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the police, who investigate crime,

and the crown prosecutors,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

An hour, maybe two.

43 years of marriage,
it's not a lot to ask.

Hm?

Well, the longer we argue about it
the longer I'll be.

Our geezer who dug it up
got quite a shock.

He's drinking tea with four sugars
while Uniform get his statement.

Did you ever have a metal detector?
I had a pogo stick.

The metal detector kids
were the nerds.

I always fancied one, but the first
Mrs Brooks said I had enough crap,

without going looking for it.

What you got, Joy?
A male corpse, face down,

wrapped in the remnants of a sheet.

Decomposition's
pretty much complete.

It's mostly a skeleton -

some remains
of clothing and footwear.

Oh, and a Swiss watch -
still ticking.

It must be what set
the detector off.

How long's he been here, Joy?
Roughly, under 10 years, over two.

Any other clues as to his ID?
No. Even his mouth's empty.

Shattered round the sockets,
like his teeth were smashed out.

So, we got no chance
of finding out who it is.

No sign here. The killer knew
what they were doing.

So, how WAS he killed?
Single bullet to the skull -

entry wound just above
the cervical vertebrae.

There's the bullet.

Right, one shot, back of the head,
very professional.

Well, it's not a crime of passion.

It's an assassination.

A Colt .45 cartridge,
that's a single.

There are no links
to any other shootings.

The cartridge probably came
from a Smith and Wesson gun,

but we are running checks
for matches, or anything.

What about the body?
Any joy getting a name?

We ran it through Missing Persons,
cross-matched height, age, sex,

factoring in the clothes
he was wearing -

39 possible matches for those
missing the best part of a decade.

Right, nail his ID.
Your best lead is this watch.

It's a classy
little timepiece, that.

Get it to a watchmaker.
See what secrets it yields.

Ah, this brand,
they all have a code -

two letters and two digits.

Now, the letters
give you the month.

The digits give you the year.

Now, this was manufactured
in June, 1978 -

That's very good, sir,
but we was hoping you could tell us

who the owner of the timepiece was.
Patience, patience.

You know what happens when
everything is a rush? No.

People accept shit.

You take this to the manufacturer.

They have a register of the owners.

Hm, there's nothing on the system.

D'you know what?
I bet it's in the paper files.

I'm sorry, but the person who did
this job before me wasn't very good.

Just bear with me.

What a lovely environment
to work in (!)

They've run out of space
in the office next door,

so, er...they've stuck me in here.

I don't mind.
It's my first job out of uni.

What happens when it gets cold?
I wear gloves.

Ah, yes! Here it is.

Your watch is registered to...
David Ackroyd.

The post-mortem boys
thought you might like this.

They pulled it out
of your male anon's leg.

What is it?
It's a pin from his knee.

Must have held him together.

And there is exactly one man
on the missing persons list

with exactly the same injury -
Let me guess.

David Ackroyd.
42, matches height and clothes.

Pin in his knee from a car accident,
went missing Christmas Eve, 1999.

Ackroyd's killer is already
in prison. What?

Luke Slade, tried and convicted
of Ackroyd's murder

in the absence of a body.

James Steel ran the case.

David Ackroyd is survived
by a daughter.

I was 14 when Dad disappeared.

Even when they accused Slade of
his murder, I never believed it.

I...I always thought, with no body,
there was still a chance.

And what about your mum?

Erm, she died last year.

It was cancer.

Ever since Dad went, she was...

broken.

I got the house and the car.

Now here I am, rattling around
by myself in my parents' house.

I don't want any of it. I...

I just want them.

Must be tough.
Yeah...

Anniversaries and birthdays,
they're the worst.

Erm, you know the barrister
at the CPS, James...?

Yeah, James Steel. Yeah.

Every year, on the anniversary,
he sends a card.

Just seeing how I'm doing.

So, was Dad's body where they said,
under a building site?

Er, no.

Your father was found just across
the water from Canary Wharf.

But how could his body be there?
I...I don't understand.

That doesn't make any sense.

She's right.

If that IS Ackroyd's body, a big
hole just opened up in this case.

James Steel got a conviction
without a body.

The case hinged on evidence given
by an accomplice, Richie Newman.

He said he and Slade buried Ackroyd
on a building site in Chelsea.

Then, how come he gets found
seven miles away?

What's in the files
on the weapon?

If the bullet in Ackroyd's skull
matches the weapon that Slade used,

it's still workable.
No.

No, cos according to Richie Newman,

Slade cut Ackroyd's throat
with a knife.

The weapon was never found.

You pull ONE thread,

and the whole thing
comes unravelled.

Find Richie Newman. He's the key.

You don't reckon CPS
got it wrong, do you?

Well, don't get
ahead of yourself, mate.

Hindsight makes things
look very simple.

If I knew nine years ago
what I know now...

Yeah? What?

I'd still be too stupid
to do anything about it.

Thank you, Confucius.

Thank you.
Richie Newman?

Who wants to know?
The ghosts of Christmas past.

Seriously, we...
we buried him in Chelsea.

Then, why couldn't you lead
the police to the spot at the time?

It was the middle of the night.

Richie, you also said that
Slade cut Ackroyd's throat. So?

He died of a bullet to the head.

That's not what Slade told me.
Are you sure about that, Richie?

Because even after all this time,
the CPS could still charge you.

Especially if they find out
you lied.

I'm telling the truth. I wasn't
there when Slade killed him.

By the time I got there,
the body was wrapped up in a sheet.

I am telling you what Slade told me.
You've got to believe me!

Slade did it!

You've got to make sure
he stays inside.

If he gets out...

I'll be a dead man.

Promise me that ain't gonna happen.

Newman's bricking it at
the thought of Slade getting out.

Well, maybe because he lied.

No. I've been through those files
a hundred times.

Slade embezzles.

Ackroyd finds out and don't
like it, then vanishes.

Everything points to Slade
being the killer.

Either way, your man Newman's
not exactly a five-star witness.

Well...
No, no.

Thanks for letting us know,
anyway.

Bye.

The dominoes are toppling,
I'm afraid.

The Review Commission
has referred Luke Slade's case

back to the Court of Appeal -
potential miscarriage of justice.

He could go free.

Hey, you didn't have to bring
these over yourselves.

Well, listen.
We've both been through the files,

read the statements and er -
Slade did it.

Evidence is too strong.

Just cos he's got an appeal,
it doesn't mean he's innocent.

Does it, James?
Don't let him wriggle out of it.

I'll do my best. I promise.

If you need anything...
you just call us, yeah?

James Steel,
Senior Crown Prosecutor for London.

How are you?

Thank you, Jared.

We haven't met - my loss.
Luke Slade.

Er...Alesha Phillips.
What are you doing out here?

I discovered in prison
that I really like smoking.

Something to thank YOU for,
unless I get cancer.

Then I'd have to sue you.
Where's your barrister?

I'm representing myself.
At the Court of Appeal?

I spent the last eight years
with time on my hands.

So, I studied the law.

How's your wife? What are you,
separated or divorced?

This is a murder case.

You should have a barrister.

The judge can delay the case
while you find someone.

Honestly, I'm fine.
Thank you, though.

Oh, now we go.

Come on, Jared. Shall we?

I thank my lords for allowing me
to represent myself.

As set out in my skeletal argument,

my appeal is brought
as new evidence has cast doubt

on significant aspects
of the Crown's original case.

You're referring to the discovery
of Mr Ackroyd's body?

Exactly that, my lord.

And in support,
I am relying upon the authority

of Crown and Anderson, 2005.

At 98, Criminal Appeal Reports,
my lords, page 207.

Which I'm sure you all know.

In that case,
both convictions were quashed

when the Crown's main witness was
found to have given false evidence.

Is it your submission
that the Crown relied on evidence

they knew to be false?

Not knowingly, my lord.

But the discovery of Mr Ackroyd's
body has established

that neither the cause of death
nor the place of burial,

as advanced in the original case,
were correct.

I further rely upon Mitchell
and Her Majesty's Advocate, 1996 -

One, Scottish Law Review,
page 982 -

in which it was found
on appeal that, quote,

"Significant evidence,
unavailable at the original trial,

would have had a material bearing
on the jury's determination."

Thank you, Mr Slade.

You've clearly researched
your territory well.

Thank you, my lord.

"David was an adored
husband and dad."

"Luke Slade defrauded him
out of millions,

and then murdered him."

"Even now he's been convicted
of David's murder,

he refuses to tell us where
David's body can be found."

"This trial has been a burden..."

You need sleep.
"..on myself and my daughter."

"I would like to record
my overwhelming gratitude

to the Crown Prosecution Service,
particularly James Steel -"

Oh, my God! Is that YOU?
Yep.

No telling me
how much younger I look.

Are you sure you're
all right with it all?

This was my first case.

Er, when I came to the CPS.

It was my first prosecution.

(SIGHS) Look at me.

God, I look so...

certain of everything.

What if I was wrong, Alesha?

What if the real murderer's
still out there?

James...

Slade is guilty.

Everyone who's read
the file agrees.

It's late. You need to rest.

Soon.

I refer my lords to the authority
of Crown and Ramos, 2002,

in which it was found accumulative
weight of the original case

outweighed doubts
about a single component.

The issue is whether
the Crown's case

relied on perjured evidence.

Mr Newman did not lie.

He reported what Mr Slade told him
about the cause of death.

If this were to render
the conviction unsafe

it would reward Mr Slade
for lying to Mr Newman.

But Mr Newman was also wrong
about the burial site,

which casts doubt
on his credibility as a witness.

My lord, Mr Newman was present
at the original burial.

The Crown now argues
that Mr Ackroyd's corpse

must have been moved
shortly after its initial burial.

For what purpose?

Because Mr Slade feared
that Mr Newman might confess

what they had done together.

Therefore, the Crown now argues

that rather than undermine
Mr Newman's credibility,

this new discovery casts further
doubt on the defendant's character.

That's your theory, Mr Steel.

Do you have any evidence
to support it?

Not at this stage, my lord.

So, this is precisely the issue
that a retrial might explore.

They've agreed with Slade.
His conviction's been overturned.

They've granted him bail.

They can't do that.

I'm sorry, James.
It's fine.

I'm fine.
Today's not about me.

Today is about David Ackroyd.

I loved David.

He was like an older brother to me.

Like everyone else,
I was heartbroken by his death.

Because of mistakes made by
the Crown Prosecution Service,

David's murderer is still
walking free somewhere.

I look forward to proving
my innocence at my retrial.

Thank you.

PRESS CLAMOUR

REPORTER:
Mr Steel, are you gonna resign?

I forgive you, Mr Steel.

Do you think they're together now,
Mum and Dad?

I mean, do you believe in that,
God and the afterlife?

I need evidence.

You sound like Dad.

I let you down at the appeal.

Oh, my God.

What are YOU doing here?
It's the first thing I had to do.

Pay my respects.

Louise...I know this is difficult.

But I wanted to say this to you.

Your dad was a great man.

I will make it my life's work
to find his killer.

And to bring them to justice -
Get away from her!

Too many people have failed you.

I won't be one of them.

I mean it.

I will make things right for you.

Are you OK?
Don't touch me!

How is that allowed to happen?

He killed my dad and he can just
stand there and say that to me?

I'm so sorry - Sorry's not enough!
He's right - you failed me.

You failed my dad!

We have to prove the case
all over again.

And this case must not fail,
understand?

We need ALL the original
signed statements.

Look again at the forensic analysis.
Techniques have moved on.

You want us to track down witnesses?
You read my mind.

That's nine years.
They could be anywhere by now.

We're relying on you. I'm not
having Louise watch Slade go free.

Slade was one of them
venture capitalists.

I've never quite worked out
what they do.

So, Slade and Ackroyd,
they were involved in this, what,

late-'90s dot-com boom?

That was their game,
investing in internet start-ups,

hoping one would be successful
and they'd make a shed-load.

So, what went wrong?

What ALWAYS goes wrong
in deals like that - greed.

Er, you and Luke Slade
were an item after university.

I'm nobody's "item," Detective.
No.

Of course not, sorry.
Erm, you had a relationship.

On and off. I got sick of always
being second on Luke's to-do list.

Did you ever stay in touch
with David Ackroyd? No.

Thank you. I wish I had.

I never realised,
but David was the real catch.

I always thought Luke was the one
worth paying attention to, but...

David was the better man.

His only weakness was he thought
Luke was gonna make him rich.

Well, we all thought that. Hello?

OK, we've got two witnesses
living abroad, one dead,

and a couple who hardly remember
the details of their story.

If someone asked me what
I was up to nine years ago,

I'm not sure I would have
the full picture.

Come on, boys.
We've gotta do better.

Yes! How's this for better?

Slade's girlfriend made a statement
to the original investigation

about her car,
which Slade used to borrow.

Slade sold it for her a couple of
days after Ackroyd's disappearance.

The original investigation never
managed to trace it, but I have.

Slade could have used it
to move the body.

Maybe if we get it forensicated -
BOTH: "Forensicate" isn't a word!

You'll like this.
It's all about the dirt.

Now, first off, particles of dirt
we found on David Ackroyd's remains

match the pedological profile
of the Chelsea area.

"Pedological?"
Soil.

So, Newman was telling the truth -
they DID bury Ackroyd in Chelsea?

Exactly. What, so, the soil's
not the same at Canary Wharf?

Well, it's similar,
but not identical.

Chelsea is predominantly
brick earth.

Out east, you've got
sand and gravel.

You see, now,
the girlfriend's car - Huh! -

an amazing assortment
of specimens in that vehicle.

You've got sand from two beaches,
probably in Norfolk.

Er, traces of assorted
human detritus,

mostly exfoliated skin and
the parasites that feed on it.

Stuff you might find
in your mattress.

Not in MY mattress.

My point being,
fibre traces found in the boot

match the sheet in which
David Ackroyd's body was found.

Mixed in with both body and sheet,

particles of Chelsea soil.

OK, so, Ackroyd buried in Chelsea,
dug up again,

and moved across town in a car.

In a car that Slade had access to.

Well done, Teddy.

Appeals are one thing, but a full
murder trial is quite another.

I don't want you going easy on him.
George, I HAVE done this before.

I'll treat him with respect,
and I shan't patronise him.

I don't want the jury feeling
sympathetic cos he's inexperienced.

You're not as daft as you look.

But don't let him rattle you.

You got it right in the first trial.
You'll get it right now.

George, please,
if you start being nice to me,

I won't be able to concentrate.

Richie Newman's disappeared.

How can he have?
No-one's seen him for three days.

The last charge on his credit card
was a one-way ticket to Thailand.

Oh, beautiful (!)

We've lost our main witness,
and the trial starts in, what...

13 minutes.

My lord, I ask for further time
before we swear the jury.

We're having difficulty
locating the first witness.

If the court could grant
an adjournment of, say, two days...

We keep to our dates in this court,
Mr Steel.

If one of your witnesses
is unavailable

you will have to make
a hearsay application

to READ his evidence instead.

Sorry, my lord, but my retrial
was based on new evidence,

which contradicts
Mr Newman's statement.

The jury should be allowed to make
that judgement for themselves.

Well, if I can't cross-examine
Mr Newman,

how can I attack his credibility?
Mr Slade is right.

Mr Steel, your applications
both for adjournment and hearsay

are refused.

Unless you produce him,
we shan't hear from your witness.

Where the hell is he?
How can a man just disappear?

Newman's off radar. Uniform's
searching known whereabouts.

We've notified ports, airports -
the full shebang. There is no sign.

Look harder. You heard Ronnie.
We've got people on it.

We need more prosecution-friendly
witnesses from Slade's past.

You thought about his cellmate?

Did you enjoy sharing a cell
with Luke, Danny?

Sladey's got you lot on the run,
hasn't he?

What about other friends in
the prison, did he have any?

You're joking, aren't ya?

They used to call him "the monk."

He just sat there, day in, day out,
reading his legal books.

When he did start to talk,

did he ever speak about
David Ackroyd's murder?

Well, he opened up after a while.

You see, my problem is my memory.
It's like a muscle.

And in here it gets
terrible flabby.

Yous boys wouldn't have a cure
for something like that, would ya?

Well, maybe a move
to a classier nick, Dan.

What about that?

Possible early release.

You see, you're talking like that,
and the auld memories flood back.

When David found out
Luke had embezzled that much money

he went ballistic -

left messages,
came round to the house.

How did Mr Slade say
he was going to fix the problem?

When I asked, he just smiled.

Luke could be cold.

And cruel.

He loved to play games with people.

Loved to mess with people's heads.

Then I found his diary.

He left it open on the table
when he was staying at mine.

Is this the diary?

Yes. Could you please read it
for the benefit of the court?

"07:00am, breakfast with Tony."

"01:00pm, lunch with
Katy McCormack at Zilli's."

"09:00pm, kill David."

No further questions.

Elena...

Sweetheart...

Mr Slade.
I'm sorry, my lord.

If I was so cold and cruel,

why were you so upset
when our relationship ended?

I'm sorry - Didn't you send me
hundreds of abusive emails?

My lord, where is this going?

I'm exploring Miss Adani's
motives for lying.

Explore them QUICKLY, Mr Slade.

January 23rd,
"I'll make you suffer, you shit."

February 4th, "I hope
one day you experience pain

like the pain I'm going through."
This has nothing to do with David!

Offered as exhibits to the court.

Is this your revenge, Elena?

Is this how you want
to make me suffer?

Luke said that after he did it
he got really nervous,

cos he was worried
that Newman might squeal

if he was put under any pressure.

So, he moved the body out
to the East End, near the river.

Then, if Newman did say anything,
it wouldn't matter.

Oh, Danny.

Danny Boy!
Mr Slade.

Questions, not songs.

Of course, my lord. Sorry.

When we shared a cell together,

did you ever give evidence
in a court case?

Yeah. Yeah, I did. I turned QE.

Why?
I thought I'd get a transfer.

And is it true you were found
to have given false evidence -

lied, essentially - and were
later convicted of perjury?

What can I say, Sladey?
You got me there.

Remind me, who's the qualified
barrister and who's the novice?

Doyle's perjury charge was never
logged on the PNC system.

I'm not losing this trial
over some administrative balls-up!

Your witnesses are an aggrieved
ex-lover and a convicted perjurer!

Slade's running rings around you.
Thanks for your support (!)

When they find Slade innocent,
I'll offer him your job.

You do that!
Both of you, stop!

It was one bad day. We keep going.

Together, yes?

The last time
I saw David Ackroyd...

..he was very drunk...

very...

very much alive...

..and heading to Mexico
for a holiday.

I have no further questions
for myself.

Have you ever
put a note in your diary

to kill anyone
other than David Ackroyd?

It was a joke. I was annoyed.

If I was really gonna kill him,
why would I write it down?

If you didn't kill David Ackroyd,

how do you explain the Chelsea dirt
in the back of the car you used?

I was buying a new build-flat
in Chelsea.

The developer took me
round the site.

I changed my shoes after the visit.

Except the exact same dirt was found
on the remains of Mr Ackroyd's body.

Fibres from the sheet in which
Mr Ackroyd's body was wrapped

were also found
in the back of that car.

Fibres from mass-produced
cotton sheets sold in Debenhams -

200,000 sets sold each year.

Elena had a set,
didn't you, darling?

And with all due respect, Mr Steel,

that kind of dirt must be present
in most of south-west London.

If geology and Debenhams
are your best arguments...

I think you may be floundering.

Luke Slade wants you to think

he was the victim of
a miscarriage of justice.

The only victim in this case
is David Ackroyd.

Don't fall for Luke Slade's lies.

Keep to the evidence,

and find Luke Slade guilty
of David Ackroyd's murder.

First, they convicted me of cutting
David Ackroyd's throat.

He was killed by a bullet
in the head.

Then they claimed
I'd buried him in Chelsea.

He was found by Canary Wharf.

And what do they offer as proof?

Perjured evidence
from a proven liar.

People assume that
if you're charged with a crime,

you MUST be guilty.

Assumptions like that
took my life away.

Please, let me live
what's left of it.

Good luck.

Have you reached a verdict
upon which you are all agreed?

Yes.

On the count of the murder
of David Ackroyd,

do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

I've left Louise Ackroyd
five messages.

She's avoiding my calls.

She had faith in me, George.
I still do.

Always will...whatever happens.

What does THAT mean?

Luke Slade has lodged
a formal complaint against you,

alleging a vendetta.

He's arguing that it amounts
to gross misconduct.

He wants you out of the CPS.

This letter gives you
one week's notification

of your hearing date
for gross misconduct.

Tell him the rest.

You're entitled to bring
a friend or representative,

who can address the hearing
and put your case.

Er...I'll be speaking for myself.

You play by the rules, James -
a hearing carried out to the letter,

so that when it is
dismissed as bollocks

he has no room to appeal.

I'm sorry - pressure from above.
I've got no choice.

You should stay home,
pending the hearing.

Slade WON'T win, James.

He's done a good job so far.

I'll see you when you get back.

Don't you mean "if?"

Do you need a hand with that?

Are you following me?

Do you know what I admire
about you, James?

You won't ask me
to retract the complaint.

Must be so difficult,
having your own system turn on you.

But don't worry.
I can look after Louise.

If you go near her again,
I'll will come for you -

What's that? A threat?

You've lost all sense
of what's right.

You're an obsessive.

Let it go, James.

What were his last words?

This man that you loved SO much.

Did he beg you for mercy?

Or didn't he even know it was you
who shot him from behind?

How many bodies
must be buried in London?

This city was built on corpses.

Why does this one
matter so much to you?

They ALL MATTER!

You really mean that.

God!

How do you manage?

Living with that conscience,
does it keep you awake?

I mean literally. Does it?

No more than yours must.

We're not the same.

You're an obsessed,
discredited man, out on his own,

while I'm rehabilitated
into society.

For a while, you were the only
person who got the better of me.

I couldn't let that stand.

This isn't finished!

You think my complaint won't stick?

I'm not a beginner.

Goodbye, James.

You shouldn't be talking to him.
I didn't have a choice.

He was just...suddenly there.

It doesn't matter.
You must not be seen with him.

None of this would've happened
if Newman hadn't disappeared.

Why can't they find him?

There's no charges on his card
since the day he vanished.

No cash withdrawals -
here OR in Thailand.

Slade must have had something
to do with his disappearance.

He wouldn't be so stupid
as to do anything himself.

What?

Nine years in prison.

He'd know plenty of people
who could.

What if we dig out
Slade's prison record?

See if there's anything
interesting on it.

When you say "we..."

I mean "we."

If George hears I let you in,
he'll go mental.

Just visiting a friend.

OK.

So, Slade's prison file is mostly
a record of his parole hearings -

all denied.

Ah. Wait.

It says here that Slade
was involved

in a complaint
against a prison officer.

What do you mean, involved?

Well, he filed the complaint,
but on behalf of another prisoner.

He said to me in the street
that he wasn't a beginner at this,

that he'd filed complaints before.
Who was it for?

Danny Doyle.

Slade's been ahead of us
the whole time.

Then, maybe our luck just turned.

Thank you.

What are friends for?

Ahem.

God save me from gala performances
with the home secretary.

George, before you say anything -

I'm still at the Royal Opera House.

Switch the lights off
when you leave.

Should you be here?
I'm just a prison visitor, Danny.

Seeing an old friend.
He's getting to you, isn't he?

He does that.

You know what gets to me more?

The thought of someone helping
a murderer go free.

Now, look. C'mon -

You knew Slade was aware you'd been
convicted for perjury,

so whatever you said in court
wouldn't be admissible.

I'm not being funny, but I'm a con.

I'm in prison.

We're not known for telling
the truth.

It's all just water
under the bridge.

Not for me.

I'll be at your parole board
next month.

And the one after that.
And the one after that,

reminding them of how
you helped a murderer go free.

What do you want?

Where do I find Richie Newman?

Look, I had nothing to do with it.

Parole board.

Freddie Martin.

Slade called in a favour.

Hello, squire.
Looking for Freddie Martin.

Sorry, mate. Can't help ya.
Really?

Oi, Freddie.

Ronnie!

Hello, Freddie.

Aaagh!

Agh!

Guess what, Freddie.

You don't have to say anything...

But it may harm your defence if
you do not mention when questioned

something which you
later rely on in court.

Freddie's a professional,
all right.

This has gotta be the best place
in London to hide a body.

Over here!

Hello, Richie Newman.

Morning, gents. Enjoying the day?

We're about to.

There seems to have been
a misunderstanding.

Sworn statements from Danny Doyle
and Freddie Martin.

What about?
We found Richie Newman.

How is he?

You're never gonna stop, are you?

It ends here,
with you back in prison for murder.

No, it's just the end of round one.

I played it well. Don't you think?

You think this is a game?

Everything is.

When the officer asks,
you'll confess to the murders

of Richie Newman AND David Ackroyd.

Give his daughter some peace.

Show some honour, finally.

He's eight, isn't he? Ethan.

Your little boy.

Grateley Street, Edinburgh -
beautiful house they've got.

But busy routes, no?

On his walk to school.

Goodbye, Mr Slade.

Where are you going?

This isn't over, yet.

This is far from over, Mr Steel!
Mr Steel!

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