03x13 - Fault Lines

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03x13 - Fault Lines

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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.

You know what Kelly's like.

One little quirk in the spatter pattern and she stays till she's solved the whole crime.

But she left the lab an hour ago.

Just here is fine.

I'll be two minutes.

Grab that.

Kelly? (SIRENS) Kelly Mahon.

Worked in Forensics.

She was supposed to be on a night out with Chloe and Joy who worked in the same department.

Obviously she never made it.

Hi, Chloe, hi, Joy.

All right, Pete.

We were just talking this morning at the lab.

Take your time.

Six s*ab wounds, all in her chest.

Any sign of a w*apon? Dishwasher was running when Chloe found her.

This Kn*fe was in it.

So no chance of any prints on that, then? All the buttons have been wiped clean, too.

Kelly tried to stop him.

Defensive wounds on both hands.

Looks like she put up a good fight.

Not good enough.

And you were just on a night out? It was Teddy's birthday so drinks at Zu and then on to Belgos for food.

Only Kelly never showed? She was finishing off some blood work.

Everyone was getting hungry so I called her about 8:30.

She said she was nipping home in a cab to get changed.

Got any idea which cab firm she used? Kwik Kall Kabs, we always use the same one.

When the others left for Belgos, Joy and I went to went to see what was keeping her.

Do you know if anyone wanted to hurt Kelly at all? She have a boyfriend? Kwik Kabs got the call around about 8:30 to pick up a Kelly from the lab and take her home.

Driver dropped her and went on to another pick-up.

You've checked that with the controller? Yep.

And the next pick-up.

All checks out.

Maybe he remembers seeing someone hanging around outside the flat? I dropped her off and watched her go in.

You do that a lot with your passengers, do you? No.

But I've driven Kelly home before.

So you are on first-name terms? She booked the cab in her name.

You see anything suspicious? Anyone outside her flat? Nah.

Not that I recall.

You went straight to your next pick-up? Yeah, in Bermondsey.

Is she all right? Kelly Mahon is dead.

You're joking? No.

OK.

We might need to speak to you again.

What do you reckon? Should get Ange to run some background on him just in case.

I reckon we should go and speak to Kelly Mahon's fiance.

I was working late and crashing in the office.

You do that often, sleep at work? No.

We just got this big client.

I was under pressure to get their accounts finished.

That's where Kelly and I met.

My firm do the accounts for the lab.

Kelly didn't mind you staying out all night? She would have ended up crashing at Chloe's talking flowers.

Someone can verify you staying at your work? I dunno.

A security guard maybe? How long till I can come back here? Could be a week.

Kelly had her bag stolen.

If you have a list of contents maybe you know of, purse, credit cards, that sort of stuff? She had a debit card.

One for our joint savings account.

We were saving a house deposit.

Her mates gave her a gift card at her hen party.

That was probably in her purse.

Do you know what the gift card was? Ann Summers, 100 quid.

Something for our wedding night.

No, it was a ã100 gift card purchased last Monday.

From the Oxford Street branch.

The security guard at Tom Hartson's office reckoned the place was empty when he locked up at 8:30.

So Tommy wasn't there? No.

When? All right, I need you to bell me as soon as that is used again.

Cheers.

The gift card was used to purchase a red lace chemise size 10, whatever that is.

A chemise is a short nightie, my son.

Is there something you want to tell me? Yeah, brush up on your French.

First Mrs Brooks wore a black lace chemise on our wedding night.

She was a knockout as well.

Our k*ller is on a promise? Or Tommy boy is trying to throw us off the scent.

Make it look like a robbery.

No activity on Kelly's bank card since the day before yesterday.

But their joint savings account is another matter.

They both put 100 quid in every month, regularly, no withdrawals.

Yet last Tuesday at 11:00am, one of the comes into the building society and cleans the whole lot out.

We checked her hours with her boss.

Last Tuesday, Kelly was at work all day.

She didn't even take a lunch break.

Then it must have been Mr Hartson the loving fiance.

Why clean out the account before they even got married? They had a row Thursday lunchtime.

You got any idea why Tom wanted to clear out their savings account? Is that what he did? Did they row a lot? A bit.

Lately.

Just put it down to pre-wedding nerves.

You thought there was more to it? A week ago, Kelly got home to find the bedding had been changed.

Sheet, duvet, the lot.

Tom reckoned he'd spilled something over it.

So Kelly thought he'd had company, yeah? Tom had never changed the sheets in his life.

I suggested she bring the sheet in.

For a test? Yeah.

She did bring the sheet in the day after, but as far as I know, she chickened out.

I don't think she wanted to know the truth.

Where is the sheet now? Did she take it back? No idea.

It was in her locker.

You got it? Yeah.

They look like the perfect couple.

Here we are.

Till death do us part.

Of course the security guard didn't see me.

I was asleep on the sofa.

Are you sure that's where you were, Tom? You didn't go home instead? Get into an argument? No.

But she was angry with you? We were happy.

Didn't stop you playing away though? I wouldn't.

I loved her.

You loved her so much, you had to change the bed sheets? You know where that bed sheet is now? It's in our lab being tested.

What are they gonna find, Tom? A loving fiance or a cheating liar? (KNOCKING) Guv wants a word.

Interview suspended at 9:50.

Greenwich just called.

A woman's been att*cked outside her flat by a minicab driver.

You think there's a link? Victim is a temp at the forensic service lab where Kelly worked.

I was working late.

So I didn't want to risk the walk to the tube.

And there was this minicab parked up right near where I work.

He said he'd just dropped someone off.

Can you remember the name of the cab company? No, I'm sorry.

He took you back to your place, yeah? I was halfway down the steps to my flat before I realised he was behind me.

Then the next thing I knew he had me pinned up against the wall.

It's OK.

Take your time.

He said he had a Kn*fe.

And that if I didn't do what he wanted, he'd k*ll me.

And he told me to open the door.

And I was so scared I couldn't find my keys.

You're doing really well, Lucy.

He got really angry and he ripped the back of my dress.

With a Kn*fe.

And he started touching me.

This car horn started beeping.

And he just grabbed my bag and ran off.

And I heard the cab pull away.

Can you describe the cab? It was green, I think.

Maybe blue.

Did you see his face? Only for a second or two.

Anything else you can remember at all? Something that sticks in your mind? He had these trainers on.

They were white with a blue stripe.

And one of them had orange paint splashed on the toe.

It was on the right foot.

OK.

You've done really well.

Thank you, Lucy.

Right, if you'll excuse us.

Looks like the fiance is off the hook.

Yeah, and we've got a cab driver out there preying on young women.

Yeah, he pinned me up against that wall.

And if it hadn't been for that car horn If we ever find the driver, you can thank him.

Why don't we get the SOCO's down here? He might have dropped something.

I heard that blood expert from work d*ed.

Is it the same bloke? Could be.

You said you lost your keys? Do you think they were in your bag? Yeah, definitely.

I was all fingers and thumbs.

Oh, god, do you think he's got them? You might want to stay somewhere else tonight.

Call a friend.

Just until you've had the locks changed.

OK.

I don't really know who though.

I've only been in London a few weeks.

OK.

We'll sort something.

Both girls are employed at the forensic services lab They both get into minicabs from work.

If it isn't the same bloke, it's one hell of a coincidence.

There is no evidence that Kelly was sexually att*cked.

But Kelly fought back.

She got him riled, he lost control and k*lled her? (PHONE RINGS) It's possible.

Yes, Casey.

Yeah, I'll be down in two secs.

OK.

Lucy has remembered something else.

She's downstairs? I thought you took her home last night? She couldn't get in.

The bloke who att*cked her took her keys.

So she crashed in the soft room.

What's wrong with a hotel? She didn't feel safe on her own.

It was only for one night.

I hope so.

We're not running a B&B.

There was one of those beaded cushions on the front seat of his cab and he must have been wearing a leather jacket as I can hear it squeaked against the beads when he moved.

That's great.

Thank you, Lucy.

Thanks for letting me stay, Detective.

That's no problem.

And it's Sam.

First-name terms? Eh? What? She's one of us.

One of us? She works in pay roll.

For forensic services.

She's a victim, Sam.

Even if she is blessed in the looks department.

Really? I hadn't noticed.

Not much.

I'll get the warrant for the taxi driver, shall I? Argh! (GROANS) Carl Lucas, I'm arresting you on suspicion of m*rder, robbery and attempted r*pe.

What? You do not have to say anything (RECITES CAUTION) His cab is going to forensic services.

And so are his trainers.

I swear to god, she got out of the cabin and that was the last I saw of her.

Yeah.

Just like you never saw Kelly Mahon after she got out of your cab? Oh, that's the truth.

So why did you run? Straight up? My cousin gave me a load of iPads last night.

What, nicked I take it? They were in the boot of my cab.

I thought you were after them.

You been inside, Carl? You know I have.

Two years GBH.

Yeah, that's right.

And your DNA was all over the bloke you punched.

The bloke insulted my girl.

I knocked him once.

Walked away and next thing I got old Bill banging on my door.

But it was blood on your clothes that got you convicted? No? Yeah.

But what's any of this got to do with those girls? We think you've got a grudge against women who work in forensic services.

You're joking, right? No.

I mean, two years to sit in jail and stew over whose fault it was that you were sitting in that cell.

I know whose fault it was.

It was mine.

And the drink.

What, not Kelly Mahon's? Not Lucy Kennard's? Not any other woman working for forensic services just unlucky enough to get in your cab? She clearly doesn't recognise any of them.

Take as long as you need, Lucy.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realise it would be this scary.

It's OK.

They can't see you.

It's number two.

That's the man that att*cked me.

It really freaked me out seeing him again.

Well, he's in one of our cells now so he's not gonna hurt you.

I still haven't been home yet.

Bit spooked about getting a cab, I guess.

Well, that's understandable.

I'll get someone to give you a lift.

Do you know what? It's practically on my way, so I'll run you home.

Are you sure? Yeah.

Thanks for everything.

You're welcome.

I shouldn't even be here.

I was supposed to be on a plane to Tokyo visiting my little sister.

She lives out there? No, she's just travelling.

She's been away for 18 months and I always said I'd meet her in Japan.

I always wanted to go there.

You should.

It's an amazing country.

Have you been? Yeah, not that I saw much of it.

I spent most of my time partying in Shinjuku.

You don't strike me as the clubbing type.

What, you think coppers can't have a bit of fun? Hmm.

No.

It was before I joined the force.

I was just a kid.

So it'd probably be against the rules to ask you in for a drink? I meanI'd probably feel a lot safer if you came and checked the place out.

Yeah.

I'm really not supposed to.

The best bit for me was hanging out in the city.

There's a temple in Kamakura with a Buddha and it's 13 metres high.

People leave offerings at his feet.

Tokyo is great.

It's a head rush, but I don't know, life was just so still there.

Like it just stopped.

I had this feeling that I'd been there before.

What, like in another life? Sounds stupid, doesn't it? No.

I dunno, I just just felt peaceful.

Somehow.

You make it so easy.

Make what easy? You let people in, don't you? Most men are so shut down.

You know, it's hard to imagine what it's like out there now.

Tsunami hits and your home, your business, your whole life swept away in seconds.

I guess we all live on tectonic plates of one kind or another.

Something shifts, and OK not as big as an earthquake, but you feel it all slipping away.

He really scared you, didn't he? I thought he was going to k*ll me, Sam.

Sorry, I should go.

No, please, don't.

Yesterday's clothes? You should be a copper.

We've got text book evidence here.

Don't mess it up.

I know what I'm doing.

Really? You've forgotten what they taught you at Hendon, have you? Rule one, never get personally involved with the victim.

Cos you never got personally involved in a case, did you? I tell you what, Sam.

I never slept with the only witness.

You're making a mistake, mate.

Just leave me alone, Ronnie.

I never had a dad.

Don't need one now.

My client has no reason to abscond.

He's perfectly happy to surrender his passport.

He may well be, but we're talking about a violent unprovoked Kn*fe att*ck and attempted r*pe.

Not to mention the two women he att*cked worked for forensic services.

If he's bold enough to att*ck police staff who knows what else he's capable of? Quite.

I think we'll all sleep a little sounder if I remand the defendant in custody.

All rise.

I get the ID excluded and your case falls apart.

Good luck with that.

You think I don't have grounds? What are her grounds? Absolutely no idea until she puts in an application.

She's probably just trying it on.

You know what Yvette's like.

She loves a good spar with you.

It's only natural.

I'll go see Lucy.

Make sure her ID is watertight.

We need to know you are absolutely certain that was the man who att*cked you.

I'm certain.

You said in your police statement you only saw his face for a second or two.

He held a Kn*fe to my throat.

I may only have seen his face for a moment, but I'll never forget it.

There were seven men and I recognised number two as the man who had att*cked me.

And do you see him in this court now? That's him.

You were giving your statement until the early hours and then you grabbed a couple of hours rested in the police soft room, didn't you? So you must have been feeling rather sleepy the next day when you misidentified my client? I would have recognised him if I hadn't slept in a week.

Perhaps you were feeling unwell? No.

Well, I'm sorry, I'm confused, because you grabbed hold of DS Casey's hand, didn't you? Why would you do that? I was nervous.

In fact, you held his hand right through the entire ID parade.

Yes.

Maybe DS Casey gave your hand a little squeeze? I don't recall.

Maybe he squeezed it twice to indicate number two, the defendant? No, he wouldn't do that.

Sam's an honest man.

Sam? Not DS Casey? DS Casey is an experienced police officer.

To suggest that he would try and influence an ID is preposterous.

I'm sorry, Mr Thorne, physical contact between an officer and a witness making an ID is absolutely unacceptable.

Miss Dyer, I'm granting your application.

The ID parade evidence is excluded.

What the hell were you thinking? What was I supposed to do? She was terrified.

Do I need to tell you that? The ID was all we had, Sam.

Look, you can't drop the case.

Of course not.

But unless we get some new evidence, we'd never gonna bring this home.

Is there any word on the forensics? We're chasing that today.

Without the ID, the defence can reapply for bail.

Carl Lucas could be out there looking for his next victim.

I heard what happened in court.

Please tell us you've got something, Chloe.

There weren't any footprints at the scene of Kelly's death.

So I wouldn't expect to find blood on the sole of Lucas's trainer but I did find blood.

Just here.

That must have splashed onto his trainers when he stabbed her? But we didn't find any bloodstained clothing when we searched his place.

Just assume he got rid of it, so why keep hold of his trainers? He wouldn't have noticed the blood on the trainer.

It's microscopic.

But I got enough for a profile and it's a match.

She made me look like a liar.

She was just doing her job.

Anyway, you don't have to worry about any of that now.

Carl Lucas is going down.

We've got forensics proving he k*lled Kelly Mahon.

He's not getting around that.

We should be celebrating.

What do you fancy? Indian, Thai? Yeah.

Huh.

You chose last night.

Yeah, but I only chose pizza because I knew that's what you wanted.

OK, you choose again.

Now, how about we forget about that takeaway? Just let me freshen up.

Ronnie just texted.

I've got to go in.

Tomorrow night? Yeah.

Yep, it's a date.

It's the same nightie, it's the same size.

It's exactly the same as the one bought with the gift card.

You've interrupted my beauty sleep to tell me that.

They must have sold hundreds of them.

No, they sold less than ten.

They told me it was a new line.

And that was all the stock that they had until next month.

So we've got Kelly's blood on the cabbie's trainers, that's forensic evidence, we can't argue with that.

So how has that red chemise ended up with Lucy? Maybe I got her wrong? Maybe the cabbie is telling the truth? What, you think she's the k*ller? No.

But she's hiding something.

OK, guys.

I went through the list of all the companies and personnel that had day-to-day contact with the department where Lucy was temping.

And the company wage slips are usually posted out to the accountants.

But a few months ago they were collected in person.

Lucy Kennard was the temp that packed them up and handed them over.

Who did she hand them to? Tom Hartson.

Kelly Mahon's fiance.

Well, I don't remember.

Really? Well, one of the counter staff at the lab saw you flirting with Lucy.

She came onto me.

Yeah.

Course she did.

So you met her at the lab, took a shine to her and then I don't know what, maybe bought her a present? No.

A red nightie? Bought with your fiance's gift card.

Well the gift card was stolen.

You told me that.

Now come on, Tom.

It all makes sense now.

You had the hots for Lucy, didn't you? She knocked you back.

You've got it wrong.

Kelly found out that you've been coming on to her.

You got into a fight.

I wasn't coming onto her.

I was sleeping with her.

Oh, shut up! What? He's lying through his teeth.

Carry on.

It only happened a few times.

But I was ready to give it all up for her.

I was gonna leave Kelly.

Then Lucy's sister Sasha got sick and it sort of put a dampener on things.

She was backpacking round India when she got malaria.

She didn't have travel insurance.

Lucy needed a couple of grand to pay her medical expenses.

You gave her the money? I know it was stupid but Sasha could have d*ed.

I couldn't bear to see Lucy upset.

You took the money from the account? I told Kelly as soon as I'd done it.

She was furious.

She guessed that Lucy and I were .

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more than friends.

So if we ask Lucy, she's gonna confirm you're having an affair, is she? No, we're not any more.

After I gave her the money, she stopped returning my calls.

Hang on.

If all this is true, then why didn't you tell us all this before? I was scared.

You don't live life with an alibi in your back pocket expecting to get accused of m*rder.

So you reckon Lucy Kennard made up the whole accusation against the cabbie? Yeah, because she was under pressure from Tom Hartson.

He pays her sister's medical expenses and she feels like she owes him one.

So how come she gave such a good description of the cabbie right down to the paint-spattered trainers? Maybe Lucy saw him pick up Kelly Mahon for work? Nah, nah.

Tom Hartson told her what to say.

Are you sure you're not getting carried away? She's got a red Ann Summers nightie just like the one bought with the gift card.

And how would you know that? Because I saw it in her bathroom.

And what were you doing in her bathroom, Sam? I She She invited me in.

To do what exactly? Would you give us a few minutes, Ron? I could suspend you What the bloody hell were you thinking about? Are you serious? He apologises for any embarrassment he's caused.

I should hope so too.

I take it he's suspended? Well I haven't ruled it out, but before I make that decision .

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it is possible to use his mistake to our advantage.

I hope you're right, because if this goes wrong, all you'll be doing is giving defence more amm*nit*on to throw at us.

It'd be my neck on the line here.

Are you sure I can't tempt you? No.

I, uh, I need to keep my head clear.

You're not going back to work tonight, are you? I dunno when I'm going back.

I got suspended.

My boss found out about me and you.

So I'm so sorry.

Now I never meant Luce, no.

No, it's not your fault.

I feel responsible.

Well, don't.

We met on a case.

But we could have met at work.

Listen, I I'm thinking about going away.

You know, like your sister, just chucking my stuff in a backpack and going.

Wow.

What about the case? Who's gonna look after me? Ronnie will.

I'm not sure he buys into the guv's theory anyway.

What theory? They found out about you and Kelly Mahon's fiance meeting at the lab that time they reckon that you had some sort of a fling.

But don't worry, I put 'em straight.

It's just a coincidence.

Yeah, course it is.

If there is anything else though, you can tell me.

I can get Ronnie to sort it out.

Whatever it is.

I don't know what you mean.

Well, I mean, this Tom Hartson bloke tried to make you cover up for him, then you can tell me the truth.

I told you the truth.

It was the cabbie.

Why are you doing this? Because Tom Hartson reckons he gave you two grand and that you were having an affair.

What? I never slept with him.

It's OK.

You can tell me the truth.

He's lying.

She's too clever, she's not gonna incriminate herself.

'Lucy, I wish you'd be honest with me, and just tell me everything.

I can help you.

' Do you want us to pull it, guv? Let's run our plan B.

Bring her in and search the flat.

Lucy Kennard, I am arresting you on suspicion of perverting the course of justice.

(RECITES CAUTION) Sam! .

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something which you later rely on in court.

Be quiet.

The nightie is through there on the back of the door.

Clothes, shoes, bag the lot.

Guv.

Bag it.

You know how to pick a date, Sam.

Sam! Are you saying you didn't have an affair with him? That's right.

I'd just found out about my sister Sasha being ill and he was there and he was really nice and I told him about her.

And he just handed over two grand? She never asked for his help.

He wanted to.

Out of the kindness of his heart? Look, I'm not stupid.

I know what he wanted.

But I took his money because I was desperate.

I wouldn't sleep with someone for money and I wouldn't sleep with a married man.

Tom Hartson wasn't married.

But he's engaged.

And I'm not like that.

After his fiancee d*ed, he thought the police were gonna arrest him, so he begged Lucy to make up a story about the cabbie.

He told her what to say, about the paint, the trainers.

And you just agreed to commit perjury for him? I owed him.

I mean he saved my sister's life.

I didn't think for a minute that he'd k*lled Kelly Mahon.

What about the red nightie? Tom sent that to me after I'd given my statement.

To say thank you.

There's no forensics implicating either of them in the m*rder.

We been through their clothes, their shoes, nothing.

Fantastic.

Tom Hartson had a motive.

If Kelly found out about the affair, maybe they got into a fight? Easy to see how that could happen.

When she was sleeping with him, Lucy's got motive, too.

Maybe she wanted Kelly out of the way so she'd have Tom all to herself? It'd all be a lot simpler if DS Casey hadn't jumped into bed with her.

You think that's the only problem here? You presented blood evidence implicating the cab driver.

Someone'd like to tell me how Kelly Mahon's blood got on his shoes? Specimen 23 taken from Carl Lucas's trainer is Kelly Mahon's blood.

And you're 100% certain of that? Absolutely.

Why? The woman who claimed he att*cked her admitted she lied.

Kelly's fiance is the main suspect now.

But But the police, they were so certain it was Lucas.

You and Kelly Mahon close? Like sisters.

So you'd go that extra mile to see her k*ller convicted? If we go to court with this blood evidence, you realize you have to go in the witness box to vouch for its credibility.

When the ID was chucked out, I thought he was gonna walk.

What did you do, Chloe? We processed the blood samples from the m*rder scene.

I took blood from one of those samples and said that I'd found it on Lucas's shoe.

You planted the evidence? Everyone was so sure it was him.

So there's no evidence Carl Lucas was ever anywhere near Kelly Mahon? I thought he'd k*lled my best friend.

I didn't want to see him get away with it.

An innocent man is locked up in a police cell and the real m*rder*r is walking free.

Do you have any idea the damage you've done? Chloe told the police Kelly brought a sheet into work.

She suspected Tom had another woman in their bed.

What happened to it? The police had it tested.

Came back with two sets of DNA.

Tom Hartson's and one unknown female's.

Only now we have DNA from Lucy Kennard's arrest sample.

Forensics retested the sheet.

It's positive for Tom Hartson's and Lucy Kennard's DNA.

So she lied.

Hartson was telling the truth.

They were sleeping together.

Maybe Kelly found out they were having an affair and confronted her with that? Can't you see what's going on here? Hartson claimed Lucy went cold on him after he gave her the money.

She tells him her sister's sick.

He hands over two grand and suddenly she loses interest in him? Doesn't that sound like a con to you? Yeah.

So if you're right, she's probably done this before? Melanie Carter.

I met her in this bar we all go to after work.

Her real name is Lucy Kennard.

It says in your police report that she took you for five grand? Told me her sister was an AIDS worker in Mozambique and she got sick.

A few days later she turned up in tears.

Said her sister had d*ed.

She couldn't afford to fly her body home to bury her.

When I first met her, she told me I made it easy.

I thought she meant easy for her to fall for me.

Now I know what she meant.

Easy for her to con me.

We might need you to give evidence.

Of Course.

Anything I can do to help you get her.

Thank you.

You know I got a call a couple of months back.

Some woman wanted to talk to me about Melanie.

Said she worked for the police.

In forensics I think.

I called back, left a message, never heard from her again.

Her name was Kelly something? Kelly Mahon? Yeah.

Don't say it.

There are three more reports.

She used a different name every time but the con is the same.

My sister's dying, she's overseas, I need money to help her.

We need to find out if Lucy Kennard even has a sister.

We need to get Lucas out of jail.

Bump up the charges against Lucy Kennard to m*rder? Could we call Ronnie to give the police evidence? If only.

Sam found the crucial piece of evidence so we're officially screwed on that one.

SAM: I found a red nightie in the defendant's bathroom that matched the one bought with the card that was stolen from Kelly Mahon's bag the night she was m*rder*d.

Were you involved in a personal relationship with the defendant? I was.

We had a brief relationship which ended as soon as I started to suspect that she was involved in Kelly Mahon's m*rder.

Before you arrested my client, didn't you have another suspect? A cab driver? Yes, but only because Lucy Kennard falsely accused him.

Oh.

I thought there was blood evidence linking him to the crime scene? That turned out to be fabricated.

By who exactly? A scientist working in the police forensics lab.

So essentially the police framed an innocent man and when the case fell apart you went looking for another innocent person to take the fall, didn't you? No, that's not right.

Isn't that why you seduced my client? She invited me in.

You volunteered to take her home, gained access to her flat, then planted evidence, didn't you? No.

No, of course I didn't.

You're the one who put the nightie in the bathroom aren't you? That's ridiculous.

Oh, we're hardly gonna believe you now, are we? DS Casey.

I mean how can we trust a police officer who has sex with a victim? She was not a victim.

You certainly thought she was at the time.

Yes, I did.

So how can we believe a single word that comes out from your mouth? After Kelly d*ed, Tom told me about the cabbie.

Tom reckoned he was obsessed with Kelly.

And he asked me to make up the story about being att*cked so the police would investigate the driver.

Now I only did it because Tom had been so nice to me I thought I was helping to catch the real k*ller.

What happened after you made these false allegations? I met DS Casey.

And he was so kind.

And at the ID parade, I was really nervous and I took his hand for reassurance, and I felt him squeeze it, but I thought he was just trying to comfort me.

Thank you, Luce.

Nothing more, my lord.

You have a sister, don't you? Yes.

You told the police that she is very ill and that Tom Hartson gave you some money to pay her medical bills abroad.

Yes, that's right.

She's been very sick.

But you told Jeremy Barton your sister had d*ed.

In fact, he paid for the funeral, didn't he? I've never heard of Jeremy Barton.

James Bailey from Manchester.

Greg Donahue from Kent.

Lee Marchant from London.

Also paid for your sister's funeral expenses, didn't they? So, your sister is she dead or just very ill? She was ill.

She d*ed.

Miss Kennard, would you please stand? I am standing.

I wasn't speaking to you.

Is this your dead sister? My lord, are you going to let the crown continue these amateur dramatics? Sit down, Mr Smart.

I for one would like to hear the answer.

This is your sister, Sasha? Well? Yes or no? Yes.

Thank you.

You may sit down.

It's quite a story, isn't it? A story you spun to four men who came forward though I imagine there are many more too embarrassed, a story you have told time and time again in order to extort money.

Only, Kelly Mahon found out what you were up to.

Didn't she? And in order to protect yourself, you k*lled her, didn't you? Didn't you? You must answer the question, Miss Kennard.

Why are you letting him do this to me? You said you'd help.

Excuse me? He said he'd help me if I slept with him.

He gave me his word.

Counsel, my chambers, now.

I had no idea she was gonna play a stunt like that, my lord.

I must recuse myself from this trial immediately.

So she can do the same to the next judge? And the one after that.

Do you want to continue? I'm not sure we have a choice.

This woman has manipulated every man she had something to gain from.

You cannot allow her to do the same thing to you.

One more stunt from your client, Mr Smart, and I will have to discharge the jury.

Are we clear? Crystal.

The defendant's last remarks will be disregarded.

Miss Kennard, I must warn you that you are under oath.

Proceed, Mr Thorne.

Miss Kennard, has any officer of the court made promises to you in return for sexual favours? Yes.

The judge.

He said he'd make sure I didn't go to prison as long as I had sex with him.

When did this happen? Earlier today.

What time? I'm not sure exactly.

But you were brought to the court directly from the cells at the start of today's proceedings, so was this a separate visit earlier today? Yes.

So the court security staff conspired with him, did they? I wouldn't know that.

And the judge's clerk, he must have been involved in all this.

They all conspired so Judge Gunner could get you on his own and offer you favours in return for sex.

You actually expect us to believe this? Men don't always think with their heads.

So they'd do anything, right? Like Tom Hartson cheating on his fiancee? Yeah.

Or DS Casey, breaking his oath and sleeping with a victim? Exactly.

And the other men that gave you money, because men are all after one thing, right? You said it.

And that makes them fair game? You all think we're pieces of meat.

You leer at us on the street.

You touch us up on the tube and think we like it.

You think you can just pick us up and put us down when it suits you, cheat on us, treat us like sh*t.

I just turned the tables.

I took control.

And made men pay.

I made you all pay.

I mean, you should be thanking me.

Only, you made Kelly Mahon pay, too, didn't you? You made her pay with her life.

By stabbing her repeatedly in the chest.

Not once, not twice, but three, four, five, six times! Then you left her, bleeding, dying, in her flat, a month from her wedding.

So much for sisterhood.

On the charge of m*rder, do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty? Guilty.

You have been found guilty of m*rder and there is only one sentence I may pass and that is life imprisonment.

I'm setting a minimum tariff of 15 years.

Take her down.

You know, women like her try it on because they think we're stupid.

Another one of those, love, please, and an orange juice, if I may.

No problem.

Thank you.

Problem is, they're right.

Just in.

DV case.

Wife reported her husband for v*olence against her and the kids seven times and even had an injunction to stop him coming near the house.

Which I take it he ignored? Yeah.

OK, previous police reports You two should be in the pub with a bottle of something fizzy.

There's Diet Coke in the vending machine if we get desperate.

You had a good result today.

That can wait until the morning.
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