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In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented by two separate

yet equally important groups.

The police, who investigate crime,

and the Crown Prosecutors, who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

An hour, maybe two.

Forty-three years of marriage. It's not a lot to ask, hmm?

Well, uh, the longer we argue about it, the longer I'll be.

Old geezer who dug it up got quite a shock.

Drinking tea with four sugars in it

while uniform get his statement.

All right, did you ever have a metal detector?

I had a pogo stick.

The metal detector kids were the nerds.

I always fancied one but the first Mrs. Brooks reckoned

I had enough crap without going looking for it.

What you got, Joy?

Male corpse, face down, wrapped in the remnants of a sheet.

Decomposition's pretty much complete, mostly a skeleton,

some remains of clothing and footwear.

Oh, and a Swiss watch. Still ticking.

Must be what set the detector off.

How long's he been here, Joy?

Rough guess? Under ten years, over two.

Any other clues as to his ID?

Nope. Even his mouth's empty.

Shattered around the sockets.

Like his teeth had been smashed out.

So we've got no chance of finding out who it is.

No sign of them here, killer knew what they were doing.

So how was he killed?

Single bullet to the back of the skull.

Entry wound, just above the cervical vertebrae.

There's the bullet.

Right. One shot, back of the head, very professional.

Well, it's not a crime of passion.

It's an assassination.

Colt 45 cartridge, that's a single there are no links

to any other shootings or crime scenes.

Uh, the cartridge probably came

from a Smith & Wesson gun or similar.

But we are running checks to see

if there's any matches or anything, okay?

But what about the body? Any joy getting a name?

I've run it through missing persons.

Cross-matched height, age, sex,

factoring in the clothes he was wearing.

Thirty-nine possible matches

for those missing best part of a decade.

Right. Nail his ID. Your best lead is this watch.

It's a classy little timepiece that.

Get it to a watchmaker, see what secrets it yields.

Uh, this brand,

they all have a code. Two letters and two digits.

Now, the letters give you the month, the digits give the year.

Now, this was manufactured in June 1978.

Yeah, that's very good, sir, but we was hoping you might be able

to tell us who the owner of the time piece was.

Oh, yeah, have patience, patience!

You know what happens when everything is a rush?

No.

People accept shit.

You take this to the manufacturer,

they have a register of the owners.

Oh, there's nothing on the system.

Do you know what? I bet it's still in the paper files.

I'm sorry, but the person who did this job

before me wasn't very good.

Just bear with me.

What a lovely environment to work in.

Yeah, they've run out of space in the office next door, so,

they've stuck me in here.

Ah, don't mind. It's my first job out of Uni.

What happens when it gets cold?

I wear gloves.

Ah, yes! Here it is!

Your watch is registered to David Ackroyd.

Post-mortem boys thought you might like this.

They pulled it out of your male anon's leg.

Give us a clue then, guv, what is it?

It's a pin from his knee, must've been holding

- whole thing together. - Oh.

And there is exactly one man on the missing persons list

with exactly the same form of injury.

Let me guess, David Ackroyd.

Forty-two, matches height and clothes.

Pin in his knee from a car accident.

Went missing Christmas Eve 1999.

Ackroyd's killer is already in prison.

- What? - Ah, Luke Slade,

tried and convicted of Ackroyd's murder in the absence of a body.

James Steel ran the case.

David Ackroyd is survived by a daughter.

I was 14 when Dad disappeared.

Even when they accused Slade of his murder

I still never believed it.

But I always thought, you know,

without a body, there was still a chance.

What about your mum?

Um, she died last year.

It was cancer.

Ever since Dad went, she was... broken.

I got the house and the car.

Here I am, rattling around by myself in my parents' house.

I don't want any of it. I just want them.

Must be tough.

Yeah, I mean, anniversaries and birthdays, they're the worst.

But, you know the barrister at the CPS, James?

Oh yeah, James Steel, yeah.

Yeah, well, every year, on the anniversary, he sends a card.

Just seeing how I'm doing.

So, was Dad's body where they said, under a building site?

Um, no.

Your father was found just across the water

from Canary Wharf, by the dome.

But how could his body be there, uh?

I don't understand.

That doesn't make any sense.

She's right.

If that is Ackroyd's body,

a big hole just opened up in the middle of this case.

James Steel got a conviction without a body.

The whole case was hinged on evidence

given by one of Slade's accomplices, Richie Newman.

Newman said that he and Slade buried Ackroyd's body

on a building site in Chelsea.

Well, then how come it gets found seven miles away?

What's in the files on the murder weapon?

Because if the bullet in David Ackroyd's skull

matches the weapon that Luke Slade used, it's still workable.

No.

No, cause according to Richie Newman,

Slade cut Ackroyd's throat with a knife.

Weapon was never found.

You pull one thread and the whole thing comes unraveled.

Find Richie Newman. He's the key.

You don't reckon CPS got it wrong, do you?

Well, don't get ahead of yourself, mate.

Hindsight makes things look very simple.

If I knew nine years ago what I know now...

Yeah, what?

Well, I'd still be too stupid to do anything about it.

Thank you, Confucius.

- Thank you. - Richie Newman?

Who wants to know?

We are the Ghosts of Christmas Past.

Seriously, we buried him in Chelsea.

Then why couldn't you lead the police to

the exact spot at the time?

It was the middle of the night, not my manor.

Richie, you also said that Slade cut Ackroyd's throat.

So?

He died of a bullet to the head.

That's not what Slade told me.

You sure about that, Richie?

Because even after all this time,

the CPS could change their mind about charging you.

Especially if they find out you've been lying.

I'm telling the truth. I wasn't there when Slade killed him.

Time I got there, the body was wrapped up in a sheet.

I am telling you what Slade told me. You've got to believe me.

Slade did it. You've got to make sure he stays inside.

If he gets out, then I'd be a dead man.

Promise me that ain't gonna happen.

Look at Newman's face, he's absolutely bricking it

at the thought of Slade getting out.

Well, maybe because he lied.

No.

I've been through those files a hundred times.

Slade embezzles,

Ackroyd finds out and don't like it and vanishes.

Everything points to Slade being the killer.

- Absolutely everything. - Either way,

your man Newman is not exactly a five-star witness.

- Well... - No, no,

thanks for letting us know anyway.

Bye.

The dominos are toppling, I'm afraid.

Criminal Cases Review Commission has referred Luke Slade's case

back to the Court of Appeal.

Potential miscarriage of justice.

He could go free.

Hey, you didn't have to bring these over yourselves.

Well, listen, we've both been through the files.

We've read the statements and--

Slade did it. Weight of evidence is way too strong.

And just 'cause he's got an appeal,

doesn't mean to say he's innocent, does it, James?

So, don't let him wriggle out of it.

I'll do my best, I promise.

You need anything, you just call us. yeah?

James Steel. Senior Crown Prosecutor for London.

How are you?

Thank you, Jared.

We haven't met. My loss. Luke Slade.

Oh, Alesha Phillips.

Uh, what are you doing out here?

I discovered in prison that I really like smoking.

Something to thank you for.

Unless I get cancer, then I'd have to sue you.

Where's your barrister?

I'm representing myself.

At the Court of Appeal?

I spent the last eight years with time on my hands.

So I studied the law.

How's your wife? Um, what are you, separated or divorced?

This is a murder case.

You should have a barrister.

The judge can delay the case

while you find someone to represent you.

Honestly, I'm fine.

Thank you, though.

Hmm. There we go.

Come on, Jared!

Shall we?

I thank my Lords for allowing me to represent myself.

As set out in my skeletal argument,

my appeal is brought as new evidence has

cast doubt on significant aspects

of the Crown's original case.

You're referring to the discovery of Mr. Ackroyd's body.

Exactly that, my Lord.

And in support I am relying upon the authority

of Crown and Anderson, 2005.

At 98 Criminal Appeal Reports, My Lords, page 207,

which I'm sure you all know.

In that case, both convictions were quashed

when the Crown's main witness

was found to have given false evidence.

Is it your submission

that the Crown relied on evidence they knew to be false?

Not knowingly, My Lord.

But the discovery of Mr. Ackroyd's

body has established

that neither the cause of death

nor the place of burial, as advanced

in the original case, were correct.

I further rely upon Mitchell and Her Majesty's Advocate,

1996, one Scottish Law Review, page 982,

in which it was found on appeal that,

quote, "Significant evidence unavailable

at the original trial would have had a material bearing

on the jury's determination."

Thank you, Mr. Slade.

You've clearly researched your territory well.

Thank you, My Lord.

David was an adored husband and Dad.

Luke Slade defrauded him out of millions and then murdered him.

Even now he's been convicted of David's murder,

he refuses to tell us

where David's body can be found.

This trial has been an enormous burden...

- You need sleep. - ...for myself and my daughter,

but I'd like to record my overwhelming gratitude

to the Crown Prosecution Service

and in particular James Steel.

- Oh, my God, is that you? - Yup.

No telling me how much younger I look.

You sure you're all right with it all?

This was my first case.

Uh, when I came to the CPS.

It was my first prosecution.

Oh, look at me.

God, I look so...

certain of everything.

What if I was wrong, Alesha?

What if the real murderer's still out there?

James, Slade is guilty. Everyone who's read the file agrees.

It's late. You need to rest.

Soon.

I refer my Lords to the

authority of Crown and Ramos 2002,

in which it was found the

cumulative weight of the original case

outweighed doubts about a single component.

The issue is whether the Crown's

case relied on perjured evidence.

Mr. Newman did not lie.

He reported what Mr. Slade told him about the cause of death.

If this were to render the conviction unsafe,

it would reward Mr. Slade for lying to Mr. Newman.

But Mr. Newman was also wrong about the burial site.

Which casts doubt on his credibility as a witness.

My Lord, Mr. Newman was present at the original burial.

The Crown now argues that

Mr. Ackroyd's corpse must have been moved,

shortly after its initial burial.

For what purpose?

Because Mr. Slade feared that

Mr. Newman might confess what they'd done together.

Therefore, the Crown now argues that rather than undermine

Mr. Newman's credibility,

this new discovery casts further

doubt on the defendant's character.

That's your theory, Mr. Steel.

Do you have any evidence to support it?

Not at this stage, My Lord.

So this is precisely the issue that a re-trial might explore.

They've agreed with Slade.

His conviction's been overturned.

They've granted him bail.

They can't do that.

- I'm sorry, James. - It's fine.

I'm fine.

Today is not about me.

Today is about David Ackroyd.

I loved David.

He was like an older brother to me.

Like everyone else, I was heartbroken by his death.

Because of mistakes made by the Crown Prosecution Service,

David's murderer's still walking free somewhere.

I look forward to proving my innocence at my retrial.

Thank you.

I forgive you, Mr. Steel.

Mr. Steel.

Do you think they're together now? Mum and Dad.

I mean, do you believe in that? God and the afterlife?

I need evidence.

You sound like Dad.

I let you down, at the appeal.

Oh my God.

What are you doing here?

It was the first thing I had to do.

Pay my respects.

Louise... I know this is difficult.

But I wanted to say this to you, your Dad was a great man.

I will make it my life's work to find his killer

- and to bring them to justice. - Get away from her.

Too many people have failed you.

I won't be one of them.

I mean it. I will make things right for you.

- Are you okay? - Don't touch me!

How is that allowed to happen?

What, he killed my dad and he can just stand there

and say that to me.

- I'm so sorry. - Sorry is not enough!

He's right, you failed me.

You failed my Dad.

We have to prove the case all over again and this case

must not fail. Understand?

We need all the original signed statements.

You'll want another look at the forensic analysis.

Techniques have moved on since the first trial.

And I suppose you want us to track down

all the original witnesses.

Read my mind.

That's nine years, they could be anywhere by now.

We're relying on you.

I'm not having Louise Ackroyd watch her Dad's killer go free.

Slade was one of them

- venture capitalists. - Get me one.

I've never quite worked out what them people do anyway.

So Slade and Ackroyd, they were involved in this what?

Late nineties dot com boom?

Basically that was their game, they was investing

in internet start-ups,

hoping one was gonna become successful

they just make a shed-load of bread.

So what went wrong?

What always goes wrong in deals like that. Greed.

Uh, you and Luke Slade

were an item for a while after university?

I'm nobody's item, detective.

No, 'course not, sorry. Um, you had a relationship.

On and off.

In the end, I got sick of always being

second on Luke's to-do list.

Did you ever stay in touch with David Ackroyd?

No. Thank you.

I wish I had.

I never realized, but David was the real catch.

I always thought Luke was the

one worth paying attention to, but...

David was the better man.

His only weakness was he thought Luke was going to make him rich.

Well, we all thought that for a while. Hello?

Okay, we've got two witnesses living abroad, one dead

and another couple who can hardly remember

the details of their story.

If someone asked me what I was up to nine years ago,

I'm not sure I'd have the full picture.

Come on, boys, we've gotta do better than this.

Yes! How's this for better.

Slade's girlfriend,

made a statement to the original investigation

about her car which Slade used to borrow.

Slade sold it for her

a couple of days after Ackroyd's disappearance.

The original investigation never managed to trace it. But I have.

Slade could have used the vehicle to move the body.

Maybe if we get it forensicated.

- Forensicate isn't a word! - Forensicate isn't a word!

You'll like this. It's all about the dirt.

Now first off, particles of dirt

we found on David Ackroyd's remains

match the pedological profile of the Chelsea area.

- Pedological? - Soil.

- Oh, okay. - Okay.

So Newman was telling the truth.

They did bury David Ackroyd in Chelsea.

Exactly.

What, so the soil is not the same at Canary Wharf?

Well, it's similar, it's not identical.

Chelsea is predominantly brick earth.

Out east you've got sand and gravel terraces.

You see now, the girlfriend's car,

amazing assortment of specimens in that vehicle.

We've got sand from two beaches, uh, probably in Norfolk,

uh, traces of assorted human detritus.

Mostly exfoliated skin and the parasites that feed on it.

Stuff you might find in your mattress.

- Not in my mattress. - My point being,

fiber traces found in the boot match the sheet

in which David Ackroyd's body was found.

Mixed in with both body and sheet.

Particles of Chelsea soil.

Okay, so Ackroyd's buried in Chelsea, dug up again

and moved across town in a car.

In a car that Slade had access to.

Well done, Teddy!

Appeals are one thing,

but the rough and tumble of a full murder trial

is quite another.

I don't want you going easy on him.

George, I have done this before. I'll treat him with respect.

And I shan't patronize him.

I don't want the jury feeling sympathetic

'cause he's inexperienced.

You're not as daft as you look.

But don't let him rattle you.

You got it right in the first trial, you'll get it right now.

George, please, if you start being nice to me,

I'm not gonna be able to concentrate

for the rest of the day.

Richie Newman's disappeared.

How can he have?

No one's seen him for three days.

The last charge on his credit card was a one-way

plane ticket to Thailand.

Oh, beautiful,

we've lost our main witness and the trial starts in what?

Thirteen minutes.

My Lord, I have to ask

for further time before we swear the Jury.

We're having difficulty locating the first witness.

If the Court could grant

an adjournment of say, two days--

We keep to our dates in this court, Mr. Steel.

If one of your witnesses is unavailable,

you'll have to make a hearsay application

to read his evidence instead.

Sorry, My Lord, but my retrial was granted

on the basis of new evidence

which contradicts Mr. Newman's statement.

The jury should be allowed to make that judgment

for themselves.

Well, if I can't cross-examine Mr. Newman,

how can I attack his credibility?

Mr. Slade is right.

Mr. Steel, your applications

both for adjournment and hearsay are refused.

Unless you produce him,

we shan't be hearing from your witness.

Where the hell is he?

How can a man just disappear like that?

Newman's gone off radar.

I've got uniform searching known whereabouts,

we've notified ports, airports,

the full shebang, but there's no sign.

Then look harder.

You heard what Ronnie said. We've got people on it.

Well, in the meantime,

we need to find more prosecution-friendly witnesses

from Slade's past.

Have you thought about his cellmate?

Did you enjoy sharing a cell with Luke, Danny?

Sladey's got you lot on the run, hasn't he?

What about other friends in the prison?

Did he have any of those?

You're joking, aren't ya?

Used to call him "the monk" on the wing.

Just sat there day in day out,

reading his legal books, making notes.

When he did start to talk, did he ever speak about

David Ackroyd's murder?

Well, he opened up after a while.

But see, my problem is my memory.

It's like a muscle.

And in here, it gets terrible flabby.

Yous boys wouldn't have a cure

for something like that, would ya?

Well, maybe a move to a classier nick, Dan.

What about that? Possible early release.

Now, see, you're talking like that,

the old memories are coming flooding back.

When David found out Luke had embezzled that much money,

he went ballistic

Left messages, came round to the house.

How did Mr. Slade say he was going to fix the problem?

When I asked, he just smiled.

Luke could be cold and cruel.

He loved to play games with people,

loved to mess with people's heads.

Then I found his diary.

He left it open on the table one morning

when he was staying at mine.

Is this the diary?

Yes.

Could you please read it for the benefit of the court?

Seven a.m., breakfast with Tony.

One p.m. lunch with Katie McCormack at Zilli's.

Nine p.m., kill David.

No further questions.

Elena.

- Sweetheart. - Mr. Slade!

I'm sorry, My Lord.

If I was so cold and cruel,

why were you so upset when our relationship ended?

- I'm sorry? - Didn't you send me hundreds

- of abusive emails? - My Lord, where is this going?

I'm exploring Miss Adani's motives for lying.

Then explore them quickly, Mr. Slade.

January 23rd,"I'll make you suffer, you shit,"

February, the 4th,

"I hope one day you experience

pain like the pain I'm going through now."

This has nothing to do with David's death!

Offered as exhibits to the court.

Is this your revenge, Elena?

Is this how you want to make me suffer?

Luke said that after he'd done it, he'd got really nervous

'cause he was worried that Newman might squeal

if he was put under any pressure.

So he moved the body out to the East end, near the river.

That way, if Newman did say anything

that it wouldn't matter.

Oh, Danny.

Danny boy.

Mr. Slade, questions, not songs.

Of course, My Lord, sorry.

When we shared a cell together,

did you ever give evidence in a court case?

Yeah, yeah, I did, I turned QE.

Why?

Thought I'd get a transfer.

And is it true you were found to have

given false evidence?

Lied, essentially and were later convicted of perjury?

What can I say, Sladey? You got me there

Remind me who's the qualified barrister and who's the novice!

The charging officer never logged Doyle's perjury charge

on the PNC system.

I'm not losing this trial because of some

administrative balls-up!

No, you're losing because your witnesses are

an aggrieved ex-lover

and a convicted perjurer!

Slade's running rings around you in there.

Thanks for your support, George.

Uh, maybe when they find Slade innocent,

I'll offer him your job!

- You do that! - Both of you, stop!

It was one bad day. We keep going.

Together, yes?

The last time I saw David Ackroyd,

he was very drunk,

very...

very much alive...

and heading to Mexico for a holiday.

I have no further questions for myself.

Have you ever put a note

in your diary to kill anyone other than David Ackroyd?

It was a joke. I was annoyed.

If I was really gonna kill him, why would I write it down?

If you didn't kill David Ackroyd,

how do you explain the dirt

from Chelsea in the back of the car you were using?

I was buying a new build flat in Chelsea.

The developer took me round the site

and I changed my shoes after the visit.

Except the exact same dirt

was found on the remains of Mr. Ackroyd's body.

Fibers from the sheet

in which Mr. Ackroyd's body was wrapped

were also found in the back of that car,

weren't they, Mr. Slade?

Fibers from a range of mass-produced cotton sheets

sold in Debenhams.

Two hundred thousand sets sold each year.

Elena had a set. Didn't you, darling?

And with all due respect, Mr. Steel,

that kind of dirt must be present

in most of Southwest London.

If geology and Debenhams are your best arguments,

I think you may be floundering.

Luke Slade wants you to think he was the victim

of a miscarriage of justice.

The only victim in this case is David Ackroyd.

Don't fall for Luke Slade's lies.

Keep to the evidence

and find Luke Slade guilty of David Ackroyd's murder.

First they convicted me of cutting David Ackroyd's throat.

He was killed by a bullet in the head.

Then they claimed I buried him in Chelsea.

He was found by Canary Wharf.

And what did they offer as proof?

Perjured evidence from a proven liar.

People assume that if you're charged with a crime,

you must be guilty.

Assumptions like that...

took my life away.

Please, let me live what's left of it.

Good luck!

Have you reached a verdict upon

which you are all agreed?

Yes.

On the count of the murder of David Ackroyd,

do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?

- Not guilty. - Oh.

I've left Louise Ackroyd five messages.

She's avoiding my calls.

She had faith in me, George.

I still do.

Always will. Whatever happens.

What does that mean?

Luke Slade has lodged a formal complaint against you,

alleging a vendetta.

He's arguing that it amounts to gross misconduct.

He wants you out of the CPS.

This letter gives you one week's notification

of your hearing date for gross misconduct.

Tell him the rest.

You're entitled to bring a friend

or representative who can address the hearing

and put your case.

Um, I'll be speaking for myself.

We play by the rules, James.

Disciplinary hearing, carried out to the letter.

So that when it is dismissed as valueless bollocks,

then he has no room to appeal.

I'm sorry. Pressure from above. I've got no choice.

You should stay home pending the hearing.

Slade won't win, James.

He's done a good job so far.

I'll see you when you get back.

Don't you mean "if"?

You need a hand with that?

Are you following me?

Do you know what I admire about you, James?

You won't ask me to retract the complaint.

Must be so difficult,

having the system you've worked for turn on you.

But don't worry. I can look after Louise.

If you go near her again,

- I will come for you. - What's that? A threat?

This is the problem. You've lost all sense of what's right.

You're an obsessive.

Let it go, James.

What were his last words?

This man that you loved so much?

Did he beg you for mercy?

Or didn't he even know it was you who shot him from behind?

How many bodies must be buried in London?

This city was built on corpses.

Why does this one matter so much to you?

They all matter!

You really mean that.

God, how do you manage...

living with that conscience?

Does it keep you awake? I mean, literally. Does it?

No more than yours must.

We're not the same.

You're an obsessed, discredited man, out on his own.

While I'm rehabilitated into society.

For a while, you were the only person who got the better of me.

Couldn't let that stand.

This isn't finished!

You think my complaint won't stick?

I'm not a beginner.

Goodbye, James.

James, you shouldn't be talking to him.

I didn't have a choice.

He was just... suddenly there.

It doesn't matter, you must not be seen with him.

None of this would've happened if Richie Newman

hadn't disappeared.

Why can't they find him?

There's no charges on his credit card since the day he vanished,

no cash withdrawals, here or in Thailand.

Slade must've had something to do with his disappearance.

He wouldn't be so stupid as to do anything himself.

What?

Nine years in prison, he'd know plenty of people who could.

What if we dig out Slade's prison record.

See if there's anything interesting on it?

When you say, "We"?

I mean "We."

If George hears I let you in, he'll go mental.

Just visiting a friend.

Okay.

So Slade's prison file is mostly just a

record of his parole hearings.

All denied.

Oh, wait.

Says here that Slade was involved in a

complaint against a prison officer.

What do you mean involved?

Well, he filed the complaint,

but it was on behalf of another prisoner.

He said to me, in the street,

that he wasn't a beginner at this,

that he'd filed complaints before. Who was it for?

Danny Doyle.

Slade's been ahead of us the whole time.

Then maybe our luck just turned.

Thank you.

What are friends for?

God save me from gala performances

with the Home Secretary.

George, before you say anything--

I'm still at the Royal Opera House.

Switch the light off when you leave.

Should you be here?

I'm just another prison visitor, Danny.

Seeing an old friend.

He's getting to you, isn't he? He does that.

You know what gets to me more?

The thought of someone helping a murderer go free.

Now, look, come on--

You knew Slade was aware

you'd been convicted for perjury.

So whatever you said in court wouldn't be admissible.

I'm not being funny, but I'm a con. I'm in prison.

We're not known for telling the truth.

It's all just water under the bridge.

Not for me.

I'll be at your parole board next month.

And the one after that.

And the one after that,

reminding them of how you helped a murderer go free.

What do you want?

Where do I find Richie Newman?

Look, I had nothing to do with it.

Parole board.

Freddie Martin's.

Slade called in a favor.

Hello, squire. Looking for Freddie Martin.

Sorry, mate, can't help you out.

Really?!

Oi, Freddie!

Ronnie!

Hello, Freddie.

Guess what, Freddie? You don't have to say anything.

But it may harm your defense if you do not mention

when questioned something which you later rely on in court.

I tell you what, Freddie's a professional, all right.

This gotta be the best place in London to hide a body.

Over here.

Hello, Richie Newman.

Morning, gents.

Enjoying the day?

We're about to.

There seems to have been a misunderstanding.

Sworn statements from Danny Doyle and Freddie Martin.

What about?

We found Richie Newman.

How is he?

You're never gonna stop, are you?

It ends here, with you back in prison for murder.

Oh, it's just the end of round one.

I've played it well, don't you think?

You think this is a game?

Everything is.

When the officer asks,

you'll confess to the murders of Richie Newman and David Ackroyd.

Give his daughter some peace.

Show some honor, finally.

He's eight, isn't he?

Ethan.

Your little boy.

Grateley Street, Edinburgh.

Beautiful house they've got.

But busy roads though... on his walk to school.

Goodbye, Mr. Slade.

Where are you going?

This isn't over yet!

This is far from over, Mr. Steel. Mr. Steel!