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In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups.

The police, who investigate crime.

and the Crown Prosecutors, who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

"I've got discipline and self-control."

I've developed me social skills,

did all kinds of jobs,

and-- and I've got myself a trade.

"I've completed the Extended

Sex Offender Treatment programme,

Reasoning and Rehabilitation.

And level three Anger Management."

I could lie to you and say I've found God.

But I deal in reality.

Now.

Besides I've found something better, me fiancée.

She showed me what it felt like to be loved.

I am sorry for what I did to those women.

The abuse he suffered as a child

may not justify his crimes

but it goes some way towards understanding how dislocated he'd become as an adult.

Mr. Steel,

I don't believe Mr. Darnell's changed at all.

I think he's as dangerous now as when I prosecuted him.

He was found guilty of three vicious rapes.

He was a suspect in two others.

and his crimes were growing more violent

when he was caught.

Prison was the only thing that stopped him.

You let him out, he'll rape again.

Ashanti Walker, sixteen years old.

She was off school 'cause she was ill.

Her Mum found her when she came home from work.

There's no sign of forced entry.

The main door to the building was locked

but according to a friend, she'd been to a launderette.

Hang on, I thought she was ill.

Well, give them the day off, they soon recover.

Not this time.

No real injuries.

For all I know, she had a pre-existing aneurysm.

- Well, why are we here? - Uniform talked to her Mum.

She reckons Ashanti was raped 'cause she never sleeps naked.

Well, and the bed's stripped.

But then again,

- she'd been to the launderette. - Well, she might have been

about to take a shower.

We, uh,

We... we found these.

Right, so we've got a pair of torn panties

in a teenager's bedroom.

Pfft, not a lot to go on then.

Well, she could have been suffocated.

Her eyes were blood shot

and there was petechial spotting in the outer lining of the heart and lungs.

But that's also consistent with a stroke.

Right!

So, is there any possibility of a sexual angle?

No semen but small deposits of blood in her cervix

would suggest her hymen has just been broken.

There was also vaginal and cervical bruising.

Same time frame as her death?

Thereabouts. Maybe just before.

Right. So any signs of force then?

There's a bruise on her wrist which might be a restraint wound.

And a small cut on her throat.

but I've done worse shaving my legs.

Often shave your neck though, do you, Heather?

Or is there something you're not telling us.

Could be a small knife or scissors.

So it looks like it could be a rape.

Well, not necessarily.

You can get these kinds of internal injuries

from having consensual energetic sex.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Walker,

they...

they won't let you have Ashanti back just yet, Mrs. Walker.

I'm sorry,

but when you came home,

was the door to the flat locked?

Um...

Just with the handle.

It locks by itself.

And, and, uh, does Ashanti have a boyfriend?

No. She knew better than that.

And she wanted to make a life for herself.

Her boyfriend was coming over, so she'd gone

to the launderette to get her best top.

I asked her if it was gonna be his lucky day.

- If she was gonna have sex with him? - Mmm!

I told her you can't play the virgin card forever.

I lent her a thong 'cause her Mum kept buying her

these Bridget Jones passion killers.

I don't think she was up for it though.

Well, did she say if her boyfriend was up for it?

Show me a bloke who ain't.

And where can we find Desperate Dan?

Block next door.

His name's Ray Cole.

Right.

So...

uniform reckon that the girl dropped her bed linen off

at the launderette yesterday at 01:30 p.m.

Now, if that's the case and she was going to sleep

with her boyfriend, why strip the bed?

Those ripped knickers didn't look like they belonged to Sexy Sadie either.

Or maybe Ray Cole got tired of waiting.

Aye! Aye!

I thought she was blanking me 'cause I didn't show up yesterday.

And why didn't you show up, Ray?

This shower installation job came in.

Boss asked me to do it.

Only a little bird told us that you were on a promise.

Yeah, I mean, if I was given the choice

between work or popping my girlfriend's cherry...

I wasn't after that.

Well, you were, according to Sadie.

Is that what happened Ray? You went round, she knocked you back?

Well, I should've done.

I could have saved her from whatever perv broke in there.

Only they didn't, Ray.

No-one broke in.

Ashanti opened the door to whoever it was.

It wasn't me.

I love her.

We love each other.

I phoned but she didn't pick up.

Oh God...

And where did you call from, Ray?

The house where the job was.

Do you have the details?

And you're sure about those times?

Okay, thank you.

Wasn't him.

Of course not. The lad's in bits.

He got there just after twelve.

Didn't leave 'til four and he never slipped out.

She was keeping an eye, she described him in detail.

Either she doesn't trust workmen or she fancied the pants off him.

Builders getting leched at, there's sexual equality for ya.

Not just builders.

Right.

Let's say she was attacked by someone she didn't know.

How did the attacker get inside that building?

No residents let anyone in. And that door is secure.

Unlike the one next door. Anyone can get in.

No caretaker next door, the owner let him go.

Now any scum can walk right in.

People don't know what we do 'til we're gone.

We're maintenance men. We maintain.

Right. So, what's this room here?

Store room. We don't use it, it's locked.

Right.

Not now though? No way. After you.

Do you mind if I take the torch, please?

Cheers.

- What's that? - Could be a conduit.

There used to be pipes between the buildings.

Oh, this looks like it's jammed in.

- How can you tell? - We're detectives. We detect.

Right, let me help you.

Just put your foot there, steady. Up!

- Cheers. - Okay?

Here, give us that torch.

What do you reckon?

It's a boiler room, next doors.

No the hole's big enough to climb through.

- Well, except for Ronnie obviously. - Thank you.

Can we eliminate the people inside the building as suspects?

Well, all the residents were either out

or had a decent alibi, you know.

Ashanti was expecting her boyfriend, so even if the attacker

had broken into the building, all he had to do was knock on her door.

Thing is look, have we actually got a case?

All we know is that she had sex around about the same time as she died.

- Yeah, exactly. - We've got no hair or fluids on the bed.

We've got no fingerprints, we've got no forced entry.

No weapon, no definite cause of death.

I mean if it was rape and murder, we've got no forensic evidence

to back it up.

Not one person questioned saw anyone new in either building,

- or in the street for that matter. - Listen to this.

A neighbor saw Ashanti Walker in the launderette.

She said Ashanti Walker was folding her laundry so carefully,

she asked her to come and tidy her daughter's bedroom when she was done.

And?

Well, the laundry in the bin bag, that look folded to you?

There was nothing remarkable about the laundry itself.

We were wondering if anyone other

than Ashanti Walker could've handled the bag.

Well, we only found the victim's prints on it.

At first.

But I ran some further tests and recovered

saliva samples which matched.

Now, see, the plastic had been stretched in that area too.

And there were indentation marks which match her teeth.

So she was suffocated?

Possibly.

In which case that's our murder weapon.

We could even have an M.O.

Right, we searched the sexual offenders register for the local area

and well, we found one similar M.O.

The link is a-- is a bit tenuous,

but his name is, uh, Paul Darnell.

- The day stalker. - Yeah.

Raped his victims in broad daylight in their own bedroom.

He was released three months ago at a parole hearing.

Although his file says he's reformed.

No, he's too tormented to reform.

He should never have been released.

He was an abused and battered child

whose Mum forced him to have sex with her

- between rounds one and two. - Nice.

He'd been sexually harassing young girls for years before he raped anyone.

James, he never murdered anyone though.

Well, maybe his M.O.'s evolved.

Eight years inside could've taught him not to leave any witnesses.

Investigate him quickly, because if it is him.

He's gonna do it again.

In the three months Darnell's been out.

he's made every single one of his probationary meetings.

Kept to the conditions of his license to the letter

and he is now working in a kitchen fitter's shop near Waterloo.

Well, that's not far from where Ashanti lived.

Well, he hasn't missed a day.

He's the model employee.

He's home every night at seven, usually with his fiancée.

Not only that, the attacker would have to know the building

in order to get in and there's no record of Darnell ever living

anywhere near the area as an adult.

Right, but one of his rapes was in Battersea.

Alesha, maybe it's someone else.

Rule Darnell out and you'll know.

Paul's a craftsman.

He's a dab hand.

His finishing is immaculate, he's got such a nice touch.

Not sure his victims would agree.

Hey, I know what he did. His work mates don't.

It doesn't worry you?

He keeps himself to himself. Crowds get to him.

He can't bear the tube, traffic.

Walks everywhere. Won't carry a mobile.

Where's the quiet gone, that's what he says.

And was he here all day Wednesday?

Yeah, except for lunch. He had to do something for his fiancé.

What time's lunch?

One 'til two.

He was half an hour late back though.

I told him it's called a 'quickie' for a reason.

So, that's an hour and a half of Mr. Darnell's time

supposedly accounted for.

Except we've got no way of tracking him down.

] He doesn't use a mobile phone and I bet you any money.

- He doesn't carry an oyster card either. - No.

So, why don't we have a chat with his fiancée

to see how quick that quickie was.

Yeah, Paul picked up some wire clippers I'd taken to get fixed.

There's a repair shop near his work.

What time was he here?

About quarter past one.

- Did he stay long? - No, just a few minutes. Why?

Did he say where he was going? Only he was late back for work.

No, he didn't. Alright?

Is there a problem with probation 'cause he was late?

We don't deal with license conditions, Judy.

A girl was raped and murdered on Wednesday afternoon.

Hang on a minute, you're not--

you're not saying that you think Paul did it.

He's a convicted rapist. The girl lived a fifteen-minute walk from here.

Something I said?

Well, we don't exactly roll up with good news, do we?

Who's the kid?

He didn't stay because my daughter was here.

It's one of the conditions of his license.

Your daughter?

He's changed.

Why put yourself

and your daughter in that position? Why him?

I've never met anyone so unloved.

I saw the good in him.

Well, you've got some lovely stuff, Judy.

That's Paul,

and he hates it.

I found it in his bin.

You know, that little boy had his innocence smashed out of him.

Literally.

He's feeding the pigeons in Trafalgar Square in that photograph.

Yeah, he used to live in London for a while when he was a boy.

With his Mum and her brother.

He lived in London? Where?

Near Waterloo somewhere, he won't talk about it.

It was a horrible time.

- Hi, Guv. - Right.

Darnell's mother's maiden name was Howells.

And she died twelve years ago,

so we are presuming that the house belonged to her brother.

Yeah, so we're looking for a phone listing

for Howells in the London area in '69.

If only he had a mother called Clutterbuck.

Give him a break. He had enough torment.

Yeah, not all abused kids turn into rapists.

Works and pensions?

Well, they've given us a lot of historical evidence about men called Howells.

None of whom lived in or around the Waterloo area.

The local authority think that they can get hold of copies

of the voters' register from 1970 and they're getting back to us.

Yeah, sometime this year.

Didn't his mother have a drink problem?

Yeah.

That worth following up then?

Well, first off, the Guv's a genius.

But then you already knew that.

We checked out Mum, she didn't have any run-in's with the authorities.

But her brother did.

Mr. Robert Howells was up in front of West London Magistrates court

in May 1970, for ABH,

and he lived with his sister and his nephew.

And the ABH was actually against the nephew, one Paul Darnell.

The uncle broke young Paul's collar bone.

His home address was 18 Lorimer Gardens.

Which is just a stone's throw away from where Ashanti Walker lived.

Absolutely, and the buildings are identical,

which means Darnell would know the layout, yeah.

Should we apply for a warrant to search his home?

Where he lived as a kid isn't gonna be enough.

It's not like he lived next door,

If you could put him on the street on the day of the murder.

You've checked all the CCTV from his fiancées stall to Ashanti's?

Strangely enough, that had occurred to us and then we thought,

Yeah, well, of course--

it's a very busy time of day

- it may take a while-- - So, you haven't checked at all?

How long's it gonna take? 'Cause he could have already

- lined up his next victim. - If we arrest him,

we can search his home.

Alright, Col.

Paul Darnell?

My name's Detective Sergeant Matt Devlin,

This is my colleague DS Ronnie Brooks.

Hey, Paul!

Would you like to put the saw down?

I just came round to surprise him.

These disposable gloves,

there's normally ten in a box, there's only six here.

I use them at work, why?

Okay, did you tell Paul we was asking questions?

No. I didn't want to worry him.

So what's the plan, Judy?

You think if he's loved enough, you can keep him on the straight and narrow?

I believe in him.

No trophies from the victim. But I did find these in a locked drawer.

Yeah, they're self-help DVD's.

"Spread your Legs, Bitch."

What?

"Punish me, Female Bondage".

According to the FME, he had minor cuts on his hands and forearms.

but he says he got them at work.

We've swabbed him for DNA but there are no scratches, no nail gauges, no bite marks.

Don't despair just yet.

He also has no body hair.

If he's still shaving two weeks after Ashanti Walker's death.

He's preparing to rape again.

Abstention from pornography is not one of my client's license conditions.

Other men do it.

Only you're not like other men, are you Paul?

So what happened?

You got out, and then there's all these young girls everywhere.

- You get the urge. - No, no, no.

I've learnt to control me urges.

By watching women being tortured and raped?

I haven't hurt anyone.

I don't even know this girl.

But that's the point, isn't it?

Why do you shave your genitals, Paul?

That's about hygiene.

Have you got any real evidence

to link my client to this crime?

Good question.

Do you ever wear disposable gloves Paul?

What kind of a question is that?

Well, there were no fingerprints found in the rape victim's bedroom.

So the attacker must have worn gloves.

And you have got a box of gloves in your flat.

Judy uses them for lacquering.

I have a box at home.

I use them to dye my hair.

Want to arrest me too?

Some eagle eyed minion deserves champagne.

Okay, let's talk about Wednesday, lunchtime.

After you saw Judy, where did you go?

For a walk.

A walk? To Lorimer Gardens?

No.

That's where you lived as a boy though, Paul, wasn't it? Lorimer Gardens!

Yeah.

Fantastic buildings though? Aye.

I mean, for a young boy.

To play in and explore.

Like, down in the basement for instance.

No.

What you never went exploring?

as a kid, you know, Hide 'n seek.

Climbing through holes in walls.

- I don't wanna talk about that time. - Yeah, it's okay.

Alright, I fail to see the relevance of where my client lived before.

Well, you see, the building in which Paul grew up as a boy

is just around the corner

from the building in which Ashanti Walker was murdered.

The buildings are pretty much the same, aye Paul?

So whoever murdered Ashanti knew the lay-out of the building.

I haven't been back there since I was a boy.

Thank you.

You say you haven't been back there since you was a boy Paul, yeah?

You sure about that?

So you weren't in Lorimer Gardens on Wednesday afternoon?

- The day that Ashanti Walker was murdered. - No.

Well, that's odd.

Because there you are.

In Brook Lane.

And as you know Paul,

Brook Lane leads directly onto Lorimer Gardens, doesn't it?

Why are you lying, Paul?

All I did was go back to me old house.

It was my therapist's idea to...

f-- face up to the past.

I only went a few times. You can ask her about it.

Okay, we've got enough. I want him formally charged,

- with the rape and murder of Ashanti Walker-- - This interview

- is now terminated-- - I've paid the price for what I did.

- You wiped the slate clean to start again. - Mr. Steel--

It'll never be clean!

- I hate myself! This filth! - Paul, calm down!

Look, this is intimidation. I'll be lodging a formal complaint.

I didn't do it!

Judy loves me, she keeps me strong.

You're doing him a favor, you know that?

- Who, Paul? - Whoever did this.

Because while you're persecuting me, he's still out there.

Judy loves me. She keeps me strong.

To this charge, how do you plead?

Not guilty.

Sit down please, Mr. Darnell.

Mr. Steel, to what do we owe the pleasure?

My Lord, the Crown objects to bail on the grounds that the defendant

could fail to surrender to custody and that he might commit further offences

whilst on bail. He's been arrested

only three months after being released.

My client will be under strict supervision.

Moreover, his fiancée is willing to offer a surety from equity in her home.

She will bring all necessary paperwork

from the mortgage company to the court today.

- Mr. Darnell, I grant you bail on the following conditions-- - My Lord,

the defendant raped before whilst on bail

and blamed the attack on the stress of the impending trial.

He was subsequently found guilty of two other rape charges.

For which he has served his sentence.

I've made my decision, Mr. Steel.

They compared every fiber

in Darnell's home with what was at Ashanti Walker's place.

Nothing matched.

What about anything from his work,

wood shavings, metal filings?

Yeah, we thought of that, James.

We have done this before, you know.

Nothing.

Unless Matt and Ronnie turn up something in the follow up interviews,

we're screwed.

Well, when they're back from their yoga class, I'll tell 'em.

I spoke to Ray, Ashanti Walker's boyfriend and he was with her

on the Sunday, Darnell first went over to Waterloo.

Uh, they walked home. Ashanti went in.

Ray waited outside until her bedroom light was on so she could blow him a kiss.

He could've followed them.

The Wednesday of the attack, around half one,

Darnell had arranged with the owners to look around his old house.

But they said he left after five minutes,

very distressed, and heading in the direction of Brook Lane.

The jury have a right to know of this man's propensity to rape.

His patterns of behavior and the fact that only his incarceration

prevented him from re-offending.

My concern

is that the inclusion of my client's previous convictions

would have such an adverse effect on the fairness

of these proceedings.

Tell it to the jury, Miss Shaw.

Mr. Steel, your bad character application is allowed.

You've not won yet.

With Darnell's shield gone, I can call character evidence.

Yeah, good luck with that.

Didn't his work mates insist he was sacked?

He has a devoted fiancée.

You're relying on the jury to be as unforgiving as you are.

Big mistake.

Not when I tell them about his three teenage victims,

- one of whom killed herself. - Go for it.

I'll tell them about a young boy who was abused by his mother.

The Angela's Ashes theory is not an excuse, Cassie.

I've put him away before and I'll do it again.

Yeah, well, you had forensic evidence then,

you're working on a grudge now.

He's innocent this time, James.

Hey, if it isn't Santa's little helper!

And I've got glad tidings too.

Darnell tried to break into a young girl's house this afternoon.

He's been recalled to prison immediately.

We've seen him around, me and the girls.

My friend, Trish, reckons he followed her this one time.

What happened yesterday, Kim?

I was on my way home from school.

He was at the bus stop,

Paul Darnell.

- You're sure it was him? - Yeah.

So, I walked really fast,

I got my key out, I got in the house and I rang Trish.

Why didn't you call the police?

Because I thought I'd got away from him.

But when I was on the phone...

there was this rattling at the back door.

I could see him through the frosted glass.

I yelled I was gonna call the police and he legged it.

But you still didn't call the police, Kim. Your friend Trish did.

But I get panic attacks.

- I couldn't breathe. - Okay.

I could've have been killed, like that other girl.

If you were that terrified, Miss Baker.

Why were you broadcasting this alleged incident on Facebook.

Five minutes after it happened?

So, my mates would know about it.

And it got you a lot of attention from your mates, no doubt?

Well, I wanted to warn them.

He could have gone after them.

He was always watching us.

None of us felt safe.

No further questions.

I didn't try and break into her kitchen.

I've never seen her before.

Let's go back to the day of Ashanti Walker's murder.

Why were you in Lorimer Gardens?

I used to live there.

I wanted to prove that it held no fear for me anymore. So...

I went back a few times.

What used to happen there?

My uncle he...

my um...

my uncle... used to... beat me

while my mother was watching.

She was drinking, egging him on.

How did you feel when you went inside your old house?

I was upset. I was angry.

Did you see Ashanti Walker when you left?

No, I saw no one. I...

I just kept walking.

I made it back to work. You know what I mean? I just...

I dealt with it.

Nothing further.

When did you start shaving off all your body hair?

About a month after I got out of prison.

I developed slight OCD.

And what were you in prison for exactly?

Raping three girls.

- Where did these rapes take place? - In their bedroom.

At knife point, am I right?

You know you are.

But I've changed, I've rehabilitated.

Then why do you have a secret stash

of hard core pornography depicting scenarios of rape?

My Lord,

my client's recreational past-times are not relevant.

It goes to show that the defendant is far from rehabilitated, My Lord.

and still gets aroused by the idea of rape.

Answer the question, Mr. Darnell.

I was confronting my worst fears. I wasn't aroused.

I was disgusted.

And what exactly are your worst fears, Mr. Darnell?

That you might rape again, now that you're no longer locked up?

- No. - What triggered the urge

to rape in the past?

Bad memories, stress.

Both of which happened in 18 Lorimer Gardens on the very same day

that Ashanti Walker was raped.

- And murdered in the next street. - It's a coincidence.

What so it's a coincidence you were stressed,

that you were in the next street?

You'd shaved off all your body hair

- and you had latex gloves in your flat-- - I went--

- So a lot of coincidences Mr. Darnell. - I went back there

- to draw a line under it. - No, that may have been your intention,

but it didn't work, did it?

- I'm sorry. - You were angry...

- For what I did before. - ...you saw Ashanti Walker.

- You followed her... - No! I never saw anyone--

...you went into the building next door to her.

As you went down into the basement, you broke into through the conduit.

- And you knocked on her door. - How would I know,

- where she lived? - Because you'd been stalking her,

just like you'd stalked all your other victims.

- I had not. I've changed. - Then why did you try

- and break into Kim Baker's flat? - I didn't. She's lyin'!

Look at her, she's a bad one. That one.

with her tattoos and her short skirt--

Uh, Miss Baker, would you stand up,

before the jury please and take off your jacket?

Thank you, Miss Baker.

If you've never seen Kim Baker before.

How do you know she has tattoos?

I have seen her.

But I never followed her.

No further questions.

Do you wanna know why I lied, Mr. Steel?

Because I'm not allowed to notice young girls, am I?

The men at work,

they-- they can talk about what they'd like to do to them.

But no, no, not me, I'd be crucified.

So, yes, I did see her.

I even thought about having sex with her. But that's all.

I know how much you want me to screw up.

But you can't put me away for what I might do.

There she is.

Hey, your sole character witness

isn't looking too sure of herself.

She's worried about the love of her life.

Judy.

If you were in her shoes. What would you be thinking?

He was in my art therapy class.

He was... he was shut down.

He was full of self-disgust.

And I helped him face his demons.

He's one of the bravest men I've ever met.

Do you love Paul Darnell, Miss Johnson?

Yes.

I quit my job for him.

Despite what he's done?

I hate what he's done. I hate why he did it.

Paul has taken responsibility for his crimes.

He's changed.

He's a good man.

He's kind t-- to me and he treats me well.

Which is more than I can say for my ex-partners.

Thank you, Miss Johnson.

How old is your daughter, Miss Johnson?

Lucy's seventeen.

And when she turns eighteen, will you introduce her

- to her future step-Dad? - Yeah.

- Would you leave them alone together? - Relevance, my Lord?

- What's your point, Mr. Steel? - I'm just trying to establish

to what extent the witness trusts the defendant, My Lord.

What if Lucy becomes the object of his fantasies?

Well, we'll talk about it.

We have a very open and honest relationship.

Except he wasn't exactly honest about his porn stash, was he?

How did you feel when those DVDs were found in his bedroom?

Sick,

at first.

But Paul had his reasons. It's not like they're real.

The women in those DVDs are actresses.

Your fiancé's victims weren't.

They were young teenage girls,

raped at knife point with a pillow case. Wrapped over,

- their face-- - His mother used to cover his face too.

and he'd just be standing there. Waiting to see what was coming next.

A cigarette burn or a hand job.

If Paul still hated women, do you not think,

I'd be the first person to know?

We haven't even had sex yet.

- He's still so ashamed. - What? So...

he still can't relate to you sexually in a functional manner?

Miss Johnson, has it occurred to you

that the reason that he can't

is because you're a willing participant?

My colleague is putting words in the witness' mouth, my Lord.

Then the witness is free to contradict him, Miss Shaw.

Yes,

it has crossed my mind.

But I dismissed it.

Did you see the defendant on the evening of Ashanti Walker's murder?

Yes.

Uh, how did he seem to you?

That was a good day. He brought me flowers and wine.

And we drank a toast to new beginnings.

Flowers and wine? That's nice.

And from what you were saying before, I would imagine,

that's more than a lot. of your ex-partner's did.

Yeah, unless they'd been cheating on me.

Paul's not like that. I didn't--

- Look, I didn't mean anything when I-- - No further questions.

I have no re-examination, My Lord.

But new evidence has come to light.

I need to make an application to recall Miss Kim Baker and re-examine her.

I have a statement from your friend, Trisha Rowe.

She is prepared to give evidence

to say that you phoned her last night in a panic.

And said that you weren't even sure,

Paul Darnell came to your door on the day in question.

Is this true, Miss Baker?

- I thought he was at the door. - So you can't be sure it was him?

Miss Baker, you are under oath.

If what your friend says is true,

then I would advise you to come clean now.

He was following me on the street.

- But did he come to your back door? - You don't understand.

The way he was looking at me at the bus stop, he did follow me!

Did he come to your back door?

I was sure he was gonna do something.

I do understand you were scared, Miss Baker.

But it's very important that you tell the truth.

Can you be sure Paul Darnell came to your back door?

Answer the question, Miss Baker.

No. I can't be sure.

In relation to the count of murder of Ashanti Walker,

do you find the defendant Paul Darnell guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

In relation to the count of rape of Ashanti Walker,

do you find the defendant Paul Darnell guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

- I love you. - I know.

My client just wants to get married and live a normal life.

Justice has been done, thank you.

Mr. Steel, how do you feel about the verdict?

I don't think justice has been done here at all today.

I think Paul Darnell is as guilty now as when he first went down.

The streets are safer with him in prison.

He should never have been--

The Director General of the prison service would like me to thank you.

For your very public vote of confidence in the reform system.

There's a rapist and a killer on the streets thanks to the parole board.

- No, thanks to you. - How do you work that out?

The verdict was heavily influenced by you two allowing false evidence.

We do not drag the law down a sewer to catch a rat.

Your need for a result made you careless, James.

No, George, it was the exact opposite.

We checked out her story thoroughly.

You normally have a nose for a lie. What happened this time?

She didn't lie, she exaggerated.

Which came as a surprise to everyone.

Well, you've not only lost us a costly and high profile trial,

but exonerated Darnell in the process.

Our only consolation is that he's refusing to give further press interviews.

about his mistreatment and wrongful arrest.

He wants to move on.

- Yeah, of course he does. - And I suggest you do the same.

It's hard enough getting resources to follow a suspect pre-arrest.

I can hardly justify surveillance on a man

- who's been tried and found innocent. - No, he got away with it.

- He'll do it again. - He can't even go outside.

There are posters of him on every lamp post.

He's been beaten up.

I'm getting daily reports of criminal damage to his flat.

Excrement through his letter box.

- graffiti on the walls. - Then he should be under police protection.

Talk to MAPPA, at least that way we know what he's up to.

Yeah, I've done that, James. Darnell's refused.

He doesn't wanna be monitored by the police.

His intention is to be re-housed

and try and live a normal life.

He moves, he'll lie low, bide his time and strike again.

And if he stays, he'll be under a great deal of stress.

Which is exactly what drives him to rape, remember.

You're gonna have to let this go.

His next victim's out there somewhere, Natalie, and I can't warn her.

I can't protect her from him. This isn't a vendetta.

All I want is for him to be contained.

Cassie Shaw has written a formal complaint to the DPP.

Citing your libelous comments about Darnell and the trial to the press.

And your very public attack on his character.

He's not the victim here.

For crying out loud, James. She's threatening to go public.

If she does, your reputation will be ruined.

In a few weeks, Darnell will be blending in,

planning his next attack, working out how to do it again, only better.

Well, then, we'll prosecute him better.

That's another dead teenage girl, George.

Look, this is the hardest part of this job.

Not sniffing out every last bit of evidence, not standing up in court,

shouting the odds, whipping up a storm. This!

Accepting that there is nothing more you can do.

- What you doing here? - Can't you get any peace locally?

- I'm getting death threats. - Then get police protection.

Would it spoil your plans for the next girl?

If I did it, you let me go.

If I didn't, there's more like me out there.

Gets to you that, doesn't it?

Must've been agony.

To come out after all those years of therapy.

And find out you're still exactly the same.

Judy's my world. Why can't you believe that?

I just wanna a fresh start.

I'm gonna get re-housed.

Your application will be turned down.

I've just been to see a mate in Probation over the road.

- Told me I'd find you here. - You can't do that.

I can't stay where I am.

I can legitimately object to you going

anywhere near young teenage girls.

There's one living next door to your proposed premises.

I had it checked out.

You bastard.

When we're done, we could get something to eat.

I don't think I'll be a barrel of laughs tonight.

What's new? You've been a nightmare for months.

That's why you're buying me dinner.

I've just had DS Brooks on the phone.

We didn't expect you to come down.

What happened?

Mum came home and caught him with her daughter.

Pinned down in the hall. Knife to the throat, bag over her face.

Found the weapon on the doorstep, two major blows to the temple.

His neighbors tried to petrol bomb his flat last night by all accounts.

Yeah, he'd been getting death threats.

She said he could stay. Just for a couple of days.

He didn't have anywhere else to go.

Her daughter was staying at a friend's house.

And she didn't tell her Mum she was coming over.

I'm sorry.

James?

why don't you guys go home, aye? We've got it covered here.

Yeah.