All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.UK.S01E05_Legendas01.ENG

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.

No, no, no, no.

We can't finish any sooner.

I'm not a miracle worker.

If I was a miracle worker,

I'd be on a pleasure boat
in Hawaii.

Hello?

Hello?

Bloody developer
put the phone down on me.

Jarek.

Come here. There's something
you should see.

And how long has it been empty?

About a year.

And who owned it before?

Council.

Young. Eight, nine.

Poor kid. So what happened?

They crawl in over
the top and fall in?

Massive skull fracture.
More likely a hit.

Not a gentle cuff round
the ear, either.

Boy or girl?

Male.

- How long has he been in there?
- Matt.

Old West Ham badge.
I 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 first joined

the C.I.D., the first week
we had a young girl go missing.

She was ten.
Her name was Shona Morris.

I still catch myself looking
for her now.

Who lived in that house?

Before 1995, it was
privately owned.

There's no list of tenants.

We need to know
who this poor boy is.

Get Angie onto it.

Merlin database.

All missing children
from 1981 to 1984.

Oh, that is a lot of kids.

Around 200 open cases
just from last year.

The press only feature
the pretty ones.

Male, eight years old.

Reported missing
July 16th, 1983.

Thomas Keegan.

59 Kenville Road. Same street
the body was found.

Says he had
a broken collarbone.

Yeah, well, we're already
checking with the database

for missing kids
with similar injuries.

Mother, Phillipa Keegan.
Arthur Keegan was the dad.

But he died
the year before, 1982.

How many losses
can one woman take?

Dad was born 1939,
Upton Park, East 15.

So his dad got him
into the Hammers.

- Sorry?
- West Ham.

Commonly known as the Hammers

because they keep
getting hammered

Watch it, sunshine.

Investigating officer, DS--

McFadden.
I'm fluent in illegible.

And if you look
at the last page,

they had a suspect.
Edward Connor.

Devlin, yeah?

The boy in the wall,
had a broken collarbone.

That's brilliant.
Thank you very much.

That's him. Track down
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 supporter.

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 was 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.

Well, you might've been
better off searching the house.

We did, smart-arse.

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?

Okay, so we missed the corpse.

But we had the right guy.

"Okay, so we missed
the corpse."

Okay, so you're probably

the crappiest copper
I've ever met.

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

What, there were no good
detectives back then?

Yeah, you're talking to one.

But like I keep telling you,
I am special.

So what now? We've gotta go
find Edward Connor

even though
he's changed his name.

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

Because 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. Yeah.

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.

Well then,
I hope you don't mind if...

I ask you what
you remember about that day?

Um...

I dropped him off at school.

Didn't kiss him.

I 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--

his dad died the 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.

And 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 neighbors...

and then I called the police.

I remember saying to them,
"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?

Well, at the moment,
we're still trying to track down

the previous tenants
of Kenville Road.

25 years, people move on.

Thank you very much, Janey,
you're an angel.

Ta, love. Thanks, bye.

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

Works and Pensions says that
he retired to Pimlico in 2005.

So there's a chance

he could've stayed in touch
with Edward Connor.

Let's hope he's in.

Vernon's not in.

Moved out about a year ago,
according to the caretaker.

- Is that for me?
- Yeah.

Cheers.

Right. It's like chasing ghosts, innit?

But he left his flat
to his daughter,

who works around the corner in,
and 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.

- Did 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 that 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 pajamas...

and dad made me some tea.

Tomato soup
and dairy lea sandwiches.

Well remembered.

No, he always made me
that if I was ill or upset.

And then I went to bed.

And I didn't wake up until

mum told me that the police
wanted to talk to me.

And that was
the next morning, so...

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

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

Publisher. Remember him?

No, I didn't see him either.

Sorry.

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

They moved out of London
a year ago.

They live in Lewes.

Lewes is lovely.

Is it?
I don't know I've never been.

It shook us all.

Thomas was a sweet boy.

He only lost his dad
year before.

Julia wasn't well. You--
You went out, right?

To the PTA meeting, yes.

When I left
at about half past five,

Thomas was with Edward Connor
outside on the steps.

But I said all this
in my statement.

Yeah, but now we know that

Tommy was probably
killed inside the building,

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

- Do your job. Of course.
- Yeah.

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.

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,

well, he knew
that 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, I think we both know that
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're trying
to get to the truth.

Déjà 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?

No, no, I forgot.

Before that, I took him
down to the basement,

tortured him and killed him.

That's not funny, Mr. Connor.

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
a hundred grand compensation.

Then, I got three broken ribs
and a black eye.

McFadden, has 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 got
absolutely nothing to go on.

Think I'll go home
and cuddle my boys.

Which they'll hate, of course.

- N' night, guv.
- Night.

Wait. Listen to this.

"Mum picked me up from school.

"I played outside
the house for a bit

but I was feeling ill
because of my cold.

"Mum was going out, so I got
into my pajamas

and dad made me tea.

Tomato soup
and dairy lea sandwiches.

Then I went to bed.

I didn't wake till Mum told me

the police wanted
to speak to me.

That was the next morning."

Does that ring any bells?

Well, 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 forever.

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

The night before was
just a normal night.

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

Or a story to perfect.

She's lying.

After you.

Blimey, what's he done wrong?

Well, 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've told you what I know.

You told us exactly what you
told the police in 1983.

Yeah,
because that's what happened.

Well, not quite, Julia.

Because one of your
ex-neighbours

told us that 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, okay?

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 that
she's got something to hide.

It's possible someone told her
what to say.

She witnessed 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.

He's good at that.

It's used to treat
Post Traumatic Stress sufferers.

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 don't know, sounds like

a load of old mumbo jumbo
to me, hypnotizing.

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've got to be honest.

I ain't sleeping well
because I'm wondering

what Tommy Keegan's mum
is going through.

And if it's going to give her
a little bit of peace,

it is worth having a go.
But first,

you're gonna have
to convince Julia Mortimer.

I don't have
any buried memories.

How would you know?

Doctor 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 armor
for protection.

Maybe we should try it.

You are our only hope.

We would 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
and I don't know

if it's my imagination
or if I'm remembering him.

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 okay.

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.

I 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 walked towards it...

and I opened the door.

- God, can we stop?
- It's okay.

- Please.
- You're safe.

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

You opened the door.

I went down the stairs.

My dad was there...

with his back to me.
I was so glad to see him.

Oh, God.

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.
- No.

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.

I mean, 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 against him,
isn't it, Ms. Mortimer?

You're doing this to punish him,

a man who has shown you
nothing but love all your life.

He terrified me!

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

and 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 apologize.

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.

Okay, so we get

everything we can on Mortimer
as quietly as possible.

Find out why he might attack
and kill a small boy

so that we can corroborate
what she saw.

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

Phillipa Keegan will live
the rest of her life

knowing that 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, called.

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 around the world,
young women on couches

blaming their
eating disorders on some

fabricated crises
from their past.

Innocent parents accused
left, right and center

just, like my client.

It's my duty to look
at the facts.

Yes but 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,
and 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.

You might want to think
about that.

Thank you.

Unbelievable.

If your husband had been
accused of murdering a child,

would you sit there and talk
about your reputation?

Tell me you've got
something.

Ladbroke Grove Life
and Casualty.

Mortimer got sacked in 1986.

I've spoken to five people
on the phone,

no one will tell me why.

Door-step 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?

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 long 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, 14 year old boy said...

Vern had 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,
and then I lost me bottle.

What exactly did he do?

He offered me 20 pounds.

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,
then, 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 quid.

A policeman called him
a sick, disgusting man.

He took his statement.

The case never went to trial?

My parents suspected
I was gay, but...

they didn't want
the neighbours knowing

I was hanging around
in station toilets.

So they wouldn't let you
give evidence.

They took me to see
a shrink instead.

She said it's not about sex

when it's adults with kids,
it's about power.

Somebody they can control.

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

It was sexual conduct

rather than 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.

We can fill in the gaps
all that we like

but that's not the way
that the law works.

No. It's time to let this go.

Oh, we can't!

Julia Mortimer will go
into 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.

Yeah, but that's what
he'll look like to the jury.

I'm sorry, it's just not worth
the risk, James.

My son is eight,
the same age as Tommy.

No parent would say
this wasn't worth the risk.

Phillipa Keegan
has suffered enough--

And should be spared
the pain of a trial.

- But--
- I'm a dad too, remember.

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...

stroke me under my night dress.

I told my mum,

and she said that...

if I told anyone else,

that I'd 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 stand 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 pounds,

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.

But this is killing him.

My mother said
he's losing his mind.

She's trying
to manipulate you, Julia,

just like she's always done.

He's my dad. He's 65.

He will die in jail.

He killed
an eight year old child.

You walk away now,
he will never be brought

to justice for what he did.

To Tommy, to you.

Do you know,
I was better off not knowing.

Tommy's mother
is on her way over right now.

Please, Julia, wait.

I didn't realize
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.

Do you know Tommy wouldn't go
down to that basement on his own

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...

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.

Let's go.

Tommy was seven when
his father died of leukaemia,

and 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...

that 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,

then surely you would've noticed
if something was wrong.

Yes.

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 do know I'll demolish

Julia Mortimer
in the witness box tomorrow.

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

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

- Tomorrow might well 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're not going to 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.

But when I woke up...

the flat was empty.

I went outside and,

I saw that
the basement light was on.

I went down some steps

and my dad...

was there.

And 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

that I'd had a nightmare
because I was ill.

And that if I told anyone
about the nightmare, that I...

would lose him forever.

When did you remember all this?

When I started doing therapy
with Dr. Rawls.

And 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,
Ms. Mortimer,

when was the last time
you saw your parents?

Um,

about a year ago.

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.

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 17-year-old boy

that got you pregnant,

then forced you to have
an abortion

which made you sterile
at the age of, what was it?

- Fifteen?
- That's hardly relevant.

What is your point, Mr. Greer?

That Miss Mortimer's life

is a catalog
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 spoiled child

who resents the bond
between her loving parents.

Thank you, Mr. Greer.

I can't...

I can't take it.

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 gonna respond
under pressure.

I... I cared about Thomas.

So much so that you abused him,

just like you abused
your own 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 she was falling apart.

Mr. Steel's opinions are
neither here nor there.

If we could just stick
to the facts, please, My Lady?

You didn't just destroy

one family,
did you, 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.

It went on for four months.

Julia, she told her mother...

who threatened
to call the police...

- My Lady, this's most irregular.
- ...if I ever did it again.

- May I ask 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' 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.

He said it felt wrong.

We were in the basement.

He said he was going
to tell his mother...

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.

Oh God...

And bricked it up.

My boy.

I'm sorry.

My boy!

Mrs. Keegan.

Ronnie.

We got our man in the end.

"We"?

Did you know?

I just wanted us to be a family.

Where will you go?