05x05 - Episode 5

[bunniefuu]

SUNNY: Precious d*ed very soon
after your last meeting.

Is there anything
that you can tell us

that would help us with that?

No, sorry.

My sense is there's more to that
than he's admitting.

He left because
of some inappropriate photos

he took of a colleague.

Do you wanna tell me why?

He said that
you and he were finished.

Here we are, nine months on,
with no hint of a wedding in sight.

Precious was a member of a cult -
The Family Of Blessed Light.

See what you can find out
about them. On it.

You got a lot to lose, man.
Who are you really, Joseph?

I can't work like this.
This is not who I am, or how I work.

Let's reset.

If I were to decide
to bring things forward,

how much notice would you need?

MUSIC: 'All We Do'
by Oh Wonder

♪ All we do is hide away

♪ All we do is
All we do is hide away

♪ All we do is lie in wait

♪ All we do is
All we do is lie in wait

♪ I've been upside down

♪ I don't want to be
The right way round

♪ Can't find paradise
On the ground. ♪

CHILDREN PLAYING

DOG BARKING
IN THE DISTANCE

CAR DOOR CLOSES

Hi. This is Llagavelly Farm?

It is. How can I help you?

DS Murray Boulting.

Metropolitan Police.
I'm looking for David Bell.

What is it you need to know?

Maybe I can help?
Is he here?

If you'd like to follow me.

You're not any more, Tony Hume.

SHE SIGHS
You need to slow down.

That was me slowing down.

A boozy break from work.

Well, exactly.

You shouldn't need a break from work
because you shouldn't be working.

What are you even
still trying to prove?

I don't know.

I just know the older I get,
the more I see the mistakes.

The things I didn't achieve.

The wrongs I did.

Oh, what wrongs?

You haven't done any wrongs.

Not proper ones, anyway.

Well, I have, love.

Decades of them.

You did what you thought was
the right thing at the time and...

Not just politics.

There were other things I never...
I don't want to hear, Tony.

We all have things
we wish we'd done differently.

That's life.

We move on.
We don't live in the past.

SIGHS

So, is this anything to do
with Precious Falade?

The only trouble we ever had here
was with Precious.

We're all sinners, right?
But Precious...

What? "Thou shalt have
no other gods before me."

I'm not with you.
Mammon, DS Boulting.

That's who she betrayed him for.

God of money.

Right.

She was when he got her pregnant.

He was , your dear leader.

He's right there.

SIGHS

He was here for a couple of nights,
and then he left.

Have you tried his work?
Yeah. They said he was off sick.

Oh.

He's in there, isn't he?
Jess, he's not.

Steve, are you in there?
Please...

If he's in there, Nick,
I swear to f...

Jess... calm down.

I am calm. Totally calm.

Did he tell you
he was f*cking my sister?

Just in case you were thinking
of standing up for him.

He was what?
Just get him to call me.

CAR BEEPS

HE SIGHS

You need to leave.

CAR BEEPS

I thought I'd wait.

I thought I owed you that.

You owe me nothing.

So, what was it...

when you asked me
to marry you that night?

A genuine proposal.

Really?

Completely.

Because, sitting here, right now...

..it slightly feels like
maybe it was just...

because you were so lost.

No.

No. At the time, it...

..it felt utterly genuine.

"At the time".

And now?

I don't know what's going on, Sal.

I'm as thrown as you are.

About where we are. Where I am.

I feel...

..so stuck.

And... lost.

Yeah.

HE SIGHS
Now, certainly.

And almost the unkindest cut of all

is that's the most you've said to me
about it in nine months.

Because I...
I felt you were jealous.

Right.
Which, as I said, I completely get.

So... listen.

Let's not make any decisions
right now.

But I do need to tell you
how I'm feeling.

Of course.

And how I'm feeling is that,
actually, with time,

I think we could probably
ride this out.

Probably.
Definitely.

Except, erm...

..then I got pregnant.

And it made me realise
how much I do actually want a baby.

And how much you don't.

And that's quite a big thing.

So I'm gonna go
and stay with my mum.

We can keep talking, but...

..I need a break,
to have a bit of a think.

Of course.

I'm... so, so sorry, my love.

Yeah. Me too.

DOOR OPENS,
CLOSES

SIGHS

RINGING TONE

'Hi, this is Karol,
leave a message.'

PHONE BEEPS

Hi, Karol,
this is DS Frances Lingley again.

Appreciate it
if you could return my call.

My colleague DI Khan and I
need to speak with you

following your earlier interview.
Call me back ASAP, please.

Bailed?
'Last night.'

Had some posh lawyer
on his case, apparently.

OK, er... and to his home address?

'Hang on. Let me check.'

Joseph Bell's
apparently been bailed.

So I'm thinking
if we go to his flat,

then we might need firearms support?
Oh...

You wanna call the boss?
Which one?

Yeah, no,
better to be safe than sorry.

Yeah, I'll put a call in to TFC.

OK, thanks, Fran.

TAPPING ON PHONE

Hey.
Hey, Sunny.

How you doing?
Er...

Dreadful.

Ah.
You?

My partner left last night,
so, er, same.

Crap. I'm sorry.

Well, how about we distract
ourselves with some work?

I like it.

Does anyone call you Jessie?

James, as in Jessie...?
Yeah, no, no. No.

I get the reference.

On account of everyone I have met
making the exact same joke.

Oh, sorry.
The thought just occurred to me.

Jesus! We're in worse bloody trouble
than I thought.

HE CHUCKLES

Time to go.

Where we going again?

Just away from London for now.

Right.

And you don't need to worry
about money, babe.

Money ain't gonna be a problem...

DOOR BURSTS OPEN
Armed police!

Armed police,
face down on the floor, now!

Put your hands on your head.
Hands behind your head!

Put your hands on your head.
Stay there!

Bedroom clear!
Kitchen clear!

That's my stuff, man,
my personal stuff.

I never stole none of that, bro,
so look after it, yeah,

or I'll f*ck you up.

A sugar daddy?
That was Niamh's description.

Any name?
Just said he was an older man.

So are we saying
that we think this was Hume?

That'd explain how Precious
might have had a key to the house.

This relationship was supposed
to have happened when?

She said Precious talked about him
the very last time

she was up at the farm.

Niamh always assumed
that's why she never came back.

And we definitively know

that David Bell did die
three months before the m*rder?

Yeah, I checked with Bangor General
on the way back.

He d*ed on April the th, ,
of lung cancer.

Lots to think about there. Er, Kaz?

So, Joseph Bell's been arrested
at his flat,

having been bailed two nights ago
with a K surety.

MURRAY SIGHS

Where's he get that kind of money?
His own sugar daddy.

And possible motives
for HIM k*lling her?

A row that escalated
and could have been precipitated

by multiple things.

dr*gs, money, her being on the game,
her not being on the game.

Also, when you look at
the Zoom interviews I did,

then simple old-fashioned revenge

starts to look like
a fairly good motive.

Be good to be able to place him
at the house at some point.

It's funny you should say that,
because I've been doing

a bit of record-checking
of Precious's bank statements.

And started with the assumption
it was unlikely she had no phone,

and was linking
debit card payments...

PHONE RINGS
..to possible phone shops,

newsagents, corner shops, etc,
and, bingo!

This here.
Sorry.

REPLACES RECEIVER
Ebele Falade's here, Guv.

OK, thank you. Go on.

Yeah, so this is a £ card payment

made to a small phone shop in Acton.

Where did you get it?
Doesn't matter.

It matters to me.
Same as you telling me

what the police wanted
to speak to you about matters.

I've already told you.

It was an old client of mine
who sadly d*ed,

and they just wanted
some background on her.

They couldn't do it in a phone call?
Apparently not.

It's not my problem.
Can we move on, please?

Serge spoke to one
of the French officers this morning.

Explained the situation
with the children,

that you live with us,

that you are effectively
their stepfather.

And they said you were
a person of interest in a m*rder.

Which might have a sexual element.

It's not true, Elise.
You must know that not be true.

Look at me.

Look at me.

You need to leave.

Please...

Now, please.

IN FRENCH:

OK, thank you. Bye, now.

Boss, have you got a minute?

I just spoke
to social services again.

Er, yeah, one sec.

Guv?
Yeah?

DOOR OPENS,
CLOSES

Erm, so I just spoke to HR
at West London Social Services,

and they've confirmed Karol Wojski
vehemently denied the allegation,

but then also refused
to hand his phone over.

So, he was sacked or resigned?

It was agreed he could just resign
on mental health grounds,

with no complaint on his record.

And when he left,

another employee came forward
with a similar allegation.

So, what are we thinking?

Maybe there was some sort of
sexual misdemeanour with Precious

that escalated?
OK.

Make an application for all his
work email correspondence for ,

with particular reference,
obviously, to Precious.

Guv.

You all right?
Yes.

So, my guess is
she'll probably go "no comment".

So as discussed, the trick'll be
to goad her in to talking. Yep.

In terms of motive,
we have a row that got out of hand

about money, or sex work,
or Precious stealing from her.

Or a row that got out of hand about
how terrible a mother Abele was.

Or what a terrible daughter
Precious was.

Spoilt for choice.
Mm.

So, when we spoke on Tuesday,
you said the last time

that you saw your daughter
was on her birthday,

on the th of January,
is that correct?

Yes.
Now showing Ms Falade exhibit EF .

Can you confirm
that this mobile number

was once registered to you?

No idea.
OK.

Showing exhibit EF .

So, this was the address attached
to the debit card

that purchased that contract.

Do you recognise that?
Yes.

Was that your home address
between March and May ?

Yes.

So it would be reasonable to assume
that this was your number, right?

No comment.
OK.

Here is exhibit EF .

Do you recognise that number?

No.

OK, so that number was attached
to a pay-as-you-go SIM which we -

through various bank
and telecom records -

have identified as having
been bought by your daughter.

Here's the thing, Bele.

On the th of June, ,
the night we think she d*ed,

the number we believe was yours

called the number
we believe was your daughter's.

Do you have any comment on that?

No.
D'you remember the call?

From six years ago?

The day your daughter d*ed.

No.
Well, the call happened at : .

It lasted three minutes
and seconds.

No recollection at all?
No.

At : , just before
you called your daughter,

you also received a call from
an as yet unidentified number.

Do you recall that?
No.

OK, er, any recollection,
just days before this,

of having a row with her
outside the house where she d*ed?

What row?

A neighbour called the police,
it was so loud,

and detailed hearing
the younger of the two women

calling her assailant "Mum".

Her assailant?!
I never f*cking touched her.

So you were there,
but you never touched her?

No... No comment.

Fine. Moving on.

Can I ask you
why you never mentioned

that Precious had
foetal alcohol spectrum disorder?

Because she didn't.

All her medical and social service
records say that she did.

Because she told them that she did.

Because she was small
and struggled at school

so wanted someone to blame.

Did you drink while pregnant?

No. I mean, we know that you have
a history of alcohol issues.

You told us yourself.
Not when I was pregnant.

You see...

..I think you're denying the FASD

because it had been a source
of huge conflict

between Precious and you, hadn't it?

No comment.
Which you wanted to keep from us,

that you rowed - often violently -

many, many times
about this very subject.

No comment.

Did you have another row with her
the night of June th? No.

Maybe it got out of hand.
She was a volatile woman.

I wasn't even with her.

Maybe you didn't mean to hurt her.
Maybe it was an accident. Look...

I did...

the best I could for her.

And I'm sorry
if that wasn't good enough.

And... if I wasn't good enough.

But I'm confused as to why

she devoted so much of her life
to hating me.

Because, really, what a waste.

And I didn't have
an ideal childhood,

but you move on, don't you?
BELE SNIFFLES

So like I say, I am genuinely sorry
if I failed her.

But I can tell you honestly
that I never hit her.

I never hurt her.

And I certainly never k*lled her.

It happens.

There you go.
Oh, thank you.

What, people shift their views
as they get older?

I mean, generally,
it tends to go the other way,

from left to right.

And it's rarely as complete
as Hume's, but it does happen.

So, he was pretty conservative
originally?

HE SCOFFS
He was a classic Thatcherite

who'd lecture anyone
that would listen.

You didn't spend
what you didn't have.

Basically a version
of her "housewife fallacy".

That you run a country like a home,
don't accumulate debt.

And then?
And then, sometime late ,

just six years after he more or less
invented austerity for Osborne,

he declares the opposite.
That, actually, an economy

is profoundly different
from a household,

and we should be borrowing
and spending hugely

on public services.

So, does anyone have any idea
what brought this shift around?

Not really.

I mean, some people thought
it was his cancer diagnosis in .

OK. Except he was still a vociferous
campaigner for budget cuts

all through his treatment,
so I didn't really buy that.

Huh! Some people
thought it was Brexit,

because he was a Remainer.

There was an argument that austerity
had a part to play in them losing,

but anyone with half a brain
knew that austerity

was just one small part of that,
so...

So?

CLEARS HIS THROAT

I think it was a woman.

Deleted?
Sorry.

Is that standard here?
Not at all.

This was all deleted by him,
by Karol Wojski.

So when you say deleted...?
Well, exactly.

It depends how tech savvy he was,
because not much is gone forever.

But how much time and money
do you have?

I'll call my boss.

I don't know what you did
or what you didn't do,

but for what it's worth...

..I've always thought of you
as a good guy.

I love you, man.

IN POLISH:

And he said that he saw him with her
in the spring of

on the pavement
outside Portcullis House,

as Hussein was returning from a run.

How did he know it wasn't
a colleague, or just a friend or...?

Yeah, he said he saw
that they were rowing,

and that there was just something
in the way that they were together

that to him, at least, suggested
it was an intimate relationship.

Did you show him a photo
of Precious?

Yeah. He couldn't say
one way or another on the face,

but he did remember
very specifically

that the woman with Hume was petite

and that she was probably mixed-race
or Mediterranean-looking.

OK.
Erm...

And then just one last thing.

As I was researching
his early years,

Wallingham, Cambridge,
the City, etc,

I came across
a rather interesting detail.

Look at the second paragraph down,
under "Early Life".

So, the first company
that Hume worked for,

between and ,

was Morgan Lavelle.

The same company
that Ebele Falade walked into

with an air p*stol nine years later.

Oh, man.

Where are we
with finding our doorman?

Er, I've been mainly
prioritising this.

Well, we need to speak
to the doorman ASAP,

because that, Kaz,
that is f*cking gold.

VOICEMAIL:
'You have one new message.'

'Hi there, this is DS Lingley.

'Thanks for your message,
and great you're back in the UK.

'If you could present yourself
at Bishop Street Police Station,

'NW , ASAP, please ask for me.

'That would be really helpful.
Thank you.'

So, the owner of the firearm
we think is our m*rder w*apon...

Elton King?
'Yeah.'

We found him.
He's happy to talk to us.

OK, nice one.
Can you set something up tomorrow?

'On it now. Night, boss.'

Night.
CALL DISCONNECTS

And so what we propose
three months out from launch

is that I step away
from the Bath position.

My commis chef is more than ready
to take the reins... Sorry.

You were right.
It's... all just... noise.

I'm... I'm so...

..sorry to have wasted your time.

I...

It was a mistake.
It was my mistake.

I am so sorry.

I'm really sorry. I'll...

I'll be right back.

Bele.

Bele.

Now, we don't remotely expect you to
tell us where the g*n is, Mr King.

All we want to know is
if there is a possibility

that Joseph Bell
could have had access to it

after you were arrested.

I % know he had access to it.

OK. How?

Cos it was him that used it
in the robbery, not me.

He was the one with you?

And when I got pulled,
I was happy to take the flak for it,

on the assumption
he'd look after me inside.

Send me sh*t, look after my lady.

Except I never heard from him again.
So, yeah...

he had access to the g*n,
cos I gave it to him.

And you'd be prepared to make
a statement to that effect?

Too f*cking right I would.

So, we know the payments came
from a Coombe & Co account.

We just need to know now who,
or what, DSH is.

Except, unfortunately,

I'm not at liberty
to disclose that information.

Oh, I'm sorry. My mistake.
Yes, you are.

My colleague DS Boulting
sent through a disclosure form.

It's the bank's rules, I'm afraid.

We can return with a warrant

and spend a few days
turning the whole place over.

It's your call.

HE LAUGHS

I'll need to speak to my boss.

I'll wait.

When I was
and just pregnant with Precious...

I came home from school one day

to find that my grandmother had
invited Pastor Muyulu to our house

to perform an exorcism on me.

I refused to cooperate
and fought them both off.

But then when I came back
a few days later...

to get my stuff
before I left for good,

I found my grandfather there
on his own.

He was a strong man still,
only in his early s,

and he told me that if we got
rid of it before I started to show,

then I wouldn't shame them
and the community,

like my mum had.

He tied me up
and forced a funnel into my mouth...

..and poured half a litre of vodka
down me.

Apart from giving me a taste
for the stuff,

whatever he did
over the next couple of hours

obviously didn't work, because...

..Precious survived.

That, and the way
that they raised me,

damaged me for life.

And in here.

The constant sense of shame
and guilt...

..about my mum messed me up.

So the first time I got sober,
in my early s...

..I tried to get help.

And for a few years, I was lucky.

You know,
the referrals would sometimes get me

an hour of therapy once a week,
for a couple of months.

But then even that dwindled
to waiting lists

and apologies from overworked GPs.

So, you...

you find your own therapy,
don't you?

The drink sometimes.

Or love.

The best, I think.

But the... the damage
is still in there.

So, how about I tell you
where we are, what we know.

Showing the suspect exhibit JR ,

a copy of a triangulation document
supplied by KZK Mobile.

So, this document details that on
the th of June, , at : ,

a phone that we believe
belonged to you

called a phone registered
to your grandmother, Ebele Falade.

That call was connected
via a phone mast

just yards
from Waterman Road.

So basically, what we're saying is,

that on the night
that your mother d*ed,

we can place you in or near the
house in which her body was found.

D'you have any response to that?

No comment.
Did you make that call?

No comment.
Were you there, J?

No comment.

Do you remember Elton King, Joseph?

No comment.
He remembers you.

Not that fondly, I'm sorry to say.

No comment.

That wasn't actually a question,
but thanks for the response.

Did you look after a g*n
for Mr King, Joseph?

No comment.
Did you keep it

while he went to prison
for a robbery

that you were also involved in?
No comment.

Did you have it with you
when you went to see your mother

on the night of th June, ?
No comment.

Did you get into a row with her,
Joseph?

No comment.

Because we know things
were difficult between you.

We spoke to many people who looked
after you when you were growing up.

Teachers, social workers,
your foster parent, Alan Barker.

He told us
what your mum put you through,

and I know that she was wrestling
with her own demons, but...

..no child should have to deal with
what you did.

The people
that she made you encounter.

The innocence
that was taken away from you.

So we understand if it was a row
that got out of hand

and your anger
got the better of you.

Maybe it was even an accident.

But why don't you tell us
your side of the story?

You don't understand a thing.

Joseph...
And you can shut the f*ck up.

So help us.

I'm not Joseph Bell.

I'm sorry?

I'm not Joe.

It's not J for Joseph.
It's J for Jay.

I'm Joe's half-brother.

My birth was never registered.

My mum didn't want me
taken in to care like Joe was.

So... So, what about schools
and healthcare?

I lived between my mum and my dad
till I was .

He home-schooled me a bit.

So, how old are you?
.

So you were when your mum d*ed?

Nearly .

And did you go to your dad, then?

No, he d*ed in .

And who was your father?

Eric Royce.

OK. And where did he live?

With, erm... a travelling community.

So, er...

How did you survive in London,

I presume on your own,
from the age of ?

I did fine. I was already old, man.

I stole. Lived on the streets.

Got jobs in markets,
lived in squats.

Then when I was , I...

I adopted my brother's identity
to gain access to his benefits.

OK. Did your brother
not need his identity?

You can leave now.

Jay, I'm here to help...
Leave, bruv.

I'll wait outside.

DOOR CLOSES

No.

Why didn't your brother
need his identity?

Did something happen to him, Jay?

Something connected
to the night of the th?

There's people out there, man,

who'd wanna hurt me
cos of what I've seen.

So I'm not saying any more.

We wouldn't let that happen.

HE SCOFFS
We wouldn't let anyone hurt you.

Yeah, people used to say that
to Joe.

All day long.

People like you,
telling him he could trust them.

That they'd look after him.

And they were lying.

All of them, man.

All of them.

So I ain't telling you a thing.

'So, good news, bad news.'

The bad news is that all his e-mails
to her have gone from our server.

And I mean properly gone.
He knew what he was doing.

OK. And the good news?

Just because of how and where
our systems store stuff,

there are two from her to him
undeleted,

and I think you'll find them
interesting.

So, this is the first,

as I say, from Precious Falade
to Karol Wojski,

sent on the th of June at : .

"Hi, Karol, you left your laptop
here earlier, unlocked.

"Couldn't resist a peek
at your photos.

"Some interesting pics.

"How much would you not want me
to share these with your boss?

"Call or text. I'm here tonight."

And then this is the other one.

And at the bottom here,

you can see his reply
to her first email.

SHE READS

That would be the th.

And she just replies, "Bring K."
Oh...

There was a laptop logged
on her son's arrest sheet.

So, is it possible to determine
who's this is?

Is it obviously Joe Royce's?

If it is, he's barely used it
in the last few years.

There's no internet history,
no updates, no emails.

So, when you say
the last few years...?

Last real activity was mid- .

So this is his mum's.

I think that's pretty likely.
OK.

Also, I need you to find
and download any stored photos,

look for anything, erm, tagged
and nominated to a Karol Wojski.

Right.
Yep.

Yep.
Call me ASAP if you find anything.

Cheers.

His brother?!
'Half.

'At least, that's what he told me.'

There was no bloody brother,
half or otherwise.

I'm just telling you what he said.

'Is he still in there?

'Are they still questioning him?'
Yes.

Look, just try to get him out,
Graham, whoever the hell he is.

And then what?
PHONE BEEPS

'Just...
Oh, I've got another call coming in.

'Just try to get him out.'

Ben.
'Tony.'

Long time.
'Indeed.'

How are you?
'Er, listen, not a social call.'

Er, we've had a rather unfortunate
incident in the bank today,

involving a police officer

asking about an account you set up
in the late ' s?

Right. And, er...
what did you tell them?

Well, you know I always try
to preserve anonymity, but, er...

..I had to tell them, I'm afraid.

'About both standing orders.'

PHONE RINGS

Fran Lingley.

'Fran, it's Gordy Watson
on the front desk.'

Hey, Gordy, what's up?

'So, I just had the weirdest call
regarding the Precious Falade case.

'Can you come down?'

So, how do we prove
if he's telling the truth?

It's hard.

But DNA from him, his mum,
both his alleged fathers...

Who are both dead, and may not be
on any of our systems.

And how long's that gonna take,
if it's even possible?

Not your problem.

I'm not sure
you're even his brief any more.

And even if he is lying
about who he says he is...

you still have no good evidence
to connect him to your m*rder.

As I said...
I think you'll find I am his brief,

as soon as I tell him
I can get him bailed.

Guv.

Erm, I need a word.
It's pretty urgent.

We'll get right back to you on that.

And did the caller say
who the body was?

A young man named Joseph Bell.

Jesus.
Yeah.

And I assume the caller
didn't say who he was?

No.
How weird they make the call now.

Can we trace where the call
came from? We're working on it.

And did he say where specifically
in the garden he was buried?

No, but I checked the address
he gave on Google Maps.

It's a small ground floor flat
in Greenford.

The garden's by , so...

OK. Thanks, Fran.
OK.

So, we get a dog unit down there...

What about Jay Royce?

Brief's right.
We've got nothing to hold him.

Bail him to return next week.

OK.
DOOR OPENS

Sunny, when they found the b*llet,
did they keep looking for others?

I'll call Morten.
Get him back in there.

DOOR CLOSES

Mr Blackwood?
Yeah?

Karen Willets, Bishop Street nick.

I was wondering
if you could give me five minutes?

Yeah.

Where were they?

In a file imaginatively named
"Karol Wojsack pics".

So, this is not Jay's.

Everything on here would suggests to
me this is Precious Falade's laptop.

When was the file made?

th of June, .

Downloaded from an email
sent from a Hotmail address,

also created on the th of June.

About minutes or so
before the e-mail was sent, in fact.

So she creates a Hotmail account
on Wojski's laptop

to send the photos to this to hers?

Yeah.

How many are there?
.

On the tube, buses, shops...
It's obviously his thing.

Daryl, you're a genius.
Can you send them to me? Yep.

When?
KATE: 'About ten minutes ago.'

And what's he doing?

Has he... Has he come
to pick some stuff up or...?

I don't think so.
He's playing with the kids.

'He just dropped a bag
in the spare room

'and said he'd cook.'
OK, well, erm...

Look, you head on, Mum,
and, erm... I'll call you later, OK?

Sorry.

MAN: Go on, then.
Go find him. Good boy.

PHONE RINGS

Lingley.
GORDY: 'Got a Karol Wojski down here

'asking for you.'

Can you get him to take a seat
and tell him I'll be down in ?

'OK.'

DOOR LOCKING

DOGS SNIFFING

Here!

Good boy.

Mr Hume, Gatwick?
Yes. Gatwick, please.

And we just felt that there was
a bit of a discrepancy between you,

obviously, thinking it was

a serious enough incident
to call the police,

and then what you went on to say
in court.

Well, yes.

Yes, there was.
Thanks.

OK.

But can I ask you why?

Because it was suggested to me
after the arrest...

..that if I wanted to keep my job...

..I downplay the incident.

Suggested by who?

One of the directors.

Which one?
I'd prefer not to say.

Well, according to my research,

Anthony Hume's father
was on the board of directors.

Was it him?

And was there anything else
he asked you to change?

Anything else
that you didn't tell the court?

What she was shouting,
when she came through the door.

Which was?

"I wanna speak to my dad.

"I want to speak
to Tony f*cking Hume."

CAR ENGINE
TURNING OVER

Hold on.