01x12 - Love and Loss

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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.

Free drinks, cashews, lounge access.
He was so trying to get into

your knickers, Kirsty. It's a good
job you've got a nut allergy.

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

Which is more than can be said
for you.

So much for being
in love with Kevin.

You know the rules
- no talk about boyfriends, exam results or work until we're home.

You OK, Debs? Throat still bothering
you?

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

It's freezing. I'm having a hot bath
when I get in.

Debs... Debbie?

Debbie what's the matter?
Debbie your nose.

Debbie!
Debbie!

Debbie!

We gave her three ampoules of
Naloxone, no response.

Convulsions, severe bleeding. 18 years old
and she d*ed of biventricular heart failure.

18 and she d*ed of a heart att*ck?

Well, that's young, what was it,
coke? Heroin.

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

That's her bag.

We found 70 heroin filled condoms in
her stomach.

Did you say 70? Seven zero?

She was pretty determined. Latex
sticks in your throat,

gag reflex kicks in. You gag each one
up six, seven times

before it stays down.
So the quantity k*lled her?

No, one of the condoms ruptured.

What, this is our swallower? Most of
the swallowers we've had here

are Africans, Jamaicans, people
desperate to get into the UK.

Why would a young British girl risk
smuggling dr*gs like this?

It's too dangerous. Maybe the girls
that brought her in can tell us.

They did a runner while we tried to
resuscitate her.

Excuse me.

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

Dunno. Thailand.

I bring back a stick of rock from my
holidays.

Same age as my Sarah.

So what, about two kilos? Street
value back here

about a hundred grand. Thailand cost
four or five.

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

Hello, sweetheart.
It's all right, Susan. I got it.

Tell them they're too early, Jack.
Mark Powell?

I'm DS Matt Devlin.

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

How's that?
Mmm, up on your side a bit.

How'd you get to be foreman again?

Mr and Mrs Powell? I'm Detective Sergeant
Matt Devlin. This is DS Ronnie Brooks.

It's about Debbie.

No.

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

I don't understand.

How can Debbie be mixed up with
heroin?

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

There's your mum and mad, my sister
- she'll want to come down.

She'll need to book flights. We'd
like to take a look at Debbie's laptop,

check her emails. Oh, my God! Amy -
she should be at school.

For God's sake, Susan! Her sister's
d*ed! Debbie's dead!

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

We're going to need to talk to
Debbie's friends,

Mr Powell, the ones she went on
holiday with.

Kirsty Wallace and Sofie Martin.
They're not involved.

They ran away. They've been friends
since the first day of school.

They left Debbie to die alone!

We're gonna need Kirsty and Sofie's
addresses, please, Mr Powell.

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

I'll get them.

I work in Dubai most of the year.

Excuse me.

She runs the kids everywhere.

Sorry.

You want those girls' addresses?
And her laptop's there.

Don't worry that can wait.

I let her decorate it.

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

Well, I think it looks very nice.

We do everything together - gym,
shopping...

You notice any changes in her
recently? No.

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

This is the first year she didn't
come on holiday with us.

She said she wanted to grow up.

I had to beg Mark to let her go.

Mrs Powell...

this isn't your fault.

I suppose you must get used to doing
this.

No.

I'll get you those addresses.

You've searched my house - there were
no dr*gs there.

You knew we'd find you sooner or
later, Sofie. What did you do?

Pass them onto the person you were
smuggling for? Dump them?

I've got nothing to do with any
dr*gs. Why would I?

I want to be a lawyer. I can't do
that if I've got a criminal record.

Then why did you run from the
hospital?

I was scared.

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

I've never seen somebody die before.

Sofie, either you ran because you
had dr*gs on you,

or because you knew what Debbie was
doing.

I didn't, I swear I didn't.
Look, she was my friend.

Your friend prepped for this, Sofie.

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

beforehand cos she had to widen her
oesophagus for this.

She'd been taking relaxants to help
her swallow them down without gagging.

She dipped them in honey.
She cut her throat raw

swallowing 70 of these. She knew
what she was doing.

Thank you.

I didn't know until the hospital.

Debbie phoned her mum and dad from
Heathrow,

lied to them that she was staying at
my place.

She was gonna go to a B&B and she was
gonna meet her boyfriend there.

Boyfriend? She had a boyfriend?

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

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

Come off it, Kirsty. Friends as
close as you lot?

Never met him, never talked about
him,

never swapped stories about him?

The condoms Debbie used to swallow
those dr*gs were brought in London.

Did her boyfriend ask her to smuggle
those dr*gs?

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

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

Kirsty, the CPS will prosecute you
for conspiracy to import dr*gs.

So, charge me or release me.

Kirsty...

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

try and scare me into talking?

We found, erm, these photographs on
Debbie's camera.

Can you tell me what's missing?

Debs.

And there's the three of you, having
a great time.

Kirsty. Kirsty?

You're not protecting Debbie,

you're protecting the person who
talked her into this, OK?

And he told Debbie that he loved
her.

Now...

Does that look like love to you?

You know what we do here, Kirsty?

We speak for the dead

and we speak for the loved ones left
behind.

Tell us who Debbie's boyfriend was.

Debbie told Kirsty that the boyfriend
had given her an address of a hotel

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

Yeah, that's the oldest MO in the
book.

She checks in, the dr*gs are on the
bed,

she swallows them, stashes the cash
in a drawer and then leaves.

Kirsty also said that Debbie was -
He still works there?

..scared that if she didn't do it, he
would dump her.

She thought that was love. He was
manipulating her from the start.

If a bloke had done that to one of my
girls - Guv!

Angela pulled these off Debbie's
laptop.

It's a bunch of emails, Facebook
messages.

Anyway, there's dates and times where she meets
up with the owner of this account. Buff Guy 41.

His other name is Andy Valente. He's
a teacher at Debbie's school.

Bring him in.

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

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

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

Well, I've heard it called a lot of
things but never that.

She failed her driving test twice.

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

Look, just tell me why Kirsty would
think

Debbie was sleeping with her
teacher?

You know what kids are like. If
they're not making stuff up

about each other, they make it up
about their teachers.

Debbie used to make stuff up as well
did she?

No. Debbie was different.

She didn't judge anyone.

Everybody felt comfortable around
her.

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

I wasn't sleeping with her, if that's
what you're getting at.

I'm gay.

Debbie saw me with my boyfriend -
never told a soul.

Why would you need to hide that?

I don't. As a teacher, you learn to
keep your private life private.

Debbie understood that.

OK, what about Debbie's private
life?

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

She never told me a name,

but I think she was sleeping with
somebody at work.

Debbie worked here weekends.

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

How long you had the business up and
running? About four years.

And you never heard a rumour that Debbie
was sleeping with a member of your staff?

You know, it's hard enough keeping
the wolf from the door

without overseeing my employees'
personal lives.

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

One of er...one of my techies, he put
it about that he'd slept with her,

that she was a...slag. I checked it
out - was just a rumour.

Well, you wouldn't be the
first...employer that staff lied to.

No, I checked it with Debbie.

And you didn't tell Mark Powell?

Come on. "Mark, one of the guys at
work's calling your daughter a slag."

He'd be down here in a second looking
for blood. I wouldn't blame him.

We'll need to talk to your
technicians.

Well, er...they work out of my
warehouse. Address is on the back.

That's fine. Thanks for your help.
Thank you.

One of the technicians - fella called
Gerry Craig, didn't show up for work

today or yesterday. The Line manager
says he didn't call in either.

Maybe he's sick.
Maybe he's in it up to his eyeballs.

He meets Debbie, seduces her, gives
her four or five grand,

expecting what - 90, 100 grand profit
back.

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

It's not a game, Matt. This girl
lost her life

for the sake of a few quid. Let's go
and see this Gerry Craig.

I've had complaints about Gerry
Craig before.

People calling in all hours, dodgy
sorts hanging about,

cos everyone knew he was a dealer.
So, how come you never called us?

I used to, but you guys come round,

nick a dealer and another one moves
in.

And at least Craig was only selling
what - weed and a bit of coke. Only.

Well, the last one you lot nicked
was selling acid to school kids.

So, what are uniform doing here,
then?

Oh, burglary on the second floor.
See, Craig's flat's on the 15th.

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

My mum told me never lie to a
copper.

Well, looks like he left in a hurry.

Nah, place always looks like this.

Set of scales in the bedroom, signs
of drug use - coke, cannabis.

So, when d'you last see him, then?

Well, last night. He said he was
heading off for a bit.

Tried to tap me for a 100 quid,
cheeky bugger.

He still owes three month's rent.

Don't look like he pays his bills
either.

Right, then. Did he have many
friends?

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

She ever come around?

Mmmm. Every Friday. Always wondered
what a nice girl like that was doing

with Craig. You could set your watch
by her you could.

What was Debbie doing in a dump like
this?

Looks like Craig knows we're onto
him.

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

so he's obviously broke and
desperate.

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

Cash. And you do know that no-one
does a 'bunk' any more.

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

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

Burglary!
Second floor. Second floor.

A tenant had his credit card stolen.

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

Gerry Craig's got form...

for burglary, credit card theft and
dealing.

From intel -
list of his friends and associates.

Actually, I do mind waiting. Thank
you very much.

The next time you ring 999, we'll
keep you waiting.

What about that?
What's got his goat?

Debbie's the same age as Ronnie's
youngest.

Don't know how you have kids - worry
alone would do my head in.

The love outweighs the worry.
If you say so.

Of course I'm still here. Although
I do have a pressing appointment

to put pins in my eyes. Thank you
very much. Cheers.

OK. Cash-back, Tesco's Dulwich. Guy
matching Gerry Craig's description.

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

This is why I did a runner from my
flat. I knew you lot would put

two and two together and come up with
five. You ran cos you have form.

Yeah, for dealing, not smuggling.

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

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

I told you - I'm not her boyfriend

and I don't know who she was
shagging, she wouldn't say.

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

You mean, the boyfriend brought her
driving lessons or the boyfriend

was teaching her to drive? What
difference does that make?

Lessons, I think. He bought her
lessons.

Yes, I remember her now, Miss Powell.

She took a series of one-hour lessons
at the end of July.

Jeffrey, slow down!

Did he leave his car at home?

He's crashed 28 times. I want to know
his hand, eye and foot coordination

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

So, erm, Debbie Powell... Yes, we
usually pick up

at the client's house, but she was
insistent on coming out here.

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

"Intensive Care Driving School."

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

Intensive Care?

Yes. We're intensive, and we care.

So, how did Debbie pay for her
lessons? Cash. Would you excuse me?

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

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

What's up? There's no tube station
or bus stop for miles.

Middle of nowhere. So, she's not
allowed to drive on her own -

how did she get out here?

Seven CCTV sightings of Debbie at
Intensive care.

Who names their driving school -
Leave it, Ange!

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

Got interesting with this one,
though.

That's Jack Gilmore.
Family friend.

It could be a casual dropping off
after work. Nothing casual about this.

Gilmore's the boyfriend? He denied
knowing who Debbie was seeing

or who she was sleeping with. What's that
about? He's old enough to be her father.

A kiss doesn't prove he's the dealer.
But it's enough to bring him in.

Angelina, lunch is on me. Well done
love.

You just get better and better,
Ange.

Everyone else has gone back to the
church hall.

You wanna wait, nick him there? No.
Let's get it over with.

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

We'd like to ask you some questions.
You arresting me?

How public would you like to make
this, sir?

What's going on? Er, it's about one
of Mr Gilmore's employees.

Have you got him? Have you got the
bastard who did this?

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

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

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

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

if you do not mention when questioned
something you later rely on in court...

I loved Debbie. Why the hell would I
get her to smuggle dr*gs?

Why did you lie to us, Mr Gilmore?

Why did you pretend that you weren't
sleeping with Debbie?

I didn't want Mark to know. I knew
how hurt he and Susan would be.

And we both thought that some people
might think

that what we were doing was wrong.
Drug smuggling.

Being in love.
That's not a crime, is it?

Mr Gilmore, who's your contact in
Thailand?

Who arranged the dr*gs for Debbie to
collect?

You're not listening!

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

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

Mr Gilmore, forensics found some
unopened condoms in your car.

They were the same type that Debbie
packed with heroin and swallowed.

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

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

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

pursue Gilmore for manslaughter and
gross negligence.

I would but I don't want to put Debbie's
parents through a mudslinging trial,

when importation carries the same
sentencing parameters.

Presuming we could get the maximum
for importation.

I'd say her parents will endure a few
slanders on Debbie's character,

so long as Gilmore is punished to the
full. We don't have the key witness

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

I could see if he's tried this
before - get evidence of a pattern?

Even if you did turn up a previous
drug mule,

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

Unless...we can establish duty of
care.

Go on.

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

Can't get much more responsible than
that.

The Old Bailey walls, James.

The welfare of the people is the
supreme law.

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

All right. If you can find a witness
- and if the family agree -

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

The foreseeability of damage or danger to
Debbie should be straight forward to prove.

If it was harmless, Gilmore would've
imported the dr*gs himself.

We might just have enough to get
George's manslaughter charge home.

Hold the door! For God's sake don't
close that door!

Open the windows, tie down anything
that moves.

Oh God. That smell, I think...

I am, I'm going to be sick.

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

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

My therapist said I had to
experience the joys of the world.

Joys of the world. Have you been on
public transport recently?

Alesha Philips, Jason Peters.

Jason!

I'm sorry, James.

You used to work here?
Many moons ago.

No, I'd rather not. I'll be here all
day.

You've done well for yourself,
James.

The place would have driven me mad.
Now, Jack Gilmore.

You've no witnesses, the forensics
are laughable,

and your evidence is supposition,
innuendo, and hypothesis.

It's a hopeless case. Even I
couldn't win. Drop the charges.

Debbie Powell d*ed of a massive
coronary.

She was 18. Gilmore was responsible.

I've always liked you, James,

and I'll take no pleasure in
defeating you.

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

He's never lost a case.

Start with Gilmore's current
employees then work backwards.

I don't believe Debbie Powell was his
first dr*gs mule.

Gilmore's a name I'd rather forget. I
worked for him three years ago.

It says on your record you were
sacked for drug use.

My mum d*ed - I got into dr*gs.
I'm clean now.

Two years ago while you worked for
Gilmore, you applied for a passport,

booked a trip to Thailand.
That's not a crime.

No, but bringing illegal substances
into this country is.

Check your records, I never got
there.

Is that the real reason he sacked
you? Cos you changed your mind

about importing the dr*gs? Gemma,
Gilmore's latest conquest d*ed.

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

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

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

Yeah.
Give evidence against him, please.

I will if Gerry does.

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

Maybe not on the books.

But Gerry was the middle man. He had
the contact in Thailand.

Gemma is a coke head. I'm surprised
she can remember her own name.

We know you put the deal together,
Gerry.

We're not interested in you, Gerry.
Just give us Gilmore,

then you can go back and crawl under
the rock where you came from.

Do you know how easy it is to get
dr*gs in Thailand?

She was a very enterprising girl,
Debbie.

She could have got them anywhere.
Intent to supply. Importation.

Conspiracy. Perverting the course of
justice -

He'll go on all day if you're not
careful. I don't know anything.

Right, do you know what? I've had
enough of this.

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

If I talk, what happens to me?

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

Or we'll settle for you. Do you
understand?

Gerry? Do you understand?

Interview terminated at ten twenty
seven - OK.

A few years back, I did some debt
collecting for Gilmore.

And he came to me with a proposition
to earn some quick cash.

Craig's prepared to give evidence
that he gave Gilmore

the dr*gs contact, and that it was
Gilmore's plan. Good.

Can we make it home in both
importation and manslaughter charges?

The importation charge's
straightforward, manslaughter's a risk.

I don't care. I want to do both. Mark
and Susan need to know Gilmore's been

held responsible for Debbie's death.
Good.

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

How are you bearing up?

I'll feel better when Gilmore's in
prison. We all will.

We've got a strong case but there's a
long way to go.

Promise me he won't get away with
this.

The liaison officer will show you
where to sit.

Mark.
Don't talk to me.

It's a terrible mistake.
You're a paedophile, do you hear me?

She was 18! I was there for her, you
never were. I'll k*ll you!

That's enough! That was a thr*at from
your client, James.

Just get out!

Calm down. Attacking Gilmore isn't going to
help your family. He took away our daughter.

Yeah, and we're going to hold him
responsible for that in court.

Debbie told me he said he was in love
with her. We took the piss er...

We took the mickey out of her on
holiday.

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

And what about Debbie?
She was totally in love with him.

Exhibit eight to twenty nine, my
Lord. Facebook correspondence between

the deceased and the accused.
Paragraph three C is where Mr Gilmore

clearly says how much Debbie means to
him.

Thank you. No further questions.

Kirsty, the messages between my
client and Debbie

never explicitly mention dr*gs, do
they?

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

Was my client in Thailand when
Debbie chose to swallow these dr*gs?

No. But...

Mr Peters, have you got forgotten
where you are? Jason.

I'm sorry, my Lord. Erm...it was er,
it was an itch.

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

and not break the law. She did it
because he asked her.

I knew Debbie was going to smuggle
heroin.

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

And who was Debbie smuggling the
dr*gs for?

I don't know.

That's not what you said in your
statement.

Yeah, I only said that because the
police threatened me, physically.

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

No such threats were made against
your person.

Of course they're not gonna thr*aten
me in the interview. They're not stupid.

My Lord, the Crown's case is built
around Mr Craig's evidence.

This witness's evidence clearly
contradicts a sworn statement, my Lord.

Which Mr Craig made while clearly
under duress.

You weren't sat in the police car
when they threatened me.

Mr Craig told the police on tape
that Gilmore was behind this.

The accused has interfered with the
course of justice.

They told me to say it was Gilmore
in the interview. So I did.

I can't believe the judge took five
minutes to send the jury

and Craig out. Did you know he was
going to change his story?

James, we're friends. Cheap
theatrical tricks aren't my style.

Your client must have bribed my
witness to perjure himself.

We really should both rise above
this.

Sadly for you, Craig has changed his
story, and now...we're sort of done.

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

Marvellous, James. Can't wait to see
it. Good luck with it!

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

Thank God. Now I can go home.

I really am sorry about this, James.

But even I couldn't win this case
now.

Mr Gilmore, can you confirm for the
court

the man in this CCTV footage is
indeed you?

Yes, that's me.

The young woman in that clip - Debbie
Powell - how old was she?

She was eighteen. Eighteen. Old
enough to vote,

fall in love, to drink, have sex -
not a child.

Did you give her money to buy those
dr*gs? No.

Did you know what Debbie was planning
when she went to Thailand?

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

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

Heartbroken.

No further questions.

70 heroin packed condoms were found
in Debbie's stomach.

Condoms which matched those police found at
your property, isn't that right, Mr Gilmore?

They were found in my car.

Debbie must have seen them there and
taken them.

You're claiming an eighteen-year-old
girl arranged all this by herself?

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

You're a salesman, aren't you,
Mr Gilmore? I own several shops.

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

My Lord. I'm telling the truth. I
miss Debbie more than anyone.

The Judge spent more time summing up
the defence than he did our case.

It's just the way it is - he has to
explain all the implications

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

The jury's back.
Already?

That's a good sign, isn't it?

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

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

I need you to be strong now, Mark.
For your family.

He's right. I was never there for
them. What kind of a father am I?

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

Members of the jury, have you reached a
verdict upon which you are all agreed? Yes.

On the first count of manslaughter,

do you find the defendant guilty or
not guilty?

Not guilty.

On count two, that the defendant was
knowingly concerned

in the importation of two kilograms
of heroin with intent to supply,

do you find the defendant guilty or
not guilty?

Not guilty.

We're not giving up.

Alesha and I have turned harder cases
than this around.

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

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

I know.

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

just before I use to fly back to
Dubai.

We used to play hide and seek.

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

I don't see what else you can do.

Amy, be careful, darling!

I feel like we've let them down. I
promised them we'd get Gilmore, we haven't.

Sometimes that's the way it goes.
Gilmore's probably one of these guys

that can wriggle away from anything.
You did your best.

But it's not enough, Ronnie. There
has to be something else.

Like what? Gerry Craig is gonna
stick to his g*ns.

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

Did you try to talk Gemma McCann out
of withdrawing her statement?

Of course we did, but don't forget
she's a young scared single mum.

She's not gonna start talking now
Gerry Craig's changed his tune.

OK, so there's no new evidence. No
chance of a re-trial.

If Gilmore had used one of my girls
like that,

I would really wanna get him back the best way
I could. No matter what it costs or what it took.

I'd find out what matters to that
lad and I would take it away from him.

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

You need to care about something,
anything to risk not losing it.

The only thing he cares about is
himself and his business.

Other than getting every single person
in London to picket or boycott his shops

and put him out of business, I don't
see what else you can do.

Capone! We do a Capone on him!

Jesus, James! You nearly gave me a
heart att*ck there.

Alesha!
Have you been drinking?

What is going on? What was the name
of that Goth girl last year?

Last year? You know, the Jones case,
crisp eater, number-muncher. The tax woman!

I think I'm the only sane person who
works here.

Oh! Una McGladdery. She's an expert
witness, works at the tax office.

Nice as pie, butter wouldn't melt but
a Rottweiler on a paper trail.

We go after Gilmore's tax records.

Income tax, VAT, everything. Every
sale, every transaction,

every piece of paper that went through his
shops, we go through it all. The Capone approach.

That is brilliant. I'll get Una's
number.

Check that out with Revenue And
Customs.

We're gonna get him. Maybe not dr*gs,
maybe not manslaughter

but we are going to get him for
something.

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

Fantastic. This is the reason I joined!
All I want is mountains of paper work!

So, what should we be looking for?

You don't look for anything.

Be the paper, become the numbers.
First rule of tax forms -

everybody lies. Second rule of tax
forms -

everybody gets
found out eventually. Usually by me.

What do you need?

g*ns. Lots of g*ns.

Only joking. More floor space. Three
current businesses,

several failed ventures - this guy's
been in business since 1994.

He started filing his online returns
in 2005.

I can handle those, pre that it's paper
and you need a lot more floor space.

Consider it done.

Let's get to work.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's four
thirty, it's Friday.

I imagine you've all got families
you're anxious to get home to.

So I look forward to seeing you first
thing Monday morning

and have a lovely weekend.
Thank you, George.

The bridge is yours.

It's only the home secretary.

You being a good girl for your nana?

I miss you too, sweetie.

Yes, as soon as mummy finds the bad
numbers.

Coffee?

I'll take that as yes, then.

You know, I haven't had so much fun
since I was up all night prepping Jagger.

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

I've no idea where to take him.

I used to go to the Sobell Centre
near Holloway.

You can skate?
Oh, yes.

What are you doing Saturday
afternoon?

Watching you fall flat on your arse.

Everything since 2005 is clean as a
whistle. How far have you got?

1998. Clean as well.

I bet you two were the biggest swots
in your class.

Right, well we'll fly through this
now.

George, can you sort this out for me?

No problem.

Access to the accounts of his
parents, his sisters and his wife.

Sorry, his what?

Wife. Family members are often used
as black economy cover.

He hasn't got a wife. Has he? She's
director of all his companies

and pockets about two-hundred K a
year.

Why didn't we know about his wife?

Frances Arrow. Married 1991- 93.

Divorced but is still his business
partner.

Has Frances Arrow paid her income
tax?

Her last tax return was in 1994.

It's a bit hard to pay your income
tax when you're dead.

She d*ed in 1994.

Two hundred grand a year, fifteen
years. We've got him.

On count one, namely that the
defendant dishonestly failed

to disclose a liability to pay income
tax in the sum of £2,412,869

with intent to make a gain for
himself,

do you find the defendant guilty or
not guilty?

Guilty.

Two years - is that it?

This might not be the justice Debbie
deserves.

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

A kind of justice.

Thank you.

There's something big going on here.
Your mate Jimmy knows all about it.

I've made mistakes and I've put them
right. When do I get forgiven?

Jimmy Valentine's always around
whenever something funny happens.

I'm not going behind your back. Jimmy's
a good cop. I'm not with you on this one.

He pulled a bloody g*n on me!
This is my fault.

Valentine is a disgrace to the
service.

But there are other considerations
to bear in mind.

This is bad enough without you making
it into a conspiracy.

You've been given a task.
Do your job!

Do we have an agreement?
You have no case.

Ronnie!