(phone ringing) - Morning, Jane.
Ta, love.
(distant chatter) (phone ringing) - [Bradfield] And I want uniforms knocking on doors.
Someone knows who she is.
- [Sergeant] Right.
Ah, Tennison.
About bloody time.
- Four quid sitting in her pocket, so I'm ruling out robbery.
- [Sergeant] The note's been sent to the lab for prints.
(cutlery clinking) - We need a name for our girl.
That's our priority.
DS Lawrence noticed track marks on her arms.
Old ones.
- Addict?
- [Bradfield] Former, by the looks of her.
- I'll start with drug dependency units, see if they know her.
- How was she killed?
- [Sergeant] WPC Tennison, you're testing my patience today.
- [Bradfield] It's all right.
If you must know, the victim was strangled.
- With her own bra.
(ambulance siren) - [Sergeant] That will be all.
- Yes, Sergeant.
(distant laughter) - [Sergeant] Tennison!
- Am I in trouble again, Sarge?
- [Sergeant] Not yet.
I need you to join CID for the house-to-house at the Kingsmead and Pembridge estates.
- Has she done any foot patrol there before?
- You worried they'll eat her alive?
Posh sort like her?
- No.
I didn't mean-- - I'm sure I'll be able to handle it, sir.
- She's sure she'll be able to handle it, sir.
Five minutes, front of station.
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