03x12 - Dawn Till Dusk

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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.

How many weeks now? Three.

Or four, depending upon which midwife you talk to.

It's your first, isn't it? Yeah, little boy.

Where are you having him? College Hospital, in town.

Well, word of advice, son when they offer her dr*gs, say yes.

When we had Flavia, my wife wanted a birthing pool, whale music.

First contraction, her face turns red, her back arches, she let out a howl I swear was not human.

Cheers.

I'll remember that.

Talking about saying yes to dr*gs you okay there, sir? Yeah, fine.

Do you think maybe there was an office party last night? Well, if there was, this one's had enough time to sleep it off.

Sir, you need to move your car.

Cockadoodle doo! Rise and shine! Bloody hell! Square Mile.

God, look at me.

I'm still shaking.

Yeah, well, take it easy.

You said you'd I.

D.

ed him.

Yeah, according to the license, he's one Derek Strachan.

Not a robbery, though.

Still had 80 quid in it.

Right.

Did anyone see anything at all, do you know? Just the last of the party people over there.

Fine, okay.

Mr.

Clive Cooke, here, missed the last tube home.

Right.

Hello, Mr.

Cooke.

Celebrating something, sir? Yeah, the firm had closed a big deal.

I was dancing on the desk, one minute.

The next thing I know, I'm waking up in a stationery cupboard and everyone's gone home.

What time was that? The sun was just coming up, so late.

Well, some would call it early, wouldn't they, sir? Detectives! Just hang on for me, though, please.

All right, Pete? What you got? Looks like he had company.

Or a secret he only shared at weekends.

No, there's a blouse here as well, couple of buttons ripped off.

Maybe he got a bit rough, she didn't like it.

What, and then produced a g*n? Beats pepper spray.

Wound size looks too small for a p*stol.

Maybe an air g*n? Maybe.

However, a half-naked woman running through London shouldn't take long to find.

You're not wrong.

And, in this weather, I hope he had warm hands.

Her name's Louise Dawson.

She claims this was her first date with Strachan.

Blimey.

I hope she didn't want a second.

Well, she ran to Smithfield's market because she knew there'd be people there.

I can imagine what a half-naked woman did - For trade this morning.

- Just get her story.

I'm going to try and contact Strachan's next of kin.

I'd seen him a few times, serving us drinks at Asia Fusion.

It's a bar near where I work.

He seemed nice.

But not nice enough to take him home? I don't live alone.

What do you mean, Louise? What, you have a dog? I have a boyfriend.

We're both working through some issues.

Your boyfriend the jealous type? Not anymore.

What are you saying? God, it wasn't him! You any idea who it might've been? No! Some bloke just sh*t Derek from across the road.

Okay.

Louise, would you mind sitting with one of our officers? He can help you put together an efit of the man who sh*t Derek.

Looks like Harry Hill.

I'll ring his agent, have him arrested.

Excellent.

Case closed.

I'll tell Derek's family.

Ange, how you getting on? Hundreds of CCTV cameras, but they belong to loads of different private businesses.

Trying to get hold of it all is going to take the rest of the day.

It's one of the busiest parts of London and no one sees a man get sh*t in a car? That time in the morning, Guv, the place is deserted.

Means we're going to have to get out there and pound some pavement.

Derek left about 2:00, 2:30.

Was he alone? No.

No, he hooked up with this city chick.

And the manager's happy to let him just clock off when he wants, yeah? Yeah, he knows how it works.

Look, there's a lot of rich, attractive city girls round here, need to let off steam once in a while.

You're quite happy to be the, pressure valve? We all are.

If one of us gets a hit, we cover for each other.

Look, I'm not traveling the world for the cultural experience.

Just the wine, women, and song, yeah? Don't judge me.

At least I'm single.

Meaning what? Derek.

He's got a girlfriend.

Chloe, we found Derek in his car.

Must've been on his way home.

Yeah, he wasn't alone.

He wasn't cheating on me.

He wouldn't do that to me.

I think maybe sometimes it's possible that Derek wasn't completely honest with you.

Yeah.

I thought it was just a phase.

He didn't love any of them.

He loved me.

He would've stopped, once we got engaged.

He would've.

Yeah, absolutely.

I'm sure you're right.

I think Chloe's just hurt.

Derek Strachan might've been young and stupid, but I don't think she'd have him sh*t for it, that's for sure.

All right, who else is going to be knocking around the Square Mile at that time in the morning? I dunno.

Late-night office do, celebrating a big deal.

What about our man in the stationery cupboard? Clive Cooke? Yeah.

Maybe he wasn't the only one that missed the last tube home.

We'd just secured a deal that should see us through the next year.

I thought everyone deserved to let their hair down.

What time did you leave the party? Just before 4:00? I was in a cab at quarter past.

Company commercial PR work means sometimes living on a couple of hours' sleep a night.

And do you use a regular cab rank? There's one near Liverpool Street Station.

I walked there.

And did you see or hear anything unusual? No, sorry.

Can't say I did.

Have you ever seen this man? Not last night.

But you have seen him? Yes.

He followed me a few weeks ago when I was heading home.

I thought he was a pervert, so I confronted him, got ready to do some serious damage with a stiletto.

What did he do? Run a mile, I bet.

Yes, as a matter of fact, he did.

Jumped into a Mondeo, drove straight through a red light.

Clearly had no idea what he'd taken on.

No, clearly not.

Thank you.

Yes, thank you, miss Hayes.

If you want to know anything else, detective, just call me.

She'd eat you for breakfast.

Yeah, and I'd let her.

We must get Ange to add those traffic cameras on her list.

There's got to be thousands of Mondeos in London.

Hopefully, one of them, though, has just jumped a red light.

- Lima one, - Lima three! Disturbance at 312 Prospect Place DC2, fifth floor.

Do you speak police? Lima one, Lima one.

Lima three, respond.

Is that near here? I'll tell you what it's literally just round the corner there.

Come on.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

It's the cavalry, love.

Come on.

What floor was it? I think she said the fifth.

I thought she said 15th.

No, I think it was the fifth.

Stairs.

I hope to God I'm right.

Come on, Ronnie! Fifth floor, it is.

Thank God for that! Oi! Oi! Get back! Who the hell are you?! Get off me! Get back, sir.

Step away and calm down.

We are police officers.

I need you to calm down.

Hello, sir.

Hello, sir.

Can you hear me? Can you call an ambulance, please, love.

He's still breathing.

Why did he s*ab you, mister? Roach.

I'm Abraham Roach and he's he's my brother, Carl.

Your brother stabbed you? Yeah, so I hit him with the nearest thing I could get my hands on.

Which was what? That paperweight there.

Okay.

Well, once that's stitched, you're going to have to come down the station and make a statement.

I was just defending myself.

How is he? Your brother's on his way to St.

John's.

He's critical, but stable.

Okay.

Tommy, sorry to ask you.

Happy to be the officer in charge for me here, please? Well, just this once, Ron.

Email me your witness statements through as soon as you can I'll take it from there, okay? Thanks, Tommy.

Appreciate that.

I owe you one.

Just that I've got to be clocked out by 6:00, at the latest.

Yeah? Have a date, do we? I do, indeed.

With a leather chair in the director's box at Upton Park.

How'd you swing that? Friends who know friends, you know.

More to the point, why'd you swing that? See, that's totally unnecessary, isn't it? Doors closing.

You boys leave a city DC to mop up a job this morning? Yeah, why? Just a family argument went a bit wonky.

Well, they're pushing for it to come over here and you're going to have to investigate.

No, look, if I leave this paperwork any longer, Guv, I won't be able to see the dartboards.

Just two brothers having a row.

Why do we have to get involved? Because Carl Roach, the brother with the head wound, d*ed when he reached the hospital and that makes it m*rder and that puts it on your desk.

It was self-defense.

My client doesn't need to say anything more here.

Well, no, you're right, he doesn't need to, but Mr.

Roach has admitted attacking his brother with a w*apon.

What, a paperweight? A heavy, metal paperweight, which, according to witnesses, your client brought down on his brother's head "with great force.

" I urge you not to say anything.

No, I want to.

Carl and I run an office catering company, corporate clients.

It's been Faltering these last few months and I done a deal with a bigger company to buy us out.

We would've lost a little money, but most of the staff would've kept their jobs.

He thought I'd betrayed him, betrayed everyone.

So what happened this morning? He found out and he came at me with a letter opener, stabbed me in the shoulder.

I grabbed the nearest thing.

And I I hit him.

See, gentlemen? Self-defense.

God.

I k*lled my own brother.

It's a cab rank.

Well, near Liverpool Street, yeah.

Well, just if you can get me a list of any regular cabbies that use it, that'd be great.

Cath? Hey, Sam.

What are you up to? I'm at work.

No, that's fine, thank you.

Yeah, I'm quite busy, as it goes.

So who's going to have Ben tonight? I can't look after Ben tonight.

I've already said.

If you can get it, email it to me, that'd be great, thanks.

Well, two m*rder cases, for a start.

- Sam.

- Hang on.

Hello? Yeah, I'm going to put you on hold.

Cath.

Cath! Look, we need to sort this.

Cath, I've got to go.

Don't you hang up.

Trouble and strife? She can't expect me to drop everything whenever she needs a babysitter.

I've just had a call from Camden.

They've got a Roland Hextor at their station.

Do we know a Roland Hextor? Well, he drives a blue Ford Mondeo and he's just gone through a red light near Camden Loch.

If you tell me he's got thick-rimmed glasses, Ange, you can come to the West Ham match tonight.

Well, he has got thick-rimmed glasses, actually, but you're all right, ta.

I don't understand.

This is for a red light? No.

Mr.

Hextor, we're here to talk to you about a m*rder.

Well, I haven't seen anything I'd remember.

Did no one at Camden station explain why we wanted to see you? No.

Right.

Well, you see, Roland, we don't think you're a witness.

We're arresting you on suspicion of the m*rder of Derek Strachan.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention, when questioned, something which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

We can call you a solicitor, if you don't have one.

I haven't done anything.

Right, were you anywhere near bank station last night? No, why would I be? Someone matching your description was seen there.

Well, it wasn't me.

Can you tell us where you were? That's none of your business.

It would help you, if you gave us an alibi.

I haven't k*lled anyone and you've no right to ask me about my private life.

Article 8 of the European Convention on Human Rights.

I think a m*rder inquiry trumps the EU conventions.

I'm not telling you where I was.

Do you recognize that man? No.

He was sh*t this morning and a witness tells us that someone once again, matching your description pulled the trigger.

I want that solicitor now.

All we've really got him on is a traffic offense.

So let's organize an I.

D.

parade.

I'll get Louise Dawson back in.

We can search Hextor's address, if you give us a Section 18, Guv.

Consider it done.

You may mock, sunshine, but we were in the F.

A.

Cup finals recently as 2006.

Really? Yeah, really.

And I was there.

Me and 70,000 others.

Millennium Stadium, Cardiff, mate.

One of the greatest cup finals of all time, they reckon.

That right? Yeah, that is right.

And we was winning, right until the last minute.

Stevie Gerard scored from 30 yards.

Takes it to extra time.

By the time penalties come, I'd lost me voice.

Ronnie.

I know you wish I'd lost me voice now.

- Ronnie.

- What? To own an air p*stol today without a license, it can't have more than Change in '88, after Hungerford.

So if it's more than that, it's illegal.

If it's less than that, it's not.

But if it is less, you wouldn't be able to sh**t someone from across the road and k*ll them, would you? No, but this looks quite old, so if it predates the '88 law change, it could be a lot more powerful.

How much more? It's not going to go through bone, but it could do some serious damage to the internal organs.

You know, Derek Strachan was sh*t through the left-hand side of the head, in the temple.

Then it's part of the skull, vulnerable soft tissue beneath.

Yeah, this could k*ll.

Right.

When will you know for sure? Once I get the pellet back from the PM.

Should be here any minute.

Well, if we've got a match, we're game on.

If you can get a match.

Mr.

Hextor's not the only person in London to own an air p*stol.

Well, no, that's true, but, then, we have witness statements, we have the g*n.

I'd say the evidence is beginning - to pile up, wouldn't you? - Witness statements? What, like the I.

D.

parade I just watched? It might be him.

Then again, it might not.

Well, Mr.

Hextor does have pretty distinctive features.

He drives a blue Mondeo.

As do thousands of others.

This is all circumstantial.

Hate to say it, but he's right.

Don't you start.

Detective Inspector, you are going to want to read this.

All he's really done is jumped a red light.

Hardly a case for the Major Investigations Unit.

But he is a suspect in a m*rder inquiry.

sh*t! Now, if he could just tell us where he was this morning My client has no comment to make on that subject.

Stop the interview.

Interview terminated at 11:55.

Okay, Mr.

Hextor, you're free to go.

At last! Come on.

I will be in touch about you wasting my client's time.

I'll look forward to that.

What happened? Ballistics report.

Strachan was sh*t with an air r*fle, not an air p*stol, which means that our prime suspect is free to leave and our k*ller is still out there.

A female witness who was with the victim when he was sh*t this morning picked the suspect from an I.

D.

parade.

Short hair, distinctive glasses.

Roland Hextor.

Was she sure? At first, and then she picked out someone else, who looked similar.

Sounds a little flakey.

There is a lot of evidence, but it's all circumstantial.

Same car, same appearance, owns an air p*stol.

What do the police want us to do? Well, D.

I.

Chandler wants Roland Hextor locked up until we can prove it, one way or the other.

Not sure we're allowed to do that.

Will you please sit down? Sorry.

I always get like this when the jury's out.

Yvette Dyer made a very impressive closing speech.

The kids who stabbed the teacher, Gareth Markham and Geoffrey Green? Yeah.

I thought you said that was a back-of-the-net.

They always make me more nervous.

Do you want me to do the pcms this afternoon? No, thanks.

I want to be around court in case the jury come back.

I just got a call from Yvette Dyer.

We've got to go see her now.

What's happened? Gareth Markham, one of the teenagers from the m*rder trial you wrapped up this morning, is claiming he was intimidated.

By a detective.

If my client was intimidated by a police officer, you have a responsibility to investigate.

He's made this up, hoping somebody will believe him, and you've fallen for it.

One of your key prosecution arguments was Mr.

Markham's interview.

"Mr.

Markham"? You mean this thing here? It places both defendants at the scene of the crime if it's brought into question, you have no case.

Of course we do.

"Mr.

" Gareth Markham and his mate stabbed their head teacher and, now, when we're on the verge of winning, this comes up.

You're just looking for any way out, aren't you? What if he's telling the truth? I'm going to argue that the jury be discharged and the case thrown out.

I bet your head of chambers is loving this, isn't he? He knows he's about to lose and he hopes this ridiculous about-face might just save him.

That's unfair.

Donald did nothing to encourage this.

And nothing to stop it, either.

We're taking our client at his word.

So we have to do all the legwork, yeah? Unbelievable.

The answer is to sort this as quickly as possible.

Gareth, who are you claiming threatened you? Det Sgt Sam Casey.

I've got better things for my detectives to be doing than digging through old case files.

We have to go back to the original evidence and prove this is a bogus case.

Bloody hell.

All right.

It is bogus, isn't it? Of course it is.

Unless you're talking about that fellow you slapped around to get that full confession Ronnie, don't even joke about this.

You got a busy enough day today, as it is.

Look, Alesha, I will dig out all the stuff you need, but this is absolute bollocks.

I interviewed Gareth Markham, he grassed up his mate, and that's all there is to it.

Where are you going? Well, I've just got a lead on the Harry Hill case.

Something that occurred six months ago, sort of ringing some bells, you know.

Have you got a minute? Yeah.

This whole case will collapse, unless we can show that Gareth Markham's lying.

Why has this come up now? Because he's desperate and he's trying anything.

Normally, a claim like this would be dismissed, but defense are pushing it, so it's up to us to prove him wrong.

You realize that, if there's any truth in this intimidation story, it's got to go to Internal Affairs? Sam could lose his job.

Yeah.

How well do you know Sam? I heard from his superintendent in Manchester he could lose his rag occasionally, but I don't want to believe someone from MIU could do this.

Reputation like that reflects on everyone.

I'm not having it.

How long have I got? I can pretend you came to me with this tomorrow morning and then I've got to make the call.

We are talking about an admission in interview obtained through intimidation.

If this is true, then I respectfully submit that my client cannot have a fair trial with this jury.

If this is true, my Lord we are going back through all the relevant papers as we speak we are confident we can dismiss this claim as false by the end of the week.

The end of the week? Surely, you can dig out the relevant interview details this afternoon.

My Lord, a policeman's professional reputation is at stake here, as well as the trial I'll give you until the end of the day.

The end of the day? Yes.

Time is ticking, Mr.

Thorne.

Tell me we're going to have something within the hour, or this case is going to disappear from under us.

Within the hour? Yes, I know.

Unbelievable.

But, sadly, I think Judge Richards fancies Yvette.

He's not the only one.

Look, you won't let it lie, will you? I'll do what I can, but what can I say? Sam doesn't file anything like I do.

Alesha, no one files anything like you do.

Yes, okay, no one files anything like I do.

Yeah, hurry up.

Well, get off the phone.

They were in Epping Forest about six months ago.

Young couple, doing a bit of an anatomy class in the woods.

Bloke jumps out, sh**t an air-r*fle pellet straight through the lad's chest.

He d*ed later internal bleeding.

Right, and someone picked Roland Hextor out of the I.

D.

parade, yeah? Yeah, we brought him in, questioned him.

Had to let him go.

Nothing stuck.

Yeah, well me about it.

Eleven hours, we had him in there for.

All he seemed to care about was getting back home to look after his mum.

He still lives with her.

That's odd.

We've got him checked out at a one-bed flat in wapping.

Well, he might've moved since, but this bloke lived in a semi in Well, he cooks for me, because of me arthritis.

It's worse of a winter.

Right.

But he doesn't live here? He has a little place he keeps to himself.

An easy commute for his job.

Where does he work? Somewhere in Westminster.

He gets the boat every day.

St.

Catherine's to Embankment Pier.

Lovely way to see the city.

He's a writer.

Yeah? Fiction? Tall stories.

I dunno.

He never really talks about it.

Photograph on your mantelpiece, there.

Mrs.

Hextor, is that Roland's dad? Yes.

In his dress uniform.

He was a handsome man.

No longer with us? Lung cancer.

Nearly 10 years ago, now.

He fought in the Falklands, you know? I think he wanted Roland to follow him into the army, but Rollie had other ideas.

Didn't fancy driving tanks for a living, no? No.

My Humphrey tried everything, even took him down to the f*ring range, taught him how to hold a g*n, how to sh**t a r*fle.

Bet there aren't many writers who can strip an M15.

I've got all the paperwork, but I'm going to need a big space to go through it all.

Try an interview room.

Thanks.

Hiya.

Hi.

Everything sorted? Not quite.

What news from the front? Well, we checked with the local Old Bill in Essex.

Blue Mondeo was nicked for speeding in Epping Forest 20 minutes after the sh**ting six months ago.

These coincidences are beginning to stack up.

Yeah, and Roland Hextor knows how to use a r*fle.

Let's see if his second interview in one day can shake him up a bit.

Right.

Sam.

You still with us? Yeah.

Pick up Roland Hextor.

This is madness.

I keep telling you, I haven't k*lled anyone! So how come, when a couple got a bit steamy in the woods, you were there to sh**t one of them in the chest?! What, do you have problems with public displays of affection, Roland? I haven't even been to Epping Forest.

It checks out.

It's your car.

It's your registration! Stop lying to us! What do you want from me? Just the truth.

Look, do you actually have anything? Because I, for one, feel I've spent too long in this room today.

The next step is his mum.

What?! Come on.

This is outrageous.

We will be inside her place, digging through her things.

Her whole life, turned upside-down.

You wouldn't.

Well, then, tell us where you were, Roland, and we can eliminate you from this inquiry, can't we? I can't.

I honestly can't.

My client is saying nothing more, until I've had a chance to talk to the CPS.

You go ahead and do that.

In the meantime, Mr.

Hextor can come with us.

We will introduce him to the custody sergeant.

Why, what's he going to do? Charge you with m*rder, Roland.

For the sh**ting dead of Derek Strachan this morning and the sh**ting of Peter Spencer six months ago.

So unless you tell us where you were, you're going to end up on remand! My client has not yet been charged.

He does have a bit of a temper.

So do I.

It's not enough to discredit an experienced detective.

No, but I am worried.

Why? There are 17 minutes unaccounted for after one of the taped interviews.

Sam's on his own with Gareth Markham.

Terminates the interview and the uniform who accompanied Markham back to his cell didn't meet him for another 17 minutes.

Could've been doing anything.

Yes, including intimidating the witness.

Because, in the next taped interview with Sam Casey, Gareth Markham admits to being at the scene of the crime.

Nothing happened.

So how do you account for the 17 minutes? Bloody hell.

He wanted a f*g before we took him back to the cells and I went with him to the cage.

On your own? Yes.

Anyone see you? A couple of uniform, on the way.

Anyone see you when he was having the cigarette? No.

No.

That doesn't mean a thing.

We'll have cameras on the cage for that period.

With sound? This is unbelievable! Yes, it is.

But do you know what, Detective? I don't care whether you lit his cigarette or b*at him senseless with an iron bar.

Right now, a respected head teacher is waiting outside court for a jury to return.

He's hoping they'll give guilty verdict against the two teenagers who stabbed him and left him for dead.

Jake, I want those kids put in jail just as much as you! Good, because, if I find out you've done anything to jeopardize that verdict, I'll be calling Internal Affairs.

I'll check the CCTV of Sam's time at the cage with Markham.

Doesn't matter with no recording of what was said, the accusation still stands.

Well, at least, we a can show Sam's telling the truth about where he was.

What if Markham says Sam knew they were on camera, so chose his words carefully? Makes no difference.

Markham still has to retract his statement.

The next matter in your Lordship's list is Crown and Hextor.

Are you Roland Hextor? Yes.

Mr.

Hextor, how do you plead to the charge of two counts of m*rder? Not guilty, your Honor.

The Crown requests that Mr.

Hextor be remanded in custody.

We have evidence he was involved in two murders and believe, if released, he may att*ck again.

My Lord, we request Mr.

Hextor is granted bail.

He is an upstanding citizen whose only crime here is a minor traffic offense.

Defendant's mother is willing to offer up the full value of her property as surety to the court.

Mr.

Carlton, I can't ignore the seriousness of the charges against your client.

Mr.

Hextor, you will be held on remand until a date can be found for you to stand trial.

What? What's next? Which brings us, my Lord, to Crown and Roach.

Are you Abraham Roach? Yes, I am.

Mr.

Roach, how do you plead to the charge of m*rder? Guilty, my Lord.

Well, Mr.

Thorne, will you give me the selected highlights of this case? Yes, I'd be delighted to, my Lord.

Now, if I could just find can you or can you not, Mr.

Thorne? Well, to be honest, my Lord, along with my learned friend here, I was expecting the plea to be not guilty.

Do either of you have any idea of what's going on here? My Lord, please, can I request a brief adjournment while I consult with my client? Jake, you've got to help me here.

He wants to plead guilty.

So let him.

That's an entire case off my workload.

But he's not guilty of m*rder.

I think his brother might disagree with you.

No, he wouldn't.

Abraham Roach defended himself, but he didn't mean to k*ll his own brother.

Your client's the one pleading guilty.

Yeah, that's because he feels guilty.

He will do, for the rest of his life.

That's not the same as being guilty in the eyes of the law.

You're in Donald Walker's chambers, aren't you? Yes.

In fact, it's said you have quite an influence over the decisions he makes.

What do you want? Is this about the teenager crying foul? Yes.

Gareth Markham.

Trying to get away with attempted m*rder because he's terrified and doesn't realize the seriousness of what he's done.

And Donald is your problem because? Because he's letting it ride and hoping that it will derail the whole trial.

For the sake of a win, Amanda.

This is not why we do this.

Well, Donald can be a little stupid, yeah.

I was going to say "myopic" when it comes to the chambers's reputation.

Well, this will do nothing but damage it, not to mention trash a policeman's career.

What do you need? I'll put an offer of manslaughter to Abraham Roach, one he'll happily plead guilty to, if you get me a meet with Donald.

Today.

I'm perfectly happy for Yvette to be dealing with this case.

She has my instructions.

Yes, Donald, but we're talking about a 3-week trial which is about to to get trashed in the next 15 minutes, unless we can prove the intimidation claim from your defendant is false.

Well, that sounds like your problem, not mine.

If you don't mind, I have a dinner engagement with Justice Pedotti.

Or you could convince your client that he should stick to telling the truth.

I beg your pardon.

Sit him down, look him in the eye, and explain, using small words, what it means to lie to a court of law.

You know, like you should've done when he first raised it.

Well, we don't think he is lying.

Rubbish.

You're letting him play the system.

I'm sure Judge Richards will be all too happy to bring the jury up to speed with your suspicions, tomorrow.

I want this sorted in the next 10 minutes, or the case can be thrown out.

As I say, your problem.

Donald! How are you? Henry.

Jolly good to see you.

I was just on my way out, ahem.

I think your senior prosecutor was trying to accuse me of something, but I'm not precisely sure of what.

Really? I thought I gave him very clear instructions he was to tell you to have a word with Gareth Markham.

Tell him, in no uncertain terms, to drop this ridiculous intimidation claim, or we'll pull your chambers in front of the bar standards board.

Of course, if we did that, I'd have to review all your barristers, to see if they were competent to be on the Attorney General's list.

What? Of course they're competent.

In the meantime, all that outsourced prosecution work would have to, um, go elsewhere.

You wouldn't.

I would.

And I will.

That is tantamount to blackmail.

Yes.

So, Mr.

Markham, you are now saying that you were not intimidated? Yes, my Lord.

Any reason given for this change of heart? I believe the seriousness of perjury was explained to the defendant by my learned friend.

Anything you'd like to add, Mr.

Markham? I wish to apologize to the court.

Then we shall consider the matter closed and resume in the morning.

Count yourself very lucky, Mr.

Markham.

Unless there's anything else? All right.

The court will rise.

Donald's spitting blood.

Not surprised.

The Cheshire? Half an hour? Yeah.

Pint of pride? Always.

Sorry to interrupt.

Apparently, Mrs.

Hextor, Roland's mum, is camped outside our office.

I've got an unsolved sh**ting in Brighton, but that was with a .

44 a*t*matic.

Well, there's an att*ck on a guy in a car in Hammersmith, but he was alone.

If Roland Hextor's a serial k*ller, then I am not seeing any pattern in this lot.

I am never going to make the kickoff at upton park, at this rate.

First time in a box seat, as well.

Can you not get there for halftime? Yeah, well, fingers crossed.

But it's not the same, is it? You know what I mean? Who's that, Cathy? Yeah.

I don't think she believes I've actually got a job.

So I finally got a hold of the CCTV from this morning, but I couldn't find the Mondeo registered to Roland Hextor anywhere near the crime scene.

What about the CCTV from Embankment Pier? Yeah, it's all ready to watch on the computer, but I'm sorry, I've got to go.

Second date, Ange? Yeah.

He hasn't let on he's an a* m*rder*r, yet, then? Well, with his pecs, I'd forgive him, ha! - All right, 'night.

- Goodnight, love.

Come on, might as well make a start.

No, no.

If you need to head off, I'll cover for you, it's all right.

No, I might as well help, while I can.

Might not have a job tomorrow.

My son would never hurt a soul.

He's not as strong as he looks, you know? Prison would be a nightmare for him.

He has no alibi, Mrs.

Hextor.

The witness statements, the matching efits, his car in Epping Forest it's all evidence against him.

What do you mean, Epping Forest? Six months ago.

His car was flashed, speeding, a few minutes' drive away from a crime scene.

It's what links him to the other m*rder.

That was me! I took the car to essex.

I was picking up Rollie's birthday present.

I didn't want Rollie to know I'd taken the car, so I paid the fine.

Rollie never knew about it.

Thought you deserved to hear it firsthand.

So does Jake still hate me? No.

He just didn't want to lose, after we'd been so close.

What about you? I don't hate you either.

I will, if you don't get your backside in gear and help me with this.

That's his way of saying he likes you, too.

'Night, Ron.

Night-night, Alesha.

Thank you.

Okay.

So, it was Mrs.

Hextor driving the car in Epping Forest, but everything else still leads to our friend Roland, no? Have a look at this.

What do you think of that? What time was that? About 8:30 last night.

Now, there's Roland.

But you see this guy here? I recognize him, but I don't know where from.

If that's the routine, we can get down the pier in time to meet him.

Yeah, we can.

Hopefully, the game will be a nil-nil draw, I'll be able to get to the replay.

Don't let anyone tell me the score.

The uniform who took Markham back to his cell from the cage, he, he said he'd meet me there, but he was late.

He'd been on a lads' night out, had one too many and a dodgy biryani and it's all right, son, you don't have to explain everything to me.

Here's our man.

Good evening, sir.

Det Sgt Brooks.

Do you mind answering a few questions? No.

Certainly.

Thank you.

Your name? Julian West.

Why do you want to know? Mr.

West, do you know a Roland Hextor? What's this about? Has something happen to him? It's part of an ongoing inquiry.

Do you know where he was in the early hours of this morning, sir? What ongoing inquiry? It's a m*rder investigation.

My God.

Well, he's refusing to give an alibi for his whereabouts between the hours of midnight and 6:00 A.

M.

this morning.

If he can give us that alibi, we can let him go and get on with our investigation, sir.

He was with me.

Or, at least, I was with him.

He as this tiny, little flat in wapping.

Yeah, we've seen it.

He's terrified of the press finding out about us.

Did he quote article 8 to you? Yes, he mentioned it.

Rollie's taken it upon himself to protect us against any invasion into our private life.

You're the MP, aren't you, sir? Backbencher.

Rollie's on the speechwriting team for the defence minister.

Always wanted to work for the m*llitary.

Something to do with his father, I think.

Look, if he's not telling you anything, it's because he's trying to protect us.

To protect me.

Well, thanks, Jake.

Yeah, I appreciate that.

Yeah, I have missed it, as it goes, yeah.

Well, don't go telling me the score.

Thanks.

Yep, goodnight.

Roland a free man? Yeah.

Jake's gone over Julian's statement and he's happy, so the paperwork's gone to Ashbridge, yeah.

Should we pick him up? Well, it's the least we could do, after the day he's had.

Yeah.

I'll get my coat.

I don't think so.

You've got other things to deal with.

Didn't know what else to do.

Mum can't have him tonight.

C'mere.

Hello, mate.

Hello, mate.

How you doing? Mwah! Thank you.

Don't let him stay up and watch "Toy Story" again? Here.

Night-night.

Why do I let her get away with it? 'Cause you're his dad.

- Does anyone else know? - No one else.

Thank you.

If only you'd been honest from the beginning.

My private life is private.

I admire your principles, I do, but you could've spent a long time in this Nick, that's for sure.

God, I'd rather not.

I was surprised, though.

Tv room.

Didn't expect that.

They were showing the footy.

Yeah, we b*at Hammers 2-nil.

Great game.

Would've loved to have been there.

You do realize, while you were chasing me all day, the real k*ller's still out there? You've still got to catch him.

I know.

That's for tomorrow, though?