Thorne: Scaredy Cat Page #2

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Sorry, I thought

you were planning on jumping.

What are you still doing here?

I'm not paying overtime. Hm.

I'm going out to forget about

Charlie and his mum tonight

so I can come back tomorrow

and think about them again.

What about you?

I'll see you tomorrow.

I heard you were difficult.

# Went out one night

for to make a little round

# I met my little Sadie

and I shot her down

# Went back home and I got into bed,

.44 pistol under my head

# Wake up next morning

'bout half past nine

# The hacks and the buggies

all standing in line

# The gents and the gamblers

standing all around

# Taking little Sadie

to her burying ground

# Then I begin to think

of what a deed I'd done

# I grabbed my hat and away I run

# I made a good run

but a little too slow

# They overtook me in Jericho

# I was standing on a corner

reading a bill

# When up stepped the sheriff

from Thomasville

# He says, "Young man,

ain't your name Brown?"

# "Remember the night

you shot Sadie down?"

# That judge and jury

that took their stand

# The judge had the papers

in his right hand

# 41 days and 41 nights

# 41 years to wear

the ball and the stripes #

How did you get in here? Front desk

said you were working late.

For a change.

Yeah. What do you want?

Had a bit of a busy day.

Something about these women

is bugging me.

What? It's not one of your hunches,

is it?

We all know where

they can lead us to, don't we?

Can I take another look?

No, you can't.

I'm not doing those kinds of favours

for you any more.

Don't you understand?

How many more times? I f***ed up

and I said I'm sorry!

I thought we were through this!

We've missed something.

Yeah? What did we miss? You know?

Hey, if you want to get a look at

their entrails, come back tomorrow.

It's driving me mad. I've looked at

every unsolved murder in ten years.

I've widened the parameters. Luton,

Chelmsford, Bromley, the suburbs.

Every pair of unsolved murders

on the same day. Nothing!

Yeah, well, murder in the suburbs

technically isn't murder at all.

It's a justifiable reaction

to aesthetic deprivation and golf.

I need your help on this, Phil.

Please.

Only unsolved murders, you said.

Yeah, why? The police are capable

of charging the wrong man.

You know.

January, maybe February. Two women,

both stabbed the same day.

One was done and dusted.

They charged the guy before

I finished my postmortem.

Yeah. February 15. Jana Lovik. 22.

Stabbed outside a cinema in Ealing.

Single stab wound.

Bladed penetrated the heart.

And the other victim?

Fiona Hutchinson.

What?

25. Found Thames Barrier Park.

23 separate knife wounds.

Partial decapitation.

Case still open. Yeah, I know.

No arrests.

One a vicious attack,

the other a single knife wound.

One savage, one not,

like those two in there.

Knives used - similar.

Neither ever found.

They charged Jana Lovik's boyfriend.

Arrested Stansted Airport

same night.

Always the boyfriend, lazy bastards.

Who was the arresting officer?

Tughan. You're joking?

I suppose it's not impossible to get

from Woolwich to Ealing in that time

Why would he do that?

Not he, they. Two killers.

Two pairs of victims, same methods,

same day. That's the pattern.

Serial killers don't work together.

These ones do.

Look at the state of the place since

I've gone. How you going? Good, sir.

Get yourself a tie, young man.

You're a police officer.

Micky, how's the kids?

Youngest one well? Good, fantastic.

The Lovik case is done and dusted.

It's as tight as a camel's arse.

Pavel Kozinski, the boyfriend.

He's on remand.

They had a steaming row in front of

20 witnesses, immortalised on CCTV,

ten minutes later,

she's found dead in the alley.

It's always the boyfriend. No, not

always. But in this case it was.

He said he left her by the cinema.

When he returned she was dead.

"Oh, my girlfriend's been stabbed.

What shall I do? Call am ambulance?"

"No, I'll get on a Squeezy Jet

at Stansted

in case someone thought it was me

that done it!"

Even his brief was blushing.

I don't think he did do it. No. For

you to be right, I have to be wrong.

Tom's got a theory. Yeah, I heard

it. You said. Double trouble.

Venables and Thompson, Brady and

Hindley, Harris and Klebold.

Ant and Dec, Robson and Jerome,

Donny and Marie,

Mike and Bernie f***ing Winters!

You got any evidence, Tom?

Nah. You don't need evidence.

You're Tom Thorne.

Pavel said he thought she was seeing

someone else. All in his head!

The cinema manager said he saw a guy

hanging around, looking scared.

No, he said he looked nervous.

We looked into it. Dead end.

This guy? Yeah, that's him.

Mr Nobody Knows.

Is that it, Ruth? Is that why

you dragged me across London?

This isn't your e-fit.

This guy we think killed a prostitute

at St Pancras four days ago.

This is your e-fit.

Kevin, you're head of SED 1 West.

It's your jurisdiction.

This is your call.

My call for what? I'd like

to re-interview Pavel Kozinski.

Sir.

I don't have anything to hide.

You argued with Jana because you

thought she was seeing someone else?

I know she was. I told him.

Bollocks.

We looked into it.

There wasn't anybody else.

Why are you so sure

she was seeing someone else?

She wanted to break up with me.

I didn't want to lose her.

So you killed her? Mr Tughan.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Do you recognise this man, Pavel?

He showed me that. I don't know him.

See, the thing is, there was

no defence wounds on Jana,

which suggests it was someone

she knew, which is you -

I don't know this man.

OK.

So you had a fight, you went away

and then you came back. Why?

I wanted to say sorry.

To make it alright.

People said you were shouting

in her face, saying, um...

"Dziwka." What's that?

Whore.

I didn't kill her.

Dziwka. I must remember that.

It'll come in handy.

What about their other friends?

People at the church?

She wasn't seeing anyone else.

She wanted to get away

from that jealous f***er.

By all accounts, she was a decent

girl. She worked, slept and prayed.

What about the people at work? Tom,

the man who did it is right there.

She worked at a hotel, yeah?

You mind if I dig around?

If you like.

You know, I can't imagine it.

To lose it that much that you take

another human being's life.

But it does happen

every now and again.

Thank you.

Fiona Hutchinson.

Her run took east past

the Albert Dock and back here.

Every Sunday, same time, same route.

It could've been a chance encounter

or he could've scoped her. (sniffs)

You look like sh*t.

Thank you!

Do you have a problem with the way

I look? Not if you turn up on time.

You are with us, though, yeah?

Where was the body found?

Just down there.

No witnesses.

Three degrees on a dank Sunday in

February. Hardly a tourist Mecca.

What about the CCTV?

Er, the entrance, the cafe.

But very little of the park

is actually covered.

We've got her coming in

but that's it.

We're hardly likely

to have her coming out, are we?

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