All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.UK.S02E02_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.

Police have been granted
a further 24 hours

to interview Lennie Gaines,

the father
of 10-year-old Jodie Gaines,

who's been missing
for seven days.

Jodie went missing last Friday
on her way

to a music lesson
in Central London.

Earlier this week,

Lennie Gaines and
his ex-wife Kayleigh,

made an emotional plea
for Jodie's safe return.

If you saw Jodie...

and you know where...

where she is...

Please...

tell the police.

She's our baby.

And we need her home.

We need her home now.

Couple
of Latvian skip rats

found her about three hours ago.

They were after scrap metal.

She was under that radiator.

Time of death, about six
to ten hours ago.

Cause, not obvious.

She'd only been dead an hour
or so when they dumped her.

There's abrasions on the palms
of her hands. Looks like glass.

Is it her?

Jodie had a scar
on her left arm.

Any sign of her school bag
or mobile?

- Nothing yet.
- Anything else for us?

Couple of mothballs stuck
to the sheet.

Who uses mothballs these days?

Who tapes a kid's mouth shut,
and shoves them in a skip?

I don't know...
but it wasn't her dad.

Let's get him out of the cells
then, eh?

We've told you
everything we know.

Yeah, but it will just help us,
Mr Gaines.

We just need to go over
your statements again.

Routine, that's all.

Forty-nine hours
I've been locked up.

And all the time
she's been out there. Alive.

Well, the other team,
you know, made a bad call.

And I know it doesn't make it
any easier.

But when a child goes missing,
presumed dead,

we have to consider
every possibility.

Even the fact that maybe the dad
did it.

Not this.

Not this dad.

Just like to go over
Jodie's after-school routine,

if that's okay.

Just in case something
may have been missed.

Guitar lesson, 4 p.m.
Poland Street.

It's about a mile away
from the school.

And how does she get there?

Same cab firm. They're all
CRB checked.

Look, Jodie knows
all the drivers.

Been through this
a hundred times.

Well, you don't think
she's a bit young

to be taking cabs on her own?

Well, cabs, you know.

They're checked,
so they're safe, eh?

She's usually back
ten minutes after me.

I waited...

and waited,
but she didn't come home.

So, Jodie was staying with you, yeah?

Jodie lived with me.

The family courts
gave me custody.

Right.

I'll call Grebo.

Grebo?

Grebo Maul. The guitar teacher.

Lovely. Thanks, Matt.

But he said she never showed up,
but

the school teacher said
she saw her get into the cab.

Cause of death was suffocation.
Jodie had a stomach bug.

Her mouth was taped shut.

Vomit needed to go somewhere
and it did.

It clogged up
her nasal passages.

Jesus.

So it could have been
accidental.

Oh, accidentally tape
her mouth shut, did he?

How are we gonna tell that
to the dad?

Well, it's her mum
I'm worried about.

Poor woman could barely speak.

At least Jodie
wasn't sexually assaulted.

That's got to be
some consolation.

Although that could've been
the motive

for the kidnapping though.

They did pull over 50 splinters
of glass out of her hands.

How did the glass get
in her hands?

Well, could've been a scuffle,
glass could've smashed

and she could've tried to crawl
over it.

Any news on the sheet
she was wrapped up in?

It was a 1950s vintage
top sheet.

Part of a set,
but it could've come

from any retro shop,
jumble sale--

Or it could've been bought new
and just had over, I don't know,

- half a century's worth of use.
- Yeah.

Talk to the cabbie again.

And to the guitar teacher.

Like I told
the other cops, she didn't show.

The thing is, Grebo--
can I call you Grebo?

We have a witness that saw her
walk through your front door.

I don't know what to say.

You went through my flat.

And don't think you won't get
a bill for the damages.

I'll give you the number
of our complaints line.

So Jodie comes to your place
week in week out

for guitar lessons.

When she doesn't show up,

you don't think to call
her parents?

I did the first time
she tried it.

Her dad went mental.

So what about the second
or the third time?

Her dad kept her
on a tight leash.

Look, if I thought
for one second

Jodie was in trouble,
I'd have called her dad.

I've been driving Jodie
over a year now. Sparky kid.

Where exactly did you drop
Jodie?

Outside Food City
on Poland Street.

Her music teacher lives
above it.

And you watched her
go in?

Always do.

The school recommends us
to parents.

- It's part of the deal.
- And what route did you take?

Shaftesbury Avenue,
Wardour Street,

er, Broadwick Street,
then onto Poland Street.

- Lads. All right.
- How you doing?

Just a quick question.
How long you been working here?

Best part of a week.

And this diversion's been
in place the whole time?

Yeah.

Am I missing something?

Right, our cabbie reckons
he drove down Broadwick Street

and turned right
onto Poland Street.

Maybe his cab's got wings.

Okay, okay.

Maybe I took Noel Street

and turned left
into Poland Street.

No, that's one-way.

Then it must have been
D'Arblay Street.

I don't know, Ronnie,
I thought these cabbies

were meant to have a memory
for routes.

You know what, Dom,
I sympathize with you,

I really do.

And I'll tell you for why.
Because when I was married

to the first Mrs. Brooks
and I came home late,

she would want to know
every single detail.

And I used to struggle,
because, I've gotta be honest,

half the time
I couldn't remember--

What's it matter what road

- I took?
- Hey, hey. It matters.

Because we reckon
you took Jodie

for a little detour.

I dunno, maybe school uniforms
float your boat.

You're sick. I've got four girls
of my own.

So now you think you're a man
of honor

because you won't touch
your own kids, but as long

as they're not related,
then they're fair game.

This is crazy.
I didn't do that.

Now listen to me,
you've lied once--

Dom!

- Would you like a cup of tea?
- Yes.

Yeah, me and all.

What about you, Matt? Fancy
a cup of tea?

Why don't you get us a cup
of tea?

For the tape, DS Devlin
is leaving the room.

Well.

You know what, Dom?

I think you're telling
the truth.

But I also think you're leaving
something out.

Some little detail
you're not telling us you know.

A bit like when I used to tell
my wife I was working late

and forgot to mention I'd spent
four hours in the Red Lion.

What's the little detail?

Traffic was hell.

Jodie said she could walk it
faster.

I...

dropped her off
on Wardour Street.

Corner of Broadwick.

Promised her dad
I would never leave

till she was inside.

They ran his name
through the system.

Not even a parking fine.

Right. Do you want us
to let him go, then, Guv?

Don't you dare.

He's told one lie,
maybe there'll be more.

For a start we've been watching
the wrong CCTV footage.

Now he's changed his mind
about his route...

different cameras
might come up trumps.

Out she gets. Ronnie?

- Got him.
- Nice one.

A second after Jodie turns
into Broadwick Street.

- Can you rewind that bit?
- For you, anything.

So just after Jodie turns
into Broadwick Street...

one of the residents
of the flats

remembers seeing a white van

hanging around the skip.

Do you know how many white vans
there are in London?

But not all of them have
got racks on the side.

It's a glazier's van.

And Jodie was found
with glass splinters

in her hands.

Which could've come
from the back of that van.

They're all side shots.

Driver's in profile
for maybe one frame.

- IC one. IC two maybe.
- What about the van?

Congestion Zone cameras

must've got
the registration number.

Oh yeah, they got a beauty
of the mud obscuring it.

What about
the lettering on the side,

behind the rack?

Well, I mean,
the logo's all faded

and the angle
the sunlight's hitting the glass

means you can't make out
a thing.

So basically
we're back to square one, Guv.

Is that a window?
It's not standard.

Can't be many that shape around.

That... is a modern take

on the 19th century arch window, apparently.

Well, that's very good,
but does he have any idea

what sort of building
it comes from?

Well, I reckon we've been there
a few times.

Nope you've lost me.

That is a window
from the south block

of the Old Bailey.

That's right. We did
the Old Bailey job last week.

- Wasn't easy matching it up.
- Is this one of yours?

What's this all about?

We asked first,
Mr Andreou.

Yeah, it looks like one
of my vans.

What was it? Hit and run?

We think the driver
may have witnessed a crime.

Well, look, I've got
over 30 fitters.

I'd need to check the files.

Leave me a number
and I'll get back to you.

Have you been sober long?

Pardon?

"To thine own self be true"
That's what mine says.

How long?

Three hundred
and ninety-two days.

That's good.

We need this information now,
Mr Andreou.

You know the Grovewood
Rehab Clinic, do ya?

Well, I read the brochure
in between pints.

Yeah, Christos.

Who fitted the window
on the Old Bailey job?

Cheers.

Nick Carlton.

Lives in Kennington.
He's out on a job.

Don't tell my boss, right?

I was moonlighting.

You got the address?

Must have chucked it out.
The job wasn't worth my while.

What about
a client's name?

I ain't got a memory
for names me.

That's a shame What did you do
after that?

Er, big job. Belgravia.

Traffic was mental by the time
I got there it was after six.

So I packed it in, headed
for the Westminster Bridge.

What-- to Kennington?

Surely Vauxhall Bridge
would be quicker?

My mum lives in Deptford.
Went round for dinner.

Who else was there?

Just Mum.

And what time did the party
finish at your mum's?

I dunno. I watched the footie
and left.

And your mum will vouch
that you were there?

She don't need to. Speed cameras
will do that.

I got done on the way there.

Eighty quid and three points.
I was only going forty.

No, Nick Carlton
is habitual.

He started off with a tour

of Young Offenders Institutions
at 15,

he graduated with the big boys.

You name a nick
that he hasn't been in.

- What did he do?
- What didn't he do?

Burglary, GBH, hit and run,

one rape charge
that never made it to court,

one that got him eight years,
he served four.

The youngest victim was 20.

Killing little girls though,
that's-- that's a big leap.

He has been out six years,
and nothing.

Well, maybe prison did him
some good.

Or taught him
how not to get caught.

Did you confirm
that speed camera?

Going 40 in a 30.

Doesn't mean
he didn't have a dead girl

in the back of his van.

And he goes straight
on to his mum's house

for a plate of spag bol?

- Man's got to eat.
- He's got history,

and he was at the scene
of the kidnapping.

- I want you to search his van.
- Yeah.

We went through the van
with a fine-tooth comb.

And I checked the material
under the microscope.

- No fibers, no hair.
- What? Nothing?

Apart from bad taste in music.

Well, go through it again.

Look, if it was there,
I'd have found it.

Actually,
that makes sense,

Matt, because...

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Nick Carlton has been there
and back and brought the T-Shirt

with the old hit and run caper,
wouldn't he?

So the first thing he's gonna do

is book his vehicle
in for a valet.

But Jodie had glass
in her hands.

There must have been
blood there.

They were just abrasions
on her hands

with glass splinters embedded.

No actual blood, I'm afraid.

Look, we've sent the glass
off for analysis.

I've said it's a priority.

Oh, great.

- Cheers, Teddy.
- Thanks.

So, what now?

Right. Well, let's check
his alibi. Talk to his mum.

I made roast pork.

It's Nicky's favorite.

You know what I love,
Mrs. Carlton?

Roast pork sandwiches.

Thick white bread, butter,
you know,

bit of apple sauce, pepper.
Beautiful.

What about your Nicky,
did he make himself

a sandwich before he went
on the road?

I don't know. I went to bed.

- At what time?
- After the news.

Which do you prefer, BBC London,
or London Tonight?

They've all got
the same bad news.

I bet the Hammers
look good on that, don't they?

Nicky gave it me
for Christmas.

To watch Chelsea.

Oh, Ronnie?

Well, well.

We was only talking about them
the other day.

Mattie was asking me
who uses mothballs nowadays.

You get
infestations.

Kept finding
the little blighters all over.

Coming in through
my airing cupboard.

Mind if we have a look?

You already have.

My old mum had a set
of them.

What's that, two pillowcases
and a bottom sheet?

Top sheet would make the set.

Not gonna be
a silly boy

and try and do a runner,
are you?

No, you're an old hand
at this.

Nicholas Carlton...

I'm arresting you on suspicion

of the kidnap and murder
of Jodie Gaines.

Maybe you'd seen little Jodie
before

- and picked her out especially.
- No comment.

Look, Nick,
the only thing

that's gonna help you now...

is if you tell us
exactly what happened.

Just...

say how sorry
you are for killing Jodie.

- No comment.
- It's your best chance

of avoiding life without parole.

He's right.

If you didn't mean
to kill her...

and it was, say, an accident...

it's a whole other
prison sentence

between manslaughter and murder.

So, was it an accident?

No comment.

Judge gives him life
without parole,

I wanna be there.

I wanna see the whites
of his eyes.

The glass splinters found
in Jodie's hands

are an exact match

with the glass found
in the back of Carlton's van.

Let's charge him.

The defendant has
a catalog

of previous convictions.
Many of them violent.

The Crown believes he poses
a risk to children.

There is no suggestion
that Mr Carlton

has ever committed any offences
against children.

His last conviction
is ten years old.

And, my Lord...

he is the sole carer
for his elderly mother.

I am reluctantly granting bail

on the following
strict conditions.

Residence at his mother's
address in Deptford.

An electronic tag and curfew
between 6 p.m. and 6 a.m.

And twice daily reporting
to Deptford Police Station.

They bailed
the bastard.

Lennie, I am so sorry.
We will get him at the trial.

Will you? You said
he wouldn't get bail.

- Kayleigh.
- No, you stay here.

- Kayleigh.
- Kayleigh.

You get back...

- Get an ambulance, somebody.
- CID, excuse me.

What's going on? Wait,
you're bleeding.

No, I'm okay. I'm okay.

- Matt.
- Kayleigh.

- He killed Jodie.
- Shut up, Kayleigh.

Just wait for your brief
to get here yeah.

I'm so sorry.

Mrs. Gaines, please just listen
to him, okay?

He's dead.

Nick Carlton's dead.

Mrs. Gaines...

I am arresting you on the murder
of Nicholas Carlton.

You do not have
to say anything...

- Are you serious?
- ...but it may harm

your defense if you
do not mention when questioned

something that you later rely
on in court.

Anything you do say...

may be given in evidence.

He killed my little girl.

How the hell
did this happen?

It was over in a flash.

Where were
the Family Liaison Officers?

No-one knew that she'd react
like that.

We can't have every victim
of crime

taking the law
into their own hands.

With every van banger
in the country cheering them on.

They're saying that she deserves
an OBE.

Well, it doesn't take
much effort

to put yourself in her shoes.

Yeah, maybe not,
but it can't justify murder.

You wanna try her for murder?

Of course.

What if the next grieving mum
gets herself a gun?

But any jury will see

that she's out of her mind
with grief.

No, no, no, she took a knife
to the Old Bailey.

The whole thing was caught
on camera.

Even so--

Look, we're backed
into a corner.

I know it's tough,
but we have to prosecute.

Except your jury will be wishing

that they'd stabbed him
themselves.

I don't want a big messy trial.

Talk to the barrister.

Make a deal.

My client won't serve
a day for this.

Murder has a minimum tariff,
Bea.

Even you can't magic that away.

Yeah, well, as soon as the jury

get a look
at Nick Carlton's record

they'll be lining up to shake
Kayleigh's hand.

If they ignore the fact that she
stuck a knife in his chest.

The only fact that matters
is that Jodie Gaines is dead

because the criminal justice
system failed

to put scum like Nick Carlton
behind bars.

Now thanks to Kayleigh Gaines,

Mr Carlton's crime spree
is over.

- For good.
- It wasn't up to her to end it.

I'm so sorry.

Please, would you leave
the talking to me Mrs. Gaines?

All I could see
in my head was Jodie,

- dumped in that skip.
- Please, Mrs. Gaines.

I kept thinking about her
last minutes alive.

- Where he kept her.
- Please.

What he done to her.

How scared she must have been.

I understand why you did it.

- But you killed a man.
- Yeah he was--

- We can't just--
- he was a monster.

If he killed
your little girl...

tell me you wouldn't feel
the same.

I'm sorry.

We're charging murder.

You know, I've always found

your inflexibility
truly irritating, James.

Then please don't let me
keep you.

Manslaughter provocation,
have we got ourselves a deal?

This was a straight up
revenge killing, Bea.

- You know it.
- You think she wasn't provoked?

He kidnapped and murdered
her only child.

No, that hadn't been proved.

Nick Carlton died
an innocent man.

Well, why don't you tell that
to the jury?

We are on the side
of the angels, James.

You force murder trial
and you're the one

who's gonna end up with egg
on his face.

You shouldn't let her
get to you.

- I don't.
- Really?

- George said to make a deal.
- Kayleigh Gaines should do time.

Manslaughter provocation carries
a custodial.

She could get 12 years.

- Or as little as 12 months.
- Isn't that enough?

She lost a child, James.

It doesn't change the fact
that she killed Nick Carlton.

- What if he was innocent?
- She believed he was guilty.

Totally irrelevant.
Kayleigh Gaines

will get a fair trial,
the chance of rehabilitation.

Nick Carlton deserved the same.

All I'm asking is that we show
a little mercy.

It isn't up to us to show mercy,
Alesha.

So, what do we do?

We do what she should have done.
We let a jury decide.

Did you see the tabloids
this morning?

They're giving out
pull out posters

to put in your window.

"Kayleigh's our hero."

Yeah, I can undress myself.
Thank you, Bea.

You'll never win.

The whole nation's on her side.

I'll take my chances.

It's not too late,
you know.

You just say
those two little words

and the trial just disappears
just like that.

Manslaughter provocation.

The charge is murder.

Oh, come on.

What's a little provocation
between friends?

Gloves off, then.

Nick was my only child.

After my husband passed away,
Nick looked after me.

Your son had convictions
for violence, didn't he?

I never said
he was a saint.

If he had anything to do
with that little girl's death,

then he should've gone
to prison, no question.

I could've lived with that.

But this...

who gave you the right
to play God?

Mrs. Carlton, just answer
Counsel's questions, please.

Her little girl's dead,
and I'm sorry.

But who was she to kill my son?

He was my baby.

After your divorce,

the family court gave
you custody of Jodie.

They said Kayleigh was unfit.

Why was that?

When she had Jodie...

the anesthetist botched
the epidural.

Messed up a nerve in her back.

GP gave her painkillers.

But Kayleigh had a problem
getting off them.

Is it right Kayleigh was born
addicted to crack cocaine?

Yeah.

And we heard
from our expert witness earlier

that crack babies have
a predisposition to addictions.

So it must have been no surprise

when Kayleigh became addicted
to the painkillers.

She was addicted within weeks.

But she got off 'em.

After her recovery,
what sort of mother was she?

Good one.

Loving one.

No further questions.

Having gained custody of Jodie
seven years ago...

you've been her sole carer,
haven't you?

- That's right.
- So surely...

you're the one who must feel
the loss of Jodie most acutely.

You're the one who must feel
most...

provoked.

- Yeah, I suppose so.
- And yet...

you didn't feel like killing
Mr Carlton.

I'm not a violent man.

I couldn't do something
like that.

No, you couldn't.

Provoked or not, no normal,
decent person could, could they?

Is my learned friend
making a speech already, M'Lord?

Mr Steel, plenty of time
for speeches later.

On count one,
the murder of Nicholas Carlton,

do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

On count two...

the manslaughter
of Nicholas Carlton,

do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

A man lost
his life.

He may indeed
have been responsible

for the death
of Mrs. Gaines' daughter.

But it is not one person's right

to end the life of another.

This offence is clearly
so serious...

only custody is appropriate.

The sentence I pass is one
of 12 months in prison.

Mrs. Gaines.

No doubt the real punishment
for you

is to bear the loss
of your daughter.

You have my deepest sympathy.

The sentence is wholly suspended
for two years.

He might as well have
congratulated her

on hitting a major artery.

Does that judge have
any idea what he did in there?

We go through all this,
and for what?

To hand
a get-out-of-jail-free card

to every knife-wielding maniac
who cries provocation?

Maybe not.

Alesha.

Just to let you know.
We found out,

uh, Kayleigh Gaines was treated
for heroin addiction last year.

Well, maybe she went
one step further

when the GP called time
on her pain killers.

Maybe,
but it's not the what,

it's the where. And it was
at the Grovewood rehab Clinic.

So she went to Grovewood.

The trial's over.
What does it matter?

Well, she had company.

Nick Carlton's boss,
Farris Andreou,

also dried out at the Grovewood.

Kayleigh Gaines
and Farris Andreou

both went through rehab
last year.

Kayleigh was NHS funded.

So Farris Andreou knew

that Kayleigh Gaines
had a daughter.

Whatever he knew
about her personal life

didn't need to come
from the sessions.

They had an affair.

They broke a cardinal rule.

We asked them to leave.

She had to know Andreou
was Nick Carlton's boss.

Do you think all three of them
were involved?

Be a hell of a coincidence
if they weren't.

Why else hide it?

The Italian doctor had the hots
for me.

I knocked her back.
She got it in her head

I was getting
it on with Kayleigh.

Who you forgot
to mention that you knew.

We know you've been inside.

Yeah, for tax evasion,
like white collar stuff.

And is that where you met

Nick Carlton? When you was
in prison?

We were pad mates,
till he pissed the screws off

and got ghosted
out to Ashbridge.

And after that, what?

You became pen pals then,
did you?

He came knocking
on my door looking for a job,

I felt sorry for him.

And you often employ
convicted rapists, do you?

What are you talking about?

The young woman
Nick Carlton raped.

She woke up and found him
sitting on the end of her bed.

No.

- He wouldn't.
- He did.

He tied her up.

He gagged her,
would you believe,

just to stop her screaming

so her flat mates wouldn't hear
and then he raped her.

Carlton was in for fraud.

He swindled
some insurance company.

Well, if you bought that story,

the only bum being swindled,
Farris, was you.

He'd've been on the rule,
wouldn't he, the nonces wing?

Well,
maybe he had friends.

Friends like you, just turn
a blind eye.

No, you have to believe me. I--
if I'd known he raped anyone,

I wouldn't have given him
the time of day let alone a job.

You're facing quite
a few charges here, Farris.

Look, I didn't know he was
a nonce,

- you've gotta believe me.
- There's kidnap,

conspiracy to murder, perverting
the course of justice.

"To thine own self be true,

and it must follow,
as the night, the day...

thou canst not then be false
to any man."

I mean that quote from Hamlet

gets us through another day,
doesn't it?

We be honest with ourselves,
and we can stay sober.

Gotta be honest with others too.
Haven't you, Farris?

Only then are we truly healed.

So... what have you
and Kayleigh Gaines

been hiding from us?

I owed her.

They kicked her out of rehab
because of me.

But I only gave her
Nick Carlton's phone number.

I swear to God,
that is all I did.

Okay, for the tape,

Farris Andreou, who did you give

Nick Carlton's telephone number
to?

Kayleigh.

It was all Kayleigh.

She said she wanted
Nick Carlton

to do something for her.

Could she have hired Carlton
to snatch Jodie?

Why would she?

Kayleigh... be straight
with us.

Me and Farris?

It was just a fling.

He reckons you and Nick Carlton
were in it together.

What?

Why-- why would he say that?

He's lying.

Why is he doing this to me?

Farris reckons
that you were trying

to get back at Lennie...

'cause he wouldn't let you see
Jodie.

We get on.

- Me and Lennie--
- Kayleigh.

How can you even think...

What mum...

could do that to her own kid?

Do you think she's telling
the truth?

What do you think?
Could it be an act?

Honestly, I don't know.

So, what now?

You wanna know
if someone's telling the truth,

you talk to the person
who knows them best.

Do you... really think...

Kayleigh did this?

I'm sorry.

I can't take this in.

At the trial...

you swore she was a good mother.

She was hurting enough.

Just said what her barrister
told me to say.

What didn't you say, Lennie?

There was this time...

she was late bringing
Jodie back. 12 hours late.

Kayleigh had taken her down
to Hastings.

Locked her up in some hole
of a B&B and gone off to...

to score.

- She was using again.
- Jodie was terrified.

She said it was like Mummy
was asleep with her eyes open.

So I stopped the visits.

You should have told the police.

I know.

Please, God, tell me
she's not involved.

Now I saw these interviews.

The appeal. She was shaking
with grief.

It wasn't grief.

It was withdrawal.

But why would she stop using
just when she needed it most?

The stress must have been
enormous.

She wouldn't have
any choice.

The minute Jodie
was reported missing,

she had Family Liaison Officers
with her day and night.

Oh, why didn't we see it?

The thing about addicts
is they make very good liars.

So the police knew
it was someone close.

- They just got the wrong parent.
- The question is, why?

What could possibly drive her

to have her own daughter
kidnapped?

Kayleigh.

That mobile phone was found
in your flat.

Hidden inside
a resealed milk carton.

The phone is registered
to a Mrs. Gemma Miller.

Now we've been in touch
with Mrs. Miller

and she confirms that she sold
the phone

via an online auction site
to a Kayleigh Gaines.

This...

is a record of the call traffic
between that mobile phone

and Nick Carlton's.

We also know you were texting
each other

like a couple of teenagers
the week Jodie went missing.

Well, I did buy that phone,
yeah,

but it was nicked the day
I got it.

Maybe Farris took it.
I was thinking--

Farris and Nick Carlton,

maybe they was in on it
together.

The problem here, Kayleigh...

is that we can tell the location
of the calls

as well as the phone
they came from.

The calls from your phone
came...

from your flat.

So, you see, Kayleigh, we know
you're involved.

- Kayleigh?
- All right.

He was only supposed
to hide her.

Kayleigh hired
a sex offender

to snatch Jodie off the street

and keep her hidden
for six days.

That's kidnap,
false imprisonment,

and the child cruelty involved

makes it
unlawful act manslaughter.

Well, hang on though.

Jodie died as a result
of being gagged.

Are we saying that Kayleigh knew
Carlton would gag Jodie?

You can add perverting
the course of justice

to that list 'cause the woman
is a born liar.

So we charge her
with all four offences.

Yes, but if you do...
we do it right.

She will change her story
ten times

before she gets
into that witness box,

so you need to corroborate
these witnesses.

Mrs. Carlton, the
police are going to charge you

- with assisting an offender.
- Oh...

that's rich.

Lock me up, a pensioner.

While that murdering bitch
walks around free as you like.

Did your son--

did he tell you
why Kayleigh Gaines

wanted Jodie kidnapped?

The more you can tell us
about her involvement...

the greater chance we have
of putting her behind bars.

If Nick... said anything.

After the girl got sick...

Nick said he called Mrs. Gaines.

Told her that they needed
a doctor.

He wanted to take her himself,
but she, Mrs. Gaines,

she said no.

Said they'd both get sent down,
if anyone found out.

Nick told Mrs. Gaines
that the girl

was crying and making
a lot of noise.

She said...

"Tape her mouth up.

Stop her whining."

It was only meant
to be a week.

Fortnight, tops.

You were prepared...

to let a total stranger look
after Jodie for two weeks?

It was a nice flat.

She had everything she needed.
Telly, Xbox, the lot.

Nick Carlton

was a convicted rapist,
wasn't he?

Yeah, but he never touched her,
did he?

The police said
she weren't abused.

You stabbed Nick Carlton
to cover up your involvement,

didn't you?

Stabbed him 'cause he killed
my little girl.

Papers called me a hero.

I'm still the same person.

Yes. Yes, you are.

Why did you get Nick Carlton
to kidnap Jodie?

It was Farris.

It was his idea.

When a kid goes missing,

the papers wanna talk
to the mum, don't they?

Farris said,

"If there was a happy ending,
papers would pay a fortune."

You put Jodie's life at risk,

just so you could sell
your story?

I didn't know he'd kill her,
did I?

Kayleigh, make me understand
why you would risk her life.

What did you need the money for?

I wanted to be a proper mum.

The kind I never had.

She grew inside me, all safe.

And then...

the minute she was born,
it all went wrong.

Lennie just took her away
from me.

He just... took over.

I kept trying to find
my way back, but I couldn't.

I needed the money...

to pay for rehab.

I was all booked in. I...

I was gonna get clean...

so I could be with Jodie again.

Then why didn't you do it
the right way, the normal way?

Get clean,
and then prove yourself

- to the courts?
- Well, how?

The NHS wouldn't fund me twice.

I begged for help.

I screamed and shouted for it.

But nobody listened.

Because people like you,

like her...

all of you, you don't see me.

I'm that bit of shit
on the pavement you step around,

so you don't mess up your shoes.

I was gonna get clean
and take her away

We were going to Ibiza.
Me and Jodie.

Far away from London and Lennie.
And the drugs.

So we could be together.
So I could be her mum again.

You were going
to take that little girl away

from the only loving parent
she knew?

I loved her more than he did.

You didn't think twice
about the trauma

of being snatched off the street

- by a total stranger.
- No, it wasn't like that.

You didn't lose a wink of sleep
at the thought of Jodie,

shoved in the back of a van,

tied up, her mouth taped shut,
did you?

- No, you're wrong!
- And all because you wanted

to be a proper mum again.

You don't deserve to be a mum.

Shame on you!