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DEEP END : Part 1
Eddie's giving Dave a lift to work in his new car. Dave, however, is paying more attention to an attractive female cyclist behind them. Eddie pulls up near the station so it's not nicked and opens the door. The cyclist doesn't have time to swerve and falls off her bike.
"Are you alright?" asks Ed.
"You could have killed me! You didn't even look you total arsehole!" She doesn't seem too pleased. Polly, Vicky and George arrive to find out what's going on.
"I looked. What about my car?"
"What about my bike? You'll going to have to pay for the damage."
"Oh, no way!"
"Right," she gets out her warrant card. "I'm a police officer."
"Yeah. Well so am I, as it happens."
"You two haven't met then?" interrupts Polly.
"Hello, Polly," the new arrival says.
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"Huh?"
"Rosie Fox, this is PC Eddie Santini. She's our new transfer," Polly introduces them.
"Oh, excellent! I'm Dave Quinnan," chuckles Dave. "You alright, Rosie?"
"Yeah," she answers examining the grazes.
"That looks like a nasty graze, Rose," says Polly.
"Here, let me take your bike for you, Rosie," offers George.
"Prat!" she hisses at Ed. Dave just walks off laughing.
A man's walking his dog near the Millennium Dome. Just then, his dog finds a woman's body. It looks like it's been washed up by then Thames.
"So what's her background then, Sarge?" Dave asks.
"Five years in the West End, after doing M.A. at Cambridge," Matt Boyden tells him.
"In what?" Ed asks.
"Religious Studies." Boyden doesn't sound too impressed.
"So who's she going out with?" Dave seems rather enthusiastic.
"I thought Eddie could do the honours."
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Boyden walks off to check on Rosie, who's filling in forms in his office. "All done?"
"Yes, Sarge."
"Do you fancy go out for a drink after the shift?"
Rosie looks rather uncomfortable. "I've got a kind of rule about going out with colleagues. It can get very complicated. So..."
"It's up to you."
"Thanks, anyway." She hurries out of the office, flicking her hair to one side.
"Forget it."
The women are gossiping in the locker room.
"The lads are already squabbling over who gets first shot at her," laughs Poll.
"She's not that stunning," says Vicky.
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"Oh, yes she is," Debbie comments.
"And clever too," adds Polly.
"Must be fit, with all that cycling," ponders Jamilla.
"Gives you a very big bum!" Vicky remarks bitchily, just as Rosie comes through the door.
"Hi, are there showers in here?"
"Down the corridor," Vicky puts on a sweet smile.
"Thanks."
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Vicky and Polly arrive by the river, closely followed by Dave. Polly checks her pulse, whilst Vicky does mouth-to-mouth and Dave does the chest compressions. The ambulance arrives shortly after, but they're too late.
Eddie and Rosie arrive at another call.
"I'll, er, pay for the bike."
"It's okay. I've got a spare wheel. I can probably fix it myself."
"It's up to you. Sgt. Boyden was telling us about the M.A. and all that. So, you religious?"
"No, I was into the philosophy and psychology of religion, more than the practice." It seems lost on Eddie. "What are you interested in?"
"Oh, you know. The kind of things thick people like: cars, football, sex."
"Right"
"I'll go first, Rosebud."
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"Rosie's fine."
"Fine." It's going to be a long day!
Inside three men are arguing. One's old, one's tall, and the other's short. "You can't walk in here, telling me who I can and can't employ," the old man tells the short one.
"He's a danger to everybody in the community!"
"Oh, he's driving a delivery van."
"I've got a right to do a job!" yells the tall guy.
"Not in Sunhill you haven't!" The short man lunges for the tall one, just as Eddie arrives and separates them.
"Alright. What's going on? Which one of you's Mr. Broom?"
"Me," pipes up the old guy. "This nutter is trespassing." He indicates Shorty. "Plus he has threatened me and my employee, Mr Cookson, here."
"So what's the problem, Mr...?"
"Piper," Mr Broom answers. "He wants locking up. That's his problem."
"Now I'm glad you're here," begins Piper, and points to Cookson. "This piece of filth murdered my son, and destroyed my whole family, and I want something done about it!"
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The F.M.E. has arrived to take a look at the body, along with Sgt. Ackland and a guy from the River Police. They guess that she hasn't been there long, and probably jumped from a bridge near Brim Street. They also notice she's a heroin addict, by the needle marks on her arm, and has a little tattoo on her ankle.
"Expensive clothes, though," notices Vicky.
"I hate suicides," remarks Polly.
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"I was nineteen. I got needled into a knife fight with his fourteen-year-old. Vicious little nutter! He died. I got life," Cookson explains to Eddie. Rosie's been left to deal with an irate Mr Piper.
"So you're out on license?"
"Yeah." Cookson asks Ed if there's anything he can do to get Piper off his case.
"Why stick it around here? Go somewhere else."
"Why should I?"
Ed asks Mr Broom for a quiet word. "You keeping him on?"
"Yeah."
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"Could be aggravation."
"I'm not doing it out of charity. I've got a lot on, plus he doesn't mind what I pay him."
"Right."
Rosie, Mr Piper and Mr Cookson come to join them.
"I think these gentlemen have calmed down, yes?" says Rosie. Cookson and Piper agree. Ed warns them that they could both be arrested if they waste any more police time. The two men leave. "I hope they were listening," mutters Rosie.
"I'm sure I would if I was him."
"Anything at the bridge?" Sgt. Ackland asks Vicky and Polly.
"No."
"Right, you better inform CID."
"We better check the 584s first," suggests Poll. "I wonder how Eddie's getting on with Rose."
"Heard about your body," George joins them.
"Closer you'll ever get," smiles Vicky.
"Listen, how's Eddie and Rosie getting on then?"
"Hasn't anyone got anything else to talk about."
"They should bring back the death penalty for murderers," states Ed. (Yes, I know it's ironic!)
"It doesn't work in the States," reasons Rosie.
"Septics are different."
"Septics?"
"Septic tank - yank. Suppose they didn't teach you slang at Cambridge." Rosie just glares at him. They get a call over the radio. Cookson and Piper are fighting again, this time outside a primary school. "You're little chat must have been dead effective then."
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Rod arrives in CID for a gossip with Don Beech and Tom Proctor. "Have either of you seen the new WPC, yet?" Tom has, but Don hasn't.
"Good or bad?"
"Totally edible!" is Rod's reply.
Liz Rawton overhears them. "Are you talking about Rosie Fox?"
"Yeah, why? You know her?"
"Yeah, I do actually. I did a course with her a couple of years ago. And no, I'm not going to give you her telephone number."
"I'll get it from CAD then," Rod tells her.
"And I'll get it from you," Don laughs.
Polly and Vicky walk in. "Liz, you got a second?"
"Yeah course."
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"Did you fill out a 584 form, on Tracy Keller?" asks Vicky.
"Yeah, about a week ago. She was friendly with an ex-informant of mine."
"We've just pulled a girl out of the river who fits the description," Polly tells her.
"Mine was a junkie. Good looking. Had a little flower tattooed on her ankle."
"Yeah." Looks like they've got a match.
At the primary school, Eddie gets the fun job of separating Cookson and Piper. Piper's been in the school telling the staff that they've got a child murderer delivering their supplies. "You, over here!" Ed orders Piper.
Cookson just gets back in his van. "Do you want Mr Piper charged with assault," asks Rosie.
"No. It'd just make things worse."
"Wouldn't it be easier if you set up in a different area away from all this."
"I was born in Sunhill," whines Cookson.
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"Mr Piper told me your family moved away."
"No, not moved away. Died, in a car accident. I wasn't allowed out for the funeral."
"Well if your family's gone there's even less reasons..."
"No, you don't understand. I was nineteen. They stuck me away in a box for thirty years. Just left me. My folks died, my friends stopped visiting. It's like...it's like getting invisible." It's hard to tell whether Rosie's particularly moved by his sob story. "I'm alright in the van. I'm on my own, but I'll go places I know, see the odd face I recognize. I mean, it's a dump, but it's the only place anyone ever knew I existed. "
"Why should I make it easy for him?" Eddie's not having much luck with Piper.
"Look I can understand how you feel. If it was me and my family I wouldn't want him around either." Piper suggests that Eddie could do something about it. "Just let it go. Go home. Last warning." As Piper leaves, Rosie approaches.
"I don't think he deserves what he's getting."
"Yeah, he only murdered someone. My heart bleeds for him."
"He's paid for it," Rosie argues.
"Not yet. He's on license. All he has to do is lose it once with Piper and they could have him straight back inside." Eddie clearly thinks that it would be better for everyone if that did happen.
"Whatever he did, he's still got rights, Eddie." They get back in the car.
"Oh what's that. Something you learned at the university?" He starts to drive away.
"Is the chip on you shoulder permanent or do you take it off on rest days?"
"Don't what you're talking about."
"I would have thought you've enough trouble understanding!"
"Bog off!"
"I've enough trouble communicating as well!" Eddie brings the car to a sudden halt.
"You want to be careful, Rosebud!" Eddie warns her aggressively.
"Yeah, and why's that." Rosie doesn't look quite as confident.
"Being a smug, stuck up cow doesn't impress me and I'll doubt it'll make you too many friends on the team either."
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