02x12 - Help

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NARRATOR: 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.

One chip?

You're funny, mate.

You said you wanted one chip.

That's one chip, right?

You know what you need, son?

A sense of humor transplant.

Yeah, I was thinking
the same thing, mate.

Still no sign of him, love?

I should've got a
taxi. He's always late.

If a bloke in his 's turns
up, shaved head, full of himself,

tell him he needs to buy another
present. His name's coming off this one.

Classy looking bird.

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, my fiancee likes me
to keep me eyes to myself.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Well, the ring ain't
on your finger yet.

Look while you still
can, eh? (CHUCKLES)

So what can I do you for ya?

No, I'm fine. Thanks.

Yeah, of course I
tried to phone him

but there's no point him having a
phone if he never uses it, is there?

Yeah, no, it's fine.
I'll get the tube.

Oh, wait, I'll call you back.

Robbie?

Rob?

(SHAKILY) Rob?

Rob!

Rob!

(SOBBING)

I need am ambulance. Here, now.

(SIRENS WAILING)

JOY: The car's registered
to a Robert Nichols.

Who found him, Joy?

His sister.

Apparently, he's
an ex-footballer.

Used to be a bit of a
local celeb round here.

Absolutely, yeah. Saw
him play at West Ham once.

He was good, it's a shame.

JOY: His watch and wallet are missing
but I know what I would've nicked.

. liter v,

horsepower.

You been at the
unleaded again, Joy?

I like fast cars.

It's still jacked up.

The attacker could've been
interrupted before he could nick it.

BROOKS: So he's
k*lled changing his tire?

Sometime after :. Got his
head stoved in with a wheel brace.

Any prints on it?

No, nothing but smudges.

I'll send it to the
lab for DNA testing.

First strike broke his arm while
he was trying to defend himself,

second strike split his skull.

He wouldn't have had
time to put up a fight.

Well, not much of a fight when one
of you is armed with a wheel brace.

When did you last speak
to your brother, Jennifer?

Earlier this evening.

He was running late so...

I said I'd meet him to save
him coming across town.

And when you got to the car,
you didn't see anybody near it?

No. I just...

Saw the car and...

Yeah.

You know I saw Robbie
play. He was good.

Yeah. He had so
much going for him.

And then he tore a ligament in his knee
really badly. He never really recovered.

His watch was worth a fortune.

Isn't that enough?
Why did they have to...

If I'd got a taxi none of
this would've happened.

Where were you supposed
to meet your brother, Jennifer?

Yeah. This bloke came
in just as she was going.

Used a load of napkins,
cleaned his hands, and left.

I don't suppose you've still
got the napkins, have you?

Well, I emptied the
bin when I got in.

Bag should be still out front,
napkins will be on the top there.

You enjoying those?

Well, best breakfast
I've had all day.

No, you're all right.

TIM: Peel 'em and chop 'em myself,
every day, : a.m., rain or shine.

BROOKS: You can
tell, they're lovely.

So this bloke, did he mention his
name at all or where he was going?

Oh, he didn't say
nothing like that.

But he did say something?

I was just making conversation.

Well, I made a cr*ck
about how pretty the girl was

and he started mentioning
about his fiancee.

(DOOR OPENS)

There's motor oil all
over these napkins.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Anything else you
notice about this guy?

The way he was dressed, or
did he have anything on him at all?

He did have a carrier bag with him.
From a shop called uh... Barry Flowers.

DEVLIN: Here you go.

Yeah, that looks like him. He was in
here the other day, lunch time I think.

And did he mention
his name at all, Mr...

Flowers. I never
caught his name.

Mr. Flowers?

Yes. Barry Flowers.

There's been a florist in the Flowers
family for three generations now.

Well, did he say what
he wanted, Mr. Flowers?

He was looking for a
bridal display for Saturday.

Saturday? For a wedding? Isn't that a
bit late to be ordering wedding flowers?

That's what I thought. His
supplier's just gone bust.

He was looking for a
last-minute replacement.

He took a couple of display
brochures for his fiancee.

There's no camera footage of the
street where Robbie Nichols was k*lled.

What about forensics?

Well they say they can possibly match
DNA from the m*rder w*apon to the napkins

so all we've got to do now
is find our mystery man.

CHANDLER: I see our
victim made the press.

Only center pages of
the Metro though, Guv.

Lad could have played for England.
He's off the back pages for good now.

The florist we spoke to said our
suspect was getting married on Saturday.

So we've checked all the churches.
Protestant, Catholic, Greek Orthodox.

Not to mention the
Civil Halls and the hotels.

This Saturday there are
scheduled to be weddings.

And now a funeral. Dust
off your morning suit, Ronnie.

Not likely. The last
wife cut the arms off it.

FATHER: That's Mike Jones.
He's not in trouble, is he?

BROOKS: Is he one of
your parishioners, Father?

I hope so! He's getting
married here tomorrow.

Oh, that's nice.

Yeah, we were all really chuffed
when he and Fiona got together.

Mike's had a rough
couple of years.

Define rough.

Well, his divorce, Mary
taking the kids up north.

Mike's a really good guy
but he's taken a few knocks.

He doesn't give up though.

BROOKS: Do you know
where can we find him?

He said he was just
going for a meal with family.

Right now.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Mike Jones.

DS Matt Devlin.
DS Ronnie Brooks.

Could we have a word, please?

I know the prices are over the
top, Jim, but calling the cops?

Mike, what's going on?

Nothing to worry about, right?

Well we'd like to ask
Mr. Jones a few questions

regarding an incident
the other evening.

Now?

It's okay, Fiona.

I won't be long. I'll
see you back at the flat.

Look after her.

Seems our Mr. Jones
has previous.

Used to own a black cab, lost his
license for three years. Drunk driving.

And when he was ,
he was done for as*ault.

And what about history
of v*olence since then?

Nothing he's been done for.

Well, if he hasn't done anything,
why's he wearing a hole in the carpet?

Fiona and I were out
with friends that night.

We got back home
about : in the morning.

And what about before that?

Look, you do know I'm getting
married tomorrow afternoon?

Well, the sooner we can get this cleared
up Mike, the sooner you can be out of here.

I'm a kitchen porter
at the Warren Hotel.

I started at :
a.m., did a double shift

and finished at
: in the evening.

You're sure about that? Yeah.

: in the evening.
On the button.

Okay, so you left work at
: and then what happened?

I was on my way home and there
was this lad, flash car, flash suit.

You mean Robbie Nichols?

Well, if you say so.

And he had a flat tire,

and he looked as if he didn't know
one end of a spanner from the other so

I offered to help.

But you didn't think
to let the police know

that you was with Robbie
Nichols just before he was k*lled?

I... I didn't see anything. Besides,
I'm working all the hours I can.

Weddings don't
pay for themselves.

You know that Robbie Nichols' watch
and wallet went missing when he was k*lled.

You think I k*lled
someone for their watch?

The watch was worth
grand, buys a lot of wedding cake.

I stopped to help
change a wheel.

Do you ever hear of
the good Samaritan?

Yeah. But the good Samaritan was
never done for as*ault though, was he?

Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

Look, that was years ago.

That bloke came at
me. It was self-defense.

I did not k*ll Robbie Nichols!

STANLEY: We went through a dozen
kitchen porters before Mike started.

Our chef's a real pain.

Best cook in London? He's not
even the best cook in the kitchen.

Mike said he was working
here till :. Is that right?

He would've worked the
graveyard shift if I'd let him.

He left at :.

You're sure about that?

Yeah, you can
check his time card.

All staff have to
clock in and out.

Clean that.

And those records are
never tampered with?

No, they're all digital.

Mike left at :,
on the button.

On the button.

The exact phrase that Mike used.

You see Mr. Paxman, we hear
a lot of things in things in this job

and rehearsed
alibis is one of them.

This is a m*rder investigation.
Giving a false alibi is a serious offense.

m*rder? No, no way. This
is Mike we're talking about.

He's not capable of that.

This is Mike we're talking about.
He had a criminal record, didn't he?

Yeah, for drink driving.

So you won't mind if we have
a look at your security DVDs?

I mean if you're telling the truth, you've
got nothing to worry about, have you sir?

Mike left at :, asked me
to swipe his card out at :.

You don't just lose three hours
down the back of a sofa, Ron.

This bloke is desperate, he's
working every hour that God gave

so he goes out, he
looks for someone to rob.

Well, I agree there is
reasons to rob someone,

but not batter
'em to death, Matt.

Thank you! He did?
Right, thank you.

That was the caterer
for Mike's wedding.

Six months ago, he
couldn't pay the deposit.

Yesterday, he settles the full
amount, five and a half grand, cash.

(INDISTINCT SPEAKING)

MIKE: If that's Jim, I
hope he got the ring.

Michael Jones,

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the m*rder of Robert Nichols.

You do not have to say anything but
it may harm your defense if you do not

mention when questioned something
which you later rely on in court.

I just stopped to help
someone who was in trouble.

Yeah, you stopped and helped
yourself to Robert Nichols' watch.

What did you do with it?

Did you sell it to a specialized
trader? Did you flog it to a mate?

(SIGHS) Six months
ago, I took a second job.

I was a controller
in a taxi firm.

I wasn't cabbying. I'm trying
to get my driving license back.

That's where I got the cash.

So why did you feel
the need to lie to us

about where you were
between : and : p.m.?

Because the owner of the
cab company, he's a mate

and he doesn't always
hire drivers who are kosher.

(LAUGHING)

I'm sorry, do you
find this funny?

Well, look at
me. Top hat, tails.

I'm in a police station
on my wedding day.

You either laugh or cry.

The DNA, Mike, on the m*rder
w*apon and on the napkins is a match.

And it's yours.

Well, of course it is.

I helped change a wheel.

Yeah, or b*at him to death.

This isn't right! Sit
down, please, Mike.

Look, I'm supposed to be
getting married in half an hour.

Sit down, Mike!

(SIGHS LOUDLY)

The only DNA on the m*rder
w*apon is Robbie Nichols' and yours.

So Mr. Jones...

There was another bloke there.

He turned up as I was taking
the spare wheel out of the car.

He seemed to know
Robbie Nichols.

Maybe he was wearing gloves.

So this... This other bloke, who
happened to know Robbie Nichols,

and happened to be wearing
gloves, what did he look like?

I don't remember.

Right, then I'll put a description
out for Mr. Invisible then, shall I?

Look, it's the truth. He was
there. He took over from me.

They were changing
the wheel when I left.

Fiona's family have flown
in from Spain and a mate,

he's paid for the hotel rooms.
This wasn't supposed to happen.

You know what
Mike? I believe you.

I really do.

That it wasn't
supposed to happen,

that it wasn't planned.

Maybe...

You just stumbled across Robbie
Nichols, maybe you saw his watch...

(STAMMERING) No,
you don't understand.

You know what? Cut the
crap, Mike and tell us the truth!

Maybe I should have kept going.

Maybe I shouldn't
have stopped to help.

This bloke... I know
what he's capable of.

If he comes after me or Fiona...

Except there is no other bloke,
is there, Mike? There's only you.

You don't know
what you're asking!

Mike! Don Marsh!

That's why I never came forward.

Don Marsh, he was there.

How does Mike know Don Marsh?

Well, he's lived in the
East End most of his life.

I mean everyone there must
know of Marsh's reputation surely?

Guv, Mike's DNA is all
over the m*rder w*apon

and Mike was in the
right place at the right time.

BROOKS: Or he could've been in
the wrong place at the wrong time.

Not many criminals we do know that keep
down two jobs and if Marsh was there...

It would explain why
Mike didn't come forward.

Yeah.

Last two blokes who grassed on
Marsh were sh*t in the back of the head

and dumped
somewhere near the M.

Why would Marsh
m*rder Robbie Nichols?

Well if Nichols was into Marsh
or any of Marsh's activities

like loan sharking, dr*gs, toms,

blackmail, then it's take your pick
time if Mike's story is true isn't it?

Start making enquiries.

Find out if there's a connection
between Marsh and Robbie Nichols.

Right, I'll get the FIE to send
over Marsh and Nichols' files.

Guv, what do we do
about Mike Jones?

Well, he's lied before,
he might still be lying.

No, he stays in
the system. Right.

Listen, boys, let's
not take any risks

if we are dealing with
the Marsh brothers.

We know they've paid off
some coppers before now

and they boast they've
got a judge on their books.

I think you two should work in a secure
office upstairs, just for the time being.

And watch your backs.

According to his bank
statements right, Robbie Nichols'

largest cash withdrawal
stopped around about a year ago.

I need a break.

And they're all
from Lowe Street.

Dino's Pie and Mash
is on Lowe street.

There's a casino on Lowe Street.

The Palms.

And footballer's love casinos.

Yeah, wait a sec... .

Lowe Street.
Queensfordly Holdings.

Bingo.

And guess who the major
shareholder in Queensfordly Holdings is?

Mr. Donald Marsh.

Robbie's a good tipper,
no matter how big he loses.

And he loses a lot?

Yeah, he's on a losing
streak at the moment.

Well, it just ended. Robbie
was m*rder*d last week.

God. That's terrible.

Yeah. Was Robbie a regular?

Yeah, he's a regular at my
table, five, six nights a week.

So did he ever have any money
troubles when he was in here?

No. Mr. Marsh always
looked after him.

Robert Nichols
was absolutely skint.

He may not be a
Premier League player

anymore, but he's
certainly spending like one.

Credit cards are maxed out and
he's well behind on his mortgage.

He's a proper gambler.
Big old line of credit.

So Nichols owes cash to Marsh's casino's,
Marsh is the last one to see him alive.

We search Marsh's office.
There's a JP downstairs.

I'll get her to sign the warrant.
No briefings, no mobiles,

just load any uniform
you trust onto a carrier.

I don't want Marsh
getting any heads-up.

Spent my early
teens in that ring.

Don't tell me, they had pie
eating contests in the weekend.

Junior Featherweight Champion,
four years on the bounce.

You were a Featherweight?

I still am a Featherweight. It's
just that my clothes got small.

What is this? Slow
day at the station, Ron?

Get everyone out lads, eh?

You need a warrant
to search here.

What, you mean like this?

Looks like your contacts
aren't as good as you thought.

I'm calling my brief.

Everything all right, son?

I said everything all right?

Yeah, copper?

(BREATHING HEAVILY) Yeah?

Take it easy.

Just... Just... Ronnie?

One sec, Matt! Stay
where you are, Matt.

Who's that?

Don't look at him,
son, look at me.

Huh?

Don't look at him, just look
at me. Keep your eyes on me.

Matt.

Give us a second. Mate...

Keep looking at me.

Matt get everyone out. Go on.

DEVLIN: Get everyone out
of here, get everyone out now.

It's just us two now.
What's your name?

What's your name, son?

Charlie.

My name's Ronnie.

You don't wanna do this,
Charlie. Do you? Really?

And I certainly
don't wanna be here.

So why don't we take it easy, eh?
Why don't you put the g*n down, yeah?

Clear the area. Now!

Right, take Mr. Marsh
down the station.

You've gotta be joking!

CO.

We've got a firearm on the
premises. Suspect has a hostage.

It's not my g*n! It
was on your premises.

That's it.

Come on.

(WHISPERING) It doesn't have
to be like this, Charlie, does it?

Come on.

(SOFTLY) That's it.

MARSH: Oi, Harry! Call
our brief, tell him where I am!

Come on. Call off
the cavalry, Matt.

You'll be okay.

CO. Scratch that last.

Tea, four sugars.

Don't look so worried.
Get that down here.

Uniform found this
in Charlie's bag.

It's Robbie Nichols' watch.

Right.

You don't get rid of
me that easy, sunshine.

We recovered three sets
of prints from Nichols' watch

his own, yours and your boss'.

So, where did you
get the watch Charlie?

I don't remember.

Oh, a grand watch and you
can't remember where you got it?

The best thing to do,
son, is just tell us the truth.

You don't know what
Mr. Marsh is like. If I talk...

I tell you, it's not him you've
gotta worry about, it's me.

You knew that watch was in your bag. You
knew what would happen when we found it.

You pulled a g*n
on a police officer!

You threatened his
life because of that.

Look, the g*n's not
mine. I was looking after it.

Possession of a firearm

with intent to cause fear of
v*olence is five years minimum.

Minimum, Charlie.

I wouldn't have
pulled the trigger.

Oh, you think he knew that?

Do you?

If you were my
boy, I tell you...

What you did today was stupid.

Getting yourself involved
with Marsh was stupid.

I'll tell you something about mistakes.
You don't have to keep making them.

You can tell us where
you got Nichols' watch.

How did you get it?

I'm asking you, Charlie, how
did you get Nichols' watch?

Where did you
get Nichols' watch?

Mr. Marsh gave it to me.

It was a finder's fee.

For what?

I knew he was
looking for Nichols.

Nichols owed him money.

I passed his car on the
street. I phoned Mr. Marsh.

So you told Marsh
how to find Nichols?

This bloke at the gym said
Nichols' was into Mr. Marsh

for something like a
quarter of a million quid.

No comment.

Charlie Blake spotted Nichols
and called you on his mobile.

Is that when you went down
and b*at Robert Nichols to death?

No comment.

For the tape, DS Brooks
has just entered the room.

Must have made you feel
young again, like old times.

Getting your hands dirty. Grab that iron
bar and b*at a defenseless bloke to death.

No comment.

Is there an echo in here?

I used to box in
that gym as a nipper.

I used to really enjoy it.

Family run place, it was nice.

Well, it was of course,
until you lot moved in.

When you gonna give up, Ron?

Well, that's never gonna happen.

You put the booze before your
daughters, you put the job before them.

Isn't it time you started
thinking about your girls, Ron?

That's Detective
Sergeant Brooks to you.

I see Don Marsh was
his usual talkative self.

According to Charlie Blake,
Marsh k*lled Robbie Nichols.

Yeah, didn't you say
that about Mike Jones?

All the forensics
did point to...

Matt, he's winding
you up, you're so easy.

Anyway, the CCTV has Marsh
hurrying away from the gym,

a few minutes after
taking the call from Charlie.

Apparently, Marsh wanted
to do Nichols personally.

How much does he owe Marsh?

Well, Charlie Blake reckons it's
about a quarter of a million pounds.

God, no wonder
Marsh took it personally.

Look, charge Marsh with m*rder,
we'll start prepping the case.

Don Marsh. Good work!

Thank you. But what
about Mike Jones?

He's still being detained
at Her Majesty's pleasure.

Yeah, I'll issue a
notice of discontinuance.

Let's get him released and back
into the loving arms of his fiancee.

If she'll still have him.

PHILLIPS: We expedited your
release three hours after Charlie Blake...

I spent four days in prison.
I missed my wedding.

I was forgotten about. I was
in a cell with a nutter, a junkie.

(SIGHS) Just leave me alone.

Cathal... You
screwed up, Alesha.

You owe Mike Jones a
lot more than an apology.

He was humiliated in front
of his in-laws, his future wife.

They spent two years
scrimping and saving

and in one afternoon, your lot
flushed eight grand down the bog.

Rest assured, we'll be
seeking financial compensation.

James.

I don't know. I give
you one simple job.

Mike's just angry,
he'll get over it.

With good cause.

Wrongly arrested,
wrongly accused.

Then he shouldn't have lied to the
police when they interviewed him.

He's free now.
The system worked.

Besides, we've got
more pressing worries.

For the Crown to lose one
piece of evidence is a misfortune,

to lose two sounds
like carelessness.

I think we'd all like to know

how vital evidence disappeared
from the secure police property store?

The IPCC have suspended
a uniformed officer.

She removed the watch and the
finger print evidence on Marsh's behalf.

Ridiculous and verging on
libelous. My client's in custody.

He has had no contact with friends
or family since his incarceration.

Except through his brief.

Never saw you as Marsh's
messenger boy, Jason.

I thought you were
better than that.

You're trying to rile me, James.

Clever. Ignoring it.

My client should not be punished for
the police and CPS' incompetencies.

The Crown's case is built around
the stolen watch and the prints on it.

And, I'm not a
messenger boy, James!

That's insulting of you.

That's nothing. You should
hear what I think about your client.

My client's been denied
bail based on this evidence.

As there's no evidence,
my skeleton for the dismissal.

We're developing other evidence.

I intend to put Marsh away
for as long as possible.

Speak to the list office, get the
application listed and I'll rule on it.

Marvelous.

With all due respect,
isn't it a bit early

to start hearing
applications for dismissal?

Is your client
applying for bail?

Don Marsh has k*lled four,
no five people, that we know of.

None of which has ever been
proven in court, has it, Mr. Steel?

I'll hear bail application if
your notice is served on time.

I have another trial in,
ooh, minutes. Gentlemen.

STEEL: Marsh is pissing all
over the legal system, Jason.

Speculation. Best left
to the tabloids, yes?

You know he's behind the missing
evidence. How can you defend him?

You tried to put him away
when you were in my position.

You're the only person
that's ever beaten me, James.

Can't let that
stand. Reputation.

The foundation of civilization.

It's not a competition, Jason.

Look at me.

What I am.

And what I'm not.

Everything's a competition.

How do you think I got here?

This will end badly for you.

Good luck representing Marsh.

It's going to take more than
hand gel to wash his dirt away.

Place your hand on the Bible
and read aloud from the card.

I swear by Almighty God that the
evidence I shall give, shall be the truth,

the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth.

(WHISPERS) Marsh
has got to Charlie.

Charlie Blake's in witness protection.
There's no way Marsh has got to him.

He got to the evidence in a
locked police store, didn't he?

Charlie Blake has just said
that his original police statement

was a lie. Now
that is a disaster!

That's what I like about
you, George. Your optimism.

Does this look like
the face of an optimist?

What national football
team do I support?

Point taken. Yeah.

What do you know
about the Judge?

Burchville? Not much.

Just called to the bench last year.
This is his highest profile case to date.

Why?

Charlie said that he was calling
Marsh to ask for an extra shift at the gym,

and Judge Burchville seemed,
I don't know, he just seemed

a bit quick to accept
his change of story.

What did you expect him to do?

His job.

If he threatened Charlie with
perverting the course of justice,

we could have got
him to tell the truth.

Charlie changed his story
because prison doesn't worry him.

Being found on the M with a
b*llet in the back of the skull does.

(PHONE RINGING)

Which, coincidently, is
what I suspect the DPP,

has in mind for us if
Marsh walks free again.

Good afternoon, Carla.

The jury has a right to know about
Mr. Marsh's previous conviction.

I've already ruled.

His convictions are not
to be adduced, Mr. Steel.

The defendant was convicted
of Grievous Bodily Harm.

He hospitalized a member of his g*ng.
Robbie Nichols was beaten to death.

How is his propensity for v*olence
in one case not relevant to another?

I've made my decision. Your application
is refused. Now move on, Mr. Steel,

or you'll be held in contempt.

You'll hold me in contempt?

Mr. Steel, I'm this close to
losing my patience with you.

If I strangled him, I'd
be out in what, years?

This is our one and only chance
to put Marsh away, James.

If anyone can do it, it's you.

How?

I feel like I'm fighting Marsh with
both hands tied behind my back.

What do you suggest,
Glasgow kiss?

Only as a last resort.

I've done some
digging on Burchville.

He asked to be assigned
to this trial, George.

That doesn't mean that
he's in Marsh's pocket.

For all we know, his in-laws are staying
and he just wants to get out of the house.

He's blocking me
every chance he gets.

I haven't managed to get a
single application past him.

Yeah, I know, I know, it
doesn't mean he's bent.

So what now?

There was another
witness. Mike Jones.

He saw Marsh with Nichols
minutes before the m*rder.

The problem is he's
not answering our calls.

Odd that, given the whole
unlawful detention thing.

Please tell me you had him ID Marsh
before he was released from prison?

We had incriminating physical evidence
and Charlie's confession at that stage.

So that's a no then?

Mike had been held for
four days and three nights.

He'd missed his wedding. I wanted
to get him home as quickly as possible.

You should have been thinking
about getting the case home.

Excuse me for thinking
about his feelings.

I'll make sure it
never happens again.

I'll track Mike down
and do some groveling.

(LAUGHING)

You are joking.

If you formally identify
the man you saw that night,

we can proceed with the trial
for the m*rder of Robbie Nichols.

You lock me up for being in the
wrong place at the wrong time,

for doing a good deed,

for telling you
who k*lled the lad,

and now you want me to
stop your case falling apart?

I know.

I'm sorry about
what happened, Mike.

I've a pocket full of
sorries, Miss Phillips.

You tell whoever you work for,

hell will freeze over
before I do anything to help.

You're right. You don't have
to do anything to help us.

You didn't have to do anything
to help Robbie Nichols that night

he had a flat tire. But you did.

And who helps me?

Who helps me tell Fiona that
her family were wrong about me?

You act as if none of that
other stuff ever happened.

You lied to the police.

I know what Marsh is capable of.

I should be on honeymoon,

in Portugal.

You're a good man, Mike.

Who did the right thing
and got screwed for it.

Most people would have walked
past Robbie Nichols that night.

But you didn't.

I'm appealing to
that decent person

who did the right thing and
stopped to help a stranger.

You have an opportunity to
help Robbie Nichols again.

Only this time, doing the right
thing puts his k*ller behind bars.

BROOKS: Matt.

There's no need for
introductions, right?

Hiya, Mike.

Sorry about, uh, well.

We were just doing our job.

Can I get you a cup of tea?

You've done enough, mate.

CHANDLER: We do appreciate
you doing this, Mr. Jones.

They're ready for you
now to do the formal ID.

Let's get this over with.

BROOKS: Okay, John,
thank you very much.

Mike, we're gonna run
this through twice for you.

If you see the person you think you
saw on the night of Robbie Nichol's m*rder

just let us know. That's him.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

You're certain that's
the man you saw?

Yeah, I'm certain,
I've got to take this.

Fiona?

What?

Look, stay calm. I'm on my way.

Mike what's up?
Fiona's been att*cked.

I was just walking
down the street.

There was this man, he said you'd had
an accident and he'd take me to see you.

Would you recognize
him if you saw him again?

It was all so fast.

I was worried about Mike,

and there was another man
in the back seat of the car.

I started screaming,

and he slapped me.

He said, he said, if
you talked at the trial,

he said he'd k*ll you.

I think you should go now.

You need to talk
to the police, Fiona.

I don't even want
her talking to you.

You have to give them a full
description so they can deal with this.

(WHISPERS) Mike, please.

They knew I was at the police
station. They knew she was alone.

We can help you.

You can start by leaving.

Look, hiding in your
flat isn't the answer.

You heard what
happened in broad daylight!

Anything could have
happened in the back of a car.

The only way to end this
is to face Marsh down.

The only way to end this is
for me to keep my mouth shut.

I've told the police that
and now I'm telling you.

That's what Marsh wants
and that's what he's gonna get.

Please.

PHILLIPS: Fiona,
please think about it.

You're a material witness.

That means I can get
a witness summons.

If you don't attend court and give
your evidence, I'll make an application.

I'll have you re-arrested
and I'll force you into the box.

You do that.

So Jones gives a statement
saying he's in fear of his life,

we make a hearsay application, we
have his statement read out in court.

It happens all the time.

If we had any other
judge, that might work,

we've gotta force him to
give evidence against Marsh.

Well, so Marsh intimidates him
out of the box, we intimidate him in.

We're supposed
to be the good guys.

Yeah, but the bad guys
don't play by the rules.

We have any idea who it is that
is intimidating our only witness?

It's not Don Marsh. He's still on remand
and calls from the prison are monitored.

What about his brother? They run
the business together, don't they?

The police have just
started watching him.

So far, he hasn't made
an attempt to contact Mike.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

He won't have to
contact him again.

He's succeeded.

Unless you have a plan to flush out who's
leaning on Mike, we don't have a case.

I can't believe we're going to
have to let Marsh walk on this.

Set up a meeting with
Jason and Don Marsh.

Manslaughter.

That's your offer?

No, no way.

We're prepared to accept
your client only intended to rob,

and that he didn't
have the intention to k*ll.

You don't have anything on me.
You wouldn't be here if you did.

Don.

Now I know, you know, I
know you don't have anything.

So, what are you up to,
James? What are we doing here?

We've got a witness who
puts your client on the street,

at the time of
Robbie Nichols' death.

A witness who remembered a fact after
his what, sixth, seventh hour in custody?

A witness who can't
wait to give evidence.

He wants to stand up
in court and tell his story,

no matter what
anyone says to him,

or his fiancee.

MARSH: I'm prepared to
take my chances in court.

Is your witness?

When you come to your
senses, James, give me a shout.

Think about what I said.

You should have told
me what you were doing.

Yeah, but you'd have
only tried to talk me out of it.

You've told him Mike's still
prepared to give evidence!

We need to find
who's intimidating Mike.

If that means I have
to poke a rattlesnake to

get a reaction then
that's what I have to do.

James, you are playing
Russian Roulette with his life.

I know. But I don't
have any other choice.

BROOKS: Trev, is Harry Marsh
showing any sign of life in there?

(OVER RADIO) Negative.
He's still in his office.

Outgoing call, Ron. Right-o!

He's ordering Chinese.

Well, he's the lucky one, I wish
I had Chinese, that is horrible!

You know what the problem...

What you doing?
That's my dinner!

Enough is enough.

What do you mean enough is
enough? This grub, it's my dinner.

Have you nicked them
crime scene bags from work?

These bags are the only thing strong
enough to deal with what you eat!

Mattie, you are
unbelievable, son.

TREVOR: Target's on the move,
Control. Target's on the move.

Right-o, Trev, thank you. Target
sighted, hang on, everyone.

DEVLIN: What's going on?

He's on the mobile phone, now
hang on, what's he doing with that?

What?

He's taking his
mobile phone to bits.

Eh? Yeah.

He's thrown something
down the drain.

Okay, can you
pick him up please?

At : p.m. last night Mike receives
a phone call where he was threatened

I'm quoting, "I guess you
didn't take me seriously before.

"If you go to court, you
and your girlfriend are dead."

And you were watching
Marsh's brother at this time?

Yeah, he dumped a SIM card down the
drain, and then threw a mobile in the bin.

Yeah, we contacted the phone
company. They confirmed.

I mean Mike's house was definitely
called from that card and phone.

Where's Harry Marsh now?

In a cell at Bow Street.

Charge him with intimidation of m*rder.
And let's set up a meeting with Mike.

Thank God. I put on a stone
just watching Ronnie eat.

Three nights, I was beginning
to think Harry wasn't our man.

He just needed
a bit of motivation.

What if his brother gets out?

Harry Marsh isn't going anywhere. He's
been charged with Witness Intimidation.

We're pushing for the
maximum. Five years.

My concern is Don Marsh.

We not gonna get a conviction
unless you give evidence against him.

No. It's too dangerous.

We arrested the person
threatening you, Fiona.

They threatened
to k*ll me and Mike.

The Marsh brothers are behind bars.
We'll provide you with close protection.

That's easy for you to say.
But what about after the trial?

What about Marsh's other
friends? You gonna watch them all?

I know it's risky,

but Marsh will always be a
thr*at, until you stand up to him.

You can't protect us!

Please, just leave us alone.
Let us get on with our lives.

It's not our problem.

Can we count on you, Mike?

FIONA: Don't do this.

Fiona, he threatened you.

Mike, don't... If you do this...

I saw him. He k*lled that lad.

Well, if that's your choice.

Fiona!

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

JENNIFER: Rob was
lying beside the car.

I thought he'd collapsed,

and then I saw the
blood on his face.

Thank you.

Miss Nichols, you gave
evidence that a man,

Mike Jones, entered the restaurant
just before you left. Is that correct?

Yes.

What was on his hands?

I think it was grease.

Grease from your brother's car?

Uh, My Lord, how exactly is the
witness qualified to answer that question?

JUDGE: Mr. Peters, move on.

Miss Nichols, did
Mr. Jones seem anxious?

He looked like
he was in a hurry.

Like he was fleeing
from a crime scene?

Uh... Withdrawn.

No further questions.

JUDGE: You may step
down, Miss Nichols.

Is he here? There's
no sign of him.

I thought he had close
protection? What happened?

Mr. Steel, is there something you
would care to share with the court?

Call your next witness, please.

Uh, My Lord, the Crown's witness
has been temporarily delayed.

Could I ask for an
hour's adjournment?

Very well, it's nearly :.
We'll adjourn till after lunch.

And Mr. Steel, : p.m. Prompt.

(CLICKING TONGUE)

Should you be talking
to me without my brief?

Where's Mike Jones?

Mike Jones, Mike Jones, Mike
Jones... Oh. That Mike Jones.

Well, contrary to what
you might've heard,

I can't walk through walls.

I'd get used to
that. Where is he?

I have no idea
where your witness is.

But thanks for dropping
by. You've made my day.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

That'll be dessert.

STEEL: He's been arrested?

He's being held in
custody in Camden.

Apparently, he managed to
give his body guards the slip.

Oh, what part of close
protection don't they understand?

He was pulled over for
driving with a faulty brake light.

He's been driving? He hasn't
got a license or insurance.

He wasn't just driving illegally when he
was arrested he was working as a cabbie.

Oh, we like Mike!

MIKE: I'm sorry Mr. Steel...

You don't have to
explain yourself to him.

You promised to give evidence.

Fiona's left me.

MIKE: I thought
she'd come round,

but she said if I gave evidence
she'd leave me forever.

She's just scared,
it's understandable.

I love her.

We're done talking, James.

You promised, Mike.

I know, I know, I know. But
what am I supposed to do?

What am I doing here?

They want me to give evidence
against the owner of the cab company,

you want me in the box against
Marsh, I'm being torn apart here!

Look, all I tried to do
was help change a wheel.

I don't understand
how all this happened.

I've lost my job at the
hotel, I've lost Fiona,

I have nothing left
to give, Mr. Steel.

If I promise to help
you, will you help me?

I don't think he can take
much more of your help.

The law works because
of people like you, Mike,

people who put
themselves in the line of fire

because it's the right thing
to do. You're a good man.

Who the defense will tear apart. He'll
lose any chance of getting a license back.

Look, I need you in the box.

Robbie Nichols' family need
you in the box, so help me, please!

PETERS: Mr. Jones, did you
see my client att*ck Mr. Nichols?

(STAMMERING)
Uh, no, I left before.

Did you see my client with
a wheel brace in his hands?

No.

But I heard...

When you were being
the good Samaritan

and helping Mr. Nichols
change his tire,

where were you coming from?

From work.

By work, you mean the hotel?

Mr. Jones?

You were answering
phones for a cab company

that employs illegal
drivers, weren't you?

Uh, My Lord, I fail to see the
relevance of Mr. Jones' occupation.

He's a witness, not on trial.

JUDGE: Exactly, Mr. Steel.

The definition of which
requires him to give witness.

Answer the question, Mr. Jones.

I don't see what that's
got to do with what I saw.

PETERS: This very morning,

you were arrested for driving
without an insurance, without a license.

Yes, I was.

Your word as a witness is as valid
as your driving license, Mr. Jones.

You don't know the
meaning of the word truth.

I know what I saw. Really?

In your first police interview,

you said you
didn't see anything!

I explained why I was...

You were lying then.

But, you're not lying now?

'Course not.

No further questions.

STEEL: Rebuttal, My Lord.

Why did you lie
to the police, Mike?

(SIGHS)

As a cabbie, you learn to spot
trouble and this was one of those times.

You were scared?

Well, they were arguing when I
left and I just wanted to get away.

Get home.

I didn't think.

Look,

I know I've made mistakes,
I've let people down,

my kids,

my divorce,

and God knows I haven't
always done the right thing.

But, whatever you think of
me, well, I can live what that,

I can live with that,

because the right thing
now is to tell you what I saw.

And I saw,

Marsh with Robbie Nichols,

just before he was m*rder*d.

I just wish...

Go on, Mike.

Every day I
think, if I'd stayed,

if I hadn't been scared,

none of this would've happened.

So what do you think?
Could go either way.

Juries.

Understand, James, win,
lose, I don't need your pity.

Pity?

I was being genuine, Jason.

That's your problem,
James, you care.

Since when was
caring a dirty word?

It'll be your downfall one day.

Yeah, you may be right.

But you know what?

I can't think of a
better way to go.

CLERK: In relation to count one,
on the indictment alleging m*rder,

do you find the defendant,
Donald Marsh guilty or not guilty?

FOREPERSON: Guilty.

(ALL MURMURING)

Get off of me.

Yeah, great. No
problem, take care.

Mike's given his word that he'll stick to
being a kitchen porter for the time being,

and I've given my word
that I'll speak to his defense.

He'll get a community order.

Oh, how lucky were we,
to have him as a witness?

Mmm.

And how did you convince
Fiona to come to court?

I thought you did that.

It's frightening, isn't it?

The entire British
justice system,

depends on the
decency of a Mike Jones.

And reassuring.