26x09 - Southbay - Part 1

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You know it's true!

Don't deny it! Don't deny it.

Yep, so, uh

Yeah, so, Bill was the

pathologist on the first scene

I ever set foot on as a newly qualified

and somewhat

wet-behind-the-ears forenso.

It was a triple in a basement

launderette, do you remember?

Under a tower block

- Oh, yeah.

- Yeah?

One of the bodies was

stuffed in a tumble dryer.

Still going round and round.

So, I stood there for a good ten seconds

looking from one

m*nled corpse to another,

until he kindly put me at my ease.

He said, uh, "Are you waiting

for the cycle to finish?

"Get a bloody move on, lad,

before we're all hung out to dry!"

It's a good line. Good line.

Never forgot. Never forgot it.

Anyway, enjoy your retirement, Bill.

No-one alive or dead

could say you haven't earned it.

To Bill! DINERS: To Bill! To Bill!

All right?

Better be some gin in there.

Just the three sh*ts.

I was thinking about Spain,

Marbella.

Good for the psoriasis.

And retired villains.

I could keep my hand in, couldn't I?

Bridget?

It's your bloody retirement do!

Three-line whip, Jack.

Come on, you're off

the clock and you're pissed.

A medicinal two or three.

You're seriously going to a scene?

Now?

When the Chief Superintendent calls

Wait.

I lied.

It was sparkling water.

- What?

- I had a whisky before my speech,

bit of Dutch courage,

since then, the purest H2O. I'll drive.

We'll chat in the car like old times.

I'll get my bag.

Hey! How was your speech?

Ah, it was OK.

Look, uh, it might be a late one.

I need to run Bill back to South Bay.

Can't he get a cab?

No, it's complicated.

OK.

Well, I love you.

Be safe.

Love you, too.

Bye.

Get off me! Get off me!

Leave me alone!

Get off me!

Get back here! Andrew!

Andrew!

Are you OK?

It's not my blood.

It's his.

Leave me alone!

Get your hands off me. Get your!

Get your hands off of me.

Thank you.

Ugh!

Ugh! I don't want him in my house!

- Mike, take it easy!

- I don't want him near my kids!

You've had a shock.

Get off me, Ray! It's my house!

Mike! Mike!

That's enough.

Take care of her, Bill. She's family.

This is Jack.

He's a forensic scientist.

This is Chief Superintendent

Bridget Laing

and Detective Superintendent Ray Palmer.

Are Forensics here?

Delayed at a stabbing on the seafront.

Where's your gear, Bill?

Oh, I uh

I just I came from athing.

I've got the basics in my car.

Why isn't the whole house

cleared and sealed off?

Want to give me a primer?

The deceased is a Carol Laing.

Upstairs in the master bedroom.

And she's "family" because?

That angry man outside is her ex,

Sergeant Mike Laing.

Chief Superintendent

Bridget Laing is his mother.

Cosy.

Incestuous, some would say.

Paramedics confirmed death on arrival,

but they were too late

- to attempt any resus.

- Mm.

The k*ller used the cord from her

dressing gown to restrain her.

Signs of a struggle.

Jewellery box is emptied out.

Hopefully, someone can

tell us what's missing.

Pool of blood from the chest wound.

Partial shoe print in the blood.

- Paramedics?

- Looks on the small side.

Mm.

There's blood spatter on the curtains.

Looks like a nice fingerprint here, too.

More bloody shoe prints down here.

Who called 999?

The older boy, I think.

Jack Hodgson, DI Andrew Walsh,

DC Meena Puri.

Have they said anything?

Dom said he heard his mum shouting.

Ryan's said nothing at all.

Can I speak to them?

Briefly?

Briefly.

Hiya.

Which of you's the Harry Kane fan?

Ryan.

Ryan, do you mind me asking

how your bedside light got broken?

Can I see your slippers, do you think?

Just the soles? Thank you.

We went to bed early

cos Dad's taking us fishing.

What do you know?

You had the covers over your head.

Thank you, Jack.

Our CSI Fiona's here,

but thank you for stepping in.

We'll contact you through

Bill Burnett if the need arises.

Oh, from a continuity-of-evidence angle,

I should finish what I've started.

Meaning?

Complete processing

of the house before the handover.

Honestly, Jack, if you handover

with Fiona, we'll take it from here.

Thanks again, Jack.

Night, Bill.

Go inside, boys.

I'll be right in.

Is there anything you want to tell me?

How could you even ask?

Spare me the self-righteousness.

Your wife's k*lled in front of your kids

and instead of tending to them,

you start punching out car windows

and threatening people!

Andrew shouldn't even be on this!

He was all over Carol

the minute I moved out!

Good for him! She was his to begin with!

Give me a f*cking break!

Even now, you can only

think of yourself.

That's why the boys are staying with me.

Andrew?

I said not to stay up.

There's mac and cheese in the fridge.

Can't have my brother going hungry.

- I'll heat it up.

- I don't want it.

- It won't take a minute.

- Sit down, Lisa.

Carol's dead.

m*rder*d.

I hope the kids are OK.

I mean, I hope they didn't see anything.

Did they?

What a strange question.

- Is that all you've got to say?

- Sorry.

I always say the wrong thing.

Poor Carol.

Come here.

Ugh.

Mike?

Ugh!

- Ugh!

- Mike.

What're you doing?

I'm looking for my keys to the house.

There's no sign of forced entry,

so if they know I've got a set,

they're going to jump to one conclusion.

I didn't know you had a set. I

thought you gave them back to Carol.

I did.

I got another set cut from Ryan's.

You know what, I rebuilt

that house with my bare hands!

They're my kids, too!

Why should I be denied access?

Jesus Christ, Mike!

Before you pile in, all right,

I've already had both barrels from Mum.

Hey

It's OK.

Dom?

I heard a voice.

Someone arguing with Mum.

Was it someone you knew?

A voice you'd heard before?

She was angry.

Mum or the other person?

The other person.

The other person was a woman?

I'll be billing

South Bay for your services.

Time and a half after midnight.

Just wish I'd got to

finish the job, you know?

Doesn't sound like your friend

went in to bat for you very hard.

Yeah, he knows which

side his bread's buttered.

Well, I hope it hasn't

damaged your friendship.

Nah. Be fine.

I did some work down

there a few years back.

Bit of an oddity.

- In what sense?

- In theory, part of the Constabulary,

in practice, its own jurisdiction.

Was Chief Superintendent

Bridget Laing still in charge then?

Very much so, but never

had the pleasure. You?

Ah, it doesn't matter.

Is something up?

I don't know.

For a big man, Bill seemed

awfully diminished last night.

Small.

- That's not how you've described him before.

- No. No

But it's the version I'm stuck with now.

Anyway. I'm sure it's fine.

After the m*rder of

a mother-of-two in South Bay,

a night of frantic activity culminated

in the arrest of a serving

police officer this morning.

We'll be speaking

to the m*rder of

a mother of two in South Bay,

a night of frantic activity

culminated in the arrest

of a serving police

Just to let you know,

we've obtained a warrant

to search your property,

and that search is happening right now.

Have you ever been

inside the Laing residence?

Mm

Last week.

Mike and I ran the boys back.

Did you go upstairs?

No.

Have you seen these keys before?

OK.

And what do they unlock?

Carol's front door.

That's significant, Kate,

for two reasons - one,

there was no sign of

forced entry at the house.

And two, we found these

keys in your coat pocket,

and the most prominent fingerprints

taken from the fob are yours.

Did you use these keys to gain

access to Carol's house last night?

No, I did not.

So, how did you come to

be in possession of them?

I found them in Mike's

jeans and I was annoyed,

so I took them.

Why were you annoyed?

Because I knew what he'd done.

After Carol made Mike

hand over his keys,

he got a copy made from Ryan's set.

And this made you feel insecure?

Jealous?

Both, probably.

It made me feel like

Mike wasn't ready to move on.

Jealous enough to go and

confront Carol about it?

No.

Well, the evidence

suggests that you did, Kate.

That you att*cked her in her bed

whilst her sons slept

just across the hall.

And when she fought back,

you stabbed her through the heart.

It's very obvious

why my client's in custody -

because South Bay CID bears a grudge.

Equally obvious, there's

no evidence worth the name.

What do you call

Carol Laing's house keys?

Incidental? Irrelevant?

A set of keys?

Charge my client or release her.

Sorry, Bridget, from a CPS angle,

we need more than the testimony of a

child and some keys.

You'll get it.

- Bill.

- Have you heard about Kate Freeman?

Yes, from the news.

Apparently, her lawyer's got

wind of your involvement.

She's going to make an approach, Jack,

bring you onside.

Bit previous, isn't it?

She's only been arrested.

A charge is coming,

but you didn't hear it from me.

One of Carol's lads belatedly

spoke up, put Kate at the scene.

I'd appreciate it if you declined.

With us being friends,

it's just going to get messy.

Not to mention blighting

what'll likely be my last case.

I'm sorry to put you

in this position, Jack.

Miriam? Jack Hodgson.

Good to meet you, Jack, and

thank you for coming on board.

OK.

This is Kate Freeman

and her partner, Mike Laing.

Hi.

- We met last night.

- Yeah.

Thanks for your concern,

and I'm sorry if I was rude.

You weren't.

Come and meet the team.

After you.

Go through.

And you're a serving

PC at South Bay Police?

Yes No, I'm on suspension.

OK.

And is the victim,

Carol Laing, known to you?

Yeah.

Carol and I were married.

We separated just over a year ago.

Then I'm very sorry for your loss.

Why are you on suspension, Kate?

You're among friends.

They need to know everything

to mount an effective defence.

We really do.

Six months ago, my police

partner, PC Fred Woods,

just disappeared.

His car was found by South Bay Bridge.

Fred was a cancer survivor

and a period of remission

had just come to an end.

So, top brass just went straight

to, "He's k*lled himself",

despite the lack of body, no note,

or anything supporting that.

So, just to be clear, you

thought he HADN'T k*lled himself?

My mother, Bridget Laing, is the

Chief Super at South Bay Police.

I told Kate to go

and share her concerns.

That was a mistake?

She not only dismissed my suspicions,

but accused me of leaking

false allegations to the media.

I was placed on suspension

pending a disciplinary hearing.

Did you leak to the media?

No.

But it's your belief

PC Woods was m*rder*d?

Look, sorry,

airing this stuff got me suspended,

and I just don't think it's

relevant. Can we move on?

Sure.

Why don't you tell us more

about what the police have,

or think they have?

My son, Dom, has made

a statement to South Bay Police

to say that

he thought he heard

Kate arguing with Carol.

Obviously, he's mistaken.

- Dom, he's the younger of your boys, right?

- Yeah.

Why?

I found broken glass under Ryan's bed.

Felt like he was the one who

might've witnessed something.

Be helpful to know about your

movements last night, Kate.

Um, yeah.

I was home alone all night,

cleaning out the kitchen cupboards.

And, yes, as a copper,

I know that's a sh*t alibi.

What about your phone?

Logged as being at her flat

all night, but on charge.

You didn't use it at all?

So it's of scant use evidentially.

Do we know when the

postmortem's being carried out?

Right now, as we speak.

Then we should be carrying out

our own, as soon as,

and not taking no for an answer.

I'll make a call.

Were you photographed

after you were arrested?

Yeah.

Be prudent for us

to take a set of our own.

These bruises are consistent

with someone gripping your arm.

Unless you tell me different.

Mike and I got into a row two

nights ago, and it got physical.

We were both drunk,

and I lost it, basically.

Said I was going to go

to my mate's house.

OK.

Look, Mike was only trying

to get the car keys from me.

You could be facing

life in prison, Kate.

- Do you think I don't know that?

- We need the truth and nothing but.

What was the row about?

It doesn't matter.

A boss who keeps his hand in?

Especially if the postmortem

could help serve my research.

Dare I ask?

"A computationally approximated

solution for the equation

"for Henssge's

time-of-death estimation."”

What she said.

Just so you know, they think

they're doing us a huge favour

in expediting a second postmortem.

Same day as the coroner PM

is pretty rare.

But the coroner's signed off on it,

so no need for too much

bowing and scraping.

A second PM, you want to be

thorough, go the extra mile.

I'd like to do a full

light-source examination,

everyone in eyewear, the works.

Are we sure he's not playing both sides?

He's got an alibi, right, for Carol?

On duty.

DC Puri.

Need a quick word, Wes.

Can you do that later, please?

Anything I can help with, Detective?

No. Thank you, Neil.

It's your nephew I'm here to see.

I need to check your

whereabouts last night.

Between 7pm and midnight.

In your own words, please?

Is it about that copper's wife?

Carol something?

I was working in the pub.

Oh.

Plenty of witnesses, then?

No, I were downstairs, in the cellar.

What were you doing down there?

Burst pipe.

Yeah.

We were ten inches under.

I was up at the bar,

so Wes had to man the pails.

So, your alibi, should you need one,

is a burst pipe and a bucket?

The plumber came around 11.

Helped him pump the rest out.

Isn't that right, Wes?

That's right.

Get you his number if you like.

This is DI Andrew Walsh.

He's heading up the investigation.

We met last night.

Good to meet you, Nikki.

- Gabriel.

- Likewise.

I owe you an apology, Jack.

I might've let my emotions

cloud my judgment last night.

Understandably.

You were close to Carol?

She was my daughter-in-law,

and I'm big on family.

In hindsight, I should've let you

finish processing the scene.

Can we get that in writing?

Given the sensitivity of

Kate Freeman being a

serving South Bay officer,

I welcome the Lyell's involvement.

Not to mention being in

a relationship with your son?

That too.

I'll leave you in

Andrew's capable hands.

Look, I know how it sounds, but

we're only interested in the truth.

We'll share as much of our

investigation as possible.

Nothing less than

your legal requirement.

And we can leave the adversarial stuff

in favour of

good old mutual cooperation.

Thanks, Andrew.

I'm all for mutual cooperation.

This is the defence

postmortem examination

of the body of Carol Laing.

She shows evidence

of an earlier postmortem

carried out by

Dr Bill Burnett for the coroner.

There is a sutured postmortem Y-incision

and coronal incision of the scalp.

There's evidence of a single,

deep wound to her chest.

The bladed w*apon has penetrated the

chest within the precordial region.

There's a large complex

injury on the forehead.

Unusual pattern.

Could help ID the w*apon that caused it.

The tissue bridges

at the base of the splits

confirm that they are lacerations

caused by blunt force trauma,

rather than incisions

caused by a cutting edge.

There's a fine fracture

crossing the middle

meningeal artery groove

producing extradural blood.

I don't remember that from the first PM.

Why was it missed?

I'd offer three reasons.

One, the fracture is very fine.

Two, Dr Burnett failed

to strip the dura mater,

the tough outer layer of

the meninges around the brain.

Three

and this is only conjecture

he'd already made up his mind.

Whatever the underlying cause,

it was negligent, right?

It's curious, certainly.

After concussion from

a blow to the head,

extradural bleeding occurred

between the outer aspects

of the brain and the inside

of the skull,

which took time to collect.

There's some grooving

to the parahippocampal gyri

at the base of the brain.

Sub uncal herniation.

What does that mean?

It suggests there was sufficient

time not just for the extradural

blood to collect, but for

the brain itself to swell.

I'll take histology samples

of the brain to look for trauma.

That'll help with a timeline.

As will the application

of beta-APP staining.

With the single,

deep wound to the chest,

the blade went through the

left side of the lower sternum,

right where the heart is.

The bladed w*apon did

indeed injure the heart.

Here.

There is a s*ab wound into the

front of the left ventricle.

This is the fatal injury.

Something under the big toenail

on the right foot.

Lights on, please.

Looks like blue paint.

Damage to the nail suggests it

scraped the paint quite hard.

- Paint from somewhere inside the house?

- Possible.

Although Carol's bedroom

was kind of brown.

We need to go back and check.

That won't be a problem,

will it, Andrew?

I haven't spoken to my children again.

It's not allowed.

My wife won't let me.

When I told Rivka that

I wanted to leave,

I hoped that she'd come with me.

Because she had lots of questions, too.

She told her father

that I was thinking of leaving.

He came to the house

my house

and he took Rivka

and my children away.

I thought that I'd

still be able to see them.

And I was wrong.

Naive.

And now, she won't even

acknowledge my existence.

There won't be any, um

closure.

In this situation

everyone is a victim.

Victim?

Victim.

Yes.

I have to.

I'm still proud

to be Jewish.

And I'm still optimistic for the future.

My hope is that

somehow, I can, um

inspire my children.

They can take their

own path if they want.

And I will always be there for them.

There was a blue Astra following us.

Where?

I don't know.

I'm jumping at shadows.

The time between the head blow

and the stabbing

Why would the k*ller stay longer

than necessary in the house?

And with the boys asleep upstairs.

Talking of the boys,

what do we think about Dom

hearing his mum and Kate arguing?

I don't know.

Miriam doesn't seem to

have a ready answer, either.

Yeah. Sounds like the fallout of

Mike and Carol's break-up was toxic.

Maybe the boys blamed Kate for

- breaking up the family?

- Mm.

Thanks.

Blue with hints of olive?

Pigeon's Breath?

Always a favourite.

The k*ller carries the body

up the stairs.

Her feet hit the wall and

her nail scraped the paint.

The half landing's quite tight.

So, he has to turn, 90-degree angle.

Here.

Can you pass the torch?

Discrete distribution.

1mm tops.

Aspirated blood.

Sudden manipulation of the body can

cause exhalations great and small.

Suggests she had some blood

in her airways already.

So

we know she sustained the

head injury significantly earlier

than the fatal stabbing in her room,

and we know she was carried -

alive, probably -

- up or down the stairs.

- Up seems more likely.

So, the head injury was

likely inflicted downstairs.

The grooves in the head wound,

what do you reckon?

I reckon.

Size and shape are a visual match.

Dumbbells typically come in pairs.

Do you see another one?

We're one short.

You said the kitchen

bin bag was missing?

The k*ller hits her with a dumbbell,

and some time later

stabs her with a Kn*fe,

gets rid of both weapons from the scene.

What're we missing?

Blood.

Hit the lights.

That's a fair bit of blood.

Swirl pattern.

Definitely a clean-up job.

Fibres coincident with

areas of strong luminescence

adhered in the blood.

Rust-coloured and white.

Loose item of clothing perhaps?

Scarf, cardigan

Bill got good coverage of the scene.

This is a comprehensive set.

He didn't.

You did.

I don't know, just feel a bit

Conflicted?

A bit sh*t. About everything.

- You don't have any reason to.

- No

He just got tired, I think.

Should've got out sooner.

Easy mistake to make.

There was blood spatter

on the curtains and a fingerprint.

Maybe you weren't jumping at shadows.

Jack.

DC Puri.

Keeping tabs on us?

- I'm sorry?

- You're following us.

Afraid we'll find something?

I was told you requested some evidence.

Ryan Laing's slippers?

Hi. Nikki Alexander.

DC Meena Puri.

Look

I know the Lyell by reputation, and

I'm relieved you guys are on this.

I'm getting really tired

of hearing that.

Why do you say that?

That you're "relieved"?

I just don't think we should be

jumping to conclusions.

About what?

Kate Freeman's guilt?

About anything.

A PolSA team searched the

surrounding streets this morning.

I'll find out what they turned up,

then check with House-To-House

and get back to you.

If you haven't heard

from me by morning

call me.

I want to go back to the

crime scene with Ryan Laing.

Yes, I know how potentially

traumatic that could be.

I was thinking more about

the safeguarding red tape.

We've found glass adhered in

blood on one of his slipper.

You see, the layering tells a story.

It tells us Ryan swept the

glass from his broken light bulb

under his bed after he trod

in his mum's blood in her bedroom.

The bulb was broken

on the night of the att*ck,

but Ryan chose to hide it.

Question is, why?

Cumulatively, our findings

show that the Crown

have a poor grasp of what occurred.

They didn't know Carol

was att*cked downstairs,

that the dumbbell used

in the att*ck is missing,

and that the k*ller

carried Carol upstairs

and waited before stabbing

her to death on her bed.

How can they make a case

against Kate Freeman

when the scene's been

so badly misunderstood?

Good job Burnett's retiring.

His work's borderline incompetent.

The gap between the head blow

and the fatal stabbing.

We can prove it definitively?

We can try.

Burnett was so sure

the brain bleed was recent

that he didn't take a trauma set.

We can remedy that. Should help

narrow down the time frame.

- Excellent.

- Why is the time important?

Because it suggests a k*ller

who was comfortable in the house

with the boys asleep upstairs.

Someone who belonged there?

And that's not Kate.

I'm going to head home.

- Are you?

- Yeah.

Feeling my short night.

I need to run the brain samples

through the processor

- so they're ready for staining.

- Ah, it's a glamorous life.

I'll see you later. OK?

Jack Hodgson.

It's Kate Freeman.

Sorry to call you.

It's OK. What can I do for you?

Miriam, she's a good brief, but

she's such a bull in a china shop.

You asked why I'm on suspension,

and you deserve an answer.

Actually, Nikki asked.

But it would be good

to get more context.

OK

But I'd rather meet face-to-face.

I mean, you never know who's listening.

Hi.

- Thanks for coming.

- No problem.

You and Nikki, you're,

um, you're a couple, right?

And we thought we hid it so well.

Me and Mike, we only started seeing

each other after he left Carol,

but no-one believes that.

Bridget punished Mike

by putting him back in uniform.

He was a detective before that?

Detective Sergeant.

She'll do anything to protect

her family as she sees it.

Total control freak.

And she put you on suspension?

I feel your pain, Kate, I really do.

Fred wasn't just a bloody

good copper, he was mate.

Then you'll know how hard

he was fighting his cancer.

When someone takes their own life,

the first thing people say is,

- "I didn't see it coming.”

- I don't buy it!

Sorry, ma'am.

Look, Kate. His car was

found at South Bay Bridge.

You know how many people go

over the side there every year?

How few bodies are ever

Ray Palmer.

I'm sorry?

Fred received a thr*at-to-life from

Detective Superintendent Ray Palmer.

That's a very serious allegation, Kate.

Yes, it is.

About a very senior officer.

And we need to be treating

Fred's disappearance as suspicious.

Do you have any evidence

to back this up?

Because there's idle gossip,

and there's trashing a man's good name.

Only one is forgivable.

Why did Palmer thr*aten your partner?

Fred was on a bit of a crusade

about Harbour Fields.

Mm-hm.

One night, we pulled this dealer over

who said he'd been told it was OK

to operate in Harbour Fields.

That he'd been given assurances.

And Fred believed him?

He found evidence Harbour Fields

was being left unpatrolled,

effectively allowing dealers

to sell there with impunity.

Does this have anything to do with

the "Stop Goshawk Construction” stuff?

They're seeking to buy the land,

torch the estate

and turn it into a gated community.

But first, they need the courts to

grant a compulsory purchase order.

Uh-huh, and a rocketing crime rate

goes a long way to secure that.

A long way.

If Fred was right about this, it stinks.

This is grade-A corruption,

and Bridget didn't

give it a second look?

How about we take a trip to the bridge?

We've got a clot that's

adherent to the brain.

A fresh clot slides off the brain.

Conversely, it takes hours

for fibrin to form

and the clot to adhere

to the brain's surface.

There it is in black and white.

We're talking two hours between the

head injury and the fatal stabbing.

Was this area searched?

Not officially, cos his death

wasn't treated as suspicious.

If you were going to throw

yourself off the bridge,

would you really park

all the way down here?

What happened to Woods's car?

It's in his garage.

Hmm, Mike.

Andrew. You should've

said you were coming,

we would've saved you some!

Mike

I'm really sorry about Carol.

Where are they?

- Why don't you sit down for a minute?

- I want to see my kids.

Of course. They're watching TV.

Outside, please.

- It's the lab.

- Answer it.

Speaking.

Coffee?

Find anything?

Bootprints on the pedal, bit of foliage.

Do you know how

the car was brought here?

Low-loader. They couldn't find the key.

Is there anything else - anything

at all - that might help us?

I mean, like I said,

I didn't exactly encourage Fred

to air his theories.

Tell me about Palmer, then.

This thr*at he made.

Fred found evidence that our patrol grid

had been revised at

the behest of Palmer.

Which is weird in itself.

Why?

CID don't hold sway over uniform

logistics

or, to be honest,

have much interest in them.

Did Fred confront Palmer?

Palmer denied it, just told

Fred to wind his neck in.

And then, a week later, Fred finds

himself next to Palmer in the gents.

And as Palmer zips up, he tells him,

"There's faster ways

to die than cancer.”

That night, was Mike talking

about Palmer when he said,

"I don't want him in my house"?

No, DI Andrew Walsh.

- Walsh?

- Mm.

A lot of history

between Mike and Andrew.

When Mike was 11 or 12,

Bridget fostered both Andrew

and his little sister, Lisa.

- Wow.

- Yeah.

They're like brothers, almost.

I wouldn't go that far, but

It's Miriam.

Hi, Miriam.

Hi, Kate. I need you to get

to the station straight away.

There's new evidence. DS Ray

Palmer's running the show now.

I'll be right there.

So, Kate

You said you'd never been

upstairs at the Laing house.

But we've found compelling

evidence that you have.

A hair on Carol's bed

not two feet from her body

bears DNA which is a 100% match to you.

Then, above the bed, we found

a fingerprint on the curtain.

Again

a perfect match to you.

I mean, I can see why you might

want to draw the curtains.

We brought the kids home the other day,

Mike and I.

Carol was delayed somewhere.

Mike told me to grab a coffee

while he looked for some clothes

he'd left upstairs.

Careful!

Oh, they're not the

kind of curtains you draw.

Only the best for our Carol.

That explains it.

Hey?

That's how your hair got on the bed.

That's how your fingerprint got on

the curtain. It's case closed.

Only one question.

Why did you tell us

you'd never been upstairs?

Hmm?

Why did you lie to us?

People with nothing to hide,

they don't lie, Kate.

She has no alibi worth the name,

a witness puts her at the scene.

She had keys to the house,

and as for her explanation

for the prints and DNA,

don't believe a word of it.

This is Sally.

She's a child social worker.

Sally's going to make

extra sure everything's OK

and that nothing's too much.

Shall we go inside?

Kate Freeman, you're charged

that on 14th August

at Mark Land Avenue, South Bay,

you did m*rder Carol Laing

contrary to common law.

I know you went into your mum's

room. That took courage. Yeah?

And you had the

presence of mind to call 999,

tell them what happened,

then go and look after your

brother till the police arrived.

Brilliant.

But something happened in this room.

Something that caused the bulb

in your lamp to smash.

Something I know you

don't want to talk about.

That's why you swept

the pieces under the bed.

But the thing is,

without that "something”, Ryan

the story's incomplete.

Now, I might be

completely wrong here, but

I have this sense

you feel bad about something.

If I had to guess

I'd say you think

you let your mum down?

That you should've tried harder

to protect her? Save her?

You had no chance, Ryan.

No chance.

I did.

He had gloves, and

he put his hand in my mouth.

His voice was weird

like a bark, but quiet.

Like he was trying

to disguise it, maybe?

He said, "I've got hidden cameras.

"If you or your brother try to

leave this room, I'll know."

You're sure it was a man?