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In the criminal justice system,

the People are represented by two
separate, equally important groups -

the police, who investigate crime,

and the crown prosecutors,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

No, no! We can't finish sooner.
I'm not a miracle worker.

Hey, if I was a miracle worker
I'd be on a pleasure boat in Hawaii.

Oh!

Hello? Hello?

Bloody developer put the phone down!
Jarek...

..come here.
There's something you should see.

How long's it been empty?
About a year.

And who owned it before?
The Council.

Young. Eight, nine.

Poor kid. So what happened? Crawled
in over the top and fell in?

Massive skull fracture.
More likely a hit.

Not a gentle cuff round the ear,
either.

Boy or girl?
Male.

How long's he been in there?
Matt? Old West Ham badge.

I've got one of these.
That's original.

That kid's been in there
for over 20 years.

Could be a mum and dad out there
still hoping their son's alive.

When I joined CID, the first week,
we had a young girl go missing.

She was 10.
Her name was Shona Morris.

I still catch myself
looking for her now.

Who lived in that house?

Till '95 it was privately owned.
There's no list of tenants.

We need to know
who this poor boy is.

Get Angie on to it.

Merlin database.
All missing children

from 1981 to 1984.

Oh. That is a lot of kids.

About 200 open cases just last year.

The press only feature
the pretty ones.

Male, eight years old.
Reported missing

July 16, 1983. Thomas Keegan.

59 Kenville Road.
Same street the body was found.

Says he had a broken collarbone.

Yeah, we're checking the database

for missing kids
with similar injuries.

Mother Philippa Keegan.
Arthur Keegan the dad.

But he died the year before, 1982.

How many losses can one woman take?

Dad was born 1939, Upton Park, E15.

So his dad got him into the Hammers.

Sorry?
West Ham. Known as the Hammers

cos they keep getting...hammered.
Watch it, sunshine.

Investigating officer DS...

McFadden. I'm fluent in Illegible.

Oh, and if you look at the last page
they had a suspect. Edward Connor.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Devlin. Yeah?

The boy in the wall
had a broken collarbone.

Brilliant. Thank you very much.
It's him.

Trace Jeffrey McFadden.
Game on.

So this is what retired Old Bill
get up to, is it?

Bet you can't wait.

So anyway, Jeff.
This old case of yours, mate.

Missing child, 1983.

Keegan. Eight years old,
blue eyes, brown hair,

broken collarbone, West Ham fan.
Blimey!

Sounds like you just read the file.
You ever done a missing kid?

Stays with you, doesn't it?

So the case is alive again?

We found Thomas.

Tommy.
Tommy.

Bones in a basement inside
a fireplace, opposite his home.

Where the poofter lived?
Sorry?

Edward Connor.

You mean the suspect from the file.

He's the last one
to see the boy alive.

He's mucking about with him
on the steps.

An hour later,
Connor goes for a drive.

He did it. But we couldn't nail him,

despite going over the boot
of his car with a fine-tooth comb.

He couldn't tell me where he'd been
or who was with that night.

I was sure he'd taken Tommy
in the boot of his car

for his own sick pleasure.

You might have searched the house.

We did, Smartarse.
Jeff - sorry -

where we can find Edward Connor?

Moved out, changed his name,
went off radar.

Now if that isn't a sign of guilt,
what is?

Forensic evidence maybe? A corpse?

OK, so we missed the corpse.

But we had the right guy.

"OK, so we missed the corpse."

OK, so you're
the crappiest copper I've ever met.

He's just a product of his time,
Matt.

There were no good detectives?
Yeah, you're talking to one.

But like I keep telling you,
I am special.

So now we find Edward Connor,
even though he's changed his name?

Yeah, but first
we need to talk to Tommy's mum.

Thanks to that bigoted little prat,

she probably hasn't slept
in 25 years.

Are you sure it's him?

As sure as we can be, ma'am.

I've been waiting for this.

But part of me still thought...

He was still out there?

I know.

I'm sorry.

We're actually looking
for Edward Connor, Mrs Keegan.

If you remember at the time,
he was a suspect.

I didn't think it was him.

But if Tommy was found
in the basement...

Let me get you a tissue, ma'am.

I hope you don't mind if I ask,
what do you remember about that day?

Um... I dropped him off at school.

Didn't kiss him -
didn't want to embarrass him.

It was my teacher training day, so
he was going to a friend's for tea.

It was just the two of us, you see.

because his dad died a year earlier.

When I came to pick him up,
Joe's mum called them in.

But Joe said they'd argued
and Tommy had gone home.

I said not to worry, because
we only lived a few streets away,

and Tommy was really good
at crossing roads,

and the key was under the mat.

But he wasn't at home.

I tried the neighbours,

and then I called the police.

I remember saying, "I'm sure it's
nothing. He'll be back any second."

I stayed in that house for 20 years.

You know, just in case.

How can she still believe in God
after what happened?

You won't be lighting a candle
for little Tommy, then?

You already have, haven't you?

Once a Catholic.

Don't suppose it does any harm
to throw in the odd prayer, eh?

At the moment we're tracing the
previous tenants of Kenville Road.

25 years, people move on.

Thank you very much, Janey.
You're an angel. Ta, love. Bye.

OK, we've got a trace.
Vernon Mortimer.

Works and Pensions says he retired
to Pimlico in 2005, so there's a
chance

he stayed
in touch with Edward Connor.

Let's hope he's in.

He's not in. Moved out about a year
ago, according to the caretaker.

Is that for me?
Yeah. Cheers.

Right. Like chasing ghosts, isn't
it?

But...he left his flat to his
daughter who works around the corner

in, I quote, "one of them overpriced
poncey little flower gaffs".

You grew up in Kenville Road,
Ladbroke Grove? Yeah.

What's this about?

A little boy.

Do you remember him?
Yeah, that's Tommy.

He was my friend. He disappeared.

We recently found his remains,

in the basement of the building
in which you grew up.

God, no. That's horrible.

What do you remember
about the day he went missing?

It's such a long time ago.

Well, we know Tommy went to
his friend Joe's house after school.

Yeah, that's right, because
I think I wanted to go with them,

but my mum wouldn't let me.
I don't think I was very well.

But I know I played
outside the house for a while.

My mum was going out, I think.

And then I got into my pyjamas,

and Dad made me some tea.

Tomato soup and Dairylea sandwiches.
Well remembered.

Well, he always made me that
if I was ill or upset.

And then I went to bed.

And I didn't wake until Mum told me
the police wanted to talk to me,

and that was the next morning.

So...no, I didn't see Tommy.

What about Edward Connor?
He lived in the flat upstairs.

A publisher. Remember him?

No, I didn't see him either. Sorry.

Well, we'd like to talk
to your parents.

Oh, they moved out of London
a year ago. They live in Lewes.

Lewes is lovely.
Is it? I've never been.

It shook us all.

Thomas was a sweet boy.

He only lost his dad a year before.

Julia wasn't well.

You... You went out, right?

To the PTA meeting, yes.

When I left at about 5:30, Thomas
was with Edward Connor on the steps.

But I said all this in my statement.

Yeah, but we now know that Tommy was
probably killed inside the building,

so I mean...we still have to...

Do your job. Of course.

We're trying to track Connor down.
He's changed his name.

To Ralph Drake. Yes, I know.

And he wrote several children's
books under that pseudonym.

Oh, I kept tabs on him
down the years.

We all knew it was him.

I told her there was no proof.
Edward Connor was a volunteer

at St Peter's Church youth group.
Oh, not this again.

And three months
after Thomas disappeared,

he was accused of propositioning
a 12-year-old boy there.

Well, I call that proof, don't you?

Just make sure you get him
this time.

That cheeky little bastard
who made the complaint - he knew

I'd been arrested over Tommy's
disappearance, and wanted attention.

He retracted it soon after,

but no one wanted to hear that,

because all gays abuse kids,
as you know.

Well, we both know most child
abusers are straight, don't we, Mr
Connor?

So why don't you tell us
about the day Tommy disappeared?

Why should I?
Because we want to get to the truth.

Deja vu.

We chatted outside on the steps.

Then I went in
and left him playing football.

I came out a bit later
to go for a drive,

and he was gone.
Is that all?

Uh, no - no, I forgot.

First I took him to the basement,
tortured him and killed him.

That's not funny, Mr Connor.

Mmm. Neither's being hauled
off the street for no reason,

then kept in a cell for three days

while some rat-faced detective
kicks the shit out of you.

McFadden.

He... He only stopped when he drew
blood and I told him I had Aids.

I couldn't give him an alibi.

My lover was married.

Gays had never been so unpopular.

After all, we brought in the plague.

Well, it's not like that now, sir.

No. No.

Now I'd get 100 grand compensation.
Then,

I got three broken ribs
and a black eye.

McFadden persecuted Edward Connor
and took his eye completely off the
ball.

SOCO can't find any crime stains
to re-analyse.

This should have been solved
back then, you know.

Thanks to McFadden,
we've nothing to go on.

Think I'll go home
and cuddle my boys.

Which they will hate, of course.

Night-night, guv.
Night. Wait.

Listen to this.

"Mum picked me up from school.
I played outside for a bit,

but I was feeling ill
because of my cold."

"Mum was going out, so I got into
my pyjamas and Dad made tea."

"Tomato soup, Dairylea sandwiches.
I went to bed. I didn't wake

till Mum told me the police wanted
to speak to me the next morning."

Does that ring a bell?
Yeah, it's the statement we took

from Julia Mortimer this afternoon.
Wrong.

It's the statement
Jeff McFadden took in 1983.

It's practically word for word.

Blimey.
Well, what do you make of it?

Well, maybe Tommy going missing
was so traumatic for her,

that day was etched on her brain
for ever.

No, because to her, the trauma
didn't occur until the next day.

The night before was a normal night.

She didn't even know
there was anything to witness.

Or a story to perfect.

She's lying.

After you.

Blimey, what's he done wrong?

I take it you're not here
to buy flowers.

Maybe in a few weeks,
for Tommy's funeral.

But we need to solve the case first.

Well, I told you what I know.

You told us
what you told police in 1983.

Yeah, because that's what happened.

Well, not quite, Julia,

because one of your ex-neighbours
told us she saw you with Tommy.

Yet you told us you hadn't seen him.
Well, it was a long time ago.

Which is why we'd like to take
a few hours now, going over that
day.

Listen, I was eight years old, OK?

I don't want to go back to that day.
Now I am really sorry about Tommy,

but it's in the past.
Tell that to his mother.

Julia...
No. I'm sorry.

I'm very busy. I've got work to do.

I take that as a No.

I take that as a sign
she's got something to hide.

It's possible
someone told her what to say.

She saw something
and was sworn to secrecy?

Not necessarily. As a child,

you can be coaxed into believing
an alternative version of events.

If what she witnessed was traumatic,

then the real memory
could have been repressed

because it was just too hard
to process.

So she doesn't know
what she's hiding?

What can we do?
We could try EMDR.

And come again?
It's a process

that involves the patient
following an object with their eyes.

Oh, he's good at that.

It's used to treat
post-traumatic stress.

Bosnia, 9/11, Oklahoma bombings.
It helps with the healing.

It's also used to help
stimulate the processing system

and retrieve lost memories.

I dunno, sounds like a load of
old mumbo jumbo to me, hypnotising.

EMDR is not hypnosis, Ronnie.
It's a form of psychotherapy.

And if Dr Rawls thinks
it's a good idea, I believe her.

Anyway, it's not like we've got
a whole bag full of other options.

All right. I gotta be honest.

I ain't sleeping cos I'm wondering
what Tommy's mum's going through.

If it'll give her a bit of peace,
it's worth a go.

But first, you'll have
to convince Julia Mortimer.

I don't HAVE any buried memories.

How would you know?

Dr Rawls can help you remember
what really happened.

She's used the technique before
with good results.

They're nice flowers, Julia.
Gladioli.

Knights used to wear the roots
under their armour for protection.

Maybe we should try it.

You are our only hope.

We'd like to find out
who killed your friend.

But it's your choice, Julia.

Why don't you have a think about it?

I keep seeing Tommy's face...

..frightened, crying,
calling out my name.

I don't know if it's my imagination
or if I'm remembering it.

Could she help me with that?

Mum got cross because I'd been
to the shop and bought sweets.

She found them in my pencil case.

Called me her little liar.

I went out into the street.

I DID see Tommy.

He waved at me, threw his ball
for me to catch,

but Mum told me
to come back indoors.

'I was getting into bed
when the doorbell rang.'

'It was Tommy.'

'He wanted to make sure I was OK.'

Vernon never mentioned
Tommy calling round.

Tommy didn't stay.
Julia's Dad sent him away.

Then she went to bed.

I keep getting her to the point
where she remembers waking up,

but I can't get her beyond that.

Well, this is getting us nowhere
slowly, guys.

Give it a chance.
She's shutting down for a reason.

I can't do this to order.
Sometimes it takes years.

I woke up, wanted my dad.

I looked for him everywhere.
I kept calling out for him.

He must have gone out.

I'm scared.

What did you do, Julia?

I went out of the flat...

Keep looking at the light.

You went out of the flat.

The basement light was on. I could
see it through a crack in the door.

I walk towards it,

and I open the door.

Oh, God, can we stop?
It's OK.

Please.
You're safe.

You're doing so well, Julia.
Keep going.

You open the door.

I went down the stairs.

My dad was there,
with his back to me.

I was so glad to see him.

What's wrong?

It's Tommy.

He's got blood on his head,
in his hair,

and he's not moving.

Where is he, Julia?

He's on the ground,
at my dad's feet.

'It's Tommy.'

'He's got blood on his head,
in his hair.'

'And he's not moving.'

'Where is he, Julia?'

'He's on the ground,

at my dad's feet.'

What do you think?

She's not faking it.
She didn't want to remember.

It took seven sessions
to get her there.

She's telling the truth.

Yeah, but will a jury believe her?

Building a case on this evidence...

It all hinges on Julia Mortimer
being a credible witness.

She at least deserves
the chance to be heard.

I'll talk to her.

Why are you estranged
from your parents?

Dad's always interfering.

Every time one of my relationships
falls apart, he gloats.

And when my last marriage ended,
I just... I couldn't face him.

Must be tough on your mum.
Oh, Dad's her world.

No one else matters.

Why did your marriage end?

My husband cheated on me.

Hardly your dad's fault.

Was your father violent to you?

No.

Even that night,
when he talked me through the story,

he wasn't angry.

He was crying.

Sorry for himself.

You hate your dad, don't you?
No.

You hated him long before you
allegedly remembered what he did.

I thought you believed me.

This is a vendetta,
isn't it, Miss Mortimer?

You're doing this to punish him.

A man who's shown you
nothing but love all your life.

He terrified me.

He kept telling me
about all the bad men out there.

All the time,
I was holding the bad man's hand!

I grew up with my best friend
rotting in the basement.

Yes, I want him punished,

for what he did to Tommy.

Thank you.

I apologise.

I hope you understand
why I had to do that.

Now we build a case.

No jury will buy it.

Julia's evidence is nothing
if not backed up by some hard facts.

OK, so we get everything we can
on Mortimer as quietly as possible,

Find out
why he might kill a small boy

so we can corroborate what she saw.

If we don't do this, that's it.

Phillipa Keegan
lives the rest of her life

knowing her son's murderer
was never brought to justice.

The system failed her once.

We can't let that happen again.

James! You're never
going to believe this.

Doug Greer,
Mortimer's lawyer, rang.

He's coming in
with the Mortimers tomorrow.

Julia rang her father
and told him what she's doing.

Why the hell would she do that?
She was angry -

ranting, according to Greer. I mean,
you wound her up and sent her off.

It's a lie.
I don't know why she's doing this.

Look on the net at all the forums
for people with fake memories.

All over the world,
young women on couches

blaming their eating disorders on
some fabricated crisis in the past.

Innocent parents accused
left, right and centre,

just like my client.

It's my duty to look at the facts.

You don't know our daughter,
Mr Steel.

She has a habit of running off with
unsuitable men who bleed her dry.

We pick up the pieces.

All her life, Vern's done nothing
but take care of her.

She lives in our flat, rent free,

he pays the lease on her shop.

This is how she thanks him.
She's not herself, Catherine.

You don't know
how suggestible she is.

I'm worried sick about her.

Look at me.

Are you really
going to put me through this?

I'm not saying you're guilty.

I'm saying there's a case
worth prosecuting.

Then the jury can decide.
Yes, but it'll ruin us.

It'll ruin the reputation
of the CPS first.

A 25-year-old case that doesn't
dignify the word "evidence",

and a witness with zero credibility.

Hm.

You might want to think about that.

Thank you.

Unbelievable. If your husband had
been accused of murdering a child,

would you sit
and talk about your reputation?

Tell me you've got something.

Ladbroke Grove Life & Casualty.
Mortimer got sacked

in 1986. I spoke to five people on
the phone. No one will tell me why.

Doorstep them.

After you.
Thank you.

Do take a seat.
Chief Executive Officer back then!

You must have been rather young.

And upwardly mobile.

Got a lot to thank old Maggie for,
eh?

I had my first alcoholic drink
the day she resigned. Asti Spumante.

Our estate celebrated for a week.

How very urban.

Vernon Mortimer.

Did you know him well?

He was a good salesman.

Vernon could sell fire insurance to
Eskimos even after a liquid lunch.

Then why did you sack him?
We all have our demons.

What were his demons?

Is it to do with young boys?

I'm investigating
the murder of a child.

We did a job once, in Birmingham.

On the way back,
the train stopped at High Wycombe.

He went to the loo.

I went to the bar
and had a few too many.

Next thing I know,
he's with some policeman.

A 13- or 14-year-old boy said...

..Vernon made a pass at him.

It was more than 20 years ago now.

It wasn't just him.

I was experimenting.
Gave him the come-on,

then I lost me bottle.

What exactly did he do?
He offered me £20.

There was something in his eyes,
though,

like he hated himself for doing it.
I turned him down.

He grabbed my arm and said,

"All right, I'll give you £50, you
little shit." I kicked him and ran.

Funny thing was, though,

out there in the daylight,
he just...

..just looked sad.

Kept saying "I'm sorry".

Even tried to give me the £50.

A policeman called him
a sick, disgusting man,

took a statement.

The case never went to trial?

My parents suspected I was gay,
but...

didn't want the neighbours knowing
I hung about in station toilets.

They didn't let you give evidence.
They took me to a shrink instead.

She said it's not about sex,
adults with kids. It's about power.

Somebody they can control.

The judge won't allow
Kevin Jackson's evidence.

It was sexual conduct, not violence,
which is what we're prosecuting.

Any application on that basis
is bound to fail.

But the sexual abuse
probably led to the violence.

Oh, we can fill in the gaps
all we like,

but that's not the way
the law works.

No, it's time to let this go.
Oh, we can't!

Julia Mortimer will
go in to the witness box

with nothing to back her up.

Her dear old dad is an elderly
pillar of the community.

Who was 39, strong and dangerous
back then.

That's how we must see the man
who did this,

not as some frail old pensioner.
But he'll look like that to a jury.

I'm sorry. It's not worth the risk.

My son is the same age as Tommy. No
parent would say it isn't worth it.

Phillipa Keegan has suffered enough.
She's spared the pain of a trial.

But -
I'm a dad too, remember.

PHONE RINGS

Hello. Castle.

Just a second.

It's Dr Rawls.

It came back to her
in our session this morning.

'Dad would come into my room
at night, read me a story.'

'He'd lie on the bed,

touch me...

..kiss me on the lips...

..and stroke me
under my nightdress.'

'I told my mum,

and she said
that if I told anyone else

I would never see my dad again.'

'That's when it stopped.'

'It's my fault.'

He couldn't have me,
so he moved on to Tommy.

Mr Mortimer, you are charged
on this indictment with murder.

How do you plead?
Guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

Is the defendant on bail?

Yes, my lady,
with a number of conditions.

He's lodged a surety
in the sum of £30,000,

surrendered his passport

and is subject to daily reporting
at Lewes Police Station.

Bail as before.

I want to withdraw from the trial.

You can't. We've come too far.
We've built the case.

This is killing him. My mother
said he's losing his mind.

She's manipulating you, Julia,
like she's always done.

He's my dad. He's 65.
He will die in jail.

He killed an eight-year-old child.
Walk away,

and he'll never be brought
to justice for what he did to Tommy,

to you.
I was better off not knowing.

Tommy's mother is on her way.
Please, Julia, wait.

I didn't realise
you had an appointment.

Julia just showed up.

I'm so sorry about Tommy.

You were joined at the hip, you two,
weren't you?

You used to play weddings
with my old veil.

I would love
to have seen him married.

Don't, please.

I'm not sure I can do this.

Your father held me when I cried.

He drove me round and round,
day and night, searching...

..and all the time, he knew.

Tommy wouldn't go to the basement

because he said there was a monster
down there.

There was, wasn't there?
Yeah.

You've got to help me.

Tell me, James, exactly
how much research have you done

on your key -
oh, sorry - only witness?

I believe her,
and the jury will too.

Not when they hear where she spent
her summer holiday last year.

Little clue. Staff wear white coats.
Hmm. Let's go.

Tommy was seven
when his father died of leukaemia.

That brought us closer.

Did your son have a relationship
with the defendant?

Yes.

Mr Mortimer started helping us out
after my husband died.

And what did you personally witness
in this relationship?

He'd arrange treats for him.

He took him to see West Ham play.

Tommy's dad used to support them.

Once he came home
with one of the player's autographs,

and I remember...

..thinking...

..at least he had a father figure.

Thank you, Mrs Keegan.
No further questions.

Did you tell the police about my
client's relationship with your son?

No.
So it didn't seem unusual to you.

It's the strangers you worry about,
not the nice man over the road.

And if you were as close
as you claim,

surely you would've noticed
if something was wrong?

Yes. Well, no,

because I trusted Vernon,
Mr Mortimer.

And continued to do so,

until this hysterical notion
was planted.

If I'd have known,
I would have kept him away.

Well, maybe there was nothing
to know. No further questions.

You know I'll demolish Julia
Mortimer in the witness box.

She's a mess, James.
You're right.

She's long since learnt not to trust
her own mind. It might break her.

That's...that's not what I want.

If he cared for her, he'd confess.

How can you say I don't care?

I love my daughter.
Don't get involved.

If you're looking for absolution
from me, you won't get it.

I'm a good man.
I've worked hard all my life.

Don't you walk away from me!

You don't know me!

Tell me about the day
Thomas Keegan disappeared.

Um... I saw him
outside the house briefly.

Later on, he came to the door.

I thought my dad sent him away.

What else happened that evening?

I wasn't well. I went to bed early.

Um...when I woke up,

the flat was empty.

I went outside and I saw
the basement light was on.

I went down some steps,

and my dad was there.

Tommy was lying at his feet.
He had blood on his head.

What happened then?

Um, Dad...my father...

he saw me and he shouted at me
to go back to bed.

He came running at me
up the stairs, eyes all bulging out,

and I ran to my bedroom.

But, um...later, he came in...

..and he hugged me...

..and he told me I'd had a nightmare
because I was ill,

and if I told anyone
about the nightmare,

then I...

..would lose him for ever.

When did you remember all this?

When I started doing therapy
with Dr Rawls.

I also remembered
that my father sexually abused me

when I was seven years old,

and when I told my mother,
it stopped.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Prior to the past few weeks,
Miss Mortimer,

when did you last see your parents?

Um, about...about a year ago.

A long time. Why is that?

Ever since I was a child,
Dad tried to control me.

Did they treat you badly
when you were small?

Well, there was the abuse.

Ah yes, the "abuse",
that suddenly came back to you

while you were moving your eyes
back and forth -

much like the memory of your father
with Tommy's corpse.

Did your delusions last year include
images of blood, or basements?

No, you don't understand -
I think I do.

You have always been resentful
of your father

because he told you the hard truths
that you didn't want to hear.

And when you heard
that Tommy's bones had been found,

you saw an opportunity for revenge,
didn't you?

No! He did it. That is why,

all my life,
he has been there, watching me.

That's a good job, isn't it?

He warned you off the boy
who got you pregnant,

then forced you to have an abortion
which made you sterile

at the age of, what was it? 15.
That's hardly relevant.

What is your point, Mr Greer?

That Miss Mortimer's life

is a catalogue
of disastrous relationships.

She is deeply unstable.

Mum, I told you what he did to me,
and you blamed me!

You called me
a dirty, precocious little whore.

You always took his side.

And there you have it.

The sole motivation
of this hysterical witch hunt -

a spoilt child

who resents the bond
between her loving parents.

Thank you, Mr Greer.

I can't take it... I can't...

Great. Our main witness
falls to pieces in the witness box.

So now the jury think
she's a hysterical mess,

and they'll side with her dad.

We've got nothing left, James.
We've lost.

There's one last chance -
Vernon himself.

He knows why Julia fell apart
in the box.

He's carried that guilt
for 20 years.

Imagine what that's done to him...

..and how's he going to respond
under pressure?

I...I cared about Thomas.

So much so that you abused him,
just like you abused your daughter.

I never hurt her.
Oh, you did, Mr Mortimer.

And you're still hurting her now,
aren't you?

You saw her in the witness box.

It didn't look much like
she was gloating, did it?

It looked more like falling apart.

Mr Steel's views are neither here
nor there. Can we stick to facts?

You didn't just destroy one family,
Mr Mortimer.

You destroyed your own as well.

Are you ever going to make it right
for your daughter, or for Tommy?

Are you ever
going to take responsibility

for the damage you've caused,
the damage you continue to cause?

When are you
going to be a father again?

I sexually assaulted my daughter

when she was seven years old.
MURMURS IN COURT

It went on for four months.

Julia told her mother,

who threatened to call the police...

My lady, this is most irregular.

..if I ever did it again.
May I ask for the jury to retire?

This is my turn to talk!

The jury will hear what Mr Mortimer
has to say, Mr Greer.

Go on.

I didn't know where to get help.

I took work away from home.

I approached young boys in toilets,

but they were strangers.

When Thomas's dad died,

all I wanted to do was help,
and we got close.

I came to love him
like he was my own son.

I made him do things to me

for six months...

..in return for treats.

He wanted to stop,

said it felt wrong.

We were in the basement.

He said he was going to tell
his mother.

He tried to get away.

There was a hammer by the boiler.

I hit him with it...

..on the side of his head.

Just the once.

I didn't mean to kill him.

I didn't want to lose you.

What did you do then, Mr Mortimer?

I...

..I put him inside the fireplace...

..and bricked it up.

My boy.

I'm sorry.
My boy!

Ronnie, we got our man in the end!

We?

Did you know?

I just wanted us to be a family.

Where...

Where will you go?

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