All language subtitles for Law And Order UK s06e07 Fault Lines.eng

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 offenders.

These are their stories.

You know what Kelly's like. One
little quirk in the spatter pattern

and she stays till she's solved the
whole crime.

But she left the lab an hour ago.
Just here is fine.

I'll be two minutes. Grab that.

Kelly?

(SIRENS)

Kelly Mahon. Worked in Forensics.

She was supposed to be
on a night out with Chloe and Joy

who worked in the same department.

Obviously she never made it.

Hi, Chloe, hi, Joy.

All right, Pete.

We were just talking this morning
at the lab. Take your time.

Six stab wounds, all in her chest.

Any sign of a weapon?

Dishwasher was running when Chloe
found her.

This knife was in it.

So no chance of any prints on that,
then?

All the buttons have been wiped
clean, too.

Kelly tried to stop him.

Defensive wounds on both hands.

Looks like she put up a good fight.

Not good enough.

And you were just on a night out?

It was Teddy's birthday
so drinks at Zu

and then on to Belgos for food.

Only Kelly never showed? She was
finishing off some blood work.

Everyone was getting hungry so I
called her about 8:30.

She said she was nipping home
in a cab to get changed.

Got any idea which cab firm she
used?

Kwik Kall Kabs,
we always use the same one.

When the others left for Belgos,

Joy and I went to...

went to see what was keeping her.

Do you know if anyone wanted to hurt
Kelly at all?

She have a boyfriend?

Kwik Kabs got the call
around about 8:30

to pick up a Kelly
from the lab and take her home.

Driver dropped her
and went on to another pick-up.

You've checked that with the
controller? Yep.

And the next pick-up.
All checks out.

Maybe he remembers seeing someone
hanging around outside the flat?

I dropped her off
and watched her go in.

You do that a lot
with your passengers, do you?

No.

But I've driven Kelly home before.

So you are on first-name terms?

She booked the cab in her name.

You see anything suspicious?
Anyone outside her flat?

Nah. Not that I recall. You went
straight to your next pick-up?

Yeah, in Bermondsey.

Is she all right?

Kelly Mahon is dead.

You're joking?
No.

OK. We might need
to speak to you again.

What do you reckon?

Should get Ange to run some
background on him just in case.

I reckon we should go and speak to
Kelly Mahon's fiance.

I was working late and...
crashing in the office.

You do that often, sleep at work?

No. We just got this big client.

I was under pressure to get their
accounts finished.

That's where Kelly and I met.

My firm do the accounts for the lab.

Kelly didn't mind you staying out
all night?

She would have ended up crashing at
Chloe's talking flowers.

Someone can verify you staying at
your work?

I dunno. A security guard maybe?
How long till I can come back here?

Could be a week.
Kelly had her bag stolen.

If you have a list of contents
maybe you know of,

purse, credit cards, that sort
of stuff? She had a debit card.

One for our joint savings account.
We were saving a house deposit.

Her mates gave her a gift card
at her hen party.

That was probably in her purse.
Do you know what the gift card was?

Ann Summers, 100 quid.
Something for our wedding night.

No, it was a ã100 gift card
purchased last Monday.

From the Oxford Street branch.

The security guard at Tom Hartson's
office

reckoned the place was empty
when he locked up at 8:30.

So Tommy wasn't there?
No.

When?

All right, I need you to bell me
as soon as that is used again.

Cheers.

The gift card was used to purchase a
red lace chemise size 10,

whatever that is.

A chemise is a short nightie, my son.

Is there something
you want to tell me?

Yeah, brush up on your French.

First Mrs Brooks wore a black lace
chemise on our wedding night.

She was a knockout as well.
Our killer is on a promise?

Or Tommy boy is trying
to throw us off the scent.

Make it look like a robbery.
No activity on Kelly's bank card

since the day before yesterday.

But their joint savings account
is another matter.

They both put 100 quid in every
month, regularly, no withdrawals.

Yet last Tuesday at 11:00am,
one of the comes into

the building society and cleans the
whole lot out.

We checked her hours with her boss.

Last Tuesday,
Kelly was at work all day.

She didn't even take a lunch break.

Then it must have been Mr Hartson
the loving fiance.

Why clean out the account
before they even got married?

They had a row Thursday lunchtime.

You got any idea why Tom wanted to
clear out their savings account?

Is that what he did?
Did they row a lot?

A bit. Lately.

Just put it down to pre-wedding
nerves.

You thought there was more to it?

A week ago, Kelly got home to find
the bedding had been changed.

Sheet, duvet, the lot.

Tom reckoned he'd spilled something
over it.

So Kelly thought he'd had company,
yeah?

Tom had never changed the sheets
in his life.

I suggested she bring the sheet in.

For a test?
Yeah.

She did bring the sheet in
the day after, but...

as far as I know, she chickened out.

I don't think
she wanted to know the truth.

Where is the sheet now?
Did she take it back?

No idea. It was in her locker.

You got it?

Yeah.

They look like the perfect couple.

Here we are.

Till death do us part.

Of course the security guard didn't
see me. I was asleep on the sofa.

Are you sure that's where you were,
Tom?

You didn't go home instead?
Get into an argument?

No.
But she was angry with you?

We were happy.

Didn't stop you playing away though?
I wouldn't. I loved her.

You loved her so much,
you had to change the bed sheets?

You know where that bed sheet is now?

It's in our lab being tested.

What are they gonna find, Tom?

A loving fiance or a cheating liar?

(KNOCKING)

Guv wants a word.

Interview suspended at 9:50.

Greenwich just called.

A woman's been attacked outside her
flat by a minicab driver.

You think there's a link?

Victim is a temp at the forensic
service lab where Kelly worked.

I was working late.

So I didn't want to risk the walk
to the tube.

And there was this minicab parked up
right near where I work.

He said he'd just
dropped someone off.

Can you remember the name
of the cab company?

No, I'm sorry.

He took you back to your place,
yeah?

I was halfway
down the steps to my flat

before I realised he was behind me.

Then the next thing I knew he had me
pinned up against the wall.

It's OK.

Take your time.

He said he had a knife.

And that if I didn't do
what he wanted, he'd kill me.

And he told me to open the door.

And...

I was so scared
I couldn't find my keys.

You're doing really well, Lucy.

He got really angry and...

he ripped the back of my dress.

With a knife.

And...

he started touching me.

This car horn started beeping.

And he just grabbed my bag
and ran off.

And...

I heard the cab pull away.

Can you describe the cab?

It was green, I think.

Maybe blue.
Did you see his face?

Only for a second or two.

Anything else
you can remember at all?

Something that sticks in your mind?

He had these trainers on.
They were white with a blue stripe.

And one of them had

orange paint splashed on the toe.

It was on the right foot.

OK. You've done really well.

Thank you, Lucy.

Right, if you'll excuse us.

Looks like the fiance
is off the hook.

Yeah, and we've got a cab driver
out there preying on young women.

He pinned me up against that wall.

And if it hadn't been for that car
horn...

If we ever find the driver,
you can thank him.

Why don't we get
the SOCO's down here?

He might have dropped something.

I heard that blood expert from work
died. Is it the same bloke?

Could be.
You said you lost your keys?

Do you think they were in your bag?

Yeah, definitely.
I was all fingers and thumbs.

Oh, god, do you think he's got them?

You might want to stay somewhere
else tonight. Call a friend.

Just until you've had
the locks changed.

OK. I don't really know who though.

I've only been in London a few
weeks.

OK.

We'll sort something.

Both girls are employed at the
forensic services lab

They both get into minicabs
from work.

If it isn't the same bloke,
it's one hell of a coincidence.

There is no evidence that Kelly
was sexually attacked.

But Kelly fought back.
She got him riled,

he lost control and killed her?

(PHONE RINGS)
It's possible.

Yes, Casey.

Yeah, I'll be down in two secs.

OK.

Lucy has remembered something else.

She's downstairs? I thought you took
her home last night?

She couldn't get in. The bloke who
attacked her took her keys.

So she crashed in the soft room.
What's wrong with a hotel?

She didn't feel safe on her own.
It was only for one night.

I hope so. We're not running a B&B.

There was one of those beaded
cushions

on the front seat of his cab
and he wore a leather jacket

as it squeaked against the beads.

That's great. Thank you, Lucy.

Thanks for letting me stay,
Detective.

That's no problem. And it's Sam.

First-name terms?
Eh?

What? She's one of us.
One of us?

She works in pay roll.
For forensic services.

She's a victim, Sam. Even if she is
blessed in the looks department.

Really? I hadn't noticed.

Not much.

I'll get the warrant
for the taxi driver, shall I?

Argh!

(GROANS)

Carl Lucas, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of...

murder, robbery and attempted rape.
What?

You do not have to say anything...
(RECITES CAUTION)

His cab is going
to forensic services.

And so are his trainers.

I swear to god, she got out
and that was the last I saw of her.

Just like you never saw Kelly Mahon
after she got out of your cab?

That's the truth.
So why did you run?

Straight up?

My cousin gave me a load
of iPads last night.

What, nicked I take it?
They were in the boot of my cab.

I thought you were after them.

You been inside, Carl?

You know I have.

Two years GBH.

Yeah, that's right. And your DNA was
all over the bloke you punched.

The bloke insulted my girl.
I knocked him once.

Then the old Bill bang on my door.

But it was blood on your clothes
that got you convicted? Yeah.

But what's any of this
got to do with those girls?

We think you've got a grudge against
women who work in forensic services.

You're joking, right?
No.

I mean, two years to sit in jail
and stew over whose fault it was

that you were sitting in that cell.

I know whose fault it was.

It was mine.

And the drink.
Not Kelly Mahon's?

Not Lucy Kennard's? Not any other
woman working for forensic services

just unlucky enough
to get in your cab?

She clearly doesn't recognise
any of them.

Take as long as you need, Lucy.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realise
it would be this scary.

It's OK.

They can't see you.

It's number two.

That's the man that attacked me.

It really freaked me out
seeing him again.

Well, he's in one of our cells now
so he's not gonna hurt you.

I still haven't been home yet.

Bit spooked about getting a cab, I
guess.

Well, that's understandable.
I'll get someone to give you a lift.

Do you know what?
It's practically on my way, so...

I'll run you home.
Are you sure? Yeah.

Thanks for everything.
You're welcome.

I shouldn't even be here. I was
supposed to be on a plane to Tokyo

visiting my little sister.
She lives out there?

No, she's just travelling.
She's been away for 18 months

and I always said I'd meet her in
Japan. I always wanted to go there.

You should. It's an amazing country.
Have you been?

Yeah, not that I saw much of it.

I spent most of my time partying
in Shinjuku.

You don't strike me
as the clubbing type.

What, you think coppers
can't have a bit of fun?

Hmm. No.

It was before I joined the force.
I was just a kid.

So...

it'd probably be against the rules
to ask you in for a drink?

I mean...I'd probably feel a lot
safer

if you came and checked the place
out.

Yeah. I'm...

really not supposed to.

The best bit for me
was hanging out in the city.

There's a temple in Kamakura with
a Buddha and it's 13 metres high.

People leave offerings at his feet.
Tokyo is great.

It's a head rush, but... I don't
know, life was just so still there.

Like it just stopped. I had this
feeling that I'd been there before.

What, like in another life?

Sounds stupid, doesn't it?

No.

I dunno, I just...
just felt peaceful.

Somehow.

You make it so easy.

Make what easy?

You let people in, don't you?

Most men are so shut down.

You know, it's hard to imagine
what it's like out there now.

Tsunami hits and your home, your
business, your whole life

swept away in seconds.

I guess we all live on tectonic
plates of one kind or another.

Something shifts,

and OK not as big as an earthquake,

but you feel it all slipping away.

He really scared you, didn't he?

I thought he was going to kill me,
Sam.

Sorry, I should go.
No, please, don't.

Yesterday's clothes?

You should be a copper.
We've got text book evidence here.

Don't mess it up.
I know what I'm doing.

Really? You've forgotten what they
taught you at Hendon, have you?

Rule one, never get personally
involved with the victim.

Cos you never got personally
involved in a case, did you?

I tell you what, Sam.

I never slept with the only witness.
You're making a mistake.

Just leave me alone, Ronnie.
I never had a dad.

Don't need one now.

My client has no reason to abscond.

He's perfectly happy to surrender his
passport.

He may well be, but we're talking
about

a violent unprovoked knife attack
and attempted rape.

Also the two women he attacked
worked for forensic services.

If he's bold enough
to attack police staff

who knows what else he's capable of?
Quite.

We'll sleep a little sounder if
I remand the defendant in custody.

All rise.

I get the ID excluded
and your case falls apart.

Good luck with that.
You think I don't have grounds?

What are her grounds?
Absolutely no idea

until she puts in an application.

She's probably just trying it on.
You know what Yvette's like.

She loves a good spar with you.
It's only natural.

I'll go see Lucy.
Make sure her ID is watertight.

We need to know you are absolutely
certain

that was the man who attacked you.
I'm certain.

You said in your police statement
you only saw his face for a second.

He held a knife to my throat.

I may only have seen his face for a
moment, but I'll never forget it.

There were seven men and I
recognised number two

as the man who had attacked me.

And do you see him in this court now?

That's him.

You were giving your statement until
the early hours

and then you rested in the police
soft room.

So you must have been feeling rather
sleepy

the next day when you misidentified
my client?

I would have recognised him
if I hadn't slept in a week.

Perhaps you were feeling unwell?
No.

Well, I'm sorry, I'm confused,

because you grabbed hold of DS
Casey's hand, didn't you?

Why would you do that?

I was nervous.

In fact, you held his hand right
through the entire ID parade.

Yes.

Maybe DS Casey gave your hand a
little squeeze?

I don't recall.

Maybe he squeezed it twice

to indicate number two,
the defendant?

No, he wouldn't do that.

Sam's an honest man.
Sam?

Not DS Casey?

DS Casey is an experienced
police officer.

To suggest that he would try and
influence an ID is preposterous.

I'm sorry, Mr Thorne,

physical contact between an officer
and a witness making an ID

is absolutely unacceptable.

Miss Dyer, I'm granting your
application.

The ID parade evidence is excluded.

What the hell were you thinking?
What was I supposed to do?

She was terrified.
The ID was all we had, Sam.

Look, you can't drop the case.
Of course not.

But unless we get some new evidence,
we can't bring this home.

Any word on the forensics?
We're chasing that today.

Without the ID, the defence can
reapply for bail.

Carl Lucas could be out there
looking for his next victim.

I heard what happened in court.
Please tell you've got something.

There weren't any footprints
at the scene of Kelly's death.

So I wouldn't expect to find blood

on the sole of Lucas's trainer
but I did find blood. Just here.

It splashed onto his trainers
when he stabbed her?

But we didn't find any bloodstained
clothing when we searched his place.

Why keep hold of his trainers?

He wouldn't have noticed the blood
on the trainer. It's microscopic.

But I got enough for a profile
and it's a match.

She made me look like a liar.
She was just doing her job.

You don't have to worry about any
of that now. Lucas is going down.

We've got forensics proving he
killed Kelly Mahon.

We should be celebrating.

What do you fancy?

Indian, Thai?

Hang on a minute.
You chose last night.

I only chose pizza because I knew
that's what you wanted.

OK, you choose again.

How about we forget about
that takeaway?

Just let me freshen up.

Ronnie just texted.
I've got to go in.

Tomorrow night?

Yeah.

Yep, it's a date.

It's the same nightie, same size as
the one bought with the gift card.

You interrupted my beauty sleep
for that.

They must have sold hundreds.
No, they sold less than ten.

They told me it was a new line.
That was all the stock they had.

So we've got Kelly's blood on the
cabbie's trainers,

that's forensic evidence,
we can't argue with that.

So how has that red chemise
ended up with Lucy?

Maybe I got her wrong? Maybe the
cabbie is telling the truth?

You think she's the killer?
No.

But she's hiding something.

I went through the list of all the
companies and personnel

that had day-to-day contact with the
department where Lucy was temping.

The company wage slips are usually
posted out to the accountants.

But a few months ago
they were collected in person.

Lucy Kennard was the temp that
packed them up and handed them over.

Who did she hand them to?
Tom Hartson.

Kelly Mahon's fiance.

Well, I don't remember.

Really? Well, one of the counter
staff at the lab

saw you flirting with Lucy.

She came onto me.
Yeah.

Course she did.

So you met her at the lab, took a
shine to her

and then I don't know what, bought
her a present?

No.
A red nightie?

Bought with your fiance's gift card.

The gift card was stolen.
You told me.

Come on, Tom.
It all makes sense now.

You had the hots for Lucy.
She knocked you back.

You've got it wrong. Kelly found
out. You got into a fight.

I wasn't coming onto her.
I was sleeping with her.

Oh, shut up!

What? He's lying through his teeth.

Carry on.

It only happened a few times.

But I was ready to give it all up
for her.

I was gonna leave Kelly.

Then Lucy's sister Sasha got sick

and it sort of put a dampener on
things.

She was backpacking round India
when she got malaria.

She didn't have travel insurance.

Lucy needed a few grand to pay her
medical expenses.

You gave her the money?

I know it was stupid but Sasha could
have died.

I couldn't bear to see Lucy upset.
You took money from the account?

I told Kelly as soon as I'd done it.

She was furious.
She guessed that Lucy and I were...

..more than friends.

So if we ask Lucy, she's gonna
confirm your having an affair?

No, we're not any more.

After I gave her the money,
she stopped returning my calls.

Hang on. If all this is true, then
why didn't you tell us this before?

I was scared. You don't live life
with an alibi in your back pocket

expecting to get accused of murder.

So you reckon Lucy Kennard made up

the whole accusation against the
cabbie?

Yeah, because she was under pressure
from Tom Hartson.

He pays her sister's medical
expenses

and she feels like she owes him one.

So how come she gave such a good
description of the cabbie

down to
the paint-spattered trainers?

Maybe Lucy saw him pick Kelly up?

Nah, Tom Hartson
told her what to say.

Are you sure you're not getting
carried away?

She's got a red Ann Summers nightie

just like the one bought with the
gift card.

And how would you know that?

Because I saw it in her bathroom.

And what were you doing
in her bathroom, Sam?

I...

She invited me in.
To do what exactly?

Would you give us a few minutes,
Ron?

I could suspend you.

What the bloody hell
were you thinking about?

Are you serious?

He apologises for any embarrassment
he's caused.

I should hope so.
I take it he's suspended?

I haven't ruled it out

but before I make that decision...

..it is possible to use his mistake
to our advantage.

I hope you're right,
because if this goes wrong,

you'll be giving defence
more ammunition to throw at us.

It'll be my neck on the line here.

Are you sure I can't tempt you?
No.

I need to keep my head clear.

You're not going back to work
tonight, are you?

I dunno when I'm going back.
I got suspended.

My boss found out about me and you.
So...

I'm so sorry.

I never meant for...
Luce, no.

No, it's not your fault.
I feel responsible.

Well, don't. We met on a case.

But we could have met at work.

Listen, I...

I'm thinking about going away.

You know, like your sister, just...

chucking my stuff in a backpack
and going.

Wow.

What about the case?
Who's gonna look after me?

Ronnie will.

I'm not sure he buys into the guv's
theory anyway.

What theory?

They found out about you and Kelly
Mahon's fiance

meeting at the lab that time

and they reckon that you had
some sort of a fling.

But don't worry, I put 'em straight.
It's just a coincidence.

Yeah, course it is.

If there is anything else though,
you can tell me.

I can get Ronnie to sort it out.
Whatever it is.

I don't know what you mean.

Well, I mean, this Tom Hartson bloke
tried to make you cover up for him,

then...you can tell me the truth.

I told you the truth.

It was the cabbie.
Why are you doing this?

Because Tom Hartson reckons
he gave you two grand

and that you were having an affair.

What? I never slept with him.

It's OK.

You can tell me the truth.
He's lying.

She's too clever,
she's not gonna incriminate herself.

'Lucy,
I wish you'd be honest with me,

and just tell me everything.
I can help you.'

Do you want us to pull it, guv?

Let's run our plan B.
Bring her in and search the flat.

Lucy Kennard, I am arresting you
on suspicion

of perverting the course of justice.
(RECITES CAUTION)

Sam!

..something which you later rely on
in court. Be quiet.

The nightie is through there
on the back of the door.

Clothes, shoes, bag the lot.

Guv.
Bag it.

You know how to pick 'em, Sam.
Sam!

Are you saying you didn't have an
affair with him?

That's right. I'd just found out
about Sasha being ill

and he was there and he was really
nice and I told him about her.

And he just handed over two grand?
She never asked for his help.

He wanted to.
Out of the kindness of his heart?

Look, I'm not stupid.
I know what he wanted.

But I took his money
because I was desperate.

I wouldn't sleep with someone
for money or a married man.

Tom wasn't married. But he's
engaged. And I'm not like that.

After his fiancee died, he thought
the police would arrest him,

so he begged Lucy
to make up a story about the cabbie.

He told her what to say,
about the paint, the trainers.

And you just agreed
to commit perjury for him?

I owed him.

He saved my sister's life. I didn't
think he'd killed Kelly Mahon.

What about the red nightie?

Tom sent that to me
after I'd given my statement.

To say thank you.

There's no forensics implicating
either of them in the murder.

Their clothes, their shoes, nothing.

Fantastic.

Tom Hartson had a motive.

If Kelly found out about the affair,
maybe they had a fight?

Easy to see how that could happen.
If she was sleeping with him,

Lucy's got motive, too. Maybe she
wanted Tom all to herself?

It'd all be a lot simpler if DS Casey
hadn't jumped into bed with her.

You think that's the only problem
here?

You presented blood evidence
implicating the cab driver.

Would someone like to tell me how
Kelly's blood got on his shoes?

Specimen 23 taken from Carl Lucas's
trainer

is Kelly Mahon's blood.

And you're 100% certain of that?

Absolutely.

Why?

The woman who claimed he attacked
her admitted she lied.

Kelly's fiance is the main suspect
now. But...

But the police,

they were so certain it was Lucas.
Were you and Kelly Mahon close?

Like sisters. So you'd go that extra
mile to see her killer convicted?

If we go to court with this blood
evidence,

you have to go in the witness box
to vouch for its credibility.

When the ID was chucked out,

I thought he was gonna walk.

What did you do, Chloe?

We processed the blood samples from
the murder scene.

I took blood from one of those
samples and...

said that I'd found it
on Lucas's shoe.

You planted the evidence?

Everyone was so sure it was him.

So there's no evidence Carl Lucas
was ever anywhere near Kelly Mahon?

I thought he'd killed
my best friend.

I didn't want to see him
get away with it.

An innocent man is locked up in a
police cell

and the real murderer is walking
free.

Do you have any idea
the damage you've done?

Chloe told the police
Kelly brought a sheet into work.

She suspected Tom had
another woman in their bed.

What happened to it?
The police had it tested.

Came back with two sets of DNA.

Tom Hartson's and one unknown
female's.

Only now we have DNA from
Lucy Kennard's arrest sample.

Forensics retested the sheet.

It's positive for Tom Hartson's and
Lucy Kennard's DNA.

So she lied.
Hartson was telling the truth.

They were sleeping together.

Maybe Kelly found out
and confronted her?

Can't you see what's going on here?

Hartson claimed Lucy went cold on
him after he gave her the money.

She tells him her sister's sick.

He hands over two grand
and she loses interest in him?

Doesn't that sound like a con to
you? Yeah.

So if you're right, she's probably
done this before?

Melanie Carter.

I met her in this bar
we all go to after work.

Her real name is Lucy Kennard.

It says in your police report
that she took you for five grand?

She told me her sister was an aid
worker in Mozambique and got sick.

A few days later she turned up in
tears. Said her sister had died.

She couldn't afford to fly her body
home to bury her.

When I first met her,
she told me I made it easy.

I thought she meant easy
for her to fall for me.

Now I know what she meant.

Easy for her to con me.

We might need you to give evidence.

Course. Anything I can do
to help you get her. Thank you.

I got a call
a couple of months back.

Some woman wanted to talk to me
about Melanie.

Said she worked for the police.
In forensics I think.

I called back, left a message,
never heard from her again.

Her name was Kelly something?
Kelly Mahon? Yeah.

Don't say it.

There are three more reports.

She used a different name every time
but the con is the same.

My sister's dying overseas,
I need money to help her.

We need to find out if Lucy Kennard
even has a sister.

We need to get Lucas out of jail.

Bump up the charges against Lucy to
murder?

Could we call Ronnie to give
the police evidence? If only.

Sam found the crucial piece of
evidence

so we're officially screwed
on that one.

SAM: I found a red nightie in the
defendant's bathroom

that matched the one
bought with the card

that was stolen
from Kelly Mahon's bag.

Were you involved in a personal
relationship with the defendant?

I was. We had a brief relationship

which ended as soon as I started
to suspect

that she was involved
in Kelly Mahon's murder.

Before you arrested my client,

didn't you have another suspect?
A cab driver?

Yes, but only because Lucy Kennard
falsely accused him.

Oh. I thought there was blood
evidence

linking him to the crime scene?

That turned out to be fabricated.
By who exactly?

A scientist working
in the police forensics lab.

So essentially the police framed an
innocent man

and when the case fell apart

you went looking for another
innocent person to take the fall?

No, that's not right. Isn't that why
you seduced my client?

She invited me in.

You volunteered to take her home,
gained access to her flat,

then planted evidence, didn't you?

No. No, of course I didn't.

You're the one who put the nightie
in the bathroom. That's ridiculous.

We're hardly gonna believe you now,
DS Casey.

How can we trust a police officer
who has sex with a victim?

She was not a victim.

You certainly thought she was
at the time.

Yes, I did.

So how can we believe a single word
that comes out from your mouth?

After Kelly died,
Tom told me about the cabbie.

Tom reckoned he was obsessed with
Kelly.

And he asked me to make up the story
about being attacked

so the police would investigate the
driver.

I only did it because
Tom had been so nice to me

and I thought I was helping
to catch the real killer.

What happened after you made
these false allegations?

I met DS Casey.

And he was so kind.

And at the ID parade, I was...

really nervous

and I took his hand for reassurance,

and I felt him squeeze it, but I
thought he was just comforting me.

Thank you, Lucy.
Nothing more, my lord.

You have a sister, don't you?

Yes.

You told the police
that she is very ill

and that Tom Hartson gave you money
to pay her medical bills abroad.

Yes, that's right.
She's been very sick.

But you told Jeremy Barton
your sister had died.

In fact, he paid for the funeral,
didn't he?

I've never heard of Jeremy Barton.

James Bailey from Manchester.

Greg Donahue from Kent.

Lee Marchant from London.

Also paid for your sister's funeral
expenses, didn't they?

So, your sister...

is she dead or just very ill?

She was ill.

She died.

Miss Kennard, would you please stand?
I am standing.

I wasn't speaking to you.

Is this your dead sister?

My lord, are you going
to let the crown

continue these amateur dramatics?

Sit down, Mr Smart. I for one would
like to hear the answer.

This is your sister, Sasha?

Well? Yes or no?

Yes.

Thank you. You may sit down.

It's quite a story, isn't it?

A story you spun to four men
who came forward

though I imagine there are many more
too embarrassed,

a story you have told
time and time again

in order to extort money.

Only, Kelly Mahon
found out what you were up to.

Didn't she?

And in order to protect yourself,
you killed her, didn't you?

Didn't you?

You must answer the question,
Miss Kennard.

Why are you letting him
do this to me?

You said you'd help.

Excuse me?

He said he'd help me
if I slept with him.

He gave me his word.

Counsel, my chambers, now.

I had no idea she was gonna play a
stunt like that, my lord.

I must recuse myself from this trial
immediately.

So she can do the same to the next
judge?

Do you want to continue?
I'm not sure we have a choice.

This woman has manipulated every man
she had something to gain from.

You cannot allow her to do the same
thing to you.

One more stunt from your client,
Mr Smart,

and I will have to discharge
the jury.

Are we clear?

Crystal.

The defendant's last remarks
will be disregarded.

Miss Kennard, I must warn you
that you are under oath.

Proceed, Mr Thorne.

Miss Kennard, has any officer of the
court

made promises to you
in return for sexual favours? Yes.

The judge. He said he'd make sure I
didn't go to prison

as long as I had sex with him.
When did this happen?

Earlier today.
What time?

I'm not sure exactly.

But you were brought to the court
directly from the cells

so was this a separate visit
earlier today?

Yes.

So the court security staff
conspired with him, did they?

I wouldn't know that.

And the judge's clerk, he must have
been involved in all this.

They all conspired so Judge Gunner

could get you on his own and offer
you favours for sex.

You actually expect us to believe
this?

Men don't always think
with their heads.

So they'd do anything, right?

Like Tom Hartson cheating on his
fiancee?

Yeah.
Or DS Casey,

breaking his oath and sleeping with a
victim? Exactly.

And the other men that gave you
money.

Men are all after one thing, right?
You said it.

And that makes them fair game?
You all think we're pieces of meat.

You leer at us on the street.

You touch us up on the tube
and think we like it.

You think you can just pick us up
and put us down

when it suits you, cheat on us,
treat us like shit.

I just turned the tables.
I took control.

And made men pay.

I made you all pay.

I mean, you should be thanking me.

Only, you made Kelly Mahon pay, too,
didn't you?

You made her pay with her life.

By stabbing her repeatedly
in the chest.

Not once, not twice, but three,
four, five, six times!

Then you left her, bleeding, dying,

in her flat, a month from her
wedding.

So much for sisterhood.

On the charge of murder, do you find
the defendant guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

You have been found
guilty of murder

and there is only one sentence I may
pass and that is life imprisonment.

I'm setting a minimum tariff
of 15 years. Take her down.

You know, women like her try it on
because they think we're stupid.

Another one of those, love,
and an orange juice.

No problem.
Thank you.

Problem is, they're right.

Just in.

DV case. Wife reported her husband
for violence against her

and the kids seven times and even
had an injunction.

Which I take it he ignored?

Yeah.

OK,

previous police reports...

You two should be in the pub
with a bottle of something fizzy.

There's Diet Coke in the vending
machine if we get desperate.

You had a good result today.

That can wait until the morning.

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