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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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