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All I can tell you is the victim has been identified
as the actress Amanda Delany.
I'm sorry. You didn't make commander.
What kept coming up
was that botched investigation into that Fitzpatrick character.
POWER: As from this morning, the *** inquiry will be led
by Detective Chief Superintendent Langton.
So he didn't get his promotion.
Amanda was promiscuous.
Do you know of anyone
who might have had a grievance against her?
One of her boyfriends or one of their wives.
I've got confirmation that these three actors,
Scott Myers, Rupert Mitchell, and Sean O'Dell,
all had an affair with our victim.
She was pregnant whilst filming "The Mansion."
No way was it mine.
But most importantly, there is a possibility
that she was writing some sort of autobiography.
You think she might have been
about to publish something inflammatory?
She told us that she was maybe gonna change her agent.
I haven't been paid anything for that movie.
The *** is stealing from me.
What was that?
Oh. There it is. It's the crucifix.
[ Gasping ]
I want to find out exactly who it was that stitched me up.
LEWIS: But not one of your old team would do that.
I intend to find out, Mike.
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[ Explosions, gunfire in distance ]
[ Gasps ] Help me. Help me.
[ Gunfire continues ]
[ Sobs ]
[ Helicopter approaching ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Beep ]
MAN: Cut!
[ Applause ]
[ Irish accent ] Fifth take.
She weighs a ton.
MAN: Save the flames just in case we go again.
Checking that.
-You're here about Amanda? -I am.
Here. Take a seat.
Couldn't believe it when I read about it.
Look, if there is anything I can think of
that will be of any help, I'm ready.
I loved her to pieces.
Where were you the night she was killed, Mr. O'Dell?
Oh. I was here filming.
Everybody here can vouch for that.
I-I haven't seen her in a while.
I suppose you know we'd split up.
I mean, we were an item.
According to the press, we were about to get married,
which was total ***.
It was sex, and that was it.
Did you know that shortly after working with you
on "The Mansion," she had an abortion?
That's the first I've heard of it.
Could the baby have been yours?
Mine? No way.
I'm a good Catholic boy, and I'm against abortion.
[ Sniffs ]
Did you, uh, ever own a crucifix or seen one like that?
No.
Look at the photo, please.
It was used in your movie.
Wait, wait, wait.
It was a while ago.
We might have used it in the "The Mansion."
I don't exactly remember if that was the same one.
What was done to her?
She was stabbed multiple times.
Jesus.
She didn't deserve that.
She had a toy rabbit. Do you ever recall seeing it?
Yeah.
Horrible thing. Bald with floppy ears.
She used to keep her skunk inside it.
Well, it's missing.
Did you ever own a key to her mews house?
No.
What do you think, I went in there and nicked her rabbit?
She left you, didn't she, for Rupert Mitchell?
Yeah. [ Chuckles ]
I introduced her to him.
We were out clubbing, and he was there with his wife.
Did that make you jealous?
What I didn't like was the press
crawling all over me like a rash.
Didn't make any difference to me.
Besides, I'd already met my new girlfriend.
French actress.
Oh. Looks like I'm needed.
Right.
Well, thanks very much for your time, Mr. O'Dell.
Yeah. Been a pleasure.
Thanks.
Just leave it, will you?
Hurts like hell.
Morning.
I'm Detective Chief Superintendent James Langton.
I'd like to ask you a few questions if I may.
Did you ever go to Ms. Delany's mews house?
No.
So, this intimate relationship --
Where did it take place?
I booked a hotel.
Were you aware that Amanda had been pregnant?
-Pregnant? -Yes.
She had an abortion
shortly after she finished filming "The Mansion."
Well, I guess that leaves me off the paternity suit.
[ Horn honks in distance ]
I'm sorry.
We never really began seeing each other
till that movie was over.
Sorry to interrupt.
[ American accent ] Darling, your driver's here.
Honey, this is Detective Chief Superintendent...
James Langton.
RUPERT: My wife, Helen.
If you'll excuse me.
Uh, Mr. Mitchell, at your convenience,
we will require your DNA and fingerprints
for elimination purposes.
The night that Amanda Delany was killed, your husband --
Didn't get home until midnight.
I made him a snack and went to bed.
Did you ever meet Ms. Delany?
It was rather public knowledge they were seeing each other,
but I never met her.
The press were constantly outside our house.
I'm certain they were tipped off by her.
They seemed to know exactly what time Rupert would be at home.
Did you ever go to her mews house?
I just said I never met her.
I never go to the film set.
She made my life hell when I really need it to be calm.
The stress almost gave me a nervous breakdown.
[ Sighs ]
Did Amanda ever mention to you that she was writing a book?
What on earth would Amanda be writing a book about?
An autobiography.
Perhaps naming the father of the child she aborted.
[ Cellphone beeping ]
Mr. James.
Yeah.
The night that Amanda Delany was kill--
I've already given a statement.
I took Ms. Delany home around 10:00,
returned back to the film set,
waited for Mr. Mitchell to be released,
then brought him back here just after midnight.
That's very succinct.
Thank you.
I'm so scared.
Why did he do it?
He was just completely out of it.
You know he had trouble getting it up.
Probably sold the *** computer to get his gear.
And you have got to promise me to stay straight.
We're gonna make a shedload of money,
but not till after the funeral.
But when will we know we can bury him?
Not Dan, you idiot.
Amanda's funeral.
Got to learn my poem for it.
Hey. Where have you hidden it?
It's safe.
But what if he comes back for it?
Well, I've got enough on him to make him *** himself.
Won't dare. Done a runner.
Gone to Amsterdam.
[ Knock on door ]
LEWIS: Hello there. Is Jeannie in?
It's detectives. For you.
Hello again, Jeannie. This is D.S. Paul Barolli.
Do you want to take us through what happened to Dan?
Yeah. Okay.
We didn't get back till early in the morning.
We knocked on his bedroom door, but he wouldn't answer.
And we pushed the door, and it felt really heavy.
Then we found him.
Needle still sticking out of his arm.
Ohh, it was terrible.
Called an ambulance straightaway.
He'd left the party early, but we just thought
he wasn't in the mood, know what I mean?
A bit depressed about Amanda and that.
I mean, he was on methadone.
Hadn't touched *** for months.
Why he did this to himself -- He loved her. We all did.
And finding the rent now -- I don't know.
Where's the computer gone?
I think he must have flogged it to get the gear.
Yeah. That's right.
Was it expensive?
Oh, Amanda bought it for Dan. They like playing games.
[ Electronic boinging ]
[ Giggles ]
Ho ho! Oh, the crowd goes wild.
Yeah, all right.
This can be your prize.
Well, they did.
[ Telephones ringing ]
Sean O'Dell is off the hook.
The whole unit can confirm it.
Same with Rupert Mitchell.
His driver was very keen to let me know
that Mitchell was home by midnight.
And so all three of them have alibis.
Helen Mitchell is a very attractive woman.
What the hell would he see in Amanda Delany?
-Would you like me to tell you? -No.
Sex combined with a needy personality.
I know a few men whose lives
have been screwed up because of that.
So, what do you like, then?
Drunk or sober?
One toasted chicken-and-bacon sandwich, no tomatoes.
-Do you need anything else? -No, thanks, Barbara.
I'll get my own lunch. Thanks.
Gov, re the references to Amanda Delany's accusations
about being ripped off --
I've contacted her agent, Ms. Lesser,
and asked for account details.
She has power of attorney.
Do we have any idea how much Amanda was worth?
A lot. £250,000 in a Coutts bank account, for starters.
What, at the age of 24?
We're in the wrong business, Joan.
Has anybody managed to make contact with the publishers?
Uh, not yet, but a Josh Lyons has come up on Amanda's iPad.
Golden Arrow is his publishing company,
but we're having trouble tracking him down.
It's not the only thing we're having trouble tracking down.
The bloody CCTV footage from the mews.
-Where the hell is Paul? -At the victim's mews now.
Oh, right.
Barbara, can you get me Amanda's iPad
and a cup of coffee, please?
Thank you.
Oh, uh, can somebody clear Sam Power's medals, whatever,
out of that office so I can use it?
Thank you.
Good news or the bad news?
Dan Hutchins was pumped full of ***.
Looked self-inflicted. Needle still in his vein.
Couldn't find any gear, though. Bit odd.
And the computer's missing.
Two girls reckoned that Dan sold the computer
to buy the drugs.
Both looked off their head, though, didn't they?
-Wait, is this the good news? -LEWIS: No.
They found this by his side.
Mike, we really got to get a search warrant for this place.
All right. Well, you two go grab lunch.
I'm gonna show this to the boss.
No, no. I'll take it.
Got a few things to check out.
Mike brought this in.
Dan Hutchins had an identical crucifix.
Joan's contacting the costume designer.
How many bloody crucifixes did they have in that film?
Hopefully just the two.
Better not lose this -- Travis' accelerated-promotion form.
-Accelerated promotion? -Yeah, fast track.
She'll be reviewed by all the bigwigs.
Which ones?
I'm not sure, but I do know that Deputy Commissioner Walters
is overseeing the panel.
Well, that's...
...interesting.
-Joan? -Yeah?
-Has he been at my desk? -Uh, yeah.
Andrea Lesser is in interview one.
And we finally got through to the publishing company.
Josh Lyon's PA expects him in this afternoon.
Who's taking the interview?
-Lewis is, with Langton. -Great.
All my papers are mixed up.
Where's Barolli?
Back at the victim's mews, poor love.
Still trying to get access to the CCTV footage
from the Russians.
Langton keeps on having a go at him.
Have you seen Ms. Delany's will?
Yes, I have.
We need to know who the beneficiaries are.
I suggested she use
the solicitors Marchbank and Crawley
since they have done a considerable amount of work
for certain clients of mine.
Amanda, I have to say,
was in the habit of changing certain bequests,
but I've had no reason to discuss any alterations with her
over the past three months.
We also require details of Ms. Delany's finances
over the past six months.
You will find that all of her accounts are in excellent order.
Up to date on all her tax and VAT payments.
Can you explain to us how money paid to Ms. Delany reaches you?
The film companies would pay the fee to my agency.
I would deduct my commission and then forward her payment.
So all monies paid to Ms. Delany are first paid to you?
You have to understand
that there are always delays with payments
and collecting artists' residuals.
When I rang the film company,
they assured me that the payment was on its way.
What she insinuated was wrong and deeply insulting.
Which was what exactly?
That there was money missing.
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
She's a bloody liar.
Excuse me. My space.
Could you move your car immediately?
Are you Josh Lyons?
[ Groans ] Look, I have --
I'm D.I. Anna Travis.
I'm investigating the *** of Amanda Delany.
***. Sorry.
Look, you can park there. I'll be with you immediately.
I first met her at a nightclub.
It was a new club called Soho Vice.
Predominantly gay after 11:00. That's not to say that I am.
They just have a great cabaret floor show
and stunning waiters stripped to the waist,
plus some rather tacky topless waitresses
that work mostly VIP room.
-I gave her my card. -I'm sorry -- When was this?
Couple of months ago.
You know, she was a real star. In the press every few minutes.
I don't offer deals lightly.
She was with that actor, Sean O'Dell.
I think he had enough up his nose.
In fact, he was quite rude.
Told me to *** off. Unbelievable.
She came here to your office?
No, we went to Le Caprice for lunch.
What I said to her was that we needed to know
that she would be able to come up with the goods.
Know what I mean?
We were about to draw up a contract.
Oh, God, can you imagine what that would be worth to us now?
Sorry, that does sound terrible, but, well...
Who else knew that she was writing this book for you?
She didn't want anyone to know. Especially not her agent.
We often keep authors' names under wraps,
but she was very insistent upon it.
And when was the last time you saw her?
A couple of weeks later. We met at her old flat.
She didn't want to come to the office,
and, well, I wasn't prepared to pay for another lunch.
Got it all in here. I write in it every day.
See?
And I've got poetry as well. I want that in it too.
I am going to be totally honest.
We're not that interested in the poetry, darling.
Like I said before, what we need is material
that makes it worth my while to give you a publishing deal.
Now, don't worry about upsetting anyone, sweetheart.
You just leave that to the lawyers.
You want big money, then give me the goods.
Understand me?
You'll get them. I promise.
A lot of people deserve payback time.
I'll get a chapter written and send it over to you.
But you know my stipulations.
No one's to know about this, or it's over, all right?
Listen, sweetheart, the element of surprise
is what we make big sales with.
But you'll have to agree
to promotional interviews on publication.
When this comes out, I'll have to go into hiding.
I'll have to change my name.
You want me to name names?
You're gonna get them. A shedload.
But I want big money. No less than half a million.
[ Dishes clatter ]
Do you want one?
I thought I told you to stay out this afternoon.
Sorry. Overslept.
You're certain that she had
this five-year diary in her possession
the last time you saw her?
Oh, yes. She hugged it to her.
It had a pink leather cover. Thick, like this.
Place was squalid.
Hard to believe that with all that money and fame
that she ever lived there.
Not to speak ill of the poor girl,
but what she showed me was not worth publishing.
To be totally honest, I doubted she'd ever deliver.
You, uh, never went to her mews house, did you?
No!
She did ring me that evening,
accusing me of stealing her diary.
She was rather hyper.
I told her she'd probably left it in the flat.
Never saw her again.
[ Doorbell rings ]
Get you out of bed, did I?
Have I done something I shouldn't have?
No.
Just wanted to see how it went with the publishing company.
Um, my dad used to do that.
Yeah. I remember.
So...
How was it?
Well, I didn't get back till late.
I've typed up the report, ready for the morning.
Amanda was hoping for a deal and for a lot of money.
But I doubt, from what Mr. Lyons said,
that it was ever gonna come off.
He didn't think that she was capable.
But he was positive about a five-year diary.
He described it having a pink leather cover,
but it wasn't found at the mews.
So that's another personal item that's gone missing.
Mr. Lyons thinks that she could have left it
at the basement flat.
I've suggested that we get a warrant for that place.
Well, follow it through.
Got any ice?
Sure.
Thanks.
[ Freezer door opens ]
[ Ice clinking ]
[ Freezer door closes ]
Have you got any crisps?
Yes.
[ Sighs ]
Thanks.
[ Liquor pouring ]
How well do you know Deputy Commissioner Michael Walters?
Well, I know who he is, obviously.
And when did you two discuss the fiasco of the Fitzpatrick case?
What?
I didn't want it to be you, of all people.
Wait, y-you think that I --
Scuppered my promotion? Yes, I do.
The question is, why did you do it?
You're so ambitious to get your own?
I know that you've been fast-tracked.
Is that what you were doing going through my desk?
No, I was just eating my lunch
without having Sam Power's athletic prowess
shoved down my throat,
with all his bloody plaques and cups.
So I used your desk.
You think I'd sift through your bloody homework?
You think that I spoke to Walters
about the Fitzpatrick case?
You really think that I would do that?
Especially after all your warnings?
You said to me that anybody involved in that case,
that they could lose their career.
You told me to bury it. Remember?
So I buried it.
And then you sent me out on all these mindless cases,
anything that you're not working on.
You completely keep your distance from me.
I hardly saw you. I thought you blamed me.
Look, I was the superintendent, Anna.
-Any blame -- -Well, what about Lewis?
Or Barolli? Or Joan?
I mean, we were all there.
Is everyone under suspicion, or is it just me?
I need to know, Anna.
You have no idea how much I care about you.
That you could even think that...
Well, maybe you've no idea
what it means to me to lose this promotion.
Now, I am not and never have been
a fast-tracked officer with a university degree behind him.
I came up the hard way, from uniform to detective.
25 bloody years.
And that title of commander -- let alone the money --
I wanted.
You think Sam Power has done half as much?
I've devoted my entire *** life to the Met.
And then be kicked in the *** at the final hurdle,
it ju-- It hurts.
And do you know why?
Because it's probably my last chance.
I'm tired.
I deserved that promotion. It should have been mine.
Well, surely you'll get it next time, if you were this close.
Well, apparently that depends
on getting a fast result on this case.
And that's beginning to look like it's not going to happen.
No.
There's nobody else who can do this job better than you
in the whole of the Met.
I'm sorry I suspected you.
Especially you.
I'll see you in the morning.
Paul, I really think that we need to get a warrant
for the girl's apartment.
-Has Mike said anything to you? -Yeah, yeah.
But Langton came in like a man possessed this morning,
and I've got my hands full.
I've got Mr. Delany in reception
refusing to take part in a TV press appeal.
He won't give me permission to use a similar soft toy rabbit,
uh, diary mock-ups.
I've got the press calling nonstop.
I-I've got nobody to clear out Sam's office,
which -- which Langton wants done straightaway.
I've got to put pressure on Andrea Lesser
for the *** victim's contracts.
She's sidestepping 'cause Amanda's funeral this afternoon.
And -- And I'm getting blasted
because I haven't got the CCTV footage
from the victim's mews,
which -- which I've been on every day.
I mean, come on! They're Russian!
Come on, Paul.
I'll talk to Mr. Delany with you.
Thanks.
It's been bad enough for my wife and I
to have our daughter's private life raked over yet again.
Bad enough when she was alive.
If you have to resort to this crass media coverage,
then why don't you just admit
this investigation is making no progress?
We have found that these programs,
contrary to your suggestions, have proved very valuable.
When? Tell me.
When have you ever had a victim as well known as my daughter?
Not recently.
But by asking the public's assistance,
we have in the past gained valuable information.
Mr. Delany, there are missing items from your daughter's mews.
The soft toy rabbit, the mobile phone, the diary.
Then why aren't you out there finding them?
We're endeavoring to do so.
By showing similar items on live TV,
may give us the information that we need.
It's possible the killer may have taken them with him,
but someone may have seen them.
Rubbish.
I refuse to let my daughter's death be exploited
so the great British public can gloat over her ***.
The press are already digging up disgusting stories
about her promiscuity.
Did you care about your daughter, Mr. Delany?
I beg your pardon?
If her personal life was such a disappointment to you.
How dare you?
If you did care, wouldn't you try to find out why
she was so hell bent on destroying herself?
You have no idea what we have been forced to endure.
And you have no right whatsoever to suggest
that my wife and I were lacking in affection for our daughter.
Why was she so scared to sleep?
Why was she terrified of the dark?
We're not the press.
Okay? We are not the paparazzi.
We're not hounding you.
We're trying to find out who killed your daughter.
Why are you refusing to assist us?
Refusing to assist you?
You're detectives! You're paid to investigate!
We've come from France to bury Amanda.
My wife and I wanted a quiet private ceremony,
not to be part of a media circus!
You should be ashamed of yourself.
It's like chalk and cheese compared to my father.
My daddy loved me no matter what I did,
but he abandoned her.
I don't blame you. But you were pretty *** him.
Yeah, I haven't finished with him yet.
[ Cellphone beeping ]
Yes!
FAUKLAND: What?
Success with the Russians.
God help us. There's a vanload of boxes.
Hundreds of them.
Bloody hell.
Not one of them is dated.
Copy them. Share them out. Find the ones we need.
The funeral's kicking off in a minute.
We have it covered. This is important.
[ Press shouting indistinctly ]
Forensics.
They have a DNA match on the sample found on the crucifix.
Sean O'Dell?
Yeah.
[ Shouting continues ]
BAROLLI: There's more.
A further two DNA matches on the *** stains from the bed linen.
Sean O'Dell again and Scott Myers.
LANGTON: Lying little ***.
[ Bell tolling ]
ANDREA: Little did any of us who loved her so dearly
know that in such a short time her life would be taken.
She will forever be in my mind.
And now I would like you to listen
to a recording Amanda made of her favorite poem.
AMANDA: I am the green grass.
I am the blond hair caught between your fingers.
I am the light in your eyes when you look at me.
I am the light gone out of your eyes
when you look away.
Don't look away.
-I like you. -[ Sniffles ]
See? I'm smiling.
Don't go away. Stay.
You want to stay, don't you?
BAROLLI: And this is from the night of the ***.
Hold it there.
-BAROLLI: You recognize her? -LANGTON: Damn right I do.
That's Helen Mitchell. Rupert Mitchell's wife.
Fast-forward.
And there she is leaving.
20 minutes later.
That's time enough.
Paul's here to nick Helen Mitchell.
What?
What's going on?
Mrs. Mitchell. Lying through her teeth.
We've got her on CCTV footage at the mews.
Mrs. Mitchell, will you please agree
to come with me to the station?
Why? We've been as accommodating as possible.
Your wife is a suspect in the Amanda Delany ***.
Please come with me now.
Be all the more embarrassing if I have to cuff you here.
SEAN: Hey, have you got any gear?
I need some speed.
We're doing night shoots all week,
and I have to go straight from here to the film set.
HARRY: I don't know what you're on about, Mr. O'Dell.
It's not my scene.
But you were Amanda's driver, weren't you?
Poured us into the car on a number of occasions.
This is her funeral.
Show some respect.
On your way. There's a good boy.
Everything all right?
Yeah.
Yeah, it was just a problem with a car.
Actors, you know?
Have you been shooting up behind that tombstone?
Hmm?
Do you know that cow of an agent has invited everyone
back to the Delany's hotel for drinks?
Apart from us.
I should really give her a piece of my mind.
***.
I just caught Harry ticking off O'Dell.
There's something about those brothers.
TRAVIS: Yeah, I agree, but they've both got alibis.
-LEWIS: We run checks on them? -Both. No previous.
What can those two be talking about?
Why don't you go *** yourself?!
Stuck-up ***. I know all about you.
It's all a sham.
What, you steal enough money to pay for all this, did you?
About time you left, young lady.
Get off me. I know all about you.
And your brother.
What are you talking about my brother for?
-FELICITY: Because I know. -You know what? Where is he?
Do you know how much Amanda hated you?
She knew what you were doing. She told me.
I can't believe you're showing your face!
-There's police officers here! -FELICITY: Get off me!
[ Indistinct shouting ]
He's assaulting me! He's assaulting me!
Let her go! Let her go! Now.
Killed my friend! Get off!
JEANNIE: Should be arresting him!
[ Speaking indistinctly ]
Mr. James?
Both of you. Can I ask you some questions, please?
You know those two girls? Amanda's flatmates.
Well, I drove Amanda a few times when she lived with them, yeah.
Did Amanda ever use you to drive her privately?
Well, we both did, didn't we?
Yeah, sometimes if there was a premiere, she'd call one of us.
What about any other drivers that she may have used?
-No, I don't know any. -No.
Look, excuse me. I got to get my car ready.
You seemed very upset in the church.
I was upset.
It was the straw coffin.
And knowing that she was inside it.
It did upset me, yeah.
What about your brother?
Listen, miss, we just do our job.
No more, no less.
I'll call your father.
If you need representation, he'll get you the best.
I don't want him told.
God, they took photographs of us.
[ Siren wails ]
[ Cellphone beeping ]
Lester.
I don't know where you are, mate.
But you're gonna have to get in touch with us.
You got to talk to me.
I know what this must be doing to you,
but it doesn't make you look good.
Do you understand?
Now, you know that me and Tony, we...
-***. -[ Cellphone beeping ]
[ Keys jingle ]
This was recorded the night of Amanda Delany's ***.
Why did you lie to me?
I swear she was alive when I left.
I don't believe you're a murderer, Mrs. Mitchell,
but I need to know why you were there.
I went to ask her to leave him alone.
Just sit down for a minute.
Do you want a coffee or something?
400? That's more than last time.
Can you get me some of that other gear?
I've got night shoots for a week, and I can't sleep.
MAN: I told you I can't keep getting you stuff.
It's every week now. What if someone sees me?
Go out and come back the same way, for ***'s sake.
What do you want, Mrs. Mitchell?
For you to leave us alone.
I know you keep on calling Rupert,
and I also know he doesn't want to see you.
Well, that's hard.
We're on set every day. I can't help but see him.
We're playing husband and wife.
This is a very difficult time for me.
I'm having fertility treatment,
and this stress over you and Rupert is really unacceptable.
I can't have kids.
You might want to tell him he should be nicer to me on set.
He doesn't know I've come here.
I don't want him to be told.
I just want you to leave him alone.
Please.
Okay. Whatever.
Can you describe the man she was talking to?
Not really. I only saw a glimpse of him.
Uh, blond hair, suit.
But I didn't really see his face.
Is there anything else? Anything at all?
I remember she said something
about him leaving the way he came in.
I'm so sorry.
We've been through all the footage.
Whoever it was had to have come over the roof.
So we've got three men
who could have been in the house that night, right?
Two actors, possible drug dealer.
Chase it up.
That one.
You should do your *** job right.
I'm sorry for sounding off. My head's cracking open.
Too much to drink at the funeral.
Have a seat.
You are far too attractive to be a detective.
Do you ever think of switching careers?
Do you know how close you are to being locked up, Mr. O'Dell?
We found evidence that shows
that you were in Amanda Delany's bed before she was killed.
You told me you hadn't seen her.
Look, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
I admit I lied.
We were with her the night before she was murdered.
She made these frantic calls. She wanted to see us.
Us. That's me and Scott.
But she got this stash of gear, and we got wiped out.
-Where did she get it from? -I don't know.
What about that?
***. Yeah. Truth was, I was wearing it.
We both got one from that movie.
Amanda was messing around, filming us on her phone.
Scott, I can't believe you're agreeing to it.
-[ Laughs ] -Don't give in to her, man.
Don't give in to what?
SEAN: [ Grunts ]
Yes, that's what I wanted. [ Laughs ]
She would, too, Scott.
-[ Laughs ] -She would.
What's that?
SEAN: That's when she said that I'd taken her crucifix.
But it was mine.
AMANDA: You ***. You stole this.
-SEAN: No, I didn't. -Yeah, you did.
No. I was given one as well, you remember?
AMANDA: No. This one's mine.
-Give it to me. -No, this one's mine, Amanda.
Give it to me.
-Amanda, are you serious? -No --
-Amanda, you're gonna break it. -I want it.
-Give it to me. -Amanda, let it *** go.
You're hurting me *** -- Ah! Jesus Christ.
[ Laughing ] What are you doing?
-*** brat. -Hurt my hand.
She bust the chain.
LANGTON: How did you get in?
Over the roof.
Did you leave the same way?
Yes. Her driver was waiting for us.
She didn't want us to leave.
She hated being on her own at night.
She'd freak out if she heard the slightest noise, you know?
It was all in her head. I mean, she was paranoid.
Describe the driver.
Blond guy. I don't know.
You only see the back of their heads.
Look, I was sick, so we had to stop for me to throw up.
He had dropped off Sean first.
I sort of passed out.
I don't hardly remember getting home.
Why did you lie to us?
Because she was murdered.
We talked about it, and we just decided to keep quiet.
Having a threesome and going off our heads on drugs --
The press would have had a field day.
Who was her dealer?
I don't know.
Look, we only went 'round there
because she kept calling us about this problem she had
with her agent and money.
I have two witnesses who know where I was the following night.
Travis questioned O'Dell. He corroborates Scott's story.
They were together.
You can go.
I really am sorry for wasting your time.
-Just when we heard about -- -Get out.
Turn right at the end of the corridor.
I hate those *** people.
So we have a driver and a dealer,
neither of whom can be identified.
Do you think it might be the same person?
Helen Mitchell mentioned a blond guy in a suit.
Myers just talked about a blond.
Something was definitely going down
between Harry James and O'Dell at the funeral.
What was that about? Was he scoring drugs?
He told O'Dell that drugs weren't his scene.
But Felicity Turner is a user,
and somebody supplied enough junk
to Dan Hutchins to top himself.
All right.
Bring the girls in first thing in the morning,
and, uh, find the supplier.
If we've got a killer
that's knocking off the kids from the flat, she'll be next.
The Fitzpatrick situation. I didn't discuss it with anyone.
I'm off the hook.
Wasn't even on the investigation.
Maybe he thinks it was me that grassed him up.
Any more lies, right,
any more forgotten ***, you'll both be charged
with perverting the course of justice.
You want to screw me? What are you doing?
St. George's Hospital. Now!
About your promotion --
I'm not prepared to sign your papers.
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