02x04 - Confession

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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.

I can see them now. Over here!

They're here.

We were jogging past and heard it go
off. You're sure it was a g*nsh*t?

We thought it was a firework
at first but...

He's over there.

There's an ambulance on its way.
Did you see anyone run off?

No, no. It was all over by the time
we got here.

OK. You wait here.

Sarge, everything OK?

Sarge?

Sarge?

Hotel Yankee from 28.
Urgent message, over.

'Receiving, over.'

Ambulance required urgently
to Battersea Park.

Victim is a police officer.

Repeat, a police officer
has been sh*t.

Ah.
Is it him?

Yep.

PS Peter Garvey. He d*ed
before the ambulance got here.

There was nothing we could do.
His car's at the south exit.

Forensics' going through it.
Who was first on the scene? We were.

OK. A couple out running
heard the sh*t.

Five minutes later they see
what looks like a body.

Didn't wanna get too close, so they
called us. OK. You OK? Yeah.

It's his first death.
Doesn't help that it's one of us.

No. You up for giving
your statements, though, guys?

All right. Have a word with
your chaps. Just get them to ask

anyone and everyone if they saw
or heard anything at all. OK?

Thank you.

They were together in CID,
weren't they? Yeah.

Went through the academy together.
Garvey's his oldest mate.

Oh.

One sh*t, from the side.
GSR on his face.

They've walked up to him, sh*t him,
so Pete either knows the sh**t...

Or he didn't see it coming.
Yeah.

Here he is.

Hey, Matt.

Matt, please, son, just a sec.

Do yourself -
I wanna see him. Matt, Matt.

You're not -
Sorry, you can't go through.

Oh, God.

Come on, son. Come away.

Hi!

No, Matt. No, please.

No.

I saw him this morning.

We were gonna meet at his mother...

God, his mum.

It's OK, Mel. I'll take care of it.
I'll tell her.

I'll tell Mary, yeah?

So, you were saying, you um...
you were gonna meet Pete.

The kids go to their gran's
every Wednesday after school.

So, I close up the shop
and go and collect them

and if he turns up,
then we have tea.

And today he didn't show.

He left a note on the fridge.

'Working late, love. Don't wait up.'

13 years.

I still can't go to bed on my own.

I sleep down here sometimes
when he's on nights. Mummy?

Hey, Danny.
Hello, mate.

How's my little striker?

What are you doing up this late?
Where's Daddy?

Listen, mate. Why don't we get you
back to bed? It's late.

All right? You could show me
any new toys you've got.

How can I tell them?

This morning, did Pete mention
anything about the day, tonight,

or the case he was working on?

Talk to Jack Barr. He'll know.

He wasn't working last night.

He was off duty? You're sure?

Check yourself.
Any idea who he was meeting?

Could be anybody, couldn't it?

Whoever it was, they weren't meeting
for tea and scones, were they?

That's the jobs he was working on.

There'll be a list of names
as long as my arm in there.

Look, I didn't wanna bother
his family last night.

I should go and see Mel
and the boys.

No name springs to mind, Jack?

A villain he'd nicked, maybe,
or a tom he was friendly with?

Friendly with?

Pete's a family man.

You of all people know that.

We're just doing our jobs, Jack.
Course.

We're all a bit shaken, that's all.
I'd be shaken too.

I mean, god forbid
Matty got himself sh*t,

I'd be out there straight away
looking for the person who did it

and trying to string him up myself.

You think I know who did this?

I don't know what to think, Jack.

How about you?

I was hoping to track it down before
anyone noticed it was missing.

Notice what was missing? Whoever
Pete was meeting, it was serious.

He went tooled up.

Garvey illegally removed a firearm
from the property store?

There's no g*n
found at the crime scene.

If he went there with a w*apon,
guv, he had good reason.

I don't give a toss
what reason he had

and nor will the press when
some kid gets k*lled by this g*n.

Sorry, Matt.

Uniform talked to a courier

who said she saw two men
arguing outside the park.

Yeah. Well, there were no prints
left in Pete's car.

So, we can assume they carried
the argument on inside the park.

They're at the scene, they argue,
it gets out of hand.

Pete pulls a g*n, they struggle,
Pete gets sh*t.

And the k*ller pockets the g*n cos
his fingerprints are all over it.

Precisely.
Any suspects from his active cases?

No. They've either got alibis
or they're banged up on remand.

Robert, overtime.

So, why go armed?

Is there any suggestion
that Garvey could be dirty?

Pete's as straight as they come,
guv.

Matt, only two reasons you go tooled
up to an off-the-book b*at.

It's either to protect yourself
or to k*ll the other fella.

Either way, mate, it's not very
clever. Which bit don't you get?

Work and family,
that was Pete's life.

Look, Matt, I get it.

You just gotta understand, someone
has to ask all the tough questions.

He's right, Matt.
If this is too hard for you,

we can always find someone else
who can handle it.

No, no. I'm fine.

You've checked his active cases.
Go through his closed cases.

Right.

Has he talked at all
since this started?

I'm keeping an eye on him.
Thanks, Ron.

Forensics report.
Hallelujah. What we got?

Nothing. No shell casing.
No b*llet. Nothing.

Our k*ller knows
how to clean a crime scene.

What. He's dead?
I haven't seen Garvey in years.

I was at home on Wednesday night.

Your supervisor says you were
supposed to be working Wednesday.

I called in sick.
That ain't a crime, is it, lads?

No, but you're an ex copper who thought
helping himself to coke from drug busts

wasn't a crime either.
So, you'll forgive our scepticism.

That was years ago. That's enough
time to forget about a grudge?

Those charges were dropped.

No. PS Garvey's case fell through.
It doesn't mean you're innocent.

It means you got away with it.
You know the score, Tommy.

We're not gonna go away, are we?

All right, look. I wasn't sick
and I wasn't at home.

I was dipping one of the girls
in accounts. Charming.

Casanova's story checks out.

You know what, Matt? I don't think
we're gonna find the identity

of Pete's k*ller
in any of his old cases, mate.

Today's the first Friday
of the month, Ron.

First Friday we'd always meet up,
have a beer,

and a moan about work.

And?

Well, the last few times
he cancelled.

Right. So when did you last see him?

Sunday week. He came round the flat.

Something about Danny making the
footy team, which was a shock.

Pete was crap.
And that's it?

Well, we always had a few beers,
you know?

I'd never seen him drink
like that before.

Let me tell you,
when I was drinking like that,

it was because something was really
wrong inside, eating me up.

It had to come out and I had
to tell someone. What you saying?

Well, if we're not seeing it in his
files anywhere here

and he never opened up to you...

Maybe Mel saw it at home.

The only couples who don't have
any problems

after 13 years of marriage
aren't couples any more.

If you've loved each other once, you
stick together, you make it work.

How did Pete seem, recently?

He'd been having problems sleeping.

Well, that was just work. He didn't
talk to me about that kind of thing.

He didn't wanna bring that home
with him.

He talked to you, didn't he,
about that sort of stuff?

Well, not recently, no.

So, how long had this
been going on?

Six months. Er, a year maybe.

I can't remember
when I first noticed it.

The last couple of months
he'd been having nightmares.

Had he spoken to you about those?

He'd wake up screaming and...

broke my heart.

Last week I woke up

and he was down here in the dark,
crying.

He asked me what did I think
he was worth.

I thought regular counselling
would make it better.

There was no mention that he went to
any counselling in his psych report.

He wasn't seeing a police
counsellor. He was seeing a priest.

What?

Pete?
Yeah.

Mr Atheist himself.

His mum went running
to an old family friend

who offered to do counselling,
three times last week.

He was your old parish priest.

Nugent? Father Jonathan Nugent?
Yeah, that's him.

It's good to see you again, Matthew.

Can I get you some tea?
We're OK, Father. Thank you.

No-one calls me Father any more.

Haven't been a priest for...
15 years now.

So, how can I help you?

Have you seen Peter Garvey recently?

No, not for years.

But I ran into his mother
a few months ago.

I counselled her when I was a priest.
Peter's father liked to drink.

When I bumped into her, she said
Peter was having a few problems

and that he'd like to hear from me.

Did you get in touch with him?
I meant to.

I've got a mind like a sieve. So,
you weren't counselling him at all?

No. Is something wrong?

Well, Peter Garvey was sh*t
and k*lled on Wednesday night

in Battersea Park.
Oh, dear God. That was Peter?

John, the kids are heading for bed.

Oh, I didn't know you had company.
Sorry.

I'll be up in a minute.
OK.

We won't keep him long, Mrs Nugent.
OK.

You have kids?
Yes.

Where were you on Wednesday night?

What?!

Well, I was here with my family.

Am I a suspect, Matthew?

It's just a question, Father, and
nobody calls me Matthew any more.

Nobody calls me Matthew any more?

Father Nugent wasn't just a parish
priest. He was a local hero.

He turned the area around.

He started up a credit union,
set up a youth club.

Sounds like he did a lot of good
work. Yeah. He was also a paedophile.

Does Nugent have any previous?

Well, he's moved about a fair bit,
Glasgow, Belfast.

Half a dozen moves in 15 years.
Apart from itchy feet, he's clean.

We're wasting our time. Pete's death
has nothing to do with Nugent.

People do desperate things
to bury their past.

If Nugent abused Pete,
it's a line we have to follow.

Someone like Nugent could never get
the better of Pete. Pete was armed.

How did Nugent get the g*n off him
or clean up the crime scene?

There you go.
Maybe he's a fan of CSI. Yeah.

You say Garvey visited you
on Sunday.

Any chance he spoke
to your other friends?

Pete said
that he'd tracked Nugent down.

He started watching him.

Then last week he slipped up.

Nugent spotted him, confronted him.

He tried to offer Peter ten grand
to go away.

Ten grand?
Why was Pete following Nugent?

He was building a case against him.

What? We've been through Pete's
files. There's no mention of Nugent.

He was doing it off his own back,
in his own time.

That was years ago, Harry.

Not for us, Matt.

Pete dealt with it. He was over it.

You think so? I guess that shows how
little you really knew him, Matt.

Erm, Harry, that photograph. Is that
you guys when you were kids?

Playing football.
Where was that taken, Harry?

Yeah, that's us.

It's the only photo I kept.
I burnt the rest.

You don't get over
what Nugent did to us, Matt.

Pete did. He learnt to live with it.

Live with it? Yeah. He got married,
had kids. He had a job he loved.

What cloud are you living on?!
Pete wasn't a victim any more.

Of course he was!

He always has been.

This is why he couldn't talk to you.
He knew how you'd react.

Like it was nothing.

Everything's always so simple
to you.

I trusted Nugent.

Sometimes I think it was all
in my head.

And then I feel sick.

I let Nugent do that to me.

Nugent lied to us, Ron.

Yeah, but if Pete confronted Nugent
with a case he was building,

one b*llet would solve all Nugent's
problems.

Hold on, Victor. Thank you.

That would get rid of Pete
and get rid of the case.

It means he's not ten grand lighter,
either.

It doesn't explain the forensics
clear-up, though.

Don't have to, sunshine.
Forensics have just found a b*llet.

I hate it when you call me that.
Don't worry, sweetheart.

We got the tests back. The b*llet
went straight through his skull,

travelled 100 feet,
got lodged in a tree.

We were looking in the wrong place.

This came from the g*n Garvey took
from the prop store? Yeah.

Look, we have the lands and grooves
on file.

Only problem is,
now that we've got the b*llet,

we've got the angle of the distance
and the trajectory.

It looks like Garvey
k*lled himself.

What? How can it be su1c1de?

Look, I know. I know.
There was no g*n at the scene,

no shell casing,
no GSR on Pete's hand. Yeah.

Exactly. So, it's m*rder.

I'm sorry, Matt,
but forensics don't lie.

Well, look,
you've checked his hands for GSR.

What about his gloves?
He wasn't wearing any.

They were inside his pockets.
Then how does he sh**t himself?

OK, Matt. One sec.
Listen, do us a favour, Teddy,

get hold of his gloves
and forensicate them. OK.

PS Garvey wasn't wearing gloves. I
remember putting that in my report.

You said this was an informal chat.

Your report says that the gloves
were found in his pockets.

Now, our forensic report says that
there was g*nsh*t residue on them.

Now, our forensic report says that
there was g*nsh*t residue on them.

So, you can see why we're confused,
can't you, Omar?

I mean, maths has never been
my strong point

but this really doesn't add up,
don't you think?

So, how did the g*n residue

get onto PS Garvey's gloves
if he wasn't wearing them?

You are entitled to a fed rep.
Yeah, yeah, you are, Omar.

But if you've got nothing to hide,
you can talk to us as well.

The residue could have come
from any g*n. Yeah, it could have.

Do you think we've just floated up
the Thames in a bubble, Omar?

These gloves were taken off
PS Garvey

after the g*n was fired,
weren't they?

Don't look at her. Look at me, son.
Weren't they? Omar!

I think I should talk to my rep.
Do you know what I think?

The only reason you would destroy
a crime scene

is because you were paid to.
Of course we weren't!

This is nothing to do with Omar.
It was my idea.

When we found Garvey,
there was a g*n in his right hand.

He'd k*lled himself.
No.

Why would he commit su1c1de?

He's got everything to live for.
He has a wife, he has kids.

Yeah, exactly.

And if he goes on the books
as a su1c1de,

and his pension or insurance policy
have an exclusion period,

then his family end up with
next to nothing. Sergeant Morrow!

You destroyed a crime scene.

Come on. We gotta look out for each
other, don't we?

You'd have done the same thing.
No, I wouldn't!

Now, what did you do with the g*n?

The shell case and the g*n, I dumped
the lot in the Thames after work.

We think Garvey went to the park
to confront Nugent,

maybe even to k*ll him.

Couldn't do it.
Turned the g*n on himself.

It sounds like his life fell apart
when he heard Nugent was back.

Well, nightmares, drinking, sounds
like he sh*t the wrong person.

So, what now? Nugent didn't k*ll
Garvey. There's no case, Ronnie.

Hang on, James. Nugent may not
have pulled the trigger...

I know he's morally responsible

but that's not the same as guilty
in the eyes of the law.

What about Harry? Is he prepared
to give evidence of his abuse?

Harry just wants
to forget the whole thing.

Last thing he's gonna want to do
is stand up in the box

and talk about what happened. Have
you got any other victims at all?

We've talked to the church,
social services, paedophile unit,

interviewed his wife. Nothing.

If there are no witnesses
and no victims,

I don't have a case.

There must be something we can do,
surely.

The criminal act was 25 years ago,
Ronnie.

So, that's it, su1c1de.

Well, what about Mel and the kids?
Where does that leave them?

They came out of this with nothing.
I'm sorry for your loss, Matt.

I really am,
but whatever we think of Nugent,

there's no evidence
he was an abuser.

Right.

See you, Ron.
Oh, Alesha. I...

Is that it?

Leave it with me.

Morning.
James.

PTSD.
PTSD.

Post-traumatic stress disorder.

It's not just that Garvey's life
fell apart.

It wasn't just su1c1de.
He was suffering from PTSD.

That's a psychiatric illness.

Damage to the nervous system
is psychiatric harm,

that's recognised by the courts.

If we prove Nugent's abuse
caused the PTSD,

we can charge him with manslaughter.

Good morning to you, too.

George, it's very simple.

All we're doing is bringing a case
against an individual.

Look, no way.

You're not just saying Nugent is
responsible for Peter Garvey's PTSD,

you're saying that Nugent
is responsible for his death.

Do you know what I'm doing tomorrow,
James?

I'm accounting to the chief exec
of the CPS

for every penny
spent on failed convictions.

It is Saturday tomorrow, James.
I like Saturdays.

My wife insists on them.
So you want us to come back

at the start of the next financial
year. Don't be a smart arse!

Difficult times mean difficult
choices.

We tighten our belts,
we choose our battles.

Besides, no jury will ever buy it.

If they don't, they don't.

So be it. The point is,
we make a stand, for Garvey,

for the CPS,
for other abuse victims.

How could he do it?
How could he put a g*n to his head,

think about Mel and the kids,
still pull the trigger?

He's a coward, Ron.

Looks like the verdict's in.

Evening.
Jonathan Nugent, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the manslaughter
of Peter Garvey. Manslaughter?

What are you talking about?

Just stay inside, would you?

Why are you doing this?

Maybe you'd like to get a coat, sir
and come with us.

Didn't know if you'd make it.

He was a good mate.
Can't ask for more than that.

Mel asked if we'd do a lift.

Yeah, course.
He carried me home enough times

and you.

I got your message.
You said you had a favour to ask.

It can wait till after the service.

Why can't you do it?

It didn't happen to me, Harry.

You're a victim and a witness.

I wouldn't ask
if there was any other way.

I've never talked about this before,
Matt.

Not to my ex wife, my fiancee.

My last marriage fell apart
because of...

because of what he did to me.

I'm finally getting my life
back together.

I can't go back there now.

Look, Pete has left us
to pick up the pieces

but it's not about him any more.

It's just getting up in court...
and saying what Nugent did to me.

Please. Mel is blaming herself.
This isn't her fault.

This is our chance
to give her some peace.

We can put Nugent away. You really
think I can do this, Matt?

I know you can!

I know you can.

I can't talk about
what he did to me.

But I saw Nugent with Pete once.

It was in the gym.

I can talk about that.

Jonathan Nugent, you are charged
with the manslaughter

of Peter Garvey. How do you plead?
Guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

Is there an application
regarding bail, Mr Ridley?

Most definitely, My Lord.

Manslaughter?!

Garvey sh*t himself.

Your charge is so ridiculous,
it's actually quite amusing.

Amusing? Your client abused Peter
Garvey to such an extent that

25 years later the damage was enough
to make him take his own life.

That's amusing?

We'll never know why Garvey
sh*t himself,

unless you can communicate with the
dead. I am a man of many talents.

Want to change the law?
Stand for parliament.

Another satisfied member of the
James Steel fan club.

What do you do
that winds these people up?

Oh, you know, breathe.

Three missed calls, George.

Eight.

Conference room. I made
a few gentle enquiries, George.

If the Cardinal misunderstood
my tone, that's not my problem.

Gentle enquiries. His exact words
were bully-boy techniques,

veiled threats and libellous
accusations.

That doesn't sound like me. Really?
Sounds like par for the course to me.

Who's his emissary?
Father Aiden Brown.

Nugent worked for the
Catholic Church, Father Brown.

We have a right
to discover his files.

You can't drag us into this case
looking for dirt on him

and not expect a reaction.

Nugent left the priesthood
years ago.

He was a priest for 20 years.

During that time the church moved
into a dozen different parishes.

He had wanderlust.
With the greatest respect, Father,

I think his lust
was of a very different sort.

If the Cardinal's that convinced,
why isn't he here in person?

Mr Steel, you know as well as I do,
mud sticks,

especially where priests and
children are concerned.

We've acknowledged our mistakes.

But revisiting the past only serves

to undermine the church
in the eyes of the faithful.

My instructions are very clear.
We can afford the best lawyers.

So, step lightly.

Well, I'm Church of Scotland,
so I'm OK.

Right, well, let's recap
the game plan.

We put Nugent away without, and
let me just say this again, James,

without incurring the wrath
of the Catholic Church.

His eminence the Cardinal
is a sore loser.

Golf?
Poker, I believe.

I noticed a change in Peter.

I thought it was my fault.

Well, he said it was just work

but this was different.
He became a stranger.

Mel, tell the court how Peter was
the week after he met Mr Nugent.

Mel, tell the court how Peter was
the week after he met Mr Nugent.

That last week he had nightmares

and he'd wake up covered in sweat.

I'd want to hold him
and comfort him and...

The person that I loved most in the
world couldn't bear to be touched.

I thought I'd never feel so alone
as I did then.

Thank you, Mel.

How long were you married,
Mrs Garvey?

13 years this year.
13 years.

And in all that time your husband
never once mentioned my client?

He never once alleged to you that
he'd been abused as a child? No.

He never once alleged to you that
he'd been abused as a child? No.

Is it possible he never mentioned
it because it didn't happen?

Withdrawn.

Rebuttal, My Lord.

Mel, why do you think Peter never
talked to you about being abused?

I guess we were
the only part of his life

that he had not touched and ruined.

Peter wanted to keep it that way.

I'd gone back to the gym.

I'd forgotten my PE kit

and I saw Pete had his hand...

down Nugent's trousers.

He was masturbating him.

Nugent knew we couldn't speak out
when we were kids.

He knew no-one would listen to us

but I'm not a scared kid any more.
Thank you.

You and Peter Garvey were close,
weren't you?

We were best friends.

Would you lie for him?

I'm not a liar.
Oh, really?

Didn't you once
make a false allegation

about a maths teacher
at your school?

That was a mistake.
A mistake?

Did that teacher touch you?

No. That doesn't mean
I'm lying about what he did.

You're divorced, aren't you, Mr
Lucas? Did you cheat on your wife?

The witness's personal life
is not relevant, My Lord.

Is this a fishing expedition,
Mr Ridley?

The witness lied to his wife,
My Lord. Did you?

I cheated on my wife
but I know what I saw.

He abused Pete.

Did my client ever spend time alone
with you?

Yes.
Did he touch you?

Did he ever touch you?

I can't.
You can't what, Mr Lucas?

You can't remember,
can't lie any more?

Did my client ever touch you?

Did he...ever...touch...you?

Did he...ever...touch...you?

No.
No.

Of course he never touched you,

just as you never saw him
touch Peter Garvey.

My Lord, counsel is clearly
baiting the witness.

I am merely probing the sinew,
My Lord,

of this witness's story.
Please.

Mr Lucas has no reason to lie.
TELL THEM!

TELL THEM!

Why won't you believe me?

I'm not a child any more.
Why won't you believe me?

Sadly, we don't believe you,
Mr Lucas,

because you're a liar.

I'm not a liar.

This is not fair.

I can't do this.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

The witness is excused.

He's just down there.
Thank you.

Detective?

I'll call you back, yeah?

I need your help. Why would
you think I would help you?

It's your duty. You're a policeman.

I have a confession to make.

There was a delay on the tube.

My bail conditions say I'm supposed
to report to my local police station

by seven. It's 6:45 now.
Even if I took a taxi, I'd be -

It looks like you'll be in breach
of your conditions.

I was told if I went
to another station,

a detective there
could sign the form.

You wouldn't want an innocent man
to go to prison

for something that wasn't...

Innocent?
Of course.

I never touched you. Why do
you believe I touched them?

There you go, Father.

Thank you.

Peter Garvey
started to exhibit symptoms

of post-traumatic stress disorder
about a year before he d*ed.

This is Peter Garvey's case load

from the time he started
to develop symptoms of PTSD.

Case 445-3692,

the investigation of a youth worker
who was abusing a young boy.

Peter Garvey investigated
several abuse cases.

Why did this one affect him
more than the others?

The young boy in the case
he was dealing with

developed selective mutism
as a result of being abused.

He wouldn't talk.

In fact, he couldn't give evidence
against his abuser.

Garvey saw himself in this boy.

His life fell apart. Panic att*cks,
waking up screaming,

finding human touch unbearable,

all classic symptoms
of PTSD-generated flashbacks.

In the end, I'd imagine he felt
death was his only escape.

Thank you.

So, 'you'd imagine' what he felt.

Is that because Peter Garvey
wasn't your patient?

No, he wasn't but -
How can you be certain

that his su1c1de stemmed from
this one, alleged event?

Abuse is rarely one event.

Your observations and conclusions
are based on files

and hearsay, aren't they, doctor?

No more than your observations
of him are, Mr Ridley.

No further questions.

Master show, James.
Scottish expert witness.

Always plays well with the jury.
Gonna bounce back.

Don't sell yourself short, Robert.

I'm sure you or one of
your flying monkeys

are already cooking up a way
for Nugent to wriggle out of this.

No, no. You're home and dry
on this one.

Unless, of course, that's an
application to dismiss all charges.

My Lord, my client has brought some
fresh evidence to my attention.

It appears Garvey was blackmailing
my client to the tune of £10,000.

No, your client offered Peter Garvey
a bribe to walk away.

FIU checked PS Garvey's accounts.

There is no record of that
transaction, My Lord.

Financial Investigation Unit
clearly didn't look hard enough.

£10,000, My Lord, paid into
the account of Daniel Garvey.

Money does appear to have been
placed in Master Garvey's account.

Mr Nugent?

Why wait until this late hour
to bring this matter up?

I was trying to protect Peter
and his family.

I didn't want him
to be remembered for this.

I didn't know about the money.

Of course you didn't. I know that.

I thought I'd be more upset
when the judge dismissed the case.

Then I realised
nothing was gonna bring him back.

Why couldn't Pete tell me, Matt?

Why couldn't he ask me for help?
Is that too much to ask?

He never said anything to me, Mel.

But that was Pete. He was strong.

He was also a pain in the arse.

Idiot.

I miss him.

Yeah. Me too.

Me too.

What year did Nugent
leave the priesthood?

1994.

He was in Glasgow, joined an
accountancy firm the same year.

Nugent's been out of the church
for years.

There's no way he's kept his hands
to himself.

Where's he finding his victims?

Did he keep in contact
with the church after he left?

He goes to mass once a week,
but that seems to be it.

He's kept well away
from youth clubs

and community and youth work
as well.

How soon after he left the
priesthood did he meet his wife?

Erm, married Kate Dobbin
a year later.

She was a single mother then.
Her husband d*ed in a car crash.

She was left to bring up the kids
by herself.

She moved out of the house last
month, took the kids with her.

You don't thi...

You think he's abusing
his own family?

He abused the boys in his
congregation when he was a priest.

Yeah, but his own family?

Social services spoke to them.
There's no evidence of any abuse.

His wife and kids denied it.

Abusers rely on their victims hiding
behind walls of silence and shame.

Only in this case, it wasn't
just his victims hiding.

So are the Catholic Church.

They've got a lot to lose
by admitting what he's done.

Seriously?

OK. Book an ambulance now, James,

because George
is so gonna have an aneurysm.

Great! We lost a case against Nugent

and instead of letting go like a
normal person, what's your reaction?

Get up, dust myself off,
put Nugent back in the dock.

Put God in the dock beside him.

At worst, the church knew he was
a paedophile, George.

At best, they turned a blind eye
to his actions.

I am your friends, James.
I want to help you

but please, explain to me
as simply as possible,

what part of 'Do not incur the wrath
of the Catholic Church, '

did you not understand?

Father Nugent was responsible
for these acts.

He's just a man.
He's not the entire church.

I'm sure that distinction will be
a huge relief to the Cardinal!

The church is not charged
with the abuse of children,

just merely that they let it happen.

You saw how they overreacted when we
made our preliminary enquiries.

They're scared. I think they're
hiding something.

Either way, we lost the last hand.
They now hold all the cards.

So, let's call their bluff.

We'll thr*aten to hit them
where it hurts...

in their pockets.
We'll say Harry Lucas

will bring a civil suit against
them, just like in Ireland.

If that happens,
it'll cost them millions.

And if they don't?

Remind me never to play you
at poker.

You're playing high stakes,
Mr Steel.

This shouldn't have taken
the thr*at of civil action

to uncover these names.

I agree. People like Nugent
are part of our past,

which some of us would rather
not think about.

The church tried
to rehabilitate him.

Apparently they tried everything,
treatment, counselling.

Everything except hand him over
to the authorities.

The church and the law
have a lot in common, Mr Steel,

but as Christians we leave judgement
and punishment to God.

Our job is to help people
and to forgive them.

I'm sure that's a great comfort to
the people in this file, Father.

I've spent the time
since our last meeting

visiting Father Nugent's
old parishes,

going through archives,
collecting information,

talking to his victims.

So, why did you collect this?
Nobody asked you to.

We're all going to be accountable
to God one day, Mr Steel.

There must be nearly 50 names
on this list.

The police collected 44 statements
detailing your abuse.

Where did you get these names?

You have my full disclosure.
I'll see you in court.

You can't do this. It's wrong.

Right or wrong, I don't care
and neither will the jury.

Your client faces
a 44-count inditement

for serious sexual offences.
44?!

For God's sake, Mr Steel! You'll be
held accountable to your victims

long before you'll be held
accountable to God.

Your victims have found their voice,
Mr Nugent.

Look, I have a family.
Why don't you tell them to consider

locking you up as a gift
from me to them?

There is absolutely
nothing you could say

that would make me
feel sorry for you.

This place gives me a migraine.

That'll be your conscience
gnawing at you. Oh, please.

What if we plead guilty to...
ten, including the Garvey abuse?

Not good enough.

20?

30? What would be good enough?

Nothing.

No deals. No pre-trial agreements.

His victims want to face him
in court.

I'm gonna give them that chance.

You OK?
Yeah.

Thanks for doing this, Matt.

Damaged goods?

Well, if I'd have known that,

I'd have told you years ago about
the day Eamonn my goldfish d*ed.

You'll be all right.

'DS Devlin to court number ten.'

'DS Devlin to court number ten,
please.'

I swear by almighty God
that the evidence I shall give

shall be the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth.

I was nine.

I had chickenpox
for a couple of weeks

and my mum left me home alone
during the day.

Pete used to visit.

One day he said that he'd found
some p*rn mags

while he was cleaning the sacristy.
I laughed.

All the altar boys knew about
Father Nugent's dirty magazines

but then Pete said
he gave him one to look at.

Father Nugent had a p*rn
magazine in his church? Yes.

Father Nugent had a p*rn
magazine in his church? Yes.

Which he gave to a child?
Yes.

Nugent had er,
told him how to touch himself,

Nugent had er,
told him how to touch himself,

to make it feel better.

I sort of found it funny at first
but then it went further.

Pete tried to show me
what he'd done.

I remember shoving him away.
I told him...

it was wrong.
How did Peter respond?

He was ten. He was confused.

I remember Pete got very angry
with me.

He said that I had reacted
like Nugent,

shouting and getting upset.

Then he started sobbing
uncontrollably.

You see, earlier that day
Nugent had yelled at him.

He said that they had sinned,
that they'd been sinning for weeks.

He'd dragged Pete to the chapel,

forced him to kneel
in front of the altar,

made him swear on the blessed sacrament
never to say anything about it.

He told Pete that he would
go to hell if he ever did.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Did you believe your friend?

Of course. Why wouldn't I?

Then why didn't you tell an adult?

I promised Pete I wouldn't.

So, two young boys, discovering sex
through p*rn literature.

So, two young boys, discovering sex
through p*rn literature.

It's hardly evidence of abuse.
Well, that's not what I'm saying.

This had gone on for weeks.

Father Nugent repeatedly
molested my friend.

Hearsay.
Did my client ever touch you?

Detective Sergeant?

Did my client ever touch you?

Not like that, no.
Then like what?

He was always there.

He lingered, not with his hands, his
eyes. He was always looking at me.

He was always there when I was
having a shower,

always there when I was
getting changed.

We all knew what he was like.
All the altar boys knew?

You all talked about Father Nugent?
Yes.

Made jokes, told stories about him.
Sometimes.

Isn't it possible the Peter Garvey
was making up a story, as a joke?

My friend sh*t himself because of
what that man did to him!

That is not a joke!
So you say

but you failed to spot your friend
was suffering from depression.

Now, it's easier for you to blame
my client than to face the truth,

which is that you could have prevented
the death of your best friend.

I'm sorry, I missed your question.

You need to ruin
my client's reputation.

How do you ruin the reputation
of a paedophile?

You need to believe this lie

so that you can live
with your failure to act,

with your guilt at the su1c1de
of a good friend.

I don't need anything other than
for that paedophile to be locked up.

Have you reached a verdict
on all counts

upon which you are all agreed?
Yes.

On count one,
sexual abuse of a minor,

do you find the defendant guilty
or not guilty?

Guilty.

On count two,
sexual abuse of a minor,

do you find the defendant guilty
or not guilty?

Guilty.

On count three,
sexual abuse of a minor,

do you find the defendant guilty
or not guilty?

Guilty.

On count four,
sexual abuse of a minor,

do you find the defendant guilty...?

I haven't been inside one of those
in nearly 20 years.

Take it easy on him, then,
won't you?

Pete was my mate, Ron.

He always looked out for me.

Where was I for him, eh?

Nothing you could have done for him,
Matt.

Pete joined Vice because he thought
he could save people,

put right the past, you know?

That's the trouble with our line of
work, it's always too late.

Nugent came to see me, Ron.

He looked me in the eye
and he said he never touched me.

But I don't know. There's some
times when I'm not sure

what I remember
and what I don't remember.

Well...

you're talking to the wrong bloke,
mate.

I lost an entire decade
to cheap whisky.

Luckily, it was the 1980s.

Don't spill too many beans,
will you, son?

You've done nothing wrong.

I'll be outside when you're ready.