05x01 - Flaw

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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.

"Grey Astra, jumped a red light, corner of West Street.

Pulling over now.

" Sir, turn your engine off and step out of the car, please.

Let's go.

Can you call some backup? Romeo 45 in pursuit.

Jesus.

Right down another one way.

Christopher Street.

Over.

Careful, you'll spin out.

I've got it, Tom.

Right, stay on him.

Yeah, I've got him.

Are you OK, sir? Stay inside your vehicle, please.

Ambulance, please, as soon as possible.

Tom.

Tom.

So two fatalities.

The driver, male, 20s.

And in his boot, male, 60s.

From the amount of blood, I'd say already dead when he was put there.

Right.

Good.

Whoa.

Some shunt this, Pete.

New Sam? Just started, has he? Eh? Yeah.

Joined us today from Child Protection.

Joe.

OK, thanks.

Pete, Joe.

Joe, Pete.

DS Hawkins.

Right.

So, Astra showed up on VODs.

It was nicked this afternoon, Kentish Town.

Good.

Anything on him? Ah, well, no.

No wallets, pockets are empty.

No phones.

Also, no teeth and no hands.

Poor sod.

No dental records.

No fingerprints.

Nice, easy one to start you off with.

There's nothing from Missing Persons matching the bloke in the boot.

Although Forensics did find traces of blood and oil on the driver's shoes.

A lock-up, maybe, or a garage.

Could be.

Also, partial footprint in the passenger well.

Same blood, same oil, different shoes.

He had a friend.

Yeah.

How's he doing? Anne said he was a demon yesterday with the health and safety stuff.

The rest I'm not too sure about.

Luckily he's got you to show him the ropes.

I don't have time to show people ropes.

Your job.

Hey, Joe, how's it going.

Good.

Actually, got a match on the driver's dabs.

Goes by the name of Billy Knowles.

Shedload of previous.

I know Billy Knowles.

Hired muscle.

KAs? We'll get onto it, Wes.

Already done.

There you go.

Billy Knowles.

I think he'll show you a thing or two, Ron.

Cheers.

Kris Akron? This is DS Brooks and D DS Joe Hawkins.

Yeah? You don't sound too sure.

Do you know Billy Knowles? A bit.

Quite a lot, I'd say.

Didn't you do some thieving together? Nicking cars.

Then you graduated to ABH, wasn't it? That's going up in the world.

That's my old life, yeah? Billy, the Feds, all that.

I choose not to go that way no more.

But didn't you and Billy get charged with as*ault five months ago? The charges were dropped.

A case of mistaken identity.

Is that right? See, I've learnt my lesson.

I study.

I'm smart.

I'm gonna break out, be a success, just like you.

Pillar of the community.

It was easy for you, though, weren't it, DS Hawkins? Bit higher up the pigmentocracy.

Shadism has its benefits, you know what I mean? Kris, where were you last night? I was studying.

When did you last see Billy Knowles? I can't remember.

You have to ask him.

Yeah, well, we can't.

He's dead.

Shadism? Basically, the closer to white you are, the better.

That's the theory.

Oh, really? Yeah.

It's right up there with evolution and relativity! Brooks.

Blunt force trauma to the back of the head.

Single blow, judging from the mess they made of his jaw.

I'd say they used the same thing to knock the teeth out.

And the hands? Hacksaw, probably.

Both done post-mortem.

No finesse.

So whoever did it wasn't really interested in t*rture, just anonymity, yeah? And they did a pretty good job, right? Not that good.

A radio cephalic fistula.

Right, so, he's on dialysis? Oh, in case you were wondering, there are 27 dialysis centres in Greater London.

And a radiocephalic fistula is a surgical procedure.

How many of them perform surgery? See, we'll make a detective of him yet.

He was meant to dialyse at the hospital last night.

That's where I thought he was.

Mrs Bernstein, do you know why anyone would want to hurt your husband? No, Harry didn't have any enemies.

When did you last see him? I need to ring the synagogue.

The burial, Taharah.

I need to speak to the rabbi.

Mrs Bernstein, when did you last see your husband? Yesterday.

As always, he went to work.

He works in Hatton Garden in diamonds.

Did he have any problems, mention anything, trouble of any kind? He never talked about work.

Leave it at the front door, he says.

Talk to David.

If anyone'll know, he'll know.

David? His partner, David Winkleman.

Harry took him on as an apprentice.

Taught him everything.

Harry trusted him.

Like a son.

Yeah, I sent everyone home.

They're all too upset.

Hm.

That's a lot of noughts.

Business good, is it? Business is good.

We stopped cutting and polishing rough diamonds a few years ago.

Indians do it cheaper.

You ever get anyone approaching you? Stolen goods, that sort of thing? No.

Harry stayed away from all of that.

He taught me early on, don't look at the rocks, look at the face.

We do pretty much the same thing.

When was the last time you saw Harry? Last night, around seven.

He was on his way to meet someone.

Who? He didn't say.

At that time of night, he would have met him at Frank's Noshery.

He was in the corner.

The one Harry always has when he wants to talk business.

Nice and private.

And who was he meeting? Mickey Belker.

Bum.

I tell you this.

Things were getting pretty heated.

So, they rowed? Three times I went to take their dessert order.

And Harry wasn't interested.

Whatever Mickey was selling, Harry wasn't buying.

It was a disagreement.

What kind of disagreement? I had a business proposition I was willing to put his way and Harry wasn't interested.

It happens.

And that's it? That's it.

We kissed and made up.

Then we left.

Together? Harry had to go home by Tube.

We said goodbye in the street, "It's been too long, yada-yada, we must do it again soon".

Like you do.

Hm.

And had you known Harry Bernstein long? We were at DeBeers together, in the sorting room.

Harry had the best eyes in the business.

He could spot a macle at 50 feet.

A macle? A flaw.

Nothing got past Harry Bernstein.

Nothing.

Oh, hey, Ron, look at this.

Camera from Frank's Noshery.

That's Harry and Belker leaving.

It's just like Belker said, though, yeah? But he also said they kissed and made up.

Yeah.

One sec, sorry.

Hello.

Brooks's phone.

Just hold.

And look, they definitely didn't go their separate ways.

Sorry, go ahead.

That is great.

Thank you very much, thank you.

Joe, get your coat, we found Harry Bernstein's teeth.

Tell you what, though, that is a bit of a shock.

What's that? Well, your kids drop their sweets under the car, Mum goes down to pick 'em up, comes back up with a couple of molars and an incisor.

Lovely.

Well, that's one way to learn about tooth decay.

Ta.

Hello, Joy.

Hi, Ronnie.

Right, we had tyre marks matching the Astra and CCTV shows it driving in at 9:47.

Right.

So, they park up, take Harry out of the car.

Done deal.

Yeah.

So, anything else, Joy? The usual.

f*g ends.

Sweet wrappers.

Used condom.

Filthy haystack, no needle.

Yeah.

Right, here comes the Astra.

Yeah.

Well, that's no good, you can't tell who's inside.

Fast forward it on for me, please.

See if it's any better when they come out.

There.

No.

Great.

All right, well, we'll check some of the cameras on the street.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Hang on.

Whoa.

Just go back for me please.

Back.

Back.

Bit further.

Bit further.

There.

It's like a few minutes after the Astra leaves.

And what is he getting rid of? Yeah, well, don't just go opening it.

You don't know what's in it.

It's all right.

I got it.

I got it.

What's in there? He comes back down and sees what? Something that makes him run like hell.

Yeah, all right.

Well, why don't we ask around? Because someone somewhere will know who 'Eyeris' is.

He's supposed to be at school but he hasn't come out of his room all day.

I've tried everything.

Shouting, bribing, you name it, nothing.

Was he out last night? Why? Has he been spraying walls again? Danny? Hello, Danny.

Mind if we have a little chat? We know that you were there, Danny.

We've asked around.

We know that you are Eyeris.

Look, we're not interested in graffiti.

Danny, we just wanna know what you saw.

We know that you're scared as well.

I mean, you saw something horrible last night.

Anything you can tell us, Danny.

Anything you overheard.

A name? Seriously, any little thing that can help us.

It's there, Wes, I know it.

We just push a little bit harder.

No.

No.

He's completely traumatised.

He's our only lead.

Well, maybe he is too scared to talk.

It's not like he knows and he isn't saying.

It's a blank.

He saw a man m*rder*d and have his hands cut off.

I've seen this, especially with kids.

They bury the memory deep, right? And if we try and push too hard Well, I'm not gonna do that, though, am I? Look, he's not talking.

Right? At least, not yet.

And until he does, until he's ready, we're wasting our time.

OK.

Start again.

Back to square one, fellas.

Look at the evidence from the scene again, will you? And that Mickey Belker, I mean, he's lied to us once, so see what you can dig up.

OK.

What are you gonna do? I'm giving evidence, and I just wanna run through it first.

What, the Horgan case? Yeah.

You do that every time? Well, this one's special.

But look, let me introduce you to a couple of people.

This is Jacob Thorne and Kate Barker from the CPS.

This is DS Hawkins.

Joe.

Hi.

Hey.

First day? Pretty much.

Ronnie throw you in at the deep end? Just trying to keep my head above water, you know.

Anyway, um, better cr*ck on.

Don't want to drown.

Hm.

Ready? Yeah.

Dale Horgan and Jackson Baylor were involved in a turf w*r.

Concerning the sale of dr*gs? Yes.

Horgan thought that Baylor was trying to muscle in on his territory.

Sorry.

Conjecture.

You have no idea what Horgan thought.

What did you find when you arrived at Baylor's flat? On entering the flat we found Baylor's body in the hallway.

He'd been sh*t in the stomach, point blank.

Was his the only body that you found? No.

We then went into the lounge and found the body of Serena Baylor.

And who was she? Baylor's eight-year-old daughter.

It was his turn to have her that weekend.

She was still clutching her toy Tigger.

Irrelevant.

Do you really have to do that? Look.

Do you wanna trip up now or wait until we get into court? Had Serena Baylor been sh*t, too? Yes.

She left a trail of blood from the hallway.

So she didn't die at once? No.

She had enough time to drag herself back in to the lounge, where she bled out.

Alone, frightened.

She must've been terrified.

No, no, Ron.

You can't say that.

It's too emotional.

Too real is what it is, Kate! Dale Horgan, I mean, he's sh*t the kid and he's probably stood there and watched her die.

You can't let your feelings get in the way.

She was eight.

What was she gonna do, set Tigger onto him? Look, I do know how hard you've worked to get Horgan here, Ronnie.

Watching those previous two trials collapse like that.

It's the same for us, Ronnie.

We want Horgan as much as you do.

But when you get into court, if you let emotion get in the way Ron, I've found something.

Mickey Belker has form, right? Him and his mate.

Handling stolen goods, selling moody perfume from a stall, that kind of thing.

Yeah, but that's a long way from lopping off hands, though, Joe.

Yeah, well, his mate left town, right, but Belker stayed on and moved up to fencing stolen jewellery.

All right.

Does his mate have a name? Harry Bernstein.

Yes, I knew Harry from before.

So what? It's hardly a crime.

No, but melting down stolen gold and silver is.

Fencing stolen diamonds is.

It's the past.

Another country.

We know that - I had a chance to make some real money.

Fence some stones.

But I needed Harry's help.

His reputation.

His contacts.

What was the row about? Harry said he didn't do stuff like that, I respected his decision.

What about the blokes you were fencing for? Did they have a go at convincing him, too? You think I'd tell them I couldn't get Harry? They'd just dump me.

We have a saying, in the Garden.

Muzel brocho.

My word is my bond.

My word counts for sh*t.

I needed Harry.

Why would I hurt him? You wanna know who hurt Harry Bernstein? You You try David bloody Winkleman.

And why would we do that? You start with the fact he was schtupping Harry's missus, and then you take it from there.

Joe? That thing you did when I went to speak to Belker.

I leant forward and you grabbed my arm.

Yeah.

We learnt that working with kids.

You don't fill the silence.

You let them fill it.

Right, that's interesting.

Don't do it again.

We'd stopped noticing each other.

He'd go to work, he'd come home, he'd go to sleep.

I was invisible.

I just needed someone to remind me that I was still How childish is that? And then there was David Winkleman.

He thought there was more to it than there was.

Said we could make a life together, as if that's what I was looking for when all I actually wanted Was to be wanted? It's not something I'm proud of.

Harry should be buried by now.

But they won't release him.

He just lies there in that fridge.

Did your husband find out about David? Are you sure about that? Trust me, if Harry knew, he wouldn't have kept it to himself.

Mickey Belker knew.

Why not Harry? Well, he could spot a macle at 50 feet.

Companies House is full of fascinating things, Mr Winkleman.

For instance, did you know that Harry Bernstein started up a new company only last month, with himself as sole owner? It turns out a lot of your clients are taking their business to Harry's new company.

I mean, he couldn't get rid of you, what with you being a partner of the existing business.

So he started a new one and bypassed you.

That's ridiculous.

He was trying to ruin you.

You betrayed him.

This was his revenge.

My client has said all he's going to say.

He came in voluntarily.

So, one of your clients probably told you where they were going? Is that how you found out? No.

Either arrest him, or this meeting is over.

You were in love with his wife.

He was gonna destroy you.

So, you had to stop him.

Ron.

Yes, guv? You're gonna have to let him go.

What? No, we've still got a couple of hours - Winkleman didn't k*ll Bernstein.

No, no, Wes, look.

He had opportunity, he had motive - She came in about ten minutes ago.

She asked for you by name.

DS Brooks, this is Rebecca Waldman.

Hello there.

Can I help you? I'm on the jury in the Horgan trial.

Oh, no, no.

I'm sorry, we can't speak.

Ron, no.

We're way past that now.

I'm Harry Bernstein's sister.

This was left at my house.

You shared custody of your daughter with Jackson Baylor.

After the divorce, he had her one weekend a month.

I shouldn't have done it.

I should've just On the day in question, what did you see when you dropped her off? They were arguing.

Jackson Baylor and Dale Horgan? Yes.

Did you hear what was said? Horgan had his face right up against Jack's.

He whispered something.

Whatever it was, it must've scared him.

Conjecture, my Lady.

The witness has no idea what was said.

Just confine yourself to what you saw and heard.

What happened then? Horgan got into his car.

And then what? He looked at Jack and went I shouldn't have left her there.

I knew what he was like but I still left her there.

My baby girl.

Thank you.

Nothing further.

The witness is excused.

It was just a gesture.

Eleanor Richmond will say it doesn't prove a thing.

It showed intent.

It showed Horgan had seen too many bad movies.

The jury lapped it up.

Eleanor can talk about reasonable doubt all she likes.

It won't get her anywhere.

Horgan nobbled the jury? The juror's brother was m*rder*d three days ago.

They sent her his hands as a keepsake.

The jury will have to be discharged.

Which means we'll have to start all over again.

No, I don't think so.

She could've tainted the whole jury.

Not necessarily.

We know when she was approached.

She swore she spoke to no one.

And you believe her? She's terrified.

It took her three days to tell the police.

What if you're wrong? What if Horgan got to more than one of them? Something like that takes organisation.

Horgan's got the clout.

Horgan's a big fish in a rank pond, he's not Al Capone.

So you just get this one juror discharged? And then carry on.

Eleven jurors.

Still enough for a majority.

It could work.

None of this is our fault.

The first time, Horgan had a suspected heart att*ck that lasted precisely as long as it took for the trial to collapse.

The second, because a paper ran an article about Horgan just when the jury were deliberating, allowing his brief to yell prejudice.

Now this.

Three trials.

Getting Horgan's been a long time coming.

I'm nearly there, Henry.

Forensics have confirmed the hands belong to Harry Bernstein.

They match the dabs they found at his gaff.

What about the note? Written on the lid with a bog standard marker pen.

OK.

If this is Horgan's work - It is, Wes.

And, look, if it is and we proceed on that basis, then Horgan arranged this from inside.

Let's find out who he's been talking to since the trial began.

Discharge all of them, my Lady.

What? I'm making an application for the entire jury to be discharged.

My Lady.

If one juror has been compromised, who's to say the others haven't been? Are you suggesting that your client has intimidated more than one juror? Not at all.

In the absence of my client being charged with attempting to pervert the course of justice, I must assume the Prosecution has no evidence he had anything to do with it.

Well, who else would it be? There are many people who would benefit from my client being charged with another m*rder.

He's been framed? Seriously? Can you prove he hasn't been? The Defence are trying to take advantage of the situation.

I'm merely concerned that the jury shouldn't be compromised.

This way they get to start over again.

A new jury, a new trial.

Granting this application will be to reward the tampering in the first place.

Skeleton arguments by this evening.

I will hear oral representations tomorrow.

No jury at all? If Eleanor Richmond gets her way, we'll be back where we started.

I'm not sure some of our witnesses can go through it all again.

Judge only.

Well, there's a precedent.

Crown versus Twomey.

Yes, I am aware of that.

The trial continues.

We lose nothing.

And you'll argue it on what basis? Horgan tampered with the last jury, I won't give him the chance to do that again.

And 800 years of constitutional rights go out of the window just like that.

Are you OK with this? That little girl's mum has now given evidence at three trials.

She blames herself as much as she does Horgan.

She's coming apart at the seams, Henry.

She has my sympathy, but it's not an argument.

Look, Horgan tried to abuse the system.

He can't very well hide behind it now.

You don't even know if Horgan knew about the tampering, far less that he ordered it.

I don't have to.

I just have to show a real and present danger of interference and the likelihood that it will continue.

Trial by jury has been around since the Magna Carta.

And you want to go in there tomorrow and tear it up.

Are you telling me not to do it? I'm telling you that before you start down that road, make damn sure you know where you're going.

If you deny my client a jury, you deny him one of the fundamental principles of the legal system.

And he has enjoyed the benefits of that system not once but three times, my Lady.

And now this jury is tainted, with every expectation that it will be again.

The principle is no longer fundamental.

It's flawed.

Trial by jury can only work if it remains uncompromised.

That is not the case here.

Notwithstanding Ms Richmond's comments, the determination of guilt or innocence does not require the presence of a jury alone.

Therefore, under Section 44 of the Criminal Justice Act, 2003, I will grant the application to discharge the jury altogether.

Then I ask that you disqualify yourself, my Lady, and that a new judge be appointed.

There's no need for that.

Mr Thorne has a point.

On what grounds? Your Honour has seen information about my client which would not normally come to the attention of the jury.

I'm sure, my Lady, you can make that distinction.

Nonetheless, there's still danger of the perception of bias.

Don't you agree? OK, list of Horgan's visitors in the last fortnight.

We've got his Mum, his girlfriend four times and Oh, nice one.

There's a surprise.

You haul my arse all the way down here because of a visit? Been friends with Horgan long? We're not friends.

And yet you visited him in prison.

Yeah, it's part of an outreach programme.

Spiritual guidance.

That as*ault charge you b*at five months ago, Kris.

Where the victim suddenly changed his mind, couldn't ID you.

Yeah? And? We showed him a photograph of Dale Horgan.

He went very quiet, didn't he? He was terrified.

You think Dale Horgan had anything to do with his memory failing? Kris? What did you see Horgan about? I don't remember.

Couple of weeks, you don't remember? It can't have been very interesting.

You got all the answers, don't you? To your questions, I do, yeah.

Kris, you know what I think? I think Dale Horgan told you to study the jury.

Pick a weak spot, push someone.

And I reckon you found Rebecca Waldman.

And I think you and Billy Knowles k*lled Harry Bernstein.

Dale Horgan called in his marker.

So that's m*rder, conspiracy to pervert the course of justice.

We're talking a lot of years here, Kris.

You hear what I said? Yeah.

Yeah and I'm hearing a lot of noise, too.

Yap, yap, yap, yap, yap.

Like a terrier.

Or is it a mongrel? Ask me that again! Whoa, whoa.

Whoa! Joe.

Joe.

Joe.

Joe.

We've shown Kris Akron's photo to Bernstein's wife, his business partner, the entire population of Hatton Garden, and nothing.

We can link Horgan to Akron, we've got motive, Wes, but we just can't put Akron at the scene, that's it.

How about that witness, the eyewitness? The boy, Danny.

How's his memory? We spoke to him again this afternoon.

And? 'There are precedents.

In fact, the Diplock Courts in the 70s dispensed with juries.

Some major fraud trials happened without juries and of course Magistrates sit every day without -' You make a good case.

You've drawn Mr Justice Lockwood.

For the Horgan trial? Lockwood's gonna decide? I'd say Eleanor Richmond is offering up a prayer of thanks right about now.

Live sacrifices are more her thing.

You rolled the dice.

Be careful what you wish for, is that it? Well, at least Horgan won't be able to get to any more juries.

Neither will you.

No trading on the jury's emotions.

It won't matter how many tears are shed in the witness box or how scary Horgan looks.

No tricks.

Just you and Eleanor in front of someone who understands the law.

And remember, it won't be you on there having to explain if you lose.

No jury, no justice! Friends of Horgan? Only if they're armed.

Mr Thorne.

Sorry, Mr Thorne.

I just want to say, you don't have to worry.

I will answer the questions, I will relive that day, over and over.

I don't care.

I just want We all want the same thing.

I pray, Miss Barker.

Every night I pray that the good Lord will help me find it in my heart to forgive.

As I was taught.

But I just want him to burn.

All rise.

It has been a rocky path, and it remains a voyage of discovery for us all.

I trust we won't let the novelty go to our heads.

Now.

Since I am the only gallery either of you will be playing to, I suggest you dispense with the usual verbal bells and whistles.

No peacocking.

Is that understood? I missed that.

Yes, my Lord.

Yes, my Lord.

Excellent.

Then let's begin.

The defendant is charged with the murders of Jackson Baylor and Serena Baylor.

How do you plead? Not guilty.

You've arrested my client before, haven't you? Yes.

Twice.

And each time you took no further action? We had insufficient evidence.

That must've been frustrating.

I didn't let it bother me.

You mention the CCTV footage.

Yes.

We identified Dale Horgan parking his car near Baylor's flat on the night of the m*rder.

And Mr Horgan admitted being there? Well, he could hardly deny it, could he? Being there explains the carpet fibres on Horgan's shoes matching Baylor's hall carpet, doesn't it? Yes, but he also had motive.

Just no m*rder w*apon, no g*nsh*t residue, and no conclusive physical evidence.

This sounds very much like a speech, my Lord.

And that sounds very much like peacocking, Mr Thorne.

Ask a question, Ms Richmond.

And watch yourself.

It only encourages him.

Do you recognise this? Yes.

That is my Decision Log.

Relevance, my Lord.

Feathers away, Mr Thorne.

I want to hear.

Can you read out the highlighted section, please? 'Decision number 47.

Trace and interview Johnny Shakwell, who may be associated with victim Baylor.

' Main Line of Enquiry is also ticked.

Who's Johnny Shakwell? Johnny Shakwell is another dealer.

Baylor robbed one of his mules the week before the m*rder.

Baylor took Shakwell's dr*gs? That is correct.

Giving Shakwell a motive.

Did you follow it up? Shakwell didn't sh**t Baylor.

He's got no previous, not even possession of a firearm.

The truth is, Dale Horgan had got under your skin.

No.

So you pursued him, ignoring viable lines of enquiry.

Chasing Jonny Shakwell would've been a waste of my very valuable time.

Because it took you away from where you wanted to be.

Which is here, today, with Dale Horgan on trial for m*rder.

What I want .

.

is for the k*ller of those two people to face justice.

And if it makes up for all the other times, that's just a bonus, right? My Lord.

Nothing further.

Did you consider Shakwell as a suspect? Yes.

Why did you reject him? Because Jonny Shakwell doesn't use g*ns.

It's totally out of character for him.

He doesn't thr*aten, and he doesn't intimidate.

And Dale Horgan? He does it like other people breathe.

The fact that he has thus far evaded a prison sentence in no way blinds me to the sort of man the defendant is.

However, regardless of the obvious flaws in Mr Horgan, I must concern myself with the facts in this case alone.

And despite the weight of circumstantial evidence put forward by the Crown, they have not met the burden of proof.

Reasonable doubt exists.

Therefore, on counts one and two of m*rder, I find the defendant, Dale Horgan, not guilty.

"I was always innocent.

And despite the Crown's attempts at denying me a fair trial, I'm pleased that justice has been done.

I'd hope that my good name has been restored' Come on.

This isn't doing any good.

This where you do a bit of gloating, Dale, is it? I don't need to, little piggy.

I won.

He's laughing at us, Joe.

Yeah? Then we'd better find a way to make him stop.

I've tried.

I just can't remember.

Try again, love.

You never know.

Nothing bad's gonna happen.

See, you got your mum looking out for you.

My mum was like that.

It didn't matter what I did, right or wrong, I always knew she'd be there.

That's good to know, right? I've seen your tag, it's wicked, I like it.

The Eyeris.

Yeah, I thought I could be Hawkeye, cos, like, my surname's Hawkins.

Too many letters.

You'd get caught.

Probably just stick to being a copper, hm? Probably.

Plus, you know, I don't have your head for heights.

Getting your tag that high up on the side of a car park.

It was easy, really.

I could spray upside down.

I'd been practising.

And then? When you left the car park, did you take the main stairs or? Down the ramp.

OK.

And why was that? Why didn't you take the stairs? It was quicker, and it didn't matter because they'd gone by then.

Who'd gone? Then, when you were hiding, what did you see? Anything.

Anything at all.

Look, it is there, I know it.

No.

Send him home.

Gov.

There's one more thing I can try.

I think you've done enough.

Please.

Look.

Push him too hard and we're going to lose him entirely.

Isn't that what you said? Wes.

All right.

It's a great view, innit? Windy, though.

It was windier that night.

It was blowing.

Gusts.

I'd forgotten.

Where were you, Danny? Up there.

Up here? And then what happened? Uh, I saw the car.

And the men.

How many men? Three.

You saw three men? Two standing and the one they were shouting at.

Yeah, that's good.

Did you see their faces? I ducked down.

I was scared.

It's OK.

I wanna help but I didn't see anything.

Danny, trust me, you are helping, all right? You're helping.

I could hear them.

Yelling.

And the other man, he was crying.

Begging.

"Please, please," on and on.

Then one of them said, "Stop, you're just making it harder.

" Which one said that? The one with the chain.

He was standing in front of the other man.

They were hurting him.

The man reached up and pulled the chain off.

Yeah, he remembers it all, Ron.

Faces, everything.

Right down to one of them wearing a gold chain.

That, Kris, is a link from your gold chain.

That Harry Bernstein pulled from your neck.

Easily missed.

My guess is that you drove over it when you left the car park.

Bent it out of shape.

See the thing is, Kris, when Harry pulled that chain off, it took a bit of your skin with it.

Enough for us to get a DNA trace.

Which I think we both know puts you at the scene.

So now we got an eyewitness, and physical evidence.

That's m*rder.

That's a lot of years.

You still hearing that yapping noise? Or is it something else now? Not a lot of wiggle room left now, is there, Kris? I know you're scared.

And certainly Billy Knowles isn't here to stand trial, is he? So it's all on you.

Come on, Kris, we all know it wasn't your idea.

No reason for you to take the hit all by yourself, is there? You think you're smart, Kris.

Now's the time.

Tell us who gave the order.

It's the only card you've got left to play.

He said I just had to do this one thing.

That I'd never have to do anything again.

Who, Kris? Give us a name.

They picked up Horgan half an hour ago.

Conspiracy to m*rder and pervert.

Maybe this time we can help that little girl's mother find some peace.

Maybe.

We will get him this time.

I know.

I'll catch you guys up.

Ron.

Hey.

A bunch of us are going to the pub.

You fancy coming? Er, no.

I'm fine.

Thank you.

Thanks.

All right.

Well, see you tomorrow.

Yeah.

Hey, Joe.

That thing you did, with Danny.

The way you got him to talk, the whole technique and so forth.

Maybe you could tell me about it sometime, eh? Yeah, I'd like that.

Yeah.

See you tomorrow.

Yeah.

See you then.