All language subtitles for Law . Order UK - 06x06 - Dawn Till Dusk.IS.English.HI

In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented by

two separate, yet equally
important groups:

The police,
who investigate crime,

and the Crown prosecutors,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

[ Cell door clangs ] ♪
♪

[ Clock ticking ]

Man: How many
weeks now?

Three. Or four,

depending upon which
midwife you talk to.

It's your first, isn't it?

Yeah, little boy.

Where are you having him?

Oh, College Hospital, in town.

Well, word of advice, son...

when they offer her
drugs, say yes.

When we had Flavia,
my wife wanted

a birthing pool, whale music.

First contraction,
her face turns red,

her back arches,

she let out a howl
I swear was not human.

Cheers.
I'll remember that.

Hmm, talking about
saying yes to drugs...

you okay there, sir?

Yeah, fine.

Do you think maybe there was

an office party last night?

Well, if there was,
this one's had

enough time to sleep it off.

Sir, you need to move your car.

Cockadoodle doo!
Rise and shine!

Bloody hell!

Square Mile.

God, look at me.
I'm still shaking.

Yeah, well, take it easy.

You said you'd
I.D.ed him.

Yeah, according to the license,

he's one Derek Strachan.

Not a robbery, though.
Still had 80 quid in it.

Right. Did anyone see anything
at all, do you know?

Mr. Clive Cooke,
here,

missed the last tube home.

Right. Hello, Mr. Cooke.
Celebrating something, sir?

Yeah, the firm had
closed a big deal.

I was dancing on the
desk, one minute.

The next thing I know,
I'm waking up

in a stationery cupboard

and everyone's gone home.

What time was that?

The sun was just coming up,

so... late.

Well, some would call it
early, wouldn't they, sir?

Detectives!

Just hang on for me,
though, please.

All right, Pete?

What you got?

Looks like he had company.

Or a secret he only
shared at weekends.

No, there's a blouse
here as well,

couple of buttons ripped off.

Maybe he got a bit rough,
she didn't like it.

What, and then produced a gun?

Beats pepper spray.

Wound size looks too
small for a pistol.

Maybe an air gun?

Maybe.

However, a half-naked woman
running through London

shouldn't take long to find.

You're not wrong.

And, in this weather,

I hope he had warm hands.

[ cell door clangs ] ♪
♪

[ Clock ticking ]

Her name's Louise Dawson.

She claims this was her
first date with Strachan.

Blimey. I hope she
didn't want a second.

Well, she ran
to Smithfield's market

because she knew
there'd be people there.

Oh, I can imagine what
a half-naked woman did

- for trade this morning.
- Just get her story.

I'm going to try and contact
Strachan's next of kin.

Dawson: [Crying] I'd
seen him a few times,

serving us drinks
at Asia Fusion.

It's a bar near where I work.

He seemed nice.

But not nice enough
to take him home, eh?

I don't live alone.

What do you mean, Louise?

What, you have a dog?

I have a boyfriend.

We're both working
through some issues.

Your boyfriend
the jealous type?

Not anymore.

What are you saying?

[ Scoff ] God, it wasn't him!

You any idea
who it might've been?

No!
Some bloke just...

[Sniffle] Shot Derek
from across the road.

Sam: Okay.

Louise, would you
mind sitting with one

of our officers?
He can help you

put together an efit of
the man who shot Derek.

Looks like Harry Hill.

I'll ring his agent,
have him arrested.

Excellent.
Case closed.

I'll tell Derek's family.

Ange, how you getting on?

Hundreds of CCTV cameras,
but they belong

to loads of different
private businesses.

Trying to get hold of it all

is going to take
the rest of the day.

It's one of the busiest
parts of London

and no one sees a man
get shot in a car?

That time in the morning,
Guv, the place is deserted.

Means we're going to
have to get out there

and pound some pavement.

[ Cell door clangs ] ♪
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[ Clock ticking ]

Derek left
about 2:00, 2:30.

Was he alone?

No. No, he hooked up
with this city chick.

And the manager's happy
to let him just

clock off when he wants, yeah?

Yeah, he knows how it works.

Look, there's a lot of rich,

attractive city girls
round here,

need to let off steam
once in a while.

You're quite happy
to be the, uh,

pressure valve?

We all are.

If one of us gets a hit,

we cover for each other.

Look, I'm not
traveling the world

for the cultural experience.

Just the wine, women,
and song, yeah?

Eh, don't judge me.
At least I'm single.

Meaning what?

Derek. He's got
a girlfriend.

Chloe,

we found Derek in his car.

Must've been on his way home.

[ Running footsteps upstairs ]

Yeah, he wasn't alone.

He wasn't cheating on me.

He wouldn't do that to me.

[ Shudder ]

I think maybe sometimes
it's possible

that Derek wasn't

completely honest with you.

Yeah.

[Crying] I thought
it was just a phase.

He didn't love any of them.

He loved me.

He would've stopped,

once we got engaged.

He would've.

[ Sniffle ]

Yeah, absolutely.

I'm sure you're right.

I think Chloe's just hurt.

Derek Strachan might've
been young and stupid,

but I don't think
she'd have him shot

for it, that's for sure.

All right, who else
is going to be

knocking around the Square Mile

at that time in the morning?

I dunno.

Late-night office do,
celebrating a big deal.

What about our man in
the stationery cupboard?

Clive Cooke?

Yeah.

Maybe he wasn't the only one

that missed the last tube home.

[ Cell door clangs ] ♪
♪

[ Clock ticking ]

We'd just secured a deal

that should see us
through the next year.

I thought everyone deserved
to let their hair down.

What time did you
leave the party?

Just before 4:00? I was
in a cab at quarter past.

Company commercial PR work
means sometimes living

on a couple of hours'
sleep a night.

And do you use
a regular cab rank?

There's one near
Liverpool Street Station.

I walked there.

And did you see or hear
anything unusual?

No, sorry.
Can't say I did.

Have you ever seen this man?

Not last night.

But you have seen him?

Yes. He followed me a few weeks
ago when I was heading home.

I thought he was a pervert,

so I confronted him,

got ready to do
some serious damage

with a stiletto.

What did he do?
Run a mile, I bet.

Yes, as a matter
of fact, he did.

Jumped into a Mondeo, drove
straight through a red light.

Clearly had no idea
what he'd taken on.

No, clearly not.

Thank you.

Yes, thank you, miss Hayes.

If you want to know
anything else,

detective, just call me.

Ronnie: She'd eat you
for breakfast.

Yeah, and I'd let her.

[ Car alarm chirps ]

We must get Ange

to add those traffic cameras

on her list.

There's got to be
thousands of Mondeos

in London.

Hopefully, one of them, though,

has just jumped a red light.

Ohh.

Dispatcher: Lima one,
Lima three! Disturbance

at 312 Prospect Place DC2,
fifth floor.

Do you speak police?

Lima one, Lima one.
Lima three, respond.

Is that near here?

I'll tell you what...
it's literally

just round the corner
there. Come on.

Excuse me.
Sorry.

It's the cavalry, love.

Oh, come on.

What floor was it?

Uh, I think she said the fifth.

I thought she said 15th.

No, I think it was the fifth.

Stairs.

I hope to God I'm right.

Come on, Ronnie!

[ Shouting ]

Fifth floor, it is.

Thank God for that!

Oi! Oi!

Get back!

Who the hell are you?!
Get off me!

Get back, sir.
Step away and calm down.

We are police officers.

I need you to calm down.

Hello, sir. Hello, sir.
Can you hear me?

Can you call an ambulance,
please, love.

He's still breathing.

Why did he stab you, mister...?

Roach. I'm Abraham Roach
and he's...

he's my brother, Carl.

Your brother stabbed you?

Yeah, so I hit him
with the nearest thing

I could get my hands on.

Which was what?

That paperweight there.

Okay. Well, once
that's stitched,

you're going to have to
come down the station

and make a statement.

I was just defending myself.

How is he?

Your brother's on his
way to St. John's.

He's critical, but stable.

Okay. Tommy,
sorry to ask you.

Happy to be the officer in
charge for me here, please?

Well, just this once, Ron.

Email me your witness
statements through

as soon as you can...
I'll take it from there, okay?

Thanks, Tommy.
Appreciate that.

I owe you one.

Just that I've
got to be clocked out

by 6:00,
at the latest.

Oh, yeah?
Have a date, do we?

I do, indeed.

With a leather chair

in the director's box
at Upton Park.

How'd you swing that?

Friends who know
friends, you know.

More to the point,
why'd you swing that?

See, that's totally
unnecessary, isn't it?

Voice: Doors closing.

You boys leave a city DC to
mop up a job this morning?

Uh, yeah, why?

Just a family argument
went a bit wonky.

Well, they're pushing
for it to come over here

and you're going to
have to investigate.

No, look, if I leave this
paperwork any longer, Guv,

I won't be able to see
the dartboards.

Just two brothers having a row.
Why do we have to get involved?

Because Carl Roach, the
brother with the head wound,

died when he reached
the hospital

and that makes it murder

and that puts it on your desk.

It was self-defense.

My client doesn't need
to say anything more here.

Well, no, you're right,
he doesn't need to,

but Mr. Roach
has admitted

attacking his brother
with a weapon.

What, a paperweight?

A heavy, metal
paperweight, which,

according to witnesses,
your client brought down

on his brother's head
"with great force."

I urge you not to say anything.

No, I want to.

Carl and I run

an office catering company,

corporate clients.

It's been...

Faltering these last few months

and I done a deal
with a bigger company

to buy us out.

We would've lost
a little money,

but most of the staff

would've kept their jobs.

He thought I'd betrayed him,

betrayed everyone.

So what happened this morning?

He found out

and he came at me
with a letter opener,

stabbed me in the shoulder.

[ Crying ]

I grabbed the nearest thing.

[ Crying ]
And I... I hit him.

See, gentlemen?

Self-defense.

[ Sobbing ] Oh, God.

I killed my own brother.

[ Cell door clangs ] ♪
♪

[ Clock ticking ]

It's a cab rank.

Well, near
Liverpool Street, yeah.

Well, just if you
can get me a list of

any regular cabbies that
use it, that'd be great.

Cath?

Hey, Sam.
What are you up to?

Uh, I'm at work.

No, that's fine, thank you.

Yeah, I'm quite busy,
as it goes.

So who's going to
have Ben tonight?

I can't look after Ben tonight.
I've already said.

If you can get it, email it to
me, that'd be great, thanks.

Well, two murder cases,
for a start.

[Sternly] Sam.
Hang on.

Hello? Yeah, I'm going to
put you on hold.

Cath. Cath!
Look, we need to sort this.

Cath, I've got to go.
Don't you hang up.

Trouble and strife?

She can't expect me
to drop everything

whenever she needs
a babysitter.

Angela: I've just had
a call from Camden.

They've got a Roland
Hextor at their station.

Do we know a Roland Hextor?

Well, he drives
a blue Ford Mondeo

and he's just gone
through a red light

near Camden Loch.

If you tell me he's got
thick-rimmed glasses, Ange,

you can come to the
West Ham match tonight.

Well, he has got
thick-rimmed glasses,

actually, but you're
all right, ta.

I don't understand.
This is for a red light?

No.

Mr. Hextor,
we're here

to talk to you about a murder.

Well, I haven't seen
anything... I'd remember.

Did no one at Camden station

explain why we
wanted to see you?

No.

Right.

Well, you see, Roland, we
don't think you're a witness.

We're arresting you
on suspicion of

the murder of Derek Strachan.

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

your defense if you do not
mention, when questioned,

something which you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

We can call you a solicitor,
if you don't have one.

I haven't done anything.

Right, were you anywhere near
bank station last night?

No, why would I be?

Someone matching your
description was seen there.

Well, it wasn't me.

Can you tell us where you were?

That's none of your business.

It would help you,

if you gave us an alibi.

I haven't killed anyone
and you've no right

to ask me about
my private life.

Article 8 of the European
Convention on Human Rights.

I think a murder inquiry
trumps the EU conventions.

I'm not telling you
where I was.

Do you recognize that man?

No.

He was shot this morning

and a witness tells us
that someone...

once again, matching
your description...

pulled the trigger.

I want that solicitor now.

Sam: All we've
really got him on

is a traffic offense.

So let's organize
an I.D. parade.

I'll get Louise Dawson back in.

We can search Hextor's address,

if you give us
a Section 18, Guv.

Consider it done.

You may mock, sunshine,

but we were in
the F.A. Cup finals

recently as 2006.

Really?

Yeah, really.
And I was there.

Me and 70,000 others.

Millennium Stadium,
Cardiff, mate.

One of the greatest cup finals

of all time, they reckon.

That right?
Yeah, that is right.

And we was winning,
3-2,

right until the last minute.
Stevie Gerard scored from 30 yards.

Takes it to extra time.

By the time penalties
come, I'd lost me voice.

Ronnie. Oh, I know... you
wish I'd lost me voice now.

- Ronnie.
- What?

To own an air pistol
today without a license,

it can't have more than
6 foot-pounds muzzle energy.

Change in '88,
after Hungerford.

So if it's more than
that, it's illegal.

If it's less
than that, it's not.

But if it is less,
you wouldn't be able

to shoot someone
from across the road

and kill them, would you?

No, but this looks quite old,

so if it predates
the '88 law change,

it could be a lot
more powerful.

How much more?

It's not going to go
through bone,

but it could do some serious
damage to the internal organs.

You know, Derek Strachan
was shot through

the left-hand side of
the head, in the temple.

Then it's part of the skull,

vulnerable soft tissue beneath.

Yeah, this could kill.

Right. When will
you know for sure?

Once I get the pellet back from the PM.
Should be here any minute.

Well, if we've got
a match, we're game on.

If you can get a match.

Mr. Hextor's not the
only person in London

to own an air pistol.

Well, no, that's true,
but, then, we have

witness statements,
we have the gun.

I'd say the evidence
is beginning

- to pile up, wouldn't you?
- Witness statements?

What, like the I.D.
parade I just watched?

It might be him. Then
again, it might not.

Well, Mr. Hextor
does have

pretty distinctive features.

He drives a blue Mondeo.

Carlton: As do
thousands of others.

This is all circumstantial.

Hate to say it, but he's right.

Don't you start.

[ Knock-knock ]
Detective Inspector,

you are going to
want to read this.

Carlton: All he's really
done is jumped a red light.

Hardly a case for the
Major Investigations Unit.

Sam: But he is a suspect
in a murder inquiry.

Shit!

Now, if he could just tell us

where he was this morning...

My client has no comment
to make on that subject.

Stop the interview.

Interview terminated
at 11:55.

Okay, Mr. Hextor,
you're free to go.

Carlton: At last!

Come on.

I will be in touch about you
wasting my client's time.

I'll look forward to that.

What happened?

Ballistics report.

Strachan was shot
with an air rifle,

not an air pistol, which means

that our prime suspect
is free to leave

and our killer is
still out there.

A female witness
who was with the victim

when he was shot this morning

picked the suspect
from an I.D. parade.

Short hair,
distinctive glasses.

Roland Hextor.

Was she sure?

At first,
and then she picked out

someone else,
who looked similar.

Sounds a little flakey.

There is a lot of evidence,

but it's all circumstantial.

Same car, same appearance,
owns an air pistol.

What do the police
want us to do?

Well, D.I. Chandler wants
Roland Hextor locked up

until we can prove it,
one way or the other.

Not sure we're
allowed to do that.

Will you please sit down?

Sorry.

I always get like this
when the jury's out.

Yvette Dyer made

a very impressive
closing speech.

The kids who stabbed
the teacher,

Gareth Markham
and Geoffrey Green?

Yeah.

I thought you said that
was a back-of-the-net.

They always make me
more nervous.

Do you want me to do
the pcms this afternoon?

No, thanks. I want
to be around court

in case the jury come back.

I just got a call
from Yvette Dyer.

We've got to go see her now.

What's happened?

Gareth Markham, one of the
teenagers from the murder trial

you wrapped up this morning,
is claiming he was intimidated.

[ Scoff ] By a detective.

[ Cell door clangs ] ♪
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[ Clock ticking ]

If my client was intimidated
by a police officer,

you have a responsibility
to investigate.

He's made this up,
hoping somebody

will believe him,
and you've fallen for it.

One of your key
prosecution arguments

was Mr. Markham's
interview.

"Mr. Markham"?
You mean this thing here?

It places both defendants
at the scene of the crime

if it's brought into question,
you have no case.

Of course we do.
"Mr." Gareth Markham

and his mate stabbed their
head teacher and, now,

when we're on the verge
of winning, this comes up.

You're just looking for
any way out, aren't you?

What if he's telling the truth?

I'm going to argue that
the jury be discharged

and the case thrown out.

Oh!

I bet your head of chambers

is loving this, isn't he?

He knows he's about to lose

and he hopes this
ridiculous about-face

might just save him.

That's unfair. Donald did
nothing to encourage this.

And nothing to stop it, either.

We're taking our client
at his word.

So we have to do
all the legwork, yeah?

Unbelievable.

The answer is to sort this
as quickly as possible.

Gareth, who are you
claiming threatened you?

Det Sgt Sam Casey.

I've got better things for
my detectives to be doing

than digging through
old case files.

We have to go back
to the original evidence

and prove this is a bogus case.

Oh, bloody hell.

All right.

It is bogus, isn't it?

Of course it is.

Unless you're talking
about that fellow

you slapped around to get
that full confession...

Ronnie, don't even
joke about this.

You got a busy enough
day today, as it is.

Look, Alesha, I will dig out
all the stuff you need,

but this is absolute bollocks.

I interviewed Gareth Markham,

he grassed up his mate,

and that's all there is to it.

Where are you going?

Oh, well, I've just got a lead

on the Harry Hill case.

Something that occurred
six months ago,

sort of ringing
some bells, you know.

Have you got a minute?

Yeah.

[ Sigh ]

This whole case will collapse,

unless we can show that
Gareth Markham's lying.

Why has this come up now?

Because he's desperate
and he's trying anything.

Normally, a claim like
this would be dismissed,

but defense are pushing it,

so it's up to us
to prove him wrong.

You realize that,
if there's any truth

in this intimidation story,

it's got to go
to Internal Affairs?

Sam could lose his job.

Yeah.

How well do you know Sam?

I heard from his superintendent

in Manchester he could
lose his rag occasionally,

but I don't want to believe

someone from MIU could do this.

Reputation like that
reflects on everyone.

I'm not having it.
How long have I got?

I can pretend you came
to me with this

tomorrow morning

and then I've got to
make the call.

[ Cell door clangs ] ♪
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[ Clock ticking ]

We are talking about
an admission in interview

obtained through intimidation.

If this is true, then
I respectfully submit

that my client cannot
have a fair trial

with this jury.

If this is true, my Lord...
we are going back through

all the relevant papers
as we speak...

we are confident we can dismiss

this claim as false
by the end of the week.

Richards:
The end of the week?

Surely, you can dig out

the relevant interview
details this afternoon.

My Lord, a policeman's
professional reputation

is at stake here,
as well as the trial...

I'll give you until
the end of the day.

The end of the day?

Yes.

Time is ticking,
Mr. Thorne.

Tell me we're going to
have something

within the hour, or this case

is going to disappear
from under us.

Within the hour?

Yes, I know.
Unbelievable.

But, sadly, I think Judge
Richards fancies Yvette.

He's not the only one.

Look, you won't let
it lie, will you?

I'll do what I can,
but what can I say?

Sam doesn't file
anything like I do.

Alesha, no one files
anything like you do.

Yes, okay, no one files
anything like I do.

Yeah, hurry up.
Well, get off the phone.

They were in Epping Forest
about six months ago.

Young couple, doing a bit of

an anatomy class in the woods.

Bloke jumps out, shoots
an air-rifle pellet

straight through
the lad's chest.

He died later...
internal bleeding.

Right, and someone
picked Roland Hextor out

of the I.D.
parade, yeah?

Yeah, we brought him in,
questioned him.

Had to let him go.
Nothing stuck.

Yeah, well me about it.

Eleven hours, we had
him in there for.

Hmm.

All he seemed to care about was

getting back home
to look after his mum.

He still lives with her.

That's odd. We've
got him checked out

at a one-bed flat
in wapping.

Well, he might've moved since,

but this bloke lived
in a semi in...

Mrs. Hextor: Well,
he cooks for me,

because of me arthritis.

It's worse of a winter.

Right.

But he doesn't live here?

He has a little place
he keeps to himself.

An easy commute for his job.

Where does he work?

Somewhere in Westminster.

He gets the boat every day.

St. Catherine's
to Embankment Pier.

Lovely way to see the city.

He's a writer.

Oh, yeah?

Fiction?

Tall stories.

I dunno. He never
really talks about it.

Photograph on your
mantelpiece, there.

Mrs. Hextor,
is that Roland's dad?

Yes. In his
dress uniform.

He was a handsome man.

No longer with us?

Lung cancer.

Nearly 10 years ago, now.

He fought in the
Falklands, you know?

I think he wanted Roland

to follow him into the army,

but Rollie had other ideas.

Didn't fancy driving tanks
for a living, no?

No.

My Humphrey tried everything,

even took him down
to the firing range,

taught him how to hold a gun,

how to shoot a rifle.

Bet there aren't many writers

who can strip an M15.

Alesha: I've got all the
paperwork, but I'm going to

need a big space
to go through it all.

Try an interview room.

Thanks.

Hiya.
Hi.

Everything sorted?

Not quite.

Natalie: What news
from the front?

Well, we checked with the
local Old Bill in Essex.

Blue Mondeo was nicked
for speeding

in Epping Forest 20 minutes
after the shooting

six months ago.

These coincidences are
beginning to stack up.

Yeah, and Roland Hextor
knows how to use a rifle.

Let's see if his second
interview in one day

can shake him up a bit.

Right.

Sam.

You still with us?

Yeah.

Uh, pick up Roland Hextor.

Hextor:
This is madness.

I keep telling you,
I haven't killed anyone!

So how come, when a couple got

a bit steamy in the woods,
you were there

to shoot one of them
in the chest?!

What,

do you have problems

with public displays
of affection, Roland?

I haven't even been
to Epping Forest.

It checks out.
It's your car.

It's your registration!

Stop lying to us!

What do you want from me?

Just the truth.

Carlton: Look,

do you actually have anything?

Because I, for one,
feel I've spent

too long in this room today.

The next step is his mum.

What?! Come on.
This is outrageous.

We will be inside her place,
digging through her things.

Her whole life,
turned upside-down.

You wouldn't.

Well, then, tell us
where you were, Roland,

and we can eliminate you
from this inquiry, can't we?

I can't.

I honestly can't.

My client is saying
nothing more,

until I've had a chance
to talk to the CPS.

You go ahead and do that.

In the meantime, Mr. Hextor
can come with us.

We will introduce him
to the custody sergeant.

Why, what's he going to do?

Charge you with murder, Roland.

For the shooting dead

of Derek Strachan this morning

and the shooting of
Peter Spencer

six months ago.

So unless you tell us
where you were,

you're going to
end up on remand!

Carlton: My client has
not yet been charged.

Hmm, he does have
a bit of a temper.

Natalie: So do I.

It's not enough to discredit

an experienced detective.

No, but I am worried.

Why?

There are 17 minutes
unaccounted for

after one of the taped
interviews.

Sam's on his own

with Gareth Markham.

Terminates the interview
and the uniform

who accompanied Markham
back to his cell

didn't meet him for
another 17 minutes.

Could've been doing anything.

Yes, including

intimidating the witness.

Because, in the next taped
interview with Sam Casey,

Gareth Markham admits to being

at the scene of the crime.

Sam:
Nothing happened.

Alesha: So how do you account
for the 17 minutes?

Oh, bloody hell.
He wanted a fag

before we took him
back to the cells

and I went with him
to the cage.

On your own?
Yes.

Anyone see you?

Uh... a couple of
uniform, on the way.

Anyone see you when he
was having the cigarette?

No.

No.

That doesn't mean a thing.

We'll have cameras on
the cage for that period.

With sound?

[ Pounds table ]
This is unbelievable!

Yes, it is. But do you
know what, Detective?

I don't care whether
you lit his cigarette

or beat him senseless
with an iron bar.

Right now, a respected
head teacher

is waiting outside court
for a jury to return.

He's hoping they'll give

guilty verdict against
the two teenagers

who stabbed him
and left him for dead.

Jake, I want those kids put
in jail just as much as you!

Good, because, if I find out

you've done anything to
jeopardize that verdict,

I'll be calling
Internal Affairs.

Alesha:
I'll check the CCTV

of Sam's time at
the cage with Markham.

Doesn't matter...
with no recording

of what was said, the
accusation still stands.

Well, at least,
we a can show Sam's

telling the truth
about where he was.

What if Markham says Sam
knew they were on camera,

so chose his words carefully?

Makes no difference.

Markham still has to
retract his statement.

The next matter

in your Lordship's list
is Crown and Hextor.

Are you Roland Hextor?

Yes.

Mr. Hextor,
how do you plead

to the charge of
two counts of murder?

Not guilty, your Honor.

Jacob:
The Crown requests

that Mr. Hextor be
remanded in custody.

We have evidence
he was involved

in two murders and believe,

if released,
he may attack again.

My Lord, we request
Mr. Hextor is granted bail.

He is an upstanding
citizen whose

only crime here is
a minor traffic offense.

Defendant's mother
is willing to offer up

the full value of her property

as surety to the court.

Mr. Carlton, I can't
ignore the seriousness

of the charges
against your client.

Mr. Hextor,

you will be held on remand

until a date can be found

for you to stand trial.

What?

Richards:
What's next?

Clerk: Which
brings us, my Lord,

to Crown and Roach.

Clerk: Are you
Abraham Roach?

Yes, I am.

Mr. Roach, how do you plead
to the charge of murder?

Guilty,

my Lord.

Richards:
Well, Mr. Thorne,

will you give me
the selected highlights

of this case?

Uh,

yes, I'd be

delighted to, my Lord.

Now, if I could just find...

can you or can you not,
Mr. Thorne?

Well, to be honest, my Lord,

along with my learned
friend here,

I was expecting the plea
to be not guilty.

Do either of you have

any idea of what's
going on here?

My Lord, please,

can I request
a brief adjournment

while I consult with my client?

Jake, you've got to
help me here.

He wants to plead guilty.

So let him.

That's an entire case
off my workload.

But he's not guilty of murder.

I think his brother
might disagree with you.

No, he wouldn't.

Abraham Roach defended
himself, but he

didn't mean to kill
his own brother.

Your client's the one
pleading guilty.

Yeah, that's because
he feels guilty.

He will do, for the
rest of his life.

That's not the same
as being guilty

in the eyes of the law.

You're in Donald Walker's
chambers, aren't you?

Yes.

In fact, it's said you
have quite an influence

over the decisions he makes.

What do you want?

Is this about the
teenager crying foul?

Yes.
Gareth Markham.

Trying to get away
with attempted murder

because he's terrified
and doesn't realize

the seriousness
of what he's done.

And Donald is your
problem because...?

Because he's letting it ride

and hoping that it will
derail the whole trial.

For the sake of a win, Amanda.

This is not why we do this.

Well, Donald can be a little...

stupid, yeah.

I was going to say "myopic"

when it comes to the
chambers's reputation.

Well, this will do
nothing but damage it,

not to mention trash
a policeman's career.

What do you need?

I'll put an offer
of manslaughter

to Abraham Roach,

one he'll happily
plead guilty to,

if you get me
a meet with Donald.

Today.

[ Cell door clangs ] ♪
♪

[ Clock ticking ]

I'm perfectly happy for Yvette

to be dealing with this case.

She has my instructions.

Yes, Donald, but we're
talking about

a 3-week trial
which is about to

to get trashed in the
next... 15 minutes,

unless we can prove
the intimidation claim

from your defendant is false.

Well, that sounds like
your problem, not mine.

If you don't mind, I have

a dinner engagement
with Justice Pedotti.

Or you could
convince your client

that he should stick
to telling the truth.

I beg your pardon.

Sit him down,
look him in the eye,

and explain, using small words,

what it means to lie
to a court of law.

You know, like
you should've done

when he first raised it.

Well, we don't think
he is lying.

Rubbish. You're letting
him play the system.

I'm sure Judge Richards
will be all too happy

to bring the jury up to speed

with your suspicions, tomorrow.

I want this sorted
in the next 10 minutes,

or the case can be thrown out.

As I say, your problem.

Donald!
How are you?

Henry. Jolly good
to see you.

I was just on my way out, ahem.

I think your senior prosecutor

was trying to accuse me
of something,

but I'm not precisely
sure of what.

Oh, really?

I thought I gave him
very clear instructions

he was to tell you to have
a word with Gareth Markham.

Tell him, in no
uncertain terms,

to drop this ridiculous
intimidation claim,

or we'll pull your chambers

in front of the bar
standards board.

Of course, if we did that,

I'd have to review
all your barristers,

to see if they were competent

to be on the Attorney
General's list.

What?

Of course they're competent.

In the meantime,

all that outsourced
prosecution work

would have to, um,
go elsewhere.

You wouldn't.

I would.
And I will.

That is tantamount
to blackmail.

Both: Yes.

Richards: So, Mr. Markham,
you are now saying

that you were not intimidated?

Markham:
Yes, my Lord.

Any reason given for
this change of heart?

I believe the
seriousness of perjury

was explained to the defendant

by my learned friend.

Anything you'd like
to add, Mr. Markham?

I wish to apologize
to the court.

Then we shall consider
the matter closed

and resume in the morning.

Count yourself

very lucky,
Mr. Markham.

Unless there's anything else?

All right.

Clerk:
The court will rise.

Donald's spitting blood.

Not surprised.

The Cheshire?

Half an hour?

Yeah.

Pint of pride?

Always.

Sorry to interrupt.
Apparently, Mrs. Hextor,

Roland's mum, is camped
outside our office.

I've got an unsolved
shooting in Brighton,

but that was with
a .44 automatic.

Oh, well, there's an attack

on a guy in a car
in Hammersmith,

but he was alone.

If Roland Hextor's
a serial killer,

then I am not seeing
any pattern in this lot.

I am never going to
make the kickoff

at upton park, at this rate.

First time in
a box seat, as well.

Can you not get there
for halftime?

[ Mobile ringtone ] Yeah,
well, fingers crossed.

But it's not the same, is it?

You know what I mean?
Who's that, Cathy?

Yeah. I don't think
she believes

I've actually got a job.

So I finally got a hold of
the CCTV from this morning,

but I couldn't find the Mondeo
registered to Roland Hextor

anywhere near the crime scene.

What about the CCTV
from Embankment Pier?

Yeah, it's all ready
to watch on the computer,

but I'm sorry, I've got to go.

Mmm, second date, Ange?

Yeah.

He hasn't let on he's
an ax murderer, yet, then?

Well, with his pecs,
I'd forgive him, ha!

- All right, 'night.
- Goodnight, love.

Come on, might as well
make a start.

No, no. If you need
to head off,

I'll cover for you,
it's all right.

No, I might as well
help, while I can.

Might not have a job tomorrow.

[ Cell door clangs ] ♪
♪

[ Clock ticking ]

My son would never hurt a soul.

He's not as strong

as he looks, you know?

Prison would be
a nightmare for him.

He has no alibi,
Mrs. Hextor.

The witness statements,
the matching efits,

his car in Epping Forest...

it's all evidence against him.

What do you mean,
Epping Forest?

Alesha:
Six months ago.

His car was flashed, speeding,

a few minutes' drive
away from a crime scene.

It's what links him
to the other murder.

That was me!

I took the car to essex.

[ Crying ] I was picking up

Rollie's birthday present.

I didn't want Rollie to know

I'd taken the car,

so I paid the fine.

Rollie never knew about it.

Thought you deserved
to hear it firsthand.

So does Jake still hate me?

No.

He just didn't want to lose,

after we'd been so close.

What about you?

I don't hate you either.

I will, if you don't get
your backside in gear

and help me with this.

That's his way of saying
he likes you, too.

'Night, Ron.

Night-night, Alesha.

[ Sigh ] Thank you.

Okay.

So, it was Mrs. Hextor
driving the car

in Epping Forest,
but everything else

still leads to our
friend Roland, no?

Hmm.

Have a look at this.
What do you think of that?

Sam: What time
was that?

About 8:30 last night.
Now, there's Roland.

But you see this guy here?

I recognize him, but I
don't know where from.

If that's the routine,

we can get down the pier
in time to meet him.

Yeah, we can.

Hopefully, the game
will be a nil-nil draw,

I'll be able to get
to the replay.

Don't let anyone
tell me the score.

[ Cell door clangs ] ♪
♪

[ Clock ticking ]

The uniform who took
Markham back to his cell

from the cage, he, uh,

he said he'd meet me
there, but he was late.

17 minutes.

He'd been on a lads' night out,

had one too many and
a dodgy biryani and...

it's all right, son,
you don't have to

explain everything to me.

Here's our man.

Good evening, sir.

Det Sgt Brooks.

Do you mind answering
a few questions?

No. Certainly.

Thank you.
Your name?

Julian West. Why
do you want to know?

Mr. West, do you know
a Roland Hextor?

What's this about? Has
something happen to him?

It's part of
an ongoing inquiry.

Do you know where he was

in the early hours
of this morning, sir?

What ongoing inquiry?

It's a murder investigation.

My God.

Ronnie: Well, he's
refusing to give an alibi

for his whereabouts
between the hours

of midnight and 6:00 A.M.
this morning.

If he can give us that alibi,
we can let him go

and get on with
our investigation, sir.

He was with me.

Or, at least, I was with him.

He as this tiny,
little flat in wapping.

Yeah, we've seen it.

He's terrified of
the press finding out

about us.

Did he quote article 8 to you?

Yes, he mentioned it.

Hmm. Rollie's taken it
upon himself

to protect us against
any invasion

into our private life.

You're the MP, aren't you, sir?

Backbencher.

Rollie's on the
speechwriting team

for the defence minister.

Always wanted to work
for the military.

Something to do with
his father, I think.

Look, if he's not
telling you anything,

it's because he's
trying to protect us.

To protect me.

Well, thanks, Jake.
Yeah, I appreciate that.

Yeah, I have missed it,
as it goes, yeah.

Well, don't go
telling me the score.

Thanks.
Yep, goodnight.

Oh.

Roland a free man?

Um, yeah.
Jake's gone over

Julian's statement
and he's happy,

so the paperwork's gone
to Ashbridge, yeah.

Should we pick him up?

Oh, well, it's the
least we could do,

after the day he's had.

Yeah.
I'll get my coat.

Oh, I don't think so.

You've got other
things to deal with.

Didn't know what else to do.

Mum can't have him tonight.

C'mere.
Hello, mate.

Hello, mate.

How you doing?
Mwah!

Thank you.

Don't let him stay up and watch

"Toy Story" again, eh?

Here.
Night-night.

Why do I let her
get away with it?

'Cause you're his dad.

Hextor: Does anyone else know?
Ronnie: No one else.

Thank you.

If only you'd been honest
from the beginning.

My private life is private.

I admire your principles,
I do, but you could've

spent a long time in this
Nick, that's for sure.

Oh, God, I'd rather not.

I was surprised, though.

Tv room.
Didn't expect that.

They were showing the footy.

Yeah, we beat
Hammers 2-nil.

Great game. Would've
loved to have been there.

You do realize,

while you were
chasing me all day,

the real killer's
still out there?

You've still got to catch him.

I know.

That's for tomorrow,
though, eh?

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