03x05 - Intent

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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.

Excuse me, what are you doing?
Are you Mrs Lerner?

No. I work for Mrs Lerner. I'm not
fussed so long as you let me in.

She wants broadband upstairs.

Fetch.

Did you ring the bell?

Do you know, it never occurred to me.

Wipe your feet.

Nice gaff.

It was not before.
Fitted carpets, easy to clean.

Much better.

Uh...

They want to put a computer in the
office

and one in the guest bedroom.

Job spec said only one extra outlet.

Haven't they got a wireless router?

You have to talk to her. Mrs Lerner!

The man from the broadband is here!

Mrs Lerner!

Hello!

Mrs Lerner!

Victims are Elaine and David Lerner.

The cleaner found them.

Right. Who's the young Elvis?

He came to install broadband.
He was waiting outside.

Point of entry?

Entry and exit,
broken window in the kitchen.

With a blood trail leading
back there from the bedroom.

Right. Have we got anything missing,
do you know?

The cleaner is doing an inventory
and the daughter is on her way.

She's driving down from Leeds.

What a homecoming.

A dozen s*ab wounds between them
and still counting.

At a rough guess, I'd say they've
been dead not more than 48 hours.

The wife is still tucked in.
Didn't actually know what hit her.

The husband not so lucky.

Defensive s*ab wounds on both hands.

Through

and...through.

So, what do you think? Husband wakes
up, see's his wife being att*cked,

and tries to fight back.

"David and Elaine.

Here's to the next 20 years."

Or not, as it turns out.

Law and Order UK

Season 5, Episode 5
"Intent"

Our m*rder w*apon is a chisel taken
from a tool bag on the landing.

So he entered the house unarmed?

Maybe he thought no-one was home.

Heard a noise and grabbed the first
thing that came to hand.

Why head upstairs?
They didn't interrupt him.

They were still in bed.
Was anything taken?

Apparently not. Jewellery, cash,
electrics all still present.

If you went there to k*ll them,
why go unarmed?

And if it's a burglary,
why leave empty-handed?

He had just butchered two people.
Maybe he wasn't thinking straight.

He was thinking straight enough
to have a wash before he went.

And he wiped the chisel before he
dropped it.

So no prints, then.
Not on the m*rder w*apon, guv,

but elsewhere we're spoiled for
choice.

We've got 38 sets of unknown prints.

Popular couple.

They were renovating the house,
it was crawling with workmen.

But this is what
we're concentrating on.

It's a partial thumb print on the
headboard. Mrs Lerner's blood.

It's a good match to another partial
found near the broken window.

Except it's not on the system.

Print everyone who's worked on that
house. Any word from the daughter?

We're meeting her at the house.

I'd like to talk to forensics
regarding the MO.

Although the prints haven't turned up
on the system,

anything this brutal might ring
bells. Get to it.

Ta.

What?
I get the grieving daughter.

And you go down the lab
to have a cup of tea with Eleanor?

Andy, my boy, talk about delegation,

it's an art.

It's a joke.

Female vic definitely went first.

The angle of the wound suggests
he was on the bed straddling her.

So, what he pinned her down?

Pretty much. Not that he needed to.

The chisel went in seven times
and never once missed the target.

He hit the heart, stomach,
liver and kidneys.

She probably never
woke up enough to move.

He wasn't messing around then?

Oh, no.

He wanted her dead.

I'd say it was personal.

See this spatter pattern here?

To get cast off like this,

the w*apon has to be moving hard and
fast.

This guy was really angry.

And the husband?
Same thing.

Another six hits, no hesitations.

I reckon they were dead after the
first couple of wounds.

Can you think of a reason

why anyone would want
to harm your parents?

No.

They are lovely people.

Everyone loves them.

Maybe they were having financial
troubles?

Doing up a place like this

can spiral out of control.
Maybe they needed some cash.

Tried to borrow some from someone?
No.

My dad budgets for everything.

Right down to the last penny.

This was their dream home.

They wanted to get it exactly right.

It was for their retirement.

When they finally sold the agency.

They were in business together?

Sleepytime Sitters.

It's a baby-sitting agency.

Might there be
somebody with a grudge?

Maybe an employee
that you had to let go?

David always said

treat people fairly
and you'll see the best of them.

A lot of our ladies have been with
us for years.

You've never had to sack anybody?

If someone
really wasn't working out,

Elaine had such a gentle way of
dealing with it.

It was like she was helping them

find something they were better
suited to.

Bob Mitchell will tell you
a different story.

Who is Bob Mitchell?
The partner in the early days.

Thought he was a real go-getter.
And that wasn't their way?

Definitely not.
They dissolved the partnership.

Six months after he was ditched
by the Lerners,

Mitchell declared himself bankrupt.

Since then it looks like he's
lurched

from one failed business to the
next. This is his latest.

While his former partners are making
a fortune?

That could make a man bitter.
Did you get anything from Ellie?

In her opinion, it was nasty
and quite possibly personal.

I realised I was in the wrong sector
and refocused my goals.

Haven't looked back.
So really they did you a favour?

Yes, actually.
Where were you Saturday evening?

Around midnight?

About 150 miles away.

I was attending an entrepreneurial
weekend in Stoke.

Can any of your fellow entrepreneurs
confirm that?

I wasn't sharing a room

but they saw me leave the bar.

Mitchell checks out.

Several guests remember him being
drunk and annoying around 11:30.

We have no other suspects?
According to everyone,

the Lerners are saints.
Not an enemy in the world.

What about the bloody thumb print?

We've printed 26 of the workers, guv,

but not one of them even comes close.

So if everyone who knew them loved
them, what are we left with?

An aborted burglary?
Or...random nutter.

Either way... Let me guess,
we go back to the beginning,

and see if we missed anything?

Elaine is asleep
on the right-hand side,

David asleep on the left.

Our man comes in,
doesn't touch anything.

Makes his way to
the right-hand side of the bed.

He braces himself against the
headboard

and then stabs her multiple times.

The partial print we have
is off his right thumb.

Fine. Then we've narrowed it down
to a left-handed k*ller.

But then David wakes up,

tries to stop him, they fight,

he loses,

and then he falls backwards over
Elaine's body.

So now we have two dead bodies.
Where does he go? What does he do?

He doesn't touch anything.
He doesn't steal anything.

No, instead, he goes downstairs
and he has a wash.

In the kitchen sink.

Do you need me to move?

No, no, you're fine, don't worry.
We won't be much longer.

Although you might prefer not to
listen to this. That's OK.

So he cleans up in the sink.

And then he goes out
the way he came in.

Why not just go through the door?

It's always double locked.

He wouldn't know that.
Unless he tried it.

But he didn't.
No prints inside or out

and he wasn't wearing gloves.

Do you have the keys to the door,
please, Elizabeth?

The fence isn't very high.

But why didn't he try the door
before the window?

JAE Security Services.

Elizabeth...

Elizabeth, sorry.

There used to be another door here,
yeah?

Yeah.

A big metal security door.

My parents took it out
when they did the kitchen.

The house was like Fort Knox.

Right.

And do you know the name of
the people that lived here before?

A woman called Camilla Mallon.

She was in the papers a couple of
years ago

after some big hedge fund collapsed.

Turned out it had all been a scam.

Her partners were all done for fraud
but she got off.

A lot of people weren't very happy.
That's why she had to move.

Maybe she received some threats.

That's what my mum said.

That's why they got
such a good price.

Oh, my god.

Yeah.

Maybe your parents weren't the
intended victims.

Did she leave a forwarding address?

The threats came from investors who
lost money.

They were sent to the office,
never my home.

The police didn't think
I was in any real danger.

But it seemed sensible to move
somewhere with more security.

Some people weren't too pleased
that you got off?

If it wasn't enough that I lost my
marriage, my business

and nearly took the fall for a fraud
I knew nothing about, then no,

apparently not.
What about your partners?

They can't have been pleased when
you gave evidence against them?

They were going down with or without
my evidence.

Anyway, they are both
still in prison.

You're not suggesting
they hired some kind of hitman?

What would be the point?

Mallon got off on a technicality.

Did a deal with the FSA,
ratted out her partners.

That must have made you angry?

They conned me out of nearly
a quarter of a million pounds.

How do you think I felt? Angry
enough to write a threatening letter.

I'd had a few whiskies too many.
Wanted to let off steam.

At the end of the day,
she was small fry.

It was the other two who screwed me
over and they're behind bars.

Justice was done. And luckily
I can afford to lose a few quid.

That is fortunate.

Our whole life savings gone
just like that.

First risk I ever took in my life.
And the last.

Camilla Mallon gets off scot free.

She'll get what's coming to her.

Yeah?

I hear you created quite a scene
outside the court.

Sounded like you were ready to get
violent. What good would that do?

No. We're taking out a civil action
against all three of them.

Me and about 50 other investors.
I'll tell you something for nothing.

That Mallon woman,
real piece of work. In what way?

Husband stands by her right through
the trial, then she gets off,

dumps him and takes him to the
cleaners in the divorce.

No-one screwed anyone over.

We just both took out
what we put in.

Which wasn't a lot
in my case, it's true.

University lecturers
don't tend to rake in the cash.

But, hey,
we're not in it for the money.

Much like police officers.

You're sure it was Camilla this
person meant to k*ll?

It's a definite possibility, yeah.

God. I just can't
get my head round it.

It was pretty frightening
when people made threats.

But neither of us
really believed them.

So you and your wife,
you separated after the trial?

And you both moved out of the house?
Yeah, that's right.

There was no bad feeling?
No row about who got what?

No, nothing like that, why?

You're kidding?

You think I'm a suspect?

These are just routine questions.

I was married to Camilla for five
years. I do know where she lives.

And I certainly know
what she looks like.

I'm hardly going to mix her up
with someone else, am I?

We spoke to about a dozen investors

who made explicit threats.

But so far none of them
really jump out.

It's gonna take months
to track down the rest.

The ex-husband couldn't narrow it?
No.

He wasn't interested in his wife's
business. Typical healthy marriage.

This is interesting. Half an hour
before the Lerners were k*lled,

a Ford Focus has an encounter
with a lamp post two streets away.

The driver of the vehicle
abandons it. Thank you.

And the vehicle is towed away
the following morning.

And this is relevant how?

Well, it's relevant because
said Ford Focus

is registered to a Mr Lucas Boyd.

Our lady banker's ex.

Bet he didn't mention that, did he?

I'm sorry. I know I should have
told you about the crash.

So why didn't you?

I didn't think it was relevant.

And, well, to be honest,
I'd had a few drinks.

But I just took the corner too fast.

No-one else was involved.

This isn't about the drink driving,
Mr Boyd.

Just tell us what happened.
Sure.

Um...

I met up with a few colleagues in a
bar in Putney.

And...I was driving home with Josh.

Josh Shelton.
He teaches sports science.

And...

it turns out
we should have got a cab.

So you were a five-minute walk
from your old house?

I suppose so.

It's a bit odd that you were in the
same area the same night.

Not really. I live in Colliers Wood
just up the road.

So after the crash, Josh and yourself
just headed home, yeah? Yeah.

Well, Josh took a cab to his. I...

I felt I needed some air,
so I walked.

Lucas said he drove you home, Josh.

I was wasted.

I didn't realise how far gone
Lucas was until we got in the car.

Two pint is his limit,
he's the designated driver.

But Saturday was different.

He was a man on a mission.
About time, too.

How come? The bloke's been divorced
almost 18 months.

We kept telling him to relax a bit,
have some fun.

Tell me about the accident.

Not much to tell.
Lucas was driving too fast.

Lost control round a bend,
wrapped us round a lamp post.

I banged my shoulder, but nothing
too serious. What about Lucas?

He smacked his head
against the steering wheel.

Might even have knocked himself out.

But he came round after a few
minutes and said he'd walk it off.

Beer. Natural anaesthetic.

The mate backs up Lucas's story
about the crash.

But he couldn't be sure

which direction he headed off in
afterwards.

Back in the days when I was drinking,

I once went on a bender for three
days.

Aside from the train ticket to Hull,

and a receipt for two hedge trimmers,

it's still a complete blank.

Anyway, once I'd staggered home,

it took me about half an hour to
realise

I was standing at the wrong house.
I lived two doors down.

You think Lucas went to
his old house by mistake?

I don't know but he was
paralytic drunk,

he'd had a bang on the head,
it is a possibility.

But he was used to there being a
security door

so maybe that made him go through a
window. Why k*ll the Lerners?

If he was still drunk enough
to think he lived in that house...

Maybe it wasn't such an amicable
divorce after all.

Obviously I can't go into details,

but the fact is he never said
a bad word about her.

In my experience, divorce normally
brings out the worst in people.

Trust me, it does.

But Lucas, Mr Boyd,
he couldn't have been nicer.

That must have made your job
a lot easier.

To be honest, it was
a bit frustrating. Why's that?

They'd been married five years,
he was entitled to half the house.

But he didn't want
to fight her for it.

Right. And have you had
any more dealings with him?

Yeah, when he was buying his flat,
he asked me to do the conveyancing.

But I only do family law
so I passed him on to a colleague.

When was the last time
you spoke to him? A few days ago.

He'd read about those people getting
k*lled in his old house,

said he'd been having these vivid
nightmares about it.

When you say "vivid nightmares",

he was dreaming that he'd been
m*rder*d in his old house?

No. In the dreams he isn't the one
who gets k*lled.

He's the k*ller.

I keep telling you I was drunk.

I don't remember anything after the
crash.

You had a blackout?
I don't know. I guess.

Just take a look at the photographs
for me, please, Lucas, if you will.

Why would I do that to those people?
I didn't even know them.

I'm not saying that you went there
intending to k*ll them.

Maybe it was a mistake.
What kind of mistake?

I know how it can be.
You have a little too much to drink.

You do things you regret.
I'm not an alcoholic.

This was a one-off.

Don't you think I'd remember
doing something like that?

Not necessarily.

This is crazy. I didn't do this.

I couldn't.

OK, what about the next morning,
then?

Lucas, you had blood on your clothes,
yes?

Well, yes, I cut my head in the
accident. Of course there was blood.

Maybe there was more blood
than there should have been.

No.

No, there wasn't.

What did you do with the clothes?
I washed them.

I don't know anything about how
these people d*ed.

OK.

So, what is it that you see
in your dreams?

In my dreams?
Yeah.

You're joking?

Well, you have dreamed about
k*lling them, haven't you?

So you tell me in your dream
how do you get into the house?

You don't have a key.

What do you do?
Do you look for a spare? Or...

..try and get in through a window?

You know what I think, Lucas?

I think you started to walk home.

Without realising,
you ended up at your old house.

I think he could be on the verge.

Then this should push him over.

Prints a match.

You certainly don't notice
that your old security door

has been taken away.

How would I know that?
I haven't been there since we moved.

That's just it.

That's why we went, isn't it?

He's our k*ller.

And he doesn't
even remember doing it.

Given the seriousness of the crime
and frenzied nature of the att*ck,

we apply for a remand into custody.

My Lord, Mr Boyd
has no history of violent behaviour.

He is a well-respected university
lecturer

with strong ties to the local
community.

But with no immediate family nearby

and a double m*rder charge hanging
over him,

neither of which provide much
incentive to stick around.

Bail is refused.

Mr Boyd, you will be remanded into
custody.

He's in a state of shock.

He's hardly a flight risk.

Another of your lost lambs?

The man has been completely
steam-rollered by the police.

There's still his thumbprint
in the victims' blood. Partial.

Which means
it's only a partial match.

Close enough to satisfy an expert.
Assuming you can use it as evidence.

Why wouldn't we be?

Because of the way it was obtained.

Lucas Boyd was arrested purely to
allow

the police to take his fingerprints.

Because they had reasonable
suspicion

based on a reliable witness
statement.

A second-hand account of a dream.

An account that came from Lucas
Boyd's own solicitor.

Are you claiming privilege?
Of course.

It was a personal phone call.
It's a bit of a long sh*t. We'll see.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
Jacob.

Did you learn nothing
from our time together?

Mags was my mistress.
Pupil mistress.

And you thought
you knew it all even then.

My Lord, the rules on legal
professional privilege protect

all communications between a
solicitor and his or her client.

That may be so but the fact remains

that the witness was not under
instruction by the defendant.

Miss Byers had previously handled my
client's divorce.

So it's reasonable to assume that if
he required further legal advice,

she would be the person
that he would call.

As he in fact did.

He made a personal phone call during
which he discussed the murders.

He disclosed personal information

believing it would be treated as
confidential.

To use it as grounds for arrest was
unlawful,

so the fingerprints the police
subsequently obtained

cannot be used as evidence.
I accept your logic, Ms Rumsfield,

but issues of confidentiality aside,

the print obtained from Mr Boyd
proved to be a match.

As I'm sure you're aware,

partial prints have been known to be
misleading.

Less so, when combined
with bloodstains, My Lord.

DNA from both victims
has now been retrieved

from the defendant's clothing

which Miss Rumsfield appears
to have conveniently forgotten.

That would certainly seem
to reduce the margin for error.

Ms Rumsfield,
your application is refused.

My client will be relying on a
defence of non-insane automatism.

I don't understand!
We know he k*lled them!

He's not even denying it.

So why isn't he pleading guilty?

It all comes down to intention.

To get a verdict of m*rder,

we have to show that Lucas Boyd
meant to k*ll your parents.

He stabbed them over a dozen times.

Of course he meant to k*ll them.

But because he didn't know them
and had no obvious motive,

the defence say he didn't know
what he was doing. So what?

They're still dead.

My mum and dad are gone
because of him

whether he knew what he was doing or
not. Exactly.

And we're going to make sure the jury
don't forget that.

I never met those people.

I've no idea why...

How does it make you feel?

I have nightmares.

All the time.

It's like I'm there. I can see them.

But I still don't know why.

And I don't even know
if the nightmares are true.

I don't even know if I did it.

You still don't remember?

So what do you remember?

We'd been to a bar.

Josh and I left together.

I remember music playing in the car.

Then I must have swerved or
something.

I hit a lamp post

and I hit my head.

Then Josh hailed a cab.

And what did you do?

I thought I walked home.

But you didn't.

I don't know.

An alcoholic blackout
combined with the head injury

could have set off his associative
episode.

It's possible he didn't know what he
was doing

and genuinely
doesn't remember it now.

Even if he had a blackout,
he caused it by drinking.

So he's still guilty
of manslaughter.

Except with multiple factors, we
can't say which one triggered it.

If it's the head injury,
that's a different story.

So he could walk?

Never mind the dead couple
he left lying in their own blood.

Are we missing the obvious here?

The guy got drunk,

got worked up,
went looking for his ex,

but ended up at the wrong house
because he was pissed.

He knew exactly what he was doing, he
just did it to the wrong people.

There's no conscious motive for
wanting to k*ll the ex-wife.

Maybe he regretted he'd let her walk
off with the money.

This was bloody and frenzied.

I'd say the motivation
was more primal.

Well, money or passion,
they both take us back to the ex.

No, not Lucas.

It's crazy.

Do you still see each other?

Occasionally.

We've...tried to remain civilised
through everything.

Just because we're no longer
together

doesn't mean I don't care about him.

You must have both been under a great
deal of pressure with the trial?

It wasn't like that.

I know what you're trying to do.

You think Lucas must be harbouring

some kind of seething resentment
against me.

But it's not true.

The marriage just wasn't working.

Yes, I instigated divorce
proceedings

but it was completely amicable.

According to his solicitor,

Lucas only agreed to the divorce
because it was Camilla's idea.

That was the basis
of their relationship.

She said, "Jump",
he said, "How high?"

So 18 months later, he has to accept
she's not coming back.

He thinks about those years
being treated like dirt. He cracks.

The husband scorned,
that we can work with.

So in your professional opinion,
Miss Byers,

if anyone had grounds for divorce, it
would have been your client Mr Boyd?

That's correct. There had been

multiple examples of unreasonable
behaviour.

They hadn't been on holiday
for three years,

because his wife hadn't wanted to
take the time off work.

And their sexual relationship
had ended some time before

because of Ms Mallon's
intimacy issues.

Yet in the end, he not only agreed to
let her divorce him,

but he also agreed to an 80/20 split
of their assets.

Do you know why he chose this course
of action?

He told me he wanted to give
his wife whatever she wanted.

Then perhaps she'd realise
she was making a mistake.

So he didn't actually want the
divorce to go through? No.

And yet the divorce did go through?

And Mr Boyd was left with nothing
but a burning sense of injustice...

My Lord, Mr Thorne is indulging in
lurid speculation.

Save it for your closing speech,
Mr Thorne.

Certainly, My Lord.

I'm merely pointing out that the
defence of automatism

implies that Mr Boyd experienced

a total loss of control over his
actions,

whereas harbouring a grudge

and deciding to k*ll your ex-wife
is a very different matter

whether you end up in the right house
or not.

Have you ever had a drunken
blackout?

Lost a few hours here and there
as a student.

I threw up in someone's garden.
Nice.

But your expert agrees it could have
been a disassociative episode.

In theory. But now we've shown Boyd

had a motive for wanting his wife
dead,

the automatism defence seems too
convenient.

So is this where you soften me up,
try to get me to lower the charges?

Nothing so gauche. I'm simply buying
you a drink to say thank you.

OK. Thank you for what?

Establishing
my client's new defence.

We're changing to loss of control

as a result
of Battered Person Syndrome.

Right. Who's supposed
to have battered who?

It appears Mr Boyd

was subjected to sustained mental
and emotional abuse

throughout his marriage.

But like many victims, was unable to
admit it, even to himself.

Fortunately, your witness was able
to bring the situation to light.

Come off it, Mags.

Male spousal abuse
is a serious issue, Jacob.

So it'd be highly unethical
to use it as a cynical ploy.

Absolutely. But what we have here
is a genuine tragedy.

Lucas Boyd was as much a victim
as the people he k*lled.

Try and tell that to their daughter.

Battered Person Syndrome?

Hoist by your own petard.
She's taken your motive

and turned it into a defence.
Why not stick with automatism?

At least she had a chance of a
complete acquittal.

Failing that, she could have pushed
for manslaughter.

What it does is paint Boyd as a
victim.

With an unsympathetic jury,
he could be looking at m*rder.

But now instead of an angry bloke,

he becomes a nice guy who knocked his
head and finally snapped

after years of mental cruelty.
It won't work.

He didn't k*ll his so-called abuser.
He k*lled the Lerners.

Battered Person Syndrome is no
defence against k*lling strangers.

But so long as he believed he was
k*lling his ex,

Mags can argue that the history of
abuse is relevant.

Then you'll have to redress the
balance.

I want him put away for m*rder.

The sad truth is, in our society,

male spousal abuse is still largely
treated as a joke.

And would you say the defendant fits
the profile of an abused spouse?

Absolutely.

Lucas was repeatedly
criticised and humiliated

in front of friends and family.

His ex-wife controlled the finances

and would frequently withhold
money and sex

as a means of control and punishment.

So he must have hated his wife?

On the contrary,
he loved her very much.

He was desperate for Camilla
to become more affectionate

and for them to forge
a healthier relationship.

And yet he wanted her dead?

There can come a point where the
victim realises

he must break free of his abuser.

By violent means if necessary.

And in your opinion,

is that what happened on the night
of the murders?

Yes. I believe so.

Dr Bligh,

how common is it for victims of
spousal abuse

to ultimately k*ll his or her abuser?

Not that common.

But in some cases... People who've
been through a painful divorce

frequently get drunk and get angry
about the past, do they not?

Yes, of course. But...

Nothing more, My Lord.

Lucas,

is it true that your ex-wife
abandoned you

in the middle of your honeymoon

because she decided to return to
work early?

She was negotiating a big deal.

She said it was bad timing.

And was it bad timing

when you locked yourself out
one night after a faculty party

and Camilla
refused to open the door?

She had an early meeting

so she'd asked me not to wake her.

So you were left out
in the cold and rain

and had to resort to forcing a
window

and climbing into your own home?

Like a burglar? Despite the fact
that your wife was inside?

She...

She felt bad the next day.
And it only happened once.

How many times did she tell you
you should get a better-paid job

because she was sick
of supporting you?

Camilla had very high standards.

Something I loved about her.

And how often did she tell you
she loved you?

She did tell you she loved you?

You were married after all.

You were meant to be sharing a life
together.

Camilla found it hard
to be affectionate.

And that could be hurtful sometimes.

But I knew that she cared about me.

And I loved her...

very much.

No further questions, My Lord.

Let's leave it there, Mr Thorne.

We'll resume at 10:00am on Monday
with your cross-examination.

Of course, My Lord.

Court will rise!

Camilla!

Camilla!

You can't let him upset you.

Did you hear what he said?

The depressing thing is
the jury seem to be buying it.

A lot of men feel emasculated by
a woman being the main breadwinner.

Never understood it myself.
I'd like to be a kept man.

Sadly, Mrs Sharpe is not amenable.

So it all comes down to how many of
the jury resent their wives?

How many heart strings Mags pulls.

Sounds like she played a blinder.

Yep, the wronged husband
intent on defending

the abusive wife till the bitter end.

It's a clever choice.

What if he was wronged?

What do you mean?
I don't know.

I saw Camilla with Josh Shelton
outside the court.

Was he offering her support in her
hour of need?

He wasn't snogging her outside the
Old Bailey if that's what you mean.

Far from it.
From the way they were arguing,

I got the impression...

Lovers' tiff?

If Lucas thought Camilla
had a lover...

It's a big "if".

Then it could explain why he k*lled
David as well as Elaine.

Mags can hardly run loss of control

based on him finding out his wife
was having an affair.

The judge would
throw it out of court.

OK, then we talk to Camilla.

But if I've got to poke around
in the intimate details

of the woman's love life, you're
coming with me.

I know you must think
I'm some kind of monster.

After all the things
they've said about me. But...

you have no idea.

I tried.

I really tried.

When we first met,
Lucas seemed so...

gentle and sweet.

And then I started
to see how needy he was.

He needed constant reassurance.

He wouldn't believe
that I wanted to be with him.

He was convinced
that I was going to leave him

or that I must be sleeping with
other men.

Yes, I know.

But he didn't even want me
to see my friends.

Tell them about the night
he broke in.

Lucas told you I locked him out.

But that's not what happened.

I managed to persuade him that...

we needed some time apart.

And he agreed to stay
with a friend for a few days.

I went to bed and I put the dead
bolt on the door.

I woke up at 2:00 in the morning

to find him standing at the foot of
the bed.

Sobbing.

He had broken
through the kitchen window

and he was holding a Kn*fe.

He told me that if...

..if I didn't let him come home,
then he'd k*ll himself.

And you believed him?

Part of me thought it was an act.

But I could never be sure
and that's why I stayed.

But then I met Josh and...

I knew I had to leave.

For my own sanity.

I just...

never knew how
to tell Lucas about us.

You're sure he doesn't already know?

No, there's no way.

We were very careful.
We'd never go out in London.

And if we go away for a weekend,
we travel separately.

Even now after all this time?

Camilla is still scared
about what he might do to himself.

Maybe we're wrong.

If Lucas knew all this time
why wait till now to do something?

He can't keep his emotions in check.

What if we're looking at it
backwards?

What if it wasn't slow-burning
resentment?

What if something happened the night
of the murders to trigger it?

He got drunk and hit his head.
But why did he get drunk?

He never usually drinks more than two
pints.

What was different that night?
He got drunk on purpose?

Maybe he just found out something
upsetting

and needed to get hammered.

When he drove into a lamp post
that could have been deliberate?

You didn't have plans this weekend,
did you?

The police took statements
from all the guys

at the bar with Lucas and Josh.

And nobody spoke to Lucas about
anything more personal

than football and university league
tables.

However, they all commented
that Lucas started drinking heavily

as soon as he got to the bar.

Josh was adamant that no-one at work
knew about him and Camilla.

Then he must have found out earlier.
But how?

100 different ways.
Maybe Lucas saw them together.

Maybe Josh turned up for work
smelling of Camilla's perfume?

Let's stick to things we can prove,
shall we?

What did Josh say about the early
part of the evening? Not much.

He was coaching a rugby match,

was running late, so he came
straight round to Lucas's,

checked a few urgent e-mails,
took a shower, drove to the bar.

Checked his e-mails?

What, on his phone?
I presume so, but I can check.

Great. You hungry?

I'm starving.

Listen to this.

Josh's phone was low on batteries
so he borrowed Lucas's laptop.

I checked with the police tech guys
who went over Lucas's computer.

You got hold of them on a Saturday?
Technology never sleeps.

They called up Lucas's history

and it showed Josh logged onto his
web-based e-mail account at 6:20,

sent a few e-mails,
then closed it down.

Ten minutes later,
someone went back online

and bought a printer cartridge using
Lucas Boyd's credit card details,

then they called up and logged
straight into Josh's e-mail account.

So Lucas went looking
for incriminating e-mails?

He probably just went to log on,
but cos Josh hadn't logged out,

just closed the window... Lucas went
straight into his account.

And saw an inbox full of e-mails
from Miss Moneypenny.

When he opened one
it would be obvious it was Camilla.

So much for discretion.
Yeah.

Miss Moneypenny
and Scrummy Half,

not to mention all the references to
"L" coping since the divorce.

It's not exactly the Enigma Code.

Also Josh never clears his inbox.

So the e-mails go back three years.

Lucas would have realised
everything.

Which gives us sexual jealousy
and revenge.

We can get him for m*rder.

Mr Boyd,

it's clear that despite the end of
your marriage

you still have very strong feelings
about your ex-wife.

Yes, I do.

Even during the divorce proceedings,

you were hoping to salvage
the relationship?

I hoped we might be able
to work things out.

It must have come as a shock then

to find out that she'd been
unfaithful

and was in fact sleeping with a
colleague of yours behind your back?

A terrible shock, in fact.

My Lord, this is pure conjecture
on the part of Mr Thorne.

These allegations are
in no way based on fact.

On the contrary. I wish to enter
into evidence

a printout of the e-mail
correspondence

between Josh Shelton
and Camilla Mallon.

A correspondence which clearly
documents

the couple's three-year-long
relationship

and which was seen by Mr Boyd
on the night he m*rder*d the Lerners.

Was it not, Mr Boyd?
I don't...

Did you or did you not access

Josh Shelton's e-mail account on that
night? I'm not sure.

After you saw the e-mails
you started drinking

to work up courage to confront your
so-called friend. I was upset.

So you waited till you had Mr Shelton
alone in the car,

and then you attempted to drive him
into a lamp post.

After that you went
to find your ex-wife. No.

No, it was a mistake.
I lost control of the car.

We've heard a great deal about loss
of control during this trial.

The defence would have us believe
that because of your loss of control

you cannot be held accountable
for your actions.

But let's just stop and look at those
actions. Shall we?

David and Elaine Lerner...

were asleep in bed when you broke
into their home.

You armed yourself with this chisel

and then stabbed them both brutally,

and repeatedly, until they were dead.

Of this there is no doubt.

Your clothes were covered in the
victims' DNA

and your thumb print was found in
Elaine's blood

on the wall above the bed.
But I didn't mean to.

We know you didn't mean to k*ll the
Lerners

because your intended victims were
your supposed friend and ex-wife.

The trouble is you had to get drunk
in order to go through with it.

And became so intoxicated that you
mistakenly broke into your old house

where, consumed
with rage and jealousy,

you brutally m*rder*d two innocent
strangers!

David and Elaine Lerner!

Believing them to be your ex-wife
and her lover.

No.

No, that isn't what happened.

I was upset, yeah.

OK, but I had a right to be.

I'd have done anything for you.

You know that.

And all the time, you were with him.

I had...I had to show you
how much you'd hurt me.

When I realised
it wasn't you in the bed,

I was so relieved.

I love you so much, Camilla.

If I'd k*lled you,

I couldn't have lived with myself.

And yet you feel no such guilt
about the Lerners?

Would the defendant please stand?

Members of the jury,

have you reached a verdict upon
which you are all agreed?

Yes.

On count one,
the m*rder of Elaine Lerner.

Do you find the defendant Mr Boyd
guilty...

..or not guilty?

Guilty.

And on count two,

the m*rder of David Lerner,

do you find the defendant Mr Boyd
guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

'Talk about passive aggressive.'

The guy was still controlling
his ex-wife

two years after their divorce

and he's allowed to accuse her of
mental abuse.

Given how things ended up, aggressive
definitely won over passive.

Do you think Lucas knew he'd done it
all along?

Maybe he only started remembering
during the trial.

That's one hell of a flashback.