The Girl Who Lived 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 getting to the end of the day. #

Why's Strickland called us in so bleeding early?

I know.

Esther didn't even have time to do me a proper breakfast.

You don't think he's leaving as well, do you?

I reckon he's found somebody.

Somebody to replace Jack. I knew it.

They've got some nobody that we've never heard of

and they're just going to parachute him in.

-Or her?

-Yeah?

-Morning!

-Morning.

-Sorry to call you in at this hour.

It's just that something landed on my desk late last night

and I need to act on it now. It's a possible new case.

Linked to an active ongoing investigation.

-Strathclyde CID.

-Glasgow?!

-Yeah, is there room for me?

-Yeah.

-Thanks.

So what's the case then?

There was a robbery at a London petrol station.

Forensics found traces of blood from a woman who was thought to be dead.

DNA from the blood was later identified as female

and belonging to a Georgia Wright from Paisley.

According to Strathclyde Police, Georgia Wright was abducted

and murdered in May 2003.

-Except she obviously wasn't.

-Quite.

Hold on, hold on.

If this girl isn't dead and the Met haven't found the robbers,

what's it got to do with us?

Especially at this time of the morning!

The original officer in charge of the case always believed

-that Georgia's death was faked. He thought..

-There you are!

Sorry, I got a wee bit lost. Place is a bloody rabbit warren!

This is retired Detective Inspector Steven McAndrew,

-Strathclyde CID.

-Steve.

Detective Superintendent Sandra Pullman.

The boss! How's it going there, Sandra?

-Brian Lane.

-Oh, Brian. You all right there, pal?

-Gerry Standing.

-All the best, Gerry. You all right? Terrific.

Steve is the former detective I was telling you about.

Nine years, two weeks and two days waiting for this,

same as Georgia's dad. This is one of the best days of my life.

Right, so! First stop the garage, eh? To where they found the blood.

-What'd he say?

-Sorry, whose car are we going in?

I didn't come down in mine. London's a bit of a bloody racetrack!

OK, well...

let's boogie!

Coffee, anyone?

So this girl Georgia - only child, loving parents, happy home,

nice boyfriend, never run off or done anything like this before

suddenly disappears.

You know when something just doesn't smell right, you know?

In my bones, I know, somebody's persuaded her to go with them.

But everyone else is on this,

"Oh, she's a teenager, they do mad things", kind of stuff.

So I can't get the numbers or expand the search and then ten days later,

her clothes turn up - bloodstained with her blood, by the river Tweed.

No handbag, no mobile, no dosh - just her clothes.

So anyway, they drag the river and there's nothing.

So now they're all on this, "She's gone, he's done away with her."

-He?

-Exactly Sandra! Who's this, "He", all of a sudden?

Assumptions right from the start.

And since then, nothing, not a sniff.

Georgia's mum, well she dies of a broken heart, really.

And her dad tries to get on with his life, but he's in bits, you know.

-There it is, over there.

-Jeez, how long's that taken us?

-A bleeding hour.

-An hour?!

So what was your take on the bloodied dress, then?

I think I don't know. But I know this - there was no body,

no sign of any other body either.

It's supposed to be a murder scene but what's just as important

-as what's there is what isn't there, are you with me?

-No.

There's no sign of a struggle.

No evidence of any other bodily fluids, no footprints,

no marks, no broken twigs - nothing.

I mean it's wrong, it just doesn't add up.

No one else agrees with me, except for the dad.

-That's probably just wishful thinking.

-Maybe it was.

Is. But hello, wake up and smell the coffee, here we are.

-Samira Patel?

-Yeah.

-Detective Superintendent Pullman, UCOS.

Oh, yeah. They said you were coming.

-I've set up the CCTV copy of the raid.

-Great, thank you.

There they are.

They hardly said anything.

-I can't see her face.

-I was terrified. I just froze.

Did you get a good look at her face?

How old would you say she was? 26/27?

I'm very glad you could come down to help and I'm really grateful

for your input, but let us do the investigating, yeah?

Sure, sorry. Perfectly understand.

-I'm just fired up with everything that's happened.

-That's fine.

Was she blonde?! Sorry.

PHONE BEEPS

-Yeah, possibly.

-Not very clear, is it?

It's clear enough for the crime team.

They've ID'd the car. It's registered to a Roger Tilbury.

He and his girlfriend, Hayley Ward, were arrested 30 minutes ago.

There you go, that could be her.

We didn't hurt no-one.

We never even threatened the silly cow.

I mean...

All we took was a bit of money.

It was mainly just fags and chewing gum.

"Hayley." Is that your real name?

-Eh?

-Hayley Ward. Is that the name you were born with?

Nah, it's the name I was christened with.

-Not Georgia Wright?

-I bleeding hope not.

Let me look at your wrists.

-I'm not a junkie.

-Just show them to me, come on.

She's not admitting it but she does look a bit like her.

There's no marks on her arms, though.

That's not Georgia - listen to her. Her hair's not right.

You didn't actually meet the missing girl, did you?

Well, no.

Apparently Ken Wright's upstairs.

-What?

-Georgia's dad?

Oh, that's brilliant news.

Come and meet him, Sandra, he's such a great guy.

And there's something else. The results are back on Hayley's DNA.

It's not the same as the blood at the petrol station.

-So she's not Georgia?

-No.

Ken.

-You all right, Steve?

-Yeah.

Unbelievable, pal. Unbelievable.

What did I tell you? One day.

-Just keep the faith, eh?

-Aye.

-Oh, sorry. Sorry, sweetheart.

-Ken Wright, Georgia's dad.

This is Detective Superintendent Sandra Pullman.

She's been very helpful.

Thanks for seeing us like this, I really appreciate it.

Not at all, it's fine.

When Steve rang last night, I could not believe it.

In the end, I just got up early and drove straight down!

Well, obviously it's early days yet...

Georgia's blood's turned up in the past few days

-and it can't be anybody else's?

-That's right, but...

They actually had a girl in custody who they thought might be Georgia

but it's not her, so we're still looking.

But it's still... She's got to be still alive, aye?

Oh yeah, absolutely.

I tell you what, why don't you spend the rest of the day

looking after Ken? Explain where we've got to.

I'll go and talk to the rest of the team about the next step.

-Right you are, thanks.

-Good to see you.

ELEVATOR DINGS

If Hayley's not Georgia,

how did that blood get to the petrol station?

I mean, did they check Samira's DNA?!

She's Asian. Georgia was white, blonde.

Yeah, course. So what do we do?

What do we do about Steve? He's driving me round the bend!

It'd be even worse if you could understand him.

He's obviously close to the girl's father.

I think our best bet is to solve this case as quickly as possible

-and then we can get shot of him.

-Fair comment, succinctly put.

Morning, Brian. Where's the rest of them?

-I'm in early.

-Call this early? Life of Riley, UCOS.

What you up to, pal?

-Looking at CCTV of the robbery.

-Great! I was going to suggest...

-Do you mind!

-Oh, sorry.

So has the dad gone back then?

No, no, he's staying down for a few days.

I put him up in the same place as I'm in.

It's a bit of a dump but it still costs an arm and a leg in this town.

Wotcha!

BOTH: Hi, Gerry.

Can he afford it?

No, I mean, I'm paying for it.

What's a police pension for if you don't throw it around?!

Wait! Look! Go back, go back!

Come and have a look at this, Gerry.

I think this is Georgia.

Blonde hair, right age.

Oh look, she catches her hand on the shelf.

4.31? When?

In the morning before the robbery.

So what do you think?

I think she's a cleaner.

Yeah.

-Julie, it's Julie.

-You know her?

-Yeah, course, she does four nights a week.

-Do you know her second name?

Er...Shore? Shorey!

Julie Shorey.

-Shorey? You're positive, are you?

-Yes.

Is she Scots?

Does she have a accent like mine?

-Sorry, I don't know.

-Well, listen to me?

Haw, hen, see's a pint of heavy...

-Have you got an address for her?

-Yeah.

So when's she due in next?

Funnily enough, she hasn't been in since the raid. She should've been.

-She was due on last night but...

-She didn't turn up?

No. Which is unusual cos she's always looking to do extra hours.

-I think she needs the money.

-What makes you say that?

Did you get her via a contract cleaner?

No, we just employ casual staff.

OK, that's lovely, thanks very much.

-Thank you, thanks a lot.

-Thank you, bye.

This is Julie's address, eh?

Home sweet home?

Not.

Not only was the address that "Julie" gave false,

the garage never asked for any proof of identity.

But why just up sticks and disappear?

Do you think she was involved in the robbery?

No, that was just a couple of idiots.

I don't think she had anything to do with them.

I looked for a Julie Shorey on the electoral register,

but there isn't one anywhere in London.

That's not surprising if it's not her real name.

And if it is Georgia, it just brings us back to where I started.

Why fake your own death to end up in a dead-end job

-under a false name and address?

-Good question.

No, with all due respect, Guv'nor.

The question is - if Georgia's alive

and no harm's come to her, what's it got to do with UCOS?

-What?

-Where's the crime?

If Georgia's a missing person, maybe she doesn't want to be found.

Hey, can I just stop you there a minute, pal?

I don't know what happened nine years ago

but I know when something's not right.

Until I find that girl and reunite her with her father,

I'll never get over the fact that I couldn't crack this case

-and I should've done.

-Shit happens.

Oh hey, don't you worry. You want to jack it in, that's fine.

You don't want to carry on, then don't.

But I am, no matter how long it takes.

Just away to see Georgia's dad. I'll let him know how you feel.

-Oh, come on, don't be like that.

-Wait a minute, Steve. I'll drive you.

Then we can talk about what we might do next.

No greater love hath any man

than he should spend all afternoon with a Scotchman.

Have a look at this.

We had this identikit picture made up.

It's what we think she could look like now.

Funny thing is - she looks just like her mum.

She took after her mother.

Lot of people thought I was being stupid.

"Refusing to face up to reality" sort of thing.

But it isn't that - it's about faith.

I've always believed in Steve.

Not a million miles away, is it?

It's not a great picture...

-but it is a likeness sure enough, huh?

-Mmm-hmm.

But you've no idea where she's gone?

No, no. I'm sorry.

That's the only thing I could never understand.

If she was alive, why she would not get in touch?

It's what Karen, her mum, could never come to terms with.

I think that's what killed her in the end.

Still...

I've waited nine years. A few more days won't...

I'm just pleased Steve's found the right people to help him.

-I think it's brilliant, what you people do.

-Ah.

Look...

I need to make a couple of calls, if that's OK?

-Sure, sure.

-Thanks for keeping me in touch.

-All right.

-OK, Ken.

Look, Steve, I want to be honest with you.

You must think that us at the office have been a bit off with you.

It's just that things have been a bit difficult

-over the last few weeks with Jack leaving.

-Jack?

Yeah, it's not easy to explain.

Listen, have you...?

Have you got anything else on this case?

Cor blimey!

-Is this all the official stuff?

-No, no, this is just mine.

I've been going through it all, looking for... I don't know.

Well, you really went to town on it, didn't you?

Just trying to be a good cop, you know?

Ah-ha. This takes me back.

Your personal notebook on the case, eh?

Yeah. Oh, hey, have a look at this.

I came across this last night.

Yeah, same date back then.

"I'm convinced Georgia will turn up alive."

-Well, I hope you're right, mate.

-Yeah.

So, er...

Who is this Jack?

Ah, don't worry about it. Do you fancy a drink?

Could murder a half and a half.

I didn't think you Sweaties liked water in your whisky?

Sweaty? What's that?

Sweaty Sock - Jock.

STEVE TUTS

No, no, no. You don't do it in a oner like that.

You don't throw it down your neck. Here, look.

Let's try again.

Trickle of water, right.

Now...

Sip it. Sip it.

-Sip it.

-And then hold it in your mouth.

Now hold it in your mouth.

Roll it around a little bit.

Do you get that kind of peaty, warm taste?

-Mmm.

-Up your nose a little bit?

-Yeah, that's much nicer, isn't it?

-Now you're coming along.

Now you're learning, that's good.

Have another couple of those.

The one at the end, darling.

That's like the Rolls Royce of malts, it's gorgeous.

So, hey, tell me about Strickland.

-Strickland?

-Mmm.

Oh, he's all right as it happens - for a tosser!

-DACs are all tossers, aren't they?

-Exactly.

And what about Brian?

Ah, Brian's lovely.

He's got O...D...H?

-Obsessive compulsive?

-That's it, yeah, yeah.

-There you go.

-Thanks, darling.

I thought he was just barmy.

He's nice though.

Yeah, well what about your Guv'nor?

She's a bit of all right, isn't she?

Steven, don't even go there!

Oh, no, no, no, I'm hooked up already.

-Married?

-Do I look married?

No, no, I've just got a girlfriend, that's all.

How about you? You married?

-Three exes.

-Three?

Three! Vampires, sucking all the money out of me.

Hey, want to see a picture of my mistress?

The other woman.

-It's a pigeon(!)

-Messina Majestic.

Oh! It's a racing pigeon!

No - tumbler.

No, that's a tumbler.

No, it's a tumbler pigeon.

They all fly up into the air.

Right, pretty, pretty, flock of birds.

And then they start to fall - whoosh! Like that.

Like this, they go like that.

She can tumble like 40 feet.

40!

I love her, she's great.

Oh, and...

-I love Charlie.

-Charlie?

Yeah, Charlene.

HE MURMURS APPROVAL

-She's lovely, isn't she?

-She's gorgeous, yes.

Well done, son.

DRUNKEN SINGING

# Cos you're drinking... #

Hey, let me in.

I'm a guest.

Oh, there's Ken.

All right, Steve. I'm coming, I'm coming.

BOTH CONTINUE DRUNKENLY SINGING

DRUNKEN SINGING

-Thanks, Ken.

-They told me you'd gone out.

I thought, knowing you, I bet it's for a dram!

So I stayed up to make sure I could tell you.

Chris, Georgia's old boyfriend?

He's in the army - I spoke to his mum this afternoon.

You know, to get her to let him know about what had happened?

But when I told her, she just broke down.

In the end, she said she had something to tell me.

-About what?

-Georgia.

About what really happened!

The day Georgia went missing,

her boyfriend, Chris Massie's playing rugby in Kilmarnock

so I knew he couldn't have had anything to do with it.

When Chris went into the army, me and his mum kept in touch,

especially after I lost Karen.

When I interviewed Chris and asked him about the days leading up

to her disappearance, he said, "Nothing unusual happened."

Now, according to his mum, that's not true.

They'd been to a disco the week before at Glasgow University.

Yeah, and they'd had a row.

Georgia caught him kissing another girl. Georgia goes mad.

Shouts at him, slaps him. He slaps her back.

People told him to let her go but he hangs on until this DJ steps in.

He saw what was going on and told Chris to,

stop being a bully and leave Georgia alone.

No wonder he never said anything.

Last thing he saw was this DJ comforting Georgia.

-Where is he now?

-Afghanistan.

Gerry tried the military but according to them

Chris is currently "Not contactable". Right, Gerry?

-MUMBLING:

-Yeah, he's not contactable.

Four quid, gents.

We've come to see the DJ.

# When I was a little girl

# I had a rag doll... #

-Ricky Roddy?

-The one and only.

Excuse us, ladies.

We thought we'd have to go to Scotland to find you.

Oh, shit, man, leave it out, I've been clean for six years.

Glasgow University. Summer Smash Spectacular.

-Eh?

-You. You did a gig there.

Yeah? Oh yeah, 15 years ago?

-Try nine.

-Was it?

May 2003.

You broke up a fight between a boy and a girl.

-I did?

-She was blonde, pretty.

Remember?

Her boyfriend slapped her.

You told him to stop bullying her.

Oh, hang on a minute. Wait, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, she cried on my shoulder.

-Nice chick.

-She disappeared three days later.

Believed to be murdered.

DAVE stepped in. Slipped in under the radar.

-Dave?

-Yeah, my roadie.

I needed one back then, with all the gear I used to have.

That's what roadies are like, with women, I mean.

It's all they're interested in, to be honest.

And blimey, Dave could talk the talk.

Dave what? Second name?

-Dave...the roadie?

-Listen, dude,

I've got a bad headache and your sound system's not helping it.

So...

HE GROANS

I know that your brain's fried with the speed but I can tell you,

it's in a lot better shape than your balls are going to be

unless you give us a straight answer. You got me, man?

Her name was Georgia and you were all over her.

I...

I never saw her again, I swear.

Look, it's Dave you want to want to talk to, honestly.

I think I've got his phone number here somewhere.

Let's have a look. Dave, Dave.

Here, here you go. Look, just look. Do you see?

Just Dave Roadie and a mobile number.

I haven't seen him in years.

Rock on.

Dude.

# Cry - yeah, yeah

# If I lost you

# Would I cry? #

-GERRY:

-Rick Roddy.

He's flaky, but I don't think it's an act.

The mobile number Roddy gave us is no longer in use

but it was registered to a David Morgan

at the time that Georgia disappeared.

It seems like he still had that number up to about a year ago.

Roddy reckons that Dave stopped working for him

a few weeks after the Glasgow gig.

The phone company had him living in London - Shepherd's Bush.

But when we checked it, it turns out it was rented to a Shane Morrison.

-Still is.

-Well, that's something.

Let's go see what this Shane/Dave has to say.

I'm just wondering if that's a good idea.

-What do you mean?

-Well, thinking about it,

I thought you might want to be a bit more...circumspect?

Circumspect?

Find out a bit more about this Dave/Shane bloke.

-Slowly, slowly - catchee monkey?

-Because?

If it is the same guy, what's with the change of name?

Especially if Georgia's doing the same thing.

That makes it a pattern, not a coincidence.

Who is he? Where's he from?

Tell you what, why don't you and Brian do exactly what you just said?

-There's no-one in.

-Well, try it again.

PHONE BEEPS

Sorry, excuse me.

You don't happen to know who lives there, do you?

Not really but I don't think he's in.

I passed him getting in a taxi this morning.

Had suitcases with him, looked like he was going on holiday.

-Was he alone?

-I'm not sure.

There might have been someone else in the cab but I didn't see.

Do you know anything about him?

Sorry, I'm a few doors down.

He's not been here that long. Bit of a loner, I think.

He was in the music industry, if that's any help?

-Well, he was a roadie.

-No idea.

OK, thank you very much.

We can't find a criminal record for either Shane Morrison or Dave Morgan.

In fact, we can't even find a date of birth for anyone with that name,

not that fits the person Rick Roddy talked about.

Not his real names, obviously.

Maybe we could have another go at Roddy, eh?

Well, is there any point? His brains are mush.

Try the local taxi firms.

We should be able to trace the cab that took him.

-Bloody hell!

-What?

Well, I typed Shane Morrison into the search engine

and found a web link that came up with this.

"Warning - Shane Morrison. Women beware."

Hi.

My name is Sophie Thomas.

I'm 30 years old and I'm a fool.

I'm a fool because for three years I believed everything

I was told by a nasty, evil, twisted little man called Shane Morrison.

I've decided to post a warning on the web

just in case I'm not the only one.

I first met him, um, five years ago?

It was a party at Imperial.

-Imperial College?

-London University, yeah.

He said he worked for the government, he was quite mysterious about it.

I stupidly thought that was part of his charm.

He could be very charming.

We met up two or three times afterwards.

I was hooked.

Then he tried to warn me off.

Said there were things about him I shouldn't know.

He said he'd tried to protect me

but "They" knew about me

so I was in danger as well.

Danger? From who?

Russian mafia.

Because he was a...

an agent for MI6 - undercover.

But that had been blown and now he had a price on his head.

So he was constantly on the move and now I'd have to do the same.

For the best part of...

..three years we moved round the country,

safe houses mostly.

Rented flats, they actually were.

I did a series of dead-end jobs - barmaid, waitressing...

Cleaner?

Yeah, cleaning as well.

Shane would disappear off for days, weeks at a time sometimes.

Working hush-hush, supposedly.

Then he'd show up again...

-Did you tell anyone? Family, friends?

-No.

Shane said...

It sounds ridiculous, I know, I mean, the whole thing's ridiculous.

He said I mustn't contact anyone from my old life

as They were watching.

Waiting for such a contact to try and trace us.

Bastard!

So how did it end?

It was purely by chance.

Unless I was working, which was mostly nights or evenings,

I wasn't ever supposed to go out.

One day there was no food in.

There was often no food.

I had to give him all the money I earned.

Anyway...

I found two pound coins under the sofa.

I was starving, so I chanced it and went to the shops.

On the way...

I passed a bookmaker's.

Shane was inside,

watching a horse race, getting really excited.

He clearly had a bet on.

I...went home.

When he came back, I challenged him,

said I'd...seen him.

If everything was so secret, so dangerous,

what was he doing in a bookies, etc?

He...

..beat me up.

Fractured my jaw.

When I confronted him...

he had no answer except for violence.

Why didn't you go to the police?

And say what?

I'd been taken for a ride for three years?

I was...

I was embarrassed.

Ashamed, even.

You have ABSOLUTELY nothing to be ashamed of.

Nothing.

Is there anything else you can tell us that might help?

He's vain.

He's a hypochondriac.

Although there's nothing wrong with him except asthma.

The only talent he has is for lying.

We don't even know what he looks like.

I don't suppose you've got a photo of him?

I only found this by accident.

He was really paranoid about having his picture taken.

-Shit!

-What?

We've talked to the neighbours.

-No-one seems to know who lives there.

-All right, there you go.

LOUD THUD

Room clear.

-Room clear.

-Clear.

Room clear.

HE SNIFFS

Can you smell that?

Yeah, bleach.

They've gone.

Nothing. Clean as a whistle, like no-one was ever here.

-Spooked him.

-I told him we were looking for a roadie.

-Shit!

-What?

-Well, who else knows that?

About that part of his life? Georgia does.

And if she's still with him, he might think it was her that tipped us off.

-And if he's violent like this Sophie says...

-You can't assume that.

It's my fault. You said to wait, now he's gone. My fault.

-Guv'nor.

-Yeah.

Someone forgot to turn it on.

Everybody makes mistakes.

-You all right?

-Yeah.

Hey, has Sandra ever been married?

-Sandra? I don't think so, no.

-Don't you know?

-We know she's...

-How long have you worked together?

-Nine years.

-Nine years! And you don't know that about her(!)

-What have you been doing...?

-Two sets of fingerprints. One on record.

A "Barry Flint", who was nicked for burglary 20 years ago in Lincoln.

-Nothing on him since?

-Not in that way, no.

But a year later, in November '93,

his wife Maureen fell down the stairs and broke her neck.

It was Barry who found her

and the coroner said it was a "tragic accident".

BOTH GROAN

Hey, guys, lighten up! You've got something!

You've got a name, a proper ID and a set of prints.

I've had nine years of empty space! We're back in the game here!

No tax record or unemployment benefit for Barry Flint since '98.

DVLA hasn't got a car registered to Barry Flint.

-I can't find him registered to vote either.

-Nah.

No council tax, nothing...

There's nothing at that address in Shepherd's Bush either.

He's got to have a car.

It'll just be under another bloody name.

I'll get on to the National Statistics Office.

Lincolnshire Police had their suspicions about Flint's wife's death

but without anything concrete, they closed the file.

We know he's violent, so he could have killed her?

Quite.

I understand it was Mr McAndrew

who spotted the dishwasher hadn't started?

Yes.

Is he still being very annoying?

I don't know what he's being, he's just odd.

PHONE BEEPS

Lab results are back.

They found two sets of DNA on those plates

-and things out of the dishwasher. One male, one female.

-Georgia's.

No, you can't be certain of that.

I spoke to the National Statistics Office.

There are 42 Barry Flints

registered with various health authorities across the UK.

12 of those are with doctors in London.

But only one of those Barry Flints is asthmatic.

And he's ten minutes away.

No, hang on. After the other day, I don't want to go rushing in again,

so we should put him under surveillance.

We don't have time for that. Mind if I make a suggestion? It's simple.

Hi there, I've got a parcel for Barry Flint.

-Needs a signature.

-I think you've got the wrong address.

No, no, no. Number 24A?

-Is Barry in?

-There's no Barry here.

-Sorry - can I ask who you are?

-It's not Georgia, it's not her.

-No!

It's all right. I'm Detective Superintendent Pullman.

We're looking for the man who lives here.

-Is it Shane you know him as, or Barry?

-That's Daddy.

-Hush! Quiet!

-Is that your Daddy?

No! You leave her alone!

We need to find him. We're worried about another woman he knows.

A woman about your age. You're both in danger.

He said you'd say stuff like this.

He said this is just the thing that you'd say

-to try and get me to talk to you.

-Where is your Daddy, darling?

It's a secret.

The Intelligence Services have run the photo.

They've assured me he's nothing to do with them.

They've no David Morgan, Shane Morrison, Barry Flint or anyone else

resembling him ever having worked for them or under surveillance.

-Any joy with the woman you brought in?

-No.

Whoever he is, he's really put the shits up her.

She's still our best bet. I'm going in there in a minute.

OK.

Ah. How'd it go?

There's a WPC in with the little girl.

The mother's not mad about it but she's calmed down a bit.

She say anything?

Only that they'd been in that place since Christmas.

Oh, and the little girl is called Stevie, after her father apparently.

-Steven Wright.

-Wright! As in Georgia Wright?

He really is a piece of work, isn't he?

Why in God's name did she run off with this bloke?

What did she see in him?

If you're asking me what happened, I'd say...

an immature 17-year-old girl has a row with her boyfriend,

who's also just a kid.

He behaves badly, gives her a slap and off he goes.

Now she's a miserable, vulnerable, 17-year-old.

And in that moment, this guy turns up out of nowhere.

Somebody extraordinary, or so she thinks.

And then...

everything changes.

Steven Wright's real name is Barry Flint.

He was born in Grantham in 1972 and he went to school in Lincoln.

He left home when he was 17, he was married in 1992.

Six months later, he was arrested and convicted of burglary.

Yes, he got off with a suspended sentence. He was lucky.

This is rubbish.

Ten months after that, his wife was discovered

at the foot of the stairs in their house with a broken neck -

-supposedly an accident.

-She wasn't so lucky.

A year later, Barry turned up in Southend,

where he worked as a milkman, a waiter

and a roadie for a DJ.

I'm not stupid.

I know what you really want.

This is exactly how he said it would happen.

That you would lie, invent and then threaten me.

Well, it won't work.

We're looking for a girl called Georgia, Georgia Wright.

She's been missing for nine years and up until last week,

we all thought she was dead.

-But she's not, because she's been living with Steven.

-No.

No, this won't work.

CAR ALARM SOUNDS

Somebody just told me your car alarm's gone off.

-You sure?

-Yeah, go and sort it out if you want.

-I'll sit with her.

-All right.

-OK.

-What colour's that?

-Orange.

-Orange, eh?

-I want my mummy and daddy.

-You and me both, sweetheart.

Do you know where your daddy is?

Can I call daddy? Ask mummy to call him.

Yeah.

OK, I will.

We've spoken to another woman who's also lived with Steven

up until just two years ago.

-In fact, when he was living with you.

-She's called Sophie.

Now, she left him when he assaulted her.

He beat her up because she discovered it was a pack of lies.

All this being a spy, working undercover, price on his head.

Has he hit you, when you've questioned him?

-Has he hit your daughter?

-No, I don't want to hear this.

Mind if I just say something?

You don't want to hear it because that little prick's brainwashed you!

-Get him away from me!

-Steve!

-I've spent the last nine years looking for Georgia.

-This is it!

-This is the threat he told me about!

-Get out!

-Get him away from me!

GET OUT!

-What are you doing?

-CALMLY: I'm sorry about that.

I really thought you wanted to find her?

Well, to do that, I need to find HIM first, don't I?

This is Catherine's mobile. Just borrowed it off her.

What do you mean you "BORROWED" it?

Just now, I lifted it out of her shoulder bag.

Ah, there you go.

Steve.

You're insane.

You must be getting close soon.

-There! There it is!

-Brilliant! How far away is that?

100, maybe 120 yards?

-And he's inside a building.

-You mean the phone is.

Yeah, but it's switched on.

Spot on. That'll do.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Yeah, this is it. You're parked just in front of it.

Yeah.

Yes, modern detached, probably turned into flats.

-It's got "for rent" signs all over it.

-That makes sense.

So what do you want to do?

-Scratch that.

-What is it?

-He's coming up.

Is she with him? Is Georgia with him?

No, he's on his own. He's having a cigarette.

He's heading right towards you.

Yeah, we can see it on the tracker.

Any time you like, I'm on me way.

Hello, Barry.

I'm sorry.

She's gone.

-Where is she?

-I told you, she's gone.

Where? Where has she gone?

I've no idea. I'm sorry.

Barry John Flint, I'm arresting you on suspicion of kidnapping

and the subsequent false imprisonment

of Georgia Joanne Wright, on or about May 6th, 2003.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court.

-Do you believe he doesn't know where Georgia is?

-No.

Do you think she's all right?

What's he being so calm about?

That's a very good question.

He's calm because he knows you've got bugger all on him.

Because he knows you've only got 36 hours

and if he doesn't talk and we can't find her,

-he knows you're going to have to let him go.

-Yeah.

There was a time you only needed five minutes.

For the benefit of the tape, is it correct that you're happy

-to be interviewed without a solicitor present?

-Absolutely.

OK, let me start by asking you when you last saw Georgia Wright?

This morning.

We stayed at the Albemarle Hotel in Shepherd's Bush.

We had breakfast and left about ten o'clock.

Georgia went off on her own around 10.30.

And why was that?

Because she knew you were looking for her

and didn't want to get me into trouble.

I tried to stop her.

Tried to convince her we shouldn't keep hiding

but she was adamant.

-Where did she go?

-I have no idea...

-but I wish I did.

-Really?

Yeah, I didn't want this to carry on the way it has.

I've spent the last three days trying to persuade her

we should come in and talk to you but she wouldn't have it.

Ah, hello, I'm looking for Georgia Wright.

No?

Well, actually I'm an old mate of Barry Flint's?

I was... No.

-All right then, thanks.

-Stop. It's a waste of time.

We've got to try something.

If you do get through and it is her, she's not going to admit it, is she?

He's made sure of that.

One set of keys.

Key to the flat and a car key.

Barry has a car.

Where was it?

No...where is it?

If he's got a car, there's got to be something in it.

Maybe even DNA from Georgia in there.

We could figure out how far he's driven it today,

or there might even be evidence of other women in the car, I don't know.

But it's got to give us something, even if it's just enough

to convince a judge to let you have more time.

Yeah, in the old days it would be five minutes.

You know...

-this is feeling a bit like the old days.

-Yeah.

Tell me what happened when Georgia disappeared?

What do you want to know?

Well, whose idea was it for her to fake her own death?

I have to say it wasn't mine and I deeply regret going along with it.

I thought it was a step too far, but Georgia's...

HE SIGHS

I can't see any BMWs.

Barry gets women to do everything for him.

He leeches off them, he doesn't lift a finger, does no work.

-He's lazy.

-Meaning?

I'd be amazed if he ever walks more than 400 yards.

Ah, shit.

So you're saying it was Georgia's idea to cut herself

and to put blood on her clothes?

I didn't stop her.

I should have done but the fact is...

she's very persuasive.

Very special.

Very...

special.

GERRY GROANS

We could be here all bleeding day.

Then we'll be here all day.

It might not even be here.

Do you think he killed his wife?

I'm trying not to think about it.

So you're saying that you've done nothing to prevent her leaving you?

Absolutely.

Georgia is free to come and go wherever and whenever she chooses.

Always has been.

At least in all the time I've known her.

Up until two days ago,

-you and Georgia shared a flat in Stokeley Gardens.

-Yes.

So why did you make strenuous efforts

to remove all evidence that you'd been there?

That wasn't my idea, that was Georgia's.

I admit, in the end I did help her.

I shouldn't have done, it was a mistake. I'm sorry.

So you're honestly telling me that Georgia doesn't want to be found?

Yes.

Isn't that simply because she's terrified

as a result of all the lies you've told her?

She's afraid that people are out to get you.

To kill you both.

In the beginning I wasn't honest with Georgia, no.

I didn't tell her the truth about myself.

But all that changed.

Within a couple of months I-I stopped lying to her

-and told her everything.

-Really?

-Why was that, then?

-Because I fell in love with her.

I didn't mean to.

Selfishly, I didn't even want to.

It just happened.

I love her.

CAR BEEPS

Steve!

Press it again.

CAR BEEPS

Ho-ho. Nice.

30, 35 grand's worth.

He really is a piece of work, this one, isn't he?

-He certainly is.

-Let's see what we can find.

OK.

Nothing here.

What's this?

-Oh, bullseye!

-That's fantastic!

-Gerry.

-What?

Please don't hurt me.

Georgia.

My name's Steve McAndrew.

I've been looking for you for nine years.

It's all right, Georgia. It's all right.

Listen, don't worry, OK. This is... This is Gerry,

he's from a Metropolitan police squad called UCOS.

They arrested David at two o'clock this afternoon.

The reason I've got his keys is that we were waiting for him

when he went to check out the new flat he was taking you to.

You're trying to trick me.

The flat he rented after you had to leave the one in Stokely Gardens.

The one you scrubbed down with bleach.

The one you left in such a hurry you forgot to turn on the dishwasher.

How else would I know about you and him?

He locked you in here, didn't he?

He locked you in and told you not to move until he came back.

You're going to kill him, aren't you?

No, Georgia, I'm not.

Listen to me, where am I from?

I've come to take you home, darling.

We spoke to Catherine earlier today.

I'm sorry?

Catherine - the mother of your little girl.

She thinks you're called Steven Wright.

So does your daughter.

So you lied to them, just like you lied to Georgia.

Here.

What are you doing?

-I'm giving you the keys. You can go.

-What are you playing at?

I'm letting her go.

She's over 18, she can do what she wants.

Go on drive off, go on.

I can't drive.

He really did a number on you, didn't he?

-You just want to see him, don't you?

-Aye.

Yeah.

OK.

I'll take you to him.

-I'll phone the Guv'nor.

-Yeah, sure.

But don't let her tell Barry Flint that we've got Georgia.

He mustn't know. Trust me.

Trust you? I've only known you five minutes.

You lied to all these women to get them into bed,

get them to live with you, give all their money to you.

Are you telling me you've never lied to a woman to get what you want?

Yes, I constructed a fantasy.

Which they believed in totally

because they wanted to.

Because it was exciting...

thrilling...

romantic.

And it made them feel alive.

I told you, Georgia was different.

Is different.

I love her.

I even offered to marry her.

She said, "No."

Interview suspended at 5.07PM.

DOOR SLAMS

Well, he's right.

We can't do him for just lying,

not least because half the time I'm like all these other women.

I don't know when he's telling the truth and when he isn't.

If he's never physically prevented anyone from leaving, then...

We'd have a problem. The CPS definitely would.

Gerry. They've found her.

Got ya!

Come on, Georgia, it's all right. Come on.

-Is David here?

-Of course he is, I swear.

I swear on my son's life, come on.

He's just through here, go on.

Just wait there a second, sweetheart.

Where's Mum?

Sweetheart...

Interview with Barry Flint recommenced at 5.55PM.

Detective Superintendent Sandra Pullman and Brian Lane

having re-entered the room.

May I remind you, Mr Flint, that you are still under caution.

I understand.

You say Georgia's special to you.

Very, she's the love of my life.

And there have been a few.

No, I like women. Love them. But none like Georgia.

OK.

Let's talk about some of the other women that you've deceived

during the past nine years or so.

Sophie Thomas, Catherine Hendry,

several more, probably.

Am I correct in thinking that you met them all the same way,

-at university dances?

-Yes.

And you told all of them the same story -

that you were a British secret agent in fear for his life?

-Yes.

-Which is a lie.

And which I regret.

So what happened when they found out that you'd lied?

What did they do?

-They walked out.

-What else?

-What do you mean?

-Well, that's not all, is it?

There weren't just words, were there?

Certainly not as far as Sophie's concerned.

No.

-She was very angry.

-SHE was angry!

Barry, you put her in hospital.

You broke her jaw.

You punched her so hard it had to be wired back together.

But then you just don't need a woman to leave you to be violent, do you?

I mean, when was the last time you hit Catherine?

Barry?

Care to answer the question?

I'm trying to help you.

I've told you everything you've asked.

Now you're just saying things for the sake of it.

I don't know why, but I think you're being unfair.

We've found her.

I'm sorry?

We found her.

Oh, very good.

What is?

Nice try.

36 hours, is that what you're banking on?

String it out for a day and a half and then you can just walk out

-and go back to where you left her?

-I'm sorry, I'm not with you.

No...

SHE is.

Now you don't know whether I just made that up, do you?

You just don't know.

So tell me...

..Barry, Dave, Steve, Shane, how does it feel?

I mean, for all you know she could be the other side of that glass,

watching, listening to every word you've said.

You can't bear it, can you?

You just can't bear it.

-Bear what?

-A man like me.

Being in control.

Having power.

Deep down, you and I know that's what you want, isn't it?

All of you. You...

Catherine, Sophie, Georgia.

You want it.

You need it.

You're desperate for it.

And what about Stevie...

your daughter.

When you hit her, your five-year-old child,

does she want it? Is she desperate for it?

You know what really gets me, Barry?

Is that you could leave Georgia alone in that car

and you know that 36 hours later she'll still be there,

too afraid to move. What a man.

-GEORGIA:

-I asked if I could get a secret message to my parents.

just to let them know I was alive.

He said, "No."

He said it was

safer for everyone if they actually believed that I was dead.

I'm so sorry.

Ssh! Ssh, sweetheart, It's OK. It's all right.

We did know.

Somehow...

somewhere...

we always knew.

All the money I got, I gave to him.

Everything.

Sometimes, when I couldn't get work, I was so scared I'd steal.

Little things. Bits of money even.

Am I in trouble for that?

No, no, you're not in trouble.

I'm so sorry.

You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about.

What will you do to him?

Don't you worry about that.

Why don't you go and get something to eat.

I've organised food for you in the canteen.

Oh, cheers.

Come on, love.

I'll see you later.

-Well done.

-Thanks.

-See you later.

She's right, though.

What will we do to him?

Come on, we can't just let him just walk. This guy's a monster!

There has to be something.

The money.

So sorry to have kept you waiting, just needed to check something.

And as a result of new information that's come to light,

Barry John Flint, I am arresting you

-on suspicion of living off immoral earnings.

-What?

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence...

You can't charge me with that.

Where'd you get this load of shit from?

Are you listening to me? HE GASPS

Oh, dear, that looks bad. What is it, asthma?

It's often brought on by stress, you know?

Horrible illness.

You need looking after, son.

What'll happen now?

Well, we wait while our people get their evidence together.

Then we wait a bit more for the legal team to do their thing.

And then wait a bit more for a trial date to be set.

Will he go down, do you think?

Kidnapping and false imprisonment? Arguable.

But the money thing shook him. He didn't see that coming.

And will Georgia have to...

-give evidence?

-I will, I want to.

-Will you be there?

-I should bloody well hope so.

-Thank you.

-OK.

-Cheers, pal, keep the faith.

-Bye-Bye.

-Thanks.

-Bye, Ken.

You all right, darling?

I'll be back in a minute.

Ken.

It's going to take a while for her to come to terms with all this.

She's going to need some help.

-Morning, Guv.

-All right.

-OK.

-All right.

I'll give you a call when I get back, OK?

Steve, it's been a joy and a delight.

-Oh, come here.

-People will talk.

They will if I stay down here much longer!

I'll end up bloody miserable like you lot.

Nah, it's been brilliant actually.

Thanks for your help, Steve.

-Nah. Piece of pi... pleasure.

-Keep tumbling.

Sip it. All the best, Brian.

And you.

-See you around.

-Ta-ra.

-Steve.

-Yeah.

How long is it exactly since you retired?

Five years. Why?

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