All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.UK.S02E05_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.

Free drinks, cashews,
lounge access.

He was so trying to get
into your knickers, Kirsty.

It's a good job you've
got a nut allergy.

It's a good job I've
got taste, you mean.

Which is
more than can be said for you.

So much for being
in love with Kevin.

Hey, you know the rules.
No talk about boyfriends,

exam results or work
until we're home.

You alright Debs?
Throat still bothering you?

I'm fine. I'm just really warm,
that's all.

You're joking, it's freezing.

I'm so having a hot bath
when I get in.

- Debs...
- Debbie?

- Debbie what's the matter?
- Debbie your nose.

- Debbie?
- Debbie!

Debbie, come on. Debbie, Debbie!

We gave her three ampoules
of Naloxone, no response.

Convulsions, severe bleeding.

Eighteen years old and she died
of biventricular heart failure.

Eighteen and she died
of a heart attack?

Well, that's young.
What was it, coke?

Heroin.

- Was she a regular user?
- No. She was a swallower.

That's her bag.

We found
70 heroin-filled condoms

in her stomach.

- Did you say 70? Seven zero?
- She was pretty determined.

Latex sticks in your throat,
gag reflex kicks in,

you gag each one up

six, seven times
before it stays down.

- So the quantity killed her?
- No.

One of the condoms ruptured.

What, this is our swallower?

Most of the swallowers we've had
here are Africans, Jamaicans,

people desperate to get
into the UK.

Why would a young British girl

risk smuggling drugs like this?
It's too dangerous.

I dunno. Maybe the two girls
that brought her in can tell us.

They did a runner while we tried
to resuscitate her.

Excuse me.

Good mates then? You reckon
they were mules as well?

Don't know. Thailand.

I bring back a stick
of rock from my holidays.

Same age as my Sarah.

So what, about two kilos?

Street value back here
about a hundred grand.

Thailand cost, four or five.

Well, it cost Debbie Powell
a lot more than that.

Hello, sweetheart.

It's alright,
Susan, I got it.

Tell them
they're too early, Jack.

Mark Powell?

I'm D.S. Matt Devlin.

No, I'm Jack Gilmore.
Mark's inside.

- How's that?
- Up on your side a bit.

How'd you get
to be foreman again?

Mr. and Mrs. Powell? I'm
Detective Sergeant Matt Devlin.

This is DS Ronnie Brooks.

It's about Debbie.

No.

Don't you tell me.
Get out. Get out.

I don't understand.

How can Debbie be
mixed up with heroin?

We need to ring people.
We should make a list.

There's your mum
and dad, my sister,

she'll want to come down,
she'll need to book flights.

We'd like to take
a look at, um...

Debbie's laptop,
check her emails.

Oh my God, Amy!

- She should be at school--
- For God's sake,

Susan, her sister's died!

Debbie's dead!

It's okay, I'll sit with her.
I'll put a DVD on for her.

We're going to need to talk
to Debbie's friends, Mr. Powell,

the ones she went
on holiday with.

Kirsty Wallace and Sofie Martin.

- They're not involved.
- They ran away.

They've been friends
since the first day of school--

They left Debbie to die alone!

We're gonna need Kirsty

and Sofie's addresses
please, Mr. Powell.

Oh... Sorry, I wouldn't know
where to find them.

I'll get them.

I-- I work in Dubai
most of the year.

Excuse me.

She runs the kids everywhere.

Sorry.

You want those girls' addresses.

- And her laptop's there.
- Don't worry, that can wait.

I let her decorate it.

Mark thinks I spoil her,
but he's not here half the time.

Well, I think it looks
very nice.

We do everything together...
Gym, shopping.

You notice any changes
in her recently?

No.

Yeah. There was something.
But I don't know what it was.

This is the first year
she didn't come

on holiday with us.

She said she wanted to grow up.

I had to beg Mark to let her go.

Mrs. Powell...

This isn't your fault.

I suppose you must get
used to doing this.

No.

I'll get you those addresses.

You've searched my house,
there were no drugs there.

Well, you knew we'd
find you sooner or later, Sofie.

What do you do?

Pass them onto the person
you were smuggling for?

Dump them?

I've got nothing to do
with any drugs. Why would I?

I want to be a lawyer,
I can't do that

if I've got a criminal record.

Then why did you run
from the hospital?

I was scared.

One minute we were talking,
laughing, and the next...

Debbie was...

I've never seen
somebody die before.

Sofie, either you ran
because you had drugs on you,

or because you knew
what Debbie was doi--

I didn't. I swear I didn't.

- Look, she was my friend.
- Your friend prepped for this,

Sofie.

She'd probably been swallowing
chunks of raw food for weeks

beforehand 'cause she had to
widen her esophagus for this.

She'd been taking relaxants

to help her swallow them down
without gagging.

She dipped them in honey.

She cut her throat raw
swallowing 70 of these.

She knew what she was doing.

Thank you.

I didn't know
until the hospital.

Debbie phoned her mum and dad
from Heathrow,

lied to them that she was
staying at my place.

She was gonna go to a B&B,

and she was gonna meet
her boyfriend there.

Boyfriend? She had a boyfriend?

She kept him secret... Debbie
was good at keeping secrets.

I told you. I never met
her boyfriend. None of us had.

Oh, come off it Kirsty,
friends as close as you lot

never met him,
never talked about him,

never swapped stories
about him?

The condoms Debbie used

to swallow those drugs
were brought in London.

Did her boyfriend ask her
to smuggle those drugs--

I don't know anything.
I haven't done anything wrong!

Are you scared of him?
Is that what's going on here?

Kirsty, the CPS...

will prosecute you
for conspiracy to import drugs.

So, charge me or release me.

Kirsty...

What... you gonna show me
pictures of her dead body,

try and scare me into talking?

We found,
uh, these photographs...

on Debbie's camera.

Can you tell me what's missing?

- Debs.
- Yeah.

And... there's
the three of you...

having a great time.

Kirsty...

Kirsty?

You're
not protecting Debbie.

You're protecting the person
who talked her into this...

okay?

And... he told Debbie
that he loved her.

Now...

Does that look like love to you?

You know what
we do here, Kirsty?

We speak for the dead.

And we speak
for the loved ones left behind.

Tell us who Debbie's
boyfriend was.

Debbie told Kirsty
that the boyfriend

had given her an address
of a hotel in Bangkok.

When she arrived,
there was a room in her name.

Yeah. That's
the oldest M.O. in the book.

She checks in, the drugs are
on the bed, she swallows them,

stashes the cash in a drawer
and then leaves.

- Kirsty also mentioned
- He still works there?

...Debbie was scared
that if she didn't go through

with this, the boyfriend
would dump her.

- And she thought that was love.
- All right. Thank you.

He was manipulating
her from the start.

And if a bloke had done
that to one of my girls--

Guv...

Angela pulled these
off Debbie's laptop.

It's a bunch of emails,
Facebook messages.

Anyway, there's dates
and times where she meets up

- with the owner of this account.
- Buffguy41.

His other name is
Andy Valente, he's a teacher

at Debbie's school.

Bring him in.

I'm a teacher. Debbie was in one
of my classes, that's all.

Really? How many students do you
meet on Sundays, Mr. Valente?

I'm teaching...
I was teaching her to drive.

Well, I've heard it called a lot
of things...

but never that.

She failed
her driving test, twice.

Her dad's not about much.
I offered to help.

Look just tell me
why Kirsty would think

that Debbie was sleeping
with her teacher?

You know what kids are like.

If they're not making stuff up
about each other,

they make it up
about their teachers.

Debbie used to make stuff up
as well, did she?

No... Debbie was different.

She didn't judge anyone.

Everybody felt
comfortable around her.

So, you were helping her
out the goodness of your heart.

I wasn't sleeping with her,

if that's what you're
getting at.

I'm gay.

Debbie saw me...
with my boyfriend.

Never told a soul.

Why would you need
to hide something like that?

I don't.

As a teacher, you learn to keep
your private life private.

Debbie understood that.

Okay... what about Debbie's
private life?

Did she ever mention... or talk
to you about a boyfriend?

She never told me a name.

But I think she was sleeping
with somebody at work.

Debbie worked here weekends.

I've got three stores, spread
across South East London.

How long you had the business
up and running?

- About four years.
- And you never heard a rumor

that Debbie was sleeping
with a member of your staff?

You know, it's hard enough
keeping the wolf

from the door without...

overseeing my employees'
personal lives.

Even when they're sleeping
with your mate's daughter?

One of, uh, one of my techies,

he... put it about that he'd
slept with her,

that she was a... slag.

I checked it out,
was just a rumor.

Well, you wouldn't be
the first...

- employer that staff lied to.
- No, I checked it with Debbie.

And you didn't tell Mark Powell?

Oh, come on.

"Hey Mark, one of the guys
at work's calling your daughter

a slag." He'd be down here
in a second, looking for blood.

You know something?
I wouldn't blame him.

We'll need to talk
to your technicians.

Well... they work
out of my warehouse.

Address is on the back.

That's fine.
Thanks for your help, thank you.

One of the technicians,
fella called Gerry Craig,

didn't show up for work
today or yesterday.

And the line manager says
he didn't call in either.

- Maybe he's sick.
- Maybe he's in it

- up to his eyeballs.
- He meets Debbie,

seduces her, gives her
four or five grand,

expecting what?
Ninety, 100 grand profit back.

Tell you what mate,
we're in the wrong game.

It's not a game, Matt.

This girl lost her life
for the sake of a few quid.

Let's go and see
this Gerry Craig.

I've had complaints
about Gerry Craig before.

People calling in all hours,
dodgy sorts hanging about...

'cause everyone knew
he was a dealer.

So how come you never called us?

I used to, but you guys
come round, nick a dealer,

and another one moves in.

And at least Craig was
only selling what?

- Weed and a bit of coke?
- Only.

Well, the last one
you lot nicked,

was selling acid to school kids.

So what are uniform
doing here then?

Oh, burglary
on the second floor.

See, Craig's flat's
on the fifteenth.

Well, please tell me
your lift ain't broken.

My mum told me,
"Never lie to a copper."

Well, looks
like he left in a hurry.

Nah, place
always looks like this.

Set of scales in the bedroom,
signs of drug use...

coke, cannabis.

So when'd
you last see him then?

Well, last night.

He said he was
heading off for a bit...

tried to tap me for 100 quid.

Cheeky bugger. He still owes
three months' rent.

Don't look like he pays
his bills either... Right, then.

- Did he have many friends?
- Nah.

He's the sort of guy
even his mother couldn't love.

- She ever come around?
- Huh!

Every Friday.

Always wondered what a nice girl
like that was doing with Craig.

You could set your watch
by her, you could.

What was Debbie doing
in a dump like this?

Looks like Craig
knows we're onto him.

Yeah. Well, he's tried to tap up
the caretaker which failed.

So he's obviously broke
and desperate.

And what's the first thing
you need when you do a bunk?

Cash. And you do know
that no one does a bunk anymore.

You're gonna have to update
your lingo, sunshine!

So Craig's on his toes...
Where does he get the cash from?

- Burglary. Second floor.
- Second floor.

A tenant had
his credit card stolen.

For the cash. First thing
you need when you do a bunk.

Told you.

Gerry Craig's got form.

For burglary, credit card theft
and dealing from Intel.

List of his friends
and associates.

Actually, yeah,
I do mind waiting,

thank you very much.
And the next time you ring 999,

we'll keep you waiting.
What about that?

What's got his goat?

Oh, Debbie Powell's the same age
as Ronnie's youngest.

I don't know
how you lot have kids.

Worry alone would
do my head in.

- The love outweighs the worry.
- If you say so.

Well, of course I'm still here.
Although, I do have

a pressing appointment
to put pins in my eyes.

Thank you very much. Cheers.

Okay, cash back,
Tesco's Dulwich.

Guy matching
Gerry Craig's description.

One of Craig's mates
lives in Dulwich. Game on.

See, this is why I did a runner
from my flat.

I knew you lot would put
two and two together

and come up with five.

- You ran because you have form.
- Yeah for dealing,

not smuggling.

Look, lads... I don't want
to go back to prison, do I?

You're going about it
in all the wrong ways, Gerry.

I told you.

I'm not her boyfriend
and I don't know who she was

shagging, she wouldn't say.

All I know is he bought her
driving lessons as a gift.

You mean, the boyfriend
bought her driving lessons,

or the boyfriend was
teaching her to drive?

What difference does that make?

Lessons, I think.
He bought her lessons.

Yes, I remember her now,

Miss Powell.

She took a series
of one-hour lessons

at the end of July.

Jeffrey... slow down!

Did he leave his car at home?

He's crashed 28 times.

I want to know his hand,
eye and foot coordination

has improved before I get back
in a vehicle with him.

- So, um, Debbie Powell.
- Yes.

We usually pick up
at the client's house,

but she was insistent
on coming out here.

- Did she come out here alone?
- As far as I know, yeah.

Intensive care driving school?

It's good, isn't it?
My husband came up with it.

- Intensive Care?
- Yes...

We're intensive, and we care.

So, how did Debbie
pay for her lessons?

Cash... Would you excuse me?

Do me a favor, mate, eh?
Next time we pass a brick wall,

bang my head in to it
for me, save time?

Right.

- What's up?
- There's no tube station,

or bus stop for miles.
Middle of nowhere.

So, she's not allowed
to drive on her own.

How did she get out here?

Seven CCTV sightings
of Debbie at Intensive care.

- Who names their driving scho--
- Leave it, Ange!

Most of them are routine.
Debbie, turns up, Debbie leaves.

Got interesting
with this one though.

- That's Jack Gilmore.
- Family friend.

Well, it could be
a casual dropping off

- after work.
- Nothing casual about this.

Hang on.
Gilmore's the boyfriend?

But he denied knowing
who Debbie was seeing

or who she was sleeping with.
What's that all about?

He's old enough
to be her father.

Oh, no, a kiss doesn't prove
he's the dealer.

But it is enough
to bring him in.

Angelina, lunch is on me.
Well done, love.

You just get
better and better, Ange.

Everyone else has gone back
to the church hall.

You wanna wait, nick him there?

No. Let's get it over with.

Mr. Gilmore, we'd like you
to come with us.

What?

We'd like to ask you
some questions.

You arresting me?

How public would you like
to make this, sir?

What's going on?

It's about one of Mr. Gilmore's
employees.

Have you got him?

Have you got
the bastard who did this?

When we know for certain,
we'll give you a call.

I'll see you
back at the church hall. Okay?

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the importation of heroin.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention
when questioned,

something you later rely on
in court. Anything...

I loved Debbie.
Why the hell would I get her

- to-- smuggle drugs--
- Why did you lie to us,

Mr. Gilmore? Why did you pretend

that you weren't sleeping
with Debbie?

I didn't want Mark to know.

Okay, I knew
how hurt he and Susan would be.

And we both thought
that some people might think

that what we were
doing was wrong.

- Drug smuggling.
- Being in love.

That's not a crime, is it?

Mr. Gilmore...

who's your contact in Thailand?

Who arranged the drugs
for Debbie to collect?

You're not listening!

Why would I risk losing
the one person I loved the most?

I-- I don't know who got her
to do this, but it wasn't me.

Mr. Gilmore, forensics found

some unopened condoms
in your car.

They were the same type
that Debbie packed

with heroin and swallowed.

Actually, from the same batch,
bought from the same branch.

Jack Gilmore,

we're going to charge you
with the importation of heroin.

We go for importation, fine,
but I still don't understand

why you won't pursue Gilmore

for manslaughter
gross negligence.

Under any other circumstances,
I would. But I don't want to put

Debbie's parents
through a mudslinging trial,

when importation carries
the same sentencing parameters.

Presuming we could get
the maximum for importation.

I'd say her parents will endure

a few slanders
on their daughter's character

so long as Gilmore
is punished to the full.

But we don't have
the key witness

that connects Gilmore's actions
to Debbie's death.

I could see if he's
tried this before,

get evidence of a pattern?

Even if you did turn up
a previous drugs mule,

it's not a clear enough link
to manslaughter bec--

Unless...

we can establish duty of care.

Go on.

Gilmore was her employer,
her lover and a family friend.

Can't get
much more responsible than that.

The Old Bailey walls, James.

"The welfare of the people
is the supreme law."

And Debbie Powell's welfare
was destroyed by Jack Gilmore.

Alright.

If you can find a witness
and if the family agree,

- we go for both charges.
- Better get to work then.

The foreseeability
of damage or danger

to Debbie Powell should be
straight forward to prove.

Well, if it was harmless,

Gilmore would've imported
the drugs himself.

We might just have enough to get

George's
manslaughter charge home.

Hold the door!
For God's sake...

Open the windows,
tie down anything that moves.

Oh, God, that smell. I think...
I am-- I'm going to be sick.

That disinfectant, seven years
and they're still using it!

Jason, I thought you only did
meetings via video conference.

My therapist said
I had to experience

the joys of the world.
Joys of the world.

Have you been
on public transport recently?

Alesha Philips, Jason Peters.

- Ah! Jason!
- Oh! I'm sorry, James.

- Ah, you used to work here?
- Many moons ago.

- Umm--
- No, I'd rather not.

I'll be here all day.

You've done
well for yourself, James.

The place
would have driven me mad.

Now, Jack Gilmore.

You've no witnesses,
the forensics are laughable,

and your evidence is

supposition, innuendo,
and hypothesis.

It's a hopeless case.
Even I couldn't win it.

Drop the charges.

Debbie Powell died
of a massive coronary.

She was 18.

Jack Gilmore was responsible.

I've always liked you, James,

and I take no pleasure
in defeating you.

Well, not much.
But I'll see you in court.

He's never lost a case.

Start with...

Gilmore's current employees,
then work backwards.

I don't believe Debbie Powell
was his first drugs mule.

Okay.

Gilmore's a name
I'd rather forget.

I worked for him
three years ago.

But it says on your record
you were sacked for drug use.

My mum died, I got into drugs.
I'm clean now.

And two years ago,
while you worked for Gilmore,

you applied for a passport,
booked a trip to Thailand.

Well, that's not a crime, is it?

No...

but bringing illegal substances
into this country is.

Check your records,
I never got there.

Is that the real reason
he sacked you?

'Cause you changed your mind
about importing the drugs?

Gemma, Gilmore's
latest conquest died.

One of the capsules
she swallowed burst. She was 18.

I have my own family now.
I've got a kid.

Then you'll know what Debbie's
mother must be going through.

Yeah.

Give evidence
against him, please.

- I will if Gerry does.
- Gerry Craig?

He didn't work for Gilmore
till after you left.

Might be not on the books.
But Gerry was the middle man.

He had the contact in Thailand.

Gemma is a coke head.

I'm surprised,
she can remember her own name.

We know you put
the deal together, Gerry.

We're
not interested in you, Gerry.

Just give us Gilmore,
then you can go back

and crawl under the rock
where you came from.

Do you know how easy it is
to get drugs in Thailand?

She was
a very enterprising girl...

Debbie.

She could have
got them anywhere.

Intent to supply.
Importation. Conspiracy.

Perverting
the course of justice--

He'll go on all day
if you're not careful--

- I don't know anything.
- Right.

You know what,
I've had enough of this.

Why don't you charge him
with that little lot, Mattie.

If I talk, what happens to me?

Gerry, tell us what we want
to know, about Jack Gilmore...

or we'll settle for you.

Do you understand?

Gerry? Do you understand?

- Interview terminated at 10:27--
- Okay.

A few years back, I did
some debt collecting

for Gilmore...

and he came to me
with a proposition to earn

some quick cash.

Gerry Craig's prepared
to give evidence

that he gave Gilmore
the drugs contact

and that it was
Gilmore's plan all along.

Good work. So, can we make it
home in both importation

and a manslaughter charges?

The importation charge
is pretty straightforward.

Manslaughter's more of a risk.

I don't care. I want to go
after him for both.

Mark and Susan need to know

that Gilmore's been held
responsible for Debbie's death.

Good. I'm with you.
Put Gilmore in the dock.

How are you bearing up?

I'll feel better when Gilmore's
in prison.

- We all will.
- We've got a pretty strong case,

but there's a long way to go.

Promise me
he won't get away with this.

The liaison officer
will show you where to sit.

- Mark--
- Don't talk to me.

- It's just a terrible mistake.
- You're a pedophile,

- do you hear me? A pedophile.
- She was 18!

At least I was there for her.
You never were--

Jason,
get your client out of here.

I'll kill you!

No wait. No, that's enough!

That was a threat
from your client, James.

Just get out!

Mark. You have to calm down.
Attacking Gilmore

is not going to help
your family.

- He took away our daughter.
- Yeah, and we're

going to hold him responsible
for that in court.

Debbie told me he said
he was in love with her.

We took the piss--

We took the mickey
out of her on holiday.

She was always on Facebook,
leaving messages on his wall.

And what about Debbie?

She was
totally in love with him.

Exhibit eight to 29, my Lord.
Facebook correspondence

between the deceased
and the accused.

Paragraph three C is
where Mr. Gilmore clearly says

how much Debbie means to him.

Thank you. No further questions.

Kirsty, the messages
between my client

and Debbie never...
explicitly mention drugs...

- do they?
- Of course.

He's gonna use code, isn't he?
He's not stupid.

Was my client in Thailand
when Debbie chose

to swallow these drugs?

No, but...

Mr. Peters,

have you forgotten
where you are?

Jason.

I'm sorry, My Lord...
it was, uh... it was an itch.

So, at any time Miss Powell
could have chosen to walk away

and not break the law?

She did it because he asked her.

I knew Debbie was
going to smuggle heroin.

We talked about it
when she came over to my place.

And who was Debbie
smuggling the drugs for?

I don't know.

That's not what you said
in your statement.

Yeah, well, I only said that
because the police

threatened me... physically.

I've seen
the police recording, Mr. Craig.

No such threats were made
against your person.

Of course they're not gonna
threaten me in the interview.

They're not stupid.

My Lord, the Crown's case
is built

around Mr. Craig's evidence.

This witness's evidence clearly
contradicts a sworn statement,

- my Lord--
- Which Mr. Craig made

- while clearly... under duress--
- You weren't sat

in the back of the police car--

- when they threatened me.
- Mr. Craig told the police

on tape, that Jack Gilmore
was behind this.

- The accused has clearly...
- I would've done

anything to get out of there.

...interfered with the course
of justice, my Lord.

The told me to say it was
Gilmore in the interview...

so I did.

Can't believe the judge
took five minutes

to send the jury and Craig out.

Did you know he was going
to change his story?

James, we're friends.

Cheap theatrical tricks
aren't my style.

Your client must have bribed
my witness to perjure himself.

We really should both rise
above this.

Sadly for you,
Craig has changed his story,

and now, we're sort of done.

I'm not done. Gilmore did it.
I can still get him convicted.

Marvelous, James, can't wait
to see it. Good luck with it.

Oh, for God's sake,
your wig is straight, Jason!

Thank god. Now, I can go home.

I really am
sorry about this, James.

But even I couldn't win
this case now.

Mr. Gilmore,
can you confirm for the court

the man in this CCTV footage
is indeed you?

Yes, that's me.

The young woman in that clip...
Debbie Powell...

How old was she?

- She was 18.
- Eighteen.

Old enough to vote...
fall in love...

to drink, have sex.

Not a child.

Did you give her money
to buy those drugs?

- No.
- Did you know what Debbie was

planning when she went
to Thailand?

If I'd have known,
I wouldn't have let her go.

How did you feel when you heard
about Debbie's death,

Mr. Gilmore?

Heartbroken.

No further questions.

Seventy heroin-packed condoms
were found in Debbie's stomach.

Condoms which matched those
police found at your property,

- isn't that right, Mr. Gilmore?
- They were found in my car.

Debbie must have seen them there
and taken them.

You're claiming,

an 18-year-old girl arranged
all this by herself?

I wish to God she hadn't...
but it looks that way.

You're a salesman, aren't you,
Mr. Gilmore?

I own several shops.

Do you think you've sold
your story to the jury today?

My Lord.

I'm telling the truth.

I miss Debbie more than anyone.

The Judge spent
more time summing up

the defense
than he did our case.

It's just the way it is.

He has to explain
all the implications

for the jury, otherwise Gilmore
could appeal if he's convicted.

- The jury's back.
- Already?

Well, that's
a good sign, isn't it?

I mean, quick is better,
it means they know he's guilty.

Why don't you two go in?
We'll follow on.

I need you to be
strong now, Mark.

For your family.

He's right.
I was never there for them.

What kind of a father am I?

Whatever the jury says...
don't let him win.

Members of the jury,
have you reached a verdict

- upon which you are all agreed?
- Yes.

On the first count
of manslaughter,

do you find the defendant guilty
or not guilty?

Not guilty.

On count two, that the defendant
was knowingly concerned

in the importation
of two kilograms of heroin

with intent to supply, do you
find the defendant guilty,

- or not guilty?
- Not guilty.

We're not giving up.

Alesha and I have turned
harder cases than this around.

Yeah, it won't bring
Debbie back, will it?

It's okay. We don't blame you.

I know.

I used to bring Debbie here,
when she was Amy's age.

Just before I used to fly
back to Dubai.

We used to play hide and seek.

This isn't over, Mark.
Don't give up.

I don't see
what else you can do.

Amy, be careful, darling.

I feel like we've let
Debbie's parents down.

I promised them we'd
get Gilmore, we haven't.

Well, sometimes, James, that's
the way it goes, you know.

Jack Gilmore's
probably one of these guys

that can wriggle away
from anything.

You did
the best you could, mate.

Yeah, but it's
not enough, Ronnie.

- There has to be something else.
- Like what?

Gerry Craig is gonna stick
to his guns, ain't he?

I mean, he's not gonna
change his story.

Did you try to talk

Gemma McCann out of withdrawing
her statement?

Well, of course we did,

but don't forget she's
a young scared single mum.

I mean, she's not gonna start
talking now,

Gerry Craig's changed
his tune, is she?

Okay. So there's
no new evidence.

No chance of a retrial--

And, if Jack Gilmore had used
one of my girls like that,

I would really wanna get him
back the best way I could.

No matter what it costs
or what it took.

I'd find out what matters
to that lad

and I would
take it away from him.

Gilmore... He's not going to be
threatened, Ronnie.

You need to care
about something,

anything to risk...
not losing it

And the only thing
Gilmore cares about

is himself and his businesses.

Well, other than getting
every single person in London

to picket or boycott his shops
and put him out of business,

I don't see
what else you can do.

Capone! We do a Capone on him!

Jesus, James, you nearly gave me
a heart attack there.

- Alesha!
- You been drinking?

What is going on?

What was, uh, the name of that,
uh, goth girl last year?

- Last year?
- Oh, you know, the Jones case.

Crisp eater, number muncher.
The tax woman!

Sometimes I think I'm
the only sane person

- who works in here.
- Uh-- Uh-- Una! Una McGladdery.

She's an expert witness,
works at the tax office--

You should see her, George.
Nice as pie,

butter wouldn't melt,
but a Rottweiler

on a paper trail. We go
after Gilmore's tax records.

Income tax, VAT, everything.

Every sale, every transaction,
every piece of paper

that went through his shops,
we go through it all.

- The Capone approach.
- That is brilliant.

I'll get Una's number.

You'd better check that out
with revenue and customs.

We're gonna get him, George.

Maybe not drugs,
maybe not manslaughter

but we are going to get
Jack Gilmore for something.

It's finally happened...
You've become Elliot Ness.

Fantastic. This is
the reason I joined.

All I want
is mountains of paper work.

So, what
should we be looking for?

You don't look for anything.

Be the paper,
become the numbers.

First rule of tax forms?
Everybody lies.

Second rule of tax forms.

Everybody gets
found out eventually.

Usually by me.

What do you need?

Guns. Lots of guns.

Only joking. More floor space.

Three current businesses,
several failed ventures...

This guy's been
in business since 1994.

He started filing
his online returns in 2005.

I can handle those.

Pre that it's paper and you need
a lot more floor space.

Consider it done.

Let's get to work.

Well, ladies and gentlemen,
it's 4:30, it's Friday.

I imagine you've all got
families you're

anxious to get home to.

So, I look forward to seeing you
first thing Monday morning,

and have a lovely weekend.

Thank you, George.

The bridge is yours.

It's only the home secretary.

You being a good girl
for your nanna?

I miss you too, sweetie.

Yes, as soon as Mummy finds
the bad numbers.

Coffee?

I'll take that as yes then.

You know, I haven't had
so much fun since I was

up all night prepping Jagger.

Ethan's down this weekend.
He wants to go skating.

I've no idea where to take him.

I used to go
to the Sobell Centre

near Holloway.

You can skate?

Oh, yeah.

What're you doing
Saturday afternoon?

Watching you fall
flat on your arse.

Everything since 2005
is clean as a whistle.

- How far have you got?
- Nineteen ninety-eight.

- Clean as well.
- I bet you two were

the biggest swots in your class.

Right. Well, we'll
fly through this now.

George, can you
sort this out for me?

Yeah. No problem.

Access to the accounts
of his parents,

his sisters... and his wife.

- Sorry, his what?
- Wife.

Family members are often used
as black economy cover.

He hasn't got a wife. Has he?

She's director
of all his companies and pockets

about 200K a year.

Why didn't we know
about his wife?

Frances Arrow.
Married 1991 to '93.

Divorced, but is
still his business partner.

Has Frances Arrow
paid her income tax?

Her last tax return was in 1994.

It's a bit hard to pay
your income tax

when you're dead.

She died in 1994.

200 grand a year, 15 years.
We've got him.

On count one,

namely that the defendant
dishonestly failed to disclose

a liability to pay income tax

in the sum of 2,412,869 pounds,

with intent to make
a gain for himself,

do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

Two years, is that it?

This might not be
the justice Debbie deserves.

But Gilmore's life
as he knows it is over.

A kind of justice.

Thank you.