Cry Me a River New Tricks

# It's all right It's OK

# Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey

# It's all right I say it's OK

# Listen to what I say

# It's all right, doing fine

# Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine

# It's all right I say it's OK

# We're gettin' to the end of the day. #

This programme contains some scenes of a sexual nature

-So what's his name?

-Dan Griffin.

No, never heard of him. Where's he from?

-Near London somewhere.

-"Near London"?

-Sussex, no, Surrey.

-How old is he?

-Eh, 52.

-52?!

Yeah, he's only just retired, but he's been with the Met 30 years.

I like him.

-You like Marmite.

-I like Marmite.

But why are we meeting him in Soho?

I thought he might as well get stuck straight in.

And the murder case Strickland wants to brief us on took place here.

What - battered to death with an almond croissant?

Grow up.

-The new guy, Griffin, is he meeting us here?

-Yes, at nine.

-You definitely told Griffin nine?

-That's what your office told me.

Yeah, well, we can't wait any longer.

-Thank you, bye-bye.

-Ciao.

-Wow. Million, million and a half?

-And the rest.

-I know this room. I must have been here sometime before.

-Yeah, in your dreams.

Well, 20 years ago a businessman named James Hockney was found

battered to death right here.

He was involved with a jazz singer called Angela Gold.

She always denied being here on the night but Hockney had had sex

and Gold's DNA was all over the place.

Plus, a letter she wrote was found on the body.

And although the murder weapon was never found,

it looked like an open and shut case.

Except Gold's QC was Margaret Atcheson.

-Oh, bloody hell!

-Yes, quite. Gold got off.

The Murder Squad were furious. They knew she'd done it.

So what are we doing here?

Ten days ago, James Hockney's daughter Sara came forward

with what she claims is new evidence.

Sara was born seven months after James Hockney died.

But recently she had her DNA tested and compared to her father's.

The results prove that James Hockney was not her real father.

Sara confronted her mother, who told her it was rubbish.

Next thing we know, Sara comes in and says that she thinks

her mother was involved in her non-dad's murder.

So, we're reopening a cast-iron murder case...

because of a dippy bird who doesn't like her mum?

No, we're reopening the case because we re-tested

the original DNA sample and it turns out Sara was right.

James Hockney's not her real father. Which means...

That her mum was having an affair at the time he was murdered.

So she's not the victim's wife any more - she's our prime suspect.

The Murder Squad are less than delighted.

Not least because Sara's threatened to go to the papers.

-The papers?

-This case is notorious for another reason.

-James Hockney was married to a Jane Harlow.

-Oh!

Jane Harlow?! Jane and Jim?

That wasn't James Hockney down there,

that was Gentleman Jim Hockney.

SEXUAL MOANS

-She's amazing, isn't she?

-Amazingly noisy.

And that's Jim, yeah?

Yeah. Not being much of a gentleman there, is he?

"The Rodfather, Last Bango in Paris, The Schlong Good Friday."

I've got one that Jane isn't in. There's this other fantastic bird...

Gerry, how many have you got?

Five, six... 17.

-From when you were in Vice?

-They just got passed around.

Until they got to you, you mean.

Look, Jane Harlow - a living legend.

Yeah, I can see why.

MOANING INTENSIFIES

-Good afternoon.

-Dan.

-Some sort of bonding session?

-Evidence. Where have you been?

Where the DAC's office told me to be.

-Wrong place, wrong time.

-Strickland's office.

Dan Griffin, this is Gerry Standing and Steve McAndrew.

-Hello, mate.

-Hi.

-Good one.

-Sorry about the mix-up.

-Not at all. Par for the course.

Uh, we were just watching...

Jane Harlow, '80s porn star. Married to Gentleman Jim Hockney.

Which was very smart of him,

given how women are the big earners in porn.

Yeah, happy days. Allegedly.

And smart enough to realise it wasn't going to last.

Well, the internet comes along and you've got 18-year-old college girls

and 60-year-old grannies doing it for nothing.

-Hockney got out just in time.

-And into nightclubs and pubs.

Fruit machines. That's where the big money was.

Ended up cornering the London market. Very astute.

-Until he got murdered.

-Mmm. "Frailty, thy name is woman", eh?

Angela Gold. I presume that's who you're looking at?

-You know a bit about the case then?

-Yes, I started as a beat officer in Soho.

Yeah, me too! Good old '70s.

Before my time.

Angela Gold. Yeah, I remember.

Singer. Murder Squad had her signed and sealed...and then she walked.

-So did her career.

-PHONE RINGS

She had a record deal all lined up.

Live gigs start to dry up, her manager dumps her and that's that.

McAndrew.

So why's the case been reopened?

Jim Hockney's daughter, Sara, thinks her mother

might have something to do with her father's death.

I'll let her know, thank you.

Talk of the devil. Sara Hockney's upstairs.

Oh, good, I asked her to come in.

Dan, Steve will fill you in on the case and show you around.

And after that you might as well pitch right in.

Gerry, I'll see you in the interview room.

Don't you wear those out!

All my life I knew things weren't right.

-That's why I had the DNA tests done.

-Sara, all the tests mean...

Why else would she send me away to school?

You've no idea what it was like.

Every day some bitch saying, "Your mum's a whore, your dad's a freak."

I mean...porn stars for God's sake!

She put me there because every time

she looked at me I reminded her of what she'd done.

Her and her lover.

Look, just because your mother was pregnant by someone else

-doesn't automatically mean...

-That she was a murderer?

No? She was unfaithful. And she lied. Why?

Jim wasn't exactly faithful either.

Yeah, but he didn't kill her, did he?

You know who I want to talk to?

That Angela Gold.

I'd love to see what she says, I bet she knows the real story.

No. Please don't do that.

-SHE SIGHS

-You're just like my mother.

You don't want the truth to come out, do you?

-Sara...

-What she did is wrong!

I don't want to talk to you again

until you've got something worth talking about.

We better get Steve and the new boy to try and find Angela Gold.

I don't want her crashing in on her first.

Let's go and talk to Jane Harlow.

I'm sorry Sara has dragged all this up.

It's very selfish of her. But then, that's my fault.

I only wanted the best for her, but doing that I spoiled her.

1993 may be a long time ago, but the memories are still raw.

Jane, you failed to disclose the fact that you were having

an affair at the time your husband was killed.

I was at a party the night Jim died.

I'll never forget the police coming in to tell me he'd been...found.

One of them was very solicitous, very kind.

And then he asked me for my autograph.

Jane, could you tell me who Sara's real father is?

I'm sorry, but have we met before?

Me? Oh, no. Sadly not, and I would definitely remember.

Sara's real father. Who is he?

I don't know. There were...several men.

Lots.

In fact, lots and lots.

OK. How about a list of names?

-I don't have their names.

-What, none of them? Please(!)

No. I'm sorry.

Jane. I think you're lying.

And that leads me to believe that what Sara is claiming

has something going for it.

I want those names. Understood?

I think all the bloods and tissues are going to the labs.

Some of this can go too.

See if they can pick up stuff they wouldn't have found back then.

What's with the bag, by the way? What do you play?

Oh, just my swimming gear. I do a couple of miles each morning.

Two miles?! So what made you apply to UCOS?

I don't know. Couldn't get used to all that time on my hands.

-I needed to get out the house.

-Out from under the wife, eh?

"Disc copy demo." Museum piece.

Nice to see a bit of vinyl.

WOMAN'S VOICE SINGS "CRY ME A RIVER"

-Wow!

-Blimey!

What a voice!

It was in the evidence box.

A special pressing Jim Hockney had made.

-Have we got an address for her yet?

-No, she seems to have vanished.

Angela Gold. Singer, but then - murder trial.

Popular victim, sounds like zero career prospects to me.

-I reckon she's adopted a pseudonym.

-Or changed her name.

-Can we get a copy of this?

-Sure, I can burn us all a CD. Oh.

Look, um... "Piano arranged and performed by Simon Pennyman.

"Angela Gold is represented by Golden Artists."

Simon Pennyman was Angela's regular pianist,

so...maybe they kept in touch.

Golden is Kevin Ellison, used to manage a lot of jazz musicians.

How do you know that?

I know a bit about jazz.

Well, she might be a murderer, but she could certainly sing.

Angela Gold? Don't talk to me about Angela Gold.

That might be slightly problematic,

given it's the sole reason we're here.

You're obviously still very annoyed.

I wasted a lot of time and money on that woman.

How long and how much exactly?

More than you'll ever earn.

Musicians, studio hire, backing singers.

And what does she do?

Throws it all away by knocking off a porn star.

Porn star maybe, but a gentleman. Gentleman Jim Hockney.

-You knew him?

-Everybody did. Soho legend.

Charming, elegant. A delight.

Did Angela think so?

Up until she killed him.

-You're pretty sure she did kill him then?

-I know she did.

I sat through half the trial, in the end I had to stop going.

-It was too painful.

-Financially?

Temperamentally! She's why I got out of jazz.

Opera divas may be a pain in the arse

but they don't go off their nut in the Old Bailey.

Do you mind if I just recheck with you, Mr Ellison,

where you were the night Jim died?

You saying you think I'm a suspect?! You can't be serious?

Hang on, I'll check. Yes, she's serious.

Park Lane Hilton. I told your people this.

Big awards do.

The "Big Awards do"? No, don't know that one.

And afterwards you dropped Angela? You stopped being her manager.

Manage what? She was dead in the water.

It was over. Finished.

-And you've never seen her since?

-Not in 20 years.

For which I am eternally grateful.

Do you have any idea where she might be?

We can't seem to locate her.

-Ask me if I'm bothered.

-Are you bothered?

Is he on drugs?

-Nice man.

-I thought so.

You started it.

I do understand though.

-She must have cost him a lot of dosh.

-Nothing to do with money.

Angela was an attractive girl and I think he tried it on with her.

But never mind she was getting it on with an ex-porn star

who could manage it ten times a night,

she'd rather shag mud than Kevin Ellison.

Of course, that's only my opinion.

Anyway, now we've got to go and see Colin, Jim Hockney's brother.

Also his accountant.

No, I can't, I'm afraid, I'm off.

We don't generally stick to a nine to five, you know.

I do. It's in my contract.

-Simon Pennyman?

-Yes.

Gerry Standing, Steve McAndrew. Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.

-Look, I'm very busy.

-So are we. All day.

Just give me a minute.

Can't hear the traffic at all in here, can you?

-You can't. Well, it would be pointless if you could.

-That's true.

This is sound-proofing, isn't it? Spongy stuff...

Oh, have a look! Ian Anderson from Jethro Tull!

-Fantastic, of course it is. Do you know him?!

-I didn't know

-he played guitar?

-Do you remember he played the flute?

All right. ALL RIGHT! I give in!

Ask me what you need to ask and then just go!

Angela Gold, where is she?

-Haven't seen her for ages.

-But you have seen her?

-I used to. Occasionally.

-Got an address?

No. After the trial, her life went into meltdown.

I used to help her out with bits of session work,

but I don't think seeing me was really helpful.

Reopening the case might be helpful.

Do me a favour. You don't give a monkey's about Angela.

-Whoa, whoa! Listen, mate...

-No, you listen, mate!

Angela was a great woman with a fabulous voice...

She just happened to batter somebody to death.

So the jury didn't find her innocent then?

Most people thought she was lucky to get off.

Most people never knew her. Or him.

Not a great fan of Gentleman Jim's then?

All smarm and charm. Angela fell for it, but I never did.

-But you did know him then?

-No, I never knew him.

He came round here once looking for Angela, but...we never clicked.

The night Jim was murdered you and Angela

-were supposed to be performing.

-Yeah, Ronnie Scott's.

Angela cancelled, and I ended up back here with Roberto.

-And Roberto was?

-My boyfriend, yes.

And thanks to you lot, after he confirmed my alibi you had him deported.

Now, if you don't mind,

I have an upbeat, heart-warming jingle to finish.

Bye.

Yeah, Soho was just one big bloody playground.

Now, it's all gone...sanitised.

But to be honest, I'm glad you're looking into my brother's case.

Maybe you'll get the right result this time.

Did you know Angela Gold?

No. I made a point of not knowing about Jim's affairs.

-Affairs?

-I don't mean literally. Business.

-Oh.

So when Jim died I understand everything was split

-50-50 between you and Jane.

-Mm-hmm.

-What happened to his company?

-I bought Jane out.

She was glad to be shot of it.

-Me too as it happens.

-Why was that?

Like I said, everything was changing.

I sold it on to a city consortium. It was a good deal.

Left me able to do the things I really care about.

You, erm... You think Angela Gold killed him?

-Yeah, course she did.

-Why?

Well, Jim wasn't going to leave Jane, who he loved.

Especially once he knew she was pregnant.

Jealousy. Silly tart couldn't hack it.

So he loved Jane, but not enough to stop himself from having an affair?

Well, I think he was stopping it - and that's why she killed him.

I mean, Jim, he had his faults but he loved Jane,

and he certainly never deserved to die the way he did.

Did Jane know about Angela?

Right. Cos if she did, maybe that's why she took other lovers.

No, no, no. There was no-one else. She was mad about Jim.

There was no-one else.

There must have been, because Sara isn't Jim's daughter. DNA tests prove it.

In fact, Jane herself admits she doesn't know

who Sara's father is, cos she slept with too many men.

No, that's not true. I know the real Jane.

She was mad about Jim. There's no long line of lovers.

She's lying.

-Two miles a day? Swimming?

-Yep.

-No, this doesn't sit right. You know he's only 52?

-So what?

52?! First Jack, then Brian.

You think it's deliberate?

-How old are you anyway?

-How old are you?!

And not only that, I reckon he's a mole.

-What?

-I mean, who got the hump when we were first looking at this case,

-who did Strickland say were totally miffed?

-Murder Squad?

Yeah!

Hello, gorgeous!

Holly?

Holly?!

-There you are.

-Hey!

So. Come on then, how'd it go?

-First day back at school.

-Late. They sent me to the wrong place.

-Oh, excellent!

-Yeah, yeah, first rate.

-They've no idea what to make of me.

-Not a unique club.

ANGELA'S RECORDING OF "CRY ME A RIVER" PLAYS

-You be quiet.

-What would you rather, I was quiet or good?

You have never ever been good.

Does she sound like a murderer to you?

Don't know. What do murderers sound like?

Very good point. So?

Real. Very real, truthful. Really, really unhappy.

Not just the words, the interpretation.

But, bloody hell, miserable cow, isn't she?

HE LAUGHS

Angela Gold. I saw her once. Festival Hall.

It was packed. She was very nervous.

She blew everyone else off the stage.

We can't trace her.

She has a voice. Really good singer.

She'll always be a singer.

-Will you be all right for say, an hour?

-Sure.

-How long you two been in here?

-This is our first one!

-Yeah.

-How did you get on?

-Still no sign of Angela,

but that Simon bloke says they're not in touch.

Yeah, same with Kevin Ellison.

-He says he hasn't seen her since the trial.

-What about the brother, Colin?

Well, he sold Jim's company pretty sharpish after Jim died.

But he also reckons that Jane is lying,

that there was never any string of lovers.

She wouldn't be likely to tell him though, would she?

How's Dan getting on?

Fine. Yeah, fine.

Something's happened, he's done something.

-Where are you going?

-I'm going home. I'm knackered, Gerry.

-Night, Guv.

-Night.

-Sod it, I've run out of fags.

-Good.

Got some in me desk, I'll see you in a sec.

Oh, hi.

What are you doing here? Thought you finished at five.

Angela Gold was in the Musicians' Union.

I tracked her down using her membership number.

Now, it's still there, same date of birth,

but now it belongs to an Anne Gould.

-"Anne"?

-Angela's real name.

Before she changed it to make it sound more showbiz.

Well, she's changed it back.

And the good news is, Angela is still around.

Around Shepherd's Bush, as it happens.

-How about you? Found anything?

-No. Nothing.

Did you know Griffin went back to the office tonight?

And guess what, he's tracked down Angela Gold - now Anne Gould.

Yeah, tracked her down through the Musicians' Union.

-That was clever.

-Oh, yeah, "That was clever"(!)

Did you also know that he's been in the Murder Squad?

Of course I did.

Well, no wonder he remembered the case.

He wasn't there when Jim Hockney died.

No? But I bet he knows a man who was!

-Gerry, paranoia.

-No, Sandra, that was Brian.

And he's not with us any more either, is he?

What are you talking about?

Jack, 70-something, Brian, 60-something, Griffin, 52!

You getting it now?

No, but I'm getting a pain in the arse listening to you.

Well, presumably you want to get rid of me next?

Today I do, yeah.

Tomorrow I want you and Dan to spend a nice time

together in the office. Get to know each other.

Oh, and Gerry? Brian recommended him.

WOMAN PERFORMS VOCAL EXERCISE

-Yes?

-Anne Gould?

-Yes.

Detective Superintendent Pullman from the Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.

-So you still sing?

-No.

I eke out a living teaching singing.

And now you want to torture me all over again.

We just want to find out what really happened that night.

-Well, how would I know? I wasn't there.

-You cancelled a gig.

Yeah, well. I said I'd lost my voice.

The truth is, I was so doped up on antidepressants

I could barely see, let alone cross town into Soho.

So how do you explain the letter?

Look, Jim was the love of my life.

He made you believe you were

the only person in the world that mattered.

But in the end, I realised he was never going to leave his wife.

So that morning I went round,

posted it through the letter box and went home.

And then I, er...

I took more pills than I should have done.

Next thing I know the police are in my flat arresting me.

-Did Jane Harlow know about you?

-No, Jim would never have told her.

Look, what's the point of all this?

You people don't believe me, you never did.

I'd like you to leave.

So do you lot all just...swap desks from time to time?

No.

This used to be Jack Halford's desk,

because he was the senior investigator. And now it's mine.

-Cos, I'm the senior...

-Investigator?

Oh, hello.

Found something?

Yeah, in '92-'93 a company called Greenbow tried to buy out

Jim Hockney's company, which was called Mejan.

Tried to buy it three times and each time it was knocked back.

But then Jim dies, and four months later, his brother Colin flogs it

to Greenbow for £18 million, which is less than the initial offer.

Greenbow? That's Gavin Reason's company.

Mad Gav?! You're kidding!

"Greenbow UK. CEO - Gavin Reason."

Isn't there something about company directors not having a criminal record?

Obviously not. I know he's been up for a load.

GBH, ABH, even attempted murder - but he only ever got collared once.

And even then it was just a suspended with fine.

You seem to remember that a bit quickly.

-Sorry?

-Too bloody quickly!

Do you know what I think?

I think you're a fifth columnist!

Find that amusing, do you?

Fifth columnist comes from the Spanish Civil War.

General Mola, advancing on Madrid with four columns,

called his supporters inside the city his fifth column.

Is that me, Gerry?

-Am I inside your city?

-Don't you get smart with me!

Murder Squad put you in here, didn't they?

Put in here to do a number on 'em - agh!

Hi.

I was just showing Gerry something that happened

when I was in Diplomatic Protection.

-Save it for the pub.

-You were in DP?

Only for a bit. Too boring.

So, how'd it go, did you find her?

She was a good singer. Now she's a bloody good actress.

She's angry. Very. And upset.

So she should be. She knows she can be tried again.

She's putting on a really good front.

Maybe it's not a front?

Maybe Sara was right about her mum?

How can she be? Jane was at a party all night, remember?

Jane Harlow was pregnant, and not by Jim.

She was a porn star. She lied.

You have to at least consider

the possibility Angela Gold may not have done it.

You need to consider the possibility you haven't actually met her.

I never met Dreyfus, but apparently he was innocent as well.

-PHONE RINGS

-What?

Yeah, hi, McAndrew.

Colin Hockney sold Jim's company to Gavin Reason.

"Mad Gav"? No!

OK, yeah. I'll let them know. That was the labs.

They've just come up with a match to Sara's DNA

on the National Criminal Database.

Her real dad's on record.

-Name?

-Gavin Reason.

Jim Hockney? He's very dead.

Very.

Your company Greenbow is just around the corner from where he was murdered.

Yeah, we were like neighbours.

Then you bought Mr Hockney's company. Eventually.

-So?

-So where were you the night he was killed?

-Why are you asking?

-Procedure, Mr Reason.

Fair enough. Upton Park, watching West Ham.

How come you remember that so easily?

Well, A - because we won.

And B - because when I heard Hockney got stiffed,

I cracked open a bottle of champagne.

-Who was at the game with you?

-30,000 other people.

I can give you most of their names if you want?

Are you sure it was Upton Park if 30,000 were there?

A word to the wise - do not take the piss out the Irons.

I don't have to. They do that every time they step on the pitch.

-Do I know you?

-Do you know Jane Harlow?

HE CHUCKLES

-Didn't everybody?

-Ever have a relationship with her?

Yeah, watched her on video a few times. On me own.

Does that count?

The first time you offered to buy Jim Hockney's company, he told you to stuff it, yeah?

Ohhhh, I see, I see, I see.

So I murder him, is that what you reckon?

I know the Met's facing cutbacks,

but is that the best you can come up with?

You've a history of not taking rejection well.

Jim Hockney? Pubs, porn and fruit machines? Please(!)

You bought his pubs.

Yeah, to create all this! Take a look around.

Do you see any one-armed bandits, hookers or men in macs?

No, because Greenbow...stands for members only.

Cocktail bars, niche restaurants, boutique hotels,

that's boutique with a Q.

Jim Hockney. He stood for dull, dirty, and decrepit.

Wanted to keep Soho like a museum. He was a bleeding dinosaur.

-With a little help he certainly became extinct.

-Well, that's what happens when the climate changes.

Adapt or die. That's life.

No, DNA, that's life.

DNA? What's that mean - Don't Know Anything?

-Deoxyribonucleic acid.

-Get you!

-I doubt it.

But you did get Jim's wife pregnant.

-Says who?

-Me, apparently.

Sara Hockney? Jim and Jane's girl?

That's where the DNA comes in. She's not Jim's daughter. She's yours.

Bullshit. I ain't got no kids.

You have now. Welcome to parenthood.

I've got a daughter?

Why didn't Jane TELL ME?!

What the hell do you think you're doing? You can't tell him that!

-Gavin Reason?

-Correct.

-No, I don't...

-Jane, you were at school with him.

Colin Hockney told me you adored Jim.

That there was never any string of lovers.

But clearly there was one.

This has nothing to do with Jim's death.

Jane, you were pregnant by the man your husband knocked back

when he tried to buy his company for millions and millions of pounds.

Gavin didn't kill Jim, she did!

Look, you might know Gavin as a lover. I know him as a psychopath.

-You have no idea what you're talking about.

-No? How about this?

You found out that Jim was having an affair,

and you took revenge by sleeping with his worst enemy.

Except you went too far. Jim found out...

Jim didn't know anything because Jim didn't care!

You think Angela Gold was the only one? There were masses.

He was empty. Empty and cruel.

Yes, I knew Gavin.

And yes, he was dangerous.

But he's the only man who knew me -

saw me as someone and not something.

Who the hell is Gavin?

"To my gorgeous, lovely, darling daughter. Can't wait to see you.

"Tons of love. Your dad, Gavin."

-Oh, my God!

-He gave this car to you?

It was outside my flat this morning with a huge pink bow on it.

He always was a nutter.

Who is he? Tell me!

Are you out of your mind?!

You tell a suspect he's got a daughter he knew nothing about,

and not just a suspect, but a man with a history of violence?

So what was the general idea? Toss a bomb into the conversation

in the hope he'd throw up his hands and admit everything?

No, I did it because I know Gavin Reason.

I arrested him 22 years ago.

Why didn't you tell us that?

I sensed a certain lack of trust. I wanted a reaction.

-Reaction?!

-Yes. And I got one.

When I told him he had a daughter - and by Jane Harlow, something that

could be a motive for Jim Hockney's murder - why didn't he deny it?

Because he's a bloody headcase!

Because he didn't know. Because he had nothing to do with it.

Hold on, you were the one who said it was him

and Jane in the first place!

No, I was the one who said it might not be Angela Gold.

Hockney's head was beaten to a pulp.

Now that looks to me like a crime of passion.

I don't think it's anything to do with business or money or the ability to reason.

Have I missed something here, or are we back to Angela Gold again?

Hockney had sex just before he died.

What if it wasn't with Angela Gold?

-Jane said he had endless women.

-Yeah, but she doesn't know who they are.

His brother might. Plus, why did Colin sell the business so cheaply?

OK.

Bring in Colin Hockney in the morning.

But for future reference, we work as a team.

We don't just go off on an individual hunch here.

-We work together here.

-Please, don't patronise me.

I thought that all ended when I retired.

Who the bloody hell does he think he is?

You did all that?

You told this psycho guy he was the father,

and threw this guy on the floor? On your second day?

You're not looking to make friends then?

-You sound like your mother.

-Hmm. Do they know why you've come back?

-No.

-Are you going to tell them?

-About me?

-Possibly. Eventually.

-I listened to her again today. Angela Gold.

-And?

There's definitely something there. Something, I don't know...

..in her voice.

-Very handy. Very specific.

-Hey, you're the cop. Or were.

You get paid,

I just get dinner. Which is risotto by the way.

"I know there isn't just me, but you promised and you're a liar."

You wrote that.

-Yes.

-What did he promise you?

That he would leave his wife.

I don't think so. I spoke to Jane Harlow.

She said Jim had countless lovers.

"I know there isn't just me."

Well, that's what you're referring to there, isn't it? Other lovers. Who?

I don't know.

OK. When did you find out?

A week before Jim died. In the mews flat.

I... I found a used condom.

I can't have children, we didn't use them.

He promised me there was nobody else, and I believed him.

SHE LAUGHS RUEFULLY

God, I was naive. Stupid, I suppose.

Have you ever been stupidly in love?

Hmmm, well.

Jim used me.

I loved him, lived for him, gave him everything.

Not just myself - material things, like songs, presents...

And then I realised it wasn't just me.

Jim used everyone.

Even probably the person who killed him.

Why didn't you mention this other lover at the trial?

My barrister said what would be the point?

It would sound like we were blackening the victim's character.

A dead man's. She was right.

Angela, do you know a man called Gavin Reason?

No. Why?

Doesn't matter.

I didn't kill him.

Jim. I didn't.

So why did you sell Mejan - Jim's business - so cheap?

Cheap? It was a bloody good deal.

It was a lot less than Gavin Reason offered six months earlier.

The market had changed.

The market? You mean the owner.

Yeah, you're not your brother, are you, Colin?

You haven't got Jim's bottle.

Jim told Gavin to shove it, and look what happened to him.

Did you tell your brother not to sell?

I told him to stop winding him up.

Who? Mad Gav?

Jim didn't just turn him down, he took the piss out of him.

Jim...he knew something about Gavin.

Personal stuff. Embarrassing.

Like what?

Jim let it be known that Gavin had a tiny...Hampton.

-GERRY GIGGLES

-What?

-Hampton Wick.

-Ah.

Gavin went bananas apparently.

He sounded off in return that he knew for a fact that Jim

hadn't just been in straight porn, he'd done gay videos as well.

-You're kidding.

-No, it was true.

But Jim couldn't give a toss.

He laughed his socks off. Said, "So what?"

It was all going too far. I warned Jim.

I told him to cool it about Gavin, but...he was having none of it.

Why not?

My brother, he, um...

He took pleasure in humiliating people.

He broadcast how some woman told him that

she couldn't even find Gavin's todger.

Jim nearly died laughing at that one. But Gavin... He went ape.

So do you think Gavin could've killed your brother?

Not at the time, no. All the evidence about that flaky singer?

Now? Yeah. Of course he could.

Well, you've seen Mad Gav's record.

I'm surprised he didn't take Jim out with a tank.

All right, go and see what he has to say.

Dan.

After what you said last night, I went to see Angela.

And she admits that she found out Jim had another lover.

-Boss, you've got mail.

-Thanks.

-What is it?

-Forensics.

Re-examination of the scene of crime material.

They've found someone else's DNA on Angela's letter.

"Microscopic samples not previously detectable."

And there's a restricted marker against the DNA.

GAVIN GROANS

What, is there some law against giving presents now?

-We're not here about that.

-Good.

It's not that I'm not grateful for what you guys have done for me,

in a family kind of way,

but I do not want you making a habit of these visits, it lowers the tone.

-Well, this shouldn't take long.

-It won't?

We've been hearing about you and Jim Hockney.

About your, er, relationship with him.

Relationship?

Someone say we was married?!

No, we heard what Jim said about your, er... Your manhood.

-What did you say?

-Well, it's more to do with what Jim said.

You do remember it then?

Is it true?

I mean that he said it.

Or is it true factually, for that matter? Size-wise?

-You tell that whore...

-Thanks for your time.

CUP SMASHES

-I'd leave it a while if I were you.

-A day or two at least.

Yes, of course, I'm always sensitive.

Cheers, bye.

-Yes, the DNA is on file. But it's...

-"Sensitive"?

Yes. It belongs to a woman called Letitia Hope.

She was arrested in 2007 for running a string of prostitutes out of Mayfair.

-And?

-The case collapsed when it came to court.

But she's been fighting ever since to get her DNA removed from the file.

Maybe now we know why.

She's taking us to the European Court of Human Rights.

Letitia Hope?

Primakov. I've been married a year.

Detective Superintendent Pullman, this is Dan Griffin.

Special message from the Commissioner?

Something like that. Can we come in?

I presume you want to know if I intend to...

go all the way, as they say?

No, actually.

We want to know why your DNA has turned up on a murder victim.

1993, Jim Hockney.

Multi-millionaire and ex-porn star. Ever come across him?

Wow, the Met really doesn't like being made a fool of, does it?

You'll do anything rather than admit making a mistake.

Does Mr Primakov ever think he's made a mistake?

I mean about going to Strasbourg?

-He's encouraged me.

-I'm sure he has.

-Ms Hope...

-Primakov. What?

Are you going to try and arrest me on even flimsier evidence than 2007?

There are traces of your DNA on a letter

that was found on Jim Hockney's body.

I'm sure there are!

-DNA doesn't lie.

-No, but you lot do. Speak to my lawyers.

Goodbye.

We'll be back.

So the minute we mentioned Gavin's shortage,

it's light the blue touchpaper and retire.

Starts ranting about some "whore".

And I don't even think he sent someone, I think he did it himself.

So whatever alibi he comes up with is a load of...

It may not be that simple.

-Whore? Is that the word he used?

-Yeah.

Forensics have just come back with another person's DNA on the letter.

-Letitia Hope.

-Letitia Hope? I know that name.

Primakov now. She's married to a rich Russian.

She's taking the Met to the European Court of Human Rights.

No, no, no. It's not that. Hang on one sec.

I've got Gavin Reason's record sheet here. Look at this. September 1993,

two weeks before Jim Hockney snuffs it,

Mad Gav's done for GBH against Letitia Hope - prostitute.

She refuses to testify, and he walks.

-Sorry to bother you again, Letitia.

-Apology not accepted.

We've met before.

SHE LAUGHS

I doubt it, darling. Not on your salary.

Yeah. South Ken, '96. Running a house of ill repute.

That would have been difficult.

I lived in New York from '94 till '98. Nice try though.

Anything else?

Yeah, how about you tell us how you know Gavin Reason?

-I'm calling my lawyer.

-Fine. Can we watch?

Firstly, your DNA was found on this letter.

And now we discover that two weeks before Jim Hockney was murdered,

you were beaten up by Gavin Reason.

But, you fail to testify and all charges were dropped. Why?

I didn't want to go through the trauma of a trial.

No, no, no, you were worried that Gavin would get off,

which he normally did,

and that next time he wouldn't just give you a slap, he'd kill you.

Maybe that's why you went to New York?

-To steer clear of Mad Gav.

-Is that it? Are you finished?

Did you have feelings for Jim Hockney?

Why would I? I never knew the guy.

Look, you've had what, 20 years to find his killer?

And now, all of a sudden, you find my DNA on a letter?

My lawyers would have a field day.

I'll see you in Strasbourg. You can let yourselves out.

She's right. It will look like the Met's persecuting her.

-Well, don't worry about Letitia, this just builds up the case against Mad Gav.

-I agree.

-I doubt the Murder Squad would.

-You're missing the point.

Why should a letter sent by Angela Gold to Jim Hockney

have Letitia's DNA on it?

Could have been on his coat. She could have handled his jacket.

The lab didn't find the DNA on the coat.

Well, maybe he was with her before he went to the flat.

Letitia's lying. She said she never knew Jim Hockney.

Jim blabbed what she'd told him about Gavin.

It was his fault Letitia got the kicking.

OK, Letitia's an ex call girl. But she's high class.

She's just going to go round to Jim Hockney's and batter his brains out?

I'm saying we don't exclude her.

Now, I don't know if she killed him, but I think she was there.

SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYS

-Oh, hi.

-Hi. Can I come in?

Is this not a good time?

Simon, this is Sandra Pullman. She's in charge of the case.

-Simon...

-Yeah, I know who he is.

My colleagues told me you weren't in touch with Angela?

That's because I knew all this being dug up again would really upset her.

-I can't believe you're putting her through this hell all over again.

-Simon.

-No, I'm sorry, darling.

All this is just malicious revenge by that lot.

Look, call me if you need me. We'll talk.

He was the only person who spoke up for me at the trial.

He's also just about the only person

to care about what happened to me afterwards.

-Well?

-Do you know a woman called Letitia Hope?

No. Should I? Who is she?

-A former prostitute.

-Not really in my line. Why?

I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

You know, you've told me nothing up to now.

All you've done is ask me question after question,

and expect me to just sit here like a schoolgirl.

-TEARFUL:

-I killed no-one!

Angela, my job isn't just cold, cool analysis of evidence.

Police use intuition too, of course we do.

So, actually, I'm going to break a habit of a lifetime, because...

..no, I don't think you are guilty.

-Morning.

-Morning.

-You want some tea?

Thank you.

-Morning.

-Morning.

I spoke to Angela Gold last night.

She hasn't got a clue who Letitia Hope is.

-YAWNING:

-Morning.

-Morning.

What happened to you? You look bloody exhausted.

So would you if you'd been up half the night watching porn.

You know I said I had 17 tapes? I was wrong.

I've got 20.

-You must be worn out.

-GERRY LAUGHS

No, luckily I only had to watch ten before I found the one I wanted.

Have a look at this.

SEXUAL MOANS

Bloody hell!

Gentleman, let me introduce you to Mrs Primakov.

I knew I recognised her.

She must have been 20 when this was taken.

-And I reckon this is one of Jim's last films.

-"A Star Is Porn".

-Interesting tattoo.

-We saw it yesterday.

-But better still, look where it's filmed.

-That's Jim Hockney's.

Danny, you were right, only this time we can prove it.

This is a digital copy of a commercial sex video tape.

Turn it off.

You sure? We see your face in a minute.

Off! Please.

So, you admit to having lied about not knowing Jim Hockney?

-Yes.

-And to having been in his apartment.

-Yes.

So, please can you explain how your DNA came to be on a letter

that was found on his body?

Look, what I'm going to tell you is the truth,

but I doubt very much that you'll believe me.

-Here we go.

-Try us.

OK, so, it started as a job.

I'd made a couple of porn films before...

..and then the opportunity came up to make one with Jim.

You have to understand that in our business, Jim was a legend.

So this was a big deal.

So anyway, we make this film.

But it doesn't end there.

I thought Jim was just...

..gorgeous.

And he felt the same about me, he said.

Ended up telling me he was in love with me.

And then one night, just after he left my place,

I found this letter on the floor.

From Angela Gold?

I couldn't believe it.

Until then I had no idea there was anyone else.

I realised it was all bullshit.

I was so angry, I could have killed him.

Really? And did you?

No, of course not. I just felt like it.

I ended up going round to his place to...have it all out with him.

But when I got there, the door was open. Which was weird.

I went in and...I found him lying there, on the floor.

His head smashed in. Blood everywhere.

I panicked.

I knew I was in big trouble just being there,

so I shoved the letter in his pocket and ran,

and I didn't stop until I got home.

And you were quite happy for Angela to take the rap for his murder?

I thought she'd done it. I thought, because I'd read her letter,

that she... just got to him first.

-What do you think?

-She's lied from the start. Creature of habit?

I think it's all true except the last bit.

She shows him the letter, goes ape and kills him.

She was there. She knows we know she was there. Now she's scrabbling around trying to...

Where's laughing boy?

VIDEO FAST-FORWARDS

-What are you doing?

-Look at this.

Yeah...oh!

Now look at these.

It's missing from the photo.

-I've seen that.

-So have I.

Yeah, I'm sure police work is very taxing, but you clearly have

no idea how difficult it is for a composer to keep being interrupted.

-You're not happy, I get it.

-What are you doing?

-Can you tell us where you picked this up?

-I won it.

"1991 Jazz UK Awards."

"Best..." I can't read the rest, it's all scratched and bashed up.

And yet here it is in Jim Hockney's flat,

three months before he was murdered.

Care to tell us how it ended up here?

It's not the same one.

Jim Hockney's head was smashed to a pulp.

Now, no matter how hard you try to clean up

and polish a murder weapon - there's always evidence left.

And DNA technology has come a long way in the last 20 years.

-It's not the same award.

-No, it's not your award.

-Because you didn't win it, Angela did.

-No.

Yes. She gave it to Jim because she loved him.

There you go. "Best new female vocalist."

Not quite you, is it?

Unless you've had the op.

I wouldn't.

I loved Angela.

Not literally, obviously. But for what she was...

as a person...

..as a singer.

I couldn't believe how she could fall for him. Hockney.

But I watched her, and she became more and more obsessed.

It affected her voice, her work.

In the end it was jeopardising everything.

I decided I needed to do something to save her from herself.

But I knew she was too infatuated to listen to me.

So I went straight to him.

I was prepared for him to get angry.

Instead he was all calm and reassuring.

He said he completely understood what I was saying.

But the truth was...

Angela wasn't the love of his life.

You mean there was someone else?

Did he say who that was?

Me.

-I've heard everything now.

-No, you haven't.

I couldn't believe it. I was trying not to believe it.

But he just kept going on and on, coming on to me.

Next thing...we were having sex.

And then... And then afterwards...

-He laughed.

-Laughed?

Said that I was an idiot. A moron.

As easy to delude as a teenager.

Then he washed himself, put his clothes back on

and he told me to get out.

Get out and never come near him again.

Then he looked at me.

And he said...

"I wonder what Angela will think when I tell her?"

I couldn't believe it.

But his face went serious all of a sudden, and he said to me...

"What will Roberto think when I tell him?

"What will your boyfriend think?"

Next thing I remember, I was stood over his body.

It was unreal.

But I was calm. I had this award in my hand.

So I popped it inside my coat, I went out and walked home.

No-one stopped me. No-one saw.

You know, the last time I was here,

-I was with a very tasty little bird.

-Oh, yeah?

Problem is, as soon as I told her I was a copper

she threw a glass of wine over me.

-That's bad.

-No, what was bad is it was still in the glass.

THEY LAUGH

-Here you go.

-Thanks, Boss.

-Cheers, Guv'nor.

-Did you tell Danny?

-Yeah.

-What'd he say?

-He said he wasn't sure.

-Oh.

-What do you think of him?

-Who?

-Dan!

-Oh. Well...unusual.

-Very.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-This is Holly, my daughter.

-You don't mind if she joins us?

-Not at all, hi.

-Hello there.

- Sandra. - Yep.

-Gerry.

-Yep.

-McAndrew.

-You got it.

You been here before?

-I haven't.

-No.

The musicianship is normally very, very good.

Jazz is her thing.

Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to Angela Gold.

Thank you.

I'd like to start with a brand-new number of my own.

It's for someone who... believed in me.

It's called That Was Then.

SHE LAUGHS

# I had another life in another place

# Where I never thought I'd have to face

# The sort of things no-one should face alone

# Mmm mmm mmm

# To be a stranger to your friends

# To know that all that you depend upon is gone

# And there's nobody left to call

# But that was then and this is now

# And everything has changed somehow

# Somehow someone did something true

# And that someone had to be you. #

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