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You wanna know what happened
with me and Melissa?

I killed her in Amsterdam.

I chopped her up
and I put her in a canal.

DELIA SCREAMS

We're requesting
that all relatives

send us blood samples
for potential DNA profiling.

Have you found Melissa?

No, sir, we have not.

We won't stop looking for her.

Sweeney's been granted bail.

He'll kill me, I know it.

Get in that house.
DELIA SQUEALS

I've got some news
about Sweeney.

He's out of the country.

At least now it's safe for us
to start thinking about

getting you discharged.

Would you like to meet again?

Coffee? Or a meal?

You look cold, like.

Do you wanna come in,
have a cup of tea?

- Just for a few minutes then.
- Sound. What's your name?

Paula.

DC WEBB: 'We think he might
have killed a woman.'

And the lawyers are saying

we don't have enough
to charge him.

We wanna build
a case against him

for his attack on you
in December 1994.

And you'll be called
to give evidence.

No.

After all that monster
did to you.

Why don't you wanna be part
of something

that will put him away?

I solemnly declare
and affirm...

THIS is my lost fingertip!
- Miss Balmer.

..and THIS is the scar
made by the knife

that pierced through
my right breast

and my right lung!
- Miss Balmer!

You carry on like this,
you'll destroy this case

and Sweeney will be
back on the street.

He's laughing at you, Delia.

USHER:
Would you like some water?

No, I want wine.

SHE SIGHS

Miss Balmer, in your own time,

please tell the court
about the events of the night

of Thursday
the 22nd of December 1994.

You mean
the night he killed me?

If that's how you
prefer to put it, yes.

It was the shortest,
darkest day of the year.

It was about 6:30pm.
I'd cycled home from work.

There was no-one
on the street.

I arrived home.

I leant my bike up against
the railings, as I always did,

I went to unlock
my front door.

I went to pick up my bike.
As I was carrying it in,

I heard him call my name.

I looked over
my right shoulder

and he was coming up
the steps.

Who do you mean by "he",
Miss Balmer?

Him - John Sweeney.

Even though it has been
seven years since the attack,

I am still
affected by my injuries.

Some days I feel like

there's a metal clamp
crushing my chest.

And if I am touched even
softly on my right breast,

I get a horrible feeling
like an electric shock.

Both my arms hurt.
I can't grip properly.

I have difficulty lifting
anything of any weight.

And on cold days, the metal
in my left arm feels like ice.

I don't like
looking at my injuries.

I have scars all over my body.

I don't like
trying on clothes in shops

because I feel like everybody
is looking at them.

And I... especially hate
how my little finger looks.

I used to be proud
of my hands, but now,

when I look at my little
finger, it makes me feel sick.

Thank you, Miss Balmer.

Could you please
tell the court,

what have been
the long-term effects

of the attack
on your mental health?

Oh, well, I have been
diagnosed with PTSD -

post-traumatic stress
disorder. I feel anxious.

I get angry with people.
I have nightmares.

And I have...
I have been to see

psychiatrists and therapists.

Most of them have said
I need anti-depressants,

which I have refused

because I will not
put chemicals into my body.

Drugs trick you into thinking
everything is all right

when it is not.

And do you know, I have lost
what little confidence I had.

I feel as though...

..I am in... a black hole.

And I am... scared...

..to wake up in the morning
and face a new day

because I feel
I have lost my future.

You had the option
to give your evidence

from behind a screen, so that
the defendant would not

be able to see you,
but you chose not to do that.

Why was that, Miss Balmer?

Was it because you wanted
to see Mr Sweeney?

No. Why should I hide from
him? I'm not scared of him.

You invited Mr Sweeney
to live in your home.

You were intimate with him
for almost four years.

Can you tell me why?

Cos I'm soft and stupid and
I couldn't see through him.

Did you love, Mr Sweeney,
Miss Balmer?

No, I did not.

I have never loved anyone.

You told Barstock Road police
that Mr Sweeney

had tied you to a bed
and repeatedly raped you.

That's correct, isn't it?

Yes.

And yet, after your ordeal,

when the police offered
to install you

in refuge accommodation
in King's Cross, you refused.

Because King's Cross
is full of drug addicts

and prostitutes.

Or was it because you still
had feelings for Mr Sweeney?

No.

Did you hope that he might
return to your flat,

so that you could resume

your consensually
sado-masochistic relationship?

No! That is not what...

Oh, my...

Why do
you have to twist everything

and make me out to be a liar?

It is unnecessary
and it is dishonest!

Why is the law allowed
to treat people like this?!

You see, cos I just
want to be left alone.

Well done, Delia, well done.

SWEENEY: 'I wasn't there.'

I was 200 miles away,
in Skelmersdale.

Delia Balmer's lying because
she's got a grudge against me.

What about Miss Balmer's
neighbor, Joshua Wilson?

He identified you as a person
he saw attacking her.

Yeah... he's mistaken.

In March last year,
after your arrest,

police searched your flat...
- Mm-hm.

- ..at Cicely Crescent...
- Yes.

..and discovered an artist's
portfolio containing

201 of your drawings.

Two of those drawings
are of particular relevance

to your attempted murder
of Delia Balmer...

Well, I didn't attempt
to murder Delia Balmer.

Will the jury please
turn to picture exhibit,

page five, in the bundle?

This drawing shows a boot
about to crush a cockroach.

Did you do this drawing,
Mr Sweeney?

- Yeah.
- Do you remember

if it was before the attack
on Delia Balmer

on the 22nd of December 1994,
or after?

I've just told you,
I didn't attack Delia Balmer

so it's impossible to say
if it was before or after.

In the bottom right-hand
corner are the words,

"A cornered cockroach."

Is this your handwriting,
Mr Sweeney?

- Yes, I think it is.
- Yes.

The cockroach
has a woman's head.

Who is this woman, Mr Sweeney?

Delia... Delia Balmer.

Picture exhibit, page six.

This is an enlarged detail
of the same drawing,

angled to make it
easier to read.

What you are looking at,
ladies and gentlemen,

is the front section
of the boot.

As can be seen, there are
words clearly visible on it.

Mr Sweeney, would you
please read what is written?

Mr Sweeney?

"May you never die
until I kill you."

"May you never die
until I kill you."

What point were you making

by writing those words
on the boot?

No point. Just black humor.

Moving on.

Page seven in the bundle.

This drawing shows
a section of a man's body.

The man is wearing jeans
and a belt.

Tucked inside the belt
is an ax,

with blood clearly visible
on the blade.

Blood is dripping from
the blade onto a bloody scalp

fringed with blonde hair.

Did you do this drawing,
Mr Sweeney?

- Yes.
- Do you remember

when you drew it?
- No.

I'd like to draw the jury's
attention to the two patches

of white Tipp-Ex correction
fluid on the blade of the ax.

Using ultra-violet light,
scientists were able

to discover words
written beneath the Tipp-Ex.

Please turn to picture
exhibit, page eight.

Under the first patch of
Tipp-Ex is a date of birth -

"13th of October 1956".

Under the second patch,
the words "made in Liverpool".

Where were you born,
Mr Sweeney?

I was born in Kirkdale,
you know that.

- An area of Liverpool?
- Yes.

Yes. And what
is your date of birth?

The 13th of October 1956.

So, the words you Tipp-Exed
over refer to yourself?

I didn't write that!
I didn't...

I didn't put Tipp-Ex on that.
I didn't write that!

Yet in the opinion of
the handwriting expert

that we consulted,
it is your writing.

Let us turn back
now to page seven.

As can be seen,
there is a further patch

of Tipp-Ex
at the bottom of the page.

Ultra-violet light
revealed more writing.

Please turn to page nine
in the bundle.

"December '94."

The very month and year

Delia Balmer was subjected
to a near-fatal attack.

I didn't attack Miss Balmer.

I didn't write this,

and I certainly didn't put
Tipp-ex on it.

You do admit doing
this drawing?

- Yes.
- Of a man with a bloody ax.

The very weapon used
in the attack on Delia Balmer.

An extraordinary coincidence,

would you not agree,
Mr Sweeney?

Well, that's what coincidences
are, isn't it, eh?

Extraordinary.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

in a moment, you'll go out
and consider your verdicts.

The only verdict that
I can except are ones

in which you are all agreed.

CLERK: My Lord, the jury
have been in retirement

for nine hours
and forty minutes.

Mr Foreman,
have you reached a verdict

on which you are all agreed?

We have.

Is that in relation
to all four counts?

Yes.

On count one
of the indictment,

the attempted murder
of Delia Balmer,

do you find the defendant,
John Patrick Sweeney,

guilty or not guilty?

- Guilty.
- You fucking idiot!

You're all fucking idiots!

Well, Christine says
his sentencing

will be in three weeks.

The whole world
is laughing at me.

No-one's laughing at you.

No-one with a shred of decency

could look at this and make
a judgment about you.

The only person this vile
drawing says anything about

is him.

It's my face, David.

It's not your face.

This is your face.

DRINK IS POURED

You're starting early.

To John Patrick Sweeney

spending the rest of his life
behind bars.

To the damn police
releasing a box of cockroaches

in his fucking cell.

BUZZER

Four life sentences.
One for the attempted murder.

One each for the
firearms offences.

Four life sentences!
Oh, fantastic!

Yeah. We couldn't have done it
without you, Delia.

Oh! Will you join us for
a glass of champagne, Chris?

Oh, any excuse.

Come on, Delia. Come on.

So, he'll spend the rest
of his life in jail?

Er, well...
actually, the, erm...

The judge ruled that
he'll be eligible for parole

in nine years.

DAVID: What was that?

Four life sentences...

..and he's up for parole
in nine years?

Oh, that's insane!

Honestly, none of us can make
head or tail of it. It's...

It's th-the same old fucking
shit is what it is!

- I'm sorry.
- No.

No, I'm sorry, David.

It's not your fault.
You're not the bloody judge.

Well, this'll probably
be my last visit.

Oh...

Yeah, the rules are very clear

on FLO exit strategies.

Unless Delia actually
requests to see me,

which I don't see happening,

erm, I'll be out
of her hair now.

Ah. I wonder what
my exit strategy should be.

Seriously?

No! No...

- Oh.
- No, Delia and I...

we're in this
for the long haul.

We've found the teeth that
match each other's wounds.

We're fine, we're fine.

Adios, amiga.

DOOR OPENS

"Sir John Stevens, Police
Commissioner." What's this?

The police and the courts
shouldn't be allowed

to get away with treating
victims like they treated me.

Oh, come on, Delia, now.

Stop, eh?
It's over, sweetheart.

Let... let's go out.

I don't wanna go out.
My chest hurts

and it's very, very cold.

All right, well, then,
let's...

let's get a takeaway. What do
you want? Indian, Chinese?

David, we can't
afford takeaways,

not now that you're taking
so much time off.

For Christ's Sake, Delia!

We're not fucking paupers,
for...

Let me look.

David Blunkett?!

Yes, Sir John damn Stevens
got some flunky to reply,

so I'm going over his head.

"The letter I received
from the Metropolitan Police

"was an insult.

"I did not want to assist
the law, I was forced to.

"Them thanking me
for testifying

"totally misses the point.

"You might as well torture
someone then thank them

"for letting you torture them.

"I do not accept their thanks.

"The police can stick their
thanks up their a..."

Oh, yeah. That'll work [!]

Do you wanna go out later?

Mm-hm, of course.

QUIET CHATTER

I wish I'd known you before.

Before what?

Well, Sweeney.

The police, the trial.

That's a stupid thing
to say, David,

there's no point wishing
for something that never was.

When the defense barrister
asked

if you still loved Sweeney,

you said... you'd never
really loved anyone.

Is that really true?

You know that about me, David,

I don't go in for any
of that mushy stuff, so...

It's love, Delia.
It's not mushy stuff, for...

HE SCOFFS

So, now you're not giving me
any wine

cos you're feeling
sorry for yourself.

I'm paying for it.

Oh...
GLASS SMASHES

GASPS
Now look what you've done!

- Keep your voice down.
- I will not

keep my fucking
voice down, David!

Do you know why
I made a spectacle of myself

in the Old Bailey?

You think I care about
making a spectacle of myself

in a Greek
fucking restaurant?!

Sorry... Sorry.

LOW CHATTER

Whoa! Everything all right?

Where are you off to
in such a hurry?

Home. Out of my way.

Hold on a moment.
Have you been drinking, madam?

Yes! I don't...

I don't know
what business it is of yours!

Are you American?

No, I'm not fucking...

American.

I was not
drunk and disorderly!

I was walking home. I have
not done anything wrong.

What's your name?

Delia Balmer.

I used to live in Lavinia
Gardens. I'm in your computer.

The 22nd of December
1994. My...

I was attacked with an ax.
I nearly died.

There was a trial
at the Old Bailey last year.

How d'you spell Balmer?

SHE SIGHS

B-A-L-M-E-R.

DISTANT SHOUTS

Delia Balmer?

And she's been here all night?

Yeah.

Did you not even check her
on the system?

She doesn't have a record.

Not as an offender.
As a victim.

I'm sorry about the night
you had, Delia.

You're free to go.
I'll have a car run you home.

I'm not getting
in a fucking police car.

Delia!
Oh, thank Christ!

Where have you been?
I've been worried sick!

I've been wandering
the streets half the night,

looking for you.

Yeah, well, I was arrested,
so...

What?! What happened?

I don't wanna talk about it.
I just wanna sleep.

Do you want me
to come in with you?

It's not working
between us, David.

We're holding on
to something that's gone.

Well, do you wanna
talk about that, or...?

Is there any point?
Cos I'll only get angry.

Right, bye, then, David.

QUIETLY: Stupid, stupid,
stupid! Stupid bitch.

SOBS

SIRENS BLARE

Yes.

OK, bye.

Hi, er, sorry to interrupt.

Mm-hm?

I'm on, er, Lincoln Ward

and, erm, I'm a qualified
therapeutic masseuse.

And I was just wondering
if that might be something

that'd be useful here, or...?

Absolutely, but I'm afraid
we don't have the budget.

All right.

I can work for free.

SHE KNOCKS

Hi. My name's Delia.

Sister said
you'd like a cranial massage?

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION

You know,
whenever I used to get

a shampoo at
the hairdresser's,

I'd always ask for
the extra conditioner

just to make it last longer.

You are good, Delia.

Yeah, my lecturer at college
said I was the best

in the class.

All the other students
said I pressed too hard.

They were obviously idiots.

So, is there
a Mr Delia at home?

Nope.

What, you,
so petite and cute?

SHE CHUCKLES
Some lucky fella's

missing out.
- Delia, it's after 11.

Go away, Tessa.
Delia's my handmaiden.

Isn't that right, Delia?

THEY CHUCKLE

- Ah, Nabil!
- Delia!

Mum, this is the lady
with the magic fingers.

Thanks for looking after him.

- You're leaving us?
- Yeah. For a bit.

I've hit a good patch, so...

Mum is gonna pamper me
at home.

You take care
of yourself, Delia.

Yeah.

Thanks for making
this shit bearable.

NABIL COUGHS

Come on, you,
let's get you home.

Let's do it...

Thanks so much.

PHONE RINGS

Barnes Green
Serious Crime Command,

DI Steve Smith speaking.

Hi. This is Detective Astrid
De Vries, Amsterdam CID.

Scotland Yard
gave me your number.

I understand that
your department investigated

the unsolved murder of
a woman, Paula Fields.

Erm... most of the team
have moved on, but yes,

the Paula Fields investigation
was based here.

How can I help?

I've got some news on the
prime suspect in that case.

John Sweeney.

'We've identified the remains
of a former girlfriend of his.

'A young American woman,
Melissa Halstead.'

A few weeks ago, a cold case
team in Rotterdam

found a tissue
sample in storage

of an unidentified
female body,

found in a bag in a canal
in Rotterdam in 1990.

We just got a DNA match
with blood

supplied by Melissa's family
back in 1995.

It's her... 100 percent.

'Melissa Halstead's remains
have been lying

'in Rotterdam's municipal
cemetery since 1990.'

I was present
at the exhumation.

The condition of the body
might be of interest to you.

Her head, hands,
and feet had been removed.

The same as Paula Fields.

OK, OK.

We need to figure out
how to work together on this.

John Sweeney has served
almost six years

of his nine-year sentence.

Add to that the months
he was on remand,

and the reality is
he could be out in two years.

That's at least how long
an investigation

of this magnitude will take.

And we're not helped by the
fact that neither us

nor the Dutch have a shred
of forensic evidence

linking Sweeney to the murders

of Melissa Halstead
or Paula Fields.

DI SMITH:
On, er, Melissa Halstead,

her dismembered remains were
found in a canal in Rotterdam

on May the 3rd 1990.

But only recently identified,
19 years later.

On Paula Fields,

her dismembered remains were
found in Regent's Canal

on the 19th of February 2001.

We can connect
Sweeney to the two women,

various recorded
eye-witness accounts.

But no connection
with their murders.

However, what are the chances
of two women

having relationships
with the same man,

both ending up murdered,

dismembered, heads, hands,
feet removed, put in bags,

and dumped in canals?

Then there's this woman...
Delia Balmer.

The survivor.

The girlfriend who came
between Melissa and Paula.

The woman whose
attempted murder

Sweeney is currently
doing time for.

On the 31st of May 1994,

Delia Balmer made a statement
to Barstock Road police

in which she said Sweeney
told her he murdered Melissa.

That evidence has never
been put before a jury.

Delia Balmer?

What John Sweeney told you
in 1994 was true,

except for one detail.

He disposed of Melissa's
body in a canal in Rotterdam,

not Amsterdam.

I never said the canal
was in Amsterdam.

Just that he said
he killed her in Amsterdam.

Why are you here?

We're re-opening the
investigation into the murders

of Melissa Halstead
and Paula Fields.

We intend to charge John
Sweeney with both offences.

But, er, it's a given
he'll plead not guilty.

No shit [!]

We know the trial in 2001
was very difficult for you...

SHE SCOFFS

..but if we can get the case
to court, we'd greatly

appreciate it if you'd
consent to give evidence.

It... it would be
much easier this time.

You'd just have to talk
about what he told you

he did to Melissa, that's all.
- No! No!

WHISPERS: No, no!

SOBS

We think it's a bad idea to
put Delia Balmer on the stand.

Bad for us,
but very bad for her.

You told her Sweeney's
coming up for parole?

- Yeah.
- I'd thought she'd relish

the opportunity to testify
against him.

But it's not about that
for her.

She thought her
ordeal was over.

She just wants to be
done with all this.

She's that terrified of being
cross-examined again.

We want to suggest
a compromise.

The Dutch have requested a
videotaped statement of Delia

talking about Sweeney's
Melissa confession.

If she agrees to it, perhaps
we could apply to the judge

to let the video statement

serve as her evidence
in the trial.

That way
the jury get to see her,

but she avoids the ordeal
of being cross-examined live.

Live is what we need.

Our case against Sweeney
is still only circumstantial.

The jury needs to see
Delia Balmer, in real time,

telling them what Sweeney
told her

he did to Melissa Halstead.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Sorry, boss.
You've gotta see this.

Merseyside Police
conducted a search

on Sweeney's family home.

They found this lot in the
original police evidence bags.

It was restored to the family
in 2001,

after he was convicted,

but no-one thought
to hang on to it

because the case
wasn't about Melissa.

Look at this.

- A scratch card?
- Turn it over, boss.

We've confirmed that's
Sweeney's handwriting.

"Poor old Melissa,
chopped her up in bits,

"food to feed the fish,
Amsterdam was the pits."

And that's not all.

He's even dated them.

"Amsterdam. Easter, 1990."

Still think we need Delia
in court to win this thing?

Videotape her statement.
I'll talk to the judge.

See if we can keep her
out of court.

DC CROFT: Delia, please tell
us what John Sweeney told you

during the spring bank holiday
of 1994.

No.

I wanna talk about Saturday
the 29th of June...

2002, when I was
wrongfully arrested

by Barstock Road police

for being
drunk and disorderly!

A policeman twice my size
put handcuffs on me

and then shoved me
into a police van.

I spent the whole fucking
night in a... dirty,

smelly police cell!

Now, I wrote to the station's
superintendent...

..and when he wrote
back to me,

he didn't even
fucking apologise!

He said what had
happened to me

was "an unfortunate incident"
and he tried to shut me up

with a cheque for £42.50

for the dry-cleaning
of my suede coat

that they fucking ruined!

We didn't know
she was intoxicated

until she let rip
for the cameras.

It's not a problem,
though, is it, boss?

Not now we've got the photos

and the scratch card
and everything.

There's been a development.

Sweeney knows
that we don't intend

to put Delia on the stand.

He's instructed his counsel
to go back to the judge

and insist that she be
compelled to testify.

Given the seriousness
of the charges against him,

the judge has
granted his request.

Yeah, well, I knew the creep
wasn't finished with me.

I knew he'd find some way
of stamping out

what little life I have left.

Ah, but it's not
the end of the road.

We've got one card
up our sleeve.

We can apply for
a medical exemption.

We'd get you to see
a forensic psychiatrist,

with your permission,
obviously,

and see if we can get you
declared unfit

to give evidence.

That's my only way
out of this?

Seeing a shrink who'll say
how nuts I am?

Well, yes, but I...

I wouldn't have put it
that way myself, but yes.

Well, what choice do I have?

I can't leave the country
cos my passport's expired.

So, I'm trapped... yet again.

Delia, medical exemptions
aren't easy to get.

So, if the psychiatrist thinks

you're even
slightly intoxicated,

that'll go into report
to the judge

and it'll be game over.

You mustn't drink any
alcohol before the session.

Oh, no,
I'll have to have a drink,

otherwise I'll be a mess.

But a sober mess, and that'll
count in your favor.

BELL RINGS

Oh, shit.

Come on, Delia...

RINGS BELL

I bought two bottles of wine

and a bottle of brandy
last night

and I didn't touch a drop.

So now... I feel dreadful.

Are you clear
about the purpose

of this session, Delia?

Yep.

You're gonna decide whether
or not I'm mentally fit

to give evidence in court.

INDISTINCT DISCUSSION
BEHIND DOOR

DELIA: When I was
lying on the steps,

thinking I was about to die...

..I thought of my mum and dad.

And my brother, Stewart.

They were alive then,
Mum and Dad.

They died
a couple of years ago,

within a year of each other.

And I thought of them each...

HER VOICE SHAKES

And how they...

how they were so far away...

I... I thought about how
I would never see them again

and how they would never
see me.

HER VOICE SHAKES

And I... I...

I clung... clung to that
memory of their faces,

because I wanted my last
thoughts to be only of them.

Can I go now?

Of course you can.

But...

..there's still 30 minutes
left on the clock, Delia.

Paid for by the Met.

If there's anything
you want to talk about,

anything at all,
now might be a good time.

I just want to go home.

DR HOWES: The only thing
holding her together

is her anger.

If her fear becomes
greater than her anger,

which is very close
to where she is now,

I think there's
a real possibility

she might try
to take her own life.

Dr Howes will tell the judge
that under no circumstances

should you be compelled
to testify.

It's over.

"It was like he was
letting out something

"that he'd been keeping
deep inside.

"He told me that he
killed Melissa in Amsterdam,

"and that he sat with
her body for three days.

"He didn't say
how he killed her.

"He said he had cut her up
and put her in a bag

"and threw her in a canal."

DELIA:
'Yeah, two life sentences.

'Erm, no parole this time.

'It's what they call here
a whole life tariff, so...

'You know, he'll spend
the rest of his life in jail.'

STEWART:
'It's about goddamn time.

'How do you feel, Delia?'

Oh, I dunno.

Not much of anything.

You know, they, er,
told me that...

he refused to leave his cell

when they read out
the verdict.

STEWART:
'He must've been real mad.'

- Mm.
- 'Good riddance, I say.

'You won, Delia.
He tried to kill you

'and he couldn't
because you were too strong.'

Oh, I...
I don't know if, er,

strength has much
to do with it, Stew.

'Yes, it did. You were always
the strong one in our family.'

- You think that?
- I know it.

You remember when we first
moved to Detroit in '64,

and there was that
tornado and...

and the neighbor's house
moved off its foundations?

Yeah. What about it?

Dad was scared
and he wanted us all to go

into the basement.

'You wanted to stay upstairs
and watch the storm.'

Yeah. I remember.

I enjoyed it.

Yeah... you did.

We were all scared.
But not you.

SIGHS

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