All language subtitles for Trial and Retribution s08e02 Blue Eiderdown 2.eng

He admitted to having sex with Angela
Dutton, did he not tell you that in the

private chat you had with him?

Yeah, I suppose you know that Martin
Wilkes has an alibi for Angela Dutton's

murder. So even when you're running
around playing Miss Bloody Marple, leave

the frame!

Morning. Morning.

Well, you've verified that Martin
Wilkes' fingerprints were present, as

his DNA.

The test results should be through later
today.

Victim's boyfriend's DNA matched to the
sheets.

From the ID down, we've got saliva mixed
with blood.

This often happens with suffocation,
nosebleed.

So from these two samples, we've proved
without doubt that your victim, Angela

Dutton, was Susan Del Rey's daughter.

Now we get to the unsavoury bit.

We remove two pubic hairs from Del Rey's
douche.

Whoever left them in her vagina, when
she douched, they got lost in the tube.

We took a DNA sample, and it matches
semen from Angela Dutton's pillow.

Oh, the same man?

Yes.

The unsavory factor is, he was your
victim's father.

Oh, there's your motive.

I was just going to call you, sir.

No, we have a result.

Very possibly in both cases.

Yes.

Yes, sir.

Sir,

I don't think you're going to like what
I have to tell you.

The, uh... Yes, yes, the suspect was the
same in the Susan Delray case.

Come on, Colonel!

It's Martin Wilkes.

They want me to bring in Martin Weld.

Oh.

Jesus Christ.

Where is wife and kids?

Thank you.

Yeah, we need an ambulance to 27... We
got

the DNA result.

We're left unmotivated.

Martin Wilkes was not Angela Dutton's
father.

Yes, sir.

It was about five minutes ago.

No, the local police are on their way
here now. Okay, later.

You're Detective Chief Superintendent
Walker? Yes, sir. I was late.

This is DCI Connor.

Nice to see you, business.

Thank you. You know how we came to be
the three suspects?

No.

Susan Del Rey was caught doing a sex act
in her car by a young, wet -behind -the

-ears Constable Martin Wilkes. You all
seem to think this perverse voyeurism is

something new.

The way it works, my dear, is this.

A couple drive to a secluded location.

Things get steamy inside the vehicle. A
group gathers to watch. Of course,

nowadays you'd have a website.

I'm sorry.

The gent in the car was none other than
a very young Jonathan Southwood.

We have no record of this. His daddy
hired me.

Young lawyer, eager to get ahead.

No case.

But we all became embroiled with Miss
Delray. She was a minx. She was also

murdered. As I'm aware of that, I'm
simply explaining to you how three young

found Miss Delray irresistible.

I was questioned at the time of her
murder and released.

It was very embarrassing.

But she was a very delectable lady.

That is all I can tell you. Did you know
Angela Dutton?

No, I did not.

She was Susan Del Rey's daughter. I have
had no interaction with Miss Del Rey's

daughter whatsoever.

She worked in a club called Plato's.

Really? Accused for the sexually
perverse. It appears to me that you are

fishing. You have no suspects and
nothing incriminating involving the

Sir, as you know, if I wish to get
access to the membership list, I can't

warrant. I believe there have been
certain allegations made against you

involving substantial sums of money that
went astray.

Sir, could you tell me where you were on
the 15th of March of this year?

I was in court, as usual, from 9 to 5
.30. In fact, it was a case that

the presence of poor Martin Wilkes.

I'm sorry to have to ask you this, sir,
but we all require a swab for DNA

elimination. Done. I was at the lab at 7
.30 yesterday morning.

Bloody knew I was.

I'd love to know. He's found out all
that shit about me. I've never touched

money. He's had a DNA test and he's got
an alibi.

Yeah, which conveniently includes Martin
Wolf. I am telling you, those three

stayed in touch. And one of them is the
killer. And all three have got an alibi.

Oh, come on, Walker. You can leave a
courtroom and come back.

No, the judge.

Okay, everybody, gather round. Lisa,
hold that door. Steve, that one. No one

or out. Kevin, hit the lights, please.

Right, I'm only going to say this once,
and once only.

Press embargo.

This is ex -Chief Inspector Ken Latham.
He led up the inquiry on the Susan Del

Rey case.

Susan Del Rey's body was very
decomposed.

She had restraint marks to her wrists
and her ankles.

The family didn't seem to know much. The
sister mentioned that a couple of times

Susan had appeared with various bruises.

We had four hospital reports of her
being taken into St.

Stephen's Casualty for various beatings.
Arm broken, twisted bowel, collapsed

lung. Del Rey never pressed any charges.

Boyfriend's obviously paying for the
damage. Del Rey owed rent, owed money

over the place. I thought maybe she'd
tried blackmail. Any proof?

No, zero bank account. She was broke.

With three classic suspects,

Police officer, a lawyer, and a guy with
a couple of million round his neck.

Who'd you put in the frame?

Jonathan Southwood.

Body jumped off the M25.

Six weeks dead.

No witness.

Hot spell, summer of 1990.

Stench was horrific.

Whatever had happened the night she died
was... I went through all the letters,

the scrapbook, and then the items from
her box. I did check it with a normal

goldstone. Gladstone.

Sorry, he sort of verified it. It might
mean nothing, but... Well,

listing the Susan Dowry boxes are blue
eye to down, red shoe, dog collar, and

then there's the case file and the
things removed from her muse. Yeah,

yeah, I checked it all. It was fine.

Five glossy fashion magazines.

Yeah, that's a lot.

It's just, well, three are missing.

They only have two, so three may have
been taken.

OK, get over it to you, Colin. I
remember seeing a stack of magazines on

coffee table where we found the
scrapbook.

Anna, have your attention, please.

Thank you.

Yeah, listen up, everybody.

Susan Delray's daughter, Angela Dutton,
and we don't know whether she was in too

rough sex or not, but we have the same
restraint marks on the ankles and

Second thing is...

Angela Dutton's head wound was inflicted
before she was chucked off the balcony.

Her boyfriend, Colin Thorpe, runs the
club Plato's where she worked.

We also know that Martin Wilkes was
having sex with Angela Dutton. Oh, that

place would throw them in like a magnet.

Yeah, now, guys, this place is not just
about, you know, a kinky dress. It's

about control.

You'll have members, excuse the pun, but
men wanting compliance action as well

as the opposite, and this club supplied
it. Ah, that's their sales pitch, is it?

They won't have to advertise these
sexual perversions. They draw in very

-powered, successful men and women.

They're like a contact grapevine for
each other. It's a safe house, a safe

place. And the women employed to act out
these fantasies are tough and mean.

They know exactly what they're required
to do.

Everything is geared to up the fantasy
of restrained sex.

And the security and protection of the
clients will be the biggest incentive

this club to attract the real sickos.

Getting in won't be easy. We'll get a
warrant. We'll get into Plato. You mind

telling you something here? You've got a
judge, an MP, OK, the guy from Clubs

and Vices, Ed, but they'll still know
before you do what your intentions are.

But I have been told very few have
actual sex.

Penetration is not what this club is
about.

These clubs are about fantasy.

About pain, humiliation, cruelty, not
violence.

The whips don't break the skin.

The chains don't cut into the wrist.

It's what goes on up here.

What about leather masks? Lips across
the mouth.

Restraint.

Some hoods don't have any eye holes.

Darkness.

Wearer can't speak unless the zip is
drawn back.

Can't lick.

Understand?

Ex -chief inspector Latham running the
show now, is he? I presume you two

discussed all that down the pub.

Yeah, a celibate. Tell me what you get
on your high horse about.

Two Mick's should get along.

Don't you ever call me Mick.

Okay.

You know, the fact that they had sex
with Angela doesn't necessarily mean

they killed her. I mean, the fact that
we have semen stains doesn't necessarily

mean they were deposited on the day that
she died.

You know, we need more.

Who paid in the 50 ,000 to her bank
account? It was cash. Now, Southwood's

millions. But if Angela was trading on
Southwood for the money, I mean, it

doesn't mean that he tossed her off the
balcony or that he's got anything to do

with your bloody club.

No, we've got to set up an undercover
operation. It's the only way.

What? Colin Thorpe's got an alibi.

Sorry.

Your closet.

Oh, yeah.

I've got to go and see one of the girls
from the club.

Interview her for...

Information.

Satch, Satch.

Hey.

What girl?

I don't know.

She was there when we interviewed Colin
Thorpe.

What do you mean, like a hoodess or
something?

No, I think she works in a restaurant or
something.

I suppose that's where he got his no
actual sex penetration from.

What are you so uptight for? Listen,
Satch, we have a double murder inquiry

going on here, and he is busy getting
his rocks off. Otherwise, there'd be

someone with him.

Machine, my instructions are to organise
an undercover... Sorry, excuse me.

I don't mean to be rude, but if you
don't agree with what Mike's doing, why

don't you discuss it with him?

It's not personal. I need to ask you a
few questions.

What about Angela Dutton?

I've told you I didn't really know her.

Well, I can do it here, or I can do it
in the station.

There's no need to be like this.

Come in.

I've had a really awful day with Nico.

He's driving me crazy.

Help yourself.

Well, maybe you'd come around the
earring.

I don't think they're Angela's.

Aston Martin.

Very nice car.

There's some magazines.

Yeah, I checked them out.

They may still be in the rubbish.

It's over there.

You

sure

about the earring?

Yeah. Angela wasn't really into fake
earrings.

Well, not since we got together.

So when's he coming back?

All right, well, listen, I'll try and
speak to him then.

Walker seems to rate it.

Your opinion, that is.

For what it's worth, what's your
problem?

I don't have one.

Walker does.

Jonathan Southwood pays a fortune into
the prison services.

His daddy donated millions to the Police
Federation's rehabilitation hospital.

I had the big brass crushing my balls.

Now you've reopened my case. Who do you
think's putting the pressure on Walker?

Some people are putting pressure on you.

She didn't deserve to end up the way she
did. With a pet dog lying beside her

with its throat slanted.

Do you keep all your old case files or
just they'll raise?

Try this one, sweetheart.

30 years experience.

And they kick me out because of
discrepancies on the expense sheets. And

do the same to Walker.

He charges into that cesspit of a club.

He'll not see his pension.

And he could take you down with him.

Oh, it stinks of booze.

It's coffee with a little brandy.

Bingo.

Nico was perfectly fine until he was
about three and a half, talking and

laughing.

And then he had this fever -like
illness.

But now, it took me two hours yesterday
to put his shoes on. Two hours!

Because he had to have his ladies
matching.

He wouldn't wear velcro.

Yeah, he's a bit of a handful, you know.
Oh, that's to put it mildly.

Here. I don't know what to do.

I can't really handle him.

Does your husband help financially?

No.

Working in a club gives me daytime with
him, but it's catch -22.

I still have to get someone to mind the
mean ones.

Not tonight.

It's my night off.

Yes, well, if it could.

Uh -huh.

ASAP. Okay. We'd appreciate that.

Okay.

Okay, bye.

Yeah, bye.

I thought there were some photo shoots
of Del Rey in here. Did you find any

No. He speaks French quite well.

Someone called when I was there. I only
did German at school, so I couldn't pick

up what he was saying.

He also mentioned the paste earring that
was found in the shag pile, which is

pretty ironic considering she managed to
shag everything on two legs.

He didn't think it was hers. He said she
wasn't into fake diamonds.

Do you have kids?

Yeah, two of them.

They're with my wife.

Typical. No, it's not typical. I provide
for them and I see them as often as I

can.

And how often is often?

Sorry.

None of my business.

Sweetheart, there's nothing I would like
better.

I had to spend some time with you.

Oh, I've got a photo shoot.

You good on this?

Ditto, photo shoot.

Publicity for the black mask.

I've got a ring, platform boots, and
what looks like poodle fur around her

Which is pretty incongruous, seeing as
how a poodle's throat was cut.

Some place, very plush.

Yeah, it's still in Southwoods.

Take a look at that.

How'd you find it? Both posts,
Elizabethan beds, tapestry.

No, no, no, bottom of the picture.

Carved pillow, headboard.

No, no.

Flash, flash.

Head this to the lab. I'm only going to
blow off of that picture. Look, Carl

Westcott, I'm having a nightmare getting
a go -ahead for this on the cover. That

cover's got connections.

Hey, go, look.

What? Blue -eyed or dead?

What?

Satch.

Look, I've got work to do. I need some
information about Cornerthorpe.

I can wait for a while.

Tell me about Angela.

There is nothing to tell.

She worked at a club.

There are lots of Angelas.

Yeah, but she moved in because she was
Carla Thorpe's girlfriend.

What happened? She moved in with him.

A recent one.

Calling goes through with them, darling.

Yeah. Had she quit working?

Angela.

She never quit working, as you put it.

She was always after the main terms.

You didn't like her.

I never said that.

Hey. What I've said is that I didn't
really know her. Remember?

How long had she worked at the club?

Maybe ten months.

Ten months?

Yeah, but she'd been living with... Oh,
shit.

Colin Thorpe for at least six months.
She doesn't let the grass grow under her

feet, does she?

Oh, no, she was younger than... I mean,
Colin often moved the girl.

And then when he got tired of them, they
went back to work.

So she wasn't working at the club?

Well, sometimes.

She may have kept her regulars. I don't
know.

Regulars? Like clients she had sex with.
Well, listen, I don't ask questions,

okay? Hey, but I do, and I need some
answers, babes.

Now, you told me that Colin Thorpe
wasn't there when you started working.

time was that?

Well, he may have been. I don't know. I
didn't see him. I went straight to the

restaurant. I've told you that. Mike is
going to go apeshit about this.

Well, if he doesn't answer his mobile,
screw him.

This is it.

And that's him, Jonathan Southwood.

No, it's not.

I'm DCI Connor. This is BS Thatcher.

What's this about?

I don't know if you're aware of an
inquiry into the death of a girl named

Dutton.

No, I can't say that I am.

Do you know Angela Dutton? No, I don't.

Where were you, if you don't mind me
asking, on the 15th of March of this

15th March of hand?

It was, what, a week ago?

Yes. I was in the south of France.

I'll need verification on that, please.
Won't be difficult. May I ask why?

Oh, the day Angela Dutton died.

Well, I'll have my secretary call and
give you the details.

She was Susan Del Rey's daughter.

And the connection?

Well, you were questioned in regard to
Miss Del Rey's death back in 1990.

Yes.

Yes, I was.

Because of the two deaths, we've had to
reopen the murder inquiry into Susan Del

Rey's cape. You sure you didn't know
Angela Dutton?

Absolutely.

Mrs. Fathwood, could I see your
bedrooms, please?

The bedroom I'm interested in has a four
-poster in it. It was used in a photo

shoot.

Yes, well, we don't actually do tours.

It featured Susan Del Rey.

Yes, I used to hide a pile out for
commercials in the old photo shoot.

Is that how you met her?

Sorry? Susan Del Rey.

Yes, yes, it was.

I'm sorry, darling.

I didn't know you had company.

I won't join you, sweetheart.

This is... I'm so sorry.

Do you see our Russian Connor?

This is D .F. Satchel.

There's nothing wrong, is there? No, no,
no. This shouldn't take long.

Just discussing security.

We're going to need a swab for DNA
testing just to eliminate you in any

connection to Angela Dutton's murder.
I've told you I didn't know Angela

Ah, but you knew Susan Del Rey.

I want to call my solicitor.

And until I've spoken to him, I don't
think it's prudent to answer any more

questions.

Mr. Southwood, I would appreciate it if
you would voluntarily accompany me to

Hoxton Police Station.

Connor! What the bloody hell do you
think you're doing?

I feel the world and his dumb mother
unto me. I am working on an undercover

operation. You've never answered any of
your calls, Walker. And you know what? I

don't give a shit what you think,
because I've got new evidence.

Really? What bloody new evidence?

Take a look.

The eiderdown wrapped around Susan Del
Rey's body came from the south of the

States.

Southwood Solicitation.

It's Alec Somerton.

At this point, we're simply questioning
your client in regard to the murder of

Susan Del Rey. I was questioned 14 years
ago.

I was released without charges.

With regard to Angela Dutton, I've made
it perfectly clear that I was out of the

country at the time of her death. Well,
we will nevertheless require a DNA swab

for elimination.

But my client has denied knowing her. I
would say that this is nothing short of

harassment. It may seem that way to you,
Mr Somerton, but due to these

circumstances, we have no option but to
reopen Susan Delray's case alongside

that of Angela Dutton.

Mr Southwood.

Did Angela Dutton ever attempt to
contact you? I have just stated that I

of the country. Yes, I'm well aware that
you have just stated.

But if Miss Dutton did call you, we will
have the number recorded. We can access

your telephone records.

Do you agree to this, John?

I can agree.

But you won't be given access to some of
my personal records without government

clearance.

They're highly confidential.

Well, we'll also be seeking authority to
gain access to your bank accounts.

What on earth for?

In order to determine whether your
client withdrew a substantial amount of

in the past two weeks. I withdraw
substantial amounts of money frequently.

Most recently, when my family went to
the south of France. My client has

willingly answered your questions, and
we now have nothing further to say on

matter. He did not know Angela Duck.

Sorry, excuse me.

You might find this quite distressing,
but we have recently found out that

Angela was having a sexual relationship
with her own father.

Now, we can, of course, presume that the
man in question was unaware of his

paternity. But Susan Del Rey never
disclosed who the father of Angela was.

You move too fast.

What about accessing his bank records?

Oh, yeah, and find out how much he
donated to the Peace Federation last

Jesus Christ, you bloody one landed me
in it.

Angela Dutton used a pay -as -you -go
mobile, changed it every other week, so

will have no record of her private calls
or negotiations.

How do you know?

Oh, all the girls have them. Just a
little bit of information I picked up

Mila Raskovic.

Angela Dutton would not be screwing
other men while calling them on her

boyfriend's landline, much less likely
if she was trying to hand up blackmail.

And one other thing.

If there was anything incriminating at
Southwoods, thanks to you, it won't be

there now.

Look, Mike, I'm sorry I jumped the gun.

Oh, really?

And as far as me getting my rocks off
with Mila Raskovic, at the moment she is

our only entry into that club because we
are being stonewalled.

Good night.

What? I said one more time about me and
Mila Raskovic.

She said nothing to her, honest. She's
jumping to conclusions.

I don't know, Satch.

I haven't felt like this before.

Police brought in Jonathan Southwood.

Is that why you're so edgy?

Afraid Mr Respectability's going to get
caught with his pants down? Don't try to

be clever with me, Colin. Not now, not
ever.

Halfwood was tipped off they were
getting a warrant to access your

list. They have the membership list,
Alex.

They don't mean shit.

But if they come into the building,
they're going to freak out the customers

that's it, yeah?

I don't want them in here, Alex.

So do whatever you need to do to keep
them out. Because that's what I pay you

for, to go in here.

My contact worked for Plato's up until
nine months ago when she was fired for

filching clients or slaves, as she calls
them, and doing private sessions in her

own makeshift dungeon.

Justice said that Colin Thorpe always
initiated the new girls and that Angela

Dutton was a pride.

Hang on.

Satch said he was really caught up with
the hospital about the suicide.

But then later on, he was seemingly
unconcerned about the possibility she

entertaining clients back at the bar.
Unless he found out she was doing

what my contact got fired for, and in
his own flat. Oh,

come on. Colin Thorpe has got an alibi.
And you believe it? Yeah. He's one hell

of a player.

His open clubs had them burnt down.
Never been good for so much as a parking

ticket. He's better educated than the
lot of us put together. Where the hell

you getting all this stuff, Ken? My
contact.

She told me he went to either Eton or
Harrow, and this could be legit or not,

but apparently his mother ran a high
-class whorehouse in the south of

When he found out how school fees were
being paid, he went berserk, cut loose

from the toffs.

By all accounts, she was a real tough
woman and left him a fortune when she

died. Probably taught him all he knows.

Such.

Have we got an update on Plato's?

No. Thumbs down.

Now, why are we going to get entry to
that club?

You've got very powerful string pullers.
You think Judge Saxon and Southwood

won't cover their arses in case you get
another profumo scandal?

Yeah, but look, Colin Thorpe's alibi
doesn't hold.

And Milo Raskin said he wasn't even
there. You'll never get access to his

membership list. Oh, come on.

Colin Thorpe did not kill Susan Del Rey.
He was in short trousers at the time.

As I told you, we've got two killers.

OK, so we've got two killers. We've got
one for Angela Dutton, and if we strike

lucky, we're going to get one for Susan
Del Rey. What's the problem?

I'm going to get another round. Same
again? Yeah, have a whisky. I'm fine.

Hey, can I get two whisky chaser?

No, Simon.

They're going to need to replace Angela
Dutton at Plato's.

The super bitch over there has got a
real mean streak in her.

I'm calling Thorpe as a male.

Hey, think your power would help us out,
Kent?

It'll cost you.

This is a little sideline of mine.

I've got a friend hand -makes all this
rubber gear.

Mind you, it costs a bundle.

Feel it.

That rub is the soft of the condom.

So how long have you known Ken Latham?

Don't really know him at all.

Sad bloke, isn't he?

Well, he's always looked after me.

Did you know Angela Dutton? Not
recently.

We worked a massage parlour years back.

Greedy bitch.

If I get you an introduction into
Plato's, you've got to look out for me.

Any shit comes down, you're on camera.

Try this for five.

What's going on?

She's having a post -itory.

I think she'll be a while.

There's been a full risk of press route.

I know that. I've gone in so long. Well,
I offered, but I've already met Clive

Thorpe. You know, I quite fancy
squeezing into a bit of water.

Joe.

Right. When you're changing to your kit,
just make sure that you don't

disconnect this wire.

Okay. Okay.

Oh, Shane, you give the code word, we're
in lockdown.

Okay.

I think you took away my day.

Good evening. I'm Detective Chief
Superintendent Mike Walker. There's a

detective constable, Lisa West.

What do you want?

Do you mind me asking how long you've
been married?

Ten years.

Okay.

Now, this bed.

Have you ever used or seen another
bedcrawler either down in this suite?

ask what this is about?

Mrs. Thathwood, I'm terribly sorry, but
I do have to ask... Look, we hardly ever

use this room.

Is there anyone else we could ask?

There's the old housekeeper. She lives
in the village.

What is this about?

I'd like you to look at the photograph,
Lisa.

And tell me if you recognise the girl in
it.

Why are you here?

Just look at the photograph, please,
Mrs. Thathwood.

Is this about her?

What is she?

Prostitute.

Is she a prostitute?

You're early.

Yes, I'm sorry. Who recommended you?

Barbara. Barbara Brentwood.

I'm due to see... Colm Thorpe.

Right.

It's quite a place you have here.

Yes.

You worked here long?

I just managed the restaurant.

Where are you going?

What do you think of it?

Emily?

Emily? You bastard.

You told me. What are you talking about?
You promised me in France that you

changed. That you're not going to
change. Leave me alone. Don't touch me.

It's over.

I'm leaving you.

Please, don't. You know what? I don't
even care who knows what kind of a woman

you are. Do you excuse me?

Your wife recognised Angela Dutton, Mr
Southwood.

You stated you had never met Angela
Dutton.

Your wife identified a photograph.

Would you like to start again, Mr
Southwood?

Mr. Southwood, would you take a look at
this photograph?

When did you last see her?

Mr. Southwood, the blue -eyed adorned
that Susan Del Rey's body was found

wrapped inside... I have no comment to
make until my solicitor's present.

Take your jacket off.

Name?

Roisin.

Good name.

Nice Irish accent.

Worked for the Halcyon Agency, right?

Yes, I did. No, thank you. Drink it.

Very attractive.

Nice firm breasts.

Child -bearing hips.

Excellent.

Ice -cold eyes.

Look at me.

You don't like sex, do you?

You've got me all sewn up.

I find you very attractive.

Yeah? I need to speak to you. Not now,
Mila.

Nick has fallen and hurt his head. He's
in outpatients. I cannot go, Colin.

Okay, go. But just get straight back,
because I need you here, Mila.

Now, where were we?

I just need a job.

Well, you better be as good as Barbara
says you are.

I'm good.

She's doing the business all right,
isn't she?

Barbara didn't like me being on her
patch, if you know what I mean. She said

could earn more money with you.

So tell me, how much?

First, I just need to see how good you
are.

You have some very important clients.

Mr. Thorpe, either you want to hire me
or you don't. What does that mean

exactly?

What's she doing?

Very mean.

We know that for the photo shoot of Mr.
Southwood, they didn't supply the blue

-eyed man.

Yet here it is, very clearly seen in the
corner of the photograph.

Did it belong to you?

No comment.

Do you know a Mrs. Deirdre Bilks?

Housekeeper who worked for your family.

She identified the blue -eyed Adonis
having come from your house.

Before being shown the item, she was
able to describe in great detail the

tassels, the so -called edgings.

Yeah, I... I don't remember it.

If you look at these photographs, Mr
Scythe, you might just jog, you know.

Jonathan, I would advise you not to say
anything more at this time.

Like doing private clients.

Was that what Angela was doing?

What section are you on? I'm not sure,
actually. I presume the restaurant is

that. That's where Mila worked.

I thought she told you.

Oh, well, then that's her menu over
there.

We wet the dungeon together.

Can we now discuss Angela Dutton?

Mr Southwood would help you if you tell
us everything you know.

She said she had something she wanted to
show me.

I went round to her flat in Hoxton.

You had sex with her?

Mr Southwood, would you please answer
the question? Did you have sex with her?

Yes.

On four or five occasions.

One weekend, she turned up at my home.

She knew I was away for a conference.

And... she confronted my wife.

You may find it hard to believe, but I
love my wife.

I do. She told Emily we were

lovers.

She did it because she wanted more
money. She wanted a million pounds cash.

Did you kill Angela Dutton? No, I
didn't.

I agreed.

I agreed to pay her in installments. I
gave her £50 ,000 cash and agreed

that further payments would be paid to
her bank when I got back.

Did she show you what she had
discovered?

No. So she never showed you the
photograph of her mother on the blue

adorn?

Suspect shook his head.

Why did you agree to keep on paying her
this hell of a lot of money?

She'd taken the condom I'd used with her
and

had my DNA tested.

So she knew you were her biological
father?

Yes.

Did you continue to have sex with her
when you knew she was your daughter?

purposes of the tape.

Suspect nodded his head.

Oh, you know, it depended on the client.
500 for dinner and the rest was

negotiable. Friend of Angela's, are you?

No, Barbara Brentwood.

Do you know her?

No.

Excuse me.

You want to know about that rat cow,
Angela?

I tell you something, she taught me how
to give gold in the shower.

She said you've got to tank up with
gallons of water. Go on, Andy, go piss

water.

So, tell me, did Angela ever at any time
suggest to you that she might possibly

be blackmailing someone else?

No. Mr Southwood, someone cracked her
skull.

It would help your case and us if you
tell us everything you know. Did Angela

any time ever suggest that she was being
frightened or frightened?

No. Are you sure?

What? Someone called while I was there,
but she didn't seem scared, just angry.

Did she tell you what his name was? It
was a woman, ex -girlfriend of this man

she was living with. Did you get a name?

No, just that she'd made calls before
and was following around.

What, do you mean like stalking her?

I suppose so.

But Angela, she wasn't scared.

She was angry, told her that I didn't
get a life.

OK, could this woman have worked with
her at the club?

Mr Sutherwood, this is really, really
important. What has this got to do with

your inquiry, DCS Walker?

OK, take me back, take me back, Mr
Sutherwood. Tell me... Take me back to

last time you were with Angela.

She said... Angela said she...

invited around to the flat. Who?

This woman. From the club?

I don't know.

What the hell has this got to do with
your inquiry?

Look, well, this means that that was the
day before you went to the south of

France, correct? And you left on the
14th of March. Yeah.

That means this woman could possibly
have been in the flat on the day they

the diet.

Go away.

Why are we interested in her?

Little friends.

Angela. Well, I want to get it right,
don't I?

You will.

I think it would take you years to get
up to her level. She was a mean bitch.

Ask Mila.

Mila? No.

She's in love with Colin. She was
shucking up with him before Angela came

scene. Come on, girls.

Chop, chop.

Busy night.

Oh, no. You're taking me away from her
already.

We're just getting to know one another,
aren't we?

I like her.

I think that you and me are playing
together.

Don't you?

Now, Cassandra.

You see?

You've got him all tied up, haven't you?

Just waiting for him.

For him.

Come on, babe, get your gear on.

She left earlier.

Call Walker. He knows where she lives.

You said you were very close.

Maybe I looked out for her.

She was in with some sick stuff.

Colin didn't mind?

He did not.

What's that?

It's a bunch of cabs.

Right.

In you go.

You didn't think I was going to let you
loose on a real client before checking

you out?

Did you do this with all the girls?

Are you sure they know what they're
doing? Yeah.

Oh, God.

You make me sick.

Do I?

What, are you telling me that this
doesn't turn you on a little bit?

No.

Oh,

yeah.

Come on.

There's something we can do.

Show me.

Enjoy it.

Yeah.

That's good.

Never let a client touch you. But you've
got to come up with some better

dialogue than you make a fit, all right?
How about you're a twisted, warped,

pathetic little boy?

Very good, very good, very good. But
you've just got to take... the history

of your voice.

He's all about control.

He's a shell.

Keep it low. It's much more threatening.

You've got it in you.

Look, just show a little respect.

Don't touch me.

What's going on in there?

Careful with the contact.

Don't ever touch me.

Oh, you want to play?

Oh, good.

Good luck in this, aren't you?

No. Yes, you are. I can tell.

Well, tell me what to do.

What do you want me to do?

You don't know what you need to do. I
want you to unlock that door, get

down here and let me out. Do you
understand?

Do you understand me?

I can't. I'm your prisoner. You're in
control.

You're OK?

Yeah, the baby, she's fine. The hospital
said you're fine.

I don't dare.

You're a sweet woman like that.

Now, move it.

Good.

That's good. Is that good?

Is that good?

You've never experienced sexual
gratification or I've given you R &R

You enjoying that, are you?

Please, let me out of the door.

Door's open.

You can go anytime you want.

You're good.

Very good.

Where have you been?

How come I've never seen you before?

Because that was your first time.

Barbara was bullshit, wasn't she?

Mila? Is Mila here?

Could you just wait a minute? I'll
just...

Hello, wee man.

Where's your mummy?

Is she hiding upstairs?

Will you and me go and have a look for
her?

Come on.

She must have gone back to the club with
Mr... You recognise this?

It matches the one found in the carpet
calling Thorpe Splat.

We need to talk.

Listen. No, I can't do this.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter
that Barbara lied to me about you. It's

okay. I don't want to do this!

Listen!

It doesn't matter.

I need someone with your class.

Or else I'll let you get freaked out.

If there's any constipation, sometimes I
sicken myself.

And I don't make this offer to all the
bitches here.

But you might really have the pain.

And that means you're worth a lot more.

You're a hidden treasure.

Like a type of oyster.

What's going on?

What's he saying?

He

knows.

He knows. I'm pulling it. I'm pulling
it. I'm pulling it.

I'm in this place.

I have to do all the work around here.

All the clearing up.

That blonde, she's only a fucking cop.

Tell me something I don't know.

Get the Crown Prince up first and do
your job.

Mila!

Mila! Mila, do you know who Angela was
dating? I think she was trying to

blackmail one of her clients.

I wouldn't be surprised if anything
should be... Mila, Mila, I need you to

to me.

I need you to answer my questions.

Mila, listen, I know. I know that you
lied about Angela. And I know that you

lied about her and you're working alone.
I know. I saw you with him.

I'm coming. I'm coming.

Mila.

Mila.

Mila, no, come on. I meant to tell you.

Mila.

Come on, Mila. Don't do this. Don't do
this. I'm a police officer. Mila, come

on.

No, ma 'am. No, ma 'am.

I've got these two.

Heidi, with me.

Where is she?

The blonde, Mila?

I have to take it to Andre. Forget about
it, Captain. Those two bitches you

hired.

Too nice.

You know, you know you treat me no
better.

Who do you think has been cleaning the
place, Colin?

Colin, I'm yours!

Help me get on the floor!

What can I do?

This isn't happening.

Jesus Christ.

Is she still alive?

Shit. Control, require urgent
assistance.

Get LAS, DCI Connor down.

Repeat, DCI Connor down.

Don't try and talk.

It's okay.

You're going to be fine.

I'll come and see you. You take care.

She's going to be all right, isn't she?
Yeah, I'll leave her for that.

Miss Raskovich, do you understand the
seriousness of the allegations?

Yes.

You have been arrested for the murder of
Angela Dutton and the attempted murder

of Detective Chief Inspector Roisin
Connor.

Do you have anything to say?

My son, his name is Nico.

Is someone with him?

Someone is with Nico.

On the 15th of March, did you murder
Angela Dutton?

Why?

For the purposes of the tape, suspect
nodded her head.

She said she needed to have him.

DNA samples tested.

I knew she was pregnant with Colin's
baby and she needed to prove it was his.

You mean Angela wasn't pregnant?

Why did you do it?

Because I didn't want to lose him.

Who?

He's Nico's father, but he wouldn't
believe me, but he is. Who is he? Who

you talking about? Colin.

And I loved him so much.

I had to clean up all the towels, had to
clean away the blood.

I didn't want to get Colin into trouble,
so... He didn't look dead.

Not really, and... I dressed her up and
took her onto the balcony.

But now I know he used me.

They all use me.

You use me.

Men always have.

You're just the same.

There was a little boy on a bicycle.

I didn't want him to see her falling.

My son, Niko, he can't ride the bike. He
can't ride the bike. My Niko.

Is the little boy all right?

Is he all right?

250 pounds.

I don't know what you can get.

I don't think we should be here.

Club closed.

It was off to summer skids.

Then the backers pulled out.

Who wants to deal with bloody Russians
and worse, the Arabs, eh?

So I began again.

Whether here or abroad.

But I wanted to see you again.

You're looking at me.

You being a police officer, even more
so.

But I like that.

In the cell, you liked it, didn't you?

I know.

But I also know I touched a raw nerve.

I want you, Rasheed.

you want me.

The indication feels good.

We did good all round. I got my calorie,
you got yours.

All five.

Sandra Dutton's here.

Susan Del Rey's sister. Oh, does she
want to listen on June 4th? Why is she

there herself?

Hello, you wanted to talk to me. Would
you mind walking with me?

I didn't tell you the truth when you
came to see me.

It's about Susan's leather bag that was
stolen with vanity case.

She had them with her the night she came
to see me in a terrible state.

All beaten up.

And when I looked inside the bag, it's
almost... Don't worry, we know what's in

the bag.

You don't know?

About these.

The defendant claimed in interview that
it was all Susan Del Rey's idea.

That she introduced him to bizarre
sexual practices.

That she made him strangle her.

Until she reached orgasm.

The Crown says that the defendant's
brazen claim that this was a terrible

accident occurring in the midst of
consensual sexual activity is the last

of the dice by a desperate man.

My lady, would you forgive me?

What are these?

Photographs. You

may

think that this is highly
unsatisfactory, and I would agree with

However, all I can tell you is that
evidence has come to light in the form

photographs that wholly undermine the
case that the Crown opened it to you and

strongly support the defence case that
Susan Delray's death was an accident.

And what happened then, Mr Southwood?

Dog.

It started yapping.

I was afraid it would wake the house.

What, the dog?

Mr.

Sutherland. So I took the dog and I
threw it out of the room.

I know it was stupid.

Yeah, then the chief... When I came
back, Susan was dead.

Susan.

It was an accident.

It was a what?

An accident.

It was an accident.

An accident.

Yeah. Yeah.

What about the dog? Yeah, I killed the
dog and I... And I took her and wrapped

her and the dog and wrapped them in the
elated... It was an accident.

As no further evidence is being offered,
it follows that the defendant, Jonathan

Southwood, is entitled to a verdict of
not guilty. And that is my direction to

you. Will the defendant please stand?

Will the foreman please stand?

Members of the jury, on direction, do
you find the defendant, Jonathan

Southwood, not guilty of murder?

Not guilty.

You find him not guilty. And is that the
verdict of you all?

It is. Thank you.

You think we didn't friggin' know what
you got up there? You just let that

bastard off the hook. He'll get done for
disposal of the body, OK? So bloody

what?

Jesus, Mike.

Mike looks as if he was telling the
truth. We have shots of her with punter

after punter, doing exactly what that
statue was doing, being strangled for

sexual kicks.

You could have lost the photographs.

Mila Raskovic, you can remain seated.

You have pleaded guilty to murder.

You took the life of Angela Dutton, a
person who had done absolutely no harm

you.

The law obliges me to pass a sentence of
life imprisonment on you, and I do so.

Nobody knew Mila, Mike.

So what do you want to do about it,
Roshina? You want to rush back in there

get her sentence reduced?

Not happy enough that Southwood's off
the hook?

Ah, don't worry.

I'll probably find God and write a
bestseller. Those bastards always land

their feet.

You know nothing about me and Mila
Raskovic.

There's nothing to know.

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