All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.UK.S03E01_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.

- It's an oxymoron.
- No, it's not.

Matty, what are
you talking about?

Sausages are made from meat,
not soya.

And they certainly ain't made
from vegetables.

Why should veggies be denied
the pleasure of a sausage roll?

And let's face it, Ron,
it is half the fat.

And half the taste,
I'll have you know

I'm at the peak of my fitness.

Do not let this
cuddly exterior fool you, son.

Blimey! Who died?

My office... now.

He's in there.

How could anyone?

He's five, maybe six.

Looks like he's only been dead
a few hours.

Contusions round the...

Are you okay, Joy?
Take your time, love.

Contusions round the neck.

Petechiae round the eyes.

A bang to the back of the head.

There's curvilinear abrasions
here and here,

suggesting strangulation.

And there's this.

Caused by something sharp
and pointed,

bigger than a pin
or a needle, though.

Looks like a letter R.

What's that on his lips?

There was a popping noise
when I moved him

to examine the head wound.

This was on the floor.

Someone's poured the whole lot
into his mouth.

Crackle Candy.

Just when you think
you've seen it all.

How can we have
a body when a kid hasn't even been missed?

'Cause the parents
probably did it.

Maybe they're at work.
I mean, it's half term.

So... I reckon even the parents
around here with jobs

- couldn't afford a child-minder.
- They haven't even noticed he's missing.

Keep them
as far away as possible.

There's CCTV all over this estate.
They must have caught something.

Provided you can find
one that works.

I'll get Intel onto it.
You talk to the kids.

See if any of their mates
have gone AWOL.

Darren's in the park doing it
with Shania Chapman.

- How old is Darren?
- Eleven.

Eleven.

Whatever happened
to a game of conkers?

What's conkers?

Conor. Conor.

Conor.

What's happening there?
You alright, son? What's up?

My brother, Conor,
was supposed to meet me over the shop hours ago.

- How old is your brother?
- Six.

- When did you last see him?
- This morning.

I saw him.
He was playing over there.

And then this smelly man
come and took him.

Baseball cap,

with like a beard.

And wearing a leather jacket.
That's what you said, babe.

And you saw him with Conor?

He smelled like petrol.

- Right.
- Devlin.

I mean, you were so close
to him you could smell him?

He walked past her, didn't he?

- Okay.
- When he walked past you,

- was Conor with him then?
- No.

He went in with Conor,
but he come out on his own.

Okay.

They just picked up
Conor's mum from work.

She's on her way
to the mortuary.

I was late for work.

I didn't kiss him goodbye.

Julie, I'm very sorry,
but we're going to need to ask you some questions, okay?

Do you think
he was really scared?

You've had some contact
with Social Services over the kids, yeah?

My ex hit Liam, once.

The minute I found out,
I packed his bags.

So, there wasn't an adult
that you could leave him with?

You think I could afford
a super-nanny?

I work 12 hours a day
to keep a roof over our heads.

I can't just give up
cause it's school holidays.

So, Liam looks after Conor
while you're at work, yeah?

Yeah.

Liam and the girls.

- That's Paige Ward?
- Paige and her mate.

Always coming round
asking if they could babysit.

Conor loved them.

Can I get Buddy back?

That's his toy dog.
He took him everywhere.

Of course, yeah,
we need to keep him just a little bit longer,

but we'll let you have him back as soon as we can.
I promise.

Julie, have you ever
seen this man around the estate?

We think he's a mechanic.

Yeah, he looks like my neighbor's boyfriend.
Rob something.

No, he works at the garage
on Cold Harbor Lane. That's it.

You think it was him?

Maybe you should
call your brief.

I don't need a brief
because I don't know nothing about no little boy.

I'm a red-blooded bloke, mate.
Look under my mattress

- if you don't believe me.
- Our witness saw you take

that boy into those flats.
Only, you came out alone

and he ended up dead.

The boy lived in the flat
next door to your girlfriend.

Or at least he did
until our witness spotted you abduct him.

Well, they need
their eyes testing, don't they?

Because I banged
on my missus' door for ten minutes.

- And then I went back to work.
- And did anyone see you leave?

Well, I don't know, do I?

No, no. There was--
There was a girl.

There was a girl.
She must have been about twelve-ish.

- That's it?
- Yeah.

She had like fair hair.

She was a skinny thing.

And an Arsenal shirt.

- And this was at Lexden House?
- Right by the door,

like she was waiting
for someone to come out.

Here's the problem, Paige.

You say you saw the man
at the empty flats,

the ones they're pulling down.

He went inside with Conor.

I don't like her playing
near them empty flats.

Well, you see, we think you saw
the man at Lexden House where Conor lived.

- No.
- Are you sure it wasn't Lexden House?

It was Peldon.
I ain't lying, Mum.

Paige don't tell lies.
She's a good girl.

And you've never been
to Lexden House at any time?

- No.
- Are you sure about that?

I said, didn't I? I told you.

- Why's he picking on me?
- We just need really you

to help us out, here.

Yeah. Would you like a drink?
Do you want a cup of tea, Matty?

Mrs. Ward, would you like
a cup of tea?

- Oh, yeah. Cheers. Two sugars.
- Okay.

I used to chew my nails
when I was a kid.

Especially if I was nervous.

We had this teacher at school.
He used to bang his hand

down on the table
every time he saw me do it.

Of course, that only made
me do it even more.

You chew your nails
'cause you're nervous, don't you?

The thing is, Paige...

we've spoken to the man
that you saw with Conor.

And he says that you saw him
at Lexden House where Conor lived.

- He was by Peldon.
- And you're absolutely certain?

- Cross my heart.
- 'Cause I won't be angry

you know, if you've made a mistake.
We all make mistakes.

If you don't believe her,
you can ask her mate.

Joined at the hip them two.

Someone else saw what happened?

Rose.
She was with me the whole time.

- Who is it?
- Police. Open up, please.

You got a warrant?

- Is your mum there, Rose?
- She's busy.

We just need you
to open the door.

I'm only supposed to open
the door if she screams.

Thank you.

I don't do threesomes.
So, your mate will have to wait in here.

Actually, we would like
to talk to Rose

about the boy who died
in the empty flats.

Rose don't know nothing
about it.

Well, we think she
could be a witness.

So, we'd like you both to come
down to the station for a video ID.

Both girls picked out
Denton from the video ID.

We've enough to charge him.

And Denton identified Paige
outside the dead boy's flat.

Or maybe he saw her
at the murder scene.

But Denton hasn't
got any previous involving kids.

Now, the cause
of death we confirmed,

it wasn't a bump on the head,
it was by manual strangulation.

No signs
of sexual assault.

Oh, so he's been flying under the radar.
Those girls know what they saw.

- I still think Paige is lying.
- Because she chews her nails?

- It's just a feeling, Ron.
- Well, we can talk to her again.

- That's no problem.
- If the girls saw Denton take

the kid,
then someone else must've done.

Someone did.

There's something
you need to see.

This is Denton outside
his girlfriend's flat.

At 9:31 he heads
towards the car park.

Then at 9:35...

And another camera picks them up
heading towards Peldon House.

Please, God, tell me
this isn't what I think it is.

Look at her.
Face of an angel.

Paige seems to trust you.

You take Rose,
but I want a member of CPS watching those interviews.

And I want both girls arrested
and cautioned

before they speak a single word.

You understand that you can have
a solicitor here if you want one?

Oh, we don't need one.
She ain't done nothing wrong,

- have you, babe?
- No.

Okay.

I want to talk
about what happened to little Conor.

You went out
to play with your friend, Paige. Is that right?

- Yeah. We played football.
- Okay.

- Rose, do you know Conor?
- You know she does.

- He lives in our block.
- Miss Shaw, I need Rose to answer

- the questions, please.
- Come on, then.

Rose, did you go to Conor's flat
the morning that he died?

Yeah. Liam left him alone.

So, you and Paige
took him out to play, yeah?

- It ain't nice being left on your own.
- Is this gonna take much longer?

Is there somewhere
you need to be?

I mean,
I can always get a social worker

- to come and sit in if you can't wait.
- You don't know me.

Just get on with it, yeah?

So, where did you take Conor
to play, Rose?

By Peldon House.

But, then this man come
and took Conor inside.

And you know
that's where we found Conor, don't you? Peldon House?

Did he just lay down and die?

Well, you know what?
I think you know how he died, Rose.

I don't think there was
any man there at all.

Yes, there was a man.
Look, the man took him.

Ask him what happened to Conor,
not me.

- I don't think you're telling me the truth.
- Yes, I am!

I've changed my mind.
You can call that social worker.

- No, Mum, you can't leave me.
- No, just listen to what he says, right?

The only words you say
are "No comment".

No, Mum. No, I want to go home
with my mum.

Stay here, Rose.

Look, Kelly, I used to sit
in these rooms just as twitchy as you...

- Mum.
- ...Calm down.

Kelly, listen to me, alright?

Mum!

I wasn't worrying about what
my next question was,

I was worrying about when
I was gonna get my next drink.

- Mum!
- Shut up!

Kelly, today could be the first day you don't use.
And you do have a choice.

Your habit or your daughter.

Mum. Mum! Mum!
Mum, please! Mum, Mum!

So, you like Arsenal, yeah?

They're the best
and it's alright to support them if you're

from South London 'cause really
they're from Woolwich Arsenal.

They just moved north
in the olden days.

Yeah, that's right.
And you got number 11 on your shirt.

- That's Van Persie, isn't it?
- Rachel Yankey.

- She done this talk at our school.
- Arsenal Ladies.

It's all she goes on about.

Well, maybe one day you'll be
the next Rachel Yankey, eh?

No, I'll never be
as good as her.

I used to play a bit
when I was a kid.

Yeah, we had a scout
from the Arsenal come 'round our school once.

Only, I was so nervous
about not being picked

- I pulled a sickie.
- You didn't even try?

Well, I wanted to,
but the truth is I was too scared of messing up.

I've never told anyone
that before.

I feel better now
that I've told you.

You know when you try
and keep a secret,

and you wanna tell,

it sort of hurts
to keep it inside.

Well, if you share it
with a friend, it feels better.

You see, Paige,
I think you've got a secret

about what happened
to little Conor.

And we're friends, aren't we?

Let me share your secret.

Make it stop hurting.

Mum.

She's so close I can smell it.

When my girls were little,
I took them to the fair one Sunday.

And we were queuing up
and I was paying for the girl s to get on this ride.

A typical Sunday dad,
over-compensating them.

I've got toys
and prizes I'd won.

Popcorn, candy floss,
all that stuff.

I turned 'round,
and the little one had gone.

Just disappeared,
and the place was mobbed.

That is really,
truly frightening for me.

Do you know where she was?

And me a copper, an' all!

She'd sneaked
into the stall next door,

and was trying
to nick a goldfish.

I tell you, kids, mate!

It's frightening.

We should get back in there.

Yeah.

Just give us a minute, eh?

Tell me it ain't true you,
got them girls in there.

They wouldn't hurt my Conor.
No, they wouldn't!

We're just talking to them
at the moment, Julie.

Yeah, but they're just kids.
I mean, please, just tell me

they didn't do it, yeah?
Please, please, I mean it!

I'm sorry.

That's you,
isn't it, Paige?

Number 11, like Rachel Yankey.

And that's Rose, isn't it?

And that's Conor.

You see, there's cameras
all over the estate.

They take pictures
of people walking about,

going in and out of the blocks.

This picture was taken
about 20 minutes before Conor died.

There's other pictures
that show the man that you picked out

leaving the estate
before Conor died.

Do you think Mum realizes
just how serious this is?

Who wants to believe
their kid's involved with something like this?

The poor woman's in shock.

I know I would be if that was
one of my girls sat there.

Maybe we should
get Matt to ask again if they want a brief.

She's gonna spill
any second.

You know I love you, babe,
no matter what you done.

You got to tell
the policeman the truth.

Who went into Peldon House
with Conor?

Just me and Rose.

And little Conor. We took him.

And did someone hurt Conor?

He was crying.

He wanted his mum.

And Rose put her hands
around his neck.

He tried to get her off,

but he fell back
and banged his head against the wall.

It's okay, baby. It's okay.

- What happened next, Paige?
- She got on top of him.

Started squeezing
his neck again.

When she got off,
he just lay there.

And then she
got out this compass,

like we use in Math's,

and told me to scratch my name
on his tummy.

And you did it?

I only did the P.

I couldn't do the rest.

Then she took it off me,

and done another line
to make it to an R for Rose.

Can we go home now?

Police have arrested
two girls aged 10 and 13

on suspicion of the murder
of five-year-old Conor Reid.

Conor was found dead here
at the Kelvedon Estate last week.

It's believed the girls
were moved to a secret location last night

after the police station, where
they were being held, came under siege

from angry protestors.

This is getting out of hand,
and we haven't even charged them yet.

Little girl killers.
The public can't stomach it.

It's understandable.

Kids killing kids.

This is as bad as it gets.

So, what are the girls saying?

- They're blaming each other.
- What about the forensics?

The girls were tested too late
for any surviving contact trace evidence.

We're still waiting
on the analysis of their clothing.

So, until we get it,
there's no way of knowing which one of them

is telling the truth?

The police believe
Paige is telling the truth,

that Rose is the killer.
Paige has cooperated fully.

And she's prepared
to give evidence against Rose in court.

What does her brief want
in return?

A Section 73 agreement.

Paige has given a statement

detailing exactly how Rose Shaw
killed Conor Reid.

She's a witness, nothing more.

Your client carved her initial
into the dead boy's skin.

She colluded with her friend
to concoct a story, blaming an innocent man.

- Under duress from Rose Shaw.
- Oh, come on, Luke!

Rose is three years younger
than your client.

And bright as a button
according to her teachers.

Paige, on the other hand,
has learning difficulties.

The police believe Rose Shaw acted alone.
A jury will, too.

Paige pleads guilty
to assisting an offender.

She's practically handing you
Rose Shaw with bells on.

The least you can do
is drop the charges.

That's the deal.
Take it or leave it.

We sign that agreement,

there's no going back.

Paige Ward gets immunity
on everything except assisting an offender, right?

Okay.
Get the papers signed.

But we charge Rose with murder.

Who's her brief?

You so don't want to know.

Come on.
How bad can it be?

There he is, Balls of Steel.

- Kim.
- You don't call. You don't write.

You didn't seriously expect
any deals on the table?

You did get my email?

Oh, don't tell me it's still
floating around in cyberspace.

I told our new clerk
when we need to disclose something to the Crown,

- now means now.
- What are you disclosing?

I've brought you a spare copy,
just in case.

Deep breaths.

Rose Shaw
is ten years old.

She played no part
in this horrific crime,

and is devastated
to learn that her best friend says otherwise.

I'm asking you
to release this poor child into her mother's care.

Miss Sharkey,
as much as it irks me to have to consider

locking up a ten-year-old,
Paige Ward has your client

choking a boy to death
with her bare hands.

I simply cannot ignore
such a statement.

Indeed you cannot,
My Lord, were said statement taken legally.

However... I suggest
that is not the case,

and hereby apply to have
Paige Ward's interview excluded.

My Lord, I request
an immediate adjournment.

The Crown have not been informed
of any such application.

And yet Miss Phillips
appears to have a copy

of the application
and all supporting evidence

right there in front of her.

Because you handed it over
five minutes ago.

Either it was disclosed
or it was not, Mr. Steel.

Continue, Ms. Sharkey.

At the time of her interview,
Paige Ward was not accompanied

by a solicitor
or appropriate adult.

She was accompanied
by her 28-year-old mother

who refused
legal representation.

A woman with an IQ below that
of an average 12-year-old.

Unlike the morals
of an average 12-year-old

which my learned colleague
shares.

Miss Sharkey, Mr. Steel,

my chambers now, please.

After meeting
Paige Ward's mother,

I took it upon myself
to have her IQ tested.

It also came to light that she
has learning difficulties and mild autism.

There wasn't time
to second-guess the IQ of appropriate adults.

The police had to act quickly
in the best interest

- of gathering evidence.
- Evidence they gathered

by coercing a 13-year old girl
into saying what they wanted to hear.

They bribed her
with a Happy Meal, and chatted about her hobbies,

- for God's sakes.
- The officer was creating a bond of trust.

with the suspect.
They naturally assumed

the mother would intervene
if she was unhappy with the line of questions.

Her mother wouldn't
have intervened if DS Devlin had danced the fandango

- with her.
- The only one making a song

and dance about this is you.
What've you got planned

for your finale, Kim?
IQ test Paige Ward's counsel?

Enough, enough.

The whole point
of an appropriate adult

is to safeguard
the rights and welfare of young people in custody.

I intend to play this one
with a straight bat.

I'm granting
Ms. Sharkey's application

to exclude the statement.

That statement put Rose Shaw's
hands round Conor Reid's neck.

We signed the Section 73
based on it, now we can't even use it!

You must have realized
Tina Ward wasn't a suitable, appropriate adult.

Do I look like Derren Brown?

She came across like half
the adults we meet.

We don't exactly deal
with Mensa candidates.

Any other judge
would have thrown Sharkey out of court

pulling a stunt like that.
Blame Justice Pedotti.

And do we have a case
without that statement?

Please tell me,
forensics are going to confirm Rose Shaw's guilt.

Without a doubt.
Conor's DNA is gonna be

all over Rose Shaw's clothing.

Well, let's get
this over with, then.

We represent Conor,
which means we represent you.

We're certain
the forensic analysis of the girl's clothing

will give us
the evidence we need to put Rose Shaw behind bars

for a very long time.

She'll go to prison?

Well, initially she'll remain
in secure local authority care.

Then when she's old enough,
she'll be transferred

to a young offenders' institution.
Then an adult prison.

- Her whole childhood.
- You won't have to worry

about her being released
until her early 20s.

I saw this woman
on the news last night

and she said Rose Shaw
was Satan reborn.

They should bring back hanging
just for her.

I've never heard so much hate
in someone's voice.

Well, public feeling
is very strong.

All these flowers
on the estate,

sack loads of cards every day
like they all knew him.

All of them out there
feeding off my boy's death.

Then it take over their lives.

It's like they need it.

The funny thing is,
all I want...

yeah, all I need is
to let it go.

The trial can help you do that.

Sending her
to prison won't help me.

It won't bring my boy back.

Most victims' families
find it gives them a sense of closure.

Closure? This ain't closure.

This is revenge.

No, that little girl
don't deserve it.

She's been through enough.

We live on the same estate.
I know what goes on in there.

She broke the law
in the most terrible way.

She's a child.

What, you wanna hide her
behind a ten-foot wall so no-one has to look at her?

No-one has to ask her
who's really responsible for Conor's death?

No.

No, no. It's too easy.

Prosecuting kids is never easy.

My Conor, he used to...

he liked to draw them pictures,
you know, the ones where you put

the paint through straws.

He loved dogs.

That's how I wanna remember him.

My happy little boy.

I don't want
my memories clouded by hate.

I mean, would you want
your son brought up in a world with no hope?

You can't save Conor.

But you can save her.

Yeah, you can give
Rosie Shaw a life.

You can forgive her?

I hate what she did

with every bone in my body,
but...

but... I'm a mum.

I can't hate a child.

You say you represent me...

then this is what you do.

You make Conor's life
mean something.

You find out why she did it,
and you get that little girl help.

We have to help her.

We can't just drop
a murder charge.

The DPP will have your balls
and mine too, George.

Not just the DPP,
the Attorney General wants

Rose Shaw convicted
of murder.

So that's it.
Our hands are tied.

Not on my watch.

You heard
what Mrs. Reid wants.

What do we do?

My granddaughter
is the same age.

She spends
her time riding ponies and making daisy chains.

I want to know
what makes a girl of ten

put her hands
round a child's neck...

and squeeze the life out of him.

Rose, did you worry
what your mum was doing with these men?

My mum says that psychiatrists,
they mess up your brain waves.

Is that what you're gonna
do to me?

Dr. Marsh believes that

the abuse changed the physiology
of Rose's nervous system, which means

her responsibility
was diminished at the time of the killing.

Right, we offer Sharkey
a deal, then.

Get Rose the help
that she needs.

Police just called.
Forensics are in.

- Are you sure about this?
- Forensics don't lie. Kids do.

- But everyone was so certain.
- They checked both the girls' clothing.

There are 148 microscopic spots
of blood on the front of her shirt.

Which means
that when the boy died,

the one with her hands
around his throat was Paige Ward.

We have a Section 73 signed
and sealed.

You can't charge Paige
with anything further in relation to this case.

Your client had
Conor Reid's blood all over her shirt.

Which means
that when Conor Reid died

the person in contact with him
was indeed Paige,

and not Rose Shaw.

It isn't true. It was Rose.

Must I remind you again,
gentlemen,

my client isn't here
to be interrogated.

Paige, you trust me, don't you?

I need you to tell me the truth.

We can walk out
of here right now.

It's not what you think.

Paige, you don't have
to say another word.

I want to explain.

After she done it,
Rose just left. I picked Conor up,

but he made this noise,
like a cough sort of.

- Why did you move him, Paige?
- I wanted to take him home to his mum.

But then Rose come back
with the compass.

I swear I didn't hurt Conor.

It was me who put the toys there
in case he got lonely.

The pathologist
has re-examined Conor's body.

He found pulmonary
interstitial emphysema,

a buildup of pressure
in Conor's lungs

caused by blood
blocking the airways.

Now, it could have been released
when Paige lifted him up

causing expiration spatter
or it could've been released

as she was choking him.

So much for forensics proving
which one of them did it.

Sharkey's gonna have
a field day with this.

Maybe not.

According
to the forensic report,

there were
seven curvilinear abrasions on Conor's neck.

Three were at the front
made by Conor trying to pry

his attacker's hands off.

And four at the back made
by his attacker choking him.

Yeah, but the report said
without finding Conor's skin

in the fingernail scrapings

there was no way to ascertain
which girl made them.

But only Paige Ward's
fingernails are bitten to the quick.

The nail marks
on the back of Conor's neck.

Rose Shaw has a defect
on the nail of her left forefinger.

The same defect
can be seen in those marks.

A hundred and forty-eight spots
of blood on a shirt spell murder to a jury.

Four nail marks spell
a bit of rough play.

You should give juries
more credit, Kim.

Lucky for you we don't intend
to put this to a jury.

- You're offering a deal?
- I'll accept a plea to manslaughter

on the basis
of diminished responsibility.

Rose gets a hospital order
with a Section 41 restriction.

You want to put her in hospital?

Don't you? Rose needs treatment.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Well, I'm giving your client
a way out of a murder charge.

Surely, it's in Rose's
best interests to have someone try and fix her.

The child's a monster.
I doubt anyone could fix her.

You're only offering a deal
because you're worried I'm going to win.

You can care less
what's best for Rose.

You just don't want to give up
your 15 minutes.

Cases like this come along
once in a lifetime, James.

- They're career makers.
- This isn't a short cut to silk, Kim!

- It's a child's life.
- Do calm down, James,

or you'll be comparing ulcers
with George.

The jury are going to see
a very pretty little girl

and hear how the Crown
made a deal with a teenager

who had the victim's blood
all over her shirt.

I know who I'd believe.

She's a killer.

And when the jury
see photographs of a strangled five-year-old,

the only place they'll
want her is a prison cell.

You know the prison system
doesn't have the provisions for the sort of treatment

- that this girl needs.
- What is this preoccupation

about treatment?
The public don't care

- about treating killers.
- Well, they ought to.

It's a matter of public safety.

Now, if we send her to hospital,
she will be released

only if and when
she's no longer a danger.

Justice Pedotti will make sure
she gets a minimum tariff of 12 years.

There's no votes in being soft
on children who commit crimes.

I don't make decisions based
on what gets the Home Secretary most votes.

You lock that little girl away,
and you might as well kill her, too.

I'm not asking, George.
As Director of Public Prosecutions,

I'm telling.
You try that girl for murder,

and you make sure
she's convicted.

God, I swear
that woman was put on this earth

just to irritate my duodenum.

Whatever it takes,
you guarantee that that jury find

on manslaughter,
diminished responsibility,

and not murder.
I want that girl in a hospital,

- not a prison.
- What about the DPP?

Screw the DPP?
I answer to Conor's mother on this one.

Dr. Haim Ginott
talks about kids being like wet cement.

Whatever falls on them
makes an impression.

In Rose's case,
her abusive upbringing

means she's ended up
with a callous lack of concern for others.

So, she lashes out.

Is she in control
of her actions?

I don't believe
at the time of the killing she intended to kill,

or understood
the permanency of death.

- Can Rose's condition be treated?
- It must be treated.

Rose needs
intensive psychotherapy

- and pharmaceutical treatment.
- Thank you.

No further questions.

Did you examine Paige Ward?

- No.
- Because the Crown didn't ask you to?

- That's right.
- And yet, Rose told you repeatedly

that it was Paige Ward
who killed Conor, did she not?

- Well, yes, but denial is often--
- So, how are we to know

what Paige Ward's
mental state was

when Conor Reid's blood splashed
all over the front of her shirt,

or when she carved her initial
into his stomach?

My Lord, does my learned friend
assume the witness has psychic powers?

How else could he
possibly answer such questions?

Miss Sharkey,
please reserve questions regarding blood evidence

for the appropriate
expert witness.

Apologies, My Lord.
No further questions.

"Evil from the day
she was born."

How can any mother say that
about her own child?

Trial by tabloid.
Just what we needed.

The woman is poison.
The trial's not even over

and she's got the public baying
for her daughter's blood!

Along with the jury.

If there was any chance
of making them believe

her responsibility was
diminished, her mum and the bloody red tops just blew it.

We have to find a way to make
that jury see what we see.

I'm sorry, George.
I don't know what else we can do.

Well, you have
to make them understand that Conor Reid

is not the only victim here.
Rose Shaw's an abused child.

She's a victim, too.

No comment.

Reporting restrictions exist for a reason.
To protect your daughter.

You don't give a shit
about her welfare, do you.

- I don't know what you mean.
- I hope your 30 pieces of silver

were worth it 'cause thanks
to your sniveling to the tabloids,

the country have made up
their minds up about her.

You shouldn't be talking
to her, James

Why not? She isn't a witness.

Well, she should be.

If the jury saw her true colors,
it's her they'd want to lock up, not Rose.

So, let's call her.

Can you tell the court
how you make your living?

I ain't on trial here.

Can you answer
the question, please?

- I'm a masseur.
- You're a prostitute, are you not?

We don't all have
the sorts of mummies and daddies to fund us

- through university.
- Is Rose aware of what you do?

When the police came
to talk to Rose,

you were engaged in a sex act
with a client while she was

- in the next room.
- Plenty of mums work from home these days.

When Dr. Marsh spoke to Rose,
she told him that she'd not only seen

- her mother working...
- Doctors twist things.

...but she'd also seen violent,
sadistic, pornographic films

- which you watched with clients.
- Turned her into a killer, did they?

Is it right that one
of the DVDs recovered from your flat showed a man passing out

having been manually asphyxiated
during sex,

and another showed a man
taking pleasure in being cut

with a razor blade
during sexual intercourse?

- You can't prove that she saw them.
- Can you prove she didn't?

- I done my best for her.
- So, were you doing your best for Rose

when you tried to give her
away to a complete stranger

- when she was just six weeks old?
- I was 16.

It weren't easy
stuck on your own with a kid.

What about the time
you sold her cot to fund your crystal meth habit?

I had a problem then. I owed money.
Rose don't go without now.

Because you work as a prostitute
servicing clients from a room

right next door
to your daughter's?

- She don't see nothing.
- Well, she doesn't hear it?

She doesn't deal
with the fallout,

like the time you were beaten
senseless by one of your clients?

- That only happened once.
- Tell me,

how would you have
protected Rose if this particular client had decided

to turn his attentions to her?

- He didn't.
- Can you be sure of that?

You were unconscious
for quite some time.

In fact, it wasn't
until your next client turned up some six hours later

- that an ambulance was called.
- Rose was alright.

Rose was four years old.
She thought you were dead.

But you don't really care
what happens to her, do you?

- It's not true.
- You don't care that she's out there

choking the life
out of a five-year-old boy

just so long
as it doesn't interfere with your habit.

You're making out I'm a bad mum.

I am shouting it loud and clear, Ms. Shaw.
You are a terrible mum.

A negligent mum,
a mum who hasn't got the first idea how to take care

- of her own child.
- She's the one who killed that kiddie,

- not me.
- You might as well have done.

Because you raised the child
that killed Conor Reid.

You've turned her into exactly
what she is, did you not?

No further questions, My Lord.

On the charge of murder,
how do you find?

Guilty.

Rose Shaw...

you have been found guilty
of murder.

You alone are responsible
for the death

of a defenseless
five-year-old boy.

What you did to that child is
every parent's worst nightmare.

I've heard all I need
regarding your state of mind

and the circumstances
of your background,

and see no need to wait
for further reports before sentencing.

I hereby sentence you
to be detained at Her Majesty's pleasure...

with a minimum term of 12 years.

Rose!

Mum! Mum, please!

- Mum, please!
- Rose!

Mum!

Will she serve
the whole 12 years?

I don't know.
Dr. Marsh has agreed to work with her

in the secure unit and...

When she's 15, rest assured

I will personally appeal
against her move to prison.

Conor used to sleep in my bed.

I never could settle him
into a cot.

In my arms, he'd sleep
ten hours straight.

I used to watch him
half the night, thinking how lucky I was.

I bet no-one ever looked
at Rose Shaw and felt lucky.

Thanks.