All language subtitles for Law and Order UK s08e08 Repeat to Fade.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 the offenders.

These are their stories.

Stab wound. It's fresh. She's lost
a lot of blood already, though.

We got here a couple of minutes ago.
It's OK, I'll take over.

Right, got it?

Are you OK?

Who called it in?
A PCSO called Lenny.

He's giving his statement
to a uniform now.

Tell him I wanna see him
once he's done. All right.

SOCOs are on their way.
What do we know about her?

Sally Carlow, 24 years old.

She was carrying some sweets
from the stalls here.

Purse has got 40 quid in it.

And for that, she gets stabbed
in broad daylight.

What's happening? We're going
to put her in the ambulance now.

And how's she doing?
Well, she was already gone

but I'm going to pronounce it
at the hospital.

We didn't see her get knifed,
we just saw this guy running away.

What can you tell me about him? It
was at a distance, he was running.

Yep. I mean anything
specific...would be helpful.

He had a black leather jacket.
OK.

Are you blind? It was blue.

I ain't blind. I'm going out
with you, aren't I?

Was it black or blue?
I'd say it was blue.

It had like a red football shirt
underneath.

OK. Did you see what team?

Arsenal.
Liverpool.

He rode away
on a red Piaggio scooter.

Beautiful.
Right, and this beautiful scooter,

did you notice the registration?
No.

But I can tell you
it was a Typhoon 50cc. Rosso.

What, you noticed all that
but you didn't see the reg?

Anything else?
A white helmet.

He had the green and red stripes,
like our flag.

It was totally sexy.

A single penetration.
It was a three inch blade.

The bruising suggests it went
right up to the hilt

but there are no clear
identification markings.

So bag snatch, gone wrong.

Could all be a mistake.

No. Putting your pants on
back to front is a mistake, Joe.

Is that the only wound? Yes, it went
straight through the femoral artery.

There's nothing
anybody could have done.

There's so little tearing.

Angle of entry suggests the attacker
may have been 5'4", 5'5".

So our killer could have been
a woman?

Or even a kid.

Here's what I don't get.

How can that many witnesses
see so many different things?

Well, cos it all happens
so fast, doesn't it?

Don't forget, it takes a while
to sink in.

Then your suspect goes missing

and we're left talking
to the Italian tourist board.

Anyway, you need 18, 19, 20,
then you're round the clock.

CCTV is on its way in. I'll track
the red scooter across London.

At least as far as I can.
Thank you, Kayla.

Don't forget full reg
is the priority.

Come on.

Not bad.

Oh, hang on. Ooh.

It's the new Gov.
Turn that up, please.

'The courage shown by the families
affected by knife crime

should be an inspiration to us all.'

When did she start?
Monday.

We only cleared out the last
of Wes' personal effects yesterday.

'Is knife crime your priority,
Detective Inspector Flynn?

Yes. Absolutely.

So do you have any comment
on today s Southwark stabbing?

It's all over Twitter.

Stabbing less than an hour ago.

No arrests. (STAMMERS)
I don't know the details...'

Ouch. There you go.

Bitten by her own sound bite.

She' s being a plonk
and she knows it.

Plonk? You mean plonker.

No, DS Hawkins, he means plonk.

Person of Little Or No Knowledge.
It's what his generation

called us Doris'
before they realised

that we had brains as well as tits.

Well, I was just saying - Yeah,
I know exactly what you were saying.

And fighting knife crime, that's
not just a sound bite, not for me.

Joe, could you nip downstairs

and get the rest
of the eyewitness reports?

Oh, and when you've finished
your game of darts,

there' s the murder of a young woman
to solve.

I like her.

I am not having her accuse me
of being a dinosaur.

I don't know if it's me you need
to be telling, Ron. (PHONE RINGS)

I'm not gonna get another chance
to make a first impression, am I?

Hey, Kayla, what you got?

Yeah. All right, thanks.

Owner of the scooter.
Chadwicke estate.

Lovely.

Yeah... I own a red Piaggio.

Or at least I did till about
eight o'clock this morning.

Right. What happened then?
I saw it had been nicked.

Every night I chain it
to the railings over there.

Did you report it?
Why would I?

I used to report graffiti and
vandalism to you people all the time

and I got nothing back. Why are you
so interested in my scooter now?

Because it was used during
a fatal stabbing this morning.

How tall are you, Mr King?

What has that got to do
with anything?

What, because I'm short,
I'm more suspicious?

Well, tell you what, in this
particular investigation, yeah.

Whoever you're looking for,
it isn't me.

Somebody stole my scooter

and then dumped it
when they were done with it.

So you know where it is?
Yeah.

And where is it, Mr King?

It' s on the other side
of the estate.

No, not going to get anything
off this now, Ron.

Not even the VIN details.

No. In fact, Mr King, how do you know
for sure that it' s your scooter?

Cos it was my crash helmet
that was lying next to it.

He works the morning shift
at a local cafe.

They've confirmed he was there.
And how's your evidence?

Well, it's mainly intact.

I've asked Lilly
to come and do us a favour

and she said yes,
she'll take some prints from that.

OK. Any news, you let me know.

Just think of me as a third man
in the team.

Is that a problem?

No. Not at all.
Good.

I like to keep my hands dirty.

(KNOCK AT THE DOOR) We've tracked
down Sally's next of kin.

Her dad Albert is downstairs.
And she has a son, Jack.

I need answers.

We both do.

Yeah, of course, Mr Carlow,
we'll do our best to provide them.

How long had your daughter
been in London?

Nearly two years. She came
down here to teach art to kids.

This is probably just a random event
but I have to ask you

if you know of anyone who would
want to hurt Sally or bear a grudge?

No. Jack's her world, she didn't
have much time for anyone

other than him
and her kids at school.

Still, if we could get a list
of all of her friends in the area,

might be helpful.

Someone must have seen something.

We've got lots
of eyewitness statements.

We're working on it.

I need to know you'll get him.

Whoever did this.
We will.

How do I tell him
we've lost his mother?

Hello, Jack.
Hello.

My name's Ronnie.

Pleased to meet you.

And... I'm a policeman...but I don't
wear a uniform.

Anyway, I've been around
a long time, you know,

a long, long time,
a bit like a dinosaur.

Do I look old?
(LAUGHS) Yeah.

And, erm...there are loads of things
I don't understand in this world,

you know, and one of those things
is that sometimes

bad things happen to good people.

I can't explain it.

But today, something very sad
has happened.

So the owner's prints
are all over it as you'd expect.

I was worried the fire damage would
leave us with nothing else but...

on the very edge of the rim,
there is one partial thumb print.

Oh. Any matches?

It's difficult to be certain
with the partial

but I'll email you over what I have.
Thanks for coming in, Lil.

No problem, Ron. For you, anything.

It's a struggle with a partial print
here, Ron.

Here we go.
Bobbi Washington, 15 years of age.

Minor offences, including
a bit of shoplifting and theft.

Latest was for carrying a knife.
Yeah, got it.

He's registered to an address
on Chadwicke estate.

That will explain why he dumped the
scooter close to where he found it.

It's a big area, though.
A lot of ways in and out.

We could lose him easy.
We should probably call for backup.

On a Sunday, West Ham and Arsenal
both at home? You're having a laugh.

No, no. I promised that little boy
last night

that I would whoever killed his mum,
and I'm not hanging around

now we know where this boy lives.
All right, let's do it, then.

I'll tell the gov. Whoa, whoa.
Wait till we've got something, Joe.

She said any news, let her know.
I know, but I don't want her

breathing down our necks
every step of the way.

No, you and I, let's check this out.
All right.

Oi! Do you wanna stop banging?

What?!

Bobbi Washington live here?

Might do. Well, we need
to ask him a few questions.

What do you lot need to ask
little Bobbi about?

Who is it, babe?
Jakes, innit.

Wanna speak to your boy.

We ain't seen him all
morning so leave us alone.

You hearing me?
Yeah, I'm hearing you,

but we're still gonna need
to ask him a few questions.

You ain't going nowhere
without a warrant.

Joe!

Joe!
Out the way.

Go, go, go. Go on, Joe.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

I didn't see which way he went.

Don't you dare say I told you so.

How the hell did a 15-year-old
kid get past you in the first place?

He just did. I mean, we're not happy
about it but it is what it is.

Sorry. And I told you to call me
the minute you had something.

You know, with all due respect, gov,

we don't really need you
looking over our shoulder.

Now, if you will excuse me, I've
got a family I need to interview.

Police.

Did he talk to DI Leyton like that?

To be fair,
he just wants the kid caught.

So do I.

Bobbi does his own thing. We
have no control over him any more.

Right, and that's Bobbi
in the photo, yeah?

Yep.
And who's the girl?

Well, you know what, we can wait
all day for an answer, no problem.

Joe, bung the kettle on,
we're clearly staying.

Zana. His big mouth sister.

What? As soon as we answer
their dumb questions,

the sooner they can piss off.

That's my girl.

What do you care?
You don't see her no more.

And where is she?

Where is she?

She lives in Tooting
with her boyfriend.

I wish I had seen him.

Knock some sense
into his thick skull.

Why do you say that? Bobbi was
a good kid before Warren come along.

He still could be.
Hmm.

Well, if we can speak to him, Zana,
we might be able to help with that.

And Warren,
he's your mum's boyfriend, yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah, we've met. He's a real charmer.
He gets Bobbi to steal for him

so he and mum can stay at home
and get wasted.

You know, Zana, this is a little
more serious than just petty theft.

We want to speak to Bobbi
about a stabbing.

A woman was killed during a mugging.

Yeah, and what did Bobbi do? He is
the only person we're looking for.

So you see why we need to find him.

Where have you been?

Jamal, I needed the car for work.

I went to Liverpool Street.
Why did you go there?

Yeah, Jamal. Why did you go there?

I was doing your brother a favour.

He's got family in Roydon

and the next train leaves in about
ten minutes so look lively.

Split them up, Joe. Two up, two down.
You two, straight across.

Right. That's a needle in a haystack
there, isn't it?

No chance.
Right there.

Where?
Middle seat on the bench.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Right, got him.

OK, guys, he is opposite
platform nine and ten.

So that's platform nine and ten.

OK, Joe's onto it.

Suspect's on the move...on foot,
headed towards the main exit.

Police! Out the way.

Escalator, at the top.

Not this time, Bobbi, son.
Come with me.

Nobody frisks me,
you you know what I'm saying?

Do me a favour, Bobbi,
play the game.

Yeah, you just want to
cop a quick feel, innit?

Especially you, grandad.
Oh, really?

We just want to see if you're
carrying anything, Bobbi. Yeah?

No feds are gonna violate my
personal space without my say so.

I hear tough-guy gangster
but I'm seeing silly little boy.

Shut up, old man! Is that all?
That's your best shot, is it?

Why you giving me so much grief?
Who died?

Hey. Don't say or do
anything stupid, Bobbi.

We are going to search you
and then we are going to arrest you.

It's not going to end any other way.

Screw you.
Turn around.

We are looking for a murder weapon so
forgive us for not taking any risks.

Just let us search you, son.

Is this what you want to see?

I told you, I ain't carrying.

I don't know no Sally.
Of course you don't know Sally.

You chose her at random
to steal her purse

and when she fought back,
you panicked and you stabbed her.

I don't panic.

And I didn't stab no-one.
Well, you know what, son?

Sally...is dead.

She leaves behind a six-year-old son

who's got to deal with that loss
for the rest of his life.

Now, please, don't give us any more
pain, just admit what you've done.

My client doesn't
have to admit to anything.

Bobbi...come on, son.
What do you say?

You know how old people
smell of biscuits?

Well, that's you.

You smell old.

Bobbi...we have a print
on the crash helmet.

It's not going to be long
before we have you on CCTV, as well.

Well, you don't have the footage
yet. And about that print...

Contaminated? How?

Talk to your forensic team.

Something about smoke damage
and clarity of image.

This is not a shoplifter who needs
a slap on the wrist, Namita.

He's under arrest for murder.
An illegal arrest, by the way.

You are kidding?

He ran away from us twice,
when we cornered him.

Now you're going to try and get him
off on a technicality?

The Police and Criminal Evidence Act
is not a technicality, detective.

What does she mean?
What happened? Nothing happened.

This is just a tactic.
Pure and simple.

PACE is there to stop you taking
advantage of vulnerable people

Vulnerable? This is a boy who
stabbed someone in broad daylight.

Who will do anything you ask.
It was a public place and he dropped

his trousers because you bullied
him. We were making an arrest.

This would be funny if it wasn't so
ridiculous. He wears his trousers

half way down his backside
for a kick off. I've heard enough.

The search was illegal.
You've no evidence

with which to hold my client.

You can't be considering
letting him go, surely?

If the print isn't holding up,
we haven't got enough.

Thank you.

Right, keep him here. The reason
doesn't matter, we need more time.

The reason doesn't matter?
What century are you working in?

This is happening, Ronnie,
deal with it.

Bobbi asked for a lift
and that's what I gave him.

And you didn't ask why?
You've seen his step dad.

If Bobbi wants to stay somewhere
else, I can understand that.

Whilst he was in the car,
he didn't say anything at all

or ask you to do anything for him?
Take him anywhere? No.

Nothing in here, Ron.

Look, if that's everything,
I have work.

Oh, you've got work?
That's interesting

because I've seen forms
claiming council tax benefits.

I mean, if the authorities find out
you've got a job

and they're spending money on you
for no good reason,

it's our duty to report that stuff.
We don't earn enough

to cover food and rent as it is.
You could be evicted.

You can't do that. Why not? Go
and cosy up at Zana's mum's house.

She can't go back there.
The reason Zana got her own place

is cos of Warren.
She can't go back there, OK?

You know what, Jamal,
you're going to have to help us out.

How much do you love Zana?
Cos she's gonna want you

to do the right thing
for her brother, isn't she?

Look, all I know is that we stopped
at a cash point on the way.

Bobbi jumped out and ran behind
the bins to take a leak.

That's all I know, I swear.

All right, guys. We got it.
We're good, we're good.

Thank you. Ooh. Jamal.

That is one hell of a leak.

OK, I want everyone searched.
I don't want anyone getting hurt.

This is harassment, man!
Do you know what Bobbi, son?

We haven't even started yet.

Anyone caught with a blade
gets arrested

and sent back to the station
for processing.

I ain't done nothing wrong.

No-one wants you here.
This isn't going away, son.

The white bitch deserved it.
What did you just say?!

We good, Ron?

Do you know what?
I couldn't be better.

Our main man here's just confessed.
You what?

Do you want to tell Detective Hawkins
what you just said to me?

No, didn't think so.
Wrap it up, boys, we're done here.

The confession is uncorroborated and
my client says it never happened.

Really? Is that right, Bobbi?
Are you calling me a liar?

Don't answer that.

You turned up mob-handed in stab
vests, four of you in uniform,

to intimidate a bunch of teenagers
playing football?

One of whom is a murder suspect

and two others were caught
carrying knives.

And exactly what evidence is it
that's led you to pursue my client

as a murder suspect?
The fact that he told me he did it

in the first place, that's a pretty
good start, wouldn't you say?

He's lying.

So what did you say to DS Brooks,
then, Bobbi?

Cos I saw you say something.

I told him he was too old
to catch me if I ran.

I never admitted to no murder.

Did you hear this confession?
No.

Bobbi said,
'The white bitch deserved it.'

And what did you say to him?

Well, to be fair, Ronnie didn't
have time to say anything.

He just came out with it.

See, to a jury that's going to seem
a bit convenient.

Suddenly he admits to a stabbing
out the blue.

No offence, Kate, we're not dealing
with a criminal mastermind here.

Bobbi's just a gobby teenager,
that's it.

It doesn't matter. If a jury doesn't
believe you, we have no prosecution.

But why wouldn't they believe me?

Ronnie, we trust you, obviously,

but in a your-word-versus-theirs
argument,

not everyone believes
the police officer.

Not anymore.

It would really help if you
had some forensic evidence.

It's clean. No prints.
What, none at all?

And none of the victim's DNA
on the blade or on the handle.

So if this is the murder weapon,
I can't prove it forensically.

So we've got nothing?
Again.

Wait, what are these?

Here.
I assumed they were wear and tear.

I'm sure I've seen markings
like these on a knife

used in a gang stabbing
a couple of years ago.

That might be worth
digging a bit deeper.

Is Bobbi Washington in a gang?
Not according to CRIMINT.

OK, well, I'll get the scratches
checked out

but at as things stand at the
moment, I can't give evidence

that this is the knife
that killed Sally.

I swear this used to be
a little bit easier.

We'll have to release him.

I also need to give an
update to Borough Commander Stone.

Good luck with that. What makes
you think I'm going on my own?

How do we not have this man
in custody yet?

No, let me change that question,

because you already have
had him in custody...twice.

Each time, the evidence fell apart
at the last minute.

Fell apart?

Is that what you'd like to say
to the press?

Cos they want to know
why our streets are no longer safe.

They want to know how a 15-year-old
scrote is running rings

around the finest officers that
London can put out on the street.

Because, sir,
this 15-year-old scrote

has one of the best duty solicitors
on his side.

We know it's him, sir.
We just need more evidence.

Oh, really?

And how do you know?

He confessed, sir.
You have a confession?

Only Detective Brooks heard it.

And his word isn't good enough?

With respect, sir,
that's not the point.

It won't work for the prosecution
on its own.

What happened to the knife?

It's clean of the suspect's DNA.

And the eye witness reports?

They're still coming in
but you know as well as I do,

when a suspect is wearing
a motorcycle helmet and gloves,

we can't even secure
an ethnic identification.

So how is this kid
your prime suspect?

Because this is not
our first time...

..sir.

The circumstantial was enough
to pursue Bobbi Washington

and it still is.

Excuse us.

OK...you're doing all you can,
I can see that.

But this is your first week
and we're already a laughing stock.

We're meant to be clearing
the streets of knife crime.

I know...and we will.

Your team giving you enough support?
Yes, absolutely.

Because if you need get rid of some
deadwood, you'll have my approval.

No, we're fine, thank you, sir.

I know you, Lis.

I love your loyalty but seriously,
Divisional Intelligence

have an opening if you need
to give someone a promotion.

Get them out of harm's way.

Like you did with me?

Thank you for that.

Let's be very clear.
I defended you for the team

because I don't want anyone
thinking I am running a unit

that can't put a case together.

Well, we don't want anyone
thinking that, do we?

I don't know what your problem
is here, Brooks.

With respect, gov,
we can put a case together.

We just need more time.
Good.

Because I am not doing that again.

You were onto something with the
scratches on the knife handle, Joe.

It seems all members of certain
gangs would use the same markings,

like a badge of honour.

They stopped when they realised
we were using it to identify them.

Muppets.

How does that help us, though, Lilly?

So, the rough edge
of scratched plastic

is almost impossible to wash clean.

It picks up trace materials
which become ingrained.

Like skin, grime, dirt.

Can you link that to Bobbi?
The DNA I found is older

than the crime
you're trying to solve, Ron.

Much older.

So who's DNA is it, then?

Bobbi's mum. Shonda.

How can we arrest his mum
if the forensic evidence

doesn't relate to the crime?

Well, but...she don't know that,
though, does she?

So bring her in anyway?

Yeah. And put her maternal instincts
to the test.

Oh, man. Ain't you lot bored yet?

Bobbi! Jakes are here.

It's not Bobbi we've come to see.

Shonda Washington,
I am arresting you

on suspicion of the murder
of Sally Carlow. What?

You do not have to say anything
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when
questioned... I didn't do anything.

..something you later rely
on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

I didn't stab no-one!
Get your hands off her.

It's a stretch,
to say the very least.

And you don't want it getting out
that Ronnie and Joe made an arrest

with insufficient evidence.
But what if Shonda admits

that she gave the knife to Bobbi

and that he had it that morning?
Isn't that enough?

By the sounds of it,
she's all over the place.

The Jury's going to have a hard time
believing anything she says.

Let alone a connection between
a suspect and a murder weapon.

And how are they going to convince
a mum to grass on her own son?

All she has to do is stay quiet.

Well, we're just
going to have to trust Ronnie.

Ron, the solicitor's here.
They're ready for us.

Let them wait.

What?

You know what, Joe.
Time is our friend here.

I reckon another ten minutes
should do it.

She wants a drink. I know I do.

So, how does a 15-year-old boy
get hold of a gang-marked knife?

Lot of gangs in London.

But this particular knife
has got your DNA all over it.

So how did it end up
behind a supermarket

on the way
to Liverpool Street station?

Bobbi nick it off you?

Maybe it was a Christmas present?

Show him how much you care?

Expensive habit, isn't it?

Even the cheap stuff
costs an awful lot

when you put away as much as we do.

But when you start on the hard stuff,
like a really good gin.

Or...the vodka...

..I mean, how can you afford that
on the social?

Got to be some extra money coming in
from somewhere, Shonda.

Cos I know you would do anything
for your next drink.

'Ey?

Wouldn't you?

Like, having loved ones
steal for you.

And Bobbi, he's your little soldier.

He still loves his mum, bless him,
and he'd do anything you ask.

But this time...

well...he's gone too far, hasn't he?

So...you tell us where Bobbi
got this knife from...

..and you can walk out that door.

Go anywhere you want.

Look, look. It's the feds
I was telling you about.

They can't leave me alone.

See that old one. He loves me.

Funny guy (!)
Hmm.

Bobbi Washington, I am arresting you

on suspicion of the murder
of Sally Carlow.

You can't do that.
You do not have to say anything

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

I haven't done nothing. ..something
you later rely on in court.

You can't do that to me. Anything
you do say may be given as evidence.

Get off me.

So the alcoholic mother will give
evidence against her own son?

We need to see
how she holds it together

in the witness box, but yes.

Will the jury believe her?

Well, it's the one absolute link

between Bobbi, the murder weapon
and the victim.

And if that doesn't play,
what are we left with?

The confession.

Which no-one but DS Brooks heard
and which Bobbi denies.

Am I the only one taking Ronnie
at his word on this?

You're the only prosecutor these days

taking any police officer at their
word. He will be under oath.

It's still a tough ask
to get the case home.

And if the jury doubt Ronnie,
the whole trial collapses.

How did Bobbi's father die?

His biological father.

He was stabbed.

By whom?

He was a member
of the Tottenham crew.

We both were.

They killed him
cos he disabused the rules.

And what rules were they?

It was expected for girlfriends
to be shared around.

Shared for what?

Sex.

The rules were that they could
have us whenever they wanted us.

Karl said no
and they killed him for it.

The official report says
that after Karl was stabbed,

his girlfriend picked up his knife
and used it to defend herself.

That would be you?

Now, this was his gang-marked knife,

identified by two parallel scratches
on the handle?

And what happened to that knife?

I was so scared that night.

More scared than I'd ever been
in my life.

I didn't want my son
to go through that.

Not ever.

So on his 13th birthday,

I gave Bobbi his dad's knife
to protect himself

so that he could never feel
as scared as I was.

This is the alleged murder weapon,
which contains,

within the aforementioned scratches
on the plastic handle,

DNA linking it to my client.

Is that correct?

Well...

no.

Oh, that's right. Forgive me.

The DNA found on the handle
of that knife

doesn't belong to the defendant
at all, does it?

Little less of the theatrics,
Mr Greer.

My lord.

Ms Townsend, can you say
with absolute certainty

that this is the murder weapon
that was used against Sally Carlow?

Not with absolute certainty, no.

Well, it's not the answer we wanted
to hear but it's not a surprise.

To be honest,
if he hadn't gone there,

I'd have been disappointed.
Well, it'd be nice for him

to slip up, wouldn't it?
Just this once.

Greer doesn't make those kind
of mistakes. Neither do I, Jake.

Bobbi confessed, I'm telling you.
I believe you.

But the jury in there have
all read about Hillsborough,

Leveson, plebgate. Those officers
have undermined your credibility.

I'd like to string them up, I really
would. Every last one of them.

What? You wouldn't?

Any of your mates brought the legal
system crashing down around you?

Yes. Yes, I would.

How many years experience
have you had in the force?

37.

And do you think you've developed
a skill

of assessing or recognising patterns
of criminal behaviour?

Yes, I suppose.

So, an officer with this skill

would see a suspect on the street
and make an assessment...

in the moment?

Yes, taking everything into account.

Whether he's in a hoodie
or a wig and gown, for example?

Well, it's not just about
what they wear.

And I've known one or two crooks
to wear a wig and gown.

Indeed. You must also take into
account context, the local area.

The colour of their skin?

I fail to see what this
has to do with the defence of Bobbi Washington.

It is indicative of character,
My Lord.

What's your question?

Were you in active service
in the summer of 1985

during the London race riots?

Yes. I was in uniform.

Did you read the Macpherson report?

No, not all of it.

But you are aware of the section
which relates to the force in London

during that time suffering
from institutional racism?

And again, my Lord!

I am just asking the jury
to do with Detective Brooks

what he does
when assessing a suspect.

Put his whole character in context.

I still don't hear a question.

When you saw my client,
did you not make the assumption

he was a criminal
because of how he looked?

Erm...no.
We arrested Bobbi Washington

because we thought
we had the necessary evidence.

Which you did not.

Which leads me to the question, why
did you repeatedly arrest my client?

Was it not because he fitted
a certain profile?

A certain racial profile?

No. His ethnic background
had nothing to do with it.

So you don't suffer from
institutional racism? No.

Not that you would admit it,
even if you did.

You'll have to take my word for that.

Like the confession?

Forgive me.

Perhaps you just fit
a certain profile.

The jury will disregard
that last remark.

With one uncorroborated confession
and no forensic evidence

against my client, I have submitted
there is no case to answer.

Nothing has changed
since the trial began.

The prosecution is anchored
in this confession.

I have to say,
having read the arguments,

I'm finding it hard
to justify carrying on.

DS Brooks is a sworn police officer
with nearly 40 years standing.

Who has a partner who will not
testify on his behalf.

Because he didn't hear him!
OK, OK.

Stop the mudslinging.

All the evidence is circumstantial.

There's not enough here to proceed...

..which is why I'm granting
a halftime dismissal.

That's it?

He just walks away?

Albert, I'm so sorry.

I just can't believe...

the little shit
that killed my daughter

is allowed to walk free but you...

..did your very best.

Don't take it personally, Ron.

How can I not?
I promised his grandson, didn't I?

Now even he thinks I'm a liar.

But to just dismiss it like that
is outrageous.

When we get back to the office,
I'll see if we can lodge an appeal.

Won't make any difference.
Any new judge will be swayed

by Lockwood's decision. We were
pushing our luck with the evidence.

Ronnie doesn't deserve to be branded
a racist,

even if it was only implied.
I'll tell you what else

he shouldn't be branded as.
The scapegoat.

Is Detective Brooks a racist?
Absolutely not.

We had a suspect
and we pursued them vigorously.

The case has collapsed. Surely
someone must be held responsible?

This is a bad day for justice

and we need to take a good,
hard look

at how our officers deal with these
types of cases. Thank you.

(THE PRESS ALL SPEAKING AT ONCE)

Ronnie. Ah, gov.
These are the latest statements.

Came in this afternoon. There's
bound to be something in here.

I need you to see something.

Gov, all due respect,
I need to be getting on with this.

Don't make me pull rank.

Borough Commander Stone wants you
to take a look at this.

Yeah, no problem.

It's based in Hackney
so less of a commute for you.

Better hours.

You could be home
every night by six.

Divisional Intelligence?

This will take me off the street.

So...

..I'm the sacrifice?

After nearly 40 years?

I think I deserve better than that,
don't you?

Stone wants you to think about it
overnight.

I need to give him an answer
by ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

All right, I've read
this statement three times already

and I still can't remember
anything in it.

Time to call it a night, mate.
We can't call it a night.

Ron! I'm not seeing
anything new here.

Well, you know what?
We've missed something.

We've got to keep looking.
I don't know, have a cup of tea,

just give your brain a rest.
All right.

Yeah.
What number are you on?

Six.
Six?

Yes.

Oh, straight in, look at that.

In it goes. Yes, get in, Ron.

Fantastic.

Ron, are you all right?

Yeah. Come on, Joe. Follow me. Quick.

Your voice when you rang,
I thought lives were at stake.

They are, Kayla, love. They are.

There you go.

Bloody hell.

Well done, love, thank you very much.

When we arrested Bobbi Washington
at Liverpool Street station,

he was wearing that. Plain red
football shirt, generic logo.

However, this eyewitness clearly
states, 'On the day of the stabbing

he was wearing a red football shirt

with a gold number seven
on the front.'

There's another shirt.

Now, I think that is blood.

Washed out, but still there.

Bag it up.

Bobbi came round here Saturday
morning, didn't he, Jamal?

And you washed that knife for him.

What were you thinking?
I was trying to protect him.

I did it for you.

You know why most criminals
get caught?

Cos they're even more stupid
than we are.

Seriously, why keep
a bloodstained shirt?

My dad bought it for me.

My real dad.

It's the only thing
I've got left of him.

Bobbi...what did you say
to Detective Brooks?

I told him the white bitch
deserved it.

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