimony,
we can at least drag McKay´s name through the courts.
We might even get lucky.
I´ve done enough damage.
I still love Jenny. Always will.
No statement.
-Good night. -Good night.
I know he´s a murderer, but it´s Gary I feel sorry for.
He´s lost everything.
Should have come clean about the gambling.
None of this would have happened.
They say that communication is the art of a good marriage.
You trying to give me advice?
Stewart doesn´t know that I know.
Do you know?
Go home and talk about it, Rosie.
He might just be working late.
[ Door opens ]
Drink? My round.
Gonna have an early night.
Okay. Rosie?
Yeah. Count me in.
Night.
See you.
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♫ There´s an empty shell ♫
♫ Now, sweet ♫
♫ Sweet bitter love ♫
♫ Why have you awakened ♫
♫ And then forsaken ♫
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